#twotailshakes

[worldsbestdoc]

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@amoralgeneticist - Couldn’t have a positivity meme without mentioning my favorite Moira mun and one of my absolute favorite people. They’re so kind, driven, and overall supportive in every way. They’ve been around since before I started nursing school, and they’ve been such a big part of keeping my head above water. Besides being an excellent human being, they give Moira a depth of character that I’m all over.

@plcyersandpieces - Not OW but don’t much care. A super sweet person, excellent writer, with flexibility I really enjoy. Since her blog moved to a multimuse I’ve enjoyed seeing her skills used with other muses. I need to get my Merc muse fired up again so I can get some replies out! Speaking of which, hers are always worth waiting for.

@twotailshakes - Jigs is always down for the best stuff man. The most creative AUs (read: outlandish) with the most tenuous grasp on canon always come out stellar with her and it’s so much fun to go down all those rabbit holes. And her McCree? Stellar. I didn’t even ship McMercy until she got to me. Always ready to spin the wheel and throw another dart.

@silvcrphantom - Yet another amazing OC mun! I love the grasp she has on her muses and how very sweet she is. She’s excellent at checking in and staying in touch, which is great news when I get stuck in a whirlwind of assignments and administrative fuckery. Plus she’s a blast to be around!

[graciieuse]

twotailshakes replied to your post: "So, I heard something 'bout an ass needing...

“Can be if you’re offerin’.” A kiss is blown in her direction.

“Few men I kiss live to tell the tale. There is your warning. I am being charitable.” 

[enemigodetectado]

🌻 + thxlionsdxn, fromtheshadcws, me ;D

p o s i t i v i t y | open

@thxlionsdxn - how they manage to keep track of so many muses is like??? really impressive. all will’s muses have a distinct voice and in my opinion, it’s such a hallmark of an excellent writer to be able to write so many muses at once and still have every one sound different? *chef’s kiss*

@fromtheshadcws - an EXCELLENT GABE??? Like holy shit, cuio’s headcanons and characterization for my boy are so so great; I’m really inspired by her. ://3

@twotailshakes - look, not to come on super strong but? I have always admired you since literally the day I followed you. Your McCree has always felt SO natural and effortless and even when I was inactive on zen sometimes I’d check in on my dash and I’d like seeing what you were up to.

[deadlockled]

Also............Knots or Ovipositor? 🤠

spicy this or that || accepting

      she, of course, has to look up what he’s even talking about but when she does she shoots him a glare with a soft, offended noise.

      ❝ jesse, what in the fuck are you askin’ me? i ain’t into yer weird furry shit but ask again an’ i’m usin’ that second thing on ya just to avenge my eyes for havin’ t’have looked that up. ❞

[fromtheshadcws]

baby come kiss the reaper // no longer accepting

Do something once, and it’s an accident. Do something twice - still a coincidence. Three times? Now that’s a pattern, and Gabriel knows all about those. He makes a living analyzing them, quite enjoys it too. But this? This is a pattern he can’t quite put his finger on. Not yet.

Not that he’s complaining, mind you.

It’s a habit they’ve both fallen into with a few stumbles and stuttering limbs, awkward and tentative. 

Gabriel is, if nothing else, ever too used to suppressing the urge to press his nose in someone’s neck, instincts getting the better of him unless he keeps them on a tight leash. There’s no time for it, he’s a Commander, not some whimpering pup.

Enter Jesse goddamn McCree.

So here he is, again. He’s letting Jesse press him against the wall for some reason; it feels balanced like this, a little less like he’s cornering the kid like some mindless knothead. His stomach twisted and turned the first time, but now he folds willingly; head tipped back against the wall and fingers loosely curled in Jesse’s hair as the younger man presses his nose against Gabriel’s jaw, breathing in softly.

They linger in each other’s scent a little longer every time, and Gabriel can’t find it in himself to stop it.

Not when Jesse’s humming softly as his lips brush over Gabriel’s neck, so evidently pleased with what he’s finding that Gabriel tips his head back further, giving him space to work.

Only for you, pup.

He crashes headfirst into and through another carefully set boundary when Jesse pulls back and Gabriel finds himself holding his chin, gentle but insistent; presses his lips against Jesse’s to taste himself there, warmth and arousal and a hint of something soft, like coming home.

If three’s a pattern, he can’t wait for what four might mean.

@twotailshakes

[olutojuogun]

twotailshakes liked your post “Lengthy Cocks or Girthy Cocks?”

   ❝ I suggest you do the smart thing and unlike that post, McCree. ❞

[zhartha]

draw yourself with your idea man :D

Zenyatta has many hands

[v--iper]

twotailshakes replied to your post: “It don’t really matter how tall the McCree is....

