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December132013

ink-splotch:

There comes a point where Susan, who was the older girl, is lost to Narnia because she becomes interested in lipstick. She’s become irreligious basically because she found sex. I have a big problem with that.” - JK Rowling

Can we talk about Susan’s fabulous adventures after Narnia? The ones where she wears nylons and elegant blouses when she wants to, and short skirts and bright lipstick when she wants to, and hiking boots and tough jeans and big men’s plaid shirts when she feels like backpacking out into the mountains and remembering what it was to be lost in a world full of terrific beauty— I know her siblings say she stops talking about it, that Susan walks away from the memories of Narnia, but I don’t think she ever really forgot.

I want to read about Susan finishing out boarding school as a grown queen reigning from a teenaged girl’s body. School bullies and peer pressure from children and teachers who treat you like you’re less than sentient wouldn’t have the same impact. C’mon, Susan of the Horn, Susan who bested the DLF at archery, and rode a lion, and won wars, sitting in a school uniform with her eyebrows rising higher and higher as some old goon at the front of the room slams his fist on the lectern. 

Susan living through WW2, huddling with her siblings, a young adult (again), a fighting queen and champion marksman kept from the action, until she finally storms out against screaming parents’ wishes and volunteers as a nurse on the front. She keeps a knife or two hidden under her clothes because when it comes down to it, they called her Gentle, but sometimes loving means fighting for what you care for. 

She’ll apply to a women’s college on the East Coast, because she fell in love with America when her parents took her there before the war. She goes in majoring in Literature (her ability to decipher High Diction in historical texts is uncanny), but checks out every book she can on history, philosophy, political science. She sneaks into the boys’ school across town and borrows their books too. She was once responsible for a kingdom, roads and taxes and widows and crops and war. She grew from child to woman with that mantle of duty wrapped around her shoulders. Now, tossed here on this mundane land, forever forbidden from her true kingdom, Susan finds that she can give up Narnia but she cannot give up that responsibility. She looks around and thinks I could do this better.

I want Susan sneaking out to drink at pubs with the girls, her friends giggling at the boys checking them out from across the way, until Susan walks over (with her nylons, with her lipstick, with her sovereignty written out in whatever language she damn well pleases) and beats them all at pool. Susan studying for tests and bemoaning Aristotle and trading a boy with freckles all over his nose shooting lessons so that he will teach her calculus. Susan kissing boys and writing home to Lucy and kissing girls and helping smuggle birth control to the ladies in her dorm because Susan Pevensie is a queen and she understands the right of a woman to rule over her own body. 

Susan losing them all to a train crash, Edmund and Peter and Lucy, Jill and Eustace, and Lucy and Lucy and Lucy, who Susan’s always felt the most responsible for. Because this is a girl who breathes responsibility, the little mother to her three siblings until a wardrobe whisked them away and she became High Queen to a whole land, ruled it for more than a decade, then came back centuries later as a legend. What it must do to you, to be a legend in the body of a young girl, to have that weight on your shoulders and have a lion tell you that you have to let it go. What is must do to you, to be left alone to decide whether to bury your family in separate ceremonies, or all at once, the same way they died, all at once and without you. What it must do to you, to stand there in black, with your nylons, and your lipstick, and feel responsible for these people who you will never be able to explain yourself to and who you can never save. 

Maybe she dreams sometimes they made it back to Narnia after all. Peter is a king again. Lucy walks with Aslan and all the dryads dance. Maybe Susan dreams that she went with them— the train jerks, a bright light, a roar calling you home. 

Maybe she doesn’t. 

Susan grows older and grows up. Sometimes she hears Lucy’s horrified voice in her head, “Nylons? Lipstick, Susan? Who wants to grow up?”  and Susan thinks, “Well you never did, Luce.” Susan finishes her degree, stays in America (England looks too much like Narnia, too much like her siblings, and too little, all at once). She starts writing for the local paper under the pseudonym Frank Tumnus, because she wants to write about politics and social policy and be listened to, because the name would have made Edmund laugh. 

She writes as Susan Pevensie, too, about nylons and lipstick, how to give a winning smiles and throw parties, because she knows there is a kind of power there and she respects it. She won wars with war sometimes, in Narnia, but sometimes she stopped them before they began.

Peter had always looked disapprovingly on the care with which Susan applied her makeup back home in England, called it vanity. And even then, Susan would smile at him, say “I use what weapons I have at hand,” and not explain any more than that. The boy ruled at her side for more than a decade. He should know better. 

Vain is not the proper word. This is about power. But maybe Peter wouldn’t have liked the word “ambition” any more than “vanity.”

Susan is a young woman in the 50s and 60s. Frank Tumnus has quite the following now. He’s written a few books, controversial, incendiary. Susan gets wrapped up in the civil rights movement, because of course she would. It’s not her first war. All the same, she almost misses the White Witch. Greed is a cleaner villain than senseless hate. She gets on the Freedom Rider bus, mails Mr. Tumnus articles back home whenever there’s a chance, those rare occasions they’re not locked up or immediately threatened. She is older now than she ever was in Narnia. Susan dreams about Telemarines killing fauns. 

Time rolls on. Maybe she falls in love with a young activist or an old cynic. Maybe she doesn’t. Maybe Frank Tumnus, controversial in the moment, brilliant in retrospect, gets offered an honorary title from a prestigious university. She declines and publishes an editorial revealing her identity. Her paper fires her. Three others mail her job offers. 

