a stylists notes

“how are all these rookie groups skipping their what-were-their-stylists-even-thinking phases” buddy u know what it is. it’s them nct boys, absorbing every possible embarrassing look with every comeback and unit debut they have like sponges of suffering. all the grease-dreads and tin foil monkey suits the other rookies should’ve had to experience? nct really took that bullet for your faves. nct, kings of taking one for the team,, kings of making everyone else look good



GENRE: fluff

SUMMARY: You didn’t listen to them when they told you it wouldn’t work out. Life after high school is hard, and friendships are tested; with not many surviving. You two were inseparable. But was it really possible to maintain a friendship between idol and stylist?

AUTHOR’S NOTE: my last Jimin scenario was angst and full of it, so I made this one fluff :D (the smiley is a lie, I am in pain, so much pain, R.I.P Ido my bby, I’m gonna bring you back to life istg)

also Anon, I’m so sorry this was late! 

Originally posted by bwipsul

“I CAN’T BELIEVE IT,” Yuri squealed, clapping her hands. “We’re graduates!” You grinned, feeling your own excitement match hers. You had two months off to enjoy your freedom, and then you were set to work as Kim Mei’s assistant, which made your heart burst with joy. Mei was an extremely well known stylist, she didn’t work for anyone specifically, rather she had people running after her. Her understanding of physical features and accuracy in accentuating them made her one of the most sought after stylists in the country. 

And she had accepted you as her assistant. 

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anonymous asked:

can you do something with tsukiyama + haircut (doesnt matter who), thank you!!!!

A/N: This is actually such a wonderful prompt because in my adult au fic Worse for Wear, Yamaguchi is a hairdresser and DOES actually cut Tsukishima’s hair. It’s only mentioned in the fic but here I’ll get to show it.

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Haircuts & Raspberry Cheesecake

 “Hey, Tsukki?” Yamaguchi whispered, his hand softly petting the head of blonde hair nestled on the pillow on top of his lap. They were sitting on Yamaguchi’s bed watching a TV drama in their usual arrangement: Yamaguchi with his back to the wall, his legs laid flat in front of him, and Tsukishima lying on his side with knees bent, head resting peacefully on Yamaguchi.


Yamaguchi slowly raked his fingers through Tsukishima’s hair and twirled the curling ends around his index finger, “Are you growing out your hair on purpose or because you are too lazy to go get a haircut?”

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Hair Stylist

Authors Note: I have so many ideas for my upcoming imagines by the way! I don’t know if they’ve ever been done before but I’m trying to make them as original as possible! 

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Reader used to be a hair stylist and takes it into their hands to style Buckys hair.

Words: 1555 

Warnings: Bucky being destructive in the kitchen, poor decapitated fridge 

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You grimaced as Bucky walked in the room with sweaty gym hair. He tucked both sides of his hair behind his ear in an attempt to keep it out of his face but failed miserably as he reached in the fridge to grab a water bottle. He groaned out in frustration and slammed the fridge door shut, not realizing his own strength. The fridge door unhinged and fell to the ground with a loud thud. Bucky hissed a bunch of incoherent curse words and slammed down the water bottle, that he was holding with his left hand, down on the counter. The pressure he put on it caused it to burst open and water sprayed out everywhere. 

It was Bucky Vs. Kitchen and the kitchen was winning. 

You snickered from your spot on the couch and put the book that you were reading down. “Tony’s going to kill you.” Buckys head shot up, not realizing that you were there this whole time, and bit back a scowl. “Yeah, no shit Captain Obvious.” He dragged his hand down his face before letting out a heavy sigh. “Please don’t tell him." 

You raised an eyebrow at him and got up. "What’s in it for me?” You were going to help him either way but you enjoyed watching him squirm. Besides, you loved blackmail and you were all for letting Bucky do your laundry for a month or making you breakfast. This time, though, you had something different in mind. Bucky never lets anyone touch his hair but that was all about to change. 

