#unpopular headcanons

[hogwarts-legacy-confessions]

Unpopular headcanons? I'll go first: One of my unpopular headcanons is that Sharp and Rookwood are both at least in their mid 40s. It seems obvious to me by looking at them, but a lot of people seem to want to make them younger for some reason.

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[volde-shitpost]

Okay Hot Take(tm)

But personally I think Hank McCoy would enjoy gothic music.

Not necessarily the beat/instrumentals (especially more metal influenced bands and genres) nor would he listen to it casually in his spare time-

But he'd adore the poetry and deeper meaning of the lyrics. Especially more romantic songs like 'Lovesong' by The Cure.

Thank you for coming to my probably very wrong ted talk

[gallavich-headcanon]

Do you have an unpopular opinion about shameless or gallavich

Hey anon! Sorry it took me so long to get back to you!

I believe I've only seen one post about it a long time ago (and I think it was an anon ask but don't quote me on it) but it been thinking about this post for such a long time that I needed to make one myself -

I think Mickey changes his last name to Gallagher, and here's why:

Because Mickey has been a Gallagher for years. Ian had his back more than the Milkovichs ever did. Ian is his fucking (partner, lover,) family. you know?

Mickey liked a lot of traditional stuff about their wedding / marriage and I think he would like to share a last name. Since both of their last names are long... they decide to keep it simple. And the gallavich thing is too cringy for them.

Have you seen how smitten they look when they call each other 'husband'? Those two possessive sappy motherfucker would love it. Mickey loves being Ian's, Ian loves knowing Mickey is family in every way.

Milkovichs are known from being involved with illegal shit (remember the Paula comment? I also think that why Mickey got 15 years) and Mickey wants to distance himself from that. Him and Ian are trying to build a semi legal life together. 'Milkovich' is just adding to the stigma of southside ex-con he already has to deal with.

After Terry dies, Mickey wants to get rid of anything his father gave him. With Mandy gone, Colin and Iggy ran away a long time ago... he doesn't really have anyone but Sandy from his family. So no real attachment to it.

The Gallaghers are his fucking family. He might bitch about them all the time but they truly are his family and I think it would feel right for him. It took him no time to fit right in the Gallagher house, building relationships with all of Ian's siblings. By the time they get married he's feeling more at home than ever, even after years of being gone.

I don't think Ian would ever want to / feel comfortable calling himself a Milkovich. A. because of Terry and all the horrible things he did B. he never fit in with Mickey's family and C. because Gallaghers have a weird attachment to their last name, "we're Gallaghers" is a part of their personality. D. it would make Mickey's tattoo even weirder.

extra point- I don't headcanon them having their own kids, but possibly getting custody of Franny and possibly fostering kids when they're older. I think having one last name might make them feel more like a family.

That's pretty much it, I think. I might add to it later on. Thank you for the question, anon! I'm happy to hear your opinions though!

[atricksterproblem]

NOTE: I’m going to quote one of the clues you find in Escape the Ministry below, so if you haven’t played the game yet, stop here to avoid the (admittedly minor) spoiler.

So in the game, the note on Papa III’s statue says that “The Clergy determined that he had not been staying true to The Path.” I’ve seen people here and there taking for granted that this is the truth. I want to suggest that the surviving leadership, as directed by Sister Imperator, is not necessarily a reliable narrator.

It’s worth remembering that the winners write the history books. It’s also worth remembering that institutions, even ones that are supposed to be freedom-loving like Unholy Church, need to come up with justifications for their actions to keep their membership in line.

I believe that Sister Imperator disliked Terzo for personal reasons. I think he reminded her way too much of what Nihil was like in his youth. I also think we have sufficient evidence now that Copia is her son, and therefore she favored him and resented anything that might impede his rise.

I don’t think we have any solid evidence that Terzo strayed from the path whatsoever. Did he fail to spread the message far and wide? His album won a Grammy. Ghost’s audience grew dramatically during his tenure. It’s not like he wasn’t gaining converts to the cause.

