#hansencest

[thevillainsfangirl]

"Umm... those characters are related.."

[livinces]

When you're an unabashed "Dirty Little Proshipper" like myself, you MUST acquire a ship that makes even you uncomfortable every now and then, just to keep yourself humble. ✊🏽😔

[sirgnomethegiant]

I SAW YOUR POST about hansencest lol. I don't even ship it but if it came back, the teenies just getting into fandom now would lose their MINDS over hansencest and I'm honestly here for the chaos. (I don't expect you to publish this, I just thought you'd get a laugh.)

I would love to see it. Drift compatibility really gave us the ultimate relationship framework. Literally any kind of relationship you can think of is possible with the Drift.

It kills me when fandoms try to erase their shipping past. RIP to all of the fics, art, etc. that get deleted. Some of you will always live rent free in my head and heart 😔💔

[sticky-bros]

Hello. Very random, but by any chances, would you have a copy of the fic dog tags (pacific rim) saved up somewhere ? It's one the my fav fic ever all fandoms included and I wanted to re re re read it, but I can't find it anywhere anymore.

I'm sorry to say, I don't have the fic saved. Which is bummer, because I really like “Dog Tags” too!

If anyone reading this has Sonora's “Dog Tags,” please let us know!

[twinkiekitten]

Don’t turn off Chucks music

[sydneyshatterdome]

[illcrunchyoursoul-blog]

I love to engage in fandoms that are no longer active and cry in the corner over it. I rewatch-reread-overlook everything I like about it and fall into full nostalgia mode as there is no new good content being made anymore.

I hope I'll get to creating something myself tho.

[setsailslash]

30 Days of Writing: 27/30

24. Pervading sunshine. (Pacific Rim: Herc&Chuck)

They take a worn, old thing on the road where the dust and sand rises with the sun.

They take each other out into a world they played a part in saving, and there are many versions in which this is not how it ends for them.  After all, Chuck’s thought through them all.

If the Chuck of the present tells the Chuck lying in medical six months ago that this is the version of reality he will be living in due time, Chuck of the past might fracture a couple of bones in his semi-good hand throwing a punch at his own face.

He is sitting in the passenger seat with Max sprawled across his lap, giving him pins and needles as much as he grounds him. Because here is this foreign little emotion that is twisting him up inside, Chuck is happy.

"Where’re we heading?”

Squinting out at the dirt roads that seem to stretch on, Chuck sees the world in a too bright light even through the sunglasses perched on his face.

His father is behind the wheels, driving at a speed that could be much faster but there is absolutely no rush and that’s what is throwing them both off.

“Your choice, kid.”

Chuck knows anger and resentment like the back of his hand, he understands these feelings because he has spent a good portion of his life being wound up in it. But he never quite understood anxiety because it is a future based emotion, and for the longest time, he never dared himself to imagine coming back from all this alive.

“I,” Chuck drops off, not quite knowing what comes next is a frightening thing.

“Take your time, think about it.” Herc paces himself out because he has a lot of making up to do too and it doesn’t just start here but it isn’t such a bad place to try. “The country’s a big place and when we’re done, there’s still the rest of the world.”

He has him, like he has never had him before.

He has him to keep. And it is a damn surreal thing.

Herc reaches over the narrow space between them to touch, runs a hand against the ginger fuzz growing back along the scabs to rest his palm on the back of Chuck’s neck.

There is resilience built into their bones, Chuck doesn’t lean away even as he takes the map from the dashboard. The sun is not letting up, the heat dry and insistent across his skin, the pervading sunshine makes him feel like he is not just alive but living like the rest of this earth.

“I think we can drive a little further first.”

They go inland and without the sight of the ocean for hundreds and thousands of miles, they find they can take their time to figure the rest out.