#John adams headcanons

[knowltonsrangers]

Hi, Sullllllll!!!! Saw requests were open and just had to jump in! Out of all the fellas you write for, who is most to least likely to get scared in a haunted house? In your professional opinion, of course.

easily scared headcanons

[a/n: hi my friend! of course, I got you! this was sm fun, thanks for requesting! ♥️]

Most:

Ensign Baker, my sweet boy, is probably the most jittery out of the bunch. Though he’ll gladly do anything you ask around this time of year, he loathes the scary, scream-inducing kinda stuff. Typically, he’s the one hiding behind you, urging you forward first, trying not to get his heart pounding in the first five minutes. You don’t mind, happily holding his hand through the whole maze, but at the end, it’s Thomas who swears he’ll never do anything of the sort again. Though, somehow, every Halloween, he finds himself at the beginning of some kind of haunted house or something scary along the lines, and he just can’t help it. You always offer to go do something else, but he’d rather go through the attraction seven times then make you go through it alone.

Middle-ground:

John Adams, pretends that he’s got nothing to be afraid of, while in fact, he is biting on his bottom lip so hard that it’s actually begun to bleed. You’ll never catch him slacking, though, whenever you manage to peel him away from his work to something festive for the season, he’s always pushing you away from something scary. His cousin, sure, loves these kinds of things, however, he just really rather not. While is amazing at swallowing his screams and bypassing all the things that make you yelp, he doesn’t make it through the entire thing with his head up. Every time you look his way though, he’s perfectly normal, and you almost pout. How is he so nonchalant? And then Sam tells you that he’s actually the biggest scaredy cat of them all. While you hold in a fit of laughter, the two of them get into an argument, Sam laughing loudly.

Least:

Robert Townsend has the most bored, unamused, and annoyed look on his face the entire time. His expression screams ‘is this over yet’, and you clinging to his arm is not helping in the slightest. While you shout at whatever crosses your path, Robert sighs, pushing onwards, dragging you along with him. You could pout and give him a whole bunch of time to actually enjoy himself, and he just can’t bring himself to. He sees everything coming, brown eyes moving across the dark rooms, and he doesn’t understand how you don’t see it either. He tries to enjoy it, for you, but it’s just not something is going to be excited about. Sure, there’s plenty things that bring that small smile to his lips, most of them involve you, yet, no haunted attraction will make him jump. He’s the most boring partner for these kinds of things.

Bonus:

Caleb Brewster likely laughs at whatever does manage to scare him, even if you’re attached to his arm, a bit jittery from the fear. If he does see the jump coming, he’ll point it out, fingers brushing your hiding eyes to try and get you to see it before it happens. If something appears that he doesn’t foresee, if the fear flashes in his eyes, you don’t see it come across his face. Rather, he’ll cover his yelp with a laugh, just after swallowing his fear down. Caleb has seen it all, but he still enjoys doing these kinda things, even if you insist this time around you won’t be bested so easily. If anything, he likes how tightly you grip his arm, and if he even tries to move away from you, you give him the best glower you can, and laughs that he was only kidding. I think that he’s so easily amused, that no matter it be you, or the scary stuff, he’d do anything you asked as long as you were there to enjoy it with him.

[sourgrenadine]

can saw characters use chopsticks:

john: yes, uses them any time he goes to asian restaurants

jill: yes, same as above

adam: no, tries and fails miserably, gives up immediately after

lawrence: yes, but prefers forks and asks for one if hes not given one

amanda: yes but not well

mark: no, and hes mad about it (“my hands are too big for these fuckin things”)

peter: yes and he rubs it in marks face even though its an extremely basic skill to learn

[goatcheesecak3]

What I think saw characters eat for breakfast

I'm not sure why but all these make perfect sense to me

John

I feel like John likes to keep it simple with egg and soldiers, not too much salt but a lot of pepper. If he wants to treat himself though, he'll make himself scrambled eggs on toast and a little salad. (He is my peepaw and I love him)

Amanda

She's an omelette girly <3 if she's got any vegetables knocking about she'll put them in, if not it's all just very plain. She prefers something more exciting, but can only really have something convenient and quick, considering how busy she is.

