#yall are the mvps

[roguegrove]

ballet au astarion, v1 vamp claws cause i'm nasty, v2 normal nails because i'm autistic and know he couldn't dance with claws.

fully inspired by Pas de deux by @giddy-goblin and art by @captainneedsnosleep, and i dedicate this to them <3

this was a full 35 hour labor of love. it's not perfect but i am proud of my progress. at least 10 hours of that was a first draft that is laughable by comparison. fully a trust the process piece.

posted on patreon first for free

[houseofpurplestars]

I love you self-shippers I love you everyone shipping their ocs with canon characters I love you freaks with incredibly specific kinks

[skizzim]

a qwik lil feral wereheart as a treat for myself AND all the shart wereheart truthers 🫡

[miniscrew-anon]

To: T.Link.98@hymail.com Subject: My bath bombs require a minimum temperature of 102 degrees to properly break down Dear Sir Link of Kokiri Forest, This is your tenant in Bedroom#3. I am writing to inform you of a serious issue regarding the usability of house amenities. ---- AKA Warriors is Times tenant.

[lu-sn]

Pete watches on in amusement as Macau totally fails to shimmy himself into the skintight layer of his pilot suit.

“Hey, it’s because I’m swole now, okay, I lift,” Macau says petulantly as he finally manages to roll the suit past his hips. 

Pete finishes zipping up his own suit. “Mhmm.”

“This is a super old suit,” Macau complains, “they took my new suit for repairs, and let’s be honest, I was basically a stick back then–”

“Until you became hot,” Pete says, having heard this spiel only about twenty times before. He moves to help Macau squeeze his arms through the suit.

“Until I became hot!” Macau grins at Pete. “See, you get it. Hey, I bet my biceps look real good in this–”

“The kaiju will definitely be blown away by your biceps.”

“They sure fucking will.” Macau looks inordinately pleased with himself. “The final, secret weapon that will save humanity.”

Pete rolls his eyes. “Okay,” he says, “hold your breath – good,” as he yanks Macau’s zipper all the way up. He pats Macau on the back. “Let’s go.”

–

Once they’ve made their way to the jaeger cockpit, the technicians start encasing Pete and Macau in their protective armor, along with all of the hook-ups that give them control over the various limbs and weapon attachments on the jaeger. 

“Helmets,” one technician says, and Pete swiftly pulls on his head sock, making sure his bangs are securely tucked under the cloth before slipping on his helmet as well. He hears the familiar hiss of the hydraulics as the technician locks in a large attachment to the back of his helmet – the critical cabling that enables the pilots’ neural link.

“Step back,” the technician says, and Pete does. The exoskeleton clicks into place around him. “Preparations complete.”

“Testing comms,” a voice says, directly into Pete’s ear.

“Menace-L, copy,” Pete responds.

“Menace-R, copy,” Macau follows. “‘Sup, Hia.”

“Brat,” Vegas says placidly. “Operations confirmed that the kaiju is a Cat-3, and it’s headed for the Philippines. You’ll be in-flight for a little over 2 hours before the drop.”

“Yeah, right,” Macau mutters.

Pete snorts. After that one time they were stuck waiting to drop for over 12 hours, Pete doesn’t blame him for his skepticism.

“Tell yourself 4 hours, and then maybe you won’t be so cranky when the estimate isn’t spot on.” Vegas says. “The shelf on that side of the island falls off pretty quickly. Luckily, we don’t think you’ll have to wait until the kaiju makes it to the shallows. He doesn’t look like a swimmer.”

“A runner?” Macau says, a hint of glee in his tone.

“Yep. Four-legged. You should be able to fight him along the sea bed.”

“Phi,” Macau says. “Phi. Can we wrestle him, please–”

“Absolutely not,” Vegas starts.

“Sure,” Pete says.

Macau whoops. “Fuck yeah! Underwater wrestling, baby, let’s fucking go–”

Vegas sighs. “If HQ asks for Menace’s damages bill again, I’ll make sure you’re the one taking that call. You can be the one to explain exactly how critical it is to account for underwater wrestling in the budget–”

“We’ve, like, improved,” Macau says. “We’re good at it now. Tell you what – I’ll make you a bet. External damage only. No dents in the framework this time.”

“Deal,” Vegas says immediately. 

“Here we go again,” Pete says under his breath.

“We’re ready for the neural link, sir,” another voice interrupts. “Are we cleared?”

“One moment,” Vegas says. “Yes, you’re cleared.”

“Neural link for Apocalyptic Menace going live in sixty,” the voice says.

