#salads headcanons

[swanqueensalad]

okay top 3 cute sq headcanons that you have right now and top 3 more angsty sq headcanons you have right now?

thank you for this anon!!! i love doing these <33

cute:

emma is actually so dad vibes she falls asleep on the couch every night the minute she, regina and henry start watching netflix. she kicks up such a fuss about what they watch then just straight up passes out. henry always complains and makes fun of her, but regina (though she would never say it) really likes it. it makes her feel very warm and safe and comforted to be snuggled up on emma's chest watching tv, feeling her breath rise and fall, listening to her silly occasional snores. because even asleep, emma never stops holding her. (and then emma wakes up at the end of the episode or the movie and insists she wasn't asleep and saw the whole thing)

every saturday morning, regina mills has a baking session. she is basically a pinterest mom who also is obsessed with organizing and scheduling, and baking is a hobby that benefits everyone, so it becomes part of her routine. emma is gradually learning to help: this means being annoying in the kitchen, eating ingredients, giving regina cuddles and neck kisses when she's trying to do something, and singing along badly to the music on the radio. though regina pretends to be annoyed, she secretly loves it. after henry grew out of helping her, she always baked alone until emma, and rarely got much joy out of it. now it's one of her favourite parts of the week. simple, peaceful, and happy. (and every time she bakes with emma and then they eat some of the freshly cooled goods together, it undoes cora's voice in the back of her head a little bit, every week her questionable relationship with food gets a little bit better)

as much as emma loves storybrooke, she sometimes misses the outside world, and so another tradition that develops is emma taking regina for date days out of town. they'll pick random towns, forests to hike in, and places to visit and take a leisurely drive, stop for food somewhere. for a while emma gets weirdly obsessed with weird thrift/antique stores and finding the dumbest stuff she can (regina and henry, when he hears, both tease her for 'keeping some Mr Gold genes after being the Dark One') and while regina makes fun, she secretly loves leafing through antique books and reading inscriptions left in them. also, whenever they speak to waitresses or shopkeepers on these outings, they have to make up different stories about how they met. every time, emma comes up with a different story and makes it as rambling and silly as possible, and every time regina smiles and shakes her head and sometimes inputs something funny that comes to mind.

angsty:

i've def spoken about this one before, but regina has nightmares very regularly. multiple times a week, about various things from her past (god knows there's enough nightmare fuel). emma is a light sleeper and lifelong insomniac herself for many reasons, and if she is asleep, she wakes up very quickly when she hears the familiar change in regina's breathing, or feels her lashing out with her hands or feet in her sleep. it aches deep in emma's chest every time, knowing there are things that have happened that will always haunt regina like this, knowing there are some things she can't fight off. and she's still learning what to do with those things, how to help her without a sword and fist, but she wakes her as gently as she can and kisses her forehead, strokes her hair and whispers silly things and dumb jokes to her until they're both okay. regina doesn't like to talk about her nightmares or what they contain, and emma doesn't ask. they just hold each other and learn to feel safe.

idk if this is a controversial one, or if my view of them has just changed a little as i've gotten older, but emma and regina are both people that are still struggling big time with their mental health, processing, healing etc and though they love each other and are definitely on a one way path to peace, there's no way this doesn't cause issues sometimes. when regina and emma fight (beyond the everyday quibbling that undoubtedly means i love you), they fight badly. they both say awful stuff they don't mean or believe. they both spiral. (but afterwards, when they've calmed down and the dust has settled, they always find each other with immense apology and understanding. and the good thing is, because they both struggle, they both understand wholeheartedly what the other one went through, why they said those things, and they know unequivocally that they didn't mean them. their fights are not common, but after them they are always extra caring and tender and honest with each other, just to be sure the other knows how much they are loved.)

this is more sad than actually angsty, but it means a lot to me so. i have forgotten if this is actually canon or not, but regina had a version of daniel's tombstone brought over to storybrooke with the curse and it is still very important to her to visit it regularly, bringing his favourite yellow flowers. emma respects her privacy and that it's a very personal thing, but one day when emma asks where she's going and she says there, regina tells her very gently that she's welcome to come if she'd like. and so emma, after making sure it's not overstepping any boundaries, joins. she is quiet and respectful, holds regina's hand and sits with her there. after a while regina turns to her and tells her how much he would have liked her. how similar they are, in some ways. how totally not in others. before they go, when regina has already left, emma pretends to have forgotten something so she can have a quick moment to touch the stone and tell him a quiet thank you, for loving regina and taking care of her before she could.

