#new headcanon unlocked:

[uhhlifeig]

Skating - Dec. 27th - word count: 405 - @wolfstarmicrofic

“Jam,” Sirius hissed. “James, who’s that?” He pointed at a young man who looked about their age sitting outside the rink. 

“Dunno, Siri,” James replied. “Wanna go and ask?”

“No, Jam, we need to come up with a plan,” Sirius said, still whispering. “I want his number, James, help me.”

“Dude, I’ve always been shit at relationships,” James said. At Sirius’s glare, he amended, “But not my current one, I swear.”

“Good, ‘cause if you hurt Reg, you’ll be six feet under,” Sirius said. “Now, help me.”

“Siri, you could just go up and ask. You’re plenty pretty enough,” James sighed. “I don’t see why I need to help.”

“Well thank you, Jam, but I dunno if he even likes men!” Sirius whisper-yelled. “Help me, Jams, I’m having a crisis here!”

“Fine. I’ll ask him,” James sighed. He made his way off the ice and over to Sirius’s new crush, apprehensively tapping him on the shoulder when he was close enough.

“Hey,” James said when the guy looked at him. “Sorry, random question, but do you like men? ‘Cause my friend out there- the one with the long black hair- wants your number, so…” he trailed off. 

He should not have said that. Sirius was going to kill him.

The mystery man looked shocked for all of two seconds before he chortled. “Yeah, I like men. Uhm, yeah, that was quite the start to a conversation. Name’s Remus Lupin, by the way, tell that to your friend.”

“Yeah, of course. Oh, and if you don’t mind, please don’t tell him that I accidentally told you that he wants your number, thanks,” James said, already getting back onto the ice.

He saw Remus nod, and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Sirius,” James said, sneaking up on his friend. “Good news, he likes men. Oh, and his name’s Remus. Now go ask him, or I’m never dealing with your love life again.”

Sirius took a deep breath before making his way over to where Remus sat. James watched as they engaged in conversation, smiling the whole time. 

Finally, Sirius made his way back over to James with a wide grin on his face. “Jam!” he yelled. “Jam, I have his number now!”

“Congrats!” James smiled. Thank fuck, Remus didn’t spill the beans, he thought.

“Now, Jam, do you think I should take him skating or to the park for our first date?” Sirius asked excitedly.

James groaned. 

[sillyshadow]

first kiss

bonus:

[max-the-silly-guy]

Oh my god they're so fucking gay

[basil--and--sage]

Favourite Dwalin headcanon: he's a tough bastard AND simultaneously the biggest softie.

After the barrel chase, in the span of an hour, he probably gave both Fíli and Kíli a smacker on the forehead and was like "Were the Elves mean to you, little nuggets 😭", and then went and planned to drown Bard in the frozen lake in cold blood.

[mockingjaylad]

Family drawing time !!

[bmhcdnsms]

protective ! biker boyfriend headcanons

[male reader] - fem alligned, minors / ageless, and blank blogs dni or u will be blocked !

protective ! biker bf . . . who doesn't let you go anywhere without him. exclusively rides his bike, he knows how to drive a regular car, just chooses not to, and trust everytime he picks you up, it's with his bike humming in the background, waiting to be ridden.

"there's my pretty boy," he flirts, leaning down the moment you open the door and stealing a kiss from you. and when he feels the way you so naturally kiss back, he can't help but go in for another. and then another. he gets a total of five kisses before he's satisfied.

"remind me why we need to take your loud ass bike to the conveinence store, luci?" his full name is lucian, but the nickname luci was coined after you guys got really comfortable in your relationship. and he loves it. only when it comes from your lips, of course.

"everyone in this shit town needs to know whenever we go anywhere," he explains simply, taking off of his thick leather jacket (he has another layer of a thick, long sleeve, specially made for bikers, shirt underneath) and holding it open for you to wear, "plus, it gives me an excuse to see you in my gear. makes you so sexy," he teases, leaning down to give you another surprise kiss before shoving the helmet down onto your head.

now you're wearing your own helmet, his jacket, and riding on the back of his bike with your arms tightly bound around his waist.

protective ! biker bf . . . who spoils you rotten. he wants to treat you to the most lavish of experiences and he'll deliver them to you with you on the back of his bike or take you to those places with you riding on the back of said bike.

the revving of a familiar, loud engine makes you roll out of bed with a pissed off look on your face. you tug the curtains open, looking at your boyfriend at the end of your lawn with your arms crossed over your chest. since he's not that far, you can see how cheesily wide his grin is.

you open the window, knowing that he'll start throwing pebbles at it if you don't, and lean out into the open night air.

