my wig is not in the right place

anonymous asked:

hey this is regarding the 'alexis not appropriating native culture' post - can you elaborate as to how she didn't appropriate and as you said some of the other queens have in the past, how did they appropriate? ( just wanting to be a little more educated thanks :)

Putting it here as well so that the explanation shows up in the tags:

Ok so since making what was essentially a rant post this has gotten quite a few notes and has some people questioning it about cultural appropriation.

And tbh they are fair questions. As a matter of fact, I came across an article while writing this that states that what was done was cultural appropriation, but it was written by a white woman who resides in England so safe to say that they are not a) educated enough to say it was and b) it’s not her culture so really like this original post said, she should stay out of it and inform herself what it is before putting together a sham article with the only other people weighing in on it are white, (I noticed not a single native tweet was put in there nor was there a single native person weighing in on the topic). But that’s another topic for another day.

Now the general definition of cultural appropriation is this: something that is taken from another culture that is very sacred and used in inappropriate means.

Now let’s take a look at Alexis’s outfit (please excuse John Polly):

Let’s see there’s a bow in her hair, a turquoise corset, and a printed generic skirt. Let’s see turquoise has been in fashion since the hippy’s discovered them from native’s in the 70′s, the print on the skirt is so generic tbh you could find that in any place, and a literal bow in her hair CAUSE PUNS. Actually this outfit was so generic when I showed it to my mother she asked, “How is THAT native?”

This is honestly so fricking innocent, it’s not taking anything sacred or disrespecting in any kind of way. (TBH I know several dancers who really want that corset right now). Nothing sacred is used that hasn’t been in fashion for forever and is honestly so generic. I literally find nothing wrong (cultural appropriation wise, that wig is another story) with this outfit. If anything she honors it and is inspired and NOT TRYING TO RIP IT OFF AND PASS IT OFF AS SOMETHING NEW ENTIRELY (which is another important part of cultural appropriation).

Now let’s get onto the other queens who did:

Please note I love these queens myself so this is not hate, as a Native, I just have a serious issue with these outfits and the judgement that went into them, or complete lack of judgement.

The most obvious one is Raja:

Like where the fuck do you even start with how fucking cultural l insensitive that is? YOU DO NOT USE HEADDRESSES LIKE THIS! You don’t! Not only that but the fact that most queens/people when they hear Native they think scantily clad and just no. These are SACRED! You don’t use them in cosplay, you don’t use them as “costumes.” Just no!

If it wasn’t alright for Karlie Kloss to go down the Victoria’s Secret runway in a headdress it’s not alright for Raja either (who might I remind you is Indonesian, not Native American).

And then let’s go to the biggest pet peeve of mine for this whole situation that happened JUST THIS SEASON:

Hypersexualized, mismatched, totally misses the mark. The bones around her neck, are used as armor, not as a pretty necklace. They were used to protect warriors from arrows.

Not only is Alexis’s so much tamer, but I DID NOT SEE Y’ALL COMING FOR TRINITY EARLIER WHEN SHE DID THIS SHIT. I DID NOT SEE ONE OF Y’ALL SAY “GIVE IT A BOOT FOR CULTURAL APPROPRIATION!” NOT ONE OF YOU. And honestly this is if I remember correctly she described as a Tiger Lily fantasy. You know get reference the British man’s wetdream of a native woman.

So no, unless y’all are gonna go in on Trinity and her way worse interpretation of native american that is actual appropriation, I don’t want to hear one peep from y’all about Alexis’s innocent getup.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips for painting backgrounds?? oh my god i am STUNNED by your work!


as for some tips…just…references LOL. look at pretty pictures. both photography and paintings of places u think are cool! they usually give me a good basis for starting palette and space, and then from there I kind of build my own place depending on the composition. (Because I’ve pretty much been using backgrounds as a supplement to the piece, secondary to the figures involved..)

It’s not hard though! I’ll walk u through… (the meadows) (ha)

… *puts bob ross wig on*

throw in a sky

some foreground elements

flesh out some middle ground. I specifically kept the hills under their shoulders for emphasis on their heads, yknow??

add some happy mountains.

sprinkle in some flowers

throw on some extra lighting (mine is coming in from the right)

maybe add some happy clouds

some extra foreground elements to put icing on the cake!

I’m always adjusting my colors and values with the HSV slider (CTRL/CMD+U)

For this one I wanted a really pink/red thing goin on for Valentine’s day so that was my goal~ Hope this helps a little bit!

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A friend told me she was doing Leeloo and that it would be funny if I joined them and did Ruby Rhod. Before I knew it we were thinking of ways to do his voluptuous wig and his unique outfit.

This cosplay first started with the leopard suit. Pretty simple except I had to make the head opening (forget what its called) a bit wider. After doing that, I started working on his puffy collar. To make it puffy I added batting to the inside of it. His staff was actually made by the same friend who suggested doing him in the first place, it was a pole covered with leopard print fabric and has a spray painted speaker on top so I can terrorize people with my robot voice and horrible music. As for his hair I cut up a old wig an inch away from root then added layers of batting to cover a wig, then took a bottle and rolled up many layers of batting to make his pompadaur.

Well right of the bat, I didn’t expect to have such a positive reaction from the attendees. The Fifth Element is an old movie and I didn’t think anyone has seen it, but I was very very VERY wrong. I got stopped for a picture before even entering the convention (which was awful because it was so cold) by a man I was sharing an Uber with. When I started seeing the parents who were chaperone or even people who didn’t even come to the Gaylord for Magfest recognize me and tell me how much they love the movie it makes me feel really great. This is going to sounds sappy but seeing people smile and scream Ruby’s lines from the movie made me really happy and it never got old

I got quite a few, but I’ll keep it too the 4 best ones haha. First one, I was walking through the lobby trying to get to the escalator and I heard a guy say something like ‘oh look a Ruby Rhod’ which was normal I heard that a lot, but right then and there this one guy ran up to me, pointed at my face, and just screamed. I, to this day, don’t know if he was screaming words or what was happening, but he didn’t ask for a picture or say anything after that he just left as soon as he came. The people around me who witnessed this were just as confused as I was. It was hilarious, really. For the second one, Somewhere there’s a video of me singing Yeah by Usher on a stage as Ruby because I was an idiot and raised my hand when Professor ShyGuy asked if there was anyone in the crowd who could say 'Yeah’ like Lil Jon. Apparently he’s a fan, who knew? Thirdly, One fan carried me up 2 flights of stairs as Ruby, which was awesome and I felt it important to share because I never get carried haha. At one point I broke the bluetooth speaker that was on top of my rod and to fix it I went to Tech Ops to see if I can solder the wires back to get it to work and Voi-la it did end up working and somewhere out it there someone has a picture of me as Ruby soldering my rod.

