#bloopy’s headcanons

[bloopy-writes]

Things Dick and Jason have done to each others apartments over the years

Jason likes to hack into Dicks security system once every few months to “keep him on his toes”

Dick rescued a hamster and kept it in Jason’s apartment because it was closer and felt like the hamster would be better fed (Jason hated it at first but now will kill anyone that touches him)

Jason dyed all of dicks sheets red after he got blood on a pair and it wouldn’t wash off so his brother wouldn’t find out

Dick threatens to disclose the location of Jason’s apartment to the rest of their siblings at least once a month and in retaliation Jason steals his throw pillows

Jason sometimes leaves leftovers or ingredients for meals in dicks fridge when his fridge runs out of space

Dick likes to buy Jason gifts or souvenirs and then hides them in the apartment randomly and waits for a text whenever Jason discovers what he’s done

Jason has an emergency weapons stash hidden in dicks apartment that dick pretends to not know about

They both can and will stress clean the others place if they’re badly injured to help them out

[sillybigbird]

Bruce Wayne In public is the most fairy girliepop rich celebrity and uses it as a cover for his altergo, he at first didn't like it but now he's enjoying himself, specially after it started to publicly embarras his kids. He know its working when he sees people in twitter complaining about him, it encourages him

[astarswish]

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anime clips

BY CHARACTER:

hinata

oikawa

kageyama

atsumu

sakusa

akaashi

bokuto

tsukki

osamu

ushijima

tendou

kuroo

kenma

iwaizumi

nishinoya

asahi

BY SHIP:

kagehina

sakuatsu

bokuaka

tsukkiyama

iwaoi

ushiten

hinaken

kuroken

nsfw | sfw

watching the great british bake off

215-luv masterlist

haikyuu visuals

haikyuu kareshi

Rules for the Japanese National Team- written by Iwaizumi Hajime, Athletic Trainer | @bloopy-writes | sfw | crack this is a god tier fic lol. the chaotic energy is so real.

BY CHARACTER:

oikawa tooru

hinata shoyo

kageyama tobio

atsumu miya

bokuto kotarou

ushijima wakatoshi

sakusa kiyoomi

HEADCANONS:

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incorrect quotes

kagehina

oihina

[bloopy--ships]

Hello! It's @arknights-should-kiss, I lost access to that blog and still really enjoy doing this so! Have a new blog :] this time themed after Bloopy

This time around this is what the template looks like:

(transparent for easier editing, no credit needed if using)

If you specify a specific type of ship (ie qpp, platonic, familial, shipcest) we will overlay the corresponding flag like before! Otherwise assume these are all meant to be romantic but feel free to interpret them however you want!! /gen

The only ships I won't do are Bloopy/Blue Poison ships because I headcanon her as aroace and shipping her makes me really uncomfortable but you're more than welcome to use the template and make your own with them!! /gen

[korn-maze]

@are-we-really-doing-this

LOOK AT OUR FAVORITE SEXY DEMON MAN AHAHAH-

[supposed2bfunny]

Any headcanons for 2D while he was writing The Fall?

I have never listened to The Fall in its entirety unless I had it on as background noise oops ahahaha

-The Fall was intensely therapeutic for 2D because it gave him a sense of agency when that was being robbed from him.

-I know he’s said that the album is a sort of diary of his travels, but I HC that he was really imagining traveling back home the whole time, and the settings he was thinking of were a lot more familiar than his sense of “new city every night” lets on.

-He kept it a secret from Murdoc that he was creating the album. He wanted Murdoc to have zero contribution to his project.

-Yes, the album is sonically limited because he made it on an iPad. But also, all those bloopy noises and synthesizer sounds? That’s comfort noise for 2D. 

-To this day, if he’s feeling a little freaked out, he’ll imitate some of those little bloopy noises to himself as a means of self-soothing.

-Setting a goal of writing a song for every city mentioned on the album gave him a sense of schedule and order in his otherwise isolated, schedule-less blur of an existence on Plastic Beach.

-It kills him how poorly it was received by fans because he worked hard on this with such limited resources. Murdoc fucked up the whole band and gets acclaim for “Plastic Beach,” 2D wades chest-deep through crippling depression too, and his album becomes the butt-end of every Gorillaz forum joke? He hates it.

-But not as much as Murdoc hates The Fall. He can’t stand that 2D never consulted him on it and sent it off to EMI without seeking his permission as the “leader” of the band (”what band, Murdoc? It was only the two of us! You ruined the whole sodding band you selfish prick!”).

-Anyone who has forced themselves to work through a blinding depression can attest to the feeling of pride and elation you get when you actually finish a task. No matter how poorly-received The Fall may or may not have been, not matter what Murdoc says, 2D will always, always be so proud of that album. It’s a survival story, and a testament to what music means to him, and how it’s allowed him to overcome the worst.

