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Overwatch headcanon time!

THe TL;DR: The UN are the bad guys, Blackwatch was based on Talon, Overwatch was a propaganda tool and the Swiss HQ explosion was assassination.

At the fair founding of Overwatch and Blackwatch where we lay our scene.
Gabriel, despite being more qualified to leading the organization, is bumped into the sister-organization Blackwatch to operate underground.

The UN does this for two reasons: 1. The real heavy lifting was always designed to be carried by Blackwatch, and Gabriel is more qualified and 2. Overwatch becomes a face for the UN, and while Jack is a capable commander, he’s mostly there for show. Their golden boy.

This is not to say that Overwatch isn’t actually doing work and genuinely risking life and limb. But they are shipped out to the higher profile areas, literally leading children out by the hand on tv. Overwatch had one primary function. ‘You are safe; We are handling this’.

I think that Talon (or it’s early form) had infiltrated the UN. Blackwatch was doing the grunt work, but was increasingly turned to more serving the sovereign wants of the UN and/or Talon. They make sure that Blackwatch is kept under control, and have an agent that works for them within their midst.
Jack is kept in the dark about this and Gabriel is under orders to remain silent.

This of course creates a schism between the two. Jack thinks they’re there to save the world and be the heroes and Gabriel thinks Jack is too naive and idealistic, and Reyes is angry that he can’t see that they’re being used.

Then Blackwatch gets exposed. The public goes in an uproar. But no worries! The UN is gonna launch a super good sekrit investigation, ya’ll. There’s nothing suspicious about investigating your own shit that’s circling the drain, is there?
I imagine at this point, that Jack demands information, which Gabriel cannot give to him freely.

McCree leaves Blackwatch right before everything goes up in flames (literally). Gabriel, the man with the most intel, the person who can effectively sink a whole bunch of higher ups, is successfully assassinated.

Instead of emerging as a victorious hero like he has so many times before, Jack fakes his own death. Which makes no sense unless he was never meant to walk away from that explosion and the hit was meant for him too. He goes out on his own, undercover, investigating something as the jaded Soldier 76.

Mercy gets ahold of Gabriel’s body and resurrects him, but he’s captured by Talon because of his strategic importance.

McCree meanwhile is on the run, with a bounty that could probably save the economy of a small country and OH BTW. BEING OVERWATCH IS NOW ILLEGAL. Any of you assholes get back together, we are gonna lock you up.

Everybody that could have information about this is effectively driven underground and outlawed.
Aint that a peach.

But hey, the UN said that the explosion was caused by infighting. That is, after they amended their story from ‘there was no foul play’.

And why shouldn’t we trust the UN?

of course i’d still be upset with mark and steven even if they made johnlock canon in a 4th episode or 5th season. of course i would be. but right now i’m feeling better than i was days ago, and listening to my own belief and logic helps. performative anger for everyone else’s sake would only damage my own mental health, of that i am sure. so i’m sorry if i’m not upset enough right in this moment but 1. i don’t believe the same things i did a few days ago and 2. it would. not. be. healthy. for. me. but 3. that doesn’t mean i’m condemning anyone else’s feelings i’m just unable to interact with them at the moment. remember when ben c played All in z00lander? i was extremely hurt and upset. i was so angry. i felt sick. i was mad at him. then like that same week my dad had a heart attack and almost died. and i couldn’t afford to be upset at one of my few comfort things. so i got over it quickly. but i’m still upset. i will be indefinitely. but it’s just like that sometimes. sometimes you need to budget your emotions. and this is how i do it.


My animatic of a trailer for an imaginary tv show adaptation of Check Please. (More thoughts on the tv show under the cut)


Bitty: @anittybittyblog

Shitty: @checkthanks

Jack: retro ryno (extra shout out to ryan b/c he doesn’t even go here, he’s a friend who graciously agreed to help out.)

Lardo: me! aka @ericrichardbittlejr

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prompted by @howthisworks-caskett : A Beckett-Lily moment when Beckett wins her first Senate race.


Motherly intuition has Kate turning before Lily has ever finished asking for her, those wide hazel eyes searching across the group of campaign aides and volunteers that had spent months working themselves to the bone because they believed in her and her message. 

At nine years old, her eldest child is as precocious as her father and as spirited as her mother, but being faced with a roomful of strangers has Lily clutching at the doorframe until her tiny fingers are white at the edges, anxiety painting itself onto her small face. 

