#team 4c hair

[dogtorari]

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[theblackfemininesociety]

Ladies, we’re encouraging you to focus on skill building in 2024! 💡 Take the time to learn something new ✨

What’s something that intrigued you but you’ve been putting it off for months/years?!

If you didn’t know B.F.S is dedicating the entire month of January to breaking bad habits! (See First Step Here) in the midst of reflecting and creating the list of things that no longer serve you, we want you to think about building skills that you put off in the past as well.

It can be as simple as making a new dish or as complexed as learning a new language!

We’re encouraging each and every one of our besties to learn a new skill!

Note from our C.E.O:

“I will be buying a 4C mannequin head to learn how to do cornrolls! I’m one of the youngest in my family so I didn’t have to prioritize the skill. It’s a skill I wish I prioritized when I was younger. Now, I can’t imagine having a daughter or son and letting anyone but me touch their hair in their younger years! Even my husband might want me to braid his hair 😭 … idk ladies I want to be prepared. ”

What’s your backstory?! Let us know what you want to learn and why in the comments below. We are eager and enlightened to support you throughout your journeys!

You got this girl!

HAPPY NEW YEAR 🎊

God bless,

— The Black Feminine Society Team 💋

[definitivelynotanalien]

rgrgrgrgrgrg ur turn! what are your infinight headcanons? also, this goes for both the interns AND og infinights if you've got any for 'em!!!!

BUCKLE UP ALRIGHT?? I AM OBSSESED AND MY FAVORITE HOBBIE IS MAKING UP HEADCANONS!!

Gum Gum:

- As mentioned in on my most recent post, Gum Gum has 4c hair and Bart braids it for him

- He doesn't actually like candy because it keeps getting stuck in his molars and it's hard to get it out with his tusks on the way

- He has trouble eating because of said tusks but he manages

- He lets Bart draw on his skin with ink

- He thinks being Afraid is a Bad Thing because kids mocked him for it at the Orchidnage

- He cries trying to do simple math, not because it's frustrating but because he knows it really shouldn't be This hard (I'm projecting so hard right now)

- Nobody admits it but he has the highest alcohol tolerance in the entire team

Bart:

- He has an incredibly wide voice range but his voice is his most natural if a bit Exaggerated at times

- He thinks Mudd is kinda hot but in a "Wow my friend is so pretty frr" kinda way y'know?

- Only brushes back his hair when out and about, at the headquarters and while camping his hair a mess

- Sleeps in briefs and if you're lucky one of Gum Gum's old shirts when in his room

- Likes to throw people off by asking to be carried or letting himself be walked into just to reveal how dense (Heavy) he is

- He has a fish tattooed on his chest as a reference to Captain Marrge (He'll never admit that's why)

- Has to plead and fight Gum Gum every week or two to try and get him to bathe (He doesn't bathe Galindor btw, he just puts him in the bath and leaves)

- He knows how to style people's hairs and really likes doing if. If only Kyborg let him run his fingers through his hair more often

Mudd:

- Puts things high up in shelfs so the others can't reach them

- Has done "Elf on a shelf" to Kyborg exactly 1 time and hated the feeling of Ky's shirt on his hands but it was worth putting him up there

- He has some pretty strange sensory issues (As in they are waaay too specific).

- He doesn't like hugs or kisses or anything like that because the feeling of touch remains on his skin Foever and it drives him mad

- His cape acts like a weighted blanket

- Shares fruit with Gumbo on a regular basis

- His tent in the largest because obviously, and has had to get the whole team out of it multiple times because they keep using it as a hangout spot

- Gossips with Bart about people that look fruity to them (*Cough cough* Spectril and Slique)

- He's a S€x and Romance repulsed aroace and suffers whenever Bart flirts with anyone

- Once he gained the ability to, he started changing the shape of his ears to something smaller and less "cow-like" because he's insecure about it. He switches on and off between liking them and hating them

Kyborg:

- He adores Gum Gum because the kid genuinely thinks he's cool

- Tries not to cry whenever he sees a kid with their parents

- He's afraid to ever have children because what if they loose him too?

- Uses his hatred against Quadron as his only motivation to stay alive

- His friends are his family even if he will never admit it, he lives for them

- He braids his hair like his mom used to braid hers, charms and rings and all.

- He likes it when Bart brushes his hair or braids it, but he's afraid to show that level of attachment.

- He has abandonment issues if we're honest

- Will fight Brink Tussler but also if anything happens to that guy seriously he'll Cry for ages

- Feeds Gumbo worms he finds on the woods while Mudd's not looking

Slique:

- He forgets he's missing fingers and only realizes when he tries to count with them

- Has dropped his tuning sword and regretted it many times

- Gets attached way too easily to anyone who's "nice enough to him", probably because of his need for approval and attention

[geee-three]

uuuuh my tablet is basically overheating bc ive been drawing so hard for the call boy fan mv (WHICH I CANT WORK ON UNTIL NEXT WEEKEND FUCK MY STUPID BAKA LIFE) so. throws some incomprehesible sekai oc scribbles at you plus elboration

a little explaination of how the gacha system ive made up works. so bc i have 3 people in one unit (sunken starlight) plus 6 people in another (unnamed orchestra) (yes thats their unit name theres a reason okay) and 3 in the third unit (whihc i havent created yet but its gonna be a nightcord-esque thing) heres how the systems gonna work

4*, 4*, 3*, 2*. the orchestra guys will have 3 ocs at a time plus a vs. all cards are hakolims and mixed events can have any previous mixed card OR initial card (every character will have an initial 4*, which doesnt give you an outfit or hairstyle bc its their regular unit one).

