#he was a barber and this was during a hair cutting session

[citrusinicake]

i wonder if there's someone out there who actually incorporated rendog's ears' origin into their hcs

[writtenapoiogy]

touch; jaime reyes

pairing: jaime reyes x f!reader

summary: jaime comes home from getting a haircut THATS REALLY IT (i had a different idea when i started writing this but it took a diff direction)

word count: 1.7k

warnings: nsfw, 18+, smut, MINORS DNI, dry humping, oral f receiving, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, dirty talk, porn with plot-ish, some good ole fuckin

a/n: i haven’t written in like 2 years so bear with me if this isn’t that good 😭

Jaime loved your touch.

He loved when you held hands. When you kissed, and his hands wrapped around your waist. Your hands held his cheeks and then ran into his hair. He loved the way your lips felt on his neck. He loved every single way you touched him. He simply could never get enough of feeling your touch.

And he loved nothing more than when you played in his hair. Raking your fingers through it. Putting random braids in it, just as long as your hands were on his head.

During a heated makeout session, all hot breath, hushed moans, and gasps. Raking your fingers through his hair. Pulling on his hair. He loved it all.

So as you were laying on his bed waiting for him to get home from the barber, you were shocked when he showed up with his hair cut down to almost a buzz.

You gasped as soon as he came into the room, “What happened??”

“He messed up.” Jaime frowned.

You giggled, “Oh, it’s okay baby, you still look handsome.”

“You’re laughing, mi amooor,” he drawled out as he plopped down in his bed, resting his head on your lap.

You hold back a laugh as you lightly run your fingers through his now-nonexistent curls. “Jaime, it is okay. It will grow back,” you couldn’t help but let a chuckle out. His hair was now probably about 3 inches long and sat just across the top of his forehead.

Jaime wrapped his arms around your waist and grumbled against your lower stomach, “Stop laughing!”

“I can’t help it! Your reaction is making me laugh!”

Jaime lifted his head and looked into your eyes with his beautiful deep brown ones. You saw for only a quick second a bit of mischievousness flash in his eyes before he removed his arms from behind your waist and started tickling you relentlessly.

“JAIME…STOP… PLEASE!” You barely got out through your laughs.

He didn’t let up, laughing at your struggle, “As long as you promise not to laugh at me.”

“...I pro..mise… I PROMISE.. I PROMISE,” You finally got out.”Please.”

“Anything for you, mi amor.”

You roll your eyes at him but the smile on your face never wavers. He crawls over you to meet you face-to-face. He stares deeply into your eyes as you sit there and catch your breath from laughing so hard.

God, he’s handsome.

You can’t stop yourself from taking a longing glance at his lips, taking in the cute little beauty mark right under the right side of his lip. You smile to yourself as you look back up at his eyes. You couldn’t help yourself from running your hands up his chest and cupping his face.

Oh, this boy was everything to you. He was your entire heart.

You pull him down to your lips and you both melt into each other. It’s a warm and soft kiss but at the same time a searing and passionate kiss. The perfect mixture that set your body aflame every time he placed his lips on yours. Jaime just had a way of making you feel like you were on fire. He knew where to touch you, where to kiss you, what to say.

He was perfect.

Jaime began to lightly press his tongue into the line of your puckered lips. You eagerly allowed him to let his tongue in to lick and prod into your mouth. All while he wrapped his arms around you bringing you tightly against him. His left hand moves down to grip your ass. He ground his hips against yours moaning, as he deepened your kiss.

He was hard. Very hard.

You moaned into his mouth, taking your hands to the back of his head to grip his luscious locks out of pure habit but frowned when you realized there was nothing.

Jaime pulled away at your frown. He swore in Spanish, “I'm gonna miss how good it felt to have you grasping and tugging on my hair.” He kissed your lips, then said, “I’m never going back to that barber shop again.”

You nodded in agreement before he bent back down to capture your mouth with his again.

You removed your lips from his to start to undress him. You desperately needed to feel his warm skin against yours. All over you. You wanted to- No, you needed to be against him completely bare. Nothing in between the two of you.

And you got what you wanted cause as soon as his pants and underwear fell to the floor he got to work on getting you as naked as him. Once nothing was acting as a barrier to the two of you. He ground against you completely raw and bare, rubbing his hard cock through your folds and against your clit.

You let out a whimper and he quickly swallowed it with a kiss before trailing kisses from your neck down to your abdomen. He spread your legs as far apart as they could go to have you wide open in front of him. He licked his lips before blowing his breath along your heat, teasing you.

You jutted your hips up at him silently asking him to touch you or put his mouth on you. You didn't know which one you needed, you just knew you needed him to give you something or you were going to explode.

He laughed at your clear need for him. Jaime had this need to taste you like he’d never had a drink and had grown quite thirsty. Just an overwhelming need. He brought his mouth down against your wet hot cunt, not wasting a second.

Jaime hummed against you as he dragged his tongue up and down your folds everytime he went down he stuck his tongue inside your opening making you whine as he continued to tease you. He moved his tongue to your clit licking it, aggressively.

“Jaime,” you moaned. You knew you wanted to scream and you couldn’t believe you were so close to coming and he had just put his mouth on you. He knew your body so well it made you want to burst.

“Fuck. Jaime…” You cried out when he slid two fingers into your pussy stretching you open so you were ready for him.

And not even 10 seconds later, you were coming and shaking as you gripped whatever hair you could on top of his head as you rode your high against his face.

He licked you clean and brought himself back up to your face. As he made his assent you felt him rub his dick through your folds and then pushed it down so that the head was at your entrance just barely pushing into you. You were so sensitive from your first orgasm that your senses were on one hundred, especially down there.

He laid a very wet sloppy kiss on your lips, he stuck his tongue into your mouth swiftly licking your tongue, just leaving you wanting more before saying, “You ready for me mami?”

You moaned at the pet name and then nodded, “Yes, handsome. I’m always ready for you.” You smiled at him in a way that made him almost come right then and there

He pushed his cock into you. As always, you gasped like it was the first time again. There was nothing better than the feeling of being filled by the love of your life. Jaime shuddered, feeling your warm wet walls gripping him in deeper.

“Fuck mi amor,” he groaned, “Your pussy feels so good.”

You could only moan in response. He started thrusting, going slow and deep so you could feel every single inch of him. His strokes were nothing but perfect. He hit all the right spots turning you into a pile of mush. He was hitting spots you didn’t even know existed.

“Jai..Jaime,” you stuttered through a moan.

Jaime smiled down at you as he fucked you deeply with passion. His eyes staring right into you watching you fall apart because of him. He couldn’t get enough.

His moans and grunts did nothing but bring you closer and closer to your release. He was not quiet and that was something you loved immensely. You were close. So close. And he knew that so he picked up his pace. You didn’t even have to ask, he knew your body that well.

You whimpered, wrapping your arms over his shoulders to pull him down on top of you. That didn’t stop his thrusts or throw off his tempo either. He kept going knowing you were almost there. This angle was perfect. It was deeper and he kept rubbing against your clit with each thrust.

You loved the feeling of him going in and out of you. You kept trying to look down at the two of you connecting. He smirked down at you, knowing exactly what you were trying to do. Jaime glanced down at what you were unfortunate not to see. He moaned and almost came right then.

“Dios mío,” Jaime whimpered. "You're so wet for me." Your cunt was getting wetter as you got closer to your release. That was enough to bring him to the brink of his own release. “Come for me. Please come for me Y/N. I know you wanna come baby let it go.”

You let it all go, feeling your body shake and tremble. You kissed him so that you didn’t scream. You wrapped your arms around him tightly pulling him as close to you as possible, needing something to stabilize you.

Feeling you coat his cock with your juices sent him over the edge. His thrusts stuttered and lost their rhythm as he spilled his warm seed into you, moaning into your mouth.

He had to remove his mouth from yours to catch his breath. He grunted as his last rope of come left his cock. You didn’t miss the whimper he let out feeling you clench around him.

“Fuck Jaime.” You smiled up at him and wiped the sweat off his forehead that was making his very short hair stick to it.

“That was good.” You both said at the same time.

The both of you let out a breathy laugh.

You took a good look at him. Puffy red lips and flushed cheeks. And his heavenly brown eyes. He was so beautiful.

“I love you, my pretty boy.” You said before placing a kiss on his soft lips.

After pulling away from the kiss, “I love you more, mi amor.” Jaime replied.

He pulled out of your warm heat and you whimpered at the loss of the fullness you once felt. The both of you cuddled till you drifted off to sleep.