There was likely a faction within the Church that felt he was too frivolous. That doesn’t mean they were correct. There’s more than one way to embrace the tenets of the Church, and more than one way to spread the message. There’s plenty of evidence that his approach was winning hearts and minds.

I would also argue that demanding that the Church should adhere to One True Way goes against everything it’s meant to stand for. It seems to me that the powers behind the throne are only interested in perpetuating their own power, as such people so often are.

Anyway, this all a long-winded way to say we shouldn’t believe everything we read in the lore. Consider the source.

[iliveilove]

Kinda unpopular opinion well more like headcanon but I like to think that James Sirius Potter is actually pretty studious. He cares aa lot about his grades and school. Hes kinda like a mini Percy Weasley and doesn't live up to his name AT ALL. In fact, he was told so much as a child that he'll be a big prankster like both his namesakes that he eventually got tired of it and decided he's gonna to the exact opposite of what he's been told his entire life. And while I'm at it. I'd like to change his name to Freddy Sirius Potter. There is absolutely nothing wrong with naming your kid after your dead parents that you never knew and the one person who took care of you but this is Harry and Ginny's first child and I think that Ginny would've wanted to have a hand in naming him. I get that George named his kid Fred but you can name 'reuse' names. My mom, her cousin, my cousin, and some sort of second cousin( idk what that even is but whatever) all have the same name. I might as well continue not that I'm at it.

I really did like Albus's name so we aren't changing it.

Lily Luna. Why Luna? I love her and all but she and Harry were barley close AT ALL! And I kind of don't remember her being like Ginny's absolute best friend. I would've preferred Ruby Molly Potter. Ruby after Hagrid because that man barley gets enough love or thanks. And again, I understand you want to name your daughter after you mother but Molly was more of a mother to Harry than Lily ( since you know, Lily wasn't even there) AND she's Ginny's mother.

And of course, they don't have to be named after anybody! They could've just been given names like Oscar, Jacob, and Emily -_-.

[sailorluna15]

idk if this is considered an unpopular opinion but I hate when I see fics on Azula redemption or Zuko's reign and it's written in a way that makes it seem like the Fire Nation hates Azula. Azula was the pride of the Fire Nation and royalty, the Fire Nation wouldn't have hated her. If anything, they would've felt like it was some sort of injustice that Azula was removed from the throne. Y'all have to remember that Zuko was seen as a traitor of the Fire Nation. If anything, people would've hated HIM in the beginning and even towards the middle of his reign.

Deconstructing colonialism takes a long time. Truth be told is would take DECADES for the Fire Nation to dislike Azula and even after decades, she probably would still be socially acknowledged for her prowess and dedication to the Fire Nation by many.

It would go something like this:

"Yeah, Azula capturing Ba Sing Se was bad, but you can't lie, she did in 3 days what General Iroh tried to do in 600. That's fucking amazing."

That's how people talk about some conquerors now, why wouldn't they talk about them like that in ATLA?

FYI: I deleted the last paragraph of this bc I didn't like what i wrote. I stand on everything else tho.😭

[hiort]

dreamers discuss their shared fate

[somewhereincairparavel]

Headcanon that Jason straight up has friend crushes on people (cmon we've all had friend crushes before). Like he'd spend all day and all night to befriend someone and would try every possible thing ever. He'd be extra helpful towards them, going out of his way to help with giving them their lunches, passing their plate to them, helping them with their training, etc

Girls at camp would be ECSTATIC and think that Jason is into them romantically or something but nope. He just has an agressive friend crush, like pls just be his friend he's such a cutie patootie 🥹

@queen-of-weird-girl-nation

[twobitsblade]

i'm the biggest cherry valance defender ever. how can you not love this beautiful, gorgeous, sweet, angelic, and ethereal woman? ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

[v0idcreature]

I really adore when Jonathan is shown to have some nuggets of humanity. I love when despite how twisted he can be, there is still some vague goodness inside him. Like how he would love to return to academia in Batman Adventures. I love that complexity and I wish newer iterations would explore it more. I like the duality of Jonathan fighting between that and his love of fear. I would love to see him in more vulnerable states as he clearly hasn’t gotten over his childhood. I wanna see that man cry, although he’d probably try not to.

he is a pathetic, sad little man at his very core, struggling at all times.

