#YALL DONT EVEN K N O W

[timeisacephalopod]

It is absolutely wild to me that America is having a groomer panic when the supreme court basically just told Mormons they can diddle children and not report it because "religious freedom" and I'm really starting to wonder when this "religious freedom" stops if not reporting literally the worst crime you can commit is fine under the guise of God. Perhaps these people would be fine with a father murdering his daughter because she had premarital sex and that brought dishonor on the family, or are they against that only because they associate so called "honor killings" with Muslims? Because the way it's going they are ONE stop away from genuinely arguing this with the way they've allowed religion to shit all over everyone else's rights by holding the feelings of Christians above literally everything else, including CSA victims. Religious freedom is not the right to take away everyone else's rights regardless of what a Certain Brand of Christian thinks. Especially when the only religion that gets this freedom in the US (and Canada) is Christianity.

Like don't panic about groomers if you're going to make it legal for Mormons to rape children and do nothing about it, and instead of calling trans people pedos come out and saw what you mean because I'm tired of the political right couching everything they say in coded fucking language so they can hide their actual intentions. If you need to do this much subterfuge to hide your political goals you damn well KNOW your ideas are unpopular and fucked up I wish these people were even a quarter as oppressed as they think they are because then we'd actually start violently and virulently questioning literally everything about everything whenever a republican or a conservative opened their fucking face instead of only doing that to people we don't like while accepting whatever horse shit falls out of the political rights ass no matter how ridiculous or who gets hurt, children they want to "save" so bad included.

[llimerrence]

"I've heard about this Big Ben, but I don't understand. Is he called that because of how tall he is? Or is it because of how strong he is?"

[svnnysidez]

wonbin nsfw alphabet?

a=aftercare: honestly, he doesnt do much, you do more for him then he does for you. you two cuddle afterwards but thats really it

b=body part: on you, your waist, god he loves your waist, his hands are always on it, always has an arm wrapped around it. whenever you're riding him his hands are always on your waist. on him, he likes his fingers, he loves to play guitar and his fingers are so strong from playing guitar, loves prodding at that spongey spot in your walls, his fingers so skilled at making you feel amazing.

c=cum: he loves to cum on your stomach, loves painting your pretty body with his cum (he ends up licking it all up)

d=dirty secret: whenever your out of the house and he gets needy he takes ur panties that you wore the most recent and fucks his fist using them 🤭

e=expirence: i'd say before you he probably had like 3-5 partners, but with them he didnt really do much but vanilla missionary sex with them. he knew how to please a girl before you but you taught him how to please you specifically he hes a fast learner yall 😏

f=favorite position: loves when you're on top of him !!

g=goofy: i'd say hes pretty funny, but he can be serious if he wants to be

h=hair: hes 100% shaved down, i wouldnt be suprised if he got waxed regularly

i=intimacy: can be intimate if its like a special occasion but he is more comfortable being a little sillier

j=jack off: even tho yall are having sex VERY regularly, he still jacks off, not as frequently as he used to, but he still does it a lot

k=kink: overstimulation but not on you, on him, he might pretend that he hates it, but GOD he loves when your hand is squeezing his cock hard making him cum 10x over without breaks,

l=location: just the bed, yall do too much when ur having sex to do it anywhere else

m=motivation: just anything, anything you do turns him on, with NO fail

n=no: he honestly says he would try anything once, doesnt have any limits

o=oral: LOVES giving and receiving, loves when hes making you feel so good and your hands are pulling his hair :(( and when your giving him head hes on cloud 9 😣 loves it so much, loves ur pretty mouth around his cock sucking him dry

p=pace: when hes on top he goes pretty fast but when you're riding him you go a little slower

q=quickie: hes iffy on them, it just depends on where and when, but sometimes he wants to take his time

r=risk: like i said before, hes always down to try anything once

s=stamina: he can go for SO long like its crazy how long wonbin lasts. can go for 8-9 rounds without getting tired

t=toys: loves getting toys involved, viberators, cock rings, butt plugs, the occasional dildo

u=unfair: he cant, cant tease you like at all, whatever you ask you get

v=volume: he gets so loud, whining, groaning, moaning, begging for you to go easier on him

w=wild card:

x=xray: hes pretty big probably around 6 1/2 to 7" i dont think hes that thick though

y=yearing: ALWAYS 24/7 hes always thinking abt it, always initiating stuff with you, again, like i said, he gets hard with like zero initiation from you

z=zzz: doesnt really sleep afterwards, like at all, he loves cuddling afterwards though!

