#mzcal

[desrac]

at my happy place the cinema after watching a really stupendous film reading my new book that i never finished cause i started reading the devil wears prada instead waiting for my man to come scoop me so we can go eat fish burritos and watermelon mzcal margarita

[degibusdesigns]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Freebird by Steven Mezcal Ankle Boots 10 M.

[drodeorain]

𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽    :   @mzcal​  ​ [ ... ]   ‘  most people go through life doing a lot of work to avoid the truth.  ’

ah  --  but  nobody  knew  this  better  than  the  scientist  .  after  all  ,  truly  ,  what  was  her  life’s  work  if  not  denying  the  simple  truth  of  existing  ?  rewriting  genetic  code  ,  altering  dna  at  cellular  level  …  was  it  not  just  not  denying  creation  ?  the  simple  ,  yet  hard  to  swallow  truth  that  --  despite  everything  ,  she  was  human  ,  and  therefore  ,  she  was  fragile  .  her  lips  make  a  hard  line  .  she  doesn’t  have  time  for  philosophy  today  .    ‘  mmm  ,  ’    her  tone  is  uninterested  at  best  ,  and  she  chooses  to  occupy  herself  with  the  documents  in  her  hands  ,  before  replying  flippantly  ,    ‘  it’d  almost  be  comical  if  it  wasn’t  such  a  waste  .  ’  

[bxckle-up]

sombra's 5'3" !

AWWW SMOL CHILD

she’s a bit taller than me (i’m 4′11″) but it’s just amusing seeing the height difference between these two

[spentfaith-moved]

                        it doesn’t all have to be existential dread     -     @mzcal​      ♡

     how he wished that the next time he died he would stay dead. end the constant suffering his body was in, the constant decay and regeneration hurt more than he’d ever let a soul know. reaper did not care for the pain that gabriel still felt, regardless of who felt what, though. sombra could never catch wind of... well... anything that he was feeling. he was not supposed to feel. he didn’t feel. a monster of pure rage fuelled on revenge was all that remained. it was nothing personal against sombra - except that it was. he didn’t trust her as far as he could throw her. someone with all the knowledge and access to information couldn’t be trusted no matter how much had been proved towards her cause. 

     as brilliant as she was at what she did, he wish he didn’t know her. should she ever even get a glimpse of what was going on behind that mask & behind those eyes, she’d simply have to be destroyed. a tragic outcome for someone so brilliant. 

     “ did i ask you if i wanted your opinion? ”  though she couldn’t see his eyes, she didn’t need to to know there was a eyeroll implied.  “ and who said it was all existential? ”  how he loathed these missions with her. at least the spider kept her mouth shut and didn’t ask eighty questions per minute. perhaps in a past life, he’d have gotten on with sombra like a house on fire. now? he’d sooner extinguish her permanently. his arms remained folded against his chest, foot tapping ever so impatiently. he needed this to be over and done with.  “ can’t you work any faster? ”

[whski]

NEW  MESSAGE   :   [ REPUTATION MEME ]    ⇢   @mzcal​

" you might tell me how you did it someday. perhaps over some drinks? " / hey u come around here often sweet cheeks??? 😏

         The warm hues of oranges and yellows painted the summer afternoon with almost a lazy sort of attitude. The desert sun began to hang low, but the heat was still sweltering and miserable. Ashe had opted to remove her coat and hat awhile back, making sure to loosen those top buttons of her blouse while she was at. Meanwhile, the companion sprawled out to her left seemed to be making herself right at home; fanning herself with one hand and holding a melting fruit pop in the other. The sticky fluid dripped onto the floor, which was in desperate need of cleaning anyway; so the cowgirl didn’t bother fussing about it. 

           This was starting to become commonplace, the Talon Hacker in her home, in her hideout, and perhaps most importantly, in her bed. -- their relationship was complicated, to say the least. 

           There was a playful attitude, but also something more dangerous that kept the two together. Time after time they always found themselves in this dance, and if Ashe didn’t know any better she would say that her friend had become rather comfortable here as well. Here not exactly being a place, but rather something much less tangible and hard to explain. The conversations were casual and rather flirtatious in nature; even if it was far too hot to even think about touching one another. 

