#tweedle talks

[tweedlestrove]

So It's come to my attention that Phrenology and Physiognomy have made a comeback under the name of "Face Reading"

So my half conscious self has been dragged out of the abyss because I need you to understand why this is EXTREMELY BAD on so many levels. I'm gonna try and give you resources so you can educate yourself on the topic, but my brain isn't wording right today, so I'm sorry. If you're younger, this is a part of the past you need to know because it's repeating itself now due to ignorance. Phrenology and Physiognomy became super popular after Darwin's theory of evolution came out and bigots essentially used it to prove that they were "superior". People would do it for "fun" back then also, and the manuals that taught how to do it, or talked about it in depth can be kind of unsettling to look at due to the blatantly racist and antisemitic caricatures that you find in them. And we're not even going into how awful the texts can be. I don't have enough brainpower at the moment to poke at that, but suffice to say, it's bad enough that the Nazis used physiognomy to push their agenda and murder millions during the holocaust. As well as take measurements of people during "Racial Examinations." These tests were used to supposedly determine if someone was Jewish or not, just take a look at these photos and keep in mind that if you didn't align to their "pure aryan" standards, you'd wind up persecuted and/or killed.:

There's more photos out there than this, it's been heavily documented. Anyways Face Reading/Physiognomy and Phrenology have always been used as racist propaganda. Don't do this or buy into it, please. It seems cute and harmless but it's not, not in the slightest, and just pushes more awful stereotypes out there. This video talks more in depth about it than I can.:

I'm also posting more articles for further reading so as to educate yourselves on the topic. Keep in mind you will be seeing racist white supremacist propaganda and it can be unsettling. Wikipedia Article on Physiognomy History.com Article on the way Face Reading and Phrenology was used to basically assume some people were criminals.

Genome.gov article on Eugenics and Scientific Racism. Penn Museum Article on Craniology in Race Science and Physical Anthropology The United States Holocaust Museum article on Eugenics. Scientific Racism Entry on Wikipedia Nazi Eugenics Entry on Wikipedia

University of Missouri articles on the Origins of Eugenics.

A final word. Judging people based on their appearances never ends well, and in extreme situations leads to innocent people getting killed far more often than many of you realize due to racism, ableism, transphobia, and so on.

I'm no history expert, so these articles are all I can give you. If this can motivate you to start your journey to learning history so we don't repeat it, I've done my job. Now I'm going back into the void, it's sleep time.

[marmotsomsierost]

I have a little pin on my badge that says she/he/they and it generally either goes unremarked or i get a 'hey cool pin' from a patient. More often if someone comments on it it's actually a familymember of the patient who tells me as an aside that they appreciate that i'm wearing it and it made the patient feel more confortable. Which is why i wear it, really.

Today i brought a patient to their room and told their partner to go get a pass from security; they said 'yes ma'am.' When i later walked the partner back to the patient's room they said 'thank you sir' and then said 'oh sorry can we get another blanket too?' I said sure, brought back another blanket from the warmer, and they took it with a 'thank you again ma'am.' I was partly out of the room when i went '...wait' and the partner must have noticed my pause, because they were like 'oh, i guess i should have asked, i just saw your button and i figured, you know,' - and i waved it off and was like 'no, absolutely, that's fine. I just think that's the first time anyone's done something like that intentionally.' A gently weirdly nice little interaction, i guess.

[sanctuaryblur]

Lotf Alice in wonderland au is stuck in my mind

[tweedlestrove]

So this is my mastodon account if you're interested in more news type articles I collect there from different sources, personal anecdotes, art, the occasional shitpost *cough cough* and sciencey things I find. I will likely update more frequently there than on tumblr even though there's not much there now. I lurk on mastodon a lot already. This blog will stay the same and so will it's content. But if you're curious, feel free to check it out!

Tumblr is really good at a lot of things and I love it for when I do my image dumps and compilations, so you will always find me here, but I more frequently use mastodon. Over there I boost articles I find, post my art, burble about random things, and more. It's basically where I put down my thoughts while these blogs are more of the repositories and curated collections where I host of all the educational stuff and resources I find!

