also i really love that font

Art School Stereotypes I’ve observed*

Animation

  • N e r d s
  • Unhealthily obsessed with video games, anime, Disney, or some sick combination of the three
  • One of the most sleep-deprived majors, but also surprisingly chipper (there are exceptions)
  • Instantly recognizable by their triforce t-shirts or Pokemon Go snapbacks
  • In spite of everything, they have the highest population of straight-edge asexuals
  • If you weren’t straight edge and celibate before, then prepare to be, because you’re about to disown all bodily urges and dedicate your life to drawing cartoon animals

Illustration

  • Like Animation majors, but cooler and much better taste in fashion. A little less tech-savvy, though
  • Comic book nerds

Painting & Drawing

  • A friend of mine once said, “People who love animation go into animation. Then they realize it’s a ton of work and switch to illustration. Then they realize THAT’S a ton of work and switch into Painting & Drawing.”
  • Highest percentage of colorful hair and weird tattoos/piercings
  • grunge
  • Listen to music you’ve never heard of
  • Smoke a LOT, asthmatics beware

Ceramics

  • Kinda stereotypical stoners or high level artsy kids, but not that pretentious 
  • Somehow even more conceptual and indie than P&D
  • Behind the ceramics building, there’s a sculpture garden of all the sculptures of students past. Every night, the campus closes at 4AM. They say it’s for security, but I say it’s because the sculptures all come to life at that point. I mean, think about it. The whole “spooky midnight hour” is so cliche, I don’t know anyone who DOESN’T stay up till midnight at least once a week. But 4AM? That’s the true witching hour. The hour that belongs only to the living sculptures (and architecture majors I guess)

Glass

  • Frankly, the least hygienic major
  • All the males and most of the females have a rank odor after being sweatily hunched over the steaming hot forges for too long
  • Might be stoners, but the chill, easy-to-hang-out-with stoners
  • Probably the most like a real family. I always walk by the Glass Studio at night and feel the breeze of warm air from their fire, catch a riff of tasteful classic rock, and hear the echoes of genuine laughter from within. It must be nice to have a home.

Jewelry

  • I dunno, I’ve never met one. They put on some sick gallery shows, though.

Graphic Design

  • In spite of Graphic Design as an art not being super emotional or indie compared to, say, Painting, the GD majors are probably some of the most tortured souls I’ve met
  • I used to be best friends/date a GD major and watched before my eyes as she was crushed by the world around her from Freshman to Junior year. Honestly I’m not sure if she still goes here. We don’t talk anymore, it’s too painful. I miss her, or rather, I miss the person she used to be. The person she used to be before Graphic Design.
  • I’m now roommates with a poor little GD Freshman, and I worry about her every day. Not as a lover like with the last one, but as a parent. What will happen to her? How long will she last? Cheyenne, if you’re reading this, run away while you still can.
  • Gets excited about fonts and kerning.
  • I don’t really know what kerning is.

Photography

  • Outdoorsy and nature loving hippies
  • The chillest major, I envy them
  • Photography IS hard work, don’t get me wrong, but come ON! You travel to a beautiful mountain spring, snap a few pictures, and call it a day
  • Never need to pull all-nighters
  • Seriously, I deeply respect Photography as an art and all BUT

Film

  • Some of them are also outdoorsy and nature loving hippies, the rest are hipSTERS
  • “I don’t watch ‘movies.’ I watch Films.
  • Apparently they have something of a drug problem, i.e., half the class comes in stoned
  • My friend Chris said one of the film teachers plays Porno he made in class, I’m not sure if he was messing with me or not

Architecture

  • Oh boy, Architecture
  • The coldest hearts of any major
  • The only nice Architecture majors are the first years. After that last final, something inside of them breaks. At that point they either crawl to a different major in submission, or become as sharp, straight, and lifeless as the buildings which they spend so much time designing
  • They literally do not sleep
  • Seriously, I was pulling an all-nighter last week (since the Architecture place is the only place open 24/7) and I swear to god there was an entire CLASSFULL of the Architects up and jamming from 10pm to 7am. I tried to sleep, but the Architecture majors just wouldn’t quit. Also, it was so cold there. So cold. Cold from the hearts of fifth-year Architects. I’m bringing my winter backpacking sleeping bag next time.

