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To My Naturals,

Here’s a thread where you can post your hair care routine, what products you use, what products you hate/cant use, what hair type you have + (like 3a of whatever ad if you have is thin, coarse, etc), what vitamins you take for your hair, etc.

I, along with a lot of other girls (and possibly guys too), need help!


-I take 10,000 mcg Biotin daily (I started wit like 3000/5000 mcg Biotin September 2014 and I have used 10,000 mcg for almost 2 years tho)

- I wash my hair once a week ( I don’t wear my curls out often because EVERYONE and their mom likes to touch my hair)

- I have like 3a/3b/3c hair (Lord I don’t know)

- My hair is thin, the biotin helped with length and strength

- I have always had long hair, but it was poorly color treated in 2013 so I did a big chop in April 2014

- My hair is currently bra strap length (the longest it ever was, was waist length in 2011/2012; I'm 4′9″/4′10″)

- I used Mane and Tail from September 2014 to November 2015, It was good but it didn't define my hair good, it has sulfates in the shampoo, lots of slip for detangling

- I used the Organix Brazilian Keratin shampoo and condition from April 2014 to September 2014 (I didn’t like how it made my hair hard)

- I currently use: Shea Moisture Jamaican Black Castor Oil “Strengthen, Grow & Restore Shampoo”, Shea Moisture Coconut & Hibiscus “Curl and Shine Conditioner”,  Shea Moisture Jamaican Black Castor Oil “Strengthen, Grow & Restore Leave-in Conditioner”, Coconut Oil for sealing (I used to oversaturate my hair, it works really good for moisture)

- I use a silicone scalp massager (not the vibrating one, I bought mine for less than $2 on eBay)

- I deep condition before i flat iron my hair ( aka twice this year) and like rarely beyond that [ I KNOW I NEED TO DO BETTER, I don’t know….]

- I did a pure ACV deep condition for my dandruff/dry scalp and so far no flakes (did it on 8/10/16), apparently it’s really good for acne, losing weight, dry/itchy scalp, getting shiny hair, pH balancing your scalp, etc)

- I want to do pure Jamaican Black Castor Oil massages on my scalp (you just pour some of it on your hands and massage it in every day using your fingers or the scalp massager thingy for like 2-5 minutes)

- I want to do some deep conditioning (im very cheap so like… I have ACV, Coconut, eggs, and water, what can i do with that? I also have honey…)

- I used the OKAY Shea Ultra Moisturizing Shampoo and Conditioner but it left my scalp drier than it has ever been and my hair very tangled

- I want to wear my natural hair out more often instead of combing it out and stretching it. I would probably have to wash my hair twice a week for that tho)

- I do not use gel or like gel. I do not slick down my hair

- I use t-shirts for drying my hair

- I only use a wide tooth comb, no brushes

- I only flat iron my hair 1-3 times a year ( only special occasions)

- I don’t eat healthy ( I barely drink water and I only eat during school bc homework takes forever. I tried eating vegatables and I realized that I aint about that life)

Any tips for me??? Please leave your routine and what you do for your hair!

The Magic of Citrus

I’ve been quite lucky to have to never deal with dandruff. It’s one of those things that I thank God for never blessing me with. However, the past couple of weeks I’ve been using a shampoo that hasn’t really been doing me well. It work fine, post shower. My hair feels silky and soft, the problem it creates happens the next day. When I wake up in the morning, I feel the need to wash my hair almost immedietly because my just washed hair, now has dandruff and just typing it out is making me cringe and make the EWWWWW face. But c'mon, it’s something we’ve all dealt with so everyone can just calm down.Obviously this isn’t something I want to deal with, so I’ve found a solution to this annoying problem. 

The solution comes in the form of lime. Yup, lime. I’m not going to go into the science of why it works, all I know is the citric acid contained in lemon and lime does some sort of magic trick to combat dandruff. There are many ways in which you can incorporate lime/lemon into your haircare routine, such as mixing it in with some coconut oil and massaging your scalp with it, you can mix a little bit of lemon juice in lukewarm water and bring it with you in the shower and just rinse your hair with it or you can do it the old fashioned way, which is the way I do it. 

