#and given which forest it is i would frankly advise against it as well

[illegiblehandwriting1]

ok ok ok ok OK I SWEAR TO GOD. I PROMISE THIS WILL BE THE LAST FOREST. FOR A LONG TIME. just. holy shit they've been in so many forests. I GREW UP SURROUNDED BY TREES OK IT'S MY NATURAL HABITAT. JUST BE PATIENT AND LET THEM BE IN THIS FOREST. IT'S A DIFFERENT FOREST FROM THE PAST FEW FORESTS. DOES THAT MAKE IT BETTER. this has been a psa

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[zenithgurugirl]

My day...

My daughter and her boyfriend are back at the house. They left because there was an argument here in the home. Things seem okay but its like walking on egg shells a bit.

For a while now my daughter had been lying about everything. From big to the littlest of things she would lie. I get it, being 18 years old and still in school is hard but she doesn’t have to lie about every little thing that goes on. AND yes as an 18 year old with hormones raging in the young adult mind - it can get messy. Then C19 happened and the whole world goes into lock down last year which did not make for a happy young adult. 

Did anyone ever watch television in the political department ??? I mean, they fed everyone around the world television and through entertainment told us what would happen with young adults, so did anyone learn from what they properganda’ed??? I guess not. SSSOOOO - let me tell you from a non-entertainer/no agenda movement type has to say about all this....

First of all; the young adult daughter of mine decided to rebel against the rules and regulations of C19 and went out to party every day against my wishes. She skipped online schooling for boys and pot and holy hannah knows what else a young adult would want to do during a world wide lock down. She had to lie to me because she knew I would get upset. Then the politics decided to do stupid things and make more regulations short of marshal law. Still had a curfew but she didn’t care. I worried and was very concerned for her well being and mine out there. Then the riots happened and young kids and adults were going missing. It got down right scary! 

Lies upon lies and then the downfall. She got caught up in her own lying and hurt by all of it. I actually had to call a lawyer who advised me to keep her contained until time being. She was going stir crazy and needed action and excitement so in the home she created drama out of nothing and rebelled against me. I did mention that she has a boyfriend. They have been together for almost 4 years but.... now she has like several secret relationships. Oh, her boyfriend knows. He loves her enough to just go through with it and let her do what she is doing. As for me, I blew up on it two weeks ago and then again five days ago. 

They had been gone five days and just came back. She hasn’t apologized or said “I love you” or anything really. Just small talk exchanged and nothing more. One of her boyfriends/lovers has mentioned that she has desired to run off. My daughter is flighty and could possibly leave forever at any given moment due to arguing or me disagreeing with her. 

Funny thing is, she runs off and whatever is the real true issue of hers will follow where ever she goes. It just doesn’t disappear. It’ll be with her where ever she goes. I learned that when I used to run off. It took me years to figure that out. Until the problem is solved, it just keeps getting uglier the further you run. You have to face those things head on no matter what and lying doesn’t help the situation either. Once you pathologically keep lying - you begin to believe those lies and then can’t tell which way is up or down from the lies. You can only get away with it for so long. It will ruin your life forever.

I know deep down somewhere things will get better somehow. I get it; we are going through so much right now. Things look really bad. Its been 1 year since the C19 world shutdown BS. Money is tight. Friendships destroyed. Families divided over political views. People went homeless after losing their homes and businesses either from the riots or the shutdown or politics taking up office. This is just the surface view of things. It seems like it would get nastier. Maybe it will for the time being. I’m not too sure but I have hope. Not all is lost. I try to tell my daughter this but we don’t see eye to eye at the moment. Her boyfriend and I used to be super close but since these five days have passed; he’s been distant and quite the snappy chap - a little mouthy.

My plans to go on a two week adventure isn’t running away from my problems. Quite frankly, I don’t have a problem with anyone in my home. She can step all over me and I will love her just the same as the day she was born. I get it. She’s restless and young. I’m planning my adventure because I need to clear my head and feel the outdoors again. I need time alone and away from all this noise. I feel like I’m drowning in all the sounds that humans make and create. It makes me tired and weak. I want to be able to come back home and feel good again and be able to not get so cranky over my daughters trivial bad life decisions. They are not my problems to carry. Not my luggage to sort through. I’m thankful I have a light load of problems.

List of my problems....

Bills to pay, SSI check that is crap, a novel that is almost finished but has no agent to sell it, health issue, and hmm - nothing else to add at the moment.

Not much luggage there. Just a small bag to carry of my own. 

