#why are all the coloured dyes so... saturated?

[aeriona]

How Inkfish Change their Ink Colour

Here's an extremely long, (poorly) illustrated speculatory post about how ink and inksports could THEORETICALLY work in Splatoon! yippee!

Ink is a mucous that Inklings, Octolings and Cuttlings produce with their ink sac, where it can be expelled through the mouth and siphon (and through the skin via the ink vessels, but don't worry about that just yet). You can take a look at my diagram of the ink vessels here.

Spitting up or sweating ink is a common stress response in ink-bearing cephalopods, it also serves as an extremely rude gesture if you happen to aim it at someone else's face.

Inkfish actually can't change ink colour on their own, so instead they have to rely on artificial means to brighten and saturate the colour into something more easily recognisable.

The history behind inksports is extensive. In ancient times, inkfish would use naturally occurring dyes (such as clay, plants etc.) to change their ink colour, often to denote a particular social group. In modern times, colours are artificially synthesised and treated to have a minimal impact on the inkfish's body as possible, as believe it or not constantly eating red clay wasn't exactly good for you.

The colour of an Inkling or Octoling's skin is determined by chromatophores, which can be basically any colour or shade they choose. The chromatophores function completely independently from the ink sac, so it's possible to have differing skin and ink colours (although you'd probably confuse your teammates a fair bit).

This is fine and cool and all, but how do inkfish prevent different team colours from just blending all together in a match? WELL! While turfing capsules also change ink colour, they can also alter the chemical qualities of the ink itself by introducing something called polarity!

There are two kinds of turfing ink- polar and nonpolar. In easy terms (I am not a chemist), it's what allows two different colours of ink to sit on top of each other in separate layers instead of diluting together like paint. Before a match starts, each turfing team is given dye capsules in their respective team colour, with each team having opposing polarities to prevent inks from mixing together during the game.

Before technology got involved, people would simply use oil and water to prevent one ink colour from mixing with another's. Nowadays, oil and fat derivatives are commonplace as it's less likely to cause health problems as the body slowly processes it out.

Splatting works when enemy ink reacts with the outermost ink vessels in an opposing team member's skin, forcing the victim to contract their ink sac and spit up all their ink (usually in the form of a super-jump back to spawn, though in the moment it's not uncommon to overshoot it). It's also possible to splat someone with blunt force trauma, but we tend to call that assault. Splatting is usually not dangerous, but it's still not a terribly pleasant experience and is somewhat painful, akin to a nasty static shock.

This splatting reaction is also why water is used in turf stages as a restrictive barrier, as water causes the same splatting reaction in the body as enemy ink does (at least until the dye wears off).

Okay that's all I got, I'm not gonna go into ink weapon mechanics because I'm tired... perhaps another day haha. Hopefully that all made sense and I apologise deeply if it didn't. Feel free to shoot me an ask if something needs to be cleared up or explained in further detail haha

[ehlnofay]

Pax should have said no.

Damn it all, they should have said no. Should have said go to hell and fucked off back – stop contacting me, sort out your own shit – but they didn’t, fuck knows why, and now they’re stuck here.

(They know why. They know exactly why; absolutely anything would be better than fucking off back to Cyrodiil. What’s for them there?)

But there’s nothing worth staying for here either, and now she’s crammed in between strangers on a long table, everyone dressed in fabrics she’s never seen with dyes so saturated they seem almost gory, eating stuff that isn’t food and talking loud enough to make her want to hurl a glass into the wall. It’s bizarre. The woman next to her, ruddy-faced and bald, wears a headpiece that shines like the sun the Isles doesn’t have; the other side is taken up by a stranger in a bone-white porcelain mask who has not moved but to swill the wine around in their glass. There’s scarcely room for Pax’s chair. It all feels like such a baffling pantomime of aristocracy (she's known the real thing well enough – feasts and toasts and luxurious gifts she had no use for, and if she doesn’t stop thinking about it she actually will throw a glass), bright colours and rich settings and a god taking offerings at the head of the table.

At least, Pax thinks, no-one tries to talk to him; they’re too busy fawning over their lord. Which is probably to be expected; but it all feels so strange, so unsettling, the way they all lean in towards it like flowers turning to face the sun, like seaweed dragged at by the inescapable pull of the tides. They grow towards it through the cracks in the air, matter moving toward the inevitable centre, as if they can imagine nothing more than this.

(Even more unsettling is the way it responds in kind, listening attentively to anyone who speaks to it, leaning in as though to kiss them, as though to swallow them whole. All hell, why did Pax agree to this? Why did they come?)

(They should have told it to fuck off. Should have said no way, I don’t want to help you, don’t want to get involved in anything you’d need my help for. I don’t owe you anything. I don’t need anything from you. I don’t want anything to do with you. I’m done.)

(Pax is done. Pax is sick to death of all this shit; doesn’t want to deal with this, the vaguely described problems of a god that picks people apart like it’s unravelling a thick yarn shawl. Doesn’t want to deal with anything like this. He’s had his fill of gods.)

(Why is he still fucking here? Why did he agree to this? This is no better than eating in that weird fucking inn in town. This is no better than –)

(That’s a lie. It’s a bit better than Cyrodiil. Just as much a shithole, but it pulls the rug out from under him often enough that he doesn’t have time to think too much.)

“Not hungry?” says a prowling voice, coiling catlike into the plaits in their hair, and Pax jumps enough to jostle the masked bastard sitting ramrod straight next to him.

He looks up.

At the empty placemat across from him sits a figure veiled in gossamer, glittering in the glow of the lit-up lichen on the distant throne; the fabric of its endless shawls pulls apart at the ends, peeling away from itself, shedding patches like iridescent insect wings every time it shifts. If Pax squints, they can see through it to the grand marbled wall behind.

She glances back at the chair at the head of the table, where something lounges, eyes dripping gold, intricately carved cane laid across its knees; its too-many fingers are laced with the hand of a man whose gown blooms floral. Flatly, she says, “What the fuck?”

“Aren’t you hungry?” Sheogorath asks, pouting; she can hear it laughing down the other end of the table. “It’s a proper feast. We pulled out all the stops.”

Pax shifts their eyes away to peer down at their plate. “You have served me worms,” she says. She flicks the dish with a fingernail. “In jelly. With flowers.”

“Larva, actually,” Sheogorath replies. It’s still at the other end of the table. It doesn’t seem eager to explain this. When it smiles, the gossamer falls away; its whole face splits in half.

It’s all so fucking stupid. Pax takes a deep breath – in through the nose, ignore all the odd spiced smells, and out – and does not yell at it, or try to hit it, because she’s gotten herself into a situation where that’s not really an option, because she’s a fucking idiot. Why didn’t she just say no?

(She knows why.)

The Mad God’s teeth flash bright as the ornate silver cutlery. Its chair scrapes back from the table. “It melts in your mouth,” it tells her, eyes glittering, “but I won’t make you try it. Walk with me?”

The figure still sits at the head of the table, snatching something from someone’s plate, always, always laughing. Its limbs sprawl like tentacles, like the silken threads of a tapestry, to encompass the whole room. The dinner guests stare as though bewitched, bedevilled, beguiled. Not one of them is looking at Pax. If he were to drop dead with his face in the food his corpse would not be discovered until sunrise.

Pax sniffs and shoves his chair back from the table. He lets Sheogorath (the second Sheogorath – but it must be, what else could it be?) lead him through a narrow door into some winding hallway, the walls lined and rimed with ornate coloured-glass windows. (It’s so much quieter. Still as garishly bright, but Pax is getting the sense that that is inescapable, here; the clothes they wear, as crumpled and covered in travelling-grime as ever and startlingly out of place against the odd jagged finery of the dinner party, seem unimaginably dull in comparison. Everything seems unimaginably dull in comparison.) Outside the windows, they can catch glimpses of the city – its winding, lamp-lit streets, the jumbled mess of its architecture, the sky arcing above it like a child’s attempt at watercolours. Pax wants to smash it, tear it down.

There’s no sun here, but still it’s night. The sky has shifted to purple and black.

“Isn’t it nice?” says their companion; when they look back, it’s nothing more than a shifting impression in the stained-glass window, a series of hairline cracks. It still manages, somehow, to smile at them.

