so after a lot of torment from these pictures I did a thing and i’m not even sorry about it. here’s a fucking drabble about blond Tyler


You sigh as you walk into the house your boyfriend shares with his best friend, exhausted after a long day of work. You can hear them laughing and talking, along with the radio playing somewhere in the house, and once you toss your bag on the couch, you follow the sound in search of them. When you realize they are in the bathroom, you laugh to yourself, thinking of something crass to say.

“I swear, you guys better not be doing anything ungodly in there,” you call out as you round the corner and see them in the bathroom with the door wide open. You stop dead in your tracks when you see Tyler sitting down in a chair, with Josh standing behind him, helping him color his hair.

“Hey, baby,” Tyler says, grinning up at you. “I know it looks weird, that we’re shirtless right now, but we didn’t wanna get anything on our shirts when Josh tried to bleach all the color out.” You stare at them, no words coming to mind, just anger raging through you. “Baby?” Tyler asks, noticing the look on your face.

“What…” you trail off, trying to breathe before you spoke. “What the fuck are you doing?” Both men stare back at you, wide eyed at your response; you pinch the bridge of your nose, closing your eyes as you try to continue to speak but have nothing.

“Are you okay?” Josh asks, quietly.

“No, Joshua, I’m not fucking okay,” you spit, dropping your hand from your face. “Why, exactly, are you bleaching my boyfriend’s hair? Don’t you think this is something that I should have been privy to before it happened?”

“Um, I guess…” Tyler replies slowly.

“You guess,” you echo, nodding your head. “Jesus Christ. I can’t believe you.” You turn around and storm towards Tyler’s bedroom, ignoring them calling out after you. “Un-fucking-believable,” you mutter to yourself, as you begin to remove your clothes. “Bleaching his fucking hair.”

Once you change into a pair of shorts and a tank top, you lay in the bed and scroll through the apps on your phone, keeping your mind occupied. After a while, the door to the room opens, and Tyler slowly enters the room. You don’t acknowledge him, still too angry to look at him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I wanted to color my hair,” he begins, quietly. “I didn’t think it was–”

“That’s the problem, Tyler, you didn’t think,” you interrupt, still not looking up at him. “You never think before you do things, you just fucking do them.”

“Baby, I’m missing the part where this is a problem,” he replies. “It’s just hair, who cares about what color it is?”

“I care,” you say. “Of course you don’t care, it’s just your head. But I’m the one who has to look at you, so I care quite a bit.” You drop your phone in your lap and cover your face with your hands, trying desperately to reel back on your anger. “I liked your cute, fluffy, brown hair,” you say, rubbing your eyes. “Not whatever this…” You trail off as your drop your hands from your face, finally looking up at him. He’s standing at the foot of the bed with his hands in his pockets, shirt still off, hair a bleached blond mess on top his head. “Holy shit,” you mumble.

“What?” he asks, running his hand through his hair. “Does it really look that bad? Fuck, maybe you’re right, I should just shave it off and start over.” You sit up on your knees and crawl across the bed, kneeling in front of him at the foot of the mattress. “What is it?” he asks, biting his lip.

Once again, you don’t respond, but reach up and run your fingers through his hair. Tyler keeps his eyes on your face, watching how you were studying his hair as you touched it. Finally, you drag your eyes back to his, letting out a slow breath as you set your hands on his chest.

“What is it, baby?” he asks, softly, rubbing his hands up and down your biceps. When he sees the look in your eyes, his mouth twists up into an amused smirk; his fingers tighten around your arms, yanking your body closer to his. “You like it, don’t you?” he whispers.

“Don’t be so smug,” you respond.

“Mmm,” he hums. “I know what it is you’re thinking about right now. You want to know how it’s gonna look when my head is buried between your thighs, isn’t that right?”

“Tyler,” you whisper, feeling your cheeks redden.

“You wanna look down and tangle your fingers in my blond hair,” he begins, kissing along your jaw. “Pushing my face closer to you, so I can suck on your clit…and tongue fuck your wet cunt until you’re a stuttering mess.”

“Yeah, that’s…what I’m thinking about,” you respond. “No one has ever known how to take care of me like you do, Tyler.”

“Mhmm, that’s right,” he replies, taking hold of your arms and setting your hands on his shoulders. “I know how my girl likes to get her pussy eaten…you love the feeling of my tongue teasing that clit.” Tyler drags his hands down your sides, his thumbs catching the elastic of your shorts. “And you know I love the way you writhe around when I push my tongue into you,” he continues, leaving small bites along your neck. “You love it when I tongue fuck you, don’t you, baby?”

“You know I do, Ty,” you reply.

“Stand up, baby,” he instructs. Bracing yourself on Tyler’s shoulders, you stand on the foot of the bed and look down at him. You watch as he yanks your shorts and panties down your legs, and he helps you kick them off. “Hold on tight,” he mutters, winking at you.

He steadies you by holding onto your hip, and your grip on his shoulders tightens; you watch as his free hand brushes up your inner thigh. His touch sends a shiver through your body, and when his fingertips come in contact with your folds, you inhale sharply. Tyler’s eyes cut up to your face, studying the way you shake from such a simple action.

“You gonna be okay, sweetheart?” he teases.

“Fuck, just stop teasing, and eat me.”

