#elton john costume

[twopoppies]

H is just… he is just 🥹🥹🥹

https://x.com/alissascinema/status/1849318891844960445?s=46&t=HJNgJeyaKbaPu8DTunwOUA

He’s honestly so thoughtful and so aware of other people. For as much as people like to say he’s “out of touch” because he’s so privileged, I don’t think they give him enough credit for how in touch he can be.

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[fromthedust]

Elton John - Pinball Wizard costume - 1975

[figureskatingcostumes]

Nathan Chen's Rocket Man costume at the 2022 US Championships.

(Sources: 1, 2 and 3)

[estrangedandwayward]

God it's so sad that lestat the musical suck because vampire chronicals would work SO well as a musical. The melodrama, dances and songs to show the bonds between the characters, it doesn't matter if the actors look like the characters or not, you can actually do Claudia and Armand, which visual mediums generally can't, the costumes can be gorgeously tacky but change in subtle ways so show the passage of time (like everyone keeps the same base costume but changes hats and coats), you can give lestat and Nicky a big golden moment number, the theater de vampire's would be CRAZY, you can have lestat play the piano (maybe that's a way to do the narrating), it's longer so you can include more than a movie, Louis could be a great narrator too, you can have in-between scenes of back and forth between him and Daniel, louis can have a melancholy walking in the rain but isnt new orleans so beautiful song, and you can give lestat and Louis a dance number, Maybe with singing, maybe not, that shows their relationship through the years, the two of them pulling eachother around the stage, sometimes switching hats and coats, lestat can swing his walking stick around, Claudia can come in to join them half way through, they should totally recreate that hand holding spin from the show that the three of them do cause it would be Adorable, the music and style of dance can change, they go between passionate, violent, playful, confrontational and everything in between beautifully capturing the complex violently domestic relationship between these two compelling, emotional characters. Too bad Lestat: The musical genuinely sucks.

[sanguinaryrot]

anyways no one asked for elaboration but people are always praising the grease photo shoot and hailing kermit as the next butch king but no one EVER talks about this iconic look. when elton john comes to the muppet show he closes the show like this. note the sparkles feathers rainbows. i think its unfair to label him a butch cause hes clearly capable and comfortable with expressions all across the queer spectrum. hes futch and idc what anyone else says.

[aphrogeneias]

23 & 36 for the pinterest ask game!!!

23. something you would eat/drink

36. something you want to show me

pinterest ask game 🌅

[mango-n5]

There's a reason why he had no problem with switching costume with Elton John that time on snl

The kids on TikTok think that just because he was a classic country singer, Johnny Cash was conservative??? My babies he covered a Nine Inch Nails song in his seventies.

Classic country singers (the majority of which came from poor roots) were always talking about how much The Man sucked because they were taking money from poor rural folk. You’re gonna tell me that’s conservative?? Get outta here.

[hallowcos]

Rocketman Halloween Costume Elton John Baseball Uniform

[popstarpicmixes]

❤️I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind That I put down in words How wonderful life is While you're in the world❤️

[my-chemical-rot]

Everytime I see one of those trademark annoying Swiftie posts— ie the “4 genres of music” one that was circulating the dash today, or the “liking TS is punk!!” one or whatever— I’m so tempted to make the exact same post but about GWAR

[scottguy]

Elton has always known how to be a showman.

Elton John on the Muppet Show, 1978

[neil-gaiman]

Hi Neil, I was wondering about the costuming during the ball. I’ve seen people calling Jim’s ensemble an Elton John look but it seemed like a clear Liberace homage to me. Of course both would wear a sparkly suit and feather cloak, but that was Liberace’s gotp aesthetic while Elton John used to go for more avant-grade looks. Also Aziraphale is controlling the wardrobe choices in this scene and Elton John would be too bebop for his tastes but Liberace the classical pianist would be right up his alley. Was it meant to be a reference to Elton John or Liberace?

