The diner McCree is having his apple pie and coffee is deserted. Like, there’s no staff in there at all. And there should be.
Coffee is fresh and steamy, one cup ready to be served… but there’s no one.
The dishes are gathered, but they aren’t exactly dirty; or look like they’ve been in the sink for a very long time.
And the apple pie looks fresh and yummy.
All the above don’t indicate a place that was deserted for a long time. And even if this is a place where there’s simply not much traffic, one has to wonder… where’s the staff?
Did McCree do all this? Brewing the coffee I can buy. Putting on the song in the jukebox I can buy as well. But making the pie, putting it in the glass case, cutting up a piece and serving himself in a seat? No way.
Only explanation I can find (that doesn’t include “budget” or “because I say so”) is that McCree himself drove everyone away with his gun.
And then sat there, eating his pie and waiting for the train.
Why?
Because he had called the Deadlock Gang right before that to give them the tip.
The tip he refers to here:
“You’ve never been one to shy away from a good tip.”
And Ashe called McCree being there “awful convenient”.
So, McCree was the one who set it all up. He called them from the hanging phone, then drew his gun on everyone in the diner to send them away, since he knew that the Deadlock Gang would appear and it’d be dangerous for them. So, he acted like the Bad Guy for their safety.
He poured himself a cup of coffee, he sliced some apple pie and waited. Lo and behold, animated short begins.
“But why?”
The answer is simple. He says so himself.
“All I want is that crate.”
Echo. He did all of this to get Echo back.
Remember, Echo is Overwatch. Overwatch is outlawed still, even in this time of need. From McCree’s words, “They’re getting the band back together,” Winston has just sent the call and McCree recieved it. And he knew that Echo, for whatever reason, would be extremely useful and needed to Winston and the newly pieced back together Overwatch.
But, Overwatch is still illegal. And no one must know that it is getting back together, otherwise the people will be hunted down and arrested, no matter how noble Winston’s intentions are; the law is the law.
So, what is McCree supposed to do now that Overwatch needs help, has called for him specifically, he wants to help, he knows that Echo would be more useful than him and he needs to free her and send her to Winston without him ever be connected to it, because he’s a known ex-Overwatch member? Or, even better, an ex-Blackwatch member, the fraction that supposedly, put Overwatch in trouble in the first place?
How to steal Echo away from the government without linking himself, Overwatch/Blackwatch to it so that he can keep the return of the Overwatch a secret for as long as possible from any government?
Use the Deadlock Gang, of course.
This way, their presence is everywhere in the crime scene, they get the blame and both McCree and his connections to Overwatch/Blackwatch are erased. Echo goes back, he goes to fetch maybe another member in secret.
“Why would he get through so much trouble?”
He cares about Overwatch and believes in its mission, duh.
As for the complex nature of this whole operation… Jesse McCree was Blackwatch. Covert missions. Acting from the shadows, framing others and leaving no traces behind that it was him is exactly what Blackwatch used to do.
And all he’d have to face is the accusations that he pulled a gun to the people in the diner. Maybe. Which wouldn’t be a big deal for him; he’s already an outlaw.
So I want to sell this handsome demon hunter dude because I drew him but don’t have a concept for him at all, and maybe someone can give him a good home and good RP!
I don’t have a set price in mind, so…. whatever any of you think it’s fair! I can tweak some colors here and there if it’s really something you have your heart set on.
Look, a long time ago Deyaenus bought this slave battle ogre named Brutunk because the brute was actually pretty intuitive and smart and basically Deyaenus thought to teach it more, to read and write, and eventually was teaching Brutunk about the Light. And the ogre learned, a lot. Deyaenus got really excited about it because he was then thinking about using Brutunk to forcefully convert other clans to the teachings of the Light because WHY NOT when you have a crazy idea you just want to see how far you can take it.
Long story short, it didn’t work out. Things went wrong, very wrong. Brutunk was becoming too smart and too aggressive and wasn’t as keen to follow Deyaenus as he had before. Brutunk was put down.
But I do wonder if during the times Brutunk returned to his clan, in Brakenwall Village, in Swamp of Sorrows, if he had managed to actually convert any of his fellow ogres. I mean, it’s been YEARS since then. Who knows?
Ben and Jerry’s isn’t making an empty advertising gesture. They company has supported Bernie Sanders, and made an ice cream flavor to raise awareness of global warming. They run progressive news stories on their websites and social media. They pay their workers a living wage. Even their brownies are sourced from a company that specializes in hiring people out of jail to help them get their lives back on track. They’re open supporters of socialism. I understand the idea of “no ethical consumption” but Ben and Jerry’s isn’t just adopting a political message for nothing.
Since joining Tumblr, I’ve met a lot of young queer people. Look, I’m a bisexual man in a gay relationship, and I’m approaching 30. I was still a kid when Matthew Shepard’s story was being covered on the news. I remember thinking, “I better keep my mouth shut about these feelings I’m having.”
And then I met Dominic when I was 12, and people could see how in love we were. And we got the shit beat out of us. The year I met him, some kids in the grade above me held me down against the bleachers in our gym and stomped on my hand until my fingers broke. Instead of sending me to the nurse, the teacher sent me to the assistant principal to explain the situation. She asked why the kids had beat me up. I said, “They were calling me gay.”
