hair sweeping

Side Triple Braid

Why have I only just put together this hairstyle?  This style looks so intricate and pretty, but it’s the easiest braid I’ve ever done!  The only skill you need to be familiar with is how to create a regular braid.  If you’ve got that, then you’ve got this look down pat. 


1) Brush

2) 4 Small Hair Elastics


1) Begin by brushing through your hair.

2) Sweep all of your hair to one side of your head.

3) Separate your hair into three even sections.

4) Take one of the sections and begin a low, regular braid.

5) Once you get to the bottom of your hair, tie off with a small hair elastic.

6) Repeat steps 4-5 with the second and third sections.

7) Take your three braids and use them to create one large braid.

8) Tie off with a hair elastic and finish with hairspray.

The walks of the signs

Check your rising (the sign acquaintances see) and midheaven (the sign work bosses/employees and strangers see). Also check your sun and dominant.

Based on experience with others’ sun/rising/midheaven

The walk of an Aries:

When the Ram walks, they do not swing their hands. Their walk may seem quite sloppy, but it is just straight to the point. They stand tall, but not completely upright, and their shoulders are quite relaxed. Aries do not take quick paces, but instead long strides. They are the one mindlessly fixing their hair as they walk. Eyes exploring their surroundings, sometimes Aries seem lost, even when they know exactly where they are going. 

The walk of a Taurus:

They keep their body straight, with their shoulders slightly hunched down. Often, they are fiddling with their belt or sweeping their hair to the side. Their strides are big, and they walk fast. The walk of a Taurus almost seems mechanical. When walking, they are looking at their destination, or whoever is with them. They are the ones to turn around in the middle of a busy hallway, without noticing it is packed, just to tell you about a movie.

The walk of a Gemini:

With almost a swagger in their step, their shoulders are down and back in confidence. Their thumbs may be in their pockets, or hands playing with an object. They walk at a quick pace, with usually quite small steps. Their eyes are usually fixed on the destination, even if talking to someone on the way. The walk of a Gemini almost looks unbalanced, as they may sway slightly come side to side. They are the ones who blindly stop in a crowded doorway.

The walk of a Cancer:

Their walk seems to be in slow-motion, and is usually quite humble. They have relaxed shoulders and an air of softness in each step. They are usually talking to someone when they are walking, but if alone will be minding their own business; maybe playing with their hair. Often their hands have to be still, but doing something; like being in their pockets, or holding a book. In busy hallways, they are snaking through the crowd.

The walk of a Leo:

Very proud. Their shoulders are down, their back in straight, and their chest is puffed out. Their movement is bold, with short steps. Often, they are carrying a folder under one arm. Leo will be set on their destination until something breaks their focus, and their eyes start darting around their location. A Leo may swing their free arm swiftly, their palm faces either up or down. They are either the ones blocking the path, or the ones grumpily trying to get past.

The walk of a Virgo:

Their hands have to be busy; fiddling with a tie, holding books, or holding their hands together. Their steps are short, but their pace is quite quick. They are often looking to the ground and glancing down, only looking up to appreciate the scenery around them. Their shoulders are always relaxed, but either enclosed on themselves or open, depending on how confident the Virgo is in a space. They are the ones navigating through crowds.

The walk of a Libra:

Their walk can be seen as sloppy, but usually it is just because they are very chill. They talk soft-footed small steps, and do not walk very fast. A Libra believes they have all the time in the world to get to their destination. Often engrossed in conversation or thought, Libra is looking around, but never as anything specific. They are the ones who block doorways as they are unaware of their surroundings.

The walk of a Scorpio:

The movement of the Scorpion is swift. It is almost like they have perfectly rehearsed every single movement. They usually have their hands in their pockets or a bag around their arm, with the feet pointed out like a penguin. Watching people, their eyes often fix on individual things, then move onto something new. Scorpio walks at a fast pace and is often conscious of those around them; opening doors and standing to one side in order to not be in the way.