"you trying to wake the whole place, luci?" the usage of the nickname shows to him that you're not actually mad at him.

"no, just you, my love," he says, sauntering across the lawn with his hands behind his back, "wanted to give you a late night gift,"

he reveals a huge bouquet of roses that were hiding behind his back.

"luci," your tone is unique; showing that you're flattered and embarassed in the lavish, sweet gift, but also scolding in some sense because of how late it was for him to be doing this.

"[nameee]," he says, in the same candence. he walks over, putting the stems into his mouth and biting down as he works on climbing up to your window. and when he's finally arrived to your heigth, he's handing you the roses with a grin, "for my boy,"

"you're such a romantic," you tease, not finding the will to be mad at him anymore. not when he looks so perfect with his messy hair and smirking face. "c'mere," you say, leaning forward with your hand already on his cheek.

he welcomes the affection with ease, pressing into you and grabbing you by the waist to keep you stationed right where he wants you. it takes smacking his chest to make him let you go, revealing his smirking, proud face on display for you to glare at.

"thank you, baby, they're really pretty," you say, pecking him once more before turning away to set them on the table.

"i got the best out of the bunch for you, pretty boy," he says, kicking off of the window sill and shedding off his jacket and boots. soon, he's collapsing onto your bed and waiting for you to join him, "think i get some cuddles for this grand gesture now."

"oh, do you, really?" you tease, yelping when he suddenly pulls you down to lay with him, laughing as his fingers tickle your sides.

"some cuddles and some more?" he says with a wink, making you roll your eyes.

"shut up."

protective ! biker bf . . . who makes it very obvious you're taken. he's got you two matching jewelry, you're his lockscreen and homescreen, he's your lockscreen (he let you have your homescreen be whatever you wanted it to be...the lockscreen is what mattesr most anyway because that's the one that everyone sees), he's got a bracelet on his wrist with your name spelt out in childish beads, he's got a necklace with a heart locket that has a picture of you two, he has your name tattooed- just kidding, he doesn't...but keep an eye on him because he's been genuinely thinking of getting one.

"baby, you're not wearing it," your supposedly tough boyfriend whines as you're both about to leave, "wear it!" he childishly whines again.

he's talking about his letterman jacket that he got custom made with his last name on the back and the emblem of his biker gang on the back.

it's not a serious group - in the sense they go around causing purposeful trouble, but still he wanted to have some sort of physical proof to show that it was a sentimental thing for him. he never let anyone else wear it, but you and him too.

"i have my own jacket..."

you just killed him. he's writhing on the floor in immense pain as he clutches his chest and cries out for mercy. his dramatic tantrum won't be held over until that jacket is around your shoulders, so you better just put it on to make him shut up.

-

his lockscreen is a photo of you hugging him from behind while he has his helmet on. your kissing the top of the hard shell, a smile on your lips and a masked one on his. it's a selfie, so you're looking right at the camera with a crinkle in your eyes from your wide smile.

his homescreen is a photo of you and him resting in bed. he doesn't have his shirt on so your head is just resting on his bare chest. and you're sleepy, completely unaware of the photo he's taking of you. he's sleepily grinning ear to ear as he looks down at you though, so enamored by how cute you are. if you squint, you can see the initials of your name inked into his collarbone - which is only a couple inches away from where your head is resting.

protective ! biker bf . . . who uses his easily intimidating stance to scare off anyone that comes up to you two. in any situation, he's standing very close by and very ready to bite at anyone that gets too close (metaphorically, of course...).

the tent restaurant you were sitting in had to be one of your favorites. they served the best food, were run by a cute old lady, and had a good crowd surrounding you two. his leather jacket was thrown over your shoulders to keep you warm, since air did keep coming into the place, and he was sat right across from you.

the plastic table had all types of food scattered everywhere and his eyes practically had stars in them.

"which one do you want, babe?" he said, already getting ready to give you a big portion of the food that you both ordered.

you told him which one with a grateful smile, kissing his hand quickly as he was reaching out for some of the delicious food to plate for you. he blushed profusely, cursing you for being so "adorable" and flustering him so much for no reason.

