All I want from life right now is a shit load of punk Sirius and florist Remus fanfics
Imagine it, punk ass Sirius in his leather jacket with his long hair and ripped jeans swaggers in to Remus’s flower shop one day looking to buy a single red rose to “present to my mother as she mourns the loss of my presence under her roof” or some sarcastic bullshit and Remus is just totally head over heels, and Sirius Black has an instant crush on the tall skinny boy in a cable knit jumper with an undercut and sandy brown curls and keeps looking for excuses to go back to the shop. Eventually the excuses get so ridiculous that Remus just asks if he’d like to meet up outside of the shop for once and Sirius is speechless and can only nod and blush furiously
A lot of you guys are always concerned about me because the more that I share, the more you realize I’m a real person with struggles and issues and I’m not 100% okay 100% of the time haha so I just wanna give an update and share some insight on how I’ve been doing and what I’ve been working on.
The hair cut is the visible part. The change is sooooo real. I look like a different person but I seriously FEEL like one. Surface changes: I live in Tennessee. I have short blonde hair. I’ve now dated two guys that I actually loved. I own a house and a car. Before, I lived in California, I had freaking long brown hair, I shared a mini van with four other people, I’d never been on a date and truly questioned whether I’d ever meet anyone that liked me for who I was, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life past like two years into the future and I felt like I would live with my parents forever. So a lot of big things have changed but honestly the biggest changes happened inside with less visible results. You can only see it in my smile and hear it in my words. But really you’ll see it in my actions over the next 12 months. It’s just the beginning.
I honestly don’t know where it came from. The last six years I have been so passive. My life has been happening to me. There have been some breakthrough moments where I learned a lot about myself and my confidence and self love, yes. I had some good times for sure. But as far as knowing what I want and where I wanna go, I was not good at that. I felt SO powerless and began to withdraw more and more, in my friendships, my career, our band, my family, everything. I shared so little each day, I had so few ideas, I didn’t create much, I only wrote when I was really upset or inspired (which wasn’t that often), I had no social life, no vision for myself, no confidence that anyone would ever love me and I just wasn’t living a rich life at all. I was an observer hoping that one day someone or something would come along and make my life actually enjoyable. I was constantly waiting. I journaled a lot and released a lot of emotion, that part was good. I just felt like I was living in a cave, stuck in the past, not doing much each day to actually experience life.
Then we moved across the country. *shock* *panic* *whoa*. That was the first time I was really shaken up.
Then I had my heart broken. Twice. I fell in love and both times it didn’t work out. I NEEDED that, to meet people who actually got me and appreciated my personality and loved all my quirks and my strange mind and how childlike I am. For the first time I felt understood. I wouldn’t change a thing. I was so closed off for so long and suddenly I was ripped open. Someone was asking for my time and attention and I had to give it to them. I was so scared but I really wanted to experience that side of life so I had to let those people see me and experience who I was. It was so good for me omg. I felt like my heart was shriveled and frozen before that, it had seen the sun maybe three times, but once that happened it absolutely bloomed. Not everyone has to fall in love to open their heart but for me that’s how it happened.
Anyway it was really intense and pushed me to the edge, dealing with that loss. I cut off all my hair. I just had enough. I was so drained. I had felt so vulnerable throughout my dating experiences, such a long period of trusting and hoping after so many years of doing the opposite, I guess I became a little over exposed. I pictured myself feeling tough and strong after a particularly intense weekend of fighting and I saw myself with no hair. It was kind of a crazy idea at first but it turned into a real desire. After a few days of thinking it over, I took the plunge.
What. A. Rush.
Suddenly I just wanted to feel alive. I went a little overboard but I did so many things. Concerts, road trips, bonfires, social plans nonstop, shopping, reinventing my style… I was really hurting during this time and I just wanted to feel better. I don’t regret doing so much but I’m glad I came down after a month and examined myself. I realized how much I was hurting and I faced it. I felt scared, hurt, abandoned, broken and vulnerable but it was comforting to identify that. Once you face it, you can feel it, release it and eventually let it go.
In October I realized I wanted more. I actually had dreams. Cutting my hair showed me I could have an idea, see it through and that it could actually go well! I wanted that on a bigger scale. I started writing again, all the time. I took an interest in my appearance again. Before, I just wanted people to think I’m pretty. Of course I still do but now it’s so much more than that. It actually is for me. When my outfit/makeup/overall look matches my mood, I feel so much more confident, comfortable with myself and ready to take on the day. Even in my work out clothes, I always try to coordinate them now and make them feel good because I know I just do more with my day when I feel confident and ready to put myself out there. You don’t need to look perfect AT ALL, in fact sometimes that can cause more stress because it puts more pressure on you. Just take the time to put yourself together and feel GOOD about what you’re wearing each day. It seriously makes a huge difference. And especially DO NOT wear anything that makes you feel bad. GET RID OF IT!!!! All your clothes should make you feel cute in some way.
