we always forget him

Ok but I’ve been binge watching the Narnia movies again, after not having seen them for a long ass time, and now, being a little older and (hopefully) a little more mature than I was when I first saw them, I always feel physically sick when I see the Pevensies being children after The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe because they just aren’t anymore and I can’t even begin to imagine what it must be like, to grow up as kings and queens, respected and important, and full of duty, only to go back to being 8 years old (in Lucy’s case).

They didn’t remember England, or the wardrobe, or their old lives, they were Narnians and they were pushed back, not only into a world that was bound to make them miserable, but also into bodies that couldn’t reflect what they’d been through.

Just imagine Peter, waking up in the morning, not remembering that he isn’t the Magnificent anymore, imagine him subconsciously reaching for something to trim his beard, only to remember that it isn’t there anymore, to expect old battle wounds to hurt until he realises that they can’t because he doesn’t have them.

Or Edmund, who left England a stubborn selfish little boy who only wanted his mummy back, and came back the Just, the redeemed traitor, the diplomat, the man, having to resort to being ten years old and probably not even allowed to peek at a newspaper because he’s just a child after all. He plays chess, incredibly well, he doesn’t mock his siblings anymore and all the friends he knew when he was still a boy are either irritated at his behaviour or too childish, too selfish for somebody who knows very well just what selfishness can do, who has a part of the White Witch in him, always.

Susan forgets, we all know that. She must’ve lain awake at night, remembering just what it felt like to cover pain and viciousness and gore with a smile and a blush, remembering being the Gentle, but never in war. She must’ve cried for all the lost years, for all that she learnt and that she can never forget, for all that she has accomplished, that will bring her nothing in this world that doesn’t feel like hers. So she sits down in front of a mirror, talks herself out of believing, telling herself that it wasn’t real, that it was just a dream, that this Narnia her siblings talk about is nothing but a game.
The truth is too terrifying, to devastating to face.

Lucy, little Lucy, who grew up under Mr Tumnus’ smiles and Aslan’s approving gaze, who was loved by all, who did learn how to rule, how to negotiate but who never forgot just what it means to be a queen of Narnia, this girl who matured into a woman, who had a woman’s mind and body and a queen’s grace, she who they called the Valiant, the lion’s daughter, she shrank into herself, into a child, younger than even her siblings. She remembers, clearest of them all, she is the only one who still knows Mr Tumnus’ face, still knows Aslan, but she is just a girl, a pretty little thing who will never be the queen she was, who will never be the woman she was because queenship forms a person in ways no schools can.

They must’ve been devastated when they tumbled to the floor, short and small, and there’s a war they have no control over and Lucy is small, Edmund is skinny, so skinny and Peter and Susan have lost their glow and they’ve changed, they’ve changed so much. (The first time, somebody calls them by just their names, they feel invalidated and small. And offended. They’re kings and queens, they’ve earned their titles and now they have to sit in a dim room filled with children and listen to teachers, have to allow themselves to be insignificant and nothing more than what they were when Lucy first stepped into Narnia - frightened children in the middle of a war they wish was never there in the first place)

Let Laurent be masculine

Okay but I think people are forgetting that Laurent isn’t a feminine man by any means…he’s actually kind of fuckin manly. He’s built like the statue of David, described to have broad shoulders, a cut body and not to mention the strength to whirl around a 500lb+ horse while cutting down soldiers with one arm.

Damen used to chase after gladiators for crying out loud. You know he’s gotta admire Laurent’s body for how sporty and strong it is. He’s not like this…slight, soft-bellied boy I tend to see around the fandom. The super long hair, the soft body, always making him bottom (did we forget he nearly topped Damen if not for some rude premature climaxing)…

idk I feel like Laurent is being feminized into very boring, stereotypical role where there always has to be “a girl” of the relationship. And I feel like with all the different ways Pacat described him she was very careful about trying to avoid this very thing! Laurent may be a prettyboy but that doesn’t mean he isn’t masculine af too. I just don’t want his awesome character to fall into the same void that nearly every other ‘bottom designated’ gay man gets in any given fandom. 

