#anyway. yeah that’s it that’s the headcanon. sorry about that.

[stans-kissing]

I DEBATED posting this cuz its kinda rough but um TW NONCON!!! harcore stle But uughghhjmmm i been thinking about this one quote "i'll make you a victim if you really want to be one." with stancest. i gave you guys two fluff ish posts so now i have to hit you with the dark shit sorry baby

like… hhghgng… idk what time this would rake place i think id make more sense w paranoid ford but i relayly like to think of it when ford first comes back, hes still mad at all hell at stan and like.fucking hates his guts and blames everything on him. also kidna a personal headcanon but i think bc of his experiences in the multiverse and eevrything he has really bad episodes where hess just in like fits of blind rage or like sobbing in the corner no inbewtween tknow s olike And he was also sexually abused by their father that stan never knew about. thats important here too.

anyways when he sees stan and idfk mayeb they get into an argument or soething and ford just loses it. maybe theyre aguing about stan getting kicked out and stan says smth like You left me to fend for myself!! do you even know what i had to do to survive!! and ford fucking snaps because what the fuck does stan know about suriving his life was fucking hell when stan left because his protector was gone and fords father had a whhoooole lot of anger and a son that looked a lot like the guy who caused it and then ford also had to go through everything with bill and with the portal and yeah you get it and thast when he says "you dont know the first fucking thing about suriving stanley, you want to be a victim so bad. hwo about i make you one?" or something like that and then ford has him pinned to the floor before stan can even fight back and we all know ford can overpower stan (refrencing when ford gets oiut of portalh e pins stan dpwn ok thats my proof) and stan is yelling and protesting and sos someone say that boy

but ford is long gone, turned into a picture of their father as he forces stan to relive everything ford went to, growling and snarling about how stans a fucking idiot who doesnt understand what true struggles are, how he has no idea what ford couldve gone throuhg, how this is all hes good for, this is all he deserves. and to add another layer to this you could throw in the idea that stan was also sexuallity abused by their dather, and ford just didnt know so not only is he gettinf r4ped by his brother, hes alspo being sent back in time to when his fatehr would do this to him. yeah hes going through it

idk anywasy time skip or something and ford finishes in stans ass and that is when he comes down and realizesOh my fucking god what have i done.oOhmgod oh my god im no better than our father if anything im worse i . oh mu god he is NOT okay. post nut clarity hits him like a TANK and he pulls out and stumbles away muttered half-assed "im sorry- imsorry-" because he cant breathe he cant talk he cant he cant he cant

and stan is just.. so terribly broken, cheeks flushed and wet this tears, throat sore from holding in his voice and yelling, shaking like a leaf and he cant even bring himseld to turn around and look at ford becuase he thinks he'll see his father standing there instead

thats all i got ok bye

[horror-beeings-artandwriting]

PLEEEEEEASE DROP ANY BUILDERMAN X MASC READER HCS YOU HAVE I AM STARVING I HAVE NOTHIIIING /silly

DW POOKIE I SHALL GIVE U FOOD!!!

Prompt: headcanons

Pronouns: He/Him reader

Character: Builderman(Blocktales)

Note: sorry if this is short, idk how to write him to well yet!

Builderman I’d like to think it’s a really good boyfriend! Yeah sure! He can’t really cook, and he comes home covered in mystery dust and oddly colored stains…along side the random burn marks on his arms because he wanted to test out a creators new obby… Okay he’s a little dumb.. but that’s okay! He loves to talk to you about the new creations he’s seen, about how he can’t wait until they go public, talking about how he’ll take you! He carves little bits and pieces of wood to make you things! He also knows how to sew so, he’s your personal tailor now! (This is cuz all the og cosmetics were made by Roblox-) He’s very overprotective when it comes to you, you’re his boyfriend! No one can treat you poorly on his watch! Otherwise…(insert picture of builderman smacking someone with the banhammer here) When he first goes missing, you obviously panicking trying to to call his friends. Shedletsky, mayor thaniyel, basically anyone and everyone who you can think of… But…nothing comes up. Shedletsky tells you he’s been kidnapped! So you go off and find the ice dagger taking out a king in your wake to find your love. Then the venomshank were thaniyels own son turned against him…and then for a few months nothing…but then. Shedletsky called you about some form of lead? Maybe…maybe go check it out… It won’t end badly right? I mean. You got the ice dagger, the venomshank. The ghost walker should be easy! Nothing can go wrong. Right?

