please dye your hair

XF: S11...

Okay, so I’m finally back from my business trip and have had a chance to think about the XF S11 news a little bit. Here are my notes so far (I’m sure there will be more blathering to come):

To Chris Carter: Please treat S11 like it’s your last go at this rare, beautiful concoction of talent and chemistry. Stop assuming there will always be time, actor availability, and audience appetite for The X-Files. THIS IS YOUR LAST KICK AT THE CAN, CHRIS. Resist the urge to tease the audience, set up new stories you can’t finish, and think you are leaving us breathless with a new cliffhanger (fyi: you’re just pissing us off).

Regardless of its many past imperfections, make our last thoughts about The X-Files be, “Chris Carter came through for us in the end.”

To Gillian Anderson: Babe, I honestly don’t care if you dye your hair or not, but please don’t wear another wig that pains you, distracts the audience, limits your ability to emote, and inhibits finding Scully. Please watch some old episodes, particularly those between S1-7. Find her. Dana Scully is much loved.

To David Duchovny: Please stop deferring to Chris for writing/story choices. You gave us the The Unnatural baseball scene, the touchstone scene, the Existence kiss on the lips. Fight for us. We need you on this.

To the fandom: Manage your expectations. We are not going to get a love scene. We just aren’t. (I’m sorry, but I am your friend and I’m telling you the truth.;) This is The X-Files. We are also not going to get a coherent, overarching serial that will tie up neatly, with a bow on top at the end.

But hopefully we’ll get a few small moments that will entertain us, make us think, and remind us of how much we love these characters. The X-Files, as long as Chris remains showrunner, will never be as good as it could be. So it’s going to have to be that intrinsically flawed child that you love so, so much anyway…warts and all. You’ll need to decide if you will spend every post-ep flipping tables because it isn’t living up to its potential (or even the quality of average TV shows today) or whether you can embrace the little moments that remind you of why TXF gripped your soul in the first place. Maybe the next time Mulder asks Scully…there will be an iced tea in that bag.

anonymous asked:

What's a way I can rebel without damaging my future permanently please I'm boring and need change constantly

Dye your hair
Get a tattoo
Get a piercing
Join a club
Knit
Save the bees

anonymous asked:

Hello I hope its not to much trouble but could you do #70 on the Au list with rap monster. Please and thank you

70. When your soulmate dyes their hair, your eyes change to that color

Originally posted by sugutie

Your chin was propped up in your palm, your math teacher droning on and on about quadrilaterals. You rolled your eyes; when would you ever need this kind of stuff in real life. Finally, the clocked ticked down into the last few seconds of class, and once 2:45 hit, you grabbed your things and bolted, even though the professor was still talking. Perks of college, you thought to yourself.

You made your way into the dining hall close to the building where your class was: just a short walk away down the sidewalk. You found a small window table on the second floor; the whole building was crammed with students taking a late lunch break after the last class of the day.

“Hi, friend.” You glanced up from your laptop, smiling as your best friend sat down opposite from you. “How was math?”

“Don’t even ask,” you groaned, shutting your laptop and picking a stalk of celery off of her plate of veggies. She rolled her eyes and pushed it closer to the middle of the table. “Are your eyes lighter?”

Y/F/N glanced up at you, her giant chocolate brown orbs crinkling with a smile. Usually, the color of her eyes were almost as dark as her pupils: something she constantly complained about. Today, however, they were streaked through with gold.

“Chris got highlights,” she smiled sheepishly down at her plate, knocking a cherry tomato around with her forefinger.

“So it’s official, then?” you asked, popping a cucumber into your mouth. “I’m happy for you.”

And you were, it was the truth. Y/F/N and her boyfriend, Chris, had been dating since high school, and the two were basically inseparable. And now, it really was official: Chris was her soulmate.

“It’s just, it’s a great feeling, you know? Like, I’ve always been in love with him. But now I just know he’s the person I’m supposed to be with. I’m the happiest girl in the world.” Y/F/N said, giggling. “You’ll find your guy, or girl. I just know it.”

You rolled your eyes, peering down at the veggie plate. “I don’t know. It’s just hard; there’s so many people in the world.”

“Well, there can’t be very many people in the world with that color hair,” Y/F/N laughed. Your face scrunched up in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“Your eyes. They changed yesterday morning. I thought you knew.” Y/F/N grabbed a compact mirror from her bag. She handed it over to you, and you flipped it up quickly, excited. Sure enough, your eyes had turned during class. Instead of the normal golden blonde they’d been for quite some time, they were a startling mint green: a color that would have been nice on someone’s head, specifically your soulmate, but just made your eyes look eerie.

