man sometimes i try

Based on @paperficwriter‘s Genos headcanon(s)!

overwatch starters

 i play to win.  
❝  this is my curse. ❞ 
❝  wait for me! ❞ 
❝  your mother would’ve been proud of you. ❞
❝  let us hope for a different outcome. ❞ 
❝  sorry it’s such a mess in here. i-i wasn’t expecting company. ❞
❝  this is going to make you feel better. ❞
❝  the true enemy of humanity is disorder. ❞ 
❝  a steady blade balances the soul. ❞ 
❝  this is just like old times. ❞ 
❝  even here i feel an outcast. ❞ 
❝  think you can do my job, do you… ❞
❝  all eyes on me! ❞ 
❝  ooh, this is my jam. ❞
❝  got your aim from your mom, i see. ❞
❝  i’ll feast on your soul. ❞ 
❝  cheers, love! the cavalry’s here! ❞ 
❝   our paths cross for now. as to the future, we shall see. ❞ 
❝   we could’ve built an empire together. ❞ 
❝   ah. just setting foot here sets my soul at ease. ❞ 
❝  this time, stay down. ❞ 
❝  can i get your autograph? ❞
❝  why are you so angry? ❞
❝  ever get that feeling of déjà vu? ❞ 
❝  i am a different man now. i am whole. ❞ 
❝  over my dead body. ❞ 
❝   i’m on top of the world! ❞
❝  i’m patched up. ❞ 
❝  kids today with techno music. you should enjoy the classics, like hasselhoff. ❞
❝   what’s wrong? don’t you recognize me? ❞ 
❝   aren’t you warm wearing all that? ❞ 
❝  can’t stop, won’t stop. ❞
❝  i’ll race ya! ❞
❝   mock death at your own peril. ❞ 
❝  this time, i will finish the job. ❞ 
❝  death is an illusion. ❞
❝  look at this team! we’re gonna do great. ❞
❝  i am beyond redemption. ❞
❝   it looks like we will be working together. ❞ 
❝   you’ve rescued me again. ❞ 
❝  i will not be defeated so easily. ❞
❝  treasure? s-sure, i don’t know anything you’re talking about. ❞ 
❝  so this is what has become of you? a pity.❞
❝  you’re so amazing! you inspire me. ❞ 
❝  i miss him greatly. ❞ 
❝  there is nowhere to hide. ❞ 
❝  whatcha’ lookin’ at? ❞ 
❝  woo, nothing’s gonna stop me. ❞
❝  that was your dream, not mine. ❞ 
❝  what you call freedom is an illusion that causes more harm than good. ❞ 
❝  hehe, there’s something on your dress.. ❞ 
❝  you have been judged! ❞
❝   i have the upper hand this time. ❞ 
❝  traitor! ❞
❝  you will never amount to anything! ❞
❝  i’ve got my eye on you. ❞
❝  lot of memories of this place. they weren’t all bad. ❞
❝  the heart of a man still beats inside of me. ❞ 
❝  stay out of trouble. ❞
❝  step into my parlor said the spider to the fly. ❞
❝  one shot, one kill. ❞
❝  don’t think i’m happy about that. ❞ 
❝  now this place? makes me wanna be an atheist. ❞
❝  our world is worth fighting for. ❞
❝  you haven’t aged a day. what’s your secret? ❞
❝  ooooh, shiny! ❞
❝  oh, did that sting? ❞
❝  heroes never die. ❞
❝  where does it hurt? ❞
❝  you’re just a no-good bully. ❞
❝  i’m a one-man apocalypse. ❞
❝  you should look somewhere else. ❞
❝  you said you would arm wrestle me. nervous? ❞
❝  i learned that from my brother. ❞ 
❝  i hope nobody saw that. ❞
❝  on a scale of one to ten, how is your pain? ❞
❝  i’m not a miracle worker. well… not always. ❞
❝  this was once my home. no longer. ❞
❝  sorry! sorry, i’m sorry. sorry. ❞
❝  i remember being here. it was good for my tan. ❞
❝  wish i’d practice my japanese more, konichiwa! ❞
❝  you need a time out. ❞ 
❝  you might not want to tell your friends about that. ❞
❝  guess we know who’s really on top, don’t we? ❞
❝  with every death, comes honor. with honor, redemption. ❞
❝  a punishment for your crimes. ❞ 
❝  i will be on my best behaviour. ❞
❝  you think there’s something worth stealing in that temple? ❞
❝  people should be free. ❞ 
❝  you were never my equal. ❞
❝  death walks among you. ❞ 
❝   last i checked, i didn’t ask for your opinion. ❞ 
❝   you can’t be serious. ❞ 
❝   they’re back. ❞ 
❝   armor? how positively primitive. ❞
❝   now this is my kinda city, everyone’s free to live as they choose. ❞
❝   you need a time out. ❞ 
❝   die! die! die! ❞ 
❝   to think i would have to work with a street ruffian. ❞ 
❝   death comes. ❞ 
❝   one of these days someone is gonna to put an end to you. ❞ 
❝   that which doesn’t kill you…makes you stronger.. ❞
❝   well. you sure take to this bad guy thing easily, don’t ya? ❞
❝   aren’t you supposed to be dead? ❞
❝  i’ll tell you my secret if you give me your coat. ❞
❝   sleep. ❞
❝  never liked you much. ❞
❝  never leave a teammate behind. ❞
❝  together we are strong. ❞
❝  you won’t get rid of me that easily. ❞
❝  i don’t even think children are afraid of you. ❞
❝  i taught you everything you know. ❞
❝  it’s hard to just sit around knowing there’s someone out there that needs to be blown up. ❞
❝  i’ll put an end to your sad story. ❞
❝  you havin’ trouble keeping up? ❞
❝  i have destroyed more of your kind than i can count. ❞
❝ it’s a perfect day for some mayhem. ❞
❝  we’re all soldiers now. ❞
❝  give me your best shot. ❞
❝   you knew exactly what were you doing. ❞
❝   knock me down, and i’ll keep getting back up. ❞
❝   you always did have a high opinion of yourself. ❞
❝   i’m not a young man anymore. ❞
❝  still trying to play hero? ❞
❝  i sometimes wonder if your height is why you’re always in such a bad mood. ❞
❝  this is no place for children. ❞
❝  the world could always use more heroes. ❞
❝  looked in a mirror lately? ❞
❝  Me one, bad guys zero. ❞
❝  i’m gonna have to shoot you down. ❞
❝  this old dog has learned a few tricks. ❞
❝  another one off the list. ❞
❝  i love your glasses, so cute! ❞
❝  if at first you don’t succeed…blow it up again! ❞
❝  that’s for my family back home! ❞
❝  i’ve got you in my sights. ❞
❝  i’m the one who does his job. i’m thinking… you’re the other one. ❞
❝   you weren’t given those guns to toss them away like trash. ❞
❝   i will protect the innocent. ❞ 

