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[colebabey888]

Curly Hair Chronicles : My top tips for that define & shine | IT GIRL DIARIES

as requested, i’ve curated this post based on everything i’ve learnt when it comes to taking care of my curls and maximising my hair growth! let’s start…

knowing your hair type & porosity 🎀

first step in taking care of your curls or hair in general, is knowing your hair pattern & porosity because that’s how you have an idea of what your hair needs, how much moisture, specific ingredients in products, wash routine etc etc. above are a few ideas of what different curl patterns look like and a at home testing guide to check your hair porosity. It’s important to remember that you can have a mix of different curl patterns, for example, my hair texture is a mix of 4A, 4B, & 4C. 4A and 4B in the front, 4B in the back, and 4C in the middle—so I’ve created a routine that works specifically for me. this is also why you can’t just take any routine you see online and apply it to your hair. what works for someone else might not work for you if your curl pattern or porosity is different. before trying a new routine, always check if it matches your hair type and porosity. if you have a different mix of curl patterns, i’d suggest doing the porosity test on each area of different curl pattern.

protecting your hair & retaining length 🎀

protecting your hair and retaining length starts with reducing friction & being gentle. detangle your hair when it’s wet and has a deep conditioner in—it makes the process easier and helps prevent breakage & alwaysss detangle in sections. if you have thick, textured hair like mine (4A–4C), try to finger detangle first to remove knots before using a comb or brush. this reduces tension and minimizes shedding, which is key for length retention. always use a microfibre towel when drying your hair after your wash routine! if you don’t have a microfibre towel, use an old cotton t-shirt. at night, protect your hair by braiding it, wrapping it, wearing a silk bonnet, or use a silk pillowcase if bonnets slip off. silk pillowcases are a game-changer for restless sleepers! don’t forget about split ends—keeping them only harms your hair in the long run. split ends will keep splitting up the hair shaft, possibly reaching the follicle and disrupting new growth. trim them regularly or when needed to keep your hair healthy, even if it means losing a bit of length. healthy hair is always better than long, damaged hair!

protective hairstyles & oiling 🎀

styles like braids, mini twists, cornrows, or even a simple wash-and-go can work wonders when looking for a protective hairstyle. above are a few more examples. i stick to braids or twists that aren’t too tight to avoid tension on my scalp, or I do a wash-and-go with my full curly hair routine, leaving the style in for two to three days before touching up. the less you touch your hair, the better, this is key when it comes to retaining length as well. make sure your braids or twists aren’t too heavy—extra-long or jumbo braids can weigh down your hair, causing breakage instead of protecting it. protective styles should protect, not damage! low manipulation hairstyles are key when it comes to length retention and keeps your curl pattern in tact.

low manipulation hairstyles =

- no tight ponytails ( you shouldn’t feel your hair being pulled/slick back are ok just in moderation )

- braids ( i know the bust down braids and goddess locs are insta cute but it actually damages your hair instead of protecting it, imagine adding like triple the amount of hair to your head, it won’t be able to hold it up, stick to knotless braids or even box braids and have a decent length)

- wigs ( im not a fan & i’ve never personally worn wigs but from other opinions that it grows your hair amazing since you never touch your actual hair, it makes sense though and is actually very beneficial so if it’s your thing, do it)

seal in your moisture with an oil that works for your hair, could be a hair growth oil etc, like black jamaican castor oil which i use. apply it after your leave-in conditioner or other products since oil acts as a barrier to lock in hydration, it should always come last in your routine.

wash routine & monthly treatments 🎀

when it comes to wash routines and monthly treatments, it’s important to remember that one size doesn’t fit all. everyone has unique needs and preferences for their hair care. of course, there are a few essentials for your wash routine—like shampoo and conditioner. everything else, such as masks, oils, or leave-in products, is a personal addition that makes your routine your own. you’ve probably heard that shampoos and conditioners containing sulfates and parabens can have a negative impact on your hair. but in my experience, this isn’t entirely true—it depends on your hair type and scalp condition. for me, with my thick 4a-4c curls, shampoos with sulfates and parabens are a game-changer. by the end of the week, my curls usually have a lot of product buildup. when i tried switching to an “all-natural” shampoo that was sulfate- and paraben-free, it didn’t work for me. my scalp never was fully clean, and there was always some product residue left behind. this caused mad itching throughout the week because of the leftover buildup. when i switched back to a shampoo with sulfates and parabens, everything changed. my scalp felt properly cleansed, and the itchiness disappeared. my conclusion on this is that, if you have type 1-2 curls and wash your hair multiple times a week, only then, you might want to opt for sulfate- and paraben-free products. washing daily with harsh chemicals can strip your hair of its natural oils and lead to dryness in the long run. however, if you have type 3-4 curls and wash your hair weekly, a shampoo with sulfates and parabens can be beneficial. it makes sure your scalp is thoroughly cleansed of all the buildup from the previous week, leaving your curls fresh and healthy. the key takeaway? listen to your hair and find what works for you. every curl type is unique, and so should your routine be. now for monthly treatments, it should align with your specific hair goals. if you want growth, choose treatments that promote length retention. for hydration and nourishment, opt for products that moisturize and feed your hair. my go-to treatments are monthly hot oil treatments and deep conditioning, you can also try diy treatments at home.

My Curly Hair Routine - Type 4A-4C

- pre poo with jamaicain castor oil, i leave it on for an hour & do other things in the meantime.

- if i’ve straightened my hair i don’t finger detangle but if otherwise, i wet my hair with lukewarm water, apply a little bit of deep conditioner on my hair and finger detangle into 4 sections.

- i double shampoo & only apply it to my scalp, basically to my partings, wait for it to foam up and then shampoo each section individually, only my scalp!

- when i rinse my hair i let the shampoo run down the rest of my hair & i use luke warm water while rinsing. while shampooing and everything i keep my hair in those 4 sections.

- once it’s cleared completely i make sure there are no sudds and all the poo is cleared out and then i go in with my conditioner and comb through each section individually with a wide tooth comb. from end to root always.

- leave that on whilst i wash my body & then rinse off. after that i apply my placenta to my scalp and my deep conditioner, take my parts down unless i plan on doing twists or braids then i keep it up.

- after styling or whatever i just apply a little bit of my gel, not too much because i do touch ups throughout the week and i try to avoid product buildup and then let my hair dry sometimes air dry if it’s hot out or i’ll use a diffuser. after that i apply my hair oil and separate my curls if i want more volume.

- throughout the week, for touchups i mix lukewarm water and like 2 drops of my deep conditioner & hair oil, mix it up and spray it on my hair until it’s damp, i finger coil any curls that may have loosened through the week and after i’ve done that i then again apply a bit more gel and let it air dry.

- i typically do wash days every week but I’ve been trying to stretch it 2 weeks experimenting with different low manipulation styles, ive noticed my hair is healthier when I don’t wash it every week but sometimes i have to because of product buildup and i hate that!

- i do the pineapple method when im sleeping but no longer use a bonnet since it kept falling off, i use a silk & satin pillowcase.

- for my monthly hot oil treatments, i diy them at home. i mix avocado oil, rosemary stems & jamaican castor oil, heat it up in a pot for about an hour on low, let it cool down to just a bit above room temp and apply it my scalp, comb it through & leave it on overnight. same with deep conditioning except i don’t diy this, i buy a product depending on what my hair has been lacking or needed in that month.

these are all my tips for the girls who need advice when it comes to learning how to take care of your curls. soon i will be releasing a post on being a straight natural and how to keep your curl’s healthy during silk presses!

xoxo, colebabey888

[captain-camille]

_𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞_

‣ Jack Sparrow x f!reader

‣ As a young woman of noble blood, society is a golden cage. There is no mention of you unless the subject is marriage or manners while your trip to Port Royal has become a rescue maneuver. One faithful night aboard the Dauntless you finally snap. And meet the captive Captain Jack Sparrow...

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 18+ language, old society rules, emotional chaos, very light angst ‣ 3,4k words

Your dress weighed heavy on your shoulders, the corset strangled your lungs to a delicate point where you began to feel dizzy.

Silver cutlery laid untouched next to your empty plate. The hunger had long passed. 

