#full-perm stuff

[budgetbelle]

I gotta fess, these Meli Imako drainpipes are of dubious provenance (i.e. random guy loitering round Palomma Plaza dropped them on me and I had to do my own renaming from 'Fitmesh Model') and I ain't trawling through thousands of leather pants on MP to find the original. But this isn't about them, this is about how Emerald Couture has approximately forty bazillion lucky chairs which switch up every minute, and how useful it is to have the skills to edit the stupid bits out of stupid hair.

EC Valentine Surprise Corset BOM Red | EC Ms Naughty Shoe Leopard Red-slink Maitreya PVC drainpipes A&A Quimbara Hair Jet Black GENUS Project - Head - Strong W003 - v2.0 [BODY] Classic (f) (1.6) [PF] Renee - Pure (dkbrow) | [PF] Simple Black Eyeshadow - Pink Fuel (under 30 days gift) Shape for Free Genus Strong Head worn with Free Legacy Classic :RHEA: (Red Lipstick) Leopard Skin Tattoo | Senra Blake - eyes - dark green | Senra Blake - hair - style 4 - hair base - dark brown - library

[dawngyu]

𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛?

𑣩𑣨 rockstar!choi beomgyu x fem!reader

warnings: mdni, fingering, beomgyu crying, beomgyu drunk-in-love, no protection

note: miss girly is ovulating, i think. a big thank you for my girl cam for coming up with the title and... calming me down a lot. ily

wc. 500

You're such a fucking tease.

Choi Beomgyu hasn’t been right all night. He’s supposed to be working, singing his goddamn heart out but every note feels off, every lyric a mess. His bandmates keep dragging him back to earth with pissed-off looks, but it's useless. You're all he sees.

You’re in the crowd, looking like sin served on a silver platter. That smug little smile, that short fucking skirt — you know exactly what you’re doing. And he hates it. Hates how your face is burned into his mind, hates how his fingers twitch just thinking about your skin, hates that you're out there looking like that when he can’t touch you.

He wants you. Now. Against the wall, in the dressing room, wherever he can shut you up and make you pay for every second you’ve been driving him out of his mind.

Your body trembles with pleasure as Choi Beomgyu's fingers work on your clit, his cock drives into you with rhythmic thrusts that leave you gasping. You're lost in the moment, your words slurred and incoherent as you feel yourself being pushed toward the edge of your release.

Your eyes roll back into your head, and you let out a series of high-pitched moans as he continues to hold you down, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

As he whispers your name over and over again, tears glisten in the corners of his eyes. You can barely hear him over the sound of your own ragged breathing, but the words hit you like a ton of bricks.

"I love you," He repeats it again, this time with his chest, and you feel his tears splatter onto your chest as he whimpers. Your heart swells.

"Do you know how you played with my heart all night? Makes me wanna bend you right there and then." His thumb increases its speed on your clit, you gasp sharply at his confession, your head spinning with a mix of pleasure and overwhelming emotion.

You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, and you know that he's not far behind you. He finally reaches his own peak, and you feel him pump you full and collapse onto you, his head resting on your collar as you both catch your breaths.

But as he begins to get hard again, his shoulders tensing with anticipation, you know that this is far from over.

"More, 'Gyu," you whisper, "I want more."

"I'm going to break you, my sweet girl." and you know he means it in the best way possible.

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[idonttakethislightly]

One cool thing about Caspar Wijngaard's attention to visual detail in The Power Fantasy is that, rather than having a specific trademark hairstyle or a single Important Haircut moment (TV Tropes link), everyone is characterized by their overall relationship to their hair. All six Superpowers change up their hairstyle, whether that's day-to-day or year-to-year- but they each have unique approaches to how they look, that offer clues to who they are as people.

As far as we can tell, Valentina's had the exact same haircut her entire adult life, but she styles it differently on different days, and in different contexts. I think she's known for a long time who she is and who she wants to be- specifically, she knows she's a Superpower, a hero or a danger or both, but she wants to be human, someone who can be kind and friendly and have loved ones. For her, that's manifesting as conventional femininity, which shows up in her overall sense of style as well as her hair.

That said- her hair was shorter as a kid, probably just for practical reasons. And when she goes full angel-self, it changes both color and texture- pure white, and a more stylized texture than the detailed strands of her usual hair.

In contrast, Eliza's changed her hair a whole bunch of times, and I feel like she doesn't have any consistent throughline to what she's going for. It's been all different lengths, usually worn loose but one time in a ponytail, usually kept straight but one time permed. Eliza switching haircuts so many times feels to me like she's never satisfied with who she is- she's hungry to be something else, something more. It's the opposite of Valentina having a very clear idea what her hair is expressing. Eliza's searching for something with her hair that a haircut alone is never going to give her.

However, she's repeated haircuts a couple times. Her long hair the day she said no penitent sinner would burn is similar to the long hair she received right after selling her soul to hell. And also, her chin-length bob the day Magus passed her over for promotion is similar to her 1999 hair, when she's so far been pretty antagonistic towards Magus. (Although the haircuts aren't identical. Like Valentina, Eliza's hair changes color and texture from her fully-human form to her descended extradimensional form.) Is the visual echo significant? It'll probably never be confirmed one way or the other that it is, but it's an interesting way to look at things. (Credit to someone on the Discord for sharing the insight that Eliza's 1999 haircut matches her 1986 one!)

Heavy is kind of the midpoint between consistent look and continual change- he's always had long hair, but the context keeps shifting. He's switched subcultures a couple different times, always conveniently to a look where it's fashionable for a man to have long hair- which means the exact style of his long hair varies.

Instead of chronological order, I laid this image out to show that Heavy also puts a lot of effort into styling his hair day-to-day- which is really a showcase of Caspar's attention to texture. The top row of images are ones where I'd say he hasn't done anything to his hair except maybe wash it- and so it's just slightly wavy, drawn with a crinkly kind of texture.

The second row is him the first scene he appears in, where his hair is incredibly silky-smooth at first, and then a little wilder after getting shot and flying around. I can't actually prove that he had someone blow-dry it for him that morning, but I choose to believe that he did. (My full headcanon on that is that having his hair done is a comfort thing. Like, he'd never admit out loud how stressed he was that day, but he'd have someone take care of him without having to directly ask for it... that's all just speculation and personal gratification, though.)

And the third row of images is all the other stuff he does with his hair. In order: he's gelled it back for Masumi's exhibition, then he sleeps on it with the gel in and it turns into a mess. Then you've got his tightly-curled perm from 1981 and a looser perm from probably the seventies. More than anyone else, Heavy's the one who's willing to put day-to-day time into his hair looking good. (For a certain definition of period-piece "good", with that perm.)

Etienne gradually moves from very short hair to locs, but I think the interesting part is how he grows out his beard. These are in chronological order, and you can see him go from a patchier beard when younger to a full, bushy beard by 1999. My read on this is that he's trying to look sophisticated- which means mature, a grown-ass man- and he's trying to compensate for the receding jawline that's more visible when he's a clean-shaven teenager. (Again, full headcanon mode is that he feels compelled to compete with Heavy's ridiculous lantern jaw. But again, that might just be me.)