Lawrence

This man loves, and I mean LOVES, avocado on toast. He probably gets fancy bread from some market, and if he knew what the hell an Instagram was, he would post a picture of it with some corny caption like "what a way to start my day!🤗☀️🥑"

Adam

He doesn't eat breakfast most days, and when he does it's usually unbuttered toast. But in an ideal world, if he had the time and the money, he'd have pancakes with chocolate sauce every day. What can I say? I think he's got a sweet tooth.

Hoffman

I think Mark had a full English ONCE and never looked back. He doesn't have time to make one every day, but he'll be damned if he doesn't at least make himself a bacon sandwich with LOTS of brown sauce

Strahm

I think strahm is big fan of porridge with some jam in it. He makes a big deal of it being "healthy, yet tasty!"

Lynn

Lynn is a busy gal, her job means early mornings and a sporadic schedule, so there's no time to make a real breakfast. I think she's big into fruit smoothies for a quick breakfast that she can drink on her way to work.

[zombie-jed]

My SAW Headcanons… if you even care

[rarilee33]

more apprentice Allison verse + notes

[grxmreaperx]

ive been stuck in the airport for 8 hours and awake for 29 hours so i have deleriously begun thinking of domestic Mark Hoffman on a vacation.

To me he definitley screams airport dad, he’s holding everyones passports and boarding passes, he’s weighing everyones bags , quadruple checking everyone has everything they need and the whole kit and caboodle. but on the flip side the second yall are actually in the plane in the air he becomes normal cocky Mark Hoffman again, whispering in your ear about joining the mile high club and honestly probably doing it lolllll ,, his hand permanently gripping your thigh or having you sleep on his shoulder

anyway thats the end of my delusional rambles about my fav psycho bastard <33

ok this is so fucking funny and i haven't been able to stop thinking about it since this hit my inbox so have some headcanons (might make this into a full goofy fic at some point we'll see)

first off, i hope you get some sleep soon!!

domestic Hoffman has me WEAK

he gets so stressed

"did you pack this?" "did you pack this?" "did you pack this?"

"for FUCKS sake Mark why don't you just pack?"

has to be at the airport like 8 hours early

wears the most outrageous Hawaiian shirts he can find

i have a headcanon that he dresses fairly darker on his days off (probably old band tshirts type of look) but on vacation this man would look like a stereotypical tourist

i'm just imagining you and Mark going on a vacation with all of the other apprentices (and Adam because i said so)

he's considered putting one of those kiddie leases on Adam because he always wanders off

the only person he doesn't yell at for walking too slow is John

he and Amanda are fighting because she tried to bring a knife through the metal detectors and now you're all stopped by security and he's worried you're going to miss your flight (it's four hours away)

the only people he doesn't get annoyed with are you and Lawrence (who he has put in charge of Adam)

"Amanda did you pack sunscreen for John? I don't want to listen to either of you complain if he gets burnt"

"babe i'm gonna kill them, someone is not making it on that plane."

he's internally screaming when Amanda and Adam start playing monkey in the middle with his wallet cause they're bored

"John control your children for fuck's sake"

"Lawrence would you control your boy toy my GOD"

you, John, and Lawrence are just sitting, patiently waiting to board the plane and watching Mark die a little inside

definitely said he would "turn this car around" at least once when you were on your way to the airport

once you're on the plane (and you've made sure he's not sitting next to Amanda or Adam) he's back to normal

absolutely makes a joke about you two joining the mile high club

(and you probably do if we're being honest)

will not stop whispering things in your ear just to entertain himself

Adam makes fun of you later after he saw you both sneaking out of the bathroom

you try and convince him to sleep on the plane ride but he refuses

it starts all over again once the plane lands

"babe someone is not going to make it to the hotel why didn't we just come by ourselves"

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[sawvhs]

whenever i see someone talking about adam waiting for lawrence to come back the entire time he was stuck in that bathroom i think about how Lawrence was absolutely not far enough away for adam to have not heard him scream when he cauterized his leg, directly after watching the dude he realized was the jigsaw killer lock the door and stalk off down the hallway where a lawrence minus one foot was crawling away (knowing that lawrence Technically failed his game too)

