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diadotcom · 2 days
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when the cowboys are gay fighter pilots…. or when the fighter pilots are gay cowboys…? they are gay and fighter pilots and also cowboys
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k9effect · 3 days
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Playing with the boys 🏐
I can finally post this!! Here is my contribution to the @topgunzine for the Wingman collection! I got the lovely opportunity to complete a spread as a pinch hitter! Of course, I had to do the obligatory beach volleyball piece! I also contributed the Maverick Handwriting font that can be found here for anyone to use freely!
[Click for better quality, reblogs and tags appreciated]
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Maverick: Hey Ice! Do you trust me??
Iceman, slowly and with extreme hesitance: ....................yes........??
Mav, now grinning and skipping away: Great! That was your first mistake!
Iceman: Wait, Mav....oh god, what did you DO!?!?!?
Mav, cackling in the distance:
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mavernick · 1 day
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“we are top gun” ahh edit (i miss top gun)
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skilegg · 21 hours
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Mavee. 1988.
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sdrose93 · 2 days
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TG 1986 and TGM 2022
The same look and everything ❤
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religon (hangster)
rooster was born and raised in the mitchell-kazansky house. its- eccentric, to say the least. there are notes scrawled over the table reminding maverick of his meetings. ice's shoes are lined straight near the door. its controlled chaos.
but when hangman first walks into the home, it isnt these small, minute details that jump out at him. its bradley's fingers brushing across a small mezuzah on the doorway to the house. he pays no mind. if theyre jewish, thats fine by him. it remains in the back of his mind until he comes back to the house a second time, and he spots the golden cross necklace on one of the windows. it takes him by suprise.
back in texas, the cross adorned every wall. a grey one stood above his bed, its shadow landing on jakes body as he slept in his bed. it reflected from his mothers neck as her words of poison spit out, and stayed in the background, silently surveying the scene as jake seresin ran away from his father, begging for him to stop.
here, though, in this house, it just calmly rests. it watches over the little family from its place hanging on the window.
when he stays for dinner the first time, he expects there to be prayers. there is none. he isn't unsettled, though. it just seems normal.
months pass, and slowly, jake takes up the customs that bradley does whenever he goes the the mitchell-kazansky house. he taps the mezuzah, and puts on the small kippah when he's invited to shabbos.
in the background watches the small golden cross, gleaming in the pale sunbeams that filter through the windows.
for the first time in how many years, he doesn't feel like a sinner. maybe not a saint, sure, but he knows he can turn his back to the small golden cross and just like the mezuzah, it will protect him.
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geminijade · 3 days
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Can We Please Pretend that this is Jacob Seresin in his Dress Whites?! 🔥🥵
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polar-equinoxx · 17 hours
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Here Is The Hand That Will Not Hurt You, on ao3
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mrslectermoriarty · 3 days
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Headcanon Series #6 New because I wanted to update the original post but that shit wouldn’t let me, so I had to delete it.
Bradley Bradshaw grows up hearing story after story about his great father and when he starts speaking he asks questions about why his dad isn’t there and why they visit that stone all the time (it took Mav and Carole a whole minute to realise he meant Nick’s tombstone), so Mav sits him down one day and tells him with a surprisingly steady voice that his dad flew high enough to reach heaven and now he spends his time there, looking down them and whenever Bradley sees a jet in the sky, it’s his dad telling him how much he loves him. Bradley is barely four years old and that’s the only child-friendly version thing Pete can think of. He even draws a tiny F-14 on a sticky note and hands it to Bradley, telling him to look out for these. Bradley is delighted and starts drawing his own F-14s and with every year passing, he gets better and better. His first attempt finds its place on Nick’s grave, the second goes to Carole, then Pete gets one and by the end of the month the whole class of 86’ possesses Bradshaw-Artworks.
Bradley stops drawing after his fight with Pete and swears to never to touch a pencil again for that purpose but then Tom dies and Bradley deeply mourns his loss. He thinks back to the days when Pete had taken him in after his mother’s death and how Uncle Ice had been with them so often, he basically lived with them. His chest hurts with the thought of Pete having lost, what Bradley always had secretly been convinced was the love of his life and he thinks maybe he can make an exception for Tom. Because even if he despises Pete for pulling his papers, no one deserves to suffer this much alone.
