#me*topgunmaverick | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

mariailoveyou-guerin · 1 year

Text

y’all telling me AvatarTheWayOfWater Wensday got nominated but Woman King, Black Pantherwasn’t? no nominations for Will Sharpe Lashana? but Sebstain Stan (are joking) got it but at least severance getting it’s due finally! GoldenGlobes is a joke No Boyega Norton or Hoult which is understandable bc Raphl is nominated and but Adam Driver D Craig GlassOnion Ana De Armas got a nomination after that horrendous movie that was so wrong and portrayed a pure queen so awfully who’s shocked no one it’s qwhite interesting

also the director screen play nominations being just white men/people not one for Ryan Coogler, Jordan Peele, Gina Prince no Keke nomination no Nope no Wendell Wild after all the praise those movies directors and actors it got it’s very interesting qwhite wait in fact most if not all the awards are just white woman/people nominated, I swear they only put zendaya there to not look racist I’m sorry but how many times they gonna give her an award for the same role atp they just doing it to shut y’all/us up about screaming racism! bc sure she good but she was definitely not that good that she keeps getting nominated over and over again and keep winning over everyone when there have been way more stellar performances they only giving it to her to keep the racism screams in check and since she’s their and Hollywood perfect ideal black person to win since she’s lightskin and mixed so they’ll rather give it to her for the same one performance over and over again then a black actor especially dark skinned black person and you can’t tell me otherwise bc why only her it’s getting obvious and it’s very ridiculous they think anyone falls

is falling for their sh*t and very bad at hiding why they keep nominating just her and never anyone else but her! anyways fcvk these award shows they racist af also only pick whatever is popular will get them clout and hype not bc an actor is talented and deserves it or show is actually very good bc if it was for those rzn MythicQuest avenu5 would be nominated but @ least Evan Amanda Riri is deserve to win and Dropout which deserves to sweep all the awards along with thecrown, EverythingEverywhereAllAtOnce Severance OMITB WhiteLotus AbbottElementary TopGunMaverick Barry

also Atlanta Yellowstone is very good sweep worthy, havent seen thebear but heard it’s good also Dahmer sweep bc of Evan Nicey acting gave CHILLZ deserve to win/sweep Andrew Garfield bc hes an amazing actor even tho I haven’t seen his show + i love him! + hacks is fun the flight attendant was good so was hacks worthy of nomination but it wasn’t that good funny definitely better shows could’ve gotten nominated instead!

again MythicQuest Avenu5 WelcometoFlatch Homeccomics very good hilarious comedy shows worthy and deserved nomination! so many shows and actors was robbed Will Sharpe Danny Pudi 100% David Harbour for one idk feel why didn’t they ask evans was robbed Will Poulter was robbed like fuck these awards only nominating whatever is popular or will give them clout hype not bc of pure talent and good tv/film! at least severance and Barry wasn’t robbed even tho Anthony was robbed again and again I would’ve lost it if Severance was robbed again like that show is soooo good even better then TheWhiteLotus and everyone knows WhiteLotus is my shit my baby life bc of my girl Jennifer if only shows actors got what they deserved for giving us pure genius show’s performance but nope in the end it’s fcvk your talented great a88 or amazing brilliant mind blowing funny or good show or film is if it didn’t get tiktokers dressing up or it wasn’t tiktok viral! I need that fcvking app gone now on god I’m soo tired!

40 notes · View notes

frstcorinthians · 1 year

Text

; rest your head one more time (i)

summary: your trouble with rooster may have started back in virginia, but it followed you all the way across the country to sunny san diego. what luck, you reflected as you sorted through your medical supplies. the one guy from your graduating class who thinks you’re incompetent is the only one who also makes it here. pairing: rooster x f!reader, call sign ragdoll, a sort of enemies-to-lovers, maybe-they-were-a-thing-in-the-past type deal warnings: mentions of medical procedures (minimal, but reader is a doctor) that may or may not be accurate to military procedures wc: 2k she’s short notes: so my quest to build my little topgunmaverick fic universe continues with rooster. ragdoll was mentioned a couple times in cowboy casanova, so if you were wondering who that was....here she is. chronologically it’s before that one, but i just finished it yesterday, so. pls enjoy and sorry if there are any mistakes i missed!

Your trouble with Rooster may have started back in Virginia, but it followed you all the way across the country to sunny San Diego. What luck, you reflected as you sorted through your medical supplies. The one guy from your graduating class who thinks you’re incompetent is the only one who also makes it here.

Here currently being the Navy Fighter Weapons School, or at least its medical wing. You had just finished patching up another pilot who’d broken a bone pulling another stupid stunt. Really, you should be grateful. Accidents at Top Gun usually meant calls to the morgue, not the doctor. Treating anything more exciting than a sore throat or giving out flu shots should make you excited, remind you why you wanted this job in the first place. And it did, usually. It would have now, if the circumstances of the last few weeks had been different.

