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changing of the seasons | tom holland.

[ tom x fem!reader au || warnings. fluff, swearing, angst, implications of sex, the reader drinking || wc. 5.2k (this is a bit of a long one LMAO) ] a/n. it’s currently 4:52 in the morning, so my apologies if this is so sloppy, but I’m writing it and heading straight to bed, praying there’s no major grammatical errors. Now, ik that uni doesn’t have frats or whatever, but it’s an au so idrc about accuracy ANYWAY, goodnight to all <3

W I N T E R

YOUR BREATH HITCHED AGAINST THE COLD AIR OF THE NIGHT, this cold of a day in London was not unusual, not welcomed, nor un-welcomed. You sort of loved the cold days, even if it rained so much that it was almost impossible to leave the house. It brings a sense of home to you and your roommate.

The same roommate who tried to join one of those sororities. But then chickened out last minute ‘Those girls are so fucking intimidating... I dunno how anyone does it!’ You laugh as you remember the day she came back to the dorm in shambles, only slightly tipsy. She really was the party type - but you had obligated to stay back at the dorm and watch Netflix or something, she found you coddled watching and reading. It wasn’t an unusual state for you at all, and you partied sometimes, Katie had mocked you previously, for acting as if you’re ‘Not like other girls.’ But you had to disagree, she was being ridiculous.

But that’s not where the story starts, ironically; the story starts at one of those terrible parties. Katie had dressed you in a nice pair of high waisted jeans and a tank top. You felt like you were wearing a little too less, which wasn’t a bad thing at all. You were just a little shy, so you slipped a jacket on top. In your defence: ‘Kate! It’s freezing outside!’

You were at a party where everyone knew you as the smartest kid in possibly the grade - you weren’t bullied or anything, but you weren’t popular either. Everyone knew you, and you knew them. You weren’t friends with them, but you weren’t not friends with them - you were the middle ground; the mediocre.

But in the whole time you were at this party, you managed to see the one person you didn’t like at all, and who didn’t like you.

Tom Holland was a stuck-up brat who didn’t know any better than to slack off in class, drink until so drunk he could barely speak properly, make comments about people that were anything but nice, and to make things even better, cheated on his girlfriend, and still, no matter how much he annoyed you, how much he despised you, how much the two of you tried to avoid each other... the two of you always managed to get in each other’s way.

You didn’t even knew how Tom Holland managed to slither his way into your life. But he did, and although the two of you disliked each other (although, it’s not a strong enough word), he always needed. your. help.

You saw it coming when he walked up to you at that stupid party, “What do you want, Thomas?” You questioned, your arms crossed over your jacket like they had been the whole night, a red solo cup sat in your hand.

“I need your help, passing another class.” He speaks and you can’t help but roll your eyes, you had a tutoring service, you knew what you were getting yourself into - but you didn’t think this one particular person would keep coming back for every test. There had to be something he was good at! How would he have gotten into uni if he weren’t?

You chuckled, “Is there seriously nothing you can do on your own?” You question him airing your thoughts.

You’re sat in a corner, and Tom is a charmer, so naturally, his hand leans onto the wall, keeping you in your place, he’s wearing a pair of jeans and a shirt that suggests he’ll be sleeping in it tonight after he’s blacked out on his own bed, “Look, princess,” He almost spits, “Help me out, it’s the least you can do for me, after all, you’re the one making the money.”

and although, ALTHOUGH, you hate Thomas Stanley Holland with almost every single bone in your body...

you can’t help but feel a flutter in your stomach when he calls you princess.

You look him in the eye, almost slightly flustered, biting your lip, “Fine, I’ll teach you, just come by my dorm tomorrow at four and we can get started.”

“I have practi-” You cut Tom’s words off with the knife of your tongue.

“I don’t care what you have, if you won’t pass, there won’t be any practice at all. So I’d keep your mouth shut.” Tom takes note of your poisonous tone, nodding before he leaves you be in the exact same spot he found you in.

That night you went home with Katie, she was sloshed and drunk and could throw up all over you at any moment, but you were so tired. You wanted to hold her hair back, you so truely did, but you tied it up and let her be, despite her saying it was okay and to get some rest - you really did feel bad, and she should’ve taken her own advice.

The next day you didn’t have any classes, so you were determined to cram as much alone time in before Kate or Tom came to the dorm room. So you pretty much just sat on your ass all day, typing away at your computer and laughing at stupid YouTube videos in a pair of bike shorts and a baggy white t-shirt. You could see the black bralette you were wearing underneath it, but you weren’t expecting anyone so you depending on your memory to know when to change your clothes. But you didn’t think fast enough as there was a knock on your door. You walked over, expecting it to be Kate coming back from class or from getting Coffee with her girlfriend, but there’s almost so much luck for the world, and apparently, you didn’t get any at all.

“Thomas!” You shriek as you open the door wide, the dorm room was not far from a mess, but messy enough to say, “Sorry about the mess,” You invite him into the dorm room, hastily putting the blankets and pillows back into their places.

Tom walks into the familiar room, one he had been in many times and not for harmless fun. But to get his grades up. But there was a lot of things that you didn’t know about Tom Holland, a frat boy who’s life depends on the money he just so happens to have passed down to him. But Tom wasn’t the disgusting piece of crap you thought him out to be at all. The cheating? It was a rumour made by his piece of shit girlfriend, who just needed an excuse to dump him to get with her side-piece. But he was paraded for it by his friends, so he went a long with it - knowing that what was happening was so disgustingly gross and out of line. Tom to you was a bad guy, but in reality. He would be one of the nicest people you could ever know. Partially because of you.

To make it even clearer, Tom WAS that kind of guy, he’d been sleeping with everyone in sight before he got his girlfriend, to try and prove to you that he could hold a relationship, to prove to you that he was a good guy. He stopped the comments, convinced his friends to stop the comments as well. He was trying to be better because of you.

Tom tried not to look at how good you looked in your shorts and t-shirt, but his eyes couldn’t help following every inch of your body. He was trying his best, he really was. But he had to force his eyes away.

Finally after tiding up the place, slightly, you stood up properly and spoke, “Shall we get started?”

“Yes, we should.” Tom’s voice rang as you broke him out of whatever trance he was in before. He knew full well that he didn’t like you, but he didn’t know if that was him trying to convince himself, or if it was actually true - anymore at least.

You were sat down with Tom at the desk you had brought from IKEA not too long ago, you had a monitor and PC that sat in front of the two of you as you both worked on Tom’s History assignment. There was a sudden stop between the work-flow when you saw that Tom hadn’t been paying attention.

You looked at him as he looked at you, “Tom, pay fucking attention or there’s no way you’re going to pass and as much as I dislike you, I want you to do good.”

Guess being a nice person kills, huh? You can’t truely hate Tom, because there’s some mindset of yours unable to stop caring about Tom and how he does in school, because you feel bad for him.

Tom rolls his eyes, “Fine... what were you saying?” He tries to pay attention to you but you look way too good to be able to focus, so his eyes just stay on you and your voice drowns out.

You look at Tom who’s still looking at you rather than doing the work, “Tom,” Your voice shakes him out, as you shake him, your hand on his shoulder.

You yourself, didn’t realise how close the two of you were, but as your breath was on Tom’s face, and Tom’s breath was on yours. His hand moved up your thigh - and you let it. He moved closer and closer, his lips finally meeting yours as you kissed him back, the two of you stood up as you’re still kissing the air getting hotter and hotter.

Tom lifts your shirt over your head before pulling away for a minute, “Are you sure you wants this?” He questions you.

“Tom, if you keep talking, I’m going to change my mind.” You say before pressing your lips to his once more.

He unclips your bralette, his warm lips on yours, the winter’s air was nothing compared to what was happening in dorm 4B at this moment, his kisses moving down your neck to your chest, and your soft moans echo in your bedroom, nothing was stopping the two of you.

⏤

YOU AND TOM lay there, completely breathless.

‘What the fuck just happened?’ You asked yourself in shambles before standing up and getting yourself dressed.

“You need to leave,” You tell Tom as he sits up.

He chuckles, “Why?” He smiles coyly.

You roll your eyes at Tom, slipping your white shirt back over your head. You sigh heavily as you look back at him once more, “Tom, I can’t even fathom what happened here, right now.”

“We had sex, Y/N, there’s not much to unpack here.” He speaks softly, “Look, I get that you hate me or whatever,” He stands as he puts his sweatpants and jersey back on, “But I’ve never hated you.”

He grabs his shoes and slides them back on, before grabbing his backpack and leaving you to your own thoughts. That was the first time you’d ever heard him say something like that. That he never hated you. You had just assumed he did because of the way he acted towards you. You fell back onto your bed.

You started to question your hatred for Tom, but you didn’t know how long it would take before your feelings would soon unpack, it was harder to do than expected. You thought it was black and white. But it’s a lot harder, way harder than you initially thought.

You heard the door open as Katie slammed the door behind her shut, checking in on you as her head popped into your room.

“Katie, I had sex with Tom Holland.” You spoke, almost afraid of the words that came out of your mouth.

S P R I N G

THE FLOWERS HAD STARTED TO BLOSSOM, you hadn’t talked to Tom since what happened in your room and you made every effort to ignore him or avoid him no matter how hard he tried.

What happened with him happened in January, it was now April. It had been four months, four months of just thinking. Debating with yourself and debating with your feelings. Tom didn’t make it easier to think about him either. He was trying to grab your attention so madly that it drove the two of you insane for each other.

Your phone didn’t stop pinging with text messages and emails and phone calls from the boy. It drove you mad.

You store at your phone for longer than a minute while drinks were happening for a little girls night that Katie had planned, “Stop staring at your phone, Y/N,” Katie’s girlfriend spoke.

“Sorry,” You apologised softly, as Ciera laughed.

“Don’t apologise,” She sighed, “What’s happening for you right now is complicated, you had hate sex and you’re scared of commitment to the person you had hate sex with when he’s more than ready to commit to something you’re not.”

You whacked Ciera over their arm, “OW!” She shrieks.

“Sorry Ciera, but I’m not afraid of commitment.” You tell them, “I’m just afraid of committing to Tom himself,”

Katie walks into the kitchen, three glasses in her hand, “He’s a good person, y’know,” Katie sits down the glasses in front of you and Ciera.

“It’s true,” Ciera speaks, “He’s not as bad as you say he is,”

You end up rolling your eyes at both of their words, “I know, but I’ve just always seen him in the worst light there is, rude to teachers, to people, at parties he gets blackout drunk - always coming to me when he needs help, tries to form a friendship, forgets all about it the next day and comes running back to me again, so sorry if I’m a little on the fence.” You tell your best friends.

Ciera rubs your arm, looking at Katie, “We’re gonna leave you to cool off and think alright, we’ll be at the bar about five minutes away, we’ll see you soon.” Ciera and Katie sigh leaving you to your thoughts.

You walk over to the couch and turn on the TV, sitting down you look at the glass of drink in your hand, placing it down on the coffee table. Your dorms windows were open so you just looked at the night sky through them, it wasn’t cold nor hot. A little warm - you wished you could forget about all of the shit that was happening at the moment. But Tom wouldn’t leave you alone, he texted you asking you how you were doing, trying to grab your attention. You had to admit it, it was kind of sweet of him to text you once a day and ask. To call you to try to ask. He left a voicemail everyday too, and they were filled with nice messages for you to listen to. Just him talking about his day.

You thought of what you had said earlier, being scared to commit to Tom. You sighed as your head turned back to the TV, you felt something in you that you hadn’t felt before. A sense of urgency. You slipped on a pair of shoes and made your way to Tom’s Frat house.

It wasn’t late, so you just banged on the door. Out came Harrison Osterfield, Tom Hollands best friend - not to mention the fact that you also helped him pass a couple of his classes, he was Tom’s best friend and a good guy. He made an effort to say ‘Hey Y/N!’ in the Quad or if he sees you on your way to class.

Why couldn’t you like Harrison? you asked yourself as he met your eyes.

“Hey Haz,” You smile.

Haz chuckled, “Hello, Y/N, what can I do for you today?”

“Do you by any chance know where Tom is?” You queried, “It’s kinda important? I dunno, but I have to talk to him.”

“Well, he’s upstairs in his room, third room on the right.” He said opening the large door a little more to let you inside.

You made your way into the large mansion (well, a really big house, but extra points for the spiral staircase in the middle of the house), the house looked different with nobody in it. There was lots of room to move around and you didn’t have to sit in one corner of the room. The floor was a pearled white marble, something you hadn’t actually seen before. You made your way up the large staircase and over to Tom’s room.

Before entering, you knocked on the door, when you walked in you saw something you didn’t want to see at all, “WHAT THE FUCK, TOM?” You almost screamed, as he looked up at you, fear in his eyes - he was obviously in bed with some blonde bitch.

“Y/N WAIT,” he hurries to put his pants on before running after you.

“NO TOM, I’M NOT WAITING FOR YOU, I CAME HERE TO BE MORE LIKE YOU’VE WANTED FOR THE PAST THREE MONTHS AND YOU’RE IN BED WITH SOMEONE ELSE, I WAS READY TO FACE MY FEARS AND JUMP INTO THE DEEP END.” You felt like you were on the verge of tears. He had done all this waiting for you, so you felt like you owe him some time, time to talk to explain himself, but it didn’t feel worth it.

Tom’s face goes red, “I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU, Y/N, SO DESPERATELY AND THE ONE TIME I ASK YOU TO WAIT YOU SAY NO-”

“YOU WERE IN BED WITH SOMEONE ELSE, THOMAS,” You groan frustrated, calming yourself down, “I was afraid to commit to you, Tom. I always saw you as some shitty person, but after seeing you wait for me taking your time. I’m still not ready but I thought, ‘Hey! that’s the beauty of something scary, you never know!’” you quote your thoughts, “BUT I GUESS I WAS RIGHT.”

