People of the World: Māori - Photographs by  Jimmy Nelson

The Māori are the indigenous Polynesian people of New Zealand. The Māori originated with settlers from eastern Polynesia, who arrived in New Zealand in several waves of canoe voyages at some time between 1250 and 1300 CE. Over several centuries in isolation, the Polynesian settlers developed a unique culture that became known as the “Māori”, with their own language, a rich mythology, distinctive crafts and performing arts. Early Māori formed tribal groups, based on eastern Polynesian social customs and organization. Horticulture flourished using plants they introduced, and later a prominent warrior culture emerged.

Writing daily-life stuff in Japan: Food

Considering how much fanfiction gets written set in Japan. I thought I might just share some daily life details that may or may not be useful. 

This comes from my own experiences of living in a bicultural household and living in the country for about a month every year of my life. Admittedly, I’ve only lived in a deep rural area and visited cities, but some of the pointers will still be relevant.

The first thing that come to mind when you’re trying to describe another place is to get to grips with the food culture.You know the saying, ‘To know a people, know the food that they’d willingly consume’? So, for this post, I’m going to talk about food details.

1. Food that you might have in the fridge: Old rice if you made rice in bulk + various rice toppings. Think of rice as the bread, and the fridge being full of the spreads you could put on it. 

Pickles: Might not be so popular with the younger generation, but if they live with their parents, there will bound to be at least one kind of pickle in the fridge, because there are speciality pickles for almost every prefecture and you cannot escape them. In the same way as spreads, they usually taste very strong and its rare to eat them as they are, unless they’re just that tasty and you like pickles that much (think of somebody eating peanut butter with a spoon straight out of the jar). You would eat pickles with white rice. Here are three examples: Umeboshi - pickled plum, and it is sour and very salty! You can suck on stone for minutes afterwards, just savouring the salt taste. Usually one plum is sufficient for one bowl of rice. Takuwan - a smelly, giant horseradish pickle, which might look a bit yellow with age. When you see giant horseradishes drying in the sun around the back of the house, this is probably what they’re going to be made into. Rakkyo - little pickled onions. 

Other toppings: Shirasu - tiny little white fish, each fish is about two centimetres long, and you sprinkle (or heap them, if you really like them) over rice. Delicious. Again, may not be popular with the younger generations who have grown up accustomed to more Western flavours.  Gohandesuyo - seaweed paste in a jar. It’s salty like Marmite and like Marmite the name of the food is the name of the brand. You put a tablespoon or so on one bowl of rice. 

Spring onions. We are never out of spring onions. Ever. Chopped up fine.

Sauces: Soy sauce, mirin, su (rice wine vinegar), yakiniku sauce (sauce specifically for yakiniku), mayonnaise, yakisoba sauce, ketchup, mustard in a tube, wasabi in a tube.

A tub of miso: of which there are red and white variants, and there is constant family clash over which tastes better!

If the household eats bread, you’re more likely to get a vegetable oil spread than butter. I think a few years ago there was a butter shortage. It was just too expensive to buy or not on the shelves, but there were so many different brands of vegetable spread made from different flower seeds! 

Egg is a fridge staple. If you’re in doubt and you need a quick breakfast or lunch, you could crack an egg raw over hot rice, spritz a dash of soy sauce on top, shovel it down and go.

Natto - fermented beans, its sticky and when you pull it apart it stretches with sticky web-like strands just like melted cheese. It’s famously an acquired taste but I love it on rice, in curry and in miso soup. Sold in wee cups, with sachets of sauce and mustard.

Also in the pantry: Katsuobushi - tuna flakes, often used to make tuna stock; Stick dashi - powdered stock, usually seaweed or tuna; wakame - seaweed; ginger; taka no tsume - dried hot chilli peppers, prettily named ‘hawk talons’; sesame seeds; sesame oil. Furikake - literally, ‘sprinkles’ for rice, when you have no other option. Maybe tofu. Panko for frying things. Golden curry roux blocks. Cream stew insta-kits.

Instant foods: Cup ramen, cup noodles, instant ramen, instant yakisoba, freeze-dried instant soups, instant corn soup.

The primary oil used for cooking is so-called ‘salad oil’: I don’t actually know what it’s made of, but it’s a vegetable oil of some kind.

2. Where I might buy food: Supermarkets for the fruit, veg, meat and fish, but for the best read-made fare, drinks and snack foods (kashi pan, onigiri, yoghurt, and depending on where you go there might be salads and bentos), you would head to a 24/7 open convenience store (e.g. Seven-Eleven, Lawsons’), where they also might do hot steamed pork buns and, lately, really good coffee to go. If you want to buy somebody a nice cake or box of tea-time sweets as an omiyage you might go to the basement floor of a department store. 

Vending machines - there is a vending machine everywhere. I am not kidding. Even in the deep countryside, I found a couple of vending machines up a mountain which smelled as if they had been scent-marked by raccoon dogs and bears. And at these vending machines, you can not only buy cold juice, but several different kinds of hot and cold Japanese teas, a very sweet milk tea, several different brands of hot and cold coffees, corn soup, potato chowder, hot shiruko (a sweet azuki drink), hot chocolate, hot and cold lemon…You’d honestly never go thirsty.

For sushi, we’d call up a sushi restaurant. The same goes for ramen. Unless you’re using an instant ramen kit, making ramen broth is hard. The tonkotsu variant is pretty much impossible at home. Likewise, you just can’t make good sushi at home. It’s not really a family meal or something that can be casually made. Typically sushi is brought out for celebrations or special occasions as it can be quite pricey but conveyor belt sushi places are more accessible.  

3. Bread: You will find white bread (fluffy, gorgeous, pillowy white bread, that’s basically like cake) but it’s really difficult to find brown bread. In the rural supermarket, it was non-existent and for bread with a crust, you’d have to go to the little street-corner artisan bakeries.

On the topic of bread and kashipan, I’ve often seen references in fanfiction of characters baking kashipan for each other, or kashipan just like their grandmother made it (e.g. anpan, melonpan, creampan). As much I like the sentiment behind these scenes, I’m not saying they’re impossible, but in most cases they are a little jarring. 

Our grandmother’s generation were not bakers. Most of the houses that our grandmothers grew up in did not have ovens, since Japan doesn’t have a tradition of domestic baking, and even now, a lot of houses still don’t have ovens aside from a nifty little oven toaster, Cakes and kashipan were seen as Western and trendy luxuries to be eaten at cafes (a Western import in itself) or bought from specialist shops which had the equipment to make them. They weren’t ‘casual home-cooking’ so to speak, even if the history of the anpan and the castella date pretty far back into the past now. 

Even now, unless you are a massive kashipan fanatic and dessert-making enthusiast, you probably wouldn’t bake a tray of kashipan at home when you could buy them perfectly made from a nearby convenience store. 

