#stylish men haircut

[judesbarbershop]

Get Holiday-Ready with These Top Men's Haircuts for Christmas 2024

The holiday season is around the corner, and there's no better time to refresh your look. Whether you're headed to family gatherings or year-end parties, the right haircut can make all the difference. Let's explore some trending styles in Michigan that'll have you looking sharp this Christmas.

Latest Styles Making a Statement

The Curly Fringe

This bold yet versatile style features longer hair at the front, creating a natural fringe that sits on the forehead. Many men's haircut specialist barbers in Lake Lansing recommend this look for guys with natural texture. The optional fade on the sides adds a clean, modern touch.

The Flow

Taking over the scene of stylish men's haircuts, the flow cut offers that perfectly imperfect look. It works exceptionally well with wavy hair and can be dressed up or down. The casual yet put-together vibe makes it a hit if you are searching for men's haircut salons near me in Grandville.

The Wolf Cut

For those ready to make a statement, the wolf cut combines shorter and longer layers for an edgy, contemporary look. It's a fresh take on the mullet that's been turning heads and becoming the first choice for those who want the latest men's haircut in Grandville or anywhere else in Michigan. This style works particularly well for guys with thick, textured hair.

The Textured Fauxhawk

One of the best-suited men's haircuts for those who have thin hair. This modern interpretation of the fauxhawk adds volume while maintaining sophistication. The shorter sides create contrast with the longer top, offering versatility in styling options.

Classic Styles with Modern Appeal

The Modern Mullet

Don't worry – this isn't your 1980s mullet. The contemporary version offers a softer, more wearable approach that's become surprisingly versatile. It can be tailored to suit different face shapes and personal styles.

The Pompadour

This timeless style continues to reign supreme, especially when you want to look polished for holiday events. The swept-up front and clean sides create a classic silhouette that never goes out of style.

The Undercut

Popular at barber shops across Lake Lansing, this style keeps things neat with very short sides and longer length on top. It's perfect for busy guys who want options for styling.

The Classic Fade

Whether you choose a classic, bald, or disconnected fade, this cut remains a go-to for its clean lines and professional appearance.

The Caesar Cut

Want something low-maintenance but stylish? The Caesar cut offers that perfect balance, giving you a neat look with minimal styling time.

The Buzz Cut

Sometimes, simplicity wins. The buzz cut remains a popular choice for guys who want a no-fuss style that still looks sharp.

Styling Tips for the Season

Keep these tips in mind to maintain your fresh cut through the holiday season:

Use a light-hold product for natural movement

Invest in a good dry shampoo for between-wash styling

Keep a small comb handy for quick touch-ups

Consider your hair texture when choosing a style

Making Your Choice

When deciding on your holiday haircut, consider:

Your natural hair texture

Face shape

Maintenance level you're comfortable with

The events you'll be attending

Final Thoughts

The perfect holiday haircut should make you feel confident while being practical enough to maintain through the busy season. Whether you're going for a bold wolf cut or a classic pompadour, these stylish men's haircuts offer something for everyone. Remember to book your appointment early – the holiday rush at salons can get pretty hectic! Pop into your local salon and show them what caught your eye. Gear up, Christmas is comin’.

[crownmemes]

Fashion & Appearance Sentences, Vol. 2

(Sentences for muses that are concerned about how they look. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"A woman is always impatient to wear a new dress."

"What do you plan to do now that you're wearing that expensive suit?"

"Glamour looks better than you than it does on me."

"I shaved off my beard for you!"

"Don't you like this suit?"

"This isn't the most stylish, I know, but it will keep you warm."

"Did you get a haircut? I like it!"

"Playing to my vanity. You should be ashamed!"

"Do you think my teeth are my best feature?"

"Those shirts looked good on you! I can't believe you didn't buy them!"

"What did you pay for those shoes?"

"Where are your cufflinks?"

"Trust me, you do not need a boob job!"

"You clean up very nicely!"

"I know I probably shoudn't say this, but I look so cute!"

"Is that a grey hair?"

"How you dress reflects how you feel."

"I always liked that jacket. It suits you."

"Are you growing a beard? I've always had rather a soft spot for bearded men."

"Look at you! You're a mess!"

"I will follow a few steps behind you. I would not like to be seen in association with that hat."

"You have beautiful eyes."

"I must say, you're looking unusually elegant!"

"I like this suit. It's always been lucky for me."

[euclydia-family-au]

Chapter 6: Confrontation | Euclydia family AU 

IN ENGLISH:

The next day, things weren't as Stan expected.

To begin with, during breakfast, the couple started asking questions.

—Where did you live before coming here, dear heart? —Elena asked sweetly.

—Well... at Glass Shard Beach... a small coastal town in New Jersey...

—It's relatively close, then... —Erick mused thoughtfully.

—Why are you asking? —Stan asked, confused.

—Tomorrow we're going to New Jersey to attend some important matters, and we wanted to take you with us... Besides, I remember that you only had a canvas bag, which means that the rest of your things are there... —Elena stated calmly, as if talking about the weather.

Stan felt his blood run cold. Going home? To face his father for just showing up? And with a brother who hates him?

—P-but... —Stan tried to object, but Erick interrupted.

—The absurd debt your father owes us will be paid in exchange for your custody, don't you remember? Moreover —said the man as he pulled out some papers—, your brother was accepted into that university... so you have nothing to fear...

—But...

—And if he tries to hurt you, we'll sue... Well, in reality, you should sue him for child neglect and abuse, but it's your decision... Knowing men like that, money will make him shut up —Elena sighed, somewhat annoyed.

Said that, they continued eating breakfast, while Stan remained silent, worried.

This definitely was a death sentence, but, if he didn't do it, they couldn't recover Stan's documents or his things... Besides, he wanted to say goodbye to his mom and Ford... maybe he could leave a message for Shermie... And maybe he could apologize before leaving...

The day passed quickly and the three were ready for the next day. They dined, watched a movie on TV and then went to bed.

The next morning, they woke up early and climbed into the most expensive car that Elena had in her collection. Indeed, that woman loves cars.

The journey was relatively quick, at least an hour, before arriving at the location. The coast was the same as he remembered. He had been away for three months; it shouldn't have been strange to see the beach, but he no longer felt accustomed to the sight of his childhood, perhaps because that sight brought him painful memories.

When they arrived at the Pines house, Stan remained frozen in his seat.

—You don't have to get out if you're not ready... —Elena stroked his hair.

—... I just want to say goodbye... but I'm afraid... —whispered ashamed.

—We won't let anyone hurt you... —Erick looked serious.

With that promise, the three got out of the vehicle. Filbrick and Caryn saw the car from the second floor and the man in a hat was the first to get out.

—Good day... afternoon... —the swindler's face faded when he recognized Stanley.

Caryn and Ford were the next to get out. Caryn almost dropped a sob while Ford remained frozen.

Stan hadn't realized, but his etiquette lessons and new routine made him look like one of the Szyfr pair. Now he wore formal clothes, a stylish haircut that showed how much his hair had grown in those months and a serious expression.

Elena wore a beautiful blue dress with a short cut, while Erick wore a leather jacket that would make anyone think he was a pilot.

—Good afternoon, Mr. Pines... We've come to negotiate...

All present froze at hearing Elena's voice, a serious woman who exuded security and strength, with an imposing presence.

—What do you want to negotiate about? —Filbrick was confused.

—About your son, Stanley... and everything that happened three months ago...

Ford and Stan tensed at the same time.

—We'll start this simply... —said Erick—. Did you throw out a teenager with nothing but a canvas bag?

—... That's not your business... —the swindler's face showed contained anger.

—Oh, believe me, it matters... —Elena placed some papers on the counter—. According to you, your son deserves to be on the street because he couldn't impress a pathetic university... and that unless he earned a fortune, he wouldn't return home... Well, then let's make this simpler.

Erick took the papers and gave some to Ford.

—These documents confirm that you'll go to West Coast Tech... In my personal opinion, I would never recommend such a pretentious school; I would choose Backupsmore, it's much better... The only problem is some minor issues, but it's a good university —Erick looked serious.

Ford took the papers in shock.

—And in fact, they would have disqualified you; they didn't care... If you want to blame your brother, it won't help... Enjoy being a nobody at West Coast Tech and never standing out... Many drop out in the second year... Good luck then... It's a shame... You could have been an excellent student in my school...

Ford opened his eyes, unable to process everything.

—And since we've settled that... let's move on to the next topic... your "debt" ... You said you wanted a fortune to let Stan come home?

Filbrick didn't respond, only looked at Stanley.

—I'd like to offer you something more... custody of your children... in exchange for all the money you can ask for —Elena spoke with a subtle smile.

All were surprised with those words; even Filbrick Pines was taken aback.

—What did you just say?

—What you heard, Mr. Pines... —Erick and his wife smiled—. We've considered the idea of making a fair deal... How much do you think your children are worth? Name a price for each one.

Caryn let out a choked sob; she was the only one who seemed worried about two strangers taking her children.

—No! This is crazy! —Her voice trembled with anguish, but Erick approached.

—Relax... we have no bad intentions... —his look was sincere—. Shall we let them discuss while we talk in another room?

Caryn looked at Stanley; he looked nervous, but nodded. He was only anxious to leave so he wouldn't hear Filbrick yell. Everyone else left slowly while Elena and Filbrick stared at each other, looking for weaknesses; they were two negotiators, a swindler against a business magnate (although the man knew nothing about it).

Meanwhile, Stan, Ford, Caryn and Erick were on the second floor of the building. Ford looked at the documents without believing it.

—Well... to start this little conversation... We want to help your children, Caryn... Stan told you that you worry about their future... and we believe we can help them get out of this place and have a brilliant future, not just academically —Erick looked at Caryn kindly—. We know you want them to be safe... we can make that happen... we just need your permission...

Caryn looked at her children, at her clever son Stanford and her free-spirited Stanley.

—... Do you... really want to take my babies? —Caryn didn't oppose; she was sad because she knew that in that place she couldn't protect her children.

—We just want to give them a future...

All were silent. Stanley looked at Stanford, who was silent, it seemed he was reading something.

—This letter... —whispered while showing a document to Erick—. Is... is it from the ones...?

—It's the letter about why they didn't accept you into that university... Yes... they said they didn't like it when you gave up at the slightest mistake... that when your invention failed, you gave up, you didn't try to fix it... Probably you did, but, in their words... "In our university we appreciate hard work, but also the power of adaptation and the ability to prove oneself, even if there are mistakes"... The truth is, West Coast Tech is a mediocre university... They only say that few students pass because they're bad at their work... In my case, no student has failed, because I taught them to pass... work hard and adapt to circumstances... You're brilliant, Stanford... you deserve something better than a university that didn't give you a chance until I showed up.

Stanford looked at Erick and then at Stan, it seemed he was organizing his disrupted thoughts.

—... Ford... —Stan approached cautiously, nervous—. Can... can you go wherever you want... I never wanted to ruin this for you... only... only I...

