Overwatch Timeline

2015 Reinhardt is Born

2016 Ana is Born

2019 Torbjorn is Born

2028 Roadhog is Born

2038 Hanzo is Born

2039 Mercy and Mcree are Born

2041 Genji  is Born

2043 Widowmaker is Born

2044 Pharah is Born

2046 Bastion is ‘Born’/Omnic Crisis/Overwatch is Founded

2047 Winston is Born*

2048 Zarya and Symmetra are Born

2050 Lucio is Born

2051 Junkrat is Born/End of Omnic Crisis

2056 Zenyatta is Born

2057 D.Va is Born

2065 Reyes and Jack ‘Die’/Swiss Headquarters Explodes

2066 Fall of Overwatch

??? Mei wakes from Cryostasis

2071 Jack is busy being Soldier 76

2076 Recall

anonymous asked:

Could you write a captain canary fic prompt about what you think Sara and Len talked about when they played cards or how they started? Thanks!

 (Might be a little short, if that’s okay)

It was their second day confined aboard the Waverider after leaving Star City 2046. Leonard was down in the cargo hold, playing solitaire. No one else was around, which was fine by him. He wouldn’t have minded company though, except the one person he was close enough with was currently angry with him for dragging him away from the future. So being along was fine for the time being.

“Didn’t expect to find you down here,” someone said suddenly as he dealt out another game for himself.

Leonard looked up from the cards. Sara was leaning against the doorway, dressed in sweats. Her hair hung over her shoulder, damp and braided.

“Rip’s brooding up in his study, so I didn’t feel like going onto the bridge to play,” he explained, placing a two of hearts on top of the three of clubs. “And I was getting bored in my room. Needed a change of scenery.”

“Hopefully we’ll be able to get something else to do soon,” she said, stepping forward and sitting on a crate. “I’m getting tired of being cramped on this ship. Kind of wishing something would happen soon so we’d have something to do.”

“Careful what you wish for,” he told her as he began to go through the deck.

Sara shrugged and pulled out one of the many knives she had hidden away in her outfit. She began to work on sharpening it while Leonard went through the deck. As time went on, she started to watch him play, eventually setting down the knife in her hand. A few times, she pointed out some cards he could move around to open up more moves. 

When he finished the game, Leonard shuffled the deck and looked up at her. “Up for a game?”

“What, you and me?”

“You can only play one game so many times,” he drawled. “Besides, I’d rather play against someone for a change.”

Sara hopped off the crate and sat down on the ground across from him. “Up for gin?”

He smiled and started to deal out the cards. “Don’t try cheating.”

“Shouldn’t I be the one telling you that, crook?” Sara teased as they began the game.


anonymous asked:

i wish i would have known of you when your vouch for the losers zine was still for sale! your photos are amazing, I'm sure ill be buying from you in the future. thank you for sharing so much of your work online. do you ever look to cinematography for inspiration? a few of your shots remind me of some of christopher doyle's work.

thank you! i’ll have another one out soon. hopefully by next month or latest september. i watch a lot of movies so cinematography is a big part of what i do, but yes! i’ve been told my photos resemble some of the movies hes worked on(2046, fallen angels) A lot of my inspirations came from Asia too.


In a medium founded on expanding one’s imagination and perception of reality, no genre does it better than science fiction. We’ve come a long way from the days when Georges Méliès took us to the moon, for today’s filmmakers look far beyond our universe and into the deepest corners of our soul to reflect the current society. With the latest entry in the Star Trek franchise arriving in theaters this week, we’ve set out to reflect on the millennium’s sci-fi films that have most excelled.

The 50 best sci-fi films of the 21st century so far.

Arm prosthetic pt. 2

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Words: 2046

A/N: This is the last part of this fic. I hope you enjoyed it! I might write an epilogue but I can’t promise.


Almost four in the morning. Fareeha had a nightmare of being left behind by her beloved mother so many years ago. She sat up and stared out through the open window. The sky was clear, countless stars shined. Some shined even brighter than the other or the future from this ridiculous situation. Omnic attack there, omnic attack here. When would this hell end?

