#got me wondering about the textural differences of everyone's hair..

[fisheito]

follow the vice captain! grow flowing locks for maximum chivalry and knighthood!

[creatingblackcharacters]

Your posts about hair care always have me doing a double take on myself because it's always new information. And I'd wonder "am I whitewashing myself? Not connected to my roots enough?" But actually seeing as I am ten toes down in the soil of a West African country having never even visited even a different state.... It's actually just cause I hated getting my hair braided for most of my childhood and pathologically avoided anything about haircare until I had it trimmed. Which is funny but also concerning at this point I have too much dandruff to be acting like this, how does one go about properly caring for a high taper fade?

Also howw do black men get that almost starter-locs look on their head with only a brush and some Vaseline it doesn't work until I get the actual sponge tool and someone told me it's cause I used to relax my hair but I shaved it all off?? This brand new growth should be different no??

🤣🤣 I think you're good, friend! The traumas of Black hair care as a child with no autonomy really go unaddressed in our community. Once I got told I couldn't come back to a salon bc of my bad behavior. But the reason my behavior was "bad" is because I'd finally got fed up of my chronically late ass hair stylist showing up bc she had to get junk food for her spoiled rotten ass kids, leaving the perm in my head until my scalp seared numerous times, always walking away from me for hours, and then being rough with my tender scalp. So fuck her 🤣 to this DAY I don't respect her memory. to date I cannot STAND the culture of being late to hair appts but not getting discounts for said unprofessionalism. Being natural is the best thing that ever happened to my hair.

Second, shouldn't NOBODY be using any Vaseline in their head!! No!!!

Everyone's hair is gonna grow in differently. You might need to give your hair some time to breathe as it is, and then start attempting some styles. It took me six months to grow out my natural hair from the permed texture; ik you said it was only braided but it might be used to the weight (?)

What texture is your hair? Because it's easier to do certain styles with thicker hair. Is this the style you're talking about? If not let me know so I understand.

[auspicioustidings]

Kinktober Day 9

Moniker: Nik Risk Level: N/A. Nik has never been detained and is visiting freely. Brief: Phone sex Safeword: Refer to first brief. Since you’re not in any danger I convinced Price to let me watch for this one. Would appreciate if you can play to the camera ;) - Soap

The room was more like an apartment than it had been before. You almost threw a fit about how much money this place had to throw around because there was a full window looking out onto the moonlit city below. Problem being you weren’t in a city and it was very much morning, so that was a very good screen.

Still, you liked it a lot. You were well and truly exhausted and you weren’t entirely sure you would have been able to go through with anything if you had walked in and saw some sort of sex dungeon. This though? The living space of a penthouse with a tv, sofa, little kitchenette and bar? This you could deal with you thought.

When the phone on the coffee table rang you collapsed down onto the sofa to answer it.

“Hello?”

“You sound tired.”

You did not know this voice, but you assumed it was Nik. Russian accent you thought. A vague pool of unease settled in your stomach.

“Uh yeah, last week was a lot.”

“I bet. Are you nervous?”

You chewed your lip and considered. Nik. Valeria had mentioned him hadn’t she? But he wasn’t here, what damage could he do on the phone?

“Someone mentioned a Nikto…”

The man on the phone laughed a booming laugh that made you smile.

“Easy mistake but I am Nikolai, not Nikto. Both codenames but for different men I assure you.”

“Oh thank God. I mean no offense, but I’m just rinsed today. Not that I can’t-! Y’know. I can, I just uh… slow would be nice.”

You could almost hear Soap laughing at you. God when did you get this embarrassing? Your toes curled almost painfully as you fought the urge to hang up and bury yourself in the blanket hanging over the back of the couch.

“Tell me why you are ‘rinsed’” he said, sounding so friendly and easy that you relaxed a bit.

You glanced at the camera, wondered how much of what you did here was conveyed to everyone else. Soap surely must know about yesterday. The fracture was small and hadn’t been deforming so it was going to be left to heal on its own, but you definitely had two black eyes from it that Rudy and Ale had spent most of last night icing.

“Everyone is… energetic” you said cautiously, not wanting to break NDA.

“Ha! Is Price there? He’ll reassure you that you don’t need to watch your words around me.”

“He isn’t. Um, Soap is here? Well not here here, but watching and listening.”

“Of course he is the little pervert. Do you enjoy hot chocolate?”

“I suppose?”

“Good, go make yourself some, there are provisions in the kitchen. I will work on getting you confirmation that you are clear to tell me whatever you want to.”

He hung up. The man fucking hung up and you just gaped at the phone. What kind of phone sex was this?

“He hung up?” Soap asked, popping his head in the door with a lazy grin.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on cameras?”

“Aren’t you supposed tae be diddlin’ yerself tae the dulcet tones of an old Russian man?”

You rolled your eyes and groaned as you forced your weary body to stand.

“Yeah well he told me to make a hot chocolate.”

“Offt, hot and steamy eh?”

You laughed because it was nice to see him outwith a session. He was goofier than you had thought he would be, less intense. His hair was floppy today, not styled, and he was wearing tartan pj bottoms with his chest bare.

“Well come on in then. Hot chocolate?”

“Dinnae mind if I do!”

You had a bitter fight about the correct ratio of powder to milk and you discovered he was very particular about marshmallows. He got the plant based ones because he said the texture of gelatine based sweets icked him out. You were crying with laughter at how he went on about it. Given how he was in bed, you hadn’t thought he’d be easy to ick out about any sort of texture in his mouth.

It was nice. It wasn’t aftercare to bring you down, it was just… hanging out. It was stealing his marshmallows because he had gotten some of the cream on your face. It was him teasing you because when he asked about your day with Price you had hidden your face in your mug to not give yourself away, but there had been no hiding your soft smile thinking about it.

You both chatted away while people watching out of the “window”. Whoever had chosen the backdrop had a sense of humour because the two of you were able to play where’s wally with one of the people wandering the city street being in an iconic white and red stripped shirt, bobble hat and blue trousers.

By the time you were down to the bottom of your mug you were relaxed, content. Yeah everything still ached, but this was just what you needed. A day to chill out with no expectations on your body.

The phone rang and Johnny took your mug with a smile and went to clean up while you bounced back onto the plush couch cushions to answer.

“I hear you’re an old Russian man” you teased.

“Well that’s a first, I assure you that you’re mistaken.”

The noise of panic and the subsequent flailing to sit up straight and put your professional face on invited curious looks from Johnny.

“Ma’am, sorry I thought you were someone else” you said, still intimidated by Kate Laswell more than you could ever say.

“At ease. I’m calling to explain that your NDA pertains to those not involved in the Kennel. While you are there you can speak with anyone about whatever you would like. Hell, they have clearance to know about every top secret op you’ve ever been involved with.”

Well that was both reassuring and low key terrifying. Jesus who were these people? Johnny had wandered over to ask who was on the phone since he had sussed out that at the very least it wasn’t Nik.

“Soap is there? While you are allowed to tell him anything, if you do it will get back to Ghost. And Gaz. And Price. And whoever else he comes across that day. The boy is an insatiable gossip. Nik isn’t, so you can be comfortable with him. Put me on speaker.”

You put her on speaker while squinting in suspicion at Johnny. How much of your time together did everybody else know about? God, that was embarrassing and yet kind of hot to think about, him giving other people a play by play.

“Soap.”

“Yes ma’am?”

“The brief today does not involve you. You can look, but no touching.”

“…yes ma’am.”

She hung up and both of you relaxed your shoulders.

“That wummin’ scares the shite out of me on the phone. In person I dinnae feel it, but when I cannae see her face I feel like I’m in trouble all the time.”

You laughed at him and he grinned back. The phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Did you have hot chocolate?”

“Nik! You nearly gave me a heart attack having Laswell call! I called her an old Russian man!”

“Did you now? Who has been calling me old?”

Ah. Shit.

“Uh… nobody?”

“Strange way to pronounce Soap. I hope he is being good to you.”

“He is” you said with a stupid smile on your face as you glanced over to the man in question who was now minding his own business and looking out of the not window.

“I am glad. He is a good boy when he wants to be. Now, would you like to talk about the rinsing?”

You wanted to. Even with Laswell’s warning that Johnny was a terrible gossip so everybody would know, you wanted to.

“I was with Sin Nombre yesterday.”

“Ah, she is a viper.”

“Oh my God she is! Did you know I have two black eyes and a nose fracture? She was so mean about it as well! So much worse than Keegan was and he was a right wanker. I’m actually really mad at how easily she took me in a fight, I do have training. And she beat the shit out of Ale which felt uncalled for, he’s been nothing but nice. Also do you know why the hell Rudy of all people was detained? He’s such a sweetheart. It makes no sense that he’s been recently detained and Gaz hasn’t y’know? Like don’t get me wrong, Gaz was so nice and he was clearly cut up about going as hard as he did, but he definitely could hurt a civilian carrying on like that.”

Well that certainly got away from you. It was just a lot. The last week had been a lot. You had never had this level of physical intimacy before, but you also were suffering from a lack of friends. They were hard to keep in your line of work and being able to get on the phone and just rant and rave and gossip was something you had always wanted for yourself which felt silly, but at the end of the day the longing for it was there.

And oh he gave it to you. Nik laughed with you about the idiosyncrasies of these people and commiserated on your aches and pains. You wound up talking about everything and anything. No confidentiality, no ‘can’t tell you or I’d have to kill you’. You were free to tell him whatever the hell you wanted and it was wonderful.

You liked him a lot. He had dry wit and took life with no seriousness at all. He told you about Gaz hanging out of his helicopter and you couldn’t believe it was the truth. He had stories upon stories, each more outrageous than the next.

“So… I actually did put on nice underwear today thinking you’d ask about it.”