[awkwardarmadildo]

sorry to all the kataang shippers (edit: N O T D I R E C T E D A T K A T A A N G S H I P P E R S T H I S I S A G R I E V A N C E W I T H T H E W R I T E R S) out there but kataang genuinely skeeves me out like

hes 12. shes 14. thats so weird to me. thats so Gross to me. thats a sixth grader, a kid brand new to middle school or even still in elementary school depending on location/school district, and a freshman in highschool.

and dont even say uM aCtUaLly HeS oNe HuNdReD aNd TwElVe i do not give the faintest fuck. he has the experience, mentality, physicality, all that shit, of a twelve year old. hes twelve. thats weird, thats gross, i dint like it

no judgment to kataang shippers though (edit: some of) yall seem neato

(edit: i was 14 freshman year, i was 12 in sixth grade, im not pulling numbers and grades from my ass this is just my actual experience)

[crymeariveronceagain]

I TOLD A GUY AT MY OLD SCHOOL ID TELL HIM BEFORE I TRANSFERRED AND THEN I FORGOT AND HE DIDN'T K N O W AND NOW I FEEL LIKE CRAP EVEN THOUGH IK IM NOT A BIG ENOUGH PLAYER IN THE GRAND SCHEME OF LIFE I FEEL LIKE I RAN AWAY AND HE WAS A GREAT GUY AND I ENJOYED HANGING OUT WITH HIM ONCE IN A WHILE AND HE WAS LIKE THIS OLDER BROTHER OF A GUY AND YALL I DONT MEET MANY OF THOSE AND HE CALLED ME SUNSHINE ONCE AND IT MADE ME SO HAPPY BECAUSE USUALLY PEOPLE DONT CALL ME NICKNAMES AND STUFF MY IRL NAME ISNT REALLY NICKNAMEABLE AND LET ALONE "SUNSHINE" BUT ANYWAY I FORGOT TO TELL HIM I WAS GOING TO TRANSFER I SWEAR I TOLD EVERYONE AND NOW IM GONNA CRY GOODNIGHT GUYS I'M JUST A LITTLE BIT AWFUL SOMETIMES

[julysn]

julia really needs to sleep: late night rants with yours truly

topic: this one gorgeous fanfic that got deleted on thanksgiving and now i haven’t been happy ever since.

time: 2:10 cst

i love ranting about this silly deleted fic

129 days.

a hundred and twenty nine days since that fanfic has been deleted and i couldn’t download a copy before the author did so.

i haven’t smiled since the day before. i haven’t laughed since the day before. i haven’t felt an ounce of joy since the day before.

i woke up on thanksgiving day expecting some good ass turkey but what i got was as if that turkey had expired and mold all over it.

NO SERIOUSLY THAT FANFIC WAS SO GOOD YALL DONT GET ME. it was a sp one and i don’t think i have ANY sp mutuals here?? so.. lemme explain..

it was a kyle broflovski academic rivals to lovers. fake relationship trope. i remember sm of the fic despite not having read it for months??/ i even downloaded a pdf so i could read it on a fight 2 detroit but I DELETED IT AFTERWARD. JULIA WTF.

plot/thingy/intro: so basically stan had to pull y/n into the janitors closet bc y/n was on the cheer team + bsfs with wendy (sp lore: stan and wendy are dating) and he tells her sm about college? FUCK I FOROT IT BUT ANYWAYS

also everyone’s aged up to hs. feel like that’s self explanatory but i am not reading an elementary fic hell no busters

and then craig and tweek (sp lore: they’re dating) walk in and they’re like “… 😦😦” bc one male one female in janitors closet why wouldn’t u think that and craig went “….this is our makeout closet” I LAUGHED SO JARD LMFAO

and so stan uses the excuse that he was confronting y/n about being on a date w kyle broflibskii!!11! omg. and it’s shocking bc everyone knows they’re enemies so craig + tweek believe it.

