head bumps

These pictures give me anxiety because like… you just know he has a million and one stories about bumping his head down there. You cant be as tall and as clumsy as he is and not.

anonymous asked:

Hi Ben! How is it like to be REALLY tall? I'm short so I have no idea... :/ I wish I was as tall as you.

No…you don’t. I underwent a new growth spurt recently, and…well, the rest of me hasn’t quite caught up yet, so for now I just look kind of like an awkward skinny hairless Wookiee. Seriously, it’s not like I’ve gotten taller in an attractive way—I’ve just gotten stretched out vertically like a warped hologram. As for what it’s like, I bump my head a lot and Mom makes me sit down when she scolds me.

Zodiac Signs as Platonic Touch

Aries- Gentle headlock, Ambush hug, Giving a scalp massage, Resting foreheads together, and Fist bump. 

Taurus- Brushing hair out of someone’s face, Giving a back massage, Pinkie promise, and Light hug. 

Gemini- Hand holding, Painting someone’s nails, Pinkie promise, Initiate a tickle fight, and showing someone how to hold or throw something. 

Cancer- Inviting hug, Forehead kiss, Leaning their head on someone’s shoulder, Using shoulder as a pillow, Pinkie promise, and Sharing a bed. 

Leo- Hair Ruffle, Hair petting, Surprise hug, Offering their snack,  Kissing the back of someone’s hand, High five, and Fist bump. 

Virgo- Head in lap, Fixing shirt collar or Fixing a clothing tag, Brushing lint off of, and Pinkie promise. 

Libra- Across the Shoulder hug, Offering their drink, Hair brushing, and Sharing a blanket. 

Scorpio- Carrying while half asleep, Cheek kiss, Pushing glasses into place, Crawling into bed with, Pinkie promise, and a Secret handshake. 

Sagittarius- Booping the nose, Poking with fingers/toes, High five, and Initiate a tickle fight. 

Capricorn- Pulling someone into their lap, Carrying while half asleep, and Rubbing circles on someone’s back. 

Aquarius- Shoulder Clasp, Kissing the back of someone’s hand, Booping the nose, High five, Fist bump, and a Secret handshake.

Pisces- Full body lean, Feet in lap, Tying someone’s shoes, Giving a foot massage, and Touching noses together. 

a bunch of soft klance headcanons!!

  • so despite everyone on the team thinking keith is super in shape and healthy, keith is actually on the thin side due to forgetting/being unable to eat while living in his shack. so after the Pool Scene, lance keeps thinking about the way keith’s ribs poked through his skin and how he’s noticed keith forgetting to come to meals
  • after this, lance finds himself standing at keith’s door with an extra bowl of goo, a little sweaty with nerves because what if keith laughs at him? what if he’s making his feelings too obvious?
  • keith opens the door to see a sheepish boy standing before him, who stutters through excuses, forcibly ladens keith with food and leaves, tripping over his feet a few times as he does so
  • keith is still, a bowl in his hands and suddenly realizing that he’s been hungry for hours. and lance.. knew? lance cared? 
  • just think about keith realizing that all the things he thought were lance being obnoxious were really just hidden ways of looking after him. he’d thought the rocks lance had put in his bed were there as a prank, but lance had left them there as a gift after seeing keith picking them up on a planet they’d visited. lance shutting down the simulator while keith was training was him wanting keith to stop overexerting himself!!!
  • so keith sits on the floor with his back against the wall, fingers tight around the bowl that lance had touched, that lance had brought for him, because he cared about him…. and feels something warm and new rise in his chest
  • he doesn’t think about it for a while, as they go into battle and emerge victorious time after time, lance’s reverberating whoops loud and vibrant in his ears
  • they leave their lions after a particularly hard fight, surging with energy and life, their smiles big and their hair sweaty and tussled when they tear off their helmets
  • they find each other after exiting their hangers, and while shiro congratulates keith for keeping his head, lance bumps his shoulder with a grin. his face is warm, his eyes are glinting but soft
  • keith… keith melts
  • lance touches his hair, combing his hands through the strands with a tender look on his face
  • “your hair’s all messy,” he says, and keith feels a momentary flush pass over his face before lance is pulling him gently out of the room and down the corridor
  • “what are you doing?” keith askes as he’s lead into the bathroom. lance just smiles and says, “i wanna wash your hair.”
  • despite having lived alone for so long, and being used to relying only on himself, there’s something about lance caring for him that feels less intrusive and more… natural. soft. loving.
  • keith never knew he’d ever want something as simple as someone caring about him, completely and unselfishly, but he’s okay with that. the feeling of lance’s hands on him as he rubs behind keith’s ear with a dorky laugh and a quick joke is more than enough to free him from any doubts
  • keith doesn’t want to be a burden, but god, how he loves being loved by lance.
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this is my gif from my personal blog btw :)

A/N: I’m a ho for highschool!bts so I began writing a series literally nobody asked for so this is part 1 of ?

