Request: “heya! i loved ur draco
fic “sanctuary” it was incredible! could i make a request for a long
ish draco fic about the reader having a shitty few months and it feels like
everything sucks, but draco her best friend starts saying all the wonderful
times they are like yet to have, and includes them falling in love by accident,
and then confesses his love for her and then smut? Xoxox”
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: depression, self-harm, negative thoughts. A lot of this
writing is easy for me because I’ve been there, and I’m okay now. But if you’re
not feeling too good, I’m always here to talk, I love you. P.S. I made this super
fluffy bc Draco cares about you a lot :’)
The light peeking through the window stirred you, awakening your
mind but somehow not your body. With lead in your arms and legs, you rolled to
the side of your bed, checking the clock. You were once again late for class.
Already a steady stream of tears was beginning to slide down your cheeks, and
you pulled the duvet over your head. The last time you had slept in, you had received
a very stern talking to by Professor McGonagall. And you were already so far
behind on your transfiguration homework, your pile of responsibilities
seemingly never ending.
Once again you let your thoughts wander where they should not go.
To blood filled bathtubs and rivers running red. To the sound of a swinging
rope, weighted with something heavy. To the feeling of nothing. You argued with
your inner monologue, talking to yourself as you sobbed under the covers.
A girl as small as a violet A girl as fluttery as a flower petal
Is pulling me with a mass more immense than that of the earth.
A mere moment, and I
Like Newton’s Apple
Fell and rolled toward her wildly
With a loud thud, with a loud thud-thud
From heaven to earth
Swung dizzily to and fro like a pendulum She was my first love.
- in all honestly, I don’t like my hair. I dyed it blonde thinking I would grow some type of love for it but it didn’t happened. These pictures kind of helped me accept the fact, that my hair came a long way from when I was forced to big chop after becoming sick my freshman year of college in 2015. It’s a huge insecurity of mine to wear my Afro in its natural “wash n go” state. It’s rare you’ll see me like this. It was definitely a humbling experience to finally show my fro out to this social media world. 🌙🌼🌞
Type- Smut (did you read the title? lol) major daddy kink here folks :)
Word Count- 1060
Request- Can I have something based of Marilyn Monroe’s “My heart belongs to daddy” ;) Something smutty with Yoongi cuz you know he’s my suga daddy and my heart belongs to daddy U 3 O - @whitefoxgirl
A/n-@whitefoxgirl‘s heart really does belong to daddy. I’m going to hell for this hehe
Sitting at the dinner table, you may have been flirting with an old friend who sat across from you. Next to you, Yoongi-your boyfriend- was getting annoyed, which you didn’t notice. Yoongi was good, almost too good, at hiding his annoyance. So when you arrived at his apartment, you were confused by his pissy mood.
“Dinner was fun. We should get together with them more often.” you flopped down in chair at the bar.
“Yeah sure.” he sat across from you, scowl on his face.
A/N: Yall…..this chapter is wild lmaoo. That’s all I can tell you, plus there’s A LOT of dialogue so sorry, but not sorry. Today marks my second day of school and due to being an AP/honors student I literally already have hmwk and stuff, but I’ll try to get the next chapter out at least by this weekend. As always get this to 100 notes and PLEASE send feedback because I need to know your reactions to this cause y'all funny asf. I hope you love bugs enjoy💕
Also, this takes places a few weeks later since a lot of you get confused with the timing. They’ve already moved into their new apartment and she’s almost eight months pregnant now.
“Joy, this is so good.” You practically moaned as you stuffed your mouth full of alfredo.
“I’m glad you like it, but slow down, Y/N.” she laughed, placing a kind hand onto your shoulder.
With you being seven and a half months pregnant, Joy and Mali thought it was the perfect time to have a baby shower. The two of them had took the time to cater everything themselves and everyone else pitched in on multiple gifts that would later come in handy. Some of your other friends had also passed by to congratulate both you and Calum as well as leave a gift for you. David had even said he’d help Calum and the boys out in getting the nursery together for your baby girl.
robert and aaron (finally) talk about robert’s bisexuality and aaron’s insecurities. post ons reveal.
