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i will never forget this scene
I guess I'm gonna log in and out of my two accs. But I think I'm gonna stay on my other more especially since I'm not as a hardcore OBX/drew Starkey fan as I was.
just let out a sigh
HE'S HUGE UGH
since I'm back, what did I miss?
bitch... I come back and half of my mooties have deactivated what the fuck!? also hii
whenever i miss mike faist i feel like a wife clutching her shawl standing in the fields staring at the horizon with the wind blowing her hair wondering when her husband will return from war
i love mike faist and his heterophobia 🩷
welcome back connor murphy
perfect father’s day gift if u ask me
Dad! Price + pregnant! reader
John Price wasn’t a man prone to sentiment. But lately, he’d caught his son watching him with that quiet, studious expression that five year olds wore when they were trying to understand something big.
It started small. A look, a tilt of the head when John helped you ease onto the couch, one hand steady at your back, the other adjusting the pillows just right. Then came the little imitations—a small hand pressed to your knee when you sighed, a too-big glass of water pushed into your hands before you even asked for it.
Yeah. The boy was watching.
John saw it in the way his son trailed after him, his steps careful and deliberate, like he was trying to map out the rhythm of care he has always provided for you.
He didn’t just follow orders; he anticipated. When John pulled out a chair for you, the boy did the same at breakfast the next morning, brows drawn in concentration as he dragged the heavy thing across the floor. When John pressed a hand to your lower back in passing, the kid reached up later, tiny palm resting there for half a second before scampering off, satisfied with a smile that he made his mother feel comfortable.
And when you winced one evening, shifting uncomfortably, it was your son who slipped off the couch without a word, returning a minute later with one of your small heating pads from the bathroom. He set it down beside you, nudging it toward your hand before looking up expectantly.
John, sitting across from you, just huffed a quiet laugh.
Smart boy.
He didn’t tell him to do any of this. Didn’t have to.
The kid was simply learning straight from him. Picking up on the way his father moved around his mother, how he noticed things before you had to say them, how care wasn’t in grand gestures but in the easy, natural rhythm of love.
John caught his son’s eye, tilting his head just slightly. The boy straightened a little, waiting.
Good lad, he thought, with a small nod of approval.
He was going to turn out just fine.
A slutty polo and biceps? We are so back
whats yalls favorite picture of drew starkey? ill go first
i couldn’t choose. don’t make me. here’s my top3
my top 2:
cause yes.