#v: you're next

[bakudekublogblog]

kacchan there is actually a way you and izuku can be together forever i have this crazy inventive solution for you it's called a marriage license

[paradoxgavel]

got both endings in hw2 and now it is time for me to be really, really sad about cassie's dad!!

[389]

V/H/S (2012)

Directed by Ti West (X & Pearl) Adam Wingard (You're Next & Blair Witch sequel) David Bruckner (The Night House & Hellraiser) Radio Silence (Ready or Not & Scream)

[wallbeatjournal]

JIMIN MENTION. Riverdale characters as BTS members

unfortunately i did workshop this with the army gc and i think i have a proposal. it doesn't totally work because of gender dynamics and the way the universes of corporate-competitive art performance and riverdale aren't really quite aligned, but i think i got somewhere.

RIVERDALE MAINS AS BTS MEMBERS:

jughead = rm / kim namjoon. iconoclast. the lyricist-narrator of the whole deal. the link to the big corporate-bureaucratic metaplot in the sky. a typewriter kind of guy. there are so so so many of him and sometimes they interact. queerbait-complicit and yet sidestepping it.

reggie = jin / kim seokjin. the negotiator. the big-city boyfriend from the hallmark movie. the nation's son-in-law but DID flirt with your grandmother and your dad at the function. fed that mean old man from his bare hand. schemes and scams, less opportunistically than as a vocational calling. second place to karl marx and knows it.

betty = suga / min yoongi. she's resisting her idol image with her gratuitously-edgy secondary persona but she's still your poor little meow meow, your baby. she's alert! she's fractured! her amygdala is working sooo hard. her shadow grows and grows and she's avoiding it she's looking at it she's avoiding it she's looking. don't say tangerine.

veronica = j-hope / jung hoseok. idk it's about perfectionism. it's about how CRYING 👏 DOES 👏 NOT 👏 FIT 👏 WITH 👏 HER 👏 LIFE'S 👏 VIBE. it's about lean-in girlbossism. it's about success not creating psychological safety (but she wants more anyway bc what else is she here to do). she's nice but she's ruthless but she loves you!! and on several tragic levels iykyk: she da bus driver all of a sudden.

kevin = jimin. compulsive joiner. compulsive people-pleaser. compulsive flirt. compulsive. mapplethorpe fanboy. gender outlaw. a smoke-show, now. most likely to charm a late night talk show host. queerbaiter of the cruising-coded-crowd-scene variety. most likely to put it all on the line for a little cabaret ♥

cheryl = v / kim taehyung. questionable art appreciator. questionable painter. questionable self portrait accumulator. high-aesthetic curator of Scenes and Situations. president of gay fanservice (self-appointed). glamorous alien OR reclusive little freak. if the high-aesthetic, melodramatic-literary closet case lament fits.

archie = jungkook. golden boy all-rounder. beefcake-on-display. designated himbo. Wants To Help. will NOT contribute to a conversation so don't even try. gives kind of a sincere wounded baby animal quality at times. queerbait via lore-relevant chime card sponcon (this isn't jarchie but it does make you ask yourself "is charlie puth sort of jugheadcore, if jughead sucked (derogatory) instead of sucking (complimentary)?")

[sainz100]

Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz | 📸 via scuderiaferrari

[rocketbirdie]

THAT'S A WRAP!

Volcanic Hollow, introduced in MH4, is an absolute hellscape of a locale. Gotta hand it to Capcom, they sure didn't half-ass their implementation of the brand new mounting mechanic at the time, and this map is proof. Rife with awkward obstacles, a nonsensical layout, and copious ledges of liability, Volcanic Hollow is home to some of the most nostalgic (traumatizing) memories of would-be enthusiastic hunters.

The plentiful high ground encouraged abuse of the poorly balanced mounting damage. But MHGU nerfed mounting significantly, causing Volcanic Hollow to lose the ONE thing it had going for it. What remains is a smoldering husk of its former self.