Robert watched as Aaron shuffled around the kitchen, his focus on making himself something for tea. The silence between them wasn’t exactly comfortable, there was an underlying tension there that Robert couldn’t stand.
They’d been having a lot of days like this, lately. The first few months, things had been okay - they’re really done their best to work through their problems, for Robert to earn back Aaron’s trust, for Aaron to deal with his insecurities, but five months down the line from the day he told Aaron he’d slept with her, and well, it felt like there was more cracks in their relationship than ever.
It was because of that new girl, working in the cafe part time. He’d smiled at her, maybe, when they’d gotten coffee one morning, and he’d felt Aaron stiffen instantly beside him.
They’d mostly been siting around in silence since, Aaron sleeping with his back to Robert and his body stiff, even going as far as skulking off to the Woolpack for his dinner twice that week alone.
Robert hated it. Robert hated that their marriage was like this, hated that it was his fault, hated the way Aaron barely even acknowledged him as he made a sandwich, Robert sitting at the kitchen table, watching him to and fro between the cupboards and the fridge.
“Aaron, are you okay?” he asked, hugging his half cold mug of tea to his chest as he spoke, waiting for Aaron to reply.
“Fine,” Aaron grunted in response, his focus still on his sandwich, the kettle boiling in the background, breaking the silence of the flat. Liv was in Ireland with her mum, spending the last of the summer holidays with her mum.
“Are we okay?” Robert asked quietly, sounding unsure of himself as he spoke. He hated how he suddenly needed to hear Aaron say those words aloud now, that he didn’t just know.
“We’re fine, Robert.” Aaron said, the plate clattering against the wood of the table as he set it down, sliding into the further chair from Robert. He didn’t add to his sentence, taking a generous bite of his overflowing sandwich.
“You can’t keep pretending things are fine,” Robert blurted, his heart pounding as he waited for Aaron to respond.
Aaron raised an eyebrow. “You what?”
“You can’t keep pretending things are fine.” Robert repeated, more firm in his words now. “We can’t keep pretending things are fine, Aaron. We’re falling apart, and I know - I know it’s my fault, I know it’s because of what I did, but we can’t live the rest of our lives like this.”
Aaron set his sandwich down, sitting back in his chair. “It’s not your fault, Robert,” he began, trailing off mid-sentence.
“It is. I know it is,” Robert said, feeling sick to the stomach as he spoke. He knew it’d been his fault that they were like this - if he hadn’t gone and slept with Rebecca, of all people, maybe they’d have had less to get through.
Maybe they could have been happier.
“If you can’t forgive me for what I did, I get it. I just, I need you to tell me now, so I can just go, and let you move on.”
“That easy, eh?”
Robert shook his head. “You know it wouldn’t be, but I just want you to be happy, Aaron, and - we’re not very happy right now, are we? I’ve barely seen you this week, and when I have, you’ve ignored me. Even Jimmy’s noticed we’re barely speaking, what does that say about us?”
“Did he say something to ya?” Aaron was imeadiately on the defensive, Robert knowing he hated the idea anyone else was butting into their relationship. He’d been like that a lot, since they’d decided to make their marriage work - Chas hadn’t been impressed, and neither had Paddy, and Aaron was more than frustrated at his parents interference.
Jimmy would just be another person on a long list of nosey neighbours waiting to see when Aaron and Robert would finally crash and burn, and prove everyone who’d ever told Aaron he was wrong to give Robert chance after chance right.
“No.” Robert shook his head, remembering the face Jimmy had pulled at him, trying to make a joke out of the tense silence in the portacabin that day. “But would he be wrong if he had, Aaron?”
Aaron sighed, quiet for a few minutes before he spoke. “I have forgiven you for what happened with her.”
Robert looked at Aaron, looked at his husband’s earnest face, and his heart ached. Aaron had always worn his heart on his sleeve, for better or for worse, the love, or hurt always clear on his face.
The honesty clear on his face.
Robert didn’t know what he’d done to deserve Aaron’s forgiveness, he really didn’t. It hadn’t be instantaneous, it had been bloody hard work, Aaron bringing Robert to counselling more than a few times so he could try and explain how hurt he was, both of them working through it with Aaron’s counsellor.
