i have so many headcanons about this

anonymous asked:

Aw man, I love reading about this Mob Psychonauts crossover! Do you have other headcanons about interactions (inside or outside the mental worlds)?

Thank you! I have a couple:

  • Power-wise I’d say Raz is somewhere around Teru’s level, especially since he knows so many techniques. Low-key he probably has the potential to be as powerful as Mob outside of 100% mode when he gets older.
  • Ritsu’s mind continues his cactus theme with a horror twist as a more monstrous version of ???% stalks you throughout the maze-like level. He’d also be the most resistant to letting someone into his mind.
  • Teru’s mind would look completely different before and after his fight with Mob. The way the timeline for this AU works means it’d be impossible for Raz to see the before, but remnants/elements from of it would still be present (revisiting brain worlds way later, aaah I hope they try that for Psychonauts 2, maybe with one of the counselor’s brains 👀).
  • Sasha and Reigen Do Not like each other. Reigen doesn’t trust a man who’s with some shady government organization that willingly employs children, esper or not, and Sasha Nein thinks Reigen is an irresponsible, reckless conman who shouldn’t have four gifted middle schoolers hanging around him. They keep their squabbles to a minimum for their students’ sakes.
  • Mob is low-key jealous that Raz already has a girlfriend at age 10.
  • Lilli acts Unimpressed but gets along fine with everyone, she mostly stays in Reigen’s office/the park and talks to the plants unless the boys decide to do something stupid/dangerous so she can join in.
  • The Psychonauts’ original purpose for going there is completely forgotten when they find out all the activity was caused by Mob and Claw, so Raz and Lilli convince Sasha to turn it into a mini-vacation (they all need it tbh).
  • Raz teaches everyone how to do the levitation ball and some low-level acrobatics and it results in chaos. Just imagine five kids bouncing around the city on multi-colored balls of energy with varying degrees of success. Mob and Ritsu keep crashing into each other/the walls. Teru’s trying to do the equivalent of a kickflip. Shou’s laughing his ass off.
  • Raz’s personality is pretty close to Shou’s, they’re both pyromaniacs, and have some dad issues, so they get along pretty well (and almost burn down several more houses in the process).
  • Everyone eventually takes a crack at trying to expel Raz’s curse. Unfortunately it seems it can only be undone by a member of the Galochio family, so no dice.
  • The Awakening Lab kids + everyone else get invited to visit Whispering Rock next summer (there’ll be no more brain-stealing incidents this time, they swear).
Team MacGyver

Okay, so re-watching old Achievement Hunter and Slow Mo Guys content gives me way too many ideas about FAHC. So, may I propose, Team Love ’n Stuff are also known as Team MacGyver.

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So, I noticed a thing about our favourite Russian

See here a screenshot from episode 10 where Viktor is shown with his medals 

Hmm, that one in the centre seems to be quite prominent from the rest.. I wonder…


Having figured out the dates, Viktor would have been freshly eighteen years old right here (the men’s finals took place at the start of February). So we can take the assumption that this was his first Olympics. And that boy won gold. And with the way it’s displayed, prominent and at the centre of his chest, it appears to be the one he’s most proud of? How adorable??? 

(also I’m now assuming that he won gold at both Vancouver and Sochi - considering how he was at the height of his career during this time) 

(canon three time Olympic gold medallist confirmed)

Bonus: Imagine fourteen year old Yuuri’s reaction

Quick Rogue One headcanon:

Bodhi Rook has met Darth Vader. Not only that, but he’s been threatened and/or almost killed by Darth Vader. You can see when Saw inhales through his mask that Bodhi starts to panic. His eyes widen, his pupils dilate, and you can see him mentally preparing himself for pain. And the sound is so reminiscent of Vader’s breathing apparatus that it can’t be a coincidence.

Maybe it was years ago, when he was young and clumsy and not nearly so good at fading into the background, and there had been an inspection. Bodhi was so nervous that he dropped something by accident and the whole engineering deck held its breath as the last of the Sith and their most feared general stepped forward. Maybe Vader got close enough that Bodhi could see himself reflected in the glossy black helmet, hear the mechanical breathing that sounded like something straight out of a nightmare. Maybe it was enough that Vader gave him a scare and was on his way.

But I think something different happened. The movie doesn’t explain why sweet, nervous Bodhi was so devoted to Galen. I mean, sure, he gave him hope for the future, but save for a few hardheaded rebels, hope isn’t enough when you’re in the belly of the beast and stare death in the face day in and day out. 

