#CLANCY!!!!!!!!

[carryallyournames]

not nearly enough love for clancy out there…. best album of all time I’m not even kidding. the relapse album. gave us casually life-changing lyrics (bite the hand that helps me give it finger stitches. cloud coverage matched my outfit to a knife. I’m keeping my eyelids up no matter what. push on through). invented the lavish marriage and the penny loafer squeak. went through the whole spectrum of human emotions from backslide to navigating. have I even mentioned vignette it gave us vignette. it’s about addiction it’s about denial it’s about making a mistake it’s about fighting despite everything. more importantly it’s about coming back to your hometown and it sucks but that’s because YOU’RE the one who changed. I want love and sunny days. the only consistency in your periphery is fear and the bridge of your nose. clancy I love you clancy

[clancycatears]

MDNI (18+) ; thinking about john “i’m not fond of kids” price hardly getting any sleep, because poor single mom!reader takes ages to shush her little one after a crying fit.

he shuffles out of his apartment and strides to the door next to his own, knocking irritably. even if it was almost three in the morning, there’s footsteps padding up, the door opening to reveal you—eyes sunken, bags under your bags, feebly cradling your little baby as it wails for seemingly no reason.

all of john’s frustration is out the window the moment he notices your exhaustion, like you’d gotten even less sleep than him.

after a few hushed words drowned out over your baby’s cries, he offers to hold it. you hesitate at first, but in all honestly, it was your last resort. you’d tried bottles, breastfeeding, pacifiers, music—every possible option. this was the best you’ve got.

at first, john holds it wrong, and you correct him by bringing his palm behind your little one’s head to support its weight. you jolt when your baby reaches for the big man’s muttonchops, your heart dropping. you didn’t want to upset him even further.

but instead, he stops you, letting your baby fist his beard in a weak grip. you expect a grumble of disapproval, or a frown when your baby tugs, but no. john is smiling.

grumpy ol’ john price was smiling at your baby, albeit wearily.

he shifts the baby to hold it in one of his arms, using his now free hand to oh so gently take your little one’s hand off of his beard.

the moment your baby fists his index finger—its hand barely closing around his digit—he feels his heart melt. and when it smiles and coos at him?

his whole perception on babies changes.

and fortunately for you, your little one needed a daddy.

price masterlist → a place for two more

[otp-more-like-killmeplease]

[girl-drink-drunk]

you would fuck that old man. i would fuck that old man. we are the same. hold my hand

[itsscaredycat]

my hallucination i used to see

[frenchublog]

[doggrowth]

Someone on Twitter said this would’ve done numbers on Tumblr in 2015. So here you go Tumblr.

[nikogonelubly]

[corpsekeys]

even when i doubt you, im no good without you

[sosclancy]

And now what, uh? NOW WHAT?

[luffysbigtoe]

2 (two) twenty one pilots albums in two years.

life is worth living.

[taniesart]

spooked clancybearer

[clancycatears]

MDNI (18+) ; thinking about how ghost gets under your skin juuust right after an argument.

you’re giving him the silent treatment as he’s floating around the house, carrying out little bits of service in an attempt to catch your attention again.

doing the dishes? nonsense, he’s always doing them anyways, even if he’s scrubbing the pot you left to soak—neglecting it because it was your least favorite dish to clean.

cleaning out the fridge? you could’ve sworn you’d done it last month—but it had to be so much longer, because he’s throwing out three glasses of expired sauces. (that neither of you had used since you first bought them)

cleaning out the shower? you’d just gone in there yourself, conditioner still slick on acrylic floor. but no biggie, he’s cleaning it off since he has to shower later, anyways.

and then, he’s returning to the living room where you sat, your fumes dying with every little task he works, to dust off and clean the 55-inch telly screen.

you still don’t meet his eyes, still insistent on being angry—even after all he’s been doing in an attempt to catch your attention. though once you look up, he’s already hooking a leash onto your dog and taking him out for a walk.

oh, so he just needed some air. maybe he was still upset, too.

nope. he’s coming home with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand, letting the dog free before returning to your form on the sofa.

he tilts his head around to catch your eye, you don’t give it to him. he tries to show off the flowers to you, and you look once, but then cast your eyes aside once more.

so he sighs, setting the flowers to your side, before getting on his knees in front of you. he holds your thighs as he kisses your knee, then rests his cheek on the same spot he’d pecked.

“c’mon, sweet’art. can’t stand the silence.”

and you relent, because he looks too damn good on his knees for you.

ghost masterlist

[oddles-art]

happy happy clanky❗️❗️

[atomic-chronoscaph]

The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension (1984)