#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. 

[fandom]

Movies Fictional Characters

There's a clear winner in *this* battle of Godzilla versus Mothra.

Logan Howlett | the Marvel universe

Wade Wilson | the Marvel universe

Anakin Skywalker | the Star Wars universe

Bucky Barnes | the Marvel universe

Mike Schmidt | Five Nights at Freddy's

Godzilla | the Godzilla franchise

Coriolanus Snow | The Hunger Games

Peter Parker | the Marvel universe

Natasha Romanoff | the Marvel universe

Steve Rogers | the Marvel universe

Wanda Maximoff | the Marvel universe

Luke Skywalker | the Star Wars universe

Vanessa | Five Nights at Freddy's

Katniss Everdeen | The Hunger Games

Branch | Trolls

Art Donaldson | Challengers

Alex Claremont-Diaz | Red, White & Royal Blue

Peeta Mellark | The Hunger Games

Tony Stark | the Marvel universe

Leonard McCoy | the Star Trek universe

Amanda Young | Saw

Miles Morales | Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Lucy Gray Baird | The Hunger Games

Paul Atreides | Dune

Patrick Zweig | Challengers

Willy Wonka | Wonka

Bilbo Baggins | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Floyd | Trolls

Leia Organa | the Star Wars universe

Optimus Prime | Transformers

Padmé Amidala | the Star Wars universe

Miguel O'Hara | the Marvel universe

Thorin Oakenshield | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor | Red, White & Royal Blue

Hobie Brown | Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Anxiety | Inside Out 2

John Dory | Trolls

Felix Catton | Saltburn

Frodo Baggins | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Aragorn | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Shockwave | Transformers

Oliver Quick | Saltburn

Bradley Uppercrust III | An Extremely Goofy Movie

Gwen Stacy | Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Kenji Sato | Ultraman: Rising

Tashi Duncan | Challengers

Clay | Trolls

Dogpool | the Marvel universe

Xenomorph | the Alien franchise

Gandalf | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Carol Danvers | the Marvel universe

Bruce | Trolls

Megatron | Transformers

Eddie Brock | the Marvel universe

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen | Dune

Samwise Gamgee | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Thor Odinson | the Marvel universe

Legolas | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Yelena Belova | the Marvel universe

Darth Maul | the Star Wars universe

Regina George | Mean Girls

Ballister Boldheart | Nimona

Jake "Hangman" Seresin | Top Gun: Maverick

Han Solo | the Star Wars universe

Tyler Owens | Twisters

Lydia Deetz | Beetlejuice Beetlejuice

Mothra | the Godzilla franchise

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell | Top Gun: Maverick

Finnick Odair | The Hunger Games

Toothless | How to Train Your Dragon

Boromir | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Sadako | The Ring

Joy | Inside Out 2

Michael Myers | the Halloween franchise

Sam Wilson | the Marvel universe

Stu Macher | Scream

Morticia Addams | The Addams Family

Ambrosius Goldenloin | Nimona

Kylo Ren | the Star Wars universe

Ennui | Inside Out 2

Éowyn | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Elita One | Transformers

Fear | Inside Out 2

Jason Voorhees | the Friday the 13th franchise

Venom (Symbiote) | the Marvel universe

Hiccup Haddock | How to Train Your Dragon

Sentinel Prime | Transformers

Elsa | Frozen

Pavitr Prabhakar | Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Yoda | the Star Wars universe

Gimli | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Kamala Khan | the Marvel universe

Furiosa | Mad Max: Fury Road

Once-ler | The Lorax

Cassian Andor | the Star Wars universe

Snow White | Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

Haymitch Abernathy | The Hunger Games

Jedediah | Night at the Museum

Octavius | Night at the Museum

Arwen | the Lord of the Rings franchise

This is a returning list! Yay!

Marvel sweep! Come chat about your faves in a Community made for that very purpose.

[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.

