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It took me a while to think of a good angsty ask for you, but I think I've done it. It's a McCree request. Female or gender neutral s/o who has been depressed for a long time finally committing suicide. Bonus points if they use his peacekeeper to do it. Sorry if this has been done before!

So when I got this one, I was pretty much like ‘I love and hate this person SOOOOO much because I live for angst, and I’m so happy that it isn’t a happy ending and yet, WHY YOU HURT MY BOY LIKE THAT?!’. Anyway, thanks for the heart breaking request. I’m taking a different approach to this one.

What had once been a beautiful world of vibrant colors and emotions was now a stagnant, empty grey. Sorrow had replaced the joy, anger had replaced the happiness. And a hole was left where love had once been.

Jesse stood there, mutely staring at the rectangular hole in the ground. At the head was a newly made headstone, and flowers filled the area around it. So many flowers, from the many people who had once rejoiced in the life that was now to be buried.

There was a crackle of thunder in the sky, and Jesse was vaguely aware of the soft whispers of those standing around him, wondering if it would really rain. Surely not, he overheard one person say, as it was bad luck.

It didn’t matter to him though. His eyes were locked on the freshly dug, empty grave and the flower petals. There was no color to them…Yes, they were red and pink and yellow and white. But Jesse couldn’t see…couldn’t comprehend the colors, the contrast of the world.

A soft music rose into the air, one that lifted his eyes at last. He could hear the shuffling, the people parting as others walked through. A hand took his arm, pulling him away and he saw the casket. The casket that held his broken dreams.

It still replayed in his mind, again and again, like a nightmare that had come to life. No one else could see the reoccurring movie behind his eyelids, couldn’t feel the waves of pain and loss he felt. No one knew how badly he hurt, as much as they tried.

“Stop!” Jesse cried, his hands up and his eyes frantically glanced between you and the gun in your hand. His gun, his peacekeeper which he’d left on his belt at the beside table. “Baby. Darlin’, you don’t have to do this. It’ll be okay.”

You stood there, trembling violently and you held the gun in your hand. It had been a mistake, he thought desperately, for having taught you to use it two years ago. Now you knew how to turn the safety off, how to reload it.

One minute the two of you were asleep, and the next he’d woken to the barest sob. When he’d turned on the lamp…there you were, standing in the bathroom door with his peacekeeper in your hand. Streaks of tears ran down your cheeks, and he could see it in your eyes. See the decision.

“I’m sorry, Jesse,” you whispered, voice quivering. After years of struggling with depression, of being in pain…you couldn’t do it. “I love you. I love you and I-”

A sob cut you off, and immediately Jesse took a step forward, as if to embrace you. Immediately you stepped back and lifted the gun, holding it to the soft flesh between your throat and jaw. Jesse froze, his eyes locked on you.

There was a tremor in his hands, and Jesse could feel his eyes watering. The two of you had tried. Jesse had supported you, had held you during countless days of misery and tears, had struggled to console you when you were in the darkest places of your mind. Lately it had seemed better…but…

“I tried so hard, Jesse,” you whispered, wishing you could make him understand. “I tried so hard. I thought that maybe if I….If I pretended like it was all okay, it would be. But it wasn’t, Jesse. I can’t…I can’t anymore…Not even for you.”

Four men slowly lowered the casket down into the earth. Due to the shot, it was impossible for the casket to be opened for everyone to say their goodbyes. So instead, everyone dropped in a rose each.

Yet Jesse couldn’t move. There was a rose in his hand….he didn’t know where it had come from. Perhaps Ana had given it to him…Jesse couldn’t remember. Everything had been a blur. Between the flashbacks and the numbness, he wasn’t able to recall much. 

“Drop the rose in, Jesse,” said a familiar voice, and when he looked to his right, his best friend stood there. “It’s time to say goodbye.”

Genji Shimada had seen the relationship form between Jesse and you, had seen it blossom and had seen the struggles. Jesse leaned into the hand that Genji now rested on his back, the only comfort he’d accepted thus far.

I already said goodbye, didn’t I? Jesse thought weakly. He hadn’t wanted to, he hadn’t accepted it…but you’d stolen that choice from him. You had always wondered if he would walk away from you someday, and yet…it was you who had walked away from him.

“I…” Jesse’s voice sounded foreign to his own ears, and he tried to take a steadying breath. The world was starting to spin, and Jesse turned back to the dirt being shoveled back into the grave over the casket. “I don’t want to let go…”

Eyes softening, Genji knew what Jesse meant. “I know, Jesse. But you have to say goodbye. It’s time to let them be at peace,” Genji said softly, knowing that what he said wasn’t exactly helpful, but he didn’t know what to tell someone in this kind of situation. Not even his long time friend.

By now, the casket was almost completely buried. Squeezing his eyes shut tightly, Jesse managed to let go of the rose. It seemed to float almost, landing in the dirt without a noise. 

“I love you,” Jesse whispers.

“I love you, y/n!” Jesse says, voice cracking and the he couldn’t stop the tears on his face. If only he could get the gun away from you. If he could just get close enough… “Baby, I’m begging you.”

Slowly you shook your head. “I’ve always been a person of words and not of action. I hope that someday you understand that…that this was how it was meant to be,” you said, and Jesse could see the deep breath you took.

Desperation and panic took over him. “Y/n!” Jesse cried, lunging for you.

In that second, your eyes met his and you gave him the sweetest smile, as if a great burden had been taken off your chest. As if you had just been…set free.

