give her faith

if season 3 doesn’t give us a scene of Allura sitting in the pilot’s seat of the Black Lion in the Black Paladin armour and breaking down and sobbing “please come back Shiro… I need you… I’m trying to be strong but it’s so hard without you” then what even was the point of Voltron

so... I’ve turned off anon

Within the span of an hour I received 12 (TWELVE!) anons about the preview. All expressing some sort of concern about Olicity reuniting in this season. Disregarding anything I’ve posted about it previously. I answered this question. Repeatedly. 

I don’t know what else you guys need me to do. 

I’ve said this so many times I feel like a broken record, but here goes. One more time for the books. The show doesn’t concern me. The narrative paints a clear picture. The interviews don’t worry me. They’re constructed to make us doubt and wonder (and they do a good job with some of you). Getting piled with twelve anons in an hour all asking the same question (more or less), however, makes me wonder what I’m even doing here. 

No one listens to what I say. They want me to answer their specific question, even if I’ve answered so many others that are worded rather similarly. My previous ”yes, I believe they reunite in s5″ response is constantly called into question.

“What about now?”

“Do you still think this?”

“How about now?”

Yes, I still do. No amount of anons in my inbox is going to make me think otherwise. However, the constant barrage does steal what enjoyment I’m getting out of this. I can’t sit and go “yes, it’s all finally happening” without someone in my ear “do you still think they reunite??”

I understand some of you need more reassurance. Believe me, I got the memo. And I don’t want to belittle that need. I understand why people are worried. What I do not understand is why no one takes me at my word. Why I am continually asked this same question over and over and over and over? Can’t you read my blog, look at my previous responses and say, “okay, I guess she still believes”? 

I’m gonna guess the answer is no so I’m turning off anon. I just want to enjoy these last two eps. I’ve been patient and waited a long time for them. 

kiLLING TWO MEMES WITH ONE STONE with swanky meme squad @maqui-chan @pemprika @exucaribur yo waddup homies

Wild Turkey Woman

Summary: Killing time and liquor in a hotel room with Dean.
Pairing: Dean x Reader 
Word Count: 1420
Warnings: Language, drinking, sexy times, implied smut. 
Challenge: @winchester-writes’s Birthday Drinking Challenge; my prompt was Wild Turkey and, “Why is it I only drink this when I’m with you?” as well as @chaos-and-the-calm67‘s Milestone Challenge, wherein my prompt was “Have You Ever Really Love A Woman” by Bryan Adams, as well as the gif at the bottom of the fic. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi there!!! (*waves*) Sorry to bother you b/c I know you're super busy, but I sent an ask a while back inquiring as to if you could go into detail on why the red string scene in galvanize is your favorite stiles x lydia scene. It's my favorite too and I'd love to hear from my favorite tumblr (aka YOU) why she likes it so much. Thanks. Hope you have a fantabulous day :) xoxo

OKAY I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER! It’s not personal, you are super super sweet, I’ve just had a hard time getting myself to answer asks lately. 

Okay. So. Galvanize. 

This scene, to me, epitomizes everything that I love about Stydia. It’s every piece of what makes Stydia Stydia but packed into one single scene. We’ve got Stiles helping Lydia with her powers, Lydia helping Stiles solve the mystery. We’ve got banter, vulnerable Lydia, affection, trust, touching– from both parties. Like, this scene is fucking insane. I am still so, so messed up by it. 

Like, first I feel like we need to talk about that opening shot. Lydia is deadass just laying on Stiles’ bed on her stomach with her shoes kicked off. Now, I know this isn’t the first time she’s been on his bed, but also this is deeeefinitely the first time she’s been on it since they kissed. And, furthermore, like… this is the bed that Stiles sleeps in every night. The bed that he beats off in while thinking about her. And both of them totally know that but also Stiles isn’t even on the bed with her, he’s across the room, and Lydia just… makes herself comfortable. Just sits her cute little ass down on that bed and watches him. 

