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༻✵ABOUT ME✵༺
hihihi pls be my friend but heres some stuff u should know
and before anything else, im a MINOR.
for dnis, please scroll down <3
i can also be found on most platforms as andruegyn0us or marimariferrari as well
and yes ik top gun is military propaganda i just like the planes. i do not condone the us military's actions.
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Happy pride month to my favorite polycule and gay couple
And it still makes more sense in my head
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Maverick loves nicknames. Goose used to call him honey; everyone knew Mother Goose.
If he's standing in a position that makes him taller than Iceman, he'll call him Icicle. They all get a kick out of calling Wolfman a pupdog whenever he's a little too whiny. Hollywood gets woody when Mav thinks he's acting like a dick.
He calls Slider by his legal name just to annoy the other man, stops briefly after Ron declares him St. Peter, saint of the heightless. Proceeds to ask the man if huffing the clouds counts as a substance abuse.
But his favourite nicknames are the ones he uses behind closed doors. Calling Tom "sweetheart" for the first time and watching him go red from the tips of his ears down to his chest, swearing to call him it at any given opportunity.
Getting swatted whenever he calls Tom "baby", because the man thinks it's corny and juvenile, but Pete keeps calling him it long after his hair greys.
Avoiding Tommy because that's Ron's nickname for Tom, and Pete understands, more than most, the importance of nicknames between close friends, what and when they can represent. Iceman might be Pete's sweetheart, but he's Ron's Tommy.
The fond mutter of Ice calling him an asshole, because if he was truly angry, he'd call Maverick a "little prick". To express his ire and make a dig at Pete's height all in one, Ice is good at multitasking like that.
"Second-best pilot." He's less fond of that nickname; it stays in continuous use. The first time Ice uses it, Pete has a psychosexual reaction that he would prefer to never remember again, which, coincidentally, Ice loves bringing up.
And on a one-time occasion, when Tom is sporting a fever and half delirious, the blonde tugs him close, sticks his sweaty face in the crook of Pete's neck and calls him, "My wingman." It will always be the most memorable of them all.
this idea came to me randomly, don't know why but I thought itd be fun to explore lmaooo
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Jake "Hangman" Seresin is always walking around with a toothpick in his mouth. If he's not actively eating or drinking, he's absentmindedly chewing on or fidgeting with a toothpick.
Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw notices as much when they're deployed together at North Island for the Dagger special detachment. Leaving the TOPGUN briefing room to go out on a hop, on the tarmac after landing, at the Hard Deck after a long day-- there it is, the toothpick, always in his mouth.
One day, about a week into the detachment, Bradley invites Nat to his place to catch up over dinner. He decides to make those little slider sandwiches with the toothpicks through the middle since they're low-effort and delicious.
He realizes, right before he heads home for the day, that he's nearly out of toothpicks. He decides to stop at the on-base commissary to get more, and when he reaches the aisle with the toothpicks, he sees Jake Seresin himself putting a box of them in his basket.
He makes eye contact with Bradley and smirks at him, and as Bradley goes to take his own box of toothpicks, he realizes Jake took the last one. A lot of people must have needed toothpicks today.
By the time Bradley turns around, Jake is gone.
Half of Bradley's sandwiches are sentenced to having no structural integrity. It's a tragedy, really.
For the remainder of the mission training, Bradley swears Jake is purposefully chewing on toothpicks more often, just to rub it in his face. Sometimes he even has two in his mouth at a time, and he makes sure to get in Bradley's face as often as possible when that happens, just so he sees the toothpicks he barely missed.
At some point, Bradley starts to want to just pluck that toothpick out of Jake's mouth and chuck it away. He can't stand Jake flaunting the toothpicks at him all the time. That desire gets stronger over time, and somehow Bradley doesn't realize that that's not normal.
Their "rivalry" grows into full-blown aggressive flirting as the mission approaches, and naturally, Bradley and Jake are the only two people who are oblivious to the others' feelings (and, honestly, their own).
They both realize it on the carrier returning from the mission-- Jake was a little too distraught when Bradley's plane went down, and Bradley was a little too happy that it was Jake, rather than anyone else, that came and shot down the Russian jet and saved him and Mav.