“Wow,” you breathed, your fingertips ghosting over the skin of your under eyelid. After a moment, Y/F/N grabbed onto the compact mirror and closed it.

“That’s not important right now, because BTS dropped their new music video a while back, and we still haven’t watched it together. They’re almost due for another comeback!” You rolled your eyes at her as she grabbed your laptop, opening the music video and pressing play. The familiar BigHit chimed, and you engrossed yourself in watching the music video. When it was over, out of the corner of your eye, you caught a post displaying their new promotional pictures for Forever Young. Curious, you clicked them, and your heart stopped.

The colors were bright, the scenery was gorgeous. But what caught your eye was the members’ hair, or at least, one specifically. Namjoon had dyed his hair for this photoshoot. He’d dyed it a bright mint green, a color that looked startlingly good on his head. And it was the same exact color that had made your eyes look so eerie all day long.

- Admin PeachJin 🍑

Eat [Zion.T]

Artist: Zion.T | Word Count: 2.721 | Soulmate!AU (1/?)

Soulmate!AU - When you dye your hair, your soul mate’s hair color changes as well.

This is my first story on Tumblr, hope you all like it

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Your soul mate is downright annoying, and you always had that thought in your mind. Your patience was getting thin, and the stress from work didn’t even add any help to this. He wasn’t even considerate at all when he dyed his hair!

And because of the whole finding soul mate thing during your lifetime, whenever he dyes his hair, your hair would change color as well. It was getting annoying because you had to dye it back to an appropriate color for work, and then he would dye it again, and it went on back and forth to the point that you wasted lots of your money to buy hair products. You have just started working too, and the large amount of money you spent on hair dyes could have went to buy food or pay the bills.

This morning, you woke up with your hair colored red.

“Oh my fucking god,” You whispered, crawling out of the bed and standing in front of the mirror, “This is just a dream, right?”

But no, it wasn’t. Your fingers delicately brushed again your hair at first, and the vibrant red hair fell down smoothly along with your movement. But then, when you pinched your cheeks, you didn’t wake up from this nightmare at all. Letting out a groan, you stomped around your room, fists flying to the air as you let out your anger.

“I’m going to murder you when I meet you!” There was only an hour left for work, and you had to be out of the house in thirty minutes in order to arrive on time.

You were doomed.

“What the hell is wrong with your hair?” Your friend and boss, Hani, asked, her hand swiftly went to touch your hair without your permission. You let out a deep sigh, feeling frustration build up inside of you again.

“It’s my soul mate,” You spat out, “I woke up like usual to see my hair colored a vibrant red! I didn’t have time to dye it again, so I decided to go to work anyways.”

“You know you could have just asked for a day off?”

“I know I can, I considered about it for a second. But I need the money, Han.”

“Girl, you are being way too much of a workaholic! Taking a day off work won’t hurt.”

“Well, I am already here. I might as well start working while rocking this hair.” Concern can be seen as Hani’s eyes landed on your hair.

“Cheer up hun, you can kick his ass later when you meet him!” Hani’s words managed to lift up your mood without fail, and an encouraging slap at the back followed suit.

“Hell yeah I will. Let’s talk again at lunch, okay?”

“Sure, work hard (Name)!” And with that, the two of you parted ways and you made your way to your desk to start working.


You wanted to cry in embarrassment as people who passed your desk gave you weird looks, and you were even called by the higher ups as they ask about your hair. You explained it to them that it was your soul mate, and they all gave you looks of pity that you hated to see. Still, the bank you work for has a lot of employees, and the people that didn’t dare to ask you about your hair can only gaze at you, some were plainly curious, while some judged you to go to work with that hair.

Hani had to coax you with encouraging words during lunch, because you thought that you barely survived until now, a half day left at work stressed you out so much.

“You’ll be fine, (Name)! People won’t remember it when you dye your hair again tonight.”

“But Hani, even people in this café are staring at us.” Hani’s eyes moved around and she found that you were right. You can feel their gaze boring holes at your back, and it made you fall into sadness even more.

“You know, maybe your soul mate is an artist?”

“A what?”

“An artist, (Name),” Hani stated, “Maybe he didn’t mean it when he dyed his hair with all those vibrant colors! It was his job anyway, and it was inevitable if his agency was the one who forced it to him. Maybe deep down he’s feeling bad as well, knowing you will have a hard day with this kind of hair.”

He might be an artist? Why hadn’t I thought of this before?