2

Do you have a favorite moment from shooting?

Well, one of the things you have to do sometimes, for eye-line, is to look at a stick with an X on it and imagine it was a creature. It was a challenge to engage with. Eddie and I were sitting between set-ups and I said, “Man, sometimes I just look at these Xs and it’s tricky trying to find something to connect to. I look at them and I don’t feel anything.” And Eddie went, “Yeah, yeah. Do you stay in touch with a lot of your exes?” And I was like, “Eddie, the X on the stick!”

But it is not really difference the oppressor fears so much as similarity. He fears he will discover in himself the same aches, the same longing as those of the people he has shitted on. He fears the immobilization threatened by his own incipient guilt. He fears he will have to change his life once he has seen himself in the bodies of the people he has called different. He fears the hatred, anger, and vengeance of those he has hurt.
This is the oppressor’s nightmare, but it is not exclusive to him. We women have a similar nightmare, for each of us in some way has been both oppressed and the oppressor. We are afraid to look at how we have failed each other. We are afraid to see how we have taken the values of our oppressor into our hearts and turned them against ourselves and one another. We are afraid to admit how deeply “the man’s” words have been ingrained in us.
To assess the damage is a dangerous act. I think of how, even as a feminist lesbian, I have so wanted to ignore my own homophobia, my own hatred of myself for being queer. I have not wanted to admit that my deepest personal sense of myself has not quite “caught up” with my “woman-identified” politics. I have been afraid to criticize lesbian writers who choose to “skip over” these issues in the name of feminism. In 1979, we talk of “old gay” and “butch and femme” roles as if they were ancient history. We toss them aside as merely patriarchal notions. And yet, the truth of the matter is that I have sometimes taken society’s fear and hatred of lesbians to bed with me. I have sometimes hated my lover for loving me. I have sometimes felt “not woman enough” for her. I have sometimes felt “not man enough.” For a lesbian trying to survive in a heterosexist society, there is no easy way around these emotions. Similarly, in a white-dominated world, there is little getting around racism and our own internalization of it. It’s always there, embodied in some one we least expect to rub up against.
—  Cherríe Moraga, “La Güera” in This Bridge Called My Back