"i just have the best boy-"

"sorry, excuse me, but you dropped your napkin," a stranger passing by said, bending over and picking up the cloth that had fallen from your lap and onto the ground.

you took it from the man's hold, ignoring the way your fingers brushed against his, and politely thanked him.

"thank-"

"here, don't use that one now since it's dirty, babe," lucian says quickly, grabbing it from your hand before you can return it to its previous position. instead, he hands you his and gently smiles, "use mine,"

"what? no, you don't have to," you scold, looking at him with a warning look. you would be fine with your own napkin anyway, plus you didn't want him to eat without one.

the stranger looked at the exchange with a sheepish smile, then directed his next words to you, "if you would like, i could get you another one from a staff member?"

"that would be gr-"

"we don't need your help, man, just scram already," lucian sighs, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand. as if he was incredibly stressed with the newcomer.

you kicked him under the table, which he winced and pouted at.

"uhm, don't mind him. and it's alright, i can flag down a waitress so you don't have to worry about it." you said with a kind smile, hoping the guy would take the hint and leave. you knew why lucian was acting up and you would rather not colorfully scold him in front of a stranger.

"if you insist," he kindly returns the smile before taking his leave, scattering away when he notices your boyfriend glaring at him through his hand that was covering his face.

immediately, you reach over and pinch lucian's cheek and tug hard, "are you serious? you fucking man-baby,"

"i'm sorrryyy," he drawls out, the tone of his voice shaking as you tug and wiggle his cheek in contempt.

-

in conclusion, he's a big dramatic sweetheart when it comes to you and also always really flirty and playful. unless has something to say, or exsists too close to you two, then he becomes a grade-A asshole and finds a way to make that person's interaction with you severely uncomfortable and awkward.

[yannaryartside]

Luca is relatable as fuck

I love him

Like, to see him making questions to the point of dragging the other chef to boredom, was the neurodivergent representation I didn't know I needed from the Bear (there are popular headcanons that Carmy and Sydney are on the spectrum too, but this was raw). I love him. I love him so much you guys have no idea.

It definitely seemed they have expanded on his character to be more “like Syd,” especially in a cut scene of Carmy speaking with other chefs. Like they were trying to said Luca is more like Syd in the social aspect. Like they are more “compatible” in plain sight. Moreover, when Syd and Luca started talking the chemistry was instant. I also like the comparison of Luca’s injuries and Syd’d injuries in their first days.

Carmy still was pretty close off and distracted in his conversations, didn't feel more at ease than in the Bear but at least I am happy he didn't try to be “Logan” (I know I am being an ass, I have been there, masking is kinda in the job description, but I don't want to see Carmy doing that shit ever again).

[rokishimizu4]

Oracal’s First sighting of Fear

To say that Babs wasn’t in the mood to be stuck in traffic, in her dad’s police car, while a villain monologues about something, was an understatement.

What’s worse was that the villain was new and somehow controlling Fucken mosquitoes with a device on his wrist.

She was also a few seconds away from pulling her own self out of the car and demand that the ‘Mosquitoe King’ give up or she’s going to get out her hairspray and a lighter.

At least she until she saw the look of pure, unadulterated, fear on his face and her dad rushing back into the car, shaking like a leaf, rolling the windows up, and locking the doors like his life depended on it.

Her unspoken question is answered by the screeching of bats, millions by her count, but not the bats familiar to Gotham.

All of them were glowing white with purple bodies and leaving behind some type of stardust behind as they swarmed the mosquitoes and the ‘King’.

But that wasn’t the worse part, the thing that gently crushed a few centimeters of the car’s roof was.

It looked similar to Man Bat, who was in Arkham Asylum and undergoing treatment for a cure, but bigger and drooling purple slim from its open mouth. It barely leaped from the roof and surrounded the Mosquito King with its massive wings and the fight is over before it even began.

Babs and her father, who looks a few seconds away from passing out, look at each other then the empty street in the middle of a circle of police cars.

”Let’s just… go see Tim.” Babs finally says as she finally lets go her seat, which is unknowingly held onto for dear life just a few moments ago.

Her dad, Commissioner Gordon-who was now thinking of retiring, could only nod as he somehow manages to get to the Wayne Manor without another villain run in.

”I’m too old for this. Alfred, can we stay here tonight?”