I think that Bodhi made some mistake, or maybe Darth Vader was feeling particularly murderous that day, it doesn’t matter. But Bodhi got stuck in the crosshairs and before he can so much as beg for his life, the air is squeezed from his lungs and he’s three feet off the ground. He thinks that this is the end before a science officer steps up and insists that Bodhi is essential. He’s their best cargo pilot, best mechanic. He’s irreplaceable. 

Bodhi is released, his life is spared, and when he can finally see again he’s looking into the solemn face of one Galen Erso. And so, Bodhi’s loyalty is won, earned alongside a lifelong fear of Darth Vader. 

Ready or not here’s more headcanons.

Dealing with ‘Humanity’ and how soul consumption alters his physical appearance. More souls consumed = more humanity = more human/solid looking. Less? Well…

consider: kaz enjoys when inej runs her fingers through his hair, in the center where it’s lengthy, especially after stressful days, because it’s comforting and intimate and won’t require their skin touching. and occasionally there are days when she would delicately graze her nails over the shorter, scruffy sides and it totally makes him W E A K™


“should i caption it ghostagram?”

“erin, please.” 



I’ve seen heaven and it looks like parent AU Daisuga. 

Kent didn’t remember it, but clearly his mother did and she photographic evidence.

“Aw, you are looking so–” Kent didn’t understand the last Russian word that Tater had slipped in there.

“I don’t even want to know if that’s a good thing,” Kent muttered from the couch.

Tater looked up from the picture album he was currently thumbing through with an impish smile. Kent stuck out his tongue, just as his mother came back from the kitchen with a plate of Christmas cookies.

She glanced over at the picture Tater was smirking at and sighed fondly. “Oh yes, that one. Kenny always did have a fondness for cats.”

“He is bigger Kit,” Tater agreed.

His mom put the plate down on the coffee table. “I remember that year for Halloween, we barely had enough money to cover rent. I couldn’t afford to buy him a costume and I have no sewing skills to speak of. Kenny, I think you were three or four at the time?” She pulled the photo out of the plastic sleeve and held it up for him. He squinted dimly at it and shrugged.

“Maybe.” He made a mental note to contact Tater’s parents for embarrassing childhood photos as payback.

“So, the neighbors had this cat that Kent loved to play with, and come Halloween, Kent wanted to be a cat. He was very insistent on being “Kitty”. That was what he called the cat, by the way.”

“Only because they named him something stupid and unpronounceable,” Kent threw out.

His mother gave him an amused look. “His name was Caesar, dear.”

“‘Kitty’ was a better name.”

“Anyways, the best thing I cat costume I could come up on a limited budget was dress him in black  and then draw on the nose and the whiskers with my makeup. I bought the ears for fifty cents at a thrift store.”

“He not have tail?” Tater asked?

“Oh, he had a tail. I cut an old shirt of mine and stuffed it with leftover cotton from a pillow.” She laughed, but it was tinged with sadness.

Kent remembered those years when his mother had to work two jobs trying to make ends meet. His hockey was expensive, and he had lost count of the number of times he had told his mother he would quit, only to have her shake her head and tell him that they would make it work… somehow.

He got up from the plush, oversized chair and went to go settle on the arm rest by his mother. “Thank you,” he said sincerely as he pressed a kiss to her temple.

“You were so happy,” she sniffed. “You didn’t even care that the tail was literally stapled shut at the seams.”

“I’m happy I have you.” Kent said softly. “Both of you,” he added with a glance towards Tater who met his warm gaze. Kit, who must have sensed that she was being left out, abandoned her watch from under the tree and came over to jump on Tater’s lap. “All of you,” Kent amended when she joined them.

And he was.


Look, someone mentioned the other day that Kent Parson probably has a picture of himself with the cat face drawn on (or something like that), but I can’t find the post. Please help me so I can give proper credit to the idea. :)

anonymous asked:

do you happen to have any more Lance headcanons?

i have. so many

  • “lance was that really necessary” “no, but it was dope”
  • he doesn’t know it but the mice like him (bc he feeds them) so they start covering for his ass if allura ever asks about him
  • jokingly says “i would die for u”, is never actually joking
  • initiates Keith’s Jacket Discourse
    • it just??? covers his arms????? what’s the point????
    • he argues about the functional purpose of it to anyone who’ll listen for weeks
    • “someone buy this poor orphan a whole jacket”
  • he and hunk can have entire conversations consisting entirely of the word bro in different tones
  • *sees cute alien* *checks breath, smooths hair*
  • whenever someone takes off their gloves he acts like they’re streaking
    • lance, covering pidge’s eyes: “put those things away!! there are children present!!!!” “lance it’s just my fingers why are you like this”
  • has definitely tried to finger gun his way out of a life or death situation
  • lance: “shallow?? i’ll have you know i’m an enigma. a complex puzzle. I’m driven by very complicated and very deep motivations” pidge: “are they ass and titties”
consider this: SMH & one direction

i just wanna talk about smh and 1d ok im so sorry this wasnt supposed to be this long i have no control 

