#pumpkin spice pilot

[tatooineknights]

The Empire Strikes Back (1980)

[lillytalons]

Saw this outfit called pumpkin spice pilot by @tatooineknights and I had to draw it 🍂☕️

edit: apparently pumpkin spice pilot was from @myevilmouse 💛

[siempre-bucky]

pumpkin spice

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake's a strict black coffee kind of guy until he wasn't.

wc: 720

a/n: i had this idea at 2am and couldn't put it down...so here we are...

"What the fuck is that?" Jake questioned, a grimace on his face as his eyes followed the cold orange colored drink he was passing to you. 

Shifting in the passenger seat, you rolled your eyes and happily took it from him. "A pumpkin spice latte. It's the taste of fall," you laughed, taking a small whiff of the spices sprinkled on top of the whipped cream. 

"Taste of fall," he repeated mockingly as he took his black coffee from the girl at the window. "Sounds gross." Jake was a strict black coffee kind of man, just like his father and the other Seresin men. Javy sometimes managed to sneak a creamer in when the aviator wasn't looking. He got an iced black coffee in the summer months when he felt adventurous. 

You snorted and took a long drink. "Have you even tried it?" 

"No," he answered confidently, "And I don't need to try it to know it's gross." 

You reached over the console and took his coffee from his free hand and replaced it with yours. "Try it," you insisted. 

The blond formed a pouty face, his green eyes narrowed like a stubborn child. "No."

Time to bring out the big guns. "I'll call you the best pilot in the Navy over comms." The way to get Jake Seresin to do anything you want: stroke his ego. 

Jake gave you an unimpressed look that could only make you giggle, his strong hand gripping the cup a little tighter. "The things I do for you," he joked. Cautiously, he brought the green straw to his lips and slowly drank. 

The coffee hit his tongue and he surprisingly didn't flinch like you were expecting. He looked stone faced at the red light in front of him, eyebrows furrowed in thought. 

If Jake learned anything in his thirty plus years of life, he learned to conceal how he felt. He didn't want to admit that the fall drink tasted really fucking good, he didn't want to give you that satisfaction. He doubted it would give him the caffeine he needed for a day of flying, but damn it was enjoyable. He snuck in another sip before pulling away. 

"Sorry, baby," he chuckled dryly, handing back the drink as the light turned green. "Black coffee's the only drink for me." 

You reluctantly smiled and looked up at one of the jets taking off from base. "Thanks for trying it, honey,” you sighed in defeat.  

A couple mornings later, Jake walked into one of the classrooms at Top Gun with two identical cups in his hands. Their warmth soothed his hands on the cold October morning. 

You were deep in conversation with Halo and Phoenix when he approached you, handing you your cup. You smiled at the way he wrote your name in black pen, accompanied by a little doodle of your callsign. "Tea? I'm shocked you didn't ask for that pumpkin shit." 

 "Thanks, Bagman," you smirked, ignoring his comment. 

Maverick's lecture seemed to go on for hours, a corner of your notebook covered in doodles and your eyes began to fall heavy. Absentmindedly, you reached for one of the cups that sat in front of you and Jake. 

Blowing the steam to cool it down, you brought the lid to your lips. You expected the taste of lemony tasting tea not—pumpkin. Your eyebrows raised at the foreign taste, doing everything in your power not to react and cause a scene. 

You pulled back and pressed your lips together as you turned the cup. 'Jake' was written in thick black sharpie along the side. That sly son of a bitch, you thought before a wide shit eating grin broke out on your face. 

Setting the cup back down, you nudged the man beside you. "What happened to your coffee, Jakey? It actually tastes like something this morning," you teased in a hushed tone. 

Jake tensed up, the grip on his pencil almost enough to break it in half. "Tell no one," he grits. 

"I bet your lips taste sweeter now." You weren't going to let him live this down. Not when his cheeks were a beautiful crimson and he looked like he could shut you up with one bruising kiss.

"Sweetheart," he warned. 

You looked over at him and winked, "Told you, taste of fall."

[jaidens]

I Find Myself Running Home To Your Sweet Nothings

pairing [s] : jake seresin x reader

warning [s] : nothing much

a/n [s] : requests are open

Jake was a man of many deserving titles.

He was a Captain in the United States Navy, and he held his own Top Gun classes to teach graduates. He was highly respected and was understood to be hard as well not understanding if you had messed up and would have killed your team of pilots. However, who would have known the big and scary Jake Seresin was a family man? Jacob Seresin, the same guy who yells and the room goes quiet, carrying his sleeping daughter in his arms while he packs up the items he chose to bring to the park. The same guy who puts Barbie Band-Aids on his daughter’s knee whenever she jumps off a swing and scrapes her knee against the wood chippings.

Jake, your lovely husband, wakes you up with kisses and soft touches that lie on your skin for years to come. Jake Seresin who loves his sweet girls and gives kisses to his daughter’s head before she tackles school for the day to come. The Jake you fell in love with who drinks Pumpkin Spice Lattes the day they get released at Starbucks. The one who yells and screams at The Longhorns winning a football game. Jake Seresin, the man who has a heart big enough for hundreds of people that he carries with him every single day he lives. The guy who adds extra sugar and creamer to his coffee because of the bitterness of it.

You're in love; you're completely sure of it. The baby on your stomach that weighs on you is another reason why. The small boy sits on your chest, sound asleep with a hat on his small head and a one piece swimsuit. Your daughter and Jake are in the ocean, catching waves with their boogie boards as you stay back with your song, Theodore. He's small and tiny, only two months old. The heat of San Diego pushes through the canopy you have set up, making you sweat and Theo as well. You stand up and push against the beach chair and walk to the shore of the beach. The sun is high in the sky, the sunglasses you wear barely do much to stop the burning in your eyes.

The water is much cooler, but it only does so much to help the heat that radiates from Theo and the sun at the same time. Jake has a, particularly sleepy, Lily in his arms as she yawns. “Everyone is getting sleepy, huh?” You say as your children are laying against their father's toned chest as he pushes his hair back. He's hot and handsome, the water that drops done him gets you undeniably hot inside. “Lemme hold Theo.” He tells you and talks the s boy in his arms, lying him on his arm and head against his bicep. Lily and Josie start walking back to the tent and sit down, eating the snacks you had packed for them.

