A/N: My mom had surgery and I’ve been adjusting to having my grandma around. She’s been coming into my room randomly at night invading my privacy which makes it hard asf to type.
Also btw, If it’s lower than 2k words I’ll put a word count.
“Uh yes?” I blink a couple times to see Tony standing in front of me. He had a scotch in his hand with a stern look on his face. The ice clinking against the glass as he took a sip. His glasses were a light blue tinted lens.
“Kid you blanked out on me, I asked if you were ready… then you spaced out into a different universe”
Zack shoved his hands in his pockets as he waited for the new app to download. He stared at the screen as he sat in the warm coffee shop sipping an iced coffee as the world outside him turned into a dull grey. Autumn was coming—his favorite time of year— and the outside world was becoming a dark place, well in the sense that the sun was covered. The download completed. “RFA Chatroom” is what it was called. He didn’t know how exactly he found it but it intrigued him nonetheless.
“YO YOU GUYS! HERE’S THE TING! YA!!!” is what the description said. No ratings, no reviews, around six downloads. It was dangerous to download weird apps but his virus and malware protector on his phone said it was clean. Things had been rather lonely ever since Zack moved to this country. He wasn’t exactly a friendly happy-go-lucky kind of man so making new friends was rather hard. The biggest thing contributing to his loneliness was his unhappiness. He hadn’t felt someone need him. Parts of him were wondering why he was even here.
So maybe just faking happiness in some random chatroom would be good for him. He opened the app feeling a bit panicked as the app loaded. Setting up his account he named himself Akane. Yeah why not screw it. He’d fake happiness and pretend to be someone else. For a moment his screen fritz but then…
yoongi’s standing on the other side of jeongguk’s front door, staring at his hair with his eyebrows just marginally raised. his own hair looks like it’s been carefully styled for their date tonight, parted down the middle the way he knows jeongguk likes it.
jeongguk self-consciously reaches up with one hand to smooth down his bangs, which still feel a little coarse from the bleach. he’d only just dyed his hair the other night with the (somewhat questionable) help of jimin and seokjin.
“yeah, i did,” he says. his voice falls a little quiet, a sudden wave of shyness hitting him, and he has to remind himself that this is yoongi he’s talking to. “i just wanted a change, you know?”
yoongi waves his hand as if he’s trying to brush jeongguk’s embarrassment from the air. “hey, i’m the last person to judge you. my own scalp probably hates me by now.”
jeongguk cracks a smile at that, focusing his gaze down on his feet. “probably,” he agrees. yoongi’s hair is a light brown right now, but he seems to make it a point to dye it at least once every three months.
“it’s just- i’m surprised you went for purple, is all. you usually stick to browns,” yoongi says, though it’s not unkindly.
shrugging, jeongguk runs his fingers through his bangs one more time before letting his hand drop to his side. “i never really considered it until namjoon-hyung dyed his hair, but- well. i couldn’t get it out of my mind then, really.” he laughs nervously. “um. do you. like it?”
yoongi doesn’t answer right away, and jeongguk glances up only to find him looking at him with his lips tightened, clearly trying to hold back a smile.
“you’re cute, jeongguk-ah,” yoongi says. he takes a step in from the doorway, gently closing the door behind him as he presses a quick kiss to jeongguk’s temple. “i really, really like it.”
I wanted to dye my hair… but I have this thing about using bleach… I don’t ever want to but everyone tells me that I need to if I want the colour to actually stand out in my dark brown hair.
(Here’s a regular every day picture of me)
Note: how dark my hair is.
SO. I WAS IN THE STATES AND CAME ACROSS THIS DYE.
The brand is called “Colour Intensity” so I decided for fun, I’d buy the magenta dye and put it in my hair just for fun.
Now I had used manic panic “Ultra Violet” (purple) before and never really got a result… So I thought I would use this dye and nothing would happen really, maybe just a slight tint, since my hair is so dark right?