[ivestas]

Thank you for writing my request, I loved it!! I have another idea but it's a deeper subject so I understand not everyone is comfortable with writing about it. Could you write about a younger reader and the team see self harm wounds and scars while they were injured or while they were changing? (Something along those lines) and what they would do/ react? Xx

what is most precious to you?

Summary: The 141 discover a part of you that you’d wanted to bury.

Tags: TW s/elf harm scars + sui/cide and talk of it, please read carefully/don't read if this topic triggers you, platonic!141 x medic!fem!reader, reader implied to be mentally ill, younger!reader, descriptions of blood and injury, canon typical violence, soap + ghost focused, unedited

Word count: 1.5k

Notes: im glad u enjoyed the previous req anon! i hope I'm able to do this req justice too 🫡

You’d been a part of the 141 long enough for the others to know and trust you.

An esteemed medic that knew medicine and all things fixing like the back of her hand, despite your age—it was a natural skill, it seemed. Your hands were always so damn fast with a gauze—hell, even a dirty rag you’d make use of in an instant. 

You were just good. Reliable. Consistent. Seemingly just a normal young lady whose only eccentricity was the job she chose to be: a medic for a merc group. 

Soap often liked to joke about that normalcy that clung onto you. 

“Bet when you’re on leave you work a 9 to 5 and sleep right at 8. I’m right, aren’t I?”

You snorted. “No, I’d sleep at 9.” 

“Ohhhhh, daring! Don’t be too crazy! Ya might just lose a leg!” 

Even Ghost would sometimes jump in, adding his own joke occasionally. 

“Should I get you a planner for your birthday? A nice, minimalist one with neutral stickers to match.”

You’d scoff and jab back, whether it be at Ghost’s mask or Soap’s current and past hair-styles.

But they never gave you a tough time about it—they were glad that one of them was able to blend back to civvy life with ease. 

Price even said it was his favorite trait—”sometimes, you need the practicality and mindset of a normal lady to get shit done.”

“Thanks?” 

The guys all had a similar image of what your childhood was like: middle-class, parents all stiff-like and old-timey, your favorite hobbies probably were things like football or reading, things like that. 

However, that image shattered during a post-mission intermission. 

Things went wrong, completely askew—the enemies were clearly prepared for the attack, because landmines were everywhere and the area was crawling with hostiles.

It was a resounding loss—many casualties, wounded, etc. 

You could hardly keep up, trying to patch up as many as possible, even when the sky rained of bullets and the air tasted thickly of gunpowder and death. It was like a place between purgatory and hell, a constant flow of shouts, screams, explosions.

It was too late for you to noticed a bullet grazed your arm; it was deep enough to be visible, but luckily it wasn’t aimed low enough for it to shoot into your arm. 

You had ignored the wound—in your mind, it only made sense to focus on the soldiers who were fighting for their lives and riddled with bullet wounds. 

So you just did that: focus on them. 

But, due to the constant movement and strain, the graze only worsened, almost tearing. The adrenaline numbed the pain, but you knew it was gonna hurt like a bitch soon enough. 

Luckily though, Ghost shouted in your ear through the comms. 

“Bravo-1, retreat!—fuckin’ hell—everyone, retreat!”  

You did just that—retreat. 

Huffing and puffing, you were quick to run to the distant chopper you recognized as the 141′s. A haze of sand was the only saving grace as it covered you from the enemies direct line of sight.

Soap pulled you into the helicopter with a quick grab of your wrist, completely unaware of the graze that arm sustained. You let out a sharp hiss of pain, feeling the skin tear just a little more. 

