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I'm. Okay. I haven't really thought about how they'd interact but. I just think aesthetically it would be cute to consider trans girl oikawa and trans boy kenma. They'd have someone to relate to and get comfort from. Again, not sure how they'd actually interact but like. Just consider them pls. Idk but I just really like trans girl oikawa lately. (Both of them specifically trans, not a gender bend or w/e to make it straight) (raccoon)

yeah yeah i can get on board with this!!

I think their interactions will be the sweetest and softest thing ever!! once Oikawa finds out they’re both trans, she makes sure that Kenma is always comfortable when they’re together as well as when they’re in public

Also she’s pleasantly surprised that Kenma is actually quite affectionate and tactile when he wants to be, even if it’s not often. He’d place soft kisses into Oikawa’s hair when she can’t be strong for the both anymore and tells her that that’s why they have each other <33

Vaggie just seemed out of character in this panel so I redid it :P

Think I put too much of myself into Vaggie the first time, she just looked way too outgoing. I think she’s a little looser and more comfortable with Angel and Husk but I still think she’d maintain her little barrier. Literally EVERY concept art I’ve found of Vaggie has her sort of guarding herself off with either her arms or hair or turning away to her side (unless she’s preforming). So I really wanted to make sure I didn’t undo that.

Vaggie and Husk belong to @vivziepop and little details like this are the main reason I LOVE her work. Honestly when I say she pours a lot of time and soul into her characters I don’t mean their designs (although those are really freaking detailed) but their personalities and mannerisms are so consistent you can spot right away if something is off. I seriously love these characters, can’t wait to see her bring them to life X3

laurel was sleepy and bored. she’d been out with the other most of the day and she just wanted to curl up in their lap and make them play with her hair. she huffed softly as they stood in a little cafe, waiting for their drinks and she shuffled closer, shoving her cheek against their upper arm with a grumble. “m’tired. wanna go home and i want you to play with my hair. it’s icky and cold out. are we almost done?” she asked, a small whine etched into her tone. 


I am sick of the girl being pretty once her glasses come off. I’m sick of the boy suddenly staring at her because she’s taken her hair out of a bun. I’m sick of the dances that she said she didn’t want to attend suddenly being the place where she shows up and learns to live.
I want a movie where she gets kissed because her lab goggles left circles around her eye sockets. Where she doesn’t go to the dance and isn’t ashamed of it. Where she wins the science fair and the way the blue ribbon looks on her makes somebody’s knees weak.
I want a movie where the girl doesn’t get tamed. Where she’s still a badass bitch at the end of it. Where she doesn’t need a man because she has a killer girlfriend who is a cute nerdy radio technician. Where her freckles don’t get concealed on the big night. Where she shows up to prom in a suit and a model on her arm.
I want a movie where the queen bee is also a 4.0 student. Where she wears makeup and styles her hair and gets her work done. Where the pretty girl is also pure of heart, works on the weekends at soup kitchens, shows up with heels on. Where the queen bee lets the new girl have the boy because she doesn’t see the point in trying to compete. Where they end up friends at the end and the boy ends up with nothing.
I want a movie where girls are art without having to be painted over. Where we are beautiful without reason, where we don’t need to prove ourselves as being worth a boy’s affections. I want a movie where we don’t have to be secretly fuckable in order to get a happy ending.
—  We look good in a red ballgown and also while reading a book and also while burning this whole thing down. // r.i.d

[On the importance of depicting a strong female character like Moana] I think Disney films are reflective of their times. And I think in this day and age, especially, we need more heroes and heroines and we need more empowered young people who will journey out to, yes, figure out who they are, but also just journey because that’s what they want to do. And, yes, [Moana’s] curly hair blowing in the wind and her athletic build makes her just fully ready to kick some butt. She’s bold, tenacious, she’s the heroine of her own story. I think it’s absolutely amazing. And I hope that she inspires others as she’s inspired me. - Auli'i Cravalho

