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vincent and sam in a pub circa 2009
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abrandnewshadow · 16 days
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free-boundsoul · 6 months
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I have no idea why but I imagine Anton as a big guy
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cascadiiing · 1 year
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I ain't proud of all the punches that l've thrown
In the name of someone I no longer know
(Darlin, Redacted Audio)
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running-tweezers · 7 months
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I just saw this screenshot…
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…. I don’t think I need to say anything else.
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m1ckeyb3rry · 16 days
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GUESS WHO FINALLY CAUGHT UP W THE BLLK MANGA 🤩
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mitternacht · 1 year
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I’m throwing my tiny weird metafic about Legato into the void can we get three cheers for the bitches in the back who have a weird relationship with their hair
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jellybeanium124 · 3 months
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urge to get more butch intensifies
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butchwestgri · 1 month
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cisheteronormativity is so fucking funny because the fact that im afab with long hair somehow means im immune to accusations of being Not Cishet...im hairy and i wear my keys on a carabiner and shop in the mens department and so many other not straight things. i laugh at my female friends when they talk about having crushes on men, i'm hesitant to call myself a girl or pretend to be interested in men even as coverup, but the fact that i have long "girl" hair means that people don't pay attention to that and see me as a girl. and i mean i guess thats fine but god im so frustrated
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snow-system-wol · 1 month
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It takes a decade of freedom and a few months of actually remembering why he cared so much in the first place, but S'ria finally realizes that his hair length need not be dictated by anyone's wishes except his own.
Ao3
Ao3 -- with flashback
(The story below is the safe flashback-redacted one, but still light tw for panic attack)
There was no reason his hair he could not cut his hair short, should he want to.
Once the thought was in S'ria's head, it was impossible not to continuously think about it for the next several hours. He turned it over and over until the thought became a well-polished stone. His hair didn't have to be so very long, not like it is. He could literally just shorten it, no one could stop him. S'ria really liked that idea, of how easy it could be. He could do it right now. He was going to do it right now.
S'ria snuck off to find a set of shears that would probably suffice. He stripped out of half of his clothes, knowing this would be a bit messy, and sat in the middle of his bedroom floor. A shirt full of hair would've been annoying, but hopefully the floor couldn't be too hard to sweep.
S'ria held a chunk of hair, hands shaking.
Surely it couldn't be this easy? He trailed his fingers up to a point a bit below jaw length, nodding. It was a thrilling and terrifying prospect. He was looking at an entire fulm and half to chop and he crunched the numbers involuntarily (two moons for an ilm, 18 ilms to remove –) 3 years? It was 3 years to regrow if this was a mistake? The thought made him feel a strange mix of dread and excitement.
Suppressing the former, he closed the shears on the section of hair he held.
It would've been nice if it was a single dramatic movement. It didn't cut all the way through immediately, it was too thick for that. It took a series of unsatisfying movements chewing through layers to make it the whole way through, and then suddenly a long bundle of hair was loose in his hand. S'ria abruptly felt as though he couldn't breathe.
[Redacted Flashback]
[Ao3 link with flashback included linked above]
 
–after all, you're not supposed to be cutting it off, but you already have. Nearly a third of your hair now stops above your shoulders and you're holding the rest in your hand, and you are in so much fucking trouble, why did you do this–
There were footsteps behind S'ria and he whipped around, holding the shears like a dagger. Tataru lifted both of her hands up, palms open, and stepped back.
"I wanted to see whether you wanted any fruit tarts, but I heard – um, are you okay?"
S'ria shakily lowered the scissors. He was also suddenly very aware of being shirtless …It was just Tataru, that was fine, he was fine. Her eyes moved between the fallen hair and the incredibly uneven cut ends to the right side of his face, wincing just a touch. S'ria shrunk a little further in on himself.
"Should I have asked before I did this?"
"No, of course not – it's your hair. Just… what are you using and where did you get those?"
S'ria tucked the shears behind his leg. "Suddenly I feel like I shouldn't answer that question."
