#with some headcanons thrown in

[retro-rambles]

Decided to (lazily) line these old Rex & Weevil sketches. Some liberties were taken with Rex

[liltaireissocute]

[PERC'ILDAN]

kiss meme :D

I headcanon Percy as someone who has no experience neither in kissing neither in relationships, and Vax as an experienced one who definitely knows how to kiss so their first kiss is very awkward (and at the same time very sweet and gentle)

[stacytea]

Maedhros has learned the black speech in Angband, can speak it fluently & very much prefers death than ever admitting it to anyone

[loopimay]

so tired of the stolas sympathy hour (apology tour spoilers)

i just hate him so much. he's done everything wrong in his relationship with blitzo and apology tour makes him out to be the good guy. why? he neglects his daughter to coerce someone who has zero power over him into sexual favors for his grimoire. and i don't care if he gave him an asmodeus crystal. the fact that stolas made blitzo have sex to keep his business active at all makes him a terrible person. (terrible bird? whatever.) and when he said "you speak just like that vile striker friend of yours!" i was pissed OOOOOFF - striker is the only one calling the upper class out on their bullcrap! if stolas gets made out to be the good guy for all the shit he put octavia through, i am gonna lose it. i understand why stolas cheated on stella, but that gives him no right to make his daughter miserable in the process. (also, why does stolas even let stella have joint custody of octavia if he knows she's horrifically abusive???? would he not have the power to deny her that????? he's a prince ffs) maybe i'm just projecting because i've been in a similar situation to octavia, but her whole relationship with stolas really upsets me because i know the writers won't treat the situation with the respect it deserves.

[smalltimidbean]

Two types of autism

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

These Clone Wars headcanons are long overdue

I saw someone say Anakin couldn’t have taught Ashoka everything cause that man’s stiff as a damn board and I laughed my ass off cause they were right but then it got me thinking that this would be a perfect moment for Ahsoka to teach Anakin something

So she gently persuades him and by that I mean she forces him to do some simple stretches in the morning nothing too bad just stuff you’d probably do before gym class and after a while it kinda becomes a pseudo-joined meditation for them

After a while when Anakin started becoming more comfortable with the stretches she started teaching him yoga which he quickly fell in love with cause he found it was one of the few things that calmed him down as traditional meditation should

When Ahsoka stopped being Anakin’s padawan in the cannon timeline or in my delusional timeline where they both left the order and everyone’s happy he had to find something else to call her and for the first couple of months he would always introduce her starting with “my”

The nicknames would usually fall into one of two categories the first being the unhinged nicknames like “my little hell-raiser” or “my little desert storm” and then there are the cute and sappy ones like “my little Soka” or his personal favorite “my little sister”

And with the last one people would ask “Oh is she adopted” and while Anakin could go the normal route and say yes he would instead go his route and look at the person like they’re crazy and say “No why do you ask?”

Which leads me to my next headcanon of you know when people say “If you spend enough time with something you’ll start to resemble it” Well that kinda happens with Obi-Wan Anakin and Ahsoka

In the beginning they all looked as different as a group could look but after a while people started to notice their eyes looked weirdly similar and they held themselves in the same way and their facial expressions mimicked each other and oh my force when did they start looking related?

And this works in their favor later on when they leave cause remember yall they all left and lived happily ever after… 

Anyway it works out for them cause when Anakin reiterates “No we’re all siblings” people don’t even think about it they just kinda accept it and move on cause the galaxies in shambles and weirder shit has happened

Even though Ahsoka blames Anakin for crashing everything he’s ever flown it doesn’t truly bother her the risky moves and “fancy flying�� become predictable after a while and weirdly comforting 

It should concern her that barrel rolls and 90-degree drops are more soothing to her than a trained pilot who flies by the book cause yeah sure the flight is smooth but will the pilot make jokes while they’re being shot down

It is a truly hilarious show of fate that Anakin Skywalker got put in charge of the biggest adrenaline junkie this side of the galaxy and even though they both know this fact neither one of them will mention it 

Ahsoka’s just grateful to experience the feeling of a rollercoaster without ever being on one and Anakin’s grateful to finally find someone who just nags him when they freefall instead of screaming at the top of their lungs or puking when they land

Ahsoka will jokingly rat out Anakin to Obi-Wan when he picks on her it’s not uncommon for the older Jedi to hear things like “Master, Anakin keeps floating my sabers to the ceiling” or “Master, I can’t find my headwrap and Anakin’s hiding again can you help me look”

Just funny little tidbits throughout the day and sometimes council members will hear those anecdotes and for some reason they think “Oh she’s willing to rat him out for real” which has led to some council members asking her the bigger questions 

