“I grew up in Spain right after the civil war. When I was eleven I was sent to a Catholic boarding school. They fed me and sheltered me. But they only taught me religion. They were training me to be a priest. I was taught to fear God. I was taught to fear the outside world. I was taught to fear everything. I left the grounds one day when I was twenty-eight. I went to a barbershop and got my hair cut by a French woman. I had never really spoken to a woman before. She told me I was cute. That same day I bought a newspaper. It was the first time I’d ever bought something with my own money. When I returned to the school, I was changed. I had discovered freedom. I began to realize their lies and so I wasn’t useful to them anymore. A few months later I met a woman in church and fell in love. We got married and had three children. I left all of it behind, except for the fear. Sometimes I still feel very afraid for no reason. That will always be a part of me.”
“This is my favorite new coffee shop,” Hermione said, the bell over the door chiming softly as they stepped into the bright, high-ceilinged shop. “Go sit down,” Hermione pointed to an empty table near the counter, “I’ll order for you. I promise you’ll love it.”
Harry made his way over to the table and slid into a seat. It was the only empty table in the busy store, through everyone seated already had their drinks so of the two baristas only one was actually working, a young woman with her short black hair cut into a blunt bob.
The other employee was bent over a newspaper, folded in half at the crossword. He was tall and lean with impossibly white blond hair that would fall over his eyes whenever he bent over to fill in an answer. He rolled a blue pen in his long fingers, his brow creasing faintly in thought. Harry watched spellbound as the gorgeous blond tapped the pen on his mouth and then bit the end absentmindedly, his eye teeth sinking into the plastic.
Harry started and flushed, “Y-yeah?”
Hermione followed where Harry had been looking and grinned, “He’s cute.”
Harry groaned, “Please, no, ‘Mione.”
She rolled her eyes, “You’re no fun.” She dug around in her massive shoulder bag and pulled out a book, settling back in her chair and opening it to her place, “Don’t mind me.” she shooed at him with one hand, her eyes already glued to her book, “Go back to your staring.”
Harry felt himself flush, but despite his embarrassment, found his eyes pinned on the blond again. He had paused from chewing on the pen to press his lips together into a thin line and slowly relax them, tracing the shape of his bottom lip with the end of the pen.
The blond looked over at the black haired girl, “Hey, Pansy, what’s a ten letter word for 'smitten’?”
Pansy had her back to him, finishing their drinks, and shrugged dismissively.
“You’re absolutely no help whatsoever,” he retorted with airy dismay.
“Says the one doing the crossword instead of working,” Pansy muttered just loud enough to carry.
Harry bit his bottom lip and impulsively blurted out, “Captivated.”
Harry didn’t think the blond could be any more attractive until he looked over at Harry with the most amazing pale grey-blue eyes, framed by pale lashes only a little darker than his hair.
Harry swallowed hard, “A ten letter word for smitten, captivated.”
“Hmm…” the blond looked down at the paper and shook his head, “No. The 'ed’ at the end is right through,” he leaned over on the counter, “any other ideas?”
“Fascinated?” Harry said, his mind already winging ahead for other words that might fit, his hand under the table counting out letters of words.
The blond glanced down and then back up, a smirking smile on his mouth, “Nope.”
“How about….” Harry’s brow furrowed and he chewed his bottom lip, “…Infatuated?”
He glanced down and smiled triumphantly, “That’s it!” the pen scratched across the newspaper filling in the missing word.
Pansy bumped the blond with her hip and pushed two cups into his hands, “Be useful Draco,” she nodded at their table.
“Your name is Draco?” Harry asked as the blond walked around the counter carrying the two cups.
Draco nodded with a grimace, “Constellation names are somewhat of a tradition in my family.”
“Um, I’m Harry,” Harry said hurriedly as Draco slid the cups onto the table.
“Nice to meet you, Harry,” Draco smiled.
Hermione pulled out her phone, which absolutely hadn’t gone off, and said, “Well, would you look at that, it’s Ron. Sorry, Harry, I have to get going. Wouldn’t want to keep my boyfriend waiting.” She pulled her bag over her shoulder and put her book away in one smooth movement. She was was out the door before Harry could say a word.
He finally managed a groan and glanced over at Draco, his cheek feeling hot.
Draco was looking faintly flushed himself, “Well. That wasn’t subtle at all.”
“No, it wasn’t,” Harry agreed.
Draco went back to the counter leaning over and grabbing his crossword and pen. “I’m going on break, Pansy.”