We salute you, Volcanic Hollow. It's your existence that makes all of the other maps in this wonderful game shine as bright as they do. Er, at least some of them... cough volcano cough

Thank you all those who voted for your least favorite MHGU maps! Not that the answer came to us as a surprise. See you all next time!

[narumi-gens]

y'know, if ppl want to make requests in the comments/tags of my fics that's fine but they could at least include "loved this!" before saying "please give me X"

[lgbt-aesthetics]

ID: Three phone backgrounds featuring emoji alien animals in UFOs/flying saucers on cartoony galaxy backgrounds. The UFO has the Agender flag coming out of the bottom, looking like a tractor beam. In the first image there is a bear in the cockpit of the UFO, in the second is a raven, in the third is a fox. End ID

Space + Agender Phone Lockscreens

~Requested by @jadelion~

[imminent-danger-came]

Part of me, deep deep down, wonders if we still may have a scene of MK on his knees versus his friends a la 4x07

[byberbunk2069]

Everybody is going to have a bad day.

Middle two are OCs by @gibson-girlboss

[ignorancelive]

landlords PLEASE die horrendous fiery deaths why are they literally doubling our rent and getting past rent control by only starting to document our rent prices after the first half of the increase 😐 kill yourself right now

[code01746]

@rubctosis ❤️'d for a thing.

　　　　❝ look. i’m sorry about the… hospital, thing...❞

　deja vu. rosinante had to have opened conversations with this exact line before. more than once or twice. more than he wanted to think about. his body language always ended up being the same, too; heavy sighing, scrunched mouth, and eyes averted whether or not law was too upset to look in his direction.

he never felt guilty about what he did to the doctorsーoh, absolutely not. fuck those guys. they're doctors; if there was anybody qualified to treat a couple bloody noses or some first-degree burns, it was doctors. plus, they were already in the perfect place to have their injuries treated, too, so the spy wasn't going to lose sleep over it. they'd be fine. but, although he hesitated to admit it aloud out of fear of bonding with the little shit and therefore making it that much harder to convince him to leave the family behind altogether, he did feel bad for subjecting law to it.

the visits clearly stressed him outーwhich wasn't ideal for anyone, but especially not him. normal, healthy people got sick all the time from high stress, so he couldn't imagine its effects on a terminally ill kid whose body was slowly but surely falling apart. thus, all rosinante could do was slip into this same routine over and over again: sheepish apologies & half-assed bribes.

　❝ what can i do make it up to you? you want... grilled fish for dinner? you wanna sleep in a cushy bed at an inn tonight rather than camping outside? ❞

[wisheswagered]

Evelyn's gaze is as sharp as a hawk's as she observes the suspicious man before her. But as sharp as it is, it's also equally as subtle - to the point where an ordinary person might not be able to tell she was studying them at all. Of course, Evelyn gets the impression that this man is far from ordinary...

"Don't you think that outfit you're wearing is taking things a little too far?" She greets him with a somewhat-sarcastic question - the bandages aren't exactly subtle. Still, there's a tension in the room that she's sure both parties are aware of... which is to be expected, when Evelyn still doesn't remember how she ended up in this manor at all.

Is he the culprit, or is he another victim? That's the first thing this "Faro Lady" needs to figure out.

"...Hmm, I suppose that was rather rude of me. Please accept my apologies... and let me ask another question instead. Who might you be?"

@kllsworn ( starter! )

[ghostoffuturespast]

Manuscript Word Search Tag

Buckle up because I have four of these saved... Sorry, for being so verbose and for it erroneously being like two or three months getting back to some of you. I kept putting it off and then forgot.

Grabbing all of these from the behemoth, So It Goes.

Also, there's a link to everyone's OG posts with their word searches, so go read their stuff too!