also it'll go sunken starlight, unnamed orchestra, mix, [yet to exist], unnamed orchestra, mix

this is not a real game thats being made i am not that good at coding nor do i have that much dedication

okay so this one is for dami1. rockstar set i think. idk if you can see all that well but in the corner its called 2 to overcome our past resentment. basic summary:

erynn is pissed that damien and siobahnn keep "teaming up against her" when in reality her ideas are just shit

damien overreacts. bc its damien and his ego is fragile. so stops talking to erynn altogether.

so now erynn is sad and siobahnn is going to get to the bottom of this no matter what but damien doesn tknow that

damiens mother (who. has a l2d!!! yay for npcs) is like "kid you are acting weird and lonely again dont tell me your new friends dumped you" and ehs like. nooo.... i maybe dumped them.... and shes like talk to them goddamit. but he doesnt want to

he remembers he has a secret pocket dimension he can go to and goes there. but siobahnn is already there (TOTALLY NOT running those lyrics for the untitled track past len). she talks to damien in the sekai and explains how erynn is a little bit depressed bc she really wanted to make amends!! adn sehs really scared she came across accusatorially

damien tells her not to speak for erynn and she can find him herself. and siobahnn, poor social anixiety ridden girl she is, summons all the courage she has to tell him "WELL IM YOUR FRIEND TOO AND YOU GOTTA COME BACK BC WE MISS YOU >:(" except she whispers it rlly fast bc shes so scared of him still

and damiens like. oh. okay. i will. and yay forever!!

next day. siobahnn summons all the courage she has. and gives the lyrics to damien when he comes back like "REALLY SORRY I LIKED THE SONG THAT TAKES US TO A POCKET DIMENSION WITH MEIKO AND LEN IN IT I MADE US LYRICS FOR IT ITS OKAY IF YOU HATE THEM AND ALSO ME" then hides behind erynn despite being a full five inches taller than her.

and damien loves them and untitled track has lyrics :D and that is the commision song for the event

but yeah the cards themselves. damien has the. emo red spikey guitar like any proper secret nerd who thinks in python with emotional attatchment and anger issues. also he dyed just the roots of his hair black (LIKE ERYNN AND ATTICUS) and cut it short. and he has a red leather jacket and black ripped jeans and spikey earrings because hes EMO and its NOT A PhASE (the event disappears in a week sorry bestie) (this isnt. intended to poke fun at actual emo people but hes very much pop culture emo not actual subculture emo. he will be proper emo by the time im done w him though.) and siobahnn.. oh siobahnn... most egirl outfit youve ever seen. implied that damien picked it out for her.her hairs pretty much the same style as normal but in braids and shorter... i promise i;ll get more creative with the other ones but i dont want to randomly change her hair texture in between events and its not 4c or anything. the braids are more frayed on the right side and shorter too going to her ears rather than her shoulders on the other side.shes singing on stage in the trained btw. bc. her whole thing is that she WANT to be famous but shes not sure she can mentally deal w it ect vs damiens im not sure i have the talent to get there vs erynns can you two PULL YOUR SHIT TOGETHER PLEASE (im going to have a luft-core event at some point where her shit gets rocked. watch out.) yay and the erynn 3* is her talking to siobahnn about damien and her trained isher on keytar for reasons (she learnt piano alongside atticus learning violin but refuses to do so bc its boring unless a keytar bc thats Fun and Cool) and the len 2* is him holding. a basse guitar. in a shirt with a bass fish on it. yeah. soryr.

AIGHT and here's atticus mixed 1. 4* atticus 4* siobahnn 3* erynn 2* ivy. ik yall dont know who atticus and ivy actually are but theyre besties atticus is erynns twin brother theyre both in the unnamed orchestra. okie dokie lessgo. the plot of the event is very simple:

atticus is a Funny Guy who tells Jokes and Silly Stories including one about erynn falling off the roof

this intruges siobahnn who asks him to elaborate. he gets this paniced look in his eyes and runs away

siobahnn now tracks down anyone who might knwo. first she goes to ivy whos like what the freak i dunno??? =so she goes to erynn which would be the easiest solution in the first place.

erynn says its all atticus's fault and to ask him to admit what he did

siobahnn is IN DEEP now and needs to know

basically long story short atticus locked erynn on the roof and she jumped off to get down (she was fine and thought it was funny but teases him about it to this day)

but i made it an assasin set for no reason. yes i gave atticus a side part. deal with it.theres like a big ass bloddstain on his back and more on his trousers bc its a formal fancy assasion set whereas siobahnn is having funsies stabbing people!! her hair is more. think frye onega grandfest

being dragged back to family matters so i cant elaborate further but yeag!!! THE LITTLE GUYS I LOVE EM... if it feels like siobahnn is my favourite youre wrong i just wanted to doodle her so you get events featuring her. shes also a master at pushing the plot forward but i ahve an event in mind where she breaks bc she cant keep being the only reasonable person and does something really impulsive (challenges the arata-esque guy to a duel) (she looses) (this becomes her crawl green iykwim)

@socks-wizard-money-gang <- if you wanted to read a bunch of bullshit

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[noonajoe]

His Words of Affirmation (Akaashi Keiji x Insecure!Reader)

"You're you, not them, and I choose you"

Synopsis: an insecure Y/N who hides when Akaashi's surrounded by his fans when he never tells her to hide. From all of her insecurity, he never stops to comfort her, even though she never tells him to.

TW: Self-Insecurity, Fluff, Comfort, Slice of Life

Word Count: 1100+

©noonajoe (Published on 7 March 2023 - 23:21 Bangkok Time) this story is not going to be sold, modified, or translated in any manner.

Akaashi is a really great person, he has a part-time contract as a model and also he’s studying at Tokyo University majoring in Science. But thanks to you, he managed to achieve all of them. When he was 17, he was a shy person, charismatic, yet he tends to take a normal life, just playing volleyball as he likes, and studying normally, he didn’t even think a little to be the best in his class. He just managed it equally. When he met you, you didn’t have many friends back then, with your tall-chubby appearance, 178cm tall, with about 70kg weight, you always find girls shorter than you, it’s rather 2; they are scared of your height, or just find you not pretty.

