#will be fun to make one but that's for summer other day

[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

He Canceled Hot Girl Summer 🔥

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Brunch with the ladies…|

“She was talking about, my man my man my man, whole time mind you, her man had downloaded Grindr in order to see hole and I only found out because he matched with Autumn and asked if he was down to fuck. Whole time even after I told her and sent the screen shots that Autumn sent me when he figured out who the dude was, she had the nerve to say and I quote ‘Aaliyah don't be jealous bitch because you can't keep a man even as a whore’, mind you she only made her goal for that week because I invited her to do a double with me.’” Aaliyah is busy telling a story about her acquaintance that she sometimes works doubles with.

The table erupts in laughter, and for once in five months, you feel alive. It's been forever since you left the house without worrying about Omari. Johnny had insisted that you go and have a girl's day with your friends, and he was gonna have a guy's day with his mini-me. Sure, you were apprehensive about the whole ordeal, leaving Omari with his father while you went to therapy, or got your hair and nails done was one thing. Each little outing would be done and completed within three hours. Brunch with the girls, though? That was damn near an all-day thing. You four would meet at some ritzy ditzy outdoor place and order bottomless drinks and food. Trade dating stories about your sex lives, talk about family drama as if you four didn't all grow up within walking distance of each other, complain about missed connections and give opinions on flavors of the week. Then after the bill was fought over because one of you always wanted to treat the other three, you'd all stumble out, find some boutique or mall and make questionable clothing purchases, only to find yourselves back in an open patio restaurant for an early dinner, trying to chase away a brunch time hangover.

You hadn't done this in months. It was like breaking through an endless wave of depression and depersonalization. You didn't feel the immediate tug of motherhood. Instead, you felt like…well you again. Loud, fun, flirty (the cute guy at the bar had sent you and the girls drinks all because you smiled so pretty at him), and most of all like a whole person and not some milk dispenser.

Your name cut through the laughter and huffs as the girls all calmed down. Rosette was beaming at you from behind her glass. She waits until the table is quiet before she begins, “So tell us all about John and how he's been these past few weeks?”

You shift in your seat as everyone stares at you, “what is there to tell?” You sip your mimosa and sigh, it's been so long since you've drank but Johnny had insisted you do that. He'd taken the liberty to research the best formula for Omari and said in that sweet Scottish accent, that his mini-me would be fine for a day without milk from the source.

“Well one, you aren't sleeping with him, right?” Aaliyah snarks. She raises an eyebrow, “Just wanting to make sure.”

“No…we aren't doing that. Truth be told, I like having John around. My only issue is that he's an NDA soldier, and suddenly, all the cameras and the privacy film on the windows make sense.” You sigh. Just as expected, the girls all stare in shock. “He wants us to move somewhere else, safe and secure. It was an argument, really.”

“Well you aren't married to him, so you don't need to.” Jay sips her drink with a frown, “He isn't trying to make you stay out in the middle of nowhere, right?”

“Some little village out in the highlands, an hour or so from his own family.” You snort, your eyes don't miss how everyone cringes. You all have the same experience, growing up in some middle of nowhere commune, land bought by four well decorated and wanted black-ops soldiers that wanted to hide their families. Homeschooling done by your mothers, every outsider vetted carefully, the small town didn't really trust you all but accepted your strange clan.

It's Rosette that places a hand on top of yours, “It'll be fine, I'm sure if you explain your reservations, he'll understand.”

“Other than that, he and I have been fine.” You quickly change the subject, “He has started taking me and Omari out to do what he explains is his idea of family activities. You know the zoo, aquarium, and picnics at the park.” You strategically leave out that for the past two weeks, he's been staying at your place. He takes night duty with Omari and only wakes you to breastfeed so you don't wake up with sore and swollen breasts.

You leave out that Johnny speaks with your mom as much as his own. While he doesn't particularly enjoy speaking with your stern father, he does, and he's respectful. Sure, the girls know that he pays for your hair and nails, but they don't ever need to know that he helps regulate you after a hard therapy session. Holding you close in a tight hug, whispering that he's got you and that you aren't failing your son and that you are indeed a good mother and an even better woman. Calming your fears that your family will only see you as irresponsible for making Omari without being married.

