Fangirling and Writer-Nerd Chaos

So sorry to become someone who steals tweets but this is so funny

You absolutely forgot “The Narnia Chronicles: The Wardrobe of Lions and Witches” the subtitle and colon are essential

The Narnia Chronicles: 

Book 1: The Wardrobe of Lions & Witches

Book “1.5″: A Tale of Boys and Horses (special e-book novella)

Book 2: A Song of Princes and Ruins

Book 3: The Voyage

Book 4: The Chair of Silver & Darkness

Prequel (for some reason): The Book of Rings and Magicians

Book 5: The Last Battle (volume 1), The Last Battle (volume 2)

Thanks! I fucking hate it,

Teams are vibes-based. Please tell me who you chose and how you think it will go in the tags!

I cannot believe how many people are fine trying to refurbish a home with Feanor oh my goodness

i think all quiet on the western front and the lord of the rings are in direct conversation with each other, as in theyre the retelling of the same war with one saying here’s what happened, we all died, and it did not matter at all and another going hush little boy, of course we won, of course your friends came back

someone should remake lord of the rings as a grandfather telling a fantasy story to his grand child with flashbacks to world war one showing the dead boys and men the characters were based on. grandpa why didn’t they just fly. because they didn’t. they didn’t.

i’m fine

I will never get over how Tolkien & Lewis took the horrors of war and spun them into fantasy.

Shivering in the trenches dreaming of cozy hobbit holes, shaking as bombs pockmark a forest and imagining each shallow mud-filled crater contains a new world—that maybe there are still as many beautiful things in the universe as there are bombs—that maybe the world is bigger than this moment and this ugliness and one day this will be a peaceful forest again full of small ponds.

I mean look at these photos of the shell craters in Sanctuary Woods, near Ypres Belgium and tell me it’s not the Wood Between The Worlds:

…oh.

a coworker: I can’t remember how narnia ends

me: they all died except for susan

a coworker:

a coworker: what

the pevensie siblings + "soldier, poet, king" by the oh hellos

"Then it really must be Cair Paravel. There were sixteen [steps to the treasure chamber]."

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In celebration of Narnia's 73rd Publication Anniversary, here are the the next 3 of my 63 Narnia fan artworks

date of origin: 5th of march, 2015.

Ok, rant because I just re-watched The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe for the first time in years, and with the knowledge of storywriting I've accumulated in the meantime, the movie really impresses me.

One thing that struck me was that I could see that the people who made the movie had read the other books in the Chronicles of Narnia series. The most obvious is professor Kirke's reaction (beautifully played by Jim Broadbent) to learning of the world inside the wardrobe. He doesn't react with curiosity, but with recognition. Because he knows where the wood for that wardrobe came from. Because he has been to that world. Because he witnessed the creation of that world.

There are other minor examples, like the fact that the Lamp Post only has one cross arm (the other was torn off by queen Jadis in The Magician's Nephew).

This is something that has hugely bothered me about several more recent adaptations of books that I love, such as Eragon or The Letter for the King, which were clearly made by people with little to no knowledge of other books in the series, and perhaps no expectation to further adapt the series. These two are the most egregious examples I can think of right now, as they are both adapted so poorly that their respective sequels are pretty much impossible to adapt as a result of plot points they have changed, characters they have left out, or characters they included but killed off even though they are extremely important to the sequels.

Rant over.

Thinking about Susan Pevensie, aged 95, about to tell her children (75, 70 and 67) about That Time She Was High Queen Of A Fantastical Realm over like. tea and scones.

Something about Susan absolutely nonchalantly talking about the political trappings of running Narnia while also interrupting herself to narrate the scone recipe in excruciating detail is just so funny to me.

Bonus points if she ends it with "anyway that's why I'm an atheist and think the British monarchy should be disbanded and their wealth redistributed. More tea?"

though I still love Chronicles of Narnia the older I get and the more I learn the clearer it becomes to me why it would have driven Tolkien completely insane

The Santa part almost ruined their friendship

Tolkien: you can’t just patch random things together because you like them, everything has to fit together in a dense textural weave of reasonable causes and effects

Lewis: and then the witch from the other dimension turns the fox to stone for having a contraband tea party …

Tolkein is the nerd that complains that characters’ costumes and weapons are impractical and Lewis is the nerd that thinks the designs fuck

for anonymous

Can you throw arrows? And should you?

(Ngl, I'd forgotten about this. Susan was so cool!)

Okay everyone loves to dunk on Edmund for selling his siblings out for Turkish delight specifically but consider:

1. He’s been living on WWII sugar rations

2. Lokum is a sweet that lots of people eat and enjoy, it’s just not part of western confectionary, and something about people making fun of it rubs me the wrong way

3. Selling out your siblings for candy is a bad call no matter what the candy is

4. doesn’t it seem like cheating to use magically addictive candy on a preteen anyway

This. The Turkish delight and hot cocoa the Witch gave Edmund were enchanted. She basically put a spell on him.

No one ever mentions how Mr Tumnus gained Lucy’s trust exactly the same way. I mean, he got her with tea and toast and sardines, but only because he didn’t have magic food and an entire kingdom to bribe her with. AND SHE FELL FOR IT. SHE FELL FOR THE SARDINES. The Pevensie children have a very specific m.o. when it comes to trusting strangers, that’s all I’m saying

That specific MO is called “We’ve been living on war rations for ages and some actual nice food sounds really fucking good, actually”.

Edmund isn’t even a preteen he’s eight years old.

when I was 8 years old I would have sold my brother out for a Hershey’s kiss and I had practically unlimited access to those, just sayin.

Every time this post starts going around again I am forcibly reminded that I am an only child.

Me, an oldest child identifying Peter: I don’t understand. Why would you do this. Edmund we’re family c'mon

My brother who even though he’s very mature for 15 still laughs if I accidentally hurt myself: hold my Turkish Delight

Photos from the West End production of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. There are actual tears in my eyes.