They were dating since she was 18 and he was 17, Y/N is the reason behind Akaashi’s success, she is one year older than him. She always studied with him and taught him subjects that had been taught to her as his upperclassman. She was a volleyball team manager when Akaashi’s 1st year, so it’s been a journey for them. She is also the one who finds Akaashi’s potential in modeling, so she always took pictures of him and taught him some model poses, convincing him that he would be a really great to be model. He found Y/N to be really supportive, emotionally understanding, and insightful, he felt an intense self-growth and comfort around her.

One day Akaashi finished his photoshoot late than usual, hurrying up before the cake shop closed. He wants to surprise his girlfriend, but some fans block him from going to the store, begging for autographs and selfies.

“Akaashi san! Please sign here”

“Akaashi san can I take a picture with you?”

“Akaashi san you’re so handsome, do you have a girlfriend?”

“Uh, my apologies ladies, can you please not push me here?” He really doesn’t care to answer any of their questions. Until he saw tall, black hair, and a beautiful figure, his girlfriend are standing further from him. She saw his boyfriend surrounded by many girls whom she know that are his fans.

“Y/N-”

She quickly hides behind the store corner, she didn’t want his fans to see him. He is confused, he never tells her to hide, even in front of his fans. And this is the first time she saw him surrounded by many girls, she must be shocked, but why hide?

After escaping from the girls telling them to go home, Akaashi is pretty strict reminding them. And when they left, he runs over to see her, still waiting in the corner. 

“Sweet?” he asked, panting, reaching her, really blaming himself because of him she have to hide like this.

“Uh… Are they gone?”

“Yeah… Sorry for that, but why did you hide, hon?”

“... Because you almost call my name”

“Yeah, but why hiding?”

“It will be gossip, Keiji. It could ruin your career”

“Sweet, I’m just a part-time contract model, I’m not that even famous, and I’m sure those girls just impulsively saw me in some cover magazine”

“Don’t say that. It could be your permanent career, you know?” she laughs.

They walk together to their apartment. It’s not far, but Keiji really needs to go to the bakery/cake shop.

“...”

“...”

“Sweet, what’s wrong?” He took her hand, it’s 4C at night so he could feel the cold.

“Hehe, it’s just, nice to see you improved so much as a model… Those girls are the proof” she said, playfully grabbing his hand.

“You should thank yourself then, hon.” he smiled. “You are my first photographer, remember? No one can change that fact”

...

 “....Is that your honest feeling now, hon? Because from my eyes, you want to tell me something else” he tilted his head closer to her.

“Mhm, it’s okay, I mean… today it’s my birthday, and suddenly I saw those pretty girls, well when I saw that, what if one of them is your-”

Okay he knows where this conversation will drive to.

“No, I’ll stop, I know you are going to be sad if I tell you my insecurities-”

“No. Don’t” he drags her close, making sure her face looks at him.

“What?” she still smiled, looking at him dearly

“It’s okay, hon. Just tell me, but one thing for sure, you’re not them, none of them” he grabs her hand tightly, making sure she’s secure. Y/N tries really hard to be pretty, to be skinny, a standard that Keiji never agrees to. She really wants to be better to deserve him, but Keiji never forcing herself to that. Just having the spirit to always enlighten his mood, always comfort Keiji when he's sad, always supporting him with meals and kisses when he goes to work late or coming home late because of college projects, more importantly her willingness not to give up on challenges at their lowest point on their relationship. All of them are more than enough to make him want to stay with her until the end of the day.

He looked her in the eye and start praising her, through their sadness and joy,

“For last 5 years of relationship, each day I woke up for 3 years living together, I never think twice when I look at you, you know?” he tells her, it’s true, he never look at Y/N physically as standard for being a girlfriend.

“I know, girls are fragile and insecure, its our job as men to always comfort and make you secure. I am lucky to have you because I always feel enough, just us, even if I’m not a model or a science student that so many people praised my successful journey, they would never know that behind those, there is you, the only reason I survive through my journey, the only reason why I’m still happy going through my journey”

“Okay Keiji, stop- we’re in the middle in-” she almost cries herself up.

“I love you, my sweet. And I always will. I know my words of affirmation are only helping you temporarily, but I’m here permanently for you. I’ll explore many things to make you feel better so you can go through your sadness. Don’t feel bad about making me tired because of your insecurity, I choose to comfort you, it’s my duty.” He hugs her because she literally crying right now :(. For 5 years she still has insecurities and sadness, but she tried her best to always comfort herself through that. She is happy to accompany him, happy to create crafts with him and she is happy to cook for him.

“Keiji you’re so bad… Making me cry and my tears are freezing my face right now :(“ she releases her head from his hug. 

“Haha, sorry sweet” he caresses her cold tears, her face swollen that quick because of the cold weather.

Crap, it’s already 10 PM and the lights around the street start to turn off.

“Well, I guess bakeries already closed up right now, I’m really sorry I ruin your birthday into a fountain of tears, hon,” he said, still hugging her tight.

“Nah, it’s okay. Your words of affirmation is just more than enough for my 23rd birthday. Thank you, hon” she answers him, giving him a peck of a kiss.

“Shall we go home now?” He grabs her hand tightly.

“Yeah! Sure” she happily walks with him.

[skyfire-the-pokemon-biologist]

Ironically, my hair became easier to brush since I've become a hisuian typhlosion. Like the fur is nothing near close to the hair I had before. My hair was 4c, the curliest and thickest you could have. It was a pain to brush, to wash, it was over a foot long and I had a very large afro. But it is the only thing I miss about being human. The only thing.

