#yippee! headcanons

[das-a-kirby-blog]

oh lawd they coming

[zephyrchama]

Lucifer probably does his best to keep the House of Lamentation clutter-free, meaning no personal effects are allowed in the hallways or common areas. He has to be very strict about this. Showing any of his brothers even a little leniency will cause the house to soon be overrun with massive piles of their random possessions.

What if the one (1) exception is a picture? A picture hand-drawn by MC, of everybody standing together and smiling. It has been hung up in a spot that humans supposedly only use to display their most precious art: the refrigerator door.

[oceanwolf26]

100 followers already huhh 😭😭😭 thankiess 🥹🫶💕💕

Here's another vkei sebastian doodle for my appreciation 😼

[skrunksthatwunk]

non-comprehensive haruhi autism creature comp

i mean just look at him she's literally

[cityofmeliora]

the Terzo autism post ♾️

this is kind of an analysis post and kind of a headcanon post.

Terzo reads as autistic to me, especially during his first two concerts when he was speaking without a script and trying to figure things out.

Terzo has that "trying new things is scary and i need to feel like i'm getting a good grade at social interactions and everything has to be done correctly or i'm going to explode" flavor of autism.

[AFTER PERFORMING PRIME MOVER] PAPA EMERITUS III: How am I doing so far? I've been studying these moves so you would feel comfortable. Are you comfortable? Linköping, Sweden (June 3, 2015)

Terzo says he studied the choreography for 'Prime Mover' so the audience would feel comfortable. he's trying to do what people expect, and he keeps checking if he's doing alright and asking the audience if they like what he's doing.

[BEFORE PERFORMING ABSOLUTION] PAPA EMERITUS III: So, we're gonna finish this off with something as weird as a new song. What that delighting, or did you not like that? Yes. Good, good. Linköping, Sweden (June 3, 2015)

PAPA EMERITUS III: So, I know it might seem a little confusing –it's even a little confusing to me, sometimes– y'know, playing new songs for people who've never heard these songs. But I tell you what– we have a really good ending song that you will understand why it is an ending song when you hear it. But now it might seem a bit strange, huh? Sweden Rock Festival - Solvesborg, Sweden (June 4, 2015)

Terzo feels weird about performing new music because it's new and the audience doesn't know what to expect and neither does he. he keeps trying to assure the audience that it'll be okay. but i'm pretty sure he was the only person worried about it. he was about to release a new album, so it completely made sense that he would be performing new songs. he just hates not knowing what to expect, and it doesn't occur to him that not everyone thinks like him.

and then this clip... i think it speaks for itself, but let's talk about it anyway. (i included the audio because i really want people to hear him speaking here.)

PAPA EMERITUS III: Okay! We are now officially wrapping– with a song. It's not a rap song, though. [STUTTERS FOR SEVERAL SECONDS] I've heard from my brother that you are somewhat of a singing crowd. So you like singing, eh? That is fantastic because that is exactly what we're gonna do right now, and if you had said no, that would have been… weird. So thank you for not being weird and weirding me out. I'm weird enough as it is. Sweden Rock Festival - Solvesborg, Sweden (June 4, 2015)

like where do i even start with this. him thinking he needs to clarify he's not going to be rapping. the stuttering. the fact that he listens to what Secondo tells him so he knows what to expect. him saying "[...] if you had said no, that would have been... weird. So thank you for not being weird and weirding me out. I'm weird enough as it is."

he feels like a weirdo and he just wants things to be normal so bad. 😭

he also gets really irritated when people are incorrect / do things incorrectly. he has the literal / rigid thinking patterns characteristic of autistic people

PAPA EMERITUS III: Well, it's getting late. AUDIENCE: NOOO! PAPA EMERITUS III: Yes! It's not a matter of opinion. It is getting late. Sweden Rock Festival - Solvesborg, Sweden (June 4, 2015)

he tells the audience it is objectively true that it is getting late.

then there's the whole bit where he wants people to clap along to the music but he hates it if people clap wrong or don't clap with the correct rhythm.

and the bit where he asks the audience to say "Meliora" and emphasizes the correct pronunciation versus the incorrect pronunciation.

