beach tunnel

Back to Narnia

(An Edmund/Pevensie Imagine) by @edmundsfreckles

Hearing that your lovely boyfriend Edmund got into a fight at the train station, you rushed over there from the across the street to see if he was alright, like a good girlfriend would do. 

Almost out of breath, you turned the corner, seeing the Pevensie’s looking a bit grumpy, especially Ed, but once he saw you, his face expressions completely softened. 

“You worried me sick, are you alright?” you asked. He definetly heard the concern in your voice.“Yes, I’m absolutely fine Y/N, I’m so sorry I worried you. Your pretty little mind shouldn’t have to be worrying about stupid little me.” he cooed to you as you sat sideways on his lap. 

“Well, I’m glad your okay,” you told him, positioning your head in the crook of his neck. “I love you.” you whispered. “I love you too, Y/N.” 

Waiting for the train, you played with Edmund’s scarf, your fingertips glided across the rough colored fabric. As you were doing so, he just stared at you as if you were a precious gem. “You’ll never know how much you mean to me, Y/N” he confessed, blushing hard. You felt your heart beat faster as those words came out of his mouth, and the corners of your mouth curled. 

Turning to face him, you stared into each other’s eyes. Both of your eyes scrambled across each other’s faces. You were admiring Ed’s features. His jawline, and cute button nose. His freckles the stars, and his skin the sky. Leaning in, and closing your eyes, you heard Lucy yell. 

“Ow! Something pinched me!” both of you being concerned, you didn’t get to have that kiss. 

“Quiet Lu,” Susan tried to hush her.

“Stop pulling!” Peter snapped.  “I’m not touching you!” Edmund barked. 

“Would you all just… what is that?”

“It feels like magic!” Lucy and I said in unison. 

“Everybody hold hands…” Susan instructed.

“I’m not holding your hand!” Edmund whined to Peter and Susan.


The next thing you knew, the station was falling apart. The ceiling was caving in, and the sides were going into the tunnel. “Susan, are you crazy? We should be getting out of here!” You practically screamed. “No I’m not crazy, just wait.” she insisted. 

Looking across the station, the train went by quickly. Feeling the breeze the motion created, you could see a picture, switching between the tiles and the train windows. 

“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” You questioned, the Pevensie’s didn’t answer. 

The train went faster and faster, and soon enough that image turned clear. It was a beach. The station tunnel turned into an arched cave. You all let go of each other’s hands, and came out from the darkness into the light.

In front of you, was the beach. The water, blue as Peter, Susan, and Lucy’s eyes. Waves were crashing into your ears, telling you to get a feel. 

You all then ran towards the water, leaving trails of clothes behind. The sand’s heat was an amazing pain, that soon went away as your feet got wet. 

“Shame you’re not as quick as me, Ed!” Peter teased as he was running from Edmund. 

“Last one in’s a rotten egg!” Lucy laughed. 

You all splashed in the water, you didn’t mind that you were getting wet in your clothes. The moment felt amazing, everyone was happy. The weather was great. The scenery was beautiful. Edmund was fussing with Peter, but then quickly turned to you. “Come ‘ere!” he chuckled, pulling you into a hug, then flipping you upside down. 

“Edmund!” you gasped with giggles. “Put me down!” you cried. “Never!” he yelled. His siblings all laughed at you as you were trying to get out go his surprising, strong grip. “Alright, here you go.” and Edmund dumped you into the cold water. 

Now your whole body was in the water, but you opened your eyes and it felt so amazing. Being in beach water was one of the best feelings out there.

The sand was so soft beneath your feet, and the blue water glowing above you from the reflection off the sun light, your hair slowly spinning around your head with the water dancing with it. You even got some water in your mouth, tasting the salt, which truly wasn’t that bad. You could barely hear the Pevensie’s under the water, wanting to join back with them, you slowly came back up, seeing Edmund laughing at you.

 “You’re so dead.” I taunted. Splashing water onto Edmund, you pushed him down getting him wet. “Ha!” you laughed.


Music that Lana listens to 📱📱

Lana has great taste in music. I have a playlist of tracks and artists Lana has talked about in interviews, covered, referenced in her own music, and songs that have been in her Instagram clips. Feel free to share others I didn’t catch :)