I had worn practically the same style of hair since I was five. That's the only thing I miss, while I still feel more me than before, my hair was what made me, me when I was human.

Just once I would like to be human again, for a day. To show the newer members of The Team what I looked like.

[secondgenerationnerd]

Can you share some future super star family hcs?

Do Mari and Jon teach their kids martial arts ( I mean Mari cause Jon ain’t no bat)

Of course! Been thinking about this sweet family a lot the last day and a half!

Mar’i taught them all self-defense, but only really honed in on martial arts with her younger daughters (M&M and Laney), who want to be heroes.

She did teach all of them aerial arts—Silks, rings, standing trapeze, straps, flying pole, etc. Jon built a separate building on their land for all the equipment. It’s not uncommon to find their teenagers/young adults spending a summer day, barn doors open, then flying through the air.

Speaking of flying—Jon and Mar’i took all their kids flying. They had them safely secured to them, usually one of the big kids on their backs, the little girls on their chests. They didn’t go high enough where their kids couldn’t breathe, but oh man. Their babies’ laughter? Best sound in the world.

Jon and Mar’i asked Epsilon for help with M&M’s hair (she’s got 4C hair). Not for the team to do it, they wanted to learn how to take care of her hair and make her feel beautiful and love her curls. They keep a hair binder in their kitchen for years afterwards. When she wants to do it herself, they offer her the binder…..but they still offer to do it some days.

Peter takes a shine to the diplomatic side of being royalty, often attending UN meetings with his mother. He’s a very good listener, weighs his words before speaking, and takes his role as Prince of Tamaran seriously.

Charlie can be very introverted around new people, but around her family? She’s got a killer sense of humor. Once at an omega family dinner, M&M called her “Wonderbread”. Charlie, not missing a beat, pointed to the burn scars on her back and said ��I’m burnt wonderbread thank you.”

They like to set aside a few special days for each kid throughout the year. With four of them and a very busy schedule, it’s very easy to loose track. So they have a Momma day, a Daddy day, and a Kiddo day (meaning the kid can choose one or both of them, usually both). They find fun things to do to really connect with their kids.

Laney is a goddamn menace 😂😂😂 like she had her Mama Lois’s audacity, her Mama Kory’s smart mouth, her Papa Dickie’s energy, her Mama Babs’ cleverness, and her Papa Clark’s charm. Only her siblings and parents routinely call out her bullshit

Laney absolutely turned purple during the tamaranean change. She was 15, at a cousin camp with her siblings and the Kent cousins. They called Jon and Mar’i, who were very clearly in the middle of a spicy moment.

They absolutely got their older kids therapy for both the trauma from CADMUS and the trauma of the adoption. The older kids didn’t know their bio families, had been sold at birth, but to come into a new family is still traumatic.

Peter and Charlie, while they are not heroes, do end up testifying in a case against CADMUS for the tortures they were subjected to. Peter already had his eldest, Elliot, and Charlie was pregnant with her daughter, Melody.

[ellabsweet]

Hii, camz! I'm responding to your game! I wear clear square glasses with a clear frame. I also have a nostril piercing and a septum! I am about 5'6 "and 140 pounds. I have back length 4c hair with dark pink highlights to go with my lightskin, kinda caramel complexion. I also have brown doe eyes with long curly lashes and thick eyebrows. Big, plush full lips and a button nose. My body type is average, thick thighs and a round ass and hip dips with a small waist but not a completely flat stomach. A large chest with a beauty mark that sits on my collarbone. For a woman who is average height, I have long legs. I love to show off, I am someone who is insecure but also incredibly confident to hide the insecurity. I can be very sarcastic and bratty at times, which is mostly just my personality. I have absolutely no filter and will take shit from no one. I have the mouth of a sailor but a soft, high-pitched voice. love aggressively. When I have feelings for someone I'm usually mean to them, it's how I flirt. I'm a hopelessly romantic, and I lobe too much and fall hard and fast. I'm a gift giver, and I love birthdays. I've been a cheerleader, volleyball player, and a softball player. I have naturally long nails, but I love to get them done. My favorite color is pink, and I love stuffed animals. I think that'd about it!

anon🫧🤍

Abby Anderson always thought you hated her. Every interaction you’ve had has gotten her stoic attitude shaken out of her in a blushing confused manner, it replayed in her head like a hell circle of embarassment purgatory and each time ended in a promise she’d be wittier, smarter, funnier and dissolved the second your eyes met hers. She was the best player in your volleyball team with her tall and muscled structure alongside effortless charm nobody intimidated her, yet there you stood, a throw away from making her stumble and stutter. It took a conversation with friends for her to realize the physical things she described at your presence did seem a whole lot like butterflies in her stomach. The second you displayed an inch of interest in her it was as though you set ablaze a fire barely noticeable before that took form in constant teasing and flirting until she had you pressed against a wall made to beg for a kiss. It is heard the smirk is on her face to this day…

um camz what is this? refer to this post!

