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S/O to Gym Class:

Activewear is making a furious come back this season and Christ on a crutch, are we excited. So we’d like to shout out to our gym class heroes in teeny bopper movies over the years. Now let’s face it, the 70’s might very well be the golden girl mother of P.E. fashion. High-waisted track shorts paired with some regular tees and striped knee socks (alternatively we like thigh highs), giving you body-ody-ody and mile high legs. Remember, if you can see the rounds of your cheeks peeking out from your shorts, you’re doing it right. Here we have Carrie and those bad bullying mean girls, also from 1979, we have P.J. Soles and an outfit I have on hand for any occasion, the bodysuit and the the high-waisted white gym short. God bless. As we run right through the 80’s (because we assume everyone owns a spandex bodysuit and sweatbands for Olivia Newton-John-esque workouts), we come to the 90’s and here’s where gymnasium fashion gets wild. From Buffy the Vampire Slayer (movie), we’ve got bright bra tops and the emergence of the bike short in crazy prints matched with leggings and high ponies. And who could ever forget Clueless, the black and white babies of Beverly Hills yesteryear, remember, layering is key and bike shorts make your ass look fan-fucking-tastic. Accessories are a must in the 90’s and your socks must always match your outfit and come mid thigh, if you’re going to wear socks. Hair-wise high pigtails, and oooh, braids braids braids. As we come to the early 2000’s we meet with the meanest girls of them all, The Plastics. Now gym class in this generation wasn’t as high fashion, but baby tees, booty shorts and trainers in coordinating monochrome palettes just seem so right. Hair amazing and relaxed, and lip gloss is a must. You can’t be Queen Bee if you can’t look good when you saunter out of the locker room. Remember your icons of the past, children.

theenigmaofriversong  asked:

Personally, I find the Cybermen as apposed to, say, the Weeping Angels is a good display of the difference between jump scares and an something having an inherent menacing air of fear to it. Cause like, seeing when a Weeping Angel moves tends to make one want to jump out of their skin, but those are just instants where fear comes out of the unexpected. But if you take them in overall, the worst thing we've ever seen one do is break someone's neck, but it only actually did that-

-because it had to. They only ever displace people in time, which despite what the Doctor may think, is not murder. The people live on. But the Cybermen. Yeah, you can usually hear them coming from a mile away (what with the legs), so you’re not exactly gonna be suddenly shocked by them. A fear of them (and the Daleks I’d say) comes from know what they are and what they do. Weeping Angels will only kill you, but the Cybermen will make you like them whether you want to be or not. The Cybermen will take people, kidnap them, invade their homes, take over their minds and make them walk into the slaughter house. And they will pulp them and cut them and take away their emotions and make them Cyber kind. Children get turned into hard drives. Baby’s are converted into drones. In fact, learning that the Cybermats are made from infants adds a dark layer of meta to Closing Time where we get one of these Cybermats being fiddled with by the Doctor while he’s in the care of a baby, Alfie. And that’s actually terrifying. I’d say that’s true terror there, not being startled for a moment because a giant snake jumps out of the water unexpectedly.

I mean, yes, the Weeping Angels have scared me. The first episode I saw with them was actually “The Time of Angels” because it was on television and then because it was a two-parter I had to see how it ended the next day because they were scary enough to show up in a dream of mine that evening. But if they displace you, it’s as if you were a time traveler born in the eighties and die in 1860 Cardiff–the future you would have had is changed, all its possibilities made into impossibilities, but you have a new future in a new time. Whether that new future is better or worse than the one you would have had is impossible to tell.

But yeah, the Cybermen creep me out. To forcibly take who I am, and what I am, and make it them regardless of my own wishes or desires because they think I’ll be better for it is a powerful and terrible idea. (Additionally, there’s the idea of I/we can do whatever we like to others and ourselves in order to make us/them better regardless of morality, such as what happens at the end of “Cyberwoman.” Morality doesn’t exist for Cyber-kind, it seems, or, at the very least, it’s a different kind of morality that is unrecognizable as such to regular humans. And better is such a subjective term. Better for who? Better than what? If the measuring stick is just some ethereal subjective goal, nothing’s being measured properly, nor can it be.)

But that’s why moments of defiance of that stick out to me–”I did my duty for Queen and Country,” for example. That part of her will was so utterly convinced about the rightness of her duties that is survived the Cyber-conversion process. Or Craig basically refusing to be converted because he hears his baby crying. Or Danny Pink refusing to be Missy’s toy soldier and choosing instead to be the exact opposite of what he and the rest of the Cybermen army were meant to be.

So I can find hope in Cybermen stories, even as I find fear in them. Strangely enough, those two emotions co-exist rather often, I find.