Ford raised his eyes, annoyed, expecting apologies.

—... I'm sorry... for everything... —Stan seemed more sincere—. I wish I hadn't ruined things... you don't have to say anything... I just want you to know that... I just want to make things right...

Erick approached Stan, putting a hand on his shoulder.

—If you want... we can pack your things...

Stan looked at Stanford; whatever his response, staying in that house was no longer an option. He had felt the warmth of a warm place and wanted to leave... not without saying goodbye first.

—Just me...

Caryn understood that and decided to take Erick to the boys' room to start packing. She had already made a decision.

Both brothers looked at each other for a few seconds before Ford spoke.

—And I... —he began Ford—... I still... I don't know what to say to you... —whispered seriously.

—... What? What are you talking about?

—I mean... I'm going to stay with Erick and Elena for a while... not forever, but... they said I had an opportunity to go to university... they said if I wanted to stay with them I had to study and learn things... I don't know how I ended up in this situation, but... I suppose it's worth a try...

—... Pff... —Ford tried to suppress a laugh—. Are you serious? —he said between laughs.

—... Yes... —Stan repeated, a phrase that Erick often said to him, which began to comfort him.

—... Good... —Ford sighed between laughs—. Maybe... when I graduate... I'll see you... —he didn't sound sure.

—You don't have to decide now... —Stan repeated, a phrase that Erick often said to him, which began to comfort him.

—... Good... —Ford sighed between laughs—. I owe you... for the apologies... and for this —he pointed to the papers, but he didn't sound genuine.

—Don't thank me...

Both were silent until Erick and Caryn returned with some boxes.

—Here are some boxes... I'm sorry, it's not much... but I hope it's enough...

Stan hugged her with warmth.

—Thank you, mom... —Stan smiled warmly.

Caryn hugged him back and wiped away tears.

—Be careful, my son... —she whispered while stroking his hair.

—I will, mom... —Stan whispered back.

Meanwhile, Elena was talking with Filbrick. The conversation was quite tense between the two. On the other hand, the proposals and money were something that Filbrick couldn't refuse, he desired the money.

—So... what's your choice?

Filbrick looked serious and annoyed; he didn't want to talk to her, he didn't like that woman talking as if she had any right... On the other hand, the proposals and the money were something he couldn't refuse, he desired the money.

—How much are we talking about?

—Approximately $21,681 dollars... But the price will increase if that's what you want...

Filbrick looked thoughtful; while Elena felt her body begging her to hit that type.

When they reached an agreement, Stanley left with his backpack. Erick carried some boxes in his arms and Caryn continued crying.

—Here are some boxes... I'm sorry, it's not much... but I hope it's enough...

Stan hugged her with warmth.

—Thank you, mom... —Stan smiled warmly.

Caryn hugged him back and wiped away tears.

—Be careful, my son... —she whispered while stroking his hair.

—I will, mom... —Stan whispered back.

Meanwhile, Elena was talking with Filbrick. The conversation was quite tense between the two. On the other hand, the proposals and money were something that Filbrick couldn't refuse, he desired the money.

—So... what's your choice?

Filbrick looked serious and annoyed; he didn't want to talk to her, he didn't like that woman talking as if she had any right... On the other hand, the proposals and the money were something he couldn't refuse, he desired the money.

—How much are we talking about?

—Approximately $21,681 dollars... But the price will increase if that's what you want...

Filbrick looked thoughtful; while Elena felt her body begging her to hit that type.

When they reached an agreement, Stanley left with his backpack. Erick carried some boxes in his arms and Caryn continued crying.

—Now that all this is over... Long of my property —were the last words of the father of the twins before going to his office.

All were silent, processing what had just happened.

—Well... at least we'll have twins... —Erick smiled, trying to lighten the mood.

EN ESPAÑOL:

Al día siguiente, las cosas no fueron como Stan esperaba.

Para empezar, durante el desayuno, la pareja comenzó a hacer preguntas.

—¿Dónde vivías antes de llegar aquí, corazón? —preguntó Elena con voz dulce.

—Pues... en Glass Shard Beach... un pequeño pueblo costero en Nueva Jersey...

—Está relativamente cerca, entonces... —dijo Erick pensativo.

—¿Por qué preguntan? —confundido, inquirió Stan.

—Mañana iremos a Nueva Jersey para atender algunos asuntos importantes, y queríamos llevarte con nosotros... Además, recuerdo que solo tenías una bolsa de lona, lo que significa que el resto de tus cosas están allá... —Elena declaró con tranquilidad, como si hablara del clima.

Stan sintió que se le congelaba la sangre. ¿Volver a casa? ¿Con su padre esperándolo para darle una paliza por siquiera asomarse? ¿Y con un hermano que lo odia?

—P-pero... —Stan intentó oponerse, pero Erick lo interrumpió.

—La "deuda" tan absurda de tu padre la pagaremos a cambio de tu custodia, ¿recuerdas? Además —dijo el hombre mientras sacaba unos papeles—, tu hermano fue aceptado en esa universidad... así que no tienes nada que temer...

—Pero...

—Y si intenta lastimarte, lo demandaremos... Bueno, en realidad, tú debes demandarlo por negligencia infantil y abuso, pero es tu decisión... Conociendo a ese tipo de hombres, el dinero lo hará callarse —Elena suspiró, algo molesta.

Dicho esto, continuaron desayunando, mientras Stan se mantenía en silencio, preocupado.

Esto definitivamente era una sentencia de muerte, pero, de no hacerlo, no podrían recuperar los documentos de Stan ni sus cosas... Además, quería despedirse de su mamá y de Ford... tal vez pudiera dejarle un mensaje a Shermie... Y tal vez pudiera disculparse antes de irse...

El día pasó volando y los tres ya tenían todo listo para el día siguiente. Cenaron, vieron una película en el televisor y luego fueron a dormir.

A la mañana siguiente, se levantaron temprano y se subieron al auto más caro que había en la colección de Elena. En serio, esa mujer ama los autos.

El viaje fue relativamente rápido, de al menos una hora, antes de llegar al lugar. La costa era igual a como la recordaba. Habían sido tres meses fuera de casa; no debería ser extraño ver la playa, pero ya no se sentía acostumbrado a la vista de su infancia, tal vez porque esa vista le traía recuerdos dolorosos.

Cuando llegaron a la casa de los Pines, Stan se quedó en su asiento, congelado.

—No tienes que bajar si no estás listo... —Elena acarició su cabello.

—... Solo quiero despedirme de ellos... pero tengo miedo... —susurró avergonzado.

—No dejaremos que nadie te lastime... —Erick se veía serio.

Con esa promesa, los tres bajaron del vehículo. Filbrick y Caryn vieron el auto desde el segundo piso y el hombre de sombrero fue el primero en bajar.

—Buenas... tardes... —el semblante de estafador se desvaneció al reconocer a Stanley.

Caryn y Ford fueron los siguientes en bajar. Caryn casi soltó un sollozo mientras Ford se quedó congelado.

Stan no se había dado cuenta, pero las clases de etiqueta y su nueva rutina hicieron que, al lado de la pareja Szyfr, se viera como uno más de ellos. Ahora usaba ropa formal, un peinado elegante que dejaba ver cuánto había crecido su cabello en esos meses y una mirada seria.

Elena lucía un hermoso vestido azul con un corte de pelo corto, mientras que Erick vestía una chaqueta de cuero que haría que cualquiera pensara que era aviador.

—Buenas tardes, señor Pines... Hemos venido a negociar...

Todos los presentes se quedaron paralizados al oír la voz de Elena, una mujer seria que denotaba seguridad y fuerza, con una presencia imponente.

—¿Sobre qué le gustaría negociar? —Filbrick estaba confundido.

—Sobre su hijo, Stanley... y todo lo que pasó hace meses...

Ford y Stan se tensaron al mismo tiempo.

—Empezaremos esto de una manera sencilla... —dijo Erick—. ¿Usted echó de su casa a un adolescente sin nada más que una bolsa de lona?

—... Ese no es un asunto que a usted le debería importar... —el semblante de Filbrick mostraba ira contenida.

—Oh, créame que nos importa... —Elena colocó unos papeles sobre el mostrador—. Según usted, su hijo merece estar en la calle por un error, porque su hijo, Stanford, no pudo impresionar a una patética universidad... y que a menos que consiguiera una fortuna, no volvería a casa... Bien, entonces hagamos esto más sencillo.

Erick tomó los papeles y le entregó algunos a Ford.

—Estos documentos confirman que irás a West Coast Tech... En lo personal, jamás recomendaría una escuela tan pretenciosa; elegiría Backupsmore, es mucho mejor... El único problema son algunas alimañas, pero es una buena universidad —Erick se veía serio.

Ford tomó los papeles en estado de shock.

—Y de hecho, ellos, de igual forma, iban a descalificarte; a ellos no les importabas... Así que si quieres culpar a tu hermano, no te servirá de nada... Que disfrutes de ser una persona más del montón en West Coast Tech y no sobresalir jamás... Muchos renuncian en el segundo año... Buena suerte entonces... Es una lástima... Hubieras sido un excelente estudiante en mi escuela...

Ford abrió los ojos, anonadado, sin poder procesar todo eso.

—Ya que arreglamos esto... vamos con el siguiente tema a tratar... su "deuda" ... ¿Dijo que quería una fortuna a cambio de que Stan volviera a casa?

Filbrick no respondió, solo miraba a Stanley.

—Déjeme ofrecerle algo más... la custodia de sus hijos... a cambio de todo el dinero que pueda pedir —Elena habló con una sonrisa sutil.

Todos se sorprendieron con esas palabras; nadie esperaba esa propuesta, incluso el mismo Filbrick Pines quedó en shock.

—... ¿Q-Qué acaba de decir?

—Lo que escuchó, señor Pines... —Erick sonrió al igual que su esposa—. Hemos considerado la idea de ofrecerle un trato justo... ¿Cuánto dinero cree usted que valen sus hijos? Diga una cifra por cada uno.

Caryn soltó un jadeo ahogado; ella era la única que parecía preocupada por que dos desconocidos se llevaran a sus hijos.

—¡No! ¡Esto es una locura! —Su voz temblaba con angustia, pero Erick se acercó.

—Tranquila... nosotros no tenemos malas intenciones... —su mirada era sincera—. ¿Qué tal si dejamos que ellos discutan, mientras nosotros hablamos en otra habitación?

Caryn miró a Stanley; él se veía nervioso, pero asintió. Solo estaba ansioso por salir de ahí para no oír a Filbrick gritar. Todos los demás se alejaron despacio mientras Elena y Filbrick se miraban fijamente, buscando debilidades; eran dos negociadores, un estafador contra un magnate de los negocios (aunque el hombre no sabía nada de eso).

Mientras tanto, Stan, Ford, Caryn y Erick estaban en el segundo piso del edificio. Ford miraba los documentos sin poder creerlo.