Having said that, I have tried making anpan in an oven toaster. I made six, since that was all that could fit on the little toaster tray. They were each about 6cm in diameters, and my grandmother complained that it was a waste of perfectly good azuki. 

You can, if you’re really into dessert making, make lots of things in an oven toaster, but if you’re looking to make something sentimental just like your grandmother made them, mochi might be a better option (e.g. warabimochi or ohagi), or maybe since sweet things historically tended to be more often bought from a specialist than made at home, quote a favourite wagashi that grandmother might have enjoyed from a particular shop e.g. the anko dama and imo youkan from Funawa; the chestnut manju from the shop by the station.   

4. Omiyage: If you go away on a trip and you’re inconveniencing work colleagues with your absence (which you are), this is the souvenir that you buy to take back and share at your work place, often a food item, so boxes of sweets are often packaged in such a way that the sweets inside are individually wrapped for ease of splitting distribution. 

This is also the word used for the gifts you bring back for family, either when you’re visiting relatives and you know that you will be encroaching upon their hospitality, potentially inconveniencing them, or if you’re coming back to the family and, in a way, again, it’s to make up for any inconveniences that might have been caused by absence  -although largely for family, it’s also about the joy of giving to those you care about!

Likewise, students who go away on holiday on a trip might bring back omiyage for fellow members of their club, if they’re involved in club activities. If you think of club activities as training children up for work place social structure and customs, it makes some sense. 

Not omiyage but an example of gift-giving, but if you move into a new neighbourhood, it’s usually expected that you visit your neighbours and take round gifts, as a gesture of courtesy and goodwill. There is, again, an element of asking forgiveness for inconvenience, because moving into the new home would have made a lot of noise and possibly caused a disturbance. 

With omiyage in mind, each prefecture tends to advertise certain foods/sweets that are ‘unique’ to it that would make suitable omiyage. A famous example would be ‘Tokyo Banana’ and anything matcha from the Uji area in Kyoto. 

5. Food is seasonal: Japan is hyperconscious of its seasons, so the fridge will likely contain seasonal fruits and veg. In a lot of Japanese poems, it was traditional to include a ‘kigo’, a word that encodes a season to set the poem in without explicitly saying ‘It is winter’, and some fruits are kigo. The persimmon is a kigo for autumn, peaches and cherries and plums for spring, and more recently the watermelon is a definite kigo for summer! Seasonal fruits also make good gifts for visiting friends’ houses, especially if you’re bringing them back from the countryside after visiting relatives. 

Autumn’s a great time for food. Now is the time when all of the mushrooms are coming out - shiitake, matsutake, enoki, shimeji - and they’re dried and preserved for the year. People who cook might have dried shiitake in the pantry for rehydrating and eating or using in stock. 

Foreign brands, aware of the seasonal sensitivity of their Japanese, often produce Japan only seasonal limited products. My favourite example of this is the Haagen-Daaz flavours. One autumn there was a pumpkin and cinnamon, and I’m pretty sure I saw a cherry blossom latte at Starbucks.

6. Food you might see at festival stalls: Taiyaki - fish-shaped pastries made with a pancake-like batter and filled with custard or azuki. Yakisoba - fried noodles. Yakitori - chicken skewers. Takoyaki - octopus batter balls. Hot dogs…With a shout-out to very rare diversity my local festival had a Turkish kebab stall last year. Kakikoori for the summer festivals - sweet ice, with typical syrups being red, green and yellow (strawberry, melon and lemon flavours respectively).

 …..and that’s enough for now I think. (21/9/2016)

anonymous asked:

So if my understanding is correct, multiculturalism is the process where each european country loses their own particular culture and people

If you are having such a hard time with the definition let’s break it down: 

  • Multi-: a prefix meaning more than one or many
  • Cultural: relating to the ideas, customs, and social  behavior of a society.
  • -ism: a suffix meaning distinctive practice, system, or philosophy

So, Multiculturalism is the philosophy that many ideas customs and social behaviors can exist in a society. 

It seems that you are confusing multicultralism with supremacy. Supremacy states that there is one dominate cultural group that is catered to exclusively. 

What is interesting about your statement is that European Countries have forced their culture on the world for thousands of years, but now you want to complain that your culture will no longer be dominate. 

This plea falls on deaf ears. After the enslavement, forced conversion and dehumanization that my ancestors endured in the name of upholding your culture, I feel little pity that you must have to accept that other cultures exist outside your own. 

When to this day I live on land that was stolen from my ancestors and their counterparts so that Europeans that were discriminated against could have somewhere to get away from the religious supremacy present in Europe, I shed no tears that Europe has to deal with the fact that those that are discriminated against are no longer running away but want inclusion. 

What makes this all the harder for me is the fact that my mother is European American, therefore so am I. For me this battle is internal in addition to external. My ancestors committed crimes against humanity with my other ancestors as the victims. 

But also because of this I literally embody multiculturalism. I have seen two cultures meld together and work side by side, while maintaining the distinction of separate cultures. No culture died because the other one existed, both became a stronger presence in my life because I had several ideals to chose from. I almost never felt completely painted into a corner because I had evidence that life could be lived differently and still be successful. 

This also meant that I grew up seeing first hand White Supremacy at work. At the age of 7 I watched my father get pulled out of the car and questioned for over an hour for going a few MPH over the speed limit. At 16 I watched my mother literally charge at a police officer. The officer apologized, gave her a warning and left within 5 minutes. At 26 I had the opportunity to have the same experience as my father. 

My point is that the world is a better place when one group is not entitled and when all other groups are not discriminated against. The acceptance of the supremacy of a culture, even your own, is to say that most of the population can be discriminated against. 

When you set the precedent that most of the population can be discriminated against, do not be surprised if one day you find yourself in the exploited class. 

hey so who wants to hear my overly complicated Gloomverse theories nobody okay cool that’s why i’m putting it under a cut

alright so all of this will be regarding ya boi indigo and will contain spoilers up until the current page (world leaders) so there’s your warning on that. MOVING ON

My out of left field theory: Indigo is Stratoversian. Okay listen hear me out dude, let me explain. I’ve got three main points of evidence to back me up:
1.) He has shown at least two examples of using lightning magic and other Stratoverse-associated powers
2.) His physical attributes
3.) Some good old Lore™

First point. We’ve seen at least three members of Stratoverse so far, those being Nim, Cirrus, and the Queen. But weirdly enough, other than basic changes of appearance and flight, we haven’t seen very much of alternate forms of their magic (which, going by Purple’s little lecture, is supposedly very powerful). The biggest insight into their magic is Cirrus, who’s demonstrated a few abilities. The most notable of which is lightning magic. We saw Indigo use lightning magic a few times—while he was working at the club, and when he attacked Evets at the magic show. He has another tendency—popping up places where, logically, he probably wouldn’t be able to go without either being noticed or stopped, *unless* he had access to flying magic. He (breaks and) enters the showbuilding through a window, but we see as Nim walks around the outside of the arena that there doesn’t appear to be any windows at ground level. In a stage setting like that, having windows at ground level is a risk to performers and may result in people getting in without a ticket—we don’t see his upper body as he’s climbing in, we just see him putting on his hat after he lands. Also, the hospital where Blue and Red are likely wouldn’t let someone waltz in, and he’s not exactly the right kind of charismatic to convince someone otherwise.

