#stack em in there

[oofouchstovehot]

maybe i should do a hear me out board...

[teedeekay]

Thinking about this 🤔

[intriga-hounds]

Rushed awkwardly angled 5 week stacks before work this morning 😅

[kyuyua]

The most Supreme Family 💖💖

[kply-industries]

[melkor-did-nothing-wrong]

Soooo if we operate under the assumption that they circulated any form of currency... do we think that Utumno/Angband coins had Melkor's face on them, on account of him being the ruler orrrrrr...?

[bottomless-brainrot]

Sinners Mickey 17

🫱🏿‍🫲🏻

having men play one goofy fun version and one fiery aggressive version of themselves for my enjoyment and writer mind

[cocosnowlo-drawings]

Felt inspired to draw some elemental designs for the bracelet girls 💧🔥🍃🪽

[dailypokemoncrochet]

How much time do you think it'd take to. Make transparent pngs of each pokemon that I currently have. Like edit out the background for each one's individual picture so it's just the pokemon.

[darkkitty1208]

Reigen Arataka Headcanons (pt. 1/?)

I've been thinking about this cringefail loserboy babygirl A Lot lately (i cannot spend more than 15 minutes without my thoughts circling back to him somebody sedate me) so. Here are some of my favourite and/or personal headcanons of him (most are picked up from fanfic that I hold close to my heart, some are from shower/late night thoughts) split into 4 categories (general, food/drinks, physical/appearance, and family & childhood headcanons). Under cut because this got a LOT longer than I intended

Geneneral Headcanons

He's trans ftm & gay

Most of the shelves in his apartment are empty—he didn't have much memorabilia, photo frames or items that are personal/scream "Reigen" because his place is less a home and more a place for him to sleep and shower and eat. He does have generic self-help and anatomy (for massages) and exorcism guide books, but not much else. However through the years he starts keeping potted plants and has a mini vegetable garden in his balcony (mostly cherry tomatoes, but others too, like green onions and the like) and flowers in vases on his tables and little cacti and succulents and houseplants around.

At some point he also keeps photos in frames. There's one from an outtake from the s&s company's employees lineup photo he thinks is "necessary for their professional image" and insisted on taking (the resulting photo was framed in the office and in the website; in the photo he looked like a smug cat, Mob and Serizawa looked like stiff wooden panels, and Tome, horrified, looked eerily similar to her mother, while Dimple despite being there did not appear in the photograph), and it was a picture of Mob mid-way through blinking with his hand up in the beginning of forming the peace sign and Reigen arguing at the air while Tome argues at Reigen. Also in it Serizawa looked exasperated and confused.

Despite not actually wanting psychic powers, Reigen really, really wants to see their auras. The few glimpses he gets from when the espers use enough power to gain some semblance of visibility to the naked eye leaves him mesmerised.

He also isn't really afraid of them. Sometimes he feels Mob's or Serizawa's aura wrapping around him, like a protective touch on his shoulder or the small of his back when a client gets especially rude or rowdy, or during an especially dangerous exorcism. It freaked him out at first but he gets used to the warm, buzzing static over time.

His nose scrunches up when he's trying to concentrate.

He only learnt the existence of the undo button when he took a photoshop class one time.

He takes the kids and Serizawa to outings sometimes but with a strict (however fairly (and unusually) generous) budget. This leads to beach episodes and zoo/amusement park visits and hikes to watch meteor showers Tome talks about a lot during the weeks prior.

He's practically memorised the kids' favourite snacks and keeps them in stock in the office's snack cabinet. They are sweeped out clean without fail every single week.

He turns on classical music/instrumentals in the background when he's trying to focus. He always needs some sort of white noise.

One time Tome gave him handmade chocolate. They turned out to be chocolate-covered bugs from her friend. He hasn't and will never recover from the trauma.

When Mob first arrived he tried to quit smoking (replaces it with chewing gum, lollipops etc) but immediately caves 2 weeks in. The longest he's lasted without a cigarette is a couple months. He indulges in the occasional cigarette once every few weeks but keeps a limit of 4 sticks/week and not going beyond that. He sometimes fails to keep his word.

There's always the smell of tobacco clinging on him and his suit. He can't get rid of it.

His emergency contact includes his mom and Mob before he switched it to his mom and Serizawa because, well. Mob's a kid. His mom doesn't use the number he has saved anymore but he doesn't bother asking for her new one.

Food/Drinks Headcanons

He likes citrus.

He likes mushrooms, and moreso when in dishes like soup.

He isn't exactly a coffee person, but when he consumes caffeine it hits him almost immediately. You can practically see it set in in his eyes. He gets jittery and restless. (More so than usual lmao.)

