shave one side

i kept having dreams last night about my hair falling out in clumps and i’d either have bald patches or short light light light blonde hair growing back in instead of black? for some reason?

my brain is trolling me bc im on 2 medications that cause lots of hair loss and its one of my biggest fears


Tumblr wants formatting and quality only to suffer, but, y’know, it’s Pride month, so here’s a scene from the graphic novel that @queerjew and I have been working on for the past… forever. It’s been highkey collaborative, but for the most part Dean did linework, traditional print lettering, and backgrounds, and I did the script, colors, and the tactile overlays (not shown).

It’s called Family is Always There, and it’s the first in a trilogy following a crew of queer disabled kids and teenagers as they navigate tricky situations like relationships, starting HRT without the input of actual medical doctors, and fighting hordes of horse-sized locusts with human faces! Did I mention it’s the end of the world? Because it’s the end of the world.

Anyway, we’re doing a bunch of cool stuff with this I’m really proud of, including roughs of a full-color edition with thermographic embossed braille and tactile graphics, which, as far as we know, nobody has ever tried to do before with a graphic novel. So, you know, no pressure.

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The Eldritch Effect - Kylux Cryptids AU

Major Donal A. Hux woke up in a hospital bed to discover that his career in British Army’s Parachute Regiment was over and he was sharing his room with a very attractive lunatic. His roommate Kylo Ren, estranged son of US Defence Secretary Leia Organa, has struggled with behavioural problems since early childhood- such as telekinesis and the ability to read minds. The strangest thing is that Hux doesn’t find that very strange at all. 

A Cryptid/Ghost Hunter AU in which everything is weird and no one is ever quite what they seem.


“the first reason was because if you had a rehearsal for a school band you could leave a lesson, that was the first reason we started this band.” 

Creepypasta #1030: Copycat

Length: Medium

About a year ago I got a new neighbor. The day she moved in I have to confess to being a bit curious. She turned up with two large shopping bags and disappeared into the house. There was no van turned up full of furniture, no cars full of boxes, nothing, which struck me as very odd. For a start what was she going to sleep on?

For the first couple of days she just said hello when she saw me, which I had no problem with. I like to be on good terms with my neighbors.

Now I need to point out, I spent a lot of time sitting in my yard. I smoke, but not in the house and I had a very old dog that needed to go out to pee about a million times a day. In the summer I loved to garden and I’ve always been out there more than I’m in. My door is right next to the low fence that separates the two properties.

The next time I saw her she came scuttling over to the fence and introduced herself as Margaret, and I told her my name was Debra. She was a small blob of a woman who looked in serious need of a very long shower. Her clothes were baggy and nondescript, but she seemed friendly enough. She told me she hadn’t been happy in her last home as she didn’t know anyone and hadn’t managed to make any friends.

I told her a few little things about myself, just things like my name and how long I’d lived there, but I didn’t find her very easy to talk to. As the conversation dried up she just stood and stared at me. Before things got awkward I made my excuses and went back into the house.

After that things changed. Gradually over the course of a week or so I saw her more and more. Her kitchen, which was built on to the back of the house, overlooked my garden, and every time I went out I could see her standing staring out the window at me. I’d be out no longer than five minutes and she’d be there. 

Our conversations consisted of her either questioning me about everything I did, “Where was I going?”, “what was I doing?” and even “what was I cooking?” or those long weird silences where she just stood and stared at me while my brain fumbled about trying to make conversation and not be rude. These conversations always ended up with me making some excuse and coming back inside.

I tried looking busy and gardening. I’d stop for a little while and have a short chat and then say something like “Well, I’d really better get on” but she never took the hint. As I weeded and watered she’d still be there, hanging over the fence staring at me.

Sometimes one of the other neighbors would start chatting as they walked past. I’ve lived here a long time and I know most of my neighbors really well. No sooner than we started talking I’d hear this voice from behind me.

‘Hello Debra, nice day isn’t it?’

Part of me thought that the poor woman didn’t know anyone so obviously she wanted to meet the neighbors, but part of me wanted her to butt out.

