#infecxtion

[gamfcowboy-archived]

Sex energy, right? Y’all are Incubi, ain’tcha. Fuckin’ knew it.

Now I know why y’all love my cock.

[dontcallmejoel]

@infecxtion replied to your post: @infecxtion replied to your post: ...

Difference is between the two of us, I actually can pull this off. You just wind up looking like a spaghetti western.

Mmm. Ain’t much of a difference, then.

[v--iper]

infecxtion replied to your post: “Why don’t poor people jus’…get more money?”

Jack’s against robbing banks, but apparently selling his ass is a-ok. I’ll buy.

“What the fuck...”

[infiltrationiisms]

@infecxtion cont.

She waved her hand dismissively. The sprout absolutely clashes. A spot of yellow within shadow glowing red and sucking the life from the room. One of hundreds she’d had specially ordered to base, all of which would be intertwined into garlands when the work’s day was done. She had already put in her request for the week off, and it was fast approaching.

Marigolds,” I gotta get stuff ready early. Apparently a hurricane swept through Dorado, so I gotta clean the grave along with everything else.”

Come to think of it, she left on her own for Dia De Muertos every year, she didn’t know what Gabe did to celebrate.

[crimsonsalutations]

infecxtion replied to your post “Jack Morrison: king of the twunks”

Gabe's thicker in the trunk, but jack's more streamlined. It reminds me of the way they fight. Gabe's in your face with dual shot guns, and Jack's long distance with his pulse rifle.

it does! gabe’s arms v jack’s arms also makes a lot of sense just looking at their guns: one of gabe’s shotguns is the same size as jack’s pulse rifle & looks as if it’s made of heavier materials (ie. heavy metal + wood v. light metal + plastic). so w/ guns gabe is easily carrying around twice the weight that jack is. gotta be swole to carry those bad boys around

[jackxmorrison-blog]

💘

💘 …because they suddenly realized how much they love (romantically and/or platonically) my muse

It came out of nowhere, like a home run ball to the face when you are sitting in the stands trying to enjoy your Dodger dog. The feeling had him pausing in his tracks, eyes widening as he looked at the other man. If someone had told him earlier that this would happen, he would have laughed in their face. How the hell could this happen?

They had started off their day like any other. Gabe had decided, since they finally had some time off away from base, that he would take him to his old stomping grounds. Which, of course, Jack agreed to but only if they could spend some of their time at the beach. They came to an agreement and settled on Venice Beach. Sure, it wasn’t quite downtown LA, but it was close enough.

They had spent a good portion of their day out at the beach, enjoying the waves most of the morning until the current got too strong for them to really care to be out there. The rest of the day had been spent walking along the boardwalk.

It was unlike anything Jack had ever seen or expected. When he had heard about Venice beach growing up, it had sounded like it was filled with weirdos, which, to be honest, a good portion of the people there were. He’d never seen someone with a sign saying that they’d tell you a joke for a dollar or that they’d insult you for five. No matter, where they walked, someone was trying to get them to buy whatever it was they were selling. And that wasn’t even the crazy part. Men who looked like they were fresh out of SEP were there working out in some of the craziest outfits he had seen. 

Honestly, Jack enjoyed every minute of it. It was so different than what he had grown up with in Indiana.

Slowly, Jack and Gabe had made their way up the beach, walking the few miles to the Santa Monica Pier, enjoying the carnival like atmosphere that actually was the pier itself. As the sun set, they made their way to the end of the pier, glancing out at the ocean, watching as the setting sun turned the water a stormy shade of blue.

The moment was so peaceful and Jack couldn’t help but wonder when the next time would be that he would feel such peace. The world around them seemed to be falling apart. Omnics turning against other omnics and man. Not to mention the people out there in power who couldn’t keep their shit together long enough to keep mankind alive.

A soft sigh escaped him as he glanced around, silently praying that he would be able to find a bit more peace in this world, knowing he would do whatever he could to help other’s find that as well.

That was when his eyes landed on Gabe and it hit him like a ton of bricks. Would he had enjoyed this day as much if he had been out here with Jones? Mathews? He doubted it. As close as he had been with the others in the program, none of them had become his best friend. His confidant. The one person he could turn to about anything. He would do anything for the man next to him and to see that smile and he was positive Gabe would do the same for him. After all the fights. All the outdoing. All the playful jabs. All the tears from the pain. He loved him.

He was in love with Gabriel Reyes.

His blue eyes studied the other man before Gabe realized he had been looking at him and offered him a smile.

Without a word, Jack leaned in, stealing the kiss he hadn’t realized he had been needing for months now, arm wrapping around the man’s waist as soon as it was returned.

“I love you, Gabe…”

[visorcd-a]

‘ fools who run their mouths off wind up dead

A low electric rumble, something between a growl and a chuckle.“Look who’s talking. You’ve already been there.”

The Reaper wasn’t supposed to be here. This was supposed to be a quick fucking mission.But of course, it never was.

Soldier kept his gun steady, brow curled behind the mask. “Let me help you get back.”

[violentnonretirement]

infecxtion replied to your post: How so ft? Every single one of these things is...

You are the softest of the goddamn soft, Morrison.

I am not