The black hair woman’s mind went through these kind of question when she heard someones were talking in front of her room. Their talking was interrupted by the monitor which showed how Fareeha’s heart beat and how she took her breath. She wasn’t able to hear all the words clearly but she managed to hear them roughly.

“Have you heard that?” asked a man his colleague with deep and knurled voice. Maybe he was Dannish because of hs accent.

“I’ve seen and heard everything since I was transported from Lyon, France. What is it now?” the other doctor was a woman with literal French accent. What did she know?

“I heard that dr. Ziegler has a crush on this Soldier 76.”

“You mean she has a crush on the saviour of Spain?” questioned the man as she put money into the coffee machine and pressed the button.

The machine sounded like it was about to blow up. Fareeha couldn’t hear anything, even the information she needed. After a minute the machine started to make coffee again as the old man put his coins into that. It was horrible. Listening to this at four in the fucking morning. But they needed coffee to make sure they would not fall asleep during operation or physical examination.

Before they headed their offices or to outside Fareeha caught something useful. The woman sighed loudly.

“But I’m sure she hasn’t said this yet, after all I completely see her falling in love with someone else.” she remarked to the old man.

The Dannish doctor maybe was in shock. They stopped talking and walked away from the machine.

Silence followed. The only sound Fareeha heard was her monitor.

Oh, so this is it, she thought. She wondered who was the lucky person. Maybe somebody else but not her. Even Jack would be proud because he got a wonderful woman.


Fareeha had had chrush on her since at the first sight! It was a love at the first sight. That sight when their eyes met, the hopeless and the hopeful, the warm ones with the cool ones. Man, Fareeha would never forget that one glance of hers. Curiousity, understanding with a little worry in Angela’s.

Why was she worried? About the first impression? Maybe she was scared?

Fareeha hadn’t known this since they met. She always wanted to ask about it but when they had the opportunity someone always distracted or something. One of the most embarrassing distraction where they had a great time at a pub, drinking coctails, wine, shots or beer, but there was two problems. The first one was 76, he was in the pub as well being with his friends. The other was Angela couldn’t handle that much alcohol as Fareeha, so she got drunk. She was speaking about everything, everyone, even in German.

The Egyptian, middle-aged woman didn’t know what to say or to do with the Swiss doctor until she mentioned that one problem she had noticed. Angela was way too drunk to think properly and she started talking about Jack, about how awesome he was, how handsome for his age, and how she could marry him. Not even close to the subject Fareeha wanted to talk about.

When Angela fell asleep, Fareeha took her home in the middle of the night, fighting her tears back. On that night she realized she had feelings for that woman who was five years older than she was. Her heart just broke.

She had gotten distant from her since the pub night. Fareeha hadn’t spoken to her until now.

“You got up early, didn’t you?” A tender voice was spoken up in the doorway, the lady was leaning to it. Angelic smile on her face but her eyes reflected tiredness.

“I had a nightmare.” Fareeha responded dryly to the most beautiful woman in the world.

Angela’s smile diappeared, walked toward to the bed and sat down on the edge. Angela’s soft hand touched Fareeha’s rough one. She sighed. “I know you’re upset about the past, but she was brave and fearless. She’d be proud of you. And I kno-”

“You know nothing why am I sad or distant.”

“Then tell me what is it!” Angela shouted and a teardrop rolled down on her cheek. “I’m fed up with your stupid game, Pharah.” she cried. Cried because she was exhausted and angry.

Everone called her Pharah, except Mercy, a.k.a Angela. She always called her by her real name or she gave her some nickname. Why didn’t she do it as well?

“Do you remember when we went out for a drink?” Fareeha asked quietly.

Angela nodded.

“You were drunk. And you started to talk about your former partner. Like, he was so handsome and nice and why he had to die.” She shook her head. “I still have that one problem or should I say that is just a simple question.” She bit her lower lip.

Angela looked at her in questioningly. She waited as long as she wanted to take. She would wait until the sun set down. But their time had price. The last and painful operation was coming.

