#bonus headcanon:

[random-iz-stuff]

recently remembered of Gir having his own room, like mentioned in epesoid ' 'Germs'

And I was wondering how would you view Gir's room. And would Zim ever enter to clean it? (Kinda like how Zim bribes Gir to clean his Dog suit)

I imagine that Gir’s room is SUPPOSED to just have essential SIR Unit stuff. A more advanced charger (Gir is capable of charging himself on his own by entering a “sleep mode” where he looks like he’s actually sleeping, but this one in Gir’s room would charge him faster and more efficiently), machines meant to automatically fix Gir if he’s damaged, machines used to install upgrades, extra parts, the like.

But because this is Gir we’re talking about, it’s a complete mess in there. If Gir likes something but can’t keep it on himself at all times, it’s going in his room. Pig toys, food, random junk he found outside, a few of Zim’s things, more junk, a TV and a million DVDs of shows Gir likes (DVDs because Invader Zim was made in 2001 so obviously they use DVDs. Plus we see Gir using one in FBI Warning Of Doom so DVDs are definitely the main movie storage device of the Invader Zim universe), etc.

Zim does his best to clean it when possible, but Gir just brings more things in as fast as he can get rid of it. Zim can make Gir’s room spotless in a day and Gir can make it messy again in an hour. Zim doesn’t need to bribe Gir to get in like he does to clean Gir’s disguise, as Gir usually doesn’t mind him entering, but the amount of junk all over the place can make it hard to traverse.

[heart-locket-musicboxless]

There are three kinds of LGBT headcanons:

Actual queer coding / metaphors ("Nimona is trans because her creator made her as a way to express his feelings as a trans person")

Vibes ("Link is genderless because I said so")

It's funny ("Phoenix Wright is asexual because he's the Ace Attorney")

[demigods-posts]

i feel like percy is the type of fighter who would laugh if a monster ran away from him out of fear. but annabeth is the type of fighter who would call them a coward and run after it.

[zephyrchama]

It was dinnertime in the House of Lamentation. Conversation petered out as everyone focused on the hot food in front of them, leaving a quiet lull interrupted only by clinking silverware.

“I’ve always wanted a traditional church wedding,” you said, entirely unprompted.

The clinking came to a stop as the seven brothers processed what you had just said. They turned their eyes towards you.

Beelzebub was the first to break the silence despite his mouth full of food. “Huh?”

“I just always thought it would be nice. A quaint wedding in a nice little church. Maybe a chapel.”

Leviathan briefly choked on what he was chewing.

“Oh I totally get it!” Asmodeus empathized. “Rows of pews with white flowers, those high arched ceilings, the evening light of the human world sun shining on us through a beautiful stained glass window as we kiss? Oh!” He clutched his shoulders, “it gives me chills just imagining it!”

“Asmo, we can’t enter churches,” Satan stated matter-of-factly. The knife handle gripped in his fist started to bend.

“Hah!? What? Lucifer, is that true?” Mammon slammed his fork down and just about jumped out of his chair as he shouted at the oldest.

“Sit down, Mammon.” Lucifer rubbed his temple and tried to perform damage control before the inevitable headache set in. “What brought this on suddenly?” he asked you.

Keeping a straight face was immensely difficult but you pulled it off. “I was just thinking about weddings and stuff, y’know. It’d be nice. Ever since I was little I thought a church wed-”

Belphegor interjected with “You’re not even that religious.”

A flood of complaints washed over the table as everyone started loudly protesting.

“You… You’re not allowed to get married anywhere without me!” Leviathan shouted.

“Does it have to be a church? What about a restaurant instead?” Beel suggested, looking worried. “I know a lot of pretty ones.”

“We could build a mock church in a studio and get married there,” Asmo fantasized. “The stained glass could be you and me as cherubs, we can ask Luke to be the flower boy. He’d be so cute in a little tux!”

“You wouldn’t even need a ceremony with me,” Belphegor said. “If you really want one, we can have it outdoors under the stars.”

Satan’s knife was bent at a 90-degree angle. “What a stupid thing to say. Libraries are just as quiet and nice as churches. Probably. They sure suit you better than a church.” 

“The restaurants also have in-house catering,” Beel continued.

“That ain’t gonna happen!” Mammon bounced his knee, shaking the entire table as he lamented, “I ain’t lettin’ my human get married in some church! We can go anywhere you want! Anywhere else!”

”There’s a church in my game!” Leviathan gasped. He thought an in-game wedding would be just as good as a real one. “I can show you! We can go now! Lets make you a character!”

Lucifer cleared his throat once. Then twice. The third time was a warning that got lost amid all of the whining. “Enough,” he finally growled. The room went silent for him. “You’re not getting married in a church. End of discussion.”

