#her 60s hairdo :')

[spirk-trek]

Sandra Smith as Dr. Janice Lester/Captain James T Kirk | Star Trek the Original Series, 1969

[homunculus-argument]

I always love when people explain something in an anecdote by saying "because it was the [decade story is set in]", because it either really puts the story into historical perspective, or sounds hilariously unhinged simply by implying that this was ever the norm. Like

"They were playing darts while using one guy's back as the target because it was the 50s and there wasn't anything else to do."

"She named her baby Moonshine because it was the 60s."

"So he sailed off and faked his own death in Argentina because it was the 70s and people could just do shit like that."

"My aunt pulled a switchblade out of her hair - yeah her hairdo was big and puffy enough to hide a concealed weapon in, because it was the 80s - and"

"They didn't like each other but got married and had kids anyway because it was the 90s and everybody else was doing it."

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

As You Wish Pt. 2 | Neil Lewis x fem!reader

Summary| Neil, still thinking about the other day, invites y/n to Gumshoe Video's movie night. The theme (besides vampires) is the 1960s and so she dresses for the part. And like any good vampire thriller- only the good stuff happens after dark...

Warnings| age gap- reader (19) Neil Lewis (27), cursing, kissing, groping, teasing, unprotected sex, penetration, no fore-play.

word count: 4261K

Midnight City- M83 🎶

Our Swords- Band of Horses 🎵

Shout out to the lovely reader who requested a part 2! This is for you!

Please read warnings and continue at your own discretion, thanks!

She can hear the chatter from outside as rain plasters the wide display windows. She stops outside Gumshoe Video and peeks her head inside, sparing her hairdo from the storm outside. Her hair was pinned into a half-beehive and curled up around her shoulders like a young Pattie Boyd. The guests inside turn when the bells above the door announce her presence. They cheer and raise their red plastic cups in greeting and she laughs back, her smile dragging widely across her face. And there he is: Neil Lewis. He’s standing beside the box tv set with a bottle of cheap beer in his hand. He’s wearing a powder blue dress shirt from the seventies and a dark blue suit. His longish hair is swept out of his face and he smiles at something someone has said. When he looks over, he sees her, and his mouth falls open. 

“Oh my God! Where did you get this?” A woman swoops in from the side and admires her dress. 

“It’s a replica mod dress from the 60s. I made it,” she answered with a polite smile and allowed the woman to inspect the stitching. As she raised her eyes, they met Neil’s. His eyes widened slightly as he dropped them down to her thighs before traveling back up to her face. Her dress was boxy, like that of a mod dancer, and so short that it was barely fingertip length (to use school-girl terminology). She was dressed up as a gogo dancer, red vinyl boots and all, for the showing of Gumshoe Video’s The Kiss of the Vampire. Neil bit his tongue as his eyes crawled down her body. Her dark red dress had a high modest neckline but was sleeveless and short. The fabric was a tautly starched linen that didn’t move much as she walked. It hugged her waist with a thick belt but fared out around her thighs in a fixed shape. Her makeup was a copy of one of Twiggy’s famous looks with the exaggerated eyelashes and dark eyeliner. Her eyelids were a bright blue that clashed with her red clothing, a mixing of primary colors. When the woman stepped away, she advanced shyly, resisting the urge to bite her lip and ruin her lipstick. Neil cleared his throat and nodded quickly at Lucien whom he was talking to when she had come in. His eyes darted back and forth, between her and Lucien’s prop pipe. His long eyelashes fluttered as he stole glances at her between pretending to listen to Lucien. 

“Hey! Nice of you to join, I’m Jonathan.” Jonathan appeared beside her and offered his hand not holding a beer. She shook it and smiled. 

“Y/N, I tried to dress for the theme.” She looked down at her costume and he nodded emphatically. 

“I did too. I was going for Ringo Starr.” Jonathan twirled, showing off his bright pink military costume like the one Ringo wore for Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. She nodded and smiled. 

“I see the resemblance. Who is Neil supposed to be?” She jerked her head at Neil and Jonathan sighed. 

“He said that he was going as one of the Monkees but personally, I don’t see it.” 

“He must have run out of costumes,” she laughed and Jonathan shrugged dramatically. As she finished that sentence, Neil broke away from Lucien, slightly breathless and placed a hand on her back in greeting. She looked up at him, curling her toes inside her shoes. 

“You’re one of the Monkees?” She teased him lightly and Neil chuckled and shook his head. 

“I did have a hat on, it made more sense when I was wearing the hat.”

“So you were Micheal?” She asked and he gestured wildly at her for Jonathan, “See I told you someone would get it.” 

“That’s only because you both have weird niche knowledge,” Jonathan wrinkled his nose. “Uh oh, Lucien is talking to two strange women. I’m going to swoop in before he says something weird,” he hurried over to Lucien and patted him playfully on the head. Neil immediately looked down at her, his cool resolve slipping slightly. He was flustered. 

“Wow,” he gestured with both hands at her costume and she blushed self-consciously. He stuttered as he tried to say something coherent. “I’m uh, just uh… wow.” He scratched the back of his head and shoved his hands into his pockets, glancing around quickly before leaning in close to her ear. “Jesus Christ you smell good too.” He shook his head, forgetting what he was originally going to say. She smiled giddily. 

“Thank you,” she whispered. 

“Do you want to see my office?” Neil cleared his throat as he looked around, trying to look natural to everyone else in the store. His slumped posture and darting eyes would betray him if anyone cared to look at him long enough. He replaced his hand on the small of her back and swirled a finger across the fabric. She played with the hem of his blazer, blushing hard. 

“Hey, Neil!” A couple stopped in front of them and Neil jumped back to attention, his arm flying back behind his head and off of her body. He coughed briefly and cleared his throat. 

“Hey- hey! How’s it going?” He smiled distractedly and greeted his friends. They waited expectantly to be introduced to the girl and Neil gasped slightly, remembering. “Oh sorry, this is Y/N and Y/N, this is Buddy and Marcia.” He waved between them and they all nodded at each other politely, exchanging handshakes and smiles. “Enjoy the movie!” Neil said a little over enthusiastically and Buddy furrowed his brow, slightly concerned as they walked away. Jonathan found them at the makeshift bar and chuckled. 