Angela had spoken up before Fareeha could. “I remember what I said back then, and I’m truly sorry about that. I know what you asked but I can’t answer that why I looked at you with such a worrying expression.” She wiped off her tears. “Until now. I was worried about you. How would you react if you find out your mother disappearance.”

“So you knew that…” Fareeha looked away from Angela. “Why didn’t you warned me about my mother? Why have you been hiding this fact? Just why?!” Fareeha shouted at Angela, turned her head back.

“First of all,” Angela looked hard into the young woman’s eyes, “do not yell at me, I’m not in the right mood to start fighting with you. I’m tired and I have to be calm to attach your prosthetic succesfully. Second, I’ve not known that before Ana told me. She wanted you to be safe from the harm you could cause in yourself.” The blonde woman cupped her friend’s face. “And I did it well. You haven’t done anything stupid yet.” Angela put her forhead on Fareeha’s.

Fareeha looked into those ice cold eyes. They told Fareeha there was no need to worry.

“And I - “

“And you what?!” Fareeha was pissed off. “You love heartbreak every person you met?”

“No! Of course not! I just love y- “

“The room is ready, doctor!” Said an assistant in the doorway. They had already worn a mask and a pair of gloves.

The two women were still in position. Fareeha felt her head heaten up by this unexpected turn. She still looked into those eyes but in embarrasment. Angela’s head was deep red. The younger woman could see her doctor’s whole body was in red scheme. It made her laugh a bit just on the inside.

The assistant froze. They didn’t know what to do or say. They just left the room without any comment.

Silence again, just the monitor’s sound.

The sun had already risen up. Its shine shone through the window, light up the room. Everything was in yellow and orange. Outside the streetlamps shut down their lights, gave the sun’s room.

The adults hadn’t been moving since the interuption. Their no-talking-to-her was a pain in this time. Deafening slince was the worst.

Fareeha held her friend’s hands and took them off of her face. She looked at the monitor which showed her heart rating was as high as a bird in the sky. She blushed.

“Uh, weren’t they told you the op room is ready?” She told to the doctor in silent and shaky voice.

The blonde hadn’t said anything until she realized she was blushing hard enough someine could call her she had a fever and her hands were shaking. Angela took deep breaths before she could say anything. “Ah, yes, they were! So, are you ready?” asked.

“Yes!” Fareeha said in Arabic and saluted to the doctor.

Angela laughed awkwardly as she stood up and prepared her friend.

The only sound they were hearing the pain of scream. It was so loud even they stuffed Fareeha’s mouth with something - it didn’t work. She shrieked, grasped a nurse hand, her body twitched every time she felt sudden pain. The morphine-based drug dose they injected wasn’t enough. At least, Angela thought it.

They had been there almost for four hours but it felt like it was even more than that. This unending operation, not fading shrills and the heat was bothering too - it didn’t help wipe off the sweat in every minutes the doctors requested.

“Hold on, Fareeha! Just one more push and you’re free.” Angela informed the screaming patient.

As she said it one of the other doctor did it. They pushed the last piece of the prosthetic’s base. It was on Fareeha’s left shoulder, it took whole, covered the whole shoulder in steel. Fareeha had yelled once again before she passed out, her heart rating dropped and her breath slowed down.

All the people in the room tried to bring her back with more or less chance. Fareeha felt numb all over her body, not knowing her life was in danger. All she could see was her body outside and the others trying. It scared her but it didn’t last one minute and she was in her body again - feeling the pain.

The group of doctors and nurses were busy to hold Fareeha in life. They brought in the arm, connected all the cords, which served as nerves, and screwed it to its places.

“May I offer you to move your left little finger?” Asked Angela, worrying if they put the arm on to its right place.

Fareeha groaned in pain, shut her eyes. She tried to move her pinkie finger but it refused to move. She went once again, collected all her mental strenght to move it. The little finger managed to move a little bit.

Everyone relieved. Two nurses stayed to put an end to its madness the rest of them left, even doctors who helped Angela. They injected pain killer and other important vaccines.

