#Camping Accessories For Women

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Camp Hero State Park: A Historical Gem on Montauk Point

"Camp Hero" embodies the spirit of adventure, teamwork, and personal growth often found in summer camps. This term represents a transformative experience where campers discover their strengths, build confidence, and forge lasting friendships. At Camp Hero, participants engage in a variety of activities, from outdoor challenges and team-building exercises to creative arts and leadership training.

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The program emphasizes the development of essential life skills, such as problem-solving, resilience, and communication, all within a supportive environment. Campers are encouraged to step outside their comfort zones, tackle new challenges, and support one another, fostering a sense of community and camaraderie.

"Camp Hero" also highlights the importance of mentorship, as counselors guide campers on their journey, helping them to become leaders in their own right. This nurturing atmosphere inspires campers to embrace their individuality while celebrating the diversity of their peers.

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Ultimately, Camp Hero is more than just a place; it’s a mindset that encourages young people to become the best versions of themselves, empowering them to carry the lessons learned at camp into their everyday lives, creating heroes in their own communities.

Montauk, Long Island, New York, is a charming destination known for its stunning beaches and vibrant maritime culture. A perfect gift from Montauk captures the essence of this coastal gem. Consider unique items like handcrafted seashell jewelry, artisanal local foods, or branded apparel featuring the iconic lighthouse.

For beach lovers, a gift basket filled with sunblock, beach towels, and local snacks makes the perfect surprise. Art prints depicting Montauk’s picturesque landscapes or nautical-themed decor also serve as wonderful mementos.

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Whether it's for a friend or a special keepsake for yourself, gifts from Montauk offer a taste of summer alongside the nostalgia of beach days and unforgettable sunsets, making them ideal for anyone who cherishes the beauty of Long Island.

"Camping Stuff for Women" celebrates gear designed with female adventurers in mind. From lightweight tents and stylish backpacks to comfortable sleeping bags and multifunctional tools, these products enhance the camping experience. Fashionable yet functional clothing, like moisture-wicking layers and durable footwear, ensures comfort during outdoor activities.

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Accessories like personalized camp mugs, compact cooking sets, and eco-friendly toiletries cater to women’s needs while embracing the spirit of adventure. With thoughtful camping essentials, outdoor exploration becomes enjoyable and empowering for every woman.

[soakidays]

Shop Beach Products From Soaki Days

Planning a beach day? Soaki Days has everything you need to ensure your day by the sea is perfect. From beach essentials to premium apparel, our curated selection of high-quality products will make your beach experience comfortable, stylish, and fun. Here’s a closer look at some of our top offerings:

Beach Essentials

Every great beach day starts with the right gear. At Soaki Days, we offer a range of beach essentials designed to make your time in the sun enjoyable and hassle-free. Here are some must-haves:

Beach Towels: Our oversized, quick-dry beach towels are perfect for lounging on the sand or drying off after a swim. Made from soft, absorbent materials, they are both comfortable and practical.

Beach Umbrellas: Stay cool and protected from the sun with our durable, easy-to-set-up beach umbrellas. They provide ample shade and come in various colors and patterns to match your style.

Coolers and Bags: Keep your snacks and drinks cold with our portable coolers. Pair them with our stylish beach bags, which are spacious enough to hold all your beach day necessities.

Elite Sunglasses

No beach outfit is complete without a pair of stylish sunglasses. Our Elite Sunglasses collection features high-quality eyewear designed to protect your eyes and enhance your beach look. Key features include:

UV Protection: All our sunglasses offer 100% UV protection, shielding your eyes from the sun’s harmful rays.

Polarized Lenses: Reduce glare and improve visual clarity with our polarized lenses, perfect for bright beach days.

Swimming Gears

Dive into the water with confidence using our top-of-the-line swimming gear. Soaki Days offers a range of products designed to enhance your swimming experience:

Swimwear: Our swimwear collection includes both men’s and women’s styles, featuring comfortable fits and durable materials. Choose from bikinis, one-pieces, trunks, and board shorts in various colors and patterns.

Snorkeling Sets: Explore the underwater world with our high-quality snorkeling sets. Each set includes a mask, snorkel, and fins designed for maximum comfort and performance.

Women’s Premium Apparel

Stay chic and comfortable at the beach with our Women’s Premium Apparel. Designed for style and functionality, our collection includes:

Cover-Ups: Transition from beach to boardwalk effortlessly with our stylish cover-ups. Choose from lightweight tunics, kaftans, and sarongs in a variety of prints and colors.

Beach Dresses: Our beach dresses are perfect for a casual stroll along the shore or a seaside lunch. Made from breathable fabrics, they offer a relaxed fit and elegant designs.

Men’s Premium Apparel

Our Men’s Premium Apparel collection ensures you look and feel great at the beach. Here are some of our top picks:

Board Shorts and Swim Trunks: Our board shorts and swim trunks are designed for comfort and style. Available in various lengths, colors, and patterns, they are perfect for swimming, surfing, or lounging.

T-Shirts and Tanks: Stay cool with our selection of lightweight, breathable t-shirts and tank tops. Made from soft, high-quality materials, they offer both comfort and style.

Conclusion

At Soaki Days, we understand that a great beach day requires more than just sunshine and sand. With our carefully curated selection of beach essentials, elite sunglasses, swimming gear, and premium apparel for both men and women, you’ll be fully equipped to enjoy every moment by the sea. Visit our website to explore our full range of products and start planning your perfect beach day today!

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[suaxanh]

Ba lô đựng máy tính xách tay 15,6" chống nước BANGE: Đa năng, sành điệu và chống sốc cho nam và nữ

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 💝Upgrade your everyday style with Bange's fashionable Jacquard Backpack.

💝Made in China (Mainland) with attention to quality and details, this unisex backpack combines fashion and practicality.

💝Made from durable TPU material with polyester lining, helps protect your belongings.

💝With multiple interior pockets, soft handles, air-cushioned belt and 20-35 liter capacity, this is the ideal travel companion backpack for work, school or vacation.