[altblock-tm]

behind the scenes beef in our production of Alice in Wonderland is insane

[msm-tsotmw]

/ooc

have some (revamped) voice claims! might update Flitz and Jeeo’s parts when I give them designs

-Mod Jimmy 🗣️

[witchblade]

oim breekon an 'e's 'ope. oh i didnt realize some people conceptualized breekon and hope as like anime sexy. that's interesting.

[ricky-olson]

just had the funniest bg3 session with my partner and our friends

[enchanted-twisted-dream]

🌠⭐Watching the Stars⭐🌠

For the Valentine's HnKnA gift exchange this year (that I am late to posting on Tumblr but shhhhh)! This gift was for @butterpuffed ! I worked pretty hard on this piece, shading is... difficult :'D

[mymanymerrymuses]

Listening to music brought me to imagining random scenarios and I ended up at 'Kili winding up as a single parent after finding a camp of travellers that got attacked and the only survivers are a baby and said baby's barely alive parent, to whom Kili swears an oath that he'll protect and love their child'

Basically Kili goes off on a trip and returns to Erebor with a baby that may be a dwarf but probably isn't, ready to fight anyone who tries to say he cannot keep this baby because he made a promise!

[tweedlestrove]

For all the people excited about weaving via my earlier post

tbh you can make a loom out of just about anything. you just need something to hold the warp and something to separate the sheds, a shuttle, and something to beat the weft with (like a really long shuttle or a separate stick) Below is a picture of my great grandmother weaving a chinchorro (hammock). Wayuu weaving is a little different than what you're probably used to, but the basic thing to understand is the same. There's a bar at the top and a bar at the bottom, she's using her hands and small balls of yarn to wind the weft through, and tie warps together to make patterned gaps. No shuttle is involved. But if you wanted to you could easily add pickup bars (basically a long stick and shuttles to this type of setup and weave that way. It'd basically be a tapestry loom setup, but tbh you can weave just about anything, you just have to get creative with how you manage the sheds. I'd look up backstrap looms and translate the way the different bars are set in place for this kind of a setup. All you'd need is dowels or sticks of some sort for it. You could figure out a mini one on a box or a picture frame. Abuela had a floor to ceiling setup on one of the walls that was just basically a frame.

I wish I had photos of some of the chinchorros she made, they were beautiful. My uncle has a video somewhere of her weaving one with a horse on it and the artistry to it was absolutely gorgeous. I wish I'd gotten the chance to learn from her tbh, she was a brilliant artist from the work I've been able to see. I think it was cos of her that I inherited my love of weaving and textiles so much.

[spikrock]

its SO hard for me to decide what my "canon" mad t party story is, cus theres so many ideas and ive seen so many cool things from other people in the fandom i just dont know.

part of me wants to sorta match with the 2010 movie's story, or at least draw inspiration from it, since mtp is based on it and all, but also mad t party is so different and i want to keep it different cus i dont really fw the 2010 movie

in my mind the queen's a villain, but how much of a villain idk. is she a big deal to the party like in the movies or is she just kinda around?

adding on to that, a lot of people used to have that whole wonderland war story which meant on top of being stupid band kids (/aff) the party is also capable of fighting. idk if i like that or not (im leaning towards no)

but the idea of mtp alice slaying a jabberwocky is just so tempting, its hard not to want that. but i dont really have a place where it'd fit into the timeline. when the band initially went on hiatus (so 2014), thats where i say all the wonderlandians went back home while alice and dinah stayed in california...im firm on keeping that because those 6-ish months are when alice realized how much her wonderland friends meant to her and thats why in 2016 she decided to go back with them to wonderland (canon as of this year with their d23 performance!!!!) but all other times they're just in california.

the rabbit holes a machine/portal thing in my mind, which ties in with my hc of nivens being really tech savvy and into that stuff. if i decide not to go with the wonderland war story, i think itll be that the band goes through the rabbit hole into alice's world, and so many people going through at once overheats it or something so it's rapidly shutting down, and nivens follows them through in order to get them back home (it doesnt work and it takes him a while to fix it)

idk i just think the wonderland war things been tainted for me (thats not really the right word, i just feel like its overused and i dont see the mad t party being badass enough to like. defeat a queen and slay a jabberwocky is all. plus in old mtp fandom its strongly tied to the femally thing, which i dont hc at all soo)

anyway just ignore this unless you want to have a peak into what my mind is like when i think of anything mad t party past waow pretty colors and silly gay people

[dreamerdrop]

On that note however.

