Here we have what my hair currently looks like with After Midnight Blue from Manic Panic.  I tried to bleach out the orange (below) and it wound up an odd yellow color, yet the blue still took beautifully.  Gotta love Tish and Snooky.



So this one's a little more difficult.  I wanted to dye my hair Napalm Orange by SPFX, but every time I would try to buy it, the transaction wouldn't go through, and I couldn't get it anywhere around here.  So I wound up going into Hot Topic thinking they still sold SPFX...apparently I was wrong.  What they do sell is their own brand of hair dye, and this is it.  It's not bad at all.  The color was great.  Very solid and the fade process was gradual.  So I recommend it.

(Please ignore the me part in both of these photos.)

Tags: hair dying orange blue after midnight bl
Current Location: home
Current Mood: busy
Current Music: Going Missing - Maximo Park

Manic Panic Ultra-Violet.  It looked VERRRRY blue under fluorescent lighting...I also compared myself to Grimace.

This was really nothing more than me trying to use up the last little bits in the dye containers. I look like a parrot.


One of my favorite things EVER.  I had originally done it just pink in the front and blue in the back.  When the pink and blue started fading I added Wildflower from SFX and some Bad Boy Blue by Manic Panic.  The pink wound up being this beautiful mango-y, peachy, color and everything blended really well.



Now, there is no love lost between Beyond the Zone and myself.  However, their turquoise color is WONDERFUL.  Example above.


It's really hard to tell here, but this is Manic Panic's Bad Boy Blue over your regular store bought black.  It isn't very obvious here, but it was quite lovely in the sun.

These are my favorite dye jobs of the last three years or so.  I've been dying my hair for...oh god...going on 8 years now so there are TONS of pictures and I know all of you lovely people have lives to get to, so I won't waste your time.
: )

Tags: hair dying
Current Location: Bedroom
Current Mood: bouncy
Current Music: Mr. E's Beautiful Blues - Eels

My tribute to the Greasy Git, The Bat of the Dungeons.  First of several HP tattoos.  (This is the cauldron of Felix Felicis, from the chapter "The Half-Blood Prince.)  It's on my inner arm.

Tags: harry potter tattoo felix felicis severu
Current Location: Home!
Current Mood: ecstatic
Current Music: Netural Milk Hotel - Holland, 1945

My opinions on the Heroes Season Finale (if you wanna call it that.)

Liked:
Silly, but still funny, comic relief of the whole Nathan/Matt, he-man, "of this we do not speak," flying scene, followed by "Flying Man!"
Hiro's fucking AAAA-MAZING solution to the Adam problem.  I actually dug Adam's character, but he uh...he deserved that.  (side note: He can dig himself out, you know.)
Sylar:  KABLAM-BOOM-GUNSHOT TO THE CHEST "Look what you made me do"  Soooo evil...soooo sexy.
The Spinach can.  Hahaha wtf?  Why spinach?
HRG popping in to the Bennet household and Claire dropping the box.  It was sweet...aww, warm fuzzies.
Claire dumping West.  He kind of redeemed himself in my mind when he swooped out of the sky to help Noah out, but he's still creepy, weirdo, stalker guy.
Elle still being bat shit crazy.  I like her, for some reason.
Mo: "Sylar!  What do you want?" Sylar: "...Breakfast?"   Hahahahahahaha!!! Incredible.  What's with that guy and breakfast?  I was PRAYING he'd whip out the "Have a nice day" mug on Maya.

Disliked:
Nathan getting shot.  Fuck that.  Don't get me started.  If Kring actually kills him off, and isn't just using him being shot as a way to get views, I swear, I'll hunt him down.  STOP DESTROYING MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS.  Ass.
Peter choking Hiro.  Simmer down Peter, you're all jacked up on Mountain Dew.  Jeesh.  I kind of dig that he was a baddie for a second (ala Five Years Gone,) but really.  Poor innocent Hiro?  No.
HRG popping into the Bennet household.  And yes, I know this under things I like.  Lemme 'splain.  No.  No time.  Lemme sum up: It was great and sweet that he showed back up and they're all "oh! he's alive!" and Claire's all "OH! My dad sacrifices a lot for me!  He must love me!" but did anyone else think he was acting a little funky?  There was no...I don't know, running, hugging, and screaming for joy.

Things I was iffy about:
Maya coming back to life.  I just don't see where her character is going in the series.  It was a nifty little side story, and a decent way to get Sylar back to America, but what's her purpose?  Unless someone's going to lock her and Sy in a room and have her do the runny eyeliner thing (please don't!) I just don't see the point in her being in the series.  Not to mention, the chicks on this show have a tendency to be bad ASS, but she's just really easily manipulated.  Lame.

Things I hate:
This writer strike.
Just, I don't know, give them what they want or bribe people to cross the picket line.  Do something.
Please and thank you.

Tags: heroes finale
Current Location: My beddddd
Current Mood: sick
Current Music: Keep the Car Running - Arcade Fire

    Title: 99%
    Author: trust_me_iknow
    Characters: Claire, Peter, Nathan
    Rating: General
    Spoilers: Season one and you're set
    Disclaimer: Not mine! Don't sue!  Totally just borrowing them for it bit.
    A/N: No beta (and for those of you who've offered, thank you, I just won't use your skills on petty drabbles) so all mistakes are mine.
   