Your three best friends don't need to know any of the emotional episodes you have when your hormones become too much, and Omari demands all of you. When you feel wrung out with nothing to give him and it's Johnny who has been picking up those pieces. They don't need to know that he has planted himself into your life as much as his son's and that you've let him practically move into your apartment.

“Adorable that he's doing daddy duties.” Rosette smiles.

‘Yeah’ you think. ‘Adorable’. You clear your throat and grin at Rosette and look to Aaliyah, "How did that double date go the other week with Kyle and Simon?”

Rosette sighed dreamily, “Other than Aaliyah trying to fight the chef and getting the four of us banned from that restaurant. I think Kyle might be the one.”

Jay snorted, “How did that happen?” She places her arm around Rosette and glances at her “And you sure you want the other military guy to be the one?”

Aaliyah only shrugged and didn't even look like she was ashamed. That was your best friend though, “Look, he asked for medium well steak, and they brought that man well done steak, and he was just gonna suffer through it silently. I wasn't about to let anyone eat that dry ass steak and then pay for it? Fuck out of here!”

Rosette still had heart in her eyes, twirling her hair around her finger. She had recently dyed the end of her locks a pretty shade of deep red. “I can overlook him being in the military. He likes me for me, warts and all.”

You smiled at her, “Get to know him a bit longer, we gotta make sure it isn't dick-matism”

Chapter 6: The Soap Chapter 🧼

Johnny had settled into his new life as a dad. Sure, when he started his leave, he didn't expect to be a dad. When he looked at Omari, stared into his pretty blue eyes, brushed his fingers through his curly hair, and held his tiny little hand; well, Johnny knew he had to be better in all aspects of his life. The mother of his son had done such a remarkable job without him for a year and four months. He wants, no, needs to take care of them both and give them a good life.

He still felt a pang of sadness and anger at himself for sneaking out and not staying to at least leave you his number or Instagram. Often, his mind would wander back to the night you had both made Omari. He thinks about the wild night you shared. The way your eyes stared at him as if you didn't want to be anywhere else but with him, drinking and bar hopping, playing pool, and taking shots off of each other. He replays in his mind the kiss that broke the damn. That moment was frozen in his psyche, engraved in his mind as a core memory. He was tipsy then, too smitten by you to understand that he had found what he teased and secretly envied Price for having.

Having Omari Malachi- God willing, you let him change both of your last names - MacTavish - just made him want the whole thing all at once. Him always being in the line of danger made him want to speed run everything and break his Captain’s record of getting married in four months. If you had him, he'd get married at the court house and deal with his mother's and sister's ire later.

He's on base with Omari, his little bairn strapped to his chest. The past two weeks he's been staying off base with you and his wee one, crashing on the couch and taking night shifts and then more often just taking the brunt of the work with Omari, insisting that you rest. Every cry his son let out was met with him picking him up and setting him right, and if he could swing it, done without having to wake his Chuilein.

Most of the other soldiers on base and in the hallways stop and give him a double take. There's a sense of pride that swells in his chest as he catches the way people stare at his son. People stare with shock because there's no way Soap is carrying a babe on his chest! He gets to Price's office and hears the gruff sound of Simon talking.

“I've never actually been told before that my mask wearing was a sign of anxiety and complex ptsd…the woman is a pain in my ass.” He is complaining, which is a rare thing that he seldom does.

Instantly Johnny knows who he is talking about. His friend is referring to the date he was swindled to go on by Kyle the other week. Shaking his head, he knocks on the door and when he enters, it's to his Captain and Lieutenant looking over papers. “From what mah lassie says,” Johnny grins widely, “Aaliyah actually likes ye or she would've charged ye for the hours after the agreed upon date ended.”

Price chuckles at the glare that Simon sends him before looking at the squirming baby strapped to his chest. His mustache twitches and lips pull into a smile, “So that's him, huh?”

“Yeah,” He pulls Omari out of his wrap and promptly drops him into Simon's lap, “Meet mah boy Omari M MacTavish.”

Upon getting put in Simon's lap, Omari immediately goes for his mask. His chubby little fingers are trying and failing to grip onto the fabric. He squeals and settles on patting his face and trying to eat the mask instead by placing his mouth on Simon's cheek.

