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This dress makes even my flat pancake butt look huge. Susie hasn’t decorated her tree, but it’s a great backdrop for ootd shoots. Also, Susie and I are so happy military-style coats and jackets are back in the style so we can get away with wearing all the bright buttoned pieces.

Size: 22-24, 3x-4x, 47"/49"/56"
Dress: Plussizefix.com
Leggings: Torrid
Knee boots: Remonte
Jacket: Deb (are Deb stores even still a thing? I got this forever ago omg)

The Seven Days of Hell

Imagine: Living with the Marauders and when that time of the month comes around, no one knows what to do. Well, except Sirius. He has a plan. Plus, this gif of Sirius.

Originally posted by helloimaginesgalore

Sirius walked into the kitchen, clutching a calendar and a cigarette. He was in scarlet and gold pajama pants, a pair of your rainbow colored toe socks, hair tousled and wand tucked behind his ear. Remus sat at the kitchen table, clutching the Daily Prophet and a cup of coffee. James sat in another chair, eyes closed. Peter sat across from him, lazily levitating the pepper shaker into the air and moving it up and down, occasionally sprinkling some in James Potter’s hair. 

“It is the first day of the seven days of hell,” Sirius announced, holding the calendar up and pointing to the date. The block had ‘the flood begins’ in red marker in James’ handwriting inside it. Remus put the paper down and took a sip of his coffee, staring at Sirius with raised eyebrows. James’ eyes shot open. Peter lowered the pepper shaker. Sirius spoke again, “I fear while this day will be full of terrible, treacherous trials, it will not be the worst of them. Tomorrow, I feel, will be the most intense battle of these seven days of dangerous conflicts. Today, we will prepare ourselves secretly, while also making the day more tolerable for our dearest Y/N.” 

“And how to you propose we do that, Pads?” Remus asked. 

“Ah, Moony, my skeptical mate, I have been up all night preparing,” Sirius answered, tapping the calendar with his wand and making it vanish. “In my eight hours of debate with myself on how to go about this correctly, I have decided the best way to accomplish a twelve hour truce with the bleeding, brooding beast is simply breakfast in bed.”

“Well,” James piped up. “I think that’s a great plan, Sirius. But, I must say that the best way to start off this genius plan is not to call Y/N a bleeding, brooding beast.” 

“My apologies, Prongs,” Sirius said with a smug smirk. “A moment of weakness, my friend, a moment of fear. Now, since this is my wonderfully thought out, foolproof, perfect plan, I’ve decided that I’m captain of this operation. So, with that being said - Moony, get on the eggs! Peter, there’s fresh oranges in the cupboard. Make our girl the best glass of O.J. she’ll ever taste! Prongs, the bacon, boy! Get to work!” 

Remus stood up, depositing his coffee cup in the sink, and moving towards the stove, “And just what will you be doing, Padfoot?” 

“What will I be doing?” Sirius asked incredulously. “I, Moony, will be making the most perfectly toasted, precisely buttered toast for our dearest housemate!” 

With this being said and orders being distributed, the kitchen was launched into a chaos of shuffling feet, sizzling grease, and Sirius marching around with his toast, barking orders at everyone. In twenty minutes, Y/N’s breakfast was done and plated wonderfully. Sirius had prepared a cute wooden tray with a sky blue plate filled with eggs, bacon, and toast upon it. On it also sat a glass of orange juice and tucked under the plate was a chocolate frog, courtesy of Remus. Beside her plate was a small bowl of sliced strawberries and a fork wrapped in a napkin. 

Sirius, James, Peter, and Remus all stood huddled around it, contemplating. Peter let out a sigh, “Do you think this is enough? For a truce?” 

“It has to be,” Sirius answered. “Anything else would be far too much of a risk. It wouldn’t be thought through. Not foolproof.” 

With a shaky breath, James hoisted the tray into the air with his wand, “I’ll go first.” 

“Thank you for your sacrifice, James,” Sirius nodded, following him up the stairs. They walked in a straight, tense line. James, then Sirius, Peter behind him, and Remus taking up the rear. They reached the door much faster than any of them would’ve liked. 

“She likes you the best Moony,” Peter hissed. “You knock.” 

