Oops!
I’d been meaning to cut my own hair off for at least 6 months now (it grows stupid fast as far as I can tell) and I went with a tried and true method, but... somehow managed to take off WAY too much. The original intent was to have a wee ponytail, which usually means somewhere around shoulder length. What ended up happening was hair just below my jaw. Heh.
J helped level it off, since I can’t do shit with the back of my head even during the best of times. Neither of us knows how hair works. The words “I’m gonna have to do some layering” were enough to bring me near panic, as I have the world’s worst extra-fine textured mostly straight sad white girl hair there is. What’s done is done! Though I’m sure I’ll do some trimming as time goes on.
I did get a good laugh at him trying to photograph the back of my head to show me and saying “why doesn’t the photo look right AT ALL?” Dude, welcome to my world, my whole self seemingly can’t be photographed properly. (All these years I thought that was my imagination, which is why I generally do not do photos.)
I just cannot do long hair anymore, but I’m too stubborn/out of the loop to have my hair managed by professionals. After all, what the hell does it matter? It’s going under a bike helmet or hat, anyway.
Downside to short hair: I forgot that it makes all my grey hairs even more wild and whacky than they were.
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jabitha sleepy dialogue :) "this is like the fifth time you've yawned in two minutes."
also wtf do you mean, you're bored at disney??!
Tabitha downs another mug of coffee, despite the late hour. Sleep seems impossible tonight, her nerves weirdly on edge. About what, she’s unsure, but she’s anxious and she can’t sleep and she’s exhausted. Either way, coffee was always the solution.
A hand slips around her shoulder. She jumps, almost spilling her coffee on her nightgown. Jughead laughs at her. “Did I give you a scare?”
“You didn’t scare me,” Tabitha protests. “Just caught me off guard.” She cups the mug in two hands. “At least I saved my coffee.”
She stifles a yawn, but it comes out anyway. Jughead adopts a concerned look, which she thinks makes him look cute. “What is it?” she inquires through yet another yawn.
“How much coffee have you had?” he asks, leading her to the couch. Tabitha makes sure to bring her mug, taking a sip from it.
She shrugs. “Quite a bit. I’m just restless.” She can’t help the yawn that comes after.
His hands trail to her shoulders, and he cups her neck. “Okay. That’s fine. But we do have to sleep tonight. I don’t want you to be up in the late hours of the night.”
“I know, Jug, but even without the coffee I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep.” Tabitha covers one hand over her mouth to yawn. “I’m not even that tired.”
He scoffs. “Tabs, I love you, but that’s a lie. You just yawned for like the fifth time in 2 minutes, not even.”
“Jones, have you been counting my yawns?” she jokes, but she appreciates the gesture.
“Yes, I have been. I’m worried about you.” Jughead fumbles with the silk fabric of her nightgown. “Have you been sleeping properly these last few days?”
Normally, she wouldn’t just tell anyone her worries or heaviest weights, but Jughead is in front of her now, vulnerable emotion of concern read clear as day. And Tabitha can’t keep anything from him.
“No, I don’t think so. I’m stressed and anxious all the time but I don’t know about what. Sleep is impossible, and something is nagging at me all the time but I just don’t know what it is.” It all comes out in one long breath. She drinks another sip of coffee.
He nods, and looks at her eyes, and runs a hand down her hair. “Alright, we can work this out together. I promise.” Jughead grabs the mug from her hands and puts it on the table, ignoring her gasps of fear. “But first, you need to put the coffee down. It’s not doing you any good right now.”
With a teasing grumpy grumble, she glares at him. “Okay, you’re right. What’s next.”
“We sleep.” He stands up and picks her up with him. “You’re tired, I can tell. You need rest like right now.”
Tabitha can’t argue that. Now that she’s let it out she feels the exhaustion in her bones. “I’ll sleep. I swear.”
“Good. I’ll be right next to you all night if you need anything,” Jughead comforts.
Together, they walk into their bedroom. Tabitha gets into the right side of the bed first, then Jughead follows suit. His arms wrap around her, and the second they do, her eyes drift.
When she wakes up, she’ll say it’s one of the best sleeps she’s had in a while. But for now, she sleeps, leaning into Jughead’s free chest and letting dreams of their life fill her mind and calm her.
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