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speak to a flower today. send well-wishes to the bees. nod respectfully to all crows. thank the air.

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two boys cracking open a cold one five feet apart cos they’re not gay

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I’m sorry, I took a five minute break and this happened. Protect the baby please he’s scared and alone! ;o;

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It's just Game!

(Zarya x Reader) (Its kinda NSFW?) You and Zarya chilling on your couch watching you play a game. She is amused at how focused you are, and she is softly stroking your hair as you play. You are nestled right next to her thigh, and her arm draped over the couch behind you in a possessive but protective manner. You relish the feeling of her fingers going through your hair, and almost lose yourself to her affection till the screen lets out loud beep ring noise signaling your character close to death. You let out a small curse and returned your attention back got the tv. Unbeknownst to you Zarya was watching you closely and smirked. Challenge accepted. You continue to guide your character through their quest trying your hardest to make some progress when you are suddenly are lifted up. You let out a undignified squeal as you are plopped down on your buff babe’s lap. You shoot her a small glare, and returned your attention back to the game trying to save face. Zarya lets out a loud laugh, and wraps one of her guns around your waist pulling you close. You can feel a blush start to grow. “Zarya…” “Mmmm..?” Zarya hummed into your ear. “Please I'm trying to focus, babe.” You softly pleaded as you continued to push your character forward. Again the beautiful Russian woman laughed in your ear, and your blush grew darker. “Well, my little mouse, don't let me distract you.” She purred as she nibbled lightly on your earlobe. You let out a gasp, and struggled to keep your attention on the screen in front of you. You bit your lip to stop any more noises from escaping your lips as your lover continued to shower your neck with affection. Small kisses on your jaw, light suckling on neck, and nips on your shoulder. You bite your lip hard, but you are shaking. You can feel her smirking against your skin. Her hand starts making it's way for your inner thighs. You can feel the tips of her fingers slowly trail down your chest, stomach, then finally making it to your thigh. You clamp your thighs together. “Zarya, no!” She simply hummed, and began massaging your thigh. You were gonna push her hand away when suddenly the tv let out another loud series of beeps, but before you could save your hero from the jaws of death Zarya took advantage of moment and dipped her hand. You jumped as she gently palmed your sex. You let out a moan. Her fingers lightly traced your core through your pajama bottom. You shiver hard at the feeling and were gonna press harder against her fingers when the tv started flashing a bright red. The screen read ‘GAME OVER.’ You suddenly felt a lighting bolt of dread shoot down your spine. When was the last time you saved? You just stared at the screen and can feel a tiny piece of yourself die. Zarya lets out a loud bark of laughter, and you wiggle around to face her. “Why?!?!!!!” You cried as you pounded your fists against her chest. Zarya starts to laugh even harder at your tantrum. “Don't laugh at me! I'm tough! I'm scary goddamn it! Now tell me now why you assisted in the murder of Morgan Freeman?!?” She laughs even louder and you silently fume in her lap. Once your lover starts to settled down she wipes her eyes and gently cradles your face. “It's only game. Why do you have to be mad?” “You are sleeping one the goddamn couch, babe.” You growl as you struggled your way out of her grip, and she starts up laughing again.

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Match ups, Headcannons & Scenarios!

Requests Are Open!

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When my time comes, forget the wrong that I’ve done, Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed. RIP Chester Bennington (20th March 1976 - 20th July 2017)

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Requests Are Open!

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Reblog if you are willing to write in-depth, significant, and valued FRIENDSHIPS.

There is so much focus on romantic/sexual relationships lately. Friendships are incredibly important for characters too, and deserve as much love and attention as romantic/sexual relationships.

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The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

Lord Byon (via wordsnquotes)

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talon: we want hanzo 

me: 

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CAUTION

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ok I know I am literally only 4 hours old as somebody who watches Transformers and I am not used to the concepts and terminology but like ok

so energon is this mine-able rock stuff. And it’s all-in-one fuel, blood, and food for Cybertronians, right?