“You’re an arsehole, Draco Malfoy,” Pansy retorted without looking up.
Draco came back to Harry’s table, “Is this seat taken?” he asked.
“No, not at all,” Harry said.
Draco sat down across from him, sitting the crossword down in front of himself and helping himself to Hermione’s abandoned latte, “A ten letter word for hopeful starting with P.” He tapped his mouth with the pen and then carefully wrote in, “P-e-r-s-u-a-s-i-v-e.”
“You do a lot of crosswords?” Harry asked.
“There’s a lot of downtime working here,” Draco said, one side of his mouth quirking up in a smile. He barely glanced down at the paper and said, “I need a four letter word for dinner and a movie.”
“A date?” Harry said after a half a seconds thought.
“I’d love to,” Draco said.
Harry let out a startled laugh.
“Too cheesy?” Draco asked.
Harry shook his head with a grin, “How about tomorrow?”
For your prompts thing-- Kara loses her memory of everything including and after becoming Supergirl including her gf Lena (kinda like The Vow, but she gets her memory back??)
saw it coming—
—bright, green, massive. A
shout to move. The thundering of a heart. The, the, the—
saw it coming.
never paid much attention to human idioms. There were so many, every language
and people with their own, garnering wide eyes and blinked shock when she got
her idioms mixed up, sometimes even combining them with phrases she’d heard on
Krypton. (She’d come to accept that they’d die, those phrases unique to her
people. She’d learned that Kal-El
couldn’t possibly understand them, never having seen the deep red of her sun or
experienced the jokes within the different Guilds, and despite her best efforts
to explain, merely smiled kindly and nodded, a faraway look in his
eyes—confused and aching for a home he’d never know.)
She’d never paid attention to human phrases. It seemed moot, for the most part.
Krypton would die with her, and bumbling through her idioms as Alex patiently
listened without understanding felt a little bit like she was keeping something of her home planet alive.
Okay, can you tone down the fangirling? It's getting embarrassing. And I'm saying this as someone who used to be able to recite the entire Star Wars Original Trilogy from memory. Also, I'm not entirely sure it's legal for a straight woman to have that hair cut.
Well, since my baby brother can't be here, I am officially adopting you. Also, I agree with Vetra. Put on a god damned shirt.
Hello, my blue space wife? Do you love me yet, or should I wait until tomorrow to buy the engagement ring and wedding set?
Murder Happy Space Grandpa! Can I have a hug?
My best friend, and the sister of my heart. I will kill anyone who ever hurts you or anything you love.
Dude, you are amazing, but for the love of god, never walk around my ship naked again.
I want to hug you. I don't know why, but every time I set foot on the bridge, I am filled with the overwhelming urge to hug you.
You are sweet, and lovely and Scottish, and I would love to curl up on a couch and talk to you for hours. Also while I am going to wife Peebee, that pink lip gloss is driving me to distraction. Please, for the love of god, stop wearing it.
Space Mom. Which is slightly awkward because I hit on you the first time we met, but in my defense, you're insanely attractive.
Dude, I like you, but be nicer to Kallo, or I will put itching powder in your underwear.
I'm out here saving the cluster, and you're over there "in a medically induced coma." Lazy Asshole.
A/N: Yes. Hello. My name is Liz and I had really bad writer’s block for most of the year, but I finally kicked that sucker’s ass. Also I gave Emma Charming-Swan-Jones a haircut because I could. And also because I still have nightmares about those horrible extensions they made Jen wear her last episode. So here have some Emma Haircut fic with a side of CS Domesticity. (Also, please be gentle LOL) Xx
Summary: A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life. Or so Emma’s heard before.
Words: 2,177| Rating: FD for Fluff with a side of Domesticity | ao3
A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life.
Or so Emma’s heard before. From some beauty influencer or other. Audrey Hepburn, maybe? That doesn’t sound right, though. Miranda Priestley? No, no, she was the uptight, no nonsense boss from that one movie her mother made her watch during one of their girls’ nights. Oh! Coco Chanel? That sounds vaguely familiar, she’ll have to check to be sure but regardless of who said it, she has to admit they were on to something.
She can’t even remember the last time she’s done something this…drastic. She’s worn her hair long for as far back as she can remember, only trimming it when needed to maintain its health. It’s definitely a change, she muses, pursing her lips while she contemplates her image in the rearview mirror of the bug for what feels like the millionth time in the last twenty minutes. Her head moves slowly from one side to the other and she feels both the twinges of regret and the excitement of something different, something new. It was a rash decision, if she’s going to be honest, a last-minute tack-on to her mental to-do list when she’d gone into town to run a few errands late into the morning.
