#ler Bradley

[veryblushyswitch]

YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND THE AMOUNT OF JOY THAT OVERCAME ME WHEN I SAW WHO THIS FIC WAS ABOUT!! 💖💖💖 I have always loved both Goofy movies so much and I am absolutely loving the Max x Bradley apocalypse that’s happening right now ✨

"Would you..."

I'M BACK FINALLY, BABYYYY

JUST HAD TO GET HAPPY AGAIN AND FIND A FIXATION

Anyway this is a Maxley tickle fic

Max Goof x Bradley Uppercrust III

I will also be writing Tank x Bradley, I like both ships

Lee! Max, Ler! Bradley

Don't worry, Bradley is gonna have plenty of lee moments in the future, he needs his shit wrecked

I gave them tails (._.) They're dogs, they get tails

Summary: Max and Bradley are having a horror movie marathon, and it starts a little game between them, which eventually turns into a much different, more one sided game

*cl-click... whiiiirrrr*

Max popped the tape into the player, and scooted back, sitting against the couch on the floor, while Bradley sat on the couch with his legs draped over his shoulders. He rested his chin on his head and fixed his eyes on the screen.

Everybody knew Max loved horror movies, but most people didn't know Bradley was much the same, on one condition.

"Does the-"

"No, I talked to Bobby, no animals die on screen in this one, just a pet bird that's already found in its cage, but they have a funeral for it."

Satisfied, Bradley rested his chin back down on Max's head as the movie started. He didn't like animal death scenes, but he was perfectly fine with people.

About half way in, he broke the silence between them. "If I got sucked into an alternate ghostly plane, would you come in after me?"

"Absolutely." Max's answer was immediate. He leaned his head back to look up at his boyfriend. "If I told you a man with knives for fingers was terrorizing my dreams, would you fall asleep and fight him for me?"

"Absolutely not," Bradley answered, earning a snort from Max, "The dream world was his world, and he had more power there, are you crazy? He'd obviously win. That's not even how it worked in the movie, they pulled him out of the dream and killed him in the real world."

"Okay well would you kill him in the lore accurate way?"

"Realistically, no I'd send Tank to do that, but for the purpose of this game, I'll say yes." He responded, his tail thumping against the couch, causing Max to start wagging his as well.

"My hero." Max mumbled sarcastically, looking back at the TV to finish the movie.

Sometime during the movie, Bradley started to twirl Max's ear around his finger and just mess with it, oblivious to the blush that had spread across his partner's face, or the way he tensed up and grinned nervously.

"Maximus, if I were a skeleton in your attic, would you help me rebuild my body to become alive again?"

Max normally would have rolled his eyes at the name 'Maximus' but he was a little too focused on the ticklish feeling in his ear. He opened his mouth to reply, but ended up pushing Bradley's hand away with a giggly, "Quihit-"

Now this caught the fraternity leader's attention. Any chance he got to mess with Max, he took. "Oh? Ticklish, Goof?" He practically purred, tightening his legs over Max's shoulders to keep him in place.

Max's cheeks reddened. He didn't have an issue with being tickled.. It was his laugh he was self conscious about, since he inherited it from his father. Ever since he could remember, he'd practiced his laugh to make it sound normal, and not... Goofy.

"Bradley wait, my laugh-"

"I know, I've heard you before."

And with that as his warning, Bradley started to play with both ears, gently rubbing them between his fingers, while Max just giggled and tried to shake his head.

"Nohohoho, Brahad- Nohot my ehehears-" He tried to duck his head but that didn't do much, since Bradley just followed. His ears weren't necessarily 'bad,' but more of a 'sweet spot,' in the way they always got him giggling, blushing, and fumbling like he didn't know how to react.

"Oh not your ears? Would you prefer I move down here then?" He teased, releasing Max's ears and slipping his hands down under his arms. Max arched his back and squeezed his arms down against his sides, his tail going wild slapping the floor.

"Brahahahadley nohohoho!"

"Max, I can't hear the movie, calm down~ Why are you laughing so much, it's not a comedy~" He teased.

He released Max from his legs and got down on the floor with him, briefly wrestling with him to get him down, delighting in the way he giggled in anticipation.

"Brahadley my laugh, ihit's-"

"Shut up about your silly little laugh, I like it~ In fact, I want to hear the original, unpracticed version."

Bradley latched his hands onto Max's sides, his fingers wiggling into his sides while his thumbs dug into his belly.

Max tossed his head back and started to kick his feet against the floor, trying to shove at Bradley's chest, his laughter kicking up and becoming more boyish.

Finally, playful hands found his knees and squeezed.

"Nohoho! Hahahahahahyuck-" He slapped his hands over his mouth, his face going red. The only noise that came from him was his tail continuing to thump against the wooden floor.

Bradley stopped and laughed so hard, he had to lean down, pressing his head into Max's shoulders.

Max huffed, slightly amused by Bradley's reaction. "At least one of us enjoys it."

Bradley sat up, calming down, yet his grin stayed. "Would you relax? It's not as bad as you think. I can see why Roxanne liked it when you guys met."

The younger of the two groaned and covered his face. "It sounds so silly though."

Bradley grabbed his wrists and pulled them back to uncover his face. "That's what makes it so great, you goof."

--

I'm not gonna lie, it took me a while to type the "hyuck" into the dialog because anytime I got close to it, I started laughing bc it's silly /pos

I think unique laughs are cute

Y'all get bonus points if you can name the horror movies I was referencing

[tickletastic]

SAT Words and Moments-After Giggles

Fandom: TG: Maverick

Ship: Hangster

Summary: The only reason that Jake tenses up when Bradley kisses his neck is because he was taken by surprise, and there is absolutely no other reason.

Warnings: mentions of sex, crude language

AN: was inspired by @amazingmsme and their Top Gun anon lately, and, having seen TG:M like a dozen times, felt like I should come write something 

The room was so warm that Rooster nearly felt like he was suffocating, the stifling heat of what they spent the last hour doing mixing with the burning of Jake’s body heat. Rooster had thought the hate sex was good, but this? This was ineffable. 

He laughs to himself, thinking about the stupid ass SAT word he had learned more than a decade earlier now. Ineffable, a word to describe the indescribable? Isn’t that a bit paradoxical?

“Roos?” Hangman mumbles, eyes opening. He had been blinking a little longer every minute or so, a sign Rooster had become familiar with, signalling that his boyfriend was on his way out. 

“Don’t worry,” Rooster whispers back, his head craning slightly so he can put his lips to Jake’s neck. “It was nothing.”

Jake tenses up, a hot puff of air quickly leaving his nose, cheeks dusting the slightest of pinks. 

“What was that?” Bradley says quietly, leaning his head so he can catch Jake’s expression.

“Jus’ surprised me, s’all.” Jake breathes out, closing his eyes again.

“Oh,” Bradley says before returning his lips to Jake’s neck. Jake tenses again, and he can almost sense the confused puppy look on Bradley’s face.

“My eyes are closed!” He argues, “you surprised me again!”

“Surprised you? Jake, I just had my dick in you, this is the surprise?”

Jake’s cheek flush a bright red this time, and he laughs. “Not cool, Rooster, low-hanging fruit and all.”

“I wouldn’t say they were low-hanging-”

“Bradley!” 

Rooster laughs, hearty and full, before bringing himself back down to lay his head on Jake’s chest. 

“I’m gonna kiss you now, Jake.”

