things models love

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The 14 year old boy who is in one of the best horror films (IT), who is in one of the greatest Netflix shows of all time (Stranger Things), who is in music videos, who directs his own videos with his best friends, who is incredibly funny, who is an unproblematic, woke kid, who is willing to openly talk and address important issues in the world, who uses his platform to spread love and positivity, who loves his fans, friends and family, who knows right from wrong, who accepts everyone who isn’t an asshole. Finn Wolfhard. I love you so much.

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Seeker wings made by the legendary @pybun 

Surprise! The wonderful and unbelievably kind pybun took the task of making these amazing wings for my upcoming seeker model. She worked very hard and deserves all the praise for such a fantastic job. These wings have been tested, animated, and have been given to me for SFM! Soon (hopefully) we’ll have our very own RED Seeker model! This item was a commission and a special request. Thank you so much Py <3 <3

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😍🌹 a whole model 💞✨

all of the nude models in our art school are such interesting people aside from just the nude model part like we have:
•a former NASA scientist for 20 years who seedily obtained a piece of the actual moon & brought it in to show us. he also wants to secure a piece of mars eventually I can’t believe he’s a space smuggler
•a male competitive roller-skater
•a burlesque dancer who auditioned for the rockettes & sings professional opera on the side
•a trapeze artist who used to train in Paris then became a French teacher in the states but gave up that to be a full-time circus performer & she’s the most Jacked™ woman I’ve ever seen
•a civil war reenacter. we have an actual fucking larper
•a guy who’s missing his left eye and nobody knows why but we have a theory that he’s an Italian mobster so it’s probably best not to ask
•a Chicago broadway actress who showed us her acting chops one day but she was naked at the time & reciting Shakespeare it was so intense
•a completely normal plain bagel dude but he can hold a 3hr standing pose without taking breaks so I’m convinced he’s not even alive and has no soul

Sorry if it's a wee bit long, this seemed to best method of sending it. Whaddya think?

vitalpen submitted:

“Why don’t you just KILL me and get it over with?”

“Huh?  Kill you?”  The toon dropped his smile for just a moment.  Was this real?  Had those words actually just been said?  The giggles came first.  Then the giggles graduated to chuckles, then laughter, then guffaws, and finally full blown cackles. They echoed around the two endlessly, soaking them both in just how funny it was.

When finally, finally, Bendy had gotten it all out and the aftershock wave of giggles had passed, he rubbed the tears from his eyes.  “Oh, Henry, you’re a RIOT. Trust me, if I’d wanted to kill you…” he took the man’s shirt in his hand and wrenched him up, speaking with an unhinged glee through gritted teeth, “YOU’D ALREADY BE DEAD.”

He let go as roughly as he could.  Taking a few paces backward and turning around, breathing to compose himself.  The squeak of his bulbous shoes made him wince.  Every step, night or day, that noise followed him.  Just another one of those things.  He turned around and squeaked back to his captive, who was looking at the floor.

“Look at me, Henry,” he commanded.  When Henry didn’t obey, he grabbed him by the chin and jerked up to look at him.  “I said LOOK AT ME!”

The man’s eyes avoided his.

“LOOK AT ME BEFORE I START POURIN’ INK DOWN YA THROAT!”  He screamed, pupils narrowing to unnerving beady dots and a few black drops dribbling over his eyes.

The threat seemed to pierce his thick skull; Henry’s pupils drifted begrudgingly to him.  A smile came back to his face, but the ink continued to run over his face.  “There’s a good boy.  You know why I don’t wanna kill you?”

Henry didn’t answer.

“I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!”  Bendy screeched, tightening his grip on Henry’s lower jaw.  More ink began to slowly melt over his face.

“Why?!”  Henry blurted through his strained mouth, desperate to loosen the toon’s hand.  It worked, a little.

