Ahh I love the food thing that you got asked <3 food can have such a special place in our lives it's so precious
Ya think Hound develop concerning eating habits due to Makarov? Due to the whole stressful situation
I just want someone in the 141 to cook him a meal, filled with love and care, maybe Hound is in the kitchen watching them cook it for his own security.
I just want him to have a nice meal 😔
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I do feel like Hound would have some food hoarding habits or just distrust about eating something he didn't make himself. It wouldn't be the first time he'd gotten drugged through food...
But the 141 making food communally would be a fun idea lol so here's a quick brain fart :D :
You feel out of place. Well, you're always out of place, but you feel especially out of place sitting at the table while Soap and and Gaz busy themselves by the stove, Price humming to himself to the side as he gets the mugs to make tea. Ghost sits next to you grumbling under his breath, both of you in 'time-out' — you hadn't done anything (save for not being trusted around anything sharp), it's Ghost that had gone and microwaved beans in the can. Now Johnny swears up and down the microwave is possessed.
Your eyes flicker between Soap and Gaz, watching them cook you don't even know what. The only British 'cuisine' you know of is the cremated steaks Price would sometimes make you before. . . that. But nothing the two are making smells nearly as bad as the charred hockey pucks Price would feed you and Simon.
"Hey!" Your brought out of your thoughts in time to see Kyle swat away Price's hand with his spatula. "Don't you dare cap! I'm not about to get rained on because of your bad cooking." You hadn't considered Gaz could take charge, too soft in your eyes, but you're surprised by how tight of a ship he runs when he's by the stove.
"Alright, alright." Price huffs while Ghost lets out an amused huff. He's not quite laughing, but you can see the subtle tremor of his shoulders in silent laughter.
That gets Soap to point a spoon in Ghost's direction. "Oh yer one te fockin' giggle. Mr. 'ah cursed the damn microwave with me beans'."
"Sod off." Simon grunts, but there's no edge to his words. Soap tuts, but soon enough starts off rambling about something you're not quite able to follow along to when your eyes once again focus on where their arms are, how they move, paying especially close attention any time they rest them by their sides (even though realistically you doubt they'd try to drug the same food they'd eat).
You still tense when you feel Price's hand on your back, only now noticing that you'd started hunching your back, your shoulders raised closer to your ears. "You're alright, straighten your spine, sweetheart." His voice is calm, his hand warm as he applies gentle pressure on your back until you straighten back out. "There you go, good man." He rumbles, hand going up to ruffle your hair before he pulls away before his touch can turn into stinging pain to your skin.
You blink as a plate full of food is placed in front of you. The food smells good and doesn't look like it had been cremated, made with care you don't deserve. "I. . ." You don't know why but your throat feels clogged, like someone had poured hot tar into your mouth and forced you to swallow, the collar around your throat constricting your breathing even more.
Simon's shoulder bumps into yours, "If you don't eat that I will." The childish threat makes you breathe out a small laugh.
"Aye, the bastard's like Henry the hoover, he'll eat anything." Soap supplies as he sits down opposite of you with his own plate. Though you get the impression he's talking about himself when he stabs a sausage with a fork and almost inhales the entire thing.
"Mhm," You grunt, taking the fork. "I don't doubt it." You stab a piece of black pudding. It tastes earthy, but the small coppery tang of blood sizzles down your nerves, but fuck it tastes good.
"Look at that, is it good?" Kyle chuckles as he watches your facial features shift as you swallow the food, his own face that of pride like he already knows your answer, but you nod your head all the same.
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If the Grinch is a What and not a Who, then why doesn’t he go to Whatville? Because he seems to hate all Who’s with a passion and all the Who’s have basically the same personality so it’s only logical to assume all What’s have the same personality. So the Grinch would feel right at home!
Headcanon: probably Dean always eats more than Sam in the show because he knows how it feels to be hungry. When the money ran out and there was only a bit food left, Dean gave it Sammy and goes hungry to bed and this over many days until John came back with money and food
Lin Manuel Miranda is our generations version of Shakespeare.
Both of them have/had wildly successful careers, popping up all over the place with random things, interactions with the Queen of England, and one of their most known theatre performances was based on a book (Romeo and Juliet / Hamilton)
one very annoying thing about being a writer:
I just googled how do you drown in your own blood so that my writing would be accurate. What comes up is of no help to me what so ever:
NHS- Help for suicidal thoughts
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This speaks to the youngest child + Price lover in me imma need this as a full fic NOW pretty pretty please xx
price with reader who never got much attention as a kid/growing up??
very self indulgent but hear me out. price is a lover man. he takes his time for his partners, gives them what they need, even if he's busy. you on the other hand are simply used to being put aside, people only listening to you half heartedly, not looking at you and getting distracted when you talk, other things were always more important than you and you felt that. you got used to it, it's normal to you.
but when you're with price he's the total opposite. he looks at you intently when you talk (if not hes leaning his head towards you so he hears you better), putting things down when you ask him something - hes attentive. he listens. and its absolutely strange to you, it makes you feel flustered, kinda watched. at some point you ask him why hes looking at you like that, the tv running in the backround. he furrows his eyebrows at you, with a confused chuckle. "what do you mean, love?"
"you're starin' at me." you accuse him, your cheeks getting hot.
"you're talkin' to me. where else would I be looking?" he jokes with a soft chuckle, wondering what the hell you're on about.
"your show's on." you say, gesturing to the tv. he looks at you like youve got three heads.
"I'm listening to you, love."
Head canon 1: Peter Pettigrew was there that night
Head canon 2: James Potters last words were “Pete?”
Even though I’m certain this absolute LEGEND of a man isn’t on here, I need to make his public service act known
So bus etiquette: if you are on ft, at the very least, put headphones on. This bloke in a yellow jacket did not follow this etiquette. He was talking very loudly with his mate and they were blasting music through the call. But it wasn’t on full volume.
But instead of interrupting his call and being rude, an older bloke (we’ll call him vape guy) just started playing his own music louder. Yellow Jacket glared at him and turned his volume up and this utter LEGEND pulls out a portable speaker, connects his phone, and blasts his own music. Tbf it was shit music but it was purposefully shit and it’s quarter to 2 on a Wednesday afternoon there weren’t any kids around.
Yellow Jacket then hangs up his call and pulls out his own speaker and blasts his music again. Vape Guy turns his up. This entire time they have been staring at each other and haven’t blinked.
Vape Guy took a puff of his vape, and turned it up LOUDER. Yellow Jacket got off the bus and Vape Guy put his headphones in.
Vape Guy deserves a pride of Britain award and a knighthood for services to the British public.
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