i do what i want with my hair because it is mine


all of you, keep your eyes forward. i’ll guard your backs. ins.

i want so many pictures taken of me. i want pictures of me writing in journals. i want pictures of me reading. i want pics of me watching the sky and i want pictures of me being excited. i want pictures of me jumping up and down after hearing the best news ever and i want pictures of me having to fix my glasses. i want pictures of me with my hair being blown everywhere because of the wind and i want pictures of me so blurry that im not even sure what im doing in them. i want photos of me sitting on my bed with my phone in one hand and a cigarette in the other whilst laughing the hardest i’ve ever laughed. i want pictures of me looking out windows and pictures of me sitting on the floor with paint all over my hands in nothing but a long flannel. i want pictures of me running in all types of directions in fields. i want pictures of my facial expression the second someone calls my name. i want pictures of me dancing and jamming to music and i want photos of me when im in deep thought. i want pictures of me when im a mess and sobbing on the floor. i jus want so many pics of me doing things bc i wanna know what kind of person everyone else sees. i want to capture every raw moment.

The Look Of Love

Prompt: Okay so I’ve had this prompt in my head for months now and I really like your writing so could you maybe do dom!punk!phil who basically wants to have sex with pastel!dan all the time because he can’t get enough of him (established relationship) thank you!

Author’s note: I hope this is close to what you had in mind!<3  (1.6k words)  Anyways, I’ll keep naming my fics after 80s songs until my ears fall off from all the synth ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Lines SVT would probably use on their crush

S.Coups: They say thick thighs save lives… Are you in need of saving?

Jeonghan: The only way my hair can look any better is on your pillow.

Joshua: I speak many languages but there’s one I’d like for you to teach me and it’s called Love. 

Jun: Excuse me. Do you have a name or can I call you mine?

Hoshi: Do you know what Hoshi means? Star. Do you know what a star is? You.

Wonwoo: If you were a book, I’d stay up all night reading you.

Woozi:  Are you a Seventeen song? Because you’re looking 아주 nice today.

DK: Some people call me DK, Dokyeom or Seokmin but you can just call me tonight.

Mingyu: My friend wants to know if you think I’m cute.

The8: If I’m the prince of China will you be the prince/princess of my heart? 

Seungkwan: Have you heard me sing? *laughs* Of course you have. Well one night with me and I’ll teach you how to hit all those high notes.

Vernon: *freestyle raps* Me without you is like a nerd without braces, a shoe without laces, a sentence without spaces.

Dino: Are you sick? I think you might be suffering from lack of Vitamin Dino.

you asked and i gave.
that’s just the way it was.
that’s just the way it always will be.
you want something?
i do everything in my power to bring it to you,
like a dog playing fetch,
i bring it to you until it flies over the fence.
it was always about you, never about me;
the only thing i wanted was to please you
but you could never be pleased
so i never got what i wanted
and you never wanted me.

and now you still want to fuck me
but you don’t dare call me beautiful

but i don’t even care if you say it
because giving you what you want is enough

and i think i feel most beautiful with your hands in my hair

and i think i feel most powerful with my skin on your skin

and i’m starting to think this is nothing but a power trip

and you’re only using me to feel better
about your sad pathetic life

and i’m only using you because
at one time, you were the best thing in mine

and maybe i’m just jealous

jealous she made you happier than i ever could
jealous of how her hair fell perfectly on her face
jealous she was prettier than me,
smarter than me, better than me

and god, i hated her in a way that’s so unlike me,

a fire that blossomed in my chest when she looked at me.

i couldn’t breathe with all the pressure i put on myself

like maybe if i was better, you’d like me

and maybe if we keep touching, i will win finally.

—  but who am i kidding?
Dating Jack Would Include

Request: Can you do a dating Jack Maynard would include?


Dating Jack would include…

waking up early but not being able to get out of bed because he would have his arms wrapped around you so tightly.

morning voice !!!

him buying you clothes all the time because he just likes buying clothes.

the two of you posting selifes on Snapchat literally everyday.

“Babe, let’s take a selfie. Babe. Babe?” “What?” “Were you sleeping?” “Yeah. What do you need?” “C’mon, let’s take a selfie, Snapchat got a new filter.” “I hate you.”

strategically placed hickeys because he wants everyone to know you’re his.

him being very overprotective when you go out.

