looks weird but i like it somehow

well now i’m on an aliens kick. also, i just went in my kitchen to get some ice water and walked in on a fucking roach orgy because no matter how much i clean this apartment is fucking ghetto so let’s talk about how aliens would react to human pest control methods.

“Why is Stacy cleaning the dishware? We have cleaning robots to do that for her,” asked Qwerty (his full name was much, much longer, but because it was written with every letter of one of the more commonly used human alphabets, and something about early digital communications, the humans on the I.S. Dastallria had given him the nickname). 

Xorzit’ket shrugged as best as her anatomy could manage the borrowed gesture. “Why don’t you go ask her?” 

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One of my pet peeves is people on this website reblogging that one image of the space shuttle Columbia breaking up during re-entry to their “aesthetic” blogs, like…um….

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• “We need to be really quiet but you have the hiccups” AU
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• “Somehow you manage to scare me everytime we run into each other and i already get frightened very easily let me live” AU

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K The Stage Cast Appreciation:
     Suzuki Hiroki (June 4, 1985) as Fushimi Saruhiko

Vive el Momento (Smut)

MASTERLIST

Requested: No, but @illuminateshawn and I live for drunk, festival Mendes in that red shirt from Amsterdam.

Word count: 4,947

“Can I have three large beers, thanks” I smiled, handing the girl in front of me my money. The sun was burning into my back, heating up my entire body slowly.

“I just love this weather” my friend Julia said. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back to fully enjoy the warm rays of sun burning in her face.

“Me too” I agreed, looking around the festival filled with drunk people having fun everywhere.

To me, this was what summer was all about; heat, friends, music and beers. Actually, going to festivals was my happy place, I loved the whole idea of just letting go and enjoy yourself as much as possible; meeting new people and staying up until the early hours when the sun rose again.

“Girl, don’t look now but that guy… he’s looking again” Julia laughed, taking of her black sunglasses.

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i had a really cute dream that Uraraka somehow like…. got hurt, and was in the infirmary (which was, for some reason, huge), but the entire class was hanging around her and a few other students who were hurt (i can’t remember who else it was, but there were at least 3 others)

Bakugou was on her right side and he made her food, and absently brushed her hair while she talked with Mina. he was kinda acting like a grumpy caretaker. and then the class all ended up falling asleep in the infirmary and Bakugou ended up sleeping on the same bed with Uraraka. just kinda…. sprawled out next to her. he kinda looked like he might fall off the bed somehow, but didn’t

some of the other kids were like on the floor, or sleeping in other infirmary beds, or in weird positions, but they all refused to leave the room when their friends were all hurt, haha

and the funny thing is, in the dream, i thought it was from a new chapter or something and i was rushing to make a post about how cute certain panels were and was trying to crop one of them when i woke up

it was so cute, hahaha

Knuckles : Boxer!Ashton (Part 2)

sorry it took so long! special thank u to Ashley (@thesaltyspice) for helping me come up with ideas for this a million years ago xx

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six

“Look at that one.”

“That one over there?”

“Yeah,” you confirm with a pout. “I want it.”

Ashton chuckles and looks to you at his side. “That’s the fourth dog you’ve said you wanted since we got here.”

It’s true, but you can’t help it. You always get dog-envy at the farmers’ market, exposed to too many cute pups at once for your little heart to handle.

“We should get one,” you say passively, adoring a large german shepherd trotting by with its owner. “Y'know, if we ever live together.”

Ashton smirks, turning his head. “I love how you’re not even worried about scaring me with plans for the future.”

Your cheeks redden, having not noticed the implications when you said it. It’s only been three months since the fight that started it all, since you and Ashton agreed to give your relationship a title, and you suppose you should be more careful about vocalizing your whimsical thoughts. Your guard just naturally falls around him, the pressure to play safe wiped away by his equal and obvious feelings toward you. Talk of commitment doesn’t affect him the way it does most people. If Ashton was going to run, he would’ve done so by now.

You glance down at his fingers between yours, smiling because you don’t think he’s let go of your hand all day. With his hectic training schedule for another upcoming fight and your demanding attendance at university four days a week, the two of you have recently been missing each other more than actually seeing each other, and it appears Ashton wants to make up for lost time in the form of suffocating your palm–not that you mind. For someone whose fists can be classified as lethal weapons, he has quite a gentle grip when it comes to you.