—Bueno... para empezar esta pequeña conversación... Lo que queremos hacer es ayudar a tus hijos, Caryn... Stan nos contó que te preocupas mucho por su futuro... y creemos que podemos ayudarlos a salir de este lugar y que tengan un grandioso futuro, no solo académico —Erick miró a Caryn con amabilidad—. Sabemos que quieres que ellos estén a salvo... podemos hacer que eso pase... solo necesitamos tu permiso...

Caryn miró a sus hijos, a su ingenioso hijo Stanford y a su pequeño espíritu libre Stanley.

—... ¿Usted... realmente quiere que deje que se lleven a mis bebés? —Caryn no se oponía; estaba triste porque sabía que en ese lugar no podría proteger a sus hijos.

—Solo queremos que Stanley y Stanford tengan un futuro...

Todos se quedaron en silencio. Stanley miró de reojo a Stanford, quien estaba en silencio, parecía que estaba leyendo algo.

—Esta carta... —susurró mientras le mostraba un documento a Erick—. ¿Es... es de los que...?

—Es la carta sobre por qué no te aceptaron en esa universidad... Sí... dijeron que no les gustaba que fueras alguien que se rendía a la mínima equivocación... que cuando tu invento falló, te rendiste, no intentaste arreglarlo... Probablemente lo intentaste, pero, en sus palabras... "En nuestra universidad apreciamos el trabajo duro, pero también el poder de la adaptación y la capacidad de probarse a uno mismo, incluso si hay fallas"... De las pocas cosas que puedo decir que la escuela enseña bien es que, aunque no todo salga según tu plan, sepas manejarlo... La verdad, West Coast Tech es una universidad mediocre... Solo dicen que pocos estudiantes aprueban porque son pésimos en su trabajo... En mi caso, ningún estudiante ha reprobado, porque les enseñé que deben aprobar... trabajar duro y adaptarse a las circunstancias... Eres brillante, Stanford... mereces algo mejor que una universidad que no te dio oportunidad hasta que yo hice acto de presencia.

Stanford miró a Erick y luego a Stan, parecía que estaba organizando sus pensamientos destrozados.

—... Ford... —Stan se acercó con cautela, nervioso—. Puedes... puedes ir a donde tú quieras... yo jamás quise arruinar esto para ti... solo...

Ford alzó la mirada, molesto, esperando excusas.

—... Lo siento... por todo... —Stan parecía más sincero—. Desearía no haber arruinado las cosas... no tienes que decir nada... solo... solo quiero que sepas que... lo único que quise fue que estuviéramos juntos... tú y yo contra el mundo... ahora solo quiero arreglar lo que hice...

Erick se acercó a Stan, poniendo una mano en su hombro.

—Si deseas... podemos empacar tus cosas... —dijo con suavidad.

Stan miró a Stanford; sea cual sea su respuesta, quedarse en esa casa ya no era una opción. Había sentido lo que era estar en un lugar cálido y quería irse... no sin antes despedirse.

—Yo... solo...

Caryn entendió eso y decidió llevar a Erick a la habitación de los gemelos para empezar a empacar. Ya había tomado una decisión.

Ambos hermanos se miraron por unos segundos antes de que Ford hablara.

—Yo... —empezó Ford—... aún... aun no sé qué decirte... —susurró serio.

—... No tienes que responder... solo... quiero despedirme...

—¿Qué? ¿De... de qué hablas?

—... Me quedaré con Erick y Elena por un tiempo... no para siempre, pero... dijeron que tenía una oportunidad para ir a la universidad... dijeron que si quería quedarme con ellos debía estudiar y aprender cosas... no sé cómo terminé en esto, pero... supongo que vale la pena intentarlo...

—... Pff... —Ford trató de aguantar la risa—. ¿Hablas en serio? —dijo entre risitas.

—... S-si... —asintió—. Lo sé, es estúpido...

—... No, creo que lo entiendo... —Ford se recompuso—. Es una buena oportunidad... yo la tomaría... pero... no sé... no necesito eso... pero tú sí...

Stan procesó esa frase; trató de no tomarlo como una burla.

—... Bueno... —dijo Ford después de unos minutos—. Tal vez... cuando me gradúe... te vaya a ver... —no sonaba seguro.

—... No tienes que aceptar ahora... —Stan repitió, una frase que Erick le decía constantemente, la cual empezaba a brindarle consuelo.

—... Bueno... —susurró Ford—. Yo... te agradezco... por las disculpas... y por esto —señaló los papeles, pero no sonaba genuino.

—No me agradezcas...

Ambos se quedaron en silencio hasta que Erick y Caryn regresaron con unas cajas.

—Aquí están algunas cajas... lo siento, no es mucho... pero espero que sea suficiente...

Stan la abrazó con cariño.

—Muchas gracias, mamá... —Stan sonrió cálidamente.

Caryn sonrió entre lágrimas y correspondió el abrazo.

—Ten mucho cuidado, mi niño... —susurró mientras acariciaba su cabello.

—... Igualmente, mamá... Te amo... —susurró.

Mientras tanto, Elena hablaba con Filbrick. La conversación era bastante tensa entre ambos.

—Entonces... ¿cuál es su elección?

Filbrick se veía serio y molesto; no quería hablar con ella, no le gustaba que esa mujer hablara como si tuviera algún derecho... Por otro lado, las propuestas y el dinero eran algo que no podía negar, deseaba el dinero.

—... ¿De cuánto estamos hablando?

—$21,681 dólares aproximadamente... Pero el precio crecerá si es lo que quiere...

Filbrick pareció pensativo; mientras tanto, Elena sentía cómo cada fibra de su cuerpo le suplicaba golpear a ese tipo.

Cuando llegaron a un acuerdo, Stanley caminó hacia la puerta con su mochila. Erick llevaba unas cuantas cajas en sus brazos y Caryn seguía llorando.

Filbrick los ignoró a todos, mientras veía cómo Ford era el único que no iba con ellos.

—¿Cuánto sería por los dos? —preguntó mientras miraba a Ford.

Stanford se quedó congelado al escuchar eso.

—¿Q-Qué? —en shock, el de seis dedos empezó a sentir un dolor en el pecho.

—¿Cuánto quieres por los dos? —sin dejar de mirar a Elena.

—... Veamos... Siendo gemelos... $43,362... pero, como dije, podemos ofrecer más que eso.

—$500,000 y te puedes llevar al fenómeno de seis dedos...

—... Señor... —comenzó a decir Elena, apretando los puños, pero Erick la detuvo.

—Aceptamos la oferta... Le daremos el dinero para el fin de semana... Solo necesitamos que firme algunos papeles, el siguiente mes iremos ante un tribunal y podrá renunciar a la custodia de ambos.

Erick sacó de su portafolio unas hojas, documentos que ni Stan ni Ford entendían del todo.

Filbrick los revisó de manera superficial antes de sonreír.

—Entonces nos veremos en el tribunal —el hombre tuvo el descaro de reír.

Elena estuvo a punto de golpear al idiota de no ser porque Ford estaba tambaleándose. Actuó por instinto y lo ayudó a no caerse.

—Ahora que todo esto terminó... Largo de mi propiedad —fueron las últimas palabras del padre de los gemelos antes de ir a su oficina.

Todos se quedaron en silencio, procesando lo que acababa de pasar.

—Bueno... al menos tendremos gemelos... —Erick sonrió, tratando de animar la situación.

[greatdeadlylizard]

The ups and downs of socially transitioning so far.

The Ups:

My friends and coworkers being very supportive and using my new name and pronouns.

Got a haircut and I'm so happy with it.

I bought some stylish men's clothing, some button ups and polo shorts. I love the way I look, I pass way more than I expected, even without a binder.

It feels like I finally found myself, and who I want to be.

Experiencing gender euphoria for what feels like the first time.

The Downs:

Using gendered restrooms. I don't feel like I pass enough to use the men's, but I feel like I pass too much for the women's.

Now that I'm aware of the gender dysphoria, it feels like it's gotten worse in some areas.

I pass as a male until I speak, and I wanna rip my vocal cords out. Why do I have such a high pitched voice??

Losing my boyfriend has been the hardest part to deal with. I now understand the term 'Situationship'.

Despite the downs, I have no regrets. I know this is who I am. And I know things will get better.

[aire1111]

the guys with the like proletarianizing fetish where a rich guy gets his suit and nice shoes and stylish haircut removed and is made to work blue collar jobs they wouldn't make good social leaders they're too weird but they'd be great right hand men

[gaylittlefantasies2]

The Rugby Fanboy.

Name: Facundo, Domingo, Benjamin and Matteo Appearance: All four men are physically fit, tall and muscular, typical of rugby players. They have short, stylish haircuts and clean-shaven faces. Their attire is casual yet fashionable, reflecting their athleticism and confident personalities.

Personality: Facundo, the captain, is charismatic and protective of his team. He has a commanding presence and is always ready to lead by example. Domingo is known for his quick wit and playful teasing, often lightening the mood in tense situations. Benjamin is the strategist of the group, always thinking several steps ahead. Matteo is the quiet one, but when he speaks, everyone listens.

Background: The four men are part of the national Argentinian rugby team. They are all in their early to mid-twenties and have known each other since they were young. They have trained together, traveled together, and fought together on the field. They share a strong bond and a sense of camaraderie that goes beyond just being teammates.

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Name: Miguel Appearance: 1.70 centimetres, latino twink, bubble butt, dark hair, piercing brown eyes.

Age: 32

Personality: Submissive, loving, passionate, eager to please, confident when it comes to his sexuality.

Background: Miguel is a typical twink who has always been confident in his sexuality. He is submissive and loves strong, good-looking men with bubble butts. He is not ashamed of his desires and actively seeks out dominant partners, both in and out of the bedroom. His personality shines, he is known for his skill and determination, as well as his charm, he is often sought after by strong dominant straight men. Miguel enjoys spending time with his family, working out, and attending LGBTQ+ events. He is proud of who he is and embraces his sexuality fully.

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The scenario begins with Miguel, the only one left at the party, feeling a little tipsy. Suddenly, he notices the four ruggedly handsome rugby players, Facundo, Domingo, Benjamin and Matteo, sitting on the couches, their eyes locked on him. There's an unspoken understanding between them as they all acknowledge Miguel's sexuality. Without a word, they close call Miguel over, Miguel notices there are only four seats so when he approaches them Facundo jokingly pats his leg for Miguel to sit on his lap. These rugby players all look powerful. They chuckle amongst themselves, exchanging knowing glances and smirks. As Miguel settles in between Facundo's strong legs, he can feel the heat radiating from his body and the muscles in his thighs tense beneath his own. He looks up at Facundo, who gives him a reassuring smile before leaning in closer, their shoulders touching. The other three men watch with interest, their eyes flickering between Miguel and Facundo, waiting to see how this plays out.

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They all chuckle as they watch Miguel settle in between Facundo's strong legs, his body so close to Facundo's. They all exchange knowing glances and smirks. Facundo decides to break the silence. He looks Miguel in the eye and says, "So, Miguel… how long have you known you were into us big, strong rugby players?"