I even tried lurking just inside my door to have my smoke, but that didn’t work either. I heard this voice drift across the yard, “Warm again isn’t it, Debra?”

Now I know I’m probably coming across as unfriendly, but I’m honestly not. It’s just my yard is my little bit of peace and quiet and I felt like I had nothing in common with this woman. I didn’t need a new best friend which is what I felt like she was aiming at.

Next thing I knew she’d gotten herself a little dog exactly the same breed as mine.

I put some clothes out in bags for the thrift store van, but before it came to collect she came knocking on my door asking if she could have them. I mean, what could I say without seeming mean and petty? I told her she was welcome to them. So now she was walking about dressing like me too.

I noticed a change in her mannerisms. It was like all that time she spent watching me she’d been taking mental notes. The habit I have of biting my lip when I’m slightly annoyed. The way I push my hair back out of my eyes. She seemed to me almost mirroring my behavior. I told myself I needed to get a grip and I was just being paranoid.

She got her hair cut and dyed the same color as mine. I tried to see it as a compliment.

I felt in some odd way that she was watching me and learning how to be a person.

She’d seemed so naive when I first met her, almost childlike, but she was changing.

The time that really got under my skin was when I left the house to go shopping, and there she was in the street talking to an old man that lives a few houses along. His vision isn’t the greatest and he literally stopped dead and his mouth fell open when he saw me. He’d thought he was talking to me.

A couple of weeks after that she got a tattoo. Not just any tattoo though, my tattoo. I have a large tribal one that runs down the left side of my back. Hers was exactly the same. She was so excited when she showed me it too. Like it was completely normal. I had no idea how she did it. I could only think at some point she’d taken a photo of my back when I was lying in the sun.

While she was showing me, I noticed another tattoo on her other shoulder. It was of a crows head in a raggedy looking circle. Hard to describe but really nice. It was also oddly familiar. I went back in and stomped round my house, swearing under my breath about her. It was a couple of hours later that it clicked in my mind. I’d seen that tattoo before. There was a bar I went to occasionally a few miles away, and there was a girl there regularly, with exactly the same tattoo.

That night I decided it was time for some Facebook stalking. I started off checking out the Facebook for the venue, flicking through it’s albums, and suddenly there she was. The girl with the crow tattoo. I kept flicking through seeing if she was tagged in any of them. Suddenly I froze.

In this particular photo the girl with the crow tattoo was standing smiling. She had pale pink hair shaved up one side. Standing next to her, with identical hair, in almost exactly the same clothes was Margaret.

I took a screen shot of it and messaged everyone I knew with a copy. Margaret was freaking me out and I really wanted to talk to someone who knew her before.

Then a couple of weeks later I got a call. To begin with it barely registered who I was talking to. I was having a really crappy day. My little dog had escaped the garden. I’d popped into the house to make a cup of coffee and when I went back out she was just gone. I’d spent the day scouring the streets in a blind panic, so when my mobile rang my heart was in my mouth. My phone number was on her collar and I was hoping so much it was someone saying they’d found her.

“Hi, is that Debra?” the voice asked.

“Yes, who’s this?”

“My name’s Margaret. I’m the girl with the tattoo, and I understand you’ve been trying to get a hold of me?”

I was instantly confused. Were they both called Margaret? I explained about my neighbor and how I thought maybe they knew each other.

“If she’s who I think she is, she used to be my neighbor and her name’s not Margaret. She stole that from me. I haven’t got time to explain but I need her address. The police are looking for her.” Her voice shook with an emotion I didn’t understand.

So I did. I gave her Margaret’s address.

Within ten minutes the street was full of police cars, but they never found her.

They found my dog, in a bag in the freezer.

They found a wall covered in photos of me, taken through my windows during the night. There was even one of me getting changed, tattoo on full display.

I guess in a way I was the lucky one though, because when the real Margaret had called the police about her, not only had they found a wall covered in photos of her, they’d found her two missing children in the freezer.

She still hasn’t been found, and I’m guessing she didn’t manage to get away with more than a couple of carrier bags of stuff. So if you should happen to get a new neighbor, a small nondescript blob of a woman who seems overly keen to be friends I’d suggest you avoid her. Oh, and as a heads up, she’ll probably tell you her name is Debra.

