#do u think they section and comb it out

[dad-dumpster]

i want daniel on his lap in s3….nonnegotiable + armand’s custom minecraft skin

[4pfsukuna]

Could u write a sukuna fluff where he helps reader take down her braids and do her wash day 🙈

Debrief: i loved writing these cute little 1k word sfw fluff… in sukunas way

“What is it the braids!”

“Say it again and imma punch you in the throat” you huff stabing your braid with the tip of the tail comb wishing you could stab it into something else. You regret the day you introduced your boyfriend to kendrick lamar and worse explained the kendrick and drake beef. You remember the exact moment he decided to become a fan, it was exactly one month ago.

“So he woke up and chose violence?” He ask with a wicked smirk on his face. “Just started atttacking him through the music leaving psychological scars and making everyone hate him?” He follows up and you nod bopping along to the beat of not like us playing through the speakers of your rose gold macbook. 

“Yeah a real menace but the people love him” you tell him swooping your edges with the mini cheetah print brush careful not to make it to big so you wouldnt become the next meme on social media.

“I approve” his wicked smile grows until he hears a specific part that makes his eyes light up.

But that was a month ago, and even then you were holding on to these braids and knotless werent something to hold on to. Especially with the boho hair pieces getting tangled from you and your boyfriends sex sessions no amount of swooped edges, manipulated styles or headbands could save the style.

Unfortunately he loved you with these braids, loved that you had them a maroon color. The same color of his eyes. He thinks you look like a goddess but he would never tell you that can’t have you to arrogant.

So when a white man at the grocery store tells you he loves the braids, you immediately cancel date night with your boyfriend and head home to take them down. Enough was enough and that was all the sign you needed.

Sukuna isnt happy though and why would you expect him(derogatory) to just be okay with it and leave you alone. 

“Woman, explain” he ask with an annoyed look… well he always looks annoyed, he almost misses the section in your hair, it is very small, of braids thats youve already taken out.

“A white man complimented my hair so i have to take it down” you explain and when you dont offer any further explanation except just a blank stare with a tiny pout he nods. He knew better than to ask anything about your hair.

He barges in, in his true fashion kicking off his shoes at the door before sitting where you were sat.

“Uraume is good at hair stuff… want me to call them?” He offers not sure of how to help when your mood visibly sinks further but you just shake your head. 

“No i just… its so much its going to take days and im sorry for canceling i just—“ your eyes begin to water and Sukuna doesnt know how to handle this. Hes use to his big strong girlfriend who even though shes nearly a foot shorter you werent scared of him, scared to threaten him or scared to put him in his place. You problem yelled at him more than he yelled at people plus he would never forget the day you put him in a headlock. It kinda turned him on.

“Sweetheart let me help you then, put on some of your music that you like and sit between my legs like you make your neice do when you do your hair and ill pay to get your next style, okay” he rushes out pulling you to him in a hug and he hears you sniffle. For a woman that bullied a known menace to society you could be so sensitive sometimes but he loves that. Loves when you run into his big strong arms for protection.

“Can we get food?” You sniffle into his shirt and he chuckles squeezing you tighter.

“As long as you dont get your nasty snot on my shirt” he teases making you laugh.

“What is it the—nggh! Did you just bite me?!” He hisses tugging a little rougher on one of your braids making you whine. It didnt hurt but you were so tired, your arms were in pain from holding them up so long and your neck from leaning it against his muscular and meaty thigh.

“I told you stop saying that” you hiss dropping your arms tired of sitting here your butt was hurting also there was only but so many angles you could sit in. He promised booty rubs an hour ago but you had so many braids you were never going small again.

“Ugh you are the worst client ever, youre actually never allowed back to my malevolent salon of doom” he mimics the way you play pretend with your niece over he sees you getting frustrated again and your immediate cable lets him know that was the right thing to say and he’s proud.

You run your fingers through the back of your head pretending to scratch trying to see how many he has left when you notice he’s actually completely done before a loud smack and your hand is stinging.

“Did you just pop me?!” You're shocked, and with the comb nevertheless?! Oh he was spending too much with you learning too much about you and your mannerisms.

“Yeah and ill do it again, now let me tell you about the drama that happened at the kfc outside the tattoo shop since you didn’t want to answer my calls”  he scoffs before starting on the front section of your hair.

“So i guess this guy and his boyfriend were breaking up… actually the white haired guy I’ve seen before I’m pretty sure he’s the dad of Yujis classmate… or something but the kid looks like the other boyfriend… and i think he wanted to fight?” He rambles but you’re getting lost.

“Wait, who wanted to fight, the kid?” You ask stretching your legs out infront of you with a small yawn.

“What? No, the white haired guy!” He sucks his teeth pulling your head back so your eyes are on him. “I’m not sure what you’re worse at taking out braids or keeping up with drama.”

You don’t mention that you’re going to want his help washing your hair too just let him keep talking about his kfc drama with unnamed characters and half sentences.

