so: why this font

Click for fullview please. Really old headcanon of mine that Goat boss monsters bump their heads together to make friends like what RL goats do. And yes, Asriel forced taught Chara this. Chara never did this until Frisk came and uses this more often to Frisk and/or vice versa to remind themselves that they’re not alone.

This is the 10th page of an abandoned comic I made from 6 months ago ahah. Just wanna share this headcanon cause I like it so much and I’m a sap.

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anonymous asked:

hinny or romione

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may the light forever shine upon us.

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03-12-16 ∴ I run.

-   Believe me, I know that;
raise up, heaven let you down, oh yeah.
Redeeming, I fall and stand up;
heaven let you down   -

                                                                                                                                       painting by leonid afremov

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U2 abc - F is for Fourty Years

It was in the crowded kitchen of a semi-detached house in Artane that a bunch of teenage school boys from Mount Temple Comprehensive, Dublin, gathered to discuss forming a band. There was barely enough room to fit around the drum kit, with five guitarists squeezed between the fridge and the bread bin. A chaotic jam session involved wobbly renditions of Rolling Stones hits Brown Sugar and Satisfaction, with no consensus as to the correct chord sequences.

One wannabe lead guitarist was forced into the role of singer because he had neglected to actually bring a guitar. Another young guitarist established his position as lead instrumentalist because he had mastered the solo from Rory Gallagher’s Blister on the Moon. The bassist couldn’t play but had the best hair and, crucially, owned an actual bass guitar and amplifier. The drummer was definitely in because it was his family’s kitchen. And thus, U2 were born.
- Neil McCormick

Ice Cream and Van Gogh - Jason Todd x Reader

@nightwing-rules asks: “Can I request a story where Jason and his S/o spend some good quality time on his day off?” I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: swearing


                Sun shines in from the small window in your bedroom. It’s a welcome feeling, there aren’t many sunny days in Gotham, you rarely ever feel the sun on your skin. Turning around you look at your boyfriend Jason. He’s pure perfection in this moment, his face is peaceful, not worried or preoccupied for once in a long, long time. The white streak in his messy hair looks yellow due to the glow of the sun in the room, and you wish you could run your hands through it, but you knew that he needed rest. It wasn’t often that Jason got a day off, so you decided to let him sleep as long as he wanted, although you did have some plans for today.

            “You know, it’s not polite to stare Y/N.” Jason murmured, his morning voice holding the most beautiful gravelly tone. You chuckle, because of course he doesn’t say good morning, or that he loves you, he reprimands you for staring. Things like that were one of the many reasons you loved him though.

            “Well then Jaybird, don’t be so beautiful and I won’t be so impolite.” You replied, running your fingers through his hair as you did. Your eyes may have deceived you, but you could’ve sworn that he was blushing as he buried his head in the pillow. “C’mon love, if you’re awake we have to get going.” You urge him, slightly tugging on his arm.

            “Why? Can’t we just lay in bed all day and do nothing? I haven’t done nothing in forever.” Jason whines, turning his head to face you. You contemplate his request, he really hadn’t done nothing in forever, but what you had planned was better than nothing, as least in your opinion. Maybe a bit of persuasion would convince him to get up…

            “Well, I had plans for us today baby, and the first item on the list was supposed to be ice cream and breakfast from IHOP but, if you really wanna stay here…” You trail off, waiting to see his reaction. And it doesn’t disappoint. Jason whips his head up from the pillow, mouth open slightly and eyes wide as saucers from what you think is disbelief.

            “We can get ice cream before breakfast?” He asks, still in shock. “Well, I was thinking ice cream during breakfast. You know, like we order pancakes and ice at the same time, and then we take turns eating both?” You answer, smiling at the man who had basically just turned into a child in front of you. Your play to get him to do anything was ice cream, Jason really, really, loves ice cream.

