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What's Another Day? - Cawaiiey - Overwatch (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

“I am scared to lose you.”

The words rush out of his mouth before he can stop them.

“What d’ya mean, Han?”

hello hello i have a new mchanzo fic here for y’all after a long ass hiatus 


give it a read

People killing off emily to continue shipping widow//trac//er = not good very bad that’s a bad thing
People making tracer cheat on emily = yeah still bad you guys are BAD
People disregarding emily to ship wi//dow//Trac//er = okay that’s better it’s not great but hey I feel you
People that draw/write it as a healthy poly relationship between widow, tracer, and Emily: YES THERE IT IIIIIIIIS
Brokeback Office - Cawaiiey - Overwatch (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

CAWAIIEY IS BACK WITH ANOTHER MONSTER FIC this was a commission from @adorable-as-fuck​ with the prompt:  “ mchanzo with business man Hanzo who keeps running into McCree doing odd jobs and maybe them boning in the end. And Genji being a shit” so yeah i hope y’all like it, please give it a read!!
Lethargy and Good "Good Mornings" - Cawaiiey - Overwatch (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Long-distance relationships meant sparse meetings, and lethargy when one switched time-zones. Hanzo doesn’t mind that his cowboy is tired, though he lets him know just how much a wake-up “surprise” would be and is, well, surprised at what he wakes up to. 

HELLO IM BAAACK HERE’S a somnophilia prompt I got in my inbox that got me shook here *throws the porn and RUNS*

I haven't talked about the election on tumblr at all but yknow what I have to

I didn’t check most of the election results last night because I wanted to wake up this morning to see Hillary Clinton as our next POTUS. I sincerely believed that our country would be better than electing an idiotic, racist, sexist, rapist into office. That HRC, even with the email scandal, would come out on top, because she is completely qualified where Donald Trump is not.

Instead, I woke up to my worst nightmare. Donald Trump is the next POTUS.

Not once has he held a position of political importance, and he is, quite possibly, the least qualified presidential candidate of all time. He’s run his own buildings and projects into the ground so many times, and we’re expecting him to be able to handle our national debt? We have long lasting and standing relationships with foreign entities, and we’re expecting a man who got upset that SNL made fun of him to be able to be diplomatic with them? He’s a bigot and a racist and sexist and he has RAPED people. And we want him to lead our nation?

More than his lack of qualifications, we also have the fact that his promises and plans are against my friends and family’s very way of life. I am a queer woman. My best friend is a queer man. A good portion of my friends are LGBTQ, and my sister is queer, and her partner is also queer, and he is against all of us. Not to mention my POC friends, who now have to live knowing that this racist man is our political leader. The presidential spot is not just a figurehead position, by the way, it is a position with power, and we are now living in a country that is run by republicans, not only as President but also in the Senate.

Our lives are not going to get better. He has to make good on his promises to the republican party. He is not going to “make America great again” because, fuck, it never was. I fear for the state of our nation. I fear for my life, my friends’ lives, my family’s lives. I fear for our international relations. I cannot believe what I’ve woken up to this morning and part of me wants to go back to sleep to wake up and see that it was all a bad dream.

Fuck every single one of you that voted for Donald Trump. You have ruined our lives. You might not think so now, but check back with us in four years, why don’t you?

When America is in shambles.

Have you ever forgotten what you looked like?

It’s an absurd question, really, who would ever forget what they look like?
Our facial features are engraved into our minds, of course.
We are always able to recall the curve of our cheekbones
And the arch of our brows
And the shape of our face
Or the Cupid’s bow of our lips
And how pronounced our noses are
We could never forget that, could we?
Of course not, we wouldn’t, not now, not ever.

But I have.

There are times when I feel like I’m floating
And not that sort of elated, happy, floaty feeling,
More like a suspended in time, with no where to go and no one to talk to,
Sort of floating.
When all I hear is my voice,
And my skin tingles like stars are dancing along my flesh,
And my insides are the void.
My thoughts are sucked into myself and all I am is

When times like this come about,
I can never seem to recall what I look like.

Who was I before?
Before the constellations broke apart
Into a shower of shooting stars
And fell on my body
And used my skin as their stage
And then proceeded to dance the night away,
Doing flips and twirls along my flesh
And piercing me with their otherworldly heat,
Burning off the image of who I was
Until my skin is gone and I am

Who was I before?
Before my mouth and eyes and ears disappeared
And the sound that emerges from
My nonexistent throat is there in front of me,
Gently swaying in a breeze caused by my soft breathing
But it doesn’t sound like my voice or my breath
And my mind can’t seem to comprehend anything anymore
And I’ve fallen into

Who was I before?
Before my heart and my stomach
My lungs and my guts
All turned charcoal black and encompassed my being
And spilled out of me because there is no longer skin to contain it.
The thickness of it sucks everything into its void
And remaining thoughts turn to mush
While any remnants of who I was are now

And I make this sound beautiful
With talk of stars and the void and breezes
When, really, I’m afraid of who I’m not in that nothingness.
I’m terrified that I’ll never come back
And I’ll end up just
With no memory of who I was or who I ought to be
All of me just melts away into

I want to know if anyone else is out there with me.
Floating along right beside me,
But we can’t even introduce ourselves without any name to say.
So I need to know who you are now
Before I lose myself once more.
So we can lead each other back to something
And breathe easy again.

And that’s why I ask you,
Have you ever forgotten what you’ve looked like?

—  Nothing, Cade Walley
  • Gon: I want to become a Hunter to find out why my father left me behind to become a Hunter himself! (๑・v・๑)
  • Leorio: I want to become a Hunter to get money! Because a friend of mine died from a treatable disease when we were younger, and I could have saved him if I could have paid for the operation. (〒︿〒)
  • Kurapika: I want to become a Hunter to avenge the Kurta bloodline, who were slaughtered by the Phantom Troupe for our unique scarlet eyes, which were then sold on the Black Market. ヽ(`Д´)ノ
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  • Kilua: lol i thought itd be fun ╮(╯▽╰)╭