Dan: Who Else Is Hiding In The Laundry Room Trying To Listen To Abby And Wymack's Convo?

nico is autistic. you agree. reblog.

andrew minyard could and would win rupauls drag race

Kevin day’s first words in this book is already iconic

Price who starts the 141 as a way to hunt down the worst terrorists.

Price who brings together a group of odd yet talented individuals.

Price who witnesses each of these individuals break all expectations set.

Price who finds himself falling out of the harsh leader role during downtime and more into mentor.

Price who knows each of these individuals intimately and guides them where he can.

Price who catches himself feeling something awfully funny in his chest whenever the members of the 141 start calling him “old man” or “dad” as a joke.

Price who never admits he actually cried when the 141 gave him Happy Father’s Day gifts.

Price who calls his team his “kids” has more than once called his men “son”.

Price, who brought together a group of broken individuals and made a family out of them.

Price who holds the babies of his soldiers in his arm, “Hi love, I’m your granddad” falling from his lips as he stares down at this innocent babe.

Price who does the one thing he never thought possible, dies an old man, in his bed, surrounded by the family he made, everyone alive, everyone survived.

2019 vs 2021

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fuck thea muldani. i hate thea muldani. me and all my homies hate thea muldani.

Logan and Chris welcoming Walker to the I-got-cast-as-Percy-Jackson-club 😌

Lavinia: WHAT ARE YOUR ADJECTIVES?

Reyna: You mean my pronouns?

Lavinia: NO I ALREADY KNOW YOUR PRONOUNS, WHAT ARE YOUR ADJECTIVES?

Reyna: Uh, I don’t know? What are yours?

Lavinia: NOISY AND CHAOTIC.

Reyna: I've never had something go from making no sense to complete sense so fast.

So you know how eventually Andrew and Neil will run out of truths to trade one day..

Pro Neil, pissed the other team is winning (and being pricks about it): Hey, Drew!

Pro Andrew, literally sitting down in the goal with his racquet, not giving a fuck: Hmm?

Neil: how many pints of salted caramel ice cream will it take for you to shut them down?

Andrew, considering: hmm.. three. And McDonald’s fries. And we’re sleeping with the weighted blanket tonight (it’s the middle of the summer).

Neil, grinning: fucking bet

The other team, the other team’s coaches, the fans, the entire city, the other team’s grandmas watching Andrew stand up and get in position:

(Fear)