#THESE ARE HEADCANONS I AM PROJECTING

[vampv0id]

Will Graham's the type of guy to not make eye contact with anyone but make staggering eye contact with Hannibal while sucking his cock

[uponthebarricade]

i'm always delighted by an enjolras who is stupidly oblivious to his feelings but on the other hand please give me an enjolras who is painfully aware of them.

give me an enjolras who is acutely aware that he is different to the other amis, that he will never be able to express himself in the same ways that they do.

give me an enjolras who watches les amis drinking and joking around and smiles along passively, but always feels a pit in his stomach and a heavy weight on his shoulders, anticipating the rise of the revolution and knowing that their happiness could shatter at any moment.

give me an enjolras who knows he isn't a fun person to be around, who knows he seems distant and untouchable when there a million thoughts running through his head, who deflects concern and masks his fears with a stoic and prideful facade.

give me an enjolras who observes everything happening around him but never finds enough time to join in, who realises just how much of his youth he is missing out on but never gets the chance to grieve it.

give me an enjolras who dismisses marius not because he cannot comprehend the idea of romance, but because he is tired of everyone obsessing over something he knows he will never experience.

give me an enjolras who is acutely aware of his beauty and charisma and ability to manipulate others, who feels no guilt for using it to further their cause, but wonders if anyone ever sees the real him.

give me an enjolras who can't stop himself from ridiculing grantaire because he reminds him of himself on his worst days, when in the back of his mind his faith dares to falter and a tugging in his gut whispers of what is to come.

give me an enjolras who knows he can be cruel and terrifying, but who understands it is sometimes necessary to be terrible for the greater good.

give me an enjolras with so much to do, always in a state of go, go, go, who then stares at the ceiling in the middle of the night, unable to fall asleep when there is no longer anything to distract him from the fact that he is very, very scared.

give me an enjolras who at some point realises he is leading his friends to ruin, who is overcome by a staggering guilt for each and every of them, but who knows he has nothing to live for and everything to die for.

give me an enjolras who, for a split second, hand in hand, feels a kind of love for grantaire in his death that he had never felt for anyone or anything in his life.

[lotus-lost-n-found]

Tim makes a lot of vague noises or hand gestures when he can't be bothered to talk or is too tired to tired to. Only Dick and Steph know what he is talking about at any given instance of this.

[cringevalue]

steve harrington works at dairy queen and eddie has never been to a dairy queen in his life. when he walks in, steve is the one to take his order.

“are you the dairy queen?” eddie asks with a smirk.

“no,” steve says bluntly, sticking a thumb out toward robin, “she is.”

eddie pouts. “the dairy king?”

“don’t call me that.”

“how do you make the ice cream with the candies in it?”

“the blizzards?”

“mhm.”

“we put ice cream in a cup, put candy in the cup, put more ice cream in the cup, and blend it up.”

“so it’s not just made like that?”

“nope.”

“you have to make it?”

“that’s my job.”

eddie sighs and stands at the counter silently for a few seconds. “if i do cookie dough… can you put other candies in it too?”

“it’ll cost more, but yes.”

“what are all the candies you have?”

steve proceeds to list off every candy he can remember, and robin slips in a few that he forgets, and eddie orders half of the candies in one small blizzard.

“sir,” steve is being Very Professional, “you wouldn’t be able to get any ice cream in that, it would just be candy.”

“oh. uhhh…. how about… would you be able to do that if it was a bigger size?”

“i guess.”

-

eddie sits in a corner booth while he forces himself to eat a large blizzard with a bunch of random toppings inside. he doesn’t even like pecans, but they’re in there. when he’s done, he goes back up to the counter.

“are you guys hiring?”

“not sure. you’ll have to put in an application, but i can’t promise anyone’ll get back to you.”

steve hands eddie an application and eddie fills it out right there, handing it back to steve.

“i’ll be your dairy queen,” eddie says with a really bad wink before walking out.

-

two weeks later, steve is holding eddie’s hands to show him how to blend a blizzard, and robin is hyperventilating behind them because she got caramel all over her hands.

[miutonium]

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[iandarling]

I know in most fics Ian and Mickey have passionate reunion sex their first night in prison, and while I 100% believe they would, I wonder if their first night might’ve looked a little different

Watching Ian prepare for prison, learning how to stay safe, where to eat and who to talk to, saying goodbye to his whole family, bracing himself for a new life is stressful

I can only imagine how stressed he would be in this new, dangerous, environment. He is totally alone, the new guy who is publically gay (prisoners have access to the news), and ginger to boot

We know Ian sometimes struggles to sleep, and so I imagine Ian probably struggled to sleep properly through the night leading up to prison - let alone his first night inside

But then Mickey shows up

Mickey is there. And they are cellmates and everything will be alright.

Mickey, who has spent months in Mexico working for a cartel, dealing drugs and overall not making good decisions, does something so brave and romantic as turning himself in, just to keep Ian safe

Mickey must’ve been tired too. He’s been dealing with the feds, travelling from Mexico back to Chicago, getting a good deal, all while not knowing if Ian would even want to see him - or what mental state he is in

They’re tired. They don’t have sex.

Instead, Ian crawls into Mickeys tiny bottom bunk, sleeping next to the wall (Mickey prefers having a clear view of the door), holding each other as tightly as possible.

It should be uncomfortable how tight Ian has his arms wrapped around Mickey, but he doesn’t care. He needs it. Craves it. Loves it.

