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we're not kids anymore.
almost home
Jules of Nature
Product Placement
Not today Justin
art blog(derogatory)
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gracie abrams
cherry valley forever
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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number one: b.lizzard com’on..... we really need a black woman hero. o.risa is great, but she’s an omnic. i’m disappointed the newest hero isn’t a black woman because it's really not fair. How can this game preach representation while at the same tim not having a black woman hero?
number two: HOLY FUCKING SHIT A HAMSTER????? LOOK AT ITS LITTLE FACE!!!!! IM GHFDJSKDF IM FUCKING IN LOVE THAT’S THE CUTEST SHIT I’VE EVER SEEEEEEENNNNN.
This is gonna be me
( art credit )
HE WANTS TO BE TENDER && MERCIFUL.
sounds overly VALOROUS.
sounds like PENANCE.
PLEASE, PLEASE LET IT BE YOU
When he asked where yeehaw country was, the cyborg had been pointed right in the general direction of what used to be the Wild West. He’s visited America quite a few times before but hadn’t stayed enough to really know much about it. Fifty states and a whole lot of diversity, good food too. What he was looking for wasn’t some small eatery with a big reputation or a history lesson, no, he had a specific person in mind.
Following a trail that had practically printed itself in the local papers was easy enough until it ran cold. For weeks Genji wandered, used to the nomadic lifestyle he had chosen after leaving Blackwatch. It didn’t matter how long it took; he simply wanted answers.
Where in the world was Jesse McCree?
With the sun setting quickly upon the horizon, he decided he’d stay in the one horse town for the night and return to his search come morning. Of course he knew a place like this wouldn’t have sake but any kind of alcohol would do if it didn’t taste like watered down piss. Who knows, maybe he’ll discover something new and enjoy it.
The moment he passed through the doors the dreary patrons of the small bar in their middle of nowhere town all turned to stare. He didn’t look like any of them, even with the dust that had collected upon his elegant frame. The ornate gold and white scarves, blue sash, it was like something out of a movie. Instead of turning around or lingering near the entrance, Genji took up residence on a stool at the bar and flagged the man behind the counter down.
“ What would you recommend? “
People in this town were nothing if not readable. Jesse would bet everything in his pockets he could lay his eyes on anyone && in ten seconds, fifteen seconds tops, have every nook ‘n cranny of them figured out. Simple town with simple people. Simple was good. Simple was safe.
So when a figure wrapped in white && gold entered the bar, Jesse was a little more than thrown off. Nothing was readable. Upstanding? Dangerous? The newcomer was an enigma wrapped in silks. Anxieties well in Jesse’s core. Enigmas weren’t good. Enigmas were dangerous.
Mechanical hand reaches out && grips glass of cheap amber. Eyes squint as he studies way feet seem to glide across the floor; grace radiating from his form. Jesse lowers his head to hide his brow with the brim of his hat but keeps gaze steady upon him. Anxieties planted firm within him && were beginning to bloom.
Figure sits at the bar && speaks just soft enough for words to be unidentifiable but just loud enough to fall upon his listening ears && Jesse feels something he couldn’t, he can’t identify erupt within him.
Voice was familiar. Too familiar. Voice that sounds like heartache && devastation && joy && light all at once. A voice that sounds of home.
Jesse blinks the glisten from his eyes away. No. No. It was his mind playing tricks on him. It was the whiskey fostering false hopes within him. But if it was a drunken vision it was a damn good one. Jesse can’t peel his eyes away from him. He silently begs whatever god dared to listen to him that this was his old, long lost, once believed to be dead, friend. His beloved friend Genji.
He watches the bartender cock a brow && smirk. “ That depends on what’cha like, stranger. ”
ah, the site of one of my finest kills. that day,
I FELT ALIVE.
IND. SEL. PRIV. WIDOWMAKER PENNED BY ASH
Just some morning smooches.
Hanzo Shimada and Jesse McCree from Overwatch.
[you can still purchase this print in my shop]
when you just wanna smooch your husband for a bit
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Do you ever just get really angry? Like…I never got a childhood. Not a good one, at least. And that’s so fucking unfair.
Kåre Gade
sherlock in rialto
T A L O N
Save me.
THIS IS A REAL HOOT ‘N A HALF, I SWEAR
“ OO! I GOT ONE FOR’YA! ”
He clears his throat.
“ What’doya call someone who wears cowboy gettups? ”
( @forowa· && @winedadlacroix· && @tactical-offense· )
He stands before his small audience. He’s wheezing too hard at his own joke. He can barely get the punchline out.
“ RANCH DRESSIN’! ”
“ OO! I GOT ONE FOR’YA! ”
He clears his throat.
“ What’doya call someone who wears cowboy gettups? ”
IS THIS ONE’A THEM FUNNEE JOAKES?
“What is my favorite tea?”
He thinks for a moment, fingers scratching against his chin.
“ Hmm.. Jasmine? Some kind’a herbal somethin’r other? Can’t say I recall. ”
DAD NO
“Why did the coffee file a police report?”
“It was mugged.”
He tries to hold back laughter. Emphasis on tries.
“ Jack... That’s a real bad one. ”
I’ll stop there lol
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