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dresshistorynerd · 1 year ago

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whenever i see people rbing the op without the additions i die a little inside so i thought you should have a go at debunking it 🫠

So these are the tweets from the post. I had blissfully not come across it before. This is one of the weirdest takes I have ever seen. It's amazing to see these fashion history takes that are so boldly and confidently wrong and inaccurate.

It's honestly hilariously ignorant to think that a massive cultural and societal shift that took couple of centuries was all because of one guy. It's so reductive and even goes to the great man territory to pick one person to blame for something like this that really had much more broad and complex reasons than "a guy did it". It's stressed in this tread that Beau Brummell was not noble or gentry and "just some guy", so how would he single-handedly change the fashions and concept of masculinity of the whole western world? He was a London socialite, it's not like most of his contemporaries in continental Europe knew about him. Like maybe the French, but does anyone really believe people in Eastern-Europe or Nordic countries or the Mediterranean knew about? Not to mention places like US. Yet everyone dressed like that in his lifetime, so how could his influence reach so far so quickly? Not even kings and queens could so directly and massively shift the fashions. So in the face of it the whole claim is ridiculous, but it's also full of inaccuracies.

The shift from Rococo fashion to regency fashion was extremely stark and quick in both men and women's fashion, but it happened during 1780s and 1790s, before Beau Brummell became a well known figure in the London society (he was born in 1778 and became well-known in the society after his military career, during which he befriended the Prince of Wales, around the end of 1790s). Here's first an example from 1780s and then from 1793-94 and 1797.

The one from 1780s still has some Rococo elements like the wig, but it's already much more toned down and the coat is already turning from frock coat to a tail coat. It's an example of the more casual men's countryside dress from the period. The court dress was still quite elaborate, though also toned down from the 1770s. But there's a big shift when it comes to the examples from 1790s. They are unmistakably Regency fashion. All of these example are French too. I'm sure these people had no idea and gained no influence from an unknown middle class English officer. So what did actually happen? Well, I'm pretty sure the French Revolution in 1789 had a little bigger impact on the European society and fashion than Beau Brummell.

I'm not going to go too deep into this, since I'm working on an in depth post about the masculinity and fashion in the modern era and I go into detail about how the French Revolution had a massive part in shaping them. But the short version is that the French revolutionaries rejected the elaborate fashions of the Rococo French nobility (in both men and women's fashion) as those over the top fashions stood as symbols of the excess wealth of the nobility and the extreme wealth gap. This is also why the high fashion was getting toned down thorough the 1780s before the Revolution. The anger towards the ruling class was mounting at the time and it encouraged the nobility to try to act a little more palatable in their aesthetics to maybe appease the angry people without doing any actual change to address the wealth gap and the centralization of power.

The revolutionaries looked for ideal masculinity and femininity elsewhere then. To contrast themselves against the ruling class, they looked to the antiquity and it's simplicity as well as the peasantry and the country gentleman fashion. Romanticism was the driving force behind the artistic expression of the Revolution. It weaved nationalism to the class struggle that was at the core of the revolutionary movement. So the Revolution was not just the working class and peasantry against the ruling class, but the French People against the nobility. That's how the bourgeois was able to align themselves with the working class and peasants. This is when physical labour, militarism, dominance and leadership really became intrinsically attached to masculinity, as the ideal man of the revolutionaries was a working peasant, who with military might took the the power back to the people from the nobility. The democracy would not last long, but it's not a mistake that only men could vote under the new democracy after the Revolution was won. It's also not a mistake that even when the post-Revolution France eventually abolished slavery (but not without some push-back first and a couple of slave revolts to force their hands) they didn't give most people of color rights to vote. Since colonialism whiteness had become intrinsic part of masculinity and femininity to dehumanize everyone else, and the new form of masculinity and femininity born out of the Revolution did not contest that. In fact the Enlightenment philosophy that had laid the ground work for the Revolution and the Romantic movement and it's nationalism that were driving force in it, in no way contested colonialism or it's white supremacy. In fact Enlightenment aimed to rationalize those things. Which is why the power in the new democracy went to the (mostly) white men.

These elements were in the new men's fashion too. Nationalism, the idealization of militarism, romanticization of peasantry and antiquity were basis of the fashion. Because antiquity was seen as the origins of democracy and the so called Western Civilization, that made it, and especially Antique Rome with it's militaristic connotations, perfect inspiration for the Revolutionary France. The short hairstyle was inspired from the Roman fashion seen in statues. The fashionable tail coat was influenced by military uniforms and the short jackets of the working class. The long trousers also came from working class dress. Here's examples of the revolutionary fashion of commoners, first from 1792 and then around 1790.

To be very clear, the revolutionaries were not a single entity with single ideology. They were collection of movements, who were united in their shared desire to overthrow the ruling class and establish some sort of democracy. But inside the movement were much more radical factions than what eventually ended in power after the French nobility. Socialists, abolitionists, feminists, slaves and others also fought for the Revolution and there was a lot of internal struggle too. Romantic movement was also very varied and contained extremely nationalistic elements as well as outright socialist elements.

It's important to note that the 18th century Rococo fashion was never as extreme elsewhere in the world as it was in France, so the change from Rococo to Regency style wasn't as stark elsewhere. If you put the most elaborate French court fashions of mid 1700s and Beau Brummell's style next to each other the difference is certainly massive, but fashion for men as well as women was through 18th century much more restrained and somber in England. Here's an English example from 1755-65 and for comparison a French example from 1755.

In fact as the tensions were rising in France the upper class begun to adopt the more toned down English styles. After the Revolution the new Republican styles would spread to Britain too. In Britain though Romanticism had a more pronounced effect as it stayed firmly monarchist. Therefore the English fashion was especially influenced by the styles worn by country side gentlemen.

