#grown up hogarth

[puba24]

Some ideas of grown up Hogarth in Gravity Falls :3

#Hogarth in Gravity Falls #grown up hogarth #the iron giant #gravity falls #hogarth hughes #mabel #dipper #grunkle stan #soos ramirez #wendy #art #artists on tumblr #concept

[dapper-lil-arts]

Finaly finished watching MLP friendship is magic, the final season

Here's a couple of my few spoilery thoughts and reactions:

- when i saw that discord was hogarth my first thought was immediately "oh, thats kinda cute, since he was a redeemed villan, hes trying to teach some of the irredeemable ones about the power of friendship in their own way!" But NOPE! LMAO! hes just a fucking moron that just wanted to give twilight a final boss battle. my god. He keeps fucking up - So glad that they beat the crap out of Cozy glow, that was really funny. fuck them kids - All of the designs of the older mane 6 i very much liked! Exept twilight, i thought it was weird that they copy pasted celestia's lanky body on her (also spike looks WEIRD. but still better than gen 5 spike) - I was watching this all with my gf. When i saw older Applejack and Rainbow dash together with very loosely implied romance i instinctively muttered "i want to kms" It just. instinctively came out of me. Sorry Appledash shippers - I always knew Rarity would be a hot old woman but goddamn im so glad to be proven right. She'd serve cunt all the way to the grave - Brief chaos god pinkie was funny; i thought that was just smth from the comics! I'm already planning on putting that on a fanfic in the future either way heh. - Chrysalis's whole fit was very fun. As always, best villan purely by presentation (ty megamind) - I cant believe starlight glimmer is the one that got like. one of the few actually good fight scenes in the show, against chrysalis. She even did a couple of quips. My god that feels weird. I miss sunset so much. - I cant believe that all we get from Sunset shimmer on FIM is just. a brief, insignificant cameo on that rly awesome cute song in the end, one where she's getting mike-wazowski'd by twilight. Holy shit sunset stans stay losing forever, my god its a sad life for us

no grown up flurryheart 🥺 🥺

For some reason i thought there'd be a war or something? in my head i had heard there was a war on the finale of MLP which i always thought sounds goofy as hell. Glad it wasn't, but otherwise its not like the finale impressed me that much. I mostly cant stop thinking about how sad it is for twilight to rule alone, almost. Like, her friends will age... No alicorn wife................................................

Oh well. either way, cute finale. I'm glad i sat through all the show. It has definitely done some irreperable damage to my psyche at this point, as you can most definitely tell. Haha can't wait for there to be another generation amirite :)

No alicorn wife. Ugh. We Sunset Shimmer stans stay losing....

#writing stuff #it has been a trip. #dw im not that mad about the wife thing. i know the show aint really gay #its mostly our beloved interpretations... #oh well. #there is more to seek. so go forth and seek it #spoilers #btw tagging this as spoilers cause a couple of mutuals are still watching #what a weird year this was

[spaceypeachbun]

As A Star Might Be

Hogarth stood in a dipped trench where the grass hadn't grown as long, shaded from sunlight during the day at most angles save what could creep like long golden fingers through the trees.

He didn't really need to make such a big deal of collecting his arrows; it's not like he couldn't make or obtain more, or that he didn't have a supply of them to sustain leaving one plunged in some wealthy, beastly man's chest. Collecting them while the bodies were looted felt right, though. It seemed like a ritual, and Hogarth Hanamura was a man of ritual and routine, of clean lines and order.

This did make the ordeal of loving Simon Templar chaotic from time to time. He was flighty, even a bit flaky should he choose to be cruel (which he never would to his Saint, dearest thing), and tended to live his life as a kite on the wind of his own ever changing whims. Constantly he searched for balms to his burdens of boredom. Tonight the balm made a few rich socialites pockets lighter and their bodies relieved of a deal of their blood.

Hogarth had shot the arrow that'd spooked the horse, stopping it long enough to allow Mr. Saint and Roger to assist with their business while Hogarth remained at a feasible distance to loose arrows into bodies. One day he hoped to shoot someone's purse off their hip.

For now, he collected arrows, plucking one from a cavernous chest with noisy, visceral protest from the body it'd found a home in.

The blood bothered him as most wet messes did, so he wiped it on the patchy grass in an ineffective attempt to clean a bit more off. He liked the dark of this trench; it felt safe, like the world had bowed lower just for him.

Or maybe, he thought as he looked up at the most beautiful man he'd ever see and could ever hope to, the world bent under his feet so that he could see The Saint as he was here, against the moonlit sky as a star might be.

His ear cuff glittered with sapphires and rubies, sparkling and dancing over his cheekbone. Around his neck was some manner of choker, though it was obscured from this angle by his twinkling cape.

Though he couldn't hear him clearly, he could tell from the muffled patter of his voice that he was saying something to Roger that glittered as much as the rest of him. Lips that always knew just how firmly someone needed to be kissed pulled into a smile over pearly teeth, and Hogarth assumed he must have been amused by his own commentary, regardless of what that might have been. Even his silhouette, the shape of his nose, the curve of his chin as it dove swanlike to become his neck and Adam's apple, the arch of his eyebrows, was shaped as if cut from the cloth of the night sky.

The moon rested behind his head; a halo to bathe him in a basking white glow. Rays bounced from behind Simon Templar's celestial body but died out just shy of Hogarth's trench. Bows back in their quiver and a pocket of coins pilfered from a man currently suffering from death, he couldn't will himself to get any closer to the man in the moon. He wanted to observe him from afar, an astronomer lost in his studies, making maps of the constellation in his ear cuff.

How far away he felt there. How untouchable that silhouette that seemed to tease Roger was then. At least, that was, until he turned around, shoulders and head twisting to look right at him. He must have known (Simon always knows) that he was staring, because the look of amusement changed but did not lessen in wattage as he uttered something surely beautiful toward him. He thought he heard 'coelacanth' in there.

As he walked closer, nearer to the edge of the deep trench where Hogarth had planted himself, his shape in perspective got larger and blocked out the moon, leaving the beams nowhere to go but warm and bright into his own fluttering chest.

#he doesnt look a thing like jesus (but he talks like a gentleman) -- simon and hogarth #ive got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots (hogarth hanamura) #writings

[forgottenfriendshiprpg]

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[nofolllowing]

004.