To move onto the second point, also for consideration is that when a Stratoversian reverts to a more… Gloomverse-esque form, the tendency that i’ve seen is a darker skin tone and lighter colored hair. His hair looks like the same sort of consistency and cut as Nim in particular. There’s also his outfit, which seems more in line with Stratoverse’s style—the collar, tendency towards jewelry and gloves, etc. Also the thick soles on his shoes, which might be rooted in the aversion to being on the ground.

Third point is Good Old Lore Time. CQ has mentioned outside of the comic itself that Stratoverse has much stricter social customs than Gloomverse. This is seen a little with Cirrus, for example. It makes sense that Indigo, being… like he is, wouldn’t enjoy that sort of intense social pressure. His personality being so forward and bold and somewhat impolite might also be an exaggeration of what he would usually act like, him acting out because he *can* since he’s now in Gloomverse, a much more free social atmosphere. His lisp may also be a factor that would make him want to leave Stratoverse, as stricter social norms would have even less tolerance for his speech impediment. Also, he’s clearly a pretty big flirt and it seems like courtship is a little more stiff in Stratoverse.

There’s a couple of points that add to this theory as well—the fact that the President hired him but apparently keeps him relatively secret, both for legal reasons and because of xenophobia. Also his odd sort-of-friendship with Pi, whose mom was apparently Ecoversian, would make sense in the context of them bonding over having alternative heritage. His apparent social disconnect might be attributed to this as well.

anyways this is probably gonna be debunked by @loverofpiggies in like two weeks but you know what i die as i lived. wrong, like, constantly.


“So long as there shall exist, by reason of law and custom, a social condemnation which, in the midst of civilization, artificially creates a hell on earth, and complicates with human fatality a destiny that is divine; so long as the three problems of the century - the degradation of man by the exploitation of his labour, the ruin of women by starvation and the atrophy of childhood by physical and spiritual night are not solved; so long as, in certain regions, social asphyxia shall be possible; in other words and from a still broader point of view, so long as ignorance and misery remain on earth, there should be a need for books such as this”

One of the smaller reasons I like living where I do (besides the general privilege) is that I grew up in this region and I know my way around at least the basic social customs.

We say “moin” here, as a way of greeting, no matter how well you know the people you greet, no matter the time of day. You always say moin.

Now, I’ve lived in other parts of Germany before and there, if you say moin, people assume you are saying a terribly slurred “morgen” (morning). Which would be rude for several reasons: a) don’t slur your words, b) you can only say that in the morning hours (before 11 am), c) if at all, you’d have to say “guten morgen” (good morning) to be polite.

Where I live now, everyone understands moin, and I don’t have to remember all the levels of appropriate greetings. Moin is a friendly greeting that shows regional belonging. And it’s one of the reasons I like living where I do.

Falling in Love With You

Dean wasn’t okay.  If you asked him, he’d never reply as such, but he wasn’t and he hadn’t been for a long time.  Maybe not since he was four years old.

By and large, his emotional state was stable.  He went through periods of happiness and contentment, when he played cards and laughed with his brother and angel, with Charlie and Kevin, when he texted his mom and she replied quickly, when he lay on his memory foam mattress and remembered how grateful he was to have it.

But the depression would always come back, the painful hollowness deep in his gut, beneath his ribcage, a void that could never be filled.  

For a while, he thought it might go away when Mary came back, but it didn’t.  Mary’s absence was an old wound, possibly his oldest, but it was also a wound that had long since healed.  Messy, scarred over, and painful, but it had healed. He’d groan accustomed to her absence, grown comfortable with the borderline mythological figure he’d made her into.

He was glad to have her back, of course, and he wouldn’t let her go again for anything in the world.

But with her presence came the uncomfortable realization that she’d never be able to reach the pedestal he’d put her on.  She’d never be his Virgin Mary, existing only to nurture him, to warm him with the golden sunshine of her endless, effortless, and uncomplicated love.  

No, this Mary was human.  She was messy, she was emotionally inept, and by and large, she was a lot like him.  Dean was still learning to cope with this fact.  

With it had come another uncomfortable realization entirely:  what Dean had wanted back, what he’d needed back, most in the world wasn’t Mary.  Not the idealized version of her he’d created, anyway.  

What Dean really wanted back was his childhood.  He wanted the chance to be someone’s baby, a chance he’d missed and was never getting back.  It had been taken from him before he was even old enough to realize it was missing.  It had been taken from him when he’d been forced to become a parent at four years old.

Dean hated this kind of realization. Just as he hated the realization that most of the time, what he was after when he went out to find someone to sleep with, nine times out of ten he wasn’t searching for sex at all, but intimacy.  Love.  The kind a person like him couldn’t find anywhere else.

It was why his favorite type of girl was the kind who’d stroke his hair and call him endearments afterwards, baby and sweetheart and darlin’, why his favorite type of guy was the kind who’d whisper to him about how beautiful he was while they were going at it.

Dean didn’t want to know this.  Sex was supposed to be his relief, his means of getting away from the world. Now even that was tainted with how hopelessly messed up he was.  

So today, he didn’t bother going out. No one else was home:  Sam was out helping Mom out with a hunt, and Charlie had dragged Kevin to a Doctor Who convention in Washington. Cas was checking out a demon sighting in Texas.

It was just him, Skinemax, and a bottle of whiskey.  The goal tonight was to turn off his brain, to stop thinking, and it wasn’t working.  

God, Dean didn’t know if he’d ever actually been in love before.  He thought he’d been in love with Lisa, but now he wasn’t sure;  he’d loved her, definitely, but that didn’t necessarily mean he’d been in love.  He’d never even thought of her as anything other than a fun, bendy chick who liked to have a good time until he found out she was a mom.  

Could his entire relationship with Lisa have been based on some fucked up desire for a mother?  

The concept was not a welcome one, and Dean took another swig of his whiskey, turning up the volume on his porn.  Jesus Christ.  Freud would have a picnic with him.

If being in love constituted as how strongly he felt towards someone, he’d probably have picked Cas. Maybe even Benny, to a slightly lesser extent.  But Dean knew that wasn’t a possibility:  he wasn’t gay.  Sure, he had sex with guys occasionally, but that just made him flexible.  He knew plenty of straight men who liked to experiment.  Hell, he’d even slept with a few of them

That was Dean’s reasoning, anyway.

So that settled it, then:  Dean had never truly been in love.  The thought had him tipping the bottle up once more, taking five chugs of the bitter liquid before slamming it back down on the table again.

