I got an ask from someone who felt timid about drawing curlier hair and wanted some advice! This is by NO means exhaustive and is mostly just my thought process for my own stylization. There are tons of resources for drawing more textured hair, so for this I just wanted to focus on curls. hope it helps!
I’m in awe of how we ran historical revisionism on the civil rights movement so bad that people truly believe it was quiet self-sacrifcial non-disruptive christ-like activism that forced progress and not — like — the incredible economic pressure of boycotts and outbreaks of illegal civil disobedience
Yapping to the choir but eughhh it burns me up girl effective protests have to be loud and inconvenient for change to happen because silent cries die in the dark that’s the entire pointtt
Also, a lot of the so called harmless examples used for peaceful protests were specifically supposed to be disruptive as all hell. Like, take sit-ins, for example. What you were probably told is that black people just refused to leave white only establishments to make a point.
But how they actually worked was manipulating racist policies to cause as much of a delay as possible. They’d sit down at the bar to order (that’s how those restaurants worked, you had to sit down to order and there weren’t many tables) and when the waiter said they couldn’t serve them, they’d respond that they would wait until they could be served. And then all their friends who they organized this with would do the same, and they would sit there at every seat until they’re holding up the whole line. Then nobody could order and the restaurant was forced to either close, serve them, or try and fail to work around them. It wasn’t just to make a point, it was to cost them money and time.
Even what was framed as “quiet peaceful protest” was actually very disruptive both socially and economically.
Does this look quiet, peaceful, nondisruptive?
And the struggle didn’t stop after formal integration, once the Civil Rights act had passed. Because even when they are legally required to serve you, they can make you really fucking uncomfortable and threaten you and the cops probably will take their side.
For one example, there was a cafe that would serve Black people, but would then publicly break the dishes so that no white customer would ever have to eat off a dish a Black person had eaten off of. This was done publicly, right as the Black diner was done eating. The waitress takes the plate and smashes it. This is a signal both to the white diners “see, we hate them just as much as you do, you’re safe here” and also a threat of violence to the Black diners. “If you’re not careful we’ll smash you just like we did this plate.”
But at the same time, if Black people go there and eat every day … how long before the cafe can’t afford to do that? How long before they have broken so many dishes that it’s eating into their profits? How long before the white diners start getting used to eating alongside Black people and simply don’t care as much any longer, or start getting annoyed at the noise and fuss and mess?
Black people eating in white establishments was loud, inconvenient, and disruptive. Because that’s the nature of challenging the status quo.
In writing, epithets (“the taller man”/“the blonde”/etc) are inherently dehumanizing, in that they remove a character’s name and identity, and instead focus on this other quality.
Which can be an extremely effective device within narration!
They can work very well for characters whose names the narrator doesn’t know yet (especially to differentiate between two or more). How specific the epithet is can signal to the reader how important the character is going to be later on, and whether they should dedicate bandwidth to remembering them for later (“the bearded man” is much less likely to show up again than “the man with the angel tattoo”)
They can indicate when characters stop being as an individual and instead embody their Role, like a detective choosing to think of their lover simply as The Thief when arresting them, or a royal character being referred to as The Queen when she’s acting on behalf of the state
They can reveal the narrator’s biases by repeatedly drawing attention to a particular quality that singles them out in the narrator’s mind
But these only work if the epithet used is how the narrator primarily identifies that character. Which is why it’s so jarring to see a lot of common epithets in intimate moments– because it conveys that the main character is primarily thinking of their lover/best friend/etc in terms of their height or age or hair color.
I recently started working in hospitality, and I’ll tell you guys right now, the trope of “there was only one bed” is not as rare as you’d think in real life. A few times a week, at least, I have guys come in who are working together on projects in town or passing through who have to literally book the last room I have available for the night and lo and behold — there is only one bed, and guess what, they give each other a side-eyed look and begrudgingly take it. So write it up, it happens all the time!!!
Never let your There Was Only One Bed dreams die. I was secretly in love with my best friend for over a year when she graduated and moved to Oklahoma (like 1000 miles away) for grad school. Between that travel restrictions, we were so scared we’d never see eachother again.
At the end of summer, when Covid numbers were at a lower point, I took the risk to visit her in her new apartment and I quickly realized that, unlike when I’d spent the night at her house before, the couch wasn’t made up like a bed. She explained that since her new couch was so fancy and pink, I couldn’t possibly sleep on it, and so I needed to sleep in the bed with her. You know, out of necessity. I woke up with her snuggled around me in the middle of the night.
