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mirroredroads · 1 year
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it's enough that you're alive. unknown. / Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, Rien ne va plus / ai weiwei: never sorry / Princess Mononoke. Hayao Miyazaki. / Lyrics are Cough It Out by The Front Bottoms. Art Here. / The Orange by Wendy Cope. / Sophia Joan Short
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haleyincarnate · 2 years
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nerdygaymormon · 10 months
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frommyfavoritebooks · 2 months
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if you weren't ready, you wouldn't have the opportunity.
- all familiar things were once strange, sophia joan short
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akindplace · 1 year
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denimbex1986 · 5 months
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'It was always going to be difficult for the companion who followed Rose Tyler (Billie Piper) in Doctor Who.
She stole the Doctor’s hearts, captured our own and provided the benchmark alongside David Tennant for the contemporary take on this well-known double act. Then in strolled a bright young medical student, Martha Jones (Freema Agyeman).
From her debut in Smith and Jones, Martha was introduced as the Doctor’s equal, who shared his drive and dedication to protect and help others. Brimming with intelligence, charm and compassion, Martha was a refreshing new presence on the show after the emotional turmoil at the end of season 2.
The only snag in this promising new alliance was that, midway through their whirlwind adventure to defeat the Judoon (and return her hospital back from the moon), the Doctor kisses Martha.
It almost became a rite of passage with newcomers on the show to lock lips with the Doctor in the heat of the moment, after he had a snog with Reinette (Sophia Myles) in Girl in the Fireplace and later a peck with Kylie Minogue in Voyage of the Damned.
Though, who are these mere mortals to refuse the lure of a Time Lord in a pinstriped suit?
This time, though, the kiss spoils their budding friendship, as it misleads Martha into thinking that their relationship could develop into something romantic. Rapidly, her small crush snowballs into an agonising love, made all the more painful by the Doctor being oblivious to her feelings.
It made their relationship complicated as it altered the power dynamic, which led Martha to fall into an unflattering stereotype of a jealous, frustrated woman who was tired of being overlooked and underappreciated.
After the Doctor falls for a woman he hardly knows, Joan Redfern (Jessica Hynes), in The Family of Blood, she even despairs: "You had to go and fall in love with a human and it wasn’t me."
It would be easy to glaze over her triumphs, and focus on the extensive screen-time Martha spends pining and whining over the Doctor’s treatment of her. But this would be a disservice to the foundations that Martha Jones established to pave the way for the Doctor’s future platonic partnership with Donna Noble (Catherine Tate).
As others batted their eyelids at the Doctor to get their own way (we’re looking at you, Rose), Martha rarely waited for the Doctor’s instructions and often took charge of the situation.
In one of the most epic three-part storylines, Martha single-handedly defeated the Doctor’s greatest nemesis, The Master, after he decided to play God with planet Earth.
With no TARDIS, Time Lord, sonic screwdriver or allies, Martha set out to spread the word about the Earth’s faceless protector to save his life through the psychic abilities of the Archangel network. In her all-black leathers, Martha took on the typical role of the Doctor – recruiting allies, gathering information and solving the situation without a single weapon or any bloodshed.
Last of the Time Lords consolidated the unrivalled legacy of Martha Jones and established that she was ahead of her time on the series. Though time was rewritten and Martha’s sacrifice and bravery forgotten by the world, it wasn’t by us. It was ironic to me that Martha left the show when, arguably, she’d only just stepped into her full potential.
Yet, when she shared her reason for leaving, my respect for Martha grew exponentially. Martha compares co-existing with the Doctor to a friend’s toxic relationship where a woman spent "years pining after" a man who "never looked at her twice".
Before she follows her own advice and walks out, she affirms: "I always said to her, time and time again, get out. So, this is me getting out."
It’s the most empowering moment in Martha’s short-lived time on the show, when she acknowledges that she deserves more than what this man – who has all of space and time at his fingertips – can offer her.
In season four, it’s also clear that this was the right decision. The newly qualified doctor continues to establish her own legacy with UNIT, working to protect Earth from extra-terrestrial threats from the ground. It turns out Martha never needed a TARDIS or a Time Lord for a life of fulfilment or adventure, as she’s cultivated that for herself.
