“Yes, yes it was. You know why? Because you’re boiling and I won’t have more of your self-sacrificing ass. So, suck it up and take off your clothes, you need a bath.” You put the pillow aside, watching as he clenched his lids shut, refusing to look at you.
“Move, (Y/N). I’m fine.”
“Liar.” You pressed, shaking him a little. He had to wake up.
He huffed, rolling on the bed. “Please, I just need to sleep.”
hey wait but merle said he left his family/the enclave because “they weren’t doing enough to contribute to the good of mankind.” he said they were too exclusive and only in it for themselves (”i’m going to heaven, tough luck for you!”) the very next episode, what does merle do? he teaches the people of fungston about pan and gives them faith and hope so that, even if they do get devoured by the hunger in a year, they “have some hope for the time they’re here.” and then he stays with them when the hunger arrives so they don’t feel alone or abandoned. anyway i love merle
Jesse, you don’t have to listen to me all the time. It’s your own damn life. But if there’s anything I want you to actually take to heart, it’s this: Find someone who is the lyrics to your music and the music to your lyrics. Got that mijo?
Band AU. It’s honestly my favorite AU that I have going on with this lovely.
It has become extensive story wise and I do not have the confidence to summarize it well enough to do it justice. oTL
But some context for these two: Hanzo and McCree are in a rag tag rock band and get to know one another during the band’s tour. Hanzo is the bassist and McCree is lead vocalist who also plays guitar. Hanzo is excellent at writing lyrics and McCree excels at composing songs. They learn more about each other, help each other through their fears and the ghosts of their pasts, connect through music and lyrics, flirt while they play billiards, cheesy lyrics and implied confessions happen on stage, twooter drama, lots of antics in trailers, and more.
Bottom line, we love this AU and it’s very dear to us!
Mirrorbright, shines the moon, its glow as soft as an ember When the moon is mirrorbright, take this time to remember Those you have loved but are gone Those who kept you so safe and warm The mirrorbright moon lets you see Those who have ceased to be Mirrorbright shines the moon, as fires die to their embers Those you loved are with you still—The moon will help you remember