It’s not. The sky is a shadow and the flamboyance of the palace is scraping at their spine. “Sure,” Pax says flatly. When she flexes her fingers, the bruising staining the base knuckle of her thumb aches.

Sheogorath looks at her – an ancient man leaning on a stick, a flickering painting, a bloody corpse, a little girl in velvet-red skirts, a breath. In its mercurial shifting she catches the flowery blossom of the man at the table’s collar, an unpleasant glimpse of her own braided hair, the smell of sulphur. It tips its head. She can’t focus on it anywhere but for the eyes.

“You don’t like my dinner parties,” it announces, as though it’s a revelation, a tragedy; its body crumbles like sea cliffs slowly eroded by the ways. It’s annoying – bloody obnoxious, and incomprehensible, and kind of weird that it noticed, that it would even care. (She’s never liked dinner parties. Nobody ever commented on it before.)

I’ve had well enough of them, Pax could say, or no, I don’t like you, but it’s the fucking Mad God, Daedric Prince of – Pax doesn’t even know what, he’s never known much about this shit, only that it’s well worth avoiding. Prince of the mad and the missing and the foolish, of breaking and breaking and putting yourself back together backwards. She should have said no, but she didn’t, and who knows what would happen if she went back on that now?

It's slinking closer. All that stay static enough to make out are eyes and teeth.

“Pax, yes?” it says, soft-voiced – a hand lands on his arm, small and dry and shivering, the skin as thing as a mouldering leaf. “You have no obligations here. If you want to be on your own, be on your own. We’ve plenty of space for it.”

Pax’s eyes narrow. He does not jerk away from it.

In the light of the coloured sky, the coloured windows, its face is phantasmagorical. “If you don’t want to be here,” it continues – still so skin-pricklingly gentle – “then your hand will not be forced. I’ll speed your way home if you wish.”

They can’t help but twitch at that. It’s setting their teeth on edge. (It’s lying – has to be. After its ages of coaxing them in, meting out information, not telling them where they were until they were on its doorstep, it would not give them the chance to leave.) Rough, still covered in road-grime, Pax asks, “Why should I believe you?”

(None of them have ever given them the chance to leave.)

Sheogorath, a figure of hollow skin and bone, inclines its head. “I wouldn’t lie to you, Pax,” it says. Its eyes are wide and bulging, whites on full display like a frightened horse; it grins again. “Others might. But we’re not a monolith. We’re not even especially similar.”

Pax bites down on the flat edge of their tongue. “That doesn’t mean anything to me.”

The light coming in through the windows flickers. The Mad God turns to meet it.

“I’m the youngest,” it says, its voice glittering like mist on the air. “Did you know that? I don’t remember the world without you in it.” Its form spasms, volatile, wings and limbs and eyes like a snail’s on stalks sprouting and choking and subsiding back into its mass. “I’m closer to you than any. I understand, almost.”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” Pax repeats. She’s gritting her teeth, tonguing at her gums where two are missing. Are two devil-gods not enough to deal with for a lifetime? Is there really going to be more of this now, too?

Rolling through the air like smoke, the voice says, “It will.”

Pax presses purple-green knuckles to her mouth. Her teeth dig into the soft meat of her lip.

Sheogorath turns to face her, hair moving as though blown by the wind, as though tugged by the tides. It sighs. “You don’t believe me,” it says. Its tongue pokes through its teeth. “That’s perfectly fine. Clever, even. But if you want to leave, all you need to do is tell me so.” It pauses, then; the train of its strange, gnarled crown shifts over its shoulders when it moves its head. “Or just leave. The door is still open.”

“You’d be fine with me just leaving,” Pax rasps around his knuckle, “after weeks of not leaving me alone?”

(Of begging him to come, poorly-hidden agitation giving way to blatant franticness, half-swallowing the fear that choked its face in every mirror it spoke to him through. Of begging him still, after he got here, after he met it – begging in a roundabout manner, casual as anything, its every motion reeking of fear. Its abject terror when he turned to leave. You’ve come this far. Why not hear an old man out? Pax told it that it wasn’t an old man, that he didn’t give a shit either way, and it slid through a child, a monster, a sulphur-burned body coughing blood, his own shuddering form in armour he hasn’t seen in months, and it said please.)

(Regained its composure, its gentleman’s face, immediately afterward. But it – the Mad God, unknowable, inconsolable – said please. Pax still doesn’t know what to do with that.)

The Mad God, now, shrugs. Taps at the hairline cracks in the stained glass windows. “I’d prefer you didn’t,” it says, one pair of hands braiding something intricate into its beard. The hand on the glass slips down. “I told you. I do need a champion.”

“And I told you,” Pax bites, something aching and ugly surging in their gut, “not to call me that again.”

A smile, bloody-mouthed and beaming. “But we will abide,” says Sheogorath, and digs its fingers into the cracks of the stone. One brick slides loose, mortar dug up under its nails. It offers it up.

Pax licks their teeth and takes it.

The brick shivers, momentarily – crumbles, in their hand, like sand slithering through their fingers, and left in their palm is a hardy slip of bone. Spiked and sprawling, carved with intricate patterns; it arranges itself around an oval of empty space, the perfect size for four sharp-knuckled fingers.

“You can always leave,” the Mad God tells them, and for a moment it does look so very young and strangely, staggeringly hopeful. “But give it a chance. I think you could love the Isles, if you choose to.”

[bloodsoakedcambion]

Frog Journal exercise

Fergy sat down and started scratching away at his scrapbook. The contents of his pockets had been ruffled by the chaos of the day, some leaves had crumpled and flaked, some grasses and cuttings dulled in the absence of the sun, but the vermillion splendour of the chip had faced no such loss. There was no love lost for most of the pieces, simple casualties of a long day's exploration. He tended to flourish them with anecdotes and annotations regardless, the only exception would be that of excellency. Of course, that did warrant a story. A carefully-told story, with tact taken to remember the details. He scratched his chin, leaned over his table for a biscuit, and grabbed a napkin with which to start the ditty that'd mark the day…

Fergus and the Little Comet. Part One.

Behold, behold and rejoice ye reader! Aye, does not this frozen fragment of fire perplex and intrigue ye? I had just begun a normal day, normal as I had baked my buns sweet as I like them, normal as I had sat on my patio in the damp April sun. Normal, that Teddy and Alan had passed by on their way to the pond, normal that I could simply lay with little care for working or writing. I spent my morning in those normal comforts, and nearly convinced myself to stay past lunch before a wandering sunlit jade strut in the distance. So pretty as it was, undoubtedly the Spring foliage, I brought myself to plod over and spy a look. Yet as I went, into the grasses and greens, this special hue seemed to dance back and away. I had already broken the treeline by the time I spied the source of the thing! Some mighty sanguine, a ravishing ruddy gleam, had cut a gorgeous glow into the leaves. Well I'm not one to shy away in the face of the unusual, let alone the downright strange, so I took a hop, skip, and a jump across the field and up to the foot of the hill. It was remarkably chill amongst the grasses, even under the pitching sun, yet it grew mighty hot as I danced up the slope.

Hand shading my eyes and my wits all about me, I carefully slid towards the glow. It was magnificent, a glowering scarlet that pitched up and all around from the dirt, dyeing the razed patch of grass and the whole world around a raw, saturated red, pink, and gold. I could barely look at the thing, eyes so sharply squint, but I always keep my collecting tools in my day trousers. I tapped it once with my hammer, and brought it down heavy when it only seemed to hum in response. Off came a clatter! A handful of shrapnel. It Seemed to calm, but I couldn't for the life of me figure out what it was. I might've stopped to puzzle what to do, whether to get fetch Gunter or to strike it again, but now that I could look I was transfixed! The colour was no different in the thing itself, a regal landscape of bands and crystals that wuthered and crashed like waves. I pocketed one of the chips and resolved to take the long route back. Long enough to consider what to write here, and long enough to pick up a few more specimens to mark the day by. All for naught of course - something can only be so impressive when framed next to the spectacular. I have many questions to ask, and while I hope that Gunter and the others may be able to answer them, I really have to wonder for myself. Why were there no other beasties? Why was I the one to find it, and why has no one come by to talk about the strange thing? I can't speak for the whole village, but I've known the lot of them long enough to know they can't resist a good gab, and what better gab than a marvel? All the best, Fergus. I shall have more to write here tomorrow.

