thousand hand

every bioware animation
  • back of the head scratch
  • a character shaking their head in disbelief or disgust with hand on their forehead, looking down
  • that kiss animation used since origins and in every mass effect game where they very slowly go in, hesitate, bop their heads around, and really go in for the kiss 
  • when a character, usually female, talks and puts their two hands in front of them like a robot and shakes them to illustrate their point
  • a character leans back on one leg with their arms loose
  • the exit-stage-right an NPC does after a conversation ends
  • angry limp wrist pointing
  • neck/collar bone scratch 
  • a slow crossing of the arms in times of suspicion
  • that punch animation 
  • drinking alcohol and violently shaking head
  • a character gives a half smile with an eyebrow raised
  • pointing behind with thumb, body turns very slightly
  • what she says: im fine
  • what she means: my otp is from a children's show and never became officially canon
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I JUST NEED TO TALK ABOUT HOW FUCKED Jack is in this comic, though?

This is just the ultimate in ‘damned if you do, damned if you don’t.’  The news is blistering with ‘Overwatch anti-sovereignty?’  ‘Japanese government complains about Blackwatch!’  ‘Investigation into Cairo Incident!’  ‘New civilian leader for Overwatch?’  Everybody is mad at them and criticizing every move they make.  Jack’s position is being threatened.  He says himself that Overwatch can’t afford another PR nightmare.

And then all his agents are telling him how they NEED to go into London, despite the Prime Minister telling them to stay out.  People are going to die if they don’t!  They won’t be able to handle the fallout if they wait!

I mean you can see how Overwatch could have come to this. There are so many crises all the time, all over the world, and as an international entity, you have to choose: do you go in and help people even if you’re being told not to?  What gives you the right, when you’re supposed to be serving and protecting the governments of the world?  But then what if there’s a genocide happening, or the government itself is deliberately persecuting part of its own population?  Floods?  Rampant disease?  If you don’t intervene, then people die.  If you do, then you’re violating international borders.  Either way, as the guy making the call, you’re screwed.  You’ve got the blood of thousands on your hands, or else you’re a walking diplomatic incident.  But meanwhile, the world’s governments are getting more and more unhappy with you because you keep meddling in their affairs.

Jack chooses–for probably the thousandth time–to save lives, even if they’ll all pay for it.  We might be seeing the very moment when Jack murders his career and takes Overwatch with it.  

Stripped Bare

Title: Stripped Bare

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Summary: The reader plays strip poker with Dean.

Characters: Demon!Dean Winchester x female reader

Word Count:  2801

Warnings:  canon typical violence, nsfw, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), rough sex, unprotected sex

Author’s Notes: Written for @deansdirtyduchess Birthday/1000 Follower celebration. My prompt was strip poker.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Originally posted by the-captain-destiel

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Dear James,

WE FUCKING SAW THAT!  Was that the only way of taking the transmitter? Was it that difficult to do that without stealing a touch? Was it? Was it, James?

Listen, I don’t know how this happened but here’s a little something involving hands, and well. You just read. And… ALT ER LOVE.

