#waitingfcrtomorrow

[dieamonster]

i’ve been here three days and ock has already adopted one lesbian, an angry bi, and a tiny gay trans boi

[deathsuffers]

strike-at-the-heart replied to your post “@waitingfcrtomorrow (from here)            Livvy freezes as she’s...”

I love this so much it's going to end so fucking badly.

I FUCKIN’ KNOW RIGHT FKFNLKDSJFNDF

[suzumesoul-blog]

HANZO MAINS?? IN //MY// FRIENDSHIPS? EVIDENTLY.

FFNCKNSLFKJDFN DON’T LOOK AT ME!!!!

[blindsoldier]

she just goes ahead and curls up beside him, head resting gently on his shoulder as she carefully drapes the blanket around his shoulder's as well. "Are you tired? You seem tired. I can't tell with the mask, but I bet you look tired too."

76 doesn’t bother moving. He’s been like this for a while, sitting with knees bent, arms dangling over them, no movement but the steady rise and fall of his chest. No sound but the breathing: a living statue.

He exhales when Livvy comes in close. Doesn’t protest, just deflates, and allows it, head turning very slightly towards her.

“Let you in on a little secret,” 76 says, “I’m always tired.” One arm’s trapped at his side by Livvy’s weight, but he feels around on his other side, until his glove catches on something crinkly and he picks it up, drops it onto Liv’s lap. Protein bar. The kind he’s been living on. “Eat this. Then rest.”

[overlourdes-a-blog]

@waitingfcrtomorrow ♡’d

          “ Children aren’t allowed in here. Where are your parents? ”

[junqer-blog]

   ♛ ---- IT is not often the Queen steps foot outside Junkertown. She hardly trusts the citizens to keep order and manage themselves while she is away, but sometimes she needs a break -- even if that break is simply venturing into the wasteland to scavenge.

   She’s a long way from home, but she and her guards have found a good place to scavenge. They’re almost done, about ready to leave, when a young girl approaches. Jedda quickly pulls off her gas mask and eyes the girl cautiously, though concern is creeping into her features, tugging her eyebrows inward, pulling her lips into a frown. ❝ Oi, you don’t look so good. What’re ya doin’ out here without a mask? ❞

( @waitingfcrtomorrow -- starter call !! )

[dieamonster]

olivia: [texts otto a picture of an octopus with a keysmash] otto, in the middle of a fight with peter: [grabs him by the throat, pulling him closer] otto: please. decipher my daughter’s texts.  otto: i don’t understand her gen z ways.

[learn-from-the-pain]

‘ i hope you find what your soul really needs. ’

> [ [Lighthearted Suggestions](https://learn-from-the-pain.tumblr.com/post/170320302404/littlelovelymemes-light-hearted) || accepting ]There is a certain healthy amount of skepticism one must have when a stranger calls you by your name and says they know your friend, and that was likely the reason Olivia—undoubtedly having the applicable shrewdness necessitated by her own experiences in life—seemed so apt to question the masked character she again found before her today, and the reason the two of them had found their way onto the topic of why this ‘Shrike’ only accompanying 76 again until somewhat recently.“Oh, I think what _my soul_ needs is a good, long stay in Kaua’i,” Shrike sighed, leaning back against the wisteria-covered brick wall that always made this area of the city park so pleasant to stroll through this time of year. “Although I _suppose_ I could settle reconciliation too.”She gave a small chuckle as she shrugged jestfully, the sound of which was much easier to discern as such than it had been in their last conversation—she had been so merciful as to have earlier switched off something under her hood, turning off her voice modulation and revealing her presumed real voice to be feminine, aged, and undeniably human.“Those are some particularly poignant words to hear from someone so young,” Shrike finally spoke again, having spent a moment to perhaps reflect while the flowers around them swayed lightly in the gentle breeze, bees occasionally exiting one set of petals nearby only to enter another set. “Which is not to say I don’t expect you to speak maturely—I wouldn’t be so condescending—but that’s just not the kind of phrase learned from simply gaining maturity. Many adults wouldn’t even think to say that.”Now, the information Olivia had been rather vague; Shrike had apparently done some things—while well-intentioned—that made her conscious eat away at her for many years, until one day something so upsetting happened that she ran away from her friends and family and stopped trying at all in the hopes of not entangling others in the misfortune she assumed she wrought. Eventually she had begun to question just how effective that reasoning truly was, and during that time 76 found her and—_admittedly indirectly and unintentionally on his part, which was unsurprising for someone as reserved and aloof as him_—showed her just how differently you could change your life for the better—_in her case, reconnecting with loved ones_—even if it was through something you had initially been afraid to try. There is no innate hopelessness, Shrike had said, in still trying in the face of possible failure; no loss of value in your past actions when failure is indeed the result; and no value in separating yourself from what—or who—you even motivated you to try in the first place.“That is a phrase learned through experience.”The low blue glow from that curious mask greeted Olivia’s face as Shrike paused to turn her head to the child, her own expression hidden but her tone saying all she would ever need to convey for such a moment.“I hope you too—if you have not already found it—find what your soul really needs, Olivia.”