#doctor schreber

[hesawifebeaterdanusethegun]

No matter how shitty my mood gets this guy always gives me warm fuzzies :) <3

[eyesonsutherland]

WELCOME DOCTOR SCHREBER TO BOT VILLAGE 💖🫠🙏🥛🥧

[zoi-no-miko]

Sideshow Lost Boys figure announcement review

35 years after its first release, The Lost Boys (1987) continues to remind us of how the late Joel Schumacher changed the image of Vampires in modern pop culture via Kiefer Sutherland's iconic character - which is beautifully captured in an upcoming release from the figurine juggernaut.

Sideshow enters the ring with a strong new head sculpt and figure design from a team of their artists - so unlike the 2000 Redman Toys release, collectors can feel confident the work is not leveraging artist recasts.

The actor resemblance and characterisation are lovely, and the passionately composed promo photos and lighting really brings him to life. I personally prefer my Cult King head sculpt in regular lighting, and the sides of his hair feel strangely chunky, but I'm splitting, well, hairs.

At $285, the price point for this high end figure is VERY reasonable. Sideshow levels up their included accessories from the "blood-bottle, Chinese food, Vampire bits" that all David figures generally include with a TON of additional hands, molded bike-boot feet, ALL the Chinese food, plus this "hanging upside-down" display stand that I have to admit is absolutely ingenious, despite it making me want to projectile vomit (but this is admittedly only my own personal finger-toes squick.)

For comparison, here's the 2015 released "Santa Carla Bloodsucker" by Cult King, which had a $599 price point (which had an optional 'deluxe' $200 add-on of vampire head/hands/feet that I did not buy - because again, finger-toes.) Incredible, beautifully-rendered work, but Sideshow's price point really illustrates the value that their well-oiled & established production power brings to fans.

Presumably the Sideshow figure will also leverage the tried & true Hot Toys action figure body, and be able to leverage all the standard hands and accessories - notably the Extra Beefy Extra Thigh Parts (because we all know David has those THICC motorcycle-riding thighs.)

And just for funsies additional data points, here are the sculpts from my Jack Bauer (24) head (why is it so small??) and Doctor Schreber (Dark City, 1998) head, which is a modded from a Jack Bauer garage kit.

[mikey-stardust-way]

Save me Dr. Schreber save me- save me please save me, save me doctor save me- 🥺💐💐💐💐💐💐💗💖💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💗💖💖💗

So I've tried everything but the original post of this art just won't show up in the tags and it's driving me crazy. So I'm reposting. I'll leave the original up as I've got some lovely comments on it. Hopefully this works this time🤞

[elzayer]

Kiefer Sutherland as Dr. Daniel Schreber in “Dark City” (1998)

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[aspiringhorrorauthor]

Chosen One: Doctor: $140,000 a year, Furry artist on Patreon: $160,000 a year

Goris: i think you’re lowballing the furry art amount tbh

Chosen One: I’m sorry for the inaccuracies, Doctor Yiff

Goris: no matter how I respond to this I don’t look good, well played. i walked right into that

K9: Well, furry artists are typically more competent and courteous than your average doctor, so I can see that.

Lenny: Did you just legitimately tell me that a person who draws wolf ass is more competent than a dude who spent 8+ years in a university to give you your lung transplant?

Cassidy: doctors are bullshit and furry artists perform an infinitely more valuable service to society compared to them

Lenny: You will die in 7 days

Vic: It took doctor’s like 10 years to diagnose what was wrong with me, some insisting I was faking for attention while a furry artist I knew just went “that sounds like crohn’s” after hearing me complain once and ended up being right

Vic: Also I can’t go to a doctor and ask them to draw Rouge the Bat wider than she is tall with tits to match, now can I

Myron: You could if you weren't a fucking coward

[queenofsantacarla]

Fade's Masterlist

Masterlist of all my writing 💛

*smut/suggestive content

+dark content

[all content will have appropriate warnings at the top. reader gender neutral unless specifically tagged)

The Lost Boys (1987)

Multi-Chapter AUs

Poly

hide (when the sun gets higher) masterlist

Zoo Date headcanons

What the boys smell like

Historical AU headcanons

Reincarnation/Soulmate AU headcanons

Hypnosis k*nk headcanons*

Tough/secretly soft s/o headcanons

Putting their cold feet on you

S/o that’s oblivious to flirting (includes Michael)

Biting Headcanons*

The Lost Boys as Build a Bears

The Lost Boys at a Rocky Horror Midnight Showing

David

Affection Prompts

Spanish speaking s/o

David x Dwayne x Reader

David x M!Reader headcanons

Yandere!David with naive s/o+

Piece of Mind* (David x F!Reader full fic)

Marko

Affection Prompts

Saving a stray kitty

Making a jacket for his s/o

Spray paint date with s/o

Paul x Marko x M!Reader headcanons

dinnertime (marko tlb day mini fic)*

Paul

Affection Prompts Part 1

Affection Prompts Part 2

Affection Prompts Part 3

Paul x Marko x M!Reader headcanons

where the freaks will come around (Paul tlb day mini fic)