The thing that really gets me about that is that the shoes being kicked off is symbolic of Lydia taking herself apart for Stiles. She doesn’t look perfect right now. She’s stressed, and worried, and her outfit isn’t complete. But it doesn’t matter, because she’s in the bedroom of the boy she kissed a few weeks ago, watching him putter around and try to unravel how to make their town safe, and she feels SAFE ENOUGH WITH HIM TO SHOW HIM THAT SHE’S VULNERABLE. Like, think about all the times Lydia has been able to hide what she’s feeling? She deadass can’t do that in front of Stiles. 

And, okay, Stiles would have been freaking out about Lydia on his bed a few months ago, but now it’s just… what it is. Yeah, she’s back there staring at his ass in red jeans as he taps that pen against his bottom lip. Sure. Cool cool cool cool cool cool. Fine. He’s not gonna get weird on her, okay? He’s not gonna flip out and scare her away, not when he values her friendship so much. He’s gonna be normal. 

And then, KA-BOOM, it’s not Stiles who doesn’t act normal, it’s Lydia by not being able to meet his eyes– like, strong, confident Lydia cannot meet his eyes because she feels guilty for getting him in trouble with her stupid powers that she still can’t understand. And Stiles just fucking throws all of his self-preservation instincts out the fucking door and kneels in front of her (??!!!??!?!?!) and immediately wraps his fingers around her wrist for the SECOND TIME THAT DAY and drums his fingers against her wrist. Then, and only then, does he give her all the fucking trust in the whole world. He tells her that she felt it, and that’s all he needs to believe her. And, okay, how many people actually have ever given that to Lydia?

When she chose to put on her facade, she made a choice to play a part. But this part also lead to people doubting and questioning Lydia all the time– like, she is so used to people not bothering to listen to her, you know? Because she’s just vapid, silly little Lydia Martin, and all she cares about is clothes and shoes and heels. Nobody listens to Lydia Martin. BUT GUESS WHAT? Stiles does. Like, wow does he. Like he superubermega trusts her, and he shows her that, he gives her that faith. And this is a guy who used to love her from afar and has now gotten to know her in every incarnation– queen bee, broken-hearted ex-girlfriend, confused member of a supernatural town, crazy girl who wanders through the woods, patchily repaired fake-confident girl, uncertain, confused girl who doesn’t understand what’s happening to her body and mind, smart girl who knows the archaic latin word for fly and has the periodic table memorized . He’s seen every single one of these versions of Lydia and he’s still down on his knees on the floor in front of her, giving her all his love and trust and faith. 

Except, how hard must that be for Stiles? Because, like, he’s had to pull back soooo hard on how much he likes her, but in that moment, he actively chooses to open that back up. He didn’t have to. He could have turned off the affection, the heart-eyes. He didn’t have to establish intimacy by touching her. He didn’t have to smile at her like that. He didn’t have to symbolically unwind her stress by undoing the yarn that’s wrapped around her fingers. He doesn’t have to do any of this, he could easily self-preserve like Stiles Stilinski so often does, but he lITERALLY DOESN’T. He opens himself up to her instead, and this is where we get to see how unabashedly selfless Lydia makes him. She makes him the best version of himself, just as Stiles helps make Lydia the best version of herself. 

The roots of their friendship, I think, can actually be found in that part of Stiles meeting that part of Lydia– the two of them drawing out the best in each other and feeling the most at ease in their minds when they’re around each other. That explains how natural they are, and the casual touching, and the way it all seems to click with them. It’s like, when they’re around each other, they suddenly fit into their skins better. And the more they both realize it, the more they react in opposite ways. Stiles tries harder to preserve the friendship. Lydia falls in love with him. 