“That’s the new girl,” he gestured with his cup and Marsha pursed her lip approvingly. 

On the other side of the room, Neil turned back to her and licked his lips. “So… my office?” He raised his eyebrows and jerked his thumbs at the separate office space in the back of the store. She giggled as she dug her toe into the ground and swayed slightly against him. Neil’s smile grew as he led her from the main store area and back into the office. When she passed through the door after him, Neil closed it and lowered himself slightly, his arms going out wide as he looked her up and down again mouthing, “oh my god.”

“So you like it?” She ran her hands down the front of her dress and shifted the weight on her feet proudly. 

“I mean, just look at you!” He ran his hand over his mouth and stepped in closer. The desk knocked softly into her tailbone as she retreated. “I love it,” he emphasized and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She was leaning back against the desk, her legs spread and her weight evenly distributed. Neil stepped closer, his body firmly between her legs. She worked up the courage to touch him, sliding her palms around his waist beneath his blazer. 

“Your fucking thighs,” Neil whispered breathlessly as his index fingers traced around the small hairs on her upper thighs. “God…” he gasped softly, already feeling himself get hot under the collar. She rubbed her nose against his and gave him a soft peck on the mouth. 

“Is that all I get?” He whispered with a furrowed brow. He ran his knuckles down her neck and tried not to gasp when he found her breasts. She kissed him again, pulling herself up higher by his shoulders. Her fingers dug into the plush fabric of his jacket’s shoulder pads. He responded immediately, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Neil pawed desperately at her, his hands grabbing at her thighs, her breasts, and her head. He pushed her up onto the desk and she whined in protest as he now towered above her. He chuckled breathlessly and dragged his hands up the inside of her thighs. 

“Shh,” he smiled when she glowered, wanting to cling to him as she kissed him. When she stopped wiggling, he leaned down and kissed her slowly. She held onto his hips by hooking her fingers in his belt loops. His hands prodded further, stroking the elastic band of her underwear around her pelvis. She was wearing cotton underwear and Neil could feel the wetness pooling at her opening through the fabric. He started to fall apart as he stroked her clothed cunt with his long fingers. She squirmed on the desk in front of her and the heels of her gogo boots knocked against the desk, her back arched into him. She moved his hands beneath her skirt, looking up at him with wide suggestive eyes. 

“Here? Now?” Neil whispered, slightly shocked at the girl’s suggestion. “Are you insane?” He whispered beside her ear, his voice laced with perverted desire though he tried to shake it from his voice, still wanting to be the voice of reason. 

“Neil…” she muttered at him and petted his crotch with slow, heavy moves. 

“What?” He whispered, an edge in his voice. His forehead was still creased and he tried to even out his breath as his cock pushed against every touch of her hand. 

“You’re supposed to say, As. You. Wish.” She squeezed her thighs around his legs, just below his hips and wrapped her hands around his hips. Neil raised an eyebrow and laughed lightly. He watched her as she bore into his eyes, thick with desire. He looked her up and down and reached both hands beneath her skirt again, pulling her underwear down over her butt. She had to lean back slightly as he dragged the cotton wad down over her gogo boots. He looked down at the underwear in his palm and trilled his lips lowly. 

“This is a bit more involved than I was expecting but I’m all for it,” he shrugged with a loose smirk and put the underwear on the desk beside them. She smiled and pulled on his dress shirt, prompting him to give her a satisfying kiss. 

“You were the one who suggested that I see your office,” she giggled quietly. 

“I needed a sense of adventure.” He muttered against her lips, his eyes closed. 

“Neil… Adventure?” She smiled lazily and stroked his jaw, her short nails running dully down his neck. 

“I like the sound of that,” he continued to kiss her, his nose crushing against her cheek. A knock at the door made them both jump and Neil turned around quickly, shielding her from the view of whomever was at the door. 

“Neil! We’re starting the movie now and Jonathan doesn’t know how to work the player. You gotta fix it.” Lucien yelled through the door. His silhouette showed through the frosted glass. 

“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned quietly and rubbed his face. His erection fell slightly at the interruption and he sighed. “Ok, Lucien. I’m coming!” He smiled falsely as he yelled back his response.   

“Oh, I’m sure you are,” Lucien mumbled beneath his breath and hurried back into the store area. 

“I’ll see you out there,” Neil cringed and fixed his suit as much as he could. 

“Break a leg,” she smiled and hopped off of the desk, her underwear still sitting on the desk. She pulled them back on over her gogo boots and followed him out. Neil walked around to the back of the tv and checked the cables. She watched from the back of the room, a deep blush spreading across her face as she noticed the places where her red lipstick had left smudges around his mouth. She smiled down at her boots and bit her lip, trying to compose herself. Neil stepped back in front of the tv with Jonathan and announced the movie, lipstick still smudged around his wide lips. 

“And now, Gumshoe Video presents the 1963 The Kiss of the Vampire,” he extended his hands to the small square tv and waggled his fingers. The audience laughed and hooted. Some glanced over at her and smiled, she blushed deeper. 

“Nice touch,” one guy called from the couches and Neil stared at him blankly, his eyes then slowly drifting to her. She pointed at her mouth and rested her chin on her fist. Neil laughed it off and winked as he stepped aside and the movie started. She sat down on the couch in the back and scooted to the side as Neil joined her, collapsing with an anxious exhale. 

“Kissed by a vampire,” he shook his head, “why didn’t I think of that? That would have been a perfect costume.” He spoke with his hands, and shrugged his shoulders. She hid her face in her hands to hide her smile. “Was it really that noticeable?” He whispered and she nodded, embarrassed. 

“Sorry,” she giggled quietly and wiped the lipstick smudges from his face with her thumb. Jonathan moved around the spread of couches and perched on the edge of the couch beside them. 

“Nice touch, Neil. I think it makes the viewing experience more realistic.” Jonathan snarked and Neil rolled his eyes. 

“Shut up, Jonathan.” Neil sighed and massaged his face, pulling down on the skin. Jonathan winked at her and she smiled. Jonathan drifted off as the movie started and the title card appeared. As Neil relaxed into the couch, his hand found her thigh and rubbed his knuckles across her thigh. She leaned against him, her head resting against the wing of his shoulder as he moved his arm around her. 

