#sorry any english mistake

[bestloversfan]

To me, it's so weird to see people (including some Everlark shippers) still considering the passage "Gale is mine. I am his" an evidence that Katniss had romantic feelings for Gale. Because although that passage may seem like an admission of romantic feelings at first, context clearly indicates that it isn't.

In the morning after, Katniss was already longing for Peeta. And when her mother suggested she loved Gale, she thought she didn't know how she loved him, admitted she kissed him in the heat of the moment and hoped he would FORGET THE KISS, which is a clear indication that she regretted it. And then she asked her mother "where's Peeta?". And on the next chapters, she said she loved Gale in a "LIMITED WAY", and felt relieved that she no longer had to worry about hurting him and could enjoy the "impossibly good" feeling of Peeta's lips on her neck. So, considering all of this, how was that passage supposed to show "her romantic love" for Gale?

I guess people are focusing too much on the possessiveness Katniss felt towards Gale in that moment (as if possessiveness and love were the same thing) and ignoring everything that happened afterwards. 

[pouletpourri]

"You just have to look closely."

[namoradinhadojosuke]

FREE MY BOY?!!

"Ah, but Damian is short" "Damian will be short in the future"....

I understand that these are headcanons, but for the love of God, You all saw the "Batman:Bad Blood?" Because I'm sorry, but Damian's clone was anything but short.

"Ah, but it was just a clone" a clone made with his DNA, not to mention that just look at Talia and Bruce's height, and if that's not enough, look at Ra's and draw conclusions if he would be short.

Anyway, I can't do anything about your headcanons.

[livsoulsecrets]

Daiane dos Santos, brazilian Gymnastics’ legend, congratulates Jade Barbosa and the national team on their historical Olympic Bronze Medal.

Daiane was one of the most important athletes that paved the way for this medal and I wanted to subtitle this lovely exchange between her and Jade on live television. Interview for SportTv2.

[typing-catastrophe]

I have been so cooked for this man lately that I need to talk about him— I genuinely think that with a ADHD/autism/AuDHD partner Ford takes notes on your stims and quirks, even before any serious relationship. Just little things like “waves hands when excited :)” and “prefers baggy sweaters” just like a little way of understanding you better 🥺💖

yesss definitely! as an AuDHDer who stims a lot myself, this is everything!! jfskhfshsk

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"Aaaahhhhh oh myy-" the rest of what you were saying was incomprehensible because the words slurred together in an excited squeal. A gleeful expression upon your face, you waved and shook your hands in front of your body, then pressed them over your mouth, to stifle another squeal.

Ford smiled to himself as he watched you from the other side of the room, where he propped his notebook open to scribble something down.

"Heeyyyyy Grunkle Ford, watcha got there?" Mabel's voice rang out right beside him.

He snapped the book shut and whipped his head around.

"Mabel!"

"Waves hands when excited." she cited what she had just read, "Were you talking about-"

"No, I was certainly not!" Ford said, while his cheeks started to turn a deep red colour.

"Are you suuuure? Because to me it looks like you diiiid." she said, a cheeky grin on her face and dragging some of the vowels.

"You are mistaken, dear child. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do." he excused himself and stood up, holding the notebook close to him.

Without letting her get another word in, he moved past her and made his way into his study.

There, he propped open the notebook to the page he'd just added a new note onto.

- likes to hum when no one is around - seems to prefer more loose fitting clothes. possibly because the don't restrict movement as much - will subconsciously play and fidget with any jewellery they're wearing - sorts and eats their food in a particular order - would rather not eat at all than something not appealing - skin irritating clothing causes great discomfort. remove tags!! - wants to talk but holds back. encouraging them has positive effect - avoids eye contact but will look at faces when the person isn't looking at them - do not touch without warning and do not force contact! expressed great discomfort to me after being forced to physical contact by someone else - repeating phrases and noises (quite endearing) - easily startled by sudden and loud noises, as well as irritated by high pitched ones, almost too quiet to hear - shows behaviours similar to felines. has stated that they would be delighted to posses the ability to purr (he would be delighted too)

Ford smiled as he looked up and leaned back. He really hoped Mabel hadn't seen too much, otherwise she might figure out how interested in you he really was. And we wasn't sure if he was ready for that.

For now he would be very much content continuing to dreamily gaze over at you and notice all the little things, so he could understand you better.

Maybe one day he could work up the courage to ask you out.

-------------------------------------------------- thank you for reading <3 reblogs are appreciated

[lanfan1212]

Don’t know why I drew this.This scene just popped into my head when I realized that these three have a lot in common

[hhhhleb]

inspired by The Rebel by Albert Camus (just an excuse to draw Sci :D)

[syndromealice-blog]

Yes.

