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HALLOWEEN/FALL STARTERS ! 🎃

IRISES RISE UP FROM HER OWN ARTWORK in order to gander at Dorothy’s finished product. In comparison to some of the others, it seemed rather simple at best but Morticia smiled in a way that displayed an admirable impression. The more traditional style of carving a jack-o-lantern could easily be considered favorable, but Dorothy managed to make it her own. Which Morticia naturally appreciated. ❝ Very frightening, my dear! Magnifique! Now all that’s left is the candle. ❞ Setting down her own pumpkin beside the others — hers having a sort of downward faced smile with sharp points for teeth — she proceeded to take initiative of placing the candles into each one that seemed all together complete. ❝ There. Come now, let’s set these all along the graveyard. I’m certain our ancestors will be horrified by them. ❞

halloween/fall starters ! - ( ACCEPTING. )

“Paint pumpkins? What do you have in mind, Dorothy?” He could never be sure about the thoughts the child sometimes had. Just because she was partaking in the pumpkin carving and decorating didn’t mean that she had the same ideas as them. For all he knew, she was planning on painting the pumpkin something cute.

you’re not a dumbass! i’ve never publicly meta’d about it, though i’ve thought about it. leroy’s abuse, in front of others, was very subtle? i would call them micro aggression. one too many passive aggressive comments throughout the evening that makes things *slightly* “uncomfortable” for company, but not enough to question if anything is seriously wrong. not paying attention to dolores while she’s talking about something important to her – he’s rolled his eyes, he’s changed the subject immediately after. 

tbh leroy was? already somewhat patronizing to dolores even before the war, but in a way that would considered “standard” for the time period, or “harmless” (even though it isn’t, of course). if she ever expressed interest in a hobby/job outside the home, he would call her silly, and tell her she didn’t need to involve herself in anything outside the household – she had the luxury of never having to work, unlike so many families less fortunate. 

this is a very good question ! i’ve talked about the style of make-up / hair that was popular for women in the 40′s, but let’s go into dolores’s routine. because ho-ly shit. it’s … lengthy. it takes up a couple hours of her morning, and honestly thank god dolores is a naturally early riser, because otherwise, you probably wouldn’t see her downstairs until the morning was almost over.

so to start with, dolores pin curls her hair over night. not every night, but after she washes her hair, she puts in her curlers. they’re typically left in for like, eleven or twelve hours. dolores also is one of those people that brushes their hair one hundred times in a sitting. even thinking about trying it makes my arm tired, but dolores does this almost every night. 

this doesn’t fall into the category of either hair or makeup, but it does involve skin care, so i figure i’ll add in it anyway. like many women of the time, dolores uses cold cream as a cleanser for her face, as well as a makeup remover. she also occasionally dabbles in using baby oil as a moisturizer, and she exfoliates twice a week. this girl has glowing skin, frankly. #filters who ?

now to makeup. so usually dolores does hers in the morning, and then reapplies it before going out during the day. her makeup routine is pretty simple: red lipstick, light eye shadow, mascara, and light rouge. she sets her makeup with press powder before going out and bam. long lasting coverage during the day.

if all of this sounds like an extraordinary amount of time to spend on hair and makeup … it is tbh. dolores is someone that wants to look her best all of the time, because she fears judgment from other people. so she goes to these lengths like – brushing her hair 100 times in a night and doing her makeup twice, just so she feels “pretty enough” to be okay in a public setting. 

fuck, even in a private setting: dolores goes to these lengths even if she’s just going to be at home all day. 

"It may seem confusing, but I think you’ve already made up your mind.” The golf ball hurtles through the air, smacking off a tree in the distance and bouncing along a dirt trail. “It’s rare for it to be a phase and if your thoughts have been this way for that long, then it isn’t one.” He didn’t intend for his response to sound so casual and obvious. In no way was he talking down to the child.

“You are allowed to like girls in a way that goes beyond mere friendship.” While it was true that it still wasn’t considered acceptable by many in society, what did it matter? Everyone participated in different lifestyles and had various preferences. That was all there was to it. After another swing of his club, he sends the next ball into the swamp. He smiles at the mental image of Oedipus and Jocasta fighting over who got to chomp on it.

“You like girls, Dorothy and that’s okay.” If his dearly deceased parents had been here, they surely would have raised their eyebrows at this topic of conversation. That wasn’t to say that they had been homophobic in life. Traditional, yes, but his family had always been accepting of those who could be considered outcasts. He and Morticia had taken it a step further and had destroyed many of those older traditions.

“You can like girls, boys, both, or nobody at all. All of those options are acceptable.” He finally turns to smile at her, cigar hanging from his fingers. “Now, if you have a girl in mind, go talk to her! You never know; she might like you, too.”

“Sorry if it’s a bit itchy.” Neville mumbles as he rummages through his old crate in search for a jumper for Dorothy to put on.  “Most clothes Gran’s gotten for me are a bit itchy.”

Neville’d offered to lend his friend one of his jumpers after noticing that she frequently folded her arms over her chest.  Is the morning air too crisp? He asks himself as his hands find a light teal jumper.  Just as he suspected, it was a bit scratchy.  Oh, he hoped Dorothy didn’t mind!  As he stood with the large jumper in hand Neville’s ears turned pink with embarrassment.  Hopefully it wasn’t too itchy. .

“Is this all right?  It probably won’t look fashionable over a dress but it’ll at least keep you warm.” He sounds a bit down, anxious: He’s obviously stuck in his head, worrying about the itchiness of the jumper.