#how’s your itch

[lottiecrabie]

Could u write smth for George pls<3

Could u write a George smut with size kink? I wanna climb that man so bad it’s not even funny

could you do a smutty george piece where he can’t wait till you get home so after the gif he fucks you in the alleyway next to the stage door :)

this was written in a franctic at 2am lol. finally some george smut<3

After a show leaving you hot and needy, George can't wait to fuck you. Literally cannot wait.

warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, size kink

1649 words

George has long, insatiable fingers. He flexes them around his drumsticks, extensions of himself he’s stopped thinking of. He dips his head to the beat. Something catches the light; you can’t see from your spot backstage, but you know it’s a series of rings decorating his hands. Your thighs clench. 

God, he’s fucking gorgeous. 

Sculpted, hard and sharp, cut to fit in the palms of your dirty hands. You watch him play, ignoring the twisting heat inside of you. The music is some ambient noise you barely register. You only hear the drilling drum, beating to the throbbing need between your legs. 

George catches your eyes, an indulgent second mid-song. You smile at him, coy, full of siren warning. A smirk breaks his face. Promises, promises. 

The concert goes well. George searches for you afterwards, picking you up in his arms, sweat sticking to your black dress. His limbs swallow you whole; strong things, hard and flexed around your waist, enough to choke you if he desired. You lick your lips as he drops you back to your booted feet. 

He towers over you. You have to tilt your chin just to stare at him, getting on your tippy toes to plant a kiss on his lips. 

At least, you would if he didn’t dodge your lips, smacking your cheek instead. 

“Don’t tease,” you try to warn, but it comes out more like a plea. 

“No?” He pouts at you. You fall back on your heels, scowling at his games. Instead of finding pity on you, he laughs, loud and open-throated. “How’d you like the show?” He asks warmly. 

“Hated it,” you answer bitterly. 

George grabs a handful of your ass, tapping it softly in warning. “Don’t brat.” 

“Don’t kiss, don’t brat, what can I do?” 

“Definitely not mouth me off,” George chuckles, but there’s some underlying threat. 

Of course, it doesn’t exactly have the desired effect: some twisting want spreads through your limbs. You clench your thighs, parting your lips in open desire. 

“You’re incorrigible,” he whispers, and he has to bend down near your ear. You shiver at the words; rough, gravelly tone in your hair. Indulgently, he grazes a kiss under your jaw. You can’t hold back a moan. 

You throw an arm over his neck, racking a hand through his short, blond hair, like that would be enough to keep him there. Like you could control him. 

“George, please,” you whimper, feeling yourself grow wetter by the second. He blows on your ear just to watch it reverb inside of you, scrunching your face to stop some embarrassing moan. 

George chuckles, stepping away from you. You groan, dissatisfied, looking up at him. “I hate you.” 

“No, you don’t.” 

“No, no. It’s official. I really hate you.” 

He rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “You’re so dramatic.” 

You gasp. “I am in pain.” Devil may care attitude, trying to prove your point, you take one of his large hands, drawing it under your dress to the pool of sopping need waiting for him. His breath hitches, and you stop yourself from smirking. “I need you,” you whine, just to bring it home. 

George isn’t the only one with games. 

“Fuck, love.” Languidly, he runs two callused fingers over your folds, playing with your growing pool of wetness. You bite your lips, throwing your head back, shaking from the resonating fire it creates inside of you. 

You’ll melt down on his hands. You just hope he can catch the wax of you. 

“You’re beautiful,” he breathes, already sounding affected. Good, you think, perhaps selfishly. See how it feels.

Coming back to the ball of your feet, you draw his head down with your tightening hold on his hair. You lick the sweat of his jaw; salty and sweet, just like him. “George. Fuck me.” 

He groans, shoulders shuddering. “Fuck it.” 

He always acts like you’re so needy and he’s so controlled. Yet, you always get him there with some breathy words. 

Grabbing your wrist, George drags you through the venue, trying to find some unlocked closet to throw you in and have his sinful way with you. You try to follow with his long legs, practically skipping behind him, glowing before the sex even happens. 

Of course, life would be cruel and send only closed doors your way. George sighs in frustration. “Let’s just fucking go home.” 

