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[speechless-typewriter]

Rabbot head-cannon — leaving notes for each other.

Okay so I was thinking, because of the nature of their shifts, Robby and Jack probably rely on text or leaving each other notes to communicate, especially when their sleep schedules are exact opposites. For things not as urgent, they probably prefer the analog way of writing things down.

For Jack, I’m picturing him writing on post-it notes and sticking them on the fridge, on their bedroom door, etc., for Robby to find when he wakes up. He probably has a stack of post-its on his night stand to write things down before he heads off for his shift.

For Robby though, he’s grabbing whatever pieces of paper he could find to scribble on, not caring what shapes or form they are in, as long as he can get the messages across. He would be putting pieces of tape on them so that he can slap these notes on random surfaces in their home for Jack to come across, a gift of pleasant surprises.

Please enjoy the notes situation I pictured in my head haha. 🫶🏼 They are so precious!!!

[fishiechippies]

any soapaz headcannons ? i love your soapaz mini fic. it is so cannon to me

-🧼

AH!! That’s such a high compliment.

I really really really try my best to write them as canon (personality wise) as possible. Which is hard because one, they don’t show much emotions outside of the “okay manly emotions”. There’s definitely more mini fics and art to come (I’m just unfortunately been in the throes of an art slump)

But yes, sopaz thought blurbs:

Gaz

Was adopted when he was five years old. Extremely close with his late Gran. Not as close to his sister anymore.

Originally, he and Ghost didn’t like Soap. Thought the Scot was pretty annoying and showy. Not to mention just way too quick to anger. But, after a rough mission he saw a glimpse of the weight John carried. Feeling like an outsider in the 141. That’s when Gaz started to befriend the other sergeant.

Gaz actually fell for Soap first. It was incredibly one sided. Because at the time Soap and Ghost were secretly dating. Only, Price and Gaz knew about the relationship. But Gaz was really pinning hard for his friend.

An example of his pinning from my notes:

“The sea was all worth it though. He liked the sea. The way it’d cradle his body, the waves lapping against his skin… this blue was comforting. He missed the stormy blue of the UK. Reminded him of a certain MacTavish’s striated eyes.

Not that he was pinning for that man. He never pinned. He and Ghost related over that. No pinning. He was too masculine for that. Along with much too busy.

Garrick had more important responsibilities than to lay awake at night wondering which pet names Soap would hate more. That is if they dated.

Which Garrick would never consider.”

Gaz is actually the worst to sleep next to. It’s a little head canon I got from this fic.

Soap

John’s the middle child of seven. Not as close to his family anymore. Especially after he enlisted. But attends family reunions every once in a blue moon.

Thought Gaz was a bit of a teacher’s pet when he first met him. But grew to really respect the man after hearing his stories or his ideals. He took a bit of Gaz’s ‘mind over matter’ mindset, and tried to apply it to his own life.

Soap started falling for Gaz five months after Ghost broke up with him. It was the little things, checking in on Soap, making him laugh, encouraging him to stop blaming Ghost or himself for the disaster breakup.

Soap wanted to propose first though. Talked to Price and Ghost about it. Along with his close friend Veronica.

Veronica’s a flight attendant Soap tried to take on a date (when he and Ghost went on hiatus). Here’s an excerpt of what their relationship’s like. I know it’s not Sopaz but I like giving them outside military friends. Plus, she’s bridesmaid for the wedding.

Soap blinks as he rubs his eyes. He hadn’t meant to doze off. Drool rolling down his cheek. Veronica turns. Reading a book apparently.

“Ye look like shite..” she gives him a small smile. “Ah didnnae even have ta kiss ye ‘fore ye fell asleep..”

Soap groans. Stretching slowly. Feeling so weirdly relaxed. How long had he gone without sleeping again?

“Aye..Pardon… I donnae usually fall asleep on dates..” he sighs. Slowly getting up. “Guessing yer nae in ta mood-“ She blinks and nods.

He looks aside. There goes someone to take his mind off things.

“John”

He looks back over.

“Ah’m highly sure Ah’m more into lasses.”

Soap grunts and huffs.

“Happy ta help ye realize..”

She frowns and flicks his ear.

“Nae on ye.. ah was jost tryin ta confirm fer maself…”

Soap carefully lifts himself up. Might as well head out. Quit wasting her time.

