#their feelings and let's dye our hair blue while we're at it

[thisismisogynoir]

I love it when women hate men. I love it when women are allowed to vent to each other about how horrible and creepy men are. I love it when women form friendships with and prioritize each other over relationships with men(whether they're attracted to them or not). I love it when women put men dni in their bios and on their nude photos and on posts on their blogs. I love it when women refuse to mollycoddle and accommodate entitled male feelings with "but this doesn't mean I hate all men, I know a few men who are great, I love my father/sons/brothers/uncles/male cousins/guy friends" I love it when women complain about men WITHOUT "not all men" being a disclaimer. I love it when women avoid socializing with/refuse to be around/befriend/get close to men because they know men can't be trusted. I love it when women make "kill all men" jokes. I love it when women offer absolutely no concern or care for men's feelings and if their misandry offends men whatsoever because why should we, men are the oppressor class who have raped and killed and abused us and kept us as subjugated as second-class citizens for millennia, they regularly mistreat us and the women in their own marginalized communities still every single day and make this world so much harder and more awful for us to be in, and if we choose to hate them and not spare them any sympathy then so be it, and I don't just mean "men as a class" either, you can be a woman who doesn't want to have anything to do with any man on an individual basis and completely cuts off men from her personal life too and ykw I will love and fucking support you in that because men deserve absolutely NOTHING from us. If they're so tough and strong then they can handle it just like they can handle being lonely. If you are a woman who hates men, ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE A LESBIAN AND/OR A TRANS WOMAN, then just know that I love you. I love you, I support you, and you are safe here.

#was going to make a post about how much i hate that women aren't allowed to hate their oppressors but i decided to spin it into something #positive instead #this is supposed to be the feminist site that makes reddit mgtow piss their baby diapers so let's go back to despising men and not coddling #their feelings and let's dye our hair blue while we're at it #i am so tired of this new wave of guilt-tripping and gaslighting women who hate men and don't trust or want to be around them #i hate how we're made into villainesses or the problematic ones for not valuing them in our lives or for wanting to guard ourselves or be #safe from our oppressors #and i'm tired of people who don't know the first thing about feminism being like 'BUT THAT'S TERF RHETORIC WHAT ABOUT X MINORITY MEN' #guess what women can also be x minority that you're trying to protect the men of and we get to hate men too #trans women are included when i say women btw and trans men are included when i say men #if anyone has the right to hate men more than anybody else it's trans women esp trans lesbians because they put up with so much shit #from men that even cis women do not and they especially know how vile men are behind closed doors #so #terfs fuck off #radfems fuck off #and if anybody tries to make this post more appeasing to men or 'not all men's this post you are getting blocked and hit with a hammer #feminism #misogyny #sexism #patriarchy #tw men #tw rape #tw abuse #misandry #terfs dni #radfems dni #feminists need to go back to being scary and unpalatable for men none of this 'but some of them are good!' bullshit #men are entitled to nothing from us #and if you try to prove me wrong then you are just proving my point if you have nothing good to say then simply keep scrolling #ok? ok.

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Well... That Escalated Quickly

It had to happen eventually. I get the SCP Gamer Squad together for a little lighthearted fun and games, only... I might have made a mistake inviting Abel. I forgot, in addition to being a walking stab dispenser, Big Brother is a sore loser. Worse, since technically he's not allowed out of his quarters, I had to set my stuff up in his place.

It's Monday night, and once again I try setting up a game night. Clef is on board, let's be honest if guns are involved so is Clef, even digital ones. 035 opted out, citing a headache. Iris is sitting in for 963, who's still in Time Out for shenanigans. I've just set up my gear in Abel's quarters, hoping I can at least convince him to hang out. We're joined on our LAN by Dr. Iceberg, whom I didn't know played. No matter. Time for some Dead By Daylight. Oh good, Iris brought pizza. I fire up my system, and get everything set up. Once I'm done, I knock on Big Brother's cubical confinement.

"Hey, Big Brother? Wanna come play some games with your kid sisters? We brought pizza. Plus... you might even be able to leave Iceberg hanging, or at least cut him down to size."

"Pizza? I am, as they say, in." The door swings open, Abel walks out. He's got some serious bed head going, and I giggle. "What is funny, Little Sister?"

"Uh, you've got seriously messy hair, bro. Let's fix that." I sit him down, brush through his curls. Before long, I've sorted his ginormous bird nest. I'm finishing up his plait while Iris brings over a plate laden with pizza.

"Thank you, Iris. What is tonight's game?"

"Beats me, Abel. Ask Gamemistress Rabbit there, it's her rig."

"I was thinking Dead by Daylight at first, but I'm feeling a bit more like Among Us. Kinda want to stab Clef in the back, but I can do that in any game really. It's just funnier to me in that game. Maybe it's the bean bag avatars?"

"Definitely the beanies, Sis. They're too cute to be so sus." We log into chat.

"Hi gang. Gamemistress Rabbit here. Iris is too, and we have a special guest tonight... give a big SCP Gamer Squad welcome to everybody's favorite nigh unstoppable swordsman, The Semetic Nightmare himself... our very own SCP 076-2, Abel! Say hello Big Brother."