It was shocking that you were the one propositioning him. You had walked in here thinking phone sex wouldn’t be your cup of tea at all but would be doable. Now? Well you sort of wanted to try it because he was nice and playful and you liked his voice. And yes, maybe because your body was sort of craving a little release. Fuck, your whole system was turning into a needy mess now that it had gotten a taste of hedonism.

“Tell me about it” he said, a raspy sort of purr to his voice that sent a spark straight between your legs.

“It’s pretty. Light blue, little pink flowers embroidered in the mesh.”

“And how much of it is mesh?”

“Most of it. It’s see through.”

“I will have to visit one day to see it in person. Would you like to know about mine?”

“Yes.”

“I will have to disappoint, I don’t wear underwear. And now that I have put my hand down to check, I find I am rather comfortable holding my cock. He seems eager for you tell me all about what’s underneath that pretty underwear.”

You had to clear your throat as you wriggled a little, your pussy very much waking up and interested. You had never done this before and you were flooding with nerves about it.

“I um… well” you mumbled, trying to find any of the fire you had slowly been finding the past week. “My pussy feels needy.”

“Oh miyala, we must deal with that. I want you to put the phone on speaker on the table and get yourself comfortable.”

Your breathing was a little too fast to convince him that you were totally confident in what you were doing, but you put the phone on speaker and gently laid it down before sinking into the corner of the sofa, moving around until you were nice and comfortable.

“Are you good?”

“Yes.”

“I want you to take your clothes off so that Soap can tell me exactly what it feels like looking at you in that pretty underwear you mentioned.”

Oh God, you had forgotten he was even in the room, but there he was, leaning against the not window and looking at you. He gave you a nod that said ‘go ahead’. You swallowed and took your t-shirt off before wriggling out of your pants, letting both items of clothing lay in a heap on the floor.

This felt so sensual. Like you weren’t you, instead you were some confident woman who lounged in lingerie in her lux apartment, unbothered by having one man talk you through touching yourself on the phone while another got him off by describing it.

“She wisnae lying. Very pretty. Can see her nipples through it.”

“Are they hard?”

“Aye, could be harder though.”

“Well then, play with your tits. Don’t go under the bra given it’s so pretty, squeeze over it, nice and soft and slow.”

You let yourself relax back, gaze drifting to the ceiling and softening. The first soft brush of your hand over your breast felt nice, comfortable. God you had been mean to your body, pushing it so hard. Time to be nice with it.

When you rubbed at your more sensitive nipple you whined low and languid.

“Oh that’s beautiful. What happened there?”

“She played with her nipple. Right one is more sensitive” Soap explained, leaning against the back on the sofa at the opposite end from where you were and just watching.

“Give the left some love miyala. She may not be as sensitive but she still deserves to be played with.”

You switched to the left, lazily played with it until it was just as peaked as the right.

“Ah, you must tell me you understand when I give instruction.”

“Yes, I understand sir.”

“Good girl.”

You’d never played with your breasts like this since you couldn’t cum from breast play alone so it felt like a waste of time. Why hadn’t you? This was nice, it just felt nice. Slow pleasure for the sake of it, just because you could. No other plans but this.

“Hmm I can hear the pleasure in your breathing. Just that has me very hard miyala. I’m playing with my balls nice and soft and slow the way you are playing with your tits, but my cock is getting impatient. Will you put your lovely hand down those pretty panties for me?”

“Slow” Soap added.

You gave your tits a firm, loving squeeze before letting your fingers trail sensually down your bare undercarriage, leaving little patterns as you worked over your stomach to the hem of your panties. Fuck, had you ever touched you body like this? No thinking about if it was attractive, no worrying about how you looked, just enjoying the feeling of touch.

“She’s dipping into them now Nik, dinnae think I’ve seen a bonnier sight.”

“Hm I don’t often find myself feeling envy, but I feel it for you today. Fingers on your clit, gentle, slow. Is it slippery already from how you’ve been rubbing your legs together? Gather some more wetness from your hole and make sure it’s so slippery getting friction is difficult.”

“God Nik, sir, I’m so wet already” you moaned, loving how the lightest touch had your body warming and happy. “Please can you touch yourself while I play with my clit? Want you to feel as good as I do.”

Who the fuck said that because surely it wasn’t you. You who had been a virgin until a week ago. Fuck it, it was. And you loved it. And that was ok.

“I’m wrapping one hand around my cock now. Pumping so slow, but I’m leaking so much miyala. You make me feel twenty years younger, I fear I won’t last long with your pretty moans in my ear.”

Your little moans and sighs had nothing on the deep grunts coming from his end. You could hear his hand pulling at his cock, hear how he got faster and the sound turned wetter. It was the most erotic thing you had ever heard and you found yourself speeding up as well, trying to find purchase in the flood of arousal.

“Can I cum?” Nik asked with a groan.

Him asking you that zapped through you with the force of a lightning bolt and you cried out.

“Yes, cum Nik! Fuck, I’m going to cum!”

Your hips bucked off of the sofa and you thrust up against your hand as you rode it out, closing your eyes to focus on the sound of his choked shout as he went flying with you.

When you slowly came down you couldn’t help but breathlessly laugh as you took your hand from your panties and rested it on your belly, the other forearm draped across your forehead. Fuck, that was good. That was so good. Nothing harsh for your body, just a nice, lazy orgasm.

“I made a mess miyala” Nik laughed.

“So did I. The mesh on these feels awful this wet.”

“Go get cleaned up, comfy underwear on. Babushka panties.”

You howled with laughter at that.

“Thank you Nik, this was… really nice. I enjoyed speaking with you.”

“Anytime. Even if it is just to complain, you can call me and I will listen. Good-bye miyala.”

“Bye Nik.”

You heaved up to hit the button to hang up, but Soap beat you to it. You went to thank him and your whole body tensed. Danger. You were in fucking danger. His eyes were blown out, focused on your wet cunt sticking uncomfortably to your panties. There were little half moons dug into his palm from his nails and they were bleeding from how hard he had went.

“Johnny? I don’t want to do anything else today.”

His palm came too quickly for you to get a shout out, grabbing your own that had been laying on your forehead and crushing it to your mouth.

“Dinnae say something ye might regret” he said, as if in a trance while he crushed your other hand to your stomach with his knee.

You couldn’t shout out the word, you couldn’t give the hand signal and nobody was on cameras because you were supposed to be safe with it just being phone sex. He started to lean over you, the knee on you painful and his eyes crazed.

There was a sharp whistle and he snapped his head to the doorway before scrambling off of you.

“I wisnae-”

“Out.”

You expected him to fight, but all that aggressive energy just drained right out of him as he started towards the door. You shakily rolled over to look. You didn’t know the large man standing there. His face was heavily scarred, one cut through his upper lip that made it hitch, but he was handsome with a strong jaw and messy blonde hair cut short.

Soap looked well and truly chastised as he walked out past the man whose eyes stuck to yours.

“Laswell called as soon as she confirmed he was in the room. You weren’t in danger from him princess, I was right here the whole time.”

“Is he ok?”

“He’ll be fine so long as you keep your mouth shut about this. He wouldn’t have hurt you.”

You didn’t believe him, but you did believe that he wouldn’t have let him hurt you.

“I won’t say anything.”

You knew it was stupid and destructive. Soap was a danger to you, at least he had been just now. You should tell Price, get him detained so he didn’t wind up hurting someone. But you were selfish and you selfishly really liked him and didn’t want to see him caged.

“Good.”

The man left, the door closing with a snick behind him. You took a few minutes to calm your racing heart and then went to clean up and have a quiet night.

[rrenzwrld]

EREN AS A PAGEANT DAD HEADCANONS PLEASE!!

omg this is different and i like it! i see the vision and i do have some hcs for you~

pageant dad!eren hcs that just make sense 🤭 (actually in love w this idea)

— eren did NOT approve of the idea at first but you convinced him to let your daughter participate in being a pageant girlie + his baby’s cute puppy dog eyes wearing him down.. so she ended up starting as a pageant kid at a young age

— he didn’t like the money that was spent (even though y’all had it bc i believe he’s lowkey kinda cheap) so he gets carla to make the outfits and help out with the hair and makeup at a cheaper cost

— but your baby was NOT happy with that and she wanted to look like the other girls so… y’all did end up spending the money for everything.. for every pageant event 😬

— since your daughter had a much curlier hair texture, she couldn’t quite get the look she really wanted so she was sad about that

— some moments leading to the instilling of lots of self love especially with hair texture and skin color

— lots of “don’t cry, baby~ if you cry, you gonna make me cry” and “winning doesn’t matter, okay? you’ll always be my little princess”

— although eren says winning doesn’t matter, it still feels really good when he sees his daughters face light up as she takes pictures with her cute trophies/tiara (i was thinking about toddlers and tiaras yes)

— the house is full of pictures, trophies, medals, etc she wins most of the competitions

— yes he would brag about his child bc he knows she deserves to be bragged about duh

— he is VERY protective

— if you can’t make it to the event and there’s no one to help your daughter prepare, he’s really in dad mode

— a lot of “take some of that lipgloss off. she’s five not fucking twenty-five.” bc he gets irritated when he thinks his baby is not being done right

— the other moms have a tiny crush on him but he pushes past like they mean nothing bc this is a competition, not the hokey pokey and plus, he got a fine ass wife with big tiddies by his side so he really don’t got time 🤷🏽‍♀️

— some parents even steal certain aspects of your daughter’s performance and that does NOT go unnoticed by him

— talks shit about everything he sees, just the parents choices bc the children are innocent and he’s kinda critical when it comes to everyone else

— *whispers* “i knew that bitch would try to-” .. “eren, you are too loud.”

— records everything for memories and gets mad when ppl get in the way and he’s not afraid to let them know they’re in the way “oh my fucking-” or “i’m trying to see my kid, can you not stand directly in front of me?”

