#brad sucks

[shiftythrifting]

Submitted by @doctorbeverlycrusher

[spacedoutamazon]

Ain't nobody around

I'm just sitting here by myself

Relaxing on the borderline

[flateric420]

[cinnamonsprinkle-stuff]

WHY DOES BRAD LOOK INSANE THIS WHOLE MOVIE i love him. max is so cute btw, the way he laughed when he got a kiss after he won the X-Games omfg <3

[srwgrin]

GREENFLOWER MODERN HS FLOWERSHOP AU

technically lloyd works at the flower and tea shop combined with a dojo his uncle and dad created (w/ the other ninja but thats besides the point) !! and lloyd originally doesnt really like the flower & tea side of it bc its boring, plants are so boring, i do not care, UNTIL brad waltzes in one day, and he’s just UNBEARABLY nice.

eventually lloyd keeps noticing him until he cant help but start crushing and he starts studying all this extra stuff abt plants and flower arrangements and meanings just to go up to brad and be all “do you need help” and seem remotely competent at his job and maybe even impress him.

AND BRAD, captain of gardening club, owner of a bajillion plants, is so shocked that LLOYD, his long time crush from middle school to hs, who is not supposed to know he exists, who only went to the shop to maybe bask in the atmosphere after soccer practice and silently admire lloyd, is talking to him that he jumps at the chance and pretends to not know anything abt plants so he has an excuse to talk to him more! and he pretends to get excited to try a bunch of different tea and love it even though he HATES tea (he is a coffee man) because he likes seeing sensei wu, sensei garmadon, ninja, & lloyd’s reaction to him trying the tea. they’ve become very avid tea lovers.

[deluweil]

Brad, you're so cringe 🤣🤦‍♀️

Also, I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW!!

I knew Brad would shadow Bobby in the firehouse 🤣🤣🤣

Also, "they put me in a coma", hilarious.

Tim really took all the greatest hits and made them into a joke. Timmy, you suck so bad 🤣🤦‍♀️

[rosyhoneydew]

*NYC hawker voice* Bobbyshots! Come get your bobbyshots!

AKA 1k of Hotshots actor Brad Torrence blowing Bobby in his trailer :)

“I meant it” “Meant it?” Nash looks at him, brows raised. “Tip to tail,” he says and drops to his knees.

His hands slide down the length of Nash’s chest, down his thighs, and settle just above his knees, pressing hot and sure into the denim of his jeans.

It’s not the first time he’s messed around with a guy on the job, but it might be Nash’s by the way he looks utterly taken aback. Like he didn’t know what Brad meant when he'd said got something I want to run by you, come to my trailer?

He watches Nash take a deep breath in. It catches in his chest for a moment before he breathes back out. Nash’s hand hovers for a moment before it lands on his own, his fingertips curling like he’s not sure if he should peel Brad’s hand off or press it closer.

Doesn’t matter much to Brad either way - he's got options - but he’d really like to suck his guy’s cock. Been thinking about it for days.

He looks up with a little smile on his lips. He can feel the way his mouth is pouting, spit pooling, in anticipation of what he wants.

Nash moves his hand, slow, real slow, and brings it right to that spot between his legs. Fuck. Brad can feel the heat of him and he's not even touching him properly. He finishes the job, pressing right at the line of Nash’s dick, rolling his palm just a bit. Enough to tease.

He watches Nash’s mouth drop open and his hips subconsciously tilt, craving more pressure.

He doesn’t plan on making him wait long.

Brad shuffles in tighter, licking and biting at his lips while he works open Nash’s fly. When he’s got his jeans down enough to get at his cock, Brad doesn’t waste a second. He leans in and presses his mouth hot and damp over it. He traces the hard line of him with his tongue.

“Shit.” Another shaky breath from Nash. His hand reaches down to clamp onto Brad’ shoulder. He can feel Nash shaking a bit already. It’s quite the ego boost.

Brad finally pulls his cock out of his briefs, leaning down quick to press a few sucking kisses to his balls. He looks up when he feels Nash thrust forward, involuntary.

“You alright up there, Cap?” it’s a bit of a cheap shot but it seems to work. Nash grabs at his hair and tilts his head back, nodding fast.

Brad kisses the base of him one more time, then lets saliva pool on his tongue before dragging it up the length. He’s thick and weighty on the tongue, everything about him undeniably masculine. At the tip, he sucks a little, then he wraps a hand around him and angles his cock to take it down his throat.

Nash’s hands squeeze tight in his hair and Brad feels a flush rise to his cheeks. He loves this part. He takes Nash down as far as he can, lips round. He moves in languid bobs, making flat circles at the tip each time he comes up.

He's going slow, dragging it out, and he can feel Nash shuffling his weight; losing patience.

He groans in relief when Nash finally makes himself useful and pushes his head how he wants it. He fucks into Brad's mouth once, twice, and again, and then pulls him off, letting him breathe.

Brad takes the moment to work his cock with both hands, twisting and keeping the pace Nash set.

“That’s right, show me how it’s done,” he says, his voice thick and throat raw.

“Fuck,” Nash grits out.

