#as someone who dyes her hair ginger

[ashironie]

this is mostly me just setting down my hc for characters tbh, you obviously don’t have to draw it since it’s not even what you asked for

Completely unhinged about the magnus archives, please please tell me how the characters look in your headcanons so I can doodle them.

[bellaaae]

Haerin being softest for yn [87k views]

— Clip 1✰

After newjeans concert YN laid down on the couch in the green room. Falling asleep peacefully.

Haerin passed by YN when she was going to meet Danielle but stopped by YN and mumbled “cute” as she stared and adored the maknaes face.

She immediately brought out her phone from her pocket and took multiple pictures.

“She’s so cute” she cooed looking at the pictures she took. Putting a blanket over her.

— Clip 2✰

When newjeans were baking on new zine.

Haerin was between Danielle and YN making the dough for the cookies.

When Danielle asked. “Haerin-nie can you come help me with this icing?” Danielle asked struggling with the icing.

“Sorry Unnie but I’m busy with this dough” Haerin declined Danielle almost immediately.

“Ah okay I see” Danielle said smiling.

“Haerin Unnie can you come help me put the cookies in the oven?” YN asked holding up the tray where the cookies were placed. “Oh never mind your bu-“ she got cut off by the older girl who took the tray from her hand helping her to put it in the oven.

“Don’t worry about it YN-nie” Haerin smiled at the younger girl who smiled back brightly.

Meanwhile Danielle was in the back eyes widened as her mouth were in the shape of “O”.

— Clip 3✰

“Oh I’m so bored what do I do” YN pouts putting her hands under her mouth.

As she scrolls through her phone she found a picture of someone who dyed their hair.

Suddenly she got an idea.

Smirking cheekily she called Haerin into her live and brought out a ginger hair dye.

“Haerin Unnie you have to close your eyes” YN spoke hosing the dye behind her back.

Haerin didn’t even bother to ask why and just let her do whatever she wanted.

After a few minutes she felt her head being wet, then rinsed away with water and dried with a hair dryer.

Her eyebrows lifted in curiosity.

But after a few minutes YN removed the blind fold from her eyes. “Tada ~ ✨” she smiled brightly.

Haerin couldn’t help but crack a smile and admire herself in the mirror.

Normally when YN asked the rest of the members to dye their hair they always said no she’s a young child who knows nothing.

But Haerin didn’t even argue (maybe cuz YN blind folded her)

The fans couldn’t help but gush over haerin’s hair in the comment section.

Suddenly the managers calls YN and she panics ending the live immediately.

— Clip 4✰

Haerin habits of looking after YN.

During lives,interviews, variety shows, talking, eating, basically doing anything Haerin would always stare at YN adoring her as every word came out of her mouth making sure to not forget to brush every strand of hair away from her face.

Using her socks to rub the floor to check if it’s slippery to avoid YN falling down.

Always pointing out her light brown eyes.

— Clip 5✰

Yn was answering questions during a live.

“YN who do you think treats you the softest” she read out in English.

“What does it mean?” She asked confused but luckily a fan translated it for her in Korean.

“Ahhh I’d say Haerin-Unnie she’s always nice to me and treats me nicely and pampers me” YN spoke giving a thumbs up.

✰𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒

[volturissideslut]

May I request the Volturi guard with their so that colors her hair fun colors? I had blue streaks before, but I colored it purple this weekend! Please and thank you!

𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎 𝕲𝖚𝖆𝖗𝖉

As someone who used to dye her hair all the time, this sounds like such a fun ask

Alec often helps you, bleaching your hair and training himself to get the perfect base for you. He especially likes the lighter colours on you such as pastels, and is willing to go the extra mile to help you. He'll part your hair, style it, or dye it himself if that is what you want. Upkeeping it is basically quality time in his eyes where he's caring for you and your wants.

Jane matches a single lock of hair with you, one that is hidden from the eyes of many. In the back of her head and only visible when her hair is down, is a streak of whatever bold colour you have chosen to colour your head. She quite likes navy blue on you if she had to chose, but she is glad to always match with you in secret. Only you ever see it because only you ever see her hair down. To the rest of the world it is always up in that sleek bun of hers.

Felix had never hear of seen of suck bold colours on peoples head. Perhaps white hair or maybe certain gingers, but purple? Green? Even red? The man is astounded. I see him as being more indifferent towards your ever changing hair than anything. A simple nod or acknowledgement of it as being nice is all you get. He sees it as just one of your little quirks more than anything else, so if you're happy then he's happy too.

Demetri fangirls about how cool you are, especially if we're talking about a more grunge look. He's helping you with upkeep because he wants his mate to look good, in whichever aesthetic you chose. If it's not so much a grunge look as it is just randomly deciding you want pink hair one day he is all up for the surprise. He'll do a whole bit every time you change it, asking who this gorgeous person is and grinning in mischief as he says "my partner never has to know" to you.

[ventismacchiato]

i have a question to feed my fertile imagination... would yn be the type to dye their hair for different eras (like heeseung or yeonjun ,,), the type to have dyed their hair once and regretted it then never again, OR the type who wouldn't touch their hair. ever.

i've been imagining it bc it would be so damn funny if scara saw yn with pink hair for two months then he's casually walking through the sakura hallways and suddenly yn has their hair blue or something 😭

i was lowk waiting for someone to ask this cus i have been thinking about how idols always have different hair colors so thank u anon let me brainrot with u

u guys know that bts meme where jungkooks dye options r always different shades of brown and then there’s jimin who gets every color under the rainbow? personally i have black hair so the amount of BLEACH i would need to get bright pink hair good lord

i do think they’d give yn fun colors in early comebacks to get more attention and then never again

as for everyone else, i think childe would love to get his hair dyed but they don’t think he could pull anything off other than ginger so they give him highlights maybe. scara would always have black or dark purple hair, i imagine once they tricked him into getting his hair dyed blonde and he didn’t leave his dorms for a week. kazuha has a little red strip in his hair so i imagine they’d change that color out every comeback and just give him highlights. lumine, yoimiya, fischl, and aether are all blonde so i think they’d get their hair dyed frequently or at least the bottom half or smth. i def think fischl wud love getting her hair dyed. venti has the ends of his hair green so i think they’d switch that out every comeback. i can only see xiao getting highlights or keeping his hair black for most comebacks.

scara: *walking thru the halls and sees a pink glob in the distance*

scara: what the fuck-

yn: don’t. say. anything.

scara: …

scara: why do u look like that—

yn: I SAID DONT SAY ANYTHING

[quibbs126]

So I made more Cookie Run human designs, featuring the Cookies of Darkness

I originally started doing this months ago with White Lily, but I never got around to doing more until this week. I had drawn Pure Vanilla and Golden Cheese, but then I got really worried that my designs were wrong and I had taken too many liberties, so I shelved them for now and did these guys instead. In which I took far less liberties I think

Honestly I feel like Licorice was my best one. He was also the first I did, which might not bode well. I guess I ran out of juice too quickly

I’d argue that Matcha’s my worst, I really didn’t know what to do with her. Tragic since she’s like my favorite of the characters

