#new irl headcanon

[dykedvonte]

I dislike takes that Danse would be just as conservative in modernized aus when it's clearly shown his staunch views of things come from his time in the Brotherhood and his deep-rooted desire to belong to something with a greater purpose.

Not to mention lines that show much more open-mindedness that get overlooked for his harsher sentiments when you first meet him. Like the oppurtunity to be a part of something is why Danse fell so far into Brotherhood dogma and it doesn't negate the offense things he does but I feel like it's just lazy to be like "hmmm he'd def be racist" just so it aligns to his BoS beliefs.

[robiinurheart33]

Hear me out (clicks for Palestine)

John “I’m invisible” Mactavish

Simon “Everyone’s looking at me” Riley

First and foremost, Soap is a soldier. That’s what the army and everyone sees him as. He knows he’s expandable and easily replaced.

His personality isn’t to fault either. It’s not his fault that his personality would just be compatible with other soldiers. They’re all the same. Carbon copy. If you took a picture of Soap’s friends and another picture of a random group of soldiers all laughing together, it’s basically look the same but with a mohawk wielding idiot in the centre.

Soap’s dispensable as a fucking paper cup. If he died tomorrow Price would probably find another demolitions expert that doesn’t know how to shut his fucking hole the next day.

Soap doesn’t know if he’s grateful or annoyed that he’s so replaceable. It’s basically saying that his life doesn’t even matter in the face of everything. That no matter what, his death won’t leave a single mark in the army. Which, fair, they do have a lot of soldiers, but the parasites in soap beg to be special. It sickens him down to his core. He’s no better than any other pain in the ass, run of the mill ballsy solider. It’s demeaning, it makes him feel useless, like he doesn’t matter.

It’s horrible.

Ghost is special.

He’s, quite literally, one of a kind. He’s been to Tartarus and lived to see another day. Both a myth and a legend that’s whispered among the barracks.

If the demeaning skull mask didn’t make it clear enough, ghost was not made to be normal. It was etched into his bones and soaked into his skin.

He will never, ever in his life be normal.

It kills him, metaphorically.

For all the people that are stupid enough to approach him they’re lucky to not be thinking about him lurking in the darkness months from the encounter. He’s a big motherfucker, and he knows it. Always fills up a bit too much space in the room. He looms and sucks out the light out of everything like a screwed up version of a black hole. It draws people to him too, like he didn’t have enough problems to deal with on a day to day basis.

He wants it off. Most men with egos higher than their IQ would bask in the shine, but unfortunately Ghost is too self aware to find anything of the sort. If he had the ability to he would just rip his mask off and melt into the shadows but his face is even scarier than the mask. It’s more frustrating than anything, and on the bad days it bubbles and boils over, threatening to explode to any who still don’t know when to quit.

It’s horrible.

[stawpny]

hot take: New York can play the guitar

I feel we’ve assessed this and have understood that he seems like the typa guy to play the electric guitar

unless it’s js me

-he plays songs with the midwestern states (like for the midwestern “emo” type songs [ex: front bottoms]) if they need a guitarist (Illinois also is one too)

-California forces him to play songs from the RHCP’s albums. The songs he makes him play mostly are: Californication, Can’t Stop, By The Way, Otherside, and many others. Because the RHCP’s originated in CA, he knows every. single. song and forces NY to learn it (with love, ofc). As an example, Aeroplane, Bicycle Song and Quixoticelixer. (All bangers, listen to them 🙏) Cal will sing the song that NY plays.

-The northeast had their own band. Different bands = different lead singers. Some of them are:

Pearl Jam: Massachusetts (literally voice claim. I feel like he js sounds like a toned down version of Eddie Vedder)

Sublime: New York

RHCP’s: New Jersey (if not thim, then CA)

Nirvana: not decided yet, but leaning towards Pennsylvania

The parts of the band:

Drums: Rhode Island

(usually) Lead Singer: Massachusetts

Bass Guitar: Connecticut & Pennsylvania

Electric Guitar: New York & New Jersey

Acoustic Guitar: New York & Massachusetts

(if any) Percussion: New Hampshire, Vermont, and Maine

Backing Vocals: usually the guitarists

+ if the song has any other unusual instruments, they just fill in.

as an example, in the song Wrong Way by Sublime, there is a trumpet solo.