Alice!Julian & Hatter!Garak. Consider.

A momentary apology to everyone who followed me thinking I was a cute magical girl and occasional Alice in Wonderland blog.

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles.

Gossip Is Currency

Prompt Day 21: Formal | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language, Canon Background Stancy | Tags: Missing Scene from S2's The Pollywog, Post-Halloween "Bullshit" Scene, Pre-Steddie, Platonic Hellcheer, School Sucks, Eddie Knows

This is cruel and unusual punishment. 

Eddie sits on the stupid folding chair, behind the stupid folding table, with a stack of tickets to sell to the winter formal. It was this or another suspension, and it was only because he was sure Wayne would not appreciate not having to talk to the principal again anytime soon, that Eddie chose this option.

They've got bubbly cheerleader Chrissy Cunningham sitting next to him controlling the money box that they definitely didn't trust him to be anywhere near, as they try to sell tickets to the kids still roaming around during extracurriculars.

Chrissy hasn't said anything to him after greeting him, and he hasn't said anything in return. They hung out once before, during a middle school talent show, but he doesn't expect that she remembers that.

Another shitty jock walks up.

"Two?" Chrissy asks.

"Yeah," the kid answers, and she takes the money, makes the change, and all Eddie has to do is hand over the two ticket stubs.

He resents it. 

It's stupid, it's–

"It's bullshit," he hears from down the hall.

Yeah, it's exactly that.

And hell's frozen over, if he agrees with King Steve.

Harrington's in some sort of heated debate with Wheeler as they stomp down the hallway, bickering back and forth. She's a fucking firebrand, that one. Everyone thinks she's a priss, but oh no, Eddie's studied this whole school long enough to know that's not even remotely true.

Harrington's gonna get knocked down a peg or two under her, and deservedly so.

Seeing them coming in his direction is at least interesting. Eddie tears off the two tickets and hands them over to Tweedle Dumb, and keeps watching the free show heading his way.

"Winter formal tickets?" Chrissy asks Harrington, and Jesus H. Christ, does she have no observation skills? Now is not the time. This is the time to blend into the wall so they can get the dirty fucking details on this fight. Gossip is currency.

Harrington turns to look at them, and shakes his head no. He looks more sad than mad, and that isn't near as fun. 

"Steve," Wheeler says, and she looks annoyed.

Harrington runs his hands through his hair, tugging at the ends, and then they're gone. 

Well, that was uneventful in the end. He didn't learn anything worth repeating.

Eddie had heard rumors of a Halloween night blow-up, but wasn't there to see it with his own eyes. Apparently they're still in a tiff today.

He can still hear the echo of them around the corner and down the hall, and well, he's nosey. It pays to know everything that's going on in this school.

"Be right back," Eddie says, and follows them down the hall, with the excuse that he's heading to the pop machine.

He digs four quarters out of his pocket, and pretends it's hard to make a decision, before hitting the Mellow Yellow button. The machine whirrs to life, and the can drops down. He feeds the other two quarters in, still trying to listen to Harrington and Wheeler fussing by the double-doors.

Eddie can't really decipher much besides hissing mumbles. Damn.

He presses another button without even really paying attention.

Welch's Grape Soda.

He might actually pick that over the Mellow Yellow he thought he originally wanted.

Harrington and Wheeler leave, so Eddie takes both cans back towards the table, holding them up, an offer, "You want?"

Chrissy smiles, "Really?"

Eddie nods, "You choose," he says, and she falters, just a bit, looking up at him like there might be a wrong answer.

There's no wrong answer here. No trick. He puts them both down on the table, "Totally fine either way."

She reaches for the grape, and is still looking his way. He nods, "Excellent choice," as he picks up the Mellow Yellow, and cracks open the can.

"Thanks, Eddie," she says, like he's given her something more than a can of pop. Carver's a bigger dick than he'd realized, apparently. 

They sit in silence, waiting for more kids to finish up with their stupid clubs and practices. 

The door clangs closed on the other end of the school, and they wait. It's Harrington again. He crosses the hall intersection in his little shorts, and Eddie can see that he's pinching his nose as he darts out of their line of sight as quickly as he entered.