“How did she come up with the name Omari?” Simon asks. He's careful with the boy, squishing his cheeks. “Don't try to eat my mask…it's my second skin.” To which Omari only doubles down and babbles away.

He plops down in the open seat next to Simon with a shrug, “She said she picked it ‘cause he looked like an Omari an’ Malachi got pushed inta being his middle name.” He smiles at his son, “an’ he looks like an Omari.” His eyes trail over to the papers on the desk, “aren't we on leave? We have like three more weeks left?”

Price sighs and shakes his head, “Laswell needs us for an op, so we may need to cut it short.” He at least looks apologetic, “estimate on moving out is next week.”

Johnny feels his blood run cold because it's currently Monday, and he's got a week or less to make sure his girl and son will be okay. He thinks back to the argument that he and you had three days ago. He had finally sat you down and told you what he did, how his missions were dangerous, and that he's made enemies in high places. That part, he was surprised that you took well, you didn't flinch and really only sighed with resignation. It was when he asked you to move out to be near his family, to let him set you and Omari up in a small village, that you snapped and told him no. The conversation devolved into him being a bit more stern than he wanted and you raising your voice. He tried to explain that your second floor flat wasn't safe, that he would feel better moving you somewhere more secure, and it would keep his nerves from being shot when he was gone.

“John, I'm not letting you just show up and tell me that I need to let your choice in a high-risk career dictate my life.” You had said when the argument calmed down. You had been telling him repeatedly that you weren't leaving your very public job, you weren't going to be in some little village, and you definitely were not just going to do whatever he said.

“Steamin’ Jesus, that's gonna be a fun one.” He runs his fingers through his hair and notes that he needs to give himself a cut. “Chuilein may actually murder me.” He gives his captain a pleading look.

Simon grunts, “You said that she was okay with your work. So I don't think she's going to kill you.”

“She's gonna kill me, but not fo’ the reason ye think.” He reaches over and pulls Omari into his arms, “She's got some important event next week with her boss an’ some client an’ I already agreed that I'd keep Mini for the week while she travels.”

Price raises both brows in shock, “What exactly does she work as?”

“Some type of assistant at a talent agency.” He says, “Captain, how do you tell the Missus when you have ta ship out?”

Price laughs a bit before leaning back in his chair, “I usually take my wife out to do something fun or a nice night in before we ship out. Make some good memories in case things happen.”

It's a sobering thought that puts his new life perspective. He looks down at Omari and frowns. He doesn't plan on dying and leaving his family anytime soon. “Thanks for the advice, Captain.”

Seemingly not pleased with his dad and the change of mood, Omari starts babbling and squealing. Patting his face and giving him a gummy smile. Johnny sighs with a smile, “ So like…I also kinda wan’ tae ken what do I have tae do ta make sure Mini and his mam will be safe and taken care of if somethin’ happens ta me?”

Price and Simon both look at each other. They know that Johnny had gone through a quick and rushed lifestyle change. He declines going to the pub more often, opting to be with his son and his girl (as he puts it). He most recently started the habit of staying off base and where he normally would have had a short fling by now, which obviously didn't happen. He by no means is awkward, normally just saying whatever he wants and laughing off any and everything. Seeing him actually act like a dad was the same as seeing him rapidly mature, almost overnight.

Simon shrugged his shoulders, “You should elope with her. That way, you get on base housing, she doesn't have to move far and she is in a secure area while you're gone, and she's entitled to all the support a spouse married to a serviceman gets.”

“Now Simon, why would you-” John begins.

“That's a solid idea. I'll phrase it just like that, and she'll have no choice but to go along with it.” Johnny is smiling. Sure, it won't be traditional. It may even come off as ‘odd’ but he would get to be married to his Chuilein. Both her and his baby would be safe, and should anything happen, he knows his widow will be okay.

John only sighs. He knows that's going to create a row in the young man's life. While he hasn't met the woman that has his sergeant's heart, he does hear about the off the wall way she acts. So he leaves Johnny to the very bad idea and the lesson he's about to learn about trying to talk a woman into marriage.

Johnny spends the rest of the day hanging out in Price's office until he leaves with Simon to go figure out lunch. Omari hasn't napped yet, and he's pleased because that means his Mini-me will sleep through most of the night. Conversation, as always between him and his lieutenant, flows naturally up until Simon says something that's somewhat out of character for him.