Dwayne

Affection Prompts

Yandere!Dwayne kidnapping reader+

David x Dwayne x Reader

Dwayne teaching the reader to skateboard

like a river flows (dwayne x f!reader tlb day mini fic)*

Michael

feast (michael tlb day mini fic)

Star

Star x F!Reader headcanons

Star x Butch!F!Reader

Awesome Monster Bashers

Secret vampire FTM reader+

Reaction to FTM reader’s coming out

Butch!Frog Sister Reader

The Lost Girls AU

Your Hand in Mine I (F!David x Reader)*

Ace Merrill (Stand By Me, 1986)

Bedside Manner (Ace x F!Reader short fic)

Prince Charming (Ace x M!Reader short fic)

Golden Boy (Ace x M!Reader short fic)

Barefoot and Pregnant* (Ace x F!Reader breeding k*nk headcanons)

Dr. Daniel Schreber (Dark City, 1998)

Orpheus’s Trial* (Daniel x F!Reader full fic)

Apollo’s Pursuit+ (Daniel x F!Reader full fic)

Daniel getting spoiled by f!Reader*

Teasing Daniel until he snaps*

Nelson Wright (Flatliners, 1990)

Reader w/ doctor k*nk*

Athos (The Three Musketeers, 1993)

SFW/NSFW headcanons*

Bill and Ted

Bill

Bill Preston soft headcanons

Ted

Poly

Poly headcanons

S/o with a stutter

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 775

2,183 - Words

Gif NOT mine. (Found on Pinterest.)

If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me know, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - Unknown.

Year posted - 2021

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Curled up in bed comfortably, (Y/n) tried desperately to fall asleep. Yet as the minutes ticked by she found herself restless, and inevitably annoyed. With a distraught sigh (Y/n) sat up in bed, flinging her blankets away from her body. The moment the cool air of her room hit her bare legs (Y/n) shivered, but as she rubbed her face tiredly, a loud ringing sound rang through the room. The sound and pitch being loud enough to make (Y/n) cry out, her hands covering her ears and her eyes screwed shut. Hissing in pain she fell from her bed, but instead of hitting the floor she continued to fall. In an instant her eyes sprung open and (Y/n) screamed, she was falling from the sky at rapid speed. She hit the pavement with a painful grunt, the air being knocked from her lungs, and her head spinning. Dr. Schreber had nearly jumped out of his skin when this strange looking woman landing a few feet away from him on the sidewalk. "Ah." (Y/n) hissed under her breath as she tried to move, freezing when she someone called out to her. "Don't move!" Schreber cried out with worry, as he hobbled to her side as quickly as he could. (Y/n) frowned as she looked up to the man, as he slowly knelt beside her, his hands upon her face as he looked into her eyes. "I'm a Doctor." He murmured softly, as he continued to observe her, looking for any wounds. "Where am I Doc?" (Y/n) licked her lips, holding back a hiss of pain as he helped her sit up. "You don't know?" He frowned a little confused. "Look Doc about twenty seconds ago I was laying in my bed in (Y/h/t), next thing I know there was this deafening ringing, then I was falling from the sky." (Y/n) pointed to the dark sky, to which Schreber looked up, half expecting to see some portal or something. "How I didn't die on impact is freaking me out." (Y/n) added before she observed her surroundings, frowning as she took note of the cars lining the streets. "Check that... This place is freaking me out." She looked to the Doctor, who looked rather alarmed and nervous. "I-I can help you." He stammered. "How?" (Y/n) wondered aloud as she stood to her feet, the cold night air nipping at her exposed skin, as she stood there in her night time attire. "I can't e-explain here, please come with me." The Doctor looked around frantically, walking off in the opposite direction a moment later.

Following the Doctor (Y/n) ignored the strange looks she was receiving from the people they passed. "I-its safer in here." He waved for her to follow, leading her into the indoor pool. "Safe from what, Jason Voorhees?" (Y/n) murmured to herself, her eyes almost hypnotically casting to the ceiling, smiling faintly at the sight of its artistic beauty. "You can change in here." The Doctor showed (Y/n) into a more private room. "Excuse me?" (Y/n) arched a brow at him, crossing her arms over her chest. "It's safer in the water, please trust me. I want to help you." He encouraged her, and while part of her told her these were some serious red flags, she indulged his wish. Stepping into the room she found a locker with a clean swimsuit, however when she looked at it she sneered. "So not happening." She sighed under her breath, looking around she attempted to find something more to her liking. However after a few minutes with no success she simply exited the room, finding the Doctor waiting in the water. "You didn't change." He pointed out with a distraught frown. "Please you need-" (Y/n) was quick to silence him by holding her hand up. "You're the strangest Doctor I've ever met, however I feel inclined to trust you. But before I do as you ask, I want to know your name." (Y/n) rest her wight on one hip, propping her opposite hand onto the opposite hip. "M-my name i-is Doctor Daniel Schreber." He stammered with a small blush, his eyes involuntarily trailing up her bare legs. "My names (Y/f/n) (Y/l/n)." She introduced herself before she stripped herself of her tee shirt and shorts, leaving her in a matching set of bra and panties. "Oh!" Daniel squeaked in surprise, quickly averting his eyes elsewhere.