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The Punk Downstairs

AN: Shawn is woken up by the downstairs neighbour’s music but when he goes to ask them to turn it off he isn’t expecting who answers. 

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Shawn groans and rolls over, pulling a pillow down tight over his head to block out the blaring music from the apartment below his. He’d been wide awake all night, tossing and turning, trying anything to get a minute of sleep but to no avail. It was only as the sky had begun to lighten and the birds performed their morning chorus that his eyes had drooped and turned heavy. And of course, that was when his mysterious downstairs neighbour had decided to turn their music up full blast.

“Who listens to this at seven in the morning?” he grumbles to himself as he throws a shirt on over his track-pants and walks out of his apartment to the lifts. The heavy guitar and shrieked lyrics were hardly the kind of gentle wake up tunes he himself would opt for, but each to their own.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any WIP that will come out soon? Or any new ones?

I have a few that will be out relatively soon. I need to go in game and get some pixxx of them still but here is a quick list with % finished:

  • Alien Earrings - 100% (Simblrween pack)
  • Dragon Head Earrings - 100% (Simblrween Pack)
  • Vampire Squid Earrings - 40% (Simblrween Pack)
  • Half Bun Hair w/ombre acc. compatible - 90% (Simblrween pack)
  • Havana Hair BUT with one side shaved - 60% (Simblrween pack)
  • Bow Earrings - 100% (Unnamed collab)
  • Flower Earrings - 100% (Unnamed collab)
  • Milly Dress - Still has that thumbnail glitch :)
  • Clumsy Braid Revemps - 80%
  • Converted halloween costumes - all have some form of clipping issues with the armpits so idk the % (Simblrweek pack)
  • Also not really cc but I am working on a cc finds blog that I will work on this weekend.

This seems like a lot less but I HAVE IDEAS that i count as wips they just haven’t happened yet

anonymous asked:

hey Max! what kinds of piercings do you have???? is it just your nose and ear(s)???

“I have an eyebrow piercing. My other ear has the same piercings, but I don’t usually wear shit in ‘em. I got them done before I shaved one side of my head and grew out the other side. Can’t even see the other ear, so why bother? My hair gets tangled in those things easily.”

Life and Death

It must have been six hours already. You had been staring at a black wall, huddled up in the middle of a room, pulling at the sleeves of your sweater every so often to try and keep warm. It didn’t help, really. You had been freezing ever since you got here.  

Wherever here was.  

i don’t. really know what this is but… enjoy i guess?

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anonymous asked:

What product do you use in your hair? I've been trying to get mine as fluffy and curly as yours for a FUCKING YEAR!

“I don’t actually use anything for my hair. It’s natural- and it’s HELL.”

Fluffy, curly hair tangles way too fucking easily. I’d get dreadlocks under my hair. Just from going about my day. Sometimes they’d get so bad, I’d have to just cut them off.“

“So eventually, I just shaved one side of my head and cut off a few inches of the other side. I still get tangles, but they’re not as fucking horrible as they were before.”

Private Lives Chapter Twelve

Title: Private Lives Chapter Twelve

Author:  Kat

Reader Gender:  Female (Y/N Hastings)

Word Count: ~2300

Series Summary: Jensen Ackles is an incredible actor. You’re taking a break from being a doctor to figure out what to do with your life. When your worlds crash together, what secrets will be revealed?

Warnings:   This fic will have feels, okay? It’s going to be a drama.

Chapter Warnings: Talk of spousal abuse

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A/N:  This chapter took a long time to get out and I am sorry for that, but I hope you like this surprise chapter! I’ve been extremely busy between work, wedding planning, and doctors visits trying to figure out what is wrong, but I have been thinking of you ALL! Much love and please enjoy!

ADDITIONAL NOTE: Thank you to all who submitted names to me. The two names chosen were Oliver and Laurel! 

Character: Jensen Ackles


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“Thanks, Mom!” I yelled, darting forward and wrapping my arms around Y/N. Suddenly I realized what I had said and my heart started pounding in my chest.

