Two Grogodiles ready for @designercon this weekend! #artdoll #missmonster #designercon2016 #grogodile
redraw of everyone lookin at spock
Going along with a wish to avoid rec’ing utterly dark and twisted material during the last week of the year, with holidays and family and all that, so here’s a fun one. A really fun one. About which… hmmm… not sure what I can say to those who haven’t read before, except to give this original summary, which came from @tinsnip when they posted:
“Cosmetic surgery is clearly very easy in the Federation. Easy enough that one can become a Klingon with almost no prep time. Or give Quark a cisfemale body and hormones to match. And heck, if it’s that easy, and if you’ve always been curious about how the other half lives but you don’t really want to change the rest of your body… why not just switch genitals?”
So let that be fair warning to you. If you DO NOT want to read about such a thing… in details… well, don’t click.
And as for the pic of the basket, ONLY by clicking will you find your answer.
Excerpt:
He heard a faint, gasping chuckle, and smiled to himself.
“Haven’t you had enough?” Julian’s voice was a trifle weak.
“I could ask the same of you. This is three times now, you realize, not counting just before dinner.” Julian should be reminded how greedy he was being, truly. Not that it was at all objectionable. It was simply the principle of the thing.
“I’m not certain I’ll ever get enough of this. Oh, my God. You’re incredible with your mouth. I hope I’m half as good at it as you are.”
Really, the young man had no sense at all. “I do hope your skills in that area aren’t currently relevant.”
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Metadata:
Title: A-Tisket, A-Tasket
Author: tinsnip
Year Posted: 2014
Approx. Word Count: 11,000
Chapters: 6
GB - Slash or Platonic: slash
My Rating (1-5): 4
Keywords: PWP, humor, (temporary) sex change, het sex, sex toys
if a british person is named shaggy does it kinda feel like being named fucky?
The first time I watched Scooby Doo I was distraught
that’s what I wanted to hear
This reminds me of:
“*Randy* Giles? Why not just call me Horny Giles or Desperate-For-A-Shag Giles?” - Spike
god i can never stop thinking about certain sculptures used in modern art and how they can be used to elicit the beautiful and terrible feeling of true and genuine horror in ways that a lot of horror movies can never do
like when you ask people “what is horror?” they’ll tend to give examples of monsters, of killers, of dark places, of sharp teeth and too many legs and lots and lots of blood. which is true, that can be used as horror! but i’d like to call that “the horror of being eaten/hurt/killed” or more succinctly “the horror of vulnerability”. it’s a horror that something, whether it’s a killer or a monster or some phenomenon, has the ability to cause us harm. we see large amounts of teeth and we think “that thing is going to tear us to pieces with those teeth” or we see spilled blood and we think “someone has been hurt, there’s a chance we can be hurt too by whatever spilled this blood”.
but what certain modern sculptures can do is elicit a very physical visceral reaction of a completely different kind of horror.
it’s “the horror that something is a thing that SHOULD not exist, and you are absolutely powerless to understand what it is, but it is existing in your space, right now, it is real and you cannot make it unreal no matter what you do”
or perhaps, in a shorter fashion, it’s “the horror of wrongness”
like one of the sculptures that made me feel this way is this sculpture here, named “Monekana” located in the American Art Museum in Washington D.C:
“okay,” you say, with a shrug. “it’s a horse made of wood? what’s so scary about that?”. but this is the lie of the photograph! a photograph of a sculpture rarely grasps the experience of standing next to a sculpture. you have to picture yourself walking into this room, practically devoid of people, and coming face to face with this sculpture that is very large and very real.
and your brain screams that “THIS IS WRONG. MAKE IT GO AWAY. THIS IS WRONG”, like at any moment you expect it to move, to twist its head, to follow you with eyes that aren’t simply there. it looks like a horse but it is no horse. you could almost argue that maybe it isn’t even an art piece at all, but it wandered in from god knows what kind of world and it’s blending in with everything else. maybe it’s fooling you. maybe it isn’t.
anyways, i’m not trying to say that this sculpture in particular is SUPPOSED to be scary, it may make other people feel nothing at all (or even positive feelings!), but what i’m trying to say is that feeling i had that day, when i saw this thing, when i felt this fearful instinct to stay away and not stare, it’s THAT feeling that i feel so many writers and makers of horror don’t completely understand. you don’t need teeth. you don’t need blood. you don’t need to make Spooky Scary Skeletons or chainsaw-wielding villains. all you need is to create something wrong in its existence, something to make parts of us fear the fact that we can’t entirely rationalize what we’re seeing.
that’s horror, to me.
This is amazing
This post makes me think of Klaus Pinter’s work:
The experience of sculpture absolutely gets lost in images. I’ve walked into museums and been like WOW THE FUCK even when I knew it was coming.
I love this subject, though. I love “implication horror.” You see something, and the realization of what it means, which often comes a few moments later, is where the real horror lies—not in how splattery or gratuitously shocking it is. The wrongness of a thing in fiction, when done well, is the best. I was watching Melancholia the other day, and what a terrifying example of wrongness horror.
Anyway this is such a great post thanks for putting the whole idea into words so well. <3
This is how I feel about wind turbines (I tried to walk up to one once and felt the most inexplicable terror I’ve ever felt in my life), or most things that are ridiculously large, for that matter. Ships fascinate me but make me feel very uneasy. Certain buildings, especially if they look old-timey in any way kind of freak me out.
Examples: The Halifax shipyard building made me feel almost nauseous, and I have to drive past this cold storage building in Winnipeg every time I go to visit my boyfriend’s parents. I do not like it one bit.
Also, I got to see that sculpture of a giant newborn baby last year. That was very surreal in the way that is described here.
