#Top gun Maverick
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Cell phones were also not widespread until the early 2000’s. In the 90’s people had beepers (pagers) and I got my first cell phone (bag phone specifically) in 1999.
Younger writers. Please, just know that you could not skip to different songs on a cassette tape, that’s CDs. With tapes you pressed fast forward or rewind and prayed.
Also, VHS tapes did not have menu screens. Your only options were play, fast forward, rewind, pause, stop, or eject.
Y’all are making me feel like the crypt keeper here, I’m begging you 😭
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TOP GUN MAVERICK FEATURETTE: CLEARED FOR TAKE OFF
#top gun maverick#top gun maverick featurettes#tgm: cleared for take off#jake hangman seresin#jake seresin#hangman#top gun hangman#glen powell#hangmanedit#jakeseresinedit#glenpowelledit#tgmedit#topgunmaverickedit#kaizschetgmgifs
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Ice: I Broke the can opener. Mav: So now it’s a can’t opener? Ice: Mav: Ice: Why did I ever fall in love with you
#Maverick#top gun#top gun 1986#top gun maverick#top gun iceman#Top Gun (1986)#top gun 86#incorrect top gun quotes#maverick mitchell#iceman x maverick#icemav#topgun maverick#pete maverick mitchell#mavdad#Top Gun: Maverick#dadmav#rooster & maverick#mav is Bradley's dad#iceman#iceman top gun#tom iceman kazansky#nick goose bradshaw#carole bradshaw#bradley bradshaw#bradley rooster bradshaw#top gun hangman#Jake hangman seresin#natasha phoenix trace#ron slider kerner#robert bob floyd
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Commission finished!
E-mail for info
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Top gun
A king hired a new official court sorcerer expecting a elderly white haired human in a robe not a raven haired haired 20 something riding a motorcycle in a leather jacket and aviators but he can not deny their efficiency.
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Maverick: Do you sleep on your stomach?
Iceman: No
Maverick: Can I?
#top gun#incorrect quotes#incorrect top gun quotes#top gun maverick#pete maverick mitchell#tom iceman kazansky#icemav
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#my art#top gun fanart#top gun fandom#digital art#top gun maverick#tgm fanart#bradley rooster bradshaw#bradley bradshaw#rooster#digital sketches
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There are other dangers when joining the military these movies never depict:
1. Because their job is to brainwash you, that leaves you vulnerable to other brainwashers.
Military base cities are rife with other grifters who look for shortcuts in life, and one of those shortcuts is taking advantage of new recruits who don't know themselves well enough to resist experimenting/outright lies.
A buddy of mine nearly got turned into a gay giggalo in the sex traffic surrounding his first base, because the brainwasher he ran into saw the hero/spy complex in his wardrobe and played into it as an "FBI Recruiter" who was "looking for candidates on a counter-intelligence mission." It devolved rather quickly from there. He got out of it, and did get help, but not before he became suicidal over it.
If you get lost and are being used and abused, the military will blame You.
They will get you help, provided you aren't AWOL, but their judgement regarding it is it's on you for getting brainwashed by bad guys. ( <_<)
He will never get to pursue his dream of becoming an FBI agent, because of the brainwashing and medical history on his record.
2. Rape is rife in the military, and even though it's really bad if you own a vaginas, it's Not Great if you have a penis either.
And you will be blamed for your own victimization.
3. How fucking close you are to Poverty at all times unless you make do while on base.
4. There ARE people/supervisors who will care about your survival, generally speaking, and it's mostly because it is inconvenient to retrain cadets/privates, etc.
The main way they show they care is in their level of preparation. The more prepared and informed the group is, the more likely you are to survive. If you feel unprepared, welp, it's on you and your supervisor to figure out how to make it work. Better hope your supe has connections and is friendly with the suppliers.
Even those generals do care about your survival, because of Money.
See, the less soldiers die, the more likely they are to get funding. Everyone likes investing in a low-risk, high-yield operation, particularly the corporate interests who asked for your life to be put on the line in the first place.
That's right, you are nothing more than dollar signs and budget lines.
You have to put your life on the line, obey all these obsequious abd detailed traditional rules, hurry up and WAIT for anything, all for what? College loans you might not have to pay back if you keep your grades high enough to qualify?
