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decided to give myself a haircut and i don’t know how i feel about it😵💫
#i totally winged it#like i can cut people’s hair but it’s so difficult to do it on yourself#well by i can is i just do a decent and nice haircut#i should have just waited to get the haircut at a professional#oh well#it’s SO SHORT#and puffy
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Worries and a date
Sigma x Reader
" Ah—...how would i even.. "
You can't convince me that this ube keso man with one of the most hellishly layered hair in the universe—did not plan for weeks or tried to find a way to properly approach you without making you uncomfortable.
Every layer of hair he has is a layer of anxiety and worry, for himself and probably the casino, congratulations— you're a part of the layers of worry.
God has simply forsaken him just by birthing him with that haircut.
He may have panicked in the process because of his own thoughts; however, He's quick to compose himself and collect his thoughts.
He tried to not make it obvious while he was working, but the casino employees definitely noticed somehow, Some did joke lightly about it, Comically, he just sweat dropped in slight embarrassment.
He's never asking for help from nikolai again, he tried—but lets say he just found it "shocking." — I'll leave that to your interpretation.
He's trying not to suffocate himself in his own thoughts.
But he did get a few advices from a few people in the casino, some said flowers, some said food or just pure honesty with words.
So with that he spent WEEKS trying to see what you'd most likely love to be approached with, a very worrisome process he'd say, definitely.
He keeps glancing at your mannerism and actions throughout the week just to make it nice enough.
"I shouldn't ask them in a crowded place if they don't like that— would a more private and gentlemanly approach do well?..wait— no that sounds like I'll put them in too much pressure to accept...argh— !"
He certainly would ask himself many, many questions.
And you know what this man did?— simple is an understatement for this one.
He bought himself some flowers that his brain said reminded him of you or at least wanted to convey, Spent almost 3 hours writing something when the time comes he's approaching you, and a little cupcake of your favorite flavor, If you do not like cupcakes, assume it's your favorite dessert !
The bouquet looks to have Lavenders, roses, tulips and chrysanthemum, he most likely did some research on it for awhile.
I need me a man/woman like this, Good lord when.
I think he'd probably invite you to a cafe politely at a time where there's less people, for the benefit of you and himself, Works well in his head— Seeing that if you don't like being surrounded by busy noises of a cafe and etc.
And maybe also to save him from the embarrassment if he does happen to get rejected on a date and you walk away with a sorry and a bow.
Ah.. he's so dreamy 😔...
You'd most likely be the first to arrive in the cafe, but you obviously have your doubts if this is simply a hang out or a potential date, either way— you'd be satisfied.
Surprising that the cafe is so quiet?— calm.
Or maybe the fact theres only a few people in here.
And another surprising thing is that the waitresses/waiter's of the cafe escorted you to a seat that gives you the decent privacy you'd ever want in a cafe near a window with good lighting even !— just makes you question even more if it was just a hang out or a date.
You're internally giggling at this point, i mean— i would too, you already placed your bets it is.
Sigma made it quite obvious— a product of his panic and worry caused it, but you can feel his effort wholeheartedly.
He enters holding that bouquet, his little memorized speech of agonizing effort and admiration and a tiny dessert you'd definitely enjoy.
You'd giggle because he looks so silly and sigma just scratches his head in embarrassment as he takes a seat across you.
"You know... you're already taking me out on a date right now by just having me in front of you in a cafe— mhmhm ! "
"Ah..— do i say...uhmm..."
"I'm all ears, I'd love to hear it."
I guess he already took you out on a date before he even got to speak— but certainly he's glad it went well.
- @ ok chell | Twt
#sigma bsd#sigma#bsd#bungo stray dogs x reader#bsd x reader#sigma x reader#bsd fanart#bungou stray dogs x reader
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Heller Headcanons
Mordecai Heller. Lackadaisy. you know the one.
ask and ye shall receive. (there was only like a couple of you who did BUT I'M DOING IT ANYWAY)
i'll preface this with the fact that some of these are potentially stolen from fanfiction or just other people, so i'll post the fanfiction i refer to the most in the notes section.
He naturally runs hot. (his whole family does. a lot of people write mordecai as a frequently-overheating tuxedo cat, but i personally write for lackadaisy characters to be human so he runs hot)
Stomach sleeper. Always ends up having to untangle himself from the few blankets he sleeps under (again, runs hot)
He doesn't sleep easily and it has gotten to the point where his body adjusts to running off of five or less hours of sleep.
He finds music to be mildly disorienting or an obstruction of his hearing. He's hyper alert, and needs to be able to hear to do his job.
He will, however, very quietly sing if he can guarantee that ABSOLUTELY NO ONE ELSE is listening. He's decent at it, but in the soft way that one appreciates hearing a lullaby from their mother... if that makes sense. (i'm crying)
He can't whistle. Tried to learn as a kid, and then gave up.
He can braid hair. He's proficient at it, yet lacks hair to braid nowadays.
He takes after his father in appearance, and mother in demeanor. Or-- he took after his mother in demeanor before he turned cold to survive.
He tries his hardest to keep himself constantly busy and constantly in motion. When he was with Lackadaisy, at least someone would sit him down once in a while to get him to take a break, but now there's even more emotional turmoil and he doesn't have anyone to do that for him anymore.
Wanting to be constantly in motion is also one of the factors that keep him from getting a good night's rest. He'll run himself in circles after he showers and while he's trying to get settled in for bed and will go on like that until he collapses the second he lays down.
There have only been a few times where he let himself get "messy" when it comes to emotions. After settling in with Lackadaisy (and not being terrified post-train), Privately after Atlas's funeral, and probably a couple of times in his childhood because of how many times he was faced with death.
He would rather let his emotions eat him alive than feel them.
He can drive, but not very well. (i think this one is canon, actually. i don't know though, it's an honorary mention)
There's a scar right on the upper joint of his left thumb from when he was trying to cut something for his mother. It's one of those scars he's always absent-mindedly grazing his fingers over.
THICK HEAD OF HAIR. That runs in the family too.
Hater of haircuts, yet needs them to keep up appearances, so he'll only do them himself or tolerate them from a professional. If getting a haircut isn't in the cards with his schedule at any point, he'll manage to disguise the fact he needs one by keeping his hair slicked back as he always does.
He rarely ever spends time in his apartment. He moves around a lot for convenience so he keeps his possessions minimal. He does have a ficus though :) it moves with him and has come upon the brink of death very few times
Washes his hands a lot. Like, a lot a lot. Occasionally it wears his knuckles raw and dry. (he just like me fr)
He always accidentally ends up sounding condescending if he's trying to be nice, so he plays it off like he really was being condescending (he'll try to show that he cares some other way though. he doesn't do that often anymore since he's not close with anyone but it's important to mention)
He's pale, so when he gets genuinely angry or flustered or any strong emotion along that line that would push him to yelling, he gets red in the face. That's part of the reason he tries to keep composure.
Definitely wears shoulder holsters for symmetry and passes them off as being for practicality
if i have more i might add to this, but i hope yall enjoyed
again, the fanfiction i reference the most for when i write mordecai will be linked in the notes if i can get around to it
#lackadaisy#lackadaisy mordecai#lackadaisy headcanons#headcanons#HELP ME#I'M DYING I LOVE HIM#he hurts me so bad#ask and ye shall receive
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Query: Q x 00 Agent- Ch. 2: Mrs. White
Thankfully on top of Bond’s knowledge of being a spy, I’ve also picked up on his knowledge of proper dress attire. My apartment’s closet may be small, but I’ve filled any available closet space with clothing for every kind of occasion. Tonight, I decide on an emerald green dress with a v-neck. Not short enough to be distracting, but something a nun might frown at. Paired with silver earrings and simple black flats, my appearance seems reasonable.
“Wish me luck, Cricket.” I give a wave goodbye to the gray tabby as I shut the door.
M seems to have spared no expense, because when I exit my apartment building I find a sleek black Bentley waiting for me. The driver ushers me in without a word and drives straight to the glamorous Blixen. It’s mid-evening, which has produced a decent crowd of wealthy patrons. If it weren’t for my business here I’d feel very out of place. I walk up to the host, about to question about a table-
“Ah, Mrs. White. Your husband is expecting you!” The host greets me and begins leading me down the aisle.
Husband?! Is this what Bond goes through on a daily basis? This new Quartermaster better be as nice as Eve insists, because this whole situation feels like a gag. The host shows me to a table near the back next to a window that displays a gorgeous view of the city. It’s empty, meaning that my ‘husband’ is yet to show.
“Mr. White said he was running late, but you should still order anything you like. Our special tonight is lamb and chickpea stew. Please, enjoy!”
“Many thanks to you, sir.”
