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  • Bleaching dark, box-dyed hair?

    Later in the summer I'm looking into doing something very different with my hair and bleaching it to an almost-white then placing pastel pink on top of it (My hair is almost-black currently). However, whenever I look up videos about bleaching hair, no one ever seems to have dark, dyed hair (like me). I'm trying to figure out:

    A) Is it even possible to bleach a box-dyed hair to almost white or do I need to wait for my roots to grow out?

    B) if it's even a good idea (I understand there will be damage with bleaching in general, but is it going to be amplified 10x because my hairs already dark and Ill need to bleach a couple times?)

    C) Are there any specific products I should use for trying to bleach my hair? I know I'll need to tone it afterwards

    Any other tips or comments would be appreciated! Thanks

    2 AnswersHair6 years ago
  • Would you continue reading?

    Father told me about the ‘nuclear humans’ once; people whose blood is pumped with radioactive material to be used as a secret weapon. Although he didn’t know the details, he explained that a chemical resulted from experimenting with plutonium is inserted into their veins and makes their blood radioactive. It’s one of Japan’s most recent developments in the war – in the last couple years or so, I think, though my memory’s been obstructed.

    “You’ll know it when you see one,” he informed, “they’ll look and act just like a normal person, but they’ll be one of the Japanese in an area they shouldn’t be.” And as I watch the boy being shoved off the truck and into camp, I know this is what my father spoke of. A sparse crowd gathers around the delivery, dozens of eyes watching in curiosity at the new prisoners, but my gaze is fixed on the one with black hair and elegantly slanted eyes. His hands are cuffed and sentries scream at him to hurry up, but unlike the others, he doesn’t flinch, or even look anywhere but ahead for that matter. I meet Joker’s gaze across the yard, and realize he too is aware of the nuclear bomb that just entered our vicinity.

    A guard shouts something that resembles ‘Get back to work!’, but it’s hard to decipher through the heavy Asian accent. The crowd quickly disperses anyway, and with a last glance, I trek back to the dig site where they’re excavating for more room in the camp. My stomach churns a little – just like always – as I think about how I’m helping them make more room for more prisoners. I’ve been living here since I was 12, six years ago; a year after the war begun; and every few weeks more hostages are transferred. Sometimes I wonder if there are any people even left in America, considering the countless number of labor camps.

    “You’re late.”

    “There was a new drop off,” I explain, skillfully winding my dark hair into two long braids that fall over my chest.

    Tobin’s scowl doesn’t lighten. “You’ve experienced hundreds of drop offs, why do you still insist on watching every one? We’re both going to get in trouble if they know I keep letting you arrive tardy.”

    My shoulders shrug and he sighs, tells me to get to work, and leaves to visit another group. I eye the bucket of shovels wearily. Most of the sturdy ones have been picked over and I’m left with the ones that have loose handles or cracked shafts. Pulling on some gloves, I grab one and scrabble over the piles of rock and dirt to my wall, finding Joker already waiting for me.

    3 AnswersBooks & Authors8 years ago
  • Would you keep reading (:?

    Father told me about the ‘nuclear humans’ once; people whose blood is pumped with radioactive material to be used as a secret weapon. Although he didn’t know the details, he explained that a chemical, resulted from experimenting with plutonium, is inserted into their veins with an antidote for the deadly assets that, at the same time, won’t disrupt the radioactive properties. It’s one of Japan’s most recent developments in the war – in the last couple years or so, although my mind is foggy about dates and time anymore.

    “You’ll know it when you see one,” he informed, “they’ll look and act just like a normal person, except they’ll stick out like a sunflower in a desert wasteland, because they’ll be one of their own kind.” And as I watch the boy being thrown off the truck and into camp, I know this is what my father spoke of. A sparse crowd gathers around the delivery, dozens of eyes watching in curiosity at the new prisoners, but my gaze is fixed on the one with dark hair and elegantly slanted eyes. His hands are cuffed and sentries scream at him to hurry up, but unlike the others, he doesn’t flinch, or even look anywhere but ahead for that matter.

