#curtain bang wig

[babycrownengineer]

How to Fix Badly Cut Curtain Bangs?

Because of their easy elegance and ability to frame the face, curtain bangs have gained popularity as a hairstyle. But far than being a fashion accessory, poorly trimmed curtain bangs might be a source of annoyance. Don't worry if your curtain bangs are uneven or unattractive. This tutorial will show you how to repair improperly trimmed curtain bangs and restore their gorgeous appearance. 

Typical errors when cutting curtain bangs. 

Unequal lengths: It might appear unbalanced if one side is longer than the other. 

Too thick or thin: Bangs may seem too dense or sparse because to improper sectioning. 

Blunt edges: Rather of blunt cuts, curtain bangs should have delicate, feathery edges. 

Wrong angles: Rather than framing the face, incorrect angles might cause the bangs to fall awkwardly. 

Too short: Bangs that are cut too short may take longer to grow out and restrict style possibilities. 

Step-by-step guide to repairing uncomfortable curtain bangs. 

Evaluate the harm.

Examine your bangs carefully before making any changes. Determine the precise issue: Are they too short? Uneven? Too thick? Knowing the problem will help you choose the best course of action for resolving it. 

Blending and trimming.

The necessary tools are: 

A pair of sharp haircutting scissors. 

Comb. 

Sectioning clips. 

Steps: 

Split the bangs: To make the central area clean, use a comb. To keep the remainder of your hair out of the way, clip it back. 

Trim small parts of hair: Start by trimming little parts from the longer side of the bangs if they are uneven. You can always take more off later, so always cut less than you think you'll need. 

The ends should be feathered: To get a softer, more feathery effect, hold the scissors vertically and cut tiny snips into the ends of the bangs. 

Combine with the hair around you: Take little parts and make gentle snips toward the scalp to thin out heavy bangs, being careful not to go overboard. 

Adjusting for thickness.

If your bangs are very thick, think about these tips: 

Thinning out:  

To minimize bulk while preserving overall style, use thinning shears. 

Cut softly with thinning shears, paying special attention to the center and lower parts, then comb through the bangs. 

Re-sectioning:  

Take another look at how your bangs are divided. If you want to make your hair thinner, you may need to draw part of it back into the main body. 

Using style to hide flaws.

Until your curtain bangs grow out, style can cover up little flaws. 

Blow-drying:  

To softly bend the bangs away from the face, use a round brush and blow dryer. 

Use a mild mousse or style cream to maintain the style. 

Flat iron curls:  

Give your bangs a little wave using a flat iron to help them blend in better with the rest of your hair. 

Twisting or braiding:  

If your bangs are excessively short or uneven, think about twisting or braiding them back into your hair and pinning them in place while it grows out. 

Growing out bangs.

Growing your curtain bangs out gracefully can be the best course of action if they can't be fixed right away. 

Standard trimmings: 

To preserve shape and avoid split ends, schedule routine cuts every four to six weeks. 

Use an accessory: 

While your bangs are growing out, dress your hair with scarves, headbands, or clips. 

Healthy haircare routines: 

Avoid putting too much heat on your hair and use moisturizing shampoos and conditioners to keep it healthy. 

Curtain bang wigs. 

Curtain bang wigs are always a simple and quick approach to change or experiment with your appearance. These wigs provide a number of benefits. 

You can style as you want:  

Because curtain bang wigs are available in a range of colors, lengths, and styles, you may switch up your appearance without getting a haircut. 

Quick fix:  

A wig will instantly conceal an improperly trimmed bang while giving you a more put-together look. 

Require less maintenance:  

Compared to real hair, wigs require less care, which saves time on daily style. 

Experimentation:  

Before making a permanent alteration, try out several wig styles to see what kind of bangs look best on you. 

Protective style:  

By shielding your natural hair from excessive style and heat damage, wigs can encourage healthier hair development. 

How to style curtain bang wigs according to different face types? 

You may improve your overall appearance by styling curtain bang wigs to fit the contour of your face. The following advice relates to various face types: 

Oval face: 

An oval face looks good with practically every curtain bang design. You may try with different parting techniques and lengths. Particularly attractive are soft, layered bangs that frame the face. 

Round face: 

To give the appearance of longer hair, choose curtain bangs that are longer and sweep to the sides. This gives definition and lengthens the face. 

Square face: 

To soften powerful jawlines, go for curtain bangs with feathery, soft tips that fall below the cheekbones. More dimension can be added with a little curl or wave. 

Heart-shaped face: 

Use slightly longer bangs at the sides to balance a wider forehead and a smaller chin. This softens the forehead while highlighting the cheekbones and eyes. 

Long face:  

A long face might seem shorter with shorter curtain bangs that fall just below or around the eyebrows. To further equalize the proportions, add volume with curls or waves. 

Diamond face:  

Pay attention to curtain bangs that draw attention to the cheekbones. The natural angles of a diamond face are accentuated with medium-length bangs that slope towards the jawline. 

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Avoiding mistakes in the future. 

Use these tips to steer clear of badly trimmed curtain bangs in the future: 

Stylists for research: Select a hairdresser who has trimmed curtain bangs before. 

Unambiguous communication: Bring reference images, and make sure to express the length and style you want. 

Frequent upkeep: To maintain your bangs looking their finest, schedule routine cuts. 

In summary. 

Although repairing incorrectly trimmed curtain bangs may seem difficult, you may bring back their stylish appearance with perseverance and the appropriate methods. This article gives you the skills you need to control and perfect your curtain bangs, whether you decide to grow them out, style them, or cut them. Keep in mind that hair regrows and that every setback is a chance to improve your style. 

