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The Names Yancy Becket. My brother calls me Yance. Read: Read Me Tag Tracking: dontgetcocky Face Claim: Diego Klattenhoff M!A: None but accepting. Time in Mississauga

[dont-get-cocky]

It’s been 2 years

Hello

[dont-get-cocky]

This is not the way I wanted to come back to Tumblr. But I found about a few days ago my brother was killed in Syria by ISIS and they have his body. My mom is a wreck and we're just trying to get through this. Anything helps even if it's only a reblog

[dont-get-cocky]

See You In Anotha Life Brotha

[elvenfetich]

Reblog if you used to watch Steve Irwin as a kid

Rest in peace Crocodile Hunter

[ofpilotsanddoctors-a-deactivate]

"This is the worst headache I've ever had." Yancy half smiled as he fixed his cane, his eyes brimmed with tears. //sort of like a hey 'ive been presumed dead for years but here I am laugh even though were both dead inside?' type deal

There it was again, Yancy’s voice. The same one that had played in his mind over and over again after the man’s death. Usually when he heard it, his first reaction was that he was imagining things, as per usual. His second reaction, was that he was in the midst of another dream.

Either way, slowly, he turned. His gaze landing on the elder Becket, lips parting and eyes wide, before, with a shake of his head and fingers furiously rubbing at his eyes, he wrote it off as, what he assumed, was too much alcohol before bed. “I’ll give you worse if you don’t get out of my head again…”

[dont-get-cocky]

“Cut the crap kid, how have you been, really.” Yancy said sternly.

“They were good, or good enough. They had a son, who helped me out a lot, but the dad, was a bit psycho, to be expected I guess with how I came back.” Yancy shrugged, he had gotten over the crazy dad years ago. He didn’t care about his time, what he cared about was his brother, he heard stories of the hero Becket, but that’s he. The older Becket had a sickening feeling there was more to the story.

[ofpilotsanddoctors-a-deactivate]

“I’ve been fine.” Just fine. Though he was being vague. “Aside from turning down endorsement deals left and right…Walk back onto the scene for a minute and everyone’s hounding you to put your name on their products.”

Raleigh’s brows knit together at yancy’s confession of the father. “Are you ok? Did he do something to you?” The younger Becket asked in a concerned tone. Just the thought of his  brother, alone, helpless, memory gone, and needing medical attention, being mistreated and harassed by some man he didn’t know sent his anger flaring. Long, slender fingers clenched into fists from their positions under his biceps while trying to keep his expression neutral.

[dont-get-cocky]

Now was not the time to talk about Yancy’s hardships, he couldn’t or it would all pour out, and right now all he wanted to know was how his brother was. He could tell his brother wasn’t telling the whole story.

“Stop with me, how have you been, your lying to me, and if you’re not lying then you’re not telling me everything. Just tell me, I’m here for you, always.”

[ofpilotsanddoctors-a-deactivate]

Raleigh could sense his brother was having difficulties with discussing his story, years in the drift had afforded them that luxury, and though he was desperate to hear more about the father Yancy had mentioned, he hadn’t wanted to  push his brother either. So he just shook his head, letting it go. For now.

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you, Yance. It was shit those five years thinking you were dead. I dicked around for 90% of it before Stacker Pentecost came and got me. After that I helped save the world and here I am. Plus one very much alive brother.”

[dont-get-cocky]

“That’s what I wanted to here, that it was shit, I don’t want whatever bullshit you have or haven’t been spitting to people. If you want to help me, then you have to let me help you.” Yancy sighed and looked around the room, for some sort of inspiration on what to say.

“When I got my memories back, I was in hell, thinking about how I left you, how you thought me dead that whole time. We’ve been together our whole lives and to be ripped apart like that, to- to feel me die-” Yancy shut his eyes, thinking of the memory, the pain it caused both of them.

“I’m sorry Raleigh.” Was all he could get out.

[ofpilotsanddoctors-a-deactivate]

"This is the worst headache I've ever had." Yancy half smiled as he fixed his cane, his eyes brimmed with tears. //sort of like a hey 'ive been presumed dead for years but here I am laugh even though were both dead inside?' type deal

There it was again, Yancy’s voice. The same one that had played in his mind over and over again after the man’s death. Usually when he heard it, his first reaction was that he was imagining things, as per usual. His second reaction, was that he was in the midst of another dream.

