what is that description

teenageliving  asked:

How would you describe characters face or what they look like?

Well it kind of depends on how descriptive you or the character whose point of view your in, likes to get. I have some characters that could tell you every last detail about someone they just met, and I have characters that could tell you what there best friend was wearing two days ago if they tried, and I have characters who couldn’t tell you what they looked like unless they had already been staring into a mirror for an hour. 

But here are some descriptive points about the face you could make:

Face Shape: 

-Oval (Tapers towards the chin, wider forehead)

-Round(Length and width usually similar, usually larger in the cheek area)

-Long( Elongated features, this face type is usally combined with others. Example: Combined with a square face type to make more of a rectangle look) 

-Square(Forehead, cheekbones, jawline at similar widths. Square, prominent jawline.) 

-Heart (Face strongly tapers to the chin, forehead or chin tend to be prominent) 

-Diamond(Very angled, wider at the temples. ) 

Face Types/Bone Structure: 

-Rounder features

-Sharper featured 



Some other things you can use to describe someone: 

-Skin Tone

-Skin Color

-Skin Type (Oily, dry, ashy, clear, etc) 

-Distinguishing features (Moles, freckles, scars, tattoos, piercings, etc) 

-Eye color

-Eye Shape 

-Hair Color

-Hair Type(Thick, curly, straight, wavy, thin, etc)

-Hair Style (Short, long, messy, neat, kept up, kept down, etc) 

-Eyebrows (Color, shape, style)

-Nose(Round, button, long, wide/large, etc) 

-Lips (Thin, thick, chapped, dry, arched, flat, color, etc) 



-Physical mannerisms (How they walk, move, their posture, how they gesture, etc) 

-Voice (How they talk: Verb and word choice, fast, slow, etc, The sound of their voice: Loud, quiet, soft, harsh, etc) 

-Aura (How they naturally appear/ demeanor/ what people assume before meeting them. Example: Mean, nice, polite, rude, prissy, classy, rebellious, etc.) 

I hope this helps, and if you need anything else, don’t be afraid to ask! 

anonymous asked:

A very sick (out of both ends maybe) Yuuri K who has just moved in with Viktor and is absolutely MORTIFIED to be so ill and probably locks himself in the bathroom until Viktor finally coaxes him into letting him in to help.

Anonymous said: Yuuri sick with both vomiting and diarrhea please?

wow, i don’t know what this even is, but i hope you enjoy, anons XD

WARNING: descriptions of vomit and diarrhea below

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okay, you’ve been warned!  enjoy the fic!

“Yuuri!  I’m home!”  Viktor’s sing-song voice rang through the apartment, but Yuuri didn’t respond.  It physically pained him not to, and he knew that in the long run keeping quiet would only result in Viktor searching for him that much more vigorously, but his vocal chords didn’t seem to be working at the moment.  They’d run away out of embarrassment.  He’d explain it to Viktor later.

“Yuuri?”  Of course, there was no way that Viktor would be willing to wait around without any explanation.  “Yuuri, I thought we moved in together so that we would see more of each other, not so that you would continue hiding from me like you did when we first met.  Unless…”  Yuuri could practically hear the gears of Viktor’s brain turning.  “Hide and seek!  Oh, are we playing hide and seek, Yuuri?  I won’t count this time because you have a head start - and I’m sorry about that, by the way, I ran into Georgi on the way home from the grocery store, and-“

A loud, wet fart echoed off of the toilet on which Yuuri sat, simultaneously cutting Viktor off, and giving away Yuuri’s hiding place.  Viktor’s footsteps neared the bathroom quickly, stopping in front of the door just before he knocked.

“Yuuri, why didn’t you tell me you were in here earlier?”

Yuuri’s hands began to shake violently, and he pulled the trashcan up onto his lap for the third time in the past hour.  He’d yet to use it, but as diarrhea splashed into the toilet water and his nausea continued to intensify, Yuuri knew it was just a matter of time.