…

“What’d you think of the movie?” Neil shoved his hands into his pockets as they locked up Gumshoe Video, the store now completely dark. 

“It’s a classic vampire movie,” she shrugged and smiled, “no notes,” she added. 

It had stopped raining but the sidewalks were littered with shallow puddles of dark water. Neil chuckled and placed one hand on the small of her back as they turned away from the store. 

“I thought you’d like it,” Neil smirked and she raised her eyebrow. 

“Why?”

“You would 100% be the kind of girl to get abducted by an insanely attractive vampire and fall in love with him.” 

“Well would he suck my blood at the end and kill me?” She pretended to consider the universe that Neil was suggesting. 

“Oh of course,” Neil shrugged his shoulders up to his ears and furrowed his brows playfully. 

“I can’t see it,” she shook her head and clasped her hands behind her back as they walked. She looked down at her shoes and smiled. Neil fell silent for a moment, his eyes once again trailing her up and down. 

“Have I told you how amazing you look?” Neil cleared his throat. 

“Yes, but I wouldn’t mind hearing it again,” she blushed and cocked her head to the side, looking into his eyes as they walked. Neil wet his lips and stopped, looking her up and down once again. 

“You look amazing.” He said seriously and she looked away, self-conscious. They were stopped in front of Neil’s house, a two-story craftsman in a dark green color that looked dark blue in the darkness. She looked from the house to Neil’s face, the front porch light reflecting in his bright blue eyes. Neil laughed awkwardly when he realized that they had stopped at his house. 

“Will you come inside?” He twisted his hips casually, jerking his head once at the front door. The girl exhaled shakily and nodded. 

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She answered with a nervous smile. 

Neil broke into a large smile, the lines of his cheekbones stretching down to the edge of his jaw beside his pink lips. They climbed the stairs to the house and Neil let her inside, his eyes traveling up the length of her body as she stepped into the house in front of him. Neil closed the door behind him, exhaling slowly. She met his eyes when she turned back and smiled shyly when she noticed how he stared at her. 

“Do you want to kiss me?” She asked him quietly. Neil nodded emphatically, his hand still on the doorknob behind him. 

“Then come here and kiss me,” she whispered and turned fully to face him. She felt her cunt grow hot and heat billowed down her thighs. Neil clenched his jaw and swallowed, his eyes now fixed on the girl’s mouth. He pushed himself off of the door and approached her, his hips swaying slightly as he walked. She kept her arms by her side as Neil wrapped gentle fingers around her upper arms, right above her elbows, and held his lips within inches of hers. She savored the way he smelled, like laundry detergent and mouthwash. He smelled like what she imagined domestic masculinity would smell like if it could be bottled. She sighed softly before he kissed her, his lips drawing hers between his. He held her in place, not aggressively, and kissed her, moving his head occasionally to taste her from different angles. 

When he broke away she took a step back and clasped her hands behind her back girlishly. Neil laughed like a schoolboy, shocked by the surge of desire and energy he felt just from the kiss. 

“Can I take you upstairs?” He leaned his arm against the wall and pointed to the staircase in front of them. She bit her lip, trying to stop from laughing hysterically from nerves. She took a step backwards and stepped onto the bottom step, facing Neil. 

“Ask me again,” she teased and bit her lip harder. Neil exhaled sharply as he felt his cock twitch aggressively in his pants. The dark room threw her body into shadow and the windows above the stairs illuminated her silhouette. He wet his lips and asked again. 

“Can I take you upstairs?” 

She could still make out his blue eyes in the dark as the windows provided enough light to catch their color. She took a few more steps up, still facing him. 

“As you wish,” she whispered. Neil laughed, thrilled by her little game. He hurried up the stairs but she kept a few steps between them at all times until she reached the top of the stairs. She backed up into the wall beside the window and allowed Neil to close in on her. Neil held her hips in his large hands and kissed her again, this time snaking his tongue into her mouth, testing the waters. They stumbled away from the stairs and rushed into a doorway, Neil catching himself on the doorframe with both arms so that he could turn her around. He twisted her around so that her back was to his bed. 

Neil’s room was exactly as one would expect. His walls were decorated with movie posters with the addition of a few select female movie stars that he had the hots for. He helped the girl back onto the bed and leaned over her on the bed. She weaved her fingers through the hair on the back of his neck and traced his jaw with her palms. He worked quickly to pull off her gogo boots and slipped off his suit jacket. She moved onto her knees on the edge of the mattress and slid each button out of its eyelet on his power blue shirt. Neil shrugged it off and pulled each sleeve over his wrists, dropping it to the floor. She pressed her hands against his chest and placed a few shaky kisses against his warm skin. Neil sighed pleasurably and swept her hair over her shoulders to lie flat down her back. Looking up at him, she moved her hand down to the zipper at his crotch. Neil’s eye widened as she unzipped his fly and slid her hand down into the front of his hands, beneath his underwear. She cupped his erection in her hand and rubbed her hand down the hot and trembling length. Neil sputtered as she stroked him, his hands returned to the bed on either side of her body. She leaned down so that she could kiss the side of his neck while she jerked him off. Precum coated his cock so her hand slid easily over him and she shivered when she heard Neil gasp softly beside her ear. 

“Fuck, you’re full of fucking suprises,” he panted and squeezed his eyes shut. She exhaled against his neck and left a fresh hickey before responding. 

“This isn’t a movie, Neil. You can’t predict the ending.” 

She pulled her hand out of his pants and kissed his briefly as she scooted farther into the bed. Neil watched her breathlessly, his face hot. He watched her as she unzipped the side of her dress and pulled it over her head. Her bare breasts confronted the cold air by hardening. Neil’s jaw nearly fell open when he saw her, exposed like that. All that remained on her body was the cotton underwear which he allowed his gaze to linger on, camouflage by her thighs. She laid back on the bed and propped herself up on her elbows, her stomach trembling with nerves and desire. Neil’s erection pushed noticeably against his boxers. With his eyes still trained on the girl, he pushed down his pants and crawled onto the bed, stopping over her. He lowered his mouth to her neck and kissed the soft flesh there, savoring how warm she was against his mouth. She worked her underwear down and he could feel her hips shift on the mattress which thrilled him. He sat back to look at her, fully nude now. He raised her leg into the air and kissed down her calf, stopping at the underside of her knee. 

