#jake hangman seresin moodboard

[topgun-imagines]

His Little Girl || Moodboard

[sarahsmi13s]

The Surfer and the Paramedic

paramedic!jake 'hangman' seresin

9-1-1, what is your emergency?

when jake was a kid he had wanted nothing more than to play pro-baseball. he loved the sport and worked his tail off to succeed. and he had great prospects to go pro. he had already committed to the texas longhorns, going to college to further his experience before going pro. he never thought he would need a back-up plan... not until his senior year when a raging storm tore through texas and devasted the towns in its path. jake and a few of his friends had made the horrible decision to chase it. only for it to turn around and chase them. the memory of the event is hazy. the visuals of it anyway. the pain? jake remembered it vividly. his leg, from the knee down, had gotten crushed by debris. it was a devastation to his life plans, his dreams. the debris crushed more than his leg... but something came out of that. jake had been saved. his got to keep his leg because of the paramedics and fire/rescue team that managed to pull him out. and that is where jake found a new opportunity. and that's where he met you. the surfer who would change his life as he saved hers...

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hey guys! i know i don't usually leave comments under these but i did mention in this post that this will have a fic to go with it! and once i can get the muse to cooperate with me on things, i will have it written.

and i do want to apologize for not getting this up last week like i said i would. i haven't been feeling quite like myself lately, but im trying to get back to it because i want to share my ideas with anyone that wants to see them. 💜

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

happy birthday! what about a rock and roll moodboard for jake?

☆★→ 𝔸𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕖'𝕤 𝔾𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕧𝕪 𝟚𝟟 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕓𝕠𝕒𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕖����𝕖𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ←★☆

gigi!! thank you! he's a rockstar babey, and he's also accidentally giving off eddie munson vibes but honestly I'm here for it so I'm not gonna complain.

[imdonnalynn]

About as moodboard as I get 😆

[littlebirdygirlywriting]

No freaking way! I love this SO MUCH!!! 😍😍😍

I present to you….

The Three Musketeers

Masterlists and summaries to come soon…

[smollilguy]

𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 '𝑒𝓂 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓁 !!

[coconutpossumden]

Hangman I Top Gun Maverick Moodboard

[goosefilms]

sidle up to the hard deck bar !

disrespect a lady , the navy , or put your cell phone on my bar ... you buy a round

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top gun: maverick ( 2022 ) moodboard

[sugarcoated-lame]

Fanfic Covers

thank you so much for the tag, my dear jana @guiltyasdave this was so much fun!! 🧡

this amazing penguin classic front cover template is by @saradika 💕

the works:

easy like sunday morning (joel miller x f!reader)

into the woods (joel miller x f!reader)

wake up call (joel miller x f!reader)

always a bridesmaid (jake seresin x f!reader)

hourglass (bradley bradshaw x f!reader)

warmth (bob floyd x f!reader)

no pressure tags: @sebsxphia @pedrospatch @sunlightmurdock @joelsdagger @hangmanssunnies @mrsmando @itsokbbygrl @gracieheartspedro @tonysopranosrobe @rhettabbotts @honeyedmiller @topherwrites @floydsglasses @floydsmuse @elusive-honeydew @aurorawritestoescape @ohtobeleah @almostfoxglove @joelsmochi @mayhem24-7forever @amanitacowboy @iknowisoundcrazy @wethairjoel @roosterbruiser @bradshawsbitch @roosterforme @punk-in-docs @joelslegalwhre @blue-aconite @whatislovevavy @glowingxeyes @magneticecstasy (sorry if you’ve already been tagged 🧡)

this was so much fun, i’d love to see all of yours! 🫶🏼

[barnesboo1967]

Texts with Tyler

[tornadeoqueen]

love can be fun, a hangster rodeo au

“No shit, you’re a Bradshaw Bradshaw?”

“Yup, Bradley Bradshaw, in the flesh.” Looking out at the crowd again, he nods his head at someone across the room who called his name.

“And you don’t ride? Because I would have known if you rode with a dumbass name like that.” Bradley just rolls his eyes. “Shit, what a waste of talent,” Jake laments, sipping his drink with a shake of his head.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Bradley drawls, “I get my thrills in other ways.” Another salacious once over, enough to send a rush of heat through Jake’s body. The insinuation is clear, heavy. Jake grins like the cat that got the cream.

or,

summer romance montage, rodeo fic style.

Read now on ao3.

[jamjjamm]

Top Gun: Maverick

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

Happy Early Birthday!!! 🥳🎉🎂🎁

May I please request Hangman + outer space AU for the moodboard celebration? 🥰

Thank you and I'm so excited to see all the moodboards you come up with!