Industrial Design

  • Mostly foreign exchange students, especially Chinese, Indian, and Korean
  • I don’t speak Chinese, Indian, OR Korean so I can’t say much else
  • Vaguely like Architecture majors, only they appear to have a normal spectrum of human emotions 

Interactive Design

  • What is Interactive Design? Honestly I don’t really know. Like making Apps or some shmuck.
  • Tech
  • Graphic Designers who love themselves

Fashion

  • Mostly female
  • Obviously they’re very very VERY nicely dressed
  • Calm, confident, but also have fun sides

Textiles

  • Most of the textiles students I’ve met are just stop-motion loving Animators
  • I think the ones that aren’t are probably like grandmas that love knitting or something

Furniture

  • Honestly I didn’t know this was a major until like last semester
  • The only furniture major I’ve met was this Norwegian dude who looked like a greek god 
  • We were once assigned to do a group project together but then he blew me off to go surfing so I had to do it myself. Seriously? Surfing???? Like I’d be mad but that’s a cool reason to blow someone off. Hell, I’d blow people off surfing if I had the easy life of a non-animation-major

Writing

  • “We have a writing program?”
  • They’re cool though
  • Get really excited about books. I’ve read only about three or four books so I kind of just smile and nod while they talk
  • Seem genuinely interested in other people’s stories

Community Art

  • I’m not entirely sure what this is
  • Passionate about social justice and teamwork

Disclaimer: No offense to any of them (except architecture majors)

*At California College of the Arts from my relativley limited perspective as an animation major who frankly has only had minimal interactions with the others

loverboy-lester  asked:

How are you able to do so many different voices so well? Voice acting is something I think I'd want to pursue, so do you have any tips for doing voices? What is it about a character (for example, Mae) that helps you to choose their voice?

Well the thing is voice acting isn’t really about doing lots of voices, it’s about making a character believable and being able to act out a characters lines like they would if they really existed. 

Most voices I choose for characters is based around how they look or if they have a sound clip that sort of hints at their sound. Like in undertale, most characters had sound bytes for their font that dictated it where as NITW was all about how they looked and what animal they were. Gregg being a Fox meant he had a more shrill barky sound, bea being an alligator meant everything was sort of a growl (and also she looked like a stereotypical goth kid)

There’s lots to it and I’m by no means great at it but I just love the process so much and really love learning more about it. 

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🌈// HAPPY.PRIDE //🌈

A Bedtime Story

hello, loves! i’ve had this idea in my head for a little while now, and i’ve finally been able to put the words to the page! i’m really happy with how this turned out, so i hope you enjoy! please let me know what you think!

huge thank you to the lovely @takemeawaytocamelot for being the best motivator and cheerleader ever, as well as my other tss ladies who are always the most supportive bunch. 🤗

IMPORTANT: THIS IS STRICTLY A ONE-SHOT. NO MORE PARTS WILL BE WRITTEN.

-the eldest bairn, kait xxx


“Did you really think that I would swallow this… fairytale? Do you think I’m still five years old?”

It’s not a fairytale, Bree.


The door shut behind her with a sharp bang! that echoed throughout the house, reverberating off of the walls and causing the vanity to shake. Unperturbed with the state of the mirror or the trinkets that surrounded it, she stomped over to the bed and unceremoniously plopped down on it, grasping the hairbrush and angrily running it through her hair.

All of her life, she thought that she was someone else–countless times she had helped her father, spending hours upon hours looking through their genealogy chart in an attempt to trace their ancestry throughout Europe. He had played along, telling her about his grandparents and great-grandparents, all the way to the eldest ancestor that they knew of: a Captain of Dragoons, stationed in Scotland with a pristine record and high regards from the Crown for his service. Frank had always talked so highly of him, but whenever his name was mentioned, her mother would leave the room.

