Olive (by Breanne S.)
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if i was a pirate captain i would get a movie projector and play a movie on the big sails every friday night for my boys to kick back and enjoy some time off unless we were under attack
Pirates legit did the 16-17th century equivalent of this. When things were slow, they would put on plays, act out dramas of stories they knew, or freestyle. The most preferred model of original productions was courtroom drama: “trying” each other for piracy. The “accused” would list off their many, dramatically and humorously embellished crimes, and be equally dramatically sentenced. Sometimes there was a daring escape, sometimes just a really maudlin death scene, but a good time was had by all.
As we all suspected, pirates are theater nerds.
i wish dwarves were real just because the folk metal they would produce would be completely unfathomable
When I was maybe 11 or 12 I noticed every other girl around me had light and sparse eyebrows. The style was thin and angled. I started to obsess over mine in the mirror, looking at how thick they were, and dark brown. They were distinctive and noone else seemed to have that in my age group.
So one morning I went to my mom, and I asked her if she would let me bleach my brows, and pluck them down.
She looked at me and said, “Why would you want to do that? Everyone wants full brows. That’s why everyone always fills them in. You’ll never have to buy an eyebrow pencil in your life. You are lucky to have that natural trait. Besides, these styles are temporary, your body is yours forever.”
And it changed my entire fucking view of myself. This part of myself I was festering hatred for, boiling over, attaching my worth to… my mother told me it was natural and good, a perk of being me, and suddenly I loved it. I became proud of my full brows, and my mom was right, I’ve never had to buy a brow pencil.
And when the fashions started changing towards “brows on fleek” style, I started getting asked where I got them done. But I never have. And when eventually the styles change back to thin and angled, I won’t then, either. Because my mother told me my natural body traits were good and beautiful and mine. Something to be proud of. And she switched my entire view of myself around in an instance, instilling me with confidence instead of criticism. And she did that with everything, even parts of me that never were and never will be stylish. My preteen knobby knees? Good springs for running! My post-puberty little pooch? That’s to protect your organs, honey, every woman has one!
That’s the power of a mother; how she speaks to her daughter is a massive influence on her womanhood and perception of herself.
Speak kindly, and powerfully.
black mirror writer: what if when you said “ello yewchube”…..yewchube said ello back…….