“you’re mine” sex when someone flirts with you.

“you’re mine” sex when someone flirts with him.

trying to relax him on nights he can’t sleep.

“Babe?” “Hmm?” “I can’t sleep. Can you play with my hair? It always helps.”

having to take care of him when he’s sick (aka literally all the time) (he needs a better immune system I s2g).

cuddles when he’s sick.

cuddles when he’s sleepy.

just cuddles all the time.

him muttering “I love you’s” in your ear whenever he can, just in case you might forget.

  • Fushimi: *scoffing* Boyfriend? I don't want to be Misaki's boyfriend!
  • Kusanagi: *cleaning a glass in the bar* Well, what do you want then?
  • Fushimi: *slumps down and hits head on bar* I don't know. I just want to be with him. All the time. I want to hear about his day and tell him about mine. I want to hold his hand and smell his hair. But I don't want to be his stupid boyfriend. Because Misaki is stupid. And HOMRA is stupid. And you're stupid. And Captain is stupid. You know who else is stupid? Everyone. Everyone is stupid. Stupid Misaki won't even look at me. And another thing-
  • Kusanagi: ...
I wore my hair like that because that’s the way people liked it.
I went to the party because people wanted me to go.
I stopped writing because people said I should.
All my life I’ve been doing things for other people.
I’ve let people tell me,
What to wear,
What to like,
And who to be.
But maybe I’m tired.
Maybe I want to change and do something,
Because I’d like to.
I want to live my life not for anyone else,
But for me.
—  realisations that i’m only having right now
SEVENTEEN’s reaction to you fangirling over 1D

***If you want me to make a BTS, EXO, 2PM OR SEVENTEEN reaction, feel free to request**


You: “Niall is so cute!”

S.Coups:”..but… I am cuter, right?”


You:”I just want to run my hands through Harry’s soft hair!!”

Junghan: “Please. His hair isn’t even half as soft and nice as mine.”


*what is she doing?*


*huh. they are not even that great.*


*you replay ‘night changes’ for the 24th time*

Hoshi: “PLEASE! STOP! Can we listen to something else?!”

*you play 1Ds ‘steal my girl’*


*after you are done fangirling*


*imitates you because he is annoyed*


“she is so cute!”


M:“(Y/N) wha-”

You: shhh, not right now.”


“Are you feeling okay?”


“Oh my Goodness! Make it stop!”


“Why don’t you jump and scream like that when you see me and the guys?”


*fangirls with you*

**i don’t own any of the gifs*

I compare everyone to you. I compare them to your height and your smile and your hair and your shoulders and your back and your stomach and your hips. Not to mention your voice, the way your forehead wrinkles when you belt out your favourite song, the way you never let the world make you bitter. I compare everyone to you because after you’ve tasted perfection, how are you ever supposed to go back to the mediocre crap everyone else has to offer? Even as you lay there on the phone asleep and I hear you breathing, I can’t stop wishing I could lean over and kiss you. I don’t want to love anyone else, even if I thought it would be possible. I know you don’t feel the same way but I hope to God a day comes when you do. I don’t miss you because what we had was easy, nor because it’s easy to go back to or because I miss the memories. I miss you. I miss the way you smell, the dip between your hipbones, I miss your arms, the sounds you made. I miss your laugh and your smile and holding your hand. You were real, we were real. I miss us. I miss feeling like I didn’t have to take the world on alone. I hope one day you find your way back into my arms. I hope one day you come home. If you ever do, the door will be unlocked. I always knew you were the one, I hope one day you think I am too.
—  You’re asleep but these are the things I wish I could tell you

Hey T!

QUICK HAIR UPDATE: So as you can see I added some blonde into my hair and it was something that I was a little nervous to do, but I’m really excited about how it turned out!! So I just thought I’d share that with you lol

I also wanted to take the time to let you know how thankful I am to have you in my life and for the precious moment I got to have with you! (Loft'89 in Philly!) You have been there for me through the unimaginable. And even at my worst times, just knowing that I have you to turn to makes me unbelievably happy, and for that I’m truly grateful. You’ve always been and continue being such a bright light in my life. Words cannot describe how much I miss you and your AMAZING hugs!! Thanks again for everything, I don’t know what I would do without you in my life because you’ve definitely changed mine in ways that I didn’t believe were possible.