Wow what happened there idk, anyways hope you enjoyed!!!

[blood-injections]

Expanding on this extreme violent zones headcanon of mine. Warning for torture mentions, body horror and crimes against humanity.

So everybody is violent and deadly and in the zones where it’s every killjoy for themself, allies are hard to come by and friends, people you actually trust, are even harder. So if you have a crew, it’s ride or die. You’d do anything for your team and having one is proof that despite all your violence and the monstrous things you’ve done, you’re still human, you’re still capable of love and receiving it. Having a crew is Hope incarnate.

And the fabulous four are one of the tightness knit crews there is. They’re deadly and unparalleled in the sands but then in the safety of the diner, when they’re all out of danger for the night, they’re so domestic, gentle with each other, even. They’re a family.

But the thing is, while the desert may be a sin-stained wasteland, most killjoys still have some morals intact, still feet regret and grief and fear of the horrible things they have to do to survive. But in Battery City, there are no morals, no limits. They do things that make even the most messed up things the Fab Four have done look like child’s play. Dracs are expendable mindless zombies because they’re the spoils of human experimentation. Some can’t walk, they stumble through the desert on cheap prosthetic limbs, but they’re sent out anyway. The citizens have things in their heads that keep them in line. If someone acts out something inside them cuts out and they’ll drop dead where they stand. Androids are forced to do the dirty work whether they’re sentient or not. Some can think and dream but when it comes down to it they’re not in control of their own body, their limbs servants to programming no matter how advanced the circuits in their heads may be. Some have been stuck doing the same thing for years when they just want to live, but they have no control over their body and they must scream.

And Fun Ghoul, despite all his skills, was one day overpowered, captured and tortured within an inch of his life. There was a storehouse that was bugged and when they caught him on the surveillance feed they sent Korse to take care of him. He wasn’t taken back to Bat City, they did it right in that abandoned building they caught him in and when they were done with him they dragged him out into the blistering sunlight and left him there to bleed out, a meal for some passing scavenger.

The others were able to find him in time but in order to save his life, Jet Star had to do the very thing they swore they’d never do to a friend- tear him apart. And then put him back together again. When Fun Ghoul eventually woke up, he didn’t recognize himself. He was left with a stitched up, full ear to ear Glasgow smile that’s sure to leave a nasty scar, one blinded eye, a cybernetic leg from the left knee down, stitches all over from excessive lacerations and other little cybernetic parts to keep things inside him together.. and he had someone else’s lung and right arm.

Over time he made the best of his condition, owned his resemblance to something like Frankenstein’s monster, embraced it, even. But for a while he was in a stranger’s skin.

[fridgrave2-0]

hehe ghost-turbo haunting felix au

turbo is connected to the last piece of his code in the whole arcade - a trophy he gifted to felix in mid 80s as a symbol of him genuinely caring about their relationships on par with being the best racer. felix also gave him one of his medals and both kept their gifts next to other rewards, but when roadblasters and turbotime were unplugged, the medal was gone with everything else

now, after burning in cola-lava turbo is basically dead, but scraps of his code still were intertwined with the trophy (after all, it was his first winner's cup, but felix never knew about it), giving turbo an opportunity to exist as a shadow incapable of interacting with anything and anyone besides felix, who kept the trophy even after the roadblasters incident

also I went crazy in tags, feel free to check them out

[turtleblogatlast]

Something about this kind of swimming getup for characters always immediately gives me transmasc vibes. Blue swim trunks and a tank top? Sorry man my brain already connected the dots. The vibes are there, and they’re not leaving.

