Things that are currently making me smile

[bedlamsbard]

Bloopers from LWW! Considering how much of this movie was CGI, it's incredibly impressive that it, you know, doesn't look like CGI.

Speaking of LWW, did you know that there's an extended edition of the battle? I DID NOT KNOW THIS AND I HAVE BEEN IN THE FANDOM FOR THREE YEARS THIS MONTH. The ways in which this makes me happy cannot actually be expressed. GUYS. EXTENDED EDITION OF MY FAVORITE FANTASY BATTLE EVER, NOW WITH BONUS AWESOME. *wild flail* (Here is a link to some of the clips; I shall endeavour to find a better video later. Ignore the fact that the poster cannot actually spell.)

Meanwhile, more bloopers! ...which I was going to embed, but embedding's disabled on the one I was looking at. As with the battle. Um. Meanwhile, here is a link! This one always makes me want to write people falling down all over the place in my fic. I think my favorite part is how William Moseley will, like, fall down a flight of stairs but do it in character even while everyone else is all, "Oh, the scene has cut!" SWORD IN THE FACE.

Right now I am in a NARNIA NARNIA NARNIA mood right now. My favorite kind of mood! If only it was transferring into writing.

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[snacky]

I am not that good at it either, but for some reason, the movie left me with the impression that she's some kind of fruit tree. Cherry, most likely.

Or else dogwood. I don't even know.

Peter then spends every bit of free time he has over the next few weeks thoroughly exploring the woods around Cair Paravel.

Edmund is especially pleased to find out he's not allergic to willows. Willows are very ... flexible.

[bedlamsbard]

Pink flowers does seem to say fruit tree of some type. *muses*

Dryads tend to be very...grateful. Winter: not so much fun when you're a tree.

Susan despairs. Or starts to, before she finds out that dryads, er...sway both ways.

[snacky]

Dryads are also not much for talking and more for... well, action.

Susan is particularly fond of Holly dryads. So handy to have about during the winter holidays.

[bedlamsbard]

There is an unfortunate incident where Peter's dryad girlfriend once has to leave early because her tree is fruiting. For days he's terrified that this is some kind of euphemism, until she returns with a basket of apples. Or cherries. Or something, anyway.