I unfold the menu and discreetly begin searching the surrounding patrons for any potential threats. There are none, only a few happy drunks near the bar. I check my watch, seeing that ten minutes have passed. Is this whole thing a joke-?
“Well hello there, Mrs. White.”
My made-up name almost makes me smile. The voice that said it seems strange, almost-
I look up, and almost think the lanky man has the wrong table. His face is young enough to pass as a college bloke, almost child-like. Dark, quirky eyebrows are arched over his brown eyes, full of curiosity. Simple glasses with a black lining cover these inquiring eyes. He’s wearing a very elegant suit, though not as expensive as Bond’s. Coincidentally his tie’s color is almost identical to my dress. I’ll admit he does clean up nice for a younger fellow. If it weren’t for his disheveled brown hair I’d say he was on a first date trying to impress me.
“Hello, Mr. White. I didn’t think they’d allow anyone to have such a messy haircut. I'm even required to keep mine up.”
The geeky man seems unfazed by my comment and settles down in the chair across from me, giving the menu a good search.
“I don’t do field work.”
My face can’t suppress a smirk. “Of course. You’re just the nerd behind the computer.”
Now I’ve got his attention because his eyes shift up to look at me, almost seeming to belittle me. “I’m the nerd behind the computer that can save your life, agent. Do you want this evening’s conversation to be effective or would you rather go down the street to the local pub to chat in a more childish manner?”
We’re left in a silent glaring battle. How does this guy have just as much spunk as Bond? I’ve not known him for five minutes and he’s already referred to me as a child. Two can play at that game.
“I don’t intend to chat with someone who’s mother still ties his shoes. Either tell me why M sent you to mock me or I am leaving.”
The man keeps a laid-back demeanor as he rises and rounds the table to lean down and whisper: “Pardon my french, love, but I’m your fucking Quartermaster and you better listen if you want to make it through your next mission alive. Do I make myself clear?”
His icy words leave me stunned, only being able to nod in response. Thankfully the waiter arrives now to save me from more arguing.
“Good evening, Mr. White. What will you be having this evening?”
“I will only have a cup of hot tea. Earl Gray, please.”
The waiter is surprised by this simple request, as am I. But he masks it well and turns to take my order.
“I’ll have a lavender lemonade martini.”
“Really, dear? I thought you might be hungry.” God this man really gets on my nerves.
“I lost my appetite,” I reply sweetly but with fiery eyes.
Once the waiter leaves looking rather frazzled, the Quartermaster gives me a skeptical look. “I see you picked up Bond’s love for alcohol.”
I shake my head and toy with the silverware. “Not in the slightest. I just really like lemonade. But if I’d ordered that you’d think I was a child compared to your choice of grown-up tea.”
He actually laughs at my small joke. “Earl Gray tea, only the best. But I wouldn’t think of you differently if you ordered lemonade.”
“Hm. So you don’t like alcohol?”
“I don’t drink on the job. Matter of fact, I don't drink at all.”
The waiter is very quick to drop our drinks off despite me trying to give him a friendly smile.
“Very mature of you. Yet it’s strange of you to only order a cup of tea in a fancy place like this. Ever been here, Quartermaster?”
The man sips his steaming mug of tea. “First, call me Q. It’s much easier. Second, no I’ve never been here. This is probably the most expensive restaurant I’ve ever set foot in.”
“So we both agree that M has exquisite taste?”
“Yes. Speaking of which, let’s get back to the task at hand.” Q pauses to take out a messenger bag he’s brought with him, then pulls out a silver necklace with a blue pendant on it. “For you, Mrs. White.”
“Thank you, dear husband,” I mock in the same cheesy tone. “If this whole dinner was to bribe me with jewelry then M obviously doesn’t know me so well.”
“Haha, we’re all laughing,” Q states dryly as his steady hands clip it around my neck. “It’s actually a disguised tracker. And this-” He pulls out a small box from his bag and opens it to reveal a pouch. “This is a sheath for one of our best non-metallic knives. Undetectable, very elegant and light weight. Which is why I named it Mrs. White in your honor.”
“Yeah, um, why the whole charade of you and me? You could’ve just said we were two old friends meeting for a chat.”
“People don’t ask questions when a married couple is involved,” Q replies lazily as he hands me the knife sheath. “It’s designed for you to wear it anywhere in order to avoid suspicion.”
I smirk. “Oh, like my bust?”
Q doesn’t even flinch. “Yes. Obviously Bond’s also schooled you in flirting, so this jewelry as you called it should suffice.”
“You’re having me model the necklace.” I raise a brow. “Would you have me try on the sheath as well?”
Q takes a deep breath. “Moving on. With the state Bond’s left the current espionage situation in, he’ll be sent to Hong Kong and you to Ireland.”
I almost choke on my drink. “You’re splitting us up? Bond and I are usually joined at the hip for missions.”
This seems to pinch something in Q. In the corner of my eye I see his eyes flick up to search my face for something.
“Figuratively or literally?”
Is this jealousy I detect? “Oh don’t flatter me. Bond never acts like that with me. He knows I put business before pleasure. So why Ireland?”
Q relaxes and takes another sip of this tea. “Closer to home. Better for us to keep an eye on you.”
My nose scrunches. “Are you saying I need a babysitter?”
“In a word, yes. You’re one of our youngest agents, which is why you’ve always been paired with someone.”
I take a good swig of spiked lemonade, then stare him square in the face. “Alright, just say it. You don’t think I’m qualified. You’re just like my last Quartermaster, who thought I belonged as a secretary. I may be young, but I am not dumb, Q. Just ask M. She knows I can go the distance.”
No matter how hard I’ve trained I never seem to control my temper. My own self-pride seems to betray me in delicate situations, and this is probably going to make Q dislike me even more.
However Q seems to take my small outburst surprisingly well. He finishes his tea and takes another deep breath. “I understand, agent. Being one who is also part of the outnumbered youth, I’m afraid our stereotyping of being under qualified only dissipates with age. But please let me finish: This time we are sending you on a solo mission under careful surveillance.”
Did- Did I hear that right? Solo mission? Bond guessed I wouldn't be eligible for those for years.
“Are you bluffing? How on Earth did I get waved for a solo mission?”
Q smiles at my giddy reaction. “I pulled a few strings. M and Eve both told me you could handle it.”
Keeping silent, I rise, move around the table, and pull in a surprised Q for a tight hug.
“Oh thank you! Thank you!” I whisper with contained excitement.
Q keeps stiff as a board, then grunts. “Um, first off, no hugging the Quartermaster.”
“Why? Are you a germaphobe?”
“I don’t do hugs.”
I partake in his request and release him, still smiling like a madman. “Ah. So how about a handshake?”
He considers this, then nods. “That’s acceptable.”
I vigorously grab his skinny hand and give it a firm shake. “I will not disappoint you!”
Q finally mirrors my smile as we begin to make our way to the cashier. “Better not, darling. I’d hate to have to attend your funeral.”
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Could you do a will x reader.
Reader has been dating will for a while but they start to grow distant. He doesn’t understand why so eventually after a week or so he talks to reader
Reader tells him how they feel like a boy. Will comes out as bi and tells reader he will still love him and they talk about if reader wants a haircut and so they go together to get readers hair cut
Then will shows him off to the whole group and everyone is super supportive of course!!
♡ bowlcut - w.b ♡
ofc lovely! <3 sorry this took so long :) @river13254
i know 80s indiana wouldn't be a time where trans people were accepted, known of, ect. i understand these characters in their time period wouldn't be supportive. FUCK OFF with your hate if you intend to share it - fiction is comforting for people. i want to spread positivity in my blog. i'm not trans and will obviously not fully understand the experience, but i will not turn away requests i think i can write because of "accuracy". let people be happy.
starstruckwillows 🂱
pairing; will byers x reader
category; fluff, maybe hurt/comfort
summary; will byers knows something is troubling you, and he intends to find out what it is
warnings/content; mentions of anxiety and stress
other; as usual, please let me know if anything is incorrect/insensitive so i can fix it asap, ftm!reader, it's sort of suggested reader hasn't changed his name? maybe it's neutral, or he just hasn't come up with one yet? interpret as wanted.
will was worrying the skin on his thumb as he stared at the space you had just been. it was the fourth time this week you'd left lunch only five minutes in, and he was more than a little apprehensive about approaching you when you were upset.
last time, you'd thrown a small tealight candle at him. it missed by about a yard and that was the scary part - you usually had decent aim.
still, he knew he'd have to confront you about your strange avoidance act eventually. will chose a nice, sunny day, about a week after the start of the behaviour.
he didn't beat around the bush.
"talk to me."
you jumped in your seat, not having noticed him enter your room.
confused, "did my dad let you in?"