They ended up off base in some shitty little restaurant that actually serves decent food. Omari has taken a full liking to playing with the salt and pepper shakers, fighting tooth and nail when his dad tries to wrestle them away.

“Johnny?” Simon says after taking a long sip of his beer.

“Yeah?” He doesn't really take his eyes off his son for too long.

“Don't go saying this to anyone…but I actually enjoyed the date that Kyle roped me into.” Simon mumbles.

This takes him off guard, “wait, really? I thought ye hated it.”

“Yes I hated the fancy place Kyle picked out trying to impress his bird…hated the food, and almost hated the alcohol.” He takes a deep sigh and drinks the rest of his beer. Then hurriedly, his mask is pulled back down onto his face. “It was after Kyle and Rosette left…”

Johnny nodded his head following along, “So ye didn' like the date but liked what the idea of the date?” He was a bit confused.

Simon huffs, and Johnny can tell that he's uncomfortable with whatever emotion he is feeling. His friend is tapping the table with his index finger and is staring at him like he's supposed to just know what's ailing him. It takes a moment, but he thinks over the conversation, and he thinks about what he's heard about that double date from his girl. Then it hits him.

“Simon…mate…did you sleep with her on the first night?” He asks and leans in close. He covers Omari's ears to shield him from his words.

Simon only grunts, “I did…after she told me that I should either see a therapist or get a vice stronger than cigarettes and liquor, because I fuck like I have trauma issues…that's where the comment about the mask came from.” He looks away from Johnny and doesn't say much more.

“Jesus…she's a piece of work, want me to say somethin’” Johnny feels incredulous.

Simon still won't look back at him, “Hm…I want you to convince your bird to convince Aaliyah to go on a second date with me.”

Johnny only blinks, completely and utterly thrown from a loop���because what? He shakes his head and smiles, “I'll see what I can do.”

a.n: so yeah this was the Johnny Chapter! Next Chapter we will be doing something different. Also I know my other stories haven't been updated (sweats) but I'm in a writer's block and for some reason I'm only able to write comedy or romance right now. Angst just isn't happening the way I need it too and I'm sorry yall 😔.

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[multiheadcanons]

THINGS THE MERCS WOULD WEAR OUT OF MY CLOSET

scout: he’s taking all my sweatpants and my boxers. i’ll never see them again. they won’t fit him because my waist is bigger than his. i feel like he’d very specifically take the sweatpants i used when i was younger and cosplayed as scout, and they would be his favorites without him putting much thought into it. they’re comfy! he might go through my sweaters, but i don’t think any would really catch his eye. i would insist he takes one of my many winter coats i don’t use. i just want him to be warm he worries me sometimes. and i need to get rid of these damn coats. i don’t know how they didn’t make it to the donate pile.

soldier: i have a single pair of decent steel toed work boots that are two sizes too big for me and i think him and engie would fight over them. they’re good boots. no brand on them. they’re khaki though. engie would probably get more use from them. and he’s gonna make fun of me because i have a single pair of matched socks and the rest of them are thrown in there. he’s welcome to organize the drawer if he really feels some type of way about it. gonna be really confused by the cropped jacket.

pyro: pyro would take my cloaks. they might also take my slippers (they’re cows), but my cloaks are definitely gone. they would also attempt to take my boot cut lavender levi’s jeans. i would definitely fight them for those pants though, they’re my favorite freakin pairs. they would be very confused as to why i have so many slips in colors i don’t own in my closet otherwise until i tell them that they’re summer nightwear. then they’d ask if every dress was my nightwear. and i would have to ask myself if i really want to keep all of my dresses or if i want the faceless murderer to have them instead. maybe leave the pink one, please? and we would be having many serious conversations about the taylor swift merch. i’m willing to part with some stuff but i’m fighting on others.

demo: all of my turtlenecks are gone. i’ll never see them again. that’s on me though, i have like five different black turtlenecks that have different textured fabric. if he could leave me at least one, preferably the ribbed one, that would be so awesome. and if he’ll leave me my velvet while it’s still cold outside that would be equally awesome thank you tavish. he would probably be the one to take my knit sweaters. i’d beg for the dysphoria sweater to be left. please leave me my one dysphoria sweater.