and since this took place during lunch, and kyle eats lunch in the gymnasium so the two go there and stan explains the mess he dragged them into and he’s like “pwease ☹️ pwease i don’t want wendy to think i cheated on her WITH HER FRIEND!” so yk kyle agrees and they hug and shit

scenes that happened that i remember: OMG. THIRD CHAPYER. y/n was eating in the gym in the bleachers and kyle used her lap as a pillow and they shared a peanut butter and jelly sandwich i loved this scene oh my god it was so cute

also: lore drop: y/n is cartmans cousin. i don’t need to say much to explain anything, if you’ve been on the internet for at least a month you’d know about his character

so after a game since y/n is on the cheer team she goes home and OH NAUR. CARTMAN LOCKED HER OUT FOR DATING KYLE OH NAURRRR. and it’s raining too! so y/n gets all soaked in the rain and kyle finds her so he takes her to his place and she has to shower and wear his clothes and it’s cute

they didn’t sleep in the same bed. NOOOOOO but he slept on the floor and let her take his bed what a gentleman k lived this fic so i loved it with all of my soul and heart pls come back.

dead on arrival by strawbebbyparks u changed my life forever.

ever since i first read that fic, i have been prettier. my hair looks better now, i look better now and i finally have a solid clothing style that suits me. i am feeling much more well.

i have not gotten sick within the time period that the fic was up on tumblr + ao3. but i swear i had a massive cold days after it got deleted. NOOOOOOOOOOO,,LKKK

please it was so good.

i’m manifesting that the author is just rewriting everything and she’ll re upload it w better writing + scenes soon bc I MISS DOA SM IT WAS SO GOOD

i remember having an online friend and in the middle of the night i’d be there and we’d be having a convo on how it was the best kyle x reader and no one could top it. doa was amazing

that fic motivated me into writing again too omg i remember reading it and immediately beginning to wri my own kyle fics

i remember waking up on summer days METICULOUSLY checking my notifications to see if k got an update email. and if i did i would be screaming and giggling and kicking my feet just reading it over and over again

also i’m js exaggerating like i’ve obviously been mourning the fic but i wasn’t THAT sad 😭😭

[b7ssh1fting]

face claim ideas for idol dr

(east asian + fem ver) so i mainly shift to idol drs, so i decided to give out some ideas and faceclaims i've used for my drs :) some are idols already and some are from instagram

I . h o y e o n j u n g

-she's genuinely so pretty and if anyone remembers like a couple years ago when she went totally viral for being in squid games yeah thats the kind of media u could be looking at in your dr with her :)

II . h w a n g y e j i

-yeji is absolutely gorgeous i can't even. if you want a more intense vibe in your dr then she can do intense looking and cute looking. people rank her in the same look department as like jisoo and jennie and stuff so she's certainly not lacking. she also has sort of a cat-like look to her if you like those vibes.

III . a n y u j i n

-yujin is genuinely one of the prettiest idols i've seen. she has a more innocent look to her i think, but she can also pull off more intense looks

IV . j e o n s o y e o n

-soyeon is so pretty. she doesnt fit the kbs too well, but shes still gorgeous. she also has a more intense look to her, not as innocent, if you like that, but she can pull off both. not to mention even her vibes kind of have a scary-rapper vibe to her, so if that's what you're going for she works great too.

