#playing dress up

[sparklejumpropeheaven]

[thatsmybook]

In season 2, in preparation for the Valentine's Ball, Felice decides not to wear the white wig with her outfit.

She has her natural hair big, and curly and out, and stunning. Also, I love that her dress is a dark colour compared to everyone else's pale coloured outfits.

She says to her friends about the wig: "I don't know what to do. I can't wear that. It doesn't feel like me." Madison says, "Isn't that the point, though." Stella says," I think it's really pretty." Felice replies with, "It's not that it's not pretty. That's not the problem. It just doesn't feel right. But it's so weird. Everyone else will wear one."

She wants to be herself and sit in her own beauty, but she is worried that she will stand out by not conforming. Parallel this with her dad in season 3 telling her, "When I started (at Hillerska), I tried to have my own style. Some different cool clothes, big unruly hair....But here, that wasn't an option. Soon, I looked like everyone else."

When how you look, your hair, the colour of your skin, makes you different, conforming to the hierarchy that implies that European standards of beauty are superior, is necessary to have an easier time at Hillerska. According to Poppe, "That's how you win. Play be the rules."

I love how this is followed by Felice going against the rules of Hillerska that you don't snitch on the goings-on of the institution, and being honest. Leaving her conforming dad out of the interview room.

I like to contrast Felice's decision at the Valentine's Ball with Wilhelm painting his face and putting on his wig that makes him look like a traditional Prince. In this scene, he is crying as he dons his Prince apparel. It also 'doesn't feel right'. And it also 'doesn't feel like him'. He has always hated his role as Prince. Even something that should be fun, like playing dress up for a ball that everyone is doing, is not. Because he's not playing a role like everyone else. He is that role, and he hates it.

As to the other characters: August is seen to be really pleased with his reflection in the mirror as a traditional noble (read Prince) role. Sara is caught up in the excitement of being one of the elite girls and playing at being a part of their world. Simon is in his school uniform. He is himself. A 16 year old school boy. He definitely stands out at the ball, but he doesn't care.

[estoymuyloca]

Anywho ..

[feehippielove]

🩷I've been doing the same pose since I was 4 years old and if I keep aging this adorably I don't see myself stopping 🩷

[otherworldseekers]

I liked her in this dress so much I had to do some more shots.

[ceejthedeej]

[ur-dad-satan]

I don't care if I sound like a child when I say this, but I love dressing up in my fancy clothes and making cute little outfits. Can we bring back playing dress up and silly little games like that as adults please? Like I'm so tempted to order a few boas so I can dress up like a rich white woman in a 1930s movie or I'm gonna get a dead husband robe. Either way, I'm going to be extra as fuck and look fabulous while doing it.

[a-whole-lotta-isht]

Costumed Cuties

[rustbeltjessie]

March 29: Dressed up to go hang out with my bestie.

[jashonja]

[scullymurphy]

Night in Blue Satin

Over in the Rolled Sleeves Agenda Discord, we like to post pics of facecasts and drool over discuss them. Today, @bookloverdream-blessedindeed​ posted the above and it inspired an instant plunny in my breast. I now share it with you...

Blue Satin

“Let me. I’m so fucking bored.” Theo ran a slip of red silk through his hands and shot a beseeching look at Draco, who was doing nothing other than lying on his bed and staring moodily at the canopy. 

“No.” 

“Please? No one will see. It’s just you and me in here.” The Eighth-Year Slytherin dorm was a lonely place at the best of times. And on the sleety January Friday before term resumed, it was especially bare. 

“Why did you bring that rubbish back, anyway?” Draco sounded highly uninterested, but Theo took his question as an opening. 

“Thought it might be fun. We could do theatricals,” —Draco snorted and Theo made a face— “or give Pansy something to practice on. I found it all in an attic at the estate. Might have been my great-grandmother’s. Or an eccentric aunt’s? There’ve always been whispers that someone in the family attempted the muggle stage.”

Draco deigned to roll over and glance into Theo’s open trunk, which looked like a rainbow had exploded inside. Theo plunged a hand in and turned up fabrics and constructions of every muggle stripe. Dresses, jackets, stoles, glasses, wigs. Strange neckties. A feathery fan.