I also don’t entirely know how her hair works, so I wasn’t sure how to draw it. In my head she has a really loose bun, and the bottom parts are her hair falling out of it. I also wasn’t sure what color to make her hair. Originally it was ginger, but then I considered changing it to dirty blonde, and after asking this was the result I got. Also her horns are supposed to be hair clips, not real

Red Velvet’s weird eye is supposed to be a glass eye. I couldn’t decide between bloodshot or glass eye, and when I asked I was told that the red could still work as a glass eye, so I reworked it to look “glassy”

I feel like I could have given Poison Mushroom at least some sort of hat. And as I’m typing, freckles. Maybe I’ll add those in later

Edit: I added the freckles

Also side note but it was frustrating not giving anyone something on their face, like a mole or beauty mark or just freckles. And it’s more frustrating because most characters don’t have freckles or anything like that. Might be an opportunity for liberties

I also really only wanted to draw the first 5, but I had another row left, so I filled it with Butter Roll, Affogato and Choco Werehound Brute. Dark Enchantress was going to be drawn but I couldn’t figure out her eyes

With Butter Roll I tried to convey that he has darker roots. Don’t know how good it looks though

Affogato’s white streaks are just supposed to be dye. He seems like the type to dye his hair, though I’m not sure if he’d dye it white. Purple maybe

Choco Werehound Brute I feel like I didn’t give enough facial hair. Also I swear I’ve seen a character who looks like him before. Like in some show or just a character someone made, he looks so familiar to me

But yeah, I think that’s about it for them. Don’t know who to draw next, the other Ancients and such are for another time, so just random characters. I actually think before I started drawing these guys I was considering the Juice Bar Regulars? And company, aka Alchemist and Cocoa. Maybe I’ll draw them next, who knows

[tiredfox64]

I absolutely LOVE your “You Have Freedom” fic!! We need more Havik appreciation—

Can you write about Havik w an S/O that changes her hair almost every other week?? Kinda like Ramona Flowers from Scott Pilgrim.

You’re that bestest ever💖🔊‼️

Chaos Chameleon

Yip notes: Ugh I need to redye my raccoon tails again. I think I need to buy a better dye cause the black part is the only lasting color 😭

Pairing: Havik x Afab reader

Warnings‼️: Don’t clutch your pearls due to dyed hair it’s 2024

It’s a mystery how you could afford so much hair dye and take good care of it to keep the color popping.

You are not the kind of girl who picks natural hair colors like black, brown, blonde, or ginger. No, you go for the colors that shock old people and make children want to be you. From the bright neon colors that are fit for a rave to the soft pastel colors that would have been perfect for a Tumblr post when pastel goth was popular. Why stick to one hair color when the universe has an abundance of colors for you to try out? It’s never too late to have fun with the body you were blessed with.

As much as you loved dying your hair and seeing how the color popped off in the sun, there was someone else who loved the sight of it as well. That someone would be Havik.

He knew you had a bit of a chaotic side when he first saw you with your hair split into two colors. You looked like sweet cotton candy with one side of your hair being a blush pink and the other side being a baby blue. Add in the fact that you had black strips in the front part of your hair to make raccoon tails, you caught his attention quickly. He was already showing you off to Darrius before he introduced himself to you.

“Darrius, have you ever seen an Earthrealmer this exotic? I had no clue they could be so colorful.”

“Well, if you like her so much why don’t you go introduce yourself?” Darrius said in a somewhat annoyed tone, finding Havik’s fascination with some hair to be a weird distraction.

However, Havik took his words seriously and jumped at the opportunity. You could kinda thank Darrius for meeting your boyfriend. If it weren’t for his sarcasm you wouldn’t have seen a large man with a mangled face and strange clothes running towards you. Sure, it was horrific at first but once he complimented your hair you realized he wasn’t all that bad.

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Gosh, Havik didn’t know there were so many different colors. And yet you manage to own a lot of them in bottles and containers.

He got used to the smell of hair dye and how it differed between colors and brands. There were a lot of Arctic Fox bottles scattered around while there were containers of Manic Panic stacked on shelves. All of them were opened and used at least once. They had to be considering you dye your hair often. You dye it almost every other week.

It was a shock to Havik. One week it’s like cotton candy on your head and the next week it’s lemons and limes. When he asked you why you changed it so quickly you replied,

“I’ve had it for two weeks, it’s time for a change.”

Sometimes it’s just one color, sometimes it’s split, multicolor, two-tone, ombre, the list never ends. He likes it when you hide one color under another, it’s like a surprise. One moment he thinks it’s just a silvery white but the second he runs his fingers through it, BAM, a plum purple color right under it. Get ready for your hair to get messy and possibly knotted because he will not stop playing with it.

You always clarify the specific color name too. Cause it could never be just blue. It’s always something specific when all he can identify is that it’s blue and sometimes it’s dark. He can sometimes identify aquamarine he just needs to think about the ocean.

If only you told Havik every time you dyed your hair. He’s irresponsible with time, he doesn’t realize when weeks have passed by unless he is waiting for something to happen. The second time you dyed your hair he had no idea it was you at first. That lemon and lime hair now turned into a fiery red that could only be compared to a ripe watermelon. When you went up to hug him he pushed you off of him.

“Get your hands off of me, woman!” He yelled.

“It’s me you idiot!” You yelled back.

“What!”

He stared at you for a few seconds, blinking rapidly before realizing it was you. No strange woman was trying to force themselves upon him.

“Oh…it’s nice.” He tried to fix his wrongs by giving a compliment. The head pat doesn’t fix it either.

Nonetheless, he still loves what you do to your hair. It’s crazy, it’s colorful, it’s a burst of your personality. He’s never witnessed a girl like you. You are a rare, colorful gem who can match his chaotic energy. So…why doesn’t he dye his hair?

Eventually, you would suggest doing his hair. It is quite long so there is lots of potential there. You even have a dark red that would match well with his attire. If that man can wear bones as clothes, it’s safe to say he could allow some dye in his hair. So you pleaded and begged, whined and nagged. Then finally he said,

“Give me a good color. Don’t you dare make it neon or that ugly pastel mess.”

“Aww, but you would look so cute with light pink hair.” You teased.

“…I love you, but I won’t hesitate to rip my head off and crush it just to prevent you from putting that stupid color on me.”

“Oh, you’re such a drama king. Come on, I’m gonna make you my masterpiece.”

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You were like a painter who couldn’t risk anything. Your masterpiece had to be perfect. One wrong move and you might have to switch up your idea.

IF ONLY HAVIK WOULD SIT STILL!

You didn’t do his whole head of hair like you usually did with yourself. Gotta take baby steps with this kind of stuff. You colored some strands of his hair with the front being special. You were going to do a raccoon tail since that was his favorite thing. He specifically pointed it out when you first met him. Plus, he has black hair so there is no need to use any dye for the black parts. Just use that dark red and go for it.

Havik never knew the process took so long. It would have been much longer if you decided to bleach the strands. That would have been a whole new struggle. You wanted to keep the color dark so it worked out. Still meant he had to sit still for a while and get sprayed with water to remove the excessive dye. Did you need to spray him directly in the face? No, but it was funny.