Tyler chuckles softly, parting your folds and pressing his fingers inside of you. You groan softly, one of your hands grabbing a handful of Tyler’s hair so you can guide his mouth where you need him the most. You hear him chuckle once again before his tongue darts out and laps at your clit.

“Oh, God, Ty,” you whisper, taking your hand from his shoulder and pressing it to the ceiling to keep your balance. His fingers pump slowly, in time with the gentle, teasing flicks of his tongue, and it’s driving you crazy already. “Fuck, you’re seriously such a tease,” you whine.

“You fucking love it,” Tyler whispers, pulling back for a moment to peer up at you with an amused, childish grin. He tips his head back into place, resuming the same slow movements of his tongue just to make your head reel.

His fingers begin to pump faster, curling inside of you, desperate to find that spot he loved to hit. You’re too focused on the feeling of his tongue, flicking over your clit every few seconds that the moment he finds your spot, you yank on the fistful of his hair, and let out a loud moan. Tyler groans, his teeth coming down hard on the thick of your thigh in retaliation.

“Right there, baby,” you mutter, closing your eyes.

“Fuck, I can’t get to you the way I need to,” he responds, pulling back, and retracting his hand.

You are about to complain at the loss of contact, but he grabs hold of your legs and sweeps them out from under you, sending you tumbling backwards to bounce on the mattress on your back. You yelp loudly in surprise, prepared to chastise him for being so forceful, but the moment you see the predatory gaze in his eyes, as he crawls between your legs, it all slips from your mind.

His hands take hold of your inner thighs, easing them apart so he could settle between them. You hear him let out a soft growl, making eye contact with you as he begins to bite up your inner thigh.

“I swear, this blond hair has made you turn into an animal,” you groan, your fingers playing with his hair as he makes his way up your body. Once he’s face-to-face with you, he smirks, letting out a deep sigh.

“And this is only the beginning,” Tyler responds. “I haven’t even made you come yet.” He kisses you forcefully, his tongue delving into your mouth as you can’t help but moan. He pulls away too quickly for your liking, but immediately begins to kiss his way back down your body.

He’s in between your thighs again, his fingers slipping into you once more, searching for your spot once again. This time, he finds it with ease, making certain to hit it with each hard, slow stroke of his fingers. Tipping his head forward, he begins teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue again, and your fingers tighten around strands of his hair.

“Tyler, please,” you moan.

“I’ve got to teach you patience, baby,” he retorts, his eyes flicking up to your face as he continues to finger you. “If I build it up…and play with this pussy just right, I’ll have you squirting on my face before the night is over.”

“I’ve never–”

“I know you’ve never done that before,” he interrupts. “But, like you said, I’m an animal…and I’m fucking ravenous.” He buries his face between your legs again, tongue working over your clit even faster now. You spread your legs wider, both of your hands now twisting in his hair to keep his head in place. Tyler takes hold of one of your thighs with his free hand, propping your leg over his back. “Mmm, do you hear that?” he asks, eyes on you again. “So sloppy and wet.”

“You love how wet I get for you, don’t you? You’re the only one who gets me like this, baby.”

“That’s right,” he mutters. “My baby.” His face is between your legs again, this time sucking on your clit.

You’re watching him, still not used to the sight of his blond hair between your fingers as you force his face against your core. You’re grinding against his face, rolling your hips against each of the rough and forceful thrusts of his fingers.

You shut your eyes tight, feeling your climax creeping up in your stomach. Tyler is panting against you, letting out a groan at the at you’re tugging his hair. His eyes are on you from between your thighs, grunting as he works you hard, to get you to your climax. You hook your other leg around his back, tightening your thighs around his head.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come!” you moan out, your back arching up from the bed.

Tyler hums against you, moving faster and sloppier, desperate to get you off. The twisting in the pit of your stomach resonates through your whole body, your skin on fire as your orgasm hits. You’re white knuckled, pulling so tightly at his hair; you’re certain you drew blood from how hard you were biting down on your lip.

You hear Tyler moaning, panting as he slows his actions. He sits back enough to let you watch him suck your juices from his fingers. You can see the glistening dampness on his face and you realize that he had actually managed to make you squirt.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, lowering his face back to lick you clean. You’re still trembling softly as he makes his way up your body, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you to lay beside him. “That feel good?” he asks.

“It was phenomenal,” you whisper, wiping what was left of your juices from Tyler’s chin.

“You’re not mad about the hair anymore, are you?” Tyler asks, as you run your fingers through his hair.

“It’s kinda growing on me.”


i wanted to show Bambi’s real hair color so here he is in his true form, 20% more normal looking. He looks like someone you might ran into down a street of some Middle Eastern countries.

After living in a part of the world where everyone has black hair and dark eyes and very homogeneous, I have become intensely aware of differences in hair/ eye colouring, and facial structure in people. I has always been transfix by “blue” eyes and how they reflect the dominant colour around them.

Ok, something strange happened

I chose a hair color from the Jamon’s clothes (from the event) and when I brought a new one from the mall I noticed that it was written that I have 1/41 of the hairstyle, not 2/41

The hair color it’s this one (look up) and it’s look like the color that Chino have said that it wasn’t suposed to be here  so soon (It was a long time ago, don’t remember when)

I hope Vice Admiral Holdo does not turn out to be evil, because I do not want to see the idea of “hyperfeminine and PIIINNNK” to be further vilified, and also I want her hair color and style.