#{dumb headcannons}

[arkangelo-7]

Bruce, high on pain meds: one time I wiped your memory and returned you to the orphanage because you had tried to convince me that Superman didn’t murder my parents.

Dick, also high on pain meds: we listen and we don’t judge

[triona-tribblescore]

He's a little silly but we support him all the same <3

[standingappa]

headcannon that albus is a math genius he just never knew because they don’t teach fucking math at hogwarts

[beebeeswee]

✨just dragon slayer things✨

they're all hoarders. we've seen natsu's house, which is just a giant scrapbook. but i can see gajeel picking up loose screws off the pavement, wendy's pockets being full of shiny rocks and seaglass, or sting's house being filled with sun/light catchers.

they're always putting things in their mouths. wendy was a thumbsucker, laxus is a gum chewer, cobra is a biter, rouge chews the end of pencils when he's thinking and if natsu doesn’t have enough hands to carry something, he’ll just hold it in his mouth.

lizards are cold blooded, and while the dragon slayers DO generate internal heat (since they have human bodies) they're still drawn to the sun. lying in patches of sunlight like cats and sunbathing in the summer.

this carries over into winter, they get cold SO easily. they eat more in winter too, and laxus the diva won't ever take jobs in cold climates (that fur coat is fashion/function).

subtle or extreme emotions are almost always communicated through animalistic sounds. natsu and gajeel growl and roar, erik hisses, and while carla has mostly trained it out of wendy, if she's really surprised or scared the sound she makes is less like a human shout and more like a bark/yelp, or a whimper when she's sad or fearful.

they are very sensory seeking. hands in running water, standing in the breeze, stepping on the pavement a certain way, fidgeting, weighted blankets, jumping and hanging off stuff, listening to music way too loud.

this also means that have strong sensory avoidances. gajeel HATES getting his hair cut, natsu hates the feeling of heavy clothes, erik hates loud noises, rouge doesn't like bright lights (apart from sting's, since he's so accustomed to it), wendy is sensitive to sudden temperature changes

They're very protective of each other. they're like a pack. this also means that they're protective of each other's partners. rouge might not know levy, but he walks her home after late night trips to the library, completely silently. it unnerved her the first time, but now she enjoys the company and he lets her talk in any language she wants. laxus will watch dozens of people struggle to reach things only his giant self can without helping, but will pass things down for Lucy without her asking. wendy and freed's underrated friendship! he thinks he's taking care of wendy because she's his boyfriend's little sister, and she thinks she's protecting her brother's boyfriend - which results in them being drawn to each other in anxious situations, sitting next to each other in unfamiliar or loud places.

[cautiouscrab2eletricboogaloo]

I don’t know how to explain this but:

Trina: instagram reels mom

Jason: chess dot com fiend

Whizzer: block blast warrior

Marvin: Facebook marketplace victim

Cordelia: Sourdough starter Reddit user

Charlotte: Luigi Mangione Stan

Mendel: YouTube shorts creature

[tanky-baby]

David Shaw was unwillingly taught about the omegaverse.

[basicallymikewheeler]

One of my biggest pet peeves is when in cannon compliant fanfiction authors completely take away Mike’s logical thinking and make him a useless obstacle in the way of, will per se (who they make a total badass who is 100% perfect shot with a gun even though we’ve seen him hold a gun once when he was 12, very shaken up at that and while Will does have knowledge of the upside down, hes totally not the agile fighter you think he is, and thats okay! He doesn’t have to be a fighter to be helpful.)

Anyway, back to my mike point. He is also, very much not a fighter, as we see when he got absolutely decked by Billy, but he is extremely logical and is always using his intelligence in situations.

Mike has been washed down to be a dumb, no thoughts oblivious character which is simply not true, his smarts has helped the team over and over again, whether thats lifting a whole car with a bunch of teenagers with the power of friendship! (physics), creating a base plan to stop Billy or realising that the secret unkown hero agent man left his number secretly in his pen.

and we can see him try to stay focused in life or death situations, like the shoot out, where he’s trying to focus on unkown hero agent man and also protecting will, and also trying not to shit his pants

And even when hes all out of logic, he still goes in head first trying to protect his friends, and even if it does no physical damage, it does help distract the threat from hurting his friends, even if its just for a second

Mike wheeler is not just a dumb useless character!!!! half these bitches wouldnt be alive if it werent for him 😭💔

[dono-cho]

after work doodle

[azuriiarts]

If there is one thing that I wish the entirety of gravity falls' fandom all knew is that Ford was not trying to separate Dipper and Mabel before weirdmageddon. Especially not for a dumb reason like "He's self projecting onto them too hard"

Because

1) Mabel resembling Stan??? Not only is every cannon interaction between them positive, but even if Mabel reminds him of Stan, she would remind him of the version of Stan that didn't ruin his future, just the version that liked fun and cared. The version he very dearly misses.