[nigesakis]

to me, adam couldve never been an apprentice

when zep's tape starts playing, to me, the shock on his face was always the realization that he just killed someone "innocent", that he beat someone to death who was just like him

hes not nearly as tough as amanda, he wouldnt give his own life for john, he isnt as smart (in this area) as hoffman or lawrence. hes scared of death and dying, he couldnt bear being around it, causing it. he wanted to be a vet, taking care of animals, helping those that cant help themselves. he'd probably cry if one of his patients didnt make it

update 31/08

i should add that i dont necessarily think he would judge amanda for being apprentice, he'd have a harder time accepting lawrence being one and he'd definitely hate hoffman for it.

he wouldnt support them (amanda/lawrence) in it, he wouldnt wanna be part of it, but i dont think he'd to anything about it either. i think he'd try to understand why, how they could do something like this while still being the people he knows. how much of that cruelty is really part of THEM, and how much is john. he wouldnt like it, hed try to reason with them, but he wouldnt do much more than that, i think.

if one of jigsaws victims was child murderer, for example, adam wouldnt care about them being killed, he wouldnt protest it (but he also wouldnt be able to look at it, plan it, do it). but johns victims are also innocent people, people who just had a bad year or do what they have to do. THAT adam wouldn't be able to bear

[motherdanger]

it's adam. and the song is called "youre gay, so very, very gay."

[noxturnals-void]

I don’t care what the movies say, Adam is still alive and is a part of the Jigsaw family.

Where do they get their supply of photos of victims? The ones already developed in those manila envelops or hanging on walls. Hmm? HMM???

They look an awful lot like the kind Adam took of Lawrence.

I believe whole-heartedly Adam is the one taking photographs of all the people and working alongside John Kramer, and later, the others. He’s just completely behind the scenes.

The body in the bathroom doesn’t exist in my brain. I’ve completely gaslit myself into believing this head cannon. Nobody can change my mind.

[knowltonsrangers]

dramatic

SOL!john adams x reader

[a/n: I have never ?? written a full story for sol!John Adams ??? just headcanons???? unacceptable. I am so sorry.]

In retrospect, you really had just lost track of the time. It was that strange gap in the middle of the day, where the sun wasn’t quite ready to set, but evening was just beginning.

So you had accidentally left your phone in your car. Uncharged.

You assumed he would be so busy with his work, that you’d just meet up with him at home, or if you were running late enough, at the tavern, where you planned to unwind with John at your side.

It wasn’t like you were intentionally ignoring him.

but…

John was certain you were doing this on purpose.

Sure, he was guilty of being a little late for things, maybe forgetful for a handful, but he would never let work overflow into the weekend. That was you and his time, the time where he could shut his brain off for a good 48 hours and re-charge, and just be.

This, this was beyond any scope of reason he could find.

“y/n…”

He’s grumbling, pacing throughout the house like a lost puppy, glancing at his phone every time he walked past the kitchen as if it’d light up on command. To say he had rushed would be the understatement of the year, he basically plowed through his remaining work to finish the earliest he’s ever had on a Friday.

He’d never admit it aloud, but he’d so the same any day of the week, if you asked. Because what it all bubbles down to is you, and if it meant he got to see you for an extra hour or two, he’d do it.

Now, though, he’s certain he wants to absolutely go feral and call the police.

Grabbing his phone, he opens the device one last time and goes to ring you, when he hears the sound of the front door unlocking.

And before you can even remove your key, the door flies open, the intimidating force that is John Adams glowering you down in the doorway.

“I should lock you outside.”

You tilt your head to the side, curious to the very contrasting look of fear and worry in his eyes.

He hates it when you do that, analyze the look in the wells of his irises.

“For what, John? It’s not even half past three, I said I’d be home before four?”

“Had a look at your phone lately?”

Once more, he contradicts his brash words by pulling you forwards easily, smushing you into a hug that you warily return.

“It died, I…oh. I see. Were you worried when you couldn’t reach me?”

You reply smugly, laughing as John kisses the crown of your head softly.

“Why would I not be worried?”