[scarletunit6]

The jubilee weekend is well underway and what could be a more fitting topic for an interior design blog than royal purple? This is an amazing colour that harmonises with a wide range of other tones, materials, and design trends. Read on to learn all you need to know about using royal purple!

Why is purple royal?

In many of our blogs and in conversation, purple as a whole colour is often referred to as royal, but why is this? To understand the reasoning behind this noble epithet we must travel back in time – a long way back in time…

In the ancient world, people across the globe loved to use colour but in a pre-mass manufacturing age, purple was the hardest colour to create. In the Roman world, purple dye was made from rare snails which was extremely expensive. This celebrated Tyrian purple was the preserve of the Roman kings, and once they were booted out, senators were allowed to wear only a purple stripe on their togas. Purple really was a big deal in the ancient world!

This majestic reputation was adopted throughout the medieval and early modern eras through to the present day. While purple is no longer the legally protected reserve of the nobility, we still associate purple with a feeling of grandeur and sophistication.

What is royal purple specifically?

Royal purple is a chic shade of blue-magenta. It’s soft yet powerful, with an underlying richness to it. While clearly purple, the blue undertone to the colour makes it also flexible. Royal purple’s closest relatives are shades of plumb, violet and lavender.

Royal purple has been a popular colour in many aspects of life from sweet wrappers to clothing and home furnishings. In interior design, royal purple works well as a dominant colour in a space, through to a secondary supporting role.

Royal purple curtains in a high-quality velvet set within a cool, off-white space with matching purple lamp shades and cushions will make a room feel chic and welcoming in equal measure.

Which colours go with royal purple?

Royal purple is a great colour to use as part of an exciting and dynamic colour palette. Below, we’ve pulled together our top three perfect partners for royal purple!

Royal purple and platinum

We’re not only referencing this because it’s Her Majesty’s platinum jubilee, but it’s also actually an amazing partnership. Royal purple and platinum are both well known for their regal natures, but combined, they really shine. The main reason for this, beyond the lovely contrast of the brilliant silver and eye-catching purple, is the saturation of the later, and the shimmer of the former. Metallic tones are eye-catching in a different way to juicy non-metallic colours and few combinations will ever be as sophisticated as royal

Royal purple and cream

Purple and cream offer style conscious decorators the opportunity to create something that’s exciting, fresh and captures a characterful traditional style. Similarly to royal purple and platinum, using cream offers an excellent contrast between the colours to make each standout, but in a softer way. A lighter cream will help make a space feel modern and contemporary whereas a richer, warmer tone will make it look classically chic. Consider using purple and cream as part of a pattern for the best effect.

Royal purple and teal

For a space that’s modern, fun and punchy, add shades of teal to your royal purple decor. Teal and purple both have blue undertones so combining the two in a space will be sure to make it pop. Using bright, juicier shades of teal with accents of royal purple, will make sure the space doesn’t become too overbearing – especially if you use purple home accessories. You could even add in shades of soft neutrals to break up the space in a supremely chic and stylish way!

Anon, (2022). Colour Focus: Royal Purple & The Platinum Jubilee. [online] Available at: https://www.blindsdirect.co.uk/blog/colour-focus-royal-purple-the-platinum-jubilee [Accessed 21 Feb. 2024]. ‌

[oh-yes-i-did-not]

TODAY on Leo does something with a goal in mind~ I don’t have a mid season coat, like, for spring and fall. The coat one would usually use for those, the light woolly coat, I use for winter. Because I don’t get cold. If I do I just layer an extra shirt under and I’m fine.

BUT anygays, I thought having another coat would be fashionable so I tried to come up something stash busting. And that’s granny squares. All the cotton yarn it can eat, was the idea, but then I got set on a thicker yarn and had to order some more but WHO CARES, I’m making something of it.

And since cotton is pretty good, granny squeres are just full of holes so I need a lining. Two linings, probably. One for just warmth and wind and another for slipperiness and wind. So today I dyed some basic cotton fabric. It might have been a bed sheet in it’s past life. Or a curtain. Or a tablecloth. But in it’s second life it’s now my top lining fabric.

I used a blend of lemon yellow (1/5) and a more orangey yellow (4/5) in 10% of dry weight solution and I could not be happier with the results. The photos kinda mess with it, it’s not that orange. It’s more of a really warm, spicy yellow. And it’s the first time I got results that good, since my (or our, as a class) tests before have failed somewhat, losing most of the colour in rinse. But the secret just seemed to be to keep that temperature on the upper limits of the given range, which was between 50 to 60 degrees Celsius.

Or actually, 50 degrees, do not pass 60 was a more accurate wording of our instructions. Which is why we’ve been careful to keep the bath temperature at exact 50 as much as possible. I’m now starting to think that’s a mistake. A HUGE mistake. Don’t do that. Try to aim at 55 degrees Celsius. Keep it around that.

Next thing is the inner lining fabric, the one that should make the coat easy to put on and add some extra wind break. I was hesitating on this a lot since I don’t want to mess my cotton coat with some polyester lining fabric. And also, fabric EXPENSIVE so I would rather just go without. Luckily someone recommended Kässä Kirppu just in time.

(This is Finland only thing so ignore this paragraph unless you’re from here:) Second hand crafts supplies, with affordable prices. In practice, second hand here means leftovers or stuff you never used, not like... used fabric and yarn. So unused but cheaper than new. I’m not yet super sure how it works but basically, for a provision, you can send your stuff to them to sell. They seems to take professional photos of it, too. And you can buy all that stuff through them so no need to manage multiple sellers for each product. Might be more expensive than your local flea market but also, easier to browse. Give it a look https://kassakirppu.fi/

ANYWAYS, they sent me my shining new viscose satin fabric today. Viscose or Rayon is a semi-synthetic fabric, made of a natural material, cellulose, but going through some major processing on the way, making it also synthetic. But when it comes to qualities like dyeing, it’s natural. And viscose satin sure does not get caught on every molecule of your being like synthetic satin does. Most of the clothes I own are either cotton or viscose so it’s a good everyday fabric, imo. More expensive but also more modern and environmentally friendly semi-synthetics are Lyocell and Cupro, so if you have the money, look into those. I don’t so yeah, onwards.

My camera actually decided to be an ass today on everything (or it just hates yellow) so whereas my dye bath pics came out too orange, the satin pics came out way pale. The one above is already cranked up to 100 on both colour temp and saturation, and it’s not yet right. Not on my screen at least.

THIS is a more accurate representation of what an absolute easter yellow thing this fabric is. It’s just YELLOW.

So yeah anyways, now a new decision is ahead of me. Should I keep the YELLOW fabric as it is, since it would be the inside lining and kinda like a happy “whaddya buying?” effect, or should I dye it to tone it down, just a notch. It definitely doesn’t match the yarn I have, any of it. But also, does it need to? It’s yellow, so what???

Also, I definitely have more of this satin than I have the cotton so I might have to patch in in some places anyways.

[hairstyleforteen]

Why Wont My Roots Take Color?

