#headcanon stuff...

[llouiize]

I thought it was just the texture or the lighting on his model but it never came to me that Lloyd might ACTUALLY have white/lighter STREAKS IN HIS HAIR shown in that one 'anime' animation scene???

Looking back at his hair on his model, you can't really see or tell if it's streaks in his hair,, so I could be wrong 🤔

[wanologic]

reminder to take care of your loser human body

[heavenbarnes]

thinking about your older bf!simon that cannot cope with being far from you.

when you’re in the shower, he’s sat on the lid of the toilet on his phone (watching those rug cleaning videos) enjoying your faint singing under the stream of water, the smell of your body wash on the cloud of steam- ready to pass you a towel or get your back.

when you’re at your desk, working from home or studying, he’s just on the other side of it reading the paper with one outstretched leg tangled with both of yours. he’s dead quiet when you’re on a call, just happy to be around.

when you’re doing laundry, collecting the clothes in the hamper and crouching to stuff them into the washer- turning around and accidentally colliding with a thick wall of muscle.

“sorry, love”

he steps aside but you can hear his soft footfalls as he continues to follow you throughout your home.

when you’re both watching something on the couch, what starts as his pinky locked with yours turns into his arm around your waist. that turns into your head on his chest, which culminates with you falling asleep in his lap with his cheek on your head and soft snores emanating from his lips.

when you grocery shop, you push the trolley but his chest is to your back, arms either side of you and hands clasped over yours on the handle. you can thank his military training for his uncanny ability to tell exactly when you’ll stop walking.

when he wakes up in the middle of the night, on a rare occasion when you’ve managed to slip out of bed without him realising, he’s immediately in a panic calling your name.

“in here, my love”

as soon as his heart settles, he realises the bathroom light was probably a dead giveaway. you’re taking a wee, you’ll be back in a minute.

that doesn’t stop a sleepy simon from leaning in the doorframe, shielding his eyes from the big light as he waits for you to finish up.

even on the short walk back to bed, you can feel fingers twisted in the back of your shirt- almost like you’re leading the way.

minute you’re both on the mattress, you’re being wrapped up in his arms, slotting you perfectly into the curve of his front- almost like you’re made for him.

(and you are)

[mellosdrawings]

I've been thinking about teen!Crewel too much recently.

[technically-human]

YAAAAY U REPLIED TO MY ASK! 1!!! 1! 1! 1!! (also can we have some more shadow hating Robotnik for existing and loving stone for... Also existing)

They're all adapting

[neuro-psyche]

I think Dick and Jason would have multiple “what the actual fuck are you saying right now” with Tim and Damian when it comes to quality of life/monetary differences. Sure, Dick and Jason got used to Bruce’s “is $100 a good enough tip on a $30 bill?” shit, but hearing Tim talking about a new laptop he bought for $5000 literally is like a punch in the gut.

If they ever went on a cruise (which they totally wouldn’t because cruises are floating death traps), Jason and Dick would be in awe of the fancy amenities, where as Damian would be unsatisfied with the quality, since he grew up with every single amenity known to man. Tim would just feel like it’s all normal since the Drake’s were extravagant and travelled all over the planet.

Jason : My bedroom is bigger than my fucking apartment.

Dick : I could do a full gymnastics routine with the space in my room.

Tim :

Dick :

Tim : My room is normal sized…

Jason : You grew up in a mega mansion. I hardly think you’re the benchmark of a normal room-

Damian : I must agree with Drake. This room is frankly underwhelming.

Dick, staring wildly at him : What do you mean underwhelming- Dames there’s an aquarium wall in your room.

Damian : Yes. Underwhelming.

Jason :

Dick :

Jason : Do you want to-

Dick : Jump off the boat? Yes.

[nikkiunicorn900]

Will you love me to unveil my magic wand on you?

Reblog trans lovers💦🍆 if you want me to unveil it on you🔞

[turtleblogatlast]

Little Leo watching telenovelas with his dad

Bonus:

[taimanzano]

Megatronus Prime, Prima Prime.

