#gingerbowtie

[iwriteaboutfeminism]

The avengers complaints really bother me. All of the men except Banner have had romantic partners. The love storyline is not something they just threw at Natasha because she is a woman. This is her fifth marvel movie and it's the first hit at her having true feelings for someone. It's not anti feminist to have feelings for another person. She even continued to put her job before her feelings for Banner, and also in several scenes she was the one to save him.

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Yo, Casey, what do I do now that I’ve finished Roswell? 

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Stupid show about stupid alien teenagers stupid making me cry even though stupid me looked up the stupid IMDB page and saw the stupid significantly fewer number of stupid episodes that stupid Alex would be in and stupid knew what to stupid expect but stupid started crying anyway.

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gingerbowtie replied to your post : Omg Roswell is so much fun to watch like I forgot...

It’s beautiful

That it is. That. It. Is.

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gingerbowtie replied to your post : Some Things About Today:

Colin Hanks in Roswell was my favorite. Maria was also an amazing character. I might have to re-watch it.

Yes ohmygoodness they’re both so cute!

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Some Things About Today:

I can’t handle wanting things. It makes me feel ill. Like I’ve just eaten too much of a pizza with a limp/soggy crust and way too much cheap tomato sauce.

Katie and I chatted a bit and I had this moment of thinking, “I actually have friends from the internet” which is something that I absolutely never thought I would have but now I really enjoy. 

I have had a migraine since about 12:30 this afternoon. Yes, I still have it.

My boss bought us drinks from Sonic because we were short staffed and overwhelmed which was really nice but didn’t exactly fix the “overwhelmed.” Anyway: she’s super nice.

I keep some stuff in my car (crackers, trail mix, gatorade, etc.) to offer to the homeless I see on my commute (or construction workers, basically anyone who is stuck outside all day will appreciate a gatorade) and one thing that I keep in my car is bananas because who doesn’t like bananas? Well, it was really hot today and the bananas kind of baked while I was at work. Now my car smells like bananas and I can’t exactly give them to anyone because they’re solid black.

My friend came over to knit and after about an hour or so she goes, “You know you’re purling, right?” And I had basically just been backwards-knitting without thinking about it which is why next winter I’m going to be rocking some really weird looking mittens.

Sarah is a great friend an all around phenomenal person who I really appreciate having in my life.

Casey reblogged a Roswell thing and I was like, “OMG BABY BABY-HANKS!” (translation: “Colin Hanks pre-Get Over It) and that’s how I started watching Roswell.  

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Alexander Winterset

Alexander Winterset was twenty-six years old with a full head of white hair. Not a dye job, either. Just genuine pigmentless locks. He styled it into a faux-hawk. He wore all green every day. 

On the particular day in question, he was wearing a forest green suit—slacks, vest, and jacket—with a true green button down and a light green tie. He wore dark purple lipstick and purple winged eyeliner. He was handsome. 

That morning was just like any other. He woke up, got ready, and drove to Ma’s Diner. Ma was a short woman with short, black hair and strawberry printed dresses. She served Alexander his usual order: a platter of waffles and a black coffee that he promptly soaked in sugar. As Alexander ate, he flipped through a stack of fashion magazines and exchanged flirtatious glances with a short woman with honey-blonde hair.

After about twenty or so minutes, the woman worked up her courage and moved to the seat next to Alexander. “What are you working on? I’m working on an English paper,” the girl laughed. A nervous attempt at a connection.

"I’m a costumer," Alexander explained. "Um, I’m costuming, a… Oh, man, I’m actually, I have to get going."

"Oh," the girl said, disappointed. Then, rallying, she added, "I’m Jonah. Wanna finish this conversation later?"

"Alexander. I’ll be here again this time tomorrow." 

Only he wouldn’t. 

He took his armful of fashion magazines and exited the diner. He took large steps and had a quick stride. Work was a ways away from the diner, but it never took him too long to get from one point to the other. He loved strolling through the city.

He passed by a farmers market. He loved walking by the farmers’ market. He always made up stories for the customers in his mind. A couple on a date, a teenaged boy buying eggplant to make his boyfriend an italian dinner, a group of girls buying flowers for a wedding. 

He passed by a bagel shop where the tables were filled with elderly women with bags of yarn and men in suits talking over spreadsheets. He passed by a small boutique, a lawyer’s office, and his mother’s dentist office. 