But Aaron had forgiven him, somehow.
“Then what’s wrong? What have I done?” Robert asked, leaning forward slightly. He just wanted to know, so he could fix it. “Was it what happened in the cafe? Because I swear to you, Aaron, I was just being polite, I don’t fancy her or owt.”
Aaron looked uncomfortable, twisting his ring around his finger as he spoke. “What’s to stop you cheating on me with a woman again? Clearly - clearly a woman can give you something I can’t, or you wouldn’t have slept with Rebecca.”
“I told you why I slept with her.” Robert shook his head. “She was easy to manipulate, Aaron. Her - her being a woman, that had nothing to do with it.”
“But it does.” Aaron sighed. “It always does, with you. Being with a woman’s more normal for you, and I don’t know how to deal with that.”
Robert’s stomach clenched. “It’s not more normal for me,” he said firmly, shaking his head. He hated that Aaron thought like that, hated that all he’d done to persuade him otherwise had been undone with one drunken, anger fueled mistake.
Aaron stayed silent.
“You have a problem with me being bisexual, don’t you?” Robert said bluntly, asking the one question he’d wanted to ask for months now, since that day in the car, before the crash, and a thousand times over ever since.
His husband had a problem with his sexuality.
“I guess I don’t understand it,” Aaron shrugged. “It’d be easier if you could decide one way or another, I guess.”
It’d be easier if you could decide one way or another, I guess.
Note: Hey this one is a really dark and deep one shot and mentions suicide and self hatred,
Summary: I dont really how to explain this one, but read the warnings.
Also tell me what you thnk of the imagines. I want to know what people think of the imagines so far, since im still new to tumblr. If anyone see this anyway
I walked down the hallway of Midtown High School with my arms covered in long sleeves to hide the lined cuts on both of my wrists. I was wearing jeans, a long sleeve shirt and a light oversized hoodie, and converse shoes. I kept my head down as I tried to dodge people by looking at their shoes instead of looking straight up.
I didn’t need to pass the burden onto other people when they would see my ugly face. I walked to the library which had become my second home and looked up for the first time today to admire the display of books.
The Midtown library had desk for the librarian and tables and chairs in the center than around it, long isles surrounded in books.
I walked to the left and went all the way to the wall and walked to the corner, which was the farthest away from everybody else who had currently been sitting in the middle.
When I got to the isolated place I picked out the book I had been read for two days now, and sat on the floor to start reading it.
“No Ned, for the last time I can’t summon thousands of spiders to do my bidding.” I heard someone whisper/yell. As I heard the steps get closer i went farther into the corner putting my hoodie on ad keeping my head down focusing on the book instead of the two figures coming my way.
“Ok but you should have that power if you are spiderman.” I instantly raised my head at the mention of the blue and red latex suit hero.
I heard the footsteps stop as they were a couple feet away from me. “You see the girl with the hood in the corner too right?” I heard one of the voices whisper as I immediately recognized him as Peter Parker, my crush for a year now. If that was Peter then clearly he was with Ned, his best friend.
I heard the movement of a jacket and a pair of shoes step closer to me, making it clear Peter had been shoved closer to me. I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment, but being glad because it wouldn’t be visible with my darker skin tone.
I looked up to see Peter bent down about to talk to me when his mouth dropped open. “I-uh. H-h-hi, I’m Peter Parker, and that’s my friend Ned. Please don’t kill us, we haven’t done anything wrong I promise.” He looked at me in fear.
I couldn’t help but question how stupid the smartest boy in my chemistry class was. I quickly put my head back down hoping he wouldn’t pry further and just walk away, but unfortunately he didn’t.
“Watch, she’ll start following you around now since you started talking to her.” Ned said, fear traced in his voice.
I couldn’t help but chuckle as the two idiots kept going on about how i’d curse them and that i’m a demon ghost. “See look she’s laughing now!” Ned whispered. “I’m telling you she’s a demon!”