Have you ever ever skilled the frustration of making an attempt to dye your hair, solely to seek out that your roots will not take the colour? It may be a disappointing and complicated expertise, particularly when you've adopted all of the directions and used high-quality merchandise. Fortuitously, there are a number of the reason why your roots may not be taking shade, and lots of of them are straightforward to repair. On this article, we'll discover a number of the frequent causes of this drawback and give you suggestions and tips for attaining the colourful, even shade you are after. So sit again, calm down, and let's get to the foundation of the difficulty! Why Will not My Roots Take Shade?In case you have bother getting shade to take in your roots, it might be due to a couple causes. First, the hair could also be too oily, making it tough for the dye to penetrate. Second, the hair could also be too broken or porous, inflicting it to soak up shade erratically. Lastly, utilizing the fallacious developer energy or leaving the dye on for too in need of a time may also lead to poor shade uptake. To keep away from this situation, make certain to correctly prep and prime the hair earlier than coloring and comply with the directions on the dye field rigorously. Why Will not My Roots Take Shade? In the event you've ever coloured your hair, you understand how irritating it may be when your roots do not take the colour. You could be questioning what's inflicting this drawback and how one can repair it. Listed below are some potential the reason why your roots aren't taking shade and what you are able to do about it. 1. Pure Hair Shade Your pure hair shade can have an effect on how properly your roots take shade. In case your hair is of course darkish, it may be more durable to lighten it, and the colour might not take as properly. However, in case your hair is of course mild, it might be simpler to paint it. Moreover, when you've got grey hair, it may be extra resistant to paint. To beat this drawback, chances are you'll want to make use of a stronger developer or select a hair shade that is particularly designed for grey hair. You can even strive pre-lightening your hair earlier than coloring it. 2. Hair Porosity Hair porosity refers to how properly your hair absorbs moisture and different substances. In case your hair is very porous, it could soak up shade rapidly, which may end up in uneven shade. However, in case your hair is much less porous, it might be extra resistant to paint. To find out your hair's porosity, you are able to do a easy take a look at. Take a strand of hair and place it in a bowl of water. If it sinks to the underside rapidly, your hair is very porous. If it floats, your hair is much less porous. In case you have extremely porous hair, chances are you'll want to make use of a shade filler earlier than coloring your hair. This may assist even out the colour and make it extra vibrant. 3. Product Buildup Product buildup may also have an effect on how properly your roots take shade. In the event you use numerous styling merchandise, shampoos, and conditioners, they will depart behind a residue that may stop the colour from penetrating your hair. To take away product buildup, you need to use a clarifying shampoo or apple cider vinegar rinse. This may assist take away any residue and put together your hair for coloring. 4. Improper Utility In the event you're not making use of the colour accurately, it could additionally have an effect on how properly your roots take shade. In the event you're not saturating your roots with sufficient shade, they could not take the colour as properly. To make sure correct software, you need to part your hair and apply the colour generously to your roots. You must also use a processing cap to maintain the colour from drying out. 5. Timing Timing can be vital with regards to coloring your hair. In the event you do not depart the colour on lengthy sufficient, it might not penetrate your hair sufficient to create an enduring impact. To make sure correct timing, comply with the directions on the hair shade field. In case you have cussed grey hair, chances are you'll want to depart the colour on longer. 6. Water High quality The standard of your water may also have an effect on how properly your roots take shade. In case your water is difficult, it could depart behind minerals that may intrude with the coloring course of. To fight this, you need to use a chelating shampoo or set up a water softener in your bathe. This may assist take away any minerals and make it simpler for the colour to penetrate your hair. 7. Well being Circumstances Sure well being situations may also have an effect on how properly your hair takes shade. In case you have a thyroid situation, for instance, it could have an effect on your hair's texture and make it more durable to paint. In the event you suspect you might have a well being situation that is affecting your hair, discuss to your physician. They are able to advocate therapies or drugs that may assist. 8. Chemical Injury Chemical injury may also have an effect on how properly your roots take shade. In the event you've used numerous chemical therapies in your hair, resembling relaxers or perms, it could injury the hair and make it more durable to paint. To fight this, you need to keep away from utilizing harsh chemical substances in your hair and deal with repairing the injury. You should utilize a deep conditioning remedy or protein remedy to strengthen your hair and put together it for coloring. 9. Age As we age, our hair can change into extra resistant to paint. It's because the hair follicles shrink, which might make it more durable for the colour to penetrate the hair. To fight this, chances are you'll want to make use of a stronger developer or select a hair shade that is particularly designed for mature hair. 10. Genetics Lastly, genetics may also play a job in how properly your hair takes shade. In case you have naturally resistant hair, it might be more durable to paint. To fight this, you'll be able to strive pre-lightening your hair or utilizing a shade filler earlier than coloring. You can even discuss to knowledgeable stylist who can advocate the very best merchandise and strategies to your hair kind. In conclusion, there are lots of components that may have an effect on how properly your roots take shade. By understanding these components and taking steps to beat them, you'll be able to obtain the colourful, long-lasting shade you need. Often Requested Questions Listed below are some frequent questions on why roots will not take shade that you just may discover useful: Why will not my roots take shade? 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If you're taking medicine and are experiencing problem with shade uptake at your roots, it might be useful to talk along with your physician or knowledgeable stylist to find out if there are any steps you'll be able to take to enhance your hair's well being and shade uptake. Can stress have an effect on how my roots take shade? Sure, stress can undoubtedly have an effect on how your roots take shade. When you're below stress, your physique produces cortisol, which might trigger your hair to change into extra porous and brittle. This could make it more durable for shade to take evenly and may also trigger your hair to change into extra susceptible to breakage. If you're experiencing stress and are having problem with shade uptake at your roots, it might be useful to take steps to handle your stress ranges, resembling practising meditation or yoga, getting common train, or talking with a therapist. Can laborious water have an effect on how my roots take shade? Sure, laborious water can undoubtedly have an effect on how your roots take shade. Laborious water incorporates minerals like calcium and magnesium, which might construct up in your hair and make it more durable for shade to penetrate evenly. This could trigger your roots to look lighter or extra brassy than the remainder of your hair. In the event you stay in an space with laborious water, it might be useful to make use of a clarifying shampoo as soon as every week to assist take away mineral build-up. You might also need to think about using a water softener or putting in a bathe filter to assist cut back the quantity of minerals in your water. In conclusion, there might be a number of the reason why your roots usually are not taking shade. It might be because of the kind of hair dye you might be utilizing, the situation of your hair, or the appliance course of. It is very important select a high-quality hair dye that's particularly formulated to your hair kind and texture. Moreover, make certain your hair is in good situation through the use of deep conditioning therapies and avoiding extreme warmth styling. Moreover, the appliance course of performs an important position in attaining optimum shade outcomes. Be sure to use the hair dye evenly and completely, particularly to your roots. Observe the directions rigorously and depart the dye on for the really helpful period of time to make sure most penetration. Lastly, in case you are nonetheless having bother along with your roots not taking shade, it might be finest to seek the advice of with knowledgeable hairstylist. They will present personalised suggestions and recommendation on find out how to obtain your required shade with out damaging your hair. With the following tips and tips, you'll be able to obtain the right shade and have wholesome, vibrant hair. Read the full article

[sky-scribbles]

I know I said I’d eventually get the Resilient Warden set for Zeth... but this is very tempting and definitely fits his aesthetic more... Thoughts?

(Not that I’ll ever be able to afford that dye unless I do nothing but grind heroics for an entire year.)

[evermore-fashion]

I feel like I always look forward to your opinions on the MET ball and was curious on a couple things: Are there any looks you've revisited and come to appreciate/dislike even more after finding the explanations of the outfits? What were your thoughts on the baseball hats? If you feel it's mean you can ignore it but what look(s) did you dislike the most this year?

Thank you, I hope you've enjoyed my opinions on the 2022 Met Gala so far. As for revisiting looks from this year I can't say I've changed my mind regardless of knowing the meaning behind them or not. I do have a bigger appreciation for Sebastian Stan and Glen Close's hot pink Valentino looks after I found out it did tie in with the "Gilded Glamour" theme thanks to @phoenixyfriend who left the following comment in my Met Gala 2022 Thoughts post. "Sebastian and Glenn Close were almost definitely using mid/late 19th century aniline dye trends (re: everyone is obsessed for decades with making their clothes as bright and saturated as possible) as inspiration for their colour choice."

The only look I disapprove of is Kourtney Kardashian's deconstructed suit by Thom Browne simply because I thought her attitude over the Met Gala theme was disrespectful. I know it comes across trivial as it should be about the fashion rather than what the attendee's say etc. However I hate it when someone like Kourtney openly says that she didn't think about the theme too much when picking/collaborating with Thom Browne on her outfit. It's just lazy especially in comparison to Blake Lively, Sarah Jessica Parker and even her sister Kim who spend months preparing their looks. If I'm brutally honest I hope Kourtney never attends again if thats her attitude towards the Met Gala themes. I also didn't understand Kylie Jenner's look outside of it being in honour of the late designer Virgil Abloh. It clearly didn't represent the theme at all and I really don't know why she paired the wedding gown with a baseball cap. The look was just odd and to me it made her stick out like a sore thumb for all the wrong reasons. I'd even go as far as saying that her look was the worst one from the 2022 Met Gala.

[initiumseries]

Bad Hollywood Wigs

So, all of them I guess.

This was a request from @keeloves​ and I feel like a couple other anons a while ago and I haven’t done a post like this in a long time so why not!