Also people have speculated that since Jim’s other clothes were borrowed from Aziraphale. I thought it was the result of Aziraphale’s miracle that made everyone’ wardrobe more glamorous for the ball. But if it was originally Aziraphale’s outfit, do you have a backstory for when he originally wore it? And is that something we might see in series 3?

Finally, why didn’t Aziraphale conjure glamorous outfits for himself or Crowley?

In my head Aziraphale is giving everyone the clothes he feels they should wear, Jim included.

Our amazing costume designer had designed an Aziraphale at the ball costume, but Michael felt strongly that Aziraphale wouldn't dress up for it, and should remain in civvies.

[superhaught]

Breaking Down (Chapter Three)

Pairing: Leighton Murray & Reader, Leighton Murray x Tatum (background)

Warning(s): description of panic attack and vomiting, slight reference to eating disorder, angst

Words: 1600, Part 3/?

Part 1 / Part 2

Leighton attends the fundraising party for the Women's Center and things go badly. Luckily, reader is there to help again.

You attended the Women’s Center Fundraiser party dressed in an outfit that you hoped was giving “Shane from the L Word’s leather ensemble.” Not that you really saw yourself as a “Shane,” you just wanted to look hot. 

You were leaning against a wall, drinking a mocktail and talking with two of your friends, one dressed as Santana Lopez and the other in a “League of Their Own” style uniform, when Leighton Murray entered the door to the Women’s Center. 

Her costume was unmistakable - Cate Blanchett in “Carol.” Absolutely classic. You smiled and tried to catch her eye, which felt foolish. You doubted that she would remember you. It had been a number of days since you met her mid-panic attack and she hadn’t texted you. 

But Leighton saw you and her eyes lit up with recognition. She smiled and gave you a polite wave of her fingers, which you returned. She looked like she was going to approach you, but then her eyes darted elsewhere, your friend asked you a question, and you lost sight of Leighton in the crowd. 

The night continued uneventfully. You kept catching glances of Leighton; first, talking to Alicia (dressed as Elton John, Leighton’s ex - you were informed), and later, on the arm of a blonde you didn’t know (notably not in costume, Leighton’s current girlfriend, not her doppleganger as her appearance would suggest. Tatum, junior - you were told). 

Your friends caught your eyes following Leighton throughout the party and they teased you but indulged you anyways, supplying you with the context about who Leighton was with, likely to alert you to the fact that the girl who you were so clearly crushing on was not available. 

Your group was on your third round of drinks (just orange and cranberry juice for you, bottom shelf vodka with about as much juice as found in a LaCroix for them) and dancing along to the party music. But no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t keep your eyes off the blonde. 

Leighton and Tatum were examining the table of auction items. Leighton was smiling and reading the description of every item. Tatum was making a disgusted face as she picked up a handmade pinch-pot. 

You couldn’t hear what went down, but visually, the couple clearly got into an argument. After a moment of the heated exchange, Tatum stormed out of the building and slammed the door behind her. Leighton was frozen in place for a second before Alicia swooped in to talk to her.

You grimaced at the scene. Your friend gently touched your arm, “she’s like… the epicenter of lesbian drama, you really should let her go.”

You frowned, “yeah… maybe you’re right.”

Alicia left Leighton in peace and Leighton quickly darted to where drinks were being served. She angrily threw back two shots of vodka in rapid succession and then began counting in her head while waiting for the bartender to pour her a third. 

Leighton felt like the room was spinning. She wasn’t that drunk already, was she? Over the next few minutes, she became a victim to an onslaught of sensations: her throat tightened, her mouth filled with weirdly warm saliva, her ribs hurt, her hands tremored and all she could hear was her own racing heart pounding in her ears. 

Leighton beelined for the bathroom and barely got the door locked before she was retching into the toilet, this time, completely involuntarily.