“I want to fuck you,” Neil saidbreathlessly as he moved his fingers down her thigh. She smiled darkly, her bow mouth drawn up into a smirk. His cock throbbed in his underwear and hovered above her navel.

“Say it again,” she whispered. Neil raised an eyebrow and exhaled anxiously.

“I want to fuck you.” 

“Again.”

“I want,” he leaned down to her ear and shoved a finger inside her gently, “to fuck you.” She whimpered and bit her lip. 

“Again,” she struggled to say the words, her cheeks flushed. 

“No, honey. You’re supposed to say, as you wish.” Neil whispered against her skin, his finger curling inside her. He smiled when she squirmed and moaned. 

“Ah, fuck- fuck me,” she gasped before Neil crushed his mouth against hers. He pulled down his boxers just enough to free his erection and centered himself at her cunt which was throbbing as much as he was. 

“As you wish,” he chuckled and removed his finger, swapping it out for his cock. He pushed in gently, working his tip inside her slowly as she squirmed needily beneath him. She was tight from nerves and inexperience and he whined despite himself as he went deeper. Her hands found his back and gripped into his flesh. He watched as his cock struggled to fit all the way inside her and moaned loudly when he saw her mouth held open in pleasurable shock. 

“Is it ok?” He groaned and stroked her flushed cheek. Her red lipstick was smudged again on her chin and he swiped his thumb across it. 

“Mmhm, yes.” She nodded and bit her lip as he thrusted in farther. Once her body got used to his length, he was able to pull out and thrust back in. It took only seconds but the sensations felt as though they were happening over hours. He fucked her gently but fast, his hips rocking against hers and shaking the mattress. She pushed her heels into the mattress and arched her hips up into his pelvis. Neil found it delightfully needy and thrusted deeper, eliciting a loud gasp from the girl.  

“Do you like that?” Neil smiled and cupped her chin with his hand. 

“Uh huh, yeah.” She panted as her eyes rolled back into her head. 

“You’re being such a good girl,” Neil praised her and cussed beneath his breath as he felt her walls tighten around him. His hips bucked aggressively into her over and over again and she yelled and gasped in pleasure. He looked down at his cock, slick with her precum, sliding in and out of her. He held her thighs and coaxed her deeper onto his cock, she gasped and bit her lip, her breasts bouncing against her chest. Neil groaned at the sight and fucked her messily, lossing control as he felt how wet she and tight she was getting as she neared her orgasm. 

“Good girl! I’m so close.” He panted quietly and she wrapped her fingers loosely around the nape of his neck. 

“Cum inside me,” she pleaded. 

“What?”

“Cum inside me,” she repeated, more delirious with pleasure.

“Say it again,” he smirked, playing her at her own game.

“Cum. in. me.” Her words tumbled out in a jumbled mess as she started to climax. Her thighs were tightening and her muscles flexed. He groaned helplessly as she came around him.

“As you wish,” he managed to answer as he buckled his hips against her and prompted himself to finish inside, spilling cum into her. He thrusted as he finished and exhaled when he finally pulled out. She worked to catch her breath as he collapsed beside her on the bed. 

“Fuck.” He sighed and rubbed his face. 

“Yeah.” She laughed lightly and cupped her cunt, still riding out the lasting waves of climax. 

[melospace]

mirandy x time travel au

miranda invited andrea to a benefit as her companion for the night then andy shows up in a 60s hairdo, clad in a chanel black velvet dress topped with black tweed coat dress. miranda who's wearing her black donna karan ballgown-style skirt and an off-shoulder top, was stunned as to how well andy carried herself as she walked down the stairs to meet her 🥹🫠🖤

yes, it's me and my mirandy x time travel au against the world.

[angel-gidget]

Gidge's Intro to The Challengers of the Unknown

First off, who are the Challengers of the Unknown? They are a team of adventurers. Their comic originates in the late 1950's, and it ran until 1978, ending with issue #87.

Their adventures are supremely stereotypical of the time. They start off as very pulpy sci-fi fantasy in the 60's and skew more mystical/occult through the 70's. They functioned as Jack Kirby's rough draft for the Fantastic Four, but even so, have slightly different dynamics.

Origin: Four experts in their field concluded that their survival of a deadly plane crash was nothing short of miraculous. They noticed that the watch on one man's wrist had stopped, as if frozen in time. The men--Ace Morgan, Mark "Prof" Haley, Red Ryan, and Rocky Davis--concluded that they were living on borrowed time. They decided to use that time adventurously as the Challengers of the Unknown.

One of their earliest adventures caused them to seek the help of computer and robotics expert June Robbins. As June helped them save the day on more than one occasion, she became an honorary challenger. Many modern references to the roster include her by default.

The Team

Ace Morgan is portrayed as a pilot in the 60's and has his wheelhouse extended to astronaut as we veer into the 70's. Ace possesses an even keel that garners instinctive respect, and this is why he is the default leader.

Mark "Prof" Haley is their resident "egghead". Because nerds weren't cool yet, Prof gets occasionally teased about having more brains than brawn, but that's usually ended by him judo flipping whoever was talking smack.

Since 60's common knowledge didn't differentiate between a lot of sciences, Prof kinda knows them all. Since deep sea diving is his main schtick, he'd probably be introduced as a marine biologist today. The only thing that isn't his main wheelhouse is computers/robotics. There, he is very much outclassed by June.

Red Ryan is is a skillful acrobat and mountain climber. He is also an asshole. I mean this with affection or annoyance depending on the day. 90% of interpersonal drama with this team is from Red being sexist or generally shallow and opening his mouth about it. However, this is often used as a device, and the point is to show that Red is wrong. Then June or Rocky or whoever Red was poking at saves the day. He does occasionally use his snark to be actually funny, tho.

While many of Red's words tend to suck, his actions show a lot of loyalty to the team. Perhaps the most endearing thing about him is the love he has for his baby brother, which is major plot point of some arcs.

Rocky Davis is the team's gentle giant. He is an expert boxer and wrestler, and as such, is often teased for a lack of brains or looks. As sensitive as he may be about that, Rocky is no pushover, and will gladly attempt to punch whoever was giving him too much grief (usually Red).