(Y/n) sat at the edge of the pool before she slipped in slowly, the temperature difference sending a shiver up her spine. "So Doctor Schreber, why are we here?" (Y/n) asked as she slowly swam closer to his side, tilting her head with a faint smile at Daniels nervousness to look at her. "B-because t-this." He cut himself off, taking a deep breath before he continued. "This is the safest place to talk." He explained, trying to focus his eyes on (Y/n)'s, finding the sight of the supple looking flesh of her breasts almost unbearable. "Safest from who?" (Y/n) asked as she moved to sit beside Daniel. "The Strangers." He pushed his glasses up a little, quickly glancing around them to make sure they were alone. "Please... I need you to tell me everything that happened, before they find us." Daniel was almost whispering. "I already did. I was at home trying to fall asleep, but I couldn't. In my frustration I pushed off my blankets and was rubbing my face when this loud ringing started. I covered my ears and fell from my bed, but I never hit my bedroom floor. Instead I just kept falling, when I opened my eyes I was falling from the sky. I hit the ground, and then you came to me." (Y/n) explained, only confusing Daniel further. "Where did you come from?" He murmured with a tilt of his head. "(Y/h/t)?" (Y/n) frowned with confusion. "I've never heard of it." Daniel mirrored her frown. "Am I dead Doctor Schreber?" (Y/n) whispered softly. "No I don't think so." Daniel shook his head dismissively. "Then why is this place familiar to me?" (Y/n) whispered even quieter. "I don't know... I've never seen you before... I've never seen anyone like you before." Daniel admitted, quickly sparring a glance at one of her tattoos. "Good observation Doctor." A voice called out as a tall man dressed in all black entered the room, Daniel gasped in surprise, fear pooling within his eyes. While (Y/n) simply looked at the new man with questioning eyes. "Who are you?" (Y/n) asked, ignoring the fact that Daniel was swimming back to stay away from the approaching man. "Mr. Book." He stood up a little straighter. "Right." (Y/n) rose her brows with mocked sarcasm. "And who are you?" Mr. Book asked in a bored tone. "(Y/n)." She only offered her first name, not trusting this man like she had the Doctor. "Well then (Y/n) I suggest you get out of the water." Mr. Book waved his hand towards the pool ladder. "And if I don't want to?" (Y/n) argued. "(Y/n) please do as he says." Daniel whispered pleadingly. "You should listen to the Doctor." Mr. Book mused, (Y/n) looked to Daniel, finding his fearful gaze locked onto her. "Fine." She exited the pool, Daniel following behind her when Mr. Book demanded his presence as well.

"Sleep." Mr. Book waved his hand in front of (Y/n)'s face, who frowned at him. "What are you doing?" She scowled taking a small step back, both Mr. Book and Daniel looking at her with astonishment. "Sleep." Mr. Book tried again, this time however (Y/n) shoved his hand away. "Fuck off." She hissed, thoroughly annoyed with the pale humanoid being. "Fascinating." Daniel muttered with an amazed grin. Mr. Book however was not quite so amused, trying to throw her back like a ragdoll with his powers. "Why are you looking at me like that?" (Y/n) frowned at the stranger. "What are you?" The stranger frowned when his powers failed to work on her. "I could ask you the same question." (Y/n) retorted, unknowingly making Daniel internally snicker. "You're coming with us." Mr. Book concluded, two more of his companions entering the building. "No." (Y/n) crossed her arms, ignoring the cold chill that ran down her body, caused by both the beings presence, and the fact that she was still dripping wet from the pool. "That wasn't a request." He retorted as he pulled out a knife, Daniel wanted to intervene, but he was afraid it would only make matters worse. However (Y/n) simply rolled her eyes as she uncrossed her arms, pushing passed Mr. Book she grabbed her clothes and pulled them back on. "Fine." She sighed as she re approached him, crossing her arms again. Daniel found her bravery both admirable, and worrying. Mr. Book allowed Daniel to get dressed before he and his companions escorted them out of the building, leading them down below into the strangers lair. As (Y/n) observed her surroundings, she linked her arm with Daniels, momentarily starting the man. She smiled softy at that, leaning in to his side she whispered into his ear. "I remember why this is so familiar now." His eyes widened as he turned his head to look at her, a blush fanning his cheeks when she winked, keeping her arm linked with his.

