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Overwatch Outfit-Swap: Genji and Zenyatta 

[Requests by @morethanlittlesinister , as well as several anons] 

FINALLY. 

Finally, there are robots robot boyfriends who wear each other’s clothes. (Clothes? Pieces?) 

I’m sorry this one too so long, since most of you know I’ve been dealing with chained concussions on and off for over a year. Still, this was such a joy to do, because Zenyatta is my sweet boy - and now looks like General Grievous’ jedi cousin. 

Genji looks a bit odd to me still, and don’t even get me started on how Zenyatta taught him to float… But I took a fair amount of artistic liberties with their designs since neither of them have full reference for the parts of their bodies that aren’t covered? It’s like they planned this. 

ANYWAY ENJOY. 

Thank you all for the submissions! 

[Requests for Overwatch Outfit Swaps are CLOSED]

~hiatus extended to [TBD]~

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Day One: Least Typecast Fave

Song Ji Hyo

From Emergency Couple to Ex Girlfriends Club to Princess Hours and My Wife is Having an Affair this Week, no two of her roles have every felt the same. Sometimes quirky, sometimes untouchable, she is always engaging on screen. While not all her shows have been my personal favorites, I still enjoyed watching her subvert expectations. With an even more prolific array of movie roles plus her versatility on Running Man, she moves from embodying model standards to every-day working life with ease that the industry finds hard to label.


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di-elle  asked:

hi! me again with a canon divergence/AU prompt! Imagine... Jamie finds Claire when he escapes from Ardsmuir prison. (I can't remember if the episode is in Voyager or in The Scottish Prisoner, sorry)

A clink of metal at the door made me look up from mopping the forehead of the desperately ill man.  

There were two men in the door, one tall, painfully thin, dressed in rags, and fettered.  The other was much shorter, slim, light-boned as a girl, and wearing the uniform of an English Army Officer.  This must be the prisoner brought to listen to the dying man’s final words.  Mr. Campbell, who owned The Lime Tree Inn, had mentioned they were coming.

I stood and curtsied to them.  It was only as I was rising that my mind finally made the connections.

Thin he was, and fettered, but he still stood as straight-backed as a king, the top of his head nearly brushing the rafters- chains and starvation could not mask that pride, for all they might try.  

His face was obscured by untrimmed and unwashed red beard, but it could not hide the slanting blue eyes that looked at me out of a bone-white face.  

It had been his hands though, that had given him away.  His right hand, specifically.  Where his left was large, straight, and capable-looking, his right was twisted, the middle finger crooked, the ring finger fused unnaturally straight.  Both had scars across the backs.  Scars that I knew intimately.  Scars I had created.

I schooled my features carefully before looking up at the two men, and cast my lot.  “Feasgar math maighstirean.”  I could only pray that the English officer did not know enough Gaelic to detect my own English accent beneath the unfamiliar words.

The officer gave a short, irritable bow, clearly understanding nothing of what I had just said, but the prisoner simply stood, looking as though he were made of stone.

Thank you, we must speak with the wanderer now in private,” the Englishman said, gesturing me out the door with a polite, if perfunctory wave of his hand.

I cocked my head at him, as though I didn’t understand a word he’d said, and looked then at the prisoner.

At Jamie Fraser.

At my husband.

You’ve learned some Gaelic then, have you Sorcha?” he asked quietly in that language, translating even my name for me.

I lowered my lashes and bobbed my head slightly.  “I’ve been practicing,” I answered.

She doesna speak English,” Jamie lied to the officer.  “Would you like me to ask her if she will have some tea or food sent up?

No, just have her go.

Jamie turned to me again.  “Are you really real?” he asked.

I am. I promise I am.

What are you doing here?

I’m saving your life, fool.”  I could see the confusion and question in his eyes, but the small English officer was shifting from foot to foot, clearly desperate for me to leave.  I bobbed another curtsy and left, as he wanted.

My heart was hammering in my chest as I leaned against the wall outside the door.

I was terrified that the soldier might have been able to read my give-away countenance and see that I was lying.

I was thankful that the man seemed not to understand enough Gaelic to recognize my many mistakes, and that the recognizable feature of my madly-curling hair was tucked respectably away under a proper cap for once.

More than anything though, I was furious.

