#Soap Saturday

[wrensartstash]

It's Soap Saturday so I bring you a(fairly scattered) Soap analysis

"Oh she only has OCD and no more she's written badly" I HAVE OCD AND WHILE THAT DEPICTION WAS EXTREMELY DAMAGING AND COULD'VE BEEN DONE BETTER, IT'S UNFORTUNATELY ACCURATE FOR SOME PEOPLE(it's me I'm some people). SHE OBSESSES OVER EVERYTHING AND BEING A SOAP BOTTLE PROBABLY DOESN'T HELP SINCE OBJECTS ARE EXPECTED TO ACT ACCORDING TO THEIR OBJECTS

She can't HELP IT!!! SHE TRIES TO GET BETTER BUT LETTING GO OF YOUR HABITS IS DIFFICULT ON YOUR OWN AND AGAIN, AS A BOTTLE OF SOAP, SHE PROBABLY FEELS MORE SOCIETAL PRESSURE TO BE GOOD AT CLEANING!!!! SHE FIXATES ON EVERYTHING BECAUSE IT'S ALL SHE FEELS LIKE SHE CAN DO TO HAVE ANY CONTROL OVER THE SITUATIONS SHES IN!!! Besides cleaning, she has ONE coping mechanism, and it's one that everyone else HATES(singing). So no WONDER she ends up just cleaning. For hours. And hours. And hours. To the point where it's irrational

ALSO THAT'S ANOTHER THING!! Having control over situations is very big for me, and fixating is one of those things that helps. For Soap, being in a clean space and cleaning the hotel helps her feel like she can actually be calm and helps control her emotions, because without her cleaning? The hotel would be in shambles! If SHE wasn't helping, then everything would fall apart!! Sure, this isn't reality, but for her? Someone who has tried again and again to make things better but just making them worse BECAUSE of her impulses? She needs to feel like she's doing SOMETHING or else she's nobody. Just another stereotype ignored by the narrative

It's not HER FAULT that she has OCD and it's not HER FAULT that societal pressures force her to be who she is. Besides, after Tissues got eliminated, she could've thought that SHE had a higher winning chance because he got eliminated for his trait being. Well. Sick. So, as the opposite, the fans should love her!! Right? So, she goes further, she puts soap on the pizza, she has a musical number while fixing the hotel, she does all of these things to not only give herself a sense of stability, but also to hopefully boost her appreciation from the audience

And it didn't work

The moment she STOPPED cleaning, it didn't work. She told Mic to listen to her heart when walking through the portal, but if we're being honest(and if we see the comics), she went right back to cleaning. The moment she tried to be less impulsive, she was eliminated. And there goes her control once again

As of now she's likely right back in that loop, cleaning endlessly despite being asked not to as it isn't needed, but she won't, because if she's not CLEANING, then she doesn't have a purpose. She can't just pick up a new hobby, this is her LIFE, and if she can't sing, then she only has one option left

Or maybe I'm just reading too much into a one note character, who knows

Happy Soap Saturday

[shotmrmiller]

ghost getting himself a cute, soft girl he doesn't talk about much but is clearly obsessed with and price just thinks it's nice he's finally settled down, approves of the home he's made for himself, definitely approves of the one he's taken for himself.

soap asks kyle if he's seen you and he says, "yep. lovely bird he's got tucked away in her little dollhouse. makes great food, too." soap swears there's a subtle shift in his tone when he says "lovely", a hint of something deeper that flickers in his eyes for just a moment. soap simply sucks on his teeth, letting it slide. (although he knows that kyle's always been one to appreciate the good things in life.)

interest gnaws at him, a persistent itch he can't scratch. price likes you just fine, as does kyle. well what about him? he decides to bite the bullet and goes to simon with a knot between his brows, the corners of his lips tugged downwards. they've shared clothes, bullets, beds. if the other two got to meet you, why can't he?

"ya can come over for dinner on tonight. she'd 'ave my neck if she didn't formally meet ya anyway."

soap then asks, out of genuine curiosity more than anything else, if simon would have kept you in the dark from him hadn't he brought you up himself.

"ya meet 'er when i want ya to, boy, and not a moment before." the tone he takes is unmistakeable. his words are a command, not a suggestion, and soap instantly knows to not push further.

soap nods. "ah'll be there."

