#mrs america headcanon

[mrfandomwars]

Steve Rogers is a firm believer of museums giving back the artefacts that they stole, not only because he genuinely believes people deserve to have their things back, but also because the Smithsonian refuses to give him back he shit, and if he doesn't get his family recipe book his mother's jacket and his father's hat, god willing he will-

[hetalian-veteran]

Hetalia Headcanon #3

One time to mess with the other nations, America and Canada, who already look very similar to one another, decided to switch outfits, glasses, and hairstyles. They even practiced perfecting each other's accents and speech patterns, including their volume and tone of voice. They decided to do this right before a world meeting. The meeting went along as usual, but everyone had this growing sense of anxiety that something wasn't right, particularly whenever Canada or America spoke. This culminated in England and France freaking out when Mr. Kumajiro walked in, looked at America dressed as Canada, and said, "You are not my father."

[if-you-like-pina-colada-s]

Yall talking bout how the hws nations wouldn't have human friends cuz they'd just keep dying, but have you considered!! Them being a family friend, as in, being friends with a whole family and staying friends with them as generation keep coming and going.

They'd be that weird "aunt"/"uncle" that's always just sorta there and only God knows why they're here but they're fun and love everyone so we'll just keep 'em I guess. They're that distant "family" member that you haven't seen for a long time but they come in and automatically start commenting at "how tall you've gotten!"

Bonus: it's a good way to show how close and connected they are to their people, and how much they care about them.

[the-traffic-report]

Hi do you have any headcanons about mr sandman?

I’m trying to find more Suitehearts content & stuff

(And I don’t know if you do sign offs, but if you do can I have -🎸🦔 ?)

So I didn't really have plans for sign offs but if you decide you want to use one you're more then welcome to! (so yes you can absolutley have that one)

Mr Sandman

Born June 5th 2003 in Battery city

Both his mother and his father were higher up’s in bli (he found a picture of himself as a baby with his parents and the director once and still gets chills if he thinks too much about it)

Despite his parents positions he was heavily medicated as a child, often getting sudden mood swings which carried over to when he went off the pills in the dessert

He had two much younger siblings as a child, none of the rest of the suitehearts or Kobra know about them, he still carries an immense amount of guilt over leaving them behind, on some nights when he's left alone with his thoughts for too long he thinks about what their lives look like now.

He became a juvie hall at 13 when he ran away from home, he still took a small dose of pills to keep himself stable but otherwise rejected them

They pretty quickly covered themselves in tattoos and piercings, part of it was a way to control things for once, another part was to reject the conformity of the city

 He left sooner than most other juvie halls do, leaving the city just a few months after becoming one

After he left the city he quickly fell into the music and clubs of the zones, which quickly led him to trying zone’s drugs (mostly hallucinogens) he used them to help get off of the bli pills but often times they only made him worse

It was only a few weeks that he was able to keep it up because after a night of passing out deliriously someone brought him to doctor death defying, knowing that he was often the one helping kids get off of wave riding and other zone drugs

He was initially distrusting of Dr d and the rest of the radio crew (Cherri cola [my beloved.], newsie, show pony, and occasionally chimp), but after a few late night talks with show pony slowly warmed up to them

He got his killjoy name when helping organize records one day, he found the black album and fell in love with it, it came from the song enter sandman but also from an old story his mother used to tell him about a creature named sandman who would throw sand in his eyes that would cause them to fall out if he didn’t go to sleep (Since bli has strict sleep regulations parents often times will scare their children into sleeping to avoid them being medicated further)

He also found out about goth clothing and quickly built up a new wardrobe for himself, he gets heat exhaustion almost every time he goes outside because he refuses to wear anything but black, dark purple, or gold

He met (horseshoe)crab and Donnie(the catcher) when the two had come to talk to Dr. D about a juvie hall they had met and the best way to get him out of the city safely, Dr. D had suggested sandman going with them since he had gotten out himself and likely knew ways other people might not and he needed a crew of his own anyway

Despite how opposite the two are he and Benzedrine are the closest, both coming from the city gave them something in common

They balance each other out in an odd way, Sandman sitting and talking while Benzedrine works, Benzedrine’s bright yellow clothes next to sandman’s black

He met Kobra at the crash track, they had both heard of each other before but hadn’t talked until a day when Kobra got hurt and the other came to help him

A year into living in the zone's one of his friends dog's had puppies and was fully convinced the runt of the litter wouldn't survive, Sandman told them that he would take the dog and he did, he took the dog home with no warning and named him Hemingway after an author from a book he read once

Hemingway is a small bulldog puppy who is about a year and a half old now, Sandman made him a collar out of some spare leather they had (if anyone wants just Hemingway headcannons I can and will make a post just for him.)

He adores Hemingway so much, and so do the rest of the suitehearts (even if Benzedrine won't admit it)

Ok some more random headcannons now

He speaks fluent french because as a child his father wanted Sandman and his siblings to all know it 

He’s bisexual and non-binary, he goes by all pronouns but most people just use he/him and he’s okay with that (if i ever end up actually writing something i’m going to use all but i just didn't want to fight google docs tonight)

He and Kobra sneak off to meet each other and often times scare their respective crews doing so because they leave at night and forget to leave a note 

Whenever he does fall into using drugs again he usually spirals quickly until someone can help to pull him out of it

He wears mostly goth clothing in black, including a long leather coat that hes constantly sweating to death in, his mask is a bandana that he painted a skull on after realizing how much work it would be to do that makeup so often (he still wears heavy eyeliner often though)

He stopped straightening his hair when he moved to the zones, a piece of it in the front is now pink and the rest of it is black, his hair is one of the few things he actually puts time into maintaining

Let me know if you have anymore requests my asks are always open! <3

[generational-atrophy]

omgg i cant stop giggling n kicking my feet BUT can i request gn!reader 'accidentally' leaving a lipstick kiss mark on russia, america, canada, greece and japan before they leave for the day and the countries dont notice until either from a mirror or someone else points it out? AAOUGUGGH

hetalia russia, america, canada, greece, and japan when their s/os leave a kiss in lipstick

1.6k words ~ gender neutral headcanons

tw: none!

a/n: hjey guys did you know being a costume director is time consuming? i did not. send help. also enjoythis idk

Russia

It was never an easy affair to get Ivan out of the house. His clinginess combined with how admittedly boring his job was made it near impossible for him to leave without you forcing him to. Today was one of those days, and you were beginning to think you’d have to leave with him.

