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don't forget the RIDICULOUSLY accurate 1790s-1840s costumes
like. they made a tiny embroidered 1840s carter's smock that Rizzo wears in ONE scene for a matter of MINUTES
the costumes in the scenes where Belle and Ebenezer meet and where they break up, again, appear in ONE scene each. and yet both are fully accessorized and show the fashion shift in the several years between those events
they didn't have to do that! very few people would have noticed! AND. YET.
This is literally the costume guild's job. They DO have to do that. And they have to sew copies of all of it.
The things limiting costuming like this everywhere else is time and/or money.
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Is “girl dinner” just another way to be quirky and cute about romanticizing your eating disorder. Time to roll out this baby again
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"Dont drink coffee after 2 PM" is such a neurotypical issue that sounds made up. Such a thing couldnt happen to me, ADHD Georg, who has coffee past 9:30 PM and can still fall asleep freely because I have a natural toxicity resistance to caffeine.
"OooOooOoOh I cant haev cofee so late otherwise I'll be up all night" sounds like a skill issue
I drink a sip of coffee before I lie down as a sedative
Thinkin' bout our frosted friends <3
I felt this
Eating a bagel and being a cunt. Eating a bagel and being a cunt. Eating a bagel and being a cunt. Eating a bagel and being a cunt. Eating a bagel and being a cunt. Eating a bagel and being a cunt. Eating a bagel and being a cunt. Eating a bagel and being a cunt. Eating a bagel and being a cunt. Eating a bagel and being a cunt. Eating a bagel and being a cunt. Eating a bagel and being a cunt. Eating a bagel and being a cunt. Eating a bagel and being a cunt. Eating a bagel and being a cunt. Eating a bagel
the thing about working as a housekeeper is that sometimes I will be called to clean a room that is in such a state that it gives me pause.
The thing about being a housekeeper at a Hospital is that it is not the things that would usually be concerning that leave me with questions.
Like if I go clean a room and it is just covered in blood, I'm not all "where did all this blood come from" that would be silly. It came from inside the patient and they were already in a hospital so they're probably mostly fine hopefully.
In fact "Inside the patient" is where most of the potentially concerning stuff I have to deal with comes from. Vomit? That's from inside the patient. Urine? Feces? Inside the patient baby. Needles full of unidentified drugs? That was supposed to go inside the patient but I guess they frogot.
But when I go to clean a hospital room and it is full of Sand... Did that come from inside the patient? I hope not. Why is there so much sand? Where did it come from? Was there some kind of terrible beach accident?
I have many questions and I'm scared of the answers.
this is such a delightful pair of tags
(me, my parents, my sister, and the baby are sitting at the kitchen table eating lunch)
baby, pointing at the light fixture over the table and signing "on": o.*
my sister: we actually can't turn that light on right now, because the lightbulb inside is burnt out! it needs a new one.
baby: ighbu.
sister: yes, lightbulb! granddaddy said after we eat he's going to climb up there on a ladder and change it, and then the light will come on!
baby: gadada! adda, uuu! ighbu o!
sister: exactly!
baby, signing "on" and pointing at the light and then my dad, with increasing urgency: GADADA ADDA UUUU. O.
my sister: we're going to finish eating first though, ok?
baby: nonono. O. gadada adda uuu.
[a split second goes by]
baby, pointing to himself: ba. adda uuu. ighbu.
me: you're going to climb the ladder and change the lightbulb yourself?
baby: dzyeah. *pointing to the buckle where he is buckled into the high chair* ububu.
me: unbuckle you? so you can change the lightbulb?
baby, highly businesslike: dzyeah.
*pronounced like "on" without the n
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