V . s o n g y u q i

-YUQI IS SO PRETTY. her with curly hair >>> she has a more innocent look to her i think but like in this reality combined with her deep voice is just satisfying :) love yuqi. personally i think she has kind of a rockstar vibe around her too so if thats what youre going for (*cough* me *cough*) shes a good option

VI . idk her name and im sorry i dont know her ig but this girl

-okay so im sorry i dont know her ig or her name :( but this girl is so pretty for what. like bro is gorgeous. she was my fc for so long lmao

VII . x i a o n g z a i o k

-too gorgeous. she looks like a literal doll omfg. love her.

thats all for now but if yall want a part 2 lmk :)

[seabonre]

here’s a gif of link forcibly pulling in rhett’s arm to achieve proper group hug/bee sandwich status

[sugarfreerooibos]

Seeing as 4 is my OCD fixation number i have decided this is a growth milestone 😌 i am now declaring myself to be a

niche microinfluencer

thank you all 🥳🎉🤩😲🤑

[ask-lysithea-von-ordelia]

*Lysithea gets a new battalion: Just a Bunch of Mudkips*

Oh, thank you. But... what are these little blue creatures? Hm, they’re little water creatures that can spit water as a weapon? How interesting... Well, they will give me a unique advantage on the battlefield, and they’re cute too! Thank you for this battalion, I promise to make the best of it.

[eektheart]

My gender dysphoria is beating me up rn AAAAAAAAAAAAAA sorry

Im so sorry babyyyy 💕💕😔😔🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😔💕but honestly same. Gender disphoria really knows how to do it to em, doesnt it ?😔😔😔 that bastard

Okay im gonna let u in on a big ol secret that i use to help me when i feel horrible about my body and just general existence. Ill get in the shower with a pair of hairdressing scissors and cut like a 1/2 an inch off of my hair. 😂😂 I have no idea why this works but it does, its like a Russian roulette, you never know if its gonna look bad or good until u get out of the shower and even if its weird and patchy i like to feel like i have some control over how i look. The other day i took a razor to my eyebrow and now i have a secret eyebrow slit that i fill in with makeup during the day 😂😂😂😂 dont tell pls

[oo0owo0oo]

i just saw west side story and i gotta say i dont think a movie has ever left me this mad

[dramaticalcorgi]

oh, to be a mukbang youtuber...

[ddaenggtan]

she has Not seen evidence idk wtf she's talking about

SORRY THE SELFIES THAT I HAVE SEEN SAY THAT I HAAAAAAAAVE

[ua-monoma]

(Ua-vladking) I was told to check on you. What's up kid.

Hhhhhhhhhhiii Vlad-sensei,,,, I’m just feeling a little sick that’s all,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,I have a f-,,,fever,,,,so,,,!! That’s all, haha!!! P-please don’t worry about me it’s okay--

[soft-butch-cassidy]

Eyes Up, ch 1: We Belong In The Wilds

Summary: In a world bleak and cold with Darkness, where can hope be found? What does it mean to be a Guardian? Light lives in all things, in all places; and sometimes, it takes unusual sources as a reminder of that.

Chapter summary: Hanzo, a newly risen Guardian, wakes after hundreds of years slumped over the corpse of his brother, staring at a strange cowboy and some funny floating robots. They have to move fast, so for the unfortunate brothers, explanation will have to wait; the Fallen have found them.

Tags/Warnings: Destiny AU, MCD (immortal characters), canon-typical violence

AO3 -- Buy me a coffee?

He took his first breath, and fire burst in his body.

Flames shot through his chest as he jerked upright. His hands clung at dry, cool earth and he gasped.

“Whoa, there, partner, easy does it,” said a gentle voice.

He could see, now, he realized. He blinked in the bright light. In front of him, a man was kneeling. He wore boots and a red cape or something, and a wide-brimmed hat. There was a gun and a knife at his hip. Over the cape and strapped to his back, he could see the long barrel of what was clearly a sniper rifle.

The man angled his head. “Hey, can you hear me? You doin’ alright?”

He sat up. He felt… he didn’t know. Like he should be in pain, but with the first breath in his lungs over, he felt more full of life than he could--

Remember.

The man held out a hand, palm down and fingers splayed, a gesture for him to remain calm. “First breath is a hell of a rush, ain’t it?” he said with a small smile. “Not many folks get to have their first breath more than once. You’re alright, there, Guardian.”

