star-anise:

hamartiacosm:

deanplease:

magpiescholar:

gothiccharmschool:

prismatic-bell:

marzipanandminutiae:

it’s hilarious to me when people call historical fashions that men hated oppressive

like in BuzzFeed’s Women Wear Hoop Skirts For A Day While Being Exaggeratedly Bad At Doing Everything In Them video, one woman comments that she’s being “oppressed by the patriarchy.” if you’ve read anything Victorian man ever said about hoop skirts, you know that’s pretty much the exact opposite of the truth

thing is, hoop skirts evolved as liberating garment for women. before them, to achieve roughly conical skirt fullness, they had to wear many layers of petticoats (some stiffened with horsehair braid or other kinds of cord). the cage crinoline made their outfits instantly lighter and easier to move in

it also enabled skirts to get waaaaay bigger. and, as you see in the late 1860s, 1870s, and mid-late 1880s, to take on even less natural shapes. we jokingly call bustles fake butts, but trust me- nobody saw them that way. it was just skirts doing weird, exciting Skirt Things that women had tons of fun with

men, obviously, loathed the whole affair

(1864)

(1850s. gods, if only crinolines were huge enough to keep men from getting too close)

(no date given, but also, this is 100% impossible)

(also undated, but the ruffles make me think 1850s)

it was also something that women of all social classes- maids and society ladies, enslaved women and free women of color -all wore at one point or another. interesting bit of unexpected equalization there

and when bustles came in, guess what? men hated those, too

(1880s)

(probably also 1880s? the ladies are being compared to beetles and snails. in case that was unclear)

(1870s, I think? the bustle itself looks early 1870s but the tight fit of the actual gown looks later)

hoops and bustles weren’t tools of the patriarchy. they were items 1 and 2 on the 19th century’s “Fashion Trends Women Love That Men Hate” lists, with bonus built-in personal space enforcement

Gonna add something as someone who’s worn a lot of period stuff for theatre:

The reason you suck at doing things in a hoop skirt is because you’re not used to doing things in a hoop skirt.


The first time I got in a Colonial-aristocracy dress I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The construction didn’t actually allow me to raise my arms all the way over my head (yes, that’s period-accurate). We had one dresser to every two women, because the only things we could put on ourselves were our tights, shifts, and first crinoline. Someone else had to lace our corsets, slip on our extra crinolines, hold our arms to balance us while a second person actually put the dresses on us like we were dolls, and do up our shoes–which we could not put on ourselves because we needed to be able to balance when the dress went on. My entire costume was almost 40 pounds (I should mention here that many of the dresses were made entirely of upholstery fabric), and I actually did not have the biggest dress in the show.

We wore our costumes for two weeks of rehearsal, which is quite a lot in university theatre. The first night we were all in dress, most of the ladies went propless because we were holding up our skirts to try and get a feel for both balance and where our feet were in comparison to where it looked like they should be. I actually fell off the stage.

By opening night? We were square-dancing in the damn things. We had one scene where our leading man needed to whistle, but he didn’t know how and I was the only one in the cast loud enough to be heard whistling from under the stage, so I was also commando-crawling underneath him at full speed trying to match his stage position–while still in the dress. And petticoats. And corset. Someone took my shoes off for that scene so I could use my toes to propel myself and I laid on a sheet so I wouldn’t get the dress dirty, but that was it–I was going full Solid Snake in a space about 18″ high, wearing a dress that covered me from collarbones to floor and weighed as much as a five-year-old child. And it worked beautifully.

These women knew how to wear these clothes. It’s a lot less “restrictive” when it’s old hat.

I have worn hoop skirts a lot, especially in summer. I still wear hoop skirts if I’m going to be at an event where I will probably be under stage lights. (For example, Vampire Ball.)

I can ride public transportation while wearing them. I can take a taxi while wearing them. I can go on rides at Disneyland while wearing them. Because I’ve practiced wearing them and twisting the rigid-but-flexible skirt bones so I can sit on them and not buffet other people with my skirts. 

Hoop skirts are awesome.

Hoop skirts are also air conditioning.  If you ever go to reenactments in the South, particularly in summer, you’ll notice a lot of ladies gently swaying in their big 1860s skirts – because it fans all the sweaty bits.  You’ll be much cooler in a polished cotton gown with full sleeves, ruffles, and hoopskirt than in a riding jacket and trousers, let me promise you!  (This is part of the reason many enslaved women also enthusiastically preferred larger skirts – they had more to do than sit in the shade, but they’d get a bit of a breeze from the hoops’ movement as they were walking.)  