“Nope!” Jake’s hands shoot up, and he struggles to push Bradley’s head away from his neck, even with both hands.

“I knew it!” Bradley’s hands are suddenly on Jake’s sides, sending the blonde into a fit of pitched giggles that are completely uncharacteristic compared to his usual pompousness. 

“Roos, it tihihickles!” Jake screams, hands scrabbling to choose between pushing Bradley’s head away, where his teeth are nibbling at his collarbones, or push away his hands, which are growing dangerously close to his ribs. 

“That’s the point, Jake,” Rooster returns, smiling far too fondly down at Jake for the blonde’s liking.

“Sohohorry! Plehehease! Mehehercy!” Hangman yells the closer he feels the hands roam towards his ribs. He feels Bradley laugh against his neck, warm breath adding to the warmth of his face.

“What are you even apologizing for?” Bradley giggles. His laughter is soon overshadowed by a noise he could only ever describe as shrieking, though Jake would deny it to his dying day.

“NOHO! BRAHAHADLEY! FUHUHUCK OHOHOFF!” Bradley’s right hand reaches that spot right at the top of Jake’s ribcage and Jake absolutely loses it. He thrashes enough that they end up flipped, Jake huffing on top of Bradley, loose giggles still escaping. “You’re terrible.”

“Oh, you know you love me.” Bradley leans up just enough to kiss Jake’s nose, not at all helping his blush fade.

“I’d bet you’re just as bad,” Jake huffs, “or even worse. I bet you’re even worse, you big baby.”

“Not even close, baby.”

“Well,” Jake has a smirk on his face that sends a chill down Bradley’s spine, “good thing Mav’s downstairs and Phoenix is just a call away.”

With that, Jake is dashing down the stairs, grabbing a shirt off the floor while he runs to find Maverick. Bradley knows that Jake’ll find out sooner or later, but he can’t help but chase after him anyways. 

[gtx0s]

20/??

Pra gringo ler:

Comunicação não é o forte deles

Gente, não sei se deu pra entender, mas deixar um bilhete assim com dinheiro é meio ruim sabe. Parece que vc é um GP ou um pobre fudido, ou os dois. Não q eu tenha passado por isso, mas o sentimento deve ser ruim...

Acho muito que esses dois não sabem se comunicar. Principalmente Bradley, ele nem se esforça pra isso. Deve ser briga de ego o tempo todo, mas quem sempre se rende é o Max.

[tickle-bugs]

Pre-Flight Checks

@allytheally: hi :) here's a prompt: you reblogged this thing a while ago about the seatbelts on aircraft (one on the shoulder, waist, and individual ones for the thighs) (https://www.tumblr.com/tickle-bugs/715247149506609152/hey-there-i-work-with-fighter-jets-super-hornets?source=share) and I think it'd be great if you wrote something incorporating this idea... like maybe lee!hangman and ler!rooster or lee!mav and ler!iceman and/or ler!slider? honestly any pairing would be cool

“Gooooood mornin’, Rooster.” The heavy impacts of boots on the stepladder send Bradley’s eye twitching. Hangman’s presence has a volume the way bright light slowly wears on the eyes.

“What do you want?” 

“Me? I just came over to help with your pre-flight checks.” Hangman grins, cocksure. A sliver of sunshine lights up his eyes over the edge of his aviators. 

“I’m clear, but thanks.” Bradley gives a little ‘shoo’ motion with his hands. 

“Lemme give it a second opinion.” Hangman hoists himself up to get a better view of the cockpit. He makes a big show of scanning over the switches and buttons and humming in thought. 

“Knock yourself out.” Bradley snorts and turns away. Hangman’s indecipherable muttering falls easily away under the buzz of his brain. He double and triple checks everything, noting the feel of each switch and knob under his practiced hands. Finding the rhythm of his plane is half the ritual.

Wiggling fingers fit suddenly into the curve of Bradley’s waist and he barks out a laugh, knees jerking against the straps holding him. 

He blinks at Hangman. Hangman grins at him. 

“Don’t--” Bradley dives to grab his hands, but the seatbelts, ever-dutiful, wrench him back into place. 

“Oh, now that sounds like you’ve got somethin’ loose. No pilot should be making that noise.” Hangman tuts, but he doesn’t stop, just lets his stupid hands do their stupid crawl across his stupidly sensitive stomach. Bradley lets out a giggly shriek and tries to fold in half. 

“Oh, Mav wasn’t kidding. This is my lucky day.”

“Youuuu--” Whatever half-baked insult Bradley was aiming for is smothered by his own laughter. 

“Meeeee. Say, are you ticklish anywhere else? Gotta catalogue this for future use. Scream once for yes or twice for no.” Hangman tazes his sides and Bradley’s voice cracks around his laughter.

He’s going to die in this plane. He better die in this plane, otherwise he’s going to gut Hangman like a fish.

…No, he won’t. 

Bradley manages to plant his hand square on Hangman’s face and start pushing, and the ultimatum between continuing the torment or falling onto concrete makes Hangman finally, blessedly let go. 

“Seems like everything’s in order. Pleasant skies, Rooster.” Hangman pats his shoulder and hops down out of sight. 

In his mind’s eye, he’s shaking Hangman by the shoulders until his brain falls out of his ears. In practice, he’s turning his burning face and shy half-smile back towards the controls with hopes of killing both.

…

“Mornin’, Bradshaw.” Hangman pops up like a gopher. Bradley jumps and nearly flips his lounge chair. 

“Seresin.” He exhales tightly through his nose. He stays very still—maybe he can still salvage the last throes of the sun-warmed nap he was finding his way towards. 

“You seem tense.” Hangman cocks his head in something that passes for concern. The rushing ocean suddenly sounds more like an omen. 

“There’s no one else around for you to bother right now?” Bradley leans up on his elbows to search for the other Daggers. He can hear Fanboy laughing somewhere, he thinks, but Hangman’s giant head blotting out the sun is the only thing he can see. 

“Nope!” Hangman makes a big show of cracking his knuckles and stretching his fingers. Bradley’s eyes widen. 

“Don’t you dare.” 

“You’ll have to be more specific. Don’t what?” The expression that Hangman generates overshoots innocence by a country mile. 

“Tickle me, you asshole.” Bradley winds an arm around his torso and scrambles up in his lounge chair. The fluttery kick of anticipation slaps a smile straight across his face. 

“I can’t believe you fell for that.”

“Fell for--”

Bradley pauses as it dawns on him. Watching it dawn on Hangman is worse--his entire face brightens with mischief. 

Bradley starts stammering through a protest and giggling through another, but Hangman’s kneeling over him before any of it becomes coherent. He flails hard enough to send them both tumbling into the sand. Never in his life has he been more grateful to be alone, if only to keep the pitch of his laughter between him and the menace causing it.

He makes a note to keep his shirt on at the beach. 

…

Maybe a week or so of this puts Bradley in a…strange headspace. Distracted. 

Touch is nice, but there’s more of it lately, enough to make him notice and crave its absence in a way he hadn’t before. When Phoenix leans into his side or Fanboy claps his shoulder, he misses the warmth of their touch after. Even Hangman’s utter nonsense sets a gentle buzz into his chest. It’s dizzying. 

He’s so lost in the ache of it that Mav catches on, and it kicks solidly into that tangle of ‘complicated shit’ between them that he keeps putting away for increasingly rainer days. He’d gotten so used to Mav tiptoeing around him as if he were fragile that the first gentle touch on the shoulder almost shatters him. 