She started sobbing as she flushed the toilet and the sobbing quickly evolved into hyperventilating. Leighton crouched on the floor and hugged her knees to her chest while spiraling down into the worst panic attack she’d ever had. 

Almost an hour passed and you hadn’t seen Leighton reappear after she had spoken with Alicia. 

“I’ll be right back,” you told your friends as you walked away and approached the brunette, “hey, Alicia, do you know where Leighton is?”

“Oh, um, I think she was going to grab a drink? Why?”

“I’m just looking for her, thanks.”

You started to squeeze between people at the party, heading toward the drinks. 

When you passed the bathroom, you saw someone banging on the door and shouting, “come on, you’ve been in there for like thirty minutes! I gotta piss!”

There was no answer from inside the bathroom. The yelling party guest tried the door handle again and it was locked. 

You slid past the shouting person and knocked on the door, “hey, uh, Leighton? Is that you in there? It’s… it’s your genie…”

You heard a gasp and a sniffle from inside the bathroom and then the door unlocked. You grabbed the handle and opened the door. 

“Hey what the fuck? No cutting the line!” 

“Find somewhere else to piss!” You responded before closing and locking the door again and finding yourself standing over the form of Leighton Murray crouching on the bathroom floor, tears streaming down her face. 

Leighton could barely speak while hyperventilating, she choked out words between gasps for air, “it’s… happ- happening… again!”

You knelt down beside her and wrapped your arms around her, “Leighton it’s okay… you’re safe. You’re going to be alright.”

Leighton trembled in your arms and continued to sob. Her breathing was ragged and high in her throat. She gripped your forearm tightly and nearly carved crescent moons into your skin with her nails but you didn’t mind. 

You slid the fur coat she was wearing off her shoulders and untied the costume scarf around her head, “is this okay?” 

She nodded, so you took the pins out of her updo and ran your fingers through her hair to ease it out of the tight style and let it fall down her back.

Slowly but surely, Leighton calmed. Enough, at least, to speak, “I hate this… I wish this wouldn’t keep happening… I’m falling apart…”

“Oh, Leighton…” you hugged her as tight as you could and rubbed her back. 

She buried her face into the crook of your neck while her crying slowed and her breathing continued to steady. Leighton sniffled, pulled away slightly and wiped her nose on her sleeve, “I’m… I’m such a fucking mess…”

You wiped the streaks of tears off of her cheek with the back of your hand. You didn’t have the faintest idea of what to say at this moment so you just remained quiet, giving her the option to fill the silence if she wanted to. 

“Why… Why do you keep rescuing me?”

“I don’t know, Leighton… it just seems like you need it right now."

She stared at you for a moment with wide eyes, wet and red from crying, “what do I do?”

“Let's just focus on getting you out of here, kay?”

Leighton nodded. 

You took her hands and slowly stood with her, “there, take it slow, that’s it. I’ve got you.”

You led Leighton out of the party with your arm around her shoulder and the other hand holding hers.

Leighton interlaced her fingers with yours and squeezed you so tight that it almost hurt. Once you were outside of the building, she took a deep breath of chilly air and closed her eyes for a moment. 

When she was ready, you started along the path to her dorm, which you knew now.

“Can I make a strange request?” she asked softly. 

“What’s up?”

“Could… could I maybe crash at yours? Just for tonight, of course… I don’t… I don’t want to go back to my room…”

“You’re sure that’s what you want?”

Leighton nodded nervously.

“Then, yes, of course. You can come to my dorm.”

You instructed Leighton to sit on your bed while you grabbed a pajama shirt and sweatshorts of yours for her to sleep in. 

Handing her the folded clothes, you said, “the bathroom is just through there. Do you need anything else? I think I have a backup toothbrush around here somewhere…”

“I… that would be nice… are you sure this is okay?”

“It’s totally okay, I promise.”

You found an unopened toothbrush and gave it to her and Leighton went into the bathroom to change. 

