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your-local-simp-writers · 8 months ago

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A Little Sunshine and Some Explosions

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Warnings: None

Katsuki Bakugo x Fem!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The vibrant hues of autumn blanketed U.A. Academy as you made your way across campus, the cool breeze dancing around you and rustling the leaves underfoot. The air was rich with the smell of pumpkin spice, and laughter echoed from groups of students sharing their Halloween plans. It felt like everyone was caught up in the spirit of the season, and you couldn’t help but feel that familiar buzz of excitement tingling in your chest.

You approached your dorm, anticipation bubbling inside you as you unlocked the door. The moment you stepped inside, the warmth of the room enveloped you. Katsuki Bakugo was sprawled on your couch, his muscular frame taking up a substantial portion of the seat. His signature scowl was set in place as he scrolled through his phone, completely engrossed. The sight made you smile; it was comforting to see him in a familiar environment, surrounded by your own Halloween decorations—a mishmash of pumpkins, string lights, and cheesy ghost cutouts that you had hung up just a few days ago.

“Hey, idiot,” he grunted, his eyes still glued to the screen as you kicked off your shoes and flopped down beside him.

“Hey, Katsuki! Are you ready for Halloween?” you chirped, unable to keep the excitement from your voice. You could practically feel your smile radiating through the air.

He finally glanced over, eyebrows raised, clearly unimpressed. “We’re just picking out pumpkins, right? This isn’t some Halloween parade.”

“Of course! But I thought we could carve them together afterward, and maybe bake some spooky cookies? It’ll be fun!” You reached for a pumpkin-shaped cookie cutter you’d set on the table, holding it up with pride.

Bakugo rolled his eyes, but you caught the slight twitch of his lips that hinted he was fighting back a smile. “Why would I wanna bake cookies when we could just order takeout? It’s Halloween; I’m not wasting my time on baking when I could be blowing stuff up.”

“Blowing stuff up is not on the agenda, mister!” you said, shaking your head as you leaned closer to him. “It’s about having fun! And you can’t deny that pumpkin cookies are the best.”

“Whatever. You’re a dork,” he shot back, but his tone was lighter than before, the corners of his mouth betraying him again.

You turned your attention to the assortment of pumpkins on the table, looking for the perfect one to carve. “So, I was thinking about our costumes. You’ll be Bowser, right? I can’t wait to be Princess Peach!”

“Peach? Seriously?” He raised an eyebrow, looking genuinely puzzled. “You wanna wear a frilly pink dress? Do you even have any idea how ridiculous that sounds?”

“Yes! It’ll be adorable! And don’t pretend you don’t want to wear the Bowser costume. It’ll be hilarious!” You beamed at him, knowing you could break through his tough exterior if you just kept pushing a little.

He let out an exasperated sigh, but you could see the hint of interest flickering in his eyes. “Yeah, and I’ll look like an idiot.”

“An adorable idiot,” you corrected with a playful nudge. “I have a plan to make it epic!”

Bakugo crossed his arms, still pretending to be uninterested, but you could see the way he leaned in slightly, as if he was genuinely intrigued. “What’s the plan then, oh great costume designer?”

You laughed, moving to your closet and rummaging through your supplies. “Well, since I have curly brown hair, I thought we could dye my hair for the costume! I need to be the real Princess Peach, and that means I need to look the part!”

Bakugo raised an eyebrow, his gaze steady. “You think dyeing your hair is gonna make you look like a princess?”

“Of course! I’m going to bleach it first and then add some cute pink streaks!” You held up the bottles of bleach and dye, your eyes sparkling with excitement. “And you get to help me!”

“Help you?” He scoffed, leaning back against the couch with a dismissive expression. “You think I’m gonna sit around while you turn your hair into a rainbow?”

“Come on! It’ll be fun! Plus, it’s Halloween, and you can’t just say no to your adorable girlfriend,” you said, grinning widely.

“Don’t use that on me,” he grumbled, but there was an unmistakable warmth in his voice that made you feel giddy inside. You knew he was softening, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

With a triumphant smile, you grabbed a chair and placed it in front of your bathroom mirror. “Alright, let’s get started! You can be my dye assistant!”

He begrudgingly stood up, his gruff demeanor still in place, but you caught the slight hint of a smile on his lips as he followed you. “Just don’t get any of this on me,” he warned, crossing his arms again as you set everything up.

“I promise I won’t! Just sit still, and don’t complain too much,” you replied, trying to keep a straight face as you prepared the bleach.

As you began the process, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Bakugo. He was watching intently, and despite his grumpy exterior, you sensed a certain fondness in his gaze. “You know,” you said, trying to fill the silence, “I really appreciate you helping me with this. I know it’s not your usual thing.”

“Don’t think I’m doing this for you,” he shot back, but his tone was less harsh than usual, and you could see the way he fought back a smile. “I just don’t want you to look like a total idiot.”

You giggled as you applied the bleach, careful to follow the instructions. “You say that, but I know you’re secretly enjoying this. I can tell!”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it. “I’ll enjoy it even more if it doesn’t take forever. Just don’t mess it up.”

After a while, the bleach was ready to be rinsed out, and as you moved to wash your hair, you caught his eye in the mirror. “See? It’s not so bad being a little creative. Halloween is all about fun!”

Bakugo just shrugged, trying to act tough. “Fun doesn’t mean looking like a clown.”

“Maybe for you,” you teased, splashing some water playfully toward him. He flinched back, eyebrows furrowing as a drop hit his arm.

“Hey! Watch it, idiot!” he snapped, but you could see the amusement dancing in his eyes.

Once your hair was rinsed and ready for the dye, you held up the pink dye with a triumphant grin. “Now for the best part!”

Bakugo crossed his arms again, watching with a mix of skepticism and curiosity. “Are you sure this is gonna look good? I don’t want to be the one who has to tell you it’s a disaster.”

“Trust me, it’ll look amazing!” You applied the dye carefully, trying to keep your hands steady as you worked. “And it’ll look even better with your Bowser costume.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he replied, but you could tell he was softening, that glimmer of interest growing as he watched you work.

When you finished, you stepped back and admired your handiwork in the mirror, your hair now a lovely shade of pastel pink with soft curls framing your face. You turned to Bakugo, your heart racing. “How does it look?”

He stepped closer, scrutinizing your hair with a serious expression. “It actually looks decent,” he admitted, his voice gruff but with a hint of something warmer beneath it. “Not that I care or anything.”

You laughed, your joy spilling over as you turned back to the mirror, fluffing your hair with your hands. “See? I told you it would be worth it!”

“Now you just need a crown or something,” he muttered, still trying to maintain his grumpy facade but failing as he watched you with a hint of pride in his eyes.

“Right! Let’s find some accessories to complete the look. We need to make sure everyone knows who you’re dressed as!” You grabbed a bag filled with random Halloween decorations and began rummaging through it.

As you searched, Bakugo leaned against the doorframe, watching you with a relaxed posture that you didn’t often see. “You really like this, huh?” he asked, almost contemplative.

“Absolutely! It’s my favorite time of year. Plus, spending time with you makes it even better,” you replied, your sincerity shining through.

He glanced away, but you could see the faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. “Don’t go getting all mushy on me,” he grumbled, but there was no bite in his words.

You found a glittery crown that you’d made a few years back and placed it atop your head, spinning around dramatically. “Ta-da! Princess Peach, at your service!” You giggled, trying to mimic a royal voice.

Bakugo couldn’t help but chuckle, his scowl finally breaking. “You look ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously cute!” you shot back, playfully sticking out your tongue. “Now let’s find your Bowser accessories. I’m thinking something fierce!”

You rummaged through the bag until you found a pair of spiky wristbands. “Perfect! These will make you look intimidating!”

Bakugo took them, inspecting them closely before smirking. “I guess they’ll do. Just don’t expect me to act all goofy like you.”

“Aw, come on! Just a little bit of goofy is good for the soul!” you replied, bouncing on your toes with excitement. “How about a scary roar when we show up at the party?”

“Don’t push it,” he warned, but there was an unmistakable spark of mischief in his eyes.

As you moved to adjust the crown in the mirror, you felt a sudden burst of warmth in your heart. You turned to Bakugo, who was staring at you with an intensity that made your stomach flutter. “Thanks for spending time with me today. I know you could be doing anything else.”

He shrugged, a slight smile forming on his lips. “Don’t think it’s because I like you or anything. I just figured I’d make sure you don’t screw this up.”

“Right, right,” you teased, enjoying the banter. “But I’ll take it! Let’s have the best Halloween ever, Bowser and Peach style!”

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biggest-squidd · 1 month ago

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MY FIRST POST EEEEEEE !!! (I'm new here idk)

And it's just me YAPPING about my rottmnt human designs heh..

My explanations belowwww :3

First of all, I'll talk about my fav Leo: His specific haircut in this is just a bleached buzz based off of the fact that in one of the 2nd season eps, he grows like.. blonde hair from a potion but then it turns evil and he has to shave it off fully. I don't think he would be a natural blonde, hence his darker eyebrows. He'd be more similar to Donnie in hair color. I also added birthmarks (which uhhh, would probably never happen organically but idc) in place of his usual slider markings.. but only on his face,not his arms. No Adam's apple is also intention bc I hc him as trans :P I also usually give him a little blue triangle earring but uh, I forgot it..

Donnie: I had to give him the huge forehead, obviously, he has thicker eyebrows too bc.. he also draws those on his mask so, I had to do him justice. Hair back in a bun bc I feel like he would just get mad and overstimulated with all that hair in his face, but he also hates the experience and feeling of getting his hair cut. He's wearing his own (Donnietech™️) headphones he made bc he's still a mega genius or whatever. I *did* make his proportions a bit wonky though heh... he was the first one I drew.

Then Mikey: I really should have given him more like.. jewelery but lets be fr, I didn't even draw him a shirt. I gave him vitiligo bc of his markings (ik they're on his arms in the show but I put them on his face as well). He dyes his hair and eyebrows, he usually styles it, he's very artsy. He doesn't have any in how I drew him, but I feel like he'd put all kinds of things in his hair js for the fun of it. I gave him a little bright blue earring to match the sticker on his plastron (which isn't a star but, it's still cute). The other earring is a pizza slice. His vitiligo is also on the other side of his face, I just didn't draw it :p

Then Raph: His design is pretty simple.. squarish head for his shape language in the show, some faint scars bc he's a brawler so yk, snaggletooth like his mutant form. I also gave him a durag to match his red bandana he wears in the show and I gave it a big bow bc he's cutsey like that. His shirt also represents his plastron in a way, with the jagged edges and shtuff.