Let me preface this by saying that, culturally, hair is important to Black people. It’s important me, and I think, taking care of my hair is a cultural tether to my ancestors as much as it is a major part of my identity. So that being said, I think it’s...bafflingly egregious that major networks and studios that have millions to bang out CG saturated movies and/or shows, but can’t spend like....$200 on a good wig, for anybody but ESPECIALLY Black people is....remarkably perplexing, but I guess since so many Black actors and models have had to do their own makeup on set and come with their hair done, we can, as usual chalk this up to more antiblackness. Anyway. Here is, my list of bad wigs from some characters and shows I’m sure a lot of people are familiar with, as well as, some good ones for contrast. I’ll keep it short bc I think it’s easy to get the point across.

Bonnie.  I had to start here tbh.  A CLOSURE? In 2009?! I feel so utterly disrespected by this entire situation. A closure, on top of her new growth. And in THIS outfit? Everything about this is offensive. Bonnie deserved better. 

What in the half-wig hell. She looks exactly like how I used to do my own hair when I was 17, with a $60 budget. ON A MAJOR NETWORK? Someone should have been fired. 

Girl.

Michonne. No but honestly, what the fuck. Danai Gurira is too beautiful for this level of disrespectful uglification. A FULL CAP WIG ON AMC IN 2019?!  NOT. EVEN. LACE?!

Meanwhile Black women, can create this, a REAL WIG. 

Sasha vs. Michael Burnham Speaking of walking dead. I can’t believe they did better by Sonequa letting her wear her natural hair, vs. the monstrosity star trek subjected us to for 2 seasons (her season 3 wig is also terrible but can’t find good photos rn. 

And they even had the AUDACITY to gel this helmet with no part down. This is a hairstyle I expect to see from an ashy male blerd at comic con who is kinda growing out his perm. Not on a beautiful woman like Sonequa.

THIS is what she deserved. 

Mehcad Brooks as whatever this character was.  What a sin. 

MEANWHILE //REGULAR// BARBERS ARE DOING THIS?? Come on. 

Elena You know, the nerve to not even pluck this hairline. 

girls on IG have better wigs bitch. 

The nerve of colonizers to take this thing right outta the box, DYE it this despicable colour and AGAIN not pluck the hairline OR CUT THE FUCKING HAIR TO FRAME HER FACE!?!? Whew Satan is at work with this thing. 

Again, girls on IG are EATING HOLLYWOOD UP WITH WIGS. 

I feel like if we just started giving local hairdressers these big contracts to slay people’s wigs on set, we’d have such a different experience lmao. 

[leejungchans]

— universe update (210404).

note: words in italics are in english!! normal ones are in korean!!

juliet’s masterlist | jumbo ask game

Juliet [15:07] ATINY... I’ve been keeping something from you all...

Juliet [15:07] I just want to ask...

Juliet [15:07] Any last words to the purple hair?

Juliet [15:08] sorry, purple-haired juliet can’t come to the phone anymore

Juliet [15:09]

Juliet [15:09] hehe these are some of the last photos i have of the purple hair... it will be missed 😔💜

Juliet [15:10] What colour I’ll be dyeing it next?

Juliet [15:10] You’ll just have to wait and see ㅋㅋㅋ

Juliet [15:10] i like keeping you guys on your toes 👀👀

Juliet [15:11] No, I won’t be going back to black or dark brown just yet ^^

Juliet [15:11] why are you guys sending crying emojis ajdjwhhd now i feel bad 😭

Juliet [15:12] it’s just hair ahdkwhsj who knows maybe i’ll have purple hair again very soon

Juliet [15:12]

Juliet [15:12] ahjshwjs joking!! but you guys will like the next colour!! you liked it before too!!!!!

Juliet [15:13] oops wasn’t supposed to say that 💀💀 but at least you now know it’s a colour i’ve had before!!

Juliet [15:13] “rip scalp”???? lol ikr 🤡 tell that to our captain

Juliet [15:13] strongest scalp in kpop ✨

Hong Joong [15:16] Is that supposed to be a compliment...? ㅋㅋㅋ

Juliet [15:16] Yes (─‿‿─)💗

Juliet [15:16] okay fess up which one of you told him?????? (`ー´)

Juliet [15:17] when i said “tell that to our captain” i didn’t mean it literally 😭😭😭

Juliet [15:17] haha no i’m not actually mad!! i could never be mad at you guys 🥺

a/n: not @ juliet being like “lmao do you hear something bc i don’t 🤪✌️” when atinys are all like “noooo don’t touch the purple hair 😢😢😢” 💀💀💀 also i’m just realising how... overly saturated the purple looks bwhdhwjd but i’m too lazy to edit them again 💀💀💀💀 youi queen i’m so sorry for my horrible editing 😭

[cowboisadness]

Hang ‘Em High {Arthur Morgan x OC} Chapter 13

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x FemOC

Summery: Belle Hawthorne is high society looking to escape her mean husband. A robbery by the Van Der Linde gang could be her chance. Can she escape his cluches and possibly discover what love should feel like?

Warnings: Micah being Micah

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Chapter 13

I couldn’t stop thinking about Arthur's reaction after telling him I wanted to kill that no-good bastard. Currently stood in the cover of Arthurs tent as Miss Grimshaw checked my wound for any infection and helped me apply fresh dressings. She had seen so much of me at this point it didn't bother me anymore. She really was the mother hen of this gang. His reaction was one of confusion at first. His brows furrowed and his mouth hanging open like he had a million questions but didn’t know which one to start with. The moment I began to laugh his expression relaxed, snorting out a laugh along and shaking his head. Like it was a lighthearted joke shared amongst friends. To be honest, I am undecided on if it was a joke or not, I couldn’t see myself going through with something like that but I imagined it none-the-less The rage was true, I felt it from the depths of that pit in my stomach and as it spread throughout me. I wanted him to die, to be rid of him for once and for all, it would be the only thing to quell this feeling. 

My wound travelled from my breastbone and down just shy a couple of inches from my navel. A clean-cut that wasn’t deep enough to require stitches but enough to scar. Another to add to the collection.

Once done I made my way to the scout fire just on the edge of camp. It was hardly used by other members of the camp so the fire was out, everyone preferring to sit amongst each other at the main fire. Kicking the burnt logs on top I collected what I was after, the charcoals that sat at the bottom. Old wood that was burnt for so long and almost starved of oxygen. It was perfect for what I needed. I took my blackened treasure to the lakeside, collecting a pestle and mortar as well as a spare metal cup on the way. Sitting on the small jetty I began to make my concoction, breaking down the charcoal till it was nothing but dust and adding small amounts of water. Mixing it all together till a black paste was formed. I kept at it crushing as much of the charcoal until it was thoroughly mixed. The sun was high in the sky at this point, its rays reflecting off the ripples as it licked the stony shore. I continued what I was doing even as I heard footsteps on the jetty coming towards me. The person stopping just a couple of feet away from me, my back still turned away from whoever it may be. “What you up to girly?”

It was Micah. I had only interacted with him a few times since being here. His comments always seem condescending and slimy. The girls had warned me about him, none of them liked him and actively tried to keep away from him after comments he had made towards each of them. I wouldn’t have guessed he had been here only a handful of months given how he hangs around Dutch like a bad smell. “Charcoal mixed with water. Going to use it as eye makeup to hopefully make me less recognisable while out of camp.” “I thought only whores painted their faces. Whores and clowns.” He sneered 

“They possibly do.”

“Bit of a shame to ruin that young pretty face with makeup don’t you think? If you ever want to leave camp for a drink just come along with me. I’ll make sure to take care of you.” His voice turned lower with seductive tones. Worthy to make the bile from your stomach make its way up and stick to the back of your throat.

“Um, thank you for the offer, Micah, but I think I’ll feel much safer disguising myself somehow no matter who is with me.” I still didn't turn to him, hoping that he would take the hint that I didn't want his company. 

“Suit yourself. But the offer still stands, I’m willing to take you out on the town. Show you how us folks really party. None of that pricey wine and fancy petticoats you’re probably used to.”