“Oh, absolutely not,” Remus replied hastily with a grin. “She definitely fancies James.”

With a small squeak, James raised his hand to the door and knocked thrice. They all stood outside awaiting a response. Seconds later, they received one. A sleepy voice on the inside croaked out, “Come in.” 

Peter pushed open the door and James strutted through, hoisting your food through the door and over to you, allowing it to land gently in your lap. The orange juice barely sloshed. Remus spoke first as Y/N gawked silently at them. He grinned, “This is our offering, O’ Bloody One.” 

Sirius’ eyes went wide and he kicked Remus in the shin. But, you were laughing. The tension in the room fell and the boys all slumped with relief. You smiled down at your breakfast and back up at the Marauders. “You boys are so sweet.” 

“Anything for our girl,” Sirius grinned. 

Silence filled the room like a gas and the boys just stood there, watching you chomp down on bacon. After two pieces, you rolled your eyes, “Well c’mon then, loves. Are we not going to have a lovely breakfast and make fun of the muggle television this morning?” 

With grunts and giggled, the boys all snuggled into your king size bed. James inched in beside you, snaking arm arm around your waist. Sirius plopped a pillow down on your legs, laying horizontally across the bed, head on your legs. Peter filed in on your other side, laying his head on your shoulder. Remus placed himself in the space between James and Sirius, sticking a pillow on James’ stomach and leaning against it, sprawling his legs out across Sirius’ torso. James turned on the TV with a click of a button. 

A blonde newswoman appeared on the screen pointing at what appeared to be a cold front. You grinned to yourself as James pressed a kiss to your cheek and Sirius started giggling about the misspelling of the word front on the screen. 

“What kind of word is ‘fornt’?” he asked, laughing. 

Faking your period had to be one of the best things you’d ever done.

Tangled Up In Blue (Hair)

Title: Tangled Up In Blue (Hair)

Pairing: Dan Howell/Phil Lester

Rating: PG (only some swearing from Dan)

Word Count: ~3500

Summary: Fic based on this prompt:

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.

(Didn’t do rainbow hair though, just blue.)

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A/N: This is not beta read, so sorry if there are any mistakes. (Title from the Bob Dylan song Tangled Up In Blue, though it doesn’t really relate to the fic (just thought it fit as a title). Also I’m a photoshop n00b so sorry for the crappy hair edits.)

The first time it happened was when Dan was eight. At that age he only knew of one other person that it had happened to before, she had been lucky though as her hair colour had changed to a sensible colour, he however hadn’t been so lucky. One day he had woken up with bright yellow hair! His parents had gasped when he walked into the kitchen that morning.

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You were born with a gun in your hands and a curse on your tongue.

You were born kicking and screaming and snarling like a cornered animal.

You were born with your middle fingers high in the air.

You were born with glitter in your veins and a rainbow in your hair.

Homemade bombs in your backpack and a pack of matches in your pocket.

The world is your fucking oyster and you’re the shiniest pearl of the lot.

You painted a target on your back and you welcome the crowd it draws.

Let them come, let them come.

You were born with a gun in your hands and a curse on your tongue.

RFA: Unnatural Hair Color

Yoosung

- He finds it so cool 

- Kind of wants to dye his hair mint to match yours his mom said no

- Absolutely loves your hair, constantly trying to braid it 

- Takes tons of photos, absolutely loves you and how different you are

- “Guys look at my unique and pretty girlfriend!” 

Zen

- KIND OF REALLY SHOOK

- When he gets over his initial shock of your hair color, he’s totally into it

- Since his hair is white, it looks really nice with your typically brighter colors when braided together 

- Whenever you changed your hair color, he would dye a small strand of his to match 

- “Babe, I should start calling you a pastel fairy~” 

Jaehee

- She was quite taken aback by your unnatural hair, but thought it was pretty endearing

- She felt a bit self conscious of all the attention the two of you got

- I mean your hair really was quite bright… 

- But she respected your wishes and let you dye your hair whatever color you wanted

- “Do what makes you happy, MC. I’ll support you”

Jumin

- This boy just froze in his tracks

- Kind of confused? Like why would you dye your hair blue?? What is the purpose??? 