Either way was it impossible to properly eat with this torture device crushing your ribs. You would fetch a banana later.

“Miss Sheffield“ Lord Somerset hardly drew your attention while he adjusted his white wig “I find myself greatly invested in the many stories of your brother. They're indeed impressive, are they not?“.

It took nerves to hinder your eyes from rolling.

Instead, you gave him an appreciative but short nod. There was bitter sarcasm within the subtlety of your gesture.

Another man's head, adorned with a teal hat with feathers, turned towards you. Father.

“They are, clearly“. You verbally lend weight to your faux-assent as your father's stern gaze fixed on your face.

You suspected him pleased now.

However, his interest in you promptly vanished and a song of praise of someone else continued to fall from his pale lips.

Sweet, boisterous praise for your great brother, of course. 

You were sick of it but with time had begun to see it as an opportunity to reign over your own life as freely as possible.

For as long as possible.

Every eye and word was on your brother while you, the sister of the new Governor of Nassau and member of the Privy Council, were neigh invisible.

And still you could never leave the shiny prison that was the English noble society. Like living in a nightmare that had occasional sunlight in it but was full of madness anyway.

As the men's triumphant laughter echoed across the room, you pictured how Davy Jones' Locker would be a better place to bide your time.

Or maybe you should run away and live a seamstress' life. Alternatively, a barmaid.

In the corner of your vision you saw Norrington slightly leaning over to you. The new Commodore stationed in Port Royal, as he was.

“You look fabulous tonight, Miss“ he cooed, voice low.

His blue gaze rested on the glittering necklace you wore. A collective of silver, sapphires and pearls Lord Somerset had gifted you upon boarding the Dauntless.

Or perhaps Norrington's gaze laid on your cleavage but if so, he concealed it well.

He had to. Hell would come upon him.

You flashed him a polite smile and a demure “Thank you, Commodore“ before your eyes wandered off to the sea that was painted in the colors of a tropical sunset.

The windows were small but still incapable to diminish the glimmer. It went straight to your heart...

“Since you are a young woman, too-“ the man continued, hoisting a chalice to his lips. Beneath the table, your hand balled in a fist.

It did little to soothe your nerves, though.

“-I wondered whether you would think Elizabeth liked such jewelry as, um, a wedding gift?“ his smooth voice asked but the hesitant tone betrayed him.

You had long seen it in his eyes that Norrington's desires to marry Swann's daughter weren't as honest as he tried to make it seem.

Just as Elizabeth struggled to let go of the young blacksmith Will Turner she was currently trying to rescue.

Just fellow souls lost in this noble dilemma, you almost chuckled to yourself.

Luckily, you were quick enough to bridle any inner jests and looked back in Norrington's eyes.

“I’m most certain she would be delighted. However, it occurred to me that Miss Swann prefers silver to gold.“ you advised him before he got dragged back into a naval discussion with the men. 

Not even thanks were left for your input.

Once again your brother's name was thrown around like a cricket ball. 

The urge to just leave this charade of a dinner grew stronger while darkness began to fall upon the majestic Dauntless.

Candle light reflected in the men’s white and grey wigs like it would in the feathers of doltish pigeons.

Nearly scoffing, the focus of your eyes blurred.

Thoughts wandered off to the small bits of information you had grasped throughout the last two days; a business trip to Port Royal had turned into quite an amusing rescue maneuver as Norrington spotted the smoke signal Elizabeth was sending from a lonely island. 

She was brought onto the ship along with a mysterious pirate who turned out to be none other than the notorious Captain Jack Sparrow.

Lord, he seemed so different to the men you were used to. So interesting…

“Yn, the Lord's question was, would you be his companion on a visit to your brother?“ The raspy voice of your father suddenly cut through your thoughts like a sharp knife. 

You cleared your throat, hiding a muttered “god, no“ along the cough.

No, you simply couldn’t do this any longer tonight.

Tomorrow morning the misery would begin anew and the nights were too short anyway.

Dinner was over for you, you decided and shot up, heading towards the door. 

“Young Miss, where do you think you are going?“ your father called across the room, causing you to spin and face him along with everyone else seated on the grand table.

An unreadable expression settled on your face, lips moving on behalf of your temper. 

“Father, I do believe you won’t miss me much while conversing solely about my brother“. 

Norrington let out a shaky breath, his head turning to expect your father’s answer. Obviously, he was used to Elizabeth's docile manners.

The grey wig beneath Lord Sheffield's hat shifted slightly as he cocked his head.

He looked ridiculous. 

“Then go, yn. I do not have the time nor the patience for your behavior right now“ he sighed, waving his hand in an enervated gesture of dismissal “Check on Miss Swann when you pass by“.

The stingy sensation of the corset fighting your big breaths vexed you, along with your father's aloof attitude.

Nevertheless, he granted you exactly what you wanted; to leave and mind your own business.

A business that had preferably sparsely to do with these men.

“Thank you, sir. I will“ you curled your lips, forcing a hasty smile before your knees bent in a curtsy. “Lord Somerset, thank you again for the generous gift. Commodore“.

The Lord stood up with his chest puffed, trying to address you. “The pleasure is all mine, Miss Sheffield. I wish you a good-“  

But the rest of his irrelevant set-phrase was cut off by the door closing behind your back. It snapped shut with a soft rock of the Dauntless.

As if she felt sorry for you.

Taking a big breath of the fresh sea breeze your tongue finally spoke some truth. “Damn you, Somerset“.

It felt good, even if it did little to improve your situation.

You knew you had to get away from the cabins or else your words of pent-up frustration would eventually find them.

Maybe you would find solace on the quarterdeck instead?

As you marched up the stairs with a grimace on your face from how impractical the heavy dress was, a young maid brushed past you with filled wineglasses on a silver tray. 

She smiled with respect, but could barely hide her excited look at the luxurious necklace.

Her soft lips parted when she spoke up in awe “If I may, Baron Somerset really is doting upon you, Miss“.

At her comment, the matching earrings with the similarly cut sapphires began to itch.

“So it seems“ you answered flatly, still trying your best not to let it all out on the innocent girl. 

“I happen to have overheard him talking about how beautiful your children would be“ she added with enthusiasm, unaware of your aversion to said nobleman.

You felt your gut twist and tighten at the vision alone. 

Children with this man? No.

On the brink of screaming or crying, your hand flew up to grab one of the glasses.

“Did he now?“ You hoisted it and bathed your upper lip in the sweet taste of Portuguese wine “Golden me“. 

Hearing her colleague call for her, the maid quickly curtsied and made her way down to the main cabin.

You sighed heavily, taking another sip.

Up on the spacious quarterdeck you wasted no time, set the glass down on a random barrel and began to take off your earrings. 

They were burning on your skin now.

Anger, chagrin and despair rioted in your veins like a hurricane.

So untamed, you didn’t even notice the man at the helm observing your actions through curious eyes.

“To hell-“ you shouted, kicking your right foot so that your shoe flew overboard in a wide arc “with you, father“ the other shoe followed suit.

“And Somerset“ you tossed one earring into the black sea, holding the other one while you unhooked the expensive necklace.

You didn’t hesitate a second to proceed with this macabre yet somehow weirdly freeing act of rebellion.

With your right arm outstretched, jewelry in your hands, you stood at the ship’s railing, wind in your face.

“And to the depths with this society of hypocrites and it's stupid rules“ your now hoarse voice exclaimed bitterly before your tossing arm got stopped mid way. 

What?

Twisting on your stocking feet, you ended up only inches away from Jack Sparrow’s face who was grinning at you with a pleased sparkle in his dark eyes.

You didn't dare to breathe, mouth agape.

He was still holding onto your arm even though you had lowered it in a mixture of shock and awe.

“Not good. Ye wouldn't wanna be doin' that, lassie“ the pirate purred, gold teeth adding to the captivating shine of his eyes.

Since the Navy took him prisoner, you had never spoken to him. Only eves-dropped when he had persuaded Norrington as if it was easy.

And now you could feel his breath fan across your face, the scent of the sea and rum intoxicating your brain.

Slowly, he unwrapped and lifted his fingers off your arm. One by one like a fan.

“Why not? You cannot stop me“ you eventually found your courage again and yanked your arm away. 