For a woman whose every move was influenced by her love for the Doctor, Martha is now free from the control this unhealthy love had over her. She’s able to become the woman and, of course, the doctor that she was aways striving to be. The Doctor simply lights a fire in Martha to expand her horizons. Think bigger than simply helping one species on one planet.
"I spent all these years training to be a doctor, and now I’ve got people to look after," Martha tells the Doctor in her heartfelt goodbye, "[My family] saw half the planet slaughtered and they’re devastated, I can’t leave them."
In stark contrast to Rose, Martha isn’t forced to leave, but she takes charge of her own narrative and departs as the Doctor’s equal. With a melancholic smile, the Doctor hugs her and says, "Thank you," before he finally acknowledges how remarkable Martha is, and adds, "Martha Jones, you saved the world."
It will always be a tragedy that Martha was reduced to 'desperate woman who wanted to be loved', and that this side of her character often overshadowed her acts of heroism, reduced her power and capped a limit on the banter and thrills that she could enjoy with the Doctor, while harbouring such a deep love for him.
Her reappearance in season four redeems some of this oversight as she strikes up an instant bond with Donna and rejoices for the Doctor when he’s reunited with Rose.
It seems the show simply didn’t know what to do with Martha in 2007, but she broke the mould and became a pivotal figure in the reinvention of the Doctor’s side-kick from a magician’s assistant-style damsel in distress to a formidable force that lessened the Doctor’s burden, and was on hand to help him save the universe.
It turns out, Martha was right all along. As she tells the Doctor: "I spent a lot of time with you thinking I was second best, but you know what? I am good."'
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nbarataka · 1 year
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on losing and changing and staying & the things inbetween: one art - elizabeth bishop // everything stays - olivia olson // chloë frayne // snow into evening - nikia leopold // sophia joan short // the sandman - neil gaiman // changes of the soul - genevieve taggard
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herclandestine · 10 months
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“as you evolve notice who says, “i’m glad i get to know this version of you too.”” — sophia joan short
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Introduction/Who am I?
Okay, so since I’m back on here again in the ongoing exodus, I thought I’d better do an introductory post for anyone who wants to follow as well as refresh old friends and followers. Open to new friendships so feel free to send me asks, reply, or whatever if you want to talk.
Francesca (Fran, Frankie for short)
Englishwoman
Lesbian, f4f
Cat person (see previous bullet)
I enjoy writing although I’m aware I’ll probably never be published so it’s mostly just something I do for my own personal catharsis and expression.
Night owl
Haute couture enjoyer
Learning French (c. B1, B2 reading level), want to learn European Portuguese, Spanish, Latin, Dutch, interested in language acquisition more broadly
I’ve always been a voracious reader so some favourite authors, poets and essayists: Sappho, Gustave Flaubert, Charles Baudelaire, Arthur Rimbaud, Théophile Gautier, Gérard de Nerval, Marcel Proust, Alain-Fournier, Jorge Luis Borges, Camilo Castelo Branco, Yukio Mishima, Jean Genet,  Anaïs Nin, Novalis, Simone Weil, Jacques Lacan, Plato, James Joyce,  Emily Brontë, Jane Austen, Oscar Wilde, George Orwell, Vladimir Nabokov, John Donne, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Emily Dickinson, Fyodor Dostoevsky. My favourite novel (and maybe favourite work of art full stop) is Madame Bovary.
Cinema is my other great passion and one I’ve spent the last few years particularly delving into - some favourite directors/auteurs: Carl Dreyer, Michael Powell (& Emeric Pressburger), Manoel de Oliveira, Alfred Hitchcock, Howard Hawks, Yasujiro Ozu, Francis Ford Coppola, Brian de Palma, Raoul Ruiz, Douglas Sirk, Josef von Sternberg, Ernst Lubitsch, Erich von Stroheim, F.W. Murnau, Fritz Lang, Claude Chabrol, Éric Rohmer, Jean Renoir, Max Ophüls, Eugène Green, Rainer Werner Fassbinder, Luis Buñuel, Pedro Costa, Luchino Visconti, Val Lewton, Dario Argento, Ingmar Bergman, Nagisa Oshima, Wojciech Has. My favourite film is A Matter of Life and Death (1946).