– CometCarter


Dear Taylor,
I bet you’re born to be the brightest starlight in our ❤️, I really 😍 your 🎶 your vocals are amazing and so incredible,I’ve been a swiftie for 5 years and I’m sure I’m forever a swiftie, and ALSO, I’ve draw something for you while going on a vacation, THE 1989, it’s my favourite album but I’m not sure right now cause the two songs of reputation have made me wigless already I didn’t buy enough wigs. Meeting you must be the wildest dream in my life but I’m sure I will meet you one day cause I will chase your tail try to track you down cause I KNOW PLACES. I 😍 YOU TAY BTW IM IN ROMANOS SWIFTIE IM SO EXCITED @taylorswift Love, Jun Yee

anonymous asked:

I'm thinking about making a wig that has LEDs, and I'm looking at a lot of different things on soldering and electrical currents and the like, but I can't find anywhere that tells me the best place to put a battery pack. I'm trying to think of a place that it wouldn't be too visible. Do you have any suggestions? Thanks a million, have a wonderful day!

For Ragyo, I sewed a little pocket into the inside of the back of my skirt!  I then had the wire trailing down my back, occasionally taped to my skin with fashion tape.  However that was a pretty extreme situation because Ragyo is backless; if you’re wearing a shirt you have a lot more options!  I’d suggest instead placing the pocket inside of your shirt so that the wires run a much shorter distance and are harder to see.  Alternatively you can use the method we used for The Beast and just clamp your pack to a necklace that you wear backward against your back.

If your wig is really big however, you can house a pack right inside the wig.  I did this for my Alien Queen because there was a big old hollow space between the cap and the foam in the back:

Fic: Sleepless in Starling

This is for the @olicityhiatusficathon prompt “Sleepless” from @thebookjumper. Read it on Ao3 or below. I hope you enjoy this! I wrote it really quickly with my kids running around being loud, so please turn a blind eye to any mistakes. :) Thanks! 

Originally posted by olivergifs

Sleepless in Starling

Oliver slammed his fist on the sandy beach of Lian Yu in frustration. He had missed his goddamn boat.

After months of planning for this moment with Anatoly, putting on the wig and beard, arranging for a fishing boat to be in the area at just the right time – Kovar had showed up to foil his plans.

And now Oliver was not going home. And he was stranded on Lian Yu AGAIN. Purgatory was the correct moniker for this place.

If only Kovar had shown up a few minutes earlier, then Oliver could have defeated him in time. If only Oliver had been speedier in killing him. Then he would be on a boat on his way back to Starling City.

He sat on the beach for two sleepless days – staring at the ocean, lost in his “if only” thoughts. Then, he pulled himself back together and went about the business of surviving. He had gotten off this island before, and he would do it again.

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20crowsinahoodie  asked:

Hi ducky, do you have any tips on how to make a wig cap stay in place? Mine keeps sliding off and that makes my purple hair at work visible...

  1. Right Fit
    First, make sure that your wig cap is a good fit for your head. Some are tighter than others and they can stretch out over time. Make sure you have a snug fitting one. They can also have different size “bands” around the base, I find ones with thicker bands are more secure. 

  2. Pins and Clips
    Hair pins can be used to attach the wig to the hair under the wig but can also be used to clip the wig cap to your hair. This works best with netted caps that have gaps for the pins.

    Some people use toupee clips, sewn into the wig, to help the wig grip the hairline at the front. This may also work for clipping a wig cap in place.  

  3. Wig Bands
    I haven’t tried these out, but they are bands that go around the front of the head and give a surface for wigs to grip on to. It might work to give extra coverage when the wig cap starts to creep back!
  4. Touch ups
    Even with a very secure setup, a heavy wig might slide back and with activity the pins might loosen. You may still need to pop into a bathroom to do some touching up.   

(I forgot to add this to my last ask, I’m so sorry!!) Are there any tips on how to make a wig less itchy? 

  1. Wig Cap and Wig Liners
    Wearing a wig cap will create a barrier between the wig and your head, that way it doesn’t rub against your scalp. If the itching is from rubbing then it can make a big difference. Lightweight wig liners give an even thicker barrier.

  2. Crimped Hairs
    Some wigs have crimped hairs along the netting to help give volume, but these crimped hairs can poke through the wig can irritate your head. Looking for higher quality wigs or wigs with less crimping can make a difference if these hairs are bothering you.
  3. Gaps
    Wefted wigs tend to have gaps between the wefts, especially at the back. These gaps can allow some of the hairs to poke through and cause itching. You can get wigs without gaps but if that isn’t an option, giving your wig a comb through before wearing and checking the underside for any pokey hairs can help alleviate the issue.
  4. Your Hair
    For a lot of people, your own hair can be the cause of itching, especially if you have itching while wearing a wig cap! If you have long hair then braiding or putting your hair up in ponytail can help prevent it from poking you, just make sure the ends are pointed away from your scalp. =For smaller hairs it helps to gel them down or use a bit of hairspray to hold them in place. I have shorter hair and find that putting my wig cap and wig on while my hair is damp relieves the issue. 

  5. Allergies
    It is possible that you could have allergies to either a product used to treat the fibers/ style the wig or even the wig fibers themselves. If you are getting a rash from the wig or other signs of an allergic reaction you should not wear the wig. You can attempt to wash the wig out at home or try different wig fibers to see if it makes a difference. 

  6. Used to it
    Sometimes itching just happens and it gets worse while wearing a wig because you can’t do anything about it! Sometimes it takes a bit of mind-over-matter to ignore the itching and the more you do it the easier it gets. That said, I am not above going to the washroom to take off the wig and give my head a good scratch when I really need to  ;)

Hope this helps!
Duckie / Admin

CC notes from 29th Jan

I’ve always wanted to write all about my experiences from Cursed Child but I don’t trust my writing to fully justify how amazing this play is. I’ve done some highlights from all my previous visits though which I will post (hopefully soon). Here are some highlights from last Sunday’s performance (not in any particular order)! I’m sorry theres been a delay as I’ve been on a roadtrippp

Under cut for CC SPOILERS

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ricketyjukeboxer  asked:

Prompt: "You look ridiculous with that on your head."

“You look ridiculous with that on your head.”

