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This dress had fallen down behind a drawer and I was SO happy to find it again! Made it last year and I still love it so much <3 Handmade dress (from H&M scarves) Shoes from H&M Bag from MadPax Headphones from Creative Everything else is thrifted
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Why do witches like always wanna fatten kids up before they eat them?? fat is like the grossest part of meat
“Why hello there, little children~. Please follow me to my magical… FITNESS ROOM. NO P A N S I E S ALLOWED BEYOND THIS POINT. LEAVE YOUR WHINING AT THE DOOR BECAUSE IT’S LEG DAY AND WE’RE ABOUT TO GET R-R-R-RIPPE D.”
Because they’re always cooking said kids in cauldrons and ovens - aka long cooking times at lowish heat. If you do that to fatty meat, the fat melts completely and the meat gets tear-it-apart-with-a-fork soft. If you do it to lean meat, you get tiny little sad meat bits that bring no joy to anyone.
well you did ask
Blue Moon
Made with: salvaged materials, a turky feather, bone/horn, and brass chain.
I want more stories that normalizes the idea that its fucking ok to NOT forgive shitty/abusive family members and that it’s ok to cut ties with them and NEVER forgive them even when they are on their death bed.
Japanese schoolgirl fashion hasn’t always existed for male fantasies only. Meet the ‘sukeban’ crews who used the power of DIY style to pierce through the patriarchal bubble
When all-male gangs wouldn’t let them join, all-female “sukeban” gangs formed their own identities – starting with the uniform.
Between the layers of clothing, sukeban girls would conceal weapons – razors, chains and anything else that one ought to take a jot more seriously than a yo-yo. Indeed, the sukeban sisterhood rivalled their male equivalents for violence and crime: facing off with rival factions, punishing girls within their own group (e.g. for cheating with someone else’s boyfriend), or generally colouring suburban ennui with a splash of petty crime. What’s more, Yakuza-style levels of organisation meant that, at the subculture’s peak, the largest alliance had over 20,000 teenage girls sworn in.
They even inspired a series of exploitation-style movies, akin to the works of Russ Meyer. These movies bore titles like Delinquent Girl Boss, Girl Boss (Sukeban), and Terrifying Girls’ High School.
It continues today in the form of all-female bosozoku biker gangs:
As the expectations for young women to marry and settle continue to be a fact of life in Japan, so too has this all-girl outlaw subculture prevailed as an alternative narrative for young women. Today, you can spot them by their embellished and embroidered jumpsuits, floral tattoos, long manicured nails and bright pink, heavily stickered bikes.
There was a comment on this article about bosozoku gangs being very racist/nationalistic (and said they were as bad as Neo-Nazis). That is not something I had heard. Anyone have more information on whether this is true or not?
I hung out with a lot of yankii and low-level yakuza (who probably had some overlap with bosozoku) during my time in Japan. They were definitely pretty nationalist - my drinking buddy Yuusuke had 大和魂 (“Yamato damashii” - old school way of saying “soul of Japan,” with nationalist connotations) tattooed on his chest, and a Miyamoto Musashi quote tattooed on his knuckles. They weren’t super hardcore gangsters - they lived in the countryside and helped run pachinko operations, best I could tell - so while they had mildly xenophobic views, they gradually warmed up to my friends and me. I recall one of them saying, “I still do not like America. I do like some Americans though.” They occasionally advocated for Japanese-only clubs, banning foreigners from some hot springs, etc. Despite all that, they were great fun and I miss them.
City yakuza are a whole different bag, from my experience. While the guys in Tokyo were scary, you could still joke around with some of them. On the Emperor’s birthday in Tokyo, though, I ran into a bunch of guys from the western parts of Japan (we guessed they were Yamaguchi-gumi), and those dudes have NO sense of humor. They got in big loudspeaker vans, surrounded Shibuya (going up against riot cops), and started yelling things like 外人帰れ (“go home foreigners”), shouting “banzai,” etc. I, having a bit of a death wish, pushed my way to the front of the police barricade, got real close to the guy yelling at me to go back to America, and took pictures of him. These gatherings apparently are an annual occurrence on the Emperor’s birthday.
(this entire account was, of course, the point of view of a privileged, obnoxious, and fairly depressed version of me from around ten years ago. take it with a pinch of salt. I suspect I’d have a lot more nuanced take on things were I to experience all of that again, being who I am now.)
