#like they change the moms hairstyles and even show them going to a salon to get box braids

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Dad Ran Haitani x Mom Reader: My baby you'll be ft Uncle Rindou WC:1300+ TW: baby, pure fluff Synopsis: Dotting dad over his little princess decides to cut his lovely braids off. You love his new look but will his daughter like it? A/n: The book the he reads to her is truly such a beautiful book its called 'I love you forever'. Makes me cry every time I read it 🥺💜 I hope you enjoy! (unedited) MINORS DNI

“Daddy will be back in a little bit, okay princess?” He held his daughter, giving her a big hug and kiss. His 10 month old daughter giggled, her small hands touching her fathers face. He doted over his precious princess so much and always wanted to keep a smile on her face. The term daddy's little girl applied to the both of them.

You plucked your little one from his arms as you both were at the doorway that lead out of your home, giving him a sweet kiss. It had been a while since he changed his signature braids he grew accustomed to for a while. But now he needed something new with his hair. “Love you, be careful.”

“You know I will.” stealing one more kiss “love you too.”

Both you and your daughter watched Ran get into the car “bye bye daddy!” reaching for here hands showing her how to wave. He gave a smile as he waved from inside the car. Pulling out of the drive way you began to see him drive off.

Ran took his time when going into the salon. Seeing his braids being chopped out his hair bleached and redyed. His brows even being reydyed to match his hair. He would spend hours in the salon making sure his hair was properly cared for. When he finally saw the hairstyle he was very pleased with how he looked. The soft lilac hair color as he ran his fingers through his hair. Exiting the salon he could feel the wind blowing through his hair. He was eager to head home and show his new hair style.

Your daughter was down for her nap when you began to prepare for dinner. Ran quietly snuck into the home, he could smell the yummy food coming from the kitchen. It was quiet knowing his daughter might be down for her nap. Your back was turned as you were by the stove. You could feel a pair of lanky arms wrapping around your waist. You were slightly startled “scared ya babe.” he leaned in kissing your cheek.

Turning around, your eyes widen. You were amazed by the new look running your fingers through his soft hair. “ Well mister I don’t think my husband wouldn’t appreciate you holding me like this.” teasing him as your arms drape around his neck.

He raised his brow giving a smirk “what your husband doesn't know, won’t hurt him.” pressing his lips against yours. “You like it?” he asked.

“I love it, it suits you really well.”

“How long has my princess been asleep?”

“About an hour, Rin came over thinking you were here when the baby saw him, she got excited. When he tried to leave she cried so he stayed and they both eventually fell asleep.”

When it came to his niece Rin enjoyed spending time with her, even though complain about his niece becoming clingy to him when he was over. It showed how much his niece loved him and he loved it but would never admit it to you both.

“I’m up I’m up.” you both heard Rins lazy voice as he was scratching the back of his head. Rin looked over at his brothers taking a second glance. “Well that's different.”

It only took a few minutes of Rin waking up. The three of you heard your daughter waking up. “Oi Rin can you go grab her? I wanna surprise her with the new look”

“yeah yeah.” Rin knew his niece would have a fit but didn't want to say anything. “get your phone and record her.” He mumbled quietly to you as he walked to get his niece. You grabbed your phone then proceeded to follow your husband to the living room.

Ran quickly grabbed one of the blankets from the couch. Taking a seat he placed the blanket over his head. Rin brought out his niece who seemed to have a good nap with her smile spread across her face. “ Where's daddy’s princess??” He asked . His daughter's head turned to the couch and saw from what it looked like what her daddy was wearing before he left to “bring her over.” He couldn’t see her but he could here her saying ‘dada’

Rin looked over at you and mocked the word ‘Record’, He placed his niece on her fathers lap. “Dada '' she kept saying . Ran held her making sure she wouldn’t fall.

“I missed you too princess.” He spoke as the blanket was still over his face. His daughter tugged at the blanket making the blanket fall off her fathers face.

He saw his daughter's face, a bright smile that only lasted for a moment then noticed a smile disappearing on her face as she looked at him. She heard her daddy but this wasn’t him, she had a shocked look of ‘your not my dad’ all over her face.

He was a bit concerned with her facial expression “princess what’s the matter?” he asked as he caressed her chubby cheek. He could see her bottom lip sticking out her eyes beginning to tear up. She looked over at you then her uncle and began to cry as she stuck out her hands towards Rin. Before Rin could reach his upset niece, Ran brought her closer to his chest. Her hands were on his shoulders as she cried. Did she not recognize him? “Baby girl it's me daddy.” wiping her eyes before kissing her cheek.

She was not having it. She didn't know who this new man was but it wasn’t her daddy. Her cries became louder “you're pissing her off, gimme her.” Rin picks her up. You turned off the phone going towards your daughter to make sure she was okay.

Ran’s heart broke as his daughter refused to go to him. His little one couldn’t recognize him with his new hairstyle. He was almost kicking himself for doing it. She just had a melt down and he didn’t want to make her upset. “Honey, you're okay. It’s daddy.” you point towards Ran. Her bottom lip still sticking out, she looked over at Ran. He gave a weary smile he stood up with his hands reaching for her. Nope still not having it. She turned her head away burying her head into her uncle's shoulder. “Babe, she may just need some time to get used to it.” you gave him a smile

“I hope so.” Ran let a low sign out. Your daughter was practically on your hip, or on Rins hip until he left home. He saw her favorite book thinking maybe if he read it to her like he usually does maybe she would notice it's her daddy. She was freshly washed and had her pajamas on. She looked a bit tired. You took a seat next to Ran, your daughter sat on your lap. She noticed the small book in Ran’s hand. As he began to read the book she felt a bit more calmer. He would bring the book closer to her so she could see the photos “I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, as long as I'm living, my baby you'll be.” Just with this phrase alone his baby girl felt more at ease. You noticed she scooted herself into her father's lap as he continued to read the book. She curled up in his arms, rubbing her eyes as she yawned. It was towards the end of the book and noticing her eyes are becoming heavy he said the last part “I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, as long as I'm living, my baby you'll be.” He looked down to see his little princess curled in his arms asleep. Placing the book down. His armed wrapped around her. He placed a kiss on the top of her head. “My baby you’ll be.” Ran held her for a while before taking her to bed.

When placing her in bed kissing her good night. He closed the door to her room. It didn’t take long for him to find you changing into your pajamas. He needed to pick me up since he was a little bit down still. Deciding to continued the little playful talk from earlier “I see your husband is still out. I guess I get you all to myself. " he begin to unbutton his shirt as he walked towards you. As the shirt fell to the floor his long slender fingers brushing your hair off your shoulders. The corner of his eyes caught his phone lighting up on the night stand. He ignored it when it first lit up but seeing how it was lighting up more frequent. It could be a important chat. "hold on babe." Walking to his phone seeing it was a new group chat. It was the video of his daughter reacting to his new hair. His friends commenting with memes 'your not my dad' . He wasn't going to respond putting his phone on silent for the rest of the night. He looked over at you knowing you were the one who recorded it and sent it to Rin. The looked you knew so familiar that excited you yet knowing you weren't going to get a break tonight.

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[lunarheiress]

I was soooo confident when I made my appointment but now I’m just a nervous wreck so if any of ya’ll would like to weigh in with personal stories I’d love to hear about some terrible haircuts. In fact! I’d especially love to hear from hair dressers. I am honestly flabbergasted at some of the experiences I’ve had, but I really want to hear it from a hair dressers point of view. I really just want to understand the mindset. Here is a typical play by play (under the cut because I got more ranty than I expected):

I go to a hairdresser and describe what I want.

They immediately suggest layers (I decline, I don’t want them, didn’t mention them, won’t want them no matter what).

I say, usually, I’d like so many inches off the bottom of my hair. They try to cut more. This is frustrating because my hair is damaged, true. It is an artifact of a medical condition. I am not obligated to explain my medical condition to them nor do I want to nor do I think it would change anything.

They usually cut far more than I ask regardless of what I say to them. As an example, the last time I went I asked her to take off about four inches and she took about 8. Not a noticiable difference at all. (The one and only time a person didn’t cut my hair shorter than what I wanted was when my mom came with me to watch because it was for a special event and I guess they knew they’d be caught ignoring what I requested if someone who knew me could see what they were doing).

I began to get my hair dyed in an ombré style years ago. This added a fun new step of the stylist pushing me to also get highlights. Or dye my whole head. I do not request these things or mention them.

When all is said and done, they usually charge me at least 300 and want tip. More than once have I retreated to a vehicle afterwards and cried. If I could do it myself I would but the prone to damage/breakage makes home kits difficult to use without making things much worse.

The fun thing is the location doesn’t matter. The stylist doesn’t either. It’s always the same. I have to repeat, over and over, that I don’t want highlights or layers or this or that. I just don’t get it. Hairstyling is such an odd career to me. You see all these scenes in movies and tv shows where they go to a hairdresser and say something cheesy like “work your magic” and the stylist does whatever they want and boom the person loves it but I’ve never met anyone like that in reality. Most people have a pretty clear cut picture of what they want for their haircut and if their experiences are anything like mine they’ve gotten used to describing it pretty precisely. I’ve even got pictures saved into my phone for reference permanently. Why do hairdressers hear a clients concise request and try to disregard it when advice hasn’t been sought on what to do? I came to pay for a service with clear instructions on what I want and instead I’m fighting for my life and my hair while some crazy woman wielding scissors froths at the mouth to chop my hair into nine different lengths and a foot shorter if she thinks I need any hair left at all, all the while hoping to bleach my whole head and probably my eyebrows while she’s at it.

Sorry for anyone I’ve offended this has just happened so many times in so many different salons with different stylists I’m just. I don’t get it. And like, what the hell am I supposed to do if they fuck my hair up? Do I still have to pay someone who failed to complete the request I’m paying them for? I firmly believe in labor being properly compensated for, which is why I’m so stuck. I don’t want to not pay some lady who worked for two hours on my head, but if she ignored me at every turn and tried to do whatever she wanted instead of respecting me as a person with decision making capacity in any way, what the heck am I supposed to do??? Especially when they cut it too short!!!!! You can’t just put it back on!!!

I just. Have a new hair dresser tomorrow. I am stress. If I reblog this with a crying emoji and some pictures of beanies I can wear for a while then you know what happened 😓😓😓

#delete later #ranting #hair #like the audacity

[supercorpkid]

hai!! im LOVING that i found this gem of an account of yours 🤩 could i request a scenario where supercorp's reaction to their daughter cutting their hair really short,, (girl crush vibes)?? I'm loving your works the more i read!!

YAY!!! That makes me so happy to hear it!

Here’s how I think they would react like. Thanks for the prompt!

Haircut

Word Count: 1510.

“I wanna cut my hair.” You announce, walking in the kitchen and both Lena and Kara raise their eyes at you.

“Ok. I’ll get the red sun lamps and the scissors.” Kara agrees, motioning to leave.

“No, no.” You stop her before she leaves. “It’s nothing you can do.”

“Kid, I’ve been cutting your hair since you were born. I can do anything.” Kara says and you raise an eyebrow at her.

“Really?” She agrees with her head. “Then why do I have the same haircut ever since I was two?”

“That’s not-” Kara starts, but Lena cuts her off.

“It’s true. You basically only trim her bangs and sometimes the tips.”

“See.” You point at Lena. “I want a different haircut. I want it to be very very short.”

“But you have such pretty hair. Why would you do that?” Kara asks, looking confused. “Next thing you’ll say is that you grew out of bangs.”

“I did grow out of bangs, but there’s not much I can do except wait for it to grow now.” You shrug. “But the hair, yeah, I want to change it.”

“But-but-but” Kara says with tears in her eyes. You look at Lena.

“You know, maybe it’s not a good idea to cut your hair, baby. Wouldn’t it be weird if both Superkid and you got a haircut at the same time?” Lena asks, you first roll your eyes as a response, then you add.

“Superkid doesn’t exist anymore. Besides, didn’t Kara Danvers and Supergirl get bangs at the same time and no one noticed, including you?”

“I’ve noticed.” Lena mumbles. “I just didn’t want to comment on it because I thought it would be impolite.”

“Telling momma she got the same haircut as Supergirl would be impolite?”

“Yeah, and that she was too old for bangs.” Lena shrugs, making Kara snap her head up and look at her.

“What?” Kara furrows her brows at Lena. “I looked great in bangs! Here’s proof!” She points at your hair, and you sigh.

“Ok, whatever. Nevermind.”

But it’s not really whatever. And you might have said nevermind to them, but you mind. You really do mind.

Vou: Hey! Can you do me a solid?

Aunt Alex: What do you need?

You: Can I meet you at the DEO?

Aunt Alex: I’m here!

It takes you a while to get there. You must say, sometimes you miss being Superkid, just because it was so much easier to move around town. Oh, and much faster than a bus.

“Hey!” Alex greets you when you walk in the DEO. “It took you a while.”

“Yeah, I flew here on a bus.”

She laughs, rolling her eyes at your very Kara-like joke. “What do you need?

“Can you cut my hair?” She looks lost at the question, so you decide to give her more information. “You know, red sun emulator and scissors?”

“Right.” Alex agrees, making her way to where the red sun lamp is kept. “Doesn’t Kara usually cut your hair?”

“Usually, yeah. But I want to change styles a little. I was thinking more like 2015 Alex and less like 2020 Kara .”

“That’s a big change. Are they ok with it?”

“Aunt Alex-” You put a hand on her shoulder. “I’m 16. I’ve saved National City a few times. I think I can choose my own hairstyle.”

“Ok, kiddo.” Alex points at the chair. “Let’s do it! I’m up for you looking more like me! And my hair in 2015 was a look.”

You sit on the chair and Alex turns the red sun lamp on, so it dampens your powers. You give her a thumbs up and an excited smile.

Forget about the fact that you’re cutting half of your hair, because you think it would make it harder for people to recognize you. Forget about the fact that you believe it could take the weight off your shoulders. If glasses had been your disguise for years now, maybe a new haircut can buy you some time before people remember about your existence.

You shouldn’t focus on that. You should focus on the excitement that change brings into a person’s life. And maybe this outside change can help you with your inside change too.

“Ok. Oh my God, I swear you look like a total badass.” Alex puts the scissor down and you look to the floor and see big chunks of your hair lost in there. Ok. You hope she’s right. “Here, look.”

Alex raises the mirror in front of your face, and you smile at yourself. Perfect. You not only look like a total badass, but somehow you also don’t look like yourself.

“It’s perfect.” You stand up from the chair, throwing your arms around her. “Thanks aunt Alex. You’re the best. I’m gonna go show Jamie.”

“Yeah, sure. I’m here for you, kiddo.”

So far the reactions to your new haircut have been:

Alex: You look like a total badass.

Kelly: Oh, wow. You look so fancy with this new hairstyle!

Jamie: Oh my God. OH MY GOD! You don’t even look like a dipshit anymore! I love it!

Maya: Uh. You-You-Uh-How-Oh God, it’s hot in here, isn’t it? Babe, you look so good it’s hard to get my words out.

And now, onto your moms reaction:

“Hey babygirl, where were y-'' Lena looks at you with incredulity in her eyes. “You cut your hair.”

“Mhm.” You walk past her, pretending it’s not a big deal. Lena holds your arm before you move away.

“Let me look at you.” She asks, and you stop, staring at her with an expectant smile. Her hands go to your hair, as she feels them on her hands, twisting a lock on her fingers, then putting it behind your ear. “You look beautiful, baby.”

“You think so?” You ask, with a bigger smile now.

“You always look beautiful.” She holds your head and kisses your forehead.

“Do you think momma will like it too?”

Lena furrows her brows. “What? Where did you get a haircut if not with Kara?” Eyes wide. “Don’t tell me you went to a hair salon.”

“No! Mom, come on. It was aunt Alex.” You give her a reassuring smile.

“Alex did this? Huh. Can’t believe I’ve been flying to Paris to have my hair cut when she can do stuff like that to one’s hair.”

“Hey love! Oh, and who’s that?” Kara asks, coming inside the house from the backyard door. You turn around to look at her with a smile. “Oh.”

Kara’s brain seems to be malfunctioning as she only stares at you saying nothing and with no other reaction. Your smile slowly fades as you wait.

“Kara? Say something!” Lena says and she finally blinks.

“Oh, you got a haircut!” Kara furrows her brows. “Who-who cut your hair?”

“Aunt Alex.”

“Huh. Ok. Well, I’ll be right back.” Kara says and she flies away. You look back at Lena.

“She hated it.” You sigh woefully. Pout, and soon, you’re bawling your eyes out in Lena’s shirt. She tries to calm you down, but you can’t be stopped. You didn’t know you needed Kara’s approval that badly.

So you make your way to your bedroom, ready to not get out of bed for a while, wrap yourself in a blanket, and keep crying into your pillow.

“Hey.” Kara shows up a few minutes later. “Why are you crying?”

“I’m not.” But you are. With your face squished against the pillow so she can’t see it.

“Can you look at me?”

“No. Go away.”

“Little one, please. I wanna show you something. Look at me, come on.” Kara asks and you turn your face slowly to look at her. You blink your eyes when you realize what it is that she wants to show you.

