atlas shrugged ,

gladiator.  giant slayer.

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YOU CAN FORGIVE YOURSELF NOW,  ATLAS.          hi friends,  call me whiskers !   est timezone,  twenty-three.     raleigh’s been rattling around in my head for about eight years now,  i love him with all my soul,  and i am very protective of him.   that said,  let me and him love on you and your muse !

google doc  ( for your perusing ! ).   prompts  (  good ice breakers for mutuals ! ).     tyler rake  ( can also find me here ! ).

[athayos-moved]

                  ATHEOS ( adj ),  from  the  greek  word  ἄθεος,      meaning  godless

independent  multi,  ft.  original  &  canoncharacters  from     marvel,  kingsman,  haven,  netflix  originals,  and  more                                          ruled  by  KP .

[dailypankow]

a lot to unpack here 😍🥵

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      IT POPS HIM IN THE CHEEK,     and  he  considers  the  hard  candy  for  a  moment.    opens  the  wrapper  and  pops  it  in  his  mouth  before  licking  the  plastic  and  sticking  it  to  yancy’s  forehead.

                    ❝   thanks,  bro,  i  was  runnin’  low.   ❞

@jaegerbombr​ said:   throws a jolly rancher at raleigh.   hard as he can.   just 'cause.

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mvnces​:

“I don’t remember you being so cruel.” A clear joke even Elias took a second to consider Raleigh. 

          ❝   anteverse  just  does  somethin’  to  ya.   ❞     truth  covered  in  humor  and  a  wry  smile.

[heavensghost]

I wouldn’t call myself quirky but there is definitely something wrong with me

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mvnces​:

“Cant spare any for some sweet kids who look up to you?”

         ❝  nope.  ❞      accentuates  it  by  popping  a  red  rancher  into  his  mouth  with  a  smug  smile.

[normalgirlism]

jj vs a hot pocket

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mvnces​:

“You’re not gonna give them extra candy?” He had already seen several.

          ❝  dude,  these  jolly  ranchers  are  mine.  ❞

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ii.  listen.   raleigh,  dancing to gimme gimme gimme ( a man after midnight ),  buzzed on tequila,  swinging his dance partner around like he  - surprisingly to some - knows what he’s doing.

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imagine some fishing boat finding yancy after knifehead.  and he’s barely clinging to life when they get him on board.  and when he wakes up he has some serious amnesia. 

imagine raleigh seeing yancy again.  alive.  but there’s no way.  he must be going insane with guilt.  he’s seeing yancy’s fucking ghost.

imagine him confronting yancy’s ghost.  except it isn’t a ghost.  it’s a real, living, breathing human being.

his brother.  who doesn’t remember him at all.

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I.     SO  COME  HOME,  SAID  THE  STARS.

          STEEL GROANS AROUND HIM,  almost  like  the  shatterdome  is  alive,  like  the  walls  are  breathing.   he  can  almost  feel  them  in  his  own  lungs,  taste  of  metal  and  blood  on  his  tongue,  with  each  step  closer  to  the  bay.   heart  pounds  in  his  chest,  fingers  gripping  tighter  around  the  strap  of  his  bag,  carelessly  slung  over  one  shoulder.   five  years  gone,  still  he  walks  with  that  swagger  in  his  step  despite  the  weight  which  had  made  a  home  upon  his  shoulders.

     he  can  hear  the  machines  now,  buzzing  whirs  and  clicks  and  clanks.   he  was  right,  the  ‘dome  is  alive,  they  always  have  been.   it’s  infesting  his  bones  now,  slipping  into  the  calcified  cracks  left  behind.   every  inhale  is  a  memory,  so  bright  and  vivid  they  might  as  well  be  projected  on  the  walls.   part  of  him  wonders  why  he  keeps  moving  on,  closer  and  closer,  and  he  thinks  the  hallway  is  starting  to  close  in.

     this  was  a  mistake,  he  should  have  stayed  in  alaska.   somehow  anchorage  had  been  better  than  this.   it  had  been  quiet,  enough  for  his  thoughts  to  be  the  only  enemy.   here,  in  hong  kong,  they  were  everywhere.   familiar  sights  and  sounds,  smells  and  the  stale  taste  of  the  air.   his  thoughts.   the  memories.   the  weight.   raleigh  almost  stops  in  his  tracks,  almost  turns  back,  but  the  door  clanks  and  groans  open  before  him.   grease  and  oil  hit  him  like  a  train  as  he  steps  into  the  bay,  and  he  almost  feels  comfort.   head  turns  this  way  and  that,  and  he  remembers  finding  a  corner  of  the  jaeger  bay  in  anchorage,  hunkering  down  with  a  good  book  and  losing  track  of  time.

                    “  here  she  is,  mr.  becket.  ”

     he  turns  his  head  and  there  she  is,  standing  tall  and  proud.   beautiful  in  her  lethality.   his  lady.   he  smiles,  soft  exhale  of  breath,  and  he  feels  light  all  of  a  sudden.   he  feels  her,  her  strength  and  power.   she  is  a  part  of  him,  always  was,  just  as  he  is  a  part  of  her.   all  the  guilt  and  anger,  the  world  he  shouldered,  it’s  hers  now,  too.   she  carries  it  with  him.   he  understands  now,  the  feeling.   he’s  come  home.

[cherriedt]

triple frontier | like or reblog

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          ❝  if  i  see  one  kid  dressed  as  me,  m’  goin’  home.  ❞

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never ever ever forget raleigh’s face seeing lady again after five years :’)

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iv.  do i think up a new url or nah ?

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          ‘  you’re my brother,  ’     yancy had said,  hand on his shoulder as they both caught their breath.

     a fighting smile had tugged at the corner of raleigh’s lips,  a battered chuckle tumbling past a split lip.   it rumbled his chest,  and immediately he knew a rib is cracked,  broken.   out of place.   fingers had curled around his knees,  arms shaking with the effort to support himself,  and he had turned his head to look up at yancy,  who was sporting a nasty black eye and a bloodied,  likely broken,  nose.   his big brother had grinned back at him,  winded but victorious.

     it wouldn’t have been a lie to say that raleigh had been losing,  but he hadn’t been winning either.   he was holding on his own,  if only because his life depended on it.   he’s got a mouth and a penchant for picking any and all battles that come across his path;  just because both men could have easily crushed his skull in one hand didn’t make them an exception.   raleigh was smaller,  slighter,  quicker.   he could run circles around one of them all day,  but it was especially tiring when there are two of them.

     the tides had changed quick when yancy stepped into the mix.   they’re impressive each in their own right,  but put together,  the becket boys are formidable.   like a well-oiled machine,  two perfectly synced halves that will go down swinging until their last breath.   the brutes didn’t stand a chance,  and yancy’s support would spur a saving bout of adrenaline through raleigh’s tired veins.

     ‘  i’ve always got your back,  kid.   no matter how stupid and reckless you get.  ’

          ghost of the past whispers in his head,  even the bright alaskan sun can’t drive it out.   it doesn’t seem fair,  that there’s a dark cloud shrouding his thoughts while the rest of the world moves on.   it’s not fair that he’s standing alone by a gravestone that shouldn’t be etched the way it is,  yancy becket.  son,  brother,  pilot.   november 7,  1995  –  february 29, 2020.   it’s not fair that it’s yancy’s name and not his,  yet there’s nobody else to blame but himself.   nobody but his stupid and reckless self.

@echojace said:  drabble + yancy for short drabbles !