Physical characteristics.

giant is, in fact, 50 feet tall (15.24 meters). 3 full grown adults can fit comfortably in the palm of his hand. he constantly offers people he likes a hand on the ground, so they can climb up and see the world from his height. when someone does clamber onto his hand, he'll curl up his fingers slightly, so they have something to grab onto so they can steady themselves.

his default position when standing is resting his hands on his hip struts. when sitting, he sits criss-cross applesauce.

his hands have four fingers- three regular, and one opposable thumb. when hogarth pointed it out for the first time, giant marveled at their differences for weeks.

it takes him hundreds of years to figure out how to regulate his 'diet'. he will always be a metallivore, and when he first wakes up, his appetite is all over the place. since he's first learning how to be sentient around humans, he thinks he needs to eat three times a day, with snacks in between. it's only once hogarth and his family are long gone that giant's appetite finally levels out. he can go up to an earth decade without eating before he has to hibernate to conserve energy.

#♔ » ooc. #♚ » the violence it takes to become this gentle. ( headcanons )

[dprsdprs]

I was listening to Paul Simon’s Hearts and Bones album recently, for the first time in many years – the first time, really, since I was a young teenager. I bought it when it came out in 1983 and listened to it over and over. But hearing it again, and particularly listening to the title track, I was struck by a question: how did I take this back then? What did it mean to me, and why did it mean so much?

So: the title song is a beautifully worn-down response to a relationship at its end, a mix of nostalgic glimpses of happier times and a weary, bruised sense of life in the aftermath of some cathartic break-up. Listening to it as a young teenager, still a virgin and almost wholly inexperienced in such emotions, I wonder if I didn’t think this is how I want to feel. I wanted the happiness, but in a retrospective way (because then it’s done and dusted and safe); and I wanted the melancholy because it just seemed so grown-up and sophisticated and suave. I wanted, as an old joke has it, to skip the marriage and go straight to the divorce. After all – and I am hardly the first person to point this out – there is a complex sort of joy in sadness.

But can this be right? Surely what people want is to be happy. Whole philosophies (I’m looking at you, utilitarianism) rest on the premise that more happiness is always and everywhere a good thing. There is a Global Happiness Index, measuring how happy people are (Denmark tops the league). Bhutan even has a Gross National Happiness Commission, with the power to review government policy decisions and allocate resources.

It’s good to be happy sometimes, of course. Yet the strange truth is that we don’t wish to be happy all the time. If we did, more of us would be happy – it’s not as if we in the affluent West lack tools or means to gratify ourselves. Sometimes we are sad because we have cause, and sometimes we are sad because – consciously or unconsciously – we want to be. Perhaps there’s a sense in which emotional variety is better than monotony, even if the monotone is a happy one. But there’s more to it than that, I think. We value sadness in ways that make happiness look a bit simple-minded. Sadness inspires great art in a way that grinningly eating ice cream in your underpants cannot. In his essay ‘Atrabilious Reflections upon Melancholy’ (1823), Hartley Coleridge (son of Samuel Taylor) praised melancholy as a more refined state of mind than happiness. ‘Melancholy can scarce exist in an undegraded spirit – it cannot exist in a mere animal’ is how he put it:Melancholy is the only Muse. She is Thalia and Melpomene. She inspired Milton and Michael Angelo, and Swift and Hogarth. All men of genius are melancholy – and none more so than those whose genius is comic. Men (those I mean who are not mere animals) may be divided, according to the kind of their melancholy, into three great classes. Those who seek for the infinite, in contradistinction to the finite – those who seek for the infinite in the finite – and those who seek to degrade the finite by a comparison with the infinite. The first class comprehends philosophers and religionists; the second, poets, lovers, conquerors, misers, stockjobbers, & c.; and the third comprises satirists, comedians, jokers of all kinds, man-haters, and womanhaters, Epicures, and bon-vivants in general.Melancholy, Coleridge is arguing, is more dignified than happiness. I suspect this is a sense that most people have – that joy is, at root, a kind of idiot pleasure, the idiom of the lobotomy, a balloon just waiting to be popped. Sorrow is somehow more grown-up, because less illusioned. It feels more sincere, more authentic. As she prepared to write Adam Bede (1859), George Eliot copied the following from Thomas Carlyle’s Life of Oliver Cromwell into her notebook: ‘The quantity of sorrow he has, does it not mean withal the quantity of sympathy he has, the quantity of faculty and victory he shall yet have? Our sorrow is the inverted image of our nobleness.’Because it has some of the colouring of nobility, sadness is also, perhaps, more beautiful than happiness. Philip Larkin’s ‘Money’ (1973) ends:I listen to money singing. It’s like looking down From long French windows at a provincial town, The slums, the canal, the churches ornate and mad In the evening sun. It is intensely sad.It Is Intensely Sad would be a pretty good title for a study of Larkin’s verse as a whole. Of course, one reaction to this poem would be to say: ‘Wait just a minute, Phil: you don’t actually mean “it is intensely sad”. You mean “I am intensely sad”. The street, the church, the whole provincial town is doing just fine, thank you, and has no responsibility for your mournfulness, looking down from your long French windows.’ Such a reaction would not diminish Larkin’s achievement, either, for this is indeed the whole point of his poetry: to write, not about the slums, the canal or the church, but about the elegance of melancholy.Why on earth should melancholy be elegant – or attractive in any other way? On the face of it, it ought to be precisely the sort of thing that evolution breeds out of the race, a prime target for sexual deselection. What female would want to mate with a miserable partner when she could have a happy, smiling one instead? Put like that, of course, the question looks a little ridiculous; as if we’d really prefer to pair off with SpongeBob SquarePants instead of Morrissey. But why? Why would you rather spend time with the latter than the former?If depression is a foul miasma wreathing the brain, elegant sadness is more like a peacock’s tail, coloured in blue-gentian and rich marine greensIt was Charles Darwin, in The Expression of the Emotions in Man and Animals (1872), who noted that sadness manifested the same way in all cultures. For something so ubiquitous, it is tempting to venture an evolutionary explanation. Alas, the anthropological and evolutionary work in this area has focused almost entirely upon depression, which is not quite what we are talking about here. I can tell you with rather grim authority that the difference between elegant ennui and the black dog is like the difference between pleasant intoxication and typhus. Many evolutionary theories have been proposed for depression’s adaptive value, but no one has, so far as I am aware, tried to claim that it is enjoyable.If depression is a foul miasma wreathing the brain, elegant sadness is more like a peacock’s tail, coloured in blue-gentian and rich marine greens. Is it also universal? To this question, anthropology offers no definitive answer. Yet the condition certainly manifests itself in a suggestive array of cultures. It is the sadness to which the Japanese phrase mono no aware gestures (物の哀れ, literally ‘the beautiful sorrow of things’). It is the haunted simplicity of those musical traditions that spread from Africa into the New World as the Blues. It’s the mixture of strength, energy, pity and melancholy that Claude Lévi-Strauss found in Brazil, encapsulated in the title of his book about his travels there Tristes Tropiques (1955). It’s the insight of Vergil’s Aeneas, as he looks back over his troubled life and forward to troubles yet to some: sunt lacrimae rerum; there are tears in everything, said not mournfully nor hopelessly but as a paradoxical statement about the beauty of the world (Aeneid 1:462).It would be possible, of course, to construct a ‘cost benefit analysis’ of the sorts of sadness I am describing here. We might suggest that it is a signal that the individual in question has the strength, leisure and sensitivity to indulge in being sad. Saying so invokes what evolutionary scientists call ‘the handicap principle’, a hypothesis first framed by the Israeli evolutionary biologist Amotz Zahavi in 1975. The idea is that extravagant traits such as the highland deer’s massive antlers or the peacock’s tail are useful because they are so ostentatiously expensive, manifestly inconveniencing the owner. They are a way of saying: I’m so strong, my genes are so desirable, that I can afford to schlep about with this manifest – and, by the way, beautiful – disadvantage attached to my body.Sadness, according to this model, is a kind of conspicuous consumption. It takes more muscles to frown than smile, and maybe that’s the point. It signals ones capacity to squander a resource precisely by squandering it. Any fool can live and be happy. It takes greater strength to live and be sad.All the same, this analysis loses the most important aspect of this emotion; not that it costs, but that it is beautiful. Happy can be pretty, but some species of sad have access to beauties that happy can never know.