I pulled away and looked between Dad and Y/N nervously. At that moment, Gen, Jared, Tom and Shep came in.

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slip up // (bobby m. imagine)

Anonymous said: Can you please do a bobby imagine where you’re dating and he trusts you to shave the sides of his head, but you accidentally mess up and you feel really bad, and get kind of upset, but Bobby is the sweetest and tells you that it will grow back and not to worry about it.

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Uta x Human!Reader ||1||

|| CHAPTER 1||

((A/N: SO…. Yeah, reader doesn’t talk much, but I don’t feel like this is an introduction? This whole thing happens right after the end of the manga, google makes me sad but still inspired because before I didn’t how the plot would work out and now I have a decent plot idea. I don’t USUALLY write on this blog but whatever. Enjoy Tokyo Ghoul fans!))

“I want to be like Cinderella, but without the shoe. The shoe makes it complicated, it’s easier if he just knows my face, you know?”

“Then what’s the point in getting a mask?”

“Because that’s my ‘shoe’.”

“I thought you didn’t want a shoe.”

“I know, that’s why I’m getting a mask.”

“But with a mask-”

“-and when it falls OOooOff~ he’ll see my face and then BOOM. Babies.”

______ rolled her eyes at her friends’ antics. Connie was an energetic, tall, unnatural blue-blonde with a passion for dancing. Recently, her friend had discovered raves and, without really understanding them, had taken up an obsession with getting a mask like she had seen on Google images.

______ smiled gently, almost shaking her head at how Connie would always take an extreme turn in something and then forget all about the next week.

“Hey, don’t space on me. Keep looking for the mystical medieval door with the barrels,” Connie ordered, frantically whipping her head from side to side into alleyways.

________ sighed.

“This place probably doesn’t even exist, Conn. Just order one offline,” she groaned, shielding her eyes from the hot sun of the day. She was getting tired of running around looking for this mythical mask shop.

“Let’s go get coffee or something,” ______ suggested.

Connie grimaced at the other girls impatience. “_____, I need a mask. Besides, you just aren’t looking for the right-” Connie suddenly stopped at the entrance of an alleyway, a smug grin growing on her face. She crossed her arms and directed her grin towards her friend, who stopped and noticed the small standing chalkboard pointing into the alleyway. “MASKS” it said in big letters under the arrow.

“Signs~” Connie finished, practically skipping down the alleyway.

“Connie! Wait!” ________ called trotting along after her.

The alleyway curved slightly to the right and split off in both directions. The right lead back to the street, and down to the left were two artfully colored barrels on the left side of the alleyway.

“Foooound iiiiit~” Connie sang, running down to the door, _______ close behind.

“Art Mask Studios,” _______ read the wall beside the door aloud.

“I feel like this should have been obvious,” Connie laughed, before pushing on the heavy wooden door.

________ followed Connie into the studio, a blast of air conditioning pushing back. Inside was a relatively large room with checkered floors and square paneled walls. A few masks adorned the walls and inside the cases all around. Some were tribal, or festive, others were creepy, or even just animal themed.

“I don’t see anyone,” Connie whispered to _______, as they awkwardly stood in the quiet space.

“Maybe they’re in the bathroom or something,” ______ suggested, stepping over to a case look at the masks inside.

'They all look sad,’ she thought, looking at the greek theater-esque masks. The one in the middle was blue and plain faced, with slitted eyes and many lighter blue water droplets coming from the eye corners and nose. A moon symbol garnished the forehead.

“Ha. This one’s kind of ironic,” ______ laughed quietly.

“Can I help you?” sounded a voice from the far side of the room.

______ looked up from the case and almost jumped out of her skin.

A pale man with dark hair, shaved on one side, and piercings leaned against the doorway. His hands, which were covered in black tribal tattoos, were shoved in the pockets of his baggy black cargo shorts, a short sleeved, black v-neck covering the rest of him. He also wore dark sunglasses.

_______ froze but Connie only paused a moment.

“Hi! I’ve heard a lot about your shop and came down for something custom. Are you open for commissions?” she asked quickly, sounding a little higher pitched than usual.