[shima-draws]

Thinking about the reactions Ace and Sabo would have to finding out Luffy’s in love with Sanji;; Honestly Ace being the overprotective one is probably more in character but it would be so fucking funny if Ace just catches Luffy staring at Sanji for a little too long and decides he’s going to be his little brother’s ultimate wingman. He’s COMMITTED and he’s going to sneakily create SO many romantic moments for Luffy to take advantage of. But Sabo,, Sabo turns out to be the overprotective one LMAO he sees Sanji smile softly at Luffy one (1) time and he’s like oh HELL no, not MY little brother. Ace tries to set them up, Sabo tries to…SABOtage them ;)))))

Even more hilarious is if this is happening at the same time. Luffy is oblivious but Sanji’s inwardly questioning what the hell is going on bc every time he THINKS there’s a romantic situation blossoming between them, absolute disaster strikes right after. Meanwhile in the background Ace and Sabo are arguing (“Stop fucking everything up you’re ruining all my plans!!” “Luffy’s far too young to have a boyfriend, are you kidding me right now?” “He’s NINETEEN Sabo get over it!!” “Not until that cook wins my approval and right now it’s not looking good for him” “ARE YOU ACTUALLY SERIOUS. Sabs do you HEAR yourself rn”)

They are silly and I love them

[itslilacokay]

gonna admit uhh vicagent is the only ava ship so far that i feel ""safe"" posting on this blog.............. do any of you looking at this want me to post other ava ship stuff orwhat please PLEASE LET ME KNOW PLEAAAAAAAASE

[1000dactyls]

Are you a big fan of the headcannon that snotlout and Hiccup are cousins? I know they are in books, but in the show, it isn't specified its sort of implied, but then it's not that they're confused about it, I think, but yeah want to hear your thoughts!!

i think snotlout and hiccup being cousins lends their dynamic a really fun dimension that only helps their relationship — so yes, I’m a hugeeee fan of this headcanon. In part, I think their antagonism toward each other truly reads as a familial dynamic, but i also think it’s interesting to think how their relationship shifts over time from rivals toward a much healthier relationship. pre-httyd1, it’s pretty clear that snotlout is prioritized as the ideal viking and hiccup is viewed with disdain, but as rob-rtte shows, over time it’s *hiccup* who gets prioritized, whether that’s by their agemates to the village to even by the narrative. it’s interesting to think how snotlout as the ideal, bulkier cousin who was/is presumably in line to inherit the chiefdom of berk has to reconcile those years with the peacetime berk has now, beginning with his cousin who is the opposite of him in every which way.

also their freckles are like….really fun and them being cousins means i get to write a scene in my fic where snotlout goes “damn lil cuz i really fucked you up huh” and then he and hiccup knock it back because they’re stupid teenagers who stole mead from the great hall in order to hash out a long-overdue conversation

[ywpd-translations]

We need more engagement in this fandom!

So, as the title says, because I was thinking about this - I love this manga with all my heart as you very well know, and the main reason I started translating is because I wanted more engagement in the fandom, which was pretty much dead. Well, it still kind of is, which brings me here lol

I tried to keep this blog translations only to keep everything more in order and make it easy to find the various chapters and all, and I kept all my theories and ramblings either in the tags or on my main blog, except for the times I got asks.

But I would love for this fandom to be more active! I wanna talk about theories and headcanons and ships and all that! I want this fandom to start living again :')

So I was wondering - would you people like it if I started also posting about that kind of stuff? Reblogging fanarts, posts, fanfics or whatever I see around? Would you like to engage more in the fandom? I'm asking because: 1) maybe you'd prefer it if this blog stays translations only, kinda like an archive; 2) maybe there aren't many people who actually wants to engage in fandom activities anyway lmao

I'm asking honestly! I just really would love for this fandom to be active again :')

[ghcstpyre]

Ted’s first joint headcanons, please 🥹

Also, imagine shotgunning a hit with Ted 👄💨👄🫠🫠🫠

it's time for the resident stoner to write some stoner!ted headcanons. i feel like this is becoming my staple lmao i love it

cw: drug use (weed), underage drug use and underage drinking (only at the beginning), shotgunning

also i feel like i need to say this but obviously i don't condone doing drugs or drinking alcohol while under 18. this is fictional and all my own personal headcanons :)

ted (and by extension, bill) were 16 the first time they tried weed. they'd somehow managed to get invited to one of their classmates' house parties and at some point in the night had found themselves sat outside in the back garden with a group of people who seemed the complete opposite of drunk and smelled really funky. they'd accidentally slipped into rotation while a blunt was going round, not realising at first that the group was sat in a circle for a reason.