I finally turned to him, looking at him deadpan in the hopes he would get the hint. He seemed too as he raised his hands in defeat and began walking backwards back into camp. That man desperately needs to go into town himself and pay for a woman. Hopefully, then he might just be a bit more bearable to converse with. But no woman would be paid enough to lay with that man. 

 Once done I poured the contents into the metal cup then cleaned out the pestle and mortar before returning it. The camp was much quieter than this morning when Sadie threatened to slice up Pearson. Arthur decided to take her out of camp and help with collecting any provisions Pearson needed. Knowing what Sadie had been through, losing her home and husband brutally and thus having her life flipped completely on its head, I wasn’t surprised by her overall behaviour. A once hardworking and happy woman with nothing to lose. I understood that in a way. They both arrived back, Sadie now sporting pants instead of a dress. They both unloaded the wagon and then Arthur was off again to meet Dutch back in Rhodes. I made my way over to the wagon to help organise the provisions and to offer my help in preparing the stew. Give Sadie and Pearson a break from each other. “Nice look you got going on, Sadie.” I smiled at the woman as I approached. She turned towards me, a box of vegetables in her hands. 

“Why, thank you. Thought I would take a leaf outta your book. They are sure more practical than a damn dress.”

“More comfortable too.” She hummed her agreement, placing the box down and then leaning against the wagon and lighting a cigarette. She offered me one to take from the box and I gladly accepted. She lit another match and presented it to me for me to light it with. Smoke quickly fills the air between us. 

“So how are you doing?” She asked, waving the match in the air and then flinging it into the dirt.

“I’ve had worse. What about you?”

“This place is driving me nuts. Glad I could get out for a while. Shooting those no good Raiders that ambushed us helped me relieve some of the rage.”

“You got ambushed?” I looked at her with wide eyes, smoke being exhaled as I spoke. 

“Relax, I ain’t afraid to hold my own...Ain’t afraid of dyin’ neither.”

“Hmm, I knew that feeling once,” I replied, thinking back to that night looking over the balcony railings in Saint Denis. Dying by his hand was a petrifying thought but dying by my own was something I thought about often back then.

“Oh, I got what you asked for. Sumac flowers and beet juice?”

“Thank you so much, Sadie. This is perfect.” I boasted, taking the items from her.

“What you need it for anyway?”

“Sumac and beets are natural dyes. Hoping together they will change my hair colour to a dark red.” 

“Well, that sounds mighty smart.” She smiled, blowing out smoke into the air above and then flinging the cigarette into the dirt along with the matches. We parted ways after that and I began to help Pearson prepare the stew. He seemed considerably more at ease with me as his assistant chef this time around. We exchanged mindless chatter about the weather and what variations of stew he could create. That was until he mentioned his time in the Navy. Once he started he couldn’t stop. But I listened along with a smile on my face and the occasional ‘uh huh’. After the threats he received this morning and gave out no less, I wasn’t in the position to stop him from having this moment of happiness.     Once everything was in the pot and beginning its slow boil, I made my way over to Karen for a towel I could borrow. Collected a fresh pair of clothing and a bar of soap and made my way to the lake. Beet juice and Sumac in hand. I'd crushed the Sumac into a powder after preparing dinner then mixed it in the jar that held the beet juice. It was very dark red, like old blood or wet artists paint. With my dark blonde hair, it should have no problem changing the overall colour while still looking somewhat natural. I’ll look like a new woman no doubt.  I followed along the waters edge until I was out of sight from the camp but still close enough I would be heard if anything was to happen. Placing the towel and soap on an old fallen log I made work on stripping my clothes and dressings, dropping them on the dirt around me. They were sweat-soaked anyway with how hot it can get here during the day. Opening the jar I was met with the powerful smell of beets, that earthy smell along with the scent the sumac was giving off was overwhelming but thankfully not too unpleasant. Making my way into the lake I began pouring the mixture onto the top of my head, making sure to get every strand completely saturated and not paying any mind to how it will stain my skin on the back of my neck and down my back where it lays. Leaving a trail in my path I flung the jar back onto the shore once I was waist-deep. Thankfully the lake remained shallow quite far out, given that I couldn’t get my wound wet. I began to wash, humming to myself at the delightful coolness the water granted. I’m starting to get used to this. Bathing in lakes instead of warm and deep porcelain tubs. Fish surrounding me instead of bubbles and the smell of the earth instead of Lavender hair oils. Although I'd probably be saying the exact opposite if I was in colder climates. I spent more time than I usually would bathing. Cupping the water and letting it pour over my shoulders and arms to wash away the soap and dirt, being careful to avoid the cut as I went. The scabs formed a ridge along my flesh, the skin tight and red around the edges. A constant reminder. 

Leaning back I dipped my head into the water to remove the dye and just hoping it had done its job. The water surrounding me turned the same deep red as I ran my fingers through my hair, pulling out any knots as each digit travelled from the top to the ends. An overwhelming sense of tranquillity washed over me as I looked out beyond the lake to the land ahead and around me. A small flock of ducks milling about further up, diving under the water to catch any small fish swimming below them. I slowly started making my way along, hoping I didn't disturb them. The cool water lapped around my waist and rippled behind me. Perching myself next to a large boulder standing out of the water to watch them as they quacked and ruffled their feathers. I was lost in my thoughts once again for a short while, the sounds of my name being called from the shore behind me bringing me back to where I was. I made my way around the boulder to see Arthur standing at the shore beside my scattered clothing. We saw each other at the same time, my arms coming up to cover myself, him turning around to face away from me. No doubt he saw. I could feel the heat flushing to my face, my cheeks probably as red as my hair should be. “Jesus...are you okay? Your cut opened up?” He asked, fidgeting on his feet as he looked in the direction of camp

“What? Erm, no, I’m fine.” I shook my head. He turned back slowly then, his eyes going everywhere else until they landed on me, then looked down to where my clothes lay.

“W-well what's with the blood all over here?”

“Oh...that’s beet juice. I’m fine, Arthur. I’m coming out in a moment.”

“Okay...Well, Hosea is looking for you.” 

“Okay...Thank you, Arthur.” I said more quietly, my cheeks still burning and my arms wrapped tightly around my chest. His eyes met mine for a moment and I expected him to turn away again like the gentleman he usually is, but he didn't. And neither did i. He inhaled deeply, nodding his head then turned to make his way back to camp with some haste. 

I leaned against the boulder, exhaling a breath I didn't know I was holding in. The chill of the water returning as my body began to cool down.

Despite the embarrassment of what just happened I thought to myself, out of all the men in the camp he was the only one I was glad came looking for me. Anyone else I would be mortified. 

I didn't mind Arthur seeing me like this. I trusted him...I liked him. 

My whole body shivered, goosebumps forming all across my arms and chest. It wasn’t caused by the water or the air was beginning to lower in temperature. 

With my lips curving up into a smidgen of a smile and a quiet sigh I admitted to myself that I liked that he saw me. I wanted him to.

@kashasenpai​

[davey-dammit]