heavy: i think i maybe have three sleep shirts that are actually in heavy’s size, and they would just be normal shirts on him. one of them is a texas tourist shirt, one of them is a game grumps shirt, and the last one is my unus annus buddy system shirt. he can have the texas one. we would actually have to fistfight for my game grumps shirt, i had to wait like six months for the restock, and i’m snatching my unus annus shirt directly out of his hands. it’s not even getting unfolded for him to look at. he’d find it humorous that i’m emotionally attached to these shirts, and wouldn’t take anything. appalled by what i call my winter coat.

engineer: he would first try to take my one winter coat that i wear exclusively, which is actually just a men’s green sherpa jacket i stole from my brother like 6 years ago at this point. i will kindly, yet firmly steer him towards the three other men’s winter coats currently sitting in my closet that i don’t touch. he’d probably end up getting the work boots. i’ll miss them. but they’re good boots.

medic: he is popping the lenses out of every frame of glasses i own. he’s got his own lenses he can put in them. i have nine sets of prescription glasses. i’m very serious about my glasses, i will never wear contacts so i need to have variety in my glasses. and he’s gonna decide he wants variety too. he’s maybe leaving me two if he decides he likes me that day. i would have to beg at his feet to not leave me my worst pairs. but he’s not leaving without almost every set i own. he would have me begging him to get out of my room. he’s like… the worst sister in the world. he’ll rag on my clothing tastes and then say “oooo! i’m taking this.”

sniper: he’d probably go through my pullovers. his legs are longer than mine, so i don’t think he’s going to fit any of my pants. but he can fit my pullovers. he could take them, i wouldn’t care. mostly opts for my neutral pullovers, or the quarter zips. if he’d leave me one black crewneck i don’t care otherwise. i don’t think he’d take anything though. he might take this thick, tight knit maroon quarter zip pullover. i’d let him, i hardly wear it. will go through my jewelry if he’s already allowed to go through my clothes.

spy: joining sniper in going through my jewelry. probably thinks my style is doodoo garbage. doesn’t get my shoe choices. annoyed by the extensive pairs of open toed fuzzy slippers. respected the glasses concept until medic took them, so there went that. appreciates the body jewelry selection. but he can’t wrap his mind around how all of the individual pieces could even come together to make semi coherent outfits. sorry not all of us can afford three thousand dollar suits…

[nicnevans]

Hey! GW2 fandom!

I'm semi-new here, though (since you guys seem friendly) a few of my screenshots and doodles have done the rounds so my characters might not be entirely unfamiliar to you. Anyway, I want more GW2 on my dash! with some caveats due to being New TM I'm looking for folks to follow who;

post a fair bit of GW2; other games and fandoms in the mix is fine, I myself am pretty multifandom over here (I don't have the braincells to separate everything out lmao)

have a spoiler-tagging system I can reference; I've just finished HoT and I'm absolutely not rushing through GW2's storyline (experience has taught me that the best way to enjoy an MMO is slowly) If you don't have a spoiler tagging system but still wanna chat, that's also great! hmu I wanna interact and meet the fandom! I just don't wanna hit a spoiler for content that, to most other people, is ancient lmao

I'm especially interested in seeing fanworks, whether you're a creator of them or a chronic reblogger. I miss the good old days of tumblr when my dash was 90% peoples' fanart and OCs and everyone hyping each other up 🥺

A bit about me (and my characters)

I'm not a single-fandom blog. My blog runs mostly on a queue, and in that queue goes basically everything I enjoy with anything cool that crosses my dash in between.

I'm a Millennial TM. I make Millennial TM jokes (puns) like my life depends on it. I'm sorry. I can't change.

I post art over on @ilmhist sometimes. Doodles and portraits and such. (That's also the blog I like/follow from.)

I have... a lot of OCs. A lot. My OC page is packed and in a constant state of "oh god I still need to write so-and-so's bio..."

idk how to play GW2 I'm just here for the blorbosis, I'm certifiably Bad At It and I die constantly. This has become a character trait for my comm, it's a running joke at this point that he never walks away from a fight under his own strength, he's always getting carried or dragged out when it's all said and done.