She realized that her mother never truly told her much about her own heritage, just about Uncle Lamb and her parents, but besides that…

I suppose she wanted to keep that under wraps, too, she thought, brushing the other side of her head.

A moment passed before she fully paused, looking down at the curling waves of her auburn hair. Her father didn’t have red hair–granted, neither did her mother. She remembered asking him once where her red hair came from, and he had just replied, “One of your relatives.”

One of my relatives. My father…?

She set the brush down on the bed, running her fingers through the soft strands. As much as she didn’t know right now, one thing was certain: Frank Randall was not her biological father, this Jamie Fraser–whoever he might be–is. However, that was the only straw she could grasp from the bunch that her mother gave her; she had lost Brianna as soon as she said Culloden.

How could one believe such a tale? Her father apparently did–the other one.

Jamie Fraser.

So many emotions were coursing through her veins, but the one of highest supply was frustration and anger. She felt betrayed by her mother, of whom she felt had lied to her all of her life, making her believe that Frank Randall was her biological father. And after a moment, anger seemed to triumph over all other emotions, and she flung herself off of the bed, pulling a bag off of the floor and stuffing as much into it as humanly possible. She needed to get out of there. Now.

After realizing that not everything was going to fit if she kept shoving everything into the small opening of the rucksack, she instead started emptying the contents onto the floor. She shook the bag harshly, taking her anger out on the innocent fabric pack, before she heard something plop unceremoniously onto the floor. At first, she didn’t recognize it, but after a moment’s pause, her racing pulse leveled.

It was a small, leather-bound notebook, no more than 5 inches in width, 6 in height. The book was about 100 pages thick, covered in both her mother’s and her own scrawled hand across the pages, alternating between different colors of ink.

A fairy-tale told to her by her mother in her youth.


A five-year-old Brianna Randall sits upright in bed, excitedly gripping the edges of her quilt as she waits for her mother to return home. At this point, they had their schedule down to a science: Claire would walk in the door, go straight to the eagerly-awaiting Brianna, and she would recount to her daughter the adventures told the night before.

Tonight, however, was different. Daddy had come home from the University with a beautiful leather-bound, handheld notebook. “Fill it with whatever your heart desires, little beauty,” he had said, and she took it to heart. She would fill it up, cover to cover, with her favorite story of all time.

Her heart began to race in excitement as she heard her mother’s voice coming from downstairs, the beats getting more frantic as she heard the footsteps getting closer and closer. When the door finally opened and the bright blue scrubs came into view, she jumped up and down in her bed.

“Mama, guess what I got from Daddy today!” She squealed, thrusting the notebook at her mother in excitement.

“Oh, Bree, how lovely!” She examined the book delicately before handing it back to her daughter. “What will you write in it?”

Bree giggled, “Silly Mama, our story!”

Instead of replying right away, she swallowed hard, turning herself away from her daughter and towards the window. Confused, Brianna ignored this strange behavior and went to her desk, pulling out a pen and holding it out to her mother. “Write, Mama?”

She cleared her throat once before turning back around, a smile forming on her lips. “Of course, love. Now, where did we leave off?”

“No, we have to start over!”

Smiling, Claire took the pen from her daughter’s tiny hand and balanced the book on her knee, starting to write. While she wrote, she had Bree read the words out loud to her.

Once upon a time, in a far away land, there lived a King and his fair Queen. The pair loved each other very much, and to prove that their love was eternal, the King took his wife away from the business of castle life to a remote village in the mountains. 

While there, they visited their subjects and attended to their duties, as Kings and Queens do, but one day, the Queen was separated from her King and fell through a portal to another world. Frightened and alone, the Queen ran for miles and miles to find her King, but couldn’t find her way back. Getting lost in the ever-thickening wood as she ran, she encountered the most fearsome dragon in all of the Worlds. Fortunately, however, she was rescued by a knight in shining silver armor and taken away to safety.

