#very short haircuts for older women

[lighteyed]

lovely

spencer reid x reader

[1.9k] you think spencer's lovely.

“What is that?” You extend your hand toward Penelope’s arm as she’s walking past you, tugging her back to stand where you are, your eyes fixed in such a manner that she immediately turns to what your head is tilted toward. You don’t look at her while you say it, your thoughts hazy as your brain begins to short-circuit.

   “What is what?” She tries to see what you’re seeing but she doesn’t think she’s looking quite properly, adjusting her glasses as if that’ll paint a clearer picture of your muddled mind. She sees Spencer, at his desk, his own gaze affixed to the papers in front of him, but that’s all she sees in what she can determine as the trajectory of your stare.

   You press your mouth into a line and jerk your head toward him, pleading mentally with Penelope to understand what you’re getting at. She doesn’t. She turns back around and looks at you and says, loudly, “All I see is Spencer-“

   “For Christ’s sake,” you hiss, covering her mouth with your hand and steering her into her office, the back of your neck hot. You hope to God he hadn’t heard her, too engrossed in his workload to process anything so trivial. You shut the door behind you both with as soft a click as you can manage and peek out the window to make sure his eyes are still on his desk. They are. You take a breath and then place your hands on her shoulders. “Why would say his name so loud?”

  “I didn’t know what you were talking about! You were in a daze!” She insists, taking a seat in her chair. She pushes a second one toward you and you accept the offer, placing a hand on your forehead.

   “Didn’t you see?” You remain misty-eyed and faraway and Penelope, amused, waves a hand in front of your face.

   “See what, my darling?” She gets it now but the older-sisterly affection she feels a twinge of whenever she’s with you wants you to spell it out for her. Everyone on the team has a tendency to tease you, light-hearted, loving, warm teasing, but teasing nonetheless, the new baby of their group.

   You gesture in the direction of the bullpen. “He cut his hair.” The way the words fall from your mouth sound wonderfully hopeless and romantic to Penelope’s ears. To yours, you sound pathetic.

   “He did,” she nods encouragingly, smiling at you, a laugh threatening to spill out.

   “I thought he was really cute before the haircut,” you tell her, turning your eyes up to the ceiling, “but I think I might pass out if I have to stay in a room with him like that. I need him to, like, put on a wig or something, or a hat, before I lose it.” You rub your hand over your face.

   “I doubt he’s going to put on a wig,” you place your hands over your eyes, completely and utterly serious, and she really does laugh this time. She’s never seen you malfunction like this. You’re shy, sure, still a bit quiet with the newness of it all, with being the youngest, but you’re sharp, quick, very steady. And it amuses Penelope that it’s Spencer doing it to you. It’s not that he isn’t attractive (Derek calls him pretty boy for a reason), it’s that he’s not really one, so far as Penelope’s seen, to render women incoherent in this way. And you’ve certainly been rendered.

   “What if I ask him really nicely?” You lean back in your chair, finding the confines unbearable, unable to make yourself sit still. You flick your gaze toward the door as if he’ll walk in at any second.

   “That would require looking him in the eyes,” she says gently.

    “That’s out then,” you groan. You twist and find something of Penelope’s to pick up and fiddle with.

   “C’mon, it’s Spencer, you should tell him you like him,” she urges. She’s seen the way you look at him, dreamily, almost bursting at the seams with quiet adoration, always listening to him intently to engage in conversation in a way that won’t make you seem completely absurd. When you shake your head, still staring at the toy you’d found safety with, she presses. “He likes you. He does. And if you asked him to wear a wig I think he’d entertain the idea. He’d do anything for you.”

   “He does not. He wouldn’t.” You shake your head again and place the toy down.

    “Why wouldn’t he? You’re gorgeous, you’re sweet, you’re smart-“

   “He’s smarter-“

   “He’s smarter than everyone,” she dismisses.

   “He’s older,” you continue.

    “Not by that much,” she dismisses again. What’s four years, really? Twenty-eight and twenty-four isn’t awful by any means.

   “Yeah, but like,” you shift awkwardly. “It might as well be decades. The maturity is different. He probably thinks I’m like a child in comparison. And he’s too smart. He probably thinks I’m dumb-“

    “Spencer has never had one bad thought since you came into our lives,” Penelope interrupts, determined. “And don’t stress yourself out. He’s just some guy at the end of the day. And you’re you.”

   You know she’s right even if it doesn’t feel like he’s just some guy. Every other guy seemed to pale in comparison. He consistently proved himself to be, besides the obvious genius and maturity, kinder, and gentler, which mattered to you more than most things in a world marred by hatred and unhappiness. You tended to seek that out in men, a softness in the eyes and the words and the touch. Spencer, you’d admit, was never anything but soft with you. You attributed it to the same reason everyone else was, but you wondered if he was, perhaps, even softer. You avoided the thought carefully, always, the desire to keep your hopes and your yearning as abated as possible.

   You place your chin in your palm. “You really don’t think he’s ever had a bad thought about me?” Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to think about it a little. “Even when I tripped over his chair coming in and spilled coffee all over his reports?” You’d almost cried about it until his calm hand on the small of your back had given you something more tangible to bind yourself to.

   “You realize his chair was only in the way because he was breaking his neck trying to see if you’d come in yet,” Penelope points her pen at you as you shake your head again.

  “You’re lying to hype me up!” You lament, taking her accusatory pen out of her hand and placing it down on her desk.

   “I would never lie to you!” She gasps. You give her a reproachful look and she amends, “if it wasn’t in your best interest, which, this is,  but it’s also not a lie!”

   Spencer knocks and enters without waiting for the perfunctory come in, and you find yourself sitting up straighter, smoothing out the wrinkles splayed across your pants as he does so.

  “Did I hear my name earlier?” He asks, one hand perched on the doorframe, searching both yours and Penelope’s faces for an answer.