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Eric Harris’ last journal entry

“Months have passed. Its the first Friday night in the final month. much shit has happened. Vodka has a Tec 9, we test fired all of our babies, we have 6 time clocks ready, 39 crickets, 24 pipe bombs, and the napalm is under construction. Right now I’m trying to get fucked and trying to finish off these time bombs. NBK came quick. why the fuck cant I get any? I mean, I’m nice and considerate and all that shit, but nooooo. I think I try to hard. but I kinda need to considering NBK is closing in. The amount of dramatic irony and foreshadowing is fucking amazing. Everything I see and I hear I incorporate into NBK somehow. Either bombs, clocks, guns, napalm, killing people, any and everything finds some tie to it. feels like a Goddamn movie sometimes. I wanna try to put some mines and trip bombs around this town too maybe. Get a few extra flags on the scoreboard. I hate you people for leaving me out of so many fun things. And no don’t fucking say, “well thats your fault” because it isnt, you people had my phone #, and I asked and all, but no. no no no dont let the weird looking Eric KID come along, ohh fucking nooo.”
4/3/99

lockedinmybody  asked:

daliaaaaa could you tell me your fave sterek fics please?? :)

How could you ask me this? Do you have any idea how many sterek fics I’ve read over the years? How many I’ve loved?

This is a short list of the very few I could think of off the top of my head. I think I’ll probably make a recs page, because I’ve been meaning to for a long time. I have a recs tag, but that includes different pairings as well.


Sideways and Slantways and Longways and Backways

“I called you a slave-driver!” Stiles cried hysterically. “I called you an ogre! I stole all the blue paperclips!”
Derek raised an eyebrow at him.
“That’s company property!” he shouted, waving his arms madly in distress.
Derek ran a hand over his face. “It’s not theft if the vice president of the company gives you permission.”

(Otherwise known as the Elevator AU)

The Price

Stiles must surrender the most important thing in his life to protect the town… and no one can figure out what it was.

Around The Bend

The first time Derek catches sight of the new yoga instructor, Stiles is in the middle of showing a class how to do downward-facing dog. Derek walks into a wall.

Things don’t exactly improve from there.

Derek can’t stop staring at Stiles, the bendy new yoga instructor at his family’s gym. Stiles thinks Derek’s a repressed homophobe who hates Stiles for making him want the D. They fall in love.

can’t be hateful, gotta be grateful

“Be cool, Dad, we’ve decided to con Grandma.”

(Or, the one where the Stilinski men drag Derek to Thanksgiving dinner at Grandma’s and she gets the right wrong idea.)

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So, I love how everyone is getting all into the eldritch horror visibly fae knowingly magical encounters. The descriptions are SO COOL. 

But I’ve been thinking about how our understandings of the Fair Folk originated not with people who had these super obvious encounters with this visible magic figure. Instead, they come from people attuned to the ways in which this world as it is, is magical and frightening and overwhelming, and decided that eldritch monsters were the most logical and comforting explanation. So, I’ve been thinking a lot about how so many interactions with the fair folx could happen without the student knowing it….how many of these interactions and deals may have happened already. A few true stories: My roommate joined ROTC her freshman year. Four years of university for free, for five years of military service. Don’t tell me that there is just flesh and bone under the glamour of a military uniform, under the medals worn by those who watched her sign her contract. The Fair Folk have always loved games, and to gamble your life in the future of uncertain war is certainly worth $60,000 tuition per year for four years, plus a monthly stipend.  I have a friend whose financial aid is paid by a grant from some folks from New York City. In exchange, once a year she dresses up, takes out her piercings, and goes to dinner with them.

Sit with us, tell us the stories of your studies, sing for us. Oh, you don’t sing anymore? But you sing so lovely. Sing.

