hooray for headcanons!

Power outages in Gotham
  • *laying on the floor staring at the ceiling being bored out of his mind*
  • Joker: "Are we done now?"
  • Harley: "Of course not! This is only half of my board games and we haven't even gotten to the puzzles yet!"
  • *reaches under the bed and pulls out a huge stack of 1000 piece puzzles*
  • Joker: "Put me out of my misery..."
  • *jokingly reaches for his gun*
  • Harley: "PLAY WITH ME!"
  • *throws a puzzle piece at his head*
  • Joker: "I feel like I'm bleeding. I'm bleeding, aren't I?!"
  • Harley: "You're not bleedin' ya drama queen! Now get over here and help me find the corners."
  • Joker: *groans and drags himself back over reluctantly*
Hawk-Guy
  • I have a headcanon that, when meeting other superheroes for the first time, Clint Barton waits until they're just about to say their name and then deliberately turns off his hearing aids just to mess with them.
  • ***
  • The Punisher
  • Hawkeye: You're... The Undershirt? I dunno, man; I'm sorry, but that just doesn't sound very intimidating.
  • Punisher: No, I said that I'm The Punisher!
  • Hawkeye: You purchased what, now?
  • Punisher: Black Widow wasn't exaggerating about you...
  • Wolverine
  • Hawkeye: You're Walgreen's? Isn't that some sort of copyright issue? I mean, I'd hate to see the paperwork for those naming rights, y'know?
  • Wolverine: I am not Walgreen's. I am Wolverine.
  • Hawkeye: Maybelline? Impressive, I thought that one would be even harder to get ahold of. Makes a statement about gender and social constructs, though, so there's that.
  • Wolverine: Kinda wish we weren't working on the same side right about now...
  • Hawkeye: *has hearing aids back on* Why's that?
  • Wolverine: So I could get away with stabbing you.
  • Spiderman
  • Hawkeye: Diaper Pan? Kid, I would seriously reconsider that name if I were you.
  • Spiderman: You literally JUST saw me web-swinging around New York City, I KNOW you can figure out what my name is! I am Spiderman, okay? Spiderman!
  • Hawkeye: Diaphram? You have sound powers or something?
  • Spiderman: How did you even hear -- SPIDER. MAN.
  • Hawkeye: Ohhh, so you're a bug dude!
  • Spiderman: Spiders aren't even bugs. They're arachnids. How many times do I have to tell people that? Do I have to hold some kind of insect vs. arachnid seminar for the whole freakin' city or something? This is getting ridiculous, I can't believe...!
  • Hawkeye: *self-satisfied smirk*

gryff-grffy-hooray  asked:

Yo, ok so I had a stupid head cannon thing and I just ok. Imagine meeting the marauders on the train first year, then imagine being such good friends with them and Remus that you become an animagi with the rest of them, then imagine that ur animagi is a horse, then imagine that later that year you start dating Sirius and later marrying him then imagine that for the best man speech Remus told him about a muggle book called, ready for it..... BLACK BEAUTY and hence a new nickname appears

Aw, that’s very clever and cute! xx

mouseonthepiano  asked:

i want!! a gloomverse drabble!!!! about the judge repressing her feelings. GO.

 Smile.

Sometimes she wondered what it was like to smile.

She knew how, once- When she was much younger, when she could sneak into alleyways or empty rooms just to laugh behind her parent’s back. She found joy in little things- A taste of illegally imported Gloomversian jam, a forbidden novel documenting life outside of her home country… She remembered spending hours curled up under her starchy bed sheets absorbing all of that information with wide eyes, each new page bringing a new wonder to her imagination.

She’d picture herself in those open fields, laying back in the dandelions and watching the clouds as they floated past. The girl had a knack for pointing out images they formed- A knack she’d learned to keep to herself, unfortunately.

While she saw a cat, everyone else just saw a cloud.

She never understood why they wanted her to see a cloud, too.

Those endless nights spent investing her mind and soul into flicking through the pages made up some of her best memories- No rules, no reprimands. Just her, and the wide Gloomversian landscape.

She’d smiled then.

“Lady Judge?”

Her eyes open as the voice snaps her out of her daydream, and the woman glances up to see her ambassador standing before her- A slight girl with messy hair, bad at keeping her emotions in check- not at all a perfect Inversian by most standards.

