archer thoughts

a thing I drew for my own au lol cause I’m way too deep in it

I’m bad at lighting but idc

ah fun fact tho this part of the actual fic hasn’t been posted yet and I don’t remember…when this happens but we’ll get there eventually I just really wanted to draw the boys taking a nap after writing this part

Enterprise Texting Headcanons

Archer: texts like a dad. He always ALWAYS signs his texts. He’s a slow texter too. Uses basic abbreviations like “lol” but doesn’t know many others. Uses the =] smiley.

T'Pol: either sends sparse texts without enough information or texts that are way too detailed. You can ask her a simple question and get a flood of 20+ texts in explicit scientific detail. Uses no smileys or emojis but uses excessive scientific abbreviations that no one but Trip can understand.

Trip: an unintelligible mess of ALL CAPS and emojis 😏 and (=゚ω゚)ノ all kinds of cute things. Uses so many abbreviations that tbh no1 gets it smh and also uses outdated abbreviations like rofl and roflmao. Sometimes sends rage texts (ALL CAPS!!), but always apologizes later.

Hoshi: perfect grammar and spelling and lots of emojis 💕she usually texts back promptly. Tries to explain some text lingo to Archer but with no success.

Reed: doesn’t text back until several days later, or not at all. Sends one word texts like “k”. Doesn’t know what emojis are.

Mayweather: is always texting his family and random members of the crew that no one else seems to know. Always smiles at his phone when he gets texts. Only Archer and Hoshi have his number. He sends and receives more texts than anyone else. Has been known to still use “XD”.

Phlox: enjoys emojis a bit too much 😄😄😄😄😄😄😄 LiKeS tYpInG lIkE tHiS. Uses many exclamation points!!!!!!!!!!!

My Thoughts On "In the Eye Abides the Heart"

This video chat is probably the closest we’ll get to Aria being A.D. (Boo) so I’ll take it. I'love double take Ezra going to jail.

Good catching yourself Spencer that you wouldn’t have known Rollins/Dunhill was dead until the finger popped up…

Aria always had it easier than the other girls and A.D. seems overly eager to work with her. If she had the twin it would make me insanely happy.

Whoever A.D. is they must know Aria pretty intimately to be able to see it in her eyes when she’s lying..cough*cough Ezra….

Marlene I’m gonna need you to be a tad more specific than A.D.’s motive being “everything”.

Those comic drawings are pretty good. Does that mean Lucas could’ve drawn the pictures we think Bethany drew?

Spencer and Mary are literally sending each other messages in a bottle.🤦🏻‍♀️

A was always 5 steps ahead of the Liars. So if A.D. Is legit learning things from Aria this A sucks.

A.D. is a magician!!! 🎩

Who has access to those lockers? Ali, Paige, Emily and the high schooler who is Ali 2.0 (I can’t remember her name bc that’s how boring I find new characters).

Can someone tell me the point of “stopping” the game? If A.D. wants the girls to take their turn and they refuse, there’s a consequence. A.D. can still use these consequences to force the girls to do things even without the game.

Can’t Ezra just drive to Maine? 🤔

Not for nothing but all of Ezra’s girlfriends get kidnapped.

Aria should’ve looked in that bag bc guaranteed there was an Aria mask in it.

What the fuckety fuck Paige?

So we definitely just met Spencer’s twin right?

Um idk Ezra maybe it would occur to you to tell Aria?!? Or write it down for your next “book”…

Why is Ali thanking Emily for trusting her? Bc we shouldn’t and for all we know that baby isn’t Emily’s? Even though I think it is bc Marlene thinks this storyline is a “romantic” way to bring Emison together.

Dear God I want to see what’s in Arias file. Or maybe I don’t because it’s bound to be a let down?

This episode wasn’t as slow moving as I thought it would be. However, this most definitely doesn’t feel like the last few episodes of the “season of answers”. So in the infamous words of Paige and Emily: Nobody wanted this. Somebody did (MARLENE 😠). They just didn’t ask any of us.