He takes the exit, frantically looking around for a cab. The street is empty, and there’s an alley tucked behind you. You sneak a hand over his shoulder, sticking against his toned back. “I’ll start without you.” You warn, more to tease on the time it’s taking than any real threat. 

He knows this, still grunting, “No, you won’t.” 

You hum, letting go of him just to hint a hand under your dress. George flips to you, grabbing your second wrist. His fingers surround them, rings pressing in your skin. You smile innocently.

“You can’t fucking stop yourself,” he says, low. 

Taunting, you quip, “I was just gonna scratch an itch.” 

Moving your two wrists into one hand, he slams you against the bricked wall of the alley. He uses his free hand to pick you up by the thigh, throwing you over hips up. You circle his waist with your legs, trapping him inside of them. 

Just the feel of his cock under his jeans, long and hard and practically begging for you, is enough to have you moaning. 

“Is this what you wanted?” 

It’s probably some taunt, but you answer truthfully, “Yes.” 

You want to touch him. His cutting jaw, his short hair, his muscled shoulders. You want the feel of him under your greedy palms, but he still holds your hands firmly against the bricks.

Bending down, he licks a filthy trail of spit on your breasts, biting on the skin. You can’t stop a cry, throwing your head against the wall. “George.” 

“I’ll destroy you.” And he would. Long and tall and strong, capable of breaking your ribs. You’d welcome it, head spinning at the memory of his long fingers spreading across the bones. 

“Lot of talking and not a lot of doing.” 

He huffs at your cheekiness, pressing your wrists tighter. It’ll leave some red marks you’ll have to hide behind long sleeves in fucking May. You’ll tug at them all day tomorrow, pulling them back when you’re by yourself just to stare at the blotches in the form of his rings. 

Finally, George has to let you go, using all his effort to work at his belt buckle. You shimmy the dress up your hips, moaning when you’re finally free to rock against his hardness. 

Hands out of jail, you grab his neck. “Kiss me.” Not a plea, a demand. 

He scoffs, pulling his black jeans down. “Like you’ve earned it.” You’re about to pout, but he finally frees his wonderful cock, and you’re more busy gazing than anything else. 

God, he’s magnificent. Long and thick, with a vein running on the underside, curving just enough to hit a wonderful spot inside of you. You practically salivate at the sight of him. 

Of course, he knows this, smirking softly as he pets your hair. “I won’t be gentle.” 

“I wouldn’t want you to be.” 

George enters you with one powerful thrust. He doesn’t bother building up to anything, just fucks into you with some brutal, feverish pace. You can’t do anything but hold onto his shoulder and mewl, purring in his ear as he lights burning pleasure in the deepest parts of you. 

“Shit, George.” 

He sloppily kisses your cheek, moving down to bite on your earlobe. Bliss pours of you. You scrunch your eyes, throbbing around him. 

“I love you like this.” 

You snort. “You’re such a man.” 

“You fit perfectly around me,” George continues, undeterred by your mocking. “Don’t you? I’m splitting you up. Like you open up just for my cock.” 

“Your fingers too,” you moan, rocking your hips to rub your clit against him. He takes the hint, dropping one hand to circle your needy bundle of nerves. There, too, he doesn’t bother with niceties, swiping furiously until you’re drooling. 

His hips snap against yours faster, carelessly chasing some high. Thank God the street is quiet, echoing the sound of your spineless whimpers. 

“Kiss me,” you say, because you hate coming without his mouth on yours. George smirks, knowing this, knowing you’d ask eventually. “Come on. Kiss me, please.” 

“Why should I?” 

“Because—“ You sigh in frustration. Uncontrollable pleasure builds inside of you, pressing on your belly. He thrusts with abandon, some hard pace hitting the most wonderful places. You’re close. You’re definitely close. 

Most importantly, you’re desperate. “Because I need you to. Because I can’t come without you kissing me. I was made for this. I was made for you. Please, please, George. Kiss me. Let me come.” 

He laughs, bending down to press a heated kiss on your lips. You part them instinctively, moaning in his mouth as he licks your tongue. 

You love him. You love him. 

With a final stroke, you fall apart on his cock, screaming as waves of pure euphoria hit you in a dizzying tsunami. Relief washes over you, uncoiling the tense muscles. Your head drops on his shoulder, smiling happily as he continues to snap into you. 