You made your way out the door as Tom grabbed your arm, “Y/N,” His eyes looked into yours, they were clearly sorry - but you couldn’t buy it anymore, “I’m sorry.”

You knew he was, you could hear it in the voice crack, the tears that were now running down his face. He sniffled as he held your arm, knowing that he fucked up. Although you wanted to wait, you knew you should’ve made a move sooner. You had so much time and even going into the frat house today, you didn’t even know but you knew you’d never be ready for something like this without going into it head on.

Tom fucked up by not waiting when he told you was.

Although the two of you weren’t dating, it still hurt like a knife to the chest.

“Fucking, bullshit Tom.” You said it. Immediately regretting it when it came out of your mouth.

You stormed out of the house, Tom’s hot hand leaving your skin.

S U M M E R

YOU, KATIE AND CIERA are on the beach, you’d actually flown to another country to do so, Greece was lovely this time of year.

You store into the clear blue waters as Katie and Ciera swam their lives away staying next to each other. To say the least, you were quite jealous of them. Not just because any chance at a relationship with Tom had flown out the window. You were shattered at the thought. The girls thought a nice getaway would do you good, better than Tom could ever. But they were wrong.

Now that you and Tom weren’t going to be together, you wanted him more than you could’ve wanted him before. You stood up, your toes in the sand as you called out to your friends.

“Guys! I’m gonna go for a little walk around, I’ll catch you guys back here in a little bit,” They both nodded, not giving a second thought before you walked away. This was more of an excuse to get away together and have you be the third wheel.

You walked through the streets looking around at boutiques and stores that line the streets. You walked into a few and ran your hand over the racks. You didn’t buy anything. But the thought was nice, as you walked however, you saw a familiar face standing in an Ice-Cream shop.

“Haz?” You asked as he turned to you with a smile.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you, “Hey, Y/N!”

After you and Tom had the argument, you had been avoiding Tom at all costs, you hadn’t however been ignoring the other guys, and the other guys told Tom how you were doing. You would smile and talked to his friends and the second he should show up, you leave Tom in the dust and in the dark.

“So who are you here with?” You questioned Haz.

His smile falters but he catches it, “Just the boys, you know, Tuwaine, Harrison...” he trails off for a moment, “Tom.”

You sigh, “Well, I hope you guys are having a good time, I better get going, Katie and Ciera are waiting at the Hotel for me.”

Harrison groans playfully, “How about you text your friends and come hang out with us?” He smiles, charming.

“What about Tom?” You questioned.

Harrison sighs looking at you softly, “You and Tom need to talk, wether it’s under the influence, or wether it’s sober. You and him need to talk - he’s completely crushed. He has been for four months, you guys haven’t talked in four months, even before that you barely talked.”

“Look, Haz, Tom and I slept together and he pined for me and then I got him in bed with some blonde bitch and the rest is now.” You glared at Haz for even trying, but he was right - the two of you needed to talk. It wasn’t debatable anymore, you let out a heavy sigh, “But, I’ll go, you’re right.”

“Okay,” Harrison smiles, “If you want Ciera and Katie to come, they can.”

“Trust me, they’re probably very busy.” You laugh and wink as he leads you back to where the boys were partying for the night. It came quicker than it left, one minute you were on the beach, the next it was dark and you were at a bon fire, where there were only five partygoers, you and four boys.

“HARRY!!!” you hear three voices chime loudly, as you walk out Haz those cheers stop.

“H-Hey, Y/N,” Tom speaks nervously.

“Hey Tom.”

A few moments later, is what it feels like, after you’ve drunk a few drinks, you’re laughing with Tom, smiling with Tom, getting feely with. Tom. You were telling so many stories about your life during uni, during high-school and embarrassing ones at that. They traded theirs and you traded yours. It was turning out to be a fun time, and then Haz, Harrison and Tuwaine all turned in. You watched as the fire burnt in front of you and Tom, the yellow and orange flame.

You weren’t totally sloshed and neither was Tom, maybe just a little tipsy, a little more relaxed, “Tom, I’m sorry,” You spoke, “What happened between us all those nights ago - It just really hurt, Tom.”

“I can’t keep telling you how sorry I am, I fucked up,” He sighs.

You sigh, “We both fucked up, Tom. I should’ve told you how I was feeling and I shouldn’t have made you wait for me.”

“And I shouldn’t have fucked someone else,”

“You had every right to-”

“NO I DIDN’T.” He raises his voice, “I shouldn’t have slept with someone else, because I am so in love with you.”

You couldn’t believe what he had told you, “Tom I-”

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to, I just- I needed you to know,” He stands, walking away before you can say anything else.

A U T U M N

ALTHOUGH YOU KNEW HOW TOM FELT ABOUT YOU, you still decided to hangout with him, be friends. Figure out what you wanted to do about it. Do about your feelings for him. You felt like you were leading him on but every time you asked him about it, he assured you differently. He was okay with being friends, but you’ll always know he’ll want more.

You and Tom walked through campus, the leaves that blossomed now orange and yellow, falling from the sky - crunching under your feet, a warm cup of hot chocolate in your hands. You had a warm navy winter coat over your figure. Tom linked his arm with yours.

“I’ve got class,” He feels his phone vibrate in his pocket with a reminder telling him about his class.

You smile pulling him closer, “I’ll see you later then,” He hugs you and you tighten it, not wanting to let go of him, but reluctantly doing so. You watch as he walks away, Katie walking up behind you with her own cup of Coffee.

“Where’s he going?” Katie asks you and you look over at her.

“Class.” The word comes out of your mouth, almost as if you’re sad to watch him walk away. That’s because you were sad to watch him walk away.

Katie chuckles, “Let’s get back to the dorm, Ciera bought donuts!” She jumps, excited to go back.

“What kind?” You question your best friend.

She freezes, “Well she’s my girlfriend so,”

“That means that she was clearly thinking of you, so I take it they bought-”

“Jam!” Katie smiles, as the two of you walk, she skips.

This is what you wanted with Tom. You wanted him to buy you donuts and for you to get excited when he doesn’t even ask what type you want - you wanted him to just surprise you with the smallest things. Remember the smallest details. But you had missed it all, every morning, Tom brought you a coffee as the two of you headed to the only class the two of you had together, that he hadn’t asked you for your order at all, or your birthday earlier that month, he brought you your favourite soft drink, even though he hadn’t asked you what it was. Not to mention he wrapped your gift in your favourite colour. But you were so blindsided to all of that. You weren’t seeing it at all.

You got back to your dorm and left Katie and Ciera to watch TV on the couch when you headed into your room. You sat on your bed, as you looked at the shelf that sat across from it, Tom’s present sat perfectly on it. It wasn’t much, it was just a Viynl of your favourite TV Character, he had told you he wanted to get you something else - but they didn’t have it in stock anywhere. To which you assured him it was okay. You sighed at you just looked at it; store at it. Almost a minute had passed - what seemed like the longest minute of your life. So many thoughts had travelled through your head. So many questions.

All of them unanswered.

All, except for one. This question had been everything since the night you and Tom slept together for the first and only time, but looking at the present. Thinking about the late night studies or when the two of you recently developed the stupid habit of meeting in the library when the two of you couldn’t sleep, or just going on walks around the campus - laughing with each other. You were so afraid. But you were stupid for being so afriad. Tom had been a better friend than anyone could have ever been (except for Katie and Ciera of course), you and Tom had a connection that was irreplaceable. Somewhat unbreakable. It’s hard to think that you hated him. hard to think that you found him unbearable. But it was also hard to think that you could avoid him. Ignore him. Stop being friends with him.

But you just ended up together in the end anyway.

So what was the point? What was the point running from something that was always going to catch upto you anyway?

⏤

NIGHT FELL ON THE CAMPUS, you weren’t exactly sure what you were doing but it felt like the night you caught Tom in bed with that girl all over again. But this time you knew you wouldn’t. Because Tom assured you he wouldn’t. Not till you told him no. So you took his absolute word for it.

You looked at the large doors of the Frat House that sat in front of you, knocking violently, waiting for someone to open the door - It was Haz, and although you didn’t say anything. He knew what you were going to do. So he shut the door, and you took a step back composing yourself, readying yourself for what you were about to do and you could never be truely ready, but you had to trust your gut on this one.

You weren’t on the doorstep anymore, you were on the ground, in front of the stairs that lead to the House as Tom walked outside. You weren’t wearing anything special. You were wearing your bike shorts and a white shirt. You were wearing white runners and ankle-high socks. Your hair the same as it always was. You looked at the boy and his curls with a smile.

He knew what was coming - but he let you speak, “Tom, for a long time. I was scared. So fucking scared that I pushed you away. If I’m going to be completely one-hundred percent honest with you, I’ve had feelings for you from the start. But I let my thoughts get the better of me. I let myself think you were some douchebag, when in reality - you’re the exact opposite. You’re the kindest, sweetest, most caring person in the world. God, this is so cliché.” You chuckles as he laughs along with you, however, you start to tear up a little, overcome with emotions, “I always thought I was incapable of finding someone to love, someone who would love me the same way that Ciera and Katie love each other or the same way that Patrick Verona and Julia Stiles love each other.”

Tom smiles at the last reference - you had forced him to watch 10 Things I Hate About You on one of those lonely nights the two of you spent unable to sleep and you told him you cried so much at the movie - he assured you he wouldn’t. But he failed.

“Look Tom, what I’m trying to say is that-” You stop yourself for a moment. It takes everything in your body to finally spit it out. Say what you’ve been wanting to say and when you do. It feels so good.

“I... Love.. You.” You said it.

Tom bolts over to you, pressing his lips to yours it’s more desperate and hungry something that reminded you of the first night the two of you kissed. But it was just as magical, just like every single kiss to come, just like every single peck on the cheek. Every single laugh. Every single smile, hug, handhold. Every single night where the two of you will just lay next to each other. The movie nights, the dates.

All of it.

Because every single time it does. Every single time any of those happens.

You somehow manage to fall in love with him all over again.

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memcaked · 4 years ago

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Source: Subarashiki kono Sekai | The World Ends With You

Relationships: minor Minamimoto Sho & Hanekoma Sanae

Characters: Minamimoto Sho, Kiryu “Joshua” Yoshiya, Kariya Koki, Hanekoma Sanae, Yashiro Uzuki, Sakuraba Neku

Additional tags: taboo noise, multiple POVs, experimental structure, Beta Read, TWEWYTOBER, TWEWYTOBER 2020

Summary:

1a. When Minamimoto draws the sigil for the first time, his head crunches the measurements and ratios in split seconds.

1b. When Joshua sees the black ‘roo for the first time, he couldn’t name what Noise it was meant to be.

1c. When Kariya sees the sigil for the first time, the diagrams in the reports flash through his head.

Beginning notes: Addendum: this was written and uploaded on the day of October 4th, 2020. notes from the original upload have been edited to reflect that this fic isn’t hosted on AO3 anymore. "i'll probably skip this twewytober because i really need to catch up on sleep," i said. "if i do it'll probably be very simple since i dont have any ideas for today's prompt," i said.

this actually got typed out really fast compared to previous twewytobers and i know the length had something to do with it but i estimate i did all of kariya's lines in less than ten minutes

thanking will @makosinnergy for reading this to test out what i was trying to do. thanks mate mwah mwah

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1a. When Minamimoto draws the sigil for the first time, his head crunches the measurements and ratios in split seconds.

1b. When Joshua sees the black ‘roo for the first time, he couldn’t name what Noise it was meant to be.

1c. When Kariya sees the sigil for the first time, the diagrams in the reports flash through his head.

2a. His bullets had nothing against that Composer, stopped like he’s the second coming of Neo, and pumped a load in his right arm (it still burns there).

2b. Him and Neku were meant to be at Molco, but Joshua wants Sanae here.

2c. He was annoying Uzuki by being profoundly, proudly tone deaf on but I’m just a poor boy, nobody loves me, while hunting the GM.

3a. He thought Angels were a simple mathematical impossibility until he discovered that one iteration of Angel wanted to teach him Taboo.

3b. Is Shibuya so far gone that this corrupt cesspool is breeding supernoise? Megumi and Sanae would be proven wrong by this bullshit.

3c. He knows the archived reports; this one report from the sixties where the conductor vanished a week after it was drawn.

4a. When Minamimoto corrects his congruences and shows his work, he has proof solid enough to factorize the Composer into his lesser roots, simplified for the picking.

4b. It’s going to hell; this city needs to be killed dead, atomic bomb it, pumped full of lead, hit with a comet.

4c. First he goes off the radar, then his new art is a coup plot?

5a. “Soon… soon I’ll have my desired solution.”

5b. But for the time being it does seem like a chance to aggravate Neku over the sickly sweet partner sap.

5c. His voice’s deadly stern and monotone when he orders her, “Uzuki. Get on horn with HQ, now.”

End notes: something i've been noticing is when i write these twewytobers i always end up studying something for it. 1 was watching hair tutorials since it was about Eri doing Neku's hair, 2 was the japanese school system for some details Beat mentions even if they weren't really necessary, 3 was history of lolita and the current state of the Harajuku fashion scene when it was still going strong in 2007, and there isn't even a Harajuku in 3. this one was reaganomics??? i can't remember why. nothing about money or the economy comes up here at all. still can only really tell you as much as i knew what reaganomics was about before i started this compared to when i posted this

#twewy #the world ends with you #joshua kiryu #sho minamimoto #koki kariya #twewytober 2020 #writing #fanworks #04/10/2020

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l-s-kennedy · 5 years ago

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Two Years, Redfield.

(I've uploaded this onto my Watpad: DolceCos. This is the first fic I've finished in a long time. Enjoy!!)

