#heacanon

[ziggstar]

Wolfstar and jegulus have joint movie nights where remus and regulus always insist on watching a horror movie and james and sirius scream at every jumpscare and have to hide their faces behind cushions while remus and regulus laugh at them

[stevesbipanic]

I like to think Lucas clocked Steve and Eddie dating first because that sweet boy is a hopeless romantic and he would've seen those two being gooey with each other so quick.

[bishopony]

Rarity Belle <3

[friend-lover-traitor-narrator]

A couple of thoughts after re-watching TGM

What I think is actually canon

Amelia is Mav’s daughter (Penny hints at that when she’s talking to Mav about her) but Amelia doesn't know

Mav considers himself to be Bradley’s dad (Mav answers when Bradley asks his dad what to do) 

Bradley considers both Goose and Mav to be his dad (after Mav says that Bradley saved his life, Bradley says that his dad would've done the same - considering the fact that Mav has already saved Bradley's life you could see that as Bradley seeing Mav as his dad, too) 

Bradley has lived with Mav for a considerable period of time (Mav says to Penny he tried his best to be a father for Bradley) 

Thoughts concerning TG3 / Predictions 

I think they gonna set up Phoenix as Bradley's love interest because they seem very close in the movie (but for me they’re more like besties) 

I hope they gonna keep the character's of Warlock and Cyclone (with Cyclone basically hating Mav and Warlock secretly supporting the shit Mav does all the time) and also they need to keep at least Warlock because somebody needs to prevent that Mav is thrown out of the Navy

I hope there still will be references to Ice (I just love him and he needs to be mentioned) 

Other thoughts 

I actually paid attention to the hangster dynamics for the first time

Jake’s and Bradley’s first hook up is right after dogfight football

Bradley is Ice-coded while Jake is Mav-coded 

I ship bobnix now (I think Nat and Bob are very sweet together in the movie - need to find some fluffy fics about them)

The lifelong friendship between Ice and Mav just kills me (solely sticking to the movie here because otherwise icemav is endgame imo), like Ice basically knows everything about Mav (every shit he has done at work, everything around him pulling Bradley's papers, private problems he’s had etc.) and also the other way round (Mav supporting him during his battle with cancer and a whole lot of other things which we don't know because sadly Ice is only a minor character in both movies) 

I love that Mav refers to Ice in the whole movie only by his nickname

I had to keep myself very hard from crying during the funeral scene (if I had watched it alone, I probably would’ve cried) 

[suchawrathfullamb]

boyfriend Will Graham on his turn to make dinner would just put everything into a big bowl and sit on his man's lap and make Hannibal eat with him and share a spoon, like I will never leave your side, but not in a romantic way, in a threatening way.

[lootsofathousandsworld]

There is so little Long John Silver hc’s I just want a cute moment with him getting some cuddles!

I know right?? I find this illegal there aren't any headcanons of him!

lol alright lets see what I have for him ;3

Also so sorry this took me long to answer! D'8

John Silver x Reader Cuddling

🏴‍☠️ He has a way of being expert on good cuddling. Once you snuggle with him you never want to be out of his arms.💖

🏴‍☠️ His warm embrace comfort you whenever you had hard days. And he will not hesitate to say yes if you need some cuddling moment with him.

🏴‍☠️You two make your cuddling a secret from his pirate crew but if they found out Silver will threaten them to keep it a secret while protecting you.

🏴‍☠️ He'll always make sure you were resting on his right arm. he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable with his robotic arm.

🏴‍☠️ As you are resting on his chest the best moment for you is you can hear his soft heartbeat and calm breath. It was like your lullaby and sometimes you fell asleep without meaning to.

🏴‍☠️ And the best part about cuddling with him is once a while you two have a nice hot drinks or a small snacks to eat that he made.

🏴‍☠️Sometimes you two will have a quiet moment after a long day but if you yearn to for his story Silver would tell you amazing tales about his adventures as you two snuggle close.

[tf2incorrectquotes]

Team Fortress 2 Headcanons #27:

Spy has a high immunity to many toxins and drugs due to a long career in espionage, but the team was able to experience a drunk Spy once. He wouldn't stop hugging and apologising to a confused Scout.