All of them have splinter's *human* nose bc they share direct DNA with him in this ver, so I wanted to make them look a bit like him... they don't too much though 😭 also, I tried to convert their show skin tone into human skin tone but raph and leo were like... 80 shades lighter than Don and Mikey, so I darkened them a bit more. They DO however, all have slightly different skin tones. Js bc I wanted to lol

#rise of the tmnt #tmnt #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt #human version #art #squiddinks #squiddyaps

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quibbs126 · 1 year ago

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And now I have made a part 3 of the human Cookies, this time featuring the Legendaries

You know I’m noticing that recently I’ve been drawing a lot more. I mean I’ve drawn 3 pieces in the last two days and I drew stuff last week. Seems my medication is at least helping something, even if it’s not me doing actual work to get my life together like my parents hoped. But hey, it personally makes me happy I’m drawing more, so it’s at least somewhat of a win

I think I was spurred on to do this one because I was playing around with the Mii maker on my 3DS, and I was making Cookies and started making the Legendaries

I will say, the Legendaries are probably some of the more difficult characters to translate into normal humans, since their designs are more fantastical. Almost all of their hair is made of something not normal, like fire, grass or water, so I have to try and make it at least semi-cohesive. It also means a lot of hair dye

I admit, while Wind Archer doesn’t look terrible, he does look very boring, like a generic guy. But frankly I just don’t see him using hair dye, or getting a lot of piercings. He doesn’t feel like someone who would to me, and so he looks boring

On the subject of designs I’m not satisfied with, I think Sugar Swan came out the worst. I just legit didn’t know what to do with her design. I’m a proponent of short haired Sugar Swan, so I gave her that, but I don’t think it turned out the best. I also wasn’t sure how to incorporate all the wings and swan thing on her head. I got that but it’s not that great

Originally in Sugar Swan’s spot was Millennial Tree, but he wasn’t turning out great so I tried doing Sugar Swan in his spot. Maybe that spot was just cursed or something

I think my personal favorite of the bunch is Sea Fairy, I think she turned out fun. Honestly I can see her going either way with the hair dye, so might as well just give her the blue. The buzz cut thing was actually something I got from another Sea Fairy design that I really like. I was debating between her having black or dirty blonde hair, but I eventually settled on the blonde

Moonlight and Stardust were pretty fun. With Stardust, I wasn’t sure whether I should have him dye his whole hair blue or have him bleach the front of his hair. I asked on Discord and they said the latter, so that’s what I did. But also note, I realized that if I were to try and give him bleached front and also potentially blue tips, he would have had Yugi Moto anime hair, but just flattened down instead of all spiky. Like I’ve seen people draw Yugi with hair similar to it

I wasn’t really feeling it after Sugar Swan’s failed design, but Fire Spirit got my mojo back, I think he turned out good. And with that I was able to make a Millennial Tree design I liked a lot more (while also looking at someone else’s interpretation of his design and deciding to use locs as well). Maybe not the best but not as bad as it was before

I kind of threw in Frost Queen because last spot and also she is an elemental Legendary. With her, instead of her hair being dyed, it’s supposed to be that her hair has actually turned white from either stress or age, with a tiny bit of her blonde still there at the ends. Don’t know why I picked blonde other than light color though

In my head while I was drawing, I was trying to come up with human things for them to do, but I really only got as far as the Dessert guys and the Wizard guys

Moonlight is the heiress of the “Wizard’s” estate, and she lives there and is the self proclaimed custodian. I’m not really sure what Blueberry Pie and Sugar Glass are doing there, but they’re probably also here. I also don’t know what the estate really is, I just have the idea that it’s a big place that the “Wizards” used as a research place, until they just stopped using it or disbanded or died or something. Stardust meanwhile is either Moonlight’s half brother she didn’t know about, or they’re full siblings who were orphaned and then separated at a young age via the foster care system. Stardust’s journey there would be him learning of his sister and her location and then I suppose hitchhiking his way there until he arrived

Meanwhile, Sugar Swan owns this wildlife preserve, which is the Dessert Paradise (probably goes by another name but I can see “Paradise” still being in the name), meanwhile the Dessert guardians, including Wind Archer, are the other caretakers that manage and guard the preserve. Are they also Sugar Swan’s kids? Maybe, I don’t know. Wind Archer probably is though, and maybe Millie’s his dad, I’m not sure

Frost Queen I think is just an accomplished doctor who lives in a more remote area and takes care of patients with a rare condition that she specializes in the treatment of (and also contracted herself when she was younger). She also just kind of dresses like that I guess

Genuinely I don’t know what Fire Spirit does, he might just be like, Pitaya’s adopted son or works under Pitaya, I don’t know. I can’t see him with much of a job

I imagine Sea Fairy has some sort of job (that she might neglect), but I have no clue what that job would be, since it presumably impacts both Black Pearl and Abyss Monarch in some big way, so like, running an aquarium might be too low stakes. Her crush on Moonlight might be something like she met this cute astronomer one time at some sort of astronomy conference or something, but she doesn’t know where she lives and so doesn’t know how to meet her again. Moonlight also thought she was cute, but again, doesn’t know where she lives

And yeah, I think that’s about it. I hope you enjoy these designs

#cookie run #legendary cookies #wind archer cookie #sea fairy cookie #moonlight cookie #stardust cookie #sugar swan cookie #fire spirit cookie #millennial tree cookie #frost queen cookie #human cookies #my art

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inkegg · 10 months ago

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hey my birthday’s this week and i’m planning on getting my head shaved so do you have any tips for being bald

Crying a bit that I am the source of truth here. But yeah I have a couple tips as someone who just shaves their head in their bathroom.

I use 2 guard all over. If you've never had a buzz cut, I'd recommend a higher guard number, so you don't get too spooked by the change, and you can always work your way down lower. (I used 3 guard for a long time)

If you're going to the barber, they'll ask you if you want a fade, and how you want the back of your neck finished off (round or square) this is all just personal preference.

Since i don't care about these things for myself just go at it in uniform 2 guard, and leave my natural hair growth pattern. (Since I'm in the alternative space, the diy nature of this looks good..) If you are doing it yourself, pay special attention behind your ears, its easy to miss areas there. And have a friend take a look if you can. Otherwise a hand mirror, a cocktail, and a cigar is good enough support.

Now beyond just getting it cut, I recommend getting yourself one of those scalp guys. Buzz cuts are extremely low maintenance however if you struggle with dandruff, there's nothing to hide it with. Scrubbing down your scalp with one of these in the shower helps a ton. (Also as someone who did struggle with dandruff, having a bald/buzzed hair style does help take care of it. So don't let the idea of being exposed discourage you)

Since there is still a bit of hair there, I do shampoo and condition it every once in awhile. But its really not a big thing at this point and you don't need a lot. In general just pay attention to your scalp health and act accordingly. Does it feel itchy, is it flakey, is it greasy. Etc etc.

Additionally if you decide to dye your buzz cut and do fun designs, (i do this somewhat regularly) the bleach has a higher chance of irritating bc its so close to the scalp. So when you're all done hit your head with some lotion. And only condition in the shower for awhile.

And good to note that in the summer you have the chance of getting burned on your head. So wear a hat or put some sunscreen on your scalp.

Otherwise...... very low maintenance hair cut. Showers are like 50% quicker, hair dries within like 5 min so you can take a shower at any time. No need to worry about what to do with your hair. And it's great if you have sensory issues. (I used to hate getting tangled by my hair in bed)

Hope this helps! :>

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viasdreams · 4 months ago

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my hair is mostly okay! thanks for asking, 200 anon. it's just a bit fried but that's not the world. as long as it doesnt start breaking off ! (if it would, i'd prob shave it off again cause having a buzz cut is NICE)

i am mildly allergic to bleach tho so my scalp usually suffers a bit and i get weird little bumps and it hurts for like 4 days after bleaching but i enjoy picking off the bumps on my scalp once it stops hurting!

i fear nothing would stop me from having colorful hair!

-job hunt anon

oooooo if u shave it you can do the fun designs 🤩

#viasdreams #job hunt anon !!#via’s divas

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nghtshroud · 2 years ago

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Getting the lay of the land was always the first step in a successful hunt, especially when it came to newer threats and unknown variables. She'd never throw herself into anything she wasn't certain she was going to win - or, she wasn't certain she'd at least have some fun in doing. So off her drones went, a dull buzzing noise, her eyes in the sky as they piloted through fogged-choked forests in search of her designated target. She sits behind a screen, farther away, as her drone's camera sends back its feed, turning and twisting as she prodded it onward until, There he was. A cloaked figure, one she'd heard plenty of. Her drone lowers, still out of reach, but just enough to catch all the finder details of the Ghost Face. A bleached skull grins down at him and wires spill from between its teeth, as if it was still choking on its own organs, following him along at a steady pace. It circles him, slow and purposeful. The Skull Merchant has come to say hello.

He can hear.. something? A noise he doesn't recognize, like the dull hum of a thousand mosquitoes. Perched atop a boulder Danny has been idle for an unknown amount of time and it was making him antsy. Why had the Entity not thrown him into a trial, yet? He was a good little killer for this thing and it was being a jackass.

There's the noise again. Nothing around here was anything to worry about. The occasional other killer was an instance he'd only experienced a rare few times. This thing apparently made sure of it, so they didn't go off killing one another. Can't keep the dogs all penned up together after all-

Seriously, what the fuck was that noise?!

Finally looking around for the source of the droning hum he looks up and feels like some sort of idiot for doing it, until he spots what he might call some type of fucked up looking helicopter. Except it is really small, and bearing the skull of a human, either piloted by really tiny people or aliens.

His head cants off to the side with silent questions. Was this some new killer? Or maybe it was the Entity fucking around with him. Ha, ha, very funny. Without a knife in hand- sheathed in his boot, for the moment, he makes a gentle shooing motion.

Go away, can't you see he wants to enjoy the foggy, horrible forest in peace?

#(TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS) IC / MAIN #creatureshrieks #danny vc what the FUCK is that #he probably says this a lot where other killers are concerned

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yourdeepestfathoms · 5 years ago

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SIX wings AU headcanons

to avoid confusions with the Other wing AU, i now present a different kind of wing AU, this time with inclusion

Slightly different from the bird wings AU, in which there are now more wing variations

So, there’s five variations of avians: Feathered, scaled, leather, insect, and Flightless

Feathered are the most common, then insect, scale, leather, and Flightless

Feathered: Aragon, with six golden phoenix wings in total; Anne, with two green parrot wings; Jane, with four harpy eagle wings; Maggie, with two magpie wings

Insect: Kitty, with pink butterfly wings; Cathy, with iridescent blue dragonfly wings; Maria, with orange hornet wings

Scaled: Cleves, with red dragon wings

Leather: Bessie, with two black bat wings

Flightless: Joan, with wingbuds curled out from her shoulder blades

From largest to smallest: Aragon, Jane, Kitty, Cleves, Bessie, Maria, Anne, Maggie, Cathy, Joan

Insect wings are a lot tougher than they look, but do get damaged the easiest. However, they usually heal and mend themselves back together within 24 hours

Aragon loves to sunbathe because she believes the sunlight keeps her feathers looking as shiny as they are

Seriously, those things look like they’re actually on fire! They’re beautiful!

Cathy hovers SO MUCH

Kitty’s wings are actually really, really big, and she has a tendency to hit things when she opens them inside

Cleves will give a scale to people she really likes

The only one who has gotten one is Bessie

No shade on the others, but Bessie is just her lovely little bat

Speaking of Bessie, she HATES HER WINGS. Black is a sign of darkness in the wing community, so she’s seen as a demon of sorts.

She has tried to dye her wings, but because they’re more skin than leather/fur it just caused them to burn for hours because of the bleach she used

And then fur started to fall off, so people got grossed out at how patchy they were

Anne and Maggie like to make bird calls for fun

Jane and Aragon can give so many hugs at once!!!!!

Wing hugs are The Best

Most people fly to school/work/wherever and land of the rooftop entrances that mainly all buildings have. There’s also a ground level entrance, of course, which only gets used when it’s raining. Because no one wants their wings wet all day. But also because the Flightless do exist and they need to be able to get into places, too.

Flightless make up about 3% of the avian population, so they’re widely overlooked and don’t get the kinds of accommodations they need

Kitty gets dust everywhere because that shit clings to her wings

Maria’s and Cathy’s wings buzz when they fly

How do the Flightless sleep with their wingbuds? On their stomach or side. Sleeping on their back is extremely pain, as it pushes their wingbuds inwards into their body and could seriously damage their lungs or the wingbuds in general.

Bessie likes to hang upside. It’s a Bat Thing

Aragon, Jane, Maggie, and Anne all molt

Cleves sheds her scales and her wings are all shiny and smooth when she’s done

Bessie also molts but she doesn’t like people seeing because it’s Weird

Joan molts, too, sort of. The skin around her wingbuds will begin to peel and blister and it’s a super uncomfortable process. Usually all the top layer of skin on her back comes off and leaves it pink and raw and it’s Not Fun

Joan’s wingbuds do move! She can flutter them, but she really prefers not to because it’s uncomfortable

Cathy likes to use the feathered girls’s feathers to make quills

Kitty was technically born Flightless, but then she underwent “metamorphosis” and grew in her wings

Joan is extremely jealous

Flightless bodies don’t quite know what to do with themselves. It thinks it has wings, which is why shedding happens with them. So, sometimes feathers or scales or fur or leather or whatever the fuck insect wings are made out of will grow from the wingbuds and then fall out.