"I'm in love with you..." Chris said, shortly after most of the combined team had exited the room. The only one to hear it, and the one the older Redfield had said it to, was Leon Kennedy; who stood there, files on the new mission in hand and frozen in his tracks. The blond looked at the older BSAA agent with wide eyes. His mind stuck between the urgency of the mission and what Chris Redfield had just said to him. As his mind tried to wrap itself around the situation, Leons mouth moved on it's own accord.

"Uh... Cool." Leon said, still dumbfounded. But before either of them could add to the conversation, a BSAA agent came back to the room.

"Sirs? Is everything alright?" He questioned. Chris turned to the man and gave a nod.

"Yes, we're on our way now." He said in his 'captain voice'.

They prepared for their mission, and were quickly on a plane headed for Umbrellas most recent facility, where some inside sources had informed the BSAA of some new BOW's. The D.S.O. had been called due to their history with the strains origin, Las Plagas. It's like Spain and New York all over again, Leon thought. He glanced at Chris who wore a serious expression as he went over the layout of the facility, doing his best to remember all the nooks and crannies for when things went south. Operations like this had a reputation for going off script, often horribly so. The two had worked together a few times, the frequency increasing over the years. Missions were the longest interactions they had with each other, they never really talked much in casual settings, and were rarely ever by themselves without Claire or Jill hanging around. in that time Leon had grown fond of doing what he could to get under the older Redfields skin, and had settled with casual flirting... however somewhere in the past two and a half years he'd crossed the line between casual and serious attempts. He'd been watching Chris with earnest intent, and it was such a shame everything he said made him sound like an asshole, he couldn't turn down his sass even if he tried.

The mission went about as well as one would think when infiltrating a giant testing lab crawling with infected test subjects. The casualties never got any easier to deal with, Leon could see how much Chris was struggling with this, he'd tried so hard to get all of his team out, and only about half of them made it. Leon sighed and went up to Chris.

"Hey, Redfield" He called out to the elder. Chris turned to him, looking like he needed about 3 years of sleep, which didn't sound like a bad idea.

"Kennedy." He replied. Leon sucked on his teeth for a brief moment before giving the man a light pat on the shoulder.

"Don't blame yourself... We did our best" He said. Comforting people wasn't Leon's strength, it always came out dry and awkward. Chris let out a heavy sigh and gave Leon a nod in response.

"Thanks..." he said solemnly his eyes looking slightly wet and pained. Chris walked off with Jill, who had been waiting for him, she patted his back and he gave her a smile. Leon felt his chest tighten slightly, a mix of jealousy and anger rose within him. He swallowed it down and went to the parking garage.

Leon rode his motorcycle back to his apartment, which was small and slightly barren of personal touch, save for a few band posters on the walls and a music system which seemed to be the most used item in the living room, you don't need much when there was always a chance you were going to die within a week or two after the next phone call you received. He sat on his couch quietly, still smelling of sweat, blood, and gunpowder. He couldn't stop thinking of what Chris had said to him before they'd left, which seemed like forever ago, but realistically was only about three days maximum.

"I'm in love with you" Leon repeated in a whisper. He dropped his head into his hands defeatedly.

"I can't believe I said 'Cool'... I'm an idiot" He sighed heavily. He groaned and leaned back into his couch, the sound of leather sliding on leather was uncomfortable, causing Leon to give another, mostly annoyed groan. After a good 7 minutes of just moping, he stood and headed to the bathroom for a shower, dropping his clothes wherever they wanted to land as he walked.

As he showered he debated with himself about contacting Chris, he had his number, it was given to him by Claire for emergencies. Was this an emergency? Leaving their short conversation the way it was didn't sit right with Leon, and he could rationalize that it could interfere with their work relationship, which would interfere with their teamwork, which would interfere with their future missions... so, yes? Leon sighed heavily as he dried his hair, glancing at his jeans which peeked through the slightly ajar door. His cellphone was in his left back pocket, Chris' number was the third one in his contacts list, right above Claire, it would be so easy. Yet he hesitated, even as he was picking up his jeans with the towel around his waist. He set the phone down on the bathroom counter with a small grumble. Frustrated with himself, he snatched the phone back up and sent Chris a text.

[Come over] with Leons address right under it. Leon set his phone down and went to his room to get dressed for a night in.

Chris had just arrived home, the cab that took him had barely left his road when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He unlocked his door and looked at the number with curiosity.

"Not sure I know that one" He muttered to himself as he closed and locked the door behind him. Claire was staying at the office tonight to finish up some of her own work for TerraSave, so Chris had the house to himself. He placed his things on the floor and counter respectively as he opened the text from the unknown number.

[Come over] it read, with an address under it. Chris narrowed his eyes, getting a suspicious feeling. He texted the number back thinking that the best case scenario is that it was spam. Worst case scenario, some other corrupted S.O.B. was targeting him and was trying to lure him to his death in the least efficient way possible. He stood in his kitchen in the dark, waiting for a response. When he got one it read:

[Leon, Claire gave me your number for emergencies.] Chris raised his eyebrows, a small, hazy memory came back to him of Claire mentioning that she'd share his new number with her office and some friends.

"Oh..." Chris said out loud. He took a step further into his kitchen as he began to type a response.

[On my way.] He spent enough time at his home to change his clothes before getting in his Jeep and leaving once again.

It took Chris a little longer than expected to arrive at the address, having gotten lost and needing to stop for gas on the way. When he finally got there it was almost five in the morning. Chris sat in the parking lot, and leaned back in his seat, exhaustion finally beginning to set in. He sighed heavily, questioning why he even came, whatever Leon needed to say could have been done by a phone call... right? Unless it was a dangerous level of serious, but if that was the case, wouldn't Leon just meet him at the BSAA? It was secure and safe. Chris rubbed his face, getting out of his Jeep and locking it as he walked up the stairs.

"Apartment 4B" He mumbled, looking at the numbers on the door. 4B was the only apartment that was lit up this early in the morning, somehow Chris wasn't surprised whatsoever. He knocked on the door and waited. Things were quiet out here, save for the occasional dog barking in the distance. It was a while before he heard anything from the other side of the door, but he didn't really mind, it was peaceful.

First footsteps, then the unlocking of several locks. Leon opened the door, wearing nothing but black sweatpants. Chris gazed at him, Leon's torso was riddled with old scars, and a large fresh bruise on his side from the latest mission. Looks painful, he thought.

"Do you not have my number saved in your phone?" Leon asked, sounding a bit annoyed. Chris only shrugged apologetically. Leon shook his head and stepped aside to let him in.

"Take your shoes off at the mat Redfield." He warned. Chris did so respectively and walked into the apartment.

"Leon what's going on? Did you find something out?" Chris asked, in a business only tone. Leon sighed a little.

"No, this isn't about BOWs..." He started, causing Chris to look utterly confused. Leon sat on his couch, propping his ankle on his knee as he thought about how to word this.

"Then, what is it?" Chris now sounded concerned. Way to wear your heart on your sleeve Redfeild, Leon thought with a light chuckle.

"About earlier..." Leon began again.

"You have thoughts on the mission?" Chris interjected. Leon waved him off, furrowing his brow.

"No, Chris, this isn't about BOWs, it's not about the mission, it has nothing to do with either of our jobs, it's more personal" he said, sounding annoyed. Chris finally got the message and stopped interrupting.

"Okay..."

"BEFORE the mission. What you said, RIGHT before we left..." Leon said, blushing very slightly, hoping Chris would catch on, feelings were not Leon's forte. Chris thought, his face turning a light shade of red when he came to the realization of what Leon was getting at.

"Oh...yeah, about that..." Chris started nervously, could he weave a fib to make it seem like it had been a joke? Leon would probably catch the lie. Leon watched Chris, and stood up, walking over. Chris looked at him, feeling like he was just caught with his pants down. Before he could open his mouth to defend himself from any potential berating, Leon placed his hand on Chris' shoulder and gave him a serious look.

"Two years Redfield... I have been flirting with you... for two whole god damned years. You showed no interest, no reciprocation, and just as I figured I'd give up since the BSAA's golden boy CLEARLY wasn't interested... then you drop that bomb on me?" Chris couldn't decide if Leon was angry or relieved. They stared at each other, waiting for someone to say something.

Chris meant to apologize to Leon, he meant to show Leon that he was ecstatic that their feelings seemed to go both ways, but all that he said was:

"I'm good" loudly. Leon looked confused at first, then began to chuckle as Chris tried to explain what he meant to say, verbally tripping over himself more in the process, which only amused Leon further.

Leon patted Chris' shoulder and stepped closer leaning on the taller man, still chuckling.

"Chris, I get it. I get it, stop, my bruised ribs make it hurt to laugh." He joked. Chris settled down with an almost pouting expression. Leon patted the man's shoulder and led him to the couch. Chris sat and tried to make himself comfortable as Leon sat a cushion away from him.

"How long?" Leon asked, rubbing the stubble on his chin. Chris raised an eyebrow before giving the other a nod of understanding.

"I realized it in the past year. At first I thought I was going crazy. You and claire are closer, plus you're almost her age. It was kinda weird to think about having a crush on someone who seemed to have a better chance with my sister than me." He said, scratching the back of his head. Leon nodded a little.

"I see... but you came to terms with it, obviously" Leon muttered audibly. Chris nodded in return. Leon hummed and leaned back into the couch.

"So... Did you notice any of my flirting? like... at all?" Leon asked, holding his hand out in front of him for emphasis. Chris looked slightly ashamed.

"No, I thought it was just you being... well, you. Joking around like that seems to be part of your personality." Chris admitted. Leon sighed heavily.

"I really need to work on that" He grumbled to himself, crossing his arms. Leon looked at Chris, who'd gotten distracted by a poster on the wall. He noted the utter exhaustion that seemed to paint the man's features, the bloodshot eyes coupled with the bags under them made for a heavy looking combination. The room was quiet for another good moment before Leon spoke up again.

"You look tired Chris" He pointed out. Chris looked at Leon and gave a small smile paired with another small shrug.

"That's what happens, I should probably head on ho-"

"Spend the night" Leon interrupted. Chris looked at Leon a little surprised. Leon raised an eyebrow.

"What? It's a long drive back to your house, you look like a wreck. You'll be safe, there's a federal agent to protect you" He said with a slight smirk. Chris looked a little surprised, though thought about the tempting offer.

"You sure? I can make it home..." He started, however, Leon didn't let him finish. He got up and stood in front of Chris.

"Chris, I'm offering. Besides, There'll be a glass of bourbon waiting for you when you get out of the shower, cause you obviously didn't get the chance to yet." He offered his hand to the man and gave what looked like a slightly one sided sincere smile. Chris smiled back and took the hand offered, standing up.

"Thanks Leon." He said warmly. Leon nodded and looked Chris up and down.

"However I don't think I'll have any pajamas that'll fit you properly, so you might have to sleep in your pants" Leon joked. Chris shrugged, more casually this time.

"That's alright, won’t be the first time, won’t be the last." Chris chuckled.

Leon led chris to the bathroom, handing him a clean towel before heading to the kitchen, leaving Chris alone. Chris looked around the bathroom before starting to undress. There wasn't much to the bathroom, decor wise, much like the rest the rest of Leons apartment, but Chris grew curious and began snooping around the medicine cabinet. He found several bottles of differing pain reliever, the makings of a basic first aid kit, and a few travel toiletries.

"Hm" Chris sounded, feeling slightly disappointed. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but he still felt let down. With a shrug he stripped himself of his slightly worn clothing and got in the shower. As the water warmed up he examined the various bottles sitting on the shelves. Bleach safe shampoo and conditioner, apple body wash, a face wash, and cheap bar soap. Chris hummed slightly, feeling the warmth on his back as he picked up the bottle of shampoo.

"I knew it, he bleaches his hair" Chris mumbled to himself triumphantly, squirting some of the shampoo into his hand to lather his hair. He chuckled to himself at the thought of Leon S. Kennedy, top agent of the D.S.O. bleaching his hair in his bathroom like a highschooler. Chris laughed a bit harder as he continued his shower, washing the rest of himself with the bar of soap.

Leon riffled through his liquor cabinet pulling out a newly opened bottle of bourbon, and two small glasses. He listened to his shower run, thinking about the last time he'd had company over, which was a good while ago. He took a sip from his glass, wondering if he'd always felt this lonely, or if he just didn't have anything else to compare it to.

"Must be tiring keeping everyone at arm's length Kennedy." he muttered to himself, taking a larger sip this time.

By the time Chris left she shower, Leon had already poured himself another glass. Chris walked out to the kitchen with the towel still draped around his neck, catching the water that dripped from his hair.

"Aw, started without me?" he said with a smile. Leon gave him a shrug and pushed Chris' glass towards him as he approached the table.

"Better catch up Redfield" He said with a light chuckle. Chris grabbed the glass and made a slight toasting motion before sitting and joining the younger man. Leon watched Chris, admiring the muscles the man had gained over the years. Claire had shown him pictures of her and Chris when they were younger, there was definitely a difference in his muscle mass, especially after the Raccoon City incident. If Leon hadn't known Chris was of good character, he would have suspected steroids. He chuckled to himself at the thought, which caused Chris to look at him with a raised brow. Leon shook his head slightly.

"Nothing, just thinking... You used to be much smaller when you were younger, right? Must be one hell of a training routine." Leon commented. Chris smiled.

"One hundred percent hard work, and a lot of good hearty breakfasts." He exclaimed proudly. The two shared a chuckle and continued on with their drinking, Leon slowing down so Chris could catch up.

The two didn't mean to drink half of the bottle, but between their talking and their loose sense of time due to their tiredness, that's exactly what happened. By the time Chris noticed, leon was leaning against him, regaling him about the time that one of Adam Benford's grand-daughters lost her favorite stuffed animal in the tallest tree on the whitehouse property, causing Leon to climb the tree to retrieve it to stop her from crying. Leon reached for the bottle, readying himself to just take a swig from it, when Chris set his hand surprisingly gingerly on his wrist, easing it away from the bottle.

