blazeeblake  asked:

Fluffy headcanon: After he accidentally ruins several shows for them, Sam and Dean have to explain the concept of Spoilers to Cas. He ends up using it to preface anything he has to say about pop culture and sometimes even hunts. “Spoiler alert, she did not survive.” “Cas, that’s not how that works.” And of course, Dean acts annoyed but quietly thinks it’s adorable. Sam doesn’t notice the smile his brother keeps trying to pull back because he’s still trying to gently help Cas understand.

Accidental Joke..

Alright so I was talking to a friend, and he and I were discussing if Geno can really be considered half dead, or if that would go against the canon of Aftertale.

And I said, Not aware of what I was implying, that I saw Geno as “Inbetween Life and Death”

… I didn’t realize what I had said until he fell over laughing-

queertrashmouth  asked:

prompt: stan accidentally lets it slip to eddie that richie has a major crush on him

- ok I imagine Stan and Eddie sitting in the booth of some old fashioned diner

- Stan has a vanilla milkshake and Eddie has strawberry

- that’s irrelevant but anyway

- it was supposed to be a study session for their test tomorrow but like fucking always, Eddie is talking about something Richie said

- now Stan is so patient he could literally watch paint dry

- but he has had it up to here with his friends being stupid and obvious so he just fuckin goes for it

- “you know, maybe you should go do this at Richie’s house?”

- “um Richie’s not even in our bio class, stupid”

- “maybe not but he’s been dying to study your anatomy since 8th grade”

- Eddie goes about 20 different shades of red

- and Stan, the little shit, just casually sips his milkshake like “whoops did I say that out loud”

- when Eddie calms down enough to ask questions, he’s talking about 100 miles per minute

- “Did Richie really say that? Does he talk about me often? I’m gonna have a panic attack. Wait I thought he liked girls. You’re his best friend you’d know oh my GOD I’ll die if he likes me Stan I’ll just DIE”

- and Stan is honestly kinda taken aback bc sure he knew Eddie had a crush but turns out he’s just as head over heels as trashmouth is

- “oh so you love him too?”

- cue a borderline cartoonish spittake of Eddie’s milkshake

- “LOVE??!!?!?!??!?!?!”

- Eddie flies outta that diner so fast

- fuck the bio test

- fuck everything

- he’s getting to Richie’s house if it kills him

- and Stan’s still sitting there, figures he might as well order a burger for a job well done 

- the waitress is almost a little scared bc she’s never seen anybody look so damn smug

(keep the requests coming people, I’m slowly but surely getting to them)

Headcanon when Yurio accidentally overheard Victor and Yuuri having sex, Victor were groaning screaming and chanting Yuuri’s name like crazy. But since Yurio’s name with Yuuri’s were pronounced the same way, he got embarrassed, disgusted, and couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Until one day someone (perhaps Victor) was calling him: Yuriiiii…
Yurio: Please don’t call me that. Do not do that. You can call me Yurio, Yura, Plisetsky, or even Russian Fairy for all i care, DO NOT CALL ME BY MY REAL NAME UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE

Batfam cleaning headcanons
  • Dick once accidentally sucked up Tim’s iPad charger with the vacuum. 
  • Damian once intentionally attacked Tim with the vacuum. They ended up having to cut his hair just to set him loose and Tim was not happy.
  • When told to clean his room, Jason would, without fail, stuff everything into the closet and drawers… only to be busted by Alfred. 
  • Cass tends to do the same thing at her place, but more because she genuinely thinks she’s cleaning? Alfred is appalled when he opens a closet door and Literally Everything pours out.
  • Damian and Tim once had a “Windex fight”. 
  • Dick is really bad for not pointing the nozzle in the right direction when dusting or cleaning, and has sprayed himself in the eye many, many times. 
  • Jason once mopped the kitchen and forgot to tell anyone… so Bruce came back from patrol and slipped, falling face-down on the floor. When confronted, Jason shrugged and said that if Bruce had let him go on patrol “this wouldn’t have been a problem”. 
  • There is an ongoing competition to see who can scare Damian while he’s cleaning and wearing his headphones the most. Dick is currently winning with 7 confirmed scares. 
  • Eight-year-old Dick being made to do the occasional chore (at the behest of Bruce, “to teach him the values of diligence and hard work”) and singing “It’s The Hard-knock Life” from Annie just to piss of Alfred and Bruce. It works. 
  • Dick fell out of a window once when he was cleaning one of the top floor windows. Tried to do it again because he claimed it was “good practice”. 
  • Steph is forbidden from cleaning or touching anything in Wayne Manor after breaking a rare, antique vase that cost $1.2 million. She’s allowed to sit on the couch though.
  • Babs definitely stress cleans. Like, everything in sight. Don’t leave your stuff out when Babs gets really stressed because she will probably throw it away.
  • Dick dances and sings while he cleans, which means it takes him much longer and gets on everyone’s nerves because it’s usually cheesy pop or 80′s tunes. 
  • Bruce once took it upon himself to clean his own shower and Alfred found him laying on the bathroom floor, barely conscious, a strong fume permeating the room:
  • Alfred: *coughing through the fumes* Master Bruce! What on earth is— is that fear toxin?! Laughing gas? 
  • Bruce: No… *weakly points to a spray container* I used too much… Cillit Bang…. 
  • Alfred: *slowly stands and leaves the room without another word*
stolen identity

