#V.S

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Thomas Pynchon - V. - Bantam - 1968

[macamarsme]

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Purple potty alternate universe with evil George and Harold because I recently remembered it existed <3

Notes on evil Harold:

For those who don't know, in the PPU, George and Harold switch roles as writer & artist. And since Harold is mean in this universe, he can and will verbally annihilate you and the next five generation of descendants in your bloodline completely unprompted. And he'll do it eloquently, which is worse.

He has the attitude of all three Mean Girls mashed into one gangly body of a man.

His parents never got divorced. For the better or for the worst, take that as you will.

[caramelldansenu]

the Tumblr sexymen people requested

Individuals under the cut

[lsunstreakerl]

1.4k follow up to the pacific rim thing. daniel POV... with a surprise guest feature in the middle. and the end

"Please confirm: this procedure will suppress any and all memories you have of Max Emilian Verstappen, former copilot of jaeger HB-333. Is this the correct individual?"

"Yes."

"You will no longer consciously remember this individual. You will no longer consciously recognize this individual. This procedure does not eliminate subconscious memories or habits. It is important to avoid this individual or mentions of this individual moving forward. This procedure cannot be repeated. This procedure is irreversible. Prolonged exposure to this individual post-procedure will result in a potentially harmful rapid reconstruction of your memories. Do you wish to proceed?"

"Yes."

"Please type your full name, birthday, and military identification code, with your fingerprint ID. Your pre-operative instructions will print shortly following identity confirmation. This is your last opportunity to cancel this procedure. Do you wish to proceed?"

"Yes."

------

He's alone in the drift. There's the landscape of someone else, endless corridors and half thought through structures.

There's no Max.

It's unnerving to be alone in a space designed for two. Daniel doesn't remember what Max's drift is supposed to look like.

Something is watching him, invisible eyes itching between his shoulders, flickers at the edge of his vision.

He doesn't think it's this.

------

There's an alarm blaring.

Daniel has enviro-gel in his mouth when they pull him out of the tank, a raging headache at the base of his skull.

None of the other pilots are present.

He's spitting gel into the trash can, watching the boots run in— they're not pilots. They're still military.

Max's vitals have dipped again. The boots don't care about Daniel, hitting buttons on the side of the tank.

The enviro-gel swirls out the vacuum drain that opens. They're pulling Max out, fully suited.

Daniel's head hurts.

The alarm rings in his ears, flashing strobes pulsing in sync with the throb at the base of his skull.

He asks the medic next to him what's happening.

She tells him they're taking Max to the jaeger. That he still pilots, if they drop him in next to a kaiju. That there's an outbreak.

Daniel's head hurts.

They'd pulled him out early.

Three shots. Wasted, all of them. Max still isn't awake.

They're going to put Max in 01 anyways.

The pounding in his head is worse. It's migrating behind his eyes, pulling at his chest. Screaming at him to follow. That Max is in danger.

Daniel doesn't care.

He doesn't care.

He can't care—

------

"Ah, hello 01. I wanted to name you, that is what Danny and I did with Honey. He's not here yet— it is just you and me right now. But I'm sure that's temporary, so I will tell you about him anyways.

He is my drift partner. He's Australian, and he laughs very loudly, and he loves very fiercely, and he wants to protect people just as much as I do, so I am going to make a good driftscape, so he doesn't have to work as hard when he gets here.

Some people think it's dumb to talk to their jaegers, 01, but I like it."

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"Sorry, 01. I am sure it has been a lot, trying Alex and Pierre, but Daniel is still on recovery leave. It is only temporary, yes? They are supposed to bring in someone else soon to try and drift with me, so it hurts less.

They are saying there is a drift network edit they want to try as well— something that lets me take over most things. That way we won't need as high of a drift compatibility to pilot you."

------

"Fuck, 01— I am— the drift is—"

------

"Good news, 01! I can solo pilot until Daniel gets back. Checo is okay for helping me after we get back, but it will just be you and me for now.

It is better this way."

------

"..."

------

"Hi, 01. It is just you and me. For good. Daniel is not coming back, and I am not allowed to talk to him about it, and—

You and I are doing just fine."

------

"This is jaeger pilot MEV, jaeger code 01, requesting emergency assistance. I repeat, this is jaeger pilot MEV, jaeger code 01, requesting emergency assistance..."

------

"Hello, 01! You are looking very lovely today, much better than when they dragged us back. I think. I have only seen the pictures. I was thinking about putting a sticker somewhere, but I have not been able to decide what I want.

Charles said it was stupid, overclocking like that, but I think people are making it a bigger deal than it is.

I could have sworn I heard Daniel right at the end. I know I spend lots of time now saying shitty things about him, but really— he's not so bad. Everyone says he's not coming back, but I am not so sure. I bet he could be convinced, if someone could tell me where to find him."

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"Yes, yes, I'm overclocking it, I am well aware, stop yelling at me. They should change those parameters, 01. They are designed for pilot pairs. If Daniel were here we would not be overclocked at all, I will tell you that much."

------

"This is pilot MEV, dropping in jaeger 01 for emergency assistance. Please use damaged units to assist in scene evacuation...

...and don't worry. I've got this."

------

"You and me, 01. Full send."

------

Daniel winces with each flash of the alarm strobes. He's behind the boots, watching Max's helmeted head roll limply where they're carrying him down the back hallways.

It's maintenance access to the jaeger docks. The hallways are used to get injured pilots out. They're not supposed to be used to put injured pilots in.

He splits away from the group at the lockers.

He and Esteban are around the same size, and the Frenchman always keeps a backup suit in the locker room.

Daniel hasn't been in a jaeger in three years. He's failed Max three times.

Four, counting the memory service.

His head is pounding, stabbing behind his eyes as he pulls gloves on, clasping the suit into place.