On the way to the castle, the Queen’s escort introduced himself as Sir James the Red, Knight of Lallybroch. The Queen introduced herself only as Christine, in fear that someone would recognize her.

For many months the Queen took refuge in the new castle, Leoch, becoming a guest of it’s King and making many friends among the subjects. One day, after a great Gathering was held, the Grand Duke requested she be present on a hunt, to which she agreed. While on the hunt, she became very close to Sir James, who promised to protect her from anything and everything she could encounter on the journey.

And as Sir James predicted, Christine came face-to-face with the monstrous dragon once more. With his fiery breath, he burned her repeatedly. But ever so true to his word, her Knight came to save her and, in order to protect her, offered his hand to her, which she accepted. The two of them became extremely close while continuing the hunt. She missed her King dearly, but was starting to accept her life with her red Knight in shining armor. 

Eventually, the Knight found out about her travels through time, and offered to take her back home. They traveled on horseback for days while the Queen figured out what her heart truly wanted. Her duty was to her King, but how could she leave her Knight, a man that she had grown to love more than life itself?

It all came down to a single choice. Sir James took her to the portal, where she had to make her final decision. Who did she want to be: Christine the Queen, or Christine, the Knight’s wife?

In the end, she chose Sir James. The pair went back to his home, to begin their happily ever after. That is, until the creature returned, this time to take him for retribution, and it was up to Lady Christine to be her Knight’s savior.

With the help of Sir James’ fellow knights, and a few cows, Lady Christine was able to save her knight in shining–

“Mama,” Bree, now an inquisitive eight-year-old, interrupted, looking at her mother in confusion. “What did the cows do?”

Claire laughed, caught off-guard by her question. “Well, Sir Marcus decided that it would be the easiest way to get Sir James out of the dragon’s keep, without drawing too much attention.”

Bree’s eyebrows creased together and her lips pursed outward. “But… wouldn’t a large group of cows draw attention to them, anyway?”

“Do you want me to continue or not?”

She nodded eagerly, leaning away from the headboard. 

Lady Christine was able to save her knight in shining armor, and together they traveled away to a distant land full of delectable foods, beautiful dresses, large parties, and lots of intrigue. But Sir James’ experiences with the monster left him scarred, emotionally and physically. She tried her best to help him, but nothing she did soothed his suffering. Eventually, their marriage began to crumble, and she feared she would lose her husband.

One night, she talked to him about it. He told her all of his heart, as one should in a marriage, and the patches seemed to be healed. However, when the evil creature returned for his just desserts, Sir James vowed that he would be the one to slay it. Afraid for her husband’s life, as well as the dragon’s, she begged him to leave it be. His grudge, however, would haunt him forever as he attempted to slay the beast, eventually doing so with all three of them seriously injured. Lady Claire saved Sir James once more, and, after losing their faith, the pair moved back to their country to be with their family. Fate, however, would not be on their side.

A war was rapidly approaching, and as much as they tried to stop it from coming, Sir James and Lady Christine were faced with no other choice. Pregnant with his child, he sent them back to her own time, where they could be safe in the protection of the King. 

“She never goes back to him?” Thirteen-year-old Bree inquires of her mother with her elbows on her knees and her hands resting beneath her chin.

Claire pauses, swallowing an invisible lump in her throat. “No, she doesn’t.”

“Why not? If she truly loves him, wouldn’t she want to be with him forever?”

“Of course she would.” She smiled softly, wrapping her arms around Bree’s shoulders. Leaning her head on top of her daughter’s, she asked, “Do you remember the battle, the one that they were all preparing for at the end of the story?”

Bree nodded, urging her to continue.

“Well, before they parted, Sir James promised m–Christine–” She cleared her throat. “He told Lady Christine that he would die on the battlefield, defending his country. And she took his word for it.”

“So, she didn’t even try to find him? Not even for the chance that they could be together again?”

Tears formed in Claire’s eyes, but Bree couldn’t see them. Instead of replying, she finished the story.

Lady Christine returned to her time and resumed her position as Queen. She was reunited with her King, and he promised that they would raise Sir James’ child together, as their own.

