It's 2020 And I'm Still Crying Over Mergana.

It's 2020 and I'm still crying over mergana.

Do you think when Morgana was dying in Merlin’s arms, and she looked up, she remembered all the other times she was there? How he’d held her when the poison was flooding her system. And all the other times he’d put his arms around her, to protect her, to rush her away from danger, to keep her safe from harm, how that gangly looking servant boy would throw his arms out in a protective instinct, which never made any sense because surely she’d have been better able to defend herself.

And it all made sense then, because it made everything fit into place. He really was Emrys. And he’d not been her enemy the whole time. He’d been trying to protect her, from everything, including herself.

Olvera was at least a hundred and fifty pounds heavier, and about a foot taller, than Riley. Given the condition of his body when they’d found him, as well as Riley’s small size, he estimated she had maybe thirty minutes to live, with some margin for error. Mac didn’t like his lack of clarity when the stakes were so high, but without doing more tests to narrow down the exact type of cyanide compound in her system, he could only work within the known variables. He didn’t have time for anything else.

THEY HAVE DAUGHTERS. AND CLARK GAVE UP HIS POWERS FOR THEM. AND HE AND LOIS ARE STILL FUCKING ADORABLE JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL

What she says: I’m fine.

What she means: I understand the Chronicles of Narnia was at its heart a fairytale with theological analogies for children. But why did Lewis never address how they had to adapted to life on Earth again. Why does no one talk about how the Pevensies had to grow up with a kingdom of responsibilities on their shoulders, only to return to Earth and be children. Take Lucy, she was youngest and perhaps she adapted more quickly-but she had the memories and mind of a grown woman in an adolescent body. Edmund literally found himself in Narnia, he went from a selfish boy to mature and experienced man. He found a purpose and identity through his experiences to come back as just Edmund, Peter’s younger brother. Did people wonder why the sullen, sour boy came back, carrying himself like a wisened king? Did his mother wonder why he and Peter suddenly got along so well, why they spent so much time together now? And Susan, the girl of logistics and reason came back with a difference in her. She learned how to be a diplomat and ambassador, Susan the Gentle had to live to endure not-so-gentle circumstances. She had the respect she wanted, only to be just another teen girl. And Peter, he entered the manhood and maturity he so wanted. He earned the responsibility and stripes he yearned for. He learned to command armies and conduct the menial tasks demanded of a king to rule a nation. But he came back, appearing to be just anther glory-hungry boy. Not to mention the PTSD they must have struggled with. Especially Edmund. How often did he wake up in a sweat, screaming a sibling or comrade’s name? His parents believe it’s the war, but it’s an entirely different one he has nightmares about. How often did he have trouble with flashbacks and mood swings? And how many times did he and Peter sit over a newspaper or near the radio listening to reports on the troops. How often did they pour over lost battles and debate better strategies. Did their parents ever wonder why they seemed to understand flight war so well? How long was it before they stopped discussing these things in front of people? Why does no one talk about this??? 

HOW THE ECHO CAVES SHOULD HAVE GONE.