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rachi-roo · 3 years

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YOU HAVE RO SHARE YOUR ASAHI HEADCANNONS WITH THE WORLD THEY GOT ME F’D UP

Ashfudjdnfksksnfia Queen PLZ! >////w////< As you wish!

Haikyuu: Asahi tickle Headcanons!

Asahi, the gentle giant from Karasunos volleyball team. How can someone so big be so soft? Here are a few examples of just how soft this big ball of mochi can be~

Lee:

Asahi is a Lee. 99% Lee. He just loves the physical contact, reminding him of the strong bond he and his friends have.

Honestly, when it comes to tickles this man is like a big ol' puppy who wants belly rubs, though he's far to shy to actually ask for them. So his friends make sure to ask him at least every other day if he wants some tickle time. His burning red cheeks are all the answer they need.

As Ducky here informed me, Asahis most sensetive areas are his tummy and sides.

Most of the time, he will try and be still for his ler, that's the best way to get the best tickles.

Raspberries are his favourite. The way he twitches and giggles in anticipation is just pure, untainted gold~

He always has to have something to hug, since he can't stand seeing what's going on. Make sure to give him a hoodie, bag, a big plushie, anything that he can squeeze the life out of whilst you give him what he deserves.

He doesn't mind rough or soft tickles. Anything that gives him that sensation will do.

He won't talk much during his wrecking, his face buried to deep in whatever he's hugging. However, if you did want to hear his laughter better, you'd have to get someone to pin his arms up. Tag-team that big boi.

When attacking these areas his laughter is big and hearty. A little snort here and there too~

Another spot he's sensetive is his ears. If you're not a giant then you'll have to wait until he's sat down or make sure you can jump high enough to sneak a little puff of air into his ear.

Ear tickles make him squeak, yes squeak. He will scronch his neck and shoulders up like a little turtle hiding from a predator.

A great way to tickle this spot is whilst he's napping. Just a little whisp of air or even a feather if you have one on you. His sleepy giggles are too pure for this world and those who've heard them are blessed and should feel honoured.

This man is so easily flustered. Just a nose boop is enough to have him giggling and blushing.

Lots of head shaking, lots of leg flailing but other than that, he's a very well behaved Lee. 100/10 highly recommend~ 🧡

Ler:

Although Asahi is a Lee, that doesn't mean he won't give his friends an affectionate tickle or two.

Big hands. Big huuuuuge hands. And what they do? They tickle. Really, really... Gently. Yes, despite his huge hands he's incredibly gentle.

Too gentle. It's cruel how nice he is whilst he's being the ler. He doesn't even realise he's teasing you when he talks.

'Having fun?'

'Haha, that smile is precious.'

'Well that was an interesting sound.'

Of course it depends on who he's tickling and why. If it's Noya because he's being a little shit his choice of words are more along the lines of-

'Done being an ass now, gremlin?'

'You need to learn your lesson.'

But even then, he's still so gentle. Probably because he's worried he'll hurt those small people.

He doesn't like to pin as such, but will definitely sit on the victims waist, just to keep them from fleeing.

His tickles are random, scittering and scribbling fingers. Usually just sticking to the victims torso.

Big boi is just such a softie. And I wouldn't want him any other way 😚

95% Lee - 5% Ler

#Hc ask #hc request #Haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu asahi #asahi fluff #Asahi is sof boi #haikyuu tickle

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whittakerjodie · 3 years

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A Quick Reprieve (13th Doctor X Reader)

For: The lovely @evening-sol who I know is going to do amazing on her upcoming exam. Love you.

A/N: sorry for lack of writing. Have this.

Typically, your alarm would shatter your slumber and let you know that it was time to start your day. But tonight, or more accurately, this morning, you were already up and alert; you had been, the entire time. Before you, on your desk, lay a plethora of notebooks, papers, flashcards- anything and everything that could prepare you for the upcoming exam. It was a cloud that had been hanging over your head for weeks now, and you weren't sure if you’d be ready to face the rain when it broke open. All you could do was prepare and it seemed like there was no limit to the hours you had to spend to do that.

A consequence of that was the fact that you had spent the whole night awake, rereading almost every single word and yet feeling as though you weren’t absorbing any of them. One more round, you kept telling yourself, as you paused to blink the sleep out of your eyes. A hand moved to close the book in front of you. The book shut with a thump that was just as gentle as the hand that closed it. A gentle hand which was not your own.

“Seems like you’ve had enough of this for now,” more gentleness, this time in the form of a quiet whisper. You tilted your head back. Although your eyes were half closed, you could still see the Doctor’s face peering down at you, her lips molded into a small frown.

“What’re you doing here?” You asked, wincing at the way your dry throat was scratched by the words. The Doctor reached over you to start gathering your notes into piles. It didn’t seem like she had a plan when she began the attempt, but somehow it seemed as though she was organizing it all quite nicely. Or at least you hoped, for the sake of your studying. You watched her as she tucked it all under her arm and grabbed a blanket from your bed.

“Are you too tired to walk?”

“Depends. Where am I walking to?”

“Yeah, you definitely sound too tired. Be right back!” the Doctor said, a bit more cheerfully. Her very awake personality and movements contrasted with your tired ones a little bit too much, and you realized just how drastic they were. Suddenly everything felt very heavy on your shoulders. Without any notes to stare at, your eyes started to throw in the towel. What perked you up was the sound of the TARDIS materializing. You didn’t open your eyes, which had shut, but if you did you would’ve seen the TARDIS parking itself around you, inviting you into its infinite depths. Your chair and your desk, too, meaning you’d have to move them later. But beggars couldn’t be choosers.