Then, he walked straight into a pit. Not your run of the mill dirt pit that, after a bit of yelling, a passerby would help you out of. Instead, it was the sort of pit that sucked you straight out of this world and into another.

So what happened to Alexander Winterset? That’s an excellent question. I’m not quite sure. Maybe he’s in a better world, maybe he’s in a worse one. I hope wherever he is he’s getting to make up stories about people in farmers’ markets. I hope there’s plenty of green clothing. I hope he has purple, silver, and red lipsticks and eyeliners. I hope he’s happy. But what I know is this: wherever he is, he’s not eating waffles at Ma’s diner. He’s not meeting Jonah for coffee and conversation. And he’ll never again walk by his mother’s dentist office.

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First Date gone oh so wrong

Karla Jenkins was ecstatic when Jonathan Rogers, the coolest dude in the tenth grade, asked her to the city fair. Like many a sixteen girl, Karla Jenkins was convinced that an oddly proportioned boy with un-managed blonde hair, narrow hips, and a slightly crooked nose was attractive because the rest of the sophomore class was also convinced that he was attractive. I only tell you this because it isn’t the moral of the story, but it’s important for you to know. Most popular guys aren’t attractive. Just a lot of other people think they are, so you get confused. 

Okay, back to the story.

Finally, the day of the city fair arrived. Jonathan Rogers showed up at Karla’s house at 7:30 sharp, exactly four and half hours after he agreed to pick her up. While waiting for him, she had redone her hair twice, read an entire novel, bought $65.00 worth of makeup for $16.75 online, and reapplied her lipstick twenty-seven times. Her mother, exhausted, begged her to just give up and go to the 6:00 showing of some super hero movie with her parents and five younger brothers. But Karla was relentless. And it paid off, I guess, because at 7:30 Jonathan Rogers showed up. 

Karla Jenkins wore a red dress, tight across her chest that flared out at her hips and hung down to her knees. Her hair was neatly twisted into a fishtail braid. She wore nude lipstick and coal eyeliner. By contrast, Jonathan Rogers showed up in baggy sweatpants and a white t-shirt. Yet, for some strange reason, Karla excitedly slipped into the passenger seat of his car instead of saying, “Oh hell no,” and going to get frozen yogurt with her best friend. 

The fair was a downright disaster. Jonathan had obtained his older brother’s  I.D. and immediately met up with a group of friends at the beer tent. 

"Don’t you want to, I don’t know, play skee-ball or ride the ferris wheel or something?" Karla suggested as Jonathan began guzzling his second mug of beer.

"Yeah, sure, I guess," he muttered. "Just let me finish another drink." He and his buddies were talking and laughing about things that didn’t really need to be talked about and weren’t really funny.

Karla was uncomfortable. Then she was annoyed. Then she was angry. She had put on this nice dress, fixed her hair, and put layer upon layer of lipstick on her lips. Then, she’d waited for four hours for a poorly dressed loser with the inability to brush his hair to show up. For the only reward to be sitting on a sticky bench in a humid tent watching a hoard of sixteen year old boys boozing themselves into insanity. 

So she left. Her first date with Jonathan Rogers would be here last. Good riddance. 

Right outside the beer tent, she ran into another sixteen year old girl, Lacey Lang. Lacey was around six inches shorter than Karla. Her entire head was coated in rainbow colored curls. She wore bright pink lipstick, a teal dress, and a silver locket. 

"Are you all right?" Lacey asked. "You look a bit… upset."

"Yeah, just on a terrible first date," Karla sighed.

"Oh. Are you ditching it?"

"Yeah."

So Lacey and Karla spent the rest of the evening playing skee-ball and riding the ferris wheel. Lacey, who had impeccable aim, won them each giant Care Bears at that game where you throw darts at balloons. Karla, who had some pent up frustration, shot water at a target with such fervor that she was able to score them each plastic horses. They got matching henna tattoos over their collarbones. They ate cotton candy and got ridiculous caricatures drawn. 

When Karla arrived home that evening, her mother asked her if she had a nice time on her date. Without hesitation, she responded, “I had the best time.” As she fell asleep that night, her thoughts never once returned to the horrible part of the evening when she was on the date that she had agreed to go on. So this is the real moral of the story: if you have to decide between hanging out with a sloppy drunk guy or a cute girl with rainbow hair? Pick the cute girl with rainbow hair.