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mikimeiko · 9 months

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1670 | Season 1 (2023), Jakub Rużyłło

#1670 #1670 netflix #loved it!#very funny with a pleasant surreal vein #there are some moments where the jokes are a little played out but generally it's very very good #also the cinematography is spectacular #and the costumes!#tv shows i watched in 2023 #i made this #i just want a tag for the things i personally put out into the world

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laurapetrie · 2 years

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THE LAST TYCOON (2017) I’ll stand there and bloom. After he kisses me - I bloom, I told you. How often do I have to tell you I bloom? - F. Scott Fitzgerald

#perioddramaedit #perioddramasource #the last tycoon #lily collins #lcollinsedit #*#celia my beloved!#favorite fitzgerald girl for ever and ever #tough category i must say #in all honesty i'm still bitter this didn't get a second season #the last tycoon is my second favorite fitzgerald book (and could have been number one if he hadn't had the audacity to DIE ON ME)#and this was actually a really solid adaptation #aside from kathleen everyone was perfectly cast #and since the book is unfinished they had so much room to explore #and the COSTUMES!#i shall mourn it till i die #i heard amazon was doing tender is the night but i think it's dead now #what we really need is a this side of paradise adaptation where amory just fucks his way across new jersey #myra's there! clara's there! isabelle! rosalind shows up!#we would need at least five episodes focused solely on eleanor because that's my forever girl right there #but who is cute enough to play amory?#no one?#i've always been a kerry holiday girl myself 💗#(did you know we're getting a pale pink heart emoji? truly life changing!)

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allfr0gs · 2 years

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the leading lady in a musical epic from the 60′s will look at the most ill-tempered, most mysoginystic man and go “that’s the man i’m gonna marry.”

#i'm looking at you hello dolly! and my fair lady #the music is nice at least #and the costumes!#but my god #westley.txt

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cat-cosplay · 1 month

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Is everything in the Dungeon Delicious?

#delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi #izutsumi #cat cosplay #cosplay #cats #kitty #cats in costumes #cats of tumblr #aww #fan art #anime #international cat day

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cloud-ya · 5 months

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outcast of the village

#werewolf #folklore #slavic #poland #folk clothing #folk costume #wolf #me when The Peasants (2023) i hate that movie #nothing against it I actually love how it's made along with the soundtrack and references to polish paintings #but having watched it in cinema it triggered so many traumas that i wanted to immediately leave the screening room #kto się wychował na polskiej wsi ten się w cyrku nie śmieje #art #pl #polblr #how much more tags can i fit to get people to notice this? let's see!

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fallout-lou-begas · 9 days

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the sexless lesbians who say every horny thought makes them "no better than a man" might kill me for this but regarding chappell roan's ass in the tight chainmail and thigh-high plate armor forming a pseudo-garterbelt situation, it needs to be said: AWOOGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HUBBA HUBBA WOWEEEEEEEEEEEEE HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

#it is genuinely an INCREDIBLY inspired idea by the costume designer like oh my god #chappell roan

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sidecast · 25 days

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i looove the miku trend. nomadic horselord hungarian miku be upon you

#hatsune miku #miku #miku fanart #digital art #artists on tumblr #historical costuming #medieval hungary #i cannot draw folk dress for the life of me but i can draw nomadic wear so yay

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lucybellwood · 3 months

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Lemme tell you a gay little story about an eagle.

Our town (~9,000 people) has a couple garages, but there's a big one on the main drag. My family has been going there for decades. I drive past it every day.

There used to be a huge pine tree on the corner of their lot, but last year it became a hazard and had to be taken down.

Shortly thereafter I drive by and see they've hired a guy to chainsaw sculpt the stump into a bald eagle.

Birds own my heart, but nationalism makes me twitchy. I withhold outright condemnation of the eagle, but I'm skeptical. (The original owner—an objectively Good Dude—sold the business to a younger couple a few years ago, and I don't have any knowledge of their whole deal.)

Then it turns out someone on staff is really into making costumes for the eagle. Every holiday. Every month. Stuffed turkey, witch costume, menorah headpiece, bunny ears. These people love to dress their bird.

The changing of the eagle suit becomes a source of joy every time I drive through town.

Until June, when the eagle is bare.

Now look, maybe I'm expecting too much asking my garage to celebrate Pride. But this is a small town. Every time I drive by that stupid eagle—this thing that has previously brought me so much joy—I feel hurt. I feel reminded that there are plenty of people in my liberal bubble who don't consider my community worthy of celebration. I drive to work, I feel bad. I drive home, I feel bad. The eagle is mocking me.

Then my A/C quits working.

So I book an appointent to bring my car in—and realize what I have to do.

I pick all this up at a thrift store for under ten bucks. I print the shirt with some weird heat-transfer fabric crayons I find in a cupboard. I loop gold elastic around the sunglasses and pray they'll fit on the eagle's head. (It is also important to draw your attention to the price of the feather boa.)

(Nice.)

My reasoning is thus: if I show up with a complete costume ready to go, someone will have to look me in the eye and say "We don't believe in that," at which point I'll be finding a new garage. But if they let me dress the eagle, then people in town get to have the joy I've been missing since the start of the month.

I listen to a lot of hype-up jams on my way over. I hate confrontation. I also don't wanna have to find another garage. I want to believe that this decision isn't actively antagonistic, but I'm not particularly hopeful.

I talk through the A/C issue with the guy at the desk, hand over my keys, then take a deep breath.

"Who's in charge of the eagle?"

"Oh, that's all Dylan. Second bay from the end."

I walk down the row of hydraulic lifts and find a disarmingly smiley middle-aged man pouring fluid through a funnel. I introduce myself and explain that, since the Pride parade is this Sunday and the eagle seems to be missing a costume, I have taken the liberty of making one myself, and can I get his blessing to go put it on?

Dylan grins this absolutely giant grin and goes

"Oh hell yeah."