we need to destroy the idea that girls should wear makeup. normalize bare faces on prom queens and flower girls and cheerleaders. no products at all instead of '7 product simple makeup routine.' no more 10 step skincare and regular facials and dermablading and gua sha just to be comfortable with yr natural face. i want to see eye bags on the funny librarian and acne on the swim coach and wrinkles on all our adult role models. i want to see a 16 year old girl that has never tried putting on eyeshadow. i want to see a 7 year old girl who doesn't have to go out and buy powder for her dance recital. i want to see trans women and girls everywhere to never have to wear makeup, regardless of how well they 'pass.' no more 'contouring to look masc' either. a post-beauty industry world is possible
reblogs are on but if you bring up the stage makeup point that i have addressed three times yr blocked on sight ☹️
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He faked cancer, he's been shot robbing his own bar, he's been arrested for arson, he bit open the jugular of a mall Santa in an attempt to kill, he kidnapped a bar critic with a hammer in a fit of rage, he gifted a woman a box of spiders and a man a box of hornets, he tried to chuck a woman out a window, he beat up a group of children for stealing his friend's bike (and might have killed a kid). He lives in a filthy one-room apartment with a rich old man and they keep cans of piss stored in every corner, because he boarded up the bathroom (toilet is noisy) and the bedroom (rooms behind other rooms are creepy). He can't read or write, but he's insistent on writing speeches and signing contracts. He makes up songs in fits of anger and to release his trauma when he's high, he created a play about his CSA, but it was actually just a cover for a marriage proposal to a woman he's stalked for a decade, and he continues to stalk her for another decade. He's an alcoholic janitor who huffs chemicals daily, and he'd happily skin someone alive while hallucinating, just as easily as he cut open his own arm in an attempt to win a made-up game.
He is a terrible man
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so i work for a small regional museum. remotely, i should add. the museum itself is about 2000km west, so i've never actually been there but i research and write articles about local history for them. and because the town was only formally settled in the 1920s and a lot of the museum's supporters are older, the majority of the history i write about is within, or just outside of living memory. this means that people will comment on our posts with memories or connections of their own. they'll tag their friends and family and say 'remember this?'
a few week ago, i wrote a week's worth of posts about immigration, largely displaced persons in the aftermath of the second world war. there was an outpouring of memories and people tagging their family members and sharing them. our notifications were blowing up with people saying "thanks for writing about my uncle" and "i knew them when i was young, but i never knew their story" and "she looks so beautiful here" and "our families used to get together for dinners, i'm still friends with his daughter."
regular people, non-historians, are inclined to think of history as a monolithic past leading up to the present; an easy timeline of textbook names and events. and we think of museums largely the same way. you have the louvre and you have the smithsonian and maybe a modern art museum or a niche museum for skeletons or canoes or one specific guy. museums are reserved for the big things, but they're also for the little things and people that will never be in textbooks.
and i'm thinking about the way people responded to those posts, seeing their own history remembered with the same reverence as the big stuff. maybe you never knew the people being written about, or maybe you did, and for a few days, they are alive again, and your neighbours and your classmates and your councilmen are remembering your family, and they are alive.
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I love three houses discourse because I'm pretty sure everyone just picks their route based on which house leader they're the most gay for and then tries to defend their pick by pointing out the other sides's war crimes via twitter memes. Reader, all four of them do substantial quantities of war crimes. So many. We're just here because the woman with Issues and a big fuck-off axe said so, and then we gotta justify everything she did in the name of dismantling the class system. I mean, I'm here for that, but you could also try justifying Charm Man uses poison and perfidy to try to stop racism, A Sad Little Meow Meow gives no quarter instead of doing therapy, or the Thicc Pope tries to bring back her mom via human experimentation, depending on your tastes
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Also why did July become of the most busiest, hottest and most expensive month of my life
I need August to become boring as shit. No more shit happening to me, no more emergencies, no weddings, no birthdays, no health scares, no more heatwave, no more social obligations, no nothing I just want to stay home, make stickers for my life blood aka patreons and write fanfiction in an air-conditioned space PLEASE
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I absolutely love buddies Danny and Jason that meet back when Jason was dead to then either lose contact because one-sided amnesia from being brought back to life or yes we have kept in touch all this time but it will not be brought up until the situation calls for it. yep. its great and angst and friendship but i raise you
Jason who regains his memories from when he was dead after being dunked in the pit but has no way on doing anything about them since he needs a core to do a summoning call and because of the corrupted ectoplasm he can’t feel his anymore
i mean
i love angst and long lost childhood(?) friends so this is a good mix of both, the storyline goes the same for jay, who on top of having to deal with the whole i-died-and-nothing-changed hurt and betrayal, struggles to make amends over having no one there for him, over having the gnawing feeling of a vital part of him missing, replaced with a feeling so raw of wrongness he wants to claw it off but can’t, that drives him to anger every time and to lash out and be afraid to find comfort in anyone because he did that, both in life and in death and both were ripped away without warning, so harshly it was like he had grabbed onto a rope he wasn’t sure it would hold only for when he finally grabbed tight it was for it to get teared away so hard it hurt his hands, left him bleeding and falling and without any support.
it certainly doesn’t help the madness, but how would he react years later when he’s back with the family and then they have to summon the ghost king??
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