#miles teller the man that you are

[peachesandcreames]

Decisions, Decisions 🥵🔥

[jakeotters]

I AM VERY UNWELL

[bunnie-babe]

i absolutely despise the military and how much funding they get

however,,, bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw’s porn stache ?? his ass ?? HIS ARMS ?? i would give all my money if it meant more of him, and i’m not even american.

[missathlete31]

We love a happy Glen!!!

[spankmespence]

minors + blank/ageless blogs dni - i need to be sedated.

[loveinwisteria]

ROOSTER VS THE GPCU (Glenn Powell Cinematic Universe)

Y'all know about doppelgangers? YEA ANYWAY- post break up Hangster ; everything ended in tears frustration and misunderstandings (as all Hangster break ups). SO heartbroken and in denial Rooster goes to a club far far away from base to get his hoe era post break up drunk on , get absolutely fuckin BLACK OUT DRUNK , wakes up the in the morning next to badabing badaboom JAKE??? even tho he's pretty sure they Definitely broke up (horribly might I add) . Man(Jake???) wakes up and asks him why he keeps calling him Jake when he explicitly said his name was Tyler (yes the tornado wrangler).

And so from there on starts the journey of Rooster bedding every single Glenn Powell character. From Tyler Owens to Gary Johnson to Ben (Anyone but you) to Gary Johnson Again but as Ron™ etc etc. (side not the question of whether Rooster fucks or get fucked belies on which character he's with)

So post mission , Hangster is finally reconciliating and almost there on getting back together. A night out at the hard brings it ALLLL together, the daggers are just chilling about and Hangster is hanging by the pool table being insufferably in love and flirting. HERE COMES IN TYLER MF-IN OWENS. The first person to notice is Maverick who just yells out in confusion "JAKE?!?" . Tyler being the gentlemen and flirt he is comes up to the Very Hot Man (DILF fr) and says "The name's Tyler Owens, sweetheart. Though being called Jake does bring memories of a certain someone" cue Rooster practically DIES in his seat curling around Jake who is equally in shock cuz there is a DOPPELGANGER OF HIMSELF RIGHT HERE IN THE HARD DECK! and then comes in the rest of the GPCU characters. Once the chaos subsides everyone on the squad proceeds to absolutely ROAST Rooster. poor man can't catch a break, his long time lover is here with him and everything is now all find and dandy with everyone surviving the mission yet here comes his past mistakes (tho they were Really good mistakes if you get it) getting absolutely bullied by everyone. It's not HIS fault he's still pining and yearning for Jake even broken up that he went and bedded his doppelgangers.

That man is just so irrevocably in love with Jake Seresin that no matter what he cannot escape no matter how many years it passed by and how many men he's fucked or been fucked by. The absolute yearning for that cocky arrogant handsome and mind blowingly gentle man he fell in love with causing him to just go out and bed people that seriously could all be twins and/or related to each other (they're not none of them are, they're all just doppelgangers)

And yes Maverick and Tyler do get together. I just think it's funny to make Bradley'a practically-second-father get with his post-break up-fling-that-seriously-looks-like-his-ex. Plus I think Pete will enjoy the chaos and adrenaline that comes with being an absolutely batshit insane tornado chaser

[miles-alexander-teller]

[bradshawsbitch]

happy 36th birthday to our fave - slut miles!

[stillbreathing-aer]

guys i'm not much of a patriot but FUCK put tgm in front of me and it's GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!! 🦅🦅🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸‼️‼️‼️‼️

[mollysails]

i saw the first top gun film the other day and I must say, in my humble opinion, the most unrealistic part about that film is the fact that they’re constantly trying to sell you that maverick pulls more bitches than goose

[peachesandcreames]

An Officer and a Gentleman 🔥🥵

[future-passed]

Too Old to Die Young (2019)

Volume 05. The Fool "I'm not gonna hurt you."

