#Susan Winter

[awareness-and-healing]

What really destroys love? ❤️‍🩹

By Susan Winter

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[whenibecameaparentireadbooks]

Bear Behaviour

Copy Me, Copycub By Richard Edwards Illustrated by Susan Winter Frances Lincoln, 1999 We learn by imitating. Or so behaviourists would have us believe. We are blank slates – John Locke’s tabula rasa – that our parents and relatives, our friends and teachers can draw on and colour in. If we want to train someone to eat endless pancakes without vomiting, we can. In language teaching this idea…

[tuulikki]

Finished just in time for the solstice. A little unbalanced in composition because frankly I had just been fucking around and hadn’t planned to turn it into an official project. Oops.

From Susan Cooper’s poem, “The Shortest Day”:

[mallister]

We were robbed 😭🏳️‍🌈

[terpsikeraunos]

And so the Shortest Day came and the year died And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world Came people singing, dancing, To drive the dark away. They lighted candles in the winter trees; They hung their homes with evergreen; They burned beseeching fires all night long To keep the year alive. And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake They shouted, reveling. Through all the frosty ages you can hear them Echoing behind us—listen! All the long echoes, sing the same delight, This Shortest Day, As promise wakens in the sleeping land: They carol, feast, give thanks, And dearly love their friends, And hope for peace. And now so do we, here, now, This year and every year. Welcome Yule!

The Shortest Day, by Susan Cooper

[petaltexturedskies]

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980

[itberice]

Babylon 5 I 'Divided Loyalties'

[marlequinncos]

This past weekend, I was showing my friend my Marko jacket and explaining the different components. I was wondering aloud why these specific tapestries were picked for it and she goes “what if each one represents one of the other members of the Lost Boys?” It got me thinking, and it turns out that theory actually works.

The jacket is made up of five tapestries: two are the pinups, and the other three are velvet rugs, all from the same Italian company. The three velvet ones depict a peacock, a matador and a bull, and a leopard. 

Paul - The Peacock: The most obvious of the three. Like a peacock, Paul is loud, showy, and in-your-face. He spends most of his screen time in the movie strutting around, “peacocking” for everyone watching.

Dwayne - The Leopard: Dwayne's outfit has several leopard motifs in it, from the one painted on his jacket to his earring and necklace made of animal teeth and claws. He’s also the most physically intimidating of the boys, being the tallest and buffest. 

David - The Matador:  Matadors rule the ring, controlling the crowd, their assistants, and the animal they’re fighting. They’re a ringleader, like David. The way David lures Michael in is both strategic and theatrical, like a matador waving the red flag to encourage the bull to follow and charge when he desires. And in the end, how does David die? Impaled on horns, having miscalculated and gotten too close to a raging bull (Michael in this metaphor). 

Is this a stretch? Maybe. But costumes are an excellent way to silently convey character and tell stories. I think this set of headcanons is a really fun train of thought, and would explain why Marko chose those specific tapestries for his jacket.

[aenslem]

BABYLON 5 (1993–1998) ⤷ Midnight on the Firing Line

[pigeonneaux]

Russian winter

[girl26209]

Susan Eldridge for dsquared2 fw04 rtw

[awareness-and-healing]

Why Men Like Mean Girls- Relationship Advice for Women

By Susan Winter

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[unabashedllamamusic]

Love how when Sheridan asks her what she thinks of Talia, Susan gets flustered and can only reply with “interesting”. John clocks her crush so fucking fast I can hear his raised eyebrows calling her a dyke. This woman is down so bad.

[cloth-fabric]

susan fang - fw24

[bluejello]

incorrect babylon 5 quotes (3/?)

[godzilla-reads]

“The trees are leafless and the flowers have died, taking all colour with them. The days grow short, the nights cold, the skies a gloomy grey- but then, one dark winter’s day, the first snowflakes flicker down, and they fall and fall until the world is transformed, gleaming, silent, magical.”

—Susan Cooper in the Preface for “Winter: a Folio Anthology” edited by Sue Bradbury