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Tiny Review: The Rooster 2023. Low-stakes thoughtprovoker.
I like the message. That sometimes living happily(and naturally) also means behaving unorthodoxly(and madly).
That we are all broken. Some people are more broken than others. Some people let their brokenness consume them more than others.
Tim, or Mit (the Hermit 😂), is the conduit through which Dan, and us, learn this.
I thought the rooster is the embodiment of the Dan’s regular life, that it’s death meant the death of his old identity and that he needs to embrace a new identity, or die with the old one.
Instead, it’s a lesson to just buy back the same old life again? 😅
The Rooster is a 2023 Australian comedy drama film directed by Mark Leonard Winter and starring Hugo Weaving, Phoenix Raei, and John Waters.
#the rooster#the rooster movie#the rooster 2023#hugo weaving#phoenix raei#john waters#australian movies#philosophical movie#drama movie#experiential movie#2023 movie#hermit
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#im back and im simping for a military propaganda movie#truly living my worst life#hangster#tgm#rooster#hangman
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#top gun maverick#hangster#sereshaw#long post#movie: tgm#my gifs#yeahh this was an exercise in patience#with me and photoshop#but im happy with how it turned out#rooster: no thoughts only love songs#this scene is the Most Insane to me#also idk why they've fucking sped up on tumblr ughh
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#top gun our lord and savior#you can always count on the gay military propaganda movie#sereshaw#top gun#top gun maverick#tgm#hangster#icemav#rooster x hangman#can i get an amen#amen
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How come I've never noticed this before?!
Look at this scene first:
-> Ice is looking at Mav's eyes first but then his eyes flicker down to Mav's mouth for a tiny moment.
Then look at this scene:
-> Roo is looking at Hangy's eyes first but then his eyes flicker down to Hangy's mouth for a tiny moment.
IT'S THE SAME!!! Like literally the same!
#they are so flirty#and it's right in the movies#val and miles you are geniuses making these movies so queer for our entertainment#top gun#top gun 1986#icemav#hangster#sereshaw#pete maverick mitchell#top gun maverick#tom iceman kazansky#bradley rooster bradshaw#jake hangman seresin#hangman x rooster#iceman x maverick
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they say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery :)
(a silly 4-pg comic I've loosely titled Seeing Double, for fun! I know it's only mid-September, but I'm so so so getting into the Halloween mood)
#tgm#top gun#top gun maverick#icemav#tom kazansky#tom iceman kazansky#top gun iceman#pete mitchell#pete maverick mitchell#hangster#sereshaw#bradley rooster bradshaw#top gun rooster#top gun hangman#jake hangman seresin#comic#halloween#top gun fanart#art#illustration#digital art#fanart#artists on tumblr#clip studio paint#csp#NOTE: i gave ice so much dialogue so consider this an au post-movie where he does NOT die and also recovers his voice quite a bit thank you#a healthy ice if you will#also this was so hard!!! but so fun#people who do comics all the time are so impressive lol#anyway enjoy and happy early halloween!!
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TOP GUN: MAVERICK (2022) | dir. Joseph Kosinski
#timthatcher#dailyflicks#fyeahmovies#jake seresin#jake hangman seresin#bradley bradshaw#bradley rooster bradshaw#sereshaw#top gun maverick#tgmedit#filmedit#film gifs#movie gifs#*#*tg:m#*gif
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Glen Powell being Hangman on Twitter. I found these and thought they were gold. Lmao
#glen powell#top gun maverick#jake hangman seresin#top gun fandom#incorrect top gun quotes#incorrect quotes#top gun movie#top gun imagine#top gun#top gun rooster#youre welcome
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something something rooster and hangman at the academy
#holy fuck these bitches gay#tbh it could be any of them#phoenix and bob#mav and iceman#top gun fandom#top gun maverick#top gun movie#top gun hangman#top gun rooster#bradley rooster bradshaw#jake hangman seresin#sereshaw
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SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT (WITH YOUR FISTS FOR ONCE)
- you and bradley had always been attached at the hip until life pulled him away. when you’re finally living in the same place again, your unspoken feelings come to the surface during a san diego bonfire. (bradley “rooster” bradshaw x gn!reader, reader is characterized as someone who doesn’t like much attention, jealousyyyyyyyyy, pining & arguments but fluff at the end, ⚠️ mentions of alcohol / weed)
word count: 2,500
a/n - it’s so entertaining to come up with synonyms for kissing 😭 anyways, enjoy this, and listen to american teenager by ethel cain. oh and i was also so tempted to make the girl mickey in a wig, but i held back.
Bradley Bradshaw likes you. He’d go as far as to say he loves you, if he was being honest. He’s never said it, though, not in that way.
When you first met, he was pulled to you like a magnet. It was preschool, and he never left your side. He made macaroni portraits of you and you crafted tiny little friendship bracelets for him. Neither of you could speak well, or write well, but you stuck together anyways.