We’re dating now, and I genuinely think I’m going to marry her. Just the other day, though, I mentioned that if she hadn’t been weird about her fancy couch, I probably never would have like confessed my feelings. AND THEN she stood up, took the cushions off the fancy couch, UNFOLDED IT INTO A HIDE-A-BED, and said “I KNOW.”
THIS GIRL. ORCHESTRATED. BED SCARCITY. JUST SO SHE COULD MAKE THE “ONLY ONE BED” EXCUSE. Y’all when I said I just about lost my goddamn mind, I just about lost my goddamn mind. I love this sneaky bitch so much and the moral of this story is BE THE ONE BED YOU WANT TO SEE IN THE WORLD.
Fanfic imitates life, and life imitates fanfic. It’s full circle really.
oh my god
there was only one bed
but it was STAGED
I love this so much
New Fanfic Trope Unlocked!!!!!
AU:There was only one bed - by design👀
Fake dating or only one bed?
Fake only one bed
THE TROPE HAS LEVELED UP
“orchestrated bed scarcity” is my new favorite phrase
Shoutout to one of my favorite fanfics where the wingman breaks a bed to pieces to manufacture an “only one bed” scenario. Good lookin out buddy
I dunno how many people this will even touch but, I miss my younger self, I wish she wasn’t so traumatized and I wish I was there to help them. they would be so proud where we are now. I love you so much.
So… we’re heading for an era of extreme reactionary backlash.
The question is it going to be like 1980’s style or 1930’s style.
We shit on rainbow capitalism (as we should), but it is a good indicator of social acceptance of LGBTQ people. When brands are loud and proud about how much the support gay people(’s money), it means the social conditions have moved in our favor and the potential backlash is weak.
Right now, the power is shifting back to the fascists. That’s bad.
The “need” in society to have rich people running around is mostly for entertainment value.
Let’s say someone who earns $20 million a year due to some really popular product she invented and maybe some smart investments.
This person will never be a billionaire
BUT she will be a fun person to have around on some dumb TV show
“Oh yeah I bought myself a second yacht this year 😅. They’re kind of a guilty pleasure of mine so I thought I’d splurge”
She’s not rich enough to get around paying her taxes, which means she’s probably giving 10-15 million a year or more straight to the government as taxes.
Now, she’s paying the people who build the yacht, keeping them in business. They hire tradespeople and artists to make her ship nice, and those people go on to further stimulate the economy by spending the paychecks they earned building her yacht
She buys houses, clothes, cars, puts her kids through expensive classes, and sets aside a little nest egg so she can retire in comfort and her kids can go to school
That’s not so bad. She’s probably on TV shows talking about how fun it is being rich and everything. Maybe she gives some money to charity and people kinda wanna be like her.
You know what we don’t need?
Someone rich enough to, instead of buying a car, buys the entire car manufacturer
We don’t need someone who has enough money to stop paying their taxes and then pretend they still do.
We don’t need someone who can spend a million dollars in a day and have it replaced that same day.
Spending money SHOULD hurt. Or make you feel SOMETHING.
If you’re collecting money so goddamn fast that you literally can’t spend it fast enough to ever see your bank account go down, we don’t fucking need you.
If you’re collecting that much money, your bank account should just be a wide open door where people can rob you all they want because you won’t even notice anyway.
Are you a billionaire reading this? Give me ten million dollars and I’ll think about shutting up. I won’t, but I’ll think about it.
You’re gonna have to give ten million to every other person reading this though cuz they’re probably not gonna shut up either.
You know what? Actually it’d probably just be easier to PAY YOUR DAMN TAXES. That would get a lot of us to shut up.
Try it. You might like it
Friend, I appreciate the faith you are showing me, but I don’t know if any post of mine has ever been past maybe 200 notes. 10k is a beautiful dream, but a dream nonetheless
Hey so this just passed 400 and I’m not sure why.
But luckily 400 is still nothing so I probably got nothing to worry about.
Police may also feign kettles in order to cause a protest to disperse.
Protests that move quickly are harder to kettle (but are easier to split up as people get left behind).
Something important to note is that kettles are used by police to gather intelligence. Police may tell you that you will be allowed to leave if you provide your name and your address, if you give information about other protestors etc. Police can and will lie to you, do not trust them. Never talk to cops.
