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
anything
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)

For nine years my middle son has been growing out his hair. He came out with a head full that only grew, never fell out. But since people are dumb asses and only looked at his hair, he was called a girl often. So today he got a hair cut. He wanted it. He’s wanted one for a while but I’d talk him out of it. Lost nearly 5 inches. My sister did it. I couldn’t. I couldn’t even be in there to watch it being done. :(

Got a haircut and now I’m ready to go on stage! My trans choir is performing today in front of over two thousand people and we’re even on tv! I am super excited this is gonna be l i t

sscottssummers  asked:

so there's this kid i know and i honestly think he might be warren "soft boy" worthington reincarnated?? as a 14 yr old kid?? like he looks exactly like warren, just younger - the exact haircut, a curly blonde mohawk, brilliant blue eyes, pale skin, and even some freckles!! he's got abs too he's hilarious and so sweet sadly were not really friends though id like to be but today i just noticed how much he looks like warren

i have never seen a guy in real life who looked like warren and i think that’s very unfair considering you’re not the first person who says they’ve seen someone who looked like thim

i deserve to see my own warren lookalike

GOM's staring and thinking about their s/o during class.

Kise: He would stretch a lot, trying desperately to get your attention. Occasionally stealing glances at you while trying not to make it so obvious. ’____ look at me! What’s so great outside that window anyway? Are they looking at another guy? No of course not! It’s class time anyway, no one should be allowed outside… Wait, aren’t the seniors practising baseball this period?’ “What the heck!” Kise groaned in annoyance rather too loudly. In the end the teachers sent him outside the class and got his crush to notice him but not the way he wanted it.

Aomine: ‘This sucks…’ He grumbled at how far the distance between his crush and him were. You were just three seats diagonally away from him, making it hard for you to notice him. But it does come with an advantage, whenever his crush lightly stretch their arms just two centimetres of their shirt goes up showing a tease of glimpse of their hips. 'Lord have mercy,’ he thought as his eyes lowered down with a pleased grin plastered on his face. But he made sure no one was looking at you.

Murasakibara: Murasakibara… It was obvious he was staring at you. People would would look in which direction he was staring and it was clear that it was you. Nobody dared to tease him about it but they would smile and laugh lightly at his scene. Your friends would toss you a little note teasing you about how intense he was looking at you. Giving a quick embarrassed glare at your friends you put your head down and tried to calm your red face. He frowned as you blocked your pretty face from him. 'Stop playing hard to get before I kick you in the butt!’

Kuroko: He would modestly glance every minute but try not to make it so obvious unlike Murasakibara. It was a win that he was assigned right next to you and found a great chance for you to notice him. He would even go as far as 'accidentally’  dropping his pencil to the ground but preferably close to your feet. “Thank you (Name)-San,” he made sure his fingertips touch yours feeling some kind of electricity run down your spine. 'I need a new trick, does she/he like magic?’

Midorima: 'They got a new haircut, just a light trim and parting. Their sleeves are rolled up only one time today, I wonder what’s the occasion. Their shirt is a bit wrinkled, they must be running late this morning,’ he actually made notes of everything about his crush but he doesn’t let his guard down for a second. Midorima rests his chin with his hand sitting completely straight towards the board but his eyes linger on you for the whole entire period of the class.

Akashi: Normally he wouldn’t put as much effort into raising his hands to answer every question the teacher asked, only if no one knew the answer the eyes would all turn to him as he answers the question correctly and very accurately. Today was different. He made sure for you to notice him and recognise his presence as if his strong aura wasn’t felt at all. 'Oh my look at what this girl/boy is doing to me, I’m even getting nervous to talk.’ 'Is she/he looking at me now?’ 'They stole a glance at me, that’s a point and in four months time I’ll be calling them flower and we’ll casually kiss.’ This guy actually planned the whole thing.

I got a new haircut today and I’m CUTE !! anyways I hate the thing companies do like “we’ll match your donations up to $100,000” or whatever tf like … you’re a multi million dollar company, you can donate a few grand without it affecting you at all, why are you turning into a stupid game !! I promise you, donations don’t go up just because a company said they’d match the money, so the group isn’t even getting more money!!!! Just donate the money and move on it literally doesn’t matter

I slept well last night, and spent a while luxuriating in bed after I woke up, knowing it would be my last chance to do so for a long time.  Unfortunately, I know I couldn’t stay in bed all day, so I eventually got out.

After that, I did a whole lot of stuff.  I did more stuff today than I usually do in a week.  I did my laundry (which always exhausts me), got a haircut, cleaned my bathroom, shaved my face, emptied my trash, found/printed some flight and hotel information, and, of course, packed my bags.  I am now very tired.

My alarm will ring two and a half hours from now.  I’m going to try to sleep, because I feel so tired… but part of me wonders whether it’s even worth it.

This will probably be my last post for a week or so; I doubt I’ll log in while I’m abroad.  I’d like to say that no news is good news, but the truth is that no news is no news.  I shall pine for you, my dear reader.

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.
#thisiswhattranslookslike

i got a haircut today and its p good but even better is that the lady cutting it didnt try to talk to me

not once

10/10 experience

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.

@spencer-reid-recs

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.

Also, before and after haircut photos! The ‘after’ isn’t very good but I didn’t feel like taking another one today sooo there’s that. Thanks again for everyone who helped me with my hair freak out/disaster! It’s grown on me (no pun intended) especially after I washed and air dried it and got rid of all the blow drying and styling the hairdresser did. Overall I LOVE my shorter hair! I would’ve gone even shorter but I was a little nervous about that, and this way I can still pull it back easily into a mini ponytail.

Love you all!

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Shout out to the hairdresser for giving Mally the haircut of her dreams today. From the moment we walked through the door I had a good feeling, and I was right to. The hairdresser engaged Mally in the whole process, and didn’t deviate at all from what Mally wanted (“I want it short and I don’t want it near my eyes and I want it to go spiky!”). She and Mally discussed superheroes and favourite things and Mally didn’t even flinch at the sound of the shears. It was an absolute dream.
She walked out with the BIGGEST post haircut grin I have ever seen on her, and the grin only got wider as we ordered smoothies with lunch. 
Elsa stayed with her dad, but when we got home we surprised her with a smoothie too, and with that, both my daughters’ days were made.