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VFX Breakdown of the Vault Scene in THUNDERBOLTS*

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NOTTING HILL 1999 — dir. Roger Michell

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dancing in convertibles

By: @coconutcordiale | coconutcordiale

For: @katiesharms | davidbyrne

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw/Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Rating: M

Word count: 5,280

Summary: “He’s not that great,” Jake mumbles.

“You’re only saying that ‘cause he’s your ex,” Charlotte accuses, but it’s without malice. He thinks.

“I’m really not.”

It’s not a lie, since they never actually dated, but it’s not like he’s going to admit that out loud.

COLLECTION

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screaming crying throwing up you’re the best georg!!!!

we were young, dumb, taking our chance

By: @paulmezcal | discosleaze

For: @coconutcordiale | coconutcordiale

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw/Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Rating: E

Word count: 10,907

Summary: “Marriage pact. If you guys don’t get married by the time you’re thirty, you have to marry each other.”

“Jesus Christ,” Bradley mutters, “You guys are psychotic. We are not getting married on a dare.”

“Aw, darling, are you saying we’d get married outside of a dare?” Jake taunts. Bradley kicks him under the table.

COLLECTION

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you next to me (aka 3 times there was only one bed and 1 time there were too many) found here

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34 & 65, jakebradley, xo

(ignoring the fact that you did numbers and not dates :squint:) 34/feb 4 2023 - a sunday kind of love

and i'm on a lonely road that leads to nowhere/i need a sunday kind of love

bradley's first (and probably, if he's being honest with himself, only) memory of father is hazy. warm, dreamy, diluted, like it's been soaked in sepia. if he thinks hard enough, he remembers (or invites) his dad's curly hair, his long limbs, his boisterous laugh, all of it wrapped around his mother as they sway in the kitchen.

for a while, to him, that's what love was. holding your wife in the middle of your kitchen on sunday morning, swaying clumsily to the record playing from the living room, not caring about the pancakes getting burnt. bradley never cared that his breakfast was late and messed up; he wanted to live in that love that blanketed their whole house.

he spent a lot of his 20s chasing that feeling, that half dream, half fantasy of the perfect life. fell into and out of beds and relationships and had his heart pulverized by jake seresin.

(here is where jake would always interject. "i think we were equal opportunity pulverizers. we liked to take turns," he'd say, with a wink lascivious enough to make bradley shiver).

love, after that, became even more of a pie in the sky. just another thing out of bradley's reach. until it's not.

post-mission (pretty much immediately post, as soon as bradley walks out of medical), jake corners him against a wall and kisses the lights out of him. and then he follows bradley home when they dock, and never leaves.

bradley keeps waiting for it to be difficult. for it to fall apart like it did the first time. for jake to look at him and decide he isn't worth it, isn't worth bradley's high walls and terrible communication, worth the nightmares that predate the mission but have only gotten worse since, worth the stupid arguments they still can't stop getting into.

but no matter what, bradley wakes up every morning to see jake's sleeping face. it seeps in slowly, through early mornings and late nights, afternoon runs and evenings at the hard deck. bradley pays it no mind but all of a sudden, his life has that dreamy quality that he hasn't experienced since he was 3 years old.

"i love you," jake says first, because he was always the brave one. it's early in this new relationship, but deep into their knowing each other.

"i—" bradley starts and stops, the words like a brick in his throat. after a pause, jake speaks again.

"i know," he says softly, "take your time."

he's spent so much time thinking that this kind of love wasn't in the cards for him. that he used it all up too early on, soaking in it like a greedy, ungrateful child. bradley had come to think of love as something that doesn't come easy.

but maybe it is easy. maybe it's letting jake try to distract him while he makes their eggs. it's listening to jake complain about the same pilot he's been complaining about for weeks, humming in commiseration and feeling at home as jake's voice blankets him. it's wrapping his arms around jake and swaying with him in the kitchen, the same etta james record his father would play every sunday on.