Love you immensely ❣️ @taylorswift


anonymous asked:

I really like your short hair!! I've been wanting to cut mine short for a while but I don't really have the guts to do it - what set you over the edge to where you said "fuck it" and just did it! - a curious nony

For me, I think, it got to the point where I just didn’t feel like myself with long hair. I hated it and never did anything with it (my hair is thin and flat, I use lots of product to style it). Plus, and this is a very stereotypical and shallow (but true) reason: at the time I wanted to look more queer. I was very new to the whole “not straight” thing, was dating my first gf ever, and just wanted to feel like I belonged. So insecurity with my long hair coupled with the desire/anxiety to fit in more with my new identity led to me cutting my hair off, and it was the best decision I ever made. I recommend everyone get the haircut that terrifies them because even if it looks bad you did it, yknow?

anonymous asked:

I'll kiss you. First gently, on the cheeks and on top of your lips, them I'll caress your hair and move your body closer to mine, with my hand behind your back. You'll probably have to push my hair away from my face because it always gets in the way. Doing that, you'll smile, I'll chuckle. Seeing you happy will make me want to kiss you even more, so I'll put my lips on yours and when you're ready, start slowly opening my mouth more. Our bodies will move together and our tongues will touch. <3

i have no idea what this in reference to but i love it????? tongue makes me uncomfortable, but everything else????? 👌👌💛👌👌

anonymous asked:

Hey! Where did you get the Modern AU characters' hair colors from? Are they just head cannons or is there historical evidence? I'm curious because I'm working on a modern AU of my own.

A FRIEND of mine actually told me once that Frederick’s hair was a shade of mahogany, but I have read bios that describe him to have blond, curly hair as a child. My guess is that he was one of those kids that started off as a blond and then his hair just turned brunette as he grew older. Besides, most docudramas I saw have him depicted as having dark hair as a teen / young adult, so I roll with that. Hans’ hair colour is also based on what I saw in docudramas, which often depicted him with dark hair without his wig on!!


Humantale designs, at long last!

From top to bottom, left to right: Mettaton, Papyrus, Sans, Toriel, Asgore, Undyne (unfortunately I still really have no idea what to do for Alphys, so she isn’t here yet)

I don’t want this post getting too long, so I’ll just list a couple brief design notes for each.

Mettaton (Height: 6′1″)

  • Facial structure based on George Takei (was spitballing humantale ideas with @katemarie999​ awhile back, she tossed out the idea of Mettaton being Japanese and I went to George Takei from there)
  • Black hair, dark brown eyes

Papyrus (Height: 5′10″)

  • Bright blue eyes (because of his magic), brown hair, freckles
  • Skin tone probably a very light olive tone? He and Sans are Mexican and Slavic, so I imagine their skin would be fairly similar to mine.
  • His hair is thick and soft af and you best believe he obsesses over which conditioner to use and carries a comb with him at all times

Sans (Height: 5′)

  • Always looks like he just rolled out of bed, complete with bedhead and bags under eyes
  • Bright blue eyes just like Papyrus’
  • Has an uncomfortably large mole that is (in my roomie’s immortal words) “just big enough you can’t look away but not big enough you can comment on it” - and he always seems to know when you’re staring at it because he starts making a suspicious amount of mole-centric puns that could just be off-hand remarks but you feel like they probably aren’t
  • the mole is actually Gaster

Toriel (Height: 6′1″)

  • Looks to be in her mid-30s (but how long has she been in her mid-30s? We may never know)
  • Platinum-blonde hair and reddish-brown eyes

Asgore (Height: 6′3″)

  • Hair is more yellow than Toriel’s, but his eyes are the same color

Undyne (Height: 6′)

  • Based heavily off of my longtime irl friend the lovely @jazrainbows! She’s not on tumblr much anymore unfortunately but she can see it if she ever gets back on
  • Bright red hair, amber eyes, skin tone is probably closest to almond-colored (the outside, not the inside), maybe a bit darker

These really were so much fun to design; I’ll have to figure out what on earth Alphys will be and add her in later!