"But darling, can't you understand? It's so cold and miserable out there..." He whines as he holds you.

He's got you positioned so that you're standing between his legs while he sits on the couch, his arms wrapped tightly around you and his head resting against your chest. So... no escape available without coaxing.

"I know, I know, but you'll be late..."

"They will be ok without me, but I won't be ok without you!"

All you can do is sigh until you're suddenly struck with an idea. You can't go with him, but you can leave something with him. And looking down at his snow-white skin, you have just the idea.

"But you won't have to be without me, Vanya!" You chide, tilting his head up to look at you. His face lights up instantly.

"What do you mean?"

Instead of responding, you lean down and press a soft kiss against his forehead, leaving a pink imprint of your lips on his face.

"That one was magic, ok? It'll stay with you the whole day, so I'll always be with you!" It's childish, and you're struggling not to laugh, but his innocent expression tells you all you need to know. He'll finally let you go, none the wiser as to what you really meant.

-

"Ah- Mr. Braginsky..." Some random intern was forced to prompt later in the day, his tone fearful as to how Ivan would react.

"Yes?"

"You... you have something on- on your face..."

"Huh?" He reaches up to wipe where the intern had gestured, but only smiles when he comes away with your favourite lipstick. He decides that whatever left can stay... it's just your magic, after all.

America

Alfred was a busy man for all the effort he expended to prevent that exact reality. He'd much rather spend all day playing video games at home with you, but duty calls. Though, now, was just glad that for once, you were busy as well.

“Hey, babe!” He greets you with a bright smile, resting his hand on your shoulder before moving to sit across from you. The meeting spot he had chosen was busy, but at least it wasn't far from either places you two needed to be.

“Were you waiting long?”

“No, not really,“ You respond with a sigh, twirling the straw in your drink.

”Well, that's good because uh- bad news, I won't be able to stay l-“

”Ugh! Seriously?“

He shrinks a little, fidgeting with his hair, ”Yeah, I know, but like- I can't reall-“

”Do they know you're a person? Like, a person who needs to live?“

“Technically, I'm not, babe,” He laughs, “But I appreciate how protective you are anyway.“

He continued to talk with you for a while, about your day, his day, a weird guy he saw on the street, about how you can't keep threatening his boss because he's the president- until after only a few moments, his phone rang.

He sucked in a quick breath and accepted it, only speaking for a second. Then, he got up with a dramatic groan.

“That's my cue. I guess I'll see you later, K?”

But he wasn't about to get away that easy. You shot up, grabbing onto his tie and pulling closer so you could kiss his cheek quickly.

“For good luck,” You assure, and he grins.

-

“What are you guys laughing about?” Alfred asks as soon as he goes back to work, looking nervously at the group of co-workers pointing at him.

“Got something on your face, man!”

Instantly, he realizes what happened and hurriedly wipes it off. His face is red with embarrassment, but he can't deny the butterflies in his stomach.

Canada

No matter how long you've been together, Matthew never stopped trying to be the picture-perfect boyfriend. At least, that's what you thought as he chose to show up with roses when he came to pick you up. It might've been a fancy event, but you're sure no one else would be doing that kind of thing. But who were you this kind of attention?

“Uhm- good evening, Y/N,” He stutters out as you let him come in for a moment.

“Awww, you shouldn't have!“ You take the roses from him and set them aside.

”It- It's nothing, really-“

”Most men wouldn't even think of that anymore...“ You assure him. He looks sheepish now as if he hadn't expected you to like your gift.

”Then- then, um- they should learn how to t-treat their partners...“

How cute. You walk over to him and stand on your toes to kiss his cheek, to which he immediately stiffens and blushes.

“Thank you, Matthew.”

“Ye-Yeah, uh-huh- yeah- y-you're welcome,” He mumbles, looking down in embarrassment. The colour gracing his cheeks almost perfectly matches the mark your lipstick left behind. You begin to say something about it, but before you can, he frantically cuts you off.

“So- we should get g-going right? Right, time to go...” He blurts out, taking your hand and almost dragging you out to the car.

-

Finally, once you two arrived at the event, you gathered the courage to tell him.

While you two walked, arm in arm, up to the main entrance, you suddenly blurted out, ”You have lipstick on your cheek!“

Except by that time, more than a couple of people had seen him. causing him to instantly freeze up.

The colour drained from his face, and he weakly whimpered out, ”Um, c-could you- uh- g-get it?“

You immediately obliged, cleaning off his cheek. He was embarrassed, but it was still on his mind all night.

Greece

“But do you have to?”

“Yes.”

“But-”

“I’m not getting out of this one, ok?”

“But I don’t want you to go…” His protests were typical, but that didn’t make them any less annoying. Although, it’s hard to resist him when he’s clinging to you like a lost puppy and he smells like he just finished cooking.

“It’ll only be a few hours, ok?” You sigh, finally finishing your makeup.

All he can do now is whine softly, which makes you realize there may be only one way to stop his desperate clinginess. You turn around in his arms, take his pleading face in your hands, and press frenzied kisses all over it. Instantly, his eyes light up and his lips form a dopish smile, and you know you’re free.

“Is that better?” You ask, and he nods. But before you let go, you have to admire how silly he looks with your lips painted all over his face.