The Daggers meet for a barbecue at Mav’s and Bradley shows up early with a bottle of Ice’s favorite Pinot. Things may be complicated, but the mushy smiles on Ice and Mav’s faces are not. It’s nice, putting ‘complicated’ in motion towards being something else. Something lighter. 

Later into the night, Bradley’s got his feet kicked up on the couch in the hangar and the radio crooning slowly in his ear. 

He watches Mav and Ice dance--more of a sway, really, as they banter. Mav’s got a playful tilt to his smile, one that suggests he’s being as much a menace as he’s visibly in love. Bradley smiles and hums along, halfheartedly wondering what Mav might be pestering Ice with.

“This seat taken?” Not waiting for an answer, Hangman picks up his ankles and takes their spot. Bradley brings his heels down hard on his thigh. He gets a swat on the ankle for his trouble. Still, the weight of Hangman’s arm on his legs is comforting. Solid. 

A room full of people to bother, yet Hangman finds him. Hm. 

“Why’re you so obsessed with me lately?” Bradley nudges him with his ankle. Hangman’s eyebrows raise.

Well. He’d meant to say that with a bit more tact but it’s out there now, between them. 

Hangman snorts softly and passes Bradley a beer. He pops the caps on both and pockets them. Probably donations for Coyote’s collection. 

“Don’t flatter yourself, Bradshaw.” Hangman gives him an utterly complex and unreadable look before taking a swig of his beer. ‘Complex’ and ‘unreadable’ are not words that belong anywhere near him. 

“You didn’t answer the question.” Bradley frowns. 

“It’s a stupid question.” 

“Seresin.” Bradley leans forward to smack his shoulder. 

“Alright, fine.” Hangman exhales tightly. “You’ve been moping around like a dark fuckin’ cloud these past few weeks and we couldn’t figure out how to get you out of it. We ran out of ideas and eventually Mav realized he couldn’t hide from us anymore, so he coughed up a solution. Something he said we could try, and I quote, ‘at risk of your lives’. Never thought he’d suggest tickling, but--”

“You went to Mav?”  

“Yeah, and Mav—“ Hangman imitates the way Bradley’s voice cracks— “told Phoenix to try it if all else failed, she told Bob, Bob told me, and now we’re here. And it worked.”

Bradley’s brain stalls out. He sits up, bracing his elbows on his knees. He drops his face into his hands. 

“Oh my god. So everyone knows?” He peeks through his fingers. Hangman shrugs.

“Well, I don’t think Fanboy was paying much attention.” He scratches idly at his jaw. 

“Mav said if all else failed. I didn’t—you guys didn’t try anything else.” Bradley fiddles with the label on the bottle. 

Hangman raises his eyebrow in the precise shape of ‘oh really?’. 

“Remember when Bob tried to buy you soup? Or when Payback made a fool of himself trying to sing Great Balls of Fire? Or when Fanboy tried to introduce you to Star Trek? Or—“

Oh. 

For maybe the only time in his life, Hangman snaps his jaw shut. Bradley furrows his brow. 

“Look…point is, you keep making that exact face you’ve got right now, and concerned parties asked me to investigate.” Hangman swirls his finger around Bradley’s face. He swats it away on habit, but fondness bubbles in the base of his throat. 

“Concerned parties?” A smile sneaks under his mustache.

“Yeah, Phoenix and the rest of them were worried. Not me though.” Hangman takes a long, incriminating swig from his bottle. 

“Not you?” Bradley tilts his head teasingly.

“Nope. I’m a neutral party. Like Sweden.”

“It’s Switzerland, dumbass.” Bradley knocks shoulders with him. Something about Hangman’s smile tells him he already knew that.

“Sure. Whatever.” Hangman throws his arm across the back of the couch. His fingers brush Bradley’s arm. The fondness settles into a resonant hum deep in Bradley’s chest.

“You’ve got your shit with Mav and your past. I get it. But some of us would like to see you smile more than twice a week.” Hangman gestures with his bottle. His movements are loose in the practiced Seresin way, but the care on his face is stunningly plain. 

“Some of us?” Bradley grins. Hangman narrows his eyes. 

“Concerned parties.” His cheeks grow rosy even as he scowls. 

“You are obsessed with me and I’m telling Phoenix.” Bradley pats his shoulder and makes a break for it. A fist grabs a handful of his collar. 

“Like hell you are!” 

The (thankfully empty) bottles clatter to the floor as Hangman wrestles an already-laughing Bradley back down to the couch. He tries not to think too hard about hearing Mav cheer in the background. 

…

Bradley does not start fights. He does not. He finishes them.

He slips past Phoenix and Bob, nodding in passing, and ducks up to Hangman’s Super Hornet. He can feel their eyes on him--especially Bob, he’s got a killer stare for someone so quiet--but he ignores it. 

It’s not a fight, not really, but if he thinks about what he’s doing too hard he’s going to lock himself in a supply closet somewhere. 

Bradley hops up the steps alongside the cockpit. 

“Rooster! To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing your ugly mug?” Hangman grins and bats his eyelashes. 

“I heard you were challenging Mav. Wanted to get a good look at you before you spend the rest of the evening with your face to the tarmac.” Rooster holds up his fingers like a picture frame. 

“Try not to miss me too much.” Hangman winks, insufferable as always. 

“Miss you? Every second you’re not buzzing around down here is a second of peace.” Bradley reaches up and knocks on his helmet. 

“Would you kindly get the fuck off my plane?” Hangman swats lazily at him. Bradley bats his hands away. 

“Before you go, just thought I’d see how your pre-flight checks are going?”

Hangman goes rigid. Bradley grins evilly at him.

“Bradshaw, don’t you fuckin’—“ 

Bradley fumbles with Hangman’s hands and flight equipment until he can jam his fingers right into the soft parts of his side. Hangman yelps and nearly jumps out of his skin. The seatbelts ensure there’s nowhere for him to go, and the clacking of the buckles only spurs Bradley on.

“I thought you’d put up more of a fight than this, Hangman.” Bradley tuts and shakes his head, worming his fingers up under straps to get at his ribs. Hangman well and truly shrieks.

“I am g-going to kill you!” Hangman shakes with the force of his laughter, folded awkwardly into his seatbelts. He shoves uselessly at Bradley’s chest. 

“And I’m never gonna let this go. Think I could get you to do that again, or are you a one hit wonder?” Bradley squeezes quickly at Hangman’s thigh. His hands slap down hard on top of Bradley’s and he starts cackling his way to incoherency. 

Bradley raises his eyebrow and times the squeezes to every escape attempt. It’s incredibly entertaining to listen to Hangman reinvent the squeal. He wonders if the other Daggers know about this yet. 

The sound of a throat clearing nearly sends Bradley toppling backwards off the plane. Strong hands heave him upright and he turns--Maverick’s eyes crinkle around the edges of his sunglasses. 

“Appreciate you getting a head start on destroying him, Rooster, but I believe that’s my job.” Mav pats him on the shoulder. Bradley goes to duck away, but Hangman makes a swipe for his sides, and he can’t let that stand. He leans back into the cockpit and tickles Hangman’s ribs until he’s screeching between hiccups and an interesting shade of red. 

“Aren’t you ssssupposed to help me?” Hangman crumples in around Bradley’s hands, wriggling like a worm on a hook. 

“Help you? No. Teach you? Sure. Wheels up in two minutes. Hopefully you’ll learn a thing or two about getting your ass handed to you.” Mav pulls Bradley back by the shoulder. He lets it happen. Hangman thunks his head back against his seat, chest heaving. 

