Tarmogoyf
Smash Master
If I can get a ride back, yes
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I might be down for a fest on the west side, and thus give a ride to local Tarmogoyfs. But it depends on the day (Saturdays are my Anime Club meetings).If I can get a ride back, yes
unfortunately i won't be there as the weekly sf4/umvc3/steven paying for over half the entrants in kof tournaments are on friday so i won't be in attendance unless something falls through.stuff.
Along with this early concept art, Capcom released an excerpt from the upcoming novelization of the game.So, Resident Evil 6 was like, officially announced today. Fans rejoice, Capcom is finally letting Chris and Leon out of the closet.
Chris's entire being trembled expectantly in Leon's firm embrace. He cursed himself for loving the flaxen-maned angel of a man, and then the Gods for hurling Leon into his life like a ray of divinity through the depths of Hell. Things would be so much easier if Leon were anyone else. If he were just another BSAA operative, Chris could affect his usual authority and hyper-competence. If he were a grotesque BOW, their relationship would begin with a natural enmity and be resolved at the business end of an Ithaca M37. But...this man! This glorious, damnable man! This creature whose steely blue gaze could instantly obliterate the badges and the training and the honorifics, and leave only something primal, yielding, infantile. It was a euphoric state to be sure, but a state in which he was afraid to dwell. What was to be done? Suddenly it occurred to him. The thing to be done was to reciprocate. In assuming Leon's usual, dominant role, Chris could perhaps reclaim a part of himself. Morevoer, he could return to Leon a fraction of the sensual ecstasy and subservient pleasure he was owed. He had for so long felt awash in the torrential downpour of Leon's passion. It was time for his own passion to rise, for the two to meet and become a whlirling hurricane. He would bring it up to Leon immediately. That is to say, immediately after a few more blessed minutes of cuddling.
Meanwhlie, Leon was reflecting on his perpetual role as the caretaker. It seemed to be his lot in life. Taking care of the President. Taking care of Ashley. Taking care of dogs in bear traps. And now taking care of this beautiful emotional neophyte laying beside him. Yet he realized that his care for Chris was qualitatively different. It came from a place of real tenderness, where the rest were bonds of duty. That isn't to say he wasn't fully devoted to his assignments; he was, in accordance with his duty, prepared to die for them. But what had he found to live for? Nothing until Chris Redfield. What was it that so incensed him? What drew him to the S.T.A.R.S. agent with an unerring mark and a gelatin heart? Maybe it was precisely that dichotomy, his coolness under fire and utter naivete under the sheets. Maybe it was the heaving, glistening trapezoids whose beads of sweat would so seamlessly merge with his own silent, joyful tears when he would collapse upon him after climaxing. He wasn't going to find those on Ashley. Whatever the impetus, it was a real and powerful attraction which just now was demanding itself expressed. Just as Leon was about to turn over and whisper some initiative coos into his partner's ear, he felt Chris's large hand cup his face and saw those deep brown eyes appear over him. Chris began speaking in a hushed, deferential tone. Leon found the contrast between his rugged jaw and soft manner of speaking to be another stimulating juxtaposition.
"Leo, sweety, I - " Chris faltered and then continued meekly, like a man who has exhausted all his courage but knows he must press onward. "I was wondering if, maybe, I...just, for once, if I...could put it in you." He was affecting a confident smile but Leon could see the nervous maelstrom behind his eyes.
"Chris..."
"I know it's not how we normally do things. It's just...I mean...I want you to know how wonderful you are." Leon was searching Chris's face for a trace of whatever had come over him. Impassivity in bed was completely unlike him. But then, in a soft break in the word wonderful, he heard it. The neuroticism, the child-like desire to please. So this was coming from his Chris after all. The best course of action as cultivator and caretaker of Chris's emotional self would be to receive him generously.
"All right, babe." And so Leon allowed entry to Chris's ample, gently quivering member.
Chris's inexperience was immediately apparent. There was no gradual increase in intensity nor anythign resembling technique. Only an erratic, frenzied thrusting. There was not a want of passion or urgency; rather there was an overflow of it, and the physical sensation suffered for it. It wasn't that Leon's pleasure was displaced by pain (he had endured much worse before). Rather, his primary feeling was sheer incredulity at the ineptitude of his lover's cocksmasnship. Although to betray this, he knew, would annihilate Chris. And so he bore the graceless flurry with as best a beatific expression as he could muster. It was over almost it began. Chris loosed a series of spasmodic contortions and then an ultimate, primal grunt before crashing down upon Leon's chest, spent and immediately asleep. Leon lay beneath Chris somewhat stunned, unfulfilled but at peace, not upset. He twirled Chris's voluminous chestnut locks in one hand and finished himself off with the other. The sight of his contended partner's dreaming face was more conducive than the act itself. He couldn't help but laugh at the puppy of a man he was sharing his bed with. And then he was grateful to the bottom of his heart that this puppy was his.
After a few minutes of quiet contemplation, Leon found himself reviewing the threats he had faced in his years of experience. The T-Virus. The G-Virus. Las Plagas. None, he realized, were as persistent, as wholly transformative, as what he now found himself infected with. The L-Virus. Colloquially, the love bug. It was an infection he was happy to abide to the end of time. There was no antidote. No Patient Zero. No megacorporation to helm it. He bent forward and with a quick whisper elucidated Chris's dreams with the knowledge of what there was.
"There is only me and you."
"And," his veteran's survival instinct was quick to remind him, "the encroaching horde."
how long did that take you to write?Along with this early concept art, Capcom released an excerpt from the upcoming novelization of the game.
Awesome man! Ill so get down on some melee.My bro and I requested the 3rd off of work. We'll see if our boss allows it.
i could body you again at that ****ty bar game "done drinking" again!Do it ni'ggas we can even chill before we all go or something
you act like everything is forced on you. grow up, pleasenor irresponsibly abuse illegal substances
unm needs to step up their prizes. twin bionic arms and smurf swag prizes pale to a painted plunger.won a 3 person free for all
then three 1v1s, 3stock, 5min timer, best of 1
and won a painted plunger, a BK crown, and a $20 play n trade gift card
success
yeah we just got one im trying to get em to host legit tournamentsunm needs to step up their prizes. twin bionic arms and smurf swag prizes pale to a painted plunger.
are there any play n' trades in socorro?
wtf so ****ing homo.so, resident evil 6 was like, officially announced today. Fans rejoice, capcom is finally letting chris and leon out of the closet.
more importantly, who the **** are you?wtf so ****ing homo.