don't know how i feel about my hair

Fake Chats #152
  • Jimin: Kookie, look.
  • Jungkook: those your favorites from the fansign?
  • Jimin: uh huh. Look, this bunny is you and the bear is me.
  • Jungkook: the bunny is smaller than the bear.
  • Jimin: uh huh. The bunny loves his big, fluffy bear friend. See? He sits on his lap and everything.
  • Jungkook: I see.
  • Jimin: do you want the bear and I'll take the bunny? We can sleep with each other.
  • Jungkook: we already do that.
  • Jimin: do you want the fluffy bear or not?
  • Jungkook: I don't know! Are we talking about the actual stuffed bear or the actual fluffy you?
  • Jimin: the actual stuffed bear!
  • Jungkook: okay! Yes, I'll take it.
  • Jimin: but you can have the actual fluffy me too. It was cold sleeping by myself in that hotel bed.
  • Jungkook: I woke up to your fluffy hair in my face.
  • Jimin: are you complaining?
  • Jungkook: I'm just wondering what the point of this conversation was.
  • Jimin: isn't it cute how the bunny fits in the bears arms?
  • Jungkook: and there it is.

tfw your prediction is extremely off but hey

the signs according to ME, based on what I've absorbed from tumblr even though I don't pay attention to 75% of the zodiac and might not be able to even name them all from memory
  • taurus: the impression I get is they're similar to aries in that they’re angry and stubborn? but the difference is that while aries will clock you in the jaw, taurus will hold a grudge for the rest of your born days. your born days, not theirs, because they’re going to outlive you out of spite
  • gemini: is what I think comes next? anyway apparently geminis are very social and bubbly and they're people persons (people people?), but also they’re supposed to be all two-faced and gossipy, because twins. which is very mean to say about twins.
  • cancer: no offense to anyone who is a cancer, but my Least Favorite Human that I've ever met is a cancer, so my perception is tainted. cancers cry a lot. all the time. about everything.
  • leo: you know, I honestly don't know what is associated with leo, besides... lion. so therefore, leos are brave. you might belong in august, where dwell the brave of heart. their daring, nerve, and chivalry set leos apart. congrats you're gryffindor now
  • virgo: or is it libra comes first? I think it's virgo. um, anyway, virgo is my moon sign. I respect virgo. the general sense I get is that they're very... anal and particular and organized? their lists are color-coded and have subheadings?
  • libra: or possibly virgo, depending on whether or not I switched the order. BUT YEAH SO, LIBRA, SCALES. ALL ABOUT THAT FAIRNESS AND JUSTICE. common room is next to the kitchen.
  • scorpio: uuuuuuuGHHHHHHHHHHHH I'M SO FED UPPPPPPP I am a scorpio but I don't WANNA BE a scorpio I'm so TIRED of everything being nothing but femme fatale tropes and byronic hero nonsense I'M NOT MYSTERIOUS!!! are people even mysterious in real life? also please stop talking about how sexually charged and passionate I am. please don't do this. you're making this uncomfortable for everyone and I wanna exchange my sign for something else
  • sagittarius: the sense I get is that sagittarius is best personified by a weird kid at summer camp who hardcore believes in aliens and whose knees are full of band-aids
  • capricorn: does capricorn come next? I don't honestly even know. I don't know anything about capricorns. they're represented by a goat though, so that automatically makes them better than every other sign. A MERMAID GOAT, NO LESS. listen, idk what capricorns are like, but I'm trading my star sign. I WANNA BE A MERMAID GOAT. I WANNA BE A MERMAID GOAT MORE THAN ANYTHING.
  • aquarius: the only thing I know about aquarius is that song in Hair
  • pisces: fish. has lots of emotions, but is pretty chill and creative? bunks with sagittarius at summer camp, but personally prefers cryptids to aliens
Where the ocean meets the sun,
you’ll find a woman
who’s hair smells of peppermint
and laugh rumbles with the crash of the waves.

Her skin is worn from the current of the water,
and if you’d like,
she will hold you
and bring back those days
of sand in your toes and squealing laughs and soft goodnights.

You may ask her one question
with an answer of milky truth,
and she’ll stare into your puffy eyes with hers of raven hearts,
to tell you what is already inside
that downtrodden soul.

Well, when I went to the place
where the ocean meets the sun,
I asked the woman with the peppermint hair and laugh of the waves
just one question I thought unique,
that might put me at my peace.

“Why do you live here, alone, where the ocean meets the sun?”
I asked her,
and she laughed with the sound of the gulls
and said,
“my mother is the sun, and my father, the ocean,
and me, I am the horizon.”