Either way, slowly, he turned. His gaze landing on the elder Becket, lips parting and eyes wide, before, with a shake of his head and fingers furiously rubbing at his eyes, he wrote it off as, what he assumed, was too much alcohol before bed. “I’ll give you worse if you don’t get out of my head again…”

[dont-get-cocky]

“Cut the crap kid, how have you been, really.” Yancy said sternly.

“They were good, or good enough. They had a son, who helped me out a lot, but the dad, was a bit psycho, to be expected I guess with how I came back.” Yancy shrugged, he had gotten over the crazy dad years ago. He didn’t care about his time, what he cared about was his brother, he heard stories of the hero Becket, but that’s he. The older Becket had a sickening feeling there was more to the story.

[ofpilotsanddoctors-a-deactivate]

“I’ve been fine.” Just fine. Though he was being vague. “Aside from turning down endorsement deals left and right…Walk back onto the scene for a minute and everyone’s hounding you to put your name on their products.”

Raleigh’s brows knit together at yancy’s confession of the father. “Are you ok? Did he do something to you?” The younger Becket asked in a concerned tone. Just the thought of his  brother, alone, helpless, memory gone, and needing medical attention, being mistreated and harassed by some man he didn’t know sent his anger flaring. Long, slender fingers clenched into fists from their positions under his biceps while trying to keep his expression neutral.

[dont-get-cocky]

Now was not the time to talk about Yancy’s hardships, he couldn’t or it would all pour out, and right now all he wanted to know was how his brother was. He could tell his brother wasn’t telling the whole story.

“Stop with me, how have you been, your lying to me, and if you’re not lying then you’re not telling me everything. Just tell me, I’m here for you, always.”

[ofpilotsanddoctors-a-deactivate]

"This is the worst headache I've ever had." Yancy half smiled as he fixed his cane, his eyes brimmed with tears. //sort of like a hey 'ive been presumed dead for years but here I am laugh even though were both dead inside?' type deal

There it was again, Yancy’s voice. The same one that had played in his mind over and over again after the man’s death. Usually when he heard it, his first reaction was that he was imagining things, as per usual. His second reaction, was that he was in the midst of another dream.

Either way, slowly, he turned. His gaze landing on the elder Becket, lips parting and eyes wide, before, with a shake of his head and fingers furiously rubbing at his eyes, he wrote it off as, what he assumed, was too much alcohol before bed. “I’ll give you worse if you don’t get out of my head again…”

[dont-get-cocky]

“Cut the crap kid, how have you been, really.” Yancy said sternly.

“They were good, or good enough. They had a son, who helped me out a lot, but the dad, was a bit psycho, to be expected I guess with how I came back.” Yancy shrugged, he had gotten over the crazy dad years ago. He didn’t care about his time, what he cared about was his brother, he heard stories of the hero Becket, but that’s he. The older Becket had a sickening feeling there was more to the story.

[ofpilotsanddoctors-a-deactivate]

"This is the worst headache I've ever had." Yancy half smiled as he fixed his cane, his eyes brimmed with tears. //sort of like a hey 'ive been presumed dead for years but here I am laugh even though were both dead inside?' type deal

There it was again, Yancy’s voice. The same one that had played in his mind over and over again after the man’s death. Usually when he heard it, his first reaction was that he was imagining things, as per usual. His second reaction, was that he was in the midst of another dream.

Either way, slowly, he turned. His gaze landing on the elder Becket, lips parting and eyes wide, before, with a shake of his head and fingers furiously rubbing at his eyes, he wrote it off as, what he assumed, was too much alcohol before bed. “I’ll give you worse if you don’t get out of my head again…”

[ofpilotsanddoctors-a-deactivate]

Though the words were assuring to his ears, he knew there was no way anyone could promise that. Things had ways of happening at the worst or best of times, and the most anyone  could do was make sure they were extra careful regarding their loved ones safety.

With a small sniff, he shook his head as the man pulled back, running the cuff of his sweater along his eyes, which were glazed with unshed tears. “The place is small, I’ve got the only bedroom. You may have to sleep in the living room till we can find a bigger place.”

