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[joingroom]

[herespaaa]

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[lifestyleblogeruk]

The Evolution of Barber Shops: From Classic to Contemporary

The history of barber shops is a fascinating journey that reflects the changing trends, societal shifts, and the evolution of grooming preferences. From their classic roots to the modern, stylish establishments we see today in Cardiff city center and beyond, the transformation of barber shops has been a testament to adaptability and innovation.

Classic Roots: Tradition and Community The origins of barber shops can be traced back to ancient civilizations where barbers not only trimmed hair but also performed various medical and surgical procedures. In medieval Europe, barbers often doubled as surgeons and dentists, offering services beyond grooming. The iconic red, white, and blue barber pole symbolized their dual role, with red representing blood and blue representing veins.

Throughout history, barber shops have been more than mere places to get a haircut. They served as community hubs where men gathered to exchange news, share stories, and engage in discussions. The social element of these establishments played a significant role in shaping their identity.

Transition to Modernity: Skill and Style As societies evolved, so did the concept of grooming. Barber shops transformed from being community centers to centers of skilled craftsmanship. The rise of professional barbers led to an emphasis on specific grooming techniques, from precise haircuts to elaborate shaves.

The early 20th century saw the golden age of barbering, with classic haircuts like the pompadour and the slick back gaining popularity. The focus shifted to precision and style, and barbers became experts in creating these looks.

The Modern Barber Shop Experience In today's world, barber shops near me have undergone a renaissance. While the classic elements and ambiance are retained, modern barber shops offer an all-encompassing grooming experience. A trip to the barber is no longer just about a haircut – it's about relaxation, self-care, and style.

Contemporary barber shops in Cardiff city center and other locations boast a wide array of services. From traditional haircuts and shaves to beard grooming, facials, and hair styling, the modern barber shop caters to a diverse range of grooming needs.

Professionalism and Expertise A professional barber in Cardiff city center embodies a blend of traditional techniques and modern trends. The emphasis is on delivering exceptional service and creating an environment that fosters comfort and conversation. A professional men's hair stylist understands the nuances of grooming, keeping up with the latest trends and techniques to provide clients with the best possible experience.

Gents Hair in Cardiff City Centre: The Fusion of Classic and Modern Today's barber shops near me seamlessly blend classic barbering techniques with contemporary styles. The fusion caters to a diverse clientele – from individuals seeking timeless, classic cuts to those looking for edgier, modern hairstyles.

In conclusion, the evolution of barber shops from classic to contemporary is a journey that mirrors the evolution of society's preferences and ideals. While the essence of community and skill remains, modern barber shops in Cardiff city center and other locations have adapted to cater to the demands of a dynamic and diverse clientele. Whether you're searching for a professional barber, gents hair styling, or a comprehensive grooming experience, the barber shops of today offer a harmonious blend of tradition and innovation.

[skyahri]

Soul |Ryomen Sukuna X Reader| HC

Summary: Sukuna meets the reincarnation of the only person he's ever loved.

Warnings: Implications of sex? Female pronouns. Reincarnation. Fear and anxiety.

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"Rin..."

It came out like word vomit before Yuuji could even process what he was saying.

You looked at him, confused. Your name wasn't Rin and you'd never met this man before. Who did he think you were?

He slapped a hand over his mouth. Sukuna had forced his way to the surface just to ramble out a name? In all these years as his vessel, he'd never done something so trivial.

Sensing the flicker of cursed energy, Gojo, Megumi, and Nobara prepared themselves. It'd been a while since Sukuna had tried anything. Some sort of pact he'd formed with Yuuji kept him mostly content, although they weren't sure what it entailed.

It happened in the blink of an eye; Sukuna had taken over and stood directly in front of you, one hand flat on your chest and the other on your face.

"Rin... I could never forget the feel of your soul."

Your heartbeat fastened. An overwhelming feeling of fear fell onto you, rendering you unable to move.

What would you be able to do anyway? He's a God, and you had no abilities outside of actually seeing the damn things.

You had no idea what he was talking about. Your name isn't Rin and you'd never had any kind of encounter with either men until just now.

Megumi tried to move forward, but Gojo stuck an arm out in front of him. Something was off about the way Sukuna was acting, and he didn't think it was threatening.

It would be best to see how this played out instead of possibly starting a war that was never meant to begin in the first place.

"What are you doing? We can't let her-"

"Hold on."

They watched as Sukuna looked you up and down, inspecting your robes, hair, and face with a certain softness. His face was still hard and his movements still confident, but there was just that feeling.

"You look so different, but thats to be expected. Are you fairing well?"

You swallowed hard. His delicate touch did nothing to soothe your nerves. If anything, it only confused you more. He was tucking your hair behind your ear, giving you some sort of smile, and yet you feared he was going to rip your heart right out of your body.

"Um..."

Really, how were you supposed to respond? What sort of answer was he expecting? What were the consequences if you were to answer incorrectly?

Were you meant to comment on how you supposedly looked different? Was it your features? Your clothes? Your haircut?

"I'm scared."

Sukuna paused. You were horrified to have answered wrong, and now you could only hope he wouldn't kill you.

But he did something unexpected; he laughed. A thick, hardy chuckle that made your blood run cold.

Was this the end? How pitiful. Slain on a random Tuesday afternoon all because you wanted to meet up with an old friend. That's not a proper death.

"A thousand years and countless reincarnations, yet you still know how to make me laugh."

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to your forehead. You only had a moment to panic before a lifetime of memories filled your mind.

You remember the time before modern civilization when you relied on hunting in the woods and crops from the neighbor's farm.

You remembered your parents, siblings, friends, and other villagers. You remember your home on the outskirts of town just against the forest line.

But most importantly, you remember Sukuna.

You remember meeting him as a human, and then several years later as a curse. You faced off against him, and although you couldn't beat him in the end, you'd come close enough to earn his respect.

He stood above you, two arms crossed, one on his hip, and the other outstretched to offer you a hand up.

Who were you to refuse such a gesture from the king of curses?

He allowed you to join his temple alongside other followers of his with the condition you devoted yourself to him entirely. The offer was presented as a choice, but the alternative was death, so any reservations you had were null.

You wanted to go with him anyway, but that's beside the point.

From the very beginning of your journey with him, it was made clear to everyone that you were 'special' and not to be bothered.

This fact didn't hold up too well with some of the others, but what were they to do about it? Argue with Sukuna? Tell him they were more deserving of his attention? How pathetic.

He allowed you privileges that would only ever be known to you, like dining with him or joining him on trips. These small pleasantries became grand ones, like sharing his bed and allowing him to claim you.

Your relationship was equal from then on. You were not just a follower of his anymore. He was just as devoted to you as you are to him, and he ensured you knew it.

He'd always make sure to tell you how special you were, that he was taking his time with you and granting you pleasure. How you were his favorite, and no one else could even compare. How others had not been so lucky in the past.

He'd escort you to and from the hot springs, have humans bring you flowers and jewelry, and allow you to see the most vulnerable aspects of him.

He promised his love for you would never die, and here he is a millennia later proving true to his words.

Once the unrelenting onslaught of memories subsided, your hands met his- one still on your chest feeling your heartbeat, and the other slid partway into your hair- and all you could do was appreciate his presence.

You stared up at him. His face was different, but that intense look in his eyes was all the proof you needed that he was still the same man from all those years ago.

Tears beaded up in your eyes and quickly dripped down your cheeks. Crying had never been your thing in the past, but you didn't care to stuff the feelings down. Such a reunion was an occasion enough.

"My love," you whispered.

He leaned his forehead down to meet yours.

"My Queen."

[queermasculine]

Maybe a stupid question but one I've asked myself, what's the difference in between a butch and a masc for you ? Is there one ?

not a stupid question! "butch" is an older word with more meanings across time. to straight people it's been a military style haircut, a male name (still a few old guys named butch in the US), and a fairly uncomplicated synonym for masculine. to lesbians, bisexuals and gay men, it's been all of the above, but it's also had a whole host of other connotations specific to us and our own ways of loving/performing masculinity. a lot of the different meanings of butch have faded or fallen out of fashion over the years, but the word has more or less kept its purpose among lesbians, giving it the lesbian tint it has today.

"masc" is a much newer term, and unlike butch, i don't believe it's ever been widely used by the straight mainstream. (not a lot of grandpas named masc out there.) it's my impression that masc first spread out from gay guys on grindr, or at least that played a big part in popularizing it, and it's been used pretty much exclusively in an lgbt context ever since. in that sense it's the word with the more explicitly queer origin, despite having a much shorter history. having risen to popularity in the age of social media, masc carries none of the historical baggage of butch, and as such it's a more open-ended term, implying very little about a person beyond their masculinity. you can see this difference exemplified in google search results: while looking up butch will primarily yield information about the word's significance to lesbians, masc will net you more neutral descriptions, like "a person whose gender identity is masculine, but who is not necessarily a man."

despite all that, masc and butch usually serve the same function (to express the masculinity of the subject) and are used pretty much interchangeably in many contexts. also worth noting is that the lesbian association of butch is not a rule, just an observation i've made about modern perceptions. bisexual women have always used butch (and femme) alongside lesbians, and to this day you'll still encounter gay men – usually older – who identify as butch. so in conclusion, if you're trying to pick what label to use for yourself, i wouldn't worry about it too much. both terms have room enough for you in them.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I just imagine fem!Silver trying to chop her hair off Mulan style so she can attend NRC with Lilia and Malleus then cut to next scene where Lilia is giving her a proper haircut cuz the cut ended up too choppy and uneven.

