#(you know what...this is my new headcanon)

[bukashki]

@ninadove YOU.

Thank you for making me appreciate the tragic nature of slithering-out-of-grasp design of Aspik. I could not resist :(( I BLAME YOU FOR EVERYTHING <3

rest of you read It brings the world back into tune

Bonus: A familiar voice

[mapsthewanderer]

Caleb’s headcanon -

The Vanguard

Synopsis: Caleb sent a text saying that he’d be going out into the Deepspace Tunnel for an urgent mission. He wouldn’t make it back to his place this evening. Luckily there was just enough time for a proper goodbye, so you put on your adjutant uniform and went to The Fleet.

Details: 1500ish w. Dom Colonel Caleb smut. Basically p0rn, I guess. Lewd, explicit language. Ofc 18+ and all that jazz. Don’t bother reading if you want plot at least; not a spec of romance, just a good ol’ head lol. Public kink. Nobody asked for this but my head is in the gutter aaaa

Office worker

The weight of his violet gaze held you in place the moment you stepped into his office, thick with expectation. You didn’t need to speak.

The second your eyes met, Caleb leaned back in his chair, tilting his head with that knowing smirk—the one that made your stomach tighten and your knees feel weak. His gloved fingers tapped idly against the polished surface of his desk, lazy, deliberate, as if daring you to act on the need simmering beneath your skin.

And like the good adjutant you were, you dropped to your knees before him.

Now, here you are, your lips stretched around him, tongue gliding in slow, deliberate strokes, savoring the weight of him, the way his cock twitches against your mouth with every shift of your tongue.

His scent fills your senses—clean, sharp, tinged with the faintest trace of leather and something distinctly him. He remains immaculate—black jacket crisp, white pants pristine, boots planted firmly against the floor.

The picture of control. Yet the proof of his undoing stands thick and flushed in stark contrast to the rigid perfection of his uniform—the only part of him bared, the only evidence of the need simmering beneath his composed exterior.

One of his gloved hands rests in your hair, fingers idly twisting strands between the supple leather. The other is placed against his own neck, just beneath the sharp cut of his jaw, his thumb grazing over his throat as if contemplating something far away—except for the way his lips curve, smug and entertained, as he watches you work.

“Mmm, that’s my adjutant,” he murmurs, voice low and rich, roughened slightly from restraint. His hips lift, just enough for the tip of his cock to nudge deeper against your tongue, urging you to take more. “Always so eager. You couldn’t wait one night, could you?”

Your eyes flick up to meet his, the heat in them unmistakable. His smirk deepens, satisfaction flickering in his gaze, violet eyes hooded as he watches you. Caleb knows exactly what he does to you—knows how the sight of him like this, still so composed, so devastatingly in control, only makes you want to unravel him further.

So you take him deeper, your lips stretching around the full length of him, sinking down until the head of his cock presses against the back of your throat.

A strangled noise escapes you, muffled but unmistakable, your throat constricting around him as he twitches, his thighs tensing beneath your hands.

He exhales sharply, a quiet curse slipping past his lips, his fingers flexing against your scalp. His breath stutters, chest rising faster as he watches you struggle, his pupils blown wide with dark pleasure.

“Oh, fuck—look at you,” he groans, his voice thick, unhurried, like he’s savoring the sight. His grip in your hair tightens, almost unbearable now, as he presses you down just a little more. “Choking on me so sweetly. That’s it—mm, you love this, don’t you?”

Your throat clenches as you try to breathe, heat prickling down your spine, but the burn of it—the stretch, the ache—it only makes the pleasure coil hotter in your stomach. Because it’s not just for him. It’s the way his composure frays, the way his control slips by degrees, the way his breath shakes when you take him deeper.

The wet, obscene sounds of your mouth working him mix with the quiet creak of his chair, the subtle shift of fabric as his thighs tense beneath your palms. His boots press firm against the floor, grounding himself as he starts to move—slow at first, controlled, but then deeper, greedier.

His restraint is unraveling. You feel it—the slow tightening of his fingers in your hair, the slight tremor in his breath, the way his hips press forward just a little harder each time.