[sepiamestus]

Palestinian Artists/Fashion Designers Masterlist

(work in progress. If anyone knows of any other, please let me know!)

Handmade In Palestine - collection of Palestinian made art and accessories. Profits go to planting trees in Palestine.

Darzah - Palestinian fashion, accessories, and home decor. Profits go to artisan salaries, employment progams, and job training in the West Bank.

Nol Collective - Palestinian designed fashion collection

Balady Stitch Shop - Tatreez artist selling Palestinian fashion and accessories

Falistini Brand - Palestinian fashion, accessories, and decor collection.

Anat - Palestinian genderless embroidery and street fashion

Deerah - Sustainability focused Palestinian fashion and embroidery. Profits contribute to the income of Palestinian women in concentration camps in Jordan

Hebron Arts - Palestinian art and fashion made in the city of Hebron.

Min Amanne Designs - Palestinian artist selling how-to tatteez kits and designs

Bella Hijabs - Palestinian-owned hijabi fashion

Rahalah - Fashion, shoes, and accessories made in Palestine.

Andar Engraving- Palestinian owned custom engraving

[mochinomnoms]

Hehe HOW COULD I FORGET THAT SUMMERDRESSES ARE SOMETHING?! also those stops you can find near beaches that braid your hair with seashells and pretty accessories I WOULD BE BEGGING FOR HOURS FOR THE OCTOTRIO OR ANY OF MY FAVS TO GET THEM WITH ME, CRYING AND SOBBING!! Summer and hot weathers is the time where I completely forget pants exist and I lounge around with an oversized shirt for pijamas.. Oww I miss the summer now!! Chile is going through rain floods :( THERE WAS EVEN FIRE IN THE WATER GODDAMMIT

-Vaquita (summery thoughts hehe..)

I am but a gal with homoerotic tendencies and a love for women and dresses and women in dresses

I've seen weird discourse on TikTok about what counts as a sundress, as I guess there are a bunch of men that think body-con dresses are sundresses? Personally, I think of sundresses as very light, flowy dresses that are usually long, but can be short. Sometimes they have sleeves, sometimes they don't.

I think the octotrio would still prefer different types of sundresses on their beloved~ This is what I think, though it's a bit suggestive:

Azul likes wrap dresses, he thinks they're super versatile with the various lengths and styles! They can be formal or informal, but is favorite to see on you is one in a casual style. It let's in take you out and about for dates on the pier, and it's best for the beach, which he is fond of even if he doesn't transform while in the water. And, well, the fact that it's just a few strings and ribbons keeping it together...just one little tug, and he has you all on display for him~

Now, as much as I give him shit for his fashion sense in Camp Vargas, Jade is actually super good at finding you cute dresses, though he's inclined to go for a long, dainty milkmaid dress. Something about it being so cute and almost unassuming drives him a bit insane. It's perfect for a hot summer day out in the town, or perfect for him to come home to! It's so innocent, but not really, not with the thoughts Jade's having each time he sees you in that dress.

Finally, I think Floyd really likes cute things. He like cute things, likes cute clothes, cute people, cute clothes on cute people! He likes to see you dress up in short, frilly dresses when you guys go out to the beach. It's perfect for the hot weather, easy to slip on and off for...activities...and it's just very cutesy! He loves all of it, and he wants to see you in it! Won't you just indulge him? He proooomises to behave....for a little bit. Don't mind if he sneaks you away to a private grotto, he did say the dress is easy to slip on and off real quickly.

[wileys-russo]

A halloween fic where Leah and her gf go to a Williamson family halloween party. Gf secretly dresses up as the always serious Lioness captain and everyone finds its hilarious except Leah (maybe she finds it kinda hot lol)…

narcissist II l.williamson

"oh she is going to hate this." laura laughed as you emerged from your room, the younger girl waiting patiently in the living room while you'd put the finishing touches to your halloween costume.

"thats the goal!" you grinned with a wink, giving yourself a once over in the hallway mirror, adjusting your hair a little. "you look so good lau!" you beamed at laura who was dressed up as cowgirl barbie, having somehow convinced kim to go as her counterpart western ken, who agreed to meet you there.

you'd all been invited to a halloween party thrown by leah's cousin holly, which was an annual tradition among the williamson family and their close friends. leah had been out all day having gone over there this morning, promising to help holly set everything up.

you'd gotten out of it given you had picked up a last minute shift this morning and promised a very nervous laura that she could come over and get ready with you.

with most of the girls away on international break the austrian had spent nearly everyday at yours and leahs shared home seeking out the company she missed when her house mates were away.

not that you or leah minded at all, both looking at laura like a younger sister. you'd always fit in well with leahs friends and team mates since the two of you started seeing one another a few years ago, though you'd become exceptionally close to the fellow members of her coveted infamous acl club.

you glanced down as your phone buzzed, alex texting that she was outside in an uber. "scottys here." you informed, grabbing your house keys and lauras hand, the two of you running to the car with a laugh after you'd locked up.

"jesus christ alex!" you jumped in shock as you opened the door and came face to face with the older woman, who grinned at you devilishly, dressed head to toe like a sexy pennywise the clown. "that is a nightmare." laura laughed, climbing into the car alongside you.