Joan absolutely hates this process and rips out whatever may be growing from her buds

All clothing are designed with open backs and holes for wings

You’d think flying with three sets of wings would be problematic, but Aragon is an amazing flier

Cathy hates when people touch her wings because Fragile

The thumbs on Bessie’s wings are fully functional and can grip onto things

Like, when she hugs someone, they can feel the little claws digging in

#wings au #six the musical #six the musical headcanons #six headcanons #catherine of aragon #anne boleyn #jane seymour #anna of cleves #katherine howard #catherine parr #joan on the keys #maria on the drums #maggie on the guitar #bessie on the bass

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angrylizardjacket · 6 years ago

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sabotage {Machine Gun Kelly}

Summary: MGK has a Lot of tattoos, and Tommy Lee does not, at least not for most of when The Dirt is set. It’s no small task covering them all, but being assistant to the man who does cover them means you’re spending a good deal of time with the actor himself, and he’s not what you’re expecting... that is, if you actually knew what to expect.

A/N: 6477 words. alright so i went to im-fucking-db for Accuracy; shout out to: Christine Wada (costume designer), Corey Castellano (makeup department head), and Jorie Malan (key makeup artist). i reference these people in the fic, and i’ll be sure to explain who they are in the fic, but just in case you need a reminder, they’re also here. requested by my dear @luciana-galvez. under a read more because it’s a Monster of a fic. Please give me feedback, and also let me know if you want a part 2??

“You want me to order how much foundation?” It’s nine in the morning and you’ve barely stepped foot into the production meeting when Corey, the head of the makeup department, is tasking you with buying far more foundation than any one production should reasonably need. There’s overestimating and then there’s... this. “What shade?” It’s with an air of defeat that you accept the company credit card and open your laptop.

“Not now; the cast have a fitting at midday, we’ll get shade match them then.” Corey assures, but you keep your laptop open anyways to make notes during the meeting. It passes by fairly uneventfully, at least for you, and by the time you break, it’s already eleven and you’re starving. The corner store a few blocks away serves as a good a place to get lunch as any, and when you turn up to the fitting, half an hour early, you sit yourself in a corner to wait, and start on your sandwich of questionable quality.

You’re pricing bulk order foundation on your phone, still marvelling at the estimate you’d been given for how much you’d need, when the cast starts to filter in, well, the leads. Aside from being one of the makeup artists, you were also Corey’s assistant, which essentially just made you a glorified errand girl for the rest of the makeup team.

Half the costume department was already here, buzzing and agitated like wasps whose nest had been disturbed, and you’re careful to stay out of their way lest you get stung, or smacked for touching the wrong thing. So you’re grateful when the key makeup artist, Jorie, bursts in with ten minutes to spare, and gives a sigh of relief when she sees you. She’s holding a makeup kit in her hands, and when she begins to set up by a mirror out of the way of the costume department, you can see it’s mostly different shades of foundation, a few tubes of lipstick, more smokey eyeshadow-quad pallets than you can shake a stick at, some eyeliner, and a few face paint sticks.

She’s sticking photos to the mirror of the original band in full makeup, and that’s when you start to accept the fact that it’s going to be a very long day.

“You’re late.” The costume department is not about to fuck around, and despite the fact that there’s still five minutes to midday, the costume designer is already reprimanding the newcomer. “And you can’t smoke in here.”

“It’s not midday-” whoever’s walked in is already arguing back, though as you look up, you see him - god he’s so tall, all limbs - backtracking to stub his cigarette out on the screen door frame outside, you think you recognise him. Well, recognise him beyond the fact that you know he’s playing Tommy; you’d seen his bleach blonde head shot with the drummer’s name beneath it on the document Corey had sent out a few months ago, not that you’d given it a detailed look over. You just did what you were told, you could get to know the actors in the process. But as you’re looking at him, something about him does seem... familiar.

“On time is late; five minutes early is cutting it too close,” Christine, the costume designer was fierce, fiercer than any of the actors had expected, though the rest were already trying to hold back their snickers as he got reprimanded before they’d even started, “ten minutes early is on time; gives us all time to get ready.” She finishes, and disappears into another room to start collecting costumes.

“Fucking hell,” he breathes, rolling his eyes and running a hand through his hair, as the tension dropped the moment she had left. The others were grinning, poking fun at him for getting in trouble before they’d even gotten on set.

“’Stina,” Jorie shouts to the costume designer, “who can we start with?” There’s a long pause, and much shuffling and clicking of coat hangers from the costume department.

“The tall one,” Christine shouts back, and reemerges with an arm full of outfits, “Mister Booth, you first.” And the guy playing Nikki Sixx is lead to a dressing room. After a moment, an assistant carrying another set of outfits makes her way towards you and Jorie, but stops short, gesturing for the guy who had just been getting yelled at to step towards you.

“She meant you, Mister - uh, Kelly?” The nervous assistant doesn’t stay long, and scurries off to collect the two remaining actors, leading them through to the costume room as ‘the tall one’ gives a thin smile as he makes his way towards you.

“Not a fan of being called Mister Kelly?” Jorie asks with a knowing smile, and the tension breaks as he sits in the chair in front of the mirror, half smiling, “what about the tall one?” And he actually laughs at that.

“Fuck no, just Colson’s fine,” he relaxes into the chair, gaze meeting yours where you’re scrutinising him in the mirror, partially because, damn, he really is familiar and you can’t put your finger on why, and partially because you’re trying to figure out what foundation he’d use.

“Where do I know you from?”

“Y/N tell me you’re kidding,” Jorie mutters to you, looking up from where she’s leafing through a stack of photos of Tommy, “did you not read the brief-”

“Dude,” you hissed at her, ducking your head and bobbing down to rifle through the makeup box, “I read it months ago, sorry I don’t remember every actor whose name and headshot I see once.”

“You’re so clueless sometimes; you’re meant to be the young one. Hip to the jive, etcetera?” Jorie’s laughing at her own phrasing, not that you can blame her. When you resurface, holding a makeup sponge and five little bottles of foundation all roughly the same shade with slight variations, she’s looking expectantly at you, one eyebrow raised, hand out and gesturing to the blonde in the makeup chair. “It’s- what is it? - Machine Gun Kelly?” She says it like it’s meant to mean something.

“Gesundheit.”

“It’s his name,” she sighed deeply, pulling out a black stick of facepaint.

“Oh. Your parents hippies?” You ask, kneeling beside his chair and gently taking his arm so you could begin swatching the foundations on the back of his hand. After a beat you reconsider before he can get a word in edgewise, “I guess not if machine gun is in there.”

“Stage name,” he explains, but there’s a smile you can hear in his words, amused, and it doesn’t leave his face as he watches you work in the mirror as Jorie is applying the face paint in two stripes on both his cheeks.

“Hence, Colson?” You ask, not looking up, feeling a little foolish, though the stage name is starting to sound familiar to you.

“Yeah, hence, Colson.”

“Stage name for what?” You ask, but the thought is quickly taken over by the next and words spill from you before he can response, “were you all over Twitter a few months ago? I know I know you from somewhere.”

He’s quick to clarify; he’s a rapper, sort of an actor, yes he was ‘all over twitter’ a few months ago because of a ‘thing with Eminem’, his words not yours.

“So you’re kind of famous, huh,” you muse, which makes him chuckle, “well sorry for my terrible introduction; I’m Y/N, by the way.” And you hold out your hand to shake his free one.

“Flirt on your own time, Y/N, did you get a colour match?” Jorie snaps, advancing on him with an eyeshadow brush held threateningly before her. He closes his eyes, but not before seeing you fluster at the accusation. “You’re the one with all the tattoos, aren’t you?” Jorie’s voice is quieter as she focuses on her work, and Colson tells her he is. The makeup artist steps back for a moment, her gaze appraising as she looks him over. “Could we get you to take your shirt off so Y/N can make sure she’s got the right colour foundation for your chest?”

“I wasn’t flirting, I was shaking his damn hand, this isn’t the forties.” You fire back playfully, sitting back on your heels as Colson pulls off his sweater.

“The forties? How old do you think I am?” Jorie squawks, raising her eyebrows at you.

“For your sake, I’m not going to answer,” you say sweetly, accepting it as the makeup artist cuffs you gently on the back of the head, though both she and Colson are laughing at the exchange.

As you look to him, it all starts to finally make sense, recognition dawning on your face as you take in the tattoos painting their way across his skin. All of it would need to be covered for certain scenes in the movie, which would require a lot of foundation.

“You mind if I-” you awkwardly gesture to his chest with the sponge in your hand, and he sits back in the chair.

“Go for it,” and he closes his eyes again as Jorie comes in with the eyeshadow once more. As you apply the foundation near his collar, where there was a patch of uninked skin large enough to get a good comparison from, from the corner of your eye you see his lips twitch into a grimace for the barest moment.

“Sorry it’s cold,” you murmur, and he gives a smile, shrugging it off easily. You find a colour match easily, and it doesn’t take long, so you hand him a makeup wipe as Jorie starts talking at you, about how Corey himself would be handling the tattoo covering but that he wanted you there to help out. Of course you knew you’d need to be there, you’re his assistant after all, and after you note the shade required, you stand back and watch Jorie do her work.

“I wish we had one of the wigs,” she muses, finally stepping away after she’d finished touching up his eyebrows, and you join her where she moves to stand behind his chair, all three of you looking at him in the mirror.

“You did good though,” you nod approvingly, leaning in a little to compare Colson’s reflection to the picture of Tommy taped to the mirror.

“‘Stina,” Jorie calls, “do we have hair coming in later today?”

“At three,” Christine calls back, and finally you look to where she’s standing by the changing room, putting pins into a leather harness that Douglas was wearing; it looked equal parts uncomfortable and sexy, though you know the second part was on purpose the first part would probably be helped by being surrounded by everyone in their own eighties, bordering-on-fetish costumes. You give him a thumbs up, expression pensive as you look him over, and look back to the photo of Nikki by the mirror. It does not seem to ease his discomfort.

“Alright, sounds good, are you ready to send the next one over to us?” Jorie calls back, and after Christine tells Douglas to get changed out of his costume, you send Colson over to her.

“Don’t wipe that off, we can touch it up but we wanna see it with the wig,” you instruct, and he gives a mock salute and a grin, and you feel yourself smiling back. He was a lot... less than his stage name lead you to believe; he had a lot of energy just under the surface, that much you could tell, which meant he had great potential for his role as the over the top drummer, but he had an easy confidence, a level of professionalism that you’re grateful for, and a tattoo of a spider over his nipple, which you’re not sure of the significance of but it amuses you.

And, not to be shallow, though in this industry sometimes you can let yourself be, he’s hot. Though maybe you just had a thing for guys in eyeliner.

Stop.

You were going to be getting up close and personal with him for the next few months as you would probably be helping Corey cover all his tattoos; thirsting over him in eyeliner is the last thing you’re allowed to think about doing. Above all else, you had to stay professional.

And, as the weeks went on, you were successful in that.

Mostly.

“What’s that one about?” You ask, poking at the tattoo of a London bus on his side. He jumped a little at the prod, giving you an amused but rather tired grin as Corey said your name like a warning. It was almost eight in the morning and he was trying to airbrush an even base coat of darker makeup across Colson’s back that you could apply foundation on top of. It was one of the days where he’d be filming shirtless, and ‘even’ was hard to achieve if he kept moving.

“I got hit by a bus.”

