#curly hair tinsel

[herbiar]

Twinkle Tresses: Ultimate Curly Hair Tinsel

Introduction:

Curly hair can inspire countless creative endeavors, from trying out novel hairstyles to adding quirky accessories. Curly hair tinsel is a fun and fashionable way to add a little glitz and shine. Those who wish to add some pizazz to their curls have come to love this dazzling item. We'll go over what curly hair glitz is, how to use it, and how to take care of it so your curls stay stunning in this article.

Curly Hair bling: What Is It?

You can add curly hair tinsel, a decorative strand of fine, shimmering material, to your wavy to give them a little glitter. In contrast to conventional hair ornaments, tinsel is made to perfectly match your natural curls, giving the impression that your hair is glowing from within. You can find the ideal complement for your particular style because the bling usually comes in a variety of colors and lengths.

Curly hair bling is typically made of a metallic thread that is lightweight and reflects light brilliantly, giving your hair an ethereal radiance. Because of its versatility and ease of use, it's a well-liked option for people who want to glam up their regular outfits or special occasions.

Why Select 'Glitziness’ for Frizzy Hair?

Tinseling up your curls can improve your hairdo in a number of ways:

1. Immediately Glamorous

Tinsel may easily and quickly change the way you look by adding a glitzy or celebratory touch with little work. Curly hair ritzy is an effortless way to stand out, whether you're getting ready for a party or just want to add some sparkle to your everyday look.

2. Adaptability

Bling for crimped hair is adaptable and works well in a variety of looks. It can be layered through your hair, added to certain or used as an accent in braids and Updos. Because of its adaptability, you can express your creativity and try out numerous looks.

3. Insufficient Dedication

Tinsel is a transient accessory, as opposed to permanent hair tints or extensions. Thus, you can take advantage of the sparkle without committing to anything long-term. When you're ready for a change or want to go back to your natural appearance, it's simple to take off.

4. Simple to Use

Glitters for curly hair are easy to apply, so both beginners and experienced hair enthusiasts can use it. You don't need expert assistance to add a little shine to your curls—just follow these easy procedures.

How to Apply Tinsel to Curly Hair?

Tinsel for curly hair can be applied in a few simple steps. Here's a quick start guide to get you going:

1. Assemble Your Materials

You will require the following things:

Twirl hair tinsel in the color of your choice

a comb with tiny teeth

Hair ties (not required)

A little pair of scissors

2. Get Your Hair Ready

Start with dry, clean hair. Make sure your crimpy are completely dry before adding ritzy if they were just washed. By doing this, the tinsel is certain to adhere correctly and endure longer.

3. Divide Your Hair

Section your hair into small portions to facilitate application. If required, divide parts using hair clips. This guarantees even tinsel distribution and lets you concentrate on one area at a time.

4. Trim the Glitter

Cut the tinsel into short, controllable pieces. Generally, 6 to 12 inch sections are ideal, but you can change the length according to your tastes and hair length.

5.  Include the tinsel

Gently cover a tiny portion of hair with a piece of tinsel. Gently work the tinsel into the hair with a comb with fine teeth. You can temporarily hold the tinsel in place with a hair clip if you'd like a more secure hold.

6. Fasten the Swank

After the tinsel is where you want it, use a hair clip to gently pin it in place or just comb it into the curls. Make sure the swank is spaced evenly, then reposition as necessary.

7.  Iterate

Make sure the bling is distributed evenly throughout the remainder of your hair by repeating this technique. Glitters can be applied to individual curls or dispersed across the entirety of your haircut.

8. The desired style

You are free to arrange your hair however you like after applying the tinsel. Your frizzy will have a sparkling effect from the tinsel, which will improve your entire appearance.

Advice for Caring for Curly Hair Glitziness

To maintain the best-looking tinsel for your curly hair, adhere to these easy guidelines:

1. Refrain from Overheating

The ritzy may get damaged by hot styling appliances like straighteners and curling irons. Try to keep the tinsel out of direct touch with your hair if you must use heat on it, or take it off before styling.

2. Mild Cleaning

Be careful not to damage the glitter when washing your hair. Use a gentle shampoo instead of harsh scrubbing to keep the tinsel from coming loose.

3. Continual Upkeep

Make sure the glitz is still firmly in place by checking it frequently. Reapply as necessary if you see any pieces that have come free.

4. Retention

Keep your tinsel somewhere dry and cool when not in use. To keep it in good shape, keep it out of the direct sun and rain.

Inventive Ways to Use swankiness for Curly Hair

Beyond just applying it, you may add tinsel to your curly hairstyles in a variety of inventive ways:

1. Holiday Hairstyles

Swank can be used as an Updos for special events like weddings or holiday gatherings. It can add a glitzy touch that is ideal for formal occasions.

2. Ribbon Braids

Tie ritzy into braids to create a subtle yet striking appearance. As you move, the tinsel will catch the light and give shine.

3. Emphasizing Particular wavy

Use tinsel to draw attention to particular curls for a more concentrated look. This can produce a lively and energetic effect, which is particularly useful if you want to aim for a whimsical or entertaining look.

4. Combining Colors

Don't be scared to combine various glitter hues. This may produce a vivid, multifaceted look that accentuates your crimpy inherent beauty.

In summary

A fun and adaptable addition that may give your hairstyle a dash of sparkle and excitement is curly hair tinsel. This is a great method to try out different looks and add some flare to your curls with little effort because of how simple it is to apply and how temporary it is. Frizzy hair tinsel is a brilliant answer, whether you're getting ready for a big occasion or just want to liven up your regular look. So feel free to add some glitter to your curls and take pleasure in the brightness and sheen!

[deadlysweettttt]

the feminine urge to put pink tinsel in my hair is very high rn

[meetmymouth]

plssss i need a blurb about thea seeing that bald ass head

from the series theadora

“What are you doing?”

Harry looks absolutely ridiculous.

Sitting on the sofa, a mug in hand as he scrolls on his phone with the other.

Seeing only his torso, and the hands were not a reason to call him out on his bullshit, though. What angered her—perhaps, for no reason—was the fact that he’d been home for about four hours, and in that four hours, Harry has not taken his beanie off.

So, she thinks, yes—he looks absolutely ridiculous with the beanie still on his head.

“What?” He looks up, eyebrows furrowed.

The hat matches the pink lights on their Christmas tree, and she so badly wants him to take it off to see whether the flickering lights would reflect on his head that lacked a significant amount of hair now or not.

“Take that thing off for the love of God, Harry, you’ve been home for hours.”

“I feel… self conscious.”

“You can’t be serious, I’ve caught you taking multiple selfies,” she rubs her eyes, and walks towards him. She sits next to him, one leg tucked under the other, arm finding his body to hug him from the side. “Are you… serious?”

Harry bites his bottom lip. “Okay, maybe not. It’s just hair. I don’t care. I just.”

“What is it?”

“Teddy hasn’t seen it—”

“Well, I wonder why. Your bald head must be so hot under that thing,” she snorts, biting his shoulder over the t-shirt.

Harry gasps, almost spilling his tea. He puts it on the coffee table, hand already finding her hip to pinch the skin. “Stop being mean. I’m not bald.”

“Just take it off, please. She’ll find it cute. Camp.”

“Camp?” He repeats, tone incredulous and hesitant. “Fuck off.”

“Harry.”

He lets out a sigh, and leans his head on her head, her hair tickling the side of his face. He smiles for a moment, the stillness of the room making him feel warm.

“I love you,” she starts, hand creeping under his t-shirt. She stops when it reaches his neck. “But you need to take it off. I mean, what’s your plan, hm?”

“Well.”

“Didn’t think that one through, did you?”

They turn their heads at the same time when they hear Theadora’s small footsteps.

She enters the living room, a pink, glittery tinsel around her neck, mouth supporting a frown.

“The tree in my room is so small,” she walks over to them, and grabs Harry’s hand, putting it on the arm of the sofa. She gets on his lap, but not before giving her mum a bored look. “You told me I could have a tree in my room, too.”

She nods. “I did. And you do. We bought you one.”

“What’s wrong with it?” Harry strokes the side of her face, fingers delicately playing with her curls.

“Too small, I said it one minute ago. Because it is small,” she gives a curt nod. “Tinsel does not cover it all the way.”

“Do you mean the tinsel is big for your tree?” Harry suggests.

Theadora looks up at him, eyes narrowed. “It’s not even a tree. It’s a… tr. It’s so, so small I don’t like it.”

“Teddy we have a massive Christmas tree down here.”

“Why are you wearing a winter hat,” she changes the subject, but before they can give her an answer, her small hands reach for the hat, and it slides off of his head.

