#accurate but not accurate soap

[wecantspeakbutwecandraw]

I'd like to say that I wasn't thinking about a certain scottish guy when I was doodling, but I actually was sooooooo ig i made my version of soap....

[forsworned]

This is so Johnny and Kyle coded

[stellewriites]

fem!141 thirst traps

simon: he doesn’t take it himself, is mid-way through his routine when one of the lads takes it and sends it to him with the suggestion of forwarding it on to you.

he does so with an unrelated text, “be home in half hour. leg day tomorrow :(” and he doesn’t think anything of it until you send back a stream of 👀 & 💦 emojis and ask him to keep you fully updated with before and after pics of tomorrow’s leg progress. all angles, you specify.

price: you message her first, a curious “wuu2?” in hopes of curing your boredom, and boy does she fix it. she doesn’t mean for it to be a thirst trap but the casual show of height and strength in her relaxed posture has your interest piquing immediately and you’re bugging her for the next hour for more snippets into her gym routine until she finally catches on and sends you a steamy photo in the gym showers with a promise to come occupy your time in person.

gaz: she’d message you at stupid o’clock, something baity like “just finished my usual yoga routine, but it’s not hitting like it used to 😪 we should try couples yoga, don’t you think? you said you’ve been feeling tight recently, i can help with that.”

and i mean the flash of bicep and tease of bush was enough to turn you to putty but the idea of getting a little stretching done under her hands was certainly something you’d never say no to either.

johnny: johnny’s surprisingly clothed in hers; as long as she can flash the nipple piercings and the size of her hands, she’s golden. flexing and keeping her trackies low slung to flash a tan line is just the cherry on top, a little extra to reel you in.

it’s probably the only time she's subtle; as soon as you reply anything vaguely complimentary or suggestive she's sending absolute filth right back - whether it’s in voice notes, scrambled texts, pics of her hand down her pants or pulling at the collar of her sports bra to flash her tits. she just needed the suggestion of permission before getting started.

alternatives:

johnny/gaz: i think they’d like a bit of competition between themselves, would send it to you with a cheeky lilt to the message, “who’s been working harder, babe?” or maybe “who looks better?” if they’ve riled each other up too much and need a third opinion to decide who’s made the most progress since they’re lifting pretty much the same weight and their stamina is just about level.

when you reply a flirty, “think we’ll have to run some tests at home” they don’t waste time finishing their sets before leaving.

simon: he rarely sends a posed selfie but when you request it (and maybe send an example photo of yourself first) he’ll oblige with his face covered.

finds it funny when you promptly send it back with red circles dotted all over and an almost blunt text, “this is where i��m going to bite you when you get home”, only there isn’t really any patch of skin you haven’t circled twice over.

price: she’s another one, like simon, that’s likely to have the lads take a candid photo and suggest she sends it to her missus. price would be in the locker room, half changed and laughing at something soap was saying when she catches gaz out of the corner of her eye.

it’s takes all three of them badgering her to send it unlike simon who did it without needing much convincing. but she’s glad to have given in when you send your own gym selfie back - tight workout shorts practically eaten up by the curves of your arse and thick thighs. one hand is pulling up your baggy shirt so she gets an unhindered view and she can see your cheeky smile in the reflection of the mirror.

[sunshowersanddandelionwine]

au where mrs Riley gets the chance to leave her husband’s abusive ass when Simon and Tommy are little and takes it. She’s got no money, no relatives nearby, and no idea what to do with two children under five. So she takes a long shot.

When she was in school, she was very close friends with another young woman. Close enough to consider themselves as good as family, even if they weren’t blood related. They fell out of touch after school, with work and life and other things getting in the way. The last time they’d seen one another (before marriage tore her from her own life) she’d gotten her phone number and a promise that no matter what, she’d answer. Mrs. Riley never found the courage to do so before. But despite years and distance separated them, she still remembered it.

Elizabeth (formerly Riley) calls Grace in tears, standing in the rain at a pay phone, trying to keep her kids out of the worst of the deluge, expecting the worst. Derision. Judgement. Perhaps even blame. But she gets a warmly familiar voice in her ear, beyond joyful to hear from her again, and of all things, a plan. A plan to get her out of Manchester and somewhere safe.

Three train tickets to Scotland later, Elizabeth, Simon, and Tommy stand on the doorstep of the MacTavish house and are welcomed by Grace and her family with open arms.

