#joseph price

[whoredmode]

lineups for the sr1 leaders. i’ll do lieutenants/associates/etc separately; for now i just wanted to focus on the people that actually ran things (or at least ran them for a minute).

[shy-attention-whore]

me, whenever someone asks what I like to do for fun

[nenayaquisieras]

Simon has always been confused on why you gift him toys. Sure, most of the gifts you gave him were some of the things he liked. Bourbon, masks, gloves, make up for him to smudge his eyes with, some daggers and knives. Things that we're useful for him, just him. But later, you gifted him a toy airplane. He makes a comment about it, saying he is not a child anymore and you were better off giving it to Johnny instead.

"No, this is specifically for you, take it."

When he gets to him room, he walks toward his trash can, opening it with the tip of his boot. He gives one more look at the toy, his mood souring before throwing it into the trash. He goes on about his day, training, signing paper work, drills. Doing anything to ignore the pain stinging memories that the toy brought back. Emotions that were buried thousands of feet deep it could reach hell itself. Later, he lies awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, avoiding looking at the cylinder shape that's calling for him in his peripheral.

Fuck.

He pulls the covers off vigorously and stomps over to the trash can. He is standing over it like he's trying to intimidate it, as if it was an enemy he's trying to get rid of in battle. To anyone else, the scene would look comical.

He sighs to himself and reaches down to take out the toy he so cruelly threw away. He sets it on his desk and quickly walks toward his bed, facing away from his desk.

The next day, he wakes up feeling different. He swears he sees his room more vibrant, more lively. That energy follows him through out the day, having his other teammates notice his rather bright mood.

You catch him in the hallway. Pulling him aside to ask him about the paper work you left at his desk this morning. Of course, he notices the way you smile brightly, more so than usual. But he notices that you're not looking at him. More like looking at something next to him.

"What's got you so cheery?"

You turn to look up at him, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I just..." You take a quick glance at the spot next to him, before bringing your eyes back upon his.

"I just hope you liked your gift." The same bright smile appearing on your face.

He stares at you, examining your words. Your expression.

You think you see his eyes crinkle a bit.

"Yea,"

"I liked it."

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price as Nicholas Van Ryn //

Dragonwyck (1946) dir. Joseph L. Mankiewitcz

[sevs-corner]

Random HCs I have for the Tf 141: Mafia AU! characters :PP

for future plot points hehe

Ghost is a cat person but only came to love dogs because of Johnny adopting Riley and him ending up raising it for most of the time

On the other hand, Graves hates cats and hates you for taking care of the chonky white cat at the alleyway by the bakery (He also hates that you take care of it more than you do with him, like c'mon he wants to be fed by you too)

All of them are boy failures when they try courting you, and you try your best to reciprocate !! (but sometimes that there's so silly and trip over their own shoelaces that its too cute not to stand and watch sometimes)

Those big scary men being love sick fools

They definitely get slack for it from Nonna and Nonno

The two (Ghost and Graves) have the biggest sweet tooth actually, and then run through the entire stock of treats whenever they stop by but are unable to sit and eat

Ever since you started working regularly, the guys try to stop by as often as they can, which makes Nonno and Nonna happy (becuase they were drifting further away until you came)

Only Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz visit often even before you came but even that became harder to do as time went on

So, Nonno and Nonna likes spoiling you with food because of it (not like you knew the intention behind their actions, you were just happy to eat free food really)

Price and Johnny is the type to just drink coffee in the morning then go about their day, only eating meals once or twice

They aren't the biggest eaters, even though Johnny does more physically laboring tasks

But he's more of a protein shake kinda guy, the type to drink his meal if all of it can be blended (he couldn't be bothered to prep his own meals)

Gaz, on the other hand, needs his meals

So he ends up dragging Ghost along with him in the mornings at the bakery for the breakfast special

Ghost doesn't really care to have anything in the morning 'cause his appetite kicks in (for some reason) late at night, so that's when he eats a lot

Alejandro is a 3-in-1 coffee drinker and Rudy is appalled

Even more so at you as you encourage this behavior by making his sachet 3-in-1s fancy with all the extra foam and drawings on top (he's jealous)

Rudy is a plain black kinda guy, but will try anything you offer or have concocted with (he's just a test dummy for your experiments but he's happy being your dummy either way)

Graves loves lattes, hot or iced- you already know what he's feeling for depending how he strolls into the bakery

If he's a bit downtrodden, he needs a cold pick-me-up, but if he's hyper and needs a bit of a cold down? that hot one would be very much appreciated

He also isn't the type to eat a lot, but will scarf down anything you make (he would never decline any of your offers or experiments)

The one who gives you the best critique to your creations is Gaz, Rudy, and Ghost actually-- straightforward, gut-punched, but points of improvement all the same

Graves and Soap sugar coats too much, Alejandro gives simple praises (not wanting to make you hurt for commenting on your hard work) and Price...

Well, a simple nod and smile is enough to make you happy that he doesn't get the chance to as you prance away in happiness

>Bonus part:

Konig and Horangi loves your savory treats, like those quiches, tarts, pies-- everything, the whole menu!