“ Lord Henry went out to the garden and found Dorian Gray burying his face in the great cool lilac-blossoms, feverishly drinking in their perfume as if it had been wine. He came close to him and put his hand upon his shoulder. “You are quite right to do that,” he murmured. “Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.”

ie. I am tired of Dorian Gray always being depicted as this evil edgelord with black hair, so I decided to paint my own version of him which is (hopefully) much more true to what Oscar Wilde would want

also I kinda based him off Ezra Miller because he would make a perfect Dorian in my opinion

I wonder if you ever see something and it reminds you of me.
Like in the dust of your ceiling where I wrote our names inside a heart, I wonder if you’ve seen that yet.
And I wonder if you had to rub it out because you couldn’t look at it without hurting.
I wonder if you look at the cologne I got you and think of me and I wonder if you still use it.
I wonder if you come across movies we’ve watched together and you miss how I would play with your hair while we watched them.
I wonder if you’ve come across one of my lost hair ties or hair pins and I wonder what you did with them.
I wonder if you find yourself on my side of your bed and have to roll back to your side because it feels weird to sleep on mine.
I wonder if you ever think of me at all, and I wonder how you feel when you do so.
—  I want to know but we don’t talk anymore (M.R)
A Tattoo, Our Vows (Requested)

I sort of put a twist on the request because I didn’t want to just copy the movie exactly. Also, the songs that I used in this imagine and what inspired me this time were “Songbird” by Fleetwood Mac and “Soldier” by Gavin DeGraw. Oh, and lastly, I’m not sure about the Teen Wolf timeline so I’m just gonna say that they graduated in 2014 (because I really do think the show timeline is behind our real time (April, 2016).

As always, the gif isn’t mine. I find all of my gifs through google image searches. If the creator wants credit, just ask! :)

As your eyelids flutter open, it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the harsh fluorescent bulbs shining above your head. You hear the soft, rhythmic beeping as you reach up and pull the oxygen cannula away from your nose. Your eyes slowly scan the room until they land on a tall man with soft, slightly curly hair slumped down, asleep in a chair not far from your bed.

Suddenly you’re very anxious and scared. It’s clear to you that you’re in the hospital, but you have no idea why or who the man sleeping in that chair is. You move to push the button to call a nurse, but when you do, you feel a sharp pain in your head. You let out a short whimper of pain waking the man in your room up.

His sky-like blue eyes immediately lock on your open eyes before he jumps up and approaches your bed. “Are you okay? What hurts, Baby?” He asks you, a worried, anxious tone filling his voice.

“Baby?” You ask while moving back in your bed, away from him, while bringing your hand up to clutch your aching head. “Who are you?” You ask the man.

“Y/N, it’s me – Isaac.” The man proclaims while reaching for your hand.

You pull your hand away from Isaac before he can touch you. “Isaac?” You question. “I… I don’t…” You stutter, not having any clue who this boy is supposed to be to you.

“You were in an accident, Y/N. It’s okay. I’m going to go get your doctor. I’ll be right back, Baby.” Isaac tries to reassure you.

Within minutes Isaac returns with Dr. Geyer and Melissa McCall to explain that you’d been in some sort of altercation where you’d hit your head. You’d suffered some sort of brain injury and been unconscious for a few days now. Both medical professionals assured you that some memory loss and confusion was common and both assured you that your mind would clear and your memories should return. When they start to leave, you reach for Melissa’s hand. “Can you stay?” You ask her quickly. You had so many questions, and she was the only person here who you really trusted. “Just you.” You add on when you notice Isaac doesn’t seem to be leaving.

Melissa nods her head towards Isaac to reassure him. When it’s just the two of you, the nurse turns back to you with a kind smile on her face. “What can I do for you, Honey?”

“Can you tell me what the hell is going on? And, who the hell is that guy, and why does he keep calling me Baby?” You question Scott’s mother.

Now Melissa looks a little worried. “You mean Isaac? You don’t remember him at all?” She asks you, and you just shake your head in return. “Honey, he’s your boyfriend.”

You scrunch your eyes up as you start slowly shaking your head. “That can’t be possible. I had never even met him before now.” You inform Melissa.

“What’s the last thing you remember before the accident, Y/N?” Melissa asks you carefully, trying not to show how worried she was starting to get.

“Umm…” You bring your hand up to touch your forehead subconsciously while trying to recall your last memory. “I remember going to Senior Scribe with Scott and the others.” You offer to Melissa.

Melissa looks confused now. “Y/N, what year is it?” She quickly asks you.

