Into That World Inverted

38 - she/her - feminist - fangirl - witch   

[ohtendril]

Mrs. Hall! What on earth...?

[anomalyyart]

part 1 of my pride series: Francesca Bridgerton and Michaela Stirling

[imifos]

stab scene intimacy coordinator

[laterkiss]

happy pride month 🏳️‍🌈

[8nin]

seeing someone’s handwriting for the 1st time is lowkey so personal and beautiful idk how to explain it

[leighlew3]

[shipsnsails]

That Little Women quote, “but I’m so lonely” is EXACTLY the vibe of refusing to compromise yourself and your integrity and your ambition and your agency and your SELF for absolutely ANYONE and having to come to terms with the fact that it leaves you alone and you would rather stay silent than admit the shame to anyone that you are lonely because of it.

[myforeverworldofmovies]

Audrey's hugs + Siegfried

[kropotkindersurprise]

[shipsa-hoy]

[swiftiesbuddie]

it kind of sucks that the bridgerton family is white

because that guarantees that we won’t get a main couple in the show that is either

an interracial couple not involving a white person

a same sex couple not involving a white person

which are relationships and stories that i think we deserve to see more of in mainstream media

[sobloodywhat]

Audrey Hall - the one truly indispensable person at Skeldale

[graceisinthelibrary]

The colour composition of this scene will always amaze me. They are not just in colour-sync with each other but also with their whole environment. In this scene they are one. Their clothes, their home, even the box with their word game. Everything fits. It's just beautiful ❤️

[inkskinned]

Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.

At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.

At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.

“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.

The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.

I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.

I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.

I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht. 

I’m not worth the cost of a watch.

[inkskinned]

i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.

i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.

as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.

disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.

at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.

i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.

i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.

we are both worth more than the watch, anyway.

[simplytomh]

happy pride month!

full version :)

[the-tenth-arcanum]

— "Opera ensambles" by Neil Kurtzman

[theghostparty]

“If you’re not the beautiful one, the quick-witted one, or the ones that are good at games and full of youthful energy, then who are you? And what can you do if you’re the odd one out? Is it possible you’ll ever find a way to fit in?”

this one goes out to anyone who has ever escaped to a staircase when the party got to be too overwhelming