#towhead

[letterstomygrandma]

Your Hair

You were born with blonde hair.

My mom a towheaded child too.

I was born bald.

Jokes that when my hair began to come in it looked like grandpa’s.

Grandpa started to lose his hair in his twenties.

In your love letters to him you’d suggest he massage his scalp more.

When my hair came in, it was with a vengeance.

Tight curls and dark brown.

My other grandma I have to thank for that.

I thank you for your left-handedness.

Teaching me how to scramble eggs.

How to listen.

How to be direct.

How to tell’em whose boss.

How to say Missouri the way it’s supposed to be said.

[sysig]

The most cherubic little golden-haired baby boy (Patreon)

[generic-enthusiast]

Just remember that no matter how many times an attractive actor plays him, Dally will always be the same tow-headed, shifty-eyed gremlin we all know and love

[felidthing]

i need you guys to understand how light my hair used to be

[so-i-did-this-thing]

Y'all have been good not clowning on this too much, and I found some more fun photos.

Shoutout to every trans kid who eagerly awaited Halloween and school projects for a shot of gender euphoria (even if I was Joan of Arc for one of these). My little serious face in most of these pics meant I was trying to look intimidating/heroic, lol. If you know who I am cosplaying in the last photo (age 18?), you are a huge nerd.

And here is

Age 16/17: Junior prom and the most miserable outfit ever, one of 3 times I ever wore a dress as a teen

Age 37ish: Year when I was on a half-dose (or less) of T because I had problems finding an affirming endo, so I was super twinky and upset my beard progress had stalled

Age 47, five months before the previous age 47 pic: Cribbing from one of my blorbos to dial in my personal style

We all have different journeys, but looking in the notes, it seems like a lot of folks are finding comfort in having some similar age milestones.

Take care, be proud of the progress you have made exploring who you are, and don't be afraid to laugh at yourself.

The evolution of (trans) man.

(Well, this one, anyway.)

Age 9: "Tomboy"

Age 15: Strictly enforced femininity

Age 30: Hitting the mental limits of being closeted all his life and about to crash HARD

Age 47: Fifteen years now since starting transition. Far more good days than bad, no regrets.

The world may be full of uncertainty and danger, but I resolve to continue to find joy in who I am. Be joyful to be kind to yourself and be joyful to spite the bastards who would tear us apart.

[oneofstarkskids]

little james

yelena belova x fem!reader

genre: domestic fluff!

summary: you didn't expect yelena to have a knack for babysitting, but she likes to keep you on your toes

note: au! ROMANOGERS GRAHHH

you heard a knock and let your whisk slip into the bowl of icing as you practically ran to the front door.

natasha held the sweetest towhead boy closely to her chest. steve was behind her with a reassuring hand on the small of her back.

the couple decided after four months of sleepless nights, it was time for a trip. at first, they were hesitant to leave their baby boy but decided that if they could trust anyone to look after him it would be you and yelena.

"it'll just be a few days," the red haired woman cooed to her son. steve smiled down at him, "we'll be back before you know it."

of course the baby didn't really understand what they were saying.

at least that was what you had thought until he started crying the second she handed him over.

you rocked him side to side gently, "hey, it's alright. let's go see auntie lena."

you heard your name once more and looked up to meet their grateful eyes, "thank you again." you beamed, "it's no problem."

you waved them away, "now get outta here you two." they grinned before turning to leave, partially relieved and mostly nervous.

you shut the door before they could change their minds.

"are you hungry? i'm baking a cake!" you told the sweet boy.

"you can't give sugar to a baby. besides, he doesn't have teeth," yelena's thick accent came from across the room. she leaned her hip against the wall as she crossed her arms.

she looked beautiful, nearly making you forget what you were doing. despite the gorgeous features of her face, you could tell by her expression that she was nervous.

yelena didn't move, so you came to her. "this is little james," you said softly.

yelena's expression didn't change. she was working extra hard to keep it stoic, as if she was testing the baby.

"do you want to hold him?" you asked and she mulled it over for a moment before giving into his big blue eyes.

the blonde woman held the baby out in front of her like he was a bag of trash.

you couldn't help but snicker, making her peek around little james to give you an unamused look. "do you find this humorous?"