— you even have to pinch him a few times when he gets too much and is attracting glares bc his temper can get a lil embarrassing “stop all that damn cussin in front of these kids.”

— even though he’d be a bit overprotective of his baby especially when it comes to the pageant life, i believe eren would be a wonderful pageant dad and all he wants is for is little princess to do what makes her happy 😌👸🏽

(new fic coming soon after tomorrow when i see the votes!)

[blahaj-blastin]

Hi! This ask is asking for tips relating to trans stuff so you can ignore if you don’t have any! thanks

Basically, I’m a genderqueer person who might be a trans man. I cut my hair recently but unfortunately it wasn’t short enough. I was wondering if you had any tips to make hair look more stereotypically masculine?

Secondly, do you have any tips for weeding out who are Allie’s and who aren’t? I’m not exactly sure who I can be open with and studd

thanks! Have a good day

This question make me smile so much, I’m more than happy to help!

Keep in mind, this is all from my own experience, but I’ll try to include some things in here that I have heard from other people too.

To me, the most important tip is to experiment a little bit. There are always gonna be lots of different people telling you lots of different things, don’t be afraid to try a few of them. I can tell you what ended up working for me, but don’t limit yourself to just that, everyone finds their gender euphoria in different ways.

For me, it was when I started wearing dark clothes and neutral colors that really helped. Baggy clothes have helped a lot too with my body dysphoria, especially with the added help of layering. I have a couple long sleeve tees I like throwing under short sleeved ones, and button ups and jackets that can go on top, anything to help hide my form and give a darker, more masculine appearance.

I’ve talked about it a little bit before on here, but tall shoes are a good way to add a little height, and I like ones that do so subtly, like heelys (you can take out the wheel and they just look like normal sneakers, but add about two inches). I like wearing eye liner and dark eye makeup especially on the under eye, as men tend to have more defined eyebags. There’s a lot of other masc makeup tutorials out there, but as someone who is not good at makeup, that was the option I went with. More subtle things that no one really noticed, but helped me, were switching to men’s deodorant and soaps.

As for hair, it definitely depends on the texture. I kept my hair short for a long time though in fear that longer hair would make me less of a trans man. My hair isn’t too long, but it’s around shoulder length, which I was very worried about dysphoria wise, and it was hard for a moment, until I figured out how to style it. Obviously, this comes down to texture. I have very fine straighter hair, and so for me, adding a little volume, layering, and curl helped it become less of a bob, and more masculine. I don’t know the science behind that, but it helped. Layering really helped so it wasn’t just flat longer hair, it looked messier, and it also helped me to get just some medium hold pomade and slick it back slightly.

As for allies, that is honestly one of the hardest parts. I got pretty lucky in having family that I knew was open, like my siblings and cousins, and I didn’t really have many friends as a whole at the time, so I was mostly starting on a blank slate, but I did have one pretty religious friend that I was terrified about. It starts with trying to observe small things about them. Have they ever said anything about the trans community? What would their other beliefs do they that that may sway their opinion in one way or another? Have they ever talked about pronouns or gender expression? Then try bringing up transgender topics in popular news and media and see their response. With a lot of people, there may not be a definitive way to say, and a really scary jump has to be made. Just remember, that if anyone does respond poorly, it reflects on them, not you. It’s not worth keeping a secret from someone in a friendship and not living happily as yourself. The friendships you are meant to keep, will stay through this change, or they’ll come around. And yeah, losing people hurts like hell, but knowing who you can then trust to be yourself makes those good relationships all the better.

I hope this helps. If you have any more questions, don’t be afraid to ask or reach out, cause I am more than happy to help on this amazing journey of yours. Being trans and being able to find yourself in that way is a beautiful experience, even through the heartbreak and pain. More than anything, do not give up on this journey. You are so strong for taking all this on, and if you ever feel isolated, know that you are never alone, and there are always those of us out there that will support you.

Edit: Elaborating on the hair thing below the line

These are both pictures of me, a few years apart, but both pre medical transition. My hair is about the same length, only the second is a lot “messier” with more layers and using volumizing mouse and gel. Some people will also use hair irons in a certain way, it just takes a little more time.

[selfpositiveundertale]

Update

CW: discussion of trauma (the trauma was a bad car accident)

I was able to pay for my dog's vet appointment and her medicine thanks to the person who paypal'd me ❤️❤️❤️ She isn't happy about having to take medicine again but hopefully this will be the last round, it's pretty much just probiotics and something to settle her stomach because the antibiotics really did a number on her tummy.

My hands ache from the crash but it's no worse than the soreness after crocheting for several hours. I can do some crocheting but I find thicker yarn much easier and less painful to work with right now. That said, I got a bunch of chenille yarn a while back and I have some larger plush versions of my Ralsei amogus dolls in the works. The first one is almost done, I just have to assemble and attach the hat. Will post a pic when he's done. I want to have at least 2 each with and without squeakers made and then I might reopen my Etsy shop and list them. They will cost more due to the cost of materials, but I'll probably mostly have dolls made of the chenille yarn for a while, at least until I can work with normal yarn without pain within minutes again. I'm hoping to sell a couple by Tuesday because I have another chiropractic appointment that day I'll need to pay for and my husband doesn't get paid again until Friday.

I'm still trying to process what happened. I'm seeing my therapist tomorrow and I will be discussing it with her. This therapist is new to me, my previous one that I had for a few years left the place I'm with and is now working elsewhere. We've only had like 2 sessions but she seems nice. It's just a little frustrating having to break in a new therapist all over again but not really a problem so I'm not worried.

I drove today, to take my dog to the vet. It was scary. I didn't realize how paranoid I would be of other drivers, fully expecting anyone and everyone to whip out in front of me when they're waiting to exit a parking lot to the road or suddenly veer into my lane when they're right beside me and I panicked every time I saw them. It took a lot of self control to not slam on the brakes and to remind myself that other people are not going to do things like that. I have to remember I know how to drive safely and most people are not going to be so reckless as to do the dangerous things my brain is expecting them to do. My anxiety around driving is almost back to where it was while I was still very new at it, terrified to be on the road with other people and having no trust in them and even less trust in myself. I have to build up my confidence again and I have no idea how long it will take.

I have to say, getting hit by one huge trauma all at once sure feels different from the trauma I'm used to, which is the kind that builds up over many years in a toxic and dysfunctional family. It's kind of surreal, I find myself wondering if it was all a dream but then I see the bruises on my legs and feel the ache in my palms and how stiff and sore my body still is even after a chiropractic appointment and see the empty space where I would have parked my vehicle and I have to remember it really happened. I get this weird chill that seeps up the back of my head like cold water in my hair when I remember it. And yeah, I'm grateful I walked away with nothing worse than bruises and stuff my chiropractor fixes literally all the time anyway, but I wish it didn't happen.

It's all such a mess. Right now I'm just trying to focus on keeping myself fed with good food and busy with things that can make some money. I'm making chili tomorrow because it's one of the less expensive things I can make, and also I could use some comfort food after the week I've had. And maybe the familiar routine of cooking the beans will help soothe my brain. I only use dry beans as I can't stand the texture of canned beans. Cooking them isn't difficult or complicated, just time consuming and I think the 2 or 3 hours it'll take to cook them will do me some good.

It's after midnight and I'm exhausted, so I'm gonna try to get some sleep. Goodnight, and stay determined.

❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hello! I was wondering if you could match me for Haikyuu, Bungou and Genshin.

Pronouns: I use he/him pronouns only, im a trans guy :D

Sexuality: I am gay! and acespec :D I only like men

Zodiac and MBTI: Im a Taurus/INTJ

Appearance: Im 5'6, Ive got a pretty pale complexion, my eyes are close to a chocolate brown. Ive got a short bob cut to my chin, brown hair with a bunch of pink highlights, all different shades from not dying it correctly. Gold-rimmed glasses that are kinda rounded with thick lenses, ive got really bad eyesight. Ive pretty much got a twink build, so look at Venti? Yea like that.

Personality: im pretty introverted, i dont really talk to people all that much until i get a chance to ramble ablution my interests, and then i could go on for hours. I tend to be quite sarcastic with most anyone, and get annoyed really easily when people make obvious mistakes/being idiotic, despite me doing similar things myself. Even tho Ive said all this, i sometimes get shoved into the therapist role to have everyone talk to me about their life problems. I also sometimes tend to overshare about things in my life to literall strangers. So fun.

Likes: Cosplaying, anime, music, VOCALOID, Story and lore heavy games like genshin, collecting rocks, any kind of gemstone, sea shells, manga collecting, reading, laying around in bed, going to conventions.

Dislikes: Spiders and snakes, people cutting in front of me in line, people walking slow in front of me, especially when i need to go somewhere in a hurry. realistic blood and death, Loud noises and sudden bright lights, excess amounts of cheese on pizzas, especially if its just mozzarella, squashes and zucchini (i have a reason) and certain clothing textures touching when i wear them. Also dresses. I hate dresses, especially ones that go past my knees.

Hobbies: Cosplay is one, i love doing it and makeup just for fun to go out in, i really like playing video games, i adore reading manga, and other light novels.

Other things: Ive got diagnosed insomnia and its difficult for me to sleep without holding something like a pillow, plush animal, or another person. I also wear an earphone headband to sleep with white noise.

Hi! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I hope you like your matchups!

In Haikyuu, I match you with...

You and Bokuto are certainly the odd couple at first glance. Where you’re introverted, Bokuto is bouncing around and being an extrovert in every sense of the word.

He absolutely loves listening to you ramble. It’s one of the only times he’ll be quiet himself since it’s such a change from what you’re usually like.

As soon as he finds out that you sleep better while holding something, he’s going to be completely insufferable. Did you know he sleeps better when he’s being held? Well, he’s not sure it that’s true but there’s no harm in trying right?!

Please get him into Vocaloid. Bokuto strikes me as someone who hasn’t really listened to much before but as soon as he discovers Hatsune Miku, he’s found his hyperfixation.