-

By the time you return home, it’s already dark. The house is quiet, and when you check the time, you realize he would’ve fallen asleep hours ago. But considering how exhausted you are already, it’s nothing but a relief.

When you enter your shared bedroom, your thoughts are confirmed. He’s already passed out, his broad body splayed haphazardly over your blankets. At first, you don’t think anything of it. But when you turn on the light to get ready for bed, you notice the red stains still sitting on his cheeks.

Somehow, throughout the entire rest of the day, he never looked in the mirror long enough to notice the lipstick covering his face. Or, maybe he did, and just decided that your tokens of affection could stay.

Japan

Kiku was never late. Not even when tired, sick, or at war, was he late to anything. So, the one day that he allowed himself to relax with you, was naturally the first day in centuries that he hadn’t been an hour early. 

“It’s gonna be alright!” You call out from the bathroom while you do your makeup, and he doesn’t even waste the time to respond. Even from all the way across the house, you can hear him desperately throwing things together.

“It is not alright!”

“You’ll still be on time!” That doesn’t seem to convince him to calm down at all, as you can hear his panicked breaths growing louder as he makes his way over to the entry door.

“Wait, wait, hold on,” You insist, and he pauses for a moment. When you meet him at the door, he looks a mess. His hair was askew, his eyes wild with panic, and his tie nearly all the way to the side.

You sigh and begin tidying him up. He relaxes under your touch, you can tell even from under his layers of stoicism; although he can’t allow himself to bask in your attention for long.

“I must go-”

“I know, I know, just…” You pull him forward, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek. He blushes but doesn’t let that distract him. In a moment, he’s gone out the door.

-

After a frenzied drive into the city, he can finally breathe a sigh of relief. 10 minutes early… not great, but enough. He looks in the mirror one last time, making sure he looks his best before he finally steps out into the public when he notices it. The print of your lipstick, still on his cheek.

His touch lingers on it for a moment, his breathing stilling, before he rubs it off. You’ll just have to replace it later, he tells himself before he finally steps out of the car.

[lady0ctavia]

What They'd Do for a First Date (Axis, Allies, & Nordics)

Something very quick because I just really wanted to get this idea out there. Also, I'm spending more and more time on my 2p!Prussia x Reader fic, but I wanted to make sure the rest of y'all are being fed.

So here are my headcanons on where I think a large chunk of the Hetalia boys would do for a first date!

Italy: While Feliciano's down for pretty much anything, he'd want to make sure the first date is something special. As such, he'd plan a nice, romantic dinner for the two of you where he cooks the food.

Germany: Ludwig would want to have the date at his house where you'd bake something together. He'd rather make either cake or bread. But he'd be open to hearing your ideas on what the two of you can bake.

Japan: I can see Kiku taking you to a painting class. Nothing super fancy or advanced, but something small, simple, and fun. Something where the two of you can delve into your creative side.

Prussia: Gilbert would 100% take you to the movies. He'd be down for seeing whatever you wanted to see, though he's more partial to action/adventure films. However, he wouldn't be opposed to horror, as he likes the idea of you getting scared and holding onto him.

Romano: Lovino will take you on a long walk around Rome sightseeing. He'd be pointing out every last bit of architecture you see and would recite a full history of everything. He's also the kind of guy to wanna take you on a boat ride.

America: Two words; amusement park. Alfred will absolutely take you to an amusement park or a state fair where you'd eat all kinds of fried foods, go on all of the rides, and, if it's a state fair, take you to the petting zoo. He'd also stress over planning the perfect kiss at the top of the Ferris wheel where the two of you'd watch the fireworks.

England: A first date with Arthur would be at a bookstore similar to that of Barnes and Noble. He'd want to look at different books with you and then chat about them over a cup of tea at an adjoining cafe.

France: I know it's kinda cliche at this point, but Francis would bring you to a fancy restaurant for a romantic, candle-lit dinner. Preferably in an area of the restaurant that is somewhat secluded. Hey, if it ain't broke don't fix it!

Russia: Ivan would simply want to go for a walk. Nothing big and fancy. He's perfectly content with something quiet and simple. He'd want to just stroll around town and chat about any of your shared likes or hobbies.

China: Maybe this is a little funny, seeing as he's so old, but Yao would take you to a museum. Mainly to constantly fact-check the workers there, as well as the displays. Especially if it's a Chinese museum. He's been around for 4000+ years, honey. He knows more than the people who work there.

Canada: Okay, this can go one of two ways. Matthieu would either take you on a nature walk through the beautiful Canadian woods, or he'd take you to a hockey game. Either way, the night will end with the two of you going in for a kiss, only to get interrupted by Mr. Kumajiro.

Denmark: I know this is gonna sound ridiculous, but Mathias would absolutely take you to the Lego Store. There is no way you can convince me that this man doesn't love Legos. He'd get cute little minifigures made of the two of you.

Sweden: I can see Berwald either being content with sitting at home and drinking hot cocoa, going to a musical performance of some kind, or, dare I say it, going to an IKEA and talking about what pieces of furniture would look the best in his or your living room.

Norway: Lukas would take you out into the woods late in the evening for the two of you to stargaze. He'd point out different constellations and tell you the stories behind them.

Finland: Alright, we all know Tino's a cutie, but don't let that adorable face deceive you. A first date with this man will either end up with him taking you to a heavy metal concert, or taking you out sharpshooting.

[yesimtrashforit]

My random Stranger Things headcanons (pt. 1?)

**these are mainly about what media they would like, I think. Also keep in mind, for the young Hopper and Joyce headcanons, I haven't seen The First Shadow. Do not spoil it pls if any of these are disproven by it! Thank you!

• Joyce is a fan of Bob Dylan, largely because he talks about women so kindly in his early songs and she appreciates a young male singer who can sing about women as actual people.