"I'm of no danger to you all you know." (Y/n) stated casually, Mr. Book stopped walking, turning to look at her. "I've been trying to will that knife of yours through you, and it ain't working." She whispered dramatically, her free hand beside her mouth. "I can't do what you do, your mojo just don't work on lil old me." (Y/n) added with a small giggle. "How can you know what we were thinking?" Mr. Book glowered down at her. "I don't know what you're thinking, I just happen know what conclusion you all jumped to, because well I hate to be the one to tell you. But you're not real, at least not in my world. In my world you're all just characters in a movie that come out in the late 90s. However by the looks of things, this is set before that timeline." (Y/n) shrugged casually, her words momentarily stunning everyone within ear shot. "He's played by Kiefer Sutherland, one of my all time favorite actors." She added pointed her free hand to Daniel. "I just didn't realize it earlier, guess I was still in a daze from that blow to the head." (Y/n) admitted to Daniel specifically, his shocked face undeniably adorable. "If you don't believe me, you should know that I was born (Y/b/d) and I was living somewhat peacefully in the year 2021, even with a global pandemic going on since the very end of 2019." (Y/n) pointed to herself with her free hand. "Hence why I look so strange compared to everyone else here in Dark City." She smiled faintly, giggling to herself when the strangers began chattering among themselves in their native language. "Is all of that true?" Daniel whispered. "Yeah." (Y/n) nodded her head, with a grin cast his way.

After a few hours of the strangers asking (Y/n) questions about this and that, along with some tests they demanded to run. She was allowed to leave with Doctor Schreber, with her memories intact. (Simply because they couldn't alter her memories along with everything else.) With an almost exhausted sigh, both she and Daniel sat down on the couch in his apartment. "Is it true that, that Sutherland fellow is one of your favorite actors?" Daniel hesitated to ask after a moment. "Oh yeah, he's a good actor. It also helps that I find him incredibly handsome. Plus I have a weakness for blondes." (Y/n) admitted shamelessly, her words causing a blush to bloom on Daniels cheeks. "O-oh." He stuttered bashfully. "Did... Did you like the movie, this one?" He asked after he gathered his composure. "One of my favorites." (Y/n) smiled as she turned her body to look at Daniel. "You're my favorite character." She added in a whisper. "R-really?" He turned his head to look at her, his eyes as wide as saucers. "Yep... You're just so cute." (Y/n) cooed with a wolfish grin, her words making Daniel all flustered. "T-thank you." He stammered with a nervous chuckle. "You are very welcome Doctor." (Y/n) hummed casually, her tone making Daniel swallow thickly. "I think it is going to be quiet interesting to get to know you (Y/n)." Daniel mused aloud. "Likewise Doctor." (Y/n) hummed. "Please call me Daniel." He murmured quietly. "Alright then... Daniel." She cooed his name, making it sound oh so heavenly to the flustered man.

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Not my best work, but eh I still like it.

[groooooovyas]

Freud: Three Case Histories, The “Wolf Man”, The “Rat Man” and The Psychotic Doctor Schreber - Cover by Roy Kuhlman, 1963 

[hesawifebeaterdanusethegun]

No because I'm watching Dark City and thinking about the character development in it and how Doctor Schreber is the best character because he's complex. John is so simple. He's such a basic protagonist honestly. But Doctor Schreber is different. He views himself as weak and he's terrified for his life at all times but he still finds it in himself to defy the Strangers, first in little ways, by talking back, etc., but eventually by concocting his plan to help John reach his full potential and being brave enough and smart enough to pull that move at the end with the syringes. But you also see some enjoyment of his work for the Strangers from him. He is in his element in a lab, and that's so fundamental to his personality that we see it shine through even when he's working under threat of death. But anyway he's the bravest character because he was the most afraid but did it anyway. Okay I'll get off my soapbox now. I just love this movie so much.

[xjmlm]

Lacan in the Opening of the Clinical Section of Vincennes (1977), when asked by Miller if "the clinics of neuroses and psychoses need the same categories, the same signs", answers: "Paranoia, I mean, psychosis is for Freud absolutely fundamental. The psychosis is that before which an analyst should not retreat in any case.

This sentence, almost a refrain for Lacanians, makes one wonder how to understand it today and what elaborations have resulted from this orientation?

We invited Maria Silvia G. F. Hanna, EBP/AMP, to support this questioning and Ariel Bogochvol, EBP/AMP/ CLIPP Associate, for comments, in an activity promoted by CLIPP's Center for Research and Reading on Presentation of Patients and Psychosis. The coordination was by Perpétua Medrado Gonçalves (CLIPP), coordinator of the Nucleus along with Marizilda Paulino.

Maria Silvia says that, more than a refrain, this phrase became Jacques Lacan's trademark in the field of psychosis and points out that, for her, the meaning was already present since Seminar 3, The Psychoses.

Looking back on the retreat from psychosis, she recalls Freud's letter in 1928 to Istvan Hollos, chief physician of the Yellow House (Budapest asylum), in response to the book he published and sent to Freud about the work done there.