persephone has always been persephone, at least to herself. she knew the story before she could read, picked it up through psychic impressions of her downstairs neighbor who was a classics professor. she knew more about gods and monsters from thousands of years ago than the world around her, and made her reality fit the formulas and tropes that her soul knew before she could speak.

persephone’s last name hasn’t always been poldma. she walked to school every morning with a girl from the brick building on the corner of her block whose entire extended family lived together in a two-bedroom apartment that always smelled like cabbage. the girl smelled like soap and starch, and she had a ruby red headband she wore everyday. on saturdays, they sat on her stoop together to look at strangers and escape the smell of cabbage.

the neighbor kids teased that they were boyfriend and girlfriend, even though when persephone was alone they teased that she was a pansy and a fairy and that she didn’t like girls at all. they weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend at all. the girl on the corner just liked to hear the stories persephone told her about the strangers that walked by, liked the way that they never seemed like strangers after she was finished.

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Spooky Bts headcanon

Namjoon: accidental poltergeist. Doesn’t mean to throw stuff or anything. But shit breaks. things fall. Moves things around and loses them. No sense of direction. Tends to get lost in own house.

Jimin: a ghost learning how to haunt. sheet over the head level scary. Soft and relatively young. Fluffy. Loves cuddling with other monsters. Is scared of humans. Hides behind Namjoon if they start talking in English.

Yoongi: tired vampire. Pale. Sharp. sleeps all day. Has seen it all a hundred times. Is not amused. Looks weak and fragile. But could probably kill you with his tongue technology bite. Soft for his minion, a miniature poodle he has recently acquired.

Hoseok: a good banshee. Very cheerful and pure. but screams. A lot. Also loves to dance, so if you hear footsteps at midnight, he’s your man. Tends to materialize in ballrooms, dance clubs etc and leaves people wondering after he disappears.

Taehyung: friendly neighborhood witch. Always tries to be helpful. Gives kids candy and pets stranger’s dogs. But people get suspicious. Spells frequently go wrong with hilarious results. Quaint little shop in town. House emits weird noises at night.

Seokjin: Vain demon. Easily recognizable by strange laugh that he always fails to disguise. Can be summoned by looking at the mirror and chanting ‘Jin has average looks’ 3 times. Legend is he’ll come bitchslap you and say 'I’m worldwide handsome’

Jungkook: Strong-willed but misguided monster hunter, ghostbuster what have you. Looks adorable but rarely smiles. Muscles from all the training. Arrives in town for a mission and ends up befriending six idiot hyungs.

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anonymous asked:

headcanon on accidentally stealing peters sweatshirts and shirts? He's such an egg he would probably want you to take them lol... love your imagines so so much!!!!

Okay okay I’ve been sitting on this idea for a while and loved it too much to just do a headcanon list gotta comMIT so here’s a blurb whooPS :) Hope you like it <33
If you want me to redo it as a headcanon list, that can be done, too. Just say the word :) I don’t mind at all.

It smelled like him.

The warm fabric held the memories of rainy days past, cold days, days that had needed a comfy hoodie. Days that had needed Peter, days that had been filled with light and laughter and tickle fights.

Its sleeves bunched at your elbows as you propped your head in your hands, admiring the boy sitting at the desk in the corner, scratching the pencil in his curls in concentration, from your place on his bed. He held his bottom lip in between his teeth as he scanned the worksheet, brown eyes searching the page. His foot tapped habitually against the leg of the chair.