[archangeldyke-all]

may u do sevika helping black reader take care of her hair? 🥹 I’d think after reader teaches her what to do sev would become a pro at braiding and would wanna do it all the time

sure!

disclaimer! i'm white, so please let me know if i make any mistakes and i'll fix them asap!

men and minors dni

sevika's hair is very low-maintenance. while she probably should be keeping better care of it, she just doesn't care enough to bother with anything beyond shampoo and conditioner, running a comb through it every morning, and putting it in her signature half ponytail. she trims it when it gets shaggy. that's the extent of her hair-care.

so when she meets you: you who alternates hairstyles like they're outfits, and takes a whole day to wash your hair, she's fascinated.

she absolutely adores your natural hair. when you guys first met, you were wearing two puffballs on top of your head, with two little braids framing your face, and it's still her favorite hairstyle to see you in. she thinks you're adorable.

she also loves when you just comb it out and rock an afro. she'll help you pick it out, carry a little pick in her back pocket in case you forget yours, and she'll always stop you to gently pick whenever lint or a little leaf gets caught in it.

when you guys move in together, she starts watching you do your hair. she just sits on her stomach, her feet kicking in the air behind her as she watches you braid your hair through the mirror, an adoring look on her face.

she's curious, too. you don't understand why for the longest time.

"what's that for?" she asks as you pop the tub of your hair gel, a toothbrush in your free hand.

"my edges." you explain as you gel your baby hair down on your forehead.

"oh. those pretty curls. i thought that just happened." she says, smiling. you giggle.

"no, i gotta style 'em or else they'll be all frizzy."

"i like you frizzy." sevika pouts. you just giggle and kiss her.

it's only when you catch her watching hair tutorials that you finally start to understand why sevika's been keeping such a close eye on you each time she sees you doing your hair. she wants to help.

the thought makes you melt, and you have to keep yourself from squealing and pinching her cheeks at how cute she is.

so, you start asking her for help.

"sev, will you help me section my hair out for my braids?" you ask one night. the responding grin you get is worth the wonky sectioning on the left side of your head.

the longer you guys spend together, the better she gets at doing your hair. by the time you're married, she's better at doing it than you are.

it's theraputic for both of you, it's how you guys bond. between each step of whatever style she's doing, she's peppering kisses against your scalp and forehead. you end up falling asleep more times than not, so relaxed and in love that you can't help yourself. she's so gentle with you, so patient, she spends entire days diligently working if that's what it takes to do the style you've requested.

she absolutely adores putting beads or charms in your hair if you have it in braids or twists or locs. the more the better. sevika doesn't consider her decorating job done until she can hear the little 'click click click' of your beads bonking into one another as you shake your head.

(now i'm picturing her buying little 's' charms to push onto your braids, and her frowning, hands on her hips in the hair bead isle of the beauty store as she tries to 'pick out a color scheme for your fun summer hair, babe'-- her words.)

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[iknowyuu]

I saw your requests are open. Can I please request Soobin and a black fem(she/her) reader? Maybe them just being cute and him introducing her to Odi?

soobin x gender neutral! black! reader

↝ wc: 589

note: super late!!! hope u enjoy anyway!!

content: black reader obv, blonde soobin my fave, neck kisses, odi <3

♡

- dating soobin is literally just fluff - all the time!!!! - whenever your together he always has to have his hands on you - arm over you shoulder, - around your waist, - a hand on your knee or thigh, - WHATEVER!!! he just wants to touch you, ok? :( - he often stares at you and just admires your hair - he has so many questions bro. - how do you get your curls looking like that? - why don't you wash your hair as often as he does? - how do you get your braids/cornrows/locs to stay and not unravel? - he's so curious but he's scared of offending you so he doesn't ask for a while - not until late one night, on a washday that you started a liiittle too late - he decides to just ask, deciding that if he does offend you at least he knows not to ask anymore

the blonde boy walks into the bathroom, stopping midway into the door to observe you combing your hair. "y/n?" you glance at him, "yes, babe?" you respond, not stopping your ministrations on your last section of hair. "what are you putting on your hair?" you stop applying the conditioner and smile at him. your ex didn't really care about your natural hair business, so this was a shock.. as well as a nice change of pace. "it's leave in conditioner. why?" "nothing. im just curious." he watches as you comb it through, twisting it then wrapping it around itself into a little ball on your head. he's so fascinated he doesn't realize he's been watching for ten minutes, till you finish up.

- that moment opened up a gateway for him LMFAO - all of a sudden he's randomly asking you things like "what's your hair type? 3 or 4? and what letter?" "do you use coconut oil or castor oil? both?" "is the inside of your nightcap silk?" - now where tf did he get the info to even conjure up these questions?? - and then you catch him watching braiding tutorials 💀 - yeah, checks out. - no but it makes you feel so giddy that he's so interested!!!!! - he's not really a big fan of pda, - but he doesn't mind hand holding and hugs (which still make him super shy..) - he also introduced you to odi :( <3 - AND HE ONLY DOES THAT WITH PEOPLE HE TRUSTS

he placed his hand on the cage lock, opening the door and scooping the small hedgehog into his hands. “here,” he says, “open your hands.”

you cup your palms, following soobin’s example. you watch as he gently places odi into your hands, the little hedgehog turning around to stare at you with beady eyes- it's at that moment your heart melted.

as you looked at the little creature in your hands, adoration shining brightly in your eyes as you gently petted him. the same could be said for soobin; he looked at you as if you were the one who'd gotten him odi in the first place.

- he thinks you're the cutest, most precious thing in the world! - whenever he wakes up in the mornings and looks at you, - scarf wrapped around your head/nightcap on/curls out, whichever it is, his reaction is always the same - cuddling even closer to you and burying his face in your neck - if he's feeling bold.. little kisses too - yea, he's so in love with you 😭

[malleusthehammer]

(Not sure if your taking request or not but here goes nothing) could you please do Sasaki, Lu Bu, Buddha and Thor with a reader that asks to braid they're hair?? Idk, I just think it would be very cute reaction from them 😭

YES YES YES YES YES ABSOLUTELY YES!! THANK U SM FOR THE REQUEST!! I truly hope u enjoy it :3

Braiding Lü bu, Buddha, Thor, and Sasakis hair

Warnings: None! pure fluf :3

Type: Headcanons;drabble

⚔️ Sasaki Kojiro

He loves having his hair brushed and played with.

super silky!!

