Just Chillin’ Til My Homies Come Back

Current Obsession: Top Gun 💕 My name is Wren (Hello!) 30+ AO3: SeaWitch7313 Asks, Likes & Follows come from my main blog: kitchenwitchvibes

[overwhelmed-alien]

It’s DONE.

Shoutout to @texasteaparty and @prollybradshaw my rockstar “editors” with their invaluable (and often times hilarious) advice and insights 🥰🥰🥰

And also to @sad-trash-hobo I’m so sorry for my panic-inducing comment on your ask! In my defense I am sleep-deprived. 🥴

I hope this doesn’t suck!! 😬🔥

[overwhelmed-alien]

Sunrise this morning! I met a friendly pup playing “run away from dad!” (though he shook beside me and now I smell like wet dog - worth it!) ☀️ 🌊

Also moonrise last night over the ocean. 🌖

[hthrrloooo]

Catastrophize Benedictine

[caystar13star]

Couldn’t resist- it just screamed hangster and bratty Bradley

[overwhelmed-alien]

Aka - Cow-eyed Bradley always drives during the day because Jake is blind as a bat in sunlight and can’t see shit. (Or equally dark-eyed Nat or Javy, if Bradley isn’t available)

Aka - it’s why he’s got those cute little crinkles around his eyes (he’s always squinting during the day, even wearing sunglasses)

Aka - Jake’s always a little pissy during the day (because he’s blind as a mole rat, and has a chronic headache, and it pisses him off), but he mellows out and turns almost sweet in the evenings when he can finally open his eyes all the way to focus on something.

Aka - “Phoenix, where is he, I can’t see’im!” No shit Sherlock, boy can’t see shit in sunlight. (Headcanon that It wasn’t that bright during that flying scene, but it was Jake’s pov and it felt like he was flying INTO the sun. Mav used his own green-eyed experience to knock the new green-eyed kid down a few pegs lol)

Aka - the daggers hearing “why’s it so fucking bright out here?! 🤬😩” multiple times a day when they have to venture outside.

Aka - the cowboy hat isn’t just a Texas thing, it’s so he can shade his eyes from the torture device that is the sun.

Aka - several people (including an admiral) lowkey think Jake is a vampire from the violent, visceral reactions he has when he goes outside into sunlight. (He straight up flinches and hisses sometimes)

Once his eyes finally adjust he’s better (not good, but at least the light doesn’t sear into his brain still), it’s just the transition of going outside from inside that is pure agony and makes him want to claw his poor aching eyes out.

Bradley, Nat and Javy are his official guide dogs during daylight hours. Sometime he just fully closes his eyes and latches on to somebody’s shirt (or hand/belt loop in Bradley’s case) and lets them lead him where ever he needs to go.

The Daggers always carry extra ball caps and sunnies with them in case Jake loses his (because they secretly love their pissy naked mole rat 🥰)

[overwhelmed-alien]

View for the next week 🥹 I brought my laptop strictly for Hangster fanfic writing purposes, NOT work.

Let’s gooooooooo!! 🌊🌊🌊

[overwhelmed-alien]

Where is our @redfurrycat ??

[texasteaparty]

[indifferentvincent-deactivated2]

Goose saying 'honey' Top Gun (1986) req by @maverickcalf

[welcometololaland]

things jake has thought part 2 (part 1)

[pilvimarja]

[hangmanbradshaw]

I CANNOT DECIDE. Um. Broadcaster or Boxerina or Mandolorian... decision paralysis. Um um um. Any of those. You decide! 🤕 (that's the emoji though...)

hahaha that is so real, me when looking at yours always like too many good options!! (me writing as well which I know you get hahaha)

I'll do little bits of 2 :)

boxerina:

Bradley thumbed over the tiny scar, raising a brow in question.

“I was a kid, fucking around at the studio I trained at. My brother warned me to stop. I didn’t listen. Took a barre to the face,” Jake filled in. “He made our driver bring me to the ER. I was fine, of course, but he held my hand the entire time.” Jake paused, lost in memory. He brushed over the mark himself, not having to search for it, with a blank, cold expression.

broadcaster:

When Jake tossed his last bottle back into his toiletry bag, he hesitated, eyeing the last thing he needed to do. His ankle didn’t hurt as badly as it had, but it didn’t feel good, either. He grabbed the ointment. Embarrassed, he asked, “Do you have a stool or something? It’s hard for me to bend when I’m stiff like this.”

Bradley’s eyes tracked over the tube’s label, then him. “Can I?”

Jake bit his lip. He nodded once, handing it over.

Bradley hopped off the counter. He dropped to his knees and gently rolled the tight hem of Jake’s grey sweats. Jake could hardly breathe as Bradley gingerly lifted his calf, resting it on his bent knee, and squeezed the gel onto his fingers. He worked it there before spreading it over his ankle in the sore spot he’d pinpointed earlier.

A small noise slipped from Jake’s throat. Fuck, it felt good. The relief was instant and better than ever when joined by Bradley’s messaging fingers. 

“Anywhere else?” Bradley asked, blinking his hooded eyes at him under dark, fanning lashes.

[pampelushka]

WIP (not) Wednesday (anymore)

I know it's Friday, but c'est la vie...

I got tagged by my amazing friends @prollybradshaw, @overwhelmed-alien, @sunmontuewrites and @texasteaparty (for the last line tag game). Thank you all so much! ♥

I wrote literally ZERO words this week. (Was waiting for specific circumstances that never happened which is a good thing but anyway. I'll stop being cryptic now.) Have a snippet from the Pretty Woman AU, which is now sitting at 28k and is about 40% done, lol.

“Jesus,” he breathes once he’s finally able to make his body move. “That was… Fuck. What’s got you so riled up, darling?” He asks, tugging - lightly, this time - at the hair still tangled in between his fingers. 

Bradley blinks, slow and tired again, but his cheeks are flushed and his eyes wet and the tense edge is gone. He looks sweet and content, slumped in between Jake’s legs, his cheeks resting on Jake’s thighs, big brown eyes looking up at him. Jake’s heart melts a little.

“Hard day,” he answers, repeating Jake’s words and Jake decides not to ask more. Instead, he splays his fingers in Bradley’s hair, scratching at his scalp, earning himself a content purr.

Like this, they let the minutes tick by. Quiet. Close. Content.

[overwhelmed-alien]

[prollybradshaw]

i need to know who is running this twitter account

[drewtanakagf]

the cut to mav's jolly ass gets me every time

[0kazansky]

I saw this the other day and can't stop thinking about them

𓎟-𓎟 & 𓏏-𓏏

[nonscathingbullets]

Stealing a bag of ass with mama 🥰