The salon was just there, across the street from the market, and after tucking the groceries away in the backseat of her car and tracing the outline of scissors on the illuminated sign with her eyes over and over – her fingers drumming persistently on the top of the door all the while – she’d finally said, screw it, slammed her door shut, marched straight into the shop, and announced that she’d like a haircut, thank you very much.
i’m at the barbershop right, and there’s a new woman here cutting hair. she Latina wit a phat ass and this nigga she cutting straight up hittin on her.
talmbout, “I like plantains, do you like plantains?”
could you do the RFA reacting to MC having an overprotective sister?
A/N: I /am/ the
overprotective sister, fight me ~Admin 404
All for your siblings, he knows
he personally loves his older sister! Cannot wait to meet yours! Except you know he
didn’t… expect her to figuratively tower over him… He expected her to be as
sweet as you but?? She’s just… scary? The looks she gives him when you aren’t
paying attention is /terrifying/. Is he in trouble? Does she hate him? MC!!!
Why!!! Why does she hate him so much, is it because he’s dating you? She
doesn’t think he’s stealing you… does she? MC PLEASE TELL HER HE’S WILLING TO
Well he’s overprotective of you
when there’s any other man around, so? They have something in common? The both
of them form the MC Protection Squad™ and will fight anyone who gets near
you. Your sister is always there to lecture him about being a wolf though, and
how he has to contain his inner beast, which makes him proud that she cares
about it? But also makes him blush like crazy and want to hide his face. Of
course he’s careful about it!!! He’s respectful to you all the time!!! But she
continues to threaten him with scissors- and she isn’t talking about cutting
his hair off.
/So/ nervous? She knows that
woman can get… catty and she hopes this isn’t the case. She just wants to get
along with your sister! It’s not as if she had siblings of her own, she would
like to bond with your sister. It’s just.. a little difficult to do that when
she’s smiling at you yet glaring at her behind your back.. Your sister gradually warmed up to her but
there are still instances where she’ll butt in and make you some coffee or bring you some sweets instead of Jaehee, who
did it normally. She could handle the rest of the protectiveness but, MC, that
was /her/ job!
MC’s sister, hugging and pulling
MC to the left. Jumin, simultaneously hugging MC and pulling them to the right.
A literally physical debate on who’s protecting MC. While yes, your sister is
overprotective and stood up for you after she learned what he had done to you,
Jumin still shook his head and explained to her how he was actually being the
more protective one. They’re civil when needed but in reality, the two of them
are constantly arguing over who’s protecting you and who’s just locking you
away. You’re left in the middle /all the time/ and you tend to just? Leave the
YES! He has a brother, you have
a sister, now he can experience the best of both worlds~ Except she.. was not
happy to see him. In fact she was pretty upset at him. He took you with him to
meet… an agent.. and his at the time crazy brother… where he got shot? What
if you were shot instead? And trust me, she gave this whole speech to him the
moment she met him- he went for a hug and she retaliated with a speech. He was devastated.
Most of the time, she’s holding you and he’s just left with the puppy dog eyes.
He protected you!! You’re safe!! Why is she being this protective MC please he
just wants to get along with her too! Tell her to calm down~
He let you stay in an apartment
armed with a BOMB. Your sister /never/ smiled at him. Was he nice and funny,
sure, but when it came to you, she wasn’t playing around. He’s holding your
hand? She swoops in between the two of you to hold your hand instead. He has an
arm around you? Not anymore, she’s pulling you into a hug. All while glaring at
him. He knows he deserves it because.. well… /he did make you stay in the RFA
though it was dangerous in the apartment/. But he wanted to show your sister
how much you mean to him, how he’d never put you in that kind of danger again
but she… was intimidating. He would try to win her over slowly… maybe show
her some pictures of the two of you in your travels, invite her on a few trips!
The hell is her problem?? You
were his?? Let go?? The two of them have arguments over whose you are. Which is
ridiculous because you’re your own person but you know. She’s hugging you and
glaring, he’s doing the same, it’s ridiculous. Yes, he understands her being
protective because he did… lead you to a dangerous apartment and may have
attempted to kidnap you but? That’s in the past? He already doesn’t forgive
himself for it, she doesn’t need to add fuel to the fire? At first he stayed
quiet and dealt with it but as time went on and she got more and more
protective, he would get sassy. Telling her to back off as he pulled you closer,
butting into a hug with a witty one liner, anything to piss her off. She wanted
to play? He could play too.