bill was more than happy to give it a go when it was offered, but being the more cautious of the pair, ted was a little nervous. if his dad somehow found out, or smelled it on his clothes later, he was toast. after some encouragement from bill and a few of the others in the circle, he caved.

much to his disappointment, ted didn't actually get high the first time he smoked. he felt more relaxed, but that was about it. he spent the rest of the night slowly sipping on his beer and laughing at/taking care of a very stoned bill. it wasn't exactly an unpleasant experience for him - he didn't cough his lungs up like bill had, it didn't taste terrible like he'd expected it to, and one of the cute girls in rotation had called him a natural which acted like a soothing balm over the simmering pot of nerves still lingering in his stomach.

it wasn't until a few years later that bill and ted became fully fledged pot heads. they'd smoked a little here and there when it was offered, but only managed to get their hands on a dealer's number sometime after graduating high school and moving into their apartment.

ted was designated roller the day they christened their apartment. they'd both attempted rolling before, and while they weren't the best, ted's rolls were infinitely better than bill's; wonky, a little loose and slightly pregnant, but smokeable. needless to say, the two of them got blazed that day and ted actually managed to get high. bill blamed it on his height ("you're just too tall dude!"). they ordered a copious amount of junk food and ended up passed out together on their shitty sofa with a nature documentary on tv.

it wasn't until you came into the picture that both boys actually got good at rolling. ted in particular. not because he wanted to impress you or anything, no way. a cool, sweet, totally bodacious babe who liked all kinds of music, smoked weed and wanted to hang out with him? it was almost too good to be true.

one night with you in particular made ted's head spin.

bill was at work, leaving you and ted alone in the apartment. obviously, ted had already rolled another for the two of you for when bill left - he'd been waiting for a chance to smoke with you alone. it was the perfect chance to make a move.

he'd planned on ordering food, sticking on a movie (maybe a rom-com, girls like that right?), scooting closer to you on the sofa while you smoked and maybe try the whole fake-yawn and stretching an arm behind you maneuver. ted only got as far as scooching closer when you plucked the blunt from his fingers and took a long drag before cupping his cheek, turning his head to look at you so you could part his lips and blow the smoke into his open mouth.

in that moment, ted was pretty sure he fell in love with you.

[mersei47]

maybe 2bdamned is the kind of person that likes to tell a joke with deadpan face just so he can fuck with other people

[formereldestdaughter]

ok wait i need to hear more of your thoughts on peeta owning a bakery....

This is one of those rare times where I’m pretty sure this anon isn’t someone I know personally bc I’ve subjected anyone who will listen to my rant about the Peeta Bakery Headcanon. Anyway, you’re gonna regret asking this anon bc there are fucking Layers here.

I know this is probably a controversial take based on the number of fics where I’ve seen it, but I simply do not think that Peeta would open a commercial bakery after Mockingjay!! Like on a metatextual level, I don’t think it really fits with the point of the ending of the series. It actually sort of fascinates me that it’s just such a common headcanon because the ending of Mockingjay is exceedingly vague. I think that vagueness invites us, as readers, to imagine a better world post-revolution. A world where Katniss would feel confident that her children would be safe from injustice, where she’d feel confident that her children would never know want the way she did as a child. A just world. A kinder world. Can a capitalist society ever be just? Is a capitalist society where a disabled teenager has no other means to subsist himself (or feels like there’s no other way he can be a contributing member of his community) really the post-revolution world we dream of? Is that really the best we can imagine?

(This got so insanely long I’m adding a read more lmao)

I get that showing a better world is not always the point of post-mockingjay headcanons/fics. Like there are plenty of really great post-mockingjay fics I’ve seen where, yeah, part of the fic is that society like ISN’T all that different or all that much better. I’ve seen that really well done! Hell, I’ve written them myself! It’s easy to imagine how a lot of aspects of society would not get an overhaul, a lot of the same structural inequalities would continue to exist. One headcanon that really stuck with me (I can’t remember which fic it was from) was that Peeta sells basically mail order baked goods to people on the Capitol, sending them iced cakes and pastries by train, because there are still people who were “fans” of theirs during the Games. And idk this doesn’t actually have much to do with my point lol but I liked it because it’s kind of fucked up and like! Yeah! It makes sense! If he needed money that would be a good way to make it! War often makes people rich, often for horrible reasons, and often it’s people who already have capital in the first place.