Just send them a picture of your creation and they're quickly finishing off a guy and bookin' it to the bakery in no time

Konig likes the space (table) you saved for them at the side, a bit secluded but still in view of both entraces

He knows you keep it clean, with their favorite condiments stacked to the side, seats fluffed and cushioned, table clear of any food residue-- every. single. time.

Konig also like your personal favorites of treats as well (makes him feel closer to you somehow)

But draws the line at your weird concoctions of combines drinks he's not quite fond of (like that coffee and soda mix? yeah, he did not want to get palpitations thank you very much)

Horangi is one of the few who ready and willing to try out anything you dish out

Even that special energy drink you tried making for Soap once, and let's just say that he couldn't sleep soundly for a week...

He doesn't regret it though, when he sees your gummy grin and tiny hops that you do when you get excited

Maybe...next time...just lower the dosage for his sanity, please?

Alex and Farah are a duo you don't quite see often but wished you did!

Alex pops by at least once or twice a week to pick up his orders, but more often than not, you're delivering their orders to their HQ

Barely having the chance to eat with them makes you sad (they are too), but when you guys do-- you go on for hours

Gossiping is the main source of Farah's entertainment and why both also avoid doing it with you

Because, one time, they went on for hours that lunch became dinner and that became a sleep over

And they had to catch up on so much work

Yeah, they're both yappers

and they indulge you and your interest so much, that they're mainly the ones getting you the things you like and it being displayed in your room

You like that one movie with cars in it? Boom, you have the same race car as a bed

Roach actually helps around more than anyone in the family

Even though he's handling the back more, you sure as damn well know he makes the best food ever

He's sometimes with the 141 guys or KorTac duo, but either way-- you'd seen him come alone to the bakery a lot

Being his ear and shoulder when he needs it, but vice versa as well

the usual culprit that overstays at your apartment really (which makes the others rage)

Roach is the happiest when he sees you eating his food happily, so don't blame him when you become a lil' plump (you're cute either way and he'll definitely lessen it if you ask him to)

Makarov visits the least but always does the grandest of things (he's extra like that)

Surprisingly, Nikolai is tied to hip with him whenever he comes in (he keeps Makarov in check really)

And they either visit super early in the morning or late into closing that sometimes you come in early or close out late just so you could do something for them

they don't want you forcing yourself like this but they appreciate you very much

Makarov and Nikolai loves spicy food, or food that just gives them a kick in the mouth and they love how you adjust it to their taste the best

They are more of tea and beer drinkers really

Water? The tap is dry and so they are

So you have to force them to drink it in between

And that's the moment they leave and try to escape

Just so you know, you have chased them down the street before in nothing but your flip flops and you still caught up to them (not before accurately hitting them on the head with it)

Kate, Allen, and Ramirez often come in together as well, a quick order-in and a pick up thereafter

They're busy with the reconnaissance work but likes making light banter with you

Some scones, mini brownies, or any quick bite- they'll have it and compliment for your hard work

Allen likes his coffee half and half while Ramirez likes it in shots, he needs his bursts of energy being the 'designated' errand boy of the two after all

Kate on the hand, has a jug of tea (you swear) but often takes two to three cups for herself (which you happened to learn was actually all hers once you asked a confused Allen about it one morning)

And yeah, that it (thought it'd be neat to see what i can come up with for their food and treat preferences hehe) Please check out the chapters and other one-shots here in this masterlist!

[stillinracooncity]

I'm still waiting for new updates because my body doesn't accept only one shots, it needs a complete story full of drama from beginning to end…

[decaf-mother]

Wow, this dude has been through hell. He's suffered so much.

I kinda wanna bang him up against a wall like a whore.

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

Accidentally In Love • Holding Out For A Hero (Frou Frou Version) • Changes • As Lovers Go • Funkytown • I'm On My Way • I Need Some Sleep • Ever Fallen In Love • Little Drop Of Poison • You're So True • People Ain't No Good • Fairy Godmother Song • Livin' La Vida Loca • Holding Out For A Hero (Jennifer Saunders Version)

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[yourfavealbumisgender]

Shrek 2: Motion Picture Soundtrack is Transmasc and AroAllo!

requested by anon

[fyeaheddiemunson]

FINALLY

[juridical-angel-blog]

Special Poster ''Superman Vs Wonder Woman'' - By superman.picture.daily_ !

[the-real-aku]

Note: Before you read this please keep in mind it hasn't been edited and is incomplete and idk if I ever WILL finish it

Now, I present; Sometimes the Dead Still Walk

The holidays were always stressful for Soap, no, John. He was John while around his family.

The stressors he suffered from then were ones it felt like everyone had; what to get people, working off the meals, making it to family gatherings. Now he had to do all of that and remember how to be a normal person. John had to remember to be John, not the 141's Soap MacTavish, not a soldier. Worse, he had to remember not everyone could take 'classified'* as an answer.

But he always looked forward to coming home at least for a few days during this time of the year. This year was only a little different. One of his sisters had adopted her foster son! He hadn't gotten to meet the kid yet, any chances of leaving this year had been squashed until now. A well-deserved rest, Laswell had told all of them.