Sometimes I really wonder how people manage to be larries but also kind of think that louis is some kind of idiot that just accepts whatever ‘nasty selfish Harry’ is doing like he’s some love fool that just accepts things while the fandom clearly sees through said version of Harry like what kind of relationship do people think they have? And do people realise they are basically questioning louis’ intelligence?

THE WORLD ENDS IN FIRE.
THE WORLD IS SAVED.

no. that isn’t right.

THEN THE WORLD ENDS IN ICE
AND IT IS SAVED.

still no good.

AND YOU COULD DO BETTER?

the world does not end.
it is still saved.

the world rebuilds its defences,
with fragile hands that shake against the ocean tide,
the world mends its broken bones and kisses its own bruises.
the world does not burn or freeze, crumble or flood.
there is time. there is time.
there is still time.

l.s. | STOP PLANNING A FUNERAL FOR A WORLD STILL BRIGHT WITH LIFE © 2016

The Forgotten Gift

Request: if requests are still open, could you please write a Christmas angst with MX’s Shownu?.

Member: Monsta X’s Shownu x Y/N

Type: Angst


I had been untangling string after string of Christmas lights for what seemed like hours. Maybe it was my need to plug in every separate bundle to make sure they would illuminate, or maybe it was the mindless process that I found oddly therapeutic, but I had been at it for the better part of the day. Things usually moved much more quickly when there were two sets of hands fumbling through the mess, but I was alone this year. 

Well, except for Felix. He was asleep on the couch though. 

…and he also didn’t have opposable thumbs. 

But a cat was a better companion than no companion. 

I bit my lip as I looked from him small, snoozing body and back up at the tree I had managed to set up. It was crooked, but at least it was standing. I had no earthly idea how I would ever be able to get the star to the top, that was Hyunwoo’s job.

I winced as I inadvertently brought the memory to the front of my mind’s eye. I wouldn’t watch as Hyunwoo goofily teetered on his toes, reaching the top of the tree just barely and securing the star. I always joked that we should tape a photo of him onto the middle. He was the real star in the household. He would chuckle, wrap me in his strong arms and kiss the top of my head. I would be warm and i would be protected. 

This year I was just cold and grumpy. I blew at a loose tendril of hair that had fallen onto my forehead and tried not to tear up. There would be a lot of traditions without him this year. There would be no Hyunwoo, his mouth full of cookies, as I stumbled out of the kitchen, covered head to toe in flour. He would eat everything I had made for Santa nearly two days before the man in red was even supposed to arrive. 

“Yah, jagi, we’re too old to leave cookies to a home invader, aren’t we? That’s why I have to eat them,” he would argue. 

The memories were flooding in with a quickness now. I pulled my knees to sit beneath my chin and whimpered. I imagined Hyunwoo trying to wrap presents, his hands much too strong and muscular to accomplish any sort of fluid movement that wasn’t dancing. He would completely cover whatever he was trying to wrap in tape, eventually giving up and shoving whatever the package was toward me. I wrapped my own gifts dozens of times. 

“I wasn’t made for this,” he would groan, shoving the box away. 

“Oh, and I was?” I would giggle, easily pulling the corners of the paper up and taping them. 

“No…I can’t be good at everything though,” he would chuckle, his eyes disappearing into a smile. “It wouldn’t be fair to everyone else, now would it?” 

I shook my head, standing from beneath the tree and stretched. Enough of these memories. Hyunwoo and I were done and that was all there was to it. Now where had I packed away those bulbs last year? 

I shuffled into the hallway, looking up wearily to the door that led to the small space that was technically called an attic. I jumped, just barely securing the string that pulled the door down and gave it a tug. After a moment, I finally managed to pull down the stairs and heaved myself up. 