I still don’t like it tho lol

[goopycloudeyes]

i really really ike thinking about angsty william possession stuff and your hand-loss headcanon gives me life, so consider: willy repeating what pickles said in dethdad (i think it was that ep anyway) "aw that'sch my bassch-playin hand. well hehe there goesch the band" as a self-deprecating joke and being confused when the others get upset (because him not being appreciated like that is what got everyone into this shit) >:D

As if I needed an excuse to draw big bloopy ghibli tears.

[bloopy-writes]

Just imagine everyone showing up to Damian’s elementary school graduation as he’s seething because he specifically didn’t tell them to avoid the embarrassment

(The embarrassment being Steph shouting “I know you’re better than these other kids” every five minutes, Dick crying, and Tim and Jason bringing really big signs of Damian’s face and waving them around. Duke is recording Damian’s face for blackmail purposes and Cass is recording Bruce’s face as he tries not to cry. Alfred is the only one that was actually invited.)

[gokailyger84]

Here’s a way too long drabble based loosely off of this headcanon by @sin-grumps

Danny looked up from his spot, laid out on the couch.  Turning his attention from the tv, he stared at his partner/roommate.  Nin/ja Brian was standing at the bottom of the stairs. He was in full nin/ja gear.  

“Headed out, Bri?” Danny asked with a frown.  

It was pretty late. Nin/ja Brian usually finished everything he needed at a reasonable time in order to get a good night’s rest.  

Nin/ja Brian stared at Danny for a few moments before shrugging.

“Need to meditate. I’ll be back.”  He signed, walking towards the front door.

Danny stared at the closing door.  He turned his head back towards the tv.  He could feel a nagging feeling in the back of his mind.  

Nin/ja Brian needed to meditate?  On what? And this late?  Again?  

Danny felt like he was missing something.  

For a few months, Nin/ja Brian hadn’t been behaving like his usual psychopathic murderous self.  

Which in a way, was great for Danny.  Dying so much was really starting to cramp his style, especially when it happened when he was trying to court a pretty lady.  

Now that he thought about it…when was the last time Nin/ja Brian had killed him?  

Or even injured him?  

Danny couldn’t remember.

And Nin/ja Brian didn’t seem as annoyed with Danny as he used to be.  He had even created a mental connection with him, so he could communicate more.  

Odd for a nin/ja who swore an oath of silence before his neck injury.  

Strange.  

Maybe he was missing something.

—————————————–

The following morning, Danny awoke to the smell of something delicious.  

Dragging himself out of his bed and down the stairs, he found a wonderful breakfast spread on the kitchen table.  

Nin/ja Brian was at the sink, washing dishes.  Danny walked over to the table and sat down.  Everything looked amazing.  Several of his favorites amongst the spread.

Nin/ja Brian made all of this?  Danny knew he could cook but had never seen him go all out before.  It was way more food than the two of them could eat.  

“Bri, you really outdid yourself.”  Danny said, helping himself and filling his plate.  

As Danny scooped some eggs onto his plate, he felt the tingle of their mental connection linking.

“Just felt like cooking this morning.”  He said.  

“Well, I’m glad you did. This is great.”  Danny said, in between bites.  “But why so much?”

“Mornin’!”  A voice called from the foyer.

Danny looked up to see Ego/raptor walking into the kitchen.  

“Sorry, I’m a bit late, Brian.”  He said, patting the nin/ja on the back.  Danny’s eye twitched.  

Ego walked over to the table and took a seat, greeting Danny.  

“Hey, Danny.”  

“Mornin’, Ego.”  Danny greeted, watching the younger man fill two plates with food.  

Danny couldn’t help but realize that Ego was at their house a lot, lately.  

What for?

Nin/ja Brian finished the dishes and joined them at the table.  Danny watched in shock, as he took off his mask and began eating from the plate, Ego offered him.

Danny stared at the two.

Had he missed something?

Since when did Nin/ja Brian show his face to anyone but Danny and from Ego’s lack of reaction, this wasn’t the first time he had seen him unmasked.  

And Nin/ja Brian making enough food for Ego and Ego fixing his plate.  

When did they become friends?  

Sure, they made music together and sometimes Ego helped out with missions.  At most, he and Nin/ja Brian should have just been acquaintances.

Listening to Ego seemingly talking to himself, Danny could tell it was more than a one sided conversation. Nin/ja Brian was mentally linked to him too.  

Danny had thought Nin/ja Brian was only connected to him.

Nin/ja Brian and Ego were having a conversation…without him.

“What’s up, Danny?” Ego suddenly asked, having noticed the staring.

Danny shook his head.

“Um, nothing. It was…nothing.”  He said, quickly returning to eating his food.  Nin/ja Brian looked at him curiously.  