@fly-amanitaa gave me night, breeze, jealous, & collide - here

Night

V took the long way to the metro station. She wasn’t ready to sit still yet. Basking in the glow of neon and the anonymity of the crowded streets, night was when the city came alive. It had been years since she’d let herself get lost among the streets, the time she’d spent at Arasaka hadn’t allowed for aimless wandering. Her feet led her to the waterfront edge of Kabuki, the lights of Japantown across the way, gleaming towers brilliant in the night sky. The neon and LEDS outshone the stars. A breeze from the water made her dark purple hair dance on her shoulders. Maybe that’s why most people found it so hard to quit Night City. The artificial lights cut through the dark and offered the allure of promises. The sweetness of dreams. The hope of carving something for yourself out of the darkness. Hope was the raft people clung to and the ocean they drowned in.

Breeze

The ride back to the Heywood precinct was the quietest part of her evening. After, was always when her nerves settled down. Past the point of fraying, when there was nothing left to hold together and the tiredness would settle in. V cracked the windows, relishing the breeze that filtered off the canals and cooled her skin.

Jealous

A few kept their distance but the majority of the hens flocked to the edge of the fence, bobbing and tilting their heads with the expectation of being fed. Black and amber eyes stared up at them, a few of the birds cooing and clucking as they waited. Feathers ruffled as they vied for space in front of River in particular, who was taunting them with the handful of greens in his hand.V ran her tongue over her teeth. After a terse pause, she looked out the corner of her eye. “Should’ve mentioned you were a mom.” “Mm.” He hummed. “Hope you’re not too disappointed.” Tapping her boot, she muttered. “Could’ve said something about them being birds though.” “Sorry, wanted it to be a surprise. Plus, I thought it was funny and, uh, you’re kind of cute when you’re riled up.” River flashed a wide grin. “Were you really that worried?” “I– I don’t know. Maybe a little.” “My, you really are the jealous type.” He teased.

Collide

Rain thrummed against the metal railings and pattered on the cars parked in the lot below. Dawn was breaking gray through the clouds. V watched water droplets collide into puddles, ripples spread out and interlaced with each other. Every breath she took hurt, the expansion of her lungs straining against her injuries. She took a sharp breath in and exhaled letting her breath condense in the cool air. Even with the pain, it was somehow easier to breathe when it rained. V was sheltered under the slim metal awning of a fire escape, twirling Evelyn’s cigarette case in between her palms.

@setaflow gave me retort, sun, length, & knuckle - here

Retort

V ran her tongue over her teeth, scoffed, and decided the time for going along quietly was over. She shouted so the whole room could hear. “I’m not in the business of owing people favors, particularly not to pigs who try to solicit the people they’ve arrested.” Heads swiveled in their direction. It was a bad idea, she was in the middle of a precinct full of badges, but she was cold, tired, cranky, and had enough of whatever this shit was. She needed to buy a couple more seconds though. “You’re barking up the wrong tree if you think you’re going to get ‘favors’ from me just because you dropped whatever charges you cooked up.” V sneered at him. “You want favors? Phone a friend. Pay a joytoy. Get Jimenez to suck your dick for you.” Dupres’ fingers dug into her arm. “You n–” He didn’t get the chance to finish his retort. V slid to the side, catching Dupres off guard and off balance. She hooked her upper arm into the crook of his elbow and shit-whipped him into the group of cops and gutter-punks that was passing behind them. They toppled over like bowling pins.

Sun

The sun was making it’s descent in the sky, shades of blue turning to hues of orange and pink. Wind picked up dust, swirling and tossing it through the empty streets. V sat next to the switchgear box, head resting against the railing, eyes closed. She traced circles on her palms with her fingers while sweat trickled down her back. Waiting during an op was always the worst part, it gave one far too much time to think. About the things that could go wrong and the things that did go wrong.

Length

It was late in the morning when V woke up. The lack of light had let her sleep in. A giant bank of fog had rolled in from the ocean and engulfed the entire city, wisps of moisture clinging to every conceivable surface before droplets coalesced and drug themselves down. Water running it’s hands down the length and breadth of Night City. V rolled over and buried herself even further underneath her covers, in an attempt to warm herself up. She’d only bothered to put a t-shirt and underwear on after she’d washed away the blood and patched up all the bullet holes with BioSkin. The muscles on her torso and legs were stiff and bruised where the bullets had ricocheted off. She tried to shut her eyes and go back to sleep, but Nibbles poked his wet nose in her ear before biting it.