[tgmrooster]

"Hopefully plan on making a couple more movies, we'll see how it goes."

https://twitter.com/glitzypursegirl/status/1679690978410762240?s=46

[fairyoctopus]

trying to come up with a circus of dragons is fun but also i am running out of carnival games that i can think of

[alexiroflife]

"fortunes"

crack, fluff, ft: first years

satoru gojo x reader

Synopsis: satoru walks in on you showing his students a paper fortune teller

to sum it up: no productivity occurs when you, satoru, and the students are together

WC: 1,489

Warning(s): none

“Where the hell are my students?” Satoru mumbles to himself when he makes his way to the training field and finds it completely empty. He raises a hand to his hip in thought. He thinks he told them to meet here, but not even Yuji is anywhere to be found. 

Strange.

He imagines he’s going to hear a mouthful and then some if Yaga somehow finds out about this, so the sorcerer searches everywhere for his kids; the gym, the dorms, classrooms, but still nothing. 

With his mind now completely riddled with confusion, he texts Megumi on his way to his office and, not shockingly, receives no reply. Gojo isn’t terribly shocked or worried, but a heads up if they decided to skip today would have been nice.

He throws open his office door with his face stuck in his phone when he looks up and finally locates all three of his missing students within his space. Satoru is surprised when he sees the kids crowding around your figure, which sits in his desk chair hunched over with a folded paper fortune teller in your hands. 

Itadori and Nobara lean in closer, engaged with the activity as Nobara demands to know if the fortune says anything about her becoming a model in the near future, while Itadori talks over her to beg you to do his fortune for the twentieth time. Megumi sits nearby and watches calmly.

When Satoru’s presence is made known, the four of you turn and look up at him, momentarily falling silent. You smile brightly when you see him. “Hi, Satoru! Sorry, I forgot to tell you I was visiting today.”

The white haired professor tucks his phone back into his pocket with a grin. “Baby!” he exclaims, sauntering over to you to lean down and kiss your cheek lovingly. “Stealing my students from me, I see,” he says smugly, rubbing your cheek softly with his thumb.

“She wouldn’t have had to if you weren’t twenty minutes late,” Fushiguro chimes in tiredly, and Satoru shrugs bashfully when you toss him a knowing look. 

“What can I say? I’m a busy man.”

“Gojo!” Itadori exclaims, rushing to stand from his previous “criss-cross” position on the floor at your feet. “Your wife was just showing us this cool game she said you used to play! Look, the paper shows you your future,” the pink haired teen points to the dome-shaped object clutched over your fingers and you beam, opening it back and forth proudly. 

“Ohhhh, I remember those!” Satoru exclaims quietly yet excitedly as he rests his hand on the back of his chair behind you, leaning over you to take a closer look. 

“I thought it’d be fun to show them while they waited since they’ve never made one before,” you say, handing the fortune teller to Satoru.

“And Yuji’s been hogging it this whole time,” Nobara crosses her arms and glares at the said boy angrily. “You had your fortune read at least fourteen times already.”

“Because I have to make sure I get the most accurate results!” he fumes, and the two start bickering once more.

“Man, we used to make these things all the time,” Satoru marvels. “It’s actually thanks to these fortune tellers that (Y/n) and I are even together now.”

The kids freeze, looking over at Satoru inquisitively. “Huh?” Nobara and Yuji unify, while you roll your eyes and Megumi tries to shrink away from the conversation completely, sensing incoming bullshit from a mile away. 

“Satoru, stop telling that lie,” you exhale and he looks down at you with a smirk.

“What? It’s true!” he swears.

“So it really works?” Itadori gasps, turning to his sensei with glittering eyes. Satoru only nods with a wide smile, holding up the paper in his grasp.

“Mhm. We were here at Jujutsu High, just about your age, and I had the fattest crush on the prettiest girl in school,” the blindfolded man reminisces and you groan to yourself, flushing and turning away. “We were all in a big friend group, so one day we all decided that we’d make some fortune tellers like we did when we were kids- you know, just for the fun of it. I filled one with a message saying ‘you will marry (Y/n) (L/n)’ and the rest was history.”

