flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
If you didn’t see the post that led to this, it’s here: https://neuroticowl.com/2013/04/02/and-now-im-thinking-about-the-vangogh-doctor-who-episode-again-and-now-i-has-a-sad/
Also, that implies you’re not following me, and clearly that is a sad and terrible decision on your part. Obviously you’re an awful person who gives polydactyl kittens heroin (thanks, Bloggess) and loves Turkish delight. Or you’re a totally great person who doesn’t want daily crap from me cluttering up your inbox. I’m going to say it’s about 50/50. Or you’re stupid, stupid Edmund. (C.S. Lewis’ Edmund – I’m not making value judgements about anyone else named Edmund, although I might judge your parents a little. Then again, my father wanted to name my brother Boris, so who am I to talk?)
So here you go – my personal ratings of which candies I would exchange the safety of which Pevensie children for. Honestly, I’m still not totally sure I shouldn’t have swapped Peter and Susan. I like/am irritated by them about equally, so I decided to put hos before bros, as the saying goes. And yes, I am implying that Susan is kind of a whore. In fact, that’s what put her over the edge into the better candy bracket.
Feel free to disagree/make your own candy choices/tell me I’m an idiot in the comments. Or just complain that now I’ve made you want macarons.