[unhinged-diaries]

Layers ,layers ,and lots of layers (+ curtain bangs)

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[saintofsacrilege]

aftg headcanons that are so real to me i forget they aren’t canon:

black dan and matt

korean american renee

ethnically ambiguous kevin

katelyn looking a lot like neil (red hair, blue eyes, facial structure, etc)

andrew has an eyebrow piercing

andrew paints his nails black

lactose intolerant twinyards

twinyards both have curtain bangs

neil purposefully mispronouncing french words to annoy kevin

neil randomly speaking to nicky in spanish and nicky going: “huh? 😃” (he has no idea what neil just said)

seth’s hairline being a literal straight line

renee having massive angel wings tattooed on her back

renee giving andrew a black cross for his birthday and him wearing it every single day in an alt, edgy way (it matches her silver one perfectly. yes they have best friend necklaces i decree it)

allison helping renee dye the ends of her hair and renee helping allison touch up her roots

allison and andrew developing a frenemies kinda thing

doll and her twink dynamics abounding (renee and andrew, allison and neil, allison and nicky)

allison and nicky becoming besties

dan wearing orange the most often out of all the foxes… until neil comes along. then they compete

neil and andrew constantly wearing each other’s jersey

nicky giggling whenever he sees kevin’s tattoo (his internal dialogue: yas queen skinny legend versace boots the house down slay queen hungry mama and oop daddy work charli xcx snatch my wig)

biromantic aspec kevin

queer renee

demiromantic andrew

[itsanerdlife]

Wicked Intentions21

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.

Warning: Violence. Language. Bullying. Girl Fights. Name Calling. Degrading Comments. Angst. Degrade of Woman (to a point). Criminal Life. Illegal Shit. Fights. Alpha Males. Stalking.

A/N: This is a Bully Romance. High School setting. Mafia Family Life. Woman are on a lower level than males in their world. Just a heads up. This is the third installment of the series. Bad Intentions, Cruel Intentions, and Wicked Intentions.

Credit: Huge shout out to @ml7010 for all the help, pushing, hyping up, putting up with my changes midway through. If it wasn't for this peach, y'all never would have gotten this series or nearly as far as I am now.

Stepping into the Stark house, music vibrates sounding like it’s coming from the back patio. The five of them exchange a look at the music.

“Is that,” Peter’s brow drops down.

“No.” Howie sweats.

“WAP.” Clint nods to the beat.

Buck pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. “Why do you know this song?”

Clint’s mouthing the words, as they move towards the cracked French doors leading to the patio. Curtains pulled back, giving them a view to the pool.

The girls are together. Gwen on a floaty. Bobbi sits on the edge of the pool. Wanda is in the water with a drink in hand, sunglasses on.

Becca and Y/N are standing the bar attached to the pool, only they’re rapping the song together. Gwen and Wanda hyping them up, Bobbi can’t breathe she’s laughing so hard.

“I don’t cook, I don’t clean but let me tell you how I got this ring.” Y/N and Becca hold their left hands up, flashing off their rings.

Y/N continues to make a drink while Becca continues the song.

“Gobble me, swallow me. Drip down the side of me. Quick, jump out before you let it get inside of me. I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I’m about to be. I run down on him before I have a” she pauses for a second “running me. Talk yo shit, bite yo lip. Ask for a car while you ride that dick.”

“She couldn’t have been a boy?!” Bucky groans.

“I could have lived all my life without that.” Steve sighs, hands on his hips.

“I think I’m having a stroke.” Clint rubs the side of his chest.

“No, I’m having a stroke.” Peter whines.

Y/N is holding her now filled glass in hand. Going off to the song playing still.

“Your honor, I’m a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes. Switch my wig, make him feel like he’s cheating. Put him on his knees, give him something to believe in.” Her hands move, fingers pointed, hips rocking.

“Never lost a fight, but I’m looking for a beating.” Gwen about spits her drink out, Wanda and Bobbi cheers to her. “In the food chain, I’m the one that eat ya. If he ate my ass, he’s a bottom feeder. Big D stands for Big Demeanor. I could make you bust before I ever meet ya. If it don’t hang, then he can’t bang. You can’t hurt my feelings, but I like pain.” She flexes her free arm, laughing.

“If he fucks me and asks, ‘whose is it?’ When I ride the dick, I’ma spell my name.” Her hands come up to her face, elbows at her middle, hips rolling.

The doors ripped open.

Peter is screaming “When did this become a WHORE house!?” At his sister. The music continues, but the girls are stock still, exchanging looks.

“Hi big brother!” Y/N laughs.

“Oh, my husbands’ home.” Gwen laughs from her floaty.

“There better be sunscreen on that belly.” Peter points at his wife.

Indeed, her belly rounding out is promptly baking in the sun. Bobbi grabs something from the side of the pool, tossing it to Wanda who turns quickly with it. Gwen’s hands go up, Wanda sprays side to side across her belly.

“You worry too much.” Y/N laughs.

“Are you drunk, Smalls?” Steve steps out of the house next.

“What?” Y/N grins, but she slightly sways on her feet.

Buck leans on the door frame watching her.

“Are you all drunk?” Clint looks over at Bobbi. Who’s wide eyed and pink in the face.

“Who?” They chirp together.

“Didn’t know we had owls.” Howie snorts.

“Not me!” Gwen holds up her cup.