"Er... hello? Is this thing on?"

"Abel... games? It's too late to back out, isn't it?" Iceberg actually sounds nervous.

"What up, big guy? Don't worry, this lobby is guaranteed 963 free. Shaw can't hack for shit. We're clear there." Not surprised Clef is chill, not much worries him excluding his ex.

"Good to know. Shall we begin?" Everybody agrees.

"Tonight's game is... Among Us! So, pick your avatars, and let's get at it. There will be a short break to explain the game to our new player, of course." Iris is already telling Abel how everything works. He's even chosen his avatar. To everyone's surprise, he's... purple. Unexpected, but... purple dye used to be really expensive. I can buy that excuse. Iris picks blue, I'm green, Iceberg is yellow for some reason, Clef is red, and our mystery plus one picks black.

"Hey, Rabbit. Real quick, hope you don't mind, I brought a guest of my own. Sort of. Say howdy, 049!"

"Hello, my dear. I look forward to playing. I do hope it's all right I join in, I might have let it slip I was curious as to why Clef had a laptop instead of a ukulele."

"More than all right, I must confess I was going to ask you, but Clef beat me to it. I think I owe our colleague some decent coffee tomorrow."

"We're set here. Ready?"

"Okay. Iris, would you kindly help me keep the bucket of bolts in one piece, or close enough? Everybody else, find the murderer, and provide the proof, you'll win the game, plus a nifty prize. Here we go, folks... good night and good luck."

The game plays out, and to no one's surprise... Dr. Iceberg is out. My Doctor found the body. Meanwhile, I'm trying to keep the life support on, with Iris watching my back. We see Clef run by in a hurry.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. He's mad. Shit!"

In the room, Iris and I look at each other and laugh. It's not Abel chasing Clef... nope. My Doctor is trying to lobotomize him with a power drill.

"Come back, I am only trying to cure you. Why do they always run?" Meanwhile, Abel sneaks up on me, undoes my hard work, then... shoves me out of the airlock. Iris follows me, yeeted out like a sack of trash into the incinerator.

I mute my mic, look him in the eye. "You jerk!" And he laughs. Before long, it's only him standing. He hit Clef with a welding tank. 049 got stabbed and shoved out of the airlock. Not bad for a noob.

"I won this round. Next game?"

"Let's play something else. Oh! Got it... anyone up for CS:GO?"

"Too rough for a noob. Stick to Call of Duty or something."

"Or... we could play my modded up version of Left 4 Dead 2, whatever."

"I think I'll sit out that one. Dyo told me about it, he said the tank mod was... unexpected."

"Fine, Modern Warfare 2 it is. We all a squad, or we flying solo here?"

"Squad. I do not want Abel knifing me because I look like just enough xp."

"I must agree, reluctantly. Especially after the last game. Has anyone seen Dr. Iceberg?"

"Wow, that first kill hit so hard it booted him off the server. Note to self: do not mess with Abel." Iris looks at our big brother. "Honestly, that was worth the unexpected spacewalk last game. Well done, Big Brother."

#scp foundation #tales from site redacted #agent rabbit #dr clef #scp 049 #scp 105 #scp 076 2 #game nights at site redacted are wild

[ariendiel]

You accepted my invocation and now I live on rent here, I set up a tent there in the corner of the question box. I have coffee with cookies

Noah, MC and Hope — My MC is black and doesn't have braided or dreadlocked hair so I would love a scene of Hope braiding or dreadlocking the MC's hair while Noah talks to them about books or whistles the song Africa, from that episode where they're painting their nails.

Lottie, Gary and MC — Lottie I feel like she would be a lot more jealous or insecure in a polyamory but with the MC he or she would make Lottie feel safe and more confident about it, and for sure, readings of tea leaves and coffee grounds, or even a moonlight session between MC, Lottie and a Gary who fell asleep in the middle of the session. With Hope, MC would braid his hair, with Lottie he would dye it purple or blue to match her.

Lucas, Henrik and MC — MC would definitely be totally stressed out with so much going on, what would be better? A physical therapy session with Lucas helping MC to de-stress, almost certainly this could work, with a Henrik taking care of MC's hair because let's face it, he does a huge hair treatment session with several different products.

Marisol, MC and Bobby — It would be lovely to have an MC and Bobby making coffee for Marisol, or Bobby casually cooking for his boyfriend and girlfriend. They're swapping clothes because we're going to have MC, Bobby and Marisol breaking gender norms with dresses and outfits. And cook battles with Marisol as the judge, Cupcakes VS Hot Cheetos cheese sticks. Bisexual polyamory with them talking about their experiences during their youth.

Bobby, Chelsea and MC — Constant boop sessions and champagne with cupcakes and Chelsea's drink I can't remember the name. I feel like they would be the kind of couple who sleep together in the afternoon when they have nothing to do, so yes, they sleep together on a pillow fort in the living room.

Shannon, Ibrahim and MC — I don't like Jo and feel like she doesn't suit Ibrahim, or is it because I love Shannon so much. Shannon teaching them how to gamble and how to play poker, and obviously a strip poker session with everyone with Shannon being the one with all the clothes. Ibrahim teaching golf and the rules and perhaps a confused Shannon on how having fewer shots earns more points. My MC is a high school math/philosophy teacher so he doesn't have much to teach to them.