Your current patient was Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia, a member of the squad you were in charge of minding and frequent receiver of bumps and scrapes around base. A good guy, but excitable, especially when alcohol was involved—and you suspected it was, given the hangover he was desperately trying to play off.

“Are you sure you have to tape that many of my fingers together, Ragdoll? I only broke one,” he gripes, watching dubiously as you wrap a bright bandage around the splint you placed on his hand.

“Be grateful I’m not taping your thumb in too.” You tore the bandage off, taping the end down neat. “Give it a couple weeks, should be good as new. And quit doing every stupid thing Payback dares you to, I’m sick of seeing you here.”

“If you’re tired of being stuck with me here, you should come out with us sometime. There’s a couple bars the squad likes.”

You shuffled your supplies around aimlessly, avoiding his eyes. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

“C’mon, it’ll be fun,” he whined. “Plus, Phoenix and Bob really miss you - I think Bob gets lonely sitting in the corner by himself.” You laughed at that.

Still, his comments stung a little. You did genuinely enjoy going out with your little team, and you missed seeing them as often as you used to. But there was still the problem of Rooster. You weren’t actively avoiding him, just…staying out of the way from wherever you know he’d be. Unfortunately, that included most of the places everyone else was, given that you were, you know, a team and friends and all that.

“If you come out with us this weekend, I’ll buy you two rounds.”

Fanboy knew you well - you were sold. You could just get drunk enough to pretend Rooster wasn’t there.

“Deal. Make sure not to take any of these before you go out,” you said, handing him some painkillers for his hand. “I’ll know if you do, and then my drinks will be the only ones you’re buying.”

You and Rooster hadn’t crossed paths often at UVA, but when you did, it was explosive. You’d taken a political science class together - one on the history of chemical weapons in warfare - and ended up getting into an argument on the finer points of the effects of mustard gas. You’d admit it - you were the one who escalated it. Something in his tone when he responded to you pissed you off, and that, combined with your general lack of sleep and stress over an upcoming test, made you snap at him nice and loud for the whole class to hear. It was all downhill from there. You had never forgotten his condescending tone of voice, or the way he acted like an authority on the subject since he was some kind of military brat. You’d left the class fuming and made it a point to sit as far away from him as possible during the next lecture.

And even though you’d changed a lot since you graduated - and you were sure he had too - you could never quite forgive him for such a public humiliation. There had been worse adversaries since then, but he’d always be your first. Adding on the fights the two of you had gotten into when you were in medical training and the specific events of three years ago, Rooster held a special place of hate in your heart.

You pushed your memories to the back of your mind as you watched Payback and Fanboy argue loudly over some TV show they both watched, the bright blue of Fanboy’s bandage flashing in the bar’s lights.

“You did a good job patching him up,” Bob piped up from his spot next to you, nursing a vodka soda.

“Thanks.” You took another sip of your drink. “Wish he hadn’t broke it in the first place, but I’m sure he’ll be thinking the same thing up in the air tomorrow.”

“We missed seeing you here, you know.” Bob’s voice was soft. “It’s hard to see you all the way down on the ground.”

You laughed softly. “I know, and I’m sorry. I’ve just been…in a mood lately.”

“Is it because of Rooster?” You almost choked on your drink and shot him a look.

He shrugged. “You’ve been different since he came back.”

Bob’s perception - normally so useful in dogfights or bar trivia - was annoyingly spot-on. It wasn’t the worst thing that he’d been the first to notice something. Bob knows when to keep quiet, you reasoned as you finished your drink. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust any of the others with the history between you and Rooster, it just…wasn’t their business. You didn’t want to step on any toes - you were the only member of the squadron who spent most of their time on the ground, and it sometimes felt like you were more of an outsider than a member of the group. Probably just projecting, you thought. Always worried other people won’t take you seriously.

Your therapist-grade thoughts were interrupted by the bar door banging open. Rooster blew in, in all his Hawaiian-shirted glory. “Now the party’s started!” Coyote yelled from the far side of the room, and you felt your stomach sink. Fuck. Now you really had to watch yourself or risk becoming a complete buzzkill. You decided to hunker down in your corner with Bob, attempting to absorb some of his quiet, steady energy. It helped at first, but after a couple more drinks, you found your temper rising whenever Rooster made some stupid trick shot in pool or laughed along to Hangman’s jokes. You excused yourself from Phoenix’s offer to join her team for the next round and headed towards the bathroom.

It was busy when you banged on the door, so you resigned yourself to leaning against the wall and trying to digest your anger. It wasn’t like he actually did anything, it was just his…presence. He represented a threat to your careful position in the social order - if people liked him more than you, then they’d follow his belief that you’re an idiot, and before you knew it you’d be back to scrubbing bedpans at a regional hospital. You’d fought for your place at Top Gun as much as anyone else, dammit. You weren’t going to have those carefully-crafted dreams wrecked by some nepotism baby with a seventies porno stache.

