#john thoughts

[burdenedwithfaith]

It just amuses me.

[val-iron]

Thinking of the wife. Trapped in the 110° Porta John. Hungover. At least all the spiders boiled away in the heat

[mousedotjpeg]

thinkin' about Price, retired from the military, less muscle and more fat, taking care of his sweet little wife, younger by a few years, and just so, so soft for him.

[thoughtkick]

Just be fucking honest about how you feel about people while you’re alive.

John Mayer

[surqrised]

I’ve always liked quiet people: You never know if they’re dancing in a daydream or if they’re carrying the weight of the world.

John Green, Looking for Alaska

[keplerspacecraftofficial]

electing to believe this is what griddlehark looks like to everyone else

[majinbangus]

Not being used to the princess treatment or being taken care of. You're not one to rely on others, so when you get in a relationship with Soap, you don't realize how independent you are, relying on yourself to do things, not going to him for emotional needs. Sometimes, even taking care of physical ones on your own because you don't want to bother him or seem clingy.

He gets upset, naturally.

You don't let him open doors for you, nor do you let him pull out your chair at the dinner table. If you're sick, you insist on sleeping in the guest bedroom and taking care of yourself until the illness has passed. When you're on your period, he's excited to give you anything you need, but then you don't ask him for ice cream, or chocolate, you don't even ask for cuddles??

Not to forget the times when you didn't wake him up to help take care of you because you didn't want to 'disturb his sleep'. Fuck his sleep, he could've gotten that later, he would've loved to have a sleepy fuck with you. It almost feels like a betrayal that you snuck away to the guest room to get yourself off. If you'd asked, he would've happily taken care of you.

He needs to feel needed. Needs you to need him. Wants you to need him. Has he not shown you that he can provide? That he can take care of you?

But then think about finally giving in, and slowly letting him take care of you. He breaks down your walls, coaxes you into accepting his help, spoils you with affection. Peeling away that hard shell, and revealing that soft underbelly that didn't know how much it wanted and needed to be treated so sweetly.

It's a process, but Soap will get you used to the princess treatment. You don't have to be so strong all the time. He'll give you what you need if you give him the chance.

("I just don't want to be needy."

"Hen, I'd give anything for you to be needy. Let me take care of you.")

[saint-ajax]

when you married ghost , it's automatic that you're married to the rest. that's why they call it one for one. hubby's friend comes over with just you in your robe, nude underneath, and price needs a little taste? no problem captain hubby, lieutenant's consent and yours is given. soap is drunk and needs help with his boner? baby, im here, it's okay. you assure him while simon watch you two proudly. while, kyle, his big respect to the both of you hindrances his needs. simon appreciates that, big time. at the same time, we're family here sergeant. you nod and brush your palm on top kyle's lap to gently assure him as you agree with simon, yes, that's right. let me help you, sweety.

it's just something to love about the concept of your beefy husband casually fucking you whenever he wants, and letting other gigantic men who are very close to him, share you.

[rejectedbytheempty]

actually, ykw? imagine if simon had a civilian s/o and bc he’s constantly away and the partner is there most of the time anyways, he lets them decorate the place.

they make it so cozy with a million lamps with stained glass lampshades and tapestries on the walls and an unexpected number of stuffed animals on the bed.

one time, simon invites tf 141 to his flat and their jaws dropped, bc ofc simon didn’t warn them about the absolute pinterest board that his place was.

in fact, he hadn’t mentioned a partner at all, or to you that his team would be coming over so you’re still in one of simon’s raggedy old t-shirts with a handful of dry cereal halfway to your mouth.

it’s generally a shock for both parties, simon excluded, who seems to settle himself right in, kissing the top of your head, eyes crinkling slightly as he grins, looking rather like a cat showing off the bird he dragged in.

you had some choice words for him later, but for now, you brushed the crumbs off your face and wiped your hands off on your shirt before sticking your hand out to the team to introduce yourself.

surprisingly, it goes rather well. all things considered. the team is charmed by you and your ability to make ghost blush and smile endlessly. and you’re absolutely enamored with the fact that they keep complimenting your decor.