[goose-duck]

Jamie Lowe

Name: Jamie Lowe

Age: 15

Birthday: August 12

Biological Gender: male

Pronouns: he/she

Romantic/Sexual orientation: straight

Height: 5’4

Weight: 145lbs

Eyes: hooded eyes, short eyelashes, royal blue iris

Hair: Natural black, dyed forest green, lower back length, (4C)

Skin: very dark brown

Species: human

Favourite Colour: mint green

Notable Physical Features: eyebrow slit both sides

Family: grandmother (Nia Imani)(83), sister (Tatu Lowe)(34), sister (Sheena Lowe)(26)

Friends: Blanch Fournier (mutual), Meihui Liu (mutual), Amarin Wentzell (mutual), Raven Loch (mutual), Arson Zhao (mutual), Aaron Clark (mutual), Hannah Boe (mutual), Chrystal Zon (mutual), Skell Alba (mutual), Silver Benko (mutual), Peri Nuno (mutual), Goose Jackson (mutual), Jay Valentine (mutual)

Enemies/People they dislike: Tae Choi (one sided), Rowen Starr (Mutual)

Personality Type: ENFJ

Fears: police, the future

Likes: lemon cookies, anime, dogs, lizards, arachnids, summer, autumn, basketball

Dislikes: government, authority, silk, flowers, halloween, winter, spring

Fighting Capabilities: average

General Intelligence: slightly above average

Specific Skill: identifying arachnid species

Languages they speak: English (first language)

Powers: N/A

Occupation: student - Startail Badminton team

Star Sign: Leo

Random: has no spice tolerance

Love language: acts of service

[marmotsomsierost]

I blame (affectionately) the binge-reread i recently did of seanan mcguire's october daye series for the solid 90 minutes of having Sonnet 130 rebounding around in my head at work.

To set the scene:

Pt arrives, gets put in room A. Wound starts bleeding again, doc pitches fit about pt being in wrong room for lac care, we play patient shell game, get pt into room B with poseable lighting. I get pt on monitor, start to head back up to triage. Doc exits pt room, demands nurse assigned to that room, charge nurse points at me and goes 'we have a tech, take M.' Doc tells me to go hold pressure and maybe irrigate. The next 90 min went like this:

1) i went through about a billion sterile 4x4s while i held pressure on the really leaky scalp lac,

2) avoided becoming even more Toby-like by leaning over to grab the second hemostat the doctor requested before the doctor moved his finger slightly, at which point we discovered it was an extra leaky scalp lac because it was an arterial scalp lac...by a tiny blorp-stream of blood firing past exactly where my face had been literal milliseconds prior

2a) absolute silence for a beat. We look at floor. Doc looks at me. I look at myself. We look at pt. Doc: "well. That was lucky." Patient: "oh it's not that bad then?" Doc: "... you should be at a trauma center, and this isn't one." Patient: "um. But you said you just were gonna put in staples?" Doc: "i can't close an artery with staples." Patient: "...o...kay... Can i move? My shoulder is killing me." Doc and me immediately: "NO DON'T MOVE"

3) alternated between holding more pressure (while the doc stuck his head out and said he was going to be in there awhile and also maybe start transfer process and also (unprintable commentary on the medic team)) and blotting while he fished around trying to find the ittybitty artery and suture it shut with the normal suture kit

3a) this does not go well

3b) 'i'll hold this. What is the biggest vicryl in that drawer? 3? Bring it to the tray. Hold that again. No, wait, get rid of all this and get a new chux so i can see what the hell I'm doing'

4) watched the doc use the single largest fucking suture needle i have ever seen in my life to try and find and close said ittybitty artery

4a) seriously that thing was a fucking upholstery needle.

4) thought to myself 'damn it looks like the doc is using fuckin' wire'

4a) 'if hair be wires, black wires grow on her head'

4b) ...

4c) oh no, blood and shakespeare, i've definitely been reading too much Toby

[bed-chemist]

❝ brutal ❞

─⋆♡ prelude summary: the president's daughter meets her new security detail.

─⋆♡ main tropes: Michael B. Jordan x Fem!Reader, MBJ x Black! Original Character, Michael B. Jordan x Black FMC, Bodyguard x Princess, Secret Service x First Kid, Doberman bf x Black Cat gf, forced proximity, forbidden love, tolerated enemies to lovers, college romance.

─⋆♡ chapter warnings: angst, 18+ black!writer, language, fighting, physical descriptors (brief), characters affected by symptoms of anxiety or depression.

series masterlist ✰ faceclaims ✰ libby's cabinet ✰ spotify playlist

The blaring sound of my alarm clock has me jolting up out of bed. It’s only a warning that seconds later, a team of people will be in to debrief and doll me up for the day. I slide out of the silk sheets, putting my fuzzy slippers on. Grabbing the nearest robe, I pull it on effectively covering my chest.

Just as predicted my aide Joana shuffles in with my hair stylist, makeup artist, and stylist. I throw my head back in a groan. Just because my mom chose this job doesn’t mean I should be forced to be done up every day.

“Good morning to you too,” I hear Jo say and I straighten my head to see her beckoning me over to the beauty vanity.

I take a seat, refusing to look myself in the face just yet. That’s a jumpscare I’m not ready for this early in the morning. “I’m sorry, I just need coffee. Where is it?” I ask Jo. She usually comes into my room every morning with a latte and a donut.

The hairstylist removes my bonnet, allowing my blown-out hair to flow down my back. “Your parents want to have breakfast this morning. They said if I gave you the coffee, you’d never come downstairs,” Jo tells me.

I put my head in my hands and the makeup artist smacks the back of my hands with her makeup brush. I remove them and straighten up so she can do her job and get the fuck out of my room. “They would be right. What do they want?” I dig further.

A wince escapes my lips as the hairstyles rakes through my hair, trying to get it to lay down. It’s 4c hair, dude. That’s not happening. “To talk to you about your security detail,” Jo responds, looking at me through the mirror.

My brows furrow in confusion. We just got here, there’s not much to secure. “What about it?” I follow up.

Jo shifts to put her hand on her hip. “They’re giving all you first kids 24/7 security detail. They had to test each one to see which one would be right for you. The final test is today, you know, for the optics, ” she rants, finally taking a deep breath. 

My siblings are a couple of years younger than me so they probably think having someone follow you around 24/7 is cool. I, on the other hand, will be trying to ditch my detail as soon as he’s assigned. It’s not like I’d run anywhere, but there’s got to be hiding spots in this building. 