I think this is the first moment, after the kiss, where Lydia fully, completely admits to herself that she wants to kiss him again. I think that if Stiles had kissed her in that moment, she would have let him, just because it would have felt right, and Lydia was so in the moment, so in the rightness of it, that she wouldn’t have had time to me scared of the fact that Stiles wouldn’t be kissing the pretend version of her. He wouldn’t be kissing any of the archetypes that Lydia fits into. Instead, he would actually be kissing her. And, during s3b, that was probably the scariest part of having a crush on him for Lydia. 

If he liked her back, and they started going out and she was to lose him, she was going to lose a boy who knew who she actually was. Not only would her facade be rejected– it was more than that. The real Lydia would be rejected, and that’s terrifying to her. But in this scene, Stiles is effectively telling her that she’s not crazy, that she’s brilliant and important and trustworthy, while simultaneously beaming up at her like she’s the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. 

Lydia is everything she is, and she’s able to safely be that person in front of Stiles, she doesn’t have to pretend anything. The red string scene, for me, really epitomizes that. 

Forever LOLing at the idea that Sansa inherited her interest in fashion...

…from Catelyn.

Sansa’s POVs almost always begin with a description her carefully picked-out outfit. She also pays much mind to what others are wearing.

Catelyn details her own clothes maybe two or three times in the entire series. She also rarely go into what others are wearing*.

You know who does mentions what they’re wearing in nearly evey POV chapter? Ned.

You know who’s POV noted what exact shade of green Cersei was wearing when she arrived in Winterfell? Remembered the fine detail of the golden stags Renly liked to embroider in his capes and doublets? Explained to us the modest colours and small mockingbird pin that Littlefinger affects when Renly is teasing Baelish’s plain clothes when really the teasing should have been enough to illustrate that Littlefinger doesn’t like ostentatious clothes, but I guess the details and fabrics of court worth mentioning anyways? Fucking Ned.

Ned kinda thinks dismissively about showy dress, but he that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about fashion. His own personal taste is just more polished and subtle**, which serves the narrative function of highlighting the wasteful pomp of King’s Landing. Someone who doesn’t care about fashion period, probs wouldn’t have noted these differences at all.

Sansa totes inherited her fashinonista ways from Ned, guys.

*[aside: tbh the only time I explicitly remember Cat going into detail about others’ clothes is when meeting Roslin Frey, whom she notes is wearing a fine light blue and delicate lacey dress. You could argue she only even noted this for practical reasons; Roslin is marrying her brother politically and Cat is instantly measuring the Frey’s motives behind this by assesing how well they’ve bothered to present the bride. Cat is actually far more ‘meh’ of the trappings of traditional noblewoman-dom than we give her credit for: she’s not snobby or uncomfortable talking to smallfolk, getting upset at Edmure for not remembering the name of the old village woman who gave them treats as kids. She directly challenges Robb for unconsciously thinking that daughter are less important than sons. In AGOT, she’s all 'fuck modesty’ when walking naked around Maester Luwin (I mean, he delivered all her babies, he’s seen it all so what’s the point of airs???). long aside done]

**(I remember a lotta greys and silvers, but with nifty capes and belts. Smoky chic, ned!)

jonesesjughead  asked:

I don't think I'm gonna get over Juggie being rejected by his mum, his dad (although that's completely understandable considering the situation and he knew something wasn't right), and essentially Fred? Like I'm so goddamn emotional he just needs all the hugs and love in the world rn! When he voice broke a little when he told Archie he'd sleep in the garage I was on the verge of tears, and then the scene in the jailhouse with his dad...Skeet and Cole were incredible

They simply were, weren’t they??! Honestly, I can’t believe Fred. And his mom!! He was literally kicked down again, and again, and again, and he’s in this place where he thought he’d found home, for once in his life and then he hears that and you know what he does? He sleeps outside in the garage because how could he, Jughead Jones, possibly be deserving of sleeping inside with the All-American Andrews? He left, like a dog to his kennel, and it broke my damn heart! I just want him to be wrapped in a blanket by Betty Cooper and told he is loved, and cherished, and that she’ll never give up her faith in the name Jones

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'Once Upon a Time' Star Lana Parrilla Talks Robin's Big Return
Warning: This story contains major spoilers from the midseason return of Once Upon a Time. Read at your own risk! Regina might have found her second chance at love with Robin. During Once Upon a Ti…

Regina might have found her second chance at love with Robin.