“I’m going to ignore that,” Dean says magnanimously, adjusting his grip on his foam sword and shaking his head cautiously to make sure his wig is still in place, “because I know I look awesome.”

Sam makes a face at him. It pulls at the red paint smeared in large square patches across his face.

“Awesome? Dude, you look like Thor.”

Dean grins. “So, a god among men? That sounds about right. Face it, Sammy, you’re just jealous that your hair isn’t the prettiest anymore.”

Sam rolls his eyes, but swallows any retort he was about to give as Charlie strides out in front of their “army”. The chatter around Dean dies down as everyone shuffles into some semblance of order, waiting expectantly.

Charlie plants her feet in front of them. She’s wearing a long tunic checkered with red, her own foam sword is strapped to her hip, and her hair is braided and pinned back to keep it out of her face. It’s a marked contrast from her normal look - usually some kind of graphic t-shirt, messenger bag slapping against her legs as she walks with Dean across campus to their Chem Lab class - but it’s a good look on her. She looks fierce and even a little intimidating, even though she’s nearly a foot shorter than everyone in her “army”.

“Followers of the Moon!” Charlie says, raising her voice so it carries. “I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me.” She starts to pace with deliberate, measured steps. “A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship. But it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields when the age of men comes crashing down! But it is not this day! ”

Dean leans towards Sam and mutters from the side of his mouth. “Is that –“

“- the speech from Lord of the Rings?” Sam whispers back. “Yep.”

Dean straightens and barks out a quiet laugh. “That’s my girl.”

Charlies stops and glares at them all fiercely, eyes shining. “This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you stand!”

Dean turns his attention to the enemy army on the other side of the field. Their flag is raised high behind them, dark blue and bearing the emblem for the Warriors of Yesteryear, their “enemy” in today’s battle, and most of them are costumed accordingly in some type of blue garment or blue facepaint, a contrast to the red faces of his own army.

Charlie spins around to face the enemy army, pulling her sword out of her belt and raising it high. “For Moondoor!” she yells.

Their army surges forward.

With his own yell, Dean lifts his sword in the air and charges. Even Sam is getting into it, yelling aloud next to him as he runs, holding his own sword aloft. There’s a few moments of nothing but battle cries and thudding feet, and then they clash against their opponents in the field.

Dean disarms someone within the first three seconds, knocking the poor bastard’s foam sword right out of his hand and kicking it away. He lunges and jabs forward with his sword, careful to only spear the air right next to his opponent, but it gets his point across. The man claps a hand to his chest, sinking to his knees in his dying throes, and just like that, Dean has downed his first enemy of the day.

While the guy’s still pretending to die - this one’s a friggin’ ham, now convulsing on the grass and reaching up a grasping hand towards the sky - Dean rolls his eyes and turns to the next person.

He mock-fights his way through three more people, working up a light sweat and grinning with each opponent that he vanquishes. He dodges a few beanbags, clanks against a few shields, and “decapitates” his current opponent with a particularly stunning leap on his own part, if he does say so himself.

As he steps back from his vanquished foe, he catches sight of blue in the corner of his eye and turns to face his next enemy -

- and promptly trips over his feet. He quickly rolls with it, using his stumble to bring himself into a defensive stance with his feet braced apart, but goddamn, some kind of warning would have been nice, because his opponent is gorgeous -  young, probably around Dean’s age, with narrowed blue eyes and messy dark hair tousled from the breeze and fighting. And to top it off, the guy is shirtless, blue lines and whorls spiraling across his chest and down his arms. 

The guy adjusts his grip on his sword, and Dean’s eyes hone in on his hands. He has only the briefest of seconds to admire them, long fingers wrapped around the pommel of his sword, before the guy is rushing at him.

Dean barely gets his shield up in time to block him, and the guy manages to push him back a few steps. He’s tall, nearly as tall as Dean, and obviously pretty fit and toned because, oh yeah, he’s not wearing a friggin’ shirt. That should really be considered cheating.

Dean pushes back with his own shield and they step apart, warily circling each other. The guy meets his eyes and Dean winks, which only earns him a suspicious squint before the guy is coming at him again. 

Shit, this dude is intense, he takes his LARPing seriously.

The guy gets in several good whacks to Dean’s shield, which leaves it ringing and his arm aching, but he holds his own and manages to catch the guy on the back of the thighs with the flat of his sword. The guy jerks away, a bead of sweat trickling at his hairline, and Dean goes after him.

He’s grinning, he knows he is. He probably looks like a friggin’ nutjob, but he doesn’t care. This guy is good, he’s keeping Dean on his toes, and this is the most fun Dean’s had in ages, especially after all that bullshit with his finals.

It’s definitely a bummer when the guy manages to disarm him, Dean’s sword flung away across the grass. The guy slams their shields together in an effort to throw Dean off balance, and it works – he ends up flat on his ass, shield skittering away, a little dazed and a lot disappointed in himself. He prepares to be “killed”, closing his eyes and waiting for the guy’s sword to run him through, but it doesn’t come. After a moment, he cracks an eye and looks up curiously. The guy is just…standing there, fingers flexing around the hilt of the sword, looking a little unsure.

…well, maybe he’s not a goner after all.

Dean kicks the guy’s feet out from under him and the guy goes down with a yell, landing on his own ass. Immediately Dean rolls, grappling for the sword, but the guy recovers quickly and stretches his arm up to hold the sword out of reach. The shield gets tossed away as they grapple, wrestling for the sword. 

It’s not surprising that Dean is winning – he’s got a slight advantage in height and probably 10 or 15 lbs on the guy, plus it can’t feel great to be wrestling around in a field with no shirt – but then the guy arches up in an effort to dislodge Dean, his plush lips parting with a grunt of effort, and Dean’s brain kind of fizzles.

And that’s how he finds himself flipped onto his back a moment later, arms effectively pinned to his sides in the grass by the guy’s knees as he straddles Dean’s waist. He’s leaning forward, bracing his weight on his arms on either side of Dean’s head. The bastard still has ahold of his sword in one fist. They’re both panting, sweaty.

This may be the most turned on Dean has ever been in his life.

“Do you yield?” the guy asks - no, growls - and holy shit, his voice.

Dean stands corrected. This is the most turned on he’s ever been in his life.

He nods, throat working as he swallows. The guy lets out a breath, some of the tension and fight leaving his body, and it brings him a couple of inches closer to Dean’s face. Dean blinks up at him, frozen, pinned by those blue eyes. Neither of them move.

