Name: Mei Himura メイ 緋村
Name Meaning: Mei= life , Hi= scarlet, dark red, Mura= town
Parents: Sara Himura (mother), Rin Himura (father)
Ethnicity: half Japanese, half Serbian
Blood Type: AB positive
Hair: Scarlet Red, Mid Back Length, straight
Eyes: Combination Of Red And Pink, But Mostly Red
Height: 155cm (5'1")
Weight: 55kg (121lbs)
Date Of Birth: 6. November
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Education/Job: 2nd Year High School Student
By Ayato: Snappy (Full Of Life), Melons ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), Mei-chan, Puni-Puni ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
By Kanato: Mei-san, Crimson Barbie
By Laito: Bitch-chan (You Expected Something Else?), Mei-chan
By Shu: Mei, Annoyance
By Reiji: Young Lady, Mei
By Subaru: Hentai/Pervert
By Ruki: Mei-san
By Kou: Hentai Neko-chan
By Yuma: Tomato
By Azusa: Eve
ok consider.... jess can't keep her hands out of corvo's hair - stroking it, brushing it, combing it with her fingers, pulling it - and corvo loves every second of it
look you absolutely cannot convince me corvo didn’t have long mid-back length hair in his Younger Years and jess obsessed over it every night, combing it out of its braid (bc he had a braid obviously) and washing and conditioning it w her fancy empress bath products so it would be sleek and shiny and soft and obviously she pulled the shit out of it during sex and
anyway anon you’re on the right fucking track pal these are Real Corvojess Hours right here
1/2 May I request a matchup? I'm 5'4", brown eyes. While my natural color is brown, I keep my mid back length hair dyed blonde. I try to be kind and caring, but come off as the opposite sometimes because I'm an intent observer. I really love drawing, though I don't do it often anymore. I also really like music from the 70s -early 2000s, and casual rpgs like Stardew Valley.
2/2 however, For all that I care for others, I don’t really care about myself. I have a few mental health issues that I won’t name, but they make me horribly socially inept, tired out easily, and intensely paranoid at times.
I ship you with: Avdol!
*He is perceptive enough to know that you mean well, and do care.
*He appreciates your intent observations, and views them as a sign of intelligence.
*Although you don’t do it often, he would greatly enjoy your drawings, and tell you how good they are.
*He would quickly become aware of the fact that you suffer from mental health issues, and try his best to help you work through it. It may be hard, but he believes in you!
I hope this suits your tastes!!! If not, feel free to let me know!
earlier this year I cut my hair from mid back length to a pixie cut and what basically happened was I had an extreme manic episode and chopped off all my hair and now the best part of my day is when people ask why I cut my hair and I get to make a new reason every time because people don’t generally accept “mania” as a valid reason
Don’t Let the White Gaze Make you Feel Like your Hair is Alien
Over the weekend I decided to finally take my mid-back
length twists out after 3 months. It was time. The new growth was extremely
apparent and my hair was just looking dusty as hell.
Today, I decided to take my hair out of the 2-strand twists they
were currently in, tie my hair to the back and leave a little hair out front.
Not a particularly interesting style, but that’s what I was aiming for today. I
didn’t feel like being noticed or questioned about my hair.
It ended up happening anyway.
A white man I usually passed every day without a word
decided to take our brief eye contact as an opportunity to ask “Did you get a
haircut?” out of nowhere. My kneejerk reaction was to be clear, direct and
concise with him.
After I got silent he immediately apologized and back
“You’re fine,” I said while continuing in the same direction
and staring at the Facebook updates on my phone on my way back to my desk.
He wasn’t fine.
Something about the interaction annoyed me and I couldn’t
figure out why in the moments after the interaction. Was I overreacting? He
literally just asked if I got a haircut. Harmless, right?
After giving myself a few moments to analyze my feelings and
my perception of the situation I came to the conclusion that the interaction was
odd. Why did he start apologizing profusely? Why was he so awkward about ending
that conversation? Why did he momentarily forget which direction to go to after
our interaction? It seemed weird for such a simple question for which I had a
simple answer to.
