i feel like you are the kind of human being who even if there is not glitter somewhere on your person there is glitter in your soul, somewhere
~BE THE GLITTER YOU WANT TO SEE IN THE WORLD~

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i feel like you are the kind of human being who even if there is not glitter somewhere on your person there is glitter in your soul, somewhere
~BE THE GLITTER YOU WANT TO SEE IN THE WORLD~
Headcanon: MollyHall perpetually lost in foreign cities and instead of panicking about potential life threatening situations, sits on the curb of the red light district at 3am and blogs about it. Meanwhile, at the day job: "where is Not Bob's Assistant Molly?" "Amsterdam didn't you read her post about almost dying again" (it occurs to me that this may be closer to Universal Truth of MollyHall than Headcanon)
what i love most about this headcanon are as follows:
it implies i just flounce off to foreign cities all the time
the people in my office refer to me as “Not Bob’s Assistant Molly”
i’m VERY chill in a crisis
Headcannon: You're the friend at the sleepover who makes sure everyone feels safe and comfortable and has a spot for their sleeping bag and all the snacks they want, even when you're at their house.
at every party, above all, i am the person that is most concerned that everybody has enough to eat.
headcanon: you talk with your hands[/entire body] a lot and tend to either super focus on things or be really easily distracted. also probably talk to yourself out loud a lot. and also probably inanimate objects. ?
if you are referring specifically to the night last week when i knocked a figurine over, tearfully apologized, and then spent two and a half hours talking her through the surgical reassembly process while audibly scolding myself for being careless with my wall art--
Headcanon: the universe conspires to make interesting things happen to you just to hear you retell the events.
i kind of like to imagine the universe as like, a gently drunk fairy godmother who occasionally looks down at earth and goes, “OH my god wouldn’t it be funny if–”
I think you secretly love sharks, despite what your twitter bio says
i RESPECT sharks. i respect the hell out of sharks. i just think sharks and i should never be in the same place at the same time. i think sharks should keep doing their thing as far away from me as possible.
I headcanon that you've never really been in a fistfight but you'd be surprisingly good at it if it ever came up.
as my mother used to say: “use your chin. they never expect you to come at them with your chin.”
You would be either the best or worst GM in the history of hockey because your team would consist solely of very nice men and they would play very hard for you.
“this year the Chicago Ofgeographys select first overall all of the emergency house goalies from every team around the league.”
“uh–mollyhall, you can’t–they’re not technically–”
“THIS YEAR THE CHICAGO OFGEOGRAPHYS SELECT FIRST OVERALL ALL OF THE EMERGENCY HOUSE GOALIES FROM EVERY TEAM AROUND THE LEAGUE.”
“but–”
“THIS YEAR–”
“OKAY! okay. fine. you can take the emergency goalies. jesus.”