The sudden sounds of cheering and whooping startle them both. The guy is swinging himself off Dean’s lap and standing up before Dean knows what’s happened. After a moment, he follows suit, clambering to his feet more slowly and telling himself that he’s not disappointed. His army is cheering nearby, weapons raised in the air. 

Huh. Apparently Dean’s army won.

He turns to grin at the guy, still standing stiffly near him, and holds out a hand. “Good game, man. I’m Dean.”

There’s only a second of hesitation before the guy takes his hand and shakes it. “Castiel.”

“Nice to meet you, Castiel,” Dean says, and he means it. Christ, does he mean it.

He staggers suddenly under the weight of someone launching into him, releasing Castiel’s hand and automatically winding an arm around Charlie to hold her steady.

“We won! Victory to the Followers of the Moon!” Charlie shrieks in his ear, and he winces. 

“Easy there, Chuckles,” he chides, setting her back on her feet. He turns to Castiel, intending to make a polite introduction, but he’s startled to see that Castiel is already fifteen feet away, striding back to his own army without a backward glance.

Dean does not pout. He doesn’t.

Charlie’s elbow catches him in the ribs. “And what was that?” she asks slyly. “I saw you fighting a little during the battle. You know you’re supposed to kill the enemy, right? Not dry-hump them on the field?”

Dean splutters. “I was - we were not dry-humping, Jesus! I was trying to get his damn sword!”

“Sure you were,” Sam snarks from his other side, and when the hell did he pop up? Creeper.

“Shut up, assholes,” Dean mutters. He pushes Charlie in front of him, trying to herd her back up the hill towards the rest of camp.

She twists around to smile at him, walking backwards with effortless ease. “Don’t worry, Dean, there’ll be more battles, and there’s LARPing every weekend. I’m sure you’ll see him again.”

Walking behind them, Sam snorts. “Yeah. Too bad he thinks Dean looks like Thor.”

With dawning horror, Dean reaches up a hand to his wig - the one he had forgotten all about - and groans.

It couldn’t be. It was impossible. Perhaps it was an impersonation, sent to distract him, and if it was, it was a very poor one; they hadn’t even got the hair right. Because, certainly, the 5′6″ man standing in the back, caneless, in a plain, unobtrusive suit, could not have been Oswald Cobblepot.

But he couldn’t help staring at him. “Ghosts aren’t real!” His own words echoed back at him, meanly. And, of course they weren’t, but then… Ed had to know. If this was a plot, a con, a trick, he had to unravel it. Because who would be stupid enough to throw the likeness of his dead best friend in front of him? Who would try something so patently, obviously fake, that they fooled themselves into thinking it just might work on shock value? Whoever it was was a high contender for his next victim.

He wasn’t doing a very good job of distracting him even. He was just standing there. Well, standing and screaming as the glass ceiling collapsed on everyone’s heads. But he was just doing what everyone else was doing, no more, no less, as if he were designed to blend in with the crowd. This made no sense as a ploy: the ceiling was already crashed, the bank robbed. If this mock-Penguin was supposed to distract him then he had failed. What was this about?

Ed followed him, deliberately keeping in eye-sight in case he did something, anything. Even if it was a bad, delayed plan, it would be a relief to know there was one. Practically standing in front of him though, there was no reaction, just panicked hurrying past, like everyone else. This was getting ridiculous. He finally grabbed him, the imposter gasping and staring up at him, wide-eyed with fear.

“I must say, whatever ruse you’re putting on is miserable stuff. Tell me, who do you work for?”

“Wh-what?” The small man trembled in his grasp. 

“Oh, don’t play dumb!” Ed spat, “The jig is up! You’re clearly NOT Penguin, how could you be, so make my life and yours easier and just tell me who you work for. I promise to give your bosses the reward they deserve for this performance.”

“I- I- I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Riddler. I work for Finestein’s, the insurance company. Have they… angered you in some way?” the imposter gulped.

Ed’s eyes widened, his grip tightening. “Do you think I’m an idiot or do you just have a congenital condition of idiocy? WHAT could you possibly stand to gain by lying? Tell me who you work for and, I promise, you go free! Not a hair touched on your mediocre wig.”

The man frowned in confusion. “This isn’t a wig, it’s my hair.”

Ed grabbed it, his patience snapping. “Ouch!” The man pulled his hand off his… hair.

“You mean… to tell me you dyed and cut your hair to look like Oswald Cobblepot just to get my attention?” The gears in Ed’s mind sputtered.

“I didn’t do anything of the sort, it’s my hair,” the man insisted, scratching the place Ed pulled at, “And who’s Oswald Cobblepot?”

Ed stared. Then before he knew what he was doing, he ripped open the man’s shirt and lo… a bullet wound. Below the rib cage. Right where he’d put one in Oswald.

Ed released him as if he’d been burned, reeling. “O-Oswald?” Ed gasped, not daring to believe it.

The man whipped his shirt closed, rapidly doing the buttons. “WHO is Oswald?! I’m NOT him!” The man glared at him, tucking his shirt and storming off as quickly as his limping feet could carry him.

“Oswald!” Ed screamed after him helplessly. He’d stood before him, looked right through him, and didn’t know him. The blue eyes that accused him every night in his sleep, the face behind him in every mirror, the voice that whispered his every thought… could no longer recognize him.

If there was a fate worse than death, Ed imagined he was now suffering it.


AU where Oswald comes back, but has no idea who he is

anonymous asked:

sashea prompt: shea roughly fucking sasha in the hotel room after the madonna runway because she was teasing her in untucked and only wore the black outfit to frustrate shea! you said you would like a prompt for sashea smut so i hope this is a good one

Thank you darling! Picks up exactly where the last drabble ended. A tiny hint of Sasha/Aja because I low-key ship that shit. Swaps to male pronouns for the smut. Also just imagine they don’t get out of drag before they go to their hotel rooms ok?! I got totally carried away with this because I haven’t got anymore sashea drabbles in my list for a while now so this is kinda long #sorrynotsorry

Send me sentence prompts and drag race pairings and I’ll write you a little drabble!