As the lone black woman in the workplace (outside of the
middle-aged part-time receptionist who I see approximately 2 days out of the
week), I know I will be stared at and scrutinized much more heavily than many
of my coworkers for simply existing while a black woman.
So I should have seen this coming already, right? Yep. I did
and I handled it swiftly.
However, I still left feeling annoyed.
Oftentimes, white supremacy tries to invalidate and alienate
black women for wearing varied hairstyles such as locs, braids or weaves. We’re
mocked and vilified for the hairstyles we choose to wear while white people are
given praise for the same hairstyles.
I preemptively said no because I didn’t want to explain how
I installed my hair and removed my hair. I did not want to be made to feel
alien for opting to vary up my hairstyles in ways that black women in
particular and to remove any opportunity to delve into the nooks and crannies of my head.
I just didn’t have the energy for it.
The fact that he immediately thought to apologize and backpedal
after I went silent with my curt “no” led to me to assume that the intentions
behind those words may not have been necessarily about a genuine curiosity or
appreciation about the “haircut” I may have gotten. It is likely that it was an
underlying speculation about my hair as a black woman.
Did he expect me to drop knowledge about installing and/or
removing twists from my head? Was he looking for me to say that I had a weave
in? I’m not sure, but I wouldn’t be surprised.
Also, let’s be real, white people fucking know that I didn’t
get a haircut.
With the concept of weaves being mainstream thanks to the
internet and a certain white celebrity popularizing black hairstyles, most white
people today have the basic idea that many black women like to add hair with
their own and take it out every now and then for their enjoyment.
I don’t believe that white people are as ignorant about
black people’s hair as they like to pretend. I have found that, more often than
not, ignorance is feigned in order to pry into how our hair is done or to
remind us that what we are wearing in our head is not our own hair.
I truly don’t believe that a white person who saw my hair go
from shoulder length to mid-length over the course of the weekend believes that
I grew it out that fast. Likewise, I don’t believe that the same white person would
be ignorant enough to believe that I had to “cut” that same hair that I
apparently grew so fast.
I haven’t been convinced that these questions are coming
from a genuine place of curiosity and appreciation. It seems like white people
just want to make a spectacle out of black women for daring to do things they
don’t readily do to their heads.
So, yes, “did you get a haircut” is a super harmless
question to ask, but within the context of the white gaze it could potentially
mean something more insidious.
Habits: Bites nails, Hums to self, Twirls hair with finger
Desires: Blueberries, Books
Wishes: Successfully keeping bookstore in business
Worries: She’ll not be able to pay bills, Not getting good parts in theatrical plays
Nervous Tics: Fiddles with things, Mumbles to self, Wrings hands
Soothers: Reading, Pacing, Listening to music
Soft Spots: Cats, Itane
Accomplishments: Opened a bookstore, wrote a 1,000 word essay on Macbeth
Greatest Achievement: Opened a bookstore
Failures: Her sense of humor, Saying rude things to people by accident
Biggest Failure: Couldn’t pay for apartment so she lives in back of bookstore
Favorite Dream: CIA was chasing after her and eventually stopped, and they joined hands and sang the friendship song
Worst Nightmare: Being crushed by falling shelves in bookstore
Earliest Memory: Running around the house naked (4 years old)
Fondest Memory: Having a “Roman Feast” in middle school with friends
Worst Memory: Switching from homeschool to private school
Funniest Moment: Her pants always falling down when she was younger (everyone saw her butt crack)
Happiest Moment: When she received a main part in a play for “The Headless Horseman”
Saddest Moment: When her cat Baily died
Most Prized Possession: Fox themed coffee cup
Most Valuable Possession: Books, Picture of mother
Collections: Pokemon cards, Manga, Quarters
Mannerisms: Rolls eyes, Crosses arms, Says “ugh…” a lot
Humor: Self-degrading, Movie/Book references, Pointing out text mistakes
Regrets: Not applying for literary scholarchip for Harvord
Secrets: Kissed a boy in kidnergarden