Your first written words were each other’s names.
Everything snowballed from there, but he couldn’t say he was mad at it.
You were so entirely different, but that’s what made it good, in his opinion. He always needed eyes on him, not for any pretentious ego-boosting reasons, but because it made him thrive. You tended to hide in the shadows. When you gave your eyes to him, and him to you, it was like the most natural thing in the world.
He was the classic class clown type all throughout middle and high school, with a football jersey and everything. When you came to his games, he swore he played a million times better, and you were happy to indulge in his superstition.
You like him, too. You’d go as far as to say you love him, if you’re being honest. You might’ve said it if he hadn’t been so clearly your platonic life partner. You would follow him, as toddlers, with his shirt edge balled in your small fist. You tried to draw him more times than you could count, but it always looked wrong, like you couldn’t really capture the life that he held so deeply in his eyes. You even considered joining the cheerleading squad for him, but you would’ve cringed under the gaze of the crowd.
When he left for the navy, and for college, and for anything after that, you wished you could bounce across the United States with him. Instead, you wrote him letters; copious amounts of them.
One thing that you both never dared to cross was the bounds of friendship. He would hold your hand, his thumb smoothing over the side of your fist, and there was nothing romantic about it. God, you wished it was, though.
Now that you’ve moved to San Diego, following him one last time, you beg whatever makes the rules to break them just once.
You walk up behind a broad-shouldered man you barely recognize and tap him on the shoulder. “I’m sorry, but I seem to be lost. Could you direct me to a man named Bradley? I believe his call sign is something silly, like ‘duck’.”
He whips around, sunglasses and mustache entirely new to you. He speaks your name in a breathy whisper, like he’s afraid his words will break if he says them too loud. “You’re here? Like actually?”
You’ve barely replied before you’re wrapped in a hug, feet lifted off the ground and body spun around so many times you think you might be sick. “Geez, Brad, put me down!”
He sets you down gently, holding out an arm for stability as you collect your bearings. “Sorry, sorry. I just can’t believe I’m seeing your face after all this time.” You’re even more breathtaking than he remembers.
San Diego has done him well, you reckon. His gold-tinted skin holds a deeper sense of warmth, now, even though he has always run hot. “You better get used to it. I have a fancy new apartment now, so I’m here to stay.”
His face holds a beaming grin, and the whole world falls away. “Thank god, I was beginning to think I’d be stuck here with just my coworkers.” He doesn’t even notice how you look at him with lovesick eyes.
After two months of San Diego, you say the one thing you thought you would never say: “I’m so sick of the sun.”
It’s midday, and you’re prepping for a Fourth of July bonfire party on the beach. The sun is beating down on your back, forcing you to scamper into the ocean every once in a while. Bradley is right beside you, wheeling yet another cooler onto the sand. “If I wasn’t worried about our shit being stolen, I’d suggest we abandon it and let Jake do all the work.”
You laugh. Jake was the one who suggested the whole bonfire, but, of course, he was “too busy” to help set up. You don’t mind doing the work. If it was an opportunity for you to be beside Bradley, you’d do anything. You’d even brave the burning ball of gas in the sky.
As you work, the sun disappears quickly.
By this point, after over two decades of friendship, you’ve lost a bit of that hope that pushed you to follow Brad in the first place. You know he’s attractive, and every woman in the world seems to know it too. What you didn’t know is that you’re pretty damn attractive too. As you’ve told yourself, you prefer to keep the attention off of you.
So, as the sun’s last dying rays scatter over the cooling sand, you pretend not to notice the women ogling your best friend.
The bonfire is great. Amazing, even. The flames reach high into the sky and the smell of smoke permeates the air; everything is cast in this sort of hazy glow, highlighting tanned skin and bright swimsuits. There’s also a woman chatting up Bradley, touching his arm flirtatiously, but you push that to the back of your mind. Instead, you’re focused on the guy in front of you, even when her giggle sends a ball of spikes into your heart.
He’s tall, a little on the skinny side, with tousled black hair and a puka shell necklace. Sand clings to his sandaled feet. He hands you a beer, which you tell yourself you won’t drink much of. You’ve already had a bit too much.
“So, know anyone here?” He asks. He’s eyeing you with a certain ferocity that you don’t notice, his gaze raking up and down your body.
You pop the can open and take a small sip. “Yeah. I know Bradshaw, and the rest by association.” You gesture to Jake and Natasha, who are arguing over a beach volleyball. You almost smile at the way she jabs him in the ribs, making him double over just enough for her to steal what’s so carefully held in his hands. The guy nods.
“I don’t. I’m here for the vibes, y’know?” He takes a step closer, and you notice he smells like smoke and something deeper, like perfumed weed. “And the pretty people.”
