I really can’t thank you enough for this. A year ago my follower count was stuck, and I couldn’t even dream of getting asks or being tagged. Tumblr was just a place where I came to see, not to be seen: No one here knew who I was, and no one cared. And that was okay for me, but there is something really nice about posting a personal post, specially during a crisis, and getting a like or a reply. It means that someone out there sees you, someone out there cares, even if it’s just for a second.
So, after all that melodrama of mine, let’s get to the important part
To celebrate,I’ve made an Icon page, starting with 100 icons for my 100 new followers. They are medieval themed, and I will be adding more in packs of 20 or so. Enjoy!
Here are the first two I made, the ones that gave me this idea
Okay but I just imagine the Pevensies going to their respective schools after Prince Caspian, and it doesn’t take the other kids long to notice something is…off about them.
There’s something rough in the edges of Peter that the worst of the other boys keep getting cut on. Something powerful and confident. He was always likable, the shining golden child that the school trots out as a perfect example to incoming students, but now he is strong, he has emerged from the countryside a leader. He stands up to bullies, he always has, but he’s more eager to get into a fight these days than to talk them down. He’s a strong hand and quick word, but there’s power to back it up this time.
There’s something in the way Susan tilts her head that makes her seem like a woman. The way she carries herself high and tall, the proud line of her shoulders as she walks down the hall that makes some lable her to high and mighty for her own good. The world doesn’t know what to do with queens, and that’s what Susan seems to be these days.
There’s something dark lurking in Edmund that makes the other boys uneasy. Something wild and untamed in the now quiet boy. He no longer gets into fights, no longer bullies or mocks the others. In fact, he’s taken to stopping fights, to pushing back against his former friends when they try to take things to far. His roomate claims he wakes screaming from nightmares sometimes, and the stillness of his presence belies the intensity of his eyes.
There’s something burning in Lucy that wasn’t before. All the teachers comment on it. There’s something loud and cheerful in the girl who used to be quiet, and she makes friends even faster than before, pulled in by her captivating orbit. She spins fantastic tales, and is scolded for having her head in the clouds. She tells her tales of magical kingdoms as if she were really there, and gets sad sometimes, as if she misses the people who were never there.
Everyone agrees that something happened to the Pevensie children in the country, but they never talk about it. The adults eventually just chalk it up to the war, and almost forget about the strange children that populatetd their classrooms, until they read about the tragedy in the paper. Then they remember. And they never forget.
things i want to talk about more:
- the pevensies freaking everyone out when they come back
- all of the london children sent to the countryside came back different
- some came back wilder, some came back taller, but the pevensie children came back really… odd
- no one mentions anything to helen, of course
- but people begin to remark that the children are different
- they might say they had come back tamer, politer, but that was not the case
- the pevensie siblings were perhaps politer than the children they’d left as, but now they hold themselves differently. they seem out of place among school children, but just as removed from the adults.
- a teacher suggests edmund and peter join a team, in an effort to integrate them
- taking the advice and join the fencing team
- and promptly get kicked out for being too violent, too ruthless
- susan learns quickly that the young teacher who leads her classes knows nothing of the world. the woman (more of a girl) blanches at the mention of blood
- lucy is too young to go to board at susan’s school, so she is kept at home with her mother
- she is not used to her height (a week, a month, a year ago she was two and a half feet higher) but even less used to being treated as child
- in her home, she had not been a child since they began to call her queen
- she learns to use the assumption of her innocence as a weapon. no one expects the little girl to sleep with her hand on a knife
- their parents notice last, only begin to wonder at lucy’s stumbling and peter’s bruises long after others have given up on labeling them
Can I just *deep breath* talk about how much I love that Aslan appears bigger as people grow older?? Instead of smaller? Because one of the most painful things about growing up is finding the places and things and yes, even the people, even the dreams we loved as children made smaller by time and experience and it’s SO beautiful that C.S. Lewis chose to illustrate Aslan as not only keeping up with growth and experience but also exceeding it, become greater as our needs become greater, even though it is not Him that has changed. Because it isn’t God who changes. What changes is how much he is revealed to us.