Tag: head canon accepted

gaymilesedgeworth:

gaymilesedgeworth:

when i was a baby gay i had a huge crush on Darlene from Roseanne

they really tried to pretend this character was heterosexual 

Didn’t we all? Also, Sara Gilbert realised she was a lesbian while dating her on-screen boyfriend, Johnny Galecki, so in my own head canon that’s what happened with Darlene, end of. Gay forever after. Like Steve Rogers has been claimed by the Bisexuals, Darlene Connor is forever of the generation of wlw who had their first big gay awakenings listening to Melissa Etheridge, Jill Soubule, and Sarah McLaughlan, wearing plaid and black nail polish, writing poetry and songs, and watching Daria in the afternoons.

starksquill:

I know everyone has already seen this clip (RDJ being a diva™️ will forever be my favorite thing) but please imagine this as an Avengers Press Conference and it’s all stuffy and boring and Cap hates these thing but then of course Tony opens his mouth and instantly the entire room is laughing and Steve is fucking wheezing for like two minutes after the joke was even told and even Tony is trying to move on but Steve is just doubled over laughing and Steve is just very in love with Tony.

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wombatking:

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chocolatequeennk:

spatscolombo:

cracked:

12 Times Han Solo Used The Force Without Knowing It

I need Han to accidentally be force strong, mostly because HE WOULD HATE THAT SO MUCH

“Wow so you’re basically a self-taught Jedi”
“WHAT–ARE YOU–I’M THE BEST PILOT IN–”
“That’s force shit”
“I’M AN EXCELLENT SHOT”
“Yeah, because of the force”
“I’M INCREDIBLY PERSUASIVE”
“That’s the force making people believe your terrible lies against all reason ”
“I’LL SEE YOU IN HELL”

I can picture his reaction now…

Originally posted by gameraboy

No, but this is:

Originally posted by sterkiller

Oh heck

George Lucas can pry Force Sensitive Han from my cold dead hands.

I love everything about this theory, but my favourite part of it by far is now utterly offended he’d be by the suggestion.

Imagine how pissed off he’s going to be when he shows up as Rey’s force ghost guide. 

This just keeps getting better.

@esamastation

221aubrina:

cosmictuesdays:

sindri42:

randomthingsthatilike123:

So the thing is in the actual book series JK Rowling never said what House Hagrid was in. We find out that Hagrid actually went to Hogwarts as a student really in the 2nd book–when we see Tom Riddle, the Slytherin prefect confront Hagrid in his own dorm room, and the two seemed pretty familiar with each other.

Hagrid was expelled as a 3rd year. He was born in 1928, and Riddle was born 1926. So Riddle was a 5th year prefect,

Hagrid doesn’t seem like he was particularly good at any branch of magic other than Care of Magical Creatures, so how would the two know each other? Hagrid is 2 years younger than Tom, so how would they have known each other well enough for Hagrid to call him ‘Tom,’ not Riddle?

Now, the prefects are some of the only people the oblivious Harry Potter recognizes from other Houses, other than Quidditch players. And yet we’ve never heard about prefects from other Houses coming in to discipline Gryffindor students. Hell we’ve never heard about people from other houses in the Gryffindor common room period. You really think that Tom Riddle would know enough about a 3rd year Gryffindor nobody, someone who isn’t even his year?

Not to mention this is when the Chamber of Secrets is open, a girl was killed. You think Gryffindor is going to let a powerful Slytherin traipse around their tower, when tensions are running high after being terrified all year? No.

But you know what’s much more plausible? Hagrid was a Slytherin.

Whereas it wouldn’t make any sense to be friends with a young Gryiffindor, young Slytherins are Tom’s responsibility. Tom knowing, and being able to access a 3rd year Slytherin’s dormitory–how he knew Hagrid well enough to know about Arigog, and where he’s kept– makes much more sense. Not to mention they are looking for the heir of Slytherin. Guess what hint hint they’re probably looking at a Slytherin to be accountable for Myrtle’s murder. Not a Gryffindor.

The only reason suspicion fell on Harry was because he could literally talk to snakes, and people who didn’t know enough about what happened in the past made the obvious leap “Slytherin’s monster=Snake; harry can talk to snakes=Harry’s the heir of Slytherin.”

And damn, it makes sense that Hagrid’s a Slytherin. If there’s anyone who’s a true friend to Harry it’s Hagrid, the man who tried to make sure Harry had everything he ever needed (I still get emotional thinking about Hagrid making that scrapbook for Harry. @Dumbledore maybe Harry wouldn’t have been so enraptured by the Mirror of Erised if he actually had a damn photo of his parents).