"maybe just a little," you teased.

it only took a few minutes for yelena to warm up to baby james and suddenly they were inseparable.

she bounced him up and down and rocked him side to side as she sang russian nursery rhymes.

despite the violent nature of most of them, he seemed to enjoy the sound of her voice. as did you.

and you couldn't get a second with him. anytime you tried to coo at him, she would shoot you a glare.

so you went back to finishing up your cake until you heard your name again.

"something over here smells really bad," yelena said, nose scrunched up.

you pressed your lips into a thin line to keep from laughing. "he probably needs a diaper change."

"oh," she looked at you with wide eyes before looking back at the baby. she picked him up, kept him at arms length, and handed him back to you. "you can have him now."

"of course," you said unsurprised.

[green5quirrel]

Nope. He was towheaded.

Peanuts sketches!

In my Charlie Brown era I guess lol

[cartwrong]

For the @ficwip word of the week: park

Catherine had met River once as a child. He had these enormous blue eyes that seemed to study you from behind a fringe of blonde hair. Rose had brought him by the Park–or what was then the Park, it was a hotel now–when they made the trip into the city to see a play and visit Grandad at work. He was the only child she had ever seen there and it was an odd thing to see David Cartwright turn from the Old Bastard to Grandad in his presence. 

Catherine could never quite picture the woman who would have abandoned that towheaded child who clung to Rose’s hand and laughed when David pulled a coin from behind his ear. Charles died only weeks later and after basement interrogations from Bad Sam, she hadn’t stepped foot in the Park since. With everything that happened after, she hadn’t thought about that moppy haired little boy until he trudged up the Slough House staircase twenty years later. 

 Catherine had taken every day since then one day at a time, now, waiting for River to come through surgery, she was simply taking it minute to minute. 

[dallasgallant]

tbf pony like really tears into dallas for being blond 😭 like at least in the beginning until he and johnny go to him for help he’s like oh yeah that guy is TOWHEADED he’s a BLOND FREAK it’s almost WHITE even his CHEST HAIR is like that he’s so WEIRD and did I mention that he’s blond and it’s UGLY EWWWWWWWW it kills me pony is such an asshole fuckin-a 😭😭 but I def don’t think that a character has to be exact when it comes to adaptations for the most part so long as they truly understand their character do what you want !! screw em !!!! give him a jet black buzzcut if people wanna be whiners !!!!!!

Meanwhile he’s like “my brother and my mother have flowing locks like the wheat in the plains and are so lovely blond is so nice.” “Not him though. Gross.” 💀💀💀

I was talking about this the other night actually where it’s how much of his blunt meanness in the book is through pony’s pov? And in the movie he’s more??? Casual mean??? Still mean but it’s less Harped on being slightly out of exclusive POV (like I acknowledge difference people I’m just saying the base is the same and it’s subtleties in how the same behavior manifests. To go back to that point)

Buzz cut? I’m not a monster now 😭

But everyone be nice or he’s getting a rainbow perm 🫵

[elainemorisi]

Am I the only overly literal person who thought dirty or dishwasher blond was significantly lighter than this?

This is very light brunette or gold.

Assume you have not forgotten all descriptive words in your moment of need, and that you can speak this language. Regrettably, circumstances do not permit you to spend more than a paragraph scrupulously describing the effect of highlights, and the audience is not necessarily interested in the tiny specific variations of hair color in white people. WHAT COLOR. PICK ONE. GO.

[unsoundedcomic]

Hang on, wasn't Farold's a cross caste place? Duane was going to buy Will a milk drink there? Also re: Wandering Kauri woo New Zealand mentioned \o/

Will is Special. If you look at the crowd in there earlier this chapter, it's all towheads.

I did change this though. My original conception for the owners was they were Jets and the shop was more diverse, but it's just better storytelling to keep it simple, and have it be symbolic of the Soud in Durlyne. It's a repeating location next book. And think of the drama of Will Argenti hanging out there, and it being so important to him because his favourite people are there. It must really grate his father.