Sure enough, as soon as he opened his mouth to answer, Yuuri had to duck his head into the trash can as acidic fluids rushed out of his mouth and nose.  He heard Viktor loudly voicing his concern and Yuuri whimpered, unable to respond as more sick spilled over his lips.  He was shaking so badly that he feared he would drop the trash bin.  Tears rolled down Yuuri’s flushed cheeks and he sniffled, only to throw up again.  

When he was finally able to breathe again, Yuuri was surprised to find that Viktor seemed to have stopped panicking.

“Yuuri?”  This time Viktor’s voice was calm and quiet, a drastic change from what it had been only moments before.  “Can I come in?  I’m worried about you.”

Yuuri felt his already hot cheeks warm up even more at the thought of Viktor - his fiancé, yes, but also his lifelong idol - seeing him in such a miserable state.

“I’m managing,” Yuuri choked out, gasping as a cramp wracked his body.  Unsurprisingly, Viktor wasn’t buying it.

“We’re together so that we can take care of each other, love.  Please let me help?”

“Viktor, I don’t-”  A sob escaped Yuuri’s mouth as he struggled to find words.

“Go on,” Viktor urged quietly.  “I will love you no matter what, Yuuri, I promise.”

“I don’t want you to see me like this,” Yuuri cried, rushing his words out before he started puking again.  Viktor waited until Yuuri finished, and then spoke to him again.

“Do you trust me?”  He asked quietly, and genuinely.  Yuuri got the sense that Viktor was actually uncertain as to how Yuuri would answer, and the thought just about broke his heart.

“Of course!”  Yuuri said instantly, though even then he worried that it wouldn’t be enough to erase Viktor’s doubt.  “Of course I trust you, Viktor,” Yuuri repeated, voice raw and teary.

“Enough to let me see you at your worst?”

Yuuri was silent, processing this question, for a moment.

“You don’t have to, Yuuri!”  Viktor exclaimed after a minute, anxious when he received no immediate response.  “I am not trying to guilt you into it, I promise.  If you really don’t want me to, I will stay here and wait for you.  I didn’t mean-”

“I know,” Yuuri said, cutting Viktor off.  “The door’s unlocked.”

Viktor let out a relieved sigh.  The next thing Yuuri knew, Viktor was telling him to drink water, and asking how long he’d been sick; Viktor was telling him to try putting the thermometer in his mouth, and then his armpit when the first method ended with Yuuri being sick again; and Viktor’s hands were in Yuuri’s hair and on Yuuri’s back, and Viktor’s voice was talking him through everything and saying that it was all going to be okay and and everything about Yuuri’s fiancé - his idol, yes, but more importantly his fiancé and the love of his life - was soft and gentle.

And yes, everything was going to be okay.

Mommy looking for a little or family

Name: Mia
Physical Age: 17
Little age (put N/A if you aren’t a little or a switch) : N/A
Role: Mommy / cg
Preferred Role in Partner: little
Gender and pronouns: female, she/her
General Area You Live In: Ohio
Preferred Gender of Partner: any gender :)
Interests: reading, writing, videogames, listening to music, watching documentaries, taking photographs, making friends in the community
Polyamorous or Monogamous: Mainly mono but always open to poly :)
Description of What You’re Looking for: looking for a little or a family 
Ways to Contact You: 

kik- miaelyssia

insta- shes.not.available

Any Extra Information:

Even if you’re just looking for a friend, I’m here for that too. ^.^

important question!

i wanted to make a post saying i’m over my hiatus for now - due to the semester being over! so thank you to all that were patient, i’ve already updated this blog if any are wanting new content. 

to kick off my hiatus being over (and to celebrate me finishing freshman year of college!) would anyone be interested in match ups? i’ve did them before and it went very well and i’d love to do it again!

for those unsure of what match ups are: you send me a small description of you, usually including personality traits, if you want a gender specific character, if you want you can include physical traits of yourself but it’s not required. then i pick the character i think would work best with you!

please let me know via my inbox or replying on this post if you would be interested in this because i’d love to do it!

edit: match ups are now open!

anonymous asked:

I'd say bad marketing? Like no ad I saw for it implied it being anything more then animals characters singing pop songs? And at least one half or the other of that description probably put people off it. Like what actually was the plot like, you've got me curious?


the characters are super well designed imo, they all have unique personalities and u get attached to them very quickly. at least in my experience sdfjjf

the plot is about a koala named buster moon that wants to save his theater by putting on a singing competition. the 5 main singers all have their own stories going on but the movie never feels all over the place bc of it. 

i can see how it would look super generic at first glance and im super bad at describing things but its so good 10/10 would recommend

YOUR blog description translated.