☆★→ 𝔸𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕖'𝕤 𝔾𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕧𝕪 𝟚𝟟 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕓𝕠𝕒𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ←★☆

oh vee 🥹💗 thank you so much for sending something in for my birthday celebration. Anybody ever read The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury?? No? Just me? Somehow makes space feel like familiar yet liminal space and that's kinda what I was going for here. Hope you like it!

[thegunistop]

[arcane-vagabond]

May I present…

“We must all hang together, or assuredly we shall all hang separately.” -Benjamin Franklin.

“…if they want to have a war, let it begin here.” -Captain John Parker.

“I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country.” -Nathan Hale.

[livingtheparallellife]

Dirty Dancing Hangster AU

So this has been living in my head for far too long and I feel like I need to get it out before it consumes me completely.

Let's give it a contemporary setting, because the original one - late 80s - was unfortunately  not the best time to be gay. And although it would be a great ambience for some serious plot, I'm mostly here for the fluff of it all, so contemporary it is.

It starts with the Daggers (minus Bradley, who's  not a pilot in this universe for obvious reasons) arriving at their team building spot.

After the events of TGM, they were told the squad will be staying together permanently. So in between missions, they're sent to god-knows-where to... you know... Build the team. Make the colleagues into friends, the friends into family.

So finally, they're all here, getting their rooms and their agenda for the upcoming month. Which makes most of them almost fall on the ground (Nat! Especially Nat!) by the sheer ridiculousness of it. Like come on, they're elite pilots, why do they have badminton on their list of activities? But there's more! Dancing lessons, painting, fishing. Just... what the fuck, right? (In favour of being horrified let's ignore the ones on the list that actually sound pretty cool, like trail running, hiking, muay thai, even a baseball game.)

'Simpson must have lost his mind, man.' 'I bet he got it all mixed up and sent us on his parent's geriatric vacation instead." 'What kind of summer camp is this?!"

But then they have to move on, because ya know, agenda - apparently they're being expected at the opening night. Dinner, speeches, performances. The kind of thing a geriatric person would definitely enjoy.

And here they are, all dressed up to the nines, sitting around little round tables, dinner's done. The head of the hotel just officially welcomed them in when the music starts, loud and clear, some latin groove.

The lights switch from the now vacant stage to the center of the hall where a pair of dancers steals all the attention from the room. The woman is very beautiful, elegant yet energetic. Jake has no idea what kind of dance they're showing, but it certainly involves a lot of hips shaking and strong thighs moving and hands on skin dragging. And shit, he just now catches what his brain is on. And that would be the male dancer, wouldn't it?

His long thick thighs wrapped tightly in a dress trousers, the broad expanse of his chest and back covered in a ridiculous Hawaiian shirt, the muscles on his arms peeking from the short sleeves, flexing as he twirls his partner around. His brown curls catching honey gold colour from the lights shining on him. Jake's breath catches in his chest when he gets a glimpse of the guy's face and his deep brown eyes.

He dances like there's nothing else in the world he'd rather do. There's so much passion in his movement and so much joy shining from his face. Jake's entranced.

But also, quick reality check, he's still in the closet. Except for Javy of course. But Javy will have to kill him now, out of solidarity, because there's no way he'll survive a month in the presence of this man.

There's an applause then and Javy's kicking his shin under the table because apparently he's zoned out, but Javy knows him too well and is grinning at him like shit already.

Two days pass and he would not admit it to anyone but all of his senses are on high alert and searching for that guy from the opening night. And he gets his little rewards throughout those two days because it looks like the guy is a constant presence at this ridiculous place.

He finds out he drives a soon-to-break-apart Bronco. He learns that his dancing partner wears a wedding ring while he does not. He notices he's well acquainted with most of the officers at the hotel calling them by their names or call signs like old friends - a pat on a shoulder, a smile at the kids, a 'say hi to Judy/Jess/Emily from me', depending on the wife's name.

On breakfast on their third day there' he hits the jackpot. He's just leaving the table, rounding the corner to the coffee machine when a staff member speeds around him shouting 'Bradley!'. And lo and behold, a door opens and a mop of brown curls peeks out followed by: 'Yeah, Thomas? What is it?'

So that's how Jake gets to know his name.

Regrettably, on the fourth day there, Jake hits the bottom. He believed there could not be many worse things than having to survive a badminton match playing against a couple of retired officers, spending an afternoon sitting at the lake in various yoga poses and trying to get out of a painting class only to have to wake up at four am to catch the sunrise he was meant to (try to) paint. But on that fourth day he learns that when it comes to embarrassing  one Jake Seresin there's something way more evil than all the asanas of the world and all the shades of orange of the sunrise. And it's dancing lessons.

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To be continued.

I thought if I get this idea out on a paper it'll get it out of my head too. But apparently that's not how it works with ideas. Because it just grew into an enormous thing in my head. And what do I do now?

(Also sorry for any weirdness, English is not my first language.)