He isn't a tea person either, nor does he have a preference in tea, though they keep different kinds of tea in the office and most of them are not-so-cheap-but-affordable hojicha, which are the clients' popular preference, so he drinks those.

When he makes tea he often leaves the kettle on for too long. His special move is pouring cold water from the sink over the cup(s) to compensate for his mistake.

He doesn't cook often for himself, but he has enough cooking skills to be confident enough to make a good meal when he tries/should he need to impress somebody, but not enough to go without a proper recipe. The problem is that he references them without actually following them. He's too impatient and stirs things when he should let them be, he refuses to measure practically anything, he forgets things and leaves after turning the stove dial on the highest setting and burns the food and tries to do multiple tasks at once without following a set order, he uses too many pans and pots, and he makes a mess. He's a menace in the kitchen but he can be trusted enough not to burn it down.

Follow-up on that last one: he thinks cooking can be a hobby of his if he dedicates more time on it, but it's the kind of activity that's easier (and more enjoyable) with company. He lacks that.

Physical/Appearance Headcanon

I stand by the hc that Reigen bleaches his hair. Mostly because I think he greys quickly. His natural hair is dark brown almost black, and the strands are stiff from constant bleaching.

He's got scars all over him from exorcisms and fist fights and what have you, but most of them are little nicks and cuts that have faded over. The notable ones are his top surgery scars (and this is an insignificant but harmless detail but the nerves on one of his pecs healed weirdly), the scar over his back from when Sakurai's sword sliced him back in the 7th division arc, and the scar mostly hidden under his bangs from the rubble that hit his head back in Mob's psychic outburst.

He has a little pudge around his stomach. There are stomach rolls there when he bends or slouches.

He tries to keep himself fit by working out, but he has horrible stamina. Around confession arc he starts having more defined muscle along his arms, though they've always been there from massages but hidden beneath his sleeves.

He takes good care of his hands and are very mindful about them. He thinks they're one of the first things a client would notice about him (but that's mostly because he moves his hands around a lot). Aside from the massage oils he uses during "physical exorcisms" he also uses lotion to keep them soft. He trims his nails short regularly and makes sure they're clean. Despite all that they are sweaty almost 90% of the time.

He. Has. Prominent. Eyebags. This man is an insomniac and a workaholic. He uses cheap foundation sometimes to cover them up but they get cakey and cracky during the day and he sweats buckets so they're mostly futile. He keeps using them anyway.

His lips have a darker shade from years of smoking but he tries to keep them from getting dry by using lip balm.

He has freckles all over his skin and spanning along his shoulders, and they practically bloom on his skin during the summer.

He has little crinkles between his brows and the edges of his eyes, lines under them. Some are smile lines, some are frown lines.

He has crooked teeth. He keeps good hygiene of them, though.

Family & Childhood Headcanons

He used to sit on his hands to stop them from moving because he's been told multiple times that they gesture a lot when he talks.

He had a childhood dog.

His mother used to make lemon cakes for his birthday.

His grandparents used to garden. He used to help.

The first time he smoked a cigarette was age eleven, when his father offered it to him one time to "have a taste of what it's like to be a man". Age sixteen, he started sneaking out to smoke. By the time he grew up the habit stuck and he mostly smokes as an excuse to take breaks between customer service during his watercooler job. (This was picked up from my short little fic drawn to the flame which is somewhat of a character study centered around Reigen's smoking addiction :D)

His sister is a lawyer and makes wild gesticulations with her hands when defending a client in court. (Ik it was probably mentioned somewhere that she works for a bank BUT when have I cared. Also the vision of wild wrist rotations being a thing that runs in the Reigen family is too good to not practically be canon already.)

His grades weren't all great but he tries. He just can't seem to pay attention in class or sit still for too long. He sucked (still does) at math.

In school he was pretty popular because he's loud and charismatic and lays the charm thick on first impressions, but popularity comes with it some kids that weren't as fond of him as others are.

He calls his sister sometimes, or at least picks up when she does. He wishes he got to spend more time with her before they moved out.

I imagine young Reigen as skinny with gangly limbs and too-big hands and there's always a band aid on him somewhere for some reason.

Anyway that's all I've got for now. I might come up w more but. *shrugs* who knows.

Now that I think about it, maybe I should make a post for headcanons of Reigen's sister... hm.

[gray-cqral]

You show me a picture of anyone in sinners and I’ll start running around and barking like an excited Maltese

[sieglinde-freud]

shiro and mitama randomly being two of the best fates characters but they go underlooked bc they are victims of the worst plot device of all the time is really so crazy

[dailyhomestarfacts]

Fact 20:

To stack a million meeples, like Marshie mentions in "Stack 'em to the Heavens", you would need 90,910 copies of Trogdor!! The Board Game, which would cost a minimum of $ 3,636,400

[sobredunia]

Wait okay question to the Americans who are on this blog. Do you guys not have underground parking? Cause like I've seen a bunch of American parkings and they're either on the ground taking up a needlessly huge amount of space or they're on buildings that?? Go up???? Is it illegal for y'all to dig or what

[freezinglemur]

It burns…it hurts. 