What the hell did you just say about me, you little bitch? You should know that I graduated from the GSG9 as a year-old student, was involved in several commander companies against Al-Qaeda and had over 300 confirmed killings. I am trained in gorilla warfare and the best sniper in the German Army. You are nothing more than a goal for me. I will wipe you out with an unprecedented precision from the antiquity of this world, remember my damn words. You think you can tell here on the Internet such a shit about me and get by? Better think about it, you wanker. While we are talking here, I have already contacted my secret network of spies and your IP address is being traced back, so you better get ready for the storm, you made. The storm that will wipe out the miserable little thing that you call your “life”. You’re fucking dead again, boy. I could be anywhere at any time, killing you in more than seven hundred different ways, just with my bare hands. But I am trained not only in the unarmed combat, I also have access to the arsenal of the Bundeswehr, and I will do it to the full to blow your miserable ass from this continent, you little shit. If you only knew what an apocalyptic revenge provoked your little “witty” comment, you’d probably have held your damned mouth. But no, you did not get that, you did not want to, and now you’ll pay for it, you fucking idiot. You will drown in my hatred. You’re dead, boy.


Star Trek + Social Commentary (context in the captions)

All @llyn-on-ice and I have been talking about the past few days is an Otayuri Star Wars AU because it was where we were bound to wind up eventually. So, I had to draw them to give her strength for all her work she has to do, and to selfishly try to bribe her to write me more of them because i am w e a  k

(Otabek is a resistance pilot and Yuri is a space prince)

EDIT: My babe posted her little drabble HERE if you want to read how this all starts <3

How Black Panther's Sister Will Play Into The Movie

Even though T'Challa is the one who inherited the Black Panther mantle, he’s not the only talented member of his family. When the Black Panther movie is released early next year, we’ll meet many of the hero’s allies in Wakanda, including his sister, Shuri. Played by Humans star Letitia Wright, Shuri won’t just be supporting T'Challa as he attends to his royal and superhero duties. She’ll also be developing important technology for Wakanda. According to Wright:

“She’s princess of Wakanda, but also she designs all of the new technology there. She has an innovative spirit and an innovative mind, and she wants to take Wakanda to a new place. Also, she has a great fashion sense, better than mine. She’s so vibrant; a beautiful spirit, but also so focused on what she does. And that’s good for other people to see, especially for young people to see, because it’s like, ‘Look, there’s a young black girl who loves technology and she’s from Africa.’ It’s something refreshing.”

Letitia Wright provided this description of what Black Panther’s Shuri will be like while talking with Interview Magazine, describing the character as one of the brightest minds Wakanda has to offer. Just like in the Marvel Comics universe, the Marvel Cinematic Universe’s Wakanda is the most technologically advanced nation on Earth, and it sounds like in recent years, we have Shuri to thank for some of those achievements.


Okay real talk… If the Power Rangers writers were trying to make Kimberly seem straight (trying being the operative word)… Why did she have a girl’s nudes in the first place??? 

Not to mention her having the Bisexual Bob and having a date with Trini in Krispy Kreme

Have you guys seen Joss Whedon’s Wonder Woman Script?

Its horrific. A complete opposite of what the film became. 

Its full of sexualizing descriptions pandering to the male gaze

There’s a lot of feet stuff…. And Diana literally uses her body to sexily dance for the villain in order to get his attention. 