[boxofoxberry]

desertduo are NOT beating the allegations rn

[zephyrchama]

Dark Past

A common demon on the street caught your eye. You slowed, almost to a halt, just to gaze at them. They paid you no mind at all. You were two strangers with no connection in the middle of a crowded street. As they passed, you turned your neck for one final glance before continuing on.

The seven demons you were walking with noticed your little stare. Some of them exchanged quizzical looks. None of them had ever seen that random demon before. They didn't look special. Leviathan paused in his tracks to glare daggers of envy at the stranger, cursing them in his mind for stealing your attention.

"Someone you know?" Satan asked. It was hard to hear him over Mammon shouting, "Who was that?"

"What?" You fixed your eyes on them, confused by the sudden outburst. Beelzebub tenderly placed a hand on your back and guided you around some uneven pavement.

"Who was that demon you were staring at?" Belphegor asked.

"I wasn't staring at anyone."

"Yes, you were." Lucifer didn't question you, but he crossed his arms expectantly. His brothers would do all the work of wrestling an answer out of you for him.

"I saw you rubberneck so hard, I thought you were going to chase after them!" Asmodeus must have been exaggerating. You only glanced at that demon for a second max, or so you believed.

You didn't think it was a big deal, and brushed the incident off with, "they just reminded me of something." You hoped that would suffice as an answer. It did not.

"And what would that be?" Satan sounded like a courtroom interrogator trying to corner a lying defendant.

At some point, the eight of you had come to a stop in front of a closed and shuttered business, letting the foot traffic flow around you. The seven of them boxed you in and blocked your view of the rest of the street, circling you like a pack of hungry sharks. You waved your hands at the ridiculous bunch.

"I was just looking! What's it matter to you guys?"

Mammon got right up in your face. "I'm in charge of protectin' you! I can't be lettin' you stare at every chump lookin' to take advantage of ya!"

Asmodeus pulled him aside, claiming, "you should just look at me! I'm the only demon you'll never get tired of staring at." He gave you a wink of fan service that would have sent anyone else into a lustful fervor.

"I... also... don't want you looking at other people," Leviathan mumbled while lacking the courage to look you in the eye. His hand fidgeted with the bottom of his jacket.

"There are many dangers in the Devildom. You know that we have a responsibility to keep you safe, both as an exchange student and as someone very dear to us." Lucifer always had a way with words.

"So, who was that?" Beelzebub asked. He was followed up by Belphegor wondering, "do you know them?"

"No! They just..." You took a deep breath before your admission. "Ok. They look like the demon I would pretend to be when I was a kid."

There it was, the truth. Out in the open. There was a long beat of silence.

Belphegor was the first to go "huh?"

Leviathan caught on quickly. "Like, a demonsona? You had a demonsona?"

"It's something a lot of human kids do," you hurried to explain. "On playgrounds and stuff. When we're little we imagine we're secretly vampires and demons and cool monsters. It's fun but we grow out of it, usually."

Belphegor tried to clarify. "So you pretended you were a demon, and that you looked like the one who just walked by?"

You swear you heard Lucifer snort, trying to hold back his laughter.

"That is sooooooooo cute!" Asmodeus did not hold back. He started cracking up, his high-pitched laughter ringing around the street, and wiped a tear from his eye. "So, for years you played pretend demon?"

"Want me to go get them and ask for their picture?" Beelzebub offered. "I can catch up pretty quickly.

"No!" The offer was mortifying. "Lets just go, we have to finish our errands."

"You had a demonsona," Leviathan repeated with a smile and a chuckle. "That is kind of cute."

