#ITS CANON TO ME

[soliiform]

Benny was kicking his feet while writing the note he leaves after the black widow scene

[tiredcowboyy]

I hope everyones having a great week aside from the person that decided to remove the sigil scene from merlin

[beautysnake]

ok ok out of all the various different interpretations of Narinder I love how we just all collectively went "this man struggles navigating social situations" and shot him with the autism beam

[arrowheadedbitch]

The first time Tim and Kon kissed, Kon got a little too overexcited and accidentally broke one of Tim's teeth.

[mitskikissme]

[ana-cantskywalker]

Ok but imagine Hera on Lothal, still on maternal leave from having Jacen, doing whatever she can to help rebuild the city while she can't be out fighting.

Imagine her, dead on her feet from having a baby but still helping the relief work to those most affected by the Empire. Helping the elderly who had been displaced for being less useful to the empire.

Imagine her meeting an elderly woman with teal-blue eyes that almost look familiar, and immediately feels a connection with her. The woman is kind and asks Hera why she is so weary, Hera tells her about Jacen. She gives her advice on how too get him to sleep through the night.

Imagine her talking about her own son, born all those years ago before the Empire even existed, with her eyes and his father's dark hair. Her little boy who she'd known was special since the day he was born, who had been chosen by the then respected Jedi to train among them. Her little boy who she missed dearly and worried about daily, especially when the Jedi were marked as terrorists.

Imagine Hera sharing stories of the Jedi that were apart of her family, and how much she missed them daily, about how she both worried and wished that Jacen had the same abilities as his father.

Imagine Hera asking her what her son's name was, on the miniscule chance one of her contacts might be able to find intel on what his fate was, and the woman responds

Caleb Dume

[pinkeoni]

WILL BYERS IN EVERY EPISODE Episode #403: THE MONSTER AND THE SUPERHERO

[mood-owl]

the aftermath of the battle

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[cephalopistol]

GO, MY GAGGLE OF AUTISTIC TRANSMASC ASSHOLES WHO ACT LIKE THEY'RE HOT SHIT BUT ARE ACTUALLY SOPPING WET LOSERBOYS AND EVERYONE KNOWS IT

[quackquackcey]

“Mieszko”

regarding this reblog on the fic I just posted:

sAME OMG HARD SAME 🤝🤝🤝

One of my alltime favorite headcanons is that Derek calls Stiles by the nickname “Mieszko” so I insert that into literally all my fics I think lmao 🤌

I like to imagine through any & all AUs or canon divergences that Stiles has only ever let 1 person in his life call him by his first name, & that person was his mom. Ever since then, his first name is offlimits, stored away in the dredges of his mind that he keeps buried because it’s too painful otherwise—until Derek.

It’s an innocent question that Derek asks at some point in their relationship, “What’s your first name?”, & Stiles tells him of course, playing it casual, steadying his heartbeat from the panic that automatically accompanies it now. It feels rusty on his tongue now, & it tastes a little like blood, but the way Derek echoes him, turning the word on his tongue with wonder, somehow soothes him & squeezes his chest at the same time.

He never tells Derek about his hangups with his first name, of course. He says he prefers Stiles because it’s short, simple, feels more like him, plus he doesn’t have to explain how to pronounce it to literally everyone—all of which are also true.

Nothing really changes. Derek still calls him Stiles.

Until it does change, and randomly, reserved for quiet moments, for mundane everyday moments, Derek begins calling him “Mieszko” from time to time. When he makes Stiles coffee, when he greets Stiles in the morning, when he snuggles with Stiles in his arms and when he keeps Stiles in his bed.

Stiles’ heart races everytime. At first he thinks it’s from panic, dread—remnants of those last memories of his mom—& he doesn’t know what to do about it or what to tell Derek.

But then he realizes it’s not that.

It’s fear. It’s longing. It’s joy. All in one, like a flashing warning signal that he’s let someone get closer to him than ever, let someone inside his walls of sarcastic wit and jokes that he’s not even completely aware he put up.

Derek wakes up in the morning with bleary eyes, limbs entangled amidst Stiles’, & murmurs a sleepy “‘Morning, Mieszko,” & Stiles wants to cry.

The more Derek calls him that, the more it dawns on him. It feels intimate. It feels raw.

And despite it all, it feels…safe, & Stiles knows what that means. He’s long passed that warning signal. Before he knew it, home has become inside Derek’s arms. Home has become the way Derek calls his first name, that personal nickname that he’d never let anyone else use.

His heart never fails to skip a beat when he hears Derek murmur “Mieszko” in that rough, velvet voice of his, always soft, always tender, no matter how much time passes or how many times Derek calls him by that name. His chest squeezes and his body warms.

Sometimes he wants to cry.

Other times he wants to laugh, because perhaps the best part is that Derek has no clue about any of this, how much it means to him.

No, for Derek, calling him “Mieszko” is simply another way of his many ways of expressing his wholehearted affection, never holding anything back because despite all that Derek has suffered, he doesn’t know how to hold back, still oh-so-soft on the inside.

And Stiles loves him all the more for it.

thank you for listening to my TED talk, im not normal about this LMAO ndsnnssj

[pdsnph]

[wassupmygays]

every day i think about a post i saw on here one time that talks about ponyboy being queer and his future grappling that. and it alludes to sodapop being involved in the stonewall riots and i fear i will never ever stop thinking about that

[menofprogress]

We did it Joe

[alternishicons]

T4T Ghostpunk icons?Since it's semi-canon

matching trans4trans ghostpunk icons

[thankstothe]

[cheruv-ii]

Ben is absolutely a nail biter, not even just when he's anxious, sometimes when he rests his head on his hand he'll catch himself subconsciously biting his thumbnail while doing whatever hes doin. He starts painting his nails with the stuff that tastes absolutely rancid to try and stop it. In this essay I will-