The four girls turning looking at her. “Way to come out like the good wife.” Y/N scoffs at her sister.

“You’re not a wife.” Gwen gives a smart-ass sigh, sipping from her straw.

“Hell, no she ain’t.” Bucky laughs.

Gwen’s snarky smirk drops, she sticks her tongue out at him.

“Suck it.” Y/N sasses at her sister.

“If she’d done that in the first place, she wouldn’t be pregnant.” Bobbi comments slamming the rest of her cup.

“Hey!” Gwen gasps.

Y/N cackles loudly. “Fuck yes Bobbi!”

“Shut up newbie.” Gwen crinkles her nose at Bobbi. Bobbi winks at Gwen, blowing her a kiss.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Howie is trying to take both cups from his sister and Becca. “No. No more.” He goes to reach for his sisters. Only she smacks him in the side of the head with her other hand.

“No touchies.” She points a finger at him. He holds the side of his head.

“First of all. Ow.” He glares at his sister. “Second of all, you need to sober up.”

Y/N snickers, taking a large drink from the cup. “Says who?” She sasses, wiping the drink drippling down her chin.

“We need to talk, baby girl.” He watches her, smirking.

Her face goes slack. Handing her cup to Steve, who chuckles taking a drink from it. His eye twitches, which tells Bucky how strong of a drink it is.

“What happened? Did something change?” Her brown eyes wide.

Shaking his head knowing she’s worrying about the wedding. “No not that, something we need settled before then.” Peter cracks a water bottle from the bar, handing it to his baby sister.

“Should I get dressed?” she asks, downing the water in hand.

“Yes.” Howie and Peter sighs.

“Throw some bottoms on.” He smirks at her.

Pointing to her shorts on one of the chairs, Clint grabs them, bringing them over to her. She finishes her water, and steps into her shorts. He leads her over to the patio table off to the side, a little away from everyone else, under a gazebo.

“Did something happen?” she asks as she takes a seat. Steve slides her another water.

“The night at the warehouse, Pietro mentioned wanting to get into bed with us.” He settles in next to her. She nods as she takes a sip from the bottled water.

“We have a rule between us.” Peter explains. “When we got into business together.”

“What rule?” She asks softly.

“If you don’t agree, we don’t get into bed with another.” Steve tells her.

She chews her bottom lip, nodding slowly.

“We’ve told you before you’re the center of both of us. What we do, we do with you in mind. Working together we agreed to stick with that.” Howie nods.

“If you don’t agree working with Pietro, we don’t.” Clint shrugs.

“You will always know the workings of what we are doing, nobody will ever hang it over your head you aren’t in the know.” Bucky assures her.

“Working with the Maximoff’s, will it cause more trouble?” she asks.

They exchange a look. “Eddie won’t like it.” Peter admits, shrugging.

She sips her water for a moment. “Fuck Eddie, he’s this close to dying.” Her eyes roll.

Buck smirks, shrugging. “She’s not wrong.”

“Do we all agree with Smalls?” Steve wonders, looking around the table.

“On killing Eddie or working with Pietro?” Howie smirks.

“Both.” Bucky grins.

“Oh absolutely.” Peter smiles back.

“I’d love to kill him.” Clint chuckles.

“Guess we’re in bed with Pietro.” Steve glances over.

“Guess we are.” He nods.

“Hold on.” She puts her hand up, stopping them from moving. “Since when did all of you start calling me Smalls?” She glances around the table. “Except Bucky.” She points a finger at him.

The four of them exchange a look.

“You’re our baby sister too.” Steve shrugs.

“Sweets is great, but Smalls, it’s deeper.” Clint admits.

“Like dad will ever give up calling you Miss. You’ll always be Smalls.” Peter shrugs.

“Head of the table, married, nothing changes you being our baby sister at the end of the day. No matter the situation, you’re Smalls before anything else to us.” Howie explains.

She shakes her head, moving to stand up. He gets up, falling in line with her. “I win though, I get to call you my wife, no matter the situation, till death.” He chuckles softly; she looks over grinning at him.

------------ Everything Peaches 9/21/24 @mo320 @ml7010 @babizza @kmc1989 @coley0823 @aiva-gwen-aers @royal-sunflower @camelliasblossom @shinycupcakebaker @purpleeclipseeggsland @daughterofthenight117 @hisredheadedgoddess28

Bucky 'Fuck Me Up' Barnes: @jbbarnesgirl @kaylaphantomhive @starryeyes-sadmind

Series tags: @sebastians-love @otterlycanadian

[boasamishipper]

notes from the nnc s3e1 taping

so back in july hannah @bornforastorm and i went to the taping of the new night court season 3 premiere!!! to the best of my memory, here's what went down:

[spoilers below the cut]

pre show:

taping was on stage 10 of the warner bros lot

hannah and i got there early (as instructed) and were pretty much the only ones in attendance who had actually seen og night court (majority of ppl knew melissa rauch from big bang theory)

which is also wild to me by the way?? why would you go to a taping of a show you have never watched??