“Yes, Yma?”

Yma pauses a moment before falling into a bow, hands held respectfully in front of her head in the typical Inversian sign of respect. “I did not wish to disturb you, our most honourable one- But it is late. I must remind you that it is past curfew, and you have many meetings tomorrow-”

“I know,” The older woman mutters, standing perhaps a bit too abruptly- Yma glances up in dumb surprise at the sudden movement, a small frown on her otherwise blank features. She must have noticed her own actions a second after, for she quickly ducks her head back down with a slight tremor.

“I-I meant absolutely no disrespect-!”

“I know,” The world leader repeats, voice steadier. She turns to sweep the paperwork she’d been working on into a neat pile, stashing it in a drawer that she locked shut with ease. She wasn’t an idiot by any means- she knew that there were people in her court that would usurp her without a moment’s hesitation, and leaving vital paperwork out in the open was just one way to make it easier for them.

She takes long strides to the door, watching from the corner of her eye as Yma scrambles to step in front and open the door for her. The girl played dumb, the woman thought to herself, but behind that emotional exterior was one hell of a manipulator.

“Yma, you are dismissed.”

“Yes, my Lady Judge.”

It wasn’t a long walk to her private quarters, passing by the guards she had stationed and locking the barren door behind her, shoulders slumping a touch as she clicks the lock shut.

She was alone.

She found herself kneeling by her bed almost on autopilot, rummaging around until her fingers grasped the edge of a box, quickly sliding it from its resting place and reaching inside to pull out the familiar leather-bound book, intricate gold lettering sprawling across the cover like glittering spiderwebs-
‘Professor Gregory Boab’s Guide to the Unknown: Gloomverse’.

The book was probably decades old, though it looked closer to a century, and was written by an Ecoversian explorer, as far as the woman knew. He was one of the first Ecoversians to actually step foot in the foreign country of Gloomverse, and his excitement at the new sights and sounds could easily be picked up from the words he used. Often it seemed more like a diary than a guide.

Carefully opening the book, the leader let herself get lost in those faded colours, still so bright compared to the dull monochromatic world she was used to despite the worn pages.

The dull ache in her chest that she had grown so used to- Enough so that she barely ever noticed it anymore- Grew until she found herself having to blink to be able to see clearly, tiny wet patches appearing on the paper in her lap.

What?

Snapping the book shut and quickly pushing it off her lap, she slips a glove off to gently touch her cheek- Wet… Was she crying? She couldn’t even tell anymore, years of suppressing her emotions making them disjointed and hard to pinpoint- Was this sadness? Using the bed as support, she stood and hurried to the mirror set upon the wall by her dresser. Blue eyes stared back at her, damp from tears yet to spill- This was sadness, she could remember it now. Sadness, longing, a pain that spread through her body and stole her breath away.

It hurt.

It was painful.

It was what, as a nation, Inverse strove to avoid.


She smiled.



:D hope this is ok!! I’ve never written Judge before, and this isn’t proofread so let’s hope it’s half decent lmao

Also we know like nothing about her so hooray for headcanons,, I tried not to use her name unless necessary for ~symbolism~ heck yea

Word Count: 832

[Gloomverse belongs to @loverofpiggies!!]

205: Double D is a trans boy. What he’s hiding under his hat is just normal hair, but since he’s an AFAB, it’s long, feminine hair, and he can’t get a haircut due to his negligent parents. Only the other two Eds know about it, and they keep it a secret from others (especially Kevin the transphobe).

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Engagement Cat

So, another headcanon was developed today by @ravenisthegem and myself. 

Steve has finally realized he wants to spend the rest of his life with Tony and wants him to be his and no one else’s. He talks it through with the team and they agree wholeheartedly that Steve should pop the question to Tony who they all know is going to say yes, yes, a thousand times yes

So, the plan begins and Steve constructs a way of proposing to his beloved in one of the best possible ways ever.

It all goes down when Tony comes back from the workshop and he’s come up for a break because he’s promised Steve that he would take more of those as well as meet him for lunch as well as dinner. Breakfast COULD be overlooked if what Tony was working on was important and had a fast approaching deadline. 

