Hello, friends! Are you crossplaying or considering dressing in drag?
Would you like to learn how I turn from this
Into this? Well, here’s a step by step tutorial on how I was taught to do my makeup for drag!
Disclaimer: I’m really sorry if you are a person of color and want to follow my steps. The basics will probably be the same, but the colors will most likely be different. I can’t say for sure, since I’ve only performed a few times and was taught only to do my own makeup, I haven’t gotten to see the process black or Hispanic (or any other ethnicity) kings go through, so I can’t be sure it’s all the same.
Also, any more experienced Kings are free to correct me if I get anything wrong. I’m still new and certainly still learning, plus all this is just from memory, so if I’m wrong, PLEASE let me know and I’ll fix this! This tutorial is also for me to look back at when the process isn’t fresh in my mind and I need it to be correct.
what to look for in a man
- James Dean on the streets
- James Deen in the sheets
This was recorded by the Portsmouth Sinfonia in an experiment where all the members of the orchestra would swap instruments with each other and attempt to play them to the best of their ability.
favorite things about this
- literally all the brass starts to get the hang of it and then the crescendos happen and everyone is like FUCK FUCK FUCK??? FUCK. JUST. BLOW RLY HARD.
- the strings are lazy but also the same. like u can tell a lot of the ppl w/ the stringed instruments may already basically know how to play stringed instruments. like there’s definitely a section at the beginning where you hear a good portion going “oh yeah this is like. a smaller/bigger version of what i do.”
- all you hear of any woodwinds is just “pffffttt??? pFFFTTTT???? PFFFFFTTTT I SAID PFFFFTTTT!!!!!” bc woodwinds are fucking HARD and you hear after like the first crescendo half of them just give up. they give up. they’re done. fuck this it tastes weird and my lips hurt.
- that trumpet. that person is fucking TRYING man they fucking GOT this. they may not have figured out notes but they figured out LOUD and they GOT this.
I JUST DIED
I SEARCHED THIS POST FOR AGES OH MY GOD
Hinny according to J.K. Rowling (July 16, 2005, interview by Mugglenet and Leaky Cauldron)
"The plan was, which I really hope I fulfilled, is that the reader, like Harry, would gradually discover Ginny as pretty much the ideal girl for Harry. She’s tough, not in an unpleasant way, but she’s gutsy.”
"Yeah, size is no guarantee of power," said George. "Look at Ginny."
"What d’ you mean?" said Harry.
"You’ve never been on the receiving end of one of her Bat-Bogey Hexes, have you?"
"He needs to be with someone who can stand the demands of being with Harry Potter, because he’s a scary boyfriend in a lot of ways. He’s a marked man.”
"I didn’t want anyone to talk to me," said Harry, who was feeling more and more nettled.
"Well, that was a bit stupid of you," said Ginny angrily, "seeing as you don’t know anyone but me who’s been possessed by You-Know-Who, and I can tell you how it feels."
Harry remained quite still as the impact of these words hit him. Then he wheeled around.
"I forgot," he said.
"Lucky you," said Ginny coolly.
"I think she’s funny, and I think she’s very warm and compassionate. These are all things that Harry requires in his ideal woman.”
"E is always so thoughtful," purred Fleur adoringly, stroking Bill’s nose.
Ginny mimed vomiting into her cereal behind Fleur. Harry choked over his cornflakes, and Ron thumped him on his back.
A much smaller and warmer hand had enclosed his and was pulling him upward. He obeyed its pressure without really thinking about it. Only as he walked blindly back through the crowd did he realize, from a trace of flowery scent on the air, that it was Ginny who was leading him back into the castle.
"So have you had a good term?"
"Oh, it’s been alright," said Luna. "A bit lonely without the D.A. . Ginny’s been nice, though. She stopped two boys in our Transfiguration class calling me ‘Loony’ the other day—"
"But, I felt - and I’m talking years ago when all this was planned - initially, she’s terrified by his image. I mean, he’s a bit of a rock god to her when she sees him first, at 10 or 11, and he’s this famous boy. ”
The moment she saw Harry, Ginny accidentally knocked her porridge bowl to the floor with a loud clatter. Ginny seemed very prone to knocking things over whenever Harry entered a room. She dived under the table to retrieve the bowl and emerged with her face glowing like the setting sun.
