#Captain? CALL. ME. GOD

[hyperionshipping]

Hey what episode are you watching haha............... asking for a friend............

The previous episode I was having gay feelings on was S1 EP 4 of Torchwood, titled "Cyberwoman"

The Captain in it had some.... Moments! Boy did he have some moments anon

[cryptid-cave]

Currently thinking about a reader who, while having a full-time job and playing the part of a “real adult” pretty well for the most part, is still kind of lost and pathetic. It feels less like they’re living and more like they’re surviving, getting by on their own with just a cat for company.

Enter John Price, who’s currently on medical leave and just itching for a project. Maybe reader works at a store near his home that he shops at almost every other day, or works at the library where he goes when he needs to get out of the house. Either way, he spots this pretty little thing who clearly needs some love and guidance, preferably from a strong, gentle hand - and who better to do that than him?

Anyways, save me bossy and demanding Price with a savior complex, save me

[nekrosmos]

I love playing as Price and getting finishes. Old man chooses violence <3

[sky-is-the-limit]

"Anything you want." Sir, I made a puddle, and I'm swimming in it. I had to take a step outside and let the cold air hit my face before my uterus burns through my body. Thanks.

[mehh141]

Barry Sloane being adorable (mostly just smiling and laughing) on Dan Allen’s interviews 

2021/2022 

[graynide]

What's it like?

Y'know... Being brain roomies with someone else?

i'll always love the idea that Krupp and Captain Underpants are Separate People. to those fans who drew or wrote about this concept-

I LOVE YOU

[watmalik]

what the fuck is this

[ohworm-writes]

Just thinking about veteran and or retired neighbor Price right now *sighs dreamily while twirling my hair*

Like, okay - imagine having a house next door to Price situated in a small, cozy village up somewhere in Northern England, surrounded by nothing but green, grassy plains and dense forests with a stream that runs through the small village. I see him living somewhere cozy... quiet. Away from the loud, noisy environments that he'd been so used to, finding somewhere calm to settle down.

I see him having a pet. Maybe a lazy dog or a farm cat, something that'll follow him around and take a nap with him after a long day, either laid across his body or beside him. But, at the same time, maybe he'd like a pet that has a bit of energy - you can take a man out of the military, but you can't take the military out of a man. He still has so many traits and habits he's picked up from the military, and if you know anything about older, retired men, it's that they always need something to do and busy themselves with.

RANDOM THOUGHT but I feel like he wouldn't retire unless Laswell grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and forced him out of the military, likely for his own good. If it were up to him, he'd stay in the fight until he died, so I'd think that him getting close to it was what pushed for the decision to be made for him to retire - maybe he was injured to an extent that it wouldn't be smart for him to keep going or something of the like - I could totally see him with an amputation of sorts (like, twinning with Alex lol).

I think he'd like to keep to himself for as much as he could. I don't see him as one of those super friendly, "oh, let me help you with that" type of neighbors unless the situation is right, or, rather, unless he's called upon for help. Like, he's grumpy and stoic, but only until somebody comes to him asking "hey, sorry to bother, but can you help me with something" and he'd soften up - begrudgingly, it seems, but, really, he's happy to offer some assistance. It makes him feel useful.

God, imagine moving in next door to him and struggling to unload your car of all the boxes and things that are haphazardly packed inside of it, and him walking out of his house, seeing the way that you're struggling, and letting out a heavy sigh - just like "welp, suppose I know how I'm spendin' my mornin' now" and coming over to offer his assistance, a little awkward at first, but that quickly melts away as he settles into comfortable conversation with you.

*slamming fist against the table repetitively* BRINGING HIM FOOD OR TREATS AS A MEANS OF THANKING HIM FOR HIS HELP! A little reusable container held between your hands, to your chest, walking over to his place and knocking on the door, outstretching it towards him and being like "thank you - for your help... I wanted to show my appreciation, you know? so, I made you this" and giving the container to him.

AND WHO IS HE TO SAY NO??? (He tries, believe me, but that sweet, eager look on your face, wordlessly begging for him to take it... he can't deny you). AND HIM RETURNING TO YOUR PLACE A FEW DAYS LATER WITH THE CONTAINER IN HAND, BEING ALL GREATFUL AND STUFF. God, someone let him be real, pleaseee.

Becoming comfortable neighbors with him, spending rainy afternoons over at his house, or, in contrast, him at yours, sat on the front porch with a cup of tea or coffee or hot chocolate in hand, gossiping about some of the neighbors that live within the houses along the street, the both of you sharing your own life stories here and there, him divulging about his time in the military without shame.

