this reminds me of the soot snow that always fell when the fire nation invaded the water tribe
guys my extremely conservative relatives came to visit at my house and my aunt needed to check her flight details and i gave her my computer and then i heard a blood curdling scream from the living room and i ran in there and
I remember how much her realization that she was “never going to be good enough for him” resonated with me when I first watched this movie. She decided to push herself, not to be with him, but to prove him the fuck wrong.
Strong female role models who can still wear pink and love fashion. Yes yes yes.
I FUCKING LOVE THIS MOVIE OH MY GODDDDDDDDDD
CAN WE JUST STOP FOR A SEC THO?
HE’S INSULTING HER FOR BEING DUMB
SHE GOT INTO THAT SCHOOL ON HER OWN.
WARNER NEEDED HIS DADDY TO CALL THEM TO BE ABLE TO GET IN.
I LOVE THIS MOVIE NO ONE EVEN UNDERSTANDS.
When they realized women were using their sacks to make clothes for their children, flour mills started using flowered fabric for their sacks. The label was designed to wash out.
1939 Kansas Wheat…
holy fuck that’s the cutest marketing scheme i’ve ever heard of
'buy our flour it's going to make the nicest bread and the sweetest dress!’
yes thank you ok sold
I see it differently. During the Great Depression, a lot of people couldn’t afford new fabric, let alone new clothes. They used whatever they could get their hands to make clothes for their kids, as we know kids grow out of clothing really fast. Thus they used burlap and flour sacks.
When flour mills noticed this, they didn’t use it as a marketing ploy. Actually, it was more of a gift the flour mills printed the material. They were trying to help the kids look nicer, that they didn’t have to walk around in just flour sacks, but look normal despite the circumstances.
I showed my Grandma this post, and her father used to run a flour mill. She remembers when she was teased for have “sack dresses”, but when her father’s boss began to provide patterned bags, she wasn’t teased that badly.
Extinct animals: Tasmanian tiger
Here is “Knot”, a short comic I drew to sell at Mocca and TCAF this year. The printed version is going to be SO PRETTY. I’m in love with the cover (which I will post later).
I just wanted to do something fairy-tale-like that talked about doubts and frustrations and how to deal with them. I’m really happy with how colorful and adorable the story turned out to be.
If you enjoyed “Knot”, please consider reblogging it and/or checking out my ongoing webcomic Namesake! HUGS TO ALL OF YOU!
when u say something and it comes out meaner than u intended
OH before I go to bed I should convey to you all the weirdest fact I learned today
I learned that when a caterpillar is metamorphosing into a butterfly within the cocoon, it is not, as I previously assumed, slowly growing wings and little antennae and whatever else. If we open a cocoon, apparently what we find is that the caterpillar has actually dissolved into a shapeless goo, from which the butterfly will be formed.
From which the butterfly is formed.
You can, of course, go the philosophical route with this: are they, then, the same creature, pre- and post- this complete reconstitution of the self? If the very brain, the nervous system, has been completely reassembled, how do we identify this as in any way the same?
So here’s the kicker.
Apparently one scientist figured he’d test this out by training a bunch of caterpillars to react negatively to a specific scent, which they would normally not react negatively to. This was all done prior to the cocoon stage.
And these butterflies. These post-goo, completely remade selves? They reacted negatively to the scent, too.