I Segretti del Mio Cuore.

I’m done. I’m gone with the day. Everybody’s gone, it’s my turn to go away.

The ground is slipping, I slip on through. The world is falling, but I’m fast too.

I’m gone past the floorboards. Move on. Get away from my door.

I hear you calling, it’s just a prayer. I hear you crying, but I won’t care.

I’m done and I won’t miss you. You were gone, and how I missed you…

I hear my head bang upon the wall. You hear nothing, but I know it all.

I’m gone beneath your walking. I sunk, never swimming.

I hear my head bang, what a disaster. I hear your morals, you call ‘em “master”.

I want what I want, I’m a bastard. You do what you want, you’re a good liar.

I’m a bastard. You’re a liar. I’m sinking. I’m done here.

I got my hands up, take a shot here. If you won’t pull, see you later.

I’m a bastard, take a shot here. You’re a liar, see you later.

You've felt more accepted in groups as a rookie being hazed, because at least you could earn your place. With the task force you have no idea what you're doing wrong.

Everytime you walk into a room, they make no effort to hid the grimace they share.

Lips curled back, nose scrunched, brows furrowed. Indisputably a grimace, followed by an exhale. It's fucking humiliating. Do you smell bad? Is it because you're human? You know feline hybrids have sharp noses.

So you buy a new perfume, shower more and always spritz some on afterwards.

That, somehow, makes it worse.

Ghost leaves the room when you enter, gaz and soap always sit farthest from you, and even price turns sharp and stilted in his conversation. And they're always fucking grimacing.

Little do you know, that grimace is actually a flehmen response. A natural habit of feline hybrids to inhale scents better. Oh, and the reason they do it all the time with you? Because you smell amazing, mouthwatering.

Part 1 of a little comic for mershark soap and pirate ghost :)

Part 2 of the mershark soap and pirate ghost comic

the fish is making a ton of scary sounds and ghost can't risk them being found

But Simon just licks his lips, eyes locked on Kyle's cock like he doesn't even see the harness and dong on the bed. Then meets Kyle's eyes from under heavy brows. "C'n I 'ave a taste, sir?"

"Oh, fuck," Kyle groans. His fingers squeeze the back of Simon's neck, and he bites back another swear when the big man whimpers. "Yeah, baby, you can. Gonna be a good boy and suck them both?"

The minutes all wander so fast

The clock is condescending

Footprints fade in the sand

I'm turning away

Soft and tender

This twilight

Is the

a day off for the boys and johnny suggests the beach. jonathan mactavish jr isn't supposed to be there, but you're exhausted and johnny wants to give you a break.

he's got the baby carrier strapped to his chest, little johnny sitting in it. he's got these little black sunglasses on his eyes that match the ones johnny's currently sporting.

as soon as that kid gets hair, he's getting a mohawk.

dad johnny is quite a sight for the other boys. a bag full of beach shit in one hand (towel, sun cream, a change of shorts for little johnny for when big johnny takes him into the water), a beach umbrella on his shoulder (so his baby and pale af best friend don't burn) and a cool bag in his other hand.

super dad. that's what he looks like.

he's got everything he needs. everything except you. you should be here, rubbing sun cream into his back and cuddling little johnny under the umbrella. you should be in the ocean with him while uncle simon takes his turn at entertaining (favourite uncle is a job he takes seriously).

he takes lots of pictures. little johnny splashing in the water while uncle kyle dips him in the waves. little johnny reaching for price's hat and nearly slipping from uncle simon's hold. little johnny and big johnny with those sun glasses on, the same expression on their faces. little johnny and big johnny under the umbrella, smiling at the camera.

you print out the last two, print them, frame them and keep them on your desk.