“You cut your hair like mine?” You sit up right away, and Kara smiles at you.

“Yes! I mean, I always wanted to cut my hair like that, but I was scared of how it would look, and then you did it. And Rao, you look so perfect! Like, kid, you legit look like a freaking rockstar. So, it would obviously look good on me too, right?” She looks so excited it’s hard to wrap your mind around it. “Right?”

“Yes! Of course! You look incredibly handsome, momma.” You say, and she lets out a relieved breath. “But what about the whole Supergirl and Kara Danvers getting the same haircut at the same time?”

“Oh.” She thinks about it for a second. “I mean, I got away with bangs. No way I won’t get away with this now.”

“I guess.” You shrug and Kara cleans your tears, with a smile.

“Go wash your face so we can take a selfie with the same haircut.”

“God, momma. No. You’re way too old for that.” You joke, and Kara shows you her tongue. But you still take a picture with her, because she does, indeed, look handsome and you want to show off your new haircut too.

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[cherryblossomflowers]

I Think It’s Time For A Change

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Daughter!Reader, Danneel Ackles x Step-Daughter!Reader

Summary: YN is tired of her super long hair and Danneel decides to take her for a haircut after school. When she gets home, Jensen sees her now short and colorful hair and freaks out. How will he handle this dramatic change in his life?

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Slight Cursing, Yelling/Fighting, Depression, Mention of Death

A/N: Here's a one-shot to celebrate my 200 followers! Thank you so much, My Cherry Blossoms. I appreciate this more than you'll ever know. A huge thanks to @mlovesstories​ for encouraging me to post my writings from the beginning. No hate on any SPN cast/character! The first picture is the “Before Haircut” and the second is the “After Haircut”. Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!

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Jensen: 35 Danneel: 34 YN: 15

One Shot

While hiding in the bathroom during her lunch period, YN removed her hood from her head. She stared at her hair that was wrapped in a bun on top of her head.

She took a breath and took out the clip from her hair, letting her long locks fall down past her shoulders to her tail bone.

YN closed her eyes for a moment before opening them and staring at her reflection in the mirror.

And tears almost instantly filled her eyes.

For as long as she could remember, she had long hair. And the only reason she had never cut it was her father.

Jensen had always and will always see YN as his little girl, his first born, his baby. And no matter how old she gets, Jensen's views of her will not change.

Which sucked as a high schooler when image was everything.

And right now, YN hated the image she saw in the mirror.

She had tried so many different hairstyles, from straightening and scrunching to braids and buns, but nothing really fit. Her hair was just too long to manage.

It surely didn't help with her shyness either. YN had been shy for the past 3 years, not really talking in school, keeping to herself, and not having friends to hang out with.

So she used her hair to hide herself during school days. She'd sit in the back of the class, not answer any questions, and not sit near anyone during lunch.

Most of the time, she'd just go into the bathroom during lunch and wait it out.

She wiped her eyes and tossed her hair back into a bun on top of her head before covering it with her hood. After one last look in the mirror, she turned and walked out of the bathroom just in time for the bell to ring for lunch to be over.

YN went on with the rest of her day and when school was over, she waited outside for Danneel. She stood by a tree in the front while other students were hanging out and talking with their friends.

A horn honking startled YN out of her thoughts. When she looked up, she saw Danneel sitting in her car and waving.

YN grabbed her backpack and walked quickly to Danneel's car. She opened the passenger door and jumped in, slamming the door behind her.

"Hey, YN. How was school?" Danneel asked.

YN shrugged, "Fine."

Danneel thought maybe she could get YN open up, "Anything to report?"

YN shook her head in response.

"Well, why don't you tell me something you learned?"

"Um, we talked about Shakespeare in English."

Danneel stayed silent, thinking YN would continue. But she didn't.

"Anything else?"

YN shook her head.

Danneel let out a long sigh, "Do you want to tell me what's on your mind? Did something happen? Is there something I can do?"

YN turned to Danneel and stared at her for a moment. Tears welled up in her eyes as she reached out and twirled Danneel's hair in her hands.

"I really like your hair. It's a good length for you," YN said fighting back tears.

Danneel was confused for a moment before it suddenly hit her, "You wish your hair was shorter, don't you?"

YN nodded as tears fell down her cheeks, "I've never had it really cut. Dad just took me to get the ends trimmed and thinned out a bit over the years. But..."

"But?"

"He won't let me have it shorter. He always says his 'baby girl' needs to stay young forever. I guess this is his way of doing that," YN explained.

Danneel smiled sadly, "Well, I happen to have an appointment at the salon to color my hair. Why don't you take it? And you can do whatever you want to your hair."

YN whipped her head up to Danneel, "Are you crazy? Dad would flip!"

"YN, you're a 15-year-old girl. At your age, my parents let me do whatever I wanted to my hair. You're old enough to make your own decisions about how you look. You're in high school. If you want to do something to your hair, just say so."

YN thought for a moment. She slowly pulled down her hood and took her bun down. Her hair fell on her shoulders and all around her.

She took a breath, "I've always wanted to have a blue and purple bob, but I couldn't ever make myself do it."

"Well then," Danneel put the car in drive, "We will go do it." -------------------- A few hours later, Jensen was setting the table for dinner for himself and his family. He had gotten a text from Danneel earlier that said YN was going with her to her appointment and they'd be back in time for dinner.

As he set the last plate down on the table, he heard the front door open.

"We're back!" Danneel yelled in the house.

Jensen smiled as he walked down the steps of the dining room and into the living room. He saw Danneel standing by the door and YN by her side.

Well, he saw Danneel's face clearly, but YN stood with her hood over her head and face.

"There are my girls. How was the salon?" Jensen asked.

Danneel smiled, "Great. She got my hair back to the way I like it. And a little something extra."

Jensen chuckled, "Extra? Oh, she styled it."

"Well, yes. But that's not what I mean," Danneel turned to YN, "Come on, show him."

YN took a deep breath and pulled the hood off her face. Danneel smiled down at her, happy to see the smile on her face.

Jensen, on the other hand, was speechless. And not in a good way.

YN ran her hands through her hair, "So, um, I told Danneel an idea I've had for the last couple years. I've always wanted to have multicolored hair and you know how badly I've wanted to cut it short."

Jensen still stood in silence. Danneel and YN waited in anticipation for him to speak.

"Well, Jay? Do you like it?" Danneel asked.

Jensen took a deep breath and closed his eyes, "Danneel can I speak with you...in private?" he whispered.

Danneel turned to YN, "Honey, why don't you go get ready for dinner? I'll come get you once-"

"No, I'll get her once we're done talking, Danneel," Jensen interrupted her.

YN looked up at her father in shock from his outburst. Jensen stared at Danneel in anger while Danneel looked frightened. YN took a step away from the two and slowly walked towards her bedroom.

Once in her room, she shut the door lightly behind her and walked straight over to her mirror. She took off her hoodie and ran her hands through her hair again.

She stared at her reflection as a smile slowly spread across her face. She couldn't remember the last time she smiled at herself.

For the first time in years, she felt pretty. She felt like herself. She felt...normal.

YN jumped and gasped in fear when a heavy knock interrupted her thoughts. She slowly walked over to the door, turned the handle, and pulled it open.

Jensen stood there with his arms crossed over his chest. And he did not look happy at all.

He walked past YN and into her bedroom, but kept his back to her, "So, do you want to explain it to me?"

YN was confused for a moment, "Explain wh-"

"Explain why in the hell you dyed your hair and chopped it all off, YN!" Jensen turned and yelled at her.

Tears formed in YN's eyes, "Y-you don't like it?"

"No. In fact I think it looks horrible. What did you do, stick your hair in a can of paint? Grab a pair of hedge trimmers and go to town on your hair?"

YN started to sob, "B-but I-"

"No, YN. You knew better. You knew not to mess with your hair."

"Danneel said-"

"Danneel is not your mother, YN. She is your step-mother. She has no say in anything with what you do or how you will look."

Anger started to flood her mind as YN took a step towards Jensen, "At least she saw that I needed to change, Dad."

"Excuse me?"

"For years now, all I've wanted to do was cut my hair, even just a trim. But you wouldn't allow it. Danneel saw how upset I was after school today and thought maybe if I just changed a little it would bring me out of my shell. And it did! It's only been like an hour since we left the salon and I can already tell my confidence has doubled!"

Jensen held a finger up at YN, "Now hold on a minute, young lady-"

"I'm not finished. You never let me change without your permission. I'm in high school now, Dad. That's already a huge change for me. I'm so scared of changing, too. And I know you don't want me to change and grow up, but I am. Change is happening, Dad. And this," YN pointed to her hair, "Needed to happen. Don't live in the past, Dad. I'm not that little girl anymore."

Jensen took a step back as tears formed in his eyes. He turned and walked over to YN's bed, sitting down on the edge. He hung his head in his hands and started to cry.

YN blinked a few times in shock as she walked over and sat down next to her father. She laid a hand on his back to comfort him.

"It's not that I didn't want you to change, YN. It's that I didn't want things to change," Jensen began, "After your mom died, it was hard to adjust to life without her. Change was so hard for me that I need to try and keep something constant. I think that's why I never allowed you to grow and change. You keeping your hair long like when you were a little girl was a constant thing that made everything okay. I didn't think I would make you miserable with it," he sighed, "I'm sorry."

YN wiped her own tears, "Dad, change has to happen in life. Or else the human race becomes crazy. Besides, you did change one thing.”

“And that is?”

“You brought Danneel into our lives. She can't replace Mom, but she really tries to make us both happy. And she knew this made me happy. She just wanted to help."

Jensen smiled, "When did you get so mature?"

"About an hour ago when I didn't have to hold my hair up to sit down in a chair," YN chuckled.

Jensen laughed with her, "Well, I do like the length of it," he stared at her hair, "But did you have to color it like this?"

YN rolled her eyes, "Didn't we just have this huge heart-to-heart with 'change' being a thing? These colors help me express myself."

"Just...don't come home with piercings or tattoos please," Jensen sighed.

"No promises on the piercings. You know, I've always wanted my navel pierced."

Jensen shook his head, "Absolutely not."

"How about my second holes in my ears?"

"That we can discuss."

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[fanfic-me-up]

Insecure s/o with short hair || Headcanons

This is a lovely request! Thank you for the awesome idea @bitweird1​

I can relate to this so hard that I wrote Midoriya’s based on my experience with a haircut that went wrong. I cried with my mom in the car for like half an hour 😂 

I hope you like it! I’m sure you look lovely with your haircut 💖

Midoriya Izuku

He’s very supportive of you changing your hairstyle! 

Will listen to you ramble as you scroll through hair inspiration pics.

“You’ll look beautiful either way, Y/N.”

He’ll take you to the salon and wait while you get your haircut. He’s the No. 1 pro-hero, but he’ll always make time for his girl. 

Oh no, did you really ask for it that short?

Your hair painfully stays put no matter how you ruffle it. 

It’s just hair, it’ll grow back. You repeat, but that doesn’t stop the lump in your throat from surfacing.

Izuku drops the magazine he’s holding to stand, his eyes roaming your face with a sense of wonder.

“Wow, Y/N, you look…”

“I know.” You look down to hide the tears welling up. It’s bad enough you hate your hair, but you can’t stand the thought of Izuku hating it too.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Izuku brushes your hair behind your ear, but it’s so short that it falls back in your face again. 

The tears threaten to fall and you don’t want to make a scene so you grab Izuku’s hand and drag him to the car.

You ramble about how bulky your head looks and how you won’t be able to style your hair anymore like you used to.

And poor Izuku looking like a confused puppy bc you look freaking gorgeous?

“Okay please slow down, babe, I have no idea what you’re talking about, it looks great!” 

“I’m bald, ‘Zuku, it doesn’t get worse than this!” 

“Would it make you feel better if I showed you the pictures my mom took when I cut and dyed my hair like All Might’s?” 

You sniffle, “…maybe”

Okay, you know you’re being over-dramatic, but it’s gonna take a while for your hair to grow back and you’re dreading the whole awkward phase where your hair is neither short nor long.

Izuku makes it his personal mission to make you feel comfortable in your own skin again. we all know this boy doesn’t know when to quit

He will put his research skills to the test, scouring the internet for ways to make your hair grow faster and different hairstyles to try.

Be prepared to experiment!

Izuku is gonna raid the pantry, combining different ingredients to make hair masks!

 If it doesn’t work, he will jot it down in his notebook dedicated to you and move on to the next combination.

Spa night will become a regular thing!

Thanks to Izuku’s big brain and hardwork, your hair grows back in no time!

But you kinda miss your short hair bc spa night was bonding time for you and Izuku.

He surprises you when he comes in with a sheet mask on his face and hands you one of your own.

Just because your hair grew back doesn’t mean spa night is over!

Todoroki Shouto

You decided to take the plunge and get a pixie cut!

All the girls compliment you when you walk in.

“Girl, you look hot!” Mina gushes.

“I’m so jealous! I wish I could pull off a pixie cut like you!” Ochako says.

You blush and thank them for their kind words.

Todoroki stops in his tracks at the sight of you.

Will he love it? Will he hate it?

“Beautiful.” 

That one word sends your heart for a loop. 

But your confidence is shattered when you and Todoroki go out the next day and two guys on the street make some rude comments.

“Which one of ya’s the dude?”

“Nah, man they’re both dudes!” 

They hold their stomachs, laughing at their sad excuse of a joke.

Your hand grips Todoroki’s tight, scared that if you let go you might have a breakdown right here in the middle of the street. He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze before setting his gaze on the two jerks. 

“Say that one more time.” 

His eyes narrow as he conjures unforgiving shards of ice from his right side.

The two guys run away in fear.

Since that incident, you feel the overwhelming urge to throw a cap on and hide the hair you were once so confident in.

You ask Todoroki when you’re checking your hair out in the mirror if he prefers you with short or long hair. 

“I prefer you.” 

Todoroki is clueless about how to address the situation. He misses your confident persona and your carefree smile.

The whole week you feel like someone’s watching you; following you to class - and you must be going crazy because you swear you see camera flashes. How creepy if someone’s taking pictures of you... 👀

You walk to your dorm after class, prepared to watch movies all weekend, when you spot a photo album sitting on your bed.

What the heck is a photo album doing on your bed?

You flip through it to find photos of you. They must’ve been taken from a distance and would explain the weird feelings and camera flashes. 

“So I wasn’t imagining it…”

You see yourself smiling with Mina and Ochako in the lounge, laughing with Kirishima and Kaminari during lunch, and you smirking when you landed the winning blow during a training exercise with Bakugou. 

“You like it?” 

You jump and turn to find Todoroki watching you intently. 

Oh thank god. You were kinda scared there was a serial killer after you.

“Um… I appreciate the gesture? But… why?”

“To show you how pretty you look.” 

Todoroki flips through the pages and shows you the different pictures, pointing out what he likes about each one.

“There’s no reason for you to be insecure, Y/N, look at you, you’re beautiful.” 

You’re touched at the effort Todoroki put into proving how much he adored you, even if the execution was a bit weird. 

“Thank you, Shouto, I… I needed this.” You wrap your hands around his neck and peck his lips.

“You’re welcome, Y/N.”

“But we do need to talk about you taking pictures of me like a stalker.” 

Todoroki cocks his head like taking pictures from a distance without your consent never occurred to him. You shake your head and smile at his cluelessness. 

You pull him down for another kiss and when he runs his fingers through your hair; it brings a smile to your lips.

Kirishima Eijirou

You’re not one to back down from a dare.

“You’re gonna regret it,” Kirishima says.

“Bet!”

Yeah… you regretted it the moment you looked in the mirror, Kaminari’s reflection looking sheepish with a pair of scissors in his hand. Tufts of hair, your hair that was just on your head a moment ago, now on the floor.

You know those scenes in movies where someone screams and each shot zooms further and further out until they’re screaming so loud it can be heard from outer space? Yeah, that’s basically what happens.

Everyone rushes down wondering who the hell got murdered in the middle of the night. 

Bakugou calls you an idiot, Midoriya gives you words of encouragement, and Aizawa-sensei is just… done. 

Kirishima will 100% help you style your hair. He knows more about hair than all your girlfriends combined. 

He even convinces you to dye your hair bc why not at this point. But you’re not sure since you’ve never dyed your hair.

“Do you trust me?”

Well, you can’t argue with that.

Oh and if anyone tries to come for you about your hair, you bet Kiri will shut that down real quick. He’s not taking shit from anyone, especially when it comes to you.

Kiri loves to leave you little notes every morning with positive quotes like “Remember to smile!” or “You can do it!” They’re cheesy, but it gives you a confidence boost needed to get through the day.

This boy knows more about dealing with one’s self-image than anyone. He will be there for you every step of the way. If you need to rant, he will listen. If you need to cry, he’ll offer his shoulder. If you need encouragement, he’ll whisper sweet nothings into your ear until you believe it.

He’ll play with your hair and you let him style your hair for fun with gel until it's spiky like his. 