There's another claim in the thread that fully fails to understand the broad implications of fashion and societal gender and how these things change and evolve. It's the claim that Beau Brummell created the modern men's suit and he's the reason the suit has long trousers. We already went through how long trousers initially got into men's fashion and it was not him. But the writer is not wrong in saying that Beau Brummell's outfit in this picture is a direct ancestor of modern men's suit. It is.

But you know what else is a direct ancestor of men's suit? This.

The modern three piece suit has it roots as far as in late 17th century. Before suit men wore doublets, hose and jerkins, where the sleeveless piece, jerkin, was on top of doublet. Aside from hose, these were also items women used and the fashions for men and women resembled in style and construction each other much closer than after the suit took over (as seen in these examples from 1630s). However the distinction between men and women's fashion had started to grow much earlier. A big shift that happened during the 16th century was that men stopped wearing skirts. Men and women wore the same garments for centuries before that. The styles and silhouettes for men and women had some differences (the skirts were often shorter for men for example) but they were parallel to each other. I wrote a whole very long post about how skirts stopped being acceptable for men. In it I write about how the shift in men's fashion was part of the large shift from feudalism to colonialism and capitalism, that needed a new hierarchy to justify the new system after the previous divinely justified feudal hierarchy was no longer an option. The new hierarchy was white supremacist patriarchy and therefore needed a clearer distinction between white men and white woman, that would also help distinct white people from the racialized people.

But such fundamental changes in the societal structure and culture are long processes. The process was continuing in the latter half of the 17th century, when Orientalism first became very popular. Orientalism is the dehumanization and fetishization of Asia and North-Africa, and it was born as the European colonial project was properly getting going in Asia. Colonialism in Asia and North-Africa took a little different form. I suspect it was because it was not that long ago, when Europeans had felt inferior to many of the peoples and empires in Asia and North-Africa, which they had always had much closer relationships with than the rest of Africa and certainly the Americas. I think that's why Orientalism is such a mix of coveting Asian and North-African cultures and bodies in a very fetishistic ways, while also demeaning and diminishing them. Nevertheless, Orientalism had a huge impact on European fashion in late 17th century. Both the way men and women's clothing was made after that to this day was strongly impacted by Orientalism. The coat and waistcoat combination was an adaptation of Turkish fashion. The three piece suit became popular in 1670s and fully took over men's fashion in 1680s (an example from 1687). The cravat was also adopted around the same time to men's wear from a light cavalry mercenary army in the Habsburgian Empire known as the Croats or Cravats. They were mainly Croatian, which to Western European was almost "Oriental" due to their proximity to Asia and Turkey in particular, and therefore the popularization of cravats as a fashion item was also influenced by Orientalism. Orientalist fashion encompasses the paradoxical nature of Orientalism itself; the Europeans coveted "the Orient" so they bastardized their fashions to construct a gender binary that left out the people who originated those fashions.

The Regency three piece suit also has all the same elements as the suit 150 years earlier, the individual pieces had just evolved into different cuts and silhouettes. The construction and the basic elements have stayed pretty similar to this day.

My point is not to in any way deny Beau Brummell's influence on Regency fashion. He was the most influential fashion icon for men in his era after all. I hope this just made it very clear that these bigger changes are not about individual people but much larger shifts and movements in society and culture. His actual influence was popularizing some of the English countryside styles, that were already part of casual fashion, as more formal fashion in the London high society, making extremely elaborate cravats into the fashionable items of the day and becoming the image of the English dandy.

The picture of him above shows him the typical English countryside suit with dark blue tail coat, white cravat and light pantaloons with polished hessian boots. He helped to make the outfit and pantaloons in general fashionable. Breeches would stay as the formal leg wear for some a decade still, till young fashionable men would start to use black or gray pantaloons in formal events too. Pantaloons, which originated from military wear, were very fitted, basically similarly constructed as breaches but long. The trousers, which were looser than pantaloons, had their moment in France during the Revolution, but because of their Revolutionary and working class association, they didn't at first pick up in the high society, especially in Britain, until 1810s. They stayed as casual fashion through the Regency Era and only started gaining formal status in 1820s and 1830s. Beau Brummell is credited for inventing or at least popularizing trousers that have strap to go under the foot in order to keep them straight. Here's first a painting from of a gentleman in a very country style emphasized by the setting. Then a illustration from 1810 of a full formal dress with breeches and a fashion plate from 1817 of day wear with trousers.

The thread also misses what dandy really was. Dandy was the embodiment of the middle class social mobility of the modern era. He was the "self-made man", the fashionable middle class and the new celebrity of a post-feudal era. He dressed in refined fashionable countryside middle class clothing and was celebrated for his style and refinement, not for his birth. Ironically though, there was a distinct reactionary quality to the Regency dandy. After all dandy did not embody social equality, but mobility. He was the ideal man of the capitalist hierarchy. A bit of dilemma for the dandy was that being extremely fashionable was central to the dandy, but after the French revolution being too fashionable and too concerned about looks had been associated with the aristocracy and was now therefore unmanly. Which is why dandy quickly came to be seen as effeminate. There is a lot of satiric cartoons from the time period that make fun of dandies and their preoccupation with fashion and looks. Here's couple from around 1810s.

In conclusion it's pretty ridiculous to say modern men's fashion was all created by one guy. The real reason why men's formal suit (and to be clear more colorful and elaborate styles have come and gone from men's informal fashion during that time) has been what it is for more than hundred years is because much bigger changes, like capitalism, colonialism, Orientalism and white supremacist patriarchy.

#fashion history #dress history #history #regency fashion #historical fashion #men's historical fashion #18th century fashion #answers #anon

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srbachchan · 7 months ago

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DAY 5919

StWork, Mumbai May 2, 2024 Thu 12:49 PM

Birthday - EF - Elena Iankova Friday, 3 May .. and all our wishes for a happy birthday

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Yo !

here before time for a very big change .. haha ..

but at work and got a bit of time and BOOM !

got to say the travel from Juhu home to work Marine Drive in 30 mins .. amazing Coastal Road and the Tunnel emerging on Marine Drive , just before its flyover and simply amazing .. !