[10underoot2]

I have a headcanon of BaekHong being this power couple even as they raise their daughter.

They're very hands on. The nanny, Mrs.Jang, is always available but she feels like it's the easiest gig she ever got. She's seen other rich families just birthing the child and giving it to the nanny to look after. They only feed or play with it when convenient but not Mr. Baek and Mrs.Baek. Soobin is the light of their existance. They both wouldn't be at peace until they saw her once back from work. Mrs.Baek would only go for a few hours, most of the time taking Soobin and the nanny with her. She never would have believed someone like Ms.Hong would find a way to conduct her meetings but still cradle her inconsolable child in her office. She had never imagined Mr. Baek would play with her in his office plain for all to see. She also hadn't imagined either of the parents' amusement when the 6 month old puked on designer bags and clothes. She had seen children resented and glared at for that. But not this rich couple. They loved their child like their life depended on it. Even when tired, overworked, frustrated they made time for their daughter always. Mrs.Jang often felt like the last resort. Moments when even she could see that the strain of work and life could no longer render them available to care for their child she took over for them. But even then these moments were scarce. She had heard months into her employment that the couple was actually against hiring her but had only agreed due to incessant requests of the child's maternal grandmother.

So when she was informed that the couple was throwing a big networking party for the Queens department store, she was sure this was her moment to shine. Because what rich couple feeds, changes, plays or cares about their child in the presence of 400+ highly influential people. Even if they both wanted to they wouldn't find the time.

But come day of the event, Haein was all dolled up looking magnificent beside Mr. Baek as they both laughed and dressed up their 6 month old baby. During the party, Soobin went from welcoming guests in her Armani clad suit father's arms. To discussing complex legal matters and networking with him still viewing the world from the high vantage point her father's height afforded her. Smiles representative of only pure joy, adored Hyunwoo and Hae-in's face each time they talked, interacted or received a smile from Baby Soobin.

At long last Soobin urged her father to put her to sleep in his arms where he kept her for half an hour before parting with her achingly in Mrs.Jang's care. When she woke up hours later fussing, he was there before the nanny could try to appease her. She had seen him excuse himself as soon as politely possible as Soobin continued to cry. He stood there, fully dressed trying to appease her a while before he went to his wife who was deep in conversation trying to recruit brands for her store. Mrs. Jang knew it was an important event for Mrs. Baek, so she expects not to see her all night near Soobin. From what she had heard (but never seen) about the couple's rocky relationship she thought this would be it. She would now see them fight as he dared approach her during such important talks.

But for Haein, seeing her husband walk towards her with their adorable daughter in his hands was a sight in and of itself. Her eyes were already on them. Hyunwoo politely greets everyone and leans in close to her to say: 'I've tried everything I could. I think she needs you.' She pauses her conversation on the spot. Says her apologies and moves inside to care for her daughter. Hyunwoo takes up the conversation and sells the store for her until she comes back with a happy Soobin in her arms for the crowd to coo at. Among the many photos the photographer had taken of the night their favourite remains of Soobin absolutely overjoyed to see her father as her mother mirrors both of their joy at being able to witness the moment.

Little do the happy family know there's gossip - and a lot of it at that. There's gossip on the mighty lawyer Hyunwoo being a wuss who's not in control of the house. On Hyunwoo not doing his part as a father 'So what if he has a pretty face, he should be slaving away taking care of his daughter why give her to the mother when things get difficult?' On Haein for being duped by his charms. On Haein for holding the baby wrong. For growing soft, for being dumb enough to ignore big shot CEOs because a human with a brain not even fully developed was crying.

No one sees the couple take respite in caring for their adorable daughter. Even when Soobin cries the shrillest, it makes Hyun woo just pick up another toy and Haein make the funniest face she can think of to appease her. They know the pain of the loss of a child. They cannot fathom not doing everything in their power to love this gift of theirs. No matter what she does she has both of them wrapped around her fingers. Because they're the luckiest to have her and call themselves her parents. It feels like a miracle each day and they'd be damned if they let a stupid department store take that away from them. So what if they lost a contract or two, the extra wons wouldn't fill up their candy jar. After all, all the money they had couldn't bring back their baby either.

