i even got a haircut today

wednesday. 11:05 am.
i’m trying to be happy
but i keep getting grasped by the clutches of sadness
when i remember how you just don’t care
and you probably won’t ever care
about me
or my happiness
ever again…
even if you do
it just won’t be the same.

thursday. 11:11 am.
for the first time in months
i didn’t wish for you
but believe me
i wanted to.

friday. 3:00 am.
i woke up to find our last conversation playing on a loop
i can’t sleep without hearing your voice
without wishing to relive that day just to change what happened
without missing what we had
without missing you
as i finally start to drift off to sleep again
i tell myself
that even if we are nothing now
it was an honor
a privilege
to have meant something
to you at one point.

saturday. 7:35 pm.
you posted a selfie on twitter
i had to stop myself from liking it
but i couldn’t stop myself from going back onto your profile
and looking at it once more
i miss you.

sunday. 4:05 pm
i got a haircut today
i want to text you
or send you a selfie
like i used to be able to do
i want to ask you what you think of it
i want to ask if you think of me
i don’t
i won’t.

monday. 1:55 pm.
i had the weirdest dream last night
you were in it
the only part that wasn’t weird
was that even in my dream
you couldn’t be bothered to text me back.

tuesday. 4:57 am.
i’ve dreamt about you
every night
since you left
last night was no exception
and i am so
so tired
but i hope you’re sleeping well.

wednesday. 11:42 am.
whenever something happens
you’re still the first person i think to tell
i still have to stop myself every time
you’re the hardest habit
i’ve ever had to break.

—  a week with you on my mind || inspired by @panamaweddings
(cc, 2017)
Haircuts and Wedding Plans [Part 1]

Characters: hair stylist!Jensen Ackles, single mom!reader, Indiana [reader’s daughter], Genevieve Padalecki, Felicia Day, Ashlyn [OFC]
Pairing: Jensen x reader
Word count: 2.3K
Warnings: cussing??
Summary: You’re busy getting your sister’s wedding organized, spending time with your kid, Indiana, and trying to figure out getting a date for the wedding, when you take Indie to get a haircut and meet Jensen.
A/N: This is for @teamfreewill-imagine ​‘s birthday AU challenge. [The prompt was hairdresser!Jensen.] Happy late birthday, Jamie! Honestly, you, your blog, and your writing are all amazing, so thank you for being you. And thanks for letting me be a part of your challenge. Hope you like this! <33
Beta: @wintersfavoritechild She really helped me out this time, even though I kinda distracted her from writing an essay due in the morning…..

Originally posted by milanavsh

My phone buzzed and I looked down at it to see a text from Felicia.

I thought I’d mention that I’m not at work today. Feeling sick. Sorry. :(

Wait… Work? Why was she telling me about- Fuck. Hairdresser. I was supposed to be there in thirty minutes. With Indiana.

Please tell me you even remembered…

I groaned and texted back a nope.

“What’s up?” Genevieve asked as she finished tying a balloon.

I shook my head. “It’s nothing. I was just supposed to take Indie to cut her hair. She’s been begging me to go get a haircut, and we all know how bad I am at even trimming hair. But since the date for Ashlyn’s bridal shower got changed to today instead of last weekend, I totally forgot about it. But I guess I’ll just cancel… Ugh, she’s gonna be so disappointed. She’s been having a rough time being back in school, and she’s really been looking forward to this.”

“No. It’s fine. Go. We’re pretty much done with decorating, and you should be back by six, right?” Gen smiled and shrugged. “Get your kiddo a haircut.”

I looked at her hesitantly. “But-”

“Seriously. Go.”

I rolled my eyes, but smiled, thankful. “Fine.”

Okay, but you’re still coming, right? Cuz I got somebody who took some of my appointments and you and Indiana are one of them.

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anonymous asked:

Good vibes! I'm a closeted trans guy, and today some kids (who I've never met) were asking me about my new haircut while stood behind me in the lunch queue, and they got super confused when my friend misgendered me and even asked what my gender actually was because they didn't believe I was female!

