#brian taylor

[jakegyllenbaalz]

[antlerpunk]

THEATRICAL POSTER FOR 헬보이: 크룩드맨 / HELLBOY: THE CROOKED MAN (2024)

[las-microfisuras]

Brian Taylor

[crisisofinfinitemultiverses]

Aliens (1986) Poster by Brian Taylor

[charliehoennam]

rainy day in

a/n: request made here

summary: brian asks for help with his shaved hairstyle and reminisces

pairing: brian taylor x F!reader

warnings: no smut, fluff, police topics, language, playful nudge to a bit of smut towards the end

Despite being a playful man who liked to make light of most situations, Brian is accustomed to discipline and simplicity.

His years in the military only seemed to further enhance this particular aspect of his nature.

Having a shaved head was actually the standard look of the Marines and, after years of wearing the Jarhead look, he realized it was a much cheaper and low maintenance option.

That's why he decided to keep it that way even after he had retired from the military.

Missing the action the military provided with every deployment, he figured the next best thing was enlisting in the police academy.

However, Brian loved a challenge and was always yearning for more, to do more, to be more.

Moving up the ranks on the force was a no-brainer for him and he understood it would mean sacrificing time to hit the books and go back to school.

That was where you met.

You were both studying law and shared a couple classes together, in which he became the class clown.

At first, you hadn't noticed him until he cracked the funniest joke the class had ever heard. Even your professor couldn't help but laugh at him.

Most of the students gravitated towards his friendly nature that they quickly picked up on and adored him for it, so it was no surprise that he became popular so quickly.

Brian was not all fun and games though. He was very smart and had a tactical mind which was later explained when he told you about his Marine past.

You were mostly reserved and your no-nonsense nature attracted his attention rather quickly.

Although some of the girls threw themselves at his feet and at the masculine concept of a man in authority and uniform, you kept mostly to yourself.

You concentrated deeply and only on your studies instead of lingering after class to mingle a bit, which made you all the more mysterious to him.

In truth, he couldn't stop thinking about you in class or looking over at you to admire the way you bite your lower lip when you take your notes.

You caught him a couple times, mostly when the professors were going on about a certain case the class had been studying or during slide presentations when the dark classroom could hide his wandering eyes, even though you could always feel them on you.

It was the way the projector light glowed against your face. It was the way you held the cap of your pen between your lips.

Like a magnet, his eyes just always found themselves roaming back towards you, but it wasn't just him.

You felt a pull towards him as well whenever your eyes met across the classroom.

Brian was, no doubt, one of the cutest guys in the entire campus and you adored catching glimpses of his dimples whenever he smiled. Or watching his bottom lip pull to the right whenever he talked. But, it was his eyes that really did you in.

Despite the fact that you weren't the most friendly, it didn't stop you from engaging enthusiastically in debates often provoked by your professors.

That was the first thing Brian admired about you. The courage that you had you to speak your mind and the eloquent way in which you did so. And it was in one of those very debates that you had your first verbal exchange.

The topic had been a bit controversial and you both had opposing opinions on police brutality.

The way you and Brian battled back and forth, relentlessly stating supporting facts and arguments, pointing out contradictions within them had the whole class - as well as the professor - in silence as they let you go on, enjoying how you'd almost turned the classroom into a court of law.

Saved by the bell, the argument had ended when you stated scientific numbers that defended your point of view to counter his defense of being in the police force and experiencing it firsthand.

He was stunned to witness how prepared you were and your arguments were successful in making him realize he didn't have all the answers.

After class had ended, he waited by the door until you left so he could apologize for getting carried away.

You joked and said you'd think about forgiving him, so he offered to take you out to dinner to encourage your forgiveness.

It was history after that.

It's been a couple of years since that day and now, you find yourselves enjoying breakfast together on his day off in your shared apartment.

You walk towards the dining nook where Brian is already sat, sipping his black coffee as he reads the newspaper.

You instinctively reach out as you sit down beside him and lovingly rub his prickly scalp.