Fashion often changes in broad, pendulum-like swings, and this is a good example of the phenomenon. But while the question is deceptively simple, the answer is complex, because it involves explaining several social and historical convergences. Bear with me, if you will, and I hope all will become clear: In the early 70's, there came about, pretty abruptly, a strong visual backlash against the electric, high-chroma,"psychedelic" colour palette that was such an iconic feature of the late 60's hippie culture; in short, the style got old very fast. The reasons were multiple: America was now deep in a quagmire of war; thousands were being drafted and returning home in coffins, mere weeks after their induction; protesters were being beaten and jailed; every day, the newspapers (!) revealed our leaders to be ever more egregiously stupid crooks, liars and fools. Madness and anarchy seemed to lie around every corner. Somehow all that celebratory, fun, acid-saturated colour now seemed ... silly and self-indulgent. It became as inappropriate as wearing a "Smile" t-shirt to a schoolbus rollover. And all the gentle social upheaval and genial questioning of institutional values that those bright colours once cheekily promised? Well, they no longer carried much appeal. In fact, they seemed frightening - just more uncertainty and conflict, in already uncertain and conflicted times. People were suddenly in the visual mood for something more muted, contemplative and restrained. The faintly mournful "autumn" colour palette - dark orange, oxblood, copper, brown, harvest gold, avocado green - filled that need so well that, as you point out, it literally became symbolic of the decade. Perhaps simply because it reminded folks of a less complex time, when subtle, visually digestible, vegetable-based dyes coloured our surroundings, rather than incomprehensible, knock-your-eyes-out chemical pigments (whose colours were actually meant to approximate the livelier visual effects of a hallucinogenic experience!). Concurrently with the shift in colour preferences, smaller, meticulously repeated patterns once again began to appear on fabrics and wallpapers, as sharp stylistic counterpoint to the free-form, Yellow Submarine-esque, "supergraphic rainbow" visuals that had overwhelmed every available wall surface during the previous decade. Those autumn colours also thematically supported, and were cross-fertilized by, the decade's nascent "natural" movement. Still inspired by the lofty ideals of their older siblings' recently failed hippie paradigm, and boosted by the first vague stirrings of the modern ecology movement, '70s boomers forsook (at least temporarily) their parents' blatant consumerim, and instead embraced the generationally dormant, homespun handicrafts of their grandparents: macramé, crochet, bargello, weaving, leatherworking, cutting down old beer bottles into drinking glasses. The handicrafts they created and proudly decorated their homes with were mostly made from organic materials, so they just looked better when surrounded with earth-tone colours. Chromatic colour was out, because it detracted from the workmanship - which was, after all, what differentiated handmade-and-unique from factory-extruded and common. This attitudinal shift towards muted, "homemade" colour and texture, and away from slick, obviously industrial colours and finishes was, at least in part, probably a subconscious side-effect of the 70's generation's fast-growing resentment of both the politician-buying industrial complex, and its ongoing material support for a war they despised. (Yes, the war ended in '75, but resentments lingered.) It was, if you will, a form of protest, or boycott: a generation's tentative, somewhat pathetic attempt to re-exert control over their own visual destiny, and to wrest whatever tiny part of their environment they still could, away from the overbearing and apparently malignant industrial and commercial forces that were threatening to overwhelm them socially, financially and politically. At the same time as these colour and design changes took hold in home decor, people began gradually shifting their wardrobes back to natural wools and cottons. After a decade and a half of collecting increasingly slinky, shiny, uncomfortable, odiferous and obviously synthetic garments - which were themselves a pendulum-swing away from the ossified white-cotton-shirt, gray-flannel-suit ethos of the two decades following WWII, the fabric-choice pendulum was again swinging back. And in clothing, as in interior design, autumnal, natural colours were generally seen to be more complementary to natural materials than chromatic colours. That all being said (whew!), the prevalence of the autumnal palette wasn't really as all-encompasing as retro media like That 70's Show would have us believe. (Btw, what was up with the anachronistic, so-90's, industrial loft-tech, cheese-grater kitchen lights? Obvious clanger.) Designers frequently go kind of over-the-top when they try to recreate a period look, a generation or more later. Frankly, even Mad Men, though certainly very well researched, is visually a little overbearing in its representation of the period; after all, not everything in the Sixties was of the Sixties; some of it hailed from the Fifties and Forties, even the Thirties. Just as we still occasionally see an 80's wood panelled Buick land-shark station wagon in the Walmart parking lot, or a suitcase-sized VCR parked under a friend's tube TV, I long to see a cheap postwar suit on some poor agency schlub who supervises the steno pool. Instead, everybody wears Brooks Brothers. All the time. It is also instructive to realize that within any fashion era "look" you'd care to examine, competing visual ideas constantly jousted with one another for dominance. Visual style is a roiling river, not a still pond. Remember that the "natural, homespun" 70's were also the era that gave birth to platform boots for men, polyester lounge suits, "designer" jeans, disco, the New York Dolls, foil wallpaper, smoked glass coffee tables, naugahyde sofas, spherical stereo speakers, shag carpet, gold-veined mirror tiles, chrome overhead lamps, and pink Christmas trees; and may God forgive my generation for those particular stylistic trespasses. For further proof, take another look at Goodfellas, with an eye to the set decoration and costumes; it is a veritable omnibus of questionable 70's design. (And a showcase for some very clever designers!) Next instalment: why the theme colours of the late '50s and early '60s were red, pastel green, chrome yellow and teal, and why commercial printers suddenly stopped putting type into straight lines. Source: Lived through it all. Also, history of design in theatre school.

theartfulcodger (reddit post from 2014)

A really well thought out and interesting answer to the question “Does anyone really know why brown and orange were so popular in the 70s?”

[doodlewash]

My name is Nick Stewart, from Rochester, Kent, UK, and I create art using fountain pen ink. Chromatography is a big part part of my art process and explores the properties of fountain pen inks. By saturating an area of heavy rough textured watercolour paper, usually a Bockingford 200lb, and then adding a drop of ink into the wetted area, the ink blends with the water and reduces in concentration as it spreads away from the point of entry. As the ink comes out of solution the dyes that make up the ink can be observed in different areas as the paper dries. It’s taking chromatography into an art context.

By employing water-based techniques, one can achieve a convincing watercolour style painting by simply letting the inks do what they do. The demonstration below, has been created using one ink, Diamine Earl Grey. At first glance, one might assume that 3 or 4 colours have been employed.

The wonderful thing is that this simple wet in wet technique is actually easier and quicker than watercolour painting! Without even touching upon the word ‘serendipity’ I think this may appeal to all amateur artists for this one reason alone. The sky and foregrounds have created themselves!

What is also of interest is that all ink ranges are made differently. Each ink maker has their own recipes and processes. So, one range of inks may suit a particular subject matter better than another. Robert Oster Signature inks are ideal for bright conditions. KWZ inks are more suited to soft focus. Diamine are great for more graphic use. Noodler’s are more experimental and abstract but also check out: Vinta Inks, Troublemaker Inks and Sailor Ink Studio for more intense chromatic behaviours.

For enthusiasts of art journaling, diary keeping and sketching, this simple and natural process enables a simple and seamless visual continuity and a medium continuity between image and the written word. Why not give it a go?

Paper: Bockingford Watercolour Paper 200lb Rough

Equipment: 2 jars of water, Bottle of Diamine Earl Grey, Watercolour brush size 24, Watercolour brush size 5, Noodler’s Nib Creaper pen.

Instructions

Take swatch card measuring 70mm x 95mm and place lain landscape format and wet 3/5 of surface with large brush

With small brush add Diamine Earl Grey

Turn card upside down and wet surface 2-3mm below the wetted area above.

Dip pen into ink and draw line in through newly wetted area

Dip pen into ink and repeat step above

With pen, add a couple of ink marks to top area as this is now semi wet, the spread will be less and the ink more intense

Allow the chromatography to happen and enjoy watching the greys, purples, reds and turquoises slowly come out of the Earl Grey

Finished and dry landscape created with serendipity. Totally non contrived and utterly beautiful.

Works with most inks that display chromatic behaviours.

Please share your experiments on Instagram using: @quinkandbleach #fountainpeninkart  #nickstewartinkart

TUTORIAL: Create Simple Landscapes Using Fountain Pen Ink And Water by Nick Stewart - #doodlewash #ink #painting #water #colour My name is Nick Stewart, from Rochester, Kent, UK, and I create art using fountain pen ink.

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Secret Diary’s Colour Wheel of Doom Returns!

Awhile ago, I wrote a blog in which I attempted to describe obscure colours in a way that would allow you to picture them. I’d originally written as a personal reference for colour-words I might want to use in fiction and only posted it because it was funny. It proved unexpectedly popular, so here’s the follow-up, containing even more weird and wonderful hues, described in the most aggressively anti-beautiful fashion possible by me, a curmudgeon on the internet.

Eburnean Ivory white- the colour bone. Also the colour I went that time I got on one of those spinny fairground rides and realised it went backwards. I wasn’t ready for that. I really wasn’t ready for that.

Smaragdine Have you ever wished there was an inexplicably ugly word for emerald green that sounds both like the name of an evil dragon in a Tolkien knock-off and a sneeze? Well, wish no more, because Smaragine is a real word and not just the incoherent nonsense it sounds like upon first hearing.

Carnelian Mature, reddish brown. The kind of red you might glimpse as you pass by the open door of a really posh club. As you see it, your eyes begin to well up with sorrow and rage. You’ll never had a red this nice, because you weren’t born into the fancy, over-privileged elites with their upmarket dyes and paints. You have to make do with cheap, knock-off reds, like oxblood and russet. You poor bastard.