Rarely leaves it down, but if you ask he might :3

Dude falls asleep if you start brushing his hair

Sasaki laid back gently, his head resting on your thighs. His dark brown eyes locked with yours, his goofy smile plastered on his face.

“You’ll brush my hair?”

You giggled, of course you would! Who wouldn’t? You grabbed the brush, combing it gently through his silver locks. His eyes closed in full relaxation, his smile still hung on his lips. Life couldn’t get any better.. or could it? After you combed the tangles and knots out, you began braiding it. He felt you stop brushing and his eyes opened.

“Why’d ya stop, Tsuma?”

He tried to sit up a bit, but was completely rejected by you pulling him back down.

“Lay back down! Im braiding it..”

You stuck your tongue out as you concentrated. He smiled at you, his eyes trailing over your face as you finished the braid with a hair tie.

“There you go! You look so handsome!!”

Sasaki sat up, looking in the mirror on the dresser of the bedroom. His eyes lit up as he examined the hair. He gently ran his hand over it, turning to look at you.

“Wow.. you’re amazing! Can you.. do it more often?”

🐴 Lü Bu

slightly hesitant at first, but gave up from your persistence

Bro is so eepy

You sat up on the wall that held a little courtyard. Lü Bu was sitting underneath you, his head resting on his hand. You could hear him grumbling as you undid his bun. Your smile grew as his hair fell down. His hair was so long and beautiful, you wish you could just play with it forever. You gently combed through it with your hands for a minute, then pulled a comb through it.

He watched as the usual people who followed him trained in a field not to far from the house. With a yawn, he glanced up at you.

“Why did you wanna do this anyway?”

He didn’t seem annoyed like he was when you asked, but slightly raised his brow.

“I love your hair, it’s just.. i dunno!”

He smiled slightly before looking back down, your hands working tirelessly at his dark locks. You pulled the hair gently, trading the sections of hair one by one. You felt him leaning more and more back, knowing he was getting sleepy.

You patted his head gently, letting him know you were done. He gently woke up with a gruff, looking around for a second.

“You’re done!”

You passed him a mirror, his groggy eyes looking at himself. Soon, his face lit up and his smile grew. He stood up, facing you.

“I love it! It makes me look so..”

He cut off his sentence as he flexed.

🍬 Buddha

you’re both just chillin in Nirvana as he lets you play with his hair like usual

his hair is SOFT

Fluffy too :3

Buddha quickly unwrapped another candy before popping it in his mouth. He hummed slightly as your nails scraped his scalp. He felt your hands work at his hair, the light breeze falling through the two of you. The silence was gentle, but peaceful.

You paused for a second, looking at the bowl of candy in Buddhas lap. You leaned over his shoulder gently, holding his hair in your hands.

“Can I have one?”

He smiled before grabbing one, and unwrapping it. He placed it gently in your mouth before you returned to your duties. You traded the strands of hair, and soon enough, you had finished. The way his bleach blonde hair faded into the dark layer of his hair was so beautiful. Almost like a sunset, but prettier in your eyes.

“Are you done? Can i see~?”

His sing-songy voice reached your ears and snapped you out of your trance. You eagerly nodded as he looked in a handheld mirror. His smile grew as he turned to look at you. The wind gently blew the loose hair in his face.

“You know how to make me so handsome..”

⚡️ Thor

Not entertained by it

lowkey wants you to do it, but doesn’t want to seem soft

you finally convince him

more like he gives in from your begging

Thor sat down in his room, his coat hiding his face as you ran your hands through his long red strands. The screen infront of you both was playing the 4th round of Ragnarok. Thor didn’t say anything. He never did. But you knew everytime he saw Hercules get hurt, he’d cringe.

“Brünhilde pisses me off..”

His voice growled slightly as his eyes narrowed. Thors grip on Mjlönir tightened. You caressed his hair gently and shushed him.

“Calm down.. i’m sure it will turn out a win for the Gods, hm?”

He sighed, leaning back into your hands. His dark eyes continued to stare at the screen, feeling you braid his hair. Soon after, you had finished his hair. You ran your hands down the braid, placing it gently on his shoulder. He glanced at it, seeing the dark black ribbon you tied it with. You could see the faint smile on his face, his dark eyes darting up to meet yours.

“Thank you, my love.”

GRAAHAHAHHAHA okay i’m sorry they get shorter as they go on 😭 this is my first time writing for thor, but i really hope you enjoyed it! My requests are open! Feel free to drop somethin by and i’ll make sure to try and cook it up for ya!! Have an amazing day!! :3

[good-griief]

just a lil blurb ab simp!ellie doing her gfs hair — i was imagining a poc!reader so take that as u will lolol

“Okay, baby, I think I know what I’m doing.”

For weeks, Ellie had been scrolling through pinterest and youtube, watching video after video of how to twist and braid hair.

It started after one specific day, where you practically threw your comb across the room in frustration. She wanted to be of some help, so she offered to comb and do your hair for you once she got you to stop your upset as massaged your achey arms.

“Just show me once, I can totally get it,” she’d said.

Now, you were here.

Three weeks later, which she’d decided to wait until, so she could do it perfect for you.

