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No IDs, but these tags got me in a huff:
So ok look. The point is not the flared leg by itself. These cannot be yoga pants. These are, and you have to understand this if you are too young to have worn them, BLUE JEANS. And this was the last years before all jeans were 70% spandex.
They were denim, and they weren't bell bottoms. They hung loose from the knee in a way that would make a wizard envious. We all walked around like we were wearing hakama. And they dragged on the ground. That was important. Ragged cuffs. If your jeans weren't so long that they had ratty cuffs, they were embarrassingly short.
And the thing about denim is that it's a twill weave and it's cotton. So not only does it hold a lot of water, it wicks. Walking around in these suckers on a wet day could get you wet to the knees even if you never stepped in a puddle.
Then you'd go inside and take off your shoes and try to avoid letting your freezing, wet, filthy pant legs touch your skin.
Yoga pants. Hmf.
people in cold climates would have a tide line of white marks around their knees (if they were normal height) in the winter.
From wicking up road salt.
The visceral memory of that time is something that never leaves you. Everyone's jeans were many inches higher in the back than the front because you kept stepping on the hem and ripping it off. Your lower legs were so very cold. Every new pair of jeans literally enveloped your entire foot, they were so so long re: leg-to-waist ratio. Walking on a rainy day was a legitimate workout. You have no idea.
Chappell Roan, who left her talent agency when she found out the Ceo was in the Epstein Files, is getting more hate than people in the actual Epstein files. Pedophiles are currently presidents and starting wars, wife beaters are getting awards and selling out stadiums, but a lesbian who is not the nicest most cheerful person 24/7 is the actual devil and getting banned from performing. I think she should be meaner. Let her be the nastiest bitch in the world. Maybe more women will wake up from the fucking trance this world has put us through and realise being "not nice" is not the biggest crime in the world.
I came across a child having a crisis today.
I was exploring the gardens behind the flat and came across a crying small child (under school age?) and his very tired mother. The kid was holding a plastic ball and the mother was saying “It’s ok, if you want to throw it, you can throw it .” and the kid wailed, “BUT IF I THROW IT I DONT HAVE IT ANYMORE!”
“So don’t throw it.”
“BUT I WANT TO!”
I turned around and walked away before I could laugh. I don’t know what facet of life that child was learning, but he was taking it hard.
Shout out to all the parents trying to help their kids process the earth shattering "to throw the ball or have the ball" conundrum.
Honorable mention to any also managing "the blue bowl is dirty right now, do you want the green one?" or "if your feet are cold, have you considered putting on your socks?"
nobody talks about how exhausting it is to live in that space between "things will get better" and "i can't handle this anymore." it's like your emotions are constantly swinging. leaving you both hopeful and defeated in the same day.
nobody talks about how exhausting it is to live in that space between "things will get better" and "i can't handle this anymore." it's like your emotions are constantly swinging. leaving you both hopeful and defeated in the same day.
nobody talks about how exhausting it is to live in that space between "things will get better" and "i can't handle this anymore." it's like your emotions are constantly swinging. leaving you both hopeful and defeated in the same day.
not nearly enough people talking about the way grace betrayed stratt too if you ask me. and tbf i get it, bc the implication is less overt (at least in the movie? still haven't read the book) but it's sooo much more interesting to me than the way she betrayed him.
bc like the way i see it she really did not need to pretend grace had a choice. those 3 hours she gave him were meaningless as far as the project itself and the fate of the world were concerned. and yes, it was in the hopes that he would come around on his own, but i don't think that was for grace's benefit. if anything, it probably would have been less painful for him if he'd never thought he had a say.
stratt wasn't asking for his consent, she knew it never mattered anyway. she was asking him to take some of the weight of his own death off her conscience, and he said no. no, i won't make the hard call for you just this once, not even with the whole world on the line. no, i won't acknowledge that you never had a choice either. no, i will not absolve you of the one sin it's in my power to forgive. that's gotta sting, even if she wasn't really expecting him to say yes, or even to recognize those 3 hours for what they were. she probably wasn't. she knows a long shot when she takes one.
"Toby fox doesn't like AU's!! All of them mischaracterise characters!!!! Especially Sans!!!!"
Toby fox:
They got off to a rocky start.
And now his reign of terror begins.
it's a safe space
me, quietly whispering to the ao3 page of an author who doesn’t even know I exist: I am obsessed with you
me, whispering to the ao3 page of an author who hasn’t updated anything in four years: I think about you often and I hope you’re alright
me, whispering to the ao3 page of an author who wrote one life altering banger and nothing else: I hope your pillow is cool and your skin is clear and you find money in a forgotten jeans pocket
me, whispering to every single person on this post: please leave one singular comment saying literally any of that
btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here
the evening light feels different here.