WHAT AMAZING ADDITIONS TO THIS POST, thank you! I didn’t know of Kalus Pinter’s work and now I REALLY want to see it for myself, goodness.
Honestly, I’m so glad so many people have responded and reblogged this post with examples and stories of their own!! It’s so cool to see just what people think and perceive as this horror of “wrongness”. I also see some people saying that this is essentially the uncanny valley effect, which is only an aspect of this kind of horror - the uncanny valley primarily deals with something we perceive that looks close to human and yet doesn’t quite make it there. It’s just one subset of a really uneasy sort of horror that can be found in so many forms, which may really honestly differ from person to person.
Overall, THIS HORROR IS WIDELY UNDERUSED IN FICTION and I’m so glad to see so many examples of it posted here!!
I feel this way about kangaroos. If you really look at a kangaroo for a minute it’s deeply unsettling, they’re bipedal and they have insane abs and they move wrong, it’s too human and I get that creeping horror that this thing exists. If I look at kangaroos too long I feel like I’m going insane
Louise Bourgeois’s spider sculptures did this to me, a bit. It was less the shape than the form–the lumpiness, the uneven shine–but mostly it was the scale. Most of these examples of horror don’t feel quite so wrong when they’re at a scale we can look “down” on. But when they overshadow us, or at least when they overshadow our general certainty of control, even for just a moment, the disorientation can slip suddenly into horror.
consider the Gelitin collective’s enormous pink rabbit left to rot in the Italian alps for the next 10 years
Eoin Mc Hugh - The Ground Itself is Kind, Black Butter, 2014
Kiki Smith’s lilith sculpture is more humanoid but i feel like it belongs on this post because walking into the stairwell in the met and seeing this fucking thing was one of the most unnerving experiences in my life
If “the horror of wrongness” makes your soul sing as it does mine, read literally anything by Robert Aickman. My favorite is “The Hospice”.
in terms of literature, my favorite example of the horror of wrongness is ‘declare’ by tim powers. if you want to be slightly creeped out by concentric circles for the rest of your life, read it. it’s… mostly a spy novel.
If you’re having a bad day…
- Change your clothes. Even if you’re already wearing something comfortable, change into something else that’s still casual and comfy.
- Eat your favorite food. A bowl of rice, ice cream, pasta, make a sandwich, anything that makes you happy.
- Eat some fruit. A banana, apple, peach, pear, some berries, fruit is always a good option.
- Eat some protein. Cheese, meat, eggs, rice and beans, ect. Something to give you energy.
- Drink lots of water. Fill up a water bottle and keep it with you, but remember to actually drink it.
- Find as many pillows and blankets as you can around the house and pile them on your bed. THE MESSIER, THE BETTER!
- Bring your acquired snacks into your room. Even if you don’t make a habit of eating in your room, make an exception this time.
- Bring a couple of your favorite stuffed animals to share your nest with.
- If you have cats, invite them as well.
- Watch an episode or two of your favorite show GUILT FREE. Nothing sad! Watch something that will make you smile and laugh a lot. And ENJOY IT. Give yourself this time to decompress without stressing over a million other things. I know it can be hard, but YOU CAN DO IT
- Hang a sign outside your door, letting family members/roommates know that you are currently unavailable. Be polite, courteous, and take their needs into consideration if they need something from you, but it’s okay to have a little chunk of time all to yourself when you’re having a tough day. We’ve all been there.
- Turn off your phone. Just for a little while so you can completely relax. Stay off social media too - you don’t need any drama right now.
- Once you’ve finished your show and eaten a healthy amount of food, do something productive. Even if it’s just one or two little chores - sweep, do the dishes, tidy up your room, dust, reorganize the bookshelf, whatever. Do something that will make you feel like you’ve accomplished something. Even if it’s little, be proud of yourself for each task!
- Listen to music while you’re working. iPod, record player, radio, etc. Make it something up beat with a nice and lively tempo.
- Dance and sing. I don’t care if you dance like a fish out of water and sing like a dog whose tail was stepped on, you are a beautiful contribution to this world so don’t be afraid to shine!
- Alternate in doing tasks throughout the day with doing things you enjoy. Paperwork and then a walk (fresh air always helps!), mop the floors than read that book you’ve been wanting to explore.
- Talk to a friend if you need to. If you don’t think you have anyone to talk to, let me be the first to tell you, YOU DO! There are thousands of kindhearted people on here who would love to get to know you and want to help you and hear about your day if you are feeling under the weather.
- Remember that this is today. Every tomorrow is another chance. Everyone has rough days, and sometimes we get a whole long string of them, but life is so much more than just the bad days. Go to bed knowing that tomorrow is a new start.
Pronouns and Indexing
Indexing is when you set up a point to refer to a person or object that is or is not present in the signing area. This is also known as referencing or creating referents.
If the person of object is present, you can just point at him, her, or it to mean HE/HIM, SHE/HER, or IT.
If the person or object is not present, you would first need to identify the person or object. Then, you can “index” the person or object to a point in space. Once you have set up this referent, you can refer back to that same point every time you want to talk about that person or object.
To refer to referents, you would use these types of signs:
- Personal Pronouns
- Possessive Pronouns
- Direct Verbs
For example, if you are talking about Bill and Suzy, you can sign Bills’s name and point to your left. Then, you can sign Suzy’s name and point to your right. When continuing your dialogue about Bill and Suzy, you would then point to your left or right whenever you refer to them (you would no longer need to spell out their names).
Indexing on your non-dominant hand
You can also use your non-dominant hand as a way to index and talk about your friends or family.
For example, when you are talking about your siblings, you can index them on your non-dominant hand by pointing to different fingers for each sibling, starting with your thumb for your oldest sibling and working your way down to your last finger for the youngest.
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