           " You might tell me how you did it someday. perhaps over some drinks? ", a pointless tease as she watched Sombra curse at the sudden realization that the fruity treat was now oozing all over her hand. A burst of half laughter left red painted lips as Ashe leaned back, she could feel her skin sticking to the expensive leather as she shifted her attention the open window. Not a breeze in sight to rustle those thin curtains -- how miserable indeed. Air conditioning was something she could afford, but maybe she enjoyed being this old fashion. Her childhood estate had always been cold, dark, and empty; somewhere subconsciously perhaps she was determined to make sure no place she considered home reminded her of that exquisite cage. 

            “Are y’all implying that I’m going to tell you all my secrets?”, a chuckle as the older woman adjusted and propped herself up to watch her cohort. The world’s best hacker was now licking at her fingers in a futile attempt to clean up some of the mess she was making, and it was moments like this that made them both feel a little more human. “Also since when have you ever been the one buying the drinks? Last I remember it was always my card that ended up on the bar at the end of the night.”, she spoke with the slightest smile as she unstuck parts of her skin from the leathery adhesion. 

          Moments passed as she continued to watch the hacker struggle, but she seemed to eventually get a handle on it as she popped the whole thing in her mouth and shrugged innocently. A tongue made of silver and claws filled with more venom than a viper, Sombra was nobody to take lightly, and yet here Ashe was falling for it all the same. It was women like her that left you for dead, the kind that thought loyalty was foolish, and the kind that broke her heart every time. Thoughts of Jesse entered in a passing kind of way, she had been a fool for him too -- guess some things never really change. 

           “Hey Sombra.”, there was hesitation. She shouldn’t tell her about this, and surely she shouldn’t invite her to such an important and exclusive event. The talon agent was untrustworthy at best, downright manipulative at worst. Letting her prance around unchecked in an event with so many powerful faces and names, that sounded like a terrible idea. Especially giving it to her for FREE, she should at least demand something in exchange, but that demand never did come. 

           “If you’re serious about those drinks, I gotta go up north real soon. It’s a private event…”, now she had her attention. Those large purple doe eyes lit up with excitement, and something that Ashe could only describe as hunger, “I have a plus one, now this is a formal event. Invitation only, I suppose I could take y’all along if you’re willing to behave.” 

         This was a mistake that the cowgirl seemed to be dead set on repeating, and the realization of this went down hard and bitter like a shot of buttermilk. -- rising from her seat she walked over to the woman without a real name, the one who had stolen the one thing she could never replace with all the money in the world. Still despite all of that, Elizabeth leaned down, sealing her proposal with a kiss. 

                                   This woman could be the death of her. 

[savedgames]

【 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝙶: 𝟷𝟶𝟶 𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 】 :// @mzcal​​​ sent: Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?

          「 Well, I kind of always have to be doing something. Not like . . . really have to, but I feel more at ease when I have something to keep my mind on. Whether that’s playing a video game, eating a snack, or working on my mech, as long as I have something to do, I’m a lot happier! Other than that . . . my use of gamer lingo in every day conversation? I think that counts! But I promise I don’t use it all the time, just for my “image”, y’know? 」

How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)?

          This feels . . . harder to answer for her. No one really wants to be honest about being not honest, right? 「 Um . . . it depends on who I’m around, I guess. I think Dae-hyun sees more of the real me than anyone — and I think that’s mostly just because I’ve known him so long. If we hadn’t met as kids, I think I’d put up the same walls as I do with everyone else. But I think he’d chew me out if I did it to him now. 」

[idealyst]

@mzcal​ said: lavender, héliotrope !

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

Now; for Harold it’s both a yes and a no. He does not entirely agree with the overall concept modern society possesses of soulmates, ie. for them to always have to be a romantic affair, to be limited to a single person one is to meet once in a lifetime etc.

While his idealistic tendencies would have one believe he would be quick to subscribe to the idea, he is, in fact, a man serious and realistic enough to consider it little more than romantic idealisation, a fantastical way for society to describe the most desirable kind of a connection that can be achieved between two human beings.

That being said, he does, indeed, very much believe such close relationships considered as ‘soulmates’ are realistically achievable. He is perhaps not the biggest fan of the descriptor itself, but he understands why others would prefer to use it referring to their romantic or platonic bonds.

Harold isn’t sure he ever had a ‘soulmate’ himself; he cared for a great bunch of people in his life, alright, and, oh, how much he cared for them! But rarely has his affection been reciprocated quite to the same degree he tends to display.

Perhaps, at times, he simply… cares a little too much. Feels a little too much.

Then again, he isn’t entirely certain what a soulmate even is supposed to feel like, so... how would he be able to tell at all?

