Reblog If It's Okay For Your Mutuals To Message You And Create An Actual Friendship, Not Just Interactions

Every Single MI Movie everyone is trying to get shit done while Ethan Hunt is somehow also unknowingly competing for the World's Biggest Sweetheart award. Running around and looking at people with those big green eyes like 'please oh please let's not fight I want everyone to be okayyyyy 🥺" and telling his friends he's literally in love with all of them and being physically unable to not protect people he literally just met and wearing stupid little soft shirts and fun jackets and also grinning ear to ear and making the worst jokes known to mankind and telling everyone 'it's going to be okay it's going to be okay' because he is going to Make it okay because he Can do that. Because he wants to. Because he's in love with the world. Biggest fucking sweetheart ever. I'm ill I'm sick I'm in physical pain thinking about him

true cinema is tom cruise falling flat on his face on a treadmill in his underwear

I think my favourite headcanons are ones that are so common they're basically canon

Wdym Maverick didn't actually confirm that he found his mum after she killed herself? Wdym he didn't bounce around foster homes after that and that's part of why he is the way that he is. They never confirmed that Mav is really bad at taking care of himself? Whaaaat?

Ice isn't Polish or Russian? His dad's not a revered Navy man who rose through the ranks and expects his son to do the same? His family isn't incredibly loving but goes cold when his dad gets home?????

Pete maverick Mitchel and Ethan Hunt are the same person the only difference is that Ethan is a service top and Mav is a bratty bottom

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Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.

why do hollywolf and fanback give off the same vibes

DROP every single hurt/comfort idea you have for John Walker.

I was reading some transformers fanfiction and it's a solely underutilized idea to have humans and Cybertronians be in a symbiotic relationship. In nature all the time big animals will rely on smaller animals' help.

For example humans could give repairs, clean them, and help them reach smaller places. Cybertronians can give transportation and protection of course. They're emotional benefits too; humans are really nice soft things to touch and humans like having big robot friends :3.

So I'm imagining transformers realize how useful it is to have a human partner around so they start going around trying to get one. Anyways this leads to shenanigans of course and a lot of cracky moments.

Suspiciously nice looking car in a driveway with its door opened: ....

The random human who owns the driveway: ...

Human: *turns around* Screw that! I'm not becoming part of the human distribution system today, no sir I am not.

Cybertronian: *sad beeping noises*

Have a snippet of the fic im working on right now. Do we like it or have I lost all semblance of writing skill??

Maverick stood up slowly, about 10 meters away he could see the remnants of a fire that had been burning for a while before flickering out. He headed towards the orange glow and promptly tripped over someone lying on the floor, falling face first into the sand on top of them. Maverick groaned, how embarrassing.

The person shoved at him with a grunt and he scrambled off of whoever they were, mortified. “Sorry” he whisper shouted as he put a meter's worth of space between them. “But who are you?”

“You're awake then” the figure grumbled with a heavy Slavic accent, completely ignoring his previous question. Maverick guessed Russian from the pronunciation. Although the words fell out of their mouth in a soft way that was unfairly hot. Nope: don’t go there maverick. “I am awake, how long was I out?” he asked instead. He could guess the other man was the soviet pilot he’d accidentally fired at when the safety clasp on the trigger failed him. Opposite him he could hear some rustling and a click before a lighter illuminated the space. The Russian used it to look at his watch. “Anywhere between 4 to 6 hours. My watch says it’s 4am but that was set to the time in Russia, which I don’t think we’re in right now”

also @pancaked1819 I am forever grateful for the base idea