#yeah enjoy my headcanons

[forgettable-au]

Something about hands....

Pssttt if you haven't seen it already, check out the new forgettable-au amv These are some of the still frames from that animation hehe

[leeleetaw]

I just love how Bucky's gaze toward Sam changed through out the series. It went from cold and mindless stare to admired, trusting and comforting gaze. It's fascinating to watch their relationship development through the way Bucky slowly shifted how he look at Sam. (And how his actions changed for the better too but honestly i like when the character show the smallest gesture of shifting emotions on their face but it's like so bland and so damn obvious at the same time just like how his eyes show how much in love Bucky is for Sam fr fr)

[inthehouseoffinwe]

The ships burn and Fingolfin hates.

…the ships keep burning and Fingolfin fears.

Mad cackling can almost be heard a continent away and he can’t figure out whose it is: Morgoth’s, or his brother’s.

In either case, he knows the people Fëanor has just taken to the other side, Fingolfin’s dear nephews most of all, are in great danger. He knows his brother. And he knows what happens to the people around him when his passion meets rage in a merciless, all-consuming flame.

No one deserves to be in that line of fire.

So when his children and remaining nephews and niece cry out their betrayal and curse their uncle and cousins, he turns a firm eye to them.

“If I’d commanded it, would you not have done the same?”

They begin to shake their heads, and he frowns.

“Do not lie to me, children.”

They turn away. Fingon’s relief at his father’s words breaks his heart, his eldest should know he cares deeply for Fëanor’s sons. Surely? Has he become so distant? Would any of them have confided in him earlier if he’d just opened his arms a little more-

No use in what ifs.

He turns back to the burning ships and sends a small prayer to whoever might still listen to keep his nephews safe. Fëanor is gone, mind shattered with his father’s death, and he’s dragging his children down with him to ash and blood and ruin. They just have to survive long enough for Fingolfin to arrive. He’ll talk sense into his brother, he’s the only one who can. He’ll get the children their father back and fix all of this, pride be damned.

The Helcaraxë is the only option. His nine children spit venom at their half uncle, but no longer complain of their cousins. A year following him into this hellscape, a year of leaving the weakest to the blizzards lest everyone freeze yet refusing to turn back, has shown them exactly what they’d have done were the positions reversed.

It’s a sobering thought. He wonders what he’s done to deserve such dogged loyalty.

Wonders when he started taking advantage of the same things he hated and admired most about his brother.

Time passes. He wakes one day to a coldness in his fëa and sends another desperate prayer. A bad feeling takes route that grows day by day, fear and a strange fire dancing in his periphery urging him and his people on.

Time is running out Nolofinwë.

Ice slowly gives way to solid rock, then slush, then grass and he arrives at Mithrim in relief, all but running to the fortress, only to see little Makalaurë greeting his host. Eyes hardened, crowned in silver, heavy shoulders draped in a frayed red cloak-

And he knows it’s far, far too late.

Agony and despair are hidden behind a stony mask that he sees right through but can no longer reach. His open arms greeted with caution. Watching. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. His kind words with narrowed eyes, all but daring pity, and Fingolfin could weep.

There’s no reconciliation that can prove his love, his understanding, now.

Fëanor is gone.

His children are being consumed in the blaze left behind.

…and Fingolfin doesn’t know how to fix this.

[respocked]

Early exile years

[xadeone]

I understand why people make human Perry the Platypus mute, since his original character doesn't talk the way the rest of human characters do in the show. I can see that it's interesting to keep that non verbal part of his character.

But like, I'm sure that if Heinz took the time to learn platypus the same way he learnt whale, he could actually talk with Perry. Maybe Perry wouldn't talk a lot, but he would respond if prompted, would maintain conversation. (They kinda already do? But that's besides my point)

So while I like and understand mute Human Perry, the closer to canon in my opinion is for him to speak. Perhaps be a quiet guy who doesn't say much or who usually waits for others to speak first, but he does answer and talk out loud.