He knit his brow.

“Bit much to take in, I know. Why don’t you back up a bit so this little fella can get up your… friend, there.” The man gestured down at the dirt.

He was laying on top of old, dry bones, a skeleton half-buried in the dirt.

Inches from his own hand was the hilt of a long, curved sword, the rusty blade of which rested within the crumbled ribcage of the bones.

His next breath wasn’t full of fire, but hurt just as bad, deep in his gut. He jerked back, away from the bones.

“Whoa, whoa, it’s okay,” said the man.

“You have to move too, you know,” said another voice.

The man huffed and stood up. He stepped back, and his boots jingled with the movement. From behind him, a small… thing appeared, floating near his head. It was a small orb with a few pointed parts and a light that mimicked an eye. A tiny robot.

The man looked at him, then at the floating thing. “Oh, right. Sorry. This is Star. She’s my Ghost.”

The Ghost looked over at him. The pointed pieces rotated. “Hey,” she said. “Your Ghost thought it would be best if we let another person take over helping you back to the world of the living.”

He felt it befire he heard it; something electric in his limbs, a feeling of something he could only describe as existence, as part of him, to his side. It whirred softly beside him, and he turned his head to see another Ghost. “Hello. I’m Seiryu,” it said in a gentle male voice. “It was very hard to find you. They helped a lot.”

A third Ghost--how many were there?--approached. It flew low over the skeleton. It turned to the man and seemed to nod. “Thank you for helping us find our Guardians.”

The man tipped his hat. “I’ll help y’all back to the City, too, don’t you worry none, Zenyatta.”

The Ghost split apart into a translucent ball of soft blue light, the points rotating around the orb in the center. Bright white light shimmered over the body, almost too bright to look at, and he had to look away.

When he looked back, there was a man laying in the dirt. As he watched, the man gasped and his eyes flew open.

He pushed himself upright to his knees, eyes wide and vivid green.

He had been clutching his stomach. His hand relaxed now.

“Hey, easy, there,” said the man in the hat once more, stepped into sight of the other man with an easy smile. “Welcome back to the world of the living, partner.”

The man looked at him, then turned his head again.

“Hanzo,” said the man, softly.

“Genji.”

The Ghosts and the man in the hat all shared a look.

“Well, that’s… nothin’ I’ve ever seen before,” the man muttered.

“Wait, wait, no-- what happened?” Genji asked.

Hanzo shook his head. “I… I do not remember.”

“You remember more than I did, if you know your names,” the man said. “You died a long, long time ago.”

Hanzo looked back at the sword and felt ice spear into his gut.

Had he killed him?

“I don’t remember… anything…” Genji said. “Dead? What do you mean? Where are we?”

“You’re on Earth,” Star said.

“You are Guardians,” Zenyatta explained. “Champions of the Light. The Traveler chose you to wield its power to protect humanity. And so we found you. I am Zenyatta. I’m your Ghost.”

“Aw, shoot, never introduced myself,” the man said. “Jesse McCree, just McCree is fine. Hunter, gunslinger, your ride back to the City. We gotta book it soon, though. Fallen like to scavenge ‘round here.”

Fallen, Hanzo thought. He knew what they were. Spider-like humanoids--aliens.

“A Ghost?” Genji asked. He reached up, nearly brushing his fingers on Zenyatta, but not touching him. “What do you do?”

“Lots of things,” he replied, sounding amused. “Bring you back to life, for one thing.”

“The Speaker at the City can explain everything,” McCree said. “I just kinda shoot all the bad guys.” He shrugged.

“And help find new Guardians, apparently,” Star scoffed. She buzzed around him. “You guys were lucky we were in the area. Hopefully Reyes won’t mind if we put a hold on the mission to bring some new friends home.”

McCree waved a hand and stepped forward. He held out a hand to Hanzo. “Up and at ‘em. Hanzo, then?”

He nodded and accepted his hand. He was warm. McCree similarly helped Genji to his feet and looked between the two. “Damn… y’all look real similar.”