It makes you realize that it’s only hair and it’ll grow back. May as well have some good laughs so you have a fun story to tell later in life 😊

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[hevansisaplaceonearth]

Fresh Clips

Idrk what this is. Sorry if it sucks

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"Samantha if I have to look at your...bro-nytail," Santana shivered as the word left her lips, "For one more second you're getting kicked out of the apartment."

"What's wrong with it?" He asked checking himself out in the reflection of the subway window.

She rolled her eyes, "It'd be easier to tell you what isn't wrong with it...which is nothing!"

Santana rested her head on his shoulder, "You're actually a hot catch sam, but this depression rut you got yourself in is really starting to bum Brittany out."

Sam sighed, playing with the end of his pony tail, "I'm not depressed Santana,  just a little bummed. I really thought I'd get that modeling job"

"Yea, well you're definitely not getting any gigs with that hairstyle, which is why you're getting a fresh new cut, something that doesnt make you look like you've been crawling around in a dumpster."

"Thanks, you really do have a way with words Santana."

She gave him her signature 'what can I say' shrug.

"Are you sure we cant wait until next week or something?" Sam asked as the two of them stood outside the hair salon.

Santana groaned, "It's next week now, but next week it'll be next month! No sam we're doing this now," she pushed him towards the door with impatience.

"I'll be right there!" They heard a silken voice call as the bell above the door jingled.

It was a small shop, the mom and pop type, but Santana had done her research and this was the highest rated in a one hundred mile radius.

The place was empty, except for the owner of the voice that could not be seen; probably somewhere around the corner. It seemed business was slow, the place was spotless, the two empty salon seats empty.

"Sorry! Sorry!" The male spoke in an apologetic frantic manner, fixing his black salon apron around his waist.

"I dont usually get walk-ins, and it's usually not just me, my friend Rachel...nevermind sorry. Come, sit." He smiled, patting the black leather of the salon chair.

Sam was speechless as he gazed back at the barber. He was breath taking.

Like no man sam had ever seen; he had the skin of an angel or a porcelain doll. Eyes of aquamarine that gleamed in the harsh fluorescence. Dark brown hair perfectly manicured with a subtle, perfect,  accent of blonde.

"Earth to Samantha." Santana gave Sam a small shove with her shoulder.

"It's just...it's just Sam" he spoke as he walked over to the salon seat.

"I'm Kurt, the salon owner smiled, "I haven't seen either of you in here before." He made conversation as he wrapped a salon cape around Sam.

Sam watched Kurt through the reflection of the mirror, he seemed so elegant in his movement, making even the minor action of draping a salon cape seem like that of a superhero.

"I was just looking for a change, New York really is a dog eat dog world." Sam tried not to sound melodramatic, though he still wasnt sure he'd ever find a modeling gig, even with his soon to be new look.

Kurt nodded, "She is cruel, but I love her. When you finally get what you've been working towards it really makes you say 'fuck you world'". Kurt laughed, and in turn that made sam laugh; Santana making a fake gagging sound.

"What hairstyle are we going for today?" Kurt asked looking between Sam and Santana.

Santana shrugged,  "Anything that doesn't make him look like a shaggy dog would be preferable."

Kurt bit his lip, nodding slowly.

He released Sam's hair from its pony tail then walked around the chair, taking a closer look at his client.

Sam couldn't help but take in a sharp breath, Kurt was even more handsome and endearing up close.

"I have a few references that I think would fit you, Sam." Kurt pulled out his phone, "They'd go well with your facial structure-"

"And his pouty trouty lips" Santana made a puckering sound.

Kurt rolled his eyes, but could tell it was just playful banter between two friends.

"Yes...a hairstyle that will accent the luscious form of your lips. Here look" kurt offered  sam the phone, scrolling through several images until they settled on one.

"How does it look" kurt smiled as he turned Sam back towards the mirror, giving him full view of his new haircut.

Sam's eyes went wide, standing up to get a closer look at himself, "I look handsome."

"A hair cut doesn't make you handsome, this isn't a disney movie, you were handsome before. Just needed a little touch up," Kurt cleared his thoat "But I'll take that as you're pleased with your new look"

Sam ruffled his newly shortened hair, "I look like me again"

"Yea I guess I cant call you Samantha anymore, now let's find you a modeling gig so I never have to see that ponytail again" Santana walked over to sam, checking out his fresh cut. "How much is it?" She asked.

"You don't have to pay!" Sam was quick to say.

"Call it an investment in your future or whatever."

Kurt dug around in his apron pocket, "Here, me and a few up and coming fashion designers are trying to get a show together, send me a few images from your portfolio and I'll see what I can do"

Sam was speechless, mouth open in shock, Kurt had all the look and bravado of a New Yorker, but none of the attitude and self obsession.

"It's nothing really, you'd be helping me too. Models aren't really rushing to sign up for shows run by small fashion agencies." Kurt added, noting Sam's hesitation.

Santana took the card that was being offered, "Sorry, I promise usually he's a lot better with words"

Sam shook his head, "Dude this is amazing! Thank you so much!" He wrapped his arms around kurt in an embrace, pulling away almost instantly, "sorry, sorry I didnt-"

"No need to apologize," kurt held his hand up to stop any further words from leaving Sam's mouth, "just promise me you'll send in some of your work. I'd love to see them"

Sam smiled, lips spread into an uncontrollable grin,"I can't wait."

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[nerdyfangirl67]

Supposed to Be Easy - Criminal Minds Reader Insert

Pairing: Tony DiNozzo x reader, Spencer Reid x reader

Warning: language, angry!Spencer, brief moment of cheating

Word count: 1700

Requested:  @that-damn-clown-movie​

A/N: I hope this is what you were looking for darling! This story is a continuation of the Everywhere But On one-shot. It can be read as a stand-alone as well. A beautifully tragic moment for both NCIS and Criminal Minds fans. Guys, I don’t like the ending very much but was struggling to end it with either one or another character. As always, requests are open!

Six months, that’s how long it took for your life to completely change.  

You had become an established member of the white-collar crimes task force and had helped in the apprehension of major fraud criminals, famous art thieves, and bank robbers. You had been such an asset to your new team, with your background from various different FBI units, that you were being fast-tracked to become the next unit chief.

You had become a mom, not to a child, but to a stray cat that had wandered into your apartment through a window you had left cracked open by the fire escape after a near oven fire during a frigid, fall day. The next morning you had taken the cat to the vet for a microchip check, as well as a health check, and after finding nothing, you had not so reluctantly brought him home with you. The cat had come in and never left, quickly becoming attached to you, and you to him.

You had moved out of your crappy, three-room (the room count of which included the kitchen and bathroom) apartment into a posh, chic apartment that felt more like a house than an apartment. It was clean, the building manager was prompt with answering service calls, and the kind lady next door checked on your cat, whom you called Agent (for obvious reasons), and baked you sweets.

You had gotten a completely new hairstyle, one you’d been wanting for months but you’d been too scared and stuck in your look (because changing it meant leaving behind a part of you that was connected to Spencer, the love of your life). After much deliberation and a few mimosas, you’d booked the salon appointment for the next day and had forced yourself to go through with it. You were glad you had because you loved it.

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And on this particular day, a late Friday evening in the dead of winter, you were enjoying the fact that you had the weekend off by curling up on the couch in your favorite pajamas, wrapped in your warmest blanket, a mug of (possibly spiked) hot chocolate on the coffee table in front of you as you binge-watch your favorite TV show. Despite knowing you should have been to bed over an hour ago, you couldn’t bring yourself to be anything but content.

A knock on the door bursts the peaceful bubble you had built around yourself. You let out a soft groan of displeasure, knowing a visitor at this hour would only mean trouble. You heave out a frustrated sigh before climbing out of your warm cocoon on the couch.

As an FBI agent, you should have thought to look through the peephole on the door, but you didn’t. Instead, you pick up your standard-issue from where you keep it up on the coat rack, pull it out of its holster, and while holding it in one hand, use the other to open the door. Out of all the possibilities that had started circling around in your head since the knock, this was not one of them.

You were so surprised by him arriving at your door, that you hadn’t realized the grip on your gun had loosened, sending it clattering to the floor. After jolting you out of your stupor, you pick up your weapon, reholster it and place it back where it belongs. You grab his wrist, knowing if you twined your fingers with his you would lose your resolve, and pull him back out into the hallway, leaving the door open just a crack behind you.

“Spencer.” You say, hating the way your voice cracks and makes you sound, just as much as feel, vulnerable. You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, hoping to either calm your now frayed nerves or make this horribly painful and confusing mirage go away. Upon reopening your eyes, you know that you succeeded in doing neither of those things. So instead you focus your attention on the man in front of you.

His slender, lanky figure feels smaller somehow, almost as if he has decreased in height, which you know isn’t right. His shoulders are hunched together as he unconsciously leans his body towards you. The next thing that catches your eyes is the way the material of his button-down dress shirt strains slightly across his chest and over his arms, in a way you hadn’t ever seen. His hair is just as unruly as it always is, and regardless of you wanting to card your fingers through it, it isn’t what was keeping your attention from what he was saying. Your eyes were currently fixated on the scruff that covered the lower half of his face.

You had never seen Spencer Reid with anything more than a five o’clock shadow and the very obvious beard on his face now was making it hard for you to concentrate. And being the genius that he was, he could tell that you hadn’t heard a word of what he said. He halted his talking, for how long you weren’t sure, because after what felt like hours, you finally realize that the low hum of Spencer’s voice in the background had stopped. Your intense scan of his appearance abruptly stops as you lift your eyes to connect with his.

Still, he was silent. Pent up feelings of frustration, hurt, rejection, and sorrow come to the surface as you snap at him. “What do you want Spencer? You said all you needed to say all those months ago.”

“I thought I did too. But after not being able to see you every day or talk to you like we used to, I realized that what I said didn’t match what I felt.” His voice is filled with something akin to guilt.

You clench your teeth together to prevent yourself from spitting out a few choice words, followed by a long buried truth. You chose to instead ignore his words and asked him the question that’s been running around in your head.

“How did you find me? I explicitly asked Garcia to not tell you.” As much as you loved your friend, she did have a knack for spilling secrets if she deemed it was for the ‘greater good.’

His face fell at your blatant neglect of his words before he answers, “Garcia didn’t tell me. After I went to your apartment and, after a few midnight visits found you weren’t there, I begged Garcia to tell me. When she wouldn’t I desperately tried to run into you at work. Finally though I went to HR and made something up so they’d tell me.”

Your heart squeezes painfully as you hear the despair and hopelessness in his voice. Again, you don’t answer because you know your facade would crumble if you did.

“Well if that’s all you came to say, I think it’s time for you to go. I am not in the mood to have the ‘friends but also I love you’ conversation with you Spencer. Now if you’ll excuse me.” You turn back towards your door, a hand on the knob when his voice stops you.

“We weren’t meant to just be friends and you fucking know that.” His voice is deeper and louder now, and you know you got under his skin. You don’t turn because you know if you do, you’d be in his arms before you could stop yourself.

“Look at me Y/N and tell me you don’t feel the same and I’ll go. I’ll leave you alone but I need to know if you do.” A hand on your waist has you spinning around into his chest. You move to shove away from him and suddenly his lips are on yours, kissing you passionately and fast. And not only are you enjoying it, a lot actually, but you’re kissing him back, just as intensely.

You can’t keep track of your hands, as they are rapidly roaming his body. Fingers through his hair, which is just as you remember, a hand on his chest, which is far more defined than you thought, a palm dragging over his beard, tickling your hand in the process.

You pull back when your need for air takes over your thoughts. His eyes are blazing, but with something other than anger, as he stares at you.

“Why didn’t you do that months ago?” You question brokenly, your heart pounding hard in your chest.

His eyes search yours as he runs a gentle thumb over your cheek. “I wish I had.” His words have tears collecting in your eyes, which you roughly brush away as you step back. You had to clear your head because the way this “conversation” was going, you knew it could become something more if you let it.

“I-I...I can’t do this Spencer. I lived a life that was so entwined with yours, I couldn’t see where mine ended and yours began. I’ve finally made a life that doesn’t focus on you and here you are, wanting in.” You answer, your voice cracking as you stare at your feet.

Neither of you say anything for a while before you lift your eyes to his. He is staring directly at you, a sea of emotions swirling in his hazy brown-green eyes. A few you can name, disappointment and love, but also a few you couldn’t.

The spell is broken when a voice sounds from deep inside your apartment, causing the two of you to rip away from each other's gaze. “Doll, where are you? You said you were going to come to bed an hour ago and I need you in my arms.” The voice of the man you’d come to love, albeit in a way entirely different than the way you loved the man in front of you, calls out to you.

You give Spencer a small shove, pushing him out of your doorway. “That’s Tony. You have to go Spencer.” Another hand pushes him away, although it lingers slightly as you release him. You return to the apartment, closing the door behind you. You didn’t know if that was the last time you’d see Spencer, causing your heart to squeeze tightly.

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[mirakcis]

Get to know me

Thanks for the tag @ketnep :)

tagging @magniloquent-raven @referencedyke @dramatizationandplottwists @ravens-nest and anyone else who feels like it :)

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1. What is the color of your hairbrush? Burgundy

2. Name a food you never eat: Olives (I’m a bad greek)

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold? Too Warm

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago? Eating Dinner

5. What’s your favorite candy bar? Reese Cups

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports game? Several on band trips that I can’t remember but I’ve been to see the Celtics, Toronto Maple Leafs and Blue Jays, and I’ve been to Fenway Park

7. What is the last thing you said out loud? "yeah, ok” (parent nagging lol)

8. What is your favorite ice cream? Mint Chocolate Chip

9. What was the last thing you had to drink? Diet Coke

10. Do you like your wallet? sure, its not ideal but its the smallest one I could find

11. What is the last thing you ate? "taco” bowl - beef, rice, peppers, tomato

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? Not last weekend but my PUP merchandise from their livestream show just arrived yesterday

13. What’s the last sporting event you watched? Honestly I’m not a sports person

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn? just popcorn with a fuckload of butter on it, or white cheddar smartfood

15. Who is the last person you sent a text to? @tjhammond

16. Ever been camping? Yeah, we picked the worst wettest weekend for it and my family never wanted to go again

17. Do you take vitamins? no but I was on T for 4 years, i take daily antihistamines, nasal anti-allergy, and an inhaler, and sleep meds lmao

18. Do you regularly attend a place of worship? nah

19. Do you have a tan? no, its end of october and I barely got any sun this summer thanks to the ~PANDEMIIIIIC~

20. Do you prefer Chinese or pizza? Pizza 100%. Chinese is good but I’ll just eat 10 chicken balls and hate myself after lol

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw? not if i can help it

22. What color of socks do you usually wear? black. i have some fun ones but mostly black

23. Do you ever drive over speed limit? legally, no. But most people go AT LEAST 140 on most Toronto highways because they’re lunatics. Remember when it was crazy to go 120?

24. What terrifies you? Terrifies? Wasting my life away. Mildly scary - spiders.

25. Look to your left. What do you see? darkness out the window.

26. What chore do you hate the most? dusting

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? Chris Hemsworth

28. What’s your favorite soda? Diet Coke

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? Usually I would go in to force myself to take a break but with COVID I usually do drive thru or even like Uber/Skip/etc

30. What’s your favorite number? 56 is the family lucky/omen number so i’m obligated

31. Who’s the last person you talked to? my mom, if my cat doesn’t count

32. Favorite meat? just a big fucking hunk of fatty rare beef. or sushi grade salmon

33. Last song you listened to? presently listening to a random spotify playlist so whats currently playing is High Enough by K. Flay

34. Last book you read? remember when it was fun to read books??? wild. I think it was I Shall Wear Midnight by Terry Pratchett (thanks @magniloquent-raven - i STILL have to get the motivation to read The Shepherd’s Crown, which I borrowed from them EASILY over a year ago >.>)

35. Favorite day of the week? Saturday, because I’m unemployed and days dont matter

36. Can you say the alphabet backwards? no

37. How do you like your coffee? I don’t drink coffee - i love the smell but hate the taste. Only way i really tolerate it right now is a Java chip frap from Starbucks

38. Favorite pair of shoes? my black vans that are falling apart and I need to replace >.>

39. Time you normally get up? 10ish now that i’m not working. 

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunset? Sunrise if I live in a place with a lot of light. Sun gets me motivated.

41. How many blankets do you have on your bed? one right now, but when it gets colder I usually have at least 2

42. Describe your kitchen plates: i live with my parents rn so theirs are like. white in the center with some weird geometric red green blue yellow on the rims. They also have fancy plates that are all white squares, and old dishes that are all over the place.

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment: parents kitchen. cleaned as spotless as possible. they got it redone a few years ago now and it has some gorgeous dark grey stone countertops that I love.

44. Do you have favorite alcoholic drink? I’ve been sober since January with a brief episode in March, but when I used to drink I was a bit of a Beer person - preferred craft Pilsners and Lagers and the light stuff

45. Do you play cards? Dutch Blitz? Its a specific card game with its own decks that I love....or solitaire but only on my phone

46. What color is your car? dont have a car of my own but I drive my dads a lot and its blue

47. Can you change a tire? I really should know how to but hey...

48. Your favorite state or province? British Columbia. I was born there and we used to visit family there twice a year. Whenever I smell the air getting off the plane it just hits differently. I’ve decided I’m going to die there. No idea whats up between now and then tho.