I stopped laughing and looked up slightly to still see Peter’s knees as he contemplated on what to do next. “She’s not a ghost Ned, it’s the girl from Chemistry that sits next to me.” He looked at me again and fro what I could tell her was studying my features, which led to me putting my head further down to cover my ugly face. “Hey, I’m sorry for assuming you were a ghost. Do you need help up?” He asked me with a gentle voice.
I shook my head no and forced myself to no look in the eyes of my crush. “You sure? There’s tables in the middle of the library if you preferred that better.”
And have everyone see me and my ugly body? No thanks. I thought to myself. “I kind of like reading here. Keeps all the idiotic thoughts from everybody else to rub off on me.” I piped, trying to make a joke, something I hadn’t done in a long time.
I heard Ned laugh and Peter chuckle. “Trust me, after being friends with this idiot for a while, I know that’s true.” Peter said. Ned then started to argue saying that Peter was the dumb one in their friendship while Peter argued the opposite.
I grabbed the sleeves of my hoodie and tucked my hands into them so that they weren’t visible and had to control myself from letting out a fit of giggles. I looked up as Peter’s eyes met mine, I saw the amusement in his eyes fade away and quickly looked back down. “You have a really pretty smile.” He said as if all the oxygen in the world had been taken away and he had one last breath.
“Thanks.” I quietly said.
Your smile may be nice but you weight isn’t
He’s lying to you to make you feel better
He’s just trying to be nice, since you ARE all alone
I walked into the cozy apartment on the 7th floor and stood there trying to steady my breathing again after walking all those flights of stairs.
I looked at the note on the countertop of the kitchen and I could already tell it was from my distant mother saying she was away on a business trip, when really she was probably with another rich boyfriend on a cruise halfway to hawaii or something like that.
I flicked the note across the table onto the floor and walked into the bathroom. I rummaged through one of the drawers of the sink until i found what I was looking for. The small compartment was a secret, something you couldn’t really see unless you sprained your eyes and felt everything closely. But for me it was easy to find since I went through it almost every week for the past couple months. I grabbed the box inside the compartment and pulled it out.
The small box was red and had a lock on where you would open it. I put in the pin and took out the razor blade. I sadly smiled and I felt a tear run down my cheek on to the blade. I took the blade and pressed it against my wrist waiting for the pain to be taken away for at least a minute.”
You fuck up everything you touch
Your a waste of air
Your fat, ugly, stupid
You deserve this pain
It was the same thing everyday, I’d enter school with my head down, read in the library, Peter and Ned would meet me by the corner and we’d talk, I’d go to class, Then I’d leave school at the end of the day.
But this time it would be, this time it would be my last time doing it all. And for the first time in months I looked up and recognized all the faces I really hadn’t paid attention enough to look at. I had worn a T-shirt for the first time in a year and it was a pretty pale yellow with black and white stripes.
I looked up for the first time while walking through the hallways and my hoodie wasn’t on. I read in the center of the library this time, except I didn’t sit in a chair instead I sat on the table farthest back and to Peter and Ned’s surprise it was the first time I really ever made myself known.
“I see someone is in a good mood today.” I looked up at Peter’s smiling face and noticed his best friend wasn’t by his side. “Ned was sick.” He explained.
For the last time ever I studied Peter’s features, taking in his swooped hair, bright smile, big brown eyes, and the warmth in his voice. “Is there something on my face? I thought I wiped off all the crumbs from my croissant!” He turned away and started furiously swiping away at his mouth.
I giggled and stood up to turn his body back to me. “You don’t have anything on your face, it’s just…….” I couldn’t help but tear up. “I’m going to miss you.” I smiled, something I could only do when Peter was around. “That’s all.”
He gave me a weird look and chuckled. “I’ll see you in Chem. weirdo.” I watched as Peter walked out of the library to his first class as the bell rang.
I walked out of Midtown School of Science and took a breath in as peter walked by my side. After that run in, in the library me and Peter had become friends, or what I had labeled a friendship. And since his house wasn’t that far from mine we’d both take the train and he’d walk me to my house.
As we took that last step and walked to my apartment door I gave Peter a hug, something I had never done. He stiffened then relaxed a bit hugging me back. After a couple second I stepped back and walked into my apartment looking at Peter and noticed his eyes move towards my wrist and his eyes harden. “Y/N…” He said.