LOL thanks for reading! ✌🏼

anonymous asked:

Hanzo and his crush or s/o taking a peaceful walk by the cherry blossom trees and when they stop, Hanzo gets in a cheesy mood and picks one to put in their hair?

Pale Comparison 

Originally posted by gxnjishimada

A/N: Hello yes, I love sappy Hanzo.

Hanzo remembers the first time he met you.

You were meek and silent. An awkward smile at greeting faces and a low voiced introduction to match. He shouldn’t have been as surprised as to why you chose him to befriend. He was one of the few who would not force conversation, preferring to remain silent unless spoken to. There had been times where he had tried to pass you to Genji, or any of the others to be honest, but having grown accustomed to your presence. It felt almost wrong to not have you with him.

It was inevitable that he would have fallen for you as hard as he did. You had begun speaking to him more over time and he to you. A mutual share of knowledge and facts over the little common ground shared between the two. It had taken you both some time until what was acquaintances bloomed into a healthy friendship. And, in his case, a crush on someone as lovely as you.

A relieved sigh brings the archer back from his thoughts. “I’m glad we were able to finish that mission pretty quickly, don’t you think?” Hanzo looks you over, the ease of your shoulders telling him you’re relaxed in his presence. He hums.

“Happy to rid of me so fast?” The Shimada asks, raising an eyebrow while watching you from the corners of his eyes. He can see where the words process through your head, as your body stiffens slightly.

“What? No!” You turn your body towards him, hands waving in urgency. “I didn’t mean it like that at all, Hanzo. I like hanging out with you!” For a moment you’re worried, hoping you haven’t upset him. That is, until you notice a playful smile teetering at the ends of his lips. You frown, face falling. “Oh ha ha, Hanzo. Very funny.”

“The look on your face was amusing, yes.” He chuckles lightly into his fist. You shake your head.

“You’re awful.” You jab at his shoulder.

He takes of hold of it, a mock look of hurt. “You wound me.”

You roll your eyes. “Yes ,well, you had me worried for a second there.”  He chuckles once more offering apologies to which you hum at dismissively.  

A silence falls over as the sun beings to set on the horizon of Hanamura. The streets are starting to slow, as the day crowd diminishes and the night crowd has yet to come out. Your paces are matched, steps falling in unison as you watch at your feet. Allowing Hanzo to lead the way back to the hide out.

“This way.” Hanzo says, placing a hand at your bicep to catch your attention. There’s a flash of confusion on your face knowing that isn’t the way back but Hanzo assures you. “Trust me.”

He takes you through a dense alley in order to reach a different street. A group of people wait for the light to change, the crowd seeming a bit intimidating as Hanzo walks in with no difficulty. You grab at his sleeve, making sure not to lose him. He, however, takes your hand to hold in his.

“I don’t want to lose you.” He explains, his grip tightening for just a moment. You nod, holding on to his hand and standing closely next to him. The light changes and he pulls you along with the crowd.

The first thing you notice is the smell. Its earthy unlike the smell of the street corners and sidewalks. He pulls you away from the crowd, taking to a different stone walkway from the rest. You’re in a park, it seems.

“My mother used to bring me here when I was younger.” He begins. “The cherry blossoms around this year are in full bloom and have yet to fall.” He stops in front of you, brown eyes gently looking to yours. “Look.” He moves out of the way and you see the rows of cherry blossoms lined up on either side.

You’re eyes widen in amazement. Hanzo motions you forward and your steps fall not far off from his. Your eyes dart around taking in the scenery as you enter deeper into the arch way of flora that surrounds you both.  It looks never ending from where you stand.

The way the pastel skylight hits just right as the flowers sway with the wind.  The smell of nature and the coziness of Hanzo’s hand all adds to the grandeur of this detour. It’s almost magical.

He stops for a moment, his hand leaving yours as he reaches to an overhanging branch. Carefully, he pulls it down, picking off a perfectly bloomed cherry blossom from the branch before letting it go. He turns to you, a dust of pink prominent on the highs of his cheeks as he approaches you.