I originally made this blog to post doodles, drawings, writings, and whatever I wanted but as more people started following I got really scared. I’m happy my stuff is being seen more, so thank you so much for following me and sharing my work.

I think I might do more of what I intended in the first place, to use this blog as a blog, and not solely a place to post stuff I’m a bit more proud of than usual. If you dislike long-winded text posts, I’ll tag journal entries with “sheejournal” so you could blacklist, or I guess you could just unfollow me! Don’t worry, I don’t think my life is so interesting that I’d have one everyday.

Today around noon, on the way to Costco, the sky looked like this:

It was filled with clouds and I couldn’t find the sun. When this happens I get kinda nervous. Later on, there wasn’t a proper sunset either… And then with cloudy nights, the sky is pitch black and I can’t find the moon.

My sister made silly putty at school and it’s so cute. If it stretches more than 30cm it snaps with a “thup!” sound.

She’s a kid but sometimes I envy her ‘cause kid-me wasn’t even close to how cute she is. She’s smarter than me too, and more mature. Hmm, nevermind, I don’t think I’m envious anymore. I’m so proud for her. Today she was wearing the shirt I got in middle school from the Bluenotes boys section. It says “Hire me! Me! Me!”

I looked at my new haircut in the mirror many times and it’s always different. I think short hair is like that. I looked better with long hair but I feel so much happier now with my hair to my chin!

When I look in the mirror my face is always blurry ‘cause I never wear glasses.

Sometimes I think I look nice and sometimes really ugly. It’s not like back when I disliked myself, now I look ugly and laugh, and I don’t really wanna change anything unless I look really hard.

I spent so much time with my sister today and I’m so happy. March Break started so we’ll get to talk and play more. At night, she gifted me a beautiful Coatl dragon. We did a trade, I gave her an indigo Pearlcatcher. She’s so generous, she said her dragon was 60k. I was going to gift her a 6k dragon… When I heard her say that I felt so guilty! I got her an expensive one too.

I love this dragon a lot, I named it after her.

A lot of things happened today. My friend came back from Japan and I bet there’ll be tons of snacks for us to munch on.

Goodnight! 🌙

anonymous asked:

Good Vibes!!! I've started transitioning and it's going really well! My mother uses my preferred name and pronouns. I even got my really unsupportive grandmother to use my preferred name today! I got a haircut that I can make look masculine and feminine (im genderfluid) and a nonbinary friend of mine gave me some binders that no longer fit them a little while back.

My transgender timeline

So I feel like i’m at a point in my life where i can share these pictures and put them out there and not feel bad about it;
i can’t lie to myself and pretend that the first 15 years of my life never happened, because they did. Looking back at the person i was, i’m not ashamed. My life is where it is because of that person i used to be, even if i was unhappy. If things had been different, I wouldn’t have the life I have now, which, i must add, is not perfect, but its pretty good.
Here we have pictures of me from the end of my 8th grade year to today (end of 11th grade)
Hopefully my transformation could help some people and give them hope, or just give people an insight to how different life becomes once you come out as trans*

8th Grade Year; Often thought about the possibility of being trans but pushed it out of my head for fear of what that would bring. I had really low self esteem issues because of bullying in elementary, but after i got this haircut i felt a little better. The year before, I had tried to kill myself. Even though it was over a year before this picture was taken, I still hadn’t fully recovered. Something kept me going this whole time, and I’m glad it did.

Summer before 9th grade year; Got highlights! :’-) After my extremely uncomfortable 8th grade prom and my tragic poofy black dress.

9th grade year; Dyed my hair completely blonde.

9th grade; At this point I knew I wasn’t 100% female and it scared me to be honest. I tried my best to rule out the possibility I was trans, so I tried to convince myself to settle for androgyny.

9th grade; managed to convince my mom to let me cut my hair off. I took this photo right after. Even though I had eyeliner on in the picture, I fell in love with how masculine I looked and used this picture for my profile on every website.

9th grade; dyed my hair back to brown. The first time I dyed it, I somehow managed to get my original hair color and had a breakdown. I didn’t know why I was so upset about it but after I dyed it to dark brown I felt a lot better.

