#price is a dilf

[ivrxquack]

Cod x reader fishing head cannons

(Also some frog molments)

Konig

Super excited

when he gets a catch please take a picture and praise him he’ll be giddy all week

would probably cry if y’all release the fish

likes to watch the frog eggs…exist

Horangi

boujee

complains about water getting in his boots

is pretty proud of his catch tho

gets fed up when a frog jumps on him

Price

Is a pro

Catches the biggest fishes

“playfully”throws the fish in your face while it’s flapping everywhere

wants to cook some frog legs

Ghost

Also kind of a pro

ready to cook the fish as soon as he pulls it up

gets a little quirky when you praise him

catches a huge screaming bull frog

Soap

No

throws the fish on you when he brings it out the water

will fling the frog across the forest if you give it to him

Will eventually chill once you two exit the boat and go home

Krueger

*insert Kevin gates roar*the wild side comes out

swims in the lake grabbing fish with his mouth

Chases around frogs

Eats the worms and frog eggs (he lacks social skills cause he’s been in my basement for so long)

Gaz

he’s all over the place like please sit down and stop rocking the boat

shakes in happiness when he pulls up a fish

Picks up frog eggs and just pokes them gently

Gets a little creeped out by the frogs but it’s all good

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price guest stars on The Muppet Show (1977)

[decafdoodlez]

Flirting vs harassment (literally) 👁️👁️

Which Ren do you prefer? 🦊🧡

[tojisun]

hey what if golf dilf price met you at the club itself.

you're there as a bev cart girl and his friends were all like, "ah yes, the drinks here aren't really that good but there's that one sweet darling that makes them all so special which is why we keep buying them."

and john isn't like that. yeah he's old and divorced, and he's loaded as hell because he's got conglomerates and empires, but he's never been interested with women like that, especially those decades younger than him.

but then you came with your little cart and then john saw you in your pink and white cart uniform, and he realized he's just as bad as his friends.

so sure, whatever, give them six whiteclaws but—can you stay just a tad longer, sweetheart? can you give us a twirl? want to learn how to play?

[lokidbadguy]

STALKER CODED!

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[keresnotceres]

TF 141: Realizing They Love You HCs

[sfw] cw: none :)

Ghost was unable to tell that he was absolutely enamored with you until Soap pointed it out to him. As soon as his period of denial is over, (in which he basically ignored you, no matter the circumstances), he finally begins to pay attention to you again. Almost too much attention, however.

He watches your every move. In training he points out every flaw you make; whether it be in your stance or your pace. He thinks he’s being helpful — you think he’s being an ass. Soap has to restrain himself from ‘accidentally’ letting it slip that you

You’re on his mind at least half the time, always praising you to himself. How well you did in training, how much you improved, how nice your hair looked in a certain style.

Gaz figured it out after you made some sort of joke along the lines of ‘I guess you’re just in love with me’ á la Mean Girls. He scoffed at it at first, bordering in a laugh, but the smirk on his face almost fell immediately because god dammit you were right.

He genuinely tries to make more time for you despite the military schedule you guys are kept on. He invites you to go out drinking with him some night, others he’s too nervous to even look you in the eyes.

He keeps his feelings close to his chest, he thinks it would be the death of him if the others found out. He’s not being very secretive when all he does half the time is stare at you adoringly.

Soap knew from the getgo. He’s had his fair share of girls in the past; he knows how this works. But damn him if his heart doesn’t ache twice as hard when you mention past relationships or current dates.

Accidentally told Ghost that he’s head over heels for you and Ghost has not let him rest. Absolutely relentless. Sparring? You and Soap get paired together. Sitting on the helo during a mission? You and Soap are squished next to each other. It’s hard to tell if Soap is also doing it.

Nearly every thought running through his mind is about you. Your eyes are so pretty, your hair is so cool, you look so good in the military uniform, you look so good in your civvy clothes. If anyone is reading his mind they’re probably only going to find you and incoherent Scottish phrases.

Price was able to realize he was in love with you, but was more guilty than the others. You’re younger than him by a good chunk, somewhere in Soap and Gaz’s age range, and he’s your boss. Power imbalance out the wazoo.

Despite the guilt, he treats you with almost more respect than he does Ghost. Always trying to give you praise even where you don’t really deserve it. Trying to reinforce that, even though you’re not at the same level as the rest of the 141 is, you’re still pretty damn good.

He likes talking to you outside of work-related topics and remembers nearly everything you tell him. Your favorite flower? He’s memorized that shit. You wanted to go to University? What did you want to major in? What’s the one band you were talking to Gaz about after the debriefing? He’s very interested.

[bizarrelittlemew]

wishing everyone a very "your greying hair is sexy"

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price being interviewed on the set of The Masque of the Red Death (1964)

I love this man.

[yeyinde]

can't get Best Friend's dad Price outta my head and now i'm making it your problem lmao

There's something painfully nostalgic about loving a man you're not supposed to want. A man who cannot, should not, want you back. An unrequited love in a foreign land. Unconsummated in the summer's heart. Sticky, bittersweet heartbreak.

A tale a you tell your friends over drinks, heartbroken and disgusted by the thought of it all, by what it never was. Never could be.

Or, that's what it's supposed to be, isn't it?

But they are not John Price. And the biggest difference is that he kissed you back.

