#scene hc headcanon

[eyxlessjxck]

(Not a ship) Inspired by @s1llyfruitcke ‘s headcanon!! I hope you don’t mind but I absolutely loved the idea of Cody/x-virus being scene as I already hced Nina to be Scene ITS AWESOMEE‼️

[plistommy]

Billy: Stop being a fucking pussy and lift it!

Eddie: I can’t! It’s too heavy, man!

Billy: *stomping towards Steve and lifting him up easily while Steve was washing the dishes*

Steve: Billy, what—

Billy: You wanna be able to hold him like this? Right?Then lift the fucking barbell, bitch!

Eddie: Shit, OKAY! *bench presses 50lbs*

Billy: YES!!

Steve: *still carried around by Billy*

Steve: I hate you guys

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[shares-a-vest]

You know who convinces Steve to go to a doctor about his hearing? Wayne Munson.

His own hearing certainly isn't what it used to be. Working at the plant with all that machinery, only some of which required wearing safety earmuffs. Plus his work at the auto shop on the side wasn't the quietest workplace either. If someone asked him, he's sure all the time he spent with a ringing in his ears as a kid when his father took him out hunting with his brother didn't do him any favours.

And he's just so damn sick and tired of arguing with his nephew about the television volume.

At first, he thought it was some petty arguing from Eddie, ever the one to make it known that he is being personally inconvenienced. But then when Steve started staying over, that's when Wayne started noticing that is what it looks like when someone is hard of hearing.

Steve turns his head to favour his right ear and sometimes Wayne suspects the kid can't hear out of it at all. He mishears a lot too - asks people to repeat themselves with an overly polite, "Pardon?". He watches as the younger kids tease Steve, calling him 'an old man' until his shoulders slump and he goes all quiet. He also complains about muffling sounds, though he brushes off any acknowledgment of his issue. And Wayne is sure it all contributes to the poor boy's debilitating headaches that leave him bedridden.

But most damning of all: Steve never complains about the television volume. And Eddie gets all grumpy with the pair of them, huffing off to his room as if he doesn't play his metal music at a window-shattering volume.

So one day Wayne announces he has made an appointment to get his hearing checked. Thankfully, Robin Buckley is there too, eyes wide with opportunity as she slaps Steve's shoulder repeatedly with what he assumes is encouragement.

"Go!" she insists and Steve gives the world's smallest nod in reluctant agreement.

His own hearing test is straightforward and Eddie is satisfied with the aids he comes home with that will hopefully solve all their squabbling.

But Steve's hearing problems are a different story - more complex and requiring plenty of tests. He even has to go off to that Dr Owens fellow who had surfaced at the hospital when Eddie was recovering.

And Wayne finds out Steve has been through a lot more than he is willing to talk about.

Wayne pats him on the shoulder when they return home from Steve's final appointment. He tucks all the paperwork under his arm, shielding it from Steve's view as he makes a beeline for the kitchen to whip up a round of cocoa.

And of course, Eddie is anxiously waiting, jumping up from the couch to crowd Steve who has only just stepped over the trailer's threshold. He shrugs Eddie off and dumps his box containing spare aids, batteries, cleaning tools and a care manual on the coffee table. Wayne catches Eddie's panicked eyes and gently shakes his head in a soft and potentially too-subtle warning as Steve slumps down on the couch with a huff.

Turns out that despite being a respectable boy who always minds his manners, Steve is a horrible patient. Grumpy, resistant, snappy.

Boy can that kid be snarky!

Wayne chews his lip, tapping his foot on the cracked linoleum in the kitchen as he waits for a pot of water to boil on the stove. He knows Eddie is fretting and hovering, waiting to burst with questions. Before today, Steve hadn't said much to Eddie or his friends about his doctor's visits. He was even evasive when he called up Nancy Wheeler to come along and help him sign the complicated paperwork Dr Owens required them to fill out.

He makes quick work of their cocoa and decides to set Steve's on the side table by the couch, knowing he probably won't drink it at all. They'll be lucky if Steve eats dinner tonight at this rate.

