so much for no shave november


This is a (VERY LATE) holiday fic for my non-fandom writing group SS, flutterby_cupcake_26 on AO3.

It’s SoMa. It’s sweet, sad, and sappy. I hope you find some enjoyment even if it’s not your fandom or pairing, and I’m so so so sorry for being the worst latest SS EVAH!

Thanks go to @sahdah for the eyes, the film suggestion, and also for doing a silly awesome thing when we talked about no shave November.

Sahdah’s no shave November post can be found here.

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Fuck no shave November, that’s all he has to say. Fuck no shave November, fuck Black Star for goading him into that ridiculousness, and most of all, fuck Maka for being so damned earnest, and so damned cute when she’s so damned earnest that he never has the heart to say no when it actually matters to her. Not that he really denies her anything much ever.

No, really, fuck Maka. He wishes. Which is probably the reason he’s in this mess. Well, more like sappy, gross, sentimental feelings. Refer back to that whole generally-forgets-the-word-no-when-she’s-around thing.

The girl is definitely trouble.

With an exaggerated sigh, Soul scowls at his own face in the mirror. Yeah, alright, he’s got a nice, full, white beard since he’d been too lazy to shave it off right away. And his usual mop of white hair under the silly red velvet cap. And a soft red suit now stuffed at the belly. So maybe he can pass for pop culture Santa, except the whole red eyes and mouth full of oddly sharp teeth that make him look more like Satan than Santa–hey, only a few letters off, really.

He grimaces at his own reflection, and actually, that’s better than the scowl that would surely send kids screaming for the hills. Makes him look just that bit less like the devil posing as jolly old Saint Nick.

“So are you coming out?” A voice calls from the other side of the dressing room door. Is he? No. Definitely no. Being seen in public this way, even in a lame costume shop smack in the middle of a run down strip mall, is surely some form of social suicide, good bye cool, goodbye dignity, goodbye self-respect.

“Yeah, whatever,” he says instead with another exaggerated sigh, his inability to say no to the girl on the other side of the door biting him in the ass for the umpteenth time this month alone.

Taking that last step to the door, Soul twists the knob and haltingly swings it open.

Ah, there she stands, his reason for the season, his cruel, cruel mistress, leaned so casually against the wall that he might be looking for new jeans rather than sealing his social suicide. Not that he’s ever been much for people. Goodbye, cruel world!

“Oh my god, Soul, you look–you look–”

Her grin is stretched so wide across her face that he’s sure it has to hurt, green eyes sparkling, and his heart does loop de loops in his chest cavity. Yes, Maka is trouble and he is in trouble, as usual.

“–Ridiculous?” Soul says before she can, the scowl firmly back in place in spite of the way her smile does funny things to his insides.

“I was going to say ‘adorable,’ but just at the moment, with that sour puss, you look like you want to maim me.”

Well, he sort of does. Not maim, but mark, maybe. Touch definitely. Then again, he always wants that with her, the unobtainable, so that’s easy enough to tamp down on. No, even more than that, just at the moment Soul wants to wither and die, or maybe disappear, anything to diminish the humiliation he feels as two teen girls trying on some sort of skimpy elf get ups come out from another dressing room and start giggling his way.

“Whatever.” He shrugs as Maka glares at the girls, and unlike his scowl, that sends them scampering back into their dressing room. Go figure.

“I told you this wouldn’t work–can we go now?”

“It’ll work if you can refrain from glaring at the world for a whole hour of your life.” She saunters up and puts a hand on his chest, stroking the material of the fuzzy red coat. Maka herself has donned an elf costume–short festive dress, pigtails, ears. She looks adorable. His scowl softens considerably at her proximity.

“Doubtful.” Soul offers her a flat stare.

“Do it for the kids?”

This earns her an eyeroll even if he knows she knows that yes, he is a marshmallow on the inside, and yes, he would indeed humiliate himself to make sick kids smile even if no one else on the planet but her might realize that. Well, maybe Wes, but he’s not here to back her claim.

“Then do it for the reward?”

“Reward?” He’s already going to do it and they both damn well know it, but hell, may as well get something for the trouble and complete loss of cool.

“Mmm hmmm,” she hums and smiles sweetly. “I’ll bake your favorite cookies.”

Maka’s a good baker and pretty much never bakes. His stomach rumbles at the thought. “It’s a start,” he mutters.

“And…” Her hand continues to stroke at the material of the red coat.


“I’ll let you pick the movie tonight. Any movie, and I won’t say a word. Or retaliate.”

