i didn't see you yet either

ridragon  asked:

Oh!! you didn't see the news? 10% zygarde is now officially recognized as a Pokemon! Scientists aren't sure that the mythical 50%or 100% forms are real or not (honestly I don't believe it either. how can five dogs turn into a snake??) they're trying to work on breeding more so that trainers can get a chance to raise and learn more about them! No luck yet though, they seem to have specific conditions. Only a handful of people have wild caught specimens, and those people are professionals.

What a time to be alive! Do you have pictures? Or video?!?

battlewhale  asked:

May I request a scenario where Hanzo and Symmetra and their s/o have a fight before a mission, and at some point they think their love died? Them feeling horrible that their last words were so cruel. The S/O turns out to be fine but the ANGST I THRIVE FOR IT

I’m posting this on mobile so I hope the writing doesn’t clump up on desktop ughh… I only did Hanzo because I couldn’t think of anything to make Symmetra mad but I will keep thinking of it and I’ll write it and tag you in it! This is my first time writing something angsty so I hope it’s despair inducing enough! I even put my hair into Junko Enoshima pigtails to call upon the deepest pits of despair while writing this. Please enjoy!

“What is this?” Hanzo’s words came out harsher than you expected. Hanzo, Genji, and yourself were currently having a discussion just outside Hanamura’s arcade, where your other teammates were getting prepared for their attack.

“He just wants to talk to you. And it hurts me to see you so full of guilt whenever you look at him.” You try sending a smile only for him to return it with a scowl.

“Brother I…” Genji starts.

“No, this is between me and (Y/n)” Hanzo interrupts. You and Genji both look at each other in confusion. This was supposed to be about the brothers, the only role you played in this was getting the two to converse.

“What gives you the right to meddle around in my business?” Hanzo walks towards you, scowl never leaving his face. You suddenly started to shake as he got closer and closer.

You remembered the time he looked at you with so much pride and love. Now, he was looking at you in utter disgust. His arms which were always open to you, comforting you during bad nights and warming you up on cold chilly mornings, now crossed and repelling you away from him. Even his kind words from just a few hours ago rang through your head.

~“I never thought I could feel this happiness ever again.”~

“I just wanted to make things better for you. To make sure you’re always happy! To make sure you never feel how you’ve been feeling for such a long time ever again!” You exclaimed. Hanzo scoffs.

“Nothing in this world could ever bring back my joy. Now I see that it holds true for even you.”

~“You are mine. I will protect you from everything that may cause you harm.”~

“You… You don’t mean that.” Voice cracking, you say to him and to reassure yourself.

“You mean nothing to me. What a waste of time this all was just to lead up to this. All this time I’ve been sleeping next to a snake.”

~“When everything starts to slow down… It would truly be an honour if… we could start a family of our own.”~

You knelt to the floor as you were on the verge of sobbing. Genji kneels down beside you, resting a hand on your shoulder to comfort you. You hadn’t even noticed.

“I’m glad father isn’t alive to watch me stoop so low. Though he must have been turning in his grave this entire time.”

“Hanzo! Think before you speak!” Genji chimes in, trying to stop the situation from getting even more worse than it already was.

“No, I am doing what I should have done a long time ago.” He says grimly.

“You, are not my brother.” He points to the cyborg.

“And you,” he stands in front of your curled up form, “I am not obligated to keep being polite to a companion that over steps their boundaries.” Hanzo scoffs yet again as he walks back into the arcade.

“He didn’t mean any of that (Y/n).” Genji says, embracing you as you sob into his chest.

Despite everything that happened, you still had a mission to carry out. Genji and Tracer immediately went for the backline. Hanzo climbed up various walls to get some shots at the objective. You were with Reinhardt and Ana at the chokepoint, with you dealing damage to any enemies poking the choke safely behind Reinhardt’s shield with Ana taking great care of the both of you and occasionally the others if they were in her line of sight. Ana had noticed the lack of fire in you today, she made a note to keep an especially close eye on you today and to ask what was bothering you after everything was finished.

“My barrier won’t hold forever!” Reinhardt’s booming voice called out. The shield cracked threateningly as it took on more and more damage. Ana put a hand on her healing grenade, preparing for what was to happen next. Unfortunately, she didn’t act fast enough.