You were about to show Havik the end result but you hesitated.

“Wait,” you paused for a while, “I want to do the other side too.”

“Ugh! We have been at it all day!” Not really but it’s been two hours.

“I promise it will be worth it! I’m having fun with this, don’t kill my vibe!” You pushed him back in his chair before putting more dye in the bowl. Round two here we go.

Yeah, you wanted to dye the shaved side as well. You were gonna do a raccoon tail look for it. Havik had to sit there for another hour-long process, feeling your nails dig into his head to prevent him from moving and having the cold dye touch his scalp. Guess this shows how much Havik loves you. He’s willing to sit here and take it.

Time to splash him with water again. Don’t put the hair dryer on high you’re gonna remind him of when his face first melted off. BOOM! He is finished. You brought him over to your mirror so he could get a good look at himself. And…well…he loved it. It was different and unique. The raccoon tail was what caught his eye the most. He ran his fingers through his hair to see the red and black strands mixed together before separating. You knew he truly liked it once he picked you up and squeezed you tightly to his body. He nuzzled his face against yours to show his appreciation which you gladly accepted.

Just then Darrius walked in and immediately noticed something different about Havik. Havik was about to tell Darrius about what you did but he was interrupted by a question.

“Who is that woman? Where is your girlfriend?”

“THAT IS MY GIRLFRIEND! IT IS THE SAME GIRLFRIEND EVERY WEEK. I CAN NOT KEEP EXPLAINING TO YOU THAT SHE DYES HER HAIR!”

Darrius really needs to take his glasses off when he’s inside.

Yap notes: Can you tell which gear I like to put on him? I enjoyed doing this it helped my brain a little since the writer's block has been kicking my butt. Oh well, time to eat more Wing Stop. Adiós!

[jayjj7]

chapter 4. HELLOOO????

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the warm mattress and blankets wrap around you like a cocoon, protecting you from the cold air and the outside world. a low pitch buzzing begins to sound louder and louder as you realize it’s the alarm reminding you to get ready for the day. 8:30AM, you’re first class of the day is at 9AM and you need to get going. you slowly roll out of your pretective shell and feel the cool air hit you as you turn off the bothersome alarm. you groan as you head to the bathroom to get yourself going for the day, feeling the cold flooring under your feet.

you walk into the classroom and say thank you to the person who held it for you. but because you’re 3 minutes before the lesson is supposed to start, later than your usual arrival time of 10 minutes before the lesson begins, someone is in your regular everyday spot. there are no assigned seats so there’s no reason to ask them to move, so you begin looking around for an open seat. scanning heads trying to find a seat not too close to the front but not too far away, is harder than it seems considering how the back of everyone’s head looks the same making it hard to point out an open seat. you walk closer to the front of the class with no further choice until some ginger headed girl catches your eye and to your luck, there’s an open seat next to her.

“thank god” you whisper to yourself under your breath as you walk into the row she’s in.

thinking you’ll be a creep for just sitting, it seems like a good idea to speak up. after all the last thing you want to do is be rude and sit unannounced in her friends seat.

“hey, is it okay if i sit here?” you say in a higher pitch voice than usual, trying to sound friendly.

“oh yeah” the red haired girl smiles and moves her supplies closer to her as to give you space. a kind gesture that anyone would do but for some reason made you feel calmer.

as you sit down and open up your laptop, textbooks, notebook, and planner the professor arrives and sets up the powerpoint for the lesson. you reach in your bag for the pouch of stationary you usually have, only to be greeted with an empty bag.

“shit” you accidentally say out loud causing the girl next to you to look over in curiosity.

you pat your sides hoping a pen magically appears in your pocket. in a somewhat panic you search your bag again hoping you had overlooked and not felt your pouch but to no avail, you had forgotten your stationary pouch. you let out a sigh in frustration until the girl perks up.

“do you need a pen?” her voice is smooth as honey as it rings through your ears, though such a simple question anyone would ask, coming from her only just saved you from embarrassment and stress.

“yes could i borrow one please?” your previously tense body loosened up and hunched forward in relief. your eyebrows scrunched up pleading for a pen. the red haired girl reached into her pouch and pulled out a well taken care of black pen

“i have correction tape if you mess up” she slides the tape in between you two and also empties out her pouch.

“here, i have more stuff if you need to use it” she smiles slightly scrunching up her face as she quickly turns back to her laptop. in this moment you have a chance to inspect her facial features: plump lips, smooth skin, a birthmark on her prominent nose, straight eye brows, ginger dyed hair that will be in need of dyeing again in a couple of weeks, and once all put together equal an extremely. pretty. girl.

shit

she’s so pretty

[sepublic]

Expanding on my Irish Clawthorne reading; That just adds to the whole story and the colonialism aspect and how the Wittebanes are of British descent, and the British colonized the Irish while declaring them 'savages' and the like, sound familiar?

Big orange hair is such a thing for the family; Eda's hair can store objects in it, Lilith's was curly. And I dunno just; It's not just the angle of white folk colonizing America, it's also the Irish and we have Caleb learning to love Evelyn, whom people like to portray with orange hair. The consensus is that Dell, a ginger, is their direct descendant.

So there's also something to be said about Lilith as someone who was made to assimilate; In the Emperor's Coven, she was deliberately cut off from her family. She was 'taken in' by an older relative ashamed of his brother's fraternizing, who resented Lilith on multiple levels for her identity and for eventually scarring his face (in retaliation to manipulation and attempted murder).

Lilith was so blatantly abused in the Emperor's Coven, and there's a sick joke in how she wanted to be a historian, yet was made subordinate to Flora, who bastardized history on Belos' order, and also belittled Lilith. Lilith was constantly made to feel inferior and with how she was always more of a desk job than a field agent, unlike the coven heads, and it really feels like she was elected as a stunt, a prop to show off with; Look, see! Even a common wild witch like Lilith can rise to the top!

But Lilith still had to assimilate, she had to conform; People like her can still fit under the coven banner, so long as they fit the mold and cut away those 'ugly' bits. So she straightens and dyes her hair a dark blue, cuts it down. Lilith hides herself, even her own Palisman is forced to constantly stay in staff form; A reminder that nature can only be allowed to exist as a tool, nothing else!!! And that's also dark because the Clawthornes are palismen carvers.

So yeah, we have Lilith trying to engage with her past and heritage, yet being deliberately blinded from it, made to participate in her own ignorance and erasure. Forced to hide physical aspects of herself to blend in, mistreated as more of a prop to show how any wild witch can be 'tamed', to prove a point to Belos himself. His own sick victory against Evelyn; A trophy seized from the locals, separated from her family and trying to pull them in with her because that's the best Lilith can have, even as she belittles them and thinks she was improved herself.

Lilith obviously has personal agency and thus blame regarding the curse, and the finale's themes do assert that, as does Lilith’s effort to atone; But it was Belos' coven system that helped pit Lilith against her fellow witches and even family members, and estrange herself from them. Lilith WAS legitimately interested in magic, too... But because of the system, she cursed Eda.

