"I have what it takes."

                    You barely passed the tests to become a                                                   marine but you refused to fail.

When the second generation of the SEP was announced, you didn’t hesitate.

                                                              One of eighty people. One of ten women.

You failed nearly everything they threw at the candidates.

                                               Physicality, tactics.                                              (and you felt so weak)

But you were accepted anyway.

                                                   Heart, they said.

                                                                                          And your genetics.

Wires and tubes and leads run in and out of you.                                     There’s an oxygen tube running through the bit they put in                                                                           your mouth.

Breathe.

                                                     Don’t resist.

                                                                                                                 Don’t -

 You feel like you’re being torn inside out with every new chemical cocktail they give you.

                                                    You’re a wreck.                                                  You feel like dying.                                                      (But you don’t)

                                                                                       One of eighty, one of ten.

One of forty-five, one of two.

                              But you aren’t the smallest, the weakest, not anymore.

      You stare at your new form in the mirror, a foreign body with your face.

Paper Stars on Sleepless Nights

Fold a star for every good memory, for every happy event. A person loved, an achieved success. Eventually the jar you fill them with becomes a beautiful collection made from the little beautiful things.

Join Talon!Pharah in bed with this Dakimakura! NO IM NOT SELLING THIS TRASH 

idk if I’ll ever finish it. Here’s to hoping

Edit so I was wrong I am selling this trash hmu if you’re serious about buying one of those maybe??

Home at last

A sort of continuation/sequel to this post? I had fun making this ^^ 

I’m coming Home, I’m coming Home…

More fluff stress doodle stuff yes? Pharmercy reunionnnn

@twoleggedhanna​ said:Fareeha in a suit (or at least slacks and shirt) and flame shoes? Will send pics of the shoes I’m thinking of separately. curiass said:Pharah in a suit!!!!!! Hell yea!! 

“RGH!” her fist slammed into the training dummy again, heart rate up, eyes furious. Kali had been boxing with the dummy for the better part of an hour, sweat shining on her skin. 

“RGH!” her fist slammed into the training dummy again, heart rate up, eyes furious. Kali had been boxing with the dummy for the better part of an hour, sweat shining on her skin. 

Qing Long Pharah

OH WELL LOOK WHO BECAME TRASH AND DREW DRAGON PHARAH AHAHAHHAA 

oh man

Casual stroll through Numbani.

The young helix captain turns upon prompt, the conversation she’s had with her other two squad mates dying down when their attention was drawn to someone else instead. “Sure.” She finally settles on with a polite, customary smile, and sensing the turn in tone the other two simply made their goodbyes and left.

“Me?”

That was odd. She figured that the other had questions about her mom, or even Jack, but she came as a slight odd surprise. Why didn’t she include herself in the equation? Fareeha hummed, finally shovelling a spoonful of rice into her mouth as she tried to organise her words.

The young helix captain turns upon prompt, the conversation she’s had with her other two squad mates dying down when their attention was drawn to someone else instead. “Sure.” She finally settles on with a polite, customary smile, and sensing the turn in tone the other two simply made their goodbyes and left.

Damned if she was going to play shy with her half sister forever.

From her pocket, she drew out a folded image. Old and yellow and worn at the edges, she unfurled it with practiced care and thumbed the image before she held it out to Kali.

One of Ana. Her and her team. The corners were so faded they were in tatters. It was obvious Fraeeha has been carrying this around anywhere. 

“I wanted to know if you have any questions.” Her voice lowers in tone so that the conversation could be kept between them. She allowed a sigh, spoon pushing around the rice on her plate for a moment before she glances back up again. “About anything that you want to know about her.”