"Why somebody like that loser? Why not imagine someone cooler, like me?" Mammon flexed his wings in a show of vanity, as if he could make child-you change their mind.

"I didn't know you then, Mammon. I was, like, ten. All demons were cool."

"That's funny. Humans are so silly," Belphegor chimed.

"I was a child!" You spun to look at Belphegor, sticking an accusatory finger in his face. "You don't get to make fun of me, seeing as you pretended to be human when we met. You're thousands of years old! Act your age!"

"Ok, but I can do that because I'm a demon." Belphegor explained. He ran a hand through his hair, making his horns briefly disappear. "It's what we do."

"Yeah, it's different for us," Satan agreed.

Lucifer cleared his throat and stated, "I imagine we should continue this conversation while walking, now that we have an answer. Unless you lot want to spend all night on the street." He took a step back and gestured down the road in the direction you all were headed.

Sensing an escape from this topic, you nudged your way through the wall of demon brothers and followed after Lucifer, hoping to leave this memory behind. One by one, everyone else followed suit.

Leviathan sped up to match his pace to yours. Once the group was back on track and you thought the conversation was in the past, he asked, "so did you imagine having any cool powers?"

[gay-poet-gabriel]

i hc that ponyboy can taste the difference between the paul newman salad dressing and the other salad dressings

darry tries to fill up the paul newman bottle with a normal dressing and pony tries it like "wtf is this shit, bro"

[imfinereallyy]

Steve didn’t think much about what gender to like for years. It just always kind of been women for him so he didn’t think too deeply about it. It wasn’t until Eddie Munson that he re-evaluated. And it wasn’t during the Upside Down or anything. No, it’s six months later when they are smoking a joint together during a an older kids hang and he realizes how soft Eddie’s lips look.

Steve just thinks, huh well that’s different like no panic at all, just curiosity. So in front of everyone he interrupts Eddie mid rant and asks “Hey Eds, can I try something?” And Eddie says of course, cause why would he think anything of it.

Steve just kisses him. Right there. In front of everyone. Eddie is shocked cause holy shit what, his crush is kissing him. And Steve just pulls back and nods with a “Yea okay. Guess you do it for me too.” And kisses Eddie again.

Eddie is enthusiastic about kissing him back.

[writersmorgue]

BNHA does TikTok trends: candy salad trauma dump 🍬

inspired by @weewoow-20706030's post

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

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@.minatheealienhero posted a new video!

Transcription:

"Hi! I'm Midoriya, and when I was 14 I was told to kill myself, suffocated and almost killed by a slime villain, and told I would never be a hero in the same day."

...

"Midoriya, the candy."

"Oh, right, and I brought Twizzlers!"

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"I'm Bakugo Katsuki, when I was 17 my heart exploded and I died. I didn't bring anything and I'm leaving now."

"Thanks for participating!"

"Fuck you."

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"Hey! I'm Red Riot, and I watched one of my teachers die in front of me. I brought Crimson Riot gummies!"

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"I'm Denki! I once fried my brain during battle and was legally dead for seven minutes. The video of it went viral and my uncensored corpse was on the cover of a magazine. I brought skittles!"

"He has it framed in his office."

"Well, it's funny now."

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"Hey everyone! I'm Uravity, and when I was 16 a girl sacrificed her life for me and I watched her die while her quirk kept me alive. I brought gummy bears!"

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"I'm Shouto. My father's family bought my mother for her quirk-

-I was burned with boiling water-

-he died, or we thought he did. I'll get back to that later-

-severely isolated, at least according to my therapist-

-he tried to kill me, which was unfortunate-

-but then I had to fight him even though he's my brother-

-I mean and he was basically just a skeleton at that point but somehow still lived-

-and he said 'soba' which was heartbreaking,-

-but I don't really remember a lot of it. So there's not much else I can tell you. Oh, and I brought these strawberry candies. They're my favorite."

"Great, thanks."

"Why are you crying?"

"Why aren't you?!"

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"-the red button, yeah like that! Okay so I'm Mina, and when my quirk manifested I gave my mother an acid burn that permanently disfigured her, and I can count on one hand the amount of words she's spoken to me since. And I brought whoppers!"

