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I’m currently working on the spicy Lu headcanons rn but I’m also currently getting ducked in the ass by my midterms rn so it might take me a bit yall 🫶🫶

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my bby omg look at his curls ☹️

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please god, take that man’s pain, double it, and put it on ao3

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Ayo can I just say you fucking COOKED with them father-to-be headcanons like wtf 😭😭😭😭😭

you’re a GOAT in my eyes for that one

BRO you are literally my favorite Luigi blog like I would let you deliver my child just for saying this thank u🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️

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I’m about to start the spicy Luigi hc. Can yall send me some of your Luigi thoughts pls? Ya girl needs some inspo 😭

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I know that when it comes to police misconduct and systemic injustice, people of color face way worse on a much broader and more violent scale, but I think in this case, just because of how publicized it is, we’re actually getting rare access to the full depth of how badly things were handled. Everything that came out today from KFA is actually insane. The police violated so many of Luigi’s rights, completely botched the process, and caused real psychological harm when they detained him. And after everything that happened at the McDonald’s, they had the audacity to post those photos of him in the pissed jeans?? Like what the hell. I know corruption runs deep, especially when insanely powerful people like that healthcare CEO are involved, but I’ve honestly never seen a case documented so thoroughly where the handling was this horrendous. Maybe that’s my ignorance, or maybe it's just that most stories don’t get this level of exposure

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Gilman Prom- June 10, 2015

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I genuinely don't understand how pam bondi is an attorney and still genuinely so stupid???

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On the morning of December 9, 2024, when Luigi Mangione was arrested at the McDonald’s in Altoona, PA, the Altoona Police Department violated his constitutional rights in the following ways:

2 armed officers initially approached Luigi, blocked his only exit, and began questioning him without informing him of his rights.

One officer asked for ID and began questioning him about his presence in New York. Without allowing a full response from Luigi, the officer physically restrained Luigi by grabbing his wrist and frisked him.

Luigi was never informed he was under arrest, yet he was physically blocked from leaving and eventually surrounded by a total of 10 police officers.

Although one officer claimed Luigi was “not in custody,” he was clearly treated as a suspect, with officers having already decided his status.

Luigi's Miranda rights were not read until nearly 20 minutes after the initial encounter with the first two officers.

Officers searched his backpack without a warrant or his consent.

The justification that they were “checking for bombs” was only provided after the bag had already been searched, suggesting a post hoc rationale to cover a warrantless search.

Without evacuating the restaurant or notifying the bomb squad, one officer packed up the backpack and left the scene. For approximately 11 minutes, her body-worn camera footage was inactive while she drove to the precinct with the bag.

His backpack was searched again at the precinct, still without a warrant.

A warrant to search the backpack was not requested until over 7 hours after the initial encounter—long after the property had already been seized and examined.

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kfa is a fuckin boss

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omg hcs on lu when he finds out his wife is pregnant and so on. i feel like he'd be a borderline unbearable mother hen lmao (the irony)

Just posted! its a bit shorter bc i have another ask asking for dad luigi headcanons so im gonna have another one out about that from like baby stage till like older kid too!

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Father to be Luigi Headcanons

When you tell him, he short circuits. It doesn’t matter how you tell him, cutesy note, direct announcement, accidentally show him the test. He just stares at you, dead silent, blinking like you told him you saw God in your breakfast toast.“You’re… wait. Wait. You’re—holy shit.” Then he drops to his knees and just wraps his arms around your stomach like you are literally holding the sun inside you.

He cries. Not like sniffles. Full tears. Starts talking too fast. Laughs mid-cry. Wipes his nose on his hoodie sleeve.“Are you okay? Are you scared? Are we gonna be okay? You’re gonna be such a good mom. Like unfairly good. I love you so much I might combust.”

Immediately panics about everything. Googles prenatal vitamins Orders 4 types of water bottles. Buys books with titles like "Engineering the Modern Father: Emotional & Structural Load-Bearing.” You tell him he’s spiraling. He stares at you like: “I’m literally responsible for protecting the vessel of our love, babe. I’m chill. This is me chill.”(He is not chill.)

Turns into the weirdest health nut alive. Bans you from lifting grocery bags. Meal preps aggressively. Has a meltdown over mercury levels in canned tuna. “Babe, this hummus has SODIUM. You’re carrying our future. You’re a national monument.”

He adds “baby-related zones” to his mental map. Hospital. Closest 24-hr pharmacy. The route to your OB/GYN. “Safe bathrooms within 10 miles.” honestly he'd probably build you a  custom Google Map. Color-coded. Shared with you. Titled: “Pregnancy Pathways: Wife Protection Plan v1.” or something dumb like that 

Starts timing your commute. Like if you normally take 13 minutes to get home and it takes 16 today?You’re getting a text like:“Not trying to be crazy but are you good? You’re +3 mins over your projected arrival time.”