It seems like Morrissey can do whatever he wants and I will always love him
Things I love about MJ

•Him
•His eyes
•His eyes when he smiles
•His actual smile
•His laugh
•The way his whole face lights up when he’s laughing (and the stars shine in his eyes)
•Him being able to make everyone in the room laugh
•The cheesy agyeo
•The love that he has for his members
•The love he has for us Aroha
•His impressions
•Vocals, Vocals, Vocals (he sings like and angel ok)
•His dorkyness (dorkiness?)
•His acting in TBC
•When he dances
•Jaw that was sculpted my magic
•Lips !!!!!!!!!
•Cute nose
•He some how has the perfect eyebrows
•Can’t forget the adorable ears
•Short but tall in spirit
•I just love him a lot

#HappyMJDay !
(Pls feel free to add)

ok ok ok butt have anyone ever considered BAMF!Stiles…only with the twist of him being ambidextrous that we somehow always forget…

like a bad guy has the pack down, stiles is about to shoot him when the bad guy snaps his right hand butt leaves the gun lying nearby. he assumes stiles will wallow in pain and wont be able to shoot no more when suddenly Stiles stands up gun in left hand.

the bad guy smirks and says “come on kid, do you really think you can shoot with your good hand let alone the bad?“ so stiles smirks at the guy. gun unwavering in his hand as his finger on the trigger set straight to the guys head “im an ambidextrous you fucker“ and shoots him straight in the forehead.

i need this. omg wot if its an FBI Au like Derek being held hostage and stiles saves the day! i need that!

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My kind of aesthetic, Taekook’s body differences. Dem shoulders, peck and arms doe jeon jungkook.

look at this dork I love him

If you thought Yuzuru Hanyu was Extra, I’ll let you know Tatsuki Machida just choreographed a 9 minute long program in which he changes costume, mixes contemporary style with ballet and wears a lot of eyeliner. 

Tatsuki Machida has always been the original Extra except we tend to forget due to him being retired. 

I pray to God that Ethan Dolan will soon be able to smile like this again! I pray that his smile never leaves his face and that he will continue to change the world with it.
I pray that the day never comes when he forgets how to smile. We are always here to remind him how to smile.

Laugh Or You’ll Cry (Requested)

“Harry in a road trip with miss and their one year old and he/she is really annoyed and cries and pouts and whines and harry is all stressed because they are kinda lost and the baby with that mood is not helping and then the baby does something funny or says something funny and he just chuckle and not that stressed anymore.”

Just a lil quickie this one, but I thought it was cute! I love domestic dad!Harry. Hope you enjoy.

Let me know what you think, and if you have any requests for future oneshots, you can ask me HERE.

896 words.


“Nappies?”

“Yup!”

“Blankie?”

“Yup!”

“Bottles?”

“Yup!”

“And… oh, did you get her little hat? You know the one with the teeny bears on it? The fleecy one?”

“Um… Hold on… Okay, yup, got the fluffy hat. Is that everything? I feel like we’re definitely forgetting something.”

Harry stepped towards his missus, holding out the baby bag, his brow furrowed as he ran through his mental checklist once more.

“We always forget something… It’s inevitable,” she giggled softly, taking the bag from him and pecking his cheek. “Worst comes to worst we can just go to the supermarket once we get there. And your mum always has supplies, you know how she is,” she smiled, balancing the bag on one arm as she tugged on her coat and beanie.

“Yeah, s’pose you’re right,” he nodded, tugging on his own coat and slipping his keys into his pocket. “I’ll just go and grab the munchkin, and then we can get going. Think we might not be as late as we thought we were going to be!” he chuckled, heading towards the nursery.

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Thirty stressful minutes later and the little family of three was finally on road, heading towards Anne’s place for Christmas. Their little girl hadn’t taken kindly to being woken up prematurely from her slumber, her little face scrunching up as she wailed and wailed, uncooperative as Harry worked at getting her buckled into her car seat, doing his best to get her comfy.

His wife decided it was best to ride in the back with their little girl in an attempt to calm her down, but so far her attempts were fruitless.

“Shhh baby girl… C’mon now, it’s just the car. We love the car, yeah? Going to see Nana, sweetheart. Yeah?” she cooed, stroking a tender hand over the little one’s downy hair. She nudged against her mother’s touch, sniffling a little as her cries turned into a plaintive grizzle, tears still tracking down her cheeks.