"So Ginny had to go through a journey as well. And rather like with Ron, I didn’t want Ginny to be the first girl that Harry ever kissed. That’s something I meant to say, and it’s kind of tied in. One of the ways in which I tried to show that Harry has done a lot of growing up - in "Phoenix", remember when Cho comes into the compartment and he thinks, "I wish I could have been discovered sitting with better people”, basically? He’s with Luna and Neville.”
Harry slumped back in his seat and groaned. He would have liked Cho to discover him sitting with a group of very cool people laughing their heads off at a joke he had just told; he would not have chosen to be sitting with Neville and Loony Lovegood, clutching a toad and dripping in Stinksap.
"So literally the identical thing happens in "Prince", and he’s with Luna and Neville again, but this time, he was grown up, and as far as he’s concerned he is with two of the coolest people on the train. They may not look that cool. Harry has really grown.”
"People expect you have cooler friends than us," said Luna, once again displaying her knack for embarassing honesty.
"You are cool," said Harry shortly. "None of them was at the Ministry. They didn’t fight with me."
"And I feel that Ginny and Harry, in this book, they are total equals. They are worthy for each other.”
She looked alarmed and angry. Harry knew what was on her mind at once.
Laughing, Harry broke free of the rest of the team and hugged Ginny, but let go very quickly.
”You could’ve taken anyone!” said Ron in disbelief over dinner. “Anyone! And you chose Loony Lovegood?”
"Don’t call her that, Ron!" snapped Ginny, pausing behind Harry on her way to join friends. “I’m really glad you’re taking her, Harry, she’s so excited.”
Yet Harry could not help himself talking to Ginny, laughing with her, walking back from practice with her; however, much his conscience ached, he found himself wondering how to get her on her own.
He could feel Ginny’s eyes on him now but did not meet them; he did not want to see disappointment or anger there.
"Give it a rest, Hermione!" said Ginny, and Harry was so amazed, so grateful, he looked up. “By the sound of it, Malfoy was trying to use an Unforgivable Curse, you should be glad Harry had something good up his sleeve!”
Harry looked around; there was Ginny running toward him; she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her.
The creature in his chest roaring in triumph, he grinned down at Ginny and gestured wordlessly out of the portrait hole. A long walk in the grounds seemed indicated, during which - if they had time - they might discuss the match.
"You’d think people had better things to gossip about," said Ginny, as she sat on the common-room floor, leaning against Harry’s legs and reading the Daily Prophet. “Three Dementor attacks in a week, and all Romilda Vane does is ask me if it’s true you’ve got a Hippogriff tattooed across your chest.”
Ron and Hermione both roared with laughter. Harry ignored them.
"What did you tell her?"
"I told her it’s a Hungarian Horntail," said Ginny, turning a page of the newspaper idly. “Much more macho.”
"Thanks," said Harry, grinning.
"She’s not that bad," said Harry. "Ugly, though," he added hastily, as Ginny raised her eyebrows, and she let out a reluctant giggle.
"They’ve both gone through a big emotional journey, and they’ve really got over a lot of delusions, to use your word, together. So, I enjoyed writing that. I really like Ginny as a character."
Harry looked at Ginny, Ron and Hermione: Ron’s face was screwed up as though the sunlight was blinding him. Hermione’s face was glazed with tears, but Ginny was no longer crying. She met Harry’s gaze with the same hard, blazing look that he had seen when she had hugged him after winning the Quidditch Cup in his absence, and he knew that at that moment they understood each other perfectly, and that when he told her what he was going to do now, she would not say “Be careful”, or “Don’t do it”, but accept his decision, because she would not have expected anything less of him.
Panem today. Panem Tomorrow. Panem forever.
I can’t even handle these. holy cow
i can’t get over amputee guy
"When I got into the music industry a majority of female artists I’d seen were trying to regurgitate an ideal of the female image. They were trying to be almost a replica of what was popular. I just found that to be very boring and dishonest. I just wanted to be in control of my clothes. I wanted that choice. That’s the only thing that I’m saying. Women should not be marginalized. We shouldn’t play into the sexism." - Janelle Monae [x[
Once again for the people who insist on using Jane as the mascot for their respectability politricks and bullshit. Just seen some clowns trying to use her to tear down Rihanna the other day. Cut that shit out.