#Female Horror

[ethelscane]

I just love women. They are never the real enemy

[hadesoftheladies]

FEMALE MOVIE/TV RECS (PART 5 / HORROR & CRIME DRAMA)

got inspired from a recommendation post so decided to make a list of movies and shows with female-centric stories/female protagonists. since i can't post all of the genres in one post, i'll split it into multiple posts and y'all can save or add to the list as you wish. (disclaimer: i have watched most of these, but i only know about the existence of others. not every movie/show on these lists will be my recommendation. my recommendations will be beneath the list with reasons. also some of these are way better than others in terms of storytelling/performance--which is why i'll list my faves separately):

Common Themes:

-Dangerous girls (they ain't innocent)/ girlhood as violent

-Stressed out and melancholic female detectives and authors (lots of drinking/smoking)

-Mothers who've seen too fucking much to play games/I'm a good mother until it doesn't let up

-Women handling shit/getting shit done

-Mothers who didn't want to be mothers but here we fucking are so might as well handle shit

-Evil women who are also unfortunately hot

-Female sociopaths (not always negatively portrayed)

HAVEN'T WATCHED

The Royal Hotel

The Silent Twins

The Kitchen

The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart

I'm Thinking of Ending Things

Sharp Objects

Killing Eve

Abigail

Heavenly Creatures

A Quiet Place Part 2

Panic Room

Alice, Darling

Blood Red Sky

Rust Creek

The Marsh King's Daughter

Pearl

Longlegs

GOOD STUFF (NEVER WATCHING AGAIN THOUGH!)

Bad Sisters (8/10) (sisters plan to kill their sister's abusive husband)

Yellowjackets (9/10) (love as cannibalism)

Candy (7.5/10) (she's just a killer lol)

Cruella (6.5/10)(help my mom is a narcissist and it's hereditary)

Jennifer's Body (7/10) (boys aren't people lmao)

Bird Box (8/10)

Under the Bridge (8/10)

PERSONAL NOTES

I watched Tragedy Girls years ago, and I remember being grossed out and having a lot of fun as well. If you like Jennifer's Body, you'll probably like Tragedy Girls, too. And if you like Tragedy Girls, you may also enjoy Thoroughbreds. All three have a twisted sense of girlpower.

The Call isn't scary so much as its nerve-wracking and upsetting. It's not gory (although there is violence), but it deals with heavy subject matter. I can, however, promise a satisfying ending. Even though I doubt it would put you at ease.

Horror is my least favourite genre so bear that in mind. I just hate jump scares (because I hate being startled) and I don't like gore though there are times where it doesn't bother me so much. So this is definitely not an exhaustive list on horror recs. Crime is as close as I usually get to such dark stuff so I put the dark crimes, psychological thrillers and horrors together. I don't even want to talk about these that much because I'm nauseous already.

Watch at your own risk.

[xxxlycanwavesxxx]

[cigsterwmeat]

Another inspiration post. I wish thrift stores here had clothes in this style...

I want more like that ps2 female horror protagonist style/vibe.

[finalgirlarchiveproject]

❤️😵‍💫🤷‍♀️excerpted from a little fictional/imagined narrative from that substack ? about the “first girl” to die in a slasher or horror film. i think the first girl is a necessary addition to the consideration/analysis of the final girl trope/archetype &how it intersects with gender, racialization, violence, sexuality, narrative structure, & so forth..

[june-fallout]

My Beautiful Morning No. 1,452

Writing/backstory snippet for June Fallout

1.4k words

Fallout New Vegas

Be wary of: misogyny, delusions, mild horror.

June woke up in her bed. Plush, soft—the kind of bedding you loved running your arms over, to feel as if you were touching clouds. She arose, yawning and stretching out her arms in perfect harmony as she rolled out of her bed. Pajamas? Of course not. June always woke up in pressed and ironed dresses. Her blonde hair was perfectly curled in victory rolls about her head, never disturbed by laying down. Her face wasn't painted. Her lips were just naturally red, lashes naturally wet and dark, cheeks always symmetrically flushed and without a single blemish.