• In high school, Joyce was in theatre tech, mainly doing costumes and props. I just get the vibe that she was a shy theatre kid. I also like to think Joyce was fairly popular, but similar to Nancy, she was seen a stereotypical good girl who didn't date around.

• Hopper was very similar to season 1 era Steve in his youth, I think. Popular, homecoming king but he didn't win kinda vibe.

• In 1989, Will drags Mike to see Dead Poets Society in theaters and they both cry a lot bc of the tragedy of it, but also that Mr. Keating reminds them of Mr. Clarke. Mike's favorite character is Charlie/Nuwanda. Will's favorite is Todd. They both occasionally quote the movie to each other for years afterwards.

• In modern day, I believe 53-year-old Mike becomes a huge movie nerd and specifically gets really into indie sci-fi stuff. He thinks Mystery Science Theatre 3000 is hilarious btw. Will thinks this is obnoxious, but sweet.

• As far as future occupations, I think Will actually becomes a fairly successful comic illustrator. Mike is a games designer, specifically storyboarding and writing. Dustin is definitely an engineer. Lucas becomes a coach, possibly ending up coaching for the NBA because I think he would be that ambitious. I think Max would be a child psychologist. Nancy steps away from journalism and ends up becoming a lawyer, mainly handling civil cases. Jonathan is a photographer, but he sticks more to pop culture later. Steve becomes an elementary school teacher. Robin becomes some sort of historian, maybe in queer history. Erica becomes a politician and no one can tell me any different. Her campaign slogan is "You can't spell America without Erica."

• El writes a memoir about her life experiences (published under the name Jane "El" Hopper) and it becomes a NYT bestseller. I also think she becomes an activist later in life, specifically for ethical scientific research and technology use. As far as occupation, I think she would be a therapist.

• Dustin is a casual Shakespeare nerd later in life and generally enjoys his comedies more than Shakespeare tragedies.

[chaotic-starlight24]

Johnny Cade General Headcanons

Thank you guys so much for all the love on the previous headcanons! I have a lot of fun making these :) Now for the next group of them!

Warnings: Spoilers, Abuse

He is very nervous about just about everything but he is also the most brave person you will ever meet. Bravery is not doing things without fear, but in spite of it. So whenever the rest of the gang is too scared to try something he’s always the first one to step forward. Like one time Dally convinced the rest of them they should all try this zipline in town and once they got there everyone changed their mind. Even Dally (Man, I don’t think this is a smart idea…) But Johnny immediately offered to go first. Dally and Pony tried to convince him otherwise and he just shrugged and pulled a “Well, if I die I guess it’s meant to be.” He had a great time on the zipline and the rest of the gang went after him. (Dallas was shaking when he got off though)

He got his jean jacket when somebody lost theirs and another thought it was his. He was at a rodeo watching Dally and Soda when somebody came up to him. 

“Hey kid, what’s your name?”

“Uhh… Johnny?”

“Man kid, you seem like you thought I was here to kill ya or somethin! Anyways, found this jean jacket.”

“...Ok?”

“Well, if you're Johnny Cade I’m guessing this is yours. Your initials are written on the tag.”

“Um its no-”

Then the guy just walked off and Johnny ended up with a new jacket. Joey Castles didn’t need it anyways.

He has the most contagious smile you will ever see. It’s just so sweet and genuine that even Dallas can’t help but smile with him.

He doesn’t do great in school except for English and science. And he still isn’t amazing at those. English is the only class he pays attention in because thinking about the meanings behind stuff helps take his mind off of everything he's been through. The teacher loves his discussions he starts and wishes he would actually do his work because he would probably get an A. In science he just does the experiments. That’s all he enjoys in the class.

He’s actually not horrifying at hair styles (with my ocs he picked up on some stuff when he was hanging out with Tessa and Pony at Rosemary’s hair salon) but when he cut and bleached Pony’s hair it took everything in him to no grimace in front of Pony and call Rosemary about how to fix it. But he eventually convinced Pony that if they combed he would look fine. When Pony looked ok afterwards he made an audible sigh of relief.

One time he was sleeping in the lot and he woke up to a very large Newfoundland dog standing next to him. He screeched so loud it could be heard from Buck’s and ended up in a tree. At first he was convinced it was a bear coming to end him but eventually it just laid down below the tree. So he got down and just sat next to it. He decided to name him Bear and Bear now occasionally sleeps in the lot with him. He also will sometimes walk with Johnny around town.

When the gang first met Bear they all loved him. Except for Dally (he loves him now) who was jumpscared because he actually thought Johnny just brought a bear into the house.

He first met Sodapop in 2nd grade when he came to school with some bruises and Soda asked if he could help him. Johnny was ofc like “No! I’m fine! I’ve dealt with this before.” and Soda insisted, telling him that his mom had taught him how to help with pain. From then on Johnny stuck to Sodapop and basically lived at the Curtis house.

As I said in the Dallas headcanons before, he showed up in Tulsa while traversing America at the age of 13. And then slowly was integrated into the Curtis gang. Soda was very welcoming and so was Steve and Two-Bit but they were also kind of wary of him. They saw he was tougher than them, more cold, more mean. One day Johnny walked into the diner after Mrs. Curtis invited him and he just waltzed right up to Dally and started talking to him. And to everyone’s surprise they actually hit it off. Soon enough Dally became extremely protective of him and took the older brother role.

He has picked up a lot of things from Dally, including his unfiltered mouth. He is polite to soc girls and everything and doesn’t like whenever Dallas or any other greaser says some real dirty things about a random girl.He doesn’t care for dirty catcalls but he will just straight up start roasting people. And he’s good at it too!