“So, got any plans today?” Danny asked, changing the subject. Ego raised an eyebrow, having noticed the diversion.

“Uh, yeah.  Brian and I have training today.”

Danny frowned.  

“Training?  What kind of training?”  

Ego rolled his eyes.  

“Just the training we have been doing for the past three weeks.  Really, Danny?”

Danny just looked at Nin/ja Brian.  He was feeling something and Ego seemed to be making it worse.

“What training?”  He asked.

Nin/ja Brian shrugged.

“Some basic ninjitsu.  If he’s to keep joining our missions, he needs to be able to defend himself.”  

Danny sat back with a smile. That made sense and it was probably the reason Nin/ja Brian created a mental link with him.  

“Well, we better get going.” Ego said, standing up and grabbing his and Nin/ja Brian’s empty plates and placing them in the sink.

“I’ll be back later, Danny.”  

Danny just nodded, watching the two exit the kitchen and hearing the front door close.

There was something still bothering him, though.  

Sure, it made sense why Nin/ja Brian was training Ego but why did he reveal his face to him?  Why did Nin/ja Brian cook for him?  Why did they behave like old friends?  Like Nin/ja Brian trusted him.

And most of all, why was this bothering Danny?

——————————————————————-

Later on in the day, Danny was walking around town.  He was doing some shopping for N/S/P videos.  

He and Nin/ja Brian usually did the shopping together but Nin/ja Brian hadn’t returned home yet and Danny had gotten tired of waiting.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary that Nin/ja Brian got caught up in whatever he was doing.  Hell, Danny did it all the time, so he wasn’t going to fault his partner for the few times he did.  

Turning down another block, Danny saw a large crowd gathering at the nearby park.  He could hear music playing.  

Curiosity getting the better him, Danny headed towards the park.  As he reached the edge of the crowd, he could see that there was a small stage set up.  Must be a mini concert going on.  Danny couldn’t help but think the music sounded familiar.  

Carefully moving through the crowd, Danny was finally able to get a good look.  His eyes widened.  

It was T/W/R/P.  

The futuristic band were playing their 80s type jams and they weren’t alone.

There in front, playing on a keyboard, was Nin/ja Brian.  

Danny continued to stare as Nin/ja Brian’s body rocked to the music.  The music seemed to flow out of him.  Nin/ja Brian looked like he was in his element.  Like he wasn’t even a nin/ja, despite his clothing.  

Danny had never seen Nin/ja Brian look like that.  He told himself it was because, he was always out front singing but looking at the members of T/W/R/P, he could clearly remember seeing how into the music they were.

Why hadn’t he noticed before with Nin/ja Brian?

After the song ended and the applause died down, Doc/tor Sung announced the next song, saying it was written by their buddy Nin/ja Brian and was a favorite of his.  The crowd cheered in anticipation.  

Danny was curious.  

Nin/ja Brian had a favorite song?

The music began, Nin/ja Brian’s fingers gliding across the keys.  Danny’s eyes widened.

It was a variation of Nin/ja Brian’s Bloopy Reggae Jams.  

That was right.  He did like those, didn’t he?  That music had always annoyed Danny.  A strange feeling was arising within him.

Danny watched as T/W/R/P joined in, expanding the music into a full blown classical Reggae ballad.

Nin/ja Brian had wrote this.

And was playing it with a different band.  

A band that didn’t include Danny.

That feeling was increasing.

It didn’t fade, even when Danny, backed out of the crowd.  

Unable to listen anymore and not entirely sure why.

———————————————————————————-

Danny walked through the halls of his home, scratching his head, grumbling at his fingers getting caught in the tangle of curls.  

He was still in his kimono, having just woke up.  It was mid-afternoon.

Normally, Danny wouldn’t sleep in so late but he had been feeling some kind of way lately and didn’t feel up to facing the world.  

Passing by Nin/ja Brian’s room, Danny could see that his partner was gone.  His door was open, which was odd, he usually kept it closed.

Danny could also see his ninja gi, folded on the edge of the bed.  

That was odd too.

Coming down the stairs, Danny came to a sudden stop.  

There pacing back and forth with his arms crossed, was Nin/ja Brian.  

He was dressed in a dark blue button down shirt and black jeans.  His greyish hair was neatly combed and his face freshly shaved.  

Nin/ja Brian looked amazing.

Danny couldn’t help but stare.  He didn’t even notice when Nin/ja Brian looked up, noticing his presence.  Nor the familiar tingle of the mental link.

“Danny?”  

Danny didn’t answer, staring into Nin/ja Brian’s eyes.

Were they always such a sparkling blue?

Danny felt like he could drown in them.  

Nin/ja Brian looked so fucking good!

How had he not noticed before?

“Danny!”

Danny shook his head, snapping out of his shock induced haze.