“I really don’t… want to move,” you admitted, completely slumped against the chair. You heard paper slap against the console as the Doctor set your papers down. Then the sound of paper hitting the floor. You peeked through one eyelid to see all of your notes scattered on the floor. They had apparently not found a comfortable resting place on the console. The Doctor stepped in front of them, walking over to you.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Might wake up with a hurt back though.”

You groaned; after everything else, the last thing you needed was a hurt back.

“Are you okay with me carrying you to your room?”

Normally, such an offer would make you blush like mad. But the blood in your body had settled for the night and you just grunted in response, hoping the TARDIS translated the ‘yes’ hidden in it. Your hopes came true as the Doctor pulled you into her arms, lifting you off of your chair and away from your desk. You didn’t even make it to your bedroom before your eyes screwed shut, determined to get some rest.

When you awoke, your cheek tingled with the memory of a gentle touch and your hair seemed less tangled than it usually was upon waking, as if someone had combed through it for you. Lately when you woke up, your body would tense and your mind would kick into its highest gear, nervous for the day ahead and the studying that you had to fill it with. But this time you felt completely at peace, as if everything was paused and waiting for you to decide when to press play again. Like you were completely in control. It felt nice. As did the sheets and comforter that covered you, joined with the blanket the Doctor had brought from your room. She had laid it over you, you realized. She had tucked you in.

Oh, she had carried you to bed. Now that your body was awake, your blood rushed to your face and you hugged the blankets a little bit closer, trying to hold onto the realization as tightly as you could. After a few moments, your mind considered the timelord in a different way: where was she?

You decided to find out after a long moment, grabbing your blanket and wrapping it around yourself like a cloak. It floated behind you as you quickly walked through the halls of the TARDIS, your strength and awareness renewed. After several empty rooms and one encounter with a horse, you found a large open space with no defined ceiling or walls. Despite the lack of basic room features, the Doctor had found a way to string up several strands of crepe streamers in various colors. Each color seemed to be in just the shade that you preferred, blending together beautifully.

“You shouldn’t be up yet!” The timelord complained from behind you. Head moving towards the noise, you found her sitting criss-cross applesauce on the ‘floor’. It seemed as if she’d rolled around in the same streamers that she had decorated with, as they were tangled all around her body, like there had been a failed party-themed mummification. She glanced down at them and smiled sheepishly, then wiggled out of them, as if she wasn’t aware that they could simply be torn. Maybe she didn’t want to tear them. After all, it seemed as though she had a plan to use them to really pull the rest of the room together.

You realized that the stretches of the room, glaringly white upon entering, were actually shifting through a variety of gentle shades at a slow pace. It gave the impression that the room was pulsing, alive. Like the TARDIS was celebrating with you. But celebrating what? What was the Doctor getting up to?

“What’s this for?”

“For you! Well, once I get everything else in here” she said with a loud scronch of her nose. “Took me a while to find the party supplies. Got chased by a tiger.”

“For me?” You asked.

“Yeah!” the time lord stood, brushing herself off. In the movement, a small bit of confetti fell from her pocket. She kicked it aside with her foot. “That was for later. Don’t worry, plenty more where that came from. These pockets are bigger on the inside after all.”

She patted the fabric for good measure, and a little bit more confetti fell out.

“You can go off and rest some more, or study if that’s what you need! I have everything set up for you in the library. You can tell me when you feel ready, and I’ll drop you off for the exam. But only when you’re absolutely ready, okay? No rushing yourself.”

Before you could speak, her voice barrelled on. She put her hands on her hips and stuck out her chest, as if making an important announcement. “Then, after the exam, we celebrate!”

After that, the Doctor had pushed you out of the room and towards the library. She had indeed made sure everything was set up for you. There were multiple tables put together so that all of your notes had their own space instead of sitting in piles. Behind the tables sat what appeared to be the most comfortable chair in existence. The curves and support seemed to be a perfect fit for your body, something you could tell without even sitting in it. Once you did, you couldn’t help but sigh a little in relief. It felt like the chair was going to take on some of the pressure you knew would come from tackling your notes again.

It was nice to have everything laid out in front of you and to revisit it after a nice break. Everything felt refreshed. Your brain seemed prepared to take on more information and hold it tight until it was ready to be moved to the far reaches of your mind after the exam. The exam. Even though you felt eager to tackle your notes again, the thought of the exam still set you on edge. The Doctor had said that she would drop you off at the exam when you felt ready to take it. But would you ever feel ready? You felt transported to the night before, when you were so sure that no amount of time could ever be enough.

A large part of you felt ready to get it over with, equipped with all of the knowledge you’d learned in class and nearly memorized while studying. But a small part of you worried that there was some missing piece that would trip you up. An unexpected or confusingly worded question that would throw you off the rhythm you were already worried about.

All of a sudden you blinked. You must not have done it for a while. Your eyes felt dry and, with a groan, you realized that they already felt tired both in the sense that they were bored and exhausted. Suddenly it didn’t seem so nice that your notes were all spread out. Now you had to take in how much there was, how overwhelming all of the information was to handle. You pushed yourself away from the tables, the rolling chair carrying you far across the room.

Awkwardly but determined, you managed to kick yourself back into the Doctor’s party room on the rolling chair, not wanting to move from it despite moving destinations. The time lord perked up at the sound of the chairs' tires moving across the floor. Somehow, in the few minutes that you’d been gone, she’d gotten a significant amount of decorating done. Perhaps you waking up had made her feel the need to work faster.