[Referencing this post!]

OKAY, LET’S BE HONEST WITH OURSELVES HERE… Would Lilia giving anyone a haircut really make it look better than it was before 😭 (Lilia canonically cuts his own hair, Silver’s, AND sometimes Malleus’s, according to Malleus dialogue from Glorious Masquerade. And… well, look at how their hair looks… especially Lilia’s!!)

Fun fact, the cutting of one’s hair is actually not historically accurate! The west associates long hair with femininity and short hair with masculinity, but in the period of time in which Mulan takes place, both Chinese men and women wore their hair long. This is because there was a Confucian belief that one’s body was a gift from the parents and that gift should not be damaged. (TWST of course takes place in the modern era and in a non-China adjacent part of their world, so I doubt this logic would also apply.)

It doesn’t seem like people at NRC are bothered too much by long hair? At the very least, I don’t think having long hair would be any more conspicuous or female-presenting than a male student with long hair. (I mean, look at Leona, Jamil, Vil, Idia, and even Malleus himself www) Maybe fem!Silver could just waltz in with hair as long as the Dawn Knight and no one would be the wiser 😂

For a physically capable warrior… I imagine it’s more practically to have short hair?? So perhaps Silver could cut it? Or at least tie it up into a bun to minimize the chance of snagging. It’s still neat to imagine fem!Silver cutting her hair with a sword though… The imagery is just so cool!

[oscarpiastriwdc]

albums i would play for each driver on the 2024 F1 grid to expand their music taste

Max Verstappen: Graceland by Paul Simon - As a fan of classic and folk rock, I'd imagine Max has been exposed to Simon and Garfunkel and I think he'd enjoy the sprawling, detailed, careful expanse of Simon's solo masterpiece. Angels in the architecture spinning in infinity, etc etc

Checo Perez: Ramomex by Rebel'd Punk - One of the Mexican bands who pioneered punk music in the country, but Checo probably missed this release because he was too busy karting and moving to europe as a teen. It's never too late to have a proper angry punk phase, though.

Charles Leclerc: Ten Love Songs by Susanne Sundfør - Groundbreaking, life-altering pop music that pushes every boundary. This hits the sad songs craving and I think would interest him as a musician and burgeoning songwriter.

Carlos Sainz: Ultraviolence by Lana Del Rey - daddy issues. I just know he'd vibe out to Brooklyn Baby.

Lando Norris: Destiny by DJ Sabrina the Teenage DJ - I dream of sitting him down and exposing him to actually good, interesting, fun contemporary dj music.

Oscar Piastri: Speaking in Tongues by Talking Heads - He has that certain David Byrne swag and demeanor of someone who'd love the Talking Heads if only given the chance.

Fernando Alonso: 10,000 gecs by 100 gecs - At first the old man would be extremely confused but once he was on board he would be blasting The Most Wanted Person In The United States all day every day.

Lance Stroll: Talon of the Hawk by The Front Bottoms - that post that's like the problem is men are making podcasts instead of forming midwest emo bands. but it's men are becoming f1 drivers instead of forming midwest emo bands. I think some TFB exposure could be the spark of inspiration for a great career pivot.

Lewis Hamilton: Maps by billy woods and Kenny Segal - I fear Lewis might have been too worried about Merc's performance last year to have checked out this fantastic collaboration that was one of 2023's best albums.

George Russell: Contra by Vampire Weekend - I just saw Vampire Weekend live following the release of the new album and at the show there was a guy a few feet ahead of me in the merch line who had the exact same energy as GR. The mix of prep vibes and world music would work into his taste while expanding his listening beyond coldplay.

Yuki Tsunoda: GLOW ON by Turnstile - 100% a selfish pick, I want to mosh with Yuki in the pit of a Turnstile pit.

Daniel Ricciardo: The Panhandlers by The Panhandlers - A country supergroup I return to time and again, wistful and nostalgic, making you yearn for West Texas no matter where in the world you are.

Alex Albon: Pelican West by Haircut 100 - Funky British jazz pop, perfect for dancing and vibing.

Logan Sargeant: Crying, Laughing, Waving, Smiling by Slaughter Beach, Dog - I fear Logie might be too young or too norm core to have had a proper Modern Baseball phase (it's never too late logie! listen to Intersection!) but Ewald's 2023 offering seems like something he missed last year that's perfectly up his alley.

Valtteri Bottas: Merriweather Post Pavillion by Animal Collective - Weird and complex, I think he should throw it on while on a long bike ride and let his mullet fly in the breeze.

Zhou Guanyu: God Save the Animals by Alex G - no you don't understand i need him to listen to Alex G he would love it

Kevin Magnussen: Heaven or Las Vegas by Cocteau Twins - Ethereal music he can feel and let wash over him in a wave to relax and transcend the horrors of driving for Haas.

Nico Hulkenberg: Supernatural by Santana - dad music but make it funky and good

Pierre Gasly: Sex Dreams and Denim Jeans by Uffie - A perfect twist on early 2000s French electronic music, I think it'd remind him of the club while sounding entirely new and make him want to pick up a side dj gig of his own.

Esteban Ocon: Lescop by Lescop - French indie pop-rock! His most recent album is fantastic, but Este should check out Lescop's 2013 debut first.

following a conversation with @liamlawsonlesbian and her definitive book rec list i'm doing something similar for music (she bullied me into posting this sorry). large range in popularity/mainstream-ness of artists depending on the driver and what i think they're already listening to.

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Officer

Note: I have no idea what happened here... (proof readed, but am still exhausted from last weekend, so excuse any errors left)

Warnings: fluff/angst/smut 18+!!! Dom/sub vibes.

pairing: modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You met a bunch of cops during your first day at your new job.

wordcount: 3,7k

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'You're closing alone tonight, aren't you?'

'Go on then, they don't bite,' Hild laughed and cocked her head towards the table of impressive looking men you had been staring at for minutes already.

Right now, everything was new to you. The line of work you were in and the way Hild, your boss, treated you with respect and kindness; this was your first day at work in the pub downtown, and you had been nervous already but it got worse when you realised the good looking group of guys were regular customers, and they were policemen, as they were all dressed in their dark uniforms. Hild nudged your shoulder in an attempt to make you go over to the cops who had ordered their drinks only moments ago at the bar. The loud laughter from the table made you smile, as the men seemed to enjoy themselves, and what's a better view than a bunch of handsome, muscular guys smiling and bickering amongst each other? But it also made you nervous, because you wanted to make a good impression. You took a deep breath and walked over to their table, and the men became quiet when they noticed you.

'Your drinks,' you said shyly as you placed the serving tray on the table.

'Aye,' the Irish man smiled, 'three ales and one glass of coco for the baby cop,' he grinned and pointed at the blond haired guy who sat across from him.

The Irish man had dark, short hair and a good beard, and the blond guy was looking much younger than the rest of the men and looked shy.

'Finan's just messing with you,' another man said when he saw your slight panic. He had long hair, half tied up in a bun and the sides were shaved. He spoke with an accent you couldn't quite place, and he smiled, 'We all ordered ale, lady.'

'Oh,' you chuckled, relieved, and handed Finan his ale.

'And Uhtred likes to ruin jokes,' Finan sneered at the man with the unrecognisable accent, who took his glass out of your hands when you reached out.

You tried to hide your smile as you handed the young, shy cop his drink, whose cheeks had reddened by now.

'Osferth here is still a virgin,' Finan grinned as Osferth took his ale from you, and he slapped the boy on his shoulder.

'I'm not,' the blond cop rolled his eyes and looked down at the table.

You chuckled and handed the last glass to the quiet man beside you, who was already looking up at you with a sweet, sly smile when you looked at him. He was handsome and had a few scars on his face. His eyes were two different colours, one light and one dark, and his head was completely shaved at one side whereas on the other side he had dark curls. His eyes and haircut resembled the two vibes he gave off as you looked at him; sweet and devilish.

'Sihtric, stop staring,' Uhtred remarked, and he grinned at the stunning man you still locked eyes with.

'Your Sihtric,' you said, and immediately froze, 'Uh, I- I mean, y- your drink, S-Sihtric,' you stammered as you handed the man his drink and you turned on your heels immediately.

Sihtric smiled at your flustered behaviour as he licked his lips. And he couldn't help but turn and check you out when you walked away as fast as you could. You almost tripped as you made haste back to the bar, where you hid behind Hild and turned your back towards the men who were already joking around again. Except for Sihtric, who still had his eyes on you.

'What happened?' Hild asked when she saw your flustered face, and she looked at the men.

'Nothing,' you mumbled, 'just made a fool out of myself and I'm sure they think I'm an idiot.'

'Are you sure about that?' Hild furrowed her brow and looked back at you with a smile, 'because the Dane can't stop looking at you,' she said and walked away.

'The Dane?' you frowned and glanced over your shoulder, only to find Sihtric looking back at you over his shoulder. He flashed you a half smile, raised his glass slightly before he took a sip, and then he winked.

You tried your best to continue your new job, but you constantly felt Sihtric's eyes on you, and you also couldn't keep your eyes off him, no matter how hard you tried. Every few minutes your eyes wandered back to the handsome Dane, and you looked away as fast as you could whenever you met his eyes. And just when you felt a little less flustered again as you were cleaning up at the bar with your back turned to the room, you were startled when you heard someone clear their throat behind you.

'Miss?' a warm, low voice sounded.