“Oh.” Weird of him to decide that on his own, but you were at your limit. A wide grin had already spread across your face. “Yeah, ok. By the way this roast you made is delicious.”

[pocketscribbs]

a little mini-comic about Barry’s “always check the trash” shtick

[sepia-stained-sunset]

All of Young Justice has a running joke where they address each other with the softest, mushiest terms of endearment (and totally mean them as well) and it stuns the fuck out of the Batfam that Tim, the guy who wouldn't talk to anyone for a day after calling Bruce 'dad' out loud, is so willing to proclaim Anita his soulmate and call Bart the love of his life whenever he introduces him to anyone

[gengwasted]

Contrary to common belief dr. Ratio is NOT a morning person

[wickjump]

i love trans hcs so so much especially for dream and nightmare (the etherealest beings) but the idea of them coming out to each other DURING their war is very funny to me. like imagine this

[screaming over the sounds of carnage] “DREAM, BROTHER/SISTER, AT LONG LAST I HAVE-”

“CAN YOU HOLD THAT THOUGHT”

“…..WHAT FOR?!”

“CAN YOU CALL ME [PREFERRED TERM]”

“HUH?! I CANT HEAR YOU OVER THE MURDER IM CAUSING”

“CAN YOU CALL ME [PREFERRED TERM]”

“OH. IN A TRANS WAY?”

“YEAH”

“SURE. *explodes you and your team but in a #ally way*

[fawndlyvenus]

You know what’s funny? How I can say that I headcanon a character as somewhere on the ace spectrum and/or aro spectrum, and within minutes I am being treated as if I am somehow very unintelligent and know nothing of the world.

[turtleblogatlast]

Big Mama must have lost some serious standing in the yokai underworld because it’s gotten apparent that she keeps being beaten by a small group of teenagers and the occasional rat man, and when it’s not them then she’s taking L’s from her own schemes working against her.

And in the ensuing power vacuum, the Hamatos accidentally become the most feared crime family known to all the big bads of the Hidden City.

After all, they’ve publicly outplayed Big Mama multiple times, a couple of them have taken out the heads of two of the most well known criminal organizations, one took out Heinous Green, two are responsible for the destruction of Witch Town, they have ties to both the infamous Baron Draxum and Captain Piel, they won the Doom Dome death race, they’re Battle Nexus Champions, they’ve displayed insane feats of power and defeated impossibly strong enemies, most of them have been to jail, and they regularly mingle with humans.

You can just imagine the notoriety they’d accumulate from word of mouth alone.

[transvampireboyfriend]

Teacher AU

Eddie who studied to be a music teacher but right before graduation Corroded Coffin takes off. It's fast, they have to mail him his diploma to avoid a crowd of fans at his classmates' ceremony.

But it goes as fast as it comes, a few years of touring and then popularity wanes. Eddie is not bothered by it, neither are the guys, they enjoyed it while it lasted, yet they all knew they couldn't live like that for the rest of their lives, so it's all for the best.

Eddie lives off of album and merch sales and writing songs for other bands and artists now. This is when his best friend, Chrissy, tells him she heard the music teacher was retiring at her old pre-school.

Eddie applies for the vacant position, fearing they won't like his former star status but ultimately, after a good interview, he gets the job.

Steve who became a pre-school teacher and started teaching as soon as he could. He lives with his best friend, Robin, and coaches the town's junior basketball teams (both boys and girls) on his off time.

Steve who's nearing his thirties and getting a little frustrated with his love life. No matter how many dates, no matter how many 6 month relationships, no matter how many 1 year and a half and moving in together debacles, he still just never quite fits his partners, he never feels that thing, that excitement everyone talks about. No matter how amazing the person. Robin calls him an idealist, says he's being naïve. Steve sticks by his instinct to hope for more.

Steve who stares (a little slack-jawed) at the new music teacher for a good minute when he comes pick up his kids. Trying to take in the wild hair pinned up by a pencil, the glasses around big cow eyes, the tattoos peeking out of his long sleeves, the dimples.

He was aware Mrs. Wallace retired and a new teacher was brought on, he just hadn't expected his heart to race at the mere sight of him.

Steve completely misses his name, has to ask him to come again when those beautiful brown eyes get a mischievous sparkle and look expectant, like he got stood up waiting for an answer.

"I said it's nice meeting you" the new teacher repeats

"Oh! Of course! You're very nice. I mean it's very- It's nice meeting you too" Steve says and forcefully shuts his mouth, pressing his lips into a thin line.

The new teacher's smile just gets bigger and he nods and leads the kids to his class.