[penumbra-mayhem]

Lone Wolf - Sam & David fic

lone wolf (n.) /ˌlōn ˈwo͝olf/ - a very independent or solitary person - a term used amongst werewolves to refer to a werewolf without a pack

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It was a sight to behold—Tank in the midst of their pack. Not on the outskirts. Not hiding in some corner. But right in the middle, wearing a very ugly Christmas sweater. They were holding one pack kid on their hip while another was climbing up their back, trying to touch Tank’s purple liberty spikes.

Sam watched in amusement from across the room as Asher said some stupid innuendo and Tank gave him a playful punch, rolling their eyes with a smirk on their face. He took a sip of eggnog, just as a low voice emerged from behind him:

“They smile more, you know. Since meeting you.”

Sam choked on his drink. David had an uncanny ability to catch people off guard, no matter the situation. Sam glanced back, then shifted to allow room in the kitchen doorway for David. He obliged and stood next to Sam, wiping his hands on his apron as he watched Tank.

David continued, “When I first heard that you two were spending time together, I’ll admit, it had me concerned. I was worried I’d lose them again before ever getting them back. That’s not a discredit to your reputation; I’d only ever heard people speak highly of you. But after Quinn…”

He trailed off.

Sam nodded, his voice subdued, “Right.”

David watched Angel finish a joke and Tank laugh in response. The kid in Tank’s arms squirmed to the ground; the other was now firmly planted on their shoulders, lightly poking their spiked hair in glee. David took a moment, then crossed his arms and cleared his throat.

“They’ve been spending more time with the pack. With Asher and Milo and their mates...my mate...me. I think I have you to thank."

“That’s been their choice. I haven’t done anythin’,” Sam insisted.

“On the contrary. I think you’ve done more than you even know.” David locked eyes with him. “Before meeting you, Tank was practically a 'lone wolf'. They had been for some time. They stopped going to meetings. They stopped talking. They weren’t themself. They weren’t present. Even if they were there physically…it was like being in a room with a ghost. But now…I’m starting to see…someone. Not necessarily who they used to be. I don’t think we’ll ever get back who they were before Quinn...before my dad…”

Sam’s brow furrowed. He didn’t know Tank had had any significant connection to Gabe, other than him being their previous alpha. They never talked about him.

David sniffed and blinked hard. “They’re becoming someone I recognize now. Someone who is letting us see who they’re becoming. Instead of hiding from us. You’ve given me back my pack mate…my family. I’m grateful for that.”

The corner of Sam’s mouth quirked up ever so slightly. It was bittersweet news, one that made his chest tighten.

“That’s very kind of you to say, David. Though I do think you’re still givin' me too much credit. You’ve had just as much a hand in all that.”

David’s face twisted in resistance. “I’ve done nothing good for them. I only seem to make things worse.”

Sam scoffed and leaned back slightly, staring at David. A wry smile crept onto his face as he saw David in a state of displeased confusion.

David huffed, “What?”

“Nothin',” Sam drawled, “Only you sounded like Tank, just now. Blamin' yourself. Unable to see the good you’re doin'.”

David’s eyes narrowed.

“May I speak freely on…wolf matters, for a moment?”

David cocked his head slightly, then gave a tense nod.

“You’re not the first alpha I’ve met. And over the years, I’ve found many alphas are startin' to care too much about maintainin' reputation and hierarchy. Most other alphas these days would’ve kicked Tank out of the pack a long time ago.”

Anger flashed in David’s eyes. Sam jumped to continue, “Not that they should. But most would. Not you, though. You’ve never abandoned them. Even when they’ve tried to push you away. Even when they’ve hid. You’ve made it clear to them that their place is with y’all. In this pack. And, if I may speak for them, they know that. They may not always show it. They may not always feel it. But they know where they belong.”

David was stunned for a moment. He cleared his throat and rubbed the heel of his palm into his eye. Another round of laughter emerged from the group across the room.

"That's uh...I um...may I speak on vampire matters for a moment…" David stammered.

Sam nodded.

“Vampires and werewolves are similar in a few ways, one of them being neither do well in seclusion. Wolves have packs, vampires have clans...and I’ve heard you’re thinking of leaving the Solaires?”

“…that’s right.”