I hadn’t remembered putting the bulbs up here, but anything was possible. They weren’t in the closet with the rest of the decorations, nor were they shoved under my bed. I bit the inside of my mouth as I fumbled around in the darkness, securing the pull string to the light, and giving it a good tug. The cobwebby world that was my storage was illuminated around me and I heaved a sigh. So many boxes. 

I stepped carefully, making sure to look at the labelling of each box. Halloween decorations, old clothes, pictures, things my mom sent me when I first moved to Korea. I walked around, examining the graveyard that was once my past life. I spun, reminding myself what I had been searching for. Christmas bulbs. I turned, something red catching my attention out of the corner of my eye. 

I tilted my head, following the color as if it was the key to my mission. Surely if something was red, it had to correlate to Christmas, right? 

Man, sometimes I wish I was wrong. 

I slid box after box, trying to get to this small bit of color in the dark and crowded attic. After several minutes of huffing and puffing, cursing how out of shape I was, my fingers finally secured the shiny paper and I pulled it toward me. My eyes narrowed as I noticed it wasn’t bulbs, but a package not so expertly wrapped. I tugged it to my body, landing with a plop as the gravity of my pull sent me backwards.  I looked down to the present in my lap and let out a small gasp. 

To: Mama Bear

From: Papa Bear

I swallowed. Hard. 

I had always wondered where Hyunwoo hid the Christmas gifts, but never considered the attic would be his place of choice. He hated this place almost as much as I had, but for different reasons. I wasn’t a fan of wet smells and spiders, he was afraid that he was too heavy and would bust through the floor boards. 

Either way, imagine my surprise as I realized he had missed a gift. 

There was a thin layer of dust coating the top of the red, plaid wrapping. This had to be from last year. This was the exact paper he had used. I set the box on the floor in front of me, pulling my limbs tightly to my body. Did I want to go down this road? Did I want to unlock feelings that I tried to kill weeks ago, but instead have been nursing along on life support? I could leave the package right where it was, crawl down from the attic, and pretend as if it never existed. 

Yeah, right. As if that was in my personality. 

I pulled the paper gently from the box, careful of not ripping the wrappings too badly. I chuckled bitterly as I encountered piece after piece of tape, each separating me a little bit more from my inevitable heartbreak. 

Hyunwoo didn’t particularly enjoy Christmas shopping. He would much rather get an endless amount of gift cards for those around him (partially because of his gift wrapping inadequacies.) But I knew when he gave me anything in a box, it was going to be special. 

I yanked up at the lid of the cardboard and let out a small groan as a simple book lay there. It seemed to be a journal. Hyunwoo knew I liked to write, but this journal appeared to be used. I opened the cover, my eyes glazing nervously at a piece of paper inserted before the front page. 

“Jagi - this was the journal I kept while we were on tour. I wrote down every thought I had about you while we were gone and the new things I experienced that I wanted to come back and experience with you…

some of it is left blank for when we travel, so you can add to my memories with yours…and our own. I thought something sentimental would go well with your other gift. I know I don’t say it enough, but I love you. Merry Christmas.”

I swallowed the sob that was slowly crawling up my throat and trying to emerge from my mouth. I closed my eyes, fighting back tears that I knew would come at any moment. Last Christmas Hyunwoo had given me the prettiest charm bracelet, but I had been a bit disappointed. As far as men go, he wasn’t the best at emoting and I felt as if I had been abandoned lately. He couldn’t convey how he felt, and with him on tour so much I was starving for any sort of attention from him, any minor inkling of how he felt. A bracelet felt cold and unfeeling…but this…this was covered in warmth and emotion. 

I leafed through the pages as if they would bite me. Wincing as something in particular would catch my eyes. Eventually I couldn’t handle it anymore and clutched the journal to my chest, heaving a deep sigh. This was everything Hyunwoo had never given to me, right here in my hands. 

I’m not sure why he had never brought this gift down…maybe he was frightened, or maybe he wasn’t ready to be this vulnerable. Maybe he was simply forgetful Hyunwoo, but I couldn’t just ignore it. 

I tugged my phone from my pocket, quickly dialing a number I’d never forget, even if I bleached my brain. My heart seemed to cease it’s beating as the phone began to ring. 