Caleb exhales a rough, uneven breath, and you see it—the way his chest rises faster, the way his jaw clenches, how his free hand moves to his tie, tugging it loose with a measured pull, as if giving himself more air could steady him.

But it doesn’t. Not when you’re expertly shattering him, undoing him piece by piece with every flick of your tongue, every choked gasp against his length.

He chuckles, low and breathless, his violet eyes flickering down to you again, dazed but still so damn smug. “You look so good like this,” he murmurs, tilting his head slightly as his thumb drags slow, idle circles against your scalp—equal parts praise and possession. “Mouth full, eyes watering… trying so hard to keep up with me.”

His hips roll again, deeper this time, pushing further into the heat of your throat. You brace your hands against his thighs, fingers tightening over fabric, feeling the ripple of muscle beneath as he moves.

The quiet, controlled groans slipping from his lips tell you everything. He’s feeling it now—losing himself in the way your mouth stretches around him, in the slick heat of your throat, in the way you let him have you like this.

Another choked sound escapes you, and his head tips back with a guttural moan, his gloved grip in your hair trembling slightly from how hard he’s holding back. He drags in a breath, deep and shaky, then lets it out in a low, indulgent chuckle, voice thick with pleasure.

“Shit.” His fingers flex in your hair, and a lopsided smile stretches across his lips, baring his teeth in something between amusement and hunger.

“You’re really trying to ruin me, aren’t you?”

Then—

A knock at the door.

You freeze. Caleb doesn’t.

Instead, he cups your jaw, gloved fingers pressing into your skin while his cock rests heavy on your outstretched tongue.

His violet eyes drink in the sight—the sheer beauty of it—the way your gaze stays locked on him, wide and waiting, how slick drool drips from the tip of your tongue, pooling at the corner of your lips before slipping down your chin.

Caleb’s thumb traces along your cheek, slow and deliberate, as if savoring the moment, utterly unconcerned with the interruption. And then, without so much as a glance toward the door, without a single hitch in his breath, he states smoothly, firmly, “Occupied.”

You hear hesitation on the other side, but the voice persists. “Colonel, I—apologies, but the matter is urgent.”

Caleb exhales through his nose, half irritated, half entertained. As he does, his fingers move to his tie, tugging it neatly back into place with practiced precision. His violet eyes drop to you, dark with pleasure and mischief, before he tilts his head toward the space beneath his desk.

Your heart pounds as he wordlessly commands you into place, shuffling you backward until you’re neatly hidden, his thighs framing you, his cock still pressing against your lips.

The moment you settle, his hand slides beneath the desk, cupping the back of your head—silent praise for your obedience.

“Well? Don’t just stand there.”

The door clicks open.

Boots step inside, the rustle of paperwork filling the room. Caleb, composed as ever, greets them with an air of effortless command. “This better be worth my time.”

And as he speaks, you bring one gloved finger to your lips first, tongue flicking out to wet the smooth leather before trailing it slowly down the underside of his cock.

The touch is slick, deliberate, teasing that sensitive spot again. His muscles tense for just a fraction of a second, his breath catching ever so slightly—but to anyone standing across from him, he’s merely adjusting in his chair.

Caleb flicks his eyes down—just a flash, a heartbeat—catching yours before looking away, the heat and amusement shared in an instant. His smirk lingers, barely there, before he shifts effortlessly, leaning in over his desk with unshaken composure, his expression once again unreadable as he turns his attention seamlessly back to his visitor.

Then, just to reward you, he nudges your thigh with the toe of his boot. A silent, wicked little order.

Go on. Keep going.

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Writer’s note: It is what it is. I just wanted to write a head (canon) for him. Sorry I’ll stop. Okey then, thank you for reading 🫶🏻

[suguruuuuu-chan]

Every fantasy I have of One Piece is actually just increasingly elaborate ways of saving Ace at Marineford btw. Sometimes it’s showing up in the forest and letting the gremlin know he’s loved ugh

[sysig]

Divided minds of the same thought (Patreon)

[nothankyoudear]

I think it genuinely cannot be overstated how important that kiss in season 2 of Good Omens was.

