#::headcanon

[bothsidesofaquestion]

::headcanon of the day::

I don’t talk about Kurt’s physical abilities as much as I should. I’ve mentioned before how much of an amazing dancer he is once and that he can basically dance any rhythm if he is up to.

But, this is thanks to the incomparable elasticity he has, those joints and spine are rather unique and they can be comparable to a feline’s -comparable only, he is beyond that- and his muscle memory is like no other’s; that helps him to copy any dance move he’d wanted.

And he loves to dance, that’s something he doesn’t do enough. I mean, he’s all around dealing with missions, Krakoa and shit. Someone take him to dance!

[liraspins]

never acid again

headcanon tw: detailed drug use, mental breakdown

x It was her friends, Kiwis, 20th birthday and as usual, the crew had picked out a nice outside spot, right at the city center of course, to celebrate. And also like usual, a lot of people showed up, not just invited people but also other roamers who heard the ruckus and were checking out the party. Lira found herself in somewhat of a conversation with one of these roamers, weird guy, but trustworthy. She thought at least. After a few minutes of talking he offered to give her his last two LSD tickets. Even though Lira already made the experience that hallucinogens had never really did good deeds for her before. But thinking her social status would lower if she said no, she couldn't resist the offer on this great evening. So Lira, with her sixteen years of experience decided to try acid for the first time. For the first hour Lira didn't feel anything and decided it was a good idea to take the second ticket. The guy she got them from had since disappeared. All the sudden she noticed that the people around her looked at her funny. A sense of paranoia swept over her and she went looking for a trustworthy person. Dante. Her brother. He'll tell me what's going on. He always helped, sober or not. The crowd had gotten bigger and louder as it had gotten later into the night. So Lira gathered her confidence and started asking people if they had seen her brother, describing him to the teeth and only harvesting weird looks. Her body felt wonky and her sight shifted involuntarily. Finally, Kiwi! She always knows where Dante's at! "Kiwi!" she was convinced that she sounded clear as day. Kiwi turned around to face her, beer in hand. Her green hair was somehow especially green this evening. "Have you seen Dante? I can't find him…" Lira slurred and her friends face dropped. Why isn't she answering?

Instead she looked Lira up an down with a concerned expression and landed on her eyes. "Lira, you have plates for eyes! What did you take?" "Why won't you tell me where my brother is?" Liras speech began to clear and a panic rushed over her. At this point the girl had already forgotten about the tickets in her system. Kiwis teasing smile faded once more and she stood in silence for what felt like hours.

She's not gonna tell me? Why? Is he still home? "Wait!" Kiwi exclaimed as Lira stormed away.

x And that was the last thing Lira remembered before she stood in front of her house, struggling to get up the stairs. How did I get here? Did I walk all the way? Her bodily functions didn't cooperate with her anymore and all her senses were giving her all kinds of misinformation. Someone was yelling her brothers name! It sounded like a young child. It sounded desperate. And the calls were left unanswered. Is that me...?

x After a blink of an eye Lira suddenly found herself In Dantes room. As if someone had just spawned her there. Finally, she made it. Morning had already broken it seemed. Where was I all night? The first sun rays cracked through dusty curtains, covering the whole room in silence. The silence was deafening for Lira and she started to feel her body again. Her shaky, cold fingers, her wet feet, exhausted lungs. Did she have bruises on her hip? All the sudden Lira felt like she fell down a set of stairs over and over again. Like her body had just aged twenty years.

Dante is not here. And he hasn't been for two years. All of this was so clear to her all the sudden. The sobering realization that she got just fucked up on acid hit her like a truck. The silence of this house exploded inside her head, and as she turned to walk away her knees betrayed her and just dipped. Breaking down crying on his bed. Her heart beating so fast and her brain sending her distorted visions of what she thought to be her brother, mother and self. Non stop.

x "Lira?" she didn't know if it had been minutes, hours, or days but she remained laying on the dusty bed of her brothers room, motionless, collecting a puddle of what was probably sweat and tears beneath her. Until she heard her name being called by two familiar voices. Her mom? No, impossible, she wouldn't care to find out where I am. "Lira? We've been looking for you everywhere!" it where Dodo and Kiwi. Relief overcame her. She lifted her head. It felt like lifting a mountain. "Oh my god, what are you doing?!" Kiwi asked teasingly as she helped her up, trying to keep it all humorous. "Never acid again."

[ncmvds]

|| Putting this here before I forget, but Eve's birthday is December 17th

[bumblingbabooshka]

Vulcan teen on Vulcan [tiktok] saying "I have just lost track of my father in the grocery store." The camera turns to show the viewers the grocery store in which almost every single older middle-aged man has a bowlcut and long robes. Camera turns back to show the teen's face which is expressionless and yet communicates all it needs to.

