#No Time

[the-ace-with-spades]

Okay, I'm so hoping someone wrote a fic like that but TGM hangster AU where Rooster attends Ice's funeral and falls asleep that night to wake up ten years in the past and be given another chance to fix the timeline

Imagine the funeral scene from the movie. Bradley stands in the row with other Navy personnel - Hondo on his right, aware he is, or was Maverick and Iceman's kid in all but blood; Phoenix on his left, wordlessly wondering why he looks like his world has just fallen apart.

And Jake, glancing at him over Phoenix's head, looking and seeing something, again, just like ten years ago, right before the bad arguments started and they broke up.

Mav stands there, close to the casket, with the rest of Ice's family, glancing at Bradley when the missing man formation flies over, like he's asking him to step away from the faceless personnel and join him there, at the casket of a man who was like a father to him in all his teenage years.

And Bradley doesn't step away. He stays still, not able to breathe, because he doesn't deserve to step away. He made that choice, over and over again, the past fifteen years.

He avoids Mav's gaze when he pins his wings to Ice's casket. Avoids the desire to take off his own wings and give them all back, all away, just for the chance of turning the time back, just to try and fix all they weren't worth, in the end.

The ceremony finishes and people who aren't invited to the private wake make their move. Bradley stays in place, watching the small group of admirals, retired personnel and other family and friends gather around Mav, until he disappears behind the heads and uniforms.

Bradley stays put, until the tears come, slowly as he blinks and blinks.

Jake looks back, stops a few feet away, and looks back.

"Are you--" he doesn't finish, because there's no point. Are you crying. He can see it on Bradley's face, still so confused about why. He takes a step back, closer toward Bradley, and asks, "What's going on?"

And Bradley can't say anything -- this is the part of himself he's never let Jake know anything about. The part he's never been able to tell Jake, the part that made Bradley a broken man that couldn't open up all those years ago, when Jake was so desperate for him to try, try for them.

Bradley couldn't tell him, not now, when he missed all the chances in his life. Not when he's made all the wrong choices already.

So Bradley doesn't say anything. Doesn't acknowledge the tears, just... Walks away from all of it.

He doesn't want to sit in an empty apartment beating himself for something he can't undo. So he gets into the Bronco, still in his dress blues, and drives.

Just drives. Drives until he's too tired to see anything, until he needs to park on the side off the road and take a little nap.

When he wakes up, it's in the familiar bed --- the one from the standard housing he rented when he was still in flight school.

There is a familiar date on the calendar on the night stand --- 3 weeks before he gets his wings and 3 months before he ruins everything with Jake.

See, in flight school, on the Advance Strike training, Bradley and Jake were something. Bradley'd never been brave enough to give it a name. It started as flirting, then turned into something casual and kept burning faster and higher, until they entered a point where they couldn't be kept far away from each other for long. Despite renting two apartments, they spend most nights at Jake's place, sleep in the same bed, eat breakfast together and go to work and training together, on the same schedule.

3 weeks before they finished training and got their wings, that's when things started going downhill.

The phone calls started --- and the life Bradley had buried started to catch up to him. And so have Jake's questions --- and every single question about his life that Bradley avoided put another barrier between them.

It was Ice. Calling Bradley, two to three times a day, just to show up without a warning at the winging ceremony, like that would change anything.

(Bradley never connected the dots, but that must have been a month or two before Ice's cancer showed up for the first time. Maybe Ice had known already and tried to make amends, maybe he had known already and tried to fix what Mav had broken, even if Bradley was far beyond fixable, now.)

Bradley remembered that day - exactly 3 weeks before the winging ceremony, the first phone calls came in in the morning. Jake was in bed with him, cuddled into Bradley's side, sleep-mused hair sticking out, his big green eyes looking at Bradley expectantly, Bradley's Nokia vibrating on the nightstand, again and again, a familiar number not saved in Bradley's contact flashing on the screen again and again.

"This is the third time it's ringing already. Why don't you pick up and find out who is that and what they want?"

Bradley reaches for the phone and clicks the red button. Puts the phone down on the table and puts his arm back around Jake.

"Didn't want to find out who that was?" Jake asks.

Bradley remembers this as the first time he directly lied to Jake about his life, about his past. Directly denied Jake the truth. Directly started their end.

"I know who that was," he says, this time.

"Who would call you at 6.30 in the morning?"

"It was my pops," Bradley says.

Jake stills in his arm, the tension soaking through onto Bradley. "Your pops? I thought..."

"Not the biological one, just, the one that raised me later on," Bradley explains. "But you might know him as someone else already."

"I know him?"

"Kind of."

[puptrefied]

hiiii! been a lurker but love your writing lots. Saw you wanted some asks sooooo—

What do you think CaitVi would do with f!reader during aftercare? Like who preps the bath, cuddles, etc?