“Have you seen my mo–” she gathers up enough courage to ask one of the interns that rushes by, the last word dying on her lips when the college student doesn’t even glance her way, but Kate’s already extracted herself from her campaign manager and her personal assistant, crossing the room in quick steps to reach her daughter. 

“Lily-bear, are you looking for me?” she asked, her heart beating wild in her chest at the look of happiness and relief on her child’s face when she appears and kneels down to her level. 

“Daddy said to tell you congratulations,” Lily said immediately, small arms wrapping around Kate’s neck and squeezing with all of her might. 

“Your daddy is counting his chickens before they hatch,” Kate said with a laugh, skimming her fingers down the long line of hair that her daughter had insisted on growing out for the past year, the first time in her life that she hadn’t demanded that they cut it all of when it reached below her shoulders. “I haven’t won yet, Lils.”

And that was true, the results were official yet, Manhattan’s returns hadn’t even reached the halfway mark but she was doing well. So well that her manager had started focusing exclusively on perfecting her victory speech. 

“You will,” her daughter chirps, bouncing slightly on her heels with one of those mischevious grins that has her looking remarkably like her father. “But I have to show you something. It’s a surprise.” 

“A surprise? Well, how could I pass that up?” Kate said, tapping the end of Lily’s nose until the girl laughs, tugging on her hand with an insistence that is more than enough incentive for Kate to rise to her feet and allow herself to be led across the hotel suite to the double doors of the master bedroom. 

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your eyes are so bright i can see the light even when they’re shut.
sometimes i think about the sun and the moon and how sad it is that love is never for always

i hold your hand like something fragile. i understand icarus a little better now.

—  zenith, noun
the point on the celestial sphere vertically above a given position or observer. // s.z.
important fictionkin thing

(but if you feel this relates to some other type of kin experience thats cool too!!)

its ok if youre not exactly the way you were before
its ok if you like different things now
its ok if you seem like you should be someone else when you know youre not
its ok if you dont have the powers or the face or the interests and habits you used to
they dont make you any less you!!
this is a new life and a new world and a new timeline and even though things are different and scary and some of our old friends are miles and miles away or we might not know where they are its going to be ok!!! youre still you and youre also the you youve become in this life and you can be whatever you you want to be or feel that you are and its great!!
we have to be strong for our friends both old and new! the world is big and vast and full of possibilities so we should try our best to stay positive for ourselves and for everyone else even when its hard just to wake up and convince yourself to live sometimes in the morning
its ok!!
youre doing great!!!

Imagine if Harry were tied into a dare and became a joke for the boys because he was demanded to dress up as a maid (yes the short dressed and revealing kind) and had to personally clean for them. Except Harry took it to his hand when he began to tease each and everyone of them. Sometimes when any of the boys passes by, he’d stretch himself a bit too much as if he were reaching for something and the skirt that barely reaches his mid thighs would begin to ride up and reveal the ends of his bum which were cupped by lace underwear.

“Please back up,” Harry growled at the paparazzi that was surrounding you too. He didn’t want to get angry because then it would be on all the headlines tomorrow morning.
You both had thought that it would have been alright to spend your anniversary out on the town alone, without and bodyguards there for protection. You both thought that having a body guard there would make things less romantic but now you were regretting that as the paparazzi crowded you.
“Harry,” You whispered into his ear, low enough to keep everyone around you from hearing. “Can we just go home? I really don’t like this.” You were getting anxious because of the crowd and you just wanted out.
“Baby,” He muttered, his grip tightening on your waist to make sure you didn’t separate from him. “We’re fine, just breathe. We’ll be in the car soon and everything’ll be alright.”
He pushed his way through the paparazzi, while apologizing to those who were pushed away since he was a softy at heart.
They were all shouting such rude things and you tried your best to tune it out but you felt your lungs tighten and you were desperate for some fresh air.
“Almost there, baby it’s alright.” He muttered when you finally reached the car. He pulled open your door, making sure you were situated and safe from all the paparazzi before he circled to the drivers side and climbed in.
Once the door were locked, he sped off and out of the sight of the paparazzi’s cameras. And when he was far enough away, he pulled of to the side of the road.
“Are you alright?” He said, turning to face you, worry evident on his face as he held onto your hand .
“I’m fine, Harry, really.” You smiled. “Thank you for being there and keeping me calm.”
“I was just taking care of you baby, it’s my job.”