Well, that’s also something. It’s not his turn, and even when it is, if Soul picks something he knows Maka won’t like, she will pick the worst historical romance bullshit she can find the week after. There’s only so much coy flirting he can take, really, and the trite classical scores always give him childhood flashbacks he could do without.

“Getting warmer,” the concession is grumbled.

And, I’ll rub your back while we watch the movie.”

Ding ding ding we have a winner! Movie, cookies, and backrub with Maka. She’s hit the trifecta, and fuck it all if that sly smile doesn’t say she knows it.

Well, then.

“Fine, you win,” he grumble-sighs, and it’s only half for show because while he dreads the next hour, he has an evening of bliss ahead of him.

In the end, Soul supposes, an hour of Santa suit purgatory is a small price to pay.

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You’re My Thor

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Prompt: “It kind of itches”

Warnings: smut, hair pulling, the good stuff

Words: 3572

Note: Here is my submission for the No Shave November challenge for @balthazars-muse sorry it’s so long!!

thank you jensen for the title x.

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The Magician’s Roommate

Happy National Fanfic Author Appreciation Day! (Or something like that)

(I’ve decided to appreciate myself. Typical. I wrote a thing about Pynch through the eyes of Adam’s college roommate. I wrote it really quickly, but I honestly really love how it turned out. Let me know what you think.)

Keith Holloway had always had a certain idea of what his college experience would be like. Study groups, coffee shops, and maybe the occasional party.

So far, all of that had been proven correct.

The one thing he didn’t anticipate, however, was Adam Parrish.

It was impossible for any one man to anticipate Adam Parrish really, because honestly what even was he? Did anyone know? Did Adam?

Keith surmised he was from the south based on accent alone. It was not an obvious thing, but Adam’s words all carried that subtle ring of practiced forgery, and Keith, being both evervigilant and a law student, could hear the occasional vowel overstaying its welcome.

Adam Parrish had arrived at Princeton in possession of a full-ride scholarship, a big brain, and an even bigger work ethic. His hands were weathered, his skin was freckled. His wardrobe repeated weekly and there were permanent bags seated under his eyes.

He was also deaf in one ear.

A blow to the head, he’d said.

It was gruff, detached, as if the sting of those words had scabbed over long ago.

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cakemakethme  asked:

#36: No shave November baby! I can hear tater be so excited about this to Jack...poor poor tater.

Listen, Nikolai (named after Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov) is the dog that Tater and Snowy have and is basically canon as far as I’m concerned, even if I only imagined him a day ago. Just a big doofus dog (part Great Pyrenees?) that loves everyone and thinks he is a lapdog. (Maybe he takes after Tater a little? Lol) ANYWAY, Poor Tater cannot grow facial hair to save his life. His moustache is just like, 12 scraggly hairs. The whole team drags him for it, but it’s all in good fun. Snowy swears in basically every sentence. I love bros and friendships so much. (Also some Zimbits and fluff at the end because of course.) Enjoy!

36. No shave November, baby!

“Oh, come on! Is not fair, man!” Tater groaned when he finally started to catch glimpses of his teammates with their helmets off. He had been gone for a rare four days during the season for a family event in Russia, and returned to find his team well into growing their Movember moustaches.

“Not bad, eh Tater?” Jack grinned and rubbed his fingers across his growing moustache. “Looks like you’ve got some catching up to do.”

“Zimmboni grows moustache so fast. Share your secrets.”

“I dunno, man. I used to have a lot of trouble with growing my facial hair when I was younger, but this year? It’s been quick. My best friend is loving it. He’s been bugging me about trying to grow one for over four years.”

“Your best friend – the little blond man, yes? Beetle?”

“Oh, uh, no. This is my other best friend – the guys all call him Shitty. He’s had a moustache since he was eighteen. And it’s Bittle, not Beetle.”

“Ah, Bittle. I thought maybe his nickname was after bug because he is so small.”

Jack chuckled and briefly considered explaining that his real nickname was ‘Bitty’ which could mean small, but decided against it. He did not mind sharing the nickname with their old Samwell team, but Jack liked being the only person in Providence who knew Bitty. “He might not appreciate that much.”

Tater ran a towel through his damp hair and sat down in his locker room stall. “So, Zimmboni–” he began. “Always with so many friends. So many best friends.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Jack grinned. It felt strange to realize that he was a person with such a large group of friends. Genuine friends. Ten years ago he barely had any friends – he had not even met Kent yet back then.

“It’s okay, as long as I’m your best friend on team. Right?”


“Good. Zimmboni is my best friend on team too. Outside of team? Probably Snowy.”

