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daffietjuh · 5 years ago

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Oh gosh! It's time for my contribution to the Roswell Cosmic Love Exchange! It’s technically the 14th where I’m at (it’s 6am but who really cares) so here it is! My wonderful subject (wait, that's a strange way to say that…. whatever) is @manesframe was such a joy to find a new blog that I love, with a user name I adore! I'm currently on vacation where the wifi is shaky at best, I've had to try just about every possible way to get this up, so I really hope this does what it's supposed to.

I was going to make this little story about Alex and his Beagle longer, but I've been sleeping awfully and I can barely remember my own name at this point.

Also, shoutout to @goodvibesinroswell for the awesome idea! We need more love in this fandom! Now, on with the show....story... whatever.

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When Alex’s therapist first suggested he should get a dog, he’d been a little apprehensive about it. How was he supposed to look after a creature, if he could barely look after himself? But his therapist, a lady in her late thirties who had experience with (ex)military personnel, seemed pretty enthusiastic about it. The dog would give him goal every day, get him out of the house and it would give him a sense of security at night. Like a teammate watching his back, which was an thought that definitely appealed to him. So, after thinking about it for a few weeks, Alex found himself at a shelter a few towns over where there was no chance of running into people he didn’t want to see.

He was going there to get some sort of Shepard, if it was supposed to make him feel safer, he should get a guard dog of sorts, right? He told the lady from the shelter as much and she happily lead him towards the bigger dogs. They passed several cages with small mop-like dogs, some curly haired spaniels, some rough looking black dog and… oh. The last cage of the row contained a small, sad looking pile of what appeared to be a Beagle. It’s ears were flopped down around his head, its little snout buried between its paws and it was curled up in the corner of the room.

Alex slowed down almost automatically. The lady from the shelter, her name tag read Allison noticed.

‘Ah, I see you’ve spotted Charlie.’ She sighed. ‘A really sad case, that one. His owner died very suddenly and no one in the family would take him in. We think he misses his old owner, because we just can’t get him to be happy.’ Alex felt a sharp pang of something that felt like heartache. He knew what this dog felt like.

Alex didn’t know how to be happy anymore either. He’d also lost friends, brothers.

‘Would you like to say hi to him?’ Allison asked. Before Alex’s brain had the chance to point out all the reasons he should say no to that, he was already nodding.

‘Yes, I’d like that.’ Allison opened the cage and let Alex step in. The dog lifted his head just a little, his big, brown eyes looked impossibly sad. ‘Hey there buddy.’ Alex let his instincts guide him and he sat down on the floor, a few feet away from the Beagle. Allison stayed quiet as Alex softly started to talk to the dog. ‘I heard you lost your best friend. I know what that’s like. I’m sorry to tell you this, but you never quite get over it. It sucks, but you can find ways to get back to living again, or so my therapist tells me.’ Alex shrugged, the Beagle had perked up a little, watching Alex with something close to interest.

‘I still don’t really know what I’m doing, but she suggested I should get a friend, when I told her I wasn’t very good at making friends anymore she told me to get a dog. Well, that’s not quite the truth, there were more reasons why she suggested it, but it was a part of it.’ Alex made sure his hand was resting on the floor towards Charlie, an offering. Slowly, keeping low to the ground, Charlie shuffled towards him, nudging his cold, wet nose against Alex’s hand. Alex smiled at him, he wasn’t sure why he felt so emotional all of the sudden.

‘He is very kind-hearted. Not quite what you were looking for, but sometimes life just brings you what you need.’ Allison said quietly from the left, Alex had almost forgotten she was there.

‘Yeah.’ He sounded much more chocked up than he was willing to admit. ‘Maybe you’re right.’ He said while he slowly pet Charlie over his soft back. He could feel the knobs of the Beagle’s spine. When he fell silent, he could actually hear a soft thump, thump, thump. When he looked over at Charlie, he realized the Beagle was softly wagging it’s tail. Not quite full on, but more than Alex had seen him do so far.

He brought the little one home, because he was a big fat softy.

It took them a few days to figure each other out. At first Charlie would get confused when Alex would walk around the cabin with his crutches. Alex would startle sometimes when he heard Charlie’s nails scratching over the hardwood floor. But they figured it out. Alex slept better at night, he wouldn’t wake up feeling like death anymore. Charlie got happier and more enthusiastic as the days went on. Alex realized it was good for him. Charlie liked routine, Alex liked routine. Charlie required regular walks, the outside air was good for Alex’s head and the walking was good for his leg. Alex didn’t feel so overwhelmingly alone anymore. Charlie even made Alex a friend, an actual human friend. He met Faith at the dog park (which Alex hadn’t even realized Roswell had), her dog Bowie immediately got along with Charlie and so Alex ended up making small-talk. Small-talk that turned into coffee, that turned into movie nights.

They were just similar enough to get along, but different enough to add something to the other’s life. Faith convinced Alex to go back to talking to Kyle, and then Liz and then Maria. Eventually, she even convinced him that talking to Michael wasn’t a horrible idea. It took time, months, but he got there. And so did Charlie. He adored Kyle and the girls from the moment he met him, he took a little time to warm up to Michael but he caved after a while. Like owner, like dog. Charlie even turned out to be a half-decent guard dog. When a bunch of drunken teens accidently stumbled across Alex’s cabin in a drunken midnight trek through the woods, the kids were convinced Charlie was a Doberman.

All in all, Charlie helped Alex heal, bit by bit and Alex helped Charlie find his groove again, bit by bit.

And when the latest threat, a purple-ish looking creature tried to go at Charlie, Alex but a bullet in it’s head without hesitation or shaking hands. No one touched his dog.

#cosmicloveexchange #cosmic love exchange 2019 #manesframe

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thysurveys · 6 years ago

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856.

Did you ever build furniture forts as a child? All of the time! What kind of dog is your favorite? Cocker Spaniels? I am not a massive dog fan. Are there any songs that inspire you? Not really? Mumford & Sons always inspire me, though. Is there anything on television worth watching at the moment? Good Doctor, if anything? Have you ever had an online meet-up? I mean, I met a girl from an online game once before, so. I guess?

What is bothering you as of now? Nothing right now. Do you prefer water or land? Land. I love the beach/sea/ocean though. Do you tend to make a lot of messes? Yeah, kind of? Are the majority of your friends male or female? Lol I barely have any friends, but I guess female? Have you ever considered dropping acid? Not about that. Would you consider yourself to be mature? Yeah. Describe your music style: I like different types of music. How does your hair currently look? It’s down and curly. I let it air dry. Are you close to any of your aunts / uncles? I was always close to my mum’s side. Who did you last creep on? No one?

