- 5 days ago
Baro’t Saya - Maria Clara dress
okay I’m fairly sad at the lack of posts and pictures featuring this dress. Honestly guys! the Baro’t Saya is gorgeous and it’s modern renditions are amazing.
For those that don’t know the Baro’t Saya is a traditional Filipino blouse and skirt for women. (this version is called the Maria Clara) It’s made traditionally of pina cloth, which is cloth made of pineapples, though modern renditions vary in material. It’s worn during religious celebrations, formal events and occasional festivals! It’s pretty versatile as you can see so it can come in a million variations!
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- 5 days ago
The weeping demon
DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO FIND THE REBLOG BOTTON AND FOMD TEH RIGHT LETTER S ON A KEYBOARD TO SHARE THIS AND GIVE YOU \ALL BAD DREAMS LIKE IMMA HAVE TNOGHT
GANK IT AND DON’T BLINK
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- 5 days ago
My mother says that fanfiction doesn’t count as reading because “it isn’t nearly as good as the stuff that’s published. You’re not going to find something online that will win a Booker Prize.”
Please reblog if you count fan fiction as reading, or if the fanfiction you’ve read is equally as good as published novels. I want to see the figures.
*crushes mouse while hitting reblog button*
- 6 days ago
so while walking around New York City and interviewing people for a friend’s anthropology project, I met Dylan and Cole Sprouse.
we went into a diner to stop for lunch and they were sitting a few tables away from us. so i asked really awkwardly if i could ask them a few questions for our project while they waited for their food, and they invited me to sit down with them.
they immediately launched into a sarcastic, rapid-fire, back-and-forth banter that i could hardly keep up without laughing my ass off. it was awesome. they were awesome. dear tumblr i just want to tell you that i sat down in a diner with the Sprouse twins and they were absolutely awesome.
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- 1 week ago
So, last night, I was getting ready to go out with my boyfriend to a dance at my school (which was cancelled due to lack of ticket sales) and, I had a nice black vest and a nice white shirt, and my uncle had just came home the other day from the mine (my uncle is homophobic and he has abused me many times throughout my child hood) and when I had came out of my room to show my memere how nice I looked, my uncle was in the room that i thought my grandma/memere would be in (she was downstairs doing laundry), and he asked me why I wasnt wearing a dress.
my memere and dad both know that I am transgendered and they respect that, however, my uncle does not, and he did not know.
so I decided to sit down and tell him the truth.
he listened carefully and quietlly through all of it, but at the end of my explanation he had said, “I didn’t raise you to be fucked up.”
I agreed, I am a huge mess, I have been for years, but my sexuality and gender identity is not a fuck up, so I argued with him.
he got to a point where, after so many months of piece, he slapped me.
and threw me to the ground and kicked me in the stomach, of course I had puked, and it hurt, a lot.
he grabbed me by the shirt and asked me, “are you a girl”, I said no, my sex is female, but my gender is male..and he dragged me to his room.
he once had a big dog, and he made that dog wear an eletrical dog collar, and weve always kept it in his room, because we dont need it (my uncle killed the dog), he threw me onto the bed and said,” ill ask you one more time, are you a girl” I said no.
held grabbed my wrist, and held onto it tightly, I have a bruise from how tight he was grabbing it, and he pulled out the dog collar, threw me back onto the bed, sat on me, and put the collar on me… then he began yelling, are you a girl, you are a girl, are you a girl, you are a girl, and my response of course was no, no, no, I am male, I am male.
whenever I said that, he would shock me, and it was /hell/.
I was screaming, which only caused the shocks to get worse and worse, and then he said, “do you want to find out how faggots have sex!?” of course I already know this, but still I said no no no no stop stop stop.
my memere had finally heard me and came rushing to the bedroom, and tried to make my uncle stop, but he pushed her down, and thanked god she was okay.. since shes very fragile and all.
she then ran back to the stairs to call up my dad, and oh boy did he run.
he ran up stairs and shoved my uncle away from me and started fighting with him, yelling, punching, kicking, and such so on.
my memere got the collar off of me and brought me into her room, and after my dad and uncle were done fighting, my uncle had grabbed the things he needed and left, shouting a few insults at us.
we called the police today, but they cant find him.
we dont have money for a lawyer, all we have is a counsellor, im not going to ask for money, all I ask for is support.
