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Was anybody gonna tell me that the font Hangman’s call sign is written in on his helmet is called Bradley or was I supposed to find that out through a Portuguese twitter post I saw on Pinterest myself

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headcanoning the daggers rides bc why the hell not

natasha and javy drive a chevy silverado that look EXACTLY alike down to the group friendship bracelets hanging on the mirrors (like i’ve said. they have both gotten so confused over who’s car it is that they have tried forcing open and breaking into each other’s vehicle on more than 10 different occasions)

natasha has accidentally fucked up the handle on javy’s truck bc she doesn’t stop at confusion and j tries brute forcing it — to the point that “time to play chevy roulette” is a regular saying. and they had to put one of those glitter letters for their initials on the windshield. (the group swaps them constantly as a prank)

mickey drives an absolutely fucked up 2003 jeep compass that he swears up and down works even though the engine sounds like a plane slowly being pushed into a wood chipper and the suspensions fucked and it has a whopping 275k miles. the windows don’t work. the air conditioning is mostly loud, hot breathing, and it’s been beat to shit by birds who want to commit suicide and know that this car leaves no survivors.

he has to get a ride from EVERYBODY bc it actually starts 3/10 times, but he refuses to give it up. this car has followed him everywhere. every time one of them has the misfortune to get into it, they shoot a farewell text to their loved ones and genuinely become religious.

reuben drives a fucking prius with a clear back bc of course he does. and he’s insufferable abt his mileage. he even has an EV charger in his garage. he spoils the hell out of his baby. “i care about the environment” then why are you going to get the premium car washes every other week bro. YOU’RE IN A DROUGHT. it’s a car, let’s be so serious. he has read the manual in the glovebox almost as much as he has read the NATOPS manual. the group is convinced he sleeps with it by his bedside.

he has a “no drinks and food allowed” rule that gets thrown out the window bc he religiously vacuums every seat anyway.

bob drives a subaru crosstrek. well, not really, actually. he rides a bike to work most days. a beautiful suzuki that he actually covers with a tarp when not in use like an old piano. natasha’s knees buckle when she realizes that the very animated biker she always manages to be behind while stopped at a red light is actually just bob.

and man is he good. he and mav have actually unknowingly ridden together most work days as bike buddies. he can he keep up like he’s in tron. also, he’s got tassles on the handlebars because why the fuck not.

bradley’s infamous bronco. it has an automatic transmission bc he has fried the clutch on every manual transmission car he has had in highschool. (2 and a half. the 3rd he gave away when he had to park up a hill and nearly rolled back and took out everybody behind him.) apart from that, he drives so well. we’re talking limousine stops, parallel parking god, so spatially aware that, once, on a long drive, he fell asleep behind the wheel and muscle memory kept him in the lanes.

broncos are pieces of shit, and break down constantly, though. so nobody believes he’s a good driver until he drives THEIR cars. downside to being driven by bradley is that he fucks with the seat and mirror settings to the point that vehicles are undriveable unless driven by him.

jake drives a goddamn bmw. a black bmw with a veterans license plate on it. and he actually shouldn’t be allowed on the road. he tailgates, weaves through traffic. he follows police cars for the thrill. he revs his engine to scare children and the elderly. the famous last words to having jake lead through unknown roads are “just follow close behind me.” and then you’ll never see him again. genuinely, all thats left is a road runner, bugs bunny outline of where his car should have been.

i’ve mentioned before, he’s shit at parking. bradley’s blood pressure skyrockets when he’s in the passenger seat. he ages 7 years, and simultaneously gets 15 years removed from his life whenever jake whips his shit into the commissary parking lots. he’s got permanent grimace-lines from being held hostage in jake’s car. but man, is it a comfortable ride when it’s stopped. did you know the seats can recline almost all the way back? isn’t that fun?