Masumi, the character most openly inspired by anime and manga, comes very close to having anime/manga-style Expressive Hair (TV Tropes link again), meaning that it almost seems to move based on how she feels. The first row is three panels in order from the same scene- messy hair while she's grumpy, transitioning to smoother hair as she starts to relax. The second row is three panels from a different scene- hair that's been straightened at a time when she's trying to hold herself together, getting messier as she loses composure. Neither of those hair changes is completely impossible under the circumstances- maybe her bedhead is resolving itself, and maybe her styled hair is coming loose from sweating and moving around. But those changes just conveniently parallel her emotional arc.

And at other times, she puts her hair up in mini-ponytails that make her look young and cute. When she actually was younger, her hair was longer and naturally black. Ironically, I think that actually looks more mature... maybe she's made a move towards looking cute and nonthreatening over time?

Magus* has also always had long hair, but it was a bit shorter in 1978 than it has been since. I think it's interesting that he bothered to keep that neatly trimmed beard even though most of the world didn't see it- it was for the sake of himself and his inner circle. I think it symbolizes him being a little scruffy, a little countercultural- but not a total mess, as he clearly takes care of it.

By 1999, his* hair texture has changed a bit, messier and lanker... my original theory was that he stopped washing it, in line with how he's gotten too thin and he's not buying new clothes. In retrospect though... yeah I'm not taking any bets until next issue.

* it's complicated

And then there's Tonya, Isabella, Kid Ignition- I could say stuff about their hair too but I think I've gone on long enough. Even walk-on extras have visual characterization that extends to every part of their design, head to toe. It's kind of mind-blowing the amount of thought that's gone into just that one aspect of character design in TPF, and the amount of drawing skill it takes to carry the ideas through.

[skarmoree]

Full design explanation post is underway but in the meantime have a comparison for the six robins!

Dick: main difference is in how much muscle he has. Ten year old vs mid twenties means a very different body type. Tried to keep the gymnast physique. Ponytail bc I miss his mullet/pony phase and think him growing his hair out after the ric stuff is narratively important xoxo

Jason: built like a brick shithouse. Lazzy pit fixed the stunted growth malnourishment caused. The white streak lost a bit of the curl he used to have. jays curls were so cute but nobody would take RH seriously if he still had them lmaooo

Tim: hard to see but he’s bulked out a little as an adult. Less wiry but still thin, but at least he won’t snap like a twig now. He carries himself with more surety too :)

Steph: same as Tim, she’s bulked up a little from the vigilante work, which you can defs see in her arms. Got rid of the perm (rip, that wild hair was iconic)

Damian: while he hasn’t gained that much height he’s lost a lot of the baby features (those cheeks are so much less pinchable now). He also looks less likely to attack with no warning lmao he’s matured quite a bit in a few brief years Duke: has probably changed the least out of everyone, but has also been active for a lot less time. Suit also hides any features that would’ve changed. Up to you whether he’s cut his hair or not

[r3starttt]

ROOMMATES

PAIRING: ellie x abby

CW: fluff. modern au. hc's.

SUMMARY: Abby and Ellie and the begging of their roommate era <3

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Ellie who was awkwardly checking her phone when she first met Abby. Her fingers nervously tapping random stuff on her notes app, on the calculator, sending desperate messages to anyone just to avoid small talk.

there's this blonde girl I'm probably gonna be roommate with she's massive lol

Abby who would glance at Ellie here and there just to make sure the girl was keeping up with the whole tour and to get any sign that could let her know if she was actually interested in the whole roommate thing.

"The girl that came to see the place is a nerd, she's being all awkward and not talking at all. She's also wearing those black converse everyone likes for no reason."

"abs u listen to classical music to study stfu"

Abby who had to speak to Ellie first and directly ask if she was interested or not. And Ellie who struggled to talk but eventually managed to make the deal with Abby.

"Ellie, right?" the freckled cheeks hadn't been that red in a while. Not that she got scared or anything, she just felt extremely panicked thinking the blonde girl in front of her was about to start small talk- plus, she caught her off guard. "So, what do you think?" Abby crossed her arms, an habit- just there she realized how annoyed she looked. She wasn't, of course, but how could the auburn tell?

Abby, who Inmediatelly put the rules. No eating in the couch unless you have visits, and if so, you clean. No noise after 10 pm and no visits without warning nor after 10 pm either. You wash your dishes, you cook your food. bla bla. bla

"Hey so... uhm" Ellie's hands felt sweaty, her fingers fidgeted with each other as she let herself rest comfortably against the doorframe of Abby's room, who looked attentive.

The blonde's arms and legs crossed as she rested against her chair, seemingly frustrated by some stuff she was working on in her desk. "My... uh, I'm bringing someone? I was wondering- it's Friday, maybe I-"

"Yeah, I dont mind it. Just try to keep it quiet"

Abby who was also the first to break the rules

And there she was, flirting with the girl Ellie had fought so much to gain the smallest attention- "Yeah? is that so? oh... really?" currently one am and whatever stress she'd gathered along the week long forgotten.

Ellie who eventually put her own rules. And who got humbled every time because she didn't really care so Abby was the one reminding her about it.

"Why don't you just take mine?" the auburnette spoke with her mouth full, her phone in one hand and her bowl of cereal in the other as she watched the blonde walk all over the small kitchen.

Abby had been around five minutes trying to find a clean tupper of her own, almost having a crisis because oh she was one long minute late already. "You told me not to touch your stuff"

Abby who's super cool to Ellie's eyes, and Ellie who brags about her very cool roommate who's also very smart and strong and nice and sweet and nerdy and many cute stuff.

"didn't you say you wanted to find other place last week?"

"shut up jesse, she just- she was so annoying that day, okay? we are good now"

"we? bro she doesn't even talk to you"

Abby who made it feel illegal to even walk pass her room if her door was open? she was so strict over privacy matters. And Ellie who couldn't care less, taking any chance she had to glance at the room.

"You don't like star wars? what's with the poster then-" and only there, with Abby's look and the awkward silence, Ellie realized she had just fucked the little chance she had to get along with the blonde.

Abby, who eventually stopped caring so much about privacy matters and rules, it was practically impossible. Ellie was charming in her own way, and Abby wasn't so serious after all.

"The movie was lame" the auburnette spoke with her mouth full of a mix of chocolate and whatever else. Abby’s fingers stopped their track between the blonde locks being unbraided- her face into a frown as she met Ellie’s eyes. "You don't like anything! it's the fifth-" Their voices overlapped, Ellie denying whatever statement the blonde was trying to explain or prove. "You choose the next one and better keep quiet-" and again, shouting and anxious eating from Ellie who couldn't feel more comfortable suddenly.

[delicateartisantrash]

Commission: Megatron x [REDACTED]

;) i might post who's riding his spike when the art is done, if the commissioner is okay with sharing, but for now, enjoy this lovely french girl art history meme posed warlord

please view in full view i BEG tumblr destroys the quality

Imma go ahead and note-- if ya'll wanna use my art for making your own art go wild, chase that inspiration, experiment in the artsy farsty funsies-- just please don't publish it *anywhere* without asking me first, but who cares what you do or keep in your personal computer files. I only care if ya reposting my stuff (which pls, do not do)

i won't grant perms to use/republish this one because it's a commission. But i might make colorable free linearts later? If ya'll would like?