“Okay, just sit down. I’ll wash and everything,” she said, making you sit in front of your bathroom sink, back to the counter, as she took a comfortable seat on your lap. “Which one today?” She held out options of shampoo and conditioner, which she’d gone out and bought for this occasion, knowing you wanted some new ones anyway.

“You’re a dork,” you laughed as you picked the two sweeter smelling options.

“Yeah I know, but what about leave-in conditioner?” She showed you the options for those, and you picked what would go best with the others. “Okay, I totally got this,” she said, half to herself as she turned on the water.

She grabbed two towels, one to go under your neck and another to dry your hair before she began washing. She washed twice, which was a surprise to you, though a very happy one, before lathering in the conditioner. She grabbed your wide-tooth comb, slowly combing the product through as she took another opportunity to sit on your lap.

Your eyes were shut, enjoying the pampering as you placed your hands on her hips. She gave you a quick peck on the cheek, but quickly got back to work like she’d lose track if she got caught up in that, making you chuckle.

“So focused,” you mumbled, taking a brief moment to look up at your girlfriend as she combed in sections. She shushed you, making you laugh even more.

When she was done combing, she sat back and checked her phone for the time, making you laugh again. “It said leave in for 5-10 minutes,” she said.

“Oh, and you’re timing it exactly?” She hummed, nodding. “Baby, no one does that. You just feel for the time.” She stared at you blankly. She never knew how much time anything would take, nor did she know how much time passed when she did do something. “Come here.” You pulled her forward, planting a slow, teasing kiss on her lips.

That got you exactly what you wanted, Ellie coming back to kiss you again. And again… And again, until you had to pull away from her. She tried to follow, but you put a hand on her shoulder and looked at her phone.

“Seven minutes,” you said. She paused for a moment, frowning and earning a brow raise.

“Oh, right!” She got up, rinsing your hair as you laughed at her and her dazed eyes. She then lifted your head and used the other towel to wrap your hair. “You know, if every time I do your hair, I get to make out with you, then I’d be more than happy to do this, like, everyday.”

You chuckled. “Did sitting on my lap make it better, or…?”

She ignored your teasing, her ears flushing red. “What style do you want?” She asked, grabbing her phone and taking a seat on your lap again to open pinterest and show you the board she created.

Your hands went to her hips again, rubbing gently. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

She sent you a glare that made you grin. “Give me something challenging.” She handed over her phone.

“Goodness, Ellie,” you mumbled as you took her phone with a small smile, looking through the endless amount of pins as she got up and turned your chair to face the mirror.

While you looked, she dried your hair and grabbed leave-in conditioner, raking that in with her fingers before she grabbed your detangling brush to rake through as well. She first, of course, parted your hair with a parting comb.

“How about this?” You raised the phone, making her look up.

“I can totally do that!”

[ninadove]

Julika Couffaine/Rose Lavillant, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Confession >:) (do u see where my mind is going with this????)

I HOPE I DO

*Cracks knucles*

“So,” Luka asked, carefully peeling the protective layer off yet another snake-shaped sticker. “Have you made any progress while I was gone?”

No need for twin telepathy to understand what he was talking about. Juleka combed her fingers through her highlights, biting her lip.

“She doesn’t feel that way about me,” she mumbled, carefully avoiding eye contact. “I’d rather not put myself out there when I know I’ll get rejected.”

Luka was silent for a moment, and she thought he had dropped the subject; when she turned to face him, however, she found him with his tongue sticking out, methodically applying the colourful ornament to his guitar case.

“I seem to remember Rose singing about how much she loved you,” he remarked, without mockery.

“Yeah,” she sighed, crashing down on the opposite bed. “And you. And Ivan, and Marinette, and Alya, and everyone and all her friends.”

“She did hold the note significantly longer for you, though.”

Juleka grimaced, but did not bother with a reply. Lost in her contemplation of the joyful face on her favourite Kitty Section poster, she barely registered the shift in pressure as Luka sat close.

“Even if she did have feelings for me, I could never be the one to confess.”

She crossed her hands behind her neck, careful not to entangle her long hair in the chains of her Miraculous.

“You know I’m not as good at… Talking… When I’m not with you.”

“Well, the good news is, you don’t need to.”

She squinted as he waved another sheet of stickers in front of her eyes: jungle animals this time, with a large selection of suitably adorable baby tigers.

“Sorry, they didn’t have purple ones.”

“How is this supposed to help with my problem?”

“Easy. You pick one of these cuties, stick it on your guitar case for good luck, then step off this boat and go serenade Rose,” he shrugged, as if it were that simple.

She was starting to think it might be.

Ask game here!

[hideyseek]

3, 29, and 30 for ao3 wrapped please!

craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaab hiiii hi hi hiiii hi hiiii hi hi hi hiii !! :3 hehe of course i love to fucking TALK about writing myself.

putting this under a cut bc it is the longest fucking thing in existence ahahaha. and also um, its moderately pretentious sorry! i sure am a guy who can talk about writing for like, seven bajillion years

ao3 wrapped

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

oooough hmm, kind of a tough one for me since i feel like there's a couple. but i'll go with this arthur/cobb drabble i wrote for wicked inception week 4. i hadn't known prior to this that i could write smut without writing it specifically to like ... be hot in some way. but in the end this was so much more like, emotions / character stuff happening and the sex was just a way to get to that information. that was cool. and secondarily, the process of writing this was one draft of like, technically a fic but genuinely incoherent, and a second draft of, oh, okay, this is different but its way more clear. which is also just like, a really nice reassurance that all the craft book reading and trudging through rough drafts of other projects really has strengthened my ability (for short fics at least) to get to the understanding of what i'm really trying to do in a fic. (it's here on the gdoc w/ everyone else's submissions if ur curious! warnings: semi-explicit sexual content, unequal power dynamics)