    But as if he can feel my stare, his head turns slightly and meets it with no emotion. Out of impulse, I make a ticking motion with my hands and mock an explosion. His eyes turn to slits and he turns away. No one seems to have noticed our exchange, except perhaps Joker from across the courtyard, but I know he’s already aware of the nuke that entered our camp.

    3 AnswersBooks & Authors8 years ago
  • How can I keep my makeup from smearing under my eyes?

    I don't wear foundation, then I put on eyeshadow primer on my eyelid, with light eyeshadow, I put mascara on the top but not bottom, then I use dark eyeliner on top and on my waterline on the bottom.. and I see other girls seeming to do this with no problems, but no matter what I do, black always smudges under my eyes and Im constantly self conscious of walking around like a raccoon. What can I do?

    3 AnswersMakeup8 years ago
  • Does this scene affect you emotionally at all?

    I wanted to write a scene that really affects the reader, something he/she would actually react to? Disclaimer: part of it is romantic/passionate (nothing graphic) but if you don't wanna read that then go away. Thanks in advance!

    A faint groan escaped his mouth and then a long arm was wrapped around my back, his head rolling down toward mine. “Des”, he exhaled, his nose pressed against my cheek, his breath hitting my skin in warm waves.

    Tingles coursed through my veins and my stomach churned. “Kyo…” I struggled to swallow. He was so… close.

    Fingers wove into my hair as his lips brushed over my jaw. “Can I…?” But his lips found mine before the question was finished. They pressed against mine yearningly and his hands drew my body into him, trapping me against his firm chest. Warmth surged through my veins. My heart pounded on the walls of my chest, fingers grasping at the bottom of his shirt as my legs grew weak. His kiss was long and I could feel the hunger hiding behind his lips, but he didn’t force it onto me.

    I reluctantly broke to fight for breath, inhaling his scent. My chest rose against his. Could he feel the untamable pounding? I couldn’t see his face, but I could feel his soft hair grazing my cheeks, his deep breathing, and I battled to keep my feet planted. “K-…”

    Gentle lips pressed against my chin, his fingers remaining tangled in my locks before he released a labored breath. “****. I can’t help it anymore.” His lips edged higher, skimming my bottom one, and then both, and then our mouths locked again. I didn’t protest, letting my body go. His arms kept me in the embrace as he deepened the kiss into passion. Fire rushed through my body and my lips moved naturally, letting his guide them. The arm around my back moved lower and he hitched me up against his body slightly, molding our bodies together closer.

    Quietly he groaned again and backed off, breathing almost as shakily as me. Heat radiated off him, into my body. His legs shifted against mine. My eyes refocused, adjusting to the darkness, and I could make out his head resting back against the wall, dark hair falling over his face and neck. Slowly, his fingers combed through my hair and gently scratched behind my ear before dropping. Butterflies fluttered in my gut at the action, and I was glad the other arm kept me captive.

    “Forgive me” A ghost of a smile graced his lips, but he didn’t look at me. Was he… Ashamed? Or?

    I admired his dark, slanted eyes, down to his square jaw bone, slender neck, and collarbone, then his strong shoulders, toned arms to his long fingers. He really was a striking creation. Creation. An ache hit my chest. Is that what he was asking forgiveness for?

    “I forgive you,” I whispered.

    Kyo’s eyes drifted to me and my heart ached even more at the anguish in them. “Do you know what you’re forgiving me for?” He asked.

    My head shook and his fingers took my chin, drifting up to cup my face. The sad smile reflected on his lips again, but this time there was a glint to his eyes. “Aishite, Des.”