The man scrunched his brows, lips closing. The many trinkets in his dreadlocks clinked as Sparrow cocked his head.

Your eyes were slaves to his eccentric mimic for a little while before you finally got to step back.

His presence somehow calmed you down, brought your nerves to a halt. All the way to the point where you remembered your manners.

“My apologies, Mister Sparrow. I didn’t mean to-“ you began to apologize for the snappy behavior but he interjected with a finger pointing at you.

“Never be sorry for disobeying rules that aren't worth following, luv“.

Irritated by the unexpectedly wise words, you found yourself at a loss for an answer.

This man was a real pirate after all. The closest thing to an anarchical life there was. 

Your heart pumped awe through your veins that began to pacify the storm within. 

Features dropping from trained, polite distance to honest distress, your gaze darted down to the jewelry in your hand. It was worth at least as much as your entire collection of summer gowns. 

The blue stones seemed somewhat black tonight.

As grim as your future. With Somerset. Or any other noble, dim-witted aristocrat. 

The pirate just stood and watched the tragic poem being written all over your beautiful face. His silence allowed the gears in your mind to shift.

Then, you seemed put.

“What even are you doing at the helm, Sparrow?“ You asked to avoid any potential questions when you mindlessly chucked the bundle of jewelry to him.

He grinned again as an audible clink and clatter signaled you that he had caught it.

You were sure that Sparrow had a better use for it than you did. Whatever it may be.

Admittedly, you would have just thrown it overboard or locked it away in a random jewel casket for eternity.

A husky gravel met your ears when he cleared his throat after sinking the necklace deep into the inside pocket of his brown jacket.

It was as if he knew you didn't have any expectation of thanks or desire for inquiring about your deed.

“Isla de la Muerta can only be found by those who already know where it is-“.

Slow steps of heavy boots on wooden tiles neared you from your left.

“And rumors have it me, meself and I have a heading Norrington doesn’t, savvy?“ Sparrow slurred, snapping open a compass as he leaned his back against the railing next to you.

With your eyes raking over the dusk ocean, you couldn’t help but risk a peak over to his hands.

You grimaced. The compass obviously didn’t point north.

Was he tricking the Commodore?

Suddenly, Jack chuckled, clearly having seen your expression.

“Nah... tale for another night“ he simply stated closing the small, brown box again.

His intense gaze crawled all over your side profile and pinned updo. “Tell me somethin’ about ye, Missy. Plagued by those wig-suckers, eh?“ 

You gave a snort of laughter, enjoying his unfiltered way of addressing the men you were used to calling 'Lord', 'Governor' or 'Commodore'.

“You know exactly who I am. Do not call me Missy“ you snapped, biting down a playful smile no one had ever elicited as easily as the foreign pirate did.

Perhaps it should worry you but it didn’t in the slightest. 

Jack arched his figure to lean back more and study your edged expression from the front. You tried to shoot him an unfazed look but the pirate saw right through it and smiled widely. 

How he could read you so emphatically was far beyond what you were used to from men. It confused you. 

Just as it puzzled Jack that your behaviour was so devoid of any of the hospitality and judgement he had come to expect from your class.

It only drew the both of you deeper into whatever this conversation would become.

“Apologies, me bad. Miss Sheffield“ his deep voice cooed, finally cracking your surface and putting a soft blush on your cheeks.

“It never occurred to me that Pirates can be this charming“ you snickered with a hint of irony, eyes resting on Sparrow’s unique features for a moment.

His tanned skin was reflecting the flickering light of oil lamps. Sparrow was a handsome man, you realized.

Effortlessly and in tune with the ship's rocking, the man pushed off the railing to trail behind you.

“I always expected Pirates to be more- rogue, I suppose“ you mused, more to yourself.

Sparrow tsk'ed but he didn't seem hurt.

Your head cocked when you felt his hot breath close to the nape of your neck.

“A Shilling that I can alter your outlook on Pirates all by me onesies, eh?“ His comment was nonchalant and smug but in a swinging way.

This man had nerves. 

“Didn't I just give you a collier worth far more than one Shilling?“ you asked rhetorically, amplifying the perky tone.

The pirate hummed, as if contemplating. “Alright, then. Consider your debt paid“.

It was utterly refreshing to converse so freely without any rules or boundaries. You grew fond of it with every passing second. 

When Sparrow didn’t re-appear on your other side, you turned around to spot him chugging down the wine you had abandoned in your rage.

“Sorry, it’s no rum but-“

“-good. That’s good“ he complimented the red liquid, analyzing the ornate chalice through narrowed eyes before he sat it back down.

Carefully, with his pinky stretched out with decorum.

You caught yourself giggling but promptly covered your mouth with a palm. Habits. 

“So, Miss Sheffield...“ the pirate urged you, swaggering closer until he stood by your side again. His elbows were quickly propped on the reddish railing.

“Pray tell“.

You sighed. However, the will to empty your heart was unbreakable. 

It was easier when your gaze found shelter in the darkness of the Caribbean night but Sparrow’s stare lingered on you nonetheless. 

“I- I feel like- No, I am trapped. Trapped in a golden cage with only dull bumbles who want to possess women of standing as if they were accessories for their prevalence-striven plans“ you began to complain, your words gaining speed and intensity throughout the sentence. 

Honest pity flashed behind the pirate's charcoal outlined eyes.

The man had never thought he was capable of pitying those who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths.

And still, there he stood, stricken by the pain in your melodic voice.

You gasped for air, your mind wanting to go on but your throat began to burn on the verge of crying.

“I must behave according to the rules of society, no matter what it is I truly desire. All the poisoned praise goes to my brother while I am only of importance when the subject of my marriage is discussed“.

“Ye brother be the new Governor of Nassau?“ Sparrow eventually asked, his gaze sliding down to where your nails were nervously scratching lines into the wooden railing.

You couldn’t help but scoff in annoyance of his title. “Yes, that be him“. 

The man next to you shrugged his shoulders, the trinkets and charms once again clinking. You would love to find out where he got each of them from.

“I could, in fact, sack Nassau port for ye as soon as I rip me Pearl from Barbossa’s slimy, old hands“ a tad of disgust infused his bold words at the foreign name.

“Jus' a humble offer. What ye say, lassie?“. 

Sparrow was trying to cheer you up.

A small smile began to reign over your lips again, toes curling. “That would only get you killed, fierce pirate“ you noted, trying to sound as judicious and rational as possible.

Instead, he grinned even broader and spread his arms in an eccentric, self-presenting pose. “I’m Captain Jack Sparrow, luv“ he declared as if it was self-explanatory.

For the first time in a while the sea breeze caught and carried your sincere laughter.

Sparrow’s braided goatee twitched as he found himself biting his lip at the pretty sound and look.

You were a stunning woman in noble clothes with noble blood in your veins but with a spirit as wild and ravenous as his own.

You enthralled him.

“Bring this to my daughter. She shall eat, at least. The Commodore risks too much by rescuing young Turner, he cannot afford to see his fiancé unwell“ Governor Swann’s order suddenly boomed across the main deck, followed by hasty steps of a maid.

Instinctively, Sparrow snaked his hand around your shoulder, across your chest and pulled you back with him.

Out of sight.

His rough hand on your mouth muffled a shrill cry just enough. 

“They thinkin’ yer asleep, eh, Miss Sheffield?“ His voice was lowered, almost just a husk and yet it was filled with this mischievous, flirtatious tone.

God, this man sent shivers down your spine like no other. 

But he was still a lawless pirate.

A prisoner, even.

Suddenly, whyever, the gravity of your situation and the futility of tonight's zeal made you feel how cold and wet the floor was without shoes.

Brown dreadlocks pressed against the back of your head irrevocably disheveled your updo. 

“Asleep, as I should be...“ you muttered, infused with a hint of re-surfacing anger and despair.

You wriggled yourself out of his protective grasp. The pirate's brow was raised, eyes narrowed on your face.

There was a haze of danger and waywardness about Jack Sparrow that made you question your own courage and spirit. 

“Why did I even tell you all that in the first place?“ you exclaimed, hands thrown up. Slowly stepping away from him, you felt all the emotions crushing your mind.

