#this is love I just can’t live without

[gennyanydots]

But this is love I just can’t live without Masterlist

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x f!Kazansky!Reader

Biker!au

Summary: You swore you were never coming home again. Not after what happened. What he did to you when you were kids. But you know you’d regret missing your own mother’s funeral if you didn’t show up. You just hope he doesn’t come even though it’s almost guaranteed he will. Has to support his grieving president and all.

Connected to but not necessary to read:

Take me with you Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x f!reader

Top Gun MC members:

Iceman - President

Maverick - Vice President

Slider - Sergeant at Arms

Hollywood - Secretary

Wolfman - Treasurer

Original members - Merlin, Sundown, Chipper, Cougar, Hondo, Cyclone

Newer members - Rooster, Hangman, Bob, Coyote, Fanboy, Payback, Fritz, Yale, Harvard, Omaha

Chapter 1 “Oh how can it be” Baby Ice

Chapter 2 “Bit off more than you could chew” Bradley

Chapter 3 “Nowhere to go” Baby Ice

Chapter 4 “A man so filled with doubt” Bradley

Chapter 5 “Counting on beauty to kill off the beast” Baby Ice

Chapter 6 “A curse I can’t disown” Bradley

Chapter 7 “Howl at the moon” Baby Ice

Chapter 8 "The softer the skin" Bradley

Chapter 9 "The sharper the teeth" Baby Ice

Chapter 10 “It’s tearing me apart” Baby Ice

Chapter 11 "It's worse when I'm alone" Baby Ice

Chapter 12 "Despite the toll of the dead" Baby Ice

Chapter 13 " " Bradley

Title and chapter names from:

[randomalistic]

Wait you guys are actually buying Disney products I thought it was a joke

(READ TAGS FOR FULL CONTEXT Sorry it’s long dies

[turtleblogatlast]

[ cw: violence mention / death mention / ]

Will never stop thinking about how Leo, all alone in an endless void and being beaten again and again and again by the only other living thing around, still finds comfort in that space. The situation he was in was completely hopeless, and in any other circumstances he would not have escaped, at least not fast enough to save him from permanent (or even fatal) damage, be it physical or mental.

And yet, despite the bleakness of his situation, despite the agony and helplessness, all he needs is one glance at a crumbled photograph, one glance to remember his family, and that’s enough of a reason for him to smile.

Maybe that’s why his powers center around manipulating space - because no matter how much space is between them, no matter how dire his own situation may be, just the thought of his family, alive and okay, is enough to give Leo hope.

[shima-draws]

I’ve mentioned it before but I’m a fucking sucker for unhealthy dependent relationships. There’s just something about them that is so. Chef’s kiss 👌

Anyway I’m still thinking about how Law was so attached to Cora and was so traumatized by his death that he literally devoted thirteen YEARS of his life to revenge killing Doflamingo. Even though all Cora ever wanted was for Law to just be free and live his life happily. And Law spending all his time in a hateful revenge spiral is literally the exact OPPOSITE of what Cora wanted for him. BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE. If the thirteen years of endless devotion to avenging his savior wasn’t enough Law 1. Named his pirate crew the Heart Pirates in honor of Cora, 2. Covered himself in permanent heart-themed tattoos in honor of Cora, and 3. Fashioned his Jolly Roger to be a mockery of Doflamingo’s and ALSO to honor Cora. Homie is a walking memorial for a man he only really knew for six months and again crafted the most intricate plan known to mankind to murder Cora’s killer. Because losing Cora fucked him up THAT much. Because even though Cora set him free, the moment Doflamingo shot him Law was chained to the memory of a man who no longer existed. Law literally fashioned his entire life down to his own appearance after Cora and it makes me so insane. I cannot even imagine what went through his head after Dressrosa I mean how do you move on after a thirteen year grudge is put to rest. What is he supposed to do now. Avenging Cora was literally his entire existence, his entire reason for living for half of his life. He needs therapy probably. If Cora somehow ever did come back to life Law would lose his fucking mind. The dependency is SO unhealthy and I am SO here for it

[papertowness]

admittedly one of my favorite things about house ( that also drives me up a wall ) is that something Really Big happens and then the next episode they like loosely mention it like wow wasn’t it crazy that that happened . anyway haha

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

Local knight is enamored by the princess

Fantasy au!Kat and Lily

[yappacadaver]

Crazy wild shit man

[cjlouwho]

✌🏻

[wildsaltair]

y’all don’t understand I need to BITE his ribcage

[mistresscitrusslice]

A few months ago when I was into BG3, I couldn’t stop thinking about God Gale/Ascended Astarion and Dark Consort Gale/Ascended Astarion.

…and then I realized I had just circled back to what was essentially reskinned Divorce Era Jayvik and Augmented Jayce/Machine Herald. 😐

My brain only has one setting.

[gennyanydots]

This is love I just can’t live without Ch. 12

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x f!