I dont know what this will do, but please spread this around, this has affected me and family members greatly. I was taken to a hospital today to check if there was any damage on my insides that we dont know of and thankfully there was no damage, just scarring, emotionally and physically. i had a horrifying nightmare relating to this as well.
If you have abused somebody, raped somebody, insulted somebody, in any way possible, I hope this can somehow change your way of heart, and realize how much this can horrify a person, and ruin their lives. it made my life 97x worse than it already is.
If you don’t reblog this that’s okay, but I hate you and you are wrong
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- 1 week ago
I’m pretty sure every man has wondered what it would be like to be a woman, if only for a day or a few hours. What it would be like to walk in heels, to wear a skirt, what a bra would feel like, how women make sense of the baffling assortment of products called “makeup”, and more importantly: what it would feel like to experience the infamous “period”.
So far, drag queens have been the only ones to have the balls to actually emulate the experience of being the opposite gender. With tucking their genitals back to give the illusion of having a vagina, putting on inane amounts of panty hose and padding their hips, chests and butts to achieve a womanly silhouette, wearing wigs that both defy gravity and look beautiful, and of course, and doing their makeup to completely reshape their faces into that of a woman’s. Then, head to the nightclub to perform whatever schtick they have up their sleeves. They could lip-sync to the hits of the divas of the 80’s and 90’s, dance or host the show with sharp wit and sarcastic humor. I could go into a whole spiel about art of drag and the history of it but that’s for another piece.
So one day, while I was home alone watching “RuPaul’s Drag Race” (a reality TV show where 13 drag queens compete to win $100,000) and I thought to myself: “I wonder what it would feel like to be a drag queen for a day?” As a makeup enthusiast, I already had the materials to paint my face, a cheap woman’s wig from a past school project, and some heels I could probably squeeze my feet into. A couple of makeup tutorials and a few moments of self-doubt later, I decided that this was a thing that was going to happen.
Thirty minutes later, I was doing my face and getting in drag for the first time. I applied my foundation, contoured my cheeks and nose, and highlighted my face in key areas, noting how with each step, I was closer and closer to looking like a beautiful lady… How a new persona was coming through with each layer of makeup. After drawing on a fine arched eyebrow with my real eyebrows blocked out with gluestick and concealer, my eyeshadow as glamorously campy as I could make it, making my eyeliner as solid and thick as Beyoncé’s booty and thighs, 3 pairs of full, lush false eyelashes, my lips looking nice and full, done up in a juicy cherry red and topped off with a pink gloss, After the final step, putting on my wig (which was stuffed with newspaper for extra volume) I gasped at myself in the mirror, whispering: “… I’m a woman!”
Not just any woman either, a really pretty one too! However there was only one crucial step left… The infamous “tucking”. Now tucking is consists of a man moving around and tucking back his parts “down there” to give the illusion of having no penis, and in as much as I would want to go into detail by awkward detail of how I tucked my balls back for the first time with my underwear and some duct tape, I doubt any of you will be comfortable with me giving that personal of an account…
Moving on, after I tucked my genitals back, I put on a jacket in such a way that it fit like a tube dress, cinched my waist with a wide belt and put on a long skirt, as well as a pair of heels… The transformation was complete! I was a voluptuous curvy woman, with legs to die for, an enviable derrière and a radiant beautiful face.
I stayed like that for a full 8 hours, eating, watching shows, lip-syncing to the songs blaring out of the radio and cleaning the house in full drag. I would have stayed in it longer had my family not come home so early and I had to hastily throw off the heels and pull off my dress so I could wash my face off in a panic and then returning not longer than 7 minutes later, back to being a regular boy.
As I went back into my room to clean up themess of de-dragging, all I could think to myself was: “I can’t wait until I’m home alone again so I could put it all this on again.”