anyway if you wanna rp with me ( mostly yeehaw at this point ) shoot me an ask, I’ll give you my discord.
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anyway if you wanna rp with me ( mostly yeehaw at this point ) shoot me an ask, I’ll give you my discord.
I expect not a damn hint of recognition of this blog or anything but like holy fuck not only did I remember this password, but like wow McCree got a fucking animated short yall and I am so in love with him? Like, still after all this time, I love him.
Bi update: Still bi. Like, really bi. Almost too bi to function. I fell out of the bi tree and hit every bi branch on the way down. My biness can be seen from space.
Recovering
rp sentence starters using lines from r.h. sin’s work , whiskey words and a shovel I part one / part two / part three
“ no one taught you to love you. ” “ that’s your biggest problem : searching for validation in people who will never accept you for you. ” “ who robbed you of innocence? ” “ who made you feel things your heart wasn’t prepared for? ” “ who fooled your heart into falling? ” “ you’ll cling to the good memories as if there were any. ” “ the pain will always be there. ” “ so many people are setting the bar really low. ” “ you get what you allow. ” “ and pain grew in my heart. ” “ i will survive this. ” “ i will be fine. ” “ i was never what you wanted. ” “ i was just the one you settled for. ” “ death knocks on our door. ” “ silence says the things we struggle to say. ” “ you’re an experience. ” “ i’ve been waiting for someone like you. ” “ words sound like hate when the heart is hurt or angry. ” “ you were never the one. ” “ i had to be hurt by you in order to find my strength. ” “ i hope you find what you’re looking for. ” “ i hope you find the truth and nothing less. ” “ your child is not a weapon. ” “ your child is not some tool that you can use to hurt others. ” “ that’s how they control you. ” “ we are all haunted by the same emotional devils. ” “ we are all running from similar demons. ” “ you’re so used to being mistreated. ” “ you allow your heart to remain in dirty hands. ” “ you’ve gotten so used to being hurt that happiness scares you. ” “ we observe the lives of others instead of living out our own. ” “ we pretend to be satisfied with nothingness. ” “ i feel the scars on your heart like braille. ” “ i was forced to survive in your absence. ” “ i never needed you. ” “ one day i’ll stop believing you. ” “ we became nothing. ” “ the child in me will never forget the pain of being left behind. ” “ i struggle with the idea of anyone loving me unconditionally. ” “ i wish you waited for me. ” “ you love people then betray them. ” “ how am i not supposed to fear you? ” “ i found my peace, being away from you. ” “ i got tired of going through the same shit with different people. ” “ connect with someone who makes time to connect with you. ” “ my parents taught me that marriage means nothing. ” “ you deserve a love that makes it easier to sleep during the coldness of the night. ” “ nothing is louder than overthinking. ” “ you weren’t ready for someone like me. ” “ you had so much potential but refused to use it. ” “ it’s not your fucking fault. ” “ you my dear, are not for everyone. ” “ i was manipulated into trusting you. ” “ the thought of being in love is blinding. ” “ i’ve been struggling to find my way out of this. ” “ maybe the heart cracks to empty itself of things. ” “ it’s become obvious that i no longer need to feel for you. ” “ either way you get screwed. ” “ i’ve been growing impatient. ” “ your promises were like rope wrapped tightly around my neck. ” “ i remember what you don’t. ” “ my body trembles under the weight of my own heartache. ” “ the memories hurt the most. ” “ i get so fucking tired of everything that reminds me of you. ” “ you’ll be the death of me. ” “ loving you was draining. ” “ i decided to forgive you and move on. ” “ now my soul feels free. ” “ tonight won’t be easy and you know that. ” “ but the pain is necessary. ” “ i cut myself trying to help you. ” “ we were different people after that night. ” “ allow me to help you bury your past. ” “ let us give life to our future. ”
anacree fanart on this amazing post
God look at this sweet fucking smile omg I just can’t, so cute;
Como não amar esse cowboy gente socorro, que homem maravilhoso
date a boy who has had a hard life, but still has a soft heart
Gabe: look alive, Jesse, we got a new recruit
McCree: nice! new friend!!
Genji: *fucking hisses at him when he passes*
McCree: *gentle gasp* …new BOYfriend…
gigabombed:
Her hands slowly reached up, grabbing onto the serape around his neck instead of intertwining with his hands. She will not think about those lonely hours in waiting, hoping to hear his voice to dissolve her fears. She will not think about their last meeting, where she held his face in her hands—-the dark thoughts of a twisted individual that threatened to consume until she squashed it entirely. She will not think, she will not! But she does.