Then it's just them, alone in the hallway again.

"She called him bullshit," Chrissy whispers.

Eddie turns and looks at her, waiting for her to elaborate.

She does.

"On Halloween. At Tina's party. She called him and his love bullshit. I heard it myself, waiting for the bathroom. She was drunk, not making sense about Barb Holland. It was pretty mean."

"No shit?" he asks, leaning closer. 

She nods, giving him a rundown of the whole party. She's got all the good gossip, not just about Harrington and Wheeler's dust up. Eddie feels a twinge of something. 

He's well acquainted with being shit on publicly.

Nobody's around this school, and Eddie gets up to go take a piss. He can't sit still. Hates it. And doing it for this is a special version of hell.

He walks down the hall, to the bathroom. He stands in front of the urinal, unzips and is pissing when he hears the stifled cough from behind him.

Eddie turns to look and sees familiar shoes under the stall door.

Tucking himself back in, re-zipping, he reaches over and flushes the urinal.

"Harrington," Eddie says. 

He waits and there's no response. 

"Harrington," he tries again.

"Go away, Munson," Harrington says, and then mumbles under his breath, "It's bullshit. I'm bullshit."

Eddie takes three steps towards the door, then impulsively turns back.

"She's wrong, you know? You're not bullshit."

And then Eddie waits a beat before adding, "You're just an asshole."

Steve chuckles, and Eddie smiles to himself as he turns and heads out the door.

Timing is everything. 

Mission accomplished.

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[bapeach]

We're just friends, right?

This is my first time writing a story so I'm sorry if it's no good 😅. Let me know what you guys think! Find my masterlist here :) Pairing(s): Azzi Fudd x female!reader Word count: 2.3k+ Summary: Y/N is head over heels for her best friend Azzi and doesn't think Azzi likes her back. Turns out she's wrong. ------------

Y/N's POV: I chuckle, hearing Paige and KK mess around on Instagram live on the other side of the room. “Ayo, was that Y/N?” KK says, reading someone’s chat from where she’s sitting on the floor. “Guys, say hi!” Paige says before turning the camera to KK’s bed, where I’m laying between Azzi’s legs. I wave at chat with a grin, hearing Azzi say hi from behind me, where she’s braiding my hair. “Someone said y’all look cute.” KK says before looking over at us, scrunching her face in disgust before looking back at the chat. “Of course we do” I say with a smirk, leaning back a little to look at Azzi, sending her a wink. She laughs softly, shaking her head and pushing my head back to continue with my hair.

“Is Y/N single?” Paige reads out loud before looking at me with a mischievous grin. I'm going to kill her. Paige found out about my crush on Azzi not too long ago and has been teasing me relentlessly ever since. She has tried to convince me to just make my move already, saying that Azzi definitely likes me back but what if she’s wrong? What if Azzi doesn’t like me back and she starts feeling uncomfortable around me? No. I’m not telling her.

I just flip her off and roll my eyes without answering. “Where’s my girl, Nika?” I ask no one in particular. Nika also knows about my crush, but whereas Paige has been a little shit about it, Nika has been my rock. Always there to listen to my rants and support me in any way I need. “I think she said she was just gonna head to our dorm after practice.” Paige mutters. 

“Text her to come over, I can’t deal with you losers without her.” I say before hearing Azzi scoff behind me, as she pulls my hair a little. “What was that?” she says, raising her eyebrow at me. “Not you of course, I was talking about tweedle dee and tweedle dumb over there.” I quickly mutter, my voice growing louder at the end of my sentence. “That’s what I thought” Azzi says, sending me a little grin. I smile back before looking back at Paige and sticking my tongue out as I hear her cough something that sounds a lot like “whipped”.

It’s not long until Nika walks in, smirking while announcing she’s there to “save Y/N and Azzi from the idiots”. I smirk hearing Paige and KK whine about getting bullied. I feel Azzi tap my thigh, letting me know she’s done with my hair. I lean back, letting my head fall into her lap, smiling up at her. It’s ridiculous how beautiful she looks, even when she’s upside down. “Thanks Azz” I mumble, staring at her a little longer than any friend would. “Anytime” she says softly, trailing her finger down my face. I grin a little harder before remembering we’re not alone in the room. 

