#the true nature of bernadette

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The True Nature of Bernadette (1972)

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Interview with Hanna Alkaf

Today we're excited to hear from author Hanna Alkaf whose latest release THE HYSTERICAL GIRLS OF ST. BERNADETTE'S fits in with the creepy vibe that's often happening in general at this time of year. If you want to know more about the hysterical girls, you can hop over to our recent review. 

I'm not generally someone who reads horror stories, but I really loved QUEEN OF THE TILES [Audrey's review here] and THE WEIGHT OF OUR SKY [Crystal's review here] so this was one I had to pick up. I read THE HYSTERICAL GIRLS OF ST. BERNADETTE'S at a rapid clip. It was fabulous and I'm so glad I moved out of my comfort zone. Thanks to you though I am having to look over my shoulder when I hear dry leaves moving around. ;) It's fall here so that is happening often. Does that sound bother you at all?

The sound of dry leaves doesn’t particularly bother me, but at the risk of sounding totally cruel, I love that it now bothers you! One of the things I love most about horror is its ability to take something completely innocuous and mundane and turn it into something ominous and dread-inducing. A kind of dark magic, if you will.

You have several works that lean toward or are classified as straight up horror. Have you been a horror reader/watcher/writer for a long time?

I absolutely love horror as a genre, whatever the medium — I think it stems from my friends and I whispering scary stories to each other as kids. Ours was a mission school very much like St. Bernadette’s in the book: Old, gothic in design, full of shadowy corners and unnervingly quiet spaces, and rife with rumours about the atrocities Japanese soldiers had committed on school soil during the occupation. It was fertile ground for young imaginations to populate with all manner of ghosts.

I really appreciated your caring note at the beginning of the book. It truly did help to be prepared for what was coming, but also let me know that the author was mindful of the fact that readers come to books with a lot of different backgrounds and experiences. That said, what was it like to research for a book about ghosts and monsters be they human or another form? It seems like some of that could also be challenging to process.

Unfortunately — or perhaps fortunately, depending on your perspective! — I’ve had a lot of experience in writing the darkness, whether it’s natural or supernatural, and have learned what I need to do to cope with diving into that abyss. That includes building in breaks and days off where I immerse myself in spending time with my kids, sketching, or binge-watching romantic K-dramas (the fluffier the better). It also means having a safety net in the form of a husband who knows to watch for signs that I’m having trouble pulling myself out of that darkness, and steps in when necessary.

What led to your choice of having two perspectives? Were there complications or surprises to using that format?

I wanted to contrast two very different perspectives and experiences of the same situation, and two very different ways of processing trauma, while hopefully showing readers that both of those voices were still true and valid and deserved support and belief. Multiple perspectives is such a tricky thing to pull off — you do have to make sure those voices don’t start blurring together, making them as distinct as possible from each other. But I was very surprised by how much I enjoyed being in each character’s head, and how fun it was to weave their stories together.

Do you write with a set schedule each day or are you a writer that fits it in all throughout the day in smaller chunks of time?

When my kids were very little, I had to utilize whatever time I had to get writing done, and it was often in small chunks — 20 mins here, half an hour there, at least one blessed hour during nap time. Nowadays, thankfully, they’re much older and I’m able to carve out time in the day to write while they’re in school — though I often also snatch some writing time in the midst of shuttling them to various after-school activities.

Are you one to manage multiple writing projects at a time or do you like to just focus on thing?

I prefer to focus on one thing at a time — though sometimes, that really isn’t possible!

And what is it that keeps you writing?

The idea that my kids, and kids like them, won’t have to look far to find themselves within the pages of a book.

Are you allowed to tell us about your current and future writing?

Next year, I have a middle grade anthology coming out that I edited called THE BEASTS BENEATH THE WINDS! It’s an illustrated collection of short stories about mythical creatures from Southeast Asia, each written by some of the most brilliant SEA and diaspora kidlit authors; truly, it’s been such an honor and a dream that they agreed to be part of it. I also have another middle grade book in the works, though I can’t tell you too much about that yet. And eventually, when I have some breathing room, I’d like to start working on my first novel for adults.

Do you also read young adult books and if so, are there some newer or forthcoming books you've enjoyed and would recommend for us and our readers?

I loved Wen-Yi Lee’s THE DARK WE KNOW, and I’m excited to dive into THE SCARLET THRONE by fellow Malaysian author Amy Leow!

We always appreciate when authors take time to chat with us. Thanks so much and we look forward to reading more of your work in the future!

[opensesamepandemonium]

#2 (tied)

Fyodor Dostoevsky / Nikolai Gogol - Bungo Stray Dogs

I know I've done my top #10 ships, but TO BE FAIR, I did the list before I finished watching the Decay of Angel's arc so I wasn't privvy to the absolute brain rot of the ship that is: Fyolai.

Starting off with my strongest canon point: Nikolai harbours big big feelings for his Dos-kun. Evidenced by literally all his interactions with Fyodor, how he talks about him to other people, and the actions of LITERALLY HOLDING THE HANDS OF DEATH to express his intimacy.

Speaking of intimacy... Nikolai refers to Fyodor as his 'intimate friend', I mean... c'mon now...if it quacks like a duck..

With how fractured Nikolai's psyche is, it seems logical that he wouldn't be able to experience things like love the same way a normal person would. All he understands is that Fyodor has (probably knowingly) infested Nikolai's brain with intimate emotions, thus tethering the bird to the rat. Naturally, in true Nikolai fashion, this must mean that he needs to kill Fyodor, thus cutting free from that tether.

However, when Fyodor dies at the conclusion of his Meursault game, Nikolai is immediately grieving. Even Dazai is like, "imma let this be" because he recognises that Nikolai is mourning the loss of someone important to him. ALL WHILST HOLDING THE ARM TO HIS HEART AND FACE I MEAN HONESTLY NOW.