The entrance of the helicopter shut, and with both of you heaving, the plane finally shot back into the air, rocking back and forth the slightest bit. The sound of bullets slowly melted away into harsh whirring and mechanical buzz. 

You took a moment to collect yourself, inhaling sharply before you got up, arm still bleeding. 

But, strangely, you felt it drip along your arm and into your hand, running along your finger—ah, it should’ve been obvious, the sleeve of your wounded arm had completely torn. 

You lifted the arm, examining the wound. 

Scars of varying sizes, textures, and freshness—some having strange bubbly dots, others consisting of messy lines. Some of the fresher scars had torn a little, causing thin lines or red to rise. 

Your blood ran cold. You glance up, hoping—praying—that Soap didn’t see, or even understand the implications. 

But you could see he was staring, the cogs in his mind slowly snapping together. 

You put your arm away to your side, hiding it from his view. 

“Lass—“

“I need a medkit. We have one on the plane?” 

You loathed the look of sadness, of pity that shone in his eyes, pulled at the muscles of his face. 

Don’t. Stop.

I’m not weak. Don’t—I’m not weak! 

A chorus of words, feelings, of palpable dark was what filled your mind now. Insecurity, self-hatred, all of it—you’d been working on it, trying to regulate, to reason with the miasma that had taken ahold of your consciousness.

But, fuck, you’ve revealed it to Soap of all people—he felt bad, didn’t he? Disgusted? Worried? He was gonna tell Price, wasn’t he? That your unfit for the 141, that—

A hand rested on the top of your shoulder.

“Can I patch you up?” Soap asked softly. 

You grit your teeth. Moving away from his hand, you shook your head, glaring at the floor. A small splatter of blood was there. “I can fix it myself.” 

You expected—wanted—him to berate you. 

But he didn’t. He was kind. 

“Sure, kid. I’ll just get ya the med kit—stay put.” 

Another wave of shame rocked you. You sat on one of the small seats connected to the walls of the heli, rubbing away the small bits of dried blood. 

Consumed by your thoughts, you didn’t hear Soap murmuring to Ghost. 

“The kid—she, ah...” He ran a finger along his wrist. “Catch my drift?” 

“Cutting herself?” Ghost said bluntly. 

“Sometimes I wish you had a little more tact, L.T.” 

Ghost ignored him. “They fresh or old?”

“Both,” he sighed, grabbing a med kit from one of the plane’s various compartments. “What’re we supposed to do? Don’t wanna scare off the kid, but don’t wanna leave her on her own devices hacking away at ‘erself!” 

Ghost grabbed the kit from his hands. “I’ll handle this. You sit down—go near the Captain. Try to leave us some privacy.” 

Hesitantly, Soap nodded. “Work your magic, sir.” 

Ghost made his way to the other end of the helicopter where you were. You were hunched over your wound, a deep frown on your face. It’s uncharacteristic, but he knew it was a part of yourself you’d prefer to be shrouded in dark. Suffering wasn’t a nice look, was it?

But it was human. Denying your own right to feel it—it made Ghost frown too.

He sat beside you, kit in his hand. You had finally looked up then, alarmed. 

“Gimme your arm, kid.” 

You opened your mouth.

“Not leavin’ till I patch your arm up, so don’t even try.” 

Shamefully, you lifted your arm slowly. 

He took it with gentle but firm hands, a thumb running along a faint scar. 

Ghost opened the kit haphazardly with another hand. 

“When I was your age—maybe a little younger—couldn’t find much meaning in everything.”

He lifted his hand from your arm and grabbed alcohol and a small cotton rag. Dampening the rag with alcohol, he drew it to your arm, rubbing away the excess blood and cleaning the wounds. You didn’t make any noise, only breathing raggedly. 

