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anonymous asked:

I am going to a wedding in a few weeks, and I am set to be a bridesmaid. Problem is, I'm nonbinary and strongly prefer to present androgynously/masculine. I am currently closeted, wearing a dress is required for this, and I cannot wear even a compressive bra. All that I might be able to stand. It's mainly all the "you look like a girl for once!", "Don't you want to be pretty like this more often!", and "teasing" comments that I'm worried about. Tips for handling a day of social dysphoria?

This might be way too late, and also this advice is childish but: I honestly pretend to be a spy. This dress, this look? It’s just part of my cover. Oh, you’re complimenting it? Perfect, that means the disguise is working. Secretly, I’m the manliest man to ever man. Or, alternatively, I’m the most androgynous spy to ever trick these fools into thinking I’m a pretty princess. Ha, those fools!

Or you can straight up ask people not to tease you like that. You don’t have to come out to them, just tell them that you really don’t it. If they really respect you, they’ll respect your wishes, too. 

all right lads

I’m AFAB and trying to dress as Closeted Queer as possible, so I’ve got:

  • rolled up sleeves on a regular t-shirt for no goddamn reason
  • dirty beat up black and white converse
  • a leather bracelet
  • black tights beneath black shorts
  • it doesn’t all quite go together and looks kind of tacky

how Lesbian do I look?

anonymous asked:

I’ve heard various victorian etiquette rules in many Top 5/10 lists, but how many of them are true?

Oh boy. On the average list, few enough that I have to rant to my roommate and punch a pillow to calm down. Let’s pick a horrible listicle and venture into the depths, shall we?

Here it is: 10 Ridiculous Victorian Etiquette Rules

10.  Fashion Etiquette: Crinolines and Corsets

Well, right off the bat, the photo they use to represent a woman in a cage-crinoline “waiting for help to get dressed” is from a series of satirical photographs. That cage is intentionally WAY larger than what any woman would ever wear.

Then there’s this gem:

The average girl needed many styles of dress stashed in her closet, including dresses for balls, dinners, walks and carriage rides, in addition to country and evening dresses.

I mean, the average girl might aspire to that. But a solidly middle-class girl would more likely have a few day dresses, suitable for walking, riding, or just going around the house, and a “best dress” for church and special occasions. Even among the elite, people generally had fewer outfits than we do today.

Nothing they say about crinolines is technically incorrect, but they do rather bafflingly call bustles “crinolettes.” Also, this is a good time to point out that the Victorian era spanned A WHOLE CENTURY. Fashions changed, and just like you can’t say the 1930s and the 1980s looked at all the same, there is no universal Victorian look. 

9:  Street Etiquette

They took this almost verbatim from an 1869 etiquette guide, so yeah, I’d say this is all solid. The only thing I’ll add is that just because the powers-that-be said that was what you were supposed to do, doesn’t mean that’s always what happened. The part about young unmarried ladies never going out unaccompanied in particular; sometimes your friend could count as a chaperone even if she was also a young unmarried lady, especially if neither of you were teenagers anymore. See also: Lucy and Mina wandering around Whitby on their own in the early chapters of Dracula.

Also, I don’t see how a lady having to initiate contact with a man is bad. Can we bring that back so I can get to work without being bothered by random douchebags? Thanks.

8:   Introduction Etiquette and Addressing Nobility

This is all true, but it’s still true today in countries that have nobility and I fail to see how it’s relevant to Joseph Q. Average-Victorian, Esq. or his wife Arabella. I guarantee you not every Victorian had the entire peerage memorized.

7:  Calling Card Etiquette

Again, true, but once more they’ve used a satirical image- this time a cartoon -as the header for the story. Also not really that ridiculous in a time before instant mass communication. You couldn’t just post on Facebook “coming into town on Saturday, hit me up!” You had to do the equivalent of going to each friend individually and letting them know you were around. If you had to go to that much trouble, you’d definitely want to make it easier on yourself by having cards made up.

6:  Visiting Etiquette

Mostly true. Mostly not that ridiculous. Mostly only applicable to the upper echelons of society. I’m sensing that these are major themes of this listicle. Also, morning calls may have been any call before dinner, but dinner largely meant lunch. Supper was the evening meal.