#Adam Robertsis a professor of English literature at Royal Holloway University and a science fiction author. His latest book is Twenty Trilli

[maxellminidisc]

Is it just me ooooor....

#like he looks like a grown up hogarth #i think about it every time i watch this movie lol #cant believe kendra's in love with glowed up Hogarth....

[c0s-lettuce]

please be careful - danny rand x reader

gender neutral, romantic or platonic

a/n: there aren't enough danny rand fics. pretty boy deserves better. this fic was based on the first few episodes of season 1. i hope you enjoy :)

word count: 925

You knew about the Hand. Only a little bit from your time in Hell's Kitchen. You moved back home to Brooklyn to get away from that. Yes, it meant saying goodbye to friends, but it was all in the hopes to regain a tiny ounce of normality.

You had landed yourself a good job and a pretty nice apartment. And you were living life day by day. That was until a homeless man showed up at your work and claimed to be your dead childhood best friend.

Yeah, so much for normality.

"It's me," he had said, "it's Danny."

You didn't reply. You just stared.

"We would hang out all the time after you got back from school." he continued, "Remember that one time we went a street over to the ice cream truck? You got a chocolate-covered ice cream. I got one with sprinkles. We asked for an extra cone and tried to mix our ice creams together to see what it would taste like."

He paused for a second to catch his breath. You remained silent.

Then he went on, "But it didn't work. My ice cream ended up on the floor, so you just gave me yours. Remember?"

Danny looked at you with hopeful eyes. You must've looked ridiculous. Frozen in shock, speechless, eyes threatening to spill with tears.

But then you had an idea. You walked towards 'Danny' and held your hand up. He looked confused but only a second later raised his own hand to yours.

And there the two of you stood, performing your secret handshake as if the fifteen years had never passed.

You didn't wait another millisecond to pull him into a hug. As he returned the sentiment, you managed to whisper, "I thought you were dead."

"I know, I'm sorry." he replied, "I've been away."

--------

Your ringtone woke you late at night. Peering at your phone, you saw the name 'Danny' in bright, white letters.

You let out an unceremonious groan and picked up, "Hey Danny. What's up?"

"I'm so sorry, did I wake you?" he was quick to reply.

"No, no," you lied, "you didn't, I was... reading."

"I'm sorry for calling so late. I'm just,” he took a breath, “having trouble settling back in, I guess?"

You sat up, "Hey, that's completely understandable."

"I was wondering if you could come over."

"Oh yeah, of course, just message me your address." you scrambled out of bed.

"Thank you."

The trip was short. Danny was staying in a very fancy suite that Jeri Hogarth organised for him. As soon as he answered the door, he pulled you into a hug and thanked you for coming.

The two of you let go of each other. As Danny led you to the lounge, you noticed blankets on the floor by one of the massive windows.

"Have you been sleeping on the floor?" you asked.

"Uh yeah, I'm just not used to the mattress. Felt like I was going to sink into it," he told you.

You nodded. Danny had briefly told you about living in K'un-Lun. After the New York incident and what you had seen in Hell's Kitchen, you didn't doubt him. Not completely.

The two of you sat down. Danny began to tell you what was troubling him, all the while you were doing your best to comfort him. He told you about how much everything had changed. And how he felt like he was a complete stranger in a city he once called home.

"My whole life in K'un-Lun was spent training to becoming a living weapon. To eventually destroy the Hand and-"

"Wait, wait, wait, the Hand?" you interrupted.

"Yes," Danny said, "I'm the Iron Fist, sworn enemy of the Hand? Do you know about them?"

"A bit... a while ago, I was at Metro-General Hospital visiting a friend. Then these ninjas came out of nowhere. It was a mess. I was lucky to get out of there-"

"The Hand is here? In New York?"

"I guess, yeah? I don't really know about them..."

Danny paused for a second and turned to face the window, "So I am supposed to be here."

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And that brings you to now, in the Chikara Dojo. There's a dying man in the owner, Colleen's, bed. Claire, whom you met before in Hell's Kitchen, is trying to keep him alive. And Danny is talking about going to challenge the Hand.

You watch from the door as Danny performs Tai Chi in the dojo. You take a moment to think. How this ten-year-old boy you once knew has grown into a man. How this grown man is now a master at Kung Fu. How he wants to challenge the Hand.

"You're worried," Danny states, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You exhale and lean against the door frame, Danny still facing away from you. "Of course I am."

"I'm not going to get hurt, I promise," he replies.

You scoff and mutter, "That's one hell of a promise..."

"I have a vision of total victory and nothing else. It's the reason I've gotten this far. Defeat has no place in my mind."

"Danny, seriously," you walk up to face him, "I've seen what the Hand can do. I mean, what if they kill you?"

"That's not going to happen." Danny places his hands on your shoulders and looks at you with a sincerity you've never seen before.

Silence falls between the two of you. You take this opportunity to embrace him again.

"Please, be careful," you say.

"I will, I promise."

➸

#marvel #iron fist #danny rand #danny rand x reader #danny rand x you #the defenders #marvel x reader #iron fist x reader #defenders #defenders x reader #mcu

[finalgirlincollege]

A Grown-up in Children’s Clothes. Analyzing Nancy Thompson

Pt.1 The Child

With the catchy song “One, two, Freddy’s coming for you…” It’s clear the importance of childlike imagery in the setting and developments of the Nightmare on Elm Street franchise. And yet, as he swore revenge on the sons and daughters of the parents that killed him, he seems to target mainly teenagers, and yet, his nickname “the child murdered”, still rings true as his Final Girls dance between infancy and adolescence, reminding us that like other films of this kind, Nightmare on Elm Street seem to function as a coming of age story as we follow Nancy Thompson from child to teen to grown up before her death to give way to her successor.