And it makes perfect sense for Hagrid to be prejudiced against Slytherin. These are the people who threw him away, who got him kicked out of Hogwarts, who would have taken away his home if Dumbledore hadn’t allowed him to stay on as groundskeeper. And yeah don’t get me wrong Hagrid definitely has morals but he’s like the definition of Slytherin loyalty, he’d do anything for the people he cares about. Just think of him hiding Gawp in the Forbidden Forrest. It’s not safe or wise or brave, he keeps that knowledge from even Dumbledore (Dumbledore, who he believes in not because of his ideals or what he stands for but because he is Dumbledore, someone Hagrid is loyal to).

But this is his brother, who is going to get hurt if he stays with the other giants. Think of how Hagrid loves Harry–now, think of Narcissa Malfoy, willing to do anything if it meant the chance her son was alive, even defy Voldemort and go against what her family had been working towards for decades. Hagrid is such a Slytherin parent.

tl;dr sure, JKR might have posted on her twitter or Pottermore that Hagrid was a Gryffindor, but writing is about showing, not telling. And she might have told us that he’s Gryffindor, but she’s showed us he’s Slytherin

Plus when you look at basically everything he does, both as a teacher and in his personal life, Ambition seems to be the guiding trait. Gotta teach kids about care of magical creatures? Go big or go home; I have already ordered a crate of super illegal giant death bugs. Dragon? Dragon motherfucker. Gorgeous half-giantess headmistresss of the most elite and snootiest academy in europe? Mack on immediately. 

“Someone’s gotta take care of them, and that someone’s gonna be me.”

Great analysis!

fakedick:

I’m still shook, even now at 5am on a Thursday, over what I witnessed a few days ago in the Barnes & Noble Starbucks. Absolutely shook.

Two grown-ass men, obviously friends but dressed like they were in two different high school cliques, were arguing, passionately about who Gerard Way was. The one wearing a Green Lantern shirt and thick-rimmed hipster glasses said that Gerard Way is the lead singer of My Chemical Romance. The other guy was wearing what I wore during my emo phase in middle school, mostly black with a skinny red tie and a grey vest, was arguing that Gerard Way was a comic book writer.

Then a third person comes up, obviously another friend as she put down a tray of drinks for the three of them, looking like she could’ve been a Kappa Nu with Elle Woods, and asks “What dumb thing are you two arguing about now?”

The two men reply. Elle Woods’ sorority sister says “They’re the same damn person, you idiots. He does both things.”

Absolutely shook. I feel like I witnessed the utopia suggested by the end of High School Musical where everyone from all the different cliques are friends and Wildcats or some shit…

Now I’m imagining a fic where these two show each other comics and music and fall in love over the shared love of the multidudes Gerard Way contans and I think that’s just so beautiful.

idyllspace:

whitmerule:

laughsalot3412:

exactingleverage:

↪The Snow Job

I love how Hardison takes this information in stride. Fortune cookie breakfast? Okay cool, how does that work exactly? He wants to know everything about her. What she does and why she does it.

Meanwhile Eliot’s face is the face of a man who is slowly realizing that the people he cares about are going to die of poor life choices without him to mom them into submission.

aka angrily cook for them. ALL THE TIME.

Eliot: HOW DO THE TWO OF YOU NOT HAVE SCURVY. EAT THIS FANCY MEAL WITH CITRUS

Hardison: Actually, man, my orange drinks–

Eliot: *HISSES LIKE AN ANGRY CAT*

Hardison: Nevermind.

Eliot: *TURNS TO PARKER* CHOCOLATE AND DRY GOODS ARE NOT A MEAL PLAN, PARKER. I MADE THIS SUPPLEMENT SHAKE–DRINK IT WHILE I WATCH.

Parker: …can I dunk my fortune cookies in there?