What Tony doesn’t expect to see is a small kitten laying on their bed, its big blue eyes blinking at him before it lets out a small ‘meow’. Tony is so confused but he approaches the animal with a soft smile before kneeling down and petting the little guy fondly as he softly coos at the kitten who purrs and nuzzles into his palm. 

It is then he catches sight of the red color lined with the gold and he notices a ring attached it and a tag. His heart beats heavily against his chest and takes hold of the tag before slowly turning it around. 

It reads: Tony Stark-Rogers?

Then he hears a slight cough and turns around to see Steve kneeling down behind him on one knee with loving smile gracing his handsome features. Tony doesn’t even wait for Steve to ask the question as he leaps into the blond’s arms, knocking them both over as Tony says ‘Yes, you stupid sap! Yes!’ and Steve has never felt happier in his life as he embraces the male in his arms so tightly.

The cat is given the name Sarah and it slowly starts becoming the ‘Engagement Cat’ before every time a couple sees it, they get engaged. 

Natasha, who is a long and beautiful relationship with Bucky, catches sight of the cat and the couple of weeks later, Bucky is down on one knee, asking her the question and she refuses to admit that she cried out of happiness. 

Jane sees Sarah and soon enough, Thor is popping the question and they head off to Asgard to plan their weddings which will consist of an Asgard wedding and an Earth Wedding. (Frigga is still alive, goddamnit!)

Pepper offers to take Sarah for the weekend as Steve and Tony go off for their long weekend away, and then Happy is asking for her hand in marriage. 

Coulson tries to stay clear from the cat but it doesn’t work as Sarah becomes attached to the agent and Clint drops down from the skies and literally onto one knee. 

Blame the cat, she started it.

anonymous asked:

hey maybe a dumb question and i don't wanna take up too much of your time but do you have any fic recs for mcspirk where it's primarily focused on jim?? tbh any fic recs you have regarding jim at all (any pairing) would be a dream!!! tysm

oh anon, I hope you won’t be mad for my delay to answer. Cuz I really want to rec some good-quality fics for u.

Unfortunately, due to my… weird trigger point, I haven’t been able to read many long slash fics (I basically only read fics have >20k words and rarely bookmark one-shots); I’m a strictly bottom!Jim person; can’t even read switch! I know it sounds more authentic if the couple does switch, but… what can I say, I’m not reading LGBT literature here!! So I don’t even need their sex life to be realistic I just wanna some delicious bottom!Jim. And for me, to imagine either Bones or Spock to say something like “I want you to fuck me” or spread their legs wide… for anyone… is my personal apocalypse… So, umm, to avoid being triggered, I’d rather read gen fics. But, trust me, gen fics are gems! They often have beautiful character portrayal and amazing plots. There’re so many great gen fics focused on Jim and have a great triumvirate dynamic that centered around the captain. Phew! Why am I ranting here… just… ignore me.

anyhow, here are some fics I’d rec:

★McSpirk: (unfortunately to me McSpirk means Jim and his two husbands… namely one sweet ass and two generous cocks… so you can imagine, there aren’t many fics fit my category since I can’t handle one second of spones sex… so these are mostly one-shots)

Always Watching You by  heeroluva (I’d rec u check the author’s page, she has some other hot fics and she seems like bottom!kirk only)

Private Dancer by  PUTIGRESS2012 (a kink-meme fill; McCoy & Spock find out that Kirk used to be a stripper! And are jealous and demand a private show. )

Jim Kirk: Dropping Eaves and Eaves Get Dropped by  kyliselle (I’d rec this author, too; since she’s another wonderful person that does only bottom!kirk)

Could Only Handle So Much by  Maifai (this is a really new one and it’s currently WIP; the tag here is not actually mcspirk but rather James T. Kirk/Spock & James T. Kirk/Leonard “Bones” McCoy (even better if u ask me), but I really love this fic so I have to rec it!)