People cutting in line definitely irks him as well but while you might be too introverted to say anything, he’s puffing out his chest and giving them a piece of his mind. There’s no way he’s going to just let them cut in front of the two of you like that.

In Bungo Stray Dogs, I match you with...

Okay, since you’re easily annoyed, Dazai might seem like a strange matchup since he’s likely the source of most of your annoyance. But I really do think you’d get along well.

He’s always keeping an eye out for gemstones and sea shells to give you. He knows you like collecting them and likes being able to add to your collection.

Dazai would love going to conventions with you! He thinks they’re great fun and they take his mind off his suicidal tendencies for a while.

He totally gets that loud noises and bright lights can be a lot and he’s quite understanding when you reach your limit. He’ll happily step away from the action for a while to keep you company while you recover.

Please recommend some manga for him to read. I see him as someone who likes manga because it’s easy and quick to read. He also likes a lot of the characters.

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

You and Kaveh are an unstoppable sarcasm duo. No one can stand in your way and Alhaitham is so tired of your combined antics.

It’s a good thing you’re the therapist friend because Kaveh needs a comforting presence in his life. He’s also more than happy to lend an ear if and when you need to get stuff off your chest as well.

He loves that you like collecting things. He’ll design rotating shelves and cabinets for you to house your collections in.

He’s an interesting balance of a slow walker and a fast walker. When he’s by himself, he’ll usually take it slow and admire his surroundings. But when he’s with someone, he’ll walk faster.

Please get him into cosplay! Kaveh would be so into designing and making his own costumes and would love helping you out with yours as well.

[writinganddyinginside]

Piano Concerto

Danganronpa Drabble

Word Count: 774.

Ships: Kaede Akamatsu/Miu Iruma.

CW

N/A

Credits

Banner: PNGs from @/pngsgalore and @/oldnetreasures. Texture by @/pscs5

Divider: @/cafekitsune

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Kaede shouldn’t have felt so nervous. There was a nervousness she always held, regardless of what she was playing, how much she practiced, who was going to be there. But this time who was going to be there mattered. It mattered even though it shouldn’t have, since she saw the girl literally two days before.

Kaede wondered if she was upset at all.

Two nights ago, she gave the girl a ticket and invitation, asking her to attend. It didn’t have Kaede’s name on it at all, and she kind of acted as if she was going to be attending with her… As Kaede peeked into the crowd she saw her. Done up in lovely reds and pinks. She was looking down at her phone; she looked upset, maybe. Hopefully Kaede hadn’t messed up. She continued to convince the woman that she was looking for her in the audience until she felt too bad to continue because she knew that the other was smart.

She hoped, more than anything else, that Miu wouldn’t leave.

Luckily she could still see her as an announcer began to speak. Her eyes were trained, as if the seat would be empty if she blinked. The only thing that broke the gaze was her cue to step up onto the stage. From there, she focused solely on not looking. 

She sat down on the piano bench in a sky blue color, a long, almost Victorian dress that she no doubt felt pretty in. Her hair laid braided over her shoulder and she was all but grateful that she wasn’t sweating off the makeup she’d put on. It was unnecessary, perhaps, but because she knew Miu was watching her it was worth it.

Kaede would be surprised if she noticed taking a single breath before the final note of the piece was played. She stood and gave the deepest bow she could muster, disappeared off the stage as soon as she had had enough of the applause.

Kaede waited for the inventor somewhere near the exit. Miu was as excited as Kaede had dreamed, and then some. “Holy shit! Don’t get me wrong, I was fuckin’ stewing there for a hot sec waiting for you, but then—shit!” They laughed and hugged, not nearly tight enough. “Kaede, that was beautiful. I knew you said you played piano but I didn’t know it was like that!”

“Thank you! I really worried that you were mad at me—I mean, you were, but I’m glad you liked it! In the end.” Kaede finally got a look at the way Miu was dressed as they separated. A satin slip, fading from pink to red. High ponytail and jewelry that probably produced light in total darkness. “And you look… so amazing and pretty and I wouldn’t have wanted to, yknow, waste all that.”

“Yeah! I busted my ass to look this hot, I swear… and not in a likable way either! But.. I’m happy you like it. Thanks, Kaede.” Miu took her hand and held it, and it was a perfect thing. She was looking at what the both of them were wearing, just as Kaede had done a second before. “There’s totally different vibes going on here, but that’s not something I give a fuck about. You are stunning! A real princess.” Miu goes a little pink in the face as she speaks and the awestruck words have Kaede flushing red. It was too much and not enough.

“Thank you, Miu! This was really fun! I really liked performing for you. And everyone else, I guess.” It was a joke, partially. 

“I think I only liked the piece when you played it.”

“Have you ever even heard it before today?”

“Didn’t need to! Okay, so I know it’s like, whatever-o-clock, but I feel like we should go somewhere else. Can we? I’m not going home yet.” Miu made her way outside, and Kaede was effectively dragged with her. She giggled, lifting her dress to step over puddles on the ground.

“Where could we even go, Miu?” She wasn’t objecting to the idea; frankly, she would spend the whole night with Miu if fate somehow allowed. She didn’t think it was possible now but she wanted it so badly. Anywhere would suffice.

“I don’t know, somewhere! Maybe we should find another piano, so you can play more for me. Put on a show.”

Kaede laughed at the persistence. “I don’t need to play piano all the time. You actually shouldn’t enable me! I won’t stop.”

“Well then I should, right? Why would I want you to stop?”

At least it was a nice sentiment.

[mellocat925]

Dear Pascal,

I'm really bored again, so I'm going to help you try to make amends with your brother and win over the favor of this town.

The twink with the brown and purple hair (forgot his name) will be sending you a letter pretending to be Vidcund, telling you to meet him at the garden at midnight. Don't be alarmed. He's trying to do that thing where he tricks the two of you into talking, except he's also there to act as a mediator.

The sooner you two reconcile, the sooner you can get a normal life for your son and get the town to stop hating you. And remember to tell him everything that you told me when you were trying to convince me to take you to this cursed place to begin with.

If you say the wrong thing, you'll end up confirming the beliefs of everyone in Willow Creek - that you haven't changed, and you don't deserve of a second chance.

I can't help you if you mess up. The only thing I can do is to take you and your son to a place where you can get a fresh start, far away from everything and everyone you've ever known.

Take care,

Melony Felony

---

Nights in Willow Creek were far different than the ones in Strangetown. The temperature was a gentle type of cold, and crickets and birds would chirp alongside the sound of the wind as Pascal stared at the far less impressive night sky.

His mind hadn't fully processed everything that had happened. One moment he was shoving Vidcund out the door after a heated argument over his fate, another moment he was banging on a see-through wall as Chloe and Lola laughed at his misfortune.

He shuddered as his mind flashed to the day that Chloe read him the final letter that Nervous wrote to him. The one telling him that this would be the very last letter he was going to send, because there was no point in writing to someone who didn't care enough about him to write back.

It was that particular moment, along with unusual pink lights, that alerted Pascal of Vidcund's and Ripp's presences. Half of Vidcund's fate had turned completely pink, but it was an improvement from his entire body turning magenta as the world got engulfed by glitchy pink textures.

"You might be wondering why I gathered you both here today," Ripp said, gesturing to the pink stuff around Vidcund, "It's because you two need to sort your shit out before we're forced to relive our worst memories for another week.

"...I had a lot of time to think while being held prisoner by SCIA," Pascal continued, "I was scared for Tycho, and that fear made me think irrationally. It wasn't fair of me to punish you for something you couldn't control, especially when you were also uncomfortable with what happened."

The glitchy pink texture surrounded Vidcund dispersed into shards as he and Ripp both stared at Pascal with the same startled expression, lingering as everything began to glow pink. Pascal caught a brief glimpse of someone peeking at them behind a tree, who removed her mask to smile at him before disappearing.

"I'm sorry for lashing out on you as well," Vidcund said, after a long period of silence, "I did plan on telling you and Lazlo about it, but he beat me to it first. But I think it'd be best if we remained out of each other's lives."

"Are you still upset?"

"Obviously! Do you think one conversation is going to get rid of the fact that you nearly left me to rot on the streets? If it weren't for A*** and Melony, I would've died!"

Vidcund took a deep breath as Ripp patted him on the back in a feeble attempt to calm him down.

"And even if we did choose to forgive each other," Vidcund continued, "There's always going to be that 'what-if' in the back of your head. You're never going to fully trust me."

"I know," Pascal said, sighing, “Maybe I’ll never stop being paranoid. Maybe your destiny hasn’t occurred yet, and maybe I’ll never be able to trust you again. But I’d like to at least try. I don’t want things to end like this.”

The pink shards were beginning to fade as Vidcund looked down at Pascal with a puzzled expression, his right eye twitching underneath pink-tinted glasses before tears began streaking down his face.

"Yeah," he said, sniffling, "I'd like that too...Let's give this another try."

---

And as I stand behind a tree and watch their reconciliation, I can't help but wonder...if someone like him, branded as unforgivable, was able to receive forgiveness for what he's done...

Is there hope for me, too?

[roseaesynstylae]

Star Wars: Republic Commando: Hard Contact, Chapters 8 & 9

Chapter 8

"Her face was a study in blank surprise. It was also fascinating in a way he couldn't define. He had never seen a human female this close, this real. He was astonished by the dappling of small brown dots across the bridge of her nose and her cheeks, and the different strands of colors in her long, unkempt hair -- light browns, golds, even reds. And she was as thin as the locals. He could see blue veins in the backs of her hands, and she smelled different from anyone he'd ever shared space with. He wasn't sure if she was pretty or downright ugly. He just knew that she was utterly alien and utterly fascinating, as alien as a gdan or a Gurlanin. It was almost stopping him from concentrating on the job."

