#technically a headcanon

[definitelyyasuho]

random thought:

modern au of kid Jonathan had a bowl cut

[regretevator-headcanonss]

i don't have a proper nickname for past mannequin mark so I call them "mannequin egg"

ba dum tss

[stcrtrainer]

Leilani doodle dump

[rycusfunnies]

Normal conversation over discord. First started out as me simping then devolved into this. Idk if my friend even remembers the movie or has seen it but the fact this sounds so right scares me.

[70eeznutz]

how do i talk about my headcanon that seven has BO despite showering every day without people assuming i’m like “into” that stuff??

i fucking hate the internet man. all “gross” features of the body is someone’s kink I JUST WANT TO MAKE HEADCANONS FOR GODS SAKE :(

literally everyone is gross on some level! there shouldn’t be anything weird abt that! yet i feel like i need to defend myself! this sucks!

[amechanicalgirl]

It was a daunting task, Corin remembered, but it was necessary. Old photos and paper clippings were stacked and scattered along the table; some held successes, some held surprisingly painful failures.

"Do you remember who this man is?" He asked the machine, sliding a well-worn photograph to the machine. A finger tapped at a gaunt faced gentleman.

The machine simply stared at the image, gears clicking and turning were the only breaks in the tense silence. Soon, it answered.

"I do not. I am sorry."

Corin sighed, trying his hardest to keep it stifled. "He was your instructor, back when you took ballet. Saud Prifti. He taught you for years."

But that was all the man had known. He slid the photo away, sliding forward another. This time it was of a woman who was stern in expression, and whose half of her face seemed to be strangely disfigured.

"Do you recall her? This woman here?" He asked. He had asked these questions for what felt like hours.

The machine gazed at the image, answering soon after. "Yes. That is my Aunt Katzya. Sister to my mother. She lives in Zaun."

"Yes. Yes that's good. Do you remember what your mother's name is?"

A pause, one that held for much too long.

"I do not. I am sorry."

"It's alright," lied the man. "You were very young when she passed. I shouldn't be surprised you have a hard time remembering it."

Quickly he moved on with another picture, one of a studious dark haired girl. "This should be easy. You two were friends growing up, remember?"

A new sensation washed over the machine - a weighty dread pulling at her limbs. She should remember, shouldn't she? Orianna would have. But the longer her electrical blues scanned the image, nothing more came to mind but inevitable failure.

Finally, the machine answered.

"...I do not know. I am sorry."

Disappointment was heavy in the air, even if the man's face didn't express it.

"It's okay," he lied again. "This is why we do this. Her name was Caitlyn."

[olympicfated-a]

Bella left because her mom wanted to travel. That same mom already turned her bedroom into something new. So that she could have two whole rooms dedicated to herself. Without a thought to where her daughter might sleep should she visit, or hell even should she just want to come back home. Those were not concerns to Renee and Bella knew it too. It was no secret where Bella stood. The number this did on her self esteem. Bella did not know what family truly felt like until she moved to Forks. Her mother was a shitty mother and selfishly took Bella. And then when she had some new interest she had no problem tossing her off elsewhere to the place she trained her daughter to despise.

[duckulamoved]

Sam's story about his mom and the carnival isn't real but he still knows no kid is going to win Jenkins in the carnival game because he used to run a carnival booth and was pre-tty good at rigging those games. No one ever managed to win anything from his booth. (And a bonus some lady convinced him to give her kid the Orangatoad).