For most of human history, children used to be viewed as small adults until the Age of Enlightenment, when studies about infancy began to be conduced, concluding on the necessity of adapting everyday things like clothes—that up to that point were basically small versions of what was expected to be words by women and men—to designs that could be appropriate for kids to use and that would aid—or at least not restrain their development. As such, fashions specially made for children began being produced, albeit, their adoption was a slow process.

William Hogarth, The Graham Children, 1742.

Nevertheless, as we can attest today by the amount of clothes produced specifically for babies, toddlers and kids, the idea stuck and just like with fashion produced for adults, dresses for kids have certain colors, prints and shapes that had been codified to be equated with infancy. Furthermore, and although binary conceptions of dress are being questioned today, certain colors and themes have been accepted as female while other are thought as a synonym for boys.

Touching further on the imposed dichotomy of girl/boy, unlike the body that has gone through sexual maturation, babies and kids are in a way androgynous, which—combined with society’s apparent repulsion of ambiguity, resulted in a necessity of displaying a child’s gender and sex (that are seen as the same) that got so ingrained in modern western culture that began being seen as natural and therefore unquestionable and as such, today the color pink is associated with girls while blue is seen as a boyish color, [1] and it is with this two colors that Nancy Thompson’s wardrobe is mainly painted.

As she’s introduced to us, we first see Nancy wearing a jacket with both pink and blue stripes, as if to present her on a neutral ground, nor girl not boy—undefined. Yet, as the movie progresses, through her ten different outfits, Nancy slowly goes from manly pink clothes or a combination of both colors,[2] to abandoning it after the first 50 minutes of the film in preference of blues.

Wes Crave, Nightmare on Elm Street, 1984

Just like I mentioned on a previous post, authors like Carol Clover consider that there is a necessary masculinization the protagonist female character needs to go through for her to become the Final Girl (FG), this is mainly related to the idea that men are the biggest part of horror movie audiences and so they have to make a female character they are able to relate to. (Clover, 1987)

And while others like Sarah Trencansky consider the active role of the FG as a subversion of feminine stereotypes (Trencansky, 2010), an idea that I think has some validity and need to be explore further, I think that there’s undeniable proof that in Nightmare on Elm Street, femininity is being rejected and continues to be seen as a weakness; which in turn is something that the protagonist needs to get rid off in order to survive, like Nancy does when slowly transitioning from pink to blue clothes, as she moves from the passive role of a potential victim to the active one of the FG.

Wes Craven, Nightmare on Elm Street, 1984

On the other hand, just like studies about infancy are relatively new when you consider the thousands of years of human history, the idea of adolescence was non existent until the 20th century, and until today, teens are still viewed as nor here not there; they have outgrown childish problems and situations but are still not independent; they are not blindly following what their parents or other adults says and yet, they are still uncertain of who they are. In sum, they are an in-between.

Actively discovering and forming themselves through this phase, teens start experimenting with topics that are usually deemed for grown-ups, like sex and alcohol, slowly breaking the innocence that is associated with infancy, and deriving into the stereotype of the rebel and promiscuous teen that I’ll exemplify with Tina, who in the minutes she’s on screen is visibly showing more skin than Nancy by donning a tied shirt and shorts or the same shirt now untied, barely covering her hips after having had sex, a contrast with our protagonist who refuses to have intimacy with her boyfriend, going as far as having him sleep on the couch.

Wes Crave, Nightmare on Elm Street, 1984

And though in this same scene Nancy is too with her legs uncovered, her upper garment consists on a pink sleeping gown with a sports theme that’s longer than Tina’s shirt, she reminds us through the selected color and the theme of her pajama that she’s still a (female) child and therefore removing the sexual connotation of her naked legs, for “Infancy and childhood have been represented as the cultural site of such ‘positive’ virtues as innocence, transparency, and a ‘pure’ and wonderful curiosity not yet informed by sexuality.” (Sobchack, 2015, p.176)

Meanwhile, Tina is not only less covered with a t-shirt that leaves her underwear clearly exposed at the time of her death, but through that same white shirt with pink striped much more subtle than those of Nancy in the previous outfit, she is letting us know she doesn’t need to visually scream her gender/sex through her clothes like the FG does with her pink nightgown, because Tina is already a woman and therefore has completed sexual maturation and now her womanlyness is shown through her own body. Furthermore—even though the shirt seems to be hers, she brings to mind the image of the woman covering herself with her male partner’s shirt, once more telling us that she’s not longer an innocent child but a sexually active woman that reminds us of what Barbara Creed called “The Monstrous-Femenine” (Creed, 1986), and as such, she must be punished as a way to mitigate the male fear. (Mulvey, 1975) [3]

But, Nancy is not a child, she’s a teenager.

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[1] It’s interesting to remember that a hundred years ago this notion was the complete opposite, the pink was seen as a color for boys because it was considered as tamer version of red, while blue was thoughts to be more appropriate for girls.

[2] I just want to briefly address Nancy’s third outfit, the sweatshirt she’s using when she’s at the police station after Tina’s death. From the couple of times I’ve seen this specific piece recently, I realized that in some screens the color resembles blue while in others is more akin to purple, which based on the selection of her clothes, I think might be a conscious decision, for purple is the result of mixing red (pink) and blue therefore be another representation of the still undefined character that she is that still hasn’t developed.

[3] Both Barbara Creed and Laura Mulvey talk about the way women are portrayed in media (Mulvey talking more specifically about cinema). They explain that in a patriarchal society, a woman and all the things that are related to her like traditional femininity are viewed as a danger to the maintenance of that said patriarchal structure and therefore is feared or hated. Those ideas are shown in the media that’s produced through what Mulvey calls the “male gaze”.

References:

Barbara Creed, “Horror and the Monstrous-Femenine”

Carol Clover, “Her Body, Himself”

Laura Mulvey, ”Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema”

Sarah Trencansky, “Final Girls and Terrible Youth: Transgression in 1980s Slasher Horror”

Vivian Sobchack, “Bringing It All Back Home: Family Economics and Generic Exchange”

#final girl #slashers #horror #horror movies #slasher #fashion #nightmare on elm street #nancy thompson #freddy krueger #fashion analysis #movie analysis #Final Girl Analizes #Final Girl in College #male gaze #clothes #clothing #costume design #Part 1 #Fashion in film #children in film #Infancy #teenagers #adolescence #Femininity #wes craven #History #fashion history #historian

[happyanarchist]

So I’m looking at this mound of 100% pure linen that I’m about to turn into a whole-ass Byron-meets-Hogarth-at-an-SCA-bacchanal wardrobe, something I’ve wanted since I was eleven but have never simultaneously had the money and the sewing skills to do. And it’s giving me flashbacks to being eleven. Specifically, being eleven in the naughties, when fashion forgot natural fibres. Everything was synthetic, and bright, and skin-tight or structured or fucking itchy. And there I was, a ball of anxiety and sensory issues who broke down crying after five minutes in our rural town’s single mall, which pissed my mother off to no end because she liked shopping and couldn’t understand why I hated it. 