"I'll be outside," he announces.

He doesn't bother waiting for an answer. He will just let Steve be for a while. And Eddie is big enough to handle himself...

Eddie waits for his uncle to finally take his beloved Cubs coffee mug out onto the front porch before he twists around to face Steve, who looks set on not touching his cocoa.

He searches for something and stupidly settles on poking at his boyfriend's cheek.

"They look cute," he offers lamely, running his forefinger around to trace the shell of his ear.

Steve slaps his hand away and huffs. Eddie bites the inside of his cheek. Okay, so some flirting that typically turns Steve to putty isn't going to work.

Oh, no.

"Just..." Steve starts before cutting himself off to pinch his nose, "I just need to sit here."

He sniffles and blinks harshly.

"Stevie," he says, voice low and as soothing (and not annoying) as possible, "This is going to be a good thing. It's going to help with your headaches and dizzy spells."

"I feel like an fucking old man," he snaps, gesturing to the door.

"Hey!" he laughs as he gives Steve's earlobe a tug.

"Ouch!" he shrieks, cupping his ear and leaning away.

"Only I get to call my uncle an old man," Eddie says, hand on his heart.

Steve slowly moves back upright and sinks into the couch.

"Eds, I just need to sit here and sulk for a while. I... I don't mean to be pissed off with Wayne."

He follows Steve's eye to the navy-blue box he'd tossed aside. He tentatively reaches forward, teeth clenching in anticipation of Steve protesting him even touching it.

"This all your ear stuff," he wonders aloud as Steve hums and folds his arms, "Can I have a read?"

Steve rolls his eyes but nods anyway.

Eddie sinks back further and further with every line of the hearing aid manual. He had wanted to know everything, but most of the booklet is just an advertisement for the device's brand. He'll have to ask Wayne for details later considering he and Steve had been all hush-hush about his appointments.

He picks up the spare batteries, two little pea-sized silver discs that will surely be misplaced the second they leave the general vicinity of their box. He snaps them back into the plastic packaging, eyes wide open as he goes, too scared to blink for fear they'll disappear on his watch.

Steve leans into his side, lowering down further until Eddie lifts his own arm to give his boyfriend the space to rest his head in his lap. He brushes his hand through Steve's hair, pushing it back enough so that his fingertips can reach his scalp through the thick mop of brown hair.

"Buckley's already working on a bedazzled little box to sit by the bed when you need to take them out," he explains, not expecting an answer.

"Mhmm," Steve murmurs as Wayne comes back inside and smiles.

[wistfullywaiting2]

Odasaku, Sasaki, and the orphanage headmaster are all buried in the same cemetery.

So Kunikida, Atsushi, and Dazai all run into each other grave visiting regularly and politely pretend they don’t. They never acknowledge the meaning behind the bouquets brought, even if all of them know the others know flower language. They never acknowledge the tear streaks down Atsushi’s face, or the solemn look on Kunikida’s. Atsushi never points out how the scent of whiskey is always a bit stronger on Dazai’s coat. They never acknowledge the location of their accidental meetings.

Sometimes Kunikida might offer to take them to get food, or Atsushi will offer a random hard candy from his pocket, on colder days Dazai might lend his coat. None of them are really themselves when faced with grief, and none of them will to hold it against each other.

[dontbuymeperfume]

please don’t come for me if this has been said before, but i keep thinking like, what if angel sees, especially early on in his contract when he realizes just how shit valentino is and his true intentions, what if he sees how genuine and almost sweet and playful val can be with vox, and angel’s like. oh, he is capable of some level of kindness, just not to me. i’m just not worth it.

[crystalmethsthings]

Neil: *roasts Riko*

Riko: isn’t ur dad a literal axe murderer

Neil: what? are you upset that my dad spent eight years looking for me while urs doesn’t even know you exist?