"Your head is getting fuzzy again. You gonna grow it out?"

"Nah. Hair takes too much work. Think you can gimme a hand again?"

"What do I get if I help you out?"

"How about I take you out for dinner?"

"I'm only joking" you chuckle surprised. "I don't need anything in return."

"I know you don't need it, but I still wanna do something nice for you."

You look out the window at the rain sprinkling against the glass as you consider his offer. But his eyes follow your gaze and he seems to read your mind.

Although it's light, you can tell from the dark clouds that there's more rain brewing in the sky still to come. The thought of getting all dolled up just to get caught in the cold rain isn't very enticing.

"How about a nice foot rub while you watch your favorite shows?"

"You don't have to do anything for me, babe. I'll help you regardless."

"I just wanna do something nice for you, baby."

"Well, I wouldn't refuse that," you reply shyly grinning from ear to ear.

"So, you see? Win-win" he smirks proudly leaning towards you to tenderly kiss your lips with slow and lazy repeated pecks.

"So?" Peck. "What do ya say?" Peck. "Gonna lemme take care of ya?" Peck.

He knows you can't say no to him when he kisses you like this.

"Alright" you giggle pulling away to admire his shit-eating grin with a gentle hand on his cheek. "I'll help you but it's not for the compensation. It's because I genuinely want to."

"Right. Cause you're such a good samaritan." He chuckles jokingly.

After breakfast, you load the dirty dishes away in the dishwasher while Brian takes a quick hot shower to soften the skin on his head and the growing hairs.

Once he's done, you take a kitchen chair to the bathroom as he gets a pair of boxers on and prepares the sink with all the things you'll need.

You can hear the rain already beating down against your apartment building outside and you're thankful you both agreed to stay in today.

"Good call on staying home, babe. Forecast said it wasn't supposed to rain 'til tomorrow."

"They fuck up sometimes though. I just really didn't want to go out today" you chuckle grabbing the shaving gel from the counter as he plants himself on the chair.

He closes his eyes and relaxes under your touch, enjoying your circling fingertips on his scalp that spread the shaving gel around.

You smile watching him nearly drift to sleep and ask if he's alright. With the job he has, Brian is used to being tense on alert all the time. Being able to simply relax without any care is a rare opportunity for him with the long hours spent circling the streets of Los Angeles.

He nods with a shameless smile and tells you how it feels when you massage his scalp.

You respond with a kiss to his forehead and continue your little massage just to let him relax a little longer.

Every stroke of the razor across his skin is done with gentle care, for which he is incredibly grateful for. You carefully swipe the sharp blades over and over and over again, pausing to rinse the hairs in the sinkful of water

Once you're done with the back, you move to stand between his legs to finish the front.

His hands wrap around the back of your thighs as they slowly slip up underneath Brian's large t-shirt that you wear as a dress.

He watches you bite your lower lip just as you used to do back in college when taking notes.

Thinking back to it, he can't believe that the same girl he thought had never even noticed him is now standing in front of him, taking care of him with such attention.

Brian's heart fills with a warm happiness as he thinks back to the early days when he'd first seen you. He never thought, in a million years, he'd have a chance to be yours. And yet, here he is.

"What should we have for dinner tonight?" you question.

"Why don't we just order in? I wanna spend some quality time with my girl" he smirks slyly cupping your asscheeks in his large hands, arousing you already.

"Sounds good to me."

[spacenoirdetective]

Brian Taylor, "Homecoming"

[american-tyger]

[gyllenhaalstories]

BRIAN TAYLOR DRABBLE ❤️

date: a day at the arcade

warnings: mentions of police related things (car chases & weapons), no smut. 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 785

photo credit: iheartjake / divider credits: @/saradika-graphics

notes: thank you to @sizzlingcloudmentality for the valentine's day shenanigans! i am once again posting the results as little fics 🥰 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

You imagined the arcade would be more crowded, on Valentine's Day. Most people had probably opted for a nice dinner or a movie. You could not be more pleased, that meant you would have plenty of time to play at your favourite machines. At first, that was what interested you the most. But when you saw that giant baby blue penguin plush on the shelf... Your plan for this date changed completely. It was so tall, it'd take up the full backseat of the car. You could not even snuggle with it in bed, or else you'd have to send Brian to the couch. And yet, you needed that fluffy baby. You had your eyes on the prize. But you knew that you needed help to win it. So your eyes focused on the second best thing in this arcade: your boyfriend.