Neville was bullied by his grandma. Literally, this mad bitch said Neville is not as good as his parents while they were in the psychiatric ward not even remembering their own son.

Macgonagall always seems to be annoyed by Neville. She talks with him like he is worse than any student.

But Snape got all shit. First of all, there is no normal teacher in Hogwarts, they are all problematic. Second, Snape is a potion teacher. Potions are very dangerous and Neville puts everyone in danger. Of course Snape is pissed off.

I don’t say it’s okay to be so stern and mean to literally children. But come on, why Snape got all shit while there are worse teachers. And I am not even talking about fake Moody or Lockhart. Or Quirrell.

Hagrid was a bad teacher. He puts his students in danger. Lupin was a bad teacher, he didn’t drink potion and could kill any student. Trewlany literally says to the children they will die tragically.

Boohoo, Snape is the worst because he called Neville an idiot and was angry with him.

Hermione had a boggart as Macgonagall and I don’t think that’s healthy studying.

But when there is an ugly man, who isn’t nice, that’s the problem. And because of what? Because snaters don’t have brains.

Also I don’t think that means Snape isn’t kind. Man literally does anything to protect children from dying and tortures. I could write a whole new book why Snape is kind character but honestly I don’t have so much time lol

[nubialanubedelluvia]

Who told him to slay for no reason

Special mention to whatever he's doing there

(sorry for the bad quality images)

[purplestar]

💫Translating Brazilian Twitter screenshots while making JJK memes with them💫

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[sneakyfungi]

Introverted/Hermit(?) Reader

I like a lot of the Sugar daddy/Older boyfriend Aus/Headcanons with the 141 but most of them are with the guys being worried about reader being deprived of their youth, going to parties or hanging out with their friends but what about reader who is happy staying at home indulging in their hobbies, reader who hangs out with their friends once in a while because they have a pretty low social battery, reader who even though they worry of their partner and miss them when they get deployed they don't really feel bad of being alone, they enjoy the lonely time because they know once their partner comes back they won't have a moment alone.

Continue

[yoarasheesh]

Iida Tenya having a crush on his senpai - Iida Tenya x Reader

(headcanons that got out of hand and turned into a bullet-point scenario)

• You first met when your classes had joint training - 2-A, as the younger ones, were roleplaying as the injured, and 3-A as the rescue party.

• He was sitting, leaning on the wall behind him. Soon after the exercise has started, you ran into the faux-burning building and knelt next to him. After reading his casualty card, you took your mask off, looked him in the eyes, and said in a serious and reassuring tone "I'm gonna get you out of here - don't you worry"

• Oh boy. His heart sure did skip a beat.

• And then you just picked him up, like he doesn't weigh anything to you?! He's definitely not a small guy, and yet, you carried him out of the building on your shoulders with ease. He was really glad he was wearing his helmet, because he was absolutely certain that his face currently flashed a bright red color.

• After those classes, he paid a close attention to you at school. Whenever there was a chance to look at his upperclass men training, he was admiring your strength and dedication. He regretted not telling you how impressed he was by your confidence and professionalism after your common training, so he made sure to publicly praise you whenever there was a chance.

• If there was any occasion to do this without looking suspicious, he would go up to you and ask for advice about hero techniques, and also your plans after graduating ("it's very important to do research among your upperclassmen!!")

• He caught himself thinking about you more often - about your confidence and heroism, about the things others could take an example from (how maybe he would like to spend more time with you...)

• After he stated during lunch that your performance during the sports festival was brilliant, and your mastery of your quirk is exquisite, Uraraka pointed out that, well, Iida-kun must certainly have a crush on you, looking how much he talks about you, and *how* he talks about you.

• He immediately protested, although the red color of his face and increased speed of hand-chops were somewhat of a clue that he wasn't *exacly telling the truth*.

He said that it would be very unprofessional to go after your upperclassmen in a school preparing for serious work, and he shouldn't be distracted you from your studies, as you're nearing graduation! Also, it would be demeaning to your abilities, if he praised you only because he had a crush on you!

• But oh boy, did he have a crush on you. Obviously it wasn't the reason he admired you, actually, it was the other way around. He just for some strange reason felt the need to inform others how great you are. Maybe that was because he felt the need for others to agree how amazing you were, so he would feel more like a kohei trying to catch an occasion to learn from his upperclassmen, and less like a *hopelessly puppylove-striken schoolboy*?

• He obviously went to his older brother for advice.