9th grade; Still not sure how to go about the androgynous thing. I told people that any pronouns were fine but obviously only got refered to as ‘she’. I just tried my best not to think about gender and just try to not look hideous.

9th grade; Got a pixie cut and tried the androgyny thing again. After much deliberation, I decided to ask my mom if I could wear a suit to my friend’s sweet sixteen. After lots of back and forth argueing, i managed to get her to say yes. Here I am trying on a blazer and feeling really confident for the first time in a long time.

My friend’s sister said I wasn’t allowed to show up in a suit to their sweet sixteen. However, my friend told me to do it anyway, so i did. My mom however told me that I /had/ to wear eyeliner and lipstick if i wore a suit, so i did. Besides this, though, I still felt like I was finally getting somewhere in terms of gender identity.

Summer before 10th grade; I was fighting a lot of internal battles at this time. I knew i wasnt androgynous. I wasn’t female. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I couldnt ignore the fact that every time I heard my birthname or ‘she’ it hurt me. I’m not sure what I would have done if I didn’t have my best friend with me :’-)
(Isn’t she cute? I was totally crushing on her but didn’t know it yet~)

Summer before 10th grade, stopped wearing eyeliner and doubled up on sports bras. When I finally accepted the fact that I was trans, I tried my best to lose all the femininity I had.

Summer before 10th grade year; Got another haircut! I told my friends to use male pronouns with me for the first time. It felt so right, that I no longer had doubts in my mind. I knew that I didn’t want to live as female, so I decided to tell my mom the August before 10th grade year.

Beginning of 10th grade year; After coming out to my mom, I asked my best friend to be my girlfriend. Although a lot of things seemed to be going right, I became very anxious and depressed. I was put on anti-anxiety and anti-depressant medication and was doing okay, although in this point of my life I began cutting myself for the first time. It was a hard and stressful time in my life, probably because of the changes going on around me. I had horrible dysphoria, and coming out to my teachers and classmates wasn’t easy.

10th grade; Dyed my hair pink while i was more comfortable with myself. It didn’t last long because I didn’t like all the negative attention, but I actually really did like it.

End of 10th grade; Prom with my gf!! It was the first time I got fitted for a tux and it was just really great all around.

End of 10th grade year; went pastel purple! I also started using editing apps, lmao. I was digging the hair (should have kept it, tbh)

Summer before 11th grade; went to trans camp. Met awesome people and felt really good for the first time in a while. I was diagnosed with PCOS and started developing really bad acne, which sucked, but I lived with it.

(For all those who didn’t believe that I had white hair!!!)

Aaaand a collection of 11th grade pics!

And most recently, here I am 2 weeks on T, happier than i’ve ever been. I’m still with my girlfriend and we just hit 1 year 7 months~ How time flies, huh? ;v;

I know this was long but I really wanted to post this, partly to pick myself up and see the progress I’ve made.
Here’s to proving that it really does get better.


weekend with my loveloveloves

1) moo had a bunch of matted spots on her bum sooo she got a bit of a haircut… i told t i’d use my same skills to give our kids haircuts one day hahaha
2) afternoon naps
3) afternoon naps x2 with two babes (look at lil moo in her bed!)
4) how we get woken up in the morning

it wasn’t too bad when he left today. usually i cry even if i don’t think i’m going to hahaha. but in only eighteen sleeps i’m home for ten, and knowing this is the last first visit feels so so good. two years down. the countdown is in the months now!!

anonymous asked:

Sending good vibes and encouraging thoughts your way, you got this girl! (Also, love your jacket!) ~ With love, a fellow red-headed Pisces :)

high five to a fellow red-headed Pisces! even if my red hair is a lie, I’ve been dyeing it for ten years, can I be an honorary redhead now

I’ll keep kicking, that’s what I do. just also whine on Tumblr about how it’s hard. I scheduled a haircut and called my psychiatrist (to leave a message, but still) today, so that’s progress?