“2014.” You answer quickly, completely confident in your answer. When Melissa looks more worried, you start feeling less confident and way more anxious. “Melissa, what is it?”

“Y/N, it’s 2016. You graduated almost two ears ago…” The nurse informs you carefully. “I’m going to go get Dr. Geyer. He’ll do some more tests, and we’ll figure out what’s going on. I promise.” Melissa reaches forward and squeezes your hand.

“2016…” You say to yourself as Melissa exits your room.

Outside by the nurse’s desk, Melissa approaches the doctor and Isaac. “We might have a problem.” She informs them before telling them about the conversation the two of you had just had.

Afterwards Isaac looks both hurt and angry. “So she doesn’t remember me at all?” He asks.

“The last thing she remembers is before you came back home, before you even met.” Melissa reminds the werewolf.

Isaac then turns to look at Dr. Geyer. “And when will she be able to remember the past two years?” He asks more angrily. He knew it wasn’t the doctor’s fault, but at this moment, he needed someone to be angry at.

“We’ll figure this out, Isaac.” Liam’s stepfather tells Isaac before walking off in the direction of your hospital room.


The next couple of days were extremely confusing and awkward for both you and Isaac. Learning that the life you remembered wasn’t even remotely your reality anymore was entirely too difficult for you to wrap your mind around – but you were still trying anyway. You could tell that Isaac was trying to be patient with you, but it was also incredibly trying when he was constantly bringing up a past that you couldn’t remember. Every other sentence out of Isaac’s mouth was a memory or some sort of attempt to bring your memories back.

When Dr. Geyer had told you that you could finally be released, yet another shock was thrown your way. When you’d been about to call your parents, who had been uncharacteristically absent during your hospital stay, Isaac had been the one to remind you that you actually lived with him. You’d apparently been living together for almost a year now. So, not only were you dating a complete stranger, but now you were supposed to live with and sleep next to him every night. But, your doctors had all suggested that returning to your usual routine would help spark your memory so you had done it – You’d let Isaac take back to the apartment you supposedly lived in with him.

You were still adjusting, and it was completely surreal to have to put your life together like it was some sort of puzzle.

After your shower your very first morning at home you catch a glimpse of your back in the mirror, and you’re completely shocked to see three lines of a pretty cursive print etched between your shoulder blades. You quickly wrap a towel around your body before rushing out and finding Isaac in the kitchen pouring a cup of coffee. “What is this?” You turn around and point at the tattoo on your back.

“Your tattoo.” Isaac tells you after taking a sip of the coffee in his hand.

“When did I get a tattoo… and what does it say?” You ask bewildered. As far back as you could remember, you’d sworn you’d never get a tattoo.

Isaac sets his coffee cup down on the counter before reaching across his body and pushing the right sleeve of his shirt up to show you the tattoo covering his forearm. “We got them together on our one year anniversary – of course mine was a much more extensive process.” You’d known about whole werewolf thing before you’d met so you remembered that they existed. Finding out you were dating one was a little surprising though.

“We got matching tattoos?” You question Isaac skeptically. That really didn’t sound like something you’d ever do.

“Not exactly.” Isaac shakes his head slowly before continuing. “We each chose a song for the other, something we could promise the other. You wanted it to be like a vow to one another.” Isaac explains to you.

“These were my idea?” You point towards Isaac’s tattoo.

Isaac nods his head in response before finishing his explanation. “You tattooed the specific lyrics I chose to promise you, and I did the same with the song you chose for me.”

You slowly nod your head in understanding while leaning forward to reach forward, grab Isaac’s arm, turn it, and read the words you’d once chosen to promise him. “To you, I’ll give the world. To you, I’ll never be cold… I love you. I love you. I love you like never before.” You slowly whisper out. You recognized the song immediately. You’d loved it ever since you were a little girl.

“It’s a Fleetwood Mac song…” Isaac begins to tell you, but you interrupt him.

“I remember the song from when I was a kid.” You inform Isaac. “It was always one of my favorites…” You say while tracing the lines on his arm subconsciously.

Like a slideshow playing out of sequence, small spurts of memories and fuzzy images rush through your mind, but none of it makes any sense to you. It was like hearing the melody of a song without hearing the lyrics to go along with it.

“Do you want to know what your tattoo says?” Isaac apprehensively asks you. He knew he’d been pushing you lately, but he was also afraid of pushing you too far. The doctors warned him that it could eventually just end up pushing you away altogether.