I'm... kind of obsessed with sylvari. I support everyone who has brainrot for the other races and I'd love to hear thoughts on them, I just have none, it's all plant people all time in my one singular braincell.

(pictured above, left to right: Duilliche (main comm), Callainn, Lusanaisig, Dreaghann)

These lil guys are my current pride and joy. Lus and Drea are twins, but all four of them awoke during different times of the same day, and (mostly) had connected Dreams. Cal is the odd one out in this, she never got a Wyld Hunt and her calling in life is much more mundane than the others, but she sort of gets swept along with them anyway. Her running gag is that, for one reason or another, she never seems to make it to the Big Climactic Fight at the end of any given journey. Dill is very much in the wrong genre and should have been a Disney prince. He even sings. He also has a godawful sense of direction and if left in charge of Leading The Group, he will blithely lead the group in circles for hours. As is evident, they're season-coded. Autumn, winter, spring, summer. I thought it was a fun idea for a group of sylvari sharing a plotline :>

This post is getting really long. Okay, so, intro done, like/reblog/comment/something if you post GW2 and I can avoid spoilers if I follow you, if I can't avoid spoilers if i follow you feel free to drop me a message or something if you want?

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

https://www.tumblr.com/allthisscienceidontunderstand/774504308472479744/live-action-lady-and-the-tramp-but-its-actually

Ace being backstage on the shooting of these cause willy asked her to bring the dogs and she takes the baby and willy takes a picture with him that never gets published 😮‍💨

Also reminds me to ask: do they post him on their social media? Show his face etc or just back shots? - 🎀

first of all, bestie, the noise i let out when i saw these pictures was not ladylike WHATSOEVER

second of all, i LOVE the idea that ace and gunnar were there too!! 🥰

so i think at first, ace is like not into the idea of coming along. she’s only two months postpartum, still feeling weird in her body, doesn’t want the attention that going along with william will bring. but he asked if she’d bring the dogs later in the shoot so they’re not there for the whole time acting up

he’s like “oh no, it’s a closed thing. we’re going when sugo’s closed for the day and if you come along, you’ll get whatever you want off the menu”

the lure of your favorite italian food is what convinces her. so after william’s been at the restaurant for a couple of hours, ace makes sure gunnar is fed and dressed up a little, gets herself dressed up nicely too - makeup, fixes her hair, changes out of the casual loungewear that’s been her staple

the dogs are clipped onto their leashes because ace already has enough on her plate with gunnar in the stroller and she doesn’t need them possibly running off even though they’re very well trained

william is thrilled to see her and the baby and the dogs, greets her with a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. and he looks so handsome in his purplish-pink suit, smells so good, and ace is just a girl who’s halfway in love with her baby daddy

gunnar’s wide awake as soon as he hear’s william’s voice, gurgling and kicking his feet until william rubs a hand over his stomach and kisses the baby’s head too, “sorry, little cakester, can’t pick you up right now just in case you decide to give us an explosion again”

gunnar coos in a way that ace is pretty sure means he knows exactly what he’s doing with the diaper blowouts

she settles in in the carrier while william finishes the shoot with the dogs, bouncing him in her arms and pointing at william, “look, it’s daddy and your puppies. isn’t that so fun?”

and the dogs come to her side too, when they’re bored of posing, scratching at her legs and nosing at gunnar’s socked feet. banksy nips at a sock and tugs it off the baby’s foot, delivering it to william, who laughs and tucks it in his pocket

when things are winding down, william comes to take gunnar, cuddling him close and bouncing him in his arms like a football. the baby grabs at the lapels on william’s suit, chewing on his other fist

they’re adorable together and ace takes a few photos on her phone, sending them to the nylander family group chat that she’s been part of since the summer. everyone blows up her phone with messages on how cute gunnar is

william asks the photographer if he can take a few family photos and ace objects - “no no, i’m not really dressed for it” - but william insists and before she knows it, ace is sitting at the table too, the dogs surrounding her legs while william has gunnar on his lap

there’s a few different shots, including one of ace hovering over william’s shoulder with a napkin after gunnar spit up on the shoulder of his suit. william’s laughing and ace is cringing and gunnar just looks delighted to be there