“No you didn’t; shut up!” Your eyes shine bright with amusement as you give him a disbelieving grin. He smiles back, sharp, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Did you think I got it immortalised on my fuckin’ body for fun? It hit me full force; I cracked the windshield,” and he sounds almost proud of it, and maybe he is, but you don’t seem to notice how his smile gets a little wider when he hears you laugh.

“And what about this one?” You poke at the spider over his nipple and he squirms a little. Corey says your name, more insistent this time, and you mutter out a half-assed apology, moreso waiting for Colson’s reply.

“That one’s just cool.”

Maybe it’s the fact that you spend three hours with him a day at least, being weirdly close, which is par for the course when you’re applying foundation to his whole chest and sometimes his legs, but you’re becoming fast friends. Corey’s adamant that you don’t need to come in for the full three hours every day, but you’re there with a smile; rain, hail, or shine, just proclaiming that you enjoy your job when Colson asks about it. He calls you dedicated, and he’s mostly right; though if you’re being honest, part of you just enjoys spending time with him.

“Do you listen to any rap?” He asks, curious one day; Corey’s finished the airbrushing stage and has stepped out to grab a coffee from craft services, leaving you to start on the foundation.

“You mean, do I listen to you?” You smirked, not looking away from where you’re dabbing the foundation down his arm.

“I know you don’t listen to me; you didn’t even know who I was ‘first time we met,” he snickered, and you considered for a moment, humming as you turn his arm over gently and start working on his forearm.

“Well, okay, you’ve got me there, it’s just not my style, you know?”

“That wasn’t really the question,” he’s smiling a little, and you huff out a laugh, conceding.

“I mean, I don’t hate it; if you’re really twisting my arm I’d say I sometimes listen to some of The Beastie Boys earlier stuff; Slow Ride, Posse in Effect, Paul Revere? That I can jam out to.” And you look at him, guaging his reaction, biting back a laugh at his exaggerated wince.

“Not even Sabotage; so you really don’t listen to anything from this century?” He’s teasing you now, and you have to chuckle at that.

“Sabotage is okay.” You roll your eyes, looking back at your work. “When you guys stopped using a brass section as accompaniment, that’s when you lost me; it just adds a certain...” you hum thoughtfully for a moment, taping your chin as if in deep thought. He actually laughs at that, and when you look up, you think your heart might skip a beat at the sight of his smile, “gravitas? Je ne sais quoi?”

“So what do you listen to? What modern music has that,” and he puts on a terrible french accent to gently mock your earlier words, “je ne sais quoi?” You shove him lightly, though there’s no malice in the move, or in your grin as you’re moving to stand in front of him. You start dabbing makeup across his chest and collar. It’s getting harder and harder to keep your thoughts professional when you’re so damn close to him, and he won’t stop smiling at you like that.

Listing off a few bands from this decade seems to placate his curiosity enough, even if he rolls his eyes at some of your choices. Pausing for a moment, you tip your head side to side, considering.

“And classic rock, of course; not just the music, like the people behind it are fascinating, you know?”

Surprisingly, he’s quiet for a long moment.

“You must be enjoying this then,” he muses, though you can hear the suggestiveness in his tone and you swallow hard, refusing to take your eyes off your work.

“This production?” You deliberately refuse to read into his tone, though he was making it difficult when you could hear his smirk in his words, “yeah it’s been pretty great. Get to listen to a bunch of Crue all day? There’s definitely worse jobs in the world.” Snickering, you chance a look at him, though he’s not meeting your gaze, he’s still smiling as watches you work in the reflection of the mirror.

“What about you? Enjoying yourself?”

“Yeah, I mean it’s a challenge at times, but it’s a good one, you know? And I’m getting up at six every morning which is kind of a drag,” he grins though as you mutter out a quiet apology, “nah, don’t worry about it, ‘just part of the job. It’s good, it’s one-hundred.” And he’s looking at you, gaze a little unreadable where you’ve gone quiet as you work, focusing.

It becomes a routine that you fall easily into; wake up at some ungodly hour, smash a coffee or an energy drink before spending three hours covering Colson’s tattoos with Corey, spend an extra hour and a half helping paint on Tommy’s tattoos if the scenes calls for it. Once he’s done, you tell Corey you’re going to get breakfast but you actually take a nap before you’re woken up by one of the production assistants telling you that you have twenty minutes before you need to be on set, so you race to the corner store and grab something cheap and eat it in a distracted haze as you head back to Corey’s trailer to pick up your makeup bag, before heading to set to be on standby for if any of the boys need touch-ups as filming starts. You’re there longer than most of the cast, staying back after filming’s wrapped for the day to help Colson take off his makeup and get the workspace prepped for the following day, crashing into bed almost immediately after getting home to rinse and repeat all over again. It was fun to begin with, but it was wearing you down quickly.

“Dude, you look dead on your feet.” Colson frowns as you yawn loudly, haphazardly blotting foundation onto his back.

“Y/N, it’s looking patchy, I need you to focus,” Corey’s frowning, but for a different reason as he looks over from where he’s made a start on the actor’s shoulder. You wave Corey off with a mumbled apology, rubbing at your eyes before recentering yourself and getting back to work. You meet Colson’s gaze in the mirror for a beat; he actually looks concerned, but you’re too tired to really care.

And okay, maybe, just maybe, seeing pretty girls drape themselves over the cast, over Colson, over all your hard work, it got irritating. Not that you begrudged those beautiful girls their job, it’s just that sometimes the oil or body glitter they’re covered in to play strippers would end up exposing some of Colson’s tattoos as they were all over him in certain scenes. Next to them, you were the one wearing jeans and a sweater, carrying a tote bag and looking like a child when you had to touch up his makeup. Everyone was always kind to you, of course, and you to them, but you think it’s more pity on their part; it’s common knowledge within the first week of filming how early you had to arrive, and how late you stayed back.

Some of the girls were incredibly talented actors. Probably. They were wasted in this film, reduced to eye candy and sex dolls, pretty beyond belief but not with any real substance. More than a few of them were dismissive of you, mean and sharp, because you weren’t the one responsible for their makeup, so you didn’t matter, and yeah, they were in intense, physically demanding scenes at times, but some of them seemed to just be catty for the sake of being catty. You tried not to let it get to you.

You really fucking tried.

Some of the extras had formed a sort of clique against you, which you found absolutely ridiculous, but they seemed to resent the fact that you and Colson got along. It had been a few weeks, starting with just snide comments in your general vicinity, but by now it had moved on to straight-up bullying. It was never around anyone important, least of all Colson, and when you’d told Corey about it, he’d just advised you to ignore it, as if it would help.

So you were tired, both physically and mentally, and this actor had the gall to come up to you and call you desperate. For doing your job.

“Hey, can you kindly fuck off?” You snapped, fury blazing in your eyes as you fought to keep your tone level, “I’m trying to do my fucking job, it’s not my damn fault the director won’t give you any screentime-”

“Wow, harsh.” Colson’s voice comes from somewhere to the left of you, and he doesn’t sound impressed. Of course he has to come in at the worst possible moment, just when you sound like a villain. It feels like you’re on the verge of tears, exhausted and stunned, and the extra’s expression flickers to something smug for the barest moment before looking almost painfully innocent.

“I’m really sorry,” she sighs softly, hanging her head; it’s an act, and not a very good one, but she’s pretty, “I just know you work in makeup and I thought you could help me find someone in costume to talk to; it’s okay, I’m sure I could find someone else.” It’s painfully scripted, and she plucks at the string of the bikini she was wearing nervously for effect, turning and heading away.

“Take a break or something, you’re acting like a tool,” Colson says, and doesn’t let you get a word in edgewise, going after the girl, whose ruse had manipulated him just as she’d wanted. He’s introducing himself and you feel like death standing; you hear a snicker from behind you, and when you turn there’s one of the extra’s friends, another from the clique, smiling triumphant.

When you get back to Corey’s trailer, he pauses where he’s eating a sandwich from Craft Services, and raises an eyebrow at you. You bite back your bitterness and pull your sweater from your bag, balling it up and using it as a pillow as you resigned yourself to napping beneath the row of makeup mirrors. Corey goes back to his lunch.

“You wanna talk about whatever this is?” Corey asks. You’re struggling to untangle your earphones after pulling them from your pockets.

“Unless you can do something about the asshole actors on set, no, I don’t want to talk about it.” You sigh, resigned and resolute. Corey nods, taking another bite of his sandwich.

“Fuckin’ actors.” He muses.

“Fuckin’ actors.” You agree. It’s not an honest statement regarding your feelings towards actors as a whole, but sometimes a few bad apples really did spoil the bunch, even if it was only for a moment.

You get to nap, heart aching where you’re pretty sure Colson thinks you’re some work-obsessed asshole who thinks you’re better than the actors you work with. Which you obviously don’t, but daily bullying can wear down the nerves. It only takes a moment, one careless comment that came out too harsh for the likes of onlookers, and any good will you’d been building up seems to evaporate. Not to mention the lies you know the extra had probably been feeding him since the moment you left.

When Colson comes in to get his makeup removed for the day, the tension is so thick that to you it felt solid. You’re sitting in one of the makeup chairs, spinning idly, scrolling through your phone when the door opens; his gaze finds yours the moment he steps in, but he gives you a look, scrutinising, almost disbelieving, and he looks away.

“Do you need my help?” You asked Corey pointedly, your gaze shallow and tired. Colson was tying his wig into a bun already, a look you quietly adored, though he was refusing to look at you. God, the clique really had managed to slander you in only a few hours.

“No dear, go home and rest, you need it,” Corey smiles at you, and you’re already moving around, pulling on your sweater and collecting your things. You want to say something, say anything to the man who’s now regarding you icily, but soon enough some of the other members of the makeup team are here, like always to help speed up the removal process, and your voice gets caught in your throat.

“Hey,” by the door, you finally stop, “I don’t-” but your breath catches on a sigh, “I don’t have the energy for this; I’m not the asshole.” And you sound so defeated, but he doesn’t answer, just rolls his eyes and keeps scrubbing at the foundation on his skin.

The moment you step into the trailer the next morning, same time as always, at the crack of dawn, you can already feel exhaustion settling into your bones.

“Take the day off,” Corey frowns at you, “Colson told me what those assholes told him; I’m gonna have a word with him about it this morning.”

“No, dude, I’ve gotta explain myself, if I take the day off it looks like I’m running away; I’m an adult, I don’t need you stepping in for me.” It takes you a moment, and you sigh, defeated, “listen, Corey, I actually really like Colson, okay? And I don’t want him to think less of me, so if that means I have to be up at too-fucking-early-o’clock convincing him I’m not a complete bitch, then so be it.” Corey can’t help the pitying look he gives you, but doesn’t say anything more on the subject.

You’ve worked in this industry for years, it’s not the first time something like this has happened; while working in close proximity to talented, famous individuals, outsiders sometimes get jealous. It’s easy to be told to try and ignore it, but it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt when someone you thought you were getting along well with completely ices you out because someone who’s jealous twists their opinion of you.

It takes a full hour, the silence thick and heavily as Colson stood patiently as the makeup was applied, before you can work up the courage to say something.

“What did she say to you?” It takes him a few moments to register what you’d said, but he frowns a little in confusion. “What did she say to you about me?” You reiterate, voice calm and level, focusing on your work as you speak, and his mouth opens as he goes to tentatively respond, but you don’t give him the chance, “because I can promise you she’s lying.” His mouth closes again, frown deepening. Corey is silent too.

“Well, I was told that you treat her like shit and don’t take her seriously just because she’s an actor, which is pretty fucked,” he admits with surprising candor. You have to take a moment to stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

“It would be fucked if it was true.”

“But you don’t take her seriously. Apparently you ignore her when she comes to you for help.” And it hurts to hear him spout the slanderous rhetoric the extra had poisoned him with.