Becomes weirdly obsessed with nesting but in a Luigi way. He’s not just building a crib. He’s: Comparing ergonomic gliders. Creating a color-coded “vibe board” for the nursery. Installing blackout curtains while shirtless and muttering: “I’m making a cave for our little cave goblin.” Also insists on a stupid theme like “Jungle Italian Renaissance” 

Talks to your belly like it’s a walkie-talkie. “Hey kid. It's me. Your dad. She’s doing great. Kicked ass at work today. Just wanted you to know you’ve got a good one growing you.”, “If you ever hurt her from the inside, we’re gonna have beef. Love you tho.” Also puts headphones on your stomach and plays the Interstellar soundtrack.

Gets extra soft during sex. Like, he still knows how to make you feel good, but now he’s obsessed with holding you, whispering into your skin: “I’m inside my wife while she’s carrying our baby. This is some spiritual shit. I’m overwhelmed.” Also cries after and tries to hide it bc ya know he has to be tough.

Man is SAT at every doctor's appointment. He doesn't care what kind of work conflict he has or anything he is making it to every single one and taking diligent notes. He will ask a million questions and asks them again after you leave. He will start a shared notes app with you of all the stuff the doctor said too just so you can refer back to it at any given moment. 

Once you hit the third trimester? He’s fully insane in the best way. Has you on live location. Has the hospital on speed dial. Has your OB’s entire office schedule memorized. Is running simulations in his head for “what if the water breaks at Target” vs. “on the freeway” vs. “in your sleep”. He’s sending you texts like: “Leaving for work. Your phone’s charged, right? Remember: if labor starts, call me, not Uber. I’ll dropkick a minivan.”

he absolutely spent the third trimester over-researching birth options. He’s made charts. He’s watched vlogs. He’s asked his friends inappropriate questions. He’s printed out: Hospital birth plan, Home birth plan, and “Emergency forest birth” plan (just in case). And he has each one stuck to your fridge just in case.  He has a binder labeled “BABY STRATEGY.” When you ask what he actually wants, he says: “I want what you want. But also... home birth just feels so “sacred”. I wanna catch the baby myself. What if they imprint on me.” He’s both dead serious and so unqualified. You tell him: “I’m not pushing out a baby next to our houseplants.” He nods. Understands. Still gently lights a candle “for ambiance” when you hit 38 weeks.

When your water actually breaks, he thinks he’s the one dying. You're like “hey babe I think—” and he’s IMMEDIATELY ON THE FLOOR. “It’s happening. Oh my god it’s happening. Babe? Babe. Where is the bag. WHERE IS THE BAG.” Trips over the cat. Puts your sneakers on the wrong feet. Fully tries to hand you your skincare bag instead of the hospital one.

He’s still trying to convince you to labor in the bathtub before you go. “Babe. One bath. One soothing breath. You love baths. It’s in the plan. Page 3.” You’re like “I am leaking LIFE. We are LEAVING.” He salutes. Grabs the bag. Opens the wrong door. Walks into the closet.

In the car he is every kind of maniac. One hand gripping the wheel The other hand gripping your thigh like it’s an anchor. Voice shaking as he tries to coach you through contractions using a YouTube video he half-remembered from March “Breathe in 4. Out 6. You’re doing great. You’re incredible. You’re hotter than Beyoncé. I’m so scared.” Keeps whispering “my wife is having my baby” like it’s a spell.

At the hospital, he is both deeply unhelpful and absolutely devoted. Cries when they ask if he’s the dad.  Holds your hand like he’s on a sinking ship. He is absolutely terrified of getting in the way of the doctors and nurses trying to help you but he also completely glued to you at the same time. And when the nurse says “she’s fully dilated”? He just blurts out:“Wait I thought we had more time. I didn’t even get to do the affirmation mirror thing.”

In the quiet moments between contractions, he’s whispering to your stomach. “Hey kid. I know it’s wild in there. Take your time. Be safe. But also please be chill. Mommy’s doing amazing. Daddy’s losing his mind.”

And when it’s go time? He’s right there. Holding your leg. Crying. Absolutely useless but incredibly present. He sees the head and gasps like he’s watching the Northern Lights. Then yells “BABE. OUR BABY HAS A SKULL. I CAN SEE IT. THIS IS INSANE.”

When the baby comes out, he falls apart. Just drops to his knees beside the bed. One hand on your face. One on your thigh. Sobbing. “You did it. You did it. I love you. I love them. I’m gonna pass out. But like romantically.” He’s shaking when he holds the baby. Can’t stop staring. Mumbles: “Hi. I’m your dad. I’ve been waiting my whole life to meet you.”

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Bro always got that first set of buttons unbuttoned to show off a lil chest 😩

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Also I’m currently working headcanons for Luigi with a preggers wife! For those wondering!

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I just spent my entire lab giggling, twirling my hair, and making chemistry puns at my fine ass lab partner only to find out he has a gf. girlhood is humiliating!

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omg thank you for writing the newlywed Luigi hcs🤭🤭

he really would be like that. and I love him for it :))

Ugh no THANK YOU! 🙂‍↔️

When I was writting them I was kicking my little feet during the honey moon section. Like why don’t they make more men like him 😩