“John..” she sighs. “… I had fun though… ye .. wanna be mates?” She adds awkwardly.

John pauses okay. Maybe this wasn’t a waste. He could be friends with her. She was nice.. gave him something to look forward to on leave.. along with his gran.

“Sure”

“Really? After ah so rudely rejected you?”

“Ah prefer men more..”

She snorts and shakes her head.

“We’re bampots…”

“Aye..”

“…”

“…”

“Ye like footie..?”

“Ah could kiss ye… absolute blessing of a woman..”

Veronica giggles as she shoves his face away. “Get yer germs away frem ma!!”

Sopaz

Dynamic duo, idiots in love, homies for life type deal here.

Neither of them are super good in the kitchen. So they buy a lot of those meal prep kits.

Their apartment was one of those pre-decorated homes. Johnny had gotten into the habit of living in places like that, since the military. Makes it less depressing to be on leave, and you don’t have to try and decorate. Despite that fact, Kyle still tries to decorate. Photos of important people in their lives. His rock collection’s display box. Some of Soap’s graphite sketches. It clashes slightly with the chic modern look of the apartment, but neither of them care.

Soap loves playing with Kyle’s hair. He loves just kneading Kyle’s coils. Feels like playing with lamb’s silken wool. Not that he’d ever voice that to Kyle though.

Kyle, similarly, loves for how easily he can style Soap’s hair. It’s so fluffy! He’s permanently banned from cutting Soap’s hair though, after the incident.

Both of them run hot. So cuddling is put on hiatus during the muggiest months of the year. But they’re so content during blistering cold temperatures. They’re both each other’s personal space heaters.

Kyle has one of those ‘I love my Scottish boyfriend’ shirts. He actually got it as a joke back when Johnny was dating Simon. Because Simon didn’t want to wear it. Gaz secretly loves that shirt even more now. Takes it with him to base. Sneaks it into Soap’s laundry, just to get it smelling like his favorite boyfriend stink.

Soap has socks with Gaz’s face on them. It wasn’t his choice, surprisingly. His gran loves to make merchandise for her grandkids. Unbeknownst to him, his gran’s sending him ‘Soap n Gaz’ face mugs, in the mail, as I type this.

Some angsty ones, Gaz can be a bit dismissive towards Soap. Because he’s so used to John being able to handle his own. Soap’s incredibly dependable. That he tends to miss those times when Soap is spiraling. When Soap’s trying hard to make an effort. Gaz gets a bit unhappy that Soap doesn’t know how to ‘love properly’. They’ve fought about that occasionally. Gaz’s been petty or thrown in how ‘maybe Simon was right, you’re Fok’n bloody clingy. Like a mutt begging to be leashed!’. Which has always been met with unnerving silence.

Soap believes he’s not good enough for Gaz. I mean sometimes Gaz is poster boy perfect. But he’s written a lot about how ‘planning for the day Kyle takes off those rose coloured glasses and leaves me’. It’s why he doesn’t say anything to Gaz’s unnecessary digs in arguments. He already believes them to be true. There’s a reason he hates dogs so much. Unpredictable, obnoxious, and obedient. Soap sees too much of himself in those fuzzy bastards. He knows he’s too much, not good enough. It’s why it makes him feel cold anger all over when Kyle reminds him.

More fluff. They make me think of sunshine and the ocean. Who doesn’t love one of those things right??

I have another excerpt, because of course I do. Context: Gaz swimming during leave.

He heard his parents shouting about something.

Oh no.

It must be terrible.

Poor souls.

Kyle huffs rubbing his face as he moves to dive under the waves. Just focus on the water Kyle.

Be glad you were born a Garrick and not a Patel.

His head dipping beneath the waves. As he exhales some air. Allowing his body to sink a bit. Watching the light play across the water.

Absolutely stunning. Every time.

No matter the weather, the roughness of the waves, or how strong the light, it was always mesmerizing.

Sunlight and the ocean. Water and light were loved in some form or another.

He surfaces. Glancing around as he swims out a little ways. Lithe body cutting easily through the waters.

Soap was like the ocean. He always had secrets to him. Layers beneath every emotion or word. Something Gaz didn’t think he could ever tire of.

Kyle was the sunlight. It wasn’t always blazingly intense. Sometimes the sun is just stable, present, and o’ so sexy like Kyle.