“My pretty girl.” You nod faintly. 

George is quick to follow behind you, thrusts growing erratic as he finally finds this stupid high he has been missioned on. He groans in your hair, spilling inside of you, shuddering. You kiss his jaw softly, smiling. 

When you finally trust your legs again, he puts you back down on the ground, tucking the underwear over your cunt to trap his leaking cum, carefully lowering the skirt of your dress again. 

He smiles cheekily, kissing you. “How’s your itch?” 

You hum, playful. “It’ll be better after another one.”

[jackshiccup]

thorston & thorston

[rottengurlz]

"my jugular misses your teeth." 🩸

a collab with @kashisun 🔪

[swordsofsaturn]

early seasons spn homophobia is actually so crazy because they literally do not look gay. hamfisted gay jokes when the characters look straight as hell. "you look the type" they literally don't. is the thing

[theresattrpgforthat]

How To Find Cool Games: On DriveThruRPG!

So disclaimer upfront: I don’t use the DriveThruRPG website nearly as much as Itch.io. Some of those reasons are practical (there’s no tagging system, the catalogue is rather D&D saturated,), while others are more… well, shallow (the website isn’t as pretty).

However, DriveThruRPG is a very good tool to have in your toolbox when it comes to finding cool ttrpgs, for a number of reasons, the primary one being that it’s for TTRPGS and only TTRPGs! Let’s get started.

The Search Bar / Categories.

You can start by doing a basic search for a game that you already know about, or by searching for a keyword, like “pirates” or “zombies”. You’ll get titles sorted by “relevance”, so things that have the keyword in the name will show up first. One of the biggest downsides of this strategy is that everything kind of gets lumped in here: supplements, maps, expansions, adventures, character sheets… the list goes on. However, you can narrow down what you’re looking for by using the toggles at the top of the website. I personally usually narrow down search results by selecting “Product Type” and then “Core Rulebooks”.

One nice thing DriveThru has compared to Itch.io is that you can combine categories, so if I wanted to brows say, Gothic Horror Core Rulebooks priced under $20, well I can do that! My favourite categories are for genre, but another set of categories that you may find very useful once you’ve familiarized yourself with some games is the Rule System category. There are categories for systems like the Year Zero Engine, Forged in the Dark, BRP (Basic Roleplaying), OSR, and so much more. There’s also “other systems” and “any system” categories if you want to find something that’s unique or that can be used across games.

DriveThru also has a lot of games published in different languages, and you can narrow your results to see what’s been offered in your language. I think there are more options on this website than there are on Itch, although you might benefit by finding one or two publishers in your language on DriveThru, and then check the publisher’s website from there.

The Homepage

Another reason to check out DriveThru regularly is the sales and promotions. The top banner of the homepage will typically advertise a few things: the Deal of the Day, current themed sales, and special offers that DriveThru RPG wants you to know about. Their homepage also has Bestselling Titles, Most Popular Games Under $5, Newest Games, Featured Titles, and, if you scroll down enough, Personalized suggestions. Unlike Itch.io, DriveThru does a lot of work to show you what’s new, what’s hot, and what’s a really good deal right now, which can all be really helpful things!

When you land on a game, you’ll be able to see whether or not DriveThru sells physical copies, some basic information like book size, rule system, publisher & author, and a blurb describing the setting and other general information about the game. DriveThru has a side panel with “Customers also Bought”, which is great for showing you things that you might like, either because they surround the same theme, they work for the same game, or they are in a similar genre. (Another thing that Itch isn’t quite as good at.)

You’ll also be able to see (and leave) reviews for game, including the ratings left by other people who have picked it up. Occasionally I’ll find really useful information in the reviews, as reviewers might talk about mechanics they love or loathe, or recommend styles of play that they feel the game matches.

Finally, like Itch, DriveThru will let you know if you’ve already bought the game, and provide you with a download shortcut.

Publishing House Pages

Larger publishing houses typically have their ttrpg content sorted very nicely for you on their publisher pages, to help you find the things that you want. Modiphius is a great example, sorting Star Trek, Dune, Fallout, and their 2d20 games all in special categories.