  • dex grew up with sisters (let me have this he has a bunch of sisters ok) so not only was he completely unable to escape one direction he was not allowed to get away with any sort of ‘bands that have mainly young female fanbases are not real music’ misogyny that lots of teen boys and adult males have 
    • so he likes 1d he doesnt advertise but he had to listen to them a lot so he knows their entire discography and what they have some good songs ok bro 
    • so yeah they find their way into his workout playlists so fucking what man they’re fucking hype songs 
    • his fave is niall bc hes chill and just wants to drink beer and play his guitar and listen to dad rock and he’s irish (dex is irish and is grandma loves niall bc she’s irish and what a sweet young lad) he’s not like die hard niall stan but he knows all of the 1d discourse from his sisters debating (im willing to listen to other opinions my back up is louis bc hes a punk) 
    • he save up one year (and got help from his fam) to get tickets for his sisters to see a wwa concert as a birthday/christmas/every holiday present bc theyre expensive and they dont have a lot of money 
      • his mom technically bought the tickets he just helped pay for them and the girls surprised him with a ticket for him to come with (mama poindexter: well i cant let them go alone who’s gonna watch them you have to go make sure they dont get arrested for doing something stupid) dex played it cool but it was such a fun concert and so fun to hang out with his sisters tooo
  • nursey now is a goddamn hipster u cant tell me he isnt into a bunch of british alternative bands and bc of his brit music phase he knew about one direction from the very start at the x factor stage (he definitely mentions this all the goddamn time when they start becoming popular but he chills out through the years)
    • hes been to at least one concert for every tour (he even got tickets to the madison square garden show) - he went to every concert with his sister but it was his idea to go and she was just there to keep an eye on him
    • also a big reason he got into the band was zayn like heres a pakistani muslim boy who’s super talented with these white dudes and that representation is super important (i also hc nursey as muslim or at least partially but zayn is a brown muslim boy killing it so yeah its awesome) 
    • but nurseys fave tho is harry especially when harry is a total hoe with long hair and jewelry and those red carpet looks like nursey is in love but also in awe bc those sparkly boots and that floral suit like those are iconic Looks™ and nursey loves it bc gender isnt real and he loves hoe looks (zayn is like 1.5 tho bc nursey is in love)
      • nursey tries to serenade dex with little things one day when they’re chilling by the pond on the grass and dex punches him bc nursey is making him emo even when he knows dex doesnt have emotions (in public in front of people who can see him cry)
  • bitty likes them they’re no beyonce but theyre fun and attractive and yeah hes gonna have some fun dancing to them he isn’t really up with all the drama and disc*urse until the boys have 1d nights and they watch this is us and the concert dvds bc he learns a lot 
    • he loves 2013 era harry and all the time liam (that boy is thicc and bitty 100% does not swoon)
  • holster like come tf on holster loves them he unironically and passionately loves one direction completely unashamed he does not care for your opinions and no one makes fun of him bc he’s a 6′4 fucking big ass hockey player who could drop kick u across campus if he wanted to
    • he claims he doesnt have a fave but he would die for all of them 
    • his fave rotates seasonally and he has a different fave for each era 
    • he went to the tmh tour and he’s gone to every tour since - he goes with his sisters bc its a bonding topic for them he sits at the edge of the floor or at the end of a row on the sides bc hes so tall he feels so bad and he tries to stay out of the way of the little girls behind him but hes nice to them and talks to them and so they like him even if hes a giant
    • but really he and his sisters are so close bc they have a lot of similar interests and they talk about pop culture stuff and its hard to keep intouch when hes away so much but they have group chats about 1d and tv shows and stuff so its so nice for them to keep up a strong bonding time 
  • ransom is a britney bitch and holster dragged him into 1d. he’s in it for the memes and the drama really. (he likes the songs and thinks its fun but he wouldnt have been a fan and gone to concerts if it wasnt for holtz)
    • holster takes him to the wwa concert and they have a blast 
    • holster also drags his ass to see this is us opening night (they both cry)
  • chowder just loves everyone and he doesnt understand why people hate 1d (or other pop artists with majority young female fan bases that ppl hate bc misogyny) when theyre so fun he’s not an active /fan/ until smh has team bonding nights involving one direction jam sessions and concert dvd watching and drunk history
  • on such 1d nights they put on one of the dvds and it accidentally turns into a drinking game (mainly drinking bc this part of my god did u see that !!! THAT NOTE CHANGE !!!! and ZAYN WHY !!!! and other painful parts) and some of them *cough* nursey dex and holster *cough* get possibly the most drunk they ever get bc of this 
    • theres loud awful drunk singing along and some sobbing (this is definitely not based off of any sort of personal experience whatsoever nope never done this before) 
    • after the movie when everyone is so drunk they talk about 1d history which is how the veterans teach the others about the exciting drama and disc*urse  
  • lardo is a bad bitch who is tough as fuck and manages a division I mens hockey team and every single one of them is afraid of her. AND she would not let any bro tease her for liking one direction bc why the fuck not. 
    • she has plenty of their songs thrown in arting playlists and in pump up playlists 
    • and she knows theres nothing better to cheer holster up when he’s having a rough day than a 1d dance sesh 
    • dont forget where you belong is the first song on her team bonding playlist bc its a love song to ur bandmates which transfers very well to love songs to ur teammates 
  • shitty unapologetically loves 1d and boy bands and girl bands and he supports all things that young girls love but are not taken seriously bc girls like them 
    • he’s written at least 3 papers/projects on the misogyny surrounding young girls and their interests and involvement in fandom and also boybands (he tries to fight all guys who disrespect girls’ interests and the power of teenage girls)
    • he’ll randomly show up to a 1d night bc obvi he’s in that gc and he’s ready to party and express emotions and dance and talk drama 
    • he loves harry bc “THAT FLOW MAN!!! HIS FLOW IS SO SICK!!!”
    • he cried when harry posted the pic of the hair he chopped off and cried when he saw the another man shoot where harry was defying all sorts of societal norms it was beautiful and his flow is still so nice even this short its ok it’ll grow back better than before
  • one friday night the lax bros sneak over to try to prank the haus and peak in the window and see half of the hockey team in the living room drunk off their ass singing loudly to a one direction concert on the tv - holster and nursey jumping around attempting to dance along, ransom clinging to bitty on the floor crying about a ‘hiatus’, bitty soothing ransom, dex forgetting about the drink in his one hand to drink rum from the bottle, shitty naked (not surprising) and slow dancing with a life sized cut-out of harry styles with tears streaming down his face (more surprising), and chowder lying on the couch singing through mouthfuls of pie 
  • they walk back to the lax bro house without executing the prank and they never mention it again