As for our rat king, I similiarly believe that he doesn't understand the feelings of love as everything this man does is carefully calculated by that big greasy analytical head of his, leaving no room for emotions.

Saying that though, he canonically demonstrates a fondness for Nikolai. Even when the clown disobeys his plan with the chainsaw cutty-cut, he's pleased to see him in Meursault, and doesn't even question how he's alive (almost like he predicted that Nikolai wouldn't actually follow through with his self-sacrifice, which y'know, he probably did).

Essentially I think that Fyodor has as much feelings for Nikolai as he is capable of. It's easier for them to continue their games of wanting to kill one another than to be vunerable and say "hey, you are my world."

Finally - THE OFFICIAL ART (this one too) seriously, I don't know how they expect us to believe this is a platonic partnership jfc.

I'm sorry this was so long, I just have a lot of feelings and they are two entirely too complex characters to briefly summarise.

Art by: creantzy (who carries the Fyolai fandom, and if you haven't seen their animation to 'Bernadette' you absolutely must)

[sapphanimates]

Okay, so I kinda just want to talk about an au idea I've been tossing around a bit....

superhero teen drama at high school, but sonic

sometimes i hate how my brain sometimes says "oh that's cool, but what if it had anthropomorphic hedgehogs in it?"

So uh, here we go,

take a bunch of characters from the games, give them 'normal person names', and just stick em in high school is the basic premise, but I do have some roles already figured out for the most part. (below cut)

subject to change (duh)

Nicholas Chaos "Sonic" - blue dude with tude. casual jock, troublemaker, and not that great of a student but still has a good group of friends. has enhanced speed (of course), either natural or gifted through a run-in with chaos energy

Sally Acorn "Tiara" - mysterious exchange student. backstory relating to how Robotnik managed to take over her home from the inside, and how she escaped. might be a princess? she calls together all the different gifted students together to form a team of superheroes. she's the tech wiz and behind the scenes guy.

N.I.C.O.L.E - the A.I. that helps Tiara run everything behind the scenes. she can manage communication, location data, and even activate their disguises. I was also thinking that every hero could have their own personal Nicole assistant, like Knuckles' would look like Chaos, Shadow's like Maria, etc. but idk.

Knuckles Equivalent who I haven't named yet - I'm think of making this a Sol Emerald Zone, meaning he would have Fire related abilities and would be of Infernus Tribe decent. He and Mighty are boyfriends.

Kit Prower "Kitsune" - tails but a girl and also evil. she would hide her tails and her true wild colors during school, out of fear of ridicule. emo schoolgirl bookworm vibes from her civilian form. she's very intelligent, as expected. I want her to team up with Robotnik at some point to create Shadow :]

Dr. Julian Robotnik - politcian/teacher/random guy? idk yet. he's smart and also is eggman. can't say much.

Android Shadow - the last Metal Sonic model, and most successful of them. A creative collaboration between Kitsune and Robotnik. He has the ability to disguise himself like a normal hedgehog. He joins the heroes as a spy for Robotnik before changing sides, in which Robotnik destroys him, breaking Kit's heart.

Mighty and Ray - they would be half brothers in this au, with Mighty being full armadillo, whilst Ray is half flying squirrel, half armadillo. they have a close bond. not sure if they would be connected to the heroes outside of Knux and Mighty's relationship.

Amy, Rouge, and Cream - these three would be a team. Amy has a crush on Sonic's superhero ego, but when she asks to join their team, he denies her with the excuse that she's too young. So she gathers her two closest friends and makes a new team. Amy's hero name would be Rosie the Rascal.

other people:

- Jules and Bernadette would be Sonic's parents here.

- Sally's dad. probably a mix of King Acorn and King Dodonpa

- various school teachers; Pickle, Big maybe?

And on an unrelated note, it's artstyle would likely be similar to the Vagabond Hedgehog AU by @tatck because I think it looks really cool and would fit well.

Aaaanyways, that's it for now I guess. Byeee!

[beelsnail777]

Please expand of you tbbt headcannons??

HUH????

I NEVER THOUGHT SOMEONE WOULD LIKE TO HEAR ME TALK ABOUT TBBT?!?!? THANK U KIND SOUL!!! And since i have my headcanons kinda messy in my head, I'll try to organize it by character

Sheldon: autistic with OCD and asexual man, that's for sure. I like to think that he's a little sassy and silly than the original (as it should be), with visual eyebags and little pimples on his cheeks. Also this man doesn't have any favorite musician, he just listen to games and series soundtracks!!!

Amy: The bisexual and autistic woman I love. She's a true weird girl, like her first appearance but in the infodumping about obscure facts kinda way. I guess she doesn't change a lot physical or psychologically with my headcanons bcuz I love her a lot <33!!!

Leornard: I actually thought of him as a trans man, but I don't have that much headcanons of him since I don't like him a lot....... + he has a little beard and acne. Also I like to think he breaks his glasses a lot, but just wear it until tape can save it anymore!!!

Penny: My poor girl, the show treated her badly :(... I like to think that her relationship with Leornad and Sheldon is more like a found family thing, since she's actually younger than them. She has ADHD and BPD, and dyed blonde. Also she's bisexual to me!!! And kinda masc presenting when she's in her aparment.

Howard: Him... Howard is a Weird Al fan and also a huge fan of any 80's related media. He should be more silly! And actually have some fashion sense that is inspired by the 80's. Sorry I don't have many headcanons of him :(.

Bernadette: Chubby girlboss, it's canon chuck told me himself /j SJDJJSJD idk I just really like Bernie being fat, I think it suits her cute but mean persona. And it would be more cute if she with Howard would be a dork dinamic, maybe having Howard being totally head over heels for Bernie and she's just happy that she's with him awww awwww.