If you have a car, what color is it? White. Have you ever experienced delusions before? Minor. Have you ever had a seizure? Nope. When was the last time you were in a hospital? I was at the hospital for Kev the other week. For myself was maybe a month or two ago when I had a severe ear infection I was hospitalised for. What country would you most like to visit in the future? I want to go back to America, New Zealand, UK. Do you go on vacations a lot? Nope. Are you self-conscious around other people? Yes. At your workplace, are you required to wear a uniform? What is your favorite pair of shoes? Nike and my flats. What was the last piece of candy you ate? I don’t remember the last time I ate “candy”. Do you plan on losing weight any time soon? I want to! Is sarcasm like a second language to you? Nope. Have you ever been in a heated pool? Yeah What is the name of your hometown? Do you adjust to things easily or not so much? Not so much. Have you ever witnessed a physical fight in real life? Plenty of them. What do you think of people who get drunk every weekend? I was one of those people. I don’t recommend it. Are you looking forward to anything? Sort of tonight now, now that my anxiety has finally subsided. And tomorrow! What was the last bad news you heard? I can’t think of anything right now. What was your GPA in high school? We didn’t go by GPAs. Are you planning on kissing anyone tomorrow evening? Yes. What was the last basically worthless thing you bought? No idea? Do you require a lot of private time? I guess? When did you last shower? About an hour ago. Do you use a lot of hair products? Not a lot, no. What is the most amount of money you’ve spent at one time? I mean, 10k? When I bought my car? What do you plan on doing with the rest of your life? I hope to get to at least work in my “dream” career for a year. Then be a mum. What is the best pizza place out there? I am not a great pizza fan. Does Facebook annoy you quite often? Fucking lately yes. Would you consider yourself a smart person? My EQ is more than likely higher than my IQ. What was the last comedy movie you watched? It wasn’t a film, but a short series with Ricky Gervais. Have you ever attempted to make anything crafty? Yeah. Do you use any medicines daily? I am supposed to. What was the last song you downloaded? I don’t download any songs. It’s all on my Spotify. Do you know how to play any odd instruments most people can’t play? I can’t think of anything? How long have you lived where you do know? Not even a year yet. Have you played on any sports teams in your lifetime? Only because I had to in Primary School/High School. Do you think you have a nice singing voice? Nope. Would you rather eat from a paper or glass plate? Idm? If you have a favorite television show, who’s your favorite character? I was really into The Fosters recently, but I finished it. I think my favourite character was Brendon and Lena. I related to them both more than the other characters. Callie fucking irked me so much a lot of the time lol. Do you curse a lot? LOL yes. Does it bother you when people copy your actions? Nah. Have you ever had to put up with a really annoying child? I mean yeah. Most children are annoying, yes? Lol What is your favorite way to fix your hair? Straighten it when I have time.

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purgatoryandme · 7 years ago

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So now that Tony's a little older in FB, what would happen if Tony from that universe got put into BS or IM?

Let’s just imagine that the Starks are living in New York in the 1920s and that their dynamic hasn’t changed. If Tony were about 14, and Bucky and Steve were their BS ages (18 and 16), it’d go a little something like this:

During his morning rounds, Bucky notices something’s a little different. It’s subtle at first - there’s some change in a cup with his gutter kids. Then it gets a little more obvious - his dock workers have a new pulley system, the Sicilian keeps laughing about something (”My name is- no, you know what, I’m not saying it again. I know you know it Barnes, really, is this necessary?”), and his gutter kids always seem to have a plate of sandwiches. Somebody is moving along Bucky’s route and swiping his chores. Moving in on his people. They’re doing an insultingly good job at it. Bucky’s pride stings a bit. On one hand, he can’t afford to feed all the kids. He knows that. Somebody helping out is a damn good thing - not a lot of people in this city cared about packless kids with the Depression and all. The docks needed the equipment, too, and he couldn’t provide that (though he’d been saving pennies and doing favours left and right). On the other hand, an unknown hanging around his people was enough to get Bucky’s hackles up on a good day. Somebody managing to avoid not only his notice, but the kids’ notice? That was a whole other brand of alarming. Also, he was jealous. So sue him - he never claimed to be a perfect Alpha. He nudges Steve awake well before dawn and drags him out of the house with him. Steve complains - he never wants to go out anymore, not since Sarah passed, but Bucky isn’t going to let him rot away in the dark. They have a mystery to solve. His curiousity and agitation fuel Steve with enough energy he at least begins to look around in interest.“Wha’ goin’ on Buck?��He yawns, squinting into the darkness of an awkwardly shaped alleyway (a great place to hide in the boroughs), “Some filth roll into th’ city ‘gain?”Bucky shakes his head and shushes Steve, keeping his eyes trained on the piece of land his gutter brats liked to hang out at in the early hours. Steve grumbles, but settles in to wait, a supportive presence at Bucky’s side. A slip of a kid (skinny as Steve) walks on absolutely silent feet around the corner. His brown hair tumbles in curls over his ears. His clothes are posh - way too posh for the area - but he moves in a way that reminds Bucky of the Sicilian. It’s threatening. The kid does some sleight of hand, producing a place of sandwiches from somewhere under his coat, placing it down so smoothly Bucky almost doesn’t see it. Everything about this tableau screams WRONG.Bucky growls and the kid’s head whips around. Steve stiffens by Bucky’s side, already beginning to smell like fight and giving their position away. The kid’s eyes focus on a dark patch just below their feet.“Oh, I thought somebody was watching over them…”The kid murmurs to himself. His hands move as he talks and Bucky’s spine goes ramrod straight, nervous that the kid is going to pull a knife or something from his coat (as fast as he pulled out the sandwiches). “I was just trying to help out a little - instinct’s a bitch.”The kid laughs self-depreciatingly. He looks incredibly tired. The wind picks up a little and Bucky can’t resist taking a whiff. He smells…absolutely nothing. He rears back, confused and somewhat affronted because kid’s smell neutral and this one just…didn’t. It was WRONG. Steve takes a step out from behind him, not able to pick up on the same weirdness Bucky was, and slips out of the shadows. Bucky tries to pull him back, however Steve is a slippery jerk even when he was tired (too used to Bucky grabbing at him by now). “We don’t need help.” Steve snarls, confrontational as can be, and then in a grumble: “But thanks for the sandwiches. The kids could use ‘em.” Bucky wants to grind Steve’s face in the goddamn dirt. Always so polite, even when he was rude. Sarah Rogers’ only success: giving Steve manners. Woman must be rolling over in her grave right now with the way he was using them. The kid bats his pretty brown eyes at Steve, a sly grin taking over his face. His fingers dance over his cufflinks as he responds, “You sure you couldn’t use some, too?”Steve snarls, drowning out Bucky’s, but the kid seems to catch it anyway. There’s some fleeting expression crossing his face - it seems a little lonely. “Ah,” The kid mumbles, “I didn’t realize you were somebody’s Prime. My bad - stepping on toes is something of a hobby, I guess. Or a curse.”He ambles away right afterwards, shoulders hunched in on himself and completely failing to notice the way Steve gawped after him. “He noticed I’m your Prime?”Steve demanded, grabbing Bucky by the collar and shaking him in excitement.“Wait - was he being rude?”Steve’s scent shifted to anger, “He was, wasn’t he? That jerk-”Bucky threw Steve over his shoulder for the second time that day, ignoring his kicking and shouting to investigate the plate of sandwiches. He picked one up to smell it - ham and cheese. Nothing else in it. Not poison or anything he could pick up. Maybe the weird kid wasn’t a threat. Bucky was going to watch him until he proved it, though.