"yes," he sat on your bed, "please can you talk to me?"
laughing, stilted and awkward, you swivelled your chair to face him, "about what?"
will rolled his eyes, not quite meanly, "c'mon. please just tell me what's wrong."
your eyes quickly begun to burn as he said that, tugging at the length of your hair awkwardly.
everything, you wanted to say, everything feels wrong.
what you actually said was, "i dunno what you mean."
intentionally dropping your voice an octave usually helped to sooth you, but it did nothing in that moment. you felt like you'd been caught, and you had, but not for what will thought.
"you know i love you, right?"
it seemed random. but the two of you knew it wasn't. will byers was anticipating a breakup, and in all honesty you were too. if you told him the truth, that was.
the sigh rattled through your bones as you whispered, "would you love me if i was a guy?"
your boyfriend froze. he had a secret of his own that he'd kept under wraps for a long time, one he wasn't sure he'd ever be ready to share with anyone, even his family.
which made the words leaving his mouth before his brain authorised it shocking for him, as well as you, "yeah."
taken aback, you questioned, "really? if i was a boy. with... no, y'know," your eyes flitted down to your chest, covered by your patented blend of a sports bra and baggy shirt.
carefully, but gaining confidence at your lack of apparent disgust, he nodded, "yeah."
"do you love me as a girl?" the word didn't feel good in your mouth. like waking up when you'd forgotten to brush your teeth the night before.
"yeah."
it seemed clear what he was telling you. but you needed to be sure, "you, erm... you could love a boy the way you love a girl?"
his answer was rushed now, misunderstanding your hesitancy, "yes, but i love you, a girl, the same way i could love another girl or another boy. i could love anyone, right now i love you, and just because i could love a boy doesn't mean i am loving one right now-"
you cut him off, the ramble dying in his throat as you did so, "what if i told you i think you are loving a boy right now?"
he froze, misunderstanding again, "i love you."
"i know you do."
then it clocked, "you mean, you're-"
"yeah. would that be okay?"
the room fell quiet. your bitten-down fingernails drummed the desk anxiously as you didn't meet his stare. will decided that he'd had enough of you avoiding him, and stood to approach you.
he gently guided you up from the chair so you were more level, tentatively connecting your lips for the first time in seven, long days.
"yeah. i think that'd be okay."
the next day, after asking if there was anything he could to do to help ease the discomfort you'd explained to him, will took you to the barber shop he frequented. when he had the money, and wasn't doing it over the sink.
showing you photos in a leaflet, he asked, "do you want a bowlcut, like me?"
"...well, i wouldn't want to step on your toes."
after you'd returned to his own house, el entered his room, not looking up from her paper as she did so.
"will, i need to ask- wait... you have cut your hair."
you couldn't stop touching the ends of the locks, clipped to your head, "i did. do you like it?"
she tilted her face to assess, "yes. i like my hair now, though. i don't want it short. but it looks nice."
you'd already discussed telling his sister with will, but he looked to you for consent before doing so. on your confirmation, he said, "el... this is a new y/n."
"yes," the girl nodded seriously, "max told me a new haircut is like a whole new girl."
will pressed on, "well, in this case, y/n is a whole new boy."
el did not understand at first, "will! girls can have short hair too!"
"they can! they can, of course. we mean that y/n has decided to get a haircut so he can be more comfortable. and feel more like a boy, to him."
it seemed to take el a moment to consider this, "okay... so y/n... is a boy?"
being raised in a laboratory did not leave much room for prejudice - nobody ever tried to tell her this was impossible, and she had no reason to believe so. she felt like she learnt something new about the world every day as it was.
so she just replied, "alright."
"and el? it's a secret. just for a little bit, until y/n wants it not to be any more."
"alright. can you please help me with my biology paper now?"
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One fic per Billy Joel song #8
New York State of Mind
(Sexytimes under the cut)
When he’d left New York for LA, his initial thought had been “Fuck this place except Midge.” And for a good, solid eight months he’s been living with his mother and daughter. Working pretty steadily. Writing. Staying surprisingly clean.
He talks to Midge about once a week over the phone, late at night. And that’s good. That’s so good. He wants more of it, but that would require him to be in New York more - at all - and...well...
That awful city - overcrowded and smelly and twisted as it is - keeps calling his names, and now it’s almost October, and he just -
Can’t seem to fucking stay away.
So he sets it up. Nice and right. He pays for an apartment in the nice part of the Village. Three bedrooms, so he and Kitty each have one and there’s one he can use as an office, and when he lands, he has the cabbie take him there.
City’s the same, and that’s somehow so comforting. He gets to the apartment and it’s even nicer than he thought it would be. He has a fucking doorman. A doorman! Shit. And the unit itself is good. Lots of natural light. Decent kitchen. His things and Kitty will come out later.
It’s a Monday, so Midge is likely not working, and so he stops by her apartment sometime after dinner, jetlagged as he is, and when Midge opens the door, she looks surprised, but happy to see him.
“The last time you were here, you said ‘fuck New York I’m never coming back,’“ she teases as she pulls out some leftovers for him to scarf down. Lamp chops and roasted potatoes and brussels sprouts. A little pie for dessert.
He shrugs as he eats. “I lied. Got a place in the village. Three bedrooms, one for Kitty. I can do what I do anywhere, mostly. The writing at least. Cops out here still want to nail me, but I can handle it.”
Midge nods, watching him carefully. “You look good, Lenny.”
He glances up at her, taking her in. “I think telling you you look good, too would be an incredible understatement.”
She flushes just a little and looks away, putting some of the leftovers away when he’s done.
“Parents home?” he asks.
She shakes her head. “Paris for the month.”
“Kids?”
“With their father.”
“Their father?”
“Hates me right now for joking about his new haircut on national television,” she smirks.
“The haircut is that bad?” Lenny asks, quirking an eyebrow.
She gets a faraway look, almost like a thousand yard stare. “So fucking bad, Lenny.”
“He lose a bet?” he asks.
“Both Mei and I told him he couldn’t pull off a shorter haircut and he tried to prove us both wrong,” Midge explains, sitting next to him at the table. “And while I’m rarely right about anything, Mei is right about everything. So he’s stuck until it grows back, or he shaves it all off.”
Lenny chuckles and sits back in his chair. “It’s nice to be back. I missed you.”
Midge nods, smiling at him. “I missed you, too.”
They move the conversation to the living room. She mixes them some drinks and they talk while getting a little toasted. Her career is going well. She’s still Ford’s house comic. Ford is still desperate to bed her, and Midge hasn’t been at all interested. Susie is still Susie, but a much more relieved Susie now that Midge is working again.
Lenny’s been working and spending time with his daughter. He’s set to record an album in a few months, so he’ll have to go back to LA for that, but it’ll be temporary, and he thinks about asking Midge to come with him, but maybe when he’s settled. When he knows where they stand.
Currently, it’s late, and they’re both tired, and there’s no bed at his new place yet, and since her apartment is so empty, she has no problem offering him a place to stay.
“Couch is pretty comfortable,” she offers. “Or there’s always my bed. Depending on how you feel about that.”
“You know,” he says, gazing at her meaningfully. “I feel pretty good about that.”
Nothing happens.
Well.
He says nothing.
Nothing naked happens.
But laying in bed with her, both stripped down to nightgown and undershorts for the night, it’s too tempting to reach for her. They make out like frisky teenagers until he yawns, making her laugh.
“Oof, that is a kick to my ego’s nuts,” Midge jokes, making him laugh.
“It’s the jetlag, I promise it has nothing to do with you,” Lenny pleads, getting a little more serious. “You are lovely.”
They kiss a little more, and call it a night.
He wakes up to the traffic outside, and Midge’s head pillows on his chest, her fingers fiddling with the waistband of his undershorts, and he proves to her that it really was just the jetlag, shifting her onto her back, kissing downward.
They haven’t had sex since Carnegie Hall, and Lenny decides that’s too fucking long a gap as he makes her come. He decides he doesn’t want to live without this anymore as he trails kisses back up her body. He decides coming back to New York was probably the best idea ever as he sinks into her after fumbling with a condom.
When she cries out his name, reaching another release not too long later, tipping him over the edge with her, he figures maybe this horrible city isn’t that bad after all.
Lenny kisses her deeply as they both come down, her fingers caressing his skin wherever she can reach.
“Welcome back,” she mutters against his lips.
He grins and kisses her jaw.
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Good morning and happy new year Tumblrinas!
Okay, let's take stock of where we are...
I'm playing Baldur's Gate 3, it's pretty nice. Meant to romance Karlach out the gate but tripped and fell into Gale's lap, whoops. What can I say, the man's a soft touch and I'm into it. Gnome paladin was a great choice, I look hysterical with a greatsword. Just swing me like a catapult at that point.