I think I got carried away here.

You're very welcome here with your tent of course, and we also provide hot beverages for free as well as freshly baked pastries on weekends 🥰

Of course, I LOVE IT when people get carried away in my inbox. I'm so busy I don't have time to write much myself (as I'm sure some of my followers can tell), so I live for these inbox messages.

Now, onto your couples. I really struggle to see Noah and Hope remaining together in any situation, even if a MC is involved. Noah is one of the jealous LIs after all, and I don't see this lasting regardless of MC being male, female, or anything else. Maybe we can replace Noah with Carl here? Carl is so busy with work, that Hope might like to have an MC to also shower her with love.

Lucas, Henrik and MC. Again, I think Lucas *might* be a bit too jealous, but I can see this maybe working because Lucas and Henrik is such a solid couple. Especially if Lucas is the "centre" of the trio and feels extremely loved by both, then maybe... Henrik would be so okay with poly. Love our inclusive Swede ✨ If we want to be absolutely chaotic, we could also replace Lucas with Rocco here!

Ooof I really can't see Lottie being willing to share with anyone, especially not Gary with MC. I can maybe see her being okay with it if it was Hannah, but only for a while and then it'd break down. I think Gary is a bit too traditional as well. Lottie would maybe like having two boyfriends/girlfriends, but I don't think she'd like them being together again...

Marisol, MC and Bobby. Marisol as well is someone I think would struggle in this situation, and I can't see her with Bobby at all. Maybe Noah could work with this trio, as it is potentially a bit more "chill" and Bobby's got such a crush on Noah lol. I can also maybe see Chelsea feeling comfortable in a poly couple with MC and Bobby, especially as I headcanon her as asexual and this might help her feeling less pressured about s*x?

Shannon, Ibrahim and MC. Replace Ibrahim with Arjun maybe and we've got a winner! While Rahim is a bit too insecure (maybe he'll be more open in a few years), I think Arjun would be super chill and open because omg it's Arjun and we love him.

May I also suggest these for you?

Elisa, Elijah and MC

Jake, Rohan and MC

#ask #litg everyone #litg s2 #love island the game #litg

[buff-borf-bork]

Another fic inspired by the upcoming zine, That's A Wrap!

Walking past the dressing rooms, a shock of blue catches Shaun's eyes like a hook, stopping him in his tracks. Peeking into Jack's dressing room Shaun sees a bright blue head of hair admiring itself in the mirror.

”Whoa, Jack! Blue suits you,“ he comments as he leans against the door frame.

”Thanks, I think I did a pretty good job with it,” Jack looks at him through the mirror, a grin popping up on his face.

”For sure, it looks so real too!“ Shaun walks over to hover around him, craning around Jack.

“Huh?” A look of confusion flashes across Jack’s face.

Shaun steps close enough to feel the hair strands, testing their texture. not smooth enough to be plastic. ”I thought bright wigs like this always looked a bit hokey, but you can’t even see the edges or any lace–,“ he gives it a small tug. Jack’s head follows. Shaun’s smile freezes on his face. His eyes meet Jack’s in the mirror, both growing wide with dawning panic.

”Jack.“

”Yeah?“

”You really pinned this wig in well, buddy!“

”...“

”Jack.“

”Shaun.“

”You didn't.“

”He has blue hair in the script.“

Shaun palms Jack’s scalp to shake his head, ”he has a blue wig in the script.”

“Ah… You think they got a brown wig?”

It’s been a long day for Nick but he perks up at the sight of red patchy fur peeking over the back of one of the worn sofas. Someone must have brought their dog from home, hopefully a well trained one since it seems to be unattended. He sighs and closes his eyes as he pats the dog and gives it a scritch. He notices the texture is odd, longer than what he’d expected and a dry, stringy texture. The dog whimpers, poor thing. Opening his eyes, he’s met with the heartbroken look of Ian. A familiar sight on its own, though usually not this authentic.

With an undignified sound, he stumbles back with the force which he yanks away his hand from Ian’s head.

“What happened to you?” Nick scratches his jeans, hoping not too much of Ian’s dandruff got under his nails.

“Me,” he sniffles.

His eyes narrow to a stained box of dye in Ian’s hand.

Nick lead’s Ianby the fabric of his sweater as the two spot Shaun and Sonic in the halls, Shaun and Jack down the hall. As they pass, they say their hellos only to freeze and turn to each other. Nick and Ian’s eyes are drawn to the bright blue dome that could call down an emergency plane while Shaun and Jack stare at the shy stranger with Nick that has his hoodie strings pulled so tight, only his nose remains visible.

“Hey, who’s your friend?” Shaun gestures to the hooded figure.

“It’s okay to be nervous your first time here, it can all be a little overwhelming.”

“I'm- i'm not new,” a warbling voice, as Ian pulls down his hoodie, eyes watering.

They stifle their gasps and try not to laugh, Shaun a bit more successfully than Jack. Shaun shakes his head, mummering, “I can’t believe you both…”

“Should we shave them?”