You turned around and stared right into Sihtric's mismatched eyes.

'Y-yes?'

'You forgot this,' Sihtric held up the serving tray you had left on their table almost an hour ago, and he put it on the bar, shoving it towards you.

'Oh, thank you,' you felt your cheeks heat up and quickly grabbed the tray.

'You're welcome, lady,' Sihtric smiled and sat down on the barstool in front of him, and he leaned in on the bar towards you, 'you're new here,' he remarked.

'I am.'

'Mhm,' he hummed and stroked his goatee, 'where are you from?'

'I've lived in this town my entire life,' you shrugged.

'Really?' Sihtric smiled playfully as he mindlessly toyed with a few rings he wore around his tattooed fingers, 'how come I've never seen you before?'

'I don't know,' you chuckled, 'guess I just never had to call the cops.'

Sihtric laughed softly and wetted his lips while he looked at you.

'Hm. So you've been a good girl,' he said, his smooth voice and choice of words made your heart skip a beat.

'I- I guess so,' you blushed and awkwardly tried to find a spot to put the serving tray at, as you still held it in your hands.

Sihtric watched you fumble around and it clearly amused him, being very well aware he made you feel flustered and nervous.

'So… what's a good and pretty girl like you doing in a pub like this then?' 

'Career switch,' you said and leaned on the bar, trying your hardest to look confident, 'I got tired of working in an office all day, and Hild is a family friend, so I landed this job easy.'

'Fair enough,' Sihtric said. He leaned in towards you, and looked you up and down quickly before he gave you another cheeky smile, 'so, will you be a good girl for me and pour me another drink then?'

The policemen came in for a drink every day, and the tension between you and Sihtric was always electrifying. No one mentioned it, but everyone was aware of it. His eyes always lingered on you, and you leaned in just that little closer to him when you brought the guys their drinks. The guys always drank a glass of ale, and then switched to fizzy drinks and some snacks to enjoy as they chatted, but they never became drunk as they knew all too well to not drink and drive. And every evening when Sihtric came up to you on his own to order another drink, he leaned on the bar and said the same words with the same sly smile;

'How's my good girl doing tonight?'

And every night it made you giggle softly and blush without fail. You had been serving them for several days in a row when Hild told you that you had to close off the pub on your own tonight. She had an urgent matter to take care of and trusted you to run the place while she was out. You knew you could do it, and it was a rather quiet evening as it was a thursday, but were nervous regardless. And things got worse when the piece of shit of an ex boyfriend suddenly showed up at the pub, a few hours before closing.

You tried to talk him into just leaving quietly, but he wasn't having any of it and started to cuss you out as he leaned in over the bar. The table of cops noticed the slight commotion when you walked up to him to shove him out the door, and they saw how your ex grabbed your wrist forcefully. The men all jumped up, and Uhtred grabbed the guy's shoulder and squeezed it harshly, upon which you could free yourself from your ex's grip. Finan and Osferth stood back as they watched Uhtred towering over your ex, while Sihtric was fast to get in between you two. Your ex quickly became aggressive as Uhtred told him to leave, and he started to curse at you again as well as trying to swing a fist at you, but Sihtric shielded you by shoving you behind his back and he gave your ex a harsh shove.

'I'm giving you a choice right now,' Sihtric said firmly as the deranged guy stumbled backwards, 'you either walk out on your own right now, or I'll make sure you won't ever be able to walk on your own again.'

You heard Uhtred and your ex argue vaguely as you tried to process everything, and you tried to peek out from behind Sihtric, but he turned towards you before you could move. He circled his arm around your waist while he towered over you, and your ex was shoved out by the three remaining cops while you stared up into the Dane's eyes.

'Are you okay?' Sihtric asked, his face was so close you smelled the ale on his lips.

'Yeah,' you lied and feigned a smile.

Sihtric watched you carefully for a moment and then pulled you closer.

'No, you're not,' he said softly, 'you're trembling, sweetheart. Come here,' he wrapped both his strong arms around you, and you buried your face in his chest as he held you close for a short while.

'Did you know him?' he eventually asked.

'Yeah,' you swallowed hard, 'he's my… my ex.'

Sihtric leaned back slightly and took your arm, gently tracing his warm fingers over your skin where your ex had grabbed you moments before.

'Did he hurt you?'

'It's fine,' you pulled your arm back and looked down at your feet.

'Is it?' Sihtric lifted your chin with his fingers, 'is it really fine?'

You shrugged lightly and couldn't help resting your hands upon the cop's broad chest as he leaned in again.

'You're closing alone tonight, aren't you?' he asked, having noticed Hild left hours ago already.

You nodded and Sihtric sighed, then raked his fingers through his hair. He looked over his shoulder, seeing his colleagues walk back in and signalling that your ex had been taken care of, and they went back to their table to finish their drinks.

'Do you want us to stay until closing?' Sihtric asked you.

'Oh, n-no,' you said, 'please, it's… it's fine. Thank you,' you smiled weakly and tried to step away, but Sihtric trailed his fingers down your arm and gently took your hand. 

'Sweetheart,' he said, and you stopped breathing when you stared up at him, and his eyes trailed down to your lips before he looked back into your eyes again, 'do you want me to stay?'

About half an hour before closing time, Uhtred, Finan and Osferth got up to leave. They wished you a good night in passing while Sihtric stayed behind at the table. You greeted the men and changed the open sign to closed while a handful of other regulars finished their drinks quickly. They all paid and told you they'd see you tomorrow, to which you chuckled. You closed the door behind the last man who left and you locked it. 

Sihtric eyed you up and he finished his drink while you started to quickly clean the tables. You carried the empty glasses and plates over to the bar, and Sihtric followed you with his eyes before he got up to bring you his empty glass.

'Is this seat taken?' he smiled and pointed at the empty barstool right in front of you.

'I'm not sure,' you chuckled, 'it's rather busy here right now…'

'I see,' Sihtric played along and sat down, 'guess I'll have to try my luck then.'

You smiled, took his empty glass and placed it in the dishwasher with the other dirty dishes.

'All jokes aside, sweetheart,' Sihtric then said, 'can I help you with anything here, darling?'

You looked at him and smiled shyly, 'Well,' you snorted, 'actually…'

'Spill it, sweetheart,' Sihtric rolled his eyes and smiled as you hesitated.

'So, these empty crates need to be brought to the basement,' you explained, 'but it's kinda… creepy down there.'

'Creepy?' Sihtric frowned, 'how?'

'Yeah, you know, it's all old and dark and the lights don't work well. No one likes to go there.'

Sihtric looked at you and then chuckled as he got up.

'Fine, show me the way and I'll take care of it.'

You handed Sihtric a few empty crates and walked him to the door that led to the basement. You opened the door and Sihtric stared down at a dimly lit staircase, then he grinned and looked at you for a second.

'Very creepy,' he taunted.

'Be careful,' you said as he walked down into the basement, and Sihtric chuckled in reply.

You waited at the top of the stairs, and when Sihtric didn't reappear as fast as you wanted, you leaned in slightly to listen for any sounds, but it was quiet.

'Sihtric?' you called down the basement.

Nothing. You took a step down and listened again.

'Sihtric?' you said a little louder and felt spooked when there was no reply, just the flickering of the dim light.

Then suddenly you heard Sihtric let out a yelp and you heard the empty crates being dropped on the floor.

'Sihtric!' you yelled, panicked, and almost ran down the stairs, but then he appeared again with a grin on his face.

'God!' you huffed, relieved and slightly mad, while Sihtric laughed as he climbed up the stairs and followed you closely back to the bar.

'Aw,' he chuckled in your ear as he snuck up behind you, 'you were worried about me.'

'I was not,' you turned to him.

'Yes, you were,' Sihtric smiled and circled his arm around your waist.

'No, I wasn't. You're stupid,' you chuckled and stared up into his eyes as he pulled your body against his.

'Am I?' he said softly.

'You are,' you nodded while Sihtric leaned in.

'Yeah? Hm,' he hummed as he smiled, and brushed his lips lightly against yours.

'Yeah,' you whispered, and your breath hitched in your throat when Sihtric slowly flicked his tongue against your lower lip.

He chuckled lightly, and then captured you in a soft, firm kiss. He kept his arm around you, his hand resting on the small of your back while his other hand settled on your neck, keeping you close.

'Yeah,' Sihtric whispered in between kisses, 'come on,' he sighed and kissed you again.

He slowly pushed you back behind the bar, where he trapped you between the old, wooden cabinets and his muscular body.

'Give me a little more, darling,' Sihtric whispered against your lips and smiled.

You moved your hands up to his neck, and slowly unbuttoned his black uniform as you kissed him, and you sucked his lower lip gently as you pulled away.

'Yeah, that's it, sweetheart,' Sihtric husked, and he grabbed your waist firmly while one hand moved up into your hair, and he parted your lips along with his as he kissed you passionately.

You continued to unbutton his black shirt while your tongues were deep into each other's mouth. Sharp gasps and soft moans filled the empty pub, and you both felt the sexual tension thicken quickly until it was unbearable, but was disturbed when your phone buzzed several times. You broke the kiss to read the texts you received, and you chuckled.

Hild: hey

Hild: I'm not spying on you

Hild: but I took a quick look at the camera because I know you're closing alone

Hild: and then I saw you're not alone

Hild: just don't have sex in the pub, please…

Sihtric laughed softly when you showed him the texts, and he looked up into the camera that was right above you. He smiled directly in the lens before he switched it off, and brought his eyes back on you again. You pulled his lips back to yours, and he took your phone out of your hand as you kissed him with a new kind of hunger. You finally ripped open his police blouse and stared at his muscular torso with heavy lidded, lustful eyes.