He didn’t really like Sylvia. Mainly because he saw her and Dallas were just not a healthy relationship at all. They both tried in some aspects but their own (abusive) parents' relationships got into their way since it skewed their perspectives. So Johnny didn’t like to be there when they were together. (He sees a healthy relationship as Mr. and Mrs. Curtis)

If he had survived the fire he would be in a wheelchair and probably be one of the few to test out the new motorized ones. The hospital would learn very quickly that his parents were in no way going to be good caretakers and he would end up being adopted by a couple who lost their child. Their names are Eleanor and Russel and they love him very much. He would probably be a little less tense with them and the gang and put some more effort into school. But he will physically flinch whenever candles are lit and stuff so the gang and his new parents don’t use them very often. 

The gang knows he has a rather low self esteem (think he doesn’t deserve stuff, etc.) and he doesn’t usually accept gifts so they have to be sneaky for his birthday. Sometimes they just let him decide what they do that day, sometimes Dally just takes him out to eat and lets him get whatever, sometimes they give him stuff and insist that they just didn’t need it.

He really likes plants and flowers so sometimes he just takes a stroll through the town gardens or through the forest just to try and test himself on their names. If he survived him and Eleanor would have a garden full of ferns, flowers, and veggies. They would tend to it everyday and it was also another way for Johnny to build up his strength. Pony comes by every other day or so usually with a botany book and they figure out the different ways to make the plants stronger and stuff. Johnny especially likes the more strange plants. (Eleanor and him also name the veggie plants :)

He is very sensitive to physical affection and hates whenever people hug him or slap him on the back and all that stuff. He always freezes up. The gang knows this and tries their best to not intrude into his personal space (though he is a bit more comfortable with them). He is ok with it sometimes mainly when the gang asks him first. Then he’s ok with them leaning against him or messing up his hair. He just mainly hates it whenever people take him by surprise.

At first he was really weirded out by Mr. and Mrs. Curtis because he didn’t think your parents were supposed to be nice. But after a while he warmed up to them and especially looked up to Mr. Curtis. Mr. Curtis was actually the one to encourage his interest in plants. Johnny was reading a magazine in the general store Mr. Curtis was in charge of and started pointing out some of the really cool plants. Mr. Curtis knew a fair share about them and started teaching Johnny some of the basics he remembered from his childhood. (Mr. Curtis grew up on a homestead where his mom grew all sorts of stuff)

One more survival AU headcanon, Steve and Soda have modified parts of Johnny’s wheelchair to help him do more things. Like having a smaller motor for it that Steve engineered so that Johnny could also control it. Soda also helped create a wheel chair that Johnny could use in different terrains like while he works in the garden.

His mother is native american and his father is partially mexican. His mother was born in Arkansas and traveled into Oklahoma where she met his dad. His father was born and raised in a small town near Tulsa.

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for Halloween with Peter Parker

Peter Parker x reader

warnings:

a/n: FORGOT I WAS WRITIN THIS. LATE HALLOWEEN POST. I HAVE BEEN SO BUSY.

prompt:

you were spider-man for halloween (of course)

“really?” -peter

“there’s no better costume i could have picked” -you

peter was…iron man

“don’t tell mr. stark about this. ever” -peter

“too late” -you, taking a picture

you sent it straight to tony

and he called almost immediately

“you could have told me you were gonna be me, im flattered. i could have lent you an old suit of mine so you didn’t have to wear that cheap mask” -tony

“that’s so kind of you, but i dont know how safe it is to wear a military grade weapon to any halloween parties or like, on the street” -you

“well, you guys wouldn’t be on the street. you could fly!” -tony

“thank you, mr. stark. i just think i’ll fit it better with this stuff!” -peter

“well, suit yourself. cheaply.” -tony

you guys took so many pictures together

remaking all kinds of poses and such

(you colored a paper plate to look like captain america’s shield and did the spider pose on peter’s bed)

you both recreated the peter/tony picture together

“can i draw the goatee on your face” -you

“it’d be my greatest honor” -peter

it was sloppy but it was a fantastic addition

“‘FRIDAY, how many hours of sleep should the average human being get each night?’” -peter, mocking tony’s voice

“‘eight hours, mr. stark’” -you, mocking FRIDAY

“‘no, you’re wrong FRIDAY. the answer is two hours every two days’” -peter

fighting the urge to go trick or treating

“i mean—aren’t we a little too old for that?” -you

“i don’t really think there’s an age limit” -peter

“yeah, but like, i was thinking more of a party and some scary movies afterwards” -you

“…i have to call ned” -peter

ned showed up to peter’s house dressed as a spider

“we coordinated this. im the spider that bit you” -ned

may was basically babysitting you guys with a camera during all of this, too

constantly snapping candids

“guys, squeeze together so i can get a few more” -may

you guys ended up finding a party thrown by a midtown student and it was…

okay?

not exactly your speed, you know?

ned actually was kind of into it though

“shots! shots! shots!” -the crowd

ned did one shot

“UGHHHHHH” -ned, hating every second of it

“told you” -you and peter

okay, so maybe the party was a blow

(you guys stole a bunch of candy out of a bowl and left)

the neighborhood had really cool halloween lights, you were able to wander and check out the decor

“that’s so me” -you, every 60 seconds

“no, that’s me” -peter

“no, that’s you” -you, pointing at an inflatable spider that had been deflated

when you got back to peter’s, you found may obsessively baking “halloween treats”

“hi guys! okay, so i have witch finger pretzels, ghost marshmallows, pumpkin cookies—oh! and those tiny pumpkins with paint. go ahead, take some stuff!” -may

you all three squeezed together on the couch and turned on the halloween movie (og of course)

“no one draw any more spiders!” -peter

*you and ned freezing and trying to cover the spiders you just painted*

“oops” -you

cracking up the whole time

peter trying to poke you with the witch finger pretzel

then pretending to pick his nose with it and eat it

“ew, peter! stop!!” -you

“hey, did may just stick some sprinkles in this marshmallow and call it a ghost?” -ned

