the city comes alive


> Hanzo secretly wants to do it, and everyone knows it

> Let this man live all his 12 y.o. romantic fantasies he deserves happiness

> You two sit together above the city square at Hanamura, watching the snow-cloaked buildings and trees come alive with the energy and excitement of the townspeople.

> You: “It’s almost New Years.”

> Hanzo: “Hm.”

> I imagine a really awkward silence passes as the seconds count down.

> Just as there’s a single second left, you look up at Hanzo and you realize he was looking at you the entire time. 

> You couldn’t quite tell who was the first to lean in, but your lips crashed together as the second hand hit midnight. The fireworks burst into light above you. Hanzo tastes faintly of alcohol, but the kiss was gentle and coaxing, like he was learning to pursue what makes him happy.


> You two are sitting at the dining hall, watching the clock as it tips upwards to the fated hour.

> He had offered you a drink awhile prior, and now you two are sitting alone in the hall. Just you, Reaper, and the bottle of suspiciously-sourced liquor between you.

> There’s a minute left til the year, and you reach over. He lets you take his mask off.

> You’re not drunk but you pretend you are. He knows you’re pretending.

> You kiss him a little too early, but the kiss lasts well after midnight has passed.


> Definitely the loudest person in the square

> 3! 2!

> geezus pipe down a little

> 1!

> Reinhardt sweeps you off your feet and dips you gracefully. You two kiss and all the other couples in the square feel a little outdone.

> Reinhardt is probably a literal ball of excitement when it comes to special events ok

> Reinhardt probably cajoles Ana into taking a bunch of photos of you two. You two spend the New Years with Ana and Pharah, taking cheesy pictures and having a great time.

> Admin GK


CLOSING SHOP by ajpscs
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Bioshock Infinite Sentence Starters 

“The mind of the subject will desperately struggle to create memories where none exist.”

“I told you they’d come.”

“But what is she? Alive or dead?”

“City at the bottom of the ocean? Ridiculous.”

“I just realized who those two are. They… Well, at least she… Invented the technology that allows the city to float.”

“God made foolish girls, so he could have something to play with.”

“Time… Time rots everything. Even hope.”

“Ah! It’s a bee! I HATE those things.”

“Do you ever get used to it? The killing…”

“A choice is better than none, *insert name here*. No matter what the outcome.”

“I didn’t ask for this!”

“One man goes into the waters of baptism, a different man comes out, born again. But who is that man who lies submerged? Perhaps that swimmer is both sinner and saint, until he is revealed unto the eyes of man.”

“The Lord judges, I act.”

“You’re *insert name here*’s daughter… He wants you to follow in his footsteps.”  

“He DOESN’T row.” 

"Why are you following me?”

“Bring us the girl, and wipe away the debt.”

“Without Sin, what grace has forgiveness?”

“Well, I want a puppy, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to get one!”

“What happens if someone finds us here?”

“So… Not giant balloons?”

“When I was girl, I dreamt of standing in a room, looking at a girl who was and was not myself, who stood looking at another girl who was and was not myself. My mother took this as a nightmare. I saw it as the beginning of a career in physics.”


Masashi Wakui Documents The Spellbinding Streets Of Tokyo After Hours

Self-taught Japanese photographer Masashi Wakui captures the nocturnal beauty of Tokyo streets in his latest images. The chaotic city of Tokyo comes alive at the dead of night. When the busy streets wind down and doors lock up, the true magic of one of the greatest cities in the world begins to unravel, as caught by Wakui through a series of photographs of stunning radiant colors shrouded by darkness, shadow and rain.

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I was only born a Londoner by accident, really. There’s no English blood in my family; my parents were migrants passing through on their way to somewhere else; I lived half my life in other countries. But London is both accidental and intrinsic to me.

Any kind of love for this city, my home, only really comes alive when showing it to visitors. I mean: it’s dirty, overcrowded, extortionately expensive, basic infrastructure like the trains fails on a regular basis.

And yet, walking across Waterloo Bridge with a friend, singing Kinks songs, pausing to admire the view, my heart swells with pride, dirty old river and all. It is beautiful.

My friend is unconvinced by the idea of walking along the South Bank back to the train. The prejudice against South London is strong, even in visitors. I put my foot down and insist. The South Side is the best! And as we walk along the promenade from the Southbank Centre towards Blackfriars, my companion quickly changes her tune. The trees, festooned with fairy lights, the view across the river, all the grand buildings of London turning their best faces to the river, the sparkling lights reflected in the dark water. It’s breathtaking! The glowing red beetle-shells of routemasters sailing over the bridges, the warm red glow of the Oxo Tower, secret beaches and secluded piers, the old wharfs lit up with restaurants.

London put on its best for my dear friend. We had a perfect Waterloo sunset, behind the Houses of Parliament. We were serenaded by Big Ben’s bongs. We were in paradise.


A place called the City of the Dead actually exists in Russia’s North Ossetia, hidden in one of the five mountain ridges that cross the region. Needless to say, several myths and legends shroud the place, with locals claiming that no one has ever come back alive. The ‘city’ hardly ever gets any tourists either, although this might be due to the difficulty of just getting there.

Reaching Dargavs, the City of the Dead, entails a three-hour journey through winding, narrow roads, and several hills. The foggy mountain weather certainly doesn’t help matters. Once there, you’ll find that the city  is in fact another hill covered with small white buildings. It is these very buildings that cause the place to get it’s name. The white house-like structures, countless in number, are stone crypts where locals buried their loved ones. The city itself is an ancient Ossetian cemetery. Each family of the area has a crypt, and the higher the structure, the greater the number of people buried in it. The oldest of the crypts dates back to the 16th century.

The area is of little interest to anyone, barring a few archaeologists who have made some unusual discoveries here. It was discovered for instance, that the bodies inside the crypts were buried in wooden structures that look like boats. The mystery remains as to how the boats came to be in a place with no navigable rivers. One explanation is that the departed soul had to cross a river in order to get to heaven, and hence the boat. Another interesting presence is that of a well in front of each crypt. It is said that once the Ossetians buried their dead, they would drop a coin in the well. If it happened to hit a stone at the bottom, it was taken to mean that the soul had reached heaven.


You feel the thunder start to move you
You feel your pulse begin to rise
The night’s a shock that cuts right through you
And you come alive
This City made us
This City gave us life
It was a crash that broke the silence
A thousand voices called my name
And like a moth into the fire
I had to find the flame
This City made us
This City ate us alive
This City now
will fade away
It’s crying out
I know you think you can control it
I’ve seen the way a crowd can turn
You’ve given everything you’ve got
And still they want to watch it burn


BUDDIES by ajpscs
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