“I’m not here to sway you one way or the other. And I know you’re already Tank’s mate and you’ve already been to meetings and Solstices, so this might seem...frivolous, but…I’m just being formal. And I’m the alpha, so I’m allowed to be…” David huffed, annoyed at his own inability to get to the point. “I’m offering a formal invitation. To the Shaw pack. You don’t need one to be welcome here. But I just wanted you to know, you have a place with us, too. If you want.”

Now it was Sam's turn to be stunned. He turned his gaze to Tank, who gave him a quick wink before getting tackled by three pack kids. Sam whispered, "You talk to Tank about this?"

"I have. They liked the idea," David replied.

Sam locked eyes with David, grinning. "I'd be honored. Thank you, David."

David returned the smile just as a loud beep demanded his attention.

"Excuse me," David muttered before returning to the kitchen.

Sam took another sip of eggnog as he watched his pack mates wrestle and caught glimpses of Tank in their midst, with a smile on their face.

[yourlocaltoad]

Would be so silly if they were both alive

[active-mind-15]

Thinking about how Yosen High is canonically a Christian school which is so amusing to me as someone who went to a Christian school from pre-K to 1st grade and then a Catholic school from 2nd grade to 6th grade. I'm just thinking about the customs I used to follow in religious schools and thought I'd use my perspective to list out customs Murasakibara likely also had to follow.

Mandatory religious class once a week

Mandatory mass/church services once a week that replaced a chunk of our morning classes

The entire cafeteria saying a group prayer at lunchtime or picking one person per day to say the prayer for the whole cafeteria before eating

Learning hymns/gospel music (even funnier for Murasakibara because he canonically sucks at singing)

Religiously themed Christmas and Easter concerts and plays for our parents during the winter and spring

Taking communion and confessing sins to the pastor (or priest, in my case) every once in a while

Getting in trouble for using the Lord's name in vain

Encouraged to help out in our community (and according to the KNB wiki Yosen canonically makes their students do annual volunteer work so imagine wandering around Akita and seeing this purple giant sweeping the streets or picking up trash LMAO)

Owns a bible (that probably is filled with scribbles, doodles, and vague annotations)

Those are all the ones I can think of at the top of my head. Luckily, my schools weren't super strict since the churches I attended were non-denominational. And my parents only sent my sister and I to Catholic school because the quality of the curriculum was good, but they refused to let us actually convert to Catholicism. We were really just there for the education, LOL.

[thetismcave]

Hey y’all :)

You know how Vash can hear Plants in pain on a frequency humans can’t? Yeah? okay

Now, consider, Vash sending out his own subsonic distress signal when he’s badly hurt or in emotional pain. Unconsciously calling for help or consciously trying to self-soothe. It doesn’t really matter which, because nobody can hear it either way, can they? :))

(and the ones that can hear it are either those physically unable to do anything but listen.. or those who would take that vulnerability as weakness to exploit)

[ibblescribbles]

Do you think you will ever check out Raincode? It's made by the same people who made DR but with a more focus on mystery. (It has the same vibes and stuff, I feel like you would like it a lot) another thing, the writing is so banger

Yes, I've already played Raincode!! Really enjoyed it, especially for the DR-like vibe and I actually made charms of the main cast:

I have sketches of Yomi and Yakou that I've been meaning to add to this set for ages but haven't been able to bring myself to refine them ;v; Makes me happy when people recognize the Raincode merch at cons tho! I'm really excited for Kodaka's new game too, I haven't played the demo yet!

[the5n00k]

I physically need to make more Wembley videos because I'm 1) obsessed with him and 2) he is quite possibly my most accurate kin rn

The Secret of Convincing John is an episode that drives me nuts if I think about it too long but then I remember Wilfred Fraggle and want to punt him out a window /affectionate

[cheeriochat]

Hmmmm DMC headcannons 3!!!!

This one's a bit wordy

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• Dante and Vergil are the type of twins that when they are close by, are touching in any way possible. Sitting together? Dante is leaning on Vergil. Standing together? Vergil has his arm resting on Dantes shoulder. Walking together? They keep bashing into eachothers side. They can spend time apart (obviously) but when they are close there is always some form of contact.

