#ESPECIALLY PRICE.

[c-h-a-r-n-i-k]

me when im enjoying a BEAUTIFUL, SCRUMPTIOUS—FLAVORSOME, even—piece of art of one of my favorite boys…

and they have ZERO HAIR. no arm fur, no thigh fluff, no chest tufts.

SHAVEN.

..BALD.

give my boys some hair.. 😟

edit: GRAMPS NEEDS HIS DAD BOD TOO. you cannot convince me that man doesn’t have one NOR can you convince me that he isn’t the human equivalent of a bear.

[countrycritter]

Hear me out… Reader who fosters kittens when on leave 🥺

They get home from deployment just on time for their friend in the fostering program to send a pic of a box with “Kittens For Free” on the side of some rickety old backroad. And a text from her:

‘Got some kittens for you to take!! 😭’

So reader goes out there and brings them back to town and gets them evaluated. By the end of the day, Reader has a carrier of four two-week-old calicos.

And then the kitten hell begins. Feeding them every two hours, even at night. Sitting up at one in the morning cradling a mewing kitten that just wants its bottle. Weighing them to make sure they get stronger as expected from their charts. Keeping them warm with a cat plushy that has a battery operated heartbeat and heat pack.

By week two, Reader had dark eye bags but is completely overjoyed with the little kittens who are now able to wobble around after each other.

Their team, the 141, comes over for dinner and to watch the football game. They warn the guys that they have a couple of tiny visitors. They’re confused at the lack of context but brush it off and arrive at Reader’s home. Reader yells for them to quickly close the door and they look down to see four baby calicos skittering around their feet. Meowing and sniffing at these random guys they’ve never seen before.

Reader is laughing and bringing them over to the living room to introduce all the kittens.

By the end of the night, all the kittens have their favorite 141 member picked out.

A darker calico with a loud meow is lying in Price’s lap while quietly kneading and purring on his thigh.

The second calico kitten, with white socked paws, chews on Soap’s finger and attacks his hand whenever he spreads his fingers out.

The third is mostly orange with a few gray and white spots. It sits perched on Gaz’s shoulder while rubbing its soft face against his cheek and chirping quietly.

Finally the fourth kitten, one with a half-black half-orange face, naps in Ghost’s hoodie pocket. It meows every time Ghost moves to get up so he’s forced to stay in the same spot just so this tiny kitten can sleep peacefully.

Reader now has multiple pictures in their camera roll of the guys with the kitties.

The 141 will definitely be coming back before they get adopted just to see the little babies one last time.

[huh-whuh]

hii :33 <3

(click for better quality)

[iifishizzleii]

“you’re just so small :(“ “he doesn’t want to hurt ur tiny body” “his fist is bigger than your womb” “his hand is the size of your entire stomach” “:( small baby no hurt by big man soldier”-

eeughhhaa🤨

brotha eeughhhaa🤢🤢🤢👹👹🤕🤒🤒🤮🤧

[bananabelsplit]

siblings…

[nekrosmos]

Cigars touching 🚬​

[sillyswriting]

STOP PUTTING YOUR SIMON AND PRICE FICS/ONE-SHOTS IN THE JOHNNY OR KYLE TAG!

PLEASE IM BEGGING AT THIS POINT…

edit : not trying to like blame anyone but this is typically the type of thing i’m talking about (it was fully about simon) ((and it’s one among many others))

double edit : same thing goes for the other way around, don’t get me wrong, but like barely anybody write for johnny and kyle

triple edit : ignore this if you post poly or 141 hc that INCLUDES everyone with the reader (same shit for like ghoap or pricegaz)

[hatsbuckets]

Good evening fine people of the blr. Never have I had a single omegaverse thought about the 141 once in my life. (In the 5ish months I've been knowing about them.) Or omegaverse period??? Not once outside of just like reading other people's posts. And now I have… and I kinda wanna post, but I don'---

Omega!Price never having nested before.

This man. This emotionally constipated, duty first, mother fucking man. Has never built a nest. Not once as an adult.

He absolutely repressed his instincts. Not because Omegas are seen as lesser—they’re not. Omegas are important, valuable, powerful. No, he just didn’t let himself. Didn’t have the time. The space. The luxury. Always the leader. Always on alert. Comfort was a thing for after.