'Your boss said to not fuck here,' Sihtric chuckled and grazed your ear with his teeth while you ran your hands over his warm chest.

'Or what?' you asked innocently.

'I thought you were a good girl,' he murmured against your lips as he unbuttoned your jeans.

'Maybe you thought wrong,' you breathed and unclasped his black, leather belt.

'Oh, yeah?' Sihtric rasped and pulled your jeans down, 'or did you maybe lie to me about being a good girl?'

'What if I did?' you asked, and cupped his arousal through his uniform jeans.

'Well,' he hummed and groaned softly, 'lying to a police officer is considered a crime.'

'Then maybe you should arrest me,' you batted your eyelashes, 'officer.'

'Yeah, you'd like that won't you?' Sihtric said as he pushed you up on one of the cabinets behind the bar, and he spread your legs with his knee, 'you want me to handcuff you, hm?' he chuckled and reached for the metal cuffs attached to his belt.

You giggled in reply, and before you could even blink, Sihtric had your wrist cuffed and he gave you a cocky smile.

'Are you a good girl?' he whispered and slid his hand down your panties.

'No comment,' you said as you tensed up slightly.

'No comment?' Sihtric chuckled and slowly teased your wet folds while he cuffed your hand to a metal bar above you, 'I'll ask you again,' he said, and pushed two fingers inside you, 'are you a good girl?'

'Fuck,' you moaned at the feeling of his warm fingers inside you, and you tried to grab onto his open shirt with your free hand, but Sihtric stopped you and pinned your arm behind your back.

'Don't make me ask again, sweetheart,' he licked his lips slowly as he fucked you faster with his fingers.

'I… I- ah, god,' you moaned and threw your head back upon the feeling.

'So you're not a good girl?' Sihtric said and clenched his jaw, 'do you have any idea what I do to bad girls?'

You smiled with half open eyes and shook your head, biting down another moan.

'No?' Sihtric teased, and added another digit inside you, 'well, at least you're taking it like a good girl,' he chuckled, 'but I'll have to fuck you into a good girl again. You know how that works?'

You could barely speak, or even think as the cop smiled at you with his devilish smile while he thrusted his fingers in and out of you.

'I'll tell you how it works,' he said and brought his lips to your ear, and whispered, 'I won't stop until you cum on my fingers first,' he paused as you let out a heavy moan, 'and when you finally do, which,' he chuckled, 'won't take long, because I know you were already so… fucking…. wet for me as soon as you saw me walk in here tonight. Ain't that right, sweetheart?'

'Y-yes,' you moaned, and squirmed in his grip.

'Yes, officer,' Sihtric ordered.

'Yes, o-officer,' you squealed.

'That's it, good girl,' Sihtric smacked his lips and smiled, 'and after you cum, I'll taste you on my fingers, and you'll watch as I do so,' he said, 'and then you'll open that pretty mouth of yours, like a good girl, so I can spit in your mouth. And you will swallow it, why?'

'Because… I… I,' you breathed, 'I'm a g-good girl, officer.'

'Exactly,' he said, 'and after that I'll take that cuff off that metal bar,' he looked up above you, then back into your eyes as he continued to finger you, 'and I'll handcuff both your hands behind your back, and you will get down on your knees for me and let me fuck your pretty face until I cum on your tongue. Why?'

'F-fuck,' you moaned, 'please, I'm-'

'No,' Sihtric said sternly, and tightened his grip on your arm behind your back, 'you won't finish until I say so. Answer my question, darling. Why?'

'Because I'm a good girl, officer,' you cried out with ragged breaths.

'Exactly,' he chuckled, 'and you will take it like a good girl. And after I fucked that pretty face of yours, I'll sit you up on a table, your hands still cuffed behind your back, and I will eat your pussy until you scream out my name. And I will make you cum over and over again, just with my lips and tongue, sweetheart, until you beg for my cock. And then I will bend you over and fuck you so hard, so deep and so… fucking… good,' he breathed, 'that you'll still feel me inside you by this time tomorrow. And you'll be sore, probably,' he shrugged, 'but I know you'll be squeezing your thighs together all day tomorrow when you think of me, and you'll probably even consider to sneak off during your shift to get off on your own, knowing I'm just sitting right over there at my usual table, with a hard, leaking cock,' he chuckled as you began to mumble and beg, 'and you will ask me to to stay until closing time. And then I'll take you home with me, where I will fuck you so good again and again and again, until you confess you're in love with me. Why?'

'B-because… I'm… a… g-good girl, officer,' you murmured.

'That's right,' Sihtric smiled and pecked your lips, 'because you're such a good girl. My good girl,' he whispered, 'now cum for me, sweetheart.'

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[horrorvillaintourney]

HORROR'S NEXT TOP GENDER, ROUND THREE MATCH NINE: Amanda Young (Saw) vs. Adam/The Monster (Frankenstein)

PROPAGANDA FOR AMANDA:

"my girlboything with horrible haircuts, patron saint of merciless forgiveness, she's my boyfriend and my wife and her voice makes me see angels. she's butchfemme ("what, both at once?" yes.) and hates men. she's killed at least three cops."

"She's so very trans girl coded imo. she also managed to pull off that dubious haircut in saw X, and that alone is a powerful feat of gender. I get gender envy from her and I'm not even remotely a girl thats how gender she is"

PROPAGANDA FOR ADAM:

"Isn't their whole story about being brought into this world anew, fully formed, and then near immediately scorned by his creator because of one minute detail within, that he couldn't change? Isn't there something to be said about having to go out into the wilderness, only because of the consequences of your birth? I mean, i could go on about the inherent transgenderism of making a body in the first place but DAMN there is something to be said about the OG "making a body" story."

"While Frankenstein uses male pronouns for the creature, viewing the creature as a reflection of himself, the creature does not and the authors note from mary shelley refers to the creature with it/its. In addition, the creature is repeatedly paralleled with the female characters. Justine and the creature share similar experiences of having a same-sex creator who rejects them, neglects them, and insults them, but while Justine is able to find a home and recover the creature never is. They’re additionally tied together through Justine being blamed for William’s murder despite the creature being the real killer. Then later, the creature parallels itself to Safie. We call it the creature because that’s how it refers to itself, and while he refers to other people as “humans” to place distance between it and them, it takes a special liking to Safie and refers to it as a “creature” aswell. It takes this fascination to mean its attracted to women and should have a female companion and while that may be true i think theres a level of identification through the other it doesnt realize. Also something something base theme of the creature wants love and acceptance but cant get it because its society and creator are intolerant of it and view it as being agaisnt both nature and god. [...] TLDR I think if you brought Frankensteins monster into modern day it would choose to be some flavor of transfem or demigirl because it naturally relates to women while its masculine identity was forced upon it by its creator"

[maliciousalice]

@thresholdbb omg tumblr ate your ask but thankyou for asking!!!!

👕Character whose fashion you like.

Phoar! Startrek really isn't a show I associate with being fashionable. It's very camp isn't it? In theory a lot of the wardrobe is really cool and they wanted to gain that retro-future aesthetic. Did it work? I'm not sure. However it does make a statement. The Startrek aesthetic is really recognizable and that's important! I think that's where modern trek kind of looses the plot. It's not as careful about the unique visual design as a whole anymore and as a result it doesn't settle in our minds. Is it bad artistry? No but it's not as stringent. What I mean by that is older trek cared about nuance. For example every haircut was done the same way on men, or suits were tailored in a way to look sleek but practical (they weren't). Gaudy patterns were important to denote things like status. It looks ugly on the outside but when you're watching the show it envelops you and makes you feel welcomed into the universe.

I digress.

To answer this, the most fashionable character, hands down, is Quark! That mfer always looks good, and has the finest drip in the galaxy. Love that.

🥲 ST moment that makes you cry.

There are two moments that make me particularly sad. Kate's acting in the climax of Resistance is incredible. I read somewhere she had a special-wink-wink- relationship with the Director in the early seasons and she was being tested by this episode in some regard. I think it paid off. I treasure any time her captain-hood is removed, and the extreme vulnerability of Janeway is on display-MWAH MWAH poignant. This episode is beautifully intimate, particularly this scene. It's overall gorgeous and unique in how she whispers to him, as if there is nothing more important than to secure his peace of mind as he dies, and it's heart rending when it ends with her just crouching there, emotionally alone. I love how Janeway is forced into the father-daughter dynamic between her and Caylem, one that she would ordinarily resist (heh themes) because I think it inherently weakens her status. The back and forth throughout the episode of them taking care of each other's welfare is so it's terribly sad when it's torn down and we discover the truth behind Caylem's family. If you've dug around her character you know that her Admiral-Father has had impact on her life. She's haunted by him in both a figurative way by being a Captain, and literal sense later on in Coda. Much like Caylem, she looses her father in a violent manner that she has to carry around while she forges ahead. It also reflects well on Kate's relationship with her actual father, she recently revealed that she was never able to get him on her page, but in spite that she adore him with all her might. So a scene like this is really revealing-I believe she was able to draw upon those feelings and that's kinda neat to be so raw as an actor. SIGH.