I close my eyes, allowing the makeup artist to apply shadow to my lids. “Okay, do you know anything about him?” I ask, trying not to move too much.

“Not a sliver. You know how clearance is. Anyways you have a photo with Hayley Randall and a–” Jo starts before I cut her off, particularly confused.

My brows furrow and the makeup artist huffs, fed up with my fidgeting. “Why is the secretary of education trying to take a photo with me?” I ask Jo.

Jo walks over to sit in an armchair next to me. “She wants to use it as a way to get her points up with our party. She found out you want to be a teacher and now she won't stop calling. Then you have an interview with Teen Vogue,” she moves on to the next thing.

Finally, something exciting. “Sweet! That should be fun,” I smile with excitement. The stylist brings in a rack of outfits, leaving them by the foot of the bed. She hasn’t figured out my style yet, so the rack weighs a ton.

The makeup grabs my face, tilting it up towards me. She glares over the daunting bottle she holds in front of my face. “Close your eyes, I need to set your face,” she instructs me.

I follow her directions, quickly shutting my eyes. “Yeah, as long as you remember your media training,” I hear Jo say.

A cool liquid is spritzed onto my face and I accidentally inhale some, sending me into a coughing fit. “Fuck,” I cry holding my chest. “I know,” I heave.

I fucking hate everything about this day already. I’m not trying to sound like a pick-me-bitch, but I’d much rather be out of the spotlight and in a bed, isolated. “See, like that,” Jo scolds my swearing and I quickly apologize under my breath. 

The hairstylist finishes my updo and begins joining the makeup artist in packing the supplies on my vanity. “Then you have a fitting for the state dinner tomorrow,” she says, motioning for the crew to leave. 

I scoot forward, hopping down from the tall stool. “What’s the attire,” I ask Jo.

Jo stands, following me over to the rack. “Black tie. Get that in your head, Libby. It’s always black tie. And you have class today,” she reminds me.

On the outside looking in, Jo is the one keeping me in line. But in reality, she’s been my ride-or-die during the entire campaign. Whenever we’re left alone, she lets loose and it feels like we’re back to being just friends. My eyes roll as Jo sorts through the rack, handing me a pink flowy dress.

I accept it, shedding my robe when the realization hits me. I have to be Ms. Americana publically for 14 hours. “Fuck, after all that I have to go to class? What day is it even?” I groan.

Jo helps me step into the dress, zipping the back up for me. “Thursday,” she says behind me.

My hands go up to rub my forehead when I remember, I have makeup on. “Every day I’m here, I’m losing track of the days,” I express my stress to her.

She ushers me to the mirror where she approves my look. “That’s why I’m here to keep you straight now, come on. Time for breakfast,” she says, pulling me towards the door.

She lets go once we’re through the double doors, navigating our way through the White House to one of the many dining rooms. “Morning,” I greet my parents as I walk through the glass panel doors.

My mom lowers the new channel with the remote before responding, “Good morning.”

I walk over toward my 16-year-old sister, where a man meets me and pulls out my chair for me. “Hey, loser,” I greet her as I sit between her and my dad.

Ellis nudges her head up as a hello. “Sup, hoe,” she returns the greeting as I plan my butt into the chair.

My father peers over his newspaper. “Girls, language,” he scolds us.

I roll my eyes, annoyed by the persistent reminder to watch my mouth. I know there’s a time and a place. It’s not like I’m going to get on national television and do it.  I reach for the coffee pot in the middle of the table and pour a significant amount into my cup. “You’re late,” my mother points out the obvious.

Stirring the cream and sugar in, I decide I need a sip of coffee before having this conversation. Once I’m satisfied with the taste, I turn my full attention towards her. “Mmm. Perks of not being the leader of the free world, am I right Dad?” I ask him, clinking my cup with his.

My mom scratches her stork bite on her forehead with frustration. “I only ask for one breakfast a week. That is not a lot,” she complains.

The doors suddenly burst open followed by my 18-year-old lanky brother. Hudson saunters into the room accompanied by a particularly attractive man. “Morning family,” he greets the room before taking a seat in between Ellis and my mom.

My mom smiles at the presence of her youngest child. “Good morning. Waffles are by Lib,” she points across the large round table.

So when I’m late, it’s a problem. But when Hudson’s late, it’s ‘waffles are by Lib’. Why couldn’t I have been born last? “I know you did not just let Huddy slide,” I highlight my mother’s hypocrisy.

She squints her eyes at me looking chagrined. “He’s not the oldest. You need to lead by example,” she counters.

She stares me down for a few seconds before my brother clears his throat. “Can you pass me the waffles, Libby?” he asks in a sarcastically nice tone.

I pick up the plate, extending my arm towards him. When he accepts it, I hold it for a moment too long so he can’t grab it. “You can shove the waffle up your ass,” I grit through my teeth before finally letting him have it.

My dad puts his paper down on the table. “Liberty,” he reminds me to use my manners over his reading glasses. Conceding, I pick up the tongs, loading some breakfast onto my plate. Silence falls over the table and for the first time, I’m about to truly survey the room. There are two new guards, who I assume are Ellis and Hudson’s. One with deep brown skin like ours and one with light brown skin. Both are tall and attractive in their own right, but they’re here to do a job. 

The more I look at them, the more I get curious about my fate. “So about this bodyguard situation,” I hint for my parents to explain.

My mom shakes her head, no. “That can wait until we’re done eating,” she says, buttering her perfectly triangular piece of toast.

“No, Mom. I want to know what I’m dealing with right now,” I demand and I feel like a teenager. The only reason I’m here is because my mom suggested it would be safer after the campaign. All I want is a normal college experience and at 20 years old, I’m still fighting for it.

My mom purses her lips, leaving me to wait for her answer anxiously. “Fine,” she concedes finally turning towards the guard standing behind my sister. “Agent Idris, call him in,” she tells him.