God, he just wanted love.  He wanted to give it, and he wanted to receive it.  He wanted to be the center of someone’s world, he wanted to be taken care of, he wanted to be loved and to love in return, romantically or otherwise.  

Sammy didn’t count, Dean thought, because it wasn’t like he had anywhere better to go at this point. He’d had a life to look forward to once, a better life.  That had been taken away from him.  Now, all he had left was Dean.  

Charlie was fond of him, maybe Kevin too.  But did they love him?  By Dean’s reasoning, probably not.  Why would they, when he’d dragged them into this Godforsaken life to begin with, nearly gotten them killed on multiple occasions?  

His mom probably loved him.  Probably. The alcohol was exacerbating the doubt he felt on a daily basis about that.  Right now, he felt that mostly what she loved was the little kid she’d known, who he’d once been and would never be again.  Or maybe the idea she had for him, the normal, respectable life he could have led.  But not him.  Not this pathetic, broken drunk he’d become, barely on the outermost fringes of society.  Just one step shy of being an animal.  

Dean swigged his whiskey again.

Then there was Cas.  Beautiful, loyal, clueless Cas, who stood by Dean because he didn’t know any better. The angel he had ruined, whose wings he’d broken, who came back to him again and again and again.  Not even Heaven or Hell or death itself could keep the stupid bastard away.

And Dean…Dean didn’t know what to make of that.  He didn’t have much time to reflect on it, either, because he’d just downed half a bottle of whiskey in less than fifteen minutes.  It was making his head swim, so much so that he had to set it down on the table just to get it to stop.  His eyelids felt heavy, the moans of the guy getting plowed growing dim in the background.  Before Dean knew it, he was asleep.

Dean was jogged a few minutes to a few hours later by a hand gently shaking his shoulder.

“Dean,”  a familiar voice grumbled. “Dean, wake up.  It’s time for you to go to bed.”

“…I know,” Dean mumbled, into the table.  “S'why I’m sleepin’. Dumbass.”

Cas sighed, heavily.  Dean could just picture him rolling his eyes.  “Dean.”  

“Fuck off, Cas.  M'tryin’ to sleep.”

“Then you can do so in bed.”

Dean only grunted dismissively in reply, but Cas wasn’t taking no for an answer.  Next thing he knew, he was being unexpectedly hoisted up, bridal style, by some unnaturally strong angelic arms.

“Mmmf.  Where’re you takin’ me,” Dean slurred, still too out of it to properly protest the situation.

“I told you, Dean,” Cas said simply, voice mildly exasperated.  “To bed.  It is after midnight.”

Jeez.  He’d been passed out longer than he’d thought.  He thought his tolerance for alcohol would have been higher by this point.

Sure enough, the next thing Dean knew, he’d been plopped on his memory foam mattress.  He looked down, world still fuzzy as Cas tugged off his combat boots. 

“Nonono,”  he protested.  “I sleep with m'shoes on.  Dad always says, I gotta be ready for, for an emergency.”  

“You haven’t slept in your shoes in years, Dean,” Cas corrected him gently, kindly neglecting to remind him that his father was long dead.

Cas neatly lined the shoes up at the foot of Dean’s bed.  He wanted to take off Dean’s clothes as well (only because it would be more comfortable for him to sleep that way, thank you very much) but he knew enough about human social customs to register that that would be inappropriate.

So he just got to his feet, turned around, and made ready to leave.

“Cas,” Dean’s voice slurred, halting him.  Cas turned to look at him, expectantly.  “Cas, do you think…”  Dean swallowed hard, eyes pink-rimmed and dewy.  “Do you think anyone actually loves me?”

Cas turned to face him fully, brow rumpled in concern.  “Dean, what are you talking about?  Of course people love you.”

Dean scoffed.  “Yeah?  Like, like who?”  he slurred out, voice suddenly snide and doubtful.  

“Sam, for one.  Your mother. Charlie, Kevin,” Cas replied, calmly.  “Bobby is in Heaven, but I’m sure he constitutes.  Jody, Claire.  All of us care deeply for you Dean,” he assured him.

Dean swallowed, looking at Cas through narrow, tired eyes.  “You, too?” he murmured, voice barely audible now.

Cas wet his lips.  “Yes, Dean,” he assured him.  “Me too.”

Dean’s brow crumpled briefly, painfully, eyes squeezing shut.  A single tear rolled down the side of his nose.  

“Will you stay with me, Cas?”  

Cas blinked, taking a moment to process the request.  

Dean held his arms out in front of him, like a child asking to be held.  “Please,” he whispered.  He felt pathetic, even in his drunken state, but he wanted this so badly.  He needed it, deep in his soul.  Maybe he always had.  

He was so, so tired of being strong.

Cas wet his lips.  “Of course, Dean,” he said finally.  “I’ll stay with you.”

Dean was almost crying with relief as Cas climbed awkwardly into bed, on top of the blankets beside him. He wasn’t used to being in bed, hadn’t been for a while, and it showed.  But at the moment, it was all Dean could have ever wanted, all Dean could ever need.  

Having Cas here with him made his world complete.

He looked into Castiel’s eyes then, and in that moment, he saw all the love he’d ever wanted, all the love he’d ever craved.  As endless and unfathomable as the seven seas.

“Cas,” he whispered, voice a drunken rasp.  Those eyes never blink as he runs his hand, gently, down the side of his face, feeling the delicate prickle of his stubble.  “You’ve been here all along, haven’t you?  You’ve always been waitin’ for me, all this time.”

Cas didn’t flinch at Dean’s odd wording.  “Yes, Dean,” he answered, softly.  “Always.”  

They don’t have sex, obviously.  Cas just holds him, kissing his forehead gently, over and over, his beautiful voice murmuring to him all the things he’s ever needed to hear.

It’s alright.”

You’re perfect.”

I love you.”

I love you.”

I love you.”

Dean, only semi-coherent, barely registers the warm tears running down his cheeks and nose, dampening his eyelashes.  Tears of relief more than of sorrow.

He barely registers that the last thing he mumbles before he slips into unconsciousness is, “I love you, too.”

He barely registers that for the first time, he really means it.

anonymous asked:

A common Sci-fi trope are small pills that are a complete substitute for food. Is this actually possible?

Hey there nonny. I fully acknowledge that this is off-topic for this blog, but it’s an interesting enough ask that I’m going to answer it anyway. I’m personally going to go with “not as shown and probably not as pills,” and then we’ll break it down a bit, mmkay? mmkay. 

Humans need a lot of things to correctly function. There are the basic energy sources we need: fats, carbohydrates, and protiens; then there are essential vitamins and minerals, as well as a certain amount of hydration. Your body also needs water to help digest and process all of that intake. 

What that means is that the “ideal” space-meal is actually something closer to a smoothie than it is to a pill. 