Super constructed roads, tunnel, neat clean construct .. no traffic jams .. and done ..

Ok just to change the topic .. here is something to know :

Know what is a "mondegreen?'

MONDEGREENS

If you’ve been listening to rock music, you know it’s often hard to make out the lyrics. They sing it their way and we hear it our way.

Jimi Hendrix famously sang the phrase “While I kiss the sky” which was heard by thousands as “While I kissed this guy.”

CCR’s popular song originally said, “There’s a bad moon on the rise.” Many heard it as “There’s a bathroom on the right.”

Deep Purple’s still-popular chorus (known for its timeless guitar riff) “Smoke on the water/Fire in the sky” was misheard as “Smoke on the water/Fire engine guy.”

Nirvana’s anthem “Smells like Teen Spirit” had the lines, “Here we are now/Entertain us.” They were misheard as, “Here we are now/In containers.”

When Elvis Presley sang, “Everybody in the whole cell block”, many heard it as” Everybody in a wholesale frock”

There’s actually a word for misheard lyrics like these.

Mondegreen.

Some mondegreens became so famous that even artistes like Hendrix and CCR sang the misheard versions in their live concerts in a spirit of fun and tease.

It’s not just in pop songs that mondegreens occur. The US national anthem begins with the lofty words, “Oh say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light.’ Some heard them as “José, can you see…”

Occasionally, mondegreens had an interesting side-effect. Joe Cocker sang of a ‘lovely planet’ which was misheard as ‘lonely planet.’ The latter became the name of a well-known travel guide series of books.

No one knows why we hear the wrong thing although there are theories. It’s akin to the game of Chinese Whispers where the original line gets progressively distorted into some hilarious garbage by the time it reaches the last guy.

Mondegreens are not restricted to English alone. South Indians, with limited knowledge of Hindi, were taught patriotic songs in Hindi by zealous teachers. A popular one had the repeating phrase, “Bara tamata.” School students sang it with great gusto. Years later, some of them realized the actual words were “Bharat Mata.”

A popular line from Qurbani song, “Aap jaisa koi meri/zindagee mein aaye/ toh baat bun jaaye” was understood as “Aap jaisa koi…toh baap bun jaaye.” The defective version made sense to many who saw Zeenat Aman gyrating on those lyrics while gaping at Feroz Khan.

Many who weren’t familiar with the hill station between Bombay and Pune heard the Gulaami song as “Haathi ka andaa la” until they realized it was “Aati kya Khandala”.

I have a friend, her name is Geeta. Her family called her Gitu. Throughout her childhood and youth, she thought Rajesh Khanna was singing for her, when he said, ”Mere sapnon ki raani kab aaye Gitu”.

'Mondegreen' sounds French but isn't. In 1954, a writer at Harper’s Magazine remembered how as a little girl she misheard an old English ballad. The actual words, saluting a dead war hero, were:

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘭 𝘰' 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯.

She heard them as:

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘭 𝘰' 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯.

And thus was born the word ‘mondegreen’ to signify all misheard lyrics from that moment on.

Turns out, mondegreen itself started life as a mondegreen.

sent to me by a friend .. 🤣🤣

More perhaps later .. or perhaps not ..

Amitabh Bachchan

and some more .. a very pertinent article in TOI ..

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girlactionfigure · 17 days ago

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A NEW FRIEND

A little Israel story

LEE KERN

OCT 29

We are our own civilisation. We don’t need to entertain or be entertained by anyone else. Because there are a million stories taking place inside the Jewish universe. Today I had a sweet encounter. I met a friend in Neve Tzedek. Then when I left them I was walking through the streets and passed a cute old synagogue. A chassid came out. Black hat. Black frock. The works. He asked me something but I replied in Hebrew that I spoke Hebrew like a child. He then asked in Hebrew if I spoke any Yiddish. I said the one Yiddish phrase I know about having tsuris. Then we just walked not speaking the same language but enjoying each others company. Using broken Hebrew we managed to communicate. I pointed to an old building and he explained it used to be a synagogue and he showed me where the men would sit and where the women would sit. We saw a dog. I told him I had to work later. He said something which I managed to interpret as Adam being banished from the garden and man having to earn bread by the sweat of his brow. I told him that the snake in the garden of Eden was a nudnik and that all snakes are nudniks. He laughed. I asked him what his favourite festival is. He said his favourite chag is Purim. I told him mine was Yom Kippur. Then he typed into Google translate on my phone the words: “If you believe you came out clean, then don’t mess up.” It turned out he was a satmar chassid. I teased him for being anti-zionist and he typed “76 years and there hasn’t been a single quiet day here yet.” I told him that even Eden had its crazy days. He lives in Jerusalem. He was here for a reason I didn’t quite understand. I asked what he was doing for the rest of the day. He said he was doing nothing. So we just strolled a bit. We walked down Park HaMesila whilst hipsters and hot women strolled past. But we weren’t noticing that. By now we were talking about watermelons and schnitzel. Then we swapped phone numbers and said we should stay in touch. He had this tiny little phone from a bygone era. I felt that I should go and do some work but I also felt that he was just wandering around and that he kind of wanted company. So we walked a bit more. He said that he needed to keep moving as he was in pain. I asked what pain? He tried to explain but couldn’t so he typed into Google translate and showed me the phone. “Hemorroid pain” it said. It was hilarious and I started laughing. He was so innocent and sweet, casually telling me he had hemorrhoids as if it was no big thing to tell someone. And the reality is it wasn’t. Finally I walked him back to a synagogue he wanted to go to. I told him I was a writer. He told me he was a printer. He printed posters that the chassidim put up in their neighbourhood. Announcing weddings and deaths and other such things. I said I hope he will get more work for weddings. We shook hands and parted company.

