Last Words | Levi and Kenny | Chapter 69

“You… who were you to my mother?”
“Hah… idiot… Just her… big brother…”
“Then why… did you leave me back then?”
“I… was… unfit… to be a parent.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARK! Yesterday was markiplier​ ‘s birthday and.. -sigh- i’m late to the race again! ´__`;;

this is Mark in my mind but in reality he’s probably more like 

yea.. >_>;;

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN MARK! i hope you had a good one with Jack, Bob and Wade uwu;;

art and stuff©moi :u

The Eating A Peach Story - No Words Necessary.

Script, “Dolce”, 3.06. [x]

Will’s drug-induced fantasy about being seated eagerly at Hannibal’s table, while Hannibal cooks for them. He and Hannibal are uninjured, unharmed, and dressed handsomely, about to share in a delicious meal together. 

And Will’s heartbreaking apprehension when he realizes even in his drug-induced state that something is awry. He can’t trust Hannibal not to hurt him. Not yet, anyway.

Just The Way You Are

“Don’t understand why ya wanna take all that time rubbin’ that shit all over your face.”

Symmetra’s back stiffened as the lanky demolitionist sauntered in.

Junkrat and his hulking bodyguard, Roadhog, had joined up with Overwatch a little over two months ago. Roadhog was easy enough to avoid, if a bit… intimidating. He was quiet, and seemed content to ignore everyone else, as long as the smaller Junker was in no danger. But Junkrat… Oh, he loved to be a pest. And he seemed to have latched onto her in particular.

Symmetra grit her jaw and ignored him pointedly as she plucked one of the brushes from her bag and began to apply the beginnings of her eye makeup with a steady, practiced hand. A sudden grating screech of metal on tile echoed throughout the communal washroom. The showers and toilets were separated, but the sinks and elongated mirror were shared. A few folding metal chairs were propped against one wall. Satya, herself, was perched in one, and she could see Junkrat in the mirror, dragging another unceremoniously across the floor toward her.


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