“Copy.”

Pete exhales, leans back into the exoskeleton. The jolt of the neural link is always nauseating, but thankfully it’s short-lived. Pete is very used to it, though. And the drift itself is wonderful.

He hears a faint click, and an indicator pops up on his helmet’s interface that he’s been switched over to a private line.

There is a long silence.

“Wish I could come with you,” Vegas says quietly.

Pete smiles, fond. “You’ll just have to wish harder for a Cat-4. For next time.”

Vegas’s injury means that he’s not allowed to be on a standard pilot rotation, not like the rest of them. But he’s so damn good that HQ can’t bring themselves to bench him, either. So he gets sent out with Pete on the really tough drops, the category 4 and 5 kaijus, and Macau subs in on all the rest.

They’re lucky that all three of them are drift compatible with each other. Otherwise, HQ would force Vegas into the cockpit far more frequently. And then Vegas would re-injure himself, probably, and Pete would have to go kill someone over it.

“Next time,” Vegas says. Then, firm, “You’ll come back.”

“I always do,” Pete says, voice soft.

Vegas hums. “And bring my idiot brother back intact, please. Keep the wrestling to a minimum.”

“Can’t believe you’d throw a bet like that,” Pete says, amused.

Vegas scoffs. “It’s a win-win for me. Less repairs, and HQ doesn’t come for my head... or, Macau does laundry for a month.”

Pete shudders. “Maybe not laundry this time? He’s not very, um. Good at it.”

“How else is he going to learn, Pete,” Vegas says pleasantly, “if we don’t give him the opportunity to improve himself.”

“Uh-huh. And it’s a total coincidence that you hate laundry.”

“Like I said,” Vegas says, “win-win. Oh, wait. Macau is speaking.” And Pete hears another click.

“Phi,” Macau says, very seriously.

“Nong.”

“Friendly reminder,” Macau says, “to not think about Hia.”

Pete laughs.

“No thoughts!” Macau screeches. “None! Not a single one, or I swear to god, I’ll break the neural link and jump into the ocean.”

“That was one time,” Pete says. Plus, it wasn’t like it had been Pete’s fault. Vegas shouldn’t have given him horny thoughts from 2000 kilometers away.

“Once,” Macau says, “was plenty.”

“Link in three,” the technician’s voice counts down, “two, one–”

And as the neural link kicks in, Pete’s vision whites out, and the pain is sharp and bright right behind his eyes – until, suddenly, it settles.

Hey, bro, he hears. Ready to rumble?

Pete grins. Macau’s emotions are infectious, all excitement and anticipation and dogged determination. And in the far corner of his mind, a tiny hint of nervousness. 

It’s good for Macau to have that. Keeps him from being reckless.

Let’s do this, Pete thinks. And then, just for a brief moment, he pulls up a memory from this morning – Vegas standing in the bathroom doorway while brushing his teeth, shirtless, ratty sweatpants riding low on his hips–

Oh my fucking god. Why would you do this to me. Why would you make me suffer like this.

Pete laughs, harder this time.

“Drift is stable,” the technician says. “Cleared for lift-off.”

“Copy,” Vegas says. There’s some murmuring from his end of the line. “Operations says you’re good to go. Good luck. Remember to cut down on the snarking this time. Maybe it’ll improve your kill time average.”

“Maybe I’ll stop snarking,” Macau says pointedly, “once Phi is done inflicting mind crimes on me–”

Describe to me, Pete thinks, in great detail, exactly how you picture this wrestling going. Just so we’re on the same page.

The distraction works. Pete feels a huge wave of glee hit him. Phi. I have so many ideas.

–

(thank you to @suzteel and @kissporsche for all of the ideas ❤️ and especially to suz for saying that every combination of mvp would be drift-compatible, because i swear i wasn't going to write anything until she baited me with that)

[tequiilasunriise]

If no one got me, the interns running the official Netflix Philippines branch accounts got me

From this vid featuring the Poe Cup Race and DAMN RIGHT was it gay as hell tag that Wenclair

[himbos-hotline]

"Why isn't hangman in the ICU"

you want to put the horse in the hospital? The thing that John Mulaney said not to do?

[sharpth1ng]

I have been reading Debaser (both versions) for the first time this week and it's been such a delight. I feel like I'm watching Scream again for the first time.

So my question is, how did you become a fan of Scream? Was is it love at first sight? When did you first see it?

Waahh thank you!

I think I watched scream for the first time in my relatively young teens (probably 13/14). I had been into horror for a while already but I had this silly idea that older horror would be boring or not as good (I was so so fucking wrong about that btw, massive vintage horror fan now) so it took me some time to watch it but yeah I loved it pretty much right away.