“Maybe your right, it’s kind of logical now that I think of it. One thing for sure is I’m going to kick his ass and his agency’s ass for making me suffer so bad.”

Silence fell over the both of you as you started munching on your food, your mind was absent as you wondered about the possibilities of Hani’s words. The silence was broken when Hani spoke again.

“Say, (Name), are you free tonight?”

“Well, I am going to dye my hair again, why?”

“Come with me tonight! My favorite artist is having a concert and I have a VIP ticket for you. You can just dye your hair on Saturday. Go with me, please?”

“You’re giving me the ticket for free?”

“Yes! Just accept it as a cheer-up gift for you, okay?”

You were weighing down your options, whether you should join Hani for the concert or spend your Friday night relaxing and dyeing your hair. But the hopeful look on her eyes brought guilt to you if you declined. Besides, you can cover your hair with a hat, right?

“Alright, I’ll go.”

“Yes! Be ready at 8, okay?”

You were dying on the inside again, as people seemingly have eyes as sharp as eagles, and they seem to notice your hair even though you’ve covered your hair with a hat and put your hair into a bun. Holding onto Hani’s arms, you made your way inside the venue with your head down, the same feeling at work creeping up in your heart again. The words tossed by people around you clearly made you uncomfortable.

“Is she a hardcore fan or something?”

“Who goes to work with a hair like that?”

“She’s probably one of those obsessive fans that is trying to be as noticeable as ever to their idols.”

Heck, you didn’t even know who the artist was! You showed up here for Hani anyways, because you can’t possibly abandon her alone.

“Wait, what’s his name again?”

“It’s Zion.T, (Name).”

“Ah right, that Zion guy.” You nodded your head, trying to process everything in your mind.

In all your life, you were way more interested in American R&B, and from Hani’s explanation, his genre is R&B too. She said that Zion.T tops all the music chart in the country once his songs are released. And his lyrics were simple, yet it moved a lot of people’s heart. And he was pretty tall, and he’s on the slim side. His face is always framed with sunglasses, even at night. But you haven’t heard of his name at all and it was partly because you didn’t follow South Korea’s music trend.

Hell, people should have called Hani the ‘obsessive fan’, not you! Your mouth hung apart as you and Hani sat yourselves at the very front seat of the VIP part, and the stage was only a few meters in front of you. When you asked her how she got the seats, she giggled at you and told the story of how she waited all night long in front of the laptop to get it.

Not long after the talk, the venue’s light were turned off, a sign that the concert was about to start. The fans screamed, including Hani, and you sat awkwardly at your seat because you didn’t want a sore throat after this. And then, smoke emerged from the stage, followed suit by an instrumental song playing. Back dancers appeared from the sides and started dancing, and the artist has yet made his appearance.

As the song come to an end, the large screen at the end of the stage was divided into two, like a gate that was starting to open. A tall figure made his way out, you couldn’t clearly see him because of the smoke. But when another song came up and he started singing, you were in the biggest shock of your life when you got to see his appearance.

No fucking way.

“His hair is red!” You screamed, eyes as wide as sockets, your mouth formed an ‘o’ in shock. Hani seemed to hear your shriek, and her eyes glanced at you, to Zion.T, and back to you.

“Is he the one?!” Hani screamed back, and you didn’t know how to answer.

From your parents’ story, they knew they were soul mates not only because of the same hair, but from the look in their eyes too. With how your mother says it, she felt a strong attraction to your father that can’t be ignored, and when their eyes met, she knows that he’s the one for her, her soul mate.

You felt it, a strong feeling of curiosity and your heart beating way louder than the music that was played. He was handsome, you thought, and the way he moved was unique, like he was one with his music. And he had a voice as soft as ever, complimenting his genre really well. There was this gentleman vibe coming off from him, and that was apparent even with his covered eyes. You bit at your lips, your hands laid limp at your skirt as you contemplated about him.

Is he really the one? You asked yourself over and over with nervousness in every question.

When you were deep in your thoughts, you didn’t notice Hani glancing up to you with a determined look in her eyes. She knew well the second way to know he’s the one was to see him straight in the eyes. Hani knew that this plan might fail, and put you in a way embarrassing position than before. But deep down, Hani has a feeling that this plan won’t fail.

Acting fast, Hani pulled your hat and bun down in one go, the vibrant red hair that you desperately tried to hide flowed down in an instant. Your eyes went wide as you tried to process what happened, but Hani was faster, as she started waving her hat and pointing at you while screaming Zion.T’s name over and over, hoping he can spot you from where he stood.