Terzo strikes me as someone who is constantly trying to perform a very intentionally constructed social personality, not only as an entertainer but as a person. and while he's naturally charismatic and charming, it's actually quite difficult for him to perform this public personality because he's constantly concerned with getting a good grade in social interactions and things being done correctly.

and there are all the quotes about Terzo being a recluse who only interacts with others as much as is strictly necessary. this is definitely clinical depression, but i think his autism is also a factor.

he got comfortable once he settled into a routine and created a script that he could repeat, though. after that, he was really on autopilot during his concerts. which is also so so autistic of him <3

[irodimww]

silly late night redraw of that scene where cole gets jumpscared by zane’s falcon

(deeply apologize for any puerto-rican spanish speakers looking at this and going “this sounds wrong” FEEL FREE TO TELL ME WHAT TO FIX !!)

[cheeseydogwoop]

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[holy-reference-in-a-username]

Apology accepted (part 7)

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Content Warning: violence, depiction of a panic attack

big tom <3

[ambrozjas]

“thought you said you hated valentine’s.” you crossed your arms, leaning against the doorway as you looked at dallas. his fist was clenching a bouquet of crumpled up pink roses against his side, averting your gaze.

“yeah, whatever man. johnny said i should give these ta’you or somethin’.” he thrusted the flowers in your direction, finally looking up at you as his thick brown eyebrows furrowed with deceit when he tried continuing his grumbles of lies.

you merely stepped down your steps, softly resting the door back on its hinges as you step in front of dally, whose eyes never leave your frame.

as you stood in front of him, you looked down at the flowers in his hand, taking notice of the purples and yellow bruises littering his knuckles. the bruises that you so carefully cleaned up the night he came home to you, pressing soft kisses to each one in between mutters of reassurance, which surely but slowly lead to you being sprawled out on the couch below dallas. no matter how much dallas thought it was cheesy, you loved to annoy him with your sappy words of encouragement because although he claimed to hate it, you never missed how the tips of his ears grew red.

“y’know, you didn’t have to—“

“i told ya, johnny told me to drop these off. ‘s not like i’d actually go to the store jus’ for flowers.” even as a ‘hardened’ criminal, he had never managed to convince you whenever he lied.

you know he’d never admit it. you know that you should be grateful for whatever he’s said to you, because it’s likely that he’d never say it again. dallas didn’t love like a normal man, he loved like dallas. and that was okay with you.

so instead, you just smiled at the sentiment as you grabbed the flowers delicately, careful so as to not ruin them.

looking up at him through your lashes, you admired dallas. you had to admit, this was a pretty big step for him. yeah, he would sling an arm over your shoulder lazily and walk around town with you in a protective sort of way, but even doing small gestures like gifting you flowers was different for him. it almost made him feel small, and you were proud of him for it.

“you gonna kiss me, or what?” he teased, tilting his head up and looking down at you with a glint of smugness in his eyes. you scoffed amusedly and shook your head, pulling on the lapel of his leather jacket as you slammed his lips on yours. you can tell he’s been picking at them again because of the shaky thin ridges that outlined the untainted skin on his lips as they moved on yours.

you could call dallas winston a lot of things. he was brash, he was a criminal, he was aggressive, he was violent.

but that didn’t matter to you, because you called dallas, ‘dal’. and when he was ‘dal’ he was no longer any of these names that fell from the lips belonging to the judgmental eyes surrounding him. he was just dally, and that’s all that mattered to you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ STOP BECAUSE I POURED MY HEART AND SOUL INTO THIS LITTLE BLURB FOR @rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me’s VALENTINE’S EVENT !! HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY !! CHECK OUT THEIR STUFF TOO 🫶🫶

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

[ossiethegreat]

OKAY GUYS the redesigns are here. crawls away pathetically

Color belongs to superyoumna

Killer belongs to rahafwabas

Delta belongs to AnimatedZorox

Epic belongs to yugogeer012

Yap session time!!! Warning for a potential flashbang LMAO

I apologize for anybody on dark mode reading this. I had to screenshot everything from my notes app because tumblr hates me for some reason.

