you know girls who always smell like vanilla and fresh laundry? the ones who wear a lot of the makeup you know nothing about? who tell you you look nice even though you rolled out of bed ten minutes before?
or the girls who look punk and goth and maybe scary to approach but are some of the friendliest people you’ve ever met? the ones who don’t care for what other people think or say at all? the ones who cut their own hair and make their own t-shirts?
the girls who wear the same sweatshirt 5 days a week? the ones who laugh with you in your car until the last second before you have to part ways? the girls who have gummy worms and redbull for lunch because they stayed up til 3 am the night before?
the overly-excited girls who hug you every time they see you? the girly girls with surprising interests like geology or dungeons & dragons? the girls who take 500 pictures with you because they want to remember that they saw you?
the girls who have to stop and think about what you said to them because they’re sleepy? the girls who always smell like coffee and have their hair in a bun? the ones who you can always rely on to have a quiet day with?
perhaps the girls who drag you by the hand around a mall and show you all their favorite stores? the ones who take you to a craft store and make personalized picture frames with you? the ones who always seem to make it feel like summer?
How to adult on a budget for the lazy and new adulting people (by a not-so-adulty-adult)
learn how to cut your own hair. If it’s something easy like an undercut or just trimming your ends every month, you’ll look clean and put together without shelling out $20 every month. (my hair cutting stuff cost like $20 total)
if you have to go to a laundromat, make your own detergent. Or just in general. It’s about $15 for everything you’ll need and it’ll make you a solid 6-10 batches depending on how many soap bars you get. 1 bar ivory soap or fels-naptha (ivory works just fine tbh. Cheaper and easier to find) Grate that shit. 1 cup borax and 1 cup washing powder. Mix that shit. 1 tablespoon in the wash. Boom. Add essential oils if you so choose.
On the topic of laundry, throw all your clothes in the same load. Use the cold-cold setting and you can put those red shirts in with your whites with no bleeding whatsoever. (read those tags tho. unless it needs special care, most shirts/pants/socks/underwear can all be thrown together)
When money is tight for food, rice, 2 pounds of chicken, some kind of stock or bouillon cubes, and frozen veggies make about 2-3 different meals.
Keep a few bouillon cubes handy tbh. Cook rice in it. Make soup. They’re so much cheaper than stock itself.
Coconut oil for everything from actual oil to chapstick to cracked skin.
Baby powder makes a fairly good dry shampoo. Put it on your roots, scrub around, brush out. Boom.
Make scripts for all phone calls you ever have to make to make them go smoother. (bills, doctors, work, etc)
Fill 1 side of the sink with water to do your dishes and then rinse with the smallest amount of water possible so you dont end up using a lot of water.
Gasbuddy.com helps you find the cheapest gas near you!
Aldi has great cheap groceries
If you live alone or with 1 roommate, you don’t really need more than 12 megabyte internet speed. By yourself? Don’t get more than 6 tbh. You won’t need it.
Freeze all meats and veggies! Let’s be honest. You wont be eating carrots every day or that ground beef often enough for it to not go bad, Throw it in the freezer.
Dollar store cleaning supplies save the world. Everything there besides liquid soap is basically just as good. (glass cleaner, bleach, magic erasers, so on and so forth)
Dollar stores in general. Most things there will do in a pinch. (earbuds and most electronic/battery powered things are a no-no however)
Nail polish remover gets hair dye stains. Hydrogen peroxide gets up blood. Milk for ink. Chalk for oil.
Once you finish using a pot or pan, put hot water in it until you’re ready to clean it. Stuff will just wipe off.