49. Favorite job you’ve had? Hairstyling at the last salon i was at was pretty great but we’re not gonna talk about that rn.

#long post #personal #text post

[clarketomylexa]

trick or treat

Clarke usually likes to keep an orderly household. 

She thinks Lexa has rubbed off on her in that way, which is good because they’ve been together for six years now and out of any habit she could have picked up, she’s glad it’s the one that makes their household a little tidier come back-to-school season. 

Halloween tends to get away from her though.

read on ao3

It feels like they’ve just gotten back into a routine after the craziness of summer vacation — the juggling shifts to eke out three uninterrupted weeks with the girls and drowning in Hobby Lobby craft projects to keep morale high through August — and here they are now, already fighting with witches hats pink tulle.

She’s still finding pumpkin stains on the table runner in the dining room despite putting newspaper down when they carved and they’ve pulled three all-nighters this week alone trying to finish costumes that were decided upon at the very last minute.

Next year, Clarke is going to introduce an ‘all costume requests have to be submitted by May’ policy, if only to salvage her own sanity.

She picks a tuft of beige fluff up off the carpet, flicking it into the wicker waste-basket. At least it’s already the night of; tomorrow the pumpkin carving and costume stress that has been hanging over her for the past month will be over.

(She wonders if she can get out of hosting Thanksgiving this year).

Crossing the room, she leans against the ensuite door, pursing her lips against the smell of hairspray and hot hair. Lexa doesn’t see her immediately — if she had, Clarke is sure she costume would have rendered more of a reaction — but she’s happy to escape the craziness of downstairs for a moment to watch her fiancée wrap a lock of blond hair around the barrel of the curling iron.

“Remember to listen to Katie’s Mom tonight, OK?”

“OK,” the nine-year-old poised on the vanity nods — a tiny dip of her head so as not to jostle the way her ringlets have been arranged in their ponytail — but doesn’t take her eyes off the iPad sitting in the nest of red fabric in her lap.

(The sight reminds Clarke to change the password again. She thinks having it as her birthday — the same as the alarm code and the HBO PIN — is making it too easy for little hands to sneak extra screen time when they aren’t looking).

A moment passes and Lexa allows the coil of hair to slide off the barrel of the iron, spritzing it with hairspray before arranging it next to the rest. She picks up the red ribbon sitting on the vanity and tucks it nimbly through the elastic keeping Andy’s ponytail in place and Clarke really shouldn’t be surprised by the ease in which she does it — six years worth of recital hairstyling has meant that there is nothing Lexa can’t do with her hands.

“We should rename it Salon de Lexa up here,” she grins when Lexa looks up, gesturing to the curling iron, bobby-pins and elastics littered across the vanity. Usually, it’s cleaner than it is now — even with three girls’ hair to do in the mornings — but usually, Lexa isn't curling ringlets into Sandy Olsen’s hair.

Lexa’s eyes widen slightly, fingers tight around the bow in Andy’s hair as they drop to Clarke’s bare midriff and the red and navy polyester of her costume before she composes herself and lifts Andy off the vanity.

“Only if I’m being tipped,” she wagers, grinning at Andy who looks at herself in the mirror, twisting this way and that to see the way her hair looks — perfect of course, thanks to Lexa’s careful styling.

The red, felt ‘R’ for Rydell High sits brightly against the white of her jersey, her red peter pan collar folded over the top true to the movie they spent an hour and a half scrubbing through for reference when Andy told them she wanted to be Sandy for Halloween this year — pre-makeover Sandy for course, Katie would be the one wearing the black cat-suit and Clarke has to admit she’s glad her child won’t be the one wandering around the neighbourhood in skin-tight pants tonight — and Clarke may be biased but she’s pretty sure Andy is the sweetest Sandy Olsen she’s ever seen.  

“Go downstairs and get Tía to write Mom’s phone number on your arm, Dee,” instructs once Andy looks satisfied.

“Mom!” Andy squeaks in protest — it totally isn’t cool to have your Mom write her phone number on your arm when you’re nine-years-old — but Clarke stands firm. They’ve talked about this. This year is the first they’ve deemed her old enough to go trick or treating by herself — with adult supervision of course — but their decision came with stipulations.

“It’s that or you can go trick or treating with Tía and Aunty O."

Andy frowns at that; the gears in her head whirring. She’s taller than she was six years ago, her hair is longer and her face is thinner — her baby fat lost to gymnastics and elementary school beep tests — and she only has three baby teeth left but Clarke thinks she’s finally beginning to understand her Mom a little better when she tells Clarke she’ll always be her baby. Even with an actual baby in the house, Andy never stopped being three-years-old to her.

“Fine,” she says eventually, her frown still intact as she folds the cover over the iPad, telling Lexa ‘thank you Mom’ before slinking downstairs.

Once she’s gone, Clarke fits her arms around Lexa’s neck, letting her hands wander over the hick material of her costume.

It’s a jumpsuit — complete with sponsor patches gravel burns — that Raven sourced from her friend who races stock cars and Lexa smells sharp because of it, like grease and car exhaust. Even though there's absolutely no skin on show, Clarke thinks it’s the sexiest visual she’s ever seen.

Their costumes aren’t matching — they aren’t even close. Raven suggested Clarke be the pit crew to Lexa’s Nascar driver but they’re so worn into each other now that Clarke doesn’t think matching matters. They could be dressed as Morticia Adams and Miss America and it would still be clear they are a set. Besides, Clarke worked hard to get back into shape after she had the baby; she thinks she looks better now than she did before she got pregnant, so what if she wants to wear a midriff top and relive her high school years?

She can see Lexa in every dip and curve of her body and the way her own fingers fit neatly between the vertebra of Lexa’s spine, and how, instead of being two separate people they come as a single entity now: more Clarke-and-Lexa than Clarke and Lexa.

“Remind me to thank Raven later,” she grins, sifting her hair through Lexa’s dark ponytail where it’s looped through the back of her baseball cap.

“Remind me to thank whoever suggested this,” Lexa replies, gesturing to the cheerleading uniform Clarke has on. The skirt is tight, with two slits up the side and the top — form-fitting with a scoop neckline and a racer back — ends at the bottom of her ribs, emblazoned across the front with a fake team name in red, felt font.

“That would be me.”

Lexa’s lips quiver; a smirk hides in the top corner like Wendy Darling’s kiss.

Clarke tips her head in anticipation, fingers anchoring themselves in Lexa’s ponytail and —

“Katie’s here!”

Groaning at the intrusion, she tips her head into Lexa’s chest.

“Raincheck?” Lexa smiles, hands finding the bare strip of skin above the waistband of Clarke’s skirt and wiggling her eyebrows.

(Suddenly, her late-night Etsy order is the best idea she’s ever had).

//

When they descend from their Eden, it’s to a house in chaos.

Clarke focuses on what she can do first: taking the candy bowl from where it sits on the bench by the door and greeting the gaggle of seven-year-olds on the doorstep, taking Fish by the collar back into the house when the dog gets under her feet.

Katie, her Mom and three other girls, all dressed as characters from Grease with coiffed hair and pink, satin bomber jackets are standing by the gate — it’s sweet, Clarke thinks, that Andy is old enough now to coordinate costumes with her friends, even if it means their years of planning family costumes are over — and she waves at them to let them know Andy will be about in a minute.

“Got your pillowcase?” she asks when the girl in question appears behind her.

Andy brandishes her patterned pillowcase in her fist.

“Be back by eight-thirty, OK?”

“Mhm!” Andy nods vehemently.

“OK,” Clarke relents, kneeling down. She can’t stall anymore, she has to come to terms with the fact that her little girl is growing up — it just sucks that her growing up has to include missing out on one of her favourite traditions. “Gimme a kiss.”

Clarke watches Andy skip off once she complies, waiting until the blond has looped her arm through Katie’s with an infectious grin before turning away from the door. They’ve already organised for Katie’s Mom to send her any photos she takes tonight and both her and Lexa have the woman’s phone number from PTA meetings and carpool rosters.

The rational part of her isn’t worried at all.

“One down, two to go,” she says as she walks back into the kitchen.

It’s warm and decorated, just like every other inch of the house, with cardboard bats Blu-Tacked to the walls, fake spider webs and black, white and orange bead garlands hung from the mirrors and paintings in the dining room. A tray of Rice-Krispy ghosts — a festive afternoon activity — sits abandoned on the stove-top and the kids’ dinner dishes are stacked in the sink.

Lexa smiles from a stool by the kitchen counter, their five-year-old — petite, dark-haired and officially theirs as of two years ago when they signed the adoption certificate — in her lap as she fiddles with the strap of a black Mary Jane.

In the living room, Octavia and Lincoln corral their own two kids without much help from either Raven — who is far too interested in Clarke and Lexa’s youngest — or Anya who watches Raven bounce the two-year-old on her hip with a sweet, fond look Clarke has only seen on her face once or twice.

(Clarke thinks Anya has baby fever — not that she would ever admit it to Raven).

“What d’you think, Cee?” Lexa asks, lifting Charlotte off of her lap.

She picks the copy of Madeline and the Cats of Rome up off the kitchen counter and flicks to a page of illustrations, holding it out beside Charlotte for comparison.

“It’s beau-ti-ful,” Charlotte, sounding out each syllable as she twirls. Her dress — the product of Lexa’s handiwork — flares out at the waist above the tops of her white knee socks and Clarke melts, soothing a hand over the ribbons hanging from the brim of her straw hat.

She remembers when Charlotte first came to them — how quiet and unsure she had been — and can hardly reconcile that girl to the one standing in front of her now.

“Alright,” Octavia declares, hustling her three-year-old towards them. “Are we ready to go?” She winds her fingers through her son’s dark, spiral curls.

Murmurs of assent go up around the room and Clarke sends Charlotte upstairs to get a pillowcase for Octavia’s daughter and herself — they swore off buckets last year after the flimsy plastic of Andy’s pumpkin split straight down the sides, resulting in lost candy and tears — and takes AJ from Raven, pressing her nose into the soft terry cloth of her two-year-old’s costume.

They dressed her up properly this year as opposed to just novelty onesies. She hadn’t given them much in the way of what she wanted to be when they asked — ‘she’s two’ Lexa reasoned after an unsuccessful planning session, ‘I don’t know what we expected’ — but Clarke suggested Max from Where The Wild Things Are after her sixth re-read of the story and a last-minute dash to Jo-Ann’s Fabrics, the costume had come out better than she thought it would.

She stands on the porch with them, little arms wrapped snugly around the plastic candy bowl as they watch Octavia, Raven, Lincoln, Anya and the kids disappear down the sidewalk towards the neighbours’ houses, Charlotte and Octavia's daughter Ella holding hands between them.

They’d take her trick or treating next year, they decided. At this point getting AJ to walk more than two aisles through the grocery store is a battle — she has both of them wrapped around her little finger as far as carrying her is concerned — so it would be pointless to take her out now. They have plenty of candy anyway, and no doubt Andy and Charlotte will come back with more than enough to share.

(Candy tax is the best part of Halloween and being a parent and Clarke will go to the grave arguing her point).

//

An hour and a half into handing out candy AJ falls asleep on Clarke.

They pulled the folding deck chairs with their pinstripe canvas to match the outdoor tablecloth onto the front porch to sit on and Clarke reaches a leg out to tap Lexa with a sneakered foot, indicating to the sleeping two-year-old with a smile.

It’s dark now; the Jack-O-Lantern cast soft, flickering shadows across the yard and across the street the Petersons’ windows are open so that the Halloween playlist blasting out of their living room can be heard by the whole street — even over the squeals of sugared-up children. Clarke thinks she’s heard the Kidz Bop rendition of Monster Mash more times in the last hour than she ever wanted to her in her life but AJ seemed to like it because her eyes started drooping as soon as it began playing

(Clarke makes a mental note of it; filing the song away between Taylor Swift and Tchaikovsky on the list of things that send her youngest to sleep).

“We got the easy one,” she whispers, reaching up to slide her pinky finger under AJ’s curled fist and watching her lashes flutter in retaliation — tiny, blond and perfect. She has Lexa’s pout; this gentle pucker of her lips as she sleeps that lodged itself between Clarke's ribs — right next to her heart — as soon as she saw it. The perfect combination of them, even if it was with the help of a donor.

“Do you want me to put her to bed?” Lexa asks, shaking the candy bowl slightly. They’re still getting trick or treaters — it isn’t late enough for the crowds to start dwindling — but they’re mostly older kids now and they have enough candy to leave the bowl unsupervised.

“Yeah,” Clarke nods, easing AJ off her chest and into Lexa’s arms when she stands up, limbs soft like a rag-doll as she settles against Lexa’s shoulder, her cardboard crown wilting.

They put the bowl on the lawn chair and shut the door, leaving the porch light on and Clarke leans over the banister to kiss Lexa in parting on her way through to the kitchen to fetch the baby monitor from its cradle, flicking it on in time to hear AJ fussing. Lexa’s voice comes next, low and sweet as she coos and talks.

Fifteen minutes later, she reappears downstairs triumphant: it’s the fastest AJ has gone down in three months.

“What’s the time?” Clarke grins, stepping over to meet her, baby monitor in hand as she slides her arms around Lexa’s neck.

“Eight-oh-six,” Lexa whispers, checking the kitchen clock over her shoulder.

“We have twenty minutes,” Clarke leans in gleefully, suddenly frenzied and desperate in the way she’s kissing.

Lexa tastes like Sour Lifesavers and Reese’s Pieces when she stops long enough to consider, her cheeks are flushed Clarke can think of a million different reasons why Halloween is the best holiday — hello sexy costumes and the kids crashing shortly after their sugar highs — but at the moment, nothing can top the taste of Lexa and the feel of her beneath Clarke’s fingers. It’s addictive.

“I’ve always wanted to date a cheerleader,” Lexa whispers, thready and out of breath as she plucks at the ribbons in Clarke’s hair — red and navy to match her outfit — until the knot gives. When it does her fingers find Clarke’s loosened ponytail.

“If you’re lucky we can have our own half-time show,” Clarke hums, working her fingers under the Velcro collar of Lexa’s jumpsuit, pulling until it gives way with a tear and her neck is visible.

The back towards the staircase — the blinds are open in the living room and the kitchen and Clarke isn’t about to give any nosey teenagers a peep show — an intricate dance, matching each other's movements tit-for-tat until the edge of the banister digs until Clarke’s back and she hisses into Lexa’s mouth.

“Sorry,” Lexa winces.

Clarke shakes her head. “No time,” she mumbles, cold fingers finding Lexa’s jaw and directing her gaze away from the bruise forming above the waistband of her skirt as they stumble up the staircase, Lexa’s jumpsuit hanging open at the neck until —

“Mommies I go three full-sized Snickers'!”

The crack of the door is like a gunshot that well and truly kills the mood and Clarke whines.

“Come on!”

#clextober19 #clexa fic #clexa family #domestic clexa #clarke griffin #lexa #it's not even october anymore #better late than never

[transgenderteensurvivalguide]

help! urgent! this is a serious cry for help, my mom has blocked basically every website on my phone including yours, i recently came out to her and she is very unsupportive. makes me dress extra fem and won’t even let me trim my hair. when i see a female with shorter hair in public i’ll always say “oo i love her hair” and my mom just says no. my dysphoria has been very bad recently and i was wondering if you had any tips to help me, but without links as i cant visit any websites including yours

Kii says:

Here are two posts from our transmasculine resources, but I linked to reblogs of them, so my personal blog is the origin site, not TTSG.

Lee says:

Since you said “i cant visit any websites including yours” it’s probably easier if I just copy the text of the posts here bc I’m assuming there’s a chance that reblogging our post to Kii’s blog might not get around the block if she’s blocked all Tumblr urls and not just our blog specifically. 

You may be able to see our blog if you go to the public library and use one of their computers, but here it is in case you can’t

We get a lot of questions asking how to get short hair, so I’ve gathered some info that may help you in your quest to chop off your long hair and finally be free!

Take baby steps:

First cut it to just below shoulder length, then after a month or two to chin length.

After a month or two of that, say it’s inconvenient because you can’t tie it back with a hairband because it’s in-between long and short and you’ve been enjoying having less hair to deal with and get a feminine “pixie cut”.

Then just progressively got it cut shorter and shorter each time you go for a haircut.

Reasons and excuses to convince your parents to let you get it cut:

Short hair is easier to maintain and take care of! If you’re disabled or mentally ill this is a real bonus to having short hair.

Other ‘girls’ you know have short hair (if you’re closeted). If any of your friends who are girls (or who your parents think are girls) have short hair, point them out to your parents.

Celebrities who are women/girls have short hair. Find pictures of the celebrities that have short hair in the style that you want and ask your parents to get that haircut.

It’s hot out in the summer and short hair would keep you cool and or/ exercising makes your head/hair gross/sweaty.

You want to try the style for the summer and “grow it back if you don’t like it” (ie pretend the summer is a trial run and if you don’t like it you can start growing it back for school).