The cool thing is that we’re actually getting fairly close to this. The product I’m thinking of is called Soylent (yes, after Soylent Green, why do you ask?), and is designed to be complete human nutrition in three shakes in a day. Their original concept was actually pretty cool: they wanted to basically have food be as accessible as water – and, yes, water accessibility is a huge problem. They basically designed full-nutrition shakes that originally came in a powder, and the user added water and fat (I think fish oil? But other oils were useful too). 

They’re still out there – in fact, they’ve made their products into ready-to-drink shakes. 

Maybe I’m just not “sci-fi” enough, but I’m more envisioning a future where there are three taps at the sink: hot water, cold water, and nutrition, and you can just fill a cup with nutrition, drink it down, and go about your day. 

That said, while we can get all of our nutrition from a tap (in the not-too-distant future), culturally, food is tremendously important to us. It’s part of our heritage, part of our social custom. It’s central to our identity as people. 

Of course, writing a sci-fi story, I would expect nothing less than challenges to assumptions along those lines, and it would be an interesting facet of worldbuilding to see a human culture that cooks and eats together meet a human culture who just sees nutrition as no more social or culturally significant than going to the bathroom – having ingesting being something you do, not something you meet people for or enjoy. 

And, of course, even in food-positive cultures, some form of backup food or travel nutrition would  be an important survival tool! 

There are lots of things to think about with all of this, most of which are people. Good luck with your story!! 

xoxo, Aunt Scripty

(Samantha Keel)


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anonymous asked:

first day. a manager commented on how quiet i am, and made jokes that i should speak louder if anyone is gonna hear me. i get it, i have a soft voice, but i put effort into talking loud whenever i socialize with the customers. my real personality is quiet, but my retail personality is the total opposite

MBTI Last Things They'd Ever Say

INFP: I love accepting the harshest of criticisms because I find strength in realizing my weaknesses!

ISFP: Art is nothing more than a futile attempt for humans to waste their time pandering to each other for acceptance over the subjective quality of the mundane.

ISTP: Hard work is the key to success. That’s why I never smoke pot. Really.

INTP: I think I make friends so easily due to my accute awareness of social customs and natural empathy for others. I don’t really see the point in arguing all the time, and I wish we could all just get along. Also, aliens could never possibly exist.

ENTP: I am sorry I hurt your feelings with my joke, that was not my intention and I would like to make it up to you. I’m really not very funny.

ENTJ: Socialism is the best form of government. A meritocracy like capitalism is inherently ableist, and because I am largely unsuccessful and unmotivated, redistribution of wealth will benefit my stifling disability of laziness and aimlessness.

INTJ: Because I deeply care about you as a human being, I will entertain your dramatically different point of view and try to apply it to mine.

ISFJ: Fuck your feelings and I hate you. Mental illnesses are just a crutch used by the lazy, entitled youth of today! Also, what is anxiety?

ISTJ: Woah, dude. Last night was so crazy. I can’t believe we snorted all that coke off of the strippers we hired from the bank job money!

INFJ: Today I decided I wouldn’t be hopelessly and pathetically crippled by my own self doubt and anxiety. I will go out and enjoy myself in the moment amongst a large group of acquaintances in a crowded public space.

ENFJ: I have a motivational poster of Adolf Hitler in my room. I really admire his ideas about humanitarian relief.

ESFJ: I just cleared all the scheduled plans in my calender for the next six months and decided to take life one step at a time.

ESFP: For my new year’s resolution, I will not drink alcohol all year. I will also learn meditation and practice stillness and peace for at least four hours a day. Sit happens!

ENFP: My goals are to get into a prestigious school, eventually become a tireless lawyer who also works weekends,
and permanently settle down into suburbia with a thirty year mortgage and a perfect family.

ESTP: I feel like taking it easy today. Maybe I’ll sit by myself and enjoy a nice cup of tea and this book on quantum mechanics and post my thoughts about it later on my book club blog.

ESTJ: I honestly just don’t understand the point of all this bureaucracy. In my opinion, rules are meant more as guidelines and are maliable to the situation at hand. Flexibility is more important than rigidity, and compassion is more important than justice, wouldn’t you say?

Valinorian (traditional) Elven marriage

1. Okay so In LaCe, it says “elves wedded….for love or at least by free will upon either part”

So this means

  • Elves were not always “soulmates”
  • A lack of love does not prevent the marriage
  • Elves could marry for reasons other than love
    • Social stuff? (Ect, two high class families) Arranged marriage? Money? Just want a kid?
    • I’m getting that “disney princess is told to marry a prince but instead wants to marry for love rather than social expectation” (I’m looking at you, Jasmine) kinda vibe

2. Marriage is the “natural course of life” and “might choose one another early in youth, even as children.”

  • I get the impression that there is a high social pressure here
  • Sort of like how in the olden days, a 30 year old woman was considered hopeless at getting a shot in the marriage world
  • Children don’t know shit about romance so??
    • Elves marry their friends occasionally even without romantic love
    • Elves marry who their parents pair them off with

3. “The desire for marriage was not always fulfilled. Love was not always returned”

This directly contradicts the earlier statement. Before, lack of love does not prevent marriage. Here, lack of love can. So perhaps it depends on the situation.

  • If your parents arranged something, lack of love won’t stop you from obeying the social expectation
  • If a maia wants to marry you, you don’t say no just because you don’t love them
  • If you’re just two random kids outside of big social expectations and customs, go marry whoever the fuck you want, love is the only factor

4. Maglor, Curufin, and Caranthir were canonically married but, unlike Turgon, they did not bring their spouses with them. Girls were not discouraged from joining (ect, Aredhel, Galadriel) but merely came by choice. Why did their wives not come? The reason for at least one of these three, likely Curufin (the favorite!) would be a social arrangement thing. Probably married some suitable noldo Feanor found for him, but there wasn’t really much love. 

5. I think some of the more “romantic” elves would have shunned the concept of marriage completely. Not because they want to remain single, but because they don’t want to follow the “marry off in your youth at age 18, come on lets go” custom/procedure. They hope that they’ll meet someone that they love, of their own accord, later on. Some elves are lucky enough to be able to find and wed someone they love early on (Feanor and Nerdanel) but not all are. Some would rather remain unmarried, but hopeful, rather than give up and just marry someone they feel neutral about. 

6. I think maiar married elves plenty often. Remember Melian and Thingol? (@inkstranger can help on that bit). Melian just saw Thingol and went “yep, I like that one. Alright. Imma enchant him. Lets go” before even talking to him and Thingol just. Went with it. Combine this with “you marry who you are paired with because it is socially expected even if there is no love” thing, and I think the concept of maiar just seeing and selecting an elf they fancy would be very common. What family would say no? It fulfills that social rank need that elves love so much. A huge honor on the family. Love doesn’t matter. What matters is that the elf is with someone who can take good care of them forever. So yeah I think this would definitely be a thing. We know it’s canon that ainur ARE very attracted to elves. Melian + thingol, Melkor + luthien…they’ve got a thing for elves plenty. It was also canonically noted that the ainur really had a thing for how pretty the vanyar and their fancy hair was. I think there was a specific line that said maiar liked to have elves around for their beauty. So really I see no reason why maiar wouldnt just go “Oh, I like how that elf running the perfume shop looks, dibs on that one” and just marries them. 