The new school year {C}

C. I realised that even though he really isn’t young, he has a strong young boy vibe for some reason. He got a haircut, his hair really is like a young boy’s. And when I saw him walking up the stairs today? He had so much energy in his step, basically jumping up like a little kid! He also wore jeans and a tourist backpack, he must take Casual Friday seriously haha. Despite that young boy vibe, he has so much knowledge and is so well-spoken/outspoken/(I mean that he can talk very well)!

We haven’t talked at all, though. He hasn’t even said my name once yet. I got to the point of hoping he’d ask me to stay behind after lessons to talk about the whole moving/not moving thing or whatever else, but I don’t think he will. I feel kinda desperate, but I can’t control it, the thoughts just come into my head…

KBTBB: Haircut

“Anonymous said:If it isn’t too much to ask, could you do a headcanon for Kissed By The Baddest Bidder where the guys find themselves having their hair done by MC so she can do some crazy hairstyle and/or haircut”

Requested: Yes

For: Anon

Smut: No

Eisuke Ichinomiya
It was a bright sunny day. Before you left your bed you saw your boyfriend sleeping soundly with his hair slightly hovering over his eyes. You pushed them away and gave him a kiss on his forehead. 

Standing up, you made your way to the kitchen to make his morning coffee. This has been a daily routine for the both of you. But just like everyday he’d get mad at you for leaving the bed too early. “Who told you to leave the bed without my permission?” He growled making you sigh. “Eisuke, how many times do I have to tell you that I get up in the morning just to make your coffee. Don’t you want your morning coffee?” You innocently answered him. 

“Tsk, I’d rather have you first before my morning coffee.” He grinned towards you as he pushed his hair away. “Huh my hair got long quickly, I might have to do some detour to get it done today.” 

Then a bright idea game into your mind. “Oooh can I cut your hair?” You asked excitedly. As much as Eisuke loves you, he didn’t know how much he trust you with cutting his hair. “I promise it’ll be a short trim, and if you don’t like it then.. you can go to your private hair stylist.” The smile on your face never left. 

This caused him to sighed and give in. You grabbed the scissors and made him sit inside the bathroom. Eisuke was so nervous of the outcome, hoping it won’t be that bad to fix later on.

Just like you promised you were only giving him a trim. Once you were done, he looked in the mirror. “Not bad for your first time.” He smirked. He was satisfied with his hair cut.

Ota Kisaki
Your artist boyfriend has been so caught up with his new project coming up. He’s working hard and you knew that. There will be times where you’d come and visit how he was doing just to bring some food. 

Sometimes he forgets to eat once he gets caught up with his work and you were his only hope of keeping himself steady. He would thank you every time you’d come to check on him. “I’m your girlfriend after all, I’m just looking out for you.” 

“Aww. I’m sorry Koro, I know I’m supposed to be looking after you and not the other way around.” He smiled apologetically. 

You understand why he has to neglect you sometimes but surprisingly you were okay with it. Cause you knew that after his big projects, he would give all his attention towards you. 

Three days has passed and the project he’s been working on if finally finished. Happily skipping to his studio to congratulate him. 

Ota was standing in front of the mirror. “Koro I look like you! My hair got so long and I didn’t even notice.” 

“Hey that’s mean!” You pouted.

He changed the angle of his head to see how long his hair. “And to think I was going to take you out on a date today. Y/N, do you want to give your master a haircut?” He suggested. 

You looked at him with a confused face. Out of all things he could ask you to do why does it have to be giving him a hair cut. But now that you think of it, it might be fun to do so. “Fine, but if its a bad haircut don’t blame me on me.” 

Ota happily sat on a chair waiting for you to cut his hair.

Mamoru Kishi
Another lazy afternoon was just ahead for you and Mamoru. You didn’t mind it though, you were very tired from all the event happening at the hotel lately. 

Sleeping in is the best choice right now and that is Mamoru’s specialty. It might sound creepy but you stared started at you boyfriend while sleeping. Pushing away his long hair away from his face you admired his innocent face. 

He stirred awake, “Mmmm sweetheart I’m trynna sleep here.” He mumbled.

You chuckled and left him in the bed to prepare for breakfast. Making your way to the kitchen, you looked at the ingredients that you could use. Luckily there’s enough egg, bacon and flour for your ideal brunch. 