The man reached up to scratch his neck and pushed off the door to walk further into the room.

“Yeah, sure. I’m free for commissions,” he said. ________ had a chill run up her spine at his voice.

He jabbed a thumb towards the room he had come from. “I was just working in the back. I’ll take your measurements back there, if you’re okay with that.”

“Yeah, sure!” Connie replied quickly, while ______ felt uneasy with being in any small space with such a strange stranger. The man led them to the back where Connie sat in a high stool and ______ leaned against the wall.

“Name’s Uta, by the way,” he mumbled, fumbling about the messy desk on the opposite wall. He pulled out a measuring tape covered in paint specks from a drawer and returned to Connie.

“I’m Connie, and this is my friend, _______,” Connie replied.

Uta extended his chin to _______ with a mumble.

“Have you got anything specific in mind?” he asked Connie, guiding the tape around various circumferences of her head.

“Totally! Okay, so like, I just discovered raves, and all the ravers I’ve seen have these cool masks on, so I thought why not get one? And I really wanted it personal so I thought, why not do like a Cinderella inspired thing, you know? I don’t know, I thought it’d be cute,” Connie explained, suddenly bashful.

“Cinderella. Hmm,” he repeated, taking time to scribble down sizing notes on a pad. He scribbled Connie’s name above.

“Do you go with her, ________?” he asked, not looking up.

“Huh? Oh! No, no i don’t. I, um… I’m not into dancing,” she sputtered, caught off guard.

“Aw, well that’s no fun,” he said, going back over to Connie.

“Yeah I know,” Connie pouted. ______ glared.

“Extend your chin for me?” he asked Connie, who obliged promptly.

“That’s alright,” he continued. “I’m not into the party scene too much either. People like me don’t do well with the public.”

'At least he’s conscious of his image,’ ______ mentally grumbled.

He scribbled down the last sizes and clicked his pen, turning to lean back against the desk. “Well, that should do it, really,” he announced.

“Great! I don’t have a budget so go nuts… Reasonably nuts.” Connie instructed, hopping off the stool.

“Reasonably nuts,” he repeated. “Alright. Expect a call from me in a week or so.” He plucked a white card with the studio logo and phone number off his desk and handed it to Connie.

“'kay. Thanks so much!” Connie grinned, then fled out the room, _______ following.

_______ stopped however as they passed the case from before.

“_______?” Connie asked, stopping in the doorway.

“Yeah, give me a second,” she mumbled, looking down at the blue mask.

Connie shrugged and closed the door behind her with a loud thud, leaving _________ alone.

'It is beautiful,’ ______ thought, lightly placing her fingertips on top of the glass.

The light seemed to only shine on the tears, and the curves were so elegant and human. _______ wasn’t sure how it would be to wear it, or even if she would consider wearing it. Wear it where?!

“How is it ironic?” breathed a voice on her neck.

________ jumped at his voice and spun around to stand face to face with the strange Uta.

'B-back up, buddy!!’ she thought.

He was so close to her face, they were almost touching, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“U-um,” was all she could manage.

One of his eyebrows quirked upwards slightly, and she grew more confident in her small amount of humility.

“Well. Usually people wear a metaphorical mask to hide their sadness. And this one’s doing just the opposite… It’s a mask to show their sadness proudly,” she explained quietly, not meeting his eyes.

He stayed silent, staring at her intently. _______ felt awkward and her face grew red hot. She felt him lean forward and she leaned back away from him until she was back against the case and had no room to go. Now, they touched and ______ grew red at the contact, putting up hands to defend herself.

“Um,” she finally got out, turning her head away from him as he leaned into her neck.

Slowly, he took a deep breath through his nose, inhaling the scent of her. He moaned low when his stomach growled aggressively, his tongue suddenly darting out to taste the skin of her neck. ______ squeaked and shoved him off of her, rushing out the door without a word. Uta watched her go, hearing her squawk to her friend quickly about 'nothing lets just leave’.

His stomach growled loudly again, almost painfully and he placed a tattooed hand on his abdomen. “Not tonight…” he said to himself. “We can eat tomorrow…”