(Simon doesn’t remember much from that period right after they got away from his dad, but he does remember the important things. A warm house. Full bellies. Firm embraces. Blue eyes everywhere. And a hand that fit perfectly in his own. When he sees the Sergeant hop down from the truck before that goddamn mission, he’s thrown back in time. And when he hears that Scottish lilt in his words, he knows.

There you are again. I missed you.)

[emmster]

I am begging on my hands and knees for GhostSoap and #20

I choose headscar violence with this one

[aro-in-space]

ghost is really just like. a confused cat. and soap is like “why has no one taken in this cat yet” and everyone else is like “that’s a goddamn lion wtf are you doing”

[thatoneautisticshark]

okay, so! I made sure to read your pinned post before making this ask (as I didn't want to ask for something you weren't comfortable writing), but anyways- I always had this thought in the back of my head about how poly 141 would be like after soap's death, I've tried to imagine it but idk, I just can't...so! What about a bit of angst with ghost, gaz and price? I feel like they wouldn't be the same, at least not when it comes to affection and other things, especially since I feel like if they did try to do something they would feel Incomplete without soap, or smt of that nature

Okay... so you are just trying to make me cry cool. /J

But honestly soap is the only fictional character I have ever cried continuously abouts death. I feel so bad for the babyy.

Anyways. Sooo Ghost retreats, he completely shuts everything and everyone out, staying locked in his room.

Gaz is a comfort seeker but assumes that Ghost needs to process alone, so stays pressed to Price instead.

Price is staying by Gaz, but once his shock and denial ends, he is not letting Ghost pull away. He had only seen the other pull this much away once before and it didn't end well.

And dammit he wasn't losing another partner.

Price will head into Ghosts room, won't push him to talk or touch, but just sit in there so he isn't alone, until he finally cracks sobbing into Prices chest.

They struggle bad. But it doesn't matter they are back in the field in a month, even tho they are missing a huge chunk of their team.

Nik who was kinda sorta part of the relationship is sure to be quieter, offering quiet comfort.

The boys feel overwhelming guilt after every mission, they came back alive and Soap didn't.

None of them wanted to spread his ashes, they really didn't. It felt like they'd lose some of him. But on a mission, they'd stopped at that cliff at sunrise, and Johnny had laughed saying how pretty it was, and he wanted to go here when he died.

The guys had shrugged it off, saying it wouldn't be happening for a while yet.

Ghost dread the ashes with his mask off, it felt a disservice and rude to spread his boyfriend with his mask on. Each boy brought something.

John a boonie hat, Kyle a cap, and Ghost a spare mask, and they dropped them with Johnny so he wouldn't be alone.

They didn't spread all the ashes, about a quarter. The remaining they got made into necklaces, which they kept close, holding kissing and praying on.

The other thing cost a lot, but it was worth it, because they knew Johnny would have loved it. After saving up a bit, they got a bit of his ashes put in a fire work and shot up even if the noise made them flinch, and the beauty of the fireworks didn't compare to the beauty they lost.

The urn stays decorated with flowers for the first few months. But is slowly changes as they process their grief. Would Johnny really love boring flowers around his urn? No.

They stick googly eyes on, and talk like he was still there, put a santa hat on at Christmas and scold the urn for forgetting to get them presents.

They function, despite missing a large hole, they develop more attachment issues. Strangely none of them have a major fear of death. They'd welcome it, if it wouldn't leave the others behind again. Perhaps one mission they'll die together and then they can see Johnny again.

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[something-divine]

TF141 and pet names they’d call you (afab!)

Price 🚬:

-honey

-bug

-darling

-sweetie

-the missus

-hun

-bird

Simon 👻:

-lovie

-doll

-sweetheart

-dove

-princess

-mama

-my girl

Johnny 🧼:

-peach

-baby

-bunny

-cutie

-sexy

-wifey

-beauty

Kyle 🧢:

-angel

-sunshine

-beautiful

-sugar

-my love

-sweetness

-babydoll

A/N: don’t fight me on this 😐

[howlingshadows]

So you’re telling me that “Blue Merle” doesn’t scream Scottish to you, when you’re writing or drawing Werewolf Soap? 🙄😤😒

And don’t you dare get me started with snow nose and matching mix color toe beans!

[frogish-person]

(Image IDs in alt)

@sunshowersanddandelionwine this is how Blue Moon ended right

[tavysboy]

i am going to create an au that is so niche no one can stop me

[izzabela]

incorrect 141 quote (pt. ???)