Many publishers also have a Community Content section, which is great if you’re looking for assets, new adventures, hacks of a game system and some very reasonably priced (or even cheap) game additions. Similar to Itch, DriveThru has a Pay-What-You-Want feature for many games, although, unlike Itch, most PWYW titles require that you pay a non-zero amount.

Newsletters

When you create an account on DriveThruRPG, you can sign up for various different kinds of newsletters. Some come directly from DriveThru itself: this includes the Follow Your Favourites and Deal of the Day options, as well as weekly/monthly newsletters carrying information about new releases, special promotions, and (often) a free ttrpg product of the month.

However, on top of that, when you purchase a game or follow publishing pages, you can also get emails about new releases specific to those creators, as well as updates if a new version of a game you bought has been added. Often if it’s a game you already bought, this means you own the new version too - something that DriveThru has in common with Itch!

The Follow Your Favourites announcements will line up with whatever you’ve chosen to follow on the website. I’ve asked for updates about new Core Rulebooks, and I also get updates from the Onyx Path and a few other places where I found games I really liked. I also check the Deal of the Day offers fairly regularly; sometimes there are really really good deals offered and if it’s a game you know or like, then you don’t want to miss out on a sale!

Wishlists

DriveThru allows you to add games to wishlists to look at later, and even gives you the ability to sort your wishlists, although the process feels harder to look through than Itch does; I think it might be a UI issue.

However, because it acts like a wishlist, you can move games from the wishlist into your cart and vice versa, as well as move the games to another list. One really nice thing about the wishlist section is that DriveThru will alway show you when something you want is on sale, and how much it is normally - Itch does this too, but in this case, DriveThru is much easier to read!

I mostly sort my wishlists into Core Rulebooks and Supplements, because I don’t have nearly as many games bookmarked on DriveThru. If it exists on Itch, I store it on Itch - but there are plenty of other, “someday’ games, that I want to be able to find again in the future.

Your Library

DriveThruRPG has an app that you can download onto your computer or your phone, and it basically acts as a library that you can look through. In both the webpage and the app, you can sort your purchases alphabetically, from new to old, by publisher, by whether or not they were updated, and using similar categories as the search bar on the store front.

Free things can definitely be found here, even if they’re harder to look for. On DriveThru, most free products are things like character sheets, playtest games, or Quickstarts. However, some publishers do put up their stuff for free. Whenever I can get a Quickstart of something interesting, or if I find something being offered for free, I add it to my library. Free games are how I got started in ttrpgs, and QuickStarts are wonderful introductions to a system that usually give you a good idea of what the game is going to feel like.

Conclusion

Overall, DriveThruRPG is great for folks who like certain big publishing houses, and folks who like a good deal. I personally usually end up on the site because something in my emails caught my eye, which is the opposite of how I navigate Itch. DriveThru was my home base before I discovered Itch.io, so I still have a little fondness for the website, even if looking through it is a little bit of a slog.

One thing that might be a bit of an annoyance is that if you own something from a certain company, they might be able to send you a lot of emails for every sale and new product. If this becomes too much, you can choose to opt out from those publishers.

If you don’t want to have to actively engage with the website as much as say, Itch, DriveThru’s email system is also a big help. You can customize your subscriptions to match what you’re interested in, and then just check your emails once in a while to see what’s on offer. After a while you’ll also learn about yearly events, like the Summer Sale, which often provides big discounts on a lot of different games.

DriveThru is also a great place to start if you’re looking for print versions of games: I don’t know what shipping is like to places outside Canada, but I definitely appreciate that it’s an option, and sometimes all you need to do is find a game or publisher - once you know that it exists, you can google that publisher, check out their website, and figure out the best place to order from there.

[stellocchia]

Some more incorrect quotes for Color and Killer, now with the Bad Sanses extended family in the mix! (Aka, them if Color keeps stealing Nightmare's henchman)

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Killer: I am so cool. I am an absolute Chad. I am the epitome of coolness and awesomeness—

Color: Hi.

Killer: *melts down in a flustered heap of softness*

-

Killer, at an awards show: Well, first of all, I’d like to thank Color, the love of my life, for telling me Dust was going to win so don’t bother to prepare a speech.

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Cross: Self-care is suppressing all your trauma until it comes back and hits you in the face with the force of 7 very large trucks.