Gods why is this fucker so hot. It's unfair. Villains should not be so fuckable looking. REEEEE.

and yesssss i am still drawing, commissions are OPEN, i'm just a little slower at it rn <3

psssst

@ss-shitstorm

[orimuraa]

₊˚⊹⋆🍁⋆⊹ Day 13: Hundred broken hearts - Sim Jaeyun

(synopsis) 🍂 he was so distant now, every passing day, breaking your heart into smaller pieces ₊⊹

sim jaeyun x fem!reader 🍂 angst 🍂 petnames, crying, cursing, arguing 🍂 heartbreak 🍂 wc 571

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you could feel him slipping away. he no longer looked at you with the same love in his gaze, or the way he would laugh at your jokes.

he just turned…cold.

everyday, you felt your heart break more and more.

the jake that once loved you and the jake you once loved was gone. now, there was some cold, distant person who was most definitely not your boyfriend.

every time you tried to talk with him, he would respond with a small nod and if you were lucky, you would get one word.

“jaeyun? what do you want for dinner?” you had asked one evening. jake didn’t even respond or look you in the eye. he never did anymore.

instead, you only got a shrug.

“hey babe? come look at these photos of layla i took!” jake smiled, his puppy smile really showing.

you missed the way he would get excited over small things or just smile.

his smile.

that’s what you missed so much.

but whenever you asked him if he was okay, he would shrug you off, going back to his video game.

were you that much a burden? when you started dating jake, he promised that he would never break you heart.

“it’s not our fate,” he said cheekily, a goofy smile adorning his face.

and you were a fool to believe him at the time, too blinded by what you thought would be an everlasting love.

as you lay in bed, you realized that he was gone. it wasn’t something you wanted to accept, but you had to.

he was gone and there was nothing you could to fix it.

before you knew it, heavy tears were rolling down your face—the salty tears collecting onto your pillow case.

you cried yourself to sleep that night.

so the next morning, you packed up a small amount of stuff into a bag, just needing to get out of the same space as him.

“baby? where are you going?” oh so now he cared.

you didn’t even spare him a glance and slipped on your shoes, annoyed that he only cared once you were halfway out the door.

“away. away from you,” you said, afraid that if you said more, your shaky voice would give your tears away.

“w-what? w-why?” for the first time, jake actually looked up at you. his expression shocked and his eyes brows scrunched together.

“why? jesus jake! have you ever noticed how awful you’ve been treating me lately? all i get is a nod or a shrug! i’m lucky if you even look at me!” you cry, letting the tears fall. “i-i just need time. away from you.” you whisper, not knowing if that was gonna be the full truth.

“fuck, baby i-”

“don’t call me that! i know that you don’t mean it cause if you really did, i wouldn’t be here, halfway out the fucking door!” you shouted, your vision now blurred from the tears.

jake looked like he was about to defend himself but then shut his mouth, knowing that you were right.

you opened the door, adjusting the bag on your shoulder and stepping out.

“goodbye sim jaeyun. call me when you realize how much you fucked up.” and with that, you walked out, your heart in so many pieces.

hundreds of broken pieces of your heart, scattered around you.

your heart was left broken, the fate of so many others.

hi…i’m so sorry for the angst 😭 i’m usually super weak and end up giving into giving angsty stories a happy ending but i decided to be a bit mean and make this a sad ending. if you enjoyed, please reblog and like! i appreciate it very much 💗

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[devotion-disorder]

HI HI HI HI!!!! I LOVE YOUR NEW HAIRDO!! CAN YOU PLEASE TELL ME IF THERE'S ANY REQUIREMENTS ON GETTING YOUR HAIR DONE? ALSO WOULD KUUYA EVER LET ANON CONTROL HIM IN ALMOST EVERY ASPECT? LIKE WHAT HE EATS, WEARS, AND DO??? BTW YOUR ART STYLE IS SO YUMMY!!!!!!!!

THANK U!!!! While I think it's possible to go to a point where Kuuya just...relents to every single thing you demand of him, its not like he's going to let go of all rationality so easily (ironic as it sounds). He's a pushover not only to his partner but to most of the other people in his life as well, so he's not going to let go of his commitments just like that. But I think it's definitely possible if you play your cards right.

and info about getting your hair done under the cut:

If you want to do it exactly like how I did, its actually a balayage instead of a full bleach! anyhow, I guess the biggest thing is that bleaching is definitely a commitment. Here's some stuff to note based on my experience:

It depends on your natural hair! my natural hair color is pretty dark, so I needed to bleach it twice to get any sort of bright color. my hairstylist also said apparently my hair is just kinda resistant to bleach, which is why it took literally 9 hours lol (and other complications because Ive gotten it bleached before)

I've always gotten it bleached at a salon and it can be a bit pricey ngl

You can't bleach your hair if it's been chemically treated (eg. straightened / permed)! and you can't do it afterwards either, because of how damaging bleaching is. So i have to style it myself if i want any sort of curl!

you might also need to invest in some decent hair care products + colored shampoo etc etc if you want your hair to not be the texture of straw lmao

More on that, you might want to be careful if your hair is already pretty dry/ brittle to begin with, because bleaching will really truly make it so dry lol

the color can fade pretty quickly, even if you keep up with the proper shampoos and stuff. I expect the pink color in that photo to be gone by at most a month LOL

so yeah...pretty hefty price to pay for funky hair color. That's why I didn't bleach it until ~2 years ago, because I was so hesitant. But!!! I can say that i regret absolutely nothing, because having pink hair rules LOL. I mean this is literally my third time bleaching it!!

[caitvi1room]

⋆₊ synthwave starbound

caitvi based in the 80’s ! with happy ending and angst lol they also have a falling out

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !! PILOT. 

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SUMMER | JULY , 24 1985. PILTOVER.

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︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹

Caitlyn kiramman was sprawled out onto her bed , her window open trying to get SOME breeze into her room. But obviously it wasn't working because she was sweating balls. She had her normal bright pink - bright yellow set on. Her blankets were sprawled on the floor - off of her because that's the last thing she wanted on her now.

She let out a 'grunt' as she rolled off her bed , pissed! Why was there NO breeze in piltover?! Not even her fan was working. But oh. She got an idea.

She grabbed her walkman , her headphones attached. She walked into her bathroom - the big bath coming into her view.

she sat down on the edge putting her walkman onto the counter. Grabbing the nob and turning it onto the cold setting , the ice cold water filling the tub to the top , caitlyn stood up looking into her mirror , her dark blue permed hair falling into her shoulder's.

She opens up her drawer and grabs a scrunchie , putting her navy blue hair into a bun as she gets undressed ,she puts her old clothes onto the floor , and puts her school clothes onto the toilet.

As she sat into the cold water in the bathtub relief and a shiver went down her spine , but oh. Fuck it felt so good. It had been so long since she felt the cold , and honestly caitlyn was missing the winter.

But during the winter she would know she would miss the summer, UGH! Why was life so hard?.

