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Explosion at Overwatch HQ

“Blackwatch was suspended for a reason!” The desk between them seemed a flimsy barrier. This was an old argument and their voices rang throughout the halls. Just the Strike Commander and the Blackwatch Commander having yet another disagreement. “You can’t invade a country’s boarders on a whim!”

“I was doing what Overwatch is supposed to do! Saving lives, preventing humanitarian crises. I’m being proactive. We can’t keep reacting to events after hundreds get killed!” It hadn’t always been like this. Reyes and Morrison used to fully understand and support each other. Regulation and forced inactivity pushed Reyes to the breaking point.

“Well thanks to you and your criminals Overwatch is about to be disbanded! You caused an international incident.”

“Criminals? They are the best damn agents you got! They stopped genocide!” Reyes defended his team to the last.

“They murdered government officials! They should go to prison. They should have gone to prison in the first place and not joined Overwatch.” Morrison had made this point many times in the past few months.

“Those men and women are good people with exceptional skill that did not have the luck to have the wholesome Boy Scout upbringing you did. You even approved of them.”

“At the time I thought you could keep them under control. Apparently my faith in your decisions was wrong. And how many Blackwatch agents have gone AWOL now?” Jack frowned as he thought about the missing. “ McCree has not been heard from in weeks. Genji vanished months ago. And I hear at least five more have returned to the criminal organizations you were supposed to shut down.”

“If you stop calling them criminals, they might have a reason to stick around. Genji has a family vendetta to settle-”

“That is exactly the problem!” Jack interrupted. “He is a highly weaponized, highly classified cyborg ninja and you let him go back to that yakuza family of his.”

“He is a person, Jack! I’m not going to stop him from settling old scores. And if you did your job then those organizations I shut down would not have rebuilt.” Gabriel was leaning over the desk, invading the strike commander’s space in an effort to make a point.

“My Job is to follow the rules. Something you clearly do not care about. This isn’t war, Gabe. Doing anything and everything to get the job done doesn’t cut it anymore. There are stable governments now. Laws that must be followed. The world is at peace.”

Reyes snorted in dark amusement. “Peace? You call countless terrorists attacks peace? You call governments allowing the deaths of hundreds to thousands peace? We are not at peace, Jack. Not with weapons, human and omnic trafficking.”

“But we are not an organization that can interfere without expressed permission of the nation involved. We can present the evidence but we can’t simply impose what we think is right.”

“You know, Jack, the bureaucracy really did a number on your head.”

“No, Gabe. I accepted that the war we fought is over. This is a different world.”

“You know as well as I that the war is never over. It just takes a new name.” Gabriel turned wearily away from the desk, clearly intending to end the argument.

Jack was about to continue when he noticed that in the stillness Reyes had cocked his head as if listening for some faint sound just beyond range. The Strike Commander tensed. He had seen this posture on the battlefield all those years ago.

“Gabe?” The Blackwatch Commander held up his hand sharply to silence the other soldier. Then in a flurry of movement Reyes leapt onto the desk and shoved aside the ceiling tiles. “What is it?” Jack demanded.

“A device. Dammit. I can’t reach it.” Gabriel’s voice came down muffled before he emerged to grab the office chair. Swiftly he dropped it onto the touchscreen desk, heedless of the expensive equipment. “Hold that,” he ordered as he climbed up to start fiddling with the unknown device.

“Gabe?” No answer. Jack needed to know what was going on so he could get a plan in motion. “Gabe!” He tried again. Nothing but clanging metal and plastic. “Gabriel!”

“I’m working… shit…” the muffled cursed sent more alarm bells off in Jack’s senses than the next words. “Order a base wide evacuation. Now, Morrison!”

And they were suddenly back on the front lines of the Omnic Crisis. Jack pulled up Athena and the sirens blared. “This is Strike Commander Morrison. This is not a drill, repeat this is not a drill. Evacuate the premises immediately.” Athena captured the line and set it on repeat even as she announced the evacuation. “Now, what is going on up there.”

“Multiple bombs. Likely in more than one area on base.” Gabriel continued to try and diffuse the current bomb. After a few moments he jumped off the chair. Landing beside the Strike Commander, Gabriel had a pensive look that Jack did not like.

“Well?” Jack prompted.

“I’m sorry, Jack.” Gabriel said softly before suddenly grabbing Jack by the seams of his shirt and hurled him headlong through the window.