“You most likely do not care, neither do I profit by wailing. It doesn’t bear contemplating...“.

Sparrow wrapped his right hand back around the handle of the helm, looking rather unfazed by the confusion that was spreading in your system like the Portuguese wine in his own. 

Heavy silence and the occasional laughter from the men in the Captain’s cabin mingled with the soft splash of sea water. 

Your feelings were now as erratic as the rhythm of the crashing waves.

“Look 'ere, luv“.

Your gaze was just about to turn from pleading to the usual bored emptiness as you saw his free hand wander down to his leather belt.

A smirk adorned his bearded face when skilled fingers rapidly detached the compass and threw it over to you.

Stumbling slightly as the ship rocked, you caught the brown box before it could hit the ground.

You heard Sparrow mutter a muted “Thank god“ that made you want to snap at him but the gesture was too interesting not to query.

Why would he think you needed a compass?

Fluster painted your features when you met his weirdly satisfied expression.

“Aren’t you Captain Jack Sparrow? Don’t you need a compass for... that?“ You asked with less challenge in your tone than initially planned.

He chuckled beautifully, shaking his head with eyes closed.

“What?“ You probed when his dark gaze began to rise up from the floor, along your figure.

“I may be without me compass but not without heading and a plan“ the pirate finally explained, taking another step closer to the helm “You, contrastingly and tragically, lack both“. 

Your arms came up and crossed defensively in front of your chest.

But his words and the tight corset made you drop them again rather quickly. 

He was right. You had been lamenting about your situation barely three minutes ago.

“So? What exactly is your compass going to change about that, Sparrow?“.

You peered down at the inconspicuous looking box.

“Everythin'.“ Sparrow stated with a touch of mystery. “Listen what ye heart wants and the compass is gonna give ye a heading, savvy?“.

A big part of you wanted to believe what this infuriatingly interesting man promised while another voice was whispering to you how it was literal magic he was implying.

Magic. 

With a hesitant gesture of offering it back to him, you hoped to find out which voice to listen to.

“But you would want it back, right? It is yours after all“ you commented your action with genuine concern and a small smile.

Plus, the fear that Norrington would kill Jack if he couldn’t find the Isla without his compass. 

Captured by the pirate for one last time, you watched his gold teeth flash in a wide grin, his tattooed hand spreading on his chest as a sign of integrity.

He was being honest, you felt it.

“I will be gettin’ it back, luv. Don't ye worry“. 

Before you creeped down the stairs and eventually headed for your cabin to ponder on your heart's desires, the last you saw of Captain Jack Sparrow was a charming wink. 

The last for now, at least.

♡ thank you so much for reading my very first POTC fic ever ♡

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more things you swear by?

Japanese Lingerie.

I swear by Japanese lingerie, especially if you love detailed sets. My body doesn’t suit American-made lingerie now that I’ve lost so much weight, and I learned about Japanese lingerie from r/abrathatfits on my journey to find what suited me. The bras are forward projecting and give me a much better side view. I love buying matching lingerie sets, and the sets I usually go for are lacy and intricate; they’re incredibly well priced for the quality they are, and they fit me the way I like my sets to fit me. Buying lingerie is extremely feminine to me, and I love finding sets that complement my body. I’m still not as secure in my new body as I’d like to be, and good lingerie makes me feel beautiful again.

French Tips.

French tips are my go-to. They look good, they’re low maintenance, they’re universally acceptable, and they look clean. When done right, they make my hands look longer and thinner than they are, and I love that with a thinner white line, they look and feel delicate. I mostly do French mani-pedis; it’s a habit I got into when I first went to Chicago, and it’s served me well, so I doubt I’ll ever stray from it. The nail salon combo is widely accepted to be DND865 and DND473, and I do an acrylic overlay on top of my natural nails, keep an oval shape, and request a thin tip if I’m not doing BIAB again. I won’t get into the acrylic vs. BIAB debate at the moment, but I will say that when properly done, BIAB looks amazing, is better for helping you retain length, and it lasts longer than acrylic while looking better.

Classic Makeup and Flicky Layered Hair.

I love styling my hair and doing my makeup; it’s like a reward for waking up in the morning. I get to sit down, make myself pretty, and enjoy the entire process. I figured it was time to update my skincare and makeup routines once again, so I took the time to start watching makeup tutorials (Uma Jammeh, amazing) and using what products I already have to adapt certain looks to my face. As for hair, I’m obsessed with Sarmadina de Beaute as of late and layers. I think my hair looks best with heavy, flicky layers (Remington curls) if I don’t have the time to do a blowout, and I’ve really embraced the process of both finding styling inspiration and actually doing my hair. I found my ultimate inspiration the other day, ordered hair immediately, and cut and styled one of my synthetic wigs to get the look in the interim, and I’m smitten.

Minimal Jewelry.

I’ve always worn minimal jewelry; I’m a major fan of Cartier, and I’ve curated a small collection that I wear nearly every day. I love accessorizing, but I don’t like wearing a million things that have no meaning; I prefer to only wear things I love or things that have a story behind them. Gold is my metal and diamonds are my jewel. I prefer this combo over all of the other combos I’ve seen or worn before, but I also occasionally wear mother of pearl when the time is right. I dislike being weighed down by poorly made pieces; I think jewelry can be used as a statement (when needed), and putting thought into what I wear and what I want my jewelry to say has saved me a lot of misery. With the exception of my charm necklace or lavaliere necklace, I try to wear the same sets every day.

Lymphatic Massages and Red Light Therapy.

Now that it’s November and the weather is soon to turn cold again, I’m much more focused on cardio and my diet. Because I’ve filled my weekday mornings with Pilates and my afternoons with the elliptical and stairmaster, I’ve added lymphatic drainage massages and red light therapy to my weekend schedule. I’ll be in Europe, on the slopes, in the freezing cold for the majority of my winter break, and I’m preparing for that now. Lymphatic massages are a lifesaver for me, especially during allergy season, and full-body red light therapy is just an additional benefit. I’ve also switched from studio yoga to hot yoga and from the steam room back to the sauna, stopped drinking coffee, and really started focusing on increasing my flexibility.

Tinting, Tanning, and Toning.

I love having dark skin already, but I do tend to go wild with the self-tanning in the winter. In my mind, there’s nothing more beautiful than dark skin against white snow, and the darker I am, the better I look. I grew up being told that I was too dark, but I’ve embraced it. I’m proud of my skin, and I love the richness of it, and I use tanner as a way to cover up the scarring on my body and contour my face. As for tinting, I tint my brows and lashes darker than I normally would in the colder months because they don’t turn over or fade as quickly. I never ever tint my eyebrows jet black; that color is far too harsh for my face, and I can’t pull it off at all. I use the darkest brown on my brows and jet black on my lashes. When it comes to toning, I spray my entire body with the Ordinary’s glycolic acid and let it dry after showering for the best results. I swear by it for clearing body acne and preventing any body odor.

It’s similar but different.

[hampink]

so kaku twitter space Q&A highlights (5/14/2023)

was casually listening to so kaku’s (kaguragi) twitter space while i was drawing, so here's some fun kingohger related + personal questions he answered that i noted down and translated!

(unfortunately i didn't record the stream though so you’ll just have to believe me)

 (source: bro just trust me)

Q: who’s your favorite king in kingohger?

probably yanma. he’s very cool and manly, and i like how high energy he gets

Q: do you guys come up with the kingohger tiktoks yourselves?

we have a social media manager who suggests which audio to do, and we (the actors) decide how we'll act it out together

Q: anyone from the cast you talk to/hang out with the most?

all of them, but maybe because we’re shooting a lot of scenes with jeremy right now recently i talk to masashi ikeda a lot

Q: does kaguragi know what kuroda looks like?

oh but of course he does~!

Q: what's your favorite sentai?

dairanger! it's such a cool show

Q: a question from my 5 yr old son: does kaguragi like flowers? he says he wants to go flower picking with kaguragi

ahh, flower picking, how nice! yes, kaguragi likes flowers!

