This seems silly to talk about in light of all the other stuff that happened in 6 and 7….but Roach talking about his curl pattern made me so happy. Curly/natural haired people already get swept under the rug in media (don’t get me started how almost every curly haired character eventually gets straight hair by the end of the show, or straightens their hair for their glow up moment). Your curls are so personal to you, and often they are so unique. Roach noticing his curl pattern changing as an indicator that he needed more self care? That’s a whole mood.
Anyway, I know it was just an after credits scene, but it still made me smile.
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Pros & cons of using Arctic Fox hair dye
Pros:
It’s SUPER pigmented, probably the most pigmented semi-perm dye I’ve ever used
It lasts forever and fades fashionably. When I dyed my hair dark purple with Manic Panic, it faded to a silvery-periwinkle which isn’t terrible, but still not expected. When I dyed with Arctic Fox, it faded to a plum-fuchsia and never got lighter than that.
Thick formulation means it won’t drip down your head while you apply. I used to use Adore but that shit would rain on me constantly during application
Cons:
The smell. I have no idea why they thought, “hey, remember those scented markers from the 80s-90s that were popular in children’s Bible study? Let’s make our dye smell like that”. Even after a few washes, that chemically-faux grape smell lingers and I HATE IT
Limited color range. The colors they do have slap, but most of it is in the same color scheme/hue and will fade similarly. So you’ll have to mix colors maybe to get a better spectrum if you do any ombre or rainbow.
It will stain everything. For a long time. My sink and shower have a permanent light purple hue to it now. It’s been months. This is just how it is. 😂 Even my permanent dye doesn’t have the holding power Arctic Fox does, that’s impressive.
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hii can I get whiskey w Steve Rogers for oral/face riding?
Adjusting.
warnings - smut. cursing.
nomad steve makes me feral. that's all. I was feeling this one.
3k celebration post here. 3k masterlist here.
He's adjusting, to this new life.
He's shy. Taking it one day at a time. Reminding himself to breathe when things get overwhelming.
Soon, he finds his feet. Regains his confidence. Starts asking for things, setting boundaries, taking what he wants a little more.
He keeps surprising you. With his knowledge, new slang he uses, his ability to use a phone. He's a fast learner.
He's braver, now.
He's adjusting.
Trying to get used to the fact that women aren't as seemingly fragile as they were. They run the world more openly, now, and Steve loves it.
He loves you.
Tries to show you how much when he's got you between his sheets, kissing every inch of skin he can find. Gentle, tender, careful.
You tell him that you know he loves you, no matter what. He doesn't have to be so tentative. It doesn't change the way you look at him.
He's in a lust fuelled haze when he finds the courage.
"Sit on my face."
You choke on your breath, gasping for air.
"What?"
"You heard me, honey. Sit on my face. Now."
You've never seen him like this. Frayed at the edges, feral almost. His eyes are as dark as the wet spot between your legs.
You quirk a brow at him in challenge, but he doesn't back down. So you grant him his wish. Crawling up his body until you're hovering over his pretty face, deep gaze focused on you.
"Is this what you want?" you whisper.
"More than anything."
He's practically growling, voice lower and rougher than you've ever heard it. You owe a thanks to whatever has got him so riled up.
He tugs you down to his mouth with two strong hands around your thighs, grip hard enough that you know you'll bruise tomorrow. You can't wait.
You tangle your fingers through his golden blonde locks and tug, whining when he groans, from the depths his chest. The two of you are animalistic, finally tapping into the carnal desires that have been there all along.
You're practically riding the gorgeous ridge of his nose, reveling in the way his tongue slips inside and curls. He might not have much experience with this, but he's always been naturally gifted. He's one of those people that's good at everything.
He's groaning, humming, murmuring, enjoying this just as much as you are. Your hands almost splinter the headboard, skin pulled taut across tense knuckles. You're so close you can taste it, honey sweet and saccharine.
"Good girl. Good fuckin' girl. Come on my face, honey. Please."
It's the broken please that gets you, the desperation in his tone and the tightening grip on your hips. You see stars, dizzying and clear, blood rushing to your head. Steve doesn't let up, determined to see how pretty you look when he finally pushes you to your limit.
You collapse against his chest, leaning into his touch like a kitten. Rough fingertips trace patterns across your back, your arms, your hips. He's waiting for you to give him the green light.
You kiss him with force, tongue sliding into his mouth with no room for protest. You bite his lip and grin. America's golden boy. Lying under you with your come smeared across his face.
He leans up to whisper in your ear, rough tone filled with promise and mischief.
"I love you," he murmurs, tongue gliding across your neck. "Let me fuck you like I don't."
You've never been one to deny him. You're not about to start now.
He's adjusting, after all.
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