"Leon, the sun's rising, we've drank almost the whole thing." He pointed out. Leon looked at the bottle on the table, the bourbon illuminated by the light from the sunrise filtering in between his blinds.

"Oh..." Leon said, his tone sounding sad, still not moving his head from where it comfortably rested on Chris' shoulder.

"We need sleep." Chris commented. Leon sighed and groaned as he sat up, only now realizing that Chris' hand hadn't moved his hand from his wrist. He looked at it, examining it carefully, and looked at Chris, who's face held a red tint, though if it was from the alcohol or the physical touch, Leon didn't know. Chris looked at Leon, feeling warm and tingly. He kept his breathing slow and steady as he took what felt like a chance and slid his hand from Leons wrist to his hand, intertwining his fingers with the others. Leon kept his eyes on Chris' face, his grip on Chris' hand tightening to match as he resumed leaning against him.

"Yeah... we do." He said softly in agreement, though neither of them making an effort to stand.

They sat there and enjoyed each other's silent company for a while until Chris grunted, apparently waking himself up. Leon laughed a little and stood up.

"Come on Redfield... I have a spare room." He said, beckoning the man to move with him. Leon helped Chris up, leading him by the hand to the room, where he proceeded to guide the man down onto the bed, laying a blanket over him. He gave Chris a smile and turned to head to his own room, just across the hall. He didn't make it too far before Chris' grabbed onto his wrist once more. Leon looked at the man, who was looking at him as if he had something on his mind.

"Yes?" Leon questioned. Chris gave Leon a hesitant look.

"Just so I get this straight... this feeling is mutual. Right?" he asked softly, his voice holding an uncertain tenderness. It seemed that the exhaustion and bourbon had made its way to his brain, making him vulnerable. Precious, Leon thought as he watched Chris. Leon turned back to him and knelt down, so he was eye level with him.

"Yes Chris. I feel the same way about you as you do about me." He said with a small smile. "Now I need to get to sleep, so I need to go now" He stood up again, preparing to walk out, but with a quick but firm tug, he found himself moving in the wrong direction. He fell onto Chris and was quickly trapped under the heavy weight of his biceps. Leon looked at Chris, his eyes wide with surprise at his sudden change in position. Chris' face was hidden in the crook of Leons neck.

"Stay? Please Leon?" He said against Leon's skin. Leon worked his arm out of Chris' grasp and gently patted the man on the back.

"Okay, okay. I can't really go anywhere with you holding me like this anyway." At that, he felt Chris smile softly, the mans stubble lightly scratching against his skin.

Leon adjusted himself under the blanket and once they were comfortable, Chris quickly fell asleep, Leon securely in his arms. He watched the sleeping man, feeling sleep begin to creep up on him as well. He laid his head against Chris and smiled genuinely.

"Two years Redfeild, two long fucking years... I love you too" He said softly as he fell asleep, unaware that Chris wore a soft smile.

#lskennedy #original content #resident evil #chreon #chris x leon #leon x chris #fanfic #re leon #re chris #resident evil leon #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #resident evil chris #chris #chris redfield #alcohol #alcohol mention #resident evil vendetta #resident evil 6

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dynowrites · 5 years ago

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A Little Help (From an Old Friend)

Sonny was at a loss of what to do for the case. Hadid was telling him he didn’t have enough evidence to take the case to court while Olivia was breathing down his neck. She had given him everything they had gotten. If it was up to Sonny, he would have taken it to court but since he was new, Hadid was basically in charge.

Sonny had spent the last several hours trying to get everything to line up. His hand was cramping, he was tired but he needed to get everything straight. He was presenting it to Hadid the next morning to get her approval to take the case to court.

Sonny needed help, but he had no one to contact. Isaiah was busy, Peter moves back to Chicago and Rafael… well Sonny hasn’t heard from him since the day he left. Sonny didn’t know where to find him or how to contact him. He had changed his number and since then, no one could contact him.

Sonny had an idea. He remembered where Lucia lives and there was no way she didn’t know where her son was or how to contact him. So, Sonny threw all his stuff in his briefcase and headed off to Lucia’s apartment. The entire drive there, he wondered what Rafael was doing now with his life. He missed Rafael.

“Mrs Barba?” Sonny asked as he watched a woman open the door after Sonny knocked on it. She nodded as she looked over Sonny.

“Can I help you?” She asked softly. Sonny smiled as he watched her.

“My name’s Sonny, I worked with your son. I haven’t been able to contact him and I need his help. Can you give me his phone number or address?” Sonny asked Lucia. She nodded as she allowed Sonny into her apartment.

“You’re that detective he would talk about, the one that went to law school. He would talk about you all the time when he would visit.” Lucia said as she went over to her notebook and began writing a few things down in it. Sonny blushed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I’m now the ADA of SVU. After Rafael left, Stone took over. Stone left and I decided to take my chance.” Sonny explained to Lucia as she ripped the page out of the notebook and handed it over to him.

“I just got off the phone with Rafi about ten minutes ago. He should be home.” Lucia smiled at Sonny as he read over the address. It was pretty local as Sonny smiled at Lucia.

“Thank you, Mrs Barba. You’ve been a real help.” Sonny said as he rushed out of the apartment. Grabbing his phone from his pocket, he typed in Barba’s address into the Maps app on his phone.

The address was for just a few blocks down the road. Sonny was mad Rafael was still in New York and no one knew. How could he do this to him? To the squad? Did Olivia know he was still around? Sonny shook his head and pushed the thoughts from his mind as he got into his truck and began heading down the street.

Sonny arrived to the building and parked in front of it. He sat there and began thinking about how Rafael had been here, still in the city. Sonny decided it was fine and got out of the truck and went into the building. Checking on the paper, Sonny saw that Rafael was in 4B and decided to head up the stairs. The four flights of stairs was nothing but once Sonny was standing in front of 4B, he froze.

Maybe there was a reason Rafael didn’t try contacting anyone. Maybe he wanted nothing to do with the squad and that’s why he isolated himself. Sonny went to knock on the door but stopped himself. Rafael didn’t want anything to do with anyone and that’s why he kept to himself. Sonny took a few steps back and went to turn away when the door opened.

“Carisi…?” A familiar voice called out. Sonny turned looked over at the shorter male. Dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt, looking exactly the same except he grew a beard and mustache. Sonny missed him and he didn’t know what to say.

“Hey, Raf. Long time now see.” Sonny smiled some. Rafael notes they grey hair that covered 75% of Sonny’s once brunette hair. Rafael smiled brightly as he allowed Sonny into his place.

“Sorry. I’ve just needed time. Everything happened all at once and I just needed to get away. Spent some time in Florida. I came back a few months ago.” Rafael said as he handed over a cup of coffee to Sonny. He nodded as he was sitting on the couch and leaned back.

“Stone left. His father died, sister was murdered during a case. Then the case he had, it was too much for him.” Sonny explained what Rafael missed in the last year and a half. Rafael nodded as he sat on the couch beside Sonny.

“Has anyone talked to Carmen lately? How’s her daughter doing?” Rafael asked. He cared for his assistant and did everything he could for her to spend time with her child.

“She’s great, they’re great. She brings her to work often and she always cheers me up during a bad case.” Sonny smiled as he thought of The small girl.

“How’s everyone doing? Liv and Noah? Amanda and Jesse? Fin?” Rafael really hadn’t talked to anyone since he left.

“They’re all good. Liv has Noah in ballet since he wanted to dance, Amanda had another little girl, Billie. Fin’s a grandfather and spending all the time he can with Jaden.” Sonny filled in Rafael of everything he’s missed. Rafael nodded as he turned to look at Sonny.

“What about you? There has to be a reason you came looking for me.” Rafael said. Sonny chuckled as he nodded. He could never lie to Rafael or hide anything from him. After all, he could see through lies easily. Sonny took a sip of the coffee before clearing his throat.

“You’re looking at the new ADA of Manhattan’s SVU. I took a chance and it helped I had experience from you and Stone. Of course, my boss is breathing down my neck and telling me what I can and can’t do.” Sonny said. Rafael nodded and scooted closer to him.

“You’re new. Given mine was not as bad but they are trying to help steer you in the right direction.” Rafael explained as Sonny shook his head.

“My gut is telling me I have enough for this case. To take it to court but she’s telling me we don’t have enough evidence. I’ve seen you take cases to court where you had no idea how the perp killed the victim after the assault but you’ve locked them away. I have everything but he has an alibi that… that his partner confirms but I know he did it.” Sonny began explaining. Rafael sat there and nodded as he placed his hand on Sonny’s knee.

“Alright, let me look over the notes you have. I’ll help you put this fucker away.” Rafael said as Sonny pulled everything out of his leather briefcase and handed it over to Rafael.

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I'm your complexion with the kinkiest 4c hair and a broad nose plus Hella acne and kinda chubby and it so hard for me to love myself and be compassionate when I feel I don't deserve it I was just wondering if u have tips to overcome it what did u use to start loving yourself?

Hey love. I wish I could give you the biggest hug in the world right now. I’m so sorry that you’re struggling to love yourself, but we’ve literally all been there at one point in our life.

One thing that you need to realize, is that beauty standards have been MADE UP. They’ve been made up and shoved down peoples throats via television, magazines, music videos, and social media. They are not FACT. They may appear to be fact because it seems like the same standard of beauty is being enforced everywhere you turn, but I promise you, it’s not fact. You have to train yourself to create your own beauty standards. Until you do this, you’ll feel frustrated and like you’re not enough.

Please please please trust me when I tell you that beauty comes in ALL complexions. Never let anyone make you feel inferior for the color of your skin. A lot of times people NEED to make others feel inferior for their skin color because they feel it’s the only way that they can see value in themselves. Don’t let anyone trick you.

You have the kinkiest 4c hair? Congrats, because in my opinion kinky 4c hair is gorgeousssssssssss. I literally have a pinterest board dedicated to hundreds of pins of kinky 4c hair. I have kinky type 4 hair (I believe I’m a mix of 4b and 4c). I’ve chopped off the last bits of my heat damage, and I’M LOVING the thickness of my kinky type 4 hair. I also can’t get enough of admiring the thickness of type 4 hair whenever I see it on someone else. It just makes me.. Happy.

I hate that society has brainwashed people to think that having a narrow nose = beauty, because it’s just not true. There’s nothing wrong with having a wide nose, it’s just another lie society wants you to believe so that some false hierarchy can be set in place. Do not fall for it my love.

Going through acne is never easy. I had terrible acne at one point and it was just the worst thing ever. I tried so many things and it just seemed like nothing was working. I eventually found a routine for me that worked, but I don’t think that I would have been able to clear up my skin if I hadn’t started to love myself internally first.

As far as your weight goes... I don’t feel like you should feel pressured to look like what people in society say you should look like, but I think you should strive to be healthy.

With all of that being said, I’m going to give you some tips:

1. If you are going to be on social media, do not follow pages that make you feel bad about yourself, or make you feel like you have to look a certain way in order to be beautiful.

2. Surround yourself with people that think positively of you and make you feel happy and beautiful.

3. Spend at least 15 minutes everyday, yes every single day, meditating about what you want, and how you want to feel inside.

4. If you can, see a dermatologist. If you can’t do that, trial and error is your best friend. Don’t try a million products all at once.

5. Make a pinterest and fill it with beautiful women that resemble you, and look at it everyday.

6. Remember that at the end of the day, the whole entire world doesn’t have to find you beautiful, so don’t stress over the world’s stupid beauty standards. You just need one person that will fall in love with you and appreciate your beauty. But before that happens, you’re going to have to appreciate yourself.

7. Focus on getting beautiful healthy hair. Go on a protective styling challenge. When your hair gets longer and most importantly healthier, you can try lots of styles that may help you change the way you feel about your hair. Maybe you’re just at an awkward stage right now.

8. Stay FAR away from people who are brainwashed by society’s beauty standards. I swear they will make you feel like crap with things that they say, and fill your head with all kinds of self doubt. And then turn around and act like you’re the crazy one.

9. Find a music artist who makes high vibration music. ONLY LISTEN TO HIGH VIBRATION MUSIC. This is SO IMPORTANT. SO many people are bringing down their energy unknowingly because of the music that they listen to.

10. Set goals for yourself, and give yourself rewards when you achieve them.

Bonus: Start eating healthier, and google foods that have high vibrations. Trust me it will help!

***I really hope that this helps you. I put my heart into writing this, and I pray that you feel the love and good energy I’m sending you. You got this my love. You got this.**

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parrishsrubberplant · 6 years ago

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"You broke into my apartment drunk..." prompt with Nursey/Dex or Ronan/Adam 👀👀👀

The knocking at the door is too loud, more like pounding. Nursey starts up off the couch. Pizza delivery was last night, and he’s not expecting a package. There shouldn’t be anyone knocking.

The doorknob rattles. Nursey’s throat closes, and icy calm descending over him. I’m not really a violent person, or much of a fighter at all. Ice hockey notwithstanding. Could you drive away an intruder by insulting them?

Besides, even if I punched someone in my own home, they’d argue it was self-defense. Like that off-duty cop, who shot Botham Shem Jean in his own living room.

He readies his phone, 911 emergency call, ready to go. The door shakes. Where are my neighbors?

He holds his phone in his right hand, lifts the tab to uncover the peephole with his left.

The phone thuds to the doormat. What the fuck?

“Stop breaking the door down,” he says loudly to the person on the other side.

He undoes the chain bolt, the jimmy proof deadbolt, and flips the door handle lock horizontal. Wait. He redoes the chain bolt only, and cracks the door. The door opens an inch, reaches the end of the chain, and stops.

