Intentionally Messup Force

One minute late, is one minute late, Christopher..

I will never draw hands like this EVER again.

I am once again dragging Mav into my self-indulgent bullshit uwu

Out in the Mojave, Mav, alone for long stretches of time, befriends a gopher snake. Or, they exist in each other's space and Mav gradually stops being creeped out.

S.T.A.R.S members in my style + bonus alternative grid under the cut

Tom knelt on the cold tile floor and reached for the stack of thin towels folded on the shelf beside the sink. He ran the water until it was warm enough to be useful without being scalding, soaked one of the towels, and wrung it out hard enough to make his hands ache. The towel was rough against his palms, abrasive, and when he brought it to Pete’s face, Pete flinched.

“Hold still.” Tom’s voice was low, stripped of inflection. His free hand cupped the back of Pete’s head, fingers threading into hair damp with sweat. The contact was more intimate than anything they had shared since the severance, but he did not pull away.

from callanilsa’s incredible fic ‘where the radar cannot see’

i cannot say enough about this fic, it’s one of favorites ever and the final chapter hasn’t even come out yet. i do want to note that ice is described in the fic as having dark hair, my interpretation of that is that this ice is so repressed he doesn’t bleach his hair, so i did try to color it darker and have it still be recognizable idk.

that's right! ice-man. i am dangerous.