• In short, Tensei told him that he shouldn't worry about your graduation, because after you graduate and start working it'll only get more busy. Besides, doing hero doesn't come in the way of romantic relationships *that much*, especially if both parties are in the same profession ("look at out parents for example!") And so what if you're older? If you think Tenya's a good guy for you, a year one way or another shouldn't matter.

• Well, he certainly helped with some of Tenya's dilemmas.

• He decided he should ask you out, if not on a proper date (yet!! he didn't want to come off as overbearing - and as a proper date he meant the real deal, a restaurant, fancy clothing, candle-light...), then at least to spend some time together outside of school.

• During lunch break he came up to your table and asked if he can speak with you privately, causing your friends to exchange curious glances. After you came with him to a place where it was unlikely for somebody to listen to your conversation, he bowed and asked if you would be willing to go for a walk with him after school. He understands if you decline, as he's sure you're a person who knows how to make themselves busy, and even if you don't have any other plans, you also don't have to go if you simply don't want to!

• After you agreed, he stood up straight again.

"Well, I'll see you then!" he said, while bowing his head again, and walked away to sit with his friends, his calm demeanour hiding the fact that his heart was absolutely pounding, and that he just felt more stress than in any of his hero training.

• As much as he felt it would be appropriate to dress more elegantly to a meeting with a girl, he kept reminding himself that it's casual, that this isn't a date, just a simple walk - that's why he finally decided to wear his usual polo shirt.

• He felt his heart skip a beat again when you came to the place you agreed upon, wearing civilian clothing. He liked very much how you looked in the U.A. uniform, and he didn't expect your casual wear to be so *cute*.

• As you walked around the campus park and you explained your special hero techniques to him, he thought how good it is that soon the society will have you as their hero. Your honesty and confidence were inspiring to him - he strived to be like you, as a hero.

• As you were sitting on a bench, he didn't notice when he zoned out - when instead focusing on your words, he thought how gorgeously your eyelashes surrounded your eyes, and how your cheeks were slightly flushed, and how your lips perfectly suited your face- *oh how he wanted to touch these lips*

• "Iida-kun?"

• *Oh no.* He panicked when he realised he was caught. He didn't know what to tell you, he just froze. He obviously couldn't tell you that he liked you, that would be *so* out of place-

• You turned your head to him, looking up to his flushed face.

"Why- why did you invite me to this walk, Iida-kun?" you asked after a few moments of silence, looking away, your hair falling down to cover your face.

• "I-..." he just stood there, looking at your face. But wait... Are- are you blushing? Is that what he's seeing? Oh no, did he embarass you?! Or... or maybe you felt the same way as him...?

He clenched his fist, feeling how much he was currently sweating.

• Suddenly, you grabbed his hand (*oh no, you're going to feel all the sweat on his hand!*) and looked him deep in the eyes.

• "Iida-kun, *how* do you feel about me?"

• He felt his heart pounding, and a nervous feeling in his stomach. But oh, how he loved this moment, you being so close, holding his hand... He admired your face, the flushing of your cheeks, the eyes looking at him with this *emotion* inside, the slight partment of the lips, awaiting the answer...

• As your faces got closer, he saw you looking through half lidded eyes at his lips, and he was unknowingly doing the same thing.

The next thing he knew, your soft lips were pressed agains his, the warmth from them coursing through his entire body. Oh, they might be just the softest thing he touched in his life.

His chest might just burst now. He felt his breath quicken, and his blood flowing - he squeezed your hand, delighting in the moment.

• As you two finally parted he looked you for a few moments, with something you could only describe as love-eyes... Until he suddenly stood up in front of you and bowed frantically.

• "Y/N-san, I like you!! Would you please be my girlfriend??"

[cryingoverpalta]

Ok so I was thinking, what if PIDW wasn't a novel, but a drama available on streaming platforms? So when SY transmigrates into SQQ's body, he perceives everything around him just like the audience is seeing it on their screens: with the low-budget fighting scenes that had him obliterating his keyboard with bad reviews, the soundtrack (that is pretty well-done and he actually enjoys it, but that doesn't mean he likes to hear the same silly song every time something embarrassing happens to him), the landscapes that are obviously made with green screen… Even the fabrics of his costume look cheaper than they should, considering the status of his character. Also, for some reason, everything that should be off-screen in a normal filming set (be it cameras, directing staff, or make-up artists) looks like a blurry continuation of the background, making the whole transmigration thing even more nonsensical than it already is.