2) Where in the show does it indicate he doesn't apprentice her for such a reason?? Is it just headcannon?

Because one thing the show makes abundantly clear is that Ford has major trust issues due to his trauma. I wouldn't blame him, as his main and really only support system after Fiddleford's portal incident ended up wanting to tear his world apart due to their strong denial. That is a tangent I won't be getting into. BUT the show could not make it clearer he has difficulty trusting.

The reason he would want to apprentice Dipper is because he showed him a deep paranoia that he also shared, and since Ford learned that paranoia is good as it keeps you alive from Bill, this is a great thing. That's why he praises Dipper for almost memory wiping him, as he saw Dipper capable of defending himself against Bill Cypher's manipulation. Also, in the episode that Ford proposes that Dipper should be his apprentice, Dipper also proved he could handle highly dangerous situations, meaning he could handle some of the things Ford learned to handle. Dipper showed Ford he could be trusted as he wouldn't get manipulated by Bill or be killed by the environment.

Mabel, while he really likes that kid, is very emotional and empathetic. One thought I could very easily see Ford thinking is "Mabel could very easily be manipulated by Bill Cypher" She might have the physical might (refer to the mabelcorn episode) but it alone cannot protect her from Bill, as he is a MANIPULATOR. What if he reveals information to her that could be fuel to Bill's manipulation? Being Ford's apprentice would mean that you are likely to deal with Bill too because he just won't stop tormenting him, and saw that Dipper was the only one that could truly handle the dangers of Bill Cypher. If Bill somehow possesses him, he knows Dipper would do the right thing, and he knows Mabel would hesitate.

Separating them was a consequence he didn't forsee as his reasoning for offering apprenticeship to Dipper had nothing to do with the twins' relationship, and it would make Mabel trusting BlendinBill because Ford told nothing to Mabel that much more thematically better. The show is about trust, and due to Ford's lack of trust in his family, it ended up endangering them.

Tell me, what is more satisfying? Ford maliciously trying to create a gap between the twins for no good reason or a traumatised Ford with trust issues learning to trust? THE ENTIRETY OF THE WEIRDMAGEDDON TRILOGY IS ABOUT TRUST, WHY WOULD IT BE KICK-STARTED BY ANYTHING THAT ISN'T TRUST RELATED?????

[winn-wynn]

How I think the Weasley siblings cross the street when a car waves at them across to go cause why the fuck not

Bill: waves back and walks normally across the street. He takes his time though :(

Charlie: doesn’t even look he just sprints like his life depends upon it. Youre stressed. He deals with dragons he can handle a car hitting him he doesn’t care

Percy: nods at you and walks with a purpose across the street. The best type cause he’s a fast walker. (Not like he’s gay or anything. Gay people walk fast)

Fred: if he’s alone, he’s usually normal. He waves back and does a little half shuffle half walk across. When he’s with George there’s a whole production and bet whether or not they can sprint across without getting hit.

George: once again, if he’s alone, he’s sort of normal but he just half shuffled across. With Fred it’s a dramatic affair. One time they even pretended to get hit just to be annoying with a musical and dance number.

Ron: swaggers across the street with his long legs. I love him but I know he strolls across with not a care in the world. He’s just chilling.

Ginny: iconic, struts across with a purpose. She has places to go places to be. nothing wrong.

Harry, cause why not: he definitely full on runs across the street out of sheer shame bc he doesn’t want to make the car wait. Deadass probably gets hit by car at least once

Hermione cause why the fuck not as well: is legit normal and how we all strive to be when crossing the street. No shame, just a simple wave and nod and crosses just fine.

[nekobami]

PLEASE DO RUBBERRICKY

THE CARTOONY BOY??? OF COURSE HE - Got you my dear lad!!

[no sound]DAY 12 - RUBBER RICK! THE FLOOR IS YOURS!!! [This OC belongs to: @rubberricky of course!]

[yestoeverything]

Adding to this cyberformed human supremacy remember, our brain/biology LIMITS our bodies from using our full strength otherwise we'd be ripping our muscles off our bones so hard they'd break. So imagine, Autobots with their cyberformed humans fighting the Decepticons when suddenly one of the Bots gets seriously hurt. Then the human is suddenly on the attacker like a pissed off honey badger with the one they were fighting suddenly has half their face caved in.

I would imagine miko doing this for bulkhead in tfp.