And then one night, Omega!Soap finds out.

He’s drunk. Half-curled in Ghost’s lap, legs kicked up on Gaz, talking shit with his mouth full of crisps—and Price, sipping tea like the goddamn Victorian war wife he is, just says it as the conversation goes. Casual.

“Haven’t nested since I was a kid.”

Soap goes still. Blinks.

“You,” he says. Slow. Dangerous. Like a drunk man about to start a bar fight with gravity. “You fuckin’ what?”

Price doesn’t even look up. “Did as a kid. Didn’t see the point, after.”

And Soap sits up. Wrenches himself upright with all the force of a wronged man. (Gaz half prepared to catch him.)

“Ye didnae see the point?! Are ye fuckin’ mad?!”

He scrambles off the couch, finger pointed like a damn executioner. “We—we coulda had a nest! A real one! Soft an’ big an’ warm! Wi’ blankets an’ hoodies an’ shirts that smell like us! We coulda shared it! An’ you—”

He points again, accusatory. “You just decided tae go without?! Like comfort's a bloody weakness or somethin’?”

Price raises a brow. “Soap.”

“No. No.”

He turns in a wobbly little circle and points again, now at everyone.

“And you lot! You’ve all just been lettin’ him live like this?! Nik? Ghost? Gaz?!”

Gaz: “I only found out two seconds ago.”

Ghost: “I’d rather die than talk about his nesting habits."

Nik, the ever utterly unbothered Alpha, shrugs off his jacket and hands it to Soap without a word.

Soap clutches it. Breathes in deep. Nods.

“Good,” he says. “That’s a start.”

And then he storms off toward Price’s room, tripping slightly over his own feet and yelling, “Yer room’s a fuckin’ void, John! Hollow! I’m fixin’ it an’ yer gonna help me! Bring me yer hoodies! Yer old shirts! That daft jumper ye wore in Sarajevo! All of it!”

Price: “You don’t have to—”

“Nope! Won’t hear it!”

He’s already at the door. “You sit on th’ floor, you sit on th' mattress an’ drink tea in a cold barren box like a sad wee soldier ghost! Well guess what? Not on my fuckin’ watch, sir. You’re nesting tonight, whether ye like it or not!”

Price blinks. Ghost is smirking behind his hand. Nik’s already unzipping a second layer. Kyle stands up and stretches like, “Welp, better get the laundry.”

And when Price finally walks into his room ten minutes later...

Soap’s there. Sitting in the middle of a pile of hoodies, jackets, jumpers, and soft things stolen from every member of the team. He’s building it with frantic precision. Muttering under his breath. “Too cold on this side. Needs another jumper. Where’s that shirt—oh there ye are, sweetheart.”

And there’s already a space in the middle.

Left open. Waiting.

Price stares at it for a long moment. Then shrugs off his hoodie. Adds it to the pile.

Just to help.

That’s all.

(And then Soap looks up at him, flushed and stubborn and very clearly drunk, and says, “In ye get, then,” and Price sighs but yeah. He gets in.)

[wisereinn]

i’ve been doing a riptide rewatch with a friend of mine in college whose watching for the first time and,, we just finished ep 53 the other day and decided to pause to watch humble beginnings and so we finished and im just,,, im just thinking about how utterly giddy and childish (/pos) chip acts in it. hes so extremely immature but having a blast and im thinking about how featherbrooke was likely one of the first places he landed after fleeing skullslice. how he went from such a traumatic event, hiding that pain, and instantly turning back into that small kid again aboard the ship full of energy. i cant stop thinking about how its probably the first time he felt happy in ages, able to finally reiterate stories from the black rose once more without being shut down by price or the other gang members. just how absolutely eager he is to talk about them after likely having to be quiet for so long and now having people listen, even if theyre doubting him. after having to hide that part of him for so long, he gets to embrace it to people, especially to jay who knew drey. chip jrwi you make me miserable

[rainyramblesscramble]

day 1 of drawing one of the cod characters until I’m comfortable with trying to find my style

[fangrurin]

Fashion of the Great Houses of Westeros: House Greyjoy of Pyke

[phoenixcatch7]

I get that calling white lotus lbh a sticky little 'sheep' is a canon translation and stuck in the fandom now anyway, but I do feel the intended spirit of the original word wasn't the sheeple/dumb herd animal that's more common in the western world, but instead something actually conveying sweetness, innocence, purity and youth - lamb.