“He was so hot whenever he was laying on my chest. I had to get into the water.” Jake laughs and gives you a kiss against the lips. He smells and tastes like the ocean and salt water, as you almost gag at the taste. “Let’s get maybe.. 2 bags and take them to the house. We're allowed to keep the canopy and stuff on here because it's our private beach.” Jake tells you and you nod, taking Theo back in your arms as you watch Jake pick up things and put them in bags and pick them up gracefully before beginning to walk up the beach. Lily is talking with Josie about what they were going to watch on Netflix whenever they got back and you smiled happily. This is what you needed. A family. A caring family with people who have learned to live and support one another.

Jake is taking the things upstairs and you follow after him, before Theo starts to get fussy and upset about being in the heat and not his bed. Jake, a father of many years, quickly resumes his role and takes care of his son. “I love you.” You say as you watch him hold Theo in one arm and the bags in the other. “Love you too honey!” He shouts from your bedroom and you walk into him. The Jake Seresin you know and love, the one who changes diapers and gives raspberries to Theo’s stomach as he does so. It was a reprise of his Father's role for a new baby, and he was in it very well. It was the total he took more seriously than the Captain or the King of Darts at the bar. A father. A man who has children he loves and cares for them.

It was love and that is exactly what you loved. The domesticity makes you smile and stand on that edge of the doorway as you listen to whatever he has been saying. You love him: and he loves you. So much more than everyone else.

[callsign-phoenix]

I wrote this as a part of my falltober fics, I hope you like it!

It is a Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x gn!reader imagine.

Thank you @famfan-1034 for proofreading and for helping with the idea of the fic!

Day 31: Halloween

Warnings: I can imagine taking time off is utopia for fighter pilots, but for the sake of this fic please take it as a given

Everyone else had told you about their busy and exciting schedule for Halloween, but Bradley and you had other ideas.

While Jake and Nat went out partying and drinking the night away Bradley had even decided to take the day off, just to be able to spend more time with you.

You spent the morning sleeping in and were surprised by Bradley with breakfast in bed.

You were quite surprised by his gesture and the beautiful meal that he brought on the tray, which he confessed he bought from Starbucks.

The pumpkin spice latte and fall themed breakfast was wonderful to eat in your still warm bed, with Bradley rejoining you by your side.

There was a schedule you had set yourself for the day; it was strict in making your day as comfortable as possible.

You warmed up the butternut squash lasagna you had made the day before for lunch and ate the food on the couch in the living room, feet up and cuddled up under blankets while watching a movie.

You went through half of the Scream movies before you tried to watch some Saw, before making dinner.

Despite or maybe because of the fact that the day went on purposely slowly you were happy, very much so.

You never felt as much at home as when you were in Bradley’s arms and wrapped up under several blankets.

You changed from drinking cider to red wine at dinner time and were slightly tipsy when your food was gone, having more or less been drinking alcohol from lunch onwards.

The attention quickly shifted from the screen to Bradley’s hands that were dipping below the blankets and your sweatpants to run over the skin of your inner thighs.

A sigh left your lips as you reached up to set a hand to his neck, feeling his soft, strong muscles to steady yourself.

After a few seconds you connected your lips and you kissed lazily, tongues roaming each other’s mouths as you grew more and more desperate.

Bradley lifted you so he could maneuver you into a lying position but his lips never left your skin, peppering kisses down your neck until he was situated between your thighs.

You were just about to pull his shirt up when the doorbell rang, shocking the two of you enough to pull apart.

Bradley’s heavy breath fanned over your cheek and you sighed into his neck before he pulled away, an annoyed but playful look on his face.

He lifted himself up for a second so he was almost doing a push-up above you, before he rolled off of you to stand and walk towards the front door.

Neither of you were extraordinarily thrilled for the interruption but when you heard the familiar voices at the front door a smile creeped back onto your lips.

You followed Bradley and wrapped an arm around his waist, looking out to see three of your best friends staring back at you.

Bob and Nat already seemed slightly drunk but both were armed with another bottle of alcohol.

“We came over to make your night,” Jake, the designated driver, said as he took a step inside, grinning at you as he saw you in your comfortable clothing.

Bradley huffed out a sigh in objection but neither of your friends minded, stepping inside and making themselves feel at home.

You sent a grin to Bradley as he checked if it was alright with you, you were certain that he would have thrown them out had you requested it.

You just shook your head and set a quick kiss on his lips before you followed them into the living room, finding them comfortably sprawled out on the couch, with drinks already in hand.

You followed their lead and found yourself in between Jake and Nat, while Bradley found a seat next to Bob.

“So, what were you two up to when we rang the bell?” Jake asked with a grin that suggested that he, somehow, knew exactly what had been going on.

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[charlottan]

ok final lineup for 90s bracket under the cut (128 bands)

311

4 Non Blondes

Air

Alice in Chains

Aphex Twin

Backstreet Boys

Barenaked Ladies

Beck

Ben Folds Five

Bikini Kill

Björk

Blind Melon

Blink-182

Blues Traveler

Blur

Boards of Canada

Bowling For Soup

Boyz II Men

Built To Spill

Burzum

Butthole Surfers

Cake

Cibo Matto

Counting Crows

Crash Test Dummies

Dave Matthews Band

Deftones

Destiny's Child

Dinosaur Jr.

Dismemberment Plan

Dixie Chicks

Eels

Elliott Smith

Failure

Faith No More

Fiona Apple

Fishmans

Foo Fighters

Fountains Of Wayne

Fu Manchu

Fugazi

Gin Blossoms

Goldfinger

Grandaddy

Green Day

Guided By Voices

Hole

Hootie & The Blowfish

Incubus

Jamiroquai

Jane's Addiction

Jeff Buckley

Jimmy Eat World

Korn

Kyuss

Lenny Kravitz

Limp Bizkit

Living Colour

Manic Street Preachers

Marilyn Manson

Massive Attack

Matchbox Twenty

Melvins

Mercury Rev

Meshuggah

Moby

Modest Mouse

Mogwai

Morphine

Mr. Bungle

My Bloody Valentine

Neurosis

Neutral Milk Hotel

Nine Inch Nails

Nirvana

No Doubt

NSYNC

Oasis

Opeth

Pavement

Pearl Jam

Phish

Pixies

PJ Harvey

Placebo

Porcupine Tree

Portishead

Primus

Pulp

Queens of the Stone Age

R.E.M.