Starting another save in Pokemon Violet on Switch, just for the lulz. Shouldn't take me too long to run through it. Probably got a craving from having played through around this time last year.
Trying maybe for a second masters. It sucks being in a job you're bored at, so thinking of switching industries. I should enroll in classes for Spring and Summer. I forgot how much work a degree is. But my first class went very well.
Trying very hard to get pregnant, well, my wife is anyway. Please, please let us baby. We'd like a baby. And then it will be my turn to become pregnant. Not, like, immediately, but soon. We'd like a few kids.
In the process of redoing my whole closet. I have a lot of old, worn out things, stuff that doesn't fit anymore, and I asked for gift cards for Christmas, so maybe I can put together a whole new wardrobe. New wardrobe, new me.
Did change my haircut, no more two block situation, now more of a traditional pixie cut. Looks kinda cute c: We'll see how that goes. I haven't had symmetrical hair in awhile. I'm so silver these days 8C
Cooking better all the time. Can't wait to see what new recipes I master this year. I attempted steak last year and it's gone pretty well! Wish lamb was more available in this country, I love lamb so much. I'd cook with it all the time if I could. I really want to make moussaka one of these days, it's so tasty and, I think, achievable.
Utterly haunted by the basil ice cream we had on my birthday though. God. Fuck. It sounds odd but it was... rewrote my brain.
Maybe we'll get to move soon! Now that we've paid for all that fucking sperm, we can save up to move into an actual house! How neat! The housing market here is garbage, big surprise, but I've found a few nice, newer houses closer to my current work that are in a pretty decent school district. I may be seduced.
And just think, then I could get a Costco membership 83 The only thing stopping me now is I have literally nowhere to put all the bulk items I'd be buying. But soon... soon, precious. My wife has never been to Costco, she does not know its cornucopia of treasures. Ugh, I can't wait!
Don't know what I'll write next. I've been toying with trying to do some original work, but I've realized that in my long years of fanfic, my character creation muscles have completely atrophied. How do you all just make little guys? Like, you have to believe in them and care about them, and I'm always 'It has red hair and green eyes... I don't even know what it likes yet!' And then I panic and give up. I just need more practice, I'm sure.
And I've started reading Homestuck.
Well, that's probably about enough to be going on with. Thanks for the listen!
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HI STARRRR
IM FEELING SOSO MUCH BETTER SO EXPECT ME TO HANG AROUND AGAIN HEHE <33
i got a haircut like two days ago and im actually so happy about it because most of my haircuts always end up shitty and then when i grow it out for a few months its decent but this one actually came out really really nice !!
can you believe we're basically 25% through 2024 already... it genuinely feels like 2021 or smth was literally a month ago i seriously cant believe time flies by THIS FAST.
also abt the lsfm thing THATS INSANE... because i thought the choreo was a little problematic too but i always thought like they were one of the rare groups where the fandom had like an even gender ratio 😭😭
anyways um ive been listening to this one song on loop (before the summer ends -dept, kuro) i would love your thoughts on it so if youre able to listen to it plspls update me on your review hehe 🥺🥺
luv u star!
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HI POOKIEEEEE 🫶🫶💕🩷💖💓
I’m so glad you like your haircut oh my god that makes me so happy 😭 why are haircuts so SCARY like they will legit cut off half an inch and I will go home crying almost GUARANTEED…. I’m trying to leave my hair alone bc it’s still so damaged from all the bleaching ☹️ pain.
NO I CANNOT BELIEVE HOW FAST THIS YEAR IS GOING….. like we’re almost in march?? Huh???? I feel like I was buying Christmas presents just yesterday 😭
The lsfm thing is soooo… I just hope source music protects them ☹️ sadly it’s inevitable with young idols at some point (we have literally seen in on this very platform !) but it’s their labels’ job to protect them and it just makes me sad. Like I think about vcha for example who have a 13 year old in the group…. Kaylee get behind me I will protect you !!!! 🤺
THANK U FOR THE SONG REC POOKIE I WILL LISTEN AND GIVE U MY THOUGHTS ASAPPPP 🫶💓 I love when you guys give me song recs I still have the playlist you suggested around December ish? And I listen to that Sabrina Carpenter song every DAYYY I’m so obsessed with it.
I LOVE UUUU I HOPE YOU’RE DOING WELL 🫶🩷
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When Sol and Avery Met
[At the student clinic]
Avery: *Just settling in with their book. They know that this student clinic is just a glorified nurse’s office. Might as well use this time to study and get even farther ahead in their classes*
Marina: *runs over and pulls Sol with her* ¡¡Oyé!! Avery!! We need assistance!! We require knowledge from you!!
Avery: *facepalms and then points to the sign that reads “Please keep quiet” with a sticky note that says “Marina, that means EMERGENCIES ONLY.”* Marina, you’re going to get me in trouble again if this isn’t an emergency! Who’s the shorty?
Sol: *in his head* 5’6 is a decent height for guys. But she’s super cute. Maybe she doesn’t know what she’s missing out on. *turns around to “stretch” and flex his muscles for Avery with “D1 Catcher” clearly showing on his letterman’s jacket*
Avery: *clearly unimpressed and they’re kind of on the edge with this show off now. The only other person they know on the baseball team is the person they share shifts with occasionally, but even that person is annoyed with the rest of the team. Judging by Short Stack here, it might be time to deflate egos. Especially if Short Stack is hanging around Marina* Does Short Stack need a brain transplant? Because I’m gonna tell you right now, science hasn’t advanced enough for that.
Sol: *deflates immediately. In his head* I’m definitely feeling that one. Now I’m faced with a challenge: either I can continue to try and win this girl over or I can back off and show how much of a coward I really am. Maybe she’s not really all that worth it? *looks back at her sitting behind the desk.* Even though her voice says she’s a girl, her short haircut, the blues in her hair, her septum piercing, and her figure all say she’s a girl. Looking at her clothes a muscle shirt with nothing underneath and I could’ve sworn I saw cargo pants. Well, whoever she is, she’s definitely nothing like what I grew up with. She’s definitely worth the shot. *out loud while leaning down on the counter* Then I guess I’ll have to go with a heart transplant since a beautiful girl stole mine.
Marina: *before Avery could respond with well-deserved slap to her new Chocolate Labrador Retriever friend, moves Sol back and puts her hands in front of her face* ¡Espérame! Actually I think he might have dyslexia!
Avery: *ever used to Marina putting herself in between and stopped* You know we can’t diagnose him here, right?
Marina: I know! Which is why I sought out the smartest person I know to come up with a plan for him! Who better than my non-binary best friend who goes by they/them pronouns and is definitely not a girl, y si tienes un cerebro puedes mirarle *with each word, the grip on Sol’s wrist got tighter and tighter*
Sol: *wincing from the pain but still trying to prove he can handle it* N-nice to meet you Ah-Avery. Won’t d-d-do it again.
Avery: *relaxed and smiled* As long as she claims you as her friend, you won’t be able to. *went to the computer and typed things out* I’m looking up clinics around the area where they can actually see you. Do you have a primary care physician that you could schedule an appointment with first?
{A/N: I won’t go on with the nitty gritty details of how to get a diagnosis, but this is the start of the MAS trio. Marina, Avery, and Sol. These three became friends and because Avery and Sol are friends with Marina, Sol and Avery hopefully become friends soon. I am learning how to navigate with so many different characters, but it’s nice to know this format is more friendly for my head and I can go with it. I probably should have physical descriptions of them, but yes Sol is a short king who grew up in Catholic school which is why he should come off as ignorant.}
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Arrival.
(Tokyo International Airport, Tokyo, South Japan, 1:06 am, August 30th)
*A Boeing 707 number Flight 148 of American Airlines starts to land on the runway. Eventually, the plane comes to a halt and begins to park outside the terminal*
*As the people begin to disembark off the plane, one man gets off. He looked like he was in his mid-20s with a straight haircut, wearing a business suit and a fedora. In his hands were some luggage on the left hand and a briefcase on the other.*
*The man eventually finds his way through the terminal, gets the rest of his luggage from the luggage area, and heads straight for the car rental*
*Once he leaves the airport with his 1959 Chevrolet Bel Air, he begins to pull up to the nearest car dealership still open at this hour. It was a building that was two stories and had a sign saying, Porsche on the top of the building as well as 24 hours .*
*He gets inside the building and sees a car salesman approaching him by the name of Philp*.
Philp: Hey there Pal! My name is Philp, and I'm going to be taking care of you for a new car, can I get your name please?
???: ( Speaks in an accent) Fisher, Franz Fisher.
Philp: Guess you're not from the United States or here are you?
Franz: I am from West Germany, more specifically Hamburg. I came to the South for a business trip on behalf of Mercedes Benz.