So I was wondering how Credence will turn out after what happened in Fantastic Beasts, and my personal conclusion : Soft!Credence Barebone.

  • Credence who wears lots of knitted jumpers and socks cause he’s been cold for so long he needs the heavy clothes
  • Credence who lets nifflers and kneazles and even occamies sleep in his bed even though they shouldn’t be allowed there and excuses them by saying he was cold and they brought warmth
  • Credence who gets all smiles and soft voice around children and Newt’s creatures and gets lots of respect for that
  • Credence who learns about Obscurus and helps fellow Obscurials to control their powers
  • Credence who can’t bake or brew potions cause it requires too much precision and the risks of messing it up give him anxiety, but who excels in charms and at decorating cakes cause you can re-try taht as many times as you need
  • Credence who learns all sorts of spells, but is best at the most practical ones
  • Credence who falls alseep in front of the fireplace and who gets levitated to his bed
  • Credence who talks through his sleepless nights with Queenie or Newt, or who just goes out and help Jacob at the bakery since he starts working at 4 am
  • Credence who likes to hold hands with his friends and steal their clothes

Just, soft!Credence who is given all the space and freedom and love he needs and who heals at his own pace and who definitely never becomes a villain overcome with anger and betrayal

a beautiful headcanon I have that I daydream about on the regular is lena luthor having yet another terrible day because of something family related and inviting kara out so she can try to forget about it with the help of her kind, adorable, beautiful friend but she’s so focused on trying to play it off as her being totally fine that she has way too many drinks and kara ends up having to take her home (funnily enough kara roughly kept up with her on drinks but still looks and acts as perfectly as always…)

anyway, lena’s stumbling around her own house with kara basically shielding her from herself by waddling along behind her until lena abruptly stops, turns around, and inexplicably starts crying into kara’s arms, babbling about whatever awful thing her mother or lex has done, and kara is almost instantly whispering consolations into her hair, all the soft promises she usually makes while she holds her friend tight. and once lena is done crying but still pretty drunk, she pulls apart from kara and finally notices, now that she’s holding onto her, how fucking ripped her friend is. like buff af. and she absentmindedly squeezes at kara’s biceps a couple of times in awe while kara is blushing ridiculously hard.