"course ya will. she'd be terribly disappointed otherwise."

yeah, he'd hate to have that.

soap sits in the living room, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light over the cozy place. with a full stomach and an unfastened belt, nursing a glass of kentucky. he can't remember the last time he ate that well or that much.

maybe it's the alcohol that loosens his tongue, or the fact that he wishes he also had a sweet little thing to keep at his side just like simon's doing with you now, but the thoughts he's been mulling over all evening since he first saw you tumble out of his mouth.

"while ah can attest to yer taste in sweethearts, can't say much about your alcohol. bourbon, LT?" he says, chest warm.

simon's arm tightens around your hips, fingers splayed possessively over your thigh. he shrugs, completely unbothered by the backhanded compliment. "can't be perfect in everythin', can we, sergeant?"

soap's cheeks burn furiously hot when you come to his defense with a smack of your palm onto simon's chest. "be nice to johnny. he's got a face that make up for some of his other flaws."

the teasing lilt in your voice unashamedly gets his southern blood pumping. he can't help it if certain things stir when someone as pretty as you look at him like that. soap swirls the amber liquid gently in the glass while keeping his limpid eyes on you, not even trying to hide the fact that his gaze hasn't wavered since your cheeky little comment.

you then whisper something in simon's ear, your cupped hand not even half the size of his head and soap has to rearrange himself from the outside when your teeth catch your bottom lip. simon looks up at you then, eyes heavy and half lidded, and a smirk plays at the corners of his mouth.

"'m not sure, love. you'll just 'ave to ask 'im yourself. go on."

you open that sweet mouth of yours, but simon cuts you off with a decisive wave of his hand. "no. you know how to ask for things."

your reaction to that is visceral, and you're on your knees faster than his alcohol-muddled brain can comprehend. don't look down 'er shirt, don't look down 'er shirt, don't-

"johnny, will you touch my pussy?"

he splutters at your question, completely taken aback, but it seems you're not done just yet.

"hands to yourself, sergeant. tha' not all."

you pout at simon, one that earns you a look that promises consequence, but do as he says.

"will you touch my pussy, johnny? pretty please?"

[silkenwinger]

may i have one crumb of pussy ma'am soap is, in fact, my favorite iteration of his. it's his natural state. working with him... sigh inducing. you will have genuine bonding moments in dangerous situations, saving each other's life... and he'll comment "shit, thank god we didn't die before we shagged bonnie, aye?" which will shake you off your teary state real quick.

you'd think he struggled finding someone, but you have eye testimony that proves it isn't so. he's just a genuine, wolf howling eyes bulging honest to god true horndog. you hold on for as long as you possibly can, but eventually give in. he's corroded you, and anyway, he's a good sort and a real friend. this isn't going to change anything about your relationship.

it starts more rushed than you imagined. whatever, it's been a while for both of you. johnny kisses you sloppily, biting your lips, running his tongue on your jaw. as long as it feels good, you have no complaint, and he's good. real good.

so why the fuck does he hiss i love you as he puts it in??

[atopvisenyashill]

i'm sure people think this about me all the time too but sometimes i see someone else's prediction and i'm like what's even the point of that narratively

[brotherdusk]

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[foxhopfics]

Seven Sentence Saturday

Hey everyone! Haven't been posting much bc of writers block but i have a wip finally so here's stuff from that!

Ft. Heavy Soap whump lmao

"We're leaving in a few days, by the way. As soon as the doc clears you we're shipping out for home." He says instead.

"Gotta make sure've got all my good looks back before I get sprung, huh?" Johnny gives him a crooked grin, but he so aware of his throat and the black eye and probably his broken nose.

Simon huffs out a small laugh through his nose and the flick of a grin passes over his face. It's the most Johnny could hope for, at the moment.

[glowcowboy]

sjs but i only just woke up so here's yesterday's small joys! snow on the roof & soap bubbles :3

we love to see it ♡

[lay-z]

Who do you ship me with?

-🐈‍⬛

[paranoidgemsbok]

GET MY PUSSY UP GET MY MONEY UP

[would-they-be-good-at-asmr]

ASMR Saturdays (38)

For this Saturday (06/07/2025), I am highlighting “ASMR ~ Washing Dishes! Water ~ Scrubbing sounds!” by TORI!

