#soapparentlyhc

Being competitive siblings who aspired to be in the same field, Matt and Katie Holt had several faux-condescending nicknames for one another. Matt was especially fond of Bird Brain when they were growing up, but Katie retaliated by listing all the bird species who were almost as intelligent or actually as intelligent as humans on some level. Matt, annoyed with her perfectionism, settled for calling her by the name of a very specific bird species. One nobody considered all that intelligent. And thus, the name Pigeon Brain was born. This name eventually devolved into the shorter, quicker Pidge. It was what Matt called her and nobody else, and so when she infiltrated the Garrison, it was only natural that she’d think of it as the best fake name to keep her undetected.

He sleeps in late the next morning instead because, for the first time, in months his dreams are about something other than his ex looming over him and bragging about how much happier he is with Lance out of his life. He dreams about getting in a fighter jet, and participating in a race, and bragging to the mullet-headed boy when he takes first place. He doesn’t yet know how these dreams will later morph into him racing Keith in their Lions and him kissing Keith when he wins. He doesn’t know that yet; his dreams are innocent. But they’re about Keith, and not about Lance’s ex, and that’s enough. He sighs contentedly, and doesn’t wake up until Hunk shakes him out of his bunk and screams at him to go to class.

He doesn’t have very much range, or pitch variation, so it almost seems like he’s a monotone singer. But his voice is so clear, and deep, and full of emotion that anyone who ever heard him would be totally enraptured by the emotional stories he weaves when he sings. However, a big part of the point for him is that he’s alone. He treats his showers as a time of meditation. He breathes deep, closes his eyes, lets his body go through the motions of shampoo and conditioner and soap (each one is on a different level of his shower caddy at his old home, so he can reach the right ones easily), and sings. It lets him shut out the world for a bit, and just accept his own emotions through music. It’s therapeutic, and he missed it a lot when he was living in the desert and had a shower so crappy he couldn’t sing cause his teeth were chattering too hard under the cold water.

Writing fics and/or outlining fic ideas can reveal headcanons that you never knew you had. Similarly to hoe writing OC's can show you sides that you never knew your characters possessed. So, I think I'm gonna start a post series titled "So, Apparently" and each post will say in the header which fandom/original work it's for. Anyone and everyone, from fic writers to original writers to people who were inspired by their dreams about their fave characters, can make these posts, too. This way, writers can find each other and share headcanons by searching through the #soapparentlyhc tag.