5:  Dinner Party Etiquette

Did this person just go through Pool’s and write everything down in a vaguely sardonic tone as if it’s the most ludicrous thing they’ve ever read? I mean, yeah, these baroque rules existed, but they were only followed in the strictest formal settings. This isn’t exactly etiquette that had much bearing on people’s everyday lives. This is like if someone started sniping about the practice of consciously arranging who would sit at what tables for a modern wedding reception.

4:  Presentation at Court


3:  Courtship

The picture used is Edwardian, not Victorian, and no duh he’s breaking rules. It’s a staged picture meant to be amusing or cute or whatever. I feel compelled to point out again that these “rules” may have been set down in etiquette guides, but the degree to which they were strictly followed varies. 

A girl could consider herself a spinster if she failed to find a husband within three seasons (essentially, three years, but among the Fancy English Society People)? Really? If she came out- that is, had her debut/presentation at court and was considered eligible for marriage -at age 17 or 18, that would mean that 20-year-olds were considered spinsters. Which. No. Not even remotely. I can point out half a dozen examples in my own family tree of Victorian people who got married for the first time in their 30s. Marriages were younger on average, but only in a woman’s early 20s as opposed to mid-late 20s today.

Also the advice that a 27-year-old woman marry a 40-year-old man…yeah that may have been advised but I highly doubt it was often followed.

2: Ballroom Etiquette

“Country dance” had two meanings. One, as suggested, is a less formal dance in the country, but these could also be called balls. The other is a dance performed in two facing lines (traditionally of ladies and gentlemen; nowadays of any gender permutation. although ladies did often dance with ladies even in the 19th century, because while masculinity permitted men to attend dances in the hopes of finding a lady to woo and/or bed, the crowd still tended to skew female).

I don’t mean to keep belaboring the point that all of this is only relevant to the Victorian 1%, but. All of this is only relevant to the Victorian 1%. And most of the Victorian 1% were busy ignoring it anyway, because they were aristocrats and nothing is more aristocratic than a total lack of fucks given about propriety. The people who read guides like this, generally, were the nouveau riche or social climbers. Or some super-prudish elderly aristos.

1: Engagement Etiquette

 This is true in the sense that most of it was what you were technically supposed to do and, I firmly believe, totally false in every practical sense. Having read Victorian love letters, I have trouble believing any couple “lived as perfect strangers” for a period after their engagement while they got their affairs in order. Also, I think they’re interpreting part of this guide as an admonition against even hand-holding or brief kissing with one’s fiance(e) when it actually means that you shouldn’t go off and round second base in a corner.

The author mentions Jane Austen in the afterword, which seems just like the rest of the article: staggeringly irrelevant to a general discussion of Victorian etiquette. So there’s one common mistake these listicles make. They interpret the byzantine rules proscribed- and not always followed -by the upper crust as the rules everyone lived by. Very little in this article was technically inaccurate, but it was pretty misleading. And this is one of the milder ones I’ve read.

I’d say take Ridiculous Victorian X articles with a huge grain of salt and Google anything that seems fishy. Their concern is not accuracy, but fanning the flames of that nice modern superiority feeling in their readers’ hearts to get more clicks. And if you think the 19th century is alone in complicated standards of etiquette, try reading any discussion of how to behave on Instagram.


Well it almost got cold in Houston, so I decided to take advantage and wear some longer sleeves. I wish this weather would just make up it’s mind.

I love prints, so when I saw this vintage dress at the thrift store I just had to get it! I already owned this awesome fabric for the head scarf and together I thought it was a great look. 

Thanksgiving is tomorrow, and my family had made plans for dinner at my Grandad’s, but yesterday he fell and broke his hip, so now our plans have all been postponed. 

It was pretty scary to see him in so much pain. Thankfully I work as a caregiver to him, so I, as well as my mom and sister, were there only minutes after the fall.

This was the whole reason I moved back to Houston…to be with and help my Grandad. My Grandmother passed away this time last year, so it’s been a strange time being in this city without her and I can only imagine how that’s affected Granddaddy, after all they were married for over 60 years (unbelievable!). 

In my family, on both my mom and dad’s sides, every event pretty much revolves around the Grands, so this season is already proving to be pretty tough for me. My Grandad is the last of my Grands and I’m really struggling with this. However, I am so so grateful to be able to be spending so much time with him now. There are so many distractions in life, the only thing that really matters are the relationships you have with people and the memories you make with them. Time is precious, don’t let it slip away from you.

the millionaire and his lover | jjk

summary: over the course of your lifelong friendship with jungkook, you can’t say that you’ve ever had the greatest ideas, and a fake relationship with the boy you’ve been in love with for years is no exception. 