You shift in your place. “Have you found what you’re looking for?” You’re almost teasing now, completely missing the hunger in the way he licks his lips. Maybe you’re a little drunk, or maybe you’re just enjoying how someone seems to be giving you the longing looks you so sorely crave. It’s one night, you figure. You won’t ever see him again. What’s wrong with a little good-natured flirting?
“Absolutely.” He murmurs, reaching forward. His hand connects with the back of your neck, his breath cascading over your face, and your eyes flutter shut— before you’re yanked backwards by an arm around your waist.
You stumble. “What the hell?” You curse, colliding with a hard, warm chest. You drop your beer in the sand as you fall back. It’s Bradley, and he looks furious. “Brad, are you kidding me?”
“Come here.” His voice is lethally quiet and sharp as a knife. Your mind is reeling as you follow him a few paces closer to the fire, but a hot pool of anger sits in your stomach.
“Are you being serious right now? What in the world were you thinking?” You hiss. You look up at his tight-lipped face, utterly stoic in the light behind him.
“I’m not letting you kiss that piece of shit.”
“Who are you to decide who I kiss?” You’re so, so mad. So mad you could punch someone, but that would probably hurt you more than the person your fist connects with. Bradley just intervened in the one thing you thought he would never intervene in. You’ve let him swap spit with girls you’ve never seen before, and now he’s over here acting like you kissing one guy is the epitome of nastiness?
He scoffs. “You didn’t even notice, did you? That he was eyeing you like a piece of meat? God, he reeks of weed and swamp ass, too. What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking that I could have the once in a lifetime opportunity to make out with a perfectly attractive guy without someone interrupting.” Your arms are crossed, but you feel a lump forming in your throat. In your mind, that really was a once in a lifetime opportunity. It’s not like you go out of your way to meet people, and the people you’ve met have never even slyly complimented you. You’re not the type that gets dates or drinks sent your way or anything more than platonic. Currently, platonic is staring you in the face with the rage of a thousand suns behind his eyes.
“Make out with Bob or Nat, I don’t care. At least they won’t undress you with their fuckboy blue eyes. Even Bagman is a better choice.”
“You don’t get to decide those things— friends don’t get to decide those things. I mean, I didn’t throw a hissy fit when you were openly flirting with that girl.” In the back of your mind, you know he’s right. You know that your stomach dropped when the guy leaned closer to you, and that your kicked-down self esteem made him out to be a whole lot more attractive than he probably (definitely) was.
Bradley runs a hand through his already slightly messy hair, sighing like he’s regretting ever hitting you with a sand pail in preschool. “I at least get to decide when to save you from creeps and when to leave your love life alone. Trust me, you were in more danger than I ever was.”
“I reiterate, friends don’t get to decide those things.” He can see the insecurity swimming in your beautiful eyes. Yeah, you’re definitely at least somewhat drunk. You’d never argue with him like this if you weren’t. You’re also more than a little mad, and disgusted with yourself, and disappointed with your lack of charisma, and so jealous of the girl he probably tangled tongues with.
“What do I have to be, then, to get it through your thick skull? You know I love you. I’m just looking out for you.” His voice is softer, now, and sweeter, dripping from his mustache like honey.
He reaches out, and you cringe away. Love. It’s a word unspoken, one that’s been lingering on your mind since the day in seventh grade when he suddenly became attractive to you. Like most things, you assume it’s friendly. “Do you really love me if this is what you’re pulling? Say it like you mean it, Bradshaw.”
“I love you.” He states, taking your hands in his. This time, as you try to pull yourself from his grip, he holds on. “I love you.” He says again. It holds a certain weight that gets your heart pounding like a drum in your chest. He’s firm but gentle, and he can feel the years of unspoken feelings bubbling on the tip of his tongue.
That’s when the guy from before decides to approach, sliding a hand uncomfortably down your waist. “I think you interrupted us, dude.”
Bradley drops your hands, and before the man can grab you even lower, he’s getting decked in the face.
He collapses to the ground, clutching his bleeding nose and cursing like a bitch. “Fuck you, what the fuck! Fuckin’ Navy piece of fucking shit.” You raise your hand to your mouth as he scrambles to get away. His blood leaves a scarlet trail of droplets in the sand.
“Bradley…”
“I just want you to be safe.” He mutters, like he didn’t just punch someone in the face for you. “I don’t care if you don’t feel the same way, romantically, but I can’t stand seeing you with guys that aren’t as smart or good-looking as one fraction of your pinky toe.”
You reach up to his jaw, carefully, gingerly, before pressing your lips to his.
Like a scene from a movie, Fourth of July fireworks explode behind you, not unlike the fireworks going off in your mind. He has one hand on your waist and one hand on the back of your head, and neither make you even the slightest bit uncomfortable. It’s Bradley, and he makes you feel like the safest person in the world.