My favourite actresses: Isabelle Huppert (in love with her), Catherine Deneuve, Sophia Loren, Joan Crawford, Barbara Stanwyck, Susan Hayward, Marlene Dietrich, Isabelle Adjani, Sissy Spacek, Vivien Leigh, Penélope Cruz, Fanny Ardant, Monica Bellucci, Emmanuelle Béart, Sandrine Bonnaire
Favourite music: Erik Satie, Claude Debussy, Serge Gainsbourg, Sergio Mendes, Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Charles Mingus, Herbie Hancock, Ella Fitzgerald, Billie Holiday, Dusty Springfield, Nina Simone, Carpenters, Stevie Wonder, Prince, Kate Bush, Cocteau Twins, Björk, Talking Heads, The Cure, Boards of Canada, Joy Division, New Order, The Velvet Underground, Massive Attack, Portishead, Manic Street Preachers
Also enjoy art/painting, aesthetics, fashion, memes, food and (maybe too much) drink. Lots more that I can’t think of at the moment so maybe a sequel in the future when I feel like being inward-looking again?
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legomars · 1 year
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“Maybe it’s not about deciding who needs extra kindness, but knowing everyone does.” - Sophia Joan Short Quote
Nothing is Taken for Granted, Everything is a Gift https://legomars.blogspot.com/2022/04/nothing-is-taken-for-granted-everything.html
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travelbinge · 3 years
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By Sophia.Joan.Short
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wholemleko · 3 years
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I don't normally post ocs, but here we go. The tall one is Joan and the short one is Sophia
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haleyincarnate · 3 years
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Writing by Sophia Joan Short
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islam-reflections · 4 years
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If you always feel like you’re too much or too little, maybe you’re adding yourself to the wrong recipe.
Sophia Joan Short
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A very short piece on the formally aggressive & inspired art of the young Mark Morrisroe, published in Arc Magazine: The Dirty Issue, a publication my class and I worked very hard on:
ALLEGEDLY, he stalked John Waters and submitted a giant, flowery swastika for a school assignment. He cut pictures from porn magazines, placed them in empty candy boxes and left the rest to weather and chance. He tortured his cat just to film the bloody debacle. She handed in a photo of Joan Crawford’s face for homework, and she was asked not to return? Though their lives quickly diverged — she later went to Harvard, thank you very much — what Mark and Lynelle White’s relationship lacked in length it more than made up for in volume, arrogant volume, the kind only two sixteen-year-olds bored out of their minds can make. At school they started DIRT, a punk-fanzine that survived for several issues. Seeking gossip, the first issue reads: “Have you ever wanted to use a fake name? Tell lies?” If it didn’t carry the whiff of a running joke, this might have been the zine’s ethos: if you believe it, so will we. You were encouraged to “slander your friends!” and to send anything that might be found lying on the floor. One transgression the zine delights in is incongruous proximity: the profane, Frankensteinian intimacy of cut-and-paste contact, placing names of friends, enemies, nobodies next to Andy Warhol, Sophia Loren, Cher. (Cher receives particularly crude attention in the pages of DIRT, and even her cat is crowned “Pet of the issue.”) DIRT’s DIY-aesthetic is its reality and its brilliance: literally anyone could have done this.
In one issue, contributor Cindy LaViande (who later renames herself Judy: “It’s judy from now on”) writes that rock music “doesn’t mean a thing if there are no good looking guys in the band.” A cut-out of Bowie accompanies the piece. In another issue, we learn “who smokes what”: James Dean, lurking in Heaven’s alley, smokes “Camels (unfiltered)” while Blondie, um, “smokes opium.” DIRT’s tag-line reads “Eat it while it’s hot!” But what is it hot with, exactly? Agitation, desire, boredom: surely, these things burn. But DIRT’s heat is borrowed, its flames of notoriety on loan: this is fever by association. Like Richard Hawkins’ collages, its reach is knowingly excessive, obsessive, even, but ecstatically so. Permission to obsess is so rarely granted. Is it ever? Now I’m telling lies. And who needs permission anyway? What else is DIRT saying when they claim that, after a man was set on fire by Gene Simmons of Kiss — at a Kiss concert — he said he still likes Kiss? In permission’s absence, bonfires. Burn.
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akindplace · 8 months
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