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not now son, daddy’s trying to take a selfie
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The world has no right to my heart, the world has no place in our bed They don’t get to know what I said I’m burning the memories, burning the letters that might have redeemed you You forfeit all rights to my heart, you forfeit the place in our bed You sleep in your office instead with only the memories of when you were mine I hope that you burn Phillipa Soo as Eliza Hamilton in HAMILTON
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American Girl stories were the best tbh
Dude, read the books, she and her mom freed themselves in Book 1. We don’t disrespect American Girl in this house
Don’t you dare disrespect Addy, or any of my girls for that matter. American Girl used to be legit. Good stories, good dolls, good movies.
Felicity’s story was set in the beginnings of the American Revolution, and addressed the conflict that she faced when her loved ones were split between patriots and loyalists. It also covered the effects of animal abuse, and forgiving those who are unforgivable.
Samantha’s stories centered around the growth of industrial America, women’s suffrage, child abuse, and corruption in places of power. Also, it emphasises how dramatically adoption into a caring family can turn a life around.
Kit’s story is one of my favorites. Her family is hit hard by the Great Depression, and they begin taking in boarders and raise chickens to help make ends meet. Her books include themes of poverty, police brutality, homelessness, prejudice, and the importance of unity in difficult times.
Molly’s father, a doctor, is drafted during the Second World War. Throughout her story, friends of hers suffer the loss of their husbands, sons, and brothers overseas. Her mother leaves the traditional housewife position and works full-time to help with the war effort. They also take in an English refugee child, who learns to open up after a life of traumatic experience.
American Girl stories have always featured the very harsh realities of America through the years. But they’re always presented honestly, yet in ways that kids can understand. They just go to show that you don’t have to live in a perfect time to be a real American girl.
Dont you fucking dare disrespect the American Girls in my house. ESPECIALLY Addy!! That was my first REAL contact with the horrors of slavery, as I read about her father being whipped and sold and her mother escaping with her to freedom, but also how freedom was still a struggle.
A slave doll. Please. Read the books.
Don’t forget Kirsten, the Swedish immigrant who had to deal with balancing her own culture and learning the english language and customs of her classmates, or Kaya (full name Kaya'aton'my, or She Who Arranges Rocks) , the brave but careless girl from the Nez Perce tribe, or Josefina, the Mexican girl learning to be a healer.
And then there are the later dolls, that kids younger than me would have grown up with (I was just outgrowing American Girl as these came out), like Rebecca, the Jewish girl who dreams of becoming an actress in the budding film industry, or Julie, who fights against her school’s gender policy surrounding sports in the 70s, or Nanea, the Hawaiian girl whose father worked at Pearl Harbor.
These books, these characters, are fantastic pictures into life for girls in America throughout the years, they pull no punches with the horrors that these girls had to face in their different time periods, and in many cases I learned more history from these series than social studies at school. And that’s without even mentioning the “girl of the year” series where characters are created in the modern world to help girls deal with issues like friend problems, moving, or bullying. We do NOT disrespect American Girl in this house.
American Girl is probably going to be the only exposure young girls are going to get to history from a female perspective. This is actually kind of important considering that in history classes we dont really get that exposure. We dont hear about what women felt and endured during these time periods cause schools are too busy teaching us about what happened from the male perspective, which is not unimportant, but we need both. Girls need both.
These books were such a crucial part of my childhood and shaped my love of history, which still ensures today. These books can be a young girl’s first lessons in diversity and cultural awareness (hopefully burying that insensitive “we’re all Americans” tripe) and looking at history from more perspectives than just that taught in school. They also are an example of how women have ALWAYS been part of history, which some people would rather us not believe.
I think Kit and Kaya were the newest American Girls when I started “aging out” of the books, but hearing about some of these kinda makes me want to revisit them!
I wasn’t gonna say anything, but you know what?
Nah.
OP (of the tweet thread) was either a actively trying to start shit or is just a huge fucking moron. Probably both.
I’d like to point out that the company that makes American Girl dolls actually doesn’t skimp when doing their research and they don’t make the dolls with the intent to be offensive in any way:
And they departed from the norm in Kaya’s doll to fit her culture! The other dolls all show their teeth, and Kaya does not because that is considered rude in the Nez Perce culture!
It is absolutely true that these books covered the stuff in history that was absent from our history books. I still distinctly remember reading about Addy being forced to eat bugs she missed on tobacco plants, and that started me out from a different perspective and made it easier for me to know to reject the sanitized version of the slave trade we’re taught in school. And these books are targeted at ages 8+, which is a pretty critical time for developing your own thinking and morals.
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Hi Thea dear, the new chapter was just amazing as always and....just...I have no words. It was so good. Bte how are Darth Pancakes and you and everyone else doing? Haven't seen anything about Darth P in a little bit and was wondering what kind of mischief he's gotten into. P. S. So glad that you're okay and it wasn't anything super serious. Please stay safe!