The walk of a Sagittarius:

They are fun and sloppy, often stood straight backed in contrast. The Archer is usually find standing tall, with their chest puffed out so slightly. They use their bodies and gestures boldly, maybe their shoulders move up and down when they laugh, or their whole side turns as they open doors. Blissfully unaware of those around them, Sagittarius may fall into you or stop in front of you quite often.

The walk of a Capricorn:

They have a natural swagger. They may have their fingers curled with one palm pointing to the ceiling, or their feet slightly pointing out. They are very active walkers in this way, as they are always doing something with their hands. Capricorn is notorious for fixing or mindlessly playing with their hair. They may sometimes seem fierce or scary, as they stand and walk quite boldly. Sometimes they block the halls, but this is because if you don’t say “excuse me”, why should they move? 

The walk of an Aquarius:

Aquarius is blind to those around them, merely enjoying those they walk with or any plans they are thinking up. They lean back slightly and walk with a group of friends whenever possible. Often, you will see them subtly swinging an arm back and forth. The Water Bearer often walks with a smile on their face. They may be in the way of people, but they don’t particularly care about that, as you could probably find a different way around.

The walk of a Pisces:

They do not draw much attention towards themselves. They walk alone in peace, or often take a back seat in larger groups. The Fish may have their head to the ground as they take quick and small steps. This individual can often be stopped as they tend to swing their arms. If a Pisces isn’t looking at the ground, they may be seeing looking out to the distance, or examine an on-coming crowd.

I was in love with you,” she said. “That wasn’t just some bullshit I spewed every time we slept together.”
“I know.”
“But you never felt that way about me, did you?”
He stared at her for a long moment: the careful curve of her lip, the dark sweep of hair that feathered across her shoulders. He thought he could love her. Should love her. And then he said, “I tried.”
He said, “I really, really tried.
—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write
// Leo Valdez, son of Hephaestus //


“Leo looked like a Latino Santa’s elf, with curly black hair, pointy ears, a cheerful, babyish face, and a mischievous smile that told you right away this guy should not be trusted around matches or sharp objects. His long, nimble fingers wouldn’t stop moving—drumming on the seat, sweeping his hair behind his ears, fiddling with the buttons of his army fatigue jacket.“

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i love you.

Cullen Rutherford x Evie Trevelyan

He says it every time.

When she turns from him and walks away. He says it to her back, her shoulders. To every strand of scarlet hair that sweeps her neck. It’s barely even whisper. Just a breath, bursting from his lungs as though it knows it doesn’t belong there. It belongs with her. It will always belong with her.

He will only say it when he knows she won’t hear. He’s ready. He’s been ready since the moment he met her. He knew the second he gazed into her emerald eyes. And every day with her since has only made it more clear. But he doesn’t know if she’s ready, if she’s sure. He doesn’t know if she will say it back. If she wants to say it back.

“I love you.” Cullen whispers as Evie walks away.

His breath catches in his throat when she pauses. She glances back, the candlelight catching the sparkle in her eye. His heart slams against his ribs, fighting to join its other half in her chest. A thunderous crescendo pounds in his ears until he can hear naught but its pleas for her.

Evie dips her head and takes her leave.

“I love you too.”

She says it every time.

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Leo looked like a Latino Santa’s elf, with curly black hair, pointy ears, a cheerful, babyish face, and a mischievous smile that told you right away this guy should not be trusted around matches or sharp objects. His long, nimble fingers wouldn’t stop moving ―drumming on the seat, sweeping his hair behind his ears, fiddling with the buttons of his army fatigue jacket. Either the kid was naturally hyper or he was hopped up on enough sugar and caffeine to give a heart attack to a water buffalo. ― The Lost Hero (Heroes of Olympus Book One)

A Wolfstar Imagine

Remus and Sirius going on a date at the school grounds one day while everyone else goes to Hogsmeade