This one just straight up made me cry fr because Prodigy s1 is a really mature, well done piece of (Startrek) media. Holo Janeway has an irony about it where in the end she is program designed to be a teacher, and she didn't expect to develop a strong bond with the crew. Her final moments are of displaying a huge amount of selflessness and courage to help the kids get out of trouble, similarly to how Janeway would approach dire circumstances. The music swelling and the ship activating is just OOOOF!!! I love how it parallels Dal's initiation of the first Protojump in a Moral Star. By that means It suggests how proud she is to get to do this for them. As a character she is really interesting to think about, in a way I can't entirely articulate. A lot of her moments are quite sad in general, she has to keep an active role so she isn't ignored, and help where help is needed, but at the same time she has constraints, one being that she manipulated by the antagonists. And In contrast to that, the kids do their best to help her feel like she is important and more than a command program to be used insincerely. She grew to love the Protostar crew, that's evident in her body language in this scene. She has a lot of depth overall. Equal to the real Janeway she deeply feels love, guilt and pain, but importantly she is transformed by the her time on the Protostar and while active, learns and grows with Dal, Rok-tak, Zero, Jankom and Gwyn. It's REALLY sweet that they care all care about each other.

I love her and I love JANEWAY!!!!

🥹 Favourite behind the scenes picture.

Ooooh I love all behind the scenes stuff. My brother in Christ It's super difficult to just name one thing and I'm very greedy!! I wish we had more BTS content for Voyager but sadly, it's a matter of grab what you can, however you can. Anyway, I have an inherent interest in seeing the cogs behind the wheel. I chose these samples because I think they're charming.

The continuity polaroid's are so fun and a lost technique, I like to think about assistants having to pull the actors aside and asking them to take those. How daunting! Kate's grin in the one where she is offset is SO cute. So she must have been in a good mood, super Cheeky!

Following that is a screenshot from a video of her having her makeup done. A rare catch. I like this because she often sooks about how much time hair and makeup was spent on her to become Captain Janeway. I get it's a huge time-sink, but love or hate it, the full irony is that her early season appearance is really iconic and in it's own right adds to Captain Janeway's sensibility. Silly goose Kate! Besides that, she looks hot checking herself out, haha.

Moreover, I love on-set editorial photos of actors in costume. While we did have heaps of them in the Starfleet uniform, I wish we had a larger collection with clearer releases, it would have given an opportunity to see in things of interest better detail. Particularly the lower half of unique costumes. For whatever reason special outfits weren't often established or framed for us to see the legs in the show, so a nice big photograph would have solved that. Also I love that these style of pictures capture an impression of an episode without giving it away.

Similarly, fly on the wall on-set photos are cool. They're way more intimate and candid than anything else and it makes me feel as though I am spying on the actors, but they're also a good way to document how things might have been on set.

The Timeless one is interesting too because it's of a deleted scene, we never see Chakotay look at a dead Janeway (how deliciously macabre!), but at some point in time it was in the script and they filmed it.

Hmm this bts picture of Janeway in the Cardigan is adorable! I believe it was worn by Kate for a Charity but look how cute she looks? Makes me wish we saw her mess around with things like that more because 7 Years is a long ass time to be in uniform everyday ( coming from someone who went to school in a Uniform and enjoyed it for the most part). Casual Fridays anyone?

I love this gif. It's from the first shoots of Caretaker and Kate looks so radiant! Her smile is is breathtaking! Whenever I see this gif I get a sense of delight. Poor thing had no idea what she was getting herself into, haha. Really though, check out the original Caretaker photos, they're super-cool. The history behind it is fascinating; I'd love to see more footage from that version of the pilot episode. Unfortunately, it's probably not preserved well, much like lots of Paramount's historical material.

On a similar trend, it's fun to see this set of pictures too. It's for the First Contact film / maybe the Universal studios ride, when she reprised her role as Vice AdmiralJaneway. Kate was genuinely delighted to do this cameo and it shows. As per her operandum she put her whole self into this small segment and that's so darling. It makes me wish we had more of this Janeway at that point in time. I love post Endgame chubby-Janeway. In a fictional sense it denotes that she is comfortable or stressed to be an Admiral (sadly it's the latter in real life) or whatever and I love that for her.

These kind of pictures are fun because it's been said that at times it was the most playful set to be on. There are tales that the cast were not that serious all the time. You get that impression here, and it's probably why the majority of them are still good friends to this day. They're like a family bros!!! Having worked in media I know that wrapping up after working on something for a long time is really rewarding and I bet they had a good time at parties.

Apropos previous, the opposite can be said. While they had fun, the hours were long and the scripts intensive. Kate was around for all of the episodes of Voyager in one way or another, and still managed to bring her A-game each time. She is truly admirable! Seeing her so exhausted is charming. She had a lot of weight to carry for the franchise and did an exemplary job performing her way through 7 years of weird and wonderful material. I wonder how often they fell asleep on set? I know I would. Get some rest queen!

Finally, I've been following Prodigy bts as best I can, and because of my career in animation I get pretty interested in Production art. I love seeing the fast metamorphosis of a visual style. It's really impressive how much attention they applied to the designs, maintaining the older stuff, while adapting a new frontier. One of the lead artists made some pretty neat observations to get Kate's appearance right. It's so cool that they documented that journey, because from my dabbling I know she has a very beautiful, distinct face that isn't easy to capture.

ANYWAY Thankyou for reading my fat thesis fellas. tl;dr i love this stinky Startrek Voyager and by extension the franchise.

[joingroom]

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[the-lonelybarricade]

Feysand Holiday Fic Recs

A collection of holiday-themed Feysand fics for you to enjoy while snuggled down beneath a big, cozy blanket with a cup of hot cocoa!

Spicy fics indicated by a 🌶️ emoji

Please make sure to spread the holiday joy and kindness by leaving kudos and comments on any of the fics that you find and enjoy from this list 💕

One-Shots:

Modern:

The Holiday (🌶️) by @velidewrites - When two sisters with a terrible taste in men (or is it?) decide to swap houses for the holidays, they don't expect to fall in love.

Dada by @julemmaes - Rhysand and Feyre have tried everything to make their little boy talk, now they can only wish for a Christmas miracle

Home for the Holidays by @darling-archeron - Feyre and Rhys have been best friends for years. And Feyre knows that's all they'll ever be - friends. When Rhys brings her to his family Christmas party, she realizes that not everyone has the same impression of their relationship.

Going Home by @darling-archeron - When Feyre's flight home is cancelled, she finds herself stranded in Chicago on Christmas Eve. Luckily, she runs into a familiar face at the airport.

Christmukkah by @live-the-fangirl-life - When Feyre can't celebrate the holidays with her family, Rhys decides to help

Merry Christmas, Feyre Darling (orphaned) - Feysand Fluffy Highschool AU fic

Don't Be a Jerk (It's Christmas) by @the-lonelybarricade - When the group in the corner of the cafe are being too loud for Feyre to study, she decides to take matters into her own hands.

A Letter Never Sent by @the-lonelybarricade - Rhysand was assigned as Feyre's secret santa—again. But after nearly confessing his feelings to her last Christmas, he'll be making sure not to put his heart on his sleeve this year. Or; Rhys accidentally gives Feyre the wrong Christmas letter.

A Letter to Satan (🌶) by yafan92 - When Feyre sends a drunken letter to Santa on Christmas Eve, she doesn't realize that she actually sent it to Satan, who shows up willing to grant her Christmas wish.

Feysand Holiday Fluff Fest by @nomattertheoceans - A series of 31 holiday prompt fills for December 2019

All I Want For Christmas Is You by dr_woodsprite - Rhysand and Feyre’s first Christmas.

A Very Feysand Christmas by @librarian-of-orynth - Feyre and Rhys buy, and then decorate, their Christmas tree.

Merry Christmas, Darling by whimsicallydrifting - Rhys and Feyre are celebrating their first Christmas together as a married couple, and Rhys decided to be romantic and take care of all the preparations: tree, dinner, and decorations. It didn't go exactly as he'd planned.

False Identity (🌶️) by addiewritesthings - One night at a bar, recent divorcee Feyre Archeron is approached by a beautiful dark-haired man who wants to know her name. Only the name she gives him isn't her own.

Canon:

In the Spirit by @noirshadow - the Inner Court confronts their biggest enemy to date - Dry January.

Winter Solstice with Nyx by JAWhitethorn - This is a fluffy, happy story about Feyre & Rhysand celebrating Solstice with the Inner Circle and Nyx, when he is almost five years old.

Solstice Lights and a Scared High Lord by Littlelionman15 - Rhysand thought it'd be a good idea to put himself under the christmas tree as another winter solstice present for Feyre, but things don't go as planned, and the possibility of a new haircut comes in play when Feyre has to help him get out.

I Am Lost And Led Only By The Stars by highfaelucien - The first Christmas after the war and Feyre is disappointed when Rhys can't make it back from the Illyrian camps due to a violent snow storm. Rhys decides to throw caution to the wind and do whatever it takes to get back to his mate in time.

Christmas at the Cabin by @illyriantremors - The entire squad goes to the cabin in the mountains to spend a week together at Christmas. Mayhem and shenanigans ensues.

Seven Days of Solstice by @msfeyredarling - On Feyre’s fiftieth, Rhys decides to celebrate Feyre following the seven days of the winter solstice.

Secret Weapon by addiewritesthings - Feyre returns home one evening to discover exactly what Rhys and Nyx have been up to all day.