Eliot: *TWITCHES IN FURIOUS RESIGNATION* I ALREADY CRUMBLED SOME UP IN THERE. DRINK.

l0vegl0wsinthedark:

hangingwithpeter:

livingroomsong:

okay but imagine that james wasn’t in the house that halloween. he was talking to dumbledore or out to get groceries or anything that has him out of the house. so lily is home alone but she still sacrifices herself for her son, so the curse still rebounds and hits voldemort and “kills” him. so harry is still the boy who lived, but james is alive. 

and of course it’s awful. it’s a terrible moment, burying lily. james is devestated and has no idea how he’s going to raise harry alone. he has to testify that peter betrayed the order, because he’s alive to pass on the knowledge that peter was his secret keeper, not sirius. sirius doesn’t go to prison because he’s too busy helping james cope with lily’s death to go after peter, and peter’s already faked his death by the time he can leave james. 

remus and sirius move in with james to help take care of harry, because he swears he can’t do it on his own. remus doesn’t have to focus on rent and food money because james tells him he’s family, so he can focus on a job he actually enjoys such as editing or writing, something freelance so he can take full moons off and no one will wonder why. 

sirius refuses to get any job beside full time babysitter, curls up as padfoot and keeps harry warm and safe, especially when the boy gets older and starts having nightmares about what happened to his mom. 

harry is raised in the wizarding world, with the most protective family of anyone he’s ever met, and invites ron and hermione over to his house during the summer and somehow padfoot always gets them into some sort of trouble. 

when harry goes through hardships at hogwarts, he always has his dad to turn to. james would stroke his hair back from his forehead and kiss his son’s scar and remind him, “your mother was the most brilliant witch there ever was and she’s watching over you, so you’ll never have to worry.” 

even when pettigrew comes back and revives voldemort, james is on the quidditch pitch the minute harry comes back with the cup and cedric’s dead body, remus and sirius right behind him and swearing he’ll destroy anyone who doesn’t take his son seriously. 

the fight at the ministry harry’s fifth year, james would remind sirius to keep focused, remind him not to get overwhelmed with adrenaline and to focus, and would watch not just harry’s back but his best friends’ too. when he sees sirius too focused on making fun to notice bellatrix amazing a curse straight at him, he dives in front of it to push sirius out of the way and ends up in St. Mungo’s after the fight, a little bruised and battered but with promises that he’ll heal and a sheepish apology from Padfoot in the former of an old, drool covered chew toy. 

when harry disappears seventh year, he and james keep in contact with the magical mirrors that belonged to sirius and james paces the kitchen every evening, listening to potterwatch and shrugging off Sirius’ shoulder on his hand telling him that their boy will be okay because he’s incredibly smart and incredibly brave and honestly mate how’d you make such an amazing boy? 

and then the fight at hogwarts happens. remus and sirius have each other’s backs and james just wants to find harry. he does, a little too late, being carried out of the woods in hagrid’s arms. he breaks down and drops to his knees and remus and sirius look at each other and think, “there is no way we can fix him after this.” 

but then harry is back and voldemort is dead and james’ face is tear stained and they’re all worn out and bruised but their family is alive and sirius, a little hesitantly, offers, “…so who wants ice cream?”

Ow my heart.

Well fuck

You think of Mr. Rochester, mad wives
in attics, Jane herself, as plain as flan.
You don’t remember Helen Burns, Jane’s friend

from school. Reader, I married her. I pressed
my eighth-grade self between those pages like
a flower, left for later hands. Helen.

“I like to have you near me,” she would cough,
romantically consumptive, after Jane
sneaked to her sick-bed. “Are you warm, darling?”

We’ll always find ourselves inside the book,
no matter what the book, no matter how
little we’re given. I was twelve; gay meant

nothing to me. I only knew I’d go
to Lowood Institution, rise at dawn,
bare knuckles to the switch, choke down the gruel,

pray to the bell, if this meant I could hold
another girl all night, if I could clasp—
this even if she died there while I slept,
this even if I died there in my sleep.

Jane Eyre Unbanned: (x)

Helen was always my favourite, too.

scrollgirl:

annotateddc:

When Eugene Brave Rock’s character Chief introduces himself to Diana in Wonder Woman, in Blackfoot he says that his name is actually Napi. Kind of ironically, Napi is actually a Blackfoot demi-god trickster and storyteller, which kind of sort of fits with Chief/Napi’s role in the story as a goodhearted smuggler, as well as a slight tip of the hat to Diana’s true nature as well.

Given how the DCEU has been more open in its embracing the kitchen sink nature of its setting than over in the MCU, I guess it’s possible that Napi could be THE Napi… But it’s more likely that he’s named for the demi-god instead.

…Though it would be a means to get Eugene Brave Rock to come back for future stories… Hm…

I’m here for Chief being the real Napi in disguise, and Diana having a century-long friendship with another demi-god. The two of them get together a few times a decade to catch up and remember their mortal compatriots.