   “Hm, I don’t think so,” you say hastily before Penelope can utter anything incriminating, smiling up at him in a way that makes him unable to do anything but smile back.

    “Alright,” he touches the back of his neck, trying to think up an excuse to get you to come back to his desk. You’re situated in the one across from him and he, pathetically so, misses you when you stray away for too long. “Do you wanna come look at something for me?” He doesn’t need anyone to look at anything for him ever, so your brows knit together in confusion, and Penelope would roll her eyes at the naiveite if she didn’t find it so sweet.

   “Me? But I-“

   “Am completely distracting me from my very important work, so it’s best you go with Spencer, sweet pea, so I can actually get things done,” she interrupts, standing up to usher you out without further argument. She can practically feel the heated embarrassment radiating off you as he holds the door open for you to step out of.

   At his desk he makes up something for you to look at and hands it to you over the threshold between your two workspaces, but he catches you looking at him more than once and feels the overwhelming sense of insecurity begin to fall in waves around him. He touches his hair awkwardly. He hadn’t thought it looked that bad this morning when he’d styled it differently, he’d cut it just yesterday, too, but he mistook your admiration for aversion and found himself wanting to run to the bathroom and fix it, somehow.

   “You think my hair looks weird, too?” He asks, leaning in a bit so he can ask it in a low, insecure tone that no one else will hear. You blink up at him in surprise. Weird was the last way you’d describe the way he looked.

   “Weird?” You repeat, the word in conjunction to him unfamiliar in your mouth. He touches it again and you notice his cheeks flush with red.

   “Hotch made fun of me. Said I look like I’m in a boyband. I won’t wear it like this again, I promise,” he punctuates the words with a laugh that doesn’t register to you as genuine.

   “No!” You practically jump out of your chair to say it, your hands flying up to meet the wood of the desk, overeager. You retreat into yourself again to say, quieter, “you look nice, don’t worry about Hotch. I-I think your hair looks…” you pause, albeit briefly, to consider if it’s what you really want to say, “I think you look lovely, Spence, don’t worry.” You don’t look at him when you say it to supplement the fact that you’re saying it at all, focused on the work in front of you.

   “Lovely?” He tries to think of the last time he found himself speechless and he comes up blank. He stares at you with those big eyes of his, pleading that you look up.

   You do. His heart twitches at the contact. “Yes, lovely,” you murmur your confirmation, your attempt to avoid eye contact futile as he holds your gaze steadily.  

   “I always think you look lovely,” he confesses, and just like everything else with him, it’s as gentle as he can manage, detecting your nerves, trying to convey that you never have to be around him.

   You pause again, your chest constricting. “Always?”

   “Always,” he nods, licking his lips, pushing down his own nerves because he knows he needs to be the brave one here. If he doesn’t make the move you might spend the rest of your time here tiptoeing around each other, love swelled up in your stomachs like balloons fit to burst, words to bring meaning to it dying on your lips. He looks around briefly to determine if anyone around is listening, and he catches them all milling about, away from your desks, allowing him to take a deep breath. “I, um, I was wondering, if maybe you’d want to go on a date with me.” He drums his fingertips on his thigh and waits.

  You practically die as he says it, a weight off your shoulders you hadn’t understood you were carrying. “Yes, yes, I would love that.”

  “Really?” He looks up and grins, halfway disbelieving, reveling in your beauty, and you nod yes again. Yes, yes, always.

[balkanradfem]

Okay so, a long while ago I had written about noticing a woman who moved into the building, who had short hair and got my attention immediately (she was insanely hot). I creepily looked at her trough the window at one point and felt bad about it, but I didn't know how to approach her without being super obvious (I lose my wits when I talk to women).

Since then I had met her in the hallways multiple times, and she's always seemed super happy to talk to me! Even grinned when she saw me, and at moments seemed as flustered as me while we were talking. I found out she lives on the floor above me, has a very young son she takes care of on her own, and works the night shift, meaning she's super busy and barely sleeps. I once saw her in the evening waiting for a ride and wished her good luck at work and she went 'you too!' and then realized I'm coming home and added 'tomorrow!' which I thought was adorable (it was Saturday).

Anyway I still have not sussed out if she is interested in women at all, I can't figure it out because I have no sense for these things and had only assumed maybe, because of the haircut, but she has a son, so she could be bisexual. Those are things I'm thinking in my brain, but a heterosexual woman can have a buzzcut too? Right? I could be completely off and just dazzled by her appearance and by how nice she is.

However this morning I had a longer conversation with her, I was getting home from slug patrol, and she was coming home from work. I held the door opened for her and she paused to chat with me in the hallway. We were talking about work and the building and at one point, unprompted, she touched my hand, then commented on how cold it was, and then touched it more, and I'm like, I don't know what's going on, that doesn't usually happen to me. A minute later she decided I needed a hug and hugged me, and I was mortified because I just came home from the garden in my filthy clothing so I panicked and apologized for my awful getup, but she was like 'so what?'.

So now I'm even more in my lesbian brain trying to figure it out, would a heterosexual do this, do women do this randomly, could it be because she has a child and I also look like a little wet child to her (she's 9 years older than me) so I just looked pathetic enough??? I also told her, with my brain non-functional, about 10 times that I find her really nice and that I love her haircut and that she's so kind and how wonderful it was of her to stop and chat with me even though she's so busy and I don't know if I should have said any of that??? I had the urge to invite her over and make her breakfast but felt it would be too forward to ask her to come to my apartment and it would make me creepy, and also I don't know what to do, I would like to befriend her but whenever I do talk to her I am useless.

[joelswritingmistress]

You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 42

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

The rehearsal dinner. I was an enchanted guest watching the dry run of the wedding unfold. Will stood proudly beside the Justice of Peace and his handful of groomsmen, Dr. Miller included, stood by as a woman rattled off a set of simple instructions.

