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GOD the whole "you're too young to know you're gay" when it's like how do you know if you're too young to be STRAIGHT... god...!!!! #gayanger

a 12 year old with a puppy crush on a dude: adorable, charming, aw a 12 year old with a puppy crush on another girl: Um Sweaty,, Ur Sexualizing The Children,,,

some meme i dont remember

ana amari was more than a good friend. much more.

the years blur together and widowmaker barely remembers who she was before she fired the shot that would maim her eye forever. she recalls long dark hair, gently aged features. a warm smile, soft lips. a tongue that spoke perfect french.

“ je veux une famille,” amélie had said. envious of the daughter that ana had, of her motherhood. disillusioned. holding her hand, head on her shoulder, wishing that perhaps things were different.

“ j’sais. et tu vas avoir une famille. je te promets. tu seras une mère merveilleuse.”

“ mais gérard m’a dit non. chaque fois, il dit, ‘non. pas maintenant. autre fois’.“

“ ne perds pas espoir, amé.”

she presses her lips to the top of her head, and amélie squeezes her hand harder. widowmaker remembers sitting there for what felt like hours, encompassed by both her own grief and something she considered to be special. something different, a stirring feeling in her gut she hasn’t felt in years.

ana was the one to first place a rifle in her hand. amélie had initially declined her offer, out of the fear, uncertainty. she never liked gérard’s work, something that involved the deaths of so many people. but she allowed herself one shot.

her aim had been horrible. embarrassed, she laughed and told her,

“ je n’en peux plus. c’est trop difficile. “

a couple years later, it was amélie’s aim that had taken out ana’s eye.

widowmaker doesn’t know what to say. 

  it’s sunday  you know what that means you’re right...

i mean im also game if she wants to join in and make out with me at the same time

Through the halls of the Overwatch headquarters walks a face eerily familiar. Not too lost to be forgotten, but just changed enough that it takes more than two glances to confirm identity. Agents that knew her by name alone were too unsure to stop her approach, and some didn’t offer a passing glance. The logo of white, grey and orange is emblazoned across her chest, and the blue suit that adorns her form is inconspicuous enough that some don’t even notice her passing. 

Like a poison, Talon’s control is dissolving into Jill’s bloodstream, dissipating with every step, measured to the droplet to last as long as it would take to find her. 

But Jill will have no memory of this. The first thing she remembers is tripping beyond the door of Ana’s private quarters, landing on her knees on the cold floor and spotting a fuzzy ponytail of blonde invading her right hand vision, like she’s watching a video that’s way out of focus. That’s odd -- 

“Ana?” She chokes, and she doesn’t know the last time she spoke. It shows, the sound barely a whisper, a reflection of a mouse treading on lush carpet. 

“Ana?” She repeats, a little louder this time and eyes trying to focus but failing miserably, like she’s looking through frosted glass smoked with condensation. It is then Jill realises that she can barely see, and she doesn’t know how she got up here, or where she is, just that she thinks Ana is here. 

jones gets salty // accepting

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

// I’m always gonna say this, but he’s black. Not white, there’s no excuse to draw him and Junkrat as the same skin color. No excuse at all. Seriously, there’s no ‘I’m not good at it,’ or ‘color picking models is hard’ a good artist will find a way. A good artist stops making excuses to a solution that they know they can fix. Whitewashing is racist. It needs to stop.

I honestly used to make those same excuses when I drew white people honestly. That was me just being ignorant about it, I got over it I learned how to do it. I know more about colors and different features in different people. An artist should see most definitely color and how it’s important.

Secondly, for his character. He’s not a push over. Yes is he like pure? Compared to everyone else he might as well be. Like I feel like (this honestly could be my own bias) that he is really what Overwatch previous and current means by heroes. I mean it’s said that he is exactly what Tracer means by the world needs more heroes. He’s a believer of the idea of the ‘Overwatch Hero’ he stands for that. He proved himself to be a hero before he even got the call to join Overwatch.

