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More Pacific Rim Tweets

Still on vaca so enjoy more of these random tweets

And yes, there will be another PR headcanon post coming out shortly ❤️

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Mako and Raleigh share the two povs of the day they met on the Shatterdome and it says so much about them to me.

Raleigh looks completely confident, bright eyes that see directly thought you, his lips turned into that type of evaluating smile that is almosy humorous, like he finds something funny. He's slightly tilted to his right side (his collar, his shirt, his umbrella, his head). The shot is wider, you see the background and you can notice how Mako is shorter, how she must be looking up. You can see the sky, see how calm he looks.

Meanwhile, Mako looks more mysterious or intriguing. The umbrella is the background of the shot, covering everything, making Mako the whole focus. She looks super gorgeous but quickly turns his back to him, as if she's hiding. He doesn't hold eye contact for long. Her hair frames perfectly her face and the way she blinks (Mako communicates a lot on the movir thought blinks along).

Raleigh is inviting from the beginning. We're talking about the man who didn't want to be there at first, who didn't want anyone else in his head, about the man that should be bitter or angry or distant. But he is not like that.

Mako is the one who needs to get tgere and match him. He invites her in, in almost every interaction. She needs to get there, tho, she needs to fight for it and he'd fight for her.

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When Hermann runs to LOCCENT to tell Pentecost that Newt just drifted with a kaiju brain, Pentecost at first tells him "Not now. I'm sure you can appreciate how important this moment is to me".

Because Mako was drifting for the first time. Graduating as a jaeger pilot. He basically told Hermann not now, my daugther is there. And Hermann doesn't waste time going straight to the point because he knows but this is just way too important.

When G. Danger is falling from the sky and when they make the safe landing, Hermann is next to Pentecost, celebrating, losing his mind. The story tells us Hermann knows how much Mako means to Pentecost.

Aaaand a million fics of Hermann babysitting Mako please :) Stacker would never give her to Newton and Herc was not always there, so uncle Hermann to the rescue????

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Mako "I imagined him different" and Raleigh "better or worse?", clowns of the year.

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Game night is the worst.

My second piece for @edgeofhopezine!

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Lost and Found

In the grand tradition of giving your favorite characters your own issues, I was dissociated to all hell half of Saturday and then decided to make Raleigh and Mako deal with it.

Read it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53050306

Rangers are known to space out frequently. It comes with the territory. It’s a lot for anyone, carrying the neural load of a jaeger, not to mention the sharing of memories and emotions that comes along with it… and often continues for weeks after a drift. So it doesn’t surprise Mako when she notices she hasn’t been paying attention to the report she’s supposed to be reading for the past ten minutes.

But then she keeps spacing out, losing more and more time, and even when she makes herself focus on the words in front of her, she struggles to follow the unnatural grammar of military reporting more than she has in years. When she gives up and turns away from her desk, she almost falls out of her chair as the room seems to take a second to catch up with her movement. Her head feels too light and her legs too heavy, almost like she’s in a jaeger with a failing handshake.

She’s halfway to the infirmary, thinking she must be coming down with some illness, before Mako realizes the feeling isn’t actually hers. If she feels like the world’s gone fuzzy around the edges, then Raleigh must be in misery.

Mako starts with his quarters but gets no answer. Then she checks the infirmary, the mess hall, and even Tendo and Herc’s quarters, wondering if he’d gone to one of their friends. No luck. When she finally finds him, Raleigh is sitting in Crimson Typhoon’s old bay, sorting bits and pieces from the junk drawer every tech crew inevitably creates, helping the crew clean out the place. Several J-techs navigate around him, chatting casually as they move bigger pieces into crates to be shipped off to whatever manufacturer has claimed them. From the outside, Raleigh looks healthy and at ease, nothing like she feels right now.

But when she approaches, he doesn’t look up, doesn’t seem to even register her presence when she stops in front of him, a bad sign for anyone with self-defense training. He actually jumps a little when she touches his shoulder, but he doesn’t leap to his feet like he normally would when startled. He barely even lifts his head when he finally looks at her, just slowly turns his eyes upward.

Raleigh has never been good at hiding his emotions. Even before they drifted, Mako could read everything he felt just from looking at his face. When he’s angry, the corners of his mouth pull back and his nose flares out; his eyebrows raise almost comically high when he gets surprised; and when he’s happy, his lips can’t help but quirk upwards and his eyes crinkle at the edges. But now he’s blank. Mako can read nothing in his face, gets nothing from the dullness of his eyes.

“Raleigh?”

“Hmm?” he replies.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good.” He pauses too long, like his first answer was automatic and now he has to figure out how to make a sentence on his own. “Why?”

Mako waits until a pair of J-techs, carrying a full crate between them, pass by and out of earshot. “You’re not okay. I can feel it. What is wrong?”

Raleigh sighs. He finishes sorting a few bolts still in his hand and then stands and silently leads the way out of the bay.