“It’s not Y/N’s job to help her,” Corey cuts in, much to both Colson’s and your own surprise, “and I’m sure if she had a real question, she would point her in the direction of someone who could help her. ” His tone doesn’t leave room for arguments, though Colson doesn’t exactly seem convinced; perhaps he assumed that you really were some heinous bitch who had turned the makeup department head to your side.

“I do take actors seriously, obviously,” you gesture to him, and he makes an expression that’s a little unreadable, “but if you have to know, she and a group of other extras have been harassing me for weeks now, so yeah, I tend to ignore her.”

Your hands are shaking. When did that start? God, when did you start caring so much about what he thought of you? When did the idea of him thinking badly of you start making your chest hurt. When did schoolyard bullying start getting to you so much? Things are moving in a blur, and you think you mumble something about getting a coffee before you leave the trailer.

Corey finds you half an hour later at the corner store, staring blankly at the coffee machine, cup of undrunk, now cold coffee in hand.

“Go home. Please.”

You look at him, but his words aren’t really registering; he realises he may have interrupted a micronap. It appears you need rest far more badly than he realised. He sends you home for the rest of the week, and it’s a Wednesday. You want to protest, but you cut yourself off with a yawn and he calls an Uber for you without letting you get a word in edgewise.

It’s practically radio silence for almost five days.

You watch Netflix and eat junk and take baths and claim self care when really you’re wallowing, dreading going back to work. Sometimes you catch yourself just staring at your phone; you and Colson have each other’s numbers ‘in case of emergency’, though what would constitute a makeup related emergency you’re not sure, it was his suggestion. Emergencies turned out to be him asking about call times, sending selfies from on-set where his face makeup was running from how much he was sweating, he’s grinning and bright and Douglas or Iwan or Daniel are pulling a face in the background, blurry photos of you on set that you hadn’t realised he’d been taking at the time.

There’s one you stop at when you’re looking back through them, it’s another selfie, he’s squinting, having just woken up, and half cut out of the shot where he’s focused the camera on a smudge of foundation and a bit of eyeliner on his white pillowcase where he hadn’t managed to get all of the makeup off the night before. It’s surprisingly intimate, despite the fact that he’s followed it up with [💀😢].

You wanted to send something, to say something, but you weren’t sure what you had left to say. You weren’t in the wrong. You didn’t need to apologise.

Sometimes you thought you saw the typing bubble appear, but it would disappear just as quickly.

You’re refreshed by the time you step back into the trailer on Monday morning, feeling almost chirpy, that is until you see that Colson’s arrived before you, and Corey’s nowhere around.

It’s not the same as last time, there’s no anger, no hostility in the way he’s regarding you, just a surprising pensiveness. He’s lounging in his makeup chair, watching as you put down your things and start rifling through the collection of makeup on the counter.

“Where’s Corey?” You ask, carefully neutral.

“Said he’s getting coffee.”

“That’s kind of him.”

There’s a long pause that follow, and when you finally look at him, Colson seems to be considering you seriously.

“Do you have to be here?” Despite the words that are said, they don’t feel like an attack, instead they feel like a genuine question, bordering on concerned.

“It’s my job,” you start, but he smiles a little, and something in your heart eases.

“Yeah, no, I know, but you don’t always have to arrive this early, do you? I wouldn’t if I had the choice,” he snickers, and you sit back on one of the other chairs scattered about the edge of the room, waiting for Corey to get back, playing with a makeup sponge.

“Well you don’t, and neither does Corey, and...” hesitating a little, you fidget, avoiding his gaze, “it didn’t seem fair.” You shrug, laughing a little awkwardly, “leaving you here with him all that time.” Though you’re trying to clarify by means of a joke, he sees through it clearly, expression quickly morphing into a grin.

“So he was right.”

“About what?” You ask, looking at him with surprise and confusion written all over your face; this wasn’t the reaction you were expecting.

“Corey’s pretty convinced you just like spending time with me,” you can feel yourself getting flustered, looking down at your fidgeting fingers.

“He’s such a snitch.” You mutter, and Colson actually laughs, and though you feel your anxiety holding tight in your chest, you force your next words from your mouth; “yes, okay, if we’re going full middle-school about this, I enjoy your company. A lot.” You pause for a moment. “Are we good?”

“Yeah, of course; I’m sorry I was a dick last week,” he actually gets serious for a moment, tone surprisingly humble as he speaks, “I just- there’s like this long history of people shitting on me and not taking me seriously, so it touched a nerve, but I should know you better than that, right? Like we’ve spent enough time together that I should know you’re not some entitled dick.”

It’s enough to make you smile.

“Corey gave you a talking to, didn’t he?” You teased, and Colson rolled his eyes.

“Practically the moment you left; turns out those girls have had a few complaints from HR, situations like yours,” he sighs, before grinning a little, “but yeah, we’re good.”

It’s as if a sudden elation comes over you, and you have to work to not let it show on your face, else you’re pretty sure you’re going to embarrass yourself at how happy that makes you.

“And of course I take you seriously,” you hear yourself saying as you turn to rearrange the makeup on the counter, though you both know he can still see your pleased grin in the mirror, “I take all actors seriously, and you’re wonderful to work with-”

“Oh, so I’m wonderful now?” He snickers, though it’s not unkind, and you accidentally knock over a bottle in your embarrassment.

“Wonderful to work with,” you clarify, but he still takes the win, just as Corey finally walks in with three mugs of corner store coffee in hand.

“You were right, and she thinks I’m wonderful.” Colson practically preens, and Corey makes a face, before turning that face on you.

“I take it back; you’re the worst client I’ve had.” You deadpan, and Colson can’t help but laugh.

“No way, you’re not living this down,” he muses, smiling fondly at you. “I’m gonna tell everyone-”

“Christ, tell me you’ve at least asked her out,” Corey sighs, putting down the coffees, and that shuts Colson up quickly, “or do I need to go on another twenty minute coffee run to give you two some space?” He doesn’t even wait for an answer, just heads towards the door, announcing that he’s going to get a spare airbrush head from the other makeup trailer and that you have ten minutes.

“Sorry about him.” You say into the silence that follows in the wake of Corey’s departure. Colson’s surprisingly tight-lipped, avoiding looking at you. “He makes a lot of assumptions.” You add, getting to your feet and crossing to where the coffees sat in their little, cardboard carry-tray. Each cup has a name, and you take both yours and Colson’s, heading over to him with an expression that you hope is something akin to a friendly smile, and not a grimace of embarrassment.

“He’s right though,” Colson reaches out for his coffee when you offer it; his fingers brush your as he meets your gaze and it feels like a moment. “You wanna grab dinner or something after today?”

Mind whirling, part of you thinks he’s made a mistake, that he hadn’t meant to say it, another part worries about what the rest of the cast and crew will think, and part of you is worried it’s a joke. But you’re so sick of doubt.

“Yeah, actually I’d love to.”

The morning passes in a breeze, passes much more easily than it’s seemed to for the past month, and there’s butterflies in your stomach the entire time. There’s an electricity in the air during filming, though you’re pretty sure you’re the only one who can feel it. He’s wearing the wig with the undercut, sitting behind the drums up on the risers for most of the day, wearing only a pair of underwear, boots, and suspenders; it’s quiet a look. Somehow he’s still managed to sneak his phone up there because you’re zoning out at the side of the set, and he takes a photo of you, sending it to you; your eyes are glassy by you’re grinning to yourself, and once you get it, you look to him, and he’s grinning as if he’s waiting for your reaction. You roll your eyes at him, but you’re still smiling; you’ve missed this.

“You’re actually kind of sweet, aren’t you?” After filming wraps for the day, you’re crammed into a booth of the only restaurant open in town past ten. You’ve just ordered, and he’s leaning back, regarding you with amusement.

“I don’t know why that surprises people, most of my asshole act is just, you know, an act, for show or whatever,” he shrugs a little, smirking, “most of it; sometimes I am just an asshole.”

“I don’t know your asshole act,” you remind, smiling a little; there’s butterflies in your stomach but they’re excited rather than nervous, relishing in the way he’s smiling at you, “but I guess I should have know you better anyways; after all, we’ve spent enough time together, haven’t we?”

#mgk #mgk x reader #machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly x reader #machine gun kelly imagine #mgk imagine #colson baker #colson baker x reader #colson baker imagine #the dirt #the dirt cast #the dirt imagine #the dirt cast imagine

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slothgiirl · 5 years ago

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shadowplay part 14

You’re going to miss LA. You think to yourself as you hoist your bag out the uber, considerably heavier than when you arrived a little under a week ago.

“I’ve got it love,” Alex grins, not waiting for your response, before taking the bag right out of your hands, clad in a jacket like the sun wasn’t shining high in the sky.

“I had it.”

“Yeah well,” he smiles, taking a moment to plant a kiss against your lips, “I’ve got it.”

You roll your eyes, leading the way into the airport, but can’t help the smile that grows on your lips. The warmth in your chest has nothing todo with the california sun, leaving you bubbly as fuck, the same way you’ve felt this whole week with Alex.

Even rock stars have to wait their turn to grab their tickets before having to go through the very unsexy security.

Standing in line, the airports ac cranked up like crazy, you’re glad to be wearing one of Alex’s jackets. “ feel like a glorified coat hanger,” you tell him, “just here to keep your jacket from being ruined during the flight.”

Alex chuckles, “but you're much better company.”

“True,” you giggle, “can’t say the same for you though. It’s no fun getting tipsy while you're holding your own like a proper james bond.” Thinking back on the many drinking games you'd taken part of during the last week. Zack had been a surprising lightweight.

“Well-,”

Whatever he was about to say is lost. The sound of cameras clicking, a flash temporarily blinding your eyes. As a man urgently says, “Alex is this your new girlfriend!”

A camera clicks again.

“Alex! Look over here,” the man cries out.

You wish you had Alex's sunglass wearing habit, as you blink rapidly, trying to recover from the blinding flashes suddenly assaulting you.

One man becomes two becomes three. All jockeying for his attention. “Alex are you working on the new album!”

“Sweetheart, look over here!”

“Is she your new girlfriend!”

“When's the new album out!”

The people around you, who moments ago hadn't cared, look over, whispering under their breath. You don't know how celebrities like Kim Kardashian can deal with the media circus that surrounds their lives constantly you think as you try and ignore the flashes continuing to go off. Ignoring them like you would the pointed looks of your profs as you struggled to stay awake during seven in the morning lectures.

Alex, sensing your unease, slips his hand into yours, squeezing your hand in his tightly as he pulls you along up to the self check-ins.

It's easier to block them out when you're busy concentrating on printing your tickets.

“I swear my passport was just here,” you mutter. Your purse wasn't even that big. How could it have gotten lost.

Alex smirks, unable to help himself as he teases you, “should've given your passport to me love.”

You snort. “My passport picture should be kept between me and this unfortunate machine.” You had tried to bleach your hair blonde, but had only achieved a horrid orange color that you'd dyed back to black the next day.

You pull out the elusive passport, but Alex nabs it from your hands before you can scan it into the machine.

He looks down with a ridiculously sappy smile, “you look beautiful as ever.”

“Oh you're so full of shit,” you snipe back.

Alex chuckles, the machine finally printing your tickets, before leaning in and kissing you again, taking you bottom lip between his lips, for just a moment too long for such a public place.

You flush crimson, but can't make yourself look away from Alex; the man you've grown so fond of.

He'd never been this open and at ease of PDA back when you had been faking a relationship for his benefit. It makes you really wonder how his friends had bought it.

A crease forms between his brows, “don't mind the paps love. ‘s better if you just ignore ‘em.” There's a certain stiffness to his shoulders that hadn't been there moments ago too.

The paps bother him too. You're surprised he isn't used to it. Then again, he hadn't even spared them so much as a glance.

Understanding dawns on you, he was worried about how you'd react now that you'd both just decided to start dating. Alex doesn't want them to put you off.

