polish metal

multimonk  asked:

SMACK 💋 A sticker Monk found is now planted somewhere on Zenyattas face. Because Monk thought Zenyatta needed some lips.

Noting that the chimera was looking particularly pleased with himself when he had risen from his nightly recharge - more so than usual - instantly raised the omnic’s suspicion.  Gliding, gently, towards the polished, metalic surface of one of Monk’s many random acquisitions (in this instance, a shiny offerings bowl), Zenyatta took it between his hands, and raised it to his face.

“Little one, we really must discuss all the ‘improvements’ you have been making to the face plates of my brothers.”  One segmented digit tried, in vain, to find the edge of the sticker to peel it away, “And my own.”

Still, he couldn’t help but chuckle softly to himself, nor could he wait to explain this one to the others.


Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.