Knuckle

Hands and lips pressed back on each other with a renewed fervor, nakedness fostering their explorations even further. Touches alternating between soft and something rougher. V delighted in the taste of River on the edge of her tongue, drowning in the scent of him. Leather, soap, salt damp skin, and something ancient. Something of the earth that she’d long forgotten. River’s fingers wove their way into her hair and cradled the shaved fuzz at her nape, hunting for more of her. Roaming to all the places he hadn't been yet. The knuckles of his other hand traced up her leg and over the curve of her hip. Feet fumbled over one another as they made a clumsy back-pedal toward the bed.

(Not a single singular use of the word knuckle. Also, cutting it off before it gets too spicy)

@morganlefaye79 gave me cake, occupied, outside, staring, & heart - here

Cake

“Great. More stairs and limited exits, my favorite.” Jackie waved his hand. “Quit worrying, V. Our choom watching the stairs isn’t even paying attention. They’re probably napping off their hangovers and coming down from their glitter highs, while we’re bright eyed and bushy tailed. Should be a piece of cake.” “Not getting too over confident are we?” V asked.“ Eh, first gig in two weeks just missed the rush, chica .”

Occupied

V walked around to Vik’s comp and pulled out her link and plugged in. An upload notification appeared in her optics. V’s eyes wandered around the clinic while she waited, before they ended up settling on River. He was wearing a black t-shirt, his silver necklace standing out against the dark material, along with a worn out but well fitting pair of jeans. V watched the corded muscles of his arms move as he shrugged his coat back on. The upload bar disappeared. Vik swiped through the readouts on his screen. He only talked loud enough for V to hear. “Looks like your mineral and cortisol levels have stabilized. That’s good.” He frowned slightly. “Some of your other vitals are elevated though…” V jerked her head around too quickly towards Vik. He noticed. V felt her cheeks heat up. Both of Vik’s eyebrows quirked over his shades as he comprehended what, or who, V had been looking at. “Vitals are elevated but within normal range. You’re all set to go.” V yanked her link out and blew on her bangs. Vik silently laughed next to her. River was still occupied making sure his optic was fully functional. V hoped he had missed that entire exchange.

Outside

Given the weather, there weren’t many pedestrians outside. The people that did brave the heat dodged quickly into the shade or glacial refuges of buildings or cars. Even the street vendors had decided to keep their carts and stalls closed. Mirages shimmered off the concrete in the spots that were fully exposed to the sun and the smell of exhaust and ozone saturated the air. V was dripping sweat by the time she made it to the Esoterica.

Staring

It was hours before call time, but Johnny had insisted they arrive early, eager for mischief. V stood staring at a giant garish samurai mask emblazoned on the front gate. The polished estate sat greedily on the other side of the fence, complete with manicured lawn, rows of palm trees, pristine drive way, glimmering windows, and a few security bots patrolling the perimeter. Kerry Eurodyne’s mansion a sleek modern testament to architecture, wealth, and success. So of course, Johnny hated it.

Heart

“Spent a lifetime curating those. Y’know, on principle, still can’t excuse you for bein’ a cop, but I’ll admit you’re a decent uncle.” If Johnny had had the guidance, maybe he wouldn’t have done half the shit he did. Maybe. He spun the empty shot glass on the counter and stared at the new heart inked on the inside of his borrowed forearm. “Gonna have to look after her when I’m not around anymore.” River tilted his head fully, brown organic eye exposed. “What’s with the sudden change in tune?”

@luvwich gave me spice, question, fury, paint, & gentle - here

Spice

Taking a heaping forkful of rice and chile slathered in cheese, V groaned. “Lord, I missed this. Think you might actually be the best cook in NC.” “You’re welcome over anytime, V. You just need to remember that.” Mama Welles pointed with her fork. V shoveled another forkful of food into her mouth and got up. “Do you need something to drink?” “Ah, water, por favor … How is it, Misty?” “I-it’s really delicious, Mama Welles.” V came back with three cans of water, setting one in front of each of them. Across from her Misty was sweating and trying to drown out the spice with her beer. Misty threw V a grateful look as she opened the can of water and downed half of it. V scarfed her first plate of food.