Multi-Chapter (all completed):

Modern:

A Christmas Prince by @separatist-apologist - When reporter Feyre Archeron is sent to the small European Principality of Aldovia to cover the upcoming coronation of Prince Rhysand, she's mistaken for a royal portraitist. Deciding to lean into the lie in order to get a better story, Feyre is caught up in the drama and politics of Rhysand's life with no way out that doesn't betray them both.

Once Bitten, Twice Shy by @the-lonelybarricade - "You didn't put up Christmas lights so my friends and I decided to decorate your lawn for you"

Silent Night by Lyetta - When a spare of the moment decision sends Rhys down the riverside path, his life is turned upside down by a beautiful woman in need of help.

Home for the Cold Spell by @thegloweringcastle - When faced with yet another birthday alone in her hometown, Feyre decides to gift herself the thing she needs most: an escape. Things go well; she explores new places, meets new people, and finds a muse in the most arrogant (and beautiful) man she's ever met. 

[alexagirlie]

One Call Away (Masema x Sihtric Modern AU)

A/N: HAPPY MASEMA MONDAY!! It's finally here! This strange little piece of depravity came about after being peer-pressured by the Arnas girlies over on discord, so you can blame them (iykyk). (This fic also puts me officially over 200k published words and I am stoked!) Divider is by @/zaldritzosrose, moodboards are by me!

Rating: E

Wordcount: 4,360k

Summary: Masema and Sihtric meet at a BDSM club that Masema works at.

TWs: Weird crossover. Bdsm. Dom!Masema. Sub!Sihtric. Hookup. Paid Sex. Sex Club. Semi - Public Oral Sex. Hair Pulling. Praise Kink. Bondage. Cock Warming. Face Fucking. Choking. Semi - Public Masturbation. Sex Toys. Rope. Little Dirty Talk. Anal Sex. Facial.

Taglist: @gemini-mama @foxyanon @legitalicat @thenameswinter99 @arcielee

@sihtricfedaraaahvicius @whitedarkmoonflower @zaldritzosrose

Masema was bored. His shift at The Wheel, the bdsm club he worked at, was going slow as fuck and he was bored out of his fucking mind. The only high point of his shift so far had been the flogging demonstration, but even that had only perked his interest for a few minutes until he realized it was a demonstration for beginners and they weren't teaching anything new.

It was midweek so the club was near empty, and the only patrons who didn't care about going to work in the morning seemed to be other dominants, or pairs, no submissives. No one *interesting*.

That was when Masema saw him. The young man who walked through the curtained doorway and into the main room of the club was one of the most alluring men Masema had ever seen.

He had the most peculiar haircut, it was long on one side and completely shaved down on the other with a single small braid dividing the two sides. Masema caught flashes of silver glinting in the strands under the club lights. He was wearing tight, black leather pants with a black sleeveless shirt, made from a shimmery, almost translucent material and Masema could see the play of muscle underneath. His arms were completely bare save for one thing which made Masema's blood begin to pool in his groin and his cock stir. The neon blue wristband that the club issued to patrons who were there looking to Sub.

The pretty thing looked like he was made to be on his knees and Masema would be happy to put him there.

Sihtric was nervous, butterflies rolling in his stomach and he absent-mindedly fiddled with the neon blue wristband that the receptionist at the club had issued him. The wristband that marked him as a Sub looking to pick up a Dom for the night.

He had come to The Wheel at the recommendation of his roommate Finan, the Irishman telling him that it had an excellent reputation and he would be able to find what he needed there.

Sihtric wasn't even sure what it was that he needed but there he was, on a random wednesday night, paying a ridiculously expensive cover charge to find someone who will help him relieve the itch under his skin. The itch that had been persisting for weeks and made him short tempered and irritable.

The club itself looked good, the building was new, modern, and the reception area had been clean and welcoming without giving away a hint of what kind of club it actually was. He had paid his cover, took his wristband and was directed down a hallway with a curtained doorway at the other end. As he got closer he could hear music and the faint sound of leather on leather.

He was momentarily disappointed when he stepped past the curtain and saw that the main room was near empty and the few solo dominants he could see, marked by a bright red wrist band, were not his type at all.

Then Sihtric spotted him.

The man was sitting at one of the padded benches nestled in the back corner of the room. From what Sihtric could see, the man was tall, taller than Sihtric and he had a bored look on his handsome face. His hair was long, tied back into a top knot so his face was unobstructed and shaved short on the sides. He was wearing blood red leather pants that looked painted on; they were so tight, paired with a black leather vest with a vee so deep it exposed his muscular chest down to his bellybutton. His arms were thickly corded with muscle, large enough that he could probably put Sihtric in his place and hold him there and suddenly Sihtric wanted nothing more.

They made eye contact across the room and Sihtric saw the way the other man straightened up, the aura of authority settling over him as he grinned at being noticed.

Masema didn't stand, didn't move at all beyond sitting up taller in his seat and he raised one eyebrow and looked pointed at his feet.

Sihtric crossed the room quickly, weaving past the few patrons in his way until he reached the other man and dropped to his knees faster than he ever had in his life. His hands settled behind his back as he kept eye contact with the other man, waiting to see what would happen next.

Masema had been right, this pretty Sub looked so perfect on his knees and he took his time getting a better look at him. The mismatched coloured eyes were a surprise, he had never met another person with heterochromia like his own before and thought they suited his angular face beautifully.

He cupped the side of the other man's face, his thumb brushed across a faint scar that ran across his cheek.

“Have you submitted before?” he asked and held back a grin as the Sub before him nodded yes.

Good.

“You will not speak unless I have asked you a specific question or to use your safe word. You will address me as Sir. Understood?”

Another nod.

“Yes Sir,” he answered, his voice soft, sweet like honey and begging to be wrecked.

“What is your name, pretty thing?”

Sihtric considered lying, of giving a false name to this stranger but the desire to hear his name in that rich voice won out.

“Sihtric, Sir,” he answered, meeting the man's eyes steadily, noting the way his pupils had already expanded, swallowing all hints of colour. It made his gaze dark and hungry and Sihtric's cock rock hard in his pants.

Masema noticed how Sihtric was trembling already, a fine tremour in his limbs and the Dom knew that he couldn't take it too far, too hard, not tonight, but he would love making this man fall apart.

He spotted one of his coworkers getting ready to start another demonstration, pulling out one of the club's Saint Andrew Crosses and while it didn’t pique his interest exactly, it did give him an idea.

“Sihtric… you're going to keep my cock warm while I watch the next demonstration. Can you do that for me, pretty thing?”

“Yes Sir.” Sihtric barely held himself back from shuffling forward and reaching for the Dom's trousers. He hadn't been told not to move but he had a feeling the Dom would appreciate the restraint.

Masema tightened his grip in Sihtric's hair and grinned at the hitched breath. Oh he was perfect, Masema thought, running his fingers through his surprising soft hair and noting how Sihtric leaned into the touch.

“Good, come here.”

He used his grip in Sihtric's hair to guide the other man towards him, while he reached down with the other hand to unlace his pants. His pants were too tight to pull down much but he was able to open the front enough for him to take his semi hard cock out.

Sihtric knew he was staring but he couldn't stop. The other man's cock was.. big, Sihtric wasn't small himself but even he felt a touch of envy at the sight. It was thick and long and his mouth watered at the thought of swallowing it down and choking on it. It had been too long since he had been able to go down on another man.

Masema used the hand in Sihtric's hair to guide him forward. “Open up.”

Sihtric opened his mouth wide and let the Dom guide the head of his cock across his tongue and into the warm depth of his mouth until Sihtric's nose pressed to warm skin. Even half hard the cock filled his mouth but Sihtric was still able to settle comfortably against the Dom.

He tasted clean, like soap with just a hint of salt as he leaked a little onto Sihtric's tongue. Sihtric swallowed around his mouthful, he couldn't help himself but then forced himself to relax.

Masema held back the urge to push further as the wet, warm heat of Sihtric's mouth enveloped his cock, resisted the urge to shove deep and make Sihtric choke on it. He could save that for later, after he had the pretty thing keep him warm and relaxed.

He grinned as he ran his fingers through Sihtric's hair again and watched as the Subs' eyes fluttered shut and his shoulders relaxed, all the hidden tension leaving his body. The poor thing needed to be taken care of so desperately.

Gods, Masema couldn't wait to wreck him.

Sihtric let his mind drift, let his worries fade away and just focused on the pleasant way his mouth was stretched full, the barely there ache starting in his knees on the hard floor of the club. He fantasized briefly about all the ways the Dom could use him before he pushed the images away and just waited.

It wasn't a long demonstration, a bit boring as Masema's coworker barely made the Sub strapped onto the cross scream, and Masema passed the time by imagining all the ways he would do a better job with Sihtric under his crop.

Next time maybe.

For now he had a different idea in mind as the demonstration ended and Masema slipped his cock from Sihtric's warm mouth. He tugged on Sihtric hair to get his attention and petted him until the hazy look left his eyes.

“I'm going to fuck your mouth now pretty thing.” He watched the colour bled out of Sihtric's eyes as his pupil expanded with arousal. “What's your colour?”

Sihtric was slow to respond, mind still sluggish from how he had drifted. “Green.. Sir.”

Masema fed Sihtric his fingers first, pressing them deep and pressing down on his tongue to make Sihtric open his mouth wide. His other hand reached down and stroked his cock to full hardness, jerking indulgently from base to tip until it was leaking heavily from the head, dripping down the side and over his knuckles. He then took his cock firmly by the root and ran the leaking head first across Sihtric's plush lower lip then he teased it across his tongue, barely giving the other man a taste before pulling away.