• Remus and Sirius sitting by the lake
• Sirius laying his head in his boyfriend’s lap as Remus rambles about a book he just finished
• Remus absentmindedly running his fingers through Sirius’s hair
• Untangling all the knots because ‘goddammit Padfoot why don’t you brush your hair?’
• Sirius retaliating by throwing fallen flower petals at Remus
• Remus scooping them up softly in his hand
• Thinking about how they match the perfect pink of Sirius’s lips when he smiles at him from across the room
• Sirius feeling Remus carefully sweep his hair into a braid
• His fingers moving delicately across the crown of Sirius’s head
• Intricately weaving the petals into Sirius’s hair
• Sirius slowly starting to fall asleep
• Remus noticing his boyfriend resting and settling his gaze across the water
• Wondering how he, the monster, became so lucky to be so in love and loved

[trans] Japanese Fanclub Magazine

Language study time

BTS teacher
‘Member’s enviable points?’

Rap Mon teacher-> Jimin enviable point
<Hair sweep>
On stage Jimin will always sweep back his hair. But he looks so cool when he does it. I can’t sweep back my hair like that so I envy him (laughs)

V teacher -> Jungkook’s enviable point
I am overflowing with passion too but, they say that Jungkook has “waterfalls of passion”. But recently, he’s been lost in his games (laughs)

Jin teacher -> Suga’s enviable point
<Ability to be a genius composer>
I can make songs too but, I’m still lacking so…lf I listen to a songs Suga or the other members have made, I feel proud but envious

J-hope teacher -> Rapmon’s enviable point
I was going going to answer rap, but I will say height. Long legs on a slim body, Rapmon’s height is nice so I’m really jealous!

Suga teacher -> J-hope’s enviable point
This is the opposite of lethargy, I mean I’m made up of it (laughs) If you are with J-hope it will become brighter

Jimin teacher -> V’s enviable point
<Hand size>
My hands are really small so I envy his big hands. And mature. Because my hands are so small, I almost drop the microphone a lot, and really uncomfortable.

Jungkook teacher -> Jin’s enviable point
Jin hyung’s shoulders are nice so I’m jealous. I have narrow shoulders…so I work hard doing shoulder exercises, it’s hard work

Japanese → Korean; 감자밭할매 | Korean → English; @hobuing​  
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Forever in Hell

Summary: All Phil wanted to do was cleanse his house. Now, he has a demon for a roommate.

Warning: religious!Phil, demon!Dan, virgin!Phil, Smut, Major Character Death

Word Count: 5,733

A/N: I changed the prompt slightly. Sorry about that. The story slightly got away from me. I know the ‘Major Character Death’ in the warnings appears scary, but it’s really not what you think. He’s still around after his ‘death’, but I just have to warn people just in case.


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In Phil’s defense, foreign languages are hard. After attending Catholic school growing up, he figures that he would be pretty good at pronouncing words in Latin. Apparently not considering what he’s currently looking at. There’s a man in his lounge.

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Phan fluff: Christmas tree

It was a cold evening in December, the sky was turning to a murky dusk and the air was bitter and freezing. Dan and Phil had just been to get their Christmas tree, Dan had thought it was best that he was the one to carry it inside as Phil had a tendency to be quite clumsy. He regretted this decision.
‘Phil, help! I can’t I’m gonna drop it… ow it spiked me’
Phil giggled fondly, opening the door and stepping out of the way. Dan clambered up the stairs with the giant tree and eventually placed it on he floor when he reached the top.

A little later they had fixed the tree into a pot and were about to begin decorating, just as Dan had finished picking pine needles off his jumper Phil had appeared with a huge box of Christmas ornaments.
‘Let’s do this!’ Phil said confidently sweeping his hair back and putting his hands on his hips. He sat down next to Dan, who had started to untangle the lights.
'Phil how do they even manage to get this tangled’
'I don’t know, I told you we shouldn’t have just chucked them back in the box’
Dan remembered something. 'Wait Phil stay there, I’ll be back in a second’
Phil was well and truly tangled up in the lights by the time his boyfriend came back. Dan came back wearing a little red Santa hat and a red button up onsie, Phil giggled mercilessly. 'And you’ Dan smirked, 'Are my reindeer’ he held up a little matching reindeer onsie and antlers.

