#dye shorts

[luhvrlis]

one of the toughest and most crucial choices in life is picking one of these three

[underyoursnow]

sorry im absolutely insane about the canonical fact of spike dyeing his hair every so often

[peacheskoo]

Last minute ice cream bros drawing before spring break is over Big L

[skywitchmaja]

hoot growl it’s junior year baby!!!

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

*breathes deeply* new fic? new ongoing fic to read? holy moly there's so much to catch up on, that is a lot of reading. (not speaking about fic only. i mean also asks here, because they can be gold nuggets of fun things. and i have not checked for months for tiredness,, woe)

favourite things about new fic so far: zhongli going down rabbit holes of information of Things he Does Not Know because alternate reality and a most favourite shared disconnect from the rest of the world. very understandable. love to see that. also love to see how he's trying to act according to appropriate power levels and is still overpowered. ... actually, is it a full alternate reality or is it another time travel shenanigans (or both)? because. just because. i have a feeling i'm reading it too fast in haste so i may well be missing things that make that more or less obvious

my confusion of reading in haste too much aside, did i see something about being able to ask for outfit doodles? 👀 if no one else has yet i am here for it (as long as it is not a trouble)

absolutely no trouble, i just cleaned it up a bit and colored it in. here's the crew so far! god i can't believe i nailed guizhong's hair color and blue-white color scheme in cyanide LMAO literally colorpicked her haircolor from one of my drawings of her hahah

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

what kind of favour do you require in exchange for an equineswap jiang yanli

I will fight god if that's what it takes.

No favour required! These guys were in the original doodle dump!

[nadia-cannot-think-straight]

Everything you need to know about me in one image:

Every hiperfixation i have NEEDS to have either needlesly complex MLP au, needlesly complex ATLA au or both. Usually both.

I like borzoi dogs :)

[prismbearer]

obsessed

[the-dye-stained-socialite]

"What do you do when you are grown for a singular purpose. Borne for a singular purpose," they hissed. Blood marred both their knuckles and the wall. "How can I move forward?"

Create a new purpose? But what would become of their identity? Their past? Their history? Could they stand to cut off their roots? to take a saw to their branch of the family tree?

And what of their father? He had known them since a mere bud on the bark. Watched them flower and grow. To cut off their own branch... would sever all their connection with him as well. Yet they were not just his daughter. They were their mother's as well.

Could they even be called his daughter, truly? They were a Pawn from their very inception, from the moment the idea of them sprang from their mother's brain. Had they ever belonged to him? Or was it always to the Game?

Was reinvention of the self a betrayel? Would it even grant them freedom?

[shoponlinemalls]

Pretty purple hair color 💜

[lord-luci]

elusive face post because i slaved over this hua cheng cosplay and i need everybody to witness it

[strangelittlestories]

[cw: briefly appearance of a homophobic characer who uses a slur]

He looked like sunlight.

I'd never seen hair that colour before, that bright mix of platinum and and sunflower. I'd had a few beers by that point, and when I saw him across the dance floor I thought he was on fire.

The bar wasn't anything special. It was grimy, like I liked it, the dance floor had less room to move than some prison cells I'd been in (and considerably more sticky). I figured I'd have a drink, have a dance, have a fight, then have *another* drink from one of these drab buggers.

But there he was, lighting up the night. And I swear I'd never known the meaning of the word effulgent until I saw him.

“Mate, your hair, it’s…” I was slurring,

“It’s great, isn’t it? It’s called Platinum Blonde. Like the movie?”

“The Jean Harlow film?” I’d actually seen that flick back in the ‘30s. It made me have hitherto unexplored feelings about blondes. “She was biteable…”

“I know, right?” He nods at me and smiles and I want him doing that forever.

“Bloody right.”

“You’ve got a cute accent…”

When we left the bar, we didn’t just go to some convenient alley where I would drain him dry and move on. No, tonight was special. And maybe it was the cheap whiskey or maybe pollution or maybe it was him, but the night air shimmered as we passed. The streetlamps flickered wherever we walked, as they knew they could never be as bright as *him*.

We ended up at a late night drug store. He guided me through the brightly coloured packages like he was an alchemist and I was his precious student. I’d never had much time for that mystical shite like some of my type, but this was the kind of neon magic I could get behind.

“This one.” He said, fingers caressing a cardboard package on which a woman with a dazzling smile modelled even more dazzling locks.

“What the bloody hell is Clairol? Is that this bird’s name?”

“Nah, it’s the name of the brand, man. Bringing platinum to the masses.” He had one hand in my hair, tousling the mousy strands and I was incredibly aware of his pulse roaring through his veins. “Spinning straw into gold…”

He was still playing with my hair when we got to the checkout. The clerk gave us a look like he wanted to say something. I was feeling peckish by then, so I just licked my lips at him and pressed myself a bit closer against the living star next to me.

“Fucking fags.” I didn’t really give a bugger, but I saw my star’s face fall. Not much, just enough to make him burn a little less brightly.

Then my hand was around the clerk’s throat and he was choking.

The star didn’t say anything, he just put one firm hand on my arm. Gently. I don’t know why, but I lessened my grip.

“Apologise.” I said it slowly and carefully, drawing out every syllable, letting myself feel the word taut in the air.

He mumbled something that was close enough to sorry to make no odds.

We went back to his place.

I’d never had someone wash my hair before. It was a bit like what being bitten felt like. It felt vulnerable. Transformative.

And after we’d washed the chemicals out, I stood there and I looked in the mirror and … of course, there was no-one looking back at me. But the way *he* looked at me, I bloody well felt like a new man.

His hands were in my hair again. I smiled at him. We fell onto the bed with our hands tangled in each other.

I waited until the sun came up before I did it.

But as the first rays began to creep round the curtains and sting my eyes, I bit hard and drank deep.

And he tasted like sunlight.

[arthursfuckinghat]

Having more than one fixation is so fun like do I want to dress like a cowboy today? A detective? A pop punk freedom fighter? The choices..

[sealrock]

decembhyur, day 6: memory

you're gonna go far, kid.

[t-u-i-t-c]

sasuke & casual looks

[gallusgalluss]

aliens if they were muppets

aliens if they were people