“Oppa, please look at my friend over here!”

“What are you doing, Hani?!” Your eyes were filled with horror as you can finally comprehend what was happening.

“Zion.T oppa, look over here!” Hani kept on screaming, nonetheless, ignoring your protests and your hand flailing around to get your hat.

“Don’t do that, Hani! You’re attracting attention to people around-“

“Oppa, look over here!” The third attempt seemed to work perfectly, as Zion.T finally turned his head to Hani’s voice.

With how frantically Hani was pointing at you, Zion.T’s eyes finally settled down at your figure, still trying to stop your friend from embarrassing you. His eyebrows were raised in interest as he made his way to the edge of the stage, getting as near as impossible to see you.

“Look, he’s coming towards you!” Hani chirped happily, her proud smile didn’t help you cope with the embarrassment at all, as people around you started to whisper about you. Again.

“You’re embarrassing me, Hani…” You groaned, “What if he’s not the one? He’ll just think of me as-“

“Look up! He’s staring at you!” Your reflexes kicked in and you did as what Hani ordered you to, and your eyes met his covered ones, and you were shocked once again.

He was grinning at you, like a child who was given a birthday gift. Zion.T kept on singing while not breaking his gaze at you, his hands going up and down for gestures. And then, before he moved to another spot, he lowered his glasses, enough for you to see that wink he gave you.

“Oh my fucking god, he is the one.” Your cheeks turned red as you felt your heart thumping faster, your heart blooming in happiness as you grinned back at him.

You knew he was the one, and there was no mistake in it.


The concert was coming to an end, and Haesol have saved his newest song for the closing performance.

“I’d like everyone to sing along to this song,” Haesol started, “The figure that inspired me to write this was my soul mate actually, I hoped that she’d hear this, wherever she is, and I can comfort her through my music. I didn’t have much time to find you, I’m sorry, because I am constantly working on making music.”

“You probably hate me so much for having the same hair as I am, and at times the colors are way annoying too,” The crowd laughed at this, “I’m sorry for that. I hope you can understand me and maybe, we can have the love we craved all this time. And I present to you this song to somehow make up for the times I wasn’t there for you. Please listen to me, my dear.”

You sat there, frozen, as Zion.T started to sing his single that he have just released, which is called ‘Eat’. Your heart skipped beats and you felt overwhelming happiness hit you like a truck. You were happy, truly happy, after years of living, because now you have finally met him. The screams that erupted around the venue didn’t matter, you felt like it was only you and him here, with his soft voice serenading you to his song. Love was a weird feeling, you concluded, as you were head over heels for him.

Love me, me. Don’t miss it.


“You should go home first, Hani. I’m going to grab something from the mini market.”

“You sure you want to go alone? It’s midnight, (Name).”

“I’ll be fine! I’m not a baby anymore, Han.” You smiled at Hani, “Thank you for today. I really appreciate your help.”

“Don’t mention it! I’ll help you anytime I can, (Name).” Hani smiled, giving you a tight bear hug as the both of you parted ways.

Your foot took you to the nearest 24 hours mini market, and you got yourself a ramen and a drink, and sat yourself outside. As you ate your meal, you were left alone with your thoughts, wondering more and more about your soul mate. He was amazing, you thought. All the hate you had in him seemed to disappear when your eyes met, and the urge to kick his ass was long gone. The concert felt magical, it feels so surreal now that you have met your soul mate through it. Your life changed in one night, which is something you can hardly believe.

But now what?

As you ate your ramen, you didn’t notice a figure standing behind you, his tall figure looming over you. And suddenly, an apple was set on your table from your back, and you jolted in shock when you looked up.

“You should snack on something healthier instead, you know.”

“Well hello there, Mr. Soul mate.” You couldn’t hold your smile as you gazed up at him, and he mirrored your smile back.

Haesol took the empty seat in front of you, with a cup of coffee being held on his right hand. His hand then took off his glasses, and there were butterflies in your stomach as he held your gaze. His eyes are very pretty, you thought.

“I believe I haven’t gotten your name yet, Mrs. Soul mate?”

“It’s (Full Name).” You held your hand for a handshake. He held your hand delicately and kissed the top of your palm softly, successfully making your cheeks blush again.

“Well, you might want to change that to Kim (Name) in the future,” Haesol grinned, “My name is Haesol. It’s nice to finally meet you, (Name).”

“Yeah, we finally meet each other after a long time.” The both of you spent the next few minutes in silence, just studying each others’ face and smiling giddily with love.

