#espantos

[vindria]

La Spooky chick flick de Tim Burton; Beetlejuice Beetlejuice (2024)

Ta cotorra, sí, pero mhe! 

[lamaracuchaquecuenta]

¿Una fantasía real?

Hace poco escuchaba de Mauricio Linares, famoso y reconocido Cuentero, que parte del arte de aprender a contar, y lo he vivido yo a través del blog, en palabra escrita, es que la gente conecte una historia que no es suya con su pasado.Sentada en una función de cuenteria unos días atrás me ocurrió, escuchando a Ana Arango con un cuento real del gran maestro de la cuenteria Jota Villaza, y aunque…

[historiasdeterrorcortas]

Acabo de encontrar un relato corto de terror cuidado con los espejos jajajaj

[mypuchiart]

[maxgirl29]

It should not have taken the entire women’s football community voicing the disgust and wrong doing of the RFEF and the public actions of that bald fool for his resignation.

The Jamaican girls should not have had to create a GoFundMe page to get to Australia to compete.

The Canadian team should not have had to go public about their lack of pay.

It should not have taken the early departure of the USWNT to get Vlatko out.

The Zambian team should not have had to voice their issues of sexual abuse and misconduct of their coach.

So many other issues out there from so many other countries that should not even be in existence.

It should not take the players announcing to the world that there are issues for them to be taken seriously. Players should be able to feel comfortable enough to speak with their federations about problems and know that changes will be made and that they will not be singled out or become a victim of backlash. Treat female footballers with the same professionalism and respect you treat the males.

[weirdlookindog]

El espanto surge de la tumba (1973) - VHS cover

AKA Horror Rises from the Tomb

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[diabolikdiabolik]

El espanto surge de la tumba (aka Horror rises from the Tomb, 1973)

[moviesludge]

hypnotizing nerds into reuniting the parts of my corporeal form and whatnot

[ritmos-eternos]

No hay peor espanto que la falta de sueño que me brincan los nervios, me altera la vista y se me estanca el pánico en todo el cuerpo. Ay de mí si no duermo, me rondan los horrores de la noche o de la imaginación.

Royine. Espanto.

[mashounen1945]

So, I found this post [https://www.tumblr.com/mashounen1945/772060782838087680/stuffedeggplants] by @mariacallous and @sprinkledsalt with other valuable contributions by @anartificialsatellite, @smegorl, @stuffedeggplants, and @stripedroseandsketchpads. In light of the recent release of Robert Eggers' remake of the 1922 classic Nosferatu: a Symphony of Horror, all these users addressed various aspects related to the problematic (for lack of a better term) legacy of the vampire sub-genre of horror in general —and movie adaptations of Bram Stoker's Dracula in particular— and their little-known but inescapable ties to antisemitism due to the disturbing similarity between a vampire's most usual traits and several antisemitic tropes.

This is some extremely interesting material, highly relevant to the current times, and I cannot recommend enough to read it in its entirety, that is, including everything added by others in the reblogs. When I reblogged it myself, for a moment I considered adding a comment, but ultimately decided against it: the things I was planning to talk about were barely related to that post's main topic; more importantly, it felt like I'd be joking about a very serious subject and mocking what everyone else contributed with, and I'm sure you'll understand why when I go into details later. In the end, I chose to talk about those things anyway, but on a post wholly separate from the original.

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During the last few months, I came across a meme that has been going around a lot these days (or at least it was popular a few years ago and I'm just catching up now): a scene from Curados de Espanto (it could be literally translated as "Healed from Fright", but the context would turn it into "Helluva Healed"), a Mexican comedy movie parodying vampire stories. For reasons beyond human comprehension (or because the movie didn't become famous in any way, shape or form), the scene in question didn't leave a black mark on Mexico's reputation: a Van Helsing wannabee called "The Great Jacinto" faces a vampire and pulls out a crucifix to get rid of him, but this doesn't work and the vampire reveals he's Jewish, which is implied to render him immune to the effects Christian items and iconography would normally have on a vampire; but worry not, Dear Reader, for that The Great Jacinto is prepared for any and all contingencies (I guess) and he proves this... by pulling out a clearly shoddily-made swastika as he screams a deeply unfortunate German phrase made of two H-words, which doesn't even work either and simply scares the vampire and makes him look to the side for a few seconds (our hero, everybody: he speedran the satire-to-Fascism pipeline, and it was all for nought).

Also during the last few months, I started playing Touhou games, skipping the PC-98 era and going straight to the first title released for Windows: Touhou 6: Koumakyou ~ The Embodiment of Scarlet Devil. The main antagonist and final boss (unless you count the game's Extra Stage) is Remilia Scarlet, a little girl sporting the full package of vampire tropes and then some: she's been living for 500 years while staying young (but this makes her a very experienced adult trapped in the body of a little girl, and the Internet totally didn't get horny on main for that, no sir), can turn into a bat that's also immune to the player's special attacks, has a bunch of good-looking but also highly formidable and loyal female servants defending her mansion (who are also awesome for their own reasons), claims to be the direct descendant of Vlad Țepeș Drăculea himself (which is actually a complete lie according to TouhouWiki, but I still have to check that), etcetera. Unfortunately, that "full package" of vampire stuff also includes Remilia embodying an antisemitic trope, as her attacks are designed with an aesthetic insinuating that either she's Jewish or her being a vampire has something to do with Judaism: she's constantly summoning glyphs that are just the Star of David on a circle (and those glyphs also shoot their own bullet curtains at the player), while a bigger version of such glyphs surrounds Remilia herself during the entire battle; Flandre Scarlet (her secret younger sister, and the true final boss in the Extra Stage I mentioned earlier) does the same things, and Patchouli Knowledge (one of the earlier bosses, and the mini-boss in the Extra Stage) attacks by bringing books with a Star of David drawn on their pages and shooting from them as if they were magic turrets or something.