I would imagine Bulkhead made the wrong move and got himself critically damaged. As research has shown, when humans feel that their pack or themselves is in danger, they push past their limits. Even a normal human might lift a car in some real-life situations, so imagining hyper-enhanced cyberformed humans, they could maybe lift a cargo ship or spacecraft that carries maybe four people, max. Heck i heard of a human fighting with a bear and fighting to the death and bears are crazy strong.

So, putting this in that situation, I would imagine the bot that hurt Bulkhead is in for a rude awakening. They have a punch that rattles their entire being, plus an almost animalistic protective mode. Every bot can feel and hear the screams of a human; their goal is to protect her friends and family, and she will do anything to accomplish that goal.

That bot that hurt Bulkhead is absolutely bodied by Miko, and everyone suddenly remembers that humans are now on an equal battlefield with them. They have no idea if our limits can be surpassed beyond what they initially believed; now no one is sure how to think about that.

Our limits can be surpassed when we need it to be

Can theirs?

[benbird]

am I crazy or do mark and sarita kinda look like they could be travis's parents

[arkangelo-7]

How hilarious would it be if Batman had a speaker in his cowl (for like crowd control purposes or something, idk) but every once in a while someone manages to override the security system and blast “SexyBack” and “Womanizer” at full volume and Bats has to walk-of-shame back to the Zeta so he can go get it fixed at the Batcave. Meanwhile the entire League is cackling.

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 12

Part 1 Part 11

Steve’s starting to like Eddie the Freak Munson. It would be a problem if he thought they’d ever get out of here. He can almost hear Carol’s derision and Tommy’s violence should Eddie deign to speak to him in front of witnesses. They’d snicker into their milk cartons about torrid love affairs and queerness being communicable, as if there was no other reason for Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson to be seen together. 

It would take minutes for Carol’s whispers to grow sharp, teeth bared into listening ears until Steve joins Eddie as person non grata to the Hawkins populace. Tommy would find Eddie opening his locker and slam his head into it, using fists and nails and slurs to make his opinion known. 

Steve misses them. 

But, he has Eddie now. Eddie, who says what he means. Who’s bandaged Steve up, pulled him off bathroom floors and grocery store aisles, and vine-filled alleyways. And he’s so goddamn distracting, Steve sometimes forgets how scared he is.

“Dungeons and dragons is like, for the creme de le creme, Harrington,” he says, pacing the length of his shoebox living room, gesturing wildly with one hand while the other throws his fucked-up dice up and down with surprising dexterity. “While you jocks are playing your sports ball, the rest of us are learning the ways of the blade.”

Steve laughs. “No, fucking way, man.”

Eddie spins, waggling his finger condescendingly in Steve’s face, towering over him where he’s seated on the Munson’s springy couch. “The blade is metaphorical, my liege, but the mettle we test and the bonds we strengthen are not!”

Steve leans back in his seat, slouching away from Eddie’s closeness. “You’re such a nerd.” He means it as a joke, but the way Eddie’s mouth twists makes regret curdle in his intestines. “So how does this work?” he asks, gesturing to the die now clutched in Eddie’s palm.

Eddie smiles, still leaning over him, dimples popping, before dropping to sit crisscross in front of Steve with alarming speed. He holds his hand out, throwing the die into Steve’s lap.

“Now, we’re talking Stevie,” Eddie says, flapping his hands, before shoving them beneath his butt and letting his bent knees flap instead. “It’s easy.”

Steve looks down at the die. It’s white and translucent, the red of the light from the windows turning it a soft pink. The edges feel almost sharp as he turns it over in his fingers, counting the sides. The numbers aren’t like normal dice, with the dots. They’re just numbers, slowly counting up, 1, 2, 3, all the way to twenty. 

“There’s a dungeon master, moi,” he says, gesturing with grandiosity toward himself, “who spins a tale for the rest of the party.” Steve nods along, like he knows what a party means, or what a dungeon master is. “Alright, you ready, Stevie?”

“What? Munson, I didn’t agree to–”

Eddie jumps up, making Steve startle back, barely keeping hold of the die. “Sir Steven, arrives at the front of a castle. It’s covered in vines, they’re trailing up the windows, making it impossible to see the glass that covers them.” 

Steve glances at the windows of the Munson trailer, the way the vines have blocked out more of the light, leaving trailing shadows like vines to cast shapes across the stained carpet. 

“Sir Steven unmounts his horse,” Eddie says, miming lifting his leg off an imaginary beast and jumping down to the ground. Steve can almost picture it. “What do you do?”

Eddie’s making an almost uncomfortable amount of eye contact, eye’s shining with more life than he’s shown in what has to be days. “I go into the castle,” Steve replies, voice lilting in question. Is there a right answer?