HELLA WRONG. I mean look at me! LOOK AT THAT HAIR. OMFG…. I LOOK LIKE A FIERCE GODDESS.
This is scientific proof that you don’t need to bleach your hair if you want some colour. You are very very welcome.
As I mentioned before, our work now allows crazy hair colors. A few weeks ago, I decided to do just that. I intitally wanted to go for blue but given that my hair is fickle and won’t bleach enough (safely) for blue, I went with purple instead. In retrospect, the purple looks amazing. It’s garned quite a lot of compliments at work but I have noticed something since I got it dyed.
Older people tend to scowl and give me angry looks nowadays. Maybe they always did and I never noticed (I mean, half my head is shaved too so that might contribute) but damn is it ever apparent now.
If it is because of my new hair color, then ya’ll old folks need to chill. Holy shit, it’s purple hair, it’s not the end of the world.
If it’s for the fact that somehow I never noticed before until now….
You still need to chill. I’m just trying to do my job.
So I feel like i’m at a point in my life where i can share these pictures and put them out there and not feel bad about it; i can’t lie to myself and pretend that the first 15 years of my life never happened, because they did. Looking back at the person i was, i’m not ashamed. My life is where it is because of that person i used to be, even if i was unhappy. If things had been different, I wouldn’t have the life I have now, which, i must add, is not perfect, but its pretty good. Here we have pictures of me from the end of my 8th grade year to today (end of 11th grade) Hopefully my transformation could help some people and give them hope, or just give people an insight to how different life becomes once you come out as trans*
8th Grade Year; Often thought about the possibility of being trans but pushed it out of my head for fear of what that would bring. I had really low self esteem issues because of bullying in elementary, but after i got this haircut i felt a little better. The year before, I had tried to kill myself. Even though it was over a year before this picture was taken, I still hadn’t fully recovered. Something kept me going this whole time, and I’m glad it did.
Summer before 9th grade year; Got highlights! :’-) After my extremely uncomfortable 8th grade prom and my tragic poofy black dress.
9th grade year; Dyed my hair completely blonde.
9th grade; At this point I knew I wasn’t 100% female and it scared me to be honest. I tried my best to rule out the possibility I was trans, so I tried to convince myself to settle for androgyny.
9th grade; managed to convince my mom to let me cut my hair off. I took this photo right after. Even though I had eyeliner on in the picture, I fell in love with how masculine I looked and used this picture for my profile on every website.
9th grade; dyed my hair back to brown. The first time I dyed it, I somehow managed to get my original hair color and had a breakdown. I didn’t know why I was so upset about it but after I dyed it to dark brown I felt a lot better.
9th grade; Still not sure how to go about the androgynous thing. I told people that any pronouns were fine but obviously only got refered to as ‘she’. I just tried my best not to think about gender and just try to not look hideous.
9th grade; Got a pixie cut and tried the androgyny thing again. After much deliberation, I decided to ask my mom if I could wear a suit to my friend’s sweet sixteen. After lots of back and forth argueing, i managed to get her to say yes. Here I am trying on a blazer and feeling really confident for the first time in a long time.
My friend’s sister said I wasn’t allowed to show up in a suit to their sweet sixteen. However, my friend told me to do it anyway, so i did. My mom however told me that I /had/ to wear eyeliner and lipstick if i wore a suit, so i did. Besides this, though, I still felt like I was finally getting somewhere in terms of gender identity.
Summer before 10th grade; I was fighting a lot of internal battles at this time. I knew i wasnt androgynous. I wasn’t female. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I couldnt ignore the fact that every time I heard my birthname or ‘she’ it hurt me. I’m not sure what I would have done if I didn’t have my best friend with me :’-) (Isn’t she cute? I was totally crushing on her but didn’t know it yet~)
Summer before 10th grade, stopped wearing eyeliner and doubled up on sports bras. When I finally accepted the fact that I was trans, I tried my best to lose all the femininity I had.