“Yeah, I do…” You whisper out, still trying to make sense of the flashes of memories. You slowly turn your back to Isaac again so he can read the tattoo.

Isaac laughs under his breath at the movement. It wasn’t like he needed to see the tattoo to remember what it said. Those words really were his promise to you, his vow for now and forever – no matter what happened or what obstacles the two of you had to overcome. “My aim is so true. I wanna show you, I’ll try forever. I’m never gonna say surrender.” Not even thinking about it, Isaac absentmindedly lifts his hand and lights runs his finger along your tattoo as he recites the words.

Unknowingly to Isaac, you’d begun to silently mouth along the words with him as he’d read your tattoo. You close your eyes, and it’s as if a rubber band is snapped into place. Suddenly and just like that, you remember.

You slowly turn around and look into your boyfriend’s beautiful blue eyes and question how you ever could have forgotten them or the handsome, amazing man in front of you whom they belonged to.

Knowing you better than you know yourself, Isaac can see the truth in your eyes before you even say it. “You remember, don’t you?” He asks as a growing smile begins to cover his face.

Happy tears fall from your eyes as you slowly nod your head. “I’m sorry I ever forgot in the first place.” You stand on your tiptoes and press your lips against Isaac’s in a slow kiss. “I love you.” You proclaim against his lips.

“I love you too, Baby.” Isaac says back while tightly wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you in flush against his own body.

What to do in summer?

Im gonna make a small cutie list with things you can do in summer (because I just finished my exams and I bored as hell)

- Sleep: Get that 9 hours you couldn’t sleep during finals. Nap as much as you want. Take a nap at six pm just because you can (but not very long, because othervwise you are not going to sleep well that night!!)

- Go out: Walk your city, see the people, enjoy the sun. When I’m studying I always miss going for a walk and enjoying the nice weather. Plus you can help your parents with groceries or going to the market

- Spend time with your loved ones: Play a game with your little brother, comb your sister’s hair, talk with your mom and help dad cleaning the car (when I was younger I loved doing this!)

- Read: I love read and I haven’t read in weeks :’( So now I have to catch one. Read in a beautiful park, with the sun kissing your skin

- Watch films, watch series: Watch that 8 seasons tv show you’ve always wanted to see! Now you have time to do it

- Revision, maybe?: Sometimes during summer I get bored of ‘entertain’ myself so maybe you can read a bit of some school books or make a cute and colorful mindmap resuming some subject of your choice

- Go to the pool! : Move your body! Sports are really nice for your body and soul and the water is really nice when the weather is hot :)

- Be happy: No matter what happened with your semester, with your finals. You worked as much as you could and that matters. You deserve spending a nice summer enjoying yourself and feelping proud of what you achieve during the schoolyear. I am proud of you :)

hantathenotsogreat  asked:

☠ He took a deep breath. "Because your smarter than almost all of us, driven, impossibly gorgeous, your power entirely outclasses mine in every way to the point you can do what I can do, and I often wonder how you style your hair. "

“ Don’t be absurd. You have your own pros yourself with your quirk. While yes, I could make a material similar to your tape, I highly doubt that I’d have as much experience as you do with using tape in combat to fight being my go-to weapon is any classic weapon that isn’t a gun. Also if it concerns you that much I can spar with you so that you can find ways to use your quirk to its maximum output of efficiency, then there will be no way that I can be better than you in that area of specialty. I also provide tutoring to students who need it, so don’t be afraid to ask if you are indeed struggling on the academic side of classes. I try to stay at my best so that it is beneficial to others. Also, we are all driven for different reasons, otherwise we wouldn’t have class together.”

She paused only then really processing the rest of what he said because her brain attached to the logical things first.

“ I-I’m not impossibly gorgeous. If that were true, well, Let’s just say I’d probably act more like Bakugou, if you know what I mean. Then again I guess beauty is in the eye of the beholder so don’t worry. I’m sure someone finds you just as attractive as you find me, they just might be shy about it is all.”

“I-Involving how to do my hair, I only part my overgrown bangs from everything else and then throw it up. I-It isn’t that hard because my hair lacks keratin, making it straight. It only ever waves once I put it down from my pony tail due to my hair band forcing my hair to kink.”