Christian Slater Brainrot

Christian Slater brainrot ✨💕

JAMIE MUSCATO

YOU NEVER FAIL TO AMAZE ME 😻

THE GROWL I CANT-

(this is not my audio)

Credit:- @4nglic4_

Hawks unironically listens to the Rio soundtrack because bird movie and he genuinely finds the soundtrack absolutely bussin bussin and you’ll have to pry this shitpost headcanon from my cold, dead hands before I drop this. You CANNOT TELL ME you can’t imagine this cute ass mf walking on a roof during a patrol and fucking HOT WINGS comes on in his headphones and he drops whatever he’s doing just to do a little dance to the rhythm and sing along to our iconic line, “I wanna party, I wanna samba~” cutie probably actually learned to samba, too. 

domestic bliss (jean kirschtein x reader)

note: i wholeheartedly blame tiktok for this idea but i’m not mad at all about it. also, i wrote this on my phone because the wifi went out but i wanted to publish it 😩🤚 enjoy reading and sobbing after because jean isn’t real

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It was nine in the morning. Yet that didn’t stop Jean from belting out the lyrics of “More Than a Woman” by the Bee Gees while making an omelet.

It wasn’t the first time you had seen him like this. Jean was a morning person — oddly enough — and he enjoyed making breakfast. The first time you stayed with him overnight had been quite a shock because he hadn’t seemed like the type to sing along to a meticulously curated Spotify playlist while cooking. Now, more than a year into your relationship and moving in together, you had gotten used to his morning shenanigans.

“Put on a shirt. You’re going to get burned.” You grumbled as you poured coffee into your favorite mug.

Jean paused singing and turned to you with a pout. “What? I thought you liked me shirtless.”

“Not when you’re standing next to a hot stove.” You eyed the flame and hot pan wearily. Cooking wasn’t one of your favorite activities. You only ever did it when necessary, and even then it would be rare to do so.

You watched as Jean suddenly put the spatula in his hand down and turned towards you.

“More than a woman to me,” he singed, wrangling the mug out of your hand and twirled you thrice around the small kitchen. He then clutched you close and hummed as the song continued in the background.

“I love you,” he said, squeezing you before releasing you with an apologetic gaze. “But breakfast isn’t going to cook itself.”

You laughed and watched him go back to the stove. Grabbing your coffee mug, you started to walk to the bedroom to get ready for the day and said over your shoulder: “Yeah, keep cooking. I might just be tempted to elope with you.”

Christian Slater brainrot ✨💕