She came back out a few minutes later while you were laying a blanket and pillow on your futon couch and opening it up to it’s flat position. 

“Thank you,” Leighton began, “you’re really a godsend.”

You smiled, “you’re welcome, but it’s nothing really. I’m happy to help. The bed is all yours, I’ll sleep here tonight.”

“What? No, no! I’m the one crashing let me take the couch-”

“No, Leighton. Please, take the bed. I want you to.”

“That’s… really sweet.”

“Are you ready for bed now, or do you want to do something to wind down first? We could watch something, or whatever you want really.”

Leighton smiled softly, “I’d like that. I should also text my roommates so they know I’m not dead.”

“Good idea,” you sat down and opened up your laptop, loading Netflix, “ooh do you want popcorn?”

Leighton’s eyes lit up, “you have popcorn?!”

“Yeah, just the microwave kind. Is that okay?”

“That sounds incredible right now.”

Leighton texted her suitemates that she was okay while you popped popcorn in the dorm kitchen on your floor and then you found yourselves sitting beside each other on your bed with your laptop in your lap. You ate popcorn and watched the pilot of The Good Place and laughed until Leighton was fast asleep on your shoulder. 

You turned the show off and carefully slid out from beneath Leighton’s head while laying her down on the pillow. She stirred while you put the blankets over her and cracked an eye open.

“Hey, you fell asleep…”

“Mmmkay… g’night…” she mumbled. 

You giggled, “night, Leighton. See you in the morning.”

“Mmhmm…” Leighton closed her eyes again and was out like a light.

[holdmytesseract]

At Thor's and Jane's house; quite a few miles away from the Avengers compound...

Snow flakes dance outside of the window. Fairy lights are everywhere. The smell of Christmas wafts through the house.

Jane & Y/N: standing in the kitchen and preparing dinner, as the lines of Ed Sheeran's & Elton John's 'Merry Christmas' sound through the rooms

Thor: rummages through the closet in the bedroom upstairs; searching for the santa hat while he tries to squeeze his muscular legs inside the red trousers of his costume

Frigga: sits on the sofa beside Odin; holding her newest grandson Erik; eyes glittering with love

Eisa & Ella: trying to teach their grandfather how to play Paw Patrol Uno

Eisa, giggling: No, grandpa, you can't play the reverse card now.

Odin, completely confused: Why can I not?

Ella, giggling as well: Because you are not allowed to. Eisa played the skip card. points at it

Odin, shaking his head: By the Norns... What a devious game...

Ella & Eisa (and even Frigga): trying to suppress the giggles

Loki: is on his way to the kitchen, in order to show his wife how he dressed up Narfi

Loki: Come on, little man, let's show your mama how sweet you look.

Narfi: wears a Christmas elf costume with the cutest green hat on top of his tiny raven locks

Narfi: Narfi elf! giggles

Loki: chuckles Yes, buddy. You're a cute, little Christmas elf.

Loki: Darling, look at our little Frost Giant.

Y/N: eyes widen as she sees Narfi

Y/N, laughing: Oh my, babe! He looks soo cute!

Y/N: takes the little boy in her arms

Y/N: You look so cute, sweetie. smooches Narfi's cheek

Jane: can't help but laugh as well

Jane: He's the sweetest elf I've ever seen. boops her nephew's nose

Loki: just smiles; enjoys to spend the most wonderful time of the year with his whole family

divider by @jiyaxedits

a/n: Christmas greetings from the Baby Fever universe! 😉🎅🏻🎄🤍

PS. I couldn't resist to pick this song. Sorry. 👀🤭

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[blackbird5154]

Two borrowed pairs of glasses!

How Terzo is universally considered the Ministry’s money waster/fashion victim when he only had two shitty outfits and a borrowed pair of sunglasses, while Copia rocks a different outfit for each song, tailored sparkly blazers in every color, gems covered vestments, a Goyard bag, and a McQueen outfit for his promotion (but still not a decent room) like how

[queercanon13]

The Karma music video is packed with queer and sapphic themes. But what’s with that yellow beret?