Radiohead

Rage Against the Machine

Rammstein

Red Hot Chili Peppers

Rob Zombie

Sleater-Kinney

Sleep

Slint

Slowdive

Smash Mouth

Sonic Youth

Soul Coughing

Soundgarden

Spice Girls

Spiritualized

Stereolab

Stone Temple Pilots

Sublime

Swirlies

Teenage Fanclub

Temple Of The Dog

The Cranberries

The Flaming Lips

The Goo Goo Dolls

The Jesus Lizard

The Magnetic Fields

The Presidents of the United States of America

The Smashing Pumpkins

The Verve

They Might Be Giants

Third Eye Blind

Toad The Wet Sprocket

Tool

Ween

Weezer

Wilco

Yo La Tengo

[avian-misdemeanors]

airplanes but as people

707: classy, elegant, cultured, very big presence, Audrey Hepburn vibes

717: smart, unassuming, a feminist before it was socially acceptable

727: autistic, will tell you everything about its special interest, weird and lovable, may use it/its pronouns

737: she likes her pumpkin spice lattes and her leggings. gets called basic, but she's reliable and easy to get along with

747: 6'6" woman with broad shoulders and long, wavy, dark hair. she looks amazing in an elegant dress and has a commanding presence. powerful dark voice, very charismatic. when she speaks, you listen.

757: 74's little sister, much less imposing, very leggy, plays volleyball, total tomboy, very very likeable and cute but also very pretty and athletic, short dyed hair

767: pantsuit businesswoman, smart, a little conventional but that's not always a bad thing

777: she's a professional athlete, a competitive powerlifter. she looks intimidating, but once you get to know her she's a pretty open book.

787: trans girl programmer, drawer full of thigh high socks, RGB everything

797: 787's fursona

Spitfire: short British girl who owns and carries a pistol. she's a skilled martial artist but she much prefers spending time on her other hobbies: makeup and ballroom dancing

AN-225: rural Ukrainian grandma in her 70's. still milks the cows every morning, and still chops her own firewood. her grandson is off fighting the Russians and she's very proud of him

B-1: used to wear a black cape and Naruto-run around the playground at school as a kid. was and still is obsessed with Batman, joined the army and has had a long career

B-21: like the 787; trans furry gamer girl obsessed with programming. wears thigh highs, RGB everything, but also joined the military and has guns at home

U-2: shy and introverted, lean and kind of lanky, she spends all her spare time hiking in the middle of nowhere. the kind of person who you stop being surprised by when she tells you she did a "light" 30 mile hike over the weekend. you're convinced she could just get up and walk the whole Appalachian Trail if she felt like it. has an account on FurAffinity and she will make it your problem. she also has the absolute best weed

L-1011: beefy working class woman with broad shoulders and a heavily worn-in denim jacket. she quit smoking in the '90s but she still knows a bunch of lighter tricks and does them when she's bored using her old beat-up Zippo. will come into your life for one week and ruin every other person for you, forever.

Tu-144: former Soviet professional athlete who had huge potential but got super addicted to amphetamines and burnt out REALLY hard, did not live up to her potential, and gave up fast. she's now a retired but functioning alcoholic watching the collapse of the modern Russian state going "here we go again"

Concorde: slightly stuck up but not mean at all, had her day in the sun, won a lot of gold medals in the Olympics, now gracefully retired and coaching the next generation of athletes. keeps in touch with Boeing 2707, Tu-144, and Lockheed L-2000

SR-71: older legendary retired Olympic sprinter, kind of a loner but she sometimes hangs out with Tu-144, L-2000, B2707, and Concorde

Space Shuttle: hotshot test pilot who wears aviators everywhere, loves to reminisce about her glory days

MiG-15: retired soldier, left Russia after the fall of the Soviet Union and now lives in a cabin in northern Canada. used to believe in the USSR but now basically doesn't believe in governments at all and just keeps to herself. drinking problem.

F-86: retired Olympic fencer, focuses on her grandkids now, visits MiG-15 to play chess and drink

F-111: furry trans girl techie who likes to watch mecha anime. taller than she'd like but she still loves herself and finds ways to see her own beauty.

F-117: Goth girl who was best friends with the B-1 in school, they'd both watch anime together as kids. F-117 kinda vanished after high school then reappeared on instagram years later as an owner of a crossfit gym

F-22: expert martial artist, small in stature but tough as nails, buzz cut, tank top, combat boots. she will be your friend but she is also a little...unhinged

XF-85 Goblin: tried to join the military but was rejected due to ADHD. no longer believes in the military and is glad she got rejected. when asked about it she says "the military is dumb and war is for straight people". silly little shit who makes bad puns and likes rolling around on the floor with cats. drinks soda in the shower.

P-51: played quarterback in high school, then drafted into WWII

P-38: played tight end on P-51's team.

P-51 and P-38 got drafted together, went to boot-camp together, but they got deployed to different theaters of war.

They write each other. The letters don't always go through. When they get a letter, they head back to their bunk, shirtless with dog-tags dangling, they read with a big smile on their face and a cigarette in their mouth

They rehash heroic football plays that sent the bleachers into uproarious cheers, sounding like a crowd ten times larger than the entire population of Littletown, Arkansas that they were.

Their letters also contain very very vague but pointed allusions to the times they spent together after the games were over and the other teammates went out with their girlfriends. Locker Rooms. Cornfields. And the Ice House. Oh, the Ice House…

P-51 bitches about the cold in western europe. P-38 bitches about the tropical humidity and mosquitos, and how he always forgets the name of the island he's on this week.

It'll be over soon, right?

