Austin Butler and Callum Turner imagine their characters from ‘MASTERS OF THE AIR’ teaming up with Maverick and Goose from ‘TOP GUN’ 😮🎬 - Source: The Hook
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There are heavy indents in the carpet, the dust is so thick it’s almost become a felted layer beneath the bed and along the edge of the wall, as well as between the bedside table and bed base. Sure enough though, caught between the headboard support and bed base is a little black box, covered in dust. His phone is just to the other side and he picks it up, sliding it onto the bedside table without even bothering to look at the time.
It’s a ring box.
His first thought is that it must be his mom’s. This was her room before Ice and Mav repainted it and bought all knew furniture for him.
So it can’t be hers.
This was his room.
He opens it and yeah, that’s a ring meant for a man’s finger.
What the fuck.
I'm going to run rings around you forever if you let me
Bradley’s lets out a sigh. He’s made multiple excuses not to come back, and the memories are more bittersweet than ever. This was his parent’s house, and then it was his and Jake’s little escape whenever they had time together between various deployments, spending time together and having as much sex as they possibly could before they parted again. He’d hoped that they could have made a serious go of it, but he knows now he was naïve to think he knew what he wanted when he was only twenty-eight. Not that he really knows now, five years later.
He’s been back very sporadically, crashed on the sofa out of necessity, although he did change the sheets about three or four years ago. The house is musty and he walks around, throwing open all the windows and doors, watches dust kick up as he walks, the motes dancing in the rays of light making it look pretty. He turns the power on and carries out some basic checks; unattended there could be chewed wires or nests of all sorts.
He strips the bed and chucks the sheets on to wash. Puts new sheets on although they smell just as musty. Hell. If he wants to actually live here he might want to consider buying a new bed and getting an entirely new linen cupboard, because he’s pretty sure there are holes caused by moths. He plugs in his phone to charge and falls asleep with the smell of mustiness tickling at his nose.
When he wakes in the morning he reaches for his phone, wants to check the time because he suspects it’s far too fucking early to be awake. Of course he knocks it off the small bedside table and he grumbles under his breath and decides he can just go back to sleep. Later, when he wakes again, it’s a bit lighter but too dark to consider getting up. He reaches for the power cord and tugs like he’s bringing in a fish, and just like a fish his phone drops off the other end of the cord and he groans; rolls and reaches his hand down, fumbling for his phone.
His fingers catch on something, and it’s hard, but it’s also not his phone. Damn it, he’s actually going to have to get on the floor and reach, maybe even find a torch to help him see what the fuck he’s doing. He feels around and the thing shifts and he has to tug it, can tell it’s a box of some sort and hopes like fuck it’s not connected to any wires and he’s not pulling out something that is meant to be wired into the wall.
Deciding he better check before he accidentally electrocutes himself and becomes a nominee for the years Darwin Awards he turns on the bedside lamp and squints against the sudden light, can smell the dust on the bulb already starting to burn. Then he staggers to standing, shoves against the bedframe, which doesn’t budge but does make his legs feel a little bruised. It’s very fucking heavy. He remembers shifting his piano around by pushing it with his legs so he settles on the ground and pushes the base of the queen bed.
There are heavy indents in the carpet, and the dust is so thick it’s almost become a felted layer beneath the bed and along the edge of the wall, as well as between the bedside table and bed base. Sure enough though, caught between the headboard support and bed base is a little black box, covered in dust. His phone is just to the other side and he picks it up, sliding it onto the bedside table without even bothering to look at the time.
It’s a ring box.
His first thought is that it must be his mom’s. This was her room before Ice and Mav repainted it and bought all knew furniture for him.
So it can’t be hers.
This was his room.
He opens it and yeah, that’s a ring meant for a man’s finger.
What the fuck.
… … …
~5 YEARS EARLIER
He knows Jake doesn’t feel the same for him.
Doesn’t have the same dreams of a future together.
Is just enjoying being young and dumb and thinks that Bradley is a happy and willing partner.
He is happy and willing.
He just wants more.
He stares at himself in the bathroom mirror, building up the courage to do what needs to be done.
To stop things, break things off, before he gets in any deeper.