After a few minutes, Haesol finally broke the comfortable silence between the two of you.

“I’m sorry with the red hair, I can see how uncomfortable you were a few hours ago,” Haesol apologized shyly, “I was aiming for a new look, and after I finished dyeing my hair, I realized that you were affected by it too.”

“That’s okay, you dumb ass.” You lowered your head, not being able to contain your smile, “As long as you’re here, I’ll be fine.” Tears of happiness rolled down your cheeks, and Haesol’s hand quickly went to your face, wiping away the tears.

“Don’t worry, I’ll try considering a normal color next time.”

~Dare to be Different~

Dare to be different
Please don’t fit the mold
Dye your hair purple
Or wear all that gold
Dream a thousand dreams
Dance in that rain
Face your fears
And kiss away that pain
Dare to be different
It’s more fun that way
Don’t conform to society’s standards
Or listen to what others may say
Do your own thing
There is only one you
When you think outside the box
You get a better view

-Tiffany K

Markiplier Imagine Purple Surprise

Requested by anon: Hey please could you do a Markiplier x reader where you dye your hair purple and mark loves it? Your writing is gold btw 💫

“It can’t be that difficult.” You mumbled, examining the small box of hair dye. You were planning on getting a change and had opted to dye your hair purple. It was something you’d seen other people do and were impressed by it, so decided to try for yourself.

“Alright, I’ve got this.” You pulled out a bottle and started putting the ingredients inside. Once everything was inside, you began shaking the bottle, until you were satisfied with the mixture. Then you prepared your hair and grabbed a brush. 

You started putting the dye onto your hair, using your fingers to work the dye into your hair. When you were finished applying all the dye, you set a timer for how long to leave the dye in and went on your phone, catching up on your social media. When the timer beeped, you started washing out your hair, watching the colour run in the water. After showering, you got dressed and waited excitedly to see Mark.


“(Y/N)?” You heard Mark call, as he opened the front door. You leapt up and tried to keep cool, as you went to greet him. 

“Hey. Good day?” You asked, giving him a hug. Mark’s eyes were wide when he saw you and you chuckled at his shock, although his silence was a little intimidating.

“Your hair-”

“It’s purple.” You finished off for him, growing increasingly nervous.

“Why?” 

“I wanted a change and I’ve always wanted to dye it this colour, so why not seize the moment? I think it looks nice, anyway. Don’t you like it?” You self consciously touched your hair and Mark shook his head quickly.

“No, actually, I really love it. You look so different, it took me some time to adjust, but it really suits you. You look awesome.” You grinned and kissed him.

“Although, I’d like you no matter what colour your hair is.” You chuckled, wrapping your arms around him.

“A little too cheesy?” Mark asked and you nodded, kissing him again.

“Just a little, but sweet nonetheless.” 

“God, I love you. You’re stunning.” You blushed at Mark’s words.

“Because of the purple, right?” You joked and Mark laughed quietly, his eyes looking at you adoringly. 

“No, but the purple helps.”

Requests are open

Masterlist

I’m going to start making lists of the things I find myself oft repeating to customers (especially now that I work at a beauty supply store, the name of which I’m not allowed to say).

Hair colors:

  • you cannot lighten your hair several shades without bleaching it. It just won’t happen. You want to go blonde but you don’t want to bleach your hair? sorry, it’s not going to happen. “but what if I just put this semi-permanent hair dye on top of my very dark brown?” your hair might be a little bit shiny? but I mean you’re not gonna get the advertised vivid color.
  • There are four kinds of hair dye: temporary, semi-permanent, demi-permanent, and permanent. The first one is obvious, it washes out with one or two shampoos. Semi permanent dye will also wash out, but it will take maybe a month, and it’ll more likely just go kind of pastel. Demi-permanent is the same, but it fades out instead of washing out. Permanent color might fade in the sun or if you go swimming a lot, but other than that it is not going to go anywhere.
  • Do not under any circumstances buy your hair dye at a drug store. Please go to Sally’s. 
  • There’s a semi-permanent brand called Ice Cream (I think?). I have never heard a single good thing about them.
  • Manic Panic is a good semi-permanent hair dye to get yourself started, as it’s often sold in places such as Hot Topic or Trivium. HOWEVER, MP fades very quickly, especially with their more red or pink dyes. If you’re looking for a red dye that will stick very well, try the One ‘n’ Only Argon Oil brand.
  • Argon oil has a natural red pigment. If you want to be blonde or ashy or grey (etc.) do not buy any product that includes argon oil (including shampoos or hair masks!)