“Something wrong? Not stuck to the chair I hope? It hasn’t come alive? There is plastic in it, and sometimes the Autons-”

“No, Doctor, the chair isn’t alive” You confirmed. “Very comfortable though. I just… wasn’t comfortable with all the other stuff”

Seeing the Doctor’s confused and concerned expression, you quickly clarified “The studying. I don’t know, I guess it’s just hard to go back to it after a break, even though I probably should. “

“Or you could take a longer break!” the Doctor suggested eagerly. “Little trip? Or two? We could meet all the science greats! Historical figures, or even just someone you really like”

You considered it for a moment, but shook your head. “I don’t know, Doctor. I’m torn. I feel like I could do that, I could run and take an eternity to study. But I also want it over with, you know? Sometimes I feel like I need so much more time and sometimes I wish that I could just go ahead and get it done. “

“Which voice is louder?”

“Neither.”

The Doctor put down the party supplies that she was holding. Several packages of un-inflated balloons sat on the floor, all in your favorite colors. The sentiment pricked your heart a little.

“Do you know what I think?” The Doctor said, bringing your attention back to her. Her stance had softened and she stepped in front of you, cupping your chin and making your eyes meet. “I think that you could follow either voice. Do whatever you need, whatever feels best. But either way it wouldn’t change the fact that you are capable of taking that exam.”

“Capable of taking it maybe. Getting a great score…” you sighed, looking around at the room. “I mean, I appreciate the hope and your effort setting up this celebration and all but if I don’t pass-”

“Then we’d still celebrate” The Doctor said, her voice strong and sure. “You don’t think I set up this party for some number, do you?”

She moved behind your chair, setting her hands on your shoulders and squeezing reassuringly. “I set this up to celebrate you and your hard work. Because that’s what matters. Not what score you get.”

She shifted her hands to the back of the chair and began to pull, then push, and you were off, directed by her whim and hanging on to the seat for dear life.

“How many hours have you studied?” She yelled as she propelled you through the TARDIS. The lights seemed to fly by- how fast was she moving, and where was she taking you?

“I don’t kn- Doctor!” You yelled. She had turned a corner all too sharply, nearly knocking you out of the chair. You leaned backward for your own safety, pressed up against the back of the chair.

“How many hours have you spent in school learning”

You could only squeal in response as the Doctor turned another corner, her need for speed becoming concerning as she asked you questions. Another few corners past and you found yourself laughing. Whether it was out of nerves or joy, you weren’t sure. Perhaps the notes of laughter were a mix of both melodies, creating a funny feeling in your stomach.

“How many tests? Exams?”

“I-” you nearly choked on air. “A lot, I guess?” The console room came into view, and then Doctor slowed to a stop in front of the TARDIS doors. Your brain was whirring, late in realizing that you’d stopped moving. The Doctor stepped back in front of you, hands still on the back of the chair. She was leaning over you, peering down into your wide eyes.

“All of that- all of the studying, the hours spent in school, and the other assessments. You’re here, aren’t you? “

You nodded slowly.

“You’ve made it this far, after all of that. If this fear you’re feeling, about not passing or not having studied enough, had the power to stop you, it would’ve done so already. But it hasn’t. You’ve faced it each and every time and come out on top. Now you’ve just got one more go at it. And do you know what? I think you’ll do brilliantly”

You just stared up at her, enthralled by her words and her eyes. Both were so honest, awakening a sense of security within you. She was right. You’d felt this fear before, and what had happened? Everything had still led to this point, where you were so close to achieving everything that you wanted to. Perhaps the fear wasn’t a stopping point or a hurdle, but something to carry along with you like you always had. Like a companion.

“Did the TARDIS just brighten the lights or did I see a spark in your eye?” The Doctor whispered, the words moving through the air like they alone had the power to carry you through the doors.

“I- I think you saw a spark, yeah,” you said. “I guess you’re right. And I guess I know, now, which voice is louder. “

“Yeah?” the Doctor said excitedly.

“Yeah!” You said with a smile. “Maybe I am ready to just get it over with. I think I’m ready to take the exam, Doctor. “

“Oh, you always were,” The time lord said with an exaggerated tone, pushing herself off of the chair. The movement pushed you further towards the doors, towards the inevitable that you were indeed ready for. “But I bet the extra rest was nice!”

You rose from the chair, watching the Doctor punch in the coordinates for the time and a date of your exam. How she knew of them already, you had no idea, but your heart warmed at the fact that she was so eager to take you.

Your heart was pounding and your stomach was contorting with nerves of all sorts. But you knew that they wouldn’t change anything. You were going to do your best on the exam, just as you had done with everything else in your academic career. Being reminded of the strength that you had, the knowledge that you had, and all of the distance you’d put behind you so far helped carry you out the door.

You barely registered the Doctor’s “Good Luck!”

#sol I love you you are going to do AMAZING please have this small gift I wrote at like 3 am #13th doctor x reader #13th Doctor #13th doctor imagine

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greensaplinggrace · 3 years

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What Is There To Celebrate About the Darkling? (Part 3)

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His shadow powers are so badass, literally how could you not celebrate him for that alone?

Villain wears black trope REPRESENT.

The way his cloak billows dramatically in episode one before Alina enters the Fold.

The way his cloak billows in general.

His little face in the background after his and Alina’s first kiss as he tries to compose himself.

Him knocking on the table in episode five when he gets back to see Alina. My mans was so hopeful that he’d finally get to third base with the love of his life. RIP.

Large hands. Very tall.

The way he literally cannot tear his eyes away from Alina during the entire scene where Alina dresses him and they have their first kiss.

The softest looking hair I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe Alina got to run her hands through it and she still left him.

How he urgently looks around for Alina outside after she leaves in episode five, right before he confronts Baghra. He’s very frantic and panting and clearly concerned and not being subtle at all about his emotions.