"That is tempting."

Ian's shoulders get acquainted with his ears, and Jack pales, putting his hands up in defense. "Hey now, I think we're getting a head of ourselves here. How about we just pick up some new dye?“

Shaun and Nick take a moment to think about it, letting the other two sweat, before sighing.

”I guess we could give it a shot.“

Jack hears the snip of scissors, fallen hair tickling his face as it drifts down.

“Hey! I'm supposed to have a mullet.”

“That doesn't mean you need this many split ends.” Shaun set about giving Jack a trim, the fine toothed comb guiding his scissors.

Nick squeezes gel onto his hand and carefully traces around Ian's hair line. Jack looks over, curious and puts his hand on Shaun's, stopping him from putting in the dye quite yet.

“Ian's hair is fried, why aren’t you cutting his hair?”

“What Nick does to Ian's hair is none of my business. It's better for my blood pressure that way.”

“Hey!” Nick sends him a look of mock offense before focusing back on Ian.

Jack sighs, and accepts his fate. He watches Nick apply something across the top of Ian's forehead, along his hairline.

“What's that?”

”Vaseline so the dye doesn't stain his face,“ Nick carefully runs his fingers down the sides of Ian's face, brushing the tops of his ears as traces behind them and makes sure to cover the backs of them.

Jack nods and there's a loud snip. Loud to Shaun anyways as he watches the large swath of hair tumble to the ground.

As Nick glances up to the sight of an oblivious Jack scrolling on his phone as Shaun's eyes, blown wide, dart between Jack's head and Nick. Warily but subtly, he walks around to see what Shaun's seeing.

Nick's face mirrors Shaun's, the patch of much shorter hair like a neon sign against the rest of his hair. Nick gathers the hair off the floor and ties the bundles back in.

Shaun gives him a flat look.

“Really? You think no one's going to notice that?”

“Notice what?” They both jump at Jack's question.

“Nothing, we're just talking about the best way to strip the colour from your hair.”

With a shrug, Nick returns to Ian and Shaun pretends everything is okay, good thing he’s an actor. Maybe it's a fashion statement?

 ”Anyways, you can use the vaseline in a moment.“

“Nah, we don't need that. I've been dying my sister's hair for years, I'm a pro at this point,” Shaun confidently applies the colour stripper, massaging and brushing it through Jack’s hair. He glances back at the tube in Nick's hand. “Did you say that was Vaseline? Where'd you get it?”

“Found it in makeup, like the hair dye.”

“Huh, never seen Vaseline in a tube like that,” Jack watches Nick pull the wand from the clear tube and brush the substance into his hand as he does the last spot under Ian's baby hairs.

“It smells strong like it and was unlabeled with the hair products.”

“Uh, unlabled?” Shaun side eyes the bottle.

“Yeah?” Nick offers the bottle to Jack. He removes the wand and holds it under his nose, taking a tentative sniff.

”...“

“Jack?” Shaun pauses to look at him.

“I don't think that's right,” Jack's voice tight and words fast.

Shaun leans over his shoulder, taking the wand and sniffing it for himself.

“Oh. Oh no.” He puts some of it on the inside of his arm and waits a moment. A burning sensation. “Yeah, that's lip plumper.”

They all look at Ian, his hairline red and slightly swelling as his eyes water.

“It burns.”

Nick stalls out for a moment, turning side to side before he grabs the paper towel, wiping away the substance.

The group laughing over Nick’s apology to Ian.

“The prop team's gonna kill us,” Jack inspects the stolen bowls, bought not for functionality, but aesthetic.

“Then take your pick, death via prop crew, or hair and make up?” Nick mixes a bowl of dye he's combined.

“They both have their own special forms of torture,” Ian shudders.

“It'll wash off the bowls, now hold still unless you wanna walk home looking like a gumball,” Shaun carefully runs the dye through his hair. He almost fumbles a dye soaked piece of hair, catching it just before it flops against Jack's face.

Lathered up, the gang chats as they dye sets. Soon enough, it’s time to wash it out and see how it turned out. Ian sags with relief as he sees his reflection. Hair he can actually walk around with and not be embarrassed of, even if it is a few shades off from the colour the crew wants it.

“Oh thank god, you guys are a lifesaver.”

“He’s right, The hair team would have never let me what the end of it otherwise,” Jack runs a hand through his hair, admiring its return to his now artificially natural colour.

Nick props an elbow on Jack’s shoulder, “you know, the brown’s a good look on you, no wonder the fans go nuts for you. And they don’t even know your character's real name yet!”

He scoffs and pulls out a cigarette, “ I don’t even know his name yet, they won’t tell me. Besides, they go nuts for all of us, and you guys are barely even in the trailers.”

“Heh, I’m not surprised, after you leaked half of yours and Ian’s back story,” Shaun ties Ian’s hair back for him.

“That was an accident.”

Ian chuckles, “oh yeah, and totally not to impress the cute interviewer.”

He almost drops the cigarettes as Ian snickers, but before he can say anything in his own defense, the lights go out.

“...”

“How long have we been here?”