Philp: Nice! Don't tell any of the staff here but, I always had a fondness for Mercedes cars. It's just the peak of luxury for me you know.
Franz: I understand. Show me what you have here.
Philp: Right! This way, please.
The two men walk side by side as Franz looks at the displays of Porsches around the building, as 911s and 356s line up the rows.
Philp: You know what makes a sports car? It's not the power or the styling, but the Quality of it. People love the good stuff and they do love good sports cars. Quality is key and king. That's why we here at Porsche make it big here, giving you sportiness, styling, and quality above everything else.
Franz: I see.
Eventually, they stop in front of a Porsche 356b model 1963 with red color, twin grilles on the back, and a coupe style.
Franz: I will choose that one.
Philp: A 356b? You're an old-fashioned guy, aren't you? This car might not be as fast as a 911 but still hits hard. Has a flat-four engine as well as a good transmission. Overall, you have decent taste in cars, typical for you guys like yourself.
Philp: Before we pay for that, we are going to take a test drive. Follow me!.
*As Philp runs off, Franz starts to look at a piece of paper in his pocket shaped like a newspaper*.
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every single time i’m feeling rough and go into the butch positivity tag there’s this one fucking post that always comes up that inevitably makes me feel so much fucking worse. worse enough that i close the app before i can remember to finally block op so i don’t have to see it again (i fixed that today). it’s got like 300+ notes, and not a single comment underneath it taking any kind of issue with what’s being said. just a bunch of affirmative “finally someone said it!” bullshit. and i wish people could fucking hear themselves.
there is not one post i’ve seen in the butch positivity tag that takes the position of “it’s okay to be ugly and not take care of yourself.” there are plenty of posts showing love to ‘ugly’ &/or conventionally unattractive butches - and that’s not the same thing. if you’re conventionally attractive, congratu-fucking-lations! the posts showing love to those of us who aren’t have nothing to do with you then!
acknowledging that not every butch is a smooth skinned pretty boy in a tailored suit is not shitting on smooth skinned pretty boys in tailored suits. it’s acknowledging that butches like me - pockmarked, scarred, wrinkled and lopsided, calloused and crooked, fat and disabled, sweaty and hairy, in old tee shirts and work boots, in thrift store wrangler jeans, with choppy cheap haircuts - butches that are deemed ugly by the world at large, are still handsome and wonderful and worthy of respect and love and care.
the conflation of ugliness to not taking care of yourself? the conflation of self care to expensive skincare, grooming, and styling? it’s fucking bullshit! my mother has been a cosmologist almost my entire life. i get to use the unnecessarily expensive shampoos because i don’t have to pay for them. i shower one to two times per day. i wash my face twice a day with an oil cleanser, have a nice balanced moisturizer, and i use a decent night cream every night. i drink lots of water, get lots of exercise, eat as well as i can manage, i take my vitamins. i get 8 hours of sleep every day, i don’t drink, and i don’t smoke. and i’m still not conventionally attractive. even if you put me in a well tailored, pricey suit - i still wouldn’t look like a smooth faced angelic pretty boy. plenty of us wouldn’t. not to mention that half the grooming habits i listed above are still wildly inaccessible to many people. yes, masculinity =/= lazy. however, ‘ugly’ =/= lazy either. that was a genuine take i saw in the note - and it’s a rancid take if i’ve ever seen on.
it’s one thing to want to show some acknowledgement and some positivity to the butches who put so much into their appearance. you can do that without putting down those of us who are already two rungs of basic respect lower than you because we had the audacity to be masculine AND unattractive. can you fucking hear yourself? can the people who affirmed this genuinely fucking hear themselves? get your fucking head out of the sand. no one’s shitting on you for being a conventionally attractive person with a $300 skincare routine, give me a fucking break. if you’re shit on for being butch it’s because you’re butch, not because you’re prettier than the rest of us and the world just had to hate you for it. fuck off.
#i try to make a point of not making rant posts#but this shit was genuinely so fucking vile#not because of the initial statement it made#but because it insisted on shutting on other butches#and it was sitting in the top posts of the butch positivity tag. which is fucking astonishing to me.#i’ll probably take this down at one point because i don’t like posting this kind of thing but i needed to say this out loud
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Not quite a work log but more of a review
Bear with me I'm simply bored out here.
So it all started when I got this nifty little buddy right here:
He's small, he's sleek and that cover is /chef's kiss
I'll be honest right? I haven't really had a decent sketchbook since 2019—and that was when I was too broke and [redacted] for shit and my aunt gifted me the shiny tablet thing to do my digital arts on. So for the longest time I was sitting here thinking, maybe I don't need my sketchbooks anymore. So anyways, that's not true. You still kinda need it. For me I use the sketchbooks to draft for digital—it's just not the same.
So for 2 years I've been using the overhyped sketchbooks here that everyone and their mum buys—but once you get to use it, the pages are too smooth, and the portrait binding was kinda shet, if it wasn't falling apart. I like this one. It's got thick pages and a nice texture, I think it adds to the character of the sketches.
So I tested the thing using 3 kinds of mechanical pencils
This is my 0.2mm, imo I don't think you really need it. Q u Q
It's good for small details though! And I do use it for those, except we definitely need help on the scarcity of the lead refills for these. The resulting art is cute and youthful, and she probably got that cutesy little love clip from the local shopping apps for as low as 9php.
One of my many 0.3mm I use this quite a bit simply due to the weighty metal grip. (Body is plastic though, just so you know if you do plan on getting one of these)
The resulting art is something that has a feeling of ennui, boredom, "why the guck are you staring at me," sort of attitude. I tried very hard to emulate the silky feel of the hime haircut.
This is.my 0.5mm, which is the size you can buy almost everywhere.
The result is this onee-chan sort of character whose probably displeased at you because you're not noticing her enough and might consider sitting on your lap just to distract you from the game you were playing. Very specific but it's that sort of feel.
I made all these sketches for fun but also I'd really rather do something nice that uses the same braincells for something like ruminating. I think my pouty disposition had been effectively dispersed between the 3 of them just as well.
Ok! That's it for this long post!
For actual work log: I’m summoning all the grinchy gremlin vibes of the universe becaus I want an expression that looks like they’re going to ruin Christmas dinner while throwing stray cats to feast on the Christmas tree. Also very specific, but I think that’s a good thing
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STUDY: JACK TOWNSEND
(answering pretty much all of these in the context of the closer to canon ‘verse, which may as well be the main ‘verse at this point)
— basics.
▸ is your muse tall/short/average?
Jack is short <3 I used to have him a bit shorter, but I bumped up his height a little bit recently. As of now, he is my height, at just over 5′4″ <3 Probably like.... 5′4.5″ if you wanna get really technical.
▸ are they okay with their height?
He’s probably at peace with it for the most part, though a part of him is a little bitter that the only person he knows and is taller than is Rosa. Not enough to be seriously upset about it, but he really doesn’t like jokes about his height except from a few specific people. I jokingly call him a short king all the time but if anyone he actually knew called him that he’d hate it and get embarrassed as hell.
▸ what’s their hair like?
Jack’s hair is black, messy, and just long enough that he’s frequently asked if he’s going to be getting a haircut anytime soon. It’s decently thick, but it’s thinned out a little in recent years. I like to imagine his hair is pretty soft, but realistically it’s probably kinda coarse and dry most of the time.
▸ do they spend a lot of time on their hair/grooming?
Not really, honestly. Not to say that Jack doesn’t take care of his appearance at all, but he doesn’t spend a lot of time grooming himself most days. In terms of his hair, he probably usually just brushes it and calls it a day.
HOWEVER I do really think that like... when he has the opportunity to, Jack actually does like dressing up and making himself look nice. He doesn’t really know what he’s doing with hair products or anything like that, but he’ll try his best to style it to look nice if he’s going somewhere he’s gonna wanna impress people.
▸ does your muse care about their appearance/what others think?
He doesn’t admit it easily, but Jack definitely cares about what others think about him. Though he tries his best to take care of himself and, when he puts in some more effort, he looks really nice, most of time, he looks tired and disheveled and a little sad. And he’s very aware of that.
Jack struggles a lot with his physical appearance and has very poor body image, and I’ve talked about this before but uhh yeah this boy insecure as hell!!!! Not that he’d ever admit it except under duress. He doesn’t exactly project an air of confidence to hide his insecurities, but he definitely tries to project his usual air of apathy as much as possible. As far as everyone else is concerned, for the most part, Jack doesn’t give a shit about his appearance or what others think about him. Deep down, though, that’s INCREDIBLY far from the truth.
— preferences.