So then Megatron stabbed the corpse of Cliffjumper with dark energon and turned it into a mindless berserker.

but energon is also food

did he just raise a zombie robot with an evil sandwich

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She knew how to put one foot in front of the other even when they hurt. And she knew there was pain in the journey, but there was also great beauty.

Veronica Rossi, Under the Never Sky  (via wordsnquotes)

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Tease

You brought your lips to the nape of his neck, and watched him suppress a shiver. You continue to press your lips to the soft flesh, and make your up his neck to his ear. With each passing kiss you take note of how the archer refused to give anything way that he was enjoying your attention, but you knew by how by each little kiss the scowl on his face would darkened. Any onlooker would have thought he was getting annoyed with you, but only you knew he was loving it. You could tell by they way his face turned a light shade of red, and how focused he was on his breathing. You nibbled on his earlobe, and hummed happily at the small moan that escaped Hanzo’s lips. The man was mediating before you decided to shower him with your affection. You were seated perfectly on his lap trying to get a rise out of your lover. You let out a soft moan of your own in Hanzo’s ear. He stiffens. You feel strong hands suddenly grip your hips. You lean back to look at him. His eyes were open, and blazing. His piercing glare would have send the fear of God into anyone, but it lost it’s edge due the cherry red hue on his cheeks. You bit your lips to stifle a laugh. “My dragon, what’s wrong? Can’t focus?” You coo batting your eyelashes innocently. The archer just growls, and gently places one of his hands on your chin bringing you close. “You are such a tease, dearest.” Hanzo says flatly then places a small kiss on your awaiting lips.

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Let Me Love You

You hold out your arms.

“No.”

You hold out your arms shaking.

“No.”

You hold out your arms whimpering, and shaking.

“..No”

You hold out your arms whimpering, shaking, and a single tear rolling down your face.

“……” The orange, and white mech glares at you. “(Y/n), I sai-…”

“Ratchet, please.”

The mech stills. He glares into your (y/c) eyes, and you stare pitifully back into his.

You both continue to stare into each other eyes both unyielding. This continues for what seems like eons. Both of you not backing down in your contest of wills. Till the mech lets out a long and loud sigh. “Aghh.. Fine.”

You contain your joy, and hide your smile behind your hand as you wipe your eyes.

The good medic picked you up, and brought you close to his face. You swear you can see him blushing as he pecks you quickly on the head, and presses you close to his helm. Ratchet held you close while you happily nuzzled his face, and placing kisses of your own on his face.

“Always get what you want don’t you, (Y/N)?” He murmured against you.

You just happily hummed, and continued to shower him in your love.

“Thank you, Ratchet.”

“Hmmpf…”

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Mornin Cuddles

You gently brush your fingers across the sleeping cowboy’s cheek, and let out a small giggle when he nuzzled your fingertips. Jesse Mccree the gunslinger known throughout the world for his killer aim, and once being a member of the Deadlock Gang. Can kill six men in seconds with his infamous Deadeye. He said to be one of the deadliest men alive, but to you he was the cutest man alive. You continued to stroke his face when a much larger hand enveloped your smaller one. “Good morning, darling.” Jesse quietly drawled. You just giggle you known for a while that he was wake, but you still continued your ministration of stroking his face. He still hadn’t opened his eyes yet just enjoying the feel of your fingers as they glide across his face in a soothing manner. He hummed quietly at the feeling which made you giggle. Jesse cracked an eye at your laughter. “What’s so funny, love?” You just stuck your tongue out, and leaned in to nuzzle his face. It was his turn to laugh when you showered his face with kisses, and finished your show of affection with an Eskimo kiss. “I cannot contain the joy you give me when I wake up next to you, cowboy.” You erupt into laughter at how suddenly red Jesse’s face got, and when he proceeded to bury his face into your neck. “I love you too, my Huckleberry.”