Anonymous asked: As much as I appreciate your awesomely imaginative extrapolation of Susan Pevensie's life, I feel it is completely at odds with Lewis's vision, in a way which saddens me. For someone who has such intimacy with the books you misunderstand the author entirely. :( all the same, it is creatively insightful.
You’re very right that my Susan essay did not reflect Lewis’s vision for that character. He depicts that vision very well himself, in the Chronicles. This essay wasn’t a discussion of Lewis’s goals, but rather something I would have liked to have read as a child.
The Narnia books hold a lot of messages that I enjoy and value. Peter as a call to responsibility, Edmund as a reminder of forgiveness, Lucy as a call to faith, Reepicheep as the fearless soul. But like any story, I can still enjoy it and wish for something different.
That‘s one of the beautiful things about a culture of fans and easy communication. Every person who reads it has a different vision.
When I read the books, I feel like Lucy, believing the world is bigger than it seems, that somewhere, somehow there’s a wardrobe that’s bigger on the inside. But I am Peter, too, who worries and watches over, who sometimes feels too old for wonder but nonetheless keeps looking for it. Edmund’s story is mine, too: I’ve eaten the Turkish Delight, made my own betrayals, and I’ve been forgiven by those who love me. I know the grace of all those stories and I love to read them.
But I am Susan, too, maybe Susan more than any of them. The big sister, the little mother, responsible and powerful and hesitant. I climb trees with Lucy on my mind, but I understand stepping into pencil skirts and nylons because you want to be listened to. I understand and deeply respect adjusting to the world you live in instead of clinging to one lost.
Lewis’s call to look for wonder in our mundane world and not just in the fantastic is a very solid message.
But the idea that a woman who dons lipstick and nylons—a woman who in the books never gets to explain her own story, but who is dismissively summed to us by young Jill—the idea that a woman who finds lipstick then cannot find anything else is a problem.
So I wrote a Susan who finds lipstick and nylons, who is feminine and fierce, and who finds glory and purpose and wonder in her own way. I didn’t write it for Lewis or his vision. I wrote it for me.
All worthy work is open to interpretations the author did not intend. Art isn’t your pet—it’s your kid. It grows up and talks back to you. -Joss Whedon
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David Bowie and Iggy Pop, 1970s
I think this just melted my brain.
Moments after this collision, they exchanged their insurance information and went their separate ways.
Photos taken on the days Matt Smith chose his 11th Doctor costume. Some pretty cool variations before finally deciding “bow-ties are cool”.
Bow ties will always be cool.
I love how, in the second and third pictures, he’s looking at the camera like “Are you freaking kidding me?”
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Wailing over that Steve/Tony bracelet.
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OH MY GOD FIVE HOW ADORABLE ARE YOU
are we not going to talk about how mad pimpin’ Tom looks in that coat
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This was an experiment to see if removing Justin Bieber from his “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” video would make it good to those who hate pop music.
The music used to replace the original is Dr. Steel’s “Build the Robots”
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aw shit get it wednesday
HA! I almost forgot to reblog this today
Every Wednesday from now on.
Its wednesday yo
this never comes on my dash at the right time anymore :( i think i went two weeks without it and now i’m reblogging it on a thursday
GOD DAMN YES FINALLY BLOGGED IT ON A WEDNESDAY