I hc NY as a person who plays the trumpet

- Georgia and New York sometimes play together. One song that got me thinking abt it is Creep by the Stone Temple Pilots (not the Radiohead one)

Georgia plays the acoustic guitar and sings for most of the song until the other guitar plays

New York only has the part which says “I’m half the man I used to be”

they’re both in unison for the “take time with a wounded hand…” part

—

silly guys

I’ve had this on my mind for a couple of days (yes, I am flexing my music taste on you/j)

[asgardswinter]

Omg ok so i have this headcanon about the 141 boys + König and ik its kinda weird, but im imagining them being super famous like maybe its set in the mcu universe?? where they work with The Avengers sometimes (mostly with Natasha on Steve on covert missions) and they do like fan events with The Avengers ever since Steve posted a post-mission selfie with the guys or smth and it went aboslutely viral and now Ghost and König post thirst traps on tiktok. AND SO Activision or whatever took an interest and wanted them in the MW reboot.

OK SO TO THE MAIN PART maybe they were a part of the howling commandos so they r totally noobs to gaming bc they r so old and didnt grow up with gaming and so the guys play together on cod when theyre not busy w missions.

One day they decide to play Zombies on like mw2 or 3 for the first time AND SO THEY MEET THE READER who takes them through the zombies missions and shit and Soap & Ghost is just flirting w her, Price is just embarrassed by the cringyness (hes too old for this shit) Gaz with his insane rizz and König is just super silent, but she says that shes struggling to unlock the König skin (literally me rn im going insane) AND HE HELPS HER AND STUFF IDK and like they fall in love and polycule endgame

[pizzaqueen]

Steve with Eddie’s initials tattooed on his thigh, right above where the hem of his shorts sit

[mrfartpowered]

okay ik I haven’t posted much abt lize’s and my post-canon timeline but I wanna talk abt how the Weinerham Family (weinerhamily) celebrates the 4th of July!!! here’s what u need to know

Randy & Howard are gay married and have a set of twins, June & B (seen on @cunningweiner). Also their legal last name is Weinerham

Mort & Viceroy are gay dating. Hannibal and Marci are happily married as well. the four of them have some sort of polycule thing going on. No they can’t explain it <3 and neither can i

Debbie & Theresa are gay married and family friends of the Weinerhams/the Evil Polycule. they have a son, Dewey, who is a couple years younger than the twins

Heidi is gay dating Morgan and they are #childfree

Bash fucks off to Europe soon after graduating high school and Marci lets him “spread his wings” (he does not attend the family gathering)

they are a very weird, very big, oddly happy family

AND NOW!!! SILLY HOLIDAY ACTIVITIES BELOW THE CUT

Every summer the Weinerman clan & company spend a week at a McFist lake house out at Lake Papoose. The 4th of July usually falls in the middle or the end of these trips, and it’s a huge Thing™️ every time.

When the tradition began, Mort and Viceroy had recently started dating, and Bash was still obligated to attend family vacations. Heidi/Morgan and Theresa/Debbie would not join the group for a couple more years. Randy and Howard were together, but not yet married and not yet fathers. The first 4th of July on the lake, the two of them snuck away from the McFists + Mort with a handful of fireworks, stolen from Viceroy’s stash. They only meant to fuck around with some sparklers, maybe a couple fountains. But SURPRISE! Bash crashes the moment with a bigass Roman candle. Randy and Howard try to shoo him away and it turns into an argument. Mid-scuffle, the Roman candle goes off. A grassfire starts. No one gets hurt, but it’s safe to say everyone is a little peeved for the rest of the trip. Bash only attends one more lake vacation after that before fucking off to Europe.