Phil blushed a colour brighter than dans outfit when he came back wearing the costume. 'Aw you look so cute’ Dan looked up at him.
'They call me Phildolph’ said Phil, a little embarrassed but trying to hide it. The pair spent the next half hour or so decorating the tree, Phil had stepped on one of the ornaments at one point and they’d also both ended up in a giggling fit on the floor a few times. 'Come on then, do you want to put the angel on the top?’ Dan lowered himself so that Phil could climb onto his back. 'You know, I could just be the angel on the tree’ Phil said smugly 'I mean look, I can fly and everything’ Phil was flapping his arms while on dans back pretending to fly. 'Put it on you dork, before I drop you’ Phil reached up and placed the angel before dropping to the ground clumsily, dan followed him as they both collapsed onto the sofa. 'I think you might be a little clumsy to be an angel Phil’ Dan rested his head on Phil’s shoulder 'You’re good enough for me though’ Dan played with the bells on Phil’s antlers causing him to look up.
'Hey Dan there’s mistletoe’
Dan looked up and sure enough there was a little piece of mistletoe that Phil had obviously tapped to the ceiling, he decided to go with it.
'So there is…’ he looked longingly in Phil’s deep blue eyes, Phil gazed back at him leaning in closer and closer. The gap between them closed and their lips met, sending a warmth through their bodies, it seemed to last forever but that’s just how they wanted it, to be trapped in this moment forever.

Dan eventually pulled away, his fluffy hair a little messed up and Phil’s cheeks turned scarlet. Neither of them spoke, they didn’t need to, they just looked into each others eyes feeling the festive spirit. 'Hot coco?’ Dan suggested, finally getting his words out.
'Yes!’ Phil smiled looking up at the tree fondly.

–tell me a secret.
          –what kind of secret?
     –any kind.

(there is light in your eyes and dark in your soul, and i would not change a thing about you for all the treasures in the universe. your very existence is a paradox, a contradiction i could spend centuries studying without a thought to understanding.)

          –i don’t have any secrets.
     –that’s a lie. everyone has secrets.

(you have haunted my thoughts and my dreams since the moment i laid eyes on you. i have memorized the slant of your brow and the wave in your hair, the sweep of your lashes and the rhythm of your steps. i would know you blind, deaf, numb, in this world or any other.)

          –alright, here’s a secret: i’m afraid.
     –of what?

(eternity. oblivion. crowded rooms and authority figures and being alone too long and you, i’m terrified of you because you have the power to destroy me and you don’t even know it, you have no idea. i’m less afraid of dying than i am of losing you and that scares me too.)

     –you’re joking.
          –no, really. it’s the legs, i think. and the eyes. 
     –tell me another one.

(i love you.)

—  things i wish you’d never asked || jph
Summer Sweetness

prompt: um, none? but i missed summer + i have an obsession with adorable couples and carnivals 

warnings: this is literally ALL FLUFF

pairing: lin-manuel miranda x reader 

words: 1,852 


The balmy June day reached you in an instant when you stepped out of your city apartment. You sighed, taking the tie from around your wrist to sweep your hair up off of your neck. It wasn’t like you’d just spent half an hour straightening it just with the hopes it wouldn’t be this hot – not at all. You had grown up around these summers, when all traces of winter had glided away, promising to visit by the end of the year, and the flowers had all blossomed, the rose bushes and trees in your favorite park ablaze with vibrancy.