At these dinners, she does not let her smile drop.  I worked with a senior who would be Successful. They did everything, could not say no, every opportunity bigger than the last and they could Do It All. Directing a musical with a full orchestra in the biggest theater, performing across town themself in a different show each weekend for months on end, five classes and a thesis. One night, drunk and at 2am, a time were the glamour drops and world blurs into honesty, they said “I am so fucking lonely.” That is a powerful trade: love as fair as can be, a beating heart, community. But they wanted to be able To Do It All and they did.  A few years ago, the school was raising money for the endowment (the school is always raising money for the endowment). They were holding a fundraising dinner, with Big Important People who must be Inspired by Students Like You in order to donate. They gathered together the most talented performers of the whole university. Dancers whose bodies defied physics, pianists who seemed to play with extra hands, singer whose voices rang inhuman. Maybe there is a reason we already had those skills, it’s hard to know. We’ve all made so many sacrifices already to end up at a school where we can get not a single credit for our talents. Maybe something is already taking its due. Still. They gathered us, and planted us through the field to mime silent excitement as the Big Important People entered the tent in a procession. They had us perform for them – but never in the way we do best. Bottle up your talent, make it look like this. Dressed us all head to toe in white. Gave clear instructions.

Hand them this book. Collect these cards. They will write a wish. If they speak to you, just smile. Do not speak back.

They had us wait behind the kitchen.

Whatever you do, do not eat the food.

The university knows how to make a deal. They know what a little Talent and a little Dignity is worth. And we already owe them so much…why not this too?  In the morning I went back to where the tent had been, only to find an empty football field.  —— I feel like I have to add that the last story is literally 100% true. The others I have taken small creative liberties with (mostly the ‘lonely’ one cause I don’t want that person to be identifiable). But this one is hundo percent reality. Nothing I could add about it would make it sound less weird. They set up this crazy huge tent for it and thousands of dollars of lights and projection equipment, and the next morning had taken down the entire thing. They had this whole projection thing that took up a side of the stadium with a video about how great the university is, except I’d never even HEARD OF most of the professors or programs they interviewed or discussed in it (like its a big uni but still). Went to go look them up the next day, but couldn’t remember the names. They had us count a specific number of steps from one section to another. They had us do a weird running pattern on the stadium stairs that was supposed to look cool but I think just opened a portal in to my own personal hell. I still have the white sneakers and sweatshirt they gave us but I legit have not worn them since that night; I’m slightly scared to wear them but somehow can’t throw them out. When the donors walked in to the tent, we literally just stood around the field jumping up and down with excitement (silently) and waving flags (silently) and for the first time I understood Artaudian horror. They had cards at their table that they were supposed to write these messages on, and then we would collect them in these books, and honestly the whole night is pretty hazy but it was weird. The whole thing was directed by Tony Award winner Diane Paulus (I swear to you this is true). Guys I’m low key pretty sure I’ve been to a revel and let me tell you, you are not a participant. You are there, but at best you are quaint entertainment, to be hidden in the corner when you’re not amusing them. You will do what they ask you (tell you). And there will be a part of you sitting on your shoulder saying, are you really doing that? And the answer will be yes, and it won’t be until after you leave that the wave will crash over you, nearly drowning you in the question, as you sputter awake asking, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK JUST HAPPENED? 

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anonymous asked:

Solangelo pda/first instances of pda headcanons (Nico shocking their friends by being affectionate for the first time lmao)

  • contrary to what just about everyone believes, nico doesn’t mind being touched
    • unless he’s in a bad mood, feeling threatened, or just doesn’t like the person trying to touch him. on the slim chance that none of that is the case, he will be affectionate in some way
  • it took a super long time after he and will started dating for nico to feel comfortable enough to even be within six inches of will (because that’s fighting distance that’s a dangerous distance) but after the first time he held will’s hand, it was like the floodgates opened
  • nico is actually incredibly touch starved and will literally sap all of the affection out of will’s body through holding his hand
  • since nico and will got together in the winter months, when everyone returned the following summer, they were all,,,, shocked?? and amazed??? bc nico looked so happy
  • but then they get uncomfortable almost bc nico is so affectionate??? and nobody seems bothered except for nico’s closest friends like did everyone know that nico was like this but them???
    • like a few months ago nico would practically hiss at someone if they so much as put a hand on his shoulder but him and will totally just made out on the steps of the Hades cabin?? in broad daylight????
  • but like seriously out in public nico will hold will’s hand and not let go and if he gets bored or tired he’ll just lean against will whether he’s sitting or standing or whatever he’s just literally always touching will somehow ok and everybody’s kinda weirded out about it but they’re also all too afraid to say anything about it

thanks for the suggestion, i hope this was what you were looking for!