they get the photos after the shoot, when the ones of william and the dogs are posted on social media and ace can’t get over how good they look. they really look like a perfect little family and it makes her all misty

the photographer even took a few candids of them, william looking at her and gunnar with a soft expression on his face, william grinning broadly at gunnar, ace’s eyes all crinkled up as she watches them 🥹

as for gunnar on social media - i’ll do more of a deep dive, but they generally don’t post him on socials at all for a few months and if they do, it’s just a hand or a foot or a blurry shot, his face is never seen in photos that any of the nylanders post

when he’s a little older, they’re both more chill about posting pictures of the family, also because william and ace are together at that point and the relationship and baby are like toronto’s worst kept secret

they still don’t really post too much of his full face, just for privacy reasons, which is also part of the reason william never says anything publicly about the pregnancy or their relationship 🤍

[hugecaniac]

hi, im new to the hurricanes. curious from a fandom pov: who are the best friends in the room? are there any like bigger ships? i want to know your little guys so bad so they can be MY little guys too!! any lore for any of the guys that i should know, or just do you know of any intro to the canes primers?

First of all, HELLO & WELCOME!!!!! It gets a little silly in caniac land but I've only ever had great experiences with other canes fans here and irl, and I hope you'll come to love our little community as well <3

unfortunately, you have come in at a tragic time for carolina hurricanes frienships, as our hot boy best friend squad was recently decimated with the rantanen/necas/drury trade - neci & svech were probably the closest we had to a dynamic duo type :(

we did lose teuvo teravainen during the last offseason(TRAGIC), who was good friends with sebastian aho - he and Seth Jarvis apparently tore it up at aho's wedding this summer. We did keep our finn numbers up with the rantanen aquisition, so our honorary finn jarvy can keep his citizenship.

other good friends are svech & kochetkov who are both younger guys on the team & share the russian bond - svech was his translator when he was first called up & kooch didn't speak much english, here they are being cute as hell about kooch accidentally cursing in an interview. kooch's english has gotten much better this season & he's done a couple of solo interviews with our favorite chaotic color commentator Tripp Tracy (arguably one of the larger personalities in the canes lb)

I'm not really into any shippy stuff with the canes - I think Svech/Kochetkov has some traction, but its definitely not in the realm of the bigger hrpf ships, and I don't personally ship it. If you want to go the historical route, there's always Jeff Skinner/Eric Staal which was HUGE in the early days of hrpf

no canes introduction would be complete without mentioning the seth jarvis phenomenon, either! just today he posted the world's goofiest video from a nascar race with staal, martinook & chatfield. If you're looking for adorable goober, personality extraordinaire, look no further. He is never beating the just a little guy allegations. he does hops with svech as part of his pregame warmup (very adorable)

Also, in a completely objective statement of fact, we have one of the greatest d-men in the league, Jaccob Slavin. He saves us the game practically every time he's on the ice, and he's an absolute angel with some of the lowest penalty minutes in the league consistently. if he ever leaves i will be doing something drastic

and finally, for a primer, I think the most recent one is here from the start of the 23-24 season by @pyotrkochetkov & @smileysvech. It's mostly accurate for team lore, but you'll see as you go through just how much our team has changed over the course of this season & last year! We lost a ton of our d-core over the summer when their contracts were up, and our new GM has been making some BOLD moves with trades & contracts, which is exciting to see from a team perspective but sucks so fucking bad when its your guys leaving :((((((

anyways i hope this was informative & you learned a little bit about the team & why we love them so much! they're truly such a fun group to watch & i hope you think so too <3 we'd love to see you in the lb anytime, and feel free to reach out if you want to know more!

as a bonus, i'll tag some of my favorite canes blogs if you want to follow some others - in addition to the authors of the primer above, i love following @andreisvechnikov @poke-checked @sethjarvy @turbolainen and @captainmcbabygirl for lb/canes content, just off the top of my head!

[unfortunatelyimaginary]

I wonder if this is a tag we had another name for? We played MANY variations in the mid 2000s. Pandemic tag (I was 10 during swine flu) was a favorite (also called zombie tag?), ameoba tag, trolley tag, banana tag, freeze tag and dance freeze tag among others.