[pumpkinspice-creations]

Some of you may know, others may not but I've been working on a Stardew Valley ShanexFarmer fic for almost two years and I'd very much like to share the link and an excerpt. Please mind the tags, the fic may not be for everyone, it's messy there's a lot of good but also a lot of bad. This sketch is from the most recent chapter, there is a full image over on AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47910130/chapters/120791827

~*****~~~~Sample below the cut~*****~~~~

Shane Moore hadn’t always been such a miserable piece of shit, at one point he had charisma, skills and goals. Now here he was stuck back in his hometown, with three maybe four people he could stand, drowning his misery in pint after pint, day after day. Wasting away in a crappy retail job, in an oppressively tiny town. Taking care of a kid he had no business watching over. Who could blame him indulging in the occasional (daily) brew. 

   Saturday nights were always busy at the Stardrop, other than the locals there were tourists down for the spring air and a few visitors from surrounding villages that didn’t have their own bars. Shane had managed to keep the seat next to him empty through the dinner rush and was settling into his third beer, pleased that he’d been left mostly alone to wallow. Around nine pm his peace was disturbed by a wild puff of cotton candy hair in a jean jacket sitting next to him. Emily waved at the newcomer excitedly and mouthed something, the teal and lavender mess of hair nodded back excitedly and Shane scoffed into his beer. 

   Please don’t talk to me. He grumbled to himself mentally, staring into the dregs of his drink. 

   “Here’s your Rum and Cola Shells, you eating anything tonight?” Emily asked plonking down a glass and taking Shane’s to refill. 

   “Well if the kitchen isn’t closed I’d love some cheese pizza. Oh! Look what I found today!” She excitedly pulled out a small photo booklet and handed it to Emily. 

   Shane could already tell this “Shells” was going to be on his annoyance list. He couldn’t help but idly wonder how Emily knew her, maybe her new girlfriend? Nah she would have introduced them already if that were the case. His mulling was interrupted by a cackle from Emily as she shoved the open book between his nose and his beer. 

   “Look, it's a baby Shane!” 

   He sat up with a grunt and refocused his eyes, willing himself to see the images in front of him. One picture was two towheaded kids, sitting on the beach building sand castles, the boy about two the girl closer to six and in the background… he stared closer at the picture it was him and his older sister, he must have been about eight at the time. The second picture was him and the little blond girl sharing a beach towel, each with a push-pop and a scowl. He looked up to Emily then over at the person sitting next to him, who gave him a bright smile. 

   “So you were my beach buddy back then huh?” 

   Yep, definitely obnoxious . 

   “Shane, this is Shellby, she’s the one who took over Stargazer Farms. Shellby this is my friend Shane, I meant to introduce you two before but you were so busy.” 

   Shane took the offered hand and shook it, her hands were wrapped in bandages and the shake was over quick as she flinched her hand away. Still scowling slightly he looked at the picture before handing the book over. 

   “Old man Barns your grandad?” 

   “Yep, and I found this book when cleaning out the farm house.” She turned to sip from her drink. “I was wondering if anyone in it still lived around here, excited to see someone does. Sorry Em, I didn’t find you in the book but I’m sure we still woulda got along.” 

   “Doesn’t look like you and Shane are getting along in that photo so I’m not jealous.” Emily said with a laugh before leaving them to put in the pizza order. 

   “So Shane,” - Oh here we go, small talk, joy. - “You work at Joja?”

   She pointed to his sweatshirt and he grunted in response. “Hah, yeah I hear that, fuck those guys.” 

   He looked over at her as she focused on her drink, giving another grunt of agreement as he gave her a drunken appraisal. Judging by the sunburn on her cheeks, and the bandaged hands she wasn’t taking to farm work all that easily. With how fat she was, he assumed she probably wasn’t used to physical labor. Good maybe she’ll fail , he thought to himself smugly. 

   Shellby could feel the animosity rolling off the man next to her, and quickly retreated into her drink. She struggled to deal with drunk folks, unless she was drunk herself but she had promised Emily she’d stop being such a recluse. The first month of her new life had been spent aggressively clearing the land and planting crops. There was also a hope that the drinks would calm her aching muscles so that she might be able to get a good night’s sleep. Before she knew it she was finishing her drink off, glancing out of the corner of her eye at Shane to see he'd gone back to staring into his. The empty glass was traded for a slice of pizza and a plate of pepper poppers. 

   "Hey Em I didn't order these." She gestured to the poppers, confused. 

   "On the house, a welcome gift if you will." Emily said with a smile as she took the empty glass. "Want another?"

