#mvp*

[death-by-sc0tland]

face of a man that knows he just ended a 500 year old vampire’s entire career

[389]

ALEXA DEMIE: LEOPARD LIMO (ARCHIVE LL11) [MV] Directed by Taylor Russell

[d-lanx]

Punk: "I'm not here to make friends. I'm here to make money."

Also Punk:

bro was like “I'm not here to make friends” and then proceeded to make friends with literally everyone. collecting besties like pokemon.

probably forgot somebody but I already hit the 30 photo limit. but i think i made my point just fine

[thotferatu]

[mrawkweird]

All business transactions have been finalized.

[moodboardmix]

Casa Serena, Comporta, Portugal

Courtesy: MVP

[clubhoops]

A'ja Wilson becomes the only player to ever score 1k in a single WNBA season

[originalleftist]

Thoughts on Harris's Acceptance speech.

First, there's obviously the inherently historic nature of the moment itself- the first woman of colour ever nominated by a major party in the US, and hopefully soon our first woman President.

A lot of it is what you'd expect in such a speech, though delivered well- thanking supporters, talking about her own history, and promising to be a President for all Americans, and listing her/her party's policy positions.

Her speaking on her family history was interesting, particularly her mother's decision to reject an arranged marriage, describing this as an act of self-determination to which she and her sister owe their existence.

She also didn't shy away from talking about Trump's criminal convictions, sexual assault verdict, or January 6th. Good. Send a prosecutor to stop a felon.

She also did a very good job relating her experience as a prosecutor to representing the public interest, how an injustice toward anyone is an injustice toward everyone. She really showed how that experience will inform her service as President. Very well-done.

Ooh, and talking about America leading in space. Nice. As a space program enthusiast (and was hoping for former astronaut Kelly as VP, until Walz blew us away), it's nice to see it at least get a mention.

She'll get a lot of pushback for her remarks on Israel from the Left-wing of the party, but its good to see her unambiguously denounce Hamas's atrocities, including sexual violence, and affirm her support for Israel's security. However, she also reiterated her call for a ceasefire, and Palestinians' rights, including explicitly the right to self-determination. She showed perhaps the most fire in this section of her speech.

A side-note: I really appreciated the shear unabashed emotion on Tim Walz's face as Harris accepted the nomination. Both because men are often discouraged from showing open emotion, and seen as less manly if they do, and because it shows that Walz will be a candidate, and Vice President, who is not thinking of himself, of his own grudges or goals or ambitions, but who is 100% behind his President, with his whole heart. Harris chose him very well.

[delightfulwolfperson]

MVP 🥰

[hinata-boke]

Drawing a randomly generated Haikyuu character (almost) every day until I give up

48. Takeda Ittetsu

[iforgotmymeds]

Appreciation post for the most underrated SPN characters and one of my absolute favourites - Bobby <3

The shit this gem puts up with is unreal.

[reidiot]

maybe without the penalties i could've finished in front of the mercedes, but then lando would have won the race

max verstappen is currently playing chess ♟🏁

[poppy5991]

We’re all waiting for the true protagonist of the AFO fight to show up in the anime:

Camie

To arrive, help save Hawks and call him an S-tier twink. My hero 🫡

[tani-b-art]

A’ja Wilson receives all first place votes, winning her third MVP and second unanimous MVP in WNBA history.

(and now Penelope is meeting Marie and Valerie “Valley” in her trophy case!)

[delusionaltoma]

I admire him and his silly cowboy tendencies

[lu-sn]

In the foyer of the minor family mansion, looming large and ominous against dark paneled wood, is a floor-to-ceiling portrait of Gun.

This is Pete’s first time seeing it. He must have walked by it earlier without realizing; he wouldn’t have noticed it on their way out either if Macau hadn’t come to a screeching halt in front of it.

In the portrait, Gun sits tall in an ornate chair, smoldering cigar hanging from his fingertips, expression brimming with arrogance. The narcissism of it — the centering of this house’s power on its patriarch, with his sons nowhere to be seen — is not unusual for a mafia mogul like Gun. Pete loathes him for it anyway.

Pete glances at Macau, whose gaze is fixed on his father’s face, and then down at where Macau is thumbing restlessly at the lighter in his palm. The gesture is familiar; the lighter is Vegas’s. It was the only item the doctors found tucked away in the tatters of Vegas’s clothing, and Macau has not relinquished it since. Pete has numbed himself to the sight and sound of it flicking open and shut, matching time with the beeping of Vegas’s heart monitor as he and Macau keep vigil on opposite sides of Vegas’s hospital bed.

The click of the lighter echoes in the cavernous foyer, now, sharp and eerie.

“Macau,” Pete blurts out. He hefts the box cradled in his arms. “I’ll go put your things in the car.” And when that earns him no response, he mumbles, “I’ll be back.”

He staggers out of the foyer and down the front steps to the car, leaving Macau to his thoughts.

Pete’s own mind, fractured and worn from weeks of poor sleep, swirls with thoughts of dead fathers. They leave themselves behind in empty houses and littered beer bottles, in stacks of yellowed photos and stacks of debt, in bruises, old and new. Their specters are impossible to shake, even without massive portraits to contend with.

Pete hopes Vegas won’t keep the portrait if he… when he wakes up. The love sons have for their bastard fathers is a curse, but Vegas will not see it that way, not for a long time. Vegas will want to keep the shadow of his father close. He will not be able to help himself after a lifetime of chasing Gun’s approval.

Better the shadow of his father than the real thing, Pete thinks darkly.

He slams the trunk of the car shut, turns back towards the mansion and then, even through his daze, the scent of it is thick enough to choke — smoke.

Fire.

“Macau?” Pete yells, sprinting up the steps and rushing back into the foyer. Alarms blare in his head: Macau is in danger. He has to keep Macau safe for Vegas. “Something’s wrong, we have to get out—”

He skids to a stop.

Macau looks over his shoulder at Pete, face inscrutable, silhouetted as he is by the burning, blazing portrait behind him. The lighter glints as he flips it round and round between his fingers.

The flames crawl up the portrait, eating away at its domineering presence, incinerating Gun into worthless ashes at his son’s feet.

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#kpanniversary2024 episode 14 + prompt 14: legacy