I get up, walking over to where Nika is sitting with Paige and KK and lean my head on her shoulder. I think if I stayed there, laying in Azzi’s lap a second longer, I would’ve confessed my undying love for her and that wouldn’t end well (Right? Right.). Nika looks at me with sympathy in her eyes, squeezing my leg before turning to the chat and reading a funny comment, trying to distract everyone from my sudden movement. Successfully avoiding looking at Azzi, I completely miss the small frown on her face as I left her side. I miss the small pout on her face as she misses my body heat instantly. Because why would she? We’re just friends (Right? Right.).

I try to keep my energy high but I can’t stop thinking about how much I wish Azzi were mine. How much I wish she wants me the same way I want her. I can’t stop thinking about how her lips would feel against mine. Were they as soft as they looked?

I get up, catching everyone’s attention. “I think imma head out, I’m getting tired.”. “Damn grandma, already?” KK jokes. I flick her ear before giving Paige’s head a tap and leaning out of the way so they can’t hit me back. I give Nika a quick hug and a kiss on the temple before walking over to Azzi. I give her a hug and try not to think about how she smells like home. I kiss her temple, holding my lips against her head a little longer than necessary before pulling back and walking to the door. “Bye losers, bye Niks, bye Azzibaby!” I say, earning a middle finger from KK and Paige while getting a grin and a wave from Nika and a soft smile from Azzi.

Once I reach mine and Nika’s dorm, I make a beeline for my bed, flopping down with a sigh. “C’mon, keep it together you idiot.” I grumble to myself, slapping my hands to my face. Not having KK’s live open on my phone, I don’t even realize that Azzi is barely reacting to the live since I’ve left. 

3rd person:

Azzi barely even hears whatever Paige and KK are arguing about. She barely hears Nika as she’s trying to get both girls to stop fighting. The only thing going through her mind right now is Y/N. Y/N with that annoyingly adorable smirk. Y/N that always makes her laugh, even when she feels like the world is closing in on her. Y/N who always knows what to say and is there for everyone, even when they don’t deserve it. Before she realizes what she’s doing, she’s getting up, making the other girls halt their conversation. “I uh, imma head out too” she says, already thinking about going straight to Y/N’s room. 

After saying her goodbye’s, Azzi walks right over to Y/N’s dorm. Before she knows it, she’s standing in front of the door, knocking and realizing she doesn’t even know what she’s gonna say. She doesn’t get the time to regret her actions though, as Y/N opens the door almost immediately. Azzi’s heart stops for a minute. Of course she’s seen Y/N in just sweats and a sports bra plenty of times before, but Y/N still manages to make her feel breathless every time. 

Y/N's POV:

“Hey… are you okay?” I say with a small frown, seeing Azzi stand in front of my door looking at me with a blank face. “Yeah no yeah, I just-... can we talk?” Azzi stumbles over her words, making me frown a little harder, not being used to her being so nervous. “Of course, come in…” I say softly, stepping aside to let her in. How? How does she look so gorgeous all the time? Even now, being a stumbling nervous mess, it’s like she’s art come to life.

I stare at her a second too long before coughing awkwardly and leading the way to my room. I watch as she sits down and fidgets with her hands. Quickly walking over, I sit next to her and grab her hand, softly squeezing it. I try to shake off the thoughts about how soft her hands feel and how perfect they fit in mine. I need to focus. I look down into her eyes, waiting for her to say whatever she needs to say. I can feel my heart pound a little harder. What if she knows? What if she knows I like her and hates me?

“You know how sometimes we jokingly flirt and how fans ship us?” she started, looking right back at me. I freeze for a second. “I- what?” I mutter. She knows. She knows. FUCK SHE KNOWS. This is bad. This is so bad.

“Do you think it’s weird? How they always make edits of us and stuff? I mean, they don’t understand that the flirting is just a joke… right?” she looks away for a second before looking back at me.

A joke. A joke. A joke. God I knew the flirting wasn’t real so why does it still hurt so much to hear her say that? I clench my jaw, “Right…”. I look away, I can’t bear to look her in the eyes, knowing she’ll see right through me. She knows me well enough to know what I’m thinking by just one glance. If I look at her now, she’ll see the pain in my eyes and that can’t happen. Because she doesn’t like me (Right.). I take my hand out of hers and scratch my neck. I can’t stand touching her right now. 

