#the golden wig

[kavasiriel]

The prophetess queen of deep Falü

[23-tiny-wishes]

May your soul live, achieving millions of years, you who love Thebes, sitting with your face to the north wind, your eyes beholding happiness - inscription on the "wishing cup" lotus chalice, the first object encountered inside the antechamber of KV62

[fisheito]

this is what i was cookin up while on nu:vacation [avoiding event spoilers] my dream.....my hopes....... EVERYONE PUT ON THE PRINCESS GOWN🗡

[sea-owl]

I love the head canon that all the accessories we see Effie slowly acquire throughout the Mockingjay movie was given to her by Haymitch or Katniss, maybe Peeta too once they get him back, as they go out into the ruins.

Haymitch and kids: Oh this looks like something wife/mom would like. YOINK

Bonus points if they find one that has gold or gold paint on it.

Effie treasures every single piece the give her.

[psymachine]

joycetoria version of the charden scissoring for anon ❤️

uncropped version

[bitter69uk]

“Just when Jayne was in need of new hairstyles came the Great Wig Robbery of 1965. When the US banned human hair imports from Communist countries, wigs suddenly became worth their weight in gold. In February 1965 a band of well-organized crooks hit Wigtowne’s warehouse in Brooklyn. The thieves broke in through the skylight and then through a first-floor wall and made off with $60,000 worth of goods, including four extra-fancy “nude white” wigs (worth $1,200 apiece) set aside for Jayne, and seventeen wigs that customers had left to have restyled. On their way out, the gang also pilfered an astonishing $15,000 worth of false eyelashes. Wigtowne was not the only target in that year’s hair heists. That same week salesman Alfred Averell was arrested with $111,000 worth of hot wigs and hairpieces stolen from his employers, Sylvester & Sons. He was nabbed when his getaway driver left hair hanging out the back of the truck, and police thought it was a murder or kidnapping.”

Eve Golden reporting on Jayne Mansfield’s 1965 wig crisis in the essential 2021 biography Jayne Mansfield: The Girl Couldn’t Help It.

[uncouthseaslug]

Made the grave mistake of deciding to watch One Season of the show I agreed to be in a cosplay group of knowing full well I can’t be normal about any media I consume and now They are on my mind 24/7

I loveeee sketching characters for the first time and getting to figure out how they work in my style, and adding in my own HCs as I go :)

[sunnyobake]

I make at least 10 cosplans a year and the only ones I ever go through with are the wildest of the bunch. Cannot wait to be the saddest man possible at Acen this year

[rychazz]

Toploaders I decorated and pulls from today 🎀

[streets-in-paradise]

Researching about roman beauty standards for fic got me thinking on that " Venus would have hated the Venus razors " post that sometimes circulates here like ... Oh, no. Sis, i don't know how to tell you this.

[kavasiriel]

The caverns shook with the low notes of the steam organ as Vilar leaned into the foot pedals, tossing his wildly expressive mane of orange hair, eyes closed tight in rapture, tears upon his cheeks. He let his dancing hands strike the rows of lapis lazuli keys, lifting from them music both sweet and sad. The moisture from the steam glistened on his creased brow.

The cavern into which the ancient instrument was built became a sound chamber, with towering pipes set into points of harmonic resonance in the undulating basalt. The tune was a traditional one, pared to the story of an Iron elf and a sulfur elf who fell in love and bore the first spark of organic life in the universe. Originally, the melody had been a song of triumph, of joy and hope that life would endure and endure and endure even when it had never existed in the first place. But this was a new arrangement, and the familiar tune was played in a minor key so that its joy became a lamentation and the bittersweet reminder of the miraculous value of life only served to make its ending more cruel.

Kavas raised his head to appreciate the music as he ascended the long and narrow stair to his father’s favorite perch. Stepping up onto the platform from whence the vast instrument was played, Kavas stopped to watch his father. The king of Falu was unaware that he had an audience and he played with a passionate abandon, body swaying in a pendulous dance across keys which seemed to fly to his hands. He thrust his body across the many-tiered keyboards, his hands calling the notes to chase along after their lusty galloping as phrase by phrase and measure by measure he poured out his grief into the flowing keys.

As Kavas watched, the music brought to mind his own grief at the loss of his grandfather, and before that his uncle Vigi who had loved his young nephew like a son. But beyond the personal, the music represented a larger grief, a grief that echoed in his soul and had been with him all his life, the deep sense of fear and helplessness that had festered in the guts of so many of the hidden people since the coming of the prophecy. The Earth was dying, and the dark elves would play Her a requiem long after the symphony of life had passed into silence.

Vilar played the last three notes like the tolling of a funeral bell and finally stilled, breathing hard, his head bent and one finger resting on the final key, as if he could hold onto the music even after it had fled. He felt the bench shift beside him and looked up through tear-filled eyes as his son took up the position of a duetist to play the higher register.

Kavas did not speak, but into the silence after his music, he dropped a few ringing notes and looked at his father with a loving smile as he lifted his second hand to stir the keys into flowing measures. His tune, in answer to the Ballad of Iron and Brimstone was a variation of the same phrasing, lifting up the turning music into a joyful song that called to their minds the ancient, elemental memory of their spirits.

Vilar looked at his son and smiled. “They were our children,” he said, “we forgot after the prophecy, after they had done so much wrong in this world, but there was a time…” Kavas touched his shoulder and Vilar covered his hand in his own. He had no shame in his tears.

[scoobydooki3e]

Some of the drawings I had to do for the animatic (SOON FOR REAL THIS TIME)

They’re only shown for a few seconds at the end so excuse the clunky anatomy n sketch lines I am suffering

[jennrypan]

Now why did they have Halle Barry in that fuck ass wig in the second Kingsman movie-

She looks soo goofy oml. Why would they do her like that- EVERYONE ELSE LOOKS GOOD THEN THERES HER ASS. That wig is so ugly 😭 a cute pixie cut would've been just FINE oml.

[corrodedcoughin]

kas!eddie playing with demogorgans like barbie dolls and making them act out scenes from his favourite movies and soap operas?

Kas!eddie trying to explain the emotional turmoil of the scene to demogorgan #1 who gets distracted by demogorgan #2 who is practicing their own lines (making noises that can vaguely be described as crying??) so kas!eddie has to slap it in the face and gives it the pep talk of a life time ‘this scene is riding on you. You want to let your scene partner down? You want to let me down? You want to let yourself down?’

Demogorgan #1 shaking their head and kas!eddie slapping it on the ass with a ‘got get ‘em, tiger!’ Before sitting on the director’s chair he fashioned out of rocks and vines and sighing to himself, it’s two days until showtime and these amateurs are going to make him look like a fool in-front of the other demogorgans and demo bats.

[goforthequill]

A sleeping Bug from chapter 2 of The Golden Hourglass. Even your conscience needs rest sometimes.

[darklight-phantasm]

How Golden Queen recruited Dreamcatcher

Dreamcatcher: Wig, okay. Golden Queen: Wait, did you just say wig? Dreamcatcher: Yes. Golden Queen: I know, wig, I feel that already! Wolfgang & Krankcase: What is wig? Golden Queen: No, it's not your language it's just for us. Wig.