[auspicioustidings]

Someone pls either write or direct me to a 'you wake up in Vegas having married stranger John Price who was totally sober and just agreed with your drunken proposal and now he's fully treating you like his wife and is talking about raising your children in England because it's safer there and referring to you as the missus whenever possible' thank you in advance

[tojisun]

(pickup) trucker price is alive in my head again!!

thinking about the way he’ll lean over to buckle the seatbelt for you :(

like he’d purposefully brush against you too so you get a whiff of his scent. he smells like oil and rubber and earth, but also his aftershave, and it’s overwhelming that it makes you clench your legs together.

his eyes catch the movement and he bites back a grin because—god, love, ain’t you too easy to read?

you make small talk to fill in the silence; sure the radio’s on, but it’s dialled down so much that the rumble of the truck’s engine engulfs the sounds. you ask him about his day and his work, making amiable talk like it’d do anything to hide your blatant crush.

it doesn’t.

(you thought it was just going to be something fleeting—you met him in your first year, when you moved into your college dorm and met your roommate turned-into-your-now-best friend.

price was there to help her move in, lugging around her bags and bins while giving you a little polite smile, until it melted into something more genuine at the end of the day because, somehow, you managed to charm both price’s.

years have crawled by since then, and that crush just intensified into something bigger. into something more troublesome.

it can’t help that mr. price just keeps getting more ruggedly handsome as he ages.

but things are getting more muddled because of him too—his once ignorance of your crush is now replaced with longer looks, teasing voice, and more intimate smiles. he looks at you like he knows.

he looks at you like he wants you too—)

[natelia-aldelliz]

Soap & Gaz : =(

Ghost : What's going on with you two?

Gaz : Old people flirting =( it's like my divorced dad flirting with his new girlfriend in front of me all over again

Ghost : What happened?

Gaz : Well he and my mom got a divorce, which was for the best honestly, and then he got himself a girlfriend that was closer in age to me than him and -

Ghost : I don't give a shit about your parents Garrick, what happened right now.

Gaz : Oh =(

Soap : Nikolai was teaching us insults in russian, and Price told him he had a dirty mouth and Nik just smiled at him, y'know, like a smirk, and Price smiled back, ewwww

Ghost : Wait, you think Price flirting with his... friend is gross because they're old? You do know I'm not that much younger than Price, right?

Soap : Yeah, but you're not flirting with anyone, so it's okay =)

Ghost :

Gaz :

Soap : =) ?

Gaz : I can't believe you just said that. With your full chest too...

[snvffsoda]

some random/silly headcanons for Mason!!

almost every cloth, leather, and blanket, is handmade from pelt from the animals he’s hunted, ranging from bear hide to elk, to any other varmint or critter that he can skin to keep him warm, he favors this more hands-on approach when it comes to having things if it wasn't crafted from his hands in his cabin, its probably not his.

being raised in a religious cult in the mountains far from civilization, was always a bit hard for Mason growing up, even as a teenager he was always a bit enamored with outsiders, the way they walk, and talk, he used to dream of leaving the cult behind and meeting people outside the grassy confines of the mountains, but as he got older he quickly realized that kind of life simply wasn’t for him, the hustle and bustle of the cities were never his style, he now much preferred his quiet mountain far from prying eyes, and loud cars and people.

learned his hunting skills from his mother who died when he was a young man, the coat he wears is one of the last gifts from his passing mother, his father was never around much, being too focused on the cult's needs being a higher figure in the cult than that of his own son. thinking about those memories now, only left a bad taste in Mason's mouth.

his sadistic traits grew as he got older, the more he was revered for his hunting skills by his peers in the cult the more it bolstered his ego he could kill so easily, he knew the animals he hunted like the back of his hand but after some time it all became..a bit stale. the thrill of the hunt, catching his prey, it started to only dull as he kept using his skills on these animals, he needed something fresh, something new to study and hunt, and eventually plunge his knife into. His girlfriend Sandy, was the perfect first candidate,

While he may seem cold and cruel to anybody unfortunate enough to be at the end of his crossbow outside of his hunts Mason is pretty joyful and polite, he loves what he does, and he isn't ashamed of what he does either, and if he likes you, you can sometimes catch him humming a soft tune to himself while he chops wood for fire or tell you a hunting story of his, late night by a warm fire, huddled up against him.

Mason doesn't view what he does as murder or kidnapping, he views it in the same way a wolf will eat a rabbit, he caught you, and now youre his. Whether that be he uses you for his own personal pleasure or to make trinkets from your bones he gets his fun in either way, even if youre begging and pleading for your life the whole way through.

he doesn't understand much about the internet, the most he's ever used it was on his damn near prehistoric laptop he uses to google the occasional questions regarding hunting he doesn't know much about social media, and the like, but he finds it all too confusing to even wrap his head around to even try to understand.

whenever he is sad or angry (in the rare cases he is) he’ll calm himself by going on hikes across the mountains, he's made his own trails not far off from his home, and some days he’ll stand up gruffly announce to the room to anyone listening “Goin’ for a walk..I’ll be back.” and won't return until hours later, it helps him clear his mind. Being a part of the natrue that surrounds him always calmed his head.

late at night when all is silent in the mountains, Mason can sometimes hear the sounds of whispers, indiscernible..they call to him..to a river, he can barely understand the voice or who or what causes it, but he tries to pay it no mind, even if it will leave a cold sweat beading down his head, while he tries to sleep, he was never one for superstition, like the cult that raised him was.

he smells like pine and dried oak, a very natural earthy smell with an underlying hint of his raw musk from his outdoor activities

prefers salty, savory food over sweet, but has a sweet spot for homemade cookies he’ll make for himslef when he craves it, usually after a good hunt to treat himslef after an eventful day.

Mason has an acoustic gutiar he keeps hanging up in his cabin by his window, he handcrafted it himself when he was still a teenager during his time in the cult, sometimes he and Sandy would sneak out at night from their homes while their parents slept and he’d sing Sandy songs, under the stars of a dying fire.