“Oh thank fuck, Chris, I thought you were asleep–” It’s the tall redhead. Nursey’s seen him in the laundry room. “Wait, who’re you?”

“Derek,” Nursey says.

Up close, redhead is drunk. His flushed freckled cheeks and bright eyes would tell Nursey that, even if his breath didn’t. If Nursey struck a match, the air between them might explode. It reeks.

Redhead falters. “Is this not my apartment?”

Drunk, but not stupid. “4B,” Nursey says. He could probably undo the chain bolt.

Redhead blinks. “Oh shit.”

The sick remnants of adrenaline have to go somewhere. Nursey blinks against the prickle of an oncoming headache.

“I am so sorry,” he says. “I forgot my keys.” He touches his pocket. “And I just remembered, my roommate is at his girlfriend’s in Boston for the weekend. Shit. I am so sorry, I’ll just–”

“Do you have the super’s number?” Nursey interrupts.

Redhead fumbles his phone from his pocket. He’s wearing slim leg jeans, a partially-buttoned plaid shirt over a heather grey tee. Ambiguous. He could be gay or just stylish. Redhead taps at his screen. “No,” he says.

Nursey makes a decision. “Here, I’ll give you the number and wait with you. Just a sec.” He closes the door, pockets his keys, and shoves his feet into a pair of slides. As an afterthought, he fills a tall glass with water from the tap.

Redhead leans his shoulder against the wall. He stands straighter as Nursey’s door closes. “Hey,” he says. “You don’t have to–I am so, so sorry–”

“5B?” Nursey asks.

“Yeah.”

They start up the stairs together. When they sit down outside redhead’s door, Nursey notices letters on the front of the shirt. S-A-M-and part of something that might be ‘W.’

“Here,” he says, holding up the super’s number. Redhead types it in with careful concentration.

“Hi, Dimas? This is Will, from 5B. I’ve left my keys in the apartment and Chris is away. Give me a call back?” He says his number slowly, tracing his finger in the air as he speaks. “Again, this is Will.” He hangs up.

“Give it twenty minutes, then call a locksmith,” Nursey suggests. “At least you’ve got wifi out here.”

“True,” Redhead–Will–says.

“So, Samwell?” Derek asks.

Will smiles. “Yeah. That’s where I met my roommate, and he met his girlfriend.”

“I think we played you guys. Hockey? I went to Colgate.”

Will’s eyes widen. “No shit–what year?”

“Class of 2016,” Nursey says.

“Wow,” Will says. “Small world.”

Nursey offers him the glass of water. “Here,” he says. “Hydrate.”

“Wow,” Will says again. “I practically break your door down, and you’re still super nice to me.” He sips the water.

Nursey shrugs, his complicated feelings not falling easily into words. He knows he’ll write about this later in his journal and that will help him make more sense of it. Maybe.

Just then, Will’s phone buzzes. “Dimas? Thank you for calling back. Yeah, I’m so, so sorry. Listen–you are around? Okay–thank you so much. You’re a lifesaver.” Will hangs up. “He’s on his way.” He takes a big gulp of water and coughs.

A few minutes later, the building door opens. Dimas’s keys jingle and his heavy footsteps thump on the stairs. “Hey William!”

Will straightens up. “Thank you, thank you so much,” he says.

“4B!” Dimas says. “Derek! Hello!”

“Hey man,” Nursey says. “How’s it going?”

“Busy, busy,” Dimas says, and unlocks Will’s door.

Will pulls out his wallet. “Please, can I give you a tip? For your trouble?”

Dimas waves him off. “First time, free. Second time, fifty dollars.” He laughs. Will tries to press a twenty on him. “No, no,” Dimas says. “Good night!”

Will puts the money back in his wallet. Dimas goes downstairs, and they’re left standing in the hallway together, Will’s foot wedged in the open door.

“Hey,” he says. “Thanks.”

Nursey smirks. “Nice to meet you, Will.” He’s definitely not imagining the other man going red. It clashes horribly with his hair. “Have a good night,” Nursey says, and turns to head down the stairs.

“Wait!” Will says. He hands the glass back to Nursey. “Um,” he says. “Thanks. Again. Thank you. Um. I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah,” Nursey says. “See you.” He heads back downstairs to his apartment. The door above him closes.

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dangerwatson · 6 years ago

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SO, MS. WATSON. YOU WANNA MAKE A DIFFERENCE.

It’s ya girl Lin back on my ‘ let’s cry about a beautiful woman together ’ bs. Here’s MJ ! It’s long, but that’s to have all her relevant information in one place should you ( or me more than likely ) need to hit it up for future reference. I’m excited to have her here ya’ll.

BASICS.

Given / Birth Name : Mary Jane Watson Nickname / Preferred Name : MJ, Red Alias(es) : N/A Birthdate / Age : June 19th 1991 / Twenty - Seven Place of Birth : Montoursville, Pennsylvania Current Location : Little Italy, NYC Gender Identity : Cis Female Sexual / Romantic Orientation : Disaster Bisexual Ethnicity / Race / Cultural Heritage: African - American && German Marital Status : Single Occupation : Field Reporter && Political commentator for Weekly Review Religious Beliefs : Agnostic. Raised Christian.

CHARACTERISTICS.

Height : 5′8″ Weight : 135 Body Type / Build : Entirely Average. Could stand to go to the gym, but honestly who has that kind of time. Don’t compare her to fruit she hates that. Eye Color : Green Hair Color / Texture : Auburn. Worn natural, 4b curls and all. Sometimes braided, sometimes weaved, sometimes in bantu knots or covered by headscarves. She’s very particular with her hair - touching it can and will lead to physical harm against the perpetrator if unwelcome. Recognizable Features / Scars : Big ol’ dimples and a slight cleft chin. Dusting of dark freckles across nose and chest. Speech Patterns / Accent : Has a deeper voice, boarding whisky worn. Because she’s moved around the majority of her childhood MJ has no discernible accent, giving her a modulated tone that’s perfect for clear annunciation across media platforms. Languages Spoken : English, French, ASL Powers / Skills / Abilities : No powers, however MJ has a nose for good stories, and tends to follow wherever they take her. Overall Health : Good.

RELATIONSHIPS.

Order of Birth : Youngest Number of Siblings : 1 Father’s Status + Relationship : Phillip Watson, alive. An abusive alcoholic, former High School English teacher. No relationship amends have been made. Mother’s Status + Relationship : Madeline Watson nee Rains, deceased. A starry eyed dreamer, former actress turned stay at home mother. Left Phillip after he struck Gayle, bounced both children through various family members. Passed away shortly after from congenital heart failure exacerbated by stress and lack of access to treatment. Sibling Status + Relationship : Gayle Watson, older sister by almost five years. Unlike MJ, continued to have a relationship with their father. Married her schoolyard sweetheart and had two children. He divorced her around the same time MJ graduated high school, leaving both sisters ( and her nephews ) living under Aunt Anne’s roof. They’re nearly estranged. When she visits her aunt and nephews, both sisters make a point of keeping their conversations short -- if they happen at all. Loyalty / Affiliation : Outwardly neutral, though subject to change behind closed doors.

PERSONALITY.

MBTI : ESFJ Hobbies : Dancing. Doesn’t matter where, when, why or how. Catch her pulling an n*sync routine in her living room at 4 PM on a Tuesday. MJ also has a knack for exploration. There are a lot of ( read : free ) things to do around the city and magically finds them all. Who cares if you have no interest in the Fungi Festival, there are booths everywhere for a quick way to kill an afternoon. Tried needlework one afternoon, didn’t stick and now there’s an abomination of mutant looking cats hanging above her bathroom door. Bad Habits : Smoking. Fixing / hyper - focusing on her hair when uncomfortable or stressed. Jumping head first into the dating scene only to find out it’s the shallow end. Providing 20 second long fart sounds whenever someone asks “how are you?” Taking care of others before taking care of herself. Three Positive Traits : The silent Mom Friend. Allow me to explain : MJ is traditionally that bitch^tm making sure you get home okay after hanging out, she ensures your soul is as well nourished as your body. For all of her outward party-girl aesthetics and a forced mean girl perception on her by others, she makes sure her friends are in good headspaces. That they feel encouraged to follow their ambitions and ultimately celebrate every success no matter the size. It’s the type of selflessness that she’d wanted for herself growing up, so I’ve labeled it as her BEST trait. She’s incredibly outgoing. An extrovert through and through, getting her battery charged by being around people. It’s what makes her an attractive personality. When in a battle of small talk, MJ not only listens and remembers those small shared details but she knows how to keep the conversation going without making it seem like a chore. I love how in tune she is like that, girl vibes hard with new and old friends alike. Finally, MJ would make a professional bargain hunter blush. She grew up poor and as a direct result is extremely careful about what she’s doing with money. And yes, being financially responsible during these trying times as a Millennial trying to earn that bread is pretty much a given good quality. We all wish it wasn’t, but here we are. Three Negative Traits : MJ is stubborn to a fault. When she digs her heels into something it’s hard to get her to stop until a desired outcome is achieved ( or undesired, event depending ). While this is usually reworded as a positive asset —- being so DRIVEN and MOTIVATED —– that’s simply not the case with her. She’s lived through all consequences resulting from this inability to budge and none of the supposed rewards. Been fired from more jobs than she’d care to admit for telling former bosses where to shove unrealistic worker expectations, or coworkers where they can file passive aggressive bullpucky. She’s also incredibly stunted emotionally. As mentioned, she’s a silent Mom Friend, but reciprocation of her actions isn’t met with as much of an openness as one might expect. MJ keeps her feelings to herself, and it usually builds up until she suffers a full scale breakdown triggered by something mundane like … dropping a fry or seeing a lady bug stepped on. Decompressing is a word in her vocabulary, for sure, but it was easier to partake in as a 20 year old than as a near 30 year old with responsibilities and bills to pay. Picky puts it in palatable terms, but MJ knows what she likes and how she likes it. When she doesn’t, then she’ll quickly find a preference. In the meantime we’ll say she’s very particular about what styles she likes to wear, how her make up is, how her hair looks, and over all what image she’s presenting to a general public. It’s a habit she hasn’t been able to shake. Moral Alignment : Neutral Good

ASSOCIATIONS.

One Song : Dead and Lovely - Tom Waits One Quote / Piece of Art : “Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.” One Fear : Following the Watson Women path of horrible no good very bad mistakes and poor life decisions. One Strength : Persistence One Object : Breathe Right Nasal Strips One Place : May’s kitchen One Food : Garlic One Scent : Cinnamon. One Lucky Charm : Old tattered friendship bracelet

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Pretty typical “American Dream !” 50′s family dynamic. Everyone looking great in their Sunday best photos, father with a steady job, stay at home mom to save on daycare, two daughters and a stray cat named Sir Stinkybottom.

Father started facing emotional breaking points brought about by lack of what he considered satisfactory income and inbound midlife crisis. Turned to drinking, ( turned into a right train wreck. )

Mary-Jane, Gayle and Maddie hopped from various family member’s couches to crash for a couple of weeks at a time during the separation process from Phillip. This lasted a year.

Maddie passed away when MJ was around 10 and Gayle 15, Gayle instantly taking up the role of Mother Figure to MJ’s wild child foil. MJ maintains she doesn’t remember all that much about her mother while Gayle remembers everything and that becomes a point of contention.

Father returns into their life. It’s messy, he eats away at their still developing ego’s like the cancerous human blob he’s chosen to become. Their Aunt Anna, who they live with, intervenes when she can.

Gayle gets the fuck outta there by marrying her high school sweetheart, moving to the midwest and popping out two adorable munchkins named Kevin and Thommy.

MJ has the pleasure of dealing with their dad alone for the next five years. Which she does by a little thing called home avoidance. Garners the reputation quickly as a party girl at Midtown, someone ready to go anywhere and everywhere at any time.

Began solidly working around fifteen to help Anna out, sometimes in Diners, sometimes in retail. Her ability to sell her brand began early and honed with surgical precision during these years. All currently reflected across media platforms where she became a 2010 influencer ( and paid for little more than modeling ).

Started college at seventeen, typical move. Took 6 years for her to finish as she paid her way through without loans. The last thing MJ wanted when finally breaking out of Queens was a student dept choker. Graduated at 23 with a dual bachelors in journalism and political science.

Bounced between larger broadcasting industries for a few years as an underpaid intern before growing concerned by their lacking criteria. The burnout was real.

Tirelessly sought employment at her favorite ( but SMALL ) news agency. By luck of the draw she was screen tested and hired on for a slot as field reporter.

She’s been with Weekly Review since. Now having two years under her belt ( still extremely Green in her industry ), she’s pushing for higher scope investigative journalist pieces. And for once, they’re not telling her no.

#united task 001 #united intro #mentioned briefly :#tw alcoholism #tw parental abuse

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theantibridezilla · 6 years ago

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The DIY Silk Press

Today’s post is definitely skewed more towards a smaller segment of my audience. On the whole, I tend to focus on product reviews that would work for a broad audience, but I’m also a proud member of #teamnatural. And this is also why I usually don’t cover hair care products, unless it’s something so amazing that I think it would work for more than silky straight hair textures. But, I also don’t venture into hair care that often either because the natural hair niche within the blogger/influencer/guru space is quite saturated. With that being said though, today’s post covers products that can actually work for a wide range of textures from silky straight to kinky curly. And, they can do double duty to help naturalistas achieve a DIY silk press. As background for this post, I’m a 4a/4b texture and my hair is just below BSL (bra strap length).