All I do is cut up two limes in half and then divide up my hair into 4-5 sections. I then rub the lime directly onto my scalp while also squeezing out the juice and just lightly massaging with my fingers. Once this is done, just let it sit for 10-15 minutes. You’ll be left with a headful of lemon pulp and it won’t look very pretty, but trust me, it does the trick. 

Last step is to just rinse it off in the shower. I don’t use shampoo when I do this treatment, just because I feel like it would wash away the juices I worked so hard to incorporate into my scalp, however if you’re doing a hot oil treatment, then I definitely recommend washing and rinsing otherwise that beautiful mane of yours will just look slicker than an oil spill (10,000 points to all of you who got that reference). 

Once you come out of the shower, just go about drying and brushing your hair as you would. Not only does this treatment (done the way I do it) get rid of dandruff, but after my hair was dry, I was left with the most voluminous and silky hair, ever. Not only that, but because my hair is colored, I found that the lime helped to bring out the color so much more

So basically, lime and/or lemon is a magical fruit and it will change the life of your hair. I highly recommend using this treatment once a week if you suffer from a legitimate dandruff problem, but if it is just an occasional issue and/or you’re looking for a butt load of volume, then definitely try this once or twice a month. 

Also, one last tip. Microwave your lime/lemon for 30 seconds for maximum juice power. It makes squeezing out the juice a lot easier and it allows for more plumpy pulps. 

Hope this helps all of you! 

Ishaba xx. 

anonymous asked:

owen and amelia baking but end up in a food fight (fluffy)

The Hot Mess Cupcakes

Sorry, it got a little off topic.

Set in my Ryan/Owen/Amelia universe. 13th February 2015.

“This is stupid,” Amelia grumbled as she sat in front of the oven, staring down the cupcakes, “How are you supposed to make tasty cupcakes if they need to be gluten free, vegan and have no nuts or milk in them.” They’re never going to rise!” She folded her arms and pouted as she waited for the cupcakes to not look like slob. “Stupid kids with their stupid illnesses…”

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Are there witches incorporating magic in their hair care?

When I twist my hair I use that for short term binding spells

When I untwist my hair I use that for curse reversals

Wash day is a part of my cleansing rituals

Almost all of hair care products have almond, so I use that for general love glamours

I use lavender water as my liquid for the LOC method, so my ‘hair’ spells are cleansed and based with lavender.

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Another night Tumblr is having trouble uploading my pictures. I don’t know why it loves giving me so much grief over this. It’ll work it self out in sure.
Happy 4th to my fellow terrifed American followers. A firework just scared the pants off of me. Today has been a very aucceasfjl, patriotic day.
I slept well. Woke up at 8 and played in Tumblr until almost 9. Got a shower and washed my hair. Thought about breakfast and didn’t have any.
I watched tv. And I made a half a pizza around 11. I watched more tv. I finally soldered those rings I made the other day. I’m very pleased with them. I will start photographing them this week I think. Get them up on etsy along with the rest of the dioramas.
Around lunch time I went out to the park with Sweetp. He was a bit freaked out and cried the whole walk down the hall. But he was good when we got out there. To many dogs and people for him to want to run around but we sat and got some sun and that was nice.
We headed in and I texted Niky to see if we were still in to hang out and see fireworks. She said we could get together with Alex and a few other mfa people later in the day and that sounded wonderful.
I spent the rest of the afternoon poking around my apartment. I applied for a few more jobs. I also emailed some apartments to explain my situation and see if they would be willing to work with me. I’m almost positive I will need my parents to cosign. And talking to the other former mfas tonight that’s what all of them had to do as well.
Around 4 I fell asleep. This was not a planned nap. I was just overheated and needed it apparently.
I woke up at 5 and Niky had texted me that they were at the coffee shop down the street. And I was lucky that even though that was an hour ago they were still there enjoying the a.c..
I cleaned myself up and biked over. We chatted and it was nice. Then we headed over to one of the few places that was open and got ramen. I read the menu wrong and thought it was really expensive but thankfully I misread and it was a quarter of the price I thought it was. Now I have a meal for tomorrow because ramen is way to much food for me.
It was good though. And I had a lot of fun hanging out with them. They’re all really smart.
But it was hot out and there were hours to kill until fireworks.
We walked over to the Asian super market but they were closed. So over to the Mexican market where we got drinks and Alex bought me a churro.
We walked to his apartment and chilled by his fan. Watched some my brother my brother and me. Laughed to much. All pet his cat, named wifi, at the same time. The apartment stressed me out a little because there’s so much stuff everywhere because a lot of people live there. But it’s fine. I just know I couldn’t live like that. Which is why I want to continue to live alone.
We went outside and played with sparklers. But Alex burned his hand a little and that sucked. Made him a little weary of using them. But they were real pretty regardless.
We still had time to kill so we walked through the park. Over to CVS to get drinks again. I got coco tacos. I should have just gotten one but whatever.
We headed back and after sitting inside a little while we went out and sat in the grass in the alley way. We had a pretty great view actually of a few different shows.
It was fun telling at when we saw some and complaining about trees and discussing why we like fireworks. And why a picture will never be the same but a painting is even worse.
A little after 10 We all parted ways. I biked home. Had trouble finding a place to put my bike and ended up locking it to the fence. A few others do that but it makes me nervous. nervous. And there were huge fire works going off over head. While beautiful it freaked me out a little.
I got inside and took a quick shower. Ita very warm in here but the fans really help.
Tomorrow I have camp and then I’m hoping to clean and work on my etsy. I hope sleep comes easy. Goodnight everyone.