I smiled,
and she embraced me there,
between the rippling waves
and the scorch of the sun,
that pushed at our backs
and tugged at our hair.

She was warm
and as I breathed in,
I smelled the peppermint
that was woven in her hair
to drive out the scent of the sea.
—  Miriam K, tired horizon

It had been a long day of rehearsal and Tom was looking forward to relaxing at home. He didn’t even have the energy to make it to the couch. Instead, he lay down on the carpet draping an arm over his eyes.

“Here you go, babe,” a soft voice said to him. Tom opened his eyes to find his Ella holding two scotches, one held forward towards him. He stretched an arm out and smiled as he took the crystal glass from her hand.

He lay on the floor admiring the woman standing over him. The fingers of one hand trailing lazily up and down the curve of her calf. His heavy lidded eyes betraying his thoughts.

“What is it?” she asked coyly, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

Tom smiled and sighed, humming to himself softly. His eyes now watching his fingers ghost along her skin, inching ever higher up her leg. 

Ella swatted Tom’s hand away laughing. “Stop! You know that tickles.” 

With lightning reflexes, he sat up, grabbing her by the wrist and puling her down on his lap. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he downed the last of his drink and set it aside. 

“Does it tickle when I do this?” he asked as he sucked gently on her fingertips.

Ella squealed in response, “Yes!”

“Well, that won’t do. We must find a spot that doesn’t.” He kissed lightly across her collar bone. “How about now?”

“A little,” she giggled. 

He lightly nipped along her neck, “And now?”

“Keep going. You’re getting closer.”

Tom ran his fingers into Ella’s hair and pulled her face close enough that she could feel his breath against her lips as he whispered “ … and now?”

He kissed her deeply. Slowly. She could taste the lingering burn and smokiness of the scotch. She felt the stubble of his chin scratching hers. And she could hear him moaning into her mouth with desire.


For @4wksoffluff . (Also: sorry I haven’t really been keeping up with the 4 weeks of fluff.) Thanks to @yeahitsmaegan for looking over this and other fics for me!

Summary: Simon is angry at Baz, and things get emotional. An angst-to-fluff snowbaz fic with  slight hurt/comfort.

  Snow’s face is so close to mine and his eyes are narrowed to slits. His nose is nearly touching mine, but it’s not out of affection, rather aggression. He speaks more like he’s spitting, every word like a flame.

“Go to hell, Baz!” he snarls, his eyes no longer soft and watery, a new sharpness taking over them instead.

“Oh, Fuck off, Snow,” I sneer back at him. “You’re the one who started all this. It’s ridiculous, really. I hardly did anything.” I step away from him and gesture at his desk, a disbelieving look on my face. All I did was spell his stuff stuck to his desk. All it will do is complicate his schoolwork until he figures out how to undo it (which won’t be long if he asks Bunce, anyway.). It’s hardly a bother - it’s not like I tried to kill him.

“It doesn’t matter!” He’s moved away and is shouting across the room in a high-pitched voice. It’s whiny, like a small child’s. “You do this kind of thing all the time and I’m sick of it! You’re never nice to me. And I know I’m not the best to you either but at least I don’t spell your stuff to the desk! I even said good morning to you this morning, Baz! Why can’t you be nice to me just once?” He has tears in his eyes now, they’re back to their softer tone. They’re vulnerable. And I want to cry along with him. I want to hug him and tell him I’m sorry and take away his pain. I want to hold him until we both feel better. Because I don’t feel good about this either. It’s not like I enjoy making his life a misery. I love him, but this is what I have to do. It’s what’s expected of me. He’s looking at me with his watery, pleading eyes, and all I want to do is reach out to him, but I stop myself. I can’t. He’d never forgive and then I’d never forgive myself for being so weak. But I do allow myself to say: “I’m sorry, Simon.” And then I can’t stop myself this time. I walk over him, spur of the moment, and he’s just staring at me, tears falling down his cheeks. It’s finally too much for him, and it’s finally too much for me as well. If I just do it this one time, maybe I’ll be fulfilled enough to never do it again. I take him by his back and hug him. I can hear his sniffling as I pull him into my chest, resting my chin atop his head. I say it again.

“I’m sorry, Simon,” I murmur softly. He’s not shoving me off him, and I think I’m crying about an entirely different thing because of it. I touch my nose to his hair, closing my eyes and inhaling his cinnamon/smoke scent. Simon Snow, you beautiful nightmare. He pushes away from me gently after a while, looking up into my eyes.

