>>84363
I'm going to take a wild guess and say Pineapple Soda?

I already ship this
We're never going to get gay skeletons, are we?

>>84007
I doubt it, but we can console ourselves with boner jokes

Bam.

>>84371

oh god. is that a fic illustration or something? meaning, IS THERE FIC TO GO WITH THAT??! ;O;

and just for giggles

>>84333
Whoops, that's a my bad. Here's a link directly to the prompt; it's on page 12 of the tintin_kinkmeme.

http://tintin-kinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1701.html?thread=555685#cmt555685

Has this been posted anywhere? It's cute

>>84370
hahaha this is amazing !

>>83958

I find this doubtful. What's your source?

How about something with Elise's Ex and her brother?

Dan Vs. The Monster Under the …

guys, seriously, why do we have to wait a whole week to get an episode uploaded. I'm dying here while somewhere people keep posting inticing screenshots they're taking from SOMEWHERE, and nobody is linking it. I miss /rs/ so much :(

beckey's ST tumblrrrrr oh maiiiiiiii

OH MY

Also, butts.

yaaaaaay

Bumping with Bryan Lee O'Malley's Valentines Day pic.

Wallace why are you with all those GIRLS. >:I

>>84153
No Knives?! She's 18! come on now. He included Lisa at least.
But Wallace. Ah lawd! Scott x Wallace is my fruitless, hopeless OTP of the series.

reboot McCoy/Chekov is my weakness
if anyone's got something, I'll love you forever.

>>84364
'Fraid this is all I've got, anon!
It's a repost, but it's always adorable

Considering the writers don't seem to care about trying to make Blaine into a good character and instead somehow managed to make him even more unlikeable in Season 3, I'm rooting really hard for Kurtofsky right now, even though it's normally actually pretty near the bottom on my list of Kurt ships. At this point I'll take pretty much anything if it means getting rid of that hypocritical showcancer. And also if it means upsetting Klainefags, that's always a good thing.

>>83871
Do want. I actually think he sings better than Darren Criss in all honesty. Wish they'd do more actual stuff with him.

Holy shit that was intense.

Last one

You are a king among anons, sir.

I love you

>>78698

Tell me about it!

http://boards.4chan.org/y/res/1795796#1795796
There's actually alot of great stuff and some OC here too

Bump

Things get easier from there. Turian armor comes off surprisingly quickly if you’re motivated and Shepard has two years of lost time to motivate him. Shepard’s never considered the intricacies of turian clothing until it’s in his way. The heavy armor chestplate, the pressure snaps that run up the side, heavy cloth under armor, buckled down with pull straps also running up the side. Hierarchy-issue fatigues under greaves and leg guards. Mag-snap belt, but no briefs beneath. Shepard rips something, some forgotten or unnoticed fastening in his haste but Vakarian makes no comment. He’s already used bare talons to sever the belt on Shepard’s waist.

John doesn’t have a chance to get hung up on turian anatomy because as fast he realizes he doesn’t know what he’s doing, Garrus grips him by the back of the neck and pulls their faces together. They don’t kiss. A: because turians don’t do that and B: because Shepard doesn’t do that. He just holds his Commander brow to brow, pulling him in so hard it hurts and says, “Forget that. Just fuck me.”

He gets off the console and turns around. He lets Shepard map the strange geography of his body with exploratory hands, moaning and breathing shallow when touched appropriately. Turians make a lot of strange sounds when they’re aroused. Shepard can’t read the tones of his sniper’s voice as this proceeds, but he says ‘yes’ and ‘right there’ and ‘just do it’ and that at least is clear enough. Garrus ends up doubled over the control console, gripping the lip of the terminal so hard his arms shake, gasping in a way that’s not dissimilar from how he sounds in combat.

“Tell me how…”

“Harder. Don’t fuck me like a human or I won’t feel a thing.”

The viciousness of that answer goes straight to his cock. In no time at all, Shepard’s got the turian swallowing moans, rocking up against that stupid fucking control panel. When he comes, it bends his spine back in a primal arch that makes Shepard hard for turians in a way he hadn’t thought possible. It’s not the easiest fuck he’s ever had. It hurts quite a lot actually, but Garrus is surprisingly adaptive to his human partner because the discomfort gives way suddenly to nerve-stripping pleasure as the turian relaxes and starts bucking back against him. Shepard swears profusely, guts swimming with rivers of heat and tension, the soles of his feet going numb as the orgasm starts to coil in his belly, behind his balls and when it finally hits him, it hits him harder and longer than any come he’s had to date.

It leaves him gripping Garrus’ bare shoulder, one hand digging into the deep sweep of the turian’s hip, breathing hard and swimming with aftershocks. After a moment, Garrus makes this… sound he’s never heard, a cross between a big cat purring and note of a bass guitar. It makes him wish he could fuck his protégé again immediately. Instead, he concedes that this is where they’ve got to stop because to push for more now would be taking territory faster than Shepard is ready for.

“Garrus.” The turian is straightening his fatigues and pulling his tunic back on. “Should we have done that without protection?”

“It’s fine. I’ll take an anti-biotic. A little levo-amino DNA won’t hurt me.” A dark chuckle. “Unless I swallowed it of course.”

“Classy, Vakarian.”

“I’m always classy. Get off. I think we busted the fucking control console.”

Shepard rolls his eyes. “What a shame. No more calibrations.”

“That’s fine. I can’t even remember how to spell firing algorithm, much less do one right now.”

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