(Zimbits, slight AU, 2.8K, under a cut because it got long.)
They asked him every year. Sometimes, even more than once a year if he wanted to be on Samwell’s promotional material.
Jack said no every time because he really didn’t have any interest in having his face plastered on billboards and on every brochure and course calendar they handed out to students, both prospective and current. He’d had enough secondhand publicity from his parents’ careers and he wasn’t going to go seeking it out while he was at Samwell.
The only allowance he made was when he was photographed with the rest of the hockey team because he understood that hockey was a big selling point when it came to convincing people to attend their school. One of the team photos was enlarged and put up in the sports complex, right between the women’s volleyball team and Samwell’s dance team. It had already gotten vandalized this year by some drunk LAX bros and had to be replaced (which the university was not happy about and last Jack heard, the bros responsible were on suspension from the team).
The university couldn’t get Jack, but they got Ransom and Holster to agree to photos other than the team one. There were some of them pretending to study in the library, or looking happy and not-stressed as they socialized. These ended up on the cover of last year’s Campus Life magazine and both Holster and Ransom both joked that they were wasting their time at school when they should be modelling instead. It still didn’t stop the recruitment team from continually asking Jack who refused to change his mind.
Little did he know it was about to be changed for him.
Supermassive black holes are found at the centre of almost every galaxy, including our own. But have you ever wondered what would happen if you fell into one? The answer is WAY weirder than you think… bbc.in/1XZZazM
Summary: Dean Winchester is in love with his best friend, a man he has never met, who goes by the handle AngelofThursday. Problem is, Thursday values his privacy and refuses to meet. Dean buries himself in his work at his bakery Slice of Pi and in computer games, desperately trying to move on from a man he can never have.
James Novak has problems of his own. Trying to cling onto what sense of security he can, he drifts around the city from café to coffee-shop to bar, using their wi-fi to keep his online footprint anonymous. He falls in lust with The Beautiful Man at his favourite coffee-shop, Study/Break, and turns to his best friend The_Michaelsword for advice.
Altertale is an Undertale AU, a universe where Sans has switched roles with Toriel, Papyrus with Asgore, and Gaster with Asriel. There are no other swapped characters in this AU, meaning only Sans, Papyrus, Toriel, Asgore, Asriel, and Gaster have been altered in this AU. Everything else remains mostly unchanged.
So I’ve been trying to come up with some October Batfamily headcanons, and what if Bruce took his family apple picking? Like he would just cram Dick, Jason, Cass, Tim, and Damian into this huge Dad Van™ and drive them all the way to Kansas to pick some apples. More specifically, the Kent family farm, where he gets a discount even though he’s a billionaire but everyone loves a good bargain. Anyways, just imagine poor Bruce being so done trying to force his kids to be normal functioning human beings for once. He is just walking around, whistling and picking apples, all the while doing his best to ignore what his hyperactive kids are doing behind him.
Like Dick is swinging around on all of the tree branches, doing these intricate flips and twirls, occasionally falling ten feet and crying for Bruce to save him. And then there’s Damian who found a worm on an apple and it touched his hand so he’s running around screaming and waving his contaminated hand in the air like a crazy person. Jason was jogging behind Dami, screaming at him to stop drop and roll, but then accidentally crashing into a horse that kicked him in the face so now he’s unconscious. Tim had found Kon and was sitting perched on his shoulders as he flew him around, throwing sticks at Cass as she ran around chucking pebbles at him like bullets. Just. Poor Broose. Somebody save him from his children’s antics. He seriously regrets ever thinking that getting even one sidekick was a good idea.
It’s even worse when they get home. First of all, they picked and purchased 400 apples. Why? Because they’re insane, that’s why. And second, Dick insisted that they all help out Alfred in the kitchen and bake every last apple into as many pies as they could make. Once again, insanity since not even they could eat all of those pies.
So there they are in the kitchen, poor Alfred having given up long ago before they’d even finished peeling more than a few apples. He was very smart to leave, as five siblings baking in the kitchen all at once was not a good idea. It’s remarkable how this family functions so well as superheroes, but so horribly at being a normal family that doesn’t create chaos wherever they go.
All around the room the fleet of teenage vigilantes is creating a giant mess of chaos. They got through about five pies, but then Tim sliced his finger with an apple peeler and started freaking out. He got a drop of blood on Damian’s arm, so the kid punched him in the face. Dick scolded him for punching his brother, but then Jason threw a sack of flour at him in frustration when Dick knocked his perfectly made dough on the floor. Dick then tackled him for getting flour in his eyes and, but as he knocked Jay to the ground they accidentally took Cass out with them, getting a whole bowl full of sticky ingredients in her hair. So Cass was chasing around Dick with a frying pan, Dick was trying to get Jason with a knife, Damian was riding Titus around like a war horse, and Tim was just curled in a ball on the floor sobbing over his boo boo.
Around midnight Bruce waltzes into the kitchen for some tea only to discover the biggest mess to ever be in Alfred’s spotless kitchen in Wayne history. They were all tangled in a pile on the floor, officially tuckered out after trying to murder each other for a couple hours. There were six pies on fire in the oven, several blobs of dough stuck to the ceiling, and pretty much the entire contents of the kitchen all over the floor, the counter, and his kids. Bruce doesn’t really even react at this point. He kind of just gives a long exhausted sigh, steps over the sleeping Batkids, and proceeds to make himself some tea, simply walking out when he was done. He’s just so tired and not even Superman could handle these kids at the moment. He does wish he hadn’t taken them apple picking, though. Yet another thing they are no longer allowed to do on family outings anymore.
Jest artystą wizualnym, którego specjalnością są animacje GIF. Obecnie przebywa w Ameryce Południowej.
Od jak dawna robisz GIF-y?
Zacząłem mój Tumblr blisko dwa lata temu w kwietniu 2014 roku. Moje pierwsze animacje miały miejsce nieco później.
Czy wszystko wokół nas może być źródłem inspiracji i zaskakujących efektów?
Prowadzę ciągłe badania przedmiotów z życia
codziennego jako źródła inspiracji do mojej pracy. Interesuje mnie pomysł kojarzenia
ich z powtarzaniem, ponawianiem, recydywą, rutyną, cyklem, loop. Format pliku, jakim jest GIF, jest środowiskiem zarówno adekwatnym jak i ograniczonym, co zmusza mnie do przezwyciężania tych ograniczeń (głównie w
wymiarze pliku i ilości dostępnych kolorów). Ale jeszcze bardziej atrakcyjny wydaje mi się związek między osobami i tym, co robię.
Jakich narzędzi używasz do robienia GIF-ów?
używam ogólnie w mojej pracy to oprogramowanie Adobe AfterEffects do tworzenia animacji
i Photoshop do eksportowania końcowej animacji GIF.
Czy tworzysz też sztukę inną niż cyfrowa?
Na początku tego roku brałem udział w produkcji muzycznego klipu wideo (wideoprojekcja spektaklu tanecznego na żywo) z Mafaldą Millies i zawsze jestem otwarty na współpracę z artystami innych mediów.
Jakie blogi na Tumblrze poleciłbyś innym?
Blog, który chciałbym polecić w szczególny sposób, to praca mojej drogiej i utalentowanej koleżanki artystki @omg-patrycja-patrycja.