Freud apologizes for the delay in replying, and confesses his difficulty in being with these patients who "give me anger, I get angry because I feel them so far away from me and from everything human." And he wonders "am I not conducting myself like the doctors of old with regard to hysterics?"

Miller calls attention to Freud's anger and irritation, connecting them to the recalcitrance - something of Freud's not-willing-to-know - that prevented him from going further in the clinic of psychoses.

For Maria Silvia, that which causes strangeness to the analyst, that which does not make sense, that which he perceives as violence against himself or others, the fragmented thinking, that which questions a collective and shared reality, can provoke a distancing in the face of psychosis. And this for her "has to be considered as part of the analyst's training, especially in the situation of personal analysis, the place where the subject can know a little more of this not-want-to-know, which often prevents walking in the cases we receive."

Two important points are transference and interpretation in cases of psychosis.

Transference, a concept developed by Freud as indispensable in conducting an analysis, can also be an obstacle. The concept of narcissism introduced by him and the distinction between the libido of the self and the libido of the object, brought about an impossibility for the treatment of psychosis: according to this moment of Freudian theory, in psychosis there would be a withdrawal of the libido from the object to the self, a withdrawal of interest and connection with the objects of the external world, which would not allow a transferential connection to occur. Therefore, psychosis would not be amenable to treatment.

Analysts after Freud studied psychosis and treated their patients, observing that psychotics also develop a transference, although different from that of neurotics.

Maria Silvia points out that Lacan used other supports to understand the psychic apparatus proposed by Freud - the linguistics of Saussure and Jakobson - and attributed the cause of psychosis to a failure in the Symbolic register, resuming the notion of Verwerfung postulated by Freud, and emphasizing the lack of inscription of the Father's Name (NP), and that the foreclosed would return from the Real.

Regarding interpretation, Freud writes, in his analysis of the Schreber case, that there the Unconscious does not call for interpretation. The symptoms interpret themselves.

The discourse of the psychotic subject bears witness to an unconscious in the open, which does not allow for translation and signifying movement. The productions he makes - the deliriums and hallucinations - can bring out the signifier unleashed in the Real. And this problematic of the signifier has a direct impact on interpretation; he makes his own interpretation. Maria Silvia refers to a text by Sandor Ferenczi, "Paranoia", where he says that "the paranoiac is his own best interpreter".

It is up to each subject, and no psychotic person is spared from this, to re-establish the signifier chain, to try to inhabit language. Lacan, starting in Seminar 11, makes a shift from the NP to the function of naming, which will make treatment possible. The function of naming, the substitution, puts us on the way to the construction of a sinthome that can keep the three registers connected. This makes treatment possible for psychotic subjects who demand it, and it is up to the analyst to support and sustain the attempt to construct a mechanism necessary to keep the three registers linked.

In conclusion, Maria Silvia recommends: "transference in psychosis carries in its core the position of object on the side of the psychotic, demanding that the analyst give up any temptation to interpret, since the interpreter is the very subject of the psychotic.

[starwoman97]

Imagine this....

Slight nsfw mention 😏

Imagine being Dr Daniel Schreber's s/o. He works at a university & is harassed by his colleagues. You feel horrible when he comes home physically & emotionally drained & you do everything in your power to make him feel better. A nice hot meal, talking about his day, kisses, & intense love making to blow off steam! One day you had an excellent idea! You got dolled up putting on Daniel's favorite sundress he got you that shows off just the right amount of cleavage, made his favorite lunch with no-baked cookies.

You stepped into the university & eyes were on you. You smiled at Daniel's colleagues, but played them no mind when they compliemted you. All you want is to see your sweet doctor. When he saw you walk into the lounge, he choked on his words, feeling his pants get tight from looking at your breasts bounce a bit with each step. You gave him a kiss & handed him his lunch. Daniel notice his colleagues look at him with disbelief when they watched you both talk & get a bit touchy. You looked back at them with a smug look

"That's right! This is my man!"

@darling-disastrous

(Sorry if it sounded & worded weird )

[radishreader]

... The postwar years in West Germany were marked by an intense preoccupation with sexual propriety, as if decorum could solve the nation’s moral crisis and cleanse it of guilt. ���One’s own offspring did penance for Auschwitz,” the German poet Olav Münzberg wrote, “with ethics and morality forcefully jammed into them.” Women’s reproductive rights were severely restricted, and the policing of homosexual encounters, a hallmark of Nazism, persisted; in the two decades after the war, roughly a hundred thousand men were prosecuted for this crime. Kentler was attracted to men and felt as if he “always had one leg in prison,” because of the risks involved in consummating his desires. He found solace in the book “Corydon,” by André Gide, a series of Socratic dialogues about the naturalness of queer love. “This book took away my fear of being a failure and of being rejected, of being a negative biological variant,” he wrote in a 1985 essay called “Our Homosexuality.” But nothing could be done to remedy his relationship with his parents. “They no longer loved me,” he wrote.

