#culturally-specific clothing

[crispyjenkins]

i don't know who needs to hear this today but the jedi would not be body-shy

especially during the war. some would be uncomfortable, sure, or even heavily dislike being nude and/or bathing around others, but the point of that is that would be respected as a choice. there is a very large difference between preferring not to be nude around others, for cultural religious or personal reasons, versus being ashamed. nothing you can do can convince me jedi would be ashamed or embarrassed of their or others' bodies.

why. why would the jedi think nudity undignified. why would they turn their noses up at it as unseemly, rather than a choice and preference

[amplexadversary]

Honestly the "wear womens clothes as a man, take the fashion you want" thing wouldn't be a terrible idea if they were sized relatively the same.

The problem is, they're not, so unless you are a twig of a man whom an M sits loose on you're not going to fit in the womens' XXXL pants, because they're smaller than the men's M.

It's irritating too because I'm too short for most mens' pants, but womens' pants are sized like.

well.

like the designer is trying to give someone an eating disorder.

So I'm either looking at something that doesn't go up to my waist size, or that I have to hem, which sucks and is annoying, and is not even possible for a lot of pants that have things printed on them.

[worstloki]

Mu Qing ascending is objectively so funny considering Feng Xin and Xie Lian also do. Out of the people in your kingdom who accomplished immortality there’s this guy who used to be your servant but is now on equal rank to you and he‘s super rude now and also thinks you hate him because he remembers when you were 18 and lacked socioeconomic-interpersonal awareness

[noxious-fennec]

Trying out some new designs (aka playing dress up)

[artsyaprilmr]

one thing about me... i will never stop drawing women with beautiful big brown eyes

[thesilliestcryptid]

punk pinterest is 40% people sharing their DIYs and 60% middle schoolers acting like every patch on a jacket needs to be a band or it should burn

[peaches2217]

Me, half an hour ago: Hm. I'd like to give Daisy a surname for my 'verse! Maybe something Hindi-inspired, because Sarasaland is named after a sort of fabric originally imported from India, right? Lemme see…

Me now, fifteen tabs deep into the intricacies of caste and occupation and how they effect given and surnames in the Malayalam language: I have to get this right or God will smite me where I stand

[cheddar-baby]

that public sex poll is a really good blocklist. If you lose your mind seeing someone get a shaky awkward handjob in a park you can't handle being on my blog i promise.

[queenlucythevaliant]

We see him come and know him ours

Russia: "Carol of the Russian Children," traditional // Kenya: The Nativity, Elima Njau // France: "Bring a Torch, Jeanette Isabella," Nicolas Saboly // Haiti: Madonna and Child, Ismael Saincilus // Australia: "The Three Drovers," William James // China: Tryptic by Lu Hongnian // Canadian/Algonquian: "Huron Carol," Jean de Brébeuf

[jinxedshapeshifter]

Alright so I was in middle school in 2016/2017, which is around the time I remember twenty øne piløts blowing up (specifically, thats when Stressed Out fucking exploded), and twenty øne piløts sorta shaped quite a few aspects of rebellion culture at the time from what I remember. In addition to this, my girlfriend at the time indulged in traditional aspects of emo culture (listened to a lot of alt rock, huge fan of My Chemical Romance, dyed the shaved side of her hair quite a bit, etc).

This leads me to a question. Klavier would've been in high school in 2017. Did he indulge in that specific cultural phenomenon? Does he enjoy bands from the 2000s like MCR and Linkin Park? If he does, what's his favorite, and what's his favorite song from his favorite band? Has he ever dyed his hair? How rebellious was he as a teenager and did he ever get into legal trouble? I want to know what Klavier was like as a teenager SO BAD.

[viric-dreams]

Tamaas (eventually Tamara)

Addressed as: Madam* (she/her)

Age: 23

Height: 5’0”

Occupation:

Main Skills: Shadowy, Watchful

Prominent Quirks: Melancholy

Closest to: The Urchins

*it's a form of address that feels strange compared to its Varchaasi equivalent, but she no longer has any claim to that title.

Backstory below the cut:

She never questioned her life, much like she never questioned her love for Mihir and her native Varchas. One rarely has to when all is well and life is easy.

She doesn’t understand why her brother did not share this contentedness. Fraternal twins, they were ever-close, sharing everything, but his interest in the Jewel-Turbaned Youth and his fanciful club was something that she simply could not get her mind around. The rest of the family paid it no mind—they’re harmless anyway. Let him have his fun.

She doesn’t know what it was that stopped her from retiring to bed that one fateful evening, a nagging in the back of her head that something was off. When she stepped back out into the yellow evening lamplight, a familiar shape slipping down the streets confirmed her intuition. Her brother made it as far as the Mirrored Gate before she clamped her hand around his wrist. Was he mirror-mad? What could he possibly be thinking? Who would want to leave the light, and to set sail on a steamer with a Tamaas captain he’d only met that morning? She’d argued with him, begging him to see sense, until they were both shouting. Deep in their quarrel, she’d barely noticed the shape in the mirror pressed up against his back until it was too late. It struck and he screamed, jerking to the side. Hand still latched around his arm, she slipped in turn, down the slope beyond the gate and both of their lives ended in an instant.

She’d later piece together what had happened from The Sympathetic Captain, most of her memories a blur, and Mihir knows, she’d had enough time on that ship to play her retelling back in her head in endless combinations. Before her brother had even met the ground, before his head had hit stone and his heart had stopped beating, he was Tamaas. As was she, not a fraction of a second later. The Captain had heard the commotion and was not far from the bottom of the cliff. She had insisted that the Captain take them both, that no one in the city would help them anymore. She had to get him to the next port where he could recover.

How his body had disappeared a day later, on a ship miles from the coast, was not one the Captain could answer, no matter how much she raged, how many objects in the cabin she smashed in her fugue. The Captain could only offer a sympathetic ear and a cup of tea.

When the ship finally docked in London she disappeared into the darkness, too ashamed of her grief to say goodbye. Her life was over, but somehow she would have to keep living, Tamaas or otherwise.

[faelenasleep]

Continuing my series of botw redesigns, I'm working on my boyfriend Revali!

[mitiafrapp]

Wanted to try my hand at designs for their dnd characters based on the intro video

So hyped for HoloMarches

[sysig]

Feeling and looking good 🌈 (Patreon)

[pa-pa-plasma]

okay wait yes we all know that ATLA (2024) sucks ass but can we stop calling the actors white because they don't fit your limited worldview? you can talk about bad writing without being racist

[salvadorbonaparte]

We should bring back traditional German clothes but in a cool multicultural way and not in a dumb nation building way