The barrier broke and the enemy sniper shot you in the chest immediately after, not even sparing a second of reaction time.

The grenade did hit the floor, yes, but it was because Ana dropped it to catch you as you fell. She presses her hand onto her comm.

“(Y/n) is down. I am taking them back to the safe area. Requesting back up.” She may not be as young as she used to, but she picked you up as if you were nothing more than a sack of flour. She rushed back to the arcade and put you on the first flat surface she saw. Suddenly, Tracer blinked by your side, holding a health pack.

“She gonna be ok doc?” She asks.

“Hard to tell, I might need to call in Angela for this.” She explains as she investigates your wound.

You kept falling in and out of consciousness, every time you opened your eyes they met with someone new each time. Surprisingly, Hanzo was one of them. ‘Sorry’ was all you could hear from him but it astounded you that he’d disregard his pride for you, especially with what had happened pre-mission.

When you fully woke up again, you were in the infirmary back at Watchpoint. Hanzo had been watching you anxiously the entire time you had been there and oh how his eyes brightened when yours opened.

“(Y/n)” He wastes no time as he moves from his seat and hugs you, causing you to wince in pain due to the pressure on your injury.

“Surprised to see you of all people here.” You muttered.

“I was a fool. I let my anger blind me and now, I almost lost you.” Hanzo looked down. His words got your blood boiling.

“I’m not yours to lose!” Your voice rang throughout the room. His head whipped up and looked to you in shock as he has never witnessed you lash out like this before. You refused to look at him. “You made that very clear, remember?”

“I didn’t think you would get hurt like this-”

“So what? It’s ok for you to say those awful things to me as long as I don’t almost die after?” You say incredulously.

“That’s not what I meant.” He looks to you sorrowfully and reaches his hand out towards you which you promptly slap away.

“Sure looks like it. Anyway you can leave, my injury will heal but I’m not sure if the thing that truly hurt me the most today will.” You stare off into the other direction. Hanzo has enough common sense to know that there’s nothing that can be done right now, he would just have to wait. He goes to the door and says ‘I love you’ in his native tongue quietly, but loud enough for you to hear. You fight the tears that threaten to spill over as you keep looking in the other direction until you hear the door close and you let go of the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

He leans against the door as he fishes for something he’d been holding for a while. He holds it up to the light and sighs. He really messed it up this time didn’t he? Why does he keep doing these awful things that he ends up regretting? Maybe he should try to change his ways. But what if it’s too late?

He walks towards his room to continue brooding over these current events. Just a couple hours ago you were with him right on the very bed he sat alone on. You were holding onto him. You felt safe with him. You loved him. Now he can only pray that he’ll be able to see you without feeling ashamed. He looks at the object again and scoffs.

Hanzo tosses the ring out.

Last one wasn't showing up in tags so I'm reposting it
  • *Qrow and Winter are sitting next to eahother during another meeting*
  • Qrow: *Puts folded up piece of paper into Winter's hands*
  • Qrow: Pass this to General Ironwood
  • Winter: *Rolls her eyes and reads it.
  • Note: "Geez, you read this? Talk about nosy." *Picture of a less than flattering picture of Winter*
  • Winter: *Angrily crumples it up and throws it at the ground*
  • Everyone: *Turns to her*
  • Winter: I was, uh, just about to recycle that.
  • Winter: *Gets up and throws it in the recycling before sitting back down*
  • Qrow: *Puts another note in her hand*
  • Qrow: Pass this one to him-
  • Winter: *Standing up* General, Ironwood has informed me that he wishes me to present this to you. I have not opened it yet.
  • Qrow: Huh?!
  • Ironwood: .......very well. Let's see what it says. "My boss General Ironwood can suck a big fat juicy dick. Sincerely, Qrow".
  • Winter: Seriously, Qrow?
  • Qrow: I didn't write that!
  • Winter: Do you think anyone will-
  • Ironwood: Winter... I'm not his boss. I'm yours.
  • Glynda: And this is far too neat to be Qrow's handwriting.
  • Ironwood: It's not yours either, Winter...
  • Qrow: Give me that. *Takes it*. Here, there are ink blots at awkward moments. That's clearly faked handwriting.
  • Winter: No---but---wha---how?!
  • Ironwood: Winter, did you think we wouldn't realize this was you?
  • Qrow: Geez, Winter, I know you're sexually frustrated over me, but taking it out on me in these immature pranks is not the way to handle the situation.
  • Winter: *Past her breaking point, leaps at Qrow in a fit of rage*
  • Ironwood: Winter, are you seriou-
  • Ozpin: I'm pretty sure Qrow forged the handwriting.
  • Ironwood: But-----Yeah that seems about right.
  • Glynda: Should we stop her?
  • Ozpin: Oh, let them fight it out for a bit.
  • Ironwood: For the love of god let it stop.