I TYPED THIS TWICE IM NOT DOIGM IT AGAIN

Anyway!!!! Runs away

[littlesapphicraccoonguy]

Shellington doodle upon ye

[tribbles-the-lesbian]

💌Eddie Dear💌 Headcanon

(feat. ⭐️Sally⭐️!!)

So this thought has been stuck in my head for at least a month, soooooooo….

As I was learning French, my teacher would always ensure us that we didn’t need a “French” accent to speak the language, so long as we pronounce the words correctly we’d be fine! He would then demonstrate by putting on a heavy-ass country accent and talked a bit in French (it was hilarious)

This knowledge came back to me a while ago (more like it simply resurfaced) and I immediately thought of our country puppet man Eddie!!

I feel like he’d be fluent in French and speaks it in a veryveryvery heavy accent. But he doesn’t speak it often in the neighborhood since not many other neighbors speak it, so whenever he hears Sally say one of the very few French phrase she knows (feel like she only knows well known phrases like “enchanté” and “je ne said quoi” to sound fancy~) Eddie gets all excited and starts talking to her in French while Sally just stands there not understanding a word being said. But she unintentionally keeps the conversation going by nodding her head/saying “mmm” or “hmmm!” at the right times, thus getting stuck in a loop of one-sided french conversations that she doesn’t understand :)

This is the little comic(?)thing I did to go along with this⤵️

EDIT: I added alt text in case my handwriting is hard to read!!

⬇️sketch version under the cut⬇️

[ghcstao3]

ghost doesn’t like receiving gifts.

he doesn’t like material things, and nor does he like being the centre of attention when he’s given something. so, plain and simple, he’s made it abundantly clear to his family and few others—namely soap—that he doesn’t ever want anything beyond a verbal “happy birthday” or something of the like, whatever the occasion.

and ghost is content never expecting anything in return, even when he always makes an effort to give gifts to everyone else.

however, there is one thing ghost will secretly always look forward to: the handwritten birthday and christmas cards made by joseph’s shaky lettering and amateurish art. ghost absolutely cherishes each simple piece of paper—and they’re the only thing he ever hopes to receive.

[queddadraw]

He is stinky

[p3achj3llyf1sh]

you know how by the end of frontiers sonic’s super form has blue eyes?

i decided that post frontiers sonic has golden eyes now.

not only does he contrast tails so much more, but his super form is getting stonger and Im sorry but i love overpowered characters so much.

[tremendously-crazy]

Ranting about ACD Johnlock because these Victorian husbands need to be happy for me

What the hell happened between Holmes and Watson in 1902 and 1903?

Context: 3GAR is described as happening in July 1902, and ILLU happened in 1902. CREE and BLAN happened in 1903.

In 1902, Holmes and Watson were inseparable.

I don't even need to elaborate when I mention 3GAR. "It was worth a wound" should be enough to remind you of why. I was so touched when I read Holmes seeing his Watson injured and rushing to his side. He is terrified at the thought of losing his friend. It was amazing to read this seemingly cold, distant, and unemotional man threatening to murder the man who almost killed his best friend. There was loyalty, there was love, and it was beautiful.

According to ILLU, in 1902, they're also frequenting Turkish baths together. (which, I might add, was a common place for homosexual men to gather, do with that knowledge what you may) They're lying side by side on two couches with nothing but a blanket on either of them as they dry off. Watson hears Holmes is injured and nearly passes out, and he rushes to Baker Street to see him as soon as possible. He is terrified at the thought of losing his friend. He gingerly sits at his bedside to ensure that Holmes is okay. These are all very intimate things to do between friends. Indeed, this even suggests the possibility of the two being lovers.