They both gasp, Theadora howls.

“What have you done, daddy!” She closes her mouth with her hands.

“I… cut my hair, T,” Harry rubs his eyes, clearly feeling nervous.

It’s silent for a while, before Theadora speaks again.

“With scissors?”

“Ah,” Harry lets out a defeated laugh. “No—”

“Did you do it or mum?”

“A hairdresser.”

She gulps. They both watch her in silence.

“Okay.”

Harry’s gaze finds hers momentarily before turning back to the child. “You like it?”

“I guess but do you like it? Are you sad? Because your hair was kinda curly like mine,” she flinches at her own words before turning to her mum. “I am not cutting my hair.”

They both laugh, and Harry presses a kiss on her small hands.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Teddy,” Harry murmurs, hands stroking her small ones in his. “Do you like it, though— really?”

“I do, I think. We won’t be able to put hair clips now but I guess if you’re happy.”

Harry bites his lips so that he doesn’t cry at the pureness of the interaction.

“I love you, Teddy.”

“I love you, too, daddy. Your head looks nice, I promise you.”

Harry laughs, unaware of the loving gaze directed at them both.

“What about my hair?”

Theadora doesn’t look impressed by the question.

“Can we get a bigger Christmas tree for my room now, please?”

[sneeb-canons]

Heart is the only one out of HMS that I would not put in a ponytail. It Does Not Suit Him. The best thing for him would be a nice detangling to take care of his Unkempt Rat's Nest and a good conditioning. Bonus points if conditioner is vanilla scented. Make his hair Shiny and Pretty and emphasize all his curls. His hair should be free to move and be voluminous and full. He may also look cute with a sort of Braid Crown using the top half of his hair and the rest of it loose.

Mind on the other hand would look stunning with his hair slicked back in a ponytail. Condition his hair too. I feel like something cedar wood scented would suit him. Or coconut if I had to choose a sweeter scent. Braid a section of his hair on either side of his head and pull them back into his ponytail, tied just loose enough to see the curl pattern against his head. Leave him a section of bangs in the front and possibly on the sides or behind his ears. He would probably have a centered pony or one closer to the nape of his neck and not opt for the high ponytail. It'd give him a headache.

Soul? Style him however you want. I feel like he would prefer looser styles with less Work put into the actual management of his hair and more emphasis on Fun and Color and whatever style phase he's in. Give him beads. Give him hairclips. Give him hair chalk. Give him extensions. Give him tinsel. If anything, I'd put time into emphasizing the texture of his hair. He would enjoy defined curls. Give him curl butter. Something fruit scented, but not overwhelming.

These have been my hairstyle-related HMS headcanons. Sincerely, a man who once had long, curly hair.

Headcanon #486

[abiiors]

under the mistletoe 🎄// ross macdonald x reader (pt 2 of 2)

twelve days of christmas - day 3

a/n: best friends to lovers? no. it's idiots to lovers. this is also part 2 of secret santa cw: kissing, alcohol, very tame and cheesy. there might be typos... wc: 3k

a cheer cuts through the chatter in the room and ross finds himself standing under a mistletoe, liv first in his arms, then standing on her toes and then they’re kissing—sweet, long kisses that make him smile despite the butterflies in his stomach. 

butterflies that should have been a result of the kiss. instead, it feels more like a swarm of bees buzzing in his chest from anticipation. 

ross doesn’t expect to be this nervous. more than that, he doesn’t expect to pull away from the kiss before she does. even when liv looks at him with slight concern. 

he certainly doesn’t expect himself to be so hung up on secret santa. he has bought plenty of gifts for people he cares about before! good ones too; sure, he’s no pro at gift giving but he’s not entirely hopeless. but this time he simply cannot afford to mess up. not when it took him two turns to get the name he really wanted. 

everyone looks festive in some shade of red or green on white—and one silver but charli really pulls it off. liv has a beautiful green velvet dress on, her curly hair piled on top of her head and gold hoops dangling from her ears. liv looks stunning!

it’s her that really takes his breath away—the girl who’s been his best friend for over a decade now. the girl who now stares at him with a tight smile on her face, cheering almost on autopilot with the rest of his friends. she’s in a classic red slip dress and matching red lipstick that contrasts her skin so perfectly that ross almost feels guilty for staring at her longer than necessary. he’s right next to his girlfriend for fucks sake. he needs to focus!

the excitement in the room is off the charts! everyone’s buzzing to get to the main event—the secret santa gifts—and he feels a tiny pit of nervousness at the centre of all his enthusiasm. what if she doesn’t like his gift? what if it’s something she already has or something that’s too personal… too intimate. 

liv breaks his little spiral. 

“you alright?” she slides onto his lap with an easy smile and pecks him softly. 

“yeah, just excited about the gifts! i wonder who got my name.” even with her on his thigh ross can’t stop his knee from bouncing up and down. the weird mixture of anticipation and butterflies is something he’s rarely felt before—not since… well not since her last birthday when he’d gotten her two tickets to the play she’d been dying to go to. 

(if he’s being honest it was not since she’d asked him if he’d like to go with her.)

“me too!” liv beams and it’s as if that’s matty’s cue to announce that they can all finally, finally move to the living room.

the living room is adorned with twinkling lights and tinsel, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere. a decently sized pile of gifts sits under the pretty tree—the current object of everyone’s interest. his nervousness aside, ross feels as giddy as the others do, still like a child on christmas morning about to get the long anticipated pokemon card collection. 

matty gets to the pile and starts calling out names one after the other. 

ross is barely even listening—his mind races with a million different possibilities. what if it’s a shit gift? what if she doesn’t like it or has something similar or doesn’t get the significance of it?

what if she thinks he put no thought into it?

he’s barely even listening when polly coos over the “cutest jumper ever!” or when george cackles over his gag gift or when matty almost goes misty eyed over the vintage book. 

he only snaps out of it when matty calls out her name and envelopes her in a hug. 

“it’s perfect,” he sniffles and ross burns with envy.

not envious of matty. never envious of matty but… a tiny, irrational part of him wishes she were his secret santa instead. that she spent days thinking about him, obsessing over finding the perfect gift just like he had. 

that maybe she spent her nights in bed, wondering a thousand times over if her gift would make him smile (it would, ross thinks. she could get him a £10 bottle of wine and he would still cherish it dearly.)

“ross!” matty calls out and he startles a little. 

matty looks at him with a slightly puzzled expression and wiggles a neatly wrapped gift in front of him. it’s square and thin with a small note attached to it.

he recognises it instantly—a handwriting he’s only recently come to know as liv’s. 

liv. his girlfriend. his secret santa. 

and he’s an awful, awful boyfriend for the feeling of disappointment that rises in him.

his fingers move deftly, tearing apart the wrapping paper until the gift inside becomes visible. the first thing he registers is the word “untitled” printed front and centre in big bold letters. and below it: “divine connection: the last unreleased album”. it dawns on him slowly—the band, their band. the last album from their band. just his and hers. and on autopilot, his gaze snaps up to her.

“ross?”

for the second time that evening liv’s voice cuts through his spiral and he turns around to see her standing at the door to the balcony with a half-drunk champagne flute in her hands. she’s beautiful, he thinks. she’s always been stunning but his heart doesn’t skip a beat when he looks at her. 

“can we talk?” she walks in and stands next to him, shoulders brushing with his. it’s a cold night. it’s silly being outside but he’s in a weird mood. he even kinda prefers it here. 

“yeah of course,” he clears his throat and tries to appear casual. 

“did you like your gift?”

“i did. it was… it was perfect.” at least that much is true. at least that much he can say with 100% certainty. “thank you. really, i mean it.”

“i know you do.”

for a minute she doesn’t say anything but her eyes roam over his face—a scruitinising sort of a look that makes him want to shy away. she’s never been particularly intense but in the few weeks he’s known liv, she’s had a way of guessing his little tells. it takes everything in him to not look away. 

still, he closes his eyes for a minute. 

the scene is still so fresh in his mind—ross opening the gift and looking up. ross staring at her and not liv. ross murmuring “thank you. it’s perfect.” and smiling at her before he even remembered that the gift was supposed to be from liv. 

ross only looks at her, his best friend. and she can’t seem to meet his gaze. 

liv clears her throat and brings him back to the present. she takes another swig of her champagne and offers him the glass. ross studies her lipstick smudge on the rim and accepts the drink gratefully. 

“you’re in love with her, aren’t you?” 

a second sooner and he would have choked on the drink or done a spit-take like a fucking idiot but the question leaves him so speechless that he almost drops the glass. 

“who?”