We all watched the Karma music video on Friday (or Saturday), right? And then we all watched it ten more times because there IS JUST SO MUCH THERE. Right?!

I can’t even begin to unpack the whole thing yet, but let’s talk about the yellow brick road scene.

Taylor is obviously wearing ruby slippers (“the rubies that I gave up”) alluding to Dorothy/the Wizard of Oz. But she’s not wearing the rest of Dorothy’s getup. That’s because she’s not Dorothy, but in fact a friend of Dorothy.

She’s holding a broom (lots of witchy themes from her lately) and blows a kiss of blue (iykyk) glitter to three grim reapers (the two SBs and…?).

She’s keeping her side of the street clean, which harkens to the YNTCD MV where she clearly shows which side of the street she’s on:

Other things of note: it appears there are daisies embroidered on her collar, as well as growing along the yellow brick road. Her braids are also looped (“your braids make a pattern”).

The yellow brick road itself may be a nod to Elton John and his album/song Goodbye Yellow Brick Road. Here are some of the lyrics from that song, as well as a generally accepted analysis of the lyrics:

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Seems like it would be super relatable to Taylor, right? Add in Elton John’s queerness/coming out journey, and the parallels continue.

There are probably a hundred other things I’m missing just from that scene alone, but what I really wanna talk about is the yellow beret, especially in light of current news surrounding Taylor.

When I saw the yellow beret, I furiously googled “yellow beret” + the names of Taylor’s muses, but I came up empty-handed. Because Taylor is specifically not wearing a Dorothy costume, I knew that fucking hat had to mean something. Then I remembered — isn’t yellow beret a military term? And we know she loves a good war story. To Google I went, and the results did not disappoint.

During the Vietnam war, all physicians in the US had a mandatory draft order. One of the ways to avoid the draft was to apply for a position with a Public Health Service program called the NIH Associates Training Program. Because the elite program was highly competitive, only a small percentage of doctors were able to serve their required military time without going to war.

Yellow beret was a self-deprecating and derogatory term used by and for doctors who avoided getting a green beret/going to war (yellow can be associated with cowardice, i.e. “yellow-bellied”) via the NIH program.

Sounding familiar? But wait there’s more.

Bob Seger wrote a song in 1966 called The Ballad of the Yellow Beret. It was written as a parody of the song The Ballad of the Green Berets. Here are some of the lyrics (I encourage you to read all of them!):

Verse 1: Fearless cowards of the USA // Bravely here at home they stay // They watch their friends get shipped away // The draft dodgers of the Yellow Beret

Okay, I’m seated.

Verse 3: Men who faint at the sight of blood // Their high-heeled boots weren't meant for mud // The draft board will hear their sob stories today // Only the best win the yellow beret

Oooookay.

Verse 4: Back at home a young wife waits // Her yellow beret has met his fate // He's been drafted for marching in a protest //Leaving her his last request

Are you screaming yet? Just wait.

Verse 5: Put a yellow streak down my son's back // Make sure that he never ever fights back // At his physical have him say he's gay // Have him win the yellow beret

And if that wasn’t enough, two of the last lyrics are “I've got a pimple on my trigger finger” (ew) and “well, we were planning on having children sometime soon” (devastating). These themes also align with The Great War, epiphany, etc.

But despite attempts to diminish their efforts through claims of cowardice, these “yellow beret” physician-scientists contributed to some of the most important and innovative medical research we have today. Dr. Fauci attended the training program, as well as nine others who went on to win Nobel Prizes.

Could it be that Taylor is trying to tell us that, while it looks like she dodged the draft (didn’t come out), she’s doing some important mastermind shit behind the scenes? Only time will tell, but since we are now at “dawn,” I believe daylight is soon to follow. ☀️