(based off that one scene from ted lasso)

*entire 141 working in out*

Laswell, kicking the door down: PRICE. GET YOUR HAIRY ASS IN HERE

*entire team, whistling and whooping as Laswell leaves*

Price: Every. Single. One of you knows my ass isn't hairy... yet none of you spoke up

*looks everyone dead in the eyes*

Price: And I will never forgive you

Gaz: He's right... we're cowards...

Soap: Aye, but Laswell-

Simon: That'll do, Soap

[wee-fuckin-woo]

my partner's reaction to me explaining one (1) plotline of this show

[sunshowersanddandelionwine]

as a former rower, i have to give my latest brainrot seat assignments or i will EXPLODE

coxswain: the only one facing the front of the boat, the cox is arguably the most important member of the team. As such, the two main coxs are farah and horangi, who switch out depending on the need. Farah is the default cox, because she’s extremely calm under pressure, has exceptional leadership skills, and knows exactly how to get what she wants from her boat. She has never looked anything but perfectly relaxed in the stern, face focused and intense. She doesn’t have to yell or scream, but she will if necessary. Horangi, on the other hand, doesn’t cox as often but when he does, he is at an 11 at all times. He makes jokes, taunts the other boats, jeers and snarks at his rowers, and generally does a Lot. It’s not always the best strategy, especially with the wrong person in the stroke seat. But when he works? He fucking WORKS.

eight: also known as the “stroke” seat, they set the pace for the rest of the boat. They have to be steady, sure, and solid. Which is why I think Ghost fits this seat best. He doesn’t let the rush from the bow get overwhelming, he can keep a high stroke-per-minute count without burning out, and he and Farah have a rock solid connection. He sometimes swaps with König (usually when Horangi is coxing because he doesn’t jive as much with his style) but most of the time? That man is in the front

seven: SOAP. SOAP SOAP SOAP. There’s no one else I could think of to be ghost’s seat pair. And not just because I’m a ghoap girlie at heart lmao. But a good seat pair is a balance that’s hard to come by. You have to pull at the exact same time with the exact same force and movements, and soap is incredibly perceptive to ghost’s every move, and always knows without having to see his face exactly what he’s thinking. He has some rush issues, because he gets WAAAAY to into things, but ghost’s immovable pace is the perfect counterbalance

six: the first of the “engine room” middle four, six seat is a powerhouse. They bring the speed and the momentum. And I think Gaz is the perfect six. He’s a leader of the middle, but he’s not quite experienced enough to be stroke. In a few years, he’d have it in the bag for SURE. But for now? He’s got a fire in his eyes and a need to prove himself. He also loves to snipe about the “eyesore” that he’s forced to look at for the entire race.

five: ALEX! Another member of the engine room, five isn’t as focused on technique or finesse. However, it’s the heart of the boat and the core of the team. And Alex has heart in spades. He and Gaz are an amazing duo, and honestly could be a powerhouse stroke pair someday. He’s the connection between the stern four and bow four, keeping everyone in seamless sync.

four: as the middle of the boat, not a lot of people consider four seat often. Which is perfectly fine with König. He doesn’t have to have the absolute perfect technique like the outer four, he doesn’t have to lead like stern pair, and he doesn’t have to think about anything but pulling as hard as he fucking can until they cross the finish line. However, he does sometimes get swapped with Ghost whenever Horangi gets to cox. And while he’s not a fan, he doesn’t seem to mind as much when he is forced up front.

three: three doesn’t get enough love imo. In my mind, it’s the jack of all trades seat. It’s part of the engine room, but far enough to the bow where technique matters a lot, and there’s really only one person I could see doing it well. Roach is the perfect three seat - inconspicuous and seemingly underwhelming but incredibly versatile and flexible. He can also sit in any seat, regardless of whether it’s a starboard or port-side oar (like me when I still rowed! :D) and used to be Ghost’s pair until soap joined the team. He’s not upset about it at all, because three fits him much better lol

two: the bow pair are the farthest from the coxswain, and the most vital for both rush control and technique. Rush comes from the bow and bleeds into the rest of the boat. Which makes alejandro an excellent two. He doesn’t have to be as strong as the middle four (though he is still very very strong, don’t get me wrong), but his form is almost unmatched.

one: there’s only one person who has a more perfect form than Alejandro, and that’s Rudy. He’s straight out of the dreams of coaches everywhere, and often gets recruited as an example for newbie rowers to learn how to sit and how to hold onto their oars. He’s the farthest from Farah, but he is so on point with what she wants from him it’s like there’s no distance at all

price and nikolai are a former pair who moved to coaching after winning a few Olympic medals. Price deals with technique and Nikolai deals with strategy (ie when to hold back and when to open the tank)

kate and her wife are the team managers and owners

Other honorable mentions:

hesh and logan have a pair. hesh is in the stern because hes Big Brother. keegan has a single scull.

