Here’s to all my boys with love handles, stretch marks, ribs that show, who feel they are too big or too small, who feel “unmanly,” who have cellulite, who can’t grow facial hair, who can’t seem to gain weight or lose it, who feel “too short” or wish they looked like a male model. Y’all matter. Love you. 💕
“It’s High Noon,” McCree declares. A red haze fills the air. A tumbleweed spontaneously appears. Peacekeeper is drawn slowly as McCree takes the time to line up his shots.
“IT IS 9:45!” Reinhardt bellows, charging in at full speed, knocking McCree into a dumpster.
Time's Vengeance 
