1993, Hanging Out At Robaire And Maggie's Home

1993, hanging out at Robaire and Maggie's home

Maggie, 8 : Hey, Z.

Aaron Z, 13 : Yeah ?

Maggie : You're like.. black yeah ?

Z : Yeah.

Maggie, already giggling : But also... also asian, right ?

Z : Yeeah ?

Robaire, 13, giggling because it's automatic : I'm not sure to like where this is going...

Maggie, still giggling : S-so... does that make you... a blasian ? *wheezes*

Robaire : PfFT- *scoffs*

Z :

Z, sparking eyes : Yeah. I'm blasian.

Since that summer afternoon, he's calling himself a blasian and Maggie still wonder why he got the joke so seriously

I feel bad for Maggie because every time she tries to make fun of the boys, they're so optimistic about her that they turn her jokes into actual good ideas 😞 That is basically why she's always dragging in their paws like their leprechaun or smth lol (also why they are always around her)

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Let me post this again because even if it was just to be a reaction I think it's actually super cool

Jim : I don't have a type.

Also Jim when strong, independent women that are very caring with a candid heart, who also have predator eyes for some reasons, enter in his life : Oh.

Jim : I do have a type.

Made a long ass post that the absence of connection just erased 🥲👍🏾

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.