And it just gets worse and worse:

I’m just so glad we got a rewrite and Patty Jenkins, cause this would have been a sexist flop of a film.

i. domesticity

I drink milk every day because my doctor says I need it to grow. Kind of like I need this calcium rush in order to make my bones stronger so I stop cracking them so easily. Preventing them from ever reverting to the weak, knobbly knees of last summer when a boy I had a crush on. Had a crush on, crushed me. Like a pulp. Into grains. Like a spoon grinding up soggy cereal swimming at the bottom of a bowl. I wake up in the middle of the night, remembering I didn’t drink 3 glasses today, and run to the refrigerator in my socks and chug it straight from the gallon, barbaric and yearning like a schoolgirl hitching her skirt up too high, and picture the white flowing through my veins. Softening me. Rounding me out. Giving me curves. I get a brain freeze instead and pray I’ll stop crying over spills and that I can sleep with this cold lurching in my stomach.

ii. vicinity

Maybe one day my hair will stop being so limp in the heat, but I don’t think that kind of thing can be anticipated, so I just have to wait. Girls like me live in the back of an un-air-conditioned convenience store, ratty sweatpants, tight tank tops, and crawl out with week-old receipts bursting from their pockets. Like glued ribcage kind of girls, like elastic hair tie, red marks around the wrist kind of girls. The cashier doesn’t mind when I snag a magazine from the rack and browse through it without paying because no matter how hard I try, I end up looking pre-pubescent anyway. And they let things slide. For a girl like me, at least. I’m saying, lopsided bun, wide eyes, a mouthful of crooked teeth, stars pulling them into their places, I was always too scared to get braces. The cover has some headline about how to enlarge your breasts naturally, which I think might be useful, and another about how to communicate effectively with others without saying hurtful things, which makes me laugh. I flip to the back to check my horoscope and eat that prophetic, adolescent shit catered to the teenage soul up like Eucharist laid under the tongue. Swallow down a spoonful of March’s: “Prepare to face some stress this month, but that’s okay! You’ll be able to get through it and find time to relax.” I want to rip out the page and shove it into my bra, like keeping these soft, meaningless words close to my chest will make them seep into my heart and change me. Stop making me think so much, fill my brain up with Arizona tea and static instead. But I’m cheap, and I shove the magazine back. I think my chest will stay flat forever.

iii. mobilization

I seek healing. Mending. I’m fingernails deep, sitting in the back of a subway at 3 a.m., pressing crescent moons into the leather seat, trying to dig up salvation. You can’t find that here, you can’t find that in the cracks between the tiles, you can’t find comfort in the ground up cigarette butt stamped into the floor. I’m wishing against this fogged up glass I could say anything, anything that would make sense for once, so someone could help me. Like please, my mind is bending in backwards, like please, I don’t think this underdeveloped chest can take any more of this resentment or it’s going to explode through my ribcage, out of my flesh, like please, I don’t want to hurt anymore. And it’s not my fault that I launch myself around like I’m in some sick little competition, pretending I don’t care, like I’m having the time of my life. Of course I’m not, of course I’m not, I don’t think having your hands shake and your brain go fuzzy whenever you think a little too much is fun, something to be documented for the world to see. I guess I’m different from other people that way, I’d rather people think I’m having a good time than actually have one without anyone knowing. I wish I knew how to sew, so I could stitch up my fibrillating heart, no matter how sloppy and crooked, but the needle jabs my finger as the subway lurches left, and I bleed, I bleed, I bleed.

iv. unearthliness

My mom told me not to walk naked in front of the altar. Disrespectful, she called it, and even though I agree, sometimes I test my divinity and emerge from the bathroom, the steam from the shower wafting off smoke like the incense in its pot. Young god, skin tinted green from fake gold. Young god, empty stomach, fruit scooped out of its rind, leaving me seedless. This hatred has roots, and I don’t know whether I want to dig out my insides with my hands or fill myself up until I’m close to bursting. I let people think the scratches on my knees are from a night of alcohol and a boy tugging my hair. Of course, it’s that and not child worship on a scratchy rug, not begging for forgiveness, not praying for glamour and glory, not hoping for. Of course it’s not hoping for something better.

—  this pain lasts in every location