    I shook my head again, signaling that I didn’t comprehend, but he didn’t explain

    3 AnswersBooks & Authors8 years ago
  • How can I make my (short) hair wavy?

    My hair's really short (almost like a boys haircut), at least in the back, then toward the front I have some bangs and longer hair on the side. Sometimes I'll wake up an it'll be wavy/curly from how I slept and it looks really nice, and I have some pictures coming up that I'd like to make it curly for but I'm not sure how. I'v tried a curling iron but the rod is too thick for the little about of hair I have.. Do I just need to find a smaller curling iron? Or is there some technique I can do to make it wavy/curly? Thanks!

    1 AnswerHair8 years ago
  • Do you think this guy (long distance) likes me? Please read/help?

    Please don't say anything about guys you meet online being dangerous, etc. because I know him very well. I met him about 4 years ago on a game, we were never really good friends but in about April/May we suddenly started talking a lot more.

    We added each other on Facebook and started texting.. Now we text most almost all day, whenever we're both around. We say goodmorning and goodnight each day. Also we've talked on Skype some before, although not really alone, usually with some other friends.

    He teases me what feels like constantly and we kind of banter back and forth but he usually wins arguments. He told me he likes teasing me and it's good because the more he teases me the more he likes me (although he added 'Cause we're really good friends'), but I said that it probably made me his favorite person and he told me 'We can call it that if you want :P'.

    Flirting is sort of the complicated part, because I'm under 18 and he's over.. Sometimes he tells me I'm cute/the things I do are cute and we flirt together and it seems to go really well, then other times it just kind of feels like a stalemate. I flirt with him a lot pretty freely, although he doesn't always flirt as much back, he doesn't get worked up or avoid it or anything. We also tend to make a lot of sexual puns/referrences at each other, not to be serious about it or anything, just to make fun of each other when we have 'thats what he/she said' lines.

    Other things: We have nicknames for each other, althoguh he doesn't always use mine, he does when saying goodmorning and goodnight. And we only use them with each other, not when we're around other people in chats. He's convinced me to start playing video games with him, and pulled some strings so I could play with him without having to buy some of the games. Since we started becoming better friends, I've noticed him using '(:' faces a lot more, even thoguh he told me once he never really uses them. He'll be traveling a lot for work soon, for about two years, so I know he wouldn't get much of the chance to get a girlfriend that he coudl stay with, and we have talked about meeting each other. The biggest issue is that I'm jailbait for him and we're far away from each other.. he's really hard to read and I get a lot of mixed signals cause sometimes he seems to make it pretty clear that I'm too young. I can't help but think that he likes me, though.. what do you think? Thank you for reading!

    3 AnswersSingles & Dating8 years ago
  • What hair/eye color would you picture with these names?

    Cecily Deveroux (Currently have yellow-blonde hair with grey eyes.. really don't lihe this much at all)

    Eli Deveroux (Currently have black or very dark brown hair with dark hazel-brown eyes.. I'd really need a good idea for me to change this)

    Peter Deveroux (Currently have the same yellow-blondish as Cecily and dark hazel-brown eyes like Eli.. I don't like this much either)

    James Northcote (Currently I have nothing.. he's Cecily's love interest)

    5 AnswersBooks & Authors8 years ago
  • My crush is very hot and cold, do you think he likes me?

    Colds: I'm sort of jailbait for him, theres a big age difference, he teases me all the time (not sure if this is cold or hot), sometimes he's a bit of a jerk, we live far away but he's going to be traveling a lot the next few years so he won't really be able to start a serious relationship near him anyways, he sends a lot of mixed signals, I can't really tell if he treats other girls better, the same, or worse than me, he doesn't really read into any of the signals I send him that I like him, but I can't be too blunt

    Hots: We text back and forth mostly all day, we say goodmorning and goodnight when we wake up/go to bed, he calls me 'miss (my name)' but he does this to other girls too, teases me all the time, we have nicknames for each other, he seems to flirt with me a lot for me being 'too young', when he realized I had freckles he said 'oh, you do? freckles are cute' as well as things such as 'bangs are cute', 'I like your hair color', 'I like your glasses on you', etc. and he's also told me I'm cute but not in front of people because he doesn't want to seem pedo

    This is really all I can think of right now.. Do you think he likes me or not? I feel like sometimes he's really into me then sometimes he's really not and I'm not sure what to do, do I pursue it or no? Thank you in advance

    3 AnswersSingles & Dating8 years ago
  • I only fall for older guys..? My crush is too old and I don't know what to do.. Please help?