(oc warning) cash, mickey, zora, and lia have a four that's coxed by lucas. hes their Baby Brother and they can and will kill for him. ross and larkin (their coaches) look the other way because they would also kill for him.

[paarthursass]

for the most part i do like how they characterize hera in season 1 of blood of zeus (jealous insane woman who's JUST as much of a pos as her husband i do love failmarriage and how they make each other worse <3 get a divorce babes) however what i did not enjoy is her characterization seemed perfectly engineered to create takes like "actually hera was completely justified in everything she did <3 including trying to kill babies and also orchestrating the violent death of the woman of color who zeus seduced in the form of her abusive husband" like oh justice for hera? justice for electra

[bloodyknucklesforme]

When It's Time | Johnny x Nina

Nina goes into labor

decided to make it just 1 baby for this time around

"Nina?" Johnny called from the bedroom. She was pacing around the nursery across the hall. In a day or two they'd have their baby but right now she was trying to breath through early contractions. Her cervix, god she'd never thought this much about it before, wasn't dilated enough to go to hospital yet. The contractions still hurt. Johnny came and wrapped his arms around her, holding her stomach up. "Jane said you should try to sleep. there's nothing we can do till..."

"Contractions are five minutes apart," they finished together. Johnny chuckled and kissed her temple.

"I'm just...I'm scared," she admitted, laying her hands over his. The miscarriages, the months of trying, the anxiety that she was going to do something wrong had built up to now, just waiting for labor to start.

"Me too. But we're almost there. Couple more hours and we'll have our baby." He rested his chin on her shoulder. "Clan of three. We're going to have the most the most beautiful bairn. But you need to sleep."

He guided her back to their bed and tucked her back in before climbing in to his side.

"Can you hold my hand?" She asked, reaching for him under the covers.

"Always."

"I can't do this." She cried. "i can't do this."

"You can. You have to. You're almost there." Johnny pressed his forehead against her's. He was a little afraid she was going to break his hand with how hard she was holding it. He'd let her do it, if it took even a little bit of her fear away. Jane, her midwife, had assured them that everything was looking great. Nina had her epidural and it would only be a little bit longer with how close her contractions were. "I'm right here, Neen. I'm right here. Just keep your eyes on me, okay? It'll be okay."

Her face scrunched up with tears, lips pouting. They'd been in the hospital for several hours already. His mum and sister were only an hour away now. Kyle and his sister were getting on a train to meet them later that afternoon. Price was currently speeding his way through England to get to them as soon as he could. Johnny couldn't deny his own fear, that something horrible would happen to Nina or the baby and he would be helpless. He had to trust Jane and the doctors. They'd delivered hundreds of babies. He'd be holding his own baby soon. He hoped they looked like Nina.

"I love you," She nodded. "I can do this."

"You can do this."

"Okay Nina, I need you to start pushing. One, two, three!" Jane instructed. Johnny nodded at her. He was right there. He would always be right there. Nina squeezed his hand tightly as she pushed. "Okay, good, good. Now stop for a moment. Breath in, good, now out through your mouth. Baby's head is coming out. We're almost there."

Johnny whispered more encouraging words to her. Another contraction hit and Jane cheered her on. One more and as she leaned back against the pillow crying filled the room.

Nina let out a cry of her own, looking at Johnny who had tears rolling down his own face. Jane was wiping off the baby's face.

"Let's get you to mum." Nina held her shaking arms out. Her baby was right there. "Congratulations of your baby girl."

Her cries slowed as Jane laid her on Nina's chest. Nina held her, she was sticky and had a spattering of dark hair. She was beautiful.

"Can I touch her?" Johnny asked softly. Nina nodded and he laid a hand across her back. She was small and her dad's hand was almost the same size as her. "You did a good job. Made a beautiful baby girl."

Nina didn't ever want to let go. Just let her fall asleep on her chest, feel her heart beating and her little breaths. She wished her own mum was here to see this.

She knew her daughter would grow up happier than she did. That she would never feel unloved or abandoned. Her dad would protect her and love her. She wouldn't have to go through all the things Nina did. Nina kissed the top of her head and Johnny kissed Nina's forehead.

"Have we chosen a name?" Jane asked.

"Poppy," Johnny answered, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "Our little flower."

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