A reporter on TV tells of how four actors survived the weekend on a set that was on lock down for an unknown incident. They subsisted on only the left over catering, and their own wits. They insist at least one of them resorted to eating scraps of drywall, but will not disclose who. 

#sdj #swwsdj #sunnydayjack #fic #actors au

[lunam-flore]

[ID:

Eleven eevees, all with the same resting/curled up pose and lineart save for changes to diversify their fur textures and color palettes. The image begins with Ultra Moon's dex entry for eevee: Its genes are easily influenced by its surroundings. Even its face starts to look like that of its Trainer. All following eevees, regardless of their pelt color, are depicted with a light colored mane and tail tip. Eevee 1, Standard Coloration and Fur: Wild eevee. If we end up under the care of another wild pokemon, we may take on features that resemble them instead! We've disappointed a lot of trainers who thought they'd found a pokefusion :( Eevee 2: Silky straight black fur and blue eyes. "My trainer has Type 1 black hair and blue eyes." Eevee 3: Wavy blonde fur and one visible blue eye. "My trainer has Type 2 blonde hair and heterochromia." It is implied that the closed eye is of a different color. Eevee 4: Curly dark brown fur and green eyes. "My trainer has Type 3 brown hair and green eyes." Eevee 5: Dark red with tight curls and brown eyes. "My trainer has Type 4 ginger hair and dark brown eyes." Eevee 6: Wavy dirty blonde fur that pales at their spine and their forehead, as well as one of their ears. Lighter spots of pigment can be found on the inside of their ear and on their nose. Their eye is blue. Eevee 7: Curly brown fur that pales at their spine and their forehead, as well as one of their ears. Lighter spots of pigment can be found on the inside of their ear and on their nose. Their eye is green. It is stated that both Eevee 6 and Eevee 7's trainers have vitiligo. Eevees 8 and 9: Both eevees have red eyes, pink noses, and pale white fur. Eevee 8 has straight fur while Eevee 9 has tight curls. Text states "Both of our trainers are albino. But we're not natural albinos, ourselves. Eevees like us do not become true albinos, but take on pigments that mimic our trainers' appearances, although true albino eevees do exist." Eevee 10: Wavy curls, gradient blend of green and purple, brown eyes and dark brown nose. "My trainer dyes their hair every week and my fur can barely keep up." Eevee 11: Curly sparkly silver fur, purple eyes, dark gray nose. "Shiny eevees will take on the hair texture of their trainer, but eye and fur colors are completely unpredictable. They can be wildly different from their trainer, or their own colors just might not change at all."

End ID]

(thoughts/other stuff below)

OKAY so for those of you who have been with me for a while: yes. Yes, this is absolutely meant as a revamp/revisit/spiritual successor to the first time I tried to explore my headcanons surrounding the Ultra Moon dex entry.

I tried to cover a wide general range this time. Yes I am well aware that each hair type has an A - C range, but I simplified things to keep us from being stuck here all day and to save my wrist some extra strain. I hope that's not a problem.

I've been wanting to redo this idea for a while. Mostly because I know a lot more about proper terminology now than I did when I first made that other doodle. It's kinda embarrassing that as a black woman, I didn't already know these proper terms and I don't like that the previous take could have made other POC uncomfortable. Hopefully this one will be a lot more acceptable.

Secondly however, I've been wanting to do this because people are still giving the old one a lot of love and reblogs, and tbh I'd rather that it stop getting so much attention. When I first uploaded it onto Tumblr it actually got some confrontational backlash and while I was able to talk things out with the people in question, I still feel a twinge of anxiety to this day every time I see this stupid thing pop up in my notifs. Please, feel free to ignore it now this one is SO MUCH BETTER LOL

Anyway, I'm considering making these linearts a buyable PSD bundle so if you're interested in that, do let me know. People seemed to be really interested in that the first time around so, figured I should put the idea out there.

#pokemonart #pokemon art #pokemon fanart #pokemon eevee #pkmn eevee #eeveeart #eevee art #eevee #eeveeoc #shiny eevee #pokemon dex #dex entry #my art #pokemon headcanons #pokemon variants #pokemon variations

[wish-i-wasnt-a-coward]

Hair dye (the things I’d do for you)

a/n: heeeyyyyyy, I’m back on the requests train. I like this one but the amount of editing I did for it is insane. Anyway, thank you @kittuppie for the request and I hope you enjoy!!! (p.s. if it’s not clear Virgil is crying because he believes his feelings for Logan are unrequited) 

Pairings: analogical (Logan x Virgil)

Warnings: crying, curseing, unconsensual kiss (arguably accidental), and some miscommunication. We do things hurt/comfort style in this household baby!

Word count: 1,020

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Virgil leaned back into his weighted blanket. He rubbed his face, still sticky with tears, and tried to slow his ragged breathing. 

He glanced down at his phone and cursed. He shouldn’t have sent that text, Logan didn’t need to know he was crying. No one did, but especially not the subject of his tears. 

He was such a fucking idiot. 

The phone dinged, Virgil's entire body went stiff. ‘I’m on myi way, hang in there’ floated on the screen, another ding, ‘please let me know if your ok’.

A sob bubbled up in Virgil’s throat. 

