I saw one person online say that people who dress historically every day are "forcing their hobbies on everyone else"
but I have had countless people stop me on the street in winter and tell me that they love my homemade, 1890s-inspired coat
and I must try to remember things like that when I get mad about isolated Hot Takes on the Internet
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prop making freaking me out
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Fit and Pac: *Flirting, teasing each other, being sweet, saying a long-winded goodbye and following it up with more flirting and a hug, completely oblivious to the world around them*
Cucurucho, who's been sitting in a tree 5 feet away from them waiting to be noticed for the last 10 minutes:
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i know i’ve rambled about this before but I think about it a lot with the various like “can reptiles/fish/non cat/dog pets ACTUALLY love you back” posts and articles about how to tell when your cat loves you and I just sometimes think it’s a little silly to act like love is both this grand ineffable mystery in regards to pets (or people) and something to be measured and assessed
like does Baloo let me hold her paw for a long time (a Measure of Trust according to many articles)? No, she doesn’t really like having her paws touched. But when she gets her head stuck in the back of a chair or her scarf’s caught on something, she stills the moment I touch her head and lets me—a big, strange creature (who frankly often runs into furniture and doorframes)—manipulate the most fragile and vital part of her body in order to help her.
love is an action imo. your dog doesn’t need to be able to comprehend the words ‘I love you’ to feel loved, and your snake doesn’t need to purr to show that it trusts you and likes being around you. love is going to look a little different in every setting and trying to both box it in and demand it meet certain criteria is just...kind of dumb
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Part 2! I really need a break now from multipanel comics. Eng + notes below
OK SO this is my foray into the time-honoured tradition of modifying nursery rhyme lyrics to make them EDGY (a craft I remember well from my elementary school days and which I think Boris would be a fan of). Polish friends reading this, I officially forbid you from messaging me about how cringe it is. I KNOW.
To little Wojtuś from the ashpan, a tiny spark is blinking
"Come, I'll tell you a story; the tale will be long
Once, a wounded prince came to love a bandit
When he awoke in the morning, he saw the palace all plundered"
And just for the hell of it, the actual real verse Boris is referencing at the end! Like all good lies, it's grounded in truth.
To little Wojtuś from the ashpan, a tiny spark is blinking
"Come, I'll tell you a story; the tale will be long
Once, there was a princess, she came to love a musician
The king had them wedded - that is the whole story"
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Hi Joy!! Long time listener first time caller (and buyer) 😂 Just bought a copy of flirting with phangs for 7.99 (to make up for some of the checkmarks) AND to spend my birthday reading since my dad has covid :/ bday wishes from Holly Mop? I hope you have a good Sunday !
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Aw, thank you! I really appreciate it! And I hope you enjoy Phangs. I’m so sorry about your dad.
Holly Mop is sending you concerned but happy birthday vibes:
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obligatory note that i know very little about ancient greek culture, stories, & beliefs beyond my greek mythology phase from ages 8 to 11 but i get sooo pissed off abt arachne bc she literally WAS better than athena. like sorry a bad bitch said she was a bad bitch and then was able to actually prove it?? WHAT happened to sisterhood. & then when arachnes like guess i’ll kill myself after literally being humiliated by a goddess in front of everyone — for being better than her — it’s STILL not enough so athena decides to i have no mouth and i must scream this woman for literally committing the crime of 1) understanding her own skill and refusing to undermine her art 2) factually challenging authority even to the face of a god and 3) being better than she is. athena was up on olympus hating from a cracked screen on an empty stomach literally disgusting.
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I'm sorting vaccinations out for going to the US and I think Americans would genuinely have heart attacks if they found out British people (Idk if any other Europeans do this or anyone in general) have 'Chicken Pox Parties'.
Basically, if someone's child has Chicken Pox, they'll encourage their other kids (If they have others) to spend more time with their ill sibling. The 'Party' bit is more for the actual gatherings just for Chicken Pox. The parents will invite any of their friends who also have kids, or other parents they get along with from their kid's school, with the intention to make all of them end up with Chicken Pox. We have a massive 'herd immunity' mindset for Chicken Pox.
My sister had it the full three times. I used to sleep in my sister's bed as a kid because I didn't like sleeping in my own room, and I still did this when she had Chicken Pox. I had it once (Maybe twice but I can't remember), I have a scar on my arm from one of the spots. It was gross but we were never scared of it, it was just normal for us, it was like any other cold.
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the world looks better through your eyes
I’ve started staring out windows more often.
Do you notice the casual biker?
Do you notice the walker with their earbuds in?
Do you notice the couple holding hands and pressing up to each other?
Sometimes I don’t, you can’t see everything.
But when I do I am reminded of all the lives we lead
Most of us will never interact with each other
I will never know their names.
But I will see them.
I will think about them.
I will wonder what they plan on eating for dinner tonight
I will wonder if they go home and call their mom
Or maybe they open the door to a lovers arms
I am reminded that we live.
I am reminded that we breathe.
I am forever reminded that every day-
We are surrounded by the mundane beautiful.
The world is beautiful in the smallest ways
I will enjoy myself until the end of time
I will smile with my last breath
The light in my eyes won’t leave
If I have something to say about it
I don’t know what drives me to this passion
Maybe it's the way I can see the stars at night
Maybe it's the headlights on the freeway
Maybe it’s the foliage around me as I walk
Maybe it’s just how it’s supposed to be.
I can see that you see it too
And when I hold your hand,
When I press against your side,
When we laugh like no one is watching,
I’m aware of the fact that we are living:
In a world of stars,
In a world of beauty,
In a world of love.
And I’ve found it with you.
-the world looks better through your eyes (By me)
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