I stared at the two individuals sitting in front of me,
particularly the woman. Burrowing through my memories, I struggled to compare
the girl in front of me to the woman my brother was engaged to. It was merely
two years ago that Jihyun was whom every girl envied; beauty brains and in love.
The Jihyun seated in front of me was barely a shell of that
woman. Her hair was cut short, bleached blonde and heavily damaged. Her face
had sunken in, the restaurants uniform too big on her small frame. The bright
eyes that dazzled and charmed everyone had dimmed, revealing that she was empty,
an empty shell of the woman she used to be.
Yoongi’s eyes stayed down casted not meeting Jihyun’s or
mine. His hands firmly intertwined and folded on the table. Unable to take the
silence any longer, I cleared my throat offering my hand to Jihyun.
“We never really officially met, I’m [Y/N]. Seokjin’s
younger sister,” I said, a small tight smile present on my lips. Jihyun looked
down at my hand and then at me, raising an eyebrow. My eyes drifted between her
and Yoongi. I gulped as I felt my chest constrict at the distance between the
I really should’ve let
him move to sit next to me…
Suddenly Jihyun let out a loud laugh causing my eyes to dart
back to her, just in time to catch her shaking her head.
“I didn’t sleep with him,” She said, pointing her thumb at
Yoongi. I felt the air rush out of my lungs as relief flooded my system. I
retrieved my hand, resting it on top of my lap.
“I didn’t ask-“
“You didn’t have to, your expression clearly screams your
hatred for me. It could be because I broke your brother’s heart. But you look
like you’re about ready to come over here and rip my head off for sitting next
to Yoongi.” Jihyun laughed, crossing her arms. I stared at Yoongi and narrowed
my eyes when I noticed the corner of his lips curved into small smirk. His eyes
glanced up to meet mine for a brief second before looking away once again
attempting to hid the full blown smile that spread across his face.
“Why couldn’t you have told my brother that?” I said,
turning my gaze to meet hers. She stiffed, her smile disappearing from her
face. She glanced towards Yoongi and lets out a snicker.
“You’re really a man of your word, aren’t you?” She said
incredulously, Yoongi clenched his jaw, his smile disappearing instantaneously,
and his grip tightening on his intertwined hands. She stared at him for a
moment longer than turned her head to me, her gaze meeting mine steadily.
“I’m a con-artist,” she shrugged, leaning back in her chair.
“A con artist?” I repeated, dubviously.
“A con-artist,” Jihyon voiced back. She leaned forward in
her chair and crossed her arms, “Jin was one of my assignments. He’s rich and
handsome, almost vain at times. Getting him wrapped around my finger was a
piece of cake. It usually is with rich boys that are trained to take over
businesses, languages, arts but never experience true affection from a woman.”
“I don’t understand where Yoongi comes in,” I said,
furrowing my brows.
“Yoongi was equivalent to the other woman in my relationship
with Jin. I needed him out of the picture to get Jin’s complete trust.” Jihyun
said, her voice emotionless.
“However Yoongi is much smarter than he lets on, aren’t you
kid?” Jihyun said, punching him in the arm. “He found out about my actual
profession and threatened to tell Jin unless I told him myself.”
Jihyun chuckled, “I was already a step ahead of him back
then, I had told Jin that Yoongi kept trying to seduce me previously. Jin, of
course, didn’t believe his best friend
could do that to him. All he needed was some visual evidence, the night my car
‘broke down’ right in front of Yoongi’s house. Jin got the proof he needed.”
“The fact that Yoongi even gave me his clothes to wear that
day because mine were wet, was a nice touch-“ Without any self control, I
launched myself forward, my hand slapping her cheek hard enough to leave a stinging
sensation on my palm. The noise of my slap seemed to echo in the almost empty
restaurant. She grinned, reaching up to stroke her own cheek.
“You psychotic bitch,” I spat at her, this seemed to fuel
her amusement. She started laughing, obnoxiously loud. I glared at her as she
calmed herself down. I felt the chair next to me move backwards and someone
settle into it. I glanced over my shoulder to see that it was Yoongi, his large
hand engulfed the one I had used to slap Jihyun, my body relaxing as he caressed
“Ah, it’s been a while since I laughed that hard, thank
you.” Jihyun said. I felt the anger return to my system and my fists clenched
on their own accord. Yoongi unclenched my fist and intertwined our hands.
“I still don’t understand, what did you achieve from this?
Jin broke up with you soon after and look at you, you’re completely ruined.”