Spelling errors, his thoughtless text had driven Logan to the point of spelling errors. Virgil’s heavy fingers wouldn’t cooperate as he typed back, ‘I’m fine, pls don’t worry. Sorry if inconvenienced you’

The typing bubble popped up but Virgil turned off the sound and threw his phone across the room. He didn’t want to see the grateful response that would be coming. 

“Idiot” he mumbled again burying his face into his hands. 

Panicking was exhausting. He was so tired. Maybe he should take a nap, he wouldn't have to think while he was asleep.

His eyes fluttered shut. His body relaxed, this was nice. 

Suddenly the sound of a door slamming open crashed through his apartment. 

“Verge!” Logan’s voice called. 

Virgil shot up like a bullet. He scrubbed his face, frantically trying to erase any remnants of the hour he had spent crying. 

Before he could compose himself Logan swung through the doorway with a plastic bag and a determined expression. 

He was missing his signature tie and the top button of his shirt had come undone. His hair was messy and his glasses crooked. But despite his uncharacteristically disheveled state he spoke in the same even tone, “Let's go, we're dyeing our hair, '' 

Virgil blinked at him. “What.” 

Logan sighed, “you are sad, correct?” Virgil nodded, “I don’t like it when you’re sad. Therefore to assist in remedying your sorrow, I bought hair dye” 

Virgil’s confusion gave way to intense adoration. 

He bought hair dye so Virgil might be less sad, how fucking sweet was that. Virgil shrugged off the blanket with some difficulty and peered into the plastic bag, “what colors did ya get?”

“All of them.”

“Excuse me!?” 

Logan looked away awkwardly, “I um- I didn’t think it through. I was near the hair dye aisle at CVS when I got your text so I-'' 

He was cut off by a very warm, very strong hug from Virgil. Logan smiled and hugged Virgil back “Thank you,” the shorter man whispered. 

Logan smiled, “no problem”.

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20 minutes later the two men were situated in Virgil’s bathroom. Virgil’s bangs had been clipped back with pink hairpins and was thoroughly stained a neon purple. 

Small flecks of color dotted the man's darker skin, giving him tiny purple freckles to match his usual brown ones. 

He was, objectively, adorable. 

Logan sat on the edge of the tub, Virgil kneeling in front of him. His tongue peeked out of the corner of his mouth as he carefully applied blue to Logan’s hair. His brown eyes sparkled but were still tinged red. 

Logan brushed a fleck of blue off of Virgil’s cheek. 

“Would you like to talk about what is bothering you?” Logan felt Virgil flinch under his fingertips. “No. Not really” he said quietly, returning his attention to Logan’s hair. 

“There, done” Logan nodded and resisted the urge to brush his fingers through his damp curls. “Movie,” he asked. 

Virgil grinned “though you’d never ask”. 

As the end credits rolled Logan and Virgil found themselves curled together on the couch. 

Logan looked down at the man in his lap, Virgil looked back up at him and giggled. 

Holey shit, he was absolutely smitten.

“We should wash it out” Virgil yawned and dragged himself off of Logan’s lap. The man nodded and pulled himself up, “you take the shower I’ll take the sink”

The hair dye ran through his fingers down the drain, operating exactly as expected. The blue-stained to all it touched including Logan’s hands and face. Clean-up was going to be a bitch. 

Logan tousled his hair with a bath towel. With the dark blue stains on his hands and the counter taken care of, Logan moved towards a mirror in the hallway.

His bangs, now dark blue, matched his eyes almost perfectly. It was a cool look, one that Logan was willing to repeat. 

The bathroom door behind him opened softly and Logan’s heart nearly stopped. 

Virgil’s neon purple hair contrasted perfectly with his chestnut skin. His piercing black eyes hid behind a thin curtain of purple but they glittered happily, “well don’t you look nice” Virgil smirked. 

Virgil moved towards him, he brushed his hands through Logan’s messy curls. He might have been saying something, Logan couldn’t tell, he was too busy staring at Virgil.

Logan did realize he was moving until his lips were on Virgil’s. 

For a split second, all Logan could feel were butterflies, and then the panic kicked in. He jolted away from Virgil, his hand flying to his lips. Virgil stared up at him with wide eyes. “I’m so sorry” Logan choked out and bolted. 

The door slammed shut behind him.

Virgil brushed fingertips across his lips, staring at the place Logan had been. Then he grabbed his keys and raced after him. 

By the time Virgil found Logan the sun was dipping into the horizon, painting them both gold. Logan had taken refuge in the parking lot behind the library. He looked so small curled up on the bench, Virgil’s chest squeezed just looking at him. 

He crouched in front of Logan pulled his fingers away from his face. “Hey” Virgil murmured. 

Logan’s cheeks were flushed and his face blotchy, but Virgil smiled when their eyes met. “That was a pretty good kiss,” he whispered, Logan's head shot up.

“But I think I can do better. Mind if I try?” Logan nodded frantically and pulled Virgil towards him, closing the gap between them once again. 

Maybe sending that text hadn’t been such a bad idea. 

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[leerongrong]

❥ 𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 – you asking them to pick a color to dye your hair.