7. This is still weird to me

Things to Consider When Worldbuilding

Also known as ‘Things to Consider in General with Slugterra’; while they hit with some points, they fail to note other crucial things.
A LOOOOOOT of crucial things.

While this is not the most complete list in the world and it’s kind of dumbed down in terminologies for the sake of folk of all ages being able to understand it, it’s still something to get you started! 

Consider it a writing tool in general, if you like, and don’t be afraid to add to it! The more, the merrier!

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Masterpost: Creating Societies

Alright, today I’m gonna talk to you about world building. In this, I’ll delve into what to consider when building societies and how to use Sociology to make a cohesive narrative.

The biggest mistake authors make when creating worlds is to create them with only their own world view in mind. If you’re going to take away only one thing from this blog, let it be this: Nothing is universal. Got that? And I do mean absolutely nothing. While it is true that all cultures share certain aspects (I’ll get into this further down), in no culture do any of these things necessarily look alike. What you think of any particular subject is completely dependent on who you grew up around. Every single thing we think of as “true” is only true for us.

For example, in Anglo-American society we tend to view gifts as a system of giving and getting - that is, if you get something you are expected to give back. Have you ever gotten a gift from someone that you couldn’t possibly repay? It makes us feel uncomfortable, burdened with this need to somehow pay the person back. So focused are we on individualism that the idea of being indebted feels like a moral sin. But that is not a truth in all societies. As Stephanie Coontz (1992) points out, in “the San people of the Kalahari Desert in Africa… giving an immediate return for any offering implies a profound insult,” as it shows that you, the receiver of the gift, are completely “unwilling to be indebted to others” (46). The act of gift giving ties people together beyond their own family bonds, creating the necessary social and political bonds that keep the society together.

Another example: The food you eat, and the time at which you eat it, is extremely cultural. You can find videos and photos of this all over the internet - look up different breakfasts in different countries and you’ll see that most of them are vastly different. Personally, I find it disgusting to eat beans for breakfast (sorry, England), but that’s because I grew up in western America and my eating habits didn’t include that. Many cultures find the sweet pancakes I enjoy for breakfast a disgusting way to start the day. (Sidenote: I don’t actually eat those anymore.) On that note, think of what you eat for dinner and imagine eating it for breakfast - how appetizing does that sound?

All of this is cultural. There isn’t a single thing that we do that is not directly tied to the society we grew up in or currently live in. No matter how much we may like to think it, we are not born in a vacuum. Everything that came before us, and everything that happens during our lives, deeply affects the way we interact with the world.

How can you use this in your writing? As I said earlier, remember when world building that your experiences and thoughts are not universal. Different people have different ideas of proper/improper, good/bad, moral/immoral, normal/abnormal. If you’re building a whole new world, whether it’s set on an alien planet, a fantasy version of Earth, or our current Earth, remember that each society is going to have different customs, beliefs, and day-to-day activities. People grow up vastly different from each other at vastly different speeds due to these differences. Sometimes we fight about it, sometimes we don’t - that is also very dependent on social upbringing.

Here at the basic things you need to consider when world building.

  1. Develop all the different social institutions your society will have. In modern society, we recognize 6: Family, Work, Government, Media, Education, Religion. As far as we can tell, five of these institutions (all except media, which is a recent addition) are universal and found in all cultures in one way or another. Where cultures differ is in the importance and development of each individual institution - some put more stock in government and education, others put more of an emphasis on family and work. You can have fun with this with your societies. No two have to work exactly the same, and you can try to come up with other institutions if you want.
  2. History. Here you can think both of societies interacting within their own boundaries, and societies interacting with other societies. The social history of how a government treats its own people is incredibly important, for example. Or, how two societies interact with each other at the time of your story is incredibly dependent on what sort of history they have, both politically and socially. Did one try to conquer the other? Did they have a mutually beneficial trade agreement? What have they thought of each other’s rulers? Each other’s customs? Beliefs? Social order?
  3. Current social climate. What is going on in the world right now that informs your overall plot? Think of the poor conditions and unrest in The Hunger Games that lead to revolution, or the rise of men in Lord of the Rings that lead to the very corruption Frodo has to stop. Are people hungry? Are people too distracted? Are the institutions crumbling or undergoing vast changes (this leads to a little thing called anomie, which I will get into in a later post)?
  4. Now, think of the individual. Consider all that you’ve already written, and narrow your gaze to your characters. How has this society influenced the family structure of your MC? Where, how, and with whom did your MC grow up, and why? Try and link it back to what you’ve already developed. If you’ve got a save-the-world hero, like Katniss Everdeen, then how will their upbringing affect their abilities as a hero? Where will they falter? What groups will they let down, or possibly harm?

There are a lot of excellent stories you can read or watch to get an idea of how you can use society to shape stories and characters. My favorite one is Jack London’s White Fang, which is essentially an in-depth study into how society molds us into who we become, and how nobody stays the same throughout their lives - one can always change. Star Wars has a good example in Anakin Skywalker if you’re looking for villain inspiration. Lord of the Rings and A Song of Ice and Fire are two of the best world-building examples we have, and Harry Potter gives an excellent, if slightly incomplete, show of how to build a world within our world.

And, of course, if you have any questions on specific parts of social world building, my ask box is open. Happy creating!

-Mod Mix

Coontz, Stephanie. 1992. The Way We Never Were. New York, NY: BasicBooks.

Chloenette au idea

Omg I thought of this chloenette fic idea where they both work in competing boutiques that are right across the street from each other. And even though the one that Chloe works at is super fancy and expensive, Marinette’s that’s cute and wholesome has more customers. Chloe’s manager asks her to go under cover to see how and why they’re getting more business than them and Chloe goes in as a “customer”. And just sees how the employees like Mari and Alya are super nice and social with the customers. And Mari always makes and wears her outfits and customers like seeing them. And the first time Chloe goes in she doesn’t really talk to Mari. But then she starts going like once a week as a “regular” to continue spying and starts talking to Mari more and more. And then whoops starts going everyday but not because she likes talking to Mari pssshhh no obviously to continue spying! And even when her boss tells her she can stop that they know enough now, she still goes. And wow now she has Mari’s number and they text all the time and they’re going to see a movie together whoops. 

And she has a crush on the chick she was spying on. 


Damien accompanying Mat to social events so he always has someone he’s comfortable with beside him

Damien keeping a steadying hand on Mat’s shoulder when too many people are demanding his attention

Damien taking Mat out of crowded rooms into quiet hallways or alleys and encouraging him to breathe for a second before he goes back to interacting with people

Damien doing social tasks like calling customer service that Mat’s anxiety often prevents him from doing

Damien giving Mat space when any person is too many people

Damien helping Mat through anxiety attacks

Are You a 12th House Person? What does it Mean?