- But to be honest, he didn’t mind having a girlfriend who was a bit different

- It was a bit awkward at formal dinners, but Jumin quickly got accustomed to your hair 

- “What do you mean her hair is distracting? Light blue isn’t distracting. Would you rather have neon yellow?” 

Seven

- YES. SO MUCH YES. 

- He was openly excited as soon as he saw a picture of you

- Totally loves it when you dye it red like his hair, but other colors are cool too just not as cool

- He tried to dye your hair when your roots were growing in…. The bathroom got more dye on it than your hair

- “Lololol taste the rainbow” 

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monochrome rainbows

Originally posted by faceofdistaste

◇ His hands are brushing a piece of hair away from your face, and that beautiful, bright smile is on his face again.

◇ DK x reader

◇ soulmate!au - You will be able to see the world in full color once you meet your soulmate but until then, you can only see the world in the eye color of your soulmate. However, you can alter the color your soulmate can see, for example, by wearing contact lenses. (credit. @silentpeaches)

◇ hello hi yes thank you for liking my blog anon!!

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Should you open your eyes? On one hand, it was fun to see which colour you’d be seeing in for the week, whether it be reds or blues or greens or purples. On the other hand, seeing in monochrome served as a constant reminder that you hadn’t found your soulmate yet.

Heaving a great sigh, you let your eyes flutter open. You grinned as you saw your previously sky blue ceiling a lovely mint green colour. Propping yourself up on your elbow, you peered around your room in interest. Your bedside table was a dark shade of juniper, bed sheets a plane of chartreuse.

You sighed, taking in the beautiful spectrum of colours surrounding you. You wished you were able to return the favor to your soulmate - whether they were showing you so many colours on purpose or not. Your parents were firm believers that you should never change your eye colour, no matter if it was with contacts or surgery. They claimed that it wasn’t natural and that it wasn’t meant to happen. You had never told them that you had probably seen more colour in your short life than they had in the 25 years it took to find each other - you didn’t need them holding a grudge against your soulmate before you had even found him.

Rolling out of bed, your feet pattered against the light olive floors until you came to your wardrobe. By now, you had gotten used to distinguishing all of your clothes, even though they were the same colour. You remember when your world was all shades of brown - you spent an hour and a half searching for a pair of socks because they blended in with your chest of drawers.

Picking out your waitresses outfit - which today, was a beautiful fern colour-, you quickly got dressed so you could get to work on time for 10:00. You only worked on Saturdays and Sundays, thankfully, because for the rest of the week you were caught up with high school and homework.

After fixing your hair up, which was a shade of green as well, you rushed downstairs, making sure to grab an apple and a quick drink. You always ended up getting a proper breakfast at the diner, anyway, so there was no need to fill yourself up now.

“Bye!” You yelled behind you as you slammed the front door, shouldering your satchel and starting the walk towards the diner. You sighed. As beautiful and as fascinating as seeing the world in different shades of the same colour was, you wished you could see in actual colour. All different tones of purples and green and blues and whatever other colours you aren’t bothered to say.

You felt even worse for your soulmate - they had changed your vision, by wearing contacts or whatever they were doing that changed the colours you encountered, but you were strictly forbidden from doing so. Your soulmate had lived a monochrome life, and would live like that until you met.

You hoped you met soon. You were pretty sure that if you stayed like this for any longer, you would go insane. Like the people who were so desperate to see colour that they thought the answer was death. Like the people who were forced into mental institutions because they had gone crazy from seeing one colour for their whole life.

So distracted by your wondering thoughts, you were oblivious to the fact that you had reached the diner. Sighing, you pushed open the doors and were met by the familiar breakfast smells of pancakes, eggs, and coffee. The diner was pretty busy for this time of morning and the pleasant sound of light talk.

“Ew, keep it PG, kids,” you chastise jokingly as you see your friend and co-worker, Sana, kiss her boyfriend goodbye. Sana giggles and her boyfriend smiles, but they’re so caught up in each other that they’re back to staring into each others eyes a few minutes later. You smile sadly. You wanted a love like that, desperately.