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

It is fairly easy to gain his trust, really! And even if one was to disappoint him in any shape or manner, if the trust was to be broken, he would be pretty quick to forgive the mishap. He would hurt, yes; he would pretend the ‘betrayal’ does not get to him too much, but he, indeed, would need a little time to still his broken heart.

However! Despite the resentment and hurt he might feel, he is very quick to rationalise the other’s behaviour, to apply context to their actions, to try and reason why such bothersome behaviour would be warranted at all.

He does not want to be mad. And he wishes to forgive. To understand. God, how badly he wishes to do so! He despises unnecessary conflict and prefers to talk things out, should misunderstandings or lapses in judgement threaten his peaceful coexistence with others.

Harold is just… a very gentle, soft character in general. And even though it hurts; he knows the only way to mend a wound is to clean the injury and apply medication to it, to care for it; he prefers to nurture his relationships, instead of letting things fester. He does bottle things up a lot, indeed, yes; but these are displayed through bouts of depressive moods, rather than outbursts of anger.

He’s too caring and loving to hold a grudge for too long. What’s the point anyway?

What’s the point of letting hurt poison your life, when you could work through it together with your loved ones? What’s the point of wallowing in misery, when hugs and apologies are so much more effective social strategies, overall?

Apologise. It’s as easy as that. Apologise, explain where you think you went wrong and as far as he is concerned, no wrong has ever been done. Now? All that’s left to do is to derive consequences from the event, to apply them in the future, building a more harmonious environment with every little step taken.

botanical headcanons [ accepting ]

[heroselect]

@mzcal​​ said: " look at all those chickens. "

“Mmmmm-“ comes in response, low and threatening, like the growl of a wild beast, hidden in the depths of earth, whose slumber had just been interrupted by an adventurer foolish enough to believe they would be a match for the behemoth.

Of course, he did not mean for it to come out that way. Threatening… was just his way of being, really. And he did not mind it - quite the contrary, his menacing presence had saved him the trouble of actually involving himself in useless conflicts more often than he was able to count or to even recall.

But just because he was rather fond of this particular quality, did not mean he meant to intimidate the people around him every time he opened his mouth to speak, with every gesture and every involuntarily menacing look offered.

He just… was like that. He could not really help it, even if he wanted to.

And right in this moment? The large Junker could not be further from wishing harm upon the little spy. This time around she had not managed to get on his nerves just yet. Better for her, really.

He stood there silently for another moment, watching the rotisserie chickens turn round and round, slowly and deliberately, taking in the intoxicating smell of perfectly seasoned and thoroughly roasted meat. Oh, he was SO here for this.

“Calling dibs.” he offered quickly, as though worried the other might wish to impose on the potential portion of food he was about to acquire. Legally? Now, that was yet to see.

“You can have one.” he added, one meaty finger pointing at the hacker. “One. Got it?” A rather beneficial offer it was, too, as far as he was considered. Oh, wasn’t he a merciful, caring one?

Truly.

A model citizen, looking out for others. A shining example to all.

Do it for the Vine [ accepting ]

[solfading]

❝    hey  look  at  this.    ❞

@mzcal​   /   starter  call.

[iliosbcrn]

   @mzcal​ : describe the routine of a normal day for you. how do you feel when this routine is disrupted?    if you could choose, how would you want to die?

   THEIR ROUTINE IS PRETTY SIMPLE. wake up, do some maintenance on their cybernetics if possible, have something to eat- check on their research files and if they have any tasks/missions to complete.. the usual, though some days if there isn’t any work to do, they’ll go out into the world in hopes to help those who may need it; vigilante work.

   if any of this is interrupted, well... they sort of expect things to change, or be delayed- but there’s always a bit of SURPRISE OR DISAPPOINTMENT depending on what’s being disrupted and why.

   THEY DIE ON THEIR OWN TERMS, the specifics aren’t entirely known, but they refuse to have their life taken by someone else... especially if it’s anyone associated with talon. would it be cowardice? maybe, but given everything that’s happened to them, they least they’d want is to HAVE A CHOICE FOR ONCE.

[ncvabcrn-archive]

   sombra: traceeer i’m gonna steeeaaallll ;)    tracer:

[bxckle-up]

“ we can sneak by them, even though i know that’s not your style. ”

the last of us ask meme !

