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Leon’s hair physics have perplexed me since day 1 so I decided to do some research, and this is what I came up with.

In most of the games and movies, especially 2 and 6, it’s kinda thick hair so it holds its shape pretty well. In Damnation it’s this… slick curtain type hair that’s very straight, and I guess it just acts the way long hair does if he’s upside down. According to my research (images of kids on monkey bars) his would usually somewhat keep its shape at that length.

On top of that, it’s an UNDERCUT so it gets all the more wonky at any orientation other than upright.

In any case, he’s probably gotta use so much hair product to keep it out of his eyes in the first place, so…

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Every haircut went shorter. Inches and inches, fallen to the ground like petals off blooming trees, littering the floor in a sea of brown. I’d sit there, wrapped in a cloak of black, eyes blurry with bad vision. Isn’t this cute? My hairstylist would prompt. Isn’t this fun?

I stare at myself during haircuts. Blurry and unfocused, I’m a splash of different colors. Like abstract art, the circle of my round face surrounded by brown swirls, big black obscuring my torso, two long legs crossed with black boots at the end. It’s thrilling to be unsure for so long, an hour of guessing what my appearance would be at the end of the adventure. Exhilarating was it to fly through each emotion like a bird through wispy, white clouds. Freeing.

Slices, chunks, strands. The scissors cut insistently, the blow drier losing my hearing in a sea of whooshes and buzzing. You go shorter every time, my hairstylist would comment. Just don’t ask for a buzzcut.

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Magic Hair Dryer Made From Cardboard!

Magic Hair Dryer Made From Cardboard!

Did your expensive, branded hair dryer suddenly stop working? Or did you never own one? Now is your chance to get your hands on a fun little project and own a new hair dryer at the same time!

One can only wonder how to make a hair dryer out of cardboard and a few other things. The answer is simple! You only need cardboard, dc motor, nichrome wire, 2 batteries and a soda can. The video shows the…


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Piensa en vastos pastizales. Piensa en la tranquilidad. Piensa en la paz. Piensa en el amor. Luego piensa en los accesorios para el cabello de Beautiful Beam.

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Latest, earliest of the year,
Primroses that still were here,
Snugly nestling round the boles
Of the cut-down chestnut poles,
When December’s tottering tread
Rustled ‘mong the deep leaves dead,
And with confident young faces
Peeped from out the sheltered places
When pale January lay
In its cradle day by day,
Dead or living, hard to say;
Now that mid-March blows and blusters,
Out you steal in tufts and clusters,
Making leafless lane and wood
Vernal with your hardihood.
Other lovely things are rare,
You are prodigal as fair.
First you come by ones and ones,
Lastly in battalions,
Skirmish along hedge and bank,
Turn old Winter’s wavering flank,
Round his flying footsteps hover,
Seize on hollow, ridge, and cover,
Leave nor slope nor hill unharried,
Till, his snowy trenches carried,
O'er his sepulchre you laugh,
Winter’s joyous epitaph.

This, too, be your glory great,
Primroses, you do not wait,
As the other flowers do,
For the Spring to smile on you,
But with coming are content,
Asking no encouragement.
Ere the hardy crocus cleaves
Sunny border 'neath the eaves,
Ere the thrush his song rehearse,
Sweeter than all poets’ verse,
Ere the early bleating lambs
Cling like shadows to their dams,
Ere the blackthorn breaks to white,
Snowy-hooded anchorite;
Out from every hedge you look,
You are bright by every brook,
Wearing for your sole defence
Fearlessness of innocence.
While the daffodils still waver,
Ere the jonquil gets its savour,
While the linnets yet but pair,
You are fledged, and everywhere.
Nought can daunt you, nought distress,
Neither cold nor sunlessness.
You, when Lent sleet flies apace,
Look the tempest in the face;
As descend the flakes more slow,
From your eyelids shake the snow,
And when all the clouds have flown,
Meet the sun’s smile with your own.
Nothing ever makes you less
Gracious to ungraciousness.
March may bluster up and down,
Pettish April sulk and frown;
Closer to their skirts you cling,
Coaxing Winter to be Spring.

Then when your sweet task is done,
And the wild-flowers, one by one,
Here, there, everywhere do blow,
Primroses, you haste to go,
Satisfied with what you bring,
Fading morning-stars of Spring.
You have brightened doubtful days,
You have sweetened long delays,
Fooling our enchanted reason
To miscalculate the season.
But when doubt and fear are fled,
When the kine leave wintry shed,
And 'mid grasses green and tall
Find their fodder, make their stall;
When the wintering swallow flies
Homeward back from southern skies,
To the dear old cottage thatch
Where it loves to build and hatch,
That its young may understand,
Nor forget, this English land;
When the cuckoo, mocking rover,
Laughs that April loves are over;
When the hawthorn, all ablow,
Mimics the defeated snow;
Then you give one last look round,
Stir the sleepers underground,
Call the campion to awake,
Tell the speedwell courage take,
Bid the eyebright have no fear,
Whisper in the bluebell’s ear
Time has come for it to flood
With its blue waves all the wood,
Mind the stichwort of its pledge
To replace you in the hedge,
Bid the ladysmocks good-bye,
Close your bonnie lids and die;
And, without one look of blame,
Go as gently as you came.



Alfred Austin  1835-1913


Graphic - Félix Labisse  1905-1982

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Things I’ve learned from doing a metric fuck ton of picrews

  • Most will have fantasy skin tones (blue, green, etc) before they have realistic Asian skin tones (yellow undertones as opposed to pink ones)

The closest I’ve ever come to my irl skin tone

  • Septum rings and other face piercing options are few and far between
  • Same with eyebrow cuts
  • Most shaved head options are traditionally poc hair or obviously kinky hair

An example of hair that is not mine but was pretty much the only undercut ish option

Anyway, none of this particularly bothers me, it’s just a couple of things I’ve noticed.

The whole point to stop have fun with it and these things are mildly annoying at best lmao.

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