#hyperiontrashbin

You know, I looked at this and immediately thought of @hyperiontrashbin‘s vault hunter au which I love dearly and intensely. I hope neither of you mind this little riff on it!

“You know, kid, you ain’t the first to try to light-finger me, but you might well be the luckiest.”

Rhys doesn’t feel lucky. The backseat of a bandit car had seemed like a good hiding place - until it had been commandeered by the very vault hunter he had pickpocketed before the shooting started.

“Saved me the effort of running you down, at least.” That grin could cut glass. “Like I said: lucky.” He snaps his fingers over the seat. “Now hand over the goddamn wallet.”

“I, uh.” Rhys wonders if this is what imminent death feels like. “I lost it.”

“Sooo, I found this waterfall…”

Jack’s interest had been piqued when Rhys had returned from brief scouting the immediate area they had decided to hunker down in for the evening and told him about what he’d uncovered. Shouldering his shotgun—just in case, the area looked pretty safe and stuffed with potential food sources, but appearances on Pandora were deceiving—he follows Rhys away from their impromptu camp and through a small, rocky little canyon. Jack grunts as he scrambles up the rocks, lagging behind Rhys, whose deft, lithe little body maneuvers easily on the difficult terrain. Oh well. At least it gives him a nice view of the little bit of flesh that peaks out over the band of Rhys’ trousers as the young man pulls himself up over the final boulder and perches atop it, turning to watch Jack with a grin.

“Need a hand, old man?” Rhys snickers, and Jack has half the mind to toss a handful of pebbles at him if it doesn’t mean risking tumbling back to earth on his ass.

“Yeah yeah, shove it, kid. If this isn’t worth it I’m hog-tying you up for the rest of the night.” Jack grumbles, arms stinging as he finally swings his body up on top of the boulder where Rhys is perched. He’s about to lay into the kid again, teach him something about respecting the man who’s saved his ass multiple times, when he notices the sight before him.

A rocky depression smooths out below them, bottoming out in a gorgeous, clear little pool ringed by exotic plants and flowers in pink, orange, and yellow that even Jack, in his long treks around all of Pandora, hasn’t seen before. A waterfall splasehs down into the pool opposite of them, sending up a crystalline mist shimmering with rainbow light.

It looks positively heavenly.

joycew-blog replied to your photo “These are Hyperion shoes.”

I need Hyperion sneakers

OH BOY @joycew-blog you did not ask for shoe recommendations but I love looking at shoes, so:

Gold sneakers seem like the place to start, right? No? Just me?

I bought these at Target some time last year, and while I’m not saying I was specifically thinking about corporate space fashion when I did it, I’m not not saying it either. But these are long gone from the store; let’s look at some options you could buy today.

Michael Michael Kors, $101.50 (reduced!) at michaelkors.com

These have that nice vaguely reptilian print and familiar sneaker shape, reminiscent of both of our favorite CEOs. But if that’s a bit much for your budget, you could always try:

Puma Basket Classic Citi Metallic Sneaker, $49.97 (on clearance!) at nordstromrack.com

Same color, same shape, half the price. Sadly these appear to be a clearance item and the available sizes are rapidly disappearing they straight up sold out as I was typing this post. :( Or if straight gold is not your thing, you can always try googling “gold and black sneakers” as I did, which gives you a metric ton of options and led to this gem:

LED Light-Up Shoes, $19.54 at lightinthebox.com

Holy shit you guys. You cannot tell me that Jack is not the kind of nerd who would buy these shoes. Or maybe that’s just me, because these are ridiculous and amazing and ridiculously amazing and I am so so fucking tempted. (Sadly for those of you who have regular-sized feet, these appear to be only available in kid’s sizes.) Okay. Moving on.

Adidas Superstar (customized), $115 at adidas.com/us/customize

For a little bit more of a grownup look, Adidas lets you customize their most popular shoes with a (small) variety of fabrics and colors. For example, while I am fond of the above black and gold combination, if you’re the kind of CEO who, to pick a random example, enjoys wearing skagskin boots, these might be more your speed:

Adidas Gazelle (customized), $105 at adidas.com/us/customize

For when you want to be casual, but still let the others around you know that you are an individual with style and taste. Or something. (Sidenote: some customization styles will let you add personalization, aka text, to the sides or sole. You can’t see it, but these shoes have “STRAIGHT TO THE TOP” in repeating lines across the bottom.)

Of course, no discussion of customizable tennis shoes would be complete without:

The Ultimate Dad Shoes (possibly no longer available)

So some time ago @hyperiontrashbin ordered the most fuckin amazing Jack shoes and my life has never been the same, basically. I tried to recreate these shoes on the adidas web site and sadly, no luck, but I take comfort that somewhere out there, hyperiontrashbin is enjoying some A+ quality dad shoes.

“Easy,” Rhys had huffed, handing the jug back to Jack, “your move, old man.”

They’d passed the jug back and forth until it laid empty and discarded on the cooling sands, the last little drops dripping out onto the earth as the two men had slowly gravitated towards one another. Just as Jack had realized that Rhys was leaning up against him, he’d suddenly found the kid sliding warming into his lap, blithely taking a seat atop his thighs as he’d leaned his head back against Jack’s chest and started to point out the map of the stars twinkling in the darkening sky above them. Jack had gotten a whiff of Rhys’ hair, smelling of sand and cloth and the barest hint of blood.  

Jack had just pegged the kid as a little handsy, any social inhibitions clouded by the alcohol to the point where personal space just wasn’t something he was thinking about as he pressed up against Jack. But okay, the way that Rhys looked over his shoulder at him, the way the kid’s eyes shone in the moonlight, the husky little whisper with which he told Jack the names he’d made up for the constellations…that right there? That had to be something more.

merry christmas bitches!

I wanted to make sure that our lovely @thirtysixsavefiles, who did a huge amount of work on the matching system for all the entries, got a little something in return for all her hard work. Thank you @hyperiontrashbin / @akintak for helping me out with that! 

(One of our pinch-hitters also contributed a fic which will be posted next)