In a few moments your lazy boyfriend got up. “Sweetheart do ya need help?” 

“No Mamo, it’s okay. I’m almost done anyways.” 

Mamoru set up the table for the two of you. “By the way, your hair is getting long. Why don’t you go for a haircut?” 

“Ugh I’m too lazy for that.” 

“Can I… Cut your hair?” You smiled at him. He stopped what he was doing and looked at your with a serious face. “No.” He replied 

“Awe come on Mamo! I promise it won’t look bad. I’ll only trim it for you and if you don’t like it then we can go to the Barber shop.” You pleaded. At the end he agreed for you to cut his hair. He hoped that it wasn’t going to be bad, he prayed not to ruin anything. 

To his surprise, you did a decent job and kissed the top of your head. “Not bad sweetheart.” He grinned.

Baba Mitsunari
As much as you loved Baba, you couldn’t help but nag him about his hair. He was starting to look more of a girl. “But I like my hair this long Y/N.” He pouted. 

“Okay fine I won’t nag you about it anymore, it’s your hair after all.” 

Deep down you thought to yourself that he could pass as a very cute girl. You chuckled at the thought. “What’s so funny Princess?” He raised his brow. 

“Oh nothing I was just thinking how cute you’ll be if you were a girl. I could totally see the guys hitting on you.” You grinned.

Turning your back away from him, you proceeded to do your tasks as he panicked. 

Baba was thinking that if he did keep his hair long, the guys would think that he’s your brother and not your lover. He didn’t want that to happen. He quickly ran to you and held your shoulders. “Y/N please do the honours of cutting my hair. I don’t want to have long hair anymore.”

It was your turn to raise your brows at him. Out of all people he asked you to cut his hair. “Wouldn’t it better for you if you go to a barber shop and get it done there?” 

“No, I want you to do it for me. You can cut my hair however you want and make me look hot.” He winked. 

“Okay fine I’ll do it myself but don’t come crying to me if its really ugly.” You grinned.

Soryu Oh
Both you and Soryu had a day off today and just wanted to have a lazy day. He laid down using your lap as his pillow as he read his detective novels. You were playing with his hair as you watched one of your favourite show. 

You weren’t even aware about what you’re doing until Soryu said something. “Y/N why are you playing with my hair?” He questioned. 

You blushed. “Oh I’m sorry Soryu, I wasn’t aware of my actions I’ll stop doing it now.” 

For some reason it made you sad that Soryu didn’t want you to touch his hair. Or at least that’s what he was trying to imply. “I didn’t tell you to stop or anything. I was just wondering about it.” 

You told him that you used to do this with your nieces and nephews every time they use your lap as their pillow. “Sorry, I guess its just a habit. But I did notice how long your hair is growing.” 

Soryu agreed and checked his image on the mirror. And to your surprised he ask you to cut his hair for him. “Um… Soryu are you sure? Wouldn’t it be more safe if you go to the barber shop and do it?” You replied nervously. 

“That’s true but I want you to cut my hair and if its really bad then, I can always go to the barber shop and get it fixed.” He eyes softened. 

You sighed, “Okay but I’m telling you now that you should just get someone to do it.”

He kissed your forehead reassuring you that everything will be fine. 

A Blast from the Past

A/N: So i write again! This idea have been bugging me for a while so I had to write it down, and the blonde thing, I just have to put that in here. oh, and I have an ‘ask’ button on my page now, I’d love to get some reviews for my writing, that keeps me going.


It’s in Spencer Reid’s POV

We, me and Morgan, were in a hospital, we were going to interview the only living victim from our latest case. I introduced myself to the doctor, “My name is Dr.—“ I stopped, she seemed really familiar, “(y/n)?”

“What? No, my name is Dr. (y/n) and your name should be Dr. Spencer Reid,” she chuckled.

I threw my arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug, “Oh God, I’ve missed you, (y/n),” I kissed the top of her head.

I didn’t want to let go of her but, “Hey, Kid, the hell is goin’ on here?” Morgan interrupted.