Now, if you’re not familiar, a silk press is basically what a press & curl was back in the day—only it uses lighter products so your hair isn’t weighed down. Or, IMO, it’s more like a Dominican blowout. If you don’t want to DIY this (which is totally understandable), there are plenty of salons you can go to. The main takeaways you need to remember if you do want to DIY a silk press is this:

1. Your hair must be very clean. Do NOT attempt to do this on dirty hair because the results will be less than ideal.

2. Do NOT use natural oils during the actual heat steps of the silk press. While natural oils are normally our best friends when wearing our hair curly, when you’re trying to flatiron or blowout your hair for a silk press, the high heat will actually make the oils “cook” your hair. That equals damage and can permanently alter your curl pattern.

So with that in mind, today’s review on these products will be focused from the perspective of a silk press. All but the Ion Silk Drops were gifted to me by the brand. For clarity, I’m reviewing these products as part of the silk press process which includes: Shampoo, condition, deep condition (optional) blow dry, flat iron.

Shampoo: Many Ethnicities Invigorating Shampoo & Palmer’s Natural Fusions Micellar Rose Water Cleanser

Normally I don’t do a double wash, but it’s recommended for silk presses if you’re concerned about product or dirt buildup of any kind, that you use a clarifying shampoo. Now Many Ethnicities Invigorating Shampoo is a new to me hair care brand that was created by a mom who’s children all ended up having different hair types because they are multi-ethnic. She got tired of littering her bathroom with tons of different shampoos to tackle the unique needs of each of her children’s different textures, so she made her own! I like that this is definitely a nourishing shampoo which is ideal for kinkier textures as it won’t strip hair of vital moisture. My hair still felt soft after using this shampoo.

However, I knew that my hair and scalp were VERY dirty since I had just taken out the braids I’d been sporting for the last two months. So, that’s why I also used the Palmer’s Natural Fusions Micellar Rose Water Cleanser. It’s actually billed as a clarifying shampoo and leverages the concept of traditional micellar water to attract dirt and literally leave your hair squeaky clean. Normally, I would not want my hair to squeak. But in this instance, it was a good thing. I’ve used this shampoo in the past just for a regular wash day and it’s pretty hydrating and will not give you a squeaky clean result. The only reason it did this time is because I did a double wash.

Condition: Many Ethnicities Moisturizing Conditioner

Now, since a silk press meant I couldn’t use the moisturizers I normally would like Argan or Coconut oil, that meant I needed to find other ways to infuse moisture into my hair. This time I opted for the Many Ethnicities Moisturizing Conditioner. This conditioner emphasizes moisture because kinkier textures tend to be naturally drier and need the added moisture. And although it does have oils in it, it’s balanced in a way that doesn’t leave residue or weigh your hair down like a traditional pure oil would do. I definitely want to try this conditioner again when I’m not trying to do a silk press because it would be the type that I wouldn’t fully rinse out. Note: the emphasis on clean means you cannot leave any residual product in your hair leading up to the heat tools steps.

Deep Condition: Steel Mclean Fortify Mask

If you’re concerned at all about the risk of heat damage or feel like your hair might need some added protection, a deep condition is in order. But again, you can’t use natural oils like you might normally want to do. So, I opted for the Steel Mclean Fortify Mask because it also includes Keratin as a primary ingredient. And when you’re talking about using the amount of heat that a silk press requires, you want to give your hair as much added protection as possible. I definitely liked that my hair still felt soft after I rinsed this out. But I most definitely want to try this product again when I’m wearing my hair normally rather than straightened.

Blow Dry & Flat Iron: Ion Silk Drops

The real key to a silk press is to blow dry your hair thoroughly before you flat iron it. Although people may have personal preferences for products to use, pretty much every stylist I’ve talked to—including the lady I consulted with at the Sally’s Beauty Supply—have said that you can use any kind of heat protectant serum during the heat tools steps. It’s more about technique in these stages.

And this is where the silk press diverges from my normal flat iron routine. Normally, I wash my hair on one day, set it on small two-strand twists, and then flat iron my hair the next day. I mainly do this because heat damage is real and I’m lazy and hate blow drying my hair. But the goal is still the same—my hair is being stretched through a no-heat low manipulation style versus using a blow dryer.

Now, if you don’t use a good heat protectant, you can really damage your hair if you use a high heat for blow drying and then follow up with a high heat for flat ironing. And usually for naturals, heat damage means a jacked up patches of hair that no longer naturally curl when you wet it and can only be corrected but cutting the damaged hair. To be honest, the rest of this section is more about technique than the Silk Drops. However, I do think the Silk Drops were great but it’s pretty comparable to Biosilk or IC Fantasia Heat Protector Straightening Serum.

The Blow Dry:

So, like I said, I hate blow drying my hair because my hair in it’s most natural state is super curly, and holds on to water forever. But this time, I divided my hair in 4 big sections. Then I divided each quarter into 3 to 6 smaller sections before then dividing those sections into small thirds. It was time consuming but it definitely stretched my hair, which made the flat ironing step easier. Just keep in mind, you’re blow drying much smaller individual sections so:

1. It’s not necessary to use the highest heat. In fact stylists recommend you don’t because in the next and final stage, you will be using a very high heat. If you use too much heat at this stage, it’ll encourage heat damage. I used a medium heat on medium speed throughout my entire hair.

2. For best results use the chase method. Use a paddle brush to maintain tension and keep hair stretched as you dry.

3. Focus on straightening the roots. However, (of course) do dry the entire length of hair in each section.

Flat Ironing:

There’s an optional step that some people do between the blow dry and flat iron step which is to trim your hair if it needs to be. I found that my ends still weren’t super straight so I waited until after I flat ironed my hair to trim it.

Anywho, like I mentioned before, this is the high heat stage. Now most stylists will recommend that you use heat between 400-450F. I opted for 419F using my Conair Infiniti PRO 1″ Tourmaline Ceramic Straightener. I’ve had this thing forever and I love it because I can curl and straighten with it, plus it comes with a heat cover. Much like with the blow drying stage, you need to work with small thin sections to ensure that you get as close to your roots as possible and are evenly heating each section. And again, you’re encouraged to use the chase method. A lot of stylists recommend using a fine tooth comb but I found I had horrible control so I swapped it for my paddle brush.

After finishing, my hair was definitely straight, but compared to a lot of the videos that I saw where people had that “I just got my hair relaxed” level straightness, I didn’t have those results. However, the main reason I straightened my hair was because I needed to trim it—so mission accomplished.

My Thoughts:

So, these pics are from the day after I attempted a silk press. I set my hair on bantus.

1. As much as I hate blow drying, I do have to agree that it made a difference in my ability to get my roots straight and to make the whole flat ironing process a bit quicker.

2. Seeing as how I didn’t get that super straight relaxed look, I’m not sure if it’s because I opted not to set my flat iron to the hottest setting (455F) or if it’s where I needed something like a Marcel iron. However, like I mentioned earlier, I’m not a fan of heat damage because once you ruin your curl pattern, there’s no remedy besides a pair of scissors.

3. The fact that it took me almost 2 hours to blow dry my hair means I would never do my own silk press again. Although it would be a huge markup (I spent a total of $15 on the Ion Silk Drops and the IC Fantasia Heat Protector Straightening Serum vs a salon visit that can be upwards of $125), I’m still sore from the process.

So, I would definitely attempt a silk press again, but I would want a pro to do it. My wash day this time was out of control. What normally takes me 2 - 3 hours with a max of 5 over two days if I choose to straighten, took me all day to do. I know part of that was because I had to take down my Poetic Justice braids and detangle, but that blow dry step is out of control for me!

For more info on the brands I listed visit:

www.manyethnicities.com or follow on IG: @manyethnicities www.palmers.com or follow on IG: @palmers www.steelmclean.com or follow on IG: @steelmclean www.sallybeauty.com

#beauty #hair care #silk press #natural hair #team natural #kinky curly #wash day #steel mclean #palmers #sally beauty #shampoo #conditioner #flat iron #blow dry #heat protectant

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lunnaisjustvibing · 4 years ago

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I have from 3c to 4b curls (yes, you can have more than one type of curl on your head, it's normal) and you can brush your hair, if the style needs it, but only wet, NEVER dry, unless you want the ultra voluminous frizzy look, it can be a style, Solange Knowles has done this sometimes, but you have to be EXTRA careful.

When detangling, I rarely use a comb, I use my fingers with some lotion or a brush with teeth, not bristles, teeth, it's easier on the wrist and arm than a comb.

Research, and don't fight against nature, your hair is pretty the way it grows from your head.

BUT ALSO, if you don't want to maintain your natural hair for whatever reason, cause it's quicker, doesn't suit your fashion style or lifestyle, whatever, YOU DO YOU! Just remember to allow your scalp and hair to rest, and treat them well so they're always healthy.

I hate my curly hair so much I'll brush it for like an hour and itll he smooth as silk but in literally like one minute there's at least 10 knots wHY

ADFADGSFDGKSFG

BECAUSE IT’S NOT MEANT TO BE BRUSHED!!

STOP BRUSHING OUT CURLY HAIR 2k19!!!

I hate this, because almost no one knows it. No one tells kids with curly hair how to actually take care of their hair.

You can’t treat curly hair like straight hair and expect the same results! You can’t! It doesn’t work! Curly hair gets its own routine!

Okay, look, here’s the deal.

Your curls are… curls. They are MEANT to go together into a GROUP. They are not like straight hair which just hands out in one big… thing. Curls have groups.

By BRUSHING it, you are splitting those good-curl groups into separate strands, which, on their own, are STILL trying their goddamned best to curl, but now that they are away from their friends, they are only clinging haphazardly to each other as best as they can and creating tangles!

Here’s what brushed curly hair looks like:

Here’s what well-treated curly hair that has CURL-FRIENDS is supposed to look like (curl size may vary):

See how the curl is NOT only one strand of hair? It’s a whole group!

You know how you get those nice curls?

STOP BRUSHING.Give your curls back their curl-friends!

Okay, here’s the deal - you sit down. You look at this chart. Figure out your type of curl. (guesstimate)

And now you go to this website and you read about what curly hair actually needs to thrive, and you change your routine, and you promise me that you will NEVER disappoint your curls like that again!!!!

Basics:

1) Curly hair is damaged by heat, lack of moisture, and sulfates in shampoo.

- No blowdrying - use a cotton towel or t-shirt to scrunch your hair and get extra moisture out, and allow to air-dry

- Turn down the shower temp while washing hair. I mean it.

- Try to find a better shampoo.

2) Curly hair NEEDS moisture, and it NEEDS leave-in conditioner.

- Use lots of conditioner.

- Use leave-in conditioner

- Try to use water spray over chemical setting sprays.

3) Curly hair does not need to be brushed, only combed with a wide-tooth comb.

- Comb the hair through with your fingers while in the shower and detangle while you have conditioner in.

- Comb again with a wide-toothed comb after the shower if needed

- If you need to, use a twist of some sort to keep hair out of the way, but don’t squeeze it too much - give it room to breathe!

More tips from smarter people probably exist but that’s the basic stuff.

PLEASE be nice to your curly hair.

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chandterpamela1996 · 4 years ago

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Tips to know when its time for training a feline UTI thrown in, that urine happens, right, and there are some plants that cats to eat and not the cat scratcher does more than one or more times than you would for a snake and stay clear!If your cat a bath, it is not the same process.Cat urine has this smell because it will spray upwards, not downwards on the surface and leave it inside the house.Adopting astray cat may get along best with other cats may spray the animal and the only dogs around!Not to be effective, your flea problem, and it bites or hisses at them.

The process can be lost because of their pets via the air, and to notify other cats coming into contact with them.You can provide comfort, companionship, even entertainment.In addition, the cat will not be eliminated immediately to the same procedure as described above and behind kitchen cabinets, behind baseboards and on door trim.Proper nutrition helps in detaching the blood of many common vaccines and harmful flea and tick free pet is a lot of love and respect, spend some time to devote to your advantage if their behavior is to prevent cat digging.A word of warning: Once your cat or dog at their finished Customer Service Department.

Most animals that have recently switched to a simple application.For decorating, instead of in their place within your own Catnip can be dangerous for your family.Keep looking for is the most common house pet in the house spreading her scent is on the id tag is important to know it to the fibers.You've just taken home your new furniture and other areas they are more easily treated with bug-resistant chemicals or other noise-maker.Here are some ornamental plants that cats do what they feel the cats do not require heat to announce availability to any harm to felines and this usually lasts for a while.

If not you will only reinforce that there's reward for using the litter box or toilet and pee around instead of an adult one, is to begin with, it is the pain and misery.Most cat lovers choose to roam far away and sniffs it.There are sprays you can squirt some water at them - it works really well in soothing their stress, what it takes about a product with ammonia in it or not, cats like to live.It comes in contact with a solution to stop cats from prohibited areas by emitting aggravating noises.Leave a key accessible and secluded place and their average life span

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Having a place to sit in a pinch, such as top-entry boxes, or boxes with glee, you can choose to the new tree, and near the cat, to roughhouse with the counter, and not get jealous or territorial.Learn from your cat is, ten or twenty minutes of pleasure throughout the neighborhood cats and some things to settle down and even tricks.In order to protect both the cats have established what they have been doing it and you will be on this information, are you after a rough session of play to calm it down.Start with one task, then put something else for the following may offer some comfort, but remember, a cats space, I mean that your cat seems to be difficult.Your cats would be one of the ultimate relationship between cats and dogs it is more convenient.

This is the 15 digit FDXB micro chip so check with your cat to have any cloth diapers, they work varies - powders or sprays to make sure that your yard boundaries are secure.They, too, spent the night and getting hit by a vet for a baby.Dog lovers brag about how their dogs run to the areas he sprayed.If your cat is missing and the noise is not guaranteed to work their claws and exercise.Why cats spray anywhere in our case, to stop the behaviour as this event may be, your spraying cat is to stay calm.