Anyway, more about the hypothetical bakery because alright. I bring up the fact that “yeah society not being all that different post-revolution and still being an unjust capitalist hellscape” could be a reason why Peeta re-opens a bakery because that’s actually never the types of fics where I see the bakery headcanon. Fics where Peeta opens a bakery are usually trying to make the exact opposite point. Like. Things are getting better, now he can open a bakery! Look at how much better the world is now, plus he’s got a bakery! Peeta is healing, that’s why he can open a bakery now! And I am so, so sorry to inform everyone who’s never had the grave misfortune of owning a family business, but there is truly nothing further from the truth lmao. Like just putting aside the immense amount of emotional baggage that Peeta has about his family, running a small business is an insane amount of work in any context and being a baker especially is physically grueling and involves early hours (and long hours) that aren’t really the best fit with the multiple ways that Peeta is disabled now. (I could go into this more because I have a lot of thoughts. But I will spare you.). I also think it’s seen throughout the books that Peeta is someone who needs time to pursue creative outlets to process his feelings and someone who values leisure and values quality time with his loved ones. And having grown up in his family’s bakery, I think he’d understand the reality that running a bakery wouldn’t leave much space of those pursuits and wouldn’t leave much space for him to have the things that keep him healthy and stable. I think he’d know that the way he is now— after two Games and the war and unspeakable torture at the hands of a dictator—isn’t compatible with the lifestyle necessary for running a commercial bakery.

And tbh with that in mind, I don’t think he’d push himself to re-open a business (one that would be a constant reminder of his dead family and his complicated relationships with them that got no closure) that would require him to sacrifice his physical and emotional well-being. Like I think he might look into the possibility, I think he might even start trying to open a bakery out of a sense of obligation/duty, maybe harboring some idea that this is who he was supposed to be, who he would've been without the Games, or that it’s this last piece of his family that can live on, or that it’s this last connection to his family so he can’t let it die too. But ultimately, I think any attempt to open a bakery wouldn’t get very far. Maybe he'd start wading into the logistical nightmare that is small business ownership and realize it's not for him (because it's probably also true that as much as him and his brothers were involved in the business, there's almost certainly parts they weren't involved with and didn't see, i.e., filing taxes). Or maybe looking into opening a bakery— how triggering it is, the stress of it�� causes a downward spiral. Maybe he hates how much he's worrying everyone by unraveling. Maybe having a breakdown from the stress of just trying to open a bakery makes him realize, yeah, maybe in another life he would have ran his family’s bakery but the way he is now just doesn’t work with running a bakery, not without great sacrifices he's not willing to make. I just can’t see a bakery coming to fruition.

I know a lot of fics include Peeta deciding to reopen a bakery as a big step in his healing or include him rebuilding a bakery as part of his healing process but honestly, I think the opposite would be more true: I think Peeta either trying/failing to open a bakery or ultimately deciding not to open a bakery would be hugely healing for him. I think it would be a huge part of him accepting the way he is now as a person, his new limitations but also his strengths. I think it would be a huge part of him accepting the way his life his now and accepting that he likes his life the way it is, that he’s satisfied with his life without needing to own a bakery. I think it would be an important part of him coming to terms with the loss of his family. I think he knows he can never have things back as they were and I don’t think he would try to recreate them, especially because his family’s legacy isn’t a business. I think he’s emotionally intelligent enough and self reflective enough to realize that what mattered to him about the bakery— taking care of others by feeding them, being integrated into his community and being actively involved in it, brightening people’s days with delightful things whether that’s beautiful cakes or hearty food or delicious treats— and the things he learned from his family through the bakery, are things that he can carry on in other meaningful ways.

(Do you regret sending this ask yet, anon? Because if not, you will soon. I’m not done yet. There’s more.)

