i want you to have that hair back

anonymous asked:

why do a lot of people draw jesper bald or with little hair? like idk but isn't he supposed to have luscious hair?????

OH I NEEDED AN ASK LIKE THIS. FINALLY. okay first i’m going to admit i literally have no idea how jesper’s hair is described in canon. i just don’t remember any mentions of it? but i know some depictions of it in fan art are very….off. like way off. like so off he must have had a perm asfjskhlj. not that i’m an authority on how people should do their art, but if you want to be accurate and draw jesper with lots of hair THE TIGHTER THE COILS THE BETTER. unless his hair is wet, his curls wouldn’t actually be defined at all. he’s black—his hair shrinks. by a lot. it’s what our hair does. my hair reaches mid-back, yet when i don’t straighten it and it dries it’s literally shoulder length. coiled hair shrinks. and when it’s dry it should be very stiff and going straight up. biracial people usually have very nice curls, yes, but doesn’t matter how much it grows out, when it’s completely dry and without product, guys tend to have an afro. and i’m not using the term to mean just big hair like many often do for some weird reason? a literal afro. my brother has grown his hair out and he uses excessive amounts of gel to hold his curls in place, but those days when he doesn’t he literally has one of the highest afros i’ve ever seen because even long hair gets matted together and poofs straight out.

the point of all of this is, jesper shouldn’t really have those curls that fall against his forehead or flowing this way and that unless you want to say he just came out of the rain. his hair would grow straight up and out. and my headcanon is he has a very sharp shape up. those edges have to be sharp okay idk anyone who lets their hairline get out of place. i personally sketch him with faded sides and a part. when in doubt it’s probably safest to draw him with cropped hair and a sharp hairline (maybe some subtle waves asjdkfhakojh) bc that’s how many people often get their hair cut, so i can understand the fan arts where he has very little hair. although the bald looks are probably inspired by the official kevin wada posters? his drawings have definitely influenced my idea of canon at least 

  • luke skywalker is terrifying. 
  • no, shut up, come back.
  • you have to understand:
  •  to you or me he may not be; he may be all sunshine smiles and corngold hair and the biggest eyes this side of the galaxy, but imagine you’re Dagger (stormtroopers don’t get proper names), firing at a boy, only the bolts never hit. They sing to the side. You think that there’s something wrong with your blaster, maybe, but none of your friends can hit him either. Finest shots in the Empire, you are, but you can’t hit this boy. And he cuts you down. He wields a weapon whose name you’ve never learned and he cuts you down into smoking bloodless bodies and your friends die before you – only he leaves you. Knocks you out with a blow of the Force – and isn’t that a nightmare of its own, unseen hands blotting out your thoughts – leaves you there in the cooling blood of your squadmates.
  •  Imagine that you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a dancer for the Hutt and you hate it, of course you do, but it is a living, a living, and this boy comes in, fresh-faced and young and he says surrender or be destroyed only he and you both know that the Hutt do not and never have surrendered and when he says destroy there’s this grin on his lips, thin and sharp, and he’s kind, of course he is, but –
    • so you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a native of tattooine and like many of your specis you are force-touched and you were a girl, once, a very little girl, and your mother told you tales of krayt dragons who slumbered beneath the sands and gentled their young to their pearl-heavy breasts. krayt dragons are tender mothers, she had said, and it was meant to teach you something of the duality of nature, or to fear those with young to protect, or something; but all you can think is this boy, how he smiles as kind as your mother did, once, but you’re convinced that if you were to cut him down the middle you would find dragon-pearls in his ribs and fire instead of a heart
    • the boy cuts downs jabba’s goons like they are nothing, nothing, and afterwards, afterwards, you sense his sorrow. and somehow that makes it worse.
    • because you say, later, to your mother’s ghost (maybe) or to the desert, he knows that killing people is hard and that weighs on him and he does it anyway and –
    • and, you say, it isn’t as simple as: he makes the hard choices. he knew the hutt would fight. he wanted to burn them down, oh he did, and that sister of his –

“I just can’t wait to forget how much it hurts,” she said. My little sister, 17 and naive and so in love, had woken me up at 2am, crying because her boyfriend had broken up with her. “I never want to remember what I’m feeling right now.”

I pet her hair back as her head laid in my lap. “But you will remember it,” I told her. “You always will. Even ten years from now, when three other boys have come and gone since him, you will remember it. Because this is the only time you will have believed every word he said. This is the only time your whole heart will get involved. This is the only time you will be blindsided.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “You’ll remember this pain for the rest of your life. But pain is natural. It’s how we protect ourselves.”