anyway

we chatted with a very nice belgian lady and a nice australian couple who had been traveling across the country for the last few months (they gave us mini kangaroo pins)

we were not allowed to have our phones on us (alas) or i would have taken a million pictures

new night court set looks a lot more grimy in person?? which i was surprised by because on tv the show looks so much cleaner than the original did. guess that's due to lighting and whatever goes down in postproduction

hannah and i were one of the first ones in line to go into the studio (we all but shoved our way to the front) and got to sit in the second row

they had a magician named mark sweet who warmed the crowd up with very delightful magic tricks (iirc he was also the opening act for tbbt tapings which is how he got this gig)

from where hannah and i were sitting we had a great view of the courtroom set. abby's chambers set and the cafeteria set and the hospital set were more difficult to see

they played a Here's What Happened So Far On Night Court recap for us to which hannah and i were like [ron swanson voice] we know more than you

when larroquette came out for the curtain call opening my vision whited out and i screamed like a maniac

larroquette was very tall and waved cutely and did a peace sign and applauded for melissa and no one else

hannah and i were more insane about that old man than anyone in the whole studio audience

abby's dream sequence scene + julianne's arrival scene:

abby's dream sequence was filmed a previous day; we watched that on tv (it already had the laugh track added)

on the first take of this scene when julianne showed up larroquette did a classic Dan Fielding Yelp and Jumped and hid behind flobert and it was magical to see

this would continue for the rest of the night but on every single take larroquette did something different and it was equally hilarious every time. that man knows how to read a crowd

they told us straight up not to applaud when wendie malick came in as not to distract the actors (or something?? can't remember the reason but i knew she was going to be there so i was not surprised)

gurgslivia canon confirmed (gurgs changed clothes in front of her)

flobert in a wig boston legal reference!!!

when talking about the new prosecutor larroquette did a take where he made an explicit reference to the OG night court pilot (alas i did not write down what it was)

larroquette had to bend down so the makeup people could touch his face up and spritz his hair

larroquette does this little shimmy every time before he gets into character as dan and it's great

great is not a strong enough word actually. seeing him transform into dan fielding before my very eyes was a spiritual experience. i heard colors and smelled sounds.

actors who flubbed the most lines: wendie malick

actors having the most fun with different line readings: larroquette and lacretta and also gary anthony williams

abby's chambers scene:

alternate dan lines: ‘Juicy little mouse’ ‘Juicy little spring lamb’

alternate dan lines: ‘crocheting a shank’ with hand gesture

fantastic line reading: ‘macrame net’

alternate dan lines: ‘chicken feet’ ‘cat brains’ ‘wrestling alligators’ (then that again but in a more southern accent so it was like 'wrasslin gators')

the cheeto bag julianne was holding exploded on the first take but larroquette went with it like a pro

larroquette did extremely hilarious line readings of That’s A Lie every single time

again wendie malick flubbed a lot of lines but she was a champ and got through it

melissa rauch had a lot of fun with the physical comedy in this scene

hospital scene:

julia duffy had soooo much fun slapping melissa rauch

hannah and i SCREAMED when julia duffy implied harry was the father (which i predicted IN MARCH AHAHAHA)

literally i was CLUTCHING hannah's hand. we were losing it

the nice australian couple behind us: .......glad you two are......having fun

melissa rauch once again had fun with the physical comedy

final courtroom scene:

took the longest to film

solid line reading of ‘a scarf with metaphorical strings attached’

some lines were not working during this scene so the writers rewrote them on the spot (and they did not notice my attempt to subliminally get them to hire me for the writers room)

lacretta and nyambi had so much fun during the julianne 'reveal'

when gary anthony williams was dumping the flobert pics out of the bag on one take they got stuck and wouldn't come out and his reaction was very funny

misc:

taping was about four hours long and we were given pizza around the midpoint

saw larroquette chatting with wendie during the breaks very cutely

larroquette swore ‘god damn it’ when he flubbed a line (very rare, he was the best of everyone)

larroquette didn't mix much with the cast other than wendie and melissa

larroquette has a book that he carries his scripts in and it looks leather bound and has a ribbon he uses to mark pages (possibly he has this for every script??)

when larroquette reads dan’s lines while he's rehearsing, he reads them with dan’s scrunched up facial expressions and does dan’s mannerisms (dannerisms??)

phill lewis (director of the ep) came up to the audience at one point and asked if there were any fans of suite life and did the ‘no running in my lobby!!!’ line in moseby’s voice and i shrieked about it

melissa rauch also came up to the audience and said hello and she was very charming

ren bell dialogue coach is hot as fuck

dan rubin was apparently there but we couldn’t see him

larroquette left immediately after curtain call (he does his job gets that paycheck and goes home god bless)

larroquette looked sooooo good in that suit

they filmed some scenes the day before our taping (dream sequence + cafeteria scene) and added a laugh track to them?? but then played them for us so our laughs would be dubbed over the laugh track?? no clue how that works

from what we saw the writers seem to be all relatively young, 20s and 30s (we gotta get more older writers in there for john’s sake)

the best non larroquette actors are easily lacretta and gary anthony williams (who is so funny and needs to be a series regular asap)

wendie malick flubbed a lot of her lines but she is apparently new to filming in front of an audience and she seemed very charming and funny; there were vips in the audience who were friends of hers and she came up and said hi to them

speaking of vips the perks they get include getting to keep their phones on them, being more likely to win prizes from the opening act magician (more on that below), and getting to hang with the actors after the show

melissa rauch impressed me, i think she is really settling into this role and i am excited to see what she does with abby this season

after they had to stop a take bc someone flubbed a line larroquette said something bitchy-funny (‘this is what happens when you-‘) but we couldn’t hear the rest of it

larroquette was doing all the physical comedy his 76 year old self was willing to do and he was amazing

overall seems to be a tight crew and cast god bless

in between takes mark sweet the magician would entertain us and also offered us the chance to win night court merch in exchange for us doing silly things. and at one point mark sweet was giving away signed copies of the script to anyone who had a special talent. so i came up and he had someone from the front row be my assistant. so i said to my assistant okay close your eyes. now reach your left hand out and grab the folder with the scripts out of mark sweet's hand.

i was shameless and got what i wanted :)

anyway overall incredible experience. i came out of there beaming like the joker and with enough energy to pick up a car and throw it five hundred yards. were it not for the laws of this land (aka me living in wisconsin) i would go to tapings every single week.