But nothing disturbes him more than the fact that, just like everything around him is made out of an artificial project, the people also look just like in a drama, because SY suddenly is surrounded by literal celebrities acting like they belong in the pages of a badly written xianxia novel. And ok, to be fair just this time, he's aware they are currently living in a xianxia setting, but his brain can't deal with this logic sometimes. Like, yes, Sha Hualing is a badass character and is always a pleasure to see her fighting choreography in first person, but SY can't take her seriously after seeing her face plastered on a big advertisement while waiting for the train home the other day. And don't even mention Liu Qingge, whom SY can't even look in the eye thanks to the sexy, shirtless photoshoot his actor was part of (that SY saw against his will, because he obviously wasn't searching for handsome shirtless men on the internet. The photos were everywhere; it was a matter of time for him, a chronically online nerd, to see them after going viral the way they did, thank you very much). God, he can't even stand his reflection without panicking a little over his new handsome face, wich also happens to be the face of the actor that always plays the most brutal villains, but is just a chill guy in real life—starring variety shows and giving autographs to the older ladies with a warm smile on his face; that kind of chill guy. If he's as trash as the villains he plays, SY will never know.

And the worst of it all is: Luo Binghe. It doesn't bother him too much at first; his white lotus era makes him look really young and sweet, even though there's an obvious layer of makeup covering his real age, and their feet are always blurry when they're together, probably hiding an uneven floor to make 15-year-old LBH look much shorter than him. But then the abyss happens (and GOD what a shitty green screen that was), three years pass in a literal blur, and the white lotus isn't a fake teenager anymore. And ok, SY can be straight, but he isn't blind; the actor was chosen as LBH for a reason. The man is gorgeous, with that strong jaw, intense eyes, and the height of a supermodel. AND he's talented; SY has seen his other roles and is a genuine fan of his work. So of course, he nails his acting as blackened LBH so much that SY is incapable of perceiving it as acting anymore.

Imagine his surprise when the show turns into a BL and he's suddenly kissing LBH with tongue and all! Sure, it has been a while since he can't see the man as anything other than LBH himself, but he still looks just like that handsome actor that even his little sister had a crush on at some point! What's with this nonsensical plot twist? Wasn't the stallion protagonist supposed to be papapaing the eleventh wife at this point of the plot? Hello?? System???!!!!!

The funny thing is: not even the papapa can escape from the blurry off-screen logic. Yes, SY knew the scenes were typical soft-porn with too much emphasis on doing close-ups of LBH's manly muscles and the wives soft, big chests (he went through a lot of those while watching the show, mind you), but he never thought their papapa would be just them being naked with poor illumination and blurred genitals. So SY never gets to see the Heavenly Pillar. But he feels it. Thoroughly. And for the first time in months, he wonders if it was just a PIDW thing or if the actor truly is talented in all areas of his life.

[startrekmemequeen]

One day i will get myself together and write a long post about TLOVM season 3 cause i have Opinions and Thoughts but general i was kinda disappointed with this season and i think it could've been better

But for now i'll just say one thing: i really miss the friendship between Percy and Keyleth. In the campaign they're literally best friends. In TLOVM they barely interact. I really don't get it. Why did they think it wasn't important enough to include.

And in general platonic relationships (aside from family ones, like the twins and Scanlan and his daughter) get little to no screentime in TLOVM and it frustrates me. No hate but like... Vox Machina is not just "3 couples and Grog"

[moonyswarmsweaters]

‘I Love You’ @rosekillermicrofic | 294 words |tw: mention of death

Barty and Evan can’t say ‘I love you’

Barty, who can’t say ‘I love you’

but will give him little pokes for attention

Evan, who can’t say ‘I love you’

but will cuddle him even if they fight

Barty, who can’t say ‘I love you’

but will give him little gifts he made all the time

Evan, who can’t say ‘I love you’

But will do little annoying tasks for Barty that he knows he hates doing

Barty, who can’t say ‘I love you’

but will send him little things titled ‘Dis us’

Evan, who can’t say ‘I love you’

but will call him an Idiot all the time

Barty, who can’t say ‘I love you’

but will reply ‘your idiot’ every single time

Evan, who can’t say ‘I love you’

but will slightly smile at the statement

…

Barty, who can’t say ‘I love you’

But will do any psycho idea Evan has

Evan, who can’t say ‘I love you’

But will fight and get killed in order to protect his soulmate, Barty.

Barty, who can no longer say ‘I love you’ to Evan, in any way, shape or form.

But will put fresh flowers on his grave every single week

Barty, who can no longer say ‘I love you’ to Evan, in any way, shape or form.

But will spend his every living second, avenging Evan, torturing the man who took his love away.

