I remember someone posted an article once about how during victorian times i think the tuberculosis “look” became the new beauty ideal for women, like unhealthily skinny, pale skin, glowing (with sweat due to fever), rosy cheeks, etc and i for real think about that almost every day because its like. We never had a chance lmao
DUDE I DID A WHOLE PAPER ON THIS. It was a huge Romantic fad for both men and women. It was considered specifically the poet’s disease (the umbrella “artist’s disease” was syphilis, so many composers had it holy shit, it was probs why Beethoven went deaf) and women and poets were seen as especially susceptible because of their sensitivity specifically, not necessarily miasma. It got to the point of popularity where a good poet and handsome man were both consumptive that none other than Lord Byron once wrote to a friend that he wished he had it cause then he would get all the ladies. Alexandre Dumas wrote about the same thing when he was remembering his youth in Paris. This wasn’t just England, it was all over Western Europe. (Also fun to look at: the treatments and prescriptions given by doctors to cure tb, I ended up banging my head against the wall when I was researching it)
hi. i dont usually respond to posts like this but like. whats your fucking problem. how are you just gonna take this historical fact that beauty standards glorify this “ideal” body that actually in reality can be the result of a devastating illness or otherwise just malnourishment or illness in general and use that for your au of kylo fucking ren. who do you think you are im so pissed off right now
*inhales deeply, tries to not send a FICTION ISN’T REALITY XOXO reply*
hi, i don’t usually respond to posts like this but like. you went totally out of your way to annoy me and try to accuse me of ED apologism, what is SERIOUS AS HELL and completely IMPOSSIBLE to justify
“whats your fucking problem” you accusing me of making ED apologism bc i like romanticism and its aesthetics
“how are you
just gonna take this historical fact that beauty standards glorify this “ideal” body that actually in reality can be the result of a devastating illness or otherwise just malnourishment or illness in general and use that for your au of kylo fucking ren
“ BECAUSE MY AU OF KYLO FUCKING REN [i liked that, gonna use that] IS SET ON THE ROMANTIC PERIOD and yeah, he pretty much fits the stereotype
“
who do you think you are” an artist/ficwriter who enjoys his historical accuracy, enjoys his personal preferences and ENJOYS KNOWING FICTION ISN’T REALITY, a thing you clearly don’t know
im sorry you have to deal with an ED, but please, stay the fuck away of my historical fiction.
ok. i had to look this up, because this seems just too ridiculous. and wiki does not disappoint: “…
the hognose snake will often roll onto its back and play dead with its mouth open and tongue lolling, going as far as to emit a foul musk from the cloaca.
Emission of cloacal musk is considerably less likely than in many other
species. If the snake is rolled upright while in this state, it will
often roll over again as if to insist that it is really dead.”
ultimately i think kindness is the most radical thing you can do with your pain and your anger. it’s like, you take everything awful that’s ever been done to you, and you throw it back in the world’s teeth, and you say no, fuck you, i’m not going to take this. you say this is unacceptable. you say that shit stops with me.
humans are fucking terrible and this awful world we live in will fucking kill you but if you are kind, if you are brave and clever and try really hard, you can defy it. you can impose on this bleak and monstrous structure something beautiful. even if it’s temporary. even if it doesn’t heal anything inside you that’s been hurt.
i’m gonna sleep and i’m gonna wake up and i swear by everything in this deadly horrible universe i’m gonna make someone happy.
i’ve seen a number of comments and tags where people feel that they must swallow or repress their anger in order to engage in kindness. that is not at all what i am recommending here. radical kindness is an expression of anger. it is not passive. it is not repressive. it does not require you, in any way, to forgive those that have fucked you up. it does not require you to be quiet.
it just requires that you be kind. viciously. vengefully. you fight back. you plant flowers. give to charity. play games. pet someone’s dog. scream into the dark. paint and write and dance, tell jokes, sing songs, bake cookies. you have been hurt and you don’t have to deny that hurt. you just have to recognize it in other people, and take their hand, and say: no more. enough. fuck this. no more.
have a cookie.
i will say this again: we are all going to die. the universe is enormous and almost entirely empty. to be kind to each other is the most incredible act of defiance against the dark that i can imagine.
it just requires that you be kind. viciously. vengefully.
Bolding for emphasis. Because I am angry at the state of the world right now, so very angry. And I am trying to channel that anger into helpful, kind actions.
Pass Through Fire 