It’s been great to be a part of a show which is groundbreaking in terms of being an American woman and being Asian on television because there’s people who don’t see a lot of that and I’m really proud of it.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Jack Morrison, Tekhartha Zenyatta, Genji Shimada, Hanzo Shimada, Junkrat | Jamison Fawkes, Roadhog | Mako Rutledge, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Lúcio Correia dos Santos, Reinhardt Wilhelm, Jesse McCree Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Summary:
This is a modern AU in which Overwatch is an undercover government organization whose job is to protect the world from the disaster of war, terrorism, and other threats. Omnics exist and are treated mostly the same as humans, with only slight prejudice. There are no female Overwatch characters in this fic, simply because I am not familiar enough with their personalities.
I finally finshed the first chapter of my 500 follower celebration fic!! Go on and check it out ^.^
((the last followers event i had was 200 so clearly i need to keep the hell up with this shit
((school just started so idk how well ill be at keeping up with the asks but ill try my best
((sO for the event here are the options
trollstuck - If you keep up with my RP blog, you know that I just got a trollstuck! olive blood! magic anon, which is v cool and exciting. However, it’s not really getting used much over there. But I’d love to flush it out more here, if people are interested. (though, note, if it doesn’t win, you’re always free to go over to my RP blog and spam questions there)
kidswap - I’m always a slut for Strider-to-Lalonde kidswaps. D Lalonde is something I’d love to plot out more and give more thought to. The snarky author with terrible books struggling to raise his future-scientist little bro.
young D - Some of my friends have already heard some of my headcanons for D’s past. I have D’s childhood pretty damn figured out. So, if enough people are interested, I’ll let you all ask teen!D questions. Think of the rebellious fucker who’s always got headphones around his neck and will climb to the top of the school roof just because you said he couldn’t.
kid takeover - Ask any of the little Striders any question you want about them, their social lives, or their family. Reasonably self-explanatory.
Miss Lalonde - During this event, we’ll flip things around and you can ask the Lalondes any question you want, particularly Alpha Mom. Alpha Mom’s known D since they were young, so it’d be the perfect time to learn a lot of things about him he’d never say.
Other - Any other event you can think of! Just shoot me an ask.
My favorite thing about cities has always been people in business clothes and sneakers. A weird thing to like, I know, but something about it just enchants me every time. Like yeah, my neon yellow free runs don’t really *go* with this pantsuit, but I’m on a mission.
I’ve always been the person to wear the wrong shoes for the occasion. Heels to a backyard party. Clean white chucks on a muddy trail. Omitting shoes altogether and regretting it immediately because the blacktop is way too fucking hot and suddenly I’m doing a weird dance and desperately searching for a patch of grass…. just me? Ok.
It’s a 12 minute walk to campus. I’ve been experimenting with alternate routes, but I think I’ve got it down now. Up a big hill, down a slightly smaller hill, turn left, straight shot up University Ave, up a trillion stairs, arrive at destination. Every day my feet shift and slip in my sandals- but wear sneakers? Or even a slightly more suitable shoe? God no. City people just really have their shit together.
Syracuse isn’t a very big city, but when you’re on campus, it feels like a microcosm of a bigger world. Everyone’s steps look purposeful. People cross the street before the light turns. I love it here.
Yesterday I was standing outside of Starbucks, tangled in my headphone wires, searching for my sunglasses, all while trying to balance my overpriced soy latte in the crook of my elbow, but actually just getting caramel all over myself and crying. A man came up to me and said “Hey miss…” Great, now I gotta find my fucking wallet, I thought. Most interactions with strangers on the street end with me giving them money or buying them lunch- I’m incapable of turning down anyone in need. In fact, I could probably pay for graduate school with all the money I’ve given the homeless. Except this guy didn’t want anything from me.. just an answer, I guess. He said, “If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?” Without hesitation, I answered Italy.
“What about you?” I asked him.
“Costa Rica. I like the colors. And all the skate parks.”
“Do you skate?”
“No, I just think it’s cool.”
And then just like that, he was on his way. It was so odd, but entirely wonderful. He felt like an apparition of sorts. For the rest of my walk home, I felt warm, and couldn’t stop thinking about what possibly compelled him to engage me like that. I couldn’t figure it out, but I was grateful for it anyway. I don’t think it’s possible to know where our influence stops.
I’ve been living in Syracuse for one year today. If I saw him again, I might change my answer. There’s a painted bridge downtown that says, in big yellow block letters, NOW THAT WE ARE HERE, NOWHERE ELSE MATTERS.
Some days, I think that’s true. Today is one of those days.