⌜ mark ⌟

big doe eyes. i feel like mark would be ecstatic but also terrified, since he has a habit of playing with your hair and he loves it when your shampoo scented hair tickles his nose everytime you cuddle. he would reccomend to pick out a cute hair color, probably something like cool tone browns, to make sure your scalp doesn't get ruined in one sitting.

"you are not getting bright blue." he gestures to his own head of hair, some strands sticking out while others plastered on his dry scalp. "look at what it did to mine."

mark would love to spend his whole day with you at the hair salon, blushing whenever an old lady tells him he's handsome or cute, and endlessly tells you that you look pretty by the time you're done.

⌜ renjun ⌟

i think renjun be would quiet and composed. not even giving you his hair color choice, stating, "it's your hair! why should i choose the color?" watches the whole process of you picking out colors, being a gentleman and telling you that every color would look good on you.

"why not go for pink?" he winks, joking and pointing at his own hair while he wiggles his eyebrows. "we can match!"

surprised pikachu face when he sees you come out with a head of baby pink hair and a cherry hair band resting on top. getting even more surprised when you tell him you're going to match him every single time.

⌜ jeno ⌟

would be really calm and collected when he blurts out "purple." and only starts to panic when you panic first. laughs and tells you that a darker shade of purple at the tips of your hair wouldn't require bleaching and that it wouldn't hurt. holds your hand and doesn't let go the whole time at the salon, eye smiling when you finish and takes you on an ice cream date right after.

"you keep looking at me." you raise your eyebrows at jeno, the cone still in your right hand as your other is intertwined with jeno's. "is there something on my face?"

"beauty."

cue you choking on your chocolate chip ice cream and an awkwardly silent ride back home.

⌜ haechan ⌟

would whine when you pull him out of the dorm in the middle of his game. "but why!?" he whines, "i was about to beat chenle!"

sulks and pouts the whole time you're deciding on colors, rolling his eyes and saying "no" to every color you choose, making you roll your eyes in return. playing games on his phone the whole time, waiting for you to finish with an impatient tap of his foot.

"you take longer than jaemin to finish." he whines, eyes still focused on his phone screen. "seriously, what is it with women and-"

let's just say he couldn't get his hands out of your hair for the entire week nor could he get out of your silent treatment the following day.

⌜ jaemin ⌟

when a wide cheshire grin spreads on his lips, it makes you feel afraid for your scalp. jaemin would definitely reccomend bolder, more light colors like blonde, white, or pink. he takes you shopping first, spoiling you with matching couple earrings and necklaces before going to a chic cafe to have lunch and take photos.

"nana," you whine, "i'm just getting my hair done, we don't have too take that many pictures."

"exactly, we're getting your hair done!" he pouts, his fingers pressing the button of his polaroid camera. "we need to remember this day."

the same grin is on his face by the time he picks you up at the salon, his hands already twirling and burying themselves in your newly dyed blonde hair.

⌜ chenle ⌟

i think chenle would be similar with haechan, a bit whiny and pouty that you interrupted his gaming session. the difference is, he's pumped up the moment you say you'd let him choose the color. would pout when you reject his ridiculous idea of highlighter yellow, pouting even more when you finally dye your hair to a light strawberry blonde. he secretly loves it

"chenle, i don't want to go bald before i'm at least 90!"

"but isn't your hair thinning out already, anyway?"

immediately shuts up when you threaten to throw his game console and him out the window.

⌜ jisung ⌟

i think jisung would be a little more cautios about it, like mark. he would spend days on pinterest, scrolling through hair colors and typing them down or saving them everytime he finds a cute one. would even ask his hair stylist and the whole nct dream members before deciding to choose dark blue for you.

he spends the whole day helping you, searching through google on how to bleach and dye your hair. because for the love of god, even after having his bleached so many times, he still can't remember how. almost cries at one point when the bleach slightly burns your scalp, sniffling more than you do.

blushes and giggles because you reward him with kisses and cuddles for being the best boyfriend. "you look really pretty." jisung's still hiding in the crook of your neck, your newly dyed hair slightly tickling him. "maybe we can match our hair colors one day!" 

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[almostkoo]

Taehyung on the Cliff (03)

pairing: taehyung x reader (platonic), jungkook x reader (platonic), taehyung x jungkook (platonic)

summary: after finding a new job taehyung finally gets into the swing of things being on the land and is starting to enjoy himself hopefully not all good things come to an end (ponyo au!)

word count: 1.2k

warnings: unedited, language, cliff hanger:)

author’s note: this took forever to get up bc of tech troubles, it’s originally a filler chapter but not in a bad way just a calm before the storm type way, anywho I hope you all enjoy

Taehyung living amongst the two of you had gone better than originally planned, his job at the antique store was bringing him in enough money to help out. Within the two months he had been staying there he already fit in like the missing piece of a puzzle.

On Friday nights he found himself wedged in between you and Jungkook to continue the tradition you two set of watching a movie and eating takeout. Most of the time it was just the two of you trading off back and forth on Marvel movies. This week it was Jungkook’s pick of Iron Man 3.

Halfway through the movie Taehyung excused himself to the bathroom, it had been about 20 mins since he had left and you were starting to get curious as to what was taking him so long.