Add to this, growing up evangelical in a time when lingerie as outerwear was trendy, and having anime fanservice boobs (thank you, puberty and BPAs!) with a mother who couldn’t comprehend actually needing a bra, let alone needing a bra that came in a size that wasn’t stocked by our rural town’s single mall. My wardrobe consisted of: 

One pair of ultra-low-rise jeans I’d stolen from my cousin that had to be hiked back up every third step.

One pair denim cargo shorts from the boy’s section that I wasn’t allowed to wear to anyplace we might know people.

T-shirt stolen from my father, ditto.

T-shirt stolen from my brother, ditto.

T-shirt stolen from my cousin, double ditto.

‘Nice’ shirts, bought from the sort of catalogue that caters to elderly shut-ins, bearable so long as I wasn’t expected to move or speak while wearing them.

Aggressively gendered church clothing, ditto.

Under-engineered bra, two sizes too big in the band and four too small in the cups, in ace bandage beige, to which the first boy who ever saw it in person said, ‘ugh.’

Costco value-pack underpants.

And, like, at this point it isn’t really a matter of whether grown-up me needs, or deserves, to screw around with and maybe ruin a whole bunch of discount natural fabric in solid jewel tones. Because eleven-year-old me is still knocking around in here somewhere, and hot damn, do they need it.

#building a better binder #lets make stays they said #it will be fun they said

[jemfisch]

⌠ MASON GOODING, 21, CISMALE, HE/HIM ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, JEREMY “JEM” FISCHMAN II! according to their records, they’re a SECOND YEAR year, specializing in ADVANCED ENCRYPTION & “MACGUYVER” SURVIVAL SKILLS AND NAVIGATION; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (old hip hop blaring from headphones, a broken crtv with the cords ripped out and repurposed, the smell of spray paint graffiti, brightly colored shirts with 80s patterns). when it’s the (cancer)’s birthday on 06/23/99, they always request their ICE CREAM SANDWICHES from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation. ⌿ kati, 24, she/her, est ⍀ @gallagherintro

STATS / PINTEREST / CONNECTIONS / CLASSES

INSPIRATION

fox mulder (the x files)

hogarth hughes (the iron giant)

will turner (pirates of the carribean)

robin hood

george weasley (harry potter)

aladdin

spike spiegel (cowboy bebop)

mark watney (the martian)

BACKGROUND + CLICK FOR BIO

his parents were high school sweethearts and married just before they attended college at harvard together, securing careers at the kennedy space center. 

jeremy fischman sr dies under mysterious circumstances in a lab accident and ellen is twenty-eight and left alone to raise baby jem. things only go downhill from here. jeremy was the love of her life and she becomes obsessed with his disappearance and all kinds of conspiracy theories, blows a bunch of her money. it doesn’t take long for her to be fired, savings blown on expensive equipment or sunk into internet hoaxes

they move to a rough neighborhood in gainesville where jem grows up. he likes jem, not jeremy, jeremy is his father. he’s never experienced the perfect life his parents used to live, the white picket fence, the shiny space shuttles. he’s only got this, and honestly, he doesn’t hate it. 

the neighborhood’s rough, but there’s a lot of fun characters, and his mom is practically his best friend – aside from his next-door neighbor, NOAH WARD.

jem’s mom does odd hacking jobs from the comfort of their home. some of them are shadier than others, she makes connections with a lot of private investigators in town and looks into people’s cheating husbands and tracks down birth parents and missing people. she does pro bono work too, a kindhearted woman, she can never say no to those in need, even if she’s not so fortunate herself. as jem gets older, he learns everything that he knows from her

every summer vacation growing up, jem and his mom would pack their bags and make home in a camper van, traveling across the country. in some ways, this was great mother-son bonding, but this wasn’t why they did it. his mom never gave up looking for the truth about her husband,  but hacking into secure, top-secret government databases is nothing like hacking into the gainesville city hall, it’s hard work, and they travel around the country methodically so that their signal cannot be traced. every summer they get close, but never close enough.

when noah moves away for college, jem stays home. he’s not comfortable leaving his mom. 

he keeps up with hacking jobs and keeping up with looking for his dad on the side. he doesn’t think they’ll ever find him, his mom holds out hope but jem is eighteen years old and a bit more jaded now, he figures the guy’s just really dead and well, the conspiracy of it all matters less and less when he knows that either way, he’s still grown up without him. 

a lot of jem’s social life is online, whether it’s friends from hacking forums or via soundcloud.

when he’s not hacking, he’s making music. his passions of technology and music mix and he creates his own beats and soundcloud, mashing together songs, and even putting together a popular meme track or two used on tiktok. 

it’s actually a bit lucrative, but that’s not why he does it. doesn’t even really use his name, catch him on soundcloud…username? uncutjems.

every time he and his mom get close to finding his dad, there’s just more to do, and it’s almost like someone KNOWS what they’re doing. 

jem’s right about that – he is being watched. since noah’s admission to gallagher, recruiters have been aware of the boy who taught her everything she knew. 

when gallagher makes the choice to start allowing male students, an agent shows up at his door offering him a once in a lifetime chance at a free education. 

jem doesn’t have any strong ambition to go into espionage, per say, but he won’t say no to advanced classes taught by some of the world’s brightest minds – and a chance to reunite with his best friend. however, he hasn’t stopped trying to get into the government’s records and still has ambitions of going into music production.

PERSONALITY. 

INTUITIVE. jem has a natural intuition about things and he trusts himself and his own opinions about things. i suppose you could perceive this as confidence, but honestly he’s just really SMART, good at absorbing facts even subconsciously and putting things together about people or situations. in a sense, he has a habit of being correct – he definitely comes off as intelligent, even though his grades in school have never been very good. he just has different priorities. 

LOYAL. make a friend out of jem and you have a friend for life, he’ll take your secrets to the grade and he’s pretty trustworthy. he’s the type of guy that gets along with pretty much everyone but he has a few select, close friends because he is somewhat intentional about the company that he keeps. he’s friendly and kind, but he keeps his inner circle of people he trusts close and somewhat exclusive. 

