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NurseyWeek Prompt #3 - Challenge.

“Oh, it is fucking on, bros,” Lardo shouts over the incessant thumping of the bass. “You two are going to get obliterated.” She points an emphatic finger at Ransom and Holster, who stand shoulder to shoulder on the other side of the beer pong table. Holster cups his hand over his chin, rubbing it thoughtfully, and side-eyes Ransom.

“She shouldn’t be able to say words like ‘obliterated’ three cups of tub juice in,” he says. Ransom is just beginning to nod in agreement when he’s beaned smack in the middle of his forehead with a ping pong ball. Holster gets hit in the same spot half a second later, sending both of them reeling back, spluttering.

“You know, I figured four years was enough time for the two of you to learn not to underestimate my abilities,” Lardo says, tossing another ping pong ball up in the air. She cocks an eyebrow and catches the ball, meeting their gazes. “My mistake. Clearly, you need another lesson.”

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Whosoever's Is The Storm
A JeanMarco Pacific Rim AU!
By Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Whosoever’s Is The Storm

Rating: M, descriptions of graphic violence, major character injury, and emotional disturbance

Pairings: JeanMarco, Jean & Marco | background: YumiKuri, Springles, EreJean (Drift pairing make this complicated to tag lol)

Word Count: 57,000 (more or less) (across 4 chapters)

Alright lads! Here’s my entry for the JMGE, as requested by my secret santa, @yoitay, who wanted PacRim! Merry Christmas, friendo! I hope I delivered everything you wanted. This was a blast to write.

Fic Summary: Jean Kirschtein is a Jaeger pilot, just trying his damnedest not to meet a disappointing end. Maybe he had goals once. Maybe there was a part of him that the storm didn’t touch. Not anymore.

Having been kicked from the Mark II Jaeger, Atlas Rogue, on account of the fact no-one Drifts with Eren Jaeger and walks out unscathed, Jean finds himself relegated to the Anchorage Shatterdome, Alaska, the very edge of the world. There’s a new Mark IV about to be launched, and it needs a pilot. Technically - it needs two pilots. It’s a shame he has a chip on his shoulder the size of a Kaiju.

A JMGE PacRim AU for Yoitay, exploring the journey of a Jaeger pilot from the bottom of the barrel, to the cusp of hope, across every up and down in between.


i don’t know how

as always, i don’t identify as ace and am open to revision if i get something wrong.

Tango is so, so confused.

He got what he wanted last night. He thinks. At least, it’s what he thought he wanted. He was sitting with Whiskey, and Whiskey was laughing at him (the good kind of laughing, Tango’s pretty sure), and all at once the smile fell off Whiskey face and he was leaning in and laying a hand on Tango’s face. And then Whiskey was kissing him, Whiskey’s lips warm and sweet on his. Tango’s heart had sped up and flown to his throat, and he’d kissed back, as well as he could. He didn’t know what kind of kisses felt good, because kisses … well, they were nice, but they weren’t the right kind of nice, somehow.

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And I get it. I get why you were so scared of us now. Because – shit. Because you lost Wallace and it gutted you and I thought I figured out why and that felt like metal in my throat, and I realised I couldn’t drop you if I wanted to, ‘cause you were saying you didn’t even know what love feels like and I was just thinking,

you idiot,

you asshole,

it feels like this.


- in celebration of Ninety One Whiskey - @cuddlebabies

concept: the entire smh crew + friends working at the disneyland parks.

bits is working as a chef at the jolly holiday bakery cafe who occasionally visits jack, an animator who works at the animation academy and is best friends with shitty, tho he’s referred to as mr. knight at the parks.

shitty doesn’t work at the parks but is involved at disney animations a lot since his girlfriend lardo is both an animator for disney shorts and an occasional imagineer for the parks. she loves going to the parks bc a) her work is there woot woot and b) ransom & holster are performers in the parade and shows. (occasionally they’re seen at  Le Salon Nouveau in D33 but shhh no one knows that).

nursey and dex are apart of the college program, along with chowder. nurse is always operating rides and somehow, dex is always there to fix it. chowder is an assistant to all face characters and loves hanging out with farmer, who plays belle in the shows and at meet and greets.

they definitely have a blast closing down the park occasionally 

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Whiskey and Tango have just graduated high school. They’re still in their dress shirts with fancy ties and shiny shoes. It’s after the ceremony, they’re lying out in the meadow where they always go. The one with the big sycamore tree that they used to climb as kids.

Whiskey is lying on his back, one arm on his chest, the other behind his head. Tango is next to him, one arm propping him up, the other gesturing wildly as he talks. About what, Whiskey isn’t really sure. He’s paying more attention to Tango’s slightly disheveled hair and the cadence of his voice.

“Hey.” Tango pokes him on the cheek. “You okay? You haven’t said anything in a while.” His brows are furrowed and his nose is slightly wrinkled in concern.
Whiskey’s body seems to make a decision before he’s even thought of the possibility, and suddenly he feels himself grab Tango’s tie and pull him downwards.

Any feelings of detachment that Whiskey had beforehand have completely vanished once his lips are on Tango’s. Tango’s face is warm and soft, and his lips taste faintly of vanilla chapstick. His chest is so close that Whiskey can feel his heart thumping wildly. And he did that. HE did that.

They pull apart and Whiskey’s head feels a bit hazy. Almost as if someone has filled his brain with honey. Tango opens his mouth but Whiskey puts his finger over it.
“Nuh-uh, my turn to ask a question.” Tango breathes out a laugh. “So how was that?”
Tango leans in closer again. “Really good,” he says softly, smiling into another kiss.

You’re welcome.