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

hmm aha, well. this year i wrote a LOT of not-quite-there rough draft material for a bunch of different projects which mm, if i comb through it all i will explode out of poorly timed insecurity. so, maybe a bit of a cop-out but here's a bit i wrote yesterday night that made me go: ohh okay, this is going to be fujioka's relationship with violence in this fic. so, favorite recent thing, i suppose:

Fujioka reaches over to take the last section of Haiji’s tangerine. Clean hands, trimmed nails. “We got one,” he says, chewing. “One— what?” There’s a bandage on Fujioka’s cheek, bloody at the edge. Haiji looks at it, and something chokes its way up his throat.  “One of their guys, of course.” Fujioka’s face shifts into a grin, boyishly pleased with himself. A stitch breaks under the bandage and the gauze bloodies. “He tried to make a run for it, and you know we couldn’t have that.”  Kakeru, Haiji thinks, and he can’t say a word.

favorite line in ^ is probably "A stitch breaks under the bandage and the gauze bloodies." i just. love VERBS!!!

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

ok truly SO MANY FUCKING SURPRISES while writing this year!!! but here i'll talk about all the smut writing, hehe. like!! the fact that i sat down and went "ok i guess i'll learn to write smut" is still SO surprising to me (crab this is like. 88% your influence i must tell you!!! like i guess the spark was in me all along or whatever but if u didn't run bcsdp this would never have happened to me, or would have taken much longer, etc). which then led to like ... some really wonderful conversations with irl and fandom friends, and then led to me doing wicked inception (smut drabble fest) and developing OPINIONS on how i like my smut written which i had NEVER HAD BEFORE IN MY LIFE (which. idk maybe i will go into later haha, probably i'll end up blogging about it as i write this arthurcobb fic). SPEAKING OF! wicked then got me to unlock a crucial emotional component to this arthurcobb fic that i've been trying to write since like, 2021!!! (this is long to me) and now -- that whole fic is ... WRITABLE. like i still know next to nothing about it except the premise and that there needs to be fucked up sex in there haha, but like. I HAVE ENOUGH SKILLS TO START IT NOW. like bwaaaaa truly it was just this INCREDIBLE domino effect from like, august (???) through to now that i would never have expected in my life whatsoever!!! ah so i guess really, thank you very much, i'm really glad you did that!!!! (<- bit of an understatement)

[butchhamlet]

ur post of shakespeare essays is soo good i am going to read all of them but i wanted to ask where u find all of these really niche essays? i check jstor and the folger shakespeare library and find Some good ones but it takes so long... do u have a system or certain places u check or r u just really lucky? and also do u have any twelfth night or julius caesar essays <3 thank u for ur service etc

MWAH THANK YOU. i actually don't go poring through jstor very often, because the sheer volume of articles on there scares me kdshfnsdkfnds (although i have been gradually collecting aeneid articles over a period of two years). most of them i find through the further reading sections in the folger editions, from subscribing to the folger newsletters, and tbh from on here (i doggedly combed through the wonderful @suits-of-woe 's tags after i finished each play in the canon). honestly i am just really lucky i think. and also insane <- guy who spent half of junior year english class dicking around on the folger shakespeare site instead of listening

unfortunately i don't think i have anything on twelfth night (although i DO have the ntlive twelfth night with lesbian malvolio. if like. if you want that.) and the only julius caesar essay i have saved is. um. this one. which is not even about shakespeare's play i just like to send it to people. i'm also a big fan of coppélia kahn's book on masculinity in the roman plays, which has a great chapter on JC (lots about brutus trying to retain his masculinity and thus shutting portia out but also trying to outdo cassius except this doesn't work and makes things worse), but i don't have a link to that because idk where to find it online since i got it from my uni library :( (she did write the folger modern perspective on JC though which IS online)

followers if you have any interesting resources on either of those plays please link them because i would also like to see

[ytwokid]

Random question but, do you have any VPN or similar privacy recs?? Poor and trying to get into media piracy and torrenting, but I'm kind of sus of google search results' reviews, and sites like Spyware Watchdog don't have sections for things like VPNs and email providers yet.. Guess I'm willing to shell out some dollars for a decent VPN, but I'm poor enough to be scared of it being a waste if they're not as legit as they say. Asking you because you seem pretty Tech Savvy and cool.

shux shux shux, I appreciate that.

tldr Windscribe or Proton VPN. paying a lil bit is worth the peace of mind as far as torrenting goes.

now.....

I mostly go 2 reddit for recs specifically from piracy ppl, but I can personally recommend Windscribe. it's Abt 9 bucks a month and pays for itself ez it you're torrenting a lot. they also let u earn free gigs of data n shit-- I think u get a free allowance just on signup.

howeva, if u would like to explore more of ur options I recommend looking specifically at forums/reddit/somewhere where there's genuine user feedback n not articles (they're all just affiliate links.) SomeOrdinaryGamers I think also has a VPN rec video up some place maybe n his judgement is always excellent. u want something that doesn't keep logs mainly.

that being said, the ultimate privacy wet dream that a lot of VPN companies/bad internet users try to sell you is a farce. if u truly truly want anonymity it requires a lot moar stupid inconvenient bullshit that I cannot even begin 2 explain here..</3 it's very hard to be private anymore, especially on the technological side of things. everything is tracking u all the time.

one thing u can do immediately today for free is look your name up on Google and public data aggregators like spokeo/pipl/etc to find where your personal information may be and request it to be taken down. and most importantly -- use different usernames as much as possible, don't leave breadcrumb trails between different "spheres" of your life. 99% of doxxing takes place via Whitepages n hyperfocused social media combing.