You can feel the heat on your face as his hand tucks a bit of hair behind your ears. He is gentle as he places the flower in your hair, adjusting it to make sure it does not fall. When Hanzo is done, he takes a step back in order to look over your features. You shyly meet his eyes.

“A shame these blossoms hold such pale comparison to the one before me.” He motions to move his hand in yours once more. His grasp in gently and warm, the look he holds for you just the same. “For you are the most beautiful one here.” He chuckles in amusement when you remain silent, having been left speechless. “You’re as red as a cherry.”

You huff, “Well when you say and do things like that how can I not be!”

He laughs, its unguarded and loud. A rumble in his chest as he holds your hand while doing so. You shake your head, happy to see him show you a rare side of him. “Forgive me,” He brings himself to a calm expression. “It just felt right to say something such as that.”

You pucker your lips. “Why do you love to tease me so?”

“Perhaps it is because I like you.” He opts, watching you from the corner of his eyes. He begins walking, to what you assume, is the end of the pathway. You look over to him, surprised. With your free hand, you touch at the flower. Feeling the softness of the petals between your fingertips with care. Hanzo watches you, the glow of your face as the sun sets and the lanterns cascade over you. His chest thumps, heart racing as you smile to yourself before looking back at him. “Or perhaps it is because you are easy to fluster.”

You pout, arm dropping back to your side. “Jerk.“

He tugs at you slightly.  “We should return back to the hotel.”

“Yeah, it’s getting late.” His hand remains in yours as you swing them between you. The walk to the end takes of the park takes only a few moments. A comfortable silence falls between the two of you as he directs you on where to go. Night has fallen over the city and the neon lights single the beginning of a different side of Hanamura.

When you make it back to the safehouse, you thank him. A gentle kiss planting itself at the top of his forehead while his hands are occupied at loosening the tie that holds his hair. Immediately, you can see redness spread across his face after doing so. Silky strands falling to frame his face as he launches into a coughing fit. You giggle, jokingly asking if he is sure it’s you who is easily flustered.

me, fretting about the characterization on enterprise: who is malcolm reed. what is he like as a person. i don’t feel that i know him as i do the others.

the entire cast of enterprise this episode: who is malcolm reed. what is he like as a person. i don’t feel that i know him as i do the others.

me: oh okay carry on

Artemis has always fascinated me a lot (maybe because I have a thing for girls who are wonderfully skilled archers, idk). Also, even thought she’s the emblem of chastity, I’m pretty sure she’s gay (????)

Anyway she, together with Athena, is like a big sister to Kore/Persephone (well, they’re actually step-sisters, so we’re good).

"How do you want to die?"

“How do you want to die?” An odd question, the archer thought, given that he and the gunslinger were not close by any meaning of the word.

“With my honor.” The archer replied.

Some months later, McCree asked “How do you want to die?”

Again, Shimada thought this an odd question, but because he could feel the weight in his friend’s voice when asking.

“Among my loved ones.” Shimada replied.

“How do you want to die, Hanzo?” Jesse asked, sleep in his voice, a tired smile pressed against Hanzo’s forehead.

“With you.” Hanzo replied. His words just as soft, arms pulling Jesse closer to him in bed.

Years later, husband stood before husband. “You never told me how you wanted to die… I know this was not how you wanted to go.” The remaining husband dusts off the grave, his fingers tracing the name he loves so much. “Jesse McCree”

Dead-eye comes at a price, a final mark. One that never misses.

  • Pam: But wait. Why are you telling me your plan to NOT make Lana jealous?
  • Archer: I dunno, I... Oh my God, Pam! I think you might be my best friend.
  • Pam: *hugs Archer* You're MY best friend!
  • Archer: What about Cheryl?
  • Pam: You're my second best friend! Oh, my God...
  • Archer: What?
  • Pam: Eh, by now I thought I'd be doing a lot better in the ol' friend department.
  • Archer: I thought by now I'd be dead.
  • Pam: Well... Day's not over.
  • Archer: Right?