Darkest Secret: Her crush
Pet Peeves: Things that are slightly off, When people give opinions without being asked for them
Phobias: Heights, Abandonment, Rejection
Greatest Fear: Embarassing herself in front of others
Creative: Average (in the literary aspect)
Responsible: Very (for things wants, for certain goals)
Compliments: “Your hair looks nice,” “You’re such a cutie,” “”
Insults: “Dippies,” “Jerk,” “Uncultured swine,”
Expletives: “Crap,” “Crap on a cracker,” “Dagnabit”
Farewells: “See you,” “Bye,” “See you __”
Greetings: “Ahoy,” “Hey,” “Hi”
Mood: Sarcastic, Sassy
Words: “Whatever,” “Ugh…”
Emotional Status: Hyper, Tired, Annoyed
Martial Arts: None
Strengths: Upper arms
Weaknesses: Not very balanced
Restrictions: Starting fights
Signature Move: None
Special Attack: None
Home, Work, and Education
Abode: Back of bookstore Bedroom: Small, Twin bed, Small chest of drawers, Small bookshelf Bathroom: Small, Corner shower, Medicine cabinet with old medicine, Granite counter tops Kitchen: Small, single oven/gas stove, Plug-in microwave, Small pantry, Excessively-used coffee maker Living Room: None
Hometown: Fairfield, PA
Routine: Get breakfast at Panera, Open shop
Sleep Patterns: Reads until early hours and then passes out
Eating Habits: Eats whenever hungry or emotional
Pets: Grey Tabby cat (Mara)
Employer: Self employed
Job Title: Manager/Clerk
Experience: Worked at library in teen years
Criminal Record: None
Dream Job: Book store manager
Income / Salary: $19.87
Net Worth: None
Debt: A few thousand in payment for store
Savings: About $4,000
Splurges: Books, Hot Topic,
Mother: Lillian Harrison
Father: Jethro Harrison
Siblings: Daniel Harrison
Children: None Family Communication: Frequent until brother left for college
Close Relatives: Father and mother
Distant Relatives: Considers Daniel as a distant relative (they stopped most communication after he left college)
Best Friend: Ceol
Close Friends: Ceol
Confidantes: Ceol, Mother and father
Friends: Ceol, Loreli, Keegan, Joshuah, Depends on story
Role Models: Jane Austin
Heroes: Mother Teresa
First Love: Boy in kindergarten
Love Interests: Keegan
Marital Status: Single
Significant Other: None
Love Style: Pragma
Virginity: In tact
Flaws: Socially awkward, Comes off cold-hearted, Will do anything for friends and family
Advice: “Read a book once in a while - but make sure it’s a good book.”
One Word: “Ugh…” Theme Song: Izzard and Blankts - Threads
Soundtrack: Beauvoics: Little Lights
Date of Creation: December 26, 2016
Angry: Shouts, Cries, Sighs, Talks over others
Anxious: Stammers, Wrings hands
Conflicted: Wrings hands, Paces, Broods over situation
Criticized: Avoids eye contact, Keeps to self, Cries
Depressed: Cries, Keeps to self, Doesn’t speak
Embarrassed: Blushes, Keeps to self, Gets angry, Laughs
Since I’ll be cutting my hair soon (soon as in days, weeks or maybe a month), I took a few bobby pins, a hair tie and mocked the hairstyle I’m going for.
All of my life I’ve dealt with everyone controlling my decisions when it came to my hair. My grandma would punish me, scold me, or just talk with a demeaning tone if I ever mentioned cutting my hair or even went as far ad cutting it on my own (simple bangs to full on inches).
Past relationships that threatened to leave me or did leave me for cutting my hair from mid back length to should length because they had a “preference” and of course I was young and in love, it still fucking hurt, did damage intended.
Certain old friends who said I couldn’t be the one with a short haircut in a group of guys, I’d blend in too much and when I would reply with “So? My haircut has no gender and what if I get confused for a guy?” They would be so livid. So angry. They couldn’t dare to think that their little group’s “eye candy” was finally one of them. I didn’t know they thought this of me until I opened up about my sexuality, gender, style and it that was the end of those friends. Good ridence.
So much bullshit over hair because they associated gender to it. They made me feel like I could never rock even the shortest bob because that wasn’t for “me”. They dicated my identity with their bullshit.
No more. I know I’m going to cry alot when I finally get this haircut. It will be freeing. I’m telling myself to be super strong and be like “FUCK YEAH BOUT TIME! Time to feel like you!” but really, I’m going to need the support. I might post alot of pictures just to feel better. And Thats Okay.