BUT! for basic media acquisition (ARRRRR).... Windscribe or perhaps Proton VPN should be all u need 2 avoid maximum legal death at the hands of mega media corporations.

p.s look into TOR n alternative operating systems if u really wanna become as private as possible.

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Updates Still Needed... by u/Legal_Huckleberry_80

Updates Still Needed... I've just been over to www.royal.uk to check out what they've been up to. I wanted to see the line of succession page, but that seems to be missing. Could they be sneakily working on ejecting Hazmat, Merchie and Lilibucks? That said, they really need to update the Current Counsellors of State section because it is woefully out of date. It's missing the addition of the Princess Royal and the Duke of Edinburgh. I'm pretty sure they were added to make sure Hazmat and Randy Andy could never be called upon. I haven't looked at all the links because I have a real job. But I think we Sinners should go through that site with a fine-toothed comb, document all the inaccuracies, and send our findings to Buckingham Palace. It's clear they need more help with this website, and we're just the folks to do it. 😁 What do y'all think? post link: https://ift.tt/jzvUb2q author: Legal_Huckleberry_80 submitted: March 20, 2024 at 08:34PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[ispyspookymansion]

i have simply got to know… WHAT do you use to get your hair to stand up so well?! i’m thinking of trying out a hawk once mine gets a little longer but haven’t found a product that works well yet

you look sick as hell btw!! <3

got 2 be glued hairspray!!! its fucking magical. + use a hair dryer while you do it!! so spray some, dry it while you hold it, do the next section. works sooo much better if you use a comb to help hold it up too. thank u !!!

[rig-a-rendal]

HELLO FELLOW MIKE NESMITH TRUTHER ! have u ever written anything about mike’s birthday rant in Head??? i think u could have a lot to say there on his need for control over every situation and also his Extreme distaste for suprises 🤔

Hi!!!!! yes I definitely have! in my HEAD section in the Big Video (it's up to just over 4 hours now! coming out sometime this month.......) I go over it with a fine-tooth comb so I don't want to say too much right now BUT. I think it has a lot to do with how people view celebrities as public commodities with no regard for privacy.

[dual1pa]

anti-flirt

(based on a request!)

fic contents: jealous steve, S M U T, praise kink, spitting, swearing, unwanted flirting

steve harrington x reader (with she/her pronouns)

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she found herself in the romantic comedy section of the store. she hummed the song that played softly on the speakers of the Hawkins Family Video.

little does she know, her boyfriend, Steve, keeps a close eye on her. not that she couldn't handle anything herself, he's just protective over her, and she knows it.

she glances over at the check-out part of the store and sees steve smiling at her. god, she loves him so much. she blows him a kiss and continues to put away the copies of 'sixteen candles.'

the bell rings, alerting the staff that a customer has entered the store. he was tall, brunette, and about her age. steve watched him as he walked through the aisles, discovering new, old, and familiar movie titles. eyeing his girlfriend, he walked over to her and asked her a question he couldn't hear.

"so, what are you renting these days?" he asked her.

she ignored his flirty tendencies and acted like a normal customer, "well, i like romantic comedies and also a little horror as well. if you have a girl at home, i recommend sixteen candles. it's cute."

"what if i want you to be that girl at my home?"

she forced a laugh, "you'd have to look elsewhere as i'm taken," she pushed her cart and walked to the next aisle, hoping that he was finished trying to win her over as if that could ever happen.

"oh come on, there has to be something i can do to get you to forget about your boyfriend," he urged.

she shook her head, "i don't think so," she looked over at steve, who was still eyeing her. he knew that look, he made his way over and put his arm around her and kissed her cheek.

"is everything okay over here?"

"yes, i was just helping this customer find a movie for his girlfriend."

"well, i was hoping this one right here would come home with me tonight," he winked, completely disregarding that her boyfriend was standing right next to her.

"the only person she is coming home with is me, man. so i suggest you get the fuck out of here."

the guy scoffed and walked out.

"steve, steve. it's okay."

"no, it's not okay. that guy is an asshole and he didn't care that i was standing right fucking here," he yelled, she shushed him to keep his voice down.

she tried to calm him, but nothing seemed to work.

"robin! we're taking our 15," she yelled.

she took him outside to the back of the store. no one ever comes back here only to take out the trash during the evening. it was midday. he leaned up against the wall and combed his hand through his hair.

"you know that you're the only one i love right, some asshole isn't going to take me out of here. the only person im going home with tonight—and every night i might add—is you, baby."

"i know, sweetie," he takes her hand and brings him into his body, "you know how protective i am over you and i hate when assholes like him come in and try to steal you from me."

"i know. i know, but no one is going to steal me from you, she took his cheeks in her hands. his hands snaked around her hips, "hey, do you know how many girls come in here. i see the way they look at you."

"please, the only person im looking at is you. i'm so glad you work with me."

"i should be thanking you for getting me this job, it get's my parents off my ass, at least till the fall when they beg me to go to college."