His eyes flicker between mine and hers before he nods. “Yes, Madam President,” he says, turning around and lifting his arm. He murmurs something into the microphone before turning around like nothing happened.

“Why am I the only one getting optics testing?” I interrogate her. If I’m getting optics testing, those two little shits are getting it too.

“You’re not, Hudson and Ellis did theirs this morning,” she nods to the two new faces standing behind my brother and sister. Agent Idris flashes me a coy smile, while the unidentified one sends a flirty smirk my way. Teases. They know I’m not allowed to fuck them. Awesome!!

My sister snickers, but my brother takes his opportunity to laugh at my pain. “Ahaha,” he laughs.

My eye roll again, marking up my eye roll count for the day. “I’m going to shoot myself,” I mutter under my breath.

“Now, before you run through your whole ‘I’m an adult speech,’ know that I get it. This is ultimately for your safety,” my mother continues.

“He’s an ex-navy seal and he’s young,” my dad boasts proudly as if the man is his son. 

My eyebrows knit together and I take another sip of my coffee. I need more caffeine to continue this conversation. “How young?” I ask my dad.

My mom is handed a binder by an aide that seemingly popped out of nowhere. She opens it, flipping through the file before stopping on a page. “Yours is 26,” she says.

26 and an ex-navy seal? I’ve got to start rethinking my escape plans. “How the fuck do you become a Navy seal that fast? Was he just born a killing machine or what?” I joke, taking a bite of the crispy bacon on my plate.

Ellis starts giggling while Hudson lets his melodic laughter ring free. “Liberty, language,” my mother scolds me and I roll my eyes.

I catch some snickers behind me, and when I turn around I see the two agents are laughing quietly. I look around in confusion. The other agents in the room’s faces are stone cold, how they’re trained to be. “Why are they laughing? I thought they didn’t get to show emotions,” I lean closer to Ellis and ask her.

“Mom and Dad said they could, for the optics,” she lets me know, pushing her glasses back up her nose.

My mother clears her throat and I turn back around, refocusing on her. “We chose him because he’ll fit in with you. It won’t even look or feel like he’s your bodyguard,” she explains.

“Oh, how kind of you to consider me before sticking someone with me 24/7,” I scoff.

“He has off days, and a three-hour break every day,” my mom tries to appeal to me.

I groan, thinking about the amount of time I spend with my siblings. Since we’re all stuck with someone 24/7 it means when we all hang out there won't be three of us, but six. “But that’s it. Where will he sleep?” I ask her.

I study her face as she gnaws on the inside of her lip, seemingly afraid to tell me the news. “In your unit,” she breaks it. 

My eyes widen and my jaw drops.“You’ve got to be kidding me. We’re sharing a fucking living space?” I seethe.

“Liberty!” my mom snips towards me.

Each of the kids gets their mini apartment in the wing. Each apartment comes with two bedrooms and two bathrooms. I assume it would be helpful when we have friends stay the night. Turns out, I’ll never know. “I’m sorry, but you can’t dictate how I express my shock,” I defend myself.

“Madam President, Agent Jordan is here to see you,” I hear my brother's unnamed guard say behind me.

My mom nods, waving her hand. “Send him in,” she says to the agent. “And behave Liberty,” she directs towards me.

I slink down in my seat and cross my arms. Fuck this whole situation. I don’t need a bodyguard. I’m 20 years old and I don’t even do anything. I’m not the one partying every weekend like Hudson. They should be more terrified of his pictures resurfacing. 

“Sit up. He’s hot,” Ellis leans over and whispers. I heed her warning because, well, the other two look like a great appetizer and dessert. Maybe mine’s dinner.

When the man walks in, I notice she’s right. The attractive black man is dressed in an all-black suit. It’s tailored to fit him perfectly, although I’m sure he’s got a bulletproof vest on and a gun under there somewhere.

He’s the American woman’s Adonis, and I suddenly realize why my mother set us all up for the optics. If the Kardashians have hot bodyguards, so should the first family. I don’t think she predicted that he’d set my body on fire the moment he walked through the door.

My eyes survey every muscle in his arms, his fresh haircut, and his plump rosy lips. “Madam President,” The man's voice bellows and I feel a pool of desire in my panties.

My mom smiles at him, trying to welcome him with open arms. “Good morning, Agent Jordan. This is Liberty, your responsibility for the next four years,” she introduces us and he doesn’t even look at me. His eyes stay on The President and he remains expressionless.

I smack my hand down on the table, the fury finally bubbling over. “I have to spend 4 years with a stranger?!” I shout at her.

“Liberty! What did I say?” she counters dourly. 

My dad stands, finished with his breakfast with a smile plastered on my face. “I’m sure he won’t be a stranger for long. Besides, he signed a contract,” my father says, grabbing his cup of coffee.

My mom follows suit, ready to disappear from the family for the day. “We’ll be watching, Libby. Don’t make his life a living hell,” she pleads with me.

So he’s just as stuck in this as I am. “I’ll try,” I grunt. 

She comes around to give each of her children a kiss on the cheek before joining my father, leaving the 6 of us in a room alone. Agent Idris and his coworker relax their positioning, allowing their backs to lean against the wall informally.

Agent Jordan doesn't move a muscle. He just stands there with his hands clasped in front of his suit. Fed up with the lack of attention from him, I stand, dragging my fingers across the table as I walk over to him. I stop once our toes are nearly touching and I can feel his hot breath on me. “Hi,” I flirt, batting my lashes up at me.

He finally looks down at me and tilts his head. His jaw clenches and puts both hands on my shoulders, pushing me back so there’s some distance between us. “I don’t know what you think this is, princess. But I’m here for work, not for play,” he articulates with a sour disposition.