Makeup:

  • please don’t buy your makeup from Sally’s. Their stuff is usually terrible, ie. they have like maybe four shades of foundation and they’re all varying shades of white
  • NYX matte cream lip colors are absolutely fantastic. You can find them at shoppers drug mart. These things go on smoothly, dry matte, and don’t feel like they’re heavy at all. Above all else: super bold color! My fave is called ‘vintage’.
  • Despite NYX having fantastic lip products, their mascara is shit. I bought one that was kind of a clear gooey fluid with tiny black flecks in it?? like guys pull your shit together.
  • GOSH BB creams are super nice and light, great for when u need a little bit of coverage to last you in a casual setting, and they’re a bit cheaper than your usual Sephora fare. 
  • on that note, GOSH also has an amazing eye primer that looks kind of like a white crayon? Goes on white, and holds any color you put on it with an amazing vibrancy. 
  • Check out BH cosmetics for some cheap eye shadow palettes that have a wide variety of color! I’ve got their galaxy palette (which is just as great as it sounds) but I also have a 99 color palette. Coupled with the GOSH eye primer everything is beautiful. (b/c these are ‘cheaper’ brands, without an eye primer the colors don’t show up as well.)
  • Don’t laugh but Forever 21 has a really great cream contour palette. Keep in mind though I’m super white, so if you have a darker skin tone this cream palette doesn’t go darker than, like, “orange” tan.
  • Ipsy bags and other monthly makeup kits of $20-$25 are actually surprisingly worth it. Ipsy, for example, customizes your kit a bit more to your skin tone/hair color/eye color/skin type. A good way to learn new brands and try new products. 
  • If you are going to be in front of a camera, do not under any circumstances use shimmer. I’m talking shimmer powders, shimmer highlighters, even if your primer advertises ‘glow’ or if your foundation is ‘luminous’. Any kind of shimmer will catch the light and reflect it strongly into the lens. 
  • Same goes for SPF.  If your foundation/BB cream/anything really has a bit of sunscreen/SPF, that will also catch the light and reflect strongly into the camera. 
  • If you are self-conscious about your wrinkles, avoid shimmer products. They will highlight your skin and cause a large contrast with your creases.
  • If you want to make your lips look larger, use shimmers, glosses, and/or light colors. paler colors will make any space look larger, whereas dark colors (like NYX’s Vintage, for example, or bold reds) will make your lips a little bit smaller.
  • those wedge sponges you can get for like $3 a bag are actually really really good for your foundations. Esp if you’re doing makeup for multiple people. I actually find sponges apply liquid and cream foundations/contours/highlighters a lot better than brushes, as they’re a lot less streaky. 
  • Don’t go overboard with your setting powder if you’re going to be on camera/on stage, as heavy application of your setting powder will also come out as pure white in photos.
  • Use rubbing alcohol to clean your makeup brushes. It evaporates faster than water, is less likely to mess with the glue holding your brushes together, and sanitizes everything it touches. 

off the top of my head this is all I can think of tonight but expect there to be more in the future, as I continue to try to explain to people why they can’t just throw color on their hair and expect it to be Just Fine. 

(also if anyone has any questions or suggestions go ahead and send them!!)

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When you dye your hair pink 


Request -  Can I please get a request of dying your hair pink (when its naturally redish brown) and bf Yoongi and other bandmates aren’t too pleased (: Also, Is it too much to ask for name maybe? Im Noeul (: Thankeeee <3333

The first text is just with Yoongi individually and the last two are group texts! 

Name’s Fiona!

Chinese/Vietnamese, ?? orientation, “she/her.”

I’m a psych major in the SF Bay Area who’s been giving 0 fucks since the beginning of time; also 200% ready to call people out on their ridiculousness.

The Bay is full of diversity, and I love it with all my heart…but I’m sick of this reverse white flight we’ve been experiencing. I’m tryna be patient, but dang. One day, the place that was once filled to the brim with PoC and their various cultures will be fully gentrified. And that breaks my heart. But for now, we will try to push through…and still be beautiful.

For this AFAD, please enjoy a photo with silver hair, which I do myself–please do not bleach/dye your (probably heavily pigmented, dark hair) at home without proper research. Feel free to reach out if you have any questions, but keep in mind that I’m unlicensed.

In my lifespan, I hope to be able to walk around in public without being called “the thiccest azn I ever seen, babygirl.” by basic ass cis boys, and own more than 10 RLY Q BRAS IN 34G.