“Oh. Uh, hey Bri. What’cha up to?”

“Ego is taking me out.”

Danny felt something shoot through his chest.  

“Um, where you guys going?”

Nin/ja Brian leaned against the wall, arms still crossed.  And wasn’t that just a strange but satisfying stance

“He didn’t say.  Just that we were meeting up with some of his friends.”  

Danny frowned.  Nin/ja Brian was going out with Ego, dressed, normally and meeting new people?  He’d never done that with Danny, no matter how many times he asked.  Though he had given up years ago.  

What had changed?

“You’ve been hanging with Ego a lot, haven’t you?”  Danny muttered, mostly to himself.  Why did he feel so strange?

Nin/ja Brian shrugged.

“In exchange for training, he’s been helping me with some stuff.”

Danny looked up with interest.  Some stuff? What kind of stuff?  Could he not help?

“You could’ve just come to me, man.  I can help you out. I don’t mind.”  

And he didn’t.  Danny was starting to realize that he and Nin/ja Brian were no longer hanging out like they used to.  

Maybe it was the dry spell he was going through with the ladies.  Not that he had been trying lately.  Chasing after women hadn’t appealed to him for some time now.  

Danny couldn’t help the fact that he was feeling lonely.  And the one person who was usually there, able to fill that hole, no longer was.

Nin/ja Brian just stared at him, a light blush dusting his cheeks.  He shook his head.

“No.  You couldn’t.”  Nin/ja Brian said.  A note of resignation in his ‘tone’.

He then looked up, as if listening to something.

“Ego’s here. I’ll see you later.”  

With that, Nin/ja Brian walked out the door, Danny watching him go.

“I’ll see you later.” “I’ll be back.”

Phrases that were becoming all too frequent between Danny’s exchanges with Nin/ja Brian.  And to think, it used to be the other way around.

Danny rubbed his hand down over his face.  

That feeling again. As if something was lodged in his chest. Always present when Nin/ja Brian was around.  

What the hell was wrong with him?

————————————————————————–

“Hey, Ego?”  

Ego/raptor looked up from where he was seated, cross-legged on the floor, cleaning his sword.  He watched Danny enter the room and sit on the bed.  

They were currently in Nin/ja Brian’s room.  Ego had just finished a training session and was cleaning off the dirt and grime from their blades.  Nin/ja Brian was out with T/W/R/P for another mini concert.

Ego placed the blade down onto the cloth in front of him.  Danny sounded off.

“What’s up, man?”  Ego asked, giving Danny his full attention.

Danny leaned forward on his knees, holding his head up with one hand.  His fingers digging into his hair.  Ego couldn’t help but notice the dark bags under his eyes.  The lines in his brow from frowning. 

He looked upset.

Danny inhaled slowly, letting the air out through his nostrils.

“I have a question for you.” He began.  Ego nodded, showing he was listening.

“You’ve been hanging with Brian a lot.  Haven’t you?” He asked, glancing at Ego out of the corner of his eye.

Ego nodded, having noticed the almost accusatory tone in Danny’s voice.  He had a feeling he knew where this was going.

“So has T/W/R/P.” Danny stated.  Again Ego nodded.  

He and T/W/R/P had been helping Nin/ja Brian, at his request, come out of his Danny shaped shell. Learn to be around others who weren’t Danny, and try to branch out from his nin/ja life and try to be at least semi-normal.

It had been months ago, when Nin/ja Brian had confessed his feelings for Danny to Ego.  Ego couldn’t say he was surprised.  He had seen the lingering looks.  The change in behavior.  The lack of senseless murders. T/W/R/P had noticed too.  

The only one who hadn’t noticed was Danny.  

Nin/ja Brian had felt his feelings were hindering him, especially since he knew that Danny would never reciprocate.  He was afraid of him finding out and wanted to try to get over them.  

Nin/ja Brian had asked Ego and T/W/R/P for help and they had all agreed.

It seemed Danny was finally catching on to the changes around him and he didn’t seem to be handling them well.  

Which was very revealing in itself.

“This is so fucking stupid.” Danny said, muttering under his breath.

“What’s stupid?”  Ego asked.  

“Why it’s bothering me.” Danny answered.  

Ego stayed silent a few seconds.  Yeah, this was definitely going the way he thought.

“Danny.  What’s bothering you?”

Danny didn’t respond. He continued to glare at the floor.

“Does it have to do with Brian?”  

Danny’s hand twitched.

“Does it have to do with Brian and me?”

A slow inhale.

“Brian and T/W/R/P?”

A bottom lip bite.

Ego shifted to his knees. He wanted to be in a better position, just in case. After all he was treading new territory with Danny.

“Danny.”  Ego began.  “Are you…jealous?”

The seconds ticked by in silence, until Danny slowly turned his head towards him.