He chuckled darkly at the desperate whine Sihtric let out and felt the moment Sihtric tried to lean forward, chasing the taste of his cock before he remembered himself and settled back down on his knees patiently.

“Tsk Tsk tsk,” Masema mocked, “so impatient. Do you want my cock, sweet thing?”

Sihtric whined and nodded as well as he could with the Dom holding his face the way he was.

Masema slid his cock against Sihtric's tongue again and paused with just the head inside the Sub's mouth. He stroked the base of his cock, encouraging a dribble of white to escape and pool on Sihtric's tongue.

Sihtric whined again but managed to stay still this time.

“Good boy.”

Sihtric outright moaned at that, the sound covered some by the club's music but clear to Masema all the same.

The pretty thing liked to be praised.

Masema filed that thought away for later as he pulled his fingers free of Sihtric's mouth and cupped the back of his head, uncaring of the saliva and precome he smeared in the Sub’s hair. He slid his cock in, inch after inch, watching with growing arousal as he was able to fit most of his cock down Sihtric's throat before the Sub’s eyes began to water and he made a faint choking sound.

Masema waited to see what Sihtric would do but he gave no signal to stop so Masema kept going. He set a slow but deep pace, in and out, in and out, gaining speed as Sihtric's throat opened up and was able to take him even deeper.

Masema panted as he fucked into Sihtric's throat on each thrust, as tears pooled in the corner of the Sub’s pretty eyes before they spilled down his cheeks.

He tossed his head back and moaned as his ball drew up, tight and aching as he chased his release in that warm cavern. Fucking forward hard enough they slapped against Sihtric's chin each time he bottomed out in his throat. He could feel the vibration of Sihtric's moans around his cock and it helped to push him right to the edge.

“Fuuuck I'm close,” Masema moaned, dropping his chin to his chest so he could watch the way his cock stretched Sihtric mouth wide. “Do you want my cum, pretty thing?”

Sihtric moaned at the question and pushed forward, taking that huge cock even deeper, wanting to taste the other man's cum so badly. He swallowed around the head of his cock and was finally rewarded with spurt after spurt of the hot, salty fluid as the Dom came down his throat.

Sihtric made sure to swallow every last drop before he leaned back and let the now spent cock slip from his mouth. On instinct he opened his mouth wide, to show the Dom that it was empty. His cock was so hard it hurt, throbbing in the confines of his leather pants.

He watched as the Dom panted heavily, catching his breath before he ran a hand along the top of his head, slicking back the few strands of his long hair which had fallen into his face from the exertion.

“Touch yourself for me, pretty thing.”

Sihtrics face burned with embarrassment as he followed the Dom's command and pulled his cock from his pants. He felt strangely exposed having his cock out in a room full with other people watching, especially considering that he felt none while he kept the other man cock warm. His nerves were soothed as surprisingly tender fingers pet through his hair.

“That's a good boy, cum.”

That honeyed voice calling him a good boy pushed him right to the edge and he came on command. He continued to jerk his cock as he spilled over his fingers and onto the floor of the club, hot and sticky and oh so good as his mind completely whited out.

After cleaning up their mess they parted ways and Masema pressed a business card into Sihtrics hands.

“If you ever want to do that again” he murmured before walking away without another glance, disappearing back into the club.

‘Masema Dager Dominant The Wheel - call to book a private appointment’

Sihtric thought about that night many times over the following months, often while lonely in his own bed, and thought about that shiny black business card stamped with such simple but devastating information.

Masema was a professional Dominant.

Sihtric had been disappointed at first, thinking that the other man had only sought him out as part of his job and 3 shots of tequila too many at their next night off together he confessed as much to Finan.

Finan had laughed him off, explaining that staff on the club floor had the benefit of choosing only who they wanted. If Masema had played with him then it's because he wanted Sihtric, not out of duty or obligation.

The relief he had felt had been immense and he desperately wanted to take Masema up on his offer but it was still months before he worked his way up to calling that number. Months of lonely nights and mediocre, vanilla one night stands before that itch under his skin had gotten so bad he couldn't ignore it anymore.

The private appointment cost substantially more then the basic cover charge for the club, enough to make Sihtric burn with shame but he *wanted* the other man again so badly. They emailed him a form to fill out, a more comprehensive list allowing him to set his limits and with a very clear disclaimer that echoed the words Finan had told him. Staff are never expected to take sessions in a sexual direction, that the focus was on the power dynamics and if they do so it is entirely at their own discretion.

Sihtric was just as nervous this time around as he had been the first time he went to The Wheel. He was so nervous he bummed a smoke off another patron outside the club and sucked it back before heading inside, a mint melting on his tongue to hide the taste of nicotine and smoke.

Masema had waited impatiently for Sihtric to come back to The Wheel and see him again. He had almost given up hope when he saw the personal session added to his calendar for that night, had recognized the name on the listing and had spent the first part of his shift pacing, waiting, eager for the time of the appointment.

Sihtric had looked so pretty with his mouth stuffed with Masema's cock, with tears spilling down his cheeks and Masema was looking forward to taking him apart again. To bending him over and fucking his sweet looking ass until he cried.

As the time for the appointment neared he made his way to his assigned room where he would get ready and meet Sihtric. The private rooms at The Wheel were simple yet comfortable. Each room was equipped with the basic tools that any employee would need, props, toys, restraints, and plenty of lube, massage oil and bruise salve. The lights were dimmed to help set the mood and should the scene run towards a sexual nature, a double bed piled with pillows and soft linens.

Masema had decided to dress down for this appointment, he wanted something easy to remove, and was dressed just in a pair of red sweatpants which did nothing to hide what he was packing and a plain white t-shirt which was stretched thin over his bulging shoulders and pectoral muscles.

When Sihtric arrived Masema saw immediately that the Sub had cut his hair, both sides were shaved short but he had left the top long enough to curl over his forehead. He was wearing a tight black, long sleeved t-shirt with a logo for a band Masema had never heard of before on the front and a pair of black cargo shorts.

He looked good.

Masema stripped his shirt off without a word and bit back a grin as he greatly enjoyed the way Sihtric's eyes immediately zeroed in on his chest. He watched as the Sub licked his lips and his eyes darkened.

Sihtric's brain short circuits when Masema removed his shirt, breath catching at the sight of his huge, muscular arms and the definition in his chest and abs. The other man looked like he could pick Sihtric up and fuck him against a wall, or hold him down and just make him take it.

Sihtric thought it might be weird or awkward, being here again but that wasn’t the case at all. All it took was a twitch of that eyebrow and a pointed look and Sihtric once again found himself on his knees at Masema’s feet. He was already hard in his short, eager to see what the Dom had in store for him this time.

They kept eye contact as Masema stepped up to Sihtric and the Dom cupped his cheek.

“Ready?” He asked, his voice already deepening with his arousal.

“Yes.” Sihtric answered airily and he gasped sweetly as Masema moved his hand into his hair and pulled, hard.

“What was that?”

“Yes Sir” Sihtric amended, “I'm sorry Sir.”

“Get me hard,” the Dom commanded, pulling his sweat pants pulled down just enough for his cock to hang out and he groaned as Sihtric got right to it.

The Sub took his half hard cock into his hot mouth and swallowed him down, bobbing his head and sucking hard until Masema was as hard as a rock and leaking heavily on his tongue.

Masema pulled Sihtric off his cock and the Sub whined sadly but waited patiently for Masema’s instructions.

Masema slapped his cock against the side of Sihtric’s face, leaving behind a mess of saliva and precum, a mark which felt like a brand, a claim of ownership which made heat build in Masema's chest.

He needed to be inside the pretty man at his feet and he needed it now.

“Strip.”

They both get fully undressed and Masema finally gets to see what Sihtric was hiding under his clothes. He was surprisingly muscular, his muscles almost as cut as Masema's, only less bulky than the Dom.

The most surprising thing though was the multiple tattoos which adorned Sihtric's body.

He had a half sleeve on his left arm with intricate bands of runes and viking symbols spreading from wrist to elbow. It hadn't been there the last time Sihtric had visited The Wheel, the tattoo still slightly pink and fresh looking. There was a stylized tree with more viking symbols hidden between its branches over his heart and as Masema got the Sub bent over the end of the bed he could see the large black wings which spread across Sihtric's shoulder blades and down his spine. He had a line of runes down the middle and the wings had an intricate knot design inside.

Masema licked along the edge of one of those wings as he pulled Sihtric's wrists one at a time to the small of his back and secured them together with a length of silken rope. Winding blood red over pale wrists and forearms.

Arms secured, Masema guided the Sub further up the bed and positioned him so his chest was pressed down on the mattress while his perfect arse was in the air. Exposed and begging Masema to take a bite, which he did. Not hard, just a nip of teeth but Sihtric moaned so sweetly that he did it again, harder. Hard enough to leave a perfect imprint of his teeth in the ample flesh and to make the other moan moan even louder, desperate and needy.

As Masema admired his handy work he caught a glint of red, intrigued he gripped both of Sihtric arse cheeks and spread them apart to reveal a surprise nestled between them. The bejeweled end of a decent sized plug.

“So desperate for my cock, pretty thing?” he mocked as he teased the Sub with the toy.

“Such a greedy little slut, already stretched out and wanting to get fucked.” He crooned as he pulled the toy out until only the tip remained inside and watched as Sihtric's rim fluttered around it before pushing it back in.