Sasha sat next to Shea and Shea held her breath although she wasn’t sure why. The older queen gave her that smirk she’d been giving her in the werk room. Shea couldn’t find any words, she couldn’t move. She just stared dumbly at Sasha.
‘How’d it go out there?’ Aja asked the girls that had just come in.
‘Terrible.’ Farrah whined. 'I think it’s safe to say I’m in the bottom.’
'Me too gurl.’ Peppermint groaned.
'Who was tops?’ Trinity asked them.
'They loved Alexis, Sasha and Nina.’ Farrah was still whining. Of course they loved Sasha, who wouldn’t? Shea sighed.
'We were talking about how hot your runway look is Sasha.’ Aja leant forward and nudged Sasha’s shoulder. Sasha turned to look at the younger queen.
'You think?’ Sasha smiled at her.
'Totally.’ Aja told her. 'I want you to fucking spank me with that whip!’ She cackled laughing.
'Well I’m sure that can be arranged.’ Sasha laughed and stood up, coming around to where Aja was sat. She pulled the younger queen up by her arm and bent her over the couch. She took her whip and smacked Aja’s padded ass with it a few times. 'You like that bitch?’ Sasha teased but her eyes were locked on Shea’s. 'You want more?’
Shea found herself biting her lip and nodding. Sasha laughed and stood Aja back up. 'Ok that’s enough of that.’ Sasha went back around and took her seat next to Shea.
'Gurl that was hot.’ Aja laughed sitting back down too. Shea was still staring at Sasha.
'What is it Shea? You want some too?’ Sasha smirked at her. She took the whip and trailed it gently up Shea’s leg, her torso and rested it under Shea’s chin. 'There’s plenty of me to go around.’
Shea was getting really hard now. She could feel the tape between her legs starting to give out. There were several sets of eyes on her but she could only see Sasha’s.
'I uhm…I-’
'Do you want me to spank you Shea?’ Sasha smirked, her eyes once again sparkling. How the hell was Shea supposed to answer that? Of course she wanted that but she couldn’t very well admit it in front of everyone.
'It’s not doing anything for me, sorry 'bout it.’ Shea managed to force out of her mouth and she pushed the whip away from her. Sasha knew she was lying, Shea hoped the others didn’t. Most of the other queens were chatting away to each other now and it felt like it was just her and Sasha in the longue. Sasha put the whip down and leant in close to Shea’s ear.
'You’re so predictable.’ She whispered out of ear shot of the others.
'What’s that supposed to mean?’ Shea frowned.
'It means that I knew exactly what this outfit would do to you. That’s why I wore it.’ Sasha sat back and folded her arms smugly. Shea clenched her jaw as Sasha’s words sunk in. She did this on purpose? She was deliberately trying to frustrate Shea?
'Bitch.’ Shea mouthed at her. Sasha chuckled and unfolded her arms.
'I’ll be anything you want me to be.’ She mouthed back and blew Shea a kiss. Shea knew then that she was getting Sasha back for this. And Shea was really going to enjoy it.