You want to swim/do sports and short hair would keep it out of your face. You could claim short hair will make you faster under a swim cap because you won’t have the bun and the weight or that it’s hard to keep all your hair inside the cap.

It looks cute/pretty and is fashionable and you want to try a change of hairstyle.

You’re tired of dealing with having long hair as it always gets stuck to/in things.

You want to keep it out of your face/or stop it from touching your face. If you have sensory issues, you could say it’s related to that.

It’ll make your showers quicker which is good for the environment, and you’ll use less hair product and it’ll save you time getting ready in the morning.

If you have OCD or trich, you could say you want it shorter so you won’t pull at your hair as often or you think it’d help reduce the urge to pull at your hair.

You have gum/glue in your hair. Stick some gum or glue in your hair, a bit closer to the end than you want the length to be when it’s cut. Say that it was done by accident (maybe you fell asleep chewing it) and then hopefully you can get it cut or have an excuse to cut it yourself.

You could say you’re experimenting, or it’s just part of being a “Rebellious teenager” if you think they’d allow it to happen if it’s part of a so-called phase and not permanent.

You think you’d look better with short hair/you think you’d be happier and more comfortable with short hair.

Short hair will help you pass better which can be important for your mental health and physical safety, and if you change your mind you can always let it grow out again.

It doesn’t matter what kind of face you have, anyone can rock short hair. The majority of cis guys have short hair. So does that mean every single one has the same type of face? Nah! Some of them must have round faces too. Nobody says anything about having the right shape of face to them, they just get their hair cut short automatically. Sure, some haircuts may be more flattering than others, but short hair can look good on anybody.

Say you’ll pay for the haircut yourself, and you’re X years old now and your body and your hair is your own responsibility, and nobody can make choices on what you want to do with your own body for you.

“I’m growing up and I think I should be able to decide how my hair is cut and styled. I think I can handle the responsibility of making my own decisions about my appearance.

Say you want to donate your hair to an organization like Wigs for Kids or something, and they prefer longer lengths of hair to make longer hair wigs for the kids, and you’re willing to have your hair cut short for a good cause and you’ve been thinking of trying a new style anyway

Act now and ask for forgiveness later:

You could cut your hair sort of short with a pair of scissors, like I did, just a few inches longer than you’d like it to end up. If you watch YouTube tutorials on how to cut hair, it might go better. Or ask a friend for their help.

Then go to the barber shop or hair salon if it didn’t turn out satisfactory (get a ride from a friend, bike, uber, lyft, or walk) and say you usually have short hair but you didn’t get it cut for a while so you let a friend cut it on a dare and now it’s messed up so you need a trim to fix it.

You can show the barber/person cutting your hair a picture of what you want it to look like, and say it usually looks like that.

You will need to have money to pay for your haircut, so check out the How to save money post.

You also should be confident that your parents will not hurt you when they found out you’ve cut it short. But once you’ve cut it short, they can’t magically make it long again so if they won’t react dangerously, it’s worth a try if you can’t convince them.

Helpful links:

Short Haircuts and the Barber Shop

Pos and cons of cutting your hair yourself

A website you can look at hairstyles on

Look at people’s hairstyles on trans selfie blogs for ideas

Gender neutral hairstyles

Get the Perfect Haircut: How to Talk to Your Barber

How to speak hairdresser

Best haircut hairstyle tips

FTM Hairstyle Guide: Tips and Inspiration

Four Great Haircuts for Trans Masc/FTMs

Haircut anxiety

Hair tattoo designs

Anything with one side shaved like this is popular in the lgbt community

15 Best Black Man Haircuts / 27 Hairstyles For Black Men / 22 Haircuts for Black Men

Can I pass with curly hair?

@ftmh​aircuts

You can also look at people’s selfies on blogs like @brownandtrans for ideas

Here are two asks that have been answered about masculine long hair before, along with some other links:

On Being a Longhair

Caring for Men’s Long Hair

Long Hairstyles for Black Men

How To Grow Your Hair Out

It’s easier to look masculine with long hair if you’re on T, if you’re pre-T then having long hair will make it harder to pass.

5 Basic Tips for Healthy Dreadlocks

16 Terrific Long Hairstyles For Black Men

#kii says #mother m #caps #Anonymous #Lee says #transgenderteensurvivalguide #trans #transgender

[purplesurveys]

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Have you ever had a really bad haircut? I haven’t had any truly awful ones. The only time I felt ‘meh’ about a haircut was when I went to the salon on my own and told the hairdresser what I wanted myself. I was never good at that kind of stuff, and always prefer being with someone so they can tell me if I’m headed somewhere good or otherwise. Did you ever order any clothes from the Alloy catalogue? I’ve never heard of that. What brand, color, and type is your favorite eyeliner? I’ve only ever used eyeliner at one point in my life and I’ve forgotten every detail about it. It was black, though. Do you wear eyeliner? I used to. I wanted to look nice post-breakup, so I learned how to do makeup to feel good about myself. Was there ever a time in your life when you couldn't cry? I guess when I have HAD to cry in the past, as in for a skit, I couldn’t. But I can be triggered and cry very easily otherwise.

What's your favorite type of yogurt? I hate yogurt, I hate everything that’s sour (except for sour tapes, but even those I can only handle at a certain level of sourness haha). What posters did you have on your wall as a teenager? Wrestling. My mom took them down for no reason eventually, even though I loved having them up on my wall. What are your favorite type of calendars? I mean I don’t obsess over calendars enough to have a favorite type? so a digital one on my phone and laptop is fine with me. I do sometimes wish I was rich enough just to be able to spend on those novelty calendars with Audrey Hepburn photos and Monet paintings in every month, though. Do you have a full-length mirror? I used to but it got transferred to my sister’s room. I don’t mind it though; I don’t use mirrors all that much. When was the last time you bought stamps? Elementary school, probably. Do you have any overdue library books right now? HAH, yes I do actually. It was a book I needed to do a Powerpoint on, and I completely forgot that its due date was on the 4th. The fee is like ₱2/day so I’ll have to pay around ₱8 to ₱10 by next week, depending on when I’ll feel like returning the book. How often do you do laundry? I don’t; my mom prefers to do it herself. Do you have a piggy bank? Maybe as a kid, but I never took it seriously because I didn’t sit well with the fact that I couldn’t see the money I’ve been saving. I’ve stuck with a good old wallet ever since, just so I can know my progress. Do you remember your locker combinations from high school? I don’t, actually. I wonder what numbers I used to secure my locks :o What's your favorite DIY crafts youtube channel? Aren’t a lot of those misleading and downright fake? Could you spend hours on pinterest? I’ve never spent more than five minutes at one time on that website/app. Do you own plaid pants? Nah, it’s not really my style. Have you ever had to wear a school uniform? I had to wear my school’s uniform for 14 straight years. All I ever wore Monday through Friday for that span of time. What was your high school's mascot? We don’t have a mascot; we just have school colors. What were your high school's team colors? Gold, white, blue. Who were your best friends in high school? Angela, Gabie, Athenna, and Sofie. Others I was close with were Chelsea, Kaira, and Fern. Who was your first boyfriend or girlfriend? Gab. Have you ever been to Chicago? Nope but it’s a dream. If yes, what do you like best about it? The FOOD, the culture, the museums. Have you ever stayed in a hostel? Nope, never been. Would you rather sleep on the top bunk or bottom bunk? Bottom. I wouldn’t like sleeping somewhere that felt unnatural, and lying down way high from the floor is definitely one of those things. Do you love camping? I’ve never tried, so I don’t know. Would you rather sleep in a tent or under the stars? Lie under the stars for as long as I can, then pass out in a tent. What insects are you afraid of? Cockroaches. Have you ever had a secret admirer that left you notes? I haven’t. Are you close with your cousins? I have a good relationship with most of my cousins, mom’s side; but I’m especially close with my eldest cousin, who I essentially view as my older brother. I’m so-so with cousins on my dad’s side - we were very close as kids, but they moved further to the south and I never really get to see them anymore, so we grew more shy as the years passed.  Are you close to any aunts or uncles? I love my mom’s cousins; they’re all younger than her and they’re mostly late Gen X-ers so they’re more hip and cool hahaha. I wouldn’t say we’re close but they are definitely much easier to talk to than other older relatives. Are you close to your grandparents? I seldom get to see my paternal grandparents because they live with the ^ same cousins I’ve since grown quite distant from, so I wouldn’t say I’m close to them but of course I love them all the same. I was very close with my maternal grandfather when he was still alive as I always knew what to do to make him laugh; and I am also crazy for my maternal grandmother, although in the last few years she’s been all about Jesus so sometimes it gets a little draining hearing about how I should always pray and that “God can answer all [my] problems.” Still love her loads, though. Who betrayed your trust? A friend did, many years ago. Who was your first best friend (apart from a sibling)? Bold of you to assume a sibling was my first best friend, because you’re wrong lol. I’d consider this girl we calle Kaye the first one; we were class number buddies in Kinder 1 (I was 4, she was 5) so we got close quickly. She changed schools by Grade 1 and I haven’t talked to her since, but I still remember her fondly. What was your favorite thing to do at sleepovers when you were younger? I was never allowed at sleepovers when I was a kid. What kind of popcorn is your favorite? Sweet-flavored ones. I could never take dry-ass plain/salted popcorn. It has to be something like salted caramel or parmesan. Does your town have a big fountain in it? If we do have one, I’ve never seen it. But I’m pretty sure we don’t. What is your town known for? For being on a mountain and being ridiculously hard to get to because 1) of its winding, accident-prone roads, and 2) IT’S ON A MOUNTAIN. I live in the area of Antipolo just before you start to go up, so I don’t get offended much by the complaints of everyone else; but I’m in solidarity nonetheless with the ~mountain-dwellers~ just because I used to go to school in upper Antipolo. Do you currently live in the city you grew up in? I mostly grew up in Antipolo, so yes I still live here. I did live in Manila in my early childhood but that time was much shorter than the time I’ve spent in my current city. What's one way in which you're behind the times? I hate Minecraft and I hate Fortnite even more. What's one way in which you're still a child? I love coloring books :) What's one way in which you're old? I have a bad back. Do you feel old or young? Or do you feel both at different times? Definitely feel a bit of both, depending on my mood. The perfect example could be that I can be annoyed seeing younger kids make so much noise, but the next day I can be exactly like those kids making a bunch of noise with my friends. How old are you? I am 21. Do you know what you want to do for your next birthday? No, not yet. Quite early to think about at this point, really. If yes, what is it? A private dinner would already sound perfect. What is the last new thing you discovered that was really good? Vaping. I mean don’t try it if you haven’t already, but yeah. What would be the best surprise you could receive right now? Tbh if my mom came home carrying a box of Yellow Cab pizza. AKA something that would NEVER happen; she snobs Yellow Cab cos she thinks they’re too expensive for pizza. Do you usually forgive when someone hurts your or try to get revenge? I get my revenge, subtly. Were there any subjects in school that were really easy for you? Our subject Language, which was mandatory back in elementary school, was literally basic English grammar. Not everyone in my former school spoke fluent English so a lot of them weren’t all that good at the subject; but for people like me who had a solid grasp of English and read a lot to begin with, the class was basically a breather from the other more difficult classes. If so, what? ^ I already told ya all about it. Did you ever skip a grade or get held back a grade? Skipping grades isn’t a thing in my former school which is honestly a good thing for me cos it would have bred a lot of competition. But students would have to repeat a level if their grades showed that they had to; I wasn’t one of them. What time of day were you born? 9:11 in the evening. What is the best hairstyle you've ever had? I loved my layered hair like 10 years ago. It was probably the only time I did something to my hair that wasn’t just a trim, so I enjoyed that experience. I also liked cutting my hair way, way too short last year; it was a bold move but I liked how it look, as did everyone else. Do you think you look better with dyed hair or natural hair? I’ve never tried dyeing my hair so I wouldn’t know. Do you think your look better with curly hair or straight hair? Curly, I think. Do you have bangs? I have baby bangs but they’re just stubborn hair standing around my head lmao but no I don’t have actual bangs. Do you think you look better with bangs or without? I haven’t tried getting bangs as an adult. I did look cute with them as a toddler though :( Do you think you look better with long hair or short? Long. What's your favorite rock band? Paramore, if they still count. Who's your favorite country singer? None. Do you ever listen to Celtic music? No. Do you listen to Hillsong? No. Did you try the unicorn frappuccino, and if yes, were you a fan? No I never tried it. Have you ever won a contest? I won a school quiz bee and an essay writing contest before, but I wouldn’t call the latter legitimate. It was just a writing contest about wrestling held by a local TV station and the three best entries got to win WWE t-shirts haha. Have you ever wanted to be a model, actress, singer, or dancer? I wanted to be a model when I was like 12. No fucking clue what was going through my head at the time. When you look at your baby pictures, do you recognize yourself? Sure. Has your hair color changed since you were a toddler? Nope. Do you wear matching socks? Yes. How many drawers does your dresser have? Three. Do you own an American flag shirt? No thanks. Do you own a British flag shirt? I don’t. The Union Jack got overused by 2011 Tumblr, honestly. Do you have a seashell collection? I don’t. Aren’t we prohibited from getting those from beaches? That’s the case in the Philippines, anyway. Do you have a rock collection? I do not. Do you decorate for Halloween? We didn’t decorate the house but I celebrated it with friends this year. What is your favorite thing to do in the pool? Float around and relax. Flamingos or pineapples? ??? Flamingos, I guess? Cacti or seashells? Seashells. Maple tree or palm tree? Palm tree. Dreamcatcher or wind chimes? Dreamcatchers! Have you ever taken a picture at the perfect moment? I probably have at few points. Do you have a crush right now? Yes. What color was your first car? My first and current car is white. Was your first car used or new? I’m actually not sure. It was my dad who purchased it. Do you have a car now? Yep. What color(s) eyeshadow do you wear the most? I never wear any.

#surveys #survey

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #215

i’m not dead yet, just not into surveys very much lately.