★Spirk: (also featuring some fantastic protective grumpy bones) 

Atlas by  Angel Baby1 (you’ve probably already read this since it’s a classic)

You’ll Get There in the End (It Just Takes a While)  by  seperis (and the whole reboot series)

Sotto Voce by  sinestrated 

You Don’t Have To (Say Yes)  by  luminousbeings ( I love this one so, so much, srsly. And even it’s a spirk, the mckirk friendship is just sooooo beautiful)

★McKirk:

Any Road Will Take You There by shoreleave

Safeword by shoreleave (and any work by this author tbh)

Standby by d8rkmessngr

And All the King’s Men by Mijan (and the whole Academy Series )

No Man’s Land by  shoreleave &  Mijan (this one deals with mpreg if that’s an issue for u)

Turbo by yeaka (a hot pwp, one-shot)

★Gen:

the Genesis‘Verse by Beamirang (Just go and read everything by this author!!!! She is my all time favorite, srsly. She’s just SO GOOD!! Her portrayal of Jim is like, omg, I don’t even know how to put it into words; the triumvirate dynamic is just AMAZING and her Jim and Bones OMG (இдஇ; ) )

What We Lose (is part of us) by  FyreFlyte

Twenty-Six and Legend by  llethe

Brothers in Arms by  mangochi

Perfect Strangers by  DeepBlueSomewhere (This is an academy fic, I rec it cuz it has so many little things fit my headcanon! hooray for academy era!)

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There’re more but these are some good ones that I can think of at the moment. Sorry if most of them are “old” fics and you may have already knew. I hope there’s at least one fic you haven’t came across before otherwise I’d be useless. : )

And if you have any wonderful Jim!centric fics in mind u can rec me some, too! I’m always hungry for hurt!Jim centric fics, yikes.

Anyhow, enjoy reading!

Do you ever wonder if Laurent works himself to the point of overexhaustion, where his head throbs, eyes bleary but can’t sleep because he’s too stressed out?

During times like these, Damen gently suggests for him to rest early to which he always reply “I can’t sleep anyway” and Damen will give him a sympathetic smile “Just try”. And Laurent does. He thinks it’s pointless though, he lays there doing nothing when he could be doing something. Then he realizes that Damen misses him, because when he swings one leg off the bed, slumbering Damen drapes his strong heavy arms around him, using his weight to pin him down. Now, being physically hindered, he has no choice but to count sheep and sleep.

Damen’s strong arms is comforting actually, the little wheezes he makes is quite endearing and the rise and fall of his chest calms Laurent. Soon he is lulled to bed, waking up sated whereas Damen’s arm goes numb. Damen won’t hesitate to do that again if he can glimpse the peaceful look on Laurent’s face every morning.

They set a new routine. They finish their paperwork duties and retire for bed together. Laurent who is initially slightly apprehensive about sharing body heat now tucks himself into his honourable barbarian’s arms like a blanket. They fall asleep to the rhythm of each other’s breathing.

sherlock starting to spend a lot of time at bart’s post-s3 to keep himself out of the house and away from john’s empty chair. meeting a new lab technician there and being too listless and burned out to bother ripping him to shreds with deductions. as a result, the man actually chats to him. first of all it’s talk about the weather and the traffic and last night’s telly and sherlock doesn’t care, but the technician’s perceptive, notices he’s losing his audience and turns talk to the equipment in the labs, recent technological advances and prototype kit being tested abroad and what they each specialised in at Uni to earn their degree and suddenly sherlock finds himself talking shop with a fellow chemist and it’s new. it’s good. gradually, he finds himself less bothered whenever talk turns to trivia. there’s something refreshing about that part, too.

the man’s name is Jacob, which is a useless name, “Jake” is even worse and he tells him so on one of his less charitable days, but it doesn’t get him much more than a laugh and the suggestion of a lab coat if he wants to avoid losing his suit to dangerous chemicals. weeks go on like this until one day he’s invited out for a drink when the work day’s over and usually he wouldn’t go, god knows, god knows usually he’d dismiss it out of hand but there’s no case on and it’s getting harder and harder to be at home.

one drink. keeping up conversation with him outside of a common environment isn’t actually especially difficult. two drinks. he’s plain, lives an entirely boring life outside of the labs (and a mediocre one at best within them) but he’s a couple of inches taller than sherlock and a couple of years younger and his hair is chestnut brown and he’s of lean build and his surname is Keele not Wallace or Weston and almost nothing about him is anything like– “Jacob” can’t be helped. and anyway, one shared initial should not a reminder make.

there’s been interest there from the start, sherlock isn’t blind to the signs, and after the third drink he thinks he might go home with him. “… do you want to call it a night?” perceptive. right, yes, he’s perceptive. sherlock had forgotten. he’ll have to be more careful of that in the future.