IMAGINE that. These two are inseparable. Clearly, these two stories help to build on the idea that they love each other (platonically or romantically. To me, they seem romantically involved, but even as friends, they do love each other. It's all up to personal preference.) Their relationship is so strong, more than anything we have seen before. These stories showcase their love for each other and how passionate they are for each other.

Now, flash forward to 1903, when CREE and BLAN take place, and we are given an entirely different narrative. Watson describes himself as one of Holmes's "habits" in CREE, saying he felt as though he was an accessory to Holmes. Their relationship is "peculiar," and he is only called over to Baker Street as some kind of tool Holmes can talk to or use on a case. Holmes can rely on Watson, and he is, in a way, taking advantage of his reliability. Throughout the entire story, we can feel the tension between these two (remember how Watson had to stress over his practice in order to join Holmes on the case, and Holmes seemingly did not care at all). It seems partially resolved by the end, but there is still a feeling of bitterness that was fully apparent to me while I was reading it. It seemed like their interactions were angsty and passive-aggressive.

In BLAN, Watson does not even live with Holmes anymore, around a year after 3GAR and ILLU. Holmes explains he has "deserted" him for a wife, which he described as "the most selfish action I can recall in our years of association." Holmes was alone. In the story, Holmes cannot stop talking about how much he misses "his" Watson.

These four stories have such a sharp contrast. They have been absolutely terrorizing my brain a lot as of late. I feel like them being so close in ILLU, and *the* moment in 3GAR are some of their strongest moments together. They are both so terrified to lose each other. How is it that a year later, according to the canon, they are barely on speaking terms? My question is, if we are to trust the canon dates, what happened during those months that caused them to drift apart so terribly? How could Watson leave his Holmes for a wife so recently after these frightening events?

Another point about this supposed second wife. I don't think she even existed. (I do think Mary was really Watson's wife, and I might've reblogged a post about it somewhere) But about the second wife. As far as I'm aware, she's mentioned one (1) time in one (1) story by Holmes, and it was likely just a ploy by ACD to separate them (oh well, I'll just give him a wife. That'll separate them good enough.) It's easily enough ignored for that reason. Watson was, in fact, away from Baker Stret, but the idea of a wife was, in all probability, just made up by Holmes as an excuse for his absence.

I'd like to add my personal headcanon because the continuity in Sherlock Holmes is actually so messed up. John is called James in one story (TWIS, if you want to see for yourself.) October 9, 1890, is called a Saturday when it was really a Thursday (REDH) There's a story set in 1892, when Holmes was supposedly dead... etc, etc. Given the known unreliability of dates in these stories, would it be so unreasonable to suggest that the dates of the four I have talked about were swapped? That, in fact, CREE and BLAN were a falling out in their relationship and that ILLU and 3GAR was their healing? That the former were set in 1902 and the latter, in 1903? I can understand that after knowing someone and living with them for so many years, you may start to take them for granted. But after you narrowly lose them, you would not do such a thing again. (Especially not only a year after such a traumatic experience!!) Therefore, I believe CREE and BLAN were examples of how their relationship was beginning to fail and were actually set in 1902 (or some other date in the latter days of their relationship), and ILLU and 3GAR were reminders of how much they meant to each other, and they happened in 1903 (or, more simply, a year after CREE and BLAN).

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk. I know this is completely incorrigible and nobody's gonna read it but I just wanted to get it out there.

TL;DR: Late Sherlock Holmes canon sucks. No way that they had both near death experiences in 3GAR and ILLU, and less than a year latery they can barely stand each other in CREE and BLAN. My personal headcanon says CREE and BLAN were moments of stress in their relationship and that 3GAR and ILLU happened afterward to remind them of how much they appreciated each other and help reconcile them.