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How the heck did her hair get braided like that? Did she and the other officers just have a braiding train at night? ????
do you think Peggy carter needs anyone to braid her hair? she does it herself. The right handâs nail polish? my girl has it covered. Zipping and unzipping the back of the dress? pff⊠Peggy Carter can do anything. Liquid Eyeliner? in one try. Peggy carter can do anything.
anything.
a n y t h i n g.Â
Thatâs not a braid. Itâs a roll. It is one of the most beautiful hair styles to come out of the 40s and is incredibly simple. The hair styles you should be impressed with are these.
Waves: I had a 1920s themed dance last month, and I wore my hair in waves. I sat in a chair with a professional stylist for AN HOUR for FOUR of those beauties. I see at least eight. And she does those regularly for work.
Victory curls: I can do victory curls. Two, to be exact. Not counting practice, I have worn my hair in V-curls exactly twice. It took me an hour and a half last time, and I didnât even curl the ends, just two v-curls on the top of my head, and they werenât nearly this amazing. Again, another casual work look.Â
Do you think Steve curled her hair? Fat chance. Be in awe of Peggy Carter. Be in awe.
I now have a mental image of Peggy Carter doing her nightly routine, which of course doesnât necessarily happen at night, just whenever she has a chance to lie down and sleep. It starts with sitting at her desk, where a mirror has been wedged into the right position by militarily files, but she doesnât look at it any more. Instead sheâs pouring over whatever has to be memorized for the following day, fingers working on automatic as she wedges pins into place. It takes forty seven pin curls to get the look she wants, and sheâs done with it before she finishes reading the memo.
Thereâs little flickers of red on her gun as testament to smudged nails before she learned to check her weapons first and then paint her nails. While they dry she reads something else, filing it all away for future reference and remembering key words by which finger she was painting at the time. When Peggy Carter checks her nails she might well be looking for chips, but itâs more likely sheâs remembering names.
She ran out of cold cream weeks ago, but she stills has some rose water left and uses it sparingly, careful not to get it mixed up with the other little vials in her kit.
And of course there will be that one night, when the alarm sounds and everyone is forced from their beds in a panicked hurry. Peggy Carter will not only be at the center of it, but she will be the one keeping the intruder pinned down. Dressed in a faded floral nightgown thrown over her night clothes, smelling like rose water, her hair hidden under a silk scarf to keep her curls in place, gun held steadily in a perfectly manicured hand. Everyone else is dressed, however hurriedly, but itâs Peggy who is the most put together, even in her pin curls.
I love the expression, âHell in high heelsâ, but frankly Hell has never met Peggy Carter.
ALL of this ^^^. Also, the glorious queen probably does her winged liquid eyeliner in that stupid jeep, bouncing along the path to a meeting.
This is the most beautiful thing Iâve read so far about Peggy Carter. Â *chinhands and sighs, dreamily* Â Because Peggy fucking Carter.
Fun fact the top style is actually super easy. It takes a lot of Bobby pins, but even I (and Iâm terrible at doing hair) can do it in about 7 minutes.
I love the above description of Peggy doing her hair in spare moments around work. I 100% picture Peggy casually pin-curling her hair before bed every night while reading memos or whatever - for one thing, because if you do anything regularly, it really doesnât take that much effort. My grandmother used to pin-curl her hair every night before bed, casually doing the curls by hand while watching TV or talking to my mom. And then in the morning sheâd brush out the curls, lock it with hairspray, and was good to go. Peggyâs hair and makeup is a sort of armor/protective camouflage, although she probably doesnât think of it that way; of course sheâd work as hard at getting good at it and doing it fast, just like with the self-defense and gun stuff.
