#guess-ill-dye

[guess-ill-dye]

Yk why I like Tumblr so much?

Because it is the best social media.

It is unknown enough for people not to ask you abt it and is know enough to have people of all sorts and a community for anyone.

Everyone seems so nice.

There is no pressure for posting or anything, no algorithm to respond to, you only see your silly little things if you want to.

Also followers are not visible and that is amazing.

Pls add reasons if you want, but for me the ultimate reason is that I was able to make more friends here in abt a month than my 3 years on other social media.

[ani-bunnie13]

february friday 🤍💫

[bucket-barnes]

As you wish Homie

(Suggestion from @tiredflowercrown)

Anthony Tremaine- curl up and dye

Heads up: I did very minimal research before writing this fic and embellished a bit for dramatics, I cannot guarantee that any of this information is medically accurate so you may need to suspend your disbelief a bit if you know more than I do

The Isle of the lost wasn’t a safe place, that wasn’t new, but in the case of Anthony Tremaine…danger came in a different form, the salon

The Tremaine family business may not have been dangerous in a traditional sense, the most threatening thing that happened to them was when Harriet Hook came in after a day of dealing with her father’s drunkenness and brother’s hallucinations, but even then she never did any harm, what really did the harm was when Anthony went to dye the stress-grays out of her hair

The hair dye in curl up and dye wasn’t of the highest quality, after all, it was Auradon’s leftovers, Anthony had been working with these chemicals since he was tall enough to reach the sinks, his earliest childhood memories linked to the smells of old bleach and dyes, touching up his grandmother’s roots, covering his mother’s horrid gray strands, and even helping Dizzy with her colored streaks whenever he was in a good mood. The process was therapeutic in a way, giving life to the dull and dead, the moments of peace he would get when more or less frying people’s hair…along with unknowingly frying years off his lifespan with internal burns and respiratory damage

Anthony had a few trademarks that made him stand out, his always perfect hair, the way he made rags look expensive…and his cough. Anthony had been basically inhaling poison since birth (especially when they would have to substitute the bleach with actual poison if they ran out) his lungs were thoroughly ravaged, though it wouldn’t stop him from keeping up his image. He always carried a cornflower blue handkerchief with him in the event of one of his coughing fits, people didn’t tend to pay it mind, the sound of someone hacking their lungs out in the street was the isle’s equivalent to chirping birds. Anthony always handled these fits with grace, coughing into his handkerchief and then tucking it away into his shirt pocket with one hand while the other slyly clutched his ribs. The only part Anthony couldn’t control was the rasp in his voice that would come and go, but hey…some people are into that, no harm no foul

At the incessant begging of his cousin, Anthony came to Auradon, it was wonderful, clean air, fresh food, the most fashionable clothes Anthony’s ever seen…but he kept getting weird looks from people when he coughed, it wasn’t that bad, was it? They were small, quiet, a little uncomfortable sure but…not terrible…right?? Well, they were that bad, the isle and Auradon just had very different definitions of the word, it was while working with Evie that Anthony learned this difference

It was a few days before the royal wedding and Evie wanted to get her hair touched up before her best friend’s big day so she had gone to Anthony to get the job done. Sure, Auradon had amazing hair stylists, but Dizzy had suggested letting Anthony do Evie’s hair since he knew how to get the perfect shade of blue every time. Evie sat in the chair and made small talk with Anthony, though it was interrupted by a handful of coughing fits. She must have been in Auradon a long time because, Evie didn’t remember Anthony’s coughs sounding that bad. His breath sounded labored and painful, his coughs were strained and seemed to cause him physical pain, Anthony practically doubling over at one point while he groaned and clutched his ribs. Evie would ask if he was ok and needed a break, Anthony would always insist he was fine, the cough was normal and not that bad, though the more he insisted the more Evie would protest to him continuing, but he kept on with the job at hand, the fumes making his eyes slightly water…then again, could’ve been tears from all the coughing…

It happened in a flash. Anthony’s eyes had gone vacant and his breath became more of a labored wheeze than breathing, he started to tip and the next thing he knew he was making his way to the floor as his vision went dark and his hearing became nothing but ringing…

he woke up in…not Evie’s house, the walls were white, everything was blurry…and what was that noise? It was loud and obnoxious like a broken alarm clock that wouldn’t turn off. He turned to his left and saw Dizzy, was she crying? He also felt a weird poking in his arm, he turned to his right and saw a thin tube, no thicker than a sewing needle, going right into his arm carrying some strange, gold liquid…

“Wh…where am…I?”

Anthony tried to ask, though it came out more as incoherent mumbling than actual words. Dizzy looked at her cousin with a mixture of confusion and concern

“Um…somewhere called a hospital? You Passed out doing Evie’s hair and weren’t waking up, I panicked, I’m sorry!”

“…S’kay…ok”

Gods, he must have been tired, he could barely form a sentence, though that noise from earlier wasn’t going away, if anything it was getting louder, good gods someone make it stop!

“Wh…ts that?”