   "Nah, just water till I finish eating thanks." 

   "Light weight." Came the grumble from Shane. 

   "Oh you're gonna be rude? Shame… and here I was gonna offer to share my poppers with you." She replied sassily as she picked one up and put it in her mouth giving no indication of the molten hell unleashed on her tongue. 

   Ah, a bit of machismo to her huh? Shane gave a half smile at her aggressively neutral face and took a popper from the plate. 

   "Please forgive me Princess Pepper Poppers for daring to call you a lightweight." He scoffed, noticing the crooked tilt to the corners of her mouth. "Can you ever forgive me?"

   When she didn't stop him he put the pepper in his mouth and bit down, exhaling hard to blow the steam out. These were super fresh and super molten, Yoba they were like lava. He scowled when she laughed at his expression. 

   "Haha sure, but it's “Grand Wizard Pepper Poppers,” not princess. Watching you burn the shit out of yourself was payment enough." 

   She turned to her pizza scarfing down a few bites. He felt his mood towards her lighten slightly as he took another pepper, being decidedly more careful the second time. Sure she came across as a little annoying but he couldn't help but smile at her, it was a bit like his old frat days. The fact that she was sharing his favorite food with him was also a likely contributing factor. 

   Emily popped back and forth chatting with Shellby while she ate. The warmth of food and her first drink settling into her skin, loosening the knot at the base of her neck slightly. Pizza and several poppers finished she sat back with a stretch and a groan which caused Shane to shoot her a look. 

   "I didn't even have to touch ya." He slurred at her. 

   "I'm not nearly drunk enough for that." She shot back, immediately regretting it at the poorly masked look of hurt he gave her. 

   "Another drink Shells?" Emily was back, cutting the tension before it had a chance to simmer. 

   "Uh, yeah an alien brain hemorrhage please." Shellby turned her look from Shane back to the bartender, doing calculations on what would have her fully buzzed by bed. "Actually make that two." 

   "Can't say I'm familiar, city girl." Emily laughed back. 

   "I'll teach you, it's pretty simple and doesn't taste too horrid." 

   "Sure but you gotta make one for me too." 

   "Yeah alright, I need four double shot glasses, a spoon, peach schnapps, Irish cream, grenadine and blue Curacao."

    The farmer subtly jerked her head towards Shane when Emily looked confused at the number of glasses. There was a small nod before she went to collect the requested items. Shellby showed her how to pour the Irish cream over the spoon back into the schnapps so it curdled and sat atop looking like brains. She followed it with drips of grenadine and Curacao to create the illusion of a brain bleed in the four glasses. She pushed one to Emily, took two for herself and offered the fourth to the sullen man beside her. 

   Shane was jolted once more from his end of day pity party by a shot being offered to him. He looked at it blankly as he took it, noticing the bizarre consistency. 

   "The fuck is this?" He asked, raising it to the light. 

   "A shot, on me." She replied cheekily.

   "To new friendships." Emily chimed in, clinking glasses with them both. 

   They each took the shot, Emily and Shane sputtering as Shellby took her second one. The texture was thick and slimy, it reminded Shane of something from college but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. It was almost like a raw oyster without the chew. 

   "That texture is awful!" Emily laughed, shoving Shellby's shoulder from across the bar. 

   "Yeah, people I knew in college would use this shot to suss out who was sucking dick." 

   A loud cough from Shane as he looked at her incredulously. 

   "Despite the feel of it the taste was good, if a guy's stuff tasted like this I might reconsider my sexuality." Emily remarked quietly so only the two could hear. 

    Shane was surprised, other than himself and maybe Haley no one else in Pelican knew that Emily was queer. How had this outsider ingratiated herself so quickly to the blue haired mystic? Emily must have caught on to his thoughts as she leaned forward and tapped the rainbow flag patch on the sleeve of Shellby's jacket. Shellby turned at the tapping and smiled pleasantly before counting out and handing Emily a large wad of gold bills. 

   "Alright I'm outta here, lots to do tomorrow and I wanna get home before the liquor hits." She said cheerfully as she got up. "Have a good night Em, and nice meeting you Shane. I hope we can become buds." 

   With that she was up and out the door leaving Shane to finish the last two poppers which had long since cooled. 