“Harry, I think she’s hungry. I know we’re running late, but it might help calm her if I nurse her…”

Harry hummed in agreement, pulling over and stopping the car. “Need anything?” he asked, watching as she unbuckled their daughter, lifting her into her lap.

“No, I think we’re okay,” she murmured, tugging her shirt up and guiding the baby to her chest. She latched almost immediately, soothed by the familiar smell of milk and her mum’s skin, her little hand resting against her chest. “There we go sweetheart… That good?” she smiled fondly, kissing her forehead.

Harry shuffled round to the boot of the car, retrieving a pillow before getting back in the front seat, nudging it under his wife’s elbow to give her some support. His features softened as he took in the sight of his baby having her breakfast, the image of his wife caring for their daughter never failing to make him emotional. “She must’ve been hungry!”

“Yeah, she was… Poor sweetheart. Not sure I’ll have much left once she’s done with me!” she giggled softly, stroking a finger over her cheek.

Harry smiled, tugging his phone out of his pocket and checking his maps. “Oh, shit!”

“What?” she asked, brow furrowing as she looked up at him.

“I took the wrong turn off back there! Shit… We’ve just never come this way before. Umm… Oh god I’m not sure…” he trailed off, staring intently down at his phone as he tried to work out where they were.

“We’re gonna be so late Haz! I feel terrible!”

“I know, I know… I’m sorry, I just wasn’t paying attention.”

She sighed, shaking her head. “We just have to leave even earlier next time.” She waited a few a moments, and then – “Any luck?”

“Yeah, getting there. Patience baby…”

She let out a huff, slumping back into the seat as she brought the little girl up to wind her.

“Right, I think if we get back on at the next entrance, and then double back… We should be okay. Just won’t get there till… Well, late.”

“Your poor mum, I hope this won’t change her plans at all.”

“Oh, you know mum. She’s so –“

But before he could finish, the biggest burp she’d ever done erupted from the tiny girl. She blinked up at her mum with wide, surprised eyes before breaking into giggles, clapping her hands together. Harry caught her eyes, a smile playing on his lips for a moment before they both joined with her, laughter bubbling from their throats. Tears formed in Harry’s eyes from laughing so hard, a hand gripping his side as he rolled around in his seat.

“Goodness me baby!” he chuckled, finally catching his breath. “That was a big burp! Do you fell better?” he grinned.

She just giggled back at him, dropping her little frame against her mum’s torso and nuzzling against her a little.

“Little poppet… Got that from your dadda definitely! What a big burp!” she smiled, kissing the top of her head. The little girl tucked her thumb in her mouth, content and warm in her mother’s arms.

“Should we get going again then sweetheart? Go and see nanna?” he smiled, watching as his missus carefully got her settled back in her car seat again. 

It wasn’t always easy, but his family was still the absolute best thing that had ever happened to him.

Just one step {S.M.} Part 1

Okay so this is the first time I write something in english that is not school related bc it isnt my mother tongue and I had this idea stuck on my head so I wrote it.

I want to thank @mercyonmendes​ because she has been the first person to read this and give me her opinion on this shitty whatever this is.

I hope you like it and please leave some feedback because I want to know if you want me to keep writing this

Just one. I was just asking for one friends meeting without him being the centre of attention, but I guess I didn’t ask for it hard enough.

The summer had just started and Shawn’s European leg of his Illuminate World Tour ended. So we decided to get together for the old times. Nothing really changed besides the fact that all of us were now in university and not in high school anymore, we were still the same goofs that we were before. Except Shawn. He turned to be this rock star that everyone always talks about and praises and loves.

He became some sort of saint in our group and that made me stand him a little bit less than I did before. We may be in the same group of friends but everyone in this group knows that we live to hate each other. There’s always been a war going between us since we started high school and I don’t see any end soon.

“So we were backstage and you could hear how everyone was shouting and screaming my name waiting for me to go on stage and man-“

“We get it, Mendes. Your life is super interesting but you know what? It’s been months since I have seen this people and want to hear how their life’s are going, not only yours. Thanks.” I cut him off. I had enough of him going on and on about how girls were dying to meet him.

He stood up from where he was sitting and left to get another drink, his mood having changed completely.

“When are you two going to stop this thing you have going on?” Brian asked.