Robin thinks it's beyond funny that Steve doesn't know the new teacher's name, but she refuses to explain, refuses to tell him what it is and encourages him to find out on his own.

Steve approaches the guy in the teacher's lounge at lunch.

Beyond whatever the hell makes Steve's brain functions jump ship when he's around him, Steve does think it was rude of him to stare and not even introduce himself when they first met.

His mother may have been real shitty, but she didn't raise someone impolite.

"Hi," Steve starts, making the other man look up at him from underneath his glasses. Steve looks away for a second to avoid getting lost in those eyes.

"I think I owe you an apology," Steve starts, the other teacher raises his eyebrows and lowers the book in his hands.

"I'm sorry?"

"That's my line," Steve points out, he's rewarded by a small laugh and dimples, "I was rude," Steve explains, "I was staring and I didn't even introduce myself. I'm Steve." he smiles and extends his hands to the other man.

"I know." the guy says, smiling big enough to show his teeth, but gently taking Steve's hand in his own "I told you, they were nice enough to put all the names in my schedule, remember?" he says,

Steve freezes.

How come he didn't think of that? His schedule is the same, all schedules for teachers have everybodys' names. They even distributed new schedules for everyone when the hiring decision was made, Steve just hadn't bother to look at it yet, knowing the important bits hadn't changed.

Steve would facepalm if his dominant hand wasn't otherwise occupied.

"Uh-" Steve starts, thankfully the other man cuts him off,

"Hey," he says, with the kindest eyes Steve has ever seen, and still gently holding Steve's hand, "It's cool. I get it." he tells Steve,

Then he asks, "Are you a fan?"

Steve stares again.

Excuse him?

Judging by Robin's smirk accross the room, Steve's face must be as red as a ripe tomato.

Steve yanks his hand back.

Well, that's presumptuous. Just because Steve isn't very good at thinking whe he's around him, doesn't mean that- Sure, Steve came prepared to flirt with him, but he does not appreciate beaing treated like he's easy.

Steve frowns at him before turning around and promptly walking away. He guesses he'll have to go check his schedule if he wants to know the name of this jerk.

[random-iz-stuff]

Headcanon/analysis thing:

[This is a continuation of this other post I made about the Zimvoid, more specifically about how all the top 100 Zim’s lied about what makes them unique.]

I was thinking about that headcanon I made and I realized just what that headcanon means for Number 2. (Plus now I have more headcanons for him)

Number 2 is the Ultimate Zim, and he’s a Zim that goes against everything our Zim stands for. Number 2 is to Zim what Zib is to Dib.

Zim has a strong moral code. He refuses to kill his rivals in an unfair fight and will spare them when they won’t do the same to him. Zim goes easy on Dib and went out of his way to spare Tak at the end of their dogfight in Tak: The Hideous New Girl. Zim also refuses to outright steal technology from others, as that goes against Irken law regarding patents and inventions and Zim, as a former scientist and inventor, strictly upholds said laws. This moral code that Zim has overrides the need for efficiency and perfection that Irkens are expected to have.

All Zims have this moral code, as it’s pretty much a part of them. Without that moral code, they just aren’t Zim.

But Number 2 doesn’t have this moral code. He abandoned it in favour of traditional irken efficiency, and it’s a terrifying thing to behold.

In that dogfight against Tak, it played out exactly the same as normal. Dogfight, Tak can’t shake Zim off her tail no matter what she tries, Mimi malfunctions, Tak loses control over her ship. But where all the other Zims rammed Tak into that lava bubble to slow her spinning and give her a safe chance to eject, Number 2 took advantage of Tak’s situation and shot her while she was defenceless, killing her.

This act is already disgusting to any other Zim, as it goes against their own moral code by not only killing a rival that they hold some respect towards, but doing it when they are in no position to fight back or even defend themselves. It puts simple efficiency above the all important moral code, and that’s an act that no Zim would preform.

But it gets worse. Number 2 then proceeded to take Tak’s technology, including her ship, her SIR and her holographic technology, and used it for his own gain, using Tak’s ship to upgrade his Voot, combining Mimi and Gir and installing Tak’s holographic disguise generator into himself.

This goes against Zim’s own moral code in several more ways, disrespecting Tak on top of killing her in an unfair manner and more importantly, breaking the Irken patent laws that Zim strictly upholds as Tak’s technology, especially the holographic technology found in Mimi, Tak’s ship and Tak herself, isn’t patented, meaning that by claiming it as his own in this way, Number 2 broke Irken patent laws several times over, once for each piece of technology claimed. Plus the act of messing with Gir in such a way is a crime all on it’s own in Zim’s eyes. Not to mention defacing his Voot with stolen technology and adding upgrades to it that make it no longer a vintage Voot Cruiser, with Voot parts replaced by the parts of a Spittle Runner along with whatever else Tak used when making her ship. Once again, Number 2 goes against every other Zim’s moral code and values, along with Irken law, just for the sake of personal efficiency.

