helen brooks

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On June 24, 1983, Twilight Zone: The Movie was released in theaters!

youre the reason that i feel so strong

requested by anonymous

au in which helen and gabe tease philip for wearing lukas’ clothes


When Lukas first asked him if he wanted to keep the jacket for a while, Philip felt silly. The thing was too big for Lukas, and far too big for Philip.

But the nightmares refused to cease, and Philip was willing to try anything, so he said yes.

Lukas told him that sometimes he’d pull an old shirt or jacket from his mother’s things and bundle it beneath his head as a pillow; he said it kept the darkness away.

Philip tugged his own shirt off, and pulled the large and incredibly bright green and blue sweatshirt on over his head, before climbing beneath the covers and turning off his lamp. He settled into the mattress, and after a moment of hesitation, drew the sleeve of the jacket over his hand, bringing the excess fabric up to his nose. He closed his eyes, and kept the fabric pressed to his cheek and mouth.

And within minutes, he was fast asleep.

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I am a (somewhat bad) Artist!

Remember a few hours ago when I said I was working on something?

WELL I’VE DONE IT

WOAH

PIXEL ART!


So, I saw asimlishpixel’s sprite edit of Bonnie, and I was like

“damn that’s cool”

and then I was like

“hey, you know what would also be cool?”

“Making pixel art for everyone”

And so many hours later (seriously, I started this at like 10am and it’s now almost 8pm (granted I did take quite a lot of breaks lmao)) it’s done! Everyone! Pixels!

You can probably see that some went better than others

BUT THAT’S NOT ALL

I don’t really like how I display how many students are remaining, so I’m gonna switch to using these li’l guys and like in the game how they’re coloured in pink/black when they’re dead and there’s like a little pixelated counter underneath (I’m specifically thinking of the second game, partly because that one’s cooler) so I’ll do that… Some day. Not today, I’ve done a lot today

it’s not where you come from, it’s where you belong

requested by @nlareu

au in which helen and gabe tell philip theyve officially adopted him


When Philip gets home, the last thing he’s expecting is to find Helen and Gabe standing in the kitchen with a bunch of balloons and a banner that says HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

His brows furrow, and he sets his bag on the counter, frowning.

“You guys know my birthday isn’t for a few months.” Philip says. Helen smiles, and Gabe shrugs.

“They didn’t have any banners that said ‘happy gotcha day’ on them, so we settled.”

“Wait, what?” Philip asks. Helen and Gabe exchange a look, and Helen nods at the table, reaching to push a small packet of paper towards him.

“You, Philip Shea, are officially a Torrance-Caldwell.” Helen says.

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Phlapper

Today’s time waster: musing on the origins of the flapper look embodied by Phryne Fisher as played by Essie Davis. 

Googling for famous flappers upon whom her look is modeled, the thing that really hit me was an irony that may not have been evident back in the day, but jumps out at you today. It’s a look meant to convey freedom, high spirits, joyful abandon, and rebellion, but there’s also clearly an element of infantilization. As someone commented on an earlier post (sorry, I forget who it was), 1920s flapper fashion was the beginning of the glorification – and sexualization – of youthfulness that continues to play out today. It’s not just that the perfect flapper body is flat-chested and hipless. It’s also the styling of the face: bobbed hair emphasizing a round baby face, giant eyes, Cupid’s-bow lips. I think this uncomfortable undercurrent of cognitive dissonance in flapper style would be a really interesting theme for MFMM to take on in a future episode (and let’s hope we get some of those). 

Anyway, here are some fruits of my procrastination: images of famous flappers with that Phryne Fisher look.

First, the lady herself, Miss Fishah:

Louise Brooks:

Joan Crawford:

Alice White:

Clara Bow:

Colleen Moore:

Helen Kane:

And finally, the epitome of the hyper-sexualized infantilized flapper – Betty Boop:

Isn’t it striking how uniform the look is from one to the next? Is there another fashion style so sharply delineated and defined not just by clothing, but by facial features as well (other than all of Western fashion being defined by whiteness, of course)? Imagine if they had plastic surgery back then – would everyone have been a carbon copy of this look? 

Mind you, I don’t mean to pass some kind of simplistic judgment – in fact, I’m really drawn to this look – but I think it’s always good to bring an analytical eye to these things, so we can put them in context and be more conscious of the world we create.