anonymous asked:

Okay I gotta ask you some hair questions after that post! How long did it take you to grow it out and what hair products do you use?! Like shampoo, conditioner, hair treatments, etc.? It is SO beautiful! :)

Thank you! :) I’ve been growing my hair since 2012 (when I had FRIED hair from bleach and constant straightening/ curling and REALLY short layers) It started getting pretty long in 2014 (like to belly bottom lol) 
Honestly.. instead of using a lot of products.. I did a whole lot of nothing.. I mean growing it out without coloring, almost never curling or straitening,  and not washing my hair everyday. I hardly use it but it makes my hair really soft when I do - 

pasdecendres, this one’s for you, babe! (prompt: haircut)

“No one thinks less of you, ya know.”

Without moving his head, Daryl glanced up from cleaning his crossbow. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was glaring a warning at her. “Whaddya mean?”

“Sleeping inside. Walking around the compound. Showering. Washing your clothes.” She paused for effect. “Cutting your hair.”

“I ain’t cuttin’ it.”

“You don’t have to. I can do it for you,” she offered sweetly, her voice oddly reminiscent of the soccer-mom Carol who traipsed around Alexandria all day.

Now he was glaring, she noted.

“It’s fine. Leave me be.” He went back to fiddling with his weapon.


He looked up at her tone, soft and compassionate and commanding all at once. “It’s not a defeat,” she said gently. “I know you don’t like it here, don’t trust it. I don’t either. But while we’re here, we can use the resources available to us.”

He seemed to consider it for a minute. “You quit buggin’ me if I let you?” he grumbled.

She refrained from smiling. Barely. “Absolutely. Come with me,” she told him before he could change his mind.

She walked down the hall toward the bathroom, grabbing a few towels out of the linen closet on the way. His footsteps shuffled hesitantly down the hallway as she took the hair scissors out of the bathroom drawer.

His presence loomed in the doorway, and one look at his distraught face had her stifling a giggle. “It’s not the end of the world,” she joked.

His glare deepened. “Let’s get this shit over with.” He dropped the lid on the toilet and moved to sit down.

“Umm-ummm, not there.”


“Full treatment spa today for the gentleman,” she teased, turning on the bathtub faucet. She dropped a towel next to the tub. “On your knees.”

He threw her a skeptical look. “Full treatment, huh?”

She smiled sweetly, feigning ignorance. “Come on, this won’t hurt at all. I promise.”

“Already washed my hair.”

She almost laughed at his petulance. “Humor me?” She grabbed the hand-held shower sprayer as she adjusted the water temperature.

“Never had one-a those,” he grumbled as he took off his now-clean vest and dropped to his knees next to the tub.

“Never had one-a my haircuts either,” she charmed him, eyes sparkling. “Head over.”

He sighed heavily for show and leaned over the tub, feeling the heat from her body as she stood close to him, her hip touching his shoulder. He couldn’t see her, his guard completely down, and while it should’ve put him on edge, her proximity soothed him.

