my headcanon for their faces

Maleficent is a dragon who cursed an infant because she wasn’t invited to a christening, this woman CANNOT raise a child.

Queen Griemhilde is a conceited, vain witch who killed a 14 year old because she was prettier than her, this woman CANNOT raise a child.

Jafar hypnotised the sultan, got himself turned into a magician, a genie, just for power and forced a 15 year old to be his slave girl, this man CANNOT raise a child.

Cruella DeVil is a mentally ill woman whose affection consists of derogatory comments, blowing smoke in your face and never taking no for an answer, this woman CANNOT raise a child.

So, let’s say Evie, Carlos, Mal and Jay grow up on an island without magic, surrounded by murderers, thieves, people who did bad things, people who are proud of these things. Let’s say, they don’t teach them to be evil. Let’s say, they teach them ‘don’t let anyone keep you from what you want, you are a queen, a dragon, a genie, you are magic’. Ben has dreams about a girl with green eyes and lilac hair, of a girl who is different, something fae, and he remembers the fairy who cursed his father because he wasn’t kind, so he asks his parents to let some of the villain’s kids stay in Auradon. Show them goodness.

When they arrive, they don’t arrive in a tumbling mess. They don’t even get out of the car, and when the chauffeur opens the door, there’s a stick thin girl with long blue hair staring at her hands, a muscled boy who almost isn’t a boy anymore, rubbing the bands on his arms, the girl from his dreams, eyes glowing, a little boy dressed in fur curled up in their laps.
They aren’t used to magic, even though it is in their very cores. So they take time to get used to it, to learn to live with death and power under their skin.

They weren’t sent to get a wand for world domination. They were sent to get a wand for freedom. So it takes them longer to realise just what their parents did. It takes talks and family day and Queen Leiah screaming at the top of her lungs (‘Get away from here, do not touch my grandchild, my daughter will never be mine because of you, how dare you, how dare you?’) for Mal to realise that this isn’t about invitations and pettiness. It’s about a woman with hair as yellow as gold and lips that shame the red red rose, growing up poor, in a cottage, falling to her death at the touch of a spindle, this is about her mother talking about the raven with more fondness than her, this is about all the things her mother did, no matter the reason.

Evie still studies with Doug, and she hasn’t been taught to score a prince, she’s been taught to use her beauty, it is all men want, get rid of them before they get rid of you, do NOT die. So she meets with Doug at his house and Dopey stares at her and then he gets Snow White, who breaks down crying at the sight of this thin, beautiful girl with hair in a colour that has haunted her sleep ('what did she do to you, was it not enough for her to kill me, what has she done to you’) and Evie realises that her mother’s stories are not about men, they are about this woman, about her sister, who was 14 and beautiful and dead. And this is about her and all the bones she can count when she looks in the mirror.

Jay befriends the only other Arabian speaking children he can find, plays gurney, ruthless and self centered and for him, and one day Aladdin picks his children up and Jay does one of those backflips where he stays in the air for too long and it knocks the wind out of him. Jay doesn’t understand because of Aladdin, he sees a thief, who is like him, but it isn’t what makes him think, tourney does the trick because they are a team and the world does not revolve around him, he is not the center of the universe.

Carlos knows that his mother is wrong from the moment he is old enough to master critical thinking. She shrieks and hits and worships fur and he spends his days begging for scraps. There’s no magic in him, no rush he gets from crossing the barrier, so he helps his friends. They have always been his lifeline, so maybe now he can be theirs.

Ravenclaw Headcanon

Ravenclaws get over excited when they talk about things they’re passionate about. It’s they kind of excitement where people either get very annoyed by it very quickly, or become so enraptured by what Ravenclaw is saying that they forget how much time has passed.

A Yuuri Katsuki #Relatable Anxiety Feel:

Viktor, as they’re loading the groceries into the trunk, says, “Oh, we forgot sour cream.”

“Oh well,” says Yuuri, who is already planning how to work around the absence of sour cream in their fridge for the next week.

“Let’s go back in and get it,” says Viktor, closing the trunk with a decisive bang. 

“Um…no, that’s okay,” Yuuri says. “We don’t–do we need sour cream? I don’t think we need sour cream.” Half of Viktor’s recipes require sour cream. It’s a Russian thing. Yuuri has a What I don’t know can’t hurt me policy with regards to how much sour cream the typical Russian consumes in a week.

“Yuuri,” Viktor laughs, taking Yuuri’s hand, “Come on. The store is right there–it’ll take two minutes. It’s not like we’re in a hurry.”