“Hello?” Hyungwoo’s familiar deep voice murmured. 

“Hi…uh…Hyunwoo?” I croaked, closing my eyes at the simple exchange. He remained quiet, seemingly waiting for me to continue. 

“I…um…I was looking for some Christmas decorations,” I whispered slowly, keeping my eyes locked shut. “And uh…I found a gift from you? That I think you forgot up in the attic.”

“Oh,” Hyunwoo breathed. I knew immediately by his tone that he knew exactly what present it was. 

“I was just thinking,” I continued. “That um…maybe you could come over? You know I can never reach the top of the tree to put on the star…and um…only if you want to of course.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said quickly. The phone line began to muffle at his movement on the other side of the line. “Yeah, what’s a tree without a star, right?” 

Originally posted by hyungnu

Butt Sex is like Broccoli
  • Delirious: I get most kills when I'm the big guy, but ya know... I gotta try different things man. I gotta go different ways.
  • Cartoonz: Yeah, sometimes you gotta try it both ways man. Sometimes you make out with a hot female and other times you take a dick in the ass, ya know?
  • Ohm: That's what you do!
  • Cartoonz: You gotta try it both ways!
  • Delirious: Speaking from experience.
  • Bryce: No you don't have to take it both ways, guys. Don't listen to Cartoonz.
  • Cartoonz: Hey, you never know.
  • Delirious: *singing* Thank you for being a friend.
  • Bryce: You're welcome!
  • Ohm: Bryce, have you never tried something new that you didn't used to like but now you like it?
  • Cartoonz: Yeah, like broccoli!
  • Delirious: Yeah, I do like broccoli.
  • Ohm: Butt sex is like broccoli, dude.
  • Bryce: I don't think taking a dick in your butt is the same as eating broccoli.
  • Cartoonz: Are you sure?
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I went to MAGFest this weekend and I got to see none other than MR. KEIJI INAFUNE “INAFKING” HIMSELF!!!! ✨✨✨✨I know I was super awkward and I shaked and trembled the whole time that he signed my stuff but I STILL AM SO GLAD I GOT TO MEET HIM!!!!! It was seriously a dream come true. I drew and water colored these two pictures for him and I still feel like they were not worthy to give to the king himself, but I just hope that he liked them!! Seriously hoping that he can go to magfest again next year!💖

I always end up trying new stuff by drawing Fluttershy.

Finale fix-it fanart.

Because Danny freaking Williams deserves cards, and balloons, and flowers, and thank yous! So actually IC Steve (who is good with gestures but not words) went down to the hospital gift shop and got those things. And then there was a heartfelt discussion. OKAY?!

Small Poppies
Courtney Barnett
Small Poppies

I stare at the lawn, it’s Wednesday morning
It needs a cut but I leave it growing
All different sizes and all shades of green
Slashing it down just seems kind of mean
In a way it’s a a shame you get a way
Thinking it’s just a game
Who am I to deny myself a pawn for you to use?
At the end of the day it’s a pain that I keep seeing your name
But I’m sure it’s a bore being you


I don’t know quite who I am, oh but man I am trying
I make mistakes until I get it right
An eye for an eye for an eye for an eye for an eye
I don’t agree with that, why can’t we just talk nice?


Oh! The calamity, I wanna go to sleep for an eternity
Who am I to deny myself a pawn?
Oh! The humanity I wanna disappear into obscurity
But I’m sure it’s a bore being you


I don’t know quite who I am, oh but man I am trying
I make mistakes until I get it right
An eye for an eye for an eye for an eye for an eye
I used to hate myself but now I think I’m alright


I don’t know quite who I am, oh but man I am trying
I make mistakes until I get it right
An eye for an eye for an eye for an eye for an eye
I dreamed I stabbed you with a coat hanger wire

Title: Stay

Notes: So I’m really fuckin’ tired but I can’t fall asleep for whatever reason. And I really miss my Rehab AU (would link it but cant, I’m on mobile with my ass in bed), so I decided to do a quick little drabble for it. It’s a little bittersweet and a tad angsty and also zero percent proofread but eh, have it anyway.

Now I’m gonna go back to failing miserably at trying to fall asleep (seriously I’m dead tired yet I can’t sleep at ALL).