Number 2 is also the Zim that came the closest to successfully taking over earth. He already has a perfect disguise in the form of Tak’s stolen holographic one, has a better SIR Unit after combining Gir and Mini and already has no problem with killing his rivals. He could have easily killed Dib and would have no problem with doing so. In fact, it wouldn’t be too big of a stretch to assume that the only thing preventing Number 2 from killing Dib and taking over earth was getting called to the Zimvoid. If he hadn’t received that distress call, Number 2 would have successfully killed Dib and taken over earth.

But that’s not the end of Number 2’s story. When he arrived in the Zimvoid, he covered up the stolen technology he wired to himself with a purple hood (most likely because he didn’t want the other Zims to learn about his actions and his perversion of the moral code that all Zims have) and got to work. He quickly became one of the top 100, most likely through the colosseum, where Number 2 has no problem with killing one of his own kind. Unlike other Zims, who all hold some level of respect for one another and therefore don’t often outright kill one another in the colosseum, instead knocking each other unconscious or rendering them unable to fight in any way that isn’t completely lethal, Number 2 doesn’t care about that all important moral code and will kill whatever’s in front of him if it advances his own goals. And that holographic technology does wonders in combat. He was most likely made into one of the elite because of this ruthlessness and willingness to kill, although the lower amount of Zims at the time and him being the second (actually first) Zim to enter the Zimvoid definitely helped.

Once he was a member of the elite, Number 2 managed to fool the timeline detector, just like every other Zim that managed to become one the elites. In his case, he didn’t want his actions and his complete mangling of the Zim Moral Code™ to be revealed, so he tricked the machine into showing a random memory instead of the moment he killed Tak, which just so happened to be him missing a shot with Vibrating Irken Death Blades. Since then, he’s claimed that his divergent trait is that he has an accuracy rate of 99.4% instead of the usual 99.7% when it comes to throwing knives, purposely missing shots when he needs to prove it.

Number 2 even had plans to overthrow Zib, and we would have seen those plans in action if Zib hadn’t decided to use his virus plan at that particular time. If he waited a bit longer, just a few days, Number 2 would have put his plan into action.

Just like how Zib is the Ultimate Dib, Number 2 is the Ultimate Zim.

Zib is a Dib that successfully killed his Zim.

Number 2 is a Zim that would have killed his Dib if Zib didn’t interfere.

Zib is a dark warning of what happens if Dib completely loses himself to his obsession with the paranormal, going completely off the deep end when he’s denied the fame and recognition that proving it’s existence should bring. Deciding that if he can’t win, Zim can’t either and attempting to wipe out the Irken empire in all possible timelines to make sure of that, regardless of the consequences.

Number 2 is a dark warning of what would happen if Zim were to abandon his moral code, killing rivals and going against his own morality and even Irken law for the sake of efficiency and personal gain and quickly becoming almost unrecognizable as a result. Just a single slip up (in Number 2’s case; killing Tak) and it’s a slippery slope towards the complete loss of his moral code.

Both Zib and Number 2 got what they wanted (or at least Number 2 would’ve if not for the Zimvoid), but have lost themselves in the process. Dib looks at Zib and sees a monster worse than Zim ever was, and if his actions were ever revealed, Zim would look at Number 2 and see something that goes against everything he stands for. And just to add insult to injury, that monster in front of him shares his face.

[halokarii]

Headcanon that, despite his otherwise serious clothing, Dazai wears the most ridiculous colorful socks...

[demigods-posts]

headcanon that whenever percy returns home from a date with annabeth, and he does that thing where he presses his back against the door and slides down to the floor with dreamy look in his eyes. and sally and paul, both beaming with happiness for their son, asks if the date went well. and he just sighs and smiles like he just saw elysium himself.

[rowrowronnie]

it would be quite funny if the blu medic was also their collective therapist

[cosmicstarlatte]

Barbatos: (Breaks through MCs door)

Barbatos: WHAT'S THIS I'M HEARING ABOUT FROM THE YOUNG MASTER!? AN UNBREAKABLE PACT!?

MC: Barb, chill-

Diavolo (running): Barbatos!

Lucifer: Just what the-

Barbatos (demon form): YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST DO WHATEVER YOU PLEASE!?

MC: It was a pinky promise!!! Please don't kill me!

Diavolo: I was trying to tell you Barbatos!

Barbatos:

Barbatos: Oh. I see.

Barbatos:

Barbatos: I'll send for repairs on the door Lucifer, good day!