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Mae I am so intrigued by the fact that half your titles are drink related. So I have to ask "illegal aperol spritz" and "fake basil smash"? Please tell me more! - Mo

Mo!!! Thanks so much for asking <3

I can't take credit - spotify makes a playlist called "trap mojito" so now all my music playlists (and unnamed wips) have cocktail names because i was very tickled by that. fake basil smash is fake dating (fake...smash...hehe get it...okay i'll see myself out) from bradley's pov (he's the basil, jake's is juniper idk i haven't decided which pov to go with yet), here's an excerpt:

It has nothing to do with stealing an extra few minutes of view at Hangman’s broad, glistening shoulders, at the way his minuscule shorts tighten across his thighs as he bends over to reach into the fridge. It can’t have anything to do with that because Bradley’s on a mission here. “What do you want?” Hangman asks, cold water bottle outstretched in Bradley’s direction. “Besides the water?” Bradley responds, swiping the plastic and popping the top before downing half of it in one go. Hangman snorts, leaning back against the counter next to the fridge and crossing his arms. The curl of his lip tells Bradley just how unimpressed he is at Bradley’s presence in the doorway. “The ruse of going on a run is over, you can come out and ask me now.” “Why do you think I want something?” Bradley asks when he’s done drinking, chest still heaving. Hangman waves a hand. “You’re making that face.” “I don’t make a face," Bradley protests. He's way better at poker than people give him credit for. “Tell me what you want, or I’ll push you back out the front door myself.”

illegal aperol spritz is de-aged sereshaw! they’re fwb but wake up one day with Bradley de-aged and Jake is like why am I stuck taking care of baby bradley when real bradley won’t even date me. idk if i'll ever finish this one because this is basically all i have:

“Not a baby, Jake!” Jake widens his eyes dramatically. “Sorry about that, kid. You’re right. You’re practically bigger than me.” “Am bigger than you,” Baby Bradley grumbles. Jake tries not to let his hackles rise, wanting to point out they’re nearly the same size when Bradley isn’t all child-ified. He takes a deep breath, reminding himself that there’s no logic and reasoning to be had with a five-year-old.

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thank you @acetonitril & @paulmezcal for tagging me in the wip game!

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I…procrastinate writing by coming up with names for my wips (and playlists) that amuse no one except me and have nothing to do with the fic lol also most of these have like 2 sentences in them but they’re in the folder so 🤷‍♀️

illegal aperol spritz

all of the roads

eternal liquid sunshine

jumbled mojito

fake basil smash

fake juniper smash

deceiving martini

delusional tom collins

sing songs about us in the rain

inevitable sidecar

flaming dr pepper

fleeing paper plane

you next to me

tagging anyone that’s interested in doing this! lmk and I’ll edit and tag ya

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god id wish youd shut the fuck up

wish denied

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the links should be updated now! feel free to let me know if any of them don't work for you :)

everything is crossposted on ao3 i believe as well

thanks again anon!

Hey!! I don’t know why but when i try to use this link https://callsignvalley.tumblr.com/post/691398690911453184/not-as-active-as-i-used-to-be-but-getting-back to get to your masterlist, it doesn’t work on mobile :(

Oh oops!! It’s probably cause I switched my tumblr url and ao3 name to coconutcordiale! Sorry

Thanks for letting me know nonnie I’ll fix the links 🤍

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Hey!! I don’t know why but when i try to use this link https://callsignvalley.tumblr.com/post/691398690911453184/not-as-active-as-i-used-to-be-but-getting-back to get to your masterlist, it doesn’t work on mobile :(

Oh oops!! It’s probably cause I switched my tumblr url and ao3 name to coconutcordiale! Sorry

Thanks for letting me know nonnie I’ll fix the links 🤍

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Bradley as a commercial pilot! 👀✈️

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hey! im currently making a fic recs masterlist and i was wondering if you’d be okay with me including your work? its absolutely okay if not!

that’s so kind of you anon!! That’s totally fine with me thanks for including me <3

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burnt up in the sunshine, sereshaw pool boy bradley au found here

:)

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jake LOVES everything about fall—the leaves, the weather, the spices— and he's going to make it everyone else’s (javy's) problem.

for the top gun trick or treat exchange on ao3! my giftee is the lovely ropememory.

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absolutely lovely and so them thank you Liz!!!

[hangster] cowboys

written for @callsignvalley by @katiesharms

If Bradley were to rank his top 50 Saturday activities, a rodeo wouldn’t even make the list. You could give him 100 chances, and he wouldn’t name the rodeo. But here he is, leaning against the wood fence, dust clinging to his sweaty face. Because of him.

Jake. The guy he met at the bar last night, who didn’t give Bradley his number, but did tell him a name. Enough information to track the cowboy down, to the rodeo that’s in town. Bradley catches Jake’s eye under the brim of his hat and winks. Jake’s toothpick falls into the dust.

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AMES!!! this is so nice of you I could cry! Thank you!!! for such kind words and for giving my fic a chance even though it’s not your ship 🤍

take you like a drug, hangster spicy neighbors au posted here

and it’s not even angst! 🤗