lalalala idk

Happy Birthday! Dito! - I’m sorry for this tbh 

Like a Record, Baby:|| @fallingintocuriosity

It was all about the lighting, Tarrant had learned. All about which hues of light set his hair aglow but hid his face. A saturated amber special normally did the trick, making the room dim but intimate when he came out. The Hatter mulled this all over as he caked makeup on; his manager had made it very clear that his features weren’t his best quality, but another trick of the trade he’d learned was manipulating his own facial structure with color and lines. After a few minutes, he was ready, and he stepped out to face the crowd.