curl texture

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I’ve been natural for three years now and I wanted to do a collage of some of my favorite hairstyles over time.
After I big chopped in 2013, my hair grew like crazy. It’s possible.
I’m thinking of cutting it again actually.
Anyway l, hope you guys enjoy and even are inspired to transition to natural… embrace ya natural and love what grows from YOUR scalp.
It’s amazing.
If you need any help with your hair, hit me up.
I’m not a guru, but, I know some shit.

Love yourz.
-B♥️

redpikmanred  asked:

Please indulge us on those Julia hc, if you may

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  • Julia “Wood Splitter” Waxmen-Burnsides 
  • Well, there is my personal one of Julia’s class being a Ranger
  • Her specialties are a long bow, throwing axes and tree climbing
  • She works for her father as his lumberjack and she’s amazing at it (I like to think Railsplitter reminds Magnus of Julia)
  • Basically Julia does all the heavy lifting for her dad and loves it
  • Her favorite animals were dogs and horses; while Magnus’s were bears and jellyfish (she totally gave him weird looks)
  • Julia had a hunting dog (the older dog at the end with Johann) who was her loyal companion and the best man at their wedding his name was Hunter
  • Magnus and Julia are both terrible at naming things
  • Julia proposed to Magnus “The Hammer” Burnsides first
  • The gazebo they were married in was one of many things they built together
  • While Magnus was away to Neverwinter, Julia and her father were clearing out an area of the woods just outside of Raven’s Roost where Julia wanted to build their forever home
  • Julia doesn’t stay put; she’s constantly on horseback when she’s not working, exploring the wild as much as she can
  • Magnus has crazy sideburns but give me Julia with extremely textured, full curls like a fucking majestic mane of hair
  • She smells like maple, all the time
  • She has a smile that lights the room and a fist that can knock anyone’s lights out
  • Julia fought along side Magnus, best believe she probably saved his ass a few times
  • I completely believe, Magnus let Calen escape, as a hero a corrupt politician is hardly murder worthy, if it was Julia she would have killed Calen right then and there. 
  • Julia taught Magnus how to make trash wine with old fruit
  • Julia has amazing aim almost never misses (Julia rolls the real 20s) 
  • Julia would have named their first (son) Julius or their first (daughter) Magnolia 
  • Alternatively: Tree names were totally on the table

AMAZING LACE - model: Jourdan Dunn & Anais Mali - photography: Victor Demarchelier - fashion editor / styling: Jillian Davison - hair: David Von Cannon - makeup: Sir John - Glamour June 2017

  • on Dunn: Louis Vuitton sweater, pants & sunglasses - on Mali: Dior top & bra
  • beauty note: for textured curls, try Garnier Fructis Curl Shape Defining Spray Gel

thesleepydaydreamer  asked:

Every word spoken by your soulmate appears somewhere on your body. Obi isn’t obsessed by the words but he will spend hours murmuring sweet nothings, eyes shut in content, so Ani can trace them as they appear and fade on his skin. Ani on the other hand will pin Obi, chin resting in the dip of Obi’s stomach, repeatedly saying his own name just to see ‘Anakin’ appear on Obi’s skin, marking the redhead as his, disappointed only by how quickly they sink into pale skin and disappear. (Obikin)

Smiling a bit, Obi-Wan gave a soft hum as he was rolled onto his back and pressed to the bed by a taller and somewhat heavier body, a chin settling into his stomach just a bit above his groin with arms twining around his thighs, carefully but tightly pinning him.

He cracked open an eye to peer down at the blue eyes staring right back at him before slowly reaching up with a sleepy yawn and stroking the blond curls, feeling the greasy texture of it.

He was too tired to make more then a grimace at the sensation but didn’t stop petting Anakin much to the others obvious pleasure.

“Welcome home…” He mumbled.

“Thank you.” Anakin gently nosed his navel. “Now go back to sleep Obi-Wan. You need your sleep.” He hummed, smiling when the other made a grouchy little mewling noise as he continued his sleepy petting of Anakin’s hair until he really did fall asleep again.