He suspects it’s too late, that he’s going to break his own heart.
But rather he break his heart than allowing Jake to do it instead.
He walks out to the kitchen and Jake turns to him with an easy smile and his heart is already breaking.
“I don’t think we should do this anymore…”
The smile slips from Jake’s lips, eyes which had he glinting with warmth are immediately shuttered and he’s straightening up.
“Oh. Right then. Message received.”
He leaves and Bradley hates it, but he can’t say anything else.
He finishes off the bottle of bourbon and passes out, stumbling and drunk, wondering if it would have felt different if he’d waited and let Jake be the one to break his heart.
… … …
He jerks back to the present and stares at the ring, pulls it out with trembling fingers and runs a fingertip over the cold smooth surface, gold glinting in the light from the bedside lamp. It’s wide, wider than he’d pick for himself, but he didn’t pick this for himself. The idea that Jake picked this out for him is impossible he refuses to consider it. He would have said something, surely, if he’s been…
Been what?
Been about to propose?
He realizes he’s not been breathing, a little in shock and he sucks in a deep startling gasping breath as he just sits there and stares, turning the ring over and over between his fingers when he catches sight of the inscription inside. He has to pull it close, angle it just right to see it but he didn’t know his heart could break again.
There’s an infinity symbol, then there are three more symbols etched in fine detail along the line and he angles it to catch more light so he can see it better. There’s a little paper plane and he smiles, remembers the paper planes Jake used to aim at his head to annoy him whenever he thought Bradley was taking himself too seriously.
Then there is a little heart and the word you and his heart stutters and skips.
No.
Jake didn’t get this for him.
He can’t have.
It hasn’t been sitting here for five years.
Gathering dust.
He can hear a weird sound, a high-pitched whine and realizes it’s himself, making a pained noise and then he can feel tears slipping down his cheeks.
He’d obviously been wrong.
So wrong.
Too late now.
Still.
He slips the ring onto the chain containing his dog tags.
… … …
“Hangman… you look good.”
He does look good, although he has sharpness to his eyes and a meaner twist to his lips than he remembers.
He wonders how much he is to blame.
“I am good Rooster. In fact I’m too good to be true…”
The rest of the night does not go so well and Bradley tries to remind himself that he’s the one that broke it off with him, that if Jake is still feeling hurt after all this time then that’s his right.
Bradley stops.
If he’s still hurt, then there are still feelings to be hurt.
Oh.
It’s been six years now, and he wears the warm weight of the ring around his neck, a daily reminder of what he let slip through his fingers because he was too scared to ask.
He’s not going to be too scared to ask a second time.
He just has to wait for the right moment.
And figure out what it is he wants to ask exactly.
… … …
Of course the right moment doesn’t present itself, and instead they end up fighting.
Again.
Jake always knew how to push his buttons in the best and worst ways and clearly still does.
Something has spooked Jake though, Bradley had seen it, and he doesn’t know what it was.
“Bradshaw!”
He turns, sees Jake striding toward him, mouth in a tight line.
Unhappy and angry.
Not a great combination.
Then he’s standing in front of him and for a brief second he thinks Jake is going to punch him; instead he’s pulling out Bradley’s chain, fist going tight around the tags and… fuck.
The ring.
“Why are you wearing that? Now? After all this time?”
“I only found it about a year ago.”
“What?”
“I found it a year ago,” Bradley repeats, swallowing roughly, because this is it.
This is the moment.
“A year ago?” Jake repeats, and he looks confused, which makes Bradley confused.
Jake isn’t surprised he has the ring, more that he only found it a year ago…
“Yeah. I’ve not exactly spent a lot of time at home. Actively avoided it some might say.”
“Okay. But. Why are you wearing it?”
“Reminder to not let go of the things that matter to me the most.”
“You broke up with me Bradshaw,” Jake spits, and he’s close, fist still around Bradley’s tags, body taut with anger.
“Yeah. I… I didn’t. I thought you were just… not that into me.”
Jake is looking more confused, frowning at him.
“You thought I wasn’t into you.”
“Yeah. I was…” am he amends silently. “Very much into you.”
“Wait… so. You didn’t break up with me because you didn’t want to get married?”
