#house of vera

[shmunter]

little beebo’s misery is increasing

(endings 9/10 spoilers)

[dykefyre]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OLIVIA COOKE ♡ december 27, 1993 (insp)

[artbyblastweave]

Frederick Sinclair is a really interesting foil to Mr. House. I mean you start digging into this and it's just parallel after parallel after parallel. Start at the high level. House sinks inordinate amounts of resources into saving the city of Las Vegas - not the people, but the city- from nuclear destruction; as long as the stage endures, he can get anyone to wear the costumes. Sinclair sets up an entirely new "community" totally off-the-grid for the sake of protecting one woman, plasters that place with her likeness. House is a visionary with a 200-year action plan to rebuild society in his image, bootstrap space exploration, and construct an interplanetary empire; Sinclair sank everything he had into building the most secure facility possible for a woman who he knew was terminally ill anyway, just to ensure that her last few years lived in the aftermath of the nuclear apocalypse would be as comfortable as possible- there's a fundamental pessimism baked into what he was doing. Both House and Sinclair relied heavily on automated defensive systems and cutting-edge, esoteric technologies to accomplish their ends, but House built his power base on proprietary robotics and computing technology, much of which he personally designed- an outgrowth of his policy of never widening his circle any more than he absolutely has to. Sinclair, in his naive techno-optimism, outsourced his utopia, grabbing flashy third-party technologies like a kid in a candy store- opening a backdoor for the Think Tank to poison his city and ultimately getting everyone at the Gala Event killed when the holograms malfunctioned and went berserk.

Their management styles are inverse. House allows countless abuses to occur under his aegis because he subscribes to a libertarian-when-convenient philosophy where he doesn't much care what the little people do as long as he gets his cut and they don't rock the boat too much- a hands-off approach that fosters resentment amongst his subordinates, lets the White Gloves and Omertas get up to untold levels of fuckery while Freeside languishes and Benny conspires against him. Sinclair, by contrast, had a sincerely-held utopian-straight-edge safety-first micromanagement approach built into the very bones of the casino, he appeared to genuinely give a shit about the safety of the construction crew on the villa, and he was well-liked by nearly everyone who had any direct contact with him- and yet untold horrors also went down under his aegis, because his myopic focus on building the vault for Vera let Dean Domino and the Think Tank run circles around him, good intentions be damned. Their respective interpersonal dispassion and obsession are on display in how they react to betrayal. House's tone never rises above exasperation when it comes time to clean house of Benny, the Omerta Leadership and the White gloves; he treats them as problems to be solved, gears that are slightly out of alignment; By contrast, when Sinclair learns that Dean and Vera have been playing him, he channels the monomaniacal energy he previously directed towards protecting Vera towards the goal of building the perfect poetic-ironic death trap for her and Dean.

There are some other parallels in their personal lives. For one thing they both trusted a pastiche of a 40s lounge singer a lot more than they should have. They both tried to digitize, immortalize their girlfriends- and the discrepancy in how they went about it is telling. House's recreation of Jane isn't terribly robust, and in terms of House's overall project she's an afterthought. She's more a sock-puppet than a person, a sanded-down copy of a woman who died forever-and-a-half ago, forever agreeable, never saying no. Convenient. Only the most superficial visual elements preserved- an illustration of her face on a robotic chassis. Sinclair was obsessive in recreating Vera, preserving her likeness. It's all over the villa, her hologram is everywhere, her voice is everywhere. The terminal in the lightwave lab in Old World Blues reveals that he was still obsessed with getting her hologram right even after the love curdled into hate. All of it a monument to the real woman, and yet in all of it the real woman is still lost, buried under the mythologized projection. He didn't respect the real person enough to let her know that she was dying. A total failure of preservation from the opposite direction. (Except in the suites, where you can hear her very authentic dying pleas.)