And when Brian saw that look on your face, he knew what he had to do. Brian bought the two of you plenty of tokens. He kissed the top of your head, placed a bunch of tokens in your hand, telling you to have fun. You would meet back in an hour.

"Better start thinking of a name right now." Brian murmured after kissing your lips.

You went on your merry way, and Brian... Brian went on a mission.

He started with the racing car games. One after the other, he won the races and he collected ribbons tickets. He had learned a lot of driving tips from Mike, and they all paid off so did all of those car chases. Brian avoided the obstacles on the road and made it to the finish line each time. But eventually, a kid wanted to play with the machine so Brian cleared the way. He smiled proudly as he heard the kid discover Brian's results with shock. Yeah, Mike had taught him good.

Brian browsed the other rows of machines. He spotted you, in a different area of the arcade. You were having a lot of fun, he could tell. He checked his watch. He had just enough time left to collect all the tickets he needed. He made his way to the shooting game. He put on his sunglasses, he found that it helped to focus and get less distracted by the obnoxious lighting of the surrounding machines. He grabbed one of the plastic toy guns and he began to play.

He gathered quite the crowd: two teenagers watched in awe as Brian never missed a target. "How does he do that? He looks like a pro! I bet he's so good at Call Of Duty!" All of the comments Brian heard encouraged him to keep going. After a while, the machine started beaming and beeping. Brian had managed to beat the record set in the machine. The record he had set the last time he visited the location with you. He watched the teens' jaws drop. Out of habit, he safely aimed the gun at the floor and placed it back. He patted one of the strangers' shoulders as he walked away in triumph. It felt good to show off once in a while.

Brian started to search for you until he let your happy giggles guide his way. You turned your head at the perfect time, catching a glimpse of his victory dance. You grabbed the few tickets you won at the Pac-Man machine and you joined your boyfriend as you headed to the front desk. You fixed his sunglasses back on his head, laughing at his attitude. Tickets burst out of the pockets of his pants, he had taken his mission very seriously.

"Woah, how many did you get?" Brian celebrated your victory too when you showed him your winning tickets. "That's gotta be enough for a key chain!"

A key chain... And a slushie bigger than Brian's head. That was your best arcade day so far, and one of the best dates too. You took a sip of the drink and then you presented the straw of the big, cold cup to your boyfriend's lips. His hands were busy carrying your most prized possession.

"So, what's the name of this little guy?" Brian asked, adjusting the penguin in his grip.

"I'm gonna name it..." He chanted Brian Junior repeatedly until your rolled your eyes and declined his idea. You poked a blue tongue at him playfully. "Blue Raspberry." You earned a chuckle and a nod of approval. Not quite as good as Brian Jr, but it would have to do.

Brian pushed the door, holding it open for you with his back. As a reward, you let him drink more the slushie. He took enough sips to get brain freeze.

[cinephiledrunk]

𝑬𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 — 𝑱𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑮𝒚𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒍 𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔

[1day1movie]

Hellboy: The Crooked Man (2024) Brian Taylor.

[ald0-raine]

bro they acting like nothing happened 😭

[jakegyllenbaalz]

Hi i was wondering if you can do some brian taylor icons? I’m having trouble finding them. They can be photos from on the set and stuff too. Thank you! ❤️

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[wigglywogglrr]

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[withywindle-valley]

"Here's the horny one trying to bash it through the middle" BT please I am begging you to retire

[pookiestheoneliveson]

Brian Taylor

[josebarrmageddon]

Everybody say “Thank you, Brian Taylor”

-Jose Barr (10/30/24)