[strawberryfairi]

Haruchiyo Sanzu | Date Night!🩷

Haru X Black Fem! Reader (ANYONE CAN READ🧚🏾‍♀️)

You had a special dinner date tonight with your boyfriend Haruchiyo, and you wanted a different look now that your french curl braids were taken out. Deciding for the quick and easy route, you get out one of your special occasion wigs, a deep midnight blue body wave wig with curtain bangs. You loved the way this hair framed your face, and the midnight blue was such a unique look as opposed to the standard 1B (black) color.

You're getting ready in the bathroom, all your wig products and makeup items splayed across the sink and even the closed toilet seat. Your date night playlist was blasting, an excited smile plastered across your lips as you prepare for a fun night.

Suddenly your phone rings...

Haru💖

Your smile widens as you reach for your phone, the music turning off as your phone was connected to your speaker.

"Hey baaabe! What's goin-

"What happened to your hair!?" He cuts you off, mouth hanging wide open as he gawks at you through the screen.

"What'chu mean? I'm doing it right now." You furrow your brows, trying not to laugh at the expression on his cute face.

"But...you had-..why'd you go and re-dye it? What happened to all your braids?!" He asks completely bewildered.

"Stop...." You deadpan, "Do not start again with this."

"I-..."

"Now Haru..." You warn, narrowing your eyes as you still try not to laugh.

"Babe, you know damn well this is a wig! I took my braids out-the fake hair-and put my hair up for this wig you see me with right now." You explain slowly, giggling a little as you watch the cogs turning in his head.

Somehow even after all this time together (a year and seven months), Haru still hasn't fully clicked into how versatile and changeable black hair really is. It throws him off when you go from faux locs to your natural afro, then suddenly bust out a wig like right now. He tries so hard to keep up too, it's so sweet.

You remember the days where you had to start with the absolute basics. The day you two met he'd spoken to you first, complimenting your hair and wondering how you got it to be so "fluffy". It was in it's natural state that day, a simple high puff ponytail with your edges laid. You tried so hard not to laugh at his awestruck expression when you explained it's naturally "fluffy". Then the rest was history...

"So...you didn't dye your hair?" He asks, raising a brow.

"No baby, none of this is mine. I haven't had my natural hair out since last month." You explain with a smile, setting the phone down on the sink to continue with your hair.

"Well shit, I like it! It frames your face well." He compliments with a proud smile.

"Thank you!" You grin, giving him cheesy air kisses.

"I'm gonna pick you up soon; be there around seven thirty."

"K!" You beam, heart fluttering in excitement.

"I love you baby! Oh, I'm takin' you somewhere new this time; you'll love it." He grins.

"Aaaaw ok! I love you too, Haru! See you soon."

[heya-moth]

My wig for Bitsy came in and I still don’t know how to style it,

Honestly thought about putting it into low pigtails with blunt or curtain bangs

[hostilecityshowdown]

i swear on my life, this wasn't supposed to happen this way. taker/goldust

𓉸 read on archiveofourown 𓉸

With a gasp, Goldust shot upright. The cut quartz slab beneath him was painfully cold, the only light provided by the moonbeams streaming in through the ornate, stained glass windows.

On all sides were crypts, each adorned with an assortment of roses and baby’s breath. Most were companion crypts, their arrangements painstakingly composed and placed to compliment each other. On a small, standing altar near the door sat an unlit incense and a wig stand, Goldust’s wig washed, brushed, and styled. His gloves laid beside his right hip and, as he snatched them up, he realised his hands had been lotioned and manicured. The honeyed gold nail lacquer glimmered in the pale moonlight, nails neatly filed and rounded. What he initially thought were visual floaters were the glints of delicate glitter brushed onto his eyelashes with clear mascara. He growled and yanked his gloves on, flexing his fingers into the fresh satin as he stormed across the vestibule mausoleum’s interior, only allowing himself a moment to admire the sprig of pale goldenrod woven into the single braid of crown behind the bangs. Before he could tear it off the wig stand, his legs buckled under him.

The door beside him opened with a groan, the view of the blue moon eclipsed by a long coated silhouette in a wide-brimmed hat. The man placed one hand atop the hat and ducked, taking one slow, laborious step through the door, murmuring words Goldust couldn’t distinguish to someone he couldn’t see. Complaining again, the door swung shut and clicked quietly. Removing his hat and staring down at Goldust through a curtain of dark hair, the Undertaker reached a hand out. Goldust could’ve counted the stitches in the dark grey leather as it passed over his head to lift his wig off the stand.

The Undertaker knelt, swung the wig behind Goldusts’s head, and slipped the cap under the curve of his skull, leather gliding across his skin. Goldust’s vision swam and he lurched forward, grabbing the Undertaker’s arm to steady himself as the mortician slid his fingers forward under the wig band, pulling it into position across Goldust’s hairline. He finger brushed the hair to settle it in place, ignoring Goldust’s grip tightening until his joints audibly popped, undoubtedly applying bruising force. His mouth was so dry, something like sand grinding between his teeth. He coughed, upper lip twitching as he raised his eyes to meet the dead man’s.