I know for a fact cait already has everything figured out. towels, water bottles, extra blankets in case the ones on the bed are wet, hell i feel like she'll even have candles with ur ( and vi's ) favorite scent on the nightstand. good thing her bathroom is big and the bathtub has space for three people! bubbles, oils, water perfectly warm and, if you are that tired, the lights dim.

this is just what my brain came up with ok but I personally think cait has a thing for pulling hair. I dunno, she just does. so yeah, she'll focus on taking care of that once y'all are done. who wants their pretty girls with messy, tangled hair? not caitlyn kiramman !

ugh just imagined her being all sweet and having her hair back in that stupid, messy ponytail and kissing your face all over and talking gently and bringing tea and and AND UGH I wanna die

vi definitely gets more physical. like, face buried into your neck while wrapping her arms around your waist like a koala type of physical. kisses, cuddles, hands everywhere at all once.

unlike cait, I don't think she'll talk much.

like, come on, this woman was in prison for years. she has no clue on what to say or do during aftercare besides running her hands up and down your sides and saying that she's too comfy to move. she will get up to clean up tho, she's not irresponsible, she just needs five minutes more in bed !

so what if it's sticky and you're sweaty? stay in bed pls :(

this is more focused on her but TELL ! HER ! SHE ! DID ! GOOD !

also, play with her hair and she's gone. has to remind herself the three of you are tired because otherwise she's dragging cait from the bathroom to the bed again even if it means hearing the bluenette complaining about the bathwater getting cold after she spent minutes trying to find the right temperature.

[tanglepelt]

Dc x dp idea 128

The Giw are completely incompetent in keeping Danny contained. They didn’t plant for a halfa. The only reason they have captured him was to keep them from destroying buildings and prevent them from hurting civilians.

That and to free full ghosts. The Giw can handle those with ease. He tends to break into government buildings often to free his people.

The fentons are not incompetent. And are ecstatic to help the cause. Since phantom is the problem. Obviously they just have to send him somewhere else.

Jack has been to other dimension before. They’d at the very least send a note. Warning of the phantom menace. How dangerous and evil he was. They couldn’t contain him. So they were wiping there hands of it.

But there town matter most. They would do anything to protect their children.

Now the league finds the note. Before Danny is sent to this dimension. They do prepare for a potential threat.

When Danny is sent to this other dimension. One there were aliens which was amazing. Two. He had to correct the contents of the letter.

Danny: no. No. No. All wrong. They are trying to kill off an entire species. The only reason they can’t contain me is I’m half human. I was stopping them from killing and experimenting on us.

[beikerfaker]

[daily-xisuma]

[248] It's him?

[jt1674]

[reverieaudios]

i think its so cool and so sweet how like interactive w all ur fans (?)

like you literally take time out of your day to answer/respond to all your asks, you reblog all posts that mention you or your characters, etc

idk sorry if this is weird, i just think its nice considering you have your own life, and yet you still take time for all of us which not a lot of people do!

I try to! I'd like to be more involved, because I really love seeing all of your ideas and creations and talking to you all! Hopefully my personal life settles down enough soon that I can spend more time with everything

Thank you, this was really sweet!

[alteroreoz]

Can I eat ur art? It's so scrumptious looking and omg it's beautiful AAAAAAHHHH 😋

*explodes*

aaw, thank you! :D and yes you can DWHWHAUAAH go right ahead....

[myimaginaryradio]

No Time - The Guess Who

[acheemient]

Uhm.... what the FUCK, What We Do In The Shadows' fans??

Who THE FUCK was gonna tell me that this guy:

Looks like THIS??:

😳

[dailyfalsesymmetry]

day 12

frogsymmetry

[vesora]

"So, this moment is a completely new reality… and this moment…and this moment. What does that do to the idea of time? It makes it malleable. It makes it yours. It makes it influence-able, instead of a static, projected, externalized phenomenon that you are somehow trapped within. “Time,” as an actual linear idea, starts to fade away in your mind, in your consciousness. And when a belief system ceases in your mind, all the limitations that came with that belief system also cease from your experience." by b. massaro

[rickless-self-indulgence]

Idk about you guys but I think this fucks

[listlessnessss]

sorry to all 30 of you. you WILL get forcibly masculinized in that sad and pathetic way THIS WEEKEND!

[thislovintime]

With Chip Douglas and Hank Cicalo during the recording of Headquarters, 1967.

Rest in peace, Hank Cicalo. According to Carole King on Facebook, he died at the age of 91 on January 31, 2024. Sincere condolences to his family and friends.

“‘No Time’ was just a Chuck Berry rip-off. We assigned it to Hank [Cicalo], who got into a little trouble about it, because engineers are not supposed to solicit songs. When RCA saw his name on the thing they thought, ‘God, he solicited this tune.’ He had to go in there and explain it to them. It was just a tip.” - Headquarters CD liner notes “We just gave him the song as a tip for being so loyal and such a wonderful engineer for so many years. He made a lot of money off that! But we wrote it; he didn’t write it.” - Micky Dolenz, ibid “He was able to make a down payment on his first house with that. They wanted everybody to have a little something extra. That’s why they said, ‘Chip, if you’ve got a song [on the album, ‘Forget That Girl,‘] then we’ll give Hank ‘No Time’ — since that was a little jam session and stuff. They were just anxious to take care of everybody, because we’d all worked on it together and put in a lot of time and a lot of effort. It was a group effort, definitely.” - Chip Douglas, ibid