“Hey, uh, what’d you get for number four? On the Chem worksheet?”

His warm voice hugged the words, the question slipping sleepily from his lips. And you merely smiled, fighting the urge laugh.

What a dork.

With your lack of response, he turned his head to look at you, eyebrows gently raised in questioning. When he met your gaze, they furrowed and his lips hesitantly stretched into a warm smile.


“Oh, nothing,” you grinned, voice husky with adoration. “You just look really cute when you’re studying.”

A steady blush danced over the freckled bridge of his nose and he chuckled, shaking his head and momentarily turning towards the desk.

He had never been able to take compliments well, especially about his appearance. It was always a stuttery “thanks”.

“Uh, thanks,” he smiled, of course, his eyes going back to yours. His mouth held that half-smile-half-frown that lit up his jaw and he licked his lips. “But, uh, what’d you get for - for four, though? Number four?”

He rested his jaw against a closed fist, elbow sitting on the desk,  watching you shuffle through the papers laying on the blanket between your arms.



“Uh, Bromine. I think.”

“Yeah, alright, that’s what I got,” he smiled, turning back to his paper. “Thanks.”

He stuck his hand up in the air, as did you, you both mimicking a high five from opposite ends of the room. After a few more minutes of Peter working and you “studying”, the boy ran his hands over the backs of his arms. He exhaled a small breath, leg still jumping against the chair.

“It’s cold in here.”

As he rose from his seat, you stifled laughs against the neck of his hoodie, rolling the fabric in your palm. He sauntered to his closet, scratching the nape of his neck in a tired daze. He huffed with annoyance when he opened the closet to an empty hanger, a gap where his sweatshirt was supposed to be.

May!” he shouted, hand gripping the closet door, head craning to look around the corner. His curls were tousled in his hurried effort, prior to your arrival, to clear the sleep from his hair.

After a few moments of silence, Peter sighed and mumbled to himself; it was something about laundry.

“May must not have washed my hoodie yet,” he turned, pacing back over to his chair, legs rigid with goosebumps from under his plaid pajama bottoms. His hands balled in and out of fists as he attempted to warm up.

“No, she washed it,” you smiled, pulling the navy fabric over your palms, sitting your chin against them.

“Well, then where did she -“ The boy looked around the room, turning his head, sending those soft curls dancing once again.

You stifled a small giggle and he looked in your direction, brows furrowed with soft concern. And his shoulders slumped, mouth stretching into a small smile, as he surveyed the sweatshirt that hung loosely on your shoulders.

Then he was laughing with you, a sleepy chuckle drifting from his smile-drawn lips and shaking his shoulders.

“C’mon, Y/N, I’m cold. That’s mine.”

He gently raised his arms by his sides for emphasis as you made a point to burrow yourself further in the hoodie, raising your eyebrows mockingly. He shook his head, goofy, flattered smile still painted on his face, eyes crinkled with happiness.

“I’m serious,” he grinned, beginning to walk towards you. “You can’t just take my stuff whenever you want.”

“Mmhm, sure,” you smiled, biting the inside of your cheek in an attempt to keep from laughing at him. He was flattered, that much was obvious; the bridge of his nose was powdered with a steady blush and his hands played a fidgeting game with the hem of his NASA shirt. And it was cute.

He shook his head once more, chuckling, hesitantly climbing into the bed so that he was facing you.

“I’m cold, dude.”

His eyes were warm, though, the comfort of his rusted caramel building a familiar glow in your chest.

“I guess we’re just gonna have to share the hoodie,” you sighed, not even really knowing yourself what you meant. Peter began to question you, brows furrowing, lips starting to form a small “o” in concern. But you lifted up the blanket in a gesture of encouragement and, with a light laugh, he crawled up to lay next to you, supporting himself on his elbows.

His strong shoulder was warm against yours as he turned to look at you, smile still tickling his lips.

“That’s my hoodie.”

His nose was close enough to brush against yours now, as he admired you, breaths escaping honeyed, happy lips.

“You’re a dork, Y/N.”