A few months later, a princess was born, and they named her Ellen, after Sir James’ mother. And together, the three of them lived a happy life, the child unaware of her true parentage.

Every once in awhile, however, the Queen would see her daughter’s red hair catch the light, and she would see her husband. Her red Knight. 

Her one and only love.

The End

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creativecockbitesnetwork prompts: teams and typography.

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In which Ellie Miller needs a smaller font

Thursdays [Part 1]

Covers

Originally posted by sopeachenemy

Thomas Brodie-Sangster x Reader

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A/N: I’ve been feeling very… strange lately. I don’t really know how to explain it - like empty, kind of sad, okay at the same time? But anyway, that’s not important. I haven’t written in forever and I am severely inspired by Thomas Brodie Sangster’s new photographs from the Boys By Girls Magazine so here’s a little dabble, it was supposed to be a one shot but i’m getting tired and it felt right to end it where it did for now but I’m hoping to continue it (I’m scared that i wont find the time though huhu) Oh, and for the purposes of this I’m just going to ignore that TBS is filming the Death Cure at the moment lol, I hope I’m not too rusty on writing lol and more so, I hope you enjoy !!


The smell of new magazines were never really your favourite. It was this strong, almost rusty smell that punched you right in the nostrils when you pull back the plastic it had been encased in. Sure, when it was just one new magazine it was okay but the girth of the amount of glossy papers you had in your hands counted in a pile of eight. The stench was far from pleasant and this was what? The fifth bundle of new magazines you were placing in the cafe?

A sigh escapes you as you gathered the magazines and tapped their bases on the table to fix them properly before placing them face up on the table. The magazine at the very top of the pile had a masthead that read “Boys By Girls” with a photograph of a dashing young man with long chestnut hair slicked back, alluring dark eyes, toned arms peeking out from a black sleeveless top that was accented with red, and a crooked almost-smile on his lips.

“Ah? Finally fancy one of us English folk?” an accented voice teased as it passed behind you.

You straightened up immediately, eyes wide as they found your always teasing coworker who you were happy to call as not only your new best friend but also your flat mate. “I was just admiring the layout!” you defended as you followed her towards the front of the cafe.

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so i was gonna finish S1 before starting my liveblogging for S2,, but then i realized that i can’t watch anything and keep myself from commenting. so here we go, my MHA dub commentary for episode 1 of S2

  • tbh i’m not too impressed with the opening?? i feel like it’ll grow on me tho, but it doesn’t get me all pumped like the last one did
  • okay seriously Toshi did you have to send Gran Torino a 5 page essay on why you made Izuku your successor
  • like i get it he was your teacher but you don’t have to send him essays explaining why you did what anymore
  • (i know it’s for recap but it makes me laugh)
  • it is really cute how proud he is of Izuku tho, i love that. what a proud dad
  • so that’s how the anime watchers find out about Toshi’s real name? is that how it was in the manga?? when did we learn about his real name anyway, i don’t actually know
  • so does Gran Torino just hang out around his run down apartment in his hero outfit even tho he’s retired, or
  • that was a 6 minute long recap, which is pretty hefty. but it is the first ep of S2 after a long hiatus, so i’ll let it slide
  • “Men in their 20′s or 30′s” so that’s the age range they assume Shigaraki’s is at… i always assumed he was a little over 20 myself tbh
  • also sorta belated, but once again i love All Might’s dub voice
  • i enjoy Snipe’s weird cyborg voice thing
  • Blood King’s voice reminds me of a bulldog. which. well he has a pet bulldog i think??? it fits
  • “He has the personality of a spoiled little brat. a man-child” this just makes me laugh

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Summer Festival is still in swing~

Ufghhgghg I really love the event title banner. LOOK. AT. THAT. BAMBOO. THEME. Look at how the kanji is styled to look like bamboo stalks and wish slips. 