They’re also – and I can’t emphasize enough how important this is – really easy to pee in.  If you’re in split-crotch drawers (which, until at least the 1890s, you were), you can take an easy promenade a few feet away from the gents and then squat down and pee in pretty much total privacy.  It gives so much freedom in travel when it’s not a problem to pee most anywhere.

People also don’t realize that corsets themselves were a HUGE HUGE IMPROVEMENT over previous support-garment styles – and if you have large breasts that don’t naturally float freely above your ribcage (which some people’s do! but it’s not that common), corsets are often an improvement over modern bras.

They hold up the breasts from underneath, taking the weight of them off your back.  Most historical corset styles don’t have shoulder straps, so you’re not bearing the weight of your breast there, either, and you can raise your arms as far as your dress’s shoulder line allows (which is the actually restrictive bit – in my 1830s dress, literally all I can do is work in my lap, but in my 1890s dress I can paddle a kayak or draw a longbow with no trouble.  Both in a full corset).  They support your back and reduce the physical effort it takes to not slouch, helping avoid back pain.  They’re rigid enough that you don’t usually have to adjust your clothing to keep it where it belongs.  They’re flexible – if you’re having a bloaty PMS day you just … don’t lace it as tightly, and if your back muscles are sore you can lace it a little tighter.  And you can undo a cup (or, y’know, not have breast cups) to nurse a baby without losing any of the structural integrity of the garment.

I do educational/historical dressing and people are really insistent, like, “The corset was invented by a man, wasn’t it?”  “Actually, women were at the forefront of changing undergarment styles throughout the 19th century!” “But it’s true that it was invented by a man.”  

Uh, well, it’s hard to say who “invented” the style but it’s very likely that women’s dressmakers mostly innovated women’s corsets and men’s tailors mostly innovated men’s corsets, honey.  Because those exist too.

Everything about all of this is accurate.

@star-anise

Yeees.

Also? These fashions are about taking up space. They’re about being loud and visible and saying HERE I AM. About saying “I’m so rich, I need someone to help me dress every morning.” And about saying, “I am not solely here for male consumption”–there’s a reason so many cartoons lampooning women’s fashion are about how hard those ladies are to kiss, and how impossible it’d be to have a quick fuck in them. (Which it actually isn’t, but that’s beside the point)

Historical women’s fashions aren’t 100% unproblematic and absolutely wonderful. They make stark class distinctions incredibly visible, because you simply cannot wear some of these dresses and keep them maintained without a private staff to do a ton of work for you. They upheld a standard of femininity a lot of women were excluded from. They limited women’s and girls’ participation in sports and athletics. 

But damn, women wore them for a reason.

Victorian Gothic Gothic

witch-of-habonim-dror:

  • Your mother died giving birth to you. Every woman dies in childbirth. If you have younger siblings, do not question how they got there. Truly, you do not want to know.
  • You have no ears, but delicate pink shells. Your teeth are pearls. Instead of hands you have small white paws. You are beautiful, and terrifying.
  • A handsome stranger has awakened something deep within your breast. You do not know what it is, but it is awake, and it is aware.
  • People keep dying of consumption. You cannot say as yet who is doing the consuming.
  • There is mist on the moor. There is always mist on the moor. Seasons have no meaning here.
  • Everyone outside of very specific parts of England is evil. This must be true. It must be, and that’s why you should never, ever leave. Ever.

witchesvscommunism:

dawnofthebadpuns:

incandescent-creativity:

animetitle:

me writing dialogue: “what is man but a vessel through which a higher entity may see? what is his purpose? must he find a purpose? we are but stardust; the universe comprehending itself.”

me writing action: they ran real fast from the bad men aand legs hurty

me writing action: Her legs pounded against the earth, the familiar jolt grounding her like nothing else could. Magic, gods, royalty—she didn’t know anything about that. But running? That’s something she’d been doing since day one.