  • what if Even was passing by a jewellery (on his way to pride) with Sana, or maybe was it Magnus, and he would stop for a few minutes. Thinking out loud, you know “one day I’ll marry Isak”, but this time he’s very clear. (unlike at the hotel where he saw that scene as a dream.) Him who always seemed terrified of what the future could hold, because he would always feel a liability somehow, whether tomorrow or the next month or decade. But now he’s not afraid anymore. He can think of more than just the next minute. And of course that means he cannot imagine it with anyone else but Isak now.
  • or something ridiculously sweet… like Even would take him to an actual balcony,or NO. Their bench, that’d be even more meaningful (because hey that’s where it began! Where Isak heard that name for the first time. Where Isak touch his hand for the first time.) and say to Isak, like “in 10 years, we’ll come back here and I’ll have a question for you.” And Isak, being the smart ass that he is, would figure out right away. And he’d say something along “ No matter where our path may lead us in 10 years from now, i’ll be right here for you. With you. And you already know the answer to that question. It’s the same as today. And the next minute and the next…”
  • and Isak would joke along "and you won’t need any paper towels this time” and and Isak wouldn’t say anything just give Even his hand, as “symbolic” for that future question…. well the answer.
  • And maybe, maybe there’ll be a complete twist… One day, in like 5 or 6 years from now, as he is now working for the Nasa or something, anyway he becomes one of the smartest scientist of his generation. One evening as he comes home to Even, they do live together now, he’ll surprise Even and bring him to their bench. Remember what you told me that 21st of June …. Wasn’t it 21:21…. Look at your watch now. E: “but you know i’m never wearing a watch ba…..” I: “wouldn’t you mind wearing this for me now ?” as he’s going down on one knee, ring in hand…. Even would join him down, kneeling too, in tears. “YES YES YES. Of course yes!” As they would held both hands together.
  • (hands that were once shaking…  being held for the first time in that locker room, as so much was still new to Isak. At the beginning, Isak was very guarded, staying at distance from Even, waiting for him to make a move, to say something. And then to drop the bomb litteraly, nothing is standing in our way anymore, how frightening is that ? Exciting too but what Isak must have thought, he dropped everything, for… for little old me ? He could not believe, it was too good to be true. He’s here professing his love basically… for me ? you sure you have the right person ?? Of course those hands were shaking. Until that moment, where he saw, where he felt Even meant it. Holding his hands. Where he believed. He could be that boy, kissing more of Even in the intimacy if his bedroom, why not even one day at school… he could finally have that life. Real life. His life. Their life.)
  • So that night, it was with steady hands, Isak holds on Even’s hands. And in this minute, Even believed too.(It had been playing in his mind since the first moment he ever saw Isak.) Their reality. 
  • And it actually would be 21:21.

(i’m blaming @tocapturethisvoice aka my beloved Cris for making me “word vomit” as Cee Cee would poetically put it down ahah ALSO Julie who is still making us wait so here it is….)

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Alya thought hard, she really did. 

Back to the glitters in her eyelids that streaked all the way down to her cheeks from July, that cup of coffee down the seventh street in that cafe, instant cupcakes baked at midnight, the cool marble floors from the vast mansion that became momentarily mellow when the fireplace was ablaze and all she could stare at was bright blue eyes, eyes that she’d known for sixteen years and wanted to know for a thousand more. 

And her hands, perfectly manicured the way 7-year-old Alya said was too girly (she knew better now), soft and delicate and ones that carried the misconception of being frigid; perhaps untouchable. Ones that Alya knew were warm and slowly welcoming, a reluctant comfort seeker and a reluctant comforter. That was back in October, when she first held her hand when they strolled down the eighth street past that cafe. 

To fall in love is apparently to fall suddenly and Alya agreed yet disagreed. Because when she thinks about it to herself on afternoons when she lays sideways down on her couch, her arm wrapped around the girl’s waist, her face melting in her blonde bundle of hair with each tiny golden strand that fell to her face like it was magnet, she thinks back to six-year-old Alya who first clashed with those blue eyes. 

Six-year-old Alya who had her mom pick her up from pre-school, giving her a lecture about fighting others in school, let alone the daughter of the town mayor. Six-year-old Alya who, after her fair moments of silently grumbling to herself about how she was trying to defend her honor regarding who got to play on the swings first, turned to look at the bright skies above the car window that shone light on the fall leaves the way she liked it. Six-year old Alya, though she was definitely going to confront the same girl the next day, thought that girl’s eyes were like the skies just the way six-year-old Alya liked them; peeking through the shadows of high branches from the far distance when the fog mist would evaporate for the light to emerge ever so peacefully from the dark, greeting her each morning.

So it might’ve never been a sudden thing. But the part where she agreed it was?

That part was the sleepover.