Date the girl whose hair is a mess and steals your t-shirts and kisses you in front of boys who look at her admiringly. Date the girl who wants to dance in the rain with you and make tea for you and make you laugh so hard you snort tea out your nose. Date the girl who cares so much that she can tell something is wrong just by looking at you. Date the girl who will wrap her arms around you for no reason and pay attention when you talk about the things you love, even if she doesn’t love them herself. Date the girl who looks like a lazy sunday afternoon instead of a saturday night. Yeah. Just date that girl.
—  Unknown
When will you understand? I want you on your good days and on your bad. I want you on the days where you can’t make yourself get out of bed. I want you on the days where you are dancing around the house in your underwear. I want you on the days where you make me want to rip my hair out and on the days where my cheeks hurt from smiling so much. It’s you. I want you. Whatever life throws at us I want you. I will always want you.
—  4am

We all know Alicia was a very famous model and it kinda made me think… if you hang out with someone who knows about make-up, you end up knowing about make-up. You talk to your friends about work, so they know what happened at the office. 

Enter Bob. Hockey-mad Bob who meets Alicia at a party where he’s being introduced to one of her friends and who is just… floored… by this woman. It’s obvious. He’s head over heels before he even knows it - Alicia? Not so much. 

I mean, sure, he’s cute and he’s got a butt that just will not quit, but he’s also clueless about the things she’s interested in. He knows nothing about clothes, designers, photographers - nothing. He wears what he’s told. Jesus - he’s got a mullet. She’s not interested. 

I want Bob being very aware that Alicia is out of his league. He makes an effort. He gets his hair cut into something more fashionable - he thinks he looks a little like Tom Selleck, and suddenly he’s ‘the good looking one’ on the team. He starts to look at what famous pop stars and actors wear. 

Bad Bob is learning that he’s not going to be David Bowie but maybe he can get a suit that’s a little different, right? 

He learns about what's ‘hot’ and not from his sister, his friends girlfriends and wives - he has a few well meaning 80′s disaster fashion moments, but he gets through it. He reads fashion magazines and rolls his eyes at the chirps. He tries to remember who took the photograph. He may have a notebook. Jack gets his dorky nature from somewhere. 

The next time he meets Alicia he’s able to hold a decent conversation about her time in Milan. He knows who she worked with, he’s able to ask about things SHE LIKES.

She’s impressed. And after they’ve been dating a few months, she stays the night. 

Only to find that Bob has converted the bedroom next to his into a walk in closet fit for a queen.

“Well, I just thought… you know…” He shrugs. “You might want to hang some of your things up if you come over.”

So when she’s standing in Jack’s new apartment and sees the state of the art kitchen, the brand new appliances… 

“Who cooks, Bob?”


“Who does Jack know that cooks?”

“No one.” He says, stretching out on the couch so that his arm falls over her shoulders. “I think that the Bittle kid bakes - remember the cookies?” He kisses her on the cheek because he can. God, she does love this man. “Why?”

“No reason.”

  • 2006 Taylor: I don't swear, I love cowboy boots and girly stuff like sundresses, and I try to be a good girl and I believe my prince is out there, and country music is where my heart is and I stay out of politics
  • 2016 Taylor: I'm going to date whoever the fuck I want and make whatever music I fucking want and bleach my hair and wear plaid and jeans and chokers and no bra and fuck you if you think women in this industry are treated equally and also here's a shout out to gay rights in my album's opening song and on twitter and IG and I'm going to help a rape survivor with her court fees and a gay fan who got kicked out of their house and me and Bey changed the entire music industry by ourselves and half the men I know ain't shit and don't get called out for anything

#i just want to know if the way she pushes his hair out of the way is something talia probably did for them as children #some sort of comforting small touch to make them feel better when they felt sick #or was it just instinct for cora to touch her brother in a very simple but comforting way because he needed it or maybe she needed it #to make sure her brother was okay #im just very emotional and i wish they would have explored their relationship more