  1. Quiet Corners & Empty Spaces - The Jayhawks
  2. You Get What You Give - New Radicals
  3. Blue Velvet - Bobby Vinton
  4. The Other Woman - Nina Simone
  5. Dolphin - Les Baxter
  6. I’m Through With Love - Marilyn Monroe
  7. Heartbreak Hotel - Elvis Presley
  8. Born to Run - Beuce Springsteen
  9. I’ll Never Be the Same - Ella Fitzgerald
  10. Hotel California - Eagles
  11. Space Oddity - David Bowie
  12. Thank You - Led Zeppelin
  13. Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood - Nina Simone
  14. Murder of Birds - Jesca Hoop
  15. Babe I’m Gonna Leave You - Led Zeppelin
  16. Chelsea Hotel #2 - Leonard Cohen
  17. Summer Wine - Nancy Sinatra & Lee Hazlewood
  18. Some Things Last A Long Time - Daniel Johnston
  19. The End of the World - Skeeter Davis
  20. Tequila Sunrise - Eagles
  21. L$D - A$AP Rocky
  22. Lay Lady Lay - Bob Dylan
  23. Stairway to Heaven - Led Zeppelin
  24. Love Is to Die - Warpaint
  25. Spark (feat. Anthony Jackson & Simon Phillips) - Hiromi
  26. Tiny Dancer - Elton John
  27. For Free - Joni Mitchell
  28. Don’t Worry Baby - The Beach Boys
  29. Tunnel Vision - Kodak Black
  30. Jealous Guy - John Lennon
  31. Swang - Rae Sremmurd
  32. In Twenty Years or So - Father John Misty
  33. Leader of the Pack - The Shangri-Las
  34. My Boyfriend’s Back - The Angels
  35. Disconnect - Clean Bandit & Marina & the Diamonds
  36. RAF - A$AP Mob
  37. The Way You Used to Do - Queens of the Stone Age
  38. Heart-Shaped Box - Nirvana

Get Some Lana!

Marcelo Costa de Andrade a.k.a the “vampire of Niterói”  is one of the most famous serial killers in Brazil whom is often compared to Jeffrey Dahmer for his horrific crimes. Andrade lived most of his childhood in Rio de Janeiro. He was constantly abused and beaten by his father, who was also violent towards his mother, a housekeeper. Andrade was eventually sent to live with his grandparents, who were also abusive and violent. Years later, he traveled back to Rio de Janeiro and began to live with his abusive stepparents. To make the situation worse, Andrade was raped and almost killed by an older man, who tried to strangle him. 

When he was only 14 years old, after having been kicked out of boarding school, where he was bullied, he began to prostitute himself in order to make some kind of living. Reform school did nothing to change his ways, and at 16 he was said to have begun a long-term relationship with a considerably older man. At the age of 17, Andrade attempted to rape his own 10-year-old brother. According to his mother, Andrade also had a strange habit of hearing an audio recording of his brother crying.

Andrade turned toward an even darker side in 1991. His older lover had left him, and his killing spree began. In a matter of 9 months, he managed to take 14 victims. None of his victims were over the age of 13. One reason given for the youth of his victims was that Andrade was allegedly told by his priest that all children who die go to Heaven, and he felt that he’d be sparing them living cruel and harsh lives in the Brazilian slums. Also, he stated that young boys were beautiful and had a soft skin. He would then lure the boys to non-populated areas, such as beaches, hills, or sewer tunnels. There, he would rape and strangle them, mostly with their own T-shirts. Alternatively, he would smash their heads with rocks to drink the blood coming out of it, thinking he would become beautiful like them. After killing them, he would take their clothing as trophies and sometimes engage in acts of cannibalism and necrophilia with the bodies.

After raping and killing 11-year-old Odair José Munis dos Santos, he returned later in the night, hacked the boy’s head off so “the other children in heaven would make fun of him because he wouldn’t have a head”.

He reportedly fell in love with a few of the children, and that would finally prove to be his downfall. It was 10-year-old Altair de Abreu who is said to have turned in Andrade after watching the man strangle his little brother, 6-year-old Ivan de Abreu, after they were offered money to follow him to a church where he was going to light candles. Andrade then told Altair that he loved him and had sent Ivan to heaven. Andrade asked Altair to spend the night with him and Altair escaped the next morning after Andrade was going to take him to work with him. Altair had been frightened at first, telling his family that he had lost his little brother, but eventually the truth came out, and Altair told the police. A few days later, Andrade came back to tuck Ivan’s hands into his pockets “so the rats wouldn’t chew on his fingers”. When arrested, he eventually confessed to his 13 other victims. He told authorities that he had drank the blood of at least two of his victims, he’d had sex with some of their corpses and often masturbated looking at them.

While confessing his crimes, he stated that he didn’t kill any girls because they wouldn’t go to heaven anyway, portraying women as “evil creatures”.

He was found mentally incompetent to stand trial in 1993 and committed to the Henrique Roxo Psychiatric Hospital. He briefly escaped in 1997 before being recaptured.

Old Lion’s Arch

Old Lion’s Arch was a city built from an armada of salvaged ships, with twisting, winding roads connected by a network of bridges. There were ruins, and alcoves, secrets hidden below the streets. Above us, amid a network of gangplanks, entrepreneurs built their dreams while serving drinks. Yet despite the immensity of it all , the word that came to mind was cozy. 

This was home and you never grew tired of it because there was something soothing about it’s worn edges and labyrinthine passages. It created an illusion of privacy for those creating stories together, yet an all encompassing familiarity that gave the whole of it a sense of intimacy. All who entered were somehow friends. 