“Bold words, Pops. We’ll see who comes out on top.” He clicks his tongue and winks. Insufferable bastard. 

“See you in the skies, Hangman.” Mav pokes Hangman’s stomach. 

…

The lounge at Top Gun hums with quiet chatter through the evening as the Daggers share drinks. Bradley’s tucked against the wall with Phoenix and Bob under his arms. He’s half watching Fanboy and Payback fumble through a game of pool, half listening to a story Phoenix is telling, and fully content to lose himself in the sound of her voice. 

The door slams open, welcoming a sweaty and disgruntled Hangman to the room. Scattered laughter and teasing applause kicks up among the other Daggers. He gives the entire room the finger. 

“Yeah, laugh it up. I was off my game.” He pushes his hair out of his eyes. Coyote offers him a pity beer. He takes it. 

“I wonder why.” Bradley chuckles. Phoenix swats his chest. Hangman locks eyes with him, absolutely feral. Bradley goes to make a run for it, but Phoenix hooks her arms under his. He could break her grip if he really tried, but…

When Hangman barrels towards him and tackles him over the back of the couch, Bradley can’t say he doesn’t deserve it.

[sleepy--anon]

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[amazingmsme]

OK SO... this is gonna be long one… I love the daggers with all my heart, and i could actually talk abt this for hours

Phoenix

- Not really ticklish at all

- Has one spot on her bicep that gets her giggling, and sometimes behind her knees can get her, but otherwise pretty much untouchable

- Only rooster and bob know about these spots, and rooster would never tell

- Bob, on the other hand, knows the one spot that can get phoenix actually laughing… but he also knows that phoenix could absolutely wreck his shit in less than a minute, so he would never tell for the sake of self-preservation

- … though he will sometimes get her there, of course knowing that she’ll retaliate

Coyote

- Pretty similar to phoenix, but his few spots are public knowledge because his best friend can’t keep his mouth shut

- It’s not that Jake isn’t painfully loyal, he just says things before his brain catches up

- Javy’s ribs and thighs are middling levels of ticklish, but he doesn’t have any other spots

- Javy and phoenix make the ultimate team because they are both virtually not ticklish at all but bob, Jake, and Bradley are all TERRIBLE

Bob

- Ticklish absolutely everywhere

- Rendered completely and entirely useless when hes tickles, just curls up on his back and giggles his heart out

- Bad pretty much everywhere, but I think his tummy and ears are the worst (maybe his wrists too?)

- The cutest let when he musters up the courage, he’s flustering to the lee because he’ll just be smiling down at them all sweetly while he tickles them, which is somehow worse than outright teasing

- Gets tickled to most because he is just too damn adorable

- Snorts and hiccups almost the entire time he’s getting tickled, when someone hits a really bad spot only then does he erupt into belly laughter

Hangman

- Almost as bad as bob, but not quite there

- He has enough bravado to fill world’s biggest stadium

- A chronic giggler, he squeals, squeaks, and snorts, and he is embarrassed of all of the above

- His stomach and underarms are the worst, both spots just completely incapacitate him

- Javy was absolutely the first to find out about Jake’s ticklishness, given the fact that they’re best friends, but maverick was definitely the first to find out once they joined the dagger squad

- I think Jake is so incredibly touched starved

- And mav, being rooster’s dad and knowing what chronic touch starvation looks like after a decade apart from rooster, immediately clings to the idea of giving Jake affection

- He goes to give Jake a pat on the back at the same time that Jake turns, getting him in the ribs and resulting in a squeal

- From there, everyone knows that Jake’s coping mechanism, acting like an absolute dickhead, has an off switch

- Jake is surprisingly sweet as a ler, he laughs along with them and teases, “this part must be real bad, huh?”

- He is sweet UNLESS it is Bradley

- Bradley does not get any of his sympathy, and every time he tickles Bradley it’s like he’s trying to relearn every technique and spot that tears him apart

Rooster

- Tickled the second most by the daggers because phoenix, hangman, and maverick are shit disturbers on their own, but a trillion times worse together

- While Mav and phoenix can’t usually tackle rooster to get him down (which is not a problem once he’s actually BEING tickled, just a problem when trying to tickle him) hangman will just do it for them, being pretty much evenly matched against rooster

- Mav was telling a story about Bradley as a kid the first time all the daggers came over and Bradley’s face was red the entire time, but he went pale as a ghost when mav mentioned how, when Bradley was in his teenage years, he seemingly didn’t grow out of his childhood ticklishness

- The entire squad slowly turns their heads and rooster knows that he is absolutely done for

- He didn’t expect it, but Javy ends up being the first traitor of the group, tackling him so everyone else can get him, all the while maverick watches, revealing bad spots and telling them when Bradley can’t take any more

- His laugh is loud and full, and he usually just tries to curl up on his back and catch the ler’s hands, which doesn’t work when he’s getting teamed up on

- Is usually a ler to hangman or bob, but in different ways

- To bob, it’s in a little brother kind of way, where rooster will hold him against his chest with one hand and spider over his tummy with the other

- With hangman it is evil, diabolical, relentless, and sadistic

- When rooster tickles hangman he wants to hear begging and pleading, he wants tears streaming down Jake’s face until he admits that he really isn’t as tough as he acts

JDVSKAXBOABF THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE OMGGGG I AM SMILING LIKE A FUCKING IDIOT RIGHT NOW! I AM GIDDY & COMPLETELY OBSESSED WITH THIS! GALAXY BRAIN CONTENT RIGHT HERE!

Everyone’s spots seem so fitting for them & their distinct personalities, & the way you described their reactions is so damn cute! Poor Bob can’t catch a break, & fucking JAKE!! WRECK THE CUTE BASTARD BOY, YEEEES! Anyone that cocky has to have an off switch! & my main man Rooster🥺 He has such a nice laugh & really cute & funny reactions, how could anyone resist? Especially when Maverick is such a sell out? Like he basically gave them all a cheat sheet to use whenever they deem necessary.

Thank you so much for blessing us with this amazing content, you’re doing God’s work sweetie

[fallen-down-slowed-down]

(warning: 160+ f/o’s)

💌books

Cage Lackmann – The Graves of Whitechapel

Calvin Evans – Lessons in Chemistry ( book + TV series )

Dr. Henry Jekyll – Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde ( book + musical )

Fred Weasley – Harry Potter saga ( books + films )

Jacopo Ortis (poly) – Ultime Lettere di Jacopo Ortis

💌films/series/tv shows

Agent Stepdaughter + Gretel + Hansel (poly, with agent stepdaughter & Gretel) – Secret Magic Control Agency

Alva + Jesper Johansen + Mogens (poly, with Alva & Jesper) – Klaus

Anglaigus – Astérix: le Domaine des Dieux ( film + comic )

Aziraphale + Crowley (poly) – Good Omens

B.E.N. – Treasure Planet

Ballister Blackheart (poly) – Nimona

Benjamin Dunn – Mission: Impossible saga

Betterfly – Miraculous World: Paris, les Aventures de Toxinelle et Griffe Noire

Bruno Madrigal – Encanto

Burn-E – Burn-E

Camilo + Carlos Madrigal – Encanto

Chuck – Angry Birds duology

Cinderella – Disney’s Cinderella trilogy

Clopin Trouillefou – Disney’s The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Cloudy – 7 Zwerge trilogy, 💍24.01.2021