From a plot standpoint, that kiss showed Crowley's desperate attempts to keep Aziraphale, to reel him in and back to the Us that they had built upon.

But from just a show standpoint, they. fucking. kissed.

Obviously their love transcends physicality, and Neil has said that Good Omens is a love story even before season 2, but the outright confirmation of a widely popular queer ship ON SCREEN is just so... Unheard of.

Every fandom or show has their trademark gay couple that aren't-really-gay-but-also-kind-of-are-gay: Merlin and Arthur, Sherlock and John (very heavy offender), Dean and Castiel (okay this one was canon, but we all know what happened IMMEDIATELY afterwards), and I suppose at some point Ineffable Husbands had just been included in the same category as the rest of them.

And to have it be moved from mostly fandom and fan work fuelled to outright canon - like 'they fucking kissed on screen' canon - is just so fucking fantastic.

It's not vague, it's not lines that are blurred for the sake of being on the fence of appealing to two audiences at once, and it's not only canon because the creator just said it's canon without rhyme or reason purely for the sake of appealing to a queer audience (looking at you, Ms J. K. Rowling) - it's undeniable, blatant evidence that Crowley and Aziraphale are in love.

And yes, at the moment it's devastating, but it's also devastatingly real. And that's so important.

Especially with the release of Our Flag Means Death, I really do hope we are entering a new era in mainstream media where queer ships finally aren't treated as some sort of mysterious prize that the writers dangle in front of you like a carrot on a stick, and are just simply treated like any other ship out there.

Because if so, then queer kids will be growing up to these shows, see this new era of unabashedly queer media, and won't have to hide away their ships like some dirty little secret. They won't have to wonder if their representation is even representation. They won't have to get excited over being able to see the small chance of themselves represented in a character only to be let down so incredibly badly, because queerness is good only when it's marketable.

So sure, ending season 2 like that is fucking crazy, but you know what's crazier? Whatever the fuck Neil just did with that kiss.

[sexlapis]

hey i cant stop thinking about finance or mathematics teacher nanami x art teacher reader and reader is shamelessly eccentric with their bright coloured clothes, some of which they make themselves, their fancy shoes, elaborate hairstyles/head-wraps, odd earrings, a very messy desk (but they know where and what everything is), talkativeness and emotionality with a loud passion for the arts and it’s importance in society…

…and then theres nanami who is…just so different from you. he’s all astute, logical, two or three piece suits, simple, slicked back hair, quiet, neat, believes he fits in, stresses the importance (and sometimes, superiority) of industries and just the subjects of math and finances and economics and everything in between.

and in a way, he stands out like you do, due to your unique shared passion of your favourite subjects and your dedication to teaching such subjects and helping your students to understand their necessity.

too bad the passion you both have for your favoured subjects is the reason for your initial, mutual dislike for one another ;(

[in-tua-deep]

do yall think constructs like. age? idk if a secunit has uhhh survived long enough to maybe truly answer that question but maybe a comfortunit has

does the cubicle/repair process like. replace organic tissue with young tissue? match or clone the tissue around it? i’m assuming that there’s some organic tissue, like neuro tissue, they have that is vital to function and not able to be replaced without straight up killing them

[peacockrulz]

Sorry for the lack of posts, have some more headcanons!!

[turtleblogatlast]

Thinking about the Don Suave scene and what it means in terms of LGBTQ+ representation because my brain does nothing if not torment me with random topics to ramble about on the regular.

Anyway, I just wanted to ramble about why I like the scene but to get it out of the way - the scene can very easily be interpreted in so many different ways, and all of them are valid. I personally see it as Leo having at least some attraction to a man. And the following is an explanation of my own interpretation and thoughts on it and what it means especially for Leo’s portrayal in the grand scheme of things.

Long-winded interpretation under the cut!