[idwaitforthelion]

rabbot headcanon: 

One day while lounging on the couch, wrapped up in each other, Jack tells Robby that his family called him "rabbit" growing up. Robby thinks that’s funny because his grandma called him "Mishka" (aka little bear). 

From then on, whenever they see a rabbit or a bear out and about, they snap a pic and send it to each other. They never realized how often they came across rabbits and bears until they started doing this. 

Robby’s at a book store, eyes roving over spines, searching for a particular title. He pauses and smiles to himself as his eyes land on a book with an illustrated rabbit on its cover. He automatically reaches into his pocket to pull out his phone.

Jack's doing their weekly grocery shop. He turns down the coffee/tea aisle and spots the bear shaped honey bottle. A wry grin spreads across his face. He’s already composing the text in his mind as he reaches for his cell.

Sometimes the pics are accompanied by a joke (mostly Jack), other times a “thinking of you” (Robby). At this point, they've been doing it for so long, it’s often just the photo. An unspoken way to say, even when you aren’t with me, I always look for you.

[enthyrea]

solar system

[brilcrist]

Resident Evil Requiem: Chreon short comic inspired by @naditwombly

I'm so sorry Grace, u still need to witness those oldmen's PDA after surviving such horror🙈

(PS: also thanks to my "daughter" @akatsuki-shin for filling n fixing the text)

[princess-of-ithilien]

Stratt: "...you don't have a family, you don't even have a dog."

Grace:

[irrwurz]

Thorin surviving the BOTFA but his injuries leave him too weak to care for his hair... he is much too proud to bother anyone. Not with so many still yet to be tended to or buried. Erebor needs rebuilding, but first must come organization. Thorin resolves that his own vanity can wait.

But it bothers him. Each day his wounds are cleaned at least once, each week his body is washed with a cloth and a bowl of water. He hates it all. Hates that a stranger is touching him, looking upon how the war has toiled his body. Though the attending is nothing but polite and professional, Thorin can feel it in his gut that surely they must be talking. Telling others about the wretched, weak king.

At the very least, he demands that his hair remain untouched. It was not culturally motivated for it was common to care for the hair of a patient as part of the process- it was merely an attempt at control over the situation. To regain some sense of autonomy no matter how meager. His mind and body may be frayed from his defeat, but his hair would remain his own.

Bilbo visits often. Sits with Thorin and reads to him, or otherwise tell him updates about the mountain. Bilbo doesn't have quite all of the information nor understand everything happening, and Thorin had already heard most of it from Balin- but it was a treasure to Thorin regardless. To hear of his pride and joy, his mountain, as described by the words of the hobbit he loved was a gift. Bilbo would sit and have his meals with Thorin, extending their chats until Thorin was drifting off to sleep.

Thorin can feel Bilbo's gaze lingering on him one night, but his expression is pensive rather than appreciative. He had caught Bilbo's adoring gaze before, back on the journey, but this was different. Much more subdued. After witnessing Bilbo make several false starts, Thorin sighed.

"What is on your mind? I would have you speak freely, for I care what you have to say."

"Its your hair." Bilbo then looked away, and Thorin was glad for it.

A hot flush of shame struck him. He could imagine what he looked like. Oily, stringy tendrils of hair, flat mats and tight knots. Nothing regal. Nothing honorable or handsome, nothing deserving of Bilbo's covetous gaze. He was nothing.

"...I know it isn't exactly my place..."

Thorin chuckled bitterly. Bilbo would steal the Arkenstone from him, but this of all things, wasn't his place? To state the obvious, that Thorin looked a mess?

"...But I would be happy to care for it for you. At least until you are able to do so yourself."

This stunned Thorin. Of course, as an outsider, it could mean nothing to Bilbo to offer such a thing. But surely over the year he had spent with the company, he grew to learn the significance of grooming one another's hair?

His silence made Bilbo fidget with his hands, but his expression remained reticent. "I mean no offense and only make the offer out of the... deep affection which I hold for you." He sniffed and cleared his throat as if punctuating the sentence.

Thorin searched Bilbo's face hard. The guarded, knife's edge look in his eyes was reminiscent of when Bilbo had first met the dwarf, how the king had circled him like a vulture appraising a scavenged meal in his own home.

There was a temptation to say no, a petty thought born of wounded pride. It died on his lips the moment Thorin really pictured it- Bilbo running his hands through his hair. The cherry on top was the idea of having clean hair again, something Thorin had maintained even while they had been journeying.