And she breaks down in his arms, sobbing his name quietly as her grip around the fabric tightens just a bit. Jesse means well, of course he does. It’s her fear of what’s been done to her happening to him that deprives her of sleep sometimes.
She was scared, she was so scared the worst had come to pass…she’s glad it didn’t. “I was s-so scared…J-Jesse…!”
It breaks his heart to see her like this. He knows that CRUEL intentions brought him here ( the bounty, the contacts, all a ruse just for the lead to find her again ) but his steel resolve was easily broken at the grip across his serape as she sank against him. It cuts him deep to know what either of them had given in their quiet hours of refuge, every lie he’s SACRIFICED to keep her a hidden secret, just to keep her close to him. ( To stay selfish that way ) His lips find her temple, each press more softer than the last before his arms ENSNARE her tight against him with no choice than to stay. “Lena, Lena...’s all right, honey. Come on, ‘s all right.” Jesse can’t imagine what she might’ve endured knowing that he up and disappeared. A bad habit he was terrible at breaking, and even worse at promising against; and every press of his lips to her skin couldn’t refute that. It couldn’t fix GUILT. “You’ve got me, I ain’t goin’ anywhere.”
climxtologist:
a flutter of wings in her gut danced to the tune of his strings . plucked and resounding against the neck of his guitar , the songs echoed into the watercolor skies && tuned the gentle sway of leaves in the wind . the silence struck her , but the voice falling from his lips rumbled against the crown of stars she wore , the scruff on his cheek so gentle against her . barely pressure . she moved , just a bit , finding herself closer to the thick of his body heat . ( it radiated , rivaling the sun above . ) ❛ has it been a while ? i would have never known . ❜ honeyed words , his tune so perfect ––– it was hard to believe he was out of practice .
however , the refrain made her sway . just slight . following the beat of his tapping , a metronome soft thump against the grassy gnoll . cracking open to peek , she watched , amazed and in awe at the dance of fingers against the string . something she never truly experienced . learning a musical instrument , taking the time to let herself sway with the beat , && embracing the true delight of a sound so foreign . a brief idea came to her , maybe learning the guitar wouldn`t be that difficult with jesse by her side ? yet , she knew the elegance he played at could never be replicated by her own fingers .
when the melody seemed to loop again , quieter than before , she praised . ❛ you’re very talented , jesse . ❜ the smile on her lips felt bright , glancing to him with the slightest flush against her cheeks . ❛ i might be a little jealous , even . ❜
It’d be a lie if he didn’t feel the sputter in his chest and call it LOVE, the sweet girl at his side twisting knots amongst the heart strings enough to cough an awkward laugh out of him before he folded over the guitar. There were very little times Jesse received praise for things in life, and more often than not it was ALWAYS for things he himself wasn’t proud of. But this had been more than just the sweetest piece of comfort he had ever asked for. Mei had been more than kind to him in their years, and to him it was a marvel she could see through the HARDEST parts of him and find warmth there. She pulled the shy, humble Jesse out of the stoic and brutal McCree — and with each passing moment spent in her company, it was hard to think of a distinction between the TWO. Jesse smiled, warm and full of sunshine, at the compliment that scrambled him up through the loop and made him nudge her playfully in the side. “Well, shucks, darlin’... Look at you, makin’ me a mess. Can’t believe ‘m gettin’ tripped up over a pretty girl like ‘m a kid.” He set the guitar down at his side, kicking out his legs with smile as he reclined back on his elbows; giving himself a view of her against the evening backdrop; warm tints of pink and ember orange warping across the HAZY SKYLINE. “Ain’t nothin’ to be jealous of...lotta stubbornness is what kept me practicin’ really. All I had in the way of keepin’ myself busy an’ outta trouble. Not that it didn’t come find me.”
on the road
Reminder. If you’re rping a canon character and feeling insecure about your writing, or fearing replacement, simply remember that your muse is not just a duplicate. No one else will be able to breathe life into that character the way you do. No one else will feel the exact way you feel about your muse. There will be people who value your muse and never stop writing with you no matter what. There will be people who appreciate your portrayal, no matter how many other versions are out there. Always remember why you made your blog. Never let anyone or anything cast your passion out of your heart !!
“Nice try, kid. But you need to be faster than that!”
Commission for @malik-zaki!
So, the concept is: Jesse trying some sneak attack on his commander but… well, this puppy still has much to learn.
Thank you for commissioning me! :)