Her response was, “Well, are you?”
My, “I don’t know,” earned a call to my parents, and I was outed. Efforts were made to keep me from seeing Dom. Throughout high school, Dom’s stepmother intensified these efforts. He slept in the basement of the house. Although he was an incredibly talented student, he was prohibited from participating in any extracurriculars. He suffered a lot of physical abuse during those years.
The day he turned 18, he packed up everything he had and walked to my house, and we’ve lived together ever since. Things are better, but they’re not perfect. I’ve had trucks pull up next to me at stoplights and, seeing the pride sticker on my car, through old drinks and garbage into my window. I no longer speak to my dad’s side of the family. I haven’t been to see them for Christmas or Thanksgiving in years. One of my uncles had cornered me at Thanksgiving when I was 17 and said, “I’m not going to judge you, but I’d be happy to break your neck so God can do the judging a little sooner.”
I joined a support group for trans and intersex people. When I joined, 40 people attended regularly. Within the year, the group was half the size it had been. Some couldn’t make it anymore, because they were staying at the shelter, where their stay hinged on them agreeing to instead to attend homophobic sermons. Some were put in correctional therapy. Five of them died. Three of those, I didn’t know, but I knew Alex, the 19 year old who was fag-dragged in Kentucky and died a day later in the hospital, and I knew Stephanie, who went home to Alabama to care for her mom in hospice and was beaten to death with a baseball bat by her mom’s boyfriend.
Tumblr is not reality. The dynamic here does not reflect the dynamic out there. Here’s the part where I finally make a point, and it might be extremely unpopular – but guys, value your allies.Value each other. We are met with enough hate in our daily lives to enter an online safe-space and meet more hate from our own, over petty things. Don’t go after one another over every little thing you find problematic.
Learn to see nuance. Maybe the word “queer” bothers you, and you see a gay man using it as an umbrella term. Maybe someone called a trans man a trans woman because they’re confused about terminology, but the post where they did it was voicing support for the trans community. Maybe someone is just asking a question, wanting to learn more. Stop. Attacking. These. People.
Allies are being driven away. Members of our own community are being ostracized. Others are feeling nervous and estranged, and it’s largely because of places like Tumblr, where the social justice movement is quickly becoming violent and radical. I am begging you, stop nitpicking “problematic” things and start directing your efforts to create real change. When it comes to comes to your allies, forget the “social justice warrior” mentality and put down your torch. Educate calmly. Be respectful. Be understanding. Be forgiving. And I’m certainly not saying that your anger doesn’t have a good place – when you are met with bigots on the street, congress members who want to pass hateful laws, violent protesters, abusive parents, prejudiced teachers, that is when you need to be a warrior. That’s when it counts. In the real world. When you have the opportunity to protect people from real harm. Attacking your would-be allies via anonymous asks is just going to lose us ground in the long run. And we don’t have time for that, not when trans women of color are being murdered every day, not when states are still fighting against marriage equality, not when there are politicians in office who believe that trans people are possessed by demons, not when we’ve just lost 50 brothers and sisters to one gunman, not when the media won’t even admit that the attack was homophobic.
Please step back. Look at the big picture. Look at where we are, globally. Don’t just log on to your safe space and attack your allies over small missteps. That’s like washing the dishes in a house that’s on fire, kids. Let’s fight on the battlefield, and when we come home to each other, let’s just focus on bandaging up our wounds so we can go out and win the war.
Signal boost to this unbelievably important message.
I’d reblog this a thousand times if I could.
Stop attacking allies. Educate. Not hate.
This is incredibly important. Please read!
Educate calmly. Be respectful. Be understanding. Be forgiving.
Gonna Reblog this every time
Reblogging because this is really fucking important
This is so important there is enough hate out in the world already .try to be alittle kinder to each other .love not hate.
Good advice.
I sometimes wonder if the disproportionate anger I see among those of us who should all be on the same side is transference. We can’t retaliate against the ones who hurt us most, the ones who break bones and pass cruel laws and yell slurs in RL. The things we can do to change their behavior are slow and indirect: joining in protests, supporting lawsuits, voting, educating, explaining the basics over and over to people who are somehow still ignorant.
So when a person on social media uses the wrong pronouns or a term that’s no longer appropriate, or disagrees with us on the nature of the word “queer”, etc, etc, we unleash the frustrated burning fury of a thousand nazi-punching suns on them. We try to gatekeep our community so that it feels as safe as possible for us. We don’t want to do the work of educating and tolerating and openness and patience, for the millionth time. We’re tired and we only want allies who will support us exactly and precisely on OUR terms. Don’t we deserve that?
And that understandable feeling….has a lot in common with “I won’t vote unless there’s a candidate I can genuinely support” and “Anything said by any person in X demographic is garbage” and “I don’t care how much good this program is doing, one of the people involved has done or said a Bad Thing in the past and so the whole enterprise must be shunned”.
(I’m using “we” here not to try and claim any kind of membership or entitlement, but to acknowledge shared responsibility. I get frustrated too. But perfect is the enemy of done, in activism as much as in art or business. Now more than ever, what matters is that the work gets done.)
A lot of it is indeed transference, I think. People are angry, someone has to get hit, they’re not gonna hit someone who’d crush them in retaliation.
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