"you look gorgeous!" alex pointed toward laura as the driver pulled out from the curb. "you...well, you look bang on mate." alex nodded her approval as you grinned happily. "down to the very last detail." you pulled a very stern face, causing both women to laugh loudly.

you'd opted that out of all the options you had, the best and most top tier costume you could pull off was to dress up as your lovingly strict girlfriend in her natural element.

so you were clad out in her favourite england kit from the euros with williamson splashed across your back, having to roll the top of her shorts twice so they didn't hang down to your knees. you'd even pulled your socks up and stole an old pair of her boots which you had no doubt you'd hear about from the girl in question soon enough.

then there was the thin black headband which sat on your head pulling your fringe out of your face, leahs now having grown out beyond the need to use it but you'd still given her endless amounts of shit while she'd needed it so it seemed a perfect accessory.

the final cherry on top was the one love captains armband wrapped tightly around your bicep, loaned to you by katie before she'd flown off to ireland for national camp. having laughed till her stomach hurt when you'd explained what you needed it for she made you promise to send her lots of photos.

pulling up to hollys house the party was clearly in full swing as there was cars everywhere and people lounging around smoking on her front lawn, every single sort of weird and wonderful costume in sight.

thanking the driver the three of you slipped out and made your way inside, holly spotting you right away as she grinned and hurried over. she hugged alex who dipped with a wink, spotting some of her friends across the room.

laura was next to go, kim waving her over where she sat with amber, jen and a few others in the living room, the sight of the arsenal captain with a cow print tracksuit on making you let out a loud laugh as she winked and playfully rolled her eyes, dipping her hat at you as she stood to embrace laura.

"and you...babe you are a spitting image!" holly grinned after she'd hugged you tightly, holding you away from her at arms length and looking you up and down.

"god the world can barely handle one leah williamson, but two? good luck to us all!" her brother ben appeared beside her, hugging you tightly and spinning you around before darting away to mingle.

"where is she?" you asked, holly taking your hand and dragging you away to make you a drink. "outside with her mum i think, and i need to see her live reaction." holly handed you a drink and again pulled you away with her.

you spotted your girlfriend stood by the fire pit in the middle of the yard, surrounded by a few of her family members you'd met several times before, following holly over as amanda spotted you and the girl gestured for her not to alert leah.

"well hello sexy, is it hot today or is it just you?" you smacked your girlfriend on the bum as she so often greeted you, the older girl spinning around as you did, having been messaging all day how much she missed you.

though once she actually took you in you were unable to read the look on her face, her family members all exploding into a round of applause and whistles as you took a bow.

"leah williamson; england captain, european champion." you held your hand out toward her mum with a blank stare, and a near perfect impression of your girlfriends thick milton keynes accent, sending the older woman into a deeper bout of hysterics as you were showered with compliments.

"you are unbelievable." finally finishing making the rounds hugging her various family members leah was next as you returned in front of her, sending her a beaming smile and a wink.

"like it? think its pretty accurate." you again made fun of your girlfriends tendency to replace her th's with f's as even leah was unable to hold back her smile.

"you might be fucking annoying but i have to say i do love it baby girl, imitation is the best form of flattery." leah smirked, pecking your lips a few times as the two of you hugged tightly.

"you're looking proper fit babe." you grinned, your girlfriend dressed up like a sexy jack sparrow, the bandana and corset combination doing wonders for you. "are you going to speak like that all night?" leah grimanced at the thickly dramatised impression of her accent.

"sure am, welcome to my every day reality my love."

~

"leah where are we going!" you laughed as she dragged you through the house by your hand, both of you a little tipsy you stumbled on your feet as she pushed you into hollys room.

"you look so fucking good tonight babe its driving me crazy." leah breathed out, shutting the door and pressing you up against it, hands gripping your hips.

"are you seriously telling me you're finding me dressed as you a turn on right now?" you laughed quietly, arms wrapping around her shoulders and fiddling with the baby hairs on the nape of her neck as she gave you a toothy grin.

"what can i say baby? you're hot, i'm hot. put them together? i very much like what i see." leah whistled with a smirk making your eyes roll playfully. "such a narcissist." you teased, standing on your tippy toes to connect your lips to hers.

your head spun as her lips ravaged yours, the kiss desperate and messy and passionate, the older girl doing her very best to show you just how much she'd missed you today, and just how much she was enjoying your little get up tonight.

"leah." you released a breathy moan as she took your bottom lip between her teeth, tugging on it as her eyes locked with yours and winked, sucking your lip into her mouth and pressing you even harder into the door as her tongue slipped into your mouth now taking full control of the kiss.

but tonight, tonight you were determined to stay in character.

you pushed back against her taller form, walking her back until her legs hit the bed and she fell, the kiss breaking for a moment before her hands grabbed at you possessively, tagging you to straddle her lap.

"i think you should keep this on when i have you a whining mess underneath me later my girl. you know i love when you wear my name." leahs hands slipped under her jersey which adorned your top half, short nails scratching your abs before she tugged teasingly at the material.

"maybe i'll even let you wear my euros medal if you beg me nicely enough." leah smiled wickedly, hands gently sliding up higher on your torso until you hastily grabbed them and pinned them to her sides.

"mm tempting but not tonight lee baby, tonight i'm the captain." you breathed out against her lips, ducking your head back with a smug smile as she tried to dive back in to kiss you.

though before anything else could happen a fist was pounding at the door. "i swear to god the two of you better be out out of my room and fully clothed in 0.5 seconds or i'll kick this fucking door and your heads in!" holly yelled menacingly, hitting the door again as you and leah shared a grin.

"don't worry love, this isn't over yet-" you paused, leaning back to proudly tap the lionesses badge on your chest.

"the english are never done."

[winstonsns]

can you do one where reader and dally have been dating for about a month now and reader finds out that he hooked up with sylvia again and reader goes to bucks to confront him and he's all nonchalant about it like it's not a big deal and reader gets really mad

why do i cry (request)

pairing: dally x reader

summary: you and dally have been dating for around a month but you find out he hooked up with sylvia, so you go buck’s to confront him

warnings: cheating, smoking, cussing

authors note: im back from camping yay

word count: 1.7k

as you lay in your bed, you stare up at the ceiling, tapping your fingers against each other as you think. you turn your head, looking at the phone on your nightstand.

you’ve been wanting to call dally, to do anything with him but he’s been busy for weeks. you haven’t heard his voice in more than a week, and you’ve been feeling worried. you trust him, but know he’s been known to get around with other women. you believe it is different this time, that you can see the love in his eyes when he looks at you.

you smile to yourself, picking up the phone and taking it off the stand. you dial your boyfriends number, holding it up to your ear. it rings for a few seconds before you hear a sigh and soft whispers, a woman’s voice, you think, from the other end of the line.