And Lilith didn't use any old curse, she used one created by the Archivists, who came from another world to 'tame', that itself had reduced another wild, native creature to just a prop. That curse was used to dehumanize and delegitimize Eda's stance against the system. It reduced her connection to her bile magic, something also important to witches and Clawthornes, and especially Eda who loved and was great at it; And to mitigate the curse and take responsibility, Lilith also lost her bile magic.

But at the same time, she and Eda re-established contact with glyphs, thanks to Luz; And Lilith made the breakthrough of rediscovering glyph combos! So there's an ancient practice, older than even the Deadwardian Era she obsessed over, that Lilith found and brought back, for a time at least; But that will still apply once King's glyphs so in full-swing. And Lilith even got to visit the Deadwardian Era, scar her abuser after he scarred her and so many others, and come to a better understanding about her own ancestral past, something that continues with Lilith’s self-actualization as the historian she always wanted to be; So now she’s helping everyone better understand their past and origins!

Lilith and the Clawthornes as a whole are still cut off from knowing about Evelyn and Caleb, and they may never know; But at least they got back Hunter, whom Lilith was also pitted against in the Emperor's Coven, which really divided Caleb and Evelyn's descendants. And what tops it all off is Lilith having parallels to Philip, what with the Wittebanes and Clawthorne sisters; One more open-minded and outdoorsy, going against society, while the other is bookish and bitterly insecure and absorbs prejudice to feel better about themselves. Even their names are structured similarly!

They both wear blue coats and hurt a sibling they cared for but also resented... But Lilith grew beyond all that. She went above the hatred and jealousy. The system was more prevalent in her life, yet Lilith still chose to go against it, taking the chance to stop when it came and work for real happiness. She stopped needing to put down others to feel better about herself, Lilith made a friend with someone as strange as Hooty, who was once connected to the Titan and also forgot his past, but is now connected to Dell's old tower; Abandoned but given new life by Lilith's sister Eda. So the past is still lost to some extent and unrecognizable even, but it still lives on anyway.

Anyhow, Irish Lilith Clawthorne who is a victim of assimilation by British colonialism and that tried to erase her Irish features and make Lilith conform by cutting her off from her heritage and feeding her a bastardized, demonized version of her own past, while turning against her own people and culture and thinking herself superior for climbing up the ladder she left others at the base of; A promised justification of imperialism. But then Lilith breaks free from all of it and reconnects and re-embraces everything she lost, including her family and heritage, and just gets to be weird with other weirdoes like herself, so there's both blood and the covenant (not THAT type of coven tho).

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Vickie wasn't immune to being bullied. It happened to her all the time. Her teeth were weird. She talked too much. Why does she have to have so many freckles? One time, she went quiet for a month when someone told her to shut the hell up. Vickie knows how annoying she can be sometimes, and she always tries to real it in, but it was difficult when she found something she was passionate about. Then, there were times when she had thought that she had made friends until she overheard them in the library.

"God, she's so annoying!"

"Do you hear the way she talks?"

"She's so boring!"

"Well, she's a ginger. She's got no soul!"

Vickie had run all the way home and swore never to return to school. Crying and laying in bed, she didn't understand why anyone ever hated her because all she ever did was try to be nice to people. Does everyone think about her this way? She had gone down to the store not far from her house and bought a bottle of hair dye. Maybe they would like her if she wasn't a ginger. It didn't turn out well. Her mother had returned home and rectified the situation. She always knew how to make things better.

"What are you thinking about?" Robin said as they continued to make peanut butter sandwiches.

They had been volunteering at the same station for the last couple of weeks. Whatever happened with the earthquake seemed to slowly be getting better, but it was still pretty rough. Vickie refused to leave, though even though she had this feeling on the back of her neck, a couple of days after, like something bad was going to happen but then it was gone like it had fixed it self or something. It wasn't the first time she had those feelings.

"My mom. I was thinking about my mom," Vickie said softly. "When she was alive."

"Oh, I didn't know. I'm sorry," Robin said.

"It's alright. I mean, I miss her like crazy. Of course. I was just thinking about the time I tried to dye my hair blonde because I got it into my head that people would like me more. I had these friends or I thought they were my friends. Apparently, I talked too much, and my hair was too red," Vickie said. "It turned green for some reason. I was terribly embarrassed, and when my mom came home, she had to cut my hair. Then she sat me down and said: 'fuck them and what they think.' It shocked me because she doesn't curse a whole lot, not that she had anything against it. She said that there's always going to be people who are always going to comment on the way you live, and that's not on you to make them change how they see you but it is up to you how you see yourself. It's up to you and you alone what you like to see in the mirror."

"Wow," Robin said. "Your mom sounds amazing."

"She was the best," Vickie said proudly and paused. "She would have liked you."

"Yeah?" Robin asked.

"Yeah."

"My mom likes to bowl," Robin blurted out. "I don't know why I said that. I mean, it's true that she does. Although, she hasn't been bowling since she got pregnant with me. She raised me by herself, you know. Single mom. She didn't know who my father was, which didn't say anything about her except that I think she's the best and I never needed a father. She would like you too. What?"

"I like that you ramble," Vickie said.

"Yeah?"

"You know, I could use a break," Vickie said as she took off her gloves.

She started to walk away, and she paused before looking at her shoulder at Robin. Vickie grinned and shook her head, indicating she wanted Robin to follow her. She walked out of the cafeteria and moved far enough down the hallway before moving into an empty closet. She heard the sound of footsteps.

"Vickie?" Robin hissed.

Vickie giggled before opening the closet door and pulling Robin inside. She had apparently yanked her too hard, and she was now pressed up against Vickie. She placed her hands on Robin's hips to stop her from moving back. Vickie moved her face closer to Robin's.

"Life is short, you know," Vickie whispered. "I don't want to regret not doing something that I really wanted to do. You know?"

She brushed her lips against Robin's softly and tentatively. Robin froze for a moment, and Vickie thought she messed up, but then Robin started kissing her back. It was wonderful. Robin cupped her neck, her fingers moving into her hair as her lips moved against Vickie's. They both smiled into the kiss. Vickie wrapped her arms around Robin's neck as she deepened the kiss while Robin moved her arms around her waist to support her. A giddy, warm feeling rose up from her stomach to her chest, and she broke the kiss. They leaned their foreheads together, giggling.

"This is better than any dream that I had," Robin said, biting her lip.

"You dreamed about me?" Vickie asked.

"Yeah."

"I dreamed about you too," Vickie said, and she grinned. "Can I tell you something?"

"Yeah," Robin said.

"I own my own copy of Fast Times," Vickie said.

"Why did you rent it?" She asked.

"I was trying to let you know that I like women without being obvious," Vickie replied.

"Oh my god," Robin laughed. "Steve was right."

"You talk about me with Steve Harrington?" She asked.

"He's my best friend in the whole world," Robin said. "My platonic soulmate."

"That sounds nice. I don't think I've ever had a best friend. I mean, I have friends but. . .that sounds nice," Vickie said.

"It is," Robin said. "And the video thing. . .so cute."