I sat in the back row of the chairs that were set up to the left and right of a makeshift aisle. The hum of talkative laughter was buzzing behind me from Carol and her girlfriends. Even in their late forties and fifties, the women were happily carrying about the way teen lace girls would. Friendships like that were a rare delicacy; a blessing.

And then the men began their walk around the chairs to the back to meet up with the women. My eyes stalked Dr. Miller, awaiting for his gaze to fall upon me; but I soon recognized his eyes had landed on someone else.

I glanced over my shoulder as an older woman with glasses and the cutest little bob of a haircut made her way toward him. She almost appeared to be half his size, though she was probably just a few inches shorter than me.

Dr. Miller smiled warmly and opened up his arms, nearly scooping the woman up as he placed a kiss firmly on her cheek. And then their hands remained locked as they broke the embrace before she tapped the side of his face gently.

After a short conversation, Dr. Miller extended his arm in my direction and pointed. I froze.

His mother. I swallowed hard and waved before he motioned for me to join them.

I let out a deep breath and made my way down the empty row. I crossed over to where the two of them stood and Dr. Miller welcomed me with a hand against my back.

“(Y/N), this is my mother,” he smiled wide, face beaming, as he looked back and forth between the two of us.

“Francesca Miller,” the woman introduced herself, “But friends and family call me Franky.��

I smiled and didn't know whether to go in for a hug or a handshake, though as I began to introduce myself back, she pulled me in for a hug.

“It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Miller,” I said.

“It's very nice to meet you,” she said back with a nod, toying with her pearls. “And, please, call me Franky.”

I smiled again and nodded. Dr. Miller’s mother had an elegant, confident exterior; though I could tell she was witty and down to earth just the same.

“Where's your father? He beat me down the elevator.”

Dr. Miller looked around. “He probably took a pit stop at the bar.”

“The jackass,” Franky muttered, making us both laugh. She glanced around for a moment and then summoned Carol, who also claimed she hadn't seen him downstairs yet.

“Your mom is..” I smiled wide, searching for one of the many adjectives that were swirling in my head.

“A bit crazy,” Dr. Miller teased.

“Hilarious,” I corrected, “Adorable.. feisty.”

He chuckled and nodded. “That she is. Dad’s in trouble if he helped himself to a drink.”

“Oh here he is,” Carol’s calm voice made me glance in their direction and I watched as Franky marched up to her husband.

“Chas! Where have you been?” She raised her arms high in the air.

“Nobody was here yet when I came down,” he claimed, running a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair.

“And..”

“And what?” He put his hands out to the sides and I heard Dr. Miller chuckle beside me. Carol then turned toward us, shared a smile with her brother and rolled her eyes.

“Where'd ya go?” She was half his size, but it was apparent she wore the pants in that relationship.

“The bar.” He motioned toward the short hallway he had just rounded out from and Franky threw her hands in the air, speaking in another language in exasperation as she walked away. I was almost certain she was cursing but she winked at Carol and gave a smile when her back was to her husband.

“Dad!” Dr. Miller shouted and waved his father toward us.

The closer he got, the more I could see he was built like a linebacker. For a man I guessed who had to be pushing seventy, simply based on the ages of his children, he looked like he could give Hulk Hogan a run for his money.

“Dad, this is (Y/N).”

“Chas Miller.” He reached out and gave me a gentle handshake, placing his top hand over mine. His bushy mustache smiled as wide as he did.

“It's nice to meet you,” I said to him.

“Pleasure's all mine.” He nodded toward us. “Joel says you met at the university.”

I cleared my throat and nodded. “Yes. A couple of months back.”

“Well, he speaks very highly of you.” Chas gave a nod. In my mind it felt like a nod of approval.

“Chas!” Franky shouted for him before I could respond and he sighed and placed a meaty hand on Joel’s shoulder. “That's my cue.” He looked to me, “Happy wife, happy life.”

“That's right.” I laughed.

“We’ll catch up some more,” Chas vowed. He winked and I could clearly see Dr. Miller’s features when he did that.

When I turned back to Dr. Miller, he was shaking his head with a smirk. “That's my parents.”

“They're adorable.”

He nodded in agreement. “They are. They're good people.”

“They must be happy for Carol.”

Dr. Miller nodded again and pulled me in for a quick kiss. “I'm going to be walking down the aisle with Annie.”

I chuckled. “Well Annie happens to think you're a hunk, so..” I tightened his tie and looked at him with a grin.

“A hunk?” Dr. Miller began to laugh.

“That's the word she used.” I flattened his tie with my hand and looked up at him. “They're good people, too. You all are.”

“Well, you fit right in then.” He kissed my forehead and then my nose.

“I love you so much,” I said to him.

“I love you, too.” He tipped up by chin with his first two fingers and we shared one more kiss. “I think we're going to get started with the walk through.

“Okay. Enjoy.” I took my seat back down as he went to join the wedding party. From afar I soaked it all in - the laughter, the smiles, the banter. It was the exact vibe that should go hand-in-hand with a wedding.

The woman in charge of the procession began the walk-through. I snickered to myself when Joel and Annie strolled arm-in-arm down the aisle together.

Joel. That was one of the only times I thought of him as Joel in my mind, and not Dr. Miller. I had to start referring to him in that way - outside of the bedroom, anyway.

“Can I keep him?” Annie asked in her bold, British accent as they parted ways by the altar.

I laughed to myself and Dr. Miller blew her a kiss that she pretended to catch. As crazy about him as I was, I didn't feel any jealousy about any of it. It was playful and fun. I was happy to be a part of it all.

The others walked down in the same fashion before Carol linked her arm through her father’s as they made their way last.

Despite his macho appearance, I could see tears in Chas’s eyes. They didn't fall, but I was sure the following day at the actual ceremony they would. He appeared to be one of those teddy bear types in the body of an NFL player. It almost made me tear up.

What a beautiful family, I thought. I couldn't help but wonder if maybe one day I would be a part of it. Maybe I would be the one walking down the aisle as Joel waited for me.