<b>Gryffindor:</b> high-fiving someone so hard it hurts your hand (on purpose, and you just get even more pumped up + happy), catching things right before they hit the ground, "home is not a place, it's a person", buying dozens of notebooks but only writing a couple of things in each of them, balconies, assuming everyone speaks the truth, instant noodles, carefree jokes in the middle of fighting in action movies, hitchhiking, board games (with friends), adopting slang words/expressions from other people, road trips, drinking/eating straight from the container, forgetting to brush your teeth, explaining things with your hands or by showing, volunteering (sometimes just so that those who REALLY don't want to do it won't have to), constantly changing your ringtone<p/><b>Ravenclaw:</b> reading funny/interesting facts and forgetting them right away (except for the VERY fascinating ones), going to a foreign country without knowing the language; learning as you go/by experiencing it yourself and through failed attempts, multitasking (with questionable results), space, tearing paper as a stress reliever, preferring ballpoint + mechanical pens because the line they draw is even, procrastination, blushing easily, either REALLY neat or REALLY messy handwriting, making sure everyone is drinking enough water (and not too much alcohol), never borrowing money but always lending it to others (with no rush to get it back), wind, green tea, talking really fast/loud when you get excited, laughing and smiling silently, only paying attention to the things that interest you<p/><b>Slytherin:</b> having a discussion with someone across the room by using just gestures and facial expressions/lip reading, ending up sharpening all the pencils instead of just the one you need, string instruments, both judgemental eye rolls and friendly and teasing eye rolls, never ignoring problems, taking one (or two) for the team, cutting your own hair/making your own jewellery and clothing; DIY, formal language with strangers and at work but swearing/using (internet) slang with friends and at home, never letting fate decide, keeping secrets (both others' and your own), forgiving relatively fast but NOT many times, avoiding telling white lies, mostly listening during conversations but impressing everyone with how intelligent and insightful you are when you do comment/speak<p/><b>Hufflepuff:</b> sunflowers and dandelions, (cookie) dough, colouring books, choosing the slightly smaller half of a halved pastry even though the other person said you could pick either one and they'd have the other one, bumblebees + honey bees, listening to loud music with headphones and constantly fearing others can hear it, humming and whistling, coffee and hot chocolate with lots of whipped cream and spices, blanket forts, not feeling pressured to do anything "productive", always thinking it's your fault (it's not), having days for yourself; peace and quiet and self-care, movie/TV/Netflix marathons, procrastinating at first and then working for hours and hours straight just before the deadline, rain (heavy or light), chocolate and peppermint and fudge<p/></p>
also drew my in-game New Kid. His name is Riverbank the Martial Artist/Plantmancer. he chose the name himself. he cuts his own hair with safety scissors and likes to collect Polly Pocket figurines. he likes the color pink, people, and shock sites. literally cannot say no to anyone nor deny anybodys requests.
Imagine Amren... babysitting the rest of the Inner Circle's children
Rhys: Jeremy, who told you it was okay to cut your own hair?
Jeremy: (shrugs) Aunty Amren said we should learn to do things for ourselves.
Cassian: Laila, do you know where daddy’s siphons went?
Laila: I hid them under my pillow.
Cassian: And why would you hide daddy’s siphons under your pillow?
Laila: That’s where Aunty Amren hides all her sparkly things.
Mor: NOAH. LIVING ROOM. NOW.
Noah: (trudges down the stairs) Yes, mother dearest?
Mor: Why are all the vases filled with goats blood?
Noah: Ms. Amren gave me $50 bucks to do it.
Azriel: Rose, where it your brother?
Rose: Last I saw him, he was sitting in the middle of the stairs to the House of Wind.
Azriel: And why would you leave Oliver there when you know he doesn’t have wings?
Rose: Aunty Amren said we teach people how to treat us. Oliver sent his shadows after me, so I made sure he’d never do it again.
Feyre: Rhys, why does it look like you cut your own hair?
Rhys: Because I did.
Feyre: Why exactly?
Rhys: Because Amren told Jeremy that he should learn to do things for himself so he cut his own hair and i was going to scold him but then i realized that I’d never cut my own hair so it wouldn’t be fair to get mad at him for something I’d never tried so I tried and well….
Feyre: (pinches the bridge of her nose)
Nesta: Laila, why did you paint flowers all over the bathroom mirror?