In the “present day” — meaning, all the kids are born, all the couples are married, the tradition is firmly established — everyone gets along quite well, sans-Bash. Randy and Hannibal kinda grate on each other, even though neither of them can quite put a finger on why the other is so irritating, but their love for the collective family outweighs the annoyance. Heidi and Morgan make incredible cocktails for the adults. Theresa always makes the cutest, tastiest America-themed snacks and desserts. Viceroy and Marci chat for hours on the porch. Debbie and Howard gossip and watch bad Hallmark movies for fun. Dewey, June, and B always get into some shenanigan or other. It’s all quite domestic and fun. In this timeline they really are a weird, happy, tight-knit family. I could go on and on about how everybody interacts with each other but then this post would never ever end

Even bigger than the fireworks, though, is the Annual Weinerman-McFist-Weinerham-Fowler-Kang Paddleboard Tournament on the Water!

Okay, yeah, it’s a mouthful, but here’s the gist of it: on the lake directly behind the McFist lake house, a ways from the shore, two paddle boards are anchored, nearby one another, but far enough apart that they won’t crash. Anyone wanting to participate, whether child or adult, is randomly paired against someone else, forming a tournament bracket. Each pair swims out to the boards, armed with one of those foam jousting sticks. Then. They Fight. In order to move up in the bracket, you must knock your opponent completely into the water.

Why is it such a big deal for the Weinerhamily? Because everyone single one of them is a competitive asshole! Except for Marci and Viceroy, who referee the event. And in order to participate, you must bring something to contribute to the Victory Pile, which is a pile of the brucest prizes, all of which belong to the ultimate winner. And everyone always goes buck-fucking-WILD with the Victory Pile. Fine wines, Disneyworld tickets, $100 gift cards, gaming consoles have all been seen in the Pile.

For a while, the victor changed year to year…until Debbie’s first win. After which, she becomes undefeated. But this doesn’t deter anybody, no — they get MORE competitive trying to take her out. Nobody understands how she’s so good at it. They just know she packs a LOT of force into such a tiny body.

Hannibal’s usually out in the first round (unless he’s paired against a child), at which point he pouts for a while until he remembers that he can spend the rest of the Tournament heckling whoever took him out.

Howard is a force to be reckoned with — low center of gravity makes him hard to knock over! — and so is his girl, June, by sheer force of will. Morgan is also a powerful foe, while Heidi is quite average. Randy has quick reflexives, but is fairly easy to knock over once he runs out of energy to dodge. B usually ends up laughing too hard to actually fight, and Dewey is the youngest, so everyone knows he doesn’t stand a chance. Theresa plays quite casually once her wife starts winning the Victory Pile every year.

that’s really all I wanted to say abt this but PLS feel free to ask me or Lize abt this timeline/the Weinerhamily Lake Holiday in my asks or the replies of this post !!!!!!! happy America day or whatever

[thevalleyisjolly]

As an archivist, thinking about the right to be forgotten in a specifically archival context, and the idea that not everyone wants their stories or their records to be made available to anyone/for everyone; that often, what a community judges to be the best preservation for their own histories and culture is not what is beneficial to outsiders, especially outside academics.

More specifically, thinking about this in the context of Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit/The Silmarillion/other Legendarium books as “historical” texts.  Thinking about maybe the “authors” not writing everything down because they understand the power of stories and how the telling of a thing grants a certain power over it, over how it is known and spread, and positions the teller as a figure of authority over what (and who) is depicted.

We already know that Bilbo is an unreliable narrator, that he changes things and leaves things out.  There were a few posts and fics years ago, when the Hobbit movies came out, about Bilbo befriending a young Estel in Rivendell and deliberately leaving that out of his stories at Gandalf/Elrond’s request.  What other things might he have left out, perhaps, out of respect for his friends in the Company and their desire to keep their culture and language private and closed? 