“We’ve left the store,” Yuuri says. “We have to live with the purchase we’ve made. At least until another shift. We can come back in a few hours?”

“But we’re here now,” Viktor says, utterly perplexed.

“But the same person who just checked us out will probably check us out again,” says Yuuri, “and the only thing we’ll have to buy is two family-sized cartons of sour cream. They’ll know that we were just in there. And that we forgot something. And that our family eats a ridiculous amount of sour cream. Viktor, they’ll want to ask us about it.”

“Okay,” Viktor says. “Would it be better if…I went in and got it myself?”

“No. We go to this store every week. They know we’re married. The next time I’m here they’ll ask me Why did your husband buy all that sour cream.”

Viktor, gently, laughs and says, “Darling, I really don’t think cashiers pay that much attention to what people buy.”

“I know,” Yuuri groans. “But what if they do?”

“It’ll be fine,” Viktor says, and starts towards the store. “I’ll buy something other than the sour cream. I’ll be back in two minutes.”

When Viktor settles into the car, passing the single shopping bag with two huge containers of sour cream and one singular pack of gum in it, Yuuri releases a mournful bleat and says with the gravity normally reserved for funerals, “We can never come back to this store”

A thought I’ve had this morning...

I’m seeing people drawing and talking about how Yuri and Otabek practiced “the glove thing”. And that’s very funny, really it is, and I like it, but let’s remember…

In the manga, we can see how Yuri was pissed off about Yuuri skating his exhibition with Viktor, and Yuri asks Otabek to take part in his exhibition in that right moment, just before his own exhibition, right? 

Initially, Otabek wasn’t going to take part in all of this, and he can’t pair skate with Yuri. He just helped Yuri the night before to practice his program with the new song. Well, my headcanon now is what all “the glove thing” was TOTALLY IMPROVISED.

Maybe Yuri told Otabek in the last minute: “Stay at the edge of the icerink, then, when I bring you my hands, you take off my gloves, in the most spectacular way that comes to your mind, and at the end, make the pew pew thing with your finger, k?”. And Otabek thought: “Hmm, spectacular way… oh my god, I can only think taking off his glove with my teeth…”

If my headcanon is true and they didn’t practice “the glove thing” before, OH MY LORD, THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME!!

((PS: sorry if something is weird explained, I’ll be apologizing for my awful english forever))

Send me a face for a headcanon about my muse!
  • (`・ω・´) : What does your muse completely gush over?
  • _| ̄|○ : What situation would your muse give up in?
  • (`-´)> : Who does your muse honor the most?
  • (´;ω;`): What brings your muse into a state of
  • depression?
  • ヽ(´ー`)ノ : What calms your muse down?
  • ヽ(`Д´)ノ : What irritates your muse the most?
  • (#゚Д゚) : What does your muse do if they're angry?
  • ( ´Д`) : Is your muse loud in bed?
  • ( ゚Д゚) : What does your muse do when surprised?
  • ┐('~`;)┌ : When your muse can't answer something, what
  • do they do?
  • (´∀`) : What could your muse care less about?
  • ( ´_ゝ`) : Who or what is your muse most indifferent
  • about?
  • Σ(゜д゜;) : Is your muse easily scared?
  • ( ゚ヮ゚) : When is your muse happiest?
  • キタ━━━(゜∀゜)━━━!!!!! : What does your muse do when
  • very excited?
  • ⊂二二二( ^ω^)二⊃ : Does your muse like to cuddle?
  • ( ´Д`)ノ(´・ω・`) ナデナデ: Does your muse pat others on the
  • head? If not, do they get pat on their head?
  • (((( ;゚Д゚))): What is your muse terrified of?
  • Σ(゚Д゚): What would your muse be most shocked to obtain?
  • ( ゚д゚): What amazes your muse?
  • (´ー`)y-~~ : Does your muse do any drugs? Smoke?
  • ( ^_^)o自自o(^_^ ) : How often does your muse drink?
  • ヽ(´ー`)人(´∇`)人(`Д´)ノ: How friendly is your muse around new people?
  • ('A`) : What does your muse do when they're alone?
  • (´-`).。oO( ... ) : What does your muse think about a lot?
  • (゚Д゚;≡;゚Д゚): Is your muse impatient?
  • ( ´д)ヒソ(´Д`)ヒソ(Д` ): Does your muse enjoy gossiping?
  • (・∀・)つ⑩ : Does your muse enjoy saving or spending money? Or are they indifferent?
  • (゚д゚): When your muse didn't expect something, what do they do?
  • (゚⊿゚) : Is your muse in denial a lot?
  • (・∀・) : Does your muse like to tease people?
  • (・A・) : What does your muse consider to be bad?
  • (゚∀゚) : If your muse was a drug, what kind would they be?
  • ( つ Д `) : When your muse is sad, what do they do?
  • ♪┏(・o・)┛♪ : Can your muse dance well?
  • d(*⌒▽⌒*)b : What makes your muse the happiest they could ever be?
  • (╬ ಠ益ಠ): What infuriates your muse to the point they may kill whatever it is?
  • (≧ロ≦): Is your muse a screamer in bed?
  • (ΘεΘ;): How much of a tsundere is your muse?
  • (‐^▽^‐): What does your muse's laugh sound like?
  • ┌(;`~,)┐ : What discombobulates your muse?
  • ε=ε=ε=┌(;*´Д`)ノ : How does your muse run?
  • ヽ(´▽`)/ : What does your muse look like when happy?
  • ヽ(o`皿′o)ノ : Is your muse violent when angry?
  • Joly: I hate spring! There are bees everywhere, I'm going to get stung
  • Combeferre: Joly, bees are friends!
  • Courfeyrac: Just think of them as a hoard of Enjorlases...tiny, fuzzy, bright yellow, they make buzzing noises, sting people when they're angry...
  • Grantaire: ...sweet like honey...
  • Joly:
  • Combeferre:
  • Courfeyrac:
  • Enjolras:
  • Grantaire: *coughs*
  • Grantaire: Uh...who wants to hear me recite the bee movie..."According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way..."