Shards of glass ripped through skin and clothing with little resistance. Jack caught a painful glance of Gabriel running to leap out of the window just as the first explosion destroyed everything in its path. Flames and debris engulfed the Blackwatch Commander, removing Reyes from sight. The blast launched Jack further into the courtyard as more explosions demolished the white walls of the Overwatch Headquarters.

Please consider:

Everyone looks at Peter’s sunny smiles and courtly manners and assumes that mischief isn’t a word in his vocabulary.

They look at Edmund and see his fleeting smirks and the way he watches the room like he’s searching for something and assume that he’s behind the… incidents that seem to crop up whenever the Pevensies are around.

Susan and Lucy roll their eyes, tell Peter that raging boredom isn’t enough reason to put pink dye in the shower heads, and thank Edmund for preventing his brother from switching the labels on the chemicals in the science lab.

you all know the american high school au isayama’s got going, right?

the one at the end of every volume or whatever, with goth mikasa and jock reiner and whatnot?

so, hange’s a chemistry teacher in that au, therefore let me give you a list of things i swear they would totally do in that au for no particular reason whatsoever

  • doodle over students’ doodles when correcting homework/tests/etc
  • tell extremely bad but also extremely relevant puns
    • ex: “so we’re learning about moles today and i think you guys are really gonna dig it”
  • blow up a piece of glassware in a fume hood because they thought it would be fun to put pure lithium in water
  • set off the fire alarm at least once a year to the point where it becomes a running gag with the staff
  • go on strange tangents after lectures with armin or some other student while passing out homework
    • actually on that note they’d probably also use pop culture analogies that seem arbitrary at first but after a bit of explanation, make perfect sense
  • add a gag answer or two on their students’ finals
  • show the kids their favorite-and-still-somehow-very-relevant childhood movie on the last day of the semester
  • resell food that they have hidden in locked drawers during lunch because let’s be real here american schools suck with their budgets
  • have the entire periodic table memorized just to show off
    • (it’s not that hard to do)
    • they’d probably also have a challenge where they challenge their students to memorize and recite it too and whoever can do it wins mcdonald’s or something
  • explain the nuances of sex ed on a post-lecture tangent because they find out the biology classes are just that bad
  • be that one really cool and fun teacher that like half the students still don’t like because they’re apparently “obnoxious” or something

votederpycausemufins  asked:

(about the bloopers video, and i know i posted this on the video but shameless reposting here) one take Jake.... wait... does this mean.... ANXIETY'S NAME IS JAKE?! *headcanon explosion or whatever*

Lol nooooo!!!! 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

I’m sad and there’s not enough hanahaki and Gabriel Reyes fanfiction out there. This is an idea I want to expand upon someday but right now this is the only thing that would come out from my fingers.

Talon team bonding over Amélie taking care of flowers, kind of (Amélie/Gérard and Reaper76 implied).

Widowmaker remembered Gerárd Lacroix coughing lily petals before he died. 

When she remembered how much she loved him, how much she would always love him, it was too late.

Amélie left lilies at Gerárd’s grave whenever she could.

When they, Talon, stole Gabriel Reyes’ corpse they found dead roses in his lungs.

Black, withered, dry.

The flower were thrown away and Amélie picked them up before they could notice. Before she herself could really notice what she was doing.


Years later, Amélie found herself watering a garden of blue roses, behind an abandoned house in Paris.

Sombra helped her from time to time, always suggesting to bring Gabe to admire how beautiful it looked.

Would he remember?

Would he care?


Reaper remembered feeling whole once upon a time.

Whenever he left blue roses, directly from Amélie’s garden, at Jack Morrison’s grave, he swore he felt like Gabriel again.

  • you: Reaper is Sombra's dad
  • me, an intellectual: Moira is... Junkrat's mom

There is a truth to be found in what Jack Baker says about his son: the family are not truly killers, even his boy Lucas.

There’s an interesting type of truth to be found in the statement in regards to Lucas. That he is truly not a killer, at least not at heart. Lucas has murdered, tortured, and has proven not likely to stop such things. Even after his mind has become clear, given an immunity to Eveline’s control from a serum provided by her very creators; he continues his actions with a heightened sense of awareness ( a loose fitting word to how Lucas perceives the world after being pulled from Eveline’s influence). He takes pleasure from his actions, just as he takes disappoint in the failures of the abducted. He’s seeking for something beyond the bettering of his own inventions.