“don’t play dumb now.” her tone’s a bit sharp but her words aren’t unkind and the thought of being scolded like that makes him blush slightly and straighten up. 

he’s about to speak when she continues. 

“i see how you look at her—how you looked at her when you opened the gift i gave you. you knew it wasn’t from me didn’t you?”

wordlessly, he nods his head. 

“you knew i didn’t think of it. you were right though. i didn’t. i went to her because she’s you best friend.”

“and she told you about the band?”

liv clicks her tongue. “she handed me the record. turns out she had you for secret santa before we picked the names again.”

“oh…”

there’s another beat of loaded silence in which he struggles to maintain eye contact with her and not feel like an utterly shit boyfriend. 

“liv i—”

“i know,” she smiles briefly. “but you can’t string me along, babe. look i like you a lot. i really do and i know… i know you told me you were trying to move on from someone but i assumed that was a past relationship. i didn’t realise you were talking about…your best friend.”

“i’m sorry,” he shakes his head. “i really am. i know that was shitty of me.”

“it was a little.”

none of them speak for a few minutes. ross looks at her champagne again, wishing he’d had a drink with him for this conversation. or maybe not—maybe a clearer head is what he needs. he is getting dumped, after all. 

and yet… there’s no sadness. just a faint sense of disappointment. 

“so this is it i guess?”

in one gulp liv finishes the rest of her champagne and nods. “yeah. this is it. for what it’s worth ross… i have no hard feelings.”

this time when she smiles at him, it’s open and sincere. much to his relief, it’s friendly. liv stands on her toes and presses a kiss to his cheek. it’s chaste and quick—a goodbye, one that he returns by hugging her tightly. 

liv pauses at the threshold just as she’s leaving. 

“why don’t you tell her?”

ross shakes his head in disappointment and feels the familiar ache settle bone deep. the night suddenly seems so much colder than before—no longer the cosy kind that makes you want to snuggle up with a loved one. this feels sharp and biting. 

“can’t,” he shrugs, “i don’t want to ruin years’ worth of friendship.”

he expects liv to understand that. it’s a perfectly normal sentiment—to love someone enough that you’d rather have some of them than none of them. but she just shakes her head at him. 

“wow…” liv sighs, “for a man so smart… you really are fucking dumb.”

and then she leaves him on the balcony, shivering and confused. 

by the time he gets inside, there’s a lull in the party. everyone’s either drunk or loved up or both. well, maybe not everyone. 

ross finds her huddled in front of the fireplace, absently staring at her wrist. at the pearl bracelet he got for her.

a near-perfect match to her beloved pearl necklace from her grandmother.

the fire casts a warm, golden glow on her—on her hair and the curve of her shoulder, the hollow of her throat, and down her chest. he stands transfixed at the threshold, waiting for something to happen. 

maybe matty (passed out on the sofa) will wake up if he moves or polly might need something from him or george and charli might see them and he loves his friends but they have barely any concept of personal space after all these years. maybe he could just do it tomorrow when he’s not half-drunk, half-sober, and fully freaking out. 

“ross?”

too late to hide now. 

“why are you stood there? come on! it’s so cold!” she opens up her blanket cocoon—an invitation for him to join. 

ross, startled by her voice, stumbles into the room. his cheeks flush with embarrassment and he clears his throat, trying to mask the awkwardness that has suddenly enveloped him. 

fuck! she’s pretty. and yes he thinks that every single time he looks at her but it’s moments like these that really hit him like a gut punch. 

liv’s words echo in his mind over and over again. for a man so smart… you really are fucking dumb. was she trying to say what he thinks she was? or is he just delusional and projecting his own feelings onto her. 

her body is soft and warm when ross settles next to her, pulling her into his side and tucking her head under his chin. 

“you were deep in thought.” ross teases a bit, not ready to broach anything serious just yet. what he really wants to ask is about the record—how she’d somehow known his perfect gift before he figured it out himself. 

“just thinking about how good i am at gift giving,” she teases back. “matty was ecstatic.”

she's right but he can’t help but find a different meaning in her words. 

“that you are,” ross murmurs in her hair, resisting the urge to press a little kiss there. it’s too much for him—this intimacy. something like that might just tip him over the edge. 

for a while she doesn’t say anything and ross wonders if she’s fallen asleep. it’s quite late and they’re quite cosy, it won’t be the first time she's fallen asleep on him. maybe, if she is asleep, he might even press that kiss onto her head after all. 

“liv’s not here?” her voice breaks his train of thought. it’s not teasing anymore—she sounds neutral and controlled and… and like she’s trying not to pry. 

“we broke up.”

“what?!”

she almost shrieks and matty stirs slightly but goes back to sleeping again. ross feels guilty for just dumping it on her without any context. 

“i’m so sorry,” she says before he has a chance to speak. “fuck, at a christmas party too! that sucks, love. are you alright?”

“it wasn’t like that. it was…” this is it, he thinks. his one chance to get it right. “i’m perfectly fine. i’m… i’m better than fine. it’s… well she–you… fuck okay!”

he cheeks grow warm. it’s worse now that she’s properly looking at his now, her face a mixture of concern and curiosity; that she’s now an attentive audience to his pathetic flustered words. 

“let me…” he takes a big deep breath and squares his shoulders. “okay. let me get this right. for the next, i don’t know, two minutes, you aren’t allowed to speak, okay? okay. so! liv and i talked.” the skepticism on her face grows and ross tries not to let it deter him. “the gift, the record—”

“was it not good?”

“oi! no speaking, remember? two minutes.” ross scolds lightly and almost laughs at her sheepish face. “as i was saying, the record. it wasn’t her idea, was it? i asked her how she knew and she told me you gave it to her. for me! why didn’t you… why didn’t you give it to me yourself?”

for all her talking a moment ago, now she seems speechless. so much so that she can barely meet his eyes. 

“it was a lovely gift, darling. maybe even one of the best and… i just want to know why, that’s all.”

her cheeks flush a subtle shade of pink, and she fidgets with the edge of the blanket. “i guess i wanted you to have something meaningful without making things awkward. i’d already bought the gift and i didn't want to complicate our friendship with something that felt so… personal, especially with liv being in the picture. and…fuck! if that’s what made you break up, i’m so sorry, i—"

“it didn’t,” he cuts her off firmly. ross can’t help but notice the small details of her face then—the tiny smudges of mascara from no doubt when she sleepily rubbed her eyes, the glitter on her eyelids reflecting the firelight. her big, beautiful eyes and dilated pupils. 

her slightly smudged lipstick…

fuck, it’s the tiny lipstick smudge on the corner of her lips that makes him lose his ability to think straight.

“we broke up because… well there’s someone else,” he speaks in a low volume. subconsciously, she leans forward. 

“someone else?”

the room falls into a heavy silence, broken only by the crackling fire. she waits, her eyes searching his face for any sign that he's joking or playing some elaborate prank. but the sincerity in his expression leaves no room for doubt.

“you’re my best friend,” he says, “and fuck, do i resent that! how am i… darling, how am i meant to pretend you’re just my friend when you’re the fucking focal point of my world?”

her breath catches so audibly that it’s almost a gasp. he waits for her to say something. anything. instead she leans in an presses her lips to his. 

it’s so unsure at first, almost like she freezes and her brain can’t figure out where to go next. the kiss lingers, soft and tentative—both testing the waters of something uncharted. ross's mind races, trying to process the warmth of her lips against his, the subtle taste of her lipstick. 

she pulls away before he’s even had the chance to kiss her back and hides her face in his chest. 

“oh god, that was too soon, wasn’t it! that was–you just broke up and i—”

“love, don't hide your face, don't…” his hands gently cup her flushed face, making her look up at him once again even when she can barely meet his eyes and in that moment he realises he’s never seen someone so beautiful. 

so this time when ross crashes his lips against hers, he makes sure to pull her closer. to hold onto her tightly. his arms are around her, her hands in his hair and oh she fits so perfectly in the crevices of his body. like a perfect puzzle piece. 

by the time they finally pull apart, slightly breathless and grinning uncontrollably, ross hears her giggle. 

“wow, that was my first kiss under a mistletoe…”

“we aren’t—”

“i know, but we’re next to one so it’s almost the same.”

he looks to where she’s pointing, to the little bunch tied above the fireplace. 

“we could do better, darling.”

“yeah?”

“mm-hmm,” he murmurs, stealing another quick kiss from her. “let me take you home.”

and she agrees in a heartbeat.

lemme know what you think <33

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[palioom]

✨ because i’m in a big winter mood, can i ask for a drabble about joel x reader’s first christmas together? 🫶🏻

ohh absolutely!! tysm Jana, i hope I could do it some justice!! 🖤

Joel wasn't too fond of Christmas. Not anymore, at least. The colourful lights and shiny decorations were something he really had to get used to in Jackson, reminding him of days that were long gone.