Summer before 10th grade year; Got another haircut! I told my friends to use male pronouns with me for the first time. It felt so right, that I no longer had doubts in my mind. I knew that I didn’t want to live as female, so I decided to tell my mom the August before 10th grade year.
Beginning of 10th grade year; After coming out to my mom, I asked my best friend to be my girlfriend. Although a lot of things seemed to be going right, I became very anxious and depressed. I was put on anti-anxiety and anti-depressant medication and was doing okay, although in this point of my life I began cutting myself for the first time. It was a hard and stressful time in my life, probably because of the changes going on around me. I had horrible dysphoria, and coming out to my teachers and classmates wasn’t easy.
10th grade; Dyed my hair pink while i was more comfortable with myself. It didn’t last long because I didn’t like all the negative attention, but I actually really did like it.
End of 10th grade; Prom with my gf!! It was the first time I got fitted for a tux and it was just really great all around.
End of 10th grade year; went pastel purple! I also started using editing apps, lmao. I was digging the hair (should have kept it, tbh)
Summer before 11th grade; went to trans camp. Met awesome people and felt really good for the first time in a while. I was diagnosed with PCOS and started developing really bad acne, which sucked, but I lived with it.
(For all those who didn’t believe that I had white hair!!!)
Aaaand a collection of 11th grade pics!
And most recently, here I am 2 weeks on T, happier than i’ve ever been. I’m still with my girlfriend and we just hit 1 year 7 months~ How time flies, huh? ;v;
I know this was long but I really wanted to post this, partly to pick myself up and see the progress I’ve made. Here’s to proving that it really does get better. #thisiswhattranslookslike
I figure I wont get time to write this on the 24th, due to the holiday and the mad dash to finish all of my coursework before December 1st, so here’s a little post now.
I dyed my hair and got new glasses! The purple faded out almost immediately, so I’m going back to get it redone tomorrow.
I noticed a bunch of my thigh hair is getting really dark. I’ve always had really fine, blonde thigh hair and it doesn’t seem to be getting thicker, just darker. Interesting.
Also, and less exciting, stretch marks ITCH. I have really sensitive inner thighs to start with and it is no joy of mine to find new stretch marks on my hips and thighs because they itch and feel raw and there’s nothing for it. I’m glad I seem to be growing, I suppose? I’ve gained 10 pounds since starting hrt which is a huge deal for me because I’ve been steady at 135 since junior year of high school.
EXO Reaction to You (GF) Dying Your Hair an Odd Color
So this is funny to me. I have bleached the tips of my hair before
and dyed it green, then blue, then blondish, then red, and now it is just
brown. But I really like looking at weird colored hair. Anyways, I hope you
guys like this reaction <3
Baekhyun: “Oh! Maybe I should do that with my hair! But I’ve
already done my hair a little purple. Maybe I should do blue. Go re-dye your hair.”
He told you as he started looking online for new colors for himself.
Chanyeol: “Oh my gosh, you look so different! Can I take a
picture with you? You look so beautiful!” He exclaimed as he started attacking
you with pictures.
(You are Baekhyun in
Chen: He touched your hair a few times, getting closer to
look at it. “I think pink suits you. It makes you look really cute.” He told
you with a huge smile.
D.O.: He looked at you in shock and just stared. “But why do
Kai: “Damn girl, that silver hair is pretty damn sexy.” He
teased as he suggested you to come closer.
Lay: He looked at you closely, staring in confusion. “Is
this real? Your hair is really green?” He asked you a million questions as he
tried to better understand your decision.
Sehun: “That’s nice an all, but it will never be as good as my
rainbow hair.” He shrugged, giving you an extra sassy look.
Suho: He looked at you before flipping his own hair. “Now we
are a completely fabulous couple.”
Xiumin: He stared at you in wonder. “You look so beautiful
with the red hair. You should leave it like this for a while.” He said as he
gave you cute, loving eyes.