“This is the result of a flaw that I didn’t prepare for. Jin
broke it off with me because he figured; sooner or later I would go to Yoongi
or someone else, he thought he wasn’t good enough for me or for anyone.” Jihyun
“So, you broke my brother for a wad of cash that you didn’t
even get because you failed,” I seethed, unable to control my anger again.
“Yes,” Jihyun said, meeting my glare steadily. I distinctly
remember how affectionately Jin would speak of Jihyun, like she was his most
prized possession, how in love he was. It was hard to believe that Jin would
break up with her. He loved her too dearly; he even left his best friend for
her.. It just wasn’t adding up. As I searched her eyes for answers, I caught a
brief hesitation cross Jihyun’s face.
“You’re lying,” I said boldly, Jihyun eyes widened at my
“You broke up with him,” I said surprising both Jihyun and
myself. Jihyun blink at me, and then lowered her gaze to hands.
“You fell in love with him, didn’t you?” I asked, tighten my
grip on Yoongi’s hand.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jihyun said,
rising to her feet, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go the restaurant is
“There you go, you’re running again,” I said, launching myself out of my as Jihyun was about to leave. I grabbed her wrist stopping her escape.
“It doesn’t make sense for Jin to still be angry with Yoongi
if he blamed himself for the whole incident. Unless he thinks that you left him
for Yoongi when really you broke up with him because you couldn’t take the chance
of him finding out your feelings for him had started out as a lie.” Jihyun
turned around slowly; her eyes were brimming with tears.
“I just didn’t want to hurt him anymore.” Jihyun said, her
entire body trembling as sobs escaped her. I awkwardly put an arm around her
small frame, holding her as she cried. Naturally, I felt an hatred towards her
for what she had done to my brother but she was equally as broken as Jin.
“Jihyun, if you thought my brother wouldn’t have forgiven
you or taken you back as you were, you really didn’t get to know him properly,”
I said, patting her shoulder soothingly.
“I knew he would have. Even when Yoongi came and found me as
soon as I left Jin and told me to go back to him, I knew Jin would take me
back. But I don’t deserve him, he needs someone better than me,” Jihyun sobbed,
shaking her head.
“But he wanted you and when you left he needed you.” I replied.
“You didn’t want to hurt him but leaving him hurt him more than
anything else. He lost his fiancée and his best friend, and he’s under the
illusion that he lost his fiancée to his best friend.. you truly broke him
“It’s too late now, I’m leaving soon enough,” Jihyun leaned
away from me, silencing her sobs. She wiped away her tears and smiled at
me. “I should’ve left this place when I had the chance, I just couldn’t
leave him completely. Just catching a glimpse of him now and again was good
enough for me.”
“Jihyun… I think you need to see him again,” I spoke. Jihyun
shook her head furiously.
“You have satisfied your selfishness by staying behind and
watching him from the shadows for the last few years while Jin mourns your
loss… He deserves a proper goodbye. Give him that at least.”
A/N: that took an unexpected turn even for me, lmao. what did you guys think? of it?
This is Jyb, the owner of Transfit, at his gym in Bangkok.
In 2015, Jyb founded a gym exclusively for trans men and lesbians. The workout facility is meant to draw in trans men as well as women who want to train with Jyb and his all-trans-male staff.
Jyb is also appealing to another gender-based identity group that, in the West, might call themselves queer or non-binary. In Thailand they’re called “toms,” a word that borrows from the English word “tomboy.”
“A tom is a woman who dresses like a guy, cuts her hair like a guy and goes out with girls,” Jyb says. Many toms bind their breasts to appear flat-chested. Most prefer the pronoun, in Thai, that approximates “he” instead of “she.”
I fucking love butch/tomcat/and gnc women! They are the most perfect groups of people in the world! I mean, how can you look at a woman who cuts her hair short, doesn’t shave, revokes her femininity, and does it all with a determined smile on their face! They dont care what you think! They let themselves grow! Their hair, their mind, their body, their EVERYTHING! Belongs to them! And nobody else! God! I dont understand how people could look at these women and not see her radiating confidence! They are who they are without having to shave, paint, curl, cut, squeeze, pinch, starve, nip, tuck, away all of their individuality!I love how handsome they look! I love how they will beat the shit out of anyone who messes with their kind! I love how they are teaching girls that they dont need to have femininity to be amazing! I love how they saunter into a room with all the confidence in the world saying; “This is me! This is who I am! and nothing is going to change that!” I love these women, and if you dont then you can kindly get the fuck off my blog!