#warhybris

tbh im glad they ain't canon either

a sickeningly twisted curl of his brows.

What's a pc

smash or pass

‘ i’m assuming you don’t mean that quite literally, ’

while he’s still submersed inthe abundance of documents randomly scattered across his desk, he takes a moment to process the information, blinking once – twice – heavily befuddled with the soldier’s abrupt insubordination. certainly, he expected such snarky remark coming from anyone else but jack. ‘ what troubles you, my friend? i consider my approach fairly – unforeseeable. if you think you have a plan potent enough to surpass mine, then i am all ears. ’

Winks U called

“You need to relax,” An observation that would be plain for anyone to see, especially if they knew Jack Morrison as she did. Even as they lounged comfortably in his home, there was a tense set to his shoulders, a furrow in his brow that refused to flatten out no matter how long they spent away from the base. It was plain to see that he still carried the weight of his work with him, despite the fact that they had clocked out hours ago, and had since settled down at his apartment. Stress was nothing new to them, it was a simple side effect of running an organization responsible for keeping world peace, it had just seemed to accumulate even more as time progressed and Overwatch grew larger. There were ways to deal with it, their own methods of coping ranging from simple menial tasks that occupied the mind, to downright unhealthy habits which they indulged in likely more than they should at this point in their lives, but at this moment she craved another form of relief, one that had proven to work best for them over the years.

Send a 👫 and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship.

When Jesse was first drafted into Overwatch, he misjudged Jack very badly, subconsciously made him into the representation of every authority figure he ever felt contempt toward, the ‘have’ to every ‘have not’ he was ever resentful of, and for a solid year or so he maintained a steady, stubborn flow of rebellion and hostility toward him that was only held in check by his growing respect and affection for Gabe. Jack isn’t known for freely airing out his past or communicating his baggage, so it took a while for it to really come home to Jesse just where he’d gone wrong in judging him; that having parents doesn’t guarantee love and support, that having a hometown doesn’t guarantee having a place to come home and be welcome, that it can sting just as bad to know you should have had something but didn’t as to have never had a hope of having it at all. Realizing just how wrong he’d been about Jack - gritting his teeth through the humiliation of admitting to a mistake, trying to fix it rather than stubbornly sticking to his guns - was one of a handful of serious acts of humbling that marked a major turning point in Jesse’s personal development as a young adult.

And he did try to fix it. I’d say from about age nineteen going forward, Jesse genuinely, if clumsily tried to shove aside the presumptions he’d made and get to know Jack as he really was, only to discover - to his surprise and lingering, stubborn embarrassment - that he found him genuinely likable, even a little awe-inspiring. Because the legend he’d assumed was propaganda and bullshit actually ended up being pretty goddamned close to the truth.

No one would believe it, hearing it now, but there was actually a time when Jack Morrison was far more into vintage spaghetti westerns than Jesse himself was. The fact that he made the swap from biker trash aesthetic to OK Corral LARPer after meeting Jack is not a coincidence.