“I love you, Jesse McCree,” you said softly.

The sound of gun going off was louder then he’d ever heard, and blood splattered cross the bathroom door and the ceiling. The noise, the blood-Jesse jerked back, falling to his knees even as you sank to the floor.

His peacekeeper clanked on the tile floor beside you, the nose covered in your blood. Shock filled Jesse, and his stomach flipped as he vomited on the floor beside him. As the contents of his stomach emptied onto the floor, his mind felt…heavy. Everything seemed to slow down.

You were gone. After everything, you were really gone.

When the hurling stopped, Jesse slowly looked back at the scene. At you on the floor, at the blood everywhere….he looked at where you had stood and for a moment, he could still imagine you there. Imagine you with that beautiful smile that had always held his heart captive.

And the truth of the situation really began to sink in for him.

The love of his life had just committed suicide right before his eyes, and with his own gun. Slowly, Jesse crawled across the floor to your body. Your eyes were still open, unseeing.

Face contorting, he didn’t know when he started crying. He didn’t think as he slowly lifted your lifeless body into his arms, your head against his shoulder. He didn’t care about the blood soaking his chest, didn’t think about how warm your body still was.

As the blood caked his hands, Jesse could only throw back his head and scream. His voice was a broken cry, an empty plead for the impossible. It contained all of his rage, his passion, his pain. As he rocked you there, Jesse screamed at the world for what it had taken from him.

He screamed at himself for not being able to save you.

For not being enough.

Jesse blinked as Genji’s hand patted his back. As Jesse lifted his head, he realized that those attending your funeral were slowly beginning to leave. At some point, Jesse had lost himself in his memory and the procession had gone on smoothly. 

His eyes studied the grave one last time. The day had been both long and short, but Jesse didn’t know if he had the power to even leave. His body felt as heavy as lead, and the thought of leaving you here…

There was a crackle in the sky once more, and without a thought Jesse slowly put a hand out, palm up. The first droplets of water splashed his hand, and the barest smile slowly touched the corner of his lips.

God, how you’d loved the rain. There had been days where he’d have to drag you from the windows, and others where the two of you had danced together until your clothes were completely soaked through.

This time it felt different though, he thought as his smile slowly disappeared. Without permission, a tear escaped the corner of his eye as he slowly looked up toward the sky. It was like the world knew of your absence too, knew the hole that was left where you once were.

The sky was crying too, Jesse thought, and let the tears flood free.

-HEALZZZ

-THERE'S A TRACER ON MY ASS

-THERE'S A WINSTON ON ME

-HEALLLL?

-MERCYS 1 IFBEIANWVDOS DGD

-THEY'RE ALL 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-SHATTER

-GRAV

-MONKY MONKY M O N K Y

-FUCK

things that are cried out in overwatch teamchat with a panicked urgency that is nonsense in any other context

- “HE WASTED HAMMER” - “BABY DVA BABY DVA BABY DVA” - “THEY DROPPED THE BEAT” - “MONKEY ON MY ASS” - “let’s wombo combo” - “SHE’S AT ONE SHE’S AT ONE JUST BLOW ON HER PLEASE” - “I’m asleep” - “it’s fine just die on point” - “I ATE IT I ATE IT” followed by maniacal laughter

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op of this post, @lllness (spelled L - L - L, ness. not with an i), is a pedophile who has sexually abused minors along with a bunch of other shit. they very recently changed their url, it used to be maoh & they went by ph4u57 years ago. they have a public discord that anyone, including minors, can join. i’m tired of seeing them on this website & wish they’d get run off tbh!

http://vmerli.tumblr.com/post/117945756008/there-is-a-really-good-chance-that-faust-better (source of the picture above)

https://firebends.tumblr.com/post/129737253442/calling-out-faust-maoh (the images on this post dont work anymore)

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pls reblog if you’re an lgbtq+ witch/wiccan!

I’m looking for more blogs to follow that are also lgbtq+ (and maybe wiccan, or accepting of lgbtq+ wiccans!) witchcraft! I’ll follow everyone who reblogs and/or is supportive of lgbtq+ wiccans and witches ♡  I just want to see more people who are supportive of me and my craft! (you don’t have to be wiccan, as long as you respect the craft!)

Tripping over small pebbles by accident

“My talent is staying awake all night.”

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What is your talent?

“because a 16 year old girl who had her first orgasm whilst getting raped, had to watch her 34 year old rapist go free because she had an orgasm.

because when one of my guy friends told me and some friends he got raped by a woman when he was 12, a “friend” laughed at him and told him he should be happy he got laid that young.

because my 17 year old friend’s parents let her 14 year old brother roam the streets until 12am, but she has to be home by 10.

Because my brothers girlfriend, told the police she was raped and fell pregnant but the rapist didn’t get jail time as she got an abortion and the ‘evidence’ was gone.

because a guy from my old school was raped by another guy, but because he’s gay, they said it wasn’t considered rape.

because a 19 year old lesbian got raped by a guy, and he didn’t go to prison because he said “he only tried to turn her straight so she would be accepted by her parents”.

because in some cultures, girls (and boys, of course) still get thrown out of the family because somebody sexually assaulted them.

because they’re still teaching girls to walk faster at night instead of teaching boys that they shouldn’t rape.

Because they’re teaching kids that they’re only male rapists and not female rapists too.

because I have to explain why rape makes me mad.“

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