They were keeping that brilliant, strong, beautiful man of mine fettered.

I wanted to kill them.

~?~?~?~?~

Three days later, Jamie Fraser escaped from Ardsmuir Prison.

I had, of course, known he would.  It was why I’d come.

In 1957, (a year ago for me, and 202 years in the future for everyone else) I had told my husband, Frank that I wanted to begin medical school.  He, claiming to have been driven to the last straw by what he saw as my continued insistence on believing the fairy tale that I had concocted to explain my three years away, finally sought a divorce.  Able to prove that Brianna was not Frank Randall’s daughter, I had been awarded custody and had fled from Boston to the only place that I had ever found a home- Scotland.

Brianna, then nine years old, had been furious with me for never telling her. She’d loved Frank dearly, but his vitriol during the divorce had soured her feelings for him considerably.  Instead, I began to tell her about her real father- the 18th century highlander who had stolen my heart and given me my soul in the form of my daughter.

It had been Brianna’s idea to confirm his death, and her tenacity that had led to me finding him alive after Cullodden.

I had confirmed his death, however.  In the records of Ardsmuir there was a note:

Prisoner James Mackenzie Fraser escaped three days past.  Caught on the moor, he was killed in his re-capture.

We have to save him,” Brianna had said.

And so we had gone.  Flown through time together for the second time.  I had entrusted my daughter to Jenny and Ian with the promise that I would find a way to save Jamie.

What had gone unspoken but had been understood as I rode away from my daughter that day was that yes, I would save Jamie… or die trying.  Giving Brianna to them had not simply been a request for my family to care for her while I was away, but the implicit acknowledgment that I was giving her to them, perhaps for good.  They had accepted Jamie’s daughter without demur.

I’d spent the day that I knew he would escape carefully sifting through my herbs, preparing poultices and salves for his injuries, and packing my bags, knowing we would have to flee immediately.  Mostly I was trying to keep myself busy, ears trained to every sound outside of the miniscule croft where I lived.

For all I thought I had been listening carefully, he still startled me when he arrived.

Between one breath and another, he stood in my doorway (left open to encourage the light), his shadow falling over me long and alien.

Sassenach,” he whispered.

Reaper - He growls under his breath as he basically just makes this person sit down and calm down even if he has to force them to. Their health, especially their mental health, is more important than anything in the world despite what they want to think.

Zenyatta - Have they taken a break? Zenyatta is quick to remind them that they are just human and just sitting down and taking a deep breath can help very much during moments of high stress.

@xviperinae / starter call!

                …Well.

        It looks like he isn’t the only one trying to gain entry into the factory. But what is she doing here?

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As The Reign Falls

happy 300 followers time to suffer

here’s the oumami angst fic i promised you guys i hope you like it

i’m not exactly the best at writing angst but hey i tried

if you guys really like it i might???? make a aprt two but who knows

2,500+ words jfc

death and blood trigger warning as well

@ queue you posted this too early why

@komaedalmao so i heard you like oumami

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I don’t recall the last time I’ve seen such a frantic Jun-kun looking so flusteredly cute before! (^_^)

Cr: Arashi ni Shiyagare 16.01.2016

i’ll see you with your laughter lines

a Sam x Josh fanmix

Tracklist:

1. Waste Them All - Flagship // 2. Let Go - Hollywood Undead // 3. From Eden - Hozier // 4. Tonight You’re Perfect - New Politics // 5. Can’t Help Falling in Love - Twenty One Pilots // 6. Contact - Trocadero // 7. Mountains - Message to Bears // 8. Young Volcanoes - Fall Out Boy // 9. I Always Knew - The Vaccines // 10. When You Were Young - The Killers // 11. You Belong to Me - Courtnee Draper // 12. The Kids Aren’t Alright - Fall Out Boy // 13. Tenerife Sea - Ed Sheeran // 14. Wings - Birdy // 15. The Light Before We Land - The Delgados // 16. Laughter Lines - Bastille

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└ Merry Christmas everyone~~ 🎄🎄🎄

hi, everyone. i hope you all are doing well! take care of your health and get enough sleep~! quick thank you all for following this particular funny kpop gifs blog (OTL i feel like a ton more pop up every time i look). i understand everyone’s tastes may be different and i am biased but i still try to post a variety. please continue to enjoy <3