In 1960, Kentler got a degree in psychology, a field that allowed him to be “an engineer in the realm of the . . . manipulatable soul,” he said at a lecture. He became involved in the student movement, and at a meeting of the Republican Club, a group established by left-wing intellectuals, he publicly identified himself as gay for the first time. Not long afterward, he wrote, he decided to turn “my passions into a profession (which is also good for the passions: they are controlled).” He earned a doctorate in social education from the University of Hannover, publishing his dissertation, a guidebook called “Parents Learn Sex Education,” in 1975. He was inspired by the Marxist psychoanalyst Wilhelm Reich, who had argued that the free flow of sexual energy was essential to building a new kind of society. Kentler’s dissertation urged parents to teach their children that they should never be ashamed of their desires. “Once the first feelings of shame exist, they multiply easily and expand into all areas of life,” he wrote.

Like many of his contemporaries, Kentler came to believe that sexual repression was key to understanding the Fascist consciousness. In 1977, the sociologist Klaus Theweleit published “Male Fantasies,” a two-volume book that drew on the diaries of German paramilitary fighters and concluded that their inhibited drives—along with a fear of anything gooey, gushing, or smelly—had been channelled into a new outlet: destruction. When Kentler read “Male Fantasies,” he could see Schreber, the child-care author whose principles his parents had followed, “at work everywhere,” he wrote. Kentler argued that ideas like Schreber’s (he had been so widely read that one book went through forty editions) had poisoned three generations of Germans, creating “authoritarian personalities who have to identify with a ‘great man’ around them to feel great themselves.” Kentler’s goal was to develop a child-rearing philosophy for a new kind of German man. Sexual liberation, he wrote, was the best way to “prevent another Auschwitz.”

The trials of twenty-two former Auschwitz officers had revealed a common personality type: ordinary, conservative, sexually inhibited, and preoccupied with bourgeois morality. “I do think that in a society that was more free about sexuality, Auschwitz could not have happened,” the German legal scholar Herbert Jäger said. Sexual emancipation was integral to student movements throughout Western Europe, but the pleas were more pitched in Germany, where the memory of genocide had become inextricably—if not entirely accurately—linked with sexual primness. In “Sex After Fascism,” the historian Dagmar Herzog describes how, in Germany, conflicts over sexual mores became “an important site for managing the memory of Nazism.” But, she adds, it was also a way “to redirect moral debate away from the problem of complicity in mass murder and toward a narrowed conception of morality as solely concerned with sex.”

Suddenly, it seemed as if all relationship structures could—and must—be reconfigured, if there was any hope of producing a generation less damaged than the previous one. In the late sixties, educators in more than thirty German cities and towns began establishing experimental day-care centers, where children were encouraged to be naked and to explore one another’s bodies. “There is no question that they were trying (in a desperate sort of neo-Rousseauian authoritarian antiauthoritarianism) to remake German/human nature,” Herzog writes. Kentler inserted himself into a movement that was urgently working to undo the sexual legacy of Fascism but struggling to differentiate among various taboos. In 1976, the magazine Das Blatt argued that forbidden sexual desire, such as that for children, was the “revolutionary event that turns our everyday life on its head, that lets feelings break out and that shatters the basis of our thinking.” A few years later, Germany’s newly established Green Party, which brought together antiwar protesters, environmental activists, and veterans of the student movement, tried to address the “oppression of children’s sexuality.” Members of the Party advocated abolishing the age of consent for sex between children and adults. ...

[zoi-no-miko]

2020 Creator Wrap-up

2020 Creator Wrap: Favorite works

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works.

Was tagged by @jadedbirch (MY WIIIIIFE)

1) Fic - Discovering - Dark City 

Pairing: John Murdoch/Daniel Schreber [Read it on AO3] Summary: The future in the aftermath of the Strangers, John discovers, is less predictable than he could have imagined. And underneath his prim suits, Doctor Schreber is not what he anticipated.(From the prompt: Imagine Dr. Schreber having Kiefer's tattoos. Imagine John discovering them.)

Starting the year out by going back to writing canon-setting Dark City  was so delightful, and this was a really intriguing way to look at Daniel again. I was in the middle of getting tattooed at the time so it was also personally super rewarding to have an excuse to indulge my tattoo kink.

And speaking of...

2) Tattoo art - The Ruby of the Sea - Critical Role

Not MY art, but since I commissioned it permanently on my body I feel like I have full rights to include this phenomenal piece by the very sweet and talented Antony Flemming.

3) Fic - The Ship Who Fucked - Mirrors (Brainship AU)

Pairing: Ben Carson/Larry Byrne (series continues with Dark City - John/Daniel) [Read it Here] Summary: Many Brawns XL-969 Loses and One He Keeps. For a Brainship, Larry discovers that finding the right long term Brawn isn't as easy as they tell you at lab school.