“Thank you, Baz,”  he says, then gives me a quick kiss on the cheek. All the blood I have in me rushes to my cheeks. Simon. Snow. Just. Kissed. Me. On. The. Cheek. I try not to let my feelings show too much across my face, but then I think ‘Crowley, I’m already bloody crying,’ so I let myself smile and close my eyes as I feel the blush intensify. When I open my eyes, Snow is blushing too. He’s adorable- standing there in the half dark with his golden curls and pink apple cheeks. I kiss him on the cheek.

“I promise never to spell your books to your desk again, Snow,” I tell him. He hugs me again, resting his head on his shoulder.

“I guess this is a truce, then,” he murmurs.

“Sure Snow,” I say, “a truce.” Because I’m wrapped up in the moment and that’s what I want, a truce. I want it so much. I want to hug Snow without thinking about how my family will probably ask me to poison his scones one day. I agree. Truce. It’s nice. And then he looks up and kisses me with all the confidence I’ve never had to do the same to him. Like it’s no big deal and incredibly important at the same time. I lean into it, placing my hand gently around the back of his neck. The soft-lipped, golden-haired, mole constellated boy I’ve always dreamed of is kissing me, and I want it to be infinite. I want ‘truce’ to be infinitely true.

“Truce,” I mutter, chuckling when we break apart. “Truce.” I kiss him again. I’m in love with him, and he kissed me and called a truce.

anonymous asked:

Hey- absolutely zero pressure if this is too personal of a question but like... So I def identify as Genderfluid/NB, and as of late I've been feeling hella dysphoric. Like I stare down at my squishy lady bod and listen to my voice and I just DO NOT feel good about them with greater frequency. I don't know a lot of NB or Trans* people, so I wonder how you may deal with that same dysphoria? Should I maybe just bring up the idea of HRT with my therapist to achieve a more masculine balance?

I don’t have much advice when it comes to dysphoria. I do experience dysphoria but I haven’t found much that makes it easier other than time. Time, having a supportive datemate, and experimenting with hair, makeup and clothing have helped me the most. I think you should talk to your therapist about hormones and anything else that could make you feel better. No matter what you choose you are still valid and I wish you luck in finding comfort in your body. ❤

anonymous asked:

Yooo, could I request bakugo, midoriya, and kirishima(don't know if I spelt that right) where their s/o has really long bone straight hair, but one day they get caught in a storm with out an umbrella and all of the sudden, boom. Uncontrollable curls. And their s/o just goes on a rant about how long it takes to do their hair. (So did not have this happen to me today). Just a mini scenario please!!!! You don't have to do this if you don't want to either. But have a nice day/night!!

omg i dealt with this when my hair was longer!! i feel for you sis

bakugou katsuki

Originally posted by yurrikatsuki

He tried not to laugh, he swears but when he saw your hair suddenly poof up into a mess of curls, he couldn’t help but laugh at the expression on their face.

“You should have fucking tied your hair up at least.” He said between laughs and he could see them glare at him from the corner of his eye.

“Did you straighten this shit?! No!” They said, crossing their arms across their chest with a huff. “Fucking hell.”

midoriya izuku

Originally posted by aishitetsuro

“I’m so sorry! I tried to put my jacket over your head but your hair is so long!” Izuku said with a small frown. Their hair was half straight and half curly and as much as he wanted to laugh, he felt terrible.

“All my hard work… GONE!” They said over dramatically before getting out from under the jacket to let the rest get wet. “Might as well!” Izuku frowned before dropping his own jacket to jump in the rain with them.

kirishima eijirou

Originally posted by raittos

“Well look at what the cat dragged in.” Kirishima said with a smile before seeing the glare they were giving him.

“Shut up Kiri before I kill you.”

“Now you’re just sounding like Bakugou!” He said cheerily, pulling them into a hug. Their body was soaked but he didn’t care. He found it cute that their hair poofed up like that.

I went to a salon yesterday and one of the ladies working their suggested bonding my hair as in straightening it and I told her I liked my hair the way it was. One of the stylists there was shocked and told me people don’t really like their own curly hair. I felt so sad because curly hair is beautiful too in my opinion and I hate the fact that most people who get their hair permanently straightened are bullied into it or told that their natural hair isn’t worth much or gives them less value. I mean it’s totally cool if you did it because you wanted to and not out of insecurity. But for those people who don’t feel beautiful because of their hair or are told that their hair is disgusting, I’m sorry you have to go through that. You deserve to know that you aren’t less than anyone for having curly hair.

anonymous asked:

So I'm 17 year old bi girl, and I just got into a relationship with a boy. My friend said that I'm 'basically straight' because of that. It made me feel doubtful about my bisexuality especially during pride month. Even though the whole point of being bi is that I'm attracted to all genders! I don't know how to respond to my friend! Help!