“What did you do,” he whispered, tone accusatory, voice a gravel pit. The Undertaker lowered his hands from Goldust’s head, one arm swinging out to point at the low structure the other man awoke on. Vision blurred, he could see the engravings on the side but not read them, and he crawled towards it. Fingers sliding over the gold-flecked quartz, the inscription swam into focus. Marlena’s name was all he needed to parse to understand; the artist turned, back falling against the sarcophagus, face twisted in a snarl. There was a crystal chandelier above him and, as the moon began to fall, light struck it and scattered. Goldust, haloed in blue light, repeated himself: “What. Did you do.”

“Cindy had a golden vision,” the Undertaker intoned, “she had danced but just a season... Now she dances with the angels… For they killed her without reason.”

Goldust lunged, seizing the Undertaker by the lapels, chest heaving. His antagonist smelled of wet dirt, smoke, and nauseating chemicals - Embalming fluid, surely. When he leaned close enough to catch the dark purple ringing the Undertaker’s pupils, he could smell wood and fresh cut flowers. The mixture was sickening; Goldust inhaled deeply, ignoring the voice in his head pointing out this scent had been pervasive, but subtle, in the mausoleum even prior to the Undertaker’s arrival.

“Bandidos, 1967. I didn’t take you for a cinephile,” Goldust ground out, scattered lights disrupting his vision like flash photography. “But you fancy yourself a lone ranger, don’t you, boy?”

“I like Westerns.” The reply was blunt, quiet, his deep voice nearly drowned out by Goldust’s breathing. “Now their fate has been decided… Hand in hand they'll ride forever.”

“Shut up,” Goldust shook him. “Why do you try my patience? It has its limits,” he inhaled, “An-”

“Anna Karenina, 1997.”

“Look at you,” he bared his teeth beneath dark-painted lips, “a real, modern connoisseur. Distracting me won’t work.”

The Undertaker stood, sliding out of Goldust’s white-knuckled grasp like mist. It was as if he’d never grabbed ahold of him in the first place. He flexed his fingers before curling them into fists, gaze burning into Goldust’s very soul. “They like the picture shows.”

Dumbfounded, Goldust remained on his knees. He didn’t know who he was talking about and, frankly, didn’t care. The mortician rested his hat atop the wig stand on the altar, mumbling so quietly Goldust only saw his lips move. He didn’t catch how he lit the incense silently, seemingly without ever coming near it, but the smoke coiled towards the ceiling languidly.

“You… Will have to learn to like them,” he stated. The Undertaker’s voice was strained.

“And I…” He inhaled sharply through his nose, exhaled through his teeth. “You.”

“What are you on about?”

“Your obsession with death… Has proven… Problematic. You, Goldust…” Another deep inhale. He could’ve sworn the Undertaker’s eyes would have reflected light like an animal’s, had it not been for a milky film over them - A dead man’s eyes, if only for a moment, before the darkness grew deeper, shrouding him. His voice softened. “Have made a grave… Mistake.”

Goldust lunged upwards off his knees, striking the Undertaker on the jaw and using the momentum to stumble to his feet. The cold of the marble floor sent pins and needles up his legs, pale yellow, silken socks sliding on the damp stone. Sparing a glance in search of his boots, he found them shined, re-stitched, standing beside the altar. His assault merely snapped the Undertaker’s head backwards, curtain of hair arching above him while the rest of his body remained stock still as he stared towards the ceiling.

Quietly, a long, errant lock of hair slid off the nape of his neck, drawing Goldust’s eyes to his exposed throat, the red stubble shadowing his jaw. There were bruises there - Fingerprints. Mankind’s, surely. Exhaling, the Undertaker slowly dropped his head, face exposed. His right cheekbone bore a visible thumbprint, yellow and green blooming around blue and purple.

Goldust wheezed out a laugh. The Undertaker glowered. He almost looked like he was pouting.

“Why so stiff?” Coughing, Goldust reached for his boots, leaning back against a wall of crypts as he struggled into them. The platform heels had been reduced by a visually imperceivable amount, but Goldust could feel it. “You wily bastard.”

“Goldust.” A warning. “You tried to harness forces mortals cannot wield. There are… Consequences. You have a debt to settle with me. And… You have been… Changed.”

“The vampire, Mr. Harker, is a thing that lives after its death by drinking the blood of the living - It must have blood, or it dies. Its power lasts only from sunset to sunr-”

“I did not make you a vampire.”

Goldust huffed at the interruption, absentmindedly adjusting the bouquet he’d disturbed by leaning on the crypts. “... Dracula, 1931.”

“You are not a vampire.”

“My life and my death are here. My place is here in these vaults,” Goldust rubbed his sore throat, skipping lines. “Death would have quietly taken me back; you wanted to entice me back to the world of the living.”

Goldust looked at the Undertaker expectantly, eyebrows raising as he slid one finger over a crypt’s seal. He was visibly shaken, still angry, but he was determined to make the man in black crack first.

The Undertaker sighed. “Please, be quiet.”

“Look- I'm surrounded by corpses,” Goldust responded, left leg crumpling beneath him when he tried to take an unaided step away from the wall. Teeth squeaking as they ground together, he pushed himself to his feet again. “I made this into a charnel house. I emptied these bodies of blood so that it may flow in mine - To turn me into a living dead girl.”

“You’re not a vampire.”