Performer is TORI. If you’d like to support the performer, here is a link to their YouTube channel.

[tailbitten]

And They Were Room Mates

Felt like writing -- So here we are

Sun trickled in through the space between the curtains and swept across the room to land right on the old king's face. Groaning, the blonde rolled over, cocooning himself further within the blankets. His tail flicked under the blankets, not unlike an irritated cat. He was reaching with one of his feet for more cover, but ultimately, he gave up and sat upright, hair all over the place.

Wukong... was by no means a morning person. He had been forced to deal throughout his youth, but now that he was an old decrepit man- ha- he found the idea of waking early to leave a bad taste in his mouth. Raking fingers through his matted blonde locks, he lowered his feet onto the floor and willed himself to stand. Scratching his ribs as he moved towards his bathroom, he slugged along with the kind of air that came with a man that could have done with a longer rest.

Teeth brushed, shower had, fur and hair blown out and groomed, it took him a good hour or so to deal with his morning routine. Finally, however, he pulled on a pair of sweats and trailed through the apartment with the tired gait of a man on a mission.

A mission that involved cereal.

Froot Loops were on the docket today. He breezed by the livingroom where he heard the television on- which told him two things: Liu Er was awake, and he was going to have to battle him for television supremacy if he wanted to watch anything. That was a future Wukong issue, however, as he made his merry way into the kitchen to grab one of the bigger bowls in the house. The bitter scent of coffee struck him and made his mouth water a moment, but he ignored it for his sugary , tooth rot. He shook his cereal into his massive bowl and poured just enough milk to wet the whole lot before grabbing a spoon to head to the livingroom.

Sure enough, Liu Er was draped along the love-seat, positioned like he was a crime scene, arms akimbo and tail occasionally swaying. His head rested on the arm of the couch as his gaze remained locked on the telvision. Dark Shadows played on the screen, and as far as Wukong was concerned, it could be worse. So, after a moment of making himself comfortable, he propped his legs up and focused on the adventures of Barnabas Collins and Miss Victoria Winters.

The two monkeys remained in a comfortable silence- a rarity- but they both seemed more interested in the television than each other.

Perhaps it was for the best..

[shotmrmiller]

More p!soap. More p!soap. MORE P!SOAP PLEASE

ok but p!soap getting with a lucky fan and he's genuinely shook by how pretty you are and oh man then you let it slip that while you've used toys (small ones) you're still pretty much a virgin and he calls it.

there's no way he's fucking you into the mattress on camera as your first genuine experience. that's unacceptable. the director is already groaning in the back how this was a waste of time, money, blah blah and honestly if soap won't do it then call the big brit. "no the bigger one. ghost, right. get him."

so he untwists his knickers and only does oral with just one finger since he saw you tense when he prodded your entrance with two. you do wonderfully, the video does even better and soap, er johnny, ("ah've gotten to know a very intimate part of ye, least ye can do is call me by my name") gave you his number just in case you're interested in more.

properly. at home with lit candles and rose petals and privacy.

he might treat his costars like nothing more than holes sometimes (it's in the script you can't get mad at him) but he's still a gentleman. ish. kinda.

[wrensartstash]

Fubble Friday aw yeah

[atopvisenyashill]

when i find myself in times of haterism. that one anon comes to me. speaking words of wisdom. "i like how positive you are about the series it's a breath of fresh air."

[wheelsupin-five]

Inspiration Saturday !!

I was tagged by @heartshapedvows thank you sm <3

This is for one of my ghoap fics Night Visions bc although I have less than 200 words written for it my brain literally wont shut up abt it <3

IMPORTANT !!!!! The pic of the Glasgow smile is EFX MAKEUP it is NOT REAL !!!!!

(Song pictured is The Apparition by Sleep Token)

No pressure tag: @ci5mates @freakwiththeknifecollection @northern-borealis @ whoever wants to do it bc I am blanking on my writing buddies rn

[thiscatiscreepy]

So todays this one kid brought a fucking folding knife to school and gave to another kid to check out and that other kid thought the knife was too dangerous and flushed it down the toilet????