#613 wigs

[aritamargarita]

why couldn't u be Trish Stratus 💔💔just put on a blonde wig make it work 💔

what makes you think im not trish?? woah! it’s time to rock n rollllll,,,,,,,😁…………

[londonvirginhair]

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[luvmeforyou]

Curious about transforming your 613 blonde wig into a chic ash blonde? This guide from Luvme Hair walks you through every step, from prepping the wig to achieving the perfect cool-toned look.

[goohair]

613 Blonde Straight Hair 4×4 Lace Closure Long Wigs - GooHair

613 Closure Wig, 4×4 Lace area at front, free part hair, can make side part, middle part. Transparent Lace, blends very well, match any skin tone. Pre Plucked Hair Line with Baby Hair, natural looking.

[girlwithnoface]

this years halloween costume contenders are:

carrie

miss piggy

garfield the cat

ghoulia

a bat

[houseofhairla]

HOUSE OF HAIR

[torontoshawtyy]

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[doryhairs]

Achieve Flawless Elegance with a 613 HD Lace Frontal Wig in the UK

Introduction

In the world of hair extensions and wigs, the 613 HD Lace Frontal Wig is a true game-changer. Its unmatched quality and realistic appearance have made it a go-to choice for those seeking the perfect hairstyle. And now, it's available in the UK! In this blog, we'll delve into the details of the 613 HD Lace Frontal Wig in the UK and why it's becoming a sensation in the world of beauty.

What Is a 613 HD Lace Frontal Wig?

A 613 HD Lace Frontal Wig is a premium hairpiece made from high-quality human hair, which allows you to achieve an incredibly natural and sophisticated look. The "613" in the name refers to the hair color, a stunning platinum blonde, while the "HD Lace" refers to the sheer, invisible lace used to create a seamless hairline. This combination ensures that the wig blends effortlessly with your own hair, making it virtually undetectable.

Why Choose a Lace Frontal Wig in the UK?

Lace frontal wigs have been taking the beauty world by storm for several reasons, and they're no less popular in the UK. Here's why they're the ideal choice:

Realistic Hairline: The lace frontal creates a natural-looking hairline, allowing you to part your hair in any direction. This realistic appearance is a game-changer for those who want to achieve a flawless and undetectable look.

Breathability: The lace used in these wigs is breathable, ensuring your scalp stays cool and comfortable even during extended wear. This is especially important during hot summer months or if you're prone to sweating.

Versatility: Lace frontal wigs offer the flexibility to style your hair as you please. You can experiment with different hairstyles, from updos to braids, without compromising the wig's natural appearance.

Durability: High-quality lace frontal wigs are made to last. When properly cared for, they can serve you well for an extended period, making them a cost-effective choice in the long run.

The 613 HD Lace Frontal Wig in the UK

The 613 HD Lace Frontal Wig in the UK has been gaining popularity for several reasons:

High-Quality Hair: These wigs are crafted from top-notch human hair, ensuring a silky, luxurious texture that's easy to manage and style.

Stunning Color: The platinum blonde shade (color 613) adds a touch of elegance and sophistication to your overall look. Whether you're attending a special event or looking to revamp your daily style, this color is a showstopper.

Customization: You can customize your 613 HD Lace Frontal Wig to meet your specific preferences. From the length to the density, you can have it tailored to suit your needs.

Invisible Lace: The HD lace is ultra-thin and nearly invisible against your skin, allowing for a seamless blend with your natural hairline.

Conclusion

The 613 HD Lace Frontal Wig in the UK is a remarkable choice for anyone who wants to elevate their style game. With its unmatched quality, realistic appearance, and versatility, it's a top pick for those in pursuit of a flawless, elegant look. Whether you're new to wigs or a seasoned pro, the 613 HD Lace Frontal Wig is a must-try, and it's now available in the UK to help you achieve your dream look with ease. Don't miss the opportunity to experience the magic of lace frontal wigs for yourself!

[jtthompson]

Gerbear with the brunette beardstache. So does he dye his hair or his beardstache? Which is funnier? Does Jaskier dye his hair brown (and gets a relaxer) and this is why he doesn't have blonde curls???