Idk how this happened but I kind of just realized nothing is a big deal. The way I used to live, EVERYTHING was a HUGE deal. Texting a guy? Leaving the house? Spending 30 dollars? Calling someone first? All terrifying things I dreaded and avoided at all costs. I had to work through so much INTENSE anxiety when I first started dating, it was really sad how much that freaked me out and how much I had to work through just to get to a point where I felt comfortable going on one date or being the object of a man’s attention. I felt so incredibly unworthy.
Anyway, maybe it was the hair cut but sometime around then I just became really bold. Right now I feel like almost nothing scares me. My biggest fear is probably trusting people that have hurt me. That’s one thing I can think of that I’m struggling with and truly terrifies me, trying to rebuild broken relationships. I’m having help working through that. Other than that, there are so few things I won’t try, won’t pursue, won’t say to someone. I am becoming more bold, confident, comfortable in my own skin and sure of myself with each passing second. I just feel GOOD. Nothing is that big of a deal! Seriously force yourself to take more risks and you’ll quickly understand what I mean. You can spend weeks, months, even years fearing things and trying to predict what will happen but once you finally do them you’ll see just how unnecessary all that stress was. Nothing is that hard, that daunting, that permanent. Heck, even tattoos can be removed these days.
I think that was the biggest change of all so far: the removal of fear. Fear used to be the gas in my tank, it absolutely fueled me. Now it’s faith. I am so ON FIRE for my life!!!!!! I have so many exciting dreams I want to pursue, so much I want to create, so many places I want to go, things I want to experience, learn, master, people I want to meet and be around….. I love it all. I decide what I want and I go after it. I look at myself in the mirror and I smile. I’m starting to look as bold and unique as I feel. The long hair was beautiful and fun and maybe one day I’ll want it back but for now, it just feels too plain for how colorful and out of the box my mind is. I always used my mind a lot but I wasn’t exploring it much before. Now that I’m embracing my unconventional brain, I just want to express that openness and share it with the world.
Also I’ve noticed I’m getting disappointed comments from traditional, conformist men I never wanted to date anyway that used to love my hair 😂 so no offense but I was never interested in you anyway, there are soooooo many long haired women in the world you can comment on that you’ll probably never even meet but i’m just one less you need to worry about hahaha. All of the bold men that liked me before just like me more now. And I think it’s because I also like myself more! Confidence attracts confidence! I’m growing into the baller I was born to be and it’s just helping me attract more ballers 😂😂
BTW THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH HAVING LONG HAIR OR A MORE SIMPLE STYLE I FULLY SUPPORT IT. YOU DONT HAVE TO LOOK LIKE A CRAZY PERSON OR LIVE A WILD UNCONVENTIONAL LIFE TO BALL OUT ON EVERYONE THATS JUST HOW I CHOOSE TO DO IT HAHA. EVERYONE IS A BALLER IN THEIR OWN WAY I EMBRACE AVERAGE LOOKING PEOPLE AND WILD LOOKING PEOPLE, AS LONG AS YOURE LIVING A LIFE YOU LOVE AND CHOOSING WHAT TRULY FULFILLS YOU!!!!!!!!!!! WHATEVER YOU CHOOSE JUST LIVE IT BECAUSE YOU LOVE IT 🙌🏼
Anyway, I feel so much more confident in myself, men or no men. It’s funny cuz I finally stopped worrying about guys and now I actually interact with them the way I always wanted to hahaha.
I no longer rely on the approval of others to get through the day. I no longer feel paralyzed by fear every morning and night. I no longer ponder whether I’m worthy of a date or not. I no longer look in the mirror and sigh. I no longer think of the future as a blurry grey blob filled with hopelessness, uncertainty and fear. I know it will be whatever I make it and I am going to make it freaking phenomenal.
That’s a huge key, putting YOURSELF in the drivers seat. Forget this message of victimization. You are the person holding yourself down but YOU can be the one to lift yourself up!!!! Wow I just got a huge craving for meat loaf and mashed potatoes. HAHAHA. Anyway, put yourself in control. Ask God for guidance. Trust that you are taken care of always because YOU ARE. Embrace yourself. Stop thinking you have to be perfect. Stop thinking you’re unlovable. Realize how cool you are and how much you have going for yourself. Jump in and try things. Stop thinking you have to be “ready”. THE LESSONS OF FAILURE ARE FAR MORE VALUABLE THAN THE PRIZES OF SUCCESS!!!!!!!!!!!