If you could do that, why are you here?
So they do care about your survival. They want to minimize their losses. That's why the Top Gun II movie plot was depicted as being so juicy.
They could get everything they want and only have to worry about losing 6 people and a trio of older generation planes? Yeah, they don't have to worry about losing 20 platoons of Marines, nor their other actual assets, the modern planes, the already trained fighter pilots?
Fuck yes, minimized losses! Only Maverick cares, and he only cares because he feels he killed this Rooster kids dad? Fuck him, he's never really been one of Us. He's Maverick. He's gonna do what he wants to do anyway. Short him and his options, and if he gets them all out, good for him.
Dollar Signs & Budget Lines, friends.
Don't forget to Buzz the Tower.
Mission Accomplished
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Ice: I’m in love with you. Mav: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork. Ice: I know. Mav: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-
#icemav#top gun#top gun maverick#topgun#tom iceman kazansky#mav definitely had a little bit of a panic attack#top gun 1986#icemav forever
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#tom cruise#top gun silliness#maverick mitchell#top gun maverick#pete mitchell#pete maverick mitchell#look look listen I disagree with practically EVERTYHING out this man's mouth but if you weren't around in the 80s and 90s you do NOT#understand the chokehold#leave me alone#top gun#tgm
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#val kilmer#tom iceman kazansky#top gun iceman#top gun 1986#tom cruise#pete maverick mitchell#top gun maverick
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I found gold with this “Cruise-Teller cinematic universe fics” and I’ve been fanning myself since yesterday ☺️🥵🥵🥵🥵👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
Haven’t left a comment yet, but I’m showering the writer with kudos 💖💖☺️☺️☺️
Nothing beats the feeling when you start getting comments on every fic in a fandom or ship from one person, and it’s clear that they’re going on a fic-binge.
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I was looking at the Ao3 wrapped for 2024 and sadly were not on the list but IN 2023 WE SLAYED YALL 🫶🏼💙 IceMav made 43 and Hangster made 49 in the top 100 for most new fics published
#pete maverick mitchell#top gun maverick#icemav#tom iceman kazansky#top gun 1986#pete mitchell#tom kazansky#hangster
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dying to know how reader reacted to finding out she was pregnant in the boyfriend experience uni 😫 likeeee ik she wasn’t ready for kids in uncle brooster but bradley was so were there mixed feelings abt it? especially since there was no telling when he’d be deployed again
Hi nonny, I don’t know where you are in the cosmos. But this is for you x
A/N I forgot I had this. I don't have the time this close to Xmas/at all to proof/improve so for those of you still in the TGM, I hope you enjoy and merry merry, happy happy xx
“Roll the dice,” you reiterate to Bradley. “If we get pregnant, great. If we don’t…”
“It’s you and me and we are great with that,” Bradley answered, the faintest glint of hope in his shining honey eyes.
You knew he was on Team Baby. He wasn't pressing it; he couldn’t. That wasn’t fair to you… to him or anyone else. You’d said your piece well before you got engaged, and well before today.
The day you married him.
But in the back of the afterglow of lovemaking as husband and wife, you’d told him you’d go off birth control after your honeymoon if he still wanted to try for a baby. You didn’t want it to be immediate, you wanted to enjoy being married and the fun that came with it. And Bradley agreed. You didn’t want to be thinking about periods and not drinking and having the time of your lives. Bradley was busier with work now than ever before, and with the work extensions complete, new staffing, and more small business to take care of, even though you were together every night? You were still doing your own things, barely getting into bed at the same time.
Thing was, you were only hoping to be a newlywed once - marriage wasn't as big a thing for you as it was for Bradley. And even babies. You loved your niece and nephew and Uncle Brooster was fantastic with them - it always left a pang in your heart that he would be such a good father. But even he admitted he wouldn't have the first idea of how to do it since his dad wasn't around when he was growing up and Maverick wasn't exactly an example of patriarchal learning.
You didn’t want to add the stress of calculating ovulation even if an app would do it for you, the disappointment of periods coming… you just wanted to have fun fucking, and pleasing each other as you moved into the next phase of your lives. The stress Annie went through and the lengths she was going to with IVF therapies - overwhelming hormones, nausea, mood swings, sore boobs, abdominal discomfort. God, when you had a difficult period, you could assume similarly but as Annie went through her treatments, at a fairly young age, it was eye-opening at best.