Glaring, Goldust took a more confident step forward, hand wrapping around the Undertaker’s tie. His eyes were burning and watering, but the makeup the Undertaker applied didn’t run. “To turn me. Into. A living. Dead. Girl.”

Another sigh, followed by a pained, disingenuous line delivery. “That's enough. Enough. You were never dead.”

Pausing, the Undertaker frowned, his tone once more serious. “The dead don't come back to life. La Morte Vivante, 1982. You think you’re undead.”

“Like you,” Goldust hissed, his free hand sliding up the outside of the Undertaker’s thigh and settling on his hip. The hand wrapped around his tie yanked on it. “Where’s my urn? My leash? I’ll make you choke on it.”

“You have a sarcophagus.”

“In your mausoleum. Lonely?” His hand journeyed further up the Undertaker’s side, beneath his long, heavy coat. He was colder than the marble surrounding them, and as unmoving as it. “Did Mankind make you feel so ashamed, so dominated, you had to take me as your thrall?”

“You,” the Undertaker grumbled, head bowing just enough to encourage hair to fall back over his face, “endangered your own life.”

“It's not fair, it's too late. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. It shouldn't have happened.” Amused by his own act of ignoring him, Goldust leaned in, nose wrinkling. This man smelled intolerably repulsive. “Vertigo, 1958. I loathe your cologne. If I’m to be your indentured servant ad nauseum, you have to wear something more palatable.”

“I’m not wearing any.”

“I find that hard to believe,” he whispered, leaning ever closer, face further contorting from the smell. His hand slid behind the Undertaker’s back, following his floating ribs. “What are you wearing?”

“Rose water,” he murmured, head bowing further, muscles so tense Goldust was impressed he wasn’t shaking. “Rose oil, formaldehyde… No different than you.”

“Pardon?”

The Undertaker remained silent, stock still, cold and bloodless beneath Goldust’s touch. His glittering face contorted into a mask of rage and disgust, nails digging in and splitting the fibers of the mortician’s linen shirt even through his glove, seeking purchase in his skin. Another yank on his tie earned him nothing more than a gutteral snarl, the dark purple of Undertaker’s eyes all but glowing between the rivulets of his hair.

“Listen here, deadman,” Goldust bellowed, deep voice echoing in the small mausoleum. “You’ve got approximately thirty seconds to explain yourself before I rip your fuc-”

The heavy wrought iron gate swung on its hinges, the crypt’s stone slid aside along the well-worn divets in the foundation slab, the moon filling up the entire sky visible above the swirling mists of the cemetery. The spotlight illuminated Goldust in shards of silver.

“What are you doing to my starlet?” The intruder asked, the tip of her cigar burning red hot as she puffed it. Fallen ash mingled with the remnants of incense, dirt, and crushed rose petals littering the floor. She was a specter of gold, even her blue eyeshadow flecked with it, cast half in utter darkness by the light.

“... What is necessary,” the Undertaker murmured, drained of all his irritation, gloved fingers painfully gentle as they coaxed Goldust’s off his person. His eyes were no longer visible, the shadows seemingly cloaking him from the newfound moonlight. Goldust, appalled, could only look between the two.

“I thought you could only pursue business,” Marlena drawled, her heels clicking as she took slow, languid steps to Goldust’s side. She didn’t spare the Undertaker a glance as she began finger brushing her star’s bangs back into place. “No pleasure.”

“All work and no play… Makes Jack a dull boy.” The Undertaker’s response was so quiet, Goldust missed words, too distracted wondering what the hell was going on. Smoke curled around Marlena’s lips when she smiled, free hand falling to his elbow and wrapping around it.

“I’ll remember you’re a Kubrick fan,” she responded, guiding Goldust around the shining sarcophagus he’d awoken atop and into the open air. Graves loomed above and below them, sprawling out into foggy infinity. Marlena was complaining before they even crossed the threshold. "I only requested makeup, not the theatrics."

The Undertaker did not follow and, when Goldust spun to face the towering structure again, feeling as if woken from a dream, his silhouette was nowhere to be found. Only an envelope sat on the book-shaped podium at its threshold, the inscribed family names obscured by the paper, sealed with lilac coloured wax. He lunged away from his producer, tore it open, a folded letter tumbling out with glittering ashes and dirt.

“What the fuck?”

Snatching the ruined letter and unfolding it, he heard Marlena take another drag of her cigar, holding the smoke in her mouth as she stepped up beside him. On the paper, in the same sharp script on every tombstone in this wretched place:

You look for Death in the clear night,

you tell her you still love her,

that you are her slave,

that she's still your queen.

...

I'd only do it for the fear -

And I'd come back just to experience the same fear again.

To be afraid,

always to be afraid.

-Dellamorte Dellamore, 1994

[causeimasinger]

yall i bought a new wig….. for hallloween……… long blonde curls with curtain bangs………………..

[lightleckrereins]

do you think aryn not having bangs for howard is for standardization? i’d love to see that hairstyle on her!

I think its half standarization half her bangs being in a style that can be pulled back. So far we have five cases of Howards having a front styling that is not just pulled back. And while I think all can be explained with their haircuts, there are other factors into place: hair type, thickness, amount, direction of growth, etc.

Becca Wickes has straight bangs that are cut really wide, so while the front might be long enough to pull back the sides probably don't reach the ponytail. Also I think this was a case of the creative team deciding they liked the bangs look because she wore the ponytail to the front anyway (more about that in a bit).