he doesn’t go home with him that night, but it doesn’t take them too much longer.

john popping around to 221b for the first time in a week and a half, all apologies and dark bags under his eyes and finding sherlock just as distracted as he always is. being here is getting harder and harder. sherlock’s more distant with every visit and coming over at all is a catch twenty two: john knows what the problem is, it’s the same thing that keeps him up all night and away for longer and longer and it isn’t going away, but he doesn’t want to go away either. can’t stand to keep his distance.

he asks the customary “alright?”, gets the customary grunt. sherlock heads to the kitchen to sort out the customary cup of tea and he hates this, he honestly does. customary. jesus. time was they were the least customary people he’s ever known. john asks him what he’s been up to and sherlock dutifully recounts his week in enough detail that he can hear the elephant trumpeting in the brief quiet between each sentence. the two minute summary amounts to “nothing much,” and so he searches the flat for any hope of something more promising to talk about before sherlock feels compelled to ask the inevitable question– he finds it. a jacket of unknown origin laying over the arm of the sofa.

“client forgot their coat?” sherlock seems confused until john points it out to him - the fog clears, but the odd expression left behind puts john on edge. “oh. no.” “… it doesn’t look like it’s your style.” “no. it’s not mine.” “right.” sherlock pauses for a moment, assesses him - presumably trying to work out how likely he is to drop it if sherlock doesn’t give him what he’s after - and turns back to the tea. “it’s jacob’s.” “jacob’s.” “yes,” john stays silent, and the pause pregnant with a question he doesn’t really feel the need to ask. eventually, sherlock starts up again, “he’s a lab technician at barts.”

a lab technician at bart’s. right. a lab technician at bart’s that john hasn’t met but sherlock has deigned both to speak to and remember the name of. …unless that isn’t actually his name at all but some vague approximation of what his name might be if sherlock had actually been listening when he told him. poor sod. “you leave something at the lab?” “no.” sherlock isn’t really getting the hang of leading questions today. “steal his coat when he botched up your blood samples?” “no.” sherlock turns with the tea, brushes past him to set the mugs down, one on john’s chairside table and one on the desk. he stops with his back to him, falls silent, and it’s not until now that john realises his hands are in fists.

“he came over for dinner.”

what? “–for takeaway, actually. i didn’t cook.” john hadn’t meant to say that out loud. “must have left it behind when he went. i didn’t notice.” it’s noon. sherlock notices everything. if this lab technician had been heading to leave without his coat after dinner, he would have noticed. the coat wouldn’t be here. john takes a closer look at sherlock’s turned back, becomes aware of the lack of his usual grooming, the sleep-mussed state of his hair. sherlock turns his head, turns it almost far enough to look back at john over his shoulder–

he pulls out a chair and sits down. john can’t move. he can’t move an inch. silence reigns, seconds stretch, all it still.

sherlock picks up his mug and turns the page of a newspaper. it almost looks casual. the almost is everything.

“how’s the baby?”

I kind of want an amnesia fic where something traumatic happens to Laura and she loses her memory from just about all of season 2. (Maybe she gets transformed and the process makes her lose her memory.) But the kicker is that Laura has no idea that she and Carmilla broke up, and Carmilla doesn’t have the heart to tell her. So she plays along with it until her memory gets restored somehow. It makes Laura really angry at first that Carmilla never told her that they had broken up because she didn’t want to make Laura upset and she was being selfish because she had missed what they had before. But after a while Laura realizes that she’s never been happier than when she’s with Carmilla, and they decide to resume their relationship. Laura never forgets to tell Carmilla that she loves her.

John Hamish Watson. My little soldier boy…

John, ever since he was little, wanted to be in the army, to fight and protect his country, to be brave and prove that although he may not have been the toughest or the smartest, he could still make a difference.

He dreamt of bravely marching into battle. He would pretend to fight, to shoot, running around with his wooden gun and shouting in victory. His mother would watch him, laughing at his eager spirit and encouraging him to be the brave soldier he was. His father had served in the war, and often told him stories of the battles he had.

Little did he know of the realities of war as he ran around his small front yard, dodging behind bushes, whispering into his hand to relay instructions to his troop. But soon, soon enough he would have the chance to find out.