Your circling thoughts were brought to a screeching halt by Rooster himself appearing behind you. He too leaned against the wall, casual as you please. Your hackles raised back up. You tried to ignore him but felt your shoulders prickle and were sure he was staring at you. Probably considering the easiest way to start telling everyone how bad of a doctor you were, who he’d start with to poison the well.

You couldn’t take it anymore. “What do you want?” You ground out, trying very hard to stay civil.

“Right now, I’d like to use the restroom. That’s why I’m in line and all.” He looked down at you, head tilted. “I’m assuming that’s why you’re here, anyways. In front of the restroom door.”

You were several drinks too deep to come up with a clever response to that, so you huffed and turned back around, crossing your arms. The person in the bathroom stepped out and you slid right in behind them, trying very hard not to be aware of where Rooster was. So forcefully unaware were you that you didn’t notice how he slipped in right after you.

“Ragdoll, wait -” Rooster made to grab your shoulder to get your attention, but you whirled around before he could.

“What, Rooster? You think I’m so incapable that you have to babysit me here, too?” Your temper that had been rising since you heard Rooster was back finally exploded. You couldn’t stand him being here, coming into your space, waltzing in like he owned the place. You wouldn’t let him push you out.

“That’s not -”' before he could finish whatever he was about to say, you squirmed away from him and slammed the stall door open. Almost immediately, you knew you’d gone too far. You felt the impact of the door against something and heard Rooster’s grunt as he was smacked in the face.

“Shit,” you muttered as you scrambled. Rooster was holding his nose - you could see blood. “Let me see.” He automatically let you move his hands away from his face, and you gently tilted his head this way and that to get a good look at his injury. It seemed superficial - the blood was already barely a trickle. You grabbed some paper towels from the dispenser and pressed them gently against his nose to clean up the bleeding. Whatever your personal feelings for Rooster were, you knew what to do when confronted with injury. It was muscle memory at this point; you didn’t have to think as you delicately cleaned his wound.

“It’s not broken,” you said. “I’m sorry,” you added, lamely trying to make up for smacking him in the face.

“It’s fine,” Rooster said. “But I did want to talk to you about something.”

You raised your eyebrow, but the urge to argue wasn’t there anymore. All the exhaustion from the endless work and stress over his presence was starting to catch up to you. The fight went out of you, and your shoulders slumped. “Alright. Mind if I piss first?”

“Be my guest.”

So you did. After washing your hands, you turned to face Rooster and leaned against the countertop. “Okay. What’s so important you had to accost me in the bathroom?”

“Rattler’s back.” Rooster’s stormy expression matched the ice that flooded your veins as his words sank in. Shit.

Rattler was another unfortunate connection from your and Rooster’s pasts. He got his name for effectively being your year’s biggest snitch. When he starts talking, shit gets bad, is the way Rooster had once described it. He was the one who spread the news about your little incident in Basic Training, the one that led to you getting your call sign. He let everyone know that Rooster had a dead dad, that his mom was dying the whole time you were training. A thousand other unending little problems between cadets and one run-in with a rattlesnake later, he had earned his name. You knew he’d been aiming for a spot at Top Gun, but never actually expected he’d have the skills to make it. There was very little that could bring you and Rooster together, but a visit from the most petty, two-faced aviator you’d ever met was probably one.

“What are we going to do about him?” Rooster was, for whatever reason, looking at you like you’d have a plan.

“We are going to do nothing,” you shrugged. “There’s not much we could do that he wouldn’t tattle about immediately. Best practice would be to let everyone know what a pain he is and warn them to stay away.”

Rooster’s expression remained troubled, but lightened a little as his face spread in a mean smirk. “You sure you don’t want me to see if Hangman’ll send him your way? Give him a little trouble in the air” If you didn’t know better, you’d think Rooster was joking with you. You still felt the ghost of a smile flicker across your lips.

“As much as I love cleaning up Hangman’s messes, I think I’d prefer to stay far away.” You nodded at Rooster before turning and pushing the bathroom door open, gently this time. As you left the bathroom behind, you felt…odd. It was almost like you and Rooster were building camaraderie, like real team members would. I guess nothing brings people together like a common enemy, you thought, looking out at the sea of service khakis. Bob had kept your spot in the corner and you curled right back up in it, nursing a cup of water and watching the night wind down.

Rooster caught your eye as the two of you were heading out, and something in the gleam of his look made you shiver. You weren’t ready to forgive him yet - it was a small and petty thing, but you kept grudges like notches in a bedpost. As even-keeled as he was, you suspected Rooster might be the same. You’d sensed some tension between him and the new instructor since he had started, thought it might have something to do with that dead dad Rattler was so eager to chat about. The two of you could be a good team, if push came to shove. You knew he’d have your back, at least. As you backed out of your parking spot to head back home, you found yourself believing you’d have his.

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun maverick #top gun fic #aleks.docx #i know i said valentines day but i couldnt resist

14 notes · View notes