He will fight for what he believes in and he will always remind you about it so. I know some voice lines may or may not be canon but I take the ones between Symmetra and him to be canon. “What you Vishkar, will never understand is that people need to be free.” That goes in perfect tune with his lore and how is character is. If you do something wrong, if you hurt someone I’m pretty sure Lucio will be the first to tell you, that what you did was wrong, but that doesn’t mean he believes you are a bad person. He’s not a push over, he’ll be on the front lines of telling you, you fucked right the hell up. But that doesn’t mean, he’s not willing to help you. Which is why I could see him forgiving Symmetra and Reaper.

And so he does. Well, he tries.

It’s not ideal conditions, recent rains have left a steady mist across the Nevadan landscape, leaving only the grey overhang and depression that comes with winter in the West. Rain to snow, snow to sleet, and when all had stopped, the ground is wet, the snow scarce, and his targets covered in filth. They blend into the muddy grey of the foothills behind the ranch. 

He pulls the trigger, the wet SQUELCH of mud the only sound besides the disappointed sigh from himself, the shallow breath of his mentor. 

“You pulled too soon”

“You say that every single time I miss”

“You jump the gun every single time, McCree” she chides back, her hand firm on his back. “See the target. Feel for the right time, and then you let it go”

The boy settles and shifts, pulls back on the bolt to unload and resets, leveling the rifle to his shoulder. Breathe. She’s taught you this all before, it’s just another test. It’s just another practice. It catches him on the exhale, but his heart THUNDERS in his chest, shakes his hands. It catches him between beats, and he feels it slow. 

He pulls, and he feels the bullet shattering the wood behind the fragile paper.

She claps him on the back, rolls his shoulders around under the heavy canvas jacket. “Still a bit early, but you’ll grow out of that soon enough”

“Well---” he pauses, and looks at her, all wide eyes and prancing feet, “ --- what if we got a little closer. I ain’t much for distance but ---”

“You have to be something for distance eventually”

“I know, but ---”

“Ah. No closer, you’ve already proven yourself at short and mid-range, cowboy ---”

“Ten feet. You gimme ten feet and I’ll land ‘em”

Ten feet isn’t a lot. He knows it, he can see the look on her face as she considers it. A skewed mouth, crossed arms. A beat of silence. 

“Ten feet”

He pulls the bolt back again, and takes his four steps. He falls just short, and he raises the rifle to his shoulder. In the mist and the rain, ten feet doesn’t mean a whole lot, doesn’t mean anything. Ten feet though, gives him the mental leeway he needs.

His headspace shifts. The eye locks in, he feels the trigger give way.

Shoot, pull, repeat. Shoot, pull, repeat. The chamber gets hot, the muzzle smokes. Gun oil and gunpowder and fire, that’s what he is, and his heart starts thrumming out the staccato beat of his shots only after the magazine empties. 

Character questions!!!

Jack isn’t a man who believes in regrets for the most part. He doesn’t see a purpose in getting caught up in the past when it’s the future and the actions that are done that matter. It’s what he’s done in the past that shape who he is today, and he’s pretty proud of that outcome despite what’s been against him.

That being said, if he’s honest, his biggest regret(s) are not going back for Ana and Gabriel (he actually sort of did go back for Gabriel but he never sees this and it’s what causes him to get his jaw messed up in the explosion). They’re both incredibly important to him, both from what I see in the comics and the storyline I’ve developed with @pharahsmom and @veroire and their complicated yet really intimate relationship attests to this. It’s really through the former (Ana) that Jack realized just how much the three of them were close and how much Ana played into their trio that allowed Jack and Gabriel to function as well as they did. Losing her really did a number on the two of them and they split shortly after. If I’m doing my math right, the base exploded only a year or two after she was gone so it goes to show just how much she meant. And since Jack’s pretty horrid with words he doesn’t ever really get to express this until several years later. There’s not a night he doesn’t think about it and it’s both a relief and a bunch of other feelings to know they’re both still alive.