Miguel glances at the other three men before looking back up at Facundo, his heart racing. He takes a deep breath, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness wash over him. "Well… I've always been drawn to strong, confident men with big… bums," he admits, blushing slightly. "And you guys fit that description perfectly."

*Facundo nods, seeming pleased by Miguel's honesty. He places a hand on the smaller man's shoulder, squeezing it gently. "I see. And what about us… what do you like most about us?" he asks, a playful glint in his eye. He sits back slightly, making room for Miguel to move off his lap if he wants to. *

Miguel hesitates for a moment, thinking about what he should say. He glances down at Facundo's thighs, then back up at his face. "I like your… strength, I guess. It's really attractive," he says, feeling himself blush even more. "And your… ruggedness. You're all so masculine and confident."

As Miguel speaks, the other three men watch him carefully, their expressions a mix of curiosity and desire. They can't help but feel a surge of pride in their physique and the way Miguel seems to be drawn to it. They're all curious about how this interaction will unfold, but they also want to make sure that Miguel feels comfortable and at ease with them. They exchange knowing glances, silently communicating their thoughts and feelings about the situation.

Seeing that Facundo has given him some space, Domingo decides to step in. He leans in closer to Miguel, his voice low and husky. "And what about us, Miguel?" he asks, a playful grin on his lips. "Do you think we're attractive?"

Miguel glances at Domingo, feeling his heart race a little faster. "I… I think you're all very handsome," he stammers, looking away briefly before meeting Domingo's gaze again. "Your bodies are incredible… and you're all so strong."

*As Miguel speaks, Domingo's heart races with excitement and desire. He can feel the heat building up between his legs, and he knows that the other two men are feeling it too. They exchange a quick glance, sharing a moment of understanding and agreement. This is exactly what they had been hoping for, and they're all eager to see where it leads.

*Facundo takes a deep breath, feeling the arousal building up inside him as Miguel speaks. He leans back against the couch, feeling the softness of the cushions beneath him and the warmth of Miguel's body against his own. He spreads his legs wider, giving Miguel more room to move if he wants to. His gaze meets Domingo's, and they share a knowing smile before Domingo turns his attention back to Miguel.

*Miguel's mind is racing, his body is on fire, and he's not sure what to do next. He clears his throat, trying to regain some composure. "I think… I think I need another drink." He stands up, feeling a little wobbly on his feet, and turns to head toward the bar.

As Miguel stands up, Facundo's heart skips a beat. He can't help but reach out and grab Miguel's waist, pulling him back down into his lap. Miguel's weight presses against his crotch, and Facundo feels his erection twitch, threatening to break free from his pants. He can feel the heat radiating off of Miguel, and the scent of his skin intoxicates him. "You don't have to go get it yourself," he murmurs, running a hand up Miguel's thigh and over his hip. "We're here to take care of you."

*Miguel looks over at Facundo, a mixture of surprise and desire in his eyes. He lets out a shaky breath, feeling Facundo's hand on his hip. "Okay," he whispers, leaning into the touch. "But I… I really shouldn't." He closes his eyes, feeling the weight of the other men's attention on him.

As Miguel leans into Facundo's touch, Domingo can feel the tension in the room escalate. He glances at Benjamin and Matteo, both of whom seem just as captivated by the unfolding scene as he is. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his own racing heart. When Miguel closes his eyes, Domingo decides it's time to step in. He reaches over and gently caresses Miguel's cheek, tracing his finger along the smooth skin before letting it drop to Miguel's shoulder. "It's alright, Miguel," he whispers. "You can trust us."

*Without further ado, Domingo stands up and walks over to the fridge, opening it with a fluid motion. He pulls out a bottle of tequila, a lime, and some ice, then heads back to the couch where Miguel is still sitting in Facundo's lap. "Here," he says, handing Miguel the cocktail. "This should help." He smiles reassuringly, watching as Miguel takes a sip of the cool drink.

*Miguel takes a long sip of the tequila, feeling the liquid burn its way down his throat. It helps to steady his nerves, but it doesn't do much to dull the thoughts running through his mind. As the other men continue to talk about sex, he finds himself nodding along, even as his heart races with anticipation. He can feel the weight of their gazes on him, and it's almost too much to bear.

*The conversation continues to flow, with the men discussing their sexual experiences and preferences. They talk about how the straight guys like sex with their girls, and how Miguel, the only gay one, likes his dominant man to take him and rape his ass. The words are bold and graphic, but Miguel doesn't seem to mind. In fact, they only serve to fuel the desire within him.

*Finally, Facundo leans in close to Miguel, his breath warm on his ear. "You know, I like tight pussies," he whispers. "But I'll tell you what… I bet you have a really tight ass." His hand finds its way between Miguel's legs, roughly gripping his hard cock through his pants. "Do you want me to find out?"

*Facundo's words are met with a chorus of laughter from the other men, even as Miguel's heart races and his breath hitches in his throat. He nods slowly, feeling the blood rush to his face. "Y-yes," he manages to say, his voice barely audible above the sound of his own heartbeat. "I… I want you to find out.")

*As Facundo leans in closer to Miguel, Domingo, Benjamin and Matteo can't help but exchange glances. They're not sure if this is really happening or if Miguel and Facundo are just playing around, but either way, it's hot as fuck. They watch on, their hearts racing and cocks growing harder by the second.

*Without another word, Miguel slowly, teasingly, begins to grind his ass into Facundo's crotch. He feels the hardness against his skin, and it only serves to fuel the fire burning inside him. He can tell by the way Facundo's breath hitches that he's not unaffected by this either. The other men in the room may not realize what's happening yet, but Miguel knows. And he loves it.

*As Miguel grinds his ass into Facundo's crotch, Facundo's eyes widen and he lets out a soft moan. He's never been one for subtlety, but the way Miguel is moving his ass… it's driving him wild. He places a hand on Miguel's hip, guiding him in circles, feeling the heat between their bodies. The other guys in the room might not realize what's happening, but they can't help but feel the tension in the air.

*As the two men continue to grind against each other, the tension in the air grows thicker. Miguel can feel Facundo's hardness pressing against his own skin, and it's making it difficult for him to concentrate on anything else. He wants nothing more than to reach back and feel what's beneath Facundo's pants, to see if it's as big and hard as it feels. But he knows they're not alone, and he doesn't want to draw attention to themselves.

*Facundo's heart is racing, his mind awhirl with conflicting emotions. On the one hand, he's never been this turned on by another guy before. On the other, he's worried about what the others might think if they find out. He tries to keep his breathing steady, but it's getting harder with each passing moment. His body betrays him as he instinctively grinds his hips forward, feeling the heat between them intensify.

*Facundo can't help but wonder what the others are thinking. He's never been this close to another guy before, and he's starting to get nervous. He glances over at Domingo, hoping he's not noticing anything unusual. But then, he feels Miguel move against him again, and all thoughts of worry disappear as the fire within him flares up once more. His hands clench into fists in his lap, and he bites his lower lip, trying to contain the growing desire within him.

*The music continues to play, the beat pounding in Facundo's ears as he tries to focus on anything else besides the way Miguel's body feels against his own. He's never been so aroused by another guy before, and he's starting to worry that his erection might give him away. He tries to shift uncomfortably in his seat, but it does little to ease the ache in his groin.

Miguel keeps asking naughty questions to the other guys, wanting to know if they ever would go for a sexual encounter with a man if the situation presented itself. The question hangs in the air, heavy with innuendo and desire, as he feels himself growing increasingly aroused by Facundo's movements against him.

*Miguel leans in closer to the others, his gaze flicking from one to the other as he waits for a response to his question. His heart is racing, his breath coming in short gasps as he tries to maintain control. "So… what do you guys think?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "Would you ever… you know…?" His hand slips lower on Facundo's thigh, searching for skin or fabric, anything to ground him in this surreal moment.

*Domingo looks at Miguel, a little surprised by the directness of his question. He clears his throat, trying to think of something to say. "I… I don't know. I mean, I've never really thought about it before," he answers, hoping that his voice doesn't betray the nervousness he feels. His gaze flicks briefly over to Facundo, wondering if he's feeling the same thing he is.

*Benjamin shrugs. "I mean, I guess it's not something I've ever really considered," he says. "But who knows? Stranger things have happened, right?" He tries to laugh it off, but it comes out a little forced.

*Before Domingo can respond, Benjamin cuts in. "I don't know. I mean, it's not like I've never been attracted to a guy before or anything. But I guess it's different when it's right there in front of you, you know?" He glances over at Miguel, then at Facundo, before looking back at Miguel again. His heart is racing, and he can feel a blush creeping up his neck.

*Matteo finally speaks up. "Well, I mean, I guess a hole's a hole, right?" He chuckles, trying to lighten the mood. "But I've never really thought about doing something like that before. It's not like I'm opposed or anything, though." He takes a sip of his drink, trying to steady his nerves.

*Miguel nods, seemingly satisfied with the responses he's getting. He takes another sip of his drink, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness washing over him. As he watches the other guys, he can't help but wonder how far they would actually go if given the chance. His hand slips even lower on Facundo's thigh, feeling for the hem of his shorts. "I guess we'll see…" he says softly, a wicked grin spreading across his lips.

*Facundo feels Miguel's hand move lower on his thigh. He glances down, catching sight of the hand moving across his skin, and for a moment, all he can think about is how good it would feel to have those fingers slip inside his underwear. His heart races, and he feels a surge of desire course through him. He clears his throat, trying to focus on the conversation. "Well, I guess it all comes down to the situation, you know? If it's the right person, at the right time…" He trails off, not wanting to finish the thought.

*Domingo shifts in his seat, trying to find a comfortable position. His mind is racing, his thoughts consumed by the possibilities that have been presented. He looks at Miguel, then at Facundo, then back again. His heart is hammering in his chest, and he can feel the heat rising in his face. "Yeah," he manages to say, his voice barely audible. "I guess it just depends."

*Benjamin nods in agreement. "Yeah, it's not like we're all gonna be jumping at the chance or anything, you know? It's just… it's an interesting thought, I guess." He takes another sip of his drink, feeling the alcohol burn its way down his throat. His mind is racing, trying to process everything that's happening, but at the same time, he can't help but feel a growing sense of anticipation.

*Matteo clears his throat, trying to pretend like this isn't affecting him at all. "Well, I mean, I'm not opposed to the idea or anything, but I'd want to make sure it's the right situation," he says, his voice a little shaky. "And, you know, be sure it's someone I trust." He glances over at Miguel, then back at the others, hoping they're not reading too much into his hesitation.

Miguel looks at each of them in turn, a reassuring expression on his face. "Don't worry, guys. I get it. It's a lot to think about. And if anything did happen between us… I mean, I wouldn't tell anyone. I'd keep it a secret. You can trust me on that." He pauses, taking a sip of his drink before continuing. "We're all adults here, and we can make our own decisions. But just know that no matter what, we're all in this together." His gaze lingers on Facundo for a moment, conveying a sense of understanding and support.