#cat wants affection so badly #so so so badly #but she has no idea how to ask for it #even with kara she has to start with the pretense of criticizing her hair #pull a face so that kara doesn’t know that cat just wants to be close to her #to reach out and touch her friend while she can #which she does until she realizes what she’s baring in the action #flattens her hand and jerks back when she meets kara’s eyes #and what makes them so perfect #is that kara doesn’t just know what cat’s doing #she understands #kara knows what it’s like to be hesitant to touch someone you care about #cat is scared because of how vulnerable it makes her to show how she needs someone #needs /kara/ #and kara used to be afraid because of how vulnerable other people were to her strength #and so she barely makes cat wait a moment before she pulls her in for a hug #one cat falls into #closes her eyes and breathes out in relief and comfort and connection #and twice now when kara’s squeezed cat tighter with those too-strong arms #cat’s tightened her grip right back

Percy’s got a pro hair stylist to do his hair for date night this week.
He will be the best big brother.

I’m dedicating this to all the people who have been having a rough time recently. I hope it makes your week a little better or at least makes you giggle. I want to put a big shout out to @percyyoulittleshit because she really made me smile the other day and I want to try and return the smile :) and to @solbabydraws because her percabeth art and kid sister art gives me life. You guys inspire me so much 💙
Keep being awesome and stay safe everyone.

There was this girl. And let me tell you, this girl
she was sunshine.
Burning the ground beneath your barefeet, light radiating from the very pores of her skin, bright, beautiful, sunshine.
I think I loved her.
She brought warmth to my fingers and toes (she teased me for having extremities that were perpetually cold). Laughed when I told her to fuck off. Held my hand through museums. Never once teased me for pulling her into the night to look at the moon.
I swear to god she kissed me like she wanted to make flowers bloom between my lips and
I think I loved
this idea of her.
The one where I walk out of the house and into a storm, door slammed behind me, and she comes running out in wet socks and soaked hair, begging me to stay the night.
The one where she never makes me feel anything but Amazing, and certainly not Just Human.
The one where she is always a personification of sunshine, and not someone with imperfections sometimes too dark to gloss with metaphor.
But this was a love poem, wasn’t it? And so it must go that
There was this girl.
She was sunshine.
I was lukewarm water. Any warmth of my own I gave her left me feeling ice cold.
I know she loved me.
But water evaporates in the sun and
I couldn’t change my chemistry.
—  “I don’t trust myself not to make a metaphor of you” // dionne sims

I think when you’re 16 you don’t expect it to hurt as much as it does but what the fuck would you know about love till it slams into your chest and knocks the wind out of your lungs
so you fall in love
and he leaves
and you stop washing your hair
and your skin is bruised with the creases in your sheet
and your mother wants to yell at you but your blank stare just makes her eyes tear up and you’re not supposed to see your mother cry
and you’ll probably try destroying yourself because that’s what you do when you’re 16
so you’ll pull apart razors and hide them someplace your parents can find them but they never do
and you’ll start smoking even though it makes you cough so hard you throw up and you can’t stand the burning in your throat
and you’ll run away without ever leaving your bedroom
and maybe you’ll kiss too many boys who mean nothing but mean all too much and they will all look a little like him or nothing at all
and you let him fuck you up
and you leave him drunk voicemails and you haven’t cried in 23 days even though you’re always crying
and you promise you will never love anything again because it hurts more than they warned
no one told you that this was love
maybe it’s more
maybe it’s something from another world
maybe it’s just your bones breaking again
either way it fucking burns
and now you’re older
and you know to expect to come out the other side missing a few pieces of yourself
but sometimes you get caught up and you forgot that it’s supposed to hurt
because it’s not supposed to fucking hurt
and you blink and you’re bleeding again
and it’s like you’re 16 all over again
trying to rip yourself to shreds while you try to pick up all the pieces of yourself
everyone thinks you’re mysterious because your mouth is sewn shut with the sudden death of past loves but you’re just so fucking quiet because they’ve taken so much out of you, you can hardly open your eyes, forget about your mouth,
and I guess the worst part about love dying out is that you don’t die with it,

you just attend the funeral and visit the grave every time you’re drunk. you’re always so goddamn drunk.


yikes riley is copying maya’s hairstyles now, I hope she doesn’t turn into her or something… if they style their hair the same way they MUST be the same person. OMG does that mean riley likes josh now? ya know, because she’s become maya and wants to make sure josh is a good guy for maya.