[00mimir]

Um resumo das minhas leituras de 2024

Hoje eu alcancei a marca de 13 livros novos lidos no ano. A lista foi, em ordem cronológica: 

Noites brancas, de Fiódor Dostoiévski;

Ássia, de Ivan S. Turgueniev;

Brumas de Avalon, da Marion Zimmer Bradley;

O Messias de Duna, de Frank Herbert;

A cidade e as estrelas, de Arthur C. Clarke; 

Contato, de Carl Sagan;

Coleção de contos, de H.P. Lovecraft;

Fogo e Sangue, de George R. R. Martin;

Inverno em Sokcho, da Elisa Shua Dusapin;

A natureza da mordida, da Carla Madeira;

Passeio ao farol, da Virginia Woolf;

Pessoas normais, da Sally Rooney;

As crônicas de Nárnia, livro 1, de C. S. Lewis.

A minha ideia inicial era fazer um resumo de cada livro de forma individual, mas eu não consegui fazer isso para nenhum livro. Então eu vou fazer um breve resumo das minhas impressões com base nas recordações que eu tenho. 

Começo de ano russo

Os primeiros livros que li esse ano foram de autores clássicos da literatura russa. Eu não tinha uma expectativa muito clara para esses livros, além de achar que iria gostar deles. Apesar de não os ter achado ruins, fiquei decepcionado a ponto de não querer ler nada do tipo no decorrer do ano. Por mais que eu tenha conseguido ficar imerso na história, eu achei tudo muito dramático, tudo muito too much. Mas eu acho que isso é relativamente normal, tendo em vista que são livros de uma cultura diferente, de uma época diferente e com um linguajar diferente. 

Noites brancas foi um bom exemplo de como é importante pegar esses livros clássicos de uma editora renomada. Quando eu terminei o livro, eu fiquei meio what the fuck, mas ao ler o posfácio do tradutor, eu consegui compreender melhor o que Dostoiévski estava tentando alcançar com a história. De forma resumida, todo o exagero e os diálogos longos e toda aquela melação entre os dois protagonistas era uma grande sátira a esse tipo de trama. 

Ássia teve os mesmos tons pra mim. Muito drama, muita doidera e por mais que eu tenha me encantado com a paisagem, não curti muito a trama no geral. Aqui os comentários do tradutor também foram essenciais. Pelo o que eu me lembro, o autor tinha tido uma relação meio complicada com uma atriz, e que eles iam e voltavam ou era um romance às escondidas. 

Pra mim, talvez de forma injusta, o alto desses dois primeiros livros foram os posfácios. E com isso veio a reflexão de o quão importante é ter o trabalho dessas pessoas que estudam a fundo a vida do autor e conseguem passar o contexto do livro e da história para que nós, os não iniciados, possamos entender e aproveitar melhor os objetivos e as tramas desses autores.

E essa reflexão me levou a outra, de que em algum momento, infelizmente, haverá edições dos livros das Crônicas de Gelo e Fogo com comentários póstumos da vida e inspirações do autor. Confesso que não estou ansioso para esse dia. 

O interesse por rei Arthur

Aqui as coisas começaram a melhorar, mas não antes de ter um pequeno drama na escolha do livro. Faz algum tempo que eu quero saber mais sobre a história do rei Arthur, e com esse objetivo em mente, fiz algumas pesquisas, e fiquei interessado em duas opções: O rei do inverno, de Bernard Cornwell e as Brumas de Avalon, de Marion Zimmer Bradley. Como eu não tinha nenhuma referência para fazer a escolha, o meu critério foi o número de páginas (sim, eu sei, um critério bem merda, mas leve em consideração que nessa época a meta eram 24 livros, e não 12, e eu estava com medo de não dar tempo, o que realmente não daria). 

Comecei a ler o livro de Cornwell na espera do Hospital São Camilo com a minha namorada. O livro se mostrou tão ruim quanto o ambiente hospitalar. A sensação que eu tive era que eu tinha lido dois diálogos em um espaço de 20 páginas. Achei muito árido, muito ruim. E como eu ainda não consigo não gostar das coisas por conta própria, eu fui buscar validação para a minha desistência na seção de avaliações do livro no GoodReads e dito e feito, muita gente estava reclamando das mesmas coisas que eu. Minha desistência tinha sido aprovada pelo selo GoodReads. 