Bucky and Steve go back to the alley the next morning, but the kid isn’t there. A plate of sandwiches is, though. Steve snickers while Bucky curses up a storm. He has to physically tow Bucky away from the sandwich plate and the curious gazes of his kids.The next time they show up, there’s no sandwich plate. But Bucky ain’t no fool and he knows this game, had to learn it to catch a bunch of half-feral brats, and so he waits. And waits. And waits even longer, well after Steve has started to doodle in his notebook.The kid shows up with his sandwiches. “You’re more patient than I thought.”He says, then jumps a good foot when Bucky replies, “’M not patient at all. ‘M impatient. Sittin’ out here all day ain’t my idea of a grand time.” The kid clutches at his heart and laughs shakily, “I didn’t actually think you were there. I was just testing-” Everything about his body language says ‘startled’, but he still smells like absolutely nothing. Then, bizarrely, Bucky gets a whiff of Beta shock that is…oddly flat. He sniffs at the air audibly and the kid scowls into the darkness of the alley. Bucky sniffs again just to annoy him. He hears Steve huff in amusement, which must hit the kid pretty hard, though he just…doesn’t react. Weird. Really really weird. The kid drops off his sandwich plate, then jumps again when one of Bucky’s kids grabs one and drops it into the kid’s coat pocket. They turn their head and, ah, yeah, of course it’s Yuki.“Thanks.” They mumble, “Ya gotta eat, too, though. Bucky’s always sayin’ that.” The kid’s face goes through a long series of expressions before settling on one Bucky usually sees on people petting kittens. Beside him, Steve makes a confused noise - nobody ever reacted to Yuki like that. Yuki was recently presented, a sharp-edged Omega who was always poking people’s emotions with a stick, always trying to piss them off just to see what kind of person they were (would they hurt them or would they just walk away?).Even from a distance, Bucky could just TELL that’s what they were doing. And this kid was just…smiling at them all creepy-like. “Yer weird.” Yuki mumbled, biting into a sandwich viciously. Some of the other gutter brats edged in closer, encouraged by the kid’s continued resistance to Yuki’s influence.“You’re a brat.”The kid said, reaching out and flicking Yuki’s nose. It gets him bit, but he just snorts. A gutter brat (Sunshine, AKA the pissiest little bugger Bucky had ever met) grabs his wrist and jams her nose into it. Bucky can’t pick up a damn thing and neither can the other brats, but Sunshine’s eyes go big and round.“Do that again!”She demands, but the kid just snorts and ruffles her hair. “A man’s gotta have his secrets, darling.” The kid says. He winks at the darkness of the alleyway and calls out, “Even from a fetching Prime and his invisible Second.” Then, as always, he disappears.

The Sicilian knows all about the kid. In fact, he knows too much about him. He’s got a weird twist to his mouth that Bucky has seen before. “How’s he mixed up with the likes of ya?” Bucky grumbles, pinching his nose. Steve has taken to poking around the city for signs of the mysterious kid. Bucky can’t tell if it’s because he wants to propose or to pick a fight, but he’s been tolerant of it if it gets Steve out of the house. The Sicilian (”Re-nal-to. Say it with me Barnes - Barnes, stop walking away!”) chuckles heartily.“Have you ever met Peggy Carter?” He asks, mischief tucked into the corners of every word. Bucky’s heard her name - he’s heard half the gossip in this city. A UK servicewoman who walked and talked like she’d throw you out a window for looking at her funny. One who had disappeared and reappeared within a year, hanging around the Stark mansion in Manhattan. “She’s not a Brooklyn girl.”Bucky responds, frowning. The Sicilian chuckles again and Bucky’s stomach drops,“The kid - no way. There’s no way a Stark wandered on in from Manhattan to Brooklyn! He’s been feedin’ orphans!”There’s a beat of silence wherein the Sicilian raises a single well-sculpted brow. “Maybe he’s got a secret.”The Sicilian says, pulling out a cigar and lighting it, “I bet you’d know all about that…”

The Stark kid is at the docks. All the dock Omegas are pestering him when Bucky and Steve show up - the Neighbours have a way of sucking up to strangers. It’s annoying, and the Stark kid actually looks grateful to see them when Bucky calls out a greeting. Up close, he looks even more posh than he had at a distance. He’s got golden skin and freckles, curly brown cocker-spaniel hair (Steve had drawn him as a dog. It’d been funny), and eyes framed by thick dark lashes. He almost looked like a girl, all delicate and unburnt, like he’d never worked a day in the sun. The kid tipped him a two-finger salute with heavily calloused hands. Huh. Angus ruffled the kid’s hair and swiped his wrist against his neck, making the kid startle pretty violently. Angus outwardly ignored the surprise over a fairly standard act, flipping his wrist up for the kid to smell (proving he was safe). The kid stared at his wrist like it was possessed, but took a whiff nonetheless, then awkwardly offered his own. Clearly he wasn’t all that used to being friendly with strangers. Quips were all well and good, but the dockside family act was freaking him out. Bucky reached out before Angus could and took the Starklet’s hand. He pulled it in so he could brush nose against the crook of his elbow instead, a much more intimate position, and locked eyes with him. The Starklet turned pink, frowned at him, and…Smelled just the slightest bit like a reluctantly amused Omega. Bucky froze, then pulled the kid closer again, tucking his nose right into the crook of his neck. Frustratingly, the Starklet smelled like nothing again. Absolutely nothing - not even whatever Beta bullshit was there before.“Take me for a shake first, doll.”The kid drawled. Bucky abruptly pulled back and felt himself blush to the roots of his hair. He winked at the kid and kissed his wrist, taking another sniff just to be sure-A flicker of Omega amusement. The jackass was taunting him. Bucky’s eyes flashed as Steve glanced between him and the secret Omega. Steve sighed - it looked like Bucky had found a new obsession. Not that Steve minded much this time. He was pretty curious, too.

Somebody was throwing rocks at their window. Bucky groaned and hauled himself out of bed. The dock Omegas had made him work a double-shift for trying to ditch work to follow the kid down the street - his whole body hurt. Another rock hit the window. Sighing, Bucky pried it open, ready to yell at his stupid street brats. An apple nearly socked him in the jaw. Bucky fumbled and caught it, peering blearily at the note wrapped around it. “My name’s Tony. Bet you won’t figure out what’s different at the docks tomorrow before sundown.” There’s a stick figure drawn at the bottom of it. It looks like…Steve with devil horns, maybe? Or bull horns - actually, it was probably bull horns, knowing Steve. There’s a stick figure of Bucky next to him, identifiable only by the speech bubble above his head saying, “I can’t find anything without my nose.”Bucky jams his head out the window, yelling into the night, “That’s jus’ yer opinion Tony, ya fake Beta! Fight me like a real man!” His neighbours yell at him, but Bucky doesn’t care. He only cares that Tony heard him (his laughter echoing in the streets, high and bright, indicating that he’s not afraid to wander Brooklyn in the wee hours. Probably knew how to handle himself - good. Bucky didn’t need to give in the newfound urge to walk him home, then).