Famous for being utterly adorable and following around their mothers, gambolling in sunny meadows, curly white wool shining.

And NOW we can talk about black sheep/wolf in sheep's clothing metaphors.

[s0fter-sin]

You are so real for your tags on the Nikpriceghost. JFC. Excuse the shriek of chair legs as I pull a seat up at that buffet table. Need me 30k slow burn poly omegaverse of Simon thinking he's just a bit of fun to them, and it's all good because it is bloody fun, innit? But really they're both very fuckin' in love with him, and trying to communicate that in a way it can't be miscommunicated is hard. So hold him while his mind melts out his ears is where they've got to. They're workin' on the words. (Need me* I'm trying, I'm writing, I'm chewing the skirting boards, writing some more.)

i’m shrieking right along with the chair this is t a s t y

simon seeing price and nik and immediately seeing how perfect they are for each other; it’s right there in their scent and how perfectly they meld together- they smell like a dream. they support each other in a way he’s only seen in relationships from movies. they’re even an alpha/omega pair but they’re not held back by traditionalist prejudice. they compliment and complete each other so fully it’s a wonder they’ve let him into their nest all

simon with his traumatised scent, letting everyone who comes near him know just how damaged he is (as if looking at him wouldn’t give it away). simon the alpha who craves an omega’s orders; who longs to submit to an alpha

simon who wishes the sweet words they whisper to him were real

wishes their scenting would extend outside the nest, that they didn’t make him wash them it off afterwards. (they just want to give him aftercare, something he’s never been offered.) that the hickeys and sweet bites left oh so gently would drift that much closer to his mating gland. (he never got the proper schooling, was never taught that marks left near a mating gland were an offer as much as a question.) that they wouldn’t see him as just some pup hauled in from the rain when they press him tight between their chests

(he is their pup and they have taken him in. they just don’t know what they’re doing wrong that he won’t stay.)

imagining the first time simon was brought into their nest was the first time he’s been in any nest and it’s bc he’s so disregulated that he’s having a breakdown; maybe gaz or soap got hurt under his watch and his inner alpha can’t handle having failed them so spectacularly and nothing they say, no platitude or reassurance, can reach him

so price does what any pack leading omega would do

he scruffs simon, waits for his eyelids to droop and knees to go weak, and drags him into his nest; pushing him into the deepest well of it with the highest buildup of safe-sleep-pack-happy scent until simon’s inner alpha calms itself enough that he falls into a stress induced sleep

price watches over him the entire time, vigilant against any threat both internal and external, and it’s in his diligence that he notices how perfectly simon’s scent blends with his and nik’s; notices how happy his omega is at having the alpha in his nest

and how much he wants to keep him there

(simon wakes up disoriented; more than a little worried about nik’s reaction to another alpha in his mate’s nest and is quick to leave the second price lets him. he misses the quiet rumble of contentment nik gives when he smells their combined scent, when he hears how long simon slept and the safety he must’ve felt with price. he misses the conversation about how right it felt and the agreement that he should stay there)

[watusingpaputok]

okay okay i got another edit but this time it's "please please please let me get what i want" by the smiths as my first nikprice brick on xhs (and also because it's in the nikprice playlist that i listen to a lot)

edit: i made a mistake on the how are ya doin part, please pretend it's right 😭

[monkesupreme]

FIGURED since i am promoting literally everywhere else, I might as well make a post on this blog too: opening my routine amount of commission slots for the next two weeks. IF. anyone here is interested, commission post is -> here <- (on my furry blog) and google forms is -> here <-

Examples listed are $55usd (bw/monochrome fullbody) and $70usd (two bw/monochrome halfbodys)

shading is INCLUDED despite the examples not showing it

[longmaxsilvarg]

something about the main menu for life is strange genuinely makes me wanna collapse and sob