The knock at her hotel room door didn’t surprised Sasha. She put down the make-up wipe she was about to use and headed to the door. She wasn’t at all surprised to see her company, not at all. Sasha smirked at Shea and stepped aside to let the other queen enter the room.
'I wondered if you’d come.’ Sasha closed the door and turned back to Shea who like Sasha still in full drag.
'How could I not? That was some sneaky shit you pulled tonight.’
'I was just trying to get your attention Shea.’ Sasha’s eyes sparkled and it was too beautiful how they did that.
'Are you kidding me? You had my attention from day one. You didn’t need to pull a stunt like this.’ Shea felt immediately stupid for confessing that. Sasha’s surprise at her words was written all over her face.
'You…what?’ Sasha frowned.
'Oh my god isn’t it obvious?’ Shea sighed, exasperated.
'Not to me.’ Sasha scratched the back of her wig. 'I wore this hoping it would…I don’t really know now.’
'Hoping it would frustrate me to the point I had to do something about it?’ Shea took a few steps closer to Sasha.
'What are you going to do about it?’ Sasha swallowed, the look on Shea’s face was unidentifiable. Shea stepped closer and with each step Sasha felt her nerves increase. Shea stopped right in front of her and a smirk came to her lips.
'I’m going to teach you a lesson of course.’ She placed her hand on Sasha’s shoulder and Sasha felt all the air leave her lungs. She had a pretty good idea of what was coming and although it was all she’d thought about the last few weeks she suddenly didn’t feel prepared. But she didn’t have time to think about it because Shea grabbed hold of her roughly and pushed Sasha back to the bed. Sasha looked up at Shea, lust was spilling from the younger queens eyes. No one had ever looked at Sasha quite like that before. Hungrily. Desperately. Darkly.
'You’ve been bad Sasha, real bad.’ Shea put her hands on her hips. Sasha’s eyes trailed her body, noticing now her large jewellery had been removed. Her silky pink dress clung to her every curve and Sasha hadn’t realised quite how stunning she looked today until right now. Shea removed one hand from her hip and Sasha watched it disappear behind her back. The sound of a zipper sliced through the silence of the room. Sasha just watched on as the dress came loose and Shea let it fall from her body and onto the floor. Sasha heard a small moan of appreciation leave her own lips although she hadn’t been sure she’d meant to make it. Shea was left in nothing but a padded black bra and panties and she looked divine. Sasha wanted to run her fingers over every inch of Shea’s skin, she always had. She was just out of reach though. Shea reached behind herself once more and then her bra was unhooked and it too fell to the floor. She unpinned her wig and then placed it on the nightstand, it was a lace front, she wasn’t being reckless with it. Now the person that stood by the side of the bed was a beautiful gender bending creature; the body was masculine but the face was all woman. Finally Jaren, not Shea, not anymore, crawled on the bed and knelt over Sasha. When their lips were finally able to meet Sasha was so glad she’d removed the gold tooth. Jaren’s hands went to Sasha’s wig and pulled it off leaving the bald dome underneath. Gender lines well and truly blurred now, the line between male and female barely existing but Sasha liked it that way. What was going to come next though, Sasha was sure the men inside would take over. Jaren peeled Sasha’s tight leather skirt up enough so he could get rid of the tights and he took his time running his fingers over the milky flesh hiding underneath. Jaren got rid of his pants and untucked, groaning a little at the feeling of the tape being ripped from his skin. Then he did the same to Sasha and now both of their erections were freed there was no denying the gender flip. Sasha was feeling more male with each passing second, especially when Jaren’s hand wrapped around his shaft. Sasha closed his eyes and revelled in the feelings of Jaren’s hand slowly pumping him. It didn’t last long though and Sasha’s eyes shot open when he felt Jaren’s hand disappear. He whimpered pathetically and Jaren chuckled a little.
'Don’t worry Sasha, there will be more where that came from.’ Suddenly Jaren got up from the bed again, now completely naked and hard and wandered the room. Sasha didn’t dare say a word, he just watched dumbly from the bed. There was only a small lamp illuminating the room so he couldn’t tell what Jaren was looking for but he saw him pick something up. As he came back over to the bed Sasha saw what it was. Jaren held the whip in one hand and like Sasha had been doing earlier he smacked it down on his own palm a few times. The sound of leather hitting flesh echoed around the room and for some reason it made Sasha whimper again like Shea had done in the werk room earlier. He understood exactly how he’d made Shea feel now, desperate and needy.
'I’m sorry about the teasing. I really-’
'Shush.’ Jaren knelt back on the bed and cupped Sasha’s face with his free hand and cooed at him softly. Sasha knew it wouldn’t last long. 'What’s done is done now Sasha.’
Sasha knew that meant he wasn’t forgiven. He knew he was going to be punished but he was ok with that honestly. Jaren looked beyond hot with that whip in his hand and Sasha honest to god couldn’t wait for it to be smacked against his skin. Jaren trailed the end of the whip up one of Sasha’s porcelain legs and back down the other. Sasha held his breath. It was going to hurt when he spanked him but he was ready.
'You know I spent all day imaging what it would be like to have you spank me with this.’ Jaren mused. He turned a little so Sasha got a perfect view of his ass. 'I don’t think you deserve to though.’
The sound of the leather meeting flesh echoed in the room again but it wasn’t Sasha’s flesh. Jaren slapped the whip on his own ass once again and Sasha watched in awe. This is so unfair, so, so unfair, Sasha whimpered. But it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. He kept watching as Jaren continued to spank himself. Sasha’s balls ached, he almost felt as though he could come from just the vision in front of him.
'Feels so good.’ Jaren hissed with a smirk and gave himself one last spank before he turned his attention back to Sasha. He put the whip on the bed and laid down on top of the other man allowing their dicks to meet and Jaren circled his hips a little to grind into Sasha. Sasha whimpered and briefly wished he could stop making that noise. You sound pathetic, eager, he scalded himself. But the truth was he was pathetic and eager and didn’t Jaren know it. Jaren kissed him again and Sasha tasted his lipstick and wondered if Jaren could taste his. He freed Sasha of the collar he’d been wearing around his neck for the runway and then let his lips trail down to the milky flesh. He kissed the sensitive skin and sunk his teeth in, wanting to leave marks. Sasha didn’t care, he wanted to be marked. I’m yours, I’m all yours. His earlier bravado and confidence had melted away the second he’d seen Jaren at his door and he gave himself over to the younger man. All of a sudden Jaren’s lips disappeared and he sat back scrutinising Sasha for a moment.
'I can’t bring myself to take your clothes off, you look too hot like this.’ He smirked and then flipped Sasha over onto his front as though he was a rag doll. His skirt was pulled up enough to reveal Sasha’s ass and Sasha was sure he heard Jaren hiss. He felt Jaren’s hands cup his cheek but Sasha knew better than to be lulled into a false sense of security. He’d been right to be sceptical as soon the sound of leather hitting flesh filled the room again and this time Sasha felt a jolt of pain through his body. He moaned at the pain but also it was a slightly pleasurable moan. Jaren slapped him again. And again. And again. Sasha’s head was spinning.
'How does it feel to be spanked by your own prop?’ Jaren had a smirk to his voice but Sasha didn’t reply. He didn’t think there was anything he could say. The whip collided with his ass several more times until his ass cheek was throbbing, but his brain was yelling ’more, more, more!’ He felt the weight of the bed shift and he assumed Jaren had gotten back up because he heard him rummaging on the other side of the room. The next thing Sasha knew he felt Jaren climbing back onto the bed and then there was something cool pressing against his hole. Sasha didn’t really have time to comprehend this as two of Jaren’s fingers suddenly entered him with force. He could tell he used lube but maybe not enough as it made Sasha emit a noise half way between a hiss and a whimper. Jaren thrust his fingers in and out hard, scissoring Sasha to open him open. Sasha still couldn’t find his voice and even if he could he wouldn’t be able to find any words. There was a still stinging that accompanied the pleasure but Sasha loved that feeling. He was panting into the pillow, his make-up was probably imprinting on the white hotel linens but he didn’t care. A third finger soon entered him and once again Sasha made a hissing sound combined with a small whimper. Jaren thrust in as hard as he could and Sasha was writhing beneath him.
'This is what you get for being bad Sasha.’ He told the other man. If this is what I get for being bad I don’t ever want to be good, Sasha said in his head because he couldn’t get his brain to move his mouth to form words. Somehow Jaren seemed to plunge deeper inside of him and Sasha was a goddamn mess. He needed more, he needed all of Jaren but the words wouldn’t come to make the request. He didn’t need to worry though as it wasn’t long before Jaren’s fingers disappeared and he was flipping Sasha back over so they were facing each other. Jaren had a dark look in his eyes and an expression on his face Sasha hadn’t seen before. He watched as Jaren ripped open the condom wrapper and rolled it down his erection and then coated some lube on. He shuffled closer to Sasha and took hold of his legs before wrapping them around his waist. Sasha felt Jaren’s cock at his entrance and he was internally begging the younger man to fuck him. Jaren clearly sensed his desperation because he bent down and kissed Sasha.
'I’m worth the wait.’ He spoke into Sasha’s lips and while Sasha was preoccupied with the kiss, Jaren thrust into him. Sasha hissed deeply at the unexpected sensation but it made Jaren chuckle. He moved away from Sasha’s lips and started thrusting hard. Sasha’s mouth was open as he just stared at Jaren as he fucked him. His ribs were starting to hurt from his corset and he wished he was naked like Jaren but soon all his thoughts slipped away. Jaren manoeuvred Sasha a little so his hips were elevated and at that angle Jaren found his prostate with ease. He was thrusting harder and harder, a small sheen of sweat noticeable on his forehead and his make-up started to run a little. His lipstick was smeared and Sasha’s own was woven into the mess across his mouth. Sasha didn’t even want to think about what he must look like. Sasha’s hand found his dick and he started stroking himself although he didn’t remember telling himself to do that. It didn’t last long before Jaren was slapping his hand away.
'Did I say you could do that?’ He panted, speaking between thrusts. Sasha bit his lip and didn’t dare disobey him. Jaren kept thrusting and Sasha imagined himself walking with a limp tomorrow. That would be fun to try and explain to the others. His dick was throbbing and he needed some kind of contact and as if reading his mind Jaren took hold of his shaft a little roughly. He pumped Sasha trying to keep in time with his thrusts. Sasha was already close to his orgasm, he felt like he had been since the moment Jaren turned up at his door. He tried to hold off for as long as he could but the feeling of Jaren roughly pumping him and his hard taps on his sensitive bundle of nerves was too much and Sasha came. He didn’t manage to warn Jaren because he still couldn’t find his damn voice. He covered Jaren’s hand in his load and it spilled over onto Sasha’s clothes. Jaren let go of Sasha’s dick and wiped his hand on the bed sheets. He picked up his pace with his thrusts and Sasha had no idea how he was still going. Sweat was rolling down the sides of his face and taking his make-up with it and one of his false eyeslashes looked as though it was coming loose. But Sasha still thought this man was the most beautiful thing in the whole world. Jaren’s thrusts started to become less forceful and Sasha knew he must be close to the edge. Jaren bit his lip and was panting heavily and then his balls tightened and he exploded in the condom. Once he was empty he pulled out and tossed the condom in the trash. Sasha still couldn’t find any words. Jaren laid down next to him on the bed and put his hand gently on Sasha’s cheek.
'Are you ok?’ Jaren was still panting a little.
'Uhm…yeah. A little sore but mostly ok.’ Sasha finally managed to speak. Jaren cupped his face and leaned in to place the softest of kisses on Sasha’s pouted lips. The parallels between this and how he’d been not a few minutes before was so strange to Sasha.
'You better not try and wind me up like that again.’ Jaren smiled a little.
'You can’t handle my teasing?’ Sasha chuckled.
'Save it for behind closed doors yeah? You can tease me all you want just not in front of the others. And not in front of the cameras.’
Sasha continued to laugh because it really was funny how much he’d effected the other queen today. He was almost proud of himself.
'I’ll try.’ Sasha smirked. 'But it really is so much fun watching you squirm.’
Jaren pulled a face and then he rolled himself on top on Sasha again kissing him passionately.
'You are so bad.’ Jaren spoke into his lips. 'Have you not learnt anything tonight?’
Sasha’s hands trailed over the skin on Jaren’s back and came to a stop at his ass which he gave a firm squeeze. Before Jaren knew it Sasha had rolled them over so he was on top.
'I think you might need to teach me another lesson.’ Sasha smirked, his eyes just as dark as Jaren’s had been. Jaren pulled him down for another kiss and nibbled on the other man’s bottom lip a little.
'Oh I’ve got more lessons to teach you Sasha. One way or another you’ll learn to stop being so bad.’
Sasha smirked and locked his lips on Jaren’s.
'Teach me a lesson I’ll never forget Shea.’ He practically hissed Jaren’s drag name and for some reason it made Jaren incredibly horny again. Sasha was staring deep into his eyes and he had a mischievous smirk on his lips. He came close to Jaren’s ear and lowered his voice to a whisper. His breath hit Jaren’s skin and made goosebumps flare all over his body. The words were delivered with a hint of a challenge to them and Jaren never turned down a challenge. Sasha’s voice was sultry and dripping with seduction as he whispered, 'I dare you.’