Raj: I LOVE HIM, I LOVE HIM A LOT. My beautiful gnc transfem that I love. Rajesh totally embrace feminity as way of comfort, still having a little mustache and his natural curly hair. He's more engaged in social media than the others of his group and he's the one that has more romantic experience with both genders than any of his friends. Also it would be funny is Howard and him dated for a while in college and met up again in work, like "no way, it's ex..." Also, if I get to speak.... A poly relationship with Bernie and Howard.....

That's all I have, sorry if it has typos cuz english it's not my first language :'v

[theonethatwatchesalotofshows]

I know The Big Bang Theory is not very popular on here and it has been accused of all the -isms and phobias in existence but I still very much enjoyed the first seasons. However, like every sitcom it declined in quality in the later seasons. I remember once, when I was only a casual viewer watching it sporadically and not in order, switching from a season 1 episode on one channel to a season 11 episode on another channel and thinking: "Wow, is this even the same show??"

Now, upon rewatching I am on season 8 and I realized that this is the point where the show started going downhill. Not only did they replace most of the nerdy science stuff with relationship drama, there is a bigger issue. And this issue is not unique to TBBT, many sitcoms suffer with this (especially That 70s Show) and that is character flanderization (which means reducing characters into one or two personality traits) or maybe even better said: seemingly random changes in personalities or some characters in order to serve the plot. When it should be the other way around- the plot should come naturally from who these characters are. Let's take a closer look at this.

Penny started off as this sweet, naive bubbly girl that came into the big city doe-eyed and bushy tailed with big dreams. She had a bit of an edge and was sarcastic from the beginning, but in the later seasons she just becomes bitter and at times downright mean. I understand that her dreams not having come true made her bitter, but this change happened seemingly out of nowhere around seasons 5 and 6. She starts being bitter, snappy and irritable. The best example I can think of is from season 8 when Sheldon tells her some fun facts and she angrily tells him to shut up, when in the early seasons she was always interested to learn something more and was even fascinated by their math on the board in the pilot.

Bernadette started off as this nice normal girl but I guess as she became the series regular, writers just had to give her some kind of a personality and what we ended up with was a bossy girl constantly yelling at people and ordering them around. At first it was fine but they flanderized her so much in the later seasons she became super unlikable, at times unbearable.

Amy was just Sheldon in a skirt at first but they did a complete 180 on her personality and made her this horndog. I mean this growth was not that bad, she became more empathetic and human, even explaining to Sheldon why his behavior is bad and making him a better person as well, but I just wish it didn't come so much out nowhere. There could be an explanation for it- being friends with Penny and Bernadette changed her, but it could have been a more natural and gradual change.

The one that pisses me the most is Stuart. He started as this a bit self-deprecating but still funny and charming guy, who was even suave enough to pick up Penny but ended up being a pathetic loser whose dog ran away, whose therapist killed himself, who lost everything good going on in his life and overall was a big Debby downer. Again, completely out of nowhere! Now that I think about it, it's probably because the guys grew up and found girlfriends, so they needed a new pathetic guy who can't get a girl for the jokes, but it wasn't funny, it was just cringe and tragic to watch.

Out of all the characters, Sheldon, Howard and Raj are the only ones who had some kind of positive growth (even though Raj still somehow ended up single, which pisses me off). Leonard at least didn't get completely flanderized, but he stagnated. Didn't move anywhere in his career or accomplish anything noteworthy. The show acted as if him getting the girl he has been simping for, is the best achievement of his life.

[wamtorical]

April 1893

Charlotte had given in to Claudia's advice and moved into the old, worn down cabin within the forest's of Brindleton Bay. Her sister's words rang true: the air here was remarkably fresher compared to Windenburg. Living by the beach was certainly luxurious. The two had been exchanging letters for a while, and Charlotte had chosen to keep her move a secret from Claudia, intending to surprise her sister during a planned visit - once she found the time, of course; abandoned cabin's didn't fix up themselves.

Claudia had eagerly filled Charlotte in on every aspect of her life, sharing her deepest thoughts, emotions, and recent triumphs in chicken breeding and other farm matters. Most importantly, there was also the new addition - a healthy baby girl whom she'd named Jemima Bernadette. Jemima had already past her first birthday, and Charlotte couldn't help but feel a tinge of solemnity that it had taken her so long to relocate to Brindleton Bay. Nevertheless, the eager anticipation of finally meeting her beloved niece kept her spirits high and her excitement unwavering. Amidst the joyous updates, Claudia expressed her concern about certain peculiarities to do with Jemima's skin.

Odd, discoloured marks as she'd put it were covering the delicate babe. The nurses had apparently shown sympathy towards the situation yet told Claudia it posed no health risk. Her sister had extensively written about the potential mistreatement Jemima would perhaps face later in life due to her unique 'condition' and managed to scribble down two whole paragraphs about the predicament. Naturally she'd worry herself to death like one would expect a first time mother to do, but the description of these mysterious marks piqued Charlotte's curiosity, leaving her eager to witness the situation firsthand.

Charlotte's life had settled into a smooth rhythm. The comforting emptiness of her secluded abode within the lush greenery provided a sense of safety and contentment. Free from the responsibilities of raising children—Claudia could take care of that— and devoid of constant companionship, she relished in glorious solitude. Best of all, she was free of any man intruding her peace and quiet.

Charlotte Deane was in her lane at last.