Parking his car, Johnny quickly marched up to the door and gave it a few rapt knocks. When it opened, the tension left his shoulders enough to ease some of the seemingly permanent achings he felt. It smelled just like he remembered. "Ma!" He yelled as he dropped his bag and wrapped his arms around the older woman.

"So, Joseph, how's settling into ma sister's home goin'? New friends?" When was the last time John had to talk to a child, not in an active war zone?

"S'okay...Can I ask you something?" The teen looked up at him. The lad had just the biggest eyes, right bonnie, and big lashes with how dark they were. They reminded him of Simon

"Ask away, kiddo-"

"Miss Marsha said you were in the military...Are you SAS?" John blinked slowly and opened his mouth before nodding slowly. He wasn't sure where this was going. "Cause my uncle was, or I guess maybe IS still in the SAS and I was wondering if you knew him..." Joseph's eyes glanced away. He was checking to see if anyone was watching or listening, that would be Soap's first move too.

"Maybe, but ye gotta tell me his name first, Joe. Plenty of people in the SAS, doesn't mean I'll know'em."

Joseph gently grabbed John's hand and stood up, giving the older man a small pull to follow. And follow John did, curious to see where this would go.

The boy chatted quietly as they walked down the hall, "I can't just tell you his name because it's like all the old people know his name. They just tell me he's gone and or hiding ‘coz he's a coward. But I know they're wrong, adults just don't listen to me. I hope you're different."

"Lad-"

“Uncle Simon was never a coward. I mean, sometimes he was but only in social situations where he had to talk. Dad wasn't the same, he could talk to anyone and anything. Come on, I have a photo in my suitcase lemme show you!"

Finally, John stumbled into said guest room that held Joseph's suitcase. The young teen quickly rummaged through a few books, old ones to that had faded sticky notes in them (clearly not written by him), before procuring a bent and aged photo. Wide eyes stared up at Soap with careful and hesitant hope as he handed over the folded-over photo. "His name’s Simon Riley... Sargent Riley, I think? I don't remember anymore. Like, his rank, not his name. Look, you’ve probably heard ‘bout my family but…please?"

John felt bile creep up his throat as he unfolded the photo. Even without the years of sleepless nights and pain plaguing the face of the man in the old family photo Soap knew who it was; the cropped, yet still shaggy blonde hair, the biggest bonnie brown eyes, the split in the man’s top lip near the corner, it had to be Ghost. "Aye...I do know him. You...that's-. Excuse me, Joseph. I need to make a few phone calls."

Johnny had nearly run out of the house while dialing the number Price had given him. “Common common common, Captain pick up the damn phone!” it took a few rings before Soap could breathe as he heard Price pick up.

“What’s the emergency, Sargent?”

“Well, it’s not exact-” John didn’t even finish the sentence before Price hang up. So, he did what anyone else would do.

“Soap, stop fuckin’ calling me if this is not an emergency. Five times now, so it better be worth my damn time.”

“Aye, sir, I promise. Just, I need ye to tell me the truth. Off the record, ‘course, did ye know Simon’s wee nephew is still kickin’?”

“What the fuck did you just ask me?”

“Captain, just, listen to me. Mah sister just took in this new kid from the system, he looks just like Ghost. Ignoring tha’, the kid just handed me a family photo that has Ghost in it lookin’ ten some years young and less like he fell into a blender.”....

END

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And then the clown stopped writing because they lost motivation. I still like the concept I just don't know how to execute it well.

[neillisto]

øctober 11, Friday. I thought it would be funny to put Tyler and Josh into the LIS universe so here we go.

[artist-issues]

break the cycle. it's been "Why do I feel this way? -> is it ever going to get better? -> Wow, I'm messed up -> I'm insecure about that -> But I'll share my mess with others because the insecurity doesn't control me -> they like it & feel it too -> but if they like it because we're all messed up, then aren't I just secure in my mess? Am I afraid to get cleaned up because then they won't connect with me anymore? -> so then my insecurities do control me -> Why do I feel this way? -> is it ever going to get better? -> Wow, I'm messed up -> I'm insecure about that ->" for as long as I can remember.

Let Him break into the cycle and give you a security in Him, not in your mess. An identity in Him, not in your issues. He's got to take your hand and lead you up, step by step, growing and healing away from that cycle. The cycle shouldn't be who you are. Your support shouldn't be your support just because they have the same mess in common. You shouldn't be worried that by getting a wound healed and moving on, you're giving up your Wounded Support Group.

break the cycle by surrendering to God, who is outside of the cycle and can and does make you a new creation.

what would it be like if you stop looking so much at how you feel, and how you think, and how you are, and start talking about something other than your own psyche? Other than what your psyche has in common with others' psyches? You're so profound when you talk about your thoughts and the people who have the same kinds of thoughts as you. What would it be like if you started looking at something outside of yourself and talking about that?

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price, Joseph Schildkraut, and Boris Karloff circa 1943.

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Joseph-Désiré Court (French, 1797-1865) Achilles gives Nestor the price of wisdom to the Olympics, 1820 Musée des Beaux-Arts de Rouen