“I’ve heard it’s best to go for the tall ones - they’ve had the time to ripen up a bit.”

“So you tellin’ me McCrees are like bananas?”

[pafallende]

@twotailshakes submitted:

[chronal-anomaly]

@twotailshakes​ replied to your post: King’s Row? Oh hell no. Not again. 

mccree vc: SAY THAT TO MY FACE BINCH

"I’m about to fly a plane into the side of a building and if you ruin that distraction with those ridicolous spurs, I’m going to KILL YOU!”

[soldierwatch]

@twotailshakes

"Now that just ain't right!"

                                 “ numbers not HIGH ENOUGH for you ?”

[worldsbestdoc]

@twotailshakes | plotted starter

At some point past the fourteen hour mark Angela had ceased to count just how long her shift had been. In truth, it had not so much been a shift as a young surgeon vehemently insisting that she continued to be fit to work despite the volume of caffeine such a feat required. There was no particular reason she wanted to avoid returning home; with the money she’d saved from her nearly incessant work Angela had managed to buy a lovely new house outright. Well, new was a bit of a misnomer. The building was over a hundred years old and newly remodeled, possessing the structural charm yet soundness through updating. There were some minor things she didn’t question, like the bolted, padlocked, chain locked, and welded door in the storage area under the stairs that didn’t seem to go anywhere; or the sounds of the house settling at night most often occurring after she’d managed to fall asleep, sounds which were so much like boots on hardwood flooring. No, she didn’t question these things, and her satisfaction with her new home was adequate enough.

What it was, then, that kept her working was beyond her comprehension, perhaps better unlocked through hours of therapy which she quite frankly did not have time for.

The hour was steadily creeping past midnight when Angela at last slotted her key into the lock. It turned with some minor difficulty--oiling was in order, she reminded herself, well aware that she would forget--and she let herself in. Keys went in the bowl on the table next to the door, as always, and her coat was hung on the rack. Routine things, allowances for herself so that she never need look for something in a clouded state of mind. Once she entered the kitchen, however, she suddenly wished she had just stayed at the hospital.

Every cabinet door stood open. Every last one, including the cupboards, the drawers, the ones she was far too short to reach, and the refrigerator. Discomfort prickled underneath her skin in a distant sort of way, but the bulk of her reaction was simply a harried sigh released through her nose. Whether someone with a strange sense of humor had broken in, or there was a draft, or aliens, or what ever else, she was too damn tired to deal with it.

So instead of dealing with it Angela left the tupperware container full of her hardly-touched lunch slash dinner on the counter, grabbed a bottle of water, and headed upstairs for bed. For now, she didn’t even bother to close the drawers and cupboards she could reach. No, that was tomorrow Angela’s problem and she was just too damn tired for it.

[graciieuse]

"So, I heard something 'bout an ass needing spanking?" He's leaning over the window sill, sticking his own ass out just so. His eyebrows are waggling. You've never seen such a potent shit-eating grin.

“Is this an invitation?”

[plcytowin]

twotailshakes replied to your post: they’re only gonna give d/va summer skins bc how...

are we including palanquin d.va in this? like i know it only counts so much bc rein’s getting his second lunar skin, but also that skin is the bomb diggity

yes ofc that skin is Lit but look at all the other people who’ve gotten more than one event skin. m.cree got back to back halloween skins and d/va doesn’t have a Single One. hanzo has so.. many skins. and this is also rein’s second skin, like you pointed out.

and if we’re talking abt people who deserve a lunar new year skin, me/i and d/va should be at the top of that list. but it’s like ‘nope. the swedish character and the german character need 2 look swaggy’.

i just.... want her to get fkcin Something it’s so upsetting that they’re not doing anything when they could with something that’s important to her actual character

[deadlockled]

twotailshakes replied to your post: Doomfist, Woody from Toy Story, Me ;D

“Which one should I not let it get to again, doll?” //im so sorry

      ❝ lookit you, thinkin’ yer real smart. y’damn well know which one. ❞

[fromtheshadcws]

@twotailshakes said:  generate? 🤷‍♀️

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

Just them, on the mat; just them, trading blow for blow, punch for punch. And it was just them as Gabriel pressed the younger man against the mat, leaning over him; chest heaving with exertion from their sparring match and then some, cock rock-hard in his trousers.

It was very much fucking possible he’d misread the signs. Had mistaken the curt glances and half-smiles for something more than they were, meaning he was about to make an utter and complete ass of himself-

but hey. Big risks, big rewards. And he could stand a bit of possible embarrassment, if only because he couldn’t get the goddamn cowboy out of his head any other way.

With a tiny grin, Gabriel leaned in close, hips pressed down against Jesse as he watched the man’s expression. Excited, playful - but hesitant