“I thought you’d be to busy with your work and all.”

To this, he lets you go, holding you at an arms length. Staring you down intently, you watch as his eyes move into something a little more serious.

“I would never be too busy to notice that I have not heard word from you.”

“Well, yeah but—“

“There’s no refuting that, y/n. That’s the truth. I was nearly sick thinking something happened to you.”

“Kinda got a taste of your own medicine, huh?”

You scratch as your arm absentmindedly, eyes low as you shuffle your way inside the foyer.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

John asks, eyes following you as you still don’t turn to meet him.

“Like the times you stay late at work, and never care to call? Or when you snub me for a better part of the day because you’ve got important things to do?”

It’s a bit drastic, the way things have turned, and suddenly you felt a little bad.

“John, hold on, I—“

You go to continue, spinning to meet his face, but all you find is a dumb smile on his lips as he shakes his head.

“No, no. You’re right. I shouldn’t have been so rude at first, I deserved that.”

“But I was a bit dramatic. I know that your work is important to you. I signed up for this.”

“It’s not as important to me as you are, y/n. I can’t help myself, I worry. But I did get a taste of my own medicine there.”

Smiling stupidly, you wander back over to the brunette and open your arms to give him a squeeze.

“Let’s both try and be a bit more conscious, yeah? Not trying to freak you out over here either.”

“I was going to call the police, so.”

He kisses your forehead, smiling down at you gently.

“I think we both have a flare for the dramatics.”

Nothing in the world beats coming home to John’s welcoming arms, any day of the week.

“Is it bad of me to want to just stay home tonight?”

He whispers in your ear, breath tickling your skin as you laugh timidly.

“No, not at all. Because I was thinking the same thing.”

You squeal happily as John leans down to grab your hand, tugging you along to the sofa.

[a/n: on a re-watch of sons of liberty, I literally love John Adams in this series.]

[here-a-lee-there-a-lee]

their entire dynamic

[howerss]

OMG I HAVE A COUPLE OF HEADCANONS FOR SAW CHARACTERS. Favorite ponies from MLP?? Yes, sure. ADAM STANHEIGHT. he definitely loves rainbow dash, they are siblings. AMANDA YOUNG. she loves. . Fluttershy? or Applejack. LAWRENCE GORDON. he loves Rarity, that's not up for debate. JOHN KRAMER. Princess Celestia:3. MARK HOFFMAN. uh... Trixie? or Princess Cadence -_o. PETER STRAHM. Twilight Sparkle!! or Starlight Glimmer. THIS IS ALL!! I'll think about the others some more :3

[story-telling]

⛓️Always in our hearts,⛓️ ⛓️⛓️and our heads⛓️⛓️⛓️

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Hiiii!! I’m writing a fanfic at the moment and I’m thinking of updating it weekly! (If anything differs I’ll post about it) please please give this a read because it took a long time and I hope you all enjoy it!!

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Chapter 1:

Healing externally

Lawrence drags his nearly lifeless body across the disgusting sewer floor, gasping for air due to the blood loss leaving his head woozy. His stump dragging across the floor, scraping against the concrete with every movement, up ahead he saw a door, it wasn’t locked. Freedom, he thought to himself as he suddenly regained energy to pull himself that little bit further. He spit some blood out from his mouth and gritted his teeth through the pain, his oozing stump rubbed against some broken glass and he winced in pain, fearful to make a noise in case anyone heard him escaping.

Eventually he reached the door, pushing it open with one free hand while the other pushed himself up to push the bar down to release the lock. Fresh air. Natural light. Wind. The traffic. Everything he had ever taken for granted he was finally relieved to see again. He pushed even further to get back to civilisation, just one person needed to see him and he could get help. And that’s exactly what happened, a woman walking her dog managed to come across him as he weakly asked for help. She immediately dropped to her knees to check over Lawrence and called an ambulance.