“I’ll do your laundry for two months-oh! And I’ll make your breakfast for three!” You laughed at Buckys desperation to keep his little incident between you two and he frowned in confusion. Walking closer to him you smirked involuntarily as you saw him tense under your close proximity. 

You reached your hand up to rub the stubble on his cheek and leaned in closer to his ear. “As tempting as that sounds,” you said in your best sultry voice, “I have something else in mind." 

Buckys Adams apple bobbed up and down as he visibly swallowed. "Y-yeah, what’s that?" 

You ran your free hand up and down his chest before latching it on to his shoulder and pushed him against the counter behind him. "From now on..” You paused for dramatic effect. “..I can be your personal hair stylist!" 

Bucky was caught off guard as he blinked all the inappropriate thoughts out of his mind. He shook his head, "Wait, what? N-no, I’m not letting you anywhere near my hair.” He was still a little shaken from your little tease but you didn’t need to know that. Too bad you already noticed how flustered he had gotten. 

You faked a sigh as you moved away from him and towards the elevator. “Well, I guess I’ll have to bring Tony down here to fix the fridge.." 

"No, no, no, no-ok fine! You can be my. . hair stylist.” You grinned and bounced to the decapitated fridge. “Perfect! We can start tomorrow.” You raised your hand and the fridge door was attached back to its hinge in a matter of seconds. 

Bucky shook his head as you skipped away to your room. The elevator doors dinged, announcing someones presence. A few seconds later, Tony walked in the kitchen. He took one look at the kitchen counter and stopped in his tracks. “Um, why is my kitchen counter all wet? And why does that water bottle look like its been through hell?" 

Bucky chuckled nervously and shrugged. "Don’t know my own strength?" 

The next day you sauntered into the living room to see Sam, Natasha and Bucky watching a movie. You hopped over to Bucky and pulled on his arm to make him stand up. "Come onnn, remember our plans for today.” Bucky rolled his eyes and Natasha smirked. Sam kept his eyes on the screen not wanting to miss anything. "What plans?“ 

"Nothing!” “I’m going to style Buckys hair!" 

Bucky groaned as he realized that he was going to endure weeks worth of teasing from Sam when his head shot up, his interest piqued. The movie was long forgotten as Sam burst out in laughter and Natasha raised her eyebrows in both surprise and amusement. 

"Barnes never lets anyone touch his hair, how’d you trick him into that? Wait- no, let me guess, blackmail?” You nodded and pulled Bucky up the stairs and to your room. Sams laughing didn’t die down as he yelled at you guys. “I always wondered how you would look in pigtails, Barnes! Oh and a French Braid!" 

You snickered as you noticed the annoyed look on Buckys face and dragged him down the hall. "Don’t worry, I won’t give Sam the satisfaction of seeing you in pigtails.” You paused before adding, “But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to do it either." 

Once you guys were in your room you walked into your bathroom where all your supplies were. You sat Bucky down on the closed toilet seat while you turned on the pipe. "When was the last time you washed your hair?" 

Bucky watched you move around the bathroom, "Last night.” You looked up at Buckys hair. “What kind of shampoo and conditioner do you use?" 

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows,"Um, I don’t remember. Does it really matter?” You squeezed some shampoo in your hands. “Of course it matters. Take off your shirt.” The soldier was taken back by your bluntness but covered it up with a smirk. He peeled off his shirt and threw it somewhere by the door. “Doll, you didn’t have to pretend to want to do my hair just to see me shirtless. All you had to do was ask." 

You rolled your eyes but you had to admit, this man was sculpted by the gods. You pushed him with your elbows under the pipe."You humor me Barnes. Rinse your hair out.” After he did that you moved to rub the shampoo in his hair but he moved away and scrunched up his nose. 

“Bucky! You’re wetting up my floor!” He ignored you and look at the shampoo bottle. “Fruit Smoothie Bonanza? There is no way you’re putting this in my hair." 

"Why nott?” He was making this more difficult than this had to be and you were getting fed up. “I don’t want to walk around smelling like a fruit basket!” You threw your head back with a groan and washed the shampoo off your hands. 