"do you want to go to college?"

she sighs, "i think i do. i think it's the right thing to do. could really get better paying jobs with a degree. i guess i have some time to think about it. but don't think for a second i would just go away to school and leave you."

"didn't think you would sweetheart," he smiled, leaning in closer to your lips, "my girl."

"my steve," she responds.

their lips finally touched, pretending that they were elsewhere other than work. his hands traveled from her hips to her ass as he squeezed the flesh. all she wanted to do was tear his clothes off and have her way with him, but to have sex in the back of their job wasn't really on their list on where to fuck.

"c'mon, our third 15-minute break of the shift is over," she pulled him back into the store to finish their shift.

*

after their long shift, steve rented out a movie for the couple to watch at his place, since his parents were gone... again.

they went up to his room and got changed out of their gross work clothes as steve went to put them in the wash. as he walked back in his bedroom, he watched in awe, with a little bit of lust, as she put on a pair of sleep shorts and one of steve's shirts.

he laid down on his bed to watch her unwind for the day. she had to wipe the minimal makeup off her face and use proper face wash to get rid of the oils and dirt.

barefoot, she walked over to steve's side of the bed to climb on top of him. his hands pushed her shirt up to feel her skin. she could read jealousy all over his face from that unwanted flirting she received from that guy.

"hey," she kissed his lips, "what's on your mind?"

his head hit the back of his bedframe, "that jerk that flirted with you today. i don't know why it's still bothering me."

"because you're a protective boyfriend and i admire you for that," she began to kiss down his bare chest to tease him a bit, "i would get jealous too if a girl was flirting with you at work. it would turn me into an anti-flirt, if you ask me."

He questioned, "anti-flirt?"

"yeah. if someone was flirting with me and I didn't like it, it would make me not like the idea of flirting, because that one person ruined it for me," she giggled, "but of course, when you flirt with me it would turn me right back to pro-flirting."

"come here," he pressed his lips together for her to come back up to kiss him.

she did as she was asked, feeling his tongue enter her mouth. when she was lost in thought of him, he took the opportunity to flip her over so he was on top. he continued his assault on her lips, deepening the kiss. his hand snaked down to her clothed center to tease her a bit. she grinded against his tough, desperately wanting more.

her hands brushed through his hair, moaning in his ear, "you're the only one i want steve, the only person who could make me feel this good."

"i love when you praise me," his thumb pressed harder on her covered clit.

he moved her clothes to the side to reveal her soaking center, "all for me."

"all for you steve, only you baby."

he quickly took himself out of his boxers and pumped himself a few times before lining himself up to her aching, desperate entrance. he looked at her for permission, when she nodded. he pushes himself in.

god, she was so in love with him. he knew how to take care of her: emotionally and sexually. her hands wrapped around his neck to bring his lips down against her neck. he bit down on her neck and then used his saliva to soothe the bite mark. he pushed her shirt up to tease her breasts a little bit, slightly pinching her nipples. her back arched as she felt herself getting closer and closer to her climax.

he steadied himself on his forearms to look down at her without putting too much weight on her. he sped up his pace, desperately chasing his high. his thumb found her clit and pressed harsh circles on the sensitive nerve.

she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. he knew what she wanted. he pinched her mouth and spit right on her tongue. she closed her mouth and swallowed. fuck, he didn't even know he had (or she) had all these kinks before meeting one another. their sex life really brought out the freaks in them.

"harder, steve, harder," she threw her head back after taking over rubbing her own clit. he slapped her hands away, holding them above her head as he did all the work down there. he could feel herself reach her climax as her walls squeezed on his cock.

"that's it babygirl," he moaned out.

She groaned, screaming out his name before twitching on his body, letting him know that she was overstimulated. he came inside her shortly after and stayed in until he grew soft, flipping over so he was lying next to her.

"that was amazing, steve," she rested her head on his chest, "still jealous?"

"not anymore, babe. not anymore."

[ddejavvu]

We're engraved in each other's hearts

daisy daisy daisy.. braiding eddie’s hair before he goes down on you so it’s not in his way </3

congrats again!! u deserve everybody’s praise, everybody’s love, good snacks, and the fluffiest eddie fics :’’) ily

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come celebrate 5.7k with me!

sweetheart you have to be the kindest person on the planet :(( you are so good to me, you make me smile every time we talk and i wish i could take your brain out of your head and kiss it because you always have the best ideas. i'll settle for a forehead kiss, though, because that's close to your brain and also because that means i get to kiss your forehead :') i love you too baby, i hope you end up enjoying this!!

this post is 18+, minors dni.

"Baby," Eddie whines, his fingers prying greedily at the hem of your panties, "Lemme in!"

"Eddie!" Your fingers slip around his bicep where you're trying to pull him towards you, his muscles flexing as he tries squirming out of your grip, "I just want to help you!"

"Making me wait is not helping." He pouts, and you want to kiss it off of his face. You do, in fact, and when you blink your eyes open again he's staring at you with lovesick, honey-sweet eyes, the pout still in tact as long as your panties are over your cunt.

"It'll take two seconds," You promise, combing a thick strand of hair from in front of his ear and tucking it with the rest of his mane behind him.

"One, two." Eddie supplies dryly, his hand already reaching for your underwear again, "Time's up!"

"Eddie," You scold, "Sit still or you're not getting anything tonight."

Your threat is empty, but scares him all the same. You both know that neither could resist the other, but you're thankful for the forced compliance it gives you anyways. Eddie sits bolt-upright in front of you, his back stiff as your fingers ghost over it. He's still impatient, his leg bouncing up and off the bed as he waits, but you're tired of watching him struggle to keep his hair at bay while he eats you out, and this was the only thing you could think of.