Being trapped in a kettle is stressful. Police may decide to arrest a few of you or all of you. Their goal is to gather information and to demoralize you. They might threaten or harass you. Your goal should be to remain calm and to help the people around you remain calm. Remember if nobody talks, everyone walks.
“aroace people are emotionless” “aroace people are cold” i don’t know where that notion came from. i love passionately, obsessively, almost clingily, just not romantically. i love my friends, i love my family, i love my cats. what makes you think i can’t love?
i’m going crazy over all the pink dogwood trees in bloom right now
somebody tagged this #sakura even though i say right in the post that it’s dogwood. sakura means cherry blossoms. this tree doesn’t grow cherries (it grows dogs)
sometimes you guys are extremely strange but i have to forgive you because to me mutualship is like catholic marriage where you have to put up with weird bullshit forever amd you cant get a divorce no matter what
Does anyone want to hear how I ended up using soap made of my betrothed’s exes breast milk?
Like most stories it’s actually less funny than the stinger makes it sound, but I did just remember it lately and think huh, that’s strange, I guess?
So my betrothed’s exes are now married to each other. This story is about North. She and her husband have a baby together. These people are family to us, so that little girl is our niece and we love the shit out of her. Her name is Zelda.
When she was born it turned out Zelda would not, under any circumstances, drink milk that had been pumped. It was really weird, she’d nurse just fine but when offered bottles she’d just cry and cry.
North pumped religiously trying to find some method of actually using this excess milk, but Zelda remained adamant. North researched the phenomena after months of trying, and pumping, and stockpiling, and freezing. Some breast milk apparently has enzymes that turn it sour on contact with air? Or some variety of: the second the milk hit the air it became disgusting.
So then North had a freezer full of breast milk the baby wouldn’t drink. I think even after finding out that her milk couldn’t be consumed she had to keep pumping cause a baby only drinks so much. She didn’t want to waste all the milk, but the baby was no help at all. She did what any reasonable person would do, and googled ways to dispose of excess breast milk. There’s co-ops for breast milk, but no baby was gonna want her milk, as Zelda had proved.
That’s when things got. A little less mainstream. Some people suggested making cheese from it. That’s a real thing. Breast milk cheese. But again, North was pretty sure her milk would not taste very good, so she dove deeper.
Her husband did regularly drink kefir, and he wasn’t afraid of stinky milk so he decided to try to make kefir out of it. But breast milk is a fucking beast, and it was so antimicrobial that it killed all his bacteria. He attempted to boil it and break down the proteins and not only did it smell rank but it still killed his kefir.
What she eventually found was soap. It turns out that breast milk makes amazing soap, it has tons of good skin properties and doesn’t go bad. More importantly no one would have to consume it.
But North had. A lot of milk. When faced with the prospect of waste milk or make soap, North grabbed soap making by the throat and made it her bitch. She bought molds, stocked up her essential oils, and went to work.
She made piles and piles of soap, because again, there was so much milk. At a certain point she goes, “Hey, do you guys want soap? One thing though, it’s made of my breast milk.”
And we did have a moment of like. Hm. That’s weird, but is it? It’s soap, it’ll smell nice, it’ll be good for our skin. Sure.
So then, being a lovely thoughtful person, she customized soaps for us with scents we specifically favored. It arrived in a massive box, all wrapped up and pretty, and we had to store them in the freezer until we were ready to use them cause they were a little melty by nature but man it was good soap. It smelled lovely, she got great scents into them.
They lasted us about a year and I was pretty bummed when they ran out.
I GOT PICTURES!! Look how fucking beautiful this soap is!
She’d never done this before but she just made this gorgeous artisanal quality soap.
For scope, here’s a PILE of the soap she made and this wasn’t even all of it.
BUT THE BEST PART! Is that they still have a ton of it and she’s gonna share more and I’m ecstatic.
Happy Mother’s Day, here’s my friends breast milk soap.
Yeah you might be a genderfuckery person with tons of xenogenders and neopronouns but are you normal about intersex people? Are we just a gotcha against transphobes? Are we your “living proof”? Or are we individuals like you?
Your people are migratory, following the ancient constructor mechs as they cross the planet, building fabulous cities. You cant stay in one place too long, because always behind you are the ancient war mechs.
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