This is love I just can’t live without masterlist

Top Gun biker!au

Chapter summary: Is this the worst day of your life? It's definitely up there

Chapter trigger warnings: parental funeral, vague description of a religious funeral, googled (probably inaccurate) biker funeral ideas

Ch. 12 "Despite the Toll of the Dead"

You quickly swipe at the tears streaming down your cheeks with the hand not wrapped around your father’s bicep, holding on for dear life. The arm wrapped around your shoulder tightened as you shifted your gaze from the ground to Carole’s face who then gave you a reassuring half smile and a squeeze from her hand on your shoulder, before you went back to staring at the ground. 

You’re fortunate enough not to have many days in your life that you’ve called “the worst day of your life”, in fact you can only think of three, but this one takes the cake. Knowing your mother is dead and watching her funeral take place are two very different things. 

The funeral itself had been a blur. You could barely recall being at the church not even an hour prior to meeting at your mother’s final resting place. You only remember glimpses of things. Your mother’s casket being carried in by your uncles and Bradley. Uncle Wolfie standing behind you with a hand perpetually on your shoulder. Carole doing a reading at the pulpit. The priest speaking quite highly of your mother, not that you had ever heard anyone speak badly of her. You felt choked the minute you stepped into the church until you stepped back outside afterwards. The air outside felt freeing in a way when you left the doors, however the site waiting for you as you stepped out of the church caught your breath once again. Bikes. Hundreds of them. Filled the entire parking lot. You knew the church was filled but you didn’t realize the amount of people who had come to pay their respects to your mother until you saw the ones who couldn’t fit into the church. 

Your father, ever the stoic president, just nodded at the group as he went to his bike to head to the cemetery. You rode over with Carole in the Bronco, bikes and dresses don’t always mix well. Neither you or Carole spoke on the drive over. You were too lost in your thoughts to speak anyway. You were thankful for the time alone with Carole. It was grounding. You know you could have broken down in the car and there wouldn’t have been any judgment. It was a safe space.Your safe space. Carole and your mother had been so entwined together in your mind that your brain sometimes couldn’t tell the difference between them in memories. 

All of that brought you here, standing near your mother’s grave, listening to the priest say a few more words. Prayers you assume. You can’t really focus on what he’s saying. Everything just feels….numb. Your mother’s casket is finally lowered into the earth and the tears flow more freely down your cheeks. Everyone is quiet as the reality sets in before loud revving is heard from the small cemetery’s road. All those not surrounding the funeral plot had stayed on their bikes to send your mother off with one last rev. You even see your father wiping away tears at that. 

Slider takes point for your father and announces that there would be a celebration of life cookout at the club immediately after this and that everyone was invited if they so wished. 

As people dispersed, you stayed staring at the hole in the ground that now housed your mother. What were you supposed to do now? Just go on living when she doesn’t get that same opportunity? It’s not fair. 

Carole and your father stayed by your side. When you finally looked up you were sure that the three of you would be the only ones there but as you turned around to head back to the Bronco with Carole your eyes met those same deep brown eyes that haunt your dreams. 

Bradley gives you a half smile as he holds his hand out to you. You look up at your father who nods at you as Carole lightly guides you to take a step towards her son. You put your hand in his and he leads you towards his bike. You look back towards your father and Carole as your father throws an arm over Carole’s shoulders. She winks at you before you get to Bradley’s bike. 

“But I’m in a dress,” you explain as you look at Bradley funny. 

“When has that ever stopped me from putting you on my bike? I distinctly remember senior year homecoming when you refused to let me pick you up in anything but my bike,” he said with a chuckle. 

“Yeah,” you start, “But that..that was different. This is a funeral.” 

“No this WAS a funeral. Now it’s a celebration of life. A dress wouldn’t have held your mom back from climbing on the back of your dad’s bike. Funeral or not. It’s not about to stop you. Plus we’re going straight to your house so you can change. You won’t be comfortable in that dress during a cookout, I know you. Plus I think your mother liked you better in tie dye,” Bradley says with a grin as he got onto his bike. 

You furrowed your brows, “But that shirt’s dirty. I wore it two days ago.”

Bradley looked at you incredulously as he once again held his hand out to you, “You really don’t think my mother found it on my bedroom floor and washed it for you?”

You grumbled as you took his hand and climbed on behind him. 

He chuckled, “Probably brought back fond memories for her.”

“Bradley!” you yelled as he laughed and fired up his bike.

[foxgloveinspace]

People jumping ship cause of the new masks is very ahhhh. Telling. Tbh.

[shima-draws]

Banging my head against the wall I’m SO deep into the trope of Person A being like “I have to keep being useful and doing whatever I can to please Person B if Person B ever stops needing me I’ll literally die I’m so so scared that they’ll stop needing me” and Person B saying without any hesitation “I’ll never stop needing you”

[zorosdimples]

knowing i should take a step back from tumblr for my own wellbeing vs. being emotionally attached to this app and the people on it

[aakeysmash]

i want a divorce after finding out you’re a fushiguro household hater…..

NOOO BABE PLS I LOVE YOUUUU

[little-pondhead]

Question: how does one safely use boiling water to wash their hair?

I have no hot water at the moment and aside from dunking my head in ice and hoping for the best, I don’t really have a good way to properly wash my extremely thick hair.