He hears the familiar warning siren of a jaeger being moved. He has six minutes to get into the pilots seat.

HB-333 is retired.

01 isn't.

It's designed now for a single pilot— but that doesn't make it incapable of having two.

Daniel doesn't remember, and Max isn't awake. He's not a praying man, not since he was little. He doesn't believe in miracles either, which leaves him out of options on optimism.

They used to be good.

Maybe they're both broken enough to fit together again.

------

There's a commander in front of him with ribbons across his chest. He's probably important, but Daniel doesn't remember him.

He's trying to tell him something, something about Max, and the drift.

Telling him that they aren't sure how much of Max is left.

How much of him is lost to the drift.

Daniel can hear what they're not saying— if Max doesn't wake up, he might be piloting 01 by himself.

He doesn't care.

------

"This is Daniel Ricciardo, pilot code DJR, initializing drift sequence protocols, emergency pilot for jaeger 01."

"Loud and clear, pilot. And Dan— it's nice to hear from you again, from all of us at HQ."

"Copy that, boys."

------

01 is beautiful. Daniel's head is pounding too much to appreciate it, finding his spot at the center console.

Max is limp next to him. There's a weak drift reading under his virtual name card, showing a connection to 01 just under 12%.

Daniel swallows down the bitter taste of disappointment, the lingering pressure of failure riding high on his shoulders. Max has not magically woken up.

Daniel is alone.

------

01 feels alive. Daniel takes a moment, prepared to be overwhelmed, but the crushing pressure from Max's memories never comes.

The weight of 01 feels cushioned around him, carefully ensuring that Daniel doesn't drown under the responsibility.

He sinks into the drift, flexing his fingers and feeling 01 move with him. It's smoother than HB-333 ever was, perfectly in tune with his movements.

The drift curls around his brain, reminds him of a cat slinking around his ankles. It's gentle and warm, coating his thoughts and his movements.

He feels stronger than ever— like he and 01 are a team. He's never been in a jaeger like this.

He takes a step. 01 moves with him.

Daniel had never talked to Honey. The jaegers are ultimately machines, incapable of anything beyond what the pilots ask of them.

This time, though.

"Hello, 01."

He feels lighter than he has in years. Confident. The drift curls tighter around him, friendly and content.

I missed you, Daniel.

[autismswagsummit]

By the way, even if Tumblr claims a poll isn't tied/selects a victor, if a poll says 50/50 then legally it's a tie. Just thought I'd clarify since this round has some tight matches

[fragrantblossoms]

V.S. Gaitonde. Composition, 1958. Oil on canvas.

[darrys-laundry]

boyfriends to the rescue ⇢ top gun maverick (2022), 9-1-1 “lab rats” 8x15

[sun-sandwich]

"Your toss is the best!!" (Stage.ver)

[immi777x]

i love my vs blanket sm!!!

[gh0stlightblog]

the duality of F1

[trippinbongos]

just caught up on TMAGP (dont judge its been a long year) and i need this fandom to wake up RIGHT NOW and deliver me 2 million words of sam & alice pronto

[nokia7600]

Enjoying this show a normal amount

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

“They should have been at the club” THEY SHOULD BE AT SCHOOL??!???!

[tyummyz]

ᝰ.ᐟ insta posts . . . 💬

summary : posts from v.s model!reader - ft. chris’s fangirling

warnings : swearing = that’s all!

a / n : ugh i love them so so much (chris is a fan girl, nobody will convince me otherwise.)

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real.vickiii photo dump from these past weeks! your girl is back!

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[arcreactordreams]

'¡Swim Shimmer Boom!'

Starring: Scott Pilgrim

Warnings: no use of pronouns, red swimsuut mention, overall swimsuits and Scott looking at you

A/N: I apologize if there is any spelling mistakes, English is not my first language and I tend to make mistakes in my phone's keyboard pretty easily + I haven't written in a while. Sorry for the wait tho.

You had been standing in front of the dressing room mirror for a while, adjusting the latest swimsuit that Ramona had recommended to you.

“Scott is a visual guy,” she had told you. "You can impress him easily." And, although you were a little uncomfortable with the idea of trying on swimsuits for Scott, you decided to follow her advice.

You took a deep breath and left the fitting room. Scott was sitting on a bench, playing on his phone. Seeing you, he looked upfrom his phone with a soft expression. "Uh-m, S-scott? I'm not too s-sure about t-this one...", you stammered, feeling a little vulnerable. Scott stood up and walked over to you. "What's wrong? Don't you like it?" he asked, looking at you curiously. "Can I see?" he asked, and moved a little closer and when you finally let him see his mouth went open wide before clearing his throat and raising his eyes to your face before looking you up and down, his expression changing from surprise to admiration. "Wow... you look... you look amazing," he said, with a smile on his face and his cheeks flushed, trying to no drive his eyes down again.

"You're… you're stunning," he said, before he added "uhm- would you- would you like to try on another one? I mean you look lovely on this one but maybe we can see if- uh- I mean if you could use another?" A blatant lie, he just wanted an excuse to see more of your body without being looked at like a creep. Ramona was right: Scott was a visual guy, and you had managed to catch his attention.

Once you left the dresser with another swimsuit he inmediatly looked at your bode as if he was a dehydrated man in an oasis of the first time in years "Oh it looks lovely, red suits you just well... Why- ¿why don't we keep looking? I- I'll buy you whichever swimsuit you want just- let's try some more, ¿yes?, they make you look lovely..."

Gods, Scott would drown and eat the way you looked in swimsuits if he could. You looked lovely, oh so pretty, he could swear he wanted to see you in swimsuits over and over again. He was visual, awkward, and kind of a nerd, but even he knew how to appreciate a look like that.

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