[f3mcelbambi]

serious topic but the masculinisation of black women when they have their natural hair hurts me a lot like why do i have to wear a 613 buss down wig to even feel like a girl and to feel feminine

i don’t want to feel like a boy when i go to uni i’m scared people are gonna think of me as one

[londonvirginhair]

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[moralesmilesanhour]

mad props! 04

summary: in the week leading up to the show, your grades begin to slip. whatever will you do... word count: 1820 a/n: hiii i rlly enjoyed writing this chapter bc some of the stuff in here has definitely happened to me lmao. if you feel up to it, reblog and tell me what your favorite song from any musical is in the tags! songs mentioned: 'Chip On My Shoulder' - Legally Blonde the Musical (Original Broadway Cast Recording) prev next

“Max, you’re a little flat, hun.”

The choir director pulled her shawl tightly around her as Max–the chosen casting for Emmett Forrest–ran through some of his sung lines for ‘Chip On My Shoulder’. 

The brown-skinned, dark-haired boy was an excellent actor; he breathed life into the words on the script and delivered them with all the earnestness and humor required to play Emmett. Hell, he even improvised his own jokes.

But he couldn’t hold a note to save his life. 

For some lines, Max could get away with half-singing, half-talking, but he was practically tone-deaf once the song got more involved. The choir director–Ms. Johnson–had to be called in to help get him somewhere that was at least within the ballpark of the correct pitch. His high notes remained painful to all present in the room, no matter what she did.

You huffed from your spot on the fake park bench, resisting the urge to scratch your scalp beneath the itchy wig. Everyone had heard the exact melody on the piano by now. Hear it, sing it. Like Spanish vocabulary, you couldn’t comprehend how people got that sort of thing wrong.

Harmonizing with Max went about as expected; you lost your place several times because of the distracting dissonance between your voice and his, like hearing a parrot and an eagle squawk at the same time.

Regardless, it was too late to recast Max now. He had a leading role with too many songs and lines to memorize. 

“Alright, take five!” the director yelled with a clap of her hands. 

A collective sigh could be heard as students dispersed for their well-earned water and bathroom breaks, the tension in the air dissipating. You stepped carefully off of the stage, when you heard a snicker in your direction.

Miles was in the middle of painting a cardboard sorority building in an obnoxious shade of hot pink, shaded with strokes of fuchsia and cyan that managed to work together somehow. You frowned at the fact that you couldn’t say anything bad about it.

The boy struggled to hold back a laugh, looking up as you stood over him with crossed arms.

“Something funny?”

Miles stood to meet your eyes, carelessly wiping bits of paint onto his pants.

“That frumpy-ass 613 wig you got on, for one,” he replied with a teasing grin. “Are you gonna wear that for the actual show?”

You rolled your eyes.

“No, for your information, I’m not. This is a placeholder wig,” you ripped it off of your head for emphasis. “Why are you even here, anyway? Don’t you got posters to make?”

In actuality, you knew about the art club lending some of its members to paint sets for the show. But you wanted to make sure Miles knew he was unwelcome.

“Just doin’ what I do best,” he shrugged. “You should be grateful for my sacrifice.”

You snorted, “What ‘sacrifice’?”

Miles jabbed his thumb behind him towards the left side of the stage, where Max was going over his lines. “I gotta listen to that nigga sing for over an hour. I’m sacrificing my time and my ears.”

Despite yourself, you laughed brightly at the comment, causing a more genuine smile to spread across Miles’ face. You looked pretty when you laughed.

“Oh my god, he sucks, right? Spent the whole damn song looking for the note.”

“Too late to replace him now, though. Show’s in two weeks.”

You nodded.

There was a brief pause before Miles asked, “So what made you sign up for theater? I was kinda surprised to see you on a stage.”

You gave him a wary look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” he raised both hands in defense, “You just seemed like more of the quiet type, that’s all.”

I signed up to avoid you, you thought, but didn’t say aloud; That would’ve given him the satisfaction of knowing that you thought about him that much.

Instead, you answered, “I used to do theater at my old school. Got the lead part most of the time, if you can believe it.”

There was an arrogance in your voice as you said that last bit that soured Miles’ expression. 