Com Brumas de Avalon não poderia ter sido mais diferente. Fui abduzido pela história a partir do momento em que a Muralha de Adriano foi mencionada (Muralha de Adriano, para quem não sabe, serviu de inspiração para A Muralha das Crônicas de Gelo e Fogo). Gostei muito da mistura de magia, destino e trama política. Achei impressionante como a Marion conseguiu encontrar e reproduzir as vozes das personagens de uma forma que é possível reconhecê-las só pelos diálogos internos. Todo o conflito de Morgana tentando defender o povo de Avalon, cumprir o seu papel em meio ao conflito que o dogmatismo dela e dos cristãos traz para a vida dela. Esse livro foi um dos melhores do ano pra mim.

Período Ficção Científica

Depois de Brumas eu entrei em uma fase ficção científica . Em 2022, eu li o primeiro livro de Duna e apesar de ter gostado bastante do filme, não gostei do livro. Achei o linguajar muito exagerado e não achei a trama interessante por boa parte da história. Gostei de alguns elementos como: a ambientação, o poder da Voz, mas não foi o suficiente para deixar a leitura menos sofrida. Li ele até o final na força do ódio porque estava na expectativa de melhorar, o que não aconteceu. E o pior de tudo é que eu estava tão confiante que ia gostar, que eu comprei o box da primeira trilogia em capa dura durante uma promoção da Amazon. 

Bom, o tempo passou, o segundo filme de Duna saiu e fui assistir com a minha namorada. Saí da sessão pensando “que filme ótimo, pena que o livro é uma merda”. 

Mais uns meses se passaram e fomos a um aniversário de uma amiga. Durante o aniversário, estava conversando com um amigo que tinha lido todos os livros de Duna, e conforme eu fui explicando os motivos por não ter gostado do primeiro livro, ele me disse que esses mesmos motivos que me fizeram não gostar, eram as características da saga toda; que era algo muito mais psicodélico, com uma ideia diferente. Depois dessa conversa eu fiquei me perguntando se eu estava esperando algo que a história nunca se propôs a entregar. Como se eu estivesse esperando que uma pizza tivesse gosto de pastel.

Com isso em mente eu comecei a ler O Messias de Duna, e gostei bastante. Achei interessante a reflexão de como seria o governo de uma figura messiânica, mesmo sendo fruto de uma profecia fabricada pelas Bene Gesserit. Agora resta a dúvida: o segundo livro é realmente melhor ou o fato de ter ido com mente mais aberta fez mais diferença do que estava esperando? Preciso reler o primeiro livro para ter certeza. 

O segundo livro do período ficção científica foi As cidades e as estrelas de Arthur C. Clarke. Comprei ele porque eu gostei da capa, achei um brega bonito, meio anos 80, e queria ler alguma coisa de um ator clássico de ficção científica. 

Arthur C. Clarke é considerado um otimista e isso é perceptível nessa história. Por mais que o protagonista embarque em uma aventura, nada de ruim acontece, o que não é necessariamente ruim. É uma história simples e gostosa de ler. 

A última história desse período foi O contato, do Carl Sagan. Carl Sagan era um grande educador e ele consegue transmitir isso nesse livro. Ele aborda o contato com alienígenas de uma forma bem única e intrigante. Desde a forma que eles estabelecem contato, usando uma sequência de números primos, até as implicações políticas e sociais que esse contato cria. Foi um dos melhores livros que eu li esse ano. 