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[theascent]

☼☾ ( gemma chan , 36 , she/her , cisgender female , wolfenbuttel 3) - have you seen ROSINA WOLFENBUTTEL?  we’ve heard through the grapevine that they’re DIGNIFIED but also RESENTFUL. when you think of them , you think of SLENDER FINGERS POISED ABOVE IVORY PIANO KEYS, LETTING THE MUFFLED SOUNDS INFIDELITY LULL YOU TO SLEEP,  AND ALLOWING HATRED TO FESTER IN THE WOUNDS HE CREATED.

if you prick us, do we not bleed?

name: rosina wolfenbuttel birth name: 姜小宛 ( jiang xiaowan ) title: duchess; betrothed to duke frederick age: 36 pronouns: she/her gender: cisgender female nation: brunswick nation of birth: china orientation: bisexual/biromantic

if you tickle us, do we not laugh?

hair: black height: 5 feet, 9 inches eye color: dark brown positive traits: compassionate, romantic, vivacious neutral traits: optimistic, ascetic, delicate negative traits: scornful, calculating, vindictive love language: physical touch, quality time vice(s): pride likes: playing her piano, writing home to her sister, managing the affairs of brunswick estate, walking through the gardens, getting fitted for gowns, gossiping, attending church services, sharing her culture, listening to orchestral music, frederick's frown. dislikes: anything capable of dirtying her dresses, being the last to be told information, the stench of tobacco, windy days, heights, silence, being wronged, frederick.

if you poison us, do we not die?

tw: infidelity and infertility

xiaowan was the eldest daughter born to the duke of the first rank, a title bestowed upon her father for his work in the imperial army. it was this connection that landed her a sponsorship to brunswick. having shown both an affinity and natural talent for the piano, she was taken under the wing of brunswick's most accomplished composers. it was during this time that she met him: frederick wolfenbuttel. this was her destiny. he was her future. suddenly it made sense; it wasn't a matter of fate, but faith. just as she had given herself to god, he had given her frederick. she adopted the name rosina after her favorite pianist, rosina cannabich, and bathed herself in frederick's adoration, allowing his love to soothe the beating heart she wore upon her sleeve. and she was loving, god was she loving. consistently doting on her husband and writing home to her sister just now lucky she was to have settled into such an ardent marriage - but even a woman of faith such as herself could not convince the omniscient entity up in heaven that she was deserving of a glorious life. after failing to convince for the entirety of her marriage, she still managed to reassure herself that one day the seed of an heir would plant itself insider her womb, and finally rosina and frederick's family would feel complete. but as the years passed the two only grew distant and frederick, unfaithful. still, rosina never strayed. never even looked the way of men who weren't the man she promised herself to. but that was then. and france? oh, france was now. her vows no longer belonged to fredrick, but to vengeance. retribution. rosina ensured the estate was cared for. rosina checked on the wellbeing of the servants. rosina corroborated every story, every lie frederick uttered. and so, it's only natural that it be rosina to take brunswick. to end frederick wolfenbuttel. to watch him suffer just as he did her.

and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?

tw: loss of faith

☼ rosina wants revenge. against frederick. against bernadette. against brunswick. hell, against the entirety of the human race. this is her purpose in france. ☼ she has grown further from religion. why would her god allow such a heinous act to take place under her roof. didn't she pray enough? wasn't she faithful enough? so then why wasn't she enough? ☼ "poor rosina. how could the duke do this to such a lovely woman? dignified. classy. noble." this may have been true, once upon a time. back when her husband occupied the space next to her. when their hands held on to one another. now? it's a farce. the more people she can turn against that bastard, the better. allies will legitimize her rule. when she rules. because she will. she'll make sure of it. ☼ she does not want frederick dead. no. that's too easy. egocentric playboys deserve to watch their life turn to dust. to shambles. unable to do a thing but sit and watch as the relationships forged between fathers and grandfathers crumble under the weight of your actions. the knowledge that you are responsible.

"heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned."

paramour: if frederick can have one, why can't she? sick of remaining faithful to a man with no intention of doing the same, she finds comfort in your embrace. whether or not love will bloom can be discussed! note: this is a new lover, one she meets in france as she has only recently allowed herself to push her husband to the back of her mind. accomplice: for whatever reason, you offer to help rosina enact her revenge. she doesn't want your aid, nor does she think she needs it. and yet, your company is strangely encouraging. bonus for this doubling as an enemies to lovers. and as always, bring on the friends.

[gerogerigaogaigar]

Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain

Oh no! It's another one of my Favorite Albums Of All Time™. This is the best rock album of the 90's. Somehow blending ennui and deep longing into one contradictory emotion. Crooked Rain speaks to the contradictory feelings of growing up in a middle class suburb. The rebellion vs the comfort. The desire for something that you don't know what it is, but you need it so bad. It's an album about growing up, but it's great contradiction is that it brings me back to childhood every time I hear it. And that isn't nostalgia talking either, I didn't hear this album at all until I was out of high school. If you only listen to one album off the list so far make it this one.

LCD Soundsystem - Sound Of Silver

Deadpan irony delivered with dispassionate sincerity. It's hard to tell whether LCD Soundsystem is making fun of you for having feeling or if they're making fun of you for thinking that you don't. Are they genuinely mad about being mistaken for a European band or are they joking? Is the title track sympathetic or dismissive of teenage angst? Is party culture self destructive or triumphant? The lack of any real answers meld with the slow building and steady instrumentals to create a world where the answers are whatever conclusion you draw. Maybe things can be more than one thing.

Usher - Confessions

Ngl man if you gotta write two back to back songs apologizing for shit then she's probably in the right to leave your ass lol. This album is solid. I think it drags a little, but its not like it's top heavy or anything. I think I just get bored with sensitive R&B guys faster than others. The fact that the album's tone is to be unapologetically horny but also very apologetic at the same time is hilarious to me. I know it isn't deliberate camp but when Usher goes from I'm good at sex songs to please take me back songs it's like environmental storytelling for toxic dudes.

Los Lobos - How Will the Wolf Survive

I'll admit that a sorta folksy sorta rockabilly album from 84 is not an exciting prospect to me. It wasn't bad by any means, but it didn't rock my world either. Not a complete bust though since there is some nice accordion playing here and that always makes me happy.

