Hi Sand, I'm Kevin!!! What a lovely namesake, sand! There's lots of it in the lovely desert, warmed by the sun, brave and resilient plants taking root there! Sand, soft and shining in the joyful sun!
single dad!Price just makes me picture odd hour check in’s, random video chats at the ass crack of morning but price and his little boy look so happy to each other that it’s worth it 😭😭
NO LITERALLY😭
like you've worked for helicopter parents before (and promptly never worked for them again), but price is one of the best kinds of helicopter parents. and it's mainly random texts of "how's the lad doing today?" or "did he eat his weetabix? if he didn't, try mixing it with his yogurt" so you can never get mad at him for it.
not even when it's almost midnight during one of your overnight stays and price is video-calling you, sweat caked on his forehead and his body rid of his gear at the safe house for the night.
"hey, sweetheart. i know it's real bloody late, but—"
and you're immediately cutting him off with a stern "john, stop, i know you just wanna see him," before you're pushing up out of john’s bed and padding across the bedroom to where liam's crib is tucked in the corner.
lowering the camera down, you focus on liam's sleeping face, the fat of his cheek smushed against the crib mattress and his pacifier hanging loosely from the corner of his parted lips. his hair (what little he has of it) is mussed up and splayed out across the soft skin of his forehead as he sleeps peacefully, his stuffed lion’s wrinkled head tucked safely beneath his chubby arm.
you don’t see the soft smile price wears on his cheeks, eyes full of fondness and fingers clumsily trying to take a screenshot as you let the camera stay on liam’s face for a bit longer before pulling it back towards you. that’s when you see the soft smile stretch into a grateful one.
“you’ve got the magic touch or somethin’, y’know that? y’know how many babysitters i’ve gone through jus’ ‘cause the little one couldn’t go t’sleep without me?” price’s body eases all of its tension as his eyes once again focus on yours again, watching you make your way back towards his bed and flopping down quietly onto it. “thank you for lettin’ me see him, sweetheart.”
[I fear the end. I fear the never-ending. At the port of call beneath it all. We are phantoms connected by light. What bridge has collapsed so that no one gets home? A prolonged farewell to the travelers of the night.]
Another bodyguard character, this time for Quinton! Meet Mercer Chantry ⚔️
Q and Mercer aren’t as close as Bo and Ambrose, but they’re still good buds. He and his sister live in Bylldewn castle with the rest, and things may start out rocky with a misunderstanding between him and the Beldans (Bo, Ambrose, Betony) but once it’s ironed out he and Ambrose make a TERRIFYING great team. Anyway I love him v much
[ NOT FOR YOU ] 𝜗𝜚 the texts where the CoD men accidentally eat the aphrodisiacs you bought
𝜗𝜚 characters: simon "ghost riley, john "soap" mactavish, john price, kyle "gaz" garrick
𝜗𝜚 cw: obvious smut (minors—DNI), use of aphrodisiacs (probably not how they actually work but), needy!141, slightly mean!simon, mentions of fingers in butts (ghost), allusions to fucking on base (soap, gaz), more allusions to anal (price), fucking in the captain's office (gaz)
we were so close to having a generation of little black girls grow up without ever experiencing relaxers but now I'm not so sure. Everywhere on social media, women but mostly teenage girls complain about their natural hair, begging for tips on how to "relax" and "texturise" it, whatever that means. Even the language used is so telling, damaging your hair is not "relaxing" it.
And it's not just the damage done to your hair, relaxer use can increase risk of uterine cancers and fibroids, but this very real danger is ignored. I know it doesn't help that the natural hair movement that was meant to finally help us feel accepted, has been overtaken. But for a moment around 2015, I really thought we had seen the back of relaxers.