▸ indoors or outdoors? Outdoors
▸ rain or sunshine? Sunshine
▸ forest or beach? Forest
▸ precious metals or gems? Probably more precious metals, but I don’t see this as a strong preference
▸ flowers or perfumes? Flowers
▸ personality or appearance? Personality
▸ being alone or being in a crowd? Being alone
▸ order or anarchy? Order
▸ painful truths or white lies? Depends--Jack definitely leans towards painful truths, because he doesn’t like lying and doesn’t like being lied to, but he also is the type to avoid the truth until it bites him in the ass so. Sometimes white lies are fine.
▸ science or magic? Science
▸ peace or conflict? Peace, if he can help it
▸ night or day? Night
▸ dusk or dawn? Dusk
▸ warmth or cold? Warmth (especially after the incident with the shapeshifter--Jack doesn’t retain body heat well, and he hates the cold)
▸ many acquaintances or a few close friends? A few close friends
▸ reading or playing a game? Reading, definitely
— questionnaire.
▸ what are some of your muse’s bad habits?
A lot of Jack’s worst habits ultimately boil down to the fact that, for many years, he was gaslit into believing he had a terminal illness that was slowly killing him. Turns out, that doesn’t tend to have a GOOD impact on someone’s psyche and habits, and it’s made Jack self-destructive in a lot of ways, because he still hasn’t adjusted to the fact that, oh, he isn’t slowly dying and what he does with himself and his body actually does matter.
I think the worst habit Jack has is that he forces himself to stay awake much longer than he should. Even aside from his chronic insomnia and tendency to have awful nightmares, Jack has very negative associations with sleep in general and will actively do everything he can to avoid it, even to his own detriment. Going to sleep on a regular basis is completely alien to him, and it honestly stresses him out to even try keeping that up. He’s lucky if he can go to bed and sleep a couple of nights a week.
▸ has your muse lost anyone close to them? how has it affected them?
Oh he definitely has. The most significant of these is Sabine, his ex-girlfriend from high school. Sabine was pretty much his only friend and support through some of the toughest times of his life, and losing her so suddenly (and in such a dramatic way) had a massive impact on his life. Making things worse is the fact that Jack really hasn’t been given the opportunity to actually process his grief for her. Part of this is because he just hasn’t told most of the people he knows what happened, and part is because Jack just doesn’t know how to process his own grief in general.
The accident affected Jack heavily. For one thing, because (as far as he’s aware) the accident happened because he fell asleep at the wheel, he now associates falling asleep with losing someone he cared very, very deeply about. For a long time, this fed into his delusions regarding his own health and his chronic insomnia, and even now, nearly ten years later, Jack absolutely hates falling asleep, especially around other people. A small part of him is terrified that every time he falls asleep, something bad happens, and he forces himself to stay awake for increasingly long periods of time as a result.
Even that aside, though, the loss of his primary support left Jack with intense anxiety about the people in his life leaving him, and in general a lingering sense that all relationships he has are impermanent. People around Jack don’t tend to live long, and Sabine just set a precedent in that regard.
▸ what are some fond memories your muse has?
Jack doesn’t have a lot of fond memories from his past, but the ones he does have center a lot around his relationship with Sabine. They were each other’s biggest supporters and closest friends throughout high school, and many of his fondest memories center around the time he spent with her. He didn’t have the greatest home life growing up, putting it lightly, even after he was put in foster care. In many ways, talking to Sabine was pretty much one of the only good things he had to look forward to, even before they got together romantically.
One fond memory that sticks out in my mind is of a night when he and Sabine drove out to the edge of town to get away from everyone for a bit, and they just sat there and watched the stars while listening to music and talking. It’s one of Jack’s most peaceful memories, and even now he finds a lot of comfort in looking at the stars.
▸ is it easy for your muse to kill?
He’s killed before, but it’s very rarely ever easy for him. Of course, as time progresses and his body count grows (if only by a little bit), it gets a little easier. The only person he probably wouldn’t feel any remorse or guilt for killing is Spencer, but even then, it takes a lot to get him to that point.
▸ what’s it like when your muse breaks down?
Oh when Jack breaks down, he REALLY breaks down. He actively suppresses his emotions a lot of the time to hide under a layer of apathy, so when he gets to the point where he’s actually breaking down or pushed over the edge in general, uh. It isn’t pretty. Generally exactly how it goes down usually depends on what it was that pushed him over, but he doesn’t usually get physically violent towards others if he happens to break down while they’re around. Most likely, at most he’ll yell and scream, but ultimately he’ll just kind of... collapse in on himself.
Usually, Jack tries to wait until he’s alone to properly break down, if he does at all. He hates being vulnerable if he can help it, even though he oh so often is, and he hates to let anyone actually see him when he’s really at his worst.
▸ is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life?
Yes, but it terrifies him SO fucking much and it takes a long time for him to get to this point. Jack’s had his trust betrayed enough that it takes a while for him to get to that point with anyone... honestly, Jerry is one of the only people he does trust that much, with Amelia and maybe Rosa also on that list. And, honestly, even then, he has a hard time admitting that level of trust in another person.
▸ what’s your muse like when they’re in love?
When Jack first realizes he’s developed feelings for someone, he very much has a significant stage of denial about it before anything else. While it’s partly that he’s just kind of dense in a lot of ways, he’s subconsciously kind of terrified of the idea of actually having romantic feelings for someone--people he likes don’t tend to last. So, at first, he’ll deny it up until the point where he finally can’t, at which point he’ll have a minor crisis before finally accepting that, yes, he actually likes someone.
As for how he’s actually like once he’s in love, Jack is generally like... a super sweet, if a little clingy at times, boyfriend. He enjoys spending time with his partner(s), and he can be super affectionate and cuddly once he gets really comfortable with someone. Only in private, though--PDA makes him super flustered and embarrassed easily, even when it’s super casual. Definitely the type to get embarrassed by someone asking to hold his hand.
Jack isn’t a naturally very jealous person, and part of this is because I do headcanon him as being polyamorous (if that isn’t obvious lol), though I don’t think this is an aspect of his identity he’s really explored or is very interested in exploring in the closer to canon ‘verse. Honestly in this particular ‘verse it might not even be something he realizes about himself ASDJFKL; But, yeah, Jack doesn’t get jealous very easily, and when he does get jealous he usually doesn’t bring it up until it gets to the point of it being really, REALLY bad, because this boy will never face his own emotions if he can help it.
Aaand lastly... I mention Jack is a little clingy, and that’s. Kind of an understatement in many ways. He tries not to be, because of fucking course he does, but he’s fucking terrified that anyone he’s with is eventually going to leave him or die (or both), and he’s so so afraid of that happening that he wants to be around them as much as possible. He’d never admit this, though, and actively beats himself up about it and just... doesn’t ask for the attention and reassurance that he needs sometimes, because he doesn’t know how to. This is something I can see him getting better about the longer he’s in a relationship, though, and the more secure he becomes in knowing that the other person isn’t going to suddenly leave him.
Tagged by: Shamelessly stolen from @modestmuses
Tagging: I’m not gonna tag anybody, but if you wanna do it feel free to tag me so i can see it!
#//takes a long sip of water. i filled this out at 4 am.#//it's bedtime#//gonna queue this up and go pass out now#//anyway i have a lot of feelings about jack ok he's my special boy#//my blorbo. my mans.#//i will never shut up about him#long post#terminal illness cw#car accidents cw#ask to tag#//almost wrote a whole essay for the bad habits section but <3 yeah#❝ i'm the only full-time employee‚ which means i'm on the clock more often than not ❞ {jack townsend}#as far as jobs go‚ it's not the best‚ but it's not the worst either {headcanons}#we should never play charades together {dash games}
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I just want a cute new haircut but my mom is yelling at me saying I'm not a whore and if I want a mullet like...
How does wanting something similar to cute 1930s hair count as being a whore and wanting a mullet mom just show me how to fix short hair, I crave the short hair, I want it, I don't want long hair to my waist, I don't want mullet hair or buzz cut, mom, I want cute short hair.
Who cares if others think I'm a boy that's my plan. And also it's not your hair mom, it's mine...
#I wish to be confuing as a gender#and also be called boy in a nice way like#yes please i can be best boy too#I mena hell tho my dad would take me to get one#my mom just alwasy cuts it at home because she's terrified of me getting it all cut off because my hair is too beautiful for a haircut#and dad likes short hair#yeah well so the fuck do i#my couin likes my hair long im not gonna grow the shit out for him#meme likes long hiar not gona grow it out for her#like all of one side loves long hair#i like my hair a decent length#shoulders or shortor#currelty want it shortor like i don't think it should be an act of congress to get a fucking cute haircut#MAKE ME LOOKE LIKE MARLINE DITRIX#THAT THAT HAIRCUT#THAT#Its still girly i guess! But also like...she wore boy like clothes!#she was a flamming bisxexural much like I but still...#I really wanan try and tell her but the fear of god is put into me everytime I try to aks her about haircuts like#mom you alreadly know i have bad anxiety now your gonna rant about how I'm trying to please people and how haircuts and styles are bad like#please just hear me out and let me tell you about how I want cute hair cut..#please you can teach me how to style it#You can't teach me makeup or sewing but you can teach me hair you'll love it#please i just want short hair...