P-38 says he overheard B-29 saying that the war is going to end one way or another very soon in a very confident manner. B-29's tone kind of spooked P-38, and he's not sure why. He prays that B-29 is right, but something feels off around here.

The censors blacked out most of that letter. P-51 is glad P-38 is alive…but what is going on over there?

P-51 wanders the aerodrome, and he spots B-17 and C-47 making eyes at each other. His hands ball up in fists in his pockets. Those two get to go home and get married, ring bearer, flower girls. Tuxedo, Wedding Dress.

All he gets is the Ice House. But oh…Oh, the Ice House…

A300: Old fashioned diesel dyke. She's in her 60's but still does powerlifting as a hobby. She lives with her cute femme wife, who is absolutely the top in the relationship. They're both retired and raise goats together at their cottage in the country to sell goat dairy at the local farmer's market. She wears denim vests covered in patches, many of which are old and faded, she's tattooed and still has a buzz cut. She was on the front lines helping her fellow queers during the AIDS crisis.

A320: When you find out your friend from high school who said she was going to major in finance actually did major in finance, got a finance job, and has been working for 10 years and somehow hasn't burned out, has savings, bought a car, a normal but attractive fiance, and watches an appropriate amount of Netflix in the evening

A320neo: Same woman but she just discovered aromatherapy

A350: Same woman but she got a masters from an online college while still working full time and has multiple CFO job offers

Honda Jet: The only posts on her instagram are her college graduation in 2016 with her white american mom and japanese dad, and she's taller than both of them, and a STOP ASIAN HATE post from 2020

Stipa Caproni: down for literally anything and will absolutely blow your mind but not for long.

Wright Military Flyer: an 85 year old lady who still beautiful and dainty but also keeps a fucking Colt 1899 on a thigh holster. under her dress, of course. she's still a lady.

Tu-154: a track star and will go all night long, you won't be sure if you're boinking or in a cardio race

F-14: a retired Subaru lesbian who lives with her wife and 3 dogs. was the popular girl in school and kind of everyone's friend in college.

Bristol F2b: knows how to use flintlock weapons and always smells a little bit like leather and campfire, but she's really sweet and comforting to be around.

T-38: 5'2" and a little fucking firecracker. doesn't actually know how to fight you but she will certainly try and one or both of you will end up with teeth missing.

Kfir: the kind of girl who you suspect might actually be an assassin.

F-4 Phantom: a butch martial artist in her 40s who is suspiciously muscular and shows off by crushing watermelons with her thighs, arms, hands, etc. She wears combat boots and a leather jacket and rides a motorcycle

7J7: refers to the D&D Monster Manual as the "Girlfriend Guide"

F4U Corsair: collects swords but in a hot way

TBM Avenger: a classic softball lesbian

P-47: a bodybuilder, she can lift you over her head. big and imposing, but a kind person who will happily use her large stature to help her smaller friends feel safe.

CRJ-900: collects swords but in a pretentious way

DC-3: keeps pigeons on her roof, but it's cute bc she talks to all of them. they are her friends. get her talking and she will tell you stories from her youth that will haunt you

Convair 990: does illegal street racing

DC-9: has a piss kink. sells landing gear pics online.

UH-1 Huey: smokes cigars and drinks whiskey, and goes hunting often. She's trans and beautiful but still calls herself a "good ol' boy"

Bell JetRanger: in her late 40s and just figured out she's gay, she's doing her best.

V-22 Osprey: a genderfluid gun enthusiast, not in a toxic way but sometimes you worry about their stability. not the best mental health.

MD500C: an aging ballerina who is still way more strong and agile than you.

MD530F: her daughter who took after her mom but is a better dancer and has an undercut she dyes silver.

EC-135: she is a no-nonsense doctor with a femme wife and a 3-year old.

CH-53: is a 'roided out butch whose father was in the Navy, she served in the Navy, and now won't stop talking about the Navy. She's now a volunteer firefighter who has strapped every subby femme in the region but will always remain single.

Mi-26: a heavyset Russian grandmother who only makes one facial expression. She has subsisted off of nothing more than potatoes for at least the past half century. She is old, but she is not frail.

R22: is a lanky truck-stop hooker. Everyone can come inside for a low price, no experience required.

AW-109: works as a first mate on a megayacht. She knows all the secrets of a particular billionaire but won't say who.

MiG-29: she will shove you the fuck up against a wall and you will like it.

Lockheed Constellation: goes by Connie, she will give you the classiest evening of your life.

Ekranoplan: she was going to be an Olympic swimmer for the Soviet Union, but when the USSR collapsed, so did she. she's a sad story, but she's happy in her retirement to see the younger generations taking an interest in her career, and trying to carry it on in some way.

Sopwith Camel: completely unhinged but in a hot way

made with help from @bananabreadloveman

[fashionlandscapeblog]

Gen Xers on the 90s: Grunge (Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Alice in Chains, Stone Temple Pilots), Britpop (Blur, Pulp, Suede, Supergrass, Oasis, The Verve, Coldplay, Manic Street Preachers, Spacehog, etc), alternative music (Radiohead, Björk, PJ Harvey, Weezer, Pavement, The Cranberries, R.E.M., The Smashing Pumpkins, Stereolab, Jane's Addiction, Yo la tengo, Beck, Garbage, Fugazi, Nine Inch Nails, Bush, etc), electronic music: trance, techno, etc (Daft Punk, The Chemical Brothers, Prodigy, Aphex Twin, Air, etc), Shoegaze/Dream Pop (My Bloody Valentine, Slowdive, Lush, Ride, Cocteau Twins, Mazzy Star, Pale Saints, Catherine Wheel, Cranes, Chapterhouse, etc), Trip Hop (Massive Attack, Portishead, Tricky, DJ Shadow, Sneaker Pimps, etc), rock (Guns n' Roses, Metallica, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Rage Against The Machine, Megadeth, Faith No More, Aerosmith, Tool, etc), the era of one hit wonder pop rock songs, and so much more other stuff.

Late Millenials and Gen Zers on the 90s: Britney Spears, Backstreet Boys, and N'Sync.