There were questions. God, /so many/ questions, but Raleigh couldn’t think of a damn one in that emotional moment. He just wanted Yancy settled in and safe. With a nod, he lead the way to his room. “You can keep your stuff in my closet for now.”

[dont-get-cocky]

Yancy slung his bag over his shoulder and wandered behind him, looking at all the things around him.

“I’ll find a hotel as soon as you want me out of your hair.” He half smiled.

[ofpilotsanddoctors-a-deactivate]

“Don’t walk in on me when I  have guys over and I won’t kick you out.” He joked, arms seeming to hug himself as they crossed over his chest. Raleigh nodded to the open door of his small bedroom. “Closets there. Dressers there.  You can have the top drawer.”

[dont-get-cocky]

“Sock on the door is a good warning then.” Yancy laughed softly and set his bag down by the closet.

Yancy sat down on the bed and patted the spot beside him. “Tell me about you, please.” He said softly. “I only know what I’ve heard on the news, and that’s not much besides my brother being a hero.”

[molegan-deactivated20180823]

[ohbaiguise]

#imagine your brothers death being burned into your side for the rest of your life #yeah id wear sweaters all the time too (x)

[wintersoldierfell]

Okay, but this movie wins the award for Best Use of Manpain, tho.

In any other movie, Raleigh would’ve spent 90 minutes being like MY PAIN IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR STUPID WAR, and instead, he snaps back into action as soon as he meets Mako. That’s awesome. But what floors me is that he uses his own grief to help Mako survive hers. He knows how awful it is to lose your family. He knows what she’s going through. And instead of whining or thinking his pain makes him entitled to opt out of his responsibilities, he empathizes with Mako, supports her, and encourages her.

Raleigh’s greatest strength is his compassion. And that’s the kind of male hero I’d like to see on my screen, please.

Plus, like, a bazillion more movies about Mako Mori.

[jenniferrpovey]

I have a friend who thinks Pacific Rim is the best expression of true, non-toxic, GOOD masculinity in recent times.

[kateelliottsff]

All agreement.

[polytropic-liar]

Let’s talk about Stacker Pentecost in light of this, though. Because we learn, towards the end of the movie, that the day he met Mako is the day he lost his partner. He gets out of that jaeger after having piloted it alone, after having his body burned for hours by toxic radiation, after losing the person he was mentally linked to (family? partner? friend?) and what does he do? He adopts a young girl, and more than that, he promises her her right to revenge if that’s what she wants. Tries his best to keep her safe but gives her the tools and skills and support and eventually permission to fight. Respects her enough to rely on her. Gives her a home and family and meaningful, important vocation during the goddamn apocalypse. Let’s talk about the kind of masculinity that uplifts others that completely. That takes all kinds of pain and stands up in the face of it because of the people who need to see him still standing. That has purpose and drive and passion but above all understands other people and believes in them.

Stacker fucking Pentecost everybody.

[dirtybrian-deactivated20181206]

I have a friend who thinks Pacific Rim is the best expression of true, non-toxic, GOOD masculinity in recent times.

^ THIS.

[ofpilotsanddoctors-a-deactivate]

"This is the worst headache I've ever had." Yancy half smiled as he fixed his cane, his eyes brimmed with tears. //sort of like a hey 'ive been presumed dead for years but here I am laugh even though were both dead inside?' type deal

There it was again, Yancy’s voice. The same one that had played in his mind over and over again after the man’s death. Usually when he heard it, his first reaction was that he was imagining things, as per usual. His second reaction, was that he was in the midst of another dream.

Either way, slowly, he turned. His gaze landing on the elder Becket, lips parting and eyes wide, before, with a shake of his head and fingers furiously rubbing at his eyes, he wrote it off as, what he assumed, was too much alcohol before bed. “I’ll give you worse if you don’t get out of my head again…”

[ofpilotsanddoctors-a-deactivate]

Though the words were assuring to his ears, he knew there was no way anyone could promise that. Things had ways of happening at the worst or best of times, and the most anyone  could do was make sure they were extra careful regarding their loved ones safety.