“I believe you, no need to convince me,” he said flatly. “Legally Blonde’s an interesting choice, though.”

You shrugged, “The part really lets me show my voice off, so...”

“Showin’ off,” Miles muttered beneath his breath, “Sounds like you.”

“Excuse me?”

Before you could start to argue, his eyes went wide, like he’d just heard a noise that no one else could hear.

“It was really nice talking to you, Y/N, but I gotta go,” he said, spinning on his heel and bolting towards the auditorium door. “Watch my stuff for me!”

Your jaw dropped in offense. Was he allowed to just bail on a club activity like that? And with the gall to ask you to watch his things for him. You totally did, though.

Once you got home, your feet throbbed and your muscles ached from all of the choreography. You were just barely out of your school uniform when you decided to lie down for a quick nap. Or what you thought was a ‘quick nap’.

The blaring of your alarm made your heart jump as your eyes flew open, half of your face damp with drool. The early morning washed over your room in a pale blue shade, and the sight would’ve relaxed you if not for the sudden realization that you weren’t in your pajamas.

You shot up, wiping the side of your face with your sleeve. Your Spanish and AP Physics notebooks were still strewn across your bed, along with several worksheets that had remained blank. Unfinished.

…Oh no.

Your heart was practically in your throat when you explained to Mr. Sanchez why you didn’t have any homework for him to collect. 

The man noticed your glassy eyes, and held up a reassuring hand in the middle of your frantic explanation.

“That’s fine, it happens,” he said gently, “Just bring in the missing work tomorrow, and it’ll only be ten points off. Don’t make it a habit.”

He adjusted his glasses, and returned to grading the pile of worksheets on his desk as you trudged back to your desk, a pit forming in your stomach over those precious ten points.

“You good?” Miles asked as you sat down, concern coloring his features. He ran a finger over a small band-aid on his right temple. “You look like you’re about to cry.”

You buried your face in your arms on the desk.

“Nunya.”

He sighed, “I dunno why I even asked.”

Unfortunately for both you and Mr. Sanchez, missing assignments did, in fact, become a habit. 

You began to spend more time lingering in the auditorium after everyone had left, practicing your line delivery. Adding little details, like extra hair flips or twirls. The spirit of Elle Woods had practically taken over your body.

You got home later and later into the evening, sometimes flopping down onto your bed and falling asleep before your head could even hit the pillow. This new ‘habit’ had you scribbling down vocab words and formulas in a frenzy, balancing your notebook on your lap on the bumpy bus ride to school. The flashcards that you had made for Mr. Sanchez’s class were now sitting untouched at the bottom of your bag.

By Friday, it landed you in front of his desk for office hours after you received your very first ‘F’. 

“As you’ve probably noticed, Y/N, your grades have fallen a significant amount in a very short period of time, and I’m a little concerned,” Sanchez slid your weekly grade report towards you and placed his finger on your Spanish grade. “What’s going on? This is very unusual for a student like you.”

Your sweaty fingers clutched the sides of your seat as you stared down at the report. How did you let it get this bad? Elle Woods would never.

“I-I just…”

You shook your head. “I’ve just been busy with extracurriculars and stuff, so assignments slip my mind sometimes.”

“You’re having trouble balancing them with your schoolwork?”

“Yeah, basically,” you leaned forward, looking desperate. “Can I still re-take that quiz? I didn’t really get to study, and–”

“Oh! That’s actually what I called you in for, one second.”

Sanchez rose from his seat, and made his way over to the door.

“You know about our Study Buddy system, yes?”

You nodded slowly, skeptically. “Am I getting a ‘Study Buddy’?”

“Pre-cisely. Come in!”

He opened the door, and you almost groaned audibly at the lanky figure that appeared at the entrance.

Miles entered with a friendly smile on his face that dropped the second his eyes landed on you.

“Oh. You.”

The Spanish teacher sat back down and gestured towards him.

“Miles here is both a native speaker and beyond proficient in this class. He was so kind as to sign up for the program, so I thought it might be nice to pair him up with someone in the same period.”

Shocked into silence, you were unable to say anything other than a quiet “Okay” as you stared blankly in front of you.