Like “Where was your master last night we tried hailing him but he didn’t answer?” and when Ahsoka responds with “Oh he’s been in his room all night tinkering with his arm” they correct her and say that the guards never reported him returning from a late-night excursion

She’ll come up with something like “Oh he left? Well I’m sorry masters I never saw him go and I could have sworn I heard him” which is a lie she told him to say hi to Padme as he left and the only thing she heard that night was her music 

But for some strange reason the council decides to believe her cause even though she’s Anakin’s padawan she has a strangely trustworthy face and has a wrap sheet of throwing him under the bus in the past 

Little do they know she wouldn’t sell him out for real and Anakin pays loyal people generously and by that I mean baked goods and boba and her favorite movie being played while they eat dinner

I don't know what it is about Anakin that gives me morning-person vibes but he just does now I’m not saying he’s like super bubbly in the morning but being up at five am when no one else is around just soothes him for some reason 

This however doesn’t stop him from staying up late to work on some projects or having a movie marathon with Ahsoka it just means those things are infrequent 

Obi-Wan and Ahsoka on the other hand feel like night owls to me the duo has so much going on throughout the day and while they’re both extroverts at heart nighttime is when they really unwind and get to relax 

All this to say it’s very funny imagining the normally broody Anakin smiling serenely at six in the morning barely needing a cup of caf while the normally happy duo of Ahsoka and Obi-Wan are reduced to grumbling grumpy messes that are death-gripping their cups of caf 

The Jedi don’t say “I love you” at least not in the normal way that everyone else does instead he makes snacks for his padawan while she frantically studies for a test that she forgot about or they say things like “Hey master I think I figured out why your prosthetic keeps locking up”  

Or one of them discovers his favorite tea in his cupboard after the younger two come back from a mission but he knows they were stationed three star systems away from where the tea is normally sold

Or the younger coming home from the same mission to find that all the chores they couldn’t do were taken care of 

You know the minuscule things that most people wouldn’t bat an eye at but to each other mean the world

[recitedemise]

𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬. He can tell you he's become the deity for daring and ambition, but for those that knew him, he's become more a vessel of poor self worth. As a mortal, Gale has wrestled for ages with both the value and the weight of all his qualities. He'd always thought himself singular, loved solely for his magic and his knack at spellcraft; however, in every realm that'd lie beyond all things wizardy, Gale, who he was, proved plainly irrelevant. He was valued for his skills. He was largely desired for his brilliance alone. In youth, he'd not many friends, a smart, rambly boy many treated quite coldly, a boy that leant on humor to deflect their bouts of venom -- a boy, as it were, that wasn't much liked. He'd be asked for help, of course, or 1:1 lessons if he'd the time to spare, but to play after class or to go to the park? Never. In fact, that was why he'd summoned Tara early on.

As an adult, this feeling, unfortunately, had paled in no way to only impossibly grow. Mystra choosing him, naturally, had all but propelled it to maddening heights. Abandoned, he fears his magic not enough, now left tempered, pale, and with a fraction of his strength. It makes him eager to please, to pursue even greater, grander acts to earn some approval, and his desiring godhood is a result of that. As a god, your worries, your battles, will all be his. He will triumph them all. He will take them in his palms and whisk you to safety. He can save you in a way his goddess denied him of, and then, surely then, will you think worthy...of time, your care, or your better opinion.

Yet, there in the astral plane, it'd be just him, his thoughts, and a small, empty boat amidst a sea of stars. He'd have no one to share with it despite his gaggle of followers that would love him blindly. They'd love him for his godliness, his ambition, his magic, and all those things he could offer for faith, but who he was and his now lost-heart... Starved, he'd cling to those prayers at his altars to feel partly loved.

[llitchilitchi]

calling out acephobia in fandoms and fanworks is so weirdly difficult because there's always Some Way to jargon your way out of it that would never fly with most other identities

[behindthunders]

[mad-hunts]

you know... as barton's #1 hater, it pains me to say this, but he mighttt actually be semi-decent at flirting with someone / seducing someone. LMAO okay, i'm joking about it paining me + being his number one hater (though i AM a hater of his), though let me explain why i'm talking about this right now — because it actually does have something to do with how barton 'lures in' his victims and this is usually by going on romantic dates with them.

and barton purposely does this by putting himself in situations where he'll attract the persons attention and/or where he can flirt with them, OFC, but while they're none the wiser to what his true (and VERY twisted) intentions behind talking to them is 😬 because i know i say this a lot but barton is DEFINITELY not a good person and at the end of that first date, he'll kill them.

and this might be an unnecessary detail, but with how the media unfortunately tends to sensationalize serial killers, i feel like this has earned him a nickname in the papers because of those who have discovered his victims. i'll talk about this more later, though

[random-iz-stuff]

Everything I could find that points towards something being real strange with Recap Kid:

The fourth wall awareness.