You shake your head as you both make your way to TSA, Alex still holding your hand, keeping you close to him. “I was just thinking how I'd be a terrible paparazzi. They'd send me out to chase Britney Spears and I'd be like but what if she doesn't want to be bothered right now.”

He laughs as you step on the escalator up and leave the paps behind.

You're in the cab back from the airport as your phone buzzes, finally off from airplane mode. Ten different texts from your mum asking if you landed okay. All the work emails you put off in the states. And Sam sent you a million screenshots of you and Alex in the airport earlier with the text: i'm now celebrity adjacent and i WILL name drop.

You laugh, having expected nothing less from her.

“What,” Alex asks lazily, cigarette in hand, both the cabs windows down.

“Just Sam being Sam.” You reply.

He nods, becoming incredibly serious, too serious to be sincere, “she's your Matthew.”

“Well you're not wrong.” Sam was that close to you. “We're going house hunting tomorrow...later today. I hate jet lag.”

Alex grins. “Why don't you just move in with me,” he says simply, as though it's not a loaded question. As though it's really that easy.

Sending you through eighty five degrees of: you haven't told your parents, they're going to freak, you just started dating, too fast, you're parents were going to absolutely murder him because everyone in your family had been convinced you were going to die an old spinster by now.

“We just started dating,” you say instead.

Alex shoots you a puzzled look. “Technically it's been six months.”

“Stick to being clever in writing Alex,” you reply. “this has been on my to do list for a year now.” You have been saving up money and building credit for ages now.

“Okay so maybe it's been a week,” he shrugs, flicking the cigarette ash into the street, “but it feels like forever.”

You snort, your cheeks heating up all over again. You hadn't felt this happy with a man in ages. “Nice try but the answer’s still no.”

“Can I at least come with,” he pouts.

“No,” you laugh, “Sams going to want all the gossip as soon as I see her. Who else is going to tell her that Breanna really thinks rice crackers and peanut butter are a snack!”

“Don't be so hard on her.”

“You didn't have any either,” you counter. “I can understand someone eating healthy, I dunno if I've ever made a dress larger than a size 6, but I draw the line at trying to pretend kale chips taste good.”

“I hate peanut butter,” he answers, the laugh clear in his voice. “sticks to the roof of my mouth.”

“She also told me about this app that fakes plastic surgery for editing,” you add, “made me feel like an old woman. Only just discovered filters.” You really didn't use instagram for much more than following some writers and designers you admire.

“She hogged you all week,” Alex groans at the memory. Breanna telling you where to squat so her legs would look longer, her camera in your hands.

“It was fun. She's a hell of a hiker,” you admit. She'd been able to walk and talk easily, lugging around her camera with her, while the boys jammed out back at the cabin.

“Miles won't walk more than a block before whining. Ya sure I can’t go with you and Sam? I've gotten very used to having you around all the time”

“You can help me move in,” you tease.

“Oi!”

You lean in close to his ear, “promise I'll make it worth your time,” you practically purr, barely managing to keep from laughing.

Alex's cigarette falls out of his hand.

He turns to you fully, his hand cupping your cheek, a glint in his eye as the sun sets over London, “I'll hold you too it.”

You beat Alex to the bags, having learned by now that he wasn't about to let you pay. Which was for the best. But you could at the very least carry your own bag up the stairs to your flat.

“I've got it,” you shut him down, keeping a hand outstretched, so he doesn't just take the bag from your hand.

“Alright alright,” Alex laughs, following you up to your flat.

You were glad that he was staying. You had also gotten used to waking up to him every morning. To making out in bed first thing. Or lounging around on your phone as Alex tuned his guitar.

It had been that way for a while if you were being honest with yourself.

Alex had carved out a place in your life long before he'd kissed you and told you he loved you.

Saying you had only been dating for a week meant nothing when you were already sure of the depth of your feelings for him.

“ ‘s it alright if I stay over,” Alex asks softly, leaning against the door while you search for your keys, looking just as hopeful and earnest as he had so long ago when drunk, when he'd tried to kiss you then.

You stick the key in the door, before turning to meet the warmth of his brown eyes, and kissing him for all the times you'd wanted to before: kissing him just because you can. You can't imagine ever being sick of the feel of his lips against yours. “Stay as long as you like.”

The door clicks open.

“All that's good,” Alex smiles, “I already ordered breakfast… ‘fink it's closer to lunch by now.”

“Oh thank god,” you reply, abandoning your bag next to the door and sinking into your sofa, stretching out all the kinks in your neck from having sat on a plane for the last nine hours. “I was just thinking how I was going to have to run to the grocery store.”

“We can go after.” Alex says, kicking off his shoes, and laying down next to you.

You giggle, scooting over as much as you can do there's room. Both of you are slight, so it's not hard to curl up on the sofa without feeling squished together. You relax against Alex, happy to waste your last hours of vacation with him.

#Alex Turner #alex turner fanfic #alex turner imagine #alex turner x reader #Shadowplay #we in the last few rounds now

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southerneldritch · 6 years ago

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It begins (Chapter 1)

The sun was not burning hot so much as painfully reminding him how important it was. High in the southern sky the heat pushed the humidity around enough to make the small shaded porch feel more like a sauna that a place for reprieve. However, now a good 3 feet down and still digging into the grave or one Mr. Lewis Rothburg, it left him wondering if the shade would prove more comfortable than it had once provided.

Stopping a moment to wipe his brow he looked around the long abandoned cemetery. Each stone edifice, once a proud reminder of capable men and women who in their lives had done great things...and horrible things, now standing derelict deep in the woods surrounded by an ever encroaching nature. A slight smirk crossed his lips, "The seem lucky." he thought to himself aloud. "They have no issue with what horrors are coming...they really needn't worry." He laughed as his shovel struck something hard and the sound of hollow wood thunked through the air. "Shit." He muttered.

There were two distinct things that immediately ran through his mind. Either the cemetery back in the day was notably unconcerned with health and safety, thusly the coffins were buried much shallower than they should be or, more worryingly, the man who sold the information about the location of Mr. Rothburg also warned that the graveyard had been used by criminals for hiding all sorts of things. Typically speaking the actions of the criminal world seldom would have bothered him but the fear that Mr. Rothburg was no longer where he was supposed to be greatly shifted the situation from simple to complicated.

With little to no options left for him he began to dig and free whatever thing he had just struck with his shovel. The sun glaring at the actions below as with some considered effort the lid of a coffin was uncovered. The sound of cicadas filling the air he took a deep breath and jammed a crowbar around the edge of the lid. With a groan and firmly planted feet the casket lurched open. "Well fuck." He let the words lose themselves in the summer heat as he looked down in disbelief.

The tires of the old truck did not grip well on what could best be called a trail, perhaps a path, either way he didn't care. With a foot down hard the engine putted and pushed all it had as the vehicle flew through the thick of the woods back towards a motel on the outskirts of town. Skidding onto the actual road the cargo stowed in the back of the truck slid and banged hard against the side causing the skid of the tires to feel far more dramatic than how sharp a turn he actually made. Despite the weight the very coffin sized and shaped container, it didn't break.

With a grinding of gears and feet hard down on the brake the vehicle came to a stop in most of one parking space outside the Quiet Glenn motel. He slammed the door not so much from panic as much as the sweat that had covered him had caused it to slip quickly from his grasp. The setting sun still fighting the cold of the darkness that was now trying to cool the area. He threw the motel door open and as abruptly as it had made such a calamitous entry the cheap door was resting back in its sill with him sliding the lock into place. His heart was racing but he wasn't tired, turning around and smudging cemetery dirt across his shirt he looked up at a surprised woman sitting at the small table near the back of the room. Normally her thick raven curls of hair would have been accenting each side of her face but instead were now tightly pinned up, slightly damp with a glob of something smeared across a part of the her hair. She chuckled while setting down a slice of pizza back into the box on the table. "So it went well?" The question was sincere but purposely teasing in tone.

"Well!?" He exclaimed walking towards the table. "No I think we can categorically label it as poorly." His voice laid out a frustration that was punctuated with his glare at the tv which was currently displaying some sort of reality show, before flopping over onto the bed. "How well do you know Virgil?" His words muffled by the pillow he spoke into.

“Most of my life.” She cocked her head to the side and grasped the pizza box before standing and asking, “Did he give us bad info?”

“No, if anything the info was very correct.”

“So what’s wrong?”

“Several things, most of all, how well do you trust Virgil?” He pulled his face from the bed and sat up on the end of the stiff excuse for bedding provided by the motel. “Also, what the hell is in your hair?”

“I didn't have anything else to do so I’m bleaching some bit of my hair. It looked fun. Anyways, I know him pretty well, he’s known me and my family for a long time.” Her eyes grew concerned as she looked down at him sitting on the edge of the bed. “What happened?”

Drawing in a long breath he looked up at her and the box of pizza and reached out to take a slice. “We’ll at the very least I suppose we can feel satisfied that Mr. Rothburg was where Virgil said he would be.” Pausing to take a bite of the room temperature slice while again finding reason to glare at the TV. “Sadly he also mentioned that such a place tends to attract the more unsavory of folk.”

A smile crossed her lips as she plopped down heavily beside him. “Aren’t we the unsavory types? Somewhat doom and gloom, all manors of suspicious actions, illegal activity and occult hoobie dooby?”

“Not that sort of unsavory, more of the ‘we kill to accomplish our goals’ sorts of unsavory.” He said with a grimace while now looking at the slice of room temperature pizza in his hand. “We have never sought to injure, Mel.” he added with an impressively serious tone.

Placing the box on the bed just behind them both Mel asked, “So are you going to explain what has you in a such a mood or do I have to keep playing 20 questions?”

“I wish it we simple but it feels like it's worse.” he muttered

“Let's start simple.” She hated it when he acted like this, always a man with a plan and if things shift up, big ol grump for a hot minute. “Was Rothburg there?”

“Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's him.”

“Good. So first problem?”

“The coffin was roughly three feet down.”

“Only three feet?”

“Yup, first issue.” He stated after taking a bite of the pizza. “Do we have beer?” he added.

“Sure do, but so what if he was buried in a shallow grave. It wasn't like the townsfolk were gonna respect him"

“True. However, there is more to this mood than just interesting burial habits.” He stood and walked over to the small whirring mini fridge and plucked a beer out. “I don't think this is the first time Mr. Rothburg has been dug up.”

“What, why would anyone other than us want to dig him up!?” She was beginning to understand his mood. “What possible reason would they dig him up and then put him back!?”

“Like I said.” he began walking towards the door gesturing for her to follow. “How well do you trust Virgil?”

She got up and followed, both stepped outside into the hot twilight. The sun still determined to broil the area before being slowly beaten back by the encroaching night sky. They walked over to the back of the truck and swung open the tailgate door. He hopped into the back and grabbed an edge of the coffin lid and looked up at her, “Come here I don't want anyone to see.”

She stepped in beside the door and looked down at the coffin lid his fingers were gripping. “Well enough build up, lets see it!”

With a sudden jerk and a loud crackling of metal hinges set in wood the lid lifted open. Light from the now buzzing parking lot fluorescents poorly lit what was laying in the coffin. First and foremost was the body of Mr. Lewis Rothburg, clearly it was his twisted form as the shin bones had been separated from his legs and placed under his chin. Though a considerable amount of decay had occurred it was also still plain to see that the jaw of Mr. Rothburg had been wired shut with crude metal studs and copper wire, ensuring even in death that he would no longer speak damnable words.

No, the condition of Mr. Rothburg was not the reason for shock or even a turned stomach full of pizza delivery, the reason that both of them looking into the coffin had slack jaws and bewilderment across their faces was because nestled around Rothburg’s remains were countless stacks of cash, gold, intricate medallions with arcane symbols and some weapons of peculiar design.

“What the hell is all of that!?” she exclaimed before realizing there were too few tenants in this particular southern motel outskirts of town to justify shouting without drawing attention. In a more collected tone while he began to shut the coffin. “Why is Rothburg swimming in cash?”