The funniest part about it? What the latter claim summarize a whole decade in music are acts that only appeared in 1999 (yes, only until 1999! There were actually 9 years of music before them, you know?).

Even funnier? Madonna, The Spice Girls, Michael Jackson, Mariah Carey, Boyz II Men, Whitney Houston, Jamiroquai, Tupac, Dr.Dre, Kriss Kross, House of Pain, MC Hammer, Paula Abdul, Celine Dion, George Michael, TLC, Enigma, No Doubt, Colour Me Badd, EMF, Fatboy Slim, Brandy, Sheryl Crow, Lisa Loebb, , etc, etc, etc, etc had much more bigger hits lasting months in the pop charts than any of these artists they love to mention.

Like why??? Why?? It makes me want to smash my head against the wall. This is historical revisionism. Please just STOP it, stop describing a decade you didn't experience if you were younger than 12 years old.

[roosterscockpit]

Their First Halloween All Together | H.C |

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Happy Halloween! Be safe! Check your candy, babes!! 🎃🫶🏼🍭

Bradley wakes up super early to go to the store to get a bunch of spooky decorations for the inside of the house.

Makes Leia and you a spooky basket full of everything you both love.

Decorates the kitchen area with skeletons, ghosts, spiders/spiderwebs, strings bat fairy lights all over and sets up all the Halloween activities.

Plays Nightmare Before Christmas as background noise. 

Cuts up a white bed sheet and drapes it over himself.

Runs into his sleeping daughter’s room and dumps a bucket of candy on her to wake her up

Jumps on her bed in his ghost costume until she wakes up. 

Cuts a white pillow cover for her to wear.

They stand in front of your door and look at each other. They nod in unison and Bradley swings the door open. They run into your room and scare the shit out of you. 

Makes both of you jack-o-lantern pancakes in the morning. 

Carves pumpkins with Leia. Bradley carves a ghost with aviators with a sick mustache. You help Leia and she carves a scary face with a mustache and names it spooky doddle-doo.

Bradley gives you your spooky basket. It has skeleton-printed socks, a Starbucks card, a squishy stress ball in the shape of a pumpkin, a cute pumpkin-headed teddy bear, a pumpkin cake pop, a pumpkin spice-scented candle, a wine glass that says, “I need more boos” and your favorite candy, a KitKat. But the king size with 16 pieces.

He gives Leia hers. It has cute jack-o-lantern spooky slides, a shirt that says “Creep it Real” with a skateboarding ghost, black and green striped socks, a pumpkin cake pop, an Oogie Boogie plushie, squishy toys in the shape of a skeleton head, a cat head, and a pumpkin, Halloween themed hair bows, and a bunch of different candies. 

Bradley runs to his bronco for another surprise. He comes in with matching pajamas for the three of you. They are mummy themed. Your’s says “Mummy”. Bradley’s says, “Dadcula.” Leia’s says, “Lil’ Monster.” 

You and Bradley decorate cookies with Leia. Leia makes a zombie pilot and says it looks like her papa Mav.

You all make cupcakes together. Bradley and Leia team up and throw flour at you. After you are done making them, Bradley feeds you one and smashes it into your face. Leia licks the icing off of your nose.

Bradley helps Leia dress into her costume. He adds the finishing touches and kisses her nose. “You look good, baby girl.” He steps back and admires his masterpiece, “Really good.” They nod in unison.

You dressed up as a vampire.

Bradley comes out into the living room wearing his flight suit. You admire how hot he looks.

“And I present to you… Mini Rooster!” He throws his hands to the side of him and out emerges Leia in a small version of Bradley’s flight suit. She’s wearing a fake mustache and a pair of Bradley’s aviators. 

Leia sings danger zone while you and Bradley die of laughter.

You and Bradley load the car with sleeping bags and the new pajamas Bradley got you all.

You and Bradley bring Leia to Penny’s house for her first house to get candy. Mav and Penny open the door and laugh hysterically. 

Mav wants to fit in so he goes and throws his flight suit on too. The three of them stand together to take pictures.

You and Penny die internally of a cuteness overload.

Leia finishes trick-or-treating and comes back with a Star Wars pillowcase full of treats. 

Bradley checks her candy and eats at least a quarter of it as he “checks.”

You all go to Mav's hangar for a Halloween party. 

You and Bradley bring out all the sweets you three made at home. Everyone goes after them.

The squad sees Leia and dies of laughter. They think it's the cutest thing ever. They all take turns taking pictures with her in Mav's P-51.

All of the dagger squad are dressed up as scary monsters for the haunted house Mav created for Leia and the other kids. 

Leia is the only kid not scared through the whole house. 

She says hi and gives hugs to all the dagger squad while she goes through. All of the other kids hide behind her.

When they reach the end, Mav opens the curtain to let them out.

Leia screams bloody murder. Mav is confused.

“Sorry Papa, you’re the scariest monster here.”

The squad members come out of their hiding spots and laugh at Mav.

Mav is just in his regular old flight suit.

Mav has a Halloween Party playlist playing and everyone is dancing. 

Thriller comes on and everyone dances. Bradley and Hangman lead the group. 

Leia shares her candy with everyone’s kids. 

Mav set up a bunch of games for the kids. The favorite one being ghost bowling. Rolling a pumpkin at a bunch of toilet paper rolls with ghost faces drawn on them.

Another being pin the spider on the web. 

The adults had a pumpkin carving contest. All the couples were pairs for teams. 

The winners were Cyclone and Davina ( @cycbaby​ ) for their drunk pumpkin throwing up. 

They won a Halloween-themed bath box. It had various bath bombs in the shape of a pumpkin, ghost, and skeleton. 

Cyclone gave Davina a devious look when they opened it. “We can use these later.” 

Bradley overheard and yelled, “Baby Typhoon underway!” Everyone joined in.

Cyclone winked over at Davina, “Halloween means spooky sex.”

Penny brought batches of Jell-O shots for a game of trick-or-treat shots. A bunch of Jell-O shots with 1 that actually had alcohol.

Whoever would get the one with alcohol had to get a pie pan of whipped cream to their face. 

Hangman and Bob were the unlucky ones. 