Yes. I wrote a novel. Its a 4 book series about all sorts of stuff in a form of science fiction fantasy. The whole series is about how there is no good without evil and there is no God without a devil just as there is no alien without human. Very deep story of truth and how without hope there is no salvation. You could travel from one end to the other in the darkest of dark and never find faith until you realize that light is within and it only takes a small particle of joy to make it burst and envelope multiplexes of universes. But one has to take that first step to do it. My 4 book series has all sorts of sci-fi fantasy stuff in it and no it is nothing like anyone has read before. 

Creativity hasn’t been regurgitated after all. See, there is still hope in the future. I will not sell out to some cult either. I’d have to be dead and gone to be a lame sell out. Before the C19 crap happened; I did have an agent but she lost her job and was laid off never to regain her job again. It was through Penguin Publishing which would have made me a multi-millionaire in 6 months time. That opportunity is gone. I say for good reason. Perhaps Penguin Publishing is going down because it is connected to bad politics. I don’t know for sure. A two week adventure will clear my head and make me feel better. 

I picked a spot to hike. Its along the river. I’d start at my favorite campsite and begin my journey from there. Its a heavily thick forest so I need to be careful. Mountain lions, bears, all sorts of wild critters, rocky terrain, thick forest. It’ll be fun. A bit risky but fun none the less! >^.^<

[benevolenterrancy]

32 McHanzo if you'd like to

sorry, this is,,, so late. but in my defense, I had an idea and had a really hard time bringing it to fruition

-

32. “I think I’m in love withyou and I’m terrified.”

In his rough, calloused hands, JesseMcCree held an elegantly curved bottle, filled with a soft, pinkliqueur.  It was why he had come here.  It was a plan that had beengerminating in his mind for days now, warming him right from thecentre of his chest every time he'd thought about it, until finallyhe'd had a free day to get off the Watchpoint and make the long, hottrek down to the city.  While the intention had been clear though,not once had Jesse given it much thought.  It was just what he wantedto do, and Jesse was good at doing what he wanted.  It was only now,staring at it, did it reveal the nebulous complexities hiddenwithin its pink bubbles.

Now he thought about it.  And themore he thought about it, the more he could feel his heart pound andsweat gather on his palms.  The thoughts wouldn't stopcoming and the future gaped at him like an ravanous, fanged maw.  Thehopelessness of this situation, the terror of this situation, hadsnuck up on him, leapt past all his defenses, and had him firmly inits grasp – he hadn't even realized how dangerously close to thisedge he'd been running, until it had suddenly made it self obvious.

Allthe good thoughts, all the hopeful outcomes of his plan weredisappearing like the little popping bubbles in the pink drink andcold, stark reality hit him hard in the chest.

Heput the bottle down.

Well,it had often been said that Jesse McCree was a damn fool.  At leasthe had caught himself this time.

Hewent, instead, to a shelf filled with decided brown bottles. He bought one of these instead.

-

It had been several hours and no onehad the faintest idea where McCree had disappeared to.  Winston hadcalled for a meeting to discuss a couple budding ops that might beworth Overwatch looking into, and despite repeated announcements anda thorough search of the base, one seat at the meeting table hadremained conspiciously absent.  Morrison had simply rolled his eyesand shaken his head and advised Winston to carry on with the meetinganyway, this was simply the irresponsible, flighty nature of JesseMcCree.  Tracer, though less nasty about it, also seemed to suspectthat McCree had just wandered off to spend what they had all thoughtwas a free day doing something off the base.  Ana had remainedstrangely quiet, thoughtful, and it did nothing to settle the strangesense of concern twisting in Hanzo's gut.  Because where in the worldwould Jesse go?  To sit in the trees?  He made it no secret that hewas not a “forest-y” sort of person – cities or deserts werewhat pleased him and he was happy to leave the “leaf admiration”for folks like Zenyatta and Genji.

It was only after more time passedand there was still no sign of McCree, that people began to get alittle more concerned.

And so here was Hanzo, on what wassupposed to be his day off, trying to find space to park one ofOverwatch's jeeps on the main street of Gibraltar, simply because it was the last reasonable place that they hadn't checked.

These efforts would, eventually payoff.  After wandering aimless around the streets of Gibraltar, Hanzohad finally been confronted by a man who, with a rather wryexpression, asked him if he had lost a cowboy.

“How... did you know?”

The man gave his clothing a verypointed look before saying, “Lucky guess.”