Also the way he walks when he’s leaving Baghra, with his hands stuck out to the side and his fists clenching and unclenching as his form grows smaller in the distance. He looks like a tiny penguin waddling away.

Son’s evil dastardly bastard plans once again thwarted by own mother. Can you imagine living for an eternity and never being free of your parents? Fuck all that other shit, no wonder he went darkside.

“She is all that matters now, not me. She is the future. She is the one-” SIMP

His little smile before he goes to answer the door after they kiss. The way his hold on her lingers as if he can’t bear to part with her. Forehead touch. They are giggling.

The way he runs back in for another kiss. This man is so gone it’s not even funny.

He calls her to him in the books and she spends the entire time agonizing over how upset he’s going to be. The man literally just wants to ask her about her day.

Defends Alina to Baghra after he witnesses her getting harassed. Defends himself to Baghra after she treats him like shit. Love that for him.

“I made something.” / “Let me make a mark on this world before I leave it.” / “It’s my own name I’m afraid of forgetting.” / “He understood then. The Grisha lived as shadows, passing over the surface of the world, touching nothing. Forced to change their shapes and hide in corners, driven by fear as shadows were driven by the sun. No safe place. No haven.” / “There will be, he promised the darkness, words written upon his heart. I will make one.”

Him offering Alina his kvas. They drink from the same glass.

Sasha “no thoughts head empty only Alina” Morozova having to look away and calm himself when Alina licks her lips after drinking his kvas.

Literally his entire confrontation with Kaz. Absolutely hilarious. Local centuries old Black Heretic gets bested by a teenager with one (1) flash grenade.

“I never intended for it to be the blight it’s become.” - Genuine regret. A+++.

Asks Mal what Alina’s favorite flowers are and then gives them to her. Was it manipulative? Yes. Was it awful? Absolutely. Was it the funniest and smoothest shit I’ve ever seen? 100%. I laughed my ass off.

Alina: *enters the fete dressed in the black kefta* *Darkling.exe has stopped working*

This man takes one look at her lack of guards and goes: what’s more important than how beautiful the wifey looks? her safety. *protective bf mode initiated*

He admires how pretty he appears in the mirror of his room with absolutely zero shame and 100% pride. We stan a vain icon in this house💕. Also the mirror is in front of the bed?!?! 👀👀👀

His knife ring.

“You looked like you needed saving,” as fire plays across his features and he looks at Alina with an expression that makes my soul want to splinter into pieces. The implications, the pain.

Will display his complete and utter adoration for Alina in front of the entire Court including the King and Queen despite the fact that that is the worst thing he could possibly do in the political environment.

“No ordinary tracker. No ordinary girl. Orphans of Keramzin reunited. AdOrAbLe.” - How do you say you have issues without saying you have issues?

The way he eclipses Alina when he’s stepping down from the dais. The inherent romantic symbolism of the eclipse and what that means for him.

Him getting excited about the stag to the point where he’s eagerly rummaging through the maps on his table and urgently asking Mal tons of questions.

The five second delay in his thoughts as he processes that Mal isn’t cooperating. Poor guy really thought that everything was finally coming up Sasha for once.

He constantly uplifts Alina after Baghra’s emotional abuse. He constantly helps her with her self esteem and reassures her that she’s doing well and that she just needs more time.

“Yeah I don’t know what Baghra’s summoning ability is,” he said, like a liar.

Even after Baghra suggests that Alina left he doesn’t believe it. He has to hear it from Kaz after searching for ages before he finally begins to believe it.

“You smuggle Grisha out of MY PALACE!”

Titty grab during the kiss scene.

He lifts her up onto the table!!

Local whipped dark overlord gets excited that Fedyor has found Alina and has to suffer through the embarrassment of acting like a lovesick fool when he learns it’s just about Nina.

His relationship with Nikolai.

The fact that Alina’s scarf blows past him before they even meet.

The way he nods with such an understanding expression when the Conductor is lying his ass off as if he sympathizes with everything the other man is saying and isn’t secretly planning his elaborate murder.

Puppy dog eyes all the time.

Every time his smile is forced and ingenuine and he looks like he’s about to stab someone.

Every time his smile is genuine and he looks super soft and loving.

“You have no chance, ShAdoW mAn.” Literally how is he ever going to recover from this.

His hands motions when he summons. I just think they’re neat.

He kills the Conductor. Hated that guy. And he looked sexy as fuck doing it.

He hates the Druskelle, he hates the Ravkan monarchy. I can relate.

He’s NOT a bootlicker, unlike some.

Dad mode gets activated when David raises his hand. Aleksander just goes along with it like an exasperated father.

Ben Barnes nose scronch.

He begs for Luda’s life.

“Merzost feeds on us. I forbid it!” two seconds later *frantic rummaging through notes on the merzost* *reading the Forbidden Knowledge™ without any hesitation* *Immediate Disaster Occurs*

“Mom look what I made!” “Your art is atrocious and you’re no longer my son.”

His history was written by the victors. The tale of the Black Heretic is straight up propaganda by the corrupt monarchy.

Immortal old man caught in a young adult love triangle: I read your letters. Malyen “what the fuck is happening on this here day” Oretsev: ??!?!?!!! who even are you??

Aleksander admitting he needs Alina.

Darklina hand holds.

He did not have to make that episode eight hand-hold on the skiff so sensual but he did it anyways.

The way he hides under his cloak like a turtle when Jesper shoots at him.

He looks so awkward and isolated at the fete surrounded by all of those colorful nobles.

He’s always ready to murder a bitch and honestly I respect that.

Would kill for his gf.

That entire scene where he kisses Alina in the snow in the books like the most awkward motherfucker and then goes “wtf just happened?! Darkling out” before fleeing the scene of the Emotion.