Nobara stares at him as if he is ridiculous, squinting her eyes and curling her lips while Yuji absorbs the entire story believingly.. “Wait… aren’t the fortunes random though? Wouldn’t that just mean that a bunch of other people got the same message that you wrote at one point?”

“And you wrote the fortune yourself,” Megumi adds. “I don’t think fortunes are supposed to work like that.”

“Well, sure, if you wanna get all technical, but it worked, didn’t it?” he beams, tossing the paper to Yuji and craning over to gather your cheeks in his hands adoringly, bringing your face to squish against his. “Now (Y/n) and I are happily married,” he coos, Nobara and Megumi practically gagging while Itadori blushes happily at the sentiment.

You grip Satoru’s wrists as he squeezes your cheeks, pouting when he presses another loud kiss to your temple. “Satoru, please, you’re gonna scare off the kids.”

“Mrs. Gojo! Make me one that says I’ll meet Megan Thee Stallion one day,” Yuji exclaims passionately, heart set on the notion that these fortunes are meant to breathe truth into manifestation.

“You pervert! Megan would never have the time to even think about meeting you,” Nobara argues.

“Not if it’s put into a fortune! You know what, I’ll do it myself!” he rushes around the office to find a new sheet of paper and slams it onto the floor, laying on his stomach to pour his intense focus into crafting a new fortune teller the way you showed them.

“If you’re gonna just write whatever you want, then put a message in there that says I’ll get famous,” she crouches beside him, and Yuji immediately shields her from his work with his forearm.

“No, go make your own! I don’t need your juju rubbing off on me and ruining my fortune’s accuracy.”

“That doesn’t even make sense!”

“I don’t care, just don’t touch mine!”

“Will you idiots shut up?” Megumi hisses, moving to stand over them as they bicker. “It’s a piece of damn paper for kids. Give it a rest already.”

The two on the floor turn to glare boredly at the Fushiguro, putting their feud on hold to ridicule him. “And that attitude right there, Megumi, is why your fortune will tell you that you’ll end up alone with forty cats in twenty years,” Itadori deadpans and Nobara nods enthusiastically.

Megumi grits his teeth and punches the top of Itadori’s head, the boy ducking and clutching his dome. “Like hell I will! I hate cats!”

“Then why don’t you be a little more positive, hm?” Nobara grins evilly, leading Megumi to tighten his fists.

“Give me that damn piece of paper,” he demands, reaching down for Yuji’s when the said boy yells and throws his body over his sheet to keep his friends away.

Gojo chuckles, watching the scene unfold as he pulls away slowly from you, rubbing your back gently. You shake your head with a small smile, gazing up at your husband. “You started this,” you accuse, to which he laughs.

“How could I possibly have when you’re the one who showed them the fortune teller?”

“Only because you were late to training,” you raise a brow.

He gives in. “Fair enough.”

“You think they’ll make it to training today?”

“Mmmm,” Satoru thinks for a moment, watching his students fight to write their own little desires on a paper that holds no further power outside of your own conviction. “Nah. I'll give them the day. They’ve been working hard.”

You smile. “Okay,” you nod. “Just don’t let Yaga know about this.”

“If you promise to keep it a secret, we won’t have anything to worry about,” the white haired man says suavely, ducking down to meet your eyes. Though his blindfold serves as a barrier, you can feel his gaze soaking you in. 

You click your teeth with a playful smile. “Fine,” you say, and his grin widens, lips meeting yours swiftly with his hand pressed to his desk and the other still gripping the back of your seat. He kisses you once more on the corner of your mouth then pushes himself up, turning his focus back to his students.

“Alright, guys, whoever makes the most fortune tellers in the next five minutes gets to pick the place to eat tomorrow after the mission!”

You watch as further chaos ensues, papers flying and arguments rising, Satoru standing blissfully in the midst of it all. You sigh once more and prop your chin in your hand, pondering over how Satoru gets away with this behavior as a teacher so often.

[miles-alexander-teller]