“Jealous?  What the fuck do I have to be jealous about?”  

Ego shrugged, putting on a nonchalant front.

“I don’t know.  You tell me.”  

Danny huffed out a breath.

“I-I don’t know, man. Fuck!  You and Brian training, I can get.  But going out to meet new people?  Dressing like a normal person?  Like, why didn’t he come to me?”

Danny took a breath, lowering his head.

“He’s even playing music…without me…”  Danny shook his head.  “I fucking hate it!”

“Why?”  Ego asked.

Danny looked up, meeting Ego’s hardened gaze.  His expression one of confusion.

“Why what?”  

Ego held his gaze.

“Why do you fucking hate it? Why does Brian hanging out with me and T/W/R/P bother you so much?  Why are you jealous, Danny?”

Danny looked away.

Why was that? 

It was simple wasn’t it? 

He missed his best friend.  He missed his partner.  

He should be the one to train with Nin/ja Brian.  The one to help him integrate into society.  The one to play music with him.

Nin/ja Brian was his, dammit!

Danny froze

His?  

Where did that come from?

Was it more than just jealously?

Did he really want Nin/ja Brian all to himself?

Did Danny…have feelings for him?

Danny thought about it.

How for some time now, going out on dates didn’t appeal to him.  How it was fine to just stay in and hang out with Nin/ja Brian and chill on the couch or brainstorm new songs.  

How he felt an overwhelming sense of happiness when Nin/ja Brian woke up early just to fix them breakfast.  Always making Danny’s favorites.  

How Danny could always count on him to be there when he was having a bad day, supporting him with his silent presence.  

Not to mention, the way Danny’s pulse would quicken whenever Nin/ja Brian smiled at him.  Or how nice he looked when he was wearing regular clothing.

How cute it was when he blushed from a throw away compliment Danny would give him.  

How upset Danny felt, that Ego and T/W/R/P were going to take him away.

Danny ran both of his hands through his hair.

How had he not noticed?

He had feelings for Nin/ja Brian.  

Ego watched the different emotions flicker across Danny’s face.  

It looked like he finally got it.  

Standing up, Ego placed a hand on Danny’s shoulder.  

“Now that you know, maybe you should talk to him.”  He said, picking up the blades and placing them back on the training racks.  He then headed for the door.  

“”I’ll see you later. Call if you need anything.”  

Danny didn’t reply, still in shock over his revelation.

————————————————————————————

Nin/ja Brian unlocked the front door and entered the dark house.  

It was late.  

He had stayed out longer than he intended but T/W/R/P had invited him out for drinks after the concert. And well, he had accepted. 

He was trying to be more outgoing, more normal and that meant doing some things he didn’t really care for.

Walking through the darkened hall and up the stairs, he saw that Danny’s bedroom door was closed.  He was most likely already asleep.

Opening the door to his own room, Nin/ja Brian pulled off his mask and walked over to his nightstand, turning on the asian inspired lantern.  

He blinked a moment, letting his eyes adjust to the lighting change.  He turned towards his bed only to freeze in place.

Danny was lying on top of the covers, hands behind his head, eyebrows creased, staring up at the ceiling.

The seconds ticked by, Nin/ja Brian too stunned to move.

Why was Danny in his room, on his bed?

Eventually, Danny let out a sigh before sitting up.  He brought his legs into a crossed position and leaned his elbows on his knees, his hands hanging between his legs.  

“Danny?”  Nin/ja Brian said after a few more moments.

“It’s funny, isn’t it?” Danny said.  “The way things turn out.”

Nin/ja Brian tilted his head in confusion.

“What are you talking about?”

Danny just laughed.

“I’ve spent years chasing after all those women.  Searching. Having sex with as many as I could.  Looking. Never committing to any of them.  Longing. For someone to fill the craving I thought I felt.”  

Danny looked up, meeting Nin/ja Brian’s eyes.  

“The craving to love.”

Nin/ja Brian’s breath caught in his throat.  

What was going on?

What was Danny saying?

Danny scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up.  He faced away from Nin/ja Brian and looked out the window into the night sky.  The full moon shining in the distance.

“Some people would say that I was just lonely.  Trying to fill the void in my heart.  But that’s not true.”  Danny looked over his shoulder at Nin/ja Brian.

“It wasn’t true because I had you.  I never felt lonely because you were always there, Brian.”  

Nin/ja Brian just continued to stare.  He didn’t know what to say.  He still didn’t understand what was going on.  He’d never seen Danny like this before.

“But then you weren’t there.”  Danny said continuing on.  “Hanging out with Ego.  Making music with T/W/R/P.  Going out and doing things…without me.”

Danny shook his head.

“I didn’t even notice. Not at first.  How the more you drifted out, the more I was sucked back in. It was like we had switched roles. You leaving the house and me waiting at home.  Pretty fucking funny.”