"Really?" Vickie asked.

"You're so cute," Robin said.

Robin kissed her cheek, rapid firing a bunch of kisses against it, causing Vickie to giggle. She began moving her lips down until they were attached to Vickie's neck. Vickie squeaked when Robin started nibbling at her neck, but she pulled her back in when Robin tried to pull away.

"Robin?" A young boy's voice rang out.

Robin and Vickie sprang apart.

"Who's that?" Vickie asked.

"Dustin Henderson. He's one of the kids that Steve and I platonically adopted," Robin said with a sigh, and Vickie's eyes twinkled.

"She's probably in the bathroom," they heard Steve tell him.

"They're going to keep looking for me," Robin groaned.

She cupped Vickie's face and kissed her deeply. Robin pulled away and grabbed a box of gloves off the shelf. She burst out of the closet, right next to them and causing them both to scream. Vickie followed and laughed at the look on their faces.

"What were you doing in the closet, Robin?!" Dustin exclaimed. "You scared the shit out of me and Steve!"

"Looking for gloves," Robin said, shaking the box at him. "What do you want?"

"Oh, they cleared Eddie of all charges!!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Shit! Seriously?!" Robin exclaimed.

"Yeah!"

"Yeah, they arrested Jason Carver," Dustin replied.

"I always thought there was something off about that guy," Vickie muttered. "I mean, Jason, not Eddie."

"Who is this?" Dustin asked, realizing there was someone else there.

"Vickie Fisher," she said, greeted with a smile and holding out her hand. "I like your shirt."

"It's Weird Al," Dustin said, looking at her suspiciously.

"I love Weird Al!" She exclaimed.

"I like you. Robin, I like your friend," Dustin said. "You're automatically my friend now, too. You can come with us to tell Eddie the news."

Dustin took off ahead of them, and Steve pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh.

"He's adorable," Vickie laughed.

"His moms certainly think so," Robin said, and Steve sighed.

"His moms?" Vickie asked.

"Claudia, his real mom, and Steve," Robin said. "I am, of course, the dad."

"Of course, that makes sense," Vickie said seriously. "I always thought Steve looked like a mom."

"You know, Fisher, I was going to warn you about the hickey on your neck, but I think I changed my mind," Steve said.

Vickie giggled as she buttoned up the collar of her shirt to cover it. She looked at him seriously.

"By the way, I have nothing but honorable intentions with your platonic soulmate," Vickie said.

"That's good to know," Steve said in amusement.

"You were totally right about Phoebe Cates," Robin said.

"I already owned my own copy," Vickie said.

"So, why did you - oh, I see what you did. Nice," Steve said and high fived Vickie.

Robin rolled her eyes, but she was smiling.

"You really like me?" Vickie asked.

"Yeah, even if you do like Weird Al," Robin said teasingly and Vickie laughed.

"Oh my God, she would not stop talking about you. It was constant, nonstop," Steve rolled his eyes. "She even called you the girl of her dreams."

Vickie's eyes lit up as she gazed at Robin fondly. The smile dropped from her face as she realized something.

"Wait. . .Eddie's alive?!"

[mossi-dreams]

christmas wishes.

The chill of December air is bitter and biting, even as far down south as Georgia. It’s Christmas Eve, and the city was bustling. Even in the corner of downtown that was tucked away from the ‘prettier’ parts of the city. 

Just outside of the local homeless shelter, in what could only be considered a ‘back porch’ sort of area, a man sat on the back steps, an overgrown ginger buzz cut accompanied by a similarly overgrown beard. His eyes scanned about, cold, calculating, he was watching, waiting for something… or, someone. 

A few moments later, a figure appeared, bounding out from some back alley and narrowly avoided slipping on a patch of ice. A younger woman in her late 20’s with dirty blonde hair from a not-so-great dye job that was hastily tied back, her natural blonde roots peeking through a muddy brownish-blonde. She carried two packs of cigarettes and a weary smile. 

“Got lucky, these were the last two.” The woman commented as she tossed a pack to the man, who caught it wordlessly, his eyes trained on her as she walked up the steps and sat down beside him, opening her pack and pulling out two cigarettes and handing one to him. 

It was a tradition, she’d never allow him to even open his pack before she shared the first of hers. The man grunted, and pulled out a windproof lighter from his worn overcoat, lighting the cigarette between the woman’s lips before lighting his own, and stuffing the little silver lighter back into his pocket. A comfortable silence fell over the pair for a few minutes, the man staring blankly ahead while the woman was looking at the sky. 

“You think it’ll snow?” The woman asked finally. 

“Maybe, dunno.” The man replied, shaking his head as he blew out a plume of smoke, amplified by the steam of his breath in the cold air. 

“I hope it’ll snow. Would make for a nice Christmas.” She replied, and the man grunted. 

“Hard to imagine anything making for a ‘nice’ Christmas.” He added, and the woman snorted, rolling her eyes at him. 

“You are no fun sometimes.” She sighed, taking another long drag from her cigarette, then nudged him with her shoulder. “What are you wanting for Christmas, hm?” 

“Some peace and quiet.” 

“Oh-” 

She fell quiet, taking a long breath before blowing out the smoke into a thin stream in the air. The moment lasted maybe two, three seconds before he sighed. 

“Don’t mean you, obviously.” He corrected, and she cocked an eyebrow. 

“Like I don’t talk your ear off?” She questioned. 

“You do.” He shrugged. “But you’re tolerable.” 

The woman gasped, delighted. 

“You think I’m tolerable?” She couldn’t help the shit eating grin that was spreading on her face. The man shot her a glare. 

“Don’t push it, Salome.” He grumbled once more, then shook his head. The woman, Salome, snorted. 

“Aw c’mon, Jacob. That’s like, the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me!” She mused, nudging him once again, this time with her elbow. The man, Jacob, groaned, and rolled his eyes. 

“That’s pathetic, really.” He said, and she snorted again, but added no comment this time, only a shrug. 

Silence fell once more, hanging around a few minutes longer, but Salome seemed to hate silence, and she spoke again. 

“Hey Jacob?” 

The man sighed. 

“Yeah, Salome.” 

“Do you have any Christmas traditions?” She turned to look at him, propping her elbows on her knees. Jacob glanced at her, his expression unreadable before he glanced away, contemplative. It was quiet again before he replied. 

“...No.” He said, and stuck his cigarette in his mouth to hide the grimace that was spreading. Salome's brow furrowed, but she didn't push. She knew better than to do that. In her mind, it was easier to describe making any sort of progress with Jacob was similar to getting a stray cat to trust you. She was persistent nonetheless, she had been for months now, and so far it was working in her favor. 

After another long beat of silence, she broke it once more. 

“I make a Christmas wish.” She blurted, and he panned to look at her, raising an eyebrow. 

“A what?” 

“A Christmas wish!” She repeated with a smile as she looked at him. “Every Christmas Eve, I think real hard, and then make a wish for the coming year.” She said with an all-too-proud grin, and he huffed. 

“Why not make it on New Year’s Eve, like a normal person?” Any insult in his tone deflected off of her as Salome shrugged. 