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*Halfway through opening the door* W-why would it be-

Suzuhiko: Hellooo, missy~

H-hello…u-uh…c-can I help you?

Suzuhiko:  No, but I think I can help you. You see, there’s been sightings of a suspicious individual in the area. We believe he could be a killer.

A k-killer?!

Suzuhiko: ‘fraid so.

W-what does he l-look like?

Suzuhiko: Well, he’s a tall guy. Muscular. Shaved head. Loves his little sister very, very much. He also decided to make a habit of using a machete for his kills.

*He pulls a machete out from his sleeve* Like this one.


Suzuhiko: And he also can’t get enough of cute, naive girls who fall for the simplest tricks! Dahahahaha!

*He swings the machete through the doorway. Mikan just barely ducks in time, then springs back up*


*She slams the door right in his face, locks the several chain locks on the door, and runs* 

Big Sis? What the heck just happened?!

Danger! Bad! Trouble! 

What?! Is it the guy at the door?

Run, hide somewhere, please. Ineedtofindaphoneandcallsomeone! 

R-right, b-but what about you?

Just go please! We need to hurry befo-

*A piece of the door flies into the living room as Suzuhiko begins beating on it with his machete*

Suzuhiko: KNOCK KNOCK!



Where Has My Mind Gone November 2016

I wish I could just go on a long walk for the rest of my life
I wish shaving didn’t irritate my face so much
I wish I wasn’t so sensitive
But I am
And loud unmetered drums play on
And I hear someone yelling outside my open window
And the T.V. stammers on like a stupid child

Everyone hears what they want to hear
No one says what they want to say
I don’t think my parents like me
I don’t think most people like me
But I stupidly stammer on
And the streets are always empty at 3 A.M.
And I use it to my advantage
The country’s at war with itself
The earth is at war with itself
I’m at war with myself
Most everything I know at war with itself

I’ve been using a computer lately to write poetry and feel bad for my journal
I’ve been ignoring my body lately and feel bad for my feet

A sad one man band slowly marches down the street at 4 A.M.
I dedicate a thousand songs to things imaginary
The boogie man’s too busy crying into his mirror to haunt you
‘There’s a lot we have to do now’
Go fuck yourself

anonymous asked:

While I agree we should not be labeling all men as evil, men also need to acknowledge their privilege in society, and whether you like or not you do benefit in society (at least in western society) if you are male. That's what most feminists are saying! And by coming in, wagging your finger, and saying "Hey whoa not all men!" you're slowing down what so many have been fighting for centuries

The thing is, females also benefit in western society simply for being female especially in the US (since I can’t talk about other countries since I don’t live there) like women have more rights to bodily autonomy then men. As much as I agree with birth control and abortion rights and I’m glad we’re taking steps to fix it, women don’t have to deal with things like the selective service or circumcision. Beyond that, there’s more awareness in issues of bodily autonomy for women as opposed to for men

Women are accepted for wearing men’s clothes, yet it’s still seen shameful for men to wear dresses. It’s more acceptable for a woman to read comics than for a man to watch My Little Pony. All genders should be able to enjoy whatever the fuck they want.

It’s alright for women to intrude into men’s awareness programs (Movember/No shave November which is for prostate cancer) yet men are ignored when they do the same for women awareness (breast cancer)

Body positivity is focused on women while men have just as much issues with it.

Rape, until recently, was deemed a gendered crime and was worded to exclude woman-on-male rape.

Primary Aggressor and the Duluth model exclude male victims of domestic violence and actually helps women who are abusers get away with it.

Both genders have privileges, both suffer in other ways. To claim that women have it so much worse just because they’re women or that men have it so much better since they’re men is wrong and glossing over other factors in order to generalize

Also, really, this blog, we are slowing down gender equality? Not the feminism that put all the above issues that men face behind issues like manspreading? Huh.

I’m confused, coming in where? This blog? That we run? For us? Feminism? Which claims to be for all women? I’m a woman, am I not allowed to comment on something that claims to be for me?