******

“Jack, you have really got to stop breaking your arm like this–”

“Look, Rhysie, I’m rich as shit, I’ll break it as much as I damn well want to.”

Rhys had no qualms throwing a scowl his patient’s way, upper lip twisting into a curve of disappointment that somehow managed to double as annoyance. Jack simply smirked and gave a quick and bouncy shrug of his shoulders as he offered his mechanical arm out to Rhys.

Keep reading

(Anyone is free to lecture me if i got anything wrong or if I’m being blatantly ignorant)

I recently read this interview with a danish Muslim (Isam B form the band Outlandish) and he told the reporter that Islam advises you to sit down when you’re angry, because when you’re angry you cannot make any good decisions.

… And I honestly haven’t heard anything this cute in a while, and it urged me to draw this, because imagine if Avdol sat down every time he snapped in the show, that’d be r a d

anonymous asked:

How much would I have to pay you to make "Poke-Yakuza" turning characters from the Yakuza franchise into Pokemon, similar to your Poke-Attorney art.

100usd

man sometimes i become unreasonably obsessed over trying to pick the wright pokemon species for a character. i’d spend hours looking for trivia and stuff, and then i get lazy which is why i gave up on poke-dr 10 seconds after first thinking about it LOL so doing other people’s ideas r easier

Chocolate

Pairing: Puzzleshipping

Word count: 497 words

Comment: Okay so during a class at uni last semester I wanted to write a quick little something, and one of my friends @aria023 gave me some prompts to work with. The prompts were chocolate and luffas, and perhaps the most challenging of all- keeping it under 500 words, which for someone who tends to write a LOT, it was pretty challenging to keep it condensed down (as you can see I JUST made it xD). Since it’s not very big I’m just going to post it here to my Tumblr, not AO3. Enjoy~ :’’’D


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“Atem.” A voice called out, the tone shrill.

Atem’s head shot up, glancing around to identify the sound. He knew it was his partner calling him, but last he had checked, Yugi had been downstairs in the kitchen, cooking something. Dinner, he presumed. It was hard to tell; Yugi had been very hush hush over it.  

“Yes, partner?” Atem called back, craning his neck over the chair towards the door.

“Can you come down here please?”

Atem grunted, pushing out of the chair. He opened the door, glancing down at the stairs, his head tilted to listen better. He could hear the distant sound of the oven on, the flames from the stove top flickering loudly over a pot of some kind. Yugi was shifting around on the tiles, various bowls clattering as he moved them around.

This should be interesting, Atem thought as he made his way down the stairs.

The scene he walked into was not what he had been expecting. At all. He could only blink in surprise as he took it all in.

Yugi was frantically rushing around the benches, his arms covered completely in chocolate, the substance dripping down his wrists and pooling on the floor. His head snapped up when he saw Atem, his eyes shining in relief.

“A little help please?” He said was a shaky smile, gesturing up and down with his hands.

“How did this happen?” Atem frowned, tilting his head in confusion.

“Funny story,” Yugi hummed, shifting his hands over the sink, letting the chocolate drip down the sink. “I was making a cake and melting chocolate and well… things got a little ugly.”

“I’ll say.” Atem moved over, peering into the sink. There were already several sponges lying in the bowl, their normally yellow surface soaked brown with the texture of chocolate.

“There sure is a lot there.” He commented, squeezing one of the luffas, the chocolate running out of it and over his fingers. He turned on the faucet, washing the sponge clean in the water before running it down one of Yugi’s arms.

“It was a very rich recipe.” Yugi muttered absently, flicking more chocolate down the drain, his face scrunching up at the liquid. “And such a waste too. It would have been a great cake, but now it’s ruined.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” Atem chuckled, bringing Yugi’s arm to his lips. He licked over a section of chocolate, enjoying the taste of the rich cocoa over his tongue. He had to suppress smiling as Yugi gasped at him, but didn’t pull away as Atem continued to clean his arm with the sponge, like nothing had happened.

“There are advantages to certain situations.” Atem hummed thoughtfully, glancing at Yugi from the corner of his eye.

“You’re such a tease Atem,” Yugi laughed. “The cake was for you anyway, so, I guess if you enjoy any part of it it’s alright then.”

“In that case, partner, I’d say I got the best part.”