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May I request the slasher’s reaction to their s/o getting a bad haircut! (btw hope your day/night is going well).
of course! and things have been going well, thank you. 💖
slashers reactions to: their s/o getting a bad haircut
Asa Emory / The Collector
depending on whether or not you actually consulted him beforehand, this could go two ways.
if you didn't, he'd be upset. who gave you permission to have your hair cut? why didn't you ask him first? does he need to remind you of your place again?
Asa might leave you be for a couple of days depending on how drastic the change is. if it can be remedied easily, he'll have you beg for forgiveness but if not - don't be offended when he starts bringing you wigs. actually, he won't care either way. this is your fault.
if it's something you two have talked over then he's a lot more sympathetic about it. especially if you feel insecure over it. it's not so bad actually. if you're lucky you might catch him fiddling with your hair while you sleep.
overall he's indifferent to it. it's just hair? it's not the end of the world. just be thankful that he has no interest in experimenting with hair implants.
Billy Lenz
it might seem like he wouldn't notice but he's actually quite perceptive to these kinds of things. Billy is absolutely the type to notice any sort of physical change no matter how subtle it is.
unsurprisingly, this is because he spends almost all of his time watching you. of course he's bound to notice!
he'll definitely point it out but he'd either be neutral or mildly upset about it. if he dislikes it, you would know immediately because he would pull your hair and demand answers.
if it's not that big of a difference and he's craving a bit of your company Billy would want to brush your hair for you! isn't he sweet? unless of course it gets tangled, then you might actually end up looking worse. (unless you teach him how to do it properly.)
if he's feeling more gracious than usual he might even offer to remedy it! whether or not you decide to indulge him is entirely up to you. there's a slim chance he would actually be good at it but denying him isn't recommended either..
Bo Sinclair
there's no sugar-coating it. Bo will laugh at you. he might even point it out to his brothers if you look especially funny.
did you go to a blind hairdresser? head got stuck in a lawnmower? got attacked by a bunch of bloodthirsty birds? you're never going to hear the end of it. he's never going to let this go even after your hair grows out.
would constantly tease you about it but it's mostly out of love. he might even come up with cute nicknames for you depending on how badly you messed up your haircut.
if someone else tries to make fun of you though that's an entirely different story. only he can call you ugly duckling! if someone else does it then he's ready to crack someone's skull open.
denies he was doing anything to defend you. Bo would just claim that they were being too loud for his liking. it had nothing to do with you. nope. not at all. "it's 'cause your hair's so damn ugly that they died on the spot."
Brahms Heelshire
what have you done?! this is MUTINY! he's been BETRAYED! dramatically reaches out to feel your hair with his trembling fingers.
this is all so wrong... so very wrong. at first he would only be able to stare at you in utter disbelief. as if you've spat at his face and insulted his entire bloodline.
Brahms takes it as a personal attack against him. sure, he can be a handful at times but he'd never thought you'd be this cruel! it might take some thorough explaining that no, actually you hadn't intended to end up like this.
regardless he would be very upset. he's rather fond of your hair and if it was longer before and much shorter now, he might not be able to recover from it until it grows back. Brahms is a bit shallow, you see.
when your hair does eventually grow out expect him to treat you like a ticking time bomb. he can't possibly trust you with keeping it pristine now! it's decided. Brahms would just have to cut your hair for you. unlike Billy though, he has slightly more experience since he cuts his own hair so you might not have to worry too much.
Bubba Sawyer
Bubba absolutely adores you either way! literally nothing can convince him otherwise. he might even get upset if you tell him it's ugly. no no no, you can't possibly be ugly! you're his s/o! you look wonderful no matter what!
as for the rest of the family... the twins love it too! they might even call you a trendsetter. they might come off as patronizing if you haven't been around that long to know them but they're actually genuinely into it. it's fun and quirky and nobody else has it! what do you mean you look bad?
Drayton is a lot less enthusiastic about it. he'll throw in an insult here and there but nothing too harsh unless it's getting in the way of your chores. if it bothers you so much he might actually shave all of your hair off. (don't worry! Bubba will protect you!)
if you're adamant about remedying your look then Bubba would offer to help. unfortunately he has little to no experience with cutting hair. he was the one offering his help but.. are you sure you want him to do this? he's more worried about accidentally snipping your ear off than he is ruining your look.
Bubba wouldn't really understand if you happen to be worked up about it. he truly, wholeheartedly thinks that you look gorgeous no matter what you do with your appearance. it's still you under there after all!
Jason Voorhees
he'd be surprised at first but will try to play it cool if you become self-conscious. points at something just above your head. he wasn't staring at your hair, he was looking at...uh. that bird up that tree! it flew away when you looked... too bad..
like Bubba, Jason loves you no matter how you look. big boy does not care at all. things will stay pretty much the same. he’s not the type to make a big deal about it just because you look a little different.
he would make sure to shower you with compliments if he catches you fussing over your appearance though. bring in the gifts! he picked up this cool hat for you, do you want it? how about these hair clips? he wants to help as much as he can.
Jason would not want to fix it for you but it’s not like he can deny you when you’re asking for his help. what if he messes it up? what if you get mad at him? what if he accidentally hurts you? it’s too risky. he doesn’t even know how to! hopefully his many concerns would be enough to convince you to just let it be.
if not, well.. his hands would be trembling the entire time. this poor man would be scared to death to snip even a single strand of your hair. why would you put him through this? not only would it take him hours before doing anything noticeable, he would be in a constant state of dread the entire time.
Jesse Cromeans / Chromeskull
WHEEZE. babe, what happened? who did you offend? he’s very desperately trying not to laugh at you but he’s failing. what a gentleman. Jesse would inspect the damage - totally not struggling to hide his laughter - before claiming that he hadn’t noticed anything until you pointed it out.
he’ll tease you about it, asking if you’ve been out making enemies behind his back. he won’t be as much of an asshole as Bo per se but he’s not about to pass up the opportunity to get a reaction from you.
Jesse is more of a romantic about it, holding you close and placing a palm on your chest. what matters to him is this, he signs. ...your tits. oh and your heart too, but that’s just a bonus. he’s kidding! stop hitting him! (claims to have planned this just to make you smile all along. sneaky bastard.)
if it’s something that bothers you, he’ll have a hairdresser come over for a home service. why are you surprised? were you expecting him to bring you to the salon? the barbers? why would he do something like that? he’s offended!
now you’ve done it - you’ve bruised his ego. the man’s just showing off at this point. within the short period of time the hairdresser took to fix your little problem, Jesse somehow managed to get more people involved. they’re wheeling all sorts of expensive-looking equipment in. one claims they’re a nail technician and the other a masseuse. oh you had plans today? too bad, you're getting pampered and that’s final.
Michael Myers
if it’s really bad then he might let out a small chuckle but that’s pretty much it. the most he’ll do is run his fingers through your hair. Michael doesn’t really care all that much for appearance either.
but he’s not as eager to console you like the rest of the slashers are. if it’s a bad haircut then it’s bad - he’s not the type to beat around the bush. “do you think I look stupid?” he’ll nod. if you react negatively to that he’ll just shrug. you asked! what do you want him to do, lie?
Michael would help you out if you asked but it’s ill-advised. he’s decent with a pair of scissors but he’s going to keep cutting shorter and shorter until you either stop him or you run out of hair. (there’s no guarantee he’ll stop even if you asked nicely.) clearly this is your fault. why would you trust him with a pair of scissors?
this should be obvious but do not let him anywhere near your hair with anything sharp. he might take matters in his own hands if he sees how fixated you are with your haircut. if it’s that bad, he’ll snip away while you sleep. Michael would be careful not to wake you.
overall you’re almost guaranteed to have an awful time if Michael decides he wants to do something about it. he’s not going to make fun of you but you’re going to wish he did instead of butchering your precious mane.
Thomas Hewitt
oh, honey... what happened? he’ll set you on his lap to give you a good look-over. Tommy is not all too concerned about how you look but how you feel about it so he’ll help in any way he can. if you’re upset about it he’ll press a quick kiss on the crown of your head to reassure you.
nothing a little trim can’t fix! as good as he is with his hands, he has almost no experience with hair so he would have to ask Luda Mae for help. he’ll be there too don’t you worry your pretty little head!
Luda Mae would coo at you affectionately, earning a disapproving “tsk, tsk.“ at the poor soul who had done this to you. they would be the talk of the town. if you somehow did this to yourself, then she’ll scold you out of love. why didn’t you ask her instead? after the whole ordeal is sorted out though she’ll beam with pride when you comment on how good it turned out.