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Sammy’s Smile

After seeing these posts by @doodledrawsthings, I wanted to write it. 

Hell’s Studio is so much fun to write for. 


One time, Sammy had come to work in a good mood. And everyone lost it. Sammy was smiling as he entered the studio, humming to himself. Everyone froze and just stared. No one had seen Sammy actually smile before. They’d seen him smirk, sure, but never genuinely smile. It was…really weird. They hadn’t been aware his face could actually make that expression.

“Bendy!” Boris burst into Bendy’s office, slamming the door open. “Sammy’s doing something weird with his face!”

“Boris, it’s too early for this.” Bendy groaned. “Whatever Sammy’s doing, it can wait.”

“I…I think he’s smiling.”

“WHAT?!” Bendy jumped up from his chair, eyes wide. Boris ushered him out and to the music department. Sammy was whistling, whistling!, as he unlocked the door to his office.

“What the @#%*?” Bendy whispered.

“I don’t know what he’s doing with his face.” Boris whispered back. “Is…Is he smiling?”

“Sure…Sure looks like it buddy. I’mma go talk to him.” He pushed past Boris and went down. He took a moment to compose himself and went in.

“Heya Sammy.” Bendy knocked on the music director’s door. “How…How’s it going?”

“Pretty well, all things considering.” Sammy said, continuing to smile. He hung his coat up and began to prepare his desk.

“Good good.” Bendy nodded. “Uh…What are you doing with your face?”

“I’m smiling.” Sammy frowned a bit. “Have you never seen someone smile before, boss?”

“Right, of course. Uh, I should probably get back to work.” Bendy said, making a beeline for the door as quickly as he could. He spent a while just standing to there, watching as Sammy worked. The music director worked on compositions, singing along to the radio louder than Bendy had ever heard him do before. He seemed to genuinely be in a good mood and it was so….weird.

“What are you doing down here?” He heard Alice approaching from behind. “I’ve been looking all over for y-” She stopped when she saw Sammy.

“Is he…Smiling?”

“It’s weird, right?” Bendy said. “I mean, I’m glad he’s happy, but it’s just so…”

“Unusual.” Alice finished. “We gotta show everyone else.”

Soon everyone was gathered outside Sammy’s office, staring inside at Sammy. Somehow he hadn’t yet noticed them. He tended to get like that when he was working, which worked pretty well for the rest of them.

“My glasses must be broken.” Henry said, taking them off and looking them over. Joey just stared, unable to wrap his head around what he was seeing. Never in his life had he seen Sammy smile. It just didn’t happen. Boris was still freaking out about this whole thing. He didn’t do too well with change and this was a huge change. Maybe this was a sign of the apocalypse. Like the four horsemen or something. Eventually Sammy opened the door and found them staring.

“Just how long have you all been there?” He asked, his smiling fading a little bit.

“……Awhile.”

“I don’t get why you’re all making such a big deal about me smiling. That is what this is about, right?” Sammy leaned up against the doorframe. He was actually laughing quite a bit. This floored everyone even more. When was the last time Sammy had genuinely laughed at something?

“……..Yes.”

Sammy rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Here’s the new music. I’m not going to let you all ruin my day.”

“Why are you so happy?” Henry asked.

“That’s my secret.” Sammy said, winking. “Now scram, the lot of you. I’ve got work to do.” Then he slammed the door in their faces. Everyone dispersed, and things mostly returned to normal. Except Sammy kept smiling throughout the whole day. The next day he was back to his normal self, but it wasn’t the last time this would happen. No matter how many times they saw Sammy smile, which didn’t happen very often, they still freaked out.