Elvis Costello - My Aim Is True

The idea to wrap up the brattiest, meanest lyrics in Buddy Holly style rock n roll was one of the greatest masterstrokes of the 70s punk scene. Typically when an artist tries to emulate past styles, especially from the pre stereo era, they either emulate too perfectly and end up derivative or they fail entirely and wind up sounding sterile. Elvis Costello somehow avoids this entirely. The lo fi punk rock production compliments the 50s throwback aesthetics in a way that feels authentic to both styles.

The Four Tops - Reach Out

When I was a child my dad listened exclusively to an oldies station that didn't seem to realize that music existed outside of the years 1951-1968. Hits from the Motown records label were naturally staples of their lineup and the songs that always stood out to me happened to be by The Four Tops. I Can't Help Myself, Bernadette, Walking In The Shadows Of Love, and Reach Out I'll Be There wound up being some of the most foundational songs of my childhood. This album contains three of those four songs. The only real point of this anecdote is to explain how I'm not qualified to review anything by The Four Tops. Hell I even named myself after Levi Stubbs' character from Little Shop of Horrors. This isn't one of my favorite albums of all time, but it contains some of my most essential songs of all time.

Hüsker Dü - New Day Rising

Right in the middle of their discography and in the middle of their evolution from hardcore punk to alt rock pioneers. New Day Rising almost feels like it could have been an early emo influence. Buzzsaw guitars threaten to drown out helplessly shouted vocals. And far from the traditional punk aesthetic that prized political lyricism and outward facing aggression Bob Mould writes personal and introspective songs. Without a doubt this album, while not a turning point in and of itself, is still part of a large scale shift in what rock music would be going forward.

[explorationofthesunkenplace]

Blog Post #3

(This excerpt © 2024 by Jazmyn) This excerpt is 478 words 

Candyman is a film that needs no introduction. While I had not seen the original before this class, I was told time and time again that it gave everyone nightmares when they had first seen it on release. Watching it, I finally understood what they meant. 

Candyman is a film that made me feel uneasy and, as the film went on, I started to believe that I shouldn’t say “Candyman” five times. The visuals and the use of real bees on the set whenever Candyman appeared made the film that much more believable. The acting was magnificent, specifically the acting of Tony Todd. His chilling voice echoing in those dark, eerie moments added to the nightmarish presentation of the Candyman.

While I acknowledge the greatness of the horror behind the original film, there are many problematic elements that can overshadow its prestige as a horror film. This includes how Cabrini Green was exaggerated as an urban jungle. It was disturbing to discover that Cabrini Green was made to look dirtier by the crew sprinkling trash around it. An urban, black-dominated neighborhood was made to look trashy, dirty, and unsafe despite that not being true to reality. 

There is also the idea of black characters appearing as props and not people. In one of the scenes, the black men were wearing matching jackets to appear uniform to one another. These black men were also pursuing the white women for seemingly no reason. This occurred in the scene where they cornered Helen in the bathroom and pulled out a hook to attack her with. The hook being used as a weapon is unrealistic, as well as the unnecessary violent behavior of the black men. 

Candyman had also targeted his own people rather than seeking revenge on those that had killed him. In actuality, Candyman should have been targeting and trying to kill Helen rather than being obsessed with her. Helen is a descendent of the type of people that had made Candyman a victim of racist violence. However, in the film, Candyman kills his own people instead of seeking revenge on those who had harmed him. An example of this is him killing Bernadette despite her not saying his name 5 times. Normally, this incantation results in the person saying it to die. Not only is she not related to the perpetrators of his death, but her death directly contrasts with the lore of the film by her not saying the incantation.  Despite the problematic nature of this film, I found myself enjoying Candyman and being scared by it. What stood out to me the most in this film was the acting of Tony Todd. For me, he makes it enjoyable and rewatchable. However, I find it is important to recognize the problematic elements of the film to discourage future filmmakers from integrating these types of themes into their work.

[fangsandfeels]

Oct 06 - Favorite Origins NPC

There are many notable NPCs to think of, so I'd rather make a list.

Duncan

Even though he gets killed very early in the game, he is the one who kicks the Warden's journey in motion. In many cases, he is the one saving their life. Of course, in Bernadette's case, she hated him for it. For using her life as a bargain, for dragging her away from her parents - not letting her either save them or die with them. For dying and leaving her in this mess. Naturally, as she progressed, she started understanding him better. Staying idle and counting on everyone's decency and loyalty to treaties would have resulted in Ferelden perishing long before the Fifth Blight. At the end of the day, Duncan did what he had to - and now she could see that it weighted on him heavily.

Loghain

Yes, Bernadette included him in her grudge, but personally I grew to like and respect his character. Especially, recently. Imagine spilling blood and fighting against an oppressive occupying empire who considers your people, your culture, and your traditions inferior. Imagine winning your freedom at a heavy cost and knowing there is a long, long way ahead of you -- to be acknowledged and recognized by other states.

Knowing, that you will be criticized, prodded for weakness, and still treated as a barely autonomous piece of land waiting for a "true strong ruler".

Imagine loving your homeland fiercely, because nobody in the world will love it and fight for it like you did. And then imagine seeing your new ruler acting all friendly with the very oppressive empire merely 30 years after getting free from its grasp.

As if there wasn't any occupation. As if it didn't oppress your people. As if it didn't kill, enslave and plunder. As if it doesn't still see you as inferior, an unruly vassal who needs to be returned under its rule. As if none of that ever happened and you should just smile and accept it, and spit on the graves of all the people killed by Orlesians.

Imagine seeing it all and knowing that decades of resistance and lives sacrificed would all be pissed on by one idiot handing Ferelden over on a silver platter.

Imagine feeling completely and utterly alone in your wish to protect your homeland, to keep it safe from its enemies - while everyone around seem to be either blind, stupid, crazy or both.

No, truly, I can't judge Loghain. He wasn't without his flaws but his goals were far from selfish and not without reason. Also, his hatred was not without reason.