“hey dal, do you think we could go to a diner tonight for—“ you begin to ask, excitement in your voice.

dally’s voice is flat, he interrupts you, “i’m busy, y/n.”

you still have hope, your smile dropping but trying to persuade him, “oh, that’s okay! maybe we can go—“

the phone rings, you look at the phone and ask, “hello? dally?” but you receive no answer. you sigh, placing the phone on the stand and laying back down. you stare at the ceiling, wondering why he hung up, maybe it was an accident.

you think about the other voice with dally, it sounded like a girls voice. there was no way he was with another girl right now, it makes no sense. he’s busy, probably cleaning up his own wounds or something, you wouldn’t know.

you look at the clock on your nightstand, it is around six, you remember the drive in would be open in around an hour. deciding to go to the drive in, you quickly stand up from your bed and walk to your dresser.

opening the drawers, you take some clothes out and accessories from your vanity. you walk to the bathroom, opening the door and taking off your clothes, putting your new outfit on. you look in the mirror, making sure you look okay.

picking up your toothbrush, you wet it and take a tube of toothpaste, putting some on your brush. you brush your teeth for about two minutes before spitting in the sink and rinsing your brush. you place your hand under the water, rinsing out your mouth and spitting once again.

you turn around, checking the time once again and seeing it’s around 6:30. you walk down the stairs to the entrance of your house and picking up your shoes. you put them on, walking back to the kitchen and picking up your keys from the island.

quickly walking back to the entrance of the house, you open the door and walk outside, onto the porch. you close the door behind you and take the keys, locking the door. you walk to your car in the driveway, opening the door and sitting in the drivers seat.

you begin to drive to the drive in, turning the radio on. lesley gore was playing, a favorite song of hers reminds you of you and dally. he always seems annoyed when you play her music, but tolerates it for some reason.

as you pull into the drive in, you park your car and open the door, walking to the concessions building. you begin to take your wallet out when you hear a familiar laugh, along with a girl talking.

you turn your head to see dally and a blonde, a girl with heavy eye-makeup and a cigarette in her hand. his arm is around her shoulder, he kisses her as it begins to turn into a make out session.

you stare as your heart drops, you freeze. sighing, you walk back to your car, opening the door and sitting in the drivers seat. you keep your eyes on the wheel, not yet driving back to your house.

looking down at your lap, you decide you’ll confront him, but he had ruined your night. you put your hands on the wheel and drive back to the bar. the drive to buck’s is silent, the sky gets darker and darker by the minute.

as you arrive at buck’s, you drive to the back of the building so your car can’t be seen. you look at the clock, knowing it would be about an hour before the movie is over. you wait, resting your head on your hand, closing your eyes.

you fall asleep, wanting a break from thinking. you wake up to a loud sound, you move your hand and lay your head on the window, taking a few moments to wake up. you open your eyes, turning your attention to the time, around nine.

you’d slept for around an hour and a half, you remember why you are at buck’s. you open the door to your car, standing up and closing it. you walk to the front of the building, opening the door and walking in.

loud voices and music fill your ears, bright lights shine in your eyes as buck greets you from behind the counter. you greet him back, walking through the bar up to dally’s room. before you enter the door, you sigh, your throat closing up and your eyes begin to tear up.

don’t cry, you think. there is no reason to be sad about someone cheating on you, it’s fine. you ball your fists up, knowing it’s not okay for anyone to act like how dally is. you take a moment for your throat to feel okay again, you blink multiple times before your tears are gone.

knocking on the door, you hear steps coming closer and closer. dally opens the door, staying in the same place but not inviting you in. he stares at you, waiting for you to say something.

you nervously look at him back, his cold eyes on yours. you ask, “can i come in?” he rolls his eyes, replying, “fine, man. make it quick.” as he doesn’t open the door for you, leaving you to do it yourself.

you walk into the room, he seemingly ignores you as you aren’t talking yet. he sits on his bed, taking a cigarette out and lighting it, waiting for you to speak. he looks at you, annoyed, “so? you just gonna stand there and waste my time?”

thinking, you ask, “why were you with sylvia today? i thought you two broke up, but you were kissing her and stuff.”

he rolls his eyes, sighing and not answering your question, “jesus…” and looks away from you.

your eyebrows furrow, you begin to feel warm as you ball your fists up. your voice begins to get louder and louder, “jesus? what the hell dallas, you fucking cheated on me and you know it! how can you act like you didn’t do—“

he yells, his attention now on you, “all you women are the same! how d’ya expect me to stay with you if we never spend time together, man—“

you interrupt him, yelling back, “we never spend time together because you’re fucking cheating on me with other girls, dumbass! i always knew you were messed up but not this messed up! how can you act like this and act like it’s okay, huh?” you move closer to him as he slowly backs up, you continue, “i don’t understand how someone can act as you do, what even is a relationship to you, dally? do you even care, do you even know that kissing other girls is considered cheating? sylvia cheated on you, two times, may i add, and you go back to her? you know, i stayed loyal and i thought we were in love. but ruining a perfectly fine relationship by cheating on me with someone who cheated on you, someone who’s probably with another guy right now, is pathetic. i thought you were smarter than that, dally. you are cold, heartless.”

as dally stares at you, he says nothing as you continue to speak, “you think you’re so tough, but deep down, you’re helpless, dally. you are nothing, people only like you because you can protect them, you think they care about you, but they don’t. and you know that, you feel the same about them. you don’t care.”

he gulps, looking at the floor and looking back at you, a blank stare on his face, you stare at him, this time a cold look on your face. his eyes are now filled with vulnerability, you say, “you have no purpose, dally.”

his eyes slightly widen, enough to notice. you turn around, heading out towards the door of his bedroom. you walk downstairs to the door of the building, out to your car. you drive home, your mind is empty, you hadn’t regret a word you’ve said to him.

dally sits on his bed, staring at the floor. he doesn’t regret kissing sylvia, what he did regret was letting you say those words about him. he begins to think, is what you said true? is he really cold, is he heartless?

he shakes his head, attempting to forget about what you’ve said. he stands up from his bed, walking to the phone connected to his wall. he spins the dial, calling sylvia’s number and placing the phone to his ear.