“yeah. it’s a ghost.” -peter

“yeah, ned. are you too good for it?” -you

*ned quietly eating the marshmallow*

every once in a while you’d start paying attention to the movie again

“gross. fake. dumbass. ew.” -you

eventually you guys all crashed (on the couches, of course) and may made sure to give each of you a blanket so you had a good night

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[violetvines]

heyy! could you write headcanons about alisa and a new spanish boyfriend please??

yesss perfect timing! i was thinking of doing something w alisa and a potential significant other too~

a very successful lawyer & a very annoying frenemy ⚖️

- let's call him... [lorenzo]

- they met in law school bc alisa decided to continue pursuing her studies and get a phd

- more specifically... they met in a simulation course where alisa was the attorney for the "defendant" and he was the attorney for the "plaintiff"

- alisa ended up not winning (but the professor said it was a close one) and she's not used to losing... so you can imagine her reaction

- lorenzo studied in england before coming to america so when he speaks english, his spanish accent is nearly gone, leading alisa to believe that he isn't fluent in spanish

- age gap of a year or two (alisa is ahead of most people her age)

- alisa is ice, not fire, but somehow he manages to always get on her nerves (even if he isn't doing anything wrong in particular)

- their trope is mainly enemies to lovers

summary: how alisa and lorenzo's story begins

warnings: slight swearing + spanish (with english translations!)

Alisa looked at the man before her. Her opponent. The plaintiff's attorney. Alisa Ortega was not used to losing, and perhaps in that way, she was every bit a Hawthorne as Tobias Hawthorne was.

She channeled her inner strength and power, as she did every time she fought a case and began presenting herself.

Twenty minutes later, after two rounds of going back and forth, the professor, seated in the judge's seat, pounded the gavel. Her opponent had just finished his sentence.

Was she going to let him have the last say?

She ignored the professor, locking eyes with the suit-clad figure before her. If you think I'm going to let this slide, you are dearly mistaken.

She continued with her points. When she spoke like this, she was like a force of nature. She made sure to mention all the points he had and counter them with arguments of her own. Her words flew out naturally like throwing stars, all aimed at one person's head.

Lorenzo Ramirez, he called himself.

During their introductory class, he'd told everyone that he'd been born in Spain but moved to England for the early years of his childhood. She doubted he was even fluent in Spanish, since he hadn't reacted when she'd asked him "¿Eres fluida en español? Are you fluent in Spanish?" She had thought about it that same night of her first class and had wanted to roll her eyes at the memory.

Why had she even bothered to ask? Maybe it was because she thought it was a coincidence that someone who shared her heritage had entered her life. It was ridiculous, now that she thought about it.

She ended her argument with a crossing of her arms. Then, her professor cut in, before that Ramirez could say a word.

"Thank you, Ms. Ortega. I commend you for your display and how you carry yourself, but I'd like to remind you that this is a university class and not an actual courtroom. We are now fifteen minutes behind schedule."

"Because of that, Mr. Ramirez is the winner of this round. I'd like to add that it was a close one, but it's important to maintain order in the court."

Alisa didn't know how she looked in the moment, but she was glad she couldn't see herself. She hoped she managed to maintain her composure. "I'm sorry, sir. I got too carried away."

"It won't happen again," she said, through gritted teeth and she looked up, just in time to see Lorenzo Ramirez grinning at her. So he was happy she had just gotten humiliated in front of everyone? Fine. She would wipe that grin off his face, sooner or later. Preferably... sooner.

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She didn't like eating in the cafeteria, because it reminded her too much of high school and all the ridiculous cliques. The coffee place opposite the campus was her go-to.

Alisa had been typing away on her laptop, replying to emails, when someone decided to set their tray down on the table she was occupying without even asking. She was about to open her mouth when she realised who it was.

"You look like you've seen a monster," Lorenzo muttered. He looked at her like he was concerned. That was good. He should be concerned.

"That's because I'm looking right at one." She replied, making sure to look right at him. He sat down, unfazed.

"Why are you here?" The question was a simple one, but somehow, it seemed like all questions were too difficult to be answered by him. He only stared at her like she was crazy.

"Because... it's lunch break?"

"You blockhead! ¡No es eso lo que quise decir!" (That's not what I meant!)

Alisa sighed. He probably didn't even understand. She had a habit to reverting to Spanish when she was frustrated. She wished he would just go away.

"Sé lo que quisiste decir." (I know what you meant.)

He said it so quietly and quickly, had Alisa not been fluent in Spanish, she wouldn't have been able to catch it. Now it was her turn to stare at him. So he could speak Spanish. And he was fluent in it.

"Blockhead is too strong a word, don't you think?" He continued, not missing a beat. "You're talking to the winner of the case."

She knew he said that just to spite her. She didn't know how or why she was feeling this way, she was usually able to keep her cool, but there was something about this guy that ignited the fire inside her.

"Agree to disagree. My counter-argument was good and you know it." She countered.

"Well, I don't know... you just said I'm a blockhead, so maybe I don't know it." He shrugged, like he hadn't been saying the opposite thing one second ago.

"What-"

Alisa slammed her laptop shut. She couldn't do this. She couldn't sit here with him. But before she could get up and go, he slid over his cup of coffee to her.

"I wanted to apologise for just now. My grinning at the end of our... exchange or debate or whatever that was back there in class must have made me look like an absolute jerk."

"Please take it. Don't leave a gentleman like me hanging." He had the audacity to wink.

She took it anyway, just because she needed coffee right at that moment. Their fingers brushed slightly and they locked eyes.

He smiled softly. And Alisa didn't smile back.

Because she would never admit that her heart had warmed just a little bit more, with a different kind of fire, when she was met with the sight of his smile.

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They walked back to campus together. Before parting ways, they had a final exchange, one she would go on to remember forever.