Once Obi-Wan’s hand flopped down on the bed, Anakin flickered his eyes to the plains of white stomach illuminated by the light of Coruscant that shone in through their bedroom window, slowly tracing the lines of his chest and the faint scattering of red chest hairs the other was covered with.

“…Anakin.”

Blooming over his sternum in black elegant letters, his name appeared on Obi-Wan’s skin.

With a grin and a little lip lick, Anakin repeated his name a few more times just to see them, mourning the sight as they faded one by one after a few seconds.

“Anakin Skywalker.” The letters, dark and bold, covered the expanse of Obi-Wan’s upper arm down to his elbow.

“Ani.” He grinned when those letters appeared right above Obi-Wan’s navel and leaned up a bit, pressing a soft kiss to the skin and the letters and sighing in happiness despite them fading.

Perhaps one day Obi-Wan would consider his name as a tattoo but…

To be frank…

With his name appearing like this on Obi-Wan’s skin, Anakin didn’t need that.

He shifted a bit, moving slowly up until he loomed over Obi-Wan and carefully settled down on top of him so not to wake him.

Obi-Wan’s own personal soulmate blanket.

()()()

Humming a bit, Obi-Wan eyed the ceiling before glancing towards the fresher where he could hear Anakin come out of the shower.

A small smile slowly crossed his face before he closed his eyes and arranged his thoughts, brushing mental fingers against Anakin’s shields for his attention.

In the fresher, in front of the mirror, Anakin raised his head with a curious noise before grinning when black letters started to appear all over his caramel toned skin, stroking a few letters of a word he didn’t understand but could guess the meaning of.

Soft words, full of tenderness when he could listen to them but this was as good, watching Obi-Wan’s affectionate words appear on his skin.

Sweetheart.

Beloved.

Knight of my heart.

Ani, beautiful Ani.

He traced the little nickname on his neck with a mech finger then blinked when a long trail started going down his stomach, laughing as he awkwardly tried to read them.

Treasure of my soul, water of my heart.

Smiling softly, Anakin rested his hand over the fading letters. “…He does know how to charm me…” He chuckled softly then outright laughed at the next letters.

I know sweet Ani.

anonymous asked:

Jamilton 92?

There was a party at the dead of winter at 1780 Albany Road, where one of the largest houses on the street was emptied of adults and filled with college students raging over cheap booze and loud music. “Daddy said not to have people over while he’s out of town.” Peggy screamed over the music as Angelica and Eliza stared down at the hundreds of people gathered for their end of the fall term party. 

“Daddy doesn’t need to know.” Angelica purred, deciding to join the crowd when Maria Cosway walked across the living room to the kitchen. Angelica found her chance to ask out the pretty art student.

“Daddy said no boys are allowed!” She urged as Eliza shook her head and booped Peggy’s nose lovingly. 

“Like I said you’re free to go to your room and hide out for the rest of the night.” The middle sister said to her youngest sister who was a freshman in college. “If you do join, you best not touch the alcohol.” 

“Then whats the point of me even being part of this.” Peggy rolled her eyes and grumpily took off to her room. Peggy didn’t need to be part of the party anyway. She sat up in her room for sometime, hearing the rumble of feet coming up and down the stairs. Peggy had opened up youtube and started looking over make up gurus when her door opened and a very pale and dazed looking man with large, mane like hair hiccuped. 

“Where is your bathroom?” 

“Two doors down.” She motioned and without a thanks he left in a hurry. After five minutes her door opened again, this time to a familiar face. “Alleeex, tell me you brought me some beer.” 

“Pegleg I love you, but you’re under age.” Not that had stopped Alex when he was eighteen. “Also Angelica is in the kitchen, I don’t want to give her a reason to slaughter me with a meat caviler.”

“Ugh, fine, what do you need.” 

“Need to whizz, where is the bathroom again?” 

“Two doors down but–” She was too late, Alex disappeared down the hall closing the door behind him. “…someone is already in there I think…” Oh well, she turned back to her video and thought nothing of it


Alexander was buzzed and in need to empty his bladder he was about to unbuckle his pants as he opened the door when he screeched at the side of a black mass of hair hunched over the toilet bowl. It took him a good five minutes to realize there was a body that belonged to that hair and another minute to register who that body was. “Ugh.” Of course it was Jefferson. Of course he was invited to the party because the spoiled, popular shit stain from his Political Science AND Creative Writing class was literally everywhere. It was bad enough he tainted Hamilton’s two favorite classes. “Assferson what are you–” 

BLEEERRRRHHHHHGGGGG

Alex took a step back and scrunched up his face. “Are you drunk?” 