A lot of my recent really plotty writing has been a case of “what if this great Sci-Fi world building, but with my gay boys?” And after I finally got off furlough my reaction to being employed again was to write a novel based off this series of Anne McCaffrey books. I really enjoyed exploring aspects of love, attraction, romance and sexuality when one of the characters is, uh, non-corporeal? And despite the title, it’s about as close to a slow-burn as I really ever get. XD

4) Fanart - David (Mage AU) - Lost Boys

I have a habit of pulling random characters I like to fill supporting roles in long!fics I write, which is how David, Jack (24) and Nelson (Flatliners) ended up as Daniel’s half brothers in my most recent Kiefercestual fantasy epic. David, being David, ended up inserting himself in FAR more of the story than I ever intended, which included a bit of a fantasy makeover and also his own side story so he could seduce Jack, because Jack/David remains my favorite crack ship. XD

Also getting back into watercolors has been really fun, and trying to emulate some Yoshitaka Amano was a really interesting challenge (even if I was only slightly successful. XD )

5) Fanfic - Laurelai - Mirrors

Pairing: Ben Carson/Larry Byrne [Read it Here] Summary: Larry has a phone number slipped in with his tips. Texting it is probably a very bad idea. He does it anyway.

Because @bonnie131313 put Larry in drag. How could I resist Larry as a fierce drag queen and Ben as the sweet little gay who wants the man under the makeup? :3

6) Honorable Mention - Emma Murdoch’s dress in 1/4 scale

I did like, ZERO sewing this year for myself because where the fuck would I wear it? But I am in the midst of making an ABJD girlfriend for May, so I drafted and made this fantastically form-fitting gown for her out of leftover fabric from MY purple gown. <3

Tagging: @bonnie131313​, @eirenical​, @semiautomaticheart​ and anybody else who wants to do this??

[creepy-crowleys]

Hhey.

Sorry, we were going through Dr. Schreber’s files and I dozed off for a while.  That lullaby’s even playing down here and I think it’s starting to get to me a little.

Or I’m just tired.  It could go either way.

Good or at least optimistic news is that if they’re playing it here, then there must have been someone they were playing it for. And this being Dr Schreber’s office, there’s only one person he’d probably be keeping so close.  

We’re  really trying to be optimistic.  

All of the other children are deceased except for the two girls that escaped into the vents from the Inhabitation ward. I don’t know how we’re going to get them out or what we’ll find if we do.  They still looked mostly human but.

But.

My friend here is convinced that the good doctor’s office should link up to wherever Emma is being kept.  I should be helping her try to find the entrance.

I’m scared.  I’m afraid that we aren’t going to find her or if we do, then it’s going to be too late like it was for the others. How am I going to tell Dzoavich that I failed her completely.

Sorry I’ll 

I’ll stop stalling and get back to work.

[therealkn]

David’s Resolution - Day 9

Day 9 (January 9, 2019)

Dark City (1998)

“Hey, you happen to know the way to Shell Beach?”

A man wakes up in a bathtub in a dingy apartment. He has no memory of who he is, where is he, or how he got there. Soon after he wakes up, the phone rings and he picks up, receiving a message telling him to flee before a group of people start coming after him. The man, as he leaves, learns that he is apparently “John Murdoch”, and he may or may not be a serial killer targeting prostitutes. And in his search for answers, he’ll come across a variety of interesting characters - a woman who says she’s his wife, a detective who think he’s the killer, a doctor who may or may not be trustworthy - while also questioning the reality he lives in and what the truth is.

Yep. Another movie I don’t want to go into details on regarding the plot because of spoilers. And trust me, you don’t want to spoil this movie for yourself. Go in as blind as you can. ...With that said, time to gush about this movie because this is a big favorite movie. Easily a top 10 favorite.

You know what, let’s get this out of the way. Yes, Dark City has quite a few similarities to The Matrix, even though The Matrix came out a year later. Similar themes of identity, distorting reality and such are in both films, plus lots of people in leather. although how they present themselves are very different. While the Wachowskis explored philosophical and religious themes in their cyberpunk action movie, writer/director Alex Proyas was more into telling an interesting and compelling mystery within a unique world influenced by film noir and German expressionism. Don’t get me wrong, both films are great, but if you feel The Matrix is too pretentious for you, then you may like Dark City more.

You know what both films do have that can’t be disputed? Rad-as-fuck visual design. The titular city is very dark and almost a character in itself, creating a sense of isolation, paranoia and confusion that good expressionism always invokes. It feels familiar and at the same time alien, even more when you The design feels reminiscent of Batman: The Animated Series in that it goes for a “timeless” setting that mixes modern and old settings and ideas. Actually, in a way, it does kind of feel like a comic book, as the city owes not only to classic film like Fritz Lang’s M, but also to the depiction of Gotham City in Tim Burton’s Batman, and the way the story unfolds and how scenes are framed and shot looks like comic book panels come to life. The world of this movie and the ideas present in it are absolutely fascinating, such as the concept of how memories work in this city and how tuning works and the nature of the overseers of this world.