I love this ridiculous, trashy, rowdy, obscene bar.

Bonus (Kix-drank-too-much edition):

anonymous asked:

Tbh kinda want there to be some langst in the form of Matt suddenly showing up and seeming like a the team wanting him to pilot blue lion

Lance didn’t mean to spy on them, okay, nor did he mean overhearing what they were saying. It’s just, he was going for some leftover goo after a well needed shower, and as he was rounding the corner, Shiro’s voice, laced with amusement, reached him and made him stop in his tracks.

“We’re gonna train you like a true paladin of Voltron,” he was chuckling, followed by a oh so familiar ‘oof’, meaning he had just patted the shit out of someone’s shoulder. The someone replied back, a little wheezy “Sure, because that’s exactly what I need” and- of course it was Matt.

Matt Holt, Shiro’s long time friend and companion, Pidge’s brother, miraculously back safe from the failure of the Kerberos mission. Everyone was overjoyed with having him on the ship, rightfully so, and he was a cool guy, with an acquired knowledge of Galra machinery that even the Alteans lacked. Had a smile for everyone, a biting humor that made even Keith laugh, and was also great with technical stuff. Basically, the perfect paladin.

And Lance was happy to have him back, of course, because he had never seen Pidge look so joyful, and Shiro looked less like he was contemplating leaving again to fistfight enemies in the astral plane. It was awesome, even.

But- lately his chest had inexplicably started to feel hollow. He was so happy, except for the constant pressure in the back of his eyes, and an annoying knot in his stomach. And sure, he could feel his control slipping with Blue, like their bond was just an echo of what it had been, like the connection was disturbed by a shitty cable plan, but it was going great. Zarkon was no more, Shiro was back with Matt, and the Galra army was still reorganizing itself, scattered and weak. They would be able to get it over with, finally, and go back home, leave all this shitshow behind and save the universe, whatever.

It only made sense to use every resource they had. And while Lance thought he had hidden his shortcomings well, what if he hadn’t? It didn’t matter. Of course they wanted Matt to pilot Blue in his place, because he was a shitty paladin anyway and wouldn’t it be better for everyone? He just wanted to go home, and him backing down was the faster solution.

So why couldn’t he bring himself to say it? To say, hey, Matt, I’m leaving Blue to you, treat her well, she’s a mighty lady. And why couldn’t his heart stop rabbiting in his chest, growing fangs to bite into his lungs and steal his breath? Why the fuck did he feel so empty?

He was surprised too, when a thud ringed clearly in the silence, and it was him hitting the floor, his legs suddenly giving out.

Confused, he watched two figures approach and- Shiro and Matt were looking at him weirdly, as he scrambled upright again, using the wall as a prop.

“Lance,” Shiro called, and he was frowning “Everything okay? We heard a noise.”

Lance laughed, although humorlessly. “Just tripped!” he lied, and now Matt was smiling, and he couldn’t bear it any longer, could he?

“No case of human slipperies, I hope,” Matt joked, and Shiro gave him a tight lipped, amused stare.

Lance winced. “Naah, I just took my shower a little too hot, I guess.”