Q: does kaguragi have a favorite place?

he does, but i can't say what it is yet. there’s a really good scene (about it) so look forward to that

Q: how much of kaguragi’s hair is a wig? also how long does the hair and makeup take?

the entire thing is a wig. it used to take a lot longer to get into hair and makeup, but the makeup artists have gotten used to it/have gotten better at it so the process is a lot faster now, which i’m really grateful for

Q: i heard shiokara's actor does a lot of adlibs. do you do that a lot as kaguragi too?

“sukonbu piiman” (”sour konbu peppers”, kaguragi mishearing “sukopi”) was an adlib

Q: are kaguragi's geta (wooden sandals) hard to walk in?

it was at first, but i've gotten used to it now

Q: what’s your favorite anime?

code geass, gurren lagann, higurashi no naku koro ni. i like intense anime

Q: favorite musician?

BUMP OF CHICKEN

Q: favorite flower?

pansies

Q: favorite food?

curry, sushi, and yakiniku

Q: i love how hachi ohger incorporates kabuki movements in his fighting style. what's your relationship with kabuki?

i really like kabuki. it wasn’t a traditional kabuki production but when i was younger i saw a performance of “super kabuki” and thought it was really cool. as for kaguragi/hachi ohger, the suit actors and i would watch videos of kabuki actors and try to mimic their movements.

Q: we want to see the fruits of your (muscle) training!! please let kaguragi wear a tank top!!

hopefully we get to do a scene like that hahaha

Q: do you look up your name online?

i do... so please don’t say mean things about me ;w;

Q: what's kaguragi's favorite vegetable? my nephew who’s growing vegetables at home would like to know!

wow! kaguragi would love anything homegrown. but maybe in particular he likes tomatoes, or eggplants

Q: what’s your favorite thing about kaguragi’s outfit?

the haori (coat), definitely. it’s when i put it on that i really feel like i’ve transformed into kaguragi. but the outfit weighs 5 kilos... so heavy...

Q: tell us about the "H" incident

the what....? *suddenly remembers* OHHHH HAHAHA

so during the roll call scene in episode 10 where aoto (yanma) said "eichi no ou, yanma gasuto! (king of wisdom, yanma gast!)" i thought he said "eichi" as in the latin letter “H” (in japanese, H = hentai/ecchi, in other words he thought yanma said he was “the king of perverts/sex” LOL)

Q: what's kaguragi's color? (asking for light stick reasons since there’s no black color setting on a light stick)

it's orange, i'm pretty sure!

END

i joined in kinda late so there’s probably some questions i missed (and sorry if i remembered some details wrong, i was multitasking and not fully focused, but i did take simple notes) he also talked abt things like how he plays valorant and how great his muscle training is going etc (he lamented that kaguragi wears so much clothing and he doesn’t get to show off his muscles lol). i think i remember he also teased something about kaguragi and rita as a duo and something ~maybe~ happening with them in the plot

it was his first time hosting a twitter space and he gave off very boomer energy because he had No idea what he was doing. people kept trying to help him understand how to let in other speakers but he gave up lol xD he was kind of nervous but it was still a lot of fun! himeno and shiokara’s actors were there too, and he might do a twt space with the both of them next time ^^

[havraniko]

Blind boxes got me once again (previous was pink penny's box dragon). Here's a blue dog of 10.000 escape plans. I was interested in the series since the announcement, but was too busy (and lazy) to get into it. So, I got her just now.

Her limbs are ok. Spare hands are slightly different tints, though (it's barely noticeable on photo, but quite in life). But compared to the reviews of others, it's totally fine.

Ah, and the front part of her hair is falling off constantly.

Cute. Waiting for a headback to make a regular wig because this construction weighs more than her body, causing her to fall. Plus, I really dislike molded hair.

Took me an hour to put her hands like that. I was so stubborn because I didn't want to restring her. (She's sitting on Imomodoll's lap, which I got the same day). I like the plastic, it's soft and velvety. She's very cute. At first, I was afraid to break her because of how tiny she is. Sooo tiny. But eventually I disassembled her and restrung using the initial elastic. It's too thin, so I'm going to replace it later. The thing that pisses me off the most is her heavy head.

Honestly, when I put all parts of her head, I've got a feeling that I had something this tiny and with molded hair when I was a kid. But I can't remember it, so can't be sure if this feeling is real. Meanwhile, waiting for one more girl from this series, a red sheep.

[blood-on-the-concrete]

Snowbirds.

It's getting around the time of year when I look out my window every morning. I don't have to get up super early to see the sunrise, so I like to pretend I'm one of those people who wake before the sun to go for a run. Except I'm not. I know for a fact I'm going to fall back asleep if I lay in bed for one minute too extra. But it's hard to get up when the sun doesn't wake with you. Sweater weather also brings on another problem. Fluffy, cozy sweaters are great, but they feel so much like a blanket that I tend to drift off. In the afternoon I watch the summer birds fly south for the winter. Heading for a place that is much warmer and more tropical than me. I wish I could join them, but the snow weighs me down. They look so free up there, their wigs spread wide like nobody's watching. But I do, I watch them. Even if I was the only one, I'd still watch them. I know life as a bird would be amazing. When life gets to be too much you can just fly away wherever you want to. If I were a bird, I would fly to the Carribean or Brazil. Or maybe I’ll just let the wind take me. It’s just wistful thinking, though. My wings are pinned down by this big, heavy coat, I couldn’t take off like the snowbirds do.

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[psalacanthea]

And since it got second place in the poll, here's the contents of Untitled 8, which turned out to be a fic I wrote for a friend for her birthday. She wanted a fic of Solas helping with curly haircare, so here it is <3

A long time ago, dealing with her hair had been a nuisance, a frustration. She would ask her father to cut it all off, and some summers he'd comply. Eventually, however, she'd stopped being so stubborn and started listening, and what had been a chore became a comforting habit. Something for them to do together.

It reminded her of home, the nightly ritual, soft hands and soft words in the firelight. The oil father had used had been fairly raw, sometimes with a hint of herbs, but the stuff Josephine had found for her came from Orlais, and it smelled soft and just a little sweet. Away from Skyhold, being able to take the time needed to wash and do her hair was an event in and of itself.

It had been a pleasant wash, if cold, quick, and solitary, but she had a clean shift, and they were surrounded by sentries. Enough of them that she could sleep out of armor for tonight with only a little nervousness. The soft hum of conversation around the campfire was a nice counterpoint to her thoughts as she headed for the one nearest to her tent.

She'd squeezed out her hair and dried it gently, but with the humid air of the Emerald Graves it was already fluffing up around her shoulders, defying orderly curls.

She became aware of the curious stare from her left, and stifled a smile as she settled down at the fireside, ankles crossing. A sidelong, amused glance met curious blue eyes, and Solas' smile turned chagrined as she smirked.

"My intention was not to stare, but the volume is remarkable," he admitted. Her quiet laugh made him smile, eyes relaxing. "I take it the heat does not agree with your hair?"

"It's a bit much right now, isn't it? I blame all that nonsense I let them do for Halamshiral, on top of the heat. It hasn't been the same since. I understand why they wear wigs," she admitted, giving a wistful little sigh as she smoothed it back with both hands, feeling it spring back up behind them. "I should have put it back into twists, but it's too late, and now it's impossible. I could tease it all the way, but it's just not easy for fighting."

"Surely it cannot be impossible," he countered, and she offered a chagrined smile, releasing her hair and reaching down for the bag at her feet. "Incidentally, despite the torture, your hair looked lovely at Halamshiral. Granted, it still does, but perhaps a bit less..."

"Weighed down," she suggested, just to rouse another of those rich, low laughs, a smile touching her lips as well. He was far from wrong. "Wasn't that Halamshiral in general, though? It was an interesting experience, but...heavy."

"You navigated it well, vhenan." Solas smiled again as she shook her head with a wry smile of her own. "I expected no less, despite all your worrying."

"You're biased," she accused impishly. "I felt like one of those expensive pottery dolls we saw at the shops in Val Royeaux, like if I moved the wrong way, I would shatter."

"Welcome to court and its intrigues. It is a game one can learn to enjoy, or so Josephine claims," he replied dryly, and then glanced down curiously as she opened the jar.

