man how is your face

Romelza FACE 

dem tomato faces :U

so… since i am the unofficial official Tomato Biologist™ i thought i’d make a quick post about them tomato-faces.

with all their tomato glory *-*

Originally posted by gostatisfy

*sigh* let’s just get this done.

The facial features found on Sith Purebloods can be categorized into one of three* things:

  • Ridges
  • Spurs
  • Tendrils

*Brow-Stalks are also a thing, but those are technically a subcategory of Spurs.

In the past, the ridges and spurs would have been bony and their shape could be seen in the individual’s skull. However, after hybridization, there is no true “bony facial structure” left. Instead, the Sith have excess cartilage that define and shape their facial features, which won’t be seen on their skulls.

Ridges: Indents, grooves, lines, or whatever you wanna call them. Common in males and females, can be on brows, cheeks, chins, necks, foreheads, nose, etc. Ridges can either use a cartilage base under the skin, or simply be a result of the epidermis hardening and folding onto itself on top of the dermis. 

Spurs: Hardened, pointed edges that protrude out of a Sith’s face. Usually common on the chin, cheeks of males, or on brows in the form of stalks. Spurs always use cartilage as the base for its structure and support, and can be pressed and bent in the limited ways human ears and noses do.

Note how the spur turns into a ridge as it goes up, along the side of the face.

Tendrils: Found almost exclusively on male purebloods. They’re fleshy, they dangle, and are very sensitive to touch when compared to spurs and ridges. Because tendrils are fleshy and soft, they are filled with blood vessels and nerve endings. This means that you can either cause a great deal of pain or pleasure to the individual with tendrils… depending on what you do… obviously.

The tendrils are distinct from the spurs since the spurs are hard and immobile while tendril can be voluntarily moved by the individual.

Brow-Stalks: The brow stalks are technically another form of spurs. However, they are different in that the Sith can voluntarily move them. The movement of these brow stalks function much in the same way humans use their eyebrows: to aid in spoken and unspoken communication via facial expressions. This means that the cartilage in the brow stalks are much softer and more flexible than the ones found in other spurs.

The “spurs” on the brows can and will be moved at the individual’s whim, the spurs on the chin cannot.

It should be noted that brow ridges are just another form of ridge and do not fall under the brow stalk category. And although the brow ridges can also be moved to signal facial expressions, the ridges are formed just the same as every other ridge and does not protrude out of the face in a pointed manner.

Quick! Quiz Time!

Name the Facial Features on the Sith!

If you answered:
Ridges and spurs
Ridges, spurs, and tendrils
Ridges and spurs

Then congrats! You are now a tomato face expert! :3

anonymous asked:

How'd you meet your boyfriend?

He kidnapped me like a supervillain to hold me in his lair and while I was waiting for the heroine of the story to save me and whisk me away to a nice hetero Disney-ending, I fell in love with him.

After that, I faked my death, and we’ve been together ever since.


“What,” you glanced him up and down, “are you wearing?”

“I thought we could go for a beach day but apparently the weather isn’t in sync with Asgard’s. Oh well, I’d appreciate a pair of trousers however.” He said all the time fascinated in your home. Waving a hand to welcome him in you had to turn around because you couldn’t hide the shock on your face. How did that man even make it down the corridor without freezing?

Something I noticed

With Teddy and Delores, the gender roles seemed to completely switch from the norm. Instead of Teddy taking the stage and Delores being the backup character that really doesn’t have a purpose, it was the other way around. It really didn’t feel like Teddy had much of a character or added much to the story (compared to others), and what’s also amazing is how it didn’t feel forced. Most movies/shows that try to be “super feminist” will be constantly shouting in your face about how dumb the man is and how good the woman is at punching people, because that’s easy to write and lets you pat yourself on the back, but this was much different; it was much more subtle and thorough. It was much more than just Delores shooting people and Teddy being a doofus. The show did a GREAT job of showing natural character development as Delores went on HER OWN adventure, with Teddy just being a piece in the puzzle for her. It made it feel genuine, like they ACTUALLY cared about the female characters they created, rather than just trying to meet a quota for those darn millennials with their feminism and liberalism.