   "Kinda annoying isn't she?" He asked Emily cautiously. "I mean no one is genuinely that good natured." 

   "She paid your tab for tonight if you stop drinking now." Emily responded with a shrug, smirking at Shane's facial shift. "Besides, judging by her aura she's not being deceitful."

   "Ah, well paying my tab does make her less annoying." He rolled his eyes at the aura comment and finished his final beer. "I guess I'll try to be nice to her, for your sake." 

   "Aren't you oh so very magnanimous." Emily shot back playfully. 

   "Yep, that's me, a regular saint." He responded as he stood up, wobbling on his feet. 

   "I'm serious though, you two might make great friends. I see a lot of similarities." Emily called after him as he walked out. 

   Too bad for her I fucking hate myself . He thought ruefully. 

   It was an early night for him it seemed, he was drunk but not to the point of being blacked out. It was rather nice to be semi-lucid as he walked through the village looking up at the stars. He had even left before Marnie, which meant he could relieve Penny from her babysitting early. Maybe he should get a little treat for Jas with the money he saved tonight. A small smile crossed his face at the thought of getting some flowers or candy for his goddaughter. 

   A spark of annoyance ignited in Shane at the startled look Penny gave him as he entered the ranch house. He scowled at her as she turned away to gather her things. How dare she fucking judge me, look at Pam, she doesn't even have a job. When Penny turned back to him he forced a tight smile as he counted out the bills and handed them over. 

   "Thanks, hope Jas wasn't too much of a handful tonight." 

   "No, she was sweet, and actually went down to bed pretty easily." Penny said with a smile before heading out of the home. 

    Shane slid into Jas's room to check on her, muffling a curse as he stepped on a metal piece of doll furniture. He picked up the offending object, a scale microwave, and put it in the dollhouse. Keeping as quiet as possible he bent over and kissed his niece on the forehead gently pulling the book she had wrapped in her arms free. It was a thick book, Encyclopedia Botanical, and Jas had taken to sleeping with it and carrying it everywhere. The idea that started the obsession was that she was going to memorize every plant, he had joked with her that she'd need to learn via osmosis which led to the uncomfortable bed fellow. He hadn't had the heart to tell her that wasn't a thing when she gave him that excited look. 

   "Uncle Shane…?" She mumbled tiredly. 

   "Hey kiddo." He whispered, kneeling by the bed so she could hug him around the neck. "Just checking on you, so have some sweet dreams."

   "Why does your mouth smell like peaches?" She accused him as he tucked her back in. 

   "The farmer gave me a peach." He lied as he tucked the blankets firmly around her. 

   "She's nice… maybe she'll give me one too…" and just like that she was once again fast asleep. 

   "Yeah, maybe she will chickadee." He said gently with a chuckle before getting up to slip back out the door. 

    Shane busied himself with washing up and changing for bed. Slipping under the covers before midnight for the first time in weeks. His head swam with a pleasant buzz and his body felt loose and warm, he had forgotten what it was like to drink without over drinking. Sure the constant voice in his head ridiculing him for every mistake in his life wasn't drowned out but he also wasn't nauseous.

[artbyvyse]

Towhead Youth by Richard Vyse

[stompanieart]

the addendum to this is that if i follow you and you oc post, i am clutching my phone like fucking gollum, imagining your oc interacting with brid

y'all i gotta say while it's sicknasty to go insane over your own ocs, it feels good as hell to be a weirdo about someone else's ocs, too

[moony-talks]

I knew a boy, once when I was small  A towhead blond with eyes of salt  He played the drum in the marching band  His parents cared more about the Bible  Than being good to their own child  He wore long sleeves 'cause of his dad

Don’t even attempt to tell me that’s not about baby Barty crouch jr. don’t try. You won’t convince me.

[fatchance]

The great blue herons are nesting again this year in the same tree on the banks of the San Pedro River. They've built a fine new nest, but it isn't positioned conveniently for non-heron observers.

Heron-watching sometimes requires heron-like patience. For at least a half hour I watched mama heron hovering motionless over the nest, shading it with her wings spread like a parasol. She final stood to stretch a bit, and I could see the fuzzy tops of at least two towheaded chicks.

Great blue heron / garza morena (Ardea herodias) at San Pedro House.