Steve’s the one who figures out that the fishing boat has been refinished and then stained to look EXACTLY the same, just more seaworthy. He busts a gut over it - coughing and wheezing while his amusement makes the Neighbours chuckle. For once in Steve’s life, Bucky actually wishes he’d get mad, because he can’t believe he’s been had like this. Tony doesn’t show up at the docks to greet them when they get back and there’s some murmurs of disappointment. The new finish is excellent, despite it’s old and used look. Steve is especially curious about how Tony did it (he’s warming up to him too fast. Bucky can’t believe his grouchy best friend is giving in this easily - is it because Tony’s a skinny brat, too?). They find him lounging with the street kids, all of the dogpiling on top of him. The sight stops them dead in their tracks - Bucky’s kids don’t trust ANYONE that easy (suddenly Bucky remembers his first impression of Tony. The idea that something was wrong with him came back with all the force of a freight train). Tony smells like a happy Omega. It’s strong - it’s really strong, nearly bowls Bucky over and has Steve taking a step forward before Bucky can grab him to hold him back. “So ya are an Omega!” Bucky bursts out, trying to keep a struggling Steve from diving into the puppy pile, “I dunno why Renalto kept tryin’ to say ya were a Stark - their kid’s a Beta-”Tony’s scent abruptly goes completely flat. It’s disquieting and Bucky’s kids retreat from him quickly. Steve whines high in the back of his throat, not sure how to proceed (he never knew how to deal with people he actually liked). “Looks like Brooklyn isn’t far enough away.”Tony muttered, dusting himself off. “See ya.” He said, then immediately started running. Without thinking, Bucky took off right after him, tuning out Steve’s angry shouting.

Bucky hears a bit of Tony’s story when he catches him, but he doesn’t get the rest until Tony comes back a few months later with a broken arm. There’s no way Bucky can knife Tony’s dad. He knows that. It doesn’t stop him from thinking about it. Doesn’t stop Steve from drawing a political cartoon for free for the local newspaper of Howard Stark swapping out Lady Liberty’s torch for a gun. Tony laughs. He laughs but it doesn’t change the fact that his arm is broken and he’s a little colder. Doesn’t change the fact he doesn’t come back for almost a year after that.

When Tony finally rolls back into town, he nuzzles against Steve like an overfriendly cat just to watch him blush. He nips Steve’s neck and swipes his wrists over his sweater, staining it with his smug amusement. Steve smells hilariously embarrassed when he very seriously marks Tony back. It gets Bucky thinking, just like he’s been doing for awhile - he wants Tony Stark in the pack. Steve likes him, which is an absolute rarity, and Bucky does, too. Bucky sneaks up behind him and wraps his arms around Tony’s waist. He nips the back of his neck playfully, snuffles at his hair while dodging Tony’s attempts of swatting at him, then rubs his head against his back. Tony screeches in annoyance when Bucky catches a hand and nips that, too. Smugly, he rubs his wrist right against Tony’s, mingling their scent in a way that satisfied an itch deep inside. He pulls Tony inwards so they are chest to chest. “Only Steve gets a mark? Sugar, I’m hurt.” He rumbles, grinning slyly as Tony pinks and Steve rolls his eyes (used to seeing Bucky pull this on every pretty face since he turned 16). Tony rolls his eyes, too.“You can’t handle me - you’re just a Second.” Tony tells him, craning his head so he can wink at Steve. Steve’s thin chest puffs out and Bucky wants to dump him on his head. “I’m a big bad Redline.” Bucky tells Tony, snuffling at his hair again, “I can handle anything.” Tony groans, pushing Bucky’s face away and squishing his cheeks (much to Steve’s amusement), “More like you’re even weaker to it than anyone else. Ugh, here-” He rubs his wrists against his neck, concentrating on collecting just a bit of scent (an ability he won’t share the origins of with them), and then he presses it over Bucky’s heart. Tony grins at him, all shark-teeth and bad intentions, and then rubs his fingers over Bucky’s neck in a way that makes his knees go weak. Tony smells all kinds of sultry and possessive. Bucky holds him tighter, snatching those devious fingers to nip at the tips (pressing their hips together for just a moment). The three of them go out for shakes, wind up dancing on Tony’s dime, and tumble back into the apartment together. Tony sleeps between the two of them, but while both Steve and Bucky reach for a bond, there’s no reciprocation on Tony’s end. They don’t get a chance to try again before they get another apple note. Tony’s aunt is off to join Britain’s war effort and Tony is going, too.

They meet again at war. Tony’s in the uniform of the enemy, his scent flat and blank, and there’s a warning in his gaze as he looks down at Bucky and the Howlies in their cages. Bucky stays mum and the Howlies, god bless their hearts, do as well. Tony ghosts back in the night, face pale and drawn, and whispers, “They’re doing experimentation here. Anyone who is sick - they’re going to use it as a test to see if the serum makes people better.” Bucky coughs into his hand and wonders what entity he’s pissed off. Tony leans his forehead against the bars. “That serum kills. I have to get you out of here.”Tony whispers. There’s a determined set to his shoulders that comes straight out of Steve’s playbook. it’s one that says, ‘I’m gonna do something stupid’. Bucky reaches out to snatch Tony’s sleeve from between the bars, but he’s already gone. The whole base is hit by a screaming inferno of fear the next night. It causes pandemonium and Bucky just knows the origin is Tony. It’s a terrifying thought (something was wrong with him, but something was wrong with Bucky, too). Not only does it throw Hydra into disarray, the scent pulls in Steve like a bloodhound. Bigger, better at smelling, and much more likely to bond Steve Rogers, newly minted as Captain America. Apparently Tony had left a blazing trail to the place - he’d gone for a walk to remember all morning. They all escape, but no one sees Tony. Bucky’s fever peaks and he passes out.

When he comes to, he feels a powerful bond and knows it’s Steve. He could probably identify him anywhere now. But he also feels another one, twisted and little bit off, and groans, “Tony?”Just like that, it snaps into place, like it had been waiting to for years. Tony’s part of the pack now.Bucky doesn’t open his eyes to see how pale Tony’s face has gone or how equally sheet white Peggy Carter is. He has no idea what Tony will be going home to.

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unwoundvisions · 5 years ago

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Cayla Stark Info Fill (1982)

My crush’s name is: Tony Stark

I was born in: 1949

I am really: Happy

My eye color is: Hazel

My shoe size is: 7.5 UK size (I think)

My height is: 5′7

I am allergic to: Certain ingredients in antibiotics.

My 1st car was: I didn’t get a car until Anya was born. It’s nothing like Tony’s fast cars. It’s just a Range Rover. Not flashy at all but it will fit all four of us which is all I care about.