[hawkeyeslaughter]

Do you have any (minor) headcanons that you have little to no evidence for but you just believe them as if they were the truth?

oh god of course i do

— the nurses taught klinger how to hem , alter , even make some of his own clothes ; he gets so good at it that sometimes they just come to him with their needs

— the uke ( ? ) that hawkeye has hanging in the swamp ? he knows how to play it surprisingly well , he just never does unless drunker than usual

— radar put soles in his boots one time that made him taller and it took even hawkeye like a solid week to figure out what was different about him ( once he did , though , radar had no refuge from the teasing )

— the nurses hold regular gossip sessions and sometimes compare notes on the guys of the 4077th

— margaret knows how to cut hair , taught herself how to cut her own ( because she got sick of barbers not cutting it the way she wanted ) . has more than once had to come to the rescue of nurses who have marred their hair by taking the scissors to it

— in college bj was a relentless and revered hazer ( which is funny considering he barely got through his own hazing )

— hawkeye’s use of petnames ( “ darling “ , “ sweetheart “ , “ baby “ , etc etc ) are all picked up from trapper . prior to meeting him he hardly ever used them

— when oliver got his orders home , trapper and hawkeye threw him a rager in the swamp and were very badly hungover for their actual goodbye the next day

— father mulcahy has that thing where he hears a tune and can instantly play it on the piano

— charles falls asleep regularly during movie nights hawkeye and beej drag him to , usually on hawkeye’s shoulder

— trapper is colorblind . not like , drastically colorblind , but hawkeye finds out one day and teases him absolutely relentlessly for it

— trapper and oliver always did this bit where they pretended they were whispering things and wouldn’t tell hawkeye what they were saying because it was funny to watch hawkeye get all huffy and annoyed with them

— henry has to do the right / left things with his hands all the time ( PLSASE ITS SO STUPID )

— margaret has a crazy sweet tooth + sometimes bj asks peg to send sweets back specifically for margaret

— potter’s horse or pet names in general very rarely alter because he just can’t be bothered to come up with new creative ones . besides , tried and true always works

— klinger is a pool shark . idk why he is he just is . he has pool shark vibes

— trapper briefly considered going into pediatrics

— charles sometimes has very serious conversations with the camp strays ( mainly just voicing whatever he may be thinking of at the particular moment )

— radar sometimes likes to imagine he’s the protagonist in a superhero world and i mean why not . little dude is literally psychic

— hawkeye has a habit of ripping at his nails , klinger regularly checks them and manicures them for him

— the nurses and swamp rats regularly get involved in prank wars . the nurses are far more clever than some people realize

— hawkeye and trapper stood back to back once to see who was taller and had radar judge ( hawkeye tried to bribe radar to say it was him )

— one time margaret made frank cry so hard he threw up . good for her

— bj has weirdly good reflexes and can catch things while barely looking up , he has a habit of saying “ i knew i should’ve gotten into baseball “

— charles does that thing where someone asks him to do something and he says “ no “ while actively doing it

— the swamp rats are all actively ready to swing on anyone who upsets one of the nurses and that goes double for margaret . sometimes they actually do

— hawkeye has a pair of roller skates . do with this information what you will .

— father mulcahy is a self - taught painter

— henry tells the same stories more than once and hawkeye , trapper , and radar have a mutual agreement to pretend they’ve never heard them whenever this happens

— hawkeye and radar have made many a pinky promise , and never once did one get broken

— charles is surprisingly a god awful secret keeper , he tells most secrets to margaret

— henry is scared shitless of cats

[immajustvibehere]

Unspoken Fascination

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x gn!Reader

Summary: You observe Arthur as he sleeps. You can't help but note all his little imperfections. But despite them, you love him deeply.

tags: slight (very slight) angst? Maybe. Fluffy. Self-indulgent.

1100 words, less than 10 minutes reading time

"He isn't the most beautiful", you tried to convince yourself. But even thinking that made your stomach turn a bit. Though it is true! You just needed to look at him.

"In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,

for they in thee a thousand errors note;

But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,

Who, in despite of view, is pleased to dote;..."

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, you felt yourself lost in the sight of Arthur. His broad frame leans against a tree, his hat resting in his lap, held in place by one of his big hands. Exhaustion had finally claimed him. You had been talking about your day and despite his weariness, he had been listening for a long time, nodding and mumbling affirmations. Now, you had the chance to observe him.

Aside from his soft snores, there was the rustling of the leaves in a gentle breeze. You were a few yards away from camp. Just near enough to hear people talking, but far enough to not being able to make out about what they were going on about.

Arthur's hair were unkempt and dry. You wondered when the last time was he had used a comb. A closer look revealed that it was also unevenly cut. Perhaps Arthur had tried to cut some himself, or the last barber hadn't done such a good job. Strands of his hair pricked his inner ear and you wondered if they didn't tickle him. His beard, too, was trimmed unevenly. It was shorter on his right face half. A small patch under his chin seemed to have been overlooked during his recent trimming session, adding a touch of rugged charm to his appearance.

You wondered when Arthur had stopped caring too much about his appearance. He always wore the same shirt, the blue one. A button was missing and the area around Arthur's hips, where he habitually crammed the shirt inside his patched working pants, was visibly soiled. Years worth of sweat, dirt and blood had worked its way into the fabric of the shirt. You know that he sometimes gave it up to have it washed, but he'd never part from it entirely, despite its worn-out state.

There was dried blood on his boots, and dirt under his fingernails. You looked at his hands. There was something intriguing about them. They had snapped so many necks and pulled the trigger to kill more times than you could even fathom. His skin looked so dry, his fingers calloused. They weren't made for soft touch but for hard work.

As your gaze travelled upward, you couldn't help but notice the various marks and signs of a life lived on Arthur's face and neck. His shirt, unbuttoned and revealing his weathered skin, showcased a distinct tan line around his neck. It spoke of countless hours spent beneath the scorching sun. On the nose, deformed from being broken multiple times, was a mild sunburn. Arthur's lips were chapped. They always were like that, you'd know, because you look at them quite often. And then there was this ugly, fading bruise on his cheek from a bar fight a couple of days ago.

A man, so much older than you, and marked by a harsh and brutal life. A man that had stopped caring about a clean shave or a fresh shirt and a nice haircut some time after he and Mary walked different paths. And - you tilted your head and squinted at him - in a way not the most handsome. His appearance bore the weight of exhaustion and melancholy. His fingertips black with either blood, dirt or pencil stains from sketching in his journal.

"Fuuuck", you mumbled, letting your head dangle.

It didn't matter.

You could pick on Arthur's imperfections as long as you liked, you knew it wouldn't help. As you wrestled with your own internal struggles, torn between your fear of rejection and the undeniable feelings you held for Arthur, you couldn't deny the depth of your emotions. You were desperate to get over this silly crush. No matter how much you may criticize or dissect Arthur's scars, hoarse voice, or any other aspect, it didn't change the fact that you loved him.

His messy hair looked perfect after a ride or even when his sweat made it stick to the back of his neck. The strands that pricked his ears looked cute and you wanted nothing more than to put them behind his ear with your finger. His hands, as rough and calloused they were, could draw the most beautiful pictures. They were capable of those small, delicate crafts. Arthur picked flowers and cleaned his guns like his hands had the agility of a child. And God knows you loved every scar and bruise, you would kiss them until he begged you to stop. Your fingers would run through his beard and you didn't mind the dirty shirt, because you knew it was his favourite.

Your heart shattered when you saw him sad and exhausted, but in his sleep his features were relaxed. This man had every reason to be sad and contemplative, he sure had. Sometimes, you overheard the small comments he made when he looked into a mirror. Please, you would do anything to be the person to tell him that everything will be alright and that he's neither old nor ugly, that you want to hug him and appreciate even the smallest wrinkle on his face.

It was his rough exterior that you loved. Because when you looked closer, it wasn't that rough at all. Every scar told a story, and you wanted to hear them all.

"Yer aspleep?"

Your head shot up and you were met by those beautiful blue eyes that glowed in the evening sun.

"No - I was just thinking."

"That so?", Arthur gave a half-smile and you melted. To see that smile more often you would walk straight through hell without a complaint. He stood up and stretched his tired limbs, looking down on you.

"Yer hungry?"

"Depends. I don't think I can do Pearson's stew again. He talked about a new ingredient and...well, I bet my boots taste better.

Arthur laughed, reaching out with his hand to help you up. You had been right, it was rough and calloused, but warm. And it engulfed your hand entirely, you felt so protected you were disappointed when he let it go again.

"Wanna head to the saloon then? My treat", Arthur offered.

"Only if I can pay a couple of beer later", you grinned.

"'Course. Wouldn't want it any other way", Arthur agreed.

There was no way you would simply get over this crush. Maybe some alcohol will lose your tongue and give you some courage to tell the man how much you really loved him.

[hinakagesposts]

SP HEADCANNONS (prone to inaccuracies)

Kenny

Gender-fluid

Let his hair grow out in high school & only started cutting it during college

HATES onions

worked at Tweak Bros w/ Bebe & Tweek

blondie squad is real!

smoked a lot during HS but worked really hard during college to quit

favorite animal is a ferret

super into anime & adult cartoons

favorite childhood movie was Taledega Nights

Stan

Addictive personality

Bisexual (figured it out after the whole Wendyl situation)

Bipolar 2 sufferer

Loves Bojack Horseman

Owns a beat up pickup truck (it’s his most prized possession)

Dated Wendy until college (couldn’t do long distance)

Bebe

Lesbian!

Had a one-sided crush on Wendy for a long time

Definitely was super into the trashy McBling & y2k fashion during middle school/high school

Cats > dogs

has misophonia

Soft spot for tweek, Kenny & marj/butters

Craig’s frenemy

Tweek

Borderline with schizoaffective disorder

Mommy issues (js like me fr)

Went through a long hair phase in middle school because he developed a fear of barbers

Actually really athletic (track & boxing >>)

Huge glow up sophomore year

Yellow teeth

Loves cats (they remind him of Craig)

Tricia absolutely adores him

Has a hard time accepting that Craig really cares for him bc of the lack of love he had in his childhood

Craig

had braces FOR EVER

mama’s boy

Peruvian (on Laura’s side)

Red & Stan’s cousin

Speaks fluent Spanish

Compliments Tweek in Spanish when he’s too embarrassed to say it in English

Has a good sibling relationship with Tricia

Attends Tweek’s therapy sessions sometimes so he can learn ways to help him cope (he’s a rlly good bf idc)

space is still a special interest

Autistic

[marquez-junky8920]

Hi bestie, sorry for answering so late 🙈 Coming back to appreciating Fabio’s tattoos and especially the Shh… on his index finger, I feel like that deserves a fic. I mean just imagine asking him for the meaning behind it and he says he’s better of showing you, only for him to give you the time of your life going down on you and fingering you, whispering the whole time how much of a good girl you are, shh-ing you in his trailer before a race. No plot, pure smut 👀

Shhh....