    I seem to have a horrible habit of falling for older guys.. I'm only 15, and I find myself attracted/chasing after guys that are in college or early 20s and I don't know why. So my current crush.. he's 22, which seems ridiculous, I suppose. I've really fallen for him, and although sometimes he's flirts and seems to be interested in me, other times he's made it pretty clear it won't happen cause I'm too young. He sends a ton of mixed signals, and I can't convince myself to get over him. What do I do? Please help.

    2 AnswersSingles & Dating8 years ago
  • Does he like me? Why does he seem so hot and cold?

    I don't know what to think because sometimes my crush pays a lot of attention to me and kinda teases me, makes me laugh, hes told me that he likes talking to me because I make him happy, etc. but then other times it's as if I'm the furthest thing from his mind and he hardly says a word. A lot of times he doesn't really pay attention when I'm around his friends, so I don't know if that affects it? I feel like he likes me cause we spend a lot of time together and we've been getting a lot closer and we text quite a bit, like telling each other goodmorning and such. Just theres an age difference and I don't know what he thinks of it and sometimes he just comes off as a jerk, and I don't know if he means to. What do you think? Please help!

    1 AnswerSingles & Dating8 years ago
  • Guys - why does he act like this? Does he like me?

    I don't know what to think because sometimes my crush pays a lot of attention to me and kinda teases me, makes me laugh, hes told me that he likes talking to me because I make him happy, etc. but then other times it's as if I'm the furthest thing from his mind and he hardly says a word. A lot of times he doesn't really pay attention when I'm around his friends, so I don't know if that affects it? I feel like he likes me cause we spend a lot of time together and we've been getting a lot closer and we text quite a bit, like telling each other goodmorning and such. Just theres an age difference and I don't know what he thinks of it and sometimes he just comes off as a jerk, and I don't know if he means to. What do you think? Please help!

    1 AnswerSingles & Dating8 years ago
  • How can I get a guy online to like me?

    Okay first- please don't give me crap about online relationships, being careful, etc. I've known this guy for about 4 years, we're friends on facebook an talk on skype a lot, so I know him pretty well. I really like him, and we kinda flirt back and forth.. but not much. There's a big age difference which is what I think is turning him away from me, but my maturity deffinitely makes up for it. I just want to know what I can do to make him like me even more? And nothing intimate or anything.. just by talking to him what can I do?

    1 AnswerSingles & Dating8 years ago
  • What do you think of this excerpt?

    A little background information: This story takes place in 18th century London. Emile Disraeli (17) became the head of his house when his father mysteriously disappeared, and he has suspicions of his father's plans. His butler is Cassian and Tobin is a street urchin they've hired to spy.

    “Girl was murdered on the west side two nights ago, but the Yard doesn’t wanna let the news out yet. She was a prostitute named Dru Heming, 20 years old.” Shadows flickered across his face, cast by the light of the lantern. “She was known for her emerald-green eyes. They’d been hollowed outta her head; not the prettiest sight.” The edges of his lips twitched up ruefully.

    Emile fixed his tie out of habit with fickle fingers, watching Tobin closely. “I assume you’re telling me this because it somehow relates to my father.”

    “But of course.”

    He scowled at the urchin’s nonchalant attitude. “How do you know?”

    Tobin picked at an unraveling strand on his shirt. “There was a note. The Yard didn’t make sense of it, I don’t think. It was addressed to a ‘Mr. Emile Disraeli’.”

    Emile stiffened. “Did you manage to steal it?”