My 1st job was: Doing makeup for people.

Last book you read: The Lion, The Witch and the Woredrobe

My bed is: Comfortable.

My pet: We have a Coker Spaniel named Lady (yes, after Lady and the Tramp). We also have a white cat named Marie (Yes, after the Aristocats).

My best friend: Tony Stark (but also John Decon and Rachel Boyton).

My favorite shampoo is: Anything that smells fruity.

Piggy banks are: Very cute (my kids actually have them).

In my pockets: I’ve got reminders scrambled up in them, candy for kids, probably a couple of hair ties and maybe money.

On my calendar: Birthdays, vacations, and lots of business related things.

Marriage is: The best.

My mom: Supportive.

How many cousins do you have? A lot I think.

Do you have any siblings? No (in this universe).

Are your parents divorced? Yes

Are you taller than your mom? No

Do you play an instrument? No but Brian has tried to teach me guitar. It never goes well.

What did you do yesterday? After some work stuff, Tony and I picked up the kids, ran errands, ran into Rachel and Rog, eventually came home to eat dinner, watch tv and get them bed.

[ I Believe In ]

Love at first sight: Not really.

Luck: Yes

Fate: No.

Yourself: Kinda.

Aliens: Yes.

Heaven: Yes.

Hell: Yes.

God: Yes.

Horoscopes: Kinda (but they suck for the most part).

Soul mates: Kinda.

Ghosts: Yes.

Gay Marriage: Hell yes.

War: Fuck no.

Orbs: Like the orbs ghost show in pictures sometimes? Kinda?

Magic: Kinda.

[ This or That ]

Hugs or Kisses: I really don’t have a preference.

Drunk or High: Drunk

Red heads or Black haired: Red heads (I’m biased).

Blondes or Brunettes: Brunettes.

Hot or cold: Cold.

Summer or winter: Winter.

Autumn or Spring: Autumn.

Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla.

Night or Day: Night.

Oranges or Apples: Appels.

Curly or Straight hair: Both.

McDonalds or Burger King: Burger King.

White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: Both.

Flip flops or high heals: Flip flops (just because their more comfortable and I’m lazy).

Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: Sweet and poor.

Coke or Pepsi: Coke.

Buried or cremated: Cremated.

Singing or Dancing: Singing.

Small town or Big city: Big city.

Manicure or Pedicure: Both but my least favorite is pedicure.

Your Birthday or Christmas: Christmas.

Chocolate or Flowers: Chocolate.

Disney or Six Flags: Disney.

[ Here’s What I Think About ]

War: Is good for absolutely nothing. Pointless and it’s the worst.

Gay Marriage: Should be legal everywhere.

The presidential election: Rarely turns out the way it should.

Abortion: The woman’s body, her choice.

Parents: Can be the worst sometimes but they usually mean well. Unless their awful.

Back stabbers: Conniving assholes.

Work: Has become more about supporting your life than doing what you love.

My Neighbors: Probably hate how loud me and the kids can get in the back yard.

Gas Prices: Always too high.

Designer Clothes: Are a luxury but I don’t need need too many.

College: A lot of work but fun sometimes.

Sports: Confuse me.

My family: is my world.

The future: Looks very bright.

[ Last time I ]

Hugged someone: I hugged quite a few people yesterday, my kids, Tony and Rachel.

Last time you ate: This morning, Tony made breakfast.

Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: Elton came over a couple of days ago and it was the best.

Cried in front of someone: I took the kids to see E.T and properly cried when he had to go home. They were confused.

Went to a movie theater: Actually went a few days ago with Tony, Roger and Rach.

Took a vacation: We’re trying to plan a proper one but we did take a short trip to New York with the kids.

Swam in a pool: A good while ago.

Changed a diaper: Thankfully, Anya has been out of diapers for a couple of years.

Got my nails done: Way too long ago but there’s always more important things to do.

Went to a wedding: We went to one a year ago for one of Tony’s clients I wasn’t too familiar with but it was nice.

Broke a bone: Thankfully, never.

Got a piercing: I got my ears pierced when I was a teenager but I never wore earrings enough so the now are filled in now.

Broke the law: I haven’t really. I’m boring.

[ MISC ]

Who makes you laugh the most: Tony Stark

Something I will really miss when I leave home is: My kids.

The last movie I saw: E.T

The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: A weekend with my family and no work...hopefully.

The thing I’m not looking forward to: Having to cross paths with Paul or fucking Quentin.

People call me: Cayla.

The most difficult thing to do is: At the moment, answering tough questions kids ask.

I have gotten a speeding ticket: No, and somehow my husband never fucking has despite his driving. One day he will and I’ll finally be right.

My zodiac sign is: Pisces.

The first person i talked to today was: Anya Stark, she woke me up to tell me that Tony made breakfast.

First time you had a crush: Was when I was super young and didn’t realize what it was. It was actually a girl who lived near by.

The one person who i can’t hide things from: Tony Stark

Last time someone said something you were thinking: A couple of days ago when Tony told me to stop worrying about the kids. They were at home with a babysitter we trust but I still worry.

Right now I am talking to: Peter, he’s doing his homework while I fill this out.

What are you going to do when you grow up: I’m grown up so my goal is to stay young with my kids until they grow up and get annoyed.

I have/will get a job: As a manager for Queen but I’m also producing movies now when I have the time (which is rare).

Tomorrow: is Monday

Today: is Sunday

Next Summer: Queen’s Hot Space tour

Next Weekend: Family time.

I have these pets: Lady and Marie.

The worst sound in the world: I’m going to say it’s a tie between listening to Quentin speak or newborns crying.

The person that makes me cry the most is: I’m gonna say myself because I’ll get myself worked up over nothing.

People that make you happy: Tony, Peter, Anya, Rachel, Deacy, Roger, Freddie, Brian, Elton...and so many others.

Last time I cried: Not long ago due to the E.T fiasco.

My friends are: Amazing.

My Car: Perfect for what we need it for.

I lose all respect for people who: Those who don’t treat people with common decency and respect.

The movie I cried at was: Again, damn E.T. Stupid little thing. Making me cry in front of my actual children who did not like him because of his ugliness.

Your hair color is: Auburn

Your dream vacation: At the moment, I want to take the kids to Disney World. They’ve seen much cooler places but maybe they’d like it too.

The worst pain I was ever in was: Emotional pain? When I was a teenager. Physical? Childbirth was just as bad as I imagined. Worth it though. Just won’t be doing it again if I can help it.

How do you like your steak cooked: I don’t eat red meat very often. If I do, it’s medium well.

My room is: Has lots of kids toys in it. I really don’t know how they keep getting in here.

My favorite celebrity is: I’ll go with Elton.

Where would you like to be: I’m happy at home at the moment.

Do you want children: I did and I got them. A bit sooner than I expected but they’re here now and can hold conversation which is fun.

Ever been in love: Yes.

Who’s your best friend: Tony Stark

More guy friends or girl friends: Guy friends.

One thing that makes you feel great is: Tony.