“N-No” Thomas whimpered into the toilet bowl. “J-Just go…B-bleh!” He dry heaved into the toilet, his face practically inside of the bowl at this point. Alexander had have the mind to go. His body turned as if to leave when he heard Thomas groan. Pathetic. Where were his friends? The smooth talking, somewhat intelligent man had always one or two lackeys with him. Now alone? 

If it were him he’d have his friends with him right now. If this were him he wouldn’t have wanted to be alone. “Fffff” it would be nice for the rich guy to owe him one…it would be real nice actually… 

Thomas felt his whole world spin, his hair full and coiled was sticking dangerously close to his clammy face and the toilet water. He felt another wave of nauseous hit him just in time as two hands carefully pulled back his forest of hair from his face and allowed him a little more room to up chuck the contents of his stomach. 

“I never thought I’d see the day, Thomas Jefferson gets ‘white girl wasted’“ 

“Shut—it” 

Hamilton laughed bitterly at him, but he stood there, back hunched over uncomfortably as he held Thomas’s hair in a ponytail with his hands. His hair felt amazing, he didn’t think such a coiled and wired textured curl could feel so soft at the same time. He tried not to think of Thomas’s great hair mainly because Thomas had too many ‘great’ things about him that made it hard for Alex to form a decent case against him most days. 

“Hamilton…” 

“What?” 

Thomas turned his head, his eyes were like two black holes, sucking up all the light in the world. Holes that could end worlds, swallow galaxies and beings whole. He felt them suck him in, suck in all the light in his life so all he was staring at were two ,watery blacken pits that led no where…mysteriously…but had so much depth Alexander’s curiosity almost begged him to dive in and find where blackholes led. “Thank you” he spoke softly, his sweat drenched face was so soft and unhinged he seemed so …feeble. 

For a moment Alexander felt the urge to pee and the buzz of booze leave him. He was wide awake and somewhat at a loss for words. “Uh…your welcome…Lemme…get …uh Madison or something.” 

“No…just….stay here for a minute, I’ll be fine…” 

So he stayed. 

Peggy peeked into the bathroom and chuckled to herself, snapping a picture for her snapchat. “I smell a love story~ or a really shitty night.” 

anonymous asked:

Ford Pines headcanons?


Some HCs for various habits and mannerisms he has:

  • Absentmindedly playing with the unraveling hems of his clothes.
  • He talks with his hands- like, a lot.
  • Fidgeting with his hands. This happens all the time, in a myriad of different forms: wringing them behind his back, curling them into fists and then stretching his fingers out repeatedly, popping his knuckles, bending each finger into his palm successively, drumming his fingers on various surfaces, holding onto one of his extra fingers with his other hand, etc.
  • He sometimes absentmindedly chews the hair off his knuckles when he’s anxious.
  • Like seriously… this man has an ass ton of various hand stims.
  • Re-adjusting his glasses
  • Sometimes he’ll press his hand against his cheek and run his thumb up and down the short curls of his sideburns. Textures ground him.
  • He has trouble keeping himself from flinching every time he fires a weapon.
  • He’s very direct and open in physicality when working towards a goal but if conversation or attention turns to him, he quickly folds in to himself.
  • When he has bad brain thoughts he sometimes picks at one of his most recent scabbed-over wounds until it bleeds.
  • Habitually avoids sleeping for as long as he possibly can.

anonymous asked:

I'm always looking for "ethnic" hair for my sims. I feel like theres not much around but then I see people with some. Do you have any idea where I could look, or do you have some that you really enjoy?? Also, I love your work!!