Barty, who can’t say ‘I love you’

because those words are only reserved to one man.

…

Barty, who can finally say ‘I love you’

As he sees his other half waiting for him, in the gates to the afterlife

Evan, who can finally say ‘I love you’

As he waited years to see his love once again.

[magicians-abode]

hii!! i first wanted to say that you're doing well and taking care of yourself :) could i request headcanons for chilchuck from delicious in dungeon where the reader is kind of like the bard of the party? and maybe they stay up late writing songs and chil ends up saying up with them? you can do what you like with it other than that but i like sharing ideas (and i love chilchuck :3) i hope you have a good day!! 💜💚

Hiii! I'm so happy to get a request, I forgot how exciting it was to open my askbox and read that someone wanted me to write them something (can you tell youre the first one yet?). I know you asked for headcannons, but I got carried away and ended up making it a fic I believe, by the way I wrote it. I still hope you like it! If not I'll try my best to specifically do headcannons next time if you ask 🌸✨️ (also have a good day too)

"Late Night Songs"

[Chilchuck Tims x Bard!reader]

Warnings: none - gn!bard!reader - fluff

Being the bard of the group was rather hard. Why? Well, writing songs and seeing if they ended up sounding good wasn't easy. (y/n) needed a lot of creativity for that. Luckily for them, they had a source for it: Chilchuck.

Yes, that guy in their group everyone treated like a child sometimes just because of his height. And while it was very adorable, yes, (y/n) saw a lot of depth in his personality.

Tonight they had decided to stay up, which many might say was not a good idea considering the fact they were exploring a dungeon. But they didn't care, they wanted to write, to compose something new.

And so they stared at the sheet of paper in front of them, their instrument by their side as they sat away from the fire so as to not bother or wake up the rest.

Entranced in their thoughts, they didn't notice when Chilchuck stirred in his bedroll to then wake up with a huff at the inability of going back to sleep, sitting up and looking at the fire that had not gone out yet.

That's when with his amplified hearing, he heard the sound of a pen writing down on a paper.

He looked behind him and found (y/n), sitting rather far from them. When had they woken up? Or had they not been able to sleep at all? What were they writing that was so important at this time?

All those questions filled his head as he got up slowly, trying to not make much noise for everyone's sake.

(y/n) raised their head at the sound of rustling and found their muse, standing up and looking at them, now approaching. He rubbed the sleep off of his eyes as he walked to them and sat by their side. —What are you doing up so late?— His groggy voice asked softly.

—I'm trying to write a song, or to at least think of a new melody, but I can't seem to come up with anything— they said as they looked at him, noticing a sleepy smile.

Chilchuck sighed, looking at the rest of the party, all in a deep sleep. —Well I can't seem to fall sleep anymore, I'm really not comfortable with how hard the floor feels today. Mind if I stay up with you?— He took a quick peek at the paper, but saw nothing written. They really had some artistic block, huh?

(y/n) smiled at their question, excited to finally have spend some peaceful time alone with him— Not at all, you might help inspire my new song in fact— they winked, and Chilchuck felt his heart leap in his chest at the gesture. He really hoped the darkness of the night helped hide the embarrassment in his face. It was a simple wink, what was wrong with him? he thought, shaking his head.

He chuckled softly, his gaze moving away from them for a moment in embarrassment— Don't say those things— he rubbed the back of his neck— thank you though, it's... flattering— he admitted with a sheepish smile.

—In fact, you've always been my inspiration. I'm not gonna lie to you— God his heart was about to stop. Had he heard them right? What did that even mean?

—I have?— He didn't know how to ask without looking too excited about it.

—Of course, you're practically my muse— they noticed him staring with slightly wide eyes at their sudden confession.— I don't know but– you just have something that always makes me stare and it makes the inspiration bubble up inside of me— okay today was definitely going to be his funeral. Chilchuck swallowed harshly, a blush definitely burning bright on his cheeks as he kept silent, his brain failing to come up with an answer.

He watched them suddenly gasp and start to write down something on the paper that rested on their thighs. (y/n) mumbled to themselves as they kept writing, a sudden urge of inspiration rushing through them.

They look up again quickly at him, a light in their eyes.— Ah– I almost forgot to thank you.— they smiled at him with sincerity and gave his hand a quick squeeze, at which he just nodded, humming in response as they watched them write down their ideas, praying to whatever deity was out there to make his blush go away.

He would've never guessed he was helpful in more ways than just picking locks and finding traps. But thanks to them, now he knows he is, for (y/n) at least, a source of inspiration. And their heart swelled with emotion and pride at that.