Terror cósmico

O contato tem um tom bem otimista com relação a raça alienígena que entra em contato com a civilização humana: eles não tentam dominar, destruir ou escravizar a raça humana. Por mais que eu ache interessante essa visão, confesso que tenho uma certa queda para o contrário: a fragilidade da ideia de antropocentrismo; a possível hostilidade e indiferença de uma raça alienígena; e até mesmo a adoração de deuses malignos antigos. H. P. Lovecraft preenche todos esses requisitos. Ler Lovecraft conversou com muita coisa que eu consumi no decorrer dos últimos anos, principalmente os jogos da FromSoftware, sendo Bloodborne o exemplo mais claro disso. 

Um pulo em casa

Enquanto estava passando A Casa do Dragão, comecei a ler Fogo e Sangue, que era o último livro do mundo das Crônicas de Gelo e Fogo que eu não tinha lido ainda. Por mais que eu tenha gostado bastante da leitura, não tenho muitos comentários para fazer. 

Melancolia

Depois de Fogo e Sangue, eu escolhi livros curtos para conseguir conhecer novos autores, novas histórias e também bater a meta de doze livros no ano. 

O primeiro deles foi Inverno em Sokcho, da Elisa Shua Dusapin. Eu descobri esse livro enquanto estava jogando meu tempo de vida fora no TikTok. Fiquei muito feliz em saber que ele tinha sido publicado no Brasil. Esse livro foi um grande ganha-ganha para mim, porque além de gostar da história, descobri uma nova autora e uma nova editora. 

O segundo foi A natureza da mordida, da Carla Madeira. Esse livro fez parte de um clube do livro de duas pessoas: eu e a minha namorada. Nós gostamos bastante de Tudo é rio e decidimos escolher outro livro dela como o primeiro livro do nosso clube. Natureza da mordida é um livro que começa super despretensioso, mas depois ganha muita profundidade. 

O ponto alto dessa leitura foi ter lido em conjunto. Quando eu terminei ele, eu gostei, mas não achei grandes coisas, até a minha namorada apontar a profundidade da história. Depois que eu entendi o que estava acontecendo, o livro ganhou outro tom. A Carla Madeira consegue fazer você acreditar que a protagonista é uma coadjuvante. Estamos ansiosos para ler Véspera. 

Eu ainda quero escrever um texto sobre um certo personagem de Natureza da Mordida e tentar mostrar o motivo da partida dele. Mas isso vai ficar para depois.

Depois de ficar chocado com Natureza da mordida, fui me aventurar no fluxo de consciência da Virginia Woolf com Passeio ao farol. Eu vi muita gente recomendando outros livros dela como ponto de partida, mas eu quis ler Passeio ao farol porque achei a capa da edição Penguin-Companhia bem dramática. 

Ao mesmo tempo que eu achei o livro super interessante, confesso que foi uma leitura bem tortuosa (provavelmente seja por isso que ninguém indica ele como obra introdutória da autora). É um livro que não dá para ir de besta ler ele. Tem que ir bem atento para conseguir entrar no ritmo da Virgínia, mas uma vez que você entra na dança, flui muito bem. Apesar de não ter conseguido acompanhar o ritmo sempre, eu achei um livro bem bonito e triste. Em algum momento do ano que vem quero ler outras obras dela. 

Por fim, escolhi Pessoas normais, da Sally Rooney, por vários motivos. O primeiro foi porque eu vi um trecho da adaptação no TikTok; o segundo foi porque ela estava lançando Intermezzo e muita gente estava comentando que ela estava se consolidando como um fenômeno literário; o terceiro foi porque minha namorada já tinha assistido a série e tinha gostado bastante; e por último ele atendia os meus critérios de uma autora nova com um livro curto. Apesar de ter passado bastante nervoso com Connel e Marianne, Pessoas Normais foi um dos melhores livros que eu li no ano, se não o melhor. Achei ele de certa forma aconchegante e fiquei torcendo pra eles ficarem juntos o livro todo. 

Contos de fada, planejamentos abandonados e esquecimentos

Bom, se você estava contando quantos livros eu li até aqui, você provavelmente já notou que eu consegui alcançar a minha meta de 12 livros com Pessoas Normais, porém, eu acabei esquecendo de colocar um livros lido na lista que eu estava usando para acompanhar o meu progresso. O esquecido foi A cidade e as estrelas. Então na minha cabeça, 11 tinham ido, faltava mais 1. 