She ran her fingers through his hair, the flow of warm water following in their wake, and suddenly he couldn’t think straight. Her fingers sluiced through his wet hair, massaging his scalp, the sensation leaving goose bumps on his flesh and honey in his veins. No one who’d ever touched him—and he could count those on one hand—had ever left him feeling so sated with a single touch. He almost moaned out loud.

“Temperature okay?” she asked softly, her hands working magic on his scalp.

Was she trying to seduce him? He didn’t trust himself to speak, instead choosing to make what he hoped was a mumble in the affirmative.

“Don’t worry. I’ll use the scent-less shampoo,” she assured him, her hands briefly leaving his scalp and him feeling bereft. A moment later, both of her hands made their way through his hair again, slathering the shampoo around, and he closed his eyes, intoxicated by her touch. Her fingertips massaged his scalp in soothing circles, and it was all he could do to keep from sliding down onto the floor in a molten mess of limbs. After several moments, a stream of hot water hit his neck, its tendrils snaking their way over his head until his scalp was awash in warmth and Carol-touches. He shivered in ecstasy.

“Not so bad, hmm?” she murmured, turning the water off.

He missed the warmth of her hands, but a moment later she placed a towel over his head and continued her massaging through the material. God, she was good. Not ten minutes in, and she had him ready to surrender his weapons and fall at her feet for another few seconds of her ministrations.

“Okay,” she said with finality, her hand trailing down his neck onto his back. “All done with that.”

He lethargically straightened, the damp towel draped around his shoulders, his body languid and eyes heavy.

She brushed his hair back from his face, much like she’d done in that meadow, though then his body’d been on shut-down, starving and dehydrated and heartbroken over their losses and his inability to provide. But this moment thrummed with anticipation, her touches less hesitant, his body more responsive, on high-alert with her standing so close to him.

“You okay?”

She really didn’t know what she was doing to him. Wrecking all of his carefully constructed barriers with whisper-soft touches and innocent words. “Mmm,” he barely mumbled. He swung around to sit on the edge of the tub.

She grabbed the comb from the counter and started gently tugging it through his hair. He closed his eyes again, content to let her do whatever she wanted as long as she didn’t stop touching him.

“I wish you could see.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, finding it difficult to form words with her hands still on him. He heard a snipping sound and knew she’d begun trimming his hair. He couldn’t remember now why he’d cared so much about it before. He’d have signed up for this a thousand times over if he’d known what a haircut from her entailed. “See what?”

She paused so long he thought maybe he’d imagined he’d spoken, the snipping sound the only thing filling the pregnant silence.

“That you’re not alone. No one’s going to leave you. Least of all me,” she promised. He wanted to pretend he didn’t know what she was talking about, but they both knew he did. Her words fell over him like an effervescent balm, leaving him tingly and raw. “You matter, ya know. To all of us. Don’t ever think you don’t.”

Was he really so easy to read? With anyone else, he’d have felt embarrassment creep over him and doubt enter his mind.

But not with her.

“You’re my family,” she continued, her voice heavy with sincerity. “I don’t care who comes along or where we end up. You’re stuck with me.”

Of their own volition, his hands found her waist and held her still in front of him. He opened his heavy-lidded eyes and raised them to meet hers. “Never stuck,” he affirmed, heat in his eyes and fire in his touch.

“So we’re good, then.”

He couldn’t tell if it was a question or a statement, and a moment later she flicked her fingers through his shortened hair, her eyes following her movements. “Much better.”

He loosened his grip on her waist but didn’t let go, and when her gaze locked on his again a teasing glint had taken over. “Told you I’d hose you down.”

His eyes turned dark. “And I told you you look ridiculous in them clothes.”

“Then I guess you better take them off me, hmmm?” she looked at him expectantly.

His hands began working the buttons on her shirt. “As you wish,” he breathed.

Pay to Play

Chapter Two

Charlotte Green is a shy and studious medic student living in London struggling to pay the bills; she joins a ‘sugar daddy’ website and gets selected by none other than Tom Hiddleston, a notorious bachelor and extremely wealthy City solicitor, with a few little kinks.

