Meet The Bakers
(From top left to bottom right)
Isaac Baker. He’s 9, he likes the supernatural. Werewolves, vampires, ghosts. Anything like that. His older siblings think it’s weird that a 9 year old would like that stuff, but he doesn’t care.
Eleven Baker. He’s 11 and he doesn’t just love space. He is obsessed with it. He absolutely loves the fact that there are other worlds out there and other kinds of people. Aliens and robots and other planets are his forte.
Sherlock Baker. He 13. He’s more intelligent than the average 13 year old. Actually, more intelligent than anyone he knew outside of his family. He does experiments all the time, even in the diner around others. He’s forced his siblings to help him on more than one occasion.
Draco Baker. He’s 15. Not much to say about him. He’s pretty unsocial to anyone outside of his family. He’s very smart, like the rest of their family. He likes too learn, but he isn’t fond of High School. He knows that brothers shouldn’t pick a favorite sibling, but if he was asked, he’d say Sherlock without another thought.
Loki Baker. He’s 17, the oldest boy in the family. He likes science and pranks. He’s the trickster of the family. It doesn’t help that he’s the best liar anyone’s ever met. He’s a very good at cooking and does it for the rest of them when they’re not eating at the diner. Belle never could do it very well.
Belle Baker. she’s 22, the oldest of the family. She’s basically they’re mom. She’s been taking care of them since their parents died when she was 18. They all pretty much rely on her. She loves books, reading and she adores her brothers. Although, not all the time. She’s very responsible, hard working and mature. She works at her family’s (Now owned by their godmother) diner and at their towns library.
*is still unaware why I haven’t deleted this blog yet*
HIS NAME IS GEORGE PERCY
HIS NAME IS GEORGE PERCY
HIS NAME IS GEORGE FUCKING PERCY
Don’t ever say George fucking Percy again pls
^ OH MY GOD
we’re all getting arrested for this
I have to believe the President would die laughing at these.
are we just ignoring John Watson’s really tight shirt?
because hot damn
and obviously we know why
because he learned from this fucker
its even weirder because it looks like the same fucking shirt
One shirt to tight them all
One button to bind them
One thread to rip them all and in the bareness find them.
no but the best part is how he got the name:
his name was originally “potatoes,” and his owner, willoughby bertie, told the stable lad who helped him to write the horse’s name on a feed bin. the boy misheard it as, literally “pot-eight-o’s” and wrote it with 8 o’s. bertie found it so funny that he kept that as the horses name.
not even a third wheel cause i dont have two friends
Hank Hill looked unamused; he wasn’t in the mood for this Tropius’s ‘weeaboo’ antics. “Listen here, I tell ya what,” he said. “This is America, and in America we don’t make them ka-watcha call it faces.”
if a boy gets too close just bring up ur period they’ll back down because they’re WEAK boys are WEAK