    She’s twisting this way and that, scowling at the way the dress falls on her, knowing her Grandmother will have something to say.  It’s too tight, too revealing.  It doesn’t matter anyway, he won’t be seeing her in it.  
    She sighs, punching the mirror as she turns to leave, not even glancing down as her hand re-knits itself.


    The funeral was long, too many people.  She knows for a fact that he didn’t know 99% of them.  Some sort of Campaigning thing, even though he’s already won.  Bigger and better, they say.  
    Cameras and news crews and Nathan putting on that winning smile, but when he ducks out of view, he’s well and truly broken, no swimming sharks today.

    The casket is empty, because really, he blew up into tiny little pieces and America (Canada too, probably) is a big place to search for itty-bitty-Peter-pieces.

    Later that night, after all the New York socialites have left, she sits on the roof of the Petrelli mansion and wonders where his heart landed.  Maybe in Texas.  She likes the idea of that, a piece of that oh-so-big heart in Texas, where he found her.

    Then the window is opening and Nathan is crawling out, sitting next to her, crying in that soft way that means he‘s cried too much already.  Just like her.  She reaches out and grabs his hand and they sit there for awhile, just looking up, up, and away.

    Second star to the right…

    “I dropped him.”

    She jerks her head to the right, breath catching just a bit.  He’s looking at her, with eyes just like his brother.  They stare at each other for a long time before he starts to nod in a knowing way, looking back at the inky sky.

    “I dropped him,” he repeats.

    And for the first time since Kirby Plaza, she has hope.

Tags: claire, nathan, paire, peter
Current Location: Room
Current Mood: tired
Current Music: The Wings - Gustavo Santaolalla

Title: A Smile That Explodes
Characters: Peter/Claire
Rating: General
Spoilers/Warnings: If you've seen the first season, you're straight.
Disclaimer: Not mine.  All characters etc., belong to Tim Kring and NBC

Author's notes:  Title is from a song by Joseph Arthur called, you guessed it, A Smile That Explodes.  I listened to it while I cranked this out.  It's rather fitting.  




    A sonic boom  Loud enough to shake the very foundation where her feet stood, planted firm as she watched him burn like the fourth of July.  So bright, it looked like daylight, for a second there .  Nothing new.  He was always sunshine and light for her, anyway.
    And then walking away, safe in the arms of her Dad (her otherDad, of course, having been burned to a crisp in the sky with his brother.)  She kept walking.  Walking into a new life.  Walking from her new house to her new school, with her new boyfriend -brown hair, brown eyes.-
    She even walks in her dreams.  This time, though, she doesn’t walk away.  She walks towards them, slipping into their hug and being held and flying off into the sky to burn, burn, burn.  But at least they aren’t alone.  

    She wakes up gasping, the sun barely breaking over the horizon.


    Then he’s back, alive, on her doorstep.  His hair is sheared but it grows in time.  Grows back and falls into his brown eyes.  And he flashes her that crooked grin and she still burns, burns, burns.

Current Location: Meh Bed!
Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: A Smile That Explodes - Joseph Arthur

Title: Two Minutes
Rating: Meh...R to be on the safe side.  A little cursing, yeah?
Author: Trust_me_iknow
Spoilers: hmm...not sure...if you've seen the first season, you should be set.
Pairing: Sylar/OC, in a manner of speaking.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.  It's all Tim Kring and NBC
Summary: Random surprise drabble.  My first finished Heroes work, and also me de-lurking myself.
con-crit welcomed and encouraged, but please, be gentle...it's my first time.








    She was raging at him, which was extremely rare.  She was hardly the most violent person.  In fact, to be completely honest, she was probably the most easy going person he knew.  Which wasn’t saying much.  Gabriel “Sylar,” a little voice in the back of his head whispered, never really got out much in the first place.

    “You are such a moron!  Murder?!  Jesus CHRIST Gabriel!” 
    Shrieking now.
    This was getting to be too much.

    He tested the restraints again, but, like last time, to no avail.  Damn curare.  Her pacing was making him dizzy and all he wanted to do was pinch the bridge of his nose.  Instead he sighed and looked up at her, clearing his throat.

    “Oh.  You have something to say now?”  Her voice was frustrated, but strangely, not angry.  Yet.
    “Your watch is two minutes too slow.”

    Her eyes widened and he knew he’d pushed her to the edge.  He almost wanted to laugh, but then she was off again, barely coherent in her babbling.  He sighed again, wishing there were a clock in…wherever she was keeping him. 

    “…you could have done ANYTHING!  You could have been a doctor with what you can do!  What in FUCKS name compelled you to do this?  Are you fucking RETARDED?!  You were fine just the way you were!”

    He caught the end of her fifth…’or was it sixth?’ outburst.  Maybe that’s why he had never gone after her.  He knew what she could do.  It was one of the most fantastic powers he’d ever encountered. 

    Matter manipulation.

    ANY kind of matter.
    The things he could do with it if he just…no.

    No, because despite the fact that she had tied him up, shot him up with that damn drug, and was OBVIOUSLY working with Peter Petrelli and his band of merry, tight-wearing, super-fucks, she had always believed in him.  Had always accepted him.  So he looked up at her, as she stood there, hands on hips, and repeated: “Your watch is two minutes too slow.”

    She rolled her eyes, obviously giving up for the day, and turned on heel, slamming the door on the way out…but not before she heard his burst of laughter.


                        ****


    The next day her watch was on perfect time.

Current Mood: bored
Current Music: One Great City! - The Weakerthans