“hey, babe—“ he says, excited to talk to her. he is interrupted with a deep voice from the other line, “she’s busy. fuck off, man.”

dally hears a beep, the other line has hung up. he stares at the wall, dropping the phone, not bothering to place it back on the stand.

he rubs his hands on his face to the roots of his hair, yelling in anger, “damn it!”

[omgthatdress]

I have a lot of feelings about Julie’s collection. After the election of Richard Nixon, the deaths of Janis Joplin, Jimmi Hendrix, and Jim Morrison, and then the Manson murders, the peace and love happy hippie 60s had given way to the dirty, strung-out scumbag 70s. Even though Julie is living in San Francisco, the hippie era had long since passed by 1974. As Hunter S. Thompson beautifully put it in Fear and Loathing in Los Vegas:

“There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. . . . You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. . . . And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . . So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark—that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.””

I love the hippie aesthetic. I get that AG would want to have a doll that reflects that. A lot of Julie’s story revolves around her fighting for environmentalism, which is one of the aspects of hippie culture that managed to stick around, largely because of backlash to the consumerism of the 50s. But in Julie’s collection there’s plenty of times when her looks lean too far into the 60s and miss the mark of the 70s. As much as I appreciate AG doing the hippie thing, an accurate collection for the 70s would drag us to polyester hell and never let go. The 70s are one of those special eras in fashion where everything is ugly as fuck. The fashion of the 60s was much more aesthetically pleasing, but the fashion of the 70s is ironically appealing. It’s so ugly you love it. It’s ridiculous. It’s camp.

Granted, the fridge that was 1974 fashion still had plenty of hippie leftovers in it, and her original meet look with its crochet cap, embroidered tunic, and fringe belt feel true to the era.

Hand crafts like knitting and crochet had a resurgence in popularity, so I’m glad that both collections have a knitted accessory.

Part of the history lesson Julie gives is that Title IX meant schools could no longer forbid girls from wearing pants, so that’s why Julie is in jeans.

Julie’s BeForever look is straight 60s hippie. The inspiration seems to be Janis Joplin, who had been dead for four years:

AG seems to be wanting to have it both ways with Julie, and I honestly wish they’d just commit to the 70s:

On another note, the 70s would have been a great chance to have another doll of color (American Indian Movement, much?), but they went with a White girl with blonde hair. Which honestly I kiiind of get. Like if I were going to select ONE decade of the 20th century to have a blonde doll, it would be the 70s. I cannot emphasize enough how ubiquitous long blonde hair was to 70s pop culture.

For an era that still claimed to be progressive, the 70s were whitebread as hell. Outwardly there was women’s lib, civil rights, and the sexual revolution, but inwardly, the 70s were an extremely conservative decade when Jerry Falwell and the Moral Majority were just starting to lay their slimy hooks into the American political system. It’s a decade of contradictions and extremes that I wish AG would fully commit to.

[mangosaurus]

imagine if they killed brooklyn just to make kenji and ben an item

i know ben and kenji are a fan favorite but with all due respect this woulddddd not be a great move on the part of the writers. i feel like it'd really cheapen any potential relationship between them, because ben would just look like kenji's second choice to brooklynn (since she'd have to die before kenji ever canonically considered ben in a romantic light). i think what bothers me more, though, is that killing off brooklynn to get ben and kenji together would just play into this weirdly pervasive idea in fandom that women are at best expendable accessories to the narrative, and at worst, direct obstacles to the male character's "true" love interest (another man in this case).

i'm not saying that a romantic relationship could never work between ben and kenji, but ... it just wouldn't land well under these specific circumstances. i'd need brookenji to have at least broken up before brooklynn died if they wanted to make ben and kenji a thing. and if i'm being frank, i'm more interested in how a brookenji breakup would affect kenji's feelings surrounding brooklynn's death (and maybe even impact their reunion, if brooklynn's death does end up being a fakeout) than what that would mean for kenji's future love life.

with all that being said, i very much doubt the writers would go down that route (killing off brooklynn for shipping's sake)! i have a lot of faith in them and their abilities to deliver a good story. ships aside, what camp cretaceous has always excelled at in my opinion is the found family dynamic, and the individual bonds that exist within that unit. i'm sure that'll only carry on into chaos theory, and i'm SO excited to see how the campers relationships will continue to change and grow

[scarletmaster143]

Okay here we go

The Barbie Movie 2023: a transcendental experience

I would like to preface this by admitting that I cried essentially throughout the entire movie. I was crying in the first twenty minutes when Barbie entered the Real World and found that it was the complete opposite of BarbieLand. Several other people have made this comparison but the scene where Barbie gets catcalled and harassed on the street, where she feels too conscious about everything (the tea scene with Ruth especially) is so vital because that is how every young girl I have met has felt when they begin puberty. Ken, of course exemplifies the masculine perception, the confidence and esteem that comes with realising that "Men rule the world". The way he is not a bad character but the draw of power is so strong even for someone as "accessory" as a Ken doll and so he goes along with the patriarchal system. Barbie feeling utterly lost after learning that she has not been in fact empowering women as she had thought, rather she was a "fascist". My take is that the criticism against Barbie is valid in that there is little diversity among the dolls and yes there are certain things that can be improved upon. However it is parallel-y true that Barbie can be ANYTHING. Especially in a world where success and happiness have come to be defined by such limited criteria Barbie rightly points out that most girls are ordinary, they are not scientists or presidents or nobel prize winners, however that does not mean they are unworthy of consideration, of respect and of care.