Diaval – Maleficent duology

Dr. Herbert Cockroach – Monsters vs. Aliens

Ebenezer Scrooge – Scrooge: a Christmas Carol

Eugene + Rapunzel Fitzherbert (poly) – Disney’s Tangled

Félix Fathom – Miraculous: les Aventures de Ladybug et Chat Noir

Fix-it Felix Jr. – Wreck It Ralph

Gabo + Safi + Simon – Wish

Grand duke Rainier (nnic) – Disney’s Cinderella trilogy

Griffin – Hotel Transylvania saga

Grinch – Dr. Seuss’ The Grinch (2018)

Harrison Knott – Press Play

Héctor Rivera – Coco

Hermes – Disney’s Hercules

Hickory – Trolls: World Tour

Jack + Kio + Noki + Pino – Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarves

Jaq – Disney’s Cinderella trilogy

Joe Bradley – Roman Holiday

John Watson (poly) – BBC’s Sherlock Holmes

Lieutenant Columbo – Columbo

Lumiére – The Beauty and the Beast ( films )

Major Major Major – Catch-22

Megamind – Megamind

Miles Miller – Bad Times at the El Royale

Mr. Tumnus - The Chronicles of Narnia

Mugman – The Cuphead Show!

Ned McDodd – Dr. Seuss’ Horton Hears a Who!

Once-ler – Dr. Seuss’ The Lorax, 💍24.07.2022

Pasunmotdeplus – Astérix aux Jeux Olympiques

Peter Graham – Hereditary

Rhett Abbott – Outer Range

Rigolin – Pil

Robert Floyd – Top Gun: Maverick

Snake – The Bad Guys

Stanley Uris – IT (2017-2019)

Stephen Meeks – Dead Poets Society

Tadashi Hamada – Big Hero 6

Tatsuhiko Shibusawa – Bungō Stray Dogs: Dead Apple ( manga + film )

Thranduil – The Hobbit trilogy

Timon – The Lion King trilogy

Tin man – Legends of Oz / Fantastic Journey to Oz (separately)

Tristain – Pil

Tulio (poly) – The Road to El Dorado

V – V for Vendetta

Victor Van Dort – Tim Burton’s Corpse Bride

Vincenzo Santorini – Atlantis: the Lost Empire

💌videogames

Aesop Carl – Identity V

Alexandre + Brandon + Frank + Ji-Yeong + Lee + Soul – Subway Surfers

Akihiko Satou – Ikemen Vampire

Anatoli – Alchemy Stars

Azul Ashengrotto, 💍06.04.2024 + Jade Leech – Twisted Wonderland ( videogame + manga )

Barbatos + Beelzebub + Lucifer – Obey Me! duology

Barton – Alchemy Stars

Charon – Alchemy Stars

Daniel Schwartz – Alchemy Stars

Dire Crowley + Rook Hunt – Twisted Wonderland ( videogame + manga )

Faust – Alchemy Stars

Florine – Alchemy Stars

Gertzurde – Alchemy Stars

Jane – Alchemy Stars

Johann Georg Faust – Ikemen Vampire

Jola – Alchemy Stars

Jomu – Alchemy Stars

Julian Devorak + Lucio Morgasson – The Arcana

Leo – Alchemy Stars

Leyn + Matthieu – Alchemy Stars

Luke – Alchemy Stars

Moon + Sun – Five Nights at Freddy’s: Security Breach

Narrator – The Stanley Parable

Novio – Alchemy Stars

Roy – Alchemy Stars

Sariel Noir – Ikemen Prince

Steel – Speedy Ninja

Sucre + Zacharie – OFF

Trey Clover – Twisted Wonderland ( videogame + manga )

Winston – Royal Match

💌other type of source

Adam – Hellaverse

Adrien Agreste – Miraculous universe

Alastor + Vox – Hellaverse

Asmodeus + Fizzarolli (poly) – Hellaverse

ATEEZ/Black Pirates/HALATEEZ – ATEEZ ( band )

Bane – DC universe

Beetlejuice – Beetlejuice ( musical )

Caine + Jax + Kinger – The Amazing Digital Circus

Doppo Kunikida – Bungō Stray Dogs universe

Edward Nashton – DC universe

Ethan Green – Hatchetfield universe

Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald – Bungō Stray Dogs universe, 💍09.06.2022

Gabriel Adrian (nnic) – Hatchetfield universe

Hank Miller – OC

Henry Hidgens – Hatchetfield universe

Howard Phillips Lovecraft + Nathaniel Hawthorne – Bungō Stray Dogs universe

Johnathon Ohnn / the Spot – Marvel universe

Joker – DC universe

Grell Sutcliff – Kuroshitsuji universe, 💍03.09.2022

Knuckles – Sonic universe

Lucifer – Hellaverse

Luigi – Nintendo universe

Luka Couffaine – Miraculous universe

Marc Anciel + Nathaniel Kurtzberg (poly) – Miraculous universe

Marcus Cubitus – Astérix universe

Mark Connor (nnic) – The Simple Plot of... ( music videos )

Millie + Moxxie Knolastname (poly) – Hellaverse

Motojirō Kajii + Ryūrō Hirotsu – Bungō Stray Dogs universe

Mountain ghoul + Swiss Army ghoul – Ghost ( band )

Nathalie Sancœur – Miraculous universe

Night Owl – Miraculous universe

Ōgai Mori, 💍01.11.2022 + Yukichi Fukuzawa (poly) – Bungō Stray Dogs universe

Patrick Waff + Peter Roghlow (poly) – @scimmy’s OCs

Sparrow – Miraculous universe

Spiderman Noir – Marvel universe

Stolas – Hellaverse

Ted Spankoffski – Hatchetfield universe

Zestial – Hellaverse

[munch4march]

Do you care to comment on your ex’s current relationship with J*mien B*nn? Do you find it interesting that you and your ex are both alt captains who are married to their captains? Both of your partners have beards, would you say that you and T*ler share a type? Was their more to your relationship than just you and t*ler when he was in Boston?

you are.. not maddie. who are you. i'll find you

BUT i do want to acknolwedge this even though 🗣📣📢 I AM NOT BRAD MARCHAND 📢 📣 🗣

however saying that marchy and segs share a type is comparing the angel, the saint, the beautiful lovely human being patrice bergeron cleary to . jamie benn

and i hope you're not a benn stan anon, and if you are i am sorry- but that's a scary idea

it is an interesting comparison of dynamics though, good observation

that last question sent me into orbit actually. not sure i have a comment for that one

like i'm sorry but my boy tyler leveled down SO far from bradley fr

[lugarnocosmos]

As Sentenças de Papagaio

Quem escreve este parágrafo

Chilreavam pássaros no arvoredo. Ouviam-se os grasnidos, os quá quá dos patos que nadavam no pequeno lago, para lá de algumas árvores e arbustos. Mocho do Outeiro acabara de ocupar o seu lugar à mesa da esplanada. Já fizera o pedido habitual: café curto, meia torrada com pouca manteiga, uma água natural em garrafa de vidro. Era mais uma segunda-feira. Preparou-se para iniciar a leitura do seu livro, Quatro Estações no Japão de Nick Bradley.

Quando a ficção nos devolver a felicidade, isso é Japão.