—  excerpt from an unfinished book #133

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

no more apology texts. no more reckless highway speeding. no more scribbled poetry in the back of spanish class. there is nothing left to lose. there is nothing left for you.

you haven’t seen me since i dyed my hair and it’s nice to have something you didn’t get to ruin. i’m dressing different too and lipsticking my way out of the girl you tore apart. i can finally breathe easy. i can finally be grateful that i never really meant it when i kissed you.

look, it’s me without you. look, i’m doing just fine. look, goddamn it, i’m lighter than i’ve been in months. there are seven billion people on the planet. i don’t think you matter so much anymore.


You know, we see a lot of cisswap aus for Disney, but can we have more role reversals pls?

I want to see Jasmine as the sly street rat, enchanting passersby with a bat of her eyelashes and the swing of her hips - before robbing them blind and disappearing over a rooftop before they even know what’s hit them.

Flynn as the sheltered prince bored out of his skull, ready to jump out of his tower if only to sate his restlessness. Then in comes the small and spunky Rapunzel, long, wispy blond hair braided in a thick rope down her back, arms wrapped in lean muscle and a white palace horse following her like a lovesick puppy, despite her being a known criminal.

Big, burly Kristoff, so shy and awkward despite his stature. Kristoff who adores his big sister to the ends of the Earth, who desperately longs for the days of closeness they used to share when they were younger. Kristoff who always thought it was his duty to protect his petite, delicate little big sister, with her soft pale skin like fine white lace, her dainty fingers and gentle smile. Kristoff who blames himself for not being able to protect her when she accidentally freezes her entire country in an eternal winter. Kristoff who is enchanted by Anna and somewhat terrifying reindeer, Sven. Anna who is strong and capable, but still ditzy enough to make Kristoff toss and turn at night with worry for his airheaded new friend.

Tarzan as the cultured, eloquent young man, on a study trip with his eccentric mother to learn more about the gorillas. Tarzan meeting the mysterious, half-feral Jane, draped in animal skins and hair cut short and choppy around her face, lest it get snagged on tree branches or tugged out by ferocious predators as she flies through the forest on her vines.

Phillip as the naive, sheltered young prince raised as a simple village boy, meeting the alluring Aurora and her horse in the woods one day as they hunt for game. Her long golden hair is tied back in a neat knot high on her head to keep it out of the way, her fingers sure and unflinching as she strings up her prey. Aurora facing the dragon to save her prince charming; befriending the poor creature, soothing her ferocious rage borne of pain love - the rage of a mother separated from her hatchlings. Aurora promising the dragon to help find her babies, if only she can first be let through to save her prince charming.

((alright so I got the idea from this post))

just imagine: 

  • for some reason or another, keith turns into a baby
  • everyone is freaking out
  • shiro is like “shit I haven’t held one of these in so long am I doing it right?”
  • pidge is like “I don’t like fetuses get it away”
  • allura and coran are scared because human babies are so fragile they don’t wan to hurt baby keith
  • but then there’s lance
  • “back up guys” *cool hair move* “I got this” *proceeds to cuddle with baby keith and talk to him in the baby voice*
  • baby keith loves this
  • everyone is like “lance how are you doing this”
  • and hunk responds “do guys do know he has about three baby siblings and ten baby cousins, right?”
  • “one, hunk. I have one baby sister and five baby cousins.”

idk man I just really want to see baby keith and lance being the only one who knows/is willing to take care of him

also just imagine the spell wearing off and baby keith is suddenly full sized and being cradled in lance’s arms

I cannot be her. I cannot be better than her.
Maybe you prefer brown hair over blonde. Or green eyes over blue, but I cannot be that.
She has skin like silk and a body like an hourglass. She spends hours getting ready to make her appearance cover the fact there is nothing else to her.
I will not try to be that. I do not want to be that.
There are days that I don’t like myself and days that I doubt every piece of me. But I have love for who I am. I have love for my light blonde hair that reaches the arch of my back and I have love for the blue eyes that remind everyone of clear oceans and I have love for the contradiction that is my existence in the way I’m constantly changing how people perceive me the harder they look into who I am.
I may not be in love with myself yet, but I have enough love for myself to realize that trying to be anyone else would be a mistake.
—  v.m
Marauders Preference: How they would react when it’s their girlfriend’s time of the month