Seiryu flew around in front of them. “You really do. Maybe you were siblings.”

Zenyatta looked them over as well and looked to Seiryu. “Amazing,” he said. “The Traveler works in such mysterious ways.”

Hanzo looked over at Genji. He couldn’t remember a single thing, but he could feel it nonetheless. Genji smiled at him. “I think we were,” Genji said.

Hanzo gave a small nod of agreement. The sword burned in the dirt.

“What do we do now?” Genji asked.

“We go to the City,” McCree said. “Our ship’s nearby, it’s over--”

He froze.

Star looked around and tucked herself into his cape. Zenyatta and Seiryu retreated closer to Genji and Hanzo, as well.

McCree pulled out his gun. “Fallen,” he hissed. “Keep quiet.”

Hanzo tensed. His hands itched for a weapon.

McCree glanced at Star, whose pointed edges spiralled around as she scanned the environment. “They’re to our left,” she said, robotic voice hushed. “We should be okay if we’re really quiet.”

McCree nodded. “Stay close, stay low. We’ll get you on the ship and get you some guns ASAP,” he hissed to them.

“You’ll be okay,” Seiryu assured Hanzo from his place hovering beside his elbow.

Slowly, the two brothers followed McCree. Hanzo kept a careful eye on the surroundings. They seemed to be in some sort of ancient town, long since abandoned, but clearly once vibrant and lively. Trees with dark bark and soft pink blossoms grew wild, and the ground was covered in petals in some places. A lot of the road that was once there was eroded and broken away by what must’ve been decades, even centuries of decay.

It was a wonder that the Ghosts had found Genji and himself.

Something skittered in a building nearby. McCree aimed, finger hovering on the trigger. His jaw shifted and his dark eyes flitted about, sharp as an eagle for any movement. After a few seconds, he lowered his gun and gestured for them to continue.

They kept slow through the streets. The Ghosts kept close, tucked in folds of clothes, peeking out to scan for Fallen. McCree held out his hand every now and again to give Star a place to hover and focus on the scan before letting her duck back under his cloak.

“We parked the ship just around the block,” McCree said in a low voice. “We’ll be home free when we get there.”

Hanzo and Genji both nodded in understanding. Hanzo kept his hand near Seiryu protectively. There was a gentle warmth from the Ghost, like he was alive. Hanzo supposed he was.

With no warning, an inhuman war cry echoed through the empty streets.

McCree whirled with his gun raised. “Sh-- dammit! They found us!”

“We should run,” Star suggested.

Three bursts of pale blue came spiralling out from an open doorway, and four glowing blue eyes glittered in the darkness. The blasts from the Dreg’s rifle missed, but left harsh burned marks on the tree behind them.

“We should definitely run,” Seiryu agreed.

McCree took a step back. “Down the block, to the left, can’t miss it. Go! I’ll hold ‘em off til y’all are there!”

“But--” Hanzo started.

“We’re unarmed, Guardian,” Seiryu said. “We would be a distraction. We need to hurry!”

“I’ll be fine. This ain’t my first rodeo.” McCree’s gun cracked loudly, and one of the Fallen shrieked as its body toppled from a balcony to the broken concrete below. “I’ll be right with you! Your Ghosts know what to do!” There was another crack of the hand cannon.

More eyes began to appear in the shadows, faint blue-hued silhouettes of camouflaged Fallen creeping from the woodworks with rifles and blades at the ready, growling and garbling to each other in the Eliksni tongue. Hanzo took a step backwards, toward the ship.

“Genji,” Zenyatta said urgently. He appeared in a shimmer and shoved gently at Genji. “We must go.”

Genji cursed. “Be careful, McCree.”

“I got it under control,” McCree said, snapping his focus to a Vandal crawling down a wall.

Reluctant, but with no other options, unarmed as they were, the two of them turned and darted down the road with their Ghosts safely hidden away. McCree’s gun echoed loudly among the derelict buildings, just discernible over the howls and snarls of the Fallen and their shrill guns.