[daimiyamoto]

JOHN BOYEGA

behind the scenes for the Pirelli Calendar 2025

[ink-n-shadow]

currently having thoughts about the 141 having a team dinner at john’s house during one of their breaks, forgetting that he hasn’t really told them that he was married.

so imagine their shock when the door swings open and you’re standing there, apron around your waist and flour sprinkled across your cheeks and clothes. “c’mon in, boys! you can leave your boots at the door by john’s. i’m just finishing up the mash” and just as their brains begin firing and the questions begin forming on their tongues, you’re disappearing down the hall and presumably toward the kitchen, leaving the three of them dumbfounded and toeing off their boots obediently.

kyle’s finally the first one to ask the meek question of “so, how’d ya meet the missus, cap’n?” while all of you are halfway through dinner, plates half full and drinks half empty. none of them miss the giggle you let out or the way one of your eyebrows raises as your hand reaches to pinch at john’s cheek.

“y’ never told ‘em how we met? do they even know how i was your captain first? where else did you learn all you know now, baby?”

[burdenedwithfaith]

Comfort - An In-Character Prose

The gathering is over.

I stride from the church as quickly as I am able.

I do not stop for their calls, I avoid their gaze and I avoid their touch.

I cannot take this.

They will be assured that I am simply unwell. Tired and in need of rest. But the sickness runs deeper than that.

It's within my soul. My heart. My conscience.

I can only imagine what they think.

It's all in my head. Just in my head.

I can't keep up the fight forever. It always comes back eventually.

The guilt, the shame, the regret.

I am tarnished. Unclean. Impure.

Yet I must continue on, for them. Presenting myself as though I am untouched.

Maybe they wouldn't care. Surely there are those among them have have done worst. I've heard their confessions.

Their shame consumes them, as though they're the only one who sins. But they all do. Their horrid secrets, all mundane.

Everyone sins.

But I'm supposed to be above that.

I'm only human. Humans have needs.

And I crave so much.

So much.

My actions harm no-one. Other than perhaps myself.

A self-inflicted punishment in the fulfilment of my desires.

My mind wonders, and my head swims. A thousand thoughts, clouding everything. Until it's all silenced by him.

It's all for him.

He holds me and I feel safe. I feel loved. A love I've not found elsewhere outside that of the Lord.

When others ran away, he ran towards me, giving my life new purpose.

He welcomes me home, seeing the worry on my face as he takes me in. He wipes tears from my eyes that I hadn't even realised I had cried.

He comforts be, hearing my fears and doubts which melt away to nothing as he comforts me.

He sees the layers beneath, my true self, touching my scars in ways that don't make me feel shame.

He lays with me. Again and again, and I drink him in. I need more.

It's the only time the thoughts stop.

Nothing else outside matters. There is only him.

It is our act of worship as the Lord moves between us.

I will return to my duties tomorrow, but tonight I am his.

[writersdrug]

If you smack your boyfriend's ass...

Captain John Price will snap his head up, looking at you with a confused but intrigued expression, rubbing his behind in slight shock. "What's that for, luv?"

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick will throw back his head and laugh, rubbing his ass and smiling at you. "Been workin' out more - is it paying off?" He'll say, looking back at his own ass.

Simon "Ghost" Riley will let out a shocked grunt. "Oi, little wanker-" he'll quickly grab you by the waist before you can scramble away and give you a few sharp pats to your ass.

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish will chuckle mischievously, putting down whatever he'd be doing. "Right, askin' for it now, cheeky-" he'll say, chasing you into to the bedroom.

[calmlyerratic]

a moment for young david thewlis as moony

[thoughtkick]

I’m so proud of you that it makes me proud of me. I hope you know that.

John Green, Will Grayson, Will Grayson

[sedibeditedi]

They/them pronouns but not because of gender but because there’s two guys in there