thanks a lot jess


“Hanzo -” His voice was strangled, his lips drier than the desert.

“That’s better,” Hanzo murmured as he rose up on his toes and brushed his nose against Jesse’s once, twice, three times. “Eskimo kiss,” he explained. “You looked sad and I’ve been told that kisses fix stuff.”

I’m so glad you’ve commissioned me to draw this scene, @mariejacquelyn. It’s beautiful. The whole fic is. You’re an awesome writer; please, keep gracing us with your stuff <3

Guys you can read it here!

My tribute for @arcanebarrage. No words can explain the way I love this fic. Thank you so much for all those feelings.

Y’all click here and read it! You won’t regret!


It's not right.



It’s just not right now.

Dedicated to Lola


Just hours after the initial shock of losing Jesse - the overwhelming maelstrom of emotion that followed - Harrison started pulling away; only giving fleeting glances and low grumbles that resembled one-word answers. He was slipping and the shut down was more than you could bear to watch. There was a dangerous mix - a storm - of anger and apathy behind his eyes as he sat next to the gurney where Cisco and Barry had laid Jesse’s body.

He was grieving… You understood that, of course. But this…? He hadn’t left her side ever since they brought her in. It was a recipe for an impending path of self-destruction.

Harrison?” You tried gently before stepping into the cortex and lightly touching his shoulder.

Caught off guard, his head jerked upward before instinctively reaching out to clamp a bruising grip around your wrist. After his blue eyes pinned you beneath a lethal glare, he froze… His sense of facial recognition seemed to begin working again, what with the way his expression softened. And then, something broke…

Through shortness of breath he finally managed, “I’m not okay.”

You nodded… He had just lost something irreplaceable - something he couldn’t get back. His little girl was gone.

Still holding your wrist, he ducked his head and pressed his brow against your abdomen, automatically angling your hand near his scalp. Without thinking, you began carding your fingers through his dark hair and allowed him crumble - let him cry - allowed him be human in front of you. His shoulders lurched through a quiet sob before his hands lifted to grip your hips and pull you closer.

I’m not okay...”

(X) (~♫♪~)

I got to 100 followers in less than a week of making an art side-blog for myself! Thank you all so very much! Here, have a crappy sketch of a fanged young Jesse McCree~


She picked you.
God knows why.

Protest and survive! “Punk wijf met blauw haar” for my friend Jesse. Thanks a lot! guess it’s not much of a secret that tattooing punk rock girls is my most favorite thing 💙 For appointments: @25tolifetattoos

anonymous asked:

A2 Mccree looking at A4 (Mortal Kombat) Kung Jin for the expression meme, please! I'm in love with your art btw.

I guess McCree has a thing for guys with bow and arrows~

Expression Meme

anonymous asked:

(no other way of getting her this, sorry) addy, i'm going on my second year of no date (which is sad, i'm not going to deny that) but if at all possible go with a group of friends, it will help the hurt a lot. ☺️

Jesse: See, thanks Anon! Going with friends won’t be that bad, promise. You’ll have a lot of goofy fun!

(Don’t worry, I’m not even going to my first ever prom. Too loud for me. I know people that go with friends, they have a great time! - Mod.)

Cross That Line, A CS October AU

(Read on AO3)

It’s before five in the morning in the small town of Trenton, and Emma is already awake, dragging herself into a cold pullover at the expense of leaving her warm bed behind. The sheets are hopelessly wrinkled, her comforter half-fallen on the floor where she rolled out of it earlier, her pillow sitting sad and lonely on the very edge of the mattress as if trying to make her feel guilty on purpose.

I’ll be back tonight, she thinks forlornly, shoving her feet into her boots as cold as the floor under her socks.  

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Okay so I had a dream that me, @bazwearsjeans , @rosebudbasilton and @eroticgropefest (along with others whom i cant remember) were in a group chat.
The discussion went from whether or not Baz had kneecap piercings, to Baz’s forearms, to Cute Snowbaz, to Snowbaz ANGST (thanks a lot jess), to “AU Where Everything Is The Same Except Penny Has Low-key Shipped It Since Third Year Ans She Has Charts also izzie go to bed isn’t it like 2 am wyd fam”, and then aaaaall the way back to Baz with kneecap piercings. 
Wowzers, I’d be down for a group chat like that.