They can use their fourth wall awareness to see the future by creating the comic that is currently taking place and reading ahead.

Recap Kid being able to get their hands on objects that either shouldn’t exist in that universe (the same Invader Zim comics that they appear in, a copy of Enter The Florpus, a plush Zim, etc) or do exist, but Recap Kid REALLY shouldn’t be able to have them (a Gir costume for example, which does exist in universe but only as a unique Irken disguise made by Irken technology).

They CANONICALLY have shapeshifting powers, with Recap Kid briefly changing their physical appearance at least three different times in the comics.

Recap Kid also manages to change positions at least three times in one panel while also recapping everything with only a single text box, meaning that they can move extremely fast. Fast enough to create literal afterimages.

They also have canonical creation powers, with Recap Kid creating objects out of thin air and getting rid of them just as quickly, which does answer exactly where they’re getting the things that they shouldn’t be able to have.

Recap Kid also canonically has some sort of pyrokinesis, not only creating a ring of fire around Zim and Dib on command but also creating an explosion powerful enough to destroy an Irken ship.

Recap Kid is basically unharmed after getting rammed by Zim’s Voot at full speed and also being sucked into the Massive’s heating vents.

I haven’t even mentioned the pocket dimension they live/recap things in.

There are two separate occasions where it’s implied that Recap Kid doesn’t need air to live. First they mention that they hold their breath in between every comic release. And then there’s this line in issue 40 where Recap Kid questions how the Recap Brain can sigh without air or lungs, acknowledging that the space they’re in has no air, but continuing to go around like it’s perfectly normal.

Despite being able to breathe in space, Recap Kid still wears a spacesuit when we see them in space.

On a similar note, how does Recap Kid know that the Recap Brain doesn’t have lungs?

Recap Kid only exists in ONE universe, that being the universe that the main comics take place in. They just straight up don’t exist in Enter The Florpus, the Quarterly Comics and Dookie Loop Horror.

The fucking Recap Brain. A cosmic being with godlike power that looks like Recap Kid with the same hoodie and hair, who’s job it is to observe, record and recap the multiverse.

The Recap Brain implies that they aren’t the only member of their kind while tossing Recap Kid back into the comic universe, mentioning that “only a few people [presumably other Recap Brains] even know it [the comic universe] exists.

Point is, there’s something up with this child and I refuse to believe the wiki when it lists Recap Kid’s species as “human”.

[always-a-joyful-note]

This is actually the most important panel ever

[electro-scorpion-moving]

hc that part of ava’s phasing with the halo training involved pillow fights with beatrice

[trucksquared]

Minor theory I have:

I've never seen a regular deck of cards come with a rules card. But I have seen them come with board games. So maybe Rouxls Kaard isn't actually from the deck at all, and is actually from a board game

It could explain why he talks so weirdly (board game gimmicks), and doesn't seem to fit in with the other Cards. Who knows, maybe he'll even have some fancy Ludo powers or something

OH WAIT ANOTHER THING- both of his puzzles involved pushing a block to the adjacent square, like you do when playing a board game (though that could just be a coincedence)

[maykrisms]

randomly generated headcanons

Use this generator to create some randomly generated headcanons for your muse(s)!

Samuel...

...knows FNAF lore ...enjoys doing taxes ...likes board games, but nobody else wants to play with him ...is not good with social cues

Khamani...

...was forced to eat cement as a child ...would get into Twitter discourse ...doesn't know how to say she's sorry ...would be the character in a musical that asks why everyone is singing

VEGA...

...does not know what sleep is ...reads Wattpad ...voted Sans in the Tumblr Sexyman poll ...will remind people in the midst of chaos how good they're being

[extraclwnporeal]

Steve Harrington's relationship with love.

All the loving, all the lack of it. All the being loved in the end.

The Harrington's house was big and warm, at first, and their little Steven was welcomed with anticipation and want. The little one had warm food, plenty of toys, frequent visits of family's friends, and bedtime stories that ended with forehead kisses for some good years, all mostly from the hands of his mother. His smile was frequent and it felt like love. And of course, it didn't last — but, God, it was good once.

When Mr. Harrington's job stopped demanding for frequent flights, the house quickly changed. His low and scary voice was new to Steve — that only knew his mommy's melodic tone and her friends high pitched voices —, and it was used to say some new things to him, too. Things that made he think that maybe his hair wasn't so beautiful, or that the bad grades he got sometimes meant he didn't deserve good ones at all.