I cross my arms, sticking out my tongue at him before turning around. “You’re no fun,” I grumble, slinking back down into my seat next to Ellis. “Why do I always get the worse pick?” I ask the table.

The scraping of Hudson’s utensils against his plate has me wincing. “Probably cause of last summer,” he sneers before shoveling a forkful of waffles into his mouth.

My face contorts and I throw the closest thing to me at him; a strawberry. “Shut your virgin ass up, dude,” I hiss.

Huddy drops his utensils on the table, raising both hands to flip me the bird. “Fuck you, Libby,” he growls, standing and storming towards the door.

Agent Flynn is hot on his heels and Ellis's eyes study them until they disappear. She shrugs, seemingly unbothered as she finishes the last of her smoothie with a final slurp. “You can borrow mine if you want,” she offers. The thought of her sharing her guard with me makes me snicker, and together we giggle before the doors to the family room open again.

There’s almost always a few seconds before the person appears, and I always hold my breath. When I see it’s Jo, my fears are relaxed. “Libby, time for picture day,” she calls for me.

“Great,” I respond, standing from my seat and smoothing my dress. “See you at the fitting, bookie. Have a good day at school,” I turn and bid my little sister goodbye.

She smiles at me and waves. “Bye, Libby,” she returns.

As soon as we’re in the hallway, Jo nudges me with her elbow. “So, how’s that going,” she asks about the brooding soldier trailing me.

“Don’t touch her,” he growls from behind us, sending shivers up my spine.

The click of our heels continues and I turn my head around to tell him off. “It’s fine, she’s my aide,” I say over my shoulder. After a couple of paces, we turn a hall to the media rooms. “That’s how it’s going,” I mutter towards Jo.

At least 4 years with Agent Jordan. Fuck, I am fucked.

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Monster high is a doll brand and a Mattel property first. I wont claim i know who in charge of what and how much liberties a team has but it would be very awkward if the tv show had 4c hair texture just for the dolls to ended up with some waves

The barbie dolls have been getting some texture hairstyle lately so I'm optimistic that maybe down the line we’ll get some dolls with tighter curls but its Mattel we are dealing with, the one who took away Howleen curls for straight hair. Im very doubtful that the animation style is what limiting them now.

Also the “curly hair is hard to animate in 3d” narratives is false since there's bunch of show with characters with thigh curls. If you don't put effort into learning a skill, of course its going be hard when its time to use it.

Okay so at this point I’m pretty certain the issue with all the curly haired characters not having the same hair as their concept art, is due to the animation style.

Like Clawdeen, Clawd and Howleen all had tighter curls in their concept art. But the finished product gives us looser and less defined curls.

And at first when it was just Clawdeen with this issue, I was pissed because I thought it was intentional. But after seeing Clawd and Howleen I think it really may just be the animation style??

I’ve seen people who know more about CGI animation and such point out that proper curly hair and black hair styles can be difficult to recreate on 3D models, so maybe that’s the case here??

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Or it could be intentional, who really knows 🤷🏾‍♀️.

I’m just trying to give them the benefit of the doubt cause from what I’ve seen of Clawd, it looks like they tried to make his hair match his concept art for the most part.

And it kinda looks like they made Clawdeen’s hair bigger the way they did to like… give it the illusion of being curlier?? If that makes sense.

Idk, but if anyone knows more about how CGI animation and animating hair works I’d definitely love to hear your thoughts on this!

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Tea Tree Oil for Your Hair - Everything You Should Know

Tea tree oil for your hair: everything you should know

Women are always looking for the perfect way to keep their locks looking luscious. After all, their hair is by far the best way to make a statement, styling it to fit any outfit and occasion. If you’re amongst the many looking to care for your hair in a natural and easy way, or need to treat dandruff and other frustrating hair and scalp conditions, why not try tea tree oil? Here we’ll share all you need to know about tea tree oil, plus for more information about tea tree oil for hair care click here.

What is tea tree oil?

Many of us will have heard of tea tree oil, but do you know where it comes from? The tea tree shrub wood and leaves contain this oil we’re all so familiar with. Using steam distillation, it can be extracted, and thanks to its antiseptic, anti-inflammatory, antimicrobial and anti-fungal properties it’s a popular oil for many uses.

Why should you use tea tree oil for hair care?

Using tea tree oil for hair care is ideal thanks to its properties. Reasons it could help you, include:

Antifungal and antibacterial properties mean tea tree oil can help maintain a clean and healthy scalp.

Tea tree oil is a natural moisturizer, so helps to prevents a build-up of excess oil on your scalp.

As it’s a moisturizer, tea tree oil can soothe a dry and itchy scalp and help treat seborrheic dermatitis.

Dandruff can also be treated with tea tree oil thanks to its anti-fungal and antimicrobial properties.

How to use tea tree oil for hair care

Women who are interested in using tea tree oil for hair care, will need to take care to read the following steps to ensure they do so safely and effectively.

A minimal amount of pure tea tree oil (literally a few drops!) is need in your favourite oil, for example almond oil, for it to be effective.

Tea tree oil should always be added to a carrier oil such as jojoba oil or coconut oil.

Tea tree oil can be heated along with your chosen carrier oil for a warm scalp massage. Allow this to sit for around thirty minutes before rinsing it out. Do this once a week and it is a great way to keep your scalp and hair healthy.

Use tea tree oil for hair refreshing. By adding around 3-5 drops of tea tree oil to a spray bottle filled with water, you can mix up your own hair refreshing spray.

To use tea tree oil to treat dandruff or seborrheic dermatitis, add 15 drops of to your shampoo and use as part of your normal hair washing routine.

Women will always be looking for natural, simple ways to protect their hair and keep it healthy. Armed with the right information about using tea tree oil for hair care, you can be sure that this oil will help you take care of your hair and keep you looking fabulous.