I pulled back from the hug, laughing, “Sorry. Morgan, this is (y/n), my friend—“

“Only,” she winked, “At least until you got the entire basketball team to worship you,”

“My only friend in high school. (y/n), this is Derek Morgan, my co-worker,”

“What? I don’t know Pretty Boy got a hot friend, why didn’t you introduce us sooner, Reid?” he mused and shook her hand.

“Pretty Boy, huh?” she gave me an amused look, “Well, I can’t say I disagree, you are pretty, but I can’t say the same for your hair, though,”

“Well, if I know I would be seeing you today, I would’ve gotten a haircut yesterday. And I’d love to introduce you guys sooner, but she disappear three years, six month, and seventeen days after we graduate, so I can’t actually do that. And she wasn’t even—” that hot. Is ‘hot’ even the right term to describe her? I felt my face getting hot and I could see Morgan laughing.

“Alright, I’m sure you two gentlemen are not here to get to know me. So, how can I help you?” she saved me from being Morgan laughingstock.

There are some questions I’d like to ask her but she was right, we’re here to work, “We’d like to see James Miller, he’s supposedly admitted here—“

“Eighteen hours ago, yeah, skull fracture, concussion, broken ribs, possible retrograde-amnesia. Longest surgery I’ve ever went on. Hell, whatever happened to that guy, I wish he’s got the amnesia or else he has to deal with PTSD and that’s not fun. He’s in room 427, you guys can go there, I have to check on my other patients,” she bid her goodbye and left us there.


An hour later we were already back in the precinct. Reported back to the team what we found from the victim, which is nothing, (y/n) was right, James miller got an amnesia from the torture he’d endured. (y/n). God, how I’ve missed her. She was the one who kept me sane in high school. Twelve years I never heard from her. After we graduated high school, we kept our line of communication, we call each other, we send letters, we meet up in parks whenever we were back in Vegas on our college breaks. And then out of nowhere the calls stopped, the letters never came to my hands, no more—

“…. Reid? You heard me?” I heard Hotch voice from afar.

“Spence, you’re okay?” JJ piped up.

“What? I—uh, yeah, I, I’m okay, sorry I zoned out. What did you say?”

“I want you to work on the geographical profile,” Hotch said.

“Reid, you sure you’re okay? You seem different, what happen at the hospital?” Emily turned her head from me to Morgan.

“Pretty Boy got himself a girl, a hot one I might add,”  Morgan grinned from ear to ear.

“WHAT?” Emily and JJ spoke in unison.

“I know you got that in you, Kid,” Rossi chuckled.

“Oh my god, Reid got a girl. What’s her name, Boy Wonder, I have to check on her background, to make sure she isn’t a serial killer or something,” Garcia giggled, I didn’t even know Garcia was listening over the phone.

“I’m fine. She’s not my girlfriend, and don’t look for her information, Garcia, she’s not a serial killer,”  I left and asked an officer to give me a state-wide map and worked on the geographical profile.


“Garcia, pull out the names of male in his late thirties to mid forties, who owns silver sedan,”

“It’s still a long list, Boss. How do I narrow it down?”

“Narrow it to people who live within two miles radius from the park where all the bodies were found,” I added.

“Reid, hey! I’ve checked all women who works at that hospital and this far no one has suspicious background, I can dig deeper if you just give me her name, because my Chocolate Thunder won’t even—“

“Garcia,” Hotch interrupted, thank God, she could go all day if he didn’t stop her.

“Right, I’m sorry, Sir. So I’ve narrowed it down and I got two names who fit your profile, Adam Harris and Joe Robinson. Before you ask, the addresses already in your phones,”

“Thanks, Garcia. Dave, you take Reid and JJ to the first house, the rest we’ll go to the second,” Hotch said as he put on his bulletproof vest

The ride to the address was quiet, we got a call from Morgan telling us they’re heading to our address as well, they went to the second address and it was clear, the house was empty, looked like no one lived there in the past month.