Sure, Mickey was secretly hoping for a little action, if not full-on banging a handjob would be nice - but he also loves this.

Just them. Close together, breathing each other in as they finally get to lower their guard.

Mickey turned his head slightly to steal a kiss from Ian, but to no avail. Ian is dead to the world, nose pressed deep into the nape of his neck, having spent a good few minutes just smelling his skin. Creep.

Ian finally gets his person back, and Mickey finally feels safe.

The mattress is too thin, there is just one pillow, and the bunk beds are not designed for two fully grown muscular men; but Ian is finally able to sleep trough the whole night not having a single nightmare, and Mickey is able to feel safe for the first time in months

Yeah, they’re in prison and everything gonna suck for a while, but they’re together and that’s all that matters

[adzy-drawz]

technically valentines day is already over but like- happy late valentines day yayy heres some absrabbit art in moody lighting

also heres some doodles of Jax in vaguely valentines day themed outfits n shit as a treat. my friend brought heart shaped glasses to school and i put them on my Jax plushie and got inspired. 🥰

[littlecrittereli]

I don't usually post my sketches but I really like how this one turned out.

What's the point of angst without some good aftermath healing?

[violent138]

I think it would be really funny if Dick was just completely out of the loop on slang (really busy, lives under a rock) and calls up Jason routinely to describe conversations between their younger siblings in order to have Jason translate.

[fic-over-cannon]

Jason Todd would ask (not demand) to have a copy of your class schedule. He’d want to know what days you’re free to have lunch together and when to come meet you in the library with a thermos of your favourite drink. He’d join you in your studying, claiming the seat next to you for his own. He’d lean back in his chair, the picture of lazy confidence. A book held in one hand, the other wrapped around the back of your chair. He knows not to bother you too much when you’re so deeply focused, but he thinks the way you scrunch up your nose at a particularly difficult concept is adorable. He’ll gently untangle your fingers from where they’re anxiously pulling at your hair in frustration, let you squeeze his hand instead until the emotion passes. If you spend too long absorbed by your work, he’ll persuade you to stop. Ask you to take a break with him to get something to eat and rehydrate, that the work will still be there once you’re ready to come back to it. Jason carries your book bag with ease, waves off your protests and tells you to let him be a good boyfriend.

[tezzbot]

I've seen quite a few people say that Branch was left alone to raise himself after his grandma died but, like, I really doubt that, because with their living situation there must have been hundreds of parents and primary guardians taken when their children were still young.

So I headcanon that there must have been a sort of, everyone was in charge of raising the kids as a collective type thing. It was just that Branch really had connection with pretty much no one outside of his family and had lost just so much already, and with him turning grey he wasn't able to bounce back like other kids his age might have been.

I imagine there was meal times he sat quietly away from everyone else, kind of picking at his food. He probably wouldn't have participated in any activities with the other kids. He just slowly isolated himself until eventually he was just left alone by other kids. Leaving any adults taking care of the groups he was in to simply worry about him, but still keep him fed and making sure he got outside at least once a day.

Maybe, like a lot of quiet kids, he took to reading. Sort of teaching himself how to survive (on paper lol). It was probably a "Well at least he's doing Something." for the caretakers lol

Then, on the night of the escape, someone would have had to have gone and got him, helped him through the tunnels, made sure that he got to the place that would become pop village, house him while he grew and began creating his bunker.

Then eventually he would become a snappy teenager, learning the the moodier he was, the more that other trolls, no matter his age or not, would begin just leave him alone.

Well GOOD, alone was what he really wanted.

...Wasn't it?

He would grump around outdoors sneering and barking things angrily at others and have his panic attacks and plans in the solitary saftey of his bunker... which Could be even safer, maybe if he just dug it down a little deeper... ten stories might just be enough... For storage that is.

He isolated himself. He made the village roll their eyes and turn their backs on him. Confirmation bias is a hell of a thing. Yes, as long as he was the one making people leave him on purpose then it was his decision not his fault

But there are likely some older trolls in the village that probably still wonder if they could have done more to prevent Branch from becoming so suddenly hateful and rude and miserable

[ilovenarumitsu]

gay ass miles edgeworth who whimpers at the sight of hot men and bisexual mess phoenix wright who has the lowest standards imaginable and cannot make up his mind on restaurant choices and send post

[zivazivc]

I've been craving a massage so badly I've been dreaming about it for the past week. So far I've been dealing by making a series of drawings of Les getting one instead of me. However soon it will not be enough (｡╯︵╰｡) uuuuhh jojmene

[strxwberrylemonxde]

“run away with me.”

silence hung in the air as you considered his words. turning to look at him, there was a sharp glint in his eyes. one that suggested trouble.

“you shouldn’t tease me with such a question.”

“who said anything about teasing, sweetheart? why not get out of this shit city? just you and me.”

SUNA, TENDOU, kuroo, kenma, nishinoya, matsukawa, terushima, yamamoto, konganegawa, tanaka

[crazylittlejester]

“Haha I love Wars so much he’s my favorite!!” I say as I give him horrible chronic pain issues, a chronic blood sugar issue, horrible mental health, and torture him regularly in the fics I write. I also gave him facial scarring-

this poor man’s life was sooo much better before I started writing fics about him….

[alicedyerappreciator]

jarchivist with Dermatillomania (skin picking). jon sims with worm scars that never quite heal and then, after the change, arent even able to. a nervous habit developed as a child that no one quite noticed enough to stop. another way that harm and comfort cannot help but overlap.