#Israel #Lee Kern

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freddiemercurylegendabovelegends · 9 months ago

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March 1970, High Street, Leatherhead, Surrey, UK - Freddie Bulsara auditioned for Sour Milk Sea band, after seeing a ‘vocalist wanted’ in the ‘Melody Maker, Freddie accompanied by 'roadies' Roger Taylor and John Harris

Rob Tyrell recalls seeing him for the first time: “Freddie auditioned with us in a youth club in crypt of a church in Dorking. We were all blown away. He was very confident. I don’t think it was any great surprise to him when we offered him the job.” Jeremy Gallop agrees: “He had an immense amount of charisma, which is why we chose him. Although, we were actually spoilt for choice that day. Normally at auditions, you’d get four or five guys who were rubbish, but we had two other strong contenders. One was a black guy, who had the voice of God, but he didn’t have the looks of Fred, and the other person was Bridget St. John.

Chris Chesney: “I remember Freddie being really energetic and moving around a lot at the audition, coming up and flashing the mike at me during guitar solos. He was impressive. There was an immediate vibe. He had a great vocal range. He sang falsetto; nobody else had the bottle to do that. He said ‘Do your own songs and I’ll make up my own words’ It was very clever and very good.”

“When Freddie joined,” Chris continues, “We were on a roll. We were in the habit of playing two or three gigs a week and we continued to do so. I think we played down at the Temple in Lower Wardour Street with Freddie, the Oxford gig, and a few others.”

The Oxford gig was in the ballroom at the Randolph Hotel, one of the grandest in the city, “It was like a society-type bash, debs in frocks and all that,” recalls Chris. “I remember our sound wasn’t great.” Jeremy Gallop adds: “Freddie definitely managed to get what people were there in the palm of his hand, just by sheer aggression and his good looks. He was very posy, very camp, and quite vain. I remember him coming to my house and looking in the mirror, poking his long hair. He said ‘I look good today. Don’t you think Rubber?’ I thought, ‘Fuck Off!’ I was only eighteen at the time, and didn’t think it was funny, Now It’s hilarious.”

The only other gig featuring Freddie which the other members of Sour Milk Sea are certain about was a benefit for the homeless charity ‘Shelter’, staged at the Highfield Parish hall in Headington, Oxford, on 20th March 1970 – just weeks before Freddie teamed up with Brian May and Roger Taylor in a new group. “That was probably the last gig we played with him,” remarks Chris Chesney.

Surprisingly enough for such a low-key gig, just like Ibex’s Bolton show, Sour Milk Sea’s appearance at Headington, also made the local paper. This time it was the ‘Oxford Mail’ and incredibly, the paper also included a photograph of the group complete with Freddie – the only known shot to exist of him with Sour Milk Sea. Typically Freddie is the only one looking at the camera.

The article included an interview with the band on account of Chris Chesney’s parents being minor celebrities. It also remarked that vocalist Freddie Bulsara had only arrived ‘a couple of weeks ago’, and quoted form his song ‘Lover’. More importantly, as Chris told the paper at the time: “I don’t feel we are like any other group. Our approach is based on our relationships with one another.”

These relationships held much promise, but were fraught with danger, as Chris soon discovered. “I was staying with ‘Rubber’ at the time.” He recounts. “Then Freddie asked me to stay with him in Barnes. So I did, and we started songwriting together, getting into each other’s heads. His chords were kind of weird. They broke all the rules. F-Sharp minor to F back to A. That was totally new for me. I thought it was all very current and that we could blend our two approaches together.”

Chris continues: “We did two or three of Freddie’s songs. He had some material from the Ibex days, including ‘Lover’, ‘Blag’ and ‘FEWA’ He was good at lyrics and we wrote a couple of numbers, some big, operatic pieces. Operatic in the sense that they broke down into solo guitar parts, then built up again vocally. I can’t for the life of me remember what they were called. He also introduced weird covers like ‘Jailhouse Rock’. We’d never considered playing Elvis, or Little Richard’s ‘Lucille’. Then he had his little rock ‘n’ roll medley, which pushed the band into a showbiz direction, which I liked. He also had a lot of stagecraft going. I had a good relationship with Freddie and he liked the way I moved on stage. We were like Bowie and Ronson, where we related physically to each other on stage”.

No one in Ibex, Wreckage or Sour Milk Sea had suspected that Freddie was gay. Indeed Mike Bersin has pointed out; “Freddie had a girlfriend, Mary Austin at the time”. “Ambiguous sexuality was par for the course then.” Recalls Chris Chesney. “You didn’t question it. Anybody who did was totally unhip.” Chris and Freddie’s friendship was platonic, but close: “He wanted to style me, give me some clothes to wear, and the relationship between us got quite strong. ‘Rubber’ soon realised there was nothing in it for him.”

(➡️ source: http://www.queenpedia.com/index.php?title=Sour_Milk_Sea)

#sour milk sea #freddie mercury #queen band #london #zanzibar #legend #queen #brian may #john deacon #freddiebulsara #roger taylor #1970

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awesomelittleprincessjess · 1 year ago

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Helen's Uni Diary: Year Two

September - Back to Basics

Spill the beans, diary! Nikki and I plotted a full-fledged age regression for Jasmine. Imagined her as a teen, then slowly… even younger. September was teen vibes. Shopping spree for cute school-like outfits - think tartan skirts, knee-high socks, and adorable blouses.

October - Autumn Antics

October's treat? The age play went deeper. Got Jasmine hooked to cartoons and sleepovers. Nikki even did these hilariously juvenile braids! Picture this: Jasmine, in pigtails, clutching a teddy, having a Saturday cartoon binge.

