My name is Cooper. My hands don't work and I talk about myself, and personal stuff, far too much. I'm basically an intellectually disabled puppy. There's nothing wrong with me. I don't track my tag, I'm terrible at responding to messages, and I'm prone to attack when provoked. Don't poke the bear.
Horse trainer. Rock climbing instructor/backpacking trip head honcho/woofer (wilderness first responder). Master of all things adventure related. No ego involved at all. Terrible and occasionally sacrilegious Irish catholic. Certified MRA hunter: Saving non-cis people. Burning fedoras. The family business.
Tom walked into his apartment, and saw Jim was sitting on the couch waiting for him. He smiled, then saw the downcast look on Jim’s face and realized something was terribly wrong.
"I’m done with you," Moriarty said, aimed his gun at Tom’s head, and pulled the trigger.
Soo… yeah, I don’t really feel like doing an intro to this. Just fucking read it, don’t make me explain.
The one where http://glitter-glue-gun.tumblr.com/ does a dramatic reading/reaction video to Jim/Tom. It’s fucking glorious and magical and you should watch it.
More Jim/Tom talks, RATHAT, and just a bunch of random shit. Also, important information about my blog and what’s going to happen to it.
The one where I do a reaction video to the reaction video, talk about the evils of Twilight, and just porn in general. Part 1.
Sorry this is shit guys. My medication kicked in, and I’m basically useless after midnight. But here we go:
I mean… not sure if it’s good or not, but if you don’t like it don’t read it!
Premise: Moriarty is on a business trip, but missing certain parts of Tom. Phone sex ensues. Yay.
Guys, I just wrote like 5 porns in the same night. Didn’t even know I was capable of that. One more, and I’m done for the whole week. Then I can get to something serious, like PACKING ALL THE THINGS.
Hey guys, no porn in this one. Just a lot of fluff. Sorry, it can’t always be hardcore sex. Sometimes feels are necessary.
BUT MORE SEX LATER.
Thoughts during writing:
When I say “it was going to be a long flight and they could have extended their encounter” I really mean “I don’t want to write more than two pages of this one because airplane sex can get awkward and I’m lazy”.
Sorry their sex is as lazy as I am right now. But hey, at least it’s cute and romantic!
WAIT. WAIT A MINUTE. Now they’re having kinky sex again.
I really need to write one of these that doesn’t involve blood. I feel like I’m turning into the Twilight author with all the abuse (though it is at least consenting in my writing) and blood.
ANDDDDD done. Bed time. Or not. Whatever. Got to be up in two hours anyway.