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"My name is Shinsou, I brought... I don't know what these are but Denki said they're good. Anyway, when I was little my biological parents muzzled me and kept me locked in the basement for two years."

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"Hi! I'm Jirou, and I had part of my ear ripped off mid-battle and still had to fight while in excruciating pain. I brought nerds."

"...I also had to listen to Denki do karaoke the other night. That was really traumatizing"

"Kyoka, shut up!"

"Learn how to sing!"

[starmocha]

...this man has such an addictive personality istg. First, it was video games, and now salad dressing, apparently...

[myfandomprompts]

Hey, I saw you did what Ewan's characters would be like with a girl daughter. And I admit that my curiosity was: What would each of Ewan's characters react to an unexpected pregnancy? Or announcement of a pregnancy

Or, opening new horizons, what would each person's relationship be like with their wife/girlfriend when they were pregnant? (if you want to use the reader for this part)

(I'm sorry if you're not accepting requests or something)

Hi! Thank you for the ask and it's truly okay and wonderful!

Headcanons: How would EwanVerse characters react to unexpected pregnancy?

Abraham

He hadn't even planned to stay with you, his only focus was on earning his place among the gypsies. Yes, he lied to himself about liking you, about being obsessed even, but at least he had managed to keep his emotions at bay. Until now. When he learns of your pregnancy, he gets mad, takes time for himself to think. Then he sees how miserable he had made you and his turmoil quickly turns into guilt. He can't stay away from you for long, let alone hurt you. You could be together after all, happy, and hell, that baby is his. What other beautiful manner to make his claim on you is there?

Aemond

War was raging, and he took you as his companion because he could, because as Prince Regent, no one will dare say a word against it. He had needs, impulses both of sinful nature and quiet affection, and you were meeting each of them perfectly. But when you don't bleed for two moons, he finally realises why he chose you, why he didn't 't care about being careful: he wanted you for himself, and having you round with his child would be the ultimate prize. You and the baby would be untouchable.

Billy Taylor

He feared it was going to happen. He had heard the stories so many times : people around with too much passion which caused unexpected things to happen ruined their lives, even reputations. It had scared him as much as elated him when he got to be with you, to touch you everywhere. And now, with the news of you pregnancy and amidst thinking of a way to tell his mother, he finds out that he would do it all again, thousand times over if life allowed it. He would be so very happy with your child.

Billy Washington

He wasn't supposed to have met with you again, or even to hook up. You, the ex he had a hard time forgetting about. But he guesses that once you harbour feelings for someone, it never really goes away. When you tell him, he is awestruck, not believing it, even asking you if it's his. It takes weeks for him to wrap his head around it, thinking what the hell he's going to do then he decides. Decides that he was delusional thinking he could live without you for a while, and that he won't let you go again. He never stopped loving you, and that baby will make everything right.

Ettore

You're just his neighbour, the only one who gets him, who sees him for what he is. He actually doesn't care about what people think of him, or what you think about him. Or maybe just a little. But he likes how you let him do things to you others wouldn't. When you tell him, he stays silent for a while, expressionless. "So?" he tells you, and when you slam the door in his face, he tries to convinced himself that he doesn't care. But in truth he can't stop thinking about it. About what it would feel like to have something as... precious with someone. How foreign it seems to him.

Genyen

He doesn't understand: you said you were fine with him being "just a friend", that you didn't want more, and it suited him fine. So why were you telling him that now? He can't do anything for you, he has nothing, even if he would like to. He would, truly, he finds himself thinking, provide for you if he could, for the baby. But it's the way you look at him with those shiny eyes and a hand on your belly that make him abandon any idea of disappearing on you. He'll stay, whatever you say he is to you.

Michael Gavey

He is euphoric. You're the girl of his dreams, and it seems surreal. He can give you everything you want, provide for you like you've never been cared for before, you don't need to be anxious about it all. He reassures you at once, already scheduling how you'll manage to graduate and have a beautiful baby at the same time, your baby. He won't ever let you go, and is already planning for the second one.