Hats. 

He pulled out a jockey’s bonnet trimmed in ice blue satin. “This would compliment your eyes.” He held it toward Draco hopefully. 

“Fuck off.” 

“Please?” 

“Put it on your own demented head.” 

“It demands a fair complexion, Draco.” 

“I don’t care.” 

“What if I let you have some of the fifty-year old whisky I also found in the attic?” 

Draco arched a disdainful brow. “Ogdens?” 

“Glenlivet.” 

Draco sat up. “Whisky first,” he said. 

~*~

Four drams in and they were listing against the dormitory window, racing raindrops down the pane. 

“Move, you bugger!” Draco tapped the glass where his drop was sliding sluggishly. 

“That’s cheating!” Theo shouted. “You forfeit!”

“I do fucking not.” 

“You do. Now you have to tell me what’s going on with Granger!” Theo did a little jig. 

“I told you, you bloody lunatic. Nothing is going on.” Draco reached for the bottle of whisky and sloshed more into their glasses. 

“Fine, don’t tell me. But you have let me do the hat now.” 

“Fine.” 

Theo squealed and lunged for his trunk. 

~*~

“Stop looking at me like that.” 

Theo removed his hand from over his mouth, but couldn’t stop the smile overtaking his face. 

“What?” Draco’s pale cheeks took on a stain of high colour. 

“You just look. Bloody fantastic in that.” Theo’s eyes skimmed over Draco’s shoulders, fetchingly encased in a fitted regency-era coat, to his throat—touched by a blue satin cravat, to the jaunty jockey’s bonnet, piled with more of the blue silken fabric.

“You would say that, you poof.” 

Theo put out a hand. “No, no. You’re my oldest friend and a very handsome specimen, but we both know you’re not my type.” He fluttered the hand and glanced over his shoulder. “Now if Longbottom were to make his brawny way through that door…” 

“Oh my god.” 

“What? You have your Gryffindor crush and I have mine.” 

Draco’s brows lowered and his mouth opened, but at that moment a knock came on said door. Theo’s eyes went wide, as did Draco’s. 

“What timing,” Theo murmured. “Whoever could it be?” 

Draco lurched up and hiccuped. “Probably Pans. She said she’d come back tonight instead of tomorrow with the crowds.” 

He yanked at the door handle, “Careful, if you come in here Theo’s going to put you in fancy dress like some kind of playhouse prostit—” 

Draco’s words broke off as the door swung open to reveal the shocked face and form of one Hermione Granger. 

Theo watched her eyes drag up Draco’s chest to his face as a deep blush infused her own. They stared at each other for a good five seconds, Draco utterly still and Granger shifting in a way that made Theo think of crossing one’s legs or biting one’s lip. 

“I— I—” she finally stuttered. “Is Theo here?” She hadn’t taken her eyes off Draco’s head and face area, which—that hat did suit him so completely, rendering him unexpectedly dashing, pert and deeply sexy at the same time. 

Theo took pity on Granger. “I’m here,” he called. “Please come in.” He shot a look at Draco, who started out of some fugue state and stepped back. 

“If you’d—” He gestured into the room, attention still fixed on Granger. 

Granger kept watching him too, only tearing her eyes away when Theo coughed. 

“I.” She swallowed, gaze darting back to Draco, who had lounged over to the window seat and to Theo’s delight, seemed to have totally forgotten he was wearing a satin-wrapped jockey’s bonnet. 

“Potions!” Granger blurted, turning to Theo and blinking rapidly. “I was in the library and I had a question about your part of the formula for our project.” Theo noted that she was adorable with a pencil stuck through a bun at the back of her head and the softest-looking muggle jumper dress. 

He also noted Draco staring rather gormlessly.

The beginnings of a nice little plan began to form in the recesses of his mind. Something to put some shine into this dull day. He began pouring whisky into a third glass. 

“Of course,” he murmured, sidling toward his trunk. “But first how do you feel about costumes?”

[feehippielove]

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[ohheyitsjustbear]

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