She looked across the room at the bed of her husband. Because why would a married couple sleep in the same bed? What purpose would that serve?

But a few times...

Oh, the bed was empty again! June put her hands on her hips and sighed. Off to work so early.

She reached to the side of her bed and tied both the apron and the band of pearls around her neck. Sunshine was pouring in through the window, but it was 5:30 AM. June never slept in, but she never awoke in the dark. The high heels she had slept in clack clack clacked around the floor as she made up her bed. It only took seconds. The soft floral scent of the one blanket she had mussed wafted through the air as she tossed it and let it settle back down. It landed perfectly on all four corners.

The clacking went with her into the kitchen. The kitchen. Her sanctuary. A lonely one, but June didn't mind.

June Gar Cleaver opened a fridge to see a veritable cornucopia of food. Eggs, fruits, juices, meats—all she needed to feed her family today. And this fridge would always be full. Never would she have to go hungry. That wasn’t for her to worry about. This was her domain, and she took care of it while the man who took care of her kept it stocked. Crack, psh, fwump, pssss…

All these sounds brought a smile to her face (not one that wrinkled it, of course).

What was it that she would make today? Batter whipped into a fine cream, a low blue light burned into a fire, puddles of cream and clouds turned to bread. They piled, unblemished, on a plate. A great bother of sloshing and glugging filled up crystalline glasses with juice. A knife too sharp to fail fruit and too dull to draw blood arranged little slices into a perfect, flower-like rings on top of the pancakes. Every cracked egg landed with its yolk perfectly centered. Every twist and wriggle of the spatula brought the eggs free, leaving behind not a single drop of their fried white. Bacon simmered in a pan without a single drop of grease escaping.

Another beautiful morning, like every morning that had come before, and every morning that would come after.

Surrounded by the sweet symphony of sizzling, smells, and satisfaction, June surveyed her work with a happy face. It was perfect—almost perfect. She just needed one more thing. “Everyone! It’s time to wake up!” June sang, walking through the non-Euclidean halls of her home that shifted every time she looked at them. Sometimes the doors were closer. Sometimes further apart. Sometimes they were all on one side of the hall, and other times, they alternated. June didn’t mind.

She knocked on one door with a neat, red-nailed fist. “Come on, dear. It’s time to wake up!” No response came from the door, but only the laughter answered. It echoed from every single direction. June didn't mind.

June knocked on the next door. "Theodore!" And the next. Until she had knocked on every, having no response. “Oh come now- breakfast is going to get cold!”

Tentatively, June opened one of the doors. Past the threshold, there was nothing. Just blackness. If she stepped forward, she might fall. The laughs started again, echoing from the blackness. June slammed the door. …No one was home right now. That was fine. She would just put the food away for another day, when everyone came back… Surely she wouldn't have to be alone for much longer, would she? June clicked down the stairs in her high heels, not at all hindered by their height. Why would she be? She even slept in them…

June opened the fridge door, ready to put some of the ham in.

She jolted backwards, finding meat already inside. Not deli meat. June was staring at the mangled remains of some girl, shattered and fragmented and mixed together like puzzle pieces in a box that had been shaken. It was terrible to look at, because… That girl was so ugly.

Whoever had put this girl in there was bad at storage. Why would you put all of a person in there…? Not all of that was edible… Not all of it… There was a head with hair attached, brown hair she didn’t recognize, and open eyes. June slammed the fridge door, feeling sick. She stared at her own reflection horrified to find-

That was not her. That was NOT June looking at her. That was some other girl. Some other girl with mangy brown hair like curtains and dark eyes, and hideous little lines drawn on her skin. Some other girl like the one in the fridge.

The laughter came from the air itself, untraceable in its origin, ever-present, all-knowing.