Honestly, he had kind of forgotten about Christmas for a long time. Until here and until her.

He had kept his house decorated before, but not really festive. Some old tinsel here, some more festive looking candles there. Nothing much.

Now, she was whirling around, putting old, somewhat worn-down decorations everywhere she could – reindeers on the window sills, garlands that lit up wrapped over the door frames, a little Santa figure with wire glasses and slightly yellow fur trims by the front door.

A Christmas tree in the corner of the living room.

The one he had helped decorate, for the first time in more than twenty years, constantly thinking about the small hands and curly hair of Sarah. How her eyes had lit up in the shine of the candles.

Now, he was helping to hang decorations where his girl couldn't reach, laughing as he put one or two into her hair just for fun.

"C'mon." He had said once everything had been placed onto the branches, beside one thing. Stepping behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up. "You put the tree topper on, baby."

It was fun, his heart bursting with joy when she laughed in his arms as he lifted her up. Settling her down after, they just looked at it for a moment, Joel's arms still wrapped tightly around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder.

A moment of peace and calm.

It even smelled like Christmas, cookies baking in the oven, the warm, sweet smell of them wafting into every corner of the house, along with the faintest hint of cinnamon. He didn't even want to know what she had traded for that. But he wished they had some oranges or cloves to really tie it all together.

"Think we're all done now, huh?" Joel asked after some silence, turning his face to kiss the spot below her ear. "Cookies bakin', house decorated, dinner's ready. Only missing the guests now, angel."

She giggled, tearing her eyes away from the tree to turn her head and find his lips for a brief moment.

"One more thing." She said, holding up a mistletoe, making him laugh again.

Of course.

As he took it from her and walked over to the doorway to the kitchen, he thought about how much he loved this. Doing all these small things together, getting excited about everyone coming over to eat any moment now – Tommy and Maria and Ellie and Dina. Some semblance of a family.

He couldn't wait to unwrap the few gifts sitting below the tree.

Hanging up the mistletoe, he found her in front of him, smiling up at him with a glint in her eye. Sweet as pie, beaming up at him with an expectant look.

A chuckle left Joel, his hands coming to rest on her hips, pulling her closer before bending down and slotting his lips over hers.

"Love you, angel."

"Mhmm, love you too, grumpy man."

And when a knock appeared at the door, and everyone started streaming in – Tommy and Maria with their little girl, then Ellie and Dina with JJ – he really could feel that Christmas cheer. Sitting down with them to eat, laughing and joking and having a great time.

Never would he have imagined to see a Christmas like this again; back in 2003, when he almost drank himself to death on some shitty booze. Memories still somewhat fresh from the year before.

Now, he was here with the people he loved the most, in a cozy house, gathered around the table with amazing food.

Now, he actually found himself enjoying Christmas again.

And he couldn't wait to spend the future holidays with her, who had brought some Christmas cheer back into his life and truly made it a wonderful holiday again.

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Literally so excited !!! - could I please request:

Spencer Reid x Wife! Reader?

Spencer and Reader work at the same college as professors and Reid is running on like 10 cups of coffee and no sleep and as he enters the teachers lounge he smacks right into reader? Kinda like a meet-cute?

Thank you!!! You got me obsessed with Spencer?!!

༉‧₊˚. 𝐦𝐞 & 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 || 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

― pairing: spencer reid x plus size wife!reader

― summary: ever since you'd met spencer all those years ago hyped up on caffeine, you've made sure to keep an eye on his sugar consumption.

― warnings: nothing! just some sweet old domestic spencer.

― wc: 988

⋆ a/n: i'm not sorry for making you obsessed with him! i hope i interpreted your request correctly, if not i apologize! there's still wife!reader ofc!! i made her style like penelope's because i figured it'd also be another sweet little addition :] thank you so much for your request and i would definitely like to see what you come up with next!

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Sometimes you couldn't help but think that if you and Spencer hadn't worked together, he would implode on himself. It was so easy for his mind to run faster than what his body could handle, and he cared so deeply for his students, so most of the time he would forget to take care of himself.

You remember the day that you had met him, fresh meat as you nervously hung out in the teachers lounge feeling very out of place. Everyone looked so knowledgeable and experienced with their vests and prestigious cardigans, and maybe this was what you should have expected when you had gotten a job at a very luxurious school that only the smartest and brightest could get into. You felt a bit underdressed with your frilly and colorful dress, your hair littered with little hair clips to fit your outgoing personality.

Your classroom looked the same with multiple posters, tinsels, and just wall decor in general. You hoped that it would create a less tense atmosphere for the newcomers, seeing as though you opted to teach a college freshman class. Maybe you had hoped that all of you being in the same boat would make it easier, for you or for them? You didn't know.

As you looked down at the cat watch that sat upon your wrist, your eyes widened. Many of your students would be back from their lunch break. As you internally praised yourself for bringing your own coffee mug, you rushed to leave, but not without bumping into someone first. You could feel your cup get lighter as the luke warm contents inside of it spilled all over the front of the poor man in front of you.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” You panicked, your eyes frantically searched the longue for something to wipe the man down with, your gaze landing on some of the napkins sat upon the side of the sink. You rushed to grab them, apologies already spilling out of your mouth as you pathetically dapped at the man's clothing.

“I am so sorry, I really wasn't watching where I was going, oh God.” You watch the creme colored liquid bleeding onto the napkin. “Just great, exactly what I needed on my first day. How could I already get fired, I haven't even been a teacher for a day! Oh gosh, it took me so long to decorate my classroom.” Your brain was going a mile a minute as you muttered quiet degrading words to yourself.

“Fired?” You heard the man chuckle. You stopped your dabbing to look at him, and you mean really, look at him. He was handsome no doubt, but the bags under his eyes spoke volumes as well as his untamed curly hair added emphasis. The pupils of his eyes were slightly dilated, which was obviously due to the caffeine.

“I just—” You faced palmed in embarrassment, a shy smile on your face as you realized you were now the man's main focus. “Can I get you another cup of coffee?” You asked sheepishly. He deeply chuckled, “I think I'd really like that.”

You didn't know that would have been his tenth cup of the day, but he couldn't say no to you, no matter how much sugar that he had ended up consuming, or the fact that he ended up laying over the toilet as he vomited, but he couldn't stop thinking about the pretty professor in the bright dresses.

Five years later and you're still wearing those type of clothes, only this time a pretty diamond ring had made itself an addition to your outfits. You were currently on your way to his classroom, his students often overjoyed at seeing their favorite history professor. Even though you weren't fond of the criminology class, sometimes even walking in as a dead body was shown, you were fond of Spencer, and that's all that mattered.

It was strange, feeling like you were outside looking into your life through a different point of view as you peered at the man from the same spot you had found yourself after the day you had met him, watching him teach as if he hadn't slept in two days.

As you knocked gently to alert your husband of your presence, many of his students broke out in enthusiastic greetings.

“Hi, Mrs. Reid!” Or “You look pretty today, Mrs. Reid!” As well as your favorite, “Where did you get your shoes from?” You would never not jump at the chance to share your favorite boutique that made the funky, but signature looking shoes.

“Hello, everyone!” You greeted with a smile. “Alright you guys, take these next few minutes to discuss the case.” He turned to you with a large smile, grabbing your hand and pulling you out into the hallway as you wrapped your chunky arms around his neck, watching him closely as you searched for those same dilated eyes.

“What did I tell you about disrupting my class?” He asked teasingly, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips. “I know, I know, but I missed you. And I also wanted to make sure that you weren't all sugared out.” He laughed, his lips pulling into that geeky smile of his that you loved so much. His body had definitely softened over the years, but that just meant that there was more of him for you to love. “Trust me, I've only had two today. Ever since you told my kids to keep an eye on me, they've been on my ass about it.”

You raised an eyebrow, a shit-eating grin taking it's place on your face as you twirled a piece of hair around your finger.

“Good, I don't need you vomiting like last time.” He just shrugged, “But I got to talk to you, so it was worth it.” You snorted, pulling him down for a sweet kiss. “Oh, shut up.”

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a bit anxious about posting this, but i wanted to show off my meeshell mermaid custom that i just finished!

i loved her design in the show, and was really dissapointed when the actual doll looked nothing like her, so i made my own !!

i also think mattel had a missed opportunity in giving meeshell a wheelchair instead of just having her magically able to walk on land even though she hadn't gone through her story yet!

more info about what i used/more rambling under the cut!