kit-kat-ronnie  asked:

Honestly tho ur voltron headcanons r pure gold. Like who knew I could love the meme team so much.

thank u my dude

  • shiro: “i’m tired, guess i’ll go to slee-” *three alarms go off, allura yells something about forming voltron, part of the castle blows up*
  • Keith the Training Room Gremlin
  • “hunk would never have let me down like this”
  • coran is lowkey stressed about how fragile the new paladins are. do you know how many things can kill a human, princess. princess do you. they’re so squishy
  • any time an alien does something fucking bizarre they’re just like. “same”
    • coran: “on yordek the native peoples ride 30 ft tall seaweed slugs into battle” lance: “i mean same”
    • *alien yodels in greeting” pidge: “tbh…. same”
  • keith wears his collar up like a hooligan bc he thinks it’s Cool
  • “lance, now is not the time for your shenanigans” “it was a single shenanigan. technically more of a hijink”
  • *allura voice* “if you die, walk it off”
  • suggested drinking game: take a shot every time the particle barrier goes down
    • they don’t do it. they’d die of alcohol poisoning
Let’s talk about the evolution of Percy Jackson throughout the PJO series

He starts off as a confused, lost, awkward 12 year old who had been to a completely different school each year and never felt like he fit in. He’s witty, angsty, sarcastic, and bitter. His looks are average, he has a lack of self-esteem, and doesn’t seem to care about much. He lives with an abusive step-father, and him and his mom have barely anything to get on.

Slowly, as he learns he’s a demigod, he begins to realize that Camp Half-Blood, the place he discovers, might just be his home. He starts to go on quests and actually succeeds, which is something he had never thought he could do. Percy tries to save the world because he finally feels like there’s a purpose to his life. He had felt angry and betrayed by his father, but now acknowledges what Poseidon has done for him, and actually respects him.

Then comes Thalia Grace, who begins to make him question his confidence. He starts to think: Am I really that great? Couldn’t anybody do my quests just as I did? She makes him doubt himself, because deep down he secretly wants to be the boy from the prophecy. He finally feels like there is a reason for him to work hard in life. But Thalia makes him feel threatened, hence the ever-important fight between them.

By the end, they reconcile and learn from each other’s mistakes, which in turn strengthens Percy’s confidence. As the prophecy nears, Percy fights and trains more than he had ever before, and now is seen as a leader. Someone the demigods can count on. Someone they look up to. He takes a risk by jumping into the River Styx, but he does it for his camp, his friends, his f a m i l y. Never would past Percy do something like this. But this Percy does, because he legitimately cares. Later, he storms through rows of monsters, slashes through countless enemies, and hurries from one group of campers to another in order to save his city.

Think about what he had said in the Last Olympian: “‘What did they do?’ My voice sounded tight and angry. ‘What did they do to my city?’”. His city. The city he’s been living in his whole life, the one that he never really thought much about in the past. But now, it’s his city. And right then and there we can tell that he will do anything to protect those who call it their home.

Percy Jackson learns to become a role model for the demigods who are scared out of their minds, because to them, Kronos is a nightmare. They don’t have self-hope, they have no idea what will happen to them. But Percy gives them that hope. He inspires them to fight as hard and strong as they possibly can in order to save their camp. He treats them as strong warriors, and he believes in them. More importantly, he believes in himself.

When confronted by Kronos in the Battle of the Labyrinth, he had had no confidence at all. In fact, he ran. He ran. But in the Last Olympian, there was no running. The only thing he would do is walk straight forward. Because he was tired of countless enemies tormenting him and his friends. He was exhausted, and wanted to put a stop to it. It was difficult seeing Luke, someone he had thought of as a friend, standing in front of him as his greatest enemy. And in that moment, he makes a choice. The choice of leaving the responsibility on Luke, and trusting that he would make the right decision. This was something only a leader could do, and a leader is what Percy had become.

Gone was the lost, scared, confused, and awkward little boy. Gone was the boy who had little self-confidence, who gave into taking a potion that would change his appearance, simply because that was what he had thought mattered. Gone was the boy who felt constantly bitter, who was antagonized and targeted by his ADHD and dyslexia, who lived each day knowing that by the end of the school year, he would surely be expelled, and his mom would have to send him to another one.