[danaclese]

How Nightwing makes his Wingdings Headcanon

When Dick was Robin, one of his chores was sharpening batarangs.

So When it came time for Dick to make his own he streamlined the process.

Dick ordered a Railway tie.

Picked a suitable one.

Hooked it up to an automatic saw.

And made slices that are easier to sharpen than those curved Batarangs.

But, have you noticed that right afterwards.......

Bruce got a cnc machine and the hard to sharpen curves went away?

[honeycreammilkshake]

so recently i've been getting really into shigadeku and my personal headcanon is deku and tomura (both of them being really headstrong and willful) have more of a push and pull relationship, with tomura often being a bit standoffish or argumentative to prevent deku's sweetness from rubbing off on him, but it only fuels deku's resolve and determination to spoil him even more.

i also think deku would be the more feminine in the relationship and wear pretty dresses for his boyfriend, but he would also be the more dominant one in the relationship, too. i feel like he would be sweet and careful with tomura most of the time, helping him do basic stuff like cooking and laundry since tomura doesn't really know how to without breaking things.

but deku can also be provoked into his more dominant and protective side, wanting to take care of tomura and provide for him, getting angry on his boyfriend's behalf when others judge tomura, taming a bit of tomura's strong sense of willpower by being soft and spoiling him... which his boyfriend loves a lot, but he's not quick to admit it.

[thefloorisbalaclava]

the captain of my sea [captain john price x f!reader]

▸pairing: captain john price x f!reader words: 1,715 ▸warnings: SMUT (porn without plot, oral sex (f and m receiving), but like mostly price giving because he really enjoys it, facesitting, spitting, p*ssy slapping, some dirty talk, unprotected sex). ▸summary: you didn't know that your captain wanted you the way you wanted him, but when you end up back at his place he shows you just how much he's wanted you.

▸a/n: this man deserves a mustache ride, truly.

[masterlist]

tags: @augmented-beauty, @jawabear <- resident price thots hehe

You’ve always had a sort of illicit attraction to the captain. It was wrong, forbidden, and somehow that made it all the more delicious to you.

There was no telling if he felt the same—Captain John Price was not a man who wore his feelings on his sleeve as you did. Even if he did, he definitely wouldn’t be the one making a move.

But somehow, you missed some of the glances he threw your way. You took his concern for you as a captain simply caring for his team. There was more to it, though; you would find that out soon enough.

You all were enjoying another relaxing night out—drinks, pub food, and conversations that were finally able to happen. The captain sat with you all but only spoke occasionally. He was much happier just enjoying his scotch and cigar.

You looked up once and caught him looking at you over his glass of scotch—his blue gaze boring into your very soul. He placed the empty glass back on the table and gave you a sideways smile.

While everyone else talked, he zeroes in on you. “It’s not polite to stare, sergeant,” he said.

“Sorry, sir.”

“There something on my face?” he asked, smoothing down his mustache.

“Should there be?” you asked, the drink in front of you giving you courage.

He chuckled, shaking his head at your forwardness. “That kind of talk will get you in trouble, pet.”

“A little trouble never hurt, captain.” You shrugged, then brought your drink to your lips.

“Hm,” he grunted, then raised his glass to the passing waiter to ask for another drink.

And now you were, riding your captain’s face as if your life depended on it.

He pulled his mouth off you to speak. “This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it?” he asked, looking up at you.

“Please, captain,” you whined.

“Mm c’mere.” He wrapped his arms around your thighs and held them tightly, holding you down against his face. His nose nudged your clit repeatedly as he pushed his tongue inside you, fucking you with it.

“Fuck…captain…” you moaned. He groaned against your cunt, licking fervently, wanting you to cum…again. You were growing weak now. You had cum three times already.

You cried out loudly and ran your fingers through his hair before pulling as you came again, your body going limp.

“C-Captain…” you murmured weakly. He was still licking at you, his mustache tickling your overly sensitive skin.

“Easy now,” he said as he carefully slid you off his face.

But he wasn’t done with you.

With half-closed eyes, you watched him. You noticed how his mustache glistened with your juices. Even his nose was wet.

“Flat on your back,” he said, helping you move. He gave you a slight reprieve before grabbing your legs from behind your knees and pushing them back to your breasts. Your face grew hot. He had seen you already, but somehow you felt even more exposed this way.

