#long! haired! men!

[snidy]

context for this… grandpa desperately needs a haircut

[k-wame]

he was like the cutest thing ever bruv🥰

[sevrinve]

comfy casual firelord

[mellosdrawings]

Princess-hair Jamil is definitely one of the prettiest boys at school. I'm always happy when they give him new hairstyles on cards.

(Yes, that's Yuu. I try not to draw them too much but sometimes I just gotta)

[androgyknife]

[duckysprouts]

please read the books for my boy jaime lannister who speedran his character arc when he realized that 99 percent of his problems can be cured with buff girl tiddy

[lil-vibes]

some human(ish) narinder and lamb :3

[lesbiantism]

Ya know what shout out to butches who wrestle with our butchness because we don’t fit the mold in some way. Butches who aren’t physically strong or naturally caretaking because of physical disability, who need to be cared for, who can’t hold open the door for a femme. Butches with long hair, butches with big hair, butches who express their culture via their hair. Butches who’s masculinity is shaped by their culture, who’s masculinity doesn’t fit the white eurocentric mold. Fat butches, butches with curves viewed as feminine, butches who don’t have skinny, boyish builds. Butches who don’t want to be sexualized, butches on the ace spectrum. Butches who don’t have traditionally masculine interests or mannerisms or whatever. Effeminate butches. Butches who take inspo from gay men. Butches who like the occasional dress or skirt. TRANSFEM BUTCHES!!!!! And any other butches who don’t fit a certain mold!! All butches are good butches and we are all valid.

[wistfulpoltergeist]

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[steven-myself]

Dandelion Moon - Wilfred Wong by Baldovino Barani x FACTORY Fanzine

[blutyuyu]

a wife’s wooyoung’s duties

in which the only thing that can ease your tense shoulders after a long day at work is the comforting sight of your wif— i mean, uh, your boyfriend, cooking up his famous seaweed soup

pairing — clingy!bf!wooyoung x tired!reader

word count — about 1k

genre — fluff, suggestive at the very end (?)

details — long haired wooyoung (teehee), wooyoung being wooyoung (freaky and handsy), reader is kinda on autopilot but wooyoung helps them out of it, open ended closing but it’s implied they get freaky (!!!!)

a/n — not proofread but i hope you enjoy my first fic on here !!! lmk how i can improve and what i should write next, asks are open :3

it’s been a long day. longer than the recent shifts it seems, ever so present in your bleary eyes and slouched posture. while stumbling your way onto your floor of your apartment building, bright fluorescent lights do little to aid your blooming headache. a harsh blink manages to refresh your groggy mind as you trudge down the familiar worn down carpet of the hallway. your feet start to slow down in stride as the plain door of your apartment comes into view from down the hallway. a soft smile paints your features as relief inches closer by the second, a sweet release that you can find no judgement in: your home.

with a jingle of your keys and a swift twist of the wrist, your brows finally relax and you all but melt into the floor; exhaling all your pent up stress into the welcoming ambient lighting of your apartment, where a busied wooyoung yells to you over the slight commotion of the kitchen.

“babe? you home finally?” he leans away from the simmering pot in front of him, straining his ear to hear a response. when his call falls on deaf ears, he eyes the pot briefly before stepping away completely to find you lazily kicking your shoes off onto the welcome mat. he looks you up and down with a playful scoff, hands on his hips as you drop your weight onto the wooden floor with a hefty sigh. heavy eyes pry themselves open to silently greet the man before you, not being able to help but crack a smile at the familiar sight.

“hiii,” he all but coos at you, scooting closer to retrieve your work belongings and set them aside for you, “c’mon, dinners almost ready.” he smoothed a hand over your back, as if he was consoling an upset child. he knew better than to expect a response when a few seconds of back rubs later you hoisted yourself up from the floor and was essentially dragged into the kitchen, leaving any remaining thoughts of work at the door.

wooyoung barely managed to slow his stride as you both shuffled into the small tile-covered area. his calloused fingers brushed a stray hair from your face before pressing a soft kiss to your temple, the softest smile gracing his features before he gestured to the pot, “soup for dinner.” he seemed to find it funny, and you couldn’t deny him that, your faint smile growing into a wider one. he was always good at taking you away from your thoughts, very welcomed after such a suffocating day at work, the labor-induced strain slowly but surely loosening its grip from your shoulders.

wooyoung gave your face a once over, face scrunching into an understanding smile once he found that you weren’t particularly in a mood to talk right now. he was alright with that. “if you wanna sit at the table, dinners about to be ready n’ then I get to have you all to myself,” his words quieted into a whisper, dawning his usual playful smirk before pressing another peck to your lips. a soft giggle bubbled up from his chest, vibrating against your lips.

———

wooyoung let out a rather loud, satisfied groan, rubbing his stomach as he slouched back in his chair. “damn,” you softly chuckle from across the table, eyeing his now emptied bowl in front of him, “was it good?” he gave a content smile, slowly nodding, his face resembling a slice of freshly made bread.

rolling your eyes at his dramatics, you finished up the last of your bowl, almost subconsciously standing from the table and going to put both of your dishes into the sink. you turned on the sink, the cool water wetting your hands as it cascaded down to sweep up the left over debris from the soup. suddenly, warm arms wrapped around your front, followed by a firm chest against your back. you welcomed the embrace, but went on with your duties even as wooyoung nuzzled his defined nose into the back of your neck, your insistence to keep up with chores eliciting an impatient whine from the man behind you.

“yes?” you softly asked, suds of soap foaming in the sink, trailing up your hands. he answered with silence as he saw your hands still working to scrub the bowls, instead relying on his actions just this once. he turned the water back on, softly rinsing your hands and the bowls, almost impatiently setting the dishes into the drying rack before snatching up the nearest towel to pat down your hands. you watched him in curiosity, eyes honing in on the veins that deliciously decorated his forearms as they flexed, continuing to dry your hands.

only when your hands were rid of water did he speak, “sorry if you didn’t hear me earlier, but i was kinda looking forward to having you all to myself.” he scrunched up his face as if it was a question, tilting his head. your mouth opened, an equally sassy statement on the tip of your tongue but quickly stifled as wooyoung held a finger to your eager mouth, “dishes can wait, hell just let me do it, but you’ve had a long day, no?” his hands rested at your shoulders, massaging the tense muscle beneath his fingers. you fell speechless, slowly nodding in response, the sensation of his hands making you want to melt into his arms.

his features softened at the sight of yours. his sweet baby didn’t even know what well earned rest they continued to deprive themself of. every instance of this even when you were simply friends never sat well with him, and he was determined to be the one to remind you of your worth every time.

“i guarantee i’m better at hogging your time than some stupid chores.” his lips ghosted past your ear, a soft chuckle slipping from his mouth as his hands moved down to massage your sides. he could feel your need to let go, and here he was to catch you after he made you fall head over heels for him all over again.

a/n — YAYY first fic done !! ik this ending was kinda abrupt but lmk ur thoughts !! (pretty please) see u soon !!!!!

[neonjess]

My brujah Nero

[k-wame]

Harry Collett | Grumpy Magazine

[urfavsillydoll]

I love the fact that my hair are black and long 🪽🖤

[ohnoitsnoma]

ep1 doodle page

[androgyknife]

Jared Celma