He’s eternally confused by his feelings for Alina and it’s hilarious.

“Looking for trouble, and if I cannot find it I will create it.”

He’s basically just a moth attracted to a fatal light. RIP.

The way he throws open double doors like a man on a mission.

“Follow.”

He’s utterly precious and I would die for him. 🖤

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honey-dewey · 3 years

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Random Dewey Finn headcanons (?) I came up with while eating my breakfast

Before Dewey wanted to be a big rock star, he wanted to be an astronaut.

His aunt gave him his first guitar for his 10th birthday, thus sparking his love of rock music.

One of the major reasons he never quit music was because of that aunt. She passed away early, and was constantly the only member of his family that truly believed in him.

Dewey’s mum was kind of absent, so he was raised primarily by his dad.

Dewey and Ned met on the first day of high school, and were inseparable for all four years.

Despite both of them liking both, Dewey likes Star Wars more, while New prefers Star Trek. They have debates of epic proportion over which of these preferences is better. Dewey somehow always wins.

One of the reasons Ned let Dewey live with him is because Dewey is an amazing cook. He never eats what he makes though.

His specialty is breakfast foods

While he may be an amazing home cook, he’s an even better baker.

Dewey is highly sensitive to textures, especially food and fabrics.

Because of this, he rarely tries new foods, sticking to a decently firm schedule. (He really likes hard boiled eggs)

It’s also why he likes sweater vests. The actual sweater doesn’t touch his skin, but he can rub his hands up and down the knit when he gets overwhelmed.

He’s also sensitive to criticism. Along with that, he cries easily.

After the whole School of Rock incident, Dewey did some quick online classes on teaching. When a music teacher position at Horace Green opened up, he was the first one contacted to fill it.

During SoR shows, Dewey has a tendency to get very hyped, and this eventually leads to a collapse, usually on the bus ride home. It happened once on stage, where he just went still and quiet all of a sudden and then began to panic.

All of his kids know exactly what to do during his collapses.

They made him (yes made him) a stress doll. It weighs about twenty pounds and looks like a panda. They lay it across Dewey’s chest and let him lie down on a blanket. The kids then surround him to make a protective barrier. It’s a very effective method.

It took almost thirty years for Dewey to get diagnosed with mild autism, anxiety, ADD, and seasonal depression. His mother was a firm believer that mental illness was a hoax.

He did try and take medication for it, right when he started teaching full-time. It made him nauseous and tired and so unlike himself that he quit after three months, a decision that was fully backed by his students.

He eventually did go back and get a new prescription for his ADD. It works surprisingly well and doesn’t make him act any less like himself.

This isn’t even a Headcanon. It’s straight up actual canon from the Broadway.com Stick it to the Man video! Dewey stims! He knocks his wrists together and does the raptor hands! (I don’t think his hands were truly by his side at any point during the entire show) He taps his feet and shakes his hands! His facial expressions are always on 10 and he scronches his face when he’s excited! His head go bop! He’s a stimming Boi!

Also have you ever seen a neurotypical person dress like that? Ever? Nope. Sweater vests and jeans and sneakers (that look like heelys) is not a neurotypical outfit.

Dewey doesn’t like rainy weather, nor does he like the cold bite of winter. He has a heater and a happy light in his classroom for rainy and/or cold days.

His favorite season is fall. He really really likes to step on leaves and hear that satisfying crunch.

Dewey also has a weakened immune system, and is pretty vigilant about his health. He takes vitamins and vitamin D supplements, and yet always ends up with some kind of illness in winter. Despite this, he refuses to get any kind of flu shot.

Dewey’s list of phobias includes: needles, heights, clowns, and the dark.

He’s dead terrified of the dentist. Ned has to practically drag him every time. It’s not even that he has poor dental hygiene or has actual odontophobia, he just hates the experience. The combination of strong smells and uncomfortable touches and horrible noises overwhelms him so much.

For much of the same reasons as his hatred of the dentist, Dewey dreads getting his hair cut. Social interaction mixed with weird feelings on his surprisingly sensitive head and the constant background noise and the hair spray-y smell make it an experience Dewey’s hated since childhood. Now, Ned usually cuts Dewey’s hair because he’s really not picky about how it looks, and Ned knows exactly how to go about the job without causing Dewey to hyperventilate and cry.

He uses a night light! It’s the fun kind that projects stars on the ceiling.

Dewey is the king of field trips. He’s always just as eager as the kids to go, and he loves to learn niche facts. His favorite field trip location is the aquarium.

Dewey quit drinking after his 23rd birthday, when he blacked out and woke up in some random girl’s bed. She promised they didn’t do it, but ever since then, he’s terrified it’ll happen again.

Speaking of which, Dewey’s a virgin.

Once, one of Dewey’s female students came to him and said an older man was following her to and from school every day. Dewey was later suspended from work for a week for punching a man and putting him in the hospital. Once they knew why, the school board unanimously decided not to punish him.

Dewey absolutely insists all of his kids call him Dewey and not Mr. Finn.

He’s the most supportive teacher in the entire school. He’s got name tags on every desk with each kid’s preferred name and pronouns. When Billy comes out as non-binary, he makes the pronoun switch immediately and puts a beautiful stained glass-esque progress pride flag in one of his windows.

Someone hatefully vandalized said pride art project and Dewey actually cried. His kids all banded together to make a new one.

Sometimes, the kids purposefully ask Dewey to sing certain things because his voice gets so damn tender and beautiful, as opposed to the usual bombastic singing they’re used to. (Think like. Some of the 35MM songs)

Dewey has a routine with his drinks throughout the day. Two cups of coffee in the morning, one at home and one at work. One water bottle before lunch and one after lunch. A Gatorade or some other fitness drink after school, usually during band practice to make up for how sweaty he gets. And one cup of lavender citrus tea with extra honey after dinner.