He stared at your pussy, glistening with juices and saliva. He licked his lips before flicking the tip of his tongue over your clit.

“Pretty little thing,” he muttered, staring at it again before looking into your eyes and slowly licking you from your entrance to your clit, then back down to tease the hole a little.

After teasing you a little longer, he grabbed your thighs and held onto them as he buried his face in you. His head moved side to side, up and down, in circles—he couldn’t get enough. He slurped and suckled at you as if you tasted better than any scotch he’d ever have.

You whimpered, and he looked up at you.

“Are you pouting at me?” he asked. “Hm?” Suddenly he was pinching your clit. You moaned right before he pulled his hand away and slapped your pussy.

“Fuck!” Your thighs trembled, and you were cumming again.

“Like that, hm?” He slapped it once again for good measure before spitting on it. He watched his spit drip down your slit, then rubbed it in.

“Sir,” you whined.

“I can eat this pretty pussy all night, but I can tell you need a break,” he said. He kissed your clit, then pulled away, bringing your legs back together. You winced at the slight pain in your hips.

He lay beside you and kept his eyes on you as he lit a half-smoked cigar.

“You all right?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” you said weakly.

“You can call me John here,” he said. He put a hand between your thighs, and you winced. “Beard burn,” he chuckled. “Sorry.” He rubbed at his muttonchops.

“It’s okay. I…like it,” you admitted.

“The pain?” he asked.

You smiled sheepishly. “Yes, sir.”

“Oh, careful now, love. I’m an old man. Some of the things you say might put me in an early grave,” he joked.

“You’re not old,” you said. “I would say…experienced.”

He blew the smoke from his cigar out in the other direction before turning back to you. “That’s just a nice way of saying old.”

“Okay, well, I guess I fucked an old man,” you giggled.

“Not technically,” he said, making a face. “I went down on you. Not exactly fucking.”

“The night isn’t over yet, John.” You noticed his cock twitch when you said his name.

“No,” he said when he noticed you looking at it. “You know what I want.” He slid his hand up your thigh and found you still wet.

“Your jaw is gonna be sore tomorrow,” you teased.

He shrugged. “Let it. It’ll be sore for a good reason.” He wasn’t looking at your face anymore. He was more interested in how slick you were against his fingers.

While he wasn’t looking, you dragged a finger along his cock. It was lying against his toned stomach, just begging to be touched. You wrapped your hand around it, and he spread his legs a little.

“You don’t listen,” he complained, watching you stroke him. “Mmm…insubordination…”

“Want me to stop?” you asked, moving closer. Before he could answer, you used the tip of your tongue to lick up the precum on the head of his dick. When you pulled away, there was a string of it that kept you connected to him.

“Aw fuck,” he groaned, throwing his head back. “Don’t fucking do that.”

“Do what, sir?” You wrapped your lips around him.

“You just do what you want, don’t you?” He put a gentle hand on your head. “Let me see it.”

You took more of him in your mouth, pressing it against the inside of your cheek and looking into his eyes.

“God…I can cum just from that alone,” he told you. “Enough,” he growled, pulling you off of him. He kissed your messy lips and then pulled away before moving off the bed. Then he grabbed your ankles and pulled so that your ass was nearly hanging off the bed.

“Spread ‘em,” he said. He wasn’t asking. You quickly spread your legs as he stroked himself. He slapped his cock against your pussy a few times before kneeling and spreading you with his hands. You yelped when you felt his tongue teasing your ass before he dragged it up to your pussy.

“It’s mine, you understand? All of this is mine,” he said before latching onto your clit and sucking hard.

“John! Jesus!”

With a smile, he pulled away and rested his head on your inner thigh. “You’re not reading the Bible, love,” he teased. He sucked on two fingers and then spit on your pussy before slipping the fingers inside you.

“Fuck me,” you whimpered.

“Look how fucking tight you are,” he said, gritting his teeth while watching how your pussy clenched around his fingers.

“Fuck this,” he snapped before pulling his fingers out of you and standing. He slapped his cock against your pussy again. You spread your lips for him, and he squeezed his eyes shut. He quickly lined himself up with you and pushed in slowly.

“Yesssssss,” you moaned. He stretched you so well. “Fuck me, captain.”