'I love all of your tattoos.' you said just enough above a whisper so that Fabio could hear you. He was standing in front of you in the bathroom mirror so that you could trim his hair for him. During the covid lockdowns, you had gotten pretty good at cutting his hair how he wanted it to and he was more than happy to spend the time at home bonding with you rather than going out to spend money at the barber.

'Why do you like them so much? You're always so infatuated with them.' he chuckled, leaning his head down so that you could buzz the hair at the nape of his neck. Buzzed sides and long on the top is how he always liked it.

'I don't know actually. I've always found tattoos to be very pretty. They all tell a story to the person that holds them, and yours certainly tell a story.' he said nothing but offered a soft smile in return before he ran his fingers over his inked arm.

'Although there is one that I've always wondered what the story was behind it.' you said curiously, turning off the buzzer and flicking all of the stray hairs off of his neck before letting him check his hair out in the mirror.

'And which one is that?'

You grabbed his hand and put his index finger in front of your face to reveal the "Shh..." tattoo written in black ink. 'This one.' His eyes scanned over your face briefly before he wore a smirk on his face.

'I think I should show you. This one's better to show rather than tell.' he winked, grabbing your hand and leading you to the bedroom. 'But I will warn you it's best shown off when you are naked, my love.'

'I think I like where this is going.' you giggled mischievously as you stripped yourself from your shorts and t-shirt. You laid yourself down on the bed and watched his every move as he contemplated where he wanted to start with you. He didn't know if he wanted to ravish you with his mouth, fingers, or cock first, but he'd find a way to do all three in the same session.

'Where to begin...' he clicked his tongue and slowly dragged his tattooed finger up your inner thigh, skipping over your heated sex and burning a trail up you stomach, breasts, all the way up to your neck. He gently cupped his hand around your neck and leaned down to kiss you slowly, sensually. Your leg found it's way around his waist and you whimpered lightly as his hand came to rub the underside of your thigh, gently caressing the soft and supple skin there.

'Do I start here?' he emphasized his point by grinding his hips down onto your core and smirked to himself at the desperate groan that fell from your lips.

'Or here?' his curious eyes wandered down to your mouth as his tattooed finger made it's way in. You twirled your tongue around it like it was his cock and giggled lightly at the way he bit his lip. He was displaying some serious self control right now. You knew that if he really wanted to, he could take you in any position he so desired but that wasn't Fabio... Fabio liked to play with his dinner a little bit. Like to tease, taunt, and make you beg for him before he had his fun, but you know that his fun was always on your terms. If you didn't like something or if you said no, the answer was no and he would stop. Half the time, that only added to his arousal - the thought that you enjoyed being teased just as much as he loved doing it to you.

'Hm... Maybe here, love. What do you say?' he cocked an eyebrow and smirked down at you while his fingers slid inside of you briefly before curling and making your back arch.

'I'd say you like that, don't you babygirl?' he lilted in your ear, the suave sound of his voice in your ear making your toes curl. He pushed his fingers as deep as they could go and curled them again, watching as your body seemed to have a mind of it's own and bend to his will. You whimpered out a response and he chuckled darkly to himself.

'Do you want my mouth too, hm? You want my tongue on your pussy?' his voice was so deep that it seemed to belong to another person entirely. His entire persona changed the moment his fingers were inside of you and his hands were on your body.

'Yes... Oh!' you gasped, a wicked smile on your face as his tongue licked a thick stripe up your neck. He placed open mouthed, sloppy kisses down your torso all the way down to your dripping sex and cut his eyes up at you. He let his tongue snake out of his mouth as his lips latched around your clit and sucked harshly, your thighs attempting to close around his head at the sudden jolt of pleasure. Instead of telling you to open your legs, he took the challenge upon himself and let the pleasure drown your body, letting you do anything you wanted as he devoured you like it was his last meal.

Your breathy moans filled every corner of the room as you finally allowed your body to slowly succumb to the mind blowing sensation between your legs. Your thighs relaxed from around his head and opened a bit farther, your lips finding it's way between your teeth as his rough and calloused hand soothed the skin of your inner thigh. As his fingers continued to curl inside of you and his tongue continued it's torture on your sensitive bundle of nerves, your hips undulated against him wanting more. More, more, more. And more you shall receive.

Fabio took your hips in his free hand and weighted them to the bed with his arm. His fingers increased their pace in the blink of an eye and the suckling of his lips and tongue became almost unbearable. You closed your eyes tightly at the increase in pleasure and your vision went white almost immediately. You could faintly hear yourself moaning and you could only imagine how loud it sounded without the intense ringing in your ears. Your orgasm felt like it was ripping you apart fiber by fiber only to turn around and mold you back together again. Your back arched in a perfect curve and Fabio's hands came to splay at your lower back while his tongue calmed it's actions slowly. His thumbs gently rubbed along your back as you came down from your release, a blissful smile on your face while you caught your breath. He slowly kissed his way up your body, paying some slight attention to your breasts before he got to your mouth and kissed your plump lips.

'As great as that was, I still don't understand the meaning of this tattoo. If anything, it made me scream more than be quiet.' you giggled when he dropped his head to your chest and laughed.

'That's a good point. I just couldn't help myself.' he said, both hands coming up to grip at your breasts. 'But now I promise I'll really show you what it means.' he said, putting his tattooed finger against your lips as he slammed his cock into you. Regardless of the finger on your lips, you opened your mouth in a gasp and he took the perfect opportunity to let you suck on his finger. A fast pace was started immediately but he quickly stalled and turned you on your stomach, gripping your hair and pulling you back against his chest and his hand came to cover your mouth.

'This is what it's for baby.' he smirked before continuing his harsh thrusts.

END

[tiredtwstoutt]

This is STILL Happening in 2023...Black Hair Discrimination

Texas high school sends Black student back to in-school suspension over his locs hairstyle (msn.com)

A Texas high school sent a Black student back to in-school suspension Tuesday for refusing to change his hairstyle, renewing a months long standoff over a dress code policy the teen's family calls discriminatory.

George, 18, already has spent more than 80% of his junior year outside of his regular classroom.

He was first pulled from the classroom at the Houston-area school in August after school officials said his braided locs fell below his eyebrows and ear lobes and violated the district’s dress code. His family argues the punishment violates the CROWN Act, which became law in Texas in September and is intended to prohibit race-based hair discrimination. The school says the CROWN Act does not address hair length.

FILE - Darryl George, left, a 17-year-old junior, and his mother Darresha George, right, talks with reporters before walking across the street to go into Barbers Hill High School after Darryl served a 5-day in-school suspension for not cutting his hair Monday, Sept. 18, 2023, in Mont Belvieu. George will spend the remainder of the year in in-school suspension, extending a punishment that was first imposed in August over his hairstyle that district officials maintain violates their dress code policy. A referral given to George Tuesday, Dec. 5, said his hair is “out of compliance” with the dress code at Barbers Hill High School in Mont Belvieu, Texas. (AP Photo/Michael Wyke, File)© Provided by The Associated Press

“We are just trying to take it day by day. That’s all we can do,” his mother, Darresha George, told The Associated Press. “We do not see the light at the end of the tunnel. But we are not giving up.”

School officials said George was sent to the disciplinary program for violating the dress code and the tardy policy, disrupting the in-school suspension classroom and not complying with school directives. As he completed his punishment there, district spokesperson David Bloom said George was told he would go back to in-person suspension unless he trimmed his hair.

George's family has filed a formal complaint with the Texas Education Agency and a federal civil rights lawsuit against the state’s governor and attorney general along with the school district, alleging they failed to enforce the new law outlawing discrimination based on hairstyles.

The school district has filed a lawsuit in state district court asking a judge to clarify whether its dress code restrictions limiting student hair length for boys violate the CROWN Act.

State Rep. Ron Reynolds, a Democrat and chair of the Texas Legislative Black Caucus, said he planned to file an amendment to the law during the next session that “specifically addresses length to stop their pretextual argument to not comply with the Crown Act.”

“They are acting in bad faith to continue discriminating against African American students,” Reynolds said in an email.

George said he feels like is being singled out because there are other boys in the school with longer hairstyles than his. He was denied an exemption that the family requested because of the hairstyle’s cultural and religious importance.

“It’s frustrating because I’m getting punished for something everyone else is doing, growing hair, having hair,” George said.

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[ablogwithoutacause]

Hospitality

Hospitality, just like everything, is in the eye of the beholder. What is considered good hospitality by me, may not be considered the same by others. How do you prepare to be hospitable? You don't... you just are. Whatever your threshold is, you can be a 4 on a scale of 1-10. When the unforeseen circumstance arises, that's where your 4 shows. Not when you plan and make adequate preparations. I think I'm wrong though, that determines hospitality as well. The thought you put into making your visit feel as comfortable as can be doesn't go unnoticed. They say everything comes in 3's. I like to think everything is two at once.

During my homeless streak of 2023, a second-cousin of mine who lived a more amplified version of the life i had lived took care of me. He ensured i had money in my pocket after cutting his hair. He shared experiences and shared what he considered the most important things in life. Love, and Christ. As wise as he is, he still tends to commit the same mistakes over and over. He doesn't seem to love himself, because he doesn't seem to love his wife, his home, and his soul. Today, as I was sleeping, he decided to blow up my phone. I don't really want to hang out with him unless absolutely necessary since it usually means i'm left to babysit him while drunk. He lied to me. He said he desperately needed a haircut. I ignored the call, the text. It was easier to prioritize my new morning routine. Jog a mile, calisthenics, and a self oriented youtube therapy session. When I was homeless, i gave him my location in case anything was to ever happen. This double-edged sword has now came and bit me in the hiney.

I can't avoid him. he has a control over me that i do not wish he had. He calls me and he knows where i'm at. When i'm there... For how long... He must've seen me go on a jog because as soon as i got home... he called again. This time i answered only to hear a slurred-drunk saying he was around the corner to come get his haircut. What do you do? Reject the man who gave you a blanket and four walls to sleep in when you needed it most? Reject the man who overpaid his haircuts by a few hundred bucks? No. You repay. You demonstrate your love in a respectful way.