Anthony tried to ask another question, though once again it sounded more like mumbling. Dizzy tapped her chest with her finger and Anthony seemed to get the message…that noise was his heartbeat, and it was getting louder because he was confused and…admittedly a little scared…wow was he screwed

Hope this sufficed! Who knew hair dye was so toxic, huh? (Cue uncomfortable laughter because I bleached and dyed my hair at home for three years straight) got any more descendants characters you want to see me medically screw over? By all means tell me! I’m bored, I’ll do it!

[dirtydisneyprincess]

I just came like 4 times, most of that recording, came so hard I cried and I still want more! I want cuddles, sleep, and then more.

[asteralien]

finally went to the thrift store and got some sheets for pirate/poet shirts ! i think I might try adding some bells and whistles this time, maybe some frothy cuff ruffles or a different kind of collar. the only good thing to be gleaned from those two “bernadette’s pirate shirt pattern is Bad actually” videos is the existence of neck gussets, which i wasn’t aware of though it makes sense, so I’ll probably try those out. another thing ive never been completely happy with has been the neckline so i might try shaping it into an actual V instead of just doing a cut down the center. and far be it from me to deprive myself of extremely inconveniently long sleeves but it’s getting warm already and i want to experiment with short poofy sleeves. we’ll see!!

[cookinguptales]

thinkin' about that post I wrote about writing vampires and low blood volume when it's something that I have myself, and how you have to be careful about skin discoloration because it tends to creep people out in a way you don't want

and like I just felt the need to tell you how I got one of two embarrassing childhood nicknames

so apparently when I was born I looked bad

like

real bad

they needed forceps to yank me out so I was already kind of weird-looking because of that but then I was also like

BRIGHT FUCKING BLUE

according to dad, I was literally sky-blue with a shade of gray and I just looked straight-up dead and he was internally panicking but he didn't want to upset my mom (who hadn't seen me yet) and the doctors were being calm which helped him be calm too, and he said apparently after rubbing me down pretty vigorously I eventually pinked up and started crying and all was well

(though I guess a harbinger of things to come)

anyway, this is why my childhood nickname was

smurfette

my dad still calls me that sometimes, too. like it's been 32 years and I still get smurfette'd sometimes, especially when my skin is turning interesting colors again.

FUN FACT: my baby pictures from the hospital were "lost" and they had my parents come in a few days later to retake them, and both of my parents believe that I looked so fucking horrific as a newborn (between the forceps marks, the weirdly shaped head (because of the forceps), and the skin color) that the nurses purposefully destroyed the photos.

I'm cute now tho!!

anyway my other embarrassing childhood nickname was "strawberry butt" but I guess I'll just let y'all use your imaginations on that one.

[iidsch]

local woman with no hairdressing skills tries to make double high ponytails, a million dead a gazillion injured

[silverislander]

looking at tattoo places in my town like its ever gonna happen and. :/

[guess-ill-dye]

[toastsnaffler]

my flatmate: yeah if i had a girlfriend i think i would be kind of controlling and manipulative rly i just want a guy to dress up and parade around like a ken doll im sure someone out there is into that

me (so horny im nauseous) i think i hauve covid

[citrlet]

next week my best friend and i are going to the werq the world tour im so excited

[blessedshortcake]

Pants update

[vampfucker666]

i put pink dye on my ends and they are looking god damned fuschia rn ummm so i hope they lighten soon LMAO

[exculis]

AAA JUMPSCARE

youtube just recommended my own video to me

scary!

[soloh]

I'm not going to say much specifically around the recent allegations surrounding Rooster Teeth, especially what Kdin has said, because I don't think it's my place as a cis person to get up on my high horse and speak for trans people when there are so many more important voices chiming up in this conversation, but I will speak on how this has affected me as a previous RT fan and say that this has been the last straw for me.

I've not consumed a lot of RT content in the last couple years anyway for a multitude of reasons- some of the rumors I heard around how the animation teams in particular were being treated definitely left a sour taste in my mouth- and this recent stuff has pushed the ship headlong into the proverbial iceberg, as it were. And yeah, it fucking sucks. I started watching RT in 2013, I was a first member, I met Gus in 2014, I have multiple pieces of merch etc. They were, for quite some time, a large part of my life, and I definitely felt a sense of community from being a part of that, for a while. And then... something changed. And while I tried to keep up (albeit fueled by a desperate and unhealthy need to keep holding onto something, anything, that reminded me of or linked me to someone who at that stage was no longer in my life in much of any capacity), I think I knew realistically that something just wasn't right anymore. And now I know that my gut instincts were correct. And I'll probably be parting with my old merch shirts and unfollowing a large portion of the staff on social media (I've already started unfollowing company pages as they've popped up). It's going to feel weird, for a while, but fuck it, I'm so sick of hearing about how certain groups of people, minority groups especially, are treated like garbage, either directly by their coworkers or by the community, and no amount of apologies is going to rectify it, because this just proves that past apologies for similar stuff meant jack shit and they don't care.

[loverboybitch]

i still have to knit the other sleeve but like damn wow.//.