Shiro looked relieved at that, but still suspicious, his eyes narrowed. “Good job out there, by the way,” he praised, slowly, clearly trying to make him feel better, and it hurt. Why did it hurt so much?

“A-Ah, of course! You, too,” he tried to hide the grimace behind a bright grin and a wink. An uncomfortable silence fell upon them. Huh. “Well!” he trilled “Now, if you’ll excuse me, my beauty sleep is calling me!” They laughed.

“Sure it is! Get some rest, Lance,” Shiro said, raising his hand to give him what would probably have been a reassuring pat, but Lance practically sprinted away, missing the troubled look Shiro and Matt shared.

Only when the door of his room was firmly closed behind his shoulders he let his legs fail him again, sliding down into a crouched position.

“Fuck,” he managed, low and broken, staring at his feet, as hot tears started streaming down his cheeks, “Fuck.”

Obviously I have a deep appreciation for anything involving height differences, but I feel like Short!Enj is extremely underappreciated by my little corner of the fandom. Consider, if you will:

  • Enjolras having to stand on tiptoes to tell Grantaire to “BE SERIOUS!”
  • Bahorel putting Enjolras on his shoulders so he can shout at large crowds
  • Combeferre having conversations with people right over the top of Enjolras’s head just to annoy him
  • Grantaire using Enjolras as an armrest
  • Courfeyrac being incredibly awful about it because “I may be short, but at least I’m not Enjolras short.”
  • Enjolras having to buy skinny jeans from the tween section because they’re the only pants that fit him
  • Grantaire lifting Enjolras out of danger with one arm while shoving people out of the way with the other when rallies go bad
  • Gavroche making a point of measuring himself against Enjolras, even after he gets his growth spurt and becomes waaaaaaaaaay taller
  • Enjolras climbing on tables to make announcements, or just to talk–it becomes a force of habit
  • Courfeyrac, Joly, Bossuet, Musichetta, and Grantaire singing “Stick to the Status Quo” whenever he climbs on a table
  • Just…short!Enjolras

Qin Xiong has a cold and Xuezhang (senior) just wants to take care of him. 

Characters from ‘Their Story’ by Tan Jiu


Kara and Lena have dance parties to NSYNC in Kara’s apartment when they both have bad days. Dance parties were never really something Kara did on her own. But after coming home in a bad mood to be met with Lena also in a bad mood, it only took one or two fights before Kara grabbed a CD off her shelf and aggressively shoved it into the stereo saying she knew what would make them feel better. Because really who can keep yelling each other when NSYNC’s Its Gonna Be Me is playing at full volume in the background. 

It takes almost the full song of Kara jumping around and singing before Lena can feel herself start to crack. It is when Kara puts on Bye Bye Bye and points to herself in beat with the chorus that Lena starts to laugh and allows Kara to spin them around the living room. Neither of them able to hear the pounding on the door. 

Maggie leans on the wall next to the door, her boot against the wall next to her knee, having finally given up telling Alex that they are busy and can’t hear them. But Alex is worried after the day Kara had so Maggie waits patiently as Alex digs around for the spare key to the apartment and unlocks the door grumbling about what the hell they could be listening to so loud they can’t hear the door.

It’s not the song the shocks Alex, she remembers it well after listening to it on repeat for so many years through the walls of her parent’s house. It is Lena jumping up and down, and banging her head, hair loose, in time to the lyrics  that stops Alex a few steps into the apartment. Kara and Lena both stop dancing, faces flushed, their argument long forgotten, and stare back at a wide eyed Alex and a grinning Maggie. 
“We’ve been knocking for five minutes and this is what you are doing?!?!” Alex yells as the next song starts. “And NSYNC! Really?! I expect this from you Kara. But you Lena!” Alex points accusingly. “I really expected better!” 

Lena’s face flushes brighter as she and Kara exchange looks and burst out laughing. “Oh come on Alex!” Kara yells back as she starts dancing closer to her sister. 

“Don’t you dare! KARA!” Alex yells taking a step back. Kara’s attention turning to Maggie her eyes widening. “YOU! You are tapping your toes!” It comes out more as a sequel as she points at Maggie’s foot. Alex’s mouth falling open as she looks to Maggie her eyes narrow. “You wouldn’t.” Maggie shrugs, her face guilty as Kara pulls Maggie into her and Lena and turns the stereo up even louder. “Traitor!!” Alex hollers trying not to smile as she crosses her arm watching the three girls jump around in a crazy mess occasionally freezing in unison to sing a line into the invisible mics in their hands.