“Fine, you want a shampoo that smells all musk and ‘manly’? I’ll go see what Steve has.” After you had gotten Buckys preference in shampoo, he allowed you to wash his hair with no trouble. You were now drying his hair when he started squirming in his seat. 

“What is it now?” He glanced at you through the mirror and bit his lip. “You. . you’re not really going to put my hair in a French Braid, are you?” You froze for a moment and the burst out laughing from Buckys actual concern. He looked like a confused puppy at this moment and all you wanted to do was hug him. Butterflies erupted in your stomach at the thought. 

“No, as funny as that would be.” You take off the dryer and put it down before picking up the brush. “How are you such a professional in doing my hair? It’s never been this soft.” You giggled as Bucky started touching his hair and smacked his hand away. 

“Before I joined the team,” You explained to him,“I used to be a hair stylist. One of the biggest ones in Manhattan, actually. I was booked to do Tony’s hair multiple times, that’s how we knew each other." 

Bucky was surprised by this newfound information. "Really? How come you never told anyone before?” You shrugged your shoulders. “No one asked." 

When you were done with Buckys hair you placed the brush down and gave Bucky some time to look at your work. "Wow Y/N. Thank you so much, I could kiss you.” You knew it was a joke and shot him back a response. 

“Well then why don’t you?” Both of you tensed as you realized that you sounded like you weren’t actually joking. Which you weren’t, you had been wanting to kiss him for months but you knew he didn’t feel the same way. 

“I mean-I’m sorry that sounded better in my head, just-” You were interrupted by Bucky placing his lips on yours. There was a bit of hesitation in the kiss and he pulled back before you can respond. 

“Shit, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I was way out of line and-” This time, you interrupted Bucky. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he placed his hands on your hips to pull your body closer. Your lips molded perfectly together as they moved together in harmony. He started to back you up against the wall but the back of your leg hit the vanity in the process. You guys jumped apart at the noise when your things clattered to the floor. 

You both laughed as a blush stained your cheeks. “You know,” You bit your lip,“this is a better price in paying me than I had in mind." 

"I had to pay?”

anonymous asked:

Can you translate "In the land of Mordor, where the shadows lie" to HV and Trigedasleng? Kinda random but yeah. Thank you so much!

Actually, I think I can, yeah. In High Valyrian, it would be:

Sȳndror ilis luo tegunno Mordrot.

I’m pretty sure I did that all correctly. Stylistic note: I think it would work (and, indeed, might even be better) to pull Mordrot out to the very front of the sentence, leaving the relative clause followed by “land” in the case matching Mordrot. I think that would sound good.

And now for something completely different, Trigedasleng!

Raun geda kom Mordor weron trikova kamp raun.

Man, those are two different looking languages. Thanks for the ask!


There’s some glare (but no filter!) - but here’s my painting of Hayley Williams that I got signed tonight.  She was on vocal rest but she eked out a few words of appreciation (and here’s her reaction to it!).  Her stylist was especially impressed, noting that he “did her hair and makeup in that photoshoot!”  I would’ve taken a higher quality photo of the painting, but I only have my phone on me.

In case you wonder who puts together this bloke’s flawless ensembles for film premieres…

Nicole Schneider

Clients: Tom Hardy, Tye Sheridan, John Hawkes

Top look: The bicoastal stylist says that Hardy, 38, “happily consumed a large part” of her year while promoting Mad Max: Fury Road and The Revenant. Schneider gives top marks to Hardy’s navy, checkered three-piece Thom Sweeney suit at the Toronto Film Festival, which she captioned on Instagram: “Pouring #rain will not stop this man from looking hot as hell.”

Fashion bio: Schneider studied film at the University of Wisconsin-Madison and then the University of London. After graduating, she worked as a film editor, learning from Joel and Ethan Coen. The costumes onscreen sparked her interest in styling, which led her to New York and eventually providing the wardrobe (such as it was) for Robin Thicke’s infamous “Blurred Lines” music video.

