A short post on the most underrepresented eye color in fiction and the most common eye color in the world.
Shades of Brown
- Inky black
Things that are Shades of Brown
- Whiskey/beer (gold)
- Wood (range from light brown to black)
- Chocolate (mid to dark brown)
- Coffee (pale gold to black)
- Henna (reddish brown)
- Bronze (light brown)
- Afternoon sunlight (gold)
- Obsidian (black)
- Animals (and their eyes)
- Earth (wet earth = dark brown, red clay = reddish brown, wet sand = light brown)
- Ink (black)
- Topaz gemstone (orange to dark brown)
- Leather (mid to dark brown)
- Autumn or winter: Brown, an earth tone, is closely associated with dead plants, which are brown and not very romantic. You can link this to the smell of woodsmoke, bark, or new snow; the taste of frost or hot chocolate; the sight of bare branches and southward-flying birds; the touch of warm sweaters or rake handles; the sound of crunching leaves or fire crackling.
- Earth: Again, brown is an earth tone. You can link this to petrichor, the smell of flowers, animals, or water; the taste of crisp cold air or freshwater; the sight of fresh soil, stones, bark, or a low-slung, comfortable cabin; the touch of rain, leather, dirt, or fur; the sound of birds calling, rain falling, plants rustling
- Alcohol: Most liquor is gold or brown. You can link this to the smell of alcohol and a well-packed bar; the taste of ice, glass, garnish, and alcohol; the sight of a polished bar, a half-empty glass/mug, and the shotgun resting below the bar; the touch of a mild buzz, an arm through yours, or the mild jostling as you find a barstool; and the sound of barroom buzz, a pool table, jazz music, and pouring drinks.
- Animals: Many animals - predator and prey - have brown or golden eyes. You can link this to the smell of (wet) fur; the taste of cold wind, blood, or plants; the sight of moving branches, unblinking eyes, feathers shining in the sun, and fur ruffling in the breeze; the touch of the ground beneath your bare feet, branches whipping along beside you, and the weather; and the sounds of panting/breathing, or soft footfalls or wing beats.
- Material: Brown is a tactile color, bringing with it the touch of copper or velvet or hemp or satin in addition to the hue. You can link this to the smell of metal, wet fabric, or hemp; the taste of blood (sometimes described as coppery) or champagne at a luxurious event; the sight of a richly decorated bed, a burnished weapon or set of buttons, or a lovely gown; the touch of cold metal, soft velvet, or course fur; and the sounds of rubbing fur, rustling fabric, and chiming metal.
- Blackness: This is for all the very dark-eyed people out there who appear not to have irises at all. You can link this to the smell of a cold night or of rock; the taste of regret, lies, or red wine; the sight of raven’s wings, obsidian, flickering shadows, mourners at a funeral, coals, and endless pits; the sensation of being about to fall into a hole, the secret thrill of illicit behavior, nothingness, warmth, or compelling mystery; and the sounds of murmured conversations, rustling feathers, and drowsiness.
Descriptions for Brown Eyes: Other
- crystal-thimble: deep and velvety
- extremeflamingo: October eyes
- zomborgs: golden brown, like the afternoon sun shining through a glass of whiskey
- gsaxby: your eyes are like freshly melted chocolate
- just-a-writer: the colour of coal moments before the earth turns it into a diamond
- rossdittman: tree bark, dark wood, mountain rock, dark leather
- tane-p: i love it when brown eyes are compared with the colors of coffee or honey
- vikinghans: pebble brown, the haze of bark, a shade of sooty cocoa
- cailincasta: my best friend tells me my eyes are like an intense golden brown kaleidoscope. Buttered chocolate with darker rays fanning out around the bottomless pit of an iris, swirled with caramel crescent moons and trapped by a thick, hazy, black limbal ring.
- lightlybow: I, personally, like the terms “honey” or “molasses” because it indicates depth and warmth and familiarity
- moonjade65: Their eyes were like brown pebbles smoothed slowly by the trickle of a stream.
- that-one-fandom-chick: his eyes reminded me of the hot chocolate I would drink as a kid during winter. A deep, rich, chocolate color.
- aprincessdoesntimplyfragility: El sol bañaba sus ojos color caoba y los hacía aún más cálidos, del color chocolate con leche y la tierra fresca y fértil (translation: the sun bathes your eyes in chestnut, augmenting the color of chocolate with milk and fresh, fertile land)
- musings-of-a-writer: amber or cognac
- ultracoal: brown like a June bug
- marlynnofmany: he hadn’t seen brown eyes gloe before, but hers did - like morning sunlight on the bark of a redwood tree.
- katsumiri: her eyes are too clear to be a real brown, too milky to be a real chocolate
- marquis-shax: sunshine through a glass of whiskey
- ghostoyevsky: copper-colored
- vaulteddoors: she had eyes the colour of a night at the bar: hardwood floors and 4am ale
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White privilege is your history being taught as a core class and mine being taught as an elective.
please let them know.
white privilege is your history being taught as a core class, and mine being banned because it would promote "the overthrow of the U.S. government, foster racial resentment, and advocate ethnic solidarity.
What kills me is that white people think resenting white people is bad? Like um,1) that’s not even remotely whats happening 2) have you seen white supramacy?
But the gravity of this hit me when they banned it on the grounds of “ethnic solidarity”. If this isn’t divide and conquer tactics I don’t know what to tell ya
in which Totoro boops Mana Ashida on the head.
Japanese child actress Mana was embarrassed that she couldn’t pronounce Guillermo Del Toro’s name so he gave her special permission to call him “Totoro-san” instead.
OMG HE’S TOTORO
NEVER NOT REBLOG GUILLERMO DEL TOTORO
There is nothing I don’t love about this.
basically what happened
Little moments you might have missed.
The way they are still holding hands, even after the lights have appeared. Also, the way Aang just looks at her, and doesn’t take his eyes off her, even as she starts to look away.
This also contains one of my favourite mini moments ever which is the fact they are not holding hands when they lean into kiss. But once they lights come on they interlace their fingers.
Piccadilly (Ewald André Dupont, 1929)
He is so perfect.
If you’re on Twitter, you should be following this man. Whether or not you’ve read any of his work.