The older Percy, the one that saved Olympus, saved the world, is so much different. He manages to last two years (and counting) at Goode High School, something he had never thought he could do. He embraces his flaws because he knows it makes him stronger. He learns to accept his ADHD and dyslexia because it in fact makes him a more powerful demigod. He leads the Camp Half-Blood campers into battle and helps them gain their own confidence. He has friends who truly care about him and would sacrifice themselves for him, just as he would. He gains much more knowledge and experience about his abilities and realizes that they make him special.

Perseus Jackson has had the smoothest, and most perfect evolution throughout the series. 

No, but what about Grantaire carrying a pile of post-it notes with him all the time?

Everything starts in university where he uses the small notes to remind himself of important stuff (hand F*cking Paper of Hell in on thursday, ABC meeting @ 5, don’t forget to call éponine, What is DADA? Nothing), and when he’s bored he absently adds some quick doodles. His notebook fills with them and the door of his room and his pockets and then every flat surface he comes across because slowly he’s running out of places where to put all the little paper squares.

Les Amis are probably annoyed at first (“Oh, for Heaven’s sake, R, my laptop doesn’t need a reminder that you’ve got a dentist appointment next week.” “Why is there a drawing of a Dalek stealing the Mona Lisa on my bag? R, what exactly have you done at the Louvre today?”) but when finals come around and they find sarcastic, but strangely encouraging post-its all over their things (sure thing that the world needs good doctors to drag humanity from its eternal misère and yes there are a lot of great candidates for the job but only few are able to sneeze their own name at the same time maybe you’ll stand a chance) they stop to call him out on it.

Well, everyone except Enjolras who thinks them a violation of probably every single paragraph of the Geneva Convention because he won’t admit they’re actually kinda cute.

So, the thing is, Grantaire never really gives up on that habit even after graduating. His flat is covered in post-its: quick sketches, shopping lists, song-lyrics, the name of that particular brand of actual good pencils, a lot of cynical quotes: I like my coffee how I like myself: dark, bitter and too hot for you. The thing is, Les Amis never stop finding them at the most unusual places: a tiny superhero-version of Joly on his doorbell the day after a particularly bad panic attack, weird foreign linguistic expressions smuggled into Combeferre’s bookshelf (fare la gatta morta (Italian) = do the dead cat = play dumb), a list of Poké Stops for Gavroche, poetry for Jehan (and from Jehan for everyone else).

The thing is, Grantaire doesn’t stop being the Bitter Ball of Biting Remarks in the corner of the room, but the post-its are a glance at his soft, human side, a reminder to the others that he cares even if he shows it in a weird way.

The thing is, that with every little note, there also comes a piece of Grantaire himself.

(He’s too drunk one night, too alone, too far gone; and the next day he wakes up with paper squares glued to his face and ink stains on his hands, angry sketches, nightmares drawn with sharp lines, the word Why scribbled on hundreds of post-its in his own, messy handwriting, and he darkly remembers a phone call and a pleading voice—a mother, a sister, a friend? Wild thoughts of his father cross his mind, shouts, voices that are too close and too loud—“You are worth nothing … You don’t believe in anything …” and suddenly there’s a picture of Enjolras, eyes afire with righteous fury and it hurts to look, to think, to be. Why, why, why, why, he curses, and stumbles into the bathroom to throw up and when Éponine finds him passed out on the cold floor tiles, she doesn’t say a word about the mess in his living room, instead she sticks a note to his forehead that reads it’s okay not to be okay and she doesn’t smile but she’s there and that helps immensely. Later, when he’s sobered up again, she gets a thank-you post-it from his fridge door: Princess? No, Bitch Queen.)

And then, of course, there’s Enjolras. Why-the-hell-are-you-doing-this-Enjolras. What-is-even-the-point-in-these-stupid-notes-Enjolras. Are-you-trying-to-kill-the-rainforest-with-your-excessive-waste-of-paper-Enjolras. NO-MORE-POST-IT-NOTES-DURING-MEETINGS-I-SAY-IT-ONE-LAST-TIME-Enjolras.

Enjolras, who, suddenly, starts finding little messages everywhere.

Stop banging your head against walls that are too big for you on his door after a protest that ends with quality time in a jail cell for one night.