Fareeha was tired. She just lied there. Beside tiredness she felt sleepy. It exhausted her. She murmured if it was okay went to sleep and then she was in deep sleep.

Angela stroked the black hair. It was nice and soft. She wondered what kind of shampoo or balm did she use. Or did she use both? If yes, then what order did she use them.

She couldn’t help herself it distracted from the actual work. The nurses didn’t bat an eye for them just making their duty to clean up. Put away the already cleaned gadgets and push Fareeha back to her room. Angela followed them.

When the two nurses had left, Angela stayed and sat down on a stool next to Fareeha’s bed. As she watched her sleeping, her head got heavier. She let herself falling onto the bed edge and fell asleep of weariness.

“I love you, Schatz.” She murmured in her sleep.

Fareeha somehow could hear that and she started to smile. Reached out to her friend’s hand and grabbed it.

They slept like this until someones woke them up and these strangers were their firends, gasping and ooh-ing at them. They made fun of the two women, like, how cutie pie they were, or how they acted like a married couple.

Angela got up and chased them away with anger. She had enough of them being such a child.

Some of them stayed and talked to Fareeha, who was glad they weren’t stupid. Those friends brought her flowers and food from her favourite place. After half hour later they left her alone to recover in no time.


2046 is a 2004 Hong Kong romantic drama film written and directed by Wong Kar-wai. It is a loose sequel to the 1991 film, Days of Being Wild, and the 2000 film, In the Mood for Love. It follows the aftermath of Chow Mo-wan’s unconsummated affair with Su Li-zhen in 1960s Hong Kong but also includes some science fictionelements and makes frequent references to the date ofDecember 24 or Christmas Eve, on which many significant events in the film occur.

Tony Chiu Wai LeungChow Mo-wan (as Tony Leung)
Li GongSu Li-zhen
Faye WongWang Jing-wen / Android
Takuya KimuraTak / Wang Jing-wen’s Boyfriend
Ziyi ZhangBai Ling
Carina LauLulu / Mimi / Android
Chen Chang…Mimi’s Boyfriend
Jie Dong…Wang Jie-wen
Maggie CheungSu Li-zhen

LOT Fic: Black Knight, White Knight

This started as a personal Legends of Tomorrow headcanon I posted months ago, about Leonard Snart, and Martin Stein, and a few games of chess on the Waverider. I recently reposted it and @locitarose picked it up and ran with it, followed by @larielromeniel.

So, we decided to turn it into a story.

It starts not long after they depart 2046.

Martin Stein is not alone in asking Gideon what diversions might be available on the ship, but he is the only one who visibly perks up at the sight of the chess set that’s in storage.

It’s a beautiful thing, really, all of the pieces hand-carved and lovingly polished from light or dark wood. It was doubtless beloved of some past Time Master who once served on the Waverider—although the box is now dusty and clearly hasn’t been opened in some time.

But that’s not why he smiles to himself as he carefully removes the white queen from her foam cradle and rolls her between his fingers, replaces her, pats the board reverently and carries the whole set out into the ship.

Continue reading here.

day 1 * hotel rooms

i made a fanmix :)
as you can see, this is referencing the movies in the mood for love and 2046 by wong kar-wai. i’m not finished yet, but there’s going to be a small fic explaining that (hopefully soon - sorry, i’m just really late with really everything this time).

there are only jazz tracks on this mix. i imagine daisy would manipulate some of coulson’s devices so that he can listen to them. she’d send one of them every now and then as coulson is staying in hotel rooms for missions and/or because he’s looking for her after she’s gone off the grid.

Special Delivery

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/29Cvnvt

by christinawithav

Simon is working late when he receives a very special delivery

Words: 2046, Chapters: 0/1, Language: English

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/29Cvnvt

badgyal-k  asked:

It's 2046 and dairy becomes very scarce and prices raise so high that average ppl cant afford ice cream, frozen yogurt etc..... So we just got sherbet.. Yikes or yes?

Originally posted by animatedtext

Mainly because if dairy becomes scarce, it would mean cows are on the verge of extinction. Plus, I love ice cream ;_; But sherbet is good too.