• Nero felt phantom pains where his hand used to be, but when his arm grew back they kind of just became ordinary pains. He wasn't sure if it was a side affect of growing a whole ass arm back or something but he was happy when they went away.

• I kind of think Kyrie would have depression. I mean she went through a lot and lost her parents and brother but she lived, so I feel like she would have survivors guilt but due to constantly being busy she wouldn't really have the time to process it. It's a sad headcannon but I feel like it just seems right :(((

• On a bit of a lighter note, I feel like Kyrie would have a good support system though. I mean she has Nero obviously, but also I think she would have Lady, Trish and Dante there for her and eventually Vergil too.

• Talking about Trish, Lady and Dante. I feel like Lady and Trish would go shopping Bayonetta 2 style, and have Dante carry all their stuff around. (He gets compensated for his work when they stop at a Cafe and he gets a parfait, although he doesnt mind helping his friends)

• Nero has a huge sweet tooth, but because of the kids, he can't keep anything to satisfy his need for sugar around long enough. Vergil likes to buy him sweet stuff though as a form of peace offering. He's found Nero likes Lemon Sherbets, Sour patch kids, and controversially, Liquorice.

• Vergil likes Hotpot and Shabu Shabu. I don't know, I just feel this in my soul.

• Dante is jealous that Vergil gets a tail and he doesn't. Vergil is jealous Dante's horns are fancier than his. They are both content with the wings that they have. (Also vergil has long skinny fangs with sharp teeth and Dante has wider, stubbier (but still as equally sharp) fangs with more "human" teeth)

[wishmemel]

jjk men tropes

Businessman! Gojo Satoru who’s forced into a contract marriage with you through no will of his own. you’ve watched him from afar for years (you could even go as far as to call yourself one of his admirers) but he’s never paid a glance in your direction. that all changes when fate throws a wrench in both your lives and has you preparing for a wedding that you neither want nor need. Gojo Satoru is incredibly good-looking, to his credit, but coming into contact with his arrogant attitude always leaves a sour note in your mouth. he’s nothing like you dreamt he would be in your head: charming, clever, and playful. where had you gone wrong in analyzing his personality? it was those deceptive blue eyes, wasn’t it? they had reeled you in and left you paralyzed, unable to pull away. so you’d made up a fictional world in your head with him as the star, and now that he hasn't lived up to your expectations, you’re finding yourself sorely disappointed. the only thing that can come out of this is Satoru's stubbornness when it comes to suddenly changing your mind, despite his previous nonchalance. maybe it's because he finds that it's not so bad having someone to come home to and eat dinner with and open the wine bottle for and kiss awkward goodbyes to. and maybe the two of you could do this for a little longer than what the contract had stated and maybe he'll give you a kid just so that he can have some memory of you when you leave and maybe he'll be able to convince you that he's not all that bad. (maybe he'll be able to convince you to stay.)

Tattoo Artist! Geto Suguru who has been your best friend since preschool. he’s reserved and shy, different from your usual types, and he spends most of his nights in, drawing elaborate sketches in his notebooks or enjoying movie nights with you. on days where you can convince him to come out with you, the two of you end up drunk at karaoke bars, singing your hearts out. it’s the first time you’ve noticed just how beautiful Suguru can be, especially the way he doubles over laughing after hearing your singing, and the way he outdoes you in every song with a voice that could drive women to their knees. he's not the type to say his thoughts aloud or even the kind to admit his own feelings to himself. if Suguru is good at one thing, it's running. but he hasn't run from you yet. he tells himself that he's just waiting for the right opportunity to let you down and leave, and he tells himself that it's not because his heart clenches at the thought of your eyes filled with tears, hands tugging at his shirt, begging him to stay. Suguru has been here long enough to know that everyone that you needed left the same way: by walking straight out the door without a second thought. so since you were kids, Suguru, only two years older than you, would look out for you like an older brother might, squaring up to the bullies on the playground in elementary and knocking out your persistent ex-boyfriends when you two were a little bit older. he wishes you would read his mind and make the decision for him. everything would be a little simpler if you knew what he was thinking and made him promise to stay before he could even take the first step to leave. (the same way a younger version of you had made him pinky promise on the playground to never leave.)