One person that you wish you could see right now: Freddie, he’s always so busy.

Do you have a 5 year plan: Not at all.

Have you made a list of things to do before you die: Nope.

Have you pre-named your children: Anya was sort of prenamed because I had thought of the name before but she was almost named Amelia for a while.

Last person I got mad at: Tony, for working through the night and not letting me come help out.

I would like to move to: We’re happy here.

I wish I was a professional: Singer and director.

[ My Favorites ]

Candy: Sour gummies

Vehicle: Range Rover

State visited: New York

Singer: Freddie Mercury

Band: Queen

Animal: Tiger

Theme park: Disneyworld, though I haven’t been but it looks really nice.

Holiday: Christmas

Sport to watch: None but Peter likes football so I’m trying to learn a bit about that.

Sport to play: I’ve played some football with Peter but he’s way better than me.

Book: The Hobbit.

Day of the week: Friday

Beach: I don’t have a preference.

Concert attended: Queen in Montreal, 1981

Thing to cook: Pasta

Food: Greek or Italian.

Restaurant: Italian.

Perfumed: Anything thats not too strong.

Flower: Roses.

Color: Red.

#╰ curvy cayla ╮#♫ play the game (queen fic)#✧ modest musings ✧#(( i got to fill in some super fluffy stuff which was fun ))#(( and fun fact: peter would be 9 and anya would be 6 at this time ))#(( and e.t is the only movie i was familar with from that year lol ))

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park jimin | on days like this, jimin thinks he should really thank his mom for putting up with him. | 1.9k words. | fluff. requested.

Jimin doesn’t do this often. Take a breath, that is.

He’s usually cracking his eyes open at six in the morning when the dog has to pee, and he sleepily counts the things he has to do that day on the Mickey Mouse themed calendar magnet-pinned to the fridge while Connie poops in circles in the backyard. When the relieved cocker spaniel finally makes her way back inside, it’s time for breakfast and time for his day to start.

He flips on the coffee pot and sets out your traveling mug; at the same time, he’s cracking several eggs into a warming skillet and setting out the right amount of bacon to fry and enough bowls to fill with cereal. Connie sniffs at his ankles, barely covered by the toasty warm pink socks decorated with Princess Aurora’s face on them that the middle oldest had chipped in to buy him for Christmas. It’s quiet, save for the sizzle of eggs in the pan and his mind running at a million miles an hour. In about fifteen minutes, the eldest, Ji-hye, would make her way downstairs in a none too graceful manner and berate her father with questions about where her calculator went or if he could help her comb and braid her unruly curly mane two minutes before the bus arrived. Jimin thinks he should receive an award for fastest fish tail braid in the world, at least.

His days move like this often, except for Sundays and Saturdays when he’s granted an extra two hours of sleep curled into your warmth before the kids come to wake you both up. He doesn’t mind the (usually rough and rowdy) greeting of several little girls propelling themselves onto Jimin’s back. Mainly because he’s smothered in wet mouthed kisses as his daughters wish him good morning. The three of them plus their mother cuddling into his chest makes for a pretty nice wake up call, even if he does complain that Soo is kneeing him in the abdomen and Minah is sitting on his ankle.

Jimin had, surprisingly, been the first to start up a family out of the seven of his friends, Jungkook being the second. Meeting the mother of his children had been an accidental slip up at the airport; you had meant to buy the seat next to your best friend, but instead spent the thirteen hour flight to LA next to Jimin because your friend’s seat partner refused to give up her window seat (and when your friend had seen who you’d be sitting next to for the rest of the flight, she had promptly lied to Jimin’s face that she was perfectly fine where she was, shooting you a wink as you walked away). In the end, Jimin and you had become friends so quickly that by the time you both landed, you had exchanged numbers and met up for coffee in the city during the duration of both your vacations.

A coffee date or four turned into silly arcade dates and roller skating with each other to Bruno Mars, and fast forward three years later, Jimin was popping the question in front of your favorite ramen restaurant and catching you as you squealed and threw yourself into his arms. You two had barely waited to officially wed, and even less waited to start on a family. You had truly found your soulmate, and it felt so fairytale that you had to pinch yourself sometimes when you looked into his eyes.

Mornings like these, when you would shuffle downstairs to get ready for work, assured there was no pinch needed.

The strong aroma of coffee hit your senses just as soon as you woke up, and you’d known immediately that it was another day with the man you loved. Watching him flip bacon and set up backpacks for the girls’ day at school was like a dream you were glad was a reality. You weren’t sure if he knew how much you loved him, so you made sure to make it known at every possible moment.

Even as you simply leaned against the island in the kitchen, arms folded and eyes lovingly sweeping Jimin’s sleepy figure in, you knew he could feel the literal hearts you were shooting at him through your gaze.

“You should get dressed, honey. Traffic is a killer at the beginning of the week, you know.” Jimin says, glancing over his shoulder at you. His messy dark hair shrouds his eyes some, but you can see the brimming reprimand he’s firing up for you if you didn’t get moving. Instead, you give him a lopsided smirk in response.

“Can’t I look at my handsome husband a little longer? We haven’t been on a date in a while.” “The last ‘date’ we had, I recall, resulted in the littlest one currently whining her way out of bed right now.” Jimin chuckles under his breath.

“That’s cause you were too desperate to grab a con-” You can barely finish your sentence, having sauntered over to his side, before he leans in to press a warm kiss to your lips to shut you up. He doesn’t move and neither do you, simply relishing in the intimate feeling. This, too, he rarely got to do without six pairs of prying eyes around the corner. Right now it was just you and Jimin… and maybe Connie, but Connie was busy licking up spilled peanut butter on the floor from Jimin’s hasty attempt at making PB&J earlier.

Jimin raises his hand and cups your cheek as he pushes you back, even as you lean in with a barely audible whine, upset he’s denying you a longer kiss. His soft fingers brush away the sleep from the corners of your eyes as you lean into him, relishing in his warmth. The feeling is so intoxicating that you start to lull against his side, and he can tell.

Gently wrapping an arm around your waist, he shuts off the skillet and lets the bacon cook a little longer on the fleeting heat before scooping it up and setting it on a plate beside your arm. Breakfast is finished, yet he can’t give you his full attention just yet.

As the kids rush down the stairs, Jimin does the usual with an additional onlooker peeking from her spot on the kitchen counter. Jimin does braids and ponytails and buns, he fixes blazers and corrects crooked bowties, and he makes sure every mouth is fed before helping them to the door, right on time for the bus as always. He crouches after opening the front door and he’s blessed with three quick kisses in succession, a chorus of goodbyes to both their father and mother filling the morning air before they’re being taken to school and out of sight.

When Jimin enters the house again, you’ve yet to make an attempt to get dressed, and your coffee has long since gone cold. “Calling in sick?” He murmurs, knowing all to well the look you give him as he quietly walks toward you with hands deep in the pockets of his shorts.