I quickly covered my wrist and looked at Peter straight in the eyes. “I have to go Peter. Bye.” I gave him tight smile and walked into my apartment and closed the door. A couple seconds later I heard pounding and Peter yelling my name.
I waited until sunset to stand on my fire escape, ready to let myself fall to my death. I stared at the sky once more taking in the colors and noises of New York then stood at the ladder and fell forward ready for it all to end.
But it didn’t come. Instead you felt yourself being swung from the left side and go higher as if you were flying. You opened your eyes to see Spiderman holding onto your waist as he looked for an empty place to settle both of you.
As you felt your feet land on the ground you felt a force and then your body being pushed to the wall hearing ‘thwip’ and other sounds. You opened your eyes and look down to see yourself webbed to a wall on an apartment.
You sobbed to yourself as you stared at the ground below your feet. The second you jumped you regretted it, there were other ways to fixing your problems, and suicide wasn’t one of them
You watched as the masked hero paced around muttering things to himself. He then stopped and looked at you. “Why?” He asked, his voice cracking slightly. “How could you do this to me? How could you do it to your family, to everyone in your life who cares so much about you?”
You couldn’t help but let he puzzled expression on your face show, what did he mean by you choice affecting him? You then realized everything.
The body language.
The body shape.
How he was always running off somewhere.
Or when he came to school with a bruise.
“Peter?” You looked at him, feeling your insides break at the thought of hurting someone else. You thought if you weren’t alive maybe you’d be doing good for the world. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” You started to sob again as he came rushing over taking the webs off and hugging you as you fell to the ground.
He held you shoulder length apart and looked at you straight in the eyes. “You ARE loved.”
“Thanks for coming over,” Kara said as she placed a hot cup
of coffee in front of her sister.
“Especially on a Sunday morning…I hope Maggie wasn’t too annoyed that
I’m stealing you away.”
Alex quickly waved it off as she took her first sip. “Mmm…no, she’s fine…sleeping in this
morning…we have plans to meet up for lunch later.” Alex took another sip as she studied her
sister, who was humming while she doctored her own coffee. “Sooo…is the reason I’m over here have
anything to do with the fact that you haven’t stopped smiling since I’ve walked
through the door?”
Kara immediately pressed her lips together as she stirred
her coffee. “Pppfftt…whhaat? I haven’t been….”” Another smile crept through but she tried to
hide it by taking another sip, but as soon as she swallowed another smile
bloomed on her face. “Okay, well…” She cleared her throat as she pushed her
glasses. “Perhaps a little the
reason…okay, the main reason…yes, I’m….” She broke off into a fit of
giggles. “I’m sorry…I’m just…”
“Happy,” Alex finished for her as she smiled herself. “You look happy.” She then narrowed her eyes, studying her
flushed cheeks and toothy grin as she did a cute little swaying dance where she
stood. “Oh….I know that look…did you?”
Kara pressed her lips together tightly, nodding her head
erratically as she let out a little squeak.
“With Mon El?!”
She repeated the excited gesture…lips pressed, giddy
nodding, tiny squeak.
“Of course with Mon El, why would I even ask that, you two
have been playing the cat and mouse game for months, oh my god….” She set her mug down and covered her hands
with hers. “Okay tell me everything,
don’t leave anything out…go.”
They boys had managed to steal a car, if you could even call it that. Steve called Sharon who was kind enough to agree to steal their suits fro them and meet them in a parking garage. Now they were driving in a beat up buggy.
It wasn’t suppose to be this way, you were suppose to fall in love and have this amazing man in your life. But it just wasn’t that way.
Harry filled my heart with so much love, but I didn’t fill his. He used me and never gave anything in return, well what I wanted in return. All ever did was use me for his own pleasure and go be with another girl the next night. It truly broke my heart.
My phone starts to ring striking my attention to it sitting on my nightstand. When I pick it up and squint to see who it is from.
“Can you come over?”
It was a text message from harry asking me to come over, sadly I know exactly what he is asking for. What he always wants fro me. I look at the clock and see that it is 12:38 am. It’s actually pretty early compared to the usual times Harry likes to call me.