“Get aproned up and start working!” Vera, the owner of the diner, scolds you lightly from her spot in front of the grill. Rolling your eyes, you head out back to set your bag down and tie the small apron around your waist, preventing your uniform from getting too much stains on it.

“6 orders of pancakes, 6 orders of bacon and eggs, and 1 order of waffles and syrup,” Vera informs you, giving you 7 of the plates to balance expertly on your arms, while handing the rest to Sana, who had finally started working after exchanging goodbyes with her boyfriend for the millionth time.

“Who needs this much food?” Sana mutters quietly to you, as she skirts around tables with a grace that only comes with 2 years minimum of waitressing.

You shrug, following her to table 4, near the window. “Obviously them.” Them, referring to the thirteen boys sitting around the table and making probably 60% of the noise in the diner.

“Here are your orders!” Sana chirps, setting down the plates where they’re wanted. After she finishes off giving out her plates, she scatters off, picking up more plates and serving more tables. 

“Bacon and eggs?” You question, watching the boys lift their hands. You set down the plates and notice one boy without one. “You must be waffles and syrup?”

He nods, and as you’re leaning in to hand him his plate, you notice something - forest green eyes, staring back at you. And then his hand is brushing against yours accidentally - and suddenly, everything is shifting. Your hand jerks back, but luckily he has a strong grip on the plate and it doesn’t go falling. 

You gulp, turning your head to watch as things return to their designated natural colour - the diner’s leather seats are red, the tables are red and silver, the sky is a bright and brilliant blue, his hair is dark, hazelnut brown, and his skin is beautifully tanned.

You let out a disbelieving laugh, before turning back to him - your soulmate, who’s finished inspecting the world of colour and has started to watch you, a bright smile on his face. His friends have let him get up and approach you, trying to secretly watch your exchange, but really, they’re bad at being secretive.

“So…” You breath, rubbing your hand up and down your arm nervously. “You… you’re my soulmate…”

He lets out a nervous laugh of his own, trying to meet your eyes but also trying to avoid them. “I - I guess I am.” It’s silent for a moment, before you have the same thought, and move forward, wrapping your arms around each other.

This would be awkward if it was with anybody but him. You had literally just met, but it was a thank you for him - for letting you see colour, for finally coming into your life.

“I’m Seokmin,” he breathes, pulling away from you to inspect you. His hands are brushing a piece of hair away from your face, and that beautiful, bright smile is on his face again.

“I’m _____.” You’re blushing now, you don’t know what from. His stare, his friends stares - maybe the diner’s stares, because people have caught on to what has happened and are starting to clap.

“Back to work, ______!” Vera calls from the kitchen. You look back at her - her smile is wide and her eyes are sparkling. “You can see lover-boy after your shift!”

haut-wie-bleichmittel  asked:

Things to do when sixteen?

dye your hair your favorite rainbow color, sing along to the radio in your friend’s car with the windows rolled down on a bright moon night, cut jeans into shorts, learn a life skill like sewing a patch or hammering a nail and let it grow into a hobby, keep a journal for words or drawings or pressed flowers or all of the above. leave small totems in places you’ve visited: angel stickers in gas station bathrooms, painted rocks beside a trail, seashells with poems inside on the subway

abandon your expectations. sixteen years old does not look like it does in the movies. sixteen years old may not be what you think it should be, but i promise you, it’s exactly what you need

How I Do My Rainbow Hair

Just a long ass post on how I die my hair and what products I use. However, the old dye job uses different dye than what I used for this round. 

If you want to know how I get my rainbow hair just keep reading lol 

Here is the old: 

Products used:

  • Jerome Russell Punky Colours - Flamingo Pink, Vermillion Red (fades really quick), Spring Green, Apple Green, Turquoise, and Purple.
  • Manic Panic - Rockabilly Blue, Shocking Blue, Electric Lizard, and Electric Lava.
  • Beyond The Zone: Yellow (not the best)

Side note: I didn’t dye my hair for the sake of color here really, it was mostly for roots and the blues from Manic Panic becoming patchy.

The New: 

Products used: 

  • Jerome Russell Punky Colours - Turquoise, Spring Green, and Apple Green.
  • Manic Panic - Electric Banana.
  • Pravana Chromasilk - Red (vivids), Purple (vivids), Blue (vivids), Pink (neon), Green (neon), and Orange (neon).