In truth, all four of the men do poke fun at each other for being confined to their niche roles, but all of them actually do posses the ability to move beyond them.

They all pick up skills in science, fighting, and the arcane from working together. Pretty sure they were all born snarky, tho.

So who are my Top 3 Fave characters from their title?

#1. June Robins

June is a gal of many hairdos and many talents all through the 60's. A mistress of computer science, disguise, piloting, chemical experimentation, and alien diplomacy.

Sadly, as cool as she began, the 70's did not do her justice. She was gone from the team for like, half of that decade, and when she returned, they gave her some fandom bicycle drama and a lot of damsel in distress scenarios. But at least they gave her a uniform to show she was really on the team. I'll take that win.

#2. Tino Manary

Tino is introduced in a very fun way. When Red appears to die in the line of duty, a teen music celebrity begins to use all his fame and money to attempt an assassination of the remaining challengers. For revenge. Bc he blames them for Red's death. And why does he care?

Because surprise! He's Red's kid brother! Once he realizes the challs aren't to blame, he starts popping in on occasion to help them. Or just annoy them. Or both.

#3. Corinna Stark

When Prof got shot by an eldritch-summoning cult leader, he appeared to be at death's door. That's when the cultist's daughter, Corinna Stark, showed up. She stuck Prof in one of her dad's cryo-pods to save his life. She agreed that her dad was quite evil and needed to be stopped, provided the challs with new uniforms, and served the team as Prof's temporary replacement.

While she clearly knew more about the occult than the sciences, this proved pretty helpful for the things the challs were up against at the time.

Corrina was introduced in the 70's, during that time June was going mysteriously unmentioned. It's seriously a shame the ladies never met.

I suspect the writers were trying to see if Corinna could be a good replacement for June, but their expertise and origins were different enough that it would have been cool to see what they could bring to the team if they were on it simultaneously.

Am I done talking about this crazy comic? No, but I'm pausing for now.

[justforbooks]

Paul Morrissey

Film director whose close collaboration with Andy Warhol included the trilogy Flesh, Trash and Heat

Andy Warhol’s films, which tested the endurance of audiences and made icons out of the marginalised and dissolute, altered profoundly the nature of cinema. Much of the work which bore his name from the late 1960s onwards, however, was made by the writer-director Paul Morrissey, who has died aged 86. “Warhol is a trade term,” said Morrissey. “Like Disney.”

About his famous friend and collaborator he could be comically scathing. “He didn’t have many points of view,” he said in 1996. “He didn’t have many ideas at all, actually. Maybe three. If he made a choice, it was almost always the worst possible choice in the world.”

Stephen Koch, the author of Stargazer: The Life, World and Films of Andy Warhol (1991), called the two men “mutually incompatible talents … Morrissey utterly blind to the refined complexity of Warhol’s experience of the world; Warhol wholly incompetent to assemble the often beguiling commercial product Morrissey sells under Warhol’s name.”

The first decade or so of Morrissey’s career was given over to orchestrating and managing projects under the Warhol name: not just the films but the stewardship of the avant garde rock pioneers the Velvet Underground (whom he had brought to Warhol’s attention) as well as the launch in 1969 of the influential magazine Interview, which Morrissey co-founded. It sometimes seemed as though the rest of his life was spent fighting to have his contribution recognised.

Morrissey was also Warhol’s personal manager from 1965 to 1974. Asked what this entailed, he said: “I had to think of things that he might do, I had to do them, and then I had to pretend that he was involved.” The two men met in the early 60s when they were both showing their work in New York. After Morrissey had assisted on, and co-directed, Warhol’s films for several years, a turning point arrived in 1968 in the shape of the camp western Lonesome Cowboys.

“Before that, I had been helping Andy make the kind of movies he wanted to make, which was the kind of movie which looked like nobody had made it,” Morrissey said in 1978. “Lonesome Cowboys was the first time we were making an effort.” The characters, including gay gunslingers, were still bickering and flirting and talking about their hairdos, as they had always done, only now they were doing it outdoors in Arizona, wearing costumes and riding horses, rather than lounging around in ratty Lower East Side apartments. This combination of tones and styles (timeless genre conventions side by side with a modern, spaced-out looseness) introduced a new piquancy.

Morrissey achieved his most striking results with the acute, funny and freewheeling trilogy of Flesh (1968),��Trash (1970) and Heat (1972). Each showcased the sullen, swaggering beauty of Morrissey’s discovery Joe Dallesandro (immortalised as “Little Joe” in Lou Reed’s song Walk on the Wild Side), alongside “Warhol superstars” such as Viva and Jackie Curtis, and the transgender actors Candy Darling and Holly Woodlawn.

The pictures presented a compassionate portrait of outsiders struggling to make and maintain emotional connections. The great director George Cukor declared himself “lost in admiration” and even instigated a campaign, ultimately unsuccessful, to land an Oscar nomination for Woodlawn for her performance in Trash.

The plots of these movies were threadbare – Flesh, shot over the course of five Saturday afternoons, follows a hustler trying to drum up the money for a friend’s abortion – and sometimes second-hand. Heat, for instance, partially recycles Sunset Boulevard. But it was the attitude that counted, as well as the ambiguity over whether the films constituted art or reality. Though the performances could be affectless to the point of mundanity, Morrissey was adamant about the dividing line between cinema and life. “If a person is in front of a camera, they’re acting,” he said. “It’s not possible to live in front of a camera. What I always believed in was the truthfulness of artificiality.”

Born into an Irish Catholic family in New York, Paul was the son of Joseph, a lawyer, and his wife, Eleanor, and he remained a devout Catholic all his life. He was educated at Fordham preparatory school and Fordham University, where he began making 16mm films.

His first short depicted a priest saying mass on the edge of a cliff before throwing the altar boy to his death. Another, Civilization and Its Discontents, featured “a hood in a pea jacket strangling a fat albino” while Like Sleep showed two drug addicts nodding off. These brought him to Warhol’s attention and led to his involvement on films including My Hustler (1965) and Bike Boy (1967). His first feature-directing credit, shared with Warhol, was on the three-and-a-half hour, split-screen Chelsea Girls (1966). It was precisely the formalist experimentation of that film which some Warhol loyalists accused Morrissey of betraying when he manoeuvred the artist’s brand toward the ordered narratives of Hollywood melodrama.