There was a spooky Photo Booth. Everyone crammed into it and took pictures.

Mav had a scrapbook outside the booth for everyone to glue a copy of their pictures and write something.

You, Bradley, and Leia took a picture and put it in Mav’s book. You were biting Bradley’s neck as Leia was mimicking a scream. 

Bradley wrote, “A pain in my neck.”

After the party, everyone changes from their costumes into Halloween-themed Pjs and set up their sleeping bags all around Mav’s hangar.

Mav pulls out the projector.

You, Bradley, and Leia change into your matching pajamas.

You all watch Halloween movies for the rest of the night. 

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[nataliescatorccioapologist]

About Me

Basic info:

💕22

💕She/Her

💕Lesbian

💕About as femme/lipstick as they come

💕Fave color: Pink

💕Libra

Yellowjackets stuff:

🐝Top 4 (in order): Natalie, Lottie, Misty, Taissa

🐝Ships I love (in order): Lottienat, Jackienat, Shaunajackie, Taivan, Lottielee, Shaunanat, and Travnat (controversial I know but their relationship is so tragic and narratively interesting and I’ll defend it to my grave, Lottienat is better tho and I still believe Nat is a girlkisser)

🐝Top episodes (in no particular order): 1x01 “Pilot”, 1x04 “Bear Down”, 1x07 “No Compass”, 1x09 “Doomcoming”, 2x02 “Edible Complex”, 2x08 “It Chooses”, 2x09 “Storytelling”

🐝Season 2 defender

🐝Nat is a bisexual icon and I love her

Music

🎶Fleetwood Mac, Pink Floyd, Veruca Salt, Kali Uchis, Wolf Alice, Taylor Swift, Rina Sawayama, ELO, Paramore, Wet Leg, Florence + The Machine, ABBA, Britney, boygenius, Hozier, Kilo Kish, The Cranberries, Garbage, Radiohead, Mitski, Blue Oyster Cult, The Smashing Pumpkins, Spice Girls, The Marías, Tyler, The Creator, Hole

🎶Albums: The Wall (Pink Floyd), SAWAYAMA (Rina Sawayama), Rumors (Fleetwood Mac), AMERICAN GURL (Kilo Kish), Hold the Girl (Rina Sawayama), Blackout (Britney Spears), Hozier (Hozier), Riot! (Paramore), Bella Donna (Stevie Nicks), RINA (Rina Sawayama), Animals (Pink Floyd), Unreal, Unearth (Hozier), American Thighs (Veruca Salt), Rainbow (Kesha), Visions of a Life (Wolf Alice), Blue Weekend (Wolf Alice)

🎶Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0tFsIdaXRSFkaMUQrwhZvA?si=Hr6p79KAQXSSxxsKTZBs_g&pi=u-if_1Fg-ESvKx

TV Shows

📺Yellowjackets

📺Doctor Who

📺Adventure Time

📺Breaking Bad

📺Arcane

📺Supernatural

📺BoJack Horseman

📺Black Mirror

📺White Lotus

📺The L Word

📺The Office

📺Over The Garden Wall

📺Shameless

📺American Horror Story

[inbarfink]

List of which songs are included on each Polka under the cut

Polkas on 45: "Jocko Homo" by Devo, "Smoke on the Water" by Deep Purple, "Sex (I'm a …)" by Berlin, "Hey Jude" by The Beatles, "L.A. Woman" by the Doors, "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" by Iron Butterfly, "Hey Joe" by Jimi Hendrix, "Burning Down the House" by Talking Heads, "Hot Blooded" by Foreigner, "Every Breath You Take" by The Police, "Should I Stay or Should I Go" by the Clash, "Jumpin' Jack Flash" by the Rolling Stones, "My Generation" by the Who

Hooked on Polkas: "Twelfth Street Rag" by Euday L. Bowman, "State of Shock" by The Jacksons and Mick Jagger, "Sharp Dressed Man" by ZZ Top, "What's Love Got to Do with It" by Tina Turner, "Method of Modern Love" by Hall & Oates, "Owner of a Lonely Heart" by Yes, "We're Not Gonna Take It" by Twisted Sister, "99 Luftballons" by Nena, "Footloose" by Kenny Loggins, "The Reflex" by Duran Duran, "Bang Your Head (Metal Health)" by Quiet Riot, "Relax" by Frankie Goes to Hollywood

Polka Party!: "Sledgehammer" by Peter Gabriel, "Sussudio" by Phil Collins, "Party All the Time" by Eddie Murphy, "Say You, Say Me" by Lionel Richie, "Freeway of Love" by Aretha Franklin, "What You Need" by INXS, "Harlem Shuffle" by The Rolling Stones, "Venus" by Bananarama, "Nasty" by Janet Jackson, "Rock Me Amadeus" by Falco, "Shout" by Tears for Fears, "Papa Don't Preach" by Madonna

The Hot Rocks Polka: "It's Only Rock 'n Roll (But I Like It)", "Brown Sugar", "You Can't Always Get What You Want", "Honky Tonk Women", "Under My Thumb", "Ruby Tuesday", "Miss You", "Sympathy for the Devil", "Get Off of My Cloud", "Shattered", "Let's Spend the Night Together", "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction" - all by The Rolling Stones

Polka Your Eyes Out: "Cradle of Love" by Billy Idol, "Tom's Diner" by DNA featuring Suzanne Vega, "Love Shack" by the B-52's, "Pump Up the Jam" by Technotronic, "Losing My Religion" by R.E.M., "Unbelievable" by EMF, "Do Me!" by Bell Biv DeVoe, "Enter Sandman" by Metallica, "The Humpty Dance" by Digital Underground, "Cherry Pie" by Warrant, "Miss You Much" by Janet Jackson, "I Touch Myself" by Divinyls, "Dr. Feelgood" by Mötley Crüe, "Ice Ice Baby" by Vanilla Ice