김려원 (Kim Ryeo-won) has long layered bangs to the sides close to what you would call curtain bangs in western styles. While her bangs would reach the ponytail the layering would make it tricky to lay completely flat and last for an entire show so instead her hair is styled to the sides with some of the shorter strands styled in the middle.

허솔지 (Heo Sol-ji) has a simmilar cut but longer. I think it could be possible for her to get the usual style but maybe to give both distinct styles or maybe to be more in line with SK hair trends she also has her bangs styled to the sides with a few strands hanging in front of her ears.

Lou Henry has very short, thick and curly hair. I think at first the hair team either didnt manage to safely pull it all back or didn't like the look so she wore a base wig with styled bangs in the front as a base for the first few weeks of her run. She started wearing her own hair pulled back since (might be that her hair got long enough for it). The ponytail is set slightly towards the front instead of the back of the head probably to compensate for the lenght of her hair.

Caitlyn De Kuyper has short bangs to the sides, While it seems her bangs can reach the ponytail (also set slightly towards the front) they dont look fully flat. In all her photos with her hair pulled back she uses either pins, clips or elastic bands to keep her bangs in place. The way her hair lies makes me think in her case she has thick hair that refuses to be in any direction but its natural growth. So for howard her bangs are pulled back from the side in two separate parts on each side not the front and probably held in place with pins. This will look pulled back flat from the audience but up close you can see its not.

Now onto Aryn. She does have straight bangs as Becca, but her's are longer, start further back and are not as wide. Also her hair gets longer towards the side and seems to not be as thick as some of the others. All that makes it possible to fully pull back to a ponytail. I think there are probably pins holding it into place on the sides hidden by the horsehair on the crown too. And if you look closely at her photo in costume the very top of her hair is starting to get a little messy (this is post show) saying that her bangs are trying to escape the ponytail and go back to their normal position.

[fuddbueckers]

I want Azzi on a dress and all dolled up once Paige drafted, she be looking all pretty supporting her girl 🥹 also I want to see what she looks like wearing a wig, like a cute lil one with them curtain bangs I feel like she would ate that look

i’m sure whatever she wears will be so cute i’m excited to see their draft outfits

[standouthaircollection]

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[riddlesweetheart]

wrote tthis a few weeks ago in school...

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The moonlight shone in through the gaps of the red satin curtains in the Heartslabyul lounge.The blue hue made the silence peaceful. For once after a long, noisy day with a dorm full of oddities…the atmosphere was relaxed. That was, until the sound of high heeled boots could be heard against the tile floor. It was Riddle, stepping outside of his dorm room and into the main area. “Ace,” he spoke. Sure enough, there was Ace Trappola snooping through the fridge for something to eat. He sort of knew Ace was there like it was a third sense. “Did you not learn your lesson the first time? You are once again in violation of rule 053 and 089, one must replace what is stolen and you must never eat a tart without permission. It is as if you truly wish to lose your head.” Riddle spoke firmly, and strictly as Ace slowly placed the half-bitten strawberry tart back onto the platter.“No, wait, Riddle—” ace panicked, quickly cut off by a familiar yell. “Off with your hair!”Like that, Ace’s hair went flying off and into the wall. Ace was completely bald; his head was so shiny it practically glowed in the dark.  “What the hell, man?! I was just hungry! Is that a crime?!” Ace quickly went to retrieve his hair…or wig? But upon contact, a shock was sent through his hand and caused him to immediately retract his arm. It gave him flashbacks to Azul’s STUPID CONTRACTS. (sorry Azul ily) “What did you do?!” “I learned a new spell. It helps to be diverse, Ace. You wouldn’t know that, of course.” Riddle retorted arrogantly, flipping his own red hair as if to taunt him. “I’m sure you’re aware tomorrow is the unbirthday. I wouldn’t be surprised at the contrary, however. You seem to be quite dense, if you’re repeating a past mistake.”  Ace’s eyes widened. “Your signature spell is already cruel, but you’re crossing the line like this, Riddle!” “You brought it upon yourself, Trappola. Cease this tomfoolery at once.” With that, Riddle walked away back into his room, leaving Ace in a state of shock. “HOUSEWARDEN, YOU BIG BULLY!” ace stomped over to Riddle, banging on his door. “I WON’T STEP DOWN TO YOU JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE THE DORM LEADER! YOU BIG, SELFISH, TYRANT!” swiftly, the door opened back up. Riddle was absolutely FUMING. His face went red with anger. “Tyrant?”

“Me, a tyrant? Do you truly believe that i—” suddenly, Ace PUNCHED Riddle hard in the face. Then they start brawling and fighting and there’s fire everywhere and the whole school got bombed by STYX because they were causing a disruption to the peace. Everyone is dead, even Malleus and Lilia. Not even Diasomnia is safe from the rose red tyrant and his stupid little 16-year-old naïve ginger. Heartslabyul was removed from NRC, and Crowley destroyed the queen of hearts statue and replaced it with Bill Cipher and called the dorm ‘we’llmeetagainland’. Riddle and Ace are floating away in space for all of eternity.                                                                                 

FIN.

[glitter-andgold]

- No, it wasn't me it was Gabriel! -

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Since the Malignant brainrot has taken over (alongside the House of Wax brainrot), have some character vs. cosplay of when I cosplayed Madison last year during Halloween month! This cosplay was part of a series in which I did a bunch of horror cosplays with stuff I already had in my closet so the wig isn't perfect (I don't know how curtain bangs work so styling it was an adventure lmao plus I needed it to be longer) but am planning on giving her a wig upgrade soon to match whatever I get for the Gabriel cos!