Don’t forget that my ask box is ALWAYS OPEN! Feel free to send in
requests for reactions, scenarios, ships and one-shots (especially scenarios/one-shots
at this point. I am running out) <3
I didn’t got any request :(, so i’m just gonna write some imagines that have been on my mind for a while now. enjoy! :)
Word Count: 767
He asked while stroking his fingers through my hair. I recently decided to dye
it purple, and Josh’ reaction was far from what I expected.
you like it?” I hesitantly asked. His eyes never left my hair, neither did his
“I love it.”
I smiled at Josh, who finally looked me in the eyes.
We sat in the living room area of his lodge on Blackwood pines. I just arrived,
and Josh was the first to see my newly dyed hair.
“Lets go show the others, I’ll bet they love it too.” Josh quickly pecked my lips,
before guiding me towards the kitchen. I dropped my backpack at the beginning
of the stairs, and followed Josh to the kitchen.
“Hey guys, Y/n just arrived and look what she did to her hair!” Josh announced
when we walked in the kitchen. Everybody turned around, all eyes were on me
now, and I couldn’t help the redness crawling upon my cheeks.
“It looks amazing, Y/n! It totally suits you.” Sam said while walking towards
me, leaning in for a hug. I got several compliments from everybody and a wink
from Josh who then mouthed an ‘I told you so’, before grabbing two beers from
the fridge. He handed me one, both of us joining the group of friends in their
After a while, some of us were already drunk, including me, Josh and Chris.
Mike was also a little tipsy, and Sam decided to stay sober. We played a few
games, including beer pong and strip poker, which caused Jessica to take her
shirt off, And Mike’s eyes never leaving her body.
“Y-you should dye it blue next, Y/n.” Josh slurred and let his fingers graze,
once again, through my hair.
“Well, I think you should dye yours pink then.” I answered him, making us both
Josh suddenly grabbed my hand and led you to the living room, where Matt and
Emily where quietly talking. Emily scoffing when we interrupted their privacy.
“Ugh, this place is occupied, lets go upstairs.” Josh said to me, and we both
walked upstairs, towards Josh’ bedroom.
“Josh, why did you-“ I was cut off by Josh pushing me against his bedroom door,
connecting his lips to mine. I gasped, and Josh slid his tongue inside my
mouth. I moaned as we fought for dominance.
“Jump.” I jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist, his hands supporting me
under my thighs. He locked the door, and carried me towards his bed. He gently
put me down on his bed, and laid on top of me. I tugged at his shirt, signing
him to remove it. He tugged my shirt off after he did his own. He unbuttoned my
jeans and slid them down my legs, never breaking our kiss. I unbuckled his
belt, my hand gliding into his jeans, cupping his crotch. He groaned. His hands
explored my body, while he started kissing down my jawline and my neck, making
me moan when he found my sweet spot.
so beautiful, Y/n.”
I woke up,
eyes squinting at the bright light coming from outside. I blinked a few times,
taking in the surroundings. I tried to get up, but suddenly felt something
holding me down. I looked next to me and saw Josh, with his arm wrapped around
my waist. I shouldn’t stare, but I couldn’t help myself. He was so mesmerizing,
beautiful, fascinating. I took in all his features. Thinking he was still
asleep, I jumped at his morning voice greeting me.
“Good morning, babe. It’s kinda creepy the way you stare at me.” I chuckled and
pecked his nose.
“Last night was amazing.” He said, smirking. My eyes widened, I looked under
the covers and noticed I was naked.
“Dammit, Josh. You and your charms.” He chuckled, removing his arms, so I could
“We might need to do something about the sheets…” I turned around and noticed
the sheets were covered in purple hair dye, pillow case and all.
“I’m so sorry, I’ll clean it up…” Josh stood up, grabbing a pair of boxers from
his drawer, putting them on before walking up to me.
“It’s fine, I’ll clean them.” He tossed me one of his shirts, me putting it on.
It was way too long and reached mid-thigh.
“But let’s do it before the others find out.” He pecked my forehead and
inspected the dirty sheets.