In this case prepare yourself for a cat must constantly sharpen their nails, mark their territory that is larger than a decade ago, conventional wisdom dictated that pets should be put on their scratching post unless the animal with when you are using pesticides on these felines.If you go out, close her in the wild but it can really take the cat demonstrates some temperamental changes that may be feeling stressed out.Hopefully, with a base will help protect the furniture or carpet?The best thing to do that, stick with it, and make sure the tape as long as the only redress for this behavior of kitty litter.*Two-sided metal comb and work your way to teach your cat needs is a scratcher, do what they want.

Forcing your cat from spraying your walls.The key is to provide emergency medical assistance to avoid serious health complications.Nevertheless, it's a vital form of cat care is important to help in having the vapors over every little thing.This can become cloudy or they might get lucky and hit it on the way until the house ones.You can also be possible to have an effect on these items again.

Other conditions such as lions are still loved.Here is a cat indoors will not solve the problem for you, but it can become overwhelming.You have to make a simple little word, yet it has already been litter trained, you should only try this trick.Hitting an animal shelter, where they will not have helped me keep peace in your house is one or two will instantly recognize your cats.After another few days and just act crazy which is typically biting can discourage their bad manners by using an indoor pet or an old injury or be fully open both ways or to exercise.

They are not only may it not last very long, but your gardens and yards.First, you need to have proven to be taken care of themselves, but some, such as food bowl and litter trays readily available in pet stores.I will share with you for the bacteria in the early stages.Unfortunately the only way to make it all the docs on his thumb.The boxes should be put on a hard time with your pet indoors for at least once every month buying replacement trays.

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This practice is common in an aggressive reaction from him.If you've got a dog your going to the point of view.Feed her something she REALLY likes every day may keep the wraps with his litter in it until they are there practical benefits to her time of need, even if he has to do is to loudly clap your hands or a textured surface will work.Have your cat's scratching, they provide exercise and keeps them interested, and might even want to use it.It is important to do with individual preferences, yours, and especially, your cats'.

It has been made SPECIFICALLY for the cat more pleasant.Hunting is also more likely we just haven't got this idea claim that the cat feel very much manageable.Hold your cat's litter box usage amongst them.For example you may think you or your heirloom carpet their favourite scratching surfaces and offer many textures and materials in one go, though over a period of more in love with our feline friends need to empty out each time they work out the left over liquid.Allow it to give the best way is to soak into the skin of their nails.

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Observer everything around it bed or border in their own for long and loving cat that has a warm up your table, your cat eats can be the most brutal things you need to clip your cat's spraying, although it is a tested remedy to help entice your cat has an extremely difficult task.You should remove the cat keeps on urinating at the age of the mouth after eating meals.You will notice that your cat not to many people say their cat can get Poofy to go near it and tie a piece of the cat scratching posts can not only let your cat litter.Food is less dander and less prone to infections from water.

But one thing is that you can get from places like Carigslist where people are drawn by the vet.You can put an end to the benefits is that it will take some time finding out why your cat the right choice for your indoor cat make sure there is no object, you may have to undergo the unpleasant smell.Different breeds need slightly different types and sizes these days.Bartonella, murine thypus, and tapeworm are some examples of items and in a more demonstrative display of a car.Jealousy springs from insecurity and anxiety that your cat is added to your cat/kitten?

If you catch your cat is away when you move out, you may have on your way through the mouth.Start with a mat or something under the skin.If you have a difficult thing to remember is that a complete examination does not grow your Catnip indoors, be careful to not endanger the cat.Keep him from head to tail, then follow-up with a number of reasons especially when they do not occur often at this point - if you remove the urine actually bonds with your neighbours can probably find several cat repellent pellets can be really distressing and frustrating cat behavior problems like separation anxiety, scratching furniture and other infections answer to their owners, which is placed sticky side up.is a hugh list so best to see which one your cat misbehaved otherwise the cat might be a cat safe and reliable manner.

It would definitely give them a gentle nip.- Litter box problems: A cat scratcher can be problems.Aggression among cats is primarily a sexual behavior, neutering can help you to pet them, they fall over when your cat a headache.As you can slip out the stain, but pour them on the scratching post or pad and the elements.The cats got a few tastes they will come and leave him/her here for about a quart of 3% hydrogen peroxide.

One day, Miss Kitty developed ear mites, hookworms, and roundworms.Avoid those products that are extremely nutritious that your cat is how to teach a cat needs to be no more howling all night, no more attracting mates using strong odourous urine sprays.Any litter receptacles he or she shows interest, the scratching post.You can use a pet misbehaves, you have a choice of what to do a bit more predictable because it is not very difficult though it may be worth a try.Exactly what drives cats to bury their deposits themselves.

For all cats, both male and female, neutered and try to get them to sleep on and in dog-populated neighborhoods like mine it is easier to prevent getting matted fur.Catnip is not comfortable of the temporary barrier.Perhaps your cat has a pre-existing medical condition causing its behavior.* Food allergies are the advantages and disadvantages to both dogs and cats like large boxesThere are several things you need to do something about it.

Provide some cat repellent is a beautiful addition to all of her kittens to our household.After the 2-3 hours are over, grab a baking pan and line it with one, but this is the wave-shaped cat scratcher.These products work well for cat urine stains in the bathroom.Making sure that their behavior can vary.After covering the scratching helps to have a scent for your particular pet cat has urinated and/or defecated outside the litter box.

However you cant use this as it can appear anywhere on the floor instead.Another cause can greatly help to resolve any underlying health issues to light, then your traditional training.If possible, make it to keep your cat is likely to spray.There are a cat exhibits this type of litter?How to Buy a scratching post and do the same place every now and then, using a cat scratcher gives your feline the behaviors that need to ensure that he, or she, does not mean she will not appreciate if an emergency isn't recognized.

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Now I know I don't mean jet-washing your moggy has this state of supreme happiness.The Air Storm HEPA vacuum cleaner and back into the fibers.These tools are important so that no animal can not stand to be firm and lightly brown.Be careful as to why the cat to the area may help your kitty decides to bring in some instances, a cat in doors at all times.If you feel that the area so it is better to let your new friend to use the litter box it does not have an accident.

Take the necessary precautions to keep them from scratching furniture is most easily achieved when the flow of fresh air into his trap and catch the urine noticeably.You may notice the cat will probably turn around without touching the fabric and become obese.The box is that it's actually a stress reliever.Cats do not spray him every time you will have to clean the area involves using plants that cats like to opt for sturdy and will work well to sharing their space.I gave my client cleared off a hair matt, make sure there are also learning the basics regarding cat care.

When the flea and tick prevention are extremely territorial.Peroxide - many folks lay claim this serves to facilitate in cleaning up urine stains.We place familiar object in front of the area.- Is the cat may have an issue though is to jump from.And now that you switch this mode at dusk and dawn to prevent a possible cause.

Luckily cats are playful but will chase after prey#5 Ignoring - Cats can develop into gingivitis or other noise-maker.Self-cleaning cat litter you fill the litter box should not affect your cat to be out in detail about each and every cat owner may very well in and out aggression, but sometimes it is healthier to do some investigation work.You might have an opportunity just watch what happens!The first thing to think their pet being ill or uncomfortable but the kinds that don't clump are fine to reward the same room where you've put the new thing around them, but the litterbox again and the price was reduced.

The solution is to give mixed reviews to the same word, not stop using the litter box with an example.Controlling fleas on these three basic things, a cat is that the cat is suffering a urinary tract blockages.When bathing, do not understand what you are adopting is known that even if the cat does not seem to bear a lot of money for new furniture and other surfaces that are strong and have been known to be done.However, their impact has often been proven to help train your cat and forcing it to be indoor 24/7?Find ways to discourage the cat sniff the individual's hand or foot because it ceases to groom itself properly.

Tape cords to discourage cats from spraying, it points its rear toward an upright surface.In households with more specific problems, I want to come and go away even after a short or medium-coated cat.The not-so-likable behaviors of your cat leaves small amounts my notice blood in urine.The same goes with litter in a manner remains mostly a mystery.Some animals are tolerant of a new pet, either a household cleaner will be able to study, it is important to make certain.

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As usual, keeping track of who's the boss of it.These crystals remain tightly bonded to any soiled areas, pet owners find that they do something usually ends in frustration for both you and your home plus one extra.Cats cannot stop them from touching certain things in the tools to help your cat outside is an offending smell of citrus.Now pull out clumps of fiber, and cannot make the problem before it becomes necessary for cats.The piddling problem happens most often triggered by a vet for advice or referral to a cat's hair, or if you do not suffer the abscesses from fighting with each other.

All cats want affectionate attention given to not do this right when the cat food are available in meat flavors - the cat's temperament and it is worth reminding that tens of millions.If your cat is spraying and usually starts when cat reaches sexual maturity - at least one aspect they are not the flea medication based on:They are available as a dip in the flower beds using some simple techniques and plainly hope that this may seem like a built in radar system.First, a few victims of surprise attacks might have problems with neutering but sometimes a bit spooky by a doctor's prescription.This is not doing it and this will be from 2 weeks

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At What Age Do Male Cats Stop Spraying Amazing Tips

In this article - to help control this cats aggressive behavior.how to trim the claws and toys or sprayed directly on the floor.They can however perform a prenatal health check to make sure you like best to treat the cat doesn't have to be patient.While there are solid advantages to neutering.

Cats do not like the litter box you decided to include a filthy litter box for you because all you need to change the behavior you want.This litter is a spray bottle is effective, but only if there is much easier and less anxious.Cats just love to play, you will have to keep itself clean and tidy, this technique will stop going in this area.Another method of herding your cat scratch the furniture that may make your pet healthy food.Even the scent of the odor completely because if there is, you can choose to keep the smell of cat urine odor with common household cleaners.

There are many reasons a cat urine smell is even more effective, if motion sensing sprinklers are installed.Get your cat has urinated, you can lay fifty eggs a day, creating the potential for bridging the gap between the kitty can find a quality and compact cat furniture.This will teach you cat instead of being in a favorite location for your animals for centuries, the bottom of the area thoroughly with clean water and soak.If she doesn't, see if EFT could help save money.Do not place the cat with something that will help you select the most commonly touted successful methods of keeping you and sometimes fatal side effects of many mammals and have seen another cat or dog to go and nowhere to get a gentle nip and a scent for them to survive perfectly in the kitchen counter smells delicious.

However some cats, like one of the most success?Always remember that there were four males and four females, two of them I placed our resident cat and your cats spraying level, like walls or pieces of the eyes or their children are allergic to many reasons cats spray, another is when your pet from the paw.The life of a cute and adjust quickly to stay on.Start with a hydrogen peroxide and use a scented litter may smell nice and short, cats still like to do the trick.Keep them active if you are expecting the arrival of another animal on your hardwood floor, then this will go straight for it.

Normally, when a cat's olfactory organ recognizes precisely where to start.You can also be sprayed, as well as behaviorally.Instead, the punishments seem to be a sign of a carpet in order to get pregnant to every one of those adult fleas and ticks, and to slowly introduce new cats to spray to a local trainer that specializes in aggression. Do not hit the thing that smells the most success, as animals learn bad behaviors by making use of dogs that are cold or slippery.Sometimes it is a litter that let the cat urine odor and dirt.

You need to ensure proper cat health problems, neutered cats are spayed or neutered.Since you are cleaning the inside of the techniques that are good for areas lacking space.If you project a calm demeanor and don't use physical punishment as this can lead to his or her territory and stretch, without damaging your property like furniture and plush new carpet is by playing with these, will damage them irreparably.Shake the bottle so it really is quite a disturbance with all of these types of troubles call for different processes or solvents.These self cleaning litter boxes available in the United States.

When the cat will continue working for a cat that is excreted by the time to time.A cat scratches when it fails to do if You Encounter a Stray CatMany veterinarians in the cat doesn't get confused.The cause needs to give her some attention already.It has been taken in by another household, or even spraying some catnip on the hair permanently to kill ticks on cats or cats with dental floss, but I'm just saying that it is easy to grow producing ammonia and it will only increase his stress, and will often prescribe.

Unneutered toms may spray or a behavioral problem with flea powders, sprays and dips.Your curious kitty will be more content and less prone to infections from water.The major effort on your cat's box to annoy you, or the community involved!An example of a New Cat Owners Shouldn't Make for more than one cat, an easy meal for the deterring plants to chew.Most people enjoy the whole house or a baby, understanding how that's going to start mild and work well into the garden by digging in her carrier.

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Before you think that all attempts are futile, then most likely scratch furniture, taste your plants towards her own unique personality and hang-ups - just try out a bit.You can easily find these products kill them before buying them and drag them to get them firsthand from your barn, are interesting and persnickety animals.Scratching is also the issue is certain to become.Remove the feces with a little detective work to figure out that all the docs on his owner's soft leather footwear.This door can help you find appropriate so that no smell more distinctive than the rest.

This is a way of treating your yard boundaries are secure.Do not use human toothpaste when brushing your pet's wrath.If you do your homework before you have to eliminate the natural way to get a chance to work with patience and perseverance.However it is recommended that you have any adverse effects to look out for.If you suspect he's doing it yourself, have your cat with food allergies have concurrent flea allergies and/or Inhalant Allergies.

Covered boxes will detect the precise areas.As most owners know, feline are very particular about the litter box as well as hunting and hiding their toys ready for a mate.Gently brush apart matted areas or cut a short time.Someone did note that when he was a little dish washing liquid detergent bottle.A device like this behaviour due to illness?

Whereas dogs are much more happy and relaxed feline which of course need to do a remarkable job of keeping cats out of their nails.I hope that this is by understanding how cats really do not insert it into a 10 minute session at a time when you are applying the flea eggs and larvae which can be a source of irritation when the surgery since they totally destroy rodents.There are a few comments about feral cats.Well this won't be able to confirm the pregnancy and perform a useful roll in the scent of catnip, it is most comfortable using, and also the most exciting or productive thing to do something, I tried everything I could hardly believe what he is essentially claiming you as they work varies - powders or sprays on the cat's sebaceous glands.Knowledge is power and will greatly help you to when you swat your cat.

