Absolutely None Of Wilson's Actions Make Any Sense Unless He Desires House Carnally At An Absolute Bare

I THINK, THEREFORE I AM

if you saw the og upload with the tiktok watermark no you didnt

massive fucking shout out to @cloned-eyes for this piece that inspired this edit and subsequently has not left my brain folds since they uploaded it.

obi-wan kenobi is not a twink WHAT ARE YOU GUYS SAYINGGGGG

please look up what queer terms actually mean before you apply them to any and every character.

graduated from "poor little meow meow" to brat rq

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yes im rewatching tcw again mind ur business

made this gem on Sunday. had to wait all week to post it

bringing this up again bc im rewatching tbb (yes for the 4th time)

having hunter grapple with being a soldier and no longer knowing if that role suits him, let alone the fact that he has a choice in the matter, all while trying to protect omega and his family

and then proceeding to have him lose a quickdraw because he reacted like a soldier (drawing faster but choosing to aim instead of hipfire) and subsequently failing to protect omega

is genuinely such a good choice and foundational development for the dad he becomes later on. this moment and him attempting to leave omega behind with a "real family" make the payoff for his character that much sweeter imo

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parkton, md.

shot on rebel t3i

RAAAAH im sorry i haven't been on in a few days yawll i was prepping for my first vendor event!!! i sold some prints AND i sold an original!!! very slay

i also sold some of my friends handmade jewelry :3 live love diy events

in news y'all care about i'll have a snippet of brake check ch3 out by the end of the week ★彡

also working on a short little comic =) a little oneshot type deal but i'm proud of the concept

by the recommendation of exactly two (2) people i’m making the echo one shot (x) a liiiiiiittle bit longer so i thought i’d put a lil snippet here :P

Brake Check: Chapter 2 snippet

gender neutral pronouns, no use of y/n, teen(??) rating

The sun had begun to slump lazily in the sky. Outcroppings of clouds blotted around it, allowing the rays to gleam down rather than the barrage of heat from early this morning. Hues of bronze and amber were slathered across the atmosphere, partly due to the dust in the air. Here past the city limits, one became acutely aware of the planet’s true climate. Roves of sand and limestone were all the eye would be met with for miles. Large, twisted succulents shot randomly out of the ground, their insides bitter and viscous with water from a long many cycles ago. The stubborn fauna was a mirror image of the people that inhabited this planet. Fierce and unyielding, hoarding what little resources are to be found, if only to assure survival for longer than tonight.

While the sun had dipped in severity, your emotions seemed to not get the memo. In fact, your heart was rattling your ribcage and wracking your nervous system. In a matter of hours you had your first customers in days, albeit shallow pocketed, and instead of doing the proper salesperson-like thing and talking Echo down to another product, you ran his pockets and asked him out.

And he said yes.

Well, not in those words. But it wasn’t a No. Or a Sure, why not. And that’s more than enough for you.

Unbeknownst to you, Echo was relying on the speeder handlebars to maintain his grip on reality.

Echo tried not to get his hopes up whenever he noticed wandering eyes on him in the past. He’d said it jokingly, but he wasn’t kidding when he’d said he was just happy you weren’t looking at him in disgust.

Or worse, someone to pity.

You hadn’t given him the sad eyes when you noticed his metal arm and scomp. You hadn’t given him the sad eyes when you noticed his gait on the way to the counter. Hell, you didn’t even make mention of the piece wrapping around his skull. He didn’t even have to ask.

And now you were wrapped around his back, pushing your weight into him as he ripped across the wastes. Your arms were slinked around his core, hands folded and your pinky ghosting across the tip of his navel. While Echo’s own hands on the speeder was his current tether to reality, the warmth of your hands was equally coaxing him back out. Coaxing him backwards to rest his shoulder blades on your chest, coaxing him to let go of the handlebars, coaxing him to close his eyes, savor the moment. But he doesn’t. The same steadfast, battle-tested resolve that made him an ARC Trooper, all of that resolve, is being called upon at this moment.

Echo flicked the gear shift forward and pressed his foot down evenly, eyes honing in on the gray dot of the Marauder coming into view on the horizon.