Bohemian Polka: "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen

The Alternative Polka: "Loser" by Beck, "Sex Type Thing" by Stone Temple Pilots, "All I Wanna Do" by Sheryl Crow, "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails, "Bang and Blame" by R.E.M., "You Oughta Know" by Alanis Morissette, "Bullet with Butterfly Wings" by The Smashing Pumpkins, "My Friends" by Red Hot Chili Peppers, "I'll Stick Around" by Foo Fighters, "Black Hole Sun" by Soundgarden, "Basket Case" by Green Day

Polka Power!: "Wannabe" by the Spice Girls, "Flagpole Sitta" by Harvey Danger, "Ghetto Supastar (That Is What You Are)" by Pras featuring Ol' Dirty Bastard and Mýa, "Everybody (Backstreet's Back)" by the Backstreet Boys, "Walkin' on the Sun" by Smash Mouth, "Intergalactic" by the Beastie Boys, "Tubthumping" by Chumbawamba, "Ray of Light" by Madonna, "Push" by Matchbox Twenty, "Semi-Charmed Life" by Third Eye Blind, "The Dope Show" by Marilyn Manson, "MMMBop" by Hanson, "Sex and Candy" by Marcy Playground, "Closing Time" by Semisonic

Angry White Boy Polka: "Last Resort" by Papa Roach, "Chop Suey!" by System of a Down, "Get Free" by The Vines, "Hate to Say I Told You So" by The Hives, "Fell in Love with a Girl" by The White Stripes, "Last Nite" by The Strokes, "Down with the Sickness" by Disturbed, "Renegades of Funk" by Rage Against the Machine, "My Way" by Limp Bizkit, "Outside" by Staind, "Bawitdaba" by Kid Rock, "Youth of the Nation" by P.O.D., "The Real Slim Shady" by Eminem

Polkarama!: "Chicken Dance" by Werner Thomas, "Let's Get It Started" by Black Eyed Peas, "Take Me Out" by Franz Ferdinand, "Beverly Hills" by Weezer, "Speed of Sound" by Coldplay, "Float On" by Modest Mouse, "Feel Good Inc." by Gorillaz featuring De La Soul, "Don't Cha" by The Pussycat Dolls featuring Busta Rhymes, "Somebody Told Me" by The Killers, "Slither" by Velvet Revolver, "Candy Shop" by 50 Cent featuring Olivia, "Drop It Like It's Hot" by Snoop Dogg featuring Pharrell Williams, "Pon de Replay" by Rihanna, "Gold Digger" by Kanye West featuring Jamie Foxx

Polka Face: "Poker Face" by Lady Gaga, "Womanizer" by Britney Spears, "Right Round" by Flo Rida ft. Kesha, "Day 'n' Nite" by Kid Cudi, "Need You Now" by Lady Antebellum, "Baby" by Justin Bieber ft. Ludacris, "So What" by Pink, "I Kissed a Girl" by Katy Perry, "Fireflies" by Owl City, "Blame It" by Jamie Foxx ft. T-Pain, "Replay" by Iyaz, "Down" by Jay Sean ft. Lil Wayne, "Break Your Heart" by Taio Cruz ft. Ludacris, "Tik Tok" by Kesha

NOW That's What I Call Polka!: "Wrecking Ball" by Miley Cyrus, "Pumped Up Kicks" by Foster the People, "Best Song Ever" by One Direction, "Gangnam Style" by Psy, "Call Me Maybe" by Carly Rae Jepsen, "Scream & Shout" by will.i.am feat. Britney Spears, "Somebody That I Used to Know" by Gotye feat. Kimbra, "Timber" by Pitbull feat. Kesha, "Sexy and I Know It" by LMFAO, "Thrift Shop" by Macklemore & Ryan Lewis feat. Wanz, "Get Lucky" by Daft Punk feat. Pharrell Williams

[tatooineknights]

Luke Skywalker - The Empire Strikes Back (1980)

[quietly-by-myself]

A Wicked Work of Art Masterlist

Chapters:

Pilot/Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Characters:

Constantine

Vasiliki

Akakios

Asimi

Stergios

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⋆｡°✩ Critical Interview Questions for Potential Room & Crewmates ✩°｡⋆ (Eleventh Visit) [added 11/22]

Version 1: Brief Explicit Content* 18+ only | no use of y/n | series | word count: 6723. brief/light mentions of oral sex, overstimulation, exhibitionism, light degradation/praise/use of the term "slut" (affectionate).

Version 2: No Explicit Content* smut-free | no use of y/n | series | word count: 6,111.

you take rocket on a fall-themed date. unbeknownst to you, he also has plans: specifically, to introduce you to some potential roommates. pure autumnal domestic fluff. no plot, some references to a romantic relationship. just pumpkin-spiced, apple-scented, maple-flavored FLUFF. like, so fluffy it might actually be boring (hey this is a -quel to The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl so it's not like you haven't been warned). comics-rocket-based but you do not need any comics-knowledge to ride this ride. you don't need to start at the beginning of this series, but it would make it more fun (and allow some references to make more sense).

need to catch up? read ⋆｡°✩ Domestic Scenes in Space Travel ✩°｡⋆ aka The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl

You’d been intent on making this time with Rocket as painless as possible, so you’ve done all your research in the preceding weeks, picking a location that tends to only have a few visitors this time of year - and especially at this time of day. It’s mid-morning in the middle of the week, and you’re hoping that fewer “Earthers” means fewer stares that your boyfriend has to endure. You wait in the rear doorway of your tiny new house - well, new to you - when he lands in the little clearing of your backyard, surrounded by trees that scratch the dove-gray sky with bare branches and flakes of bright gold. The small ship is whisper-quiet, landing with only the sound of pleasantly-crackling leaves, crispy and burnt-brown on the clover-dense lawn. You pull the long sleeves of your sweatshirt over your fingers - making little fabric-soft paws of your hands - and lean against the doorframe with your hip. You can’t stop the little smile you’ve been keeping in the corner of your mouth, like a secret. When the hatch opens, he strolls down the ramp leisurely: hands in pockets, brows and mouth flattened into practiced nonchalance. He can’t fool you, though: his whiskey-red eyes flick to you again and again while he pretends to peruse his surroundings, and every time, they gleam a little softer and a little brighter.