"So... are we friends now?" Lorenzo asked. He didn't look afraid if he thought she would say no. There was something self-assured about him, in a good way.

"No... not even close." She replied, because she wasn't used to letting people in.

"Frenemies then?" He tried again. He was persistent, too.

She decided to give that a chance. "Frenemies."

- they end up dating a few months after this exchange and he has a habit of getting her a different bouquet of flowers each time they go out for a date

- they study together and graduate together with flying colours <3

- most of their dates consist of study dates but he also loves taking her out to dinner at expensive places (she feels bad about it sometimes, but she secretly loves it and he can see that)

- he makes sure she isn't too hard on herself bc alisa is alisa

- anddd he becomes the hawthornes' most trusted attorney (after alisa!)

- they have spanish inside jokes

- they open a law firm together, one of the most successful ones ever

- they love debating w each other, even if it's about silly topics

- they are the intimidating power couple and they always coordinate their fits to match

i hope you like these <3

[agentlizardofowca]

I wonder if anyone would agree with a headcanon I like to think about sometimes that Heinz and Roger Doofenshmirtz have different fathers.

Like... I know Heinz is supposed to look like his dad, and Roger like his mom? But Roger exclusively look like his mom. Any features he shares with father Doof, he also shares with mother Doofenshmirtz- And Mr Doofenhsmirtz named his dog Only Son and apparently didn't change that name after Roger came along?

It could be one of the reasons why Mr. and Mrs. Doofenshmirts split up, since Father lives in Drusselstein, but Mother moved to America with Roger. Then again...if I was married to Heinz's mother I would also make sure to keep her a continent away from me.

Roger doesn't know about this btw. He is blissfully unaware. (someone should tell him)

[mrfandomwars]

Here, have 2 headcanon's about the JSA and JL

In the earths where the JSA was the first hero team, then retired, then a while later came the JL as a new generation of heroes, the Hall Of Justice was actually JSA's original base of operations that was turned into a museum after the JSA officially retired/disbanded (even if you see some heroes still operating now and then) and they just 'gifted' the space to the JL after they were formed, sorta to continue tradition - though maybe their legacy heroes + their old members that joined the League may technically be the ones to own the building, with the JL being allowed to operate there bc said legacy heroes and former members are part of the League.

The JSA still have their original meeting room there though, and are known to visit often, to both gossip, mentor new heroes or even just to steal a mission or two to do it in the name of 'JSA reunion'

2. the JSA has beef with Batman or at least dislike him, this could be for whatever reason such as:

Based off of the previous headcanon: when they were being given the tour of the JL's version of the Hall Of Justice, they walked in on Batman directing a bunch of construction people around to change a lot of the building. He had to be talked down from it and the JSA were Offended because the HOJ was good as it was!

Dinah or even just Oliver has beef with Bruce, and they are siding with Dinah/Oliver because of relations, nothing personal Bruce

On the first meeting, Batman glared at Barry to shut him up, Jay took offence and declared a mostly one-sided aka only Jay's part beef with the Batfamily and the JSA sided with the Flash Family

Wally was told Bruce's secret identity Before Barry because he had befriended Dick, and Bruce made him keep it secret from other people. JSA took Offence

Bruce is in a romantic relationship with Diana or Barry or any of the legacy heroes and the JSA doesn't think he is good enough to be in said relationship

Bruce's contingency plans for them involves their family, and they Don't Like That Mr Dark Knight

Bruce said on live television he thought the name Justice Society was tacky, and possibly criticized them for having their secret identities public (if we go with them having them public, that is)

Bruce is convinced that they dislike him, they just think it's funny to give him the taste of how he makes others feel

etc

[elithegnome]

Hetalia Head canons for the first time in quite a while

•Lithuania has a crippling addiction to TV girl (don’t ask me why, he just does okay?)

•Germany talks to every dog he sees in a baby voice

•Romano hates Phantom of the Opera, but Veneziano loves it, so they argue about it at least every other week

•Denmark has an off brand Mr Beast YouTube Channel

•Iceland leaves hate comments on said YouTube videos

•America can do that eagle screeching sound (you know the one)

•Romania despises Twilight but still says he’s team Edward ironically

Feel free to reblog with any Headcanons you may have!

[adrixivy]

You guys know that common headcanon that Steve always hates it whenever someone curses or something is going down when he curses. Well, I raise you something better. Steve HATES when someone mention language just out of spite for that ONE time he said language and he is absolutely pissed about it. And it’s absolutely hilarious because the team knows it and does it anyway.

Tony and Clint are fighting about who is better at pranks and the whole team is just watching this go down, including Peter.

Tony: Well I don’t think you can say that when I glitterbombed your ass-

And immediately, the whole team (except Steve) and Peter are screaming “LANGUAGE!”

Clint in the most ‘I’m snitching you to mom!’ whine: CAP HE SAID A CURSE WORD

Natasha, just wanted to poke at Steve: I don’t think Steve appreciates that language

Thor, genuinely believed Steve didn’t like it: MAN OF IRON USED FOUL LANGUAGE!

Peter, simply joining in the fun bc why not: MR ROGERS, MR STARK USED A BAD WORD!

And Steve is sitting there, absolutely done with the team. It gets worse when he tries to say something

Steve: Ass is not a bad word-

Tony, screaming: CAP WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT

Clint, screaching: I EXPECTED BETTER FROM YOU!

Peter, wanting to be an annoying shit he is and added more fuel to the fire: MR ROGERS THAT’S A BAD WORD, YOU SHOULDN’T SAY THAT!

And Steve absolutely gives up and walks out of the room. (He storms out of the room, body barely containing his anger)

Imagine this happening in missions. It’s worse and gets progressively so when he is the one that cursed.