June Jane Hepburn June Cleaver Jane Garrett She fled. Ahh, it was so typical, wasn't it? A hysterical woman, fleeing from a silly sight. The laughter intensified at her stupid, silly, feminine ways.

The hallways swirled and twisted around her. Doorknobs escaped her grip. Stairs folded out into infinite, kaleidoscopic fractals, opening up with rails like teethy maws ready to consume her. One place was safe. She knew this! This, this is where she was put when everything was wrong--her, the house, anything. Where June had to go when things went wrong, locked inside for however long He saw fit. June didn't mind.

She threw herself towards a corrugated metal door set into the wall of her suburban home marked 09-L.

Jane stumbled into the basement--and finally, things were normal again. She sighed softly, panting, raising her head as her brown shoulder-length waves fell around her freckled face.

And she saw such curious things!

A row of upright glass coffins, each with something resembling a girl inside. An ugly girl too. So pale, and with hair just a bit darker than Jane's. Their faces all resembled hers--at least the ones with intact faces--but Jane couldn't possibly imagine being one of those girls. One was pinned to the sides of the glass, face sloughing off of her boneless body hanging like a wet coat, poorly formed fingers and toes hardly anything more than blobs filled with an even mixture of a human's insides. Two sacks of skin full of uniform plasma hung down, her legs. One girl was normal enough, but had flattened legs. Another reminded Jane of Swiss cheese on ham and rye, with tunnels carved out of her that rats chewed through.

Jane did not feel worried for these doppelgängers. They all deserved it! That was, until she stepped closer...

And saw a reflection, peeking at her. A girl with mangy brown hair, big brown eyes, pale skin, and pink marks stretching across her skin in fern patterns. Jane recoiled. There was a second reflection behind that reflection, the body inside, just like the girl in the reflection, just like the girl in the fridge-

Just like... June.

Every identity she assumed to soothe herself was torn off of her like skin, flapping wetly against the ground as they were tossed aside, leaving her flesh to burn against the air.

June dug her hands into her blonde copper brown hair and her pink tan sunless white skin. She needed to pull this identity off too.

She screamed, because it stayed, and it left her in a room surrounded by her own body staring at her, a room underneath a Vault, a Vault in a desert, a Vault once inhabited by a man who she had not seen in 1,452 days.

But that was alright. June didn't mind.

[danikooo]

[femmeofarc]

the blueprint

[lovefrombegonia]

My personal fantastic four of feminine horror 🥰

[afemmesofatal]

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[ethelscane]

the feminine urge to listen to horror movie soundtracks until I become powerful

[lavenderhottie]

Jesus watches from the wall,

But his face is cold as stone,

And if he loves me

As she tells me

Why do I feel so all alone?

Carrie, Stephen King

[bengerm]

“COGITO ERGO SUM I THINK THEREFORE I AM AM…I AM.”

Closeups and Timelapse:

[artistsmellslikeunemployment]

“Almost every woman I have ever met has a secret belief that she is just on the edge of madness, that there is some deep, crazy part within her, that she must be on guard constantly against ‘losing control’ — of her temper, of her appetite, of her sexuality, of her feelings, of her ambition, of her secret fantasies, of her mind.”

— elana dykewomon

Godhood is just like girlhood: a begging to be believed…

[jillianallen14]

I made this Suspiria collage & I’m obsessed with it.

Everything is hand-drawn (except for the red bit at the bottom, that was from a Ghost Hunting magazine I have), and I experimented with raising different aspects of the collage to create more texture and depth. I also used a needle and thread to create the pentagram.

If you haven’t seen this movie (both versions are amazing, but this was for the 2018 remake), go watch it!!

It’s about a coven of witches who run a dance school is 1977 Berlin, and the final act is crazy. It’s got visceral body horror, homoeroticism, a soundtrack by Thom Yorke, Tilda Swinton plays like 4 different characters. It’s great.

[nvmxlonely]

Nancy from The Craft 1996