Hey there! These are my favorites (but not the only ones out there!):

  1. Long Dreads by Trapping
  2. Wild Fire Afro by Trapping
  3. Short Afro by Trapping
  4. Cloud Puff by AngelLuvJoy
  5. Nouk Remake by Trapping
  6. Kinky Curly by Nouk
  7. Afro Knots by Nouk
  8. Nightcrawler Sparks by Marja
  9. Skinny Dreads by Rented-Space
  10. Wavy Afro by Trapping

I’ve converted some ethnic hairstyles too, if you’re interested:

  1. 4t2 City Living Wrap High
  2. 4t2 Nightcrawler Amunet
  3. 4t2 LeahLillith Lemonade
  4. 4t2 Get Together Braids (recolors by Cidira)

You can also check AllTheHairs, where you can sort hairs by texture (curls, dreads and twists) and mesh type (curly and natural black styles).

Has Your Hair Been Acting Shady?

Mine definitely has in these past few weeks. Living in the northeast ain’t a joke and we have to stay on these season changes maneeee.

One thing I used to always do at the beginning of each season (and clearly I’ve been slacking) was doing a simple DIY protein treatment on my hair. Why? Simple. With new weather, there are new elements your hair has to battle. Now that it’s getting colder, let me help you with keeping you hair (relaxed and natural) together. You don’t have to wait till the weather changes to do this either; if you’re experiencing flimsy curls or suffering from damaged hair, do this once a month for 3 months max. Too much protein can cause breakage and you don’t want that. I don’t want that for y’all. 

Alright, this DIY is simple and cheap because you own these items already! video tut to follow my loves. PROMISE! 


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Host with the Most - Chanyeol  (EXO)

Originally posted by dulcetyeoll

Prompt: My friend dragged me to this party and I wound up talking to you about how much I didn’t like being here and you start smirking at me and suddenly my friend came up to me and introduced you as the host of this party and now I’m freaking out because I’ve just been telling you how awful it was for the past ten minutes. 

Genre: Romance/Comedy

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Author’s Note: Even after writing this, I still don’t know what I would do in this situation. Hope you enjoy!


“Lizzy, I’m not doing this!” you whined from your place on your bed. Your best friend was currently raiding your closet, picking an outfit for you to wear.

“Oh yes you are!” she demanded, looking at a blue dress. “You haven’t left your apartment in two weeks except to get food!” 

“I’m not ready to be around people yet…” you started. “I’m still hurt.” You were an introvert as it was, but at this time you especially did not want to socialize. 

Lizzy sighed, then sat next to you on your bed. “Y/N, I know that you and Kijoon had a really serious relationship. But just because he hurt you doesn’t mean you have to torture yourself watching ‘The Notebook’ under your covers all day sobbing over an empty tub of ice cream. He was a jerk, and you deserve better.” She patted your back.

“Thanks Lizzy, but I’m still trying to figure out how to go on with my life. When I found out… I felt like collapsing…”

“Look, I’ve never been through the pain of being cheated on, and I can’t pretend to imagine it. All I know is that it completely sucks. However, I can tell you that the answer is not at the bottom of that bucket of cookies and cream. Why should you cry for someone who’s not crying over you?” she asked. 

“That’s true…” you told her, wiping your tangled hair out of your eyes. “Maybe you’re right… I just need to force myself to interact with people this once, and then I can go on like normal.”

“Well that’s great, because you’re going to be the prettiest jewel there!” she smiled, whipping out her phone. “We’re getting a licensed expert’s help!”

“Lizzy, that’s a little extreme.” you laughed. 

She rolled her eyes. “It’ll make this more special for you! If you look good, you’ll feel good! The party is at this guy’s HUGE house, and he’s pretty popular, so there’ll probably be a lot of people there. It won’t hurt to step it up a little.” 

“Fine, but I’m not wearing a dress. Jeans are an essential.”

“You’re gonna wear a skirt then!”

“Deal.”


“Just a little sweep of highlighter…. and…. done!” Nana smiled, setting down her makeup brush. “Go ahead and take a look!”

You walked over to your full length mirror. “Oh wow…”

Nana certainly was a miracle worker. The makeup wasn’t overdone, it was tasteful and refreshing, with peachy blush over dewy skin, shimmery eye shadow, thin eyeliner over natural eyelashes, and a little touch of red in the center of your lips. Your curled hair was textured and accessorized with a teal head band tied into a bow. The cream colored skirt and floral top that Nana picked out was certainly pretty, but not an outfit that you would pick for yourself.