During Once Upon a Time‘s midseason premiere, Regina (Lana Parrilla) was reunited with her late love Robin (Sean Maguire) in the Wish Realm — but this version of Robin is not the leader of a merry band of thieves who rob from the rich and give to the poor. No, this is Robin of Locksley, who basically just steals for his own benefit.

However, Regina still jumps at the chance to bring Robin back to Storybrooke, with the duo safely touching down at the end of the hour. “He gives her a feather, and that for her represents hope,” Parrilla tells EW. “There’s something sort of real about him. She doesn’t really think he’s going to make it through the wardrobe, but he does, and that gives her a lot of faith and hope that maybe there is another chance, or maybe this is her second chance, at love with him.

Introducing Robin into this new world won’t be easy for anyone involved. For example, he’ll experience difficulty “learning how to use a light switch and a microwave,” Parrilla says with a laugh. “He’s kind of back to the Robin that we knew, which all these characters that came into our modern world didn’t really know how things worked. When you’ve seen them come into Storybrooke, they really don’t know how things operate, and how things work, so she’s dealing with that.”

But it certainly goes into much more emotional territory, too. “Every time she sees him, he looks just like her Robin Hood, but he’s not, and so she’s a little confused on, how far does she go with this?” Parrilla says.

As difficult as it is for Regina, it’s also a challenge for Robin to face his legacy in this realm, with executive producer Edward Kitsis likening Robin’s feelings to what Regina dealt with when she believed everyone in the Wish Realm was better off without her. “Robin is looking for a fresh start,” Kitsis says. “We know that his life in the Wish Realm wasn’t as desirable as he let on, but it is very hard to go to a new place where you’re constantly reminded of a better version of you.

In the same respect, Regina is a character who often lets the past get in the way of her future,” Kitsis continues. “When the whole Daniel thing happened, she decided to become the Evil Queen to get back at Snow [Ginnifer Goodwin]. She separated herself from the darkness because she didn’t want the weight of that around her, and she wanted to embrace the future. Bringing a bizarro version of Robin back, some of them — at least Snow White — are going to be very concerned that maybe this isn’t the best thing for her. That is a journey she has to go on.

I’ve seen some negative comments about Suvi being a religious lesbian ever since she was revealed, how she ‘doesn’t make sense’ or something like that.

I just wanna say being a lesbian and religious is completely fine and compatible. She has a very mature mind about her belief, and her faith gives her strength and hope. It’s who she is. And surprise, religious lesbians actually exist, you know. There’s nothing wrong with it.

Yoosung Wedding Dance:One Shot

The amazing sage continues :) Here are the previous members who have been done c: Saeran, Jumin, Jihyun/V, and Sevens  :D and thanks to the help of @lyxy the beautiful wedding dance for this smol bean is Bryan Adams: Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman?   Enjoy :) 

*READ THIS FIRST*: *SPOILERS*: LETS PRETEND THAT THAT YOOSUNGS EYE WAS FIXED BEFORE YOU GUYS GOT MARRIED.

‘You cant love someone unless you love yourself.’ Bullshit. I have never loved myself. But you. Oh god, I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.