-i was not a big fan of the later ever after high face molds, so i used a legacy day ashlynn ella as a base! she had really similar eye makeup to meeshell, so it worked out great :)

-her face repaint just includes the stars around her eyes with glitter, purple eyebrows and a slightly bigger lip in that same color.

-i made her earrings and hair piece with floral wire and beads i got at michaels and a shell i had lying around.

-her hair is rerooted with a mix of 10mm curly blossom, ballet pink, and pink & silver tinsel from The Doll Planet Hair on etsy! i brushed it out a bit and cut it to length.

-her outfit is from the original meeshell doll with the top repainted with acrylic mixed with fabric medium. and for the little details painted on the plastic parts of her outfit, i used acrylic and some glitter paint.

-i made the mermaid fin using this no sew tutorial by TheDollBoy on youtube.

-her wheelchair is a barbie wheelchair with a shell pattern felt sheet and starfish that i got from michaels glued to the inside of the wheels.

-her hands are actually an extra pair of g1 lagoona blue hands that i had lying around, painted to match her skin tone! i also used a glitter topcoat over her face and body.

-the stand in the bottom middle picture is from the deluxe little mermaid halle bailey doll !

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tׁׅᨵׁׅׅᨵׁׅׅtׁׅhׁׅ֮'ׅ꯱ ꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅ݊ꪀtׁׅꫀׁׅܻ݊ꭈׁׅɑׁׅᝯׁ֒tׁׅꪱׁׁׁׁׅׅׅׅ᥎ׁׅꫀׁׅܻ݊ ᝯׁ֒hׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅׅ꯱tׁׅꩇׁׅ֪݊ ɑׁׅׅ꯱ ƙׁׅꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅׅ꯱ׅ꯱

℘ɑׁׅꭈׁׅtׁׅ ᨵׁׅׅ݊ꪀꫀׁׅܻ݊

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

ᴄʜʀɪsᴛᴍᴀs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴏʟᴇᴛᴜs ᴍᴀɴᴏʀ ɪs ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴜʟʟ ᴏғ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴡɪɴᴋʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ғʟᴀᴋᴇ ᴏғ sɴᴏᴡ ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴅᴇsᴄᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴀɴɢᴇʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟɪᴘ-ᴄʟᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴏғ ʀᴇɪɴᴅᴇᴇʀ ʜᴏᴏᴠᴇs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ. ʙʏ ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴏʀ, ʙʏ ᴠᴏᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴅᴇᴄɪsɪᴏɴs ᴀɴᴅ ʙʏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴄᴀsᴛ ᴏғ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ ᴠ, ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ sʜᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ᴍɪsᴛʟᴇᴛᴏᴇ ᴋɪss ᴡɪᴛʜ.

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

"Wake up! Wake up!" A voice rung out, the rapping on my Guest Room in Oletus Manor woke me up from my peaceful slumber. I slammed a pillow on my face, closed my eyes gently and prayed that Mike would leave me alone. I had no idea what time it was, but whatever time it was... It didn't matter, let me sleep damnit!

"[Name]! It's Christmas!" My door swung open with the smell of gasses filling the room. Had he used his bombs on my door knob?! I sat up with my eyes glaring into his bright ones. His freckled smile holding an incomparable shine that rivaled any star.

"There better be a new lock in one of my presents." I frowned, crawling my way from under my sheets. Mike let out a playful laugh before closing my busted door, allowing me the privacy to get presentable for the day.

As I styled my hair the way I liked it, I couldn't help but throw in a Christmas accessory, just to make things for festive. With a smile, I got into my outfit of the day.

As I shoved my (now broken) door open, I noticed the change in the Manor's hallways. Tinsel lined the trimming of the walls intertwined with beautiful Christmas lights that twinkled with a small golden glow. I have a light gasp. Had the manor magically done this overnight? Or did someone really manage to decorate such a large mansion in one night?

"You know." Mike's voice pulled my attention from the lights onto him. He must've waited for me outside. He was leaning on a wall, with a reindeer antler headband that was somehow mixed into his curly hair and a festive Christmas attire to match. "They say Saint Nicholas goes around the world in one night. Do ya think whoever did this.. Wonderful Christmas decorations did this in one night too?" He winked playfully.

I rolled my eyes at his cheek and followed the manor hallway down, as I entered near the main courtroom.. There was so much going on..!

Emma, Tracy and Lily were all seen dangling off poor Leo who was struggling to raise the three playful girls off him. He was dressed as Santa, so of course they were more than happy to ask Leo what kind of presents he bought.

But the smile on Emma's face.

It lit up the whole room.

Naib and Ganji were about to St.- Start fighting? They had their hands up and all... Norton was currently holding bets with his hand up.

"We've got two on Subedar." I noticed William and Aesop perk up slightly. Naib shot a look towards Eli who gave a sheepish smile, gambling against his friend. How funny.

Melly, Alice, Orpheus and unsurprisingly Helena were all feverishly discussing some type of book that I noticed. They all spoke much quieter than the guys, so it was more difficult to pick up on the conversation but the cover read "The Little Match Girl."

Mike besides me ran towards a fellow group of blondes. Anne seemed hard at work along side an identically hard working Victor, they were feverishly wrapping presents for other survivors and a few for the hunters. A few toys made by Anne, telling from the beautiful paintwork on the wood and Victor would obviously deliver them... And Edgar who was doing a sketch besides them. All three of them kneeling on the ground to which Mike practically knocked those bowling pins go the ground.

I could always go find some other survivors.. Or find the Hunters instead.

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Pretend To Be My Date

Draco wasn’t sure if he’d heard Granger correctly. Words made up of letters—of verbs and dangling prepositions, simple in their use and yet—and yet, Draco couldn’t make sense of them amidst the maelstrom of emotional debris they caused.

He pretended to fiddle with the tinsel in his hands so he could gather his bearings, before wrapping it around the miniature tree in their shared office. Granger kept staring at him, waiting for an answer, but Draco suddenly found that he absolutely had to position the tinsel perfectly.

They’d fought like wild animals all month: Granger wanted things decorated a certain way, and though Draco didn’t care—was the veritable grouch in the office every year since he’d worked in the International Relations Department—he’d found joy in disagreeing with every suggestion Granger had, secretly covetous of the pink flush in her cheeks, and the widening of her dark brown eyes when she’d pointed an indignant finger at him.

Fingers snapping in front of him forced him to look up. 

“I said, can you pretend to be my date?” she repeated, frowning. “James from down the hall is inconveniently determined to take me to the Christmas eve party this evening, because apparently my refusal isn’t a good enough reason.” 

The answer should’ve been a yes. A resounding yes, but in truth, he didn’t understand why she chose him. He met her eyes. “Why me?”

She furrowed her eyebrows. “Why not you?” She blushed when he smirked at her. “I mean—you’re perfectly adequate, and it’s not as if you actually like me, so it works out.”

He wondered how someone so brilliant could be so oblivious. Even Potter knew of Draco’s intentions towards Granger, and it was Potter… 

(I swear to you, Malfoy, I will cart you off to Azkaban myself if you hurt her).

Draco smiled at the memory. “Who said I don’t like you, Granger? You may be a curly-haired embodiment of a nightmare, unrelenting in your passion for menial work, and the Ministry's swot eight years running but who’s counting, but—”

Granger reached forward and slapped her hands over his mouth.

“I will kill you,” she said, and the funny thing about Granger is that she really meant the things she said.

Draco’s heart sped up. The warmth of her small hands on him left him dizzy, as did the now intimate arrangement of their bodies. Her chest pressed up against his, her long hair tickling the bare skin of his forearms where his shirtsleeves were rolled up—

A bell chime sounded above their heads, and they both looked up to see mistletoe dangling above their heads, suspended in air and hanging from two silver bells.

Granger groaned, removing her hands, impressing her glare on the not-so-innocent mistletoe. “I swear Dean charmed these stupid mistletoes to activate around any two people who so much as take a step in the same direction.” Draco was surprised her glare didn’t light the poor plant on fire. “I am not amused.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Draco said with a wry smile. “I thought Katie and Hannah’s kiss last week was rather cute.”

She rounded on him. Draco followed her gaze as she rubbed her temples in irritation. “Well, we’re not Katie and Hannah, are we?”

“We’re also not Lavender and Weasley either,” he said in a quieter whisper, placing a light hand on her hip.

She shivered.

“Afraid, are you? I’m only now realising that you’ve been avoiding being close to me.” It was a soft accusation, meant to draw her closer.

She sputtered, eyes widening, before sharpening her gaze and glowering at him again. “I am not!” This was accompanied by a stomp of her foot.