Study buddies. With the guy who didn’t even study. This had to be some kind of sick joke.

“He’ll be giving up a bit of his lunch time to tutor you in my classroom. I’d also highly recommend you two study with each other after school as well, if you can make the time. Sound good?”

“Yes,” you both said in miserable unison. 

“Well, that’s all,” Sanchez waved his hand. “You’re both dismissed. Have a lovely weekend!”

“You too!” you smiled tightly as you got up and made a beeline for the door, nearly bumping into Miles as you did so. 

Your weekend would be anything but ‘lovely’.

You fixed Miles with a glare as soon as you got out into the hallway.

“I’m not giving up my lunch period for you,” you yell-whispered. “I hope you know that.”

He took a step towards you and fired back, “Neither of us have a choice, your highness. If we’re not both up here during lunch, I get in trouble, and you gotta take the L and fail this class.”

“I’d rather fail, then. I don’t give a fuck.”

“Oh?” he laughed mirthlessly. “You were in tears over a damn ‘89’. Makes no difference to me, but I think you do give a fuck.”

You opened your mouth to shoot back a rebuttal, then closed it. Miles raised an eyebrow.

“I’m lying?”

“...No.”

Miles leaned forward until he was only inches away from your face. “Then cooperate. Or we both lose.”

You sighed in defeat, “Fine.”

He nodded curtly, then left to go grab his things from his locker.

In a forced attempt at courtesy, you called out towards his back, “See you next week–”

“Whatever!”

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[lovedovechels]

Natural: A journey of acceptance

In January of this year, when I took down my passion twists, I was shocked by how uncomfortable and ugly I felt in my natural hair. This feeling was, let's be honest, insane. Why was I uncomfortable in the hair that God had blessed me with? The hair that grew from my scalp?  I was being weird and needed to do some introspection! As I began to wonder, I realized I had grown accustomed to seeing myself in everything but my natural hair. I was used to knotless box braids in shades 144, 530, and 613. I flaunted myself in curly wigs that emulated looser textures than my own. I spent hours with wobbly arms and sore fingertips meticulously parting my hair for mini passion twists and faux locs, and the minute these protective styles had run their course I took them out and redid them. No break between styles and certainly no rest for my natural strands.   

Something to note: When I refer to protective styles I am talking about those with added hair. 

I was so seasoned to ‘protective style Chels’ that ‘natural hair Chels’ was a version of me to be hidden away. I borderline idolized myself in ‘protective styles.’ This just wouldn't do. I decided to wear only my natural hair for the first half of 2024- no protective styles (with added hair), no dyeing or straightening, and no blow-drying. It was going to be just me and my coils against the world. This was my journey to self-acceptance.  

The first month was the hardest, I was afraid of people seeing my hair in its natural state after seeing me with protective styles majority of 2023. Also, I had no effective wash day routine. I didn't know how to properly manage my coils. I researched and experimented with different products and techniques that made my hair more manageable and healthier. Slowly I formulated a routine that worked for me. I created my own hair oils using coconut and rosemary oil. I deep conditioned every wash day; I trimmed my ends when needed; instead of blow-drying, I air-dried my hair; I applied my products in an order best-suited for me; and then I styled my hair into mini-twist, braids, or cornrows (all without any added hair). Additionally, I tried different natural hairstyles and found the ones I felt the prettiest and most confident wearing.  

I persevered through these six months and now I love my natural hair and admire myself in the various styles I wear. I also received more compliments on my natural hair than on protective styles. 

As I write this, it is currently July and I have no desire to get a protective style. I`m not saying that I`ll never rock a protective style again but I can confidently say that if I do, it won`t be to hide away my natural hair but just something fun and new. I no longer rely on protective styles as my go-to and can therefore enjoy them whenever I desire. 

I must emphasize that there is nothing wrong with protective styles. These styles are time-saving and convenient. Refraining from these styles was my way of gaining self-acceptance and confidence and becoming in my natural hair. It's all about finding what makes you feel self-assured, confident, and comfortable so do whatever works for you- whether it's your natural hair or protective styles. 

[asoftenderlove]

These 613 wigs in House of the Dragon are killing me

[houseofhairla]

HOUSE OF HAIR LA