#year of rooster

[doctorsiren]

[yeagrave]

it’s been a year since my first sereshaw post, so I did a redraw :’)

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[jayjay-thejet-plane]

Bradley doodle cuz work was just sitting through staff meeting crap today! (first day back after summer, it just be like that)

[homeofhousechickens]

Chickens likely domesticated themselves the same way wolves did which is basically by hanging around our settlements and eating our refuse.

Living with chickens in this sort of way was likely happening way before the estimated times of 8,000- 10,000 years ago. The relationship was likely already long established it was just during that time some chickens started developing smaller/weaker adrenal glands which caused them to become much easier to raise and handle which eventually lead to the domesticated chicken we know of today (and how that happened so suddenly is a completely different but very interesting topic)

Also due to this you could argue that there isn't any true wild red jungle fowl left untouched and uninfluenced by humans anymore. Not only due to constant cross breeding with domestic chickens but because red jungle fowl are still doing what their ancestors did in their current range, if there is a town or village nearby the bravest junglefowl will still choose to intermingle with the village and eat the refuse, agricultural byproducts, and waste. People will still catch and care for these "wild" birds like their ancestors did. This isn't to say we shouldn't try our best to preserve the wild red jungle fowls wild genetics, their should be populations left to be in their natural environment but it's likely they are not truly same wild birds they once were thousands of years ago and honestly that's OK because thats how its been for thousands of years.

[calkale]

we don’t get fooled again

[k9effect]

Bradley "Boyfriend" Bradshaw

Messy hair, hickies and soft clothes <3

[bettycooper]

liking a male character like...Bradley Bradshaw edition (insp.)

[ehhgg-art]

rooster teeth really did the biggest queerbait ever. of all time.

[abbeysquidd]

"Never happened."

[crossthread]

No jokes here. The Navy’s best pilot and the Navy’s best admiral. Between them, eight air-to-air combat kills and five stars. These were men who commanded respect with or without your approval. This was the picture of ruthless competence.

Debriefing (& Other Stories) • part 2 of Easier Done Than Said by @compacflt

[ibetittering]

No matter what this man apparently always has to have an annoying orange

[the-ace-with-spades]

The year is 1995 and Mav disappears off radars on a mission overseas. He's declared MIA and then when satellite pictures of an F-14's wreck show up, declared KIA.

It's a hot August evening when Ice opens his front doors to see a Navy officer with a precisely folded flag in his arms and a JAG lawyer with a suitcase full of documents. Baby Goose should be already sleeping upstairs, preparing for their planned camping trip the day after.

Ice lets them in without a word.

They walk past the living room where Ice had been checking their tent for rust, straight to the kitchen table. They don't sit down.

"On behalf of the President of the United States, the United States Navy—"

"Spare me the bullshit."

He's still holding the flag, letter on top of it, seal unbroken.

"Why are you even here? I'm not his—" Loved one. Ice was just—there. A close friend. A wingman. It doesn't matter whether he loves Mav or not, he will always be just someone in his life, not his loved one. "I'm just his best friend."

"Commander Mitchell stated this address as Bradley Bradshaw's main residence during deployment."

Jesus Christ. He can't—Bradley. What was he going to tell Bradley?

"Commander Mitchell's sole beneficiary is Bradley Bradshaw, and since he's a minor, we need to execute his will alongside our condolences." Bradley lost another parent. And all he has left is a will. "You've been named as Bradley Bradshaw's legal guardian if Commander Mitchell was—unable to take care of him."

"He's never told me that."

He didn't. Not even a word. He knew Mav had a will, they all did. But he never thought enough to make sense of the details.

It couldn't be Ice. He couldn't exist on paper in Mav's life or in Bradley's life.

"You can refuse—"

Ice phases out the words that come after — Mav can't be gone, Mav couldn't have left Bradley to him, Mav couldn't have thought he would be able to care for Bradley alone, without Mav's help and guidance. He couldn't have left them both there with broken hearts.

Ice doesn't believe this. It can't be true. If he stares long enough, the two officers in front of him are going to disappear and he will get a late night call from Mav from the ship and will wake up Baby Goose so they could chat and—

"Ice, I know I should be asleep but can we check if we got enough jars for bugs? I really want to—"

Ice finally comes back to the surroundings.

Bradley stands in the kitchen door, noticing the two people in there, in uniforms. "I'm sorry, sirs, I didn't know—"

At that exact moment, Bradley notices the flag and the unopen letter. He can see it nice and clear — his face falls and he doesn't look at anything but the goddamn flag and the stupid letter made on behalf of the President.

Ice stops breathing. "Bradley—"

"No," he says, shaking his head, so quiet. "Not again, no—"

Before Ice can say anything, Bradley is running back up the stairs.

[mafiatsunafish]

After DADT has been taken down, Ice and Mav, calmly kicked down the closet door and came out.

The photo of theirs first date has been proudly placed among others on Ice’s working table in his office ever since. There’s also an copy of this hanging on Mav’s wall of photo in his own hangars.

But for some weird ass reason, people still quite oblivious to the fact that the COMPLACFLT and the Navy’s most reckless Captain are apparently married to each other.

And their newly adopted adult children are also those people to their COs dismay, like, the two aren’t even trying to hide their marriage, it’s on the files and is supposedly public knowledge.

(Their incredibly smart but also unbelievably dumb children)

(Not Rooster, that kid was their ring bearer and a little shit watching his squad mates loosing their sanity slowly while trying to figure out who Maverick’s spouse is)

(Mav: Hey Roo, can we recreate this photo with you and Hangman? It will be so cute.

Rooster who is in deep denial over his very obvious crush * choking *: Ha?! Why!? Why him? We aren’t even date?

Ice * laughing at his son confused face* : ahhhhhh, I see, good luck with that then kid.

Rooster: What?!?)

[cream-and-five-sugars]

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ARE WE READY FOLKS???

original  |  volume 4/5  |  volume 6  |  volume 7

[jynxlinkz]

I'm sure everyone has seen this by now however, if you haven't here it is.

Rooster teeth uploaded this a few mins ago.

[unlawfulchaos]

[Baby Bradley always with the jokes]

Bradley: What mouse walks on two legs?

Mav: I don't know.

Bradley: Mickey! Okay, what duck walks on two legs?

Mav: Donald.

Bradley: No. All of them!

Mav: This is the last time you make a fool of me in my own house, goddammit.