me writing dialogue: “I dunno man whatchu wanna do” “I dunno. What do you think?” “Hey man I don’t know”

me writing action: room go boom

me writing dialogue: noppity nope, that ain’t dope

The holy trinity of writing

cockmcstuffins:

bella really did imagine like the sexiest scenario ever for edward biting her neck in twilight (2008) dir. by catherine hardwicke like chaise lounge, candles, and just absolutely flawless contour bella was a monsterfucker who hit the goddamn jackpot in forks, washington and was finally going to live her fantasy and in this house we stan

langsandlit:

biscotto – biscuit, cookie
brioche (f.) – brioche
burro – butter
caffè – coffee
caffè decaffeinato – decaffeinated coffee
caffellatte – milky coffee
cereali – cereals
colazione (f.) – breakfast
colazione continentale – continental breakfast
colazione all’inglese (OR all’americana) – english/american breakfast 
cornetto – croissant
fetta biscottata – rusk
frutta – fruit
frutta secca – dried fruit
giornale (m.) – newspaper
latte (m.) – milk
latte al cioccolato – chocolate milk
latte caldo – hot milk
latte di avena – oat milk 
latte di soia – soy milk
latte parzialmente scremato – semi-skimmed milk
latte scremato – skimmed milk
marmellata – jam 
marmellata di… – … jam
miele (m.) – honey
müsli/muesli (m. pl.) – müsli/muesli
pancarré (m.) – sandwiches bread 
pancetta – bacon
prosciutto – ham
salsiccia – sausage
succo – juice 
succo di frutta – fruit juice
succo di… – … juice
tazza – mug
tazzina – coffee cup
(m) – tea
teiera – teapot
toast (m.) / pane tostato – toast
tostapane – toaster
uovo (m.), uova (f.) – egg, eggs
yogurt (m.) – yogurt
zucchero – sugar

fare colazione – to have breakfast

Hi there! I was just wondering what holidays do Italians celebrate in the fall?

langsandlit:

Hi! Not many, AFAIK. To my Italian followers: If I’m forgetting any, please feel free to add more holidays.

  • Ognissanti/Tutti i Santi (All Saints’ Day) – 1st November – Italians remember their dead with visits to the cemetery, usually bringing fresh flowers or candles. Because it’s a national holiday, workers usually have a day off. Ognissanti is also the holiday where people with no name day can receive small gifts or name day wishes.
  • Immacolata Concezione or just L’Immacolata (Immaculate Conception) – 8th December – Italians don’t do anything exceptional on this day, though maybe special masses are celebrated. Usually when L’Immacolata falls either on a Friday or Monday, Italians talk about Il ponte dell’Immacolata (literally “the Immaculate bridge”), which is basically a long weekend. Sometimes Italians spend this holiday visiting different cities or Christmas markets in their towns. Some cities and towns will also usually hold festivals called sagre, which revolve entirely about food. Public bonfires can also be held. 
  • Vigilia di Natale (Christmas eve) – 24th December – Italians usually have a pre-Christmas dinner and wait until midnight to open or exchange their gifts. Others open them on Christmas morning.
  • Natale (Christmas) – 25th December – More food!
  • Santo Stefano (Saint Stephen’s day) – 26th December – We hope you haven’t died two days before because.. More food!
  • Vigilia di Capodanno (New Year’s eve) and Capodanno (New Year’s day) – 31st December and 1st January – More food! Also there is your entire family and every cousin you have never met! The night between the 31st and the 1st is called Notte di San Silvestro.

Towns and cities will usually organise various activities like bonfires, free museum entries, food festivals, concerts, Christmas markets, etc.

Halloween isn’t an Italian holiday and it isn’t particularly felt as such. Children might dress up and go out in their costume though. Mediaset bombards us with Halloween-themed vintage US American movies.

tyrannosaurus-rex:

mineyoung-churyuu:

hubriscomplex:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

8ddict:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

captainlordauditor:

some iconic dialogue that sounds like its from the great canon of literature but are actually from memes

  1. I will face God and walk backwards into Hell
  2. “I’ll do whatever you want” “then perish”
  3. I have been through hell and come out singing

feel free to add more!

  • There are no gods here
  • Do I look like the kind of man who dies
  • God’s dead and soon we will be too
  • I thought there were no heroes left in this world 

• you kneel before my throne unaware that it was built on lies

  • Impudent of you to assume I will meet a mortal end
  • This is hell’s territory and I am beholden to no gods
  • Bury me shallow, I’ll be back

– take this gift, for the gods surely won’t

  • God wishes he were me
  • One day, you will be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe, and you will have to justify the space you’ve filled

Violence for Violence is the Rule of Beasts