I indulged in the fantasy of it all for a moment and continued to soak it all in. At the conclusion of it all, he made his way through the crowd and linked his hand with mine.

“Now’s the fun part,” Dr. Miller said.

“What's that?” I asked him.

“We get to eat.”

“Mmm.” I smacked my lips and he leaned in to kiss my temple.

The night continued on with the same warmth. I didn't want it to end. Chas and Franky grew even more comical after a couple of drinks, sharing funny or embarrassing stories back and forth.

Digging into the Miller family’s memories alongside them was precious - and entertaining. More than once Dr. Miller glanced down with a sheepish grin or placed a hand over his eyes when one of his family members revisited an old memory.

“When he was a teenager he drank our leftover beers from a Fourth of July picnic and filled the bottles with water,” Franky claimed, motioning to her son.”So we wouldn't know he drank them.”

“And then one hot summer day I'm mowing the lawn and go to drink one,” Chas adds, “And I'm like what the hell is this?”

“I remember that,” Carol said, laughing.

“He put them back in the case,” Franky went on. “Filled with water.”

“Evil genius,” Dr. Miller said about himself.

“Yeah a genius alright,” Carol teased. “You got caught within a week.”

Franky shook her head, looking outward in a sort of daydream. “Those days were funny.”

“See what you two are getting into?” Chas asked, motioning to Will and then to me. Again, I was happy to be included.

“I'm very lucky,” Will said to his future father-in-law.

“Me, too,” I added.

“Oh, can we just toast, already.” Carol raised her glass of wine.

“What are we toasting to?” Dr. Miller asked, raising the Old Fashioned he was sipping on. I mirrored them, as did his parents and Will.

Carol looked at Will for an extra second and then back to the rest of us. “To family.”

“I like that one,” Chas said with a nod.

Dr. Miller clanked his glass around with everyone's, leaving mine for last. He gave a little smirk. “To family.”

I nodded back. “Family.”

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[mag-lore]

Amazon: we're making our show diverse to represent the modern world through rings of power !!

Also Amazon: gives almost all the male elves short stereotypically masculine haircuts while the female elves all have long hair. Ignoring the fact that all elves have long hair and all look very similar and androgynous. Gives the female dwarves no facial/body hair and stereotypically feminine clothing, ignoring the canon fact that dwarf women are indistinguishable from dwarf men and therefore look very manly. Removes all the queer coding from Sauron's character, making him a cisgender man who looks very stereotypically masculine and has a beard. Also gives him a forced heterosexual love interest. Makes him and Ar-Pharazon have virtually no interaction and therefore a completely different relationship than they have in the canon. Casts Celebrimbor much older than he is written and removes almost all of his scenes and interactions with Sauron, replacing him in almost all of the canon scenes they have together with Galadriel.

Seems like your "diversity" excludes anything queer coded that exists in the canon as well as relationships that could be and often are read as queer. Painting middle earth as aggressively cisheteronormative even if that means fundamentally changing existing characters and races.

[calmasyoghurt]

The joker out pride project.

Kris finally finds himself, and behind the scenes, Jan is rewarded an award for 'best friend of the year'. Also on ao3.

June 10th, prompt 22. Experimenting with pronouns.

Jan arrives at the bus stop just as the doors to the bus open. He watches as people exit the vehicle. A mother with a stroller, an older couple, a guy with dreadlocks. Last of all, a tall teenager with a guitar case leaves the bus. It’s this teenager that Jan is here to pick up. They’ve known each other for about a year, been close friends for almost as long. But for the first time since they met, Jan isn’t quite sure what to say. There is only one question he can think to say, so that is what Jan does.

“So, did you come up with any answers to what I asked you last week?”, he asks.

“I did. I’m keeping Kris, at least for now. My parents gave me some money for a haircut, so maybe we could go do that. Oh, and maybe- Maybe we could try ‘he’ for today? Only if that’s okay with you, I’m not sure if it’s permanent yet”. That’s one of Jan’s favorite things about Kris, how she- no, not she, how he always seems to get nervous when he thinks he’s said or asked for too much.

“Of course that’s okay with me. Do you want to get that haircut now or do you want to drop of your guitar at my place first?”.

Kris decides that the haircut is the first priority, mostly since going to Jan’s place first would be a detour. Kris tells Jan that he’s a bit scared that the hair dresser will give him a haircut that is too girly, but Jan says that if that’s the case they simply won’t pay for it. This makes Kris laugh a little, but he still looks nervous. Soon enough, the pair finds a hair-salon and enter it. One of the women working there seems to recognize Jan, and starts talking to him. She almost looks ready to start cutting Jan’s long hair right then and there, but he stops her before she can take him to a chair.

“It’s actually my friend Kris here who’s getting a haircut. He wants it quite short, right Kris?”. Kris smiles, agrees to Jan’s statement and gets seated. Half an hour later, Jan looks up from a magazine he’s found in the waiting area. In front of him stands Kris, looking happier than ever. His hair has been cut to a very classic, boyish style, shorter on the sides, a bit longer on top. Jan can do nothing but smile back at his friend, who finally seems happy with his own appearance. When Kris has payed, the duo heads out and towards Jan’s house. Kris asks if Jan’s parents are home, Jan says that they are and in turn asks if Kris is okay with Jan calling him ‘he’ in front of them.

“The thing is, I really liked it when you called me ‘he’ in front of that hairdresser, and I want to be called that again. But what if your parents has to talk to my parents at some point? If I want to keep using ‘he’, then I want to be the one to tell them."

"I see. I'm not going to say anything you're not comfortable with, but my parents have been really supportive. They've stood up for me so many times. If I ask them not to out you, then I'm sure they won't”. Jan hopes that Kris can trust his parents, and wishes for a way to let Kris know just how lucky Jan is to have them. And somehow, it’s like Kris understands, because as they enter the street Jan lives on, he decides that he’ll go by ‘he’ while at Jan’s house. The two friends enter the house, and are met by Jan’s mum, watering jug in hand, in the hallway.