Pervenche A deep blue with just a hint of purple in it. For people who want the thrill of purple without the associated risks.

Atrovirens A dark, stoic teal that leans more towards green than blue. A dependable sort of colour; a colour you can rely on. If Atrovirens was accused of committing a series of grizzly murders, the public’s reaction would be along the lines “but it can’t have! It always seemed like such a staid, responsible colour!” But don’t be fooled. Atrovirens has an edge. It takes its name from the Latin word for a particularly triangular conifer, and aptly so, because beneath its patient exterior lies the wild unpredictability of nature itself. Nice colour to paint your bathroom, though.

Fulvous A tawny orange colour reminiscent of a small, winter bird’s plumage. A nature lover’s colour that isn’t just yet another shade of fucking green.

Amaranth A lovely, purplish pink. The exact colour of a Blackpool sunset on a really nice day. Well, as nice as it’s possible for a day to be in the town where Britain’s penal system deposits all its convicted paedophiles and crack-heads (no, really: upon release from prison, a disproportionate number of paedos are sent to halfway houses in Blackpool, a seaside town that attracts a lot of vacation-ing families with small children. My country is really stupid). It’s almost as though the sunsets there are trying to make up for the people.

Zaffre A darker, broodier variant of sapphire. You can tell it’s just edgy sapphire by the way it’s fucking spelled. Seriously, what kind of pretentious colour starts with a Z? I bloody ask you.

Sinoper Also called ‘Sinople’, Sinoper isn’t just an awesome colour, it’s also fun to say (in either of its variations). One day I hope to find an excuse to name a town in a fantasy story Sinople, but until that day it will remain a deep, yet not fully saturated red with just a dash of orange. It reminds me a little of cinnamon, which may have prejudiced me in favour of Sinoper, because I fucking love cinnamon.

Nattier A slate blue popularised by a late 16- early-1700s rococo artist of the same name. You know those ugly, greysih-blue dresses posh people incorrectly thought were good in the Early Modern Period? Well, this is that colour, so if you want to describe a mental spinster attending the court of George II, it’s reasonable to assume that this is what she was wearing.

Watchet Another blue! A very light blue, like the sky. Or like a frostbitten corpse, if you’re feeling macabre. Don’t ask why I know what a frostbitten corpse looks like. Let’s just say my day-trip to the Houses of Parliament was eventful and leave it at that.

Banan It will always be hilarious to me that the specific yellow word to describe a ripe banana is just ‘banan’. Like, whoever came up with that wasn’t even trying. I can just imagine the conversation: someone said “Quick! We need a word for banana yellow, stat!” and the inventor just went “Banan!” After a long pause in which everyone in the room just stared at him, realising all he’d done was knock the ‘a’ off the end of ‘banana’, they all started to applaud and cry at the beautiful simplicity of it and it didn’t occur to anyone what an unbelievably stupid word it was until at least a decade later, by which time it was too late.

Verditer Similar to Celadon (see the original Colour Wheel of Doom post) in that it’s a sort of deco green with a hint of cyan in it. However, it’s a darker, deeper shade and looks like a slightly purer green at first glance. I like to think of it as the anti-Smaragdine, in that it’s a really beautiful word for green instead of a needlessly hideous, janky-to-say one. That said, if Verditer and Smaragdine had a fight, Smaragdine would definitely win, ‘cause it’s well hard. Verditer spends all its time eating soft cheeses, seducing impressionable maidens and ordering silk stockings off of eBay.

Argent A shining, silver white, argent is the colour of a noble knight’s delicate and ornate armour right before someone more practically dressed kicks him in the balls and skewers him with a big, fuck-off lance.

Catalina A twilight blue colour that also sounds like the name of a high-class stripper. So, a win-win sort of colour, really.

And that’s all I’ve got for now. Stay tuned for blogs about other, completely unrelated shit.

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Reasons why you should dye your eyebrows?

Dyeing your eyebrows is becoming hugely popular and as a result, I'm going to help you decide whether it's right for you by providing the pros and cons of eyebrow dyeing, as well as showing the various methods that are used. Hopefully, my article will help provide you with all the facts so that you can make a more informed decision. NMP Udhyog is Organic Henna Powder Supplier in India.                                             

It Enhances the Colour of the Eyebrow:

Henna colouring can be used to darken the eyebrows. This method should only be used if not pregnant or breastfeeding. Any other method of using henna is not advised. Henna dyeing for the brows is different than when it is applied to other body parts because it does not penetrate as deep down the hair shaft and you do not need to leave the stain on for long periods of time.

It Gives the Brow a Natural Look:            

Eyebrows are an integral part of the face and a bad job can make someone appear unbelievable. A great designer makes sure you look your best by using what looks natural on you. Cara Delavigne and Kiera Knightly are two examples of persons whose brows have been done by the best in the industry.

It Gives Shape to the Eyebrows:

Every woman wants beautiful eyebrows. If you have been looking for a way to make your eyebrows look great, choose your dye. The ingredients used in dyes are natural and colour the skin of the eyebrows naturally.

It Boosts the Growth of Hairs in the Eyebrows:

The leaves of the henna plant and other natural ingredients are saturated with minerals and nutrients that contribute to hair health and growth. Due to this richness in nutrients, it boosts the growth of hairs in the eyebrows.

It Serves as Brow Extension:          

Eyebrows are the most significant feature on a woman’s face. Eyebrows that have undergone thinning because of exposure to adverse conditions can be given a new lease of life with application of natural dye. The shrubs and other plants of your neighborhood, especially those in your backyard, can be used to make natural dyes for eyebrows.

NMP UDHYOG organic henna powder to our clients around the globe. They make sure of the superiority of products through an effective process for manufacturing. Our company NMP UDHYOG is engaged in Global Exporter and Supplier of 100% Pure Organic Henna Powder, Henna for Eyebrow Manufacturers in India, henna for eyebrow powder manufacturer India, Best Organic Henna Powder Manufacturers in India, Organic Henna Powder Supplier in India etc.

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Reasons why you should dye your eyebrows?

Dyeing your eyebrows is becoming hugely popular and as a result, I'm going to help you decide whether it's right for you by providing the pros and cons of eyebrow dyeing, as well as showing the various methods that are used. Hopefully, my article will help provide you with all the facts so that you can make a more informed decision. NMP Udhyog is Organic Henna Powder Supplier in India.

                    It Enhances the Colour of the Eyebrow:

Henna colouring can be used to darken the eyebrows. This method should only be used if not pregnant or breastfeeding. Any other method of using henna is not advised. Henna dyeing for the brows is different than when it is applied to other body parts because it does not penetrate as deep down the hair shaft and you do not need to leave the stain on for long periods of time.

It Gives the Brow a Natural Look:

Eyebrows are an integral part of the face and a bad job can make someone appear unbelievable. A great designer makes sure you look your best by using what looks natural on you. Cara Delavigne and Kiera Knightly are two examples of persons whose brows have been done by the best in the industry.

It Gives Shape to the Eyebrows:

Every woman wants beautiful eyebrows. If you have been looking for a way to make your eyebrows look great, choose your dye. The ingredients used in dyes are natural and colour the skin of the eyebrows naturally.

It Boosts the Growth of Hairs in the Eyebrows:

The leaves of the henna plant and other natural ingredients are saturated with minerals and nutrients that contribute to hair health and growth. Due to this richness in nutrients, it boosts the growth of hairs in the eyebrows.

It Serves as Brow Extension:

Eyebrows are the most significant feature on a woman’s face. Eyebrows that have undergone thinning because of exposure to adverse conditions can be given a new lease of life with application of natural dye. The shrubs and other plants of your neighborhood, especially those in your backyard, can be used to make natural dyes for eyebrows.

NMP UDHYOG organic henna powder to our clients around the globe. They make sure of the superiority of products through an effective process for manufacturing. Our company NMP UDHYOG is engaged in Global Exporter and Supplier of 100% Pure Organic Henna Powder, Henna for Eyebrow Manufacturers in India, henna for eyebrow powder manufacturer India, Best Organic Henna Powder Manufacturers in India, Organic Henna Powder Supplier in India etc.

For more information

Visit: - https://www.nmpudhyog.com/

Call: - +91-9910415530

Email: - online@nmpudhyog.com