November - Frosty Frolics

Snowy days are for young fun, right? Slid down the age slope further with Jasmine building her first snowman. In a kiddish red coat, mittens, and a beanie, she looked straight out of a children’s winter book.

December - Christmas Craziness

December had to be special. Painted Jasmine as a giddy child awaiting Santa. Her in fuzzy pajamas, leaving milk and cookies, and sleeping under the Christmas tree? Priceless!

January - Playtime Ploys

New year, new plot! Nikki and I pushed Jasmine into more childlike fun. Jump ropes, hopscotch, and dolls. Watching her jump in a poofy jumper with ankle socks and Velcro shoes? A trip down memory lane!

February - Valentine’s Ventures

Went all cupid-crazy for Jasmine! Arranged a kiddie Valentine's party. Picture a room full of hearts, giggles, and kiddish games. Jasmine, in a pink ruffled dress, was the centre of all mushy mischief.

March - Dressy Delights

Alright, diary, March was BIG! Sent Jasmine off to primary school. The hard bit? Convincing the school she was ‘special’. A bit of sneaky hypnosis, and voila! Took her shopping for her uniform - a pastel blue gingham dress, white ankle socks, and black Mary Janes. Getting her in the school spirit? Hypnosis played its part, making her believe she was the school's newbie.

April - Easter Escapades

Easter was classic kiddo fun. The garden was all eggs and giggles. Jasmine, in a bunny-themed dress, hunting with more enthusiasm than any kid on the block? Snap-worthy moments all the way!

May - Sun, Sand, and Surprises

Sun’s out? Beach day! Jasmine, playing with her pink mermaid bucket and spade, wearing a childish one-piece with ruffled edges? Oh, and let’s not forget that messy ice-cream face. She was the beach's darling cherub.

June - Festival Frolics

June’s jive? Making Jasmine the youngest at the summer fest. Dressed in a daisy frock with a matching sun hat, she danced around, spreading childlike cheer everywhere.

July - Movie Mayhem

July's jam? Kids’ movie marathons! Got Jasmine in a kiddie cinema, watching animated classics. Popcorn fights, laughter, and her in a polka-dotted dress? Cinema's tiniest diva.

August - Sweet Endings

August's endnote? Reflecting on the whirlwind year, turning Jasmine from teen to toddler. But hey, diary, the journey isn’t over. Nikki and I have wilder plans, trust. Stick around!

#ai #tg #forced feminized #mental regression #story

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thenightling · 1 year ago

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This looks surprisingly cute. It's a prequel to the Gene Wilder version of Willy Wonka (not the Depp film) coming this Christmas. The kid they got to play young Willy Wonka looks perfect. It's a musical.

And Hugh Grant as an Oompa Loompa is hilarious.

Also I LOVE that Wonka's Jacket. I love all Wonka Jackets. I adore velvet frock coats. I used to have a nice purple one…

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#Wonka #Willy Wonka #Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory #Charlie and the Chocolate Factory #Youtube

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haldenlith · 8 months ago

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Sharing this here mainly for @a-driftamongopenstars but also for whoever else would find this an interesting read.

What started as a fanfic idea mutated into a TTRPG campaign idea, which is hilarious because I don't really have much by way of a group to DM right now. (Not that I'm super comfortable with, anyway, because I am... very rusty.)

But it goes like this:

It's 1908 and the Industrial Revolution has come for Faerun. While the worship of some gods has become a bit tumultuous, worship of Gond, Waukeen, and Tymora is at an all-time high. Turns out the gods of invention, wealth, and luck benefit greatly from an era driven by capitalism and invention. The city this is the most visible in is good old Baldur's Gate, where the more things change, the more things stay the same.

But that... isn't really important to the party at hand. No, they find themselves stripped of their gear and not a shilling to their name, sitting in a cell. Despite various changes and reforms, the justice system is still harsh in The Gate. As such, the magic-proofed cells fill quickly.

Magic-proof because The Flaming Fist got tired of being the butt of jokes in The Baldur's Mouth. One too many "Is that an escaped prisoner using Gaseous Form or were you just passing wind?" jokes.

(Note: I'd have the players hash out what they're in for ahead of time in like a Session Zero thing. And you best believe I'd be using that information later...)

Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, for our adventurers, a trio stops in front of their cell. One, they'd recognize as the jailer, but the other two are odd. Far too well-dressed for these parts. One man, human, older, perhaps in his late 40s-early 50s, with a well manicured moustache and goatee, close-cropped salt-and-pepper hair, and a finely-tailored grey and blue three-piece affair. His companion? Roughly the same height as him, but an elf with blue and gold mottled eyes that sparkle a little too deviously. His manner of dress is an eccentric mix of Elven and human fashion sensibilities, and far flashier than his cohort. While he wears an undershirt in the more Elven style of the high collar affair you'd expect of by-gone days and tales of Sindarin nobility, over it is a rich blue frock coat with finely hand-stitched floral embroidery on the lapels in impressively bright-colored thread.

(Note: I would let players attempt a History roll to see if they know of the two gentlemen, if they wanted. It'd be easier for Baldurian players. A 12 would net them a general understanding that the elf is Astarion Ancunin, a perfume mogul in the city, but not much else other than that. 15+ Get varying increased insight into who they are, including who his compatriot is (Charles, basically his secretary and bodyguard rolled into one). A Nat 20 would get the very interesting insight that rumor has it that this isn't unusual -- Astarion pops into the jail quite a bit... to buy people.)

The Elven dandy grins and states gleefully that the party looks perfect and that he'd "liberate them" for approximately a thousand gold a head. "I do love the air of desperation on these fellows."

After a bit of haggling and discussion, the jailer and the human would walk away to get payment squared away, leaving the party with the white-haired elf, now leering at them through the bars.

