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Smoke, sugary drinks, water, alcohol and majorly sweat. Those were the odors that filled up my lungs at the moment, and my mind was a mess, everything was blurry, my feet hurt like hell and the funny thing was that none of it mattered, I was myself, safe in that old and dusty basement of an underground club downtown that I didn ́t even know and yet, the moment I stepped a foot in it, felt like I was returning home, like as if my whole life I had been waiting for this very moment, I had longed so much for a place I could not name nor describe, it was incredible but awfully scary at the time, no certainty, just the sound of a crowd roaring with all its might without a single care in the world coming together with mere strangers that somehow felt like family. At the moment, the only things that mattered were the sounds created by the vibrations sent by the fingers touching strings and drumsticks ́ bangs, a single voice that acted as a beacon and the people on stage who were spinning, jumping and moving all around the place, nothing more. No thirst, no hunger, no ache nor loneliness, everything was fine.Everyone enjoying themselves, having the time of their lives, some cried, yes, but those were the happiest type of tears, like when the joy is so overwhelming that the only way to express it is through tears.

Every pair of eyes, all of different colors on various faces that protected different souls were shining with a marvelous glee unseen elsewhere. Others would have thought that I was high, and probably I was, but not in the way that you are picturing me, but in a sort of spiritual level, I was way above everything else in this mundane and silly world, my heart was at peace even though it was beating so fast that it could have gotten out of my chest in any moment and flown straight to the stage.

At times my eyes were closed, then I would move so I would be facing the ceiling and I would open them, then smile with a kind of joy too great for it to be described in words, hard to understand if you ́ve never been in that kind of situation, it couldn ́t be talked, just felt in every single fiber to the greatest extent. The ground trembled due to the vibrations of each string and plate that pumped though the speakers, and that moment I knew what home would be like from that moment onwards, for a night I was everything I ever wanted to be and at the same time, nothing more than just a speck in the universe, it felt right and unlike anything else before that moment, I was more than just myself and myself was more than enough, I belonged and was pressed among the bodies of my people, air escaping my lungs and instead being filled up by the magic that floated around above our heads as I screamed straining my chords, leaving my voice behind and giving it all to the people on stage that unknowingly had voiced my deepest sorrows, screamed what I barely whispered inside my head, cared when no one else did and gave me the push I so needed to keep moving forward.

Pure bliss, that was it, my heart exploding with it.

I want a Netflix original series based on The Chronicles of Narnia that goes through the series start to finish with cameos from the old cast either reprising their roles or in bit roles. I tweeted Netflix about my idea and messaged them on Facebook, but since I’m a persistent little punk and don’t think I’m the only one who would want a series like this, I wonder if any of you would also tweet Netflix about the idea, or at least reblog this post so others can see it. The hope is that if enough people ask for it, maybe they’ll at least respond to the idea.

Fanfic writer: And publish! Finally got this story out now I can sleep. Hmm, maybe I should wait for a review.

Fanfic writer: *refreshes 2000 times.“

*20 minutes later*

Reviews: *1+ review*- Good story

Fanfic Writer: DEAR WHAT’S YOUR FACE YOU ARE THE GREATEST PERSON TO EVER BE BORN. I PERSONALLY THANK YOUR MOTHER FOR GIVING BIRTH FOR YOU. YOU ARE THE ONLY THING THAT GIVES ME LIFE.

Something politically or socially crappy: *happens*

Me: This would never happen in Narnia under the rule of King Peter the Magnificent, Queen Susan the Gentle, King Edmund the Just and Queen Lucy the Valiant or under Caspian X

Reblog if you think fanfiction is a legitimate form of creative writing.

The difference between the Narnia fandom and other fandoms

I just spent a little time going through all of my fandoms posts in social media and i just realized something which is actually really ironic.

I noticed that there is a specific area in which narnia fans stand out in comparison to fans of other fandoms.

Books such as the Divergent trilogy, the Hunger games trilogy, the Maze Runner, City of Bones and even Harry Potter are known for their saddening deaths of beloved fictional characters. All over the internet you can find posts where people get upset about Sirius Black’s death or about Finnicks and Prim Everdeen’s death (they also really terrify me) for example. People are complaining that their favourite characters in books always face a tragic end but this is exactly the point where Narnia fans react so differently:

In terms of characters that die throughout the book, the chronicles of narnia definitely takes the lead. The characters from all the seven books die except for only one person, Susan Pevensie. Some characters have died of old age while others face a tragic death. Peter, Edmund, Lucy, Jill and Eustace were young when they died in a train wreck. Outsiders may think that this is the controverse spot of our fandom but in truth we are not frustrated about everyone dying in the series.

We are only sad when we talk about Susan’s fate in the Chronicles of Narnia. It sounds really ironic but we are literally sad and terrified that Susan Pevensie got to live because now she is left alone by herself, living without her family. This is what truly makes everyone of the narnian fandom frustrated. We all wish that Susan would have died alongside her siblings but instead she had to cope with losing her whole family.

The Chronicles of Narnia is a series that doesn’t associate death with a saddening event. The last book shows us that living can be worse than being dead.