O ya, and brunch is gr8

http://justfi0na.tumblr.com/

hey guys, for the record, since I realized I never really said so, I do work at Sallys and I know a lot of you dye your hair so if you ever need advice, please feel free to ask me! I care a lot about my job and I want to make sure you guys love your hair!

I AM SERIOUS THOUGH. EVEN IF WE DO NOT REALLY EVER TALK, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE FEEL FREE TO ASK ME ABOUT HAIR STUFF.

Do what you want to do while you can still do it. Go to concerts, see live music. Experience what it feels like to be part of something. Travel. Get in a car and just drive. Stay in motels and eat shitty continental breakfast and then keep going. Skip a night of studying to go to a party. Dance on the table. Just do it. Wear what you want to wear. Put glitter all over your face if that’s what you’re feeling. Dye your hair yellow. Be kind, please be kind. Hold doors open, compliment someone. Make people happy to be alive. Be happy to be alive. Fall in love, get your heart broken and then fall in love again. Eat whatever the hell you want, regardless of the calories. Move cities. Take a walk in nature and clear your head. Listen to the music that you like and don’t be ashamed of it, ever. Stay out late and barely make it through your morning shift or 8am class. Be kind to animals. Pay for your friends drinks. Over-tip your server, or your bartender. Lose the negative influences in your life. If your job is making you unhappy, leave. Free your mind. Feed your soul. Write about it. Take photos, take lots of photos. Make art, make love and make peace. Call your friends, call your family. Talk to people on the phone. Tell the people you love that you love them. All of the time, whenever you can. Have fun.
Have lots and lots of fun.

Coming out of the worst part of my depression, I’ve been able to experience these things again and I cannot tell you enough how amazing it feels to be human. In a weird way, I think I can feel these things a hundred times more immensely because it’s been so long since I’ve been able to feel anything other than down. Appreciate life, please try to. Recognize when you are happy and immerse yourself in your own emotions. This is important. Do. What. You. Love.

—  I can feel again.

anonymous asked:

Skimmons please! If you dye your hair, your soulmate’s hair color changes as well and you swear the moment you see your soulmate you will choke them because you just woke up with your hair colored like a rainbow and it’s your first job interview at a prestigious company what the fuck. Oh, and your best friend just took a picture to post online and wait—what, how many likes is that?

“It’s you!”

The voice is loud and angry and familiar, but it startles Daisy enough that her knee jostles the desk when she hits it and her coffee splashes around alarmingly in her cup, and the cup she has full of pens and paperclips tips over, rolls and falls with a clatter on the floor, spilling everything out.

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[160125] Hoshi’s Twitter Interaction with Fans

Intro Tweet: [17’s Hoshi] What time is it? #HoshiO’Clock

Fan: Hosh-oppa?
HS: Hat!

Fan: Heol, daebak, Oppa *cries* I miss you. *cries*
HS: You’ll see us a lot soon. *laughs*

Fan: It’s Hoshi, Hoshi.
HS: It’s Soonyoung though…

Fan: Hyung, how have you been?
HS: Hyung is currently preparing for the concert.

Fan: Soonyoung-ah, when are you going to dye your hair black?????
HS: Do you want it??????!!!!!!!!!!

Fan: If Oppa replies, I’m going to dance on the streets. *laughs*
HS: Please send proof.

Fan: Oppa is such a cutie. *cries* ♡♡
HS: *laughs* Hee.

Fan: I can’t go anywhere, because you are Hoshi.
HS: Because you are mine.

cr: bex @ what17says
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Heart Attack In Black Hair Dye-Gerard Way

Title Credit: Save yourself, I’ll hold them back; My Chemical Romance

Anonymous asked: Would you do an imagine where y/n is getting Gerard to dye your hair during the revenge era? Please?

A/N I didn’t know which colour you wanted to dye it, so I just chose blue. ~PunkPixie

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You tugged at the strands of hair coming out of your head, and let out a loud sigh, blowing it out of your eyes, and stomping out of the bathroom, where you had been inspecting yourself in the mirror for a moment.

“Gerard, my hair colour sucks.” You whined as you spotted him lounging on the couch, and draped yourself of the back of it, sighing again. You felt your spine crack slightly, and quickly threw yourself onto the seat of the couch, where Gerard was staring at you with a raised eyebrow. Your head had ended up in his lap, and you laughed slightly at his face.

“Then dye it?” He asked, confused, with a hint of sarcasm. You gasped though, and sat up quickly, bouncing off the couch. Gerard kept watching you as you dashed to where your bag was sitting on one of the chairs, and dug through it, searching for money.