Okay, I know a lot of people like to think that he wouldn't ever share or talk about it, but I can't see that. It's not like he's ashamed of his time - he's proud of the work he did, if anything, and it's all behind him now, so why should he be shy to share about the things he did? Of course, I don't think he'd go into gruesome detail about it or share about everything he's seen, but he'd totally be like "yeah, I've been all over the world - did a few OPs in X, Y and Z countries, took down terrorists, et cetera" and answer any questions with pride.

Him totally being The Man™ who you can go to if you need help with anything. Need help with a leaky sink? Give him a few minutes and he'll be over with a toolbox. Want to do an oil change on your car but have no clue where to start? Don't worry, he's got an oil pan, jack and a few rags around somewhere, he's sure - he'll be over in a few. Want some simple, good ol' company? He's outside the door already.

He'd be more than happy to give you a tour of the village if you ask, pointing out which neighbors to trust and which to be wary of, telling you about his favorite pub that's posed all the way on the far side of the town, but he promises you that the food, drinks and atmosphere are like nothing else. Walking with you down the stone pathways, footsteps clacking against them, taking in the sights with you and answering every question you may have, or, simply settling into a comfortable silence with you. At peace. Comfortable.

I'm so *laying on my bed on my stomach and kicking my feet slowly in the air behind me* I need him.

[gauloiseblue]

I don't care if you don't want me / I'm yours right now

(Price × Reader)

[+18 | Warning: dub-con, drug use (sex pollen), light choking, and a dash of breeding kink]

There he goes again, ricochets between virtue and desire.

"You're too good for me."

"Don't get me wrong, love. You're beautiful."

"But I'm just an old man, I'll bore you to death."

"As if I care." You retorted, "You know me, John. Don't make this difficult for us."

"It's for your own good, (Name)." He smiled, "Someday you'll understand."

You grit your teeth, as you sense his mind is lost in the sea of uncertainty.

It's not a secret that the two of you want each other, just as the skin closing itself over the cut. But his selfishness keeps tearing it apart, leaving a gaping wound between you and him.

You wouldn't care if he didn't love you, but deep in his heart, he did. He still does. And that drives you mad, because there's no reason for him to push you away. Yes, you might come from a different background, but you share the same view as him.

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?" You tilted your head, "You said that the government didn't care about trivial things." You leaned forward, as you spoke in a lower tone, "Unless you've already suspected their involvement in this."

He chuckled at you, as he rubbed the nape of his neck. "You know me too well, (Name). It scares me sometimes."

Still, it wasn't enough, as if reading each other's minds isn't something intimate. Something that could only be achieved at the expense of vulnerability. You knew he had read your thoughts, and he knew you've peered into his heart, but he stood there, unmoving, while you begged him to come closer.

You wished you could reach out to him, stretching your hands toward him, but your arms were tied, and your feet planted to the ground. You were bound by the principles, and your inability to hold him pushed you to the point of frustration.

Perhaps it's just a game of play pretend, or maybe it's true that you're not good enough for him. Not smart enough, not pretty enough, and not meek enough. But you weren't born to be a lamb—a creature so sweet, and lovesome. A pretty thing that could put a smile on his face, and a poison in your heart.

When he looked at the other women, your chest would tightened, as bitter tears stung your eyes. It blinded you, as you walked away from the place. Not knowing that his gaze would linger on the door for a while.

This ugly side of you would grow, consuming the trust that you've built for him. You no longer found the use of moral restraint, since it didn't help you get what you wanted.

By the time you saw the unattended vial on the table, it was already too late.

You were never a saint, but you wouldn't be tempted by the devil either. Until Price came to you. Just like John the Baptist, his fate was sealed the moment he refused your kiss. You never wished to be Herod's daughter, but he left you with no choice.

If he wouldn't give you the answer, you'd just have to take it by yourself.

When he downed the whole glass of water you gave him, you simply waited. You waited, until his breath turned heavy, and his stare burned a hole in you.

"What'd you put in the drink?" He hissed.

"Nothing." You replied, "Just a truth serum."

"A truth serum?" He snarled, as he stood up and grabbed you by the collar, "Let me ask you once again. What did you put in my drink?"

"It's called a truth serum," You argued while you glared at him, "Because it'll tell me exactly how you feel about me."

"You foolish girl—"

You didn't have the chance to spat, as he shoved you to the nearest surface. The papers on the table flung down when he pushes everything away, before pressing you down with a kiss.

It's rough and stifling, as he leaves you with no room for breathing. You struggle to hold him off with your hands, trying to slow him down. But your attempt causes him to grunt, before he yanks them away from his chest.