“ I don’t have a few years, wish to hell I did. ”
“ I’ve known you my entire life, you don’t have a violent bone in your body. ”
“ Given your lack of prior criminal conduct, I am inclined to a probation. ”
“ I find it incumbent that you see the inside of a prison cell. ”
“ As for the term of your sentence, I’m setting it at five years. ”
“ I’m telling you, the guards are the dirtiest gang in this whole place. ”
“ I believe in being part of the solution, not the problem. ”
“ Hmm. Be the change you want to see in the world. What? ”
“ You have a habit of answering a question with a question. ”
“ Uh, perhaps you’d be good enough to enlighten me? ”
“ Are you crazy? You think I wanna break out of here? ”
“ Man I oughta beat you six days till Sunday. ”
“ I had to test you. See if you could keep a secret. ”
“ You dig in my cell when I’m there and I’m gonna split your wig. ”
“ You know you’re going to get killed in here, right? ”
“ You see these hands? They’re digging machines. ”
“ You wanna protect your prison reputation, or do you wanna get out of here? ”
“ You have no choice. I’m one of the bad guys, remember? ”
“ This look like storage to you, you idiot? It’s a restricted area. ”
“ I’m comin’ along on this endeavor whether you like it or not. ”
“ Dump the phone, they’re tracking you. ”
“ I checked my balance online, it is looking seriously deficient. ”
“ I swear to God, it just gets deeper and deeper. ”
“ Keep talking like that, I’ll be forced to put a bullet in your head. ”
“ I don’t like getting attached to things if I know they won’t last. ”
“ Well, I’m a pack rat, I never throw anything out. ”
“ What’s that smell? It smells a little like… conspiracy. ”
“ So you’re just gonna make a run for it, in the middle of the day? ”
“ What you gonna do, blow the whistle on your own escape? ”
“ I told you, I didn’t burn him! I found him like that! ”
“ We’ll be like ducks in a shooting range, you feel me? ”
“ Rough night? I got your message, what’s the problem? ”
“ I heard you got fired a few weeks ago, what was it this time? ”
“ I don’t understand, all the evidence is lining up in a path that leads directly to you. ”
“ I’ve never seen one of these requests granted before….not ever. ”
“ Have you figured out how you’re gonna get the key to the infirmary yet? ”
“ I will not discuss morality with an addict and a thief. ”
“ I was part of your plan. Was it all an act? ”
“ Don’t you feel all warm inside now that we’re all working together? ”
“ Do you think he’s/she’s a genius or a whack job?
A Costume of Coincidence

Pairing: Dean x Cas

Word Count: 1589

Prompt: Costumes

Tags: Halloween, Emma Winchester, Dad Dean, First Meetings, Alternate Universe, Fluff

Summary: Dean loses Emma when they go trick-or-treating, luckily Cas is wearing the right costume to reunite them.

A/N: Written for @deansleather‘s Halloween Writing Challenge! It’s time to get spoopy. I didn’t have time to get this beta-ed so please let me know if there are any bad mistakes!

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz

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Wash That Con Right Out Of Your Hair! -- A guide to washing your wigs!

Hi everyone! 