Now, to start with, it’s important to me that in the scene Leo looks at Don Suave in the very beginning and then for the entirety of the rest of the time the man is on screen, Leo’s eyes are closed. Yet, in the end, he is still visibly enamored with Don Suave, happily cuddling up to him as he’s being carried away.

You can very easily interpret this as Leo being spellbound and that’s honestly super valid and I believe he likely was at least somewhat in the beginning, but considering how fast he looked away and how he never looked again, I personally think it makes more sense to read it as Leo just finding the man attractive, at least somewhat. (For the record, I personally headcanon Rise Leo as bisexual with a heavy preference for men, but I want to be blunt when I say that any interpretation is valid. Literally any. Ace, pan, gay, bi, none of the above or a mixture of something new literally all of it is more than okay and fair. Hell you could even interpret this entire scene as more romantic attraction than physical and it would still work. Anything goes!! Don’t bother people, guys, really.)

The main reason I take this scene to be at the very least LGBTQ+ adjacent isn’t just because of how it’s portrayed, but because of who Leonardo is. Not in terms of Rise of the TMNT, but in terms of the entire Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles™️ franchise.

Leo’s a character who, while changing with each iteration, has still at his core been around for decades upon decades as “the blue one”. One fourth of the team. He’s the one most are going to look at as the Leader, and oftentimes he is the one closest to having the title of Main Character. Not to say the others aren’t just as important, but Leo’s presence in the A plots of basically all TMNT media is often something very main character-esque.

And that’s very, very important to note. Here we have a Main Character of a prolific and decades long-running franchise distributed by a children’s television network. You can play around with his and his brothers’ characters all you like, but there is always going to be challenges to dodge around, especially since this was still in 2018-2019.

For example, you can play around with their designs so long as they’re color coded turtles, but their sexualities? Now that’s tricky.

“But what about Hypno and Warren?” Not main characters and also they’re Rise originals. They have a lot more room to play around with than a character like Leo does. But even talking about main characters in the franchise, you could arguably have an easier time playing around with Donnie or Mikey’s sexualities than Leo or even Raph, as (unfortunately) the former two tend to get more B plots, so they’d likely have had a little more leeway (still not a lot though.)

So, where does this leave us?

It leaves us in a place where outright stating and/or showing undeniable proof of Leo’s attraction to men is very, very difficult. So, workarounds!

Workarounds like the entire Don Suave situation.

To be honest, as left up to interpretation and lowkey and deniable as it is, this whole scene means a lot to me because of who Leo is as a character. It’s just nice when we get so see even the bare bones of representation with characters that have been such a large part of pop culture for decades, y’know? Even if more would be so much nicer, this is better than I thought we’d ever get for these boys.

And, again, literally nothing I’ve said is the only way to interpret it, I’m more than happy when people interpret media on their own honestly, it’s just something I’ve been thinking of lately and I was wondering if others felt the same way.

Whatever you think when you interpret this scene or Rise Leo as a whole, I just thought this would be interesting to think about, even if it was ramble-y, haha.

[viktorarcanedeservesbetter]

Genuinely what was Ambessa's plan w Viktor because uh....I think he was pretty clear on his intentions in that sphere of his. She sees him turn one of his followers into a cunty gold white robot, then sees him do it to all the rest and supposedly some of her own army?

I mean I know part of her plot was that she was so blinded by grief + her own ego + own desires but for quiet possibly the smartest war general in the series who always had a plan and had a fear of mages she didn't pick up on the cues that something was "not right" with Viktor?

Orb! Viktor speaking through his robotic followers: "When I reach the Hexgates the anomaly under it will give me the power to complete my Glorious Evolution and everyone will be perfect."

Ambessa, who was too busy passing notes to a twink to pay attention to the 'dangers of eugenics' lesson in class: "Sure sure sure, whatever you say."