anonymous asked:

Is Homestuck really that sad? I am at the begin of the series so I didn't suffer yet, but I really can't see Homestuck as a sad thig, it so funny and idiotic tha i can't see myself crying reading homestuck

hm, I don’t think I actually cried on it either…or maybe not enough to actually remember it.

The thing with homestuck is probably that when you reading it it’s..well, it’s fine. It does get sad sometimes, but it’s bearable. BUT when you start THINKING about homestuck and analyzing and just getting deeper and deeper into it you realize how much more heartbreaking some things really are.

Or at least it’s how it was for me.

Preference #6: He's Being Protective
  • Harry: Everyone knew you hated crowds, but it was inevitable because of Harry. With his hand laced in yours, he stopped the car. "I'm right here, it's okay, okay?" You nodded gently as he kissed the back of your hand that he knew so well. Thoughts raced passed you as you were swarmed. In seconds the car was surrounded by cameras. Your heart rate quickened and you could feel your breathing begin to speed up as well. "I'm gonna run around the car and get you." Harry spoke with so much understanding in his voice. He was secretly terrified that you would get pushed down one of these days. The paparazzi have pushed the other boys down before, what would stop them? When your door opened, all you could think about was the small space to move and the people crowding you and the overwhelming amount of noise and lights. "I've got you, just stay close." Harry shouted, staring into your eyes. He held your petite hand and pulled you along the sidewalk in attempts just to enter the building. You began to feel faint as the stench of strange men and fear filled your veins. Your step faltered a bit and Harry hadn't noticed. "H-Harry," you squeaked out. "Harry." He heard this time, turning to face you. He noticed your hazy display and carefully pulled you closer. "Are you okay?" He asked into your ear. After you shook your head, he gently picked you up, telling you to place your head in the crook of his neck. You did so while trying to catch your breath. Once inside, he placed you back on the ground. He still held you to his chest, mumbling "Hey, sh, I'm right here. It's okay, It's okay."
  • Niall: "Niall, you're drunk. Give me the keys." He crossed his arms all giggly and his face registered cheekiness. "Y/N, you're beautiful. Give me a kiss and I'll give you the keys." He puckered his lips and you scoffed, rolling your eyes. You indulged him anyway, gently kissing his lips. He had other plans, pulling you in by the back of my neck. "I'm going to pull the car around so we can get you home. Stay with Liam." He nodded slowly and you left him standing by Liam at the bar. You pulled the car to the front and parked, making sure it was easily accessible. As you began to walk in to grab Niall, a guy blocked your way. He wasn't super drunk, but you could definitely smell whiskey on his breath. "Excuse me." You tried to move around him, hoping for it to be that easy. It wasn't. The man put his around your hip and pulled you closer to him. "Don't touch me!" You brushed his hand away and tried to walk past him. He grabbed your arms and spun you to him. "I like a challenge." You pressed your palms flat against his chest and pushed with all your might, failing to get him away from you. An arm flung at the man's jaw and all you saw was Niall's enraged face. Even in the bad lighting you could see the red hue that had replaced his usually fair tone. Niall kept at his assault until Liam helped pull him off the man. "Niall baby, Niall look at me." Niall was huffing and his fists were still in angry balls, blood splattered on them. The man staggered away while Niall watched him. You finally got his attention by gently pressing your hand to his cheek, the only place the other man had gotten to swing at. Niall winced but let you examine his face. The music had lowered and the other people in the club had stopped for the most part. "Niall, why'd you-" "He was touching you and you didn't want to be touched and I didn't want you to be touched and are you okay?" He asked with all sincerity. You nodded and kissed him softly. You only then realized how frazzled you were. "Hey, let's get both of us home love. It'll be okay."
  • Zayn: "Zayn, it's my first time, and I want you to help me, pleeeeease" You whined, sitting down in his lap with your feet dangling over the couch. "Please," You whispered onto his skin as you placed a kiss behind his ear, sucking his ear lobe between your teeth soon after. He shivered and you knew you had him. "Fine, on one condition." He moved his hand further underneath your thigh, fingertips generously leaving fire under your jeans. "Hm?" You murmured, pulling away so you could look into his eyes. "I get to sketch it out before we go see any professional. I don't want them to fuck it up, especially since I'll have to see it everyday for the rest of my life." Your eyes lit up as his smile grew, kissing hard with hearts fluttering. You sat in bed all afternoon describing to him what you wanted, you laying back and him with his sketch pad and pencils. After two hours or so, he finally let you see. It was everything you had wanted and more, colors melding perfectly and lines so straight they looked like they had been measured and not free handed. "Wow, this is perfect Zayn." You marveled, eyes wandering from one part to the next. He sat behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and nose nuzzling into your hair. "Thanks sunshine. And I'd be honored if you would use it." He sighed lazily, taking in your shampoo. You couldn't help but smile to yourself and lay back on him a bit. "I love you, Zayn." You could feel him smile as he kissed the back of your neck. "I love you too, and I promise to be there when you get your first tattoo, no matter what."
