Hermann Appreciation Post

thehobblefootalchemist:

I’m a 25-year old cane-user and I’m gonna yell praises about Hermann Gottlieb for a while

I’ve had nonstop pain in my left leg since I was 12 that’s gotten so bad that I’ve been on a cane for over 10 years, and in all that time of searching for someone like me in media I have never, ever come across someone like Hermann. The way he’s written and acted both just destroy every single upsetting trope I usually find in a physically disabled character (if I can even find a physically disabled character at all):

No character ever mentions Hermann’s disability in dialogue

  • All too often if you see someone with a cane in media, there is at least one blatant conversational reference to it (which is often delivered as insult or teasing) and Pac Rim ain’t having none of that
  • Everyone is there to be a professional and use their various talents to fight monsters, and everyone is professional and respects everyone else’s various talents that they use to fight the monsters
  • And the man’s been around the PPDC for a decade; the cane isn’t a new thing so of bloody course there’d be nobody pointing it out because it’s as much a daily sight for everyone else as it is a daily use object for Hermann
  • Even his lab partner, whom Hermann trades arguments with like Pokemon cards, never stoops so low as to make any kind of cheap reference to it
  • Said lab partner in fact (albeit in a deleted scene) is conscious of Hermann’s needs to the point that he actively helps keep Hermann upright in a situation that strained him physically

There’s not a character arc around it

  • He never has to “come to terms” with the cane, as is very appropriate for the time, setting, and place in his life in which the story happens
  • He’s had this thing for a -solid- amount of time, of course he doesn’t need to be thinking about it
  • It is the middle of a war
  • It is a non-issue in story terms, and the story lets it be that way
  • Which is why it’s MORE poignant to see as a viewer in media res with their own chronic pain
  • (And yeezus can I emphasize how grateful I am that he’s not addicted to painkillers, that is a flaw thrown onto physically disabled people in fiction with depressing commonality)

His disability isn’t for “plot reasons”

  • Related to one of the points above, do you know, do you KNOW how uncommon it is to see a disabled character not just being disabled for the sole point that it will have some bearing on the story later on
  • In Hermann’s case we don’t have to swallow any exposition about how whatever’s causing him the pain happened
  • Because again, it refreshingly has nothing to do with what’s going on
  • It is not a main motivating factor in fighting against the kaiju, for instance, which would be an all-too-easy lazy-writing-fest that would make his character one-note
  • And there’s not any “tension-raising” b.s. about him having to “overcome” anything to do with his leg during the climax in order to accomplish a task

His age

  • This is self-explanatory
  • Because  w h e n  do you see “young” characters with canes
  • (hint: you really don’t. I’ve looked.)
  • *scrawls  “canes are not just for the elderly”  x10,000*
  • Pain and disease do not discriminate and it is just so refreshing to see that remembered

HE USES IT IN THE CORRECT HAND

  • Seriously you have no idea how often I see this flagrant idiocy in both fiction and real life
  • You use it in the hand OPPOSITE YOUR INJURY, people
  • You will hurt yourself long-term using the cane on the injured side because you are not balancing your weight correctly
  • That is not effective use of your mobility aid

His physicality is spot-on

  • I could go on FOREVER about Burn Gorman’s performance
  • Literally everything the man does is something a long-time cane user would do
  • There are so many subtleties that he absolutely nailed I don’t even think I can list them all
  • His posture, the way he shifts his weight, his gait–they’re all such seemingly little things, things that non-disabled people wouldn’t even know to look for, but IT’S THE LITTLE THINGS THAT GET YOU, MAN, and he’s the only one I’ve ever seen to get them perfectly, and, and,,,,,
  • Also he uses his cane for things other than walking, which makes me !!!!!!! inside!
  • Spinning it in his hands, emphatically pointing with it at things, hooking it onto stuff–you really do start acting out with a cane in that manner if you’ve got one in your life every day!
  • It is possible to make a cane useful for things other than walking, almost in a fun way, and to watch him doing some of the same quirky things that I do is just a delight

There’s no “miracle cure”

  • The notion that a disabled character can be useful -and- badass?? And STAY disabled??? In a futuristic sci-fi film where it would be all too easy to write him some kind of “fix”?????
  • WHAT KIND OF ICONIC, I MEAN
  • Dude has a cane, and that works for him, and the narrative lets him keep it by god, and now look at me tearing up just thinking about it because how many other stories let that just be the end-all-be-all of it, how many
  • Not. A. Lot.
  • Like I can’t even think of any

So yeah, just…bless this boy and bless these movies for putting someone like me at the forefront who I can cheer and cry for and just be generally giddy about being able to relate to

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prettyoddasnineintheafternoon:

Hindsight

I.

How young we were and how young we became with one another as
the bickering of our breaths and the melding of our minds and
the entanglement of what else was left until we couldn’t control that which 
awoke new and strange- blossomed- foreigners forged into one another instead of against and now- 

now that’s all done.

Now the clocks are restarting again.
Now the world is set on course.
Now you are far and frightful and frigid.
Now our cornerstone becomes rigid cracking 
the spine of the boy I loved as he lies wrapped in a

Living Nightmare.

II.

How quietly I watched you break yourself down like an equation.
How I whispered into the softness of your hair.
How I wanted and wanted and wanted even after you weren’t there.

How I observed the crime scene of our desires unfold:

Here is the chalk outline of my palms on your face.
Here is the chalk outline of your nails dug into my waist.
Here is the chalk outline of the race we thought we won so                          unaware the gyre of our dreams had snapped with fanged teeth already catching up on us

(and I listen for the sound of your footsteps fading in the talc-white

Dust, dust, dust…)

III.

Look at me once and you’d see a grimace.
Look at me twice, mein schatz, and you’d see the worry behind my eyes but  I’m not the kind of thing someone looks at twice, am I?

(especially with the world ending)

It’s almost a miracle you even noticed me at all and
it’s such a terrible irony to befall because

you were so loud I had forgotten what I enjoyed about my silence,
you were so loud I had forgotten clashing symbols set my teeth on edge,
you were so loud I had forgotten sound wasn’t supposed to be a thing set on fire and doused in technicolor
until your voice only rang out in the hollow exitlude of passing thoughts.

IV.

Do you hear me in the slivers of your solitude?

(Because I have cenotes within me-)

Do you pick me up with your shattered coffee mug?

(-in which whatever dives down to replace who was once there-)

Do you pull me close in a different bedroom’s dark husk?

(-might only ever skim the surface as seafoam-)

Do you taste the remnants of light on your tongue, a remainder of carried numbers and torches and the brusque natures of kisses bruised as fallen stardust?

(-but can never fill in the depths of what ‘was-is-will be.’)

Do you know you really are my sweetest blunderbuss?

V.

I want the world to end again.

I miss my best friend.

I divide to zero and back down when-

The axel of bedlam turned under your hand and  

(darling, you must forgive me-)  

 for a moment, I forgot I was anything but your truest heart.

-Poems Hermann Gottlieb wrote after the war ended (to a man who was no longer there.)

laurenftagnart:

Here is another Hermann!! That I don’t think I’ve posted yet but that I really really like.

Everybody else’s takes on Hermann being the one w/ the sick tattoos seem to run towards the tasteful; delicate math and programming- inspired tattoos that are easy to hide under umpty million layers of clothing. I decided to take a different tack with sloppy trash polka fractals and a Euler’s identity formula for luck. 

This is hardcore Hermann. Fight club hermann? Come to the lab in the next 15 minutes for an asskickin’. 

Unedited version below the cut (not really all that spicy but just in case you find shirtless art objectionable) 

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