insomniac owl

anonymous asked:

It's me again with late night headcanons about the soft boys™ Sometimes they're both just really tired but yet they can't sleep so they make the amazing decision to go into town to get food. McCree was the one who came up with the idea and of course Hanzo thought it was stupid. Until he didn't. They go to McDonalds and then they take their food out to some open field to eat it under the night sky. They probably fall asleep in the field and then someone finds them there in the morning.

Hello soft boys™ anon, thank you for blessing us all with another sweet, soft headcanon. As a insomniac night owl myself I can see Hanzo (who i HC deals with it too but ya know much worse) probably really liking having something to do/keep his mind busy at night and that’s what really fastens the first bond between him and an equally sleep deprived cowboy. 
This, this i can totally see becoming a habit of theirs on long breaks between missions when the restlessness kicks in. 

GOOD.McSHIT.HERE.Y’ALL.

My tail of colored feathers
hangs matted
closed behind me

It weighs me down

In this wet darkness
I can neither
dance nor fly

This darkness
weighs me down

No one here
to see my splendor

My only company
the relentless rain

Together
we fall from the sky
toward the darkening wood

The leafy trees below
reach out to catch me
but cannot

Between their outstretched
limbs I travel
like a stone

The swallows
sitting safely in their nests
sleep the sleep of the oblivious
innocent
of cellular divisions
silent metastasis

Their oblivion weighs me down

Only the insomniac owl
watches ever alert
for the kill

My famous feathery tail-eyes
are folded inward
blind to possibility

I am falling falling away—
escaping at last
this monsoon sickness

sing me a raga spin
me a garland
oh earth
but do not yet welcome me

Show me the sun.

—-

Falling Peacock in Rainstorm at Night

Peg Boyers

—-

Graphic - Edward Eggleston

There is no stopping these bouts of nostalgia that will be more and more frequent in these closing weeks of the academic quarter. I suspect the enormity of all this time spent in academia will hit me emotionally sometime soon. Perhaps not tonight, not next week, but soon.

Grad photos are being taken across campus, I have my cap and gown (and an - eww! - salmon-colored hood), the jacaranda trees are blooming. It’s certainly that time again.

My tail of colored feathers
hangs matted
closed behind me

It weighs me down

In this wet darkness
I can neither
dance nor fly

This darkness
weighs me down

No one here
to see my splendor

My only company
the relentless rain

Together
we fall from the sky
toward the darkening wood

The leafy trees below
reach out to catch me
but cannot

Between their outstretched
limbs I travel
like a stone

The swallows
sitting safely in their nests
sleep the sleep of the oblivious
innocent
of cellular divisions
silent metastasis

Their oblivion weighs me down

Only the insomniac owl
watches ever alert
for the kill

My famous feathery tail-eyes
are folded inward
blind to possibility

I am falling falling away—
escaping at last
this monsoon sickness

sing me a raga spin
me a garland
oh earth
but do not yet welcome me

Show me the sun.

—-

Falling Peacock in Rainstorm at Night

Peg Boyers

—-

Graphic - Zhao Kailin