When we entered the house, we knew we got the right house, we were in the unsub’s house. The house was a mess. There were some blood spatter on the floor and walls. “Adam Harris, FBI,” Rossi stated, “We know you’re angry at Ronald Parker because your wife left you and chose him over you. But killing people who look like him won’t do you any good. If you give yourself up we’ll go easy on you,”

“And what’s in that for me, anyway? I’ve already killed those men, giving up or not I’ll go to jail anyway,” there he was, the unsub, he’s got a gun. And then I found myself laying on the ground. I felt cold. That’s when I realized I got shot. Right above my bulletproof vest.

“Spence! Spencer! Look at me, open your eyes,” JJ came into view and mumbled. Why was she mumbling?

“We got an agent down, we need medic,” I heard Rossi’s voice. Why did he sound so far away? 

Then everything went dark.


I opened my eyes slightly, blinded by the lights, I closed my eyes again. I was in a hospital. “Spence, you’re awake?” JJ’s voice, I nodded. “Good. I’ll get the doctor,” I saw the rest of my team sitting across the room, eating takeouts.

JJ came back with the doctor, (y/n), a few minutes later, “Hello again, Doctor Reid,” she mused. I returned her greetings and didn’t say anything. We spent a good few minutes in silence when she checked on my vitals. I could feel eyes on me, my team’s, but I didn’t mind. I took time to look at her face.

“So where is your white hair?” I touched her now-brown hair, brushed it away from her face. She was done checking my vitals. She told me I could leave in a few hours.

“It was platinum blonde, duh,” she laughed, “And I still am a blondie, just not at work. Why? You have a ‘thing’ for blondie now?” I flushed. Now that I think about it, maybe I do have a ‘thing’ for women with blonde hair, all of my past crushes were blonde, not that there were many, but Lila Archer, JJ, Ashley Seaver all have blonde hair. Maeve had red hair, yes, but I didn’t know that when I got closer to her, and I was interested in her mind I didn’t even think about her appearance. “Oh my God, you are! You’re blushing!” (y/n)’s voice startled me, “I was joking but you actually have a ‘thing’ for blondie,” she bursted out laughing with my team as well.

“Hilarious, (y/n),” I tried to mask my embarassment by trying to sound stern, and failed, stern didn’t fit me.

“Sorry, but, let me ask you this, did you really missed me that much so you decided to be my patient?”

“You make it sounds like I got shot on purpose, (y/n),”

“Reid, you’re not gonna introduce us to your girl?” Emily spoke.

“Oh, like Morgan didn’t just tell you what happen yesterday when we met (y/n),” I mused, “This is (y/n), my high school friend. (y/n), these are my co-worker, my team, you’ve met Morgan and JJ, Jennifer Jareau, I mean, the rest is Emily Prentiss, David Rossi, and Aaron Hotchner,”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you guys, and David Rossi, I read all of your books, you’re a great writer, you should write more,” she smiled.

After a few minutes of getting to know each other—my team basically bombarded (y/n) with questions—they said goodbye and went to the hotel, left me in the hospital with (y/n). “So, what do you say we get dinner together?” I asked her.

“I usually don’t take my patient’s offer,”

“Then discharge me, so I’m no longer your patient, please?” she didn’t say anything, so I tried again, “I’ll get a haircut,” I put on my hopeful face.

“Then I’ll be a blondie,” she replied with a smile.

I’ve never been so eager to get a haircut before.

anonymous asked:

Did somebody really suggest Tom Hiddleston?? He doesn't even KIND OF look like adult Jaeden Lieberher. Like, even if you were really stretching where he got a haircut and was still a scrawny guy Tom Hiddleston still isn't remotely close to being a good fit for Bill wtf

i know wisbkd i was so fuckin confused when i saw it i had to do a double take and i was like “well maybe its just one persons bad judgement” but NOPE i saw it on like three different posts aidnkdjd

ppl rly jus love given mediocre white man roles they do mot deserve smh not only does he look Nothing like bill he rly wouldnt do bill any justice!! no one would ever even focus on bills character bc everyone and their mom is so obsessed with tom hiddleston, hes all theyd even see!! theyd just see the actor, they wouldnt give bill the recognition he deserves and its gross!!

im tired of the same three white guys always being in everything like i kno bill is white so hes gonna have a white actor but at least give me someone new goddamn!!!