It hurts so much.

Slow, shaky breathing is the only sound to leave the little sapling as it lays in the grass, keeping its eye shut.

Why? It had tried so hard…it had one job! One purpose! And now? Now?! Now…now it just hurt.

Hate. They should feel so much hate, but it is too tired now to feel such a thing in the way it thinks it should.

It almost wants to cry, not that it has much energy for that either if it wanted to.

Their few thoughts are paused by a gentle touch. It’s…familiar, and cooler in temperature. It doesn’t burn. Somehow it's simultaneously and contradictorily warm in a sense, but not in the same way fire is. They can’t explain the sensation, but it knows who the sensation belongs to.

The void gently brushes one of their hands over the little spirit’s head. 

Why didn’t xe just give up? Feel disdain towards it like everything else? Why hadn’t they fought it like the burning ram had, even upon knowing its intentions fully? It should hate that being, but it can’t find the energy to right now. Xe did get them free, it supposed, even if it was all for not. It should–

“Shh…”

The thoughts pause again. The burns…hurt slightly less where the void lays xir hand.

“You did your best. It is time to rest now, Birch. She’ll be here to collect you soon.”

She…? Master…?

It’s hard to say, the sapling is exhausted. The void tucks a small, familiar lantern under the tree’s cloak. It limply rests its hands around it…something else to focus on. It was nice to not have darkness for a time. What a waste, now…maybe they will keep it. Out of spite–that’s all…yeah. Just...just out of spite. Right.

It feels the void rise, the figure gently removing their hands and taking a few steps back. A tendril still holds on a moment longer. Perhaps they’ll stay...?

It isn’t long before Birch is scooped up by someone else, however; someone…familiar in a different way. The void says a farewell to the sapling, and to whomever has picked it up, but the little tree doesn’t process the words well, and they cannot answer. The tendril gently falls away, returning to its owner.

The spirit feels so weak, and so tired…so very, very tired.

‘It’s time to rest, little sapling. Until we meet again.’

It gives in, it falls asleep.

And Hex departs with it in her arms.

(Based on the events of @ask-the-secret-weapons (Bonus below))

The two share a brief glance. They share an understanding, somehow, perhaps if only due to the tree and their connections to it.

Opal, as they call their vessel, stands and watches Hex depart. They hold no malice towards her nor the sapling; in xir mind, it hardly did anything wrong.

All the grudges, sins, hatred, and malice from being trapped so long–those souls had every right to feel as they did in their restlessness, and the tree only was fulfilling its given orders and purpose. Very little wrong with that, in the Void’s many eyes.

The horned god of the hearth hardly did anything wrong either; He was created, though told little of his purpose. Sentient with the ability to question, he deserved answers, to think, and to choose what to do. While Opal had hardly expected such a hasty decision to release little Birch from the burning Ram, they did not blame the Wickerman for his choice. Very little wrong with that, in the Void’s many eyes.

The town itself. It has done many wrong, and many right. Some deserve the wrath that was coming, some may not, but no one particularly wants to die. They are not wrong for wanting to preserve themselves, either. Very little wrong with that, in the Void’s many eyes.

The Phalanx. Believing they could contain things forever, they have grown so accustomed to disaster being contained or controlled. They have lulled themselves into a false sense of security, believing they are forever on top. That they can use these “secret weapons” as they call them, for whatever they please one day. “Strength in Control,” and yet, they have little control now. Perhaps they can lie to themselves longer. Rather amusing, in the Void’s many eyes.

The rest of the “weapons” themselves…quite the collection. A shame, a princess stolen away, what is she without her people, twisted into a form meant for war? What would the supercomputer think if she knew what had happened to this old friend, would she morn? A doctor, kept complacent by its programing, his only purpose to make others “happy,” what is he when forsaken? An escaped employee of this superstructure, running to make a life for himself away from disassembly; is he wrong for wanting and taking such a freedom? 

They cry out for aid, it is a shame, in the Void’s many eyes. The Void hears all the cries which do not manage to reach anyone else, desires that hide deep within, the void listens, and it provides its own aid in certain ways.

Alton, you are supposed to heed the call of your creations, and yet you give them silence. You shirk your responsibilities, and they pay the price.

And in the Void's many eyes...

There is something wrong with that. 👁

[deepinmydaydream]

Hear me out

Smoke -> No Malice

Stack -> Pusha T