[animentality]

[doodleswithangie]

headcanon that stan hates wearing glasses (for many reasons) and went without them for years until he really needed them

[Image Description: Comic of a younger Stanley Pines from "Gravity Falls." Alt text is provided and copied below the cut. End ID]

A younger Stan squints at his blurry reflection in the mirror, leaning in really close to see himself clearly. He sighs and grabs a pair of Ford's glasses on the dresser. Putting them on, he stares at his reflection. "Welp," he says, "this is unsettling."

He turns away from the mirror to adjust his tie, saying, "But it can't be helped." His reflection is now a disheveled Ford, mirroring Stan.

[mountainshroom]

If she has no fans call the ambulance cause I am dead

[fckbatmanhiskidsareminenow]

multilingual batkids. they learn each others languages so they can mix and match. for example:

tim in french: have you figured out how we’re gonna tell b we’re not going to that gala yet?

damian in arabic: no i thought that was thomas’ job?

duke french: me? no jason said he’d do something

jason in arabic: hey don’t drag me into this!

dick in romani: i’m gonna kill him i really i am

steph in russian: who are we killing?

dick in english: ah! nobody! wait i didn’t know you spoke romani

tim in greek: you’re an asshole

jason in english: wait my greek is rusty say it again slowly

tim in greek: you’re an asshole

jason: …. you motherfucker

cass signing: nice drawing

damian in chinese: thank you

dick yelling at bruce about something he did

jason in spanish: what language is he speaking right now?

tim also in spanish: uh all of them i think

jason: does bruce even know-

tim: no he doesn’t

[heart-locket-musicboxless]

There are three kinds of LGBT headcanons:

Actual queer coding / metaphors ("Nimona is trans because her creator made her as a way to express his feelings as a trans person")

Vibes ("Link is genderless because I said so")

It's funny ("Phoenix Wright is asexual because he's the Ace Attorney")

[chic-beyond-the-wall]

More medieval dyes for y'all!

[ahfrickenfrick]

vicki vale: and what do you have to say about the rumors that Bruce Wayne and Batman are the same person?

12 year old, newly appointed robin, jason todd: ??? that would be really weird cause i’ve literally seen them kiss before??

bruce: *in the Wayne tower, popping up from his paperwork* …something just happened…

[bothsidesofaquestion]

::random headcanon of the day::

In this blog we praise, stan and encourage Kurt with yellow pupils. Thanks to X2 and X-Men: Evolution for encouraging this little headcanon of mine.

I don’t have anything against full yellow/non pupil eyes, I love them but I’m all for the realism and the tapetum lucidum effect so, that’s how this blog rolls.

[bats-and-the-birds]

Situation where Clark has formed a tentative working relationship with Batman, but somewhere in that time, Batman acquired Robin and, naturally, didn't tell him.

Clark finds out about Robin's existence when a ten year old Dick Grayson in full Robin gear breaks into his apartment at two in the morning and shakes him awake because Batman's missing and Alfred's away and Bruce taught him that, in the case of emergency, Superman was one of the only people he could trust. Bruce just didn't think to tell Clark that he was, by all means, his son's emergency contact.

Clark: -wakes up to a small boy that he's never seen or heard of before in a cape and a mask with lenses that reflect light like a cat's perched on the edge of his bed in a pitch black room-

Dick, calmly: Hey, Batman's -- stop screaming -- Batman's missing. I need help.

[ncmvds]

|| A friend got me thinking about this, but I feel like most Hatooiens would probably help the revolutionary army if they got the chance. It just kinda makes sense with everything that's happened with them throughout their history.

|| Nova would likely be an exception to joining (along with most of the kids- she'd make sure of that tbh) just because she feels she has a responsibility to get the more-vulnerable of her folks somewhere safe again. She'd still approve of any other adults who wanted to join up tho.

|| I can see it being a potential ending to their story: they're all sick of running away and so close to being killed-off. They'll find a new refuge and fight for their lives or make their last stand right there.

[incorrectbatfam]

The only acceptable trans Tim headcanon would be Tim introducing himself to the batfam as a boy from the get-go with such confidence that no one questions him. Then, his first solo case as Robin is investigating the disappearance of Jack and Janet Drake's "daughter," so he pretends to have a twin sister by forging a bunch of documents and photoshopping family pictures. He then fabricates evidence of her death, committing multiple crimes in the process, and holds a fake funeral at the end. Because if his previous name is dead to him, he's gonna kill it the Tim Drake way