Honestly, I was really afraid that they were going to go with the “WEAK GIRL GOES BADASS HOLY SHIT INDEPENDENT WOMAN” trope that is prevelant in weak writing and lazy character creation, but oh man, I was wrong.


‘Til you love me.

People have the audacity to always ask “Never Trust who?” “How you gonna find a man with Never Trust on your face?” “Why would you put that on your face?” So let me answer these politely. For those who ask me “Never Trust Who?” What the fuck are you asking me for? Ask yourself. It’s to each its own. You wanna know who I never trust? For whut? Scared your name might be on the list? For those who ask me “How you gonna find a man with Never Trust on your face?” Who’s looking… & so what I have trust issues. When the time comes my man will know my story, support my story & love me for me unconditionally. My man will protect me from the Never Trust, as I do the same for him. For those who ask me “Why would you put that on your face?” I’ve survived trauma, I’ve survived a childhood of Never Trust. I’m allowed to live how ever I please. I wear my heart on my sleeve, like I wear this Never Trust tatted on my face. I’ve embraced my vulnerability. I trust. I do. I forgive as well. And when you judge me by my appearance, read that I don’t play that shit. I’m not pressed for those who act out of insecurity. I’m not pressed for those who can’t keep their word. The fakes and frauds are the “WHO” muthafuckas. Acting like you’re blind to the fuckery. My eyes/heart/soul has seen and felt it all.

@TT_dana:Gary Barlow walking up the streets of NYC with open arms to greet me and then surprise the American GBarmy! It was fantastic. [x]

Gary meeting for dinner a group of US GBarmy/Thatters in New York hours before the opening night of Finding Neverland in Broadway 15.03.2015

Picture courtesy of @TT_dana

I never thought the day would come when I would say that Kim Kardashian is a ride or die bitch. That’s how you defend your man, that’s how you protect your man. She could face charges, be sued and be attacked by a mob of angry Taylor Swift fans. She doesn’t give a single fuck, because she knows her man was telling the truth and she’ll do the time for it. She put out several seats for Taylor and slapped her into every single one. I’m looking at Kim Kardashian in a better light these days and Taylor was never nothing to look at, tbh.

Good job, Kim.


Dean Vs. Food

Imagine: Cooking a meal and deeming it unedible. A sleepy Dean wanders into the kitchen late one night and takes a bite.

  • 282 Words
  • Dean x Reader
  • No warnings

Dean walks into the kitchen, his feet bare and his robe tied securely around his waist. His eyes are half closed as he tries to find his way into the fridge. You watch him, shaking your head as he fumbles with something and it falls to the floor.

“What’s this?” He grunts and lifts up a container and sniffs it. He still hasn’t noticed you at the table. “Hmm.”

Without saying a word, a small smile curves on your lips as Dean opens the top further and sticks his hand into the food. He twists it around his finger and pops it into his mouth chewing on it for a good fifteen seconds before spitting it out, mostly over himself, only a piece or two landing back in the dish.

You bust out laughing, turning your head so Dean couldn’t see how red your face turned. “Man, that was for the dogs.”

“I tasted.” He shakes his head and spits more out. “What the everlasting hell, Y/N?”

“I tried to cook.” You smile innocently and bat your eyelashes the way Dean liked. About the only thing he didn’t like about you was your cooking.

“Promise me,” he threw the whole bowl into the trash and points at you, his eyes wide by now and a bit of food hanging on his chin. You cover your mouth to keep from laughing harder. “You will never cook again.”

“Promise.” You grin, making grabby hands for the man. He stumbles over and lets you grab the robe by the top, pulling him down and pecking his lips. “As long as you promise to make your famous Elvis burger.”

A grin breaks out across his lips.