«Flo está triste, perdeu a confiança em si própria, a sua relação amorosa caminha para o fim. Tóquio, a sua amada Tóquio, agora, não lhe traz felicidade, e Flo, uma tradutora apaixonada, parece estar num beco sem saída. Porém, um dia, no metro, um passageiro esquece-se de um livro na carruagem, e Flo leva consigo o misterioso manuscrito. Ao ler o romance, ela não consegue parar, totalmente envolvida pela história, e decide que o vai traduzir. E, então, tudo começa a mudar na sua vida.»

«Maria Joana, Maria Joana… Tiri-ri, tiri-ri, tiri-ri, tic, tic» Que diabo! Lá vinha Papagaio com o seu cantarolar, hoje era a Maria Joana! Canção de que Mocho também gostava.

Veio-se chegando à mesa onde me encontrava. «Bom dia amigo Mocho. Que tal o fim-de-semana?» E trocámos algumas impressões sobre o dito, que não fora mau nem para um nem para o outro. E, de seguida, após ter pedido o que queria ao empregado, avançou com o tema que hoje ocupava o seu espírito.

«Oh amigo Papagaio, mas que conversalhada vai por aí. E já há uns bons meses! Sobre uma mulher que é gaga, um parágrafo que ela escreveu… Agora até no Parlamento a querem ouvir. Diz-me tu, então, se a mulher é gaga, claro que não vai dizer nada de jeito!»

Foi-me impossível não largar uma gargalhada. «Ena aí, amigo Papagaio, a mulher não é gaga! Ela tem no seu apelido o termo Gago. Ora isso nada tem a ver com o modo, com a limitação de se exprimir!»

«Terás razão. Mas se assim é, porquê a mulher nunca veio falar de um parágrafo que escreveu há uns meses? E esse parágrafo até fez cair o nosso ex-Primeiro…» Eu acredito que se passa um grande problema com o seu ministério…!»

Eu atalhei. «Alto aí! O ministério não é seu. Estamos a falar do Ministério Público, um órgão importante da nossa justiça. Ultimamente tem estado demasiado nas bocas do mundo, não por boas razões…»

«Pois parece que eles só sabem fazer buscas telefónicas… E às vezes vão com grandes comitivas ao escritório deste, a casa daquele…» E continuámos a discutir o papel, a importância da instituição. E, claro, que estava a ser muito mal dirigida.

De novo se ouviam os patos, nos seus grasnidos. Alguns deles andavam por ali, perto de nós, a apanharem as migalhas que por ali havia. Papagaio fez, para eles, um quá-quá ruidoso, como a desejar-lhes um bom dia.

De novo, lancei as minhas palavras, que Papagaio ouviu sem emitir qualquer som. «Eu acho que a senhora já não vai estar muito tempo no lugar. Acho que o seu mandato está a chegar ao fim. E, como é óbvio, perante tanta contestação, e há já todo este tempo, ela não vai renovar o mandato…»

Papagaio remexeu-se na cadeira e interrompeu-me: «Tudo isso está muito bem. Só que, para mim, ela já devia ter saído! Está mais que visto que ela não possui capacidades para dirigir um organismo de tanta importância, como tu até dizes, uma instituição tão necessária à nossa democracia…»

«Não posso deixar de te dar razão, amigo Papagaio. Temos é que deixar que o tempo da justiça funcione, se complete…»

«Qual complete qual carapuça! Num caso destes, há que criar um mecanismo que possa pôr fim à situação. Esperar…

«E tens alguma ideia sobre isso?» perguntei eu.

«Claro que sim. Ela terá que escrever um parágrafo, afinal ela é perita nisso. E nesse parágrafo apenas escreve: «Obviamente demito-me».

E ali estava, preto no branco, a douta sentença de Papagaio. Como não estar de acordo com ela?

/AC Jul-02-2024

[writersclubhq]

deêm boas vindas para BROOKE VALENTINE, BRADLEY ROWARD, PRIM NAPASORN PRAEKWAN, HARMONY SADEK & SEOL YIJUNG! jazz e nowa, você tem 24h para enviar o blog dos seus personagens. não se esqueça de ler nosso checklist, e de se divertir bastante!

ei, aquela vindo ali é BROOKE VALENTINE?  porque as últimas fofocas que me contaram sobre ELA é que tem TRINTA E SETE ANOS e que é uma POLICIAL.  e, pelo pouco que conheço, sei que é LEAL e DETERMINADA, o que compensa o fato de que é IMPACIENTE e TEIMOSA também, mas, quem sou eu para julgar a vida alheia, não é? ela até se parece com LAUREN COHAN.

ei, aquele vindo ali é  BRADLEY ROWARD?  porque as últimas fofocas que me contaram sobre ELE é que tem QUARENTA E DOIS ANOS e que é um FAZENDEIRO.  e, pelo pouco que conheço, sei que é COMPREENSÍVEL e HONESTO, o que compensa o fato de que é ESTRESSADO e AUTORITÁRIO também, mas, quem sou eu para julgar a vida alheia, não é? ele até se parece com GARRETT HEDLUND.

ei, aquela vindo ali é PRIM NAPASORN PRAEKWAN? porque as últimas fofocas que me contaram sobre ELA é que tem TRINTA E UM ANOS e que é uma VETERINÁRIA na PORT PAWS. e, pelo pouco que conheço, sei que é ATENCIOSA e PRESTATIVA, o que compensa o fato de que é SENTIMENTAL e DESCONFIADA também, mas, quem sou eu para julgar a vida alheia, não é? ela até se parece com DAVIKA HOORNE.

ei, aquela vindo ali é HARMONY SADEK? porque as últimas fofocas que me contaram sobre ELA é que tem VINTE E DOIS ANOS e que é uma ESTUDANTE DE MODA. e, pelo pouco que conheço, sei que é SINCERA e ZELOSA, o que compensa o fato de que é IRRITADIÇA e EGOCÊNTRICA também, mas, quem sou eu para julgar a vida alheia, não é? ela até se parece com YARA SHAHIDI.

ei, aquela vindo ali é SEOL YIJUNG? porque as últimas fofocas que me contaram sobre ELA é que tem VINTE E SETE ANOS e que é uma HERDEIRA. e, pelo pouco que conheço, sei que é SOCIÁVEL e RESOLUTA, o que compensa o fato de que é ARROGANTE e DRAMÁTICA também, mas, quem sou eu para julgar a vida alheia, não é? ela até se parece com SON NAEUN.

[sthethinks]

✧ MARATONA OSCAR 2024 › Maestro

Em 2022, eu assisti a um filme chamado Belfast, e ao ler as avaliações dele no Letterboxd, vi pela primeira vez na vida o termo “Oscar bait”. Para quem não sabe, Oscar bait é um tipo de filme feito para agradar à Academia; ele tem tudo aquilo que, historicamente, faz uma obra ser merecedora de ganhar uma estatueta. Eu adorei Belfast e não entendi porque ser uma “isca” seria algo ruim, mas aí, com Maestro, consegui entender.

Maestro é um filme biográfico, dirigido e protagonizado por Bradley Cooper e Carey Mulligan, sobre o maestro norte-americano Leonard Bernstein e seu casamento com a atriz Felicia Bernstein. A premissa guarda aquele mistério atraente que toda biografia carrega: será que vai ser um Oppenheimer (revolucionário) ou vai ser um Blonde (intragável)? Acho que dessa vez, cria-se uma nova categoria com Maestro: a biografia bem mais ou menos. 