“Prove it.” He swept light fingers over her waist to bring her to his chest, unable to look away from her, wanting to devour her—to be devoured by her. 

“I don’t have to prove—” 

“Such a coward so near Christmas eve, Granger—”

A kiss, marked by hands gripping the front of his shirt, the press of her body to his—a moment’s hesitation because though he courted her fury, he still froze because Granger was kissing him. THE Hermione Granger, the swot that he’d had an inexplicable yearning for ever since he started working in this derelict office—

—and then he was lifting her onto his desk, moving aside any frivolous items with a sweep of his hand. He opened his eyes briefly and saw sparkles raining down around them. The mistletoe seemed to have been… exploding? 

Granger’s legs wrapped around him, clenching, pulling him towards her—

He forgot about everything else around him.

A loud pop! startled them some minutes (hours?) later. Granger flung herself away from him in a perfect imitation of a frightened cat. They looked up to see that the mistletoe had enlarged itself before exploding when they weren’t looking. 

“I didn’t know it could do that,” Granger said in wonder. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes somehow even wider, as if she couldn’t believe what they’d just done.

Familiar with the obsessive rabbit holes she went down when she wanted to find logic in something, Draco decided to be proactive and show her what they were—what they could be.

“I suspect we had a lot of—” he gestured between them, where Granger was still clinging to him and Draco’s arms were wrapped possessively around her waist “—tension to let out.”

He had to resist the urge to kiss her again when she bit her bottom lip.  

“Granger?”

She met his gaze, lips thinned and eyes wide. Nervous.

“I won’t pretend to be your date for the office party.”

Her face wilted. 

He brought her closer when she started to move away, cupping her jaw, lifting her face to meet his. 

“But I will be your real one, if you’ll have me.”

She smiled at him. Tipped her chin up and kissed him, smiled again against his mouth, and Draco thought—just maybe—that Christmas might not be so bad after all. 

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|Chapter 13| Goodnight Gotham

(Authors Note: For an amplified reading experience, listen to the songs mentioned here. Enjoy 🧡)

“Oh we about to turn it.”

Standing in front of me is Jazz alongside another one of her other honorary daughters who went by Chanel. Together these two had made Mari and I seem like we had always been a part of the House of Illusion. There were seven of us in total dressed impeccably waiting for our turn to enter the raucous ballroom down the hallway, live with colorful commentary, and beat pumping music. Tonight the theme the houses were competing over was intergalactic odyssey. We had been made up to look like sirens from outer space, with our glittery makeup, and tight aquamarine spandex outfits that left very little to the imagination.The reflective sequins sewed on gave off the effects of us having gills. On our skin were tribal markings similar to those from the movie Avatar. Chanel was a trained makeup artist who worked on movie sets all over the city. It took her less than an hour to get us ready. The look while far fetched and last minute were stunning on us both. Though I promised Mari a spectators view, I can tell she was excited to be pulled into the chaos of Jazz’s world, and so was I even though I was scared shitless. 

This was not what Jazz had initially told me to expect. I should have known something was up when Jazz told me to leave my hair in braids because she had an idea. Currently my braids were intertwined with a mix of blue and green tinsel, styled in a crown that glimmered underneath the lights from every angle, adorned with gold cuffs and pearls. Mari’s curly mane had been wrangled into a fishtail braid using the same materials. The style showcased her cat like eyes and siren lips in a way normally hidden by her hair. 

“Wow,” I breathed out, not believing the reflection I was looking at was my own. “You made me look so beautiful, thank you Chanel.”

“No honey, that was God. All I did was embellish here and there,” Chanel said with a wink. 

“I’d pay you to embellish me everyday if I could. I look good enough to eat,” Mari cracked, phone already in hand, snapping a million pictures. 

Neither of us got to have much fun, Mari even less than me, and watching her get excited helped my nerves some. 

“I know that’s right. Keep that attitude when we hit that floor. Ma’ I’ma go check on the boys,” Chanel said, grabbing her kit to go to the room next door.

“Thank you boo, We’re meeting in that hall in five minutes. Don’t want to hear nothing from Lionell about us being late,” Jazz said, as she brushed at imaginary flyaways with her hands. 

Jazz looked otherworldly in the silver sequined bodysuit that had flounce sleeves that were cut in the style the seventies were known for. A forty inch platinum blonde wig waved down her back, the tips dyed in the same sea green color as the tinsel weaved in our hair. Her makeup was flawless, eyes bejeweled by hundreds of rhinestones while her cheeks were carved out of metallic silver. Pointy stiletto nails dipped in the same metallic shade could poke an eye out but she wielded them carefully and strategically as she delegated tasks to get us floor ready.There were also the pair of jewel encrusted six inch heel less platform boots that went mid thigh she had to put on. She was a vision, an all knowing force, and carried herself as such. 

“How do you do this all of the time?” I asked in awe.

“When I was younger, the answer to that question would have been drugs,” Jazz cracked, as she turned away from the vanity mirror to look at me. “But now, it’s love. I love ballroom, the culture, the people, and my family. These kids come from all walks of life abandoned and found fellowship under my roof. It keeps me going.”

That’s exactly who we were. Abandoned kids forced into adulthood before we were ready. Being around Jazz’s house felt like what a home should be: warm and inviting. 

Leaning forward, I grab her hand, and give it a squeeze. “Thank you for being you to me even when I didn’t deserve it. You mean the world to me and I’m honored to be considered one of your daughters. I’ve missed having a mom.”

Jazz lips tremble as she tries to offer a watery smile. “Chile, don’t get me to crying this close to showtime. Damn you Birdie.”

I chuckle softly before saying, “I love you too Jazz.”

“Aww, now I’m crying. Que linda,” Mari sniffles, snapping pictures of Jazz and I.

Jazz gives my hand one last squeeze before slipping her hand away in order to clap two times. “There will be none of that. Chanel will kick all of our asses if these beats get undone by water works and if you think I’m scary, you have seen nothing yet.”

“Yes ma’am,” Mari says, quickly reaching for a napkin to pat against her face.

“Now, we only have a few minutes. Let’s practice your walks.”

And like that, we are back into the whirlwind of the ball. In literally three minutes, Jazz choreographs a walk for each of us respectively. Whispering in both of our ears what our motivations should be and loudly declaring to keep it to ourselves until after we handle business lest we get confused. 

Worthy. You are worthy, Birdie. To be in this building, to be in that room, to be in this world. Show them bitches the respect you demand with that crown. 

I let Jazz’s voice play in my head on a loop as we lined up in the hallway. As we pumped our way through the crowd that parted like the red sea at the sight of Jazz leading us. A mix of Beyoncé’s Alien Superstar played at deafening levels as we reached the center of the room. As soon as the first verse dropped we each hit our individual marks. The boys: Danté and Kevion began tumbling, landing into dips before launching into new school voguing choreography in tandem with Chanel and Ruby. Jazz was serving face in the center of the floor, commanding attention while Mari and I weaved through what Jazz had called an alien invasion. The lyrics pulsed through me as I swayed my hips, letting my hands rove over my body making sure to highlight my waist like Jazz said I should. We met on either side of Jazz right on time for the last dips of the piece. While the dancers hit the ground, Mari and I dropped low, holding onto Jazz’s legs dramatically, an act of deference to the house mother.

When I came back to myself it was to see that we have garnered three 10’s  and one 9 as scores from the judges. I am so amazed that Mari has to tug me back into action as we walk off of the floor so the remaining houses could walk. I remain in this daze when we go up for second prize, collecting a trophy that would be added to the House of Illusions trove for the night. Chanel wins first place in Femme Queen, Jazz wins first in Femme Queen Face ,Ruby wins first in Female Figure, Kevion wins second in Old Way versus New Way, and Danté wins second in Male Sex Siren. There is cause to celebrate which we do as the ball turns into a full fledged party once the categories wrap up.

I’ve never felt as free as I do amongst my friends, old and new. I am happy I get to call them family and hope that with time I earn the right to do so without Jazz’s influence. In the interim, I imbibe drinks, and dance with them like it’s something we have all done hundreds of times before. The magic of ballroom is the community because it builds you up in a way where you can stand alone but you don’t have to. The House of Illusion has instilled in me the confidence to go after everything I want. To reach out and grab anything I claim as mine because the world is for the taking.  A power that might slip away with the first highlights of dawn. I have to capitalize on it while it lingers in my bones. Pulling out my phone I sent a quick text: I want to see you.

It vibrates with a response instantaneously. 

I want to see you more. Your place or mine?