“Hi mum, this is Kris, he’s come all the way from Ljubljana so he’ll stay for at least a few hours”.

“Oh, hi Kris! It so nice to meet you, Jan has told us a lot about you”, Jan’s mum says, then continues to water the flowers. Jan leads Kris to his room and tells him to sit on the bed. Then he tells Kris something he’s noticed.

“You look so happy when I call you a he. You should keep it”.

[malleablemusic]

unfortunately, my boyfriend unironically listens to weezer, and has caught wind about this blog. after a month of trying, he has successfully convinced me to use this album for this week's blog. let the record state that i have heard island in the sun before, as aquamarine is one of my favorite movies in the entire world (for anyone wondering, he will now be watching that fantastic piece of cinematic history with me in exchange for this post). anyways, here's my review of weezer's self titled album:

don't let go: 3/5 stars

i love when a man sings "ill be down on my knees" for some reason its just so vulnerable

loving the simp energy he is giving, whole song is just begging so far

this is transforming me into a 14 year old boy with a spiky haircut, learning guitar in my room, suddenly i want to play basketball in my driveway

his voice is very classic, especially for the music genre, but doesn't feel unique enough for me

photograph: 2.9/5 stars

i always love clapping in songs, especially in an intro

such a fun beat, i could dance around my room to this

i think he just liked getting to repeat "re-erect it" over and over

hash pipe: 4.6/5 stars

oh okay raaaangeee!!!! is this a completely different singer

feels like such a different vibe than the first two

what happens when that 14yr old spiky haired kid gets older and gains access to marijuana lmao

i didn't know weezer could be angsty this is great

"you've got your problems / i've got my eyes wide / you've got your big g's / i've got my hash pipe" he's truly speaking words of wisdom

island in the sun: 5/5 stars

it is very hard for me to separate this song from the film that means so very much to me (aquamarine) so i simply will not be

the pure joy and light and love this song exudes its insane

i am instantly transported to a beach, in a bikini and big shirt, hair damp and sun-bleached, off a margarita and dancing in the sunset

i am obsessed with the guitar solo and need to learn how to play just for this

the way he sings "we'll never feel bad anymoreeee" !! IM HEALED

crab: .1/5 stars

okay continuing with the beach theme

brb googling what it means to crab?

according to the internet they're just complaining about the women. ok way to let me down after one of my favorite songs ever

is this just a man upset a woman won't sleep with him

"crab at the booty / 'taint gonna do no good" shutttt uppp ! just shut up (:

this is really gonna lower the album's average huge L for them

knockdown dragout: 2.5/5 stars

lyrics are kind of giving nothing, repetitive

i do enjoy the guitar, they always eat with that, but this is kind of boring

smile: 2.8/5 stars

i like his little belting when he sings "'cause i don't wanna break"

the guitar solos in this album !! even the short ones, so good

follows the common theme i see of wanting a girl to give him a chance...

simple pages: 2.8/5 stars

yup okay another song asking a girl to give him a chance - truly, i get it, and this is a valid form of art you go sir, i just do not see myself listening to this kinda music

i do enjoy pining every once in a while do not get me wrong

another bangin guitar solo

feels like i don't have much to say about this..

glorious day: 3/5 stars

angsty nerdy boy decides its time to finally make a move and ask a girl out

i like these kinds of weezer songs more, the "grittier" sound

giving angry high school band in a battle of the bands competition

o girlfriend: 2/5 stars

i think what i don't like about them is while their sound is good and i enjoy it, the lyrics are truly so generic and not special

i think I said this in an earlier post, and i am not trying to be disparaging, but an AI chatbot could've easily written this in 30 seconds- i just don't believe he's actually hurt and grieving a love, i want to feel the artists genuine pain, this does not sound like a man torn apart

sadly, i was very underwhelmed by this album. to my partner's credit, this is not his favorite of their work, so maybe i will give the rest of their music a try eventually, but for now that was very mid (aside from the perfection that is island in the sun) and i'd give the album 2.7/5 stars.

[mallows-marsh]

Elysia Sage Stockholm | 23 | 4’11 | November 11th

Personality: An OnlyFans and Twitch legend, Elysia is loud and proud about being herself, even if that means being off-putting to the average viewer. Her unfiltered nature is both her greatest strength and her biggest vulnerability. Despite her bold exterior, she is very respectful to her friends and her frequently rotating list of partners, often quieting her extroverted nature to enjoy intimate moments with them. Her loyalty to her friends is unwavering, and she often goes out of her way to support and uplift them.

Elysia’s fearlessness in speaking her mind and using her platform to stand up for others has made her a polarizing figure online. She’s an advocate for body positivity, sexual freedom, and mental health awareness. However, this outspoken attitude comes at a personal cost. She struggles with setting boundaries and often pushes herself too far, getting into heated online battles with trolls or occasionally ending up in the ER when her kinks become too extreme.

Ely is a huge fan of morbid things, enjoying horror media and dark content daily. Her fascination with the macabre extends into her personal life, influencing her bedroom interests and her online persona. When she’s not making porn or having sex for fun, Elysia is immersed in the gaming world, either streaming solo or playing with friends, often combining her passions by hosting gaming sessions with a sexual twist.

Despite her seemingly carefree and confident demeanor, Elysia has her moments of doubt and negative thinking. She sometimes turns to weed and even more sex as a form of self-medication. To counter these struggles, she frequently sees a therapist online and is committed to working through her issues and managing her mental health.

Backstory: Born to a loving single mother, Elysia was raised to be herself and to do so loudly. Her mother, a former dancer who now runs a strip club in Boston, instilled in her the importance of confidence and self-expression. Elysia spent her childhood backstage at the club, surrounded by strong, confident women who became her role models. This unconventional upbringing gave her a unique perspective on life and an early education in the power of performance and sexuality.