My favorite was a sort of team freeze tag called by a very niche name (girls vs boys nominally although choosing your team was allowed, one team was chasing the other was running, you could unfreeze your teammates like in freeze tag. If you froze everyone on the other team the roles would switch (chasers become runners) but the running team could also tap out by yelling "[team] attack!" at which point runners become chasers. The team that was running away when recess ended or parents called us to go home won, so you could be strategic with your attack calls to try and make sure your team was running away at the end. We had a yearly tournament after the last day of school where the winners got bragging rights all summer.) It was complicated but so fun, we played it all through elementary school. I was the leader of the girls team, we won the 5th grade tournament and were so proud.

Just out of curiousity did you live in the high desert as a kid

If you're wondering because of the raptor tag thing, it's going to be a common game across millennial kids because Jurassic Park came out while we were kids. There's a bunch of people in the notes who played raptor tag very similarly. Convergent evolution of play, because kids love dinosaurs and pretending to hunt and kill each other like any other small apex predator mammal does when baby. Practice for skills we no longer need to survive because our meat generally comes plastic wrapped from the supermarket.

Anyway no, I definitely grew up in suburban Michigan. I spent a large portion of my childhood "hunting" pretend wolves and bears that I was sure were in the small spit of woods behind my house.

[elektroyu]

Qualat genetics list

General

- common (Co): incomplete dominant;

- striped (St): incomplete dominant/ co-dominant to marbled; changes black markings on face, back, shoulder, hip, tail into stripes

- marbled (Ma): incomplete dominant/ co-dominant to striped; adds marbled pattern to coat, adds black to underside of face, typically extends black a bit

- eye colors: brown, blue, green, yellow

- intensity locus (I): manages expression of pheomelanin

- shading locus (Sh): manages expression of silver; each hair has pheomelanin on base and blue-ish/ grey at tip

- highlight locus (H): manages standard white accents of the coat

- charring locus (Ch): manages standard black accents of the coat

Color Genes

- chocolate (b): recessive; lightens eumelanin to rich dark brown, no effect on pheomelanin or silver

- blue (d): recessive; lightens eumelanin to slate, also lightens pheomelanin, no effect on silver

- melanism type 1 (M1): incomplete dominant; black 'layer' on top of nearly entire body = adds black tips to hair, shrinks white but no effect on top of white; M1M1 = black layer nearly opaque, M1m1 = black layer more transparent

- melanism type 2 (m2): recessive; expands black to various degrees depending on additional, currently unknown genes

- piebald (s): recessive; adds white spotting

- silvering (si): recessive; turns silver into white, lightens red, no effect on black

- silvered pheomelanin (Sp): incomplete dominant; lightens pheomelanin in hair shafts so only tips are left red, SpSp = hair shafts white, Spsp = hair shafts cream

- head spot (hs): recessive; adds white spot to forehead, can extend white if combined with other white spotting genes

- rump white (Rw): dominant, homozygous lethal; adds white starting from belly and extremities, typically very symmetrical

- ear tufts (t): recessive; typically black

- mask (em): recessive; adds black mask to face, typically extends black on underside too

Other Coat Genes

- longhair (l): recessive

- mane/ lion (li): recessive; adds especially long hair around neck area, typically entire coat gets somewhat longer

- neck ridge (Ri): dominant, homozygous lethal due to spinal deformations; adds a 'ridge' to the neck area where coat grows upwards instead of flat

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Flashback, warm nights.

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[californiaquail]

anyone else feeling fundamentally incapable of adjusting to society. also just discovered there's a 30 tag limit which i can't believe i've never hit before

[icewindandboringhorror]

Recent-ish things ~

[merakiui]

azul has that single dad on vacation vibe nailed to a T in that new card and i’m going insane. i will be his wifey so he never again has to be a single dad on vacation

He's literally this:

But it's okay because he makes it look so good. orz I will also be his wifey so that when he has his next vacation trip he won't be alone. <3 anything to make dilf Azul happy hehe!!! >:3c

[adore-gregor]

ayyy

[sysig]

Just Desserts continental northern map made using this method! :D (Patreon)

[thewingedwolf]

i love a program that makes me feel like my job has meaning

[thenwethrowitonthefire]

Shout-out to everyone who survived a "fun" easter with the family

[sasquatchandleatherjacket]

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