Thinking about all the unlocked powers contained by letters unsent.


god they are going to be such good friends dont touch me

  • they spend haus parties getting completely trashed and then talk shit about the lax bros across the street and the douchebag frat guys who crashed the party and keep trying to chat up every girl in sight
  • they then (completely drunk) will procure high shelf liquor and proceed to be Classy Motherfuckers, sipping that shit and still talking shit about other people
  • whiskey literally spends all his time at the haus but its not only for bitty’s pies like if he’s there he’s in lardo’s room and if they’re talking they’re bitching and if they’re not talking they’re watching some really good independent or foreign film on netflix and having a grand old time
  • they do each others eyebrows all the time bc dammit getting them waxed well is expensive plus lardo is really good at trimming people’s eyebrows and they wax and bitch
  • also they are the only two people currently on the team who can raise one of their eyebrows perfectly
    • jack can too but hes not there anymore
  • they bitch about boys together. especially about cute boys. and oblivious boys. 
  • idk about you but i’m 99% certain that whiskey is the first person to find out about jack and bitty and he tells lardo and they’re the only two who know for a while (more on this later probably) 
    • this is actually really funny and it deserves its own post ill get to that later tho
  • whiskey is the first person to ever come close to beating lardo at beer pong and thats when they decide to become an unstoppable team. lardo was so proud of him that she cried
    • listen im really emo abt their bomb ass eyebrows

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I planned on making this a long drawn out thing ending with nurseydex and whango (apparently that’s the the whiskey/tango name- i’m down) but I never got inspired, so have the intro of a Dex-Whiskey ficlet.


         “You ever fucked a guy?” Whiskey asks out of the blue while he’s sitting in Dex’s dorm. Dex blinks at his laptop screen, frowning, and looks up to see Whiskey chewing on the end of a pen with a thoughtful look on his face.

         “Aren’t out-of-nowhere semi-inappropriate questions more Tango’s thing?” Dex asks. Whiskey frowns at him.

         “Have you?” he says, ignoring Dex’s chirp.

         “…why?” Dex asks, suspicious. Whiskey shrugs, seemingly nonchalant, but Dex has seen fake chill enough times to know that Whiskey is nervous as all hell.

         “Just askin’,” he says. Dex rolls his eyes; he had been hoping that Whiskey would either actually be chill or not need to hide when he wasn’t, but apparently Dex has another Nursey on his hands.

         “Yes, I’ve fucked a guy. Why is this information relevant?” Dex, in his long experience with Chill™, has learned that blowing past the bullshit helps immensely with getting to the point.

         “It’s just.” Whiskey fidgets in his seat. “This guy in my calc lecture asked me out and he’s, like, really hot, but I’ve never. You know.” Whiskey gives Dex a significant look and Dex holds in an annoyed huff.

         “Had sex with a guy?” Dex inquires. Whiskey nods, his cheeks turning a soft shade of pink. “And you’re worried that… what? That you won’t be good at it? No one’s good their first time.”

         “I don’t want to suck at it,” Whiskey complains, a hint of a whine in his voice. This is probably the least unchill Dex has ever seen him, but it’s nice to kind of see this more vulnerable side to Whiskey. Whiskey is kind of like Dex was in the beginning of his Frog year; closed off, independent, trying to do it all on his own. It’s probably why Dex adopted Whiskey as his frog on sight; he knows how to get Whiskey out of his shell.

         “I don’t know what to tell you, dude,” Dex says, looking back to his code. “The only way to get experience is to get experience. I don’t know anybody I could set you up with who’d be looking for that kind of relationship.” Whiskey doesn’t respond so, after a minute or so, Dex looks back up to see Whiskey wearing his thinking face again. Warily, Dex asks, “What’re you thinking about now?”

         “Well…” Whiskey looks back at Dex, as he had been staring into space before, and he grins slyly. Dex thinks he understands what it means, but he really hopes it doesn’t mean when he thinks it means.

         “Whiskey.” Dex tries to be stern, but Whiskey’s grin just grows. “No. No, I won’t.”

         “Come on!” Whiskey still has on that grin, like this is all a great, fun idea, and Dex is tempted to just smile back and concede. But he can’t, Whiskey is his tadpole, and if something goes wrong, it could mess up their whole dynamic. Dex kind of likes their dynamic. “You have experience, I need experience. We can help each other out.”

         “What am I getting out of this arrangement exactly?” Dex asks dryly.

         “You get laid.” Whiskey’s grin softens for a second, his eyes becoming less jovial and more earnest. “Please, Dex,” he says quietly. Suddenly he looks so young and Dex can’t fathom the fact that they’re only a year apart. Samwell has aged Dex so much, but, he thinks, it’s for the better. Dex tries to remember his first time with a guy, a quick and dirty mutual handjob in the basement of the Haus during a kegster. He thinks about Whiskey, sitting there all naïve and hopeful, and he wants Whiskey to have a better first time than that.

         “There have to be some rules.” Whiskey’s grin becomes triumphant and giddy, and Dex rolls his eyes, but secretly he’s pleased. His current infatuation- he refuses to call it a crush, he is not in middle school- is never going to pan out, so what’s a little distraction between friends?

So what are the odds Bitty’s secretly upset over the missed opportunity to call Whiskey Whisk(s?) but also a little relieved because he knows if he was ever baking and asked someone to pass him a whisk, there’s at least an 85% chance that that someone would pick Whiskey up and offer him to Bitty instead of the baking utensil

Yuri!!! on Ice is a captivating story we’ve all come to enjoy about figure skaters inspiring one another with themes of self-confidence, overcoming mental obstacles, and pursuing common goals/dreams from many different backgrounds. This show has greatly affected its fans in so many ways with characters we can relate to and having an overall positive, heartwarming story about valuing your own worth and the perfect relationship that is Victuuri. I’m truly grateful for this show and its effects on us.

In other words, I started pole dancing classes and they’ve been going really well.