Lucas continued his abductions of individuals, continued acting as if he were under Eveline’s control to make her believe that he was still under her control; Lucas is an exceptionally smart individual, it would not have taken one in order to fool a child, genetically modified or not. Some of his actions are pretending. ( Which brings an interesting point– Lucas had never wanted to kidnap the Baker victims because it was wrong, but rather because he prefers not to physically be harming. The harm that Lucas does is usually through a third party, or object, and even physiological damage but he does not physically assault. Even when faced with potential confrontation of Ethan Winters he runs. He has never murder with his own hands, rather his inventions. It’s an interesting disconnect between the player and the game master.)  

While her control over Lucas was short, it did not leave without any lasting effects. Lucas was already mentally ill before the arrival of the tanker. Even before being officially diagnosed he murdered a child by starvation ( once again never really touching, rather a death by neglect ). In some fashion, as a child, Lucas did not understand his actions; while he had understood that he had murdered ( going so far as covering up the murder vis-a-vis the ‘bayou’ in order to remain a guiltless party ), there was the question of why Oliver had died, a very brief question, but still a question. Shortly after diagnosed, he began taking medicine, but Lucas stopped. Factor in the childhood trauma from the physical discipline of his father.

Eveline’s mold touched his mind. It unraveled everything that Lucas had been attempting to keep under lock and key so he could have a 'normal’ life. ( A normal life that he does not base too heavily on his own childhood, although the basics of a father and mother in a nice house stick. He would even argue for getting a job, one that uses his talents to the fullest, although he was never quite successful for varying reasons. He’s an asshole. ) Her 'mold’ was a key to unlocking the pieces of Lucas that were held back; the violent, the erratic, the more meticulous malicious pieces of his mind. ( There is, as well, a heavy sense of PTSD that comes after being freed from Eveline. ) It would be wrong to classify this Lucas as a true Lucas, he is a very complex and confusing person, he does being a 'sociopath inventor’.

He lacks a filter. There isn’t something to keep his invasive thoughts at bay, nothing to guide morality. There are actions, like nail pulling and teeth spitting and subjecting individuals to his ideas; these are things that he most ardently enjoys, things that a little less than kind and more than disturbed. Specifically, there’s a reason to the nail pulling/chewing/ripping, as they grow back quicker and knows that he can not really die, it’s become a way of calming himself.

Yet. Lucas has his moments. The moments where he is helpful, where he isn’t an entire asshole. Purposely leaving video tapes which Ethan ( or truly, any other victim ) can find, leaving the photographs and hidden treasure caches. Lucas Baker is an observer of the Baker family, employed by the same B.O.W manufacturers that had made Eveline; Zoe is helpful, yes, but Lucas is the only one whose not under Eveline’s control. Now, whether Lucas intentionally left the tapes is another question to be asked, another secret that Lucas will not reveal. It is, all of the helpful things he has done, another way at keeping people from assumptions. Keeping people guessing, because Lucas Baker does not like being pegged as one thing. He doesn’t want anyone to have a grasp on who he is, what he wants, and truthfully most aren’t capable of forming a solid conclusion on Lucas beyond asshole.

In a way, Lucas invites sympathy. He has this childlike quality about him, and he can be very charming. At other times ( really, most of the time ) he can be quite repellent, because he can be remorseless and erratic and hes an indirect murderer, and you’re reminded about what he did.

Sun’s always falling
Weightless and free
Now when you close your eyes….
Just breathe….
with me…

let go… 

LET GO….  (of the way you’re feeling)
RELEASE…. (over and over, til you return to me)