[bayetea]

I'm a strong "percy would get a job in education/outreach to underprivileged kids in the future" truther but I don't necessarily agree with people who say that him taking on marine biology as a college major doesn't make sense at all

"why would he study marine biology he can already work with sea animals to his heart's desire" I don't know maybe because he wants to get paid???????? he wants a normal job???? percy grew up poor and unsafe. why is it weird that he craves stability with a career that enables him to do something that he loves? or maybe he wants to go into the system and help bring about lasting reform that will actually improve care for sea creatures??? yes he can save sea animals on his own time but think about it. is it better to abandon his life in the middle of the night to go help a trapped sea creature Every Single Time it happens or is it better to enter the system and make it so that capitalists stop polluting water or disturbing sea ecosystems for profit. his powers as a son of poseidon are a band-aid not a lasting solution to systemic environmental neglect and decay. he has an established precedent of caring for bringing about systemic change (see: turning down immortality) and for me this is no different (I just personally headcanon him wanting to bring change for disadvantaged kids but whatever)

to me this logic is like telling an exceptional artist that there's no point in going to art school to become a professional when they can already just do art on their own time for fun. like yeah....... if you're content with doing that as just a hobby. but what if you want to become an even better artist and learn new skills. what if you want to do it as a job that pays you and gives you health insurance and social security. then what

for me the main logistical issue of him majoring in marine biology has never been that he would never do that it's that the intersection of new rome college accreditation to the Actual Real world isn't all that clear/logistically sound. like I guess the mist can handle anything but what impact is new rome going to be able to have on the realm of mortals. this would be a nice thing to discuss actually (more in tags)

[autumnmobile12]

I’m suddenly very concerned about where Dr. Garaki’s notes and scientific journals are. He thought his Jaku City lab was well hidden, and went to great lengths to keep it hidden to the point even his own allies didn’t know where it was, so he probably kept his notes on all his experiments there.

So they were either confiscated by the heroes after the raid or completely destroyed after Shigaraki’s attack.

Personally, the latter is more likely to me because the alternative is they fell into the heroes' hands and I am not confident any government body would destroy ‘invaluable research’ on Quirks and the potential creation of super soldiers.

…

Pro Shouto: There’s been a rise in criminal activity lately and some of the Pros dispatched to deal with it are…wrong. Wrong in that there’s something off about them. I don’t know what it is, but they remind me of Nomu and I know that’s impossible because Garaki has been jailed for years. He can’t be behind this.

Dabi: *still imprisoned, still somehow alive* What happened to the good doctor’s notes, I wonder?

Pro Shouto: Confiscated. Destroyed.

Dabi: You sure? You burn them yourself?

Pro Shouto: …

Dabi: Why the silence, Shou? Is the society you fought for not to your liking?

Pro Shouto: I have to go.

Dabi: Come again soon. It’s fun to watch you squirm.

Pro Shouto: *to the attendant* My brother is ready to go back to sleep.

Dabi: Yes, back to dreaming with me. It’s nicer there, you know. So nice…

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

stan: how can you be polyamorous and aroace, or…whatever mabel called it?

ford: in my case, i have my family and i have my platonic polycule. i would prefer to never have to interact with anyone outside these two groups

stan: what about soos and wendy? they’re not in either of those groups

ford: first of all, i am soos’ uncle, second of all, are you saying you don’t believe i would both die and kill for wendy?

stan: you’ve got a weird way of defining family, six

ford: it’s my favorite way

[acaciapines]

thinking about dess again GRAH one day i'll figure out how to write this god damned dess&asriel fic but for now im thinking about. dess as the tragedy of hometown. she left, she died, she's not here anymore. she did the one thing nobody else could. she GOT OUT. and oh how that ruined the lives of everyone she knew.

anyone else having dess thoughts this fine night PLEASE SHARE YOUR DESS THOUGHTS WITH ME......

[dimpletheheck]

Cranky villagers my beloved <3

This is totally not supposed to be relatable-

Don't look at me like that-

[lucabyte]

transfem loop + siffrin... you agree

i does agree.... i does in fact ... write a 7k word essay on the subject..... if you would like to perhaps click that link and read it if you were not already aware...... kisses u on the forehead......... sorry its that long but i had to cover all of my bases you know how it is with textual analysis when you're trying to draw a distinction between "headcanon" and "reading of the text" because those are different things.... to meeeeeeee.......