And now, for my personal favorites:

Ash Warrior Leader

Listen, you can't make a faction of gruff berserkers who fight side by side with their battle hounds, and not expect me to be interested. Ash Warriors are fascinating, underexplored, and, sadly, will never be properly explored.

However, given that these mad lads allegedly survived battle under Ostagar and walked it off showed how badass they are and they will forever be relevant in my heart.

[privilege-rpg]

BONNIE KING

☆ FULL NAME: Bonnie Reagan King ☆ GENDER: Ciswoman ☆ PRONOUNS: She/Her ☆ AGE: 25 (February 16th, 1999) ☆ TYPE: Full sibling; solo ☆ HOMETOWN: Brentwood, California ☆ JOB: Studio Hand/Teacher at Cracked Glaze Ceramics Studio ☆ SCHOOL: Art History Doctorate student ☆ SEXUALITY: Queer ☆ FACECLAIM: China Anne McClain

ABOUT BONNIE

Bonnie Reagan King was born Bonnie Bernadette Brown, a mere twenty minutes before her twin. And if asked, that’s when she says her life went to shit. Being the middle child of the Browns was anything but a walk in the park. Bonnie was held to what felt like a higher standard than her twin and if she wasn’t wrong, she didn’t matter.

For a few years, Bonnie just played into what her parents wanted. She was quiet, well behaved, but as the differences in how she was treated became more obvious, Bonnie started to resent and rebel. If she was going to be punished for the little things, she might as well go big with it. Much to her parents dismay. Their perfect family image was hard to maintain with a child in full on rebellion. Even still, they did what they could to force her down and keep her in line.

Bonnie was a bit of a jack of all trades growing up. Took to anything put in front of her with ease, but she never stuck with anything too long, except when she was forced to. She had her true interests that she kept close to her chest, not wanting to be pushed further in them and growing to hate them. 

While her rebellion meant a number of questionable run ins with the law and trouble in school, Bonnie was still academically succeeding, because she knew she’d need college to get out and away from her parents. She also did various odd jobs and stashed any money she could away, applied for scholarships and basically took every opportunity to guarantee she’d make it out of California and away from her parents and family name as soon as she was old enough and free to.

Within a year of graduation, Bonnie had gone no contact with her family and changed her name. She’d also changed from a ceramics major to an art history major with minors in anthropology and ceramics. The reason for this was because of the first professor she really cliqued with, who she felt understood her and saw her for more than her family. She was the head of the art history department and encouraged her to actually follow her passions. Which, as much as she liked ceramics and pottery, all the years of doing it in secret to avoid being pushed to do it more taught her she didn’t want to do it for a living. But history? It had always interested her and art history captivated her in ways traditional history did not.

After receiving a master’s degree abroad, and tired of her parents continued pestering, despite doing her best to not be in contact with them, Bonnie decided to play a little game. She proposed that her parents pay for her to get her doctorate and she’d reconsider her place in the family. It was noncommittal on her part, but it would get her doctorate paid for and she could easily leave after, since she only agreed to reconsider things, not actually do it. Though, she did set aside funds to cover her tuition at PSU if needed.

In college is when Bonnie fully came into herself, shedding the parts of herself she’d used as protection from her family and their name. She’s highly expressive, unafraid to look like someone took the question “gay or artist” and stamped a large red “YES” on it. But she also takes pride in dressing to impress, something she always resented as a child and teen. Though, just about everything she owns has trace elements of clay, because while art history is where her future lies, her love of ceramics and pottery holds her heart and tends to dominate her free time.

FAMILY BACKGROUND

Maxwell Brown is the most awarded black actor the academy has ever had and Simone Brown, professionally known as just Simone, was the Supermodel of the 80s and 90s. So, naturally these two superstars crossed paths. While their relationship started off as PR to promote their romance movie (think this universes The Bodyguard), it didn’t take long for them to fall in love for real. Soon they were married and had started a family. Not only were they household names, but soon their children would be too. The constant pressure to appear perfect was something Maxwell and Simone inherited in their parenting. They loved their children but as people there were hypercritical, self involved, overprotective and self righteous. With the world’s eyes on them, being a Brown wasn’t for the weak. All that privilege came at a price, but they could afford it.

[mariabernadetteroxas]

Beyond Borders- A Global Humanitarian's Compassionate Quest

Meet Maria Bernadette Roxas-Smith, a woman of significant caliber whose life is an intriguing interplay of diverse cultures. Born into a family boasting a rich and varied heritage that spans across multiple countries, her life story is an embodiment of unwavering determination and remarkable resilience. This sturdy blend of traits is a guiding force that leads her to a noble endeavor within the expansive domain of humanitarian efforts. As we navigate through the intricate tapestry of her existence in this article, we shed light on her profound commitment to compassion and service, a quest that knows no boundaries and aims to instill a positive impact on a global scale. Her journey, quite like her spirit, refuses to be confined within geographical limitations, reinforcing her relentless pursuit to foster positive change.

Maria Bernadette Roxas-Smith

Raised in a multicultural environment that encompassed various cultures, languages, and traditions, our protagonist was exposed to a rich tapestry of diversity from a young age. This immersive upbringing nurtured a global perspective, allowing her to appreciate the interconnectedness and interdependence of the world on a profound level. Moreover, the diverse backgrounds and experiences within her own family further deepened her understanding and empathy towards different perspectives and struggles. It was this unique combination of global awareness and innate compassion that laid a solid foundation for her future endeavors as a dedicated global humanitarian, driven by a genuine desire to make a positive impact in the lives of others, regardless of their nationality or background.