⋆｡°✩ read more on ao3 (brief explicit content) ⋆｡°✩ read more on ao3 (smut-free)

*this is intended to be read as two chapters; it is two almost-identical versions of the same one-shot. version (chapter) one has some super-brief smutty references. version (chapter) two is clean but there are some references to reader and rocket being in a romantic/sexual relationship.

[jaidens]

pumpkin spice latte w/ extra whip and carmel w/ my baby rooster 😋😋 also completly disregard this plot if you want but seeing rooster after he’s been away yk at top gun for a while so r surprises him >:)))

And want you now, wanna need you forever In the heat of your electric touch, mm-mm

pairing [s] : bradley bradshaw x reader

warning [s] : mentions of : crying, making out, sex |

a/n [s] : my baby doll dal 🫶 requests are open!

It had been six continuous months without seeing your Bradley in real life. The scent of his cologne and musk had disappeared from your bed and his pillow, causing you to go after anything that has reminded you of him. Whenever you were invited to visit him in Top Gun after they were given a three-week break after a joyous win, you decided to immediately take it.

Deciding to not tell Bradley had killed you, as you watched him through the FaceTime call as he slept in a lonely house by himself. You told him your phone was getting repairs to cover up your five hour flight to where he was drafted, it worked surprisingly well. The flight was long, but your discount with it has given you First-Class seats with many helps from flight attendants to try and help your experiences.

When you landed in hot and humid, San Diego you were almost immediately dehydrated. You had called Penny and Maverick to pick you up from the airport, begging to keep everything a secret. Surprisingly, they kept it quiet and Pete told you he had told them he was taking Penny on a date tonight. The nerves were messing with your head as you mess with the hem of your (Bradley’s) Hawaiian shirt. It was a light and soft pink color, and you swore it looked better on him than it did you. Bradley would disagree, saying it was his favorite shirt you had worn.

“Hot as hell here, jeez.” You joke flapping a piece of paper against your face to try and cool yourself down. Even with the extreme cold air blasting on your face, sweat had still dripped from you. You couldn't tell if it was the nerves in your head about seeing Bradley, or the heat. If you had to assume it had probably been both electives. “I know. Bradley pretty much is shirtless half of the time. I’m tired of it.” Amy says next to you, tapping on her phone.

You laugh as you think of Bradley, who is extremely typical to get naked when it's over 95 degrees outside. You decided to call Jessica, Hangman's long-term girlfriend who had also decided to surprise her big hunk of man on the same day as you. She told you how the pilots were meeting at The Hard Deck and how most of the Navy wives were doing the same. You agreed with her and told Penny and Maverick to take you there for him.

Suddenly it all started to hit you: You would see Bradley in under three minutes after months of missing, crying, and taking screenshots of him on the phone. Maverick pulls into the sandy deck of the bar and parks the car. He looks in the mirror and looks at you. “You ready, kid?” He asks and you nod, opening the door and following after the older woman who had already been walking in. The bar wasn't that crowded, only having pilots and other people that had gotten off of work earlier. It was five o'clock when you landed, so now it was six.

The bar is playing some eighties hits loudly, some rowdy people dancing around with drinks in their hands. You touch yourself up in your phone camera, take a big breath in, and start walking into the back corner of the bar where the pilots stayed. That's whenever you saw Bradley, whooping and hollering about winning the 8-ball game with Phoenix and Bob. Jake and Jessica are rubbing up against each other, kissing and hugging on every second, looking like high school couples in the hallways.

You walk up behind Bradley and when he bends over to hit a ball, you slam up behind and put your hands in the front pockets of his 1980s Levi's jeans. “Wanna teach me how to play?” You tease and Bradley jumps up and wraps you in his arms. His hand goes to the back of your neck and he practically jumps while practically screaming your name in pure and utter excitement at your presence.

“You didn't tell me you were coming!” He pulls away for a second to look at your face, before pulling you back in and wrapping harder around your body. The feeling envelopes you tightly and you feel the need to melt in his arms. “It's a surprise, dummy. Are you surprised?” You ask and now he's nodding quickly before he drops you down and kisses you harshly. His lips are running across you as he pulls you into a bench in the other corner.

“Am I surprised? Of course!” He says sassily at you and brings you back into a deep kiss, his hand messing with the hem of your Hawaiian shirt and the other against your neck as he holds you up in the kiss with him. He's warm and touchy throughout the sweet moment and he takes like a Cranberry Vodka. “Love you, so much.”

“Awh, I love you too honey.” Your hand runs through his fluffy hair that's been lightened from hours of sun, and you stare at this tan skin with freckles littering against his cheeks and nose. His fingers mess with the rips on your shorts and he kisses against your cheek. “God, I missed you so much.” Jessica waves at you and giggles as Jake kisses her away from attention. You laugh at his antics before Bradley pulls your chin and kisses you once more, and you stare into his deep green eyes.

“Thank you for visiting, so much.” Bradley speaks softly in your ear. “Always, and forever when I can.”

[misscrazyfangirl321]

Ask right back at ya! <3 If Helen Magnus showed up at your place right now, how would you react / what would you guys do while hanging out?

... Okay listen

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This is a DELIGHTFUL ask

And I need you to understand what a terrifying mental image it is.

Because the thing about Helen Magnus, right, is she does not "hang out." She explicitly says as much in one episode; it's just not her personality. (Except in the pilot it's clearly established that she 'hangs out with'/has lunch with her friends, but the stuff ignored from the pilot is. A whole other conversation.)

Also, I'm getting ready for bed.

So what you're describing is a scenario where I'm about to crawl into bed and a woman who literally only shows up when there are Monsters Beyond My Comprehension in the area.

.... Honestly, though, I feel like I'd be down to jump in for the Monster-Rescuing. Maybe. Honestly that's probably wishful thinking, but hey, that's what fandom is for, right? So, yeah, we find the creature together, I get a glimpse into the world of the impossible, I offer her tea as thanks and she accepts, then realizes I make it in the microwave and is Offended In British.

OH. But also I really, really want to get her to try a pumpkin spice latte, because the woman "hates coffee," but she probably hasn't had it since the 1800s the FIRST time she was there, and, yknow, we've made a few improvements.