Tataru paused and S'ria believed it took great restraint on her part not to question it further.
"May I help, at least?"
S'ria froze, thinking it over. It wouldn't be bad, to have help, but it also felt like giving up. He didn't need someone else's help to get past this fear, he wanted it to be his choice.
"Let me – let me cut it to the right length myself. Then you can help."
S'ria lifted hair off of his neck so that one blade of the shears could fit underneath. He sat like that for at least a minute, telling himself to just keep going. A part of him wished Tataru would leave – but equally, he was glad she stayed. Easier not to lose track of where he was that way. He lowered his hands and stared wordlessly at Tataru until she got the hint and turned to face another direction. S'ria gathered his resolve and managed to quickly cut all the way around, what felt like ponzes of weight falling away. He shook his head, feeling the short ends shift about his face and neck. Had his hair really been that heavy?
S'ria looked at the edges – oh, it was so uneven. A laugh bubbled out of him, and he was surprised at how genuine it was – he'd actually done this and it was a truly awful job, wonderful. Truly and without sarcasm, wonderful.
Of course, Tataru disappeared to her quarters after and came back with much nicer scissors that may have actually been meant for cutting hair.
"Don't you worry, I'll have it looking perfectly done in a moment."
S'ria cringed, leaning away for a moment.
"Oh – what's wrong?"
He didn't want perfect, he didn't want to need to care about that in the slightest. A part of him wanted to keep it exactly as is, terribly done. He could concede that some parts of it would bother him, if left like this.
"Can you just even it out to mostly the same length? Don't fix anything else, please."
"Okay, can do!"
S'ria appreciated it. He knew it was probably very grating for her, painful even, not to be allowed to make it look fully better. She cared, and she wanted it to look good, and S'ria almost felt bad for forcing her to let go of that. Tataru stood behind him, pushing on his shoulder to try and get him to slouch down a bit. S'ria obligingly hunched down a little extra for her. As she started to shift through the layers of hair he'd cut, something else occurred to him.
"Wait, wait." Her hands withdrew immediately and he loved her for that. "Don't tug. And don't let the scissors touch my neck."
She smiled at him like it wasn't even a big deal to ask. "Of course, whatever you need. May I?"
S'ria nodded and she returned to her task. Tataru was so careful, so gentle, that the tension quickly left him. There was never any pulling, never even a hint of metal against his neck, just tiny snipping noises and the tickle of hair falling on his shoulders. Hmm, he wasn't sure he'd fully thought through how to clean the hair off of himself.
It did not take her long to be finished, dusting hair off of her own hands and arms.
"There we go! Do you want to look in the mirror?"
S'ria grinned. "No. I think I'm good, actually." And oh, it felt good to refuse to care.
(Of course, he would get curious later and actually look at it, and it was so wonderful to hardly recognize any of his younger self left in the mirror.)
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inflammatory · 1 month
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peace joy rice fried egg dungeons dragons
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congruent of d'deridahn
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nanowatzophina · 2 years
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Here’s all the boys in one—
They look a bit different though…
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meowmeowmessi · 1 year
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went to see his head and i got almost as mad as watching the succession final yesterday, his hair was just starting to look good too and now we’re back to this monstrosity. convinced anto doesn’t stop him to eliminate the possible competition bcs no one is fucking that bald head
anto is severely underestimating the mental illness messi inspires in the men around him 😭 as if depaul and half the nt aren't seconds away from doing this whenever they are in his presence despite the nasty haircut 😭
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fagmegumi · 1 year
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Conversion therapy? In MY emdr with a clueless cis woman ? Its more likely than you think
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1eos · 1 year
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speaking of leo looking better year after year feasting on the collagen of slain visuals i did say i was gonna end it all if he got a haircut and he did but the handsomeness has actually been exploding lately....i forgot that if you have a diamond platinum black topaz turquoise extra strength titanium graphene kevlar vest boron nirtride ulta-high-molecular-weight-polyethylene grade level pussy dripped face card then you don’t have to worry abt hair cuts or color...but i’ve been reminded. thoroughly
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