#A FUCKING ROOSTER?

[ratlingrun]

I don’t care whether you like rooster teeth or not the idea of deleting 21 years of media should be incredibly concerning

[agentark]

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[nyree2712]

Top Gun - Incorrect Quote 163

*Bradley, bringing Jake home to meet his parents*

Jake: *Seeing Goose and realizing Bradley will always be hot no matter his age* Thank the lord

Carole: *Seeing the same look she had when she met Nick's parents for the first time* Amen

[frog-girlfriend]

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[kcsplace]

Top Gun silliness

[peachesandcreames]

Real Men Cuddle Their Dogs. 💞💕

[maybemaehill]

Back by popular demand! A new round of memes for my favourite movie

Part 1!

[halestrom]

bradley bradshaws no good very bad day

[bunnis-monsters]

Rooster hybrid using his large talons to hold you down while he mounts and breeds you.

His wings flap behind him when he comes, filling you up before he moves on to the next hen hybrid in the coop~

[goosewithtwoos]

SPIT IN MY FACE!

summary: a short continuation of my previous post cause i couldn’t stop thinking about it 🤭

pairing: hangman x reader, rooster x reader, bob x reader

Hangman

“You’re such a good fucking girl.” Jake groans, wrapping a hand around your hair and pulling your head back.

He had come home pent up after a bad day on the flight line and immediately had you on your hands and knees. You were ashamed to admit how much his frustration turned you on.

“Taking everything I give. God, I love how you feel when you’re like this.” Jake got slightly mouthy when he was really feeling good. While his actions were harsh his words would always be so sweet.

His abuse on your cervix was nonstop as he repositioned you from doggy into missionary. He put a pillow under your hips and the new sensation made you see stars.

“Oh my God,” you cried, throwing an arm over your eyes. It was too much and not enough all at the same time. You needed him to slow down and speed up at the same time.

He leans down, lips pressing against your neck. Bites, licks, and kisses were all being pressed to your jugular and that one spot near your jaw. He was saying something but you couldn’t make anything out. It had been a while since he’d fucked you like this and it was always such a treat when he did.

You hadn’t realized the drool slowly making its way down your cheek until Jake felt it against his.

“I’m fucking you that good, huh?” His eyes were dark and hooded. “Making you feel so good around me you’re drooling.”

You would be embarrassed if you could feel anything other than pleasure at the moment. He was fucking you that good, always did. You’d never been with a man who could make you cum this quickly before. And he always made sure you came.

“Such a messy girl.” He coos, thumb running across your lips. You try to take it but he pulls back quickly. Before you could whine about it - he would always give you what you wanted once you whined - he was licking up the side of your face, taking all your drool with him.

He pulls back ever so slightly, letting a string of saliva drip from his mouth.

You didn’t even think, you couldn’t even think, before opening your mouth wide, trying to catch what he was giving you. Your tongue stuck out, catching the first bit, and the taste of it almost made you finish right then and there. Your heart was racing and you were throbbing before he finally just spit the rest.

It was in your mouth, on your face, in your hair. It was the hottest thing that had ever happened to you.

You’d swear you’d seen stars when you came.

Rooster

“I have a 6mg and an 8, which one do you want?” You ask Rooster as you were walking back from the flight deck. You were the smart one who brought Zyns in your flight suit, he was the dumb one who left them in his car to bake in the sun.

“Fuck, give me an 8, that was the worst practice run I’ve done in a while.” He sighs, putting out his hand.

You pop the top off and pass one to him, quickly dipping your tongue in to get one for yourself. The familiar wintergreen flavor immediately enveloped your senses and it was like an instant calm fell over the both of you.

You pushed yours up to the top left while he left his down on his lower. Once you’d made it back into the highbay, you already felt ten times better. Your head was lighter and all the stressors from earlier had melted away.

That was of course - until you swallowed and that particularly nasty first taste hit the back of your throat. It was always the worst, you were aware, the burning sensation that made you wish you had quit years ago. You had to stop yourself from gagging but couldn’t stop the face you made.

“God, I need a fucking water bottle or something.” You groan, knowing the next two times you swallowed were going to be just as bad.

You turn into the storage room that had been repurposed as a lounge and throw yourself onto the couch. It was old and held together by more duct tape than fabric but it still had some foam inside and no one was going to throw it out.

Bradley throws you a water bottle from the mini fridge and sits down next to you. You look at it quizzically for a moment before realizing he hadn’t quite understood what you meant.