Hanzo bristled at the snide comment,but before he could say anything the man put a hand on his shoulder,spun him around, and pointed down a different street, given him veryexplicity directions.  It was like this, that Hanzo eventually foundJesse McCree sitting against the wall of a store.  He glancedupwards.  It was a liquor store.  He glanced down.  There was a benchapproximately five steps away from where Jesse was slumped.  Hanzosighed.  It was no secret that Jesse had a habit of imbibing morethan he should from time to time, especially not with the way Angela,Ana, and Lena would subtly attempt to keep an eye on him when thedrinks came out after a bad mission.  He had been doing so wellthough, and yet all signs were pointing towards this being aProblem with a capital P.

The nearly empty bottle in Jesse'shand didn't help bolster Hanzo's estimation of the situation. Wearily, he approached the felled cowboy; he wasn't sure when Jessehad become him problem exactly, but he knew right down to his solesthat this was his responsibility to fix.  Or at least patch up aswell as he could.

(Possibly it had started being hisresponsibility when their nosy colleagues had figured out that he andJesse had developed a concerning habit of falling into bed with eachother.)

(Probably, though he shrank awayfrom this thought, it had started being his responsibility when hehad started caring. He was a damn fool.)

“Hey,” he said, nudging Jessewith his foot.

It took a moment, and then Jesseglanced blearily upwards, using the lip of the bottle to push his hatback.

“Howdy,” he said.  He soundedmiserable.  Or at least drunk.  They were often interchangeable;Jesse could be a very melancholic drunk, an unsettling counterpointto his usually upbeat attitude.  

Hanzo felt a flicker of worry in hischest – what had brought Jesse all the way down from the Rock, justto get drunk on some liquor?  Heck, it was practically Watchpointtradition to raid Reinhardt's stash when emergency alcohol rationswere needed – what drive for secrecy or privacy and made Jesse goso far out of his way?  It was at least an hour's walk down themountain, and Jesse hadn't had access to any of the Watchpoint'svehicles which were kept under lock and key unless assigned byWinston.  That meant whatever had driven him to come down here wasserious.  

And yet everything had been going sowell and that was perhaps themost frustrating thing.  Hanzo didn'tknow what was wrong, and he didn't know how to fix it.  The lasttime, at least, Hanzo had known to expect it before it had even come– Jesse had been put in command of their last mission and it hadgone pear-shaped when Talon had anticipated their ambush and gottenthe jump on them.  Lena's chronal accelorator had taken a bad hit,and that had slowed her down enough to receive a sniper's shot to hershoulder blades.  It had been dicey for a while, but though themission hadn't been completed they had all pulled out safely, withAngela and Winston working together to get Lena back on her feet.  Ithadn't mattered, of course, how much everyone had assured Jesse thathe'd done nothing wrong, that he couldn't have expected this, thatsometimes that was just how missions went; Jesse had brushed theconcern off, insisted it was fine,he was just glad that Lena was okay, and had then promptly gottensloshed that evening.  Hanzo had been there though, from the firstbottle cracked open, until Jesse had been drunk enough for Hanzo topry his last one from his hands and put him to bed.  This though...this was worrying, if for no reason other than the fact that itdidn't appear to have been triggered by anything.

“Gotcha this,” murmured Jesse,pressing the nearly empty bottle to Hanzo with enough misjudged forcethat it slopped over the lip of the bottle.

Hanzo took it tentatively, mostlybecause he wanted it out of Jesse's hands and, more importantly, awayfrom his mouth.  He gave the bottle a cursory glance.  Whiskey.  Notsurprising.  Jesse had terrible taste in alcohol.

“...So kind,” said Hanzo, dryly. “And I see you have tested it first, so considerate.  Come now, up,you have had enough.  Time to return.”

He tucked the bottle into a pouch onhis waist, and then turned back to Jesse with the intention ofhauling him back to his feet.  It took him by surprise though to findJesse staring up at him, with the most heart-breakingly miserableexpression that Hanzo had ever seen.

“Y'don't like it,” said Jesse. “Knew it, stupid...”

Hanzo blinked.  “...I didn't saythat.”

This time, it wasn't only Jesse'sexpression that fell, but his whole head, dropping against his chest. To Hanzo's horror, he swore he could hear a sniffling coming fromwhere Jesse's face was half-buried in his serape.

“Made a mess of it,” slurredJesse.

This was... not the sort of thingHanzo was made for.  Emotions were big and complicated and franklyrather intimidating things that Hanzo preferred to skirt around theedges of.  Normally Jesse seemed more than happy to follow him inthat careful dance around their feelings.  This, of course, was not“normally” and a drunk Jesse was hard enough to deal with whenHanzo knew what the problem was.  Here, he was left adrift.  Now,more than ever, he wished he'd accepted Genji's suggestion that hejoin his brother in his search for McCree rather than splitting offto cover more ground – his brother had always been better atfeeling things.