"Don't worry, darlings. Once you get a few little jobs done for me, you'll be free as birds!"

And yet, something tells our fine adventurers that it most certainly isn't going to be that easy.

#haldie rambles #Charles and Astarion are just friends #and bitchy old men that argue a lot

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love-laugh-daydreamarevolt · 2 years ago

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class 1 a just has a combined closet

the blue jacket? no one knows who it belongs to.

those orange socks? sero got it as a gag gift from his sister but it's hagakure's now

Those lepord print jeggings? probably mina's but bakugo wears them to his zumba classes and shoto wears them to meet his father.

Momo doesn't own a single dress that is just hers. uraraka and the guys who were never allowed to wear dresses growing up own them.shoto found this one elsa asthetic dress and no one has the heart to borrow it from him

Everyone is constantly wearing bakugo's tank tops because they're comfy and smell of caramel. He has stopped asking for them back

everyone steals sato's jumpers to sleep in cause they're warm and big and smell of strawberry swirl

Izukus gag shirts are a favorite. it's always hilarious to see kouda or tokoyami or shoto wearing the ones with puns on them

Jirous band crop tops are appreciated but no one ever understands the niche band references

Kirishima making everyone's hoodies look like crop tops and accidentally stretching out their shirts and they're like,, this works and give him old clothes they want to fit into again

Kaminari just has the weirdest assortment of clothes. everyone either hates them or loves them.

ojirou has the cutest collection of animal onesies. at this point he has one for each person in class 1 a

hagakure's crop tops and neon short skirts are the boys go to on game night. who said you couldn't slay whilst kicking ass.

Tokoyami ends up in the cutest, prettiest outfits and it's hilarious to see their rivals' faces when he steps into the field. similarly Class 1 b almost fell on their asses laughing when they saw cinnamon bun izuku midoriya in a shirt that says " I am the Night".

Everyone makes fun of Iidas dad shirts, but the button ups are great paired with kamis weird graphic t shirts

Tsuyu has a large amount of frocks and overalls that are perfect for the summer. Shoto just walks around in them in the winter because the cold never bothered him anyway.

Shoji has a lot of sleeveless turtle necks that bakugo,jirou and sero always steal. bakugo and jirou literally drown in them but they don't care.

Shinsou has a every type of cat shirt known to man kind. Shoto ones claimed he could live in shinsou's closet. Tsuyu agrees

Ayoyama has the prettiest clothes ever. got a date or an important event? borrow something from him .

#class 1 a #poly class 1 a #platonic class one #just them sharing clothes means so much to me #if my friends and gf lived closer i would constantly be stealing clothing #okay but like tokoyami in izuku or bakugo's allmight onesie

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Beyond the Bell's Chimes | Part 56

The Summer Solstice Gala, a dazzling creation by the student council, unfolded as the grand spectacle for Segye High School's students and teachers, marking the peak of their cultural festival celebrations. Eunseok, fueled by a promise to his predecessor, had transformed Shotaro's blueprints into a breathtaking reality. The school's gymnasium was now a radiant setting, alive with the anticipation of an unforgettable night.

As the students and teachers flocked to the venue, draped in their finest attire, the air was charged with excitement. Among the crowd were three friends—Miyoung, Suyoung, and Jiwoo. They had gathered at Miyoung's place to glam up for the event, unaware that the boys would be fashionably late. Dressed to the nines, they chatted and snapped photos, each radiating her unique charm.

Miyoung, with her hydrangea tender floral maxi tied dress, Suyoung, the pink fanatic in a doll-like mini dress and stiletto heels, and Jiwoo, proudly donning a white lacy frock dress, had made an unforgettable entrance. Suyoung had skillfully applied makeup on Jiwoo, who couldn't help but express concern that she might have gone overboard.

Unexpectedly, Hanbin, one of their friends, approached with a surprise. "I thought I was going to meet new girls here," he teased, only to realize he was in the midst of familiar faces.

Panicking, Jiwoo turned to Suyoung, worried about her makeup. Hanbin chuckled, "I mean, miladies, you look all wonderful tonight."

Suyoung playfully warned him about Minseul's disapproving glares, but Hanbin, undeterred, continued his compliments. Minseul, overhearing, intervened and dragged Hanbin away, sparking a brief moment of worry among the girls.

As Suyoung reassured Jiwoo, the girls noticed the absence of the boys. Suyoung mused, "Hmm, the boys are taking too long. Did they wear something fancier?"

Jiwoo, weary from standing in heels, quietly made her way to the buffet table. Her worries about bloating, voiced by Suyoung and Miyoung earlier, had kept her from snacking. She picked out some blueberry cheesecake bites, savoring the sweetness as the excitement around her heightened.

Suddenly, screams erupted from the crowd, prompting Jiwoo to nearly choke on her food. Curiosity piqued, she observed the spectacle from a distance. The commotion unveiled the arrival of Segye High School's princes��the boys who led the Mars Club. Eunseok, at the forefront, led the group of dashing young men, each adorned in glamorous tuxedos.

Overhearing the surrounding conversations, Jiwoo couldn't help but smile. "Oh my god! This is a sight to see. I did not know Eunseok is friends with the Mars Club!" one girl exclaimed excitedly. "God, their girlfriends are so lucky!"

Jiwoo, still by the buffet table, marveled at the scene unfolding before her, a mix of surprise, admiration, and a touch of wonder for the magical night that awaited.

Jiwoo, finding herself the unwitting subject of gossip, couldn't help but be amused. Attempting to hide her face behind her plate full of cake, she tilted her head down and slipped away from the chattering crowd.

"Song Eunseok is always handsome!" sighed one girl.

"Oh my god! Park Wonbin is crazy handsome!" screamed another.