“Once he decides to leave his ego aside and become a better person and not treat me like shit.” I simply stated. It was no surprise that if you left each other in a room one of us would end up dead, and all of our friends wanted it to stop. And I wanted it to end too, but I couldn’t deal with the fact that he would go around dragging about how many girls wanted to get with him just because he was Shawn Mendes.

He would always talk about that when we were together and forget about him when it was only the boys. It was like he was two different people in one. And I prefered the second version of him. I hated the first.

“And y/n, is any special guy in your life?” One of the boys asked, I think it was Ian, what I can’t remember since I was too focused on my thoughts about how much I hated the singer of the group, who just came back with a new drink.

“Well yeah. I mean there’s this guy in my campus who I’ve been talking to for some time and he’s cute and great.” I stopped myself when I started to get a little uncomfortable since everybody was looking at my shockingly, except Shawn, who seemed to be mad for some reason.

“I didn’t know that!” One of my closest friends yelled at me “I want more details.” I took a sip of my cup trying to hide my grin while deciding if I should tell them more about him or if I should shut up.

“I bet he doesn’t even exist.” Shawn speaks. “Is he even real or another of your books characters you fell in love with this month?” He teased, not in a friendly-jokingly way, more of an I-don’t-believe-you-liar way. I couldn’t believe him.

I’m the centre of the conversation for once and he has to come and ruin it, why? Because he was bored? Because it was me who had the spotlight and not him?

“For your information he is a human being, he does exist and he doesn’t treat me like shit like you do. So forgive me for having a crush on and to think I could have something with Ethan.” I stood up and headed to the bathroom just wanting to forget about what just happened right there and maybe, when I came back, start all over and join the new conversation they would have going on.

On my way back there I stopped at the kitchen to refill my cup and search for something to eat when I felt someone’s presence in the room, and it was not a good one. Of course he had to come here in this exact moment.

“What are you looking for?” He was facing my back and slowly making his way closer to me. “Some pizza left overs. I’m hungry, but not like you care.” I turned around to face him, expecting him to be at the door, not right behind me.

“Sorry, hun. There’s no more pizza left. I ate the last slice.” We were now closer than what I’d like us to be making me forget what I was doing there and leaving the room as fast as my legs let me.

“I’m telling you. I saw my life flash before my eyes at that exact moment. I thought I was dying right there.” Ian was explaining when I sat next to him. “What happened?” I ask laughing a little. “I was telling them about the time when I nearly got caught cheating on an exam this semester.” He goes back to explaining the beginning of the story for me to understand and when he turned to look at me his eyes drifted to somewhere higher than where my eyes were.

I turned around, searching where he was looking and I saw Shawn right behind me with my cup and a smirk. “You forgot this in the kitchen before, hun.” He said handing me the red cup and winking at me.

Everyone fell silent and you could feel how my anger was increasing by the seconds from miles away.

I hated Shawn Mendes.

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how baekhyun reacted when the translator mistranslated his ment

thank you everyone

All your kind words during our tough times were so helpful and touching. We are so grateful to have such a kind community, thank you so much again. Love you all. Luffy will always be in our hearts and we will never forget him. Regarding his remains, we decided long ago what we would do when we would lose our loved family, and we’re happy to say he is now back home with us on a little memorial spot we set for him. As for Ghibli, seeing him alone broke our hearts… so we decided that he needed a companion. So, why not two?

Can I Just

Bun is one of the best writers out there, and everyone needs to know that. Whenever her fingers move across a keyboard, and words are turned into stories- my heart swells with every character and plot and feeling that she tries to convey. @rbuns, you are amazing, and I’m so lucky I have you as a friend. <3 <3

Originally posted by bombom-doce

imagine the other pilots knowing abt poe’s crush and acting like middle schoolers and telling finn things that go completely over his head like “so finn… we think you really turn poe on” and of course finn has never heard this expression before so he’s just like “… what?!” and knows he’s missing something aND POE JOLTS IN HORROR FROM BEHIND THEM WHERE HE WAS TRYING TO GET THEM TO SHUT UP AND RESCUES FINN AND PULLS HIM AWAY and finn is just so confused like “no wait what were they talking about?” aND ALL POE CAN MANAGE IS A NERVOUS SMILE AS HE TRIES TO ASSURE HIM ITS NOTHING AND THEN TURNS TO GLARE AT HIS SQUADRON WHO ARE BACK THERE DYING