Riko:

Jean:

Literally everyone else sitting at the table:

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[kiirotoao]

Will the most beloved headcanons part 3: Byler edition! (AKA Mike being a simp headcanons)

Mike doesn’t like people touching his face. Like he’ll nope away from someone just trying to poke his cheek. But with Will? Complete opposite. Will can pinch his cheeks, trace his jaw, feel his forehead for fever - anything and everything

Same goes for hair touching, too. Nobody gets to play with his hair but Will

Mike is particular about his D&D character design and he only accepts changes or suggestions from Will

Mike likes to trade Halloween candy with Will and Will only (because Dustin, Lucas, Max, and El are quite judicial about trading candy lmao)

Mike sits still for nothing except when Will is painting him

When Mike gets his driver’s license, Will is his passenger princess for life and no one else can even dare to dream of taking shotgun

Similarly, when it’s raining, only Will gets to share umbrella space with him (like, come on, Dustin and Lucas can just deal with it)

Will is Mike’s dedicated beta reader for his novels

On that note, Will is the only other soul who’s seen all of Mike’s self-proclaimed embarrassing short stories and Star Wars fanfics

Also on that note, Mike only writes poetry for Will (duh)

Mike hates carrying big heavy things but when he and Will move into their place together, you better believe he did all the heavy lifting and made sure that Will didn’t to avoid Will getting hurt (even at the expense of himself, rip)

Okay so I headcanon that both Mike and Will are afraid of stray bugs in the house, but Mike will step up and kill or evacuate bugs for Will anyway

Mike thinks that sitting on someone’s lap? Someone sitting on his lap? Way too much body heat, way too close for comfort, get off me, dude. But he and Will splay over each other all the time because it’s Will, and Will is cozy :)

Similarly, doing footsies is so stupid. But with Will it’s adorable and Mike’s a giggly mess

Random but Mike only likes how Will makes eggs out of everyone in the Party (and he won’t eat it if it’s not Will’s lmao)

Now, Mike does readily lend things - paper, pencils, erasers - to other people in class, but he’s not too keen on it. But if Will needs something? He’s giving it with a bona fide smile

Mike also sometimes doesn’t like lending his time for that matter. Trying to help people with homework is exhausting, especially after being a tutor for Holly sometimes but if Will’s struggling with some homework Mike may as well have his doctorate in education

Mike thinks that it’s funny if someone has food on their face and he might not mention it but for Will he’ll go out of his way to remove it

Over the years of being together, Will has learned to beware mentioning that he likes or wants something, because Mike is buying/obtaining it plus a million different versions and styles

Mike doesn’t like singing or playing guitar in front of anyone but he’ll make an exception…

[wannaeatramyeon]

So, my request is that I need a unhinged woman with looking men(whoever you want). When I mean unhinged, I MEAN UNHINGED WOMAN WHO’S A PERSONIFICATION OF FEMALE RAGE!! LIKE DURING THE FIGHT CAN AND WILL BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ANYONE WHILE LAUGHING PSYCHOTICALLY.

But really Ptj truly lacks in female characters, like we want to see woman fight and beat asses too.

And love your writing;)

Hi anon - not me seeing this and jumping on it IMMEDIATELY. GIVE ME COMPETENT WOMEN. GIVE ME WOMEN THAT CAN FIGHT

I don't think I've got the unhinged quite there but this is to fun to not put down everything and starting writing. Adding a Goo and Sammy in the works for later too. Thanks for the ask and glad you're enjoying my brain rot!

Gun Park with Unhinged F!Reader

He wasn't a complete disappointment (Gun Park | Goo Kim | Samuel Seo | James Lee/DG)

You are nothing like Daniel Park.

The last time Gun had felt fear, it was fun. The rush of blood in his ears, the adrenaline cursing through his veins. Exchanging blows with a worthy opponent, with a potential successor.

This? This was fight or flight or freeze.

Gun had never retreated from a fight, unless it served the bigger picture. And he certainly had never frozen before.

Being overwhelmed, truly, wholly, completely, wasn't a feeling he was used to.