I am unsure what is the broad internet verdict on Barbie but I do believe that the movie encapsulates a very specific feminist experience where it's not that men are at fault for everything, Ken does ultimately admit, along with the directors of Mattel, that he does not want to be in power all the time. However, Gerwig refuses to dictate how men should behave, they will have to go to the Real World themselves and figure it out. Barbie however gets to learn that just saying "I don't want anything to change" does not stop things from changing. As someone who uses the exact same phrase several times, it hit me hard when, despite her best efforts, things kept changing. The loss of control and increasing uncertainty that adulthood brings is enough to make anyone into a Depression Barbie (complete with BBC Pride and Prejudice) but Gerwig also says that just because things are changing does not mean that we are simply helpless. We have people around us, mothers and grandmothers and daughters and Weird Barbies, who are there to support us. America Ferrara's rant about how women can never be perfect or likeable is a cinematic masterpiece- it reflects the constant discourse around what it means to be a modern woman and ultimately puts forward that women can be "anything", they don't need to be only perfect- if nothing they do is perfect then there is no need to desire perfection, they can remain as they are. Sasha was a surprisingly heartwarming character, I was fully expecting her to be annoying. All the Kens were hilarious, of course, the little Sex Education cast reunion was adorable. The style of the movie may not suit everyone's taste, it is loud, over the top and camp as fuck, everything is a reference, the fourth wall is essentially non-existent. But at its core the Barbie Movie is a lesson in growing up- it is a tale of someone who has to find herself and accept herself before becoming a human. Interestingly, Barbie reflects adolescence quite literally (I was half expecting Gerwig to put in a menstruating reference, but it makes sense that she didn't, considering the no-vagina thing) and the last scene where she asks to see her gynecologist is not only symbolic of her becoming a human but also of her becoming a woman. She is a doll in the beginning like pre-adolescent girls are often called but then she goes through terrible things where she is not fully doll, but not fully human, and lastly when she has become human, shedding her doll part. Adolescent girls are rarely allowed to be anything other than perfect "dolls" even when they are having the most terrible period of their lives and Barbie's constant desire to make things return to as they were shows how she also wants to remain a doll, but once she accepts that things need to change she starts shedding her doll nature and starts becoming human. This is still a sad process but now Barbie knows (thanks to Ruth) that no matter what she will be okay as a human.

In conclusion Barbie is not a movie that is of the feminist genre, at least not to me, rather it is a coming of age story for some of the most iconic characters in pop culture.

[noisycowboyglitter]

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Since I got a little bit of positive encouragement I’ll give you a little something something of my OC story.

Two Souls Entwined

By yours truly. Part 2 here !!! Part 3 here!

I AM OPEN TO CRITICISM!!!!!! It’s my first time writing and I want to improve!!!!

Summary:

Niva Veen was born into a Mandalorian family. Her father is a war hero during the civil wars and Niva was sent to shadow him when she was 8 (Mando custom). Six years later he’s killed and Kal Skirata takes Niva under his wing, then two years later he’s invited to train commandos on Kamino. Niva meets and trains Captain Rex of the 501st. But it’s no ordinary friendship… (hint hint wink wink they like eachother)

“Niva, k’olar!”

Niva turned, a long, strand of hair falls into her muddy green eyes. Again, her story was interrupted. How will she ever become an author if she can’t even get through the first sentence? Life was never constant for poor Niva, always on the move. One battlefield to the next.

“Coming, Buir!” Niva tucks her curls behind her ear and sprints back to the camp ground, through the sloshing mud. Southern Mandalore was always muddier, no matter how many wars kill off the flora and scorch the dirt.

She freezes once she’s standing a foot away from her Buir and stands at attention. The man smiles and ruffles her hair.

“I have a present for you, ad’ika. C’mon,” Buir holds out his hand for her to take, and she does. They walk down the dirt path into the encampment, greeting comrades as they pass.

The mission was almost over, along with the war. There were too many to count, so there was no official name.

Buir leads Niva down the path until they reach their cream colored tent, the flaps rustling with the breeze. Niva trots in, her father at her heels. She sits down on her small sleeping bag and grasps the fabric between her forefinger and thumb. The soft Mandalorian wool is a comfort, and always has been, since before she could talk.

Her father sits down on his own sleeping bag beside her, and takes out a small chain from his pocket. Hanging from the chain is a small silver tree. But not just any tree, the tree that only grows on Kashyyk, the enormous behemoths that cover the planet, the Wroshyr tree. Barely four centimeters long, the silver charm dangles beautifully from the matching chain.

“I know, I missed your first eight birthdays, and I’m trying to make up for them. It’s your sixth birthday we’ve celebrated, and I wanted to do something special. A vendor was selling these, barely a kilometer away. I thought…. Well, you’d love it.” Buir says, blushing slightly, as if he’s embarrassed.

“Oh, Buir… I love it! Vor entye, vor entye!” Niva says, lurching up and wrapping her boney arms around his neck. He embraces her and clips the necklace around Niva’s neck. She looks down, beaming with pride, admiring her new accessory.

Before either one can say anything, shouting comes from outside the tent. Not he usual friendly banter, but loud fearful shouts and orders. Niva’s people are Mandalorians, this clan specifically doesn’t get scared easily. Buir stands quickly, slipping on his black and gold buy’ce.

“Niva, listen to me, don’t move. Stay here until I come back, alright, ad’ika?” He cups her cheek and she nods quickly, slipping into her sleeping bag. Buir dashes out, checking the charge on his Verpine Blaster.

Seconds pass. Then minutes. The shouts don’t stop, and now roars of engines fill the air. Niva clamps her hands over her ears and curls into a ball beneath the sleeping bag. Why, why us? Why is it always me that makes things happen?

The sounds of blaster fire are next, then the smell of carbon. The smoky smell makes its way into Niva’s nostrils and makes her eyes water. Soon, it gets quiet. Too quiet. There’s over fifty Mandos, men and women, who’re apart of this legion. Only two voices are heard from outside the tent. One is unrecognizable, almost foreign because of the accent. The other voice is…

“Buir… no no no…” Niva scrambles to her feet and peaks out of the tent flap. He’s on his knees, begging for his life. His helmet knocked off and lying almost ten meters away from him. The Mando standing over him is wearing unfamiliar red and white beskar. “Buir…”

She touches the little silver tree hanging between her collar bones. Deep breath in….deep breath out…. She was just about to run outside when her father kicked the strange man’s leg, causing him to collapse to the ground. The two fight it out, punch after punch, headbutt after headbutt. Niva watches in terror. What do I do? I can’t let him die!