Boxer! Fushigoru Toji with bruised knuckles, various scars, and a set of washboard abs that you frequently dream of doing your laundry on. he dedicates his fights to you and promises to win in your name, regardless of those around you who call him a foolish romantic. his lopsided smirk, cruel and dangerous, is enough to shut their mouths as soon as they meet his dark eyes. knowing that boxing isn’t really your style, the two of you met at a bar where Toji worked part-time as a bartender and full-time as an arrogant flirt. it had been that troublesome smile that drew you in. danger was never something you balked from. rather, the opposite; it had butterflies swarming your stomach, unable to tell if they were from fear or excitement. it had you swaying on your feet from lightheadedness, caught between good for your heart and bad for your health. but when he takes you on his motorcycle, that seals the deal. it doesn’t matter that he refuses to put a label on your relationship. and it doesn’t matter that he refuses to make you two exclusive. what matters is that you wake up in his bed on sunday mornings and have breakfast with him until he has to leave for “business.” what matters is that you’re the only woman on his phone because Toji’s reluctantly told you that he’s an orphan. what matters is that someday he’ll call you his and that day will come soon. you know it will. you just have to be patient. (someday he'll say he loves you back.)

Ex-Lover! Ryoumen Sukuna who just can’t seem to let you slip from his fingers. he’s possessive and he’s obsessive, but he can’t let you go, and he doesn’t care what anyone else says but you’re his and god forbid you see anyone other than him. if you’re on dates with other guys, Sukuna will have them running for the hills with a mere glance in their direction, and if you’re a little frustrated by that, then it’s no worries. he’s here to cool your anger. he’s here, so you can vent your frustrations and tell him you hate him and call him all those names. he loves when you lie to him. he wishes he could hear it all the time. he thinks you’re so cute when you’re pretending to be mad at him and acting up for attention. oh, you’ll get that attention, all right. Sukuna won’t let you get away without it. then you’ll be on you’re knees, begging and pleading for a second chance, just like his pretty porcelain doll should be doing. he’ll hold you tight and whisper fervent promises of how he’ll never let you go ever again. and it's so romantic in his head; picturing the fear that'll widen those doe eyes, the shortness of breath you'll feel when he tells you his plans like a cliche villain, the irregular beats of your heart that he'll relish in hearing. you know he’ll never ever let you escape from his fingertips like that again. and you'd sooner kill yourself than be stuck with Sukuna a second time but he doesn't know that. (if he did, he'd burn the entire world to bring you back.)

Colleague! Nanami Kento who is so uptight that you can’t help teasing him on every off chance that you two find your paths crossing (which happens to be more and more frequently these days, you must admit.) he’s been in love with you since the day you stepped into the office, your sharp look matching the sleek dress pants that you wore that day, but hasn’t yet found a way to express it yet, other than asking if you liked love in your coffee the first day that you’d been assigned a desk beside his. you’d given him a blank stare that he seems to have interpreted as a death glare and he’d profusely mumbled apologies under his breath, vowing never to speak to you or look in your direction again. however, somehow, through some magic, you’d both reached this in-between point of talking where you weren’t quite friends yet, but you were definitely acquaintances. acquaintances and colleagues and why was he so desperate to put a label on his relationship with you? he's always been able to draw the line first and maintain his professionalism, but you're always leaning over to laugh at jokes that your other colleague makes and he thinks it's so distracting the way your eyes light up and crinkle at the corners. and one day Kento finds that he suddenly has a great sense of humour and a penchant for making you laugh the way your other coworker could never. (it's not a competition. but if it was... Kento would win in a heartbeat.)

[formerheroeswhoquittoolate]

imagine, if you will:

dick is standing behind the couch braiding stephanie's hair.

stephanie is sitting on the back of the couch braiding barbara's hair.

barbara is sitting on the couch braiding tim's hair.

tim is sitting cris-cross applesauce on the floor with cass's head on his feet braiding her hair.

(cass is eating a cookie.)

[random-lil-illing]

found this weird bug in my food,,, anyone know what it is

[owlfacenightkit]

Trying to figure out how I want to draw this guy…