"You wanted this, didn't you?" He growled into your ear, "You want me to ravage you like an animal, don't you? Is that what you really want?"

He wraps his fingers around your throat, rendering your speech into gibberish mess.

"You were wrong about me, sweetheart." He retorted, as he pressed his hip against your clothed core, "I might admire strong women in the field, but if I were a husband, I want my wife to be at home, taking care of our children." He dragged his grip up, and your mouth snapped open as you shouted in pain. "And if you were to be my wife, I'd knock you up every night. Because that's the only way to keep a woman like you by my side."

He chuckles when he feels you shudder under him. He lets go of your jaw, before slipping his hand beneath your pants. Your eyes widen, as he slips his finger between your folds.

"You're wet already?" He mocked, as he rubbed circles on your clit, "I barely even touched you."

"John—" You gasped when he put a pressure against the little bud, "Wait—"

It wasn't your intention to back down, moreover getting a cold feet, but his grasp on your hands tightened, to the point that you thought your bones would snap. You cry out, as you fail to tell him the other choice for the second time.

Though you failed to do it verbally, he soon found it out when a small flacon fell from your pocket.

He brings it up as he inspects the liquid inside, before he murmurs, "It's the antidote, isn't it?" He doesn't need to see how your face changes to confirm his suspicion, "I knew you'd bring one along, you're such a thoughtful girl."

You watch him in shock when he pulls the lid off with his teeth, before pouring out the content to the floor.

"But we won't need it anymore," He sneered as he tossed the bottle aside, "Since I'm not stopping any time soon."

[gilliontidestriderchampionoftheu]

WE'LL SAVE EVERYONE. INCLUDING YOU

[yyece]

i need jesus

[princyvish]

Fellas, is it gay to reminisce over the guy who saved you two years ago?

(song that inspired this under cut)

[theoakleafpancake]

I would like to say that I will NOT be taking any Eurylochus slander

[franabz]

★Girldad!Price x Fem!reader headcanons

Girldad!Price that was absolutely ecstatic when he found out the missus was having a baby girl, and even almost cried a few times during the ultrasound appointments he begged to go to with you. Even more so when he found out it was a girl.

Girldad!Price that was obsessed with your baby bump, always finding excuses to feel his baby girl kicking beneath his large hand splayed over your belly or to lay his head on your bump, quietly cooing about how happy he was to be the father of your baby. "She's gonna be just as amazing s'you, luvie."

Girldad!Price that insisted on going baby shopping with you, holding onto your arm as his eyes roamed across the racks of baby girl clothes. He isn't very big on fashion, but he does his best. He definitely plucked a "Daddy's girl" shirt from a rack and tossed it into the basket without saying a word, knowing damn well he was proud of himself for it, though he would never say it out loud.

Girldad!Price that never lets you overwork yourself. How could you be working around the house while carrying his baby? Outrageous. You're hungry? He's already in the kitchen whipping up your pregnancy cravings. The house needs some tidying? He's two steps ahead of you, wiping down the kitchen counters and sweeping the floor. He's always been good at cleaning, anyways.

Girldad!Price that despite his years of military experience, was freaking out when you went into labor. Suddenly all of his training was out then window when he got that call from work, hearing the urgency in your voice when you said your water broke. Now he's completely dropped everything to absolutely book it home while on the phone with you at the same time, trying his best to comfort you while he was panicking himself.

Girldad!Price that by some stroke of luck, managed to snatch up both you and the hospital bag, practically slamming on the gas while your pained groans and string of swears practically passed in one ear and out the other. He was about to be a dad... Oh boy, someone get him an Asprin.

Girldad!Price that was stone cold frozen when he saw his daughter for the first time, scared that he would break her tiny fragile body if he held her, but also too scared to look away. The second the nurses offered him to hold her, the man absolutely broke down in tears, full on ugly sobbing and blubbering incoherent words as he held his baby for the first time, her tiny hand wrapped around his large finger. You knew from this point on that he would do anything for that girl.

Girldad!Price, as if he wasn't at your hip enough, was practically strapped to your side whenever you had the baby with you. The second you were discharged from the hospital he insisted on being the one to hold her while you got the rest you deserved, "You go rest up, luvie. Daddy's got'er." He'd say often as he scooped the little bundle of joy from your arms, cradling her against his chest and walking away. You knew better than to argue with him, especially with his little girl.