“I mean to spit in. First few bits make my jaw hurt.” You explain. He finishes chugging his water before raising a brow.

“You’re a spitter?” You smack him in the arm in mock fury. He laughs, eyes crinkling.

“Shut up, stupid. You know what I mean.”

“No, no, I don’t know. Enlighten me. Our great wing leader is a spitter?”

“I’m gonna put your mouth to better work if you keep talking like that.” You tease. You’d always had a playful relationship with Rooster, always making jokes that had others questioning the nature of your relationship.

“Spit in it then.”

You stopped. You look at him, waiting for him to admit it was all just a joke and you’d go back on your merry way. He didn’t.

“Come on,” he urges. “More nic for me.” He leans his head back, mouth open with a shit eating grin across his face. His eyes are closed and you’re grateful for it so when you quickly straddle his waist it catches him completely off guard.

“You really want it?” You try to muster as much sexual prowess as one could in a flight suit.

He nods, adam’s apple bobbing as he looks at you through hooded eyes.

“Good.” You wrap your fingers around his neck, keeping his head from moving as you spit all the buildup into his awaiting mouth. You can feel his throat contract as he swallows and the reverberations from the low groan he makes.

You lean back, still sitting on his lap, moving your hand from his neck to his shoulders. He was panting slightly, a pleased look on his face.

“God, do that again?” How could you say no?

Bob

You were riding him like it was your job. The Kentucky derby had nothing on you in this moment.

He always looked so pretty underneath you, glasses askew and jaw slack. His hands gripping your hips like a vice as you moved up and down.

“Ugh-ugh, feels so good.” He always got spacey when you took charge like this. A true power bottom in the making at this point.

His lids were drooping as his grip tightened and you could tell he was trying not to come too quickly.

“You like that? Feels good for you, puppy?” You mock.

At the praise, he groans, back arching beautifully and head rolling to the side. He makes some sound of acknowledgement but he’s too far gone to have really understood what you said.

You rake your nails down his chest, feeling how his muscles tense. You’d left marks all over his back before but his chest was something you never dared to destroy. It was too perfect, too beautiful.

He kept making little noises of agreement as his grip on your hips tightened. You knew he was going to cum soon and you loved the sight of him when he did.

You lean forward, shifting the angle even deeper inside you. Pressing your chest against his, it was like you could feel him in your throat. You were his service top through and through and it was your pleasure to drive him insane with his.

“You gonna cum?” You tease, rolling your hips and bouncing ever so slightly. He came quickly when you started to talk dirty. “Gonna fill me up? Such a good boy, Bobby, fuck, you feel so good inside me.”

His mouth was open, bits of drool running down the side. Oh, that just wouldn’t do.

You lean even further down, zero distance between your bodies.

Grabbing him by the chin, you force his head straight. Your mouth was already watering from how delicious he looked so licking the drool from the side of his face was only a raindrop in an ocean.

Using your thumb to pull down his bottom lip, you spit everything into his mouth. He came the moment he swallowed, hips jerking and grip tightening more than you thought possible.

You came quickly afterwards, watching him come undone like that was always such a pleasure. You press a soft kiss to his spit covered lips, grinning softly. He couldn’t do anything more than pant, eyes closed and completely pliant under you.

You’d successfully fucked him dumb.

[gaydaroreilly]

I love Jake with shit parents as much as (or more) than the next guy, but what about Jake with doting Lesbian parents (run down of those moms here) who maybe didn’t give him the structure or boundaries he needed. They pumped up his ego like crazy and his world was perfect until he got old enough to understand homophobia and toxic masculinity.

Until he got bullied for wearing his hair in long waves when he started kindergarten.

Until he understood the slurs mean men yelled at his mamas as the feed store.

Jake started closing off whenever he wasn’t at home with his moms and sisters. Putting on the armor of misogyny and toxic masculinity. He splits himself in two. Into Jake and the one who becomes hangman.

His moms are big on supporting the military. One of his moms was in the navy for a bit or something (ONE OF HIS MOMS IS BEAU SIMPSON’S SISTER), so when Jake wanted to fly, he knew he was gonna go navy. He never came out to his moms. They knew anyway.

He put on his hangman persona and went to Annapolis. Jake didn’t come the surface again except on breaks and eventually, with Javy.

One leave Javy comes home with Jake to Texas and is stunned by how fucking camp Jake is with his family. How relaxed and loved Jake is and how he really is hot shit at the Seresin ranch. How he sings Dolly and Reba and Bonnie with his Mama while fixing up cars and how he helps his sisters with their horses and patches fences with his Mom.

