“A new trend has emerged in the [Western] fashion world. Or so they say. Fashion bloggers, stylists, and prominent members of the fashion industry are all talking about the ‘dress over pants’ trend, which Pakistanis have been sporting for as long as we can remember.”
I saw this Kendall Jenner tweet awhile ago on the internet and I remember thinking, “Hey that’s what us Pakistani and other South Asian women wear all the time; we’ve been wearing these for years. What’s so special about this?” and then I remembered that if you’re white, everything suddenly becomes sooooo chic and stylish!!! And when the rest of us wear it, we’re insulted or stereotyped, get nasty looks, racist remarks etc etc. I mean, I’ve seen a lot of other celebs in the West wearing clothes like this too and of course they all get praised by the media and fashion bloggers for starting some new and creative trends, but the rest of us get crap for wearing our original cultural clothes.
This dress is pretty common in Pakistan, and other South Asian countries. Pakistani women rock this look pretty well:
Why do they take our fashions and create some bland and boring version of them?
Here’s another article with historical and modern examples of South Asian (Pakistani and Indian) fashion of which these gorees stole, i mean….were “inspired” by lmao
me, binging black mirror until 5 am and adding a third layer of tape over my laptop’s webcam: damn them folks sure got themselves in a situation there huh…humanity sure does seem to lack benevolence in the face of our own godlike creation…thats how it be…on this 🅱itch of an erth….
Today I made the unfortunate discovery that Jim Carrey was once a conventionally handsome prettyboy. As in, you could describe him as “elegant” and possessing “chiseled good looks” and wouldn’t be off the mark. With a neutral expression on his face, he looked… pretty. Serene.
But the moment he displays an emotion, the illusion is shattered. It’s like he went and used some exclusive mods in character creation that altered the way reality affected his face. Physics just work differently for him. He is an average-looking dude under the eldritch forces that animate his face.
The Fair Folk: “I can’t believe this. Twenty years I’ve cleaned your house and you DARE to try to REPAY me with GIFTS. This is such an insult. Fuck you, you insolent humans. I’m leaving here and never returning because you have insulted me so deeply.”
Also the Fair Folk: “Remember that one time you pulled a thorn out of a cat’s foot? That was me. To show my gratitude, here is a house made of solid gold, a life-debt, my daughter’s hand in marriage, and a promise that all your children will be gorgeous and successful at all that they do. I can also throw in a blow job if you want. I hope this is enough. I don’t want to seem ungrateful.”
what kind of precipitation is wetter, snow or rain ???
seriously tho holy fuck. they’re both so deprived in so many different ways !!!
krolock is starved in the way that he’s loved and lost. he knows what its like to be in love and to truly adore a person and want them with you forever – and even past that initial infatuation. he’s been married. he knows what its like to devote yourself to a person – and he doesn’t have that anymore. so he fucking aches for it bc he knows what it feels like and he needs to feel it again
but alfred has absolutely no experience at all. he barely has experience having friends. like my favorite bg for alfred is that he had a pretty stable, full family – second youngest black sheep of a decently successful middle-class family with emotionally distant parents. alfred’s friends are books and like 3 professors at the university of königsberg and that’s basically it – but BOY is he a hopeless romantic. he loves fairy tales and romance stories and he cries when people talk about their weddings. by the time tanz rolls around he’s thinking about settling down (”fur ein leben lang?” baby u met sarah TEN MINUTES AGO) and probably having kids and god he wants to be in love so badly
and like – they both have some outlets of affection. krolock has herbert, his darling boy, the moon in his sky, for whom he would do literally anything. they have a great relationship (when they’re not partaking in isolation and self-destructive behavior, which i could talk about all day but will Refrain From, For Now) and support each other… decently well. as much as an undead father and son can. and alfred has abronsius who, for all his faults and weird hangups, i truly do think loves alfred! alfred is his favorite student, he trusts alfred with his work even when he’s being a big baby or forgetting where the damn heart is. abronsius even lauds his academic prowess in-text – but like ! that’s not enough. that’s not nearly enough for two full-grown men, nevermind two very attention-starved full-grown men.
give these boys hugs & friends & a mutually satisfying domestic and supportive romantic relationship. thanks for coming to my ted talk
so okay. this is a bunch of stuff extrapolated from a lot of weepy late-night conversations with @penhales about our beautiful beautiful boys, but –
early in the course of their relationship, after they’ve started sleeping together but before they’ve really talked about it (bc as much as they enjoy each other’s company, i definitely think they’d be more inclined to form a physical relationship before a truly romantic one, because Anxiety and Commitment Issues and Sex is Easier, particularly for krolock), alfred wakes up just as the sun has gone down & while krolock’s still asleep
and its the first time alfred’s really seen him properly vulnerable since that night in the crypt – because alfred’s already seen krolock asleep, and that was when he was holding a stake the wrong way round over his goddamn heart. this is a moment, for both of them, even if krolock isn’t conscious for it. he trusts alfred enough to be asleep around him, even with alfred having come so close to literally murdering him
so alfred’s just laying there, in the lamplight, watching krolock. maybe his hair has started to come out of its braid, maybe there’s stubble on his cheeks, maybe his eyelids are twitching because he’s in the middle of a dream, and alfred doesn’t see the Graf von Krolock or a vampire lord – just. a man. a father, a widow, someone alfred’s been intimate with, and maybe – maybe someone he wants to be with for a really long time. maybe forever.
(also krolock snores when he sleeps on his back, and there’s the tea)
Penhales 