A few days after they get back, once Bradley's been released from medical observation, he's standing out behind the Hard Deck, leaning against the porch railing, watching the moon rise over the San Diego Bay.
He hears the door open and gently shut behind him, and someone leans against the railing beside him. He doesn't even need to look-- he knows by the characteristic dramatic sigh and the smell of that cologne that it's Jake.
And when they finally meet each other's eyes, nothing needs to be said. They both finally know, and as Bradley puts one hand on Jake's waist and Jake loops his arms around Bradley's neck, he finally gets the chance to pluck that stupid toothpick from Jake's mouth and toss it into the sand.
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happy pride everyone!!! yay for the gayest military propaganda movies in existence
Sorry guys I lost myself in a Top Gun repost haze. It will happen again.
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put spotify on shuffle and i got danger zone and take my breath away back to back i think spotify wants me to watch top gun 🤔
hey do any of my moots or oomfs wanna help mw figure out ideas for another fic i'm itching to write yet have nothing ..
inspired by some pictures @overwhelmed-alien sent on discord and i got a little carried away lmao
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Jake and Bradley met one early morning on the beach after both of them couldn't sleep. They share a look, that look—the haunted, faraway stare born from years in the sandbox (or other places) seeing the worst horrors of the world.
At first they're cordial. A friendly sort of jerk of the chin in greeting, like ships passing.
Until one day Bradley is too deep is his memories, nightmares clawing at the walls of his mind and making them feel too real, that he doesn't notice Jake is there. Jake notices that Bradley looks stricken, dark circles under his eyes and hands trembling in his lap, staring out at the water, not like a surfer analyzing the waves but like he wants to just...wander into the depths and not come up for air.
So Jake, in his stubborn, protector glory, saddles up right next to Bradley and states, "we should surf together."
Just once. Just to try it out.
Bradley stares but nods, silent as a ghost.
They paddle out a good ways, and then just—sit there. Jake knows talking always feels like a double edged sword, so he doesn't bother asking Bradley anything. Just calmly sits beside him as they rock gently on their boards, watching the sun rise over the horizon, painting the water a beautiful array of oranges and yellows until it fades into an almost iridescent blue.
Bradley doesn't say a word until they make it back to the shore, soaked and chilled to the bone, but shoulders noticeably less tense. "..Thanks."
Jake waves him off. "Same time tomorrow?" Like it's that simple.
And they just—keep doing that. Meeting up in the early morning, before the sun is up, and paddle out a good twenty yards out and just sit there and watch the sunrise. Eventually they do start talking, but it takes awhile. Mostly simple, generic topics at the beginning, throwaway comments about the weather or recent sports scores, or even about what they ate the day before.
It takes much longer to broad the topics of their tours, and even it's choppy, fractured by anger and anguish and held tongues.
One morning they end up getting breakfast nearby, and Bradley tangles his feet with Jake's under the table like it's second nature. Like it's perfectly normal, an earned intimacy over countless mornings spent learning how the other works and operates.
And Jake?
He curls his foot a little tighter around Bradley's ankle and smiles into his coffee.
screenshot of my derailed thought process LMFAO
Super lowkey topgun same prompt event for the summer :) collection is here
Rules
Any ship
Any length; fan art is welcome too :)
You gotta use the same prompt (or a variation): only one bed at a themed hotel (only one bed or themed hotel based fics are cool too!)
Collection is open from June 1 - july 31
Happy creating!
IM SO FUCKIGN EXCITED FOR ZOMBIE STAGEEEEEE GO WATCH THE TEASER OUT ON VIVINOS' CHANNELLLLLLLL HYUNA IS ON THERE 😍😍😍
I gave the eepy bb a pillow
And now I gotta restart my computer because it's lagging like a mfer
I'll figure out how to draw a log pose later
Heyo everyone! I'm meemawmeomi (aka the one with the bizarre Goose lives but he and Maverick have a giant fight plot bunny, and the one who called Slider beanstalk and Maverick tinkerbell), I accidentally deleted my account so this is my new one
this takes place early in zuko’s reign while he’s still trying to figure out what’s the person he needs to be for his people and sokka really goes there and says “they don’t need you do be anything but yourself”
Me and the bad bitches I pulled by being socially stunted