    The boy lifted his cap from his head for a moment to remove a folded square of paper from under it, casting the Count a triumphant look. “What sorta spy would I be if I didn’t?” he asked haughtily.

    Cassian, who had been quiet up to now, leaned forward and calmly confiscated the note from Tobin’s fingers, ignoring his lord’s impatient grumble. “Thank you.” He nodded in appreciation to the urchin, who only grinned back and placed his payment on top of his head, concealing it with his cap. Emile watched impatiently as Cassian unfolded the paper and began to read:

    “Emile,

    No doubt you know who I am, just as I know of your investigations. I’ve finally gathered all the information I need and my plan has been set in action with my first harvest. You won’t be able to stop me. You’re just a Godforsaken child; no one will believe you except for your precious butler and that scrap of a kid, who should keep in good mind not to meddle. Suzette Disraeli will be brought back to life, and those who were born in sin, just as you were, will suffer.”

    2 AnswersBooks & Authors8 years ago
  • Totally embarrassed myself in front of my crush - what do I do?

    So... I was just talking to him normally, and long story short, I ended up saying something that sounded incredibly and unintentionally bad/perverted. He was like 'Wow that sounded so horrible' and started laughing but I was so embarrassed :/ and I apologized and he said it was okay and just funny and such but I just kinda left cause I was so embarrassed. I wanted to cry x.x what do I do now? He texted me saying 'Oh come on, it's okay'.. should I reply and play it off or go you know.. die in a hole? What do I do?

    3 AnswersSingles & Dating8 years ago
  • What do you think of this excerpt (: ?

    Please give me an critiques, also, can you tell me what you think of the dialogue? The urchin's dialogue used to be too formal, what do you think now?

    “You’re late.”

    Emile frowned and stared at the shadows, pulling his coat tighter to his body. “Not my fault. It wasn’t my idea to talk.” He glanced at Cassian, who either didn’t hear him or chose to disregard the remark.

    A slim figure materialized from the shadows, a few inches shorter than the Count and even smaller when compared to the butler. Dark eyes shined in the night from under a mop of tousled, blonde hair, half-hidden by a wool cap. “Not like I have somewhere else to be anyways, eh?”

    Emile eyed the boy’s wry smile uncertainly. “Always a pleasure, Tobin. Let’s sit in the carriage – it’s cold out here.”

    Tobin shrugged and hopped into the coach, followed closely by Emile and Cassian, who

    slid onto the bench across from the younger boy. He tilted his cap up a little, revealing a dirtied face, before crossing his arms and legs. The aristocrats reacted to his appearance with no more than a sideways glance at each other, being used to the unkempt image of the street urchin by now. He had large eyes and thin lips that were usually drawn into a cheeky grin, and despite being only three years younger than Emile, his voice still retained a feminine tone.

    The Count extracted a pouch of coins from his jacket and placed it next to Tobin’s legs, as though it were routine, and watched him expectantly from under a curtain of shadowy hair. The rogue cast the money an unreadable look and adjusted his sitting position before facing the two higher-class men again.

    “Girl was murdered on the west side two nights ago, but the Yard doesn’t wanna let the news out yet. She was a prostitute named Dru Heming, 20 years old.” Shadows flickered across his face, cast by the light of the lantern. “She was known for her emerald-green eyes. They’d been hollowed outta her head; not the prettiest sight.” The edges of his lips twitched up ruefully.

    3 AnswersBooks & Authors8 years ago
  • Please help - how do I get over a crush?

    There's this guy I really like, and I thought he was into me too and I got my hopes up really high that it would go somewhere, but the other night he was drunk and a friend mentioned (as a joke) that I wanted to be his girlfriend and he pretty much said there was no chance. Now I just feel kind of crushed and I'm not sure what to do, because I should just get over him, right? Please help.