From the moment I walked through the door, Xavier encircled his arms around me, bringing me close. He smells like a hint of smoke, alcohol, and cologne as he’s just come in not too long before me after hanging with his friends. I want to nuzzle my face into his neck but refrain due to my makeup and all of the glitter I am doused in. Instead, I place my hands on top of his and sink further into his embrace. 

“Think I need you to save this lil outfit for when I take you and Papi to Comic Con,” he said, pressing a kiss onto my neck.

I giggled as I turned in his arms to face him. “I’m not even a real character. This is Jazz’s creation.”

“Don’t matter,” he said, pressing another kiss to my lips. “Remind me to thank her, you look good as hell.”

“Thank you. Help me get out of it?” I ask, smiling up at him.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he said, before hoisting me into his arms. I squeal as he playfully tosses me over his shoulder and leads the way to the bathroom. He hits the lights and turns on the shower before setting me on the counter. “You are shining.”

“I know,” I groan. “They covered me from head to toe with something called Diamond Bomb by Rihanna.”

“Nah, I’m not talking about that. Your eyes, your smile, hell your energy is transcendent,” he says, causing my cheeks to heat up.

“You're always saying things to me that I have no idea how to respond to,” I say softly, meeting his gaze.

Always affirming.

Always recognizing.

Always present.

Stepping closer, he invades the space between my legs as leans down so that his nose can tease mine. “Is that a bad thing?” he asks.

“No,” I answer quickly, leaning forward when he places his hands on my hips. The warmth from his palms radiating outward. 

“Sometimes it’s okay to just say thank you babe,” he says, lips hovering over mine. “Or smile at me the way you do that makes your eyes disappear.”

I laugh and he absorbs the sound with a kiss. My hands fly to his torso as our kiss goes from innocent to urgent. In a flash my fingers are under his shirt and helping to lift it from his shoulders. Next to go is the bralette I’m wearing. We undress each other with a franticness that can only belong to new lovers. His touch is gentle and appreciative when I’m fully bare before him. 

“Look at me,” he says, pulling back from our kiss. 

My eyes flutter open at the command and meet his heady stare. Gone is the Xavier who bides his time. This version of him knows the best use of the seconds that drag by. In his eyes I see his desire for me unravel and marvel in it. All the while he trails his thumb over my bottom lip, swiping side to side, until he slips it into my mouth. Instinctively I suckled it causing him to groan before pulling me into another searing kiss. 

I widen my legs further as I scoot to the edge of the counter. “I need you,” I breathe against his lips. My hands are roving against the sides of his torso, ghosting over hard, well defined planes of muscles.

“Okay,” he says, pulling my bottom lip into his mouth to nibble on. “Okay.”

Reaching down, I watch as he fishes his wallet out of his pocket and grabs a condom. He smirks as he catches my eye. I motion for him to come fill the space between my thighs once more which he doesn’t hesitate to do. He licks into a kiss the same time his fingers push inside of me. My lips tear away but that doesn’t stop him from covering me in equally as hungry kisses starting down the column of my throat as my head tilts back. He kisses me on the hum of my pulse, biting down gently as his thumb finds my clit.

My nails are digging into his biceps but he doesn’t let that deter him from working me into a fast orgasm. One that preps me for him pushing himself in so deeply that my breath is caught in my chest. Instinctively, my hips roll forward meeting his thrust. 

“Shit,” I curse, releasing his biceps so that I can slam my hands against the counter. 

“Talk to me, this shit feeling good to you? Huh?” he questions, yanking on braids so that my eyes pop open. 

“So good Xay, please, just like this,” I moan, as he steadily strokes me to what I’m sure will be the best orgasm of my life. 

He dips his head so that he can capture a nipple in his mouth. His teeth graze the sensitive flesh and I arch into it and the oncoming stroke in a way that makes us both groan out. A hand holds the back of his head close, lovingly, as he laps at my other nipple. All while feeding me steady strokes that don’t ease up in pressure or frequency. Thanks to the gym Xavier’s stamina is out of this world. Our bodies move in a tandem dance, working with each other to bring us both pleasure. Regardless of the steam filling the air, I’m warm all over because of him.

It’s the way he folds against me, whispering things that would make a nun blush in my ear while holding my legs straight up. The position leaves me unable to do anything but moan and succumb to the promise of his desire. With both of my ankles in one hand, he uses the fingers on the other to rub figure eights onto my clit.

“Xayyy please,” I said, hands reaching to grab onto something because the counter no longer feels like enough. I settle onto the forearm of his left hand, the one that’s supplying sweet torture.

My gaze lifts to meet his, which is unsurprisingly locked onto my face. His bottom lip is wedged under his top row of teeth, arms bulging from how tightly he holds onto me, and the view makes squeeze onto him.

“Fuck,” he curses, hips slowing momentarily. “Do it again.”

And because I’m such a great listener I do. 

I do it again and again as he places sloppy kisses behind my knees that are my undoing. If I were to pass away in this very moment then it would be worth it having been experienced by this man. The reverent cry that escapes my lips is proof of that sentiment. There is banging on the opposite side of the wall but we don’t care. Nothing matters in this moment but he and I, the shared breaths we take, the trembles we place in one another’s spines. We don’t stop until we’re both utterly spent.

Somehow we end up in the living room, sprawled out on top of one another while Sade’s Stronger Than Pride vinyl spins on the record player. It took another round in the shower and then a thirty minute joint effort of trying to rid my skin of makeup before we left the bathroom. I’m dressed in a Thor t-shirt that barely grazes my thighs as they drape over his legs. My phone is in his hands as he goes through all of the pictures I managed to take tonight as well as the ones that have been sent to me sporadically from my new friends. I watch as he stops on one of Mari and me, mid laughter, drinks in hand. For once we actually look our age.

“Y’all look so much alike that you could be sisters. How did y’all meet? I want to know the origin story,” he says.

“We have lived next door to each other our whole lives. I don’t know a day where she’s not in it in some kind of way,” I said, strumming my fingers on top of his chest to the beat of the current song.

“Our brothers were super close too before Lonso moved away. After he left, Mari’s brothers got pulled toward the streets. The summer of our junior year they robbed this drug dealer in our neighborhood. That man was known for being vicious and as soon as word got back that it was them it was all downhill. Her second oldest brother Ramon was killed outside of his highschool and a few weeks later Martin, the eldest got locked up for killing that same drug dealer in retaliation. He’s serving life upstate and her parents went back to DR right after we graduated. During this time I was almost evicted three times and was struggling to survive.”

Xavier’s hold on my waist tightens as I go through memories in my mind. They play vividly as I try to sum up the hardest time in my life. “And through it all, we looked out for one another. I did her homework on the days she spent at court translating for her parents and she always made sure I had something warm to eat. We have gone through so much in that building. More than we should have had to honestly but we remained constant. We’re sisters in all of the ways it counts.”

“I’m glad that you two have each other. That y’all were never alone even when it felt like you were,” he said. 

“So am I,” I said, watching as he locks my phone and sets it aside. “How did you and your friends meet?”

At that he smiles as he shakes his head. “Aiden and I met in first grade. He asked me to be his lookout on a cookie caper. Rah we met in middle school during 7th grade gym class and once the three of us got together, we’ve been at the hip ever since.”

“Cookie caper is hilarious. I like Aiden, he seems like a good time and Rah seems like the opposite of both of you,” I said.

I had gotten the chance to speak to both of them via Facetime not too long ago. Aiden ended up stealing the phone from Xavier and locking himself in the bathroom. For twenty minutes we talked about why rap girls are dominating and the best place for wings in the city. It was Rah who jimmied the bathroom door open with a belt buckle and proceeded to put Aiden in a headlock all while apologizing for his friends foolishness as Xavier retook possession of the phone. I laughed so hard that my stomach ached afterwards.

“That’s a pretty accurate observation except Rah is like the balance of us both. He just talks way less,” he replied, playing with the fingers I had laid on my chest.

“When I was…doing the most our senior year they never gave up on me. They would call me out for being on bullshit and even tried to help me find other ways to get out from underneath my father’s thumb. I had been so adamant about having to be loud with my actions so I wasn’t listening for real. I was desperately trying to be heard.”

I watched as his face lost some of the playfulness that had been there only moments before. His expression grew more grave as thoughts from the past came flooding forward.

“Is that how…,” I trailed off, knowing he would fill in the blank.

“Yeah. I was hanging out with the wrong crowd. Guys I knew would help me on the mission to piss my father off. One night, they decided that we should steal cars and we did. I got caught because I crashed into a pole. It was a stick shift and I never drove one of those before. Due to my father’s connections those three months were the only ones I served  but I was on probation for five years. When I got out, they helped me enroll in school and find a job because at that point my parents were done with me. I was living with my grandparents which is why I feel like I owe them so much. They took a chance on me when no one else would,” he said.