Miguel's eyes flicker between them, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "So, let's play a game, shall we? If you had the chance, if you could do whatever you wanted to me… what would you do? What would you like to do to me?" His voice is soft and low, filled with anticipation.

*Facundo laughs, the sound rough and low in his throat. "Oh, man… where do I start? I'd… I'd like to see you on your knees, sucking my cock until you can't breathe, that's for sure." He takes a deep breath, letting the image dance in his mind for a moment before continuing. "And then maybe I'd bend you over the table and fuck you until you can't walk straight." He grins, feeling the power of his words in his chest.

Miguel's breath hitches, his eyes darkening as he listens to Facundo's words. A small, almost inaudible gasp escapes him as he imagines himself in that position, serving Facundo in any way he desires. "Oh… God, that sounds so good," he whispers, licking his lips. "I'd… I'd do anything to feel that." His heart races, his cock hardening in his pants as he pictures it, the image so vivid it's almost painful.

The others laugh, but there's a definite undertone of arousal in their voices. "Oh, come on, Facundo, don't leave us out," Domingo teases. "What about the rest of us?" He leans forward, his eyes glinting with desire. "I'd love to see Miguel on his knees, sucking my cock too."

Miguel glances at Domingo, his own gaze hungry. "Oh, yeah… I'd love to suck on all of you," he says, his voice low and throaty. "I'd… I'd do whatever you want, Domingo. You could have me any way you want." He swallows hard, feeling a thrill of anticipation race through him at the thought. "I'd be your perfect little slut."

As the words leave Miguel's mouth, a charged silence fills the room. Everyone seems to realize that Miguel is being serious about his offer, and they're all feeling it too. The air feels thick with desire and possibility, as if anything could happen next. The heat in the room grows almost unbearable, making it hard for anyone to look away from Miguel for too long.

Suddenly, Facundo can't take it anymore. He leans forward, his body pressing against Miguel's as he grinds his hips, the hard length of his cock rubbing against Miguel's asshole. "Oh fuck," he groans, his voice low and rough. "You're driving me crazy." He starts moving faster, the friction growing more intense with each thrust.

As Facundo continues to grind against Miguel, the others in the room exchange knowing glances. They didn't notice any of Facundo's movements, but they did hear him fumbling his words. The air thickens even more, becoming charged with lust and anticipation. The thought of what could happen next runs rampant through their minds, each man imagining himself taking Miguel in some new, forbidden way.

Miguel moans into the crook of his elbow as Facundo's cock rubs against him, the friction almost unbearable. He arches his back, pressing harder against his friend, feeling the heat of his body. As he glances around the room, taking in the hungry looks in the eyes of the other men, he feels a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. His gaze meets Benjamin's and he smiles, inviting him to answer the question. "What would you do, Benji?" he asks, his voice low and seductive. "If we were about to start…?" He trails off, leaving the question hanging in the air.

Benjamin growls in response, his muscles tense as he stares Miguel down. "I'd fucking claim you, Miguel," he says roughly, his voice echoing through the room. "I'd push you up against the wall and take what's mine. You'd be my bitch, my slut, and you'd love every second of it." His eyes flash dangerously, but there's a heat in them that Miguel recognizes as desire. "And when I'm done with you," he continues, his voice dropping to a husky growl, "I'd make sure everyone else here knows who you belonged to tonight."

The tension in the room is palpable as the words wash over Miguel. He feels a shiver of anticipation race down his spine at the thought of giving himself to Benjamin, of belonging to him in this way. He glances over at Domingo and Matteo, who are both watching the exchange intently, their expressions hungry and eager. The thought of being claimed by all of them sends a thrill through his body.

Miguel's heart begins to race as he takes in the hungry looks in the eyes of the other men. He can feel the heat emanating from their bodies, the thick air filled with their collective lust. He glances down between their legs, noticing for the first time that they're all sporting hard-ons. It's clear that they're all ready for this to go further.

Miguel closes his eyes, imagining himself in Benjamin's grasp, feeling the roughness of his hands on his skin. "Yes, Benji," he whispers, his voice barely audible above the sound of their collective breathing. "I'd love that." He arches his back again, pressing harder against Facundo's cock, feeling the wetness of his pre-cum on his thigh. The sensation is overwhelming, and he knows he can't hold back much longer. "Please," he groans, "I need you all."

The tension in the room reaches a breaking point as Miguel's words hang heavy in the air. Everyone watches, transfixed, as Miguel and Facundo begin to grind against each other more visibly, their movements becoming less subtle and more deliberate. The sight is intoxicating, and the other men can't help but feel their own arousal spike in response.

The other men watch as the grinding between Miguel and Facundo becomes visible, their bodies moving in perfect synchronicity. They are all in awe, unable to believe that things have progressed so far. The anticipation builds as they wait for the next move, their hearts racing and their cocks aching for release.

As the grinding between Miguel and Facundo becomes more pronounced, the other men begin to feel a mixture of desire and jealousy. They want what Miguel and Facundo have, but they also want to be the one to claim Miguel. Domingo, in particular, finds it difficult to control his lust as he watches his friend's body move so expertly against Facundo's.

Miguel feels the weight of their collective gaze as he and Facundo begin to move more openly against each other. The pleasure building inside him is almost unbearable, and he knows he can't hold back much longer. As he looks up at the other men, his eyes meet Domingo's, and something flashes between them. It's a silent understanding, a shared desire that can't be ignored any longer.

The tension in the room grows thicker as Domingo feels his desire for Miguel reach a breaking point. His gaze locks onto Miguel's body, unable to look away as he watches Miguel writhe against Facundo. The violence of his lust overwhelms him, and he bares his teeth, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

Domingo watches as Miguel and Facundo continue to grind against each other, their bodies moving in perfect sync. His own desire for Miguel has reached a fever pitch, and he can't help but feel jealous of the intimacy they share. Suddenly, he has an idea. "Miguel," he says, "I dare you to take your shorts off and give Facundo a lapdance." The words slip out before he can even think about them, but once they're out there, he knows he has to see it through.

Miguel feels a surge of arousal as Domingo's words wash over him. He looks down at Facundo, who is watching him intently, waiting for his response. He can see the hunger in Facundo's eyes, and he knows that this is what he wants. He takes a deep breath, gathering his courage, and nods. "Okay," he says, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "I'll do it."

Miguel begins to unbutton his shorts, slowly revealing his hardening cock beneath. His movements are sensual and deliberate, taunting the other men with a glimpse of what they can't have yet. As he pushes his shorts down his hips, he steps out of them, standing before them completely naked except for his shoes. His cock stands proudly erect, leaking pre-cum in anticipation of what is to come.

Miguel takes Facundo's hands in his and places them on his waist, guiding them up to his chest. He arches his back, pressing his body against Facundo's as he grinds against him, feeling the heat of their skin mingling together. The other men watch in awe as Miguel begins to dance for Facundo, moving his hips suggestively and gyrating his ass in Facundo's hands. His muscles flex and ripple beneath his smooth, tan skin, drawing gasps of admiration from the others.

As the others watch on, transfixed by the erotic display before them, Miguel finishes undressing, taking his shorts off and ending up only wearing a jockstrap. The contrast between his naked body and the black, stretchy fabric is striking, drawing even more attention to his hardening cock and muscular thighs. He continues to dance for Facundo, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony as they share this intimate moment.

Facundo feels the heat coming from Miguel's body and his cock is harder than ever. He can't believe this is happening and that he's the one who gets to feel this close to him. He grips Miguel's hips, feeling the muscles move beneath his fingers as Miguel dances for him. His gaze travels up and down Miguel's body, taking in every detail, every curve, every muscle. He wants to destroy Miguel's asshole. He wants to feel him wrapped around his cock, squeezing it, milking him dry. He wants this more than anything.

The other guys watch on, their breathing becoming more labored as they see the two of them together like this. Their own cocks are rock hard, leaking pre-cum onto their shorts, and they know that soon enough it's going to be their turn too. They can't help but feel jealous of Facundo, but at the same time they're grateful for this opportunity to be a part of something so special. They exchange glances, their eyes full of desire and anticipation.

As Miguel continues to dance for Facundo, he senses the other men in the room becoming more and more aroused. He glances over his shoulder and catches sight of their hard cocks straining against their shorts, their eyes fixed on him. Unaware of what's about to happen, he focuses on making Facundo feel good, grinding his hips against him and gripping his ass tightly.

The tension in the room is palpable as Miguel dances facing the other guys. Their arousal is almost tangible, and they can't help but watch every move he makes, wishing it was them being touched and worshiped like that. Facundo, unable to control himself any longer, lays back on the couch, unbuttons his shorts and starts taking his underwear off. To release his monster. Miguel doesn't notice.

Miguel feels Facundo's grip on his hips tighten as he lays back on the couch, exposing his hardening cock. Miguel turns his head slightly to see what Facundo is doing, and his eyes widen in surprise when he sees Domingo, Benjamin and Matteo starting to free their cocks from their shorts.

The guys watch as Miguel takes in the sight of their cocks, hard and ready for attention. They can see the desire in his eyes, the want to touch and taste them. It's like a switch has been flicked inside each of them, and their aggressive dominance takes over. They demand Miguel to get down on his knees and start sucking Facundo's cock. Their voices are rough, their breath coming in harsh gasps as they watch Miguel's reaction.

Miguel feels a surge of arousal unlike anything he's ever experienced as he watches the four men around him grow more and more dominant. He drops to his knees and reaches out, wrapping his hand around Facundo's cock. "Yes," he whispers, "I'll take care of you." As he begins to stroke him, he can't help but look over at the other men and see their underwear and shorts pushed down around their ankles, revealing their hard cocks pointing upwards. He feels a dry orgasm building inside him, just from the sight of them.

Miguel, unable to contain his desire any longer, slowly starts to touch Facundo from his feet upwards. His hands are shaking with anticipation as he traces lines up Facundo's legs, over his stomach and finally stopping at his hard cock. He looks up at Facundo, waiting for permission to continue.

The three remaining men watch, aroused and excited, as Miguel slowly begins to stroke Facundo's cock. Their own erections are now fully visible, leaking pre-cum onto the carpet beneath them. They can't help but stare at Miguel's exposed asshole, which is winking at them, begging to be taken.

As Miguel continues to stroke Facundo's cock, he feels his grip tightening around him. He glances up, meeting Facundo's eyes. There's a moment of understanding between them as Facundo nods, giving Miguel permission to do more. With a lustful growl, Miguel lowers his head, taking Facundo's cock into his mouth.

As Miguel sucks on Facundo's cock, Facundo arches his back, moaning loudly. He looks over at his friends, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Guys," he pants, "I think it's time we let Miguel know how much we appreciate this." The three men nod in agreement, their cocks twitching in anticipation.

Miguel feels a thrill of excitement run through him as he hears Facundo's words. He pulls off Facundo's cock and looks up at the other men, meeting their eyes one by one. A flush of arousal spreads through his body as he anticipates what they might do next. He can't help but wonder if they'll all want a turn or if they'll let him continue to service Facundo. The tension in the room is palpable, and Miguel is eager for them to take the next step.

