i am not to be truffled with

why do I never ever learn my lesson and simply write it down when I have a good beginning to something. instead I think ‘naw I can remember that’ and then sit there a day later, hitting my head against the keyboard, swearing myself ‘never again’

but I will do it again.

yyyyup.

oricalcon:

Sometimes you just have to take matters into your own hands. 🙂

BACK TO REGULARLY SCHEDULED DIEKZ. This is my ‘payment’ for asking @spacecorearts to draw horrible memes.

I might color this whole thing later but for now I’m sort of burnt out on it, and I don’t have the time to continue it. Hope ya’ll enjoy though!

will teach myself knitting tomorrow.

in between will probably write about McCree loving to take cock.

good day

You could try making a poll for the less popular ships and a separate one for the popular ships?

yeah something like that will probably happen. but let me first work on Vol. 3 and 4 because 4 will be ~special~ in more ways other than just the ladies being the focus

and then I can think of something for the rarepairs

carbonoid
replied to your post “maybe for a future fic compilation poll exclude the really “popular”…”

While I agree this is quite true you should also write whatever you want, that usually makes for a happy artist and a better product anyway ;3;

that’s def tru but I also want that ya’ll are happy with the compilations; I will definitely think of something.

Have you ever thought of Jesse with the song It Will Come Back by Hozier? I could totally imagine him liking/singing music like that, and the lyrics are really in character to me idk

had to look it up first because I didn’t know it^^ yeah I could see him lying in the sun at a desert truck stop and listening to stuff like that. very nice

Teensy drabble for @ikkanrana‘s cute Gabe/Jesse pic

Jesse feels dazed, staring at the ceiling, feeling his neck throb in the few spots where Gabriel sucked small, precise hickey into his skin. He had to keep himself from fidgeting and moving his head around just to relive the memories of Reyes’ beard tickling his skin, the soft wet warmth of his mouth a stark contrast.

There had been no real agenda behind it other than Reyes wanting to make out, pressing Jesse down into the bed with his bulk and petting a slip of warm skin on his hips. There had been no rush – he had himself not be rushed – even though Jesse had started to squirm almost as fast as they had begun, nervously aroused, libido even more confused when Reyes had grunted only mildly annoyed, rubbed his nose along his jaw, and mumbled: “Shit, kid. Calm down.”

He still felt giddy and confused, not daring to move even one muscle as Reyes slept half atop him, pressing him down like a warm, heavy blanket.