It angers me that Xavier has often felt like there wasn’t anyone in his corner. Coming from a family of his size I assumed the opposite would be the case. I’m grateful he had his grandparents and friends to lean back on when his parents gave up. For some reason I wish that he didn’t have the uglier experiences of life. He is too much like light to hold onto such darkness.  

“I love them for that. Your friends too. Parents…they forget what it’s like to be young. To be scared. To be discounted. Or hell, sometimes they remember and they hold on too tight instead of pushing away,” I say.

“In either scenario they only see themselves and that is the problem but it’s their problem. Not mine, not yours,” he said, using the arm wrapped around my waist to hoist me on top of him fully. I caress his face in my hand, tracing over the slopes of his high cheekbones with the pads of my fingers, willing the tension to ease from them.

We both carry the weight of burdens that don’t belong to us. They merely have been passed on from generation to generation with the expectancy that there will always be someone to shoulder the load. We are tired from problems that aren’t our own. In our respective ways, we have been trying to unload the weight, and find ourselves in the freedom that is being able to move freely. 

“I agree,” I said, settling my legs around his waist. He reaches up to play with the ends of my braids. The cloudiness is clearing from his expression and I use the opportunity to pivot. “It’s crazy that it’s almost four in the morning but I could stay up and talk to you for hours.”

A smitten grin spreads across his lips as he says, “I know what you mean. I talk to scores of people every day but no conversation holds a candle to yours.”

“Xay,” I say softly.

“I’m for real. You’re the best part of my day. Even when we don’t have time to talk for real just knowing you’ll answer the phone whenever I call is enough to temper the worst of days and highlight the best of them,” he said, adoration in the forefront of his gaze.

 I don’t have to second guess any of his words. It’s more than evident that he means each one with the way my heart wants to escape my chest. His vulnerability inspires my own.

“You brought the sun back into my world Xay. The least I can do is answer the phone,” I said, fingers settling on the sides of his neck. His hands move to cover mine, fingers threading between. He brings our joined hands up to his lips and kisses the back of my hand repeatedly. 

“You are my world Mila.”

I almost tuck my chin as the blush takes over my face but I’m reminded of words from earlier when he squeezes my fingers. Worthy. This is another sign from the universe that anything I want is at my fingertips and I want Xavier more than I thought I had the capability to. Between him and Jazz, I am an unstoppable force. This in mind, I meet his eyes as a smile takes over my face which he returns with his own. We stare at each other until the space between us closes. Until his lips are on mine. Until I’m sinking on him. Until the sun rises over our shoulders.

[starry-hughes]

When Daisy gets older, has lots of hair & is able to say it… she always asks her aunt Kendall to put the tinsel in her hair

they don’t do it when she’s really young because she’s got unruly curly hair like her uncle

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hii!! i started getting more into monster high dolls because of your doll unboxing and i now have a good couple, but some of them (particularly monster ball clawdeen) have VERY tangled hair and i was wondering if you had any tips or links to videos that walk you through dealing with that!!

yeah, it’s definitely a problem that monster high has with any doll intended to have curly hair…. the box hair is a nightmare.

my personal, low effort method is to wash, and then, while the hair is wet, use some conditioner and then gently finger curl the hair so that it dries wavy. this won’t get you nice curls, but it will de-frizz the hair and give it a little bit of wave. did this to both my monster ball draculaura and clawdeen, and it looks something like this

so not exactly the curliest, but no longer as frizzy.

monster high dolls are tricky to re-curl because of the hair fibers they use, which are polypropylene or saran. both of these fibers, unlike nylon, which is also common in dolls, do not hold a curl easily (or in polys case, they tend to frizz even worse if they were curled in production)

both fibers require different methods to attempt a re-curl. your monster ball clawdeen has saran, so if you’re looking for a tutorial (i don’t have one off the top of my head i remember) specifically look for one that says it’s for saran hair. also, be careful with the tinsel lol. don’t wanna melt it or anything

[thunderstomm]

Talking About The New Abbey Bominable and Clawd Wolf G3 Basic Dolls

So, after a long time of waiting and teasing, we have finally gotten high quality images of Abbey and Clawd's new G3 Monster High dolls! I'm very excited to see them revealed, and want to talk about them, and what I think- as well as whether I will be saving up to buy them or not.

ABBEY BOMINABLE

I think I'm in love again, because G3 Abbey is GORGEOUS, based off just the pictures we have seen of her so far. Her outfit is very similar to the one she wears in the Nick TV show, with a white shirt with snowflake decals, the fishnet undershirt, and fluffy cuffs. The pants look mostly similar, but seem to have slits at the bottom, which I think were absent in her animated form? She also sports a fuzzy wrap/scarf item, which I think brings the outfit together very nicely. She wears different earrings to the show, and I must say I prefer the pair she has on the doll. I do wonder if her ears will have 2 holes, for both parts of the piercing. Her hair differs greatly from the show, with her double bun hairstyle missing from the doll. Her hair has tinsel in it, which I think is fine, but know many collectors will see an issue with. Previous Abbey dolls have typically had tinsel, so it's not new.

Abbey's doll actually fixes a lot of the problems I had with her look in the show- That being Abbey finally looks like a monster, and not just a "blue girl". Her doll is given clawed hands, which I think may be a new mold for her doll! She has more prominent baby tusks, and finally has pointed ears, instead of rounded ones. My favorite detail, however, is the fact she sports a small pair of horns atop her head! This is a new detail for any Abbey doll, and I think it's a perfect detail to finally make her appear more Yeti-Like!

Abbey's face is super beautiful! She has a purple lip, purple eyes, and frosty makeup. She also has a purple nose, which I think is an adorable detail. G3 Abbey has freckles, and a snowflake marking under one of her eyes, which I think are very cute details, which help bring her look together better.

Abbey comes with the same accessories as most basic dolls. She comes with a very cute drinks cup, with the lid even sporting her horns, a frozen Popsicle, an item seemingly labelled "Snowgorpse", an adorable Yeti-themed phone, a transparent backpack, which matches her T-shirt, and a pair of sunglasses, which match the pair she wears in the TV series. Sadly, they do not seem to be translucent, thanks to their pearly finish! Abbey also comes with pet Baby Mammoth Shiver, who is the same pet she owned in G1. Shiver looks mostly the same, except for their ears looking more like bat wings- a detail I'm not very fond of personally.

Overall, I adore Abbey's new doll, and think it's one of the best core dolls of the whole wave so far. I definitely want to add her to my collection when she releases!

CLAWD WOLF

The second boy character to get a doll for G3, and he's certainly a boy doll! I'm super excited to say, he has a rooted head of hair! Which I think, helps make this doll. I adore his curly hair. Clawd also has printed on and sculpted sideburns, but lacks the little "beard", which his show counterpart has- a detail which i think should have been included on his doll. He has some adorable wolf ears, which look like they've been swallowed up by his big hair. Clawd's face feels like it doesn't really fit in with the other dolls, which I think may have to do with his eye shape looking more "realistic". Clawd sports an eyebrow slit, similar to the show, a button wolf nose, brown lips, and little wolf fangs. Clawd's skin also appears to be darker than Clawdeen's- despite them having the same skin tone in the TV series.

Clawd's outfit matches his appearance in the show almost perfectly. He sports a black shirt with a scratch pattern, a varsity jacket, with pleather sleeves in two colours, which looks pretty similar to the G1 varsity, thanks to it's pink details, grey jeans with scratch patterns, and purple hi-top shoes. His extra outfit piece appears to be a casketball shirt- however, it doesn't match the casketball uniform we see Clawdeen, or any other student wear, in the show, or on a doll. Overall, I am a big fan of Clawd's outfit, and would actually wear it IRL if it was made in my size.

Clawd comes with the standard accessories of a MH doll, including what looks like a bag of chips, a snack bar, a clear waterbottle with removable lid, and a purple, werewolf themed phone. He also comes with a pair of yellow sunglasses, which are translucent! His bag he comes with is a black duffel bag, with a small golden charm, shaped like a pawprint. His pet is presumably Rockseena, who was also his pet in G1. They appear to be a lighter grey, and sport a light pink collar. They are also much cuter, dropping the "scary" look of the G1 pet.

Overall- I like Clawd's doll! It is one of the better boy dolls I have seen, and I would probably rank it above Deuce's doll, thanks to it's rooted hair alone. I probably will not buy this doll, unless a sale pops up, however.

What Do You Think?