Taking a step down the street, you delighted in in the lenient, heat and memory filled future moments that you looked forward to. A soft smile came to your face as you passed an ice cream shop, a mental note being made to drag your boyfriend back there with you this afternoon. For as long you could remember, this was what summer meant – a true sense of contentment and freedom unlike much else. You fondly awaited this all year – the days when the sunshine seemed to share its radiance with you and the birds shared their song with those patiently waiting with an open ear. These thoughts and more crossed your mind as your feet crossed the road, reaching the busy park where you were to meet your boyfriend today. You were both working students and it was rare you got together outdoors during the day, given you both kept late hours at desks, on shared couches, and in beds. It had been your dedication to work and success that had kept you apart this last semester and you had missed him tremendously. Now, with finals in the distant past and a limitless highway of possibilities for the season ahead, you were appreciative of all the moments that lie ahead.

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How I imagine Elektra's resurrection in "The Defenders" will go:
  • *Elektra comes back*
  • Matt: ELEKTRA, LOVE OF MY LIFE, YOU'RE BACK FROM THE DEAD! *changes back to dry, brooding Matt personality* Oh, I mean...I missed you Elektra.
  • Luke: Sweet Christmas, first I'm a superhero, then I meet all of you superpowered bing bongs, and now we have literal resurrections. I just wanted to sweep hair in a barbershop for fuck's sake.
  • Danny: This greatly upsets me. I need to meditate to clear my thoughts.
  • Elektra: Guys, calm down, it's no big deal really. You'll be surprised at how many people get resurrected in our world. OhandbythewaytheHandiscomingtodestroyNewYorkCity.
  • The Defenders: Wait...what?
  • *The Hand enters the scene and surrounds the Defenders. The Defenders cover Elektra*
  • Matt: Wait, the leader of the Hand is white? I thought it was a Japanese group?
  • Elektra: Well, the power of the Iron Fist also originates from Asia but...
  • Danny: *looks to the side in embarrassment*
  • Jessica: Well, bitch-who-looks-like-a-second-rate-Ellen-Ripley, you'll have to fight all four of us because...she's...not-chyours anymore! *grins stupidly*
  • The other Defenders and Elektra: Goddamit Jess.
  • Trish: *walks up behind Jess and hits her on the back of her head*
  • Colleen: *walks up behind Danny and hits him on the back of his head*
  • Danny: Hey, what the hell was that for!
  • Colleen: I don't know, I just felt like it. *troll smile*
[1/?] roman holiday

█ title: roman holiday
█ pairing: jeon Jungkook/park jimin
█ writer: kafeuka
█ rating: nc17
█ summary: Jungkook was sure as hell he did not spend the last ten years training to babysit the man he used to have sex with. But, well, shit happens. (Or: In which Jungkook somehow landed on a job as a bodyguard to protect hotel owner Jimin who happened to be under his monitoring division in the training center)

★ this is a sequel to ‘you’re ripped at every edge (but you’re a masterpiece)’
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Dating Arthur Shelby would include:

- Being the only person who can calm him down when he sees red mist and is consumed by anger and frustration.
- Him seeking regular reassurance that you love him because he doesn’t believe he deserves love and kindness after everything he has done.
- Him being prepared to take on anyone who dares to say a bad word against you.
- Mostly being the little spoon when he climbs into bed and wraps you into a tight protective hug from behind.
- Only being the big spoon when ‘business’ gets to much for him and he needs to feel encompassed by love.
- A combination of both rough and loving sex, especially quickies in the back room of the Garrison.
- Regularly sweeping his hair back when it falls down into his face especially when he leans down to kiss you.

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Ok but Neil has hair long enough that he has to hold it back with a bandana through the entire series, right? Neil having to push his hair out of his eyes from time to time but bc he’s a Hot Guy™ he does the move where he simultaneously runs his fingers through his hair. Neil’s hair becoming long enough that when he does this the ends of his hair sweep across his cheekbones. Andrew gulps. Matt has a heart attack. Nicky tries calling 911.