#coyotec

[flayote]

coyote party! they were still mostly frozen so the pictures don’t show them off super well, but there’s some nice lookin ones. H is probably my favorite, i think that’s the one i’m going to keep for myself! 

these pups will keep me busy for a while! 

[southwinded]

CONT.    ------    @coyotec

to allow himself to open up was a feat barely accomplished ,  but somehow done so in the presence of none other than  MCCREE  ---  and ,  well ,  some alcohol to ease himself .  the dark room seemed to shroud his thoughts and hold his doubts ,  and without reluctance or thought ,  he grasped the cowboy’s hand with his own ,  almost desperately for a moment ,  before he let his tight grip relax .  he stared at the floor ,  gaze reflective and tense ,  illuminated by a streak of moonlight peeking through a near window .

❛   ---  it is difficult... when the thoughts  &  worries appear without my own deliberation,   ❜    he whispers ;  pain is present in his features ,  REGRET .  his heartbeat nearly defeaned him as he felt himself slowly fall apart ,  the several walls breaking apart and revealing him ,  and the only thing maintaining himself was the warm grasp of jesse’s hand .  he falters ,  wanting to meet his eyesight but too ashamed of his own emotions to allow himself to .

[plcytowin]

                                                             @coyotec​ \\ x

        ❛ you’re making a mistake. ❜ it’s a statement, not a         warning. her arms fold across her chest as hana sh-         rugs a shoulder lamely, giving off an air of nonchala-         nce. ❛ you’re super sure about this? ❜ 

[ciircumserpent]

@coyotec

       “Is that Westworld?” Blackwatch knew about FOXHOUND. FOXHOUND knew about Blackwatch. They were, perhaps, the two most ‘prestigious’ black ops units in the world. Due to Big Boss’s return to command, FOXHOUND had come out of the shadows a bit, earning some attention from the global military community, but they were still relatively enigmatic. They were housing Blackwatch agents because of their prime position in the New Mexican desert, but nobody was supposed to go near them -- which was why Snake was surprised to find another teenager in the rec room. There were no soldiers his age in Big Boss’s unit.

       Slowly, he sank onto the couch, eyes shifting from the other boy to the television and back again. “...Yul Brynner is really good in this.”

[malasombra-blog1]

@coyotec

       Las Posadas had started two days ago, which meant that Mexico’s protests had slowed for the moment. Exhausted citizens gathered in waves to proceed from house to house, and, for once, the bars were mostly empty. That meant that it was the perfect opportunity to get a drink and celebrate her success, years in the making, without having to disguise herself or shove through crowds for something fruity and overpriced. She was a hard worker by nature, and didn’t intend to stop now that she’d finally gained the momentum she’d craved from the start, but it wouldn’t hurt to take one night to enjoy herself. After all, there was no point if she wasn’t having fun.

       Though the number of people taking themselves out to get inebriated was considerably lower than usual, Sombra hadn’t expected the bar to be completely barren. There was already somebody else here, hidden behind a hat and poncho. She took up a seat at the opposite end of the room, casting a glance at the stranger and offering her best smile. “¿Qué onda?”

[malasombra-blog1]

                        -Pleasure working with you, MCCREE ... if that is your real name.               -Don’t know what YOU heard, but my name’s not Joel. Best remember that.

[radiantremedy-blog]

     ❝ ── I know you’re there, Mccree. ❞ Pause. ❝ ── I don’t bite, there’s no reason to stand outside of my office. ❞ She said nothing further, continuing on to type copious amounts of notes into various documents as she waited for him to enter when he was ready. 

@coyotec , sc !