"Then I will leave it Leliana and Josephine. You seemed to be enjoying yourself," she said coyly, dipping fingers into the jar, scooping out some of the oil. Rubbing it briskly between her hands brought that soft, sweet smell to the air, and she breathed it in. "I can't believe I sat for a portrait. Do you think they'll even paint me as an elf?"

Digging her hands into her hair, she rubbed her fingers against her scalp, eyes half-lidding as she gazed at the fire, shifting behind the veil of her lashes.

"At first, certainly, but in time..." Solas said, startling a little laugh out of her, eyes opening again as she tilted her head to the side to watch him. He was staring at the fire now, pensive in profile, eyes shadowed.

"I can't even think that far ahead," she confessed, smoothing both hands over her hair and then letting it bounce upwards again, letting out a sigh. "I just can't."

"You have more important things at hand to worry about," he agreed, and they shared another small smile as she admired the firelight glinting along the edge of his jaw. "May I?"

Startled, she blinked and startled out of her reverie, glancing down into the jar in her lap. Letting out a faint laugh, she lifted her shoulders and cupped a hand around it, offering it aside. The green glow of her palm sparked across the glossy pottery, an ever-present reminder.

It didn't stall her for more than a moment.

"Do you even know what to do with my hair?" she asked, doing a very bad job of hiding her amusement. "I suppose I could teach you."

"Thank you, vhenan, I would appreciate that," he agreed quietly, and her smirk eased, turning into a soft, genuine smile.

"You really want to learn?" she asked, still uncertainly. The last thing she wanted was to be annoyed with him because he wouldn't follow through when he realized how much work it was.

"I would be delighted."

The simple pronouncement was so earnest that it silenced her, and she relinquished the oil to him without another complaint. Shifting to the ground comfortably between his knees, her own drawn up to her chest, she stared into the fire as she listened to him settling himself.

His hands delved into her hair as she let out a quiet sigh, eyes half-lidding. The slow, easy massage had her relaxing, tension she didn't even know she held draining from her shoulders. Eventually he murmured a quiet question, and she found the breath to sigh a response. With her quiet suggestions, gradually he began working the oil from her scalp along her hair.

If she made a few noises that edged towards indecent, well, who could blame her?

Eventually she brought her own hands up and taught him how to twist the curls back into her hair, bringing a whole new layer of amusement to the proceedings. His fascination was probably a bit too earnest to laugh at, but she really couldn't help herself.

It was nice, to not have to do it alone. It all made her a little less homesick.

[moonlit-midnight]

Secret Night Rendezvous

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech.

Genre: AU, Platonic Fluff, Friendship.

Summary: Wherein the nurse who’s in charge of you caught you in your secret little date with your two best friends.

Warnings:

Reader is a female and has an illness.

Set in the real world and the boys are humans.

—

Upon feeling a heavy weight resting on your delicate shoulders, you stirred slightly in your hospital bed.

You didn’t need to check what was weighing on you because this had been occurring for the past two weeks since you were hospitalized.

Leaning on you were your best friends, Azul on your right and Jade on your left, comfortably snuggled against you.

“Seriously guys, will it kill you both if you sleep at home?” Letting out a groan, you slowly fluttered your droopy eyes open.

“Yes, it would. It’s a heinous crime sleeping at home these days.” Jade lifted his head, glancing at you.

“Hah! Very funny.” You scoffed at his dramatic response.

“Jade and I know how much you hate it when you’re here all by yourself.” Azul stated, smiling softly at you. “We informed your parents that we’ll be looking after you this evening.”

Upon hearing Azul’s remark, you returned a big smile and engulfed him into a hug.

He knew you too well.

“Don’t I get a hug too?”

Pulling away from the blue-eyed boy, you turned to your left side.

The sight of your other best friend pouting like a whiny child was absolutely adorable causing you to burst into giggles.

Jade might appear intimidating due to his misleading standoffish aura, but he was actually a gentle being.

His soft side and sweet affection was only reserved for his family and closest friends, especially you.

“Of course you do, big baby.” Chuckling lightly, you wrapped your arms around him in one of your warm hugs.

Jade returned the hug, but he didn’t give you his usual tight hug.

He had been very careful when holding you whether it was you embracing him first and vice versa.

Recently he noticed how a little bit exhausted you became, and it honestly pained him to hold you in that state.

“Are you afraid I might break?” Noticing Jade’s stiff body, you withdrew from your long hug, a teasing spark glimmering in your eyes.

“What? No, I just…” The teal-haired boy stuttered, lowering his gaze.

Laughing shortly, you landed a friendly punch on his sturdy shoulder.

Jade was notorious for masking his bewildered expressions very well.

Up to this day, seeing him a flustered wreck and a stuttering mess was truly a funny sight to behold.

“Our dear friend isn’t weak.” Azul ruffled your disheveled hair fondly.

He then got up from the bed, motioning you and Jade to follow his lead.

“Are we going on a secret date?” You grinned, face lit up with glee.

“Yeah, let’s go on a little adventure before you sleep.”

“Are you sure about this?” Jade asked, voice laced with worry.

“I took a long nap in the afternoon, so I’ll be fine. We won’t be gone for long anyway.” You assured him with a kiss on his cheek.

After the two boys helped you wear your shoes, Azul covered your head with his scarf while Jade wrapped his oversized jacket on you, hoping not to be seen by any passing medical staff.

Fortunately nobody payed attention to you, and the boys were able to distract the guards, so it was another successful sneak out.

Once outside the hospital, you linked your arms with your friends and together you ventured into the quietness of the night.

★ —

You were a nineteen year old patient, diagnosed with Leukemia at the age of seventeen.

You surely were a strong young lady, a fighter, capable of looking after yourself, but sometimes you needed to be taken care of.

Although you felt like a burden, your two best friends always assured you that you weren’t a deadweight.

They actually liked looking after you and taking care of your wellbeing.

After all, Azul and Jade weren’t just your longtime close friends.

They were a family to you, a happy one at that.

★ —

“Try this one.” Azul handed you a wavy, ash blonde wig.

Until now it was still fresh in his memory when you told him during your elementary days that you wish to dye your hair ash blonde once you reached high school, but due to your illness, you didn’t have the chance to do it.

You were losing some hair, so you took advantage of wearing wigs.

They looked good on you, and you could simply pull off any color especially the natural ones.

“Aww,” You eyed the wig with a sentimental look.

“It’s the only color you haven’t tried yet, and you always wished to dye your hair ash blonde.” Azul smiled warmly before putting the wig on your head.

After adjusting it properly and tying it into a cute messy bun, you headed to the accessory section where Jade was waiting.

“Look at yourself, you gorgeous woman! Who are you and what have you done to my best friend?” Jade shot you a boyish grin, adoration twinkling in his beautiful eyes.

You playfully slapped his arm, smiling in delight at his comment.

“Sit, I want to try these on you.” Jade gestured you to sit on the stool situated next to the showcase of various hair accessories.

However, before he could put one of the pretty hairpins on your wig, a figure towered behind you.

“Well well, if you aren’t on another nightly escape for the third time this week, where else could you be?” A middle-aged woman said in a low yet intimidating voice.

The three of you turned around only to be met by the stern nurse who was in charge of you.

None of you were surprised of getting caught.

The nurse was aware of your big love for hair accessories, so no doubt she knew that you were in the store located nearby the hospital.

“She’s not escaping, Miss. We’re on a night adventure.” Azul scowled.

“Don’t provoke her and just run.” You muttered, grabbing the two boys towards the exit.

The nurse chased after you, but she was no way near catching you.

The three of you were very fast, given the fact that you used to be soccer players at school during your elementary years.

The boys found it strange how the strict nurse witnessed your little shenanigans a few times, but she never reported it to anyone.

She let you be because she knew how tiring it was being cooped up in your room all day long.

★ —

Azul and Jade were having the best time of their lives being chased.

You were getting a little tired. Your limbs felt like jelly noodles, but you didn’t complain at all.

You were actually having fun too and enjoying the thrilling excitement.

You ran like you owned the long hospital hallways.

With the two boys holding you firmly, you felt like you were flying and their supporting hands were like a pair of wings.

“I don’t like getting in trouble, but I don’t mind getting in trouble with you.” You smiled at Azul and Jade, your heart brimming with joy.

Out of all the not-so-secret nightly dates you had with them nearby the hospital, this one was your favorite.