PROTECTIVE. kind of has papa bear energy, you know ? maybe the dad friend of your friend group, but in a laid back way, he might not seem like he’s the type to spring into action but call someone close to him a rude name and you’ll see his fist coming at your face. he’s protective but not possessive, i guess is how i would describe it, but i think he gives pretty good advice as well because he’s really hoping the best for ppl. 

MALINGERING. jem is kind of a SLACKER! at least, that’s what teachers have called him in the past, he simply does not dream of labor. he’s just kind of doing his own thing, will fake sick to skip a class, whatever else, even though he likes producing music he doesn’t really have a great ambition for anything, spy or otherwise. as long as he has a good computer setup, then he’s fucking chilling. 

MOODY. he’s laid back to the umpteenth degree when it comes to work or obligations, but he does have sort of mood swings, i guess he’s the sort of person that you would describe as grumpy at times ? definitely NOT a morning person and when he’s in an off mood, he can be hard to interact with or snap out of. 

DISORGANIZED. the sort of person to throw his stuff across the bed or leave piles of clothes on the floor to deal with later, maybe he’s not your favorite roommate for this reason. he has a habit of losing things that he just set down or whatever, things like that. 

HEADCANONS.

tbh you can think of him like...beca in pitch perfect ! he’s here bc he was offered a free education and he’s cool with that, but he’d rather be pursuing a future in music. a damn good hacker, though, and the gallagher recruiters are hoping that with some ‘ambition’ he’ll want to work for the government someday. 

played baseball throughout middle and high school and he’s fairly athletic – he can get pretty competitive when he plays, it kind of brings out a side in him that most people don’t expect to see because he’s fairly chilled out most of the time 

a boss with a slingshot. there is no reason for this, but he had one as a kid and he used to chase squirrels away from the bird feeders outside their home. he has great eyesight and his aim is great, but it’s literally the only weapon he’s proficient in

he’s not tiktok famous for his face, but he has two tiktok famous songs...he’s made like 12k in record deals for selling the rights, it’s just the kind of shit that he does goofing around in music software and he has a good ear for what is going to be catchy

he’s NOT a morning person, definitely a late night kind of guy, will stay up until all hours just fucking around on the computer and then he’ll sleep until 1 or 2pm, at least. getting up for morning classes is a struggle for them and he has slept through them on occasion.

funky sweaters, crazy socks, fun-patterned shirts, he dresses a bit like a circus tent at times, but you can’t say that he doesn’t have style – he dresses well, but it’s like he’s stepped out of a 90s cartoon or something

if he makes u a playlist he either wants to be ur friend so fucking bad or he’s head over heels in love with u

really likes making new things with old technology, he loves taking the macguyver courses and learning new things and he’s actually built his own computer and a lot of his own musical instruments 

usually has a couple bandaids because he’s a bit accident prone or can lose his focus when working in the lab. when he gets in his own head while working on a project, he literally cannot hear anything else – sort of selective hearing

likes fucking around with spray paint, if he can, he’s got a bit of an artistic streak and he doodles stickers on sticker paper sometimes. you can probably catch his tag around campus or even stuck to the latops of his close friends, it’s just a little man with a tv for a head. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

HACKING JOBS – if you STILL need a hacker for any of your wild backstory connections, jem is a great bet. he’s been doing paid jobs for people professionally since he could type, and he’s sort of an ace at getting in and out without leaving a trace...and he’s no gossip. so, your secrets would be safe with him. 

SMOKING BUDDIES – people that he can smoke up with, talk about life, talk about the bullshit of gallagher, but also people he can laugh with that don’t make him feel stressed or concerned about the future. 

MUSIC MAKING BUDDIES – if your character makes music, maybe they can collaborate on something...we’re about to drop the hottest mixtape of all time right here at gallagher academy i will teach myself garageband for this shit...jk but maybe

EX ON BAD TERMS – someone he dated last year...i’m imagining it was their first year and things were really great for the first semester, but shit fell apart second semester along with the school. maybe all the drama on campus caused distance, maybe he wasn’t there for them when they needed it, or maybe they got jealous of the way he always prioritizes noah ? a combination of things, we can hash out the details since i know some of you had some pretty angsty things going on second sem, and maybe it’s awkward now because it feels like there’s unfinished biz. 

EX ON GOOD TERMS / LOVERS TO FRIENDS – maybe someone that was a rebound and things didn’t really work and they saw that, maybe he wasn’t over his ex or whatever but they were able to stay friends ? it’s up to you how your muse feels about it but i want an ex that jem also has no hard feels about and actually is maybe sort of protective of them and cares a lot about them finding happiness, they bonded hardcore. 

EX-FLING – idk maybe they were hooking up for a while and then one of them started seeing someone else or one of them caught feels so they don’t hook up any more but it was super fun when they did !! also down for it to have been like a summer fling and once the summer ended. 

BROS – idk i would like for him to have a squad or something for him to just fuck around with <3 but it’s wholesome and they respect women

ONLINE FRIEND (ANONYMOUS) – he spent a lot of time on forums online and stuff so i’d love for him to have an online friend !! maybe cute if they just know each other by their screen names rn and we can do a bunch of text chats and maybe they both know they go to gallagher but they simply. haven’t met idk

ONLINE FRIENDS – also friends he met online that aren’t anonymous they could’ve met through any number of forums but probably have similar interests like music or hacking so they’re long time homies , someone he’s known almost as long as noah

ONE NIGHT STAND – self explanatory. maybe they’re super good friends and now it’s kind of awkward now and they want to get back to a place of normalcy but it’s simply not normal, maybe they fucked things up by breakin the tension on like. halloween or some shit. 

FRIENDZONED – someone jem accidentally friendzoned and maybe he doesn’t even realize it himself but they had a thing for him and he really just didn’t realize it bc he can’t tell unless you spell it out for him.

CLASS RIVALS – someone who tries really hard and cares about class a bunch vs. jem who doesn’t give a fuck but he keeps making the grade without really trying, so they’re ? bitter about it ? and so the two really do not hit it off because of that and they go back and forth , i just rly want a classroom rivalry. maybe even this rivalry and them nagging him actually motivates to try in the class just to piss them off 

 ENEMY – this person shared a secret with jem and then it somehow got out on the gossip blog idk ! they think jem told and now they hate him. 

anything pls let’s chat !

#gallagher:intro

[puba24]

Just a little more time...

#art #artists on tumblr #illustration #step by step #the iron giant #hogarth hughes #grown up hogarth

[exactlygroovydragon]

Yinka Shonibare - painting inspiration

Born 1962, British artist Yinka Shonibare is known for his use of mixed media to produce art exploring identity and colonialism. He is part of the YBA movement.