His Tahoe bumping loud hood music through its speakers terribly parked on the street makes itself at home. He nearly trips over the tiniest pebble... "You have a fridge, nigga? Feed me dawg, I'm fucking drunk..." Dumbfounded by what is going on, i prepare to be hospitable. I love to feed others. I love to cook. Leftover spaghetti.. Hmmm I can saute some zucchini and red onions with salt and oregano to side the spaghetti. He's hugging me and kissing me as I'm cooking for him. "You're rich. These are the riches in life. Food. 4 walls and a blanket." he felt the hospitality. A pea sized of anger in the back of my skull is telling me to get angry. To sin and start issues with him for lying to you. Instead, I opt to allow love to conquer. Self reminders of him helping me out when I was in need subdue whatever negative emotions were boiling in the pea sized anger sitting in the back of my head. He eats on the barber chair. Spills spaghetti all over his clothes. The floor. The pea sized anger gets hotter, but doesn't grow. My control is stronger than the emotions brewing. "Thanks for these wheels nigga." were his last words. before falling asleep. I had cut the zucchini into round slices just like mom would prepare for me.

Seeing him fall asleep and know a haircut was still yet to be done, was enough to have me of the past throw a fit. He was invading my plans for the day, my Saturday. I wanted to rest. To read, and write. Meditate. Clean. Well, after struggling to cut his hair... I did just that. I cleaned. I meditated with Baby, and here I am writing. Anthony Bourdain replied to a redditor in regards to writer's block... His answer was enough to convince me that if i considered myself a writer, I should go clean squid all day if i ever whined about writer's block. Instead of being mad about my cousin's unannounced visit. I morphed the stress into inspiration for this blog entry. I'm watching a black and white film called Coffee and Cigarettes as my primo sleeps soundly on the plump barber chair. Different vignettes of people enjoying coffee and cigarettes all around the country, each with a distinct dilemma pieced together to form a film. It's the second occurrence of a vignette within the last 30 days that i am exposed to. I just learned of the term recently. It's interesting. I might venture to that style of writing in the near future. It was very popular in the 50's during the beatnik era.

While my cousin gets his sleep, I came to the realization that in this moment... he needed this. Frustration of him and his wife having an argument was what led him to my home. I don't take sides, I don't want to see anyone argue with their significant other. It's only right for me to give him a temporary place that feels safe. Just to momentarily quench the thirst, then have him continue his journey. As he walked in he said "aw nigga it smells good". It made me happy that he acknowledged the smell. My mom always ensured the home smelled good. The last time someone told me my place smelled good was when I used to cut hair at mom's. It's a well stimulating compliment indeed. I believe him because his house reeks of wet dogs. Sometimes hospitality is a demonstration of the love we have for others even though the circumstances don't benefit us in that specific moment.

Mi casa es su casa as they say. But... where do you draw the line?

[illiumgame]

So last session started with Elton being delivered breakfast by a lively npc knome that he accidentally scared he shit out of. Elton then went to try to apologize to Lady Carestia, head of the embassy, for being rude to her the day before and in the process of doing that he ended up trauma dumping literally everything to her. Why the party was there, what was really going on, the soul harvesting, everything. Meanwhile Cynn is in the courtyard out back absolutely destroying the guards training equipment because she was upset. Once Elton had finished spilling the beans Cael came in, Elton told her what he'd just done, she gave a brief report on last night's explosion, and then both her and Elton left to do their respective things. Elton went to go train and Cael went to go write a report to Lady Morrigan on Cynn's bad behavior. During all of this Jax has been asleep since she stayed up late studying the soul gems last night. She finally wakes up around noon and immediately goes to steal fruit from the trees in the front entryway. Elton and Jax run into each other and Elton lets Jax know that they're going shopping soon. Jax then spends some time figuring out how to climb to the rafters of the entry hall, which is where Cael finds her and then everyone heads out to the tailor's/clothing store lead by Mylo the breakfast knome. Jaz and Elton get fitting with new fancy clothes by the half elf and the mute silver dragonborn 'partners' who run the place which is very uncomfortable for Jax. Cael then takes Jax to a sea elf barber to get her hair cut, and the session ended with everyone on their way back to the embassy

[soleilsuhh]

stray kids :: domestic moments with them

˚ · it’s sleepily brushing your teeth together with chan in the morning and him pulling your hair back away from your face so that you don’t get toothpaste on it. it’s him joining you on the balcony and sharing a big fluffy blanket while quietly watching the city on sleepless nights. it’s you sitting on the kitchen counter, talking about your day while he makes dinner; it’s him playfully pointing the knife at you and telling you help him cut the vegetables.

˚ · it’s enthusiastically decorating your new apartment with minho and arguing about which furniture goes where; it’s having to literally wrestle him on the ground to stop him from messing up the perfect position of the couch. it’s him begrudgingly getting out of bed and accompanying you to the grocery store in the middle of the night. it’s him letting you trim his hair instead of going to the barber because he’s too lazy.

˚ · it’s communicating with changbin by yelling from different rooms. it’s him hanging your couple photos and photos with friends and families on the wall. it’s him coming home from a rough day and giving you a back hug, feeling instantly better just by having you in his arms. it’s him waking you up in the morning for your monday morning jogs together.

˚ · it’s hyunjin patiently waiting for you to come home so that you can have dinner together. it’s arguing about whose hair get stuck more in the shower drains. it’s doing your hair and make-up together for nights-out with friend; it’s him helping you choose which outfit to wear. it’s him coming back home with your favourite snacks to restock them when they’re running low.

˚ · it’s jisung sleepily and grumpily listening to you nag while you rush around the room, getting ready. it’s him peeing with the door open so that he can continue the conversation with you and hear you speak. it’s chilling together on the bed, both on your own phones, and him poking you with his foot just because. it’s hearing him sing in the shower and you joining in and harmonising from the bedroom while you do your own thing.

˚ · it’s grocery shopping with felix and him pushing the cart while you read the list of the things you need. on some nights, it’s talking about anything and everything while you both sit in front of the microwave, waiting for the leftovers from last night to heat up. it’s spending hours, searching for what to watch on netflix then ending up on youtube instead.

˚ · it’s talking about your days with seungmin while folding clothes together. it’s him calling you when he’s at a mall or a grocery store to ask you if you want or need anything. it’s flipping coin to decide who has to do the dishes or take out the trash. it’s cuddling on the couch during movie nights and falling asleep on there instead of on the bed.

˚ · it’s jeongin waiting for you in the living room when you come home late and greeting you with hazy eyes and a small kiss. it’s him calling you to ask where certain things are; ‘where did you put the extra toilet papers?’ it’s turning cleaning sessions into dance and karaoke parties. it’s taking turns to scratch each other’s backs before bedtime. it’s him peeling tangerines for you while you binge-watch shows on lazy afternoons.

[inlovewiththefictionalcharacters]

SURPRISE

Request: Have you ever seen Defending Jacob if so I would like to request for a sugar daddy Andy Barber x reader please and thankyou ☺️

Pairing: (Sugar daddy) Andy Barber x Reader

Warning(s): Language; Smut (kinda); 18+; Angst; Spanking (sorry bout that); Not proofread; Mean Andy Barber (kinda); Reader is of age (18+).

To the Anon who sent me this: I hope you like this one. I’m so sorry it took a lot of time to write this, but I was preoccupied with some other stuff. I hope this meets your expectations. I can only hope that you will like it.

A/N: I don’t know what monstrosity I wrote. I apologize in advance... I never wrote anything with sugar baby - sugar daddy settings and I didn’t find many fics on it either. I hope you guys will like it.

*****

She never thought that she’ll end up doing this in her life. Becoming a sugar baby to someone. She didn’t want to do it. She didn’t like decision, but she don’t even have any other options left. With having no support from her parents, just because she chose to take an entirely different career path from what her parents wanted her to, her parents practically disowned her, kicking her to the curb. 

That left her juggling two part time jobs along with college that left her so exhausted that sometimes, all she wanted was to never get out of her bed. Her paychecks barely met her rent and other expenses, apart from the tuition fees. But here she was, being a sugar baby to this man - Andy Barber.

She met Andy Barber in the most unconventional way when compared to how many other sugar babies met their sugar daddies. The first time she met him was when she was working on her shift at the diner and he happened to be at the place then. She ended up serving him for that night. The first time, Andy was polite and smiled at her whenever their gazes met. He was all alone by himself. 

The second time she met him, was once again during her shift at the diner and coincidentally happened to serve him, yet once again. He was alone again and the diner didn’t have many customers that night. Andy started conversing with her, asking her how her day was and other random stuff that none of the customers she served to did. 

The third time she met him was once again at the same diner which was practically empty that night, apart from the the cute teenage couple that was all googly eyes at each other. Instead of her, her coworker walked towards him to take his order and serve him, but then returned back to the counter with a confused expression, making Y/N look at her with a frown.

“He asked for you, today. You can cover him. I’ll take care of the teenage lovebirds” Tara said.

With a smile, Y/N walked towards Andy to take his order. 

That night, Andy asked her to join him. She stilled hearing that. That’s very unusual and she didn’t know what to do. A quick glance at Tara who also happens to be near enough to hear what Andy asked received her a nod from Tara.

Nervously, she looked at Andy and said “Let me just place your order. I’ll join you after that.”

Andy smiled in response. After spending some time with her, Andy paid for the both of them, much to her disdain and walked out of the diner after thanking her for giving him company. But what surprised her the most that day was finding Andy outside the diner when she completed her shift. He was just standing there, waiting for her and she blinked at him, flabbergasted and slightly taken aback to see him there. With a gentle smile, he approached her and convinced her to let her take him somewhere else.