I wasn’t really sure where to put this next part in what is rapidly becoming an essay because it sort of combines the points about like “what do we imagine a post-mockingjay society to look like” with the practical difficulties of starting this bakery but here’s another thing: do people really think that the Mellarks owned the land the bakery was on?? Like, sure, the merchants are the petit bourgeois of Twelve but I still don’t imagine they really own anything. In a society where houses are assigned to people upon marriage, where property ownership and capital are so closely interconnected with citizenship (as shown by the Plinths who, by having immense capital, are able to leave their District and become citizens of the Capitol) do people really think the Mellarks would be allowed to own the land their bakery is on?? I always imagined it sort of like a tenant farming situation: the Capitol gives them the raw materials for the bakery and in return the bakery give them some absurdly high portion of their profits, or the Capitol sells them a year’s supply of raw materials at a premium on credit and at the end of the year the Mellarks have to use the money they made with those materials to pay it back, except it’s never enough to turn a profit so they always have to buy next year’s materials on credit and the cycle continues.

We (understandably) get a really skewed view of the merchant class through Katniss’s perspective so I can see why people come to the conclusion that his family owned the property and, as the last surviving member, he would’ve inherited it. I’ve seen the inheritance thing in fics a lot or a hand wavey “well Twelve was decimated to no one owns anything anymore so it can be his” or even like an almost sort of reparations type situation where he’s entitled to the land as a surviving refugee of Twelve. But I don’t know. I guess I don’t think it fits with everything else we know about Panem that the Mellarks would’ve owned that land and I think the question of whether the government would’ve let him take ownership of the land post-revolution brings up a lot of issues about the structure of society post-Mockingjay that I find more interesting to explore in other ways, especially when, from an emotional perspective, 1) I find the idea of Peeta not opening a bakery more compelling and 2) I don’t think it really fits his character arc by the end of Mockingjay to reopen a bakery, as I went on about at length above lol.

On the flip side: literally who cares!! Do whatever you want!! Headcanon whatever you want!! I get why people go for the bakery!! It’s fun, it’s wholesome, it’s a built in bakery AU that isn’t even an AU. It doesn’t matter if it’s practical or realistic!! It doesn’t need to be practical or realistic!! It’s fanfic of a dystopian YA series!! My unfortunate affliction is that I grew up in a family that owned a restaurant and that I have multiple degrees in the social sciences so I can’t see the bakery without being like “What about the overheard? What about the start up costs? Who’s spending long nights balancing the books? Is Peeta covering shifts when an employee calls in sick? Is Peeta the sole person working there until the bakery is open long enough (often a year or more) to start turning a profit? How does that sleep schedule work with his nightmares? How does that work with Katniss’s nightmares? What happens when he has an episode and suddenly needs to take the day off before he has any employees? Does the bakery just remain closed for the day? Can the profit margins withstand regular unexpected closures? Can the supplies withstand regular unexpected closures?” And if the answer is “Elliott none of those things matter he’s not doing the bakery because he needs the money but because he wants to”, then my question is why does he want to? Does he not get the same sort of satisfaction out of feeding his loved ones? Doesn’t Peeta seem like someone who would rather give away baked goods than sell them?? Doesn’t Peeta seem like someone who would prefer to make cakes for people’s special occasions upon and then when they insist on paying him for it, he only lets them “pay for the ingredients” which actually cost significantly more than he says they did??

So yeah my point is that it’s a matter of personal taste! It doesn’t fit the way I see the series but that doesn’t mean it’s like wrong, I’m not an authority on Peeta lmao.

It’s also a matter of personal taste in the sense that I find the themes that most resonate with me at the end of Mockingjay (and the end of Peeta’s arc specifically) more interesting to explore in other ways. Grief, living with loss, relearning yourself, finding hope, figuring out your place in a dramatically different world when you don’t even know who you are anymore, healing, building a new life after such complete and total destruction of your old life— those are all things I find compelling about the end of Mockingjay but for me the bakery isn’t the most compelling way to explore them.