One of his motifs is use of a Dutch wax-printed fabric commonly known as “African” fabric due to its similarity to Indonesian prints, which explores the diverse roots of everything in the modern world. He uses the fabric to discuss how whilst something might be perceived as coming from one place, it in fact takes a collaboration of countries to make, and might not be all that it appears. This is in paralleled to himself, a British man of Nigerian heritage, who may often be perceived as solely African when in fact he is both British and Nigerian, raised in both cultures.

After his teachers at the Bryan Shaw school of art questioned why he didn’t make “authentic African art”, he began to wonder why these limits were placed on him, having grown up influenced equally by both cultures, and started using his art to explore what authenticity truly means, as well as what it means to have a multicultural identity.

Shonibare frequently explores the way his heritage fits in with a historical narrative, where in British history the was little to no mention of Black people due to colonialism, and explores how people like him might have fit in had history been different. In work such as “Diary of a Victorian Dandy” he created a series of photographs in which he recreated William Hogarth’s work which himself featuring as a dandy, and in another photographic series, “Dorian Grey” he portrays Oscar Wilde’s famous protagonist, reclaiming history.

[deathsmallcaps]

Question: ok, so I used to have a friend, and he is trans. One of his favorite movies of all time was The Iron Giant. Last night I realized that if my friend had grown up cis/had come out when he was young, he would’ve looked exactly like Hogarth (the main character). I don’t think that the physical similarities are the only reason he likes this movie, but still.

So, did any of you have a kid character, or even an adult character, that you were really drawn to when you were a kid, because the character looked similar to how you wanted to be if you had come out early?

(Thanks for answering and sorry if this is phrased oddly!)

#trans #transgender #iron giant #gender #non binary

[strangcrdoctor]

BASICS.

full name.        Stephen Vincent Strange   pronunciation.      stiɸɛn vɪntsɛnt stɹenʤ    nickname.      Houdini, Dr. Strangelove, Asshole, and a plethora of others but NEVER Steve  gender.     Cis-Male height.     6′ age.       42 approximately, exact age no longer quantifiable   zodiac.       Scorpio spoken languages.       English, French, German, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, Russian, Greek, Latin, Hindi, Tagalog, etc. etc. etc.   

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair colour.       Dark brown with persistent graying around his temples eye colour.       Blue-green skin tone.      Pale due to time spent indoors, but olive toned    body type.      Long and lean but muscular - his strength is packed so he’s more lithe than bulky accent.       American in standard conversation, but speaks with less accent than expected in other languages dominant hand.      Due to the nature of his injuries Stephen has to be ambidextrous to compensate, though he was formerly right-handed, and his left hand is persistently weaker than his right due to more severe injury posture.      Stephen’s posture oscillates depending on what company he’s in - if he’s with people he doesn’t know his posture is straight to the point of stiff and distancing, where if he’s with people he knows and likes, his posture is loose and playful  tattoos.      Some of a more arcane nature since becoming a sorcerer to help with personal defense most noticeable feature.     His eyes are a relatively easily identifiable feature, but his bearing is what people tend to notice most

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth.     Philadelphia Hospital, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania     hometown.         Plattsmouth, Nebraska birth weight.           7 lbs 1 oz     birth height.           22 in  manner of birth.           Natural, with the assistance of a midwife first words.         “Wecord” and “elephant” siblings.      Donna Strange and Victor Strange (both deceased)  parents.     Beverly Strange and Eugene Strange (both deceased)  parental involvement.          Because of the demands of running a farm, Stephen didn’t have an overly close relationship with his father, but what relationship they did have was amicable. Stephen’s intense work ethic heralded from both his father’s influence and his mother’s brilliance. He was considerably closer to his mother, and much of his taste in music and literature stems from her. Life was hard, scant, and boring in rural Nebraska, but Stephen used the mundanity to spur him into bigger academic pursuits, and his parents respected and encouraged it inasmuch as they could, given neither of them believed Stephen would take on the farm. When Donna passed away, however, relationships in the family became exceedingly strained, and when Beverly passed away from grief after also losing Victor, Stephen and Eugene became functionally estranged until Eugene’s death while Stephen was at Columbia. Though his childhood was relatively good, the abrupt and painful end to it keeps Stephen from speaking of it to all but his closest friends, and even then under reluctance and duress    

ADULT LIFE.

occupation.   Former head of Neurosurgery and neurological research at Metro General Hospital, New York City, New York. Current Master of the New York Sanctum and Sorcerer Supreme current residence.         177A Bleecker Street, Greenwich Village, New York     close friends.        Christine Palmer, MD; Wong; Billy Cohen, MD; Jeri Hogarth, JD      relationship status.        Single financial status.         Once he was declared dead by the state, Stephen’s previous locked assets were disbursed according to the terms in his living will, and all of his accounts were closed. Stephen therefore lives from what food is grown in the Sanctums and Kamar Taj, and gets by doing odd jobs around New York City. In essence - he’s flat broke driver’s license.       Stephen held a driver’s license for most of his life, but purposefully let it lapse while he was “missing.” He has no intention of ever driving again criminal record.        Aside from a few speeding tickets from when he was a teenager in Nebraska and a parking ticket or two in NYC, none “vices.”       His primary vices are work, casual sex, and alcohol. During the year he spent in-between surgeries he became highly dependent on painkillers, and much of his early days at Kamar Taj were spent detoxing. He’s now exceedingly sensitive to what medication he allows himself to take, even if it means his chronic pain is worse than it needs to be   

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation.       Bisexual  romantic orientation.       Biromantic  preferred emotional role.   submissive  |  dominant  | switch  |  unknown preferred sexual role.   submissive  |  dominant  |  switch  |  sex repulsed libido.       Stephen’s libido isn’t necessarily more active than average for his age, but he’s more sexually active than some because he utilizes sex as a physical and emotional stress reliever. So he’s decently sexually active, but not necessarily because he’s hard-wired that way   turn on’s.       Intelligence, sass, handsy people    turn off’s.        Degradation, hard-core BDSM, watersports/scatplay     love language.        Turns out that Stephen’s love language is touch, which sucks for him because he’s bad at getting himself the physical contact he really needs and appreciates. It is, however, probably one of the reasons why he compensates for a lack of casual consistent touch with casual sexual encounters    relationship tendencies.       Stephen’s dating record is far from stellar, particularly because in his days a surgeon, his career came before everything else in his life. He was well-known for prioritizing research over romance, and so his few relationships didn’t last very long. Christine was the longest relationship he ever had, and the only person he remained friends with afterward. Since becoming a sorcerer, he sees his situation as not really allowing relationships to be an option, where before he had a choice and just chose to neglect relationship. Yet another reason why he dabbles in casual sex is because he fears for those who get close to him now that his life has become considerably more of a danger