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excuse me for going off on a tangent here

but here’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately:

being a new (or at least somewhat recent fan) to Homestuck can be such a strange and confusing experience, especially when it comes to the fandom? like the fandom is its own massive living, breathing entity in a way. it has a solid 7 years of inside jokes, theories, AUs, popular fan content, cliques & clubs, established and built-upon fanon, and of course, heavily debated Discourse™ that would take months to scratch the surface of if you’re unfamiliar with it.

for someone unexperienced who was never there for that, who comes in all fresh and unknowing of the lurking behemoth that is The Fandom Of Years Past, it’s overwhelming and kind of intimidating to just jump right into it. you never know if some headcanon you thought up will accidentally step on the toes of established fans. if some idea you have has already been done countless times before by much more skilled people. if something you say or do out of ignorance will be perceived as a microagression you will never step out of because you just truly didn’t have a clue

even for me— someone who’s been in this fandom for about a year now— I still learn new facts, or see popular content for the first time, or read about a hotly debated topic I’d never considered, on a near daily basis. I worry a lot about whether or not I’ve unthinkingly pissed someone off with my lack of knowledge, or rehashed a stale and unoriginal idea that older fans are already bored of seeing. I can only imagine I’m not alone in that either

I don’t think there’s any way to accurately or properly encapsulate the experience or knowledge of the older fandom for newer fans, but I really wish there was.

Headcanon: If the SLBP guys accidentally time travelled to the future (part 1)

A.N: A imagine from me XD I admit I am beyond bored in my class 😂😂😂

Tagging @jemchew , and @rainbowatnight (SURPRISE HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER

Will post part 2 with 4 other lords soon!)



• You thought he would freak out

• seeing that he was in a wholly, different, weird, alienic world than his

• But

• “I demand you to show me this fortress of yours now.”

• Not only he is not freaking out; he has a smug look on

• “Excuse me?”

• “Is my orders that difficult to grasp you insolent woman?”

• “No, I meant why in hell should I even show you every corner of my house!” You snapped back

• “What, you dare defy my orders?”

• You groaned

• well you should show him who’s the big shot or that big head of his is going to get bigger

• “Yes, so?”

• Nobunaga widened his eyes.

• Did she, a lowly misbehaved insolent idiotic woman just spoke back at him?

• “Now, Mister Oda Nobunaga, three things you should know is-” You cleared your throat “First, I am the person who brought you in after you crashed on my roof so you have no right in hell to get rude at me. Second, you shall not call me INSOLENT. Third, I am the boss here and I make the rules. You overcross them, out. UNDERSTOOD?”

• Okay maybe he’d underestimated the people in this world.

• they sure had a short fused temper.

• “…understood.”

• Well he would go along for this once

• plainly because he isn’t familiar with this place.

• When he is

• You are going to get it from him.

• “So” you handed a broom, a mop and a bucket to him and he looked at you, puzzled.

• “Why are you giving me this-”

• “Did you expect me to clean the mess you made?” You gestured at the pile of debris from the broken roof.

• He glared at you

• “Woman, do you even know who I a-”

• “Oda Nobunaga, yes. So go clean up.”

• He stared at you

• and you gave him the finger before strutting away to your room in all your glory

• leaving him with a mop

• a broom

• a bucket

• a pile of debris

• and a raging feel to strangle you on sight.

• Forget about the whole get-it-from-him part

• he is going to kill you


• “What is this?”

• “Uh… a toaster?”

• He looked at you quizzically, finger still pointing at the recently identified object known as toaster.

• “What is it used for…?”

• “Uh…” you pondered “…for toasting bread..?”

• The question mime isn’t finished yet, though.

• “…may I ask how to operate it-”

Thought you’d never ask… you smirked to yourself.

• You eagerly grabbed two slices of bread and showed him how to use the toaster

• “See… when you hear a ‘ding’, it means the bread is already uh…. suitable for eating.”

• “Really? But…” He pointed at the pieces of brownish deliciously looking toast. “…they don’t look edible to me…”

• “Huh?” You looked at him mouth gaping and he gave you a apologetic look

• “It has…. quite a unpleasant colour… Mmph-!”

• You stuffed a slice of the ‘unpleasantly coloured’ bread into his mouth before he even get to finish his sentence and he gave you a look of shell shocked hesitation. You cheshire grinned up at him

• “Don’t knock it until you try it~~~”

• You winked at him playfully, and with a sigh

• *chomps*

• he bit into the crunchy brownish roasted grain and

• “!!!”

• Wow

• You thought to yourself

• this is the first time you saw a person, a real one, looking so… sparkly eyed by eating a toasted piece of plain bread

• His eyes could outshone a billion stars and power up every solar panel in Japan with their blinding realization of the taste of

• the legendary toast

• Yes

• That’s gotta be it

• “May I… have another piece?” He shyly (not shyly) raised his empty but crumb-filled hand in eagerness and embarrassment.