While Warhol was recovering after being shot by Valerie Solanas, founder and sole member of the Society for Cutting Up Men (SCUM), Morrissey assumed full creative control over the films – or, rather, his creative control over them was finally made explicit. After Flesh, Trash, Heat, and Women in Revolt (1971), which included a send-up of SCUM in the shape of PIGs (Politically Involved Girls), Morrissey moved in a different direction. Taking Dallesandro with him, he made a pair of kitsch, gory but technically accomplished horror films in Italy: Flesh for Frankenstein (1973) – released in the US as Andy Warhol’s Frankenstein – and Blood for Dracula (1974). “I’m always a little afraid of getting stuck doing one thing,” he admitted.

No one could accuse him of that. Flesh for Frankenstein was shown initially in 3D, so that a man whose hand is sliced off seemed to bleed all over the stalls, his guts wobbling in the audience’s faces on the end of a sharpened pole.

Morrissey’s next film, The Hound of the Baskervilles (1978), was even more unlikely: a madcap take on Sherlock Holmes starring much of the British comedy establishment, including Peter Cook, Dudley Moore and Kenneth Williams, as well as the theatrical giant Joan Greenwood, who remarked of Morrissey: “He’s a dear, really, but the first few days one didn’t know where one was. One got used to him. He’s jolly clever.” Critics were less impressed: Time Out magazine remarked that “a first-year film student would be ashamed”.

He continued making films, including Forty Deuce (1982), starring Kevin Bacon as a hustler, and Mixed Blood (1984, aka Cocaine), about Hispanic drug dealers in Manhattan, and spent most of the rest of his life talking about, and clarifying his part in, the Warhol story.

He remained throughout his career proudly rightwing, outspokenly moralistic and wholly indignant, railing against everything from drugs – “There’s no difference between a person using drugs and a piece of refuse” – to method acting: “When you see people like Daniel Day-Lewis and Ralph Fiennes screaming and hyperventilating, you’re seeing the phoniest kind of bad acting. You may as well have a ‘men at work’ sign. It’s not acting if you can see it.”

Despite the marginal nature of much of his work, he was at heart a populist. “I’m very traditional about everything,” he said. “I like action, comedy, pretty colours, pretty people. Art is a formula any idiot can manage. Competing in the marketplace is the only challenge left.”

He is survived by his brother, Kenneth.

🔔 Paul Morrissey, writer and film director, born 23 February 1938; died 28 October 2024

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[notchainedtotrauma]

This is a music video analysis of Why Don't You Love Me sung by Beyoncé Knowles-Carter (written by Solange) and directed by Melina Matsoukas. It's exclusive to my Iced Green Tea patrons (5$) and Raspberry Lemonade patrons. Basically, it's a discussion on how the visuals play around the idea of a Black woman transmogrified as the luxurious and neurotic cinematic white woman of the 1960s, while allowing the threat of a real, actualized Black womanhood through.

Beyoncé Knowles-Carter, act I

Beyoncé Knowles-Carter, act i

Screenshot from Lemonade

The photographs and screenshot above best visually describe the music video analysis. Here are some excerpts to whet you appetite:

 Beyoncé simultaneously inhabits and manipulates the personae of the despairing bourgeois wife, trapped in a loveless marriage, sunken into martini glasses and mascara tears. Cigarette in hand, carefully composed hairdo threatening to unravel, following a personal choreography of collapse yet high heeled, bejeweled, and even a pearly, trailing tear, can barely upturn her meticulous make up.

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Beyoncé employs, performs, and produces a tangle of iconographies in which the Black woman, previously unvisible, penetrates and brims space, focus, and reveries. Melina Matsoukas, the director, plays around the grainy texture and the announcer's voice (read as white) of the 60s, anticipating a 60s housewives aesthetic, in which the commodified imagery of the ravished white 60s housewife would be replaced by her Black feminine counterpart.

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Beyoncé is knowingly and theatrically acting out an alluring vision of the housewife, hot pants and kitchen playfulness, scrubbing an already clean windowpane in a one piece suit while frowning at the camera. She waters the plants with twee joy, even as interrupted by a shot of her furiously dishwashing, twirls around, sets a bucolic atmosphere, that's quickly interrupted by the vision of a dominatrix Beyoncé. The shot interrupts the fantasy, or the distorted recognition of the housewife imagings, and even the makings of the chorus girl, to exhale an undisguised, hypnotic sexuality.

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

More a glimpse of Ellen than he’ll ever know 🤍@outlander_starz

So many bad hairdos in history 😬

Does Outlander have any historical hair experts who can weigh in?

Sophie Skelton's bangs distract everyone. I don't think they wore bangs like that in 1739 Scotland. It looks so modern and continues with the same 20th-century hairstyle 😳

Sophie comes back to the 18th century with the same 20th-century hairstyle that he used in the 60s. A curtain bangs cut straight across forehead and don't have any layers.

Outlander wants to inspire a new trendy hairstyle in 18th-century Scotland 🙄 Or did they forget to put the previous wig on her before filming?

Posted 4th February 2025

[hayscodings]

the way that svetlana was shot in s3 is so superior. the close up of her lighting her cigarette on the street? the deleted scene where she walks into the dimly lit massage room with the silk robe and the cigarette in her mouth? the shot of her walking down the aisle in that 60s bouffant hairdo? godddd

[relaxxattack]

i love roxys stupid little hair floaties by the way. look at her

60s futuristic housewife beehive hairdo turned magic genetic flyaways/curls or something ??? i adore her

[eldritchdemonfox]

ello!! i have a gift for thee!!

“.. However, the only other customer in the store besides them has noticed, and is openly glaring at the owners, long ginger hair pulled up into what he distantly remembers being called a beehive hairdo. It's reminiscent of the 60s, which is weird, since this girl looks around Jenny's age, and he hasn't heard of any 60s comeback unlike how he's heard of the 'comeback of the 80s', but Charles himself notices something weirder that that.

This girl, with the hairdo that most likely predates her fucking existence, has Edwin's jawline, has exactly the same type of nose, and in her dark hazel eyes he can see a shimmer of green. Of course, as he realizes that, he also has to yell at himself for even noticing that, since he cannot decipher if that is just because he has an inner detective, or if it's because he has spent the last 30 years gazing into Edwin's face and observing every single thing the Edwardian does."