Taglist because I need at least two notes for my soul to be happy:

@fionajames @sevdidntdie @hellhound5925 @will-is-silly

Glossary & pronunciation

K’olar ~ come here [koh-LAR]

Buir ~ father/mother (there’s no gender in Mando’a) [boo-EER]

Vor entye ~ thank you/ I accept a debt [vor-ENT-yay]

Ad’ika ~ little one, son, daughter, of any age - also used informally to adults much like lads or guys [ah-DEE-kah]

Buy’ce ~ helmet [BOO-shay]

[andreablog2]

Something about the hyper sexuality of the 00s felt like it was self mocking and so overtop and artificial it made everything borderline asexual. But w the 20s the hypersexuality feels birthed out of sincere desperation and a need to be seen. From the bodybuilders to the only fans people who say it’s a side hustle but just love the exhibitionism of it all. The age of social media and the sex positivity movement really cultivated this really public form of sexual expression that’s also very sensationalized…The negative reaction to the idol feels like a result of a general burnout from sexuality as a fashion accessory and less so out of any….legitimate concern for women. The positive reaction to Barbie who’s existed in pop culture as this kind of mockery of sexuality for decades along w being an irreverently feminine camp character….seems like a true return to that kind of neutral attitude toward sexuality

[borom1r]

(In the ask box because tumblr on phone dislikes me and will not show the lil note thing to reply on actual posts for Some Reason) I fuckin loved the Gondor/Rohan cultural influence thoughts if you do dish up more of the Thoughts I am so here for it

WOOFWOOFWOOF you’re enabling me. you’re enabling me!!!!! anyways screenshots from our DC dms bc I’m a lazy gremlin who cannot be bothered to re-type:

So this is like. this gets into a lot of half-formed thoughts abt other aspects of potential Rohirric culture and the overlap with iron-age Norse culture there which ties into the Gondorian overlap with fucking. Christians. WHICH IS ITS OWN CAN OF WORMS. but jts a can of worms were about to open

sorry if this is poorly formatted and rambly I’m sick and I don’t have the time off from work so there’s THAT and this feeds directly into my autistic special interests AND I’m a heathen so it also ties into my own religion :3

but when I was adding to the costuming document I made an offhand note about the fact Éowyn’s fashion most likely aligns more with Gondorian noble fashion than actual Rohirric fashion — bc the signifiers of nobility in iron-age Norse fashion came less from the type of garment but from the layers, dyes, and accessories. Éowyn, however, is dressed in a way which explicitly stands apart from the few common Rohirric women we see. so like.

Gondor as a homogenizing force.

I’m not going to use “colonizing” because Gondor never explicitly COLONIZED Rohan, but it very much has always positioned itself as Rohan’s better, and this holds true to Aragorn’s fucking coronation.

extrapolating from Norse culture, it seems Rohan was sort of the platonic ideal of the Germanic/Anglo-Saxon/Norse “viking.” Very Wagner’s Ring Cycle type of depiction, which gets into this weird romanticization while also depicting the gods especially as petty and self-centered, and denigrating the women. Turning from that, this fictionalized “ideal,” to what we know of the actual culture at that time— we get into a lot of grey areas. Was Rohan a raiding culture? quite possibly, at their start; I think it’s a fair assumption to make, that Rohan had a history of raiding. Which seems to have stopped once they settled in the land gifted to them by Gondor.

now, is raiding… good? oh gods no. absolutely not. but while there was a lot of violence typical of raids, not every expedition ended in raids— or was spent *only* on raiding. Vikings would stop and make camps, would trade, even settle in areas long enough that we have archaeological evidence of Danish jewelry made out of Frankish materials. Much of “viking” culture is built off borrowing; we have mjolnir pendants as modern heathens because these people saw Christian crosses, went “oh, that’s cool, we should have something to signify our faith!” and started forging mjolnirs. They were often produced by the same smiths! Sold in the same areas!

So, so much of this culture was decentralized. There was no set religious doctrine, histories and myths were told orally— hence why Skalds were so important (and likely why Théoden was so willing to take Gríma back despite. Everything). My hearth cult is different from your hearth cult is different from the hearth cults the next village over. Stories change with the times, names are lost and added, our culture shifts with the land and her people. The iron-age Norse peoples had very positive relations with Arab traders, to the point that we have an extremely detailed description of the funeral of (what was very likely) a nobleman documented by Ibn Fadlan; they had silks and glassware because of these trade relationships.

so you’ve got a culture built on adapting and borrowing, on *growing,* which has now 1) settled in one area and does not seem to send forces beyond their borders anymore, despite having a specialized category of “riders” not unlike the specialized category of “vikings” and 2) has a positive but distant relationship with its more powerful and decidedly centralized neighbor (not unlike norsemen with the English/French). aaaaaaaaand then there’s Thengel.

now like I said in DMs the blame very much does NOT rest on Thengel. like yea he kickstarted the process but I think this was very much inevitable. Gondor has written histories, better resources, like not even getting into the blood bullshit they just have a much more stable culture. Even if Christianity hadn’t done. what Christianity does. 😑 Norse peoples were worshipping Jesus alongside Þórr. it was simply a matter of time.

and like I stated above, the idea of Rohirrim as lesser and inherently violent is so pervasive even Faramir who is held up as the paragon of grace and nobility in the books does not BEGIN to question it. you don’t leave an environment where everyone thinks you’re lesser than them BY NATURE thinking “wow that was great, nothing about that needed to change!!” — I don’t blame Thengel in the slightest for going “yeah okay nobody in my line is EVER going to look stupid in front of another Gondorian.”