What is your favorite dinosaur? Spinosaurus. <3 Would you rather live with wolves or tigers? Hypothetically, if I wouldn't be harmed, wolves. I love social species. Have you ever forgotten what a certain kind of pain felt like? Getting my nose re-pierced like fuck man. What do you remember the most about your childhood? I think the strongest memory is my parents not getting along. Or the stories I made playing with my favorite toys. Would you rather have a pet dinosaur or have mythical creatures be real? Have mythical creatures exist. I want a tame, little dragon. Do you have a favorite toy from childhood still? Astonishingly, no. I was incredibly surprised to find out I got rid of them at some point when I wanted to add the crocodile to my room as a cute decoration and memory. What are your thoughts on the end of the world? *shrug* Not like we can do anything about it, unless you count our own carelessness as a selfish species, but that won't actually end the "world," just mankind. Which sports do you enjoy watching? Dance. Would you ever have a breed of dog that is considered aggressive? I don't want another dog, but hypothetically, yes, because no species is inherently mean. It all depends on how the owner raises it. Have you ever made bread? No. Would your childhood self be disappointed? FUCK YES SHE WOULD BE. God, the thought is depressing. Has anything ever fallen asleep on you? Animals and my niece. Would you like to live in a realm where the zombie apocalypse is possible? Is it too far into imagination to say it's possible in the one we're already in? You have zombie viruses in things like bugs, so in time, something developing that can affect humans isn't out of the question. But anyway, anyone who answers "yes" to this, as in they'd like it, are full of shit. Most of us would die in a heartbeat. You'd witness others that you love die. Every day you question if you'll see the next. The zombie apocalypse has been so romanticized in many forms of media, but please, tell me you'll still be having fun when you watch your mother be eaten or some shit. Have you ever gotten into an accident with you parents’ car? No. What’s the wallpaper on your computer? A meerkat pup looking close up to the camera. What was the most difficult decision you’ve ever had to make? Deciding Jason couldn't be my entire world anymore and I had to let go. Name a band/artist you like that isn’t that popular. There's a YouTube artist named Jonathan Young that I MARVEL over the fact he's not signed with someone. My mom didn't even believe he wasn't professional the first time I played some songs in the car. Can you lift your significant other (your best friend if you’re single)? I'm certain I could. What is the first vehicle you recall your parents/guardians owning? A greenish-blue van. What was the most rebellious thing you’ve ever done? I don't know. I'm not really that rebellious. Pick one: Laundry, Dishes, or Vacuuming? I actually don't mind vacuuming. Have you ever moved and had to change schools growing up? No. Name the most meaningful thing a non-relative has done for you. When my former best friend let me live with her while we were homeless. Memories like that sometimes make me question my decision to cut her off permanently... though I remind myself the bad outweighed the good and our relationship was just never going to be stable. The highway and back roads take you to the same place; Choose your route. Depends on what's quicker to save gas. Are you more likely to give up or persist when you’re having trouble? It depends on the situation. Tbh I think I give up more often. Do you resemble one parent more than the other? I don't think so. Your best friend needs a kidney to survive; Do you give them one of yours? That's my girlfriend. So duh. Name a big life event that has taken place for you within the last 2 years. I physically met Sara. Do you end up regretting things you say often? I don't know about often. Name one thing you look forward to as you get older. Hopefully being financially stable. Do you use your hands when you talk to emphasize what you are saying? Yeah. You own a huge business; what is it? I can't even imagine myself owning a "huge" business. Are you afraid to ask for help when you know that you need it? Sometimes. Depends on who I'm asking. Name somebody you think died before their time. A LOT OF PEOPLE. I think above all of my options, Steve Irwin. Fucking saint, teacher, and pilot of conservation and loving our fellow animals. Name the possession you’ve had the longest. I have a lot of infancy stuffed animals up in the attic. You’re writing a novel; Is it horror, mystery, romance, etc.? Fantasy. Would you consider yourself an interesting person in general? I guess. I know I'm at least different. Have you ever gotten in trouble for running up your phone bill? No. When is the next time you’ll change your hairstyle? Will you color it? I don't plan on changing the style any time soon. Hopefully at some point soon I can get to the damn hair salon and get it dyed lilac, though. But it'll be expensive for a pro to do it (I'm very much so done with anyone less trying to do so, as it always fails), so that's something I don't think will come soon. It's not high on my priorities. Who was the last person to see you cry? Is this person special? I'm sure it was my mom. Probably. Of course she is. What season would you like the world to experience year-round? Autumn. When was the last time you took a picture of something? Was it yourself? Lmao it was of something funny on Facebook that I texted to Sara a few days ago. Are you currently drifting away from anyone? Who is it? No. Would you say you are really close to the members of your family? Most, no. I barely see anyone outside my immediate fam. Is there anyone who lives in the same house as you, that you can’t stand? The stupid dog. Do you remember the first conversation you had with the person you have feelings for? No, but it was likely RP-related. Think of the last person you kissed, when was the first time you talked to them on the phone? She knows I hate talking over the phone, so we use Skype to talk. I think the first time I called her via phone though was when I was having an emotional breakdown. What does your phone do when you get a new message? It makes the sound from Spyro when you pick up gems if it's not on vibrate, and when the screen goes black, a green light blinks. Do you automatically check your phone when you wake up? Yes, for the time. Who was the last person you were in a car with? Mom. Do you party too much? I never did. Who were you last on the phone with? I answered a number I didn't recognize, and it wound up being some bullshit about my car warranty or something when I don't even have a car. I just hung up the moment I knew what it was. Last movie you watched? The Lion King live action remake. Incredible. If you had to get a piercing (not ears), what would you get? Fuck, I want collarbone dermals so badly. Do you like holding hands? With Sara. Have you ever seen the last person you texted naked? Yes. What are you listening to? "Third Day of a Seven Day Binge" by Manson is on rn. Do your parents allow you to date? I'm 23. They never really restricted me from it. Then again, I started dating in the 7th grade, so I was older than most first couples. Have you ever had a serious conversation with your dad? Yes. Would you rather have long or short hair? I could not be happier than I have short hair now. It's so much easier to manage, and it really did me well chopping it all off considering my bad self-care episodes. I recommend it soooo much to anyone struggling with that. Do you want to have children? Big No. Do you think you’ll have the same boyfriend/girlfriend a year from now? Realistically, yes. How old were you when you stopped sleeping with a nightlight? I don't know. What topic did you write your last essay about? This awful book "Masters of Doom" or whatever I had to read in game design in college, I think. Whose car did you ride in last other than yours? Dad's. What was the last clothing article you purchased? Some pants. Who was the last person that made you cry [accidentally or on purpose]? Probably myself. Is there construction going on in/near your neighborhood? No. Who did you go/plan on going with to prom? I went to Jason's senior prom and he came to mine. What language[s] did you study in school? Latin for one awful semester, then German for four. I miss German, honestly. Have you ever been to a debate and speech tournament? Hell no, that sounds so boring. Choose two dead celebs who could be your biological parents - explain why? Steve Irwin for my incredible love of animals and uh... I'm not sure about a mom? I thought about this for like two minutes and really don't know lmao. If you were living in the past, which job that doesn’t exist anymore would you like to have? No idea. Which animal are you afraid of? Most afraid of, probably some spiders, like huntsmen spiders. I'm afraid of most spiders in general (if they're near me or in my house, anyway), I cannot stand maggots and larvae of that sort, and whale sharks freak me out. AND WASPS. FUCK WASPS. How would your wedding bouquet look like? *shrugs* It would probably depend on the wedding theme. What kind of game would you like to play that doesn’t exist yet? I can't even swallow how unbelievable Shadow of the Colossus would be in VR. What is one thing you would never ever eat? Escargot. Is there a music video that you would like to see turned into a movie or a TV show? Which one? *shrugs* Which character in your favorite movie do you hate the most? It's impossible to hate any from TLK. How do you think the world will end? A meteor striking, or a deadly volcano going boom. Either way, it's gonna be smoke shrouding the sun. Do you own anything clown related? No. If you were a celebrity - which celebs you would befriend? Y'all done know one, but I think the celeb I would connect to most and most easily befriend would be Shane Dawson. He is such a goddamn sweetheart, chill as fuck, and #relatable. There's really a lot... All YT-related lmao. Except Bindi Irwin. Damn, would I love to meet her. If you were going to make a horror movie that you would be scared of yourself, what would it be about/how would it look like? I can't handle those movies about women being raped and impregnated by a demon and shit. I can't. Fuck The Rite. If you could take a pill that would cure something in you that isn’t an illness - what would you be cured off? How ungodly shy and awkward I am. Ew. Do you like Rihanna? I don't know most of her music, but I don't enjoy most pop, so. Have you ever experienced hydroplaning? Not severely, anyway, and not while I was driving. What’s your opinion on the legalization of weed? Legalize it medicinally. What’s your current favorite song? Man idk. Have you ever hit a girl? I hit my sister once as a kid. What was your New Year's resolution? I don't make them. Do you find Eminem attractive? Not particularly. Are you wearing nail polish? I never do. Have you ever been/considered being vegetarian? I was for a couple months and definitely plan on going back to it once I get to the weight I want... if that ever fucking happens. What’s the last concert you went to? Alice Cooper. Do you own a cat? Yes. :') He's my best buddy. Do you like cats? I love cats. Do you like watching music videos? No. How are your grades? I'm not back in school yet. But SOON. Do you listen to Aerosmith? YO "Love In An Elevator" just finished on my iTunes. I love them. Have you climbed a tree in the past month? I never have. Were you ugly in middle school? Jfc save that child. What’s your type? CHARISMATIC. Stand out, man, and be proud of it. Having a smart head isimportant, too. Having a loving heart. Have a good sense of humor. Don't judge. Do you sleep with one of those mask things on your face? No. Have you ever straightened your hair? Yes. What kind of calculator do you use? The one on my phone or laptop. Have you ever seriously tried to count the stars? Lol no. Did you see the lunar eclipse? I'm guessing you're talking about the biggie from early this year? Yes. It was incredible. Do you have a bank account? No. Did you go on vacation last summer? What's a "vacation?" Where to? N/A Have you ever been in a choir? At church as a kid as well as elementary school. Are you happy with your looks? No. Have you ever gone streaking? You couldn't have paid me to do so even when I was in great shape. Are any of your siblings married? Yes. Were you in the wedding party? Yes. Have you ever seen a ghost? I've sure as hell seen something. Do you even believe in ghosts? I absolutely do. Have you ever had an eating disorder? Thank God no. What big corporation(s) do you support, particularly because you like what they stand for (many vegan items, donate large amount of money to charities, pay their workers a living wage, etc)? I'm really not educated on the morals behind most businesses. Oh, I do know Jeffree Star's products are entirely vegan and cruelty-free though, so his company definitely is one. If you wear foundation or have in the past, what type of applicator do you use (beauty sponge, foundation brush, fingers, etc)? Is there a type of applicator that doesn’t work for you? I've always just used my hands because we don't have anything else for foundation, I think. For those of you that do listen/watch ASMR videos, what are your favorite “triggers”? If you don’t watch ASMR, what are your thoughts on the whole phenomenon that seemed to happen the past couple years over it? I don't listen to it, but I don't care if others do. It doesn't do anything for me. I personally find the talking ones super uncomfortable, but if someone likes that, whatever. Are there any true crime cases that bother you immensely because of the story or verdict of the court case (ex. OJ Simpson)? I know there're some I've seen on Facebook and such. Do you use store loyalty programs? If you don’t use them, what is your reasoning behind that? What store loyalty programs do you feel offer the best incentives, regardless if you aren’t a member of them? I think I am for Hot Topic? I know I have a card for there. I think Sam's Club is a great place to have membership; that place has some damn deals. Mom used to be one, as well as an employee, and that shit was great. When it comes to skincare, what product could you not go without over the other ones? Where are you most likely to shop for your skincare needs? I could go without any, save of course for a wet washcloth. If I get something for skincare, it's just gonna be at Wal-Mart. Regardless if you aren’t someone who hoards or keeps stuff for a long time, what is one (type of) item that you have a hard time getting rid of? STUFFED ANIMALS. FUCKING CHRIST. If you eat meat, what is at least one vegan item (not necessarily a banana) that you like or would like trying (such as trying a soy ham substitute)? If you don’t eat meat, what is one meat item that you like and understand why people eat it? I have no idea. Being vegan just sounds... gah. I couldn't imagine. Major respect for vegans, man. What is a food that is always better homemade? How about a food that is always better at a restaurant? I don't know about the homemade one. Maybe like... cobblers? Meanwhile, steaks tend to be better at restaurants, I've found. If you watched teen dramas growing up (such as 90210 or One Tree Hill), which one was your favorite or you liked the best? If you watched family sitcoms growing up (such as Full House or The Fresh Prince), which one was your favorite or liked the best? I'm not sure if I watched teen dramas. For family sitcoms, ummm... I loooooooooooved/still love The Nanny. I like the two mentioned as well. What is a tradition either within your country or family that you feel is not needed or could in fact even be bad (ex. using paper plates for every party, eating hot dogs every weekend during the summer, etc)? Getting drunk as a motherfucker on New Year's Eve. Is there something you said you wouldn’t do, but in the end you did it? Yeah, a few things. Are you originally an American, or are you some other kind of nationality? I'm just American, save for like, if ancestry is involved. Then I originate from Europe. Do you sometimes pretend to do things you don't know how to do? No? What was the last compliment you remember someone gave to you? Who was it? Hm, I don't know. Have you ever had one of those pregnancy scares? When did this take place? Two completely unrealistic ones in high school. Are you someone who puts ranch dressing on everything you eat? No. Have you ever personally been friends with a stripper or prostitute? Not to my knowledge. What, to you, is the best way a guy can smell? Give examples? I personally like gentle colognes. How many times a day, on average, do you think critically about something? Twice or so. Are you someone who speaks their mind, or do you hold it all in? It depends. Where do you work at this moment in time? Does this place have insurance? I don't currently work bc I can't be a functioning adult in a work environment without collapsing into panic attacks. :^) If you have tattoos, which one that you have was the most painful? The inside of my forearm. Are you currently in the process of ‘bettering’ yourself as a person? I'm trying to grow more independent. What is something you tend to not be able to stand in the least bit at all? Anti-LGBT bullshit. OH BOY, or anti-vax insanity. Do not even interact with me if you're a "vaccines cause autism" imbecile. Does it make you angry when people complain an excessive amount around you? If it's over stupid shit or an issue you brought about yourself, then yes. At what age did you actually hit puberty? Was it hard for you to handle? I don't remember, and yes, it was. I remember crying outside the day I got my first period because I realized I wasn't a kid anymore. Are you considered a graceful person or are you more clumsy? I'm the clumsiest fuck you'll meet in your entire life. Have you ever sucked in helium? Did your voice change at all? No. Do you know any girls who have an overly manly voice and features? Girls can't be "overly manly," just as men can't be "overly feminine." Do you play any sports? If so, did you meet new friends that way? I did, and yes. Do people ever make fun of you for something you really can't help? No. Do you have any pets who will bite anyone else out there, besides you? No. Have you ever tried chocolate chip waffles? Are they now your favorite? Yes; no. What company are you signed up for car insurance, if any at all? N/A Are you someone who really likes to cook? What’s your favorite meal? No. Are you the candle lighting type? I prefer incense. Is your ex sexually attractive to you still? If he looks anything like he did, yeah. But I haven't even seen a picture of him in forever. Coffee in the morning, yay or nay? Don't like coffee. Do you ever drink your coffee black? N/A Body waxing, yay or nay? Ow, I would never do it. Honeymoon, where? I'd love the pink beaches of the Bahamas... but fuck Bermuda's Triangle, my conspiracy theory ass ain't going near that shit lmao. The black beach in I think... Scotland or whatever will do. Anal sex, yay or nay? Never tried, never will. The concept just really grosses me out. Has anyone ever written on you? Probably. Have you ever dated a fat person? I'd prefer the term "overweight," but w/e, once or twice depending on if you count one relationship as "dating." How many foreign friends do you have? In which countries do they live? Quite a few, having been on the Internet so long... I've got some in Europe and one in Australia. How long have you known the oldest friend you have? "Old" as in who I've had the longest? Since I was ten, I think. If you include my "real" friends. What’s the most interesting story you’ve never told anybody? Good question. When’s the last time you went to a bookstore? What did you buy? Last year when we were threatened by a really bad hurricane. I got The Fault In Our Stars and only read like... ten pages lmao. It wasn't because the book was bad, I just don't read anymore. What’s the most complicated meal you’ve cooked? Hunty I can't cook. I've cooked scrambled eggs and spaghetti like once lmao. What is truly attractive to you? Wisdom, for one. Have you ever come up with your own game? As a kid, yeah. What is something you value a lot in your life? The fact I have my mom in my life hit me first. I. Don't know where the fuck I'd be in life right now if my mom wasn't here with me. Whose hand did you hold last? Sara's. What was the last thing you planted? Oh boy, I have no idea. Oh wait, years ago I grew habaneros only to find out non-pickled ones are fucking gross. What or who was the last thing you gossiped about? I have no clue. I don't really do that. Did anything exciting happen just before you went to sleep last night? Well, my cat literally peed on Mom. That was "exciting." When’s the last time you helped a senior citizen somehow? I don't know. What’s the most selfless act you have done? Man, a lot of "I don't know" in this one. You see a spider web in the corner of your room. What do you do? I'm finding that guy or moving. Have you ever intentionally fed a house spider? No. How do you like your favorite beverage? Cold. What’s your big family secret? We don't have one. Do you answer the phones at your work? I don't have a job. Have you ever given up on someone and then went back to them? Many, many times with my former best friend. Did you wake up in the middle of the night last night? I do every single night, and it sucks ass. What shows do you watch? None. Have you ever broken someone’s heart? I don't know. Has anyone ever told you that you have pretty eyes? Yeah. When’s the last time you had a headache? I think I had a mild one a few days ago? I don't remember. My days are sooo blurred together. Do you know anyone who has been arrested? Yes. Think back to the last person you kissed, how many times have you laughed with them? A whole lot. Have you ever suspected anyone of cheating of on you? Yeah, because of his ex and a believable lie. It was ultimately a good thing that that was what immediately turned me away though, as I don't want to imagine how a long-term relationship with him would've gone, honestly. Who was the last person you kissed? Sara. Do you still talk to the person who hurt you the most in life? No. Who’s the last person you sent a friend request to? I've no clue. I don't really send requests because I don't know more friends on there. Is anyone in your family a criminal? Not by blood. Who was the last person you told to shut up? I don't recall; I don't tell people to shut up, generally. I haven't had a confrontation in a long time, besides the occasional arguments with my mom, and I wouldn't tell her to shut up. What was the last thing you lied to your mother about? I don't remember. Have you ever been in an abusive relationship? No. Name a song that reminds you of a past relationship: I could name 50 that remind me of Jason and myself if I cared enough to. Do you think anyone hates you? One person probably does, at least. What do you think your last ex would say about you? I don't know, but probably something nice. He's my closest friend irl. Do you still talk to the first person you fell in love with? No. Do you still want the last person that hurt you to have a happy life? Yeah. Have you ever had a crush on any of your teachers? No. I, along with like every girl in class, found a former band teacher attractive, but I definitely didn't have an actual crush on the dude. Thank God considering he was eventually fired for relations with a student. Why did your last relationship end? I learned I didn't like him romantically, and also because I discovered I liked Sara instead. How long did it take you to get over your last heartbreak? A year and a half. And that's just when I started moving on. Do you know anyone that looks up to you? I doubt it. Which one of your friends is always serious? I don't think any qualify for that. Are there any people in your life that you wish you never met? Yeah. Do people think you’re a bad person? Probably someone. Do they also think that you’re a slut? I don't see how a single person could think that. Are you with the last person you kissed? Yes. Have you ever been punched? No. How many people do you know that have been to jail? Multiple. Three off the very top of my head. Do you know anyone that sells drugs? I don't think so? Do you know anyone that does drugs? Yes. Do you care about what’s happening in other countries? Well yeah. I care about the world being a good, safe place. Do you think you have a pretty good reputation? I guess, at least as far as being a decent person goes. Meanwhile, I'm sure my rep as being a proper adult and such is shit. Where do you see yourself in 25 years? I don't want to think of that. You’re at a bar, you witness a man drugging some girls drink. What do you do? I'm not even REMOTELY kidding, I'm knocking the fucker OUT, calling the cops, and of course telling the girl. Fuck that guy getting out of that without a black eye. Who is more attractive, someone who is edgy or preppy? I could never, ever be attracted to a preppy person, so guess. I wouldn't want an excessively edgy person either, but I'm NOT into the preppy jazz. Short term dating, or long relationship? I've always been about long-term relationships. Kids? How many? Why? Names? Boy or girl? *Bugs Bunny "no" meme* Ever play that game MASHO?? "I’ve played MASH. I don’t know if MASHO is similar or something different entirely." <<< Same. A sad child, skinny and underfed, approaches you. What do you do? Obviously ask them what's up if they approach me, and from there, it would depend on what they tell me. I'd most likely call the cops first about a child like that because I wouldn't know the appropriate place to actually call; if the kid is underfed to an obvious degree, odds are I shouldn't find their parents first. I'd think it wiser to get some kind of officer to do so and determine if that child should even be with those people for their own good. What happens after death? I hope some kind of peace, but who really knows. Would you cheat on your BF/GF if you knew they would never know? No??????? Because I would know?????????????? And I have a conscience???????????????????????? Do you think there will ever be peace on earth? Why or why not? No. People as a whole can't get along and too many find violence to be the ultimate solution to big problems. Favorite childhood story growing up? I remember I particularly liked Stellaluna because of the drawings, and I enjoyed the actual story of Chrysanthemum. Worst way to die? Why? Some form of slow torture, I'm sure. Because if you've gotta die, make it quick. And humane. What were you in school? Jock, nerd, prep etc… I was recognized as an emo/metalhead thing. Did you ever eat playdoh at a child? I don't think so. Your dreams tend to be? As of the late, violent, at least those that I remember... I wake up attacking the air a lot. Describe your aesthetic? A quiet pastel bunny and a furious but awkward gothic demon are aggressively fucking 24/7 while trying to decide who's top and who's bottom. Do you believe in the afterlife? I believe in something. What book have you re-read so many times that the cover is completely worn? None. Are you a morning person or a night person? I'm in a brighter mood in the morning. Who do you most admire? There're multiple people I look up to for different things. But as for most, yeah, probably Mark. What is your favorite thrift/antique shop find? I love this shipwreck lamp that I have. What is the most incredible place in nature you’ve visited? The mountains. What is your greatest achievement? Still being alive lmao. Is something expensive better than something made with love? Almost never. What do you think of stealing? Uh, don't do it??????? If you could be told when you were going to die, would you want to know? NO. What would you do in case of the zombie apocalypse? Die very early on lmao. Okay but realistically, I'd want to climb somewhere. I'm going to assume a zombie can't figure out ladders 'n shit. What have you learned from pain? You yourself play a big part in making things better. Are you more worried about doing things right or doing the right thing? Doing the right thing. What’s something you know you do differently than most people? Eat biscuits like a fucking caveman by separating parts and eating each individually lol. Would you ever adopt a child? If I actually wanted a kid, yeah. If you could make anything glow in the dark, what would it be? *shrugs* Could you ever picture someone writing a biography about you? Hell no, my life's uneventful as could be.