• You smiled at him and grabbed a loaf off the dining table

• “Sure!” You squeaked and he smiled back

• Moral value of the story

• no one could ever resist toast

• not even the legendary perfect af Mitsuhide.

• *evil cackle*


• “G-gaah….”

• You deadpanned

• “Yukimura… for God’s sake please stop staring at those girls they’d probably think you are a pervert-”

• “Bu-but… they… woman… dressed… legs…. GAH!!!!!” He shrieked hyper high pitched after blubbering a mess of jumbled words into a full (or maybe half) sentence to you, face redder than chillies

• You sighed

• maybe it was a bad idea bringing him with you

• But you just wanted to buy some clothes for him at the nearest shopping centre - he couldn’t go full on cosplay 24/7, absolutely no

• and

• he did said that…

*30 minutes ago*

• “I REFUSE TO LET A WOMAN WANDER ON THE STREETS ALONE AT NIGHT!!!!! As a man, it is my responsibility to protect you!”

• “But- ”

• “I won’t hear any of this! I’ll just tag along and you do your thing!” Yukimura straightened his back confidently


• …just like that

• but now you are not that certain who is the protector

• Who would know that Yukimura would be so terrified of women in skimpy miniskirts?

• “W-why do they… wear so… thin…”

• You looked at Yukimura who is turning pale-ish with scarlet tints to the ears

• …looks like you gotta get him outta here or the poor boy is going to combust

• “Yukimura, come here” You tugged on his arm forcefully, intending to lead him to a nearby department

• “GAH!!”

• You looked back at him, a huge question mark forming on your head

• “I- I can walk on my.. own…” Yukimura said, face darkened into a more prominent shade of scarlet than you thought possible, prying his arm away from yours and walked awkwardly towards a store.

• “Yukimura,”

• He almost jumped at the mention of his name

• “Y-yes!”

• “The clothing department’s this way”

• “O-oh… ok.”

• You almost laughed but you pinched yourself to hide it

• what a flustered cinnamon he is


• “….little lady…”

• “What is it Saizo” you called out, hands fumbling over some stray pins and rubber bands on your hair

• “Your device is singing”

• Saizo spoke, monotone as always

• “Just ignore it” You said, holding a pin with your mouth due to your already full hands “-oh wait, can you tell me the words on my phone?”

• Saizo glanced at the black device that had just sprinted bright with life and music “Mom.”

• “Ogh mom..” You mumbled, hairpin still between your teeth when it dawned on you

• “WAIT MOM?!!!”

• There was a violent thud, some crashing


• You sprinted towards Saizo, grabbed the phone from his hands and received the call

• “Hello? Mom??” you tucked a hand in your disheveled hair

• Saizo looked at you indifferently, watching your face gradually becoming pale

• “NO….! MOM NO…! Don’t come please I am not ready how many times had I told you I DONT HAVE A BOYFRIEND IT IS TRUE THAN THE FACT YOU ARE MY MOTHER”

• well Saizo had a hunch that things are going to be entertaining in a sense

• “MOM…! NO-” you paused your yelling, and stared in disbelief at your phone

• She had hung up on you

• she is coming

• right now

• and

• You looked at Saizo


• as expected, Saizo merely shrugged

• “Why should I?”

• You groaned

• “Please…. HELP… or if she sees you you and me are going to die”

• He raised a eyebrow, clearly amused “and why is that?”

• You almost pulled out your hair

• “Saizo, I AM SERIOUS. If she sees you… then… you are going to…”

• “What?”

• “become… my… boyfriend… or let’s just say… fiance… because my mom came to keep an eye on me and… she is kinda… anxious in marrying me to any guy…”

• Now it was his turn to look at you

• “No.”


• “I don’t-” Saizo’s speech was interrupted by a roar that suspiciously sounded like a engine from your lawn and you spotted a suspiciously familiar looking car just outside….

• “I DONT CARE ANYMORE YOU ARE GOING WITH ME!” you screamed, grabbed his hand

• pushed him in a closet, and locked it

• The door popped open and out came your mom

• “DARLINGGGG how are you lately!!!”

•You sweatdropped at the sight of her imposing image and Saizo’s attempts to get out of the locked closet

• “Uh… just fine mom!” you piped up when you hear a loud thump from the closet behind you

• “Um sweetie what was that?”

• You gave a good kick to the closet beside you