He broke his only water bottle about four months into teaching full-time and started to use a plastic one every day. Ned decided that wouldn’t do, and got him a Mandalorian water bottle. Dewey loves it to bits.

Dewey doesn’t celebrate any one version of a holiday. He’s equal opportunity for any and all holidays, but he grew up Jewish. That doesn’t stop him from helping Ned put up his Christmas tree every year. Nor does it stop him from celebrating Yule with his online friends.

Despite being Jewish and mainly celebrating their holidays, Dewey loves Christmas music and starts playing it as soon as he can. The kids dare him to hit those ridiculous Mariah Carey high notes in All I Want For Christmas. He does it.

He also once sang ‘Little Drummer Boy’ to his kids the day before holiday break. He only played his guitar softly and by the time he was done, each and every kid was fast asleep. (He played Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer as well)

Dewey absolutely collects soft blankets. He has four halloween ones, two Tim Burton ones (a Beetlejuice and a Corpse Bride), eight winter holiday blankets, and three miscellaneous. He brought them all into class once and built a blanket fort to teach his kids about ancient civilization.

Speaking of which, his teaching methods are unorthodox at best, and at worst downright crazy. But he always teaches and he always makes it memorable. His class has the highest test scores in the school.

Dewey usually teaches using music or hands on activities. He plays soft background music during every class no matter the circumstances, and said screw the building’s lights and uses primarily lamps and strings of Christmas lights.

He also kind of forgets that he teaches essentially middle school, and he swears every so often when he’s super passionate. Like when he taught the kids about the US Presidents and called Andrew Jackson a racist bitch and Richard Nixon a lying bastard.

After getting bullied throughout all of high school, Dewey came to terms with what his body looked like, and now he really doesn’t care. (He did have a lot of fun smashing the scale his mother got him for his birthday once)

Dewey was supposed to teach his kids about mental illness for a suicide prevention thing the school did, but got about halfway through before he had a breakdown and the kids declared the rest of the day a bust. They watched cute animated movies instead of learning for the rest of the school day.

Speaking of animated movies, Dewey really loves Studio Ghibli.

The first time one of his kids called him ‘Dad’ he cried. Then they kept doing it and now he’s had to accept that he’s basically a father to about 30 11-year-olds.

If you ask any kid in the school who their favorite teacher is, they will not hesitate to answer ‘Mr. Finn.’ Even if they aren’t in his class, he’s their favorite.

Dewey’s classroom is always open for lunch. It’s quiet and calm, usually with a movie going in the background.

He also stays after school for about an hour every day, helping kids with homework. He hates math with a passion but that didn’t stop him from trying to figure out Katie’s math homework with her.

Even at home, Dewey cannot stand the quiet. He either has his headphones on or the radio going. Silence just isn’t an option.

Dewey once got pneumonia and tried to come in to work anyway. The kids made him go home. He didn’t really put up much of a fight.

The first instrument Dewey ever learned to play was the piano. He started to learn when he was super young, and that was how he learned how to read music. His kids didn’t even know he knew how to play until they walked in on him practicing one day.

Dewey says ‘fuck gender roles’ and wears the girl’s skirts to a few SoR concerts. He likes the way it makes his legs look.

Some jerk parents constantly tried to get Dewey in trouble for months because they didn’t like him and thought he wasn’t ‘high class’ enough for their kid’s education. Dewey was so stunned when they showed up during one of his classes that he couldn’t speak and just started to cry. Said student stood up and called their parents out. Two days later, those parents were off the school board.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the spectrum, Dewey found out a new kid he’d received was being abused at home because they weren’t getting high enough grades and he yelled at the kid’s parents in front of all the other staff members.

Essentially, Dewey can’t defend himself at all, but will not hesitate to protect his kids.

Dewey has said multiple times he would die for his kids. He’s always 100% serious, especially during lockdown drills.

Once, the school had a lockdown that wasn’t a drill, and Dewey managed to keep his entire class silent and calm while mentally preparing himself to lay his life down for his kids. Thankfully, it didn’t come to that.

Dewey’s also said he’d seriously consider adopting any of the kids if their at-home situation was that bad.

When he finally could, Dewey moved out of Ned’s house and into his own cramped loft apartment. He’s in love with the apartment, even though it’s tiny and kinda smells.

Dewey has almost no concept of volume control. He’s slightly deaf from constantly doing very loud shows and sometimes shouts because he thinks that’s a normal speaking volume.

As one of, if not the actual, youngest teachers at the school, Dewey is universally adored by the rest of the staff. It took a while for all of them to get on board with him, but now they all really like him.

Dewey’s favorite fruit is pomegranate. There’s just something super cathartic about cutting into a pomegranate and slowly de-seeding it. Plus, it tastes super good. But he only likes them if he can de-seed them himself.

One of the ways Dewey grounds himself is by pressing things to his mouth. He usually just puts his hand up on his face or the end of a pen in his mouth, but whenever he has a blanket, one corner is up against his lips. The same goes for stuffed animals. They’re always against his face. Most of the time, he doesn’t even know he’s doing it.

#school of rock #dewey finn #school of rock the musical #alex brightman #my headcanons

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doctorthasmin · 4 years

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"Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself” For Team TARDIS platonic ones.

Ryan shuffles into the Tardis kitchen frantically signing nonsense: He’s coming just don’t like - *gestures*

13 holds her cuppa a confused scronch on her face: I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about, is this charades again? How many words no hang on what’s the theme?