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                             Higher, Further, Faster                          Happy International Womenâs Day
So I just now learned about Stagecoach Mary and how have I never heard of this absolute LEGEND of a woman before
She was born a slave and freed when the Emancipation Proclamation was issued (she was about 30)
She was about six feet tall and 200 pounds and once she was free she decided sheâd never take shit from anyone ever again
When one of her close friends, a nun by the name of Mother Amadeus, became ill with pneumonia at her convent in Montana, Mary headed alone into the frontier to nurse Mother Amadeus back to health
After Mother Amadeus recovered, she gave Mary a job as the foreman of the convent. She repaired buildings, took care of chickens, made the long and dangerous journeys into town for supplies, and did other odd jobs.
She could drink most men under the table, and one saloon offered five bucks and a free shot of whiskey to any man who could take a punch to the face from Mary and remain standing.Â
She was once said by a local paper to have broken more noses than anyone else in Montana
She was outspokenly Republican, which at this time was the liberal party in America, and would get into political debates with the more conservative townsfolk
One time a man insulted her outside the saloon so hit him in the face with a rock, and only stopped when other cowboys held her back.
On one supply run into town, her wagon overturned and the horses fled. Mary spent all night single-handedly fending off a pack of wolves with her guns before she righted the heavy wagon by herself and tracked down the spooked horses. The only thing lost in the accident was a jar of molasses.
She lost her job at the convent when she got into a gunfight with a male employee who did not want to take orders from a black woman. She reportedly shot him in the ass, which angered the local bishop.
After losing her convent job, Mary spent a brief time running a restaurant, where she welcomed and served all comers
When a job for a mail carrier opened at the local US Post Office, Mary got the job because she managed to hitch six horses to a wagon faster than any of the male candidates
She was sixty at the time
This made her the first black woman mail carrier, and the second woman mail carrier in US history
When the snows were too deep for the horses to manage the long and dangerous delivery routes, Mary would strap on snowshoes, put the bags of mail on her shoulders, and do it herself
At one point she apparently had a pet eagle????
She only retired from the mail route when she was about 70 years old, and instead made a quieter living by babysitting and running a laundry business in the town of Cascade
She was a huge baseball fan and often gave the local team a big bouquet of flowers from her garden
The people of Cascade loved Mary so much that they closed the schools annually on her birthday
When a law was passed in Montana that forbade women from drinking in saloons, the mayor of Cascade granted Mary an exemption.Â
When her house burned down, the whole town got together to help her build a new one
She continued drinking, fighting, and going to baseball games until she died of liver failure at 82 in 1914
Mary (far right) and the local baseball team
Anyway sorry for gushing I just now heard about her and Iâm in love
Iâve heard of her, but godDAMN, if her story doesnât bear repeating. ^w^
She has her own wikipedia page. Enjoy.
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Daisy Johnson Appreciation Week day seven: free day  âĄ
This heart-warming Disneyland Paris spot features a sweet CG duck who simply adores Donald Duck. Itâs the perfect cure for post-Christmas blues!!!
Dear lord, this is so fucking cute. How dare you!
See I donât knit, but my friend does and she says this is the funniest shit for anybody who knits, so⊠I guess? Iâm pointing this to you @stitchcasual, is it funny?
omg laughing so hard.
@havingbeenbreathedout - you may enjoy this one.Â
my spouse just taught himself to knit on a whim and i donât know if this was his internal monologue but it will be what i picture from this moment forward
I am just barely beyond this stage of knitting, and yes, that was more or less my internal monologue. (Iâm also not a fan of that particular YouTube tutorial.)
i wish somebody looked at me like the way he looked at that onion
That final scream
the gaang + forgetting about tophâs disability
Ellie Davies, In Between the Trees
A porcupineâs Halloween present (+ original sound effects)
I had no idea giant porcupines made fucking precious sounds
THATâS THE SOUND IT MAKES!?!?!?