Osferth

You're the lady he can't believe he has, and when you announce that you're carrying his child, he can't help but feel guilty. He has promised himself never to sire a child, a bastard's bastard, and now he had brought shame on you. You would have been better without him, really, better with someone worthy of you. If only he had been more careful. What if you died in labour? What if the baby died? It's with those dark thoughts that he snaps out of it and decides that he will look after you until then. He will pray for you and the baby, be there for the both of you until life takes him.

Tom Bennett

He isn't even surprised, you're his girl after all. It's not like he had planned it, but it was bound to happen at some point. Deep down, Tom is a family man, always taking care of his folks, a fact he is finally brutally made aware of when you tell him the news and a warm feeling fills his chest. Now he just have to find a way to get you a ring. Maybe he'll have to steal it?

Will

It wasn't supposed to happen. You were supposed to get sick of him like everybody eventually did, and he was supposed to remain detached. But then here you are, saying you want to keep it and he allows himself to hope. Hope that maybe you truly love him, that maybe he'll finally have something of his own, something to share with you. Maybe he'll be able to let his guard down, like he always longed to. With this news, he felt like he wouldn't be hurt anymore.

I excluded Hoodie, Jack, Jason & Poacher.

[pompurumi]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SALAD FINGERS!!!

I lub him

[wilsonsmcgillsweatshirt]

At this point, Wilson definitely packs a second lunch that he writes his name on and "hides" from House because it's the only way House will actually eat lunch. He definitely goes out of his way to make sure he brings things he knows House will enjoy, too, instead of just bringing stuff that he likes.

[swanqueensalad]

hi! love ur writing and ur headcanons. currently in my regina feels and i don’t usually write fic but i have this little scrap of dialogue floating around my head for some kind of regina and snow catharsis one shot (idk where this would fit into the series overall) where they somehow end up having an emotional sort of argument, skirting around past grievances and deeply buried stuff and (both speaking from places of deep unfiltered hurt) snow says something along the lines of “i was a child!” and regina SHOUTS back “so was i !” and after a moment she whispers again “so was i”. anyway so i was wondering if you have any thoughts or head canons on the snow/regina dynamic now after everything they’ve been through?

aaargh anon this squeezed my heart so hard. it is so strange how some exchange between snow and regina of a similar sentiment has played around in my head before - because it is just so important to those of us that get it that people fucking acknowledge that regina was just a kid too. if you ever do get round to that one shot please do tag me because it is 5000% my jam!

as for post-everything snow and regina headcanons, i've got your back. for some reason it's not letting me post as a response to this ask, i think because the post got too long lol, so i'm gonna upload it as a separate post! hopefully you find it, should be up right after i post this, i would tag you if i could!

it was a really lovely one to write and explore though, and once again i will shamelessly self promote and point you toward my fic 'fairest of them all' which is mostly about regina's self image and sexual politics but i think there are a few paragraphs about her relationship to snow that hit diff.

anyway i shall post the snow gina deep dive now for you!

[assortednarutoheadcanons]

Assorted #8

In Konohagakure, there are 3 types of Ninja. Clan, Civilian, and Civilian Clan Ninja.

Clan Ninjas are really rigid and have a lot of unspoken rules of propriety. They are extreme lightweights and can't drink coffee without Side Effects occurring. Typically (exceptions may apply) living with their families, they have very specific diets that won't cause any issues in the long run.

The Inuzuka Clan can't really eat vegetables. Shino nearly faints when he finds out that Kiba has never see lettuce because that's a huge staple of the Aburame Clan.

Civilian Ninja are 'rowdy' and 'rough'. They can generally eat everything safe for humans and live in either the civilian or ninja districts. They drink coffee, eat deep fried food, etc.. No Clan Ninjas can truly drink coffee or have whiskey, despite Kakashi desperate attempts when he was a chunin.

There are a few 'Civilian Clans' (Uzumaki, Lee, Sarutobi, Yamanaka) where they can eat normal food and drink coffee but they can't handle alcohol.

