If she has a million fans, I’m one of them. If she has one fan, it’s me. If she has no fans, that means I’m dead.
took a nap and Came Back Wrong
you missed it because you were looking at your phone but an angel just appeared to me with a flaming sword and told me that god decided there’s nothing wrong with day drinking
scp foundation thinks i mind control people to escape my enclosure but im actually just asking really really niceys
*survives the horrors by being such a silly goofy guy that my presence fundamentally changes the genre*
happy april 13th !!
Anonymous asked: hello, I was hoping you could do a price and m!reader ,with the reader being a young soldier in the 141 who price personally trained so there’s that sort of father son bond , with the prompt “this is the sixth fight I’ve had to stop you getting into, what’s going on?”. I kinda have an ideas that the reader keeps getting in fights with the older soldiers cause they don’t think the reader is deserving of being in the 141 but you don’t have to do specifically that. Thank you:)))
summary: Price’s treatment of you does result in some tension between you and the other soldiers.
tws: swearing, violence, smoking
Lazily, you stretched as you folded your arms across your chest, eyes feeling heavy as you yawned so harshly that your eyes watered and your jaw ached; Price had gotten you up early, said something about one of your old RAF colleagues coming over to see how you were doing, and now you were shattered. Price was lucky that he was family, if anything; after he had taken it upon himself to train you up when you first joined the army, seeing you all the way through to joining the RAF and then taking you under his wing so that he could train you for the task force before you joined it under his command, it was hard to think of him as anything else.
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