The one misstep to avoid: Schneider, who also dresses Hardy’s wife, Charlotte Riley, emphasizes the importance of a man’s shoes: “A guy can be attractive in every way and then have dated or inappropriate footwear ruin his whole look.”


Note: though the wristbands/various pins and talismans are obviously always Tom’s own


‘Welcome to The Good Life' 

Through his recent film making excursions it has become apparent that Paolo Sorrentino shall inherit Fellini’s mantle. Whether that is his conscious objective is up for the debate of critics (who do this sort of thing professionally) but on a cosmetic level - and make no mistake, this is cosmetic film making at its finest - the comparison is deserved. 

Consequently, La Grande Bellezza - better known outside the EU as 'The Great Beauty’ - emerges as an ode to films like La Dolce Vita. For those whose patience for film runs as deep as their soda cup Sorrentino’s latest work is unlikely to seduce. This is baroque Italian fare - ponderous, atmospheric, lacking narrative conventions ordered of it by typical Hollywood dogma. The major change is tonal, replacing the good natured hedonism of the Fellini decades with a biting cynicism for all that has typified Berlusconi’s Italy. 

Without descending into a diatribe on the film’s stylistic influences its worth noting that - as previously pointed out in A Single Man - costume design plays an integral role in the overarching arrangement.

Designer Daniela Ciancio spoke at length about the use of horror vacui in the film and how Jep (longtime Sorrentino collaborator Tony Servillo) literally fights off the boredom of stuffy Roman socialites with an array of bold jackets by Boglioi and Attolini. In a city where the old ways are pitilessly rejected in lieu of vacuous performance art; and cosmetic surgery forms part of a balanced diet, Jep stands out as an erudite cipher. Admittedly by the standards of non-Italians his comportment screams of the monied upper class but Sorrentino and co have carefully composed the protagonist in a manner that behooves closer examination. If you think Jep is bored, wealthy, and reasonably lethargic you’d be right. But you’d only be partially right. 

Jep’s outfits all fall within a recurring color wheel and for all intents and purposes he continues to wear the same skin day and night. There is a uniformity to his appearance, an indefatigable loyalty to the hidden Rome of old that - when discovered afresh - literally takes one’s breath away. Sure, there are luscious reds and yellows peppered throughout this visual feast, but one get’s the sense these aren’t merely grandiose overtures designed to conceal nothingness. Rather, they simply are Jep - they are reflections of the man himself, and a continuing romance with the mirage that is his idea of Rome. 

Forget street style and the endless stream of advertising masquerading as journalism, La Grande Bellezza should be what is pinned to inspiration boards for many years to come. The film evokes a style that marries all the sensations great art brings to the fore. There is beauty, melancholia, the brooding self discovery of ennui and immanent charm. 

P.S. - Total shoutouts to the gawd thepuertoricansocialclub for putting this film on my radar. Grazie mille, my friend. 


Elle China Sept 2016 (second half cover, issue 18), with Kristen as the cover is released today, the other one (issue 17) is with Amanda Seyfried on its cover.

The title under Kristen’s name translates : “I don’t need social media”.

The note from stylist in Chinese (besides the quote she gave) translates:

“First China cover, Kristen gave it to Elle Sept, where we shot in Beiing. The cool Kristen is actually very gentle and polite but surprised us with a sentence “How do you like it”, which startled our little assistant. This year she has 3 major films by the masters premiering, including Ang Lee’s Billy Lynn’s Long Half Time Walk. The strength and intelligence of the younger generation, is definitely not merely a rebel on the surface.”


Kristen Stewart 

Just a Kid

Rebel without a cause

“2016 belongs to Kristen Stewart; she brought Woody Allen’s Cafe Society and Olivier Assyas’ Personal Shopper to embark on Cannes Films Festival, and later on will appear in Ang Lee’s Billy Lynn’s Half Time Walk this year. Almost every director who has worked with her deemed her ‘The greatest actress in her generation’, and this is not merely due to her rebellious appearance.”

# I have not seen the full article, but so far, the accolades on her career have been great. And the photos by Zack Zhang are awesome.