Creating a Curly-Haired Community with Nia Pettitt

What inspires you to feel #PerfectlyMe? Use the hashtag to share your story.

Londoner Nia Pettitt (@frogirlginny) is building a curly-haired global community. “I have been able to connect with thousands of people over something as simple as hair,” says the 19-year-old student who organizes “FroDay” meetups around the world, encouraging others to embrace their natural curls. “I specialize in cutting curly hair and restoring love to it. I only do it part-time, but my dream is to eventually pursue this passion.” Nia said goodbye to straighteners in her early teens and let her hair blossom. “I want people to feel like they are beautiful regardless of their ‘flaws,’” says Nia. “The thing that makes me #PerfectlyMe is my soul because it is vibrant. I am like a sunflower. I project light to others. I stand out because of my big curly hair and I am strong.”


We’ve gotten a ton of questions about how I made Cjgren‘s giant Rose Quartz wig, so in this post I’ll be going over all of my steps in detail!  There’s a lot of things I like about this wig but also a few steps that I’d do differently if I had to make it again.  I’ll try to touch on all of those to help out any future Rose cosplayers who want to make their own behemoth wigs!

Materials needed:

  • Four 40" long pink wigs
  • Styrofoam block
  • Pink felt
  • 14 or 16 gauge wire
  • Drill curl material such as heavy fusible interfacing or packing tape
  • Curlers and/or curling iron
  • Scissors
  • Hot glue
  • Tacky glue and/or tacky spray
  • Got2B and/or hairspray
  • Needle and thread
  • Toupee clips and hairpins

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“It isn’t supposed to hurt this much, is it,” she says, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, forcing him to look her in the eye.

“No,” he croaks out, “it’s not.”

“So why does it? Because I love you, and that should be enough. It has to be.” She clings to her words, like speaking them out loud would make them true.

“I love you too,” he sighs, and he looks so beautiful for a second, so miserable and beautiful she wants to take a picture to hold on to.

They’re silent.
And the silence carries the words neither one dares to speak: It’s over, it has to be. Love is good, but it’s only a feeling. The world is real and it’s big and it’s cruel and love is supposed to make it bearable but sometimes it can’t.
They’re silent.
They love each other.
They’re silent.
It’s not enough, and just because it feels real doesn’t mean it is. The world is too much for a feeling to break it.
They’re silent.
I miss you, they say, in their silence. It will hurt to miss you, and it will hurt to let go. It will hurt to stop missing you. It will hurt.
They’re silent.

—  Last words aren’t that important, it’s the silence that follows that matters.

The irony of the girl with the hair loss disorder getting a Rapunzel-inspired tattoo. I was diagnosed with trichotillomania when I was 12. I’ll be 22 next month, and I’m still fighting it. When I first thought of this tattoo idea, I wanted to get it when I beat trich, as a reward to myself for having a full head of hair. However, after 10 years of struggling with this, I’ve realized that might not happen for me. In Tangled, the Disney version of Rapunzel, her hair isn’t just long- it’s magic. She spends most of the movie protecting it because she believes it’s the thing that makes her special. But at the end of the movie, her long hair is cut off, and she finds out she’s still magic. She realizes her hair isn’t what made her special. She’s special without it. So that’s what this tattoo is to me. A reminder that hair isn’t what makes me special. Hair doesn’t determine my worth. Whether I end up beating this disorder or I go the rest of my life fighting it, I’m magic.