“Jungkook, can you go check on Tae? He’s been gone for a while now.” You asked him.

Jungkook whined. “In the middle of the movie?”

“This isn’t even the best Iron Man and you know it. Can you please just go check up on him?” Jungkook stalled, not moving.

“Fuck it. I’ll go see what’s going on.” You got up off the couch making your way to the bathroom. You stood outside the door, taking a small breath before knocking quietly.

“Tae? Are you okay?”

“Yeah” his voice came from the other side of the door. His deep voice sounded raspy like he had been crying.

“I’ll be out in a second.”

You lowered your voice before speaking. “Taehyung, if you need to talk Jungkook and I are right here.” The door slowly creaked open revealing Taehyung there, eyes red and cheeks tear stained.

“I am okay. I just needed a moment to myself.” He said, dropping his head down.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna talk about whatever it is that’s bothering you?”

“I” Taehyung paused. “I don’t want to burden you with my issues.”

“You’re never going to be a burden to me so spill.”

“Spill?” Taehyung questioned.

“Tell me what’s the matter.”

“I miss home. But I know I can’t go back. I miss the familiarity and comfort that comes with being there. I know this is all a part of change but it doesn’t fix the hurt I feel in my chest.”

You sighed. Everything Taehyung had said to you, you understood. When you first started college you spent many nights crying yourself to sleep from homesickness. Missing your room, in your parents house, your moms cooking. If you didn’t have Jungkook you really don’t know how you would’ve made it through first semester.

“I know things seem rough now. But you have my support and Jungkook’s too. Hopefully having people around the transition from home to here will be easier for you.” You said, resting your hand on Taehyung’s shoulder. He let out a breath of relief pulling you in for a tight hug.

“Now tell me how to wipe that frown off your face.” You said.

“Can we go to a drug store?”

“What like Walgreens or something?” You asked. Taehyung nodded. You checked the time, it was only 8:00 you both could make it to the drug store a few blocks before it closed.

“Sure let’s go.”

The walk to Walgreens took about 15 mins and during the stroll there you still didn’t quite know what Taehyung wanted. He looked at the sky as you two walked keeping his thoughts to himself. You had left Jungkook resting on the couch finishing the movie, you knew he wasn’t about to get up any time soon.

You entered the store. Taehyung stopped and looked around reading the signs. He took off in one direction as you followed behind him. What made Taehyung dart off in the store, you would soon find out.

Taehyung stood in the middle of the aisle looking around. You followed his line of sight to see he was staring at the section of hair dye.

“Why didn’t you say you wanted to dye your hair?” You asked him.

“Because I’m nervous. Last time I was on land there weren't things like this available. But the other day at the store some kids came in asking me about my hair and that’s how I find out more about these hair coloring products.”

“Well it’s a limited selection here so choose wisely.” You said. Taehyung reached and picked up a container of black hair dye.

“Is this any good?” He asked.

“It’s black hair dye. It’s manic panic. I think it’s okay. You know if you go black it’ll be hard to lift it back up in case you want to color it again.”

“That’s okay. I don’t want to stand out anymore. Black will work.” He made his way up to the front, you trailed behind him quietly as he paid for the hair dye.

You quietly made the trek back to the apartment. Taehyung happily swung the bag in his grip. You had a question on your mind but had been hesitant to ask him but you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Tae, what did you mean you didn’t want to stand out anymore?”

“I just don’t want to be noticed anymore. I want to blend in. I just .. I feel like I get weird looks at the antique store. It makes me nervous so I’d rather just try to look less like myself.” You were confused by what Taehyung exactly meant by his words. But prying might make him feel bad so you didn’t want to continue. You got him to smile and that was the goal.

You got to the apartment back in one piece. Jungkook was still on the couch this time watching Captain Marvel.

“Fair warning” you said rummaging through the kitchen drawers “we're gonna need new kitchen gloves.” You grabbed the yellow rubber gloves out of one of the drawers.

“Wait what are you talking about? That’s our like .. 5th set this month.” Jungkook whined.

“Okay and I’ll make sure to get another pair. Tae wants to dye his hair and I’m gonna make sure it looks nice. I would like to make sure our friend looks nice.” Jungkook sighed.

“If I have to let my fingers prune up because you forgot to get gloves I’m gonna eat all of the fancy cereal you like to eat.”

“Try me and I will pour every container of banana milk that’s in the fridge down the drain.” You said, you walked down the hallway to meet up with Taehyung in the bathroom.

Just as you finished putting the dye on Taehyung’s hair there was a knock at the door. You heard Jungkook let out a loud groan from the living room.

“How do you like it?” You asked him. Taehyung examined himself in the mirror, looking over the blue now stained black locks. His signature boxy smile appeared on his face.

“I love it. It’s me, in a strange way.”

“Taehyung, you have visitors.” Jungkook called. You and Taehyung exchanged a glance. You walked ahead of him still wearing the stained rubber gloves. In the living room stood two tall men with colorful hair. Their lines of sight passed you and you looked directly at Taehyung who stood behind you.

“Hello brother.” One of the men said with a grin.

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