            “Okay let’s go, let’s go, hurry up and let’s go!” Jason exclaims, jumping up from the bed and rushing to grab some clothes from the closet you two shared. His reaction made you go into a laughing fit, because here was this 6’4, extremely well-built man, who also happen to be the Red Hood, and he was jumping about the house at the promise of ice cream. He was really just a living, breathing contradiction and you loved it.

            “Oh Jesus, this is the best idea you’ve had in a long time.” Jason moans through a mouthful of strawberry ice cream and blueberry pancakes. You giggle, watching as he puts a scoop of the ice cream into a slice of the pancake, making a sandwich of sorts, before he stabs the thing with his fork and eats it. You had opted for a less complicated way of combining the two foods that Jason had labeled as “God’s gift to this wretched world”. Your method was taking a bite of the pancake, then shoveling a spoonful of ice cream in your mouth.

            “Thanks, I figured you’d enjoy it. Oh and if you want a small tip on how to make the pancakes even more, how should I put this, ice creamy? Well, if you’d like them more ice creamy spread a small piece across the pancake, sort of how you would with butter.” You suggest, as you steal a spoonful of his strawberry ice cream. You had gotten pumpkin spice ice cream as an experiment, against Jason’s advice, and it didn’t end well, so here you were stealing your lovely boyfriend’s strawberry ice cream.

            “That’s genius, I’m gonna try it.” Jason mutters, concentrating now on spreading the ice cream along the pancake. He was so cute, actually he was downright adorable (a/n someone please get this reference I had to add it), and you were absolutely loving that you got to see him in this little puppy dog state, you knew it was a privilege no one else got.

As breakfast came to a close, you ticked it off the list that you had made on your phone. Up next was something you knew he’d love, he always was a bit of an art nerd…


            “Please tell me why the fuck I’m blindfolded. I don’t exactly have pleasant memories of this.” Jason grumbles, as you two drive down to New York City. Well he didn’t know where you were going, hence the blindfold. Really, you didn’t want to have to blind him, but he was too damn stubborn to just keep his eyes closed, so you did what you had to do.

            “You’re blindfolded because I have a surprise for you, and I know you don’t have particularly great memories of being blindfolded but you trust me right?” you pause, awaiting his response, which you got with a nod, “Well, then you’ll know that I’m only doing this to make your day off special, ok?” You finish, squeezing his hand a bit so that he knew you were there.

            About 30 minutes later you arrived at your destination. “Okay Jay, hey that rhymed, okay anyways you can take off the blindfold now.” You exclaim, excitement coursing through you. Jason rushes to take off the blindfold, and when he finally gets it off and sees where you are he replicates the mouth agape, wide saucer eyes, shock look from earlier. Pride filled you, seeing that he was excited about what you guys were doing.

            “You-you brought me to the Metropolitan Museum of Art?” Jason stutters, eyes still wide. You nod in confirmation, smiling widely as you look at your awestruck boyfriend. “Well, c’mon Jay let’s go!” You yell, as you drag him out of the car.

(Time skip cause the Metropolitan Museum of Art is huge and writing that out would make this a book)

            The sun had already set when you guys exited the museum, that place was huge and there was so much art to see. You and Jay had gotten into debates and deep conversations over the meaning of some of the works, and all in all it was a really amazing experience. However, the talks had taken a, ahem…strange turn.

            “Listen, babe I’m just saying I would cut off my ear for you too!” Jason exasperates, as you both get in the car. “Okay, but Jason Van Gogh literally sent the ear to his lover as a gift. How the hell does that work?” You respond, equally as exasperated. “Yeah well, I can’t explain that but let’s focus on the fact that he went through that pain for her! That’s the sign of true love.” He concludes, trying to persuade you to agree. “Fine, but Jay, please don’t cut off your ear and send it to me.” You jokingly plead, starting up the car to head back to Gotham and enjoy the rest of Jason’s time off relaxing.

            “I’m not making any promises.” Jason mutters, causing you both to laugh a bit as you continue to discuss famous works of art for the entire drive home.