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FWIW, "mauve" was one of the coal-tar dyes developed in the mid-19th century that made eye-wateringly bright clothing fashionable for a few decades.

It was an eye-popping magenta purple

HOWEVER, like most aniline dyes, it faded badly, to a washed-out blue-grey ...

...which was the color ignorant youngsters in the 1920s associated with “mauve”.

(This dress is labeled "mauve" as it is the color the above becomes after fading).

They colored their vision of the past with washed-out pastels that were NOTHING like the eye-popping electric shades the mid-Victorians loved. This 1926 fashion history book by Paul di Giafferi paints a hugely distorted, I would say dishonest picture of the past.

Ever since then this faded bluish lavender and not the original electric eye-watering hot pink-purple is the color associated with the word “mauve”.

Oh! Just like the Victorians did to the Gothic, where actual Gothic cathedrals which had been built to be bright and full of light were portrayed as dark and gloomy places, because that's what happens after a cathedral is filled with candles for several hundred years.

More Kpop related nonsense from me and Ryan.

Sometimes I see a kpop boy in a crop top and I am immediately consumed by the desire to bite and I have to tell myself “no, down!” like I’m a poorly behaved dog.

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worst relationship status to have w someone is “objectively they’re a fine person who is nice but i don’t enjoy their company as much as they enjoy mine”

second worst relationship status to have with someone is “objectively they’re a fine person but they Bother You”

secret third technically more harmless but in practicality more frustrating relationship status is “objectively they’re a fine person and they like so many of the same things i do but they like them in a fundamentally different way that is harmless but reads wrong to my brain and it has made attempts at forming an actual bond with them aggravating more than anything”

tbh i think stuff like this is why so many people, especially younger people, fall into this trap of “well if i don’t like a person or thing, they must be bad”. it would be so much easier if you could dismiss them as bad and move on. but it’s like, no, Objectively Fine people or things can just not mesh well with you for totally subjective reasons. and sometimes when they’re people you mesh much better with their brain than they do with yours. and sometimes you have to live with that.

tags from @menace-in-the-void !!

some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

I couldn't remember the word "doorknob" ten minutes ago.

ok but the onelook thesaurus will save your life, i literally could not live without this website

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WHERE HAS THIS BEEN!!!!

little chef

you came back wrong and i am racked with guilt because i cannot bear to see you like this and i should have let you rest. i loved you so much that i defied death itself but i do not think either of us are happy

this is what microwaving leftover pizza feels like

stop it i was trying to be gothic

The car needs a seatbelt

Now that I’m back working retail, I can’t get the image of Corroded Coffin becoming one of the vintage band tees you see on graphic tee walls. They’d be up there with Metallica and Black Sabbath, made for everyone to wear for the fashion of it rather than their love of the band.

Everyone would expect Eddie to be outraged when it first starts to happen — all these fake fans and posers wearing his merch without knowing who he is at all. And at first, sure he didn’t love it but at the same time… money is money and he’s got kids to put through school. His own are already out of college, with their fancy degrees and stable jobs, but a slew of nieces and nephews, and a few great ones now (Jesus Christ he’s old) from the Party that are even smarter than their genius parents and those tuitions aren’t cheap. Famous Uncle Eddie feels like it’s his duty to help with their tuitions to the ivys or whatever, so if Jenny, the wine mom from down the street, wants to wear a brand new, yet distressed tee with the logo he designed across the chest? Let her!

That being said, he doesn’t start loving it until they eventually reach the toddler section. Suddenly, Eddie — who previously had no opinion on whether or not his kids had kids — is begging all three of their kids for grand babies. And he’s not being subtle about it either. He buys the onesies and toddler tees, leaving them where Steve and the kids can see, shipping new designs to his kids “just in case.” All he wants is to see a baby, preferably one he knows, all done up in his merch, repping the band in a matching metal outfit. It’s not his fault all his own babies are two decades past the baby phase!

Steve doesn’t intervene, no matter how much their kids beg and plead. If anything, he thinks it’s hilarious that suddenly Eddie’s the one all baby crazy after the years of him laughing at Steve’s baby fever. Sue him.

I just picture Steve eventually “caving” my going “you know there’s only one way to get him to shut up, right? Give him what he wants” and next thing you know someone’s setting up professional photo shoots of all the babies of the extended family (and babies meaning basically everyone by the end of it bc let’s be real here—someone has to hold the infants/toddlers, and then the children want to be included too, and the younger teens are embarrassed but do it for Uncle Eddie, and the older teens think it’s hilarious to make fun of the old man, etc etc) dressed up in CC merch.

The first year they do it, since it’s everyone doing it at once, they make a calendar of it (Eddie insists on having several copies to have them in different rooms of the house, and Steve loves having family photos around so who is he to say no). After that, someone puts together a scrapbook (or some online equivalent depending on era) that they add to every time there’s a new baby, or any other important family milestones. At some point it’s more of a running joke to constantly have CC merch around (and throwing up the horns in family photos, of course—it takes a while to convince some of those that marry into the family that this is a real thing, but there are plenty of family photos to back it up by that point, so horns go up at the wedding photos too). Even if the band fades from popularity, the family is big enough to single handedly keep CC merch in demand.

And, just to be sad, imagine the legacy once Eddie’s gone. It becomes more of a tradition than anything else to play CC music at family functions, throw up the horns for photos, and always have a CC t-shirt on hand when taking newborn photos. The scrapbook gets scribbled on, but one of the original babies laminates it, and then one of their younger siblings digitises it so nothing’s lost. When the band is honoured decades down the road for their contributions to music, the place in whatever hall of fame and the corresponding museum exhibition include Munson&Co family names among the donors and a whole section at the end of their family members rocking CC merch for generations 😭

When I see people sharing so much of their kids' lives, I think about that one time my child told a joke, I shared that joke with ONE FRIEND in a private conversation, and my child said "can you please ask me next time, before you tell people something about me?"

And, yes, I absolutely should. So I apologized, and now I ask.

"I love that video of you, can I show it to a friend?"

"Can I tell a friend about how clever you were just now?"

"Can I share this in the family group chat?"

"Can I show your art to grandma and grandpa?"

And it's not like my kids don't like when I share their jokes and puns and fun moments. They love it! But they want to have control over what I share with people. Even without their faces or their names. Even people we know and trust.

And they deserve to have that control.

unironically everyone should become a wikipedia guy especially if you have a really bad social media addiction. it really helps you rebuild your attention span in a way that's really interesting and engaging I feel