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Originally posted by stagdogwolfandrat

Remus would be amazing because, let’s face it, he’s the human manifestation of boyfriend goals. Also, he knows what it’s like to have a monthly curse that makes you want to kill people, so he’d be really sympathetic and sweet. If you wanted to spend seven hours cuddling on the sofa, then he’ll do that. If you need someone to yell and rant at, then he’ll sit and listen until you’re done. He probably gives amazing back rubs, and when you’re feeling emotionally drained he’ll hold you and play with your hair until you fall asleep. Like I said, he’s boyfriend goals

Originally posted by heart-ablaze

Sirius would overreact big time.

He would act as if it was the last week of your life; he would get you anything he thought you might need (even if you didn’t actually need anything), he’d constantly be asking if you were comfortable or in pain or breathing, and whenever you showed any signs of discomfort he would visibly wince. You would have to remind him a few times that it’s you who’s on their period, not him

Originally posted by scrapbookofmarauders

James has a little sister who he looks after during her time of the month and you can all fight me on this.

He’s already an expert on how to make an angry hormonal girl laugh and smile, and he’s totally up for getting supplies for you. He’ll sit outside by the lake with you (because he knows the common room gets stuffy and uncomfortable), and he’ll literally do anything to distract you; he’ll tell stories, plan pranks, offer to kill people who’re annoying you, anything. Usually you just ask him to cuddle with you, but you may take him up on the killing thing someday

Originally posted by marauderseraimagines

Peter would probably sell you out to Voldemort or something because that’s what he usually does when his friends need him

A/N: If you want to request a post like this or give me feedback, my ask is here!


Blond Skywalker genes, the secret’s out thanks to the little Matt the Radar Technician incident…

I want every part of a relationship. I want the long hugs. I want unexpected kisses. I want to hold hands at the mall and stuff. I want people to know that your mine. I want lazy days with you. I want to spoil you. I want to go on cute dates to the movies or the aquarium or something like that. I want to be able to be myself around you. And I want you to be able to be yourself around me. I want to have a day were we just stay in bed all day and watch Netflix and eat our favorite foods. I want cuddles. I want to play with your hair and you play with my hair. I want to give you back rubs until you fall asleep. I want to goof around with you. I want to fall in love with you all over again. I just want you. Is that too much to ask for?

Girls Night | Wanda Maximoff/ Natasha Romanoff |

Anonymous requested: Hey! Can I request a smutty Wanda x Natasha x Reader threesome? Like maybe they’re having a girls night out at the club and it gets hot, so they head back to the reader’s place? Thank you xx
Sure thing sweet cakes! This my first attempt at a smutty threesome, but I am going to try my hardest for you.

Summary: Normally ‘Girls Night’ consisted of staying at yours and eating junk food and watching movies, but this time Natasha wants to do something different. Besides, clubs are always fun, right?

Warnings: This is pure filth. Face-sitting, eating out, fingering, tribbing, ménage à trois, dirty talk, hair-pulling, choking, masturbation, swearing, alcohol consumption, semi-public foreplay.

Originally posted by capntony

Originally posted by queenturtle14

“Tonight, ladies, we are doing something different!” Natasha exclaimed as she burst into the room, making you and Wanda jump.

“Like what?” You asked, worried about what she had in mind. Her kind of different could be anything from going out to leading an interrogation. She smirked and held up three dresses and make up.

“We are going to a club.” She stated, making both you and Wanda grin. It had been so long since you’d been to a club, and what better way to celebrate the end of one of the toughest missions yet than going out with your best friends.

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Imagine Sam staying up all night with your daughter

“Morning, Rapunzel,” Dean teased as Sam walked into the room, his hair mussed from a restless night.

“Don’t,” he grumbled, running his hands through his hair as he took a seat opposite his brother.

“Rough night?” Dean asked, and Sam groaned.

“Katie’s only just gone to sleep. Worn herself out crying all night,” he explained, rubbing at his temples with his fingertips.

“Just go to bed now, we don’t have to be anywhere today,” Dean told him, but Sam shook his head.

“Y/N’s still sleeping, I don’t want to wake her up.”

Dean smiled, leaning back in his chair.

“You love them,” he commented, and Sam rolled his eyes.

“Well duh.”

Dean nodded, looking back at the paper in front of him, “You’re a good dad.”