You nod and hold your arms open for him, which he gladly sinks into with a chuckle. You press your face into his neck and inhale, making him squirm in your hold. “That tickles.” Jimin complains, pushing at you lightly.

“Take a breath, Park Jimin, my loving husband. Today is all about you. Take a breath and let me take care of you.” Your voice is barely above a whisper at his ear, and yet just like that, he melts into you like the weight of the world has finally fallen off his shoulders. His arms encase you in a needy hug and you hold him back just as tight, unable to fight the loving smile you press into his hair as he sighs. For the first time in a while, Jimin lets go of the stresses of being a perfect dad for three beautiful angels and an equally perfect husband for the angel who gave him them all. He sinks into you and relishes in your caring touches that remind him he’s not the only caretaker in the home. You’re there too, loving and supporting him every step of the way. You’re there, and always have been.

Jimin hadn’t really seen himself becoming a stay at home dad all those years ago when the group first started. He hadn’t even known he’d find someone who he’d want to settle down with so quickly. He had opted to be a bachelor like Yoongi for as long as possible (”it’s for solidarity, hyung”), but his plans had long since been whipped and skewed to the point where Jimin was no longer in the business of making promises for anything.

Though it was tough, being the only man in a home full of girls, Jimin had since learned one by one that it was much tougher to be a parent than he had expected. The worried feelings that bubbled inside his stomach every time one of his little girls grew a year older and a year smarter left him wondering how long it’d be before they too started exploring their own world and nature. He wanted them to do so in the safest way possible, but he also knew that he could not be too picky. He had been used to giving advice on it for so long that when it had been spit back at him, he had gone blank.

“I don’t want her to get hurt, Jimin… she’s my whole world.” Jungkook had barely given his child a chance to escape his arms since Jimin had showed up at his friend’s humble home. If Jungkook could propel hearts through his eyes, the newborn in his arms would be absolutely drowning in them by now.

“She’s going to get hurt whether you like it or not, you know. That’s just the way of the world.”

“How are you going to fare, then? If I’m having this much trouble with one, you’re gonna have three times as much!”

Jimin, for the first time, is stunned into silence by the kid. Jungkook watches on with a know-it-all look on his face and smirks, but it is not to mock Jimin so much as it is to prove his point silently. Jungkook would only have to righteously defend one daughter from nasty pubescent germ-carriers called teenage boys at least a handful of times. Jimin would have to go through it again, and again, and again…

“…Well, It’s me, (Y/N), Connie, and the rest of you boys. We should be able to defend them all just fine.” Jimin smiles, nudging Jungkook with his shoulder, careful not to wake the resting baby in his arms. He watches with great amusement as Jungkook’s hold tightens just a little bit in fear that Jimin hit too hard and his grip would come loose. Jimin was awfully pleased he’d be seeing Jungkook grow as a father firsthand, if it meant experiencing his awkward fumbles like this all the time.

With cautious steps, Jungkook lowers his little girl into her crib and lets out a content sigh, “I just had a bad thought, Jimin,” the eldest of the two’s ears perk at this, only half paying attention while his hands fumble with a little stuffed teddy bear in the corner of the nursery, “what if… one of the boys has a kid too, and one of our girls fall for them?”

On days like this, Jimin thinks he should really thank his mom for putting up with him.

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We Tried Out Pinterest Hair Tutorials And This Is What Happened

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We Tried Out Pinterest Hair Tutorials And This Is What Happened

Looks like things are about to get Pinteresting.

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2. With Pinterest being one of the most popular beauty resources, we got five women with different hair types to try out the most popular DIY hairstyles.

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Allison: I’m Jewish so I got that Jew hair: longish, darkish, curlyish, frizzyish.

Kirsten: I have short, thick, wavy hair. I’ve never been very into doing my hair, so this is going to be interesting for me. I’ll be excited if I can find some quick, easy hairstyles.

Candace: Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve been “blessed” with more hair than I can handle. It always air-dries into a a grown-ass Simba mane.

Kristin: I have long, fine, curly hair. If it’s too long I look like a cocker spaniel; if it’s too short, it frizzes up and I look like a clown. I am bad at Pinterest, so I do not have high hopes for this.

Sheridan: Well, I’m black. But really, I like to describe my hair as “What the fuck are you?” It does this weird curly-wavy-straight thing and there’s a reason why I see my hairdresser as often as possible.

4. The Half-Crown Braid Tutorial from Hair Romance from the front…

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6. …and from the back:

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Macey J. Foronda for BuzzFeed

Allison: Not to be Allison Bragg, but I was pretty sure this one was going to be easy for me since I’ve been known to dabble in the braid crown. My technique is typically the poor man’s version of this, so I was a little thrown off, but overall it was pretty easy.

Kirsten: This one isn’t bad. I mean, I am pretty bad at hair, but I can conquer a braid, so this one wasn’t terrible for me. Though I do wish I had some Rapunzel locks to make this look cooler.

Candace: Braiding is actually a way for me to pin down the puffiness of my hair. It was hard to determine how much hair to actually grab though. I was really proud of my braids, so I discovered I DID get something out of Girl Scouts.

Kristin: I got lucky. I got so lucky. I was not expecting this turn out OK and THEN IT TOTALLY DID. I haven’t seen it from the back, but I suspect I am living the American hair dream. Also, taking this out was easier than putting this in.

Sheridan: Like WTF kind of black magic is this shit? The chick’s hair looks FLAWLESS in the tutorial, and if she’s gonna tell me she didn’t blow-dry, straighten, then perfectly wave the bottom in order to have a good base to do this, then buh-bye. In the end, it didn’t look as terrible as I thought it would, but let’s be honest, this style is for longer hair.

8. The Two-Minute Updo With a Headband from Hello Natural

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Allison: LOL! We all looked like George Washington or judges from the 18th century.

Kirsten: Is my rat tail out? My ears kept poking out like that girl from Lord of the Rings. Actually, just Orlando Bloom. But like a not-hot version. Also, this did not take me two minutes. This could come out at any second. Actually — like right now, it is coming out right now.

Candace: I think my hair is just too damn thick for the Pinterest lifestyle. I aimed for 1920s chic, but because of how bad I am with hair, I got George Washington mixed with Princess Leia.

Kristin: I think this only takes two minutes if you are good at things, which I am not. Also, my hair is way too fine for this. I feel like I’m wearing a hat. Allison and Kirsten look good, though.

Sheridan: I feel like it’s the Regency era and I’m a Bennet sister but no one mentions me because I’m worse than Lydia.

10. The Easy Hair Bow from Beautylish

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Allison: I was so excited for this one because it’s a BOW MADE OF HAIR, GUYS! But it ended up looking like three buns on the top of my head. Whatever, I’m not mad at it. Going to try this every day for the rest of 2015 and see if I can perfect it. Hoping to really nail it down as my summer look.

Kirsten: I feel like this is a hairstyle that I would see on Zenon: Girl of the 21st Century. Or maybe Ariana Grande would wear this and people would look at you like, “How does that girl not have a headache?”