“Danny…”   Nin/ja Brian started.  Danny held up his hand, halting his words.

“No, Brian.  Let me finish.”  Danny turned around, fully facing Nin/ja Brian, a soft smile on his face. “I wasted so much time, trying to find what was right in front of me for years.”  

Danny walked across the room until he was directly in front of Nin/ja Brian.  

“I wish I had figured this out sooner but of course I was completely oblivious.”  Danny chuckled, humorously.  “It took me being fucking jealous to realize the truth.”

Nin/ja Brian swallowed, thickly.

“What truth is that, Danny?”  

Danny smiled, reaching up a hand and cupping Nin/ja Brian’s cheek.  

“That I’m in love with you.”

Nin/ja Brian inhaled sharply.

Danny dropped his hand, averting his gaze.

“I don’t expect you to feel the same way, especially with the way I usually treat you but this isn’t something I think I could keep from you for long.”  

Danny took a step back, moving towards the door, his eyes beginning to glisten.  

“I understand if you hate me or want to leave.  I mean you and Ego are close and then there’s T/W/R/P.  If you want to-to…”

Danny covered his mouth, his chest tightening, holding back a sob.  He could feel the unshed tears spilling over, sliding down his cheeks.  

He had no doubt that Nin/ja Brian would leave him and then he really would be all alone.

Alone with his many regrets.

Danny wiped at his face, continuing towards the door.  

This was for the best. Nin/ja Brian was better off without him.

As he was about to step through the doorway, Danny’s body came to a sudden stop.  

Danny gasped in surprise, feeling muscular arms wrap around his waist.

“Danny, wait.  Don’t leave.”

“B-Brian?”

“You said your part, now let me say mine.”  Nin/ja Brian began.

“It wasn’t my intention to make you feel jealous.  The only reason I started hanging out with Ego and T/W/R/P, the reason my behavior has changed…”  Nin/ja Brian took a breath, his hold on Danny tightening.

“I was trying to cope…with my feelings for you.”

“What?”  Danny said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I’ve had feelings for you for a long time, Danny. But I just knew you were straight and would never feel the same way.  I wanted to get over the way I felt for you.  Ego and T/W/R/P were helping me with that.”

Danny turned around in Nin/ja Brian’s grip, gently raising his head so their eyes can meet.

“You really had feelings for me?”

“Have. Have feelings for you.”  Nin/ja Brian corrected with a nod.

“I-I love you, Danny.”  

A wide smile spread across Danny’s face.  

“We really are a couple of idiots, aren’t we?”

Nin/ja Brian smiled, nuzzling against Danny’s chest.

“I don’t disagree.”

Danny raised his hand, gently lifting Nin/ja Brian’s head by his chin. Chocolate brown eyes stared into piercing blue.  

“Brian.  Can-can I kiss you?”

Nin/ja Brian nodded, his smile widening.  

“I think that’s par for the course, don’t you think?”

Danny laughed.

“Shut the fuck up.” He said as he leaned down, covering Nin/ja Brian’s lips with his own.

“I love you, Brian.”  

“I love you too, Danny.”

[goobobbers]

Our Fiery Friend

[qorillas]

even more gorillaz headcanons

they tried to get noodle to eat brussels sprouts when she was little and they went on a health kick. she didn’t understand what they were called and thought they were called russel sprouts. to this day brussels sprouts are referred to as russel sprouts by everyone in the band and this is just an accepted phrase now. whenever they pass the produce aisle someone inevitably yells “hey russel!” and holds up a brussels sprout when he looks over (at least, 2d and noodle do. murdoc tends to just chuck a brussels sprout at russ’s head from all the way across the aisle and then pretend it wasn’t him.) 

they all love the beatles so much. they tend to play beatles songs to warm up before practice; can’t buy me love was a favorite of noodle’s when she was little because 2d would dance with her and swing her around during the instrumental part while they sang. i want to hold your hand is also a popular one because during the bridge — “and when i touch you i feel happy inside” — 2d and noodle go all fake-sentimental and dramatically sigh and swoon all over the room. usually they sing to russ and get him to clasp their hands during this part or stroke murdoc’s face dramatically (he always pushes them away but he’s laughing.) one of the first songs murdoc learned was blackbird and he tends to play it to himself in his room when he’s alone, singing quietly. he taught it to noodle when she was really young and caught him singing it and even now, sometimes they’ll sit in the studio with their guitars singing blackbird together — it’s their thing. 

more under the cut!