But she grabbed the bubble bath , it was cherry scented. She dumped it into the bath and slightly splashed the water around making bubbles. As caitlyn sat back into the water she had put her headphones in from her walkman. " eyes without a face - billy idol " started filling her ears , she felt at peace.

Just a rich girl sitting in her big tub , cold water against her body on a 90+ day with cherry scented bubbles clinging onto her skin making her smell like cherry. "It was going to be a good day for her."

♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡

Vi was laying on the bunk bed in her room , it was once vi and powder's but powder moved into their mothers old room. Vi had her walkman in the sound of "kiss - prince" filling her ears , she had a sports bra and black shorts on. Her father , vander couldn't afford an air conditioner and the stupid temperature thing in the living room , they were never allowed to touch when dad wasn't home. And for fucks sake he had to be at work , DURING THE HOTTEST DAY OF THEY YEAR! Vi could swear it was mabe 120 , but it was only 95. She went to open her window but powder opened her door.

"Don't open your window, I messed with the thermometer" she said , looking around vi's room. Full of back to the future shit.

"What? Powder , vander said NOT to touch that shit do you wanna get your ass grounded?" vi took her headphones out with a groan , she was crabby because it was hot , and she wanted to be alone before school now fucking powder had to annoy her.

"Can you drive me to school? Ekko's car broke down so he can't take me" she said, picking up one of the figurines on Vi's shelf.

"Then fuckin walk with your boyfriend. And dont touch my shit powder, put that down." she hated when someone waltzed into her room and touched her shit. She BABIED her back to the future stuff , since it was expensive

"Pleaseee, I need to be there early. I wanna hangout with ekko!' she whined to vi , begging at this point.

"I fucking said no! I have work after school so don't start with this bullshit, get out. And i just finished the paper route"

After vi said that , powder slammed the door shut making the floor vibrate slightly , but vi ran her hands over her face. She was even more pissed , hungry and tired now but she had to get ready for school which she did. She grabbed her uniform and put it into her backpack , then she decided to get dressed.

For a shirt she put on a graphic tee - it had the words " BACK TO THE FUTURE " on it with a little logo , then the pants were some normal black jean she always wore , it had a little carabiner on the hook , it had her car keys on it. Her hair was next , and whenever she was done with it , it reeked of hairspray. Powder always said " if there was a fire your hairs lighting up her" , fuck her. But she slicked back her hair , putting on her hats backwards and putting her necklace on , it was her mothers from the 60's. It was a pearl necklace she wore all the time.

Before she could put her makeup on, her family siamese cat jumped onto her dresser , knocking down her makeup and her perfume.

" god fucking dammit bowie! Get off you fuckin cat " she said as she grabbed him and put him onto her bed. " fucking cats" she mumbled to herself as she started picking up her stuff , her makeup first and setting it back up. Her perfume and deodorant next and as she was about to pick up something else powder came sprinting into the damn room like she was on a killer chase.

"Oh bowie! I was looking for you. Sorry Vi i was trying to give him a bath and he ran away." she said , grabbing bowie from Vi's messy bed and holding him like a baby 

"Keep your cat out of my room , please. I'm trying to get ready pow-pow." she said pushing powder out her room and going back to getting ready , sitting down at her vanity she had her makeup in hand.

She put on some light brown eye shadow at first , it was her normal makeup she wore everyday - a smokey eye , some graphic eyeliner , red lipstick and some light pink blush , nothing to feminine , just something to make her feel good. As she finished her makeup she was left with a smokey eye , some black graphic eyeliner and the red lipstick and faint pink blush. But she next needed her perfume , it was a musk and floral scent mixed together and she must admit. She used too much , but she's popular with the ladies , who can blame her?

As she finished with the perfume and lotion she put on deodorant and put on her back pack , grabbing an extra pair of shoes which were her work shoes and put them in the back of her backpack along with her uniform. She had grabbed her shoes which were Jordan 1's and put them on , as she finished getting her shoes on she went into the bathroom starting the sink and grabbed her toothbrush , putting in on her toothbrush along with toothpaste , brushing her teeth. As she finished doing that she popped a piece of gum in her mouth and grabbed her skateboard to skate to school. She rarely drove her car to school , but she left a note to powder which read.

" ride your bike to school pow pow i'm riding my skateboard not driving you , sorry. Xoxo vi. " in which she left on the table top.

♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡

Oh shit! Caitlyn was running late and yet she had just gotten out of the bath , although she did smell wonderful and felt great so she couldn't really complain about that , but she was even dressed for God's sake.

" CAITLYN KIRAMMN. shouted a loud voice from down the hallway , shit. It was her mother Cassandra kiramman.

" I am very disappointed in you. You will be riding your bike to school. And we will be having a long talk when you get home from school , get dressed." she shouted from outside the bathroom door.

Caitlyn was fucked , well. That was the good way to put it. Most of her mothers punishments were no sharpshooting , paying the maids with her money or sleeping in the guest room for the night as she took away her walkman which was hell.

But she had to focus on getting dressed. She had a tank top - it was red because it was her favorite color although she was girly and people would assume she loved pink , but the tank top was followed by some plain black athletic shorts she used for cheer , nothing much or fancy she had going on today after she was finally dressed she added her necklace , plain diamond necklace with a "CK" engraved on the small part of it for caitlyn kiramman.

After she was dressed and accessories on she put some perfume on , cherry smelling perfume on her body and a roll on vanilla scent on her neck , behind her ears and on her wrist, after she was done with that she grabbed her cotton candy lip gloss roller and put it on her lips , her lips hydrated and glossy now. 

As caitlyn made her way to her room to grab her backpack she felt a chill run down her spine , she didn't know if it was from the coldness of coming out the bathroom or because she didn't know what was going to happen when she came back from school.

As she made her way back to her room one of her dogs , donna. She was a doberman with a slight downturn in her ear. It made her even more special - but she was laying on caitlyn's bed , on her backpack with all her shit in it.

"Cmon now get off , i need to get my backpack on and go to school im already late as it." she said , her thick posh accent coming out as she spoke.

Yet she refused to budge.

"Come on! Get off my damn bookbag you god!" she said , donna finally moving and caitlyn being able to grab her book bag , putting it over one shoulder as she grabbed it. She walked over to the small part of her room grabbing her shoes - putting on her platforms and walking out the door getting onto her bike. The cool air hitting her as she rode it to school.

♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡

Walking into school the smell of paper and must filled the air , god it smelled so bad - well to violet she hated everything topside INCLUDING the people there - accept for caitlyn kiramman , she could stand her because she barely had any friends even though she was the richest person in piltover. 

As she walked down the hall people were giving her looks , like they always did because in her school dressing like a boy or masculine was uncommon , and especially in this time , but she just ignored it . She was a tough girl from zuan , she will keep acting like it and keeping her wall up , even if it's a very stubborn one.

As she gets to her class she looks at the room number - 107 , mrs valentine.

God she hated this class but more of the people , the only tolerant person in this class was caitlyn , caitlyn fucking kiramman. Even if they didn't talk or kinda hated each other , vi still found her most tolerable.

She found her seat and sat down , it was one of those crappy drawn on - gum under the desk type seats. But she was sat in back of fucking caitlyn , and caitlyns tall so what the fuck was the teacher thinking ?!