but at the same time as Westron and Sindarin are brought into the noble households, there doesn’t seem to be any similar push to preserve Rohirric oral traditions. Hell, considering the state of things by the war of the ring and the need for Riders, there’s a non-zero chance Gríma may have been the last “Skald” in Meduseld— which quite honestly explains even Éomer’s hesitance to explicitly harm him.

not to mention ultimately royal culture will bleed out into common culture— and eventually royal/noble culture will be all that survives. we have more place names for Þórr and Týr because they were worshipped more widely by the common folk, but more surviving NARRATIVES of Óðinn because he was worshipped by nobility and their closest warriors. If the noble culture of Rohan has shifted to more closely imitate Gondor, then it’s only a matter of time before all that’s left of actual Rohirric culture is place names and folk beliefs

like, I’m saying this as a heathen who’s doing his best to reconstruct a faith based off of archaeological evidence of my ancestors and one (1) surviving text that could be considered religious. EVERYTHING ELSE that is widely available is CHRISTIAN RETELLINGS. whose accuracy is EXTREMELY DEBATABLE. I don’t even necessarily prescribe to what many people consider one of the KEY myths!!!! and while there was a lot of violence involved in the spread of Christianity, quite clearly it does not need to start or end that way. specifically while the Norse peoples, it started very benignly as an interest in the symbols and holy figures— and turned into “all heathens are stupid dirty bloodthirsty monsters, their faith is cruel and backwards and only we Christians have any moral standing”

(Gondorians becoming more and more like those violent middlemen………)

it’s this very pervasive perspective that even when not backed with outright violence on Gondor’s point, clearly leads to the idea that to receive any sort of respect as Men, the Rohirrim must divest of anything that denotes they ARE Rohirric and live instead by Gondor’s standards— the only way to receive salvation is to follow Christ, et cetera et cetera et cetera. I got proselytized to with a bunch of friends in a fucking Mexican restaurant this shit still happens. she compared Christ to gravity and my faith as ridiculous and idiotic (as idiotic as denying that gravity exists).

and that’s part of why I like. don’t find the Gondorian perspective very compelling? like Boromir specifically is interesting because he explicitly defends Rohan and seems to carry a lot of like. both this openness to other cultures for the most part and this sort of trauma around a very similar pressure to Be A Proper Gondorian Heir, depending on how you want to read him— like this intense need to prove himself and his people as worthy to Aragorn, particularly in the films, is veeeeeeeerryyyyyy interesting to consider. meanwhile Denethor is Denethor and book!Faramir has his whole “taming” thing which I cannot even remotely stand. film!Faramir was thankfully spared the weird bullshit prejudices

it does also kind of inherently get into the question of how much of that attitude is specific to Minas Tirith; Gondor’s fucking massive, what pockets of cultures are surviving in coastal towns and out in the more distant regions? because there will always be bleeding, like I said, but this sort of Christian-adjacent attitude that is absolutely held by Gondorian nobility could very well be just that… a NOBLE attitude. the folk of western Anórien probably had WAY more in common with the neighboring Rohirrim on the Eastfold than ANYONE in Minas Tirith.

anyways, was this coherent? barely. do I care? no. I have a head cold. sources? a lot of the same creators as I cited for that gender in Rohan post that I’ll track down and link if the gods decide to bless me with a functional search bar on this site for ONCE, and Children of Ash and Elm. I also mentioned Wagner. I can’t in good faith recommend reading Wagner.

noble Gondorians sit down and shut up about Rohan challenge

(Gríma ramblings under the cut)

[pagetreader]

@honorhearted // Plotted AU

The embers that wafted from the fire nearby were dim and lifeless, just like nearly everything that surrounded her there in the New Windsor encampment. With a needle in one hand and a torn uniform in the other, Peggy found herself terribly lost in the recess of her thoughts, recalling all the wretched events that had led her here.

Two Springs prior, she had been blissfully happy in the arms of the man she thought she could spend the rest of her life with only to be left behind, used as a chess piece in his elaborate game.

She'd watched that same man hang only months ago, though she could still envision it as if it were still happening before her eyes, his body writhing at the end of a noose, the sounds of sputtering and choked gasps from behind his face covering as he struggled for air he could not obtain until finally he'd been mercifully aided in the snap of his neck.

Then there was Arnold, the man she'd been tasked with turning for the sake of her love. She'd succeeded, but what had she gained from it? Arnold had been quickly killed, amounting her work to naught. It mattered not, for her love was now dead and she'd been left with the seed of a traitor in her womb. She'd considered alternate routes, teas made from herbs that were said to rid her of any evident shame, but she'd had a friend who had bled so copiously that it'd killed her.

Fear kept her from that weighty decision and ultimately she'd been forced to seek protection from the most unlikely of places: Major Benjamin Tallmadge. Her own words still rang in her head.

You're my only chance at salvation now, Major. I'm entirely at your mercy, but remember that you were an accessory in Andre's demise and the one that pulled the trigger that ended Arnold. Because of you, I am alone in this world.

Peggy was well aware that her words had not been entirely true. Her choices had led her here. She could hardly regret all she'd tried to do in the name of love, and yet it was hard to believe as she sat here in a run-down goods stall with women of less reputable means, smudged with soot and covered in dingy rags for garments.

Meanwhile, her belly had swelled with the evidence of her transgressions. Though vows were exchanged and she was now a Tallmadge by name and security, those in the Continental Army knew whose child she truly carried. The harsh whispers and veiled insults had not gone unnoticed. In their eyes, she was still a Tory and the ex-lover of a despised traitor who rotted at the bottom of the river. 

Her melancholy had prevented her from realizing that Ben had even approached her there, hearing the hushed gossip about her from the women behind her cease as they resumed their own duties. Pretending not to notice them, Peggy continued her mending work. 

“Surely you have plenty of work to occupy you, Major. I doubt General Washington would be pleased to see you partaking in idle chatter with the camp's ‘traitorous little tart', wife or otherwise.” 

‘Traitorous little tart’, a moniker the women there had oh-so cleverly coined.