Huhuhuhuhu, I know the alphabet can be pretty hard to stylize? But I kinda wish the English titles are also fancied up like this >___< SLBP usually just use cute fonts and make it colourful.

peltwho  asked:

I love your illustrations!! They always have such good vibes, and the furry characters are so enjoyable. I was also wondering what fonts you use? In some of your illustrations you re-draw some nice looking retro-ish type of fonts, and I thought I'd ask whether you replicate particular fonts?

Thank you very much! I’m glad to hear that you enjoy my works.

Yes, I definitely have some classic font favorites. Avant Garde may be the most fun to draw. (Font/Image Source)

While Helvetica maintains a strong popularity in the 2010s, what really gives it that early 80′s feel is some slightly condensed kerning and the fuzziness that came with earlier typesetting methods. (Font/Image Source)

I also enjoy writing Microgramma, and recently, Eras and Motter Tektura.

When a typeface is handwritten, one’s own affectation is bound to come through, and results will vary. I believe my interest in handwriting typefaces began in middle school, when my art teacher instructed us to refer to the “font book” (an industrial catalog of typefaces) and copy our preferred typeface by sight for a poster assignment. We had desktop publishing by that time, but she came from an era where handwritten typefaces were much more common for things like billboards, signs, banners, etc., in days before large format printers. I suppose it stuck with me. 

It’s not the greatest, but I really love your song and your fic, so I just HAD to draw something for it! I really hope you like it, have a good day!

((OH MY GOD SHUSH?? THIS IS AMAZING I AM IN LITERAL T E A R S

Look at my kid…singing…for Jeremy…..that sTUPID SONG…I HAVE BEEN BLESSED

Thank you so so so so much for this, ahhhh!! ♥ ♥ ♥ It looks so good hRGH and I LOVE IT (∗∕ ∕•̥̥̥̥∕ω∕•̥̥̥̥∕) ))

Joker Imagine - Ignorant PART 2

Part 1 here


Do you have a part two to Ignorant?? When the reader is being stalked while J ignores her? I’d really like to see how J treats the guy once he finds him and how he claims her for the whole city to see making an example out of the Stalker.


Originally posted by biumutvarsa

Originally posted by metadonova1

Your P.O.V.

Joker’s car was somehow the comfiest place ever right now. We had found my stalker by looking through the security footage to see who left the box. I recognized his face immediately. What a coward he had to be to actually show up behind our door. So J made his henchmen find his address and that’s exactly where we were going. He was holding the steering wheel tightly and he looked angry. Then we had me. I was honestly a little scared. I mean, the guy has an obsession with me!

We were both dressed well tonight. Joker was wearing his purple jacket, no shirt underneath with black pants and shiny black shoes. He also had gold rings and chains on him, making him very sexy. I was wearing a black dress that covered my bum and just a little more. The dress had golden patterns that fit with my golden heels. My tattoos were visible and I stared at my favourite one ‘If lost, return to Joker’ that was on my leg. The font was pretty and the fact that J had tattooed me made me love them even more.

But then we had to get out of the car and I felt anxious. I really didn’t want to see him, but I had to. Besides I had J to protect me, right? ‘’Come on baby’’ He told me deeply and grabbed his special made gun. I sighed and followed him inside the block of flats. This stalker of mine lived on the first floor so it was easier for us to drag him into the car. J had a crazy plan. I watched as he broke the door with only one kick and we stepped inside the apartment. It smelled bad, like he hadn’t changed the air in months. It also smelled like trash and beer.

‘’Get out get out wherever you are!’’ J growled and looked around. Everything was messy. I stayed close to J as we walked further inside. The walls were a yellowish white and the floor was a red carpet floor, full of stains. I felt grossed out by just being here. J kicked another door open and we walked into a bedroom. He turned on the lights and the first thing I saw was the man sleeping on a small dirty bed. Then I saw the worse things..

News articles, photos, drawings of me were stickered onto his wall and he had dozens of notes scattered across the room. I saw my face everywhere from times even months ago. J turned to look at me quietly. I was horrified and disgusted. How long had he stalked me like this?! ‘’Get your sorry ass up’’ J hissed and loaded the gun. My stalker woke up and stared at J. He was only wearing a dirty T-shirt, boxers and socks. His hair was greasy.