“Oh my goodness, good work Nana!” Lizzy encouraged, smiling at her friend. “My Y/N looks so alive, you’d never even know a break-up hit her!”

“Thank you Nana. I must say, you do have great taste!” you told her. “I’ve just gotta grab some shoes and then we can leave.“

“Let me help you with that.” Nana said following you into your closet. “No client of mine will wear converse to a party!”


“Oh my goodness, there’s Sooyoung, she’ll kill me if I don’t say hi!” Lizzy told you as you stood together in the corner of the crowded room. “I’ll be over there for a few minutes.” 

“No no no, Lizzy, don’t leave me!” you pleaded, but it was too late. She had abandoned you. An introvert’s stability relies on their extroverted friend being with them at every moment in new social situations. 

You looked around, gripping your cup in your hands. You took a sip to refresh your dry throat. God, you felt so awkward. You didn’t know anyone here.

“Enjoying yourself?” a voice said. You whipped your head around, letting your hair fall over your shoulder. A tall and attractive man stood in front of you. You quickly examined his appearance. He looked really soft, but handsome at the same time. He had a friendly smile and bright eyes, which went well with his nude sweater and jeans ensemble. “I’m Chanyeol by the way.”

His warm vibe made you feel like it was okay to talk to him about your true feelings. “If I’m being honest, I’d rather be enjoying a large pizza on my couch and watching a drama right now.” you sighed, looking at the ground. “And I’m Y/N.”

“Are large parties not your thing?” he asked. You took notice of how his eyes seemed to assure you that he sincerely cared about what you had to say. 

“Parties in general.” you told him, rolling your eyes. “They’re really dumb. Everyone crowded in one place making meaningless small talk over cups of beer.”

“Really?” he inquired, still looking interested in your conversation. “I love parties. Free food, new friends, fun times…”

You scoffed. “Oh come on. Look at this place, I get dragged out my house and get dressed up all nice and what am I offered? Generic corn chips and pretzels.”

He gave you a smirk. “So you don’t like it here?”

“I mean sure, its really cool big house, but I don’t see how people have such good fun here. I don’t feel anything but awkward.”

“How can you feel awkward with all these people here with you?” He asked, smile still wide on his face. He had a certain glint in his eyes, which confused you.  

“You must not be an introvert.” you told him, looking in his warm brown eyes. “I’m wearing a skirt and frilly top when I’d rather be in comfy jeans and a two sizes too big t-shirt. Gosh, everyone can probably tell how out of place I am…”

“I don’t think so.” he told you with a small smile and a caring sparkle in his eyes. “I wouldn’t want you anywhere else than right here, with me.”

You blushed, opening your mouth to continue talking to him, but were stopped by a hand placed on your shoulder. You turned around to see your best friend’s familiar face.

“Oh good, you two have met!” Lizzy exclaimed, glancing from you to Chanyeol. “Y/N, this is the host of the party!” 

All the color drained from your face as you widened your eyes. You gulped, slowly looking back at him. 

“I must say Y/N, you’re unlike any other girl that’s walked through the doors of my house.” he smirked, walking away from your corner of the room. “Quite a mystery…” and with that he exited the room.

You smacked your palm on your forehead.

“Y/N, what the heck happened between you two?” Lizzy exclaimed, looking back and forth between you two.

“Oh, not much. I just ranted for ten minutes about how much I hated his party.”


So for the remainder of the night, you stayed attached to Lizzy’s hip, fearing another doomed social interaction. The party went just as you expected. Aimlessly wandering into different rooms to talk to strangers about work and school, cars and bills, you know, adult stuff. You watched others get drunk as they participated in games, shuffled through a lit up dance room, avoided getting hit by the beer pong ball, and as a cherry on top, almost got bulldozed by a passionate couple making out on the couch you were sitting on. Yeah, a real fun time. 

“Can we go now?” you pleaded, throwing another cup of punch away. 

“I guess I’ve forced you to be around people long enough.” she chuckled. You both linked arms and began to make your way towards the door. 

“Wait!” someone yelled out. You looked over your shoulder to see him again. Chanyeol.