“Because I hate New Year’s. It’s loud and stupid.” She said, then stared him down. “Don’t say it.” It’s a threat, and he let out something similar to a chortle, lifting his free hand in defense. After they both calmed, he grunted, as if he was about to regret asking. 

“What’d you wish for this year?” He asked, entertaining her ‘tradition’. Salome hummed, taking a long drag on her cigarette before sighing out the smoke. 

“I dunno yet.” She said, “I haven’t thought of anything good this year.” She shook her head, and ended up shivering as a cold breeze blew through. 

“That so?” Jacob hummed, “Do these things usually come true for you?” He glanced at her, and she shrugged. 

“I mean, most years yeah. Like, the year before last I wished to travel, and I ended up in plenty of new places. And last year, I wished for new friends, and here you are!” She grinned, and he scoffed, rolling his eyes. 

“I’m not your friend.” He grumbled, and it was her turn to scoff. 

“Like hell you aren’t!” She shifted on the porch step to face him better. “I might not be your friend, but you’re my friend. It’s a weird two way street.” She said

 “Besides, if we weren’t friends would you have given me this to wear?” Salome questioned as she tugged on the grey sweatshirt with big black letters that spelled ‘ARMY’ across the chest she was wearing beneath her coat. Jacob rolled his eyes. 

“I want that back at some point.” He said, and when she moved to start taking off her coat, he scoffed. “I didn’t mean right now, Jesus. Don't need you freezing your ass off.” 

“See? Friends.” Salome grinned as she tugged her outer coat back on, and he groaned, rolling his eyes, mumbling a ‘whatever’ beneath his breath. 

And for the millionth time, it fell silent once more. This time, the silence dragged on for much longer, Salome in deep thought while Jacob was more than happy to absorb the quiet outside the sounds of the city, and he, too, started to think a little. And with a sharp breath, he spoke.

“... I used to spend Christmases with my brothers… before we were separated, ‘course.” He said, finally, staring straight ahead as he said it. He figured he could give just a little, in the spirit of the season or whatever lame excuse she’d pin onto his sudden generosity when it came to sharing more about himself. Salome looked to him, and her expression softened some. 

“Do you miss them?” She asked, carefully, like she were treading on thin ice. Jacob hummed, and nodded, blowing out a cloud of smoke. 

“Yeah… I do.” He replied, voice hardly above a mumble. Salome thought for a moment, then nodded to herself. She thought for a good, long minute before an idea struck her, and she perked up.

“That’s it, then!” She said, “I know what I’ll wish for.” 

He looked at her, and frowned. “What are you talking about?” He questioned with the world's most unamused expression, and she grinned. 

“For my wish!” She practically chirped it out as she stamped out the last bit of her cigarette onto the concrete step. “This year, my wish is for you to get to see your brothers again in the coming year… if that's okay?” The last part came out a little more tentative than she desired, but it was too late to take it back.

Jacob nearly laughed, and finished off his own cigarette as he shook his head. 

“You’re crazy.” He sighed. “You’re not gonna wish on yourself?” Salome shook her head in turn. 

“Nah, guess I don’t need the wish that bad this year.” She shrugged. He paused for a minute, as if thinking her offer through before sighing once more, and rolling his eyes in pure defeat. 

“Sure, what the hell.” He conceded, and she smiled, reveling silently in this personal victory for herself. 

“Then it’s settled. I’ve made my wish for the year, and you are gonna see your brothers again.” She declared as she stood. Jacob merely sighed and rolled his eyes at her once again before standing, and following her inside and out of the cold.

And for the first time in a long time, Salome was really hoping this wish would come true, and not for her sake. 

She only found out the success of her wish two weeks into January, when she woke up, and Jacob was gone, and the only thing he left behind was a note written out on a piece of notebook paper, folded and tucked hastily into her pillow. And after some courage and a good bout of crying over seemingly losing her only friend in this place, she finally opened the note to read it. 

‘ Salome, 

Thanks for the wish. Came true quicker than you were probably expecting. They came to see me, and to get me out of here. Must be magic or something. 

Don’t worry about the sweatshirt, maybe if we see each other again some time, you can give it back then… just wash it between now and then, okay? 

Take care of yourself.

Jacob’

[thatawkwardmoth]

The ultimate challenge for Rachel Summers as a child: avoiding random women out in public who use her striking ginger hair as a conversation starter to flirt with her oblivious father. He's blind to the affection and the flirting, eager to tell them about the angry redhead a few feet away that Rachel inherited the hair from. She's like a blaring siren for random women who like single dads.

The second challenge for Rachel as child: Not rolling her eyes and proving people right when they make comments about her hair and her temper being linked. She fails this often. Jean does too. And Hope but she comes later. Third challenge: Hearing the multiple comments about Scott trying again for a son or wanting a son instead and playing cool. Usually, Scott is the one who snaps at them first. He's perfectly happy being a girl dad. A son isn't needed, this isn't the olden days. He and Jean wanted a girl, they got a girl. He's not mad and he's not going to let people make those comments in front of her. He's not 'devasted' or 'disappointed' because he got handed a baby in a pink blanket instead of blue. He was just happy her hair was the thing that was red and not her eyes.

The fourth challenge, but as an adult: Remembering that she loves her brother and raises him in the future. Sometimes she wants to strangle him or tell her future self to drop him a few times to deflate his giant fucking ego.

Fifth challenge: Not dying her hair on a regular basis so people stop confusing her for other people or comparing her to Jean Grey, not even her Jean Grey, or Hope. She looks like her dad for the most part. But she remembers how happy her mom was brushing out her hair and the conversations she'd heard between her parents multiple times. Her Jean loved her hair and loved having something that matched her daughter. Something they could bond over, the untamable curls. But, sometimes, the box of black hair dye seems like the right option.

Sixth challenge: Not commenting, child or adult, on the weird thing with Logan her parents have. She doesn't treat him like a father and is quick to remind him that her dad is Scott, not him, but she's not blatantly screaming that he's bordering on being a homewrecker when she's a child. As an adult, she just avoids it all together but talks shit to Alex telepathically.

Seventh Challenge: Learning to control her empathy when she was a literal baby and toddler. It sucked for her parents and it sucked for her. She hated daycare and she hated the school because of everyone's goddamned emotions. She was constantly feeling what they felt, becoming fussy or angry or giggly because of someone else and being confused about her own emotions.

(One: I love the symbolism between girlhood and hair, especially because Rachel having ginger hair comes with a lot of stereotypes and comments that come with it, from what I've seen and heard out in public or at work.

Two: Eighties style curly hair Jean is the only correct answer, get the fuck out of here with the straight hair bullshit!)