He pulls Brad back in, shoving his cock deep and holding him there for a beat. Brad swallows around him and hears Nash moan at the sensation. God, he loves this. He reaches down to press at his own dick for a second, just a hair too hard, to curb the need.

He’s about to bring that hand back into play when Nash shuffles a bit. He’s not anticipating it and it makes him choke a second, a moan startling out of him at the shock. He glances up at Nash in question before he feels something between his thighs.

Nash has his boot out. Poised right between his legs. He moves it side to side a bit.

“Go on,” he says.

Fuck. Full of surprises, aren’t you?

Brad positions himself and grinds down once, just to get the angle right. Then he grinds down again, cuz it feels damn good. He gasps and does it again, again. Then Nash moves his head, brings it back down to his balls instead of onto his cock. Brad licks and sucks and groans at the feeling of his cock against the leather of Nash’s boot.

It’s like he’s had the tables turned on him. He’s not so much sucking the guy off as he is getting himself off, nearly humiliating himself, for the other guy to watch. He’s losing it a bit at how hot that makes him.

He’s getting fucking close so he slows himself down, and moves back to take Nash into his mouth again. He goes for it this time. He lets drool pool in his mouth and drip down the guy’s dick. His fist twists and meets his mouth in the middle, but he keeps slipping. He’s gagging on every third bob and it’s fucking hot the way it makes Nash gasp and shove himself deeper.

“Close,” Nash bites out. When Brad looks up at him his head’s tilted back, eyes squeezed shut.

He speeds up, manages a hard thrust against his boot that has him moaning too loud in sweet shock.

“Shit!” Nash reels his head in one more time, holds him there and comes hot down his throat.

Brad has to pull back too soon, jerks him the rest of the way, and lets the rest of his come fall onto his tongue. He lets it sit there for a moment, wants Nash to see it. Then he swallows it down. Like a good boy.

Nash only takes a minute to recover, still breathing heavily and leaning against the wall, but he looks like his mind's clearer. He loosens his grip and pets at Brad’s hair, pressing his foot up higher, nearly lifting him.

He could pull Brad up, get a hand around him and really get him off, but he seems content to watch. He wants Brad to sit at his feet, moaning and riding his boot until he comes in his pants.

Brad whimpers at the feeling. It’s so goddamn good. He wraps his hands around Nash’s leg and humps like a fucking dog. His hips are stuttering a bit and he’s breathing hot and wet onto the guy’s pants. He can’t stop, he’s so close.

“There you go, is that what you need?” Nash coos.

Brad moans, and then Nash is sticking three fingers into his mouth and pressing on his tongue and Brad is grinding. He comes hard and long, hips moving and twisting. He feels the aftershock of it ring through his limbs.

Nash watches him for a second. He slides his fingers off of Brad's tongue to run them along his lips, playing with his mouth. Then he pulls back. Zips himself up, nice and tidy.

“Think you learned anything?” he asks and doesn’t wait for an answer, just walks out of the trailer without a look back.

[haydenhappyrave]

lisas most painful rpg yet

(id in alt)

[shelxvy]

i meant to post this before halloween but all the other drawings i made to go with it i hated dshkfdsjh

so heres the only survivor... the greenflower...,.

[fujobritta]

3×04, the two joes

[motherfuckingmaneater]

Imagine having a woman like Angelina Jolie and fucking it up. Small dick energy the rest of your life.

[moonshynecybin]

i think the one who hasn’t a chip on their shoulder is pedro because they are not that dumb but the problem is that he’s the one nawt happy with whatever the fuck is going on😭 like the vibes are going to be so weird lolol. binder ain’t got a thought behind those eyes, enea is just here for the vibes, yk they’re chill. the other side of the box tho💀💀 pedro is going to be so mad if the bike is shit next year too (100% will be) while maverick will destroy the bike with his own hands the first time he experiences the ktm management treatment. and what makes it even better is that ktm are on a financial crisis rn. like pick a struggle bro🔥🔥🔥

SO fascinated by KTM's internal implosion. red bull racing management style is uh. as we have learned perhaps not the most caring and tender of work environments... so naturally they have brought in. checks notes. guy who seems like he doesnt care half the time (not an actual read on enea just a popular perception i think) and guy who throws a dart at a board to determine qualifying postilion. should work out.

[orrsoared]

Ok, I am back to mourning Ullmark and praying to the hockey gods that Don Sweeney is fired.

[alexjcrowley]

Was watching Babylon with my dad when I got jumoscared by Brad Pitt and mesathinks that if the fucker wanted a "serious" movie about F1 instead of Talladega Nights- F1 version, his only real alternative was NOT making a shitty self-insert adaptation starting the current grid (who will probably suck at acting, let's face it), he should have done a balls to walls movie about the frankly disgusting streams of money and corruption of the F1 world, basically Babylon- F1 version, but I understand the FIA would have never allowed that. And also Brad Pitt is not Damien Chazelle.

[dreamingofleon]

i always think about how brad did jennifer and i cry every single time they were so “perfect” together. the rise and the fall of a relationship that she was deeply in love with was destroyed by a selfish man. jenn was never the same.