Girldad!Price that heard knocking on the front door, only to be greeted by the rest of 141, all eager to see the baby. Gaz was the most concerned, asking if you have been eating and taking care of yourself since you had her. Soap was playing with her, stirring up a playful game of peek-a-boo or doing anything to get a giggle out of the sweet baby girl. Ghost, ever the distant man, decided to observe from a distance, though after much persuasion from everyone else finally held the baby against his strong chest. You could practically see the tension relieving in his shoulders as he stared at her, expressing wordless adoration. "Y'did good, dove." Ghost muttered almost inaudibly, earning a small fond chuckle out of you.

Girldad!Price that made it everybody's business about his sweet baby girl. You're in the barracks playing darts with other soldiers? He's showing you baby pictures and doting on about how cute and sweet she is. You're in the mess hall just trying to get through the day while tearing open an MRE? He sits down beside you and talks all about how much his life has changed after the missus gave birth to his baby girl. Even the new recruits noticed a change in the usually cold and straight-forward Captain.

Girldad!Price that practically saw stars when his baby girl said her first words, not to mention her first steps. You can only imagine the look on the man's face while he was watching a good ol' game of football on the TV and you were in the kitchen whipping up dinner when he heard a small babbled "M-Mummaa!-" out of the bunny. Sure, he was a little disappointed it wasn't a "Papa", but nonetheless he was smitten even more, if that was even possible.

Girldad!Price that gave the little lady a whole fighting lesson before she started her first day of kindergarten. "Aim for the back o' tha knees, bunny.", "Anyone bothers you n' you come t'me, got it?" It earned a few cheeky comments and scoffs from you, though he insisted it was necessary. Nobody would be messing with his baby girl under his watch.

Girldad!Price that will hang up any drawing his little girl makes as if it was the best work of art he'd ever seen. He's watch and nod in awe as she totted up to him with a piece of paper and three drawings of egg-shaped people, claiming it was him, you, and her. She made sure to make daddy's beard very prominent (by that she drew scribbles across his potato face with a brown crayon)

Girldad!Price that got the annual "Daddy Daughter Dance" flyer from the little one after he picked her up from school, already silently planning the whole night together with her. Already planning the suit he's going to wear and taking her shopping to pick out whatever dress she want, also having the missus do her hair all nice and pretty to make her feel like the princess she is.

Girldad!Price that is rolling up to the Daddy Daughter Dance with the little bunny, opening the door for her as she hopped out of the back seat and glaring at anybody that does as much as glance at his princess the wrong way. He's holding her hand the whole way there, standing tall and causing others to look away as soon as his glares meets their field of view. To outsiders, an intimidating and hardened military veteran that could snap them in half without breaking a sweat; But to his baby girl? A giant teddy bear that gives the best hugs and treats her like the princess she is.

[livinginthesky]

It has happened again.

a filthy, deprived simp. A sinner. Have ben ensnared, enraptured by llllust.

These beautiful (and unattainable) men have gripped my very soul, and I cannot free myself from their grasp.

And I don't want to.

This is my home now.

(Pictures are from Pinterest. I didn't really bother searching any further and that is laziness on my part. Apologies. I just saw them, foamed at the mouth, squealed and then saved.)

[totally-not-fandom]

Been thinking a lot about a Modern Warfare merperson AU but not the, like, ocean dwelling "Konig is an octopus and Ghost is an orca" type. I want to see these fuckers as fresh water fish, specifically fish you would find in your local pet store.

(A lot of the language I use is gonna be as if they are just regular fish but idk how to put it any other way)

I have a lot of ideas for Ghost as a pleco. I think he used to live at a fish breeding facility and was stuck in a tank with a lot of other aggressive pleco mermen (such as his dad) so his fins are severally torn up and he has a lot of scars on his human half because they would all fight for the limited food the facility workers gave them. Then, when the breeding facility was shut down, I think he was shipped to one of those chain pet stores *cough* petsmart *cough* that don't really take care of their animals properly *cough* petco *cough* where he was kind of just put in the tank that needed the most algae clean up. Unfortunately for him, one of the fish in the tank with him was a particularly mean Cichlid!merman (Roba) who just about killed him. All the employees thought he was dead but when they went to take him out of the tank he used it as an opportunity to escape. Before he got to out of the store though, one of the employees caught him and decided to bring him to their tank at home. Keep in mind, Simon would have been fucking HUGE by now. Well, at least by pleco standards. Anyway, at the end of the day, he gets plopped into a new tank with a particularly gruff, older goldfish!merman that he soon learns goes by the name Price.

I don't love the way this sound rn but I truly don't have a better way to describe any of this so please give me ideas. I'll probably write more about Price and add in Soap and Gaz so stay tuned!