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I learned quickly that Tom is not a patient man. He gave me a grand total of two days breathing space between our ‘agreement’ and our first ‘date’. I also learned that Tom does not text. Ever. Which, of course, meant that I had to call him any time I wanted a chat- not that that was ever likely to happen voluntarily. His phone call concerning our date was curt and largely bare of instructions; all I had to do was be ready for 3pm sharp. I had no clue what he had in mind, or how long it was going to take. I woke up especially early the morning of, even though it was a Saturday, to get some much needed studying fitted in. I got so carried away that I completely forgot about lunch, and really anything but my assignment.

It wasn’t until I heard my flatmate, Saranya, staggering loudly into our cupboard-sized bathroom that I remembered: time. I dived for my phone and began hyperventilating when the digits 14:27 winked back at me. I was still in my raggedy Snoopy pajamas, my hair was in dire need of a thorough lathering and honestly, I couldn’t set foot outside the flat without a bit of makeup on my tired face.

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This week on, Caroline writes tooth-rotting fluff, Happy Birthday @heszayn :)

“Zayn, stop moving!”

“But I want to see, you’re too quiet it’s freaking me out!”

“I’m quiet because i’m trying to do it proper, so stop moving.”


Zayn crosses his arms in front of his naked torso from where he sits on the bathroom counter, an equally shirtless Liam stands in front of him with latex gloves and a concentrated frown upon his pretty features. He can’t help the way his lips instantly pout and how his brows turns down into a frown. 

Liam’s so careful, putting only a little bit of pink hair dye on the brush and softly applying it on Zayn’s blond tips. His bottom lip is stucked behind his teeth and his bushy eyebrows are moving in the cutest way, like this is the most important and serious business he ever did.

Zayn told him he could ask his mum to do it or one of his sisters the next time they drop by for a visit but Liam insisted on doing it himself, that “it would look proper sick for your next music video, babe.”  

He is a bit nervous though, no matter how he trust and love his boyfriend, Liam never did this before. A part of him knows that Liam always tries his best when he does something, that he is such a perfectionist that everything is going to be fine in the end (probably). The other part of him though, is a bit scared that his hair would turned some ugly orange shade and that he is gonna look like a pumpkin for days. 

“Wipe that pout off of your face. It’s looking great so far.”

“Who knew that hair dresser was also on the list of your incredible talents,” Zayn says, and he can’t help but scratch at the trail of golden blond hair going down under the waistband of Liam’s sweatpants. It’s just there tempting him, he’s only human and he needs to touch. He loves the way he can see goosebumps raising on Liam’s skin as soon as he touches him, love the way he always reacts so beautifully. 

“Stop teasing or I’m gonna dye your eyebrows pink too.”

“I would look like a fairy.”

Liam stops, holding the brush away from Zayn’s hair and he leans down to press one soft kiss against his lips. Everything is pink, the hair dye in the bowl next to them, Zayn’s hair (hopefully), their lips, their tongues meeting each other’s, the fireworks behind Zayn’s eyelids whenever they kiss.

“You always look like you’re straight out of a fairy tale anyway,” Liam speaks those words with his lips pressed against Zayn’s jaw and he leaves one last kiss there before resuming his work.

“Aaaw you’re such a sap, Leeyum,” Zayn softly rests his hands on Liam’s waist then, enjoying the warmth of his skin under his hands that are always a bit cold. He needs to touch him all the time, he can’t help it, really. Liam jumps a little at the contact but he takes a step closer to Zayn anyway, “You love it.”

I love you’ he thinks, but as an answer, Zayn only slips a few cold fingers under Liam’s pants, resting them just above his ass and his skin is even warmer there. He waits for Liam to turn and put a bit more of hair dye on the brush to drop a soft kiss on Liam’s chest, on top of his heart and he is in love with how it instantly put a smile on Liam’s face. 

“I’m almost done.”

“I think I’m gonna need some help to wash my hair, you know. That shower’s so big I might get lost.” It is though. He think they could fit at least five in there without problem. 

Liam snorts, applying the final touch to Zayn’s hair and he shakes his head, whispering, “You’re such a idiot.”

Zayn then repeats Liam’s word from earlier, “You love it.”