UN-BE-FUCKING-LIEVABLEÂ
We got asked if this is cute and okay. I can very happily say yes, this is stupid cute and those are happy porcupine noises.Â
One of my favorite things about doing zoo work was all the noises you never realize the animals make when theyâre excited or interested in a new thing. Coatimundis squeak and snuffle, and giant porcupines make that sound.Â
Itâs been a long time since Iâve seen this video on my dash, so itâs time to bring it back! The information provided above is still correct, and was sourced directly from the zookeeper that takes care of this specific animal.
so if thereâs one single trope iâm always down to fight itâs the animal bride (folklore motif 402??) which a lot of you are probably familiar with as the selkie - the fisherman either falls in love, steals her skin to trap her on land/gain power over her, or they fall in love and THEN he steals her skin to keep her from leaving, and either way she spends a lot of time gazing sadly out to sea and then she or her child finds the skin and never returns again. and thatâs awful on a whole lot of levels - itâs not love, itâs control.
BUT. but the thing is. you how selkies/seal women was a pretty common variation of this? another really popular one was swans.
i just want you to think about that for a moment. swans. likeâŠI get it, theyâre pretty, graceful birds, certainly itâs easy to imagine them magically becoming pretty graceful ladies? but have you ever fought a swan. swans are awful. swans are the devilâs geese. imagine seeing a pretty magic lady and being absolutely enchanted by her, and stealing her magic feather cloak, and then you go up and say âhey iâm in love with you, let me make you my queen, it will be great, weâll be so happyâ and she just looks at you for a moment andâŠ
you know i was going to say maybe she just shouts for her sisters and suddenly youâre realizing youâve made a terrible terrible mistake bc youâre surrounded by big fucking birds who are all hissing. but honestly if this swan lady is as aggressively down to brawl as any other generally unhappy swan, then sheâd straight up fuck you up on her own. sheâd just deck you roundhouse, honestly. you donât fuck with swans. why does this trope exist
okay but consider this: a woman walks to the park every day and feeds the swans and watches them paddle gracefully around the lake, sighing to see how beautifully they swim.Â
finally one day, a swan comes up to her and says âwhy donât you come and swim with us? you always sigh so wistfully to see us on the water, and you would be most welcome to join our company, for you have always been a true friend to our kindâ
and the woman says, âi canât swimâ
and the swan says, âweâll teach youâ
and the woman says, âliterally i canât swim, my husband stole my sealskin and should i venture into deep water i would surely drownâÂ
and the swan says âyour husband fucking WHATâ
the next morning the womanâs front yard looks like this.Â
and neither the woman nor her husband are ever heard from again, though for very different reasons.Â
@elodieunderglass
tagged for imaginary swans doing the lordâs work
A++, two thumbs up.
It may also interest someone to know that swans can projectile poop.
I know a real-world mama swan who got shot in the wing and walked four miles overland to get back to her babies and dad swan, with her broken wing bleeding and dragging the whole way. She just kept going. Donât mess with lady swans.Â
Also? Swans donât have a lot of obvious physical markings that divide the males from females. So some idiot might be like, âdamn, thatâs a sexy bird, I wanna marry herâ and then like. Itâs a dude swan. You just transformed thirty pounds of angry aggressive bird into 200+ pounds of angry aggressive adult man, who will totally kick your butt. (Also Iâm pretty sure that if you turned a lady swan into a human, you would not get a willowy little 5âČ0âł girl. Youâd probably have a 6-foot amazon with biceps the size of your head. Swans are heavy birds and it takes a LOT of muscle to get them into the air. They are among the baddest bitches in the bird kingdom)
And when a swan decides to beat you up, it is not with fancy martial arts. Swans are brawlers. They have bone clubs built into their wing joints specifically for beating people up. A human swan is gonna come at you screaming and spitting and just keep punching you in the face until you regret every decision you have made ever in your life and also some of the ones your parents made too.Â
This thread soothes my soul every time I see it.Â
WARNING: FEELS!!!
Mickey and Minnie speak to deaf child using sign language.
Iâm learning sign language so I understand this! They said âNice to meet youâ and then Minnie said âYou know I love youâ Ahhh I live for these kind of moments!
bitch iâm crying
When he leaned in for a hugđ