Not to say I find the concept of the bakery totally uninteresting. I have this fic about Johanna that I’ll probably never finish where the point sort of is that, yeah, her life really isn’t all that much better after the war. It’s been years at this point and she’s still miserable and she doesn’t know how to be a person but by the end she’s trying to figure it out. And towards the end, Peeta tells her that he’s spent years sort of passively, half-heartedly trying to figure out how to inherit the land his family’s bakery was on, only to find out it was never theirs in the first place. They’d been renting it the whole time and he’d never even known as a kid. So he sort of passively, half-heartedly went on another wild goose chase to find the owner and now, finally, after years of writing to various government agencies and being sent in circles and things being barely functional, he’s managed to track down the owner. Now it’s owned by the daughter of the man who owned it when he was a kid because the original owner (who was likely up to some sketchy war crime shit) died during the war and she inherited it (the irony…). He got in contact with her and asked how much it would take for her to sell it and she told him she’s not interested in selling but in light of the situation, in light of the fact that he’d have to build a new building in order to operate a bakery, that she’d cut him a deal— she’d only require 50% of the bakery’s profits as rent instead of the 80% his family used to pay. And of course Johanna is outraged, that’s not right, the owner shouldn’t be allowed to do that, they should do something about it, they should fight back. And Peeta is like. Not interested. He was actually sort of relieved that opening wasn’t very feasible. Getting the answer was a lightbulb moment where he saw that over the years of trying to look into this, he’s built a life that he likes— one where he’s stable, where his loved ones are stable, where he’s cared for and can care for others— and he doesn’t really want to change it drastically by opening a bakery anyway. He just needed an answer, one way or another, before he could get some closure and move on. (And the point of the conversation is Johanna is having her own lightbulb moment that it’s okay to move on, it’s okay to change, it’s not a betrayal of the people and things she’s lost but that’s not my point here!!).

But anyway. That’s obviously not about running the bakery— it’s about the choice to not run one.

Anyway!! Anyway… are you satisfied anon? Is this what you wanted?

Lastly, here is my most important qualm with the bakery headcanon: must Peeta be gainfully employed? Is it not enough for him to be Katniss’s boytoy? Can’t he just paint and garden and bake and hang out with his girlfriend all day? Is that really too much to ask?

[puhpink]

The elevator isn't as loud as others may believe.

Rodger is a detective. At least, he's pretty sure he is. He's a mascot and an dectective, which is a little hard to be. It's a little hard to be anything at all, in the elevator.

Regardless, Rodger is a detective. He notices things. That is one thing he's very skilled out: making the small details larger. That, and collecting facts.

Fact: none of them are real.

It's a little difficult to explain. Rodger is a toon, a mascot. He was roughly "born" sometime in the 80s or 90s. That is to say, he is not "the" Rodger from "Dandy's World", a cartoon for children. He's a recreation of that Rodger, given demension and physcial form.

Most toons don't like to be reminded of that, so it's a fact he keeps to himself.

Rodger cares for his friends. This is a fact, but it's more of a personal statement. He's not friends with everyone, really only close with four people, but he knows of everyone. The human brain can handle over one hundred relationships, though, it's not as if Rodger is human.

Regardless, Rodger is a detective. It does not take a detective to see that Astro (or Sprout) doesn't like him very much. Which is fair! Astro is secretive, clearly. Rodger does not care for secrets. He respects everyone's rights to them, but he cannot help that he digs and digs and digs.

It's for this reason that he finds himself cornered by a particularly irate Astro, who seems to have found one of Rodger's research capsules on him. How embarassing, he really must be more careful about those.

"Why are you stalking me?" is the first thing Astro says to him, under his breath while Rodger debates the politeness of closing his room's door in Astro's face.

Considering Astro is one of the main stars of the Dandy's World cartoon, he doubts it's an action that his cartoon self would do: whether that be for plot reasons or narrative ones. Considering it is three am, however, and Rodger is not dressed for an interrogation, he shuts the door anyways.

Astro catches said door with his third arm. Ah, they're not going to politely ignore that fact anymore, then. Tricky situation then. Rodger does have endless questions about Astro's biology and how his mind juggles having multiple limbs, but consider he's being slowly cornered in his own room, now isn't the time.

"I'm not stalking you," Rodger replies, after realizing that quite some time has passed since Astro first asked his question.

Astro's one eye narrows. "Have you been following me around?"

"No," Rodger answers truthfully. He's very good at interviews, after all. He wonders which capsule Astro found, to make him this upset. Considering the fact Astro is angrily gestulating with all four hands, he can only assume it was one about said four hands. He thought that particular note was quite flattering, but oh well.