Domestic Klance Headcanons
  • Keith and Lance love Mythbusters. They watch it together all the time and they bet on if something will be busted or not. Lance will often take a side he doesn’t necessarily agree with just to make the the episode more exciting (and despite his ego, to see the cute face Keith makes when he inevitably wins)
  • Hunk and Pidge like to watch it with them but after an incident where Monthly Mythbusters Marathon Monday coincided with Klance Makeout Monday, they always make sure to plan a different day to join in.
  • speaking of which, Lance loves to have theme days of the week. It changes every week to make it exciting but without a doubt, Keith wakes up every Sunday to a list of ideas for the week. Some themes have included, Taco Tuesdays, That thong th thong thong Thursday (one of Keith’s favorites might he just add, even with the horrific name of course), 
  • Despite the fact that Lance is a crazy driver due to his inability to handle the sensory overload that is driving Lance style (what do you mean, I could just not drive with music, Keef? that’s ludicrous I tell you!), Keith isn’t sure whether he prefers him in the passenger seat because he has no control over what his boyfriend will do
  • Lance is impossible to get out of bed however when he finally does get out, he is the sunniest of morning people, ready to take on the day. Keith on the other hand bolts out of bed the second the alarm goes on but is a grumpy robot zombie for a solid hour while being technically ‘awake’
  • Even though it’s not technically a theme or an alliteration, Lance’s favorite thing to do for Keith is make breakfast for him on Saturday or Sundays, anything he wants. It’s the only day when Keith doesn’t act like the world has betrayed him for being awake in the morning.
  • Lance is good at interior decorating, Keith doesn’t give a shit as long as he can find his stuff. 
  • When they first moved in together, Lance took Keith on an all day adventure to Ikea, Crate and Barrel, Pottery Barn, Anthropologie, you name it to let him pick out something big enough to keep said stuff, only to find out it literally only included like ten things other than his clothes. That day tested their relationship more than any thing they had yet to deal with. They are reluctantly stronger for it now and have tackled the obligatory Target, Bed Bath and Beyond, and Costco trips with ease.
  • Keith has a variety of weird collections, and builds on them now that he and Lance have their own place. 
    • said collections include: geodes that he started collecting in elementary school when his mom gave him a big amethyst for Christmas. 
    • band t-shirts. He has so many more now that he got Lance hooked on collecting t-shirts too and since they have a huge amount of clothing storage. He lowkey wants a t-shirt wall in their office like in a certain store that will not be named
    • knives, obvs. much to his friend’s chagrin. He also has a super expensive sword that hangs over their mantle that Lance gives the evil eye almost every time he walks in the apt. (I have a whole fic prepared to write about this, it’s a great story I swear). 
  • Lance is in charge of almost all the cooking when they aren’t eating Hunk’s tasty leftovers. However, Keith is the ULTIMATE SNACK KING™ . He always has the best snacks with him. He buys Lance special treats that he surprises him with on movie nights. Speaking of movies, Keith has very particular stances on popcorn and candy and he always has the hookups for anyone’s snacking needs. He practically grew up on road trip foods so its part of his nature to be Prepared™. 
  • Keith introduces Lance to a lot of great music, old punk bands, classic rock, alternative music, etc. (they also occasionally listen to his guilty pleasure music from his teens. Pop-punk was a good bridge between more hardcore stuff and what Lance typically likes). They blast Blink-182 when they clean the apt. They’re 80 year old neighbors love it. 
  • Lance introduces Keith to movies, classics and new. Sometimes they watch crappy sci-fi movies and have their own Mystery Science Theater.
  • Lance leaves notes and doodles for Keith everywhere. He’s a pretty talented cartoonist. Keith keeps all of them, even most of the napkin doodles that Lance packs him for lunch. Shiro sends Lance pictures of Keith at work, smiling like a dork when he unpacks his lunch. Lance saves those.
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so I’ve kind of had this headcanon for a while and woven it into some of my other writing and I think I’m going to add it here too.  You see, I was only veeery tiny - but I remember clearly the day Challenger exploded.

You never promised to come back.  Space Explorers, at least Garrison bred ones, didn’t at least.  It was considered bad luck.  And more importantly - it was considered too hard a promise to keep.  The senior dorm had a plaque on its wall, right in the main lobby and it matched the larger monument that rose, white and streamlined, in the center of campus.  The plaque was a list of names - of astronauts and explorers, scientists and colonists.  Names of the ones that never came home.  The names of everyone that had died out in the cold vacuum of space.  It wasn’t a long list, all things considered, but it was also an unfinished list and both plaques had room at the bottom for more names.  A reminder, just before you reached for the stars, of what might be waiting out there for you.  No one went to class at the Garrison that didn’t walk past the monument, or the plaque, multiple times a day.