Both examples aged like milk, that's for sure. But on the other hand, they kind of ended up being very inconsequential.

In particular, the Touhou case could be chalked up to Japanese authors not going outside or touching some grass as much as they should, adding things to their stories that simply looked cool without sitting down and thinking about their implications for five seconds. Touhou 6 is far from being either the first or the last time this happens in popular Japanese media: the creators of Neon Genesis Evangelion openly admitted that Rule of Cool is the sole reason behind all the Christian imagery in that anime; even ZUN (the creator of the Touhou series, and the one-person team of developers for the series' mainline games) did something similar immediately after Touhou 6 since the Extra & Phantasm Stages in Touhou 7 and 8 have Ran Yakumo, Yukari Yakumo and Fujiwara no Mokou flashing their own swastikas in front of the player during their respective boss battles.

As for Curados de Espanto, I'm fairly sure people only started caring about it quite recently, when they had better access to the Internet and that scene became the meme it is now. Really, what still gets me about this whole thing is something entirely different and much more important that also happened some months ago: an amazingly high percentage of Mexicans, most likely including lots of people who laughed and still even laugh at that meme, voted for a left-wing scientific Jewish woman to be their President for the next six years while the rest of the world fell back into Fascism's hands.

[vindria]

Del pixel del atari al full 8k! juegazo" Tenebris Somnia (Demo)

[gurumog]

El Espanto Surge de la Tumba (1972) aka Horror Rises from the Tomb Avco Embassy Dir. Carlos Aured

Practical special effects by Antonio Molina

[elbiotipo]

Estábamos hablando de parasitosis en una charla y en un trabajo el 100% de los encuestados dijo que se baña todos los días, no podía esperar menos de nuestro país estoy orgulloso

[bragascreenshot]

[ochoislas]

OFELIA

I

Sobre la linfa negra en que los astros duermen, flota la blanca Ofelia como una azucena; solevada en sus velos, flota muy despacio. En los bosques resuena una lejana cuerna.

Son ya más de mil años que la triste Ofelia discurre, blanco espectro, por el negro río. Son ya más de mil años que su tierna insania murmura su romance al viento vespertino.

Besa el aura sus pechos y en cáliz distiende vastos velos que mece laciamente el agua. El sauce estremecido sobre su hombro llora, la soñadora sien se inclina a espiar la caña.

Suspíranle en redor las rozadas ninfeas. Y tal vez sobresalta en un aliso quieto un nido del que escapa un parvo repeluzno. Los astros de oro vierten su cantar secreto.

II

¡Pálida Ofelia, ay, como un ampo de nieve, niña fuiste a morir, raptada por un río! Un viento que caló de montes de Noruega de aceda libertad te suspiró al oído.

Desconocido soplo, azotando tu pelo, tu genio soñador llenó de extrañas voces; tu atento corazón la Natura escuchaba si el árbol se quejaba, espiraba la noche.

Como inmenso estertor, la voz de los océanos, tu pecho niño hendía, humano y vulnerable; y tal alba de abril un trasojado príncipe, fue a sentarse a tus pies… y calló, pobre orate.

Cielo, Amor, Libertad: ¡fueron sueños de loca! Te fundías en él como nieve en el fuego. Ligaban tu garganta visiones grandiosas… y espantó tu ojo azul el Infinito horrendo.

III

Y refiere el cantor que a la luz de los astros, flores de tu corona vas buscando a tientas… y que ha visto en el agua, acostada en sus velos, flotar la blanca Ofelia, igual que una azucena.

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OPHÉLIE

I

Sur l'onde calme et noire où dorment les étoiles La blanche Ophélia flotte comme un grand lys, Flotte très lentement, couchée en ses longs voiles… — On entend dans les bois lointains des hallalis.

Voici plus de mille ans que la triste Ophélie Passe, fantôme blanc, sur le long fleuve noir ; Voici plus de mille ans que sa douce folie Murmure sa romance à la brise du soir.

Le vent baise ses seins et déploie en corolle Ses grands voiles bercés mollement par les eaux ; Les saules frissonnants pleurent sur son épaule, Sur son grand front rêveur s'inclinent les roseaux.

Les nénuphars froissés soupirent autour d'elle ; Elle éveille parfois, dans un aune qui dort, Quelque nid, d'où s'échappe un petit frisson d'aile : — Un chant mystérieux tombe des astres d'or.

II

Ô pâle Ophélia ! belle comme la neige ! Oui tu mourus, enfant, par un fleuve emporté ! C'est que les vents tombant des grand monts de Norwège T'avaient parlé tout bas de l'âpre liberté ;

C'est qu'un souffle, tordant ta grande chevelure, À ton esprit rêveur portait d'étranges bruits ; Que ton cœur écoutait le chant de la Nature Dans les plaintes de l'arbre et les soupirs des nuits ;

C'est que la voix des mers folles, immense râle, Brisait ton sein d'enfant, trop humain et trop doux ; C'est qu'un matin d'avril, un beau cavalier pâle, Un pauvre fou, s'assit muet à tes genoux !

Ciel ! Amour ! Liberté ! Quel rêve, ô pauvre Folle ! Tu te fondais à lui comme une neige au feu : Tes grandes visions étranglaient ta parole — Et l'Infini terrible effara ton œil bleu !

III

— Et le Poète dit qu'aux rayons des étoiles Tu viens chercher, la nuit, les fleurs que tu cueillis ; Et qu'il a vu sur l'eau, couchée en ses longs voiles, La blanche Ophélia flotter, comme un grand lys.

Arthur Rimbaud

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