He stays silent as he leads them all the way back to his quarters. Part of Mako wants to push, but she settles for staying a few paces behind to watch the way he walks – slower than usual, completely lacking the usual sway of his gate, just a tad off balance that sends his shoulders awfully close to a couple of corners.

Finally, he closes his door behind them and drops onto his bed with a thud. Mako stays standing near the door, not sure how to handle this version of her co-pilot. Raleigh’s normally a very tactile person, especially with her, especially since Operation Pitfall, but he hasn’t reached for her once. If the distance is intentional, she wants to give him space.

She’s beginning to think she’ll have to prompt him to speak, when he finally takes a deep breath and says, “I’ve been dissociating to all hell today. Fuck, I’m sorry you’ve been feeling it too.” He drops his head into his hands, and she can see his thumbs rubbing at his temples. “It happens sometimes. I just… I wake up and it’s almost like I’m piloting solo. After the pain shut off and all I knew was I had to get to shore. I can make myself do all the things I need to do but my mind isn’t really there. It’s off in this cloud, this haze. I’m not even caught up in thought; there’s just nothing. I have to think about each step I take, every word I say. I have to remind myself to eat because I don’t get hungry.

“It was hard on the Wall sometimes. I’d take the lower shifts if I could. Part of me was just awake enough to be scared I’d space out and fall off the scaffolds. I had to fight to care enough not to let it happen.”

Her hesitance breaks, and Mako is thankful their rooms are so small that she is next to him in three strides. She sits beside him, wraps one arm around his shoulders, and lifts the other to tangle in his hair, massaging his head. He sags further under her touch. She doesn’t know what to say, so she lets them sit in silence. She watches the clock on his nightstand tick the seconds away. After a little over two minutes, he turns just slightly so he’s leaning against her more than curling in on himself. At ten minutes, he reaches out and pulls her onto his lap. He wraps himself up in her as if she was a winter coat. After fifteen minutes, she can feel his breathing deepen and slow. The weight in her mind loosens like an unravelling knot. She realizes she can hear more than just their breaths and the ticking of the clock again – the muffled clangor of the Shatterdome slowly rises into her senses -  she hadn’t even realized she had been missing it before.

“Better?” she asks, though she already knows the answer.

Raleigh lifts his head from her chest, and his eyes are still dull but she can read both tiredness and a hint of awe in them. “Stabilizing,” he says, mimicking Tendo’s accent instead of his own. The corner of his mouth quirks, and she answers with a soft laugh and a kiss to the top of his head. He may still be struggling, but at least her Raleigh is there again.

#This is sweet #And yeah what are the consequences of Releigh piloting Lady Danger alone after having his brother ripped out of his head #Dissociation seems like a good guess

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#i would buy tickets to the Fangorn Forest 2024 Rodent Olympics #does the squirrel triathlon use bikes or unicycles. i feel like squirrels would have an easier time on unicycles. why do i feel that way?

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Word of Honor as text posts (43/?)

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MAKO FAN CLUB

#Yes!

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Actually turning things over in my brain and yeah, I'd say that's probably my feeling on a lot of these conversations. The wrong thing is getting blamed.

White people do experience racism. The problem is when people hear that they think "people of color have power over white people" and not "under white supremacy, there are white people who are regarded as Not White Enough".

Men are oppressed. The problem is that people tend to think the ending of that sentence is "by women" and not "under the patriarchy, men are forced into a very specific and often harmful role and are heavily punished for any deviance from that role".

And the well has been poisoned by bad actors, so it's hard to get any amount of conversation about this going without either attracting said bad actors to totally derail the whole thing or without having kneejerk suspicion from the getgo due to said bad actors' previous actions.

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Pacific Rim (2013) dir. Guillermo del Toro

#I heard Idris Elba improvised these lines #I wonder if it's true

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I feel like Pacific Rim, Mad Max: Fury Road, and Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves are kind of a perfect trifecta of action movies. They’re not necessarily Oscar material but they’re all great at being the kind of thing they are trying to be, they’re all entertaining but not afraid of being genuinely emotional, and they’re all generally not hampered by dumb sexist action movie nonsense because their main female characters have their own arcs, are not designed for the male gaze, and the main M/F relationships are platonic. More things like this please!!

#Yup

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Because I keep running into people who missed it: Pacific Rim is literally an allegory for the effects of man-made climate change. That's why the Serizawa scale is modeled on the Saffir-Simpson scale used to measure hurricanes. That's why our pollution is linked to the reason the Precursors started sending in kaiju. That's why Raleigh Becket literally refers to fighting kaiju as fighting the hurricane.

#I wish I could fight climate change in a giant robot suit

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Some nerds on the internet: you can’t make your OC too awesome because then it’s a Mary Sue and nobody will like them

Guillermo Del Toro, a man with balls: his name is STACKER PENTECOST and he leads a LEGION OF GIANT ROBOTS that are piloted by HIS FAMILY and he funds by SELLING MONSTER PARTS ON THE BLACK MARKET and he’s played by IDRIS ELBA