I cant believe she actually decided to marry me. She knew I had issues and yet, somehow and someway, she fell in love with me. After I thought I lost my cousin Rika, I believed that no one would love and appreciate me the way Rika had. When (f/n) (l/n) came into my life I was selfish enough to compare her to a dead person. I was selfish enough to try and mold (y/n) into a love that only a family member can give. Hah. I cant believe I was dumb enough to even think that. She is nothing like Rika. She will never ever be Rika because (y/n) love is bigger and brighter. My fiancee and soon to be wife was the reason I was motivated to become something better. I just sat on the bed appreciating all the memories that has led us to here. I looked up and notice my best man, Saeyoung, fixing his tie. I look to my right and I see Saeran and Zen bickering about something irrelevant. Jumin is drinking a glass of wine while I notice V slowly walking towards me. He sits next to me and puts a firm grip on my shoulder “So how are you feeling today Yoosung?” he gave a warm smile. I looked down to my shoes and sighed “ Im actually feeling great because I have an amazing woman by my side. She loves me and I love her. I wish the circumstances of my personal family was a bit different, but eh, what can I do? Im still a bit upset that I didn’t find the truth till way later about my cousin, but I suppose I understand you and Jumins reasoning.”I finally looked at V and whispered “ I know she isn’t a good topic of conversation around here but I wish Rika was here because she’s family you know? I know she’s done the worst but I’m glad she’s getting some help. Also, um, thank you for checking up on me and being there for me. It meant a lot to me.” I finally gave V a sincere smile. He pulled me into a hug and then I felt Saeyoung come and hug me and then the other men did as well. It was time for me to get married to a beautiful angel. 

To really love a woman, To understand her - you gotta know her deep inside Hear every thought - see every dream , N’ give her wings - when she wants to fly , Then when you find yourself lyin’ helpless in her arms, Ya know ya really love a woman

You looked so beautiful wearing white. Seeing your face glow because you are happy having my last name astonishes me. I was a bit nervous having to kiss you in public but it felt so natural showing everyone that you belong to me and I belong to you. Your lips were honey and they will forever be my fuel for my existence. I took your hand in mind guiding you to the dance floor while the DJ announces our last names. I pulled you in a hug and kissed your forehead. The music started and I took a deep breath. We danced like we rehearsed for a few seconds but I stopped dancing and looked into your eyes that shined brighter than the stars, “I need to tell you something. I don’t want this to be perfect like how I wanted it to be. I want this dance to show how grateful I am to have you in my life. Now let me fix something real quick” I kneeled down to take of your high heel shoes. I threw them to Saeyoung so he can place them somewhere. I brought you back closer to me and whispered in your ear, “Remember the first night we bought our home? Because I sure do. We went to this fancy restaurant to celebrate being home owners and I remembered how much you hated wearing heels. Baby, this is to celebrate our love. I want you to be you and be comfortable. I want to dance the same way we dance slightly buzzed around our living room. So shall we?” You gave a small nod and you laid your head on my chest to hear my heart beat. What you didnt know is that you are the reason why this heart is still beating. I rubbed your back gently and swayed side to side ready to tell you my hearts truth, “When I met you, I was in a bad place in my life. I was lost. My soul was not with me. My heart didn’t beat for me no more. I felt like something was trying to take my life and soul away from me and I couldn’t do nothing about it. I felt so dead that I was trying so hard to find something to fill the emptiness within me. I couldn’t find it but I knew I found it when I was given the honor to look into your eyes. Every time I see your eyes and smile, I knew that all my emotions, fears, and feelings belonged to you. How can I love someone that much that I could feel you in my blood. That everytime time you are near me or touch me I feel like I can do anything because I have a queen beside me. It’s amazing how your love made me into a batter man. I need you to know something, there will be only two people that owns my heart: you and our future child.”