You stand there over his beaten body, blood and skin under your nails, a sardonic grin upon your lips and rabid glint in your eyes.

"Is this little Gun all out of bullets?" You pout mockingly at him, as the realisation dawned that you had been playing with your prey all along.

You had to admit - at times he had even given you a thrill. But then he had to go along and break. How fragile.

You sigh as you take your eyes off him, licking the blood off your fingers.

Gun landed a few hits at first, like a true fighter - never holding back his strength even against a woman.

(That was usually the first thing people underestimated about you. These silly little boys with their poor delicate egos and idiotic misplaced gallantry.)

When his fist connected with your face, you couldn't help but let out a shriek of excitement.

Oh. Oh. Maybe you finally found someone that actually lived up to their reputation.

And sure, he managed to go a couple rounds with you, but it wasn't long before he was out of moves and out of time.

You gave him a peek of your demon, and he almost felt it engulf his entire being and swallow him in darkness.

How sad. Really. This could have been something great.

You kneel down and gently run your hands through his hair, "At least you weren't a complete disappointment."

All Gun could do was look at you with rage and fury and hate. How fun, another enemy.

You press two fingers to your lips, kissing them and transferring it to his. If he had anything left, maybe he would have tried to bite you.

You pull out a slip of paper and pen from your pocket, brushing away the lint and dirt and cross another inadequate name off your list.

"Who... are... you?" Gun gritted out, struggling with the words. Oops, you did almost crush his throat.

You stand back up and give him a shrug. He didn't deserve to know.

[roe-and-memory]

its been enough time for me to stop gatekeeping and Immediately talk about how, in a human au, i choose to interpret the night in cars 1 where lightning and sally talk.

sally listens to mater and lightning talk, mater slowly driving down the main road and lightning trotting along beside, talking to him through the open window. the conversation goes how it does in the movie, nothing much changes there, but when they split lightning makes his way into the motel office to get his room key.

hes Dirty. hes got mud in his hair and sally just cringes because the rooms have white sheets and she does NOT want to scrub dirt off of them. she tells him that, he cant sleep in the room if hes gonna track dirt everywhere. he just kind of winces and apologizes. its not like he really has anything with him, and, on his crash into town, he cut his arm open pretty badly and has gauze wrapped around it. doc still isnt too fond of him, and he tells sally that he cant really shower because doc will Kill him if he ruins the bandages.

without hesitation and out of nowhere, sally is like well i can help you wash your hair in the sink right here! and she cant even process her offer until its already out of her mouth. he gets a kind of shocked look on his face and is like oh! okay. that’d be nice. and they both stand there awkwardly before one of them makes the first move (its sally; she quickly runs into the “back room aka her little apartment” to grab her shampoo)

lightning wanders around the counter, studies the stuff on her desk, and flinches when she reappears. he doesnt really know what do to so he just stands there and waits for instruction.

they get to talking, conversation Basically the same as it is in the movie, shes helping scrub the dirt out of his curly hair and its dawning on her that maybe hes not an awful person after all. maybe he Is a little misguided.

its a generally quiet scene, a majority of the light in the little office/lobby is from the streetlights outside, and its very comfortable. they get more comfortable as they chat, and its at this moment that she realizes maybe she even likes him.

the end of the conversation is the same, he thanks her for letting him stay and Also helping him feel a little cleaner considering he hasnt showered in what feels like years (its been like 3 days)

the next morning shes talking to flo and she thinks she can casually talk about how lightning is actually kind of nice and flos like ohhh honey ure so in love with him arent u. she immediately gets flustered and tries to deny it and all flo can do is give her the knowing motherly look of “u love him dont bullshit me!!!”

her and sallys conversation, though, kind of opens flos mind up to the idea of hearing lightning out — maybe he ISNT that bad.

anyways silly domestic salqueen Gets me . i think stuff like this becomes a little tradition between the two like just quiet comfortable chats over random little things. do you get me.

[steveandbuckysdaughter]

So, I was thinking about something in LOK.