“Yes” I respond back to him
I get dressed into something a little more put together but nothing to impressing because what’s the point to impress someone who doesn’t love you. I jump in my car and ride over to his place. He doesn’t live that far away so the ride back and forth isn’t the worst. I pull up and park the car in his drive way. I sneak out of the car and stride my way up to his front door. He always keeps it unlocked when I come over and I just walk right up to his bedroom.
“Glad you came” harry says laying on his sheets just in his boxers
“I’m happy to see you” I say trying to muster up a genuine smile and not wanting to get upset
“Come over here” harry says patting the empty spot next to him
I walk over and before I lay down I strip to just to underwear and bra. I lay with him and instantly Harry rolls on top of me, he starts this my lips and leads down to my neck. We both rid of the rest of our undergarments.
The whole night Harry made me feel so much pleasure I can’t even describe how good. But it isn’t good enough. Isn’t good enough because to me it is making love but to him it’s just a hook up. When I’m getting close to finishing I’m trying to hold back my tears. I feel like I can’t do this anymore. Thankfully it ends a bit sooner then I expected and I last flat against his bed. We sit there in silence till Harry speaks up.
“I got a long day tomorrow, I’m going to bed. Just make sure you lock the door before you leave” harry says pulling the blanket up to his shoulders
“Do you want me to leave?” I asks sounding really confused and kinda shocked
“Sorry y/n I know but I got a long day” harry says not wanting to face me and keeps his eyes closed
“Fine Harry, maybe it’s best that this is the last time than” I says ripping my close back on quickly and walking out his bedroom door
“No y/n don’t be that way, I’ll miss you so much” Harry yells out to me
But when that’s all he said and I kept on making my way to his front door I knew he wouldn’t really miss me. He would find a new girl to replace me and I truly never meant much to him. This man would never love me.
FLAT MESS TO FAB FRO : How I take care of my hair
04/07/2014 ► 07/30/2015
A post about -almost-
everything about my hair ! In this post, you’ll be able to know
the phases I’ve been through to get my hair all healthy, then my hair
– Going Natural
used to hate my curly hair, like most of curly girls I would say. My
cousin offered me a straightener for my 14th
birthday and made me swear to use it for special events only. It was
the case, though. I’ve used it for my birthday, it was my first time
ever seeing my hair all straight and flat like pastas. But, people at
school were complimenting me on my long straight dark hair, saying
how much I look better. These same people used to bully me because of
my natural curly hair, and the fact that I was half Black (it was a
catholic school where I was the only « person
of colour »),
but that’s another
story. I was so happy
to receive COMPLIMENTS from people who were hating on me since day
one, to see these White boys trying to approach me in a seducing way
and all, asking me to hang out…you know, that I began to straighten
my hair once to twice a week.
moved to another city, a bigger city in fact where there were much
more diversity. But, every Black or Mixed girl was
straightening/relaxing their hair, wearing straight weave.
graduated to High School. Unfortunetely, it was a little High School
-but its reputation was really good-. One more time, I was one of the
rare coloured person. During my first year, I realised that my hair
was damaged. But I wouldn’t let my curls take a rest. I’ve cut my
hair -not that much
comparing to my big chop-,
it was my first time ever cutting my hair. My hair was wayyyy more
healthier, but I couldn’t let my curls appear.
I was 16, I began to be more curious about things that were
surrounding me. I began to be curious about my African side, that
I’ve always wanted to deny. I’ve fallen in love with my own culture,
and since that moment I started to embrace my Black features more
than ever. I decided to stop using my straightener during Summer
2013. But it was too late, my hair was fried to the max. My hair was
kind of straight, but in a really mysterious way … my curls were
non-existent, my hair was flat, wavish, my ends were horrible. I
realised the impact of 2 years of trying to hide my beautiful curls.
