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Wild West Sackson … as it should be after leaving the hell hole of London 😁
A little making off 😁
Sackson Noir … my latest digital drawing crime to celebrate the Sackson Saturday!
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Sweet Sackson classic … 🥰
Sweet, sweet Sackson 🥰🥰🥰 … because I miss Ripper Street AND Sackson AND I needed a new desktop winter image 😁
Found this … A pleasure to post it again 😁 … I love it 💖
Jackson’s diary
December 1st - „Come play in the snow with me.“
It‘s the first day of December and, hell, it‘s snowing! It has been snowing for the whole night and it‘s going on and on. A wonder in this freaking country where the weather is either wet or foggy or both during this season.
This season, yeah ... This morning at the breakfast table ... Everything was fine until my Caitlin noticed the date in the corner of the paper. Her mood changes immediately. The sweet lightness was gone. I saw how frosty clouds started to mass together over her pretty blonde head. Nothing new. That happens every year at this time. She hates this time. ... but this time, she needn’t to face it alone.
Of course, our reunification is fresh and still breakable at the moment, but I am with her. It's better when we‘re together at this time. It always has been since we know each other.
To distract her, I pointed her attention to the falling snow. I rhymed in a very philosophical tone and warm voice:
„Snow falls down
all over the town.
It donates with dignity
a blanket of virginity.
Look, my darlin‘! Come on and see!
Go out in the snow and play with me.“
I grinned brightly, holding her hand.
My efforts were successful. She chuckled and smiled.
„Virginity?“
I nodded. „Let’s go outside to make snow angels!“
„... or a snowball fight?“
„Yeah! Why not?“
She sighed. „Because we are adults and this dress is not made for childish fun.“ She got up. „Ask one of your kid mates at Lemann Street. We grown up have to work.“ Then she left the room.
I don‘t blame her. It’s not her season.
Anyway, I like the snow and I was unbending to use it for fun. I knew I would find somebody who will enjoy it with me.
On the way to Lemann Street I was thinking about who would be the one to join my snow fun mission.
Reid? Drake? Or one of the new lads, moustache Thatcher or baby Drummond? Maybe Atherton? Nah ... they’re no competition.
I decided to focus on Reid or Drake.
Reid was easy to convince. He’s a guy with a huge stick in his arse but deep in his heart he’s a true joker. ... but he’s also a terrible shooter and not really a challenge in a snowball fight. So, Drake was urgently needed too.
I needed a whole day to provoke him that he finally wanted to fuck me up with a volley of well placed snow balls.
What should I say? This after work snowball fight was a brilliant prelude to this years winter season. Hopefully, it wasn’t the last.
When I came home I thought that the day couldn’t end better. But I was wrong. Caitlin awaited me, dressed in my clothes. Trousers, shirt, jacket... all far too big for her ... very cute and somehow very sexy.
“Good evening, husband”, she said. “If you are not too tired you may join me to destroy the blanket of virginity by making snow angels in the backyard of the house.”
She didn’t need to tell me twice.
Laying in the snow, moving arms and legs, rolling around in the snow together, ending up knotted, kissing ... Awww ... What a pleasure!
No need to mention that after all the exhausting activities in the cold we needed very intense closeness without clothes to warm each other ... excessively... the whole night.
Philosophical Sackson… Not funny, but true 😢!
The first artwork of the year ... hopefully not the last 🤞 ... May favourite Sackson scene in watercolour, experimental style 🥰