Graham enters his freshly uncasted arm in a sling, the other holding a precious bag of biscuits: What my frantically dramatic grandson is trying to do is further panic people into thinking I’m some sort of invalid.

Yaz smiles weakly, rubbing Graham’s good arm: What happened? Another fall?

Graham chuckles before shaking his head: Arm wrestling, Judith next door wouldn’t give me her jam recipe without a bet.

13 instantly zones in: Did you get it, I love jam! A sprained arm is definitely worth some decent jam.

Ryan sighs putting his head in his hands: Oh for the love of, Don’t encourage him! He’s O-L-D he needs to be careful!

Graham pinches Ryan cheek: Despite what you may think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself. Of course I won Doc, there was sugary treats at stake.

Ryan massages his cheek grumbling: Yeah nothing to do with her being 83 was it.

#doctor who #thirteenth doctor #graham o'brien #ryan sinclair #yasmin khan

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mynameisdreartblog · 5 years

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Aries: Amy Beach. Instigation is such an amazing concept: there can be absolutely no why behind any of your actions. For instance, I could pick up this turd out of my toilet and throw it against the bathroom wall. «Yes, but will you? Heaven knows you can’t commit.» Ah, you see, that’s the point: I don’t have to commit. The mere thought of it is already changing the circumstances we reside in. «I can agree: I went from thinking your weird to thinking you’re incredibly weird: The turd-slinger lifestyle took a hold of you.» Mór, I’ll toss as much shit as I desire. […] <The setting shifts towards a misty field, where there is a howling wind blowing the red fumes of a nearby cauldron. They lead back to a druid’s cave, known as such because there’s a sign that says there’s a druid in it.> «Ha ha ha! What lies instore for our duo? I sense irrational actions and grievous misfortune.» <A stereotypically timed lighting strike occurs in the background.> […] «Réa, what’s up with you? You’re looking out at nothing with your hands on the toilet seat.» …Fucking hell, I think I sensed something devilish among here. <Réamonn takes their other hand out of the toilet, still soaked from the toilet water. Mór grabs their hand and shoves it back into the toilet bowl with an angry expression.> «What? No. If you’re gonna be here, you should commit to the bit!» <An argumentative feud erupts between the two.> Aye, you fucking cunt! I know when to stop, and you’re the one taking this too far. «Not to be a joker, but you’re far too deep in the shite to quit now.» […] <We return back to the mist of the druid’s cave, and here we can see him cackling at the recent misfortune he brewed.> «Ha ha ha! I’m the mastermind behind all of the world’s divisive pitifulness! So much that I killed my previous assistant over scratching my rings!» <The druid’s crow squawks at him, because druid’s have birds now.> «Right, I know that’s a horrible tale, but nobody’s around to hear it!» […] <We cut back to Réamonn and Mór fighting.> «What’s gotten into you?» That’s, argh, what I’m, humph, trying to f-figure out! <Toilet water begins to splash all over the room.> «Right, next thing you’re gonna tell me that you decided that you’re the plumber.» <So, the two mess around in the bathroom for what seems like an hour until Réa’s mum comes in to yell at both of them.> «What the fuck are the both of you doing? I’ve been trying to take a shower in the other bathroom this whole time, and the only thing that’s been running is water colder than the farmer’s bog in November!»

Gemini: Louis Gottschalk. I smell someone, someone fishy here. It smells like someone here has a recent history of being too comfortable with colonialist apologia for French actions. Hmm, who is this person? I guess we’ll never know: We may never be able to find the baguette. Mmm, I can just smell the sweet, delectable French bread from here. Mmm, mmm, mmm… <Heavy sniffing starts to occur, with it rampantly becoming more violent.> Damn, it just smells SO GOOD. The French did nothing wrong except make these beignets way too damn mouth-watering: Mmm, mmm, mmm. Damn, I’d love me some of them right now to fill up my gullet. I just can’t control myself around that sweet French bread: I haven’t harmed anyone yet, but if they got in the way of my French bread, you’d have no idea what I’d do to get it. MMM, MMM, MMM. That French bread just makes me wanna <scronch>, and then <freerf>, and then <sus>. Mmm, mmm, mmm, I can smell it from here: It tastes so good; I need it in my tummy immediately. I never had a full piece of French bread before. FREERF, YEERF, SLUUURP, GADORF, MEONG, PADOOK, GURK LURP, SCHLIPPITY SCHLURP, PUHTAW, OOKARH, MEONG, DING DONG, KALOOKA, NOISOME, MMM. I love bread a lot, more than I loved my own family: My own family was turned into bead and sliced up by this maniac who loved pizza as much as I loved bread. I am a yeast of my own parts, I denounce my citizenship and move to France, I am now the one sane person left in this world. GAJOINK, BREKKIE, LOLISH, NAMBODE, ANGKOR WATT, MIRANDA WARNING, ZOOMIES, BOOMIES. I love bread. […] As you know, I’m quite the fan of bread, and I have a loaf of it right now. I think it’s time to "dive right in" as they say. [,] PUHTAW, that was awful! I took may too much bread in my mouth, but that was my favorite onomatopoeia to describe how this bread came out of my mouth. TIGERS JAW, SHOSPEL COLUPIS, SWOOCE, FUNNY BREAD, BREAD FUNNY, WOO, YAY, HURRAY FOR BREAD. ’Cause if you don’t <freerf>, then you can’t <swooce>, so how are you gonna <sus> or <jodge>? It just doesn’t make <se-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-ns.> Hamburger: You make a hamburger with bread. Can’t have a hamburger with no bread! MMM, MMM, MMM, I love hamburgers. <jodge.> […] But seriously, we all know that defending empires is bad? I don’t care if that empire gives you as much bread as you want, you’re still a slave and only through that empire can you get measly bread: Not the fulfilling kind of bread, the crumbs of the crumbs.