‘’Oh darling you’re finally here’’ He gasped as he saw me. He tried to stand up, but J hit his face with the gun. ‘’She’s not your darling’’ J told him angrily and watched as his nose started bleeding. I bet he broke his nose. ‘’What the fuck..’’ Mr. Stalker breathed out and glanced at me. I just wanted to go away. ‘’Get dressed’’ J demanded and pointed back at the guy with his gun. J kicked some jeans on his lap and my Stalker had no other choice than to put them on.

‘’Where are we going?’’ He dared to ask us with a small voice. He was getting really scared now. ‘’You’ll see’’ I just smiled, but wanted to shoot him right there. J grabbed his neck harshly and pushed him towards the outdoor. The three of us got back into the car where J hit his head, causing him to black out. I got seated and let J tie him up before we could get on the road again. This would be crazy for sure.

***

‘’Everyone get down now!’’ Joker yelled as we got inside the television station.We got into a big blue office where they were editing the live news. The workers saw us and immediately got down on the floor with their arms up in the air. A couple of J’s henchmen held my stalker who was waking up slowly as I followed my boyfriend closely -of course with my gun in my hands.

‘’Y-You can’t go in there!’’ A man stuttered as J opened the door to the room where they were filming the news. J wasn’t up for bullshit so he just shot the guy making the others whimper out in fear. I just smiled and then we all walked in the LIVE room. The news reporter turned pale as he saw me, J, his henchmen and the guy that stalked me. J’s henchmen got rid of the camera men, pushing them away and then they made the reporter surrender as well. A talented henchmen grabbed the camera and walked closer to J. We were literally LIVE on Gotham tv. It made me excited, yet a little nervous.

‘’Listen up people of Gotham’’ J started and smiled widely, flashing his grillz. I stayed away from the camera in case he didn’t want me to be filmed. ‘’This man here has fucked up real bad..You see he dared to stalk my beautiful girlfriend’’ He sighed and pulled me next to him. I felt like blushing, but I forced myself to smile and wrap my arms around J. ‘’She’s mine, got it?’’ J growled angrily into the camera. Oh how flattering!

‘’I wouldn’t want you to do the same mistakes. Because this is what happens..’’ J told them and then the camera pointed at the stalker. J’s henchmen had tied him to a chair and he had tape on his mouth. I watched as J walked closer to him and started literally growling. He was hot when he was so angry, but I wouldn’t want to be the person he was angry at. 

‘’You’re disgusting’’ J spat at the guy and stopped right in front of him. My stalker was crying and trying to defend himself, but the tape muffled his words. Suddenly J grabbed his gun and petted the guy’s cheek with the tip. ‘’You’re setting a great example for the rest of Gotham not to fuck with me’’ J snarled and cupped the guy’s face with his other hand.

‘’Last words?’’ He asked with a grin. The guy just yelled from fear and tried to wiggle away. Oh what a pussy. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, waiting for J to kill him and get rid of him forever. ‘’Oh wait, you can’t speak!’’ J laughed loudly in a mocking way and then placed the gun on his forehead. He pulled the trigger and with a bang, my stalker was dead. His head fell back a little and it looked like he broke his neck as well. He died quickly. The blood splattered on the floor and people were crying in the editing room.

But I was happy as you could be.

‘’You don’t want to be next’’ J warned everyone watching us before making a hand gesture to inform everyone that we had to leave now. Batman was probably on the way already. I grabbed his hand and we hurried outside together. ‘’Thanks Puddin’’ I smiled as we literally jumped down the stairs like maniacs. ‘’No problem’’ 

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We got home without being noticed by stupid Batman. People were probably traumatized by what they witnessed on tv today, but I was so cheerful and happy. J seemed pretty pleased as well. ‘’I bet the entire world is gonna talk about this by tomorrow’’ I giggled while wrapping my arms around his neck while I was leaning against his chest. 