Despite my reaction to their first meeting, Darman/Etain is the only RepComm ship that I actually like, probably because it feels like it has actual buildup and chemistry. Ignoring Etain's actions in Triple Zero (which is a discussion for another day), I find them pretty cute.

I like the little detail that Darman doesn't know what freckles are.

Chapter 9

"There is something very touching about them. They look like soldiers; they fight like soldiers; and sometimes they even talk like soldiers. They have the finest qualities of the fighting man. But behind that is nothing -- no love, no family, no happy memory that comes from having truly lived. When I see one of these men killed, I weep more for him than for any ordinary soldier who has lived a full and normal life."

-- Jedi General Ki-Adi-Mundi

I was not expecting to see anything in this series involving the Jedi that isn't in some way bashing them, but this pleasantly surprised me.

Ki-Adi mentioning family is a lot sadder when you remember that he lost all three of his wives and all of his children during the war.

"Atin took a bite out of the white cube and washed it down with a gulp of water from his bottle. 'He [Kal Skirata] never trained us. Heard a lot about him.'

'Trained Fi and Darman too. Our squads were all in the same battalion.'

'We had Walon Vau.'

'That explains where you get your cheery outlook.'

'Sergeant Vau taught us the importance of planning for the worst scenario,' Atin said, all loyalty. 'And maximizing your tech. Being hard is good, being hard with superior tech is better.'

'I'll bet.'

'I'd heard everyone loved Skirata, though. Even if he was a bad-tempered drunk.'

Niner had never been drunk and he didn't even know what alcohol tasted like. 'He cared what happened to us. He was one of us, pretty much. Not just because he couldn't cope with not being in the army anymore, or had to disappear. No, he was a good man.' Niner would have given a great deal to have seen Skirata come limping through the trees right then, demanding to know what they were doing lounging around like a bunch of Kaminoan nahra artists."

Oh look, our first mention of Walon Vau, problematic-est of problematic favs. (And, indirectly, my beloved Mird.)

Knowing how Atin actually feels about Vau, Niner calling him "all loyalty" here is pretty uncomfortable.

*Flatly* I don't love Kal Skirata. I love well-written fanfics with him, I do not love him in canon.

Apparently, nahra is the Kaminoan version of ballet, in which they express emotions they usually repress. Huh.

"'Why are we scraping maps in the dirt when we've got perfectly good holocharts?'

'That's what Sergeant Skirata used to do,' Darman said. 'He didn't like holos. Too transparent. He also thought that feeling the texture of dirt focused your mind.'

'And you don't need any technology to do it.'

'He was a great believer in intuition.'"

Any time Kal Skirata has any advice or does anything that I actually like (ie, anything that doesn't make me want to strangle him), I feel honor-bound to mention it.

I have to wonder if he had to explain what dirt was to his trainees. Omega definitely had no idea what dirt was when she first left Kamino. Oh, now I have this image of him reading the dictionary definition out to a very confused group of cadets.

"Etain hesitated. She had once heard someone say that they could never remove their betrothal ring, not until they died. Her Padawan braid felt equally permanent, as if her soul was woven in with it, and that removing it after so long -- even temporarily -- would rend the fabric of the universe and underscore her belief that she was not Jedi material. But it had to be done. She unfastened the single thin braid and combed the strands of wavy hair loose with her fingers.

She felt less like a Jedi than ever, and not even remotely close to a commander."

This is one of the examples of Traviss's writing that I don't have any problem with. If she stuck more with this, instead of the Jedi-bashing and Mando-shilling, I wouldn't have so much of a problem. This passage gets Etain's situation across very well. In particular, her reluctance to remove her Padawan braid despite the circumstances reminds me of how I tend to cling to specific objects no matter the situation.

Wow, I actually don't have much to pick at with these two chapters. I suspect this will occur less and less as the series goes on, so I'm enjoying it while it lasts.

Jedi-Bashing: 15

Di'kut Count: 6

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[aster-d-blaster]

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CHAPTER 2

Oh Boy, Shopping..

“Alright kids were here!” Y/n said. Soon all the kids were off the bus and in the store. Now they are in the clothing section. Thankfully y/n had brought a stroller that had a lot of room to put stuff in and could carry some of the kids if needed. “Robin what’s wrong?” Y/n asked the girl as they were looking at the dress’. “I don’t know witch one I want.” Robin said in a sad tone. “Well you can pick more than one it’s ok.” Y/n told the girl to reassure her. They were in the changing room and all the kids (-chopper and carrot) were trying on new clothes. “Hey miss y/n look at the dress that I found!” nami said, coming out in a pink dress. “It looks beautiful nami!” Y/n replied with joy for seeing the orange haired girl so happy. “Miss y/n I like this one can I get it?” Robin asked from behind y/n. Y/n turned around and saw robin in a gorgeous blue dress “of course you can robin!” Y/n said happy that she found something she liked.

Now after everyone has gotten a lot of new clothes they are ready to finally go toy shopping. “Alright so for toy shopping we are going youngest to oldest ok? So that means Chopper and Carrot first.” They made it to the baby section and went to look for toys. Y/n picked out some toys for them and then decided to have the kids help. “Boys you all each pick out a toy for carrot and girls pick individual toys for chopper. Oh and remember carrot is a girl and chopper is a boy.” So the kids went off to look for toys.

~with the boys~

“So we are looking for a baby toy for a girl right?” Luffy asked completely confused. “Yes Luffy we are.” Ace said with a groan. They were now looking for toys for carrot. “Hmm this seems like a good toy.” Sabo thought picking up a carrot plushie. “I think she’ll like this.” Franky thought while picking up a squishy but soft ball. The rest of the boys then picked out toys.

~with the girls~

“Hmm what do you think a baby boy would like?” Rebecca asked the rest of the girls. “I don’t know. Maybe he would like a stuffed animal.” Nami said thinking on what to get the baby. “Hmm we should get him some sensory type toys. So that way he can get a custom to different things.” Robin said. “Yea! I totally agree!” Koala said. So the girls each got him different toy with different textures.

~with y/n~

“Hmm I wonder how the kids are doing?” Y/n thought while she got some extra diapers and blankets. “Miss Y/n we are back!” Luffy announced with all of the girls and boys behind him. “I’m glad! Oh and I see you all got toys for them thank you!” Y/n said. “Well now that I’m done getting stuff for carrot and chopper and you all have each gotten them a toy we can now go get you all toys!” Y/n said. The children erupted into a bunch of yay’s. So Y/n and the children went to the big kid toys. “Oh wow look at all of the toys!” Luffy said with stars in his eyes. “Oh here you each get a cart to hold your toys. If you want it put it in your cart. If you need any help get me. Ok.”

“Well don’t just stand here! Go get some toys!” Y/n said in a cheerful voice. So off they went.

~with Luffy, usopp, Bartolemaeo, Franky, kid, and killer~

“Oh wow there is so much!” (Bart) “I know I mean look at all of these toy cars!” (Franky) “Hey Luffy what do you want?” (Usopp) “I don’t know Usopp. Oh I know how about some play pirate stuff so we can play pirates!” (Luffy) “sure that sounds fun! You know I think I want some sniper stuff.” (Usopp) “What’s a sniper?” (Luffy) “A sniper is a person who has really good aim. They can shoot something that is moving or something moving from really far away!” (Usopp) “Oh wow Usopp that’s so cool! Hey do you know any snipers?” (Luffy) “Actually I do. My Dad is a sniper. He set out to sea. I’m really proud of him for it. But Dad promised me he would come back when Mama got better. But she never did. She actually died from a sickness. After that I was all left alone. The villagers took me to an orphanage. Although I never got adopted until now.” (Usopp) “Oh . . . I’m really sorry that, that had happened to you Usopp.” (Luffy) “It it’s ok Luffy. I’m happy now I finally have a family again, and I get the feeling that this family is going to have a lot adventures.” (Usopp) So the boys got a lot of toys. Kid got craft kits and robots. Killer got craft kits. Franky got craft kits, cars, and science experiments. Bartolemaeo got board games, play weapons, and rock-’em sock-’em robots. Luffy got play weapons, some board games, and more games. Usopp got craft kits, science experiments, and a sling shot.

~Time skip

Soon everyone was back in the bus and heading home. When they got home she looked back and saw most of the kids asleep. The only ones who weren’t asleep were chopper and carrot. So she picked them up and placed them in some rocking seats in the living room. She then went back and took the kids either by two or just one at a time in their rooms and in their beds. Y/n then went back to Carrot and Chopper and took them into the kitchen and fed them. “Alright now to just bring in all of their toys.” Y/n said to herself and brought in all of the toys. “Y/n?” Said woman turns around and is met with a teary-eyed Luffy. ‘Oh my goodness Luffy are you ok?! What’s wrong?” (Y/n) “I had a nightmare.” Luffy said trying hard not to cry. “Would you like to come with me and get something to drink?” Y/n asked wiping away the child’s tears. “Yes . . .” Luffy replied. So Y/n and Luffy went into the kitchen and she got the milk out put it into a mug and microwaved it. “Be careful its hot.” Y/n said as she handed to drink to Luffy. And in a matter of a couple minutes he was out cold. “Works like a charm every time.” She then scooped up Luffy brought him into his room and tucked him in. “Today was the start of a new adventure.” Y/n said as she was leaving Luffy’s room and was going to her own. She then changed and got into bed to go to sleep. “I only wish you could see me now brother . . .”

[charleyad]

Loose Your Inner Stylist: The Magic of iFoto's Virtual Hair Try On

Hey there, fellow fashion enthusiasts and curious souls! Ever wished you could try out a new hairstyle without the commitment? Well, guess what? The world of fashion and technology has just got a whole lot cooler, and it's all thanks to iFoto's Virtual Hair Try On feature!