[podcast-queen]

alice dyer has the vibes of someone who dyes her hair these vivid bright colors. like lime green, turquoise, bubble gum pink, highlighter yellow, ruby red. but not frequent enough she’s coming in with a new color every week or two, she let’s it grow out a little. a couple inches of banding of her natural color which i like to think is a ginger color. her roots are showing and then suddenly boom new color.

anyways just thinking thoughts. ^ - ^

[calciumdeficientt]

Wade and Tom hcs pleaseeeee 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

I lov u wade i lov you tom. I actually have a whole post of tom hcs that you can check out here:

but i for sure have a few left in the tank!!!!!!1! Im gonna spritz some of my remaining tom ones, release my wade ones unto the world and then zoom in a little on their relationship >:D

TOM GURNEY AND WADE MARTIN HCS

TOM GURNEY

Skin picker. Big time skin picker. He just cant seem to help himself, its sort of a nervous tic. If he could just leave his fucking face alone for five minutes his acne would have cleared up a long time ago. Most of the marks on his face are actually just scars because he wont stop PICKING!!!!!

Saw the hobo get beamed up after the last fighting moves mission, i know this is pretty much canon atp but i think what would make it so much more batshit is if it had happened in BROAD DAYLIGHT. And no one other than tom gave a fuck. He comes out with all kinds of stupid conspiracy shit on the daily so no one even thinks to try and argue. They’re all like “yeeeah okay buddy whatever you say..”

Very emotionally mature, because of this he’s very painfully aware of all his shortcomings. He’s a good dude at heart but its aside pf him people never see. He’s pretty well renowned as the clique tapper, but honestly, he only talks so much because he doesnt wanna worry his friends by being all quiet and mysterious.

WADE MARTIN

MAAAAAAJOR little brother syndrome. He and Christy are only a year or so apart (possibly projecting bc that’s the gap between me and MY brother) but he gives me the vibe of a little kid who feels the need to show off because he’s younger. His general demeanour and outlook on the world tells me that he’s sort of crying out for attention and to some degree, help. He talks a lot about repeated suspensions, and the fact that no one seems to care about them anymore, and also the fact that he’s not doing all that well in his classes. He’s a kid that neeeds intervention, a firm shove in the right direction… and maybe some counselling. He’s practically jumping up and down on the spot yelling ‘LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT MEEE!’

More family hcs, but he and Christy only share their father. They have different mothers. Both women aren’t really in the picture beyond what the custody laws state they have to be. Christy’s mum left her with their dad when she was a baby, and Wade’s mum was his side piece. They divorced when Wade was 11. He hates both their guts for separating in what was a pretty tumultuous transition period in his life. If I’m getting my numbers right, 10-11 is the transition from elementary school to middle school. It was during this time that Wade started to struggle, he was a gifted student in his early years, and thus was left to his own devices. Because of that lack of support, his grades slipped and slipped and slipped, he just barely passed the entrance exam to get into Bullworth, and then started outright failing.

His hyper sexual voice lines are a way of deflecting away from how he really feels. Encouraged by his father, Wade feels he has to be this big, macho guy. He’s been brought up by his dad to believe high school is all about chasing tail and finding someone willing to have your kids straight out of the gate. In his head, Wade’s not about that at all. He wasn’t quite ready to be a man, he’d have liked a few more years of being a kid. Manhood is this big, scary, complex thing that he’s not ready for yet.. especially if its anything like Mr Martin tells him it is.

Takes great pride in his hair, but he does dye it. You can’t be a ginger bully, that’s like a spoon with holes in it or concrete scuba flippers. It doesnt work, its weird. It’s ugly. He and Trent do their hair together, he trusts Trent with it more than he trusts himself, the kid has been bleaching his own hair since he was 12, he’s a professional. And besides, he’s not gonna pay someone in a salon to dye it, what if he gets caught????

WADE AND TOM

They’re very close friends, I think wade was one of Tom’s first friends at Bullworth, back when he was this scrawny, quiet kid with a big ol birthmark over his eye. Wade had intended to beat the crap out of him to show him what was what, he looked weak and easy to snap. All brittle like a wafer cookie. Upon seeing his eye, Wade wrongfully assumed that someone has beat him to it, and knowing what a tumultuous home life could do to a kid, he invited Tom to come sit with them at lunch and he just… never left.

They really remind me of Troy and Abed from community dynamic-wise. One emotionally mature, but mildly childish dude (Tom) and one smarter than he appears meathead (Wade). Where they differ from Troy and Abed is instead of building blanket forts and acting out TV shows, they give swirlies and smoke cigarettes like they’re going out of fashion. “…” “…” “you wanna go do burnouts in the train yard dont you Wade” “Get OUUTA MY FRIGGIN BRAIN MAN! How’d you know that?!” “Lucky guess.”

Closer with each other than anyone else in the bullies clique. They lay on the roof after curfew and talk. For HOURS. They’ve been doing it for so long now that they’ve started smuggling sleeping bags and blankets up there so they can just sleep once they’re done. Wade likes that he can be open with his troubles about home., his many many troubles. Every day there’s a new home trouble. Tom talks about his fears about the secrecy at Bullworth and his theories, he feels like Wade is the only one that even bothers to TRY and see his point of view. Wade cries a lot during these little almost-therapy sessions. And Tom is right there with him, patting his back and wiping his tears. It’s cute.

Garage band duo. Tom is the drummer, Wade plays the three power chords he knows on his busted up hand-me-down Stratocaster that can barely plug into the amp anymore and really desperately needs new strings, and screams into the mic. It’s pretty hardcore, but it doesn’t actually sound all that bad. They work pretty well as a two piece and have played a total of four gigs, but its always been foe them anyway. They don’t wasn’t the gig money or the fame, they just wanna rock out.

[henrysglock]

Do you have any thoughts or head canons about Eleven?

I have so many thoughts and headcanons about her...I don't think I'll be able to recite them all aldkfjkladsf

She uses White Rain apple blossom shampoo and conditioner. Sugary scents are too overpowering, and she doesn't like to smell like Products, so she settles on fruit. She's also been known to use rose hip shampoo/conditioners too.

When she was in Hop's cabin in 1984, she got creative and invented a breakfast wafflewich (sausage patty and cheese between two eggos). It's become a staple, especially when she's feeling down about being bullied or missing Jim.

She loves to draw, even if she's not very good at it. Mike gets her into creative writing, though, and she starts inventing the wildest "there's no way something like this could happen" stories that are clearly based around things that did actually happen to her. The author's barely-concealed trauma.

Sometimes, right before bed, she radios Hop's cabin. Just in case.

It's very easy to get her to try new things. She might pull a face, but she'll go into it with full determination. This did not work out well in California, where she tried sushi for the first time. She stuck a whole chunk of wasabi in her mouth to prove a point and had to deal with The Consequences.

She's a dog person. At first, she liked little dogs best because they're easy to evade, but once she actually met a big dog, she begged Joyce to let her have one. Joyce said no, citing some dog named Chester that they had to give away in 1983. Something to do with Will. El doesn't blame Will, but she does vow to get a big, fluffy dog once she's an adult.

If given the chance, she would ask Max to dye her hair for her. I don't mean brown or ginger, either. I mean purple, blue, multi-color. And then she'd end up deciding she likes her natural hair best, meaning she spends years growing it back out because the dyed parts were so fried.

She likes to sing, but only when no one is around (except Max). As soon as someone opens the front door to come home, she stops like a startled animal. It gets better with time, but its one of those weird things she struggles to shake off.

