oldboyjensenhinglemeier:

gunnslaughter:

Self Discovery
  ‘It was an oak vanity. For a moment, he couldn’t help but pause and wipe the dust from the mirror. The face that looked back was duller somehow and stitched in two jagged lines down the middle. Sunken dusty eyes, dark circles, greying hair. He put a hand to his chin and rubbed two weeks worth of pseudo beard. The Soldier recognized himself. Jack Morrison did not.’

Alright, look my guys, if you haven’t gone and read @oldboyjensenhinglemeier
‘s crazy fic Living With Humans then you fucking should.

You people are just gonna have to deal with my constant mandatory nudity

hey pardon my French but.

HECKIN FUCKING JIMINY SHIT CRICKETS IN A BARREL ON MOUNT EVEREST HHHHHAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHH

GUNN

YOU

AHHHH

have you ever read your own work and been like huh that sounds good actually how did I do that.

Gunn I’m cry I love this so fucking much agggh I love you you big dork!!!