O segundo trabalho de Bradley Cooper surge como um checklist de tudo que já deu certo uma vez ao longo de 96 edições de Oscar: filme preto e branco, check. Filme biográfico, check. Casamento problemático, check. Bradley Cooper, Check. O longa passa por várias temáticas magnéticas sem falar de nada direito durante pouco mais de duas horas, e isso requer, sim, algum tipo de talento e dedicação, se você pensar bem.

Maestro tem um ritmo um pouco confuso, porque não entende sua própria linguagem e acaba se perdendo na tentativa de fazer muito ao mesmo tempo. Algumas cenas ótimas para encantar a audiência acabam se perdendo em outras que não fazem sentido. Esse apelo por fazer “tudo que dá certo no cinema” lota o filme de desorientação. O que norteia a qualidade da trama são a fotografia, a montagem e o diálogo, mas até este último parece fraco, escrito depois da leitura do Tumblr de uma menina de 15 anos que acabou de terminar o namoro. Os personagens sempre têm que estar falando alguma coisa impactante e poética, como se cada frase precisasse estar estampada em um pôster. Ninguém conversa assim.

Além disso, quase sempre que Leonard ou Felicia falam, a câmera trabalha de forma dramática, se aproximando lentamente deles, como se tudo dito fosse extremamente importante. A produção desse filme precisa entender que tudo demais faz mal.

Bradley Cooper é um bom ator, e inegavelmente merece sua indicação por Maestro, mas a sensação transmitida no filme é de desespero. Tudo dá a entender que Leonard Bernstein é um ser divino, bom demais para estar na terra com os meros mortais. Para a imprensa, Bradley relatou que foi visitado pelo espírito de Leonard Bernstein no set de filmagens. Parece que esse acontecimento é usado como alvará para se dizer mais merecedor do que os pobres atores que não tem experiências espirituais no set e elevar o personagem a um pedestal no qual ele não precisa estar — até me atreveria a dizer que não deve.

Sempre é falado no filme o quanto Leonard ama música, mas isso é pouco enfático ao longo da obra. Os momentos em que Bradley aparece conduzindo, admirando ou fazendo música são curtos, fracos para embasar essa argumentação que serviria para fundamentar o personagem. Se dessem tanta atenção a esse aspecto da vida de Leonard, quanto dão as cenas que afirmam sua sexualidade, conseguiríamos entender muito melhor o que o faz “Maestro”. Todos os assuntos que podem ser abordados com maestria são jogados fora, em prol de sabe-se lá o que. O filme dá voltas e nunca é capaz de nos mostrar ao certo o que é proposto na sinopse.

Apesar de tudo isso, irei iniciar os elogios: o aspecto visual de Maestro é divino. A produção envolvida na aparência dos personagens é formidável, e tenho certeza de que será o vencedor de Cabelo e Maquiagem da noite. As cores são lindíssimas, e eu queria que o filme fosse inteiro colorido, porque a imagem dele, vinculada aos figurinos e ao visual dos personagens, é algo maravilhoso. Isso valoriza demais a história e dá muito prazer ao telespectador. A atenção aos detalhes como semelhança às pessoas e acontecimentos reais, trilha sonora pertencente ao próprio Leonard Bernstein, são outros que devem ser valorizados.

Uma parte do filme que me fascinou foi ver Felicia, mesmo estando com câncer, tendo Lenny como o centro da vida dela — vemos sua condição debilitada, e ao fundo, é contada uma história sobre Leonard, na qual ela presta total atenção. Maestro dá um destaque exagerado tanto a Bradley quanto a Leonard e faz todos os personagens e atores orbitarem ao seu redor como planetas dependentes da sua luz e calor, então é muito especial quando Carey Mulligan consegue seus momentos de brilhar. Carey dá um show, segura a trama com as próprias mãos e recebe muito merecidamente a indicação de Melhor Atriz.

Gosto muito do paralelo que existe entre a frase estampada antes do filme, dita pelo próprio Bernstein, sobre a arte provocar perguntas, e as vidas dele e de Felicia. Após falar sobre seus problemas no casamento com Leonard, Felicia pergunta a sua amiga e cunhada se ela tem alguma pergunta a fazer sobre o seu testemunho; a frase final do filme é a mesma, numa cena onde Leonard está contando sobre a sua vida e sobre Felicia. Ele também finaliza perguntando se os ouvintes têm perguntas a fazer. Isso sugere que na direção, Bradley teve a preocupação de tratar essas duas vidas como obras de arte que precisam ser compreendidas e incitam questionamentos. 

Para o filme ter a profundidade que ele almeja, era muito necessário que tivesse preocupação em alinhar os personagens principais e tratá-los como as pessoas reais que foram. A teatralidade de Maestro corrói tudo que ele promete e o desvincula do público, destruindo seu potencial emocionante. Por isso, Maestro está em 8° lugar no Termômetro do Oscar, só à frente de Barbie e Vidas Passadas.

[tickletastic]

Belts Are For Safety

Fandom: Top Gun

Ship: N/A

Warnings: Implication of a panic attack

Summary: It's Bob and Phoenix's first flight back after their emergency landing, and Bob is more freaked out than he thought he'd be. Inspired by and dedicated to this Fighter Jet Anon! Day one of Miya and Mia's Tickletober: trap!

Bob heaves a long, deep breath when he and Phoenix finally land on the tarmac, the weight of the exercise melting off his shoulders. He closes his eyes, head pounding behind his eyelids, his heart beating in his ear. It’s their first flight back since the crash landing, and Bob is ashamed to say that, for a moment when he got into the air, all he could smell was smoke and all he could hear was Phoenix yelling his name like they were still there, looking up at the sky only half a mile from their burning plane. He’s not sure how Phoenix didn’t freak out, but then again she’s always been more well-adjusted than most of the crew. Maybe it’s because she was smart enough to start therapy before she enlisted, or maybe it’s something about toxic masculinity and being a military man. 

He doesn’t realized how long his eyes have been closed, how long he’s been listening to his heart beat out of control even though they’re on the ground. He feels like he had been in fight-or-flight the entire exercise, and his body oozes with the tension he had been building up. He hadn’t even realized Phoenix had been calling his name, her face contorting into the worried look she used to give Rooster all the time, the one she gives to Jake or Javy every once in a while. Approaching ten minutes on the tarmac and Bob’s eyes are still screwed shut, all the pilots having gone to change except Phoenix, Rooster, Hangman, who stood beneath the plane, and Maverick, who slowly climbed up to get to the much younger pilot. 

“Hey, Bob?” Maverick says, tentatively reaching out to touch Bob’s shoulder. Bob doesn’t respond until Maverick’s hand makes contact, his eyes shooting open. 

Bob’s eyes shoot around, catching Hangman, Phoenix, and Rooster underneath the plane, taking in that the rest of the pilots have gone. “Thank god,” he sighs, breathing out.

“Hey, kid,” Maverick says, grabbing Bob’s attention again, “what’s going on?” Bob scrambles for his buckles but Maverick’s hands come up to stop him, “hold your horses, let’s talk for a second.”

Bob looks at Maverick before looking down at the other pilots again.

 “It’s alright, Bob,” Phoenix says, “they came because they’re worried,” she pauses, looking at the ground before looking back up at her back-seater, “we’re worried.”

“I was just-” Bob awkwardly clears his throat, looking down at his hands in his lap, “I just got freaked out. I’ve never crash landed before, being up there just freaked me out.” 

Maverick put a soft hand on the side of Bob’s face, bringing his head up so they could make eye contact. “It’s alright, kid. It’s totally fine to be a little freaked out right now. My first crash-landing terrified me, and so did my most recent one, it’s fine to still be a little shaken up.”