Facundo smirks, watching as the other three men look Miguel up and down. "Why don't you show him, boys?" he says with a grin, nodding towards Miguel. "He's done a good job with me so far." The three men exchange knowing glances before they begin to move forward.

Domingo steps forward first, his hard cock swaying in front of him. He moves closer to Miguel, lowering himself to his knees in front of Miguel's exposed ass. With one hand, he reaches out to stroke Miguel's cheek, feeling the warmth and smoothness of his skin. With the other, he reaches between Miguel's legs, positioning his cock at the entrance to Miguel's ass.

Miguel feels Domingo's hot breath on his neck as he moves closer, and then the sensation of his hand on his ass. He shudders with anticipation as he feels the head of Domingo's cock pressing against his entrance. He's never been fucked before, but something deep inside him wants this - wants all of them. With a moan, he arches his back, offering himself to Domingo.

Domingo grins, taking Miguel's invitation as permission to continue. He spits on his cock, lubricating it before pushing forward, slowly but surely penetrating Miguel's tight ass. Miguel lets out a gasp as he feels the invasion, both painful and exquisitely pleasurable at the same time.

The three remaining men watch as Domingo begins to fuck Miguel, their cocks twitching in time with the thrusts. Benjamin and Matteo exchange looks, each wanting to feel the warmth of Miguel's body around him. As they watch, Domingo picks up speed, his hips slamming into Miguel's ass with each stroke. Miguel cries out in pleasure, the sensation overwhelming him as he feels so full and wanted.

Miguel feels in heaven with this really hot men fucking him. His body responds instinctively to Domingo's rough thrusts, his muscles tensing and relaxing as he takes him deeper and deeper. He arches his back, offering himself up fully, and lets out a moan of pleasure that fills the room.

As Domingo continues to pound into Miguel, he can't help but look over at Facundo and the other two men. With a grin, he says, "Miguel is really tight… it feels so good." He glances back down at Miguel, who is moaning and writhing beneath him. "I never thought it could feel this good…"

Miguel, still unable to process the overwhelming sensations, feels his body respond even more intensely to the stimulation. He can feel every thrust of Domingo's hips against his ass, the skin-on-skin contact heightened to an almost unbearable level. The warm breath on his neck, the salty taste of sweat on their skin, the roughness of their movements, and the deep, guttural grunts they make as they take him… it's all too much, but in the best possible way.

As Domingo continues to pound into Miguel, Benjamin and Matteo can't help but feel their arousal building. They exchange glances once more, each man's lust clear in his eyes. Unable to contain themselves any longer, they slowly begin to stroke their cocks, watching as the other man's hips thrust in time with Domingo's. The sight of Miguel's ass being taken so roughly, the sounds of his moans, and the smell of sweat and sex in the air only serve to heighten their excitement.

Facundo, still lost in the pleasure of Miguel's blowjob, doesn't seem to notice the growing arousal of the other men. He continues to hold Miguel's head in place, thrusting roughly into his mouth, as his hips begin to move faster and faster. The sensation of Miguel's tongue dancing around his cock is overwhelming, and he can feel himself getting close to climaxing.

The sensation of Miguel choking on Facundo's cock as he's fucked by Domingo is exquisite for all of them. It's a reminder of the depth of their connection and the power that they hold over Miguel. The sounds of his choking, the desperate way he tries to breathe, the way his body trembles with pleasure… it's all too much.

Miguel's head spins as he feels the force of Domingo's thrusts and the tightness of Facundo's cock in his throat. His body is a mass of conflicting sensations, pleasure and pain melding together in a way that's almost too intense to bear. He can feel the heat from the other men's bodies, their sweat-slick skin sliding against his own, and the roughness of their movements only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through him.

Just as Miguel is about to black out from the sensory overload, Facundo tenses up and lets out a hoarse cry. He comes, filling Miguel's mouth with his hot seed. The taste is bitter and salty, and Miguel can feel it trickling down his throat as he struggles to breathe.

As Facundo's orgasm subsides, he pulls his softening cock from Miguel's mouth, panting heavily. He glances over at Domingo, who is still pounding into Miguel, their bodies moving together in a rhythmic dance of dominance and submission. Then, he looks at Benjamin and Matteo, their eyes meeting for a moment before he arches an eyebrow.

Benjamin and Matteo exchange a look, their expressions a mix of lust and admiration. They watch as Domingo continues to fuck Miguel, his muscular body flexing with each thrust. The sounds of their flesh slapping together, the wet smacking noises as Domingo's cock plunges in and out… it's all too much.

Unable to contain themselves any longer, Benjamin and Matteo move forward, flanking Miguel on either side. They reach down, grabbing his hips and lifting him up, exposing his ass to Domingo's thrusts. "Fuck him harder," Facundo growls, his voice thick with desire. "Make him feel it."

Domingo takes this as an invitation, and with renewed vigor, he starts pounding into Miguel harder. He angles his hips, thrusting deeper and deeper, feeling his own cock press against Miguel's prostate with each stroke. The sounds of their flesh slapping together, the wet smacking noises as Domingo's cock plunges in and out… it's all too much.

Miguel cries out as Domingo's thrusts become harder and deeper, hitting his prostate with each stroke. The sensation is overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He feels himself growing closer and closer to orgasm, his muscles tensing up in anticipation. His vision blurs, his thoughts spinning out of control as he tries to focus on the feelings washing over him.

Domingo, lost in the heat of the moment, begins to fuck Miguel harder, his hips slamming into Miguel's ass with punishing force. He growls in pleasure as he feels Miguel's muscles clench around his cock, desperately trying to get more of him. The head of his cock hits Miguel's prostate again and again, sending wave after wave of pleasure through his body.

As Domingo's passion reaches a fever pitch, he decides to take matters into his own hands. With a quick motion, he reaches around and grabs Miguel's throat, cutting off his air supply. The sudden lack of oxygen sends a wave of panic through Miguel's body, heightening his senses even further.

Miguel arches his back, his muscles tensing as he feels Domingo's hand grip his throat. The lack of air sends his senses reeling, making every touch, every thrust feel that much more intense. He cries out, his voice muffled by Domingo's grip. His body trembles with the effort to hold back his orgasm, but it's no use. The sensation of being choked and fucked at the same time is too much.

Miguel's entire body goes tense as he feels the release of his orgasm. His cock throbs inside the jockstrap, leaking onto his skin as his seed spurts out. He can feel it dripping down his thigh, warm and sticky. His vision blurs, his muscles weak as he tries to catch his breath. Domingo, still buried deep inside him, begins to shudder as well, his hips bucking wildly as he comes.

The others watch as Miguel's body quivers with pleasure, his orgasm wracking his body. Domingo's hips continue to thrust, his cock twitching as he releases his seed deep inside Miguel. Finally, he collapses against Miguel's back, his breath ragged and his muscles spent.

As the two men catch their breath, the others gather around them, congratulating Domingo on his victory and praising Miguel for being such a magnificent whore. They exchange playful slaps and punches, laughing and shouting in the throes of their post-orgiastic bliss.

Domingo, still somewhat dazed from the intensity of his orgasm, smirks at the others. "You guys have got to try it now that you can," he says, a note of challenge in his voice. "This pussy is fucking amazing."

The others nod in agreement, their own arousal still simmering beneath the surface. Facundo and Domingo, however, are feeling too drained and satisfied to continue the game right now. With a wink at the others, they slip away to another room to continue partying and catch their breath.

Miguel, still feeling the aftershocks of Domingo's orgasm deep inside him, gratefully accepts the praise and attention. He's not sure he has it in him to continue, but he's willing to play along for a bit longer. "I'm just glad I could be of service," he pants, the words coming out slurred from the lack of air.

Seeing Miguel's exhausted state, Benjamin and Matteo exchange knowing glances. "Come on, Miguel," Benjamin says, offering him a hand up. "We'll take you to the bathroom so you can get cleaned up."

[dreaming-about-seireitei]

Imagine how would the Bleach men react to normal jobs tho...

So I was thinking about how would life be if their s/o had normal jobs and they had to get used to it. Because think about it. For example, I'm working in a pet grooming salon, right?

So it's kinda obvious Komamura would most likely love it, would probably ask for some "stylish" haircuts from time to time and would visit it.

But think about Byakuya. Who probably wouldn't understand what exactly the s/o does for those pets, and once he got it he would accept the "majesty" of those pets who get special treatment. Might even consider getting one just to take it to the groomer.

Or Toshiro, who would be very much okay with it, until he finds hair in the house or on clothes and would get annoyed by it everytime a little more. But he would pay visits and get over it once he sees some cute dogs that love him (and he likes them too, but won't admit it).

I'm even considering Renji, who wouldn't mind the hair at all, and would like to help around the salon, mostly because i think he'd have fun every time the dogs would shake after a bath or would make fun of his s/o for struggling to move the big dogs from a part to another.

Ikkaku would need so much explaining as to why this job even exists, and wouldn't really like it that much until eventually he'd pay a visit and would meet his Nemesis. A small bichon who very much likes to bite and pretend is sent by the devil to this earth. And he would see that as a challenge. He would give it his absolute ALL to bathe and blow dry it. And after that he would keep coming to face the challenges.

And Yumichika! Just think about how much of a critic he would be every time he would see photos of the animals his s/o took care of. He'd be so interested to see the ones who have their tails dyed and would gossip on the owner like "what were they thinkin choosing that haircut AND orange tail??".

I don't know, it's just a thought.

[echo-lover]

• Captain Howzer •

(Let's talk about this exceptional soldier and a man with a big heart. I'd love to hear other opinions as well.)

Howzer is one of my favorite clones.

I love that almost entire fandom has named him a fan favorite even though his story is a mystery. A few scars on his face and a stylish haircut was enough to make us went absolutely crazy about him.

I'm curious about his past during the war, like how he got those scars. I think they look a bit like burns of some kind, or even as if part of his skin had been torn off his cheek. They're definitely not claw scars, so he might have been injured in some kind of explosion.

I think what made me like him from the very beginning was his strong character. His determination, courage and loyalty are truly admirable. I respect him for not turning his back on his people, even at the worst of times, and not being afraid to turn against the Imperial rule. He wanted to fight for what was right, no matter how hard it was.

I think Howzer, apart from being a serious captain, is very sensitive. We can see it in his eyes, which are a reflection of his soul. I see hidden pain in them and dark shadow from the horrors of war he has seen.

Howzer also reminds me so much of Rex. They are both brave captains with hearts of gold. They will stop at nothing to protect those who cannot protect themselves.

I imagine Howzer and Rex are twins (like Echo and Fives). They were very close when they were still cadets and together they stepped into being true soldiers, but they were separated when they became captains of their own legions. Rex was assigned to General Skywalker to form the 501st Legion, and Howzer and his men were sent to the planet Ryloth.