The Process: 

  1. Start with preferably dirty hair. Having dirty/oily roots will help your hair not be as damaged by the bleach during the next process.
  2. Mix your choice of bleach; box bleach is not a good choice. I use Salon Care Prism Lites Violet lightener and Salon Care 20 Vol. developer. Section your hair in the easiest way, I use vertical motions; like when you do a middle part, you start in the front and move to the back to make a part, continue this in small 1-inch sections. I left mine on for 30 minutes.
  3. Next start the coloring process:
  • First Section - PC blue in the roots and faded PC purple into the bottom.
  • Second Section - 50/50 mix of JR turquoise and apple green in the roots and faded JR turquoise through the bottom.
  • Third Section - PC neon green in the roots and JR spring green through the bottom.
  • Fourth Section - PC neon pink in the roots, PC red next to that, PC neon orange next to the red, MP electric lizard next to that, PC neon green in the ends.

~After all the dye is applied I left it in overnight (8 hours).
~Rinsed it with cold water and let my hair air dry, DONE!

Final Look:

So I hope this was helpful.

boob-rainbows  asked:

Okay but like your hair is so beautiful Holy shit is your shampoo infused with angel tears? Do you curl it on a literal unicorn horn? I can thing of no other explanations for how the fuck you do that

Funny you should ask because I’m a cosmetology student right noq!

brushing is important! it helps distribute your natural oils, which are very good for your hair, through to the ends (though i obviously understand why people with curly hair don’t brush their hair)

Shampooing should use 2-3 pumps or about a palm size, scrubbed thoroughly through your scalp and macerated through your midstrands and ends. You can always wash a second time too! I usually shampoo my hair two times when I shower

Conditioner should be applied to the ends and work up, so you have the least amount of products going onto the roots

Also! Rinsing with cool water is very healthy for your hair and will make it very soft! And it’s important to use shampoo thats right for your hair

When I curl it I first spray and comb though a light hold hairspray so the curls stay intact all day. If you only spay hairspray over top of them after you’ve done them, they won’t hold

briardiez  asked:

Hey. Um. So I know you play DND, or some version of it, and, um. I was wondering if you have any advice for creating a character? I've never played before and want to start getting in to it! It seems like a lot and is kind of overwhelming. It's alright if you don't want to. Cool. Thanks!

(i cant believe im an authority on dnd now! this is kinda cool tbh) 

I’ve talked about tips for finding/starting a group before, but specifically character creation… well, some of my favorite guidelines I’ve seen are from the RPG Open Legend: 

[…] Two exceptional physical traits. Think of the first two features that other characters notice when they see you. Do your eyes glow red when you are angry? Are you seven feet tall? Is your hair a rainbow hue?

Two defining social traits. Maybe you stutter when you’re nervous. Maybe you don’t trust anyone until they’ve proven themselves to you. Or, perhaps, you are a winsome bard who almost always talks in sing-song. Your two social traits should be characteristics that others will learn shortly after getting to know you.

A secret. Your secret is something that other characters probably won’t find out about until they’ve gotten to know you quite well. It’s also a seed for great adventure that the GM can weave into his campaign.

http://www.openlegendrpg.com/core-rules/01-character-creation

It’s difficult to create a character in the context of wanting to play them, so a good place to start is basing them off of a preexisting character from a series that you know well. This should make their mannerisms much easier to play. 

Something that isn’t considered as often is how well your character would interact with other characters. Antisocial jerk characters are fun, but not so much when you’re at odds with your own party. Similarly, characters who are disrespectful can be difficult to work with for a first time roleplayer. It’s best to see what the rest of your group looks like, and try to create something that will work with them! 

Communicate with your GM! If your character has a secret, make sure you share it with them, because otherwise it will not come up. And you want it to come up! 

And most of all, do not shy away from making your characters flawed! A chance of failure is what makes tabletop rpgs fun. 

… And if you were asking about how to make stats, as in a character sheet, that varies wildly from system to system. You’d have to be a little more specific for me to help with that, but even if you weren’t looking for these kinds of tips, I hope it helped!