You part his hair into three messy sections, weaving them together into a sloppy braid. There's flyaway strands here and there, and one strand ends significantly higher up the braid than the other two, but it'll do.

You sling a rubber band around the end, twisting it as many times as it can manage and finally letting him go. He waits for your approval, clearly waiting for another torturously long step in the process, but you pat his back, "Go ahead, bub."

He's on his knees at the edge of the bed before you can process, eagerly tugging you forwards by your hips so that your core rests on the edge of the bed. You squeal indignantly, gripping the bedsheets as if they could help stabilize you, and your gaze trails down to Eddie's shit-eating grin, his braid an adorable compliment to his face.

His eyes rove over your pretty pink patterned panties eagerly, the lacy hem only getting him more worked up.

"Stunning." He insists, leaning in to press a kiss to where he knows your clit is beneath the fabric. Then he drags his tongue over the dry cotton, a string of saliva soaking into the fabric in his wake, "Can I rip 'em off with my teeth?"

"No, Eddie." You gripe, "These cost $35!"

"$35?!" His expression turns from delight to momentary horror, but his face nudges forwards into your clothed cunt and all indignation is gone, his voice muffled as he speaks, "You think I could offer them weed instead of cash for a new pair?"

"I'd say you've got a 50/50 shot of the cops being called on you."

"50/50 is good enough for me," Eddie shrugs, already slipping his tongue past your thigh and underneath the left leg hole of your underwear. He expertly drags the material into his mouth, his teeth catching the thin fabric. He rears his head back and they're gone, shreds in his mouth that he spits proudly at his feet.

"You're horrible." You deduce, burying your flushed face in your hands. He reaches up, tugging your hands away from your cheeks, prying you up and off of the mattress, and craning his neck up to kiss you.

"Horribly addicted to you. Got the test results back yesterday." He states, a soft pout on his lips that's much less genuine this time, "No cure."

[insomniac-astronomer]

Natasha Romanoff x Reader: Late Night Braids

I'm so fucking lonely omg. I've never mentioned this before but I'm a published author. Like, I've got shit I need to actually write but I've been exclusively writing murderous characters and romance. That's it.

Ugh. Fanfics. Love them. Anyway.

Description: Natasha braiding reader's hair. That's it.

Pronouns: neutral! None used! Reader has long hair tho.

WARNINGS: talk of nightmares, general feeling of hopelessness for a split second

*not my gif*

You are wasting time in the compound's kitchen, desperately trying to braid your hair the way the lady in the video is doing. She makes it look so damn easy. Your arms are growing tired but you won't give up until you do it.

Sometimes you can be found doing things like this at 1 in the morning, usually in the kitchen. Your room just gets too dark and confining. The kitchen is bright and there's always the possibility that someone else could be awake and then you would have company.

But no one ever is at this witching hour. 1 am is just after all the night owls go to sleep, a few hours before the morning birds get up, and approximately 1.5 hours before anyone would wake up with a nightmare. You are literally the only creature stirring.

"Neep help?" A voice behind you makes you jump and drop all of your hair, loosing your progress. Apparently there are two creatures stirring this evening.

"Geez, Nat, you scared me." You settle your heart rate and sit back down.

"Sorry." But she's smirking in that way she does.

"Why are you up?" You ask, frustratedly combing your hair out with your fingers and getting ready to start over.

"We have a week with no missions, I'm living a little." She takes the seat next to you. "Plus, I couldn't sleep because I kept hearing her say Step 1: separate your hair into-"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" You smile a little.

"Here," she gently turns your shoulders so your back is facing her. "Let me do it."

"That kinda defeats the purpose of me learning how to do it." You argue lightheartedly.

"You'd be sitting here all night."

She runs her hands through your hair to eliminate knots. A pleasant shiver runs down your spine. You were, admittedly, a little touch-starved, and her closeness feels like a beam of sunshine lighting up your heart.

You feel Natasha start to separate your hair into sections.

"Hey Nat?" You say it so quietly you don't think she'll hear it.

She hums in response.

"Why are you actually awake right now?"

She pauses her movements and you wish you'd never opened your mouth. But slowly, she resumes pace. "Nightmares."

"Do you get them a lot?" You ask, your eyes closing and enjoying the feelings of everything happening around you.

"Not as much as I used to." She responds. Her hand brushes against the side of your face as she moves to pick up a few strands of hair that fell away.

"That's good." A soft smile grows on your face.

"Why do you ask?" She questions.

You think for a minute. "Do you ever have good dreams?"

You hear her laugh slightly. "Yeah, sometimes I do. Do you?"

"Sometimes," a little bubble of laughter escapes you. "They're always about living in a completely different world."

She sighs. "Yeah, but our world is alright, too."

"Is it, though?"

"Yes," she laughs.

"Tell me one good reason cause I can't think of any." You dramatically cross your arms.

"You."

Your face heats up. "That's not a reason, I would exist in the other world, too."

"Well, what if we never met in a different world?" She has reached your neck and her hands gently tap the skin as she continues to braid. Each connection gives you a jolt of electricity a feeling you can only describe as the color yellow.

The conversation ends there but neither of you seem to care. Natasha ties off the braid at the end and pulls you into a tight hug. You smile and melt into the warmth.

"We should go watch a movie," you suggest. She gives you an adoring smile in return.

Thanks for reading! Don't steal! I will find u & it ;3

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