:3. beatrice!! also Charles... inner pa(y)in(e)

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HOLY SHITTT YO THIS IS GOOD IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH

She’s ALIVE

[arianaofimladris]

Old beads, new life.

I got mother of pearls necklace from my grandma at First Communion, over twenty years ago. There were tiny coral beads between the mother of pearl and I didn't really like the color. I wore them occasionally, but finally I decidied to change the jewellery to something I will enjoy more. I bought tiny malachite beads and changed coral for malachites. Since they were bigger, and since I shortened the necklace about ten years ago, I had enough mother of pearl beads to make a bracelet - or rather, two bracelets which I can wear sepatately or join into one.

My gran liked the necklace I showed her a few days ago. I have yet to show her the bracelets (or rather I will have my brother show her the picture before I go home next time).

I like the final result. It's definitely not an everyday jewellery, and definitely a bit old-fashioned, but I think with a nice handmade dress and hairdo the set will work just fine and make me feel special. The mother of pearl beads are probably 60-70 years old.

[x5red]

HI，can you tell me which comic said :Supergirl wore very plain clothes, long-sleeved blouses and long skirts to hide her muscles.? this from pre crisis supergirl wiki,but I just cant found this anywhere in pre crisis comic,can you found it?

I don't know about hiding her muscles, but the very early adventures of Supergirl, before her Linda Lee secret identity was adopted from Midvale Orphanage, saw her repeatedly wear very long plain dresses and her hair (wig) in pigtails.

The Danvers adoption story line was used by DC to revamp Supergirl, giving Linda (Lee) Danvers a more adult hairdo and teenage clothes. From that point on she usually followed the fashion of the day, which in the 60s meant very short skirts and tight tops. This is how Linda was dressed during much of her Adventure Comics run. But when 70s fashions shifted towards longer flowing dresses and more Bohemian themes, Linda very occasionally wore those too, for example once or twice during her Supergirl Volume 1 run.

It wasn't until her second comicbook volume in 1982, named The Daring New Adventures of Supergirl, that Linda again started to consistently wear longer sleeves and dresses, and again that was largely due to women's fashions in the early 1980s with their piecrust collars and billowing multi-layered skirts..

[yoursyashi]

Evolution of Women Fashion in India

Every woman has an innate desire to look good and be appreciated for what she wears and how gracefully she carries herself. Indian women have primarily groomed themselves throughout various fashion cultures. From bell-bottoms to the classic salwar kameez, and from high-street shoes to bold chokers; Indian fashion for women has undergone a significant transformation over the last few decades.

The begging

The Indus Valley Civilization is where it all seems to have started. Records of some of the very first traditional Indian clothing were found during the Indus Valley Civilization (AKA the Bronze Age of Civilization) that lasted from 3300 BCE to 1300 BCE.

In 1950’s the fashion was modest, understated and formal. Men mostly wore dhoti-kurta, while women wore simple ghagra-choli. Movies shot in rural areas also had the same clothing scheme. However, the elite classes were more inspired by European fashion- dapper suits for men and elegant sarees for women. Puff sleeves were trendy and hair worn in graceful buns, with pearl becoming a staple piece of jewellery.

Fashion for both men and women varied based on class.

The 60s era

The 1960s was the decade that brought us Madhubala’s Anarkali suit and the tiered orange saree on Mumtaz. Moving into a new decade, women’s clothing became more fashionable and everyone embraced bright colours and prints.

With body-hugging churidar suits, shorter blouses and a hint of skin on display, the ‘60s were also big on embracing curves. Not to forget, the poufy hairdos, winged eyeliner and the uber-popular Sadhna cut were also from this decade.

The 80s era

This era was characterized by expansion of Fashion schools in India which was tagged by an outbreak alteration to Fashion in Indian clothing. It also marked the entrance of women in the workforce at a huge pace. The 80s brought the advent of Disco with an introduction to some shimmery and glittery costumes, denim and leather biker jackets, and chiffon sarees in varied colors with a fusion of Indian and western clothing styles. The 1980s also marked the active participation of women in the Indian Fashion Industry and altering Indian attitudes towards multiculturalism.

The 90s era

Fashion in the 1990s was defined by a return to minimalist fashion. The 90s marked the arrival of full-sleeve salwar kameez, floral dresses, long skirts, denim, shades, and dungarees. The decades following the 90s are touted to be the era when Indians adopted more westernized concept in the fashion making bold and stylish choices.

2000s to current era

Fashion during 21 st century brought revolution in trends. Today, one can find women in the urban areas dressing up in modern Indian clothes by Indian brands. The modern young woman still has space for her heirloom Kanjeevaram or Benaras sarees and other handlooms for those special occasions. The Indian woman is carving out a niche for herself in the world of fashion. It is safe to say that Indian fashion is weaving together international inspiration with traditional sensibilities. Dresses, tunics, pants and skirts made from Ikat, Khadi, silk and Chanderi fabrics and thread work are a rage among the modern women today.[1]

Conclusion

The evolution of Indian women’s fashion reflects a tapestry of cultural shifts, from traditional opulence to contemporary minimalism. As India embraces both heritage and innovation, women’s fashion will likely continue to reflect the dynamic essence of a society that values its roots while moving forward. Whether it’s through a beautifully draped saree or a chic Indo-Western ensemble, Indian fashion will always be a celebration of diversity, grace, and resilience.

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[healthcoach95]

7 Eating routine Insider facts of the Stars

VIPs generally look astonishing. Whether showing up in TV or movies or swaggering down honorary pathway during film premiers and grants, they never fail to captivate us with their amazing presence. Truly, it requires a ton of work to look the manner in which they do, and being the people of note that they will be, they can't stand to relax with regards to dealing with their actual appearances. Their occupation to a great extent really relies on what they look like. Beside the garments, the hair and the cosmetics, famous people need to take great consideration of their bodies.

So it is nothing unexpected that these stars have their own mysteries with regards to remaining fit and flawless. Their wellbeing plan can go from outrageous exercises to very much arranged dinners. Who would rather not have the foggiest idea about their mysteries in remaining totally hot? Here are a portion of the eating regimen privileged insights of seven ladies famous people.