“What colour though? There’s so many, I don’t want to something boring like everyone else does-” You paused in a gasp, turning to stare at him. “What about white? No, that would look terrible on me.” You let your gaze wander over Gerard for a moment, grinning. “You could work it though.” He scoffed, and stood up, walking over, staring intently at your hair.

“Turquoise?” He suggested after a moment, taking a bit in his hand, mulling over the colour. He let it drop, raising an eyebrow at you as you burst into excited giggles.

“That’s perfect!” You exclaimed as you finally grabbed a small wad of cash at the bottom of your bag- of course it was at the bottom, where else would something you need be? -and grabbed his hand, dragging him out of his apartment. Gerard managed to pull you back enough to shove on his sunglasses.

“Why do you always wear those things?” You asked, rolling your eyes as you leaned in the doorway as he dug around the apartment searching for them.

“Obviously because I’m a vampire, didn’t you know we burn in the sun?” Gerard replied snarkily, shoving his own greasy black hair out of his face.

“Right, like you’re allergic to water and shampoo?” You teased as he held his sunglasses triumphantly in the air, grinning.

“Exactly, it will burn my delicate skin like the sun.” He replied in the same mocking tone, striding over and shoving them onto his nose. “Hey, didn’t Frank say he wanted to go get blonde hair dye for like…” Gerard paused, trying to think of the correct word, and you couldn’t help butting in.

“The sides of his head he shaved last week?” Gerard nodded at you, taking a piece of his hair and fiddling with it, before pushing it out of his face. “Call him and tell him to meet us at Walmart and we’ll go get a fruit shake after, because I really want a fruit shake.” Gerard shook his head at you, and pulled out his phone. Frank quickly agreed to meet you there, and soon you were standing in the aisle of Walmart, arguing over which hair dye brand is better, getting a lot of weird looks, before you decided on Splat! Hair dye, which was apparently pretty good. You walked back to the apartment, and said goodbye to Frank, and you rushed into the bathroom, and tore open the box, looking at the packages inside in a bit of confusion.

“Do you want help?” Gerard said from the doorway, causing you to jump. 

“Jesus fucking christ!” You exclaim, laughing. Gerard grinned, before grabbing the hair dye from you. It took a while, and your forehead looked a bit like a smurf by the end of it, which caused both of you to burst out into laughter when he pointed it out.

“You should dye your hair a bit too.” You pointed out, reaching forward and tugging the front bits of Gerard hair slightly. Gerard frowned, looking around you to stare at himself in the mirror, shoving the strands of hair around his face.

“I guess, it might look okay.” You nodded eagerly, and Gerard sighed, and after a bit of coaxing, he finally agreed. You were careful not to get any on his forehead, considering he had an interview the next day. After it was finished, you both looked at yourselves in the mirror.

“It looks awesome!” You exclaim, and lunge into a hug. “Thank you so much for helping me with it.” Gerard grinned, and hugged you back happily.

“No problem.” Gerard replied, giggling slightly. You reached up and ruffled his hair with a laugh.

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Prices for my custom hand dyed hair.
I have two different types of white hair available to dye, Blizzard is a matte white and Virgin Snow is the normal nylon (meaning it has the typical nylon hair shine). I have multiple different dyes available to choose from but, should I need to purchase a different color per request, I will ask you to allow time for the dye to ship to me and will also ask extra to cover cost of dye.I will more then likely already have the hair on hand but if I need to purchase additional hair for your dyeing, please allow extra time for the hair to arrive. I will also ask for the cost of shipping to be provided (unless of course I am buying additional hair for myself). If you provide the hair yourself, you can deduct the price per hank you paid for your hair from the total price (so if you purchase from DH, deduct $3.12 from the dyed hank price). I also offer MH and MLP rehairing commissions as well. Depending on what I have going on, I may or may not be able to take an additional commission. If I can not currently take your commission I would be happy to add you to a waiting list. I will be making another post with information on reroot commission prices so please refer to that for information. 
*Due to the change of dye brands, the dye I will be using is more expensive then the previous dye which means that the cost per hank of is also more expensive.
Rainbow (or 6 color combination)- $16 per hank 
     Purchase of 2+ hanks of the same type- $14 per hank
Multiple colors (2-5 colors)- $14 per hank 
     Purchase of 2+ hanks of the same type- $12 per hank
Single color gradient- $10 per hank
      Purchase of 2+ hanks of the same type- $8 per hank 

You can contact me through Etsy (I can make you custom lisitings based on what you would like done) https://www.etsy.com/shop/DLcustomcreations