“Yeah?” He took a few breaths before slamming into you the rest of the way. You both moaned loudly.

He held himself above you on strong arms—veins bulging with exertion. You looked down to watch how he moved in and out of you.

“Look how well you take me. Look how well you take your captain. Such a good girl, aren’t you?” Suddenly, he was moving faster and fucking you harder. He moved in closer to kiss you, covering your mouth and chin and the juices that saturated his facial hair.

“Let me cum in you….” You thought it might have been a question. It wasn’t.

“Yes, sir.”

“Here it comes.” He stood up and planted his feet firmly on the carpet before pounding into you. “Fucking…tight little…pussy…” he grunted.

With a groan that sounded like it had come from the very depths of his soul, he slammed into you one, two, three more times, then stilled.

“Take it, take it, take it,” he said through gritted teeth.

He collapsed on top of you with a slight whimper and a few more grunts.

“Christ,” he breathed. “I think my heart may have stopped.”

“Well, you certainly aren’t dead, John,” you joked.

“It does feel like heaven, though,” he said against your neck. He kissed you quickly before pulling out and stumbling back on weak knees. “Give…give me a minute.” He walked to the bathroom and returned a few moments later with a washcloth. He wiped you down, being careful around your more sensitive areas.

Your thighs were rubbed raw from beard burn, and you flinched a little when he wiped them.

“Oo, sorry,” he murmured.

“It’s okay.” You moved up the bed slowly until your head was on the pillows again. Price lit another cigar.

“You, uh, you wanna stay?” he asked.

“If you want me to,” you said.

“I’m asking you. Would you like to stay?”

“Yes, I would,” you told him.

“Good, I want you to.” He opened his arms to you, and you cuddled up against him. “You sleep now, okay?”

“Okay. You sleep too.”

“After my cigar,” he said.

You smiled and closed your eyes. “Goodnight, John.”

[tmnt-2012-headcanons]

After Splinter’s death, 12 Leo doesn’t know how to interact with male figures that are over the age 20.

Or at least ones that he and his brothers doesn’t already trust

Headcanon spawned: from watching the Usagi crossover episode

he probably couldn't before his dad died lets be real here

[catarufermecat]

unpopular opinion but abducius would act like glam from metal family. nobody can change my mind on it

[thewholesircus]

probably it has already been said but I'm sure that at least once sirius called minerva 'mom'

bonus point if in front of his friends and even better if in front of the whole class

[bishopony]

Twilight and Spike sit next to the remains of the Golden Oak library

[theredcuyo]

After what happened today on Bad's stream with Tallulah, I got a terrible angst idea

What if when Wilbur comes back he spends a few, very nice, very sweet says with his little girl, who just now is finally healing from being so apart

But then, the Elquackity starts to track him down, because he may be onto something, Wilbur as he is, may know too much, may just have noticed more that he should, and, maybe, just maybe, theres also a bit of resentment too

And then Wilbur goes missing, and not his dad, not his friends know where he is, and poor little girl is being taken care of by someone else but her papa again, but this time... No one knows when he'll return, even if everyone is helping to search for him, except obviously for...

Tallulah then thinks about it, and runs away, to go see him, her "other dad", who may know something, and she finds him... And he's not alone, no, her papa is with him!

Oh, she's so happy, and runs to give him a hug... But, thing is, instead of his usual warm response, or kind, loving words, he isn't moving, he's silent, and even if she holds onto him tightly, he feels cold, he feels so cold that she starts to worry, and when she looks up, gets nothing but an emotionless gaze, under a face that she can recognize but that its not the same, and a few words that make her tiny heart break into pieces

"Who's this little girl?, is it yours?" Wilbur asked Quackity, barely even looking at her

He smells like smoke and fireworks after they are used, she notices

This is a terrible, terrible idea...

AND I LOVE IT, DAMN IT

Worst thing is, this could totally happen-

[shychick-52]

ARGH, so once again I redid my long-ass post analyzing why I think Grimtrix was blatantly manipulating Cedric in 'Day of the Sorcerers', because I still wasn't satisfied with it. FINALLY I AM. I think it reads much smoother.

(That's my autism for ya).

@mushroomsie224 @majoresca @moonypears-blog @sweetmariihs2 @cedric-my-beloved