“Oh…” you started. “Listen, I’m really sorry about earlier, you really did have a nice party, it’s just that I’m-”

“Do you have a boyfriend?” he interrupted you. 

You almost choked on your own spit. “Um, I, ah, I just-”

“She does not actually, she’s single.” Lizzy finished for you, smiling at Chanyeol in happiness. 

He smiled, looking at the ground. “Do you want to go out with me sometime then?” 

“But… I thought you said I was too different than all the other girls you knew… a mystery…” you stuttered, furrowing your brows.

“Yes… different than all the fake girls who put on false smiles and try to get with me for my popularity… God forbid a human being honest and not afraid to tell a random stranger who they really are. Plus…” he leaned in really close and looked into your eyes with a smile. Just when you were about to touch, he slapped a piece of paper in your hand. “I like mysteries.” He gave you a quick wink and then turned around and walked back into the crowd.

You stared at his back in disbelief. “What the actual heck just happened…”

“I’ll tell you what…” Lizzy said, smiling at you. “You just got that guy’s number! I guess it’s a good thing I forced you out of the house!”

On the walk back home, you smiled to yourself as you thought of the guy that was interested in you. His cute smile, his shining eyes, his warm and caring nature…

Lizzy was right. Just when you thought nothing good would come in your life… that you were so hurt that you would never be able to see anyone ever again… you met him. Fate took your crappy heart break, and gave you a bright, shining, new opportunity.

It was at that moment that you realized that you can’t ever give up on everything based on one mistake…. just like a baker doesn’t give up when the pie isn’t perfect, and a writer doesn’t quit because of one period of writer’s block… you couldn’t give up on loving people because one hurt you. And that’s really something every human should know.


Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this scenario :-) Chanyeol is seriously killing me with that cotton candy hair! *insert heart eyes emoji* Requests are always open!

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-Marie 💗

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We're the Ones Who Live: Richonne One Shots Chapter 9: Lessons
Rick learns an important skill...

Originally posted by xneganslucillex

“Three sections?”

Michonne nodded at her husband, her lips quirked at the sight of him, back bowed over his daughter’s head with studious concentration.

“Right,” she encouraged, doing her best to keep her hands in her lap.

Rick struggled for a moment to hold the hair and reach for the brush, but managed after a few fumbles.

“So, you pull the hair over the middle part…” Rick recited, his brow furrowed. Judith squirmed in the hard kitchen chair, looking desperately over at Michonne.

“Mama,” she plaintively called for Michonne, teetering dangerously on the edge of a meltdown. Michonne smiled at her reassuringly.

“Daddy’s going to fix your hair really pretty for church,” she assured the toddler. She glanced back up at Rick, still struggling. “Make sure to smooth the hair first,” she cautioned.

Rick sighed, but reached for the brush again. With a few strokes, he managed to calm Judith’s wayward curls then began again.

“How do you do this so fast?” he asked, his eyes still on his daughter’s hair.

“I’ve had lots of practice,” Michonne giggled, her own hair brushing her back and shoulders as she laughed.

“Ok,” Rick released a breath, tying the end of the plait off with a pink hair tie. “How does it look?” he asked, his expression hopeful.

Michonne inspected the little girl’s hair, taking in the even sections. It was a bit lopsided perhaps, but otherwise it was passable.

“It looks great,” she said, too much enthusiasm in her voice, both for the benefit of her daughter and her husband. Rick grinned brightly, glancing down at his handiwork. “You might be ready for French braids now,” Michonne told him, coming up behind him.

Rick looked horrified at the prospect. “There’s more than one way to braid?”

Michonne laughed, reaching for Judith as she squirmed down from her chair. She swept the little girl up to her waist, balancing her in place against her growing belly.

“You better hope this one is a boy,” she told Rick. “I don’t think you’re ready to learn about curl patterns and hair textures.”

“I’ll figure it out,” he told her confidently, setting the brush down on the table and turning to his girls. He kissed them both on the foreheads, lingering to grasp Michonne’s hair between his fingers. “You can show me how to fix these later,” he told her, grinning.

“Ambitious,” she complimented, impressed.

Judith wiggled out of her grasp and she let the little girl go, listening to her little feet beat a path out of the kitchen and away from her kissing parents.