Eddie claps his hands three times, quick and quiet, grinning as he drops back down, this time on the coffee table,  leaning toward Steve. “Roll the die.”

Steve looks down at the die in his hand. He leans to the side, rolling it on the table by Eddie’s side. The clatter it makes as it bounces sounds loud in the absence of this world. It stops. Steve leans over at the same time as Eddie, Eddie’s hair tickling the back of his neck with the way it trails down. 

“A nineteen!” Eddie says excitedly. “The door knob turns easily, both unlocked and well-oiled enough not to make a sound despite its apparent age. You walk into the castle. It’s dark in the foyer, but there’s a candle inexplicably lit, beckoning you up the stairs. Your armored feet clack loudly on the worn-down wooden floors as you walk up them. You reach the candle, what do you do?”

“I pick up the candle?” Steve asks. 

Eddie picks up the die, putting it back into Steve’s hands. He rolls it. “Three?”

Eddie clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “Just as you pick up the candle, it’s as if a breeze rolls through the whole castle. You keep a hold on the candlestick, but the flame goes out. You freeze. Sir Steven, you’re practically shaking in your boots! And then, a voice, dark and grating snarls out of the darkness in front of you, ‘who dares disturb my slumber??”

Steve looks down at the die, that damning three staring back at him. “So, low numbers make bad things happen, and high numbers make something good?” he asks. 

Eddie waffles his hand back and forth, “sorta,” he says, pickup the die up off the coffee table and throwing it in the air again. “It’s more like, whether or not you complete that one action you list correctly. Like, a one is going to make you miss your target if you’re firing at something, yeah, but it doesn’t say anything about whether you should’ve been firing the gun in the first place.”

Steve digests this. “It’s kind of like sports stats,” he says, thinking aloud. “A high number of assists means you’re helping get the ball in the hoop, but it doesn’t say anything about how the game’s gonna go.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Eddie replies. 

SIlence falls between them, the only sound the quiet slap of the die hitting Eddie’s palm. Steve waits. And waits. And waits. His impatience grows, “Well?”

Eddie snaps his eyes to Steve’s face, brow furrowed. “Well, what?”

“What happens with the sleeping dude?”

Eddie’s eyes open wide, more whites than pupil, as his mouth drops open, seemingly shocked by something Steve doesn’t understand. It takes him a second to continue, but he does.

Steve fights off some old magical wizard dude, destroying the castle and breaking the wizard’s curse in the process. He crumbles to dust. It’s kind of sad. He tells Eddie as much, only to get laughed at.

“He was tired, man,” he says. “All he wanted was for his nightmare to end, and someone to help him rest.”

Steve looks back at the vines crawling up the windows, and can’t help but empathize. 

“I don’t know man,” he says. “Sports seem easier.”

Eddie laughs. “Sports are boring, Harrington. What’s there even to like about throwing a ball through a hoop like a bunch of cavemen?”

“It’s like,” Steve starts, before stalling out. Staring down at his knees. He’s still thinking about the wizard and how sad and tired he must’ve been. There’s something to be said about a game that doesn’t leave you in a moral quandary, wondering if assisted suicide is okay if the dude is tired and old enough. 

“It’s like, when I’m swimming, or running the ball up the court, I’m so in my body that I’m out of it, you know?” Steve asks. “I don’t have to think about anything but the next step. Does that make sense?”

When he looks up from his knees, Eddie’s cheeks are rosy, and he’s holding a piece of hair in front of his mouth again. “Sure,” he says, voice almost squeaking out before he clears it, dropping it past his normal register, “That makes sense.”

Steve laughs. “Whatever, man.”

There are two feelings warring in Steve’s stomach. He’s more comfortable, here on a ratty couch playing a nerd game with Eddie Munson than he can ever remember being. He’s terrified of getting out, terrified of staying here, terrified of what waits for them outside these walls.

The feelings coalesce in his stomach, making him queasy. Or maybe he’s just hungry. He can almost smell the bacon frying on the griddle, can almost see Eddie in the booth across from him. 

Maybe they can play his nerd game while they wait for a coffee refill. Steve sighs, not thinking of Tommy and Carol at all. 

Part 13

[headcannonsandotherthings]

So, an X-Men headcanon (specifically 97’ if it was set in modern day) I have is that Jean and Ororo would absolutely be obsessed with Nara Smith and would try to recreate her recipes (in full length ballgowns/fancy atire) before they would be kicked out by Gambit because THEY WERE IN HIS KITCHEN-

20 minutes later, they see Gambit making a homemade meal from scratch in a tuxedo for Rogue… and Rogue is just sitting there wanting the food NOW instead of waiting two hours for the damn dough to rise…