American greasers hang out in the park. The greaser subculture began in the 1950s with the advent of rock and roll and era was comprised largely of rebellious, working-class youths obsessed with hot rods and music. The name greaser came from their greased-back hairstyle, which involved combing back hair with, wax, tonics or pomade.
i think i just had an orgasm.
It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.
But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.
And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.
Oh my. My makeup today was similar to this. I must have been channeling my still-living spirit animal Beth Ditto.
And some tools that I found you MUST have if you’re wanting to make your handmade stuff look a bit more professional. LOTS of stuff under the cut, but didn’t want to clog up your dash with it all!
“Wait…a Muggle healer? What do you need to see one of those for?”
“Isn’t St. Mungo’s good enough? You’re not dying or anything, are you?”
“For Merlin’s sake, Ron, I already told you-”
“I don’t get it. What do you need a Muggle healer-“
“What d’ya need a doctor for that St. Mungo’s can’t help you with?”
“Ron…we’re having a baby.”
YES OMG YES I ACCEPT THIS HEADCANON