So he agrees. Thorin finds himself adjusted in the bed so that his head hung over one side. A bowl of warm water waited on a stool below. Thorin didn't want to look at Bilbo's face for fear he would see something of a cringe when Bilbo felt how greasy his hair was so instead he closed his eyes.

Bilbo had no hesitation in his touch. He dug his fingers in gently, spreading soap in a lather across Thorin's scalp. The room was quiet save for the suds and their breathing. Thorin barely restrained a groan at the lovely feeling of Bilbo’s blunt fingernails scratching. Oh so lovely. Soon Thorin was floating, utterly swept away by the calm that bloomed in him.

Safe. He felt safe. Truly, Thorin let his guard down and was nearly half asleep when Bilbo began to rinse.

"I'll give it a second wash, just so I've gotten everything," Bilbo muttered, as if more to himself than Thorin.

A second wash he did, and it felt even better to Thorin than the last one had. This time he fell asleep entirely. Thorin only woke when Bilbo began to massage his hair oil in, the strong scent of bergamot rousing Thorin.

"How did you know to use...?" His voice was deep and rumbling from his deep sleep. He opened his eyes just enough to see Bilbo's face, but saw the hobbit refused to look back.

"I watched you on the road. Washing your hair. A lot. Balin helped me locate a vial of the kind you typically use." Bilbo hesitated. "I always thought your hair very beautiful."

"Bilbo." It still felt like he was in a dream. Safe, warm, and held.

"Yes?" He looked at him then. There was an unmistakable fondness in his voice.

"Permit me to be selfish and ask you another favor, but do not think me ungrateful for the wonderful service you have done me thus far?"

"I would grant you anything within my power." He meant it. Thorin was not ready to face that, already using up his courage with his next question.

"Now that my hair is clean, would you rebraid it for me?"

"I would be honored."

[flaminandgoose]

Whatever you do, don't think about the flyboys at Ice's funeral.

Don't think about about Slider who is not burying Admiral Kazansky but Tommy, the 7 year old boy he met when he was a kid, with scraped knees and a gaping hole where his front teeth should be, Tommy the 16 year old who showed up on the Kerners porch with a split lip and nowhere to go, Tommy the 26 years old who finally let himself love and whose smile Slider would never forget.

Don't think about Hollywood and Wolfman, holding onto each other's hands tightly as they give the man who saved their lives and united them in sickness and health, one last salute, wobbly and half assed because Ice always gave them shit for it and there was no way he would accept a crisp one from them now.

Don't think about Slider bringing Ice's helmet to Mav&Ice's after the wake - the helmet Ice had worn on their last ride together and that they had decided to exchange, Slider's own sitting proudly on the shelves in Ice's now vacant office.

Don't think about him putting it on the coffee table once everyone has settled, nor about Sunny placing a shot of Ice's favorite vodka next to it, tapping the glass gently against the helmet, just once, with a wet whisper of 'cheers, kaz'.

Whatever you do, don't think about that shot of vodka, staying untouched for three days until Mav accidentally knocks it over after bumping into the coffee table.

Don't think about him saying 'no no no no no' under his breath, setting the little glass upright with trembling fingers.

Don't think about Slider finding him kneeling there when he comes around to check on him the next day, hunched and still sobbing minutely despite having no tears left to cry.

Don't think, don't think about Slider unable to hold back his own when Mav just says they need to pour another because Ice didn't drink it, Mav spilled it, they need to pour another and god, Ice always hated to waste thing, even cheap vodka, Sli, he's going to be annoying about this if he finds out.

Don't think about Slider patting Mav's head with a shaky hand, 'sure thing, short stack, but we need to clean up first', kneeling next to him, not knowing anymore for who his heart was breaking - Mav, Ice, himself.

Don't think about the flyboys taking turns spending the day there, for Maverick's sake but also for their own, because they didn't bury a colleague that day, they buried Ice, they buried family.

Don't think about that big house, silent if not for the occasional sobs, now haunted by two ghosts.