“I'm sorry, but did anything about my entry and line of questions sound like I have more ideas than you do now.” Hopping out the truck he closed and locked the doors, he suddenly felt very watched and disliked the notion. “Let’s get back inside and figure out our next move.” A cool breeze of night air brushed passed them both, typically a wonderful feeling now oddly ominous. They both went back inside the motel room before turning to locked the door behind them he added, “And wash your goddamn hair.”

#paranornal #supernatural #writing #mine #J #southern eldritch #eldritch #faceless postmaster #horror #terror #cosmic horror

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insipid-drivel · 3 years ago

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Some “I feel bad about executive dysfunction” tips:

-If you have interior gonads and struggle with laundry, pantyliners and maxi pads designed for all-night wear can really help provide you with a means of keeping your underwear cleaner for a little longer while also muffling any smells you may feel self-conscious about. If you plan to use pantyliners regularly, use unscented ones; scented pads can give you a painful rash with prolonged use.

-Body Deodorant. I use a brand by Lume, and you can apply it pretty much anywhere on your body. It does a great job of blocking odor from head to toe, and can be used around your butt and groin.

-Struggle with showering/bathing? Flushable wipes and makeup removal cloths. Cottonelle is a great brand for giving yourself an efficient sponge bath. Makeup wipes are great for washing your face, shoulders, and armpits. I find that makeup wipes tend to be better at getting rid of stronger body odors and tackling acne, but don’t use them in any intimate areas on your body. Makeup wipes often contain salicylic acid and other additives that aren’t good to use on or around your genitals. If you have long hair, dry shampoo can really help, as wipes don’t work so well with longer hair and are more likely to leave behind a strange and unpleasant texture if you can’t at least rinse it out with water.

-Menstrual cycle caught you by surprise? Menstrual blood easily comes out of fabric if you wash the stained area using toner for hair dye. 30vol or 40vol is strong enough to make the stain lift and disappear within seconds without bleaching most fabrics (if you can’t use hydrogen peroxide on it, don’t try this). Rinse in lukewarm or cold water as soon as the stain fades. The toner will react to the stain by foaming up and stripping the blood out of the cloth fibers, allowing you to rinse it away.

-Oral hygiene a spot you struggle with? Giving alternative flavors of toothpaste and mouthwash a try is worth considering. It may just be you don’t like mint! Some people are averse to tooth-brushing because, unbeknownst to others, various mint products in most toothpastes can be uncomfortable and even painful for some people. If you’re more inclined to brush if your toothpaste tastes like strawberries, it’s better to brush with that than not brush at all. You’re not being childish. You’re acknowledging that you don’t like how something feels or tastes and are making an alternative choice to something more appealing instead of neglecting yourself entirely.

-Greasy/oily hair you struggle with? This is a radical suggestion, but it might be worth considering either shaving your head or buzzing your hair very short. Not only does hair that short clean well using the wipes I mentioned up above, but it also allows you to consider investing in wigs. Wigs never need dying, only need to be trimmed to suit your face once, and it gives you options to have fun with your appearance! Wanna have rainbows in your hair for a day without paying a truckload on a dye job or use damaging temporary color? Rock a wig. Wigs can also help disguise more areas of sensitivity, and you can use a watered-down mixture of your favorite shampoo on the inside material of the wig itself to smell like you’ve just showered. Furthermore, non-appropriative scarves and headwraps can be a decorative and easy way of putting your look together with minimal effort.

-Laundry an obstacle? Check out wearable blankets and long, comfortable robes when you’re at home. Having “socializing clothes” and “idgaf it keeps me warm and covers the squishy parts” clothes can really help reduce how often you need to do laundry. If you routinely wear the same robe or blanket at home when you’re mostly chilled out and relaxed, laundry can be as easy as tossing a robe in the wash for a very quick cycle while you curl up in bed and snatch a rest. If your washing machine is in your home, consider taking off your dirty clothes and using the washing machine as a laundry hamper until it reaches its normal capacity. Then, just add your preferred soap and start it going! A lot of clothing (unless you like to wear highly delicate and finicky clothes with unique care requirements) isn’t at much risk of colors bleeding together if you use a gentle soap and cold or cool water. Alternatively, if you have the funds and want to make this kind of purchase, you can switch out the individual washer and dryer with a combination washer/dryer. I took that step for myself and it’s been a huge help in keeping my floor visible; mine also uses its own drainage system to automatically clean the lint trap, meaning the only thing I have to do is add soap and hit the “Start” button. You set it and forget it, and when you reach in for a shirt or some pants, everything is already clean and dry with no annoying swapping or risk of mildew.

-Consider your circadian rhythm! If you hate waking up early to shower before work, showering the night before can help reduce a lot of time-related anxiety. The same goes for all other routine tasks. If you simply find it easier to do them at what might be considered odd hours, do them! Sometimes, a huge help in the fight against executive dysfunction is giving yourself the gift of time and patience and taking advantage of the windows of opportunity that are available to you.

-Easily fatigued or exhausted while doing regular errands? Making use of motorized scooters in places like a supermarket is okay. You don’t have to be in chronic pain or a paraplegic to need help moving around and navigating, and you aren’t required to tell anyone what your diagnosis is. I personally suffer from chronic pain and fatigue in my legs and back, and can’t stay on my feet unassisted longer than an hour or two before I’ll have a flare-up of back spasms and sciatica. When I know I have walking to do, I always bring a specialized cane that can fold out into a seat so I can rest my legs and back whenever I need to:

My cane gives me the ability to sit and rest wherever I am, including in the shower, and is a wonderful tool to bring with me when I may be on my feet for a long time. Even when I’m not sitting on it, it gives me something to lean on to buy me more time before I have to sit down and rest.

I dont know who needs to hear this

But I sure did:

You can and absolutely should modify the chore/self care task if it makes life easier. Sit on the floor while doing laundry. Clean dishes while in a chair. Sit in the shower.

Save your spoons. Accommodate your fatigue rather than fighting it.

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ohn1m · 6 years ago

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The Art of Being Mino

The South Korean hip-hop star wowed critics and fans alike with his solo album ‘XX’; but is he any closer to discovering who the ‘real’ Mino is?

Mino's journey is an ongoing one and 'XX' is a chapter that marks an artistic coming-of-age on this wild ride.

Understanding Song Minho is kind of like catching lightening in a bottle; impossible to do but the idea itself is so dazzling, you need to give it a shot anyway. Tall and blonde with bleached eyebrows and sharp features, Song–better known mononymously as Mino–cuts quite the intimidating figure. He’s intelligent, polite and forthcoming on every answer and there’s an elegance to him that’s instantly appealing. There’s one little thing that proves to be more charming than any of this, however, and it comes in the form of a little note he sends on email after the interview; “Thank you for your interest!” it reads cheerfully, accompanied by a smiley emoji. “I hope we do it again when Winner’s back!” It’s simple but sweet and suddenly there’s yet another dimension to the chic, fierce rapper we’re used to seeing onscreen.

Before sitting down with Rolling Stone India for a conversation in December, the 25-year old musician’s schedule through 2018 included the release and promotion of a full LP with his band Winner, a Japan tour, a more extensive Asia tour, a series of performances across his home country South Korea, starring roles in several variety shows and a feature on YG Entertainment labelmate and his senior Seungri’s viral hit track “Where R U From.” November was busiest for him with the release of his first solo LP XX, a 12-track feast of hip-hop, tradition, emotion and culture. December finally closed with yet another single with Winner and a series of year-end performances in Korea.

While a bit of a break is warranted after the whirlwind of activity, Mino confirms he has no plans to take it easy in 2019. “Winner will release a full album this year,” he reveals cheerfully. “I cannot talk about our plan in advance, but we are preparing a surprise gift with a great musician!” The four-member K-pop band are working on their upcoming third LP and have already begun their tour schedules in full force– they’re currently on a six-city run of the United States with stops in Seattle, San Francisco, Los Angeles, Dallas, Chicago and New York.

Over the past year Mino has embraced the avant-garde with ease, stepping away from his swag-heavy hip-hop image and slipping into a more elegant avatar.

As an artist, Mino is full of surprises with an evolution that’s been thrilling to map. He started his career as a rapper in South Korea’s vibrant underground hip-hop scene back in 2010 (when he was just 16) but success took a while to come along. He debuted briefly in 2011 with a group called BoM before its premature disbandment in 2013, and then finally signed with leading music label YG Entertainment as a trainee. In 2014 he got his big break after participating in TV channel Mnet’s reality-survival program Win: Who Is Next and ending up as a member of the winning Team A–which would go on to form Winner and debut that same year. He shot to fame quickly this time around, gaining attention as a solo artist after finishing as runner-up on the fourth season of South Korean hip-hop survival competition Show Me The Money in 2015. With several eyes on him, he wowed with a more bluesy, melancholic persona on Winner’s 2016 EP EXIT: E. That same year he and YG Entertainment labelmate Bobby announced a duo project titled MOBB, which showed off a completely different, swag-heavy, fun-loving attitude, but in that EP he included “Body,” a solo single that blended sex and passion with angst and regret. Winner’s discography as of late has been bright, tropical and electronic-pop and he’s able to adapt to it effortlessly as well. His career trajectory spells ‘chameleon’ and even in times of trial there’s a sense of chill around him, as though deep inside he knows everything’s going to work out.

Over the past year Mino has embraced a life of avant-garde with ease, stepping away from his swag-heavy hip-hop image and slipping into a more elegant avatar. He seems more comfortable and willing to express himself in ways outside of music. He’s always had fondness for art but now seems to revel in it, regularly posting images of artwork he’s created on Instagram, participating in media projects, exhibitions and editorials. Last year, he displayed some of his own artwork at an exhibit titled ‘Burning Planet.’ The pieces were a combination of installation art with media and performance art which explored the idea of burnouts, stress and humanity’s exhausting pace of birth, work, death. It’s morbid, futuristic and almost prophetical in its warnings about the pressure society puts on young people and quickly gained critical acclaim. Mino remains modest in the wake of all the praise, saying, “I do not know if I have had any talent when I was young, but I painted as a hobby since I was a kid. So I have become interested in art naturally. It was a very good opportunity to exhibit ‘Burning Planet’ with [eye wear brand and collaborator] Gentle Monster. It was a good time to learn and experience many things.”

It’s this artistic and emotional evolution which seems to have had the biggest hand in the creation of XX. “I wanted to give a tweak to my existing image, which I guess has been heavy with hip-hop and rap. I wanted to start afresh,” he stated at a press conference in November, according to a report by the Korea Herald. XX is an extension of his performance art–dramatic, creative with an ambiguous title to boot (he’s explained he wanted his listeners to have their own interpretations of it.) The video for the lead single “Fiancé” features imagery around birds, dreams, fantastical landscapes and more. In addition to being involved in the entire concept, Mino also contributed to the set design–there’s a giant mural of a bluebird featured in the video which he painted himself. Several fans as well as popular YouTube channels like DKDKTV have attempted to decipher the meanings behind it and he’s thrilled to see all the various discussions. “It is one of the things I enjoy the most,” he says when I ask if he ever watches these theories. “Making parts that can be interpreted in various ways… I love watching them in various interpretations.” Could he tell us which theory got closest to deciphering his work? “I will never tell which one is correct or incorrect for more diverse guesses!” he teases.

“Fiancé” has also been appreciated for its unconventional combination of trot, a form of Korean folk music, and trap. To do this, the track samples Korean veteran singer Kim Taehee’s 1969 track “Soyanggang River Maiden” and blends it with bass-heavy, rolling trap and Mino’s drawling rap. “There was no intention to use ‘Soyanggang River Maiden’ from the beginning,” Mino says. “When the song was almost 80 percent complete, [YG Entertainment CEO and music producer] Yang Hyun Suk gave me an idea of putting a part of ‘Soyanggang River Maiden’ as a sample source, and it fit perfectly into the message and vibe of this song.” The haunting sample had younger fans enthralled and searching through YouTube to listen to the original track while applauding Mino for putting a limelight on Korean pop culture and history. Because in addition to the retro sound, the music video for “Fiancé” is a fever-dream blend inspired by the Korean Joseon dynasty and modern-day angst. In the clip the rapper wanders between fantasy and reality, dressed as an emperor as he searches the past, present and future for his one true love.