Esse último livro foi difícil de escolher. Eu queria ler alguma fantasia, mas não queria enfrentar 500 páginas, ou as vezes 1000 e poucas do Brandon Sanderson. Então fiquei algumas semanas procurando alguma coisa para ler que conversasse com o meu estado de espírito do momento. Tudo o que eu começava a ler não fazia sentido. Durante esse período eu estava me preparando para a Festa do Livro da USP. Tinha feito uma pequena lista do que eu queria comprar, que ficou oscilando entre 20, 3 e 10 livros. Bom, como imprevistos acontecem eu acabei comprando 16 livros e 1 mangá. E um desses livros foi O Leão, a Feiticeira e o Guarda-roupa, o primeiro livro das Crônicas de Nárnia. 

Confesso que gostei muito do livro. Ele é bem simples, mas não deixa de ser bonito e divertido. Não sei se eu estou ficando doido, mas eu vi algumas coisas que me parecem que podem ter servido de inspiração para o George na criação das Crônicas de Gelo e Fogo: uma personagem traz o frio consigo e cria um inverno prolongado; as estações estão desequilibradas por um fator mágico; sacrifícios de sangue. Sei não, me parece que tem coisa aí. Agora estou esperando outra feira do livro de universidade ou uma promoção da Amazon para comprar o box. 

Pontas soltas, planos e outras cositas más

Bom, por mais que eu tenha conseguido bater a minha meta + 1, não quer dizer que esses 13 livros foram as únicas coisas que eu li ou comecei a ler esse ano, que vale lembrar, não terminou ainda. 

Nesta reta final, eu tinha decidido ler O Senhor dos Anéis como o meu 12º livro, que na verdade seria o 13º (sim, eu estou considerando os três livros como um só, já que o próprio Tolkien não considerava a história como uma trilogia e sim como um grande romance. O que fez a história ser publicada em três volumes foram os fatores pós-guerra), mas eu acabei começando a ler Nárnia e fiquei tão empolgado com a história que eu acabei deixando a ideia de lado por um tempo, mas eu ainda tenho planos para terminar ele esse ano. 

Neste mesmo período eu comecei a ler Modernidade Líquida, do Bauman, e também gostaria de terminar ele esse ano. É um livro super interessante, mas não considero uma leitura muito trivial. Preciso ler ele bem atento e com um caderninho do lado para conseguir compreender o que ele está dizendo. 

Uma grande expectativa esse ano que se tornou uma grande decepção foi A Rainha Branca, da Philippa Gregory. Vi muita gente falando que ela era a rainha do romance histórico e a primeira página do livro prometia isso, porém eu não gostei da construção. Senti que estava lendo aquelas séries de épocas melodramáticas. Estou considerando dar uma segunda chance ano que vem, mas não tenho certeza ainda.

Comecei a ler também o primeiro livro das sagas do Elric of Melniboné. Para quem não sabe, George Martin se inspirou em alguns elementos dessa saga para as Crônicas de Gelo e Fogo. Bloodraven, por exemplo, é o Elric cagado e escarrado. Tenho que terminar esse livro ainda, mas vou deixar para o ano que vem. 

Esse ano eu li praticamente nada de divulgação científica. Eu ainda tenho esperanças de terminar o Modernidade Líquida, mas ano que vem eu quero ler mais divulgação científica. 

Também quero ler alguma coisa da Clarice Lispector, Jane Austen, Achado de Massis, digo Machado de Assis (comecei Memórias Póstumas de Brás Cubas, mas não terminei). Também quero ler outras obras do George fora do mundo de Gelo e Fogo. Quero ler mais sobre o rei Arthur e toda a mitologia que cerca ele. Tem tanta coisa que eu quero ler que eu nem consigo lembrar, mas tudo isso vai ficar para o ano que vem e provavelmente vai sobrar pro próximo. 