Imagine walking into a salon, looking at the mirror, and seeing yourself with a trendy pixie cut, a sleek bob, or even those bold bangs you've been dreaming about. No, this isn't a dream – it's the reality brought to life by iFoto's AI haircut simulator. It's like having a magic mirror that lets you see your potential looks before you take the plunge.

Now, let's dive into the nitty-gritty of this groundbreaking feature. iFoto's Virtual Hair Try On isn't just about experimenting with hairstyles. It's about giving you the power to express yourself, to find that style that resonates with your personality, and to do it all from the comfort of your home. How cool is that?

I remember the first time I tried it out. I was scrolling through my Instagram feed when I stumbled upon a post from a friend showcasing their new 'do, complete with a picture of them looking like a totally different person. ""Wow, I wonder how they did that,"" I thought. Then I saw the hashtag: iFotovirtualtryon. My curiosity was piqued, and I was off to check it out.

The experience was nothing short of magical. The website was easy to guide, and within minutes, I was uploading photos of myself. It was like playing dress-up, but for your hair! I tried on a variety of styles, from something super casual to something that could double as a music festival statement. And let me tell you, it was hard to choose just one!

The best part? The AI was spot on. The hairstyles were so realistic, you could almost feel the texture of the hair. It was like having a professional stylist in the palm of your hand, minus the price tag. I mean, who doesn't love a good deal, right?

But it's not just about the fun. iFoto's Virtual Hair Try On is a game-changer for people who have anxiety about visiting salons or who simply can't make it to one. It's a tool that empowers you to make an informed decision without the pressure. Imagine saving time and money, all while exploring your style possibilities. Talk about a win-win!

I asked around, and it turns out that my friends felt the same way. One of them, who's been contemplating a bold change but was too afraid to go for it, said, ""iFoto gave me the confidence to go ahead and make a change. It's like trying on clothes in a virtual fitting room, but for your hair.

And here's something else that's really neat: iFoto's Virtual Hair Try On isn't just for adults. It's a fun activity for the whole family! Imagine your little one trying out a variety of hairstyles, or your grandma experimenting with a new perm. It's a great way to bond over style, and it's something everyone can enjoy.

So, if you're thinking about a change but aren't sure where to start, let iFoto's Virtual Hair Try On be your guide. It's a fusion of fashion and technology that's making waves, and it's here to stay. Who knew that trying on hairstyles could be so much fun?

Now, I'm curious – what's the first hairstyle you'd try on with iFoto's Virtual Hair Try On? Let me know in the comments below! And remember, your style trip starts with a single click. Happy styling!

[bunnywifegames]

♡◦◦ Bunny's First Impressions: Sun Haven ◦◦♡

Sooooo I started playing Sun Haven and I have a lot of thoughts!! They're majority good because it is a really nice game and I'm having a lot of fun, and I am nowhere near done with the game I only just started. I thought that I would ramble a bit about my thoughts for anyone that was considering the game or just anyone that might have been curious!

Disclaimer: This is by no means a full blown review of the game considering I have only played for a couple days and therefor haven't really experienced much that the game has to offer. This is also not meant to sway anyone one way or another, rather just give some insight to some things and just ramble about my experience. I'm merely just a person who likes video games and likes to talk about them!

Introductions and Initial Thoughts

First things first, this game is BEAUTIFUL! It really is a nice looking game with a lot of aesthetically pleasing things about it that I find just wonderful. If you're like me, someone who enjoys pixel art games than this is right up your alley. Not to mention the designs are just very fantasy feeling for those that really like that sort of thing, like me. It's got similar mechanics and such to Stardew Valley and Harvest Moon, which it is obviously inspired by. And it does that well, in my opinion.

Not to mention the characters that I've seen so far are wonderful, and they seem to have some depth. I'm still getting through story stuff so I can't give you much there, but I am very interested! There seems to be a good bit of romanceable characters that are interesting, and give a lot of excitement to want to play multiple times over not just for them, but for the character creation as well!

Replay value is something I look in a game, and I genuinely believe this game will do that. It can be a bit dialogue heavy so far, but I don't see that being an issue for me, seeing as I'm used to that sort of thing. Plus, I can tell the care that went into the story so far, which goes a long way to me personally.

Character Creation

This is in its own separate thing, because I have a lot to say. From what I saw early on before I bought the game, it looked like there was a lot to offer in the way of character creation. I figured I would be there for a while, and believe me, I was! There were a lot of options that I had to weigh, and like I said above, I am nowhere near finished! I'm sure that there is a lot of options to unlock later on, which will open even more options for me to choose from to customize my character.

As far as inclusivity, there were definitely options for different hair textures and skin tones, however I felt like there could have been more. It's not my place to say whether or not it was good or not, but I can definitely tell you that there is a few! It seems like a fine base, but I know that from what I've seen from others comments, it's definitely not enough.

There is a few things that did disappoint me, considering these small personal things that no way hinder gameplay in any aspect. I felt like there were more options for some things and less for others, which was a little disappointing considering I went down the list of all different options that you could pick. For example, I was heavily looking forward to the option of the Amari, considering that it looked like I could live out my furry dreams. But I felt like it was a little lacking, especially in the fact that there weren't that many options other than dogs and cats, with a few reptiles (that didn't really have anything to be honest).

And given the fact that there was a bunny witch to romance, I was very shocked that there wasn't a bunny! I also felt as if there were less fun options for the dogs than there were cats, not to mention there weren't any fun fox or wolf stuff either. Again, this is all personal and in no way should be taken as anything other than that. I am only one person, and I do not speak for everyone! You can't add everything, but it just felt like considering the array of options, someone would end up out of luck with their pick.

Inventory Management and Crafting

This is its whole separate section bc I have a lot to say on the matter. First off, I love that you're not struggling with inventory space in the beginning! You don't have to worry about upgrading right off the bat and not having any room, and chests are relatively easy to get. However as I'm in early game, I'm running into a problem of having too many chests bc they feel kind of light to me. But again that could very well just be personal preference!

The one thing I am finding issue with is mainly just how many crafting machines there are, and how it seems to be incohesive and confusing. As someone who is disabled, it can be very overwhelming and difficult with lots of options. This is true for every game like this with crafting, however i'm finding that with all of the different crafting machines you need for things, it's hard to keep track. And it's often cluttered.

Half of my land is already taken up by all the machines I need, not to mention that it's confusing which can be made with which one. That's where the wiki is pretty much essential, and I know that kind of thing is not everyone's cup of tea. Having to consult a wiki for everything can be pretty extensively, though I don't mind it much. It's only frustrating when I realized that some things you'd expect to craft with one machine, you will need a whole new one for it instead.

While there's nothing wrong with the options, it can be really hard for someone with ADHD who's brain doesn't process that kind of thing very well. And again, this is just my experience, so that will be very different from others. Just a little thing that I feel like could have been condensed, but I absolutely enjoy the array of options that we have!

Gameplay

Like I said before, it's very similar to games like Stardew Valley and Harvest Moon in a lot of the gameplay aspects. There are an array of tools that you use to tend to your farm, as well as magic for whenever you're in combat! I'm very excited to delve deeper into the magic, and since I'm very early game I don't have a lot to say on that quite yet. However, it looks like a lot of fun!

One complaint that I've seen from these games is how the time seems to go by quickly or too slow, and they have included an option to adjust the way time flows in the game, which is very awesome. It's a great accessibility feature, and I have adjusted the settings myself to meet my own personal needs! And the game feels like it flows perfectly, and I don't ever feel rushed. In fact, I find myself going to bed a little early in game due to the fact that I have time set to go a little slower than I'm used to!

Not to mention the fact that, unlike a lot of these games, there is an autosave feature! You don't have to worry about having to run to bed and waste an entire day, because you need to save the game and shut off for the day. That was one of the biggest things that excited me about this, as well as my next point: Skill Trees!!!

I was so excited to see a massive array of skill trees to unlock, and while I can see it can be overwhelming for some, it gives me an excuse to keep playing and doing everything the game has to offer. There are so many different sets of skills to unlock more fun things, and this is where you'll get a lot of your upgrades to make your playing much faster and efficient. There are also a lot of other fun additions that they bring to your gameplay that I'm so excited to see in the future while I play.

Conclusion

There are so many things I didn't touch on, and this is only the surface of what the game has. I'm not really a game reviewer, just someone that loves video games and finds rambling about them fun! Please take this post with a grain of salt, and if this game sounds like something you'd enjoy, I would recommend it! Just be prepared to be thrown in for a loop for how many options they have for items, characters, and more! There is so much to this game, and am I excited to see what it has to offer!!