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(al final)

[hmura-hmara]

Something about Luke being the spitting image of his father

[vdyuong]

Σ('◉⌓◉’) I’m not really sure if I’m elaborating my thoughts with drawings very well.

Do you get the vision? I mean like since Kabru’s thin from all the dying it’s easier to see the muscles. And I also tried to put my hands in drawing Laios’ body based on Ryoko’s drawing. Laios with happy trail is also very cute to me, I like him like that.

Scars are cool too! But I think healing spell would cure the wounds completely to the point it seems like you’ve never had the wound before? Idk.

And then there’s these two 👇🏻

(๑>◡<๑) 고마워요!

[angelshizuka]

Autism Acceptance Month: Autistic Headcanons

"Prince, all alone, upon your throne. Your power is so frail. You raise your voice, you have no choice. Inside your gilded jail." ↳ Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia (Helluva Boss)

[stephforl1fe]

Sometimes Damian forgets that his childhood wasn’t normal and says the most crazy ass things, most of the interactions are along the lines of:

Maps: my birthday is coming up soon!

Damian: oh, do you know what trial you will go through

Maps: what?

Damian: you know your birthday trial? Like climbing a mountain or fighting a hoarde of sword wielding enemies bare handed?

Map:….are you okay? :(

—————-

Damian: *looking in his pockets pulling out various weapons like the marry poppins bag”

Tim: what the-

Dick: why do you have so many weapons on you

Tim: I think the better question is WHERE he’s holding so many weapons

Jason: is that a fucking grenade?!

Damian: you never know when you’re gonna be sneaked up on by gun wielding assassins in your sleep.

Bruce: Jesus Christ.

[irishmammonagenda]

Sometimes you forget just how immensely powerful Diavolo is. Which is why you should be careful with your words.

Not in the way that other demons are, when they tremble in front of his regal form.

No; you need to be careful with your words because mentioning in casual conversation that you need to get a Netflix subscription again (because you'd cancelled it the first time you were transported into the Devildom) had ended in the Demon Prince buying the whole fucking company.

God forbid you even look at a piece of jewellery or clothing for more than a split second, or else it'd end up on your windowsill the next morning.

You don't need to fear the Demon Prince like the others do, you do however, need to visit him later and thank him for the necklace that'd shown up on your windowsill today.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

you can keep talking ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ●ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ spencer reid

spencer reid who speaks in statistics and spirals. who gets so excited when his mind begins to string facts and patterns together, he doesn’t even notice the hours slipping past. who gestures wildly with his hands while talking, voice bouncing softly as he explains a theory, a memory, a moment from his childhood—until he notices you’re quiet. too quiet.

spencer reid who finds you curled up beside him, asleep. and something in his chest tightens. not because he’s angry—he could never be—but because some wounded part of him thinks, of course. of course he bored you. of course he talked too much. he shuts his mouth instantly, lips pressed together in a quiet, familiar regret.

spencer reid who gently adjusts the blanket over your shoulders. who brushes a hand over your hair with the softest touch, the kind only someone who adores you would know how to give. he whispers “goodnight” even though he wasn’t finished. he never really is. the silence that follows is a lullaby he’s learned to live with.

you who wakes up with guilt curling in your stomach like smoke. because you remember the way his eyes dim when he thinks he's too much. you remember how he once told you he learned to count the seconds people stay interested before they drift. and now you’ve gone and confirmed it—you fell asleep.

you who cups his face in your hands and whispers you’re sorry, so sorry. and spencer who looks up at you like he doesn’t understand why you're crying. he says it's okay, really, but the way he avoids your gaze tells you it still stings. so you make him sit back down. you ask him to tell you everything from the beginning.

spencer reid who blinks in surprise, then slowly starts again. who watches your eyes this time, tentative and cautious, until your hand finds his and stays. and when you repeat back what you remember, ask questions, lean forward with that soft look only meant for him—he realizes you’re listening. you always were. you just needed rest.

spencer reid who talks slower now, but with the same love. and you who never interrupts, who makes mental notes of every reference, every name, every thread of thought that lights him up. because to love spencer is to listen. and he’s never been so quiet in his heart before.

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