Bob nods, though it’s evident to Mav and the other spectators that he’s not entirely convinced. “I promise you, Bob,” Maverick starts, “you’re alright. The crash wasn’t your fault and it wasn’t Phoenix’s either, neither of you could have predicted that.”

“Yeah, but, how are we supposed to predict it the next time?” Bob asks, glasses beginning to fog.

From below them Hangman lets out a loud, obnoxious laugh, doubling over before he can reel it in. All eyes are on him now, Phoenix and Rooster glaring daggers at him. “I’m sorry,” he clears his throat, straightening his face, “I’m sorry. Bird strikes are like, pretty rare, Bobby-boy, the chances of you and Phoenix encountering another one is like, zero.”

“He’s right,” Phoenix nods, “though he didn’t have to be such an asshole about it.”

Hangman sticks his tongue out at her and Phoenix fakes like she’s going to kick him in the balls. Rooster tries to separate them and ends up pulled into the bickering, suddenly being asked to pick between his boyfriend and his best friend.

Maverick brings Bob’s attention back to him, lowering his voice so the others can’t hear him over their bickering, “between you and I, after my first crash-landing I was scared of water for years. I didn’t get over it until recently, but I know I missed out on some pretty fun times because of it.”

“Really?” Bob asks, tilting his head to one side, “I- I mean, I’m sorry.”

“All good, kid, all good.” Maverick smiles, “but what I’m saying is you shouldn't let fear control you. I mean, I didn’t even get to teach Brad how to surf, those pictures would’ve been great blackmail for you kids.”

Bob giggles, peeking down at his friends as their argument seems to settle down. Maverick shifts, getting ready to climb down, “alright, kid. We’re gonna talk about this, but first I want to get you out of this plane, and maybe get that smile to stick around.” 

Before Maverick reaches the bottom of the ladder, Hangman shouts for Bob not to unbuckle, practically bouncing with impatience as Maverick makes his too slow descent. Hangman takes the ladder two steps at a time, hands grabbing at Bob’s where he had begun to unbuckle his thigh straps. 

“Nuh-uh,” Hangman teases, squeezing the other pilot’s thigh. Bob squeals, trying to jerk away but finding himself trapped. “I think we need to get you a little giggly before we head back. Whad’ya say, Bobb-boy?”

Bob shakes his head frantically, cheeks developing a pale pink tint. He puts his hand on top of Hangman’s and makes an attempt to pry it away from his thigh, only to be given another squeak-producing pinch. 

“Hmm,” Hangman says, stroking his chin, he looks down at Phoenix and Rooster, “he’s smiling, so that’s a yes, right?”

“I’d say he looks pretty giddy for it,” Rooster shouts, Phoenix hums in agreement. Watching as Bob turns redder and redder.

“Make sure to go for his tummy!” Phoenix supplies.

Hangman’s fingers dart down to Bob’s knees and splay over them, spidering around his kneecap and calves. 

“Jahahake! Thahahat tihihickles!” Bob screeches, kicking his legs straight as much as he can. Jake’s fingers just follow him however he squirms, pinching and spidering over his legs. 

“That’s great, it means this is working!” Hangman grins. Bob’s fingers scramble upward, hoping he can unbuckle his chest buckle and fold over to stop Jake from attacking his legs. Hangman’s fingers climb all the way up to Bob’s ribs, and it’s enough of a distraction for him to forget his task, throwing his head back and snorting through his laughter.

“STAHAHAP!” Bob giggles, shaking his head back and forth. All he can do is grab onto Jake’s hands and gently hold on, his restraints reminding him how safe he usually is in his plane, but also how trapped he is now that he’s at Jake’s mercy.

“Hmm… Are you ticklish here?” Hangman asks, leaning in and giving Bob a neck raspberry. Bob’s laughter rises in pitch and his shoulders scrunch in an attempt to block it out. Hangman moves his fingers down to Bob’s sides, “What about here?”

“Ihihit tihihickles! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!” Bob screeches, giggles freely flowing from him. “IHIHIT’S SOHOHO BAHAHAD!”

“Oh, really?” Hangman smirks, “do the seatbelts make it tickle more? You can’t even fight me off.”

“It’s not like he would,” Phoenix teases from below, “he always just lays back and takes it.”

Bob’s face is fully red now, all the way up to his ears, and his hands flop around as he tries to figure out whether he wants to cover his face or keep holding onto Jake’s hands. He’s giggling himself silly, and everytime he remembers that he’s practically strapped down it makes it so much worse.

As if reading Bob’s mind, Hangman starts to tease again, because of course he does, Bob just can’t win. “If the buckles are making this tickle more, just wait for this.”

When Hangman’s fingers dart down to Bob’s stomach, Bob absolutely screams, throwing his arms wherever in an attempt to dissipate the feeling. His laughter dips into silence, getting enough air every few seconds to hiccup amidst his laughter.

“Alright, alright,” Maverick calls up to Hangman, “he looks giggly enough to us from here, I think you might kill him.”

Hangman groans, pulling his hands away and ruffling Bob’s already too messy hair. “Alright, whatever you say, Pops.”

Hangman helps Bob unbuckle from the seat before scrambling down the ladder, making sure the other pilot is steady enough to come down after him. 

Hangman meets Phoenix and Rooster at the bottom, while Maverick holds back to talk to Bob. 

“Feeling better now, kid?” Maverick asks, slinging an arm around his shoulder. Bob nods, leaning into Mav. 

“Yeah, a lot better. Thanks, Mav.” Bob says, looking up at Mav, blush still fiery over his cheeks.

In front of them they can hear Phoenix, Hangman, and Rooster bickering back and forth, voices raised and accusatory. Bob catches a few words, grinning. 

“Just wait until we get you like that, Bagman,” Rooster says, “let’s see if you find it easy to take the tickling when you’re buckled up like that.”

The tips of Hangman’s ears flush, but he shakes his head anyways, all bravado and cockiness, “you’d have to catch me first, and with your old bones I don’t know if you could manage.”

Phoenix, in the middle of the two of them, pokes them both in the ribs, grinning at each of their high-pitched shrieks. “Enough boys, we’ll settle this another time.”

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Chefe de segurança ucraniano detona Otan

FOTO DE ARQUIVO: Um tanque Leopard 2 e vários veículos de combate Bradley destruídos pelas forças russas perto de Robotino. © Telegram / Ministério da Defesa da Rússia

Os manuais de guerra da Otan devem ser arquivados, pois nenhum manual de treinamento moderno pode preparar soldados para a guerra na Ucrânia, de acordo com o secretário do Conselho de Segurança e Defesa Nacional de Kiev.

Aleksey Danilov disse à BBC em uma entrevista na segunda-feira que a alardeada contraofensiva da Ucrânia não correspondeu às expectativas e disse que a situação na linha de frente continua "muito difícil".

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Mas um fim de semana sozinha, depois de uma semana sem esperança de ver Bradley, se revelou interminável. O próprio sol lhe parecia algo maligno pelo modo como se demorava insolentemente nas janelas, tardando a se pôr. Ela não conseguia ler um livro ou ir ao cinema. A passagem do tempo precisava ser vigiada de perto. Sentava-se em completa imobilidade, tentando nem mesmo piscar, até que seu medo de fraquejar na vigilância se tornava apocalíptico, como se o mundo pudesse acabar se ela movesse sequer um músculo do pé.

Encruzilhadas (Jonathan Franzen)