Scorpio: Giuseppe Verdi. <We’re greeted to a bustling city scene, there are many people on the street: Some wacky, some not so wacky. Here, we see Juyeon walking with her mom to the local market because she’s short of cabbage.> Mom, why are we here? «Your father always eats an absurd amount of cabbage, sweetie. And he gets very grumpy and resistant to doing chores when he doesn’t have it, so that’s why we’re here.» <Juyeon never believed that story; she never saw her dad eat a single piece of lettuce before.> Okay <she says in a very unsatisfied voice. All the while, the bustling of the urbanity dominates the atmosphere. Somehow, in the midst of this crowd, Juyeon’s ears pick up on a particular voice.> «I’m a lost adventurer, looking for the rest of my forgotten crew! Who wants to volunteer to be the child character in the middle of an adventure group that has to travel through hell and back? We’re looking for any psychic children to help aid us on our journey.» <The lost adventurer kept yelling this ad from the cat-corner, and in the midst of those words, the term "psychic children" caught Juyeon’s ear.> Say, mister! <Juyeon notices her mom eyeing cabbage, and takes this opportunity to investigate something her mom would normally disagree with. Hesitantly, the adventurer noticed Juyeon wobbling towards them.> You said something about psychic children, mister? «Why, yes! You must know that, prior to this, I was part of a band of four with the guts like me: We travelled many lands many dimensions even. We were all so young and filled with a look of wonder towards all we did.» Lots of kids have done what you said, but you’re trying to say there was something special about yours? Also, this must’ve been a long time ago ’cause you look like you’re my mom’s age. [,] «What you never knew is that we were all blessed with psychic powers… Long story short: They ended up being a burden to ourselves after our journey was done, and we tore each other apart spiritually.» [,] All of that sounds cool, but I feel like it’s a bit too, uh… «Hamfisted?» It has nothing to do with ham, but I kinda get the "fist" part. [,] It’s a bit… «Ominous?» Isn’t that like, a fruit? I don’t get it is what I’m saying. Where does the psychic stuff come from? Why did you end up here out of all places? Why did you grow out of it? Like, ugh, I don’t know… I thought this would be cool, but now I’m not sure. [,] «Hmm, I can tell, whenever you came into my line-of-sight, that there was something whimsical about you: A part of you that has yet to transcend into regression with age. You’re asking where the psychic energy comes from not out of cynicism but curiosity… I might as well demonstrate to you where it comes from.» <The lost adventurer points their fingers up into the air, channels an energy, and a bolt of technicolor light courses through it from above. As soon as Juyeon would be able to understand the demonstration, her mother angrily grabs her and pulls her back into the market.> «Don’t run off like that!»

Capricorn: Hector Berlioz. <There’s a grand trunk that spikes out from the rest of the wetlands: It towers over all the other ghostly trees. It seems to represent a glimpse into the future: One emphasized by its continued existence over the temporariness of the other woods around it.> «Are those wetlands, Mr. Robichaux?» You know, I like to say there’s no dumb questions, but that’s a dumb question: We are miles away from any wetlands. <The shuttle-bus hops up a bit as it goes over a bit of uneven road, causing Ikto to lose their hold on the window.> «I don’t know, it looks pretty swampy to me.» All swamps are wetlands, but not all wetlands are swamps. You learned this in third-grade science, c’mon now. <The shuttle-bus full of the band kids rolls over yet another snag in the road, causing turbulence that allows a mic-stand in the back to fall over.> Oof, that sounded like it was expensive: Good thing it’s not coming out of my paycheck and I can still afford ravioli. <As soon as that sound was created, the neglected oak remarked about earlier had water vapor gravitating towards it, an unusual sign in nature for sure. We cut back to Vinnie attempting to fill out a crossword puzzle about sewing terms: Something far out of his purview and a task made only more difficult by the rocking of the bus.> Itko, er, <Vinnie forgets the real name of the student.> Do you know what they call the machine involved in all yarn production processes? «That’s called a spinneret, Mr. Robichaux.» Is that spelled with two Ts and an E? Because that doesn’t fit in the boxes given. «There’s only one T with no extra E at the end.» Ah, perfect. <The water vapor condenses more and more around the grand trunk to the point where, despite the bus being two miles away from it, has already spawned storm clouds around its natural base. We cut back to Vinnie filling out #9 on the crossword puzzle.> «Nobody told us it was gonna rain outside today. Look, there’s already grey clouds in the sky!» <That could be heard from another student in the back of the bus: Vinnie either didn’t hear this or he willfully ignored it. He begins to whisper angrily to himself:> What kinda question is that: "Disengages all but the bobbin weaver?" Like I’m supposed to know any of this! <The collected water formed around the tree stump brings upon a ferocious storm: One with a name and a vengeance. Immediately, the storm moved at unreal speeds towards the bus. «It’s really windy right now!» How do you know that? Is it because you’re sticking your hands out the window, like you shouldn’t be doing‽ «I wasn’t sticking any of my limbs out the window!» Yeah, right. <Audible thunder edges closer to the bus, prompting the bus-driver, Elm, to push harder on the pedal. Ikto speaks up again.> «Mr. Robichaux, I’m scared of that tree.» Relax, it’s only the sign of a story before heading onto the highway: It means nothing and it’s distracting you. <A beam of concentrated lighting zooms past Vinnie’s window, likely a missed shot from the vengeful oak. Vinnie is too busy focusing on the puzzle to even notice.> Why are you all being so loud?

#Zodipunc #Zodiaccupuncture #Aries #Gemini #Scorpio #Capricorn

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