Just a few moments later he could hear the whirring of the sirens, luckily it was a quiet place so there was no crowds. Only people hoisting him onto a gurney and reassuring him everything would be okay, one of the paramedics tried to put an oxygen mask on but before they could he batted their hand away and tried to tell them about Adam but nothing was coming out. The blood loss had left him speechless and half dead. adam. Adam. ADAM. ADAM. Was the only thing floating around his head. He struggled with the paramedic while they tried to get his oxygen mask on for about three minutes

“help. Him.” Was the only words he could mutter out before completely passing out. Leaving him unconscious.

The paramedics called the police to investigate the building while they rushed Lawrence to the hospital, he didn’t remember much from then on. Only occasionally drifting in and out of consciousness and feeling the jitter of the ambulance and the sounds of the gurney clashing together, the sirens still whirring. Eventually he lost consciousness again and everything went black. It felt as though his heart stopped and everything was peaceful at last, these last eight hours were utter hell, he was glad to be at peace. Even if he did think he was dead.

All of a sudden he woke up again, in a hospital bed. Bright fluorescent lights almost blinding him, the beeping of his IV drip and the smell of latex and disinfectant. He looked down to see his stump covered in a red blood soaked bandage and studied his surroundings, it all started to click together. The ward, the staff, the reception. This was Angel of mercy. The hospital he works at, or well. Did work at, he never in his life thought he would be a patient in his own hospital.

“This must be how my patients feel” he said to himself in a dry, raspy voice. He leaned over and took a sip of water from the cup left on the table next to him, looking over to the blue curtains. He saw a figure behind them and his heart raced started to increase, he swallowed his water with a loud gulp as he saw the figure move and open the curtain, revealing a tall, skinny woman with black hair and a doctor’s uniform on with a wedding ring on her right hand.

“Hello, I’m Lynn Denlon. I’m going to be your doctor for the time being so I will be your main port of call for any emergencies or enquiries about your recovery Mr…uhm…” she flicks through her clipboard notes to find her patients name and looks up. “Lawrence Gordon…” she smiles and looks at him putting her clipboard on the table, her head tilts to the left a little and she sighs “what could of possibly happened to you for you to be in here?”

Lawrence’s eyes closed sharply as his mind raced through everything that had occurred in that god forsaken bathroom. The blood, the smell, the tape, the saw. His eyes opened wildly once more and a horrified look appeared on his face.

“Adam…” he said quietly to himself. “Did they find Adam?”

Lynns brows furrowed in confusion and sat in the edge of the bed “who’s Adam? Surely I would have thought you would be more caring for your wife and daughter” she raises her eyebrows and smirks and the doctor.

Lawrence bites his tongue, he knew he didn’t have the energy to fight this battle “oh yes, I almost forgot to ask. How are you and Jeff getting on?”

Lynns face falls as she swallows and grits her teeth, her eye twitches as she rapidly gets up and grabs her clipboard “have a smooth recovery. Doctor.” She exits the room in one swift motion, almost slamming the door in her rage.

Sure it was a cheap shot but she had it coming Lawrence thought to himself as he took another sip of water.

Some time passes and Lawrence feels his eyes close heavily, he couldn’t believe how exhausted he was but every time he closed his sleepy eyes all he could think about was those eight disgusting hours, Adam’s screams and the pain. Oh my god the pain he thought while sitting upright and straining his neck to see if anyone was out there, a few moments later a police officer and detective knock on the glass door as he grants them entry with a swift motion of his hand.

The detective appeared with dark hair and a large build, his face almost looked familiar, Lawrence had to bargain with himself whether the detective had lip fillers due to them being so plump, the detective smiled at Lawrence and he smiled back.

“Good evening Doctor, I am Detective Hoffman. The lead on this case of your unfortunate events, unfortunately we are still running tests to try and gather any information we can about it but so far we are yet to find anything. The person who did this must be… very smart and efficient” He paused for a moment and smiled to himself.

Lawrence looked up and took a deep breath in “what about Adam? Did you find him? Is he alright?” His eyes pleading for a good response, or any response at this point.