Thanks for checking in, it’s really appreciated and I hope you’re staying safe as well! Pancakes is growing fatter and crankier as his second birthday approaches. This is the look he gave me a few minutes ago when I told him to get off my laptop:
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My belief is that anyone can be a princess.
And while I can’t turn everyone into a princess myself - this holiday season, one lucky human is going to have a fairytale ending to their year - once upon a December! The winner will receive the iconic faberge-inspired music box and necklace from the animated film Anastasia!
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It’s so hard as a person with BPD to forgive. My mother, who was my abuser and who also has BPD, will probably never understand or acknowledge the irreversible hurt she has inflicted upon me and my siblings because she refuses to get help for her disorder. I’m on medication, I’ve gone through therapy, and I’ve embraced myself even though I do have BPD. I’m still working on it actually, it’s a hard process. I am by no means perfect. But I’m trying. And today when she sent me a particularly hurtful, manipulative message, I almost lashed out. I almost called her the worst name I could think of. I almost let my hurt and anger control me and let my disorder control me. But I didn’t. I took some time—so fucking hard, to let her think she’s won and to just walk away from something so hurtful like that when all I want to do is hurt her back—and then I prayed and watched an episode of my favorite show. And I was suddenly inspired. I realized that I was letting her hurt me by a) letting my anger fester and b) allowing her in my life. So I took a deep breath and wrote out the hardest message of my life. I wrote how even though she hurt me and my siblings, even though she manipulated and degraded us, even though she lashed out and abandoned us, that I still loved her. Because I can’t help it; she raised and loved me. And then I said that I was no longer going to let her hurt me. Instead, I was going to forgive her.
Yup. Forgive her.
It’s a process, it’s not all in one day or one moment. But I felt a weight be lifted off of me as I told her I forgave her and loved her, and wished her the best. I sent the message and then turned off my phone. I don’t need a response, I don’t need her acceptance or even her acknowledgment, as much as I want it. What’s best for me is moving forward without that anger and bitterness. I still feel angry towards her. But hey, I’m working on it. I’m taking steps forward. I am forgiving. I love myself enough to try and shed that anger like a too tight skin. And don’t get me wrong, every one of you out there has every right to be angry and hurt towards the person who has wronged or abused you. And if that person is still hurting you, you will probably not feel ready at all. But when you are ready—and only when YOU decide you are ready—shed that skin. Forgive that person. It is the most powerful and most healing thing you can do for you. I hated my mother for hurting me. But I can also realize that that anger hurts me, not her. That’s so weird right? Because other people’s anger hurts us all the time. But it’s true; no matter how much anger you throw out there, it’ll hurt you more than that person. Because that shit burns and is always there in the back of your mind, causing more doubt and hurt than you can ever imagine. Again, don’t feel like you have to do anything I say—everyone’s journey to happiness is different. And hell, I’m not even sure I’m going there. I’m trying though. And I felt ready today. You may not feel ready for a long time. It’s taken me years and years. But I feel a lot better knowing that whatever happens to my mom, that I forgave her for the things she has done, whether they were intentionally or unintentionally done. That I held no ill will towards her. I wish her peace and love and happiness. But I don’t have to have her in my life. And I don’t have to hold that anger in my heart.
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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post
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…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
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kylorenaissance
hello friends, I know I ask a lot but I really do need help! if five people contributed to my ko-fi, I could afford dinner tonight!
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Grand Duchess Maria Pavlovna the Younger, Princess of Sweden.
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Adam’s adorable facial expressions while avoiding Star Wars related questions
It always amazes me how much a man can change how he looks with and without a beard
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Grand Duchess Elizabeth Feodorovna in court dress,1885.
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pride and prejudice (2005) + some of my favourite costumes
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On Russian brides using the patronym ‘Feodorovna’:
“By assuming the name Feodorovna…one pays tribute to the assesion to the throne of the founding member of the dynasty, Mikhail Feodorovich Romanov. When the sixteen year old was elected to the Russian throne, the emissaries who bore the news to the Ipatiev monastery carried with them two icons; the Vladimir icorn of the Mother of God, and the other, the Feodorovsky icon. When she accepted his election, it was to the Feodorovsky icon that Maria Ivanovns Chestovs dedicated her son Mikhail Feodorovich, and blessed him with. It was in honor of this that princesses like Ella, who married into the Romanov family adopted the name of Feodorovna.
- Ella: Princess, Saint and Martyr, by Christopher Warwick
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“Kylo smiled at cramped up Rey in the escape pod"
Fallen prince’s heart being captured (ಥ﹏ಥ)
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The world doesn’t deserve a soft boy like him.
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new year…new me?
I wanted to self-evaluate my skills, so I decided to redo one of my old drawings for @gizkasparadise Satellites. I think it turned out A-okay.
Gorgeous!!!!!!!
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Grand Duchess Maria Pavlovna of Russia, Princess of Sweden.