"Hey , can you move your big ass head?" vi said , a bit of teasing in her voice.

"I dont know , can i?" caitlyn replied looking back at vi

"Yes you can now do it kiramman." vi said throwing a piece of paper or whatever the fuck it was at her.

"Dude - not cool!" caitlyn said putting it back on her desk"

"Why not , hm? Ya acting a fool" vi said 

"Whats your damage violet?!" caitlyn replied

Before Vi could respond to caitlyn mrs. Valentine had cut in.

"Enough talking , do you even know what we were discussing young ladies?"

"No ma'am i'm very sorry." caitlyn said.

"Well good. Because you two will be working on this project together , it is a world war two project i expect done in the next two weeks. I will be messaging your coaches and say you will be missing practice today."

As she turned around , caitlyn gave a glare to vi almost saying "you fucking idiot!" Vi could hear her say it , with that stupid accent of hers.

Last period , the 2nd class they had together. Room 205 on the 2nd floor - teacher mr rojas. It worked perfectly actually because they had to go to caitlyn house after school - to work on the damn project.

As they walked out the school together they got weird looks , well obviously because caitlyn was a loser and vi was a popular girl it was odd for them to be hanging out - or even to be walking with each other 

"I suppose you know where I live?" Caitlyn spoke up.

"Uh - i - nah i don't , dont worry im not like a stalker or anything like that cupcake." she was obviously lying - she's done a paper route around there many times to know where caitlyn lived.

"Are you sure violet?" caitlyn said, turning her head to look at her.

"Caitlyn - im fuckin sure kay? Damn you talk a lot." vi said

"You too! Anyone ever told you how nice you are?" caitlyn said walking infront of vi 

They walked in silence after that , making their way from the school andinto the streets of piltover to get to caitlyn big luxurious house that she gets to stay in every single day , as they keep walking the gate started becoming visible , as they got up to it caitlyn put her key in and unlocked it , same with the door.

As they got into caitlyn's house her dogs went up to vi , sniffing her feet and jumping up on her , curious about her , i mean she since she was never seen around before . 

Caitlyns parents looked up as they walked in - obviously confused on who this girl was.

"Caitlyn kiramman." Cassandra spoke up.

"I told you , you are in big trouble and you bring a girl home?!"

Vi giggles at that , covering her hand with her mouth as caitlyn smacked her arm.

"No mother , we have to work on a big project together and .. we couldnt go to her house , introduce yourself" caitlyn said the last part quietly to vi.

"Oh shit - hi sorry im violet , i uh am in 2 classes with your daughter , nice girl , very nice girl i must say."

"My gosh shut up violet! Whatever lets just go to my room" caitlyn said

"Very well then , but you must know i will be having a talk with you once your.. Friend. Leaves." cassandra said.

And with that they made it to caitlyns room , the light green - teal walls being the first thing vi noticed as they walked in , along with the violet colored bed sheets and the matching canopy she had on her bed.

"Nice room caitlyn." vi said

"Why thank you violet." caitlyn said sitting down on her bed , patting it so vi could sit down next to her 

As she did.

As vi sat down a dip went into her mattress from the weight, caityns bed wasfucking comfortable , i mean she was rich. She had rich bitch shit.

"I have um CD'S over there if you want to play music" caitlyn said pointing over to the small radio she had in the corner of her room

"I'm okay." vi said laying back on her bed.

Caitlyn's room smelt like cherries , it was something vi had always noticed about caitlyn , she always smelt like cherries and vanilla , now this girl has it as a smell of her room? My gods is she hyper fixated on it or something?

Caitlyn had grabbed a book - history book and flipped to the page about WW2 which they were doing a project on and started reading.

Vi was just admiring her , no not in a weird way more like in an .. "god shes nerdy - and pretty" way. She looked at the way her mouth turned into a frown meaning she was focused , they way her nose was shaped the most prefect shape , her light blue eye color , gosh this girl was perfect. 

Caitlyn let out a little hum as she kept reading , she was focused on the word's and to be honest this is something caitlyn has been studying for awhile , it was always her interest.

Caitlyn was autistic , so when she seen something and really got into it it would become her hyperfixation and it would go on for YEARS. And whenever someone mentioned it she would have to bite her lip to shut up and stop herself from talking.

" i got it i know what we can do!" caitlyn said already jumping off of her bed and grabbing something from under her bed 

She pulled out a black poster board and some markers , and crayons. 

"We can print a photo here and then we can write facts on the side you know?" caityn said.

God vi was groaning , complaining. It was going to be a long day but if that meant spending it with caitlyn and getting spoiled with food , snacks and more shit? Oh she was so in.

"Gods how long do you think this is going to take?" vi said laying back on her bed.

Caitlyn just giggled - her tooth gap showing as she did so , could this girl get anymore perfect than she already is ? 

[bxbym3t4l]

Why I think Gem is such an Underrated 'character' in Secret Life

Since she was the newest player in the series I mean she didn't really know the stuff other people do for lore and shit, her whole task where she had to open the end portal she did some cool lore stuff with that but didn't take it too seriously, saying she had to use her OWN eye to fill the last ender eye slot, I mean thay itself has some shit about her orgins in the life series and if u check her different colour skins for the game it shows it did have some impact on her

^ to continue on the stuff about her skin u can see how there is a skulk like texture going on her arm and stuff which is probably again, an impact from changing her own eye into an ender eye and messing with supernatural shitLike 4 episodes after this lore stuff she gets the bogeyman curse where she has to eliminate and kill almost everyone on the server, it turns into an apocalypse, and I personally think she's an underappreciated villan, After though everyone thanks her, everyone that she did kill and put I the apocalypse which could be some sort of aftereffect, but for Grian he's the only one (out of the people she talks to) that is 'mad' at her even though she didn't even kill him. The Finale is also so important to her lore and stuff, In the finale Grian attacks Her, Impulse and Scott, which makes it a 1v3 and in the end they end up killing Grian, her alliance with the mounders (Joel, Bdubs, and Pearl (well also Mumbo but Mumbo is already dead at this point)) is broken, including her alliance with her best friend Pearl. Which obviously had some impact on her because she THOUGHT that at the end Pearl would make a choice to try and be on friendly terms with Gem, Since it would be her characters first time seeing a perm death of her friend when Impulse dies she's obviously devastated and turned to Scott and went something along the lines of "he's dead Scott why'd they kill him!!" after Impluse dies, (and everyone else) The final 4 are Scott, Gem, Pearl and Scar (Scar being the supposed Villian of the whole series) and Gem had the least amount of hearts out of Scar, Pearl and herself, but had more than Scott, Scott asked her to kill him so that she could have a higher chance of winning, Making it to the final 3 and devastated by another death of a friend but also having much more materials to fight. She thought that "I can't kill Pearl, Pearl is gunna win this", And when she goes to fight with Scar, both Scar AND Pearl try to fight her. She feels betrayed and teleports away with an enderpearl, they both follow her, Scar and Gem fight it ou with Pearl just watching from the sidelines, When Pearl did join in Gem said "2v1 you guys are gross!!" Right before she died, The fandom is always saying she was such a hypocrite, but both times, she DIDNT initiate the fight, each time she didn't. have. a. choice. PLUS even if she did start the fight she was just mourning the loss of 3 of her greatest allies, Impulse and Scott who are dead and Pearl who betrayed her. I just find Gem such an Underrated 'Villan' because for Scar he was the "Villan" because it's what the role forced him to do, but Gem realistically in the apocalypse thing, could have only killed one Person and not led it like an army, She chose to lead them, Because she only had to kill one person and help the second person with the kill.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk

(This is all MY interpretation of how her lore makes sense, don't try and fight me)

Also if we think about the few lore implications with how they show how she didn't tell Impulse what she was going to go do, it could show that with her character, with Secret life being her first full experience it would have impacted her ability to trust and be honest.