Bom, por enquanto, para este ano foi isso. Ano que vem tem mais. 

[regularme12]

🍃Masterlist Fic/Hcs🍃

🍃I'm currently writing it🍃

🍃The fics/hcs that are done🍃

Edited: 1/22/25

🍃Alvin and the Chipmuncks🍃

🍃Tied together, Lee Alvin, ler Simon🍃

🍃Arcane🍃

🍃Tickle headcanons🍃

🍃Viktor nation...How we feeling? Lee Viktor Ler Jayce🍃

🍃Big Windup🍃

🍃All fun and games, ig... Lee Mizutani, ler Hanai🍃

🍃Boruto🍃

🍃Tickle Headcanons🍃

🍃BSD🍃

🍃Nsfw⚠️‼️ Lee Dazai, Ler Chuuya🍃

🍃Camp Camp🍃

🍃Lee David?!🍃

🍃Disventure Camp🍃

🍃Alec is ticklish? Lee Alec🍃

🍃Terrick tickles🍃

🍃Tickle Headcanons Pt1🍃

🍃Fairly Odd Parents🍃

🍃Tickle asks🍃

🍃Goofy🍃

🍃A very goofy tickle time lee Max ler Bradley🍃

🍃Hazbin Hotel🍃

🍃Tickle Headcanons🍃

🍃Tickle Headcanons (AGAIN)🍃

🍃A dangerous game Lee Lucifer ler Alastor🍃

🍃MITM🍃

🍃Malcom and Reese tickle fight🍃

🍃Sakamoto Days🍃

🍃Break Time!!! Lee: Shin, Ler: Lu🍃

🍃Scott Pilgrim🍃

🍃Tickle headcanons🍃

🍃South Park🍃

🍃Tickles Lee Tweak, ler Craig🍃

🍃Sturniolo Triplets🍃

🍃Money tickletober lee Matt, ler Chris🍃

🍃Supernatural🍃

🍃Lee Sam, ler Dean🍃

🍃TADC🍃

🍃Put on your comedy masks- Lee Jax, Ler Gangle🍃

🍃TDI🍃

🍃Alejandro's wrost spot- Lee Al, Ler Heather🍃

🍃Just admit it- Lee Noah, Ler Al🍃

🍃The Regular Show🍃

🍃Ha! You lose! Lee Rigby, ler Mordecai🍃

🍃Tickle Headcanons🍃

🍃Trolls🍃

🍃Veneer vs the tickle monster Lee Veneer, Ler Velvet🍃

🍃Twilight Out of Focus🍃

🍃Tickle asks🍃

🍃Voltron🍃

🍃Shiro's on a rampage- Lee evy1 Ler: Shiro🍃

🍃Windbreaker🍃

🍃Can you be a little more quieter?! Lee Sakura, ler Suo🍃

[sleepy--anon]

Sleepy's Writing List

I will also write ler!reader, (there is a severe lack)

Mcyt

Dream

Sapnap

Georgenotfound

Badboyhalo

Skeppy

Dream XD

Sapnap 4K

George HD

Antfrost

Velvetiscakee

Captain Puffy

Awesamdude (Sam)

Larray

Sidemen

JJ Olatunji (KSI)

Simon Minter (MiniMinter)

Harry Lewis (W2S)

Ethan Payne (Behzinga)

Josh Bradley (Zerkaa)

Tobi Brown (Tobjizzle)

Vik Barn (Vikkstar123)