When Vietnam rolls around, she protests in the streets. Susan understands the costs of war. She has lived through not just the brutal wars of one life, but two. 

Maybe she has children now. Maybe she tells them stories about a magical place and a magical lion, the stories Lucy and Edmund brought home about how if you sail long enough you reach the place where the seas fall off the edge of the world. But maybe she tells them about Cinderella instead, Sleeping Beauty, Rapunzel, except Rapunzel cuts off her own hair and uses it to climb down the tower and escape. The damsel uses what tools she has at hand. 

A lion told her to walk away, and she did. He forbade her magic, he forbade her her own kingdom, so she made her own. 

Susan Pevensie did not lose faith. She found it. 

(Source: ifallelseperished)

November82013

brashblacknonbeliever:

karnythia:

madamethursday:

thatspookyquiet:

ghoulfacers:

pepperspotterybarn:

fuckyeahcordyangel:

hopesichord:

itsinthetrees:

jamesjupiter:

Charisma Carpenter talks about getting fired from Angel. Thank you for sending me this link!

This is the interview I’ve been talking about for a while.  Everyone should watch this.

Will I always reblog this?  Of course I will always reblog this.  Will I ever get over how in a single horrible, unforgivable decision Joss ruined AtS, fandom perception of Cordelia Chase, Angel/Cordelia, and pretty much all of his credibility as a feminist?  Nope.  Poor CC.  :(  Every time I hear about this my heart breaks for this woman a little bit more. 

But she and Julie Benz are the best BFF ever.  They should do adorable chick flicks together.  I would totally watch that shit.

Must watch!  Charisma tells the truth of what really happened behind the scenes at AtS, her pregnancy, her strained relationship with Joss and how she was asked to come back for the 100th episode.  I’ve known for awhile, but I know some of you may not have known what happened.

Reblogging in case anyone is still under the illusion that a) Charisma Carpenter was fired for anything other than GETTING PREGNANT and b) that Joss Whedon was ever a real, actual feminist or even a friend to women. 

Seriously, though. I wish fans and people who want to defend Whedon would listen to her talk about that she was on both shows for a combined total of eight years. Charisma was 26/27 when BTVS started out. So by the time she got pregnant with her son, she was about 31/32. 

I mean, what’s she supposed to do? Keep waiting to have a baby and live her life until the show finally runs out of steam? What if it goes for another five years? 

Also, can we please keep in mind what actually happened here: this supposedly feminist man decided to damage the career of a woman who worked for him because she made a personal choice with her own body (ie - to have a baby) because that choice didn’t line up with what he wanted her to do in order to embody his vision of a female character. And not only did he do that, but he treated her like crap and even went back on his stated promises to her. 

All because it amounted to a woman not doing what he wanted so he could have the female character on his show be just the way he wanted.

In what world does that guy get called feminist? Oh yeah, this one. 

I just feel so bad for Charisma Carpenter. I do. Because she can never tell this story straight out. She has to be really, carefully diplomatic about it and make sure to say that everything’s fine now and she’s cool and Joss is still a great guy. There’s probably way more she’ll never tell or at least not for a long time to come. Because she still can’t afford to piss Joss Whedon off. 

Because this feminist guy will, in response to a woman doing something he doesn’t like, use his power to damage her career. 

So let’s just think about that, yeah?

October222013

bad-wolf-reborn:

lol basic edition v.1 

Welcome to the hunger dw 50th celebration games! the last person standing without having caused considerable damage to themselves or others wins! 

WHAT YOU’LL NEED 

  • An alcoholic drink (not too strong, children!) 
  • A very strong shot- i’d recommend Liquid Cocaine, The New York Way or something plainer, like After Five, Jager Bomb, Screaming Orgasm or a straight Tequila shot!
  • Details on how to contact your nearest health service- top tip! if you don’t live in a country with a free health care policy, then make sure to have enough money to pay for your care needs! 

RULES 

  • every time something/someone in a box appears, take a swig or your favourite alcoholic drink.
  • wait! that box has a star in it? well then, place that drink to one side, and take a shot instead- the stronger the better! 
  • if applicable (see the bingo card for details) take two shots! or more! who cares, it’ll be depressing as fuck anyway! 

(Source: badwolfreborn, via gallifreyburning)

11PM

Anonymous said: People always talk up Henrik Lundqvist's looks and admittedly lovely head of hair but all I can see is Chuck Norris ... a better-looking version, but still ...

subtlelikeseabrook:

Oh.

October172013

Hey Hawks fans! I’ve got an awesome message that I’m trying to get some attention for so any help spreading the word would be greatly appreciated! 

I work at a rock club called Bottom Lounge, it’s an official Blackhawks bar as well. For every home game we have FREE PARKING and a FREE SHUTTLE to the game. Yup, free. So stop wasting your $25 to park your car at the United Center and save it for drinks at the bar!

We also have Bobby Orr pinball!

(Source: midwestswingitright, via subtlelikeseabrook)

October112013

The Committed Indian

mylittleblackhawk:

do you wish you could enjoy my little blackhawk the old school way on paper? well…starting this weekend My Little Blackhawk will be a regular contributor in the game day rag The Committed Indian!  yah! you can get a print issue at every home game outside of gate 3 at the UC or you can get a digital subscription here http://thecommittedindian.com/ 

This is awesome, they are both my favorite Blackhawks-related things to read so go get it.

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