A visual guide to @chronicolicity‘s ‘Resistance is built on hope’ - Virginie ‘Jyn’ Erso.


i wanted to make something cool and accurate but i made this instead (with dumb princess diaries and deadpool references i know forgive me)

anyway this fic is superflicious wonderful amazing and everybody needs to read it and send love to the author (also much love to @runakvaed and this flawless edit without whom id never have discovered it) 

anonymous asked:

Mom! I follow your posts regularly, sometimes I check a couple times a day. I realized something, your Monsta X bias is missing from the Friends - to - Lovers series. Could I possibly request a Friends - to - Lovers Hyungwon. (tbh he's totally my bias too). Love you!!!!

find: shownu (here) | kihyun (here) | minhyuk (here) | jooheon (here) | wonho (here) | changkyun (here)

  • you work at the local botanical garden and there’s this one exhibit on like,,,,tropical flowers that’s always warm and has like benches that sit between the different patches of flowers and plants
  • and there’s one bench that’s kind of hidden behind a really large cactus 
  • that bench,,,,,is where you’ve found hyungwon several times
  • and at first you were concerned,,,,because you’d always find him there,,,,,,asleep,,,,,with what looked like a sketchbook or notepad in hand
  • and you’d always have to wake him up because if another person found him he might be kicked out or get his membership taken away
  • and once when u ask him if he even has a membership 
  • he’s like “here is the card,,,,i got it as a gift,,,,,,,,this place is nic-”
  • and u swear he looked like he was about to sleep again u literally had to shake his shoulders
  • but ,,, as you’ve come to know him,,,,,hyungwon explains that he likes this place and comes here for inspiration,,,,it’s just the warmth and quietness makes him always fall asleep
  • and ur like ,,,,, well ill try to cover for u if anything,,,,but seriously u could get in trouble!!!
  • but somehow this weird relationship turns into friendship because sometimes u sit on the bench with hyungwon and he asks u about the flowers or about the job
  • and it’s,,,,nice,,,,you know to have this chat with someone
  • but also ur curious to know what hyungwon needs inspiration for 
  • and it turns out he’s a singer,,,,which was ur second guess after model,,,,and he said he just likes to come here and doodle and be away from training all the time
  • and ur like,,,,well maybe go see the other exhibits we have??? and he’s like “but,,,,this place is the warmest,,,,,and no one ever bothers me,,,,,because they can’t see me behind the cactus”
  • and ur like hyungwon. i can see u. anyone can see u because tbh ur taller than the damn cactus
  • but u get it,,,he comes here to relax and tbh u can’t blame him,,,,this place is the most calming one throughout the gardens
  • but one day as ur walking through to see if hyungwon is there,,,,you see him,,,,,,,but u also see ur co-worker
  • who kind of has a mean streak so u rush over and they’re like “do you know him???” and you’re like panicking so you’re like um,,,,yES,,,,he’s my,,,,,,,my,,,,,my,,,,,,boyfriend!”
  • and ur co-worker is like huh u have a boyfriend and ur like HAHA yep i know hard to believe HAHA anyway he said he wanted to tell me something so he was waiting here
  • and ur co-worker is like “he was sleeping here”
  • but hyungwon corrects them and is like “i was simply resting my eyes” and ur like YEP he was just RESTING his eyes,,,,,,pleaseletthisslide
  • and with a glare the co-worker leaves and u let out  sigh and sit beside hyungwon and ur like “letting ur eyes rest??? really???” and hyungwon is like “it’s technically not lie right?”
  • and u just laugh a little but hyungwon suddenly scoots closer to you and puts an arm around ur shoulder 
  • and ur like ?? and he’s like “i think this is a good place for a first date”
  • u blush because????? whats he talking about
  • and hyungwon looks over and instead of the usual dreamy look on his face,,,,there’s something more
  • and he’s like “as your boyfriend i guess i should ask you out on a date right?” and ur like yOu dONt,,,HAVE ,,to i just said it as an excu-
  • but hyungwon leans a little closer and is like “i know,,,,but one ur co-worker is actually spying on us rn from across the room and two,,,,i do want to take u on a date. here or somewhere else. do you like korean food or something else?”
  • and ur both amazed that hyungwon,,,noticed ur co-worker which u were sure had left but also,,,,,,ur like “i dont have a prefrence??? but are you seri-”
  • and hyungwon is like “yep,,,,when do you get off work ill stay here “resting my eyes” till then”
  • and ur like hyungwon PLEASE but also ur like 8pm
  • and at 8 there hyungwon is,,,,waiting outside of the gates slightly hunched over looking cute and tall and ur co-worker snorts because hyungwon pulls you over and is like “should i kiss you for show - or is that too much on our first date?”
  • and ur like,,,,,,,oh my GOD
Voltron:
  • <p> <b>Lance:</b> hi Keith your mullet is gross but you're good looking~<p/><b>Keith:</b> what in tarnation<p/><b>Lance:</b> ...<p/><b>Shiro:</b> don't worry I speak my lil bro's weird Texan he meant to say "what the hell"<p/><b>Lance:</b> that makes a lot more sense now...<p/></p>

I hate when people try to pretend that all the Batboys look identical. I dislike it when comic book artist, purposefully or not, draw them all so it looks like they’re all actually Bruce’s kids. The best part of Batman is that they’re not related, they’re all a bunch of lost, weird kids who somehow have made an awkward family together. By drawing them the same look and body type, it negates the individual aspects of the boys and their highlighted talents.