[panahedvn]

ok thoughts so far

- my eyes hurt from staring at screen too long

- I like the combat but I get why people don't, It's a Huge change and not like traditional dragon age gameplay at all. Personally I still find it fun and its not a deal breaker for me

- that being said I do feel like most of the combat/gameplay was copied directly from God of War 😶

- I do not like the MCU style music and turned it off

- the character creation is absolutely amazing, the only thing i slightly wish there was hands/feet sliders and an option to make the neck thicker. and the base of the qunari horns are desperate for more texture. but like.... Body sliders? Lighting changes? Being able to fucking pick the horns and hair separate from each other? even aside from the gender diversity options (which almost made me cry) its pretty amazing

- I don't loooove the animation, especially when people are talking, the gestures feel off and the way peoples like. mouths do not line up with the words they're saying is... bad

- the setting up your room bit was quite cute and I liked it

- the evanuris look super cool

- most of the visual character designs are super cool

- i love neve gallus would die for neve gallus,,,, she has the best design and best voice acting out of all the (three) companions I have so far and I like her a lot

- why do they say ghilan'nain like THAT

- okay.... the voice acting 👁️👄👁️ especially i feel for the american accented characters specifically is so... rough. it feels like, idk, rushed? like they were reading the lines out for the first time and didn't have time to take a second take. Again, ESPECIALLY the american voice actors, even Varric suffers from it a little? What happened there guys? Was it a directing issue? A time issue? Why do none of the conversations line up and why is it like you spliced together a bunch of different audio clips. Why do these guys keep taking such unnatural, jarring breaks between words. Its just a real bummer

- I think I. hate Bellara. Gonna be real with you her voice acting is Not good, I think her design suffers the worst from the fortnite-ification everyone is complaining about, with the like. Solid 3D shape bun and stuff. And she seems to be babying me the absolute most out of everything else in the game. Like just... she's the one committing the worst of Telling me what to think and feel instead of trusting me to be able to read the environment and see what's going on. And jfc when we got the Archive spirit. How many goddamn times do you need to remind me that it's an archive spirit. You know how I remember its an archive spirit? because she reminded me unprompted at least five times that its a fucking archive spirit. WITHOUT EVEN EXPLAINING WHAT THAT MEANS

She just feels like... idk, a super flat tokeny character that doesn't really have much of a place. We already have Harding as like the character who is just a Nice Girl (and she already annoys me a little bit too, just not as severely). Bellara has bits from Merril and even Dagna but none of the complexity, so far at least. It just feels like she's there to be Nice and Cute and Tell Me How To Feel and I super do not like it. Her character had a lot of potential but it flopped

- Morrigan is hot as shit and the people saying they made her unsexy because they covered up two extra inches of skin for her new outfit are stupid whiny baby bitches

Overall idk, I'm seeing a lot of what people don't like about it, the vibe is very, very different than traditional dragon age (even inquisition in a lot of ways, which a lot of Dragon Age Traditionalists say is the worst game already). I'm still having fun playing but yeah. I can see a lot of things I don't like and a lot of places where the developers must have fucked up bad behind the scenes (cough cough cancelling the first iteration of the game and firing most of your staff towards the end of development cough). I'm wondering if the vibe will settle once I'm past tutorial mode or things will be fixed with further updates or what but. yeah

Today I finally will play Veilguard

[eveandtheturtles]

Massage

Yay, this one is finally donezooo. This was a request from.... I don't remember who, I'm very sorry but it's past midnight on Sunday night and I need to get to shower and sleep REALLY soon. Enjoy y'all! And lemme know if I did any good lol Reblog! Don't repost!

Tag for: @madammuffins @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @pheradream15 @dilucsflame33 @sharpwindow (anyone else who wants on this list let me know!)

Rating: E, like Explicit. Like Eyyy, this is some smut!

Pairing: Leo x fem!Reader.

Summary: You were stressed, Leo got ideas.

You were stressed and anxious. It was nearing the end of the finals, your job was trying to cram more shifts into your already busy schedule and your old ass mattress wasn’t helping you get proper sleep. On top of that your vigilante boyfriend was busy trying to bust some gang operations in the city. It all resulted in you being a bit more on the cranky side.

You tried to stay strong, it soon should all clear out and you’ll get your long overdue cuddles. Yeah, you could do that.

You pulled your headphones back on and tried to focus on the text. When 10 minutes later a bottle of soda got placed in front of you you jumped up a little turning to see who the intruder was.

“Leo!” You exclaimed tearing your headphones off of your head. Immediately you stood up and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I missed you so much.”

Leo leaned down to make it easier for you but his hands were a bit too busy holding pizza and a plastic bag of snacks to hug you back. 

“We bagged the baddies early, I thought I might surprise you,” he said and you two kissed sweetly.

“So thoughtful.” You chuckled relaxing against him for a second, then you snatched the pizza. “What did you get?” You opened the box all giddy. The smell reminded you you haven’t really eaten in the past couple of hours. Truly, Leo had the best timing. “Pepperoni!” You answered your own question and he huffed a little laugh.

Soon you both were on your bed with your laptop in his lap as you watched some new Netflix show. You were only half watching, enjoying how his fingers felt over your shoulder and neck while he stroked your skin absentminded. His cheek was resting over the top of your head and he’d kiss you from time to time. He really enjoyed the texture of your hair.

You tried to snuggle even closer despite almost laying on top of him but the angle you chose was a bit off and your back decided it will not have that.

You hissed and sat up.

“What’s wrong?” Instantly, Leo was alert.

“It’s just my back. It’s been difficult couple weeks,” you explained. “Not - crime-fighting, life-risking difficult but y’know.”

“Hey, don’t sell yourself so short, okay?” He frowned. “Just because we deal with different things doesn’t make it more or less hard. Let me see.” He coaxed you gently to turn your back to him.

“Is this going to be the bit of a sexy massage montage?” You joked and then hissed as he pressed his finger to a particularly hard knot on your back.

“Nope.”

“Aww…”

He was right. It wasn’t, it hurt like hell before it felt good. And when it felt good you quickly fell asleep. Then Monday rolled by you wrote your exams and the week just blurred until it was the weekend again. 

You finished your shift at work and were about to head back home when your Donnie-issued cellphone dinged with a new text. From your boyfriend. You smiled and opened it.

FearlessInBlue: "Do you have time tonight?"

You wondered what he could be planning. 

"Yeah, what's up?"

FearlessInBlue: "Drop by the lair. Everyone will be out."

A thrill bloomed deep low inside your belly. 

"I'll be there in 3 hours?" 

FearlessInBlue: "Awesome."

You raced to your place to get ready and then to get to the lair. You looked around and confirmed that indeed everyone was out.

“You’re early.”

You almost jumped out of your skin when you heard Leo’s voice right next to your ear. You spun around to face him and felt a rush of blood to your head. The way Leo was looking at you was simply dangerous. The intense blue gaze eyed you head to toe, hungry.

“Y-yeah.” You swallowed hard. “So, um- where is everyone?”

“They all went to watch a game,” he said. His body swayed a little as he wrapped one arm around your waist. “I said I had plans with you.” He pulled you close and nipped at your ear.

“O-oh.” You bit your lips.

“Come on.”

He pulled you with him to his room. When you stepped inside it you let out a deep sigh. It looked so intimate. Leo placed some loose red fabrics on the walls and lit up candles giving the room a soft glow. There were rose petals scattered around; elegant, white bottles, towels; a brown, mystery basket and soft pillows all of it around the centerpiece that was the mattress. The room also felt warmer than usual.

Leo stood behind you, his hands on your arms, and he kissed your shoulder.  

“You did all this?”

“I just ran with your idea,” he admitted with a low chuckle.

“Sexy massage?” You raised your eyebrow, amused.

“Sexy massage,” he nodded sagely.

You both smiled, Leo breaking character a little, as you pulled him further in with you. 

“Will you help me undress then?” You wrapped his arms around his middle looking up at him.

“I was planning to, yes.” He leaned down for a sweet kiss.

His wandering hands were already attempting to remove your shirt. You parted but held each other's gaze. The shirt slipped off of you to the floor. Next, Leo knelt down in front of you. He kissed your bare stomach, while his hands slipped around your waist. Off went your bottoms and underwear. His palms glided down your legs and took off your shoes.

Your breath hitched watching him work. The gentle way he moved made you feel like a deity. Worshipped.

“Lay down,” he whispered. “On your stomach.”

You obeyed and waited. 

Leo moved on his knees closer to the mattress. He opened the basket first. You eyed him curiously. The very first thing that came out of it was a feather. He tickled your ear and you giggled. He smiled softly and trailed it over your shoulder blades, down your spine, setting pleasant shivers in your body. The feather ghosted over the small of your back, circled each of your cheeks and down your legs. Your toes curled a little as he did all that and managed to make it so sensual. 

You certainly wouldn't be falling asleep any time soon.

Next he took one of the white, ceramic bottles and some kind of liquid dripped onto his hand. He worked it between his fingers for a moment, warming it up. You were getting excited just by watching him. So focused on his task. He noticed your look and huffed a chuckle. 

“What?” He asked.

“I love you.” You smiled

“I didn’t do anything yet.” He shook his head but leaned down to kiss your head. “Let me know if you ever feel uncomfortable, okay?”

“Okay,” you agreed.

Soon you felt him touch your back, slowly working your back muscles. From your shoulders moving down. The gentle kneading, the way the heel of his palm and fingers were undoing all those kinks you got over the week. The oil made it all smoother, the repeated motions warming you up.

“Mmm, god you are so good at this,” you sighed.

“Thank you. This is just a start," He promised. 

That's when he slipped over your ass. The thumb and forefinger spread pressing over the cheeks and going down. Then with a stronger grip of his whole hands. 

You let out a soft groan. It was getting to the good part. You felt his nails getting in on the action with gentle scratches over your skin. 

"Turn around," he told you and you eagerly did so. 

Now you had a much better view of him as he began to massage your arms. The slow, circular motion was turning your bones into goop. Then he got to your hands. A gentle press of his thumb, a kiss on each knuckle. He basically studied and explored your hand. And then sucked on a digit. His eyes were on you with such intensity… the way he slowly took your finger in his mouth, the sensation- you couldn't help but moan. 

A victorious, lustful smirk bloomed on his mouth. 

"Tease," you jokingly complained.

"That is the point." He said, proud of himself.

Then he repeated his magic on your other arm. 

Next, his thumbs rubbed over your clavicle, loosening the muscle there. You were already feeling like putty in his hands but were not protesting. You shivered as his hands slid down between your breasts. With the back of his fingers and knuckles, he circled lightly over them, stroking the undersides then squeezing them lightly. Always avoiding the hardened, dark peaks of your breast. You whimpered and shakily inhaled. 

He continued to tease for a minute, two, it stretched into infinity. Your nipples stiff almost painfully from the anticipation. You groaned, impatient.

"Leo."

"Shh," he shushed you. "Patience."

But he rewarded you. When he lightly pinched them between his knuckles, you moaned loudly. He lowered his mouth, helping himself to you. 