That’s the issue I have with feminism. It ‘gives’ women a voice until they disagree then they invalidate it. I’m allowed to have issues with a movement that is becoming toxic. As much as I agree with the ideology, it’s moved beyond that into sexism and hatred. I don’t want to be a part of that and I don’t want that speaking over me as to my experiences.


posted this on instagram and thoughts some of my followers on here might like to know a bit more about me too so here goes

1) I went out dressed like this today and got a few interesting looks :)))
2) I have a pony called mickey
3) I’m hopefully getting a 1970s vw campervan as my first car!!!!! ✌️hippy wagon🌅⛺️🚐
4) getting that car was meant to be a surprise but my dad was scared he would get the wrong one (+I am only getting it if it is cheaper than a mini cooper)
5) I really dislike peanut butter
6) doing my nails is my favourite thing and when they chip I get very stressed 💅
7) I have three middle names all of which I don’t actually know how to say/spell
8) I am 17 in less than two months (⁉️) ~ october birthday ~
9) I spend so much of my life on antibiotics because my immune system is poop 👎
10) I prefer to be pale but I tan quite easily 👽
11) my friend gave me a packet of vanilla cigarettes and I want to try one but I promised myself I wouldn’t smoke again until november 🔫
12) I shave my arms
13) pandora rings are the cause of my happiness 💍
14) I have 8 piercings in my ears and I want more but I don’t know which to get
15) my toes are currently painted to look like strawberries 🍓
16) I grind my teeth in my sleep and apparently it sounds like an impossible noise to make because it is so violent
17) I don’t like travelling and I can see myself living in the same city I grew up in when I’m older
18) I get really sad because my doggy is almost halfway through her life 😭
19) I am studying geography, psychology, rs and economics next year because I hate all science, english and maths 📕➗🌍
20) 90% of my life is spent being cold

bewarethedoppleganger  asked:

It's kind of nice to see another woman who isn't a radical feminist. Would you mind sharing some reasons why you aren't radical?

Well, there are a lot of reasons, to be perfectly honest:

I’m an egalitarian, and radical feminism is far from that.

I’m stereotyping, but radical feminists attack men at times. I have a little brother, and no bitch is going to attack him just because he’s a man. He’s a wonderful young gentleman, and he doesn’t deserve that shit. Men who are sexist are what they are, and if they voice their opinions, they should expect countering opinions, but other than that, no, do not attack “the patriarchy.”

Women are crazy as shit, we don’t need a Matriachy, ARE YOU KIDDING?

When radical feminists get loud over someone telling them to cover their bra or to put a bra on, I get really irritated. It’s the fucking rules; in schools, at work, whatever. It’s not sexist. A man wouldn’t get by at am office job with his underwear showing. At a job, they pay YOU to work FOR THEM. If they say you can’t show your bra, guess what, follow the rules or get fired.

When radical feminists yell at (fellow female) anti radical feminists and tell them to shut up about our beliefs, I just laugh and slap the hypocrite sign on their back.

Radical feminists telling men they don’t need men to be gentlemen and “screw chivalry.” No, no really, don’t screw chivalry, I can’t emphasize that enough. I don’t need a man to be a gentleman, but it’s damn nice when he opens the door for me or carries me over a puddle. Feminists ask men to be kinder to women and to allow us to do things for ourselves. We need like minded men, caring men, to do that. Erase chivalry and your erase any consideration and respect for women for being women alone.

The issue with “no shave November” and anything related to that. I totally get the idea and support it. But honestly, in my frank opinion from personal experience, it’s so much easier to keep myself nice and groomed. I do feel better, but don’t tell me how I should feel about something. “You should feel ok to not shave” yeah, it’s called winter, but don’t tell me what I should feel. I like shaving, it makes me feel better and prettier. “You shouldn’t have to look good for men.” You’re right, but maybe I dress up and put makeup on and shave not only for men (I do like being complemented) but also for myself.

Basically, don’t get rid of a dominating society only to replace it with another. Don’t be a hypocrite. Follow the rules, especially if you’re being paid to do a job. Take care of yourself, but be willing to accept help that’s offered. Do what you want and whatever makes you feel beautiful.

anonymous asked:

77. No shave November, baby! (for the prompt thing) Please :)

He usually shaves while she takes a shower. It’s when they talk about the day ahead, plans for the weekend, things that need fixing, errands to run. Under prickling heat of the water, she can hear him chattering about whatever’s caught his attention that day. His inflection changes as he juts out his chin or works the razor over his upper lip.

“Giants are playing tonight…there’s a new Indian buffet, we should check it out…let’s try planting an apple tree…”

His exhausting mind hopscotches from one topic to another until he finishes grooming and lets her rinse her hair in peace. She’s managed to get four days past Halloween before she realizes that she’s been showering in complete silence. No stubble in the sink, no shaving cream smears on the mirror. She wraps her sopping hair in a towel and bundles into her thick terry cloth robe.

The hardwood floors retain no warmth and she’s been stubborn about turning on the heat, the temperature hasn’t dipped below freezing yet. She’s rethinking that policy right now as she fights the chill racing up her spine. She finds him in the kitchen, whistling as he pushes a spatula around a frying pan full of scrambled eggs.