Candace: I swear, it is pretty much impossible for me to line something up perfectly in the center of my head. I need to live in the ’80s where everything was to the side. I’m proud because I could actually get a semi-decent bow, but the lopsidedness was so sad, so, so sad.

Kristin: Look, I’ve always wanted to join the Mickey Mouse Club, so this worked out fine for me.

Sheridan: LOL. No.

12. The Half-Up Criss-Cross Updo from Ma Nouvelle Mode from the side…

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14. …and from the back:

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Allison: I don’t get this one at all. It’s just like a half pony thing? Also teasing my hair is a big mistake, and I know not to go there.

Kirsten: When I teased my hair that gave me a nice “after sex” look, but not the kind you want, the kind where you run into the bathroom and fix yourself so the person isn’t terrified of you.

Candace: So, I feel like Snooki pre-baby right now, and I’m ready for my duckface selfie. You’re supposed to tease your hair for more volume in the tutorial, and I should have known not to do that based on how poofy my hair already is.

Kristin: This took me three tries. I tried so hard, you guys, but all I got was mad bumps. My hair just didn’t wanna. No amount of back-combing was gonna make this happen for me. Now I just have a head full of frizz.

Sheridan: So, according to the tutorial, short hair girls can totally rock this hairstyle, and I have to say…doesn’t look too terrible. The teasing was my favorite part — it brought me back to my picturesque New Jersey childhood in which bumps were REQUIRED. I wish I had a little bit straighter hair just so that the sides would look less frizzy and a little more ~sleek~ but I didn’t hate this so SUCCESS.

16. The Straightened Braid Waves Tutorial from Hey Wanderer

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Allison: This made me look like I’m in an ’80s hair band. I guess it’s supposed to curl your hair, but it kind of straightened mine?

Kirsten: I think I should have tried larger braids because I kinda look like I got electrocuted. This hairstyle was described as “after beach” wavy and I look like “after I got caught in the undertow” wavy.

Candace: Welp, I was super excited about this, thinking, “YAS I can finally do my hair in under an hour.” Wrong, so wrong. I ended up getting this, like, ’00s middle school crimped-lion hybrid. I made my natural waves turn into teeny tiny riptides. I feel like I have no skill.

Kristin: Yeah, my hair looks the same.

Sheridan: I feel like this hairstyle actually made my hair look straighter. I could totally rock this look normally — no sarcasm. Maybe people will mistake me for Solange Knowles. Don’t white people think that all black people look alike? They’ll be like, “Black girl, big hair, Solange, Solange!” I’m just getting carried away now. This one is an A+, y’all.

18. After putting our hair expertise to the test, we had some final thoughts:

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Allison: I don’t even own a brush, hair dryer, or straightener, soooo I suppose I’m not the target demo here. I prefer to keep my look au naturel, but I am a big fan of all these braids and bows and will definitely incorporate them into my look (summer 2015 here I come).

Kirsten: I’m the type of person that can’t even get all of my hair into a ponytail correctly, so these tutorials were hard for me to say the least. They are advertised as being super easy and quick to do, but if you don’t have fine, long, wavy hair I think they don’t work as well.

Candace: I mean, it’s always been incredibly hard to do anything with my hair, and I know I am an exception, but people still have insanely thick hair like me. I guess there really are hairstyles that are specifically for certain hair, and that’s OK. To those with coarse and unruly hair out there, you’re NOT alone.

Kristin: I think the important takeaway here is that doing your hair is hard, and being good at it is harder, so everyone should just try to be a little nicer and more patient with themselves because we all have to go through a lot of bologna to look good in the morning.

Sheridan: I’m glad I got to be a part of this and represent the awkward black girl who doesn’t know how to do her own hair, but this honestly just reaffirmed my belief that you don’t get in between a black woman and her weekly hairdresser, whether that’s her sister, mom, paid professional, aunt, or even a dad who knows how to wield a comb like no other.

Read more: http://www.buzzfeed.com/candacelowry/this-is-what-pinterest-hair-tutorials-actually-look-like-on

#beauty #fails #hair #la originals #pinterest #pinterest fails #pinterest hair #pinterest hair tutorials on different hair types #pinterest hairstyles on hair types #try girls #trying pinterest hair tutorials

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We Tried Out Pinterest Hair Tutorials And This Is What Happened

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We Tried Out Pinterest Hair Tutorials And This Is What Happened

Looks like things are about to get Pinteresting.

View this image ›

Nathan W. Pyle for BuzzFeed / Macey J. Foronda for BuzzFeed

2. With Pinterest being one of the most popular beauty resources, we got five women with different hair types to try out the most popular DIY hairstyles.

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Macey J. Foronda for BuzzFeed

Allison: I’m Jewish so I got that Jew hair: longish, darkish, curlyish, frizzyish.

Kirsten: I have short, thick, wavy hair. I’ve never been very into doing my hair, so this is going to be interesting for me. I’ll be excited if I can find some quick, easy hairstyles.

Candace: Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve been “blessed” with more hair than I can handle. It always air-dries into a a grown-ass Simba mane.

4. The Half-Crown Braid Tutorial from Hair Romance from the front…

Christina Butcher / hairromance.com

Macey J. Foronda for BuzzFeed

Macey J Forornda for BuzzFeed

6. …and from the back:

Christina Butcher / hairromance.com

Macey Foronda for BuzzFeed

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Kirsten: This one isn’t bad. I mean, I am pretty bad at hair, but I can conquer a braid, so this one wasn’t terrible for me. Though I do wish I had some Rapunzel locks to make this look cooler.

8. The Two-Minute Updo With a Headband from Hello Natural

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Allison: LOL! We all looked like George Washington or judges from the 18th century.

Candace: I think my hair is just too damn thick for the Pinterest lifestyle. I aimed for 1920s chic, but because of how bad I am with hair, I got George Washington mixed with Princess Leia.

Kristin: I think this only takes two minutes if you are good at things, which I am not. Also, my hair is way too fine for this. I feel like I’m wearing a hat. Allison and Kirsten look good, though.

Sheridan: I feel like it’s the Regency era and I’m a Bennet sister but no one mentions me because I’m worse than Lydia.

10. The Easy Hair Bow from Beautylish

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Kristin: Look, I’ve always wanted to join the Mickey Mouse Club, so this worked out fine for me.

Sheridan: LOL. No.

12. The Half-Up Criss-Cross Updo from Ma Nouvelle Mode from the side…

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14. …and from the back:

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Allison: I don’t get this one at all. It’s just like a half pony thing? Also teasing my hair is a big mistake, and I know not to go there.

Kirsten: When I teased my hair that gave me a nice “after sex” look, but not the kind you want, the kind where you run into the bathroom and fix yourself so the person isn’t terrified of you.

16. The Straightened Braid Waves Tutorial from Hey Wanderer

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Allison: This made me look like I’m in an ’80s hair band. I guess it’s supposed to curl your hair, but it kind of straightened mine?

Kristin: Yeah, my hair looks the same.

18. After putting our hair expertise to the test, we had some final thoughts:

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