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ok I'm gonna have to rewatch parts of bly manor bc I definitely want to use it as a source for my essay on lesbians in horror, and I'm really gonna try and critically examine the ghost of edmund and how dani is portrayed while closeted bc when watching it at first I didn't even realise that she didn't wanna marry him cause she was gay, or at least that that wasn't the main reason to me? it seemed more like her just being a very timid, neurotic person pressured into societal rituals that she wasn't fully ready for yet, which then pushed her into coming out to herself rather than always knowing but idk, we'll see how it goes

ok so I've decided my October schedule is watching the og versions of classic horror and then the remakes, then the shining and doctor sleep, then every single incarnation of haunting of Hill House followed by the netflix series and then re-read turn of the screw before hitting bly manor

If You can Change Your Tune

The interloper arrives in a rented moving van, the same sort as all the ones before.

“Are you sure about this?” her friend asks as they pull up to the house. “I know you’ve always had a thing for fixer-uppers but this place might be beyond saving.”

Even as she unlocks the front door the wind whistles a note of warning through its rickety frame. The floorboards beneath their feet crackle and moan at the intrusion.

“All it needs is a little love,” the interloper retorts. Her name is Ann. I remember her from the showing, a woman of insufferably good cheer walking room to room with the equally annoying realtor of the week, a dopey smile hanging from her lips.

so im like halfway through season 2 of the exorcist and im sorry but nothing so far has topped the scene with casey on the train bc there is something so primal about the way she slashes into that guys chest, snaps his jaw and, while covered up to the shoulders in his blood, stares back at her dad - with the harsh light making her dress appear white only for the music box to start playing,,, it just,,,, ugh, I honestly think they knew they would never top that

Random, but a really handy way to make things seem creepy or wrong in horror is to make them incongruously neat or clean:

  • In the middle of a horrific battlefield, you find one corpse laid aside neatly, straightened and arranged, its arms crossed neatly across its chest
  • As you walk through the garden, you gradually realise that the oddness you’ve been noticing about the trees is that they are all perfectly symmetrical
  • As you move through the abandoned house, you realise that suddenly that there’s no dust in this room, no dirt or cobwebs
  • You hear hideous noises coming from behind a locked door, screams and pleas, and visceral sounds of violence. When you manage to break down the door, there is no one there, and the room is perfectly spotless
  • In the middle of a horrific battlefield, a hollow full of churned mud and blood, you find five corpses cleanly dismembered, each set of limbs or parts neatly laid out in their own little row
  • You witness a murder, a brutal, grisly killing that carpets the area in blood. When you return in a blind panic with the authorities, the scene is completely clean, and no amount of examination can find even a drop of blood
  • You run through the night and the woods with a comrade, pulling each other through leaves and twigs and mud as you scramble desperately towards freedom. When you finally emerge from the forest, in the grey light of dawn, you turn to your companion in relief, and notice that their clothes are somehow perfectly clean
  • You hand a glass of water to your suspect, talking casually the whole while, and watch with satisfaction as they take it in their bare hand and take a drink. There’ll be a decent set of prints to run from that later. Except there isn’t. There are no prints at all. As if nothing ever touched the glass
  • You browse idly through your host’s catalogue, and stop, and pay much more attention, when you realise that several items on a dry list of acquisitions are ones you’ve seen before, and it slowly dawns on you that each neat little object and number in this neat little book are things that belong (belonged?) to people you know

Neatness, particularly incongruous neatness, neatness where you expect violence or imperfection or abandonment, or neatness that you belatedly realise was hiding violence, or neatness that is imposed over violence, is incredibly scary. Because neatness is not a natural thing. Neatness requires some active force to have come through and made it so. Neatness implies that the world around you is being arranged, maybe to hide things, to disguise things, to make you doubt your senses, or else simply according to something else’s desires. Neatness is active and artificial. Neatness puts things, maybe even people, into neat little boxes according to something else’s ideals, and that’s terrifying as well. Being objectified. Being asked to fit categories that you’re not sure you can fit, and wondering what will happen to the bits of you that don’t.

Neatness, essentially, says that something else is here. Neatness where there should be chaos says that either something came and changed things, or that what you’re seeing now or what you saw then is not real. Neatness alongside violence says that something came through here for whom violence did not mean the same thing as it does to you.

Neatness, in the right context, in the right place, can be very, very scary

And fun

I love it when cleanliness is next to ungodliness.

i remember the skeleton key being like on late night tv when i was a kid and my mum and i watched it like twice a month for like a year but i do Not Remember all the hoodoo shit like??? i remember the titular skeleton key but i genuinely did not think the hoodoo is a plot point

some more spm2 post-canon thoughts;

  • u can't stop me rubbing my gay adhd autistic hands all over this movies characters and the driller killer is no exception
  • Big Audio Stim Boi
  • also a v expressive physical stimmer,,, foot tapping, hand flapping, rocking side to side
  • gets more pockets sewn into his jacket so he can carry more pocket radios
  • at any given moment when he's not pranking courtney or watching carrie for the umpteenth time, he's putting more and more patches on his jacket or cleaning his guitar
  • courtney made him remove the whole working drill part of it so he was v grumpy for a long time
  • catch them sitting on the sofa after takeout dinners painting each others nails and switching between existential debates and inane gossiping
  • courtney has the most dumb 80s sweater collection ever
  • amy might call them ugly but that doesn't stop her from stealing them
  • driller killer eats while sitting on the bed bc he's awful
  • amy has knocked him tf out before with a dustbuster for it