Call it a misadventure or whatever, at least your two favorite boys in the world were by your side and that’s all what mattered.

[animeweebart]

Dekusqaud headcanon

before we continue I just wanted to thank YaLocalFanFicAddict for helping me come up with some- no that’s an understatement most of these I’ll link their tumblr here

Deku

He would spend hours talking about all might

he would plan some really cute dates and then would always be fun

there are drawings of you in his notebook

Shows you his mom the first week of dating

That man has a separate notebook dedicated to you from your shoe-size to your favourite animal

Will not shut up about you when worried and you would get long text messages about how beautiful you are if you say something like “my hair looks bad today”

Bakugou smacked him when he nattered about you for nearly half an hour in the common room

for the female readers-ask this man for something he is stacked with different brands sizes he would have hot hands in his bag he only has this because the first time he saw blood in your trash he thought you were dying and you had to explain for an hour of what a period is

Uraraka

you guys definitely bake together a lot and you always share with the rest of the squad

The smallest things that you do makes her flustered

She will float you up to get high things if neither can reach

Uraraka makes little home-made gifts to save money

Accidentally dropped something on you with her quirk once and wouldn’t stop apologizing for the rest of the day (it wasn’t even heavy)

Her cheeks are always rosier when you’re around

“Uh—uhm. Why’d I randomly call you sugar? It’s ‘cause you’re so sweet! Hehe!”

Iida

he would make sure you get all your work done

star

Piggy. Back. Rides. Forgets that your quirk doesn’t need to work without orange juice so whenever you say that you’re tired, he gives you a glass and promptly apologizes when you remind him

He takes you to the library, the orchestra, and any museum as a date

He just lets you dangle off of him and carries you around like you weigh nothing

you guys would go on morning runs

you guys watched flash and he kept asking how he was like flash

for the female readers- just like Deku ask this man for something he is stacked with different brands sizes he would have hot hands in his bag

Tsuyu

Because of her hairstyle, she’s able to do elaborate hair styles not matter the length! (And if you have no hair, she likes to style wigs for you to use)

tadpole

you watch the muppets

she has a frog swimsuit I dare you to try to change my mind

Literally attached at the hip for warmth in the winter-time

One time she locked herself in her room for nearly the entire day because you caught her licking her eye

Pool, Waterpark, beach, and lake dates are all you ever do during the summer

She got upset one time when she saw you catching tadpoles and nearly cried. But she was quick to forgive you when you gave her a toad plushie

You both have a frog hoodie

Headpats are a common way of expression affection in your relationship(I like head pats 🥰)

You and her danced in the rain coming back from a hero patrol once

Shoto

stealing endeavors credit card and buying stuff for you

he doesn’t really understand what love is

little spoon

snowflake

Will bring you random cold soba when he catches you said

Your wish is his command, even if you’re joking or being sarcastic

Nervous to hold your hands because he doesn’t want to freeze or burn them

Literally won’t stop hugging you when he gets the chance, his arms are always around you once he discovered affection to the point that you have to pry him off you

[elitchihair]

Why Gray Hair Toppers Are a Popular Solution for Thinning Hair

Source by freepik As people age, thinning hair is a common issue many face. While it’s a natural part of aging, it can still affect how we feel about ourselves. For those embracing their natural gray or silver hair, thinning hair can be particularly frustrating. Fortunately, a solution has been gaining popularity among individuals with thinning hair: gray hair toppers for thinning hair. These toppers provide an easy and effective way to regain volume and boost confidence, all while enhancing the natural beauty of your gray hair.

Let’s find out why gray hair toppers are such a popular choice for managing thinning hair.

The Importance of Gray Hair Toppers for Thinning Hair

Take a look at why gray hair toppers benefit those experiencing thinning hair.

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Natural Look and Seamless Integration

Gray hair toppers are designed to blend seamlessly with your natural hair. Whether you have light gray, silver, or a mix of gray and darker strands, these toppers come in various shades that complement the natural colors of your hair. This ensures that the topper looks like an extension of your hair, providing a natural and authentic appearance. Instead of looking out of place, the topper integrates with your hair, allowing for a more youthful and polished style.

Comfort and Lightweight

Unlike wigs that cover the entire head and can sometimes feel heavy or hot, gray hair toppers are generally lightweight and easy to wear. Most toppers only cover specific thinning areas, making them less bulky and more comfortable. This feature makes them perfect for everyday wear, whether you’re heading out for work or enjoying a casual day with friends. Their lightweight design ensures you can wear them without feeling weighed down or uncomfortable.

No Need for Permanent Changes

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[dwell-the-brave]

WIP Wednesday 03/04/24

Welcome to another WIP Wednesday! Let's see what I've got going on right now...

RWRB Kid!Fic

Alex had settled into his career up in London, a familiar fixture on the morning train from Windsor & Eton Riverside, his PPO reading the paper next to him. There’d been some argument about allowing him to commute on public transport (okay, a lot of argument), but eventually security had agreed as long as he had a PPO plastered to his side. He was good at his job, a Human Rights barrister arguing in Her Majesty’s Crown Court, wearing a wig and black gown like something out of a period drama. His chambers are two streets over from Amal Clooney’s, and they regularly have lunch.  Henry, on the other hand, had settled into his role as Prince of Wales. He still did a lot for the Henry Foundation, including opening several shelters and community hubs across England, but he was also an ever present figure at ribbon cuttings and hospital visits.  It had been Henry that had broached the conversation one night as they traded lazy, sated kisses in the dim light of their bedroom at Adelaide Cottage.  “I want a baby,” he’d said, murmured like a prayer against Alex’s lips. Alex had smiled, bright and wide, and rubbed their noses together. “Okay,” he’d said.

SW!Eddie Steddie fic (aka baby's first smut)

Steve pads out of the bathroom with a glass of water and a wet washcloth in hand, and Eddie withdraws his fingers. Steve puts the glass on the bedside table and gestures for Eddie to do… something? “What?” Eddie asks, and Steve rolls his eyes. “Come here,” he says, patting the bed in front of him. Eddie’s going to have to scooch over and frankly he doesn’t want to. “I’m gonna clean you up,” Steve offers and Eddie feels heat flush up his cheeks, nevermind the fact that this guy had his dick inside him less than five minutes ago. “Uh, I can clean myself,” Eddie says and Steve sighs, leaning forward with one hand pressed into the bed, the mattress dipping with his weight. The washcloth drips on the white sheets. “Please? I just want to take care of you,” Steve says and fuck if those aren’t the magic words.

In amongst these, I'm planning the final part of the Heavy Weighs the Crown series, a Vegas Wedding!RWRB AU, and many other things.

See you at the next one!

[spell-cleaver]

What if Vader did succeed in resurrecting Padme but it backfired horribly and she basically is like Lady Stoneheart where she's a zombie like creature and all twisted up and has none of the good qualities and forgiving nature she had before leaving only hatred?

This isn't quite what you were looking for anon, but for your enjoyment:

Empress Padmé Amidala rules the galaxy, with her perfect son and her loyal husband by her side. But when Vader brings back a young Rebel, the illusion of perfection begins to crack.

“I’ll keep the dress,” she said. It matched her husband’s. Since they’d disposed of Palpatine together and come out of hiding, they always made sure to match. She was in charge, but it had to be clear that he was at her right hand at all times. It displayed a united front. Vader—he never liked to be called Anakin anymore—only wore black, and so would his family. Luke and Padmé completed the set.

Even if the set didn’t feel complete.

“Put my hair into two buns,” Padmé ordered. “That will be acceptable. I’ll only need the crown.”

Cordé did so, as swiftly as she could. Her hands were shaking, Padmé observed with amusement. Good. It would motivate her to do better. She was done soon and plucked the crown off of the wig that Padmé had been meant to wear, tentatively holding it out.

Padmé closed her eyes and let Cordé settle it on her brow. For a moment, it weighed her down like a sun’s weight on her skull; she almost bent over double, shouting under its crushing force. It hadn’t been the wig that was too heavy.

But then she blinked, and it was feather-light.

“That will be all,” she said curtly. Cordé, recognising a dismissal when she saw one, fled. A smile curved Padmé’s red lips.