“I was getting to love myself, and everything [about that experience] is in this album.”

Is it possible that with younger artists like him using older genres like trot or paying homage to their history in music videos, it can help young listeners appreciate tradition a little bit more? Mino reveals that wasn’t really his intention at all. “In fact, I considered this song for older people than younger people,” he says, adding his plan was to erase misconceptions about hip-hop and ‘young’ music in the minds of older generations. “Even if the genre of hip-hop is popularized, it is still hard to catch up with higher age. So it seems like sampling of ‘Soyanggang River Maiden’ was a good plan for this song.” “Fiancé” has indeed added to the buzz around rappers defying expectations and stepping into traditional musical and visual territories. Hip-hop no longer has one definition and inspiration can come from anywhere. For Mino, the ideas for “Fiance” and XX came from several fragments of art. “I have so many things inspiring me, so I do not know which one to say first,” Mino says. “Among them, some works of (Italian painter) Piero Fornasetti, various plants–especially blue roses– and the Japanese anime Devilman were in my mind. However, it’s my inner self that affected it the most. I stayed alone in the studio every time so I could be deeply involved in my work and I looked back upon myself.”

XX as a whole has been well-received thanks to its use of complex metaphors, puns and double meanings in its lyricism, but for Mino, making this record was about finding his true self. “I got down to work in earnest in the beginning of 2018 for this album,” he says. “It contains various songs ranging from a song written two-three years ago to a song written two weeks before the album came out.” The rapper has written and composed each and every track, taking a dive into his own psyche to unleash several different sides of himself. In a video teaser right before XX‘s release, Mino explained he’d made the album by “grating [his] soul into it” and the result is an LP that is diverse, clever, saucy and undoubtedly one of the best hip-hop albums of 2018. Lyrically, he tackles everything from waiting for a lost love (“Fiancé”) to calling out obsessive fans (“Agree”) and bold eroticism (“Hope”). He gets emotional on “Alarm” and “Her,” exploring heartbreak, his relationship with his fans and self discovery. “I was getting to love myself, and everything [about that experience] is in this album,” Mino tells me. “I got a lot of thoughts and experiences from it and I am so proud of the production process.”

It’s clear from the get-go that wordplay is key; in the vicious introductory track “Trigger,” Mino uses syllables in its Korean title to play on the curse word ‘shibal,’ blazing through verses of self-praise with swagger, while on “Rocket” he drops references to art, Korean mythology and more. It’s the realest taste of what he’s truly capable of and it surprises and delights in equal measure. The impressive roster of collaborators on the record include YG Entertainment’s biggest in-house producers Choice37 and Millennium, comedian and actor Yoo Byung-jae and up-and-coming vocalist Blue.D, among others. There was one artist, however, that Mino was particularly excited to work with. “It was all fun, but working with YDG was extremely impressive,” he says proudly of his collaboration with the Korean hip-hop veteran on “Bow Wow.” “It was one of my dreams from my childhood.”

Mino at a press event for ‘XX’ in November 2018.

With XX being his first massive solo effort, Mino confesses there were hurdles along the way that he hadn’t expected. “The toughest part was familiarity,” he says, adding, “When I listened to songs hundreds of times to make a song, I always got confused. That’s the hardest thing to me.” Working alone means more pressure and he says he finds it more peaceful when he’s working with the members of Winner– Hoony, Yoon and Jinu. “When I work alone… I get sensitive because I am dissatisfied with any result. When I work with Winner, it’s really a load off my mind. Each member has their own roles, and I think we fit in nicely with each other.”

Mino’s journey has been wild, difficult, rewarding and a little messy–we’ve covered a lot of it over the course of the interview, but it still feels like we’re scratching the surface. He seems to agree; there’s a lot more he wants to consume and learn and a lot more he wants to show all his fans, old and new. “I am always thankful to fans who have supported me from the beginning and everyone who has known me since yesterday,” he says. “I will try to put a little more of my own personality and style on next album, and I also want to challenge something that no one expected.” While the search for the ‘real’ Mino continues, XX is a chapter in his story that marks a significant turn; he’s found a balance between the sexy rapper we see with Winner, the exuberant hip-hop dudebro he turns into with MOBB and the expressive poet he is as a soloist. It might not be lightening in a bottle just yet, but it’s pretty damn close.

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10 messy hairstyles for short hair - quick chic!

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This totally fresh hair color blend will mark you out as a luxury lover with good taste – and the cash to get the best colorist in town! The casual long bob has ultra-modern, disconnected layers floating around the sides, which are deftly highlighted in pearl ash-blonde. The roots are a soft shade of gray, which transitions gently to medium-ash blonde with a touch of beige. The angle of the bob is rounded and gently waved sections add volume, texture and movement. These ethereal colors suit blue and green eyes and pale skin with cool undertones. This is a fantastic piece of creative hairdressing and the true definition of 'effortless elegance'!

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Pretty pearly blue-green balayage on ruffled pixie cut

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Extreme messy boy-cut with shaggy bleached bangs

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at his words, the blonde let out an irritated scoff, the alcohol buzzing faster through her system now as her adrenaline picked up and the weight in her chest kept her a little off balance. "oh fuck you," she groaned, taking her hand and hitting his bicep with enough force to almost send her crashing over. "i don't know how to do any of this luis- like fuck, i knew you were a dick but i didn't know you were... like-" tiffany didn't know what words she wanted to use, her vocabulary becoming infantilized as she continued to recognize how out of her element she was here. frowning, she narrowed her eyes at him, allowing him to slowly advance and decorate her flushed face with the contraption. if this had been some scene from a fucked up crime novel, one could view this gesture as almost romantic, but tiffany's arms just laced across her chest as she stared down the other in a momentary state of loathing. god, she knew he was getting a kick out of this- she could see it gleaming in his eyes. was this fun for him? not just putting her in this situation, but was this- whatever this was- something he did because he enjoyed it or because he had been corrupted into believing he had no choice? the blonde, having learned that obnoxious nagging about wanting to be in on his secrets got her in situations she couldn't get out of, decided not to press him on the matter. her eyes rolled when he tapped her respirator, and as she settled more into the situation, she found it more and more difficult to keep her mouth shut. "this better be a really fucking hot brunette... with like, the fattest ass this world has ever seen. if her thighs don't crush my god damn skull, i'll come for yours with a brick." tiffany's threat was, for the most part, empty... but it was a threat nevertheless. she grumbled under her breath like a stubborn toddler, taking her designated cleaning supplies and carrying herself off into the far corner. tiffany focused extra hard on her steps so she didn't stumble and further promote herself as incapable, peering over her shoulder to watch how he approached his mess and repeating his actions herself. after pouring some of the bleach, she stepped back from it, turning fully to face him and narrowing her eyes once again; "oh- now you inform me there's gloves?" shaking her head, she decided she had already come this far, and continued to decorate the stained flooring with generous portions of bleach, swallowing her tongue and refraining from pushing him any further than she already had.

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when he turned from her, tiffany released a breath she hadn’t noticed she was holding, beginning to feel her heart pick up a little bit of speed as she began to sink into the soul-crushing reality of the situation she had found herself in. curiosity may not have killed the cat, but it did make it a witness. sucking in her lower lip, she chewed on it for a bit of comfort, her eyes still harshly trained on luis’s silhouette to distract from how intense the smell of iron was now infesting her nostrils. her throat lurched a little and she kept her feet where they were until the other instructed her to move, knowing there was no turning back. no, turning back wasn’t an option as soon as bringing tiffany here crossed luis’ mind and this, the blonde was not-so-blissfully aware of. whilst tiffany was strong and not particularly a good person- the most criminal she got was speeding on an open highway… and some minor offenses of defamation, verbal threats ,and a count or two of vandalization all in the name of competition. this was different. she paced over to the cabinet, feeling her stomach knot a little as she yanked the doors open, her hands a bit shakier than she was aware of until she was forced to utilize them- tiffany took a moment to collect herself out of his view shot. a few deep breaths, in threw her nose, out as quiet as she could manage through her mouth. after a beat, she reached in to clutch the handle of the bag with an extra strong hold to disguise her nerves, and she brought it over to luis feeling a little more at ease. as he took it, the strength of his action almost sent her toppling over- christ, what the fuck was wrong with her? she had to get it together… and quick. observing him closely as he opened it and began sifting through its contents, she lingered just behind him, a little nosey as she peered around his shoulder before situating herself directly next to him. the objects contained within the bag made her brows furrow, her jaw clenched tightly as she masked her doubt with a cool and mask of morbid fascination. maybe she should have just kept her nose out of his business, not have been so obnoxiously persistent about wanting to know what he did for work when he brought up his jobs, kept her metaphorical hands to her god damn self. when he held the respirator out to her, the blonde stared at it emptily, taking it in her hands and having a moment to herself to drink in what would happen when she put this on. at his words, she lifted her eyes, feeling a bit of her normal bite return to her words: “how the fuck would i know how to put this on myself?” she inquired, meaning for it to come out as a joke but her tone not complimenting that notion. her voice was a bit of a hoarse whisper, like people were watching them or listening in through the walls; “why would i know how to put a respirator on myself, luis? do i look like i use respirators on a daily basis?” perhaps now was not the time to give luis a little bit of lip, but he did take her alongside him on this journey after all… and exposing tiffany to a little bit of a traumatic scenario and pretty much cornering her into helping him clean it up wasn’t going to get rid of… well, tiffany. she returned the respirator to his grasp, slid her purse off her shoulder and dropped it onto the table besides his bad of concerning objects, rolling the hair tie she had on her wrist off to secure curly blonde tresses into a pony tail and taking a deep breath, the words “jesus christ” entangling themselves in her exhale. what the fuck was she getting herself into?

Luis was completely in his element here, doing dirty jobs for the big boss and this one was pretty tame if he was being honest. At least the body was already gone. Actually, considering how much blood there was, he had to assume the guy was still out there walking around - or more likely, laying around somewhere waiting to be taken to the hospital. Pretty good outcome for whoever it was. It was clear though that none of this fazed him, he was actually quite enjoying it. He felt useful, at home with things like this. The underbelly of society was where he belonged. At her inquiry, one that might have been meant to be lighter in tone but failed, Luis turned towards her and chuckled. “You wouldn’t but I just wanted to hear you admit you didn’t know how to do something for once.” Was it fucked up? The whole thing was but he was having a good time. Reaching out, he took the respirator back from her and slowly walked towards her, sliding it over her nose and mouth and tightening it enough so it wouldn’t shift out of place. “That alright? Just nod.” He briefly wondered how this was affecting her, if she’d learn her lesson about asking too many questions - something he normally loved about her until it was turned on him. The less questions, the better. And this was why. His secrets found a home in shadows and those who pried too much ended up getting hurt. He didn’t want that to happen to Tiffany, which was unusual, so this was his solution. Scare her by showing her why she was better off being ignorant. Tapping on her respirator with a smile, he put his own on, making sure it was tight enough that it wouldn’t shift. Pulling out one bottle of bleach, he handed it over to her before pointing at the far corner where she needed to start. Then he took another bottle for himself, one of the rags and a pair of gloves that had seen better days before getting started on the chair. Everyone knew that a recently bleached room was suspicious, or maybe not everyone but everyone Luis surrounded himself with, so they had to make sure the blood was taken care of but that there was still some dirt around to not draw attention. “When you pour that over the stains, leave it for a while before starting to clean it - gotta let it break down the blood first. We’ve got gloves too.”

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