Having a strong 12th house means the person has a crucial need for alone time and reflection.

There are several ways that someone can be a “12th house Person”, which includes: Having a 12th house stellium,

If the ruler of your 12th house has many aspects (Say your 12th house cusp is Gemini and you have a Cancer Ascendant, then Mercury would be your ruler of the 12th house)

If the ruler of your Sun is in the 12th house, for example, you’re a sun in Pisces, and you have Neptune in the 12th.

If the ruler of your Ascendant is in the 12th, for example, Scorpio rising, Pluto in the 12th. Also if the ruler of your moon is in the 12th.

Having the sun, moon, Mercury, Venus, or Mars in the 12th.

12th house people are often misunderstood because the way they live their life is not ordinary and they look more deeply into their life experiences. While “normal” people go out in the world, seeking validation from others, working for a team, and go along with social norms, people with a strong 12th house will go deep into their inner world, to contemplate the way the world works and come out with insights that others do not accept. 12th house people aren’t as interested in validation from others because they find more fulfillment in solitude. They ask why social norms and cultural customs exist because they are thoughtful enough to come to their own conclusion (of course several other astrological placements could indicate this as well).

Other people say to 12th house people, “Why are you so quiet, you need to speak your mind” but they don’t realize that if a 12th house person spoke their mind, it can be too much for others to handle, they’d rather observe people talk than join into a conversation they find meaningless. Their thoughts can be so abstract that they cannot be put into words. 12th house people only like being social around other people who have depth, people who are capable of keeping up with meaningful conversation, they tire easily around people who talk about pop culture or other frivolity.

12th house people can flow thru the collective, picking up messages from higher realms and the spirit world. They often astral travel during sleep and have very vivid dreams. Loads of sleep is necessary for 12th house people in order to maintain their intuitive abilities. A sleep deprived person with a 12th house stellium will become severely depressed, feeling like they can’t fit into the “real world” while also not being able to tap into other worlds. I honestly think that everyone would be happier if they valued sleep more (regardless of which houses are prominent for them), because thru rest, our brains have this way of resolving emotional issues. When people are well rested, they allow frustrations to roll off their shoulder more easily.

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By looking at what specific planets are in the 12th house, we can literally see what energies are within a person’s subconscious.

Mars in the 12th house can be a person who lets out their anger when they’re alone because they had to suppress their assertiveness throughout life. They internalize the violence of the world, and thus will attract injuries, accidents, and arguments until they purge the frustration in their psyche.

Saturn in the 12th house you can choose to either be very cynical and harsh to other people, or very sensitive to others’ plights. You carry much guilt in your psyche that prevents you from living as jubilantly as you possibly could, this may be so deep in your subconscious that you need to meditate to bring it to surface and work thru it, as it has likely built up from previous lives. Life feels overly serious and problems are perceived as more severe than they are, this person must learn to be more light and breezy, allowing conflicts to roll of their shoulder instead of internalizing them. By viewing situations objectively, this person will be happier, as they may get stuck in a certain way of thinking. If you embrace new ways of life, you’ll rejuvenate your soul. Fear and inhibitions are prominent in someone with 12th house Saturn.

Ask yourself, are there any life dilemmas that get under my skin more than they need to? Am I subconsciously or consciously holding a grudge on anyone? Do I criticize the mistakes of myself or others more severely than necessary? Do I internalize the harshness of people and the world? How can I work thru it? What are thought patterns that keep me stuck?

From an Esoteric perspective, Saturn in the 12th is like the wise old occultist, who asks apprentices to show their worthiness. He is alone most of the time because he discerns that many people cannot fathom the worlds he has experienced. He despises superficiality and living a life of shallow joys, he yearns for that which is full of complexity, and shares his wisdom with those who are genuine. Old man winter holds a lantern of secrets, revealing them with caution. Cabin fever sets in and his brilliance turns into mania, dying alone but with contentment, his spirit lives on inside a Smokey Quartz, will you unlock it’s power? Still your mind to receive messages from stones.

Uranus in the 12th house can be someone with brilliance laying in their subconscious that is waiting to be tapped into as the person grows to understand their learning style, it can also mean that they wish to rebel against the structure and regulations of the world but feel that they are unable to. The 12th house can represent institutions, so I imagine many people in jail have Uranus in the 12th, as they lived life as they chose and got locked up for it. We must find constructive ways to deal with our 12th house planets or else they become a crutch.

Many people with Uranus in the 12th house had parents who wouldn’t let them ask why, they told their children, “this is the way the world is” or, “you should just believe me because I’m the parent”. The youngster grows up feeling oppressed because they find they have to go along with what they’re told because thinking for themselves leads to punishment. Hopefully they will continue to question what they are told in secrecy and they will grow up to realize the times their parents were wrong and not repeat their mistakes, as well as the times their parents were right. They also discover how certain societal norms are not the way humans are meant to be living, and they’ll find a way to live that is true to themselves and their values. Point is, a 12th house stellium can indicate taking a step back from society to find your own truth.

If a 12th house person is forced to go out in the world too much and not honor their solitary nature, their emotions will come out in unhealthy ways. Donald Trump has Mars in the 12th house, and we see the outrageous ways that he expresses his masculinity. Our 12th house planets could come out in extreme ways if a person is not emotionally intelligent enough to reflect on their feelings and experiences, and process them, instead of take out their unresolved issues in their psyche onto other people.

If a 12th house person has to give up their inner world of being a bridge between the worlds, dream interpretation, clairvoyant and other psychic abilities, and communing with spirits, they will feel like something is missing in their life but they don’t know what. Often this happens as we get tossed into the daily grind of work or school, we no longer have time to reflect on what truly matters. The more sleep we miss out on, life becomes more of a drag, less inspired, and everything feels more mundane.

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If you want to learn more about what your 12th house says about your subconscious mind and how to work thru the potential difficulties you have that are rooted in your 12th house, contact me for a reading. I take the effort to be thoughtful and open minded when I give readings, with the hope that I can show you how astrology can help you live a more inspired life!

Sellieve Neptune, professional astrologer.

anonymous asked:

Hi Aja, I've been reading some omega verse fics but am feeling a bit uncomfortable with them. The alpha\omega dynamics seems to share commonalities with the social customs of some very conservative countries. Like adult omegas require alpha guardians, they're discriminated at work, and if they are on heat and go outside, alphas seem to think that they have the right to rape them and it would be their fault. Am I over thinking it or am I kink shaming myself?

Hey, Nonny, nonny!