(Again most of this is normal stuff that the creators do in the SMP I just enjoy writing lore for their characters based on how they act)

[stinkycartman]

hey who's ready for another stupidly long post but this time its about the goth kids??? ii think lets start off with Michael i do not see a lot of fanart or acknowledgements of him being wasian then again im not sure i'm too deep into the goth kid side of the fandom for that so my apologies if im wrong here.. but on that note he is wasian, we do see his dad with curly hair but i think it's much funnier that 1. he either gets a perm or 2. he wakes up extra early to curl it every morning. to me he is 100% trad goth, the fits, the makeup all of it. I think maybe he leans more into 1980s trad goth, and his make-up wouldn't be as extravagant as some trad goth makeup if that makes sense?? not as heavy. i think he'd thrift a lot of pieces, it's the best place to find those old vintage outfits, good for cheap trench coats which is a STAPLE in his wardrobe. Definitely shoulder pads and going for that sort of triangular silhouette. i know he's listed as edwardian gothic in his wiki but i just feel like... 1980s trad trust me wink face. Going next to Pete his outfit is a little fancier just going based of the bolo tie because um... so i'm kind of swapping the fashion here and saying Pete kind of leans into a more victorian kind of goth, once again maybe less fanciful seeing as he's only 10 or however old a fourth grader is. More button-ups with frilly sleeves and like frilly necklines, like a vampire but dont you dare. ever EVERR imply his fashion is vampiric. I do, like all of the other kids, believe he does take a lot of fashion from trad goth though of course. I think he already wears platforms?? I'm not sure whats going on with his shoes but i think he wears them eitherway. Big teased hair, always looks like he's mildly balding when roots come in but it's not as bad as it would be if he was blonde. Henrietta im so avoiding firkle... ANYWAY!!! Henrietta, trad goth makeup BUT i think she'd lean more into romantic goth fashion, big sleeves and long dresses with lots of jewlery. She has that pretty extravagant trad goth makeup that Michael doesn't do, white base heavy eyeliner (this is despite her character being the only one to actually not wear eyeliner..) but you know!! the works!! we already see her with colored lipstick so i think she'd continue to use the funky colors on her lips. Henrietta for sure rocks a bats nest and soo so much of that got2b hairspray, like that is STAYING in place. not budging at all. firkle... i know he's considered to be the most goth out of them but he's also like 5 years old??? I don't know if he'd really delve too deep into any category BUT trad goth. A much more casual approach to it though becauese again he's 5!!!!!!! he probably uses his moms makeup and has like eyeshadow on his lips. Either that or he got one of henriettas old purple lipsticks. his PC design is definetely way more hardcore, like full of tattoos and piercings so i like to believe he constantly rocks fake tattoos and like those little glue-on balls.. that'd be cute. I'm not so sure it'd be easy to thrift trad goth clothes for little little kids so i'm guessing he has a lot of like normal looking clothes that are just black or got onesof his parents to do diy stuff. dont know but he's probably the coolest kindergartner in the world. absolutely gives himself stick and pokes and piercings in the school bathroom. im more scene myself but have really been getting into 1980s trad goth lately and have always been in the goth space .. maybe I AM firkle

[demonprincesuteishi]

The Zettai BL people are posting lots of promo and behind-the-scenes stuff on instagram now that season 3 is just around the corner. Which means…Sekoguchi Ryo in the full high school getup as Hatano!

Hell yes!

There are also some photos of Inukai Atsuhiro and Ito Asahi in some bonkers fringed shirts with perm-ish hairdos that seem like they must be from the new opening credits sequence.

There has always been a fifth spot in the opening credits in addition to Inukai, Ito, Yutaro, and Shiono Akihisa. In season 1 it was filled, somewhat randomly, by the guy whose character comes to the same goukon at a karaoke place as Mob. In season 2 it was filled by Izuka Kenta, who doesn’t seem to be around in season 3. You get where this is going. Sekoguchi Ryo ought to be the fifth guy in the opening number. I mean, it would make the most sense. So maybe we’ll be seeing Sekoguchi in a fringey shirt and a pseudo-perm? Time will tell.

[malarkgirlypop]

MEDIC Part 16 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

Hey guys, listen it's gonna get happy soon, hehe, maybe. Oh god I just keep writing sad stuff. I swear I am so happy and funny in real life! I just like to dump all of my feelings and sadness onto Emily, cause then it isn't my problem but hers and she's not real so... my problems aren't real. OK! ahahah. Also I am so so so so sorry for this is the slowest slow burn of all time, if you are here for romance I am totally sorry. I just want them to kiss, but then it isn't the right time, like idk if I make them get together while she is just going through it. Plus I feel so mean for Don he always helps her and he's just fine. IDK ahhh a lot going on up in my brain. Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to anyone involved.

Tag list: @next-autopsy, @xxluckystrike (let me know if anyone else wants to be on the tag list 🥰, totally understand if you don't, this is the most depressing story and if you're having a good day I'm sure it will ruin it.)

Emily stands from her crouched position, striding over to the Nazi soldier. She stands over his body, tilting her head to analyse the dead man. But she doesn’t see a man nor a human. She sees filth. Pig scum who was a waste of space and air. She kicks his leg hard, but he stares up at the sky. Emily bends down picking up the gun slung across his body, she yanks it free. She checks the ammo, seeing the gun is still full, she scavenges over the body taking his magazine. She stands tall walking to where the assault happens, she strolls past her own men who yell at her to take cover. They look at each other confused, wondering why the medic is holding a German gun and walking straight into fire. She spots a group of German soldiers who take cover behind a hay bale. Her finger squeezes the trigger spraying the men in fire. She watches as they fall like dominos. She moves to where they were, firing more shots into the bodies to ensure they are dead. A round fires near her all missing, she scoffs, turning her attention to where the shots came from. Emily picks up her gun, shooting the men down one by one. She marches over to where they were stationed. One man that she had missed scrambles back from her, she notes he looks young, like the boy who’s blood covered her face and chest. She pins the boy to the floor, getting in his face.

“This is for them!” She snarls as she pulls the pistol from her pocket. 

She gets up from the now lifeless body picking up her discarded semi-automatic weapon, continuing on her warpath. She walks back out into the opening as if taunting the men to shoot. She stands with dead eyes, her hair loose from the vigorous movement, blowing across her face. Her men stampede either side of her, taking the advantage she just created for them. She tosses her now empty gun to the side but still grips her pistol tightly. A firm grip lands on her shoulder. She doesn’t hesitate, whipping around, she aims the gun right at the man's head. Familiar eyes locking onto hers.