You find both of them in their basements. House only looks a little better than Sinclair, but he's got much more of a voice in the narrative. He took steps to make sure he'd be around to tell you what he thinks about everything, fine-tuned the voice with which he speaks to the world, the face he presents. It matters to him that he gets to tell his own story. We find out a lot about House, from House; but for the kind of figure that he is, a shocking amount of what we learn about Sinclair comes from other people, people who knew him or wrote about him. The only image of him you can find is a downplayed element of a larger mosaic. The two documents you find that're written from his perspective have been buried for 200 years, and they're yards from his corpse. And the more recent of the two is an apology. I mean admittedly at the point where he wrote that apology Sinclair was personally turbofucked regardless. If the cloud didn't get him the holograms would have, or the radiation, or, or, or. You can read some level of ego into what he did in the face of that. But however futile it was, he died in the specific way that he did because he recognized that he'd done something awful, and he was trying everything he could think of to correct it. Somehow I find it very hard to imagine House doing either of those things- admitting fault or putting skin of his own in the game to make it right.

[incorrectsibunaquotes]

something really refreshing about house of anubis is that despite a main plot point of the show throughout all three seasons being eternal youth, it’s never a woman who’s obsessed with it. the only characters that are actually super fixated on the idea of eternal youth and beauty are male.

[child0feden]

୨୧ i really cannot BELIEVE how little fanfic there is for this man… he’s SO fucking hot, get out of here… got some dating headcanons for him in the drafts, they should be done soon <3

[lilyflowerhere]

Girl failureverse

[lambf4rm]

cool girl

[here-lies-beetlejuice]

The Conjuring (2013)

The Old Arnold Estate, located in Harrisville, R.I., is an authentic colonial home, circa 1736. Its paranormal past runs deep, as far back as the 1700’s housing spirits and a series of tragedies.

The paranormal phenomena was made famous by The Conjuring movie in 2013, a story based on the infamous acts of Bathsheba Sherman, believed to be a witch. She was accused of murdering a baby using a sewing needle and, after her death, her malevolent spirit supposedly haunted the house.

[inlovewithfairies]

I'm trying to raise funds for an adventure*, anyone want to commision a fic?

I promise in the last 3 years my writing got way better.

* I do have a day job but bruh our economy is baaaaad these days

[dykefyre]

fatima aamer bilal, i know fire like i know my home; they burn the same.

[celasteria]

if Wentworth had Twitter 2/?

[incorrectsibunaquotes]

Vera jumping straight to death threats when she found Mara in her room was crazy. Like, she did NOT have to do all that

[viharmons]

₊˚🕯️ my blog introduction. 🕯️ ‧₊˚

a little bit about me:

welcome to my blog, just call me vi. i’m a teenager, and i won’t state my age, so don’t ask. i go by she/her, and i love all things spooky. even my ghost boyfriend, zachary. ༼ つ ╹ ╹ ༽つ

about my blog:

my blog is all about violet harmon. i post her outfits, as i have been collecting exacts for a while now. i mainly blog about things i love or even find funny. this is like my personal diary, i jot things down on here and post them with no exact target audience.

my interests:

horror elements, such as films, tv shows, and books.

antiques and old knickknacks.

archive fashion.

writing.

reading.

music.

photography.

film.

books and comics.

eclectic style.

painting and drawing.

scrapbooking.

guitar. (acoustic and electric.)

piano.

my favorite artists/bands:

cocteau twins

the psychedelic furs

the clash

hole

strange boutique

team sleep

christian death

bauhaus

talking heads

ramones

lush

throwing muses

widowspeak

red house painters

mazzy star

the beach boys

lights on

air

elliot smith

the doors

angelfish

morrissey

the smiths

jeff buckley

nirvana

the kinks

fiona apple

siouxsie and the banshees

last words:

i know that was unnecessarily long, but if you’re interested in any of these things, let me know! i’m open to making new friends. that’s about all i have to say, thank you for reading.

[mask-of-anubis]

so where do we think vera went after she disappeared? it’s gotta be weird to go back to being a grifter/chef after being offered royalty in the Egyptian afterlife.

[wh0-is-lily]

Daises (Sedmikrásky), 1966

Directed by Věra Chytilova

[planty-gal]

On todays episode of “Claire makes a mess of her kitchen”… this is my aloe vera and it needs a repot