‘’Let them. I don’t anyone to play tricks on you doll’’ He purred softly while holding me closer by my bum. His scent made me feel safe and I was so happy. The last few weeks had been the worst since he had ignored me and the stalker stepped in, but now I felt like everything was perfect. Nothing felt wrong.

‘’I hope the entire world knows that you’re my girl’’ Joker whispered into my ear deeply and made my heart flutter. I was his girl, no one else’s. The best part was that I loved it. He made my life like a fairytale. ‘’Hmm and you’re mine J: If I see those dancers trying to touch you, I’ll shoot them’’ I giggled like it was funny. He gave me a big smile and removed one hand from my ass so he could cup my face.

‘’That’s exactly why you’re perfect. You seem as crazy as me’’ He let me know before leaning closer to me. Our noses brushed and my heart was fluttering harder in my chest. ‘’Let daddy take care of you..’’

I love all the different types of intelligence on this show. I love that they’re all shown to be clearly valuable and effective even though they’re so different.

I mean you have Monroe, who’s just a never-ending font of random facts he finds interesting. Not necessarily because he spent a ton of time studying or mastering a specific thing, but because he gets so immersed in anything he finds interesting and learns and retains everything he can about it. And he finds a lot of things interesting.

Then you have Juliette/Eve, who’s the investigator, the researcher. She knows her own field really well, but she’s also capable of searching and examining until she finds out anything else she needs to know, and then applying that knowledge to a problem. She’s inquisitive by nature, so if there’s a question in front of her she immediately starts seeking an answer.

Rosalee is the innovator, the experimenter. She knows a lot of things about the past and what is understood about how the world works, but they live on the edge of what’s accepted knowledge versus what’s possible but unheard of, and she is constantly finding ways to synthesize old knowledge into new concoctions: cures, weapons, you name it. She adapts quickly to new information and isn’t afraid to try something completely untested if it has a chance of getting results.

Then there’s Hank and Wu, who are grouped together because their type of intelligence is so similar. They’re interrogators. They don’t look for the answers, they look for the questions. They look for the logic holes, the lies that fall flat, the things that don’t quite make sense or haven’t been fully explained. They’re always listening for not just what people say, but how they say it. They’re critical of even the sources they trust, and downright skeptical of those they don’t. Their interrogations feed on each other, and when they really get going they can break down a shady story in ten seconds flat and turn a false lead into a good one.

Sean and Adalind are also similar, although they often come at problems from a different perspective: Sean from a place of power and Adalind from a place of disadvantage. Sean knows how to move people when he wants to, or twist their arms if he needs to. He can be a leader or a bully, depending on the situation. He’s good at manipulation, reading people, and getting them to do what he wants or needs even when they don’t want to. Adalind is the same, except where Sean makes people want to be useful to him, she makes people think she can be useful to them. She’s a bargainer, at times a con artist. She’s a master at ferreting out what people want and finding a way to align her interests with theirs–or at least make the other party think they do.

They all have such different ways at coming at a problem. And what’s really interesting is that none of them get perfect results alone. Even if what they’re doing works for a while, there comes a point when it fails and a new tactic is needed…which is why they work so well together as a team.

Which is where Nick comes in. Nick faces problems head on and eyes open, most of the time, but left to his own devices that can mean recklessness and a lack of strategy. What he’s amazing at, however, is uniting brilliant people who have very little in common toward a single goal, and inspiring their loyalty.

He doesn’t radiate leadership or power the way Sean does, but he has an earnestness that makes people congregate around him and care about him. None of them leave, even though it would clearly be safer far away from him and the troubles that come his way. Even Sean, much as he tried everything he could think of to sever all ties and trust between himself and the rest of them, still hovers around Nick’s orbit.

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But that doesn’t mean you won’t love again. // S.Z.

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Hey guys! It’s awhile since I last posted on Tumblr, so I decided to put up this printable for you all to enjoy. 

A little side story, it was originally for my Etsy shop but I decided not to set up one due to some personal reason. So let’s not put my effort into waste and share them for free XD

Anyway, here is the link

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