[huichy22]

I love fluff, but… possessive dragon sick Thorin x Bilbo my guilty pleasure

[hudconov]

those commentators have no idea what they’re talking about

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SHANE & ILYA + parallels

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SHANE & ILYA + parallels

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SHANE & ILYA + parallels

[alltoowille]

Yuna and David having watched their autistic son be so isolated all of his adult life and never having a happy relationship or close friends who understand his anxiety and then finding out that the man they’ve spent a decade hating on his behalf can casually talk him down from a panic attack in less than a minute

[gaybd1]

[jams-sims]

Suho is the next in line to find out about the rumor that him and Sieun are dating. Its not by anyone in the group, its from a nurse during one of physical therapy. She says a off hand comment like "Oh, is your boyfriend coming today as well?"

Suho is instantly confused, because if he had a boyfriend he would definitely know. He ask her whos, shes talking about and he kinda stares at her wild like, as she describes what Sieun looks like. An of course hes like "N-no! No! We aren't dating!"

Nurse: Ya know none of us judge! If its a secert, we will keep it!

Suho: Ah! Wha?!???

Suho is stunned locked and before he can even explain himself. Sieun come in and all Sieun gets to see is a red faces Suho as a nurse helps him with therapy. Suho doesn't bring it up at all with Sieun. But Suho starts noticing the nurses giggling and staring as he just casually speaks to Sieun.

Sieun thinks Suho is flirting with the nurses and glares at him. Suho without missing a beat goes-

Suho: Don't be jealous! You're the only one I have eyes for~

Sieun rolling his eyes: Stop bothering the staff or they'll kick you out.

Suho: Ah- you really are jealous!

Its in that moment Suho realizes that maybe hes the problem. Its made even worse, when Suho drags himself all the way up to Sieun school. It sucks so bad, and he winded, his legs hurts. But he wanted to surprise Sieun, and maybe its because hes been feeling useless. Maybe its because, he see the healing bruises on Sieun hands. Maybe it the way he can still see the cracks from, whatever was happening in Sieun life. Maybe its because he feels like Sieun has grown and changed so much and hes... he still stuck-

Student: Oh shit! Sieun boyfriends here! Someone go get him!

How many people think i'm dating Sieun!??!? Suho whole ass pity party is subverted by the endless stream of people coming up to him. Soon enough Baku breaks through the crowd and shoos everyone away. (More like hes the distraction and Gotak and Juntae rescuse mission Suho).

[the-ace-with-spades]

Jake, despite all the external confidence and bravado (*cough*assholery*cough*), can get insecure quite easily and then panic about this internally

Gets a bad haircut? Bradley is going to notice he's actually ugly and everyone is going to laugh at him. Of course Bradley tells him he looks like a side character from the Hacksaw Bridge and then can't stop putting his hand in Jake's hair because despite being too short, it's still super soft, softer than usual as it tends to be after a haircut

Misses a single question of the pub quiz in the Hard Deck? He's so fucking dumb, how can anyone ever want him on their team, Bradley should be ashamed he's with such a dumbass, he's going to notice Jake is all front, no brains at all, but then Bradley calls Quebec the capital of Canada and hides his face in Jake's shoulder because he gets so so red whenever he's embarrassed

Gains a few pounds when he stays for a few weeks with his family to attend a wedding and the family Thanksgiving? He's so ugly, Bradley won't want to touch him until goes on a diet and loses enough weight to be able to fit in his tightest jeans again for sure, he's not even going to look at Jake. Then, of course, Bradley picks him up at the airport and gives him a long look over and asks if he bought new sweatpants because his ass looks really good in them and then when they hug, Bradley's hands not so inconspicuously grab a handful of Jake's butt as Bradley tells him he missed him

Messes up a steak when he gets too into an argument with one of the daggers and leaves the steak on the grill? He's fucking useless, he can't cook and his barbecue is the only thing he's good at, Bradley is going to think he's fucking terrible life partner material and doesn't contribute at home enough and can't even make a good steak. And then Bradley just tells him to put it on his plate because he's used to eating well done or a bit burned because Mav wasn't allowed near fire and Ice couldn't do barbecue to save his life so it kinda tastes like Bradley's childhood, he just needs some mustard with it

Jake is just really glad that Bradley can soothe all his worries just, kinda by accidentally saying it doing just the right thing somehow

(Bradley will never tell him that, but it's not really accidental per se, most of the time. Jake has this face he makes when he's feeling insecure and spirals inside his head, not really that different to his usual cocky expression, and Bradley mastered recognizing it and can usually deduce stuff out of context and try and do something about Jake spiralling -- even Coyote can't tell as well as Bradley can)