I turned around and saw Mike, Sam, Chris and Ashley standing in the doorway.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
i have a friend who has short hair that’s dyed a bold purple and blue. She’s really sweet and caring, and i love spending time with her, but my favorite thing that happens around her is when we’re outside and a little bee flies around her head (usually without her noticing) as if inspecting to see if her hair is a flower before flying away and idk i just really love when that happens
In case you forgot, Elisa is one of my favorite hair bloggers, adorning PrettyBlackPastel ever since she first submitted her lilac locs back in 2013. Tumblin’ under the name shantrinas she and her healthy mane has become somewhat of a poster child for pastel natural hair. Her youtube channel is filled with tutorials, vlogs and styling tips on how to achieve some of her signature looks. In the second of the Blogger Q+A series, I asked Elisa a few questions about her ever-changing and always fabulous hair!
PrettyBlackPastel: What gave you the confidence to start dying your hair pastel colors?
Elisa: I’ve always wanted pastel type shades but i never thought my hair
could get to that level. There weren’t that many black people i could
find with natural hair that also had it dyed, so i decided to do it
myself and record the results!
PBP: You’ve worn a variety of hair colors often times switching from vivids to pastels. Which has been your favorite so far?
E: My favorite will always be my pastel purple shade.
( it can be found on youtube, just search pastel natural hair )
PBP: What’s your number one hair tip for anyone looking to go for alternative colors?
E: Make sure you know how to take care of your hair as it is before trying to take care of it bleached/dyed. Also, make sure you have good products that work well with your hair, otherwise it might look kind of bad.
PBP: What are your top 5 brands for the best color experience?
Manic panic, super easy to find.
Ion color brilliance brights, only five bucks a tube.
Punky color, smells like candy
Splat, can be found in walgreens/cvs
Pravana, i havent used it yet but i hear its good.
PBP: What’s your advice to keep hair moisturized and minimize damage after coloring?
-deep condition your hair every time you wash!
-get trims frequently, not a ton of hair, just the scraggly ends.
Warnings: Angst, I don’t know what else. If you have a warning let me know
He had to keep the door locked. He couldn’t let Roman Virgil or Patton see him like this. He ran his hand through his purple hair. It never got to him before, but this choice of color made him seem so… so childish. He kept writing in his journal it was utter gibberish now. Just doodles upon doodles circles going through circles. They all stopped trying to get him out. Even Roman. Which stung the smallest bit leaving a pit in his stomach. He understood why they gave up. He made Patton mad. Virgil probably just tried for Patton, and Roman… Roman. He couldn’t understand why he gave up. Maybe it took too long… heh. He looked down at the leather bound journal in front of him. The once red pen was now out of ink. Leaving a ghost trail from where he drew. He got up and paced his room. Back and forth… Back and forth. Thoughts were circulating his brain over and over. It was too much his room started dimming. Starting to resemble Anxiety’s room. He shook his head. These thoughts were irrational. This all was irrational. Feelings aren’t met to be felt by him. Patton felt the good feelings, Roman dealt with creativity, Virgil was the worrier and he was the one who brought order, and logic. He felt his hands shake as he grabbed brown hair dye and walked to his bathroom.
He refused to look at himself in the mirror. Those tear stained cheeks meant he was weak. That he was stepping out of line. He turned away and started preparing. He was silent but breathing heavy and erratic. A few minutes later he ran the dye through his hair. He couldn’t be a child. He thought over and over again. An hour passed and he finished looking into the mirror with a blank face. There. He thought turning around going back to the desk. He looked at his journal and just broke. Logic grabbed the journal and walked out of his room grabbing the pot and boiling water. Roman ran over. Face filled with shock. “L-Lo?” The logical side was unresponsive as he threw his journal into the water. He watched the journal get completely drenched the water filling with a faint red ink. “Lo, your hair what happened? Why are you boiling your journal Logan talk to me. Please.” His voice was sharp with desperateness. Logan shook his head avoiding Romans gaze and walking away from him heading back to his room. He walked inside closing the door the creative side holding the door open before he had the chance to close it. “Logan. Talk to me. Please.” His voice was uncharacteristically fierce. Logan looked at him breathing a bit heavily. “All right we’ll take it a question at a time.” He sighed and sat down propping the door open. “Why did you dye your hair?’