  • Liam: "Okay, Liam, I need you to sit down and listen." You had been dating for a year now, and you've never been spotted together. There had been subtle hints, like when you'd leave his apartment building or vise versa, but no one had ever caught on. Liam had voiced his concern about showing you off due to fans and hate and paparazzi that he knew would hurt you. So at the one year mark of your relationship, you had decided that you didn't want to hide anymore. "Li, I really want to come out to the public." You sat facing him on the couch as he was slightly angled so he wouldn't have to crane his neck. You hadn't said 'I love you's yet either, which was starting to worry you. The truth that was still horribly unbeknownst to you: Liam loved you, but he was scared to. He was scared that he would lose you like he first lost Danielle and soon after lost Sophia. He didn't want the same happening to you. He didn't want to see you hurt because of him and he was scared to love again, because he had been convinced that he couldn't love someone and live the One Direction lifestyles at the same time. Whenever the public topic came up, he would always brush it off or beg you not to bring it up again. You had begun to feel like Liam didn't really care for you, but you just couldn't see the whole picture. So sitting here now, he could feel rage boil in his system, not because of you, but because of of his own doubts. He was mad that he wasn't normal enough for you. "Babe, I-I don't know." He would soon muster up the courage to say, fidgeting with his hands in his lap and his gaze staying downward. You gently placed your hand on his two larger ones and stared at him lovingly. "I'm ready for the hate and the fights and the angry fans, because I can handle it with you by my side. I want to be able to show off our incredible relationship in public. I want to be able to hold my boyfriends hand as we walk down the street. Please Li." You pleaded. Liam stood up and began pacing the floor, hands running wildly through his hair. "I just..." He muttered. You stood up as well, getting angrier by the second. Why won't he show you off? "Why? Why not? Am I not good enough for you?" You couldn't help the volume of your voice and you were a bit scared at his towering height when he stood over you to respond. "No, you're perfect, that's why I'm terrified to see you get hurt! It always happens! Good things don't stay in the public! In private, everything is good! I've never wanted to go public because I love you god dammit! I love you and I don't want to lose you!" He held you tight, whimpering like a little boy. You were honestly shocked at his words more than his temper. Liam has never gotten like this. "Liam, please look at me," You tilted his chin off your shoulder and there were tear stains down his cheek. "Do you mean it?" His breathing was shakier than normal. "Yes, I can't lose you because, I, I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. So much."
  • Louis: "Lou, I'm not as fragile as you may think." You were getting a bit heated because Louis wouldn't let you play football with him and the boys while you were visiting on tour. Little did he know that you had played soccer in school until you got to UNI. "Babe, you could get hurt or worse, get your shoes all muddy." He teased, always thinking that you were one step behind him when it came to anything physical. "It's not like it's an actual match, what's the harm in letting her play?" Niall spoke up, Louis grunting in response. "Fine, but if she gets hurt she's your responsibility." Louis threw his hands up and he ran to his side of the field with Liam and Zayn in tow. Your team was comprised of Niall and Harry. Being One Direction, they were able to rent out a stadium for the day to relax. You provided Harry and Niall with a quick intel of what you knew that Louis didn't know and decided that you were going to surprise him. You and Harry were on the field while Niall was goalie. Zayn and Liam were on the field for Lou's team, leaving him in the goalie spot. After a few runs and him seeing how much of the game you really knew (which was a lot), Louis and Liam traded. He was on the forward line as he got the ball, weaving past Harry easily and trying to kick into your goal from halfway across the field. As soon as the ball left the grass, you knew something bad was about to go down. He had kicked the ball with a strong trajectory, aimed right for you by accident. You managed to get hit in the stomach so hard it knocked you to the ground. Louis was the first one by your side, knees sliding on the wet mud as you clutched your stomach in "pain". Soccer players: famous for faking it. "Love are you okay?! I'm so sorry, so so sorry baby!" Louis had his hand on your back as soon as possible, trying to lull a pain that didn't really hurt, not that he could know. Out of surprise, you pounced on him like a cat, knocking him off balance and onto his back. "I think I win this round." You laughed, pecking him on the lips. "And look, I'm fine. I've told you before Tomlinson: I always end up on top." You laughed as you stood up, helping him up as well. "Now I'm headed to the showers, and you're welcome to join to make up for hitting your girlfriend." His eyebrows raised as he muttered a 'how did I get so lucky' and smacked your bum as he raced you to the showers.