It’s really a shame you weren’t born 200 years earlier, you’d cut a good figure amidst the shouting of liberté, egalité, fraternité and waving a banner of freedom on top of the barricade in his notebook, complete with a surprisingly accurate caricature of tiny Enjolras standing up for the right to be free.

Let’s go save a puppy today on a flyer of an animal shelter in his mail.

Where—where slept thine ire / When like a blank idiot I put on thy wreath / Thy laurel, thy glory / The light of thy story / Or was I a worm—too low crawling for death? (John Keats, Hymn to Apollo) in his coat pocket.

And then one day, on a cold, cold night in January: You can’t right every wrong on a lamp post in front of the Musain, a circle of thin light, the sky a cerulean blanket over the city.

A few metres down the street, on another lamp post, the next one: Not every wrong wants to be righted.

Not far away, a third: Some things are flawed and imperfect and that is all right.

Curiosity woken, Enjolras huddles deeper into his scarf and stuffs his gloved hands in his pockets, following a line of familiar post-it-notes into the night, like breadcrumbs out of a fairy tale. They are everywhere; on lamp posts, street signs, brick walls, trees—leading him, what he soon realises, back to his own house, back home.

I tell you a secret, Apollo: I am one of these imperfect things.

You once said I wouldn’t believe in anything, but I do. I do believe in something.

Turn left on that corner.

Just kidding, turn RIGHT, we’re going the other way. Look, down there is the coffee shop you like.

Courfeyrac once told me about your overly specialised coffee order and I just have to ask you a question: what the actual hell is wrong with you? Are you trying to traumatise these poor bastards behind the counter? Black coffee, strong enough to destroy entire planets, is the only true way of drinking coffee. No soy-milk-hazel-nut-caramel-shit and whatever ritual sacrifice they need to make in order to please you.

You’re scowling right now. Is it weird to confess that I think your scowl is kinda hot? You know, in the Fight-me-I’m-a-badass-pirate kind of way.

I tell you another secret, Apollo: sometimes it hurts to look at you.

You’re the blinding sun in a chaotic solar system, you and all your righteousness fury, your plans, your ideals, your dreams. You and your courage, your anger, your determination. Your craving for change. Your belief. You hurled into existence in a white-hot explosion and you won’t stop burning, burning, burning.

I’m the aimlessly floating asteroid in the dark, the one who stumbles and collides and gets hurt and laughs away his fears. I am the realist. I was born as a side effect, the remains of a crushed world. I have seen destruction too often to simply believe rebuilding the things that were is enough. So much damage runs deeper.


We’re almost there.

Enjolras looks up, the last note gently held between gloved fingers. Sure enough, there’s his street. The bakery, the book store, the dark café. Two more lamp posts, two more post-its. A dark figure leaning against the entrance of his building, waiting, expectant. He knows the unruly curls, the stubborn eyes, the knitted beanie.

He steps closer.

A third secret for you, Apollo.

His breath draws silver-white clouds into the cold night-air.

Grantaire’s eyes don’t leave him, vibrant in the dark.

Another step. Closer, closer to home.

The thing I believe in is—

It’s the last post-it and he takes it with care.

They stand there, filled with silence, and look at each other. Grantaire arches a single eyebrow and slowly, very slowly, uncurls his crossed arms. Enjolras closes his eyes and feels a smile warming up his cheeks, light-headed, affectionate, wonderful.

He feels like falling, like floating, like flying—like music, like poetry, like drums echoing the sound of his fluttering heartbeat.

A post-it note on Grantaire’s chest, right over his heart.

A single word, a confession, a promise.


ok one of my favorite things about cartinelli fanfic is how everyone lowkey agrees dottie actually isn’t a bad person anymore. she’s like if any of us were in the fic, rooting for peggy and angie to finally bang. i love this fandom

I’ve seen headcanons about Ariel rescuing Moana and that’s how they meet and fall in love, but what if it was the other way around?

Like what if Ariel was curious about the fishermen from Moana’s island and swam too close to their nets, and in her struggle to get free she got hurt? And the surprised fishermen bring her to Moana for help, and she takes a personal interest in making sure the mermaid makes a full recovery so she can return to the ocean safely.

And at first it’s awkward because Ariel is still pretty shook up from her accident and starts to wonder if her father was right about humans being dangerous, but when she sees that Moana is trying her best to comfort her and help her heal she starts to trust her. Soon they’re telling each other stories about their homes on land and in the sea. Moana tells Ariel the stories of her ancestors and life on Motunui, and Ariel tells her about her family and the undersea kingdom she comes from. And they teach each other songs and sing together, and Moana shows her dancing and Ariel has never wanted legs more in her life.