You could try and explain it to her in a way she might understand better, for example.
If a straight person isn’t in a relationship they aren’t asexual, and if a naturally blond person dyes their hair neon blue they’re still a natural blond. Outward appearances aren’t everything! With sexuality your emotions are not always visible, but you still feel them and they’re still part of you.
With love,

anonymous asked:

1/5 I think I'm nonbinary, I don't like being called a woman, or she pronouns generally, I don't connect to being female, and I can't even write a girl in first person! only enbies or boys(I'm a writer), I really want to use they pronouns, and I like it when people use masc terms towards/about me(handsome, boy, prince, dude, etc.) But the thing is, that's it. Some days I really hate how I look, but I don't know that I'd change it if that makes sense? Besides I have no idea what I want to

2/5 look like, and anyway some days I’m completely comfortable in my body. And besides tbh it’s mostly just my hips and I can’t change them anyway. I don’t want short hair, I’ve considered binding that would only be occasionally even if I do? I hate my chest some days, but most days I just wish it was a tad smaller or don’t care about it at all. I feel uncomfortable having a vagina (it’s the only thing that I always feel uncomfortable with) but I don’t want a penis either. I actually like

3/5 my waist, I don’t want facial hair, I wear makeup, i prefer masc clothes, but not really rly manly ones, and not even always, sometimes I do like looking more"womanly"(though put me in a dress and I’ll kill you). And anyway even with the things about myself I don’t like, it’s never a constant pain, it’s not really horrible dysphoria, it’s incredibly mild most of the time. So my problem is, I feel like I’m nonbinary, but how can I be if I’m still comfortable presenting as my assigned gender?!

4/5 I look like a woman, and I don’t want to look like a woman, I want to look nonbinary, but actually I don’t want to change the way I look at the same time?! I guess it’s more about how I’m perceived…. but how does that make any sense! I know I’m enby, but, I have no reason to be almost?? So how can I be. It’s so confusing. On the one hand I know it doesn’t matter, I present just as masc as say, Kaitlyn Alexander, (more actually as they ware dresses) except I don’t have short hair, but

5/5 then I just keep saying to myself “well clearly as you don’t have short hair and constantly wear shirts then you CANT be nonbinary!” And I know it’s not true, but on the other hand, it kind of is? Why am I? I’m so confused. Am I nonbinary, or am I just faking? Or giving in to gender roles just because I’m not high femme? And enforcing toxic ideas? Oh but I do love being called they/them and masc things! Ugh why is gender so difficult ?!? Sometimes I wish we didn’t have it 😂 help? Advice? 

I’ll give you a little tip… If you’re seriously asking if you’re faking, you’re probably not faking.

There are so many different ways people might feel dysphoria! Just because you don’t tick all the boxes doesn’t mean you aren’t nonbinary. You don’t have to hate your body or want to change it. You can be perfectly happy with your body, not as a female body, but as a nonbinary body! Because you are nonbinary, and so is your body! 

There is no “reason” for being nonbinary. You certainly don’t have to feel a certain way about your body or want to present in a certain way to qualify. Being nonbinary means something different for everyone; you just have to find your own definition. 

Honestly, it sounds to me like you already know in your heart of hearts that you are nonbinary. Now you just have to work on booting out all the exorsexist thoughts that are wriggling their way into your subconscious. It’s going to be okay. Don’t worry too much about what it means to be nonbinary - just figure out what it means for you.


I’m re-watching Natsume Yuujinchou and have been absolutely DROWNING in feels this past week. (; n ;)

Also, downloading the soundtrack from seasons one and two has made my life about 10x better.


Summary: Will is a criminal, and Nico is a detective assigned to his case.

Written on request from a lovely anon.

Nico’s always said that if you’re going to sympathize with criminals, being a detective should probably be out as a career path for you.

Investigating crime isn’t a glamorous job. It isn’t like the old black and white movies, all dashing strangers and cigarette smoke and intense violin music reaching a crescendo in the background. It’s gritty, and sad, and surprisingly full of good people with broken pieces and jagged edges.

Nico isn’t a bleeding heart type. He’s usually unmoved by pleas, complaints, excuses. It made him stand out at the academy, and it makes him a good detective now. It makes him effective.

He was never supposed to be tripped up by a petty thief. But fate, they say, is a funny thing.

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