#pine soap

[skipppppy]

The life of Stanford Pines must be so bizarre from the perspective of a random townsperson who doesn’t know him. Imagine you live in a sleepy lumber town, where the most interesting thing you’ve heard this week is that a plot of land on the outskirts of the woods was sold and someone has started constructing a cabin on there.

You later learn by word of mouth that he’s a phd student doing some kind of long-term research project. You don’t see his face until one night he comes blasting down the street on a trail of destruction, eyes yellow and glazed over, trashing public property, inflicting gruesome injuries on himself, and laughing like he’s on an erratic, drug-fuelled bender. He then goes home and locks himself in his cabin again. This becomes a cycle; he stays isolated for weeks, then comes out once in a blue moon to wreak havoc and be a nuisance to the authorities.

Then one day it stops. He doesn’t come back out. The next time you see him he’s at a grocery store looking completely different to how you remember; his hair is grown out, he’s put on weight, his clothes are completely different and he’s stopped wearing glasses. Some townsfolk finally work up the nerve to talk to him and you learn that he invited them to his cabin on a tour. His home is apparently FULL of dangerous research equipment and the scientist, who had allegedly been very quiet and level-headed on the days he wasn’t having his “episodes,” has had a complete personality change, he’s loud and confident and less than honest and a little sleazy but a damn good salesman and entertainer.

He hosts tours out of his home for the next 30 years. Over time he’d changed it into a museum of sorts that sells overpriced knickknacks to unsuspecting tourists, but aside from his shady business practices he’s a well known member of his community. He changes up the exhibits every few months, brings his niece and nephew to stay one summer and they become town darlings, and even exposes a beloved public figure for running a spyware scheme.

One day you hear he got visited by the FBI. They start going round town asking about him. A week or so later he gets arrested. The town goes CRAZY theorising why but then there’s a massive earthquake and in the chaos of that you forget what happened to him. One minute you hear that the feds were surrounding his house and the next they’re all leaving like they forgot what they came for. Another week later he resurfaces and announces he’s going to run for Mayor, dominated the polls, wins the popular vote, but loses his position immediately due to an extensive criminal record.

Then there’s gossip that he completely changed his appearance again. He’s lost his fez and is walking around in a coat and cable knit turtleneck in the middle of the July heat. Then you hear from someone else that he looks the exact same and didn’t change anything. Then you see two identical men walking down the street, one matching the description you saw. People are BUZZING to know what happened and you eventually learn that the “new guy” was actually the same Scientist and the guy that had been running the museum was his twin brother who stole his identity after he went missing. Then the apocalypse happens

[cricketchirp]

Giving Thanks for Being Present

Those who know me know how excited I was to wake to snow. So excited in fact, that I awoke early, saw that certain glow in the sky through the window above our bed, and jumped up, not wanting to miss the day dawning. At just before 6am, I turned on an outside light for a minute and opened the door to receive the quiet that the flakes created. It snowed for a couple more hours before turning to…

[soapchipss]

All through the night, your glorious eyes / Were gazing down in mine. — Emily Brontë, “Stars”

version without filter under the cut

[hurrraaid]

I love me some poly soapghostroach but I also love soap misunderstanding ghost and roach's friendship as a relationship

[aessedia87]

Omega soap who is pining so hard for his LT that he refuses to take a knot. He knows it's not safe for him, knows that the fever will eventually get to him. But he knows what he wants, and he's foolish and stubborn. A MacTavish till the very end. MDNI John feels the fever come and ignores it, tells himself he can deal with it. He's worked through worse, he's a member of the SAS, taught to deal with the worst scenarios known to man. He can deal with this. And yet, his body has other ideas. He's in the mess when it happens, John telling himself if he gets some food into his system he'll feel better. He's shaky, hands trembling as he holds his tray. The world seems fuzzy around him, his shirt sticking to his skin, forehead beading with sweat. He hears others ask him if he's okay, and John thinks he responds. But he has no idea what he says. He grabs an apple from the basket, tells himself he just needs something to eat, that he'll go back to his room and sleep. When he reaches forward to grab the fruit he sways, black spots dotting his vision. He hears shouts and yells, footsteps rushing up behind him, but John is already falling, tray of food tipping to the ground, the floor rushing up to greet him. Only — the pain from falling doesn't happen. Instead he's enveloped in a pleasant coolness Soap whining at the contact against his skin, the comforting smell of dirt and grass and grit. The comforting smell of only one person in the world. "Simon." He hears that lovely dark rumble, feels himself being gathered into those strong arms that have pinned Soap to the sparring mats on more than one occasion. His body is overheated, chest rising and falling rapidly, reassurances whispered against Soap's dewy skin that he was going to be taken care of, that Simon wouldn't let him go. And Soap decides if this is just his mind playing cruel tricks on him, at least it was a lovely way for him to go. And when he closes his eyes, he falls into a dreamless sleep, the feeling of safety clinging heavily to his skin.

[imafangirlofeverything]

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[psychicpinenut]

i sincerely hope we get a flashback of how mark started out at lumon as everything he's ever mentioned suggests that he was the same as helly until they beat him into submission

[martiniluvr]

if old spice released a deodorant based on the way some of y’all describe jason todd’s scent it would be some shit like “ultra flammable gasoline gunpowder nitrate leather whiskey murder bloodbath knuckle-sandwich molotov cocktail explosion. for MEN”

[qpiiee]

i love this too much✋️😔

now I can sleep peacefully, having drawn so many arts. i've had enough, i'm tired haha

[losersimonriley]

Both rewards you get for completing the MWIII campaign. Do with this what you will

[rottenraccoons]

If I were to give a gift to Keir, what type of gift would he like to receive?

Keir definitely prefers gifts he can use. Like, giving him flowers is nice but they die quick in the underground and don't do much. What you wanna do is find something in the Venn diagram where "will use" and "doesn't buy it for himself" overlap. My go-to example is soap. Keir will buy himself the cheapest shit that works, but he will also really appreciate a soft, nicely-scented soap since that's something he can actually use and enjoy.

[dao-means-star]

which cod character do you think would give this to you on a random day?

im a sucker for crafts like these and im curious to see your thoughts about who would gift this :)

[soapchipss]

Mid-drawing I sort of had to look down at my tablet and go: “Yeah, this is an old fucking man.” Anyways! <3

I did God’s work with the womb tattoo. (Hate that name for it)

[majinbangus]

How about some angsty pining with Soap.

You're still very much in love with your previous relationship, not getting any proper closure because due to tragic events, they died.

Soap, who starts out as a friend, has been by your side ever since, helping you grieve and being your rock. Feelings eventually develop, and you claim you're finally ready to move on. Soap wants to be that person you move on with, but at the same time, he can tell you're still very much in love with your dead ex.

And how could he ever hope to compete with a dead man?