Mulderus Domesticus, a breed known for its docile manner, proficient kitchen skills and rampant libido.

“What cha makin’?” she asks as she wraps her arms around his muscled torso. He is warm, warm enough to keep her next to him and away from the thermostat. She presses her chin against the knobby ridges of his spine, which elicits a satisfied noise from him. His back is a one way ticket to the bedroom, or the couch, or the kitchen table, whatever.

“Ham and cheese scramble m’lady,” he says as turns off the burner and moves the pan.

He turns around and rests his hands on her hips.

“What’s going on here?” she asks as she brushes her fingers along the salt and pepper stubble on his jaw.

“No shave November, baby!” he says with entirely too much enthusiasm for this early in the day.

“Really?” she tries to smile, but she’s certain her tone betrays everything. She hates when he has a beard. Aesthetically, it’s great, deeply alluring, but the coarse hair always leaves her skin red and inflamed. Nice in concept, not so much in practice.

“What? You don’t like it?” he asks with a fake pout. “Cat likes it,” he adds as he waggles his eyebrows.

The obese orange tabby on the counter blinks noncommittally and yawns.

“Cat may think she’s the lady of the house, but I’m pulling rank on this one. Besides, last time, no shave November turned into no shave 2008.”

“Aw, you’re no fun,” he grouses.

She leans up on her tiptoes and catches a little nibble of his lower lip between her teeth. The sandpaper scruff scrapes her chin.

“I think we both know that’s not true,” she says as she smiles against his mouth.

His grip on her waist tightens. “I think I’m gonna need some more evidence.”

She kisses him and bites his lip again, causing him to jerk against her.

“Go shave and I’ll give you all the evidence you need.”

He bolts out of the room like his ass is on fire. She smiles to herself and gives Cat a little scratch behind the ear.

“You have to stop encouraging him,” she scolds softly. Cat purrs.

No Shave November and Men’s Issues

So I think No Shave November is a great way to bring attention to prostate cancer and testicular cancer, but I think the month cold be so much more. I personally see the month as a way to start conversations about a whole range of mens’ issues, and for others, men AND women, to show the men in their lives that they care about their issues and are willing to at least lend a sympathetic, understanding ear if need be. These issues could include mental health, domestic violence, family law, and all sorts of problems facing men. I don’t want to distract from the cancer-awareness month, because that’s important too, but I just want to make November a month where conversations are started, where ideas are shared, and where men everywhere at least begin to know that they matter.

No Shave November

Series: Fairy Tail

Pairing: Zervis

Genre: Humor/ AU

Rated: T for kissing I guess

Summary: This year Mavis is determined to beat Zera. 

*A/N- Set in my HS/ Mob AU that IS going to be written eventually. 

I have no excuse for this. My computer privileges should be revoked after ten pm. 

x x x x x 

“Last looks, Zeref,” Mavis said, lying on the couch so she could stick her smooth, freshly shaven legs in his face.

“What?” He asked, confused, looking up from his paperwork at Mavis’s admittedly nice calves.

“It’s no shave November, and I’m in a competition with Zera to see who can grow their leg hair out the longest, so today is the last smooth leg day for a while.”

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Hello Fitzsimmons Network!

Welcome to our monthly prompt! 

What is this all about you ask? Basically, I’ve curated some prompts for the month of November to serve as extra inspiration for making Fitzsimmons fanworks! I tried to make a good mix (from vague to more specific, and potentially angsty to funny) so that you could make all types of fanstuff using it. We will be doing this every month.

Some things to remember:

+ while you are welcome (and encouraged!!) to use the entire AoS team in your work, please remember this is for Fitzsimmons shipping so your work should have an element of that

+ as we are a Grant Ward neutral zone, please tag your fic if it is not

+ this activity IS open to non-members, just be sure to follow our rules! 

+ be sure to tag #thefitzsimmonsnetwork in one of the first five tags 

+ and #novemberprompt somewhere in your tag list! 

So, without much further ado, here are the prompts:

+ I believe you fell so you’d land next to me

+ Fitzsimmons + Thanksgiving

+ Only the weak are cruel. Gentleness can only be expected from the strong.

+ Use “Silhouettes - Of Monsters and Men

+ Fitz does "No Shave November”

+ Tea

+ Parallel Fitzsimmons with another OTP 

+ Simmons can’t sing

+ Light and Dark

+ Early November snowfall

Go create and have fun! As usual, please fell free to message me if you have any questions! 

(Does this sound like fun? Feel free to JOIN US if you like what you see)