#not trikey

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A makeup @gtafest Secret Santa for @tacticalhimbo Jimmy takes Tracey to a convention for the first time and ends up being a protective younger brother.

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Michael being ridiculously angry over some botched movie deal and stomping around the room failing and shouting, then Trevor just walks up to him and lobs Michael into his arms in the same way you hold a fussy toddler.

The one where they’re basically sitting on your arms which are clasped for the best weight distribution and you’re slightly bouncing/swaying as you stand there, trying to gently shake them out of their tantrum/meltdown.

That. That is what I see rn. And because M is literally on the verge of popping a cap through his skull, T just starts babbling to him comfortingly and pecking his cheek until M just slumps into Trevs hold, pouting and quietly grumbling.

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Here’s my @gtafest secret santa gift for phoxarts on Insta ! I hope they love it! Posted both here and on my insta!

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I drew the cranky bastard with a new mobility aid.

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Only a few more days until I meet most of the main GTAV/RDR2 cast

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“Bark, Doggy.”

Sorry I couldn’t remember who had the idea. But Wei treating Michael like a dog.

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Me and Partner going to see the Unholy Trinity in JUNE

RAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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So this is gonna be sappy and I’m not even sorry.

Michael having the parent moment of realizing Tracy really isn’t a little girl anymore. Suddenly he’s genuinely missing the little girl who thought the world of him. Now she honestly hated him.

He sits on the couch watch Blue’s Clues, thinking about the times that Tracy used to sit on his lap, mindlessly mumbling along to the songs. He takes another shot, he feels the emptiness in his stomach and burning in his eyes.

“Dad. Why are you watching Blue’s Clues? It’s a baby show.” Murmurs Tracy, walking into the room with a bowl of ice cream, balancing the spoon in her mouth.

“Oh. I didn’t even realize it was on, buttercup. Must’ve zoned out.” His voice cracked at the nickname, he was silently hoping Tracy hadn’t noticed. He heard the spoon hit the bowl and the bowl hit the table. Shit.

“Daddy…are you okay?”

Michael laughs softly, humorlessly. Doing anything to not look at her right now.

“Yeah pumpkin. I’m okay.”

He feels her hand grab his. He immediately looks up, Tracy looked genuinely worried. Michael felt his breath hitch in his throat.

“Daddy..?”

Michael didn’t even realize the tears that were spilling down his cheeks, he was gritting his teeth so hard that his jaw was creaking.

“When’d you get so big, huh?” He tries to smile. “You were my little girl and now you’re going to college…”

Tracy’s expression softens, she sighs in relief.

“Oh Daddy, That’s what this is?”

“I’ve been a terrible father, Trace.”

“Well…yeah. But I still love you. I know you’re trying.”

Michael looks up, chuckling softly. “You’ve…you’ve got your mother’s sense of frankness.”

“And my Dad’s stubbornness. And anger issues. And probably alcoholism.” She smiles, still watching Michael, who was now holding her hand in both of his.

“God…your hand used to fit in just one of mine.”

“Still kind of does. But…Daddy?”

Tracy’s head tilts slightly as she waits for Michael to look up.

“I know you’re doing your best and even when I’m ‘all grown up’ I still need you.”

Michael laughs, looking at her through a blur of tears.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Like seriously. Who else is going to kick the shit out of creeps and bring Uncle T around?”

She leans in and hugs Michael.

“Just try not to kill yourself while I’m at school ok? If Mom brings home another Fabien I think I’m gonna actually hurl.”

Michael holds that hug for a while.

“Alright sweetie.” He says softly.

“Good. Now do you want to rewind this? Seriously, you cried through all the best parts and I think we’re gonna need more ice cream.”