The cast of the movie is great. On the human side, Rufus Sewell is excellent as John Murdoch, the man desperate to understand who he really is and what the hell is going on. Kiefer Sutherland’s Dr. Schreber is a hobbling, Peter Lorre-esque character whose motives are cloudy and whose allegiance is questionable... is he on the level, or is there something more sinister about him? You’ll have to watch to find out. Jennifer Connelly’s performance as John’s wife and a singer is intriguing, though it’s irritating that the theatrical cut overdubbed her singing voice. (The director’s cut rectifies this by giving us her original voice, which is pretty good.) And William Hurt’s Frank Bumstead, the police inspector investigating the murders and by extension John, comes off like a world-weary veteran similar to Morgan Freeman in Seven, who himself slowly realizes that the ramblings that both John and a former detective are saying may have some merit...

Then you get to the “Strangers”, the mysterious trenchcoated people in white who seemingly run the city, literally reshaping it however they seem fit. They act like a race based around Riff Raff from The Rocky Horror Picture Show, which is fitting since not only did Alex Proyas base the Strangers on Riff Raff, but Riff Raff himself - Richard O’Brien - plays the lead Stranger character, Mr. Hand, a sinister figure tasked with hunting down John however he can. Also, all of the Strangers going by “Mr. (whatever)”, combined with the way they speak, reminded me of the henchmen from Diamonds Are Forever (or, alternately, think those two lifeguards from Codename: Kids Next Door.)

Also, Bruce Spence is in it, who to me is in the category of “hey, it’s that guy!” actors. He’s been in plenty of films: he’s the Gyro Captain in Mad Max 2 (a.k.a. The Road Warrior to us Americans), a similar character in Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome, the Trainman in The Matrix Revolutions, one of the sharks in Finding Nemo, an alien in Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith who helped Obi-Wan on Utapau, and the Mouth of Sauron in the extended edition of The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King. He’s a cool guy and I like seeing him in things, and I just wanted to point it out. He’s Mr. Wall in this film, by the way, the tall Stranger who ended up- wait, what was I on about again?

Oh yeah, Strangers. The Strangers are sinister motherfuckers who run the city, using a psychic power called “tuning” to play The Sims: The Real Game, literally reshaping the city and giving people different identities and memories as they see fit. Why? They have their reasons. And their leader, known as Mr. Book (Ian Richardson), organizes a mass tuning every 12 hours where they put all the humans to sleep so they can screw with the city however they will before waking everyone up. The full extent of how this goes is disturbing and creepy, and you will see for yourself how creepy it is. But in a way, it reminds me of one of my favorite anime, The Big O, in that both stories took place in cities seemingly isolated from the world, use heavy noir elements, feature a mixture of old and new in their designs, and which explore memories and loss of memory as central themes.

Actually, a thought I had on the movie was that one could read it as some metaphor or symbolism or whatever about making movies and having people play different roles in stories and etc., but #1, that could be me reading too deep into something and #2, I can’t go into further detail without spoilers.

I’ll mention that this movie had an interesting release. It barely broke even in the box office, and some critics liked it while others had more lukewarm reactions. But there was one person in particular who absolutely loved the movie, and it was none other than Roger Ebert. “Love” is a strong word, and it applies to his glowing review of the film, but it goes further than that: he called it the best film of 1998, he put it on his list of “Great Movies” in 2005, he would use the film in his teaching about movies, and he contributed audio commentary for both versions of the film on its DVD release. This doesn’t really have anything to do with the review, but I find it interesting to mention. And it’s why I mentioned Roger Ebert in the “Next time” message for this review that makes sense only to the guy who writes this. (Boy, two bits of rambling...)

This movie does have a director’s cut, and while the theatrical cut is still a great film, the director’s cut is even better. What’s most interesting is that it not only changes scenes from the theatrical cut and adds some more scenes to make the film feel even more fleshed out, it also makes minor changes that apply to the entire film. The theatrical cut has largely blue and grey coloring that gives the film a colder and more detached feeling, while the director’s cut uses more yellows and greens, which I feel gives it a more disorienting and sickening feeling, like there’s something just underneath that doesn’t sit well and could represent how John sees the world. The effects used for John’s tuning are also tweaked: the theatrical cut’s effects looked a lot like when Mr. Freeze fired his freeze gun in Batman & Robin, while the director’s cut uses more subtle effects. Point goes to the director’s cut there. But really, you should watch both versions. I watched the theatrical cut first, even with that opening monologue (which I feel isn’t really a big spoiler since you learn what it mentions pretty early in the movie, plus, does it really spoil anything that major?) and it’s still good.

You know how people say they instantly love a movie the first time they see it? That’s this movie for me. I highly recommend it. If you like The Big O, film noir, expressionism, mystery thrillers, or just want something like The Matrix without perceived intellectual posturing, then here you go. Everyone go see this movie, it’s great.

Next time: Four people, one camera, and a lot of neuroses.