I don’t really read a/b/o much so I’m not the right person to answer this in full, but if you really want my opinion, here goes: 

I think there are problematic aspects to all kinks and most fandom tropes. Most fandom tropes, especially slash tropes (ahaha i’m slightly tipsy and i just wrote that as “trash tropes” so take that as you will), tend to have really well-defined top/bottom or dominant/submissive or straight partner/effeminate partner binaries that conform strongly to regressive gender stereotypes. And even though that’s gotten a lot better as fandom has gotten more diverse, it’s still a huge trait of slash as a whole.

I think a lot of this is that just as we tend to want to explore our own sexuality through male/male slash, and just as women tend to enjoy rape fantasies, we tend to seek ways to make these regressive stereotypes palatable in escapist fictional worlds where we can either confront them, fantasize about them, or rout them, as the case may be. 

I don’t think you’re over-thinking this; I’ve noticed patterns before in the a/b/o fics I’ve read that seemed to be reifying misogyny. But I also don’t think that means you aren’t free to enjoy a/b/o, or any other fanfic kink you are curious about. Ultimately fiction is just that, fiction, and being aware of problematic aspects of fiction (or other media) doesn’t mean there aren’t some other rewarding things about that piece of fiction. No one should ever police your headspace, and instead of policing yourself, you should maybe ask yourself what aspects of the tropes you do like and explore those things rather than beating yourself up over what you don’t like. 

And if ultimately you don’t like a/b/o then you’re an informed reader who knows what you don’t like about it, and you can use this as a road map to help you look out for more problematic aspects of other tropes so you can avoid those in future.

Hope that’s encouraging. Happy reading!


It’s FRIDAY FASHION FACT! If you have been reading this blog for a while, you’ll know that one of my favorite aspects of fashion history is the influence of society on dress. I can’t believe I haven’t written about today’s topic yet, since it is one of the best examples of this! We’re talking tea gowns!

Tea gowns rose to popularity in the late 1870s, reaching widespread popularity throughout the late 19th to early 20th centuries. To put it simply, a tea gown is an informal garment worn in the house- you guessed it- at tea time, though later they were worn at dinnertime as well. What is so interesting about tea gowns is that their creation was a direct result of the rapidly changing society of the time.

The Industrial Revolution led to a dramatic rise in urbanization. Naturally, this congested setting shifted social customs. Increased social circles meant increased social obligations. Visiting a friend or acquaintance for tea quickly became one of the most popular social calls, namely because it was the shortest. Custom dictated that one would not stay for more than half an hour for tea. The short time frame meant a less formal atmosphere.

On a different note, during this same time, there was a strong Asian influence on design. Due to the 1868 Meiji Restoration, trade lines between Japan and Europe opened up, bringing a steady stream of Japanese goods to the Western world. Using these pieces, homes were decorated in the exotic style. Kimonos also held a fascination among the Victorians, many adopting them as dressing gowns. Women would commonly host members of their wide social circles in their homes (particularly the parlors) to show off their creative interpretation of Asian and exotic inspired design. So how does this all connect to the tea gown?

To begin with, women desired a specific garment for these new abridged social calls- something relatively informal, yet still fashionable. Tea gowns have been described as a blend between a dressing gown and an evening gown. They were a far more relaxed style than the majority of fashions at the time. They were often loose fitting, and were often worn without the usual restrictive shapewear- namely bustles and (gasp!) corsets. Naturally, this meant that tea gowns were a very controversial garment, with many condemning them as lewd and immoral. Of course, many women who were so accustomed to wearing corsets still wore them with tea gowns, but disguised it with a loose bodice. Since they were so relaxed, though, a lady would never leave the house in a tea gown. As a result, only the hostess would wear one, while guests would wear afternoon or visiting gowns.

One of the biggest appeals of the loose tea gown was that they were so easy to put on, and a lady could dress herself without the help of a lady’s maid. While the structure of tea gowns were simple, though, their design was anything but. Women pulled inspiration from the exotic into their gowns, often aiming to match the design of their parlors. There was also a strong historical influence in many tea gowns. Watteau pleats, the cape/train-like pleats used in 18th century robes a la française, were a popular design element. Some tea gowns would be made to look like two garments, a faux-robe over a dress. As with all fashions of the day, ladies would show of their wealth through their tea gowns, using rich fabrics, lace trims, ruffles, and other embellishments.

As fashion developed, so did the tea gown. By the Edwardian Age, they became difficult to distinguish from other styles of dress. As society changed through the 1920s and 30s, the tea dress slowly faded from popularity, vanishing altogether by World War II. It just goes to show how the life and death of a fashion can all be directly related to shifts in society!

Have a question about fashion history that you want answered in the next FRIDAY FASHION FACT? Just click the ASK button at the top of the page!

Autistic Draco Malfoy Headcanons, Part 1

Autistic Draco Malfoy painstakingly learning all the specific social rules and customs relating to the high-class, pureblood wizarding society he was born into by mimicking his dad and then becoming angry, distressed and confused when he goes to Hogwarts and discover that they aren’t universally applicable.

Autistic Draco Malfoy exclusively befriending other high-class, pureblood, Slytherin wizards during his years at Hogwarts because they were raised to follow the same social rules, customs and speaking patterns as himself and he therefor has less trouble socializing with them.

Autistic Draco Malfoy carefully gelling his hair every day because the feeling of loose hairs against his skin is sensory hell.

Autistic Draco Malfoy being chronically manipulative because the many social rules and pureblood customs he was raised to memorize never gave him an understanding of how healthy, honest communication and interaction is supposed to work.

Autistic Draco Malfoy enjoying the pressure of the wind while flying.

Young Autistic Draco Malfoy trying to reach out to Harry by carefully following the manners, customs, social rules and speaking patterns that are considered socially acceptable and expected in the environment where he grew up. Young Autistic Draco Malfoy not understanding what he did wrong when Harry reacts negatively and rejects his friendship.

Autistic Draco Malfoy having trouble filtering and censoring his speech and coming across as overly rude and provocative because he says exactly what he thinks without evaluating how it might come across and whether it’s an appropriate thing to say in a specific situation.

Autistic Draco Malfoy having trouble with adjusting the tone of his voice, his body language and facial expressions and therefor often sounding and looking bored/unaffected when he isn’t.

Autistic Draco Malfoy loving Potions because it lets him follow precise recipes without unknown variables and confusing interactions.

Autistic Draco Malfoy being overly eloquent to cover up and compensate for the lack of nuance in his tone of voice, body language and facial expressions.

Autistic Draco Malfoy pressure stimming by wearing heavy capes and robes.

Autistic Draco Malfoy mimicking Lucius Malfoys body language and speaking patterns without understanding that they make him come across as rude and patronizing.

Autistic Draco Malfoy often touching/fiddling with things because he’s seeking tactile sensory input (- and therefor having trouble refraining from touching the different items in Borgin and Burkes when he visits the store with his father in Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets.)

Autistic Draco Malfoy having a very black and white world view in his attempts at making sense of and categorizing the world around him.