I have a thing for these three together

Yo uh

Like this if you remember Tf2 

Reblog if you still think it’s cool

Like and reblog if it’s still your fandom and you’ll scream if the 7th comic finally fucking comes out

baby’s lips

IF AND WHEN THIS SITE KICKS THE BUCKET YOU CAN FIND ME AT CTF_2FORT

Cosmetic Concept: Medic, but his gloves are those giant novelty foam finger gloves

you mean they aren’t already?

KIIDS FORTRESS /CHAPTER 2 COMPLETED !!!

Chapter 1: http://kidsfortress.tumblr.com/post/115091138929/all-the-first-chapter-enjoy

Drawings/texts: VAN     www.red-med19.tumblr.com AssistanceText/Translation: Maryse     mapetitechou-fleur Translation: David-Alexander and Katya Larivière http://r-i-v-e-r.tumblr.com German Translation: Nana    sinuswave

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PAGE 13 (German texts)

Medic’s mom: “Augustus, be careful!” Medic: Sorry, Mom….

Medic’s mom: “Dear god, what is going on here!”

Medic’s mom: “Gretchen, go to your room, NOW!” Gretchen: But Mom! Medic’s mom: NOW!

Medic’s mom: “Dear lord … what happened to your window?”

❀bridge❀

Otp kinda coffee shop au where A is a barista but is also secretly a porn star on the side and then B comes in and and recognises them like instantly and really struggles to order coffee from stranger they’ve seen take like 5 dicks at once and is really shy and awkward but can’t tell them why for obvious reasons. A thinks B’s shyness is cute and writes their number on B’s coffee cup and B’s heart kinda leaps over the moon

“Oh, God….” the man with the short brown hair moans, stuffed so full of cock he might burst, “fuck yeah, fuck me!” His plea is answered by another man shoving his erection in his mouth, silencing him beyond his enthusiastic grunts and moans. Each of his hands has a hold on another dick to stroke, not to mention the fifth one starting to DP his ass.

Mikhael blinks and shakes his head, looking at bright blue eyes and a customer-friendly smile, to go along with the short brown hair of the man he’s watched a hundred times on his laptop, one hand on the trackpad and the other on his cock. He swallows.

“What can I get you, sir?” The man—“Scout”, from his name tag, and “Dave Morehead”, from his filmography—asks, and Mikhael swallows. Opens his mouth. Swallows again.

“Coffee,” he says meekly, and when the barista raises an eyebrow, he adds, “with extra cream,” and winces, remembering the man before him covered with a different kind of cream. Fuck fuck fuck, he thinks, but that just makes it worse. He pays hurriedly, telling Scout to keep the change, and moves over to the counter to wait for his drink.

Cute, Scout thinks, watching the huge, handsome man fidget nervously, and though he’s gotten that reaction from men before, there’s something about this one; maybe just because he looks so strong but goes weak at the thought of seeing a man he wanks to in person, or because his belly looks so soft and round, unlike the men he works with at his other job, but he decides to trip up the man a little more.

Mikhael takes his coffee from the woman who made it with a gracious smile and hurries out of the shop, not noticing until he’s out in the cold again and takes his first sip that, scrawled on the side, in black sharpie, is “Text Me, Handsome”, with a phone number and copious hearts. Mikhael thinks he might die right there on the sidewalk.

I WAS THINKING OF SCOUT/HEAVY GABEN BLESS U JOE

Bringing this back because I love