As a child, Elysia was the one who got in trouble for talking during class, for discussing inappropriate topics on the playground, and for pulling stunts to capture the attention of her classmates she had crushes on. Her fascination with the bruises and scrapes she and her peers acquired evolved into a deep curiosity about the human body and pain, leading her down a path of exploring darker, more taboo subjects as she grew older.

Inspired by the personalities she watched online, Elysia started creating content at a young age, producing cringey videos of herself playing video games and reviewing her favorite horror movies. While she’s tried to erase those early attempts from the internet, they occasionally resurface with the occasional “this u?” message in her DMs, reminding her of how far she’s come. Today, she exudes confidence in her streams and videos, seamlessly blending her love for gaming with her provocative persona.

Motivations and Goals: Elysia’s primary goal is to expand her online empire and solidify her status as a top-tier content creator. She’s determined to push boundaries and challenge societal norms, using her platform to advocate for causes she believes in. At the same time, she is on a personal journey to become the best version of herself, working through her mental health struggles and learning to set healthy boundaries.

Likes:

Horror

Video games

Gothic/E-Girl fashion

Cosplay

Thrill seeking

Dislikes:

Authority

Monotony

Lack of creativity

Judgment

Intolerance

Appearance: Elysia is a very short woman with a pear-shaped body, her height standing at just 4’11. She has a distinctive bob haircut with straight bangs and two longer face-framing pieces in the front. Her eyes are a vibrant purple. Her skin is very pale, almost porcelain-like, covered in faded scars and bruises from her adventurous lifestyle. Her makeup is bold and dramatic, often featuring dark lipstick and smokey eyeshadow. She has a few tattoos, some that she got done in the spur of a moment decision at parties. She has triple lobe piercings on both ears, an industrial bar on one, a helix piercing on both ears, and both nostrils pierced.

She dresses like a stereotypical e-girl with a gothic twist, favoring outfits that combine fishnet stockings, platform boots, and oversized graphic tees with dark, intricate jewelry. Her style is a reflection of her personality: bold, unapologetic, and a little bit rebellious.

[antiyourwokehomophobia2]

can I just talk to you like a lesbian to another lesbian? that's going to be kinda messy so sorry about that

so even though I live in a homophobic country, a lot of people make homoerotic jokes like all the fucking time, especially women. it's not something I think much about because really they're obviously straight.

but then there's this girl.

she's a second year student at my uni, a year older then me. she looks very much gnc, like, I had to take a closer look to figure out if she's actually a girl first time I saw her. me&my student group went out to just hang out and get to know each other and she joined us. she's huuuge into horses, like, so huge she actually gave up horse riding because, as she explained, horse riding means making horses do something unnatural to their bodies and she decided to become a vet instead.

so we were talking and I asked her where she got her haircut done cuz I'm searching for a place to get one done for myself, she told me about the place and asked me why'd I want to get a short haircut. I said I just got tired of having long hair and then I told her I kinda wanted a buzz cut and she was like "omg I want one too, wanna get them together??" aaaand I said I was scared lol. but she asked for my number and we decided that we're going to get haircuts together, just a different kind.

I'm not going to give you context on this one because that's gonna be too long but basically another girl jokingly told me to get my hoodie off and our teacher said something in response and the girl was like "well she has a shirt underneath" and then THAT girl said "you can take that off too" and like. winked at me.

on our way back I told her I was glad she went with us because I wanted to befriend her since I first saw her and she asked me if someone told me about about her or if it was because of her looks and I told her I thought she was pretty

and I just don't know how to feel about that because I have zero gaydar or whatever, and i'm not even interested in her romantically but having a ssa friend would be so cool. but also I don't wanna be delusional and I can't just outright ask her if she's gay so idk.

i'm not going to assume either way I just need to talk to another gay person about that cuz that's literally the first time in my life something like that is happening to me sorry💀💀

Anon, I don't have answers on if those girls are gay or not. Straight women have "hit" on me multiple times; it's fun for them. Unfortunately, nothing you have said points me to the conclusion they're 100% SSA. All I would say is that if you wanna be their friend then go for it. Them being SSA isn't a guarantee you're gonna like them, so don't befriend them based on that. If you like them and they turn out to be straight then you've got yourself a good friend regardless. I just got out of a relationship with a closeted women and closet dating really sucks lmao. It might be different if y'all are both in the closet, idk, but I think you should play it safe.

[cordycepsfem]

Pageboy Readthrough, Part Three

Previously

EP goes on a date (that she does not describe fully which irritated me because it's lazy writing)

during said date she's asked "when did you know" which means "when did you start liking things traditionally done/enjoyed by boys/men but can also definitely totally be done by girls/women as well"

EP says "four" which is not a thing

this leads to a very long and trying chapter about how EP did things that again, you can do if you are a girl, or if you are actually just a child of either sex

EP tries to make friends

EP has a boyfriend; they get called "f slurs" by teenagers and EP revels in being thought of as a boy (note: she just has a short haircut)(also second note: who revels in being called a slur? Jesus)

there is a lengthy discourse about a boat explosion in 1917 Halifax which is tangentially related to things being discussed in the chapter but interested me enough to go learn more about it today

EP refers to Halifax's gay community in 1917 as "queer" and your reviewer ended the night before she put her fist through the wall of her very, very hot apartment

You can now find previous parts of this readthrough here.

Now

Chapter Four

EP and her mom move to a new home

it is nice; people do normal people things there

Not a boy.

EP talks about playing in the bathtub with action figures; again, this is a thing that all kids did

her mom supports her imaginative play

EP has a crush on the girl in Honey I Shrunk the Kids

EP's mom is a good teacher

together they watch hockey and eat Canadian food (ketchup chips burned my tongue off last year when I visited but hey nobody's perfect)

There is a three-paragraph stint here that got me in the chest.