Once he was old enough to notice bad patterns, his parent's relationship didn't look like love either. It sounded and looked and even smelled wrong. The time Mrs. Harrington spent in the bathroom so she didn't have to talk to her husband, her beautiful confident voice fading and giving place to a shy voice that didn't sound like her at all. The frequent arguing, the way they glared at each other with nothing other than disdain and ressentment, and how they hated each other with such intensity there was no more space to love their son — it was all wrong.

When Steve got into high school, things seemed to change a little. From other eyes he discovered he could be a new person, just a handsome and charming jock who's easy to love. There were hands to hold, mouths to kiss and eyes glued on his back anywhere he went, and it almost felt like love. He called it love — with his hope disguised as certainty and experience.

He was sure it was love, yeah, sure, it must be. So, when Carol Perkins broke up with Tommy H. for the first time, Steve was sure of what do to, what to say. Steve got him into his car and drove him to Lover's Lake to clear his mind, already planning on taking him to parties and finding somebody new — even though he would miss Carol too. But Tommy started talking, confessing things he never thought he would. Steve listened to his best friend talk about how his relationship was flawed — how it lacked something so bitter to say they just acknowledged it without putting into words. His friend went silent, trying to muffle a cry, and so did Steve, thus their pain was shared in a weird bond. Then Tommy — a disheveled and exasperated Tommy — put his put his hands on Steve's shoulders and his mouth oh-so-close to Steve's mouth for a minute, a solid minute the seemed to make the noise of tiny waves of the lake go silent. But Tommy just let Steve go, mumbling a low "love is shitty, man".

Then Steve understood. God, he changed his mind for good. He knew nothing about love.

A lot of other girls happened, and it was not love. Some boys happened, and it was not love, but sure it was new. Nancy happened, and it was almost love. Yeah, but love, raw and bare love, was still far from showing up.

Out of high school and out of his peak as King Steve, he was a little lost — if not completely. He started working, gaining some money, planning a future, thinking about living his life rather than thinking about love.

Patiently, love showed itself. There was Dustin, whose smile was also Steve's smile. He was the one to first make his old persona crumble, "cause popularity was always a dumb and limitating concept anyways". Steve gave Dustin his best advices and haircare routine, and in return, Dustin gave Steve brotherhood, with it's secret handshakes and a spot kept with love at the Henderson's dinner table.

Then there was Robin, and rather than a girlfriend, Steve met his sister, half of his soul. His dawns were placed at the side of his telephone in the kitchen, telling her secrets and hearing her laugh. His closet had drawers and a whole door filled with her baggy clothes, so she'd have them in their sleepover nights — even though she's used to steal Steve's clothes by now.

Then Steve met — the correct way this time, because high school Steve was a jerk — Eddie, and it was easy to love him. At first, sure, there was jealousy. Well, all his friends loved Eddie, and he wanted to know what was all that fuss about. He was met with crooked smiles, beautiful brown eyes and a guy that was so unapologetically himself it was scary. Then, the nerdy jokes and rambles and his always flirtatious tone showed up. And with some more time, you couldn't spot Eddie without his Steve. Eddie threw himself at Steve's heart like there was a spot there with his name written on it the whole time. Maybe it was, who knows.

Steve said he didn't know love, but it was only until he was able to look at his once empty house — that his parents left for him when they left Hawkins for good —, now full of laughter and good memories, and call it a home.

Love came to him as if it was the easiest thing in the world, as if it was bound to happen. Steve figured, love is driving teenagers around even though their high pitched voices give you headaches and they leave your car a mess. Love is listening to their problems when they need you to. Love is finally learning how to make proper meals cause now you have lots of mouths to feed. Love is listening to your best friend talk about the same problems over and over and give her the same advices she gave you over and over, just cause she needed you to say it. Love is driving her everywhere because you're both scared of losing that routine, and love is still driving her everywhere even though she has a license now. Love is having company for crying sessions just like you had when you were laughing. Love is never spending birthdays alone again. Love is having a hand that will caress your back to help you sleep, with it's cold rings that always makes you shiver. Love is looking at his face and thinking about making it work, thinking about a bright, happy future. Love is forgetting what privacy is in the sweetest way possible, cause you have company in the bathroom even when you're pissing at night. Love is giving up the last piece of apple pie even though it's your favorite, because it's your best friend's favorite too. Love is receiving gifts for mothers days, birthdays, christmas, thanksgivings, or just because they felt like giving you something. Love is listening to your brother talk about his interests nonstop even though you don't understand a word of it, just because it makes him smile. Love is the stack of D&D handbooks on your nightstand with their bookmarks near the end.