Read the rest on AO3!

[eternal-eepiness]

Hi writers and hopefully not serial killers! I have some great questionable information for you!

CW:Death, Murder, mentions of replicated s*icide, cannibalism, drugs, drug od, dropping a baby, and general dark topics under cut (Don't say I didn't warn u)

Spinal fluid tastes like a mixture of banana and 9 volt batteries

Rigor mortis starts 2 hours after death (starting in the face and working down to the limbs), fully sets in at 12, and lasts 36 hours in total

In high humidity, the skin of corpses turn black after a week or so

Corpses release a lot of nitrogen when decomposing and other stuff that plants LOVE so please bury bodies in places with vegetation, or you'll have a grassy patch in a bare area, which will look weird

Arteries feel like cooked tubular pasta

If you drop a uterus, it will bounce

The typical human skull weighs about 11lbs/4.99kg on average

Brains are not as squishy as you think! Still squishy tho

Do not cut your palms for blood sacrifices, that's where a lot of nerve endings are and it will HURT!

Steaming alive is more painful than burning alive since it destroys nerves slower and steam burns hurt really bad too

(In America, at least) Vehicular manslaughter is a good way to kill someone because getting hit by a car will leave you severely, permanently injured if not in a vegetative state (AT BEST) and if you have a good enough lawyer it can be written off as a road rage incident and you can get less time in jail

Wear different perfumes, shoes, clothes, wigs, makeup, anything and everything that significantly alters your appearance when disposing of crime scenes as to not be easily identified (AND GLOVES TOO! GLOVESS!!)

Human meat tastes like sweet, bitter, slightly more tough pork or veal. The human placenta is safe to eat if cooked right and is a form of postpartum recovery. Depends on person and cut of meat.

The palms are the tastiest part of the human body, the legs having good nutrition too, AND you can eat the ribs like BBQ ribs

Even consensual cannibalism can cause severe psychological stress and you are at risk of getting various diseases if not prepared and eaten properly

Choking by ice cube is a good way to kill someone since the ice cube will melt by the time they find the body

A lot of medicine at home (Tylenol, Advil, cough and cold medicine, etc.) is lethal in the right doses, most likely when combined as well. Feeding people home drug cocktail infused meals and drinks repeatedly is a good way to murder someone, as long as they can't taste anything weird. You can also write it off as a s*icide by drug cocktail. Know the lethal dose of said drugs for the victim as well

Injecting insulin under the tongue is also good murder method since they can't usually find it with regular autopsy stuff and if they do check for it, they will write it off as undiagnosed diabetes (bonus points if you drive far away and make the victim look like they died while out walking)

If you drop a baby and the blood that comes out of their ear has yellow in it, they have brain damage

Typical stabs have a VERY low mortality rate. A pocket knife to the gut won't do anything. Go for the throat since it damages their vocal cords and stops them from screaming, and the neck is a hotspot for major blood vessels

Soak bloodstained fabric in cold water overnight, apply hydrogen peroxide the next day, then wash. May take a few tries.

Always dismember bodies and puncture their organs and put them in bags with VERY HEAVY weights (heavier than them, ideally) to prevent them from floating up

Eyes sink into the skulls of dead bodies.

Bodies muscles tense up during cremation, causing them to thrash around and sit up

It takes 520lbs or 235kg of force to crush a human skull (sorry guys)

Dissolving bodies in a strong base is better than an acid bc it's less suspicious when bought in large quantities (some strong bases are used in soap making) and will turn bone into brittle calcium stuff that is great for fertilizer

Pigs will eat corpses as long as you get the teeth out. Collect em in a jar or smthn

An air shot between the toes will replicate a heart attack almost perfectly. Bonus points if the victim has a family history of heart attacks or as it risk of one

I may rb with more if I collect more. Correct me if I'm wrong on any of these, and feel free to add any!

If this made anybody uncomfy I'm terribly sorry and will delete this.

I am not responsible for what people do with this info!!

[pandabibble]

"what inspired you to study biochemistry?"

Well I went on this caravan holiday with some friends for a weekend at clacton-on-sea and the only thing we had to drink in the caravan for the whole weekend was this crate of alcopops that was blue coloured - no idea what it was supposed to be but it tasted blue - and it wasn't very alchoholic but it was the ONLY thing we had to drink the entire time for two days straight so it blue us off our arses eventually, if you'll excuse the pun. Anyway I was coming back home into london on a bus afterwards and when the bus finally hit stratford station I got off and went to the toilets at the bus station and there was this guy walking a bit in front of me who eventually went into the toilets first. He was far enough ahead of me that he had time to go in through the outer door, which closed as I saw him opening the inner door - then a second or two later he came running out backwards! He stopped just outside the outer door, panting, a look of pure terror on his face as he scanned the people around the bus station in search of something even he probably couldn't have explained. All the while his lips moved silently, trying and failing to find the words his terror scrambled brain wants to utter. Then his eyes locked with mine as I passed him to go into the toilet and I could see a desire to warn me, to yell or reach out and stop me but he couldn't! it was gone from him, stolen by panic! I of course quickly broke eye contact because it was london and I always go by gorilla rules on the street: eye contact means fight contact. So without breaking step I went through the two doors that make up the toilet's fart airlock and I entered the public toilet proper; a sink with a mirror, a row of 3 urinals and finally at the back end of the small corridor-like space a pair of sit down cubicles. But I also saw what the man before me saw now. I understood, and found no judgement could be made about his behaviour because quite frankly I nearly did the same as him:

There was a clown at one of the urinals! And not even a well done up clown; no real facepaint, just a cheap orange curly wig, and "clowny" colored clothing with the dungarees supported wide pants traditional to the profession. the surprise made me pause for long enough that the clown must have smelled the fear on me, because he turned his face towards without moving the rest of his body, which was still facing the urinal with both his hands still holding his dry, urine-less penis out in the public air. His face leered at me, his mouth contorted into a sickening grin and his eyes slowly traced their way from my shoes up to my face and tried to make eye contact with mine. But the gorilla rules saved me, as did my bladder's urgency, so I quickly lurched mechanically back into motion and walked towards the urinals without looking him in the eye, locking them on the empty urinal I needed to use and not deviating. The clown had of course taken up the space in the middle of the 3 urinals, so I was forced by geometry and math to start pissing directly next to him. I could see out of the corner of my eye him still staring and leering at me, the motion of his head as he kept looking me up and down weighed heavily on me as the silence of the unpissing clown was finally broken by the unzip and tinckle of my urine stream. My mind, I'm sure, would have broken there and then with the terror of imagination, thoughts of "am I about to be assaulted by a clown with his penis out?" strongest initially in my mind. But I was saved by a curious ally:

I stare down mesmerised at the urinal before me, and I think the clown too was shocked, for my stream was not the expected yellow, or clear, but a bright and emerald green! I remember the clown audibly gasped, the first noise other than heavy breathing he had made since my entrance. His noise thankfully puts a stop to the immediate thought in my mind: is this green piss the clown's doing? But how could it be if he too is shocked? Only then did I remember the blue fluids of Clacton-On-sea, and realise it must be whatever blue colourant was in those alcopops! This event stuck with me, as you might imagine, and as I was learning more about psychology I learned about the difficulties assessing, in vivo, the dopamine & serotonin levels in the brain to positive or negatively test the dopamine hypothesis of schizophrenia/parkinson's, due to the inability to meaningfully access brain biochemistry past the blood-brain barrier. But what if, like the blue fluid, we had some marker agent that could make it to the brain, react to various target neurochemicals proportional to their concentration, and be changed so that something as simple as a urine test could assess such things about the brain? So naturally biochemistry seemed like the best place to start learning how to make or find such a tool.

"hmm, you know what, what you're looking for might be better suited for our new Molecule & Cellular Biology course the bioscience faculty is starting this year..."

[liquefied-dreamscape]

went to the portland dndads show as barry oak, handed out a bunch of bracelets, laughed a lot, and got a major headache (the rest of the wig is just a long thick heavy braid and really weighed me down)

i also accidentally gave my barry apologist bracelet to someone in line, sorry friend, you were supposed to get an amethyst one but i'm an idiot. we'll trade someday.