“Y/N? Look at me.” I hear Azzi say but I can’t. I can’t. I can’t, okay? NO! Stop! She’s your best friend Y/N, you knew this would happen from the start. LOOK AT HER! I look at her, forcing a smile on my face. Don’t let her know this is hurting you, she doesn’t deserve that.

She frowns, looking at me with a look in her eyes. A look I can’t decipher. “You’re upset with me… aren’t you?” she mumbles, her lips forming a small pout. “No, of course not, why would I be upset with you Azzi? We’re just friends, nothing more.” I say, gritting my teeth, trying not to break my jaw with how hard I'm clenching it. But I messed up. I know it. And so does she. 

Azzi’s eyes show that she’s hurt before the words are even properly out of my mouth. I said her name. I said her name, not Azz, not Azzibaby, not princess or one of the 50 other nicknames I have for her. I said her name and now she knows for certain that I’m upset. And god I wish I could take it all back because seeing her look up at me with that look in her eyes. The look I caused? That hurts more than knowing she’ll never like me back. Because at the end of the day, she’s my best friend and I NEVER want to cause her pain. 

3rd person:

Azzi’s heart ached but Y/N being upset must mean something right? A normal friend wouldn’t be upset over being called a friend. A normal friend wouldn’t look at her the way Y/N does. Normal friends wouldn’t cuddle, laying face to face, talking about their hopes and dreams, the same soft way they do. So that MUST mean Y/N likes her back, right…?

“You’re lying” Azzi said, trying to catch Y/N’s eye again as the girl tries to look anywhere but at her. Y/N gets up, needing some distance between her and Azzi before she blurts out everything she’s been dying to tell her. “It’s getting late, we’ll talk later okay?” she says, looking at the ground while crossing her arms, trying to find some comfort in her own arms, knowing she’d rather have Azzi’s around her. Azzi stands up too, her frustrations rising. Frustrations at Y/N for not just confessing but also frustrations at herself, for not having had enough courage to just do it herself.

Y/N's POV:

“No.” Azzi declares. I look back up, feeling a little surprised at her bluntness. “No, you’re going to tell me the truth.” she says sternly, stepping closer to me. “What truth?” I squint at her. Don’t say anything! She doesn’t like you back (Right? Right.). Not letting off, Azzi stepped closer, “Don’t act dumb. Tell me the truth. Tell me how you feel about me.”. “Tell the truth? How about YOU tell ME the truth.” I say, stepping closer, my body tense. Please. Please. I’m begging. Let this mean what I think it does.

“You already know the truth.” Azzi says, looking right back at me, stepping even closer until we’re so close I can feel her body heat radiating off of her. “Do I?” I challenge her, refusing to let myself believe that maybe Azzi Fudd, the people’s princess, likes me back.

Growing tired Azzi steps forward, taking a deep breathe before softly saying, “If I were to tell you I liked you… what would you do?”. I freeze for a moment, not believing my ears. When I look her in the eyes I see the same soft look she seems to always have reserved just for me. I soften, my shoulder sagging down as I look at her with some sort of desperation in my eyes. I need her to be telling me the truth, i couldn't handle it if she didn't mean it. "Azzi please" I beg quietly. I'm not even sure what I'm begging for but she does, because she knows me better than anyone.

She takes one final step closer to me, grabbing my hand with a smile that could light up the world. “I like you… so much, it’s actually pretty insane” she starts, chuckling towards the end of her sentence. I scan her face for a second before grabbing her face in both hands and leaning in slightly, giving her the chance to still pull away. 

Azzi’s heart flutters from how gentle Y/N is with her. Leaning in the rest of the way, Azzi kisses me with a small smile on her face. I kiss her. I kiss her and it's like the world stops. I can't believe it, I'm kissing the girl of my dreams. The girl that is the kindest, sweetest soul. The people's princess. My best friend. My Azzi.

We pull away after a few seconds but I don’t let her get very far, face still cupped between my hands. She smiles her million dollar smile and teases, “So… this means you like me back right?”. I roll my eyes but I can’t seem to hold back the smile that’s growing on my face. “Shuddup” I mumble, pulling her back in. She likes me back? (Right.)