So many memories were created there, on beaches, in tunnels, on bridges and light house ruins. I used to visit those places and remember what screenshots could not show.

The old Lion’s Arch was built with hope and compromise. When people reminisce, and lament, we are missing that city.

The cement used to pave over the devastation left by Scarlet’s attack is like a tombstone marking a grave. A chapter is closed that can never be revisited; the places that once served as reminders are now altered beyond recognition.

cooperbettycooper  asked:

Liminal spaces have always interested me, so go with that! I'm not sure if you meant for that to be an ask thing but I'd love to do it too if you allowed me to <3 I look forward to what you come up with!

it was 2am and we were lying on the cold wood, a bottle of gas station wine in her hand, looking at the roof of the playground house.

I looked at her, she was looking at the stars through unintentional spaces in the ceiling. The light shaped itself in little strips of silver along her face.

“Do you ever feel like, I don’t know. Like there’s some places and moments that just feel a little-”

“Unreal?“ she suggested. She never looked away from the stars, she never let herself be intimidated.

“Yeah, unreal.“ 

Un·re·al (adj): So strange as to appear imaginary; not seeming real.

I could tell she’d thought about it before, and that she was thinking about it then. Sometimes we stumble upon places that feel like Hitchcock's’ Vertigo Effect, his famous Dolly Zoom. You sink into this state, this unusual feeling of being in another almost identical universe, except it isn’t quite right. It’s almost like this out of body experience, as if you’re looking at everything in third person. That night, hearing cars honking and seeing streetlights as if they were in the background, and only we were in the foreground: that was like walking through a threshold, going from the palpable world to this puddle of enhanced reality. It was like walking on the moon. We weighed close to nothing. 

“I don’t know how to feel,“ she said. “It’s so strange. It’s like when your drunkenness is wearing off. You know? When you’re pretty much sober, except not really, not totally.

“You know in movies, when a character runs but they can’t get out of place? Because everything is suddenly so so far away in every direction.“ We were both movie aficionados, even if she didn’t like to admit it. When we watched movies together, really late in my living room with the volume down and all the lights off, that was a feeling like this.

“And the camera focuses on their face when they turn all the way around?“ I replied. I looked at her and how absurdly, unbelievably, unjustly beautiful she was. Some girls are strange like that, they feel a litle more than human. Or maybe a little less human, and a little more godsend.

“Yeah, like that.“ She was still fixated on the stars. It was big city and a small space between the pieces of wood. I don’t know if she could see more than a couple stars, I don’t know if she cared. She was almost in a trance.

We both let the silence in. After a while, she said, “I feel it all the time. There’s just some place that are“ she paused “just a little off“

“A good off.“ 

“Yeah,” She licked her lips. She always looked golden, but tonight, her skin looked blue in the moonlight “a good off.“

The silence squeezed itself between us again. And this time, it stayed for long. I closed my eyes and thought about this feeling. It was like the Uncanny Valley, but instead of humanoids and robots, it’s places. We see completely different, dystopian universes in books or movies and think nothing of it. But when see realities that mimic ours, like worlds where everything is perfectly equal, except people travel in time, or women can tell the future, or alien invasions show up in the news, it’s something a little harder to wrap our minds around. But this, this is so close to normality that it’s the farthest from it. It’s an impostor, one that’s welcome in the hearts of her and I. 

After what felt like hours, she said let out, “Like 7/11′s when it’s really late.”


“It’s the same feeling.“ And she was right, it was.

“I guess it is.“

“Or when you go see a movie on a weekday and there’s only you at the whole movie theater.“ She blurted out.

“Or roadside waffle houses.“

“Or sitting in your wet towel in the car, coming back from the beach.“

“Pools at midnight.“


“Sneaking out of your room to grab water at 3am“

“Marble stairwells“

“Empty libraries“

“Waking up before anybody else does in the summer and watching the sunrise on the beach and hearing the birds sing the birds sing.“

“Buying those weird elongated pressed pennies at carnivals.“

“Sketchy liquor stores.“

“Cab rides back home.“

“Being awake late really late the night before a big event.“

And we continued to list places that felt far from home, glitches in the matrix. Places where the universe forgot to make something happen. Alternate realities where there are few survivors left in the world, anyou are one of them. She and I wouldn’t mind being alone together.


this feels like it should be part of a longer text, like a book where the characters are more well developed. anyway, this was more narrative than poetry, but i guess its just where my went. hope you like it!! 

Marble Caves- Chile

The famous Marble Caves are located in the middle of Lake General Carrera in Chile. The caves are popular for boat tours and boast vibrant blue and grey marble chambers, filled with turquoise waters. The caverns, tunnels and pillars were created by waves over 6000 years ago.

The water levels are affected by the freezing/melting of surrounding glaciers