#these prices are so insane

[hardtchill]

You and anons have mostly exhausted this topic, but I hope people understand how much class privilege the USWNT has compared to other teams. Girls' soccer is, for the most part, a middle class suburban luxury, and that's the background of a lot of these players. They chose to take their federation to court because they had the luxury of acquiring very good lawyers and an ingrained trust in and understanding of the legal system through that privilege. For a lot of their competitors, football is a working class sport. It's cheap, it's local, and mostly appeals to people who have far fewer opportunities.

The fight the US put up was one where their privilege was on full display, and while it's great that it worked for them, it's not going to work for teams in the developing world with sub-par court systems, for teams consisting of mostly poor individuals who have only ever had bad experiences with those court systems or for people who can't afford good legal advice or the education to even attempt that feat. Inspiration or not, other teams and players have worked hard and approached their fight in ways that make sense for them and honour themselves and their backgrounds. It's disrespectful to dismiss that.

It also won't work for people who can't or don't want to manufacture the kind of media push and appeal that the US women did. And while I adore the Christen especially, she has so much going for her (within and outside of her control) that her efforts and the results can't be held up as a standard.

Very good perspective. It is indeed true that the fight the US fought and how isn't even practically possible for plenty of teams.

Football is indeed in the vast majority of countries a sport played by everyone. The US is one of the few countries who made football a sport that isn't accessible for a lot of people. I just looked up the cost for a random club team in California, it's 2000 dollars a season excluding travel and tournaments for which they also need to cover the coaches expenses. Here is the joke, it's the price you pay for having 1 kid play on a u10 team!!!!

In comparison. To play for a top Dutch club (a club most pro clubs scout from) parents pay 200 euro's a season for a u10 team.

One thing i personally question here is why on fucking earth you pay 200 dollars in America to get a uniform while in the Netherlands you pay 40 euro's? Do you get an in build rocket launcher in the US?

[sniperct]

If true we HAVE to make this the biggest flop in gaming history, as in 'destroys the company' levels of gaming flop as in a 'lesson must be taught' gaming flop, as in 'E.T. destroyed atari' gaming flop

[gofishygo]

everyone always talks about ‘medic reader’ this and ‘teammate reader’ that but what abt weapons engineer/mechanic reader ?

just a silly little fella who helps out the 141 with their weapons when they go out of whack, who works very closely with the team to coordinate certain weapons for specific missions .

they’d probably have a really close bond with soap , both having fun with testing demolitions together . who’s able to add in ideas and carry conversations with you when you ramble on about weapons . johnny pulls you close to him when they get startled from the loud noise of an explosion , laughing a little at how they excuse their sudden vulnerability with ‘not expecting it to be that loud’.

price who seeks them out when he’s having issues with his cm901, having to endure your age-long lectures about not accidentally slamming the barrel to hard. he subconsciously makes sure the brush his hand over yours when he finally retrieves his now-fixed weapon.

yeah nyways weapon mech! reader has my heart

[bytebun]

my piece for @thecodywanzine! thanks to the mods who let me go completely ham and cheese on this bad boy. this one's about living longer than you ever expected and not knowing what to do with it

[wrenderart]

I’m very passionate about the price of the Costco hotdog

[math-memes]

[existentialgaybirdnerd]

Ghost, put back in the coffin years later and losing what sanity he has left.

He unburies himself for the second time ofc, but this time he comes out inherently wrong.

Soap will try to get him to talk to him, to quip and make puns and dad jokes like before "the incident" as they've taken to calling it, and only gets blank stares that don't quite meet his gaze or drift just too far to one side to not be focusing on something that's moving when nothing is behind Soap but a wall.

Price, who tries to get Simon to therapy and gets reports of him ghosting (ha) his team of mental health professionals. Who will get responses from Simon, things a good soldier would say, and then hear frantic muttering as Simon's attention runs away to the corner of the room.

Gaz, who's the first to be sent on a mission with him, Simon's first since the incident because he needs to be kept in rotation because he's only a tool, because Soap is already deployed elsewhere. Who sees as Simon absolutely LOSES IT at the sound of gunshots and tears people apart with a ferociousness he didn't think humans could attain, only to be met with frantic whispers and wide eyes and shaking hands once it's all done. Hearing apologies to a Joseph and Tommy and Beth because Simon somehow got it into his head that it's THEIR blood on his hands, as he tries to claw it off and needs to be sedated to be brought back to base.

The 141, who all get a retirement house together after a couple of last missions simply so they can help Simon recover. So they can protect him when he's at his worst and celebrate with him at his best. The 141 who give up their lives in the military not because they don't care about their country or job anymore, but because their friend and brother and lover needs help, he needs them, and he needs to be reminded he's alive.

[yyece]

i need everyone to shut up and look at him!!!!!