Jiwoo tried to distance herself, but her ears perked up as a group of girls started gossiping about a rumored love triangle at Segye High. Eavesdropping discreetly, she couldn't resist getting involved in the conversation.

"Hey! Did you hear the rumor? There's this girl in Segye High that they really like…" one girl began, prompting Jiwoo's curiosity.

"Yeah, the boys were crazily in love with her and were fighting for their lives!"

Jiwoo couldn't suppress a snort, finding the rumors rather hilarious. The girls, including Jiwoo, gasped as the gossip continued, detailing a supposed love saga involving Park Wonbin, Hong Seunghan, Song Eunseok, and Anton Lee.

Amused, Jiwoo tried to stifle her laughter, causing the girls to glance at her suspiciously. She decided to set the record straight with a burst of laughter, revealing her true identity.

"I heard she's an heiress. No wonder these boys were crazy—"

Jiwoo burst into laughter, surprising the girls. "Excuse me?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry. That was just hilarious to hear," Jiwoo said, recovering from her laughter. "As a matter of fact, I only dated Park Wonbin before I dated Song Eunseok… and Seunghan is my best friend, and then Anton… Anton's like my little brother."

The girls were left bewildered, and one recognized Jiwoo, gasping and informing her friend. They both gasped in shock, realizing they had been gossiping about Jiwoo herself.

"You?"

"Please, the rumors are funny. Don't let the boys hear these or else—"

Jiwoo stopped short as she noticed Seunghan and Wonbin walking behind the girls. She turned and saw Eunseok smiling sweetly at her, holding her waist.

The girls squealed at the sight of the King of Segye High School standing before them. "I was looking everywhere for you," he said.

"You're late," Jiwoo teased, trying to hide her surprise at Eunseok's stunning look for the night. She failed to recognize Eunseok's well-established background, evident in his gentlemanly manners.

"Did you come with the boys?" she asked.

Eunseok nodded, expressing his excitement. "You look beautiful," he said, making Jiwoo blush and playfully hitting his chest. "I saw you munching on some cakes. Are you hungry?"

Jiwoo nodded, still holding the plate. "We should find some tables," he suggested, taking the plate from her. Instead of leaving it, he added more snacks, eager for her to eat.

"Heol, they are really dating," the watching girls sighed in envy. "She's indeed very pretty."

"You girls are right, our Jiwoo is very pretty," Seunghan chimed in, making the girls blush. "She's our first love," he confessed. "Is that right, Wonbin?"

Wonbin, usually reserved, did not respond immediately, sipping his apple juice and keeping his eyes on Jiwoo and Eunseok. Eventually, he smiled and turned to Seunghan. "You're right, but I will forever be her first love," he proudly declared, leaving the girls swooning at the charming revelation.

Eunseok and Jiwoo stood together, drawing the attention of onlookers as whispers and conversations buzzed around them. The gymnasium pulsed with music, creating an energetic atmosphere where people reveled in the festivities—dancing, chatting, and immersing themselves in the vibrant ambiance. Eunseok's gaze wandered, particularly fixing on the stage where the classical band was supposed to be assembled.

Jiwoo, noticing his concern, took his hand. "Something wrong?" she inquired, prompting Eunseok to turn to her with a smile. "You look worried."

"Am I? It's just that the classical band should have been set already," Eunseok explained. "I am sure Sungchan's there to fix it."

Jiwoo, ever supportive, offered to wait. "Do you need to check? I can wait. I won't go anywhere," she reassured him with a chuckle.

Eunseok, however, was resolute. He squeezed her hand and shook his head. "No, I promised that I'll stay with you tonight."

"I don't see any reason why you can't leave me for a bit," Jiwoo suggested playfully. "Besides, I'll just be sitting there. My feet hurt." She pouted, and Eunseok, concerned for her comfort, checked her feet. Sighing, he decided to walk her to the bleachers, offering his jacket to cover her legs as she sat.

"Don't go anywhere," Eunseok instructed before heading backstage to address the issue. Jiwoo watched him leave, feeling a sudden emptiness despite the lively crowd surrounding her. Smoothing Eunseok's jacket on her lap, she couldn't shake the unexpected realization of missing him by her side.

As Jiwoo contemplated his absence, someone familiar from her past took a seat beside her. She looked up and met the gaze of a person whose presence evoked memories and stirred a mix of emotions.

"What's going on? The show should have started earlier," Eunseok questioned as he entered the backstage. Sungchan, in charge of the performance, explained that one of the violinists couldn't make it due to illness, leaving the rest of the members ready and waiting.

"I told Sungchan hyung that we can go on without that member," Anton chimed in, standing behind Miyoung. "It may sound incomplete, but it's going to be fine," he assured.

Eunseok nodded in agreement, turning to Sungchan and giving him a determined look. The urgency of the situation reflected in his eyes, especially knowing that his parents were in the audience, eagerly anticipating a stellar performance.

"You don't have to worry," Miyoung reassured him.

"It's okay," Eunseok replied. "Follow the program; I have to go back to Jiwoo." He made a move to leave when Wonbin grabbed his arm.

"Here," Wonbin said, handing Eunseok a box wrapped in an old newspaper adorned with a black ribbon. "It's for Jiwoo," he explained. Confusion crossed Eunseok's face, wondering why Wonbin was entrusting him with the gift instead of giving it directly to Jiwoo. Wonbin continued, "I wanted to dance with her tonight before I say goodbye again, but I think it won't be good for me. I'll be playing songs, just like what we prepared for this event, but I will be leaving as soon as I finish." Despite maintaining a smile, Wonbin couldn't hide the hurt in his words.

"Why don't you give it to her and tell her all of this?" Eunseok suggested, not seeing any issue with Wonbin and Jiwoo having a conversation.