“Because I’m a guy who likes bein’ fair.  I think you’re only allowed to be as bad to other’s as they been to you.  And you ain’t killed me, so congrats pally, you’ve done the bare freakin’ minimum that a normal person should do.  But ya know what you did do? Henry? Buddy? Partner?”  Bendy leaned in, bring his face closer and closer.  Ink dropped off him like a leaking faucet, quickly covering his shoes and making a puddle on the floor.  When he was less than half an inch away, Bendy spoke in a voice that was almost unrecognizable.

“You used me like the good little meal ticket I was.  Got everything you wanted out of me.  And then you left.  Me.  To.  Rot.”

As if on cue, every last drop reversed its course, like someone hit rewind.  It all flowed right back into him, leaving him the perfect immaculate Bendy he started as.  “So nah, I ain’t gonna kill ya. I’ve got somethin’ WAY better in mind fer YOU.  See, me ‘n’ Joey got ourselves a deal.  I help him with his little, er… project… and he makes sure we never get pushed around and outta the spotlight again.  This whole revenge biz?  Icing on the cake.”

It was hard to talk with a hand clamped around his jaw, but Henry made the attempt anyway.  What came out was complete gibberish but it did the trick.  Bendy’s sadistic grin gave way to a curious frown.  He released the immense pressure he was putting onto Henry’s face and leaned in, putting a hand up to his ear, smile returning.

“What’s that boy?  What’re ya tryin’ to tell me, boy?”

“Bendy, this isn’t you.  The Bendy I know, that crazy guy who kids all over smile and laugh, would never, ever, pull something like this.”  The words were desperate, trying to recover some semblance of the little devil’s sanity.

Once again, the smile dropped off the toon’s face.  The only thing left was a look of pure shock.  For a moment, Henry dared to let himself believe that he’d gotten through.

“The Bendy you knew?  The Bendy YOU KNEW?!”  The toon’s gloves gripped the fabric of man’s shirt and began shaking.  His screaming pierced the air, made Henry’s ears ring.  Ink began to flow freely from the his body, quickly coating the floor and crawling up the walls.  “YOU ABANDONED ME!  YOU ALL JUST PUT OUT YA CIGGARETTES, CLOCKED OUT, AND NEVER CAME BACK!  YEARS, HENRY!  I WAS HERE FOR YEARS!  WAITING, WONDERING, HATING ALL OF YOU.  THEN FINALLY, FINALLY SOMEONE COMES BACK, JOEY COMES BACK AND HE’S GOT A PLAN!  HE’S GOT SOMETHING TO HELP US! THEN YOU HAVE THE GRAPES TO STEP INTO HERE WITHOUT SO MUCH AS AN ‘I’M SORRY’?!”

The toons let go with one fist and pulled it back stretching his arm a few feet behind him.  The fist whirled a few times, and for just a second, an ugly, distorted smile conquered Bendy’s face.  Then it shot forward, colliding with Henry’s jaw.  His whole head jerked to the side and as the dull pain quickly spreading, he started to feel lightheaded

“You don’t deserve the Bendy you knew.  You’re stuck with me now.”  Bendy lifted him up, stretching his legs to be taller, then dropped Henry back on the floor.  With that done, the tormentor turned around. “Let’s see how YOU like bein’ trapped in here, forever followin’ the script some schmoe writes for you.”

THIS IS INCREDIBLE.  I’m… I’m making this canon to the AU, yes, this is EXACTLY the kind of tone I’m looking for. 

HDHDJD,RNN Why is this boy so attractive help.

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It must be the coffee. (submitted by @xxrosethornexx)

anonymous asked:

pan and bi are the exact same thing, and please don't use the split attraction model (saying panromantic bisexual or any variation thereof) unless you're ace or aro. :)

Haha. Hahaha. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. “The exact same thing”. You sure seem to know more about other people’s sexual/romantic orientation than themselves. I’m very impressed. Thanks very much for educating my ignorant ass. Hahaha. Hahahaha. HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.