They ended up in a quaint little ice cream parlor with a scoop each of their favorite ice-creams and yet again, he managed to pay the bill before she could. The place was empty, given the late hour and they still took their seats far away to not be heard or disturbed by anyone who could pop in.

That’s when Andy broke the news to her, him propositioning to be her sugar daddy. Y/N was shocked to hear this. She didn’t know what to expect when he took her there, but she definitely wasn’t expecting that.

“Look, I just want you to give me company, that’s pretty much it. I don’t expect anything else from you. It sucks going home to no one, living alone for these many years. I just want you to be with me whenever I want to” he told her.

He told her that he wanted to spoil her, shower her with gifts. He told her that she wouldn’t have to worry about paying rents or making ends meet and he’ll be the one to worry her, also popping out that she’s going to live with him rather than that shitty hole of an apartment she lived in. He told her that she wouldn’t have to juggle those part time jobs anymore and can invest that time on her career and him. 

The career aspect of his speech must have been what made her think about the deal. If not for that, she would have probably said a flat out no. But still, she asked him some time to think about it to which she agreed. But that didn’t stop him from meeting her everyday, giving her a glimpse of how her life could be if she agreed to be his sugar baby, adding his charm to everything he did. 

That must have been it and within a week, she agreed to the deal and by the end of the month, Andy had her settled in his house. It felt odd, still did to find most of her favorite things handed out to her, without even asking for it. All she had to do was just be with him whenever he’s home and let him take care of her. That included going shopping, buying gifts and taking her out to places in and out of the city, impromptu included. But the best part was hanging out with each other that slowly turned into cuddle sessions. Both of them loved those.

It was during one of those moments when she first kissed him. It was a spur of the moment kiss. Both of them were cuddling, looking at a cheesy romantic movie that she put on. They were talking about a scene in the movie and turned their heads to look at each other while talking. She didn’t even know when they stopped talking and gazed into each others’ eyes, glancing at each others’ lips too.  Without even thinking, she pressed her lips against his.

Andy was still for a moment. When she realized what she did, she was quick to break apart from him, apologizing profusely, but got cut off by him when he dragged her back to him and kissed the hell out of her. One thing lead to another and the both of them ended up rolling in the sheets on the bed. 

She didn’t notice when things got complicated on her part, but when she did, it was too late. She caught feelings for Andy and didn’t even know when she fell in love with him. She loved everything about him, inside and out. That’s when her fear started too. She feared about the time she had to part ways with him. She wasn’t a fool. Arrangements like these almost never lasts long. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to mend her broken heart and live with it. 

That’s when she started holding herself back, going reserved and formal making Andy frown every time she did it. When he asked her about it, she just brushed him off, saying it was just the stress due to college. But that continued even after the exams, days after the summer break has started. That’s when Andy thought that it was about time they go somewhere out and took her to the Caribbean. A getaway from all their worries where all they have to do is enjoy the sun and themselves. 

It didn’t escape Andy’s scrupulous observation - the way she was behaving, like she was holding back, scared of something. He knew something was bugging her and he made a resolve to fix that before they leave, back to Newton.

Andy was sitting in the balcony of the room they were in, enjoying the gorgeous sunset that it offered along with the glorious view of the beach when Y/N awkwardly walked out, to the balcony.

“Hey, you” Andy greeted, looking at her and was met with a shy and awkward smile and a small hey was told to him.

She was about to sit on the chair beside him when he grabbed her hand, saying “Sit with me,” and pulling her into his lap.

She was stiff for a moment but eventually leaned into him, the both of them enjoying the sunset while he kept caressing her hair, her back and her arm. He smiled when she nuzzled into him, but it quickly turned into a frown when she suddenly stilled. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, looking down at her.

“N-Nothing” she replied and quickly stood up.

“Where are you going?” he asked, sitting straight when he saw her leaving.

“Inside” she replied and walked back into the room.

Cussing under his breath, he stood up and followed her.

“Look, if something’s bothering you, you can tell me” he told her.

“Nothing’s bothering me, Andy” she told, letting her hands run through the non-existent creases on her sundress.

Andy narrowed his eyes at her.

“Seriously, Y/N?!” “Now you’re lying to me?” “Is it something that I did?” “Tell me what’s bothering you!” he kept asking and telling her but she didn’t say anything, dodging all of his questions.

“I said nothing’s bothering me, Andy!” she exclaimed.

“Bullshit!” he called out her bluff.

She just huffed rolling her eyes and he narrowed his, looking at her.

“I need some air” she muttered and turned around to leave, but he was quick to walk towards her with huge steps and grabbed her arm.

“Oh, no. You’re not going anywhere until you tell me what’s bothering you so much” Andy said.

“Seriously, Andy! Let go!” she exclaimed, tugging her arm from his grip, but he tightened his hold on her and walked towards the bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed and within the blink of the eye, she was across his knee. He raised the skirt of her dress, bunching it up by her torso and pulled her panties down her legs, puddling them on the floor.

“Andy! What are you doing?!” she gasped.

He just caressed her naked butt, squeezing it every now and then while she kept wiggling, trying to get out of his hold, but his grip was tight on her. 

“Y/N” he said, his voice calm, reminding her of the calmness that comes before a storm. 

“Now, tell me what’s bothering you” Andy told her.

“Nothing!” she exclaimed, lying through her teeth, still wiggling.

Andy’s eyes hardened and he grabbed her arms by the wrists and held them at her back, obstructing her movements.

“Fine then. If you don’t tell me, I’ll get it out of you, myself” he said coldly and his hand left her butt but her breath was quickly knocked out of her lungs when his hand met her butt-cheek with a sharp slap. 

That was the first time he ever did that to her. The cheek burned while her lips parted in shock and her entire body stilled for a second. Andy caressed the other cheek and slapped it too, with more force than the first spank and a low whimper got caught in her throat. He kept delivering the spanks to each cheek alternatively. She didn’t know how many times he did that. She didn’t bother to count. Her mind was too much in shock to even register that.

After some time, Andy stopped spanking her, seeing the tears that pooled in her eyes. He hated doing this, hurting her but he didn’t like it one bit when she withdrew herself from him. He knew that he had to fix whatever that is bothering her. He can’t bear it when she’s troubled. 

He softly caressed her but cheeks and asked “Are you going to tell me what’s been bothering you, now, sweetheart?”

Y/N scowled, with tears in her eyes and replied a resonating “No!”

Andy chuckled hearing that.

“Well, at least it’s a no this time and not a nothing” he said and her eyes widened hearing it.

“That’s progress” he added and hummed letting his fingers go down to her folds.

“Someone’s been enjoying this” he said, his fingers playing with her with folds while she squirmed.

His fingers soon found her clit and kept rubbing tight circles on it, making a coil form in her stomach and just before it was about to snap, he stopped, making her whimper.

“Are you going to tell me now?” he asked her slowly.

She just turned her head away is response.

It wasn’t long before he started playing with her folds again, dipping his finger into the wet hole, thrusting into it. He edged her four times like that, stopping right before she could climax and asking her if she’s gonna tell him and she’d just whimper or groan in response, shaking her head. The fifth time he edged her and stopped right before the orgasm hit her, she kicked her legs, crying, her lady parts sensitive, her body flushed.

“I don’t like being mean to you, sweetheart. Please tell me what’s bothering you” he told her softly, leaning down and kissing the back of her head. 

And she told him, bearing her heart out to him. She told him that she loved him and was scared that in the end she’d end up with a broken heart and was trying to protect herself from it, that she knew that these type of arrangements - what they had usually don’t last and was scared that she’d end up trying to mend her heart back while sobbing. He eventually let her hands go, but made her sit in his lap while she cried into his shoulder, all the while he kept caressing her back, her hair while kissing the side of her head. He waited till her cries stopped to break the news to her.

“You had me worried there, baby. And I thought it was something that I did” he said, making her sit straight in his lap and look at him with a frown etched on her face.

“You’re not calling off the arrangement?” she asked him, looking dumbfound.

Andy laughed in response and cupped her face, saying “And let you go? Never! I fucking love you and I’m never going to let you go. You’re stick with me sweetheart, and got me wrapped around your finger,” and kissed her passionately, pouring all his love and feelings for her.

[fauzhee10069]

Cut Moments in JJBA: Stone Ocean anime

In case you don’t want to miss them… fellow anime-only watchers…

A prisoner is sharpening a button on the bars (SO chapter 1: Stone Ocean – part 1) (Episode 1)

The warden who made Jolyne’s fapping looks like Tom Cruise, he was also in the same van with her and Hermes (SO chapter 1: Stone Ocean – part 1) (Episode 1)

Jolyne was part of the biker gang (SO chapter 2 and 1) (Episode 1)

The scene when Jolyne got busted and her mother’s shock has been removed (SO chapter 2: Stone Ocean – part 2) (Episode 1)

Hermes also witnesses Jolyne’s being humiliated by the wardens (SO chapter 3: Stone Ocean – part 3) (Episode 1)

Jolyne has further examination by a prison doctor and there is a trans-man inmate (SO chapter 3: Stone Ocean – part 3) (Episode 1)

Jolyne is made to bribe a barber during hair cutting session (SO chapter 4: Prisoner FE40536 Jolyne Cujoh - part 1) (Episode 2)

Ballpoint is not allowed in prison and Jolyne steals it from Locobaroco, the warden (SO chapter 4: Prisoner FE40536 Jolyne Cujoh - part 1) (Episode 2)

You can get a spare portion for breakfast if you work (SO chapter 5: Prisoner FE40536 Jolyne Cujoh - part 2) (Episode 2)

Locobaroco and the other prisoners in cafeteria react to the alarm (SO chapter 9: Stone Free - part 2) (Episode 2)

Anime:

Manga:

Gwess gives Jolyne her bottom bed, anime prefers to show whereas manga tells (SO chapter 10: Green Dolphin Street Prison) (Episode 2)

Johngalli A. guesses where the cards will go (SO chapter 12: The Visitor – part 2) (Episode 3)

Anime:

This appeared during Jotaro's visit to Jolyne in the prison (and his first SO appearance)

Manga:

This appeared after Dragon’s Dream arc

Jolyne’s flashback scene when she was 14 years old got moved much earlier than in the manga (SO chapter 75: Father: Jotaro Kujo; Daughter: Jolyne Cujoh) (Episode 3)

Also, just in case this scene would not appear in the anime, but it is also possible that we will get this scene in the future episode:

Jolyne found a wallet, took the money instead of return it, got caught, in a panic she tried to escape by snatching the car.