Wonbin shook his head. "I already told her everything I wanted to say. In case you haven't heard, I still have feelings for her. It just so happens that I have bigger dreams out there," he sighed. "Whatever, please give that to her. Everything she needs to hear again will be there." Wonbin explained, his emotions surfacing. "Please, I know that you will love Jiwoo no matter what, so I am happy for the two of you, hyung."

Eunseok felt a weight lifted off his chest at Wonbin's words. Despite not always expressing it, he had felt a tinge of insecurity whenever Wonbin was around Jiwoo.

"Thank you for being there with her when she needed someone the most," Wonbin acknowledged. "Damn, I hate being expressive, but that's it," he sighed, visibly annoyed with his own emotions.

"Thank you," Eunseok smiled. "I'll take care of her. I will love her, protect her, and make her happy. That's all that matters." With Wonbin's message delivered, Eunseok headed back to Jiwoo, the box in hand, carrying both Wonbin's sentiments and his unwavering commitment to the woman he loved.

Jiwoo found herself outside the gymnasium, standing near the parking lot with a person who had taken a seat next to her in the bleachers. The air felt chilly, and the atmosphere seemed tense as people passing by couldn't help but glance at the duo. Jiwoo was quietly holding her hands, a mix of cold and anxious, but she concealed it well.

"I'm sure you did not expect me to show up here," Yeonjun stated. He wore an oversized black shirt, black cargo pants, and sneakers. His face was partly covered by a bucket hat, and long hair framed his features. Several piercings adorned his face. "Not even how I look now…"

"You are still Yeonjun," Jiwoo replied, sensing his unease.

Yeonjun sighed, smiling softly as he observed Jiwoo. "You are still as pretty as the last time I saw you, Jiwoo. I can tell that you made better friends this time…" He chuckled.

"I did," Jiwoo nodded.

"Hmm, I heard what happened to Taehee and the others," Yeonjun admitted. "When I received the letter about your case, everything came back to me. How much I was a jerk to you… for not being a good friend. I began to feel a lot of regret for not helping you that time… and Miri, who would have thought Miri would do that too?" He tried to downplay his role, attempting to convince himself he did less harm than Miri, but deep down, he acknowledged he was equally at fault. "I realized that I was worse than Taehee… for turning a blind eye on your pain, Jiwoo."

Jiwoo remained composed, listening silently to Yeonjun's remorseful words. Disappointment lingered from their past, but she gave him a chance to speak.

"When I received the letter, I immediately involved myself and told your lawyer about everything. I thought that even if I didn't show up, I still did something to help you… after all this time…" Yeonjun continued. "I thought that would be enough. I tried to visit you at the hospital, but then I saw people who cared so much about you. That's when I thought that I need not be there…" His voice cracked, and tears welled up as he struggled to contain his emotions. "I'm sorry, Jiwoo. I wasn't a good friend."

Meanwhile, Eunseok, growing worried after learning Jiwoo was seen leaving with a mysterious guy, rushed outside the gymnasium. Spotting Jiwoo standing next to a man, he observed them cautiously. Jiwoo maintained a wary distance but looked at the man as he spoke. Alarmed when the man reached for Jiwoo's arm, Eunseok intervened, ensuring Jiwoo's safety.

"Is he trying to hurt you?" Eunseok asked, holding Jiwoo's hand protectively. Jiwoo, surprised by his sudden appearance, pulled Eunseok behind her and explained the situation.

"No, he is not," Jiwoo assured him. "Eunseok, this is Bae Yeonjun…" She introduced him, and Yeonjun, understanding the dynamics, removed his hat, revealing his face. He dipped his head in acknowledgment as Jiwoo continued, "He's a friend from middle school, and Yeonjun, this is Eunseok, my boyfriend."

"Yeonjun?" Eunseok repeated, his gaze fixed on the figure in front of them.

"Yes, he just came here to talk. Nothing else," Jiwoo explained.

"I apologize for the misunderstanding," Yeonjun continued bowing. "I want to apologize properly to Jiwoo as it felt right for us to have closure before we separate ways again."

Eunseok maintained a cold stare at Yeonjun, his protective instincts kicking in. Jiwoo, sensing the tension, held Eunseok's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He turned to her, met with her sweet smile, and sighed in defeat. "I told you to wait where you were…"

"I couldn't hear him talk with all the music inside," Jiwoo replied. She then looked at Yeonjun, suggesting to Eunseok that he wait for her at the entrance where he could still see her.

"Thank you, Yeonjun. I appreciate it a lot that you came here all the way to apologize," Jiwoo expressed her gratitude, nodding her head. "I appreciate that you helped me a lot in dealing with my case. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been successful… And I am sorry for disturbing you too."

"No, you don't have to apologize for that," Yeonjun assured her, finding solace in Jiwoo's words. "I'm glad to hear that… and I should get going," he said, waving anxiously before departing.

Once Yeonjun left, Eunseok let out a sigh so audible that Jiwoo turned to him, amused. "What?"

"You are quite popular," he mumbled, his protective instincts still lingering.

Jiwoo laughed and tugged on his hand before hugging him on the side. "Are you jealous?"

"You'll make fun of me if I say no," Eunseok replied.

"I am not making fun of you," she teased, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Eunseok, let's go inside?" She suggested, attempting to lead their way back into the party, but Eunseok stopped her. "Hmm?" She asked, walking back to him and holding onto his arms.

"I don't think I can last a day without you by my side," Eunseok confessed, his cheeks turning red. It was a sentiment he had been waiting to share. Jiwoo had stirred various emotions within him, making him realize the mysterious and beautiful nature of the heart. She smiled at him, reaching to cup his cheek, and then pinched it playfully.

"You are being very romantic nowadays, Eunseok," she chuckled. Despite not responding in words, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss on his cheek. "To us…"

#riize #fanfiction #eunseok #wonbin #sohee #shotaro #anton #sungchan #seunghan #kpopfanfiction #beyondthebellschime

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