Killer: Mood

Color: Therapy, both of you

-

Horror: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it. And I started thinking. Like, it was just trying to get food. What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck?

Killer: Are you ok?

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Dust, skipping rocks on a lake with Killer: It’s such a beautiful evening.

Killer: Yeah, it is.

Killer: *whispering* Take that you fucking lake.

-

*The Squad is gathered in the living room for a meeting*

Color: *walks in and sits on Killer’s lap*

The Squad: …

Dust: Why are you sitting there?

Color: There’s no free seats!

Dust: But we made sure there was enough room for-

Killer: *hugs Color tightly* There are no free seats.

-

Color: But what about Cross?

Killer: Don't worry about him. I once watched him fall down 5 flights of stairs, stand up, and keep eating his hotdog like nothing happened.

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Horror, gesturing to Killer: Cross, look what you did! You made Mom upset!

Dust: Mom, please don’t cry, we’re sorry!

Cross: I’m sorry Mom... :(

Killer, near tears: I DON’T REMEMBER GIVING BIRTH TO ANY OF YOU!

-

Horror: Hey, Color?

Color: Yeah?

Horror: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?

Color:

Color: Where’s Dust?

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Dust: That shirt looks great, Color.

Color: Thanks.

Dust: But I bet it would look even better on Killer's floor.

Killer: Are you hitting on Color... for me?

[souenkun]

Pokémon Masters EX spoilers ahead!

Kabu likes to play TAG with his pokemon... and he's shown to have a much softer side beneath his strictness in pokemas too... he's so grandpa-shaped to me 😭💖

[jv-f1]

Family photo! 📸

Racer James will be making a return in July for the Goodwood Festival of Speed! 🏎️💨

[biblically-accurate-dca]

KILL!!!!!!!!!

[lottiecrabie]

omg i forgot that george fic was by you, i loved it so much!! it now has 2 supporters as i stand with that other anon

we have found a niche community of people who enjoy my george fic. stand proud!

[00fairylights00]

Hypersomnolence

Haha funny story, I was diagnosed with a sleep disorder in November after struggling with it unknowingly for give or take 18 months. Turns out I’m not crazy and falling asleep against your will multiple times a day is actually not a good or normal thing.

So permit me to write the puppet like a sap as I need this right now lol. Yes these are in fact all things I experienced but I am medicated for them now hooray!

One task, that was all you’d managed to get through today. You felt sick and heavy, opting to sit on the cold ground before your body made you, it was a battle to stay awake as sleep attacked you again.

It was only early afternoon and you’d struggled through your one task of sweeping, you were certain everyone at the hotel thought you to be lazy, even if they’d all told you otherwise.

You’d been sick like this for a long time, long before the petrification disease or the puppet frenzy, both events having a negative effect on the way you’d usually manage your symptoms. 

And while you appreciated the sanctity you’d been spared at Hotel Krat, the nagging feeling of needing to repay Lady Antonia for her kindness was not helping your case.

You sat with your head in your hands, slipping in and out of consciousness, losing the battle again. Usually, Polendina would find you, send you to your room to rest and that would be it for the day, once you were in bed you found it hard to do much of anything else. Which you supposed was good for your body but it made your emotional well-being an absolute wreck.

Lady Antonia had asked you time and time again to be kinder to yourself, to feel accomplished of the things you could do and that you were welcome here no matter how sick you were, and she would know a thing or two about being sick.

But, you had a bad habit of being nasty to yourself, and with your sleep-related illness only seeming to get worse you couldn’t remember the last time you’d spoken kindly to yourself.

You felt like shit.

A hand at your shoulder, delicate and tender shook you but it didn’t do much to rouse you. Your vision swam uncomfortably through the gaps in your fingers, your head being too heavy to lift up. Hands grasped your wrists, pulling gently to reveal your face that was then taken into those same hands, one soft and warm, the other firm and cold.

With the weight of your head now being supported by P’s hands you could somewhat force yourself to look at him. His expression was unreadable, as always, but his presence was a balm to your spiralling thoughts.

The friendship of Geppetto’s Puppet had been good for you, P didn’t care how tired you were he was just happy to see you, he didn’t expect anything but your presence and that was something you could give freely, tired or not.