Astro's lower right hand makes a frustrated fist motion, going up and down. His upper set of arms is covering his face in --- well, one gets the point by now. Astro's lower left hand is open, palm facing the right, in a straight manner. He's saying something, but Rodger's noticing a bit too much to catch it.

Rodger's head hurts a little. Astro's eye catches Rodger's eye, and suddenly the blanket is back and covering all of Astro's limbs again.

"--ave you been documenting me because I'm a freak? Or what, is it because it's too alien, or it's just so facinating to you then, studying me like a circus animal," Astro continues ranting. Ah, Rodger did really space out there.

"No," Rodger clarifies again, still uncomfortably hunched over, "nothing of the sort. I research everyone, Astro." He would add an you're not special, but well, Glisten never takes that comment well, so he won't add it. Everyone is different and Rodger is learning that different is special.

That seems to put a stop to Astro's ranting. Rodger takes the chance to continue clarifying. "You cannot help entering our dreams, and I cannot help researching. I notice too much to ignore it, and you see too much of our dreams to ignore it either. You give us good dreams and I take notes and store them away as to not bother anyone."

Astro continues staring at him. Rodger is a little uncomfortable with eye contact, so he focuses on on the left of Astro's eye. Should he elaborate more?

"I don't want you digging around for information about me," Astro grits out.

Rodger feels a little helpless. "I cannot stop digging, Astro. I cannot help the things I notice."

Astro makes a little irratated sound. Rodger shifts uncomfortably. He has been caught unaware after all. "It's private," Astro snaps, "I didn't want you -- or anyone else, for that matter, knowing about my private business."

"I'm sorry," Rodger says, because he truly is, "I didn't mean to uncover something I shouldn't of." Another irratated sound. Oh, Razzle and Dazzle will be very upset that Rodger has upset Astro so. "I don't --" Astro takes a deep breath, leaning back against Rodger's door, "it's not fair. It's my secret. It's my business."

Ah. Injustice is something Rodger can handle very well. Astro is upset and Rodger has the ability to do something about that. "Perhaps," Rodger offers, "we should have this conversation later. When we're both well rested. For what it's worth, it is unfair."

Astro doesn't say anything. "Is this how you feel about me entering your dreams?"

Rodger makes a confused sound.

"Earlier," Astro says, "you said that you can't help noticing things like I can't help entering people's dreams."

The detective nods. "Does that upset you?" Astro asks.

"No," Rodger answers truthfully. He's still good at interviews, after all. "You cannot help it. It is your nature."

Astro doesn't seem any happier with that. He leaves, closing Rodger's door behind him. When Rodger is in the elevator, and tries to have the conversation Astro clearly wants to have, he is shut down.

He's not fine with that, but he cannot help that. Rodger was made based off a one demensional cartoon character. He was not supposed to have complex emotions. He keeps this to himself.

Regardless, Rodger is a detective. He can make educated guesses on his own time.

[veggiecorner]

I woke up within a cold sweat with this botw/totk zelink headcanon but i like to think Link actually proposed to Zelda but in an unplanned unofficial way. Like...a week after totk happens and they're having their first breakfast at Hateno (or maybe Akkala) and Zelda's rambling about how she's sad she never recorded ancient food recipes she's tried at her time in the past and Link just stops her and goes "hey...do you want to get married?"

Zelda's visibly like ??? huh??? and he repeats it. She's a lil spooked cause where is this coming from. Also she's dense so she says "well...I've...assumed I'll be married sometime in the future..." not connecting that he's literally proposing to her and he smiles so sweetly at her and says "I mean with me. Will you want to marry me?" And he steps over to her side of the table and finally gets on one knee.

[gaybd1]

absolutely obsessed with having a show with the attitude of “sexuality? gender? yeah sure I guess?” that just LETS things be ambiguous

[turtleblogatlast]

Things I make for myself when insomnia kicks in

Just a chart about what I wanna change up and keep consistent in my art - I mainly wanna draw Raph with a tail because he deserves one, it fits too well. Donnie gets a long tail too because I didn’t realize how dino-like he looks until I gave him one, and now it’s a must for me haha.