With a small sniff, he shook his head as the man pulled back, running the cuff of his sweater along his eyes, which were glazed with unshed tears. “The place is small, I’ve got the only bedroom. You may have to sleep in the living room till we can find a bigger place.”

There were questions. God, /so many/ questions, but Raleigh couldn’t think of a damn one in that emotional moment. He just wanted Yancy settled in and safe. With a nod, he lead the way to his room. “You can keep your stuff in my closet for now.”

[dont-get-cocky]

Yancy slung his bag over his shoulder and wandered behind him, looking at all the things around him.

"I'll find a hotel as soon as you want me out of your hair." He half smiled.

[ofpilotsanddoctors-a-deactivate]

"This is the worst headache I've ever had." Yancy half smiled as he fixed his cane, his eyes brimmed with tears. //sort of like a hey 'ive been presumed dead for years but here I am laugh even though were both dead inside?' type deal

There it was again, Yancy’s voice. The same one that had played in his mind over and over again after the man’s death. Usually when he heard it, his first reaction was that he was imagining things, as per usual. His second reaction, was that he was in the midst of another dream.

Either way, slowly, he turned. His gaze landing on the elder Becket, lips parting and eyes wide, before, with a shake of his head and fingers furiously rubbing at his eyes, he wrote it off as, what he assumed, was too much alcohol before bed. “I’ll give you worse if you don’t get out of my head again…”

[ofpilotsanddoctors-a-deactivate]

Though the words were assuring to his ears, he knew there was no way anyone could promise that. Things had ways of happening at the worst or best of times, and the most anyone  could do was make sure they were extra careful regarding their loved ones safety.

With a small sniff, he shook his head as the man pulled back, running the cuff of his sweater along his eyes, which were glazed with unshed tears. “The place is small, I’ve got the only bedroom. You may have to sleep in the living room till we can find a bigger place.”

There were questions. God, /so many/ questions, but Raleigh couldn’t think of a damn one in that emotional moment. He just wanted Yancy settled in and safe. With a nod, he lead the way to his room. “You can keep your stuff in my closet for now.”

[dont-get-cocky]

Yancy slung his bag over his shoulder and wandered behind him, looking at all the things around him.

"I'll find a hotel as soon as you want me out of your hair." He half smiled.

[ofpilotsanddoctors-a-deactivate]

"This is the worst headache I've ever had." Yancy half smiled as he fixed his cane, his eyes brimmed with tears. //sort of like a hey 'ive been presumed dead for years but here I am laugh even though were both dead inside?' type deal

There it was again, Yancy’s voice. The same one that had played in his mind over and over again after the man’s death. Usually when he heard it, his first reaction was that he was imagining things, as per usual. His second reaction, was that he was in the midst of another dream.

Either way, slowly, he turned. His gaze landing on the elder Becket, lips parting and eyes wide, before, with a shake of his head and fingers furiously rubbing at his eyes, he wrote it off as, what he assumed, was too much alcohol before bed. “I’ll give you worse if you don’t get out of my head again…”

[dont-get-cocky]

Yancy sighed. “I’m gonna hug my brother now.” Hey reached out and grabbed his brothers shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug. Relief flooded through him.

“I’m right here kid. I’m real and I promise I’m not leaving you again.”

[ofpilotsanddoctors-a-deactivate]

He wasn’t ready, he didn’t feel ready, but the hug came all the same. Trying to pull away and making noises of protest were lost on his brothers ears apparently. But the moment he felt that hard, solid matter smush his cheek, he knew, oh he /knew/ this wasn’t a dream. 

“Yance…” He said, trying to keep the quiver out of his voice as he wrapped his arms around Yancy’s broad back. “You’re alive.”

[dont-get-cocky]

“Yeah.” Yancy breathed and used one hand to rub his brothers back, the other threaded in his hair, rubbing it. “I’m so so sorry Raleigh.” He felt heartbroken, he had left his brother in such a state. He wished he could try back time and get to his brother sooner.

[ofpilotsanddoctors-a-deactivate]

Raleigh shook his head, which was still pressed against Yancy’s chest, causing him to rub his face against the mans shirt. “Nothin’ to be sorry about, bro. You did the best you could. You’re here now, that’s all that matters.” The younger Becket scrunched his eyes shut. “I missed you so much.”

