team destroy

Things I've noticed about people's Overwatch Mains
  • Pharah: They can stay in the air forever and I don't understand how.
  • McCree: incredible aim like damn.
  • Ana: Time to take a nap.
  • Winston: Jumps in, kills you, and jumps out seamlessly
  • Roadhog: Hooks that come out of fucking no where.
  • Trobjorn: Puts their turret in best place to make you rage quit
  • Reinhardt: Shields literally everyone and basically shouts "You shall not pass!"
  • Reaper: Will kill you dead... twice.
  • Genji: every single one has the carbon skin.
  • Tracer: fast moving well coordinated little shits that love to put their ult on people
  • Hanzo: You see wolves. No dragons... only wolves.
  • Zenyatta: welcome to discord orb hell.
  • D.va: They know when they're going to get play of the game and they will emote as their ult kills your entire team
  • Soldier 76: Helix rockets to the chest even when it's not necessary
  • Widowmaker: looks like they don't know what they're doing then gets play of the game for 3 consecutive headshots
  • Mercy: you can never manage to finish them off and when you get close you find them standing behind the best in the team.
  • Symmetra: comes out of no where and wrecks your shit
  • Sombra: hacks you then disappears presumably to cackle about what a loser you are
  • Bastion: play of the game cause they just nailed everyone coming around a corner
  • Junkrat: Everyone hates you.
  • Lucio: You can never quite finish them off and then they disappear
  • Zarya: Have no fear as they charge toward you and destroy the team
  • Mei: Will freeze you, look you dead in the eye, and put an icicle through your skull.
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if you try to google “creati wardrobe malfunction” in their world, that’s all you’ll ever see lmao

based from @littleroundpumpkin‘s post !!! 

also tag youself: are you part of [a] team cover momo [b] team destroy camera or [c] team costume modification

Overwatch video title: South Korea vs. [insert country here]

Actual video title: Watch South Korea single-handedly destroy the entire world of Overwatch e-sports and also Dive Comp as we know it

Day #02 : Children

A curse has deaged Dean and Sam, leaving Castiel babysitting. Or… an AU where John received some help from Heaven in raising his sons aka Castiel.

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“Absolute power corrupts, Mr. Rory. Even when used with the best intentions. Which is why I attempted to destroy it.”

just a quick suggestion to both freeform and the shadowhunters pr team and writers, please don’t promote Malec the way you do, if you don’t deliver it. We are not your pawns, we are not just added viewers to your show and honestly we don’t particularly like it when you bait your most popular ship and then spend the most of the episode ignoring them. it’s just rude. 

why lance (probably) won’t be the red paladin, and also why keith (probably) won’t be the black paladin

alright, so, chances are you’ve watched and rewatched the season three trailer multiple times. or, at least, i have. in it, we see lance in both the blue lion and the red lion, and we also see keith in the black lion. 

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So apparently the first time I did the Jaws of Hakkon DLC I missed out on a lot of quests and related lore, but I’ve been going through the area much more thoroughly this time and I just have one question about the Avvar which I will summarize as follows:

what the FUCK???

You mean to tell me this entire time there’s been a civilization around for centuries that is so accepting of magic that even non-mages commune with fade spirits, that has no problems or limitations on magic tutelage, and has effectively safeguarded itself from abominations?! And I’m supposed to take the fucking pro-circle / templar / whatever asshat side of the whole Mage Rebellion seriously?! And they just conveniently get left out of every fucking discussion, of course, about circle alternatives. Just… holy shit. People joke often enough at how badly Bioware failed at making the whole Mage Rebellion into the morally grey issue they clearly intended to be, but they’ve passed shooting themselves in the foot at this point and are lining up a groin shot. I mean, this just completely undermines every argument I’ve ever heard in-game in favor of the circles.

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More youngsters!

This tiny pigeon squab arrived at the centre recently after, very sadly, its nest was destroyed. A member of the public had collected it before bringing it to us in a small bucket.

It was rushed in to see the vet team and, although it was not obviously injured, was found to be very cold and flat. It was quickly moved into one of our warm incubators and quickly picked up!

We are keeping our eye on it and will do all we can to raise it for release!

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Maybe Dark!Annabeth fighting a child of the big three and she knows that defeating them with physical, raw power isn't possible, so she attacks mentally. She defeats them with words, something Annabeth constantly does throughout the books to her enemies. Making them so angry, distracted, and/or sad that they lose focus and she easily takes the victory.