{self-gratuitous ceo au, friends-to-lovers, and fake relationship trope rolled into one big shitstorm of a jungkook fic}

pairing: jungkook x female reader
word count: 18k
genre: fluff, angst, and light smut
warnings: alcohol mentions, smut
a/n: hello all! i wanted to kickoff my writing on this blog with a bang, so here’s a longish fic on my wildest dreams. 

When you first tell people that you happen to know CEO and multimillionaire Jeon Jungkook, they tell you one of three things:

1: You’re so lucky! Could you introduce me?

2: You must have saved an entire country in your past life.

3: Is he as much of an asshole as the news outlets make him out to be?

What you don’t say, though, is this: You and Jungkook have had history for as long as you could remember. As not only neighbors, but also childhood friends, you happen to know quite a lot about the man who made a name of himself before he even graduated from university. You would also very much like to keep quiet the fact that you’ve harbored a crush on the boy for quite some time now, obvious to everyone whose name isn’t Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook is, in one word, brilliant. He is brilliantly intelligent, brilliantly talented, brilliantly beautiful. He is suave and smooth and gets what he wants and if he didn’t possess such a disdain for the tabloids that do nothing but stretch the truth, he would have them wrapped around his finger. Sure, he’s no actor or singer, but he is a celebrity, and a skilled one at that. The media know no boundaries when it comes to a man like Jungkook, painting him as stunning yet rude, rich yet selfish, smart but cold. You know they blow his brief affairs out of proportion, and you know they will never know the boy who fell off of his bicycle in the second grade.

Jungkook is not powerful enough to replace the stars in your sky, but he is powerful enough to rearrange them right in front of your eyes, creating endless constellations that all remind you of him. He is the boy you have cherished since your elementary school days, when he would accidentally drool on your shoulder and throw sand into your mouth, and you are the girl who, despite all class differences, has stuck by him through thick and thin. It is not enough, but perhaps to him, it is.

“Do you ever try to mooch off of his wealth?” People ask you. “I would.”

And sure, every now and then you will ask him for money and he will give it to you, but your intentions are pure and you do not, will not, ever take his generosity for granted. Not when he has so much and you so little. You know what life is like when the world keeps trying to trip you, and a bit of smooth ground is not enough to keep you from forgetting the struggle.

That is, until you get laid off your job due to an influx of new workers, and your next student debt payment is due in roughly, a week.


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anonymous asked:

Okay one I love you! And I love everything that you write! I always check on here 😂 Can you do a chocobros x reader trying on their bf clothes or cosplaying? Btw you are awesome! Okay bye! x3

Awww, I love you too! This is seriously one of my favorite things! Couples exchanging clothes are super cute and I’m all about it all the time!



One of your favorite things to do was to sit with Noctis while he was fishing. His arms wrapped tightly around you, as he held the rod, and the moment that he felt a tug the two of you would work together to bring the fish to shore. Yet you had never expected to suddenly be torn from the docks and sent splashing into the water below.

“You okay in there?” Noctis asked, knocking on the bathroom door, you had currently been in there for the last 45 minutes attempting to scrub the smell of lake and fish off of you.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a second.” You called, looking to the mess of black clothes before you. Sharing a suitcase with your boyfriend, you had realized that at this time Ignis must have taken both of your clothes to be washed with the others, and the only clean outfit you had available now was one of Noctis’s.

Looking up from his phone, Noctis was shocked to see you in his clothes. You had worn his jackets multiple times, and even on some occasions, you’d steal a shirt to sleep in. Yet to see you in the full attire the Prince was known for, you looked so cute.

“Sorry, I had to steal your clothes sweetie, I think Iggy is doing a load of land-eee!” You squeaked as he embraced you tightly, nuzzling into your shoulder. “Noct?”

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imagine allura taking everyone on a diplomatic mission (a formal event that requires formal wear), and because nobody had time to pack extra clothes before leaving earth, they raid the castleship’s closets and dress up in altean fashion

ok, i really just wanted to design some outfits in allura’s and coran’s style, i love it sooo much