「Star Platinum」 can only stop time for 2 seconds (this Jotaro’s monologue has been removed in the anime) (SO chapter 13: The Visitor - part 3) (Episode 3)

A warden does shoot Jolyne and she deflects the bullet’s course with 「Stone Free」 (SO chapter 20: Prisoner of Love) (Episode 5)

「Whitesnake」 talks about John F. Kennedy’s murderer after he killed Johngalli A. (SO chapter 20: Prisoner of Love) (Episode 5)

Hermes has been bedridden for around 6 days (SO chapter 21: Hermès' Sticker - part 1) (Episode 6)

Anime:

Manga:

Bugs Bunny’s birthday vs Mickey Mouse’s birthday (SO chapter 21: Hermès' Sticker - part 1) (Episode 6)

Thunder McQueen’s reason behind his suicide habit (SO chapter 23: Hermès' Sticker - part 3) (Episode 6)

Thunder McQueen’s past with a girl he liked (SO chapter 23: Hermès' Sticker - part 3) (Episode 6)

Manga:

During her encounter against McQueen, Hermes is brought by Emporio to his ghost room and meets Weather Report and Anasui (SO chapter 24: Hermès' Sticker - part 4)

Anime:

During Operation Savage Garden, it is Jolyne who meets Emporio, Weather Report and Anasui (Episode 10)

In the anime, Hermes does meet Emporio, but he doesn’t take her into 「Burning Down The House」 and thus she has not seen Weather Report and Anasui yet. (Episode 6)

In the manga, Jolyne also meets Emporio in the beginning of Savage Garden’s Operation, but he doesn’t take her into 「Burning Down The House」, instead he introduces Weather Report outside his ghost room in the music room without Anasui. (SO chapter 40: Operation Savage Garden (Get to the Courtyard!) - part 1)

Also… ԅ(≖‿≖ԅ)

Anime:

Manga:

Anasui was a girl during her very first appearance, but his gender got retconed in the manga and the anime fixed the retcon (SO chapter 24: Hermès' Sticker - part 4) (Episode 10)

The explosive bracelet can be unlocked via prison’s main computer (SO chapter 26: There are Six of Us! - part 1) (Episode 7)

A mysterious inmate offers Jolyne a drug (in fact, she was already Foo Fighters, and FF knows drugs LOL) (SO chapter 27: There are Six of Us! - part 2) (Episode 7)

The reason why this mysterious inmate accusses Jolyne that she caused a scene during assembly (SO chapter 30: There are Six of Us! - part 5) (Episode 8)

Hermes somehow met Thunder McQueen again and he lost his memories as his discs got retrieved from him (SO chapter 33: Foo Fighters – part 3) (Episode 8)

Etro (FF’s body host) used around four segments of toilet paper and her favorite actor is Johnny Depp (SO chapter 33: Foo Fighters – part 3) (Episode 8)

Foo Fighters annoys an inmate who is playing baseball (SO chapter 34: Debt Collector Marilyn Manson - part 1) (Episode 9)

Looks like a queer, then Marilyn Monroe (SO chapter 34: Debt Collector Marilyn Manson - part 1) (Episode 9)

In original Japanese text, it was initially "okama" (オカマ), roughly means “drag queen”, then changed into "gay" (ゲイ gei). Keep in mind that the manga was written in late 90s and early 00s by a Japanese, though both terms might be considered offensive in today’s standard.

Hermes has a gold tooth (SO chapter 36: Debt Collector Marilyn Manson – part 3) (Episode 9)

Money belongs to McQueen can not be used to pay the debt (SO chapter 37: Debt Collector Marilyn Manson – part 4) (Episode 9)

Foo Fighters has a quick drink between the game (SO chapter 37: Debt Collector Marilyn Manson – part 4) (Episode 9)

Jolyne makes two inmates brawling in order to keep them away from the baseball game (SO chapter 38: Debt Collector Marilyn Manson – part 5) (Episode 9)

What you can buy in G.D. St. Prison’s Store, including Rolex watch and Vuitton bag (SO chapter 40: Operation Savage Garden (Get to the Courtyard!) - part 1) (Episode 10)

Lichtenstein print & Emporio’s shooting skill (SO chapter 24: Hermès' Sticker - part 4) (Episode 10)

Jolyne holds up Lang Wrangler’s mask to the camera to trick Pucci (SO chapter 47: Operation Savage Garden - part 8) (Episode 11)

Anime:

Manga:

The flashback when Pucci met DIO was night in the anime, but day in the manga (SO chapter 48: Heavy Rainfall Warning Activated - part 1) (Episode 12)

Keep in mind that the coloring in the manga was not done by Araki, but likely Sueisha team. I think Araki might be the type of mangaka who doesn't like wasting his black ink on night scenes. Either way, the choice of anime adaptation is better considering that DIO is a vampire.

More specific accounts of animals falling from the sky which took place in Wales (SO chapter 48: Heavy Rainfall Warning Activated - part 1) (Episode 12)

That’s all for now, this will update later as we need to wait for the next batch of Stone Ocean’s episodes.

I need to credit Hamon Beat as well in collecting what were left out in the anime because to be honest, turned out that quite a lot of things I forgot in SO manga. I only recalled about 4 changes, yet HB actually found a lot more than I could remember.

And here, I don't cover all the differences in SO manga-anime, because I only focus on interesting things that anime-only watchers shouldn’t miss. This post focuses more on what's missing than on what's changed.  If you want to know more about the differences in SO manga-anime, just watch HB’s video: here.

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

alr lmao I'm procrastinating on my hw soOOOO if you were a professional interviewer (like Zach Sang or smth) and got the opportunity to do an in-depth interview with Louis, what questions would you ask? What questions would you avoid? And what controversial questions might you throw in there to see how he thinks on his feet?

(Me as interviewer)

1. You’ve said that you often go into songwriting sessions with a “concept in mind.” Do you whip out your phone and do a little note whenever an idea strikes you? Is there ever a time when you’ve looked at a note later and said, “What the hell was I thinking?”

2. What are some inspiration for you? Do you listen to certain types of music or podcasts, or watch movies or shows? What are some songs you’ve loved recently?

3. A creative artist always has a balance between feeling humble and vulnerable and being brash, confident. As a creator, was there ever a time, a song or a moment, when you thought, “This is it. I’m certain I’m in the right profession, because this is fucking brilliant”?

4. You’ve been in the music business a long time, Louis. Long enough that times have changed, tastes have changed. Do you feel like you’re writing and performing for the same audience who grew up with you, or a different audience? What do you make of the demographics who might not know about your past or your 1D songs— do you think it’s important for them to know your whole discography? Or only the solo stuff? What do you feel draws people to your music?

5. Taking off from that question, do you envy artists from past eras? There wasn’t as much social media influence back in the day. If you could time travel and go back to any era, where would you like to land? Who would you like to work with?

6. A fun follow-up on this question. Is there an artist from the past whose career makes you go, “Damn, I’d like to have that”?

7. Which song do you wish you had written?

8. Your band seems to be a lot of fun and the members seem to work well together. How do you think you’ve evolved with them since Walls era started? Do they influence your writing or performing style?

9. What’s a genre you love that we might be surprised about? Top three songs from that genre?

10. A silly question. Since you are frequently on the road or in foreign countries, what’s the one special day like that you want to spend at home? Do you just sleep in or is that some special celebration that you do? If you had time and freedom to do anything, what would you do? Travel? Go to an amusement park? Go to outer space? Ski? Rummage with a professional football team?

11. I don’t think we’ve ever seen you grow your hair as long as during the pandemic! Was that just from not going to the barber’s during the pandemic? Fans seem to have strong feelings about the long hair. Did you like it? Did you ever get the impulse to cut it all off? Did it ever bother you, and what did you do about that? Headband/ hat/ ponytail - what was your choice?

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

I Could Be Your Sometimes Part One

Part Two | Masterlist Rating: Explicit -  18+ Only Notes: Set before the series; Italics will indicate scenes set in the past Also I know nothing about the public relations market in Newton, MA, don’t @ me Title is from the song Summer by The Blow

Warnings: Eventual infidelity and sexual content. If you dislike this, please don’t read. Thank you. Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader Summary: Being in a small town had its pitfalls. I felt like everywhere I went I saw someone I knew. Including the lobby that morning, when I could’ve sworn I’d seen Andy fuckin’ Barber.

“Oh, geez— No really, Mr. Barber, you don’t have to drive me, I’ll be fine—“ I swore, grabbing my jacket off of the back of the couch. “It’s late, kid. Our fault, too, I don’t want you walkin’ home this late-- Hey Lor, I’m just gonna drive her—“ “Oh, of course!” Laurie’s bright smile and quick nod made me even more dubious; part of me had almost hoped she’d tell her husband that I could walk home (which, knowing Laurie as well as I did, was a ridiculous hope). “Got everything?” He asked, grabbing his keys from the counter. “Uh-huh,” I confirmed, shifting my bag on my shoulder. I gave Laurie a quick wave before I followed Andy out to the garage. I hated, hated, hated liking Mr. Barber. I felt like such a cliché: the babysitter crushing on the hot dad. It took effort to not squirm in my seat, or fidget with my seatbelt, or push my hair behind my ear. 