How do you think Katie felt - the day they finally added the names of the Kerberos crew to that plaque?

and each time she walked past the monument in the middle of the campus afterward?

anonymous asked:

Can I ask how you think the gross music boys (and Charles) would react to their girlfriend/wife/SO cooking them food for the first time?

im just gonna say outright they’re all super used to the gourmet food/chefs, so some of them might be a bit dickish about it

Dethklok and Charles Offdensen (Metalocalypse)

Nathan gets a little embarrassed about how domestic the idea is. He’s so used to gourmet food, he might make a few comments about it. He eats it because he’s also a human garbage can and eats anything. All in all, he does like it, but he’s just a spoiled BABY.

Pickles also eats anything, because he’s got the munchies often. He’s used to the gourmet food, but remembers what it’s like to eat a homemade meal made by your loved ones. He honestly enjoys it, and tries to get you cook for him more often afterwards.

Murderface isn’t sappy, and makes comments about how the idea is TOO FUCKING SAPPY for him. He pretends to hate it, but he complains as he’s shoveling it into his mouth. The fact he’s complaining while eating means he loves it. He then complains if you /don’t/ make food for him again.

Skwisgaar has become accustomed to the gourmet food, and is very picky about what he eats. Unless you make a dish you KNOW he likes, he might not eat it. Deep down, he’s flattered you care enough about him to do it, but he has an image to keep up.

Toki gets all bright eyed at the idea. Whenever food was made just for him by someone other than the chefs, it was never any good. The fact you took the time to make a good meal just for you two? He gets so happy about it.

Charles may not realize you made it for him, at first. He’s so busy when he eats, he’d just think you brought him his dinner again. After a few bites, he’d realize the quality of the food was different than when the chef makes it. When you explain to him that you made it, he gets ever so slightly embarrassed that he didn’t notice. He thanks you for it, and- after a bit- would ask you to do it again tomorrow.

anonymous asked:

A part of this city had to be "cleaned up" so the streets were "closed" (sorry my English is not 10/10). Apperiantly Bakugou and his s/o were the ones assigned to the job, what do they do on empty streets? (Fluff pls, no NSFW) ((ALSO they're already a couple))

Sure thing sweetie, no nsfw? You got it! I hope you enjoy this, I enjoy writing about pop rocks! Have a heckin’ amazing day honey!

- Eclipse  🍋🍋🍋

💥 Katsuki would be grumbling and cursing the entire time!

💥 Even if you try to smile and make jokes while cleaning up, Katsuki remains unfazed, he doesn’t see why a hero as great as himself should do such “bastard minion” work.

💥 “Katsuki! Sidekicks are not minions!”

💥 He wouldn’t pay you any mind while you scold him, it was just another thing to make his day bad.

💥 Eventually you end up throwing a soda can at the back of his head, engaging his wrath as he turned, small explosions going off in his hands, the glint of a challenge in his angry red eyes.

💥The fuck was that for!?”

💥 Another can is thrown. Soon he’s just trying to avoid them.

💥 “What sort of a hero complains about work that helps the people huh!? You can be such a jerk!”

💥 Somehow, when Katsuki manages to get in front of you, he hugs you close, preventing you from throwing anything else at him.

💥 “It’s eating into our date night”

💥 The quiet complaint makes you blink and blush lightly, your arms moving around his waist slowly.

💥 “…Then hurry up so we can enjoy our date night…but I didn’t think you cared about that Katsuki~”

💥 Your giggle causes him to grunt and pull away, a very faint tinge of pink across his cheeks.

💥 “I fucking don’t! You’d just bitch at me if we miss it is all!”


I might not be the right one
It might not be the right time
But there’s something about us I’ve got to do
Some kind of secret I will share with you

I need you more than anything in my life
I want you more than anything in my life
I’ll miss you more than anyone in my life
I love you more than anyone in my life 


this is headcanon

Happy Together

They’re happy together.  Really.


Written for TenToo’s Day in celebration of our favorite MetaCrisis.  Honestly not sure where this came from or where it went, but I hope you enjoy none the less. 

~1k words, RosexTenToo, miscommunication, things not said


@doctorroseprompts @timepetalsprompts

They don’t talk about it often.

They talk, all the time, sometimes even about important things, but they don’t talk about that. Him.  How he can to be; what happened to Donna, to the rest of their friends after getting dropped off.  The full Time Lord.

Occasionally, one will bring it up.  The conversations are usually short though, neither wanting to dwell on the could-have-beens.

That’s during the day.

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