C: I’m a little bitter about the natural hair movement. Growing up, I hated my hair. No one taught me to appreciate it and my mom tried her best with it. It was thick, soft and fluffy but I have flashbacks of being rejected at hair salons at a young age because it would take at least 2 hours to do my hair. I was embarrassed of it. I got a relaxer at 11 solely because I wanted to be able to put my hair behind my ear like a white girl. My mom said even the hairdresser’s recommended the relaxer but it was ultimately my own decision. When it came out, I got envious looks from the salon ladies because it was long, thick and silky and mid back length. Over the years I had split ends and ended up going natural 2 years ago. I’m bitter because if I had more people around me as a child that celebrated my coils or knew how to tame them, I would possibly have waist length hair. Features like my thick black eyebrows and hair are suddenly celebrated now when I remember hating everything about it. I remember being teased about it. It’s not fair.
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Ok so I was just gonna do a couple selfies like I did last year or a comparison pic, but I decided why not do a timeline so.
1: I was around 2 or 3 in this picture. So like 2000-2002. It’s really tho only age I feel fine showing pictures of so we’ll jump right to me being 17 now lol.
2: This was the first (good) picture I took after o cut my hair. It basically was mid back length and cutting it was sooo amazing. Around this time is also when I came out to my parents and brother. January 2015.
3: First time I actually bought boys clothes after coming out, besides unisex band shirts and shit. But like actual clothes like jeans and shoes and dress shirts was all around this time. January 31, 2015.
4: First picture after finally getting a binder. Obviously a v good and important day. March 26th, 2015.
5: This one was actually taking basically exactly one year ago. So that’s cool. Oh also I realised today that it was p much a year ago that I had finally decided on my name. March 30th, 2015.
6: After I graduated high school, and then I didn’t have to be closeted 90% of the time around students and teachers. It was really great for me to not have to hear my dead name every day. Also this is a few weeks after I had starting dating my datemate so that’s awesome cause they’re really supportive and helpful and great. June 9th, 2015.
7: Nothing really important happened here but I didn’t want an awkward time gap. I had dyed my hair tho so that’s cool I guess. October 3rd, 2015.
8. And me now! Right now I’m gonna be trying to change my name in a couple months, I’ve been coming out to more random people and extended family members, and I plan to be on hormones by next year so hopefully that’ll work out. I start college soon too so that’ll be something life related.
But yeah obviously so much has changed in a year and especially a year and a half like shit I didn’t even know I was trans till November of 2014. So all trans people out there who aren’t out or who are feeling hopeless about shit rn, you don’t know how much stuff can change in just a few short months and how people around you will grow or who you’ll meet.
Also I have a gofundme account set up to raise money for changing my name and saving for hormones and surgeries. It’s here gofundme.com/j3mxz76c thanks! I hope everyone’s having a good Transgender Day of Visibility,
Since you take requests I’m going to annoy you some more if that’s
okay. A Bucky x reader where she wants short hair so he helps her cut it? Thank
you, you fantastic human
A/N: Idek I just really liked writing this it was so cute, thank you so
much for the request! Keep em coming I’ll write whatever you guys want! Btw it
took all the self-control in the world to not name this Snip Snap Padiwack or
Snip Snip Motherfucker…
Warning: nada just enjoy!
Bucky Barnes x Reader (they have
like mid-back length hair but it’s gender neutral)
ok so i have a headcanon that during the war, Lily Evans cropped her hair short (because realistically, long hair puts you at a disadvantage in a fight because of the risks of it catching fire, getting cut, getting pulled at, etc.) and she cut it while James was out on a mission and when he got back, after the squalling/hugging/tears/wound clean-up that happened every time one of them got back from a mission, he noticed. And at first he was like “woah, Lily what’d you do to your hair???’ because he’d never seen it that short and usually kept it at a mid-back length, and he couldn’t get used to it for a while, because to entertain himself, he’d fiddle with her hair all the time. He learned to love it more though, because it was easier to run his hands through and thought it made her look like “that little orphan girl from the comic strip they’re supposed to make a movie about”