Hoyt is most likely going to chide on how badly you messed it up if you were the one responsible but if it was someone else, you best believe he’d be out of the door in search for the s.o.b. what kind of hairdresser would do such a half-assed job?
if you’re not quite close to the family yet, Tommy would do it but he’s unfortunately not as good as Luda Mae. he won’t be as bad as Michael though so you can still save whatever dignity you have left.
Vincent Sinclair
unsurprisingly, he’s the mature one out of the bunch and like Tommy, he’s more concerned about how you feel instead of how you look. he would immediately try to fix it - you won’t even have to ask. Vincent won’t even give you time to actually feel bad about it, that’s how much he cares about you.
he usually doesn’t alter his victims’ appearances so he doesn’t have much experience but he’s not about to tell you that! his caring side would definitely override his lack of confidence. congrats! Vincent does a pretty good job. he would even give you a trim if you asked.
if you somehow ran into his brothers first then there’s no escaping it. Bo’s going to laugh at you. Lester wouldn’t really insult you but he’ll poke fun at you, saying that it would be much easier to find you now, much to Bo’s amusement. luckily for you, they’d made enough ruckus to draw out Vincent.
Vincent wouldn’t necessarily defend you from his brothers, just silently tug you somewhere else - prompting Bo to call him out for being a killjoy. unfortunately since he’s used to his brothers picking at him he’ll expect you to do the same. afterwards he won’t take long to fix your haircut.
this isn’t going to stop Bo from calling you names though. Lester wouldn’t do it but he’s not exactly opposed to what he assumes is just friendly banter. they’re unlikely to cross the line since they know how much you mean to Vincent so unless you’re especially sensitive, then it’s nothing too serious.
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i have this random thought in my head that- the demons are demons, and so there’s a chance that their hair doesn’t really grow, or it at least grows too slow for hair cuts to really be a necessity.
so i was wondering if maybe you could do a trans masc!mc where their hair is growing too long for their liking? this can be platonic or romantic with any or all of the demon bros, up to you hon.
have a nice day!
Lucifer
The first-born personally loves long hair especially if they are yours, so it could be assumed he is quite the sucker for it.
He loves the little bounces they do each time you walk, the way they land across your face as you work and he gets the grand opportunity of pushing them behind your ear or the way he could tug at them during intimate moments.
Honestly, during his heaven days, he probably had long hair too which were always caged in a warrior style braid. Later, he cut them off as they provided a good grip to the enemy.
But that doesn't mean, he would force his opinion on you. Of course not. Though that won't stop him from constantly complimenting your hair.
If you wish to get a cut, he can do it. He's done mammon's haircuts before however he won't tell you any of it. However, Satan might just to piss him off.
He would say no, that he might ruin your perfectly beautiful hair.
Unless you are really desperate, he wouldn't agree but puppy eyes from your end will make him cower.
Once he gives in, he trims your hair rather skillfully than expected.
Yet nothing in life is for free, he demands a payment of cuddles and kisses from you for the rest of the day more clingy.
Mammon
Despite people thinking, he'd love your hair. It isn't exactly right, don't get him wrong, he odes love your hair but he prefers when they were short. They were so cute and fluffy and everything which he misses like a lot.
Mammon had multiple hairstyles in the past, some had him guilty, others were simply a secret. He had long hair but that was him as a young demon and you know what they say about young demons, uneducated and filth that rivens everything.
Though that slight dislike wouldn't stop him from making braids, he just can't give up the old habit of doing lilith's hair before she went to sleep. Oh, the good old days...
When you mention about getting a cut, his brain goes "brrrrr *ping* Lucifer!!" And now he's all happy since you can get a cut.
After the cut though, he realized he really did love your long hair as much as the short. Yet, happy for you and kinda sad, he jumped on you as soon as the eldest had done his work.
Afterwards, he put tiny clips at the end of your hair strand, making you all cute/emo and then proceeded to squeeze you in a tight loving hug.
Leviathan
Honestly, if he said cosplay wasn't he first came to his head then he would be lying, yet it wasn't the only idea.
Braids. Buns. Ponytails. And so much more. Long hair=fluffy/smooth hair and he loves that.
Though he might shy away if you confront him about that, a stuttering mess calling you so cute and attractive and hot. Yeah, that's his way of appreciation through stutters and mumblings.
He isn't exactly keen on cutting your hair but trimming it can be done. He has experience of cutting wigs and sometimes his own hair, so your in safe hands.
His hands are as skilled as Asmo's, they work their way up in your scalp, massaging it before the cut and the begins the work.
Honestly, he tried his best and your hair turned out pretty decent especially considering the fact he didn't actually do someone's hair. Ever.
Afterwards, levi silently told you that he would miss those cute buns and sweet ponytails.
Embracing you, he whispers of how now he will add little tiny clips to your hair or make it curly or wavy or straight or anything!!
Satan
Well, according to the avatar of wrath you are perfect no-matter how you look, though he does have soft spot for your hair.
He likes to play with it while reading, to see it all adorably fall over your face and the way it lands on his face when you cuddle. It is all smooth/fluffy.
He's prefers your hair were slightly short, they might become an issue to deal with. Afterall, how can you manage such long hair and tells you it's okay, he has connections.
His connections are very helpful, for they found you a pretty decent hairstylist who seemed to rid of the unwanted length.
Personally, Satan wouldn't have let you get a trim but again he wasn't suffering any inconvenience of any sorts and he remembers your words too
Afterwards, Satan's would try to continue his day much like any other despite frowning at almost everything.
You notice that quick enough, asking him if he is okay' to which he replies 'he is' 2hen he somewhat isn't.
You embrace him tightly and giggle realizing that it was all about the trim, he liked your hair the way it was before.
Avatar of wrath pouts at your giggles and asks if that was so childish of him, only for him to recieve a kiss in reply.
He has never blushed more harder. Ever.
Asmodues
You are adorable!!!! Asmo can't help but want to braid it or make buns like space buns and add some glitter to your hair with matching clips.
And guess what?!! You are fifty times more adorable, he adores the length of those pretty locks and loves to buy accessories.
Oh and each time you complain, you are going to lectured about how cute//hot you are, how much pretty your hair are and how you shouldn't call them ugly or too long for liking.
And later the same day, he had an hairstylist come over who knew him pretty well and gave you a nice trim.
Though he was grumpy, he stayed clingy as ever.
Asmo while wrapping his arms around you who is seated in his lap and grumbles "I miss your long hair. I swear if you get up, I'll— i'll cry... hmmph!" He pouts.
Usually, asmo wouldn't go out of his way just to let you get a trim he didn't want you to get, it was because he couldn't stand you getting upset about yourself and he didn't want that.
Much like everyone claims, Avatar of lust indeed is a king of self-love and refuses to let any hate get to you even your own (tho you ain't hatin nothing) and doesn't want you to suffer any inconvenience either.
His darling deserves the best and he will give it to you. Oh but he may kinda bug you to dye your hair. ("Come on just the flag colours!")
Beelzebub
Unlike most, beel doesn't really have opinion on your hair, he just thinks each thread of your being is beautiful much like masterpiece created by a skilled artist.
He doesn't really care about the styles you'd prefer or wear he just thinks you are amazing with or without it.
However at times, like when those locks cutely fall over you face and the pout you make afterwards is even more adorable.
He's never really done someone's hair, but if you agree beel might give you one and it would be pretty decent despite being him unexperienced.
Beel wouldn't really celebrate as much over the length but he might give you tiny clips that look like the flag.
He doesnt really know why you would dislike the how long your hairs however he will respect your opinion.
He stays the same without a slight change in behavior, sweet and gentle.
Beel likes to admit it's not the clothes, that make you look beautiful, it is you who makes the clothes look pretty.
And there is nothing in the world that could match you beauty. Not even Aphrodite.
Belphegor
The sleepy demon prefers your old cut where he could snuggle upto you and inhale your scent without your hair going in his nose.
Your short hair were soft like petals of freshly bloomed flower and smooth, luscious like silk and smelled like marshmallows, he claims.
Though he wouldn't exactly vocalize his opinion, he would whine subconsciously when your hair would go over his face.
He wants to snuggle but your hairs gets in the way but at the same time he wanna braid it and chop it off on particularly bad days.
He would probably ask lucifer to trim your hair, when both of you had enough of those locks which served nothing more than as an inconvenience to both you and him.
When finally your hair was trimmed, he smiled a little gummy smile at you sleepily.
He tucked a flower neatly behind your ear and told you he wants his snuggles that he had missed out on before.
And that day, belphi had the biggest smile on his face as he snuggled upto your warmth.
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