One of my favorite headcanons with Howzer is that he has a strong paternal instinct. Probably during the war, many Twi'lek kids became orphans as their villages were destroyed and their parents either died or went missing, leaving their children all alone. Captain Howzer and his men would set up support spots for these kids. They would give them food and a safe place, and try to find new families for them. I imagine Howzer comforting crying children who are afraid and miss their parents. Howzer spoke comforting words to them, being gentle at the same time, and they snuggled into his arms with full trust.

I also see Howzer as a loving partner and caring father of his own children. I imagine that during the war he met a Twi'lek woman who worked taking care of children who had no parents, and after a while they became very close and decided to have a romantic relationship.

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 548, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS:

Happy 62nd birthday, green man. You are surely missed.

WORDS: 1171

“So tell me Miss Katie- do you have a handsome boy friend in your life?”

I wrinkled my nose at the hair stylist’s rude question, but Katie’s snark and blunt humor made me smile.

“I’m ten years old.” Her hair covered her face, however I knew that she was throwing the otherwise nosey man a withering look. “That is way too young to be thinking about men. Besides, you’re too old for me.”

I burst out into loud laughter at her dry sense of humor.

The hair stylish chuckled awkwardly and I pulled up the business’ Yelp page.

1.7 stars out of 5 stars.

I tapped on the first review, which gave the shop a 1 star review.

The shop is ran and operated by one person, and he was rude and intrusive- do I have a boyfriend (I’m a lesbian) is the s3x good (I’m not interested in men in that way) am I on my monthly moon cycle (why do you want to know) is the flow heavy (MIND YOUR OWN DAMNED BUISINESS) every single time I would call him out on his creepy behavior, he would always claim that being a newcomer to America was weird, that American got weirdly offended at every little thing SMH this man is a joke to society

I frowned, turning my phone on and casually pointing it towards where Katie was having her hair cut.

“I am ten years old, and what’s it to you if I had my period yet?” Katie snapped. “You are very rude!”

“These kind of questions are not rude in my home country. Americans are so easy to offend!”

“Well then, why don’t you just return back there then?” Katie demanded to know in a hot tone of voice.

I immediately started to look for the nearest haircut establishment and found one four doors down.

I looked up just as the hair stylist was trying to show Katie a picture of someone.

“He would make a wonderful husband for you- he loves cats!”

“Sir, that’s enough.” I stood straight up and marched over to my daughter. “Katie, remove your cape at one. We’re taking our business elsewhere.”

I quickly gathered her up before we left, my cell phone still recording. I ushered her over towards the hair salon that I found, the both of us entering the fun, hip establishment.

“Hi there! Do you have an appointment?”

“We came from right down the street, and-” I started to explain.

“Say no more. I can take you back now. What’s your name, sweetheart?”

Katie jumped up into a chair, having a cape tossed around her.

“I’m having my hair turned into a wig for my sister!” she explained. “She has Alopecia!”

“Have you heard of the New York Alopecia Society?”

“We have, yes,” I said, settling myself into a seat nearby. “It’s where we will send her hair once it’s cut.”

“Well, you’ll need to have at least eight ounces of hair measuring ten inches or more from tip to end. I should know as how I myself have Alopecia.”

“You do?” Katie asked, delight in her eyes as the woman removed her wig for Katie to examine.

“I do, yes.” The hair stylist took her into the back to wash her hair, and I posted the video that I had recorded of the inappropriate little man at Little Haircut Inc. up onto my Instagram.

@Mary_Claire_Ratajczyk_Official, well Katie decided that she wanted a haircut, and this was the man who did her hair… at @littlehaircutinc

#SMH #umprofessional #rudelittleman #blamingamericanculture #incel #wtf #NOTMYDAUGHTERBITCH

@kellykent, EW GROSS

@petesteele4ever, toxic masculinity at its finest. I am so sorry that you went through this.

@Pete­r_Steele===========8) LOL Peter would lose his SHIT when you tell him about this clusterfuck of a human being!

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@chocolaterobotchicken, ATTA GIRL KATIE! MAKE THAT FUCKING JACKASS FEEL THE BURN OF YOUR WORDS

@lzziegreen, if that fucking creep feels the need to be a fucking creep, then he SHOULD go back to his home country!

I smirked at the result of the shop owner of Little Haircuts Inc. being inappropriate towards my daughter, the FaceBook and Instagram quickly being swamped by Type O Negative fans and PeteClaire shippers who were infuriated at the salon owner’s inappropriate behavior with Katie.

“Karma is a bitch, you fucking pathetic little man,” I muttered before turning back to Katie and the hairdresser, who had introduced herself as Sally. Sally was leading Katie off to have her hair washed again, my daughter handing her back her wig.

“Well, Asian people naturally have thinner hair then what’s normally required to have a wig made. In that case, what will you do?”

“I think I’ll ask some friends of mine at school if they can give me their hair!” Katie was grinning as Sally did a quick wash, her fingers gently massaging moisturizing conditioner into her scalp.

“Ah, okay!” Sally was smiling as she dried the Asian American girl’s jet black hair right before helping her up and back into the chair. “Now, what haircut do you want me to do?”

“Mommy?” Katie asked me, summoning me to quickly find the picture of the haircut that Katie had fallen in love with. Layered waves of dark brown were cut to brush the shoulders of the smiling model.

“Ah, okay then!” Sally grinned as she set Katie’s hair into a ponytail and did a quick check in before she performed the first snip.

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[themalhambird]

@crossedwithblue prefacing this with a warning that its zero-research only vibes but here is how I would want hair if I was doing a TV series based around Mansfield Park. Sorry if its a bit sloppy I'm ill and it's gone midnight :

-Sir Thomas- Wig/close cropped blonde hair. I want him wearing his wig in most scenes but I need him to have it off when he's offering to break Maria's engagement to Rushworth.

-Lady Bertrm- covered with fancy caps.

-Mrs Norris- second hand fron Lady Bertram

-Maria and Julia- identical until their rivalry over Henry Crawford gets going, then diverging in to two different styles. Julia's hairstyle returns to "normal " Once she's over Crawford, but Maria's "heart eyes at Henry" do is here to stay

-Fanny- Good cases have been made for Fanny having short hair  and I could go with that, but pre-haircut (and post if it grows out again) her hairstyle needs to be something that she could do herself.

-Edmund's hair- your classic Darcy or Bingley, but blonde. You want to give the impression that Edmund's not "in" to fashion as such, but he's aware and without slavishly following the new fads of society, he keeps abreast enough to cut a respectable figure. He's not flashy, he's just....a little more vain than perhaps he realises.

-Tom: long, slightly curling. Tied out of his face for the most part. Think Romantic Poet/Gothic hero. It might not be wholly fashionable but it suits him and it draws attention. Bonus points if he's nicked one of his father's wigs to play the rhyming butler and has that on his head when Julia runs in to tell them all that Sir Thomas has come home.

Rushworth- canonically speaking, dude's good looking. Fashionable, well cared for hair that suits his face. Brief attempt at wearing a wig that matches Sir Thomas' after their first meeting

Mary Crawford: dark, pretty, stylish. Her hairstyle should change fairly frequently- Mary tries new things, and she gets bored. The Mary of London should not wear her hair drastically differently to the Mary of Mansfield, however- the same dos, though perhaps a bit more polished or dressed with accessories, should appear in the City as the country.

Henry Crawford- Edmund's, but black. Possibly a bit floofier. Girls who are inclined toward men generally want to run their fingers through it or something idk...

[denimbex1986]

'It’s difficult to picture now, but there was a time before lads across the nation emerged from barbershops with drastic undercuts; a time when flat caps were a staple of rural barge pilots only and the phrase ‘peaky blinder’ was little more than gibberish. Stephen Knight’s BBC crime drama changed all of that almost overnight. Debuting on 12 September 2013, Peaky Blinders introduced us to the coal and smoke-blackened streets of post-WW1 Birmingham from which the Shelby family – led by Cillian Murphy’s haunted Tommy – planned their criminal rise.

In the decade since, the show has enjoyed an embarrassing and slightly gauche degree of popularity. Alongside the BAFTAs and critical praise, the show’s influence has resulted in barber-frustrating requests for a ‘Peaky Blinders haircut’, the resurgence of outdated headwear and other 1920s staples. Then there's Blinders-themed weddings, bars, beers and fan festivals; Tommy Shelby tattoos, a cruise, and even, according to the Office for National Statistics, a rise in babies named after characters from the show. Of course, merchandising has very little to do with the quality of the programme itself, but it is all swirled up in the show’s legacy. Which begs the question: at its core, is Peaky Blinders actually any good, or is it really a bit naff? Another ten years from now, will we still be talking about it?

First, the good stuff. In the late Helen McCrory, in Cillian Murphy and Natasha O’Keeffe, Blinders features some of the best performances on British television, even as some of its more famous guests spend their time chewing the period scenery. As the series (and decades) progress, it is an increasingly stylish show, both in its wardrobe and set design. Knight’s desire to take a sober-faced look at real-life events, like the rise of the British Union of Fascists, is laudable.

Blinders falters is in its immense desire to be cool. Often, the show is so heavy handed you’re left nursing your cheek as the credits roll. Consider the jarring Radio X soundtrack. The scene where Arthur, shirtless among the hellish (get it?) smoke and flames of a Shelby parts factory is doused in red paint as he mercilessly dispatches two assailants. The neon lighting, endless effin’ smoke, the Dickens-lite monologues. In its ambition, Blinders takes bigger swings than the usual BBC fare. In its execution, it’s sometimes all a bit, well, GCSE drama.

Does the quality outweigh the cringe? The Sopranos is arguably the gold standard of a show that changed culture and stayed the course. Peaky Blinders doesn’t have that show’s humour, or its ability to go as deep into its characters and their world, but it does try. As the show progresses the tone becomes more sombre, the slow-motion strutting of it all dialled back in favour of deeper explorations of human emotion. It’s allowed more time to breathe; the villains become less cartoonish as our (anti)heroes become more real. Like Tony Soprano’s therapy sessions, Tommy Shelby’s dark night of the soul can be excruciating to witness (interestingly, his self-commissioned portrait-with-horse echoes Tony Soprano’s portrait with Pie-O-My). And, like Carmela Soprano, Helen McCrory’s Aunt Polly fights to re-centre the drama away from the world of men being men.

Yes, Peaky Blinders is purposefully pulpy. And yes, many shows have a shaky start. To spend time with Peaky Blinders is to accept all of this as best you can. But, despite its flaws, it is inarguable that when the show does gel, it catches fire. If a rumoured movie continues to build on the show’s snowballing quality, it’s likely the show will cement its place in TV history. No amount of knockoff ‘By order of the Peaky Blinders!’ t-shirts could diminish that.'

[kaydencynical]

What is a Man's Wig Called?

If you've ever wondered about men's hair solutions, you might have come across various options. One such option gaining popularity is the��"hair wig for men." Yes, you heard that right! Wigs are not just for women; men have their versions too, designed to cater specifically to male needs.