Bradley closes his eyes and swallows against the threatening tears, shaking his head to answer because he can’t make words happen right now.
“Jesus fucking Christ. We’re… we’ve… okay,” Jake says, and his hand is letting go, fingers spreading to pat comfortingly at Bradley’s chest, but he’s moving away and he doesn’t want that. Sways toward him, following him like Jake is true north and will always lead him home. “So. You really didn’t see the ring and then immediately break up with me…”
“What?” Bradley asks, because he hadn’t thought about when Jake bought the ring, just figured that was where he’d hidden it. Not that it had been out somewhere for Bradley to see or find.
“Yeah. Left it on your bedside table. Figured you’d either ask me what the hell I was thinking, or I could ask you when we went to bed…”
His throat is tight and he doesn’t bother trying to stop the tears that want to spill over.
“I’m sorry…”
“Jesus Bradley. So am I… should have known I wasn’t wrong.”
He lets out a hiccupping laugh at that, because if Jake had said anything back then their lives would likely be very different. However Jake has been living under the impression Bradley had rejected his wordless marriage proposal. No wonder he’s always been a bigger asshole to Bradley than anyone else. He'd always just put it down to being his ex-hookup.
“I’m sorry about being an asshole last week. At the Hard Deck.”
“Mmm. Because I was such a peach.”
Bradley snorts wetly, feels Jake’s hands settle on his hips, far more gentle and softer than he remembers; realizes that Jake is maybe unsure the touch will be welcomed. He presses his own hands over Jake’s, applies firm pressure and then runs his hands up Jake’s arms, loops his hands behind Jake’s head and lets his thumb stroke at the fine short hairs there. His stomach is in knots, suddenly nervous despite the certainty he knows logically applies.
Logic can go fuck itself, it has no place in his stormy emotions right now.
“I love you,” he says, his voice just above a whisper on an exhale.
“Mmm. Good. Cause I love you too.”
“You love me? Still?”
“Of course. Never stopped. Made me spitting mad some days. I don’t go and buy rings for just anyone Bradshaw…”
No, he supposes he doesn’t. Isn’t going to ask about what has maybe happened in the last six years. They don’t matter other than to remind him to hold onto Jake with both hands.
“Now, I need you to listen to me very closely, because I have a very important question to ask.”
“I’m listening.”
“Good. Now… will you go on a date with me?”
Bradley grins, can feel the heat flooding his cheeks and he can’t believe he feels so bashful when it’s Jake.
“I’d love to. Uh. Do you want this back?” Bradley asks, slipping his pinky finger into the ring, meeting Jake’s gaze when he looks up from studying it.
“Hmm. Not yet. I’ll let you know when you need to wear it somewhere else. Deal?”
New promotional photos for Top Gun: Maverick [Part 2]
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Top Gun: Maverick were televised for the first time in Japan last Friday, so Kinro NTV were posting promotional stills during the screening to hype things up, and some of them hasn't been released anywhere before.
Photo via. Kinro NTV | Photograph by Scott Garfield / Paramount Pictures
[Part one: here | Other still photos: [here]
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These were previously released in Europe, but they are still new so I feel like they deserve to be included here.
New promotional photos for Top Gun: Maverick [Part 1]
Yup! It's almost 2025 but we still get new TGM stuff.
Top Gun: Maverick will be televised for the first time in Japan this Friday, so Kinro NTV are posting promotional stills to hype up, and some of them hasn't been released anywhere before.
Enjoy!
The last one is not exactly new, but I don't see it being posted much.
New Top Gun: Maverick promotional still from Europe
It's been 6 years since Top Gun: Maverick started filming and we still get new unseen stuff coming all the time.
Previously unseen stills from Top Gun: Maverick has surfaced. These photos are found from German and Czech websites. These are likely to be promos for their TV / streaming service release. We got new still of Rooster in the ready room where he scolded Mav and we got alternated photo of Maverick fixing his P-51 Mustang.
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Not just that, Poland has released new photos to promote their television release back in September 2024.
Here we get a new photo of Rooster.
Apart from that, a photo of Hangman and Coyote, which has been released long time ago but in lower quality, now comes in 4K. Here>>> [Source 3|Download]
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