So in light of a recent conversation, the topic of washing a wig came up! Being the ever helpful person I am, I decided to make a little tutorial on how I wash out my wigs. This can be used for getting out product that you may have used to style it, or it’s just really gross. (Summer cons, I am looking at you)

That being said, I do have a few disclaimers I want to address! First of all, this method is my way. I am in no way a wig expert. But this works well for me. Next, I am using a wig purchased from Arda-Wigs. Their fibers are high quality Hiperlon , so they can stand the heat! If your wig is Kanekalon , or if you just don’t know, do a little more hunting before using this guide! :3

It is also recommended to use an actual wig shampoo. But I am cheap…. SO here we are. Now lets get started! :D

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She’s a little odd - Dylan O’Brien Imagine [Request]

A/N: requested by @loveislouder14. I hope you like it. I really like the idea, so I hope it turned out well.
Requests are always open!

word count: 1476

It all started off with one simple tweet. People got used to Dylan O'Briens girlfriend – the Teen Wolf super-fan, but things got strange once they learned about me shipping Stydia. The day it finally happened on show not only I went totally nuts but also questions over-floated. They always kept wondering how I could be so supportive, when it actually came to my man kissing some other woman and when fans hearts stopped as wishes and dreams finally came true, I was one of them. I felt it becoming one of the most discussed topics in fan groups or even Tumblr, but to be honest I never got their point.

First of all this was part of Dylans job, so there was actually no chance I got jealous about him kissing someone else. Well, to be honest at first I had to get used to it, but it didn’t took me this long. Apart from this I simply didn’t care as long as I knew who his heart belonged to.

Now that months have passed, each day advanced towards Comic Con. In fact Dylan offered me more than once to accompany him, but I declined kindly every time he asked.

To anyone else there haven’t been much of a reason for my behavior but to me and my best friend (Y/F/N), this has been our event for ages now and I wouldn’t want to break with this tradition for anything – not even Dylan.

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Welcome to the Finalizer!

Title: Welcome to the Finalizer!

Words: 3675

Summary: You are Hux’s wife and have two children together, they’re copying Phasma and Ren, you’re fed up with the rivalry between your husband and Ren and you really should learn to reveal your secrets properly.

Warnings: Fluff! Phasma and Reader are bros in this. Matt the Radar Technician makes an appearance!

Thanks to the brilliant @elenawrit who was my inspiration in this!!!

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Gay Life in Russia: Interview with Pavel Petel

What a thrill it was when my second-favorite Russian, Pavel Petel, agreed to talk openly about something that everyone right now seems to have an opinion about but few have any direct insight into: gay life in Russia. The dazzling Pavel entertains in clubs, on the streets, in parks — wherever his imagination takes him and his bodybuilder’s physique and model handsomeness play perfectly at odds with his vast collection of wigs, thigh-high boots, and lipsticks. No more a one man riddle wrapped in mystery inside an enigma, Pavel spoke briefly with me via email just before the opening of the 2014 Sochi Olympics.

MARK ADNUM: With the current situation in Russia, do you think your kind of pop-art has drifted into an area of political statement — protest?

PAVEL PETEL: I’m risking when I tell the truth. Everyone asks provocative questions, but no one is ready to provide real financial and legal help. I live in Moscow, Russia. I love life. I’m an actor! I am used to entertaining people and creating positively charged performances. I’m not interested in politics. I am a kind, trustful, naive and sincere person – there is no place for me in politics! I will benefit the world by entertaining people, not by organizing political protests.

However, I don’t have enough money to make all my creative ideas come to life. Recently an American digital magazine addressed me with a request to make them a free photoset and video with exclusive rights on the publication. They praised themselves to be the most popular digital magazine in the USA, but couldn’t send even a pair of shoes and wigs for shooting. I have a large audience in the West and my dream is to move to the USA. But I don’t want to lose Russian admirers either, so I will continue to communicate with them through my new project on YouTube.

MARK ADNUM: Your act is so delightful but there’s an undercurrent that you’re risking attracting very much the wrong kind of attention. What are your thoughts?

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Prompto Cosplay Progress:

Vest: All patches in place, flannel sewn, front patches are all riveted, back painted, all that’s left to do is to rivet the back patches, which I will be doing tomorrow!

Pants: All patches and rivets in place, this part is complete!

Boots: Belts and cuffs in place, all that’s left to do is paint the soles red, which I will probably be tackling either Thursday or next weekend. 

Wig: Friend is currently styling it for me, I probably won’t be getting it back until like right before we leave for NYCC, so stay tuned for the whole look!

I’m so incredibly proud of this cosplay! This is the first cosplay I’ve pieced together almost completely by myself (aside from the help from my friend with styling the wig and sewing on the flannel), and I’m so happy with how it’s coming out! I can’t wait to get the wig and show off the final piece, I really do think I’ll make a great Prompto!

Friends, Romans, Cosplayers,

Let me share with you the magic that is 30 Sec Weave spray. This is my post-con Sailor Moon wig’s pig tail:

I’ve tried everything to de-tangle this thing. I’ve washed it and it frizzed right back up. I’ve used the fabric-softener+water spray and all it did was dull my wig and make it feel gross. So today I finally went to my local drag queen supply store and consulted the Very Old Korean Man who runs the place. Without a word he handed me this bottle and this comb:

But guess what?? It fucking works. Check out my post-sprayed/combed wig:

Here’s what you do.

  1. Get yourself this godsend spay that must be formulated from RuPaul’s tears, and this shark comb.
  2. Spray your goddamn wig
  3. Let that sit for a few minutes (I timed it by chilling out and listening to a Noisey song)
  4. Comb your wig–obviously do this the way your supposed to, you know start from the bottom, don’t pull hard, all that jazz
  5. Hit particularly stubborn tangles with another spritz from the To Wong Foo (with love)
  6. Carefully pull the tangle apart
  7. Spray the frizz that happened via knot banishing and comb through the hair again
  8. LOOK AMAZING???? (just kidding, you will)
Aaand calling this a failure.

… and posting it to the right place this time <_<

I really don’t like that purple fur, bit it’s what I had.  Sad that it ended up being so prominent.  I also should have taken all my cuts from the middle of the swatches and said fuck it.  Cause they were cut bluntly on the edges and a little of the blunt cut made it into the purple and pink bits OTL

I’d just get some different purple and remake it, but I used up all the yellow I have, so I’d have to get some of that.  And if I’m buying two furs, I figure I might as well just spend a bit more, buy some rainbow striped fur and make it easier on myself :/

On the bright side, I did determine that rainbow stripes will work  for this.  Also had to cut the yellow pieces sideways for this second attempt, so I’ve determined the fur will lay fine that way which means I can go with horizontal rainbow if I have to <_<