Annabeth feels him coming before she sees him.

There’s a charge in the air. A gathering static that threatens to strike with every movement she makes, but never quite gets the guts to do so.

That’s Jason Grace for you. Son of Jupiter, chosen of Juno, and just a touch too soft to do what needs to be done. Oh sure, he’ll kill monsters if he needs to, but when the monsters are gods, his solution is to become a priest.

It’s about finding a compromise, he’d said. And making sure that we’re heard.

Annabeth’s finding there are better ways of making noise.

“You got here faster than I expected,” she remarks as he touches down in front of her. She’s perched on the crumbling remnants of a wall that’s thousands of years old. Some small, distant part of her regrets what is about to happen here, but not enough to change course.

“Your pattern’s getting old,” he says. His gladius is out and he holds it warily between them. Annabeth keeps her drakonbone sword at her side. “The others can hold Percy off long enough for me to stop what you’re doing.”

She raises her eyebrows. “You’re the only one coming?”

He tries to hide his grimace, but that’s the danger with fighting your friends. They can read you too well, and a smile curls over Annabeth’s mouth at the confirmation. She hops off the wall, landing lightly on the dirt.

“What made you think I’d be at Pompeii?”

Lightning crackles in the sky overhead, raising the small hairs at the back of her neck. He nods at the scaffolding in the distance, empty of workers this early in the morning. It’s a grim dawn, about to get darker.

“No tourists today. You might’ve turned against the gods, Annabeth, but you’re not a murderer.”

Isn’t she? Annabeth has lost count of the number of monsters she’s put in the ground (under the ground). How many demigods died in the war with Kronos? They bleed red the same as mortals, and her hands are as stained as anyone’s.

So are Jason’s, and irritation pricks at her face. She smooths it away with a cool smile, carefully tracking him as he starts to circle her. She has a certain amount of faith in Jason’s willingness to ‘save’ his friends, but she’s not an idiot.

“So I should start picking locations with people if I don’t want you to interfere, is that what you’re saying?”

“That’s obviously not what I’m saying.” His gaze flickers over the ruins stretching behind her. “So this is all rigged to blow, huh?”

“Leo does good work.”

He winces. He can play on whatever friendship the two of them might have had all he likes, but that betrayal is the real knife in the guts and they both know it. Annabeth coerces her expression into concern, the cogs of her brain turning the right muscles to give it the realism it needs. She takes a half step forward, and Jason doesn’t step away.

“He misses you, you know.” Her voice is a soft thing. Caring. “Misses both of you.”

“If he misses us so bad, he should come and see us.”

“You really think we’re going to be welcome at Camp after all this?

“You haven’t killed anyone.”

The yet sits between us, and it doesn’t matter anyway. The gods would be more likely to forgive her if she had killed someone. They could have murdered thousands of mortals and not been struck down, if they’d just done it far away from the last vestiges of godly power in this world.

Gaea had plotted to bring down Mt Olympus, and that’s definitely on Annabeth’s list. But she’s always been a methodical sort of girl, and divine power runs deep. Best to stamp out all traces of it, one relic at a time.

She sighs. “We don’t plan to. You know that.”

“You’re trying to kill the gods!” Lightning cracks again, closer now. It takes more strength than Annabeth wants to admit to to avoid reaching for her weapon.

“And how many times have they tried to kill us? At best they don’t give a shit, Jason, you know that.”

But he’s shaking his head. They’ve had this fight before, all of them, enough times that she could probably just record it for him to save energy. He’s long since stopped listening to sense, and she doesn’t bother with more than a cursory attempt to convince him.

“You’re too late for this one,” she says. “I’m proud of you for getting here before it blows, but you were right. It’s ready to go.”

His grip shifts on his sword. And - there’s something in his expression that prompts her to brace for an attack, because it’s not defeat. This time, she thinks. This time might be the one where I push too far.

It’s sad, sort of, but relief swamps that soon enough. It’s not that she wants to fight old friends, but it would make everything a lot simpler. To just be able to fight, without caring what happens to them anymore. To draw battlelines instead of blurring them

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he growls. “But even if the rest of your team is ready to destroy this place, they’ll stop once you’re a hostage.”