Your lips are soft, so soft. Bradley can practically hear his heart pounding in his ears as his body finally takes in the moment he’s been dreaming about his entire life. When you pull away, he misses the feeling, like the lost puzzle piece of his heart was stolen as soon as it was put back.
“You think my pinky toe is smart and good-looking?” You place a hand on his bare chest, teasing. He gives you the grin you’ve come to adore.
“Every part of you is. That’s why I love you.”
“I love you too. For more than your pinky toe, of course.”
“Oh,” he says, suddenly conscious of the self-satisfied look you shoot her, “y’know that girl I was talking to?” You raise your eyebrows questioningly as he nods his head at her. She sends a little wave, in which you notice a sparkling ring on her finger. “That, my love, is Reuben’s wife.”
You feel your heart sink to your feet as the embarrassment sets in, your cheeks growing warmer than the fire. You mouth a quiet “sorry” at her and she laughs, shooing your apology away with a gentle sweep of her hand.
“Is that why you went after Mr. Broken nose?” Bradley whispers in your ear. “That’s one hell of a way to make me jealous.”
You crinkle your nose as your face flushes impossibly warmer. “Not everything has an ulterior motive, Bradshaw.”
He looks perfect in this lighting, and to him, so do you. You can hardly believe that decades of friendship and tension and wishing led to this slightly improbable moment. You’re honestly glad you almost kissed a stranger.
“Yeah, but you’d best believe I do.”
He takes your hand in his and drops to one knee. Everyone turns to look at him, but for once, the only eyes that matter are yours. “Will you do me the honor of letting me be your lawfully appointed boyfriend?” You smile so wide you think your cheeks might split. You join him in the sand, holding his face in your hands and kissing his cheek.
“You really did mean it, huh, Brad?”
“Is that a yes or a no?”
“Yes. It’s a definite, no-questions-asked, yes.”
#solar eclipse.#bradley bradshaw x reader#bradley bradshaw fluff#top gun maverick#bradley rooster bradshaw#bradley bradshaw fic#bradley bradshaw fanfiction#bradley bradshaw imagine#bradley bradshaw x you#rooster bradshaw#bradley bradshaw#top gun fluff#top gun headcanons#top gun maverick x reader#top gun x reader#top gun fandom#top gun imagine#top gun fanfiction#top gun movie#top gun#top gun fic
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It's Not the Plane, It's the Pilots 💞💕
#top gun#top gun maverick#top gun movie#top gun maverick cast#top gun men#top gun 1986#glen powell#jake hangman seresin#greg tarzan davis#javy coyote machado#danny ramirez#mickey fanboy garcia#lewis pullman#robert bob floyd#jay ellis#reuben payback fitch#monica barbaro#natasha phoenix trace#miles teller#bradley rooster bradshaw#top gun tuesday#my favorite people#tom cruise#pete maverick mitchell#val kilmer#tom iceman kazansky#anthony edwards#nick goose bradshaw#jennifer connelly#penny benjamin
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I love talking to people who've seen "Top Gun: Maverick" but only see the Hangman x Rooster relationship at face value.
Me: Hangman and Rooster definitely dated before
Them: Well yeah, it does seem like there's a little bit of sexual tension there
Me: A LITTLE?
Them: Yeah, but Hangman obviously caused Rooster to dump him because he's a dick, right?
Me:
Me: Hangman was definitely a dick before, but he also definitely became a dickier dick because Rooster broke his heart.
#seriously if you think Hangman caused that breakup you need to watch the movie again#hangaroo#hangster#sereshaw#top gun maverick#jake seresin#bradley bradshaw#hangman seresin#rooster bradshaw
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"Easy, Maverick. Let's try not to get fired on the first day."
TOP GUN: MAVERICK (2022) dir. Joseph Kosinski
#top gun: maverick#top gun#tgm#joseph kosinski#maverick#rooster#miles teller#tom cruise#pete mitchell#bradley bradshaw#hangman#glen powell#jay ellis#payday#reuben fitch#gifs#movies#film#gif set#film edit#movie edit#film gifs#movie gifs#gif edit#reuben payback fitch
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part 1 of my favorite top gun maverick quotes series
#top gun maverick#bradley rooster bradshaw#pete maverick mitchell#affectionately titled: two dumbasses in the snow#or alt: mav reaps what he sowed#movie: tgm#my gifs#this was just fun to work on with the text effects#tgm favorite quotes
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“we are top gun” ahh edit (i miss top gun)
#top gun fandom#top gun maverick#top gun movie#top gun 1986#top gun edit#pete maverick mitchell#tom iceman kazansky#bradley rooster bradshaw#nick goose bradshaw#ron slider kerner#i spent eight hours on this and then proceeded to cry over itafushi so u can see how my uni break is going#noah edits
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