So let's talk this one through. A female child didn't like wearing restrictive clothing that female children are made to wear. Tights are awful no matter if you think you're a boy or not. No one should wear them. (I am correct on this and I do not take notes.) Dresses are confining and most girls are told to not do certain things when you're in them. Your humble reviewer wore dresses almost every single day throughout her childhood so she climbed trees, rode her bicycle, went wading, performed science experiments, jumped rope, hid during hide and seek, went sledding, and played any number of other games and sports in them. Was I told to stop, to be more feminine, to be a young lady, to be more "modest"? Yes. Would it have been easier in pants? Fuck yes. But I wasn't going to stop doing the things I wanted because I was wearing dresses and tights.

"Boy as friends should have been over"? What? Is there an age where one cannot be friends with a boy? It must be older than 36, because I am younger than 36 and still friends with many boys. They are now called men, of course, but I have had friends who were boys for all of my childhood and teenage years and my Catholic mother didn't find that strange. (After all, Jesus had many friends who were boys, and many friends who were girls.)

Mothers sometimes want things for you that you don't want but they want. It is okay to let go of those things. It is okay to start to forge your own path. Wear dresses when they want, once a year or whatever. Play nice. Take it off as soon as you can. Learn to negotiate "nice pants and a sweater" into the equation as soon as you can. It doesn't mean you're a boy.

And EP's Mom - who sounds a lot like my mom on this topic - was right - being someone who is GNC or who is even a bit different (for instance, someone who might be a closeted lesbian) is going to make your life more difficult, because kids are assholes who believe strongly in pattern recognition so any outlier is going to be attacked. My huge imaginary world was built to protect me from all of the bullying I received. I was happiest alone because no one bullied me there. I still wasn't a boy. I was just a weird kid who would one day realize she was a lesbian.

EP says she has never doubted her mom's love for her

but she feels like her mom didn't know how to say "no" to things that were harmful and her mom made her conform because she didn't know what else to do

EP tells a story about trips she and her mom would take to a beach where they did things like enjoy the natural scenery and pretend they had walkie talkies

it leads to this

This is why thirty-somethings have no business writing memoirs, and it's only half-because of the sappy dramatic writing. EP, you are still free. You can still have any kind of relationship with your mom you want. You can even make your relationship better.

EP liked snow days

she and her mom went to Tim Hortons and got hot beverages

sledding was also nice and leads to further fanciful writing

I'm getting to a point in this book where I'm honestly wondering how it's going to end. And I don't mean that in a a negative way (although there are times when I'm reading that I have to physically push on my lips because I feel like I'm wading through molasses trying to make sense of it all), but in the way that EP and I come from not dissimilar backgrounds, had not dissimilar childhoods, and - so far - have similar feelings about those things, and I need to know how it gets from Point A to Point B. We both came out as lesbians, we both have gender dysphoria. I want to know what the justification was for the massive body modification and a trans identity over therapy, or if EP's going to talk about therapy at all. I want to know how she settled on leaving her wife. I want to know if she thinks of herself as straight.

I can honestly only read one or two chapters a night because some of this hurts - it feels too close to home. I am understanding how someone like EP, like me, like a lot of weird and maybe undiagnosed girls, gets to a point where "not being a girl" is the best choice. I want to know what the tipping point is.

[theweirdwideweb]

Hello, I was curious if you'd ever consider making a video about talking how you have more confidence/independence? There's not a lot of resources out there for women that aren't looks related or how to find a partner. You're not very much older than me but you're kind of a role model to me because of your journey to better yourself and I think it's very inspiring. Also you're cool

This is a cool idea. I don't know how into making videos I am right now but if I were to make a video like this, my advice would be something like: Care about your own pain enough to seek professional help and stick with it. Therapy, psychiatry, regular doctors. Professional help is foundational especially if you're fucked up, I cannot stress this enough. Beyond that---Observe yourself carefully and thoroughly. Have values and live by them. Analyze your actions to see if you are living up to your values or falling short and if it's the latter work on it honestly and purposefully. Get real with yourself. That's the key to self respect: contentment with how you conduct yourself, honestly seeking to repair your faults, and having the humility to accept that you will always have faults and need to repair them. Once you have that kind of self respect other things follow. Keep track of your money. Live in a clean environment. Good hygiene. Clothes that suit you. Haircuts. You don't have to be rich to have these things. It's a matter of how you direct your energy: by thinking your life out thoroughly, planning, and staying on top of shit. Then when you feel like you're generally a good person who lives by values, wearing clothes that suit you, smelling nice, a few dollars in your pocket, with the confidence that you are doing the best you can ---think how much easier it is to go through this world.

[brownfrogs]

For the first impression post

Tell us about Ashe

First Impression: OKAY, so I wasn’t a big fan when I watched the Reunion short. Her design put me off especially compared to her beautiful concept art that came out + Bob’s mere existence. (Also I was distracted by how much they lightened Cole’s skintone to hell and back.) So YES, I dogged on her alot. Its my right as a brown Southerner!!!

Impression Now: I have v much softened up to her once I realized she is simply a Saturday Morning Cartoon Villain. With her silly lil plans and ragtag family. Also she’s fun to play and its satisfying to hit her combos + send out Bob to knock ppl up.

Favorite Moment: Uh, the time a Mercy was pocketing me as Ashe in comp and said I deserve to be in a higher rank bc my aim was much better than the other players she pockets. Real recognizing Real 👭

Idea for a Story: Would love to see a lil parody of A Day in the Life of Ashe where everything comically goes wrong.

Unpopular opinion: I don’t think this is unpopular but I do think a fifty year old white woman who works in the hot sun should look like a raisin. Can we let women have different faces and look older? Is that okay blizz? Huh?

Favorite Relationship: Of course its with Cole (strictly platonic), since they have most of the history and its messy and complicated and they are very much the characters in this song. But I am interested how she would be with the Junkers specifically with Junkerqueen. They should interact and also have raunchy terrible sex. Queen putting her in her place and showing her who’s really in charge. Yes, I am normal.