I didn’t know what to do! I didn’t know how to take care of that mess
that was on my head ! Then, back to school, I wanted to get a pixie
haircut in order to start all over again. I couldn’t trust the
hairdressers of my city; they were White, and didn’t know anything
about Afro Hair. Everytime I would visit one of them, I could see
their faces looking at my hair like “how am I supposed to style
that shit ?”, literally. Nobody in my family wanted to cut my hair,
saying how I will regret it after. I started to transition SERIOUSLY;
I was doing homemade protein masks once a week, then I was using the
which was awesome on my poor curls who were struggling to pop. I was
using a really special technique to curl my hair while
transitionning. I was using a handband,
placing it on my head, and I would just wrap my hair arround it. If
you want to try it, you should be able to find loads of tutorials on
YouTube. The results went quickly, I was really happy. But not as
quickly as I wanted. In February 2014, I decided to pass the step of
the big chop, finally ! I just took my pair of scissors and cut my
hair quite randomly to be honest, hopefully the shape was pretty nice
! I went to my bathroom to wash my hair… right after, my curls were
popping like … damn ! I was so surprised, I didn’t even know my
“real curls” were looking like that, even though they were a
little weak and not as tight as now. At this point, I was altering
between protein and moisture. But my hair was so short, I was too …
“shy”… to appear with my hair down in public. It was still
pretty flat, but my curls were alive and almost healthy ! I was
always wearing various protective styles, except the week-end. Until
July, my hair has grown and was easier to “assume”, if you want
to. Plus, my curls were tighter. In August, my hair was completely
healthy, and beautifuuuul. I was so happy. Since August, I’m just
letting my hair grow. But, as you can see, I don’t have that much
tips for my ladies who are transitionning. I was just waiting mostly,
using some proteine and moisture, but that’s all.
By the way, I really advise you to take pictures every month to really see your evolution. It helps a lot because sometimes we have the impression that there is no evolution but when you look at your pictures you see how far you’ve come !
don’t know where to start so I’ll follow my instinct… sorry if it’s
a little messy. Lol.
I do monthly :
: I make my masks. I
don’t buy them. Except for the Hair
Mayonnaise that I was
using while transitionning but I don’t use it anymore. I just use 2eggs
with Olive Oil to
do my protein mask.
When it comes to the moisture,
I use Yogurt,
and drops of Lemon
Juice to make my hair
shines. I put a plastic bag on my head, with 2 beanies (LOL yeah I
look really ridiculous when doing that) to assures some heat and make
my hair infuse all the good nutriments. When it’s time to wash my
hair, I do it with cold
water. When there is
nothing left on my hair, I rince my hair using Mineral
Water with 1
or 2 tablespoon of Vinegar Cidar.
Your hair may smell a little, but when you’ll use your products after
the smell will be gone.
my hair : Well, I
don’t do it monthly. I do it between 2 to 4 months. When I feel the
need to, to be honest. I’m so lazy when it comes to do that.
Personally, I love to twist my hair with some Coconut
Oil on my hands and
cut the end, which should be “thiner”.
my scalp : At the end
of the month, I like to massage my scalp with Coconut Oil, to remove
all the dirt on my scalp (and it’s also soooo relaxing). After that,
I shampoo my hair using the Shampoing
Sunshine Clean Citron Grenade
by Les Secrets De Loly,
I stay a long time massaging my scalp again before focusing on my
hair to remove all the products that it could have accumulate during
the month. After that, your hair and your scalp is all pure and ready
for another month !
I do weekly :
: I co-wash once to
twice a week. I’ve just remarked that I tend to wash my hair more on
Sunday and Wednesday. But, sometimes I do it another day, depending
on the circumstances. I usually do it the evening, so I can let my
hair airdry and pineapple it to stretch it, and be ready the next
morning. That’s the best option for me, personally. I don’t wash my
hair and my body at the same time. I start with my hair. I just bend
over my bathtub, so my head is “reversed” (I do the same thing
when I wash my mask, by the way). I do this because I want to avoid
having spots on my back, because the products you use stay on your
skin and the back is the space I tend to forget sometimes while
taking a shower. I don’t touch my hair, I don’t try to detangle them
before applying the Too
I let the products on my hair for few minutes before detangling my
hair using my fingers, simply, or a wide tooth comb when I find it,
lol. I rince with cold water. Then, I crunch my hair and put a
t-shirt as a turban on my head. I let my hair dry a little in it, so
during that time I can wash my body, wash my face, do my make up, put
my clothes… After that, I can apply my Lait
by Les Secrets
a little bit of Confident
blended with Rockin
both from Jessicurl,
and seal everything with some Oil (Almond,
it depends of my mood,lol). Then, I let it airdry. When my hair is
like 90% I like to use a blowdryer (not hot) while shaking my head,
to not have my roots “stuck” to my scalp, and encourage the
volume of my hair. After that, I can use a pick and comb through my
roots to maximise the volume. Et voilà !