“Jacob didn’t give you any trouble?” Andy asked, glancing over at me. “Oh, no, he was fine,” I reassured him. Andy nodded, refocusing on the road. “… He say anything about school?” Andy asked a moment later. “Um… Just that he had the same teacher this year.” I glanced over as I heard Andy sigh a little. He shook his head a bit. “The school recommended he repeat a year in--“ “Kindergarten, yeah. Mrs. Barber told me,” I cut in, “… For the record, I think Jacob’s a sweet kid. Sometimes they just need more time to adjust. Nothing wrong with that.” Andy met my eye and smiled as we came to a red light. “Speaking of adjusting, you looking forward to college next year?” It was my turn to turn my attention to the road ahead of us. “I guess,” I said, shrugging a bit. “Just guess? NYU, that’s a big deal, right?” Andy pressed. “I think it’s slightly less of a big deal than people make it out to be.” “New school, new city— But you’ve got family down there, right?” “Uh-huh. That’s why my ma’s head hasn’t completely exploded about me turning down my acceptance to BU,” I rolled my eyes a little. I smiled at the sound of Andy’s chuckle. He pulled the car up outside my house and parked. “Thanks, Mr. Barber,” I said, unbuckling my seatbelt. “No problem. Have a good night.” “You, too,” I mumbled, grabbing my backpack off of the floor of the car. I shut the door behind me. I hurried up the walk, stopping when I heard him call my name. I turned back to see him jogging after me. “You forgot your jacket,” He said, holding it out to me. I felt my cheeks flush as I took hold of it. “Sorry,” I mumbled. I went to pull it from him, and he tugged it back toward him, lips twitching into a playful smile. I felt my stomach flip as I tugged the jacket out of his hands, rolling it into a ball and hugging it into my chest. “Thank you,” I tacked on. “Sure,” Andy laughed before he turned, heading back to his car. I was careful not to watch him. I didn’t want him to turn around and see me staring at him. I hurried inside, shutting the door behind myself and pressing my face into my ball of a jacket, willing my blush away. — “… Oh my god you’re totally zoned, aren’t you.” “Huh?” I blinked a couple of times, looking up at my boss. Nora’s dark eyes were twinkling at me with amusement. “Where did you just go?” She asked. I shook my head. “I um… I’m sorry, I saw someone in the lobby that reminded me someone. What’s up?” I asked. I hadn’t initially planned to come back to Newton after I’d graduated from college. Nora had been my manager at an internship I’d had while I was in New York. She was a native Bostonian herself, and we’d been fast friends. By the time I’d graduated college, she��d started her own public relations firm in Newton, and had offered me a job. “It’s a great market - you know there’s nothing like this around here. Everything else is either in-house, or farming it out to an agency in Boston or New York that’s more worried about their larger clients than what’s going on with their boutique clients,” Nora had pointed out to me. She hadn’t needed to pitch me that hard. This job allowed me to get a place of my own, start a life that felt more mine. But being in a small town had its pitfalls. I felt like everywhere I went I saw someone I knew. Including the lobby that morning, when I could’ve sworn I’d seen Andy fuckin’ Barber. I didn’t think of Andy much. That dweeby little crush I’d had on him back when I’d been Jacob’s babysitter had faded while I was in New York. In retrospect, I had chalked it up feeling lonely, and being somewhat flattered that a particularly hot man was talking to me at all. But he was also a hot married man with a kid, and I had been a teenager at that point. I’d known nothing was going to happen, and on the rare occasion that I looked back, I felt nothing but mortification. “Well, if you could possibly zone back in? Or have you forgotten that you’re leading our Public Relations and the Law seminar?” Nora teased. I nodded. “No, I didn’t forget.” “Well, everyone’s checked in and grabbing their coffee. Got any jitters?” "Nope, jitter-free.” “… Who’d you think you saw in the lobby? An ex?” Nora asked, eyes narrowing curiously. I snorted. “Definitely not an ex,” I said, standing and smoothing over the forest green fabric of my skirt before I straightened my suit jacket. “Do I look alright?” I asked. “You look fine,” Nora reassured me before she peered into my mug. “No coffee?” She asked. “Not risking it until after the seminar. If I spill anything on this shirt,” I pointed to my white blouse, “I’d rather it be after I give this talk.” Nora snorted, leading the way to the conference room. I had lied to Nora a little. I did have a few jitters - I always did before a pitch or a seminar. I stepped into the conference room, looking around and smiling at the few people I made eye contact with. It was full of other PR professionals, as well as a few lawyers. “Morning everyone,” I greeted before I introduced myself, taking my place at the front of the room. The few murmured conversations quieted as I drew their attention. “I know we’ve all got deliverables to work on and motions to file, so if you could please hold your questions until the end of the presentation.” — By the end of the hour, the jitters had cleared, the presentation was finished, and most people were filing out of the room (though some were heading to the back to snag a second pastry). I leaned over my laptop, setting my clicker down to check my emails. I usually hung around after seminars on the off-chance someone had a question that they hadn’t the chance to ask me during the session. “All clear in here?” Nora appeared at my side, peering over my shoulder. “Well, none of the law professionals told me that I didn’t know shit about shit and none of the PR professionals insulted my presentation skills… To my face. And the room isn’t on fire, so I’d say we’re alright,” I nodded. Nora rolled her eyes. “Glad to hear it. Let me know when you’re done, we’ll go grab lunch.” “Sure,” I agreed, watching her go before I looked back down at my laptop. I heard someone approaching, but I was sure they were just nearing me on their way to the door, so I focused in on the email I was typing and not on the fact that they had gotten closer and stopped right in front of me. “That was… Quite the presentation.” My fingers stilled over the keys. I knew that voice. I raised my eyes, brow furrowed in surprise. “Mr. Barber?”

[quaintly-quiet-queer]

Barber surgeon Vespa

You know how in ye olden times surgeons were also barbers cause they had razors and a steady hand? 

Well I present to you, my barber Vespa head cannon:

It starts with Buddy, as all good things do

Vespa picked up some hairdresser skills back when her and Buddy first met because she a) wanted to give her girl all the most fabulous new dos and b) wanted an excuse to play with Buddy’s hair

And unsurprisingly, she got quite good at it over the years

Running her fingers through hair, snipping away with scissors, and coiling locks into elegant patterns has a certain soothing quality, and her world quiets down for few moments while she works

She loves weaving little flowers or pearls or strings of gold into Buddy’s hair until her lover looks even more dazzling that usual

Flash forward to the Carte Blanche and after a month on the ship, Buddy turns up to a family meeting with a stunning new style and the rest of the crew (mostly Rita) are a little baffled

When questioned, Vespa reluctantly admits the work is her doing (don’t get me wrong, she’s proud of the style and ecstatic that after all these years, Buddy is still willing to share this small intimacy with her, but she is not looking forward to teasing from Juno or Ransom)

So of course, after this magical newfound information, Rita starts begging Vespa to help her try out a new styles she saw in a magazines and on streams

After much pestering, and maybe a few bribes, Vespa finally gives in (and no, she won’t admit that the notion of working with different hair types is vaguely exciting)

And while Buddy’s styles are usually classic, elegant works reminiscent of old time stream stars, Rita is all about new pop hairdos that are surprisingly fun to master 

Next comes Juno

After being on the ship for so long, his hair is getting a little bushier than he’d like (a lady’s gotta look his best with his newfound self-respect)

One morning at breakfast Vespa is getting more and more irritated as he repeated runs his hand through his hair and sighs morosely

She finally snaps, angrily offering to trim his hair if it will get him to stop moping about the ship

And at first he balks at the suggestion and dismisses her out of hand cause no way is he letting her operate sharp blades around his head 

But after a couple more days of catching his reflection and scrunching his nose up in disdain, he finally breaks, sheepishly asking Vespa for help

While getting his hair cut, he is squirming and nit-picking that it feels like she’s cutting it too tight

Which leads to Vespa threatening to buzz his hair and both his eyebrows if he doesn’t shut up and stay still

After a finishing out the rest of the cut while Juno does his best imitation of a stone statue, he is actually amazed at how good the style looks when he checks in the mirror

He mumbles his gratitude and scurries away, but he keeps coming back to Vespa for trims going forward

Vespa never invites him to talk during their sessions, but the pair do seem to develop some sort of mutual understanding

Jet likes to keep his hair long, so no hair cuts for him

But when the group has some down time or Jet is quietly memorizing schematics by himself, Vespa will braid his hair, sometimes even weaving in colorful threads that he’ll keep in for days

Vespa and Jet find these quiet moments rather soothing, and sometimes the two will even exchange stories of old lives and times gone by

Lastly, we have Ransom

By this point, Vespa is doing the hair of everybody on the ship except for Peter

And his hair has gotten shaggy and unruly, always getting flicked out of his eyes with an annoyed huff

As a man perpetually on the run, he’s no stranger to growing his hair out for a disguise, but he’s quite particular and he really prefers it short and sleek

He’s got a mental list of a dozen hair dressers and barbershops scattered across the galaxy that are his favorites, and every time they’re near a planet on his list, he tries to tell Buddy he’ll just be dipping out for a few minutes to attend to “personal matters”

Seeing through his ploy, she always reminds him that their group is operating on too tight a schedule to dillydally with hair cuts on planet

Hence the shaggy hair 

Juno keeps teasing him every time Peter’s hair falls back in his face, offering to tie it back for him. Sadly, his hair is at the perfect awkward stage were hair ties are rendered entirely ineffective though

Because of Character Growth™ Juno recommends he ask Vespa to give him a quick cut, but Peter spouts some nonsense at to why he simply cannot allow Vespa to cut his hair and really if they could just stop at planet x for 20 minutes it would be fine, but alas no

After his annoying long hair distracts him enough to nearly cost them a mission, though, Buddy orders him to go to Vespa

Vespa, for her part, doesn’t really want to cut his hair either because being alone around him for any extended period of time puts her nerves on edge. For Buddy’s sake (and the sake of not getting the crew blown up), though, she doesn’t complain

When Ransom finally arrives for his hair cut, the session goes off without a hitch

The two are silent and uncomfortable, but Peter is actually shocked and a little in awe of Vespa’s skill when he sees her working up close

And afterwards, he thanks her politely and leaves without commenting on his hair 

While cleaning her scissors after the cut, she shivers, trying to release the pent up tension in her body and continuing to ignore the slew of voices which had been reminding her the whole time that YoudontknowthismanWhoisheWhatishedoingonthisship 

She comforts herself with the knowledge that she can run her hands through Buddy’s beautiful hair after she finishes cleaning up 

(I know this is a lot for a first post, so thank you for bearing with me! Maybe I’ll write a follow-up or a fic or something)

[pitaparka]

“I desperately need a haircut. Will you try to cut it for me? Please?” w billy

summary: billy’s hair gets a little too long for his liking. you decide to take it into your own hands. literally.

pairing: billy russo x reader

word count: 1.8k

a/n: that billy gif does somethin’ to me man...

