movie: narnia

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literature!au:  noor as romeo and  susan as juliet

noor had never seen a girl so gentle, so gracious. so forbidden. a capulet girl with her dark hair and dark eyes, with a smile that protested a lack of complete innocence.

susan couldn’t take her eyes away from the girl who looked like stardust ran in her veins. a montague girl with a thousand fires in her eyes, with a million demands on her tongue.

From everything that happened last night I would like to retract a little. 

I have been in this fandom since 2007. I became a member of tumblr only recently. Before that I have been a member of many fandom forums (NarniaWeb, NarniaFans, and a few actor fansites) and FFN. I have not been consecutively active since 2007. There have been a few years where I had left due to personal reasons, but I also remember one point I had left because I did not feel like I belonged anymore. I was not worthy of being in the fandom because I did not feel that I could provide quality material to contribute. The reason behind such is because I was much younger; about 12-14 years old. I did not have the capabilities of experience to provide and people I admired in the fandom made sure I knew that. 

Discrimination, ethnocentrism, and anything considering superiority over another is not accepted. People are allowed to have their own values and morals and be able to express them. However, values and morals need to be reexamined if one thinks they cannot accept another’s as what he/she/they believe (even though they want their own morals and values to be accepted by everyone). Treat others the way they wish to be treated. Respect.

Tumblr is a safe-place for many members of society who have been discriminated against. Tumblr is an outlet and audience for expression. 

Especially today people need to think before they say. People need to ask questions before challenging another person.

I was physically away from tumblr for nearly an entire month. I am overwhelmly excited about everything contributed to this fandom during Pride Month. Daily I am digging into all that happened and what I have missed. 

The point I am trying to reach with this is I do not want someone believing they do not belong in this fandom because they don’t believe they have the skills and capabilities to contribute. We do indeed strive for uniqueness and quality, but instead of giving negativity to that individual offer advice instead. Give assistance and construction. One does not need to take a lot of time to do this. If grammar bothers you then provide the advice to resolve the issue. 

Fandom is a gateway to original work. The celebration of new ideas is something I love. I think sometimes we lose new creations because one believes they have been ousted for not currently having the capabilities. Just keep going and striving to improve. You’ll be impressed what lengths you have grown. 

It is okay to not have the astounding amount of notes or reviews as others. Just remember that it is a way to learn. Continue to improve your craft. Tumblr is a great way to do this.   

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.