I do everyday :
my hair before sleeping :
This is my technique to sleep while not crunching my poor curls
against my pillows, since I move a lot when I sleep. I just take a
satin scarf that I wrap arround my head and I tie it on the front. I
helps stretching my hair, and the next morning my hair is longer and
even bigger !
my fro :
After the night, comes the morning, when your fro has been enduring
all your movements during the night. To refresh my fro, all I do is
putting some cold water on my hands, then I -kind of- massage my
scalp. After that, my hands still a little wet so I take advantage of
that to reshape quickly my fro and the wild curls. Finally, I put
some moisture back on my hair, but not too much because I don’t want
the products to weight down on my hair. I spray my hair with cold
water lightly, I put my Lait
by Les Secrets
and my favourite oil in my fro, especially the “outer” curls
which tends to be drier than the rest.
Hope I didn’t forget anything … I hope it was clear too !
Could you do a Lydia x Deaf!Reader imagine? Like Lydia is drawn to her because she’s not scared of her voice/scream (bc she obviously can’t hear it) but then falls in love with her?
(A/N): Fun fact! , I have a friend that is also deaf, and he told me that he was going to teach me how to sign so we could gossip in secret, I fucking love that guy <3
Being deaf wasn’t easy, but you manage to live like a normal kid would. Your parents had taught you since an early age how to read lips and sign language, and the school that you were currently studying was also very supportive. Your friends were also pretty cool and learn sign language only for you. Everything was okay in your life, well except for the fact that you were deaf but other than that, everything was fine. Until one day, your life took a turn of events.
You were on one of your friend’s house, it was pretty late, your friend insisted you to stay cause it was dangerous to walk around at this hour, but you weren’t scared, you can defend yourself. you were planning to went directly to your home, but it was a beautiful night for just go home, so you went for a walk instead. And that was a really bad idea.
I think I liked you better when you didn’t have knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 43 - Dont be late back, ok? We might just miss you
When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…
[Blake takes Mia down to the canteen, where a familiar face comes by to see them…]
Chapter 43 - Don’t be late back, ok? We might just miss you
(Warning : MAJOR Daddy!Negan fluff *squeal*)
Blake and Mia, with both of them now up, bathed and dressed, walked down the corridor, Mia babbling into the tall, caramel-woman’s ear as they did so.
Negan had been gone by the time Blake and Mia had exited the bathroom, twenty or so minutes ago, which Blake was pretty thankful for. As it had been difficult enough to contend with a naughty little toddler, let alone a grown man flirting with her the entire time too!
Blake smiled to herself.
The teeny girl was now, a little while later, balanced on Blake’s hip, with one sticky hand on her shoulder.
“…I don’ liyk tha cwoclat miwk wif tha’ bunny on…” she said in a sweet-little voice, talking about nothing in particular. “…I liyk tha cow won.”
Blake smiled, more to herself than to Mia, glancing up at her.
“Is that what you Mom likes to give you?” Blake asked in a gentle tone.
But Mia just blinked, squirming in the blonde woman’s arms.
“Noh, I don’ av Mommy, onwy Amy. She mai frend,” said the teeny toddler, matter-of-factly, looking around the corridor interestedly. “Bry-yan is mai frend too…”
Blake at this gave a small frown, titling her head.
“And are they the ones who take care of you?” she asked in a slow, quiet tone, her heart beating faster now…although she didn’t quite know why.
But Mia promptly replied.
“Yesh, I baby den…” she said with a small nod, her chubby hand moving up to fiddle with Blake’s hair. “…naw I’m growd,”