Understanding the Male Wig

Transitioning to a new look or dealing with hair loss can be challenging for anyone, regardless of gender. Wigs provide an easy and convenient solution to transform one's appearance or cover baldness. But what is a man's wig called? The answer is straightforward; it is merely called a "men's wig." These wigs are specially crafted to suit men's various styles and preferences, making them feel confident and stylish.

The Appeal of Men's Wigs

In recent years, there has been a significant shift in attitudes towards grooming and personal appearance for men. As societal norms evolve, men embrace their desire to look and feel their best. This changing perspective has led to an increase in the demand for men's wigs. They offer a chance for men to experiment with different hairstyles without the commitment of a haircut.

The Versatility of Men's Wigs

What sets men's wigs apart from traditional hairpieces is their versatility. They are available in various styles, lengths, and colors, allowing men to find the perfect fit for their personalities and preferences. Whether someone wants a short and sleek look or prefers a longer, flowing hairstyle, there's a wig for every taste.

Transition words can help establish a seamless flow in writing. A few examples include:

Moreover, men's wigs are crafted using high-quality materials that resemble natural hair, ensuring a realistic appearance. In addition, the construction of these wigs ensures they stay securely in place, even during physical activities, providing utmost confidence to the wearer.

Addressing Hair Loss with Men's Wigs

Hair loss is a common concern among men, affecting self-esteem and confidence. Men's wigs offer an effective solution for hair thinning or baldness. Furthermore, wearing a wig allows individuals to regain their desired look and embrace a full head of hair without needing surgical procedures or topical treatments.

Finding the Perfect Men's Wig in Gomti Nagar

If you're searching for the ideal hair wig for men Gomti Nagar, you're in luck! Gomti Nagar boasts many stores and hair specialists catering to men's grooming needs. Whether you prefer a physical store for personalized guidance or an online shop for convenient shopping, you'll find plenty of options.

Sum up

The demand for men's wigs is increasing as they provide a simple and effective way to experiment with their hairstyles or address hair loss concerns. With their versatility and natural appearance, men's wigs have become a go-to solution for modern-day grooming.

So, if you're ready to transform your look or combat hair loss, don't hesitate to explore the diverse world of men's wigs in Gomti Nagar!

Remember, embracing a new hairstyle can be an exciting journey, and men's wigs are here to make that transition smoother than ever!

[hairiccues]

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Beard styles for men

Top Beard Styles for Men in 2025: A Grooming Guide for Every Face Shape

Beards have always been a symbol of masculinity, style, and confidence. In recent years, the variety of beard styles for men has exploded, offering countless ways to express individuality. Whether you're growing your first beard or looking to upgrade your current look, this guide explores the top beard styles that are trending in 2025.

Why Beard Styles for Men Are More Than Just Facial Hair

When we talk about beard styles for men, it’s not just about growing a beard—it's about grooming, shaping, and styling to suit your personality and facial structure. The right beard can:

Define your jawline

Add maturity and character

Boost your confidence

Make a fashion statement

Understanding the variety of styles out there helps in choosing the one that truly complements you.

H2: Best Beard Styles for Men Based on Face Shape

Your face shape plays a crucial role in determining the most flattering beard styles for men. Here's a quick breakdown:

Oval Face

Most styles work well with an oval face. Go for full beards, short boxed beards, or even a Van Dyke style.

Round Face

Choose a style that adds length to your face, like the goatee or the ducktail beard.

Square Face

Soften the angles with a full beard that’s trimmed on the sides but longer at the chin.

Heart-Shaped Face

A light stubble or a medium beard works well, as it balances the narrower chin.

Matching your beard to your face shape ensures it enhances your features rather than overwhelming them.

H3: Popular Beard Styles for Men in 2025

Let’s dive into the most popular and timeless beard styles for men that are trending this year:

1. The Short Boxed Beard

Perfect for professionals, this style is neat and sharp. It follows the natural jawline and is trimmed close to the face.

2. The Full Beard

Classic and rugged, the full beard remains a top choice. It requires regular trimming and conditioning to avoid looking messy.

3. The Goatee

Ideal for men who can't grow a full beard. It highlights the chin and adds structure to the face.

4. The Van Dyke

A stylish combo of a pointed goatee and a disconnected mustache. Perfect for creative and fashion-forward men.

5. The Ducktail

This beard style features a fuller beard that tapers into a point at the chin, giving a strong masculine look.

Each of these beard styles for men brings a unique vibe—choose one that suits your style and maintenance routine.

H2: Beard Styles for Men with Patchy Growth

Not all men are blessed with thick facial hair, but that doesn’t mean you can’t rock a beard. Some beard styles for men are perfect for patchy growth:

The Balbo: A mustache and small beard combo with no sideburns

The Chin Strap: A narrow line of hair along the jawline

The Stubble Look: Light, even stubble disguises uneven growth

With the right grooming products and regular care, even patchy beards can look intentional and stylish.

H3: How to Maintain Beard Styles for Men

Growing a beard is just the beginning. Maintaining beard styles for men requires commitment:

Wash your beard 2-3 times a week with a beard shampoo

Apply beard oil daily to soften hair and prevent dryness

Trim regularly to maintain shape and remove split ends

Brush or comb to detangle and train the beard to grow in the right direction

Consistency is the secret to making any beard style look polished and intentional.

Styling Tips for Different Beard Lengths

No matter which of the beard styles for men you go for, styling based on length is key:

Short Beards

Keep edges sharp

Use light beard balm for hold

Ideal for corporate settings

Medium Beards

Trim the neckline weekly

Use a beard brush to prevent knots

Add a little oil for shine and softness

Long Beards

Deep condition once a week

Style using wax or balm

Trim flyaways for a neat appearance

Length alone doesn’t define your beard's appeal—maintenance does.

H2: Beard Styles for Men That Complement Hairstyles

The harmony between your beard and haircut can make or break your look. Here are winning combos:

Fade Haircut + Goatee – Modern and sharp

Long Hair + Full Beard – Rugged and bold

Buzz Cut + Thick Beard – Clean yet masculine

Side Part + Short Boxed Beard – Professional and stylish

Experimenting with beard and hair combinations is a great way to find your personal style.

Conclusion: Find the Perfect Beard Style That Defines You

From sleek goatees to rugged full beards, there’s no shortage of awesome beard styles for men in 2025. Choosing the right beard isn’t just about trends—it’s about what works for your face, hair type, and lifestyle. Remember, the best beard is one that reflects your personality and makes you feel confident.

Beards are more than a fashion statement—they're an extension of who you are. So invest time in grooming, experiment with styles, and embrace your beard journey.

FAQs About Beard Styles for Men

Q1: How do I know which beard style suits me best?

Start by identifying your face shape. Then try beard styles that balance or enhance your features. Consulting a barber can also help.

Q2: What is the easiest beard style to maintain?

Stubble or short boxed beards are low-maintenance and easy to groom at home.

Q3: How long does it take to grow a full beard?

Typically, it takes 2-4 months to grow a full beard, depending on genetics and lifestyle.

Q4: Can patchy beards be styled effectively?

Absolutely. Styles like the Balbo or light stubble work well with patchy growth, and beard products can help improve coverage.

Q5: How often should I trim my beard?

Trim your beard every 1-2 weeks to maintain shape, remove split ends, and encourage healthy growth.

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Stylish and Affordable Women's and Men's Haircuts in North Carolina

When it comes to finding the perfect Women's Haircut in North Carolina or a clean, stylish Men's Haircut in North Carolina, the Tar Heel State offers a wide range of options. From upscale salons in Charlotte to cozy barbershops in Raleigh and family-owned businesses in Asheville, North Carolina is brimming with talented stylists ready to deliver a fresh, fashionable look tailored to your preferences.

Let’s start with the experience of getting a Women's Haircut in North Carolina. Women across the state are spoiled for choice, with countless salons offering services that range from basic trims to complete transformations. Whether you’re looking for a trendy bob, a layered cut to add volume, or a bold pixie, expert stylists across North Carolina take the time to understand your vision and hair type before crafting the perfect look. Cities like Durham and Wilmington are home to some of the best-rated salons, known not just for their cutting-edge techniques but also for using top-quality hair products that nourish your hair while giving it a flawless finish.

Another major benefit of opting for a Women's Haircut in North Carolina is the focus on customization and customer experience. Many salons offer consultations before your appointment, ensuring that the style complements your face shape, lifestyle, and hair texture. From balayage and color corrections to blowouts and scalp treatments, North Carolina’s hair scene is as dynamic as the women it serves.

On the other hand, finding a top-tier Men's Haircut in North Carolina has never been easier. The state boasts a growing number of barbershops and grooming lounges that provide everything from classic cuts and fades to modern styles like textured crops and pompadours. What sets these barbers apart is their precision and attention to detail. Whether you're in Greensboro, Fayetteville, or even in a smaller town, there’s a local barber ready to help you look sharp and confident.

The modern Men’s Haircut in North Carolina experience is about more than just a haircut—it's about feeling good while looking your best. Many barbershops offer amenities like hot towel shaves, scalp massages, and beard grooming services. The laid-back yet professional vibe of these establishments makes them popular not only with young professionals but also with students and seniors alike.

Affordability is another big plus when it comes to haircuts in North Carolina. While high-end salons and barbershops are available for those looking to indulge, there are plenty of budget-friendly options that don’t compromise on quality. Many establishments also offer discounts for students, military personnel, and seniors, making a stylish haircut accessible to everyone.

In conclusion, whether you're searching for a top-notch Women’s Haircut in North Carolina or a fresh Men’s Haircut in North Carolina, you’re in great hands. With skilled professionals, a welcoming atmosphere, and services tailored to your needs, North Carolina’s salons and barbershops ensure you always leave feeling confident and looking your best.

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Why PHD Barbers is the Go-To Local Barber Shop in Manhattan

n a city full of options, finding a reliable and stylish local barber shop in Manhattan can be a challenge. But nestled in the vibrant East Village, PHD Barbers stands out as a trusted destination for men’s grooming. Whether you're a local or just passing through, here’s why PHD Barbers should be your first choice.

A Neighborhood Staple

PHD Barbers isn’t just a barbershop—it’s a part of the Manhattan community. With years of experience serving locals, our team understands the styles, preferences, and pace of city life.

Convenient East Village location

Warm, welcoming atmosphere

Friendly, professional barbers

Services That Deliver Style and Confidence

We offer a full range of grooming services designed to keep you looking sharp and feeling confident.

Precision haircuts for all styles

Expert beard trims and shaves

Clean fades and modern cuts

Tailored consultations for your ideal look

The Local Touch

At PHD Barbers, you’re not just another client—you’re part of our barber family. We take the time to understand what you want and ensure every cut reflects your personal style.

Personalized attention

Consistent results

Comfortable, laid-back environment

Visit the Best Local Barber Shop in Manhattan Today

If you're searching for a local barber shop in Manhattan that offers both quality and character, PHD Barbers is the place to be. Book your appointment online or stop by our East Village shop to experience grooming the way it should be—friendly, skilled, and built around you.