Feeling the rough texture of his tongue on you, you arched and cried out. Your oiled fingers tried to grip on his head but you kind of slipped. 

He chuckled, then took your hands then placed them back down. 

"No touching, sweetheart~" he kissed you sweetly and you whined in protest as he moved away.

"Fiiiiine."

He moved back down, slowly rolling your nipples between his fingers, pinching and pulling. He tested different strengths and watched your reactions. He implemented his tongue, slowly rubbing it over the stiffened peaks, making your toes curl. You were panting, gripping onto the fabric underneath you. 

Regretfully in your opinion, he moved away from your breast. Now it was time to knead your sides. He tickled your belly a little and made you laugh, giving you time to catch your breath in this high-intensity situation. 

You inhaled and exhaled as he positioned himself between your knees. He now was rubbing circled over your hip bones and traced kisses over your underbelly. 

You bit your lips. The next sensation was his nails lightly scratching the insides of your thighs. The knowledge of how close he was to your sex built up the anticipation further. You suspected that you were going to fall apart the moment he'd touch you there.

Leo could see the wet stain you created on the sheets and felt incredibly proud of himself. You were shivering with pleasure under his touch. All he did to you was making you breathless and the thought of that just swelled inside him. 

"You're gorgeous," he said and kissed your thigh. "You're like my personal deity." He kissed the other one. "I wish to worship you every day of my life."

You moaned hearing his honeyed words.

"Leo… please."

"As you wish," he said and kissed your nether lips, making you jump a little. 

Gosh!

He was definitely taking his time, frustrating you further. You could feel your core just scream for him already. His tongue, his finger, his cock. 

"Just fill me up," you whined but he didn't obey. 

He licked over your folds, then kissed over them. His tongue slowly pried them open to trace the edges. You realized he was tracing his name over you. Each letter was precisely licked and engraved over you. L, E, O, N, A, R, D, O. With one hand up he reached up to your breast, to tease it while he worked. 

Then with the tip of his tongue, he rubbed the seam between your clit and entrance. He put more pressure in there, movements rougher. He was tracing the now sensitive muscles that led inside you and you begged the gods for him to breach it. You were so fucking close. 

He didn’t. Instead, his mouth wandered up again. Wrapped around your pearl and gently sucked.

You cried out, your legs wrapped around his head, locking him in a tight prison and you wouldn’t let go. What’s more important he didn’t. He continued to stroke and suck on your clit, stronger, harder, with a vicious purpose. Your body was victoriously wrecked with wave after wave of orgasm. You didn’t even know you were crying out until you stopped, whimpering helplessly and your throat burned.

You laid there before him, completely boneless, head empty, twitching and whimpering when he pulled back as he gently pried your legs from around his neck.

He must have seen something in your eyes because he hovered over you and gently kissed you. His whole beak was soaked in you and you could taste herself on his tongue.

You couldn’t talk. You were just in pure bliss.

“Was it good?” He asked and you nodded. “Good,” he chuckled with a sense of accomplishment and a job well done.

He tried to pull back but you stopped him. A question appeared on his features.

“More,” you managed to utter. Your jelly knee nudged his waist. You were not going to let him sleep after that.

He pushed down his pants, stiff and ready after all that he did to you. He laid between your legs and slowly pushed himself in. 

You moaned, hands going around his neck and nails into his skin. 

“Yeeeessss,” you moaned into his ear. 

Oh, god this was so good. Just to feel him stretch you, fill you. You nearly sobbed you wanted him so close. 

“Don’t let me go,” you begged him. 

“I won’t,” he replied. He remained still for a moment, letting take it all in. Your breath evened out and you nuzzled his cheek.

“Move,” you ordered and he did.

He tried to be slow, but you could tell he wanted to chase his pleasure as well. He was so good to you.

“Please, Leo, fuck me,” you hissed into his ear. Your inner muscles squeezed him tight. You heard him moan and you knew you won this time. He may have still been going slow, but the hard and sharp thrusts were bringing stars into your vision as he bent you in half. Your tights were going to have his imprint on them and you definitely ruined all the fabrics he had gathered for the scene. And by God, you loved every second of it.

Hours later, both of you sweaty and barely conscious, laid on the mattress, entwined together in a way you couldn’t quite tell where you ended and he started. You were so happy.

“So,” you spoke from atop his plastron, “I will rate this massage experience 10/10, will you write me down in your books for another appointment?” 

“Sure, let me just check my calendar,” he replied.

Your eyes met and you both started laughing. You kissed but kept on giggling. Mmm, yes, an experience to repeat for sure.

[radioactive-earthshine]

Your post about Conner's fashion changes was such an informative and thoughtful analysis and it made me wonder if it is even canon to call him punk in the first place? I never questioned it before. I aslo regrettably have not read his solo series so I am one of those guilty fans that are uninformed about their faves and just go with what everyone else says is true.

Hoo boy... This got longer than I intended to because fashion is something I have a keen interest in so you brought this on yourself but THANK YOU for the compliment and the question that allowed me to explore this.

Anyway...

This is actually a very good debate someone can have about Kon because when you examine what a "punk" is from a fashion and social perspective Kon's first look in the 90s does fit the bill but then when we examine some other details things are not quite so clear. Punk fashion in the early 90s compared to now has not changed too much; they still incorporate mixed media and textures such as leather and denim paired with metal elements such as spikes, studs, chains and accessories like belts and bondage visuals or death imagery. Ripped jeans, worn leather, elements of goth and grunge fashion with the use of makeup and piercings/jewelry all were still very common then as they are now. There are some differences with punk fashion of today compared to then, but you could look at a 90s punk from back then and know immediately what the fashion style they were projecting. So let's take a close look at Kon. Warning TW for some mild homophobia references for attitudes in the 90s regarding some fashion.

Superboy #18 Kon's got the hair, the belts, the leather jacket, the red gloves, the ear piercing and the Lenin glasses which are all in their summation indicative of punk fashion even if it is not as loud as some other examples. Back in the 90s this this was probably as punk as they could get away with for a Superman title. If you have some copies of the comics that include the letters to the editor at the end of each issue you will see how so many people had complaint with Kon's earring over everything else, with some citing their hesitation with his hair but it was mostly his earring that they just couldn't stand. Earrings on men back in the 80s and early 90s were generally considered incredibly edgy and you were either a punk, gay or some sort of deviant from society if you were a boy and you had an earring.

However even those that had earrings there was a saying that was very common back then; if you're old enough or just well read you might remember it. "Left is right, right is wrong." What this was implying that if you were a boy and wanted a piecing you had better get it done on the left side only because the right side made you gay. No I am not making this up. However even with this ridiculous fashion rule for piercings there were an insurmountable amount of people that regarded ANY piercing on a boy to be too edgy, too gay, too out of the ordinary and it was one of the most rebellious, punkish kickass things a teenage boy could do that didn't involve ink, drugs or alcohol or something illegal. One of the key highlights of punk culture is to make people mad about the right things, to question authority, to dare, to rebel, to talk loud about shit that's not right and to live authentically; Kon achieved this in his iconic look on virtue that his look was so heavily rejected for a long time until the audience started paying attention to his adventures and who he was. Kon's hero look is punk, and he did have his punk attitude moments (such as mouthing off to authority and just doing what he wanted even if it got him into trouble.) So yes, it is fair to label him as punk. However... There's is another point of evidence that shakes this up a bit. When he is not in his hero suit, and when he changes his hero look, there is almost no indication that Kon is actually attached to that rebel punk look. Here are some examples of what Kon dresses in when he's NOT in his punk hero suit in his solo 90s series c. 1995.

From: Superboy #18, #24 & #25. There's no real recognizable indication while he is in civilian clothes that he is punk other than his piercing, and one piercing although rebellious does not make him necessarily a "punk." His civilian clothes are quite common, boring and dull and typical of the 1990s. Bart's wardrobe is legendary and Kon's... is not in the comics. It's really striking how much of a kid Kon really looks when he is dressed in his civilian clothes and it is something I appreciate as he is supposed to be only 16 physically. An argument to make for punk Kon-El always is fair even in the face that none of his civilian clothes point to being punk or rebellious in nature because as stated in the post that inspired this question Kon's core identity for the longest time was circulated around being Superboy. Superboy, suit and all, WAS WHO HE WAS. He didn't have a secret identity, no civilian life, no name even until issue #59 Superboy was him trademarked packed and sealed. As time went on for Kon his outfits shifted, he got a secret identity as Conner Kent and we never saw any element of his punk fashion again really. He remained in his new iconic jeans and a t-shirt "uniform" from 2003 - 2011 and in nearly all other media his character was depicted in that particular uniform. So the argument again can be made if he perhaps WAS punk but then grew out of it, as is typical of teenagers (I used to be a grunge fashion baby but that stopped.)

From: Superboy #76, #83 and Red Robin #09

Finally the last pieces of evidence and our closing arguments come together when Kon finally comes back into continuity in Young Justice 2019... This time the writers and artists did something to almost answer this question and put it to rest on what Kon is.

When Kon finally comes back into continuity in 2019 after being in comic limbo for so long (7 years I think) we see him in civilian clothing that has a nod towards punk fashion with the addition of this fantastic and clearly PUNK jacket.

Kon wears this jacket in addition to his jeans and t-shirt hero look before he got himself zapped to Gemworld as a sort of hybrid to the two iconic looks that we relate to Kon-El Kent. And while on Gemworld Kon lives as a farmer but also finds the time to make his own new clothes which is the upgraded, more punkified version of his original design as seen below.

Kon's newest design is something he made himself (whereas his original design he did not) and has more ties to punk with more metallic elements, mixed media and military boots. Kon came sort of full circle with the new comics and in the newer comics Kon has more of a self identity than he did to start with in the original and more direct affirmations to that he is a Kent, he is also Kon and he also has a tie to being punk. So yes, I do think he is punk and it is fair to call him punk.