“Left!” Seiryu said. Hanzo moved on instinct, dodging a blade that slashed harrowingly close to his face. He looked up with wide eyes at the Vandal snarling at him before its head exploded and ether came hissing out in a shimmering puff of smoke.

Hanzo leapt over the corpse and spared a glance for McCree, who was slowly backing up as he reloaded. Genji nudged Hanzo to urge him on.

Around the corner, the street opened into what must once have been a plaza. Parked in the center of it was a large ship, the same rusty red as McCree’s cloak. There were no signs of Fallen around, not immediately, at least.

“How do we get in?” Genji asked.

Zenyatta flew up closer to the ship. “Without Star and her Guardian there is little we can do unless I or Seiryu hack into the ship. We will have to wait for them to come back to let us in.”

Hanzo sighed. “Of course. We have been alive all of twenty minutes, and already luck is not on our side.”

Genji scoffed. “I have the feeling that luck was not on our side before, either.”

Hanzo crossed his arms, avoiding looking at the man he knew was his brother, a man he couldn’t remember any more than he could remember himself. “I concur.”

Genji’s hand brushed against his chest, seemingly without paying attention to it. Hanzo felt an aching pain deep in his own gut, but no reason, no memory for it, which was perhaps more of a terrible feeling.

“Don’t worry,” Seiryu said, nudging Hanzo gently. “We will get back to the City, and things will start to look up.”

Hanzo didn’t have a response to that, but held out his hand for Seiryu to hover over. Having the Ghost looking up at him with that bright eye brought a little wave of calm over his turbulent thoughts. This little robot was certainly tied to him in some deep, inexplicable way. Hanzo was not sure yet how he felt.

After all, he had said it himself; he had only been alive for about twenty minutes.

Suddenly the loud bang of McCree’s gun grew louder. Seiryu vanished in a sprinkle of light, though Hanzo could still feel him, in a metaphysical sort of way.

McCree came sprint around the corner. He turned and fired off three shots before looking back at them. “Star, get ‘em on board!”

“Roger that, Guardian,” came her affirmative, and the little Ghost zoomed toward the ship. She dissipated much like Seiryu just had as she neared the ship.

“Prepare for transmat,” said her voice, though it came from Seiryu, pushing her comm relay. “I can only take you one at a time. Hold tight. Genji, you’re first.”

Genji saluted to Hanzo before he, too, was warped away in a twinkle of light.

“Welcome aboard. One moment. Hanzo, you’re next.”

He felt a tingling static around him and glanced up to McCree, fighting back the encroaching Fallen.

Just as he felt his own body dissolve and begin to reform as he was transmatted into the ship, he saw a burst of metal from a Captain’s shrapnel launcher, and the Hunter crumbled to the ground in a bloody heap.

The instant Hanzo reformed inside the ship, he bolted for the front of the ship.

“Hanzo?” Genji asked, sprinting after him.

“Star--” Hanzo started.

“I know!” she exclaimed, turning to look at him. “It’s fine! We need to go, now!”

“Fine?! He-- he just--”

“One of you take over for a moment. Just get us off the ground,” Star said. “Start heading for the City.”

Zenyatta and Seiryu shared a look before Seiryu flew forward to take over starting up the ship.

Star split apart into several pieces, into that same glowing blue orb with all the parts that Zenyatta had formed before reviving Genji. After a few seconds, a small burst of holographic flame sprouted around her. The flame spiraled down in a small double helix before a body took shape from head down, made of pale light that quickly colored into a familiar figure. He landed on his feet and gasped sharply.

Star reformed as the ship shuddered for liftoff.

McCree cursed and reached up to his chest. “Damn Captains,” he complained.

“You--” Hanzo said. “I saw you die.”

“Oh, you thought the resurrection was a one-time deal?” Star said.

“It is very, very difficult for Guardians to die,” Zenyatta explained.

“You just died, McCree?” Genji asked. “What happened?”