Laila: Because Aunty Amren said daddy is always ogling his muscles in it because he wants to impress mommy, and I thought they would make him feel pretty.
Noah: Mother’s tits!
Mor: NOAH! LANGUAGE.
Mor: Did Amren teach you that?
Noah: No. Uncle Cassian says it when Laila and Aunt Nesta aren’t around.
plays the violin (has been playing ever since he was six) at an expert level and can play the piano considerably well. yuuri teaches him some new pieces on the piano whenever they have some time off.
can touch the tip of his nose with his tongue. he did this as a party trick once when he was extremely drunk. the whole crowd went wild.
gives really good haircuts. he did cut and style his own hair when he hacked off inches of it. used to help yurio trim his hair and shave the underside of mila’s hair. could have gone into the hair styling business.
can walk really well in heels. like incredibly well and can run in them too. so can chris but how him and viktor came to wearing heels is an entirely other story.
due to his career, speaks quite a few languages. but japanese is the only one he cares about due to it being his fiance’s language. (he’s still learning but he’s trying!!)
makes surprisingly good scrambled eggs.
being able to charm the pants off of anyone with a single wink. v. seductive when he wants to be but his default setting is a huge dork who eats whipped cream from the can.
can perform the cup song (it took him months to get it right and he’s proud of it, years later)
being able to win the heart of his fairest and dearest, Yuuri Katsuki.
❝ it doesn’t matter that they won’t remember me. what matters is i helped. ❞
❝ bad things should happen to bad people. ❞
❝ i’m here to set things right. also ? to look dashing. that part’s less difficult. ❞
❝ planning has never been my strong suit . now, killing…killing & love-making. those i am better at. ❞
❝ oh ! we could get matching outfits ! ❞
❝ i’m not saying i should be your first pick for a dance partner at the ball , but in the deep roads , i’m your man / woman. ❞
❝ draw your weapon & say that again ! ❞
❝ we’re here to kill them all, yes ? for sport ? ❞ ❝ you tend to get up to interesting things. you meet interesting people & then you kill them. ❞ ❝ i never worry, darling. a leash can be pulled from either end. ❞ ❝ it’s like you need permission to be alive. ❞ ❝ has anyone told you what marvelous eyes you possess, my dear ? ❞ ❝ have you ever licked a lamp post in winter ? ❞ ❝ i’ll try not to hit anyone. ❞
❝ there you are. everyone’s been looking for you. ❞ ❝ the last man standing gets final say on who is right or wrong. ❞ ❝ i like my hair the way it is, thank you. ❞ ❝ do you think about how to kill everyone you meet ? ❞ ❝ are you… sassing me, ____? ❞ ❝ yes, but she/you seems more… “ooh, pretty colors !” than “muahaha ! i am princess stabbity ! stab, kill, kill ! ❞ ❝ congratulations ! you have found a wastebin . ❞
❝ what are you going to do with that sword ? ❞ ❝ not listening ! la la-la la la ! ❞ ❝ i saw you looking at the girl/boy in town earlier . ❞ ❝ anyone wishing to accuse me of weakness is welcome to try. ❞ ❝ …did you cut your own hair ? ❞ ❝ ”one by one they follow, drowning in the sea”. the rest of the poem is sad.. ❞ ❝ you aren’t all stone, ____. there is a person inside of you. ❞
❝ we crush the heads of rude women when we feel like it. just so you know. ❞ ❝ protect what matters with everything you have, or you’ll have nothing, and deserve it. ❞ ❝ i want you to know that what we had was real. ❞ ❝ in the end you are always alone with your actions. ❞ ❝ somebody’s been drinking. ❞ ❝ let’s show them our hearts, and then show them theirs.. ❞ ❝ do you feel that ? my magic-sensing nose is tingling. ❞
❝ well, shit. ❞
❝ you worry me, you know that ? ❞
❝ i’m cold. & it’s indoors. this is so wrong. ❞
❝ i saw what you were doing back there. ❞
❝ we will never speak of this again. ❞
❝ you’re a big softie ! ❞
❝ i’ve got just the thing to cure that pout. ❞
❝ eight, nine, now you die. ❞