[barneswilsonrogers]

It's so funny (and adorable) how Anthony's the oldest of the three, and yet it was Chris and Sebastian who were the old men in pajamas sitting at home being couch potatoes🤣🤣🤣

[strongestbanner]

I know I'm a stranger, but I've never spent as much time reading headcanons on Tumblr as I have in the last 48 hours. A month ago I started having an obsession with Vic, and it feels like Barbieland here. Just let me be another Sabretooth girlie ♡

PS: I mean, HE IS A BI/PAN KING, and nobody can change my mind 😼💅🏻

PS 2: Happy Pride Month, Sabretooth Army 🧡🤎🧡🤎🧡 🏳️‍🌈 (can we call ourselves that?)

[phantomcellar]

Do y'all think that one of the reasons J likes pens (the other being that it's a JCJenson product) so much is because she still likes to draw?

Like she was pretty good at drawing as a worker imo and I'd like to imagine she still likes to draw in her free time, but the only thing she has to draw is the pen she got from the company

[yujeong]

I'm sorry but, was no one going to tell me that Vegas is feeling Pete's pulse here ????

In case what I'm saying isn't that evident from the image, here's a gif of that moment too:

Do you see him slightly caressing Pete's cheek, after maneuvering his head to be up straight again, and then placing his index finger at the side of his neck? Do you also see him checking Pete's eyes as he's doing it, to see him looking away? Well. I did yesterday and I haven't been normal since. Now, it could very well be too high for him to find it and see if Pete's pulse is heightened due to his frustration by Vegas' comment, but even if that's the case, it's insane to me how Vegas proceeds to do this, a similar gesture to what he did here:

Here being, him trying to coerce Pete into having sex with him, which is his veiled attempt at redirecting his powerlessness into something that makes him feel like he has any sort of control over... anything really. And here, he's doing it in an obvious manner too, he's looking at his hand as he's pressing his finger on Pete's neck and Pete knows it. Was it the same way the second time? Did Pete feel Vegas' finger touch his neck, despite the turmoil he was in? Did he understand the implications of Vegas doing this again or did he misinterpret the whole thing? It's insane to me how Vegas uses his methods of manipulation even when he's genuine, something the show clearly demonstrated by the parallels between how he treated Porsche and Pete (the lighter and the request to be killed by them). I'm just in awe how subtly it was used here too, the smallest of details that I had missed the numerous times I've re-watched this scene.

[v0idwraith]

Also why is Edwin always disguised as a woman like

[friendly-neighbourhood-wet-cat]

OMFG I MIGHT BE STUPID AND WE ALL REALISED THIS AGES AGO BUT BROOOO

AGATHA AND RIO LITERALLY CAN'T KISS

RIO'S KISS KILLS PPL

THAT'S WHY SHE WAS LIKE "Agatha" IN THAT TONE IN EP4

SHE WAS WARNING HER

IM NOT OKAY

[rose-tinted-vision]

Yuan Lu's longevity braids:

Something that stood out to me about Yuan Lu's character styling in A journey to love is his hair, mainly because the other leads don't have small braids like his.

But it didn't really occur to me that they might be longevity braids until i came across this Weibo post:

OP: "a journey to love has killed me once again, I've only just noticed that nearing the end Yuan Lu's longevity braids have come loose. Longevity braids coming loose represent Yuan Lu's ending. Save me, a journey to love really knows how to knife someone."

from these shots (ep 8), there's at least three braids on his right and one on his left

and yet in these shots (ep 35), as op pointed out, there are no braids in his hair

And then I came across this Douyin about Yuan Lu:

Douyin caption: "actually Yuan Lu has a few more braids called "longevity braids" than the others, something that elders would usually tie for frail children."

So I went to double check the cultural meanings behind longevity braids (it's a sort of platform like Quora/Reddit, so the answers are not 100% accurate, take with a grain of salt):

Question: Why do some boys keep a small braid at the back of their head?

Community answer: if boys in the village have braids, it's largely for this reason: if the child is frail since young they will start tying a "life braid" once the child starts growing hair. They will only cut the braid after the child is five weeks, six weeks, or twelve weeks old.

Community answer: The practice on our side is for the "more cherished"/younger son to keep a braid, there is no such thing as to keep it if the kid is sickly. But in the North there is such a thing as "longevity braids", to hope that kids can grow up healthy.

translations by me, apologies for any inaccuracies (I may have passed Chinese back in school but I won't claim to be fluent in it).