On that note, go kill it. Embrace yourself. Blossom. Live. Come alive. You got this 👊🏼💗
But what if, whilst in Russia, Yuri’s hair starts to get super long and one day when he’s skating, Yurio notices him flipping his fringe out of his face more often than not and just beckons him over with his usual ‘oi, Katsudon…’ and Yuri skates over and not even saying anything, Yurio pulls some grips from his pocket and pins Yuri’s hair to the side before shoving his hands into his pocket, mumbling something about it ‘pissing him off seeing his hair in such a mess’ to himself and then skating off without a single word.
Have you read killing stalking yet? If so, what's your opinion?
I….panic. got sick? nauseous. I read up till 13 because…morbid curiosity and it..made me feel unwell? I dunno. I don’t keep up with it and i try to avoid it–sorry. I’d appreciate it a lot if you don’t talk about it to me because it makes me feel really not ok
instead–if you wanna read/talk about something with a gay couple that are healthy you can try:
Mazu wa, Hitokuchi(nsfw warning for near the end of chapter 07–it’s a one panel dream one of the characters have)
Can you imagine tho, that the first scene where Lotor appears, it's him, taking a nice relaxing shower, then a device rings, he goes out of the shower with a towel drying his hair, and on the other side of the call Haggar explains him the situation, and he -smiles- with a smile full of sharp teeth? I just imagined it and felt 'wow dude I'm g a y'
long hair and sharp teeth ooh boy I’m g a y for that
Prompt: Draco x reader. The reader is a rather quite To be in the same house and Draco. Patsy gets very jealous. One day cutting off her long platinum blonde hair. Draco fixes it. Angry, protective and fluffy Draco.
A/N: Hope this is what you were looking for :) Sorry for how long it has taken!
Warnings: Jealousy? Anger? Negativity? Bullying. But there is fluff :)
Let me know if this doesn’t make sense and sorry if it seems a little slapdash!
Not edited or proof read.
You had been sitting, minding your own business in the The Three Broomsticks on Sunday afternoon. You took a sip from your Butterbeer and the froth stuck your lip. You would have giggled with your best friend about it only the table over busted out laughing. You both looked over to see Pansy Parkinson sitting with Draco and their usual group. Everyone but Draco were were looking at you. “Looks like something has gotten stuck in your moustache, Y/N.” Pansy jeered causing the others to laugh. However Draco had his straight face eyeing his cup as he fiddled with the handle. Your best friend looked at you then straight into Pansy’s eyes.
“Oh, we thought it was a new fashion trend. I mean, we noticed your moustache and thought we just had to try it out.” She feigned shock before turning back to you as the whole table (this time including Draco) laughed.
Later that day, back in the Slytherin Common Room, Draco took to sitting with you on the sofa. It wasn’t an unusual scene to see. You weren’t a big fan of Draco’s choice in friends and so the evenings ad some mornings before breakfast and classes were the only time you could spend time with him without them. It’s not that you cared he was friends with them, it’s his choice but you just did not fit in with them at all. They were obnoxious and you kept yourself to yourself. Perhaps that was why Draco favoured you most over them. Of course Pansy Parkinson was a limpet and so it was to find the time of day away from her. Your night time routine involved Draco staying up late just to spend time alone with you and you’d do the same.
Headcanon that Teddy Lupin comes out to Harry as genderfluid in the summer after his 4th year.
Harry is confused cause he’s never heard the term before. But Teddy explains it to him and Harry is immediately supportive and takes Teddy shopping to buy a more diverse wardrobe.
When it’s time to start school again, Harry tells Teddy that if anyone gives him shit, to send Harry a letter, and Harry will come and arrest them.
Teddy starts experimenting with changing his features to be more masculine or feminine, or sometimes androgynous. Some days he has long hair, something short, and one of his friends teaches him different braiding techniques for when he’s wearing it long.
And though some of the other students are confused by the concept of genderfluidity (especially the Purebloods who are brought up in a more traditional lifestyle), no one bullies him. But a lot of them do have questions for him regarding gender and he becomes a kind of unofficial expert on the subject and a confidant for many of the other students who are curious/questioning and want someone to talk to.
And that’s how Teddy Lupin accidentally starts a gender revolution at Hogwarts and people are suddenly able to understand why they’ve always felt so uncomfortable in their own skin and begin identifying how they want to and not how they’re expected to.