To really love a woman , Let her hold you - , til ya know how she needs to be touched , You’ve gotta breathe her - really taste her , Til you can feel her in your blood , N’ when you can see your unborn children in her eyes , Ya know ya really love a woman

I twirled you around a bit but quickly brought you next to me. My arms fits the small of your back just perfectly. I love how your skin warms mine. You underestimate yourself so much that it saddens me that you don’t recognize your inner beauty. I touched your chin gently raising it to see my eyes “ I love you more than life itself. How can I express such a love in words or gestures when I cannot even explain to myself how I can feel you and your love deep in bones. Your love makes my soul ache because its getting addicted to yours. I need you in my life and I’m not afraid to say it. You are the reason why this heart continues to beat day in and day out. When I wake up I look forward to seeing your bed head because you give off this natural glow. I will like to have your blood mixed with mine so we can create the most beautiful thing that love can give. That is two hearts in one, two souls in one, two emotions in one and two minds in one. When I look into your eyes I can see our unborn child. I can see how a goddess like yourself will carry the life of our love.”

You got to give her some faith - hold her tight, A little tenderness - gotta treat her right , She will be there for you, takin’ good care of you , Ya really gotta love your woman…

I leaned in to give you a passionate kiss and while the cameras kept shuttering and flashing, the noise of the awes were growing louder, I only heard your heartbeat. We broke our kiss that suddenly turned into a smile, “My love for you is so big and intense that I am afraid to hurt or lose you. You are my dreams and nightmares. I know this may sound bad but its just because I never felt a love this strong. I want to be the very best for you. You deserve to be treated with respect and kindness and I will make sure till the day I die, that you will always have a smile on your face. I want to be the person that you can rely one. When you are looking for a hand to hold, my hand will patiently wait for yours. You will never need to look for someone or something to ease your pain because I will be there for you day and night. I will be there when you need to be held. I will be there when you need to be loved. I will give you my smile because you deserve to smile every day. I will let you know till my last breath, that you own every single cell in my body. Thank you for helping me realize how it is to truly be loved. Thank you for giving my life a purpose.” 

I am in love with you (F/N) Kim. 

I will make sure that you will know how special you are till the day I die. 

Thank you (f/n) 

I love you. 

Outlander Fanfiction Fridays #1

Hey fellow Outlander baes. @creag-an-fhitich and I are always sharing and squeeing about the true heroes of this fandom: the fanfiction writers. If your (Outlander) life hasn’t been improved by them, you are missing out. Like BIG TIME. Because you can go to so many places with James and Claire Fraser, and they just help you enrich your Outlander experience!

So, to help endure this looooong droughtlander 3.0, we decided to pay a much deserved homage to our favorite life ruiners, who so generously share their talents with us. We will be doing one post per week, always on fridays, featuring some suggestions from the writer of that week. Please feel free to reblog and add more. To the writers out there, THANK YOU.

Your faces are our hearts! <3

And to kick this off in the best way, this week we bring you the Queen @gotham-ruaidh!

Gotham just keeps giving us all the feels and the love, the humor, the amazingness of Modern Glasgow, she writes for Imagine Claire and Jamie, and gives us her amazing insights, commentary and meta posts, day after day.

In case you are not following already here are her AO3 / tumblr. We tortured ourselves trying to select only two recs each… It’s impossible, but these are those, for now!

@creag-an-fhitich‘s choices:

  • Modern Glasgow Chapter 37 (Jamie and the wee Frasers go grocery shopping) AO3 / tumblr
  • The Reassurance (Claire breaks down after a gypsy gives her messages from Faith) AO3 / tumblr

@iwanttodriveyouthroughthenight‘s choices:

  • Modern Glasgow Chapter 5 (Claire and Jamie’s wedding night) AO3 / tumblr
  • Hush - missing moment from episode 208 (Jamie and Claire at Lallybroch) AO3 / tumblr

HAPPY HOLBY TUESGAY!! Just a bit of silliness to get a fan girl through Robbie’s reappearance 😋

we have no right to be upset with Noora cause she didn’t know that Sana likes Yousef. 


Yousef on the other hand, LIKES Sana. We saw it in his eyes and the way he talks to her. 
so, it completely baffles me that he was doing this. 

The only reason i can think of, is that elias told yousef that Sana likes you and to keep her from giving up her faith  or doing something she might regret later in life, he kisses noora. He probably didn’t want her to choose between her faith and him. 