Heartstopper

Nick Nelson

Charlie Spring

Darcy Olsson

Tara Jones

Elle Argent

Tao Xu

Issac Henderson

Imogen Heaney

Sahar Zahid

Tori Spring

Otis Smith

Sai Verma

Christian McBride

9-1-1

Hen Wilson

Karen Wilson

Denny Wilson

Mara (Driscoll) Wilson

Maddie Buckley-Han

Chimney (Howie) Han

Athena Grant-Nash

Bobby Nash

May Grant

Harry Grant

Eddie Diaz

Christopher Diaz

Evan (Buck) Buckley

Tk Strand

Carlos Reyes

Ravi Pannikar

Tommy Kinard

Red, White, and Royal Blue

Alex Clermont-Diaz

Henry Hanover-Stuart-Fox

Beatrice (Bea) Hanover-Stuart-Fox

Nora Holleran

Percy (Pez) Okonjo

Smosh

Anthony Padilla

Ian Hecox

Shayne Topp

Damien Haas

Courtney Miller

Olivia Sui

Keith Leak Jr.

Tommy Bowe

Spencer Agnew

Amanda Lehan-Canto

Angela Giarratana

Trevor Evarts

Chance McCrary

Arasha Lalani

The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes

Michonne Grimes

Carl Grimes

Judith Grimes

RJ Grimes

Glenn Rhee

Maggie Rhee

Daryl Dixon

Carol Peletier

Rosita Espinosa

Enid

King Ezekiel

Aaron

Connie

Kelly

Gabriel Stokes

Noah

Lydia

Jerry

Bridgerton

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

Daphne (Bridgerton) Bassett

Eloise Bridgerton

Francesca (Bridgerton) Sterling

Gregory Bridgerton

Hyacinth Bridgerton

Penelope (Featherington) Bridgerton

Kate (Sharma) Bridgerton

Simon Bassett

John Sterling

House of the Dragon

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Aegon II Targaryen

Daenerys Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Jacearys Velaryon

Lucearys Velaryon

Helaena Targaryen

Baela Targaryen

Rhaena Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

Alicent Hightower

Rhaenys Targaryen

Squid Game

Seong Gi-hun

Hwang In-ho (Young-il)

Kang Sae-byeok

Cho Sang Woo

Bak Jung-bae

Jang Geum-ja

Jo Hyeon-ju

Dae-ho

Jun-hee

Park Gyeong-seok

Hwang Jun-ho

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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

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(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

Walter Beckett – Spies In Disguise

💌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

[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.”

[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

[sparkyscissorhands]

【 ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏʀ ꜱʏᴍᴘᴀᴛʜʏ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴏᴛʜ 】

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[gtx0s]

Acabei de ler sua fic do "só por uma noite" e estoy encantadíssima com o jeitinho que o Brad ficou com a Rox 😭💖 ele é tão pai de menina coded

SIM ELE É TOTALMENTE GIRL DAD CODED!!!!

Headcanons que eu tenho sobre a relação deles:

✩Quando ele volta de Nova York, Brad sempre traz alguns presentes para Sam e Rox, mas ele se empolga ao ver Rox abrindo os seus presentes. Porque os dois sempre acabam se divertindo juntos depois

✩ Brad já leu e pesquisou sobre TODOS os tipos de produtos de beleza que Rox pode usar, desde maquiagem até esmaltes e tintas de cabelo específicas para crianças.

✩O papel de parede do celular dele é um desenho feito por Rox, e o toque do seu celular é o som de uma demo da banda de Sam. (banda de garagem, ok)

✩Sempre que eles se encontram, pelo menos um dia é reservado para uma "noite de garotas". Eles assistem a filmes de kung-fu (Rox é apaixonada por filmes de ação), comem todo tipo de doce e muita maquiagem de glitter. (Brad sempre passa pelo menos uma semana achando glitter no rosto depois dessas noites)

✩No apartamento de Brad, em Nova York, há uma parede que Rox desenhou com giz de cera. Ele nunca limpou a parede porque gosta de olhar para ela e lembrar das crianças.

✩Quando Max chama a atenção de Rox ou dá uma bronca, ela corre direto para Bradley. Ele a acolhe, acalma, e explica com paciência o que ela fez de errado, incentivando a pedir desculpas ao pai

ENFIM

Ele foi feito pra ser pai de menina ♡♡♡♡♡♡

desculpa eu me empolguei e fiz um desenho rápido kkkk