❝ you shittin’ me? y’know i was in the covert ops division for years, ❞ he’s looking at the other, with an are you serious kind of expression. ❝ ‘course sneakin’ ‘round them is part o’ my style. ❞

sure, he’s one to rather go down in a hail of bullets, but he still knew when to be quiet. right?

wrong.

no more than five minutes later, and they’re already getting shot at.

[whski]

NEW  MESSAGE   :   [ unprompted ]    ⇢   @mzcal​

both of her hands raised high above her head in a show of surrender. despite sombra’s intentionally submissive gestures, her confident smile did not falter in the slightest even as she was being circled by a group of deadlock members. purple eyes fell upon the leader herself. she tilted her head at ashe, as if she was the one intruding on her territory, with a focused gaze scanning her up and down. “ dios mio, security is tight in this place! no need to waste bullets here. i’m /unarmed/, jefe.” fingers wiggle above her head to prove her point. “i just wanted to talk with whoever owns the place. mind giving a lady some directions?”

     Word travels quick in Deadlock territory, even quicker when it has to do with trespassers — particularly the nosy kind. The boys had reported this exact  interloper maybe once or twice before, a woman with neon purple who seemed to be there one second and gone the next. By the time Ashe arrived on the scene, not hide nor hair ever seemed to be left; but not this time. When one of her boys ran into the hideout in a clumsy kind of way, staggering and panting out bits of information; she heard the word neon and that was enough.

      This unwanted visitor was nearby, almost as if she was taunting them at this point or maybe even testing them. She was either too brave or too stupid; and the cowgirl was about the find out which. It didn’t take long to surround her and even a shorter amount of time for her to surrender       — now she really had Ashe’s attention.

      The bikes circled like wolves; kicking up dirt in their wake; the roar of their motors reminiscent of synthetic growl. No escape, but judging by the smirk on her face, this was exactly what the stranger was after. The cowgirl held up the signal to kill the engines and just like that the world around them fell silent for a brief moment.

      Heavy boots and spurs were the first to break through this calm, next was the sound of guns cocking — and lastly were her soon to be final words.

       Ashe approached her new guest, almost cautious like a dog that wasn’t so sure what it was up against. Red met purple after the stranger was done sizing her up, and the leader’s gaze settled upon her unarmed hands. If life had taught her anything, just because someone is unarmed doesn’t make em not dangerous — especially with looks like that. Trust wasn’t to be given out like confessions on a Sunday morning.

        “Is that right? Well if it ain’t your lucky day, you’re lookin at her.”, her words matched her sneer. If this woman wanted her attention so bad, by God, she’d have it. The cocked shotgun stayed raised, she was close enough now that one shot would kill with ease. “Also, It ain’t a wasted bullet just because the rattlesnake didn’t bite you first — partner.” , that was a threat plain and simple.

         However, Ashe always had always been a sucker for a pretty face and the way those eyelashes were batting at her made the gang leader just curious enough to hear her out. If she tried anything the boys would have her dead within seconds, surely she wasn’t that much of a fool. — then again she’d been wrong before.

        “I tell you what, state your business and maybe just maybe you’ll walk out of here alive. Hell, If I like your answer I might just be willing to play your game.”, her words were laced with honey and venom all in one. Ashe always had been a betting woman, lady luck tended to favor her in all the best ways, but luck was a fickle and cruel mistress to be in such an intimate relationship with. 

        Viper was withdrawn, resting comfortably on the shoulder; pointed towards the sky. However the boys, including BOB, kept their weapons raised and trained on their mysterious guest.

                                       — it was Sombra’s move; the game was set.

[savedgames]

【 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙰… 】 :// @mzcal REQUSTED FANDOM — Overwatch THE RANDOMIZER CHOSE — Aihe

          「 What’cha doin’? 」 She’s peering curiously over her shoulder.

[bxckle-up]

my bby cree doesn't hate kids. he's pretty good with kids but he doesn't think that he'd be a good father

his reasoning being that he didn't want to leave one day and never come back. besides, his kind of lifestyle (as well as the people that want him dead) isn't the type where kids would be welcome in it

he likes kids though. maybe once all this baloney is blown over and he can finally settle down, he might consider raising a kid.

WAIT EVERYBODYS ONLINE I HAVE A HEADCANON QUESTION FOR THE DASH !!!  im re-asking this one since nobody was on last time i asked!! 

how does your character feel about children? do they want any? why or why not? regardless of their opinion on kids, are they any good with them? past experiences? etc?