2d is autistic and has adhd. he experiences sensory overload a lot and finds it hard to keep the thread of a conversation; the bright lights and constant barrage of questions during an interview are really overwhelming for him, which is why he so frequently spaces out, trails off or loses track of a topic in the middle of a sentence. this is also part of the reason why he tends to struggle with sarcasm and sayings (half the time he doesn’t get them, the other half of the time he gets them but just wants to mess with the interviewer because he’s a bit of a prankster.) murdoc talks so much in interviews because he knows they’re tough for 2d to sit through and he’s covering for him (and also, of course, because he loves the sound of his own voice.) because of his 8-ball fractures obscuring his irises, 2d doesn’t generally make eye contact with people either; they don’t realize it because they can’t see where his eyes are pointing anyway, which 2d appreciates. 2d also stims a lot! he likes to hum under his breath because it feels nice on his throat and vocal cords. he finds the bloopy noises that keyboards make really comforting, and part of the reason he has so many keyboards is because each keyboard has its own unique sound and he likes to collect the sounds that feel the best to him. he has a whole slew of stim toys in his desk and all over the house; a lot of his flick knives and flickcombs are actually things he uses to stim with because he likes the noises they make. he always forgets to bring them with him when he goes out, though, so he has a habit of rubbing the loose ends of his friendship bracelets between his fingers to stim instead, which is nice because since there’s always one around his wrist, he’s never without something to stim with. he plays with his fingers and winds them around microphone stands during concerts to stim as well. his special interests are zombie movies, machinery and keyboards, and he tends to infodump about the latter during rehearsals. he also has mild dyspraxia because of his autism, which is why he’s a bit clumsy and tends to struggle with balance. he flaps so much, especially when he gets excited! he has the best wiggles. [thanks to @happy2d for looking through this hc and offering some great suggestions!!!] 

the reason noodle has so much traditional japanese paraphernalia decorating her room goes beyond the fact that she’s immensely proud of her cultural background. since she was essentially raised in the uk, and wasn’t able to remember her childhood in japan for a long while, she’s always felt a bit estranged from her japanese identity. even after being able to remember her early life, the fact that she was brought up in an isolated military program, and then raised in the public eye as a british celebrity means that sometimes she feels like she’s not “really” japanese. at times she feels really cut off from her japanese roots, like she doesn’t deserve to claim an identity as a japanese person, or like she doesn’t really belong in england or in japan, or anywhere at all. she surrounds herself with things from japan and decorates her room with them because it helps her compensate for these feelings and reminds her to assert her identity. if it gets really bad, she remembers something murdoc told her once when he caught her crying during an identity crisis she had at 14: “you’re not half-british and half-japanese; you’re british, full stop, and japanese, full stop. the two things don’t cancel each other out. this is coming from a guy who identifies as mexican and whose only real experiences with it are a stint in prison and a long-gone mum. anyway, it doesn’t matter what you are since you’ll always be part of gorillaz, which is more than most people in the world can say. and if they do say anything, tell ‘em to fuck off, and then kick their teeth in.” 

when del was alive, he and russel had plans to get married after college and adopt a baby girl. after del died, russ was absolutely gutted; the constant ache of del’s absence and the survivor’s guilt contributed heavily to his depression and anxiety, and he was in a really low place for a long time. noodle’s arrival probably saved his life. from day one, he and del regarded her as the adoptive daughter they always planned to have, but which just came to them in an really unexpected way. del, of course, was the cool dad and russ was the rule dad, considering that del was pretty much incorporeal and couldn’t actually enforce any rules they set beyond threatening to leave a note for russel detailing exactly how bad noodle had been. noodle loved conveying messages between the two of them, actually, and would force russel to go to bed early so that she could tell del that he said hi, or wake him up from naps to tell him that del said hi back. noodle still goes with russ to visit del’s grave between phases and whenever they’re in the united states. 

murdoc is actually the best at cooking out of all of them. he was left alone so often as a kid, he had to learn how to feed himself somehow. he rarely cooks anything nowadays, though; he’s too lazy to do it when he could easily use an app to deliver something right to him or just order pizza, and he doesn’t care enough about what he’s eating to expend the effort of getting all the ingredients out and cleaning up afterwards for a specific meal. he only cooks at the most random times; for example, they’ll be in the middle of a songwriting session and murdoc will have a flash of inspiration and become manic, scribbling lyrics on the nearest flat surface, grabbing his bass and suddenly dashing off to the kitchen, and return three hours later with five quiches, one of which has a lyric sheet baked into it. “it’s a bit wordy,” 2d says, “but good.” he makes better tamales than your abuelita, but only when he’s worried about someone, and he has a bad habit of passive-aggressively shoving a full plate in front of whoever he’s upset with and watching them eat with a reproving glare until he’s convinced that they’re okay. a birthday means that the special person will find a scone on a plate, sitting in their room with no explanation. 2d’s is always vaguely swan-shaped. murdoc’s laughed at them so many times for asking if it was him. “is that a fucking joke?” he says. “you don’t think i have better things to do? it’s most likely poisoned, and even worse, it was probably sitting stale in a display case all day.” actually, when they woke up, the scone was still warm.