1. Jennifer Aniston

The star of the extraordinary TV program Companions not just entranced crowds with her charming comic sense and her popular hairdo, she was additionally known for having quite possibly of the hottest body in Hollywood, as she showed up in endless magazine covers. To remain trim, Jennifer follows the 40:30:30 eating routine strategy. The eating regimen comprises of:

40% Low glycemic starches

-Food varieties like beans, products of the soil, vegetables

30% lean proteins

-Tofu, fish, chicken, turkey, meat and low fat dairy items

30% fundamental fats

-nuts and seeds, fish and olive oils

It is fundamental that each dinner ought to contain macronutrients to accomplish the equilibrium between chemicals and greatest weight reduction.

2. Kate Hudson

The lovely little girl of entertainer Goldie Hawn acquired 60 pounds during her pregnancy, which she expected to shed rapidly prior to initiating on her next film. From her past eating plan, she changed to a higher protein diet. She consumed high protein dinners in more modest segments, and she

consolidated this eating regimen with an activity program that incorporates power lifting and cardiovascular exercises. Subsequent to getting a ton of fire in light of her post-pregnancy figure, Kate eliminated all that child weight in just four months and has acquired stomach muscles that acquired the jealousy of numerous in Hollywood.

3. Oprah Winfrey

As one of the best anchor people on the planet, there is no doubt that Oprah needs to keep up with her actual appearance for her large number of crowds. Known as one of those famous people who are continually doing combating weight gain, she has as of late conditioned up her figure and has never looked figure in age 50 by consolidating a standard activity system and diet plan. Oprah sorts out five days every week, burning through 30 minutes on the threadmill and doing free loads. Her eating plan comprises of vegetables, fish, nuts, foods grown from the ground, chicken and dairy items that are lowfat. She restricts her utilization of white sugar and flour. Oprah additionally attributes her trim figure to her propensity for not eating anything after seven PM.

4. Gwyneth Paltrow

A many individuals might find it hard to accept that the interminably thin Foundation grant winning entertainer entirely to eat less carbs. Gwyneth really follows a good dieting plan that looks like Oprah's, staying away from sugar and white flour. She normally follows a macrobiotic eating regimen, eating food varieties like vegetables, earthy colored rice, and lean meat. She additionally killed dairy from her eating regimen, and practices yoga on a regular basis.

5. Madonna

The pop star known as the Material Young lady has consistently displayed a body that is incredible, and has turned into a genuine wellness paragon throughout the long term. She keeps herself in excellent condition by having Ashtanga Yoga, and follows a severe eating routine that generally evades low quality foods. She took on a macrobiotic eating plan that remembers natural food varieties rich for lean protein.

6. Claudia Schiffer

The bodacious German supermodel eats salad and steamed vegetables for supper and eats just natural products before the evening. While on areas, she likes to eat dark grapes and beverages tomato juice and natural tea.

7. Christie Brinkley

Long-term supermodel keeps up with her all-American great looks by being a vegan. She doesn't keep unhealthy foods of any sort inside her home to ensure that she doesn't eat them when desires happen. She snacks on yams instead of sweet treats, and she embraces a fluid juice diet when she really wants to thin down quick.

VIPs are very much like customary individuals. They need to keep up with their figures very much like any other person, and there is more strain on their part since they are continually in the public eye. Normal people can have VIP like bodies, as well, and by following these eating regimen and wellness plans, they can likewise seem to be honorary pathway commendable.

[hunt3r-dot-me]

Hi OP, sorry to use your (very very good) artwork as a means to vent, but this is something I've been wanting to get off my chest for a good while.

For those who either need a reminder, don't know, or have genuinely forgotten, here's what Sally's redesign looked like:

A character design featuring the most generic mullet ever, smooth as the brain of the executive that greenlighted this. (Assuming (s)he was even available when the brains were being handed out, of course.) And it's not like "oh, it's just a promo render, the art department probably had more leeway—"

…nah fam, they kept that traincar going to the very end of the run. Which if you're going for a basic, prim and proper, regal-type princess for the hero to go "well, excuuUUuuse me" to, that's fine, I suppose, if a bit insulting, even to the very thing I'm referencing, but for tomboy bisexual disaster Sally Acorn? One of the main characters, no less, originally made to basically outsnark Sonic "I'm so sorry you have nothing better to do in your life" the Hedgehog?

NO. nnNO.

nnnnnnNO!

She looks like a background incidental character that got promoted to the main cast, and even then, that is an outright slur to the formerly incidental characters this franchise gave us. Lemme remind ya'll: Lanolin started out as an incidental character. LANOLIN.

Unironically, post-SGW Sally just feels like what you get off Wish or Temu than the character I remember from the cartoons and comics, and it really does just boil down to that fricking 60s-ahh hairdo. Again, if you wanna do that vibe elsewhere? Cool! Great! Awesome! Amazing! Spectacular! Go for it! But for a main character in a Sonic the Hedgehog spin-off, it makes her feel more like a yet-to-be-revealed twist villain to me than when she was an actual villain.

AND EVEN. THEN.

HOW DOES THIS FEEL MORE FAITHFUL THAN THE ACTUAL NON-ROBOTICIZED VILLAIN VERSION OF HER THAT CAME AFTER THIS?!?!

Tbh, that's why I believe fanart like OP's above has done a much better job presenting post-SGW Sally than the actual comics did. Comics which, mind you at the time, were made largely by passionate fans of the franchise. The writer made a two-dozen chapter fancomic in the early 2000s. One artist did another, arguably more well-known and beloved, fancomic. One artist did artwork for the first mentioned fancomic at one point.

I'm not gonna pretend like this inconsequential thing that happened well over a decade ago in response to a lawsuit is actionable to the creative team behind it (or the heads behind them at the time) in Anno Domini Current Year. I'm stupid, stubborn, emotionally broken, and prone to rants like the one you're reading, but I'm not petty. And that's why I'm honestly glad most of the fandom retroactively decided to make Sally's redesign more in line with her original look, keeping the distinctness that made that original work as well as it did.

But yeah, this rant's been almost a decade in the making. Maybe I am petty. Or maybe I don't want to be anymore.

Up to you. And by a lesser extent, to me.

Both designs are good and valid