Maria Bernadette Roxas-Smith is steadfastly committed to her quest to assist in disaster-stricken regions, a true testament to her humanitarian spirit. Whether it be earthquakes, hurricanes, or tsunamis, these catastrophic natural disasters often leave behind an immense path of destruction, one that extends far beyond the limitations of national boundaries. Her deep-rooted sense of responsibility and unwavering dedication drive her to actively participate in providing aid and relief to those affected communities, ignoring the borders on a map. Her efforts are not confined to a specific geographic area, rather she operates on a global scale, reflecting her belief in the interconnectedness of humanity and the shared obligation to help those in dire need.

Her involvement in disaster relief is not merely about offering immediate assistance; it's about fostering long-term recovery and resilience. Through partnerships with various international organizations, she contributes to sustainable initiatives that rebuild communities and empower locals to withstand future challenges. Her tireless efforts echo the belief that compassion knows no borders, and the pursuit of a better world requires a global perspective.

Championing causes that transcend cultural boundaries is another dimension of her compassionate quest. In a world often marked by cultural differences, our protagonist recognizes the importance of finding common ground. Through her work, she strives to bridge cultural gaps and promote understanding among diverse communities.

Whether it's advocating for gender equality, education, or healthcare, she understands that the issues affecting humanity are universal. By fostering collaboration and dialogue, she actively dismantles the barriers that divide us, emphasizing the shared responsibility we all have in creating a more equitable and just world. Her commitment to inclusivity serves as a powerful example of how compassion can be a unifying force, transcending the limitations of nationality or ethnicity.

Maria Bernadette Roxas-Smith's immersive experiences in humanitarian work on an international scale have brought her face to-face with a broad spectrum of challenges, complications, and a multitude of realities. Whether it's mastering the subtle complexities of global politics, comprehending the diverse socio-economic terrains, or appreciating and respecting the subtle differences in cultural contexts, it requires more than just empathy. It necessitates a profound understanding of how global issues are interlinked, how they intersect and influence one another. Despite the challenges, she remains undeterred, unwavering in her conviction that collective effort and a unified approach are the keys to addressing and overcoming the world's most daunting challenges.

One of the remarkable aspects of her journey is the network of like-minded individuals and organizations she has cultivated across the globe. Recognizing that tackling global issues requires a collaborative approach, she actively seeks partnerships with entities that share her vision for positive change. This collaborative spirit extends beyond traditional borders, emphasizing the interconnectedness of humanity in addressing shared concerns.

In the pursuit of a better world, education plays a pivotal role in her compassionate quest. Our humanitarian understands that empowering individuals with knowledge is a catalyst for positive transformation. Through educational initiatives, she strives to break the cycle of poverty and inequality, believing that access to quality education is a fundamental right that should be extended to every corner of the globe.

Her endeavors in the field of education are not confined merely to conventional academic contexts. She also devotes her efforts to programs that emphasize the enrichment of skills and vocational training. Maria Bernadette Roxas-Smith adamantly believes in investing in people’s intellectual capacities and hands-on abilities, creating avenues for individuals to enhance their skills and apply them effectively. She visualizes a future where every person, irrespective of their background or life circumstances, possesses the necessary tools and skills to contribute in a significant and meaningful way to their respective communities. This vision is grounded in the idea of an egalitarian society that values the unique contributions of every individual, thereby fostering an atmosphere of mutual growth and shared prosperity.

As we celebrate this global humanitarian's compassionate quest, it's essential to acknowledge the personal sacrifices and challenges she faces. The emotional toll of witnessing human suffering on a global scale, coupled with the logistical complexities of coordinating international relief efforts, requires immense resilience. Yet, it is precisely this resilience that defines her character, driving her to persevere in the face of adversity.

The compassionate quest of this global humanitarian serves as a beacon of hope in a world often marred by strife and division. Her commitment to making a positive impact knows no borders, and her unwavering determination is a testament to the transformative power of empathy and action. As we join Maria Bernadette Roxas-Smith’s in celebrating the humanitarian spirit that transcends geographical boundaries, let us also reflect on our collective responsibility to contribute to a world where compassion knows no borders, and the pursuit of a better future is a shared endeavor.

[harderrain-sweetersun]

Blog Post 3 Sunken Place: On Candym*n

I first watched Nia DaCosta’s 2020 Candyman a few years ago, when it originally came out. While I loved the movie as a horror fan, I could not truly understand the power of DaCosta’s Candyman until I watched the 1992 original film this past week. The 1992 Candyman follows a white graduate student, Helen, who is doing a research project on urban legends and becomes fascinated by the story of Candyman. Helen soon becomes targeted by Candyman as she refuses to believe in him, and he ends up destroying her life. In the film, Candyman’s backstory is explained as a former slave who painted portraits for wealthy whites. He fell in love with a white woman, and she eventually became pregnant. In response, he was brutally lynched—his hand was cut off and he was covered in honey next to a beehive. Notably, in the original story written by Clive Barker, Candyman was not even black. The 1992 film added the element of race, but did so in a highly problematic way.

The brutalization of black bodies is the first notable aspect that makes the 1992 Candyman problematic. Though Candyman was supposedly a former slave, in the 1992 film, he targets the black neighborhood of Cabrini-Green rather than enacting any sort of revenge for his horrific death. In addition, although Bernadette does not say Candyman’s name five times, she was the one killed by him at first. In addition, black actors in Candyman are portrayed more so as props than as people. Stereotypes are rampant in the 1992 film: Bernadette as the black best friend, the black thugs who beat up Helen, Anne-Marie as a black single mother. Moreover, even the dialogue from black characters seems to be used only in two ways: to perpetuate black stereotypes or to use their blackness as a protection against underlying racist dialogue. For instance, when Bernadette and Helen are exploring the housing project, Bernadette speaks about how it “smells” and how she is scared by the people living there. Though she is a black character, the dialogue was written by wealthy white men—men who were likely using Kasi Lemmons’ blackness as a cover for racist dialogue/tropes. Moreover, there is the problematically cartoon-ish nature of Cabrini-Green in itself. In an interview, the producers of the original film spoke about how they had to bring in trash to make the housing project look worse. In the bathroom scene, “sweets to the sweet” was literally written in feces, and no black character bats an eye. The highly problematic nature of the original film, however, does not take away from the impact of the relevance of Candyman to the horror world—especially with DaCosta’s new film in 2020.