2d’s voice is different this phase because he recently had surgery to remove some vocal nodules. he’s fine and cleared to perform in the band’s upcoming tours, but his voice is still going to be a bit raspy for a while. russel says he sounds kind of like kevin bishop. 2d says he doesn’t know who that is but as long as he doesn’t sound like damon albarn he’s fine with it.

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Damian is able to fake cry on command and only Duke knows that and they both use it to get out of going to galas and other events that are too boring to function in

[bloopy-writes]

Dick and Jason regularly break into the manor to steal furniture and electronics for their apartments.

Alfred leaves them tupperwears of food to take home too

Bruce didn’t notice anything missing until much much later but hasn’t said anything because he’s just happy his two eldest are collaborating and getting along

[bloopy-writes]

Rules for the Japanese National Team- written by Iwaizumi Hajime, Athletic Trainer

Hinata, Kageyama, Atsumu, and Bokuto are no longer allowed within 50 feet of the kitchen, if you want to eat, you can starve or beg someone else to make food for you.

Bokuto and Kuroo are no longer allowed to be left alone for more than 2 minutes at a time. Also pringles are banned you guys are athletes that shouldn’t be eating this junk anyways.

Whoever locks Oikawa and Ushijima in a closet together can pay for any damages caused

Kageyama is not allowed to play truth or dare-he’s too easily influenced

If you call Yaku short, I’m not helping you recover from the damages caused

Suna is not allowed to blackmail the coach to get out of extra practice it doesn’t end well for anyone

Aran is not allowed to room with Atsumu or Suns in the Olympic village because this poor man has suffered enough

I don’t care how good of an idea it seems, no one is allowed to listen to Houshimi after 2 am

Sakusa is banned from bleaching other peoples rooms no matter how bad they stink- still technically an invasion of privacy

Kuroo is not allowed to try and convince new recruits that they should give him money

Atsumu is not allowed to use his brother as a body double to get out of practice

Ushijima and Kageyama aren’t allowed to give interviews together without a third person present

Bokuto is not allowed to give interviews with other people

Hinata and Kageyama aren’t allowed to teach children because no one actually understands what they’re saying

If you get caught doing something stupid you are not allowed to call Officer Daichi Sawamura to bail you out that is still illegal and he doesn’t even work in Tokyo

Suna and Oikawa are to be kept away from each other at all costs

Atsumu and Oikawa can hang out with each other only if they stop arguing over who’s kageyamas favorite

No secret handshakes allowed

Glitter bombs are only allowed if glitter does not get on Iwaizumi

If anyone asks if Iwaizumi is a babysitter the answer is legally no

The first person to convince the administration that Iwaizumi deserves a raise will get free food for a month

Houshimi and Atsumu are two halves of a whole idiot and are not allowed to plan team bonding activities again

Kidnapping Oikawa does not count as a team bonding activity unless you murder him and bond over trying to hide the body

Iwaizumi Hajime loves his job no matter how much you all make him want to retire

[bloopy-writes]

Weasley family headcanons cuz why not

Percy was the first person to find out Fred and George were serious about opening a joke shop because he saw them struggling to understand legal documents the common room. He never told their parents but he did sit with them and explain what they would need and they always took his advice even when they stopped talking to him

Charlie’s favorite little sibling is Ron and Ron sends the most letters to Charlie

Mr Weasley used to reserve special days once a month to take Ginny out and do whatever she wanted for a day

Fred and George only play the most pranks on Percy because they know he doesn’t actually hate it. And late at night he comes by and gives them tips or fixes spells for them. He’s their favorite brother but no one can tell.

Ron and Ginny tried baking once to surprise Mrs Weasley but almost made the oven explode

Ginny accidentally turned bill bald when she was a toddler and he told her to go to bed. He still holds a grudge over that.

Bill and Charlie and Percy meet up once a month as adults to keep each other updated about life.

Mr and Mrs Weasley are both amazing at dancing and unfortunately all their kids suck at it

One time in his first year Fred broke his ankle racing George to the dining hall. Percy gave him a piggyback ride to the hospital wing. Years later Fred returned the favor when Percy collapsed from exhaustion studying for his newts.

Ron can tell the twins apart he just pretends not to so that he can annoy them

Mrs Weasley and bill are the best chefs of the family but George is the best baker.

[bloopy-writes]

Jason sneaking into Dicks apartment when he has really bad nightmares and flashbacks because he knows big brother is the only one who won’t judge him

And Dick gifting him a key one random Thursday saying that he’s always open to a permanent or semi permanent roommate if Jason wants to

And that’s how they became roommates

(Jason cooks, dick cleans, they both accidentally broke the tv after an argument and then broke into the manor to steal the one from Bruce’s study together)