Pengolodh compiling the Annals of Beleriand from which came the greater part of The Silmarillion - but he was in Gondolin for much of the First Age, and would have had to rely on other sources to give an account of the rest of Beleriand.  Who did he talk to?  What might they have said and not said, and what might they have requested he include or keep out? 

Anyways, the Legendarium as an archive, something actively created and shaped by the different people in and around it, who both added things and left things out unintentionally or by design or on request. 

[hollenka99]

Since Percy has been perpetually 17 for like a decade but people also argue he was born in 1992/3 since he was 12 in 2005, I would like to propose he was born at the end of the 90s as a compromise.

Why? Mainly because I love the image of Sally pacing about with Percy as fireworks go off in the background to celebrate the new millennium. He's still tiny because he's only 4 months old but Sally is softly promising the loud noises can't hurt him and hey look, noise aside, aren't the colours pretty.

[thatfailedpokemontrainer]

m flattered by the attention but I am literally just a guy, not tryna be some rotomblr celebrity or some local cryptid or anything. I'm just. Here. y'know.

[welcometoelliotstable]

I love Projecting onto california by headcannoning that he’s jewish, autistic, adhd, panromantic, trans, chronically ill, and uses crutches just like me :]

[nine-blessed-hero]

A Light in the Darkness

Universe: TES IV: Oblivion (Vanilla) CW: Alcohol Words: 619 Context: Written for the @tescheer prompt "Lantern".

[Being an excerpt of Arkved of Cheydinhal's journal, c. 3E431]

The month of Morning Star is a drear and dreadful one. Even Anvil, jewel of the Gold Coast, is not immune to winter-tide storms filled with freezing rain and howling gales. The Abecean grows bitter and cruel under leaden skies, goaded by the winds to make rubble of the docks and soak through even the toughest oilcloth. The desperate weather, however, could not deter me from attending a most interesting event with my good friend, the painter Rythe Lythandas.

Attired in our glad rags and oilcloths, we ran through the sheeting rain from the Count's Arms to the Great Chapel of Dibella; for what better time than this dark and dreadful month to bring the light and cheer from a celebration of the Arts?

And cheer there was, in plenty! The church's main floor had been rearranged, with great trestles down the center and pews becoming seats at the feast table. And those pews were filled bursting with painters and playwrights, weavers and tale-spinners, artisans and lutists. The raucous crowd rhapsodized with animate flailing of limbs. Snatches of song, as took the players' fancy, filled the air. Laughter danced, sprinkled between lines of poetry.

The Sybil welcomed us in, bade us relax and find a place in the myriad company. I found my hand filled with a cup of mulled wine and with Rythe gayly beside me, took my time in admiring the chapel. It may surprise you, dear reader, that despite this chronicler's wide travels, I had yet to be inside this very chapel.

The chapel is a vast space, with arching hights – velvet-dark on this night of revelry – decorated in sheets of dainty lace. Planters of sunrise-coloured flowers adorned the altar, but what most struck me were the garlands of sacred lotus flowers. They hung suspended on threads of gold between the chapel pillars and, like joyful lanterns, glittered by some magical fancy. Under their soft incandescence, as if the hand of the goddess was laid upon my brow, I was filled with peace and awe at the marvels and wonder of our world. At my side, Rythe nudged me. "Committing it all to memory, eh?" "Indeed," said I, my gaze lingering upon them, "They're extraordinary in their holy beauty." "Take good note then, my friend. You can describe them to me anon, and I shall paint them for you." "Oh! You're the painter with the 'magic' brush," Rythe's neighbour cried, and Rythe turned away to converse with them, while my own – on hearing I was a scholarly adventurer – implored me to tell of my travels. And thus the night was spent in amiable chatter and the trading of stories; but ever did my eyes find those most sacred of blooms…

–––

Several months later, Rythe invited me to dine with he and his Lady wife, and bade me recount the glittering lotus blooms to her, her delighted smile widening as I spoke. As we were saying goodbye, he handed me a small rectangle, wrapped in cloth. I should not open it, said he, until I was at home. Dutifully I did so, and found to my most pleasant surprise a portrait of myself, gazing up at the golden blooms, my face dusted with buttercream light. It hangs in my study, mere feet from where I write now, lending me the joy of that night.