Liam puts the final touch to Zayn’s hair, dropping the brush back in the bowl, now almost empty. He removes the gloves before taking Zayn’s face in his big, warm hands and pulling him in for a lingering kiss. It’s smells like chemicals, and latex but under it all, there is Liam’s smell, and the way he looks down at him when he says, “Yeah, I do.”

anonymous asked:

How did you manage to grow your hair that long? No split ends? I just had to cut 11cm of mine and they weren't even that long. Do you have any tips for taking care of hair?

Well I kindaaaaa have some advice. I haven’t had a hair cut in almost 4 years! I wash my hair once a week or 2. I let it get reaaaaally oily and gross and wear hats 😂 I used to put Moroccan oil in it everyday aaaaand I use a padded brush and massage my scalp whenever I brush it. And yeah that’s what I do really! I only straighten it when I really NEED to. So I only ever have good hair days every now and again because most of the time it’s locked up in a oil bun under a dirty hat kept safe 😂

Look guys, I’ve wanted to respond more, but I’m stuck in bed at a too-sick-to-internet level, while trying to get in to take care of the complications I’ve been experiencing with my neurological issues this week.  

Like most of my other shots, this photo was taken using a timer set to repeat on my phone, then later filtered using VSCO Cam. I hadn’t showered , hadn’t washed my hair in almost a week (which is normal for me because it’s just too much work) and wasn’t wearing makeup (again, pretty normal). This is par for the course in most of my shots.  What was unusual for this particular shot is that my body was covered in sores that made the attending doctor jump back, and that I couldn’t really lift my right arm much. But I could have my phone running from the chair, then counter when it fell forward in the chair) for the 2-3 minutes before the doctor came into the room. Setting it down and walking over to the stool & gurney provided a bunch of shots from which to choose. Later, when I felt a little better, I filtered it. Heavily, because bodily sores. 

Feel free to use this method for your own #hospitalglam shots, if it makes it easier. I like it because it is the least stress possible, and I don’t have to think about how I look because, like most of the photos we see that are used to sell a weird aspirational version of our lives to us, it’s a constructed image. 

Construct your own images.  I promise, you are gorgeous. Looking a certain way does not invalidate the experiences you are having. 



Purling Hiss - Almost Washed My Hair (by earthless1990)

*took this almost 3 three weeks ago after I washed my hair so excuse the towel on my head*

This is me. This is my body. Unedited, and unfiltered. I have belly fat, love handles, arm fat, big thighs, a big waist, a muffin top, a big ass, cellulite, and stretch marks. Want to know something? I love it. I love my body just the way it is and I’m more than happy with it. My past partners have and still do love my body.

On Tumblr I see a lot of Anti-sjws (aka, the same group I fight alongside with) condemning bigger and thicker guys and girls because they see us as gross, unhealthy, a nusience to society, lazy, fat, worthless, and ugly. The only “body positivity” they tend to promote is body shamming, and the illusion that you must eat healthy and excercise to actually be able to love yourself fully.

I’m here to tell you that that is absolute HORSE SHIT. I see that SJWs try (keyword TRY) to promote loving yourself and loving the body that you’re in no matter what. They for once have actually made me feel better about myself while the very same people I fight alongside with make me feel like the biggest piece of shit on Earth.

But I’ll tell you this. I thank you anti-sjws for that. Why? Because you assholes made me realize that your opinion on my body and weight hold no power. You assholes made me love myself even more. You assholes made me love my belly fat, muffin top, cellulite, arm fat, big thighs, stretch marks, big ass, big waist and all. You assholes made me realize that your disgusting comments are no way professional.

You assholes are my biggest inspiration for flaunting my body the way I’ve been way to scared to do for so many years.

Thank you so much you assholes for making me have the confidence to love my body the way it is and never change💕☺️

This is a message to EVERYONE who feels down and insecure about your body. Don’t. You have the right to feel comfortable with yourself and love yourself for you. Love the skin you’re in and BE HAPPY YOU LOVELY DOLLS💕🎉

Oh and for the Anti-sjws, the very people I fight alongside with, KISS MY FAT ASS. You’ve OFFICIALLY lost one of your own for good. Don’t ever expect me to ever call myself that cancerous label again. Peace out🙌🏽👌🏼🖕🏼