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( omg the new tracer comic is so CUTE. i hope the artist who drew it does more stuff, i like their style a lot )
( DELICIOUS FINALLY SOME NEW FUCKING ROADHOG VOICELINES )
Patch 1.47 Interactions
For the first time in quite a while, we have new interactions in Overwatch. Thereâs not many, and Sigmaâs bunch of interactions are still incomplete, but hereâs what we have.
Reaper: Why am I being subjected to this agony? Moira: No need to thank me, I only saved your life.
Widowmaker: I donât understand how you can trust Sombra. Reaper: I donât. But Sombra has her uses and I know what sheâs been up to.
Mercy: Ah, youâre here. Itâs good to have backup. Baptiste: Always glad to lend you a hand, Dr. Ziegler.
Baptiste: Itâs good to be working with you again, Dr. Ziegler. Mercy: And under better circumstances too.
Winston: Hammond, how did you escape anyway? Wrecking Ball: [squeaks] Winston: What? That explains the drag when I lifted off ⊠I was sure that my calculations were correct.
Genji: Angela, what did you wish for on your tanzaku? Mercy: If I tell you ⊠does it mean it wonât come true?
Genji: Doomfist, you are truly a worthy foe. Doomfist: If we fight again, I canât promise youâll walk away this time. Genji: Nor can I.
Roadhog: I saw you at Calaveras. Sombra: They let you in there? Well ⊠I guess no one was goint to stop you.
Moira: Why am I not surprised to learn that you grew up in a place like this, McCree? McCree: Iâm from Texas.
McCree: Howâd a guy like you get a nickname like âSparrowâ anyway? Genji: My father, Sojiro, called me that as an insult. Iâve grown to like it.
Sombra: Katya Volskaya and Aleksandra Zaryanova ⊠traiters to your own country. You deserve each other. Zayra: I do what I must, for my people.
Moira: I know we have our differences, but your brilliant mind would be welcome among my colleagues in Oasis. Mercy: No thank you. You and your colleagues discredit the field of science. I want nothing to do with it.
There may be others that I missed, but these are the ones I could pick out just looking through the hero audio files.
Havent drawn these Boiz in a WHILE. They are about to cause some mischief. Bout to ruin someoneâs dayÂ
primedspecimenâ:
âKing it is! The kingpig of the whole operation, eh?â Get it? Get it? Didnât matter, because he was giggling now. âArm in infamous arm~â He was clearly feeling particularly animated today, as he jerked away from Hogâs arm into a squat. âAww, strewth, though. You looked bloody aces in that crown. Wonder if we can get that one back for yaâŠ?â
Insert Kel from Kenan and Kel saying âawww here it goesâ.
â Doubt it. â
Hog could only imagine how much theyâd doubled down on security since their last attempt on the crown. Was too bad. It was very shiny. And God help him, he LOVED shiny things.
â Hafta make a new one. â
The Rat was fairly handy, and surprisingly good at improvising with what little scrap and material he could cobble together. Wouldnât be the same, but it was better than nothing.
dirtydungareesâ:
A mischievous grin stretches across her face as he gets himself up. Now now, Mako. If you took better care in the food you ate to promote healthy joints, this wouldnât happen. âMe? Never!â
The question actually kind of caught Alinta off guard. Sheâd not expected him to inquire into her today, let alone her past day-to-days. âAhh, there ainât much to be, eh? Just roaminâ the Outback like some crazy old vigilante sheila, playinâ at Waltzinâ Matilda.â Honestly? It wasnât a lie, but there was more to the full truth. Being the company of nothing but hot, buzzing air had done very little for her. Perhaps it really was why she sought to bother the old boar.
âI see youseâve been behavinâ, though. Gold stars!â
Fuck you. Just for that little narrative quip, heâs ordering takeout again. And he ainât gettinâ ANYTHING resembling leafy greens. All carbs and proteins all day, baby. Heâs here for a good time, not a long time.
â Sâpose, â Roadhog agreed with a shrug. They really needed to fix that. Much as he liked the quiet, he was getting restless. Life with Junkrat seemed to have jarred him from his previous existence of isolation to a point where things being so peaceful felt ... wrong. Guy had really worked his way into Hogâs head in ways few other people managed to. Probably why, no matter how irritated or frustrated he got, he stayed. Couldnât imagine life any other way, now that it was this way. â ... yâ hungry? â
Maybe he was kind of glad for the break in tedium, too. Much as Alinta got him on edge, at least being on edge was better than being BORED.