Dick is smaller than Bruce in both height and weight. He’s not very buff, he’s incredibly lean and flexible, able to move in ways Batman can’t. His skin has a lightly dusty quality to it, a remnant of his Romani heritage he’s never quite forgotten. Most people mistake it for a perpetual tan, he doesn’t elaborate that he comes from mixed parents. He’s handsome in a very conventional way with his boyish good looks being appreciated by most everyone he meets. He’s not trying to impress anyone except he is so he takes good care of himself and covers any visible scars he has. His hair is floppy, a little long at his bangs and neck, thick dark black with a light wave to it. He has wide, smiling eyes of a deep midnight blue color. In the right light, they can be as black as night or shine like sapphires.

Jason is tall and as big as a house. He’s incredibly strong and durable and his body reflects that. He can’t move as well as Dick but he’s learned to use his large size to his advantage. His skin is medium white, covered in scars and calluses. If he’s out in the sun for too long, a splash of freckles appear across his nose and cheeks. He’s handsome in a dangerous way, like how a coiled snake carries it’s own elegance. If he put more effort into it, he could use his chiseled good looks but doesn’t bother with such things. His hair is thick but more wiry, it never lays perfectly on his head and is always sticking up somewhere. It curls slightly on the ends. His eyes are lidded and a confused blend of blue and green with some brown in there too, as if they couldn’t decide on a color. After his resurrection, he swears his eyes are much more green than before, it could just be his imagination.

Tim is short and not overly muscled, but he is proportional. He is the smallest of the adult boys and he knows it, instead of beefing himself up, he hones his muscles to be more accurate and graceful. He can move incredibly fast and twist his limbs in seemingly impossible manners. His skin in very pale, no matter how much time he spends in the sun, he burns rather easily and is constantly putting on sunscreen. His face is taunt and angled as he’s just finishing the last of his adolescence. He’ll eventually grow into it but he won’t have Dick’s attractive features. His face is always marred by dark circles with his brow perpetually wrinkled in thought. He keeps himself tidy and neat, not so much for himself but for appearances. He appears as nicely as is required, he doesn’t mind that people note how absolutely exhausted he looks. His hair is softer, more fine than his brothers’. It falls in soft waves when he goes too long without a cut. His narrow eyes are a steely blue-grey, strong and piercing.

Damian is still in the midst of childhood but eventually already his body is showing signs of being tall and well built. He won’t be as heavily built as his father, taking more after his mother’s lean muscled form. A nice balance between Dick and Bruce’s body type. His current size means he has a great number of advantages and disadvantages, he tries to fight like a bigger man until he is forced to adjust to his small physique. His skin is dark and tanned, a mark of his mother’s heritage, he very clearly stands out against the other bats. His face is still rounded with youth but already is beginning to hollow out from his exercises. He’ll grow into his father’s strong jawline and become effortlessly attractive, though like Jason, he pays no mind to it. His hair is short and cropped, thick and coarse so it look ill-kempt if he lets it grow too long. His eyes have an Asian fold to them, highlighting his foreign features. Deep forest green eyes, the exact color of Talia’s, gaze imperiously at the world.

anonymous asked:

You know what makes me wonder, is that Boris at the end of chapter 2 seems to be perfectly fine and all friendly and chipper. Not evil at all. I wonder if Bendy used to be like that, but is possessed or something. Doesn't make sense that boris is all cool but Bendy is all crazy you know? I don't know. So hyped for chapter 3!

I’ve got a theory, and it’s a theory that’s actually existed since Chapter 1 was first released.  It’s also, ironically, a theory that I never really cared for… but Chapter 2 has added a significant helping of support for it.

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