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

Have you noticed that his cheeks are pink in this scene? His cheeks aren’t usually like that, look at how cute and pink his cheeks and nose are. He’s cold and he might have windburn so his skin is a blushy pink I love him and I want to kiss him on his face and his freckle

[captainfern]

okay soooo i’m expanding on this post about cuck!price and his mrs, as well as my tags that basically say they’re both obsessed with you

@bleuu-moon is truly the orchestrator behind this and actually went into my dms to manipulate me into writing (i’m joking ofc lol blu i luv you and your brain)

uhh yeah this is really short and basic and unedited

18+, fem!reader — price and his wife fuck while dirty talking about you, etc (i don’t have a description or name for price’s wife just yet so bear with me 😭)

You, John and his wife had been involved with one another for months now.

It started as a mutual friendship— both Mr. and Mrs. Price being so warm and kind to you, always so inviting and generous. But throughout the friendship, you couldn’t help but notice John’s lingering stares and the way his wife would let her lips linger against your cheek after a friendly kiss goodbye.

Then, you began a tryst, of sorts, with them. A drunken night out led to you and Mrs. Price tangled together, John sitting nearby with his cock in his hand and his eyes glazed over. Then, he’d fucked you hard while his wife cradled your face, petting you gently while guiding your mouth to her slick pussy.

That was months ago.

And the Price’s hardly ever fucked without you, now. It seemed too empty, the bed too cold and the room too quiet without you. It was like you were a missing piece of their puzzle, hidden just out of reach when they needed you the most.

So, when both John and his wife found themselves worked up behind belief, whiskey warming their blood, they found they missed you.

You had been with them, in all your beauty, just three days prior— an entire night of being fucked into the mattress with a real cock down your throat and a fake one splitting you open from behind. You gave yourself to them, every bare, gorgeous inch of you. And they loved it.

They craved it.

Now, with his wife’s knees pushed up near her ears, John held her steady as he pumped his achingly hard cock in and out of her. The tight warmth of her cunt sucked him in, drawing ragged breaths from his lungs, forehead beading with sweat.

She moaned, hands scraping down his hairy back, gripping and groping at the soft muscle there. He grunted in return, snapping his hips harder, driving himself deeper. So much deeper.

Before you, their dirty talk was exceptional and always focused on praising (or degrading) one another. But you… you changed their dynamic completely— flipped it on its head entirely.

“Fuckin’ hell, she’d love this, wouldn’t she?” John moaned, cock driving up against the base of his wife’s cervix, her walls slick and tight around him. He was talking about you, of course.

His wife moaned, tossing her head back and scraping her manicured nails down her husband’s back. “Yeah— yes, fuck—! Yeah, she would. She’d— she’d love it, John.”

John grumbled something low in his chest, a growl of approval as he continued rutting his fat cock into his wife, who was mewling and keening below him.

“Mhm, she’d take it like such a good girl,” his wife moaned, one hand gripping the back of John’s neck. “She’s such a good girl for us, isn’t she, darling?”

John nodded, grunting in agreement. He was envisioning that it was your pussy that he was rutting into with deep thrusts and obscene wet squelches.

“Our good girl,” John whispered. “Fuck, miss her so much. I fuckin’ need her, love. Need her tight little pussy an’ that pretty mouth of hers.”

His wife moaned in agreement, the head of John’s cock driving her towards release. It was coming a lot quicker— her body tingling, heat blooming in her lower belly— thanks to the thought of you in her head.

She moaned again. “Oh fuck— fuck she’s such a pretty girl, John. She— oh my god— she makes me feel so good.”

“Yeah?” John implored, almost teasingly. But not too teasingly, considering you made him feel the exact same way too. John was many things, but he wasn’t a hypocrite.

“Yeah…” His wife whined. “Mmm…”

Then, Mrs. Price came with another loud moan, her orgasm ripping through her body. It made her keen and arch against her husband, still fucking her, her legs shaking as she gushed around John’s cock.

She came moaning your name.

“That’s it, that’s it,” Price cooed, eyes glazed over. “Moan her name, darling. Let me hear her name falling from those pretty lips.”

His wife nearly cried your name that time, and John bent down to kiss her. They kissed, licking their tongues together and swapping too much spit— but they didn’t care. They were too busy thinking about you.

“M’comin’—” Price moaned, and then whined out your name. “Baby, fuck, m’gonna come inside you.”

He called you baby.

Playing pretend. It’ll have to do.

His wife gasped out in pleasure when he buried himself to the hilt inside her and came hard. He filled her with a shudder of his bulky body, your name dribbling from his lips, tasting of whiskey and need.

God, they wanted you so bad.

[sky-is-the-limit]

Nah if you ain't a Gaz girlie, you're missing out big time. Like.Big.Time.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price - The Comedy of Terrors (1963)

[soapsbullet]

Captain Mactavish writing “How many times can a man save your life until it's no longer your own” in his journal after getting saved again is KILLING ME why is he so depressing I love him so much oh my god give my man a BREAK he’s so underrated

[datakisser]

I finished price of the phoenix a little while ago now but I forgot to post about this!

[doctorwhommm]

old meme format but dndoc I love u

[eddiewithcat]

cannot explain but

did anyone else get super “just make sure that you’re following your heart, not christopher’s okay?” vibes

…from maddie’s “and if there is something you need to tell eddie.. you will. just, in your own time” ?????

because they hold the same amount of weight for entirely different reasons, yet they both talk about the confusion of feelings…