The detective hung his head and sighed “I’m sorry doctor, Adam stanheight was already deceased when we found him. We could not resuscitate him, however we did go to his apartment to look things over and it turns out he had a cat, we either take it to a shelter or you can adopt it. You don’t have to make the choice now, god knows you have made many choices recent…”

“Wait. Just wait a minute…Adam’s dead?…” Lawrence’s eyes filled with tears as his face turned angry and sad. “You’re wrong. He can’t be. I promised him. I promised…” The detective sat on the chair across from him and Lawrence looks at him as his eyes darkened into a cold stare “you’re wrong”

“I beg your pardon?” Hoffman questioned as his eyebrows raised

“You’re wrong. You’re all wrong, this is wrong. He isn’t dead. I saw him before I left” Lawrence started to get worked up as he started sweating and hyperventilating

“You can take a trip down to the morgue if you’d like. And you would see his cold dead body” Hoffman stood up and looked at the doctor.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP” Lawrence shouted at him, a nurse came in and asked the police to leave the hospital and they did as they were asked. The nurse administered medication to calm Lawrence to prevent his heart rate increasing, she filled his cup up with more water and elevated his foot with the remote to move the bed. “Now you get some rest Lawrence. We need you to be better so we can get you home and safe” she smiled and left the room.

To be continued…🩸🩸🩸

[sleepybamboo]

Liberty’s Kids Characters Headcanons

James: Makes feather crowns(like flower crowns but with feathers instead)/necklaces

Sarah: Is thinking about cutting her hair

Henri: Has brought multiple wild animals back to the printshop with him, even though he is scolded for it each time by Dr. Franklin and Moses(he snuck a raccoon back to the printshop once, I don’t know how???)

Moses: Writes poetry when he can

Dr. Franklin: Once put a sign up on the printshop window that says: “We can fight at this location, so act wisely”

John Adams: Has used candles to try to set John Dickinson’s coat on fire.

George Washington: Has a wolf puppy as an emotional support animal(His name is Juno). He cuddles with the pup before leaving his tent.

[zaritarazi]

okay listen i was talking to ki about constantine in legends and we ended up on "zari and behrad and astra but in constantine" and let me tell you. this idea is delicious

astra kind of already has a set plot we can come back to her if we'd like bc i, tumblr user zaritarazi, would, surprisingly, love to talk about the idea of zari & behrad tarazi and how they would fit and act in this universe instead of the legends one

now you're going to have to walk with me a bit because i am, for all intents and purposes, kind of hot glueing parts of dc magic canon together- in fairness, this is also what dc comics does and i am objectively more valid- so we have black adam who never actually shows up in this imagined second? third? season of nbc's constantine, he's allowed to be bi in this one, but basically zari and behrad are minor characters that flit in and out to be like hey. just a reminder there's way bigger things out there and some of them, at some point, will be either your fault or your problem. also did you kill doctor fate you stupid fuck

so like in my head zari is a mix of comics canon, archeology adjacent, very heavily zari tarazi, outside presentation of a very bubbly socialite (THIS IS A TRICK) actual personality of like, extraordinarily clever, too sharp-witted, cares about humanity, but also feels very detached from it by this point. and she's aware of that and she's not thrilled about it. she and john have a deeply antagonistic relationship, and she's right, they flirt constantly and only through negging.

essentially both consider the other a con-person and a professional liar and King or Queen Not to Be Trusted, any time john's flirting gets too friendly zari threatens to tell teth-adam and any time she does that john asks her why he's never actually around (this is a complicated plot point i haven't decided on. i'm writing an imaginary third? season of a show that didn't get a second. bear with me)

actually everyone shut up i'm a genius bc felix faust is a big antagonizer of black adam and john constantine, had a super gross plot when he brought adrianna back to life that we will not be using, but he is a common enemy even though john kills him once or twice a season. bringing the tarazis in as signifiers of the far-off black adam circling in the distance bc john can't kill faust well enough is like... kind of brilliant of me, actually,

also zari is very very good at getting rare items, either because she's rich or very charming or both. i don't think she's a celebrity in this one, i think the tarazis are just rich, not sure how or why, roll with it, but she's a very good finder of things, and also she can still talk to dragons. this is mentioned once and never explained

okay this post went on way longer for zari than i expected- i'm sure you knew this would be the case but you know me better than i know myself- behrad but in nbc's constantine, he's allowed to be bi in this one, post to follow at some point soon