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: language, implied sexy stuff(?), fuckboy!jungkook 

[pt.2] [pt.3] [pt.4] [pt.5] [pt.6] [pt.7] [pt.8] [pt.9] [pt.10] [pt.11] [pt.12] [pt.13]

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and when that voice starts to whisper “you’ve come so far,”

listen, do you know who you are?

  • Marinette: You are absolutely unbearable!
  • Adrien: Is that right?
  • Marinette: I can't believe you would say something like that.
  • Adrien: I am only speaking the truth! The fact that you won't accept it is on you.
  • (Nino walks in, alya looks absolutely stunned)
  • Nino: Is the perfect couple having an argument. Did I bump my head?
  • Alya: No, they are arguing.
  • Nino: What could these two possibly be arguing about.
  • Alya: About which one of them is the most amazing. Adrien says it is Marinette, Marinette says it is Adrien.
  • Nino: (Sighs) Of course they would

Here’s an unsolicited headcanon that literally nobody asked for:

I’m a big proponent of the idea that to make your relationship a healthy one, you’ve got to accept the fact that sometimes the person you love is going to be petty. Sometimes you’re going to be petty. We’re all petty sometimes.

But Viktor and Yuuri are petty in very different ways.

Viktor is petty in that he still says things like, “You just wouldn’t understand,” instead of trying to explain himself because that’s what he went so long doing. He also has a bad habit of taking it personally when Yuuri doesn’t comment positively on a new shirt or pair of pants. And, of course, like Yuuri and his Bad Tie, Viktor is constantly running a monologue under his breath about the bad fashion choices of those around him.

“Orange is not your color, honey,” Viktor mumbles under his breath, referring to a woman walking past them wearing an orange-paisley pantsuit.

Even Yuuri can agree that it’s hideous, but he’s not sure why Viktor feels the need to point it out. Someday, somehow, someone is going to hear him, and he’s going to have to talk a person out of punching his husband in the face.

“You did a spread in Teen Vogue where you wore safety-monitor-orange pants and a neon green shirt,” Yuuri tells him, remembering it vividly because it was horrible and awful but that didn’t stop fourteen-year-old Yuuri from keeping it shoved under his pillow for…purposes.

“Ugh,” is Viktor’s succinct reply.

Viktor being petty about fashion makes sense to Yuuri, though. In a weird sort of way.

Likewise, it makes sense to Viktor that Yuuri is petty about food.

See, this is a learning curve for Viktor because his Yuuri is a sweet, beautiful and loyal person but he would probably get into a physical fight with someone over his favorite foods? Like, the first time Viktor eats the last of Yuuri’s favorite frozen yogurt Yuuri won’t let him touch him when they go to bed. 

This is such an odd concept for Viktor because his whole life it’s been like, “Oh? You want some of my food? Yes, here!” If it will make someone happy, Viktor would forfeit his favorite part of any dish so that a person he loves could have a moment of joy.

Yuuri on the other hand, sometimes warily stares at Viktor for a full ten seconds before allowing him to reach in and grab a (Small, Viktor) handful of the chips he’s eating.

“We’re married,” Viktor pouts, munching slowly on the four (4) whole cheesy poofs Yuuri allowed him.

“And?” Yuuri says, staring with determination at the television.

“I promise to love and support–”

“I am loving and supporting you,” Yuuri says. “You’re not married to my cheesy poofs. They don’t have to.”

This is the point at which Viktor usually lunges for the bag, and the aforementioned physical fight usually happens. Yuuri and Viktor usually look up from the subsequent heavy petting session twenty minutes later to realize that Makkachin has eaten the remaining chips and is now walking around with the bag on his head, bumping into the walls.

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Thurston got what he wanted so now he is using positive reinforcement on his poppa. He likes bumping heads together for some reason 🤷‍♂️

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…but they bump heads like anyone. Don’t you ever bump heads with your friends? But they always come back to, you know, a place of mutual respect of each other.
— 

Katie McGrath 

And with this single sentence, the rare lesser striped cryptid McGrath has awoke from hibernation to pinpoint the largest difference between Kara and Lena’s dynamic and Kara and Mon-El’s. Yeah, they may fight or have differing opinions sometimes, but Lena and Kara’s mutual respect allows them to see things from the other perspective and resolve their issues together. 
Kara and Mon-nom however, don’t have the mutual respect because Mon-ew doesn’t respect her. He invalidates her career, degrades her in public and even trespasses into Kara’s own home because he lacks the capacity to respect Kara, or any woman for that matter. It’s why he left that girl he’d slept with on Daxam to die, how he could manipulate Eve without giving it a second thought, why he announced their relationship status at the DEO after Kara asked him not to, and why he moved on .2 seconds after Kara said she wasn’t interested. After all, “things were easier on Daxam where I objectified women and didn’t care about anyone.”