    4 AnswersSingles & Dating8 years ago
  • How do you get over a crush :/?

    There's this guy I really like, and I thought he was into me too and I got my hopes up really high that it would go somewhere, but the other night he was drunk and a friend mentioned (as a joke) that I wanted to be his girlfriend and he pretty much said there was no chance. Now I just feel kind of crushed and I'm not sure what to do, because I should just get over him, right? Please help.

    1 AnswerSingles & Dating8 years ago
  • what do you think of this excerpt?

    “You’re late.”

    Emile frowned and stared at the shadows, pulling his coat tighter to his body. “Not my fault. It wasn’t my idea to talk.” He threw a glance at Cassian, who either didn’t hear him or chose to disregard the remark.

    A slim figure materialized from the shadows, a few inches shorter than the Count and even smaller when compared to the butler. Dark eyes shined in the night from under a mop of tousled, blonde hair, half-hidden by a wool cap. “Well, it’s not as if I have somewhere else to be anyways, right?”

    Emile eyed the boy’s wry smile uncertainly. “Always a pleasure, Tobin. Let’s sit in the carriage – it’s cold out here.”

    Tobin shrugged and hopped into the coach, followed closely by Emile and Cassian, who slid onto the benches across from the younger boy. He tilted his cap up a little, revealing a dirtied face, before crossing his arms and legs. The aristocrats reacted to his appearance with no more than a sideways glance at each other, being used to the unkempt image of the street urchin by now. He had large eyes and thin lips that were usually drawn into a cheeky grin, and despite being only three years younger than Emile, his voice still retained a feminine tone.

    The Count extracted a pouch of coins from his jacket and placed it next to Tobin’s legs, as though it were routine, and watched him expectantly from under a curtain of shadowy hair. The rogue cast the money an unreadable look and adjusted his sitting position before facing the two higher-class men again.

    “There was a murder on the west side two nights ago, but the Yard won’t release the news yet. Her name was Dru Heming, twenty years old, and had a fancy for selling herself to men for one night.” Shadows flickered across his face, cast by the light of the lantern. “She was well known with her clients for her emerald-green eyes. They had been gouged from her skull by a precise hand; not the most appealing sight.” The edges of his lips twitched up ruefully

    4 AnswersBooks & Authors8 years ago
  • What do you think of this excerpt?

    “You’re late.”

    Emile frowned and stared at the shadows, pulling his coat tighter to his body. “Not my fault. It wasn’t my idea to talk.” He threw a glance at Cassian, who either didn’t hear him or chose to disregard the remark.

    A slim figure materialized from the shadows, a few inches shorter than the Count and even smaller when compared to the butler. Dark eyes shined in the night from under a mop of tousled, blonde hair, half-hidden by a wool cap. “Well, it’s not as if I have somewhere else to be anyways, right?”

    Emile eyed the boy’s wry smile uncertainly. “Always a pleasure, Tobin. Let’s sit in the carriage – it’s cold out here.”

    Tobin shrugged and hopped into the coach, followed closely by Emile and Cassian, who slid onto the benches across from the younger boy. He tilted his cap up a little, revealing a dirtied face, before crossing his arms and legs. The aristocrats reacted to his appearance with no more than a sideways glance at each other, being used to the unkempt image of the street urchin by now. He had large eyes and thin lips that were usually drawn into a cheeky grin, and despite being only three years younger than Emile, his voice still retained a feminine tone.

    The Count extracted a pouch of coins from his jacket and placed it next to Tobin’s legs, as though it were routine, and watched him expectantly from under a curtain of shadowy hair. The rogue cast the money an unreadable look and adjusted his sitting position before facing the two higher-class men again.

    “There was a murder on the west side two nights ago, but the Yard won’t release the news yet. Her name was Dru Heming, twenty years old, and had a fancy for selling herself to men for one night.” Shadows flickered across his face, cast by the light of the lantern. “She was well known with her clients for her emerald-green eyes. They had been gouged from her skull by a precise hand; not the most appealing sight.” The edges of his lips twitched up ruefully.

    1 AnswerBooks & Authors8 years ago