You remembered one sentence so vividly that it scared you to your bones, “When your biological clock starts… it’s all that your brain hears. You can’t undo it and it messes with your head.”
See? Terrifying. Fair for all involved.
But when your period was late after about two periods since going off birth control, you kind of hoped it was the drama of irregular periods and what it brought. It was why you went on the pill in the first place in your teens.
But there was something different as you channel surfed and Bradley cooked in the (motherfucking, finally renovated) kitchen. A strange cramping in your tummy. Not unbearable, but noticeable as you pressed against the pulsating pressure and made a face. Sighing, you unfolded yourself from the couch and moved to your handsome husband. You tenderly kissed between his shoulder blades and he gave an over the top shudder, as you giggled into his skin. He put his utensil down and turned to you, holding your chin in his calloused bug hand and giving you a quick peck before you quietly excused yourself, but not yet willing to admit to him it was to do a pregnancy test. And you weren’t entirely surprised when it revealed you were 1-2 weeks pregnant. And you weren’t entirely surprised when you showed him the positive pregnancy test after dinner that still certainly said PREGNANT in fat, bold letters.
“It tells you how many weeks?” Bradley was astonished, his eyes glued to the digital reading before him.
“Clever, huh?” you said quietly. Bradley’s honey eyes flicked to regard you. Unreadable at best, erring on the side of too quiet. Reserved, but not disappointed, he had trouble reading you sometimes, and this was one he'd need you to talk through. He needed to know exactly what was going on through your head.
“You good?” he asked softly, grasping the test in his strong palm. It was so small but it held his world in his grip. He put the test down to caress your jaw, forcing your gaze to him. “Love…” his fingers light as they sunk into the hair at the nape of your neck. “My sweet girl,” he called to you.
“I think I am. It’s just… quick," you surrender, falling into his sound touch.
“It is quick,” Bradley agreed, kissing your hair. “Is it too quick?”
“Maybe…” you admitted as he pressed a kiss into your temple and wrapped his strong arms around you. He felt too warm and he protected you without question, you really couldn’t imagine life without him right there.
“If it’s too soon, that’s okay," he said softly.
“I saw how hard it was for Annie and just expected we’d be on our own a bit longer. Genetics and shit."
He bit back his smile and your inadvertent joke, or necessary sarcasm. Bradley hummed. “I think your genetics are pretty fine, if you ask me.”
Eyes rolling in corny, you muttered his name as a warning that jokes were unnecessary at this time.
“Okay, okay,” he answered, palms up, teasing off. He knew you were withholding and he knew he was holding everything back in his body not to go over the top with the excitement bubbling in his entire being. “Love, is this what you want? If you're not ready - if you have changed your mind - ”
I just need some time,” you admitted, cutting him off. “Just to get used to…” your voice trailed.
Bradley nodded. He in no way felt like it was his place to speak and as the facial one between the pair of you? Well. So he just continued to hold you and whisper that whatever you decided was okay, and he would support you with anything you decided, a lot or not he wasn’t sure. He thought you were on the same page. He thought you both wanted this -
Like you, his insides were much and could feel himself lightheaded. He grounded himself and carefully reminded himself this wasn’t about him for now. It was getting your beautifully convoluted brain and heart to the same place his was:
Ready.
“What if this is our only chance?” You asked quietly. “What if - “ you shut your mouth and the guilt of situation started to overwhelm you. Bradley only hummed, still choosing to remain mute. “Would you hate me?”
He remained reflective a moment, choosing his words carefully his best option.
“No, love. But I would never live with myself if I forced you to do something you weren’t ready for. Come,” he took your hands and led you to the bedroom. He helped you take off your clothes, his large palm resting gently over your abdomen for just a second longer than he should have and it didn’t go unnoticed by you.
His baby in your protective, strong body.
He pulled back the duvet and patted your pillow as you snuck under the cold sheets, thinking maybe you could sleep a year. He climbed in after you, the warm skin of his chest against your back under the slowly spinning ceiling fan. His fingertips traced your hip, slowly drawing his name on your skin. "If you don't want to do this, it's okay.”
There was your voice of reason.
“But it's still something you'll need to consider pretty quick..."