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I’m SO SO SO excited about these! They’re all printed to order in Canada. You can order them today! Get ready for a link dump while I post my faves from the collection…
“In the 1890s, when Freud was in the dawn of his career, he was struck by how many of his female patients were revealing childhood [sexual] victimization to him. Freud concluded that child sexual abuse was one of the major causes of emotional disturbances in adult women and wrote a brilliant and humane paper called “The Aetiology of Hysteria.” However, rather than receiving acclaim from his colleagues for his ground-breaking insights, Freud met with scorn. He was ridiculed for believing that men of excellent reputation (most of his patients came from upstanding homes) could be perpetrators of incest. Within a few years, Freud buckled under this heavy pressure and recanted his conclusions. In their place he proposed the “Oedipus complex,” which became the foundation of modern psychology… Freud used this construct to conclude that the episodes of abuse his clients had revealed to him had never taken place; they were simply fantasies of events the women had wished for… This construct started a hundred-year history in the mental health field of blaming victims for the abuse perpetrated on them and outright discrediting of women’s and children’s reports of mistreatment by men.”
― Lundy Bancroft (via proletarianprincess)
read this carve it into your brains permanently etch it into your skulls r e a d t h i s
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why do so many people romanticize the 1950′s? like calm down we still have milkshakes and racism
I know this^ is probably a sarcastic post, BUT….
For me, I love the 50s for all of its innocence and hope. There were bad things happening, yes, but it had that lovely pastel veneer that made everything nice and neighborly and honest.
Also the music is unparalleled.
my black friend’s grandmother was physically beaten by a group of white boys when she tried to attend a public high school after segregation had been deemed unconstitutional. her grandfather still has the scars on his back from the pressure hoses aimed at him by police. but i’m glad you like that lovely pastel veneer
who can forget the innocence and hope of mccarthyism, the korean war, and the constant threat of nuclear annihilation
We were so innocent when the holocaust was a recent event for which new details were still emerging and numerous wanted war criminals were still at large.
The whole kitschy innocence was mostly the world hurriedly trying to forget that a war had just killed 1 in 50 of the world’s population
Which lesbian movie should I watch now?
Cloudburst (2011)
A lesbian couple escape from their nursing home and head up to Canada to get married. Along the way, they pick up a young, male hitchhiker.
Write it all down, use every ounce of strength you’ve got and write it all out to the very end; but if I, reading, feel this end, then – that’s the end of you.
Marina Tsvetaeva, from Earthly Signs: Moscow Diaries, 1917 - 1922 (via violentwavesofemotion)
The signs as Sylvia Plath quotes
Aries: “Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously near to wanting nothing.”
Taurus: “Would it be too childish of me to say: I want? But I do want: theater, light, color, paintings, wine and wonder.”
Gemini: “What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don’t know and I’m afraid. I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want.”
Cancer: “How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.”
Leo: “Frustrated? Yes. Why? Because it is impossible for me to be God—”
Virgo: “What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle-age.”
Libra: “I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me.”
Scorpio: “I’m dramatic and sloppily semi-cynical and semi-sentimental.”
Sagittarius: “Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night…”
Capricorn: “Nothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me.”
Aquarius: “Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.”
Pisces: “It seems to me more than ever that I am a victim of introspection.”
there is a common thread that I’ve noticed among women wherein many of us (rightfully) believe ourselves to be good girlfriends and wives. and this isn’t without reason. entering into a romantic relationship and we naturally mold ourselves to our partners wants and needs. we think, I’m going to throw the shirt they left here in the wash so they don’t have to worry about cleaning it later. I’m going to pick up ingredients at the market for their favorite meal and make it for them. I’m going to leave a glass of water on their nightstand for when they wake up. I’m going to inconvenience myself in this small way in order to make their life marginally easier. these sacrifices hardly even feel like sacrifices. if anything they’re pleasurable: their happiness is your happiness. and yet it’s clear to me that this is a particularly deeply entrenched tendril of socialization. men rarely think like this, rarely reorient their thinking so radically when in a relationship. it presents a dilemma for women. you can either continue being overtly caring and nurturing, even if it’s not reciprocated or even necessarily appreciated, or you can actively become more withholding, which is emotionally taxing in its own right. what can you do. womanhood is synonymous with dissatisfaction and disillusionment
I want a story about an Italian vampire.
No romance, no action.
Just 200 pages of “What do you mean, I can’t have garlic? Do you know where I’m from?”
TBH I think the main issue would be the mirror thing
have you ever met an Italian man
the amount of time they spend looking in the mirror jfc
#the more you think about it the more all vampire rules are just anti-italian rules#can’t go out in sunlight?? IN ITALY???#Can’t go near crucifixes? IN ITALY???