❝ daughters never grow up. they remain six years old with pigtails & skinned knees forever. ❞ ❝ i don’t need my pants, anyway. ❞ ❝ smiles. we must be careful how we present ourselves. ❞ ❝ be careful what you wish for. power is treacherous. i have seen many people–great leaders–consumed by it. ❞ ❝ don’t touch me ! stay away ! ❞ ❝ i think of him/you/her as much as he/you/she thinks at all. ❞ ❝ i knew nothing of friendship before we met. ❞
❝ you can approve or not approve as you wish, but this is one thing you cannot influence and mold to your liking. ❞ ❝ there you go, breaking my heart. ❞ ❝ does anyone else feel the verge to vomit? ❞ ❝ i…love you. just… wanted to tell you that. ❞ ❝ let those who would destroy us step into the light. ❞ ❝ it’s dangerous when too many men in the same armor think they’re right. ❞ ❝ if you love a character, you give them pain, ruin their lives, make them suffer. maybe even throw in a heroic death. ❞ ❝ i do quite like watching you leave. ❞
❝ send him a fruit basket. everyone loves those. ❞
❝ did i stutter ? ❞
❝ are you kidding ? i’m surprised you didn’t kill anyone just coming over here. ❞ ❝ the world may want my time, but you have my heart ❞ ❝ have you ever heard the saying ‘let sleeping abominations lie’? now would be the time to consider it. ❞
❝ that sounded much better in my head . ❞
❝ i have an excellent sense of dramatic timing. & good hair. ❞ ❝ the air hurts. i have to stop. ❞ ❝ challenge someone to arm-wrestle me. ❞ ❝ so, you’re not like a lot of other girls/boys. ❞
❝ not long ago this was impossible to imagine. you, the man i love, victory close at hand. ❞
❝ how do you do that ? make everything better with a smile ? ❞ ❝ it gets no easier. your struggles have only just begun. ❞ ❝ there comes a time when you must stop running, when you turn & face the tiger. ❞ ❝ it’s family, you protect. doesn’t matter who it is, blood or not. ❞ ❝ perhaps we should carve our names into the giant tree ? ❞ ❝ hey ! that’s mine ! ❞ ❝ our mistakes make us who we are. ❞ ❝ fear makes men more dangerous than magic ever could. ❞ ❝ don’t let anyone tell you when to move on. take their hand & say, “my choice". ❞
❝ words are easy, like the wind; faithful friends are hard to find. ❞
❝ shitballs. fuck. shit. crap. ❞
❝ living a lie … it festers inside you, like poison. ❞
she is a small infant, staring up into her parents faces, blurry and soft around the edges, giggling and grasping her parents fingers, unaware of any problems in the world.
she is a child, staring at her mother’s beautiful dresses, running her fingers along the silk and the satin, wondering why she can’t wear them. she is watching her mother pin her hair up, the dark thick locks, and feeling her own short-cut hair, and wondering why she can’t have her hair long.
she is a barely a teenager, looking wistfully at her sister, who is smacking her lips as she places lipstick upon herself. she is looking at the boys in the centre of town, feeling heat rise to her cheeks as she stares at the graceful curve of their throats, the angles of their noses and the shape of their legs.
she is wondering why she can’t be a she.
she is a teenager now, and she has told her parents how she feels. they look at her, and she can feel the weight of their gazes. although they say everything is alright, she can hear their whispers late at night, curled up in bed, and wonders if there is something wrong with her.
she is with her sister, and she is laughing and she is wearing a dress, and she is herself and she feels wonderful. her joy quietens when she has to take the dress off in order to leave her house.
she curls into a ball, sobbing, once she realises that she can never be herself outside of her home.
she is with her sister, and she is in a place full of bright colours and foreign accents. she is with her sister, and she is wearing makeup, and she is wearing a dress, and she is on top of the world, because she is out in the open, and she is who she really is, and she is diana.