Annabeth laughs. It’s a miscalculation, but she can’t help herself. “The others might. But hell itself couldn’t keep Percy Jackson from me, Jason, and you’re no Tartarus.”

“I can deal with Percy.”

He can’t. She wonders idly if he knows that. Everyone’s aware of Percy’s power these days, but that’s what he’s like with her at his side. Jason, she suspects, still has a little too much optimism left about what Percy’s self control would be like without her. What it would be like if he even thought she was in danger.

“Right, well, that’ll be your mistake to live with.” She squints up at the sky, trying to judge her next play. Being a hostage would accelerate certain things that she’s not ready to set into motion just yet. Most of all, she doesn’t think that Percy is quite as ready to fight the others as she is.

Not yet.

“You made a miscalculation,” she said finally. “You always want to go for the biggest player, Jason. It’s one of your biggest weaknesses.”

“You can’t talk your way out of this, Annabeth.” His body moves, and she can almost trace the lines in the air, the familiar forms he’s about to slide into. “You’re coming back to Camp wth me.”

He lifts his blade, wreathed in lightning. She smells ozone on the air, the threat of violence wafting in behind it. She clasps her hands behind her back, and lays down her hand.

“Where’s Piper, Jason?”

Everything stops. Nature itself holds its breath as those too-blue eyes widen in sheer panic, before narrowing at her.

“Piper’s your friend. You wouldn’t hurt her.”

Annabeth waits. She doesn’t need to say anything. The silence between them does it for her. The even sound of her breathing. The shroud of absolute confidence holding her shoulders straight.

You are not going to take me, her body says, like it’s all a foregone conclusion.

“She can handle herself,” he tries again, and there’s the edge of desperation that she’s been waiting for. Enough to cloud his thinking. He might not think she’s a murderer, but there are other atrocities. Things she hasn’t held back from in the opening numbers of this new war.

“Against Percy?”

That’s a risk. Because they both know that Percy isn’t steady, isn’t stable, that his relationship with Piper had been tenuous at best and that without Annabeth there, his temper might just get away with him. Piper has her Charmspeak, but there are ways around everything if you have enough power.

It’s a risk, because Jason’s anger could always outweigh his fear. He could always take it out on her rather than fly off for Piper. Annabeth is confident in her ability to take him with a sword, but Jason comes with all those bonus add-ons that children of Athena just aren’t privy to.

So she gives him one last push. Just to make sure.

“Tartarus has so many doors,” she says softly. That same quiet concern from before, turned deadly now. “You know we found all of them, right Jason?”

He spits a curse, something in Latin about the gods and what he hopes they’ll do to her. She watches him leap into the sky, shading her eyes against the rising sun until he’s no more than a dot in the distance.

“You say that like they haven’t already done their worst,” she murmurs, before turning back to the ruins.

There’s work to be done.

Seriously, I can’t thank you all enough for supporting me.

I had my first blog for four years and could never hit past 450, but in less than a year you guys have supported me way more than I ever could have asked for. I appreciate all of you, and thank you so much for every nice comment, tag, and reblog!

ship tropes i am weak for

Puppydog lovers - light up when the other enters a room, lots of casual affection (that makes the recipiant blush and forget what they were talking about), you can practically see the tails wagging whenever they are together.

Big Loves - these people have been through so much yet keep coming back to each other, theyre hearts are formed from the same clay and beat in time, this is the couple that shapes centuries and worlds.

Blushies - shy, new to the relationship, being caught glancing at one another and looking away (but turning bright red), brushing fingers.

Bros - bbfsies4lyfe, draped over each other while watching tv, ‘hey gimmie some more natchos bro’ *drops natchos in their partners open mouth*,  not that big on pda but are somehow always touching each other.

????? - insult each other constantly, are they dating? do they even like each other?, dickweed as a pet name, get up in each others faces when arguing, (never argue about the big things), drift compatible, when they team up they can destroy worlds.

Opposites Attract #1- the puppy and the vampire, temper each other, youre the only one that makes me smile, dragging each other around the place.

Opposites Attract #2 - the hero and the villain, lot of ????? characteristics, hatesex, so much hatesex, the only time i feel alive is when im fighting you.


this is by no means an exhaustive list, feel free to add on!!!! also ships can be more than one, or move from one into another. tag a ship and which types they fit into