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Jake is totally the kind of guy who would have some loud and obnoxious country song as his alarm. (I'm talking Ring of fire by Johnny Cash because that's what I'm working with in the new wip... Anyway, you get the idea.)

The first time Bradley sleeps at his, the alarm goes off, blaring the insufferable Mexican trumpets like there's a whole mariachi band standing in the bedroom. He fumbles for Jake's phone to switch it off, willing his heart attack away, but he can't find it anywhere.

And Jake is still sleeping... How the hell is he still sleeping when there's a whole mariachi band in the bedroom?! So he shoves him in the shoulder a few times to get him to wake up.

It's only at his fourth "For fuck's sake, Jake, wake the fuck up!" when Jake finally stirs and reaches for the phone under his pillow to stop the current onslaught of trumpets threatening to burst Bradley's ear drums.

Bradley falls back into the sheets heavily. He's shell shocked and suddenly very tired. "What the fuck was that? "

Jake lifts his head up in a half hearted attempt to not fall asleep again. "Alarm. Forgot to switch it off yesterday," he slurs, burying his head back into the pillow, curling around Bradley.

"I hate you," Bradley breathes out shakily, still partly annoyed, but mostly incredibly fond.

"Mhmm... I love you too."

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found this on tw and omg OMG yea no cmon guys someone HAS to write a fic about this

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still the best video ever

Ice: *Falls off the top bunk*

Ice: Hey Ron

Slider, on the bottom bunk raising his eyebrow: Hey Tommy

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excuse me for stating the obvious but like. james gunn outright calling superman an immigrant and doubling down on it when he got backlash (because he IS an immigrant, that's the point of superman) + the in-movie dialogue of "aren't you going to read me my rights?" "you're an extraterrestrial, son. you haven't got any rights to read." + the violence of his arrest and how they torture and mistreat him unapologetically, all under the guise of "protecting america", in a film releasing during the onslaught of violent ICE kidnappings and abuse... yeah it's really no wonder right-wing knobheads are crying about this being woke. they're being forced to look directly at the reasons one of the most well-known and beloved heroes of all time would not be on their side. and that's only ONE of the reasons this movie covers

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This is so stupid I’m so sorry

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I was never into the superbat ship until now. This Clark FUCKS and this Bruce CRIES DURING SEX.

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At the playground with baby Goose

Maverick (Watching Bradley; sighing and leaning his head on Ice’s shoulder): Oh… I think 6 would be just right.

Ice: 6

Ice: …

Ice: 6 what?

Maverick: :)

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  ― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body

[text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.]

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It makes me giggle and kick my feet when I think about the slight height difference between them.

Jake isn’t considered short, he’s 6’0. I just know in my bones that he’s probably been taller than most of the people he’s been with before.

Bradley is 6’1, he’s tall like his dad. He’s also probably used to being taller than most people he’s been with.

So when they finally get together in the end, I feel like Bradley doesn’t really notice he’s taller than Jake because it’s not by much. Jake would notice though, and it would drive him crazy.

Having to slightly lean up to kiss him. Something being just barely out of his reach, but Bradley can get it. Having to slightly look up at him when talking.

It would drive him crazy.

Bradley would eventually start to catch on to things and start to pick on him about it. I just imagine Jake being grumpy and pouting every time it gets brought up and Bradley kissing the pout right off his face.

They’re so adorable😭

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chronic migraine havers rise up

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Wolfman:…I have something to tell you, but I don’t want you to freak out.

Slider: OK…

Wolfman: So promise me you won’t freak out.

Slider: Alright, Wolfman. I promise I won’t freak out.

Wolfman: It’s been cited from numerous sources that Bradley and his new boyfriend Jake are exactly like Maverick and Ice used to be.

Slider:………………Well, that’s not possible, Henry. See, cuz there’s winners and there’s losers, and God wouldn’t do that to me.

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you used to be able to go onto a tag after finishing a movie and see all sorts of gifsets. now you have to comb through reader insert fanfiction. we used to be a society