she is whirling her blade around in a fight, slicing and stabbing demons all around her. she whispers her sister’s name as the darkness closes in around her.
she has jolted awake, and there is a blue woman there, a warlock—her name is catarina—and she softly tells her that her sister has died, and diana screams, and she has never felt this pain before, and it feels like her heart has ripped open, and she can’t breathe, and she can taste the salt dripping down her face in tears.
she is in catarina’s home, and she has told her how she feels, how she is a she, but doesn’t look it to others. catarina tells her that is called being transgender—and she is sobbing again, because she has been deprived of a word to describe herself for so long.
she is in the hospital, still in the foreign place, and catarina is helping her, and she is hiding her blood results from the other doctors, and she doesn’t know how to thank catarina, and she looks into the mirror and bursts into tears again.
she is in the foreign place, and she is telling her parents with a lump in her throats that she cannot come back home. she is in tears again, because she has found out her parents are dead. she does not believe her heart can break any more.
she is travelling back to the place of her youth, the place where she had to conceal herself for so long, and she is free. she is open, she is diana.
she is giving a sword to a girl with hair like fire, and a boy with actual fire running through his veins. she is vouching for the family that have lost so much, she is fighting for that family. she has survived the war.
she is taking the place of the blackthorns tutor, and she loves all of them. she sees the bags under julian’s eyes, and sees the way he interacts with arthur, and realised she needs to do something.
she is opening the book of questions, the questions they ask you with a sword that pulls the truth out of you, and scanning them, seeing if she can become the head of the institute. her gaze drops to the question, the dreaded question, and she throws the book at the wall, yelling in frustration.
she has watched the family grow up, seen their hopes and dreams, their nightmares and grief. she has taught them everything they need to know. she is a part of their mix-matched family.
she is investigating the person they call a friend, and her heart cracks even more when she finds him to be a traitor. she wants to take the blame off the blackthorns, she doesn’t even care, but the boy with the truth and the lies balanced in his palms manages to pull it off. she worries for him.
she is holding a golden acorn, trying not to think of the beautiful man with the soft heart behind his intimidating mannor. she is calling catarina for another favour, she is in london. she accepts the offer of the beautiful faerie.
she is in alicante, and her red silk garments make her feel elegant and sophisticated. she is with the beautiful man, flying over the city of glass. she is eating and laughing and drinking, and she feels like gwyn can see right through her.
somehow, she doesn’t mind. she wants him to know.
se is talking, talking, talking with the consul and the inquisitor, and she negotiating, and it frustrates her, how much she needs to conceal in order to get the result needed.
she is exhausted, helping the blackthorns, helping the faerie with the odd blue hair, helping emma, who’s hair curls around her face like gold ribbon, helping the boy who is a herondale but is not sure if he wants to be one, helping the girl with the dark hair and the darker eyes, with the kind soul, who seems to have become a family member, helping the shadowhunter and the warlock that bring hope to the world, helping their children.
she is bandaging the beautiful faerie’s arm, feeling the soft skin under the hard armour, and he is looking up at her, asking the questions she usually dreads.
she doesn’t, this time.
she is pouring her heart out to the faerie, she is offering her life, her story, her every emotion, her truth, and wondering if he will turn away.
he kneels before her, he calls her the bravest woman he has ever met, and she is curling into him, she is shaking with emotions all mixed together. she feels a flicker of hope in her chest.
she is herself.
she is diana.
little word vomit fic for diana day because this lovely lady deserves everything in the world.
blue is totally the type of person who cuts her own hair in front of her bathroom mirror and realizes immediately after she finishes that she’s cut it completely messily and uneven but doesn’t fix it bc aesthetic
Last year we saw a massive influx of celebrities and bloggers all making the decision to take off a few inches of hair. Emma Watson and Taylor Swift had been one of the first celebs to start the trend before it was taken on by many other girls, including YouTuber Zoella. All have taken on the new hairstyle known as the ‘long bob’, but why has this style been so loved?