The exception to all these rules is the Akimichi Clan who can consume Anything with no side effects whatsoever. This includes rotten flesh, although they don't exactly like the flavours or taste.

P.S. I have Feelings about the Sarutobi Clan. None are really good.

[zaldritzosrose]

Will - Halloween Headcanons

The third in a little collection of Halloween Headcanons for our Ewanverse boys (missing a few as they're being involved elsewhere!) for Fan Frankentober, see @fandomeventcenter for all the other contributions and the event details! Masterlist for the event can be found here...

Headcanons below the cut!

(Thank you to @thought--bubble and @legitalicat for beta'ing)

CW: Mentions of binge drinking and dark thoughts, mentions of underage drinking, mentions of criminal activity, mentions of pregnancy (not reader), Will being a sad emo boy who just wants to be loved, mentions of reader (second person pronouns used), Will being down bad for his partner.

As a child…

Will was a quiet enough kid, living with his Nan for as long as he could remember.

His parents split when he was small, and Will couldn’t remember many other Halloweens he didn’t spend with his Nan.

When she was well enough, his Nan would make his costumes and take him out trick or treating around their estate. And when they came home, she would always make them a cup of tea, dish out the sweets and put on a scary movie (appropriate for a child of course).

Will didn’t have all too many friends, preferring to spend the time with his Nan, especially around Halloween.

So, when she got sick, he tried trick or treating on his own. But it just wasn’t the same.

Instead, he would come back home early, dish out the sweets and put on a film to watch. But it never felt quite right anymore.

With his friends…

When Will got older, pushing into his teens, he began hanging out with a few boys from his estate.

It wasn’t a big friend group, just the three of them.

But Will, Matt and Tom were inseparable.

There were few times you saw one without the other three.

And things didn’t change when Halloween would roll around.

The older they got, it was less treat and a little more trick.

Egging houses, scaring the younger kids when they passed, knocking on doors and running away as fast as they could.

You name it, those boys tried it. Halloween was a time for mischief, and the lads took that seriously.

The older they got, however, the less trick or treating they did altogether.

House parties became the new activity. Drinking far younger than they legally should.

The first party Will ever went to, he could barely remember getting home. The sugary alcopops fuddled his mind and made his steps stumble.

But it was crazy fun. Loud music, girls, alcohol. He was in a world where people wanted to spend time with him, and he wanted to spend time with them.

He did feel bad sometimes though, crashing through the house drunk wasn’t probably the best for his Nan.

But he needed an escape. And the parties were an escape and a half.

During the break ins…

When he got to his 20s, Will had begun to spiral.

Halloween house parties became house parties whenever someone threw one.

Sometimes, he only knew a handful of people, sometimes he knew none.

But it was a way for him to release whatever negative shadows swirled in his mind, to forget how lost he felt just for a night.

Soon, house parties became binge drinking in pubs. Then local nightclubs.

Will knew he should probably sort himself out, get himself a job, make something of himself. But he just…couldn’t. That nasty voice would ask him “what was the point?”

So instead, he spiralled lower. Until he suggested robberies.

Simple really, his two best friends were just as lost as he was.

So when Will suggested robbing a couple of houses – just taking small things they could flip for fast cash – the boys jumped on the idea.

Matt had gotten his girlfriend, Leah, pregnant and was more than scared of how their future would look.

But that’s where it all went wrong.

He lost his friends, the weight of their crimes tearing their long-held friendship apart.

Will was alone again. Alone and lost.

After the break ins…

Halloween was at the back of his mind by now.

But he missed what he’d had every year.

His nan, even though she was only a room away.

His friends, he didn’t even know how to speak to Matt and Tom when he passed them.

Will didn’t go to house parties anymore. He just drank at home.

He would still watch his movies, but he would choose the dark, psychological ones to mess with his mind and send him down into his mental pit once more.

He tried a scare night at a theme park one year. Just to get out of the house.

But nothing hit him like it used to.

He felt empty. He’d ruined everything, even Halloween.

And now…

Will didn’t know how or why he’d bothered going to a local Halloween club night. He could have just stayed in and drunk himself stupid at home.

But something made him go out.