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Quarantine made me unlock powers with detailing I never thought I had
Honestly, Iâm not the best at fancy shit.Â
You want a âdumbassâ rat who is actually fuckin smart? But also chaotic stupid himbo? Well look no further, Sugar is here to set you the FUCK up.
Not new to the fandom at all, but back to playing my favorite stupid dumbass of a gremlin who could probably run circles around anyone whilst only having one leg.
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Me, every time a Roadhog main gives me any positive attention đđ€©â please love me Roadhog
@queen-of-the-junkersâ || continued from [ x ]
â Yeah? Planninâ on kissinâ me, too? â
"STOP PLOTTING SHIT." (love, queen-of-the-junkers)
Oh, goody. Seemed heâd gotten the Queenâs attention now, too.Â
â Donât know what youâre talkinâ about. â
Hold on. Is junkrat implying that you and him fuck?
â Should be askinâ him. â
dirtydungareesâ:
âWhat a way to greet a guest! First yâprepare tâfill me head with scrap, now âwhyâre you hereâ? Iâm hurt. I canât just wanna visit an old mate?â She put her hand over her heart to sell the charade. âGets lonely out there all by meself, yâknow! Self isolation is rough! Canât all be giant antisocial pigs.â If they could, Roadhog wouldnât be so unique. And unique was fun. Just like her little car Jac and her vitiligo.
âAnyway, if youâre tired, I ainât gonna make yâstay awake. Or⊠are yâscared Iâll do somethinâ to your shit~? Or draw somethinâ on ya in permanent marker?â
â Am now. â
Roadhog hefted himself up to his feet, grumbling a bit at the ache in his joints. Seemed like it got harder and harder to get up, older and more worn out he got.
â ... howâve you been? â he asked, a little awkwardly given he wasnât used to giving a shit about what other people had been up to. Was sort of curious how her life had been going, though. If she wasnât here cuz she was mad, he figured he might as well catch up a bit.
primedspecimenâ:
âKing. I ainât anyoneâs fuckdoll. âSpecially not hers. If anythinâ, sheâd be my concubine. Me least favorite, too.â Well. There was one personâs fuckdoll heâd be. But it sure as fuck wasnât the Queen. âAnâ true anarchy would reign over that shithole.â He tittered away at the thought. As always when the subject of him being a king came upâŠ
âKing Jamison Fawkes I~! What dâya wanna be, Hog? A knight? A Duke?â And cue the eyebrow waggle. âMe king~?â
Heâd done the whole enforcer thing -- closest to a â knight â the Queen had at her disposal -- and wasnât too keen on the idea of picking it up again. âsides, if he was getting in on this, Roadhog was making sure he got his cut of the spoils.
â ... long as I get a crown. â
dirtydungareesâ:
Donât worry, Mako. She wasnât here to scold you. She just came for a visit and⊠let herself in. Yâknow. Like any good house guest. âBit jumpy, ainât we? Guess yâdid just wake up. Whereâd that keen eye oâ yours go? I know where the keen ear went.â Namely Junkrat and his explosives.
âPerhaps yâjust need a good nap?â She settled herself down on one of the various boxes of whatever the fuck they owned, leaning her elbows on her knees and giving him a raised brow smile. âI can work that out, if thatâs the case.â Her rifle got a little pat as if to emphasize her point.
A sharp snort, gaze now trained on that rifle.Â
â Keen eyeâs fine. Just got tired, â Hog groused. Mightâve been jumpy around her -- for very good reason -- but he still had his pride to defend. â Whyâre you here? â
primedspecimenâ:
âIIII beg tâdiffer! After allâyou came around eventually! Iâm a charmer, I am. Sheâs just cominâ to âer senses, is whatâs happeninâ!â Rat knew better than that. He knew the Queen loathed him with every fiber of her being. Always knew. But god did it really get him revved up to get under her skin like a little parasite!
With that, he mushed his cheek up against Hogâs arm, grinning from ear to ear. âThey always come âround.â No they donât.
Roadhog huffed an amused sound. Wasnât sure heâd even class his own attachment to Junkrat as â coming to his senses â.Â
â Mm. Whatâs that gonna make you? King? âr some kinda concubine? â
Even IF the radiation had finally fried the last of whatever rattled around in the Queenâs skull, was hard to imagine her actually sharing any of the power sheâd seized for herself over the years. Besides that, didnât even wanna think of what Junkrat would do, if he sat on the throne of Junkertown himself ...