#survey #quiz #questions #random #bored

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Mekakucity Talkers: Chapter 21

Shintarou visited a beauty parlor, and is about to be attacked by the hairdresser’s quick-paced talk!? He looks for help in the chatroom, but would he ever...!?

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(T/N: Had to adapt the summary. It actually says “machine gun talk”, which means when a person keeps coming up with subjects or sentences so fast that people assossiate it with the rapid-fire shooting of machine guns. It doesn’t translate too well in English, so I changed it.)

Mekakushi-dan Chatroom

Shintarou: He~y. Isn’t there anyone here? I seek urgent support. It’s an emergency.

Hibiya: What is it? A critical situation?

Shintarou: Aah! If it isn’t Hibiya. Were you able to return home just fine?

Hibiya: Thanks to you guys. I was told to stay put at home for a while, though. In the end, a daily life surrounded by convenient tools of civilization sure is comfortable.

Shintarou: That’s good.

Hibiya: Well? What happened today? Some sort of incident?

Shintarou: No, it’s not a big deal.

Hibiya: What’s that ? You said earlier that you were “seeking urgent support”.

Shintarou: Well, I’m in a beauty parlor right now.

Hibiya: B-B-B-Beauty parlor!? Hum!? A beauty parlor from one of those lined-up buildings in the capital!? Not a barber shop but a beauty parlor!?

Shintarou: What? Is it that odd?

Hibiya: That’s not it, y’know!? I, too, have my hair cut by a charismatic hairdresser from a fashionable beauty parlor in the big city, of course!! What about you, Shintarou!?

Shintarou: M-Me!? I-I-I-I-I also am so accostumed to coming here like usual that I’m close to stealing the hairdresser’s technique!!

Hibiya: ......

Shintarou: ......

Hibiya: This is kinda vain, huh...

Shintarou: Yeah... Let’s stop with this lame vanity competition already... I’ll be frank. I, in truth... actually... am a NEET. I normally cut my hair myself.

Hibiya: Shintarou... Sorry, I made you say these things. I’ll add into that too. I have something I need to be frank about as well.

Shintarou: Sure. Let’s hear it.

Hibiya: To tell the truth, I’m a countryside boy. The one who always cuts my hair is my mom.

Shintarou: Aah...! You’ve managed to say it...!

Hibiya: Shintarou...!

Shintarou: Today, I happened to be forced by Momo into making a reservation at a beauty parlor. My turn will come up soon, but I don’t know if I can correspond when the hairdresser starts talking to me. Lend me some strength, Hibiya!

Hibiya: I have no idea whether I can or not give advice, but I’ll support you with all I’ve got!

Shintarou: That’s reassuring! Oh! My turn has finally come...!

Hibiya: Do your best, Shintarou!

Shintarou: Problem number 1 just happened. “What kind of hairstyle will you want today?” has come my way!

Hibiya: That’s the first difficulty, huh. The key is how to reply in a casual manner!

Shintarou: I made several guesses today when I was coming to the parlor. “You choose”. That’s the only possible option!

Hibiya: Great...! It’s a reply that is simple but gives off a feeling that you’re used to it!

Shintarou: H-Hey, wait a moment. An attack! “What is the specification?” has come my way!

Hibiya: Say what!? Even though you’re leaving it to them including that, too...!

Shintarou: Dammit... What should I do...?

Hibiya: Calm down, Shintarou. You should respond without covering anything up as much as you can or you’ll be suspected. The other person is a professional. You gotta think carefully.

Shintarou: Aah, true. In a situation like this... “Something with a suitably shapely feeling to it”. I’ll go with that!

Hibiya: Go~! Shintarou~! Did you say it? How’d it go?

Shintarou: Somehow... I was told something along the lines of “eh?” and asked back a lot of questions. In the end, I said, “anyhow, something with a neat impression”. They started cutting.

Hibiya: Were you cautious with your way of talking!? Did you speak proper and clearly!?

Shintarou: Obviously! I paid meticuous attention and even gave an uplifting smile! They corresponded with a super sour smile!

Hibiya: W-Well, but they started cutting it without problems, right? Now you just have to wait until they finish.

Shintarou: How naïve, Hibiya. We already have problem number 2. “What’s your profession?” was dropped on me.

Hibiya: Eh!? Shi-Shintarou, what did you reply!?

Shintarou: I answered, “It’s a job related to security”.

Hibiya: Hm? “Security”? Why?

Shintarou: You might not understand this, but it’s been passed down since distant, ancient times. Guys like us have to say that.

Hibiya: S-Seriously!?

Shintarou: They asked, “Are you a student?”. If I carelessly answer “yes”, my faults will show. They’re expecting a composed reply here. We gotta converge the subject as smartly as possible without getting deep into the conversation. Memorize that.

Hibiya: I’ll be on obligatory education for a while, so I think that isn’t a problem for me, but I’ll remember this for a what-if case.

Shintarou: Still, ever since the last question, they haven’t spoken to me anymore. I heard that a beauty parlor is a battlefield where quick-paced talk is widespread, but the hairdresser isn’t even trying to meet my gaze.

Hibiya: Doesn’t that mean they’re concentrating on the haircut?

Shintarou: Aah. Is that it...? My smart retort brought about the aura of an adult man that doesn’t enjoy chit-chat?

Hibiya: True. I wonder if it’s because you’re having your hair cut at a beauty parlor, but your aloof texts in the chatroom are also looking more adult-like than usual.

Shintarou: Stahp. Flattery won’t get you anywhere. Well, when you go to a beauty parlor yourself, you use this as reference.

Hibiya: I will! I learned a lot today. Thanks, Shintarou.

Shintarou: Yeah. Sorry for using your time. I’ll wait at ease until they finish the cut.

Ten minutes later...

Shintarou: Hibiya, are you here? He~y. Isn’t there anyone around? It’s a critical situation. I threw some interjections to show I was paying attention by the time my hair was finishing being cut, and ended up making a reservation in an esthetics salon. If this goes on, I’ll end up becoming beautiful. Please tell me a smart way to cancel the reservation. Somebody

#kagerou project #kagepro #mekakucity actors #kisaragi shintaro #amamiya hibiya #kisaragi shintarou #mekakucity talkers #kagerou daze #kagerou days #my translation

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A little vulnerable today

A little vulnerable today

Summary: When Betty makes the decision to cut her hair, it only takes her thirty seconds before she regrets it. Thankfully, Jughead won't let her feel bad about it for too long.

AN: This little one shot was inspired by this post by @rainystripe and after a few months of sitting in my folder I finally finished it.

Big thanks goes to @diokomen for reading this over for me and fixing stuff I couldn't see myself

Read more below or on AO3 & fanfiction.net

Betty Cooper has never been a huge fan of change. She liked routine; waking up at the same time every day, drinking a cup of herbal tea before bed, going to Pop’s with her boyfriend and best friends after football games. But sometimes routine could get a little boring and Betty didn't want to be boring.

After pondering on the idea for a week, she made an appointment at the hair salon she's visited her whole life. This time, however, instead of asking for her usual simple trim, she asked to have her bangs cut. What a great idea. She thought for the whole of thirty seconds before she realized that this wasn't just one of those silly apps you could get on your phone to try on different hairstyles. This was reality and it was going to be her look for at least the next couple of weeks. Something that she didn’t seem to take into consideration before. She quickly paid for the cut and gave the hairstylist her best fake smile, reassuring her that she was satisfied with her work. After all, the stylist did nothing wrong. Betty hurried home, wondering whether there was a sickness she could fake that wouldn't allow her to leave the house for a few weeks. Or maybe she could wear a wig. Not the awful black one, but maybe one that actually looked like her hair. Or perhaps she could use one of Polly's many headbands. A dozen of ideas went through her mind, each sillier than the previous one.

Now she's standing in front of the mirror in her room, her fingers pulling on the short strands of hair and willing them to grow faster. How could she be so stupid? She asks herself and her sea green eyes fill with tears once again.

“Hey, Betts, are you ready?” She whips her head around at the sound of her boyfriend's voice coming from the doorway. Of course, how could she forget? Jughead texted her this morning to ask whether she wanted to go to Pop's in the afternoon and she agreed, excited to show him her new hairstyle. But that was before she actually had her hair cut. Now, instead of showing off, she wants to pull a paper bag over her head and not leave the house again.

She quickly turns around and buries her head in her arms, attempting to hide her new hairstyle. “Don't look at me,” she mumbles and the smile that was gracing Jughead's face just a second ago is quickly replaced by worry.

“What's wrong?” he asks and suddenly he's standing next to her, gently pulling her arm away from her face.

“I got a haircut and it was a mistake and now I look stupid,” Betty sobs and slowly lets her arms down before turning to Jughead.

“Hey,” he says, taking her hands into his and giving them a tight squeeze. “You could never look stupid. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and I think this haircut makes you look even more adorable than before.” He smiles and lightly runs his fingers through her bangs. “Which I didn't think was even possible.”

“I still don't like the change. I'm never cutting my hair again,” Betty sniffs and buries her head into the crook of Jughead's neck while he wraps his arms around her, giving her a tight hug. They both know she’s overreacting but even if Jughead thinks she’s being ridiculous, he doesn’t let her know. She thinks he really is the best boyfriend she could imagine.

“Remember when I was seven and my mom gave me that awful bowl cut?” Jughead asks after a moment when Betty pulls away slightly.

“Yeah.” She chuckles at the memory. Not only was Jughead's haircut awful, but it was all uneven and he was too traumatized to get his hair cut again for another two years. “You used so much hair gel in your attempt to transform it your hair was hard as a rock.”

“It didn't work the way I wanted at all and washing it out was a nightmare. My mom was so mad.” Thinking about it now makes him laugh, but back then it felt like his whole world was falling apart. Even Archie, who he considered to be his brother, laughed when he saw him for the first time. “But you didn't give up on me. Remember what you did then?” he asks and Betty nods, a small smile spreading across her lips. “You gave me this hat,” he says and pulls the old beanie off his head before continuing, “and said that you would still be my friend even though my haircut was stupid. But if I wanted to hide it from everyone else I could.”

“I was not subtle with my opinion about your hairstyle, was I?” She chuckles, wiping the tears of her face with the back of her hand.

“That you weren't.” Jughead shakes his head with laughter. “I think you look adorable. But I'm biased. So if you want to hide your haircut, you can borrow my hat until you feel better.”

“Only borrow?” She cocks her eyebrow at him and he grins.

“Yeah, I need it back. I got it from this cute girl once and never let it out of my hands. I'm making a big sacrifice here.”

“You're a dork.” Betty giggles and presses a soft kiss to his lips. She had been feeling terrible for hours, but just a couple of sweet words from her boyfriend suddenly made the whole situation appear less dire. “But you're my dork and I love you,” she whispers against his lips and he pulls her in for another kiss.

“I love you. Despite your hairstyle,” he says as they pull apart.

“Hey!” Betty smacks his arm with a pout, biting the inside of her cheek to keep herself from smiling.

“Just kidding. Just kidding.” Jughead raises his hands in surrender. “So… the hat?” he asks and Betty considers it for a few seconds before taking the beanie from his hands and putting it on her head. “Let me help you with that.” Jughead laughs as he watches Betty struggle, the hat constantly slipping to one side while she wonders how he always manages to put it on perfectly on the first try. She assumes it must be the years of practice. “Now it’s perfect,” he says, placing his hands on her shoulders and turning her to look in the mirror.

Betty lets out a small chuckle as she watches their reflection. Her bangs carefully tucked into the beanie in a way that makes it seem like her hair was never even cut, while Jughead’s unruly curls are sticking out in multiple directions. “Are you sure you’re gonna be okay without your hat?” Betty asks, gently running her fingers through Jughead’s hair in an attempt to tame it, albeit unsuccessfully.

“It’s just for today, right? I think I can handle that,” he says with a shrug, trying to appear nonchalant.

“Yeah, of course. Wouldn’t wanna be weird and wear it every day, would I?” she teases with a smirk. Betty knows it’s not easy for him to give up the beanie that has become his security blanket over the years. This only makes her appreciate his gesture to lend it to her so much more. However, it doesn’t stop her from poking fun at him a little.

“Hey, don’t be mean!” he exclaims, pinching her side and with a giggle she tries to step away, but he pulls her closer, mischief twinkling in his eyes. “There is nothing wrong with wearing it every day, is there?”

Betty twists her lips to the side as if in deep thought, but she can feel Jughead’s fingers pressing against her ribs and knows he won’t hesitate to tickle her until she agrees with him. “I guess it’s okay if it’s you,” she answers finally and he gives her a triumphant grin.

“Very diplomatic, Betts. But I’ll take it.” He rolls his eyes with a smile, before leaning down to kiss her. “Ready to face the world again?”

“Are you?” she responds with a question, nodding towards his beanie-less head.

“I guess we’ll both be a little vulnerable today.” He shrugs and wraps his arm around her shoulders as they finally head out. He’d be vulnerable for her any day.

#bughead #bughead fanfiction #riverdale #betty cooper #jughead jones #betty and jughead #my fanfiction

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Something More

- The Losers Club is fed up seeing Bill and Y/N hide their feelings for one another so they decided to do something about it. -

Word Count : 2279

Part 1 or How Y/N and Bill first met? Part 3 Part 4

It’s become an unhealthy habit by now, you knew that.

Standing in front of your mirror, you watched as your fingers gently traced the faint scar on your cheek. Your eyes noting the difference in skin color between it and your natural tone. The pads of your fingers sliding across the slight dip on your skin. 

Henry fucking Bowers. He was failing at everything in life but somehow he managed to get a leg up on you. Whether you liked to admit it or not, the scar actually bothered you more than it should. 

Being no more than two inches, you couldn’t really see it if you weren’t looking but the thing about you was, you were always looking. Every chance you got to look at your reflection, you were looking at your scar. You didn’t know what was so bewitching about it but it always managed to capture your attention. Fed up with your behavior, you tore your hand away from your face and balled up your fists against the desk. You decided to close your eyes. If you couldn’t see it, it couldn’t bother you. 