Question

“... Okay. That does sound like an emergency.” There were a few snips as Vik started removing the sutures. “Was that the Peter Pan case that was all over the feeds a couple days ago?” “Yeah.” “You keep makin’ the front page, kid.” V pursed her lips. “Not really a fan to be honest. Starting to see why you didn’t want to stay in the limelight.” The tugging sensation on her skin changed as Vik moved on to the staples.“Who stitched you up?” Turning her head away, V stumbled on the question. “River.” Vik decided not to kick her while she was down. “Did a neat job. Maybe he should've been a doctor instead.”

Fury

“Hmm. Well, if he’s one of our suppliers, you might be off the hook. But then again…” V roughly pinched one of Black’s cheeks. She slapped him, Black’s head whipping hard to the side. “I’ll have to see what Jotaro says, mull it over. In the meantime, don’t go anywhere.” V briskly marched back to the office and slammed the door. River glared out the window at Officer Black, his face colored with an undercurrent of fury and all grim lines. He was leaning with his hands on the desk and cut the holo line when V walked in. She crossed her arms, her eyes flitting between River and Black squirming in his chair. “A confession and two more names isn’t bad. Still don’t know where Shobo’s hiding out though.” River scoffed. “Tch. Yeah, except this shit keeps getting deeper.”

Paint

It was standing room only in the train, packed with the last of the evening's corporate commuters and the early rush of nighttime pleasure seekers. The car rattled along on the rails and the smell of sweat and paint saturated the interior. Someone was swatching the back of the car with graffiti. A bright neon pink. The train doors opened up twenty minutes later and people spilled out into the metro tunnel, V shouldered her way through the crowd and darted up the escalator that spat her out in The Glen.

Gentle

River held her gaze and confessed. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but… can’t seem to stay away from trouble.” “Don’t know why.” V whispered. “Because she’s beautiful and won’t admit it.” V shut her eyes, the warmth unbearable. “Doubt that. I’m a walking piece of garbage.” “That’s not what I see.” “You’re too good, River.” Stray tears escaped down her cheeks. “You say it like it’s a bad thing.” He gave her a soft smile. His organic hand coming up to cup her face, thumb swiping tears away. Calloused. Warm. Gentle. "It's not. It's just… I don't understand how you're so fucking… kind. And kind to me. When this place is such a fucking hellhole and when it's done nothing but take from you." River searched V's face. "For better or worse, I suppose I still find things to be hopeful for." And looked through her. “All I see is a fierce woman who has the courage to care despite all the pain that’s happened to her.”

Phew, made it. Hopefully no one fell asleep.

Tagging in no particular order and with no pressure: @fly-amanitaa @setaflow @morganlefaye79 @luvwich (Yes, I'm tagging you all back) @seeker-of-truth @neon-pink-witch @vox-monstera @civilization-illstayrighthere @merge-conflict @another-corpo-rat @wanderingaldecaldo @shimmer-like-agirl

Your words, should you choose to accept, are: blossom, scent, rust, dream, & rain.

[aletheialed]

"I can't believe it! What do they know?"

Trucy is clearly fuming as she talks aloud to herself; her arms folded defensively across her chest. Even though it's been several hours since she first became upset, she still can't stop herself being bothered, and that frustrates her almost as much as everything else.

When she's talked badly about, she can deal with that. It's not a hugely common occurrence - Trucy is neither popular nor unpopular at school, and is certainly thought of as odd - but she prefers it that way, and there's plenty of people who've fallen for her charms over time. But when the one they're insulting is Phoenix, too...

"Oh! Daddy!" she exclaims suddenly, just having noticed him moving behind her. Turning around to face him, she quickly plasters a smile on her face, and tries to play it off.

"You can't sneak up on me like that! Who knows what might happen next time? Tee hee!"

@lawbnd ( starter for nick! )

[schroedingerscryptid]

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