Ghost Ryokan

I’m rewatching this arc again and there’s a lot of things I really love about it, but that aftermath of Oiwa’s conversation with Otose is so well done. We’re all familiar with this scene when they’re talking:

We see the cell he’s in burst open and I mean, this scene is awesome! Gintoki is so badass and we’re all ready to see him kick some ass! And I love that within that conversation, Oiwa says that Gintoki wants to stay and Otose just immediately knows that there’s no way in hell that’s true and calls her out on it. Anyway, after some great build up, we’re amped and ready for some action, but what we get is something completely different.

I love this so much!! He’s called a wild animal, we expect to see something wild, but instead, we get a seemingly domestic Gintoki calmly entertaining a bunch of spirits. The contrast is so good!! Gintoki portrayed as a fierce creature capable of destruction in one scene, then in the next, he’s shown being gentle and friendly, able to commiserate with spirits to help send them to Heaven. This is the face of a man that knows exactly what he’s doing and it adds to the dimensions of just how wild of an animal Gintoki actually is.

“Sorry kids, it looks like your grunkles won’t be able to build snowmen with you today.”

Another for the ‘recovery is hard’ set, this time set is the Blind Faith AU.

Sometimes they think this world is all an illusion, that they aren’t really home, but have instead been captured and tricked. Only they know how to break out of these traps by now, how to tell the difference (Mirrors don’t work right, colors are off, dates are wrong, and Ford insists that they never get the texture of Stan’s injured hands right, Ford swears on it, and so anytime he isn’t sure he holds Stan’s hand so he knows what is real).

But sometimes it’s hard to convince themselves about what is real and what isn’t, and so they will have days where they simply sit in silence together and think.

6
Of Prayers and Churches

I’ve always wondered how churches and religions worked in Narnia, especially because the Pevensies were coming from a place where religion was a highly contested issue and Christianity was still fairly traditional. I know that Calormen has temples to Tash (or maybe that’s just a headcanon some writers have), so I thought that some place to pray in Narnia wasn’t a far off idea. I especially like the idea of Susan being the one to bring up the idea of a church, being as she is so focused on the logic and practicality of life; thus, it makes the most sense for me to have her want a church, to have a physical place to be reminded of your faith. This is also why I believe Edmund will also support her, unlike Peter and Lucy, who see no need for a physical reminder of Aslan. Hope you enjoy this!

The first Sunday after the battle at Beruna, Susan Pevensie woke up—as she always did—at dawn before she realized she had nowhere to be. She had gone over to her armoire and began looking through her jewelry box, filled with the few baubles she had been gifted in the past week. Back home, in England, she kept her cross in a tin box by her bedside table; of course, she was in Narnia now, and there was no tin box and, thus, no cross.

When she realized there would be no Sunday mass because, well, there was no church, Susan sat back down on her bed in her white nightgown. She was still a Christian even if it was war time; her mother made her and her siblings go every Sunday. Even though she wasn’t in England anymore, that didn’t mean she had to give up her faith. But, of course, there were no priests here and no churches and no communion and no mass.

So, she decided she would have her own private prayer, even if it did feel a little strange to miss Sunday mass, and knelt by her bed and began to pray. However, she hit another obstacle. Susan believed in God, as all boys and girls do: in the way that you believed in Santa because you didn’t understand faith and religion and the universe. Of course, she was no ordinary girl; while she still had no understanding of how the universe worked—she did travel to a new world a mere week before—she knew that it was far more complex than adults made it out to be, and certainly much different than the priests at church said it was. By this point, all she knew was that there was Aslan; God, like Santa, felt like a fairy tale to her, but Aslan seemed to be more than magic, more than everything really. He radiated power and love and life, as if he is the only thing that ever will be. So, because she felt more comfortable praying to Aslan than she did God, that is exactly what she did.

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