anonymous asked:

it reassures me a bit that you didn't have your "first kiss" yet because i didn't either and i often feel bad because i see all my friends with their boyfriends and I often feel like im weird or not good enough in some way? because im so behind to them

i know i’ve spoken about this many times but just to reassure you:

  • there’s no ‘time limit’ for having romantic/sexual experiences
  • you shouldn’t ever feel forced into doing something romantic/sexual just because you “feel like you should have done it by now” or because it is seen as the societal norm
  • not having had any romantic/sexual experiences does NOT mean that you are:
    • immature
    • childish
    • weird
    • inferior
    • ‘behind’ or ‘losing’ compared to others
    • naive / innocent
    • less worthy of love and attention
  • people have a whole array of reasons as to why they might go into their twenties and beyond without having had any romantic/sexual experiences, all of which are completely valid

everywhere you look, we are made to believe that everyone has to begin their romantic journey in their teens. books, films, tv shows, etc, are filled with beautiful teen romances. friends left and right start getting into relationships, start kissing people, start having sex, and it can be easy to feel that there is something wrong with you because you are not doing those things.

but there is nothing wrong with you. these people are not better than you.

remind yourself of that when you feel down about it! it used to make me feel a lot of self-hatred when i was a teenager but i know better now.

A heartfelt message to brighten your day

You are a beautiful human bean.
I don’t care what you look like.
I don’t care what gender you are.
I don’t care if you’re diagnosed with something.
I don’t care if you’re that one person that eats chips in a quiet area and makes a really loud crunch noise.
I don’t care if you relate more to animals than humans.
I don’t care if you face the showerhead or not.
I DO care if you feel awful about yourself.
I DO care if you are socially awkward.
I DO care if you need positive confirmation on a regular basis.
If you are EVER in need of a friend to talk to, I’ll be here.
I have access to Tumblr most hours a day.
If you send me something and I don’t respond, it’s because I either didn’t see it, or I’m writing an emotional essay to try and cheer you up.
Please, DON’T bottle things up. It’s like shaking a soda can. Eventually, that thing’s gonna burst and make a huge mess.
You gotta get outside help to gently release the pressure.
Only then can things start to get better.

android-physics  asked:

🎶 -(Either Zircon or a gem Spinel didn't interact with yet your choice) -Mod Princess

( my god the song just, this is perfect. I know both versions of the lyrics to it XD)
Song- http://youtu.be/K42ED-7PWAo
Spinel looked next to her seeing zircon “ listen..After severing what fate had intended for me… I went beyond what I can do.. in a confined world covered in blisters..” Spinel looked down sighing a bit “I walk down the runway…Hiding that fact behind my smile..But you always saw through me…It’s the first time this has happened, so I’m at a loss…”