She doesn't try to go to any of the Byers for help in school—she doesn't let Joyce see her grades, she doesn't ask Will or Jon for advice. <- She's afraid of looking weak or stupid, and of being a burden. She thinks she should be able to handle it all on her own.

She's a certified meatloaf hater. Brenner's damage to the world is truly irreparable.

She didn't like onions at first—or she thought she didn't, because the lab never used onions in their meals. She tries onion rings with Hopper and falls in love.

She loves watching figure skating. She thinks the girls and their dresses are so pretty. But after the incident at Rink-O-Mania, she's too averse to rinks to pursue it recreationally. She's always worried she's going to end up hitting someone with a skate, intentionally or not.

She got to go trick-or-treating in Lenora Hills, even though she's 14. Joyce convinced Jon to take her around, and she had a blast. She went as Princess Leia, partially because Mike infodumped to her about Leia.

She loves vanilla scented candles, but only in very small doses.

She loves Christmas lights on snowy houses, even if she doesn't quite understand the holiday. She asked Jim if he could drive her around so she could see them all once back in 1984, and it became something of a tradition.

She's ride-or-die for hot cocoa, but only the powdered stuff that comes in a tin. She eats the marshmallows separately.

She's jealous of anyone who plays an instrument. Like...so jealous.

When she first got out of the lab/stayed with Jim, she loved just watching the weather. It was so foreign and new that she could sit, enthralled, and watch an entire rainstorm pass through. Thunderstorms are her favorite, ever since Jim taught her how to count between lightning and thunder. <- She misses them in Cali

She's tried, half-heartedly, to play video games with Will. I say half-heartedly because she isn't very good at them (lack of practice), and she feels like she's holding Will back. She's fine just watching Will play, though.

When she eventually gets a mobile phone, she absolutely decks it out in charms and whatnot.

If things had gone differently in 1985, and she'd gone to HS with a happier Max, she would have worn stupidly bright clothes and entirely too many bangles. And Max would have loved every minute.

El would have LOVED tamagotchi. She'd name it Mr. Fibbly 2.

Her favorite flavor of pie is sweet-potato. Yes, it's different from pumpkin pie, and yes, she can tell the difference immediately.

She was taken out to Olive Garden once and thought it was fine dining. No one had the heart to correct her.

She doesn't like soda very much, but she's a big fan of juices.

She can power through a brick of cheese in one day if she's distracted enough.

Whew. Okay. I'm leaving it here for now.

[uh-oh-its-bird]

Old highschool tropes are outdated, when do we get the updated version?

- that one girl who inexplicably hates the cheerleaders and actively wishes for one of them to fall from the top of the pyramid and break her arm for no real reason

- that group of boys who sit at the back of the room and very loudly and graphically pretend to have gay sex

- the takis girls w the hoops and the long nails and their one gay guy friend who all loudly tell the teacher they're gonna run a strip club when they're older and if the teacher comes by they'll get free drinks from the bar

- that one weird kid who's definatley watching hentai in class and or reading bootleg yaoi off wattpad

- the kid who passes around a flash drive with bootleg minecraft downloaded on it to all the other kids so they can play RL craft in class on their computers (the teacher does not give a shit)

- the band kids and choir kids who appear to have some sort of blood feud going for them

- the 6th ""permanant"" substitute teacher of the year bc the school can't find an actual teacher to hire and all the subs eventually quit too. He's visibly checked out of the lessons and gives free reign to the children so long as no fires are set (nothing has been taught in this class since the first month of school and graduation is in 3 more months)

- the kid who comes to school with wet hair dye still in their hair and on their eyebrows, who then washes it out in the school bathrooms and stains the skins

- the kids who vape in the bathroom, causing the entire school to lose bathroom privileges (not to be confused with the kids who ripped the stall doors off the stalls, though they are equally at fault)

- the substitute who used to work in the government as security for notable politicians and has the type of personality that everyone actually believes it (she has that standing invitation to go to the students strip club for free drinks one day)

- the kid unfortunate enough to find a trash bag filled with used condoms in the bathroom

- the gay kids (they band together like rats)

- the kids with horrific home lives who casually drop genuinley just the worst thing you could possibly think could happen them, yeah whatever you're thinking is right, randomly at lunch as everyone else at the table goes "Wow that's wild" then keeps eating their shitty cafeteria pizza

- that other kid who always comes to school sleep deprived because they couldn't sleep over the noise of their dad and new step mom having incredibly loud sex (every day they draw closer to running away)

- the one red haired kid who gets ostracized for being a ginger (and also that time they threw a fully frozen juice box at someone and had to get an in school restraining order against them for assult)

- the "seizure kid" who got a seizure at the school dance once and instantly became famous for it

- The principle who published erotica and can not hold a single assembly without someone in the crowd screaming "I LOVED YOUR BOOK" and someone else screaming "WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE PART" back at them, so they scream "THE PART WITH THE BUTT STUFF" (she later quits only to be replaced with a principle referred to by students as "pedo mustache")

[dianaladrislovebot]

gone headcanons that have popped into my unhinged little brain, part 8

hello hello it’s been a while i was just reminded by a random anon that i haven’t done one of these in a hot minute so without further ado, here’s part 8 🫡

sam is always really warm, due to his powers. not hot enough to burn through things, but people treat him like a living heater, specifically astrid.

shit gets significantly hotter around him when he’s angry as well. he doesn’t realise it but he can subtly change the temperature around him w the heat from his hands and only really does it when he’s losing his temper

literally doesn’t sleep w blankets. ever. his blood runs warmer than the average person and it just gets too warm for him so he just raw dogs it, sometimes sheds his clothes too and just sleeps in boxers bc he physically cannot stand the heat

roger was the “nurse” once they relocated to the lake. dahra stayed in perdido to run through the hospital there and they needed one at the lake too so roger was nominated. it’s how he and edilio met. edilio went to get an injury looked at, met roger and practically fell over himself realising “oh my god i like boys”

both astrid and diana wear glasses. astrid just has regular reading glasses, but diana’s eyes are much worse. after years of refusing to wear them because “she looked dorky”, her parents just let her wear contacts, but said contacts ran out when the fayz started, and her eyes started deteriorating again. gaia inherited her terrible eyesight. post fayz, she finally caved and started wearing actual glasses.

diana likes to spout random pieces of information that makes no sense for her to know and nobody knows why (she likes to confuse people)

drake has odd (oppositional defiant disorder). he gives me the vibes of someone who doesn’t like being told what to do or being controlled to the point it makes him violent, which is above average for a normal reaction to those things.

astrid has the worst potty mouth in the fayz. everyone thinks she’d be more eloquent w her words but she’s really not. she’s incredibly vulgar. she just curses every second word. she wasn’t really taught to deal w her anger in a healthy way (or at all for that matter) so she just throws “fuck’s” and “shit’s” and “bitch’s” around when she’s mad.

after the fayz, quinn started experimenting w hair dye. i hc him as ginger (think like a browny auburny kind of colour) so after years of being teased for it he thought it’d be fun to try different colours. his personal favourite is a pastel blue ombré w his natural hair.