I hold the pistol right between Malarkey’s eyes, the tang of blood on my tongue and the stench of copper on my clothes. I exhale shakily, eyes frantically darting around. 

“Em, you’re ok!” Malarkey grips the barrel moving it down from his face. 

I step back, dropping the gun to the ground. I take in my hands tacky with blood, I go to wipe them on my front but the green uniform is stained red. Tears spring to my eyes, my heart pounds in my ears. What happened? I look again at my hands, they shake as I recollect the scene that just unfolded. I killed those men. I killed a young boy. I caused the life to leave from his eyes. I shake my head, frantically trying to wipe the blood from my hands, it won’t leave my skin. I drop to my knees tearing at my clothes trying to find my canteen. I pull it from my belt pouring the water over my hands, I desperately rub them together to wash away the stains. I grab at my button’s needing to get the smell that permeates in my nose off my body. I shake violently, unable to unfasten the buttons. “Help me!” I beg Malarkey who watches me with a sympathetic look on his face. He kneels in front of me, undoing my shirt, he helps me to pull it off. I touch my fingers to my face, finding more blood. I pour water from my canteen onto my hand rubbing the liquid into my face. I sob as I wash. Snot mixing in with the blood and tears. I tear at my skin not feeling clean enough. My wrists are grasped. 

“Em, please stop, you’re hurting yourself!” Malakey begs me. I gasp for air in between sobs. 

“What did I do?” I choke out. Malarkey and I kneel in the open field as he holds my wrists. The sound of gunshots slowly dissipating. He shakes his head, unable to find the words to tell me, not knowing how to put what he saw. 

“I killed those men?” I ask, not believing my blurry memories. 

“Em you weren’t yourself.” Malarkey tries to explain. I wasn’t there, felt like I was pushed back into my mind and I lost all control. Like falling asleep. 

“I murdered those people, Don. This is their blood. I… killed them.” I hyperventilate, shaking my head. Trying to rid my mind of the images that flash behind my eyelids. I gag, retching the contents of my stomach onto the ground. Don watches, sitting helplessly in front of me. “I can’t, I can’t.” I muffle my screams behind my hand. I curl over myself. Pressing my head to the ground. I grip at the grass underneath, hoping that something will help my world stop spinning. I dig my nails into the ground tearing at the earth. I sob uncontrollably, choking on my own breaths. I have never felt this pain in my life. Like my soul is being torn from me. Like everything is being ripped from my body. Unbearable. I wail. Unconsolable.

“EM!” Don pleads with me. He moves to my side, raising me from my hunched position on the ground. He presses me into him, my chest against his. His hands in my hair, pressing my face into his neck. I sob still. His hands rub circles on my back, soothing my hair down. Don rocks us. 

“Em this is not your fault. Shhh you’re alright.” He coos in my ear. I hiccup, the cries easing from my throat. I feel the tears still sliding down my face, pooling on his shirt. I grip at him, Don stops my world spinning. I hold on for dear life, worried he could slip away if I loosen my grip. 

“I’m so sorry.” I whisper, into the air. I send it out into the universe.

“I’m so sorry.” I see the men's faces, cold and still. Young men, lives ahead of them, I took it. Their chance to live. I took their opportunities. I took a mother’s son, a sibling, a friend. I can’t justify my actions, there was no rationale, no means. I took advantage of the hatred I held and turned it against them. They were following orders, just like our men, just like me. I was the one out of line, I did not follow my orders. I look up at Don, his eyes meet mine. No disappointment in his face, just sorrow. The other men come back, the assault is over. We need to keep moving to Noville. If we sit out in the open we make ourselves more vulnerable. I hear crunching footsteps approach us. 

“Let’s get moving.” Lip says to Don. I move to get up but Don holds me close. I look up at him, I nod my head, showing him I’m fine. He lets me go, I move to stand. I shudder looking at my clothes. I lift my head trying to distract myself. I still feel the blood coating my skin. I just want to get somewhere I can change. We walk in silence, Don close to my side. We hang back from the rest of the men. I’m ashamed, I don’t want them to see me like this, covered in blood. That is a normal state for me but this feels different, this blood was not shed from a wound I was trying to fix. It was shed from maleficence, my malice, my hatred. Lip walks in front of us, casting his glance back every so often to make sure I’m still there. I can’t read his expression, but I know he is disappointed, all of the men will be. 

We set up camp in one of the houses on the outskirts of town. By the time we reach it night has fallen. I wait outside by myself asking Don to go and get me a new uniform, I don’t want to be paraded through the house in my blood soaked clothes and skin. 

He re-emerges out of the house holding clean clothes for me.

“There is a stream not too far away, would you want to go wash there?” Don asks, I nod. There were no showers or places for me to wash here. I would take a cold stream over anything else. I followed behind him, he still held my clothes for me. We used a small torch to light our way. We didn’t talk on our journey, but it was short, we arrived at the stream soon enough. Snow covered the ground but thankfully the stream hadn’t frozen over due to the running water through it. He placed my clothes on a rock.

“I will wait for you up on the bank.” He said and left. I stripped down to my underwear, untying my hair from its bun. I took off my shoes and socks last. My feet burning from the cold underneath my soles. I stepped tentatively into the stream, gasping at the coldness. I walked further in the water coming to my waist. It was freezing, my breathing quickened due to how cold it was. I took a deep breath and sank beneath the water. I didn’t stay under long, my urge to gasp from the cold forcing me to resurface again. My teeth chattered but I persisted. I scrubbed my skin from the dried blood. I washed my face, my hair, and my hands. Washing away all of the bloodshed I'd caused. I didn’t realise it but I was sobbing as I washed. I slipped under the water again, my body now more used to the cold. It was quiet under the surface, muffled and muted from the outside world. My heavy bones felt light floating in the water. But I couldn’t hold my breath forever, I needed to surface at some point and face the world again. That felt all too real. I broke the surface, gulping in air. My body was numb by this point from the cold. I needed to get changed before I got too cold. I stood moving back to the edge, walking out, I dried myself with the towel that Don had brought for me. He was always so thoughtful, and I had pushed him away. Guess I didn’t learn my lesson last time. Luckily I couldn’t push him away so easily, we were in the same company, I had to see him everyday. I got dressed quickly, making my way back up to where Don waited for me. A soft smile formed on his lips seeing me clean again. He opened his mouth to say something but I walked into his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into me. He stayed quiet but wrapped his arms around my back squeezing me. 

“I’m so sorry, Don.” I whispered into his neck, “I was being selfish. I pushed you away. But I don’t want to be apart from you.” Tears ran down my cheeks as we held each other still. “I want to remember them with you. I don’t want to forget them.” His hand rubbed up and down my back. 

“We will remember them, Em. Those guys will be with us forever.” He said softly into my hair. He knew exactly how to comfort me. I pulled back to smile at him, his thumb brushing away the tears on my cheeks. 

“As long as you have me, we won’t forget. And you can’t get rid of me that easily.” He grinned at me, making me laugh tearily. 

“I don’t want to get rid of you.” I shook my head. “I’ve decided to keep you, for as long as I can.” He grinned at me nodding his head. 