“The suffering was pointless, in my eyes; thought, ‘this isn’t bloody fair’. Born in a shitty house with a shitter father, food hardly ever on the table, my mind deteriorating, and the world cast in deep gray.”

You nodded. 

Ghost grabbed a bandage gauze, unravelling it and wrapping it gently around the graze and the scars. It was calming, watching him work away, even if the wrapping was a little clumsy. 

“The harsh reality came a little while later, and it’s that people like me—us—we gotta work hard for shit to change. That this weight forced upon us, it’s only we that can shed it off. It’s still not fair—frankly, suicide is easier. Thought of doing it for the longest time... But...” 

He shook his head. “In my eyes, it’s a coward’s way out. We should never die by our own hands—there’s always something to live for.”

“What are you living for?” 

“Mmmm.... For tomorrow’s pint.” 

You laughed. 

He grabbed a safety pin and pinned the end of the gauze. “...now, I know it’s ‘silly’ to say, but you know we’re here for you?—the 141′s got your back, kid—how about this, let’s make a deal.”

“Yeah?” 

“You ever have the urge to cut yer arm, you come straight to me, or the others. They’ll listen. They care.”

They care.  

It’s weird, but hearing the words said out loud, it hit you. 

They really care. 

You took in a shaky breath. “Thank... you.” 

“It’s no problem at all, kid. Stay strong.”

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[hogwarts-legacy-confessions]

i don’t know if this is popular or unpopular headcanon but i don’t think Garreth’s hair happens by accident - boy is hogging the mirror in the dormitory every morning coiffing those curls just right while Leander stand on tiptoe to see over him and I won’t hear otherwise

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[samanthabbooks]

Unpopular ACOTAR Opinions part 1

Nesta and Elain do not deserve an ounce of the hate the ACOTAR fandom gives them.

Rhys is not worthy of being High King.

Cassian and Rhys do not deserve Nesta and Feyre.

Mor is a snake and will betray everyone.

Eris is good.

Tamlin does not deserve a redemption arc.

Elain will be High Lady of the Day Court with Lucien.

The Inner Circle are unreliable narrators when it comes to Rhys.

Being mad on behalf of someone is not healthy (Rhys towards Nesta.)

Gwyn and Azriel do not make sense together.

We will never be shown Feyre's full power because of Rhys.

Lucien will be the one to kill Beron.

Elain's power will be stronger than anyone thinks.

I have so many more and can go into detail with any of these. Don't get me wrong, I love all these characters but they all have faults.

[hotcat37]

Do you have any NSFW headcanons for the JO guys?👀 Like kinks, turnoffs etc

oooh interesting question 👀 I haven't written much JO smut but I do have some headcanons/things I like to see in fics :)

Nace:

-I honestly think he's pretty vanilla, he is open to trying new things but he'd be happy with even just dry humping as long as he's with someone he loves :]

-likes being told how strong he is and being complimented on his muscles and tattoos

-has a little fantasy of being a house husband and having sex while he's doing chores like cleaning or washing dishes

-being degraded in bed is his biggest turn off and completely takes him out of the mood, even if it's done jokingly it'll just make him feel bad (doesn't like degrading his partner either but might feel okay to use demeaning names in a playful setting)

-loves to cuddle his partner after <33

Jure:

-very horny, can and will initiate multiple rounds a day if his partner is up for it

-likes trying new things, especially weird positions, but cannot stay serious for too long during role playing and will get turned off if there's any too high expectations, he just wants to have fun

-has a kink for semi public sex (ex: in a supply closet after a gig, he enjoys the thrill but not enough to do anything riskier than that lol)

-ass guy, will just face plant straight into his partner's butt and be in heaven (good matchup for Kris then?)