You hated how fixated you were on something cosmetic. It didn’t make you who you were, you tried to convince yourself. It didn’t matter, you thought. It was only as strong as you made it to be, you reminded yourself. These words were not your own, they were Bill’s. Ever since that day, you were welcomed into the loser’s club, making the closest friends you’ve ever had.

Opening your eyes against you blankly stared back at your reflection, your eyes involuntarily going to the scar. “I’m better than you.” You firmly whispered to yourself, almost to solidify your thoughts and feelings. 

“Hey Scarface!” Jumping up from the sudden shout, you threw a hand over your heart to calm it down. “We’re gonna be late! You can doll yourself up for our night together later!" 

"Richard!" 

"Sorry, Mrs. Y/L/N…”

You rolled your eyes at Richie’s antics, his nickname didn’t faze you too much. Had it been anyone else, it would have gotten to you but because it was coming from Derry’s own trashmouth, it didn’t hold too much power over you. Besides it was Richie, he was like a brother you never wanted but appreciated having around. 

“I’m coming, Four Eyes!” You snatched your bag off the floor and pulled one of Bill’s flannels over your shoulders before trotting downstairs. “I think you should get your eyes checked though, Richie." 

He tilted from head a little to the side with a confused expression on his face. "Why?”

“Because you seemed to be having trouble seeing that I’m out of your league.” You smirked, gently pushing him to the side by the shoulder to open the front door. “Now come on, we don’t want to be late right?”

“Yeah? You think so? Well my wang-” Richie seemed to forget who’s home he was currently standing in and was soon caught by the ear by your mother. 

“Richard Tozier! Do not make me get the soap again!” She threatened, giving him a stern look as she hoisted him up by the tip of his ear. 

Wincing from the pain, Richie clamped his arms to his side with his hands clenched into fists as he rose on his tippy toes, following your mother’s pull. “Sorry, Mrs. Y/L/N…won’t happen again.” He muttered out, his eyes glaring at you. 

“Of course it won’t, Richard.” Your mother rolled here eyes at his promise, knowing fully well it would but nonetheless she released him. “Now run along. Y/N honey, be careful okay?” She said as she patted Richie’s head and pushed him towards the door. “Have fun kids!" 

You waited for Richie next to his bike with the smuggest look on your face. "Ready to go, Richie?" 

He glared at you and promised. "I’ll get you back, Y/N.” Before the two of you began the journey over to Bill’s.

It didn’t take Richie long to get the both of you to Bill’s house, even if he did complain about how he would have been there faster if he didn’t have so much dead weight with him to which you replied with how this was the closest he’d ever get to a girl.  

Like routine, he waited until you were safely back on the ground before jumping off himself. Abandoning his bike on the curb just as the others had, he made his way over to the boys. You let them have their time together and decided to pick up their bikes off the ground to lean them against the fence in the drive way. As the boys chattered away about how much fun the quarry was going to be, you noticed that Beverly and Bill had yet to make an appearance. You didn’t think too much about Beverly, she was probably just running a little late but as for Bill, it was strange considering they were meeting at his house. 

Not putting too much thought into it, you moved to pick up everyone’s bikes from the ground while they were distracted with one another. After a few minutes, you only had Ben’s and Stan’s left when a pair of hands reached out to help you. Looking up, you smiled the moment your eyes met Bill’s. 

“I-I was lo-looking for that.” Bill picked at the plaid sleeve that was currently covering your arm closest to him. “T-thought I lost i-it but I should h-have known better.” He finished propping the bikes against the fence while you rocked back and forth on the balls of your feet, trying to look innocent. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Bill, I’ve always had this.” You said as you fixed hair from all the wind that blew through it on the bike ride here.

“O-of course, that’s why i-it’s so big on you right?” You watched as Bill pushed silver out of his garage, a knowing smirk snug on his face. 

Crossing your arms over your chest, you raised an eyebrow at him. You knew perfectly well that the both of you knew that you took it from him but you weren’t going to admit it any time soon. You really liked this flannel. “Mom says I’ll grow into it one day.” 

“Mhm.” He hummed, not believing you for a moment. 

You were going to say something back but another pair of hands poked your sides.

“Y/N!” 

You screamed and lunged towards Bill, your arms wrapping themselves around his neck. Bill’s hands instantly finding your waist, making her that you didn’t fall or anything. A slight blush creeping on to his cheeks from how close you were to him. Whipping around, you were more than ready to punch Richie for scaring you again but instead of the usual messy mop of black hair, you saw a red one instead. “Oh my god! Beverly!” You slowly unwrapped yourself from Bill, making sure not to show him how red your own cheeks grew as you turned your body to face her. “You scared me!”

“That was the point, Y/N.” She sassed with a smile on her face. 

You rolled your eyes but nonetheless pulled her into a hug, leaving Bill to be collected by the others to talk about their plans. As you hugged Bev, you noticed that something was different and just as fast as you pulled her in, you pushed her back. Getting a good look at her, your eyes scanned for what was missing. It took you a minute but you got it.

“What happened to your hair!” You reached out to touch the short tufts of hair that now framed her face. You were too focused by her new look that you didn’t noticed the uneasy smile on her face before she quickly changed it. 

“I wanted to change it up so I thought why not short like yours?” She tucked a little bit behind her ear. “How’s it look?”

“I love it!” You said, maybe a bit too quickly for your liking. It wasn’t a lie you thought, you really did like it but part of you couldn’t help but feel jealous. 

Involuntarily your hand moved over to trace over your scar. 

Beverly could pull any thing off, she was pretty no matter what she wore or looked like. You couldn’t remember how many trips to the salon and how many hats you had to wear until you found the right hairstyle that suited you. No wonder why everyone looked at Beverly as she walked by, she’s got it all, you thought. 

“How’s it going ladies? Talking about me over here?” Out of no where Richie showed up, his hand smoothly pulled yours away from your face. He gave you an appointed look before continuing on about how great he and his wang was. 

Swallowing your jealousy and pushing away your insecure thoughts, you didn’t need for him to say anything to know what he meant. You were doing it again. You and Bev looked at each other before replying back to Richie, knocking his ego down a few pegs.

Unbeknownst to you, there was someone that couldn’t keep their eyes off you from the moment they stepped out of the house. 

Even though he was suppose to be engaged a conversation about how awful mosquitoes were this time of year with Eddie, Bill couldn’t seem to focus on anything besides Y/N. There was something about the girl that he couldn’t stop thinking about. Things were never the same after their first encounter with Henry. The girl he’s only noticed from time to time in his classes became someone that was on his mind all the time. He had yet to admit it to anyone yet but he really liked Y/N. Like a simple crush just didn’t cut it, she made his heart flutter and skip a beat. Bill was head over heels for the girl, he just didn’t know how or when to tell her. 

Wearing a new dress and one of his flannels, one that she refused to admit she intentionally stole from him not that he was complaining, Bill couldn’t help but note how pretty Y/N had become. He meant, she was still as pretty as she’s always been but she was no longer just the rambunctious girl that flipped Henry Bowers off after throwing his knife into some bushes. She had grown into someone much more beautiful.

Humming and nodding his head once in a while to make it seem like he was listening in to the conversation at hand, Bill watched as the girls seemed to be giggling about something. What were they talking about, he thought. Was it something about him? Shaking his head, Bill tried to clear his mind of thoughts like that. Of course not, why would he be talking about him for? 

He noticed her touching Bev’s now short hair and then her touching her scar. Knowing that she only did that when something was bothering her, Bill made a move to go check on her but Richie beat him to it. Whatever he said brought a smile back on Y/N’s face and a frown on his own. An unfamiliar feeling resting in the pit of his stomach as he watched his best friend and crush interact with one another.

“Are you listening, Bill?” Eddie shook his shoulder, interrupting his train of thought.

“W-what?” And with that, Bill tore his gaze from Y/N and looked back to his friends and their knowing looks. “What?” 

As the gang made their way to the quarry, Bill found himself staring at Y/N again. She was standing on the back pegs on Richie’s bike. He couldn’t seem to rip his gaze from the smile on her face that seemed to only grow wider as she talked with the others. 

“Keep it up, Bill, you might actually catch something if you keep your mouth open like that!” 

“H-huh?” Caught off guard, Bill turned to his left and saw Beverly laughing at him. 

She looked from him to Y/N and then back to him, nodding her head as a sigh of approval. “I see the why you like her, Bill and I think you’ve got good taste. Y/N’s beautiful, smart, and funny.” 

A not so subtle blush graced Bill’s cheeks and he shook his head. “I-I don’t know w-what you’re talking about I-I don’t l-like her!” Bill’s lie didn’t fly past Bev, the girl knew better than to believe a teenage boy when he was confronted about his crush. 

“Whatever you say, Bill but Y/N’s quite the catch. It’d be a shame if someone snatched her up before you could.” With that being said, Beverly sped up to catch up with the others. 

Step one complete, she thought as she left Bill to think about what she just said. 

- To Be Continued - 

One more part to go guys! I’ve got my scene by scene outline and I’m so excited for you guys to read it once I finish writing it~!  But for now, what did you guys think of this part? I feel I went too fluffy when I was writing Bill’s part? Like do teenage boys think like that when they have a crush? Nevertheless please oh please oh please tell me what you think c: ♥

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Finally got around to 7.02

Back at it again with more of my commentaries that no one asked for, I just have a lot to say watching Call The Midwife ok!

Better late tha never, let’s get this started

Skipping the credits bc I’m impatient

Val serving a look! even tho it’s all blue

Shelagh’s perfect 60s kitchen is a dream 😍 looks just like the blue of the Petries’ in the Dick Van Dyke Show

Shelagh Turner is so adorable

New hairstyle for Val coming soon?

Trixie looking like a BABE

Her extensions on point! I’m jealous

“Mine looks terribly realistic” LMAO I LOVE WINNIE

Love the 60s salon decor lol

Poor Sister Winnifred needs a car😂

Ugh choke on that whistle Woolfe

“Iced buns” Run away boobs, look out 😂

GTFO! “Looking like she just got off the boat” BITCHHH!!!

People still love to tell me to straighten my hair and that’s my natural hair is too frizzy and messy, fuck you. *”beyonce!?” video voice* Lucille sweetie I’m sorry an ugly b*tch would even say that

This shit already pissing me off ugh, I know I’m white passing and it gives me privilege but my dad and lot of my family doesn’t and I get upsetttt thinking that they prob hear shit like this or have before(as SO many people do),, like I will throw hands

That goes for anyone tbh, 0 tolerance for racism. It angers me everyday

Val’s still in rollos loll, ugh I wanna get my hair done soon

am I immature or are Sister W’s sock puppets are funny as hell?😂😂

I love Sister Winnie tho she deserves more

Yass gal being your man he needs to be involved

Aww baby

BEATRIX !!! 😍 THIS IS A L O O K

I LOVE IT SM

ALSO Christopher is still a babe and he has a new car?? Sugar daddyyy 🤑

“My parents tried their best but domestic science wasn’t really on the syllabus at casa mia” LMFAO I AM TRIXIE

if only I was that gorgeous and fabulous

I love Val & Trixie’s banter 😂😘

“Not so long ago I thought I’d never be happy again and yet here I am. The human heart is really most resilient.” Oh Trixie I need to hear that.

Yes Lucille knock some sense into them

Sister Monica Joan, an 80-odd nun in the 60s is legit more open minded than an entire population in this country *cough cough Tr*mp & his disgusting supporters*

WHO PICKED THIS UGLY OUTFIT FOR SHELAGH? I NEED TO SPEAK TO YOU

“She grew up in a communist country I doubt that’s conducive to a cheerful disposition.” LMAO

Lol my baby cousin is named Magdalena

“Her type” YOU MEAN A HUMAN. SHE’S A HUMAN. FROM THE CARIBBEAN.

THANK YOU VAL FOR THE DEFENSE IMA FLIP

O m f g I WANT TO FIGHTTTTT THIS MOTHER

Oh shit a stroke!!??

Lucille grabbing Val’s hand 😭

Sister MJ’s eyes😭😭

I forget you could smoke even in hospitals and planes back then

How is Teddy this big already? 

SHELAGH’S FACE LMAOO intimidated by Magda

She’s a Catfish but for the better

Trixie again 😍 love that dress too!

I want her hair ugh

LMAO BURNT ASS GRAEPFRUIT 

Yass Magda you’ve been living your best life, I need to get like you

“Everyone knows English coffee is very bad” LMAOO I LOVE HER ALREADY??

but also we know the best coffee is from the Caribbean & Columbia

“Better than what I’m used too” LMAO PATRICK YOU GONNA GET IT BOY

Shelagh’s faces I’m so ded

Time to step up your wardrobe tho Shelagh, Magda can’t upstage you in your own home

“Life really can change in the blink of an eye.” You’re telling me Phyllis

WINNIE LMAO putting her hand to her heart is me at every little thing

What happened to the cute nightgowns you owned Shelagh? cancel the moo moos

“You might want to put on a cardigan. You’re not on the continent now.” LMAO WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?

like shoulders aren’t scandalous tf 😂 or is it bc it’s chilly? Either way Shelagh is so pressed, I die😂 

don’t worry bby she don’t want your man lmao, no need to be worried

Damn calling her an invalid right in front of her Dr T? kinda fucked up

aw this poor husband 😭

guess who still hates Mrs Stanton? yo

she’s pregnant and dropped a pound and I go to the gym and cannot? what the hell

The bonchinche (gossip) at the salon is so realistic lol, it’s usually the hairdressers spilling the tea here when you go to people you know😂👏🏼

Shelagh in another dowdy outfit why!?

The costume designers doing Laura Main so dirty this series, she deserves better

I know she is not Trixie or Val but she can wear cute outfits too!

Like the grey dress from 6.2! The Jackie Kennedy-esque suit! She had some looks and now she’s in these dull avena colors

Don’t @ me bc of this either^ I appreciate fashion and just looking nice, let me rock and complain 

“Filthy hands” Mrs Stanton boutta MEET MY TWO FISTS REAL SOON OMFG

“Proper English nurse”IM FUMINGGGGG

IDGAF she’s upset and wants to blame YOU DON’T GET TO JUSTIFY BEING RACIST

the black woman waiting just gave Lucille the most sad but understanding look my fucking heart

“It’s not up to you or Nurse Crane to decide how much unpleasantness I can bear.” FUCK YES LUCILLE BABE STICK UP FOR YOURSELF !!! TAKE NO SHIT

I L O V E H E R

Is their last name Romaine like the lettuce?

The track suit tho lolll

“The fears we have in the present often lie in the experiences of the past”😭yes

Can we call her Lucy? I love her

I feel you Val bb! I’m embarrassed that my country put literal evil garbage in the White House!!

Aw Val sorry bb

“I’ve had patients who won’t let me touch them bc they thought the blackness would rub off on their skin” set in 1963 and there’s still fucking disgusting people who act like this in 2018

🙌🏻👏🏼 LUCILLE ANDERSON

I’m glad ofc but ugh I hate when they resolve major/serious problems so quickly tbh

Omg I remember my hair was too short for braids so my mom would make me get “twisties” GOD THE PAIN I CAN STILL FEEL IT! AND THE RUBBER BANDS BREAKING AGAINST YOUR HEAD AHHH

Teddy omg the cutest

LMAO okay Tim, chill

A ROBERTS RADIO UGH I WANT ONEEE

Lmaoo Tim is tragic😂 he doesn’t get out much

Angela aw! An angel!

Magda serving a look aye

Where’s Shelagh to sing the toothbrush song?

The husband reminds me of a “who from whoville” loll

Occupational therapy clinic! Mika !! @nurse-franklin

Coq au vin? Chef Magda

“If you like that sort of thing” LMAO SALTYY AF

“Do I detect a tone?” LMAO OBVIOUSLY PATRICK, REASSURE YOUR WIFE SHE’S PRESSED

I’m laughing but really it’s not funny enough to drag it out lol, I hope Shelagh get’s over it quick

Lmaoo Shelagh a dress with her shoulders out and knees showing is not half dressed, calamate

Lol love her still

I do love her facial expressions too

But fr can she not wear all brown & whoever gave her the M’Lynn from Steel Magonlias hair? It gotta go

SISTER MJ AND LUCILLE MI CORAZÓN

“I could read to you”😭😭

Wait they play basketball?

Violet Buckle is under-appreciated and the Buckle family is too

Aw I’m proud of Marjorie’s husband

obvs hand in front of stomach placement ha

LMAO WINNIE STEALING THE CAR WHAT A THUG! GTA OUT HERE 😂

LMAO THIS DAD AW HE’S COACHING

PHYLLIS IN HER SKIRT BLESS, SHE’S GONNA BE PISSED THO LOLLL

He’s about to throw up I’m ded

Phyllis brought to tears about her, I feel 😂😭

Except my Bitch ass doesn’t have a car or license yet

“Wedding”😭

CAUGHT Lmaoo sorry Sis

“The longest paths lead into sunlight, when they are paved with love”😭😭

THESE DARLINGS BROUGHT FOOD I LOVEEE

Omfg do I see rellenos de papa?👀👀 

That food looks so good ugh I wish I had some home cooked food rn

Ahh man that’s it?

Till next week😭..

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