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I’m crocheting a scarf. Two scarves, actually. One’s pastel baby colors: blue, pink, yellow, and white. The other one is the one in the picture above. I chose the first ball of yarn because it was soft and pretty. I chose the second because it looked like a solarpunk color scheme.

Look, the clothing/fashion industry has problems. Cheap clothes rely on underpaid, sometimes underage workers. Fashion itself sells an image of very white, very thin beauty. It would be very much within the solarpunk ideal to dismantle this industry by encouraging  homemade clothes and style.

Yet this doesn’t seem to be the reason we do it.

I’m not shaming people who are just trying to enjoy designing and making nice clothes. Nearly everything is problematic and nobody can fight all the battles all the time. And as T. X. Watson says, there’s no proper way to do solarpunk.

I bring this topic up because it illustrates the line between solarpunk-as-aesthetic and solarpunk-as-political-movement, and each influences the other.

One aspect of DIY is that it empowers individuals. Their creations are unique to the producer. Ideally, this means there is no pressure on the designer to make something cheap and fast, nor on the wearer to fit a premade category in order to buy products.

In this way, celebrating DIY fashion is a positive form of protest. It creates a counter-culture, one that fits squarely within the solarpunk ideal.

Things I associate with GOT7

Mark: Big scarves, sweater paws, holding hands, morning cuddling, sitting by the fire, morning walks, melted candles, releasing paper lanterns, dream catchers, doodles in notebooks, postage stamps, beige clothes, picnics, buttons on jackets, embroidery, picture frames, wicker, aged paper, Sahara roses.

JB: Brick walls, dried flowers, record stores, ripped jeans, coffee shops, the sound of late night traffic, blurred lights, water drops, shattered glass, street lights, storms, walking in the woods at night, road trips, laying in fields, leather jackets, Gothic font, rail roads, basement concerts, hopping fences. 

Jackson: Looking at Christmas lights, the feeling of hot chocolate warming you up, tinsel, brewing tea, morning kisses, tight long hugs, street lights at night, homemade baked goods, pine needles, the smell of a lit candle, sweet texts.

Jinyoung: Natural lighting, succulent, clean sheets, knit blankets, baby’s-breath, Polaroid, hanging lights, dream catchers, walking bare foot on the beach, black and white clothes, the sound of wind chimes, watching trees sway in the wind, the sound of a shower running, tiled floors, green houses. 

Youngjae: Cloud gazing, cold winter breeze, flower fields, mist, compasses, writing journals, sunrise, flowers blooming, staring out the window, fresh lemonade, sitting by a lake, homemade meals, wheat fields, garden mazes, floral patterns.

BamBam: Chokers, crosses, white collared shirts, loose sweaters, black fedoras, paint smears, smoke, monochrome, damask, geometric patterns, cross hatching, marble, dates at museums, city skylines, mirrors, crystals, fountains, paisley.

Yugyeom: Flower crown, full sized teddy bears, back hugs, cherry blossom trees, sunrises, bean bag chairs, dates at an arcade, first kisses, receiving flowers, bubble baths, riding bikes in the country side, reflection of light on water, making a wish, dandelions.

something paradise

cs au. ‘there’s something about breaking an engagement and leaving the man you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with and finding yourself roommate-ing with the man who’s loved you through years and boyfriends and breakups and uncertainties that makes a person a little weepy, a little off balance, a little unsure.’ 

(i’ve been working on this for at least six weeks, and it’s finally, finally finished, and i’m something like pleased with it. (thanks to swallowedsong​ for looking over it and helping me and stuff.) so, enjoy whatever this is. (really long, among other things. just a head’s up.)

recommended listening: majesty snowbird by sufjan stevens.) 

don’t stop, don’t break

you can delight because you have a place

quiet room

I need you now

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            She leaves him on a Tuesday.

            Packs up her share of the apartment instead of going to work, keeps Henry home from school so he can help. Wraps picture frames in scarves and sweaters, shoves books and DVDs into boxes, throws pots and pans and casserole dishes into the back seat. One trip to unload these small bits, another for Henry’s bed and dresser and nightstand.

            It takes just over 6 hours to remove every trace of them from this apartment that was supposed to be theirs and is now just his, but she doesn’t cry as she sweeps through one last time. As she takes her key off the chain, locking the door behind her and slipping it underneath. She doesn’t feel broken or empty. Isn’t sure what it is pulsing through her, something that tastes like regret or maybe failure.

            “Sorry, kid,” she says, eyes still dry, once they reach the car. He just shrugs. Smiles a small, sad thing.

            “It’s okay.”

            It’s not.

            But maybe it will be.

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IMAGINE A STISAAC AU WHERE STILES AND ISAAC GO TO THE SAME COFFEE SHOP TO USE THEIR LAPTOPS BECAUSE STILES’ INTERNET IS OUT AND ISAAC’S APARTMENT DOESN’T HAVE IT AND THEY MEET ONLINE SOMEHOW AND BEGIN TALKING AND THEY GO TO THE SAME SHOP EVERYDAY TO TALK TO EACH OTHER ONLINE AND THEN THEY GET RLLY CLOSE AND LIKE THEY HAVE HUGE BB CRUSHES ON EACH OTHER AND ISAAC IS LIKE “I STILL DONT KNOW WHAT U LOOK LIKE” AND STILES SENDS HIM A PICTURE AND ISAAC IS LIKE HOLY FUCK WAIT AND HE LOOKS UP AND JUST “STILES?” AND STILES LOOKS UP AND THEN BACK DOWN RIGHT AS ISAAC’S PICTURE COMES THROUGH AND CUTE BLUSHING BABIES AH

Timeline

Me, probably around 7, first grade. I used to dance ballet.

Skipping forward to around middle school, probably in 7th grade. (First selie heck yea)

Hello yes long hair

Black and white meant dramatic in 7th grade.

I think this was my birthday? Maybe in 8th grade? I have no idea what was wrong with my hair ok. This was before I discovered straighteners.

This was my profile picture on Facebook for so long ok. I still have that dream catcher. It’s on my wall now.

One of the few photos I took actually looking in a mirror. I thought this was hilarious back then. (8th grade)

8th grade

I was really religious in middle school. I was bowling with my church in this photo.

Skipping forward to my sophomore year of high school, discovering the joy of makeup~ (This is when my homophobicness went away and discovered I was aro)

Junior year was the year of scarves for me. (Also my glasses were really messed up by now)

Remember when you first did cosplay

Senior year/2014

Now

You discover yourself within a few years. It’s pretty rad.

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Dedicating my Melanin Monday post to my lovely great grandma Annye. 

Just looking at the first picture, know exactly where I get my “shade” from lmao. But, besides the shade, she’s the most understanding, encouraging, hard working woman ever. She’s always styling with her hats and scarves & still dresses to impress. My favorite lines she always says that made a big impact on my life is “you do right because it’s right to do right” and “treat others how you’d like to be treated.” She’s 82 years young, still keeping busy & constantly helping people. Although we may have our disagreements at times, she’s really helped make me become the woman I am today & for that, I’m forever grateful. (she swears I’m always trying take pictures of her for a bad reason, so these were taken off guard lmao) bonitaapplebelle

I was looking at a Pinterest page of “blanket scarves” and most of the models were wearing riding boots, a puffy vest, and a giant plaid scarf while holding a coffee in one hand and carrying a giant purse off of their arm.  You know exactly what I’m talking about. 

Anyways, as I’m scrolling through and rolling my eyes and thinking, “ugh the basic girl fall uniform is too real” Patrick points at my screen and says, “Look at all those pictures of my mommy.”  So…  

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