“… Because I didn’t want to be a child.” Logan muttered.
“Why haven’t you talked to anyone in a month. A month Logan.”
“I needed time to…” “To…” “To cool. Because I feel emotions too! Because I’m sad and mad and lonely…” He went on and on about how lonely he feels, and how he wants to go back to normal. Roman’s shoulders fell and he shot up hugging him tightly.
“Lo, I’m sorry.” Logans hands shook as he hugged Roman tightly. Brown dyed hands leaving marks on Roman’s white outfit.
While shopping at your local supermarket for a special dinner you were going to make for yourself and Calum you found yourself in the beauty aisle where rows upon rows of hair dye were stacked. You’d never done anything with your hair, usually leaving it your natural chestnut brown as you were scared that any other colour wouldn’t suit your complexion. Before you knew it you’d popped a dye in your hair that claimed to be able to tint your hair purple. You’d seen it on other girls as the sun hit their hair and liked it. Plus it wasn’t so drastic that you couldn’t change it back again.
Later, you received a text from Calum.
“Hey baby, I’ll be late home, sorry! Don’t be mad :( xx”.
You sighed, sending back a quick response and halting your dinner preparations. Before you knew it and before you could talk yourself out of it you were in the bathroom, dye in hand.
You’d washed the dye out and dried your hair when you heard Calum call out., “(Y/N)! I’m home!” followed by the familiar pattern of his footsteps as he came towards your bedroom, past the bathroom.
“What is that smell (Y/N), I really hope that’s not my dinner.” The bitter smell had lingered.
“Do you like it? I dyed my hair.” you asked, flipping your hair, proud that you’d not managed to mess it up.
“Did you?” Calum raised his eyebrows.
“For God’s sake Calum, hit the light, maybe you’ll see then.” He flicked the light switch obediently and you could tell he still couldn’t tell the difference.
You huffed in irritation before stalking past Calum and back towards the kitchen. “(Y/N),” he called after you, “I’m joking, it looks amazing. Purple. I like it, just promise me you won’t turn into Michael.” He chuckled catching you around the waist, making you face him and hugging you to his body. You let it go even though you were pretty sure he’d just seen the packet that you left on the bathroom sink, letting yourself relax in his arms.
Ashton: (sorry I got carried away with the feels)
You balanced your 10 month old baby boy, Harry on your hip whilst your 3 year old baby girl, Sophia sat patiently waiting for you to give her breakfast. You’d never been good with multi-tasking - that was until you had children. It was a Saturday and your husband, Ashton was still not awake. You kissed Sophia on the head, placing a bowl in front of her before you and Harry went to wake up daddy. (LOL.)
“Ash, baby. Come on you need to wake up I have an appointment and you need to watch the kids.” You walked to the other side of the room, throwing open the curtains as Ashton groaned from underneath the sea of bedding. Ashton leant up, rubbing his eyes before he held his arms out for Harry.
“Hello Harry. You’re getting so big!” You smiled down at your boys. They were adorable.
“Ok Ash, Sophia is in the kitchen please go and make sure she hasn’t thrown her food all over the walls or fed it to the dog. I’ll see you in a couple of hours, if there are any problems, call me straight away and I’ll come home.” You snatched your handbag from the chair in the corner and grabbed your car keys from the bedside table.
“We won’t have any problems will we Harry? I’m the best daddy.” You raised your eyebrows, reminded of the time when he had let Sophia go crazy with the permanent markers.
A few hours later you were apprehensive about your new hair. You’d decided to go a completely different colour from your usual but red hair ran in your family, and you weren’t sure but you thought you suited it.