“To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys.”
Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen— and the dreams that are answered.“

So, I got these pictures of my Feyre Cosplay a while ago and I’m in love. I enjoy just being her SO much, she’s probably my favorite character to do. ❤️
The wig is not how I imagined her hair, but I didn’t have time to get a new one and I thought it was fitting. I’m going to get a new one soon!
You can’t imagine how much I miss my tattoo arm. I want it back 😭

Enough of my thoughts, it’s credit time!
Pictures were taken by Miclast (Facebook) and the lovely costume design is from @taratjah .
I asked her before starting the costume if I could use her artwork and she allowed me to do so. Which is awesome and I’m forever grateful <3
(That’s actually a very important point. Always ask the artist before just redoing their art and respect their choice!)

“Mornin’, sunshine.  Want some coffee?”  Dean nuzzles into Cas’s hair and breathes him in, tightening his grip on the angel’s waist, pulling him back against his chest  “I can drag my ass outta bed for a few minutes to go put some on.”

“No.  Thank you,” Cas grumbles, shifting to snuggle back against Dean.  His voice is sleep-rough and low, and Dean can’t get enough of it.  He tugs Dean’s arms tighter around him.  “We don’t have anywhere to go or anything to do today.  I’d like to stay here a while.”

Pressing kisses to Cas’s neck, nibbling his way around to his jaw, Dean finds himself grinning as he murmurs against Cas’s warm skin.  He’s perfectly content to stay here for as long as Cas’ll have him.  “Awesome.”

I would do anything for you if only you would hold me. But you told me to stop, so I did, for you. You told me to let go, but I couldn’t, for us, for me. My heart would shatter if I just let go of everything and I wish you would feel the same. Somehow I don’t see the pain I’m in reflected in you. You, with those big dry eyes and perfect face with pretty hair that falls around it. Did I love too much? Did I lose my sanity when I thought you were the best thing in my life? The worst part is that even with all my poems and late night crying, I don’t miss the hugs and kisses and hand holding as much as I miss you being a friend. Just talking about our days and sharing stories, that security and knowing you would have my back when I feel bad. And now that I feel the worst I have ever felt, you don’t want to talk. Forget romantic love, where is the reliable, consistent love we give our closest friends and family? It’s not about holding hands, it’s about holding hearts and you dropped mine.
—  I’m not angry, never angry at you. Just disappointed. I’m sorry

(this has probably been done already)

Imagine small bakery/café owner Eric R. Bittle, working in the kitchen, with flour all over his face and in his hair.

Imagine him coming out of the kitchen to ask his extra (lets call her Tanya) hows it going, when he sees a large, pale Adonis sulking by one of their tables in the back.

(It’s pretty empty in the shop and it’s raining so this Greek God Among Men is soaked cuz I love clichés)

”Has he ordered anything? Have you asked him if he wants anything? Have you given him coffee or anything?”

”No way, he creeps me the fuck out….”

And Bitty is like ???¿¿¿?Service?¿¿??¿? and looks over and like

that large man looks so sad? like he stares at his clenched fists and bitty is like awwww nooo don’t be sad I’ll fix

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Photo One:

*pulls pick out of my afro*

“Can you pick my hair?”
“Can I pick… YES!”

So there it is. He looks absolutely serious about it and I love it.

I got a hug and the photographer was like “Girl, seriously, you have some AMAZING hair.”

And Sebastian…





Photo 2:

So I come back around for my group photo then do my solo after it and I asked him if he wanted to lay on it and he was so down like “OMG YEA!”

And he just went for it like his face is DEEP AF in my Type 4 curls.

He then thanked me and that was legit great.



Originally posted by taetaehyungs

REQUEST: Hey i just read all of your fics hehe and i really like your writing! Can I request a very protective demon!tae fic pls? Doesn’t matter if fluffy or smutty thank you so much x

GENRE: Demon!au, Supernatural, smut(to come), slight angst, i have to make this fluffy of course

He was never supposed to meet her, but when he did, all he wanted to do was to keep her.

(PT3/??) - PT1, PT3

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I think I went a little overboard putting male Robin in a yukata

But I got the idea from an otome game I play bc I was admiring the kitsune mask of my fave chara (who also has white hair lol) which was my main insp for this and I was like…you know who else has a purple/gold color scheme and also has white hair? ROBIN.

Bonus: Robin’s a youkai or is the vessel of a demon spirit (like Grima lol)