Favorite Headcanon: Ashe helping Cole transition is real sweet I think. She gave him his first Big Haircut and she stole alot of clothes for him to see what works. Them trying to diy HRT and almost killing Cole in the process. Good times.

[applejongho]

I don't think I ever mentioned it on here, nor is it rly applicable here, but whatever. the movie 'across the spiderverse' was one of the most important things I consumed that made me affirm my gender and gender expression.

and like, yeah, I'm a cis woman. I use she/her pronouns. for a while I was like, what gender is there to affirm? this is one of the common ones. there's a lot of women existing on earth. but all the same, gender is a spectrum and I didn't ever feel like I fit in as a girl when I was younger. I felt different. in hindsight, it was probably because my mom bought all of my clothes and didn't let me choose them myself. it was probably because I had really bad acne all over my body and my mom made me feel ashamed of it, so I had to cover it up. that limited a lot of what clothing I wore. it was probably because my mom never let me experiment with my hair. I had developed no self expression and I certainly had no self esteem. and I had no goddamn idea of who I was or what I wanted to be.

I got older and fought the battle to find these things for myself. I'm still fighting it to be honest. back when across the spiderverse was released, my biggest barrier that I felt like I had to cross was haircuts. I knew how I wanted my hair. I knew that I would like it. But I was so fucking terrified of how people would perceive me. Will people think less of me if I get an undercut? Will people think less of me if my hair is short? Am I still going to be as "woman" as all of the other women if I cut my hair how I want?

I had gone through a similar battle with clothing, but that was a lot easier to fight through. You can take off your clothing whenever you want. You can change who you are whenever. You can get a new wardrobe to express anything you want whenever. Hair was hair and it would not grow back in a day. I would have to live with the choice that I made for myself for at least a few months, and it was horrifying.

Seeing Gwen on screen was like sunshine cutting through fog after a bad rainstorm. She was everything that I wanted to be. She had cool hair, a cool attitude, and love for her friends. She loved and played music on instruments like me. She would not stand for anything she didn't agree with. she wasn't too "punk rock" to hug her dad. who fucking cares if people judge me for my hair if i can look like her? I bawled during the first five minutes of the movie in the theater during her introduction while my brother next to me looked at me like I was crazy. you're not supposed to fucking cry over a character intro. well.

Seeing Hobie on screen also made me choke up. Like Gwen, his personality was bold and vibrant. As someone who is very new to the alt/punk(/goth) subculture, his presence in the movie was so affirming. in general, all spiders in the movie were affirmations that I could be whoever the fuck I wanted to be. I could present however I wanted to present. and any of it was ok.

their representation and character arcs were exactly what I needed to feel more confident in my own skin. what gender is there to affirm? my own. my own gender that's mine and it finally feels like mine because I see other women and other people putting it on display and being proud of it. it's because of people like gwen and hobie that I was able to figure out and feel confident about who I was and what worked for my own gender expression. ❤️

[buildinglorethia]

Asteran fashion part 2: ...And Gentlemen

Menswear doesn't really differ too much from women's in the basics, aside from the obvious lack of skirts. Sleeves tend to be a bit longer, and collars cover more of the neck, especially in formal wear.

The most basic version of an outfit is just a shirt, trousers, and boots, but it's not very fashionable. Having a nice vest and tucking in the hems of your pants to your boots helps the Look significantly.

As you go up on the fanciness scale, the vest becomes more like a jacket, with a longer hem and sleeves. Longer sleeves have slashes in them to show the undershirt, and a longer hem on the jacket means you'll need a nice sash to to stop it from looking too shapeless.

Higher-contrast in colors and patterns is popular in menswear, so a nice outfit usually has kind of a color-block look going on.

I am also a proponent of fancy fantasy men in heels.

And some minor hairstyle notes:

Haircuts around chin-length are the usual, and most men will style it into a ponytail or slick it back. Being clean-shaven is the facial hair standard, but a short, neat beard is good too, though it's a little out of date, so you'll usually see it on older men.

[naildesigns24]

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[myfirsthaircut]

June 15, 2024,

Put off the hair cut for too long. With all the gardening I didn't have the time or desire to go get my hair cut. Finally have the garden in some kind of shape and decided it was time. Feel like a whole new woman, which is hilarious since I go to a "haircuts for men" place.

I had some previous bad experiences at salons. Multiple places and multiple stylists kinda tried to talk me out of shaving the sides. They kept suggesting keeping it longer, or only trimming it a bit. It got frustrating.

I kept saying "no, I know how short the trimmer on level 2 is... that's why I asked for it" and "no, I've done the long hair thing, I am sure I want it short."

Then they would say, "well let's start with the scissors and go from there." And often the haircut was still longer than I asked for, but I was sick of fighting. Legit one time the stylist finally used the trimmers, but definitely with a longer guard, which she insisted was a 2.

I get it, I have very thick hair and people loved it when it was longer, and especially hair people loved to play with it when there was a lot of it, but for the love of God just cut my hair the way I want it.

I started going to barbershop and men's haircut places like 6 or 7 years ago and I have little desire to go back to a salon. When I told one of the stylists at the men's place she told me a lot of salons stylists that cater to women aren't confident in using the trimmer or are even outright afraid of it. I get that, but if that's the case tell me and I can go to someone else. Also some of the bad stylists definitely seemed less afraid of the haircut and more interested in pushing me towards a more... traditional female style. Granted most of those were older women (40+), but not exclusively. And at the time I was looking for places there weren't a lot of great options around me.

Added bonus of the men's cut is that it is cheaper. $25 rather than the $60+ the salons were charging me to fight for and not often get the correct cut. It's one of the reasons I started trimming my own hair sometimes, it would be uneven, but short.

Anyway, I like the place I go. They take walk ins, none of the stylists have a problem with a woman coming in for a man's cut, and they do a good job. Also no shampooing or products in the hair, no fuss. For a girl with severe skin allergies this is a huge plus.

[stylesalute]

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