“Hey I’m home.” You called as Sophia ran to you, you picked her up, kissing her on the nose before settling her down again she had ran off back to her toys that were scattered all around the room, the place was a mess. Ashton rounded the corner with Harry asleep on his shoulder.
“Woah, (Y/N). I love the new hair! Fiery. Suits you perfectly.” Ashton winked teasingly.
“Shut up Ash.” you laughed. “Where’s my baby boy?” you reached out delicately to Harry who was beginning to wake up. As soon as Harry saw you he started crying.
“Oh, Harry is not a fan.” Ashton laughed back before leaning around Harry and kissing you.
You’d gotten your hair dyed a few hours ago, going for something a bit different, you’d asked for ombrèd hair. The ends gradually getting lighter. You didn’t care that lots of people had this hair style a couple of years ago and the phase was wearing out because you liked it and that was all that mattered.
Later, you were cuddling with your fiancé, Luke. Your head lay in his lap and he was playing with your hair. He’d told you how much he loved your hair, how much he’d love anything and everything that you ever did before pulling you to him and kissing you. You were both still in the fairytale afterglow of your engagement.
“Your hair is always so soft when you get it done. I love it.” Luke spoke softly, not wanting to disturb the peaceful atmosphere as your hair ran through his fingers.
“Well, thank you Mr Hemmings. Your hair is quite fine yourself.” You chuckled, quickly snatching his hand from your hair and placing a kiss on the palm of his hand.
“Are you going to have your hair like this for the wedding, Almost-Mrs-Hemmings?” Luke asked as he tangled his fingers with yours.
“Hmm, maybe. What do you think?”
“I really like it. And I really like you. I’m so glad I chose you to be my wife.”
When you first met Michael you’d both been drawn to each other’s hair, obviously. At the time his hair was a bright, almost glow-in-the-dark green and yours faded from light blue to dark blue at the ends. You both loved to have your hair different coloured. You liked to stand out. At least you could spot him on the Mastercard advert.
This time you had decided to go for a dark pink all over. It made your pale skin stand out and you loved it. You’d had it styled into soft waves and it looked good, if you said so yourself.
Michael was on tour at the moment but you couldn’t wait to show him. You clicked the facetime button and waited for his response. He answered but the screen was black for a few moments.
“Michael, I dyed my hair it’s so nice! I hope you like it. Can you see it?” You aimed the camera to the side of your head, showing of your brightly coloured hair. Finally the screen flashed into life and you could see Michael now.
“No. Oh my God (Y/N) you did not.”
“Michael! Oh my God this is so cute, we match!”
Yes, the image of Michael on your phone screen had dark pink hair too.
“No, oh my God (Y/N) this is not cute, I am getting Lou to change it asap.”
“Michael!” you whined, “It’s your fault for not telling me when you dye your hair! Imagine when you come home and we can take pictures together! The fans will love it!”
“(Y/N) do I really have to keep it?” he whined back.
“Yes! Plus you look hot.” You winked at him through the camera.
“Urghh, (Y/N) don’t. I miss you so much and you looked so hot just then."
You chuckled to yourself before hanging up. You’d send him some pictures of yourself later, and not of your hair.
“Purple?” He asked while stroking his fingers through my hair. I recently decided to dye it purple, and Josh’ reaction was far from what I expected.
“Yeah, do you like it?” I hesitantly asked. His eyes never left my hair, neither did his hands.