You know the Earth Queen Hou-Ting? You know, the woman who secluded airbenders and that Zaheer killed?

This one?

Well, as you all may know, she’s King Kuei’s only daughter.

I’m sure you all remember King Kuei, the puppet king with the bear.

This guy.

Well, I made some calculus. He must’ve been in his early/mid 20s in ATLA. And his daughter had to be in her 50s/early 60s when she died.

In the meantime, Zuko is 87/88 in 171AG, when LOK3 takes place. Since his daughter is commonly believed to be around Bumi and Kya’s age, I’d speculate that she’s around 60 in her appearance in LOK4, in 174AG and when Zuko is 90 (Tenzin is 51 in 170AG and Kya is roughly 4 years older than him, so Izumi must be between 5 and 7 years older than him, which places her in a range between 60 and 62 years old).

(See? Roughly the same age)

So, my point? I think during their diplomatic visits, Zuko and Kuei had to spend a lot of time in each other’s company because, monarch stuff. And given that they were both heirs to their respective thrones, Izumi and Hou-Ting had to spend a lot of time together.

I don’t know why, but I imagine those two having the wildest, silliest yet most hateful beef as teens. And given Hou-Ting’s despicable behavior and authoritarian politic in contrast to what shown of Izumi, a rational leader who cares for her people, I am even more convinced that those two despised each other.

So yeah, I can’t stop picturing Izumi and Hou-Ting insulting the crap out of each other while saving face in front of the subjects. And I can’t stop laughing

[ravenelyx]

I don't think people understand how deadly Confringo is. Much more than Bombarda, in fact. The reason it was not taught at Hogwarts was exactly that: it's a fiery explosion, literal TNT, and it's also rumoured to be the spell that killed Fred Weasley in DH.

Avada Kedavra was the least of our concerns in the hands of Sebastian Sallow.

[plistommy]

You asked for a sub and I delivered. You know Steve, right?

[wreckedhoney]

MASSIVE SPOILER for one of the endings.

it's been a while since i tried looking, but i did hear that something like this happens last year and over time started to think, "was it a fluke?" bc no one posted footage or caps of it then, and i aimed for a completionist run in my first playthrough. turns out it's real! and definitely shines a new light on a character that, for most other types of playthroughs, will not give this much emotion! EDIT: transcript now included, and some stillshots under the cut

[0:28] Marie: Henry, this is the man who kept you from doing the right thing tonight. Kill him. [0:15] Forrest: Henry, you don’t have to do this. If you’ve not killed anyone yet, there’s still time to make the right decision. [0:05] Out of shot: (Gunshots) Henderson Police! Freeze! Marie: No! Henry, get out of there!

[revrads]

“The Vessel of Alu”

Possessed!John my beloved <3

porpol version

[hearthtrob]

( idea is ENTIRELY from @kiss-it-better-prettyplease )

imagine Mountain teaching the ghouls/ ghoulettes about plants and stuff all at the same time and he shows them cool tricks and stuff

then he makes compost tea and has to chase one of them around for like an hour shouting "DONT DRINK IT" (probably Phantom)

[lupeloto]

carl & mickey headcanon

i love this little brother-in-law ship so much… so mickey and carl are the video game dream-team and it drives ian crazy…

when carl was younger, he hustled the shit out of mickey once when they were playing a game. he pretended he had no idea what he was doing and then creamed mickey completely, which mickey of course respected the hell out of. ever since then, they would team-up all the time and would absolutely destroy lip and ian in pretty much any video-game ever.

now when carl comes over, he and mickey play and they beg ian to, taunting the shit out of him…

— — —

“Come on man, one game…today could be the day ya know,” Carl smack Ian’s back as he heads towards the couch to plop down next to Mickey.

“Come onnnn, Red. We’ll go easy on ya,” Mickey winks, shoving Carl’s shoulder with his.

“You two are assholes,” Ian spits, flipping them the middle finger on his way to the bedroom.

look at them…they mean so much to me