At the time though I hadn't seen a lot of the stuff it references and I wasn't nearly as familiar with the tropes and shots it playing with, so I think my love for it was a lot more shallow initially. As I started watching more classic horror and getting into slashers my understanding and appreciation for scream grew too. I really didn't understand how meta and referential it is at first, and that dimension is what makes the movie so smart and iconic for me.

Later on I grew away from the series because one of the main characters has my deadname. Once I stopped using that name it just felt very weird and uncomfortable to watch the movie for a long time because it's all over the movie.

Then last year I was really into the videogame dead by daylight, which has an awesome original ghostface character who I was shipping with another character from that game (the ship is Ghostfrank ok? How could I not be into that). Via the Ghostface connection I kinda slid back into the scream fandom and realized it didn't feel weird to hear my deadname anymore because it no longer feels attached to me.

Then I realized how little Billy/Stu content there was at the time (in general, very few artists, not a lot of writers), and specifically the fact that there wasn't really any long form work with then covering the events of the movie so I started writing. Since then it really feels like this fandom has reanimated, theres SO much new art work, so many new fics, and its just really nice to see.

[ssreeder]

Official “Jee ask”

BRO. JEE.

Istg. Jee.

That man.

Oh my lord.

THE SASS?? HELLO??

It’s soooo unserious. Every time I read his pov my highscore on the giggle-meter goes up.

he is my favorite non-sokka pov to read because of how hilarious his reactions are.

those eyebrow muscles must be swole as hell. Im serious. His eyebrow game must be studied.

I looovee his attitude bro

“Chang practically announced to the whole bar” when they were debriefing what went down in the SWT camp oh my god he is soooo dramatic

Or when he asks Bato “is this another one of your hypothetical scenarios?” Oh my goooodddddd 😭 I’m literally dying he is soo funny. And I don’t think he even realizes.

He is genuinely one of the most entertaining povs to read if I could make one of those “why we <do xyz>” list on “why we read liab” I’d definitely have “for Jee’s eyebrows” or “for Jee’s attitude” up there.

You know exactly how to write middle aged people who are just Done™ with everything.

That poor man cannot take one more problem added to his list and he will make sure of it.

In a way he kinda reminds me of V, (oh my god it’s been so long since I’ve thought about V) and her no-nonsense attitude

Okay I have so many more things to say but I’m not forming coherent thoughts right now, but basically this is the official

Jee Appreciation Ask™

We ❤️ Jee.

We ❤️ LIAB.

official Jee ask deserves the official LIAB Jee image:

@vintageskeletons for making this hahaha

I’m really glad the way I wanted Jee to come across translated well because an unintentionally intentional sassy old man who was fed up with everything while also caring extremely deeply about everything and everyone was my goal. Yayayayyayyy I’m glad you like him haha.

[johaerys-writes]

That person in your BBB comments is a tool 🫶🏼🫂

Lol I often feel like I'm gaslighting myself into thinking I'm overreacting so thank you, that makes me feel a lot less crazy 🥲 even if it wasn't malicious it still wasn't the best feedback to get shortly after updating ngl! But what can you do

[leonenjoyer69]

Chat I'm so close to just writing a bunch of little scattered one shots with Elias, Especially if the next chapter for the actual fic keeps being a PAIN IN MY ASSSS, PLEASEEE I NEED TO WRITE SO BADDD CAN MY BRAIN JUST WORK

[pen-observing]

Venti really said 'may the wind protect you' at the end of mond and we were saved by anemo men in every nation i-- ponders deeply

[the-l00ker]

Nah not my college doing a presentation on Domestic Abuse and, like I'm part of the team that authorities important topic and today was meant to be in AI security (Btw I'm not a teacher. Student Council!)

So when I saw the topic I was SHOCKED

Asked afterwards and they were like "Yeah due to recent online events we thought we should address some things"

IM SORRY WHAY-

MY COLLEGE HAS A TWITTER ACCOUNT???

(but seriously I'm so proud of my college ya'll🥹)

[nylwnder]

BACK TO BACK HATTRICKS

I REPEAT

BACK TO BACK HATTRICKS.

AGAIN.

[flowercrowngods]

thank you for indulging me 🤍

[lu-sn]

vegaspete, hades au, [redacted] to lovers, sibling bonds, temporary death, violence, angst with a happy ending, explicit, ongoing

in which vegas tries very, very hard to kill the one god standing between him and the surface.