Then the day comes when Ariel is well enough to swim over the reef and go home. Moana is sad to see her go, but Ariel promises to come back and visit her. And when she does she brings her treasures from the sea like unusual shells, and Moana gives her treasures from on land. And sometimes the ocean parts so Moana can stand next to Ariel in the water and they can dance together.

More Sportarobbie headcanons

I’m having so many feelings at the same time

-Sportacus and Robbie are the emotional support dads in LazyTown
-Whenever the kids have a fight they all meet up in Robbie’s underground lair to have a therapy session
-They all sit in a circle on the ground and take turns to talk about their feelings
-When things get heated Robbie brings them cake to eat and so they calm down
-Sportacus and Robbie give them advice and they all hug at the end
-The kids start to be even happier and co-operative after their little therapy sessions
-Sportacus and Robbie are also always ready to talk to the kids in private just in case it’s personal

-Sportacus and Robbie use this strategy when they argue or one of them feels bad
-(In the show, Robbie shows a lot of symptoms of depression and sensory issues, so I use the headcanon that he actually does have depression and sensory issues)
-Whenever Robbie’s feeling bad, they talk about it and they cuddle and watch TV while drinking hot chocolate
-Sportacus also leaves Robbie alone when he needs alone time, but is always near by when he wants to talk or just cuddle in silence
-Everyone’s moods in LazyTown are becoming better thanks to Sportacus and Robbie’s emotional support


-Halloween is amazing in LazyTown
-Robbie makes costumes for everyone, including Sportacus
-The costumes are all hand-made by Robbie, sometimes with help
-The kids come by his lair and request a costume and the next day Robbie delivers it to their doorstep for them to try on to see if they like it
-They always like it

-Robbie and Sportacus have couple costumes and it’s great
-Their most recent one was them switching outfits so they looked like each other
-Robbie did the most ridiculous accent and Sportacus spent half an hour gelling his hair

-Robbie designs all of the costumes but occasionally he lets the kids come up with new costume ideas by themselves
-Sometimes that goes wrong though
-the kids once showed up at his lair and asked to him to make a horse costume
-Not cute little horse tails and ears
-An actual horse costume that could hold five people
-They called it the horse monster costume and it was terrifying to see it run towards you on Halloween night


-Sportacus comes down to Robbie’s lair more than Robbie goes up into Sportacus’ blimp
-Robbie gets motion sickness sometimes
-When Robbie does come over it’s usually because he’s lonely and wants to get out of his house for a while
-Usually Robbie sleeps over too
-When they wake up Robbie gets a little dizzy but it’s all better once he and Sportacus get to watch the sunrise together


-Sportacus doesn’t really get internet jokes and memes
-Robbie likes to boop Sportacus on the nose
-Sportacus doesn’t get the joke but he thinks it’s cute


-Like Stephanie, Robbie has a diary
-One day Sportacus finds his diary
-There’s no lock and he’s very tempted to read it
-He ends up skimming through the pages quickly
-At first, the diary entries are all about how bad Robbie’s day was and sad things
-Suddenly there’s a change in tone
-Robbie starts talking about how much he likes things and his handwriting looks less lazy and much happier
-there’s still occasionally a negative entry but Robbie’s still writing happier things
-Sportacus realizes in the happy entries, it’s all about him
-Sportacus skips near the end of the diary to see it’s about how happy Robbie is with Sportacus
-Robbie comes home to see Sportacus crying
-Even Sportacus doesn’t know if it’s because he feels guilty for reading his diary or because he’s happy


-Since Robbie and Sportacus have a big height difference, it’s often a joke among the LazyTown citizens
-Neither Sportacus nor Robbie are offended by it
-Actually, they think it’s cute
-But one day Sportacus gets fed up with being shorter than Robbie
-He always has to get Robbie to lean down for a kiss and sometimes Robbie uses him as an armrest
-Sportacus starts sitting and standing in really high places


“Please get off the fridge, Sportacus, it’s dangerous”
“If this is the only way I can be taller than you, I am not getting down”

-As a peace treaty, Robbie gives Sportacus high heels so they can be the same height and Sportacus loves them
-Sportacus still loves his tall bf but when Robbie starts taking advantage of being taller he gets out the high heels and won’t take them off until Robbie apologizes

-Even in public

Cashier at the supermarket: Are you two dating? You’d make an adorable couple.
Robbie: Yeah, he is my boyfriend. He’s so cute and short, isn’t he?
Sportacus: *takes the high heels out of his shopping bag*