And he was glad he did, because there you were.

Dressed as a sexy clown, he thought, guessing from the makeup. He was well and truly entranced by you.

Dancing with your friends, Will barely heard the music that thumped through the club while he stared at you.

He hadn’t felt like this for a long time. A need to be near someone.

So, when you slipped out to the smoking terrace, he followed you.

Alcohol soared through his veins, boosting his confidence as he sat down beside you and asked for a light.

He couldn’t remember how long he sat and talked to you, but it was the happiest he felt in a long time.

He’d even forgot he’d given you his number until you text him the next day. He’d half expected to get rejected.

But when you asked if he wanted to meet up that night, he felt like he was flying.

One meet up turned into two, then three.

Months later, he was asking you to be his girlfriend – he could have passed out when you said yes.

The next Halloween, you asked him to go back out to the same nightclub you’d met at. Dressing up in matching costumes this time.

Will had never felt happier. He’d found that one piece that had been missing, he was complete.

And he had no intentions of letting you go.

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[luvbug724]

this fandom has a really terrible problem with saying/implying insanely stereotypical and exclusionist things while assuming you are being progressive and woke so i just want to remind everyone about intersectionality and the fact that you are not exempt from any sort of bigotry just because you are also a minority

[steriotypicaloutlaw]

Okay, so, I want to tell you about a lighthearted argument from a dream with Ghost and Price. It was the most "It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia"-esque argument I've ever seen in a dream and I love it.

🍮- "What are you doing?"

👻- High and mixing fried diced potatoes with diced cucumber, diced pepperoni, and yum yum sauce "Making a salad."

🍮- "That's.. not a salad."

👻- "Uhhh, maybe not a salad you would eat. But it's still a salad."

🍮- "It's quite literally not a salad.. like, by definition-"

👻- Interrupting "Oh yeah, and what's the definition of a salad, Encyclopedia Brown?"

🍮- "Well, I don't know off the top of my head, but that's definitely not it."

👻- "By your standards, chicken salad, tuna salad, potato salad, and macaroni salad are also not salads, so.."

🍮- "Well, those are different!"

👻- "Different how?!?" Getting closer to Price's face, "Different how?? Tell me how this is different!"

Upon waking, I looked up the definition of a salad. Ghost was right.

I guess the dream based itself off of my headcanon for him-

"Simon is the king of weird food combinations. Blame it on growing up in poverty and needing to combine whatever the hell was in the house at the time to make food, but the fucker still does it. He'll straight up mix finely-diced potatoes with cucumber and pepperoni, throw a sauce on it and call that shit a salad"

Generally, he/I put Taco Bell creamy chipotle sauce on it, but the dream said Yum Yum Sauce, so..

Also, a picture of said salad-

[compressedrage]

Any random Hollow Heads hc's/thoughts you have? Dunno, just for fun

*cracks knuckles* You have come to the right place, my anonymous friend. Allow me a moment to collect my many thoughts

Okay, in no particular order:

– The hollowheads all see each other as siblings, with Victim being the eldest brother, and so forth until we get to Orange, the youngest. (I gotta get this one out of the way lol)

– Hollowheads have sharp teeth, but they're different from stick-to-stick. For example, Dark as a mouth like a shark, while Orange only has little fangs. Victim's teeth are like needles. Chosen has a mouth full of big teeth, idk how describe it more than that.

– Hollowheads are stronger and more resilient than normal sticks. It was never a big deal on the PC because the RYGB are fighting sticks: they're meant to be resilient too.

– Orange doesn't know his name is actually Second; RYGB named him Orange and he's been Orange ever since.

– Dark likes wasabi. (this is a newer, sillier hc of mine, don't question it)

– Chosen and Orange are eerily similar. When presented with a choice of food, scent, even texture, they will likely choose the same one. (This is because Orange is Chosen's second coming :])

– Orange used to have strange, abstract dreams of Chosen's imprisonment on the PC. These have mostly faded, however. There are more pressing traumas to occupy his nightmares.

– If Orange and Dark ever do meet, they would be a wonderfully chaotic duo.