When V starts spewing corpo jargon
Not today Justin
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
$LAYYYTER

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When V starts spewing corpo jargon
BEST SCENE EVER
Chaotic Good
This scene will forever leave the biggest impression on me
Thank you so much. I adore when this crosses my dash.
I have watched this clip every time it crosses my dash; probably a few times a year since it was released.
One day I’ll actually watch the film itself.
he even saved the fish 😭
This scene will forever be in my mind
Max and Chloe are Endgame Regardless
Just a gentle reminder that regardless of AU, reimagining of LiS details, or head canon… Max and Chloe are IN LOVE in every possible reality if you keep them in character! Sure, you can imagine whatever made up (non-canon) events you want and take them out of character, but then they’re not really Max and Chloe anymore, are they?
Anyway, Pricefield is endgame!
From The Way Sorrow Tastes by painted__black
(because it lives rent free in my brain)
Oh no this is becoming more and more a guilty pleasure ship for me
the length i went through just to deliver this lesbian joke for moicy….
Moira, typing on her report: '..the subject showed signs of conflicted–' what's that word again?
Mercy: ..emotions?
Moira: Yes, that one!
Moira, typing slowly: 'e-m-o-t-i-o-n-s'
I’m not afraid.
Holy shit
yours
Fantasy au for first day of the moicy week! c:
*sniffs and clicks tongue* *saves entire panel*
i know that canonically moira and mercy hate each other and have a very interesting and complicated relationship but. every time i play mercy and i float towards the moira on my team to heal them i go heehee. im helping my goth gf <3
ME FR
Do you love me, angel?
I ONLY KNOW PAIN
The Angel’s Dying Ember
Not the Legend of Korra but Overwatch. I’ve had this in my docs for some time and I just needed to post this somewhere. It’s Moicy fic and I just needed to release the angst >w<
Sorry if this isn’t great, and sorry it’s so short lol. Anyways just below the line you can read it.
Read the tags for any tw’s and such, thank you qwq
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These hands could hold the world but it’ll Never be enough, for me.
Moira siendo soft con Angela.
can i walk you home?
You’re A Mean One, Dr. O’Deorain - Overwatch, Moicy(Moira/Mercy)
Suggested by fionakemp “Hallmark movie time. Character A disenchanted by Christmas only to find themselves stuck w character B who is horny for Christmas” - It was a novel concept.
The movie was trite, the message idle, the songs worst of all. Why she had agreed to it, she could not recall, fingers wrapping around her mug of coffee, before remembering with a bitter sip the very exact reason she had agreed. She was sat beside her, hair up and jumper on, grinning at the screen with hot cocoa in a steaming mug, eyes leaving the screen only to search for a reaction. To the movie or the coffee, it could not be said, though both made Moira’s face contort, and both she would suffer for her.
Still, she would concede, hands folded in her lap as if she were examining a lengthy medical report and an animated film for children, it was novel. It served its purpose, one of holiday entertainment, complete with saccharine nonsense about the meaning of Christmas and irritatingly catchy music that would no doubt pester her head when she craved quiet contemplation most. Medically inaccurate, she would add, in that tone close to humourous, lips twisting into something almost - though only almost - resembling a smile.
A heart that grew three times its size in a single day would be tremendously unlikely, and would only end in certain death. Read on Ao3
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