Billy had been wearing a hat every day for a week. In the house. Not going anywhere.

It was driving you insane.

"Take that stupid thing off, Billy," you’d say to him. His hair had been abnormally soft since he hadn’t been gelling it for work lately, not that you could see it. It was a stupid thing to get mad about, but tensions had been running high in your apartment. After Billy moved in, it had been much easier to spend time with him, and you were grateful for that. But during this quarantine, you both had been a little on edge.

“It looks like shit. I need a haircut,” he’d say, running his fingers through it in front of the mirror in the morning. He still woke up at an ungodly hour for some reason. It’s not like he had to. All of his meetings happened after nine o’clock in the morning, but the smell of a fresh pot of coffee brewing wasn’t the worst thing in the world to wake up to. Either way, the hair thing was stressing him out.

“It’s embarrassing,” he said, grumbling in bed after a long day of zoom calls and meetings on the phone. It was incredibly inconvenient to be running a company during this time. Especially because the people he was in charge of did most of their work in person, manually laboring away on a typical schedule. Billy had been trying to work that out over the phone, face to face with his higher-ups who were also confined to their houses.

“Just cut it yourself, Billy,” you say, sitting at your desk, typing away at an assignment that was due later on in the week. You sigh and sit back in your chair, leaning back to recline your feet on your desk and put your hands behind your head.

“I don’t know how. I’ve never had to before. I’d fuck it up,” he says, running his hands over his face and letting out a loud yawn. 

“There are videos online?” you suggest. Billy’s ears perk up.

“I think I have clippers somewhere…” he muses. He sighs.

“I desperately need a haircut,” he says, pulling a lock of hair down over his face. He goes almost cross-eyed to look at it, and it comes down to about the tip of his nose.

“I know, Billy. You complaining about it isn’t going to make your hair shorter,” you clarify, and he huffs in frustration.

“Have you ever cut hair?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbow to take a good look at you. It was easy to see you in the soft light of the lamp on your desk. You let out a little laugh.

“No… Actually, yes, once. I think I was like five? My mom was not happy. I gave myself bangs.” You laugh at the story, but that’s only what you had been told. It’s not like you knew the first thing about cutting hair.

“Come on, I’m serious. Will you try to cut it for me? Please?” he asks, and you check your clock.

“Right now?” you ask, and you rub your arms softly.

“I have stuff that’s due,” you say to him. He just looks at you in response.

“You could do it tomorrow if you want,” he finally says, and you close your laptop.

“No, let’s just… let's get it done tonight. I don’t want you complaining if I give you a bad haircut though,” you say, planting your feet on the ground.

“I don’t want a whole cut, just a trim. Let me go find the clippers,” he says, getting out of bed. You resist the urge to slap his ass as he walks past you.

“You don’t get to be picky, Russo,” you mutter after he leaves the door slightly ajar behind him. You take the opportunity to look up some articles and videos about cutting hair.

Billy’s setup includes one chair he got from the dining room, an old towel from the closet, and his face trimmer from under the bathroom sink.

“Okay, do you know how he cuts it? Does he just hold it like this or does he like… run a comb through it?” you stand behind him like his barber would to demonstrate, holding sections of his hair.

“I don’t know, he just, cuts it…” Billy says, adjusting the towel around his shoulder.

“Wow Billy, that’s… such a wealth of information you just gave me.”

“I don’t have eyes on the back of my head! How am I supposed to know—”

“Okay, so you’re gonna get what you’re gonna get and you’re gonna be happy, okay?” you say, and you hear him chuckle and mutter, “Oh god…”

“I can’t blend the hairline with the clippers we have,” you say after he explains the settings. You clip his hair back to see the lines the barber left behind from his last cut. It hasn’t been so long that they’ve faded too much.

“That’s okay. We can do just, high and tight on the sides. No fades.”

“You can’t move.” You clarify, and he plays with the trimmer before handing it to you.

“I know. Thank you for doing this for me by the way,” he says. He can’t see himself in the mirror, so he just has to trust you.

“Mhmm,” you agree absentmindedly as you focus, bringing the trimmer to the back of his head. You go over one spot repeatedly, but the hair doesn’t look like it’s getting any shorter.

“What do you see back there?” Billy asks, obviously scared you’re going to make him bald.

“It’s like, barely even cutting anything,” you say. You pull the clippers away from his head. He shifts in his seat.

“Uh oh. Let me feel it?” He asks and touches the hair there.

“Nope,” he agrees and gets up from his chair. He looks at the attachments and fiddles with the trimmer for a bit before he figures out the attachments were wrong, and the one you were supposed to be using was on the counter, not on the buzzer.

You turn it on and put it back to his head, and it seems to work better.

“Is that any better?” Billy asks, almost reading your mind.

“Yeah, I think so,” you respond, taking slow, precise movements through his hair. You can feel the hair gather in little piles around your feet. You find yourself in a groove and it becomes a lot less scary when you’re not worried about having him end up with some god awful buzz cut. You hold his head steady, one hand cupping the side of his face.

“It looks, chunky,” you complain, and you can feel his face scrunch up a little bit.

“I don’t know if that’s what I want to hear,” he says, tilting his head back more when you press your fingers into his jaw and guide him slowly.

But after a little while, it all starts to come together and looks much more even. You turn off the trimmer and admire your work, which is pretty darn good if you do say so yourself.

Getting up from the chair, Billy admires himself closely in the mirror. He runs his fingers over the newly buzzed sides of his head.

“I mean, up close you can tell it’s not faded, but it looks like I got a fresh cut,” he says, sitting back down. You can’t help but feel a little pride over it.

“I can clean up the sides without the guard on, like the ears and stuff,” you say.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” he says, taking off the blade guard from the clippers.

He puts the trimmer back at your hand and now the metal gleams intimidatingly at you. It’s oddly intimate for the two of you. Something about having the blade so dangerously close to his skin was personal. Just the persistent buzz of the clippers and the stories coming from Billy about bad barbers. You can feel the goosebumps on his skin as you clean up the hair on the back of his neck. Then came the lines around his ears on both sides.

As you finished up, you offered him a mirror to see the back of it.

“If you want, I can round the edges a little more,” you offer.

“No, this is perfect. It looks great back there,” he says, moving the mirror from side to side, examining the back of his head. 

“Okay, I think we’re done!” he says, and you correct him.

“With the clippers.”

“Yes, with the clippers.” he agrees.

You wet his hair with a spray bottle newly filled with water you had retrieved from the closet, and with the smallest scissors you could find you take off little sections of hair from the top of his head. The reaction from Billy is physical, his shoulders standing a little taller, a little more confident in his new look. Some pieces of hair still cling to his t-shirt and shoulders, making him scratch at his neck.

“Hop in the shower quick and then I’ll blow dry it before you get into bed,” you tell him, and he listens, but not before he rudely kisses you, hands cupping the side of your face.

“Thank you,” he mumbles, before stripping off his clothes before he even turned the shower on. You leave the bathroom, face hot as you hear him turn it on. Maybe another day, you’d join him.

He comes out smelling good and looking fresh.

He pokes his head into the bedroom, his hair dripping wet onto the floor, with the need to tell you that he was done, not that you couldn’t hear the shower turn off all by yourself.

“Okay, I’m ready,” he says smiling, and there’s something childishly innocent about him getting excited about you blow-drying his hair.

The loud blow dryer made for little conversation to be had, but you were both fine with that. The heat on Billy’s skin made him tired, especially after the hot shower he had just taken. When his hair was sufficiently dry and you put away all of the tools from the night’s impromptu hair cutting session, Billy came up from behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, placing his head on your shoulder. You watched him in the mirror.

“Thank you for this. It feels so much better,” he says, planting a kiss to your shoulder. The one he plants gently on your neck makes you smile. You wrap your arms around him, holding them there, around your body.

“I didn’t mind,” you clarify, “I like how it came out.”

“Now I don’t feel like I have to wear that fuckin’ hat everywhere,” he says, and pulls away, making his way down the hall to the bedroom.

“Oh thank god,” you whisper under your breath, and follow him.

In bed, you stroke Billy’s newly cut hair. Under your fingers, he pulls you just a little bit closer to him, chest to chest under the warmth of your blankets. The darkness of the night filled the room, the only light streaming in from your window was that of the moon and the stars. You smile, but Billy is already fast asleep.

It really had gotten softer.