Everyone at home knows Jake’s queer, nobody says it because that boy needs to fly. They love him hard to tide him over between the academy and flight school and deployments. They charge him up so he can cover himself in his veneer of cockiness, douche baggery, and over inflated ego.

That’s what Bradley sees the first time they meet. And Bradley hates him and is so infatuated with the confidence and the smirk and the build. Jake thinks Bradley is hot, but he’s not in the navy to find a boyfriend. They end up in an enemies with benefits situation. Over time bits of Jake slip out and Bradley falls hard. Jake falls too but he knows they have secrets and knows what his moms went through before mom left the navy. They both want to fly.

Bradley bugs out on their relationship when Jake invites him home (as a friend). Jake curses Bradley for getting under his skin. He swears off feelings, gets the callsign hangman for leaving Bradley during a training exercise, and Jake finds that real ironic.

By The Mission Jake has dated a few guys, maybe brought one home even. His oldest little sister is getting married and he’s still hung up on Bradley and that pisses him the fuck off. He is spitting mad at himself and Rooster. It comes out in training.

Javy is the only one who knows what’s going on all the way and he’s just watching the dumpster fire. Phoenix is the same but she’s showing up on rooster’s side. They are secretly married, so they both know everything and basically blame their besties for all the grey hairs.

Nat doesn’t know the extent of Bradley’s parental shit though. So when she finds out about Mav she’s like ah yes the puzzle pieces.

Bradley was raised in the opposite environment (vibes wise) from Jake. Closeted men (Icemav, some Hollywolf) hiding and a little ashamed and filled with internalized homophobia raising a little boy to be untrustworthy and afraid. That was Bradley’s natural state. His mask the one of friendliness and charm.

Basically this is another campaign for Jake and Bradley as literary foils. Two sides of the same coin. They figure it out in the end.

Jake’s mamas are very cold to Bradley for the first few years after the reconciliation. Bradley gets absolutely floored by soft snuggle bug horsegirl Jake when he finally meets him.

More here and here

[janknabobfdi]

It really does astonish me how a bunch of Texan dudebros in the 2000s messing around in Halo wrote better intellectual disability representation than most actual Hollywood writers

Yes, he was written as comedic relief, yes he does fall into some sterotypes

But what the fuck do you mean Michael J Caboose gets to be a main character and get treated as his own person and has agency in the plot and go through a character arc and is 3-dimensional and gets to be a badass?

How the fuck did an internet dudebro comedy where they casually say the R-word succeed while the rest of Hollywood fumbles over the idea of "is an actual person"

It truly is one of life's greatest mysteries

[cirr0stratus]

something something rooster and hangman at the academy

[ibetittering]

Saw this and my neurons instantly connected

[kcsplace]

They'd barely stepped off their transport back at Fightertown when the snarled word pulled the Daggers up short

"YOU!"

As one the thirteen of them turned on their heel and immediately twelve duffles hit the tarmac and twelve arms shot up into sharp salutes.

Only Maverick stood unfazed as he took in the sight of Iceman walking slowly towards them. Even out of uniform, and back in a battle against his own body, he was a commanding presence, and cancer or no, he was still COMPACFLT.

Instead of saluting, Maverick, pointed at his own chest.

"Me?"

But this time Ice wasn't talking to him. Wasn't even looking at him. It took Mav a moment, but as he watched Ice approach, he realised the man's target and took a sharp step to the side, smirking as Phoenix, did so herself, leaving Rooster an island between them.

Frozen to the spot, Rooster could do nothing but watch his boss', boss', boss step toe to toe with him. He could only imagine the shit he was in. Disobeying direct orders, losing a multi-million dollar plane, endangering Hangman who'd been scrambled as extra cover, maybe even potentially grand theft aviation from a hostile power....was that a thing?? Oh god, was that a thing??!!?!?!

But the Admiral didn't say a word, just threw his arms around him and held him so tight Rooster's already abused ribs and spine could only complain further. Not that he'd mention it, even when tears blurred his vision from the pain. Once he started to breathe again, he could feel the faint tremor running through the older man's body, and he knew it had less to do with the illness that was rumoured on base to have returned, and more to do with the smirk he could see on Maverick's face over the mans shoulder. A smirk that looked suspiciously like one worn by a man in love.

Hesitantly, Rooster wrapped his arms around his superior officer, and held on just as tight.

"You're welcome."

[peachesandcreames]

Missing Miles 🔥🥵