Although… I would swear to you, gentle reader, there is something otherworldly about it. On nights most foul, when winter has his firm and frozen grip upon the world, the painted blooms will glow with an echo of the revels in Anvil, dusting my room in Dibella's golden light.

[milimeters-morales]

someone makes a long thread on why spider-man is definitely neurodivergent and how there’s an extremely high chance he has autism and of course this is wrong to do about real people so miles’s friends (who know about spider-man) are like “just let us find their address and we’ll handle this” but miles is silently having a Revelation while he reads their posts

[amazinglyegg]

Thinking thoughts about that one post I will never find again that said Rhys was aroace. Now the entire squad is aroace. I don't make the rules. Although I do apologize for Danse taking up The Entire Goddamn Square like bro we can't even see the flag behind you.

Feel free to use these for whatever you want!!

+ my silly little aroace spectrum headcanons

Danse

Demisexual and demiromantic

Also recipsexual and recipromantic

I can imagine him having no clue he likes Sole like that until Sole confesses to him during his final affinity talk and he's immediately hit with the "oh shit wait I actually like them" train

Probably panics in the moment because????? He thought he didn't feel this type of attraction??? How is this happening?????

Haylen

Cupiosexual!! Also probably vaguely ace/aroflux or abro??

Look man she just wanted some sort of QPR or friends with benefits thing with Rhys

Like we're bros but we also make out sometimes. Don't think too hard about it.

Super low-key type of thing. All the fun of dating without the effort and drama in her opinion

Sadly even if she did manage to verbalize that properly Rhys probably would have still turned her down

Rhys

Fraysexual and/or lithosexual??

He's all for flirting until the person starts flirting back and then he hits the Oh Shit button

Unclear whether he actually feels sexual attraction or is just mistaking sensual/aesthetic attraction for sexual attraction and is not good enough with his own emotions to recognize that

Honestly if he communicated enough with Haylen maybe they could have had Something. An open QYR. Little bit of premarital hand holding mayhaps.

But he's too afraid of people taking his advances too far so he immediately backs off the second anyone is interested in him

[a-river-of-stars]

EDIT:  PLEASE CHECK THE REBLOGS.

Since I saw @cynfinnegan had shared one of the videos on here, I thought this one deserved a share too.

Duo and Wufei look the best I think.  One of Trowa’s eyes is rendered incorrectly because the AI mistook some shadows cast by his hair for an eye...  It seems Trowa’s hair (and to a lesser extent Noin’s) posed a problem for the AI in both videos.  🤣  I like Trowa’s coloration in this one better.  All of the characters come out uncomfortably young-looking though, even younger than their canonical ages, especially Quatre (who looks about 8 years old here... 😳).  They’re also very obviously skewed toward East Asian facial features, which is a common problem for AI generated images.  It worked out really well for Wufei but looks a bit odd on Scandinavian and Western European characters like Relena and Dorothy.  And there’s less...I suppose ‘roughness’ is the word I’m looking for here.  Some of these characters ought to be rougher, especially Zechs and Treize.  Zechs looks better in the other video for sure.  Treize ended up kind of attractive here but he seems less...masculine than I would have expected?  Less mature?  Idk.  Still, it’s a very interesting take on the characters.

[temporal-warrior-johto]

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You seem to be struggling with your typing, but yes I do have one.

[Image ID: Galacta showing of her somewhat fluffy, hot pink tail. It's long enough to slightly drag on the ground.]

It's as soft as it looks! Yes, thank you Lyra.

[oh-what-a-wonder]

Craziest pokemon you've ever gotten in a trade?

Excellent question, anonymous!

One time I got a Roaring Moon with a website as their nickname! On top of that, the pokedex said they were shiny!

It turned out to just be some form of Porygon-Z/Ditto hybrid, like most Pokemon with website nicknames.