We made our way back to the house. The building was warm due to all the bodies packed into it. I was ready to crash, I had been running on fumes for days. The quiet chatter died when we walked back into the house, I was very aware of all of the eyes watching me. I walked closer to Don trying to hide behind him, but it was no use. I looked down at my feet as we walked, finally making it to where Don had saved a spot for us on the floor. What were they thinking? They had all seen it happen, so surely they all knew about it. Did they hate me now? See me as a monster? I bit my lip nervously, thoughts swirling in my head. Don’s warm hand landed on top of mine, he gave me a reassuring smile. I nodded not needing to speak, we both knew what we were saying without words. 

“Do you mind?” Malarkey said loudly turning to the group of men, they all looked away from us, their chatter resuming. I laid down, resting my head on my bag, he pulled the blanket over the both of us, resting beside me.        

“Tomorrow will be easier.” He squeezed my hand before rolling over away from me. I fell asleep not long after. Tomorrow will be easier.  

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Chapter 17

[tracial-skunk]

Medical procedures we'd like to transition our race...

if we ever could transition medically. Ya girl ain't got the money for that

First and foremost is rhinoplasty, aka cosmetic nose surgery. A flatter broader nose. Unsure if they even do that or if its just uncommon...

Eye color changing surgery or colored contacts! Preferably surgery to be permanent. It's high risk but its been done before, they basically insert the colored lense into your eye to cover the existing color to darken it. To lighten it they shave off a layer!! yikes!!

Tanning! this is a huge one!! I don't need to be Dark dark but I'm very pale currently and want to at least look mixed... full black is the goal but I'll take what I can get...

Hair stuff is weird since we already have curly hair? I suppose I'd get a perm or start wearing wigs or something to more mimic the kinky texture I want. Are hair transplants a thing?

if anyone needs me I'll be daydreaming of transitioning and stealthing... -🦨

[dootznbootz]

just so you know, YOU'RE 🫵 the reason i draw odysseus with very curly hair now. I imagined him with slightly curly hair before,, but now he has CURLY hair. You once mentioned how sometimes he even has perm and i haven't been the same since.

And i love it it's genuinely so much fun to draw

YEAH!!!! I love curly curly curl curly Q you do!!!!

He gets it from his mom and Ctimene has it too! It's a "Hermes descendant" thing >:D Another Hermes thing is Freckles which they all have >:D

It's mostly because of the "Hyacinths in full bloom" as WOW that's PRETTY. (part of where "Pretty boy conman" comes from)

It gets frizzy a lot and he'll often just shove it into his Pileus. (Thick curly hair needs a LOT of care. It's literally because of the "divinity" in him that it's not a constant mess) Man is kind of like Merida with curls (not color though!)

It's long too and it's where some of his brain is >:D he's like Samson where if you cut it, he loses his power. He get stupid :P

To ME, it's basically THIS but longer, and sometimes gets "poofier" depending on stuff like weater, bedhead, hathair, HELMET hair, etc. (Or straight up like Wolfy's new Art except more red/brown as I basically SCREAMED "That's it!!! It's a mane of HAIR!!! LONG AND CURLY!!!! lksdjf lkdsj " )

I think it's kind of funny/ironic for his hair to be a "mane" despite the fact that he's never described like a lion in the Iliad (from what I remember) while the other men were. He's the one that has a literal lion's mane but he's never compared to one because...personality. He's described as one in Odyssey but still!!! It's IRONY!!!! >:D Plus it's Penelope's favorite fidget/stim and Baby Telemachus' favorite thing to yank >:D

A cute little thing 🥺 I have long hair and one thing I used to do was "hide in it" from my family to play and be silly in. When Odysseus and Ctimene are really little they did the same with their parents 😭 Especially as they can "hide easier" by just flopping the giant curls over their faces. They thought they were sneaky 🥺

[dollarbin]

The Dollar Bin At 200

I'm a high school teacher by day, the old fashioned kind who makes my students read actual books. And so they have all kinds of excuses when it comes to why they did not do their homework.

They assure me, earnestly, that they "did most of it." They explain that they "totally did it but that they didn't really get it." They "literally didn't even know we had any. Serious!"

I love 'em. And they are full of crap.

My favorite homework excuse is the one I hear most often: "I, like, totally didn't have time." These are kids who have memorized the lyrics to every song Chappell Roan has ever written; they swap elaborate doodles of me getting eaten by Humbaba (Humbaba is a real dude: read The Epic of Gilgamesh); they invent new hairstyles daily; they concoct competing slang words for Mr Darcy's wet chest.

In other words, they have plenty of time in which to do their homework. They just don't do it.

The same is true for all of you people out there who have yet to read all 200 of the Dollar Bin's posts. I'm talking about you: yeah, you. I see you. And I like you. But I don't want to see you fail my class. So don't give me any more excuses.

I know: you've got a job, kids, pets, and grandmas. But all that stuff can wait because it's high time you adjusted your priorities, accepted responsibility and read my last fifty posts.

Here's a handy guide to the assignment:

I gave in and loved The Indigo Girls.

Joni Mitchell, foretold my airborne doom, cast a sinister spell, wrote a hit in any language, made fairly repulsive 80's dance music and sang Dylan better than Dylan.

I freaked out over Lal and Mike Waterson and at Steve Cropper.

Nils Lofgrin's dated a teenybopper and Flipped our tiny minds.

I started an in-depth look at Neil Young's Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere with an explanation of my driving habits, then moved on to the record's riskiest song. I still need to settle in and write about the rest of the record. I also roundly condemned Neil's latest music (and Ringo's!), found previously unnoticed riffs in his old stuff, and promoted a new artist, CMAT.

I set my manhood alongside that of The Boss and found that the results were favorable. Then I recommended that the Staple Singers sue Madonna.

Steeleye Span got another dose of my coveted praise, as did Richard Thompson and Linda Ronstadt. Even the lowly and forever permed Don Henley got a little love.

I insulted The Beatles by unfavorably comparing them to the sexual predator in Peter, Paul and Mary and insulted The Stones for good measure. Then I sang their praises.

Rita Coolidge got my nod of appreciation, as did Carole King's Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow. Even Sandy Denny's rambling demos changed my life and Elvis Costello helped me lambaste our dumb president. We mourned the passing of The Band's Garth Hudson, and David Crosby felt the sting of my wrath, as did Shakey's ozempic line dancing record.

Leonard Cohen's Songs of Love and Hate got the royal treatment through one, two, three, four and, would you believe it, five different posts. I tried, but failed, to swing the election via Woody Guthery and when that didn't work out I took solace in Paul Simon's version of progressive patriotism.

I lamented Jay Farrar's lack of follow through and explained why Led Zeppelin 4 is forever filed under Sandy Denny in my collection. Pink Floyd got an honorable mention for taking their shirts off and Otis Redding had a well deserved moment of Dollar Bin glory.

Fairport Convention's reunion record overcame my initial doubts and Karen Dalton's B-Sides were recognized. The same went for Paul McCartney's disco ode to the year I turned 8 and Vasti Bunyon's train song.

So, get out your homework planners, everyone: it's time to meet your academic responsibilities in The Dollar Bin.