“The only thing you made a mess ofis yourself,” said Hanzo, and then, realizing what the soundedlike, amended with, “I appreciate your gift very much, Jesse.  ButI'd like even more to get you back to the Watchpoint and make sureyou're well.”

“Got the wrong one,” Jessecontinued, as if Hanzo hadn't spoken.  “Meant to get the flowerbullshit one.  Got scared.  Stupid.”

“The... flower one?” said Hanzo,baffled.  “What scared you?”  Perhaps that, at least, couldprovide answers.

When Jesse only snuffled to himself,Hanzo sighed and sat right down on the walk, tugging Jesse downagainst him so that his face was pressed against Hanzo's shoulderrather than his cloak.  With vague memories from decades ago, ofcomforting Genji when he'd turned up in Hanzo's bed, shaken withnightmares, Hanzo kept one arm gripped tightly around Jesse'sshoulder and, shifting the hat, ran his fingers through his hair.

“You don't need to be afraid, I'mhere,” he said, trying not to sound as awkward as he felt.

“That's what I'm afraid of,”murmured Jesse.

Hanzo's heart stopped.  Only with thepracticed control of a sniper, did he force his chest to gentlyexhale and inhale once more.  Jesse was... afraid of him.  Alright. Alright.  At least now... at least now he knew the problem.  

Why. After everything why... how...how could Jesse be afraid of him?  At the beginning, yes, it wasunderstandable surely, back then he had only been Genji's killer toMcCree, but now, after everything that had happened, everything Hanzohad tried to prove to Overwatch and to himself... did he trulydeserve such a condemnation?

Probably.

Thisshouldn't take him by surprise, and he hated himself that it did, buthe still felt stricken.  It was surprisingly... distressinglyeasy to put your guard down around Jesse McCree, and perhaps this waswhat came of it.  He longed to ask why,what had he done, what had he said, what had he not said, but now,when Jesse was drunk and vulnerable, was not the time, so he let thewords sit and rot on his tongue.  Instead, Hanzo simply keptbreathing and stroking Jesse's hair.

He should havebrought Genji with him.

“Would you...like me to leave?  I can call one of the others to...”

Jesse recoiledlike Hanzo had shot him.  He stared at Hanzo with a wet, bleary face,expression distraught and twisted, framed by mussed hair.

“No,”cried Jesse, fists bunched in Hanzo's robe.  “N-no, I'm so sorry,darlin, I'm so...”

“Jesse,wait, stop,” Hanzosaid desperately.  He didn't know how to stop the tears.  Withoutreally thinking about it, his hands rose to cup Jesse's face, thumbsbrushing at the wet tracks down his cheeks as if that could force thetears away.

“Iwanted to get you the flower one,” Jesse insisted, gesturing sodesperately and clumsily at the liquor store that he nearly smackedHanzo in the face.  “For the holiday thing.  'Cause... 'cause Ithought, 'Hanzo'd like that', but I didn't.  I wanted to.  Swear Idid.  But then... Then all this.  An' you...”

Hanzo stared atthe liquor store, as if willing it to shed some sort of light on thissituation, when he caught sight of something through the window,arranged neatly on one of the shelves.  There was a display set up ofa sparkling wine.  It was light pink, and he could just make out theword SAKURA on it.

He had beentalking with Genji about how hanami, the cherry blossomviewing festival.  The recollection of it was sharp and sudden, anold conversation that had faded from his mind not long after he'd hadit.  He had mentioned to Genji that it would surely be starting soon. They'd been talking about how they both missed the cherry blossomtrees back home, how spring felt strange without the air being fullof delicate pink blooms there to welcome it.  Yes, he could recallthat Jesse had been there, but he hadn't thought he'd been listening,never mind that he'd think to do anything about it.  It had been anidle conversation.

His heart felthot and tight in his throat.  He didn't know what he was feeling,only that he felt a lot of it.

“Jesse...”

“Thought you'dlike it,” Jesse said.  “Know what it's like t'be homesick an'thought...”

“I would have –I do.  Thank you.”

“Didn't evenbuy it.  Chickened out,” said Jesse, letting his head thump backagainst Hanzo's shoulder.  “Thought, hey, I'll buy this for Han, nobiggie.  But it is a biggie.  It is.  Big.  'Cause it's you.  Why'd Icome all the way down here for a stupid drink for some guy?  Why'd Ido it, Han?”

“I...” saidHanzo.  He stared fixedly at the sidewalk, not quite able to bringhimself to look at Jesse, to think about what he was saying.

Jesse kepttalking though.  “I think I’min love with you and I’m terrified,” he whispered hoarsely.

Genji chose that moment to show up with Winston.