Always offering you both sides.
It was silent a while and while Bradley’s excitement was guarded carefully, even he knew this conversation was not the light and excited one he thought you’d share instead.
"I want this," you were able to say, but it was easier with him not boring his eyes into yours. He kissed your shoulder and nuzzled the nape of your neck.
"I love you," he said so softly you almost didn't hear him. "I won't let you do this alone."
The fateful night you told your family and the Dagger Squad was when it really started to feel real. Your pregnancy to that point has been pretty good. You only turned green as food cooked around you so it was easy to excuse yourself and the extreme exhaustion that overwhelmed you the first trimester slinked away entering the second. You weren’t horribly unwell but things were definitely changing within you.
Boobs sore and off limits to Bradley even though he’d playfully volunteered his palms but your personal support system. It went about as well as expected.
“Just ginger ale tonight?” Bob smiled a while later. You’d been chatting quietly together while Bradley’s squad played pool and generally one-upped each other around you.
“What do you mean?” God, you hated lying to such a delight as Bob. He was so sweet, and although Bradley had alluded to his well-guarded playboy-like ways, he was always darling to you.
“I have four sisters,” he sipped his water. “She pretended she was drinking bourbon and ginger ale to throw everyone off the scent she was…” he chuckled quietly and you’d be damned if you’d figured him out. “It’s okay,” he said quickly. “I understand if you’re just not drinking tonight.”
And while your family was aware of your news, Bradley had sworn not to tell his friends just yet. You weren’t ready to be looked in on 24/7 by overzealous Navy pilots.
“Nearly four months,” you said quietly.
“Phoenix guessed a little less,” he winked. “I won’t tell, but I’m very happy for you both. This baby will be so loved. Or smothered,” he shrugged playfully. “One of the two.”
“Bob?”
“Yes, ma’am?” He responded as you rolled your eyes playfully.
“This is how you do it, isn’t it?”
“Do what?” He played dumb.
“Find women. Because you watch and listen.” And suddenly it all made such sense as he blushed, toying with his glass.
“I can’t reveal all my trade secrets, but showing a little interest helps,” he admitted.
“I wanna know all your tricks. You’re absolutely fascinating to me.”
And for the first time, you heard Bob Floyd cackle as he nodded. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but that’s never gonna happen.”
"You're getting deployed?" you look at Bradley, eyes wild, six months of baby belly between you. His head fell back.
"I know."
"You know?" you screeched, spoiled for months of your husband home and he finds himself deployed as you enter your final trimester. "Bradley, you'll be away for the birth of your daughter."
"I know..." he said a little meeker. He was sick about this conversation. Sick.
"Did you not put in the leave paperwork?"
"Of course I did. Baby, this classification is my first real role as team leader. As command.”
"Who's going with you?"
"Payback, Fanboy," he confirmed softly.
“Will you be home for Christmas?”
He nodded. “Yes,” he stepped towards you, his large palms sinking into the round belly under his grasp, tickling the stretching skin. You sighed and collapsed into his hold. “Even if I have to jump overboard and swim back myself, I will be here for Christmas. I’m sorry, love. I’m so sorry.”
“I’m just scared. The birth is one thing… but I can’t raise a baby in my own,” you said, the fear in your evident.
“And I’d never let you,” he whispered into your hair.
"If you see one ounce of action, I swear to you, don't dare come home."
He nodded. Dear God, he knew. The most danger Bradley Bradshaw had ever been in was at this moment. And as his baby girl kicked him from her little cocoon in retaliation for making her Mama wild, he knew that nothing g else mattered anymore and that someway, somehow he was going to find a way to be home for his girls.
masterlist.
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Cyclone: Your insolence goes too far. Mav: Wrong. It can go a lot further.
#top gun#top gun maverick#top gun iceman#Top Gun: Maverick#incorrect top gun quotes#Maverick#iceman x maverick#maverick mitchell#icemav#pete maverick mitchell#mavdad#dadmav#rooster & maverick#iceman#tom iceman kazansky#nick goose bradshaw#slider#ron slider kerner#natasha phoenix trace#Jake hangman seresin#Bob top gun#carole bradshaw#bradley bradshaw#the dagger squad#top gun 1986#top gun 86#Top Gun (1986)
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