He tilted his head in question to what you assumed to be your position on the floor, slumped over rather uncomfortably.

“It just came on, I had to sit down,” you mumbled, he seemed to frown, getting down on one knee and shifting you against him to pick you up.

With you cradled to his chest, he ascended the stairs. You burrowed down against his chest, relishing in how nice it was to be looked after. 

It was almost like the trip up to your room didn’t happen, one moment you were snug to P’s chest, the next you were under your sheets and propped up against the headboard. P took it upon himself to remove his shoes and coat and sit on the opposite side of the bed to keep you company.

“Sleepy?” P asked innocently, you nodded trying desperately to suppress another yawn. 

“I-“ he started, a thoughtful look crossing his face, “-want to help. How do I help?”

He gently took your hand in his own, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles. The astounding amount of care he treated you with was sure to tear you apart in the best ways, making your exhausted mind spin.

“Just stay here with me for a bit,” You laid your head on his shoulder, “I think that’ll help.”

“Okay.”

He mimicked you, resting his head on top of yours, pulling the sheets further up your lap. Doing what he could to keep you comfortable, a concept he was still trying to grasp.

“Thank you P,” you mumbled, snuggling closer, “love you.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to your head, nose buried in your hair, “I love you too.”

[lunar-years]

there used to be a fairly popular ot3 trope in the s2 hiatus (I think, or maybe it was literally just one fic I really liked so I'm misremembering, lol) where Jamie would get sick/injured and end up in hospital but he still had Keeley down as her emergency contact, so her (with an angry Roy in tow) would show up at the hospital and become his (on Roy's part, reluctant) caregivers until they all fell in love. I think the idea sort of went by the wayside because it relied on roy/keeley already being together and Jamie eventually joining their relationship, which is no longer the standard route to ot3. But! I think we should consider bringing it back.

[umem1ya]

what if. what if I did a whole post abt ex-togame what if.

[whack-patty]

Reporter asked if they were an ****item*****

[abbey-abdominal]

Things I think chaggie would do if they were New Yorkers:

— Charlie really enjoys subway performances and only carries around cash to give tips. Vaggie didn’t really care for them until she saw how happy it made Charlie. She also has cash now and started to genuinely enjoy it.

— Vaggie explains to Charlie that not every corner store is a bodega, but every bodega is a corner store. Charlie pretends that she doesn’t understand because she likes how passionately Vaggie will re-explain. They do this a couple times every year.

— Keekee was a street cat that Charlie planned to only foster, but could not bring herself to get Keekee adopted. She doesn’t foster cats very often anymore. Vaggie fosters injured pigeons sometimes, or she brings them to the Wild Bird Fund (they know her there).

— Everyone thinks Charlie is a transplant because of how fascinated she is with everything. Everyone thinks Vaggie is a NYC native because of how exasperated she is with everything. Charlie was born and raised in Lower Manhattan and Vaggie was born and raised in California. They never correct anyone’s assumptions.

[pallanophblargh]

Post-vacation clarity in the form of... word vomit? Sure!

First: so very lucky. So very fortunate. Grateful. That I FINALLY got to cross off a bucket-list vacation and see some massive trees and beautiful mountains. Everything I could have imagined! And it's definitely worthy of a re-visit, once time has passed and I've recovered financially.

Second: I'm so amused that my slight trepidation regarding the potential for "culture shock" was unwarranted. See, if you're a rather unsocial midwesterner schooled in the ways of "Minnesota Nice" aka Advanced Passive Aggression, you might be worried about venturing into more direct/easygoing/outgoing cultures. I was delighted to take a vacation from blatant pettiness and passive aggression during my time out west. And honestly? I miss it. San Francisco was pretty agreeable, all things considered, and I will make a point to revisit.

Third: I loved taking the train! And at the same time, I'm heartbroken for the way passenger trains have to operate in this shithole country. Please. I just want so many trains. At all hours, in every direction. And, if it's NOT TOO MUCH TROUBLE, for assholes to not drag enormous tractor tires onto the tracks. (Fuck you, Utah.)

In conclusion: I'm so happy I went, and now I have to go through my photos while I reluctantly pick up where I left off here. And yes, California, if I can, I absolutely will be back. Thanks for having us.