“There you two are.  You guys okay?” Genji called, jumping fromthe passenger seat of the jeep the two of them had taken down themountain shortly after Hanzo had.

Hanzowasn't sure if it was Jesse's very evidently inebriated state or hisown horrified, gaping expression that convinced Genji that thingswere definitely notokay, but he was next to them in an instance, lifting Jesse up intohis arms like a child.  Hanzo felt the loss of Jesse's weight, hiswarmth, his presenceso accutely he was surprised the feeling didn't swallow him whole. Instead he stood, and clung to Jesse's hat.

“You're drunk, cowboy,” he heard Genji tell Jesse in a jovialtone.  “Angela's gonna kick your ass so hard when we get you back.”

A groan came from Jesse as he was packed away into the vehicle.

“You coming back with us?” Winston asked, leaning out of thedriver's side window.

“I... That is...”  He considered sitting next to Jesse, stilldrunk and handsy, in the backseat of a jeep with the weight of whathad just been said sitting between them.

Neither of them had ever brought love into the equation before.  Italways just been... something.  And it had been more than enough,more than Hanzo expected or probably deserved.  He had never quitewanted to risk more.  But now that the feeling had been named, it wassuffocating.

Terrifying.

“I should drive the other jeep back,” he mumbled.

“Mm,” said Winston, giving him a look that seemed just a littletoo knowing.  “Alright then.”

“See you back at the Point, brother,” Genji called as the jeeppulled away.

Hanzo did an about-face turn and marched directly back into theliquor store.

-

Jesse was veryhungover.

His mouth feltlike something had gone to the toilet in it, he was nauseous, andnone of it had been helped by the fact that Angela was a strongbeliever that a lecture about one's health was best delivered wheneven light seemed too loud.

He did notfeel good.

But he could alsoaccept that, just maybe, he deserved it.

Okay, heabsolutely deserved it.  He had made an ass of himself and he knewit.  The previous day came back to him in patchy little clips, eachone more horrifying to consider than the last.  It said somethingthat the least embarrassing part had been when he may or may not havethrown up on Genji.  At least that had happened before and both ofthem were broadly used to it, if not entirely thrilled about it.

What had neverhappened before, was him confessing the helpless, desperate love hefelt for Hanzo Shimada.  While completely drunk out of his mind andcrying into said man's shoulder.

Oh god.  Maybe ifhe asked Mei nicely, she could arrange to have him frozen for thenext fifty years or so, until this all blew over.

And this was, ofcourse, when there was a soft knock of his bedroom door (one thatrebounded like sledgehammers in his head) that moments later openedto reveal Hanzo.

Jesse was notready for this, but apparently this was ready for him.  All he coulddo was run with it and pray it didn't completely ruin things betweenhim and Hanzo.  Maybe if he was lucky it wouldn't even get brought up– Hanzo had seemed happy with their arrangement before and maybe...maybe things could stay the way they were.  It wasn't like he andHanzo weren't both experts at ignoring feelings that got in the wayof things.

“Look...” hestarted, because he felt like he should say something.

“Jesse...”said Hanzo at the same time.

Both stopped,both fumbled, both insisted the other go first.  Finally, when theimpasse couldn't stretch on any longer, Hanzo fidgeted with the paperbag in his hands and said, “How are you feeling?”

“Like anincontinent cat fell asleep in my mouth,” said Jesse with a weaksmile.  “You?  I hear I sent y'all on a merry goose chase.  Sorry'bout that.”  

Hanzo fidgeted more.

“It was no problem.  I'm gladyou're alright.  I... what do you remember, from yesterday?”

Jesse shrugged with desperatenonchalance.  “Oh, nothin' much.  Remember getting miserably drunkin the middle of the day, and somethin' about throwing up yourbrother.  Apologize to him for me, will ya?”

Hanzo gave Jesse a weak smile. “After living with him through his teenaged years, I can't help butfeel that that is just desserts.  No, I don't mean... about that.”

“Ah.  Right.  Well, I remember... Iremember that too.  But look, everything I said, we can just forgetthat, yeah?  I got drunk, got stupid, ran my mouth, you know how Iget...”

Very carefully, Hanzo put down thepaper bag he had been holding, and drew out a bottle of pinksparkling wine.  It was placed on the little table beside Jesse's bedwith a decisive clink.  Itwas a small, fragile noise, very much like the feelings both men weretrying to work out.  It seemed appropriate.  It also seemed verybrave, which was a strange thing to think about a bottle of wine,when these were two people who routinely through themselves intofirefights.  But brave it was.

“I...am not very good at this.  But I would prefer not to forget it,”Hanzo admitted.