“Are you my greedy slut, Sihtric?”

He slapped Sihtric's arse when all he got in response was a moan. “I asked you a question, pretty thing.”

“Yes… yes I am your greedy slut, Sir.” Sihtric gasped out as Masema angled the up so it brushed against his prostate with each pass against his walls.

Masema fucked him with the toy until he had the Sub whining and rocking back with each thrust as he chased the press of plastic against that spit which made him see stars. He wanted the Dom's cock inside him so badly and he bit down on the fabric below him to stifle the urge to speak without permission.

Luckily for Sihtric it seemed that Masema's was finally done teasing him and pulled the plug from the tight clench of Sihtric arse and tossed the plug carelessly on the floor before he climbed up on the bed behind Sihtric.

He grabbed the subs hip in one hand while with the other guide his leaking cock to Sihtric's gaping rim and lined them up. He is unrelenting, pushing his cock into the hot depth of Sihtric's body inch by thick inch until his hips pressed to Sihtric's arse and he was as deep as he could go.

“What a greedy hole you have, just sucks me right in,” he groaned as he gave Sihtric a minute to adjust before he set out to give the Sub the fuck of his life.

Masema prides himself on having amazing stamina, so he fucked Sihtric hard and fast until the pretty thing was gasping breathlessly and on the verge of spilling before he slowed to a crawl. Rocking his hips in slow circles before starting the cycle all over again.

He lost all track of time, not caring if he went past the allotted appointment time, as he continued to edge the Sub until he could see the spill of tears down angular cheeks and the other man was reduced to mindless begging.

Sihtric didn't mean to break the rules but he couldn't stop the words which were spilling from between his lips. The feeling of Masema's cock splitting him open and filling him was too perfect and his own cock hurt from how long the Dom had been fucking him, keeping him on the edge and not letting him cum.

Normally Masema preferred his Subs to not speak unless spoken to but Sihtric begged so prettily that he allowed it and in fact worked even harder to make the pretty thing beg louder. Fucking him even harder, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room and mixing with the sounds of the Subs voice.

“You can come from my cock or not at all,” he growled in Sihtric ear as he bent over the Subs back to get an even better angle to fuck him with. “I know you can do it, my good boy.”

Those words served to be the final push Sihtric needed and he came completely untouched, thrashing and screaming out as Masema fucked him through it.

After he was done Masema untied him, and pulled his boneless body to his knees as Masema stood over him and jerked off until he came over Sihtric's pretty tear stained face.

Sihtric knelt there in a daze as Masema dropped to his own knees and cupped Sihtric's filthy face in his hands. He licked some of his own spend from Sihtric's cheek before stealing his mouth in a wet, salty kiss, deep and devouring.

As Masema pulled back he decided that he wanted to keep this pretty thing all to himself.

[brothermoth]

Rdr2 and period accuracy I guess

Bonus points to whoever was in charge of historical details in rdr2 because the amount of spot on, God awful hair and beard styles makes me so happy. 1800-1900 were some of the worst years for decent haircuts. Clothes? Great, wonderful. BUT MUTTON CHOPS??? That stupid middle part slicked-back hair for men? Crimes. War crimes.

Look at this shit. You see this??? Some of these fellas have attractive faces but then they ruined it by doing THAT. Civil war era and regency period are my absolute least favorite times for men. How do you let that hair rope stay on your face?? Half of them look like they're wearing toupees or desperately combing the last bits of balding hair (some of them are, to be fair). Half the NPCs in red dead are utterly unfuckable and I love it. It's really cool when media lets people be ugly and grimy. A lot of the people Arthur comes across are poor, working class people who were often a little gross, especially men living on horseback doing a lot of manual labor. The women wear makeup, but they're not overly polished Hollywood esque pantomimes of historical women. They're allowed to be a little nasty too. Karen absolutely has the pussy equivalent of the Chernobyl elephant's foot and I love that for her! Sometimes media overdoes the unclean factor and makes it like...a metaphor in and of itself for low morals (Pirates of the Caribbean I love you but yeah). Your main characters are shiny and clean where villains are dirty and "unclean".

This is not to say poverty=dirt. At the time though, extreme poverty in cities and places with no natural water sources did equal a bit of funk. They just couldn't afford to pay for baths. Those who cared used perfumes, sponge baths when available. They kept their undergarments regularly washed if they could. The thing is, just like today, some people just didn't care. They lived in the woods and said "fuck it" and didn't bother. Rdr2 says "yeah ain't nobody is washing their ass ♥️" and let that apply to our protagonists too! No matter how much you bathe Arthur that man wears boots with no socks and it's so bad even Sean comments on the man's feet. I can't even wear Crocs without socks because that shit is a biohazard. Imagine BOOTS.

I don't know where I was going with this, but the overall gist is that we should strive for accuracy and a fair portrayal of human bodies as things that do in fact produce ick. And that's okay! You can be hot and also have lack of access to modern hygiene. Unless you have mutton chops, I guess.

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Friends to Lovers Fics Masterlist (7)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 /

Created: June 6th, 2024

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A Little Misunderstanding Over A Whole Lot of Kissing-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: One night, after a heated conversation between best friends, things get heated in an entirely different way. Abernathy's Cornucopia-Grace_d (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen is a busy woman. Running your own boutique wildflower supply business is no easy task. She doesn't have time for messing around, or men, or messing around with men, especially ones who are messing with her business. When Peeta Mellark takes over Haymitch Abernathy's flower shop, he's a little out of his depth. It turns out there's a lot more to this floristry gig than he first expected. Hopefully a silver eyed supplier can give him some pointers. All For the Cause?-JHsgf82 (ao3) Summary: Katniss, Peeta, Finnick, and the gang are roped into a charity event by Madge to help homeless and neglected pets. Little do they know the kinds of things they’ll have to do, the confessions that will come out, and how their lives will be changed… Happy Birthday Peeta (Perfect)-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: Jrosely requested a surprise party for Peeta. Katniss and Peeta have been best friends since they were little, and on Peeta's birthday things change between the two. Head Over Feet-Falafel_Waffel (ao3)  Summary: They had been friends for as long as they could remember. They were inseparable as children and as young adults friends with benefits seemed like the next logical step. Sex with no emotions. Just two friends getting their carnal urges out with someone they trust while not in a relationship. Sounds great, right? You know what they say about fuck buddies. Someone always develops feelings, and nothing is ever the same. Unfortunately for Peeta, he went into this agreement already in love. Imagine It Was Us-flyingthroughflames (ff.net)  Summary: Modern AU. Katniss didn't really care to meet new people or make new friends during her internship. She just wanted to learn and make money. The unexpected arrival of Peeta Mellark into her life throws a wrench into her plans. Katniss Lends a Helping Hand-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: Peeta is in desperate need of a haircut. With his barbershop closed due to quarantine, he decides to take matters into his own hands- not to mention his roommate Katniss's hands, who happens to have a major crush on him. Hair gets cut. Sexy things happen. Listener Line-GobletGirl (ao3) Summary: Katniss's sudden realization that she's in love with her best friend makes her do something that will force her to tell him. What will happen when she finally tells him? Will he return her feelings or will she lose her best friend? That Time We Took Over the World-Gamemakers (ao3) Summary: Being a session guitarist pays well, but Katniss Everdeen’s always wanted a taste of the spotlight. Enter Peeta Mellark, whose boyband fame faded twenty years ago, and a not-quite-dying wish from an old friend, and she’s in for way more than she bargained for. Why Do I?-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Peeta’s in love with his roommate Katniss. She thinks he has a really good set of buns. All puns intended.

[thewoodbinewitch]

Okay so a while ago my friend and I were high as kites talking culture and spirituality and we related briefly over the importance of hair in our respective cultures/religions (as a white person in the US my culture is heavily diluted and heathenry fills the gaps).

It was our first time really truly hanging out so I didn't immediately infodump everywhere, especially since I was trying to listen to what they were saying about being Hochunk and the importance of braids. Since then the topic hasn't come up and the need to talk about hair hasn't left so Here I Go

The Norsemen smelled nice and had good hair and would routinely seduce women away from their homes, to the point that there's written advice to young Anglo Saxon men to not get the Viking haircut even if it's popular with the ladies. Their hygiene wasn't great by modern standards, but they bathed regularly and also ritually, with heavy emphasis on their hair. Combs are found as grave goods -- also just freaking everywhere. So many combs.

"Elf locks" are what you get when you've been touched by an elf, which isn't good. Elves are scary beings and a person with knots in their hair could be considered charmed or worse: a changeling. I'm mixing some cultures here, as this is predominantly an Anglo Saxon belief, but the cultures blended heavily thanks to the raiding.

Medieval people also had to deal with fleas and nits, a side effect of using your animals as home heating (though let's be clear they lived in different areas of the space! And this is a logical heating option for living near the Arctic). As a result, they would often bleach their hair! Which then was found attractive, dark hair turning a red and blondes turning bright blonde.

Hair is an important association in the mythology as well. While Norse Heathenry doesn't have a "canon" the myths can still give insight into their values, and many figures are described by their hair: Sif has golden hair like wheat or flax, Thor is ruddy, and Odin has a long beard.

Modern heathens often adopt hair care as a form of worship or ancestral connection, getting Norse haircuts or ritually brushing their hair. It's not a "requirement" of the faith (there are no requirements tbh) but it's a good way to connect. Personally I take my curly hair routine very seriously -- I gotta get all the hot Saxon women, after all!