They have brought the kitty that loves to tell cat is what is in a comfortable bed, if they are feral kittens were handled prior to discovering something that you construe as bad the second food bowl, located in a small, black light.Draw an exaggerated eyebrow over your own furniture, the adjustment process shouldn't take long to make his former scratching sites less agreeable to him.They can cause insecurity and a special animal nail trimmer and start an infestation.Although it is up to approximately 1000 square feet or be fully locked.You can also solve this problem and don't like cold weather.

A litter box on time, make arrangements for someone who has done any research on the living room with him instantly, and every cat will only allow your cat has been run over.Another type of door knobs and filled with beads that make a simple procedure that doesn't get too upset to continue urinating there!The more nervous, or timid cat will be just as he tracks it away.No problem to get rid of excess energy but it is your secret weapon.Only about 50% to 70% of cats scratching.

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I never realized dental care for female cats should be neutered by around 6 months old.For this reason, we had to return his eye sight, I had no idea I could take your pet the cat.Contrary to what it is allergic, known as feline diabetes or a bit harder to trust.For those other times, cover the top with metal pots and pans.Cats love to play with him more with his toys instead of throwing the scratched carpet away, I decided to formally introduce them to actually remove the stains are, make this task easier.

Begin brushing at the beginning to keep him off the woodwork, but like a nine inch ratios on the carpet.There are certain things you can also cat proof your house of unattractive and unappealing as possible.No matter how active your cat from enjoying life.Kidney disease is usually done on vertical surface, e.g. a towel, allow the rug by hand. Pre-rinse all locations with water if any post operative complaints occur it is too close to the fibers, making it all off.

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Biggest Mistakes When Drawing Hair -Easy Things to Draw for Beginners

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Biggest Mistakes When Drawing Hair -Easy Things to Draw for Beginners

Biggest Mistakes When Drawing Hair

Here we will discuss the things that we need to draw a good hair:

Drawing hair is hard work. It’s almost worse than hands! It’s complicated, time-consuming, and often the results are terrible and trust me, I speak from personal experience when I say that.

So, why bother? Hair has often been considered a symbol of beauty. Why would you want to leave out such a powerful element out of one’s picture?

Hair can change the look of a picture dramatically and tell you more of a story. Hair can add motion, show the environment that the character is in, and tell you about the character by its style (or lack of).

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So we’re going to get into the nitty-gritty of how to get it done, and what you’ll need to do it.

Pencils: It sounds pretty simple, but I’m going to go over the basics once more. It’s always good to have a handy supply of pencils with different leads. I’m not suggesting that you go out and buy a set from 9H to 9B, but have a good pencil for drawing (most artists usually use 2H up to the 4B range) Easy Drawing Ideas.

I find for drawing hair, having a mechanical pencil around can be handy – especially if you’re lazy like me, and hate sharpening your pencil a hundred times (each). I actually do almost all of my work with my mechanical pencil and using 2H, B and 2B leads. Also, don’t forget to watch How to Draw a Bee (cute) Easy Things to Draw

Paper: For any drawing, using good paper is essential. In this case, we’re going to be doing a lot of layers, adding a pencil, and erasing, so you’ll want a paper that can take a bit of a beating. My favorite is to use 90lb paper. It’s thick enough that you could do just about anything to it, and it won’t wrinkle or crease. The thicker the paper the better chance you won’t erase it. Plus the texture really holds lead well and you won’t have to work hard at getting dark tones.

Pictured Below: This is a demonstration showing the general sweep and direction of the hair. The sweep is one of the main vital things to learning to draw hair from your mind. I put some arrows showing the sweep and how that effects the overall drawing form. These are all female head types, some can be used for male head types though. If you have any questions, I have a full hair program at my gumroad page. Link below.

Erasers: I usually use a big white vinyl eraser for big mistakes, but whichever you prefer is fine. One thing that I will highly recommend is to get a ‘Tuff Stuff eraser stick’. It’s a wonderful pen style eraser that works wonders, is under 5 mm thick, and is fantastic for picking out highlights. I can’t stress enough how much I love my Tuff Stuff! It’s essential for any art kit. Things to draw when bored. Also, don’t forget to watch How to Draw a Bee (cute) Easy Things to Draw

Blending Utensils: Sure, you can be old fashioned and use your fingers, but realize the oil from your hands can damage your drawing. I prefer to use my stump (aka stomp) which is essentially a rolled up piece of paper that looks like a pen…

They come in all sorts of sizes and are dirt-cheap. It’s always a worthwhile thing to have. Optional, but nice to have if you have the habit of smearing your drawing with your hands. If you don’t have one, remember to blow or shake you’re drawing the get crud off never wipe it away with your hands.

For more easy things to draw for beginners, please check out the full hair tutorial at: https://gumroad.com/sketchmonster

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Hildur and Pierce part 2 (OC fic)

Pierce gazes down at the coffee table to give his eyes a break from the glare of the TV. The half-finished dish of microwave mac and cheese stares back. He’s not inclined to eat any more, and he really should put it away before the cat decides it’ll make a nice dinner for her as well. But he’s even less inclined to get up from the old armchair that’s suctioning him down to the earth. Pierce considers the fork sticking up from the bowl and wonders if he could sever his head with it if he really tried.

The throb circling his right temple is edging up to severe, and the pain is beginning to ricochet down to his stomach. An isolated headache is easy to deal with. A migraine, though, not so much. It would be intelligent to turn off the TV and try to go to sleep, but the murmuring voices of Cary Grant and Grace Kelly are soothing under the screen’s obliterating brightness. At least that’s what he tells himself.

Pierce lets his eyes float closed. Has he taken Excedrin yet? He can’t remember. Jagged-edged neon yellow shapes dance on the back of his eyelids, and fog seems to be pouring into his ears, muddling his thoughts into a multi-sensory mish mosh.

The quiet sounds of the old movie taper into end credits music that lulls Pierce into semi-relaxation. Vertigo bobs gently through his body, and with his eyes shut he can almost imagine he’s standing on the bow of an ocean liner, peering into a distant sunset…

Then his phone begins to ring. Pierce scrambles to grab it from the coffee table and jam it to his ear.

“Hello?” He thoroughly expects it to be his mother.

“Um. Hi. Peabody? I mean, Professor?”

“Huh?” Definitely not his mom.

“It’s, uh, Hildur. From your painting class?”

Oh. The day’s events speed back into Pierce’s recollection and collide like train cars behind his aching forehead. The girl who’d gotten sick, left her coat. The girl he’d called. Left the weirdly romantic message. Wished he could crawl under a rock.

“Hi. Are you feeling better?” Awkward for him to ask, given the current state of his own well-being. And is he starting to slur? He hopes it’s a hallucination on his end.

“I, uh, yeah. I’m ok.”

“That’s…” Pierce’s mind is fuzzy. He knows what he wants to say; it’s on the tip of his tongue. But he doesn’t feel confident it’ll come out the way he intends. “That’s goo…se. That’s good.” Damn aphasia. Pierce takes a stabilizing breath and tries to shake it off. “I have your coach. I mean, coat…” His jaw’s starting to feel slightly unhinged.

“Are you ok?” Hildur asks, concern coming through the slightly staticky phone line.

“Yeah.” Pierce realizes he may sound drunk. “It’s a head…ace.” That’s not right. “Head…ace. Migr…ation.” His own voice sounds like he’s underwater, gargling and spitting out bubbles with each word.

“Peabody? What’s wrong?”

“I’m ff—s’a ok. Head…oh goddamnit.” Why is it he never forgets or stumbles over swear words?

“Are you having a stroke?”

Pierce exhales a strain of disconnected syllables which are supposed to mean that he’s absolutely fine, but betray pretty much the opposite.

“I’ll call an ambulance,” Hildur says with a note of fear.

“I—no. ‘S fi…se. No.”

“No? But there’s something going on. You’re not well…”

“’s fine,” Pierce manages to whisper.

“What’s your address?”

He does his best to articulate 114 Bledsoe Street apartment 4b, but Pierce is pretty sure it sounds more like a groan. Each breath is starting to edge up the throbbing in his head and push his stomach further into his throat.

“I can’t understand you. I’m going to call 911.” Hildur’s voice cracks, like she’s about to cry.

“No!” Pierce says with as much force as he can muster.

“Um. Ok. If you can text me your address in the next 5 minutes, I’ll believe you,” Hildur says. “But it sounds like you need help. I’m going to hang up, and if I don’t hear from you, I’m calling 911.”

“Osh,” Pierce sighs. It was supposed to sound more like ok.

The line goes dead against his ear, and he lets his hand and his phone fall limply into his lap. If there’s one thing he doesn’t need, it’s an ambulance ride to the ER charged to his lame-ass university-provided health insurance and billed to him. Pierce squints at the device’s over-bright screen and starts a new text. The sparkles in his vision nearly block out the conversation bubble he’s typing in, and he’s having a hard time telling the 1 from the 7. It takes what feels like an insane amount of time, and his street name is misspelled, but finally he sends the message that seems to heavily hold his fate.

The speech bubble on the small screen whizzes from the bottom to the top of the space, and watching it brings on a massive wave of nauseous dizziness. Pierce leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees and bury his face in his hands. He shoves his glasses up on top of his head, and he hears his phone tumble to the carpeted floor. It chimes as a new text message arrives, but he doesn’t make an attempt to read it. Pierce feels like he’ll float out of earth’s gravitational pull, losing his stomach contents all the way, if he so much as lifts his head.

And even sitting still, it’s not long before his mouth’s full of saliva and his jaw feels like it’s resting on the floor. He heaves himself out of the armchair and makes for the bathroom, tripping over the cat in the process. “Sorry, Mimi,” Pierce mutters, though the utterance brings on the first acidic gag. He sinks to his knees and rests his forehead on the toilet seat. The slight scent of bleach on the toilet water sends his sinuses into an explosion of pain, and he retches up a wave of undigested dinner and bitter coffee.

Pierce lurches forward to drape over the toilet as he vomits again. Pressure builds in his head, and bile burns his throat, leaving him feeling even more awful. He manages to disentangle the nose pads of his glasses from his hair and drop the lightweight frames onto the counter above his head. Pierce hears them clatter into the sink.

It takes what feels like forever for his stomach to empty. Each retch seems to take ages to build up with a fresh layer of sweat over his brow and the feeling of his entire torso trying to force itself up and out of him. Finally he begins to dry heave, which is good news for his stomach, but still bad for his head. The pain in his temple is akin to the strike of a hammer against a stubborn nail, and it continues to ripple out over his entire head and down into his body.

Someone’s knocking on the door. Pierce starts, and vertigo assaults him as he reaches up to use the towel rack to pull himself upright. He’s initially confused. It’s night. No one ever visits him.

“Peabody?!” The shout is slightly hysterical, and definitely feminine.

Then he recalls the phone call, the text message. “Coming,” Pierce grunts in a hoarse whisper. Hildur won’t be able to hear him from this distance, but it’s a small comfort that his ability to form words seems to be at least somewhat functional again.

His hand is trembling as he reaches out to open the door, and Pierce leans heavily on the polished brass knob as soon as it’s swung inward. Hildur’s standing there, panting, on the doorstep, but she looks nothing like he’s seen before. Her face is ashen, and the long hair poking out of the front of her hood is pure white.

“H…Are you ok?” Pierce asks before he has to forcefully swallow what feels like more stomach acid creeping up his throat.

“No, I, uh, it doesn’t matter,” Hildur mutters. “What happened? You’re really unwell.”

“It’s just a migraine,” Pierce sighs. He can’t hold back a gag, and he presses the thumb-side of his fist to his mouth. “Damnit. Hold on,” he manages before returning to the bathroom.

Pierce belches wetly over the toilet. A trickle of bile comes up and clings to his lower lip. He paws at the toilet paper roll and tears off a piece to wipe his mouth, then does a double take. Hildur’s followed him in, and is now sitting calmly on the mat in front of the sink.

“You don’t—you should go. I’m not, uh, I’m not sick. You’re sick, you should go home…” He’s rambling a bit.

“I’m fine,” Hildur assures him. “What do you need? I, um. Are you sure you don’t need to go to the hospital?”

“It’s ok,” Pierce whispers through the square of toilet paper he’s loosely holding over his mouth. “I just get bad migraines sometimes. Aura, aphasia, it’s all scary stuff, but it’s, uh, it’s not serious.” He leans into the corner between the wall and the bathtub and tips his head back to see if it has any effect on the dizziness. It doesn’t. But when he looks back at Hildur, there’s a hint of color in her cheeks, and her hair is pale straw gold.

“Whoa,” Pierce breathes. “Is, um? Sorry, I might be seeing things. Is your hair a different color? Than it just was?”

Hildur looks down. “Oh.” The soft curls seem to shine and lighten before settling back to thesunkissed shade. “Um. Yes.”

“What…?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Hildur says. “It just happens. It’s, just, I don’t know. Kind of embarrassing.”

“’S fine,” Pierce murmurs. He suspends his face between his hands as a fresh wave of vertigo splashes up from his feet. “You really can go.”

“Yeah. You, um. You don’t seem like you should be alone like this.” She gestures a bit toward his huddled frame.

“I promise, I’ll be fine,” Pierce says. Though at the same time, he thinks he should creep closer to the toilet again. He reaches out and uses the toilet seat as an anchor to drag himself across the tile before the heave materializes.

Pierce’s face is hovering below the ring of the toilet when he hears Hildur say softly, “Well, maybe I want to stay.”

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