“Captain,” McCree said. “I should’ve been a bit less cocky. That was my own fault for being stupid. I underestimated the force of their shrapnel launchers. Hurts real bad, I do not recommend it, by the way.” He stepped forward to take the controls. Seiryu backed off, returning to Hanzo.

The Hunter fell heavily in the pilot seat and adjusted his hat. “Y’all might wanna hold on.”

“He likes to fly fast.”

McCree grinned as Hanzo and Genji uncertainly reached for handholds. “You never argue.”

The ship shuddered and jolted forward.

Hanzo was glad for the warning.

“Y’all know about the Last City already?” McCree asked, loudly over the engine.

“I can guess,” Genji answered. “But, no, I don’t think I have heard of it.”

Hanzo shook his head.

“Figured,” McCree replied. “Last bastion of hope for what’s left of humanity outside the Awoken in the Reef. If you count them.”

Genji and Hanzo shared a glance, their eyes glowing green and blue.

“Reckon you might’ve been part of ‘em, once. Loads of Awoken came back to Earth after… whatever the hell happened.” McCree flipped a few switches. “Buncha Guardians are Awoken, but they won’t consider y’all Awoken, really, ‘cause Guardians live for the Traveller, in the Light. Their home is in shadow. Not Darkness, though. The Last City’s on… relatively good terms with ‘em, but they’re so far out there that there ain’t much contact.”

“The City is home to most of the people left on Earth,” Star went on. “We’ll be going to the Tower, where Guardians live. When they’re not all out and about saving the world and protecting the City from the forces of Darkness, anyway. We’ll take you to the Speaker, first, and then the Vanguard.”

“And get y’all some guns! The Vanguard’ll help see you through the beginning, and then it’ll just be second nature before you know it.”

“What would we… do?” Genji asked.

“Fight,” Zenyatta said. “Defend the Traveller, and protect the Light. The agents of Darkness are everywhere, and the Traveller and all of mankind must be kept safe.”

“Why us? Why would the Traveller chose us?” Hanzo asked.

McCree shrugged. “She works in mysterious ways. Ain’t got the slightest inkling of who I was before Star brought me back. Only context clue, like you guys. Way out in the desert, in a long-abandoned warehouse full of mostly broken guns from the Golden Age. That’s the miracle of the thing, ain’t it? We could’ve been heroes, or we could’ve been murderers, or we could’ve been nobodies. But it doesn’t matter now. We’re reborn. And every death is a new start. Like I said, not a lot of people get the chance to take their first breath again. It hurts like nothin’ else. Might be the only thing more painful than dying, honestly, that feeling of air in your lungs. Even Exos have told me their rebirth is always intense. But it reminds us that we’re still people. We still die.”

McCree reached up one hand to let his Ghost hover over it. “We might come back, but it’s not a blessing. The Light is a gift, for sure, but it ain’t a free pass. She saw somethin’ in our souls, and maybe we were all awful. Who knows? This could be atonement. Don’t really matter, in my opinion. We’re Guardians now.”

Hanzo felt the hilt of the sword in his hand again. The guilt burned deep in him when he looked at his brother.

He didn’t know for sure--but McCree glanced at him, and he felt sick. McCree had seen their bones, and he could see it in his eyes.

There was only one conclusion to be drawn from their deaths.

Seiryu hovered over Hanzo’s shoulder. Hanzo felt the Ghost nudge him gently, and turned to look at him. Seiryu had no mouth, but Hanzo could feel a gentle, reassuring smile nonetheless.

“You’ll be a wonderful Guardian. I’m sure of it,” Seiryu said softly.

Hanzo could only hope. He stared out the front of the ship with his Ghost over his shoulder as the Traveller came into view, and the Last City that stretched for miles beneath its Light, and he felt a little shiver as he gazed at the celestial being that had breathed life back into him after centuries of being nothing but dust.

If the Traveller thought he could be a protector--no, not a protector. A Guardian. If it thought he could be a Guardian… he wasn’t sure what it meant, exactly. It was a terrifying thought.

As he looked on the Traveller as the ship flew ever closer, it gave him no answers. He would have to make sense of his new life on his own.