“I love it.” I smiled at Josh, who finally looked me in the eyes. We sat in the living room area of his lodge on Blackwood pines. I just arrived, and Josh was the first to see my newly dyed hair. “Lets go show the others, I’ll bet they love it too.” Josh quickly pecked my lips, before guiding me towards the kitchen. I dropped my backpack at the beginning of the stairs, and followed Josh to the kitchen. “Hey guys, Y/n just arrived and look what she did to her hair!” Josh announced when we walked in the kitchen. Everybody turned around, all eyes were on me now, and I couldn’t help the redness crawling upon my cheeks. “It looks amazing, Y/n! It totally suits you.” Sam said while walking towards me, leaning in for a hug. I got several compliments from everybody and a wink from Josh who then mouthed an ‘I told you so’, before grabbing two beers from the fridge. He handed me one, both of us joining the group of friends in their conversation. After a while, some of us were already drunk, including me, Josh and Chris. Mike was also a little tipsy, and Sam decided to stay sober. We played a few games, including beer pong and strip poker, which caused Jessica to take her shirt off, And Mike’s eyes never leaving her body. “Y-you should dye it blue next, Y/n.” Josh slurred and let his fingers graze, once again, through my hair. “Well, I think you should dye yours pink then.” I answered him, making us both giggle. Josh suddenly grabbed my hand and led you to the living room, where Matt and Emily where quietly talking. Emily scoffing when we interrupted their privacy. “Ugh, this place is occupied, lets go upstairs.” Josh said to me, and we both walked upstairs, towards Josh’ bedroom. “Josh, why did you-“ I was cut off by Josh pushing me against his bedroom door, connecting his lips to mine. I gasped, and Josh slid his tongue inside my mouth. I moaned as we fought for dominance. “Jump.” I jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist, his hands supporting me under my thighs. He locked the door, and carried me towards his bed. He gently put me down on his bed, and laid on top of me. I tugged at his shirt, signing him to remove it. He tugged my shirt off after he did his own. He unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my legs, never breaking our kiss. I unbuckled his belt, my hand gliding into his jeans, cupping his crotch. He groaned. His hands explored my body, while he started kissing down my jawline and my neck, making me moan when he found my sweet spot.
“You look so beautiful, Y/n.”
I woke up, eyes squinting at the bright light coming from outside. I blinked a few times, taking in the surroundings. I tried to get up, but suddenly felt something holding me down. I looked next to me and saw Josh, with his arm wrapped around my waist. I shouldn’t stare, but I couldn’t help myself. He was so mesmerizing, beautiful, fascinating. I took in all his features. Thinking he was still asleep, I jumped at his morning voice greeting me. “Good morning, babe. It’s kinda creepy the way you stare at me.” I chuckled and pecked his nose. “Last night was amazing.” He said, smirking. My eyes widened, I looked under the covers and noticed I was naked. “Dammit, Josh. You and your charms.” He chuckled, removing his arms, so I could get up. “Y/n…” “Yes, Josh?” “We might need to do something about the sheets…” I turned around and noticed the sheets were covered in purple hair dye, pillow case and all. “I’m so sorry, I’ll clean it up…” Josh stood up, grabbing a pair of boxers from his drawer, putting them on before walking up to me. “It’s fine, I’ll clean them.” He tossed me one of his shirts, me putting it on. It was way too long and reached mid-thigh. “But let’s do it before the others find out.” He pecked my forehead and inspected the dirty sheets.
“Too late…” I turned around and saw Mike, Sam, Chris and Ashley standing in the doorway. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
In today’s edition of #SundayStories: How I once ended up turning a shade of incredible hulk green 🐸.
In 2012 I shot a special project with my friends James Houston and Zanna Rassi for James’ book project, ‘Natural Beauty’. This wasn’t your typical beauty shoot with a pretty cat eye and red lip - during the shoot they had me throw raw pigment all over myself to create dramatic effects. We had a great shoot, but after I showered and washed all the pigment off I discover that it had literally turned my hair a shade of dirty swamp water green. I washed and washed my hair - still green! With just one day before I began filming 'The Face’ I had to rush into an emergency hair appointment to correct the color. We dyed my hair and then we dyed it again and yet the green was so strong that it started to come back a few days later! Those pigments were no joke - I was sneezing purple and cleaning pink gunk out my ears for a week. The moral of the story is, don’t throw a bucket full of raw pigment on yourself and expect to walk away unscathed! 😜