So when Pete comes home from Tom’s funeral, he finds a folded piece of paper taped to his door and when he opens it, he is greeted with the sight of two quite good drawn F-14s, one coloured in silver and the other in red and blue. He frames the paper and hangs it on the wall across his bed, where it’s been hanging ever since.
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I am no artist, as you may notice. This is just kinda how I imagined it to look like. Feel free to draw your own version; I’d love to see how your ideas turn out!
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beezelarts · 12 hours
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Okay, hear me out:
I read so many Top Gun fanfics in which Goose is treated like he's some kind of legend. But was he really? I mean... Goose is great as a character, I love his personality but, after all, he's "just" Mav's RIO who tragically died in a training accident. In TG 1986 they were just junior Lieutenants. They couldn't have had that many accomplishments at this point, as they were still in their twenties. Why should Goose be remarkable then? Spelling it out... it sounds rude but still... Am I wrong for questioning this?
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griseldajane · 2 days
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I had the opportunity to be a part of @topgunzine "Callsigns"!
Extremely excited to be included ❤️
Here's the Bradshaw's family movie night.
I hope you like it!
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invaliowat · 16 hours
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Guys guys guys guys guys !
I feel like I talk a lot about how in love with Nick Slider is but I NEED you to know Nick is just as stupidly in love with Slider as Slider is with him. Like, this is the photo GOOSE keeps of Slider in his wallet and when people ask who he has at home he shows them this photo (and very obnoxiously points out the ring on Slider’s finger and how he put it there and yeah yeah yeah) and then HE gushes for fifteen uninterrupted minutes about Slider.
So yeah.
In your brain imagine how stupid Ron gets over Nick and just know in your heart of hearts that that Nick is just as stupid about Slider.
GOD they’re the gayest people alive FUCK.
Oh yeah, new part of this is me trying series soon but I had to hop on here to proclaim to the world what I, like a prophet, have been told is true.
So
Yeah
Sloose supremacy!
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towering-book-piles · 18 hours
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Goose Bradshaw, in a "nature documentary reporter voice" and talking into a shakey camera: And now this creature that we see here is the elusive and mysterious Iceman.....in his natural habitat.....
Goose, points to a very unimpressed Iceman in his kitchen, making a snack: The Iceman loves his personal space.
Maverick, appearing in the kitchen to shoot a middle finger at Goose.
Goose: And this, this is a wild and ferally dangerous Maverick, possible the last small male of its kind!
Goose: Maverick also loves Iceman personal space
Maverick, now clinging onto an indifferent Icemans back, with his legs wrapped around his waist. If you look closely, one of Icemans hands is curled around Mavs ankle.
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Slider, wildly appearing and joining in: Now, these separate predators may appear by all accounts to be natural enemies, but that does not stop them from making loudly and obnoxiously on damn near every surface in their house and waking me up at 4 in the morning when they get their second wind or whatever for round 10 or something!!!
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diadotcom · 23 hours
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when the military propaganda has daddy issues
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WIP Wednesday
I thought I’d like to participate in WIP wednesday because I'm writing so much at the moment. So here’s a short snippet from the beginning of the next chapter of my icemav fanfic.
(which you can read here btw)
((and please feel free to let me know what you think about it))
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Mav went straight back into his bedroom and Ice followed him. His room was a mess, his bedsheets crumpled up and the contents of the box spread all around, but he didn't care. He immediately curled back up, inconspicuously hiding Ice’s t-shirt under his pillow. Ice didn’t need to see that he had obviously been cuddling with it. It was pathetic, wasn’t it? To cuddle with his friend’s t-shirt which he had only lent him out of pure necessity. This friend who had come here to look after him, who had waited outside for such a long time only to make sure that he was okay. This friend whose attention he (subconsciously at first) had been seeking for so many weeks, months now. This friend with those piercing, yet soft blue eyes and a body to die for. This friend who he had almost kissed only a couple of days ago… This friend who he was slowly but undeniably falling for. It was pathetic to cuddle with the t-shirt of such a friend when he was sad, wasn’t it?
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