-will make his partner food after first having a smoke ^_^

Kris:

-somewhat bratty during sex but he's actually just nervous and tries to hide it with sarcastic quips, hesitant to try new things

-bit of a pillow princess, likes to take things slow and relaxed whether he's on top or bottoming

-enjoys having his hair pulled and his thighs and ass being massaged

-feminization is either a big hit or a big miss, likes being called princess and wearing lacy stuff and feeling pretty but if his partner takes the feminizing too far it quickly becomes uncomfortable for him and he'll start feeling self-conscious

-is completely focused on hygiene afterwards, will make his partner shower with him

Jan:

-will probably put on some sexy low instrumentals during foreplay, speaking of which, he tends to enjoy foreplay more than the actual sex itself lol

-doesn't really have any specific kinks but does really get off on hearing his partner moaning and other sensory triggers, is definitely down to be blindfolded to enhance the experience

-does get fatigued pretty easily, he tries to make the foreplay and sex last as long as possible but will most likely be too sleepy for a round 2

-doesn't like heavy dom/sub dynamics, power imbalance makes him uncomfortable even if it's just for a temporary fantasy, can't help but cringe when daddy kink is involved in any way

-barely has energy to do clean up before dozing off so there might be a little mess to clean up after his nap

Bojan:

-big praise kink, likes to be told he's a good boy/doing a good job (is ok with some light degradation like being called an attention whore or something)

-very good partner if you're into roleplaying, he'll take it (too) seriously, will come up with random lore to enhance the scenario on a whim

-loves to give oral, likes having his neck and ears kissed, enjoys gentle squeezes to his body

-he does have performance anxiety and his partner being quiet during sex or not visibly showing their enjoyment will quickly send him into a panic, needs reassurance and occasional check-ins to feel good during sex

-very cuddly afterwards and likes to be a clingy big spoon 🥄

[dallasgallant]

its 530am here give me your favourite headcanons and unpopular opinions im delirious

Ooo I’ll try to think some up, been a busy day so this might not be the best. Can’t let this lie till when I have a better answer, if I don’t know I’ll explode.

Johnny likes staying with Two-bit the best because his family has a sleeper sofa. He does have to use his sisters spare sheets/blankets… and he is a little worked up about using girls sheets but it means a lot to get comfort where he can.

Johnny drinks. Not a lot, usually only two and he takes it slow.

Steve’s nose is crooked from having his nose broken one too many times. It’s not too noticeable unless you look close but there’s a definite slant

Steve and soda simultaneously hold eachother back from doing stupid, high energy shit… it doesn’t work that well and that’s part of the reason soda drags pony along everywhere

Darry’s main hangout is the gym because he feels his masculinity is a bit threatened by doing a bulk of housework and nagging (stereotypical mother behavior) he knows he’s being dramatic about it but feels he needs to prove something.

Dally isn’t very good at sweet talking someone as if it’s not quick his pride quickly gets in the way

Pony’s clothes are 98% hand me downs

Unpopular opinions-

Idk why everyone else thinks Dally is FROM New York but I don’t see it that way. More he was raised in Tulsa, went away for a while and then came back. Either with family or on his own (the implication he moved all over the place or on his own is either from a tweet or purely the musical and idk why — I just-)

I talk a big talk about rodeo stuff but fandom should also lean into the fact the boys are a bunch of rednecks. Like in general but there’s also a lot of interesting class issues underlining the story and idk people seem afraid of the fact they’re poor?

Literally no one in the story is “the bad guy” or “evil” like the entire message is about nuance and everyone’s human and complex but my god will that go over everyone’s head for someone to blame.

I’m a time period stickler when it comes to writing fic/headcanon/meta. Sort of unpopular in that I find the research and stuff fun (I promised to make time period help posts… I’ll get on that sometime) not everyone likes doing this or is as particular and that’s fine. This is more a unpopular thing I do than opinion

[afreshofbreathair]

My unpopular headcanon (and I can project if I want, it's MY headcanon) is that Nanami would match well with someone who can't have children.

Yuji is his son (I'm not taking questions D:<) and Mrs. Nanami now has the child she always wanted.

.....and when Nanami dies, Mrs. Nanami has the son that her and Nanami raised together. (/_;)/~~