DaCosta’s Candyman, unlike the original, is truly a black horror film. Rather than filming yet another racist movie portraying black monstrosity, the 2020 film portrays Candyman as an avenger. No black bodies are hurt (at least on screen) by Candyman, who instead seeks retribution/ redemption for the racial violence of his past. The movie ends with the infamous line, “TELL EVERYONE,” an homage to Candyman as more than a “monster” —rather, an avenging angel. DaCosta’s 2002 film was able to create dread without retraumatizing her audience, and is a true representation of iconic Black horror.

[marniquehaagenart]

This piece named ‘Bernadette’s Curse’ that was roughly sketched and then drawn over in biro is a scene which is a key part of one of ,h original stories. This image represents some of the darker themes within my stories. The blank space around the hand creates a glow as Bernadette is gifted the ability to see one’s true nature, but the thorns in her eyes contrast this as she is blinded to the world around her.

(April 2022)

[honorhearted]

Finally, Ben felt comfortable enough to start sampling the light fare on his plate. While he attempted polite and proper bites (it was a bit difficult to resist tearing into his food like a heathen, given his lack of proper nutrition for months), he tried to ignore Lorraine's sharp and critical gaze.

Looking up when she spoke of Andre's contribution, he flashed a smile and inclined his head. "And I thank him most humbly, madam," Ben said. "Without people like your husband, I can sadly attest that we would be sending home far more men in caskets...and in some cases, not at all. It aggrieves me how we've had to bury so many dead without returning them to their homes." Averting his eyes again, he murmured, "Your husband is a hero amongst our ranks. I can assure you, I will never overlook his sacrifice. I only wish he was here so that I could tell him myself."

In that moment, the pall was suddenly shattered by the entrance of a frazzled maid and a young, vivacious girl clearly imbued with mischief. Despite Louise's clear horror, Ben tried his best to fight back a grin. The chastisements continued in French, but the girl -- or Bernadette, as she was introduced -- plopped down without a care before flashing him a bright, beatific grin that was missing a tooth.

Unable to help it, Ben grinned right back, no longer so concerned with keeping up appearances. "Charmed," he said, holding out a hand for her to accept. "You may call me Ben, if it so pleases you."

He loved children. Although many adults were appalled by their wild, rambunctious nature, Ben found that this was when he loved them most -- to see them in their true element, rather than corralled and controlled and being robbed of their light.

To Louise, he added, "I'm so sorry to hear of your son, madam. If you will allow it, perhaps I can stop by again with some books for him to read while he is on bedrest? I was a schoolteacher prior to the war, so I can assure you, I have quite the collection for both girls and boys. I do not discriminate in my gift of education."

Glancing back toward Lorraine with a fond smile, Ben lifted his wine to his lips just as Louise posed her question: "Sir, you have expressed great interest in my daughter. I would like to know what it is your intentions are."

On impulse, he choked into his crystal glass, setting it down with a dull and tremulous thunk. Visibly shaken, he blinked a few times before stammering, "Oh, I...w-well...we have only just met, madam, but I am quite fond of your daughter, and am of the belief that we should mutually be drawn to the other. I would never force myself into a courtship if it was not her desire, so I...I-I have invited her to attend an officers banquet in a fortnight." Cheeks growing warm, he spared Lorraine a shy smile and added, "My intentions, as you call them, are merely to know your daughter -- to spend time with her and alleviate the darkness with her untouchable light. During this war, I've endured quite a bit of evil and uncertainty, Mrs. Duplantier, so I just...for at least one moment, would love to bask in her goodness. It's the one sure thing I've discovered during my service."

Lorraine's mother was a traditional woman who was set in her ways, clinging to the finer things, relying upon them to bring her comfort in her everyday life as her husband played soldier and her daughters induced terrible migraines -- worrying that she would never successfully marry them off at suitable ages to wealthy suitors.

Lorraine herself, however, was much different. The new ideas and philosophical outlooks of the age had captivated her into admiration for the simpler things. It was not material things that brought happiness, but knowledge and love -- things that could only be obtained if one was not occupied with irrelevant earthly pursuits. That is where true beauty could be found. It was plain to see that Ben was a man of similar thinking. He cared not for wealth like the countless aristocrats she'd been surrounded by her entire life. His heart was honest and true, just as they'd discussed back at the tavern, a place far more appealing than her mother's dinner table.

Louise's smile remained politely pleasant despite the piercing stare as she deliberated her opinion of Benjamin, reserving judgement perhaps until the end of the evening.

"We've been here for about two years. My husband has worked far longer to encourage France's support of your troops and is responsible for the supplies you've been receiving since before our military joined the fight."

At that moment, a maid entered, dragging along a young girl with long brunette curls, wild dark eyes, and dirt on her cheeks that the servant continued to attempt to wipe away as she corralled her to remain in the doorway. The girl pouted in protest as she silently fought the cloth from her face.

"So sorry madam, I found her out with the chickens again. I chased her clear 'round the property before I caught her."

Louise exclaimed and spoke French in an appalled tone, clapping her hands together sharply to attract the young girl's attention. The girl promptly bounded to a chair beside Benjamin, plopping down and reaching for a fork before glancing up at the visitor with a grin -- one of her front juvenile teeth missing.

"This is my youngest daughter, Bernadette," said Louise, "My son, Henri is not feeling well, so the maid put him down early and my eldest, Jean Claude is serving with his father."

Louise set down her silverware and straightened in her chair, "Normally this job would belong to Andre, but seeing as he is not here, it falls to me. Sir, you have expressed great interest in my daughter. I would like to know what it is your intentions are."