MISCELLANEOUS.

character’s theme song.        1000 Years by Sting hobbies to pass the time.          Most of Stephen’s hobbies are now directly related to his work, but he still considers reading and researching to be recreation compared to most of his other duties. He has, however, now that he has an arboretum in the Sanctum, taken up gardening as a secondary leisure activity   mental illnesses.          Stephen has severe PTSD both from his car accident and his experiences with the Dark Dimension and the Time Stone, as well as immense anxiety problems   physical illness.         Stephen’s hands are chronically weak, with nerve damage and numbness making fine motor skills difficult, but he also suffers from dietary restrictions brought on by his magic use    left or right brained.        Right brained     fears.         Naturally Stephen has a very strict fear of being in vehicles, but he also has triggers related to darkness, closed spaces, and being restrained, many of which stem from deaths he experienced with Dormammu. One of Stephen’s primary fears, however, is that he will lose grip on his own reality and lose his way due to the conflation of realities he witnessed through the Time Stone self confidence level.          Stephen’s manner of self-confidence has changed from his time as a surgeon, and is more of a facade than it was previously. Now, Stephen again maintains a cold, seemingly arrogant exterior around people he’s not close to, though his confidence in his abilities isn’t false. Personally, however, he does struggle with fears of inferiority or incapability in reference to what his position really needs of him. He’ll always be confident enough to try on behalf of his position, but that doesn’t always indicate he believes he’ll succeed    vulnerabilities.      Isolation is Stephen’s biggest vulnerability. Though he does have a few close friends that can be used against him, if one wanted to really get at him, it isn’t as difficult as one might assume because he’s alone so much of the time. He also internalizes much of his emotional trauma, and so doesn’t have the emotional support structures to catch when things go wrong with him   

tagged by stolen from.  @sevenbulletsavior tagging. whoever else wants to steal it!

#''the doctor is out #''CV #I saw this forever ago and adored it so I've been saving it in my drafts forever

[dillydedalus]

what i read in june

another very slow reading month bc uni work + migraines = not a lot of reading, also two of my profs thought assigning 500-page books (in the same week) was like, a cool thing to do

bilqiss, saphia azzedine (tr. from french by birgit leib (german)) beautiful, headstrong & intelligent widow (by her own making) bilqiss sings the adhan instead of the muezzin & is put on trial for that & her numerous other sins (like buying a very phallic aubergine). she’s to be stoned, but she’s so smart and eloquent that the judge falls in love with her and keeps delaying. bilqiss herself is incredible but i kinda wish the other two perspectives had been omitted (the judge) or made much shorter (leandra, the white saviour american journalist). also not too convinced by the ending. 3/5

the artificial silk girl, irmgard keun lovely sharp & funny book about a doris, a darling hot mess of a girl, who, in a moment of despair, steals a fur coat from the theatre wardrobe and runs off to berlin (as you do). but weimar berlin, fun and shining as it may be, is not the healthiest place to be for a pretty young girl with no money. doris is sharp and naive and vain and shallow and soft, and i adore her so very much. also the voice in this is so vibrant and specific that i’m really curious as to how it’s been translated. 4/5

dawn: stories, selahattin demirtaş (tr. from turkish by amy mary spangler & kate ferguson) demirtaş is primarily a politician but is currently in prison, facing up a sentence of up to 142 years for... being in the opposition & kurdish. anyway, this is a collection of short (mostly very short) stories that he wrote behind bars, mainly about social issues in turkey, sexism, police brutality, unjust prison sentences, corruption etc. they are more significant for their political content than literary brilliance & some are a bit on the nose, but definitely interesting & often emotionally affective. the title story and ‘nazan the cleaning lady’ were my favourites. 3/5

babel, kenah cusanit  really interesting novel about the german excavation of babylon in the early 20th century, just before the first world war, focusing on the thoughts & reflections of real historical excavation leader robert koldewey about babylon, history, architecture, philology, and middle eastern/european relations&politics. it’s very stream-of-consciousness-y and quite dense & hard to follow at times, and predictably i liked it best when it was actually about the third babylon (berlin in case you’re not up on berlin’s tendency for ridiculous self-mythologising) - there’s a lovely bit where koldewey remembers returning to berlin after years away on digs and finding it completely changed, “looking for the most part as if it had been built last week”, “a city that wasn’t a city but something that had, from one day to the next, grown over its borders into a book by theodor fontane [...] as if this place wanted nothing more than to escape from itself” while in the present he looks on babylon which is also a city & not a city, but a sheet that has been written on so often that it is unreadable, and that is the sort of content i’m here for. I was also kind of surprised that the book doesn’t take much of a stance on the subject of colonial theft of art and relics which is like....what koldewey is doing, but then again i left it really wanting to go to the pergamon museum which is still mostly closed to the public :( 3.5/5

hyperbole and a half, allie brosh (graphic-memoir-ish) if you weren’t religiously reading hyperbole & a half in the late 00s/early 10s, were you ever even a weird mentally ill teenager? i knew most of these stories already but god, allie brosh really gets it and by it i mean depression and how the nothing you feel gets even void-ier every time someone suggests you try yoga or like ~*positivity*~. also it’s very very funny. 4/5

voss, patrick white (uni) in his introduction to this book about a 19th century exploration into the australian bush, robert macfarlane quotes a review of voss by poet a.d. hope who calls its style “pretentious and illiterate sludge”. macfarlane says this sludginess is a good thing (it’s not) but it’s certainly a good description - utterly excessively verbose and not in a fun, exhilarating way but oozily. sludgily. like wading through a mess of words that aren’t quite were they’re supposed to be and anyway there’s too many of them. there’s some interesting stuff here about exploration, systems of knowledge, spirituality and a love affair almost entirely conducted in letters that never arrive and hallucinations, but there’s just too much sludge (and too many descriptions of female characters’ breasts). 2/5

der junge und das meer, cinghiz aitmatov (tr. from russian) lovely little novella about a young boy from an indigenous east-russian fishing community being taken on his first trip to sea with the men of his family, where they get caught up in a storm. it’s a quick read & very sad. 3/5

macbeth, jo nesbo (uni) - dnf another really bad hogarth shakespeare entry. i appreciate hogarth going Full Genre, but mystery is one of my least fav of the genres, i don’t really like scandinoir and.... macbeth is a scottish swat agent (does scotland even have swat???) whose special skill is throwing KNIVES (you have.... a gun....). also like ‘kill the king to be the king’ kinda makes sense, ‘kill the police commissioner to be the police commissioner’..... less so. 2edgy4me/5

anyway let’s hope july is better.

#the books i read