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Someone save Solas from Miel.

Hi! My name is Cody and here’s my story - my person died and I ended up at the city shelter at the age of 17.

I was adopted out from the city shelter, but it wasn’t working out with the resident kitty. Fortunately my adopter knew about the amazing friends at @givemesheltersf in San Francisco, and they not only took me, they asked YOU to help me!

Can you share me so I can find a home that will keep me the rest of my life? I’m a lovable, sweet boy and I promise to give you lots of love in return if you take care of me.

Here are some things my foster mom says about me:

- I’m easy going
- I LOVE to lie next to my foster mom and sleep by her head
- I LOVE to eat and have a great appetite
- I’m a sweet companion
-I LOVE to have my head rubbed

One more thing you should know about me - I take a twice-daily medication for hyperthyroidsim. Good news, I take it in my food and it’s quite economical. Please give me a chance!

To meet me or find out more, email maria@givemesheltersf.org

Not near San Francisco? A reblog is worth my best head-bump! 🐾💕

Love, Cody

Day One: Homesickness

Thought I’d start off @vldangstweek with something that turns from angsty to fluffy, just because, based on the rest of this weeks prompts, it’s gonna get waaayyyy angstier (knowing me, anyway). Everything will be tagged with vldangstweek and any of my usual angst tags (angst, langst, klangst, etc)

Let my children go home, they’re stressed and tired (under a cut for length).


“Come on Lance, one more time! You need to defeat this gladiator before I can allow anyone to go to dinner!” Allura shouted down from the observation deck.

The quiet groans of his teammates filled his head and Lance winced, stepping back to stand his ground against the bot attacking him. His vision wavered over his helmet and his fingers trembled against his bayard, unable to form it because of the close range combat style. He grunted, rolling as the bot dove for him, sweeping it’s legs out from under it and sending it to the ground. Briefly, he heard Hunk’s cheer of encouragement in his comms, and then the bot was back up again, charging at him.

Lance sighed, side stepping the bot and pressing his shaking hands to his head, trying to stop the swimming feeling in his brain, the burn at the back of his throat and eyes, the tightness in his chest. He took a hit, hard, and fell backwards onto his ass, teeth clacking together.

“Dude, seriously, we’re starving!” Pidge called out. “You need to beat this!”

Lance took a shaky breath, shooting a glare at the deck. “You want me to beat it? Fine. I’ll beat it.”

Before the bot could get any closer, Lance whipped out his bayard, transforming it in the process and ignoring Allura’s shouts of this being a hand to hand fight. Within seconds, the bot was in a smoking heap on the floor and Lance was shaking, sweat curling down his forehead. Allura stormed out of the observation deck and onto the main floor, eyebrows furrowed. “That was not the assignment, Lance. You’ll have to do it again.”

“No.”

“Excuse me?”

Lance ripped off his helmet and chucked it to the ground. When he looked up, Allura took a step back at the ferocity in his face, the tears in his eyes. “I said, no. I’m not doing this bull shit anymore. They’re not either,” he snapped, pointing towards the deck. “You don’t get to treat us this way, we’re the only reason you’re not dead or still in those stupid pods. You called us family, Allura.”

His voice broke and his lip quivered as he stumbled back, shaking his head. “You don’t get to treat family like this. Not when we’re doing all of this for you.”

He swallowed and spun on his heel, storming from the room. Allura hesitated, glancing back at the deck only to find the rest of the paladins and Coran standing behind her. She studied the group, noted the lines on their faces and the bags under their eyes, and frowned. “Do you all agree with him?”

They remained silent for a moment, glancing at each other. Hunk spoke up first, his voice gentle. “Yeah. I do, at least.”

“Me too,” Pidge piped up, staring at the floor and fiddling with her bayard.

Keith nodded silently, rubbing a hand up and down one arm and looking off to the side. Hunk huffed. “Allura, we…I would say we’re homesick, but I don’t know if that covers all of us.”

“We’re Earth sick,” Keith offered. “And Lance…”

Shiro spoke for the first time. “Lance has the most family to miss out of the five of us.”

“And honestly?” Hunk muttered. “You yelling all the time, you pushing him, and us, all the time? No breaks, no relaxation time at all? I’m amazed he didn’t snap before this.”

Allura swallowed. “I’m…”

“It’s okay,” Hunk promised. “We understand, you want to stop the Galra, stop Zarkon.”

“But you have to remember that we’re all volunteering to do this,” Pidge said, fidgeting from foot to foot. “There’s nothing keeping anyone here other than empathy. Don’t give Lance a reason to stop caring, or he will leave.”

Allura bit her lip and glanced over her shoulder. “I should go-”

“No,” Keith said firmly, stepping forwards and resting a hand on Allura’s arm. “We got this. You two go get dinner.”

She and Coran studied the paladins for a moment before nodding in agreement and leaving the training deck.

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