Steve being kicked and sent flying into a brick wall and getting a minor headache and then immediately ambushed by a group of burly men: This is some fucked up bull-

Steve couldn’t complete his sentence as the whole team is on the comms, shouting at him and making his minor headache worse

Tony, already flying towards Steve with a grin: Capsicle, language!

Clint, driving a car he stole and Natasha in it towards Steve: Cap, I thought you didn’t appreciate that language? (Natasha chuckles and Clint is howling with laughter as a series of grumbles were heard)

Hulk, landing beside Steve and smashing the enemies with ease: Bad word!

Thor, surprised Cap used a bad word and thought he didn’t know it was: Rogers, that’s a foul word!

Peter is swinging around, looking out as he cackles: Someone’s been a bad boy with his language!

Nick Fury, intercepting their comms to give instructions on what to do with the goons after but decided to comment something: You kiss your mama with that mouth?

And Steve is absolutely done, fed up and officially finished. He got up, angrily demolished all the remaining enemies alongside Hulk and bought his America’s ass quietly to the Quinjet. The whole trip back to the tower was filled with small giggles and chuckles while a fuming blonde sat at one corner.

[the-traffic-report]

Dr Benzedrine headcanons GO

Ok ok so first real post time!

Dr. benzedrine:

He was born in a wealthy part of the city april 27th 2003

Both of his parents were BLI employes who encouraged him from a young age to follow in their footsteps 

When he was 14 he got an internship at a medical facility (In the city 16 is considered an adult so it’s not unreasonable to start working a real job at 14)

The city often times doesn’t give people much of an opportunity to have a childhood and Benzedrine was one of the people who fell into that

He wasn’t very good at following rules though, often times he would get curious about the effects of things in a less than ethical way

He met Donnie (the catcher) when he was 13, Donnie was there to help with zones smuggling and was the person to show Benzedrine how fucked up the city was, he slowly started seeing more and more of it

He left when he was 14 turning 15 with Donnie, and soon after started living with (horseshoe) Crab, Donnie, and Sandman

Knowing about actual medical treatments gave the suitehearts a pretty big advantage in the zones compared to other crews

He's the closest with Sandman since they're both from the city and can understand each other a bit more

Also that motherfucker burns the fastest out of almost anyone in the desert, even after years of being there he’s still paper white but he has amassed a ridiculous amount of freckles

To most people Benzedrine is really mysterious because out of all the suitehearts he gets out the least, he’s very antisocial around people who aren’t a part of his crew

His style is weird even in killjoy terms, it’s lots of weird little hats and bright neon yellows, you could see the guy from a mile away

He’s agender and has really never understood the concept of gender as a whole since he just doesn’t have one, he goes by he/it pronouns

Hes also aroace (triple A battery if you will) and completely romance repulsed, he hates hearing about other people's romantic relationships and would complain about being nauseous if he saw any public displays of affection

Earned the nickname “Mr. medical malpractice” from Crab (he absolutely never had a real medical license)

And speaking of nicknames, no one but his crew can call it “Benze” it’s strictly for people he’s extremely close to, it’s also one of the only nicknames people can use

Unlike the rest of his crew Benzedrine never really uses zone’s slang as much as his crewmates, it was just never something that caught on for him

Please feel free to use the asks to request more characters!

[lady0ctavia]

When Their S/O Has a Nightmare (Allies)

Headcanons for how the Hetalia characters would react to their S/O having a nightmare while lying in bed beside them.

America: Alfred would internally debate for a few minutes as to whether or not it would be a good idea to wake you up. On one hand, he knows most people don't like to be woken up, especially in the middle of the night. But on the other hand, he hates to see you in any level of pain, physical or otherwise. If your cries don't quiet down after a few minutes, he'll wake you up. As you try to go back to sleep he'll move closer to you, propping himself up on one elbow as he rubs a hand up and down your back.

England: "Oh love," is what Arthur would whisper to himself when he finds your sleeping face contorted with fear, your body trembling. He'd be very gentle about waking you up, either caressing your face or gently shaking your arm. When you awake, he's there to wipe the tears away and put an arm around you, pulling you closer into his chest. He'd trace little hearts on your back. However, if you're in a place where you really need to talk about your nightmare, he'd take a moment to fix you a cup of tea to drink in bed, where he'd listen to every word.

France: As you begin to whimper, Francis is already beginning to lightly caress your face. He'd do his best to avoid waking you, instead bringing the covers further over you two and using his arms to pull you into his chest, almost cradling you. This action is probably what would wake you up. If it did, he'd begin pressing small kisses to your forehead, whispering sweet nothings into your ear in French. He'd probably also start running his fingers through your hair.

Russia: Alright, you having nightmares will probably be the thing that hurts him the most. As someone who gets frequent nightmares himself, he hates to see you suffer the same way. He'd wake you by gently shaking your shoulders and hovering over you. When you awaken and need calming down, he'll wrap his entire body around yours, cuddling you as close as possible, enveloping your body with his. "Don't worry, sunflower. I won't let anybody harm you. Not now, not ever."

China: Yao would probably not wake you up if you were having a nightmare. If anything he'd lay there and hold onto your hand, rubbing his thumb over the skin, holding tight. If you wake up he'd offer to make you some tea, as well as talk about what's bothering you. And when you go back to sleep he'll return to holding your hand. Seeing as he's not a big cuddler, he sees holding your hand as a comfortable way to signal to you that he's there.

Canada: When Matthieu hears you sniffling in your sleep, he gently shakes you awake. He doesn't like seeing you like this. When you awaken he'd be quick to say, "You looked like you were having a nightmare, sweetie. Care to talk about it?" As the most empathetic of the allies, he'd listen to every word you had to say. Afterward (or if you just don't want to talk about it), he'd ask you if you'd like some tea or hot cocoa. He's all about trying to make you as comfortable as possible. Not to mention that Mr. Kumajiro will notice you're having a nightmare as well. As a result, he'd also insist on cuddling with you two the rest of the night.