[dont-get-cocky]

Yancy hugged Raleigh a bit tighter, closing his own eyes. “I missed you too.” He half smiled. “I promise I’m not going anywhere ever again.” He tried to assure Raleigh, and even himself.

Yancy pulled back ever so slightly so he could look at Raleigh, it was crazy how much his brother had grown, he looked so much more mature and aged. “Did you want to go grab a coffee, or show me a place to put my crap?” He offered.

[scottysonuvagun]

Text [SHansen] Scoot could you come pik me yup????

[text: Yancy Becket] r u drunk? Where r u?

(Omg how are you???)

[dont-get-cocky]

Yancy finished off the water and set the glass on the coffee table. “Thanks.” He smiled half heartedly and patted the seat beside him. “Grab a seat.”

Slowly he began to sober up, still super drunk but his facilities were coming back to him. “Tell me how you’ve been. It’s been awhile since he hung out.”

[scottysonuvagun]

“Been alright I suppose…” Scott said, taking a seat next to Yancy on the sofa.

“Nothing much to complain about, I guess.” He added.

It really had been some time since the two of them had been able to hang out one on one… Scott just wished it had been on better circumstances, but he assumed this was the universe’s way of paying Scott’s past back in full.

“You been okay…?” He asked tentatively.

[dont-get-cocky]

“A bit lonely, Raleigh is all about hanging with Mako so.” Yancy sighed. “Happy that you’re here though, even if it’s because I needed help. I’m glad you came.” He smiled.

“We should hang out more yeah? Maybe when I’m less of a drunk mess.” Yancy offered. He could use a few more friends to hang with  that weren’t Raleigh and Tendo and he liked Scott a lot.

[scottysonuvagun]

Text [SHansen] Scoot could you come pik me yup????

[text: Yancy Becket] r u drunk? Where r u?

(Omg how are you???)

[dont-get-cocky]

Yancy finished off the water and set the glass on the coffee table. "Thanks." He smiled half heartedly and patted the seat beside him. "Grab a seat."

Slowly he began to sober up, still super drunk but his facilities were coming back to him. "Tell me how you've been. It's been awhile since he hung out."

[dont-get-cocky]

"I'm not going to let our kid grown up with parents. If you are 100% sure you'll survive saving me then fine, save me." Yancy sighed and nuzzled Chuck. "Don't make me make this a command Chuck, just promise me. Survive for our kid."

[fyeahrpmemes-blog]

Reblog if its okay to message you on anon until I am comfortable enough to reveal myself to you

[ofpilotsanddoctors-a-deactivate]

"This is the worst headache I've ever had." Yancy half smiled as he fixed his cane, his eyes brimmed with tears. //sort of like a hey 'ive been presumed dead for years but here I am laugh even though were both dead inside?' type deal

There it was again, Yancy’s voice. The same one that had played in his mind over and over again after the man’s death. Usually when he heard it, his first reaction was that he was imagining things, as per usual. His second reaction, was that he was in the midst of another dream.

Either way, slowly, he turned. His gaze landing on the elder Becket, lips parting and eyes wide, before, with a shake of his head and fingers furiously rubbing at his eyes, he wrote it off as, what he assumed, was too much alcohol before bed. “I’ll give you worse if you don’t get out of my head again…”

[dont-get-cocky]

Yancy sighed. “I’m gonna hug my brother now.” Hey reached out and grabbed his brothers shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug. Relief flooded through him.

“I’m right here kid. I’m real and I promise I’m not leaving you again.”

[ofpilotsanddoctors-a-deactivate]

He wasn’t ready, he didn’t feel ready, but the hug came all the same. Trying to pull away and making noises of protest were lost on his brothers ears apparently. But the moment he felt that hard, solid matter smush his cheek, he knew, oh he /knew/ this wasn’t a dream. 

“Yance…” He said, trying to keep the quiver out of his voice as he wrapped his arms around Yancy’s broad back. “You’re alive.”

[dont-get-cocky]

"Yeah." Yancy breathed and used one hand to rub his brothers back, the other threaded in his hair, rubbing it. "I'm so so sorry Raleigh." He felt heartbroken, he had left his brother in such a state. He wished he could try back time and get to his brother sooner.