#first top gun now this

[lowlypotatofarmer]

some people only know how to draw men as twinks and it shows. if i see ghost drawn as a pretty boy twink one more time i’m going to go feral. that is big thigh erasure. that is a solid muscle man with thick thighs, thick arms, a solid waist, and you cannot forget the tiddies.

[dig-jules]

you're telling me..... we almost got a movie... about TOS kirk and spock meeting at the academy...... and jim is roommates with mccoy.....

AND THEY CHEAT ON EXAMS TOGETHER

🚨🚨🚨🚨OFFICIAL YOUNG COWBOY MCCOY CONCEPT ART 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

[thorsonoflesbians]

Jerry Bruckheimer and Paramount: Top Gun is a heterosexual movie dedicated to the military.

Val Kilmer and Glen Powell, captains of their respective ships, holding pride flags and bull horns: I THINK THE FUCK NOT

[diadotcom]

when the military propaganda has daddy issues

[hurtcomforted]

me, watching top gun: omg this is boring. i don't care about action movies. i don't care about the action. can that guy stop fucking chewing. can that other guy keep his fucking tongue in his mouth. oh god, it's over.

me, waking up the next day: okay but like. chewie and tongue guy. someone ships that, right.

me, three days later: fuck me, i ship that.

[pilvimarja]

Maverick, you back them up with Merlin on Ready Five.

[enthyrea]

"well, look what we have here. welcome aboard, princess."

a macheresin pirate x prince au that has completely taken over my life. (@salemfrogtrials i blame you)

jake's the captain of the hidden dagger, one of the kingdom's most prolific pirate crews. he's cocky and arrogant and doesn't let anyone get close to him. javy is the crown prince, sheltered from birth and knowing nothing about the world. he runs away one day and gets kidnapped by jake's crew, who are ecstatic to have the prince as ransom. except, they quickly realize that using the prince as a bargaining chip won't work, and javy actually wants to stay.

jake decides to let the prince stay. and of course, they fall in love.

javy learns what it's like to be loved for who you are, not who you're expected to be; jake learns what it's like to be loved despite who you and others think you are.

(natasha is javy's knight who is leading the charge to rescue him. reuben and mickey are part of her crew. the rest of the daggers are a part of jake's crew.)

if you want to hear about the choices behind my designs ↓

jake: long hair and a beard because pirate lol, he's got fancy belts and necklaces and earrings and keeps a sword on him. he's got green on him bc he deviates slightly from your typical pirate color scheme, reflecting how despite his appearance, he is, in fact, a green flag. lol.

javy: his main color is purple because it reflects royalty. on his prince outfit, the orange represents rebellion as its his favorite color and a part of his individuality. he doesn't have his piercings or eyebrow slit before he runs away, but after he joins jake he does (probably a swordfight for the eyebrow). also. he's wearing jake's little belt tassel (the green one) after he becomes a proper pirate and jake gives it to him. he gets jewelry BUT he keeps the purple on his design because he's still a royal after all.

javy’s got white pants and jake has dark pants, and javy’s got a dark top while jake’s is white. it's a representation of their experiences being essentially opposites. HOWEVER they do share the same gold-orange color throughout their design- both on the bottom of their shoes, both on the jewel they wear (javy’s under his collar and jake’s on his belt). jake’s green sashes are closer to yellow on the color wheel which makes it more complementary to javy’s purple. over time, javy slowly gains bits and pieces of jake’s design and vice versa- specifically javy gets jake’s green and jake gets javy’s orange. javy wears dark pants like jake while jake starts wearing dark tops. essentially over time their color choices begin to match each other but they still keep individuality.

okay sorry ramble over. i will be returning to this. please enjoy!

[pitchthepeach]

Admiral Kazansky

[fluffypotatey]

Hangster Twisters enemies-to-lovers AU where Rooster and Hangman have different chasing teams (like, Javy with Hangman and Phoenix with Rooster or smth) and their respective wingman are like, "my brother in Christ, this would be so much easier if you two dipshits would just work together" and ofc they're both like "over my dead fucking body" but they keep ending up at the same goddam storms anyway.

"Fuck off, Bradshaw, I got dibs on this one."

"Dibs? Dibs on a meteorological event? Kiss my ass."

omfg yes!!!! they even have rival YouTube accounts and it’s a whole thing of like which side are you on in this niche tornado chaser community. Bradley’s channel is more focused on explaining the data and schematics, sort of like a virtual class on tornadoes and meteorology. meanwhile, Jake’s is a lot like Tyler Owens’ tornado wranglers channel where they do challenges and shit

however, after the storms all die down, both teams go to help the communities affected and even link charities to donate to, and it’s here where Jake and Bradley are at their most friendly because now isn’t the time to be causing a scene over something as petty as “stealing” each other’s thunder. this could even lead to both teams eventually coming together to create a solution that could “tame” a tornado

[polar-equinoxx]

astraphobia, but like part two and they’re together and have had an argument but Maverick doesn’t care because he knows Ice is scared of storms and he will just.. come to bed to hold him while it passes overhead.

[tfofufu]

two birds but pre-tgm hangster

[sleepy-hyperfixations]

my ships apparently really do make me like actors i didn't originally like very much

[compacflt]

can i just say that I'm haunted by the image of Ice wearing "one of Mavericks cheapest rolexes". One because of the mental immage of Maverick being the kind of men who not only owns multiple watches but also Rolex, which is absolutely delightful, because oh the quiet vanity of that. And two because of the implied and groundbreaking (to me) domesticity (and defiance of the not talking/acknowledging the thing between the 2 of them) of wearing another person watch. I'm screaming into the void about your brilliance. So I need to ask, do they do that on purpose (before the mission) in a sort if roundabout way of acknowledging each other presence in their life? What would Mav wear that belongs to Ice (apart from that USNA ring eheh)?

pilots/sailors/doctors etc who do high-level specialized work with their hands tend to really be Watch Guys. and “cheap” rolexes (sub $7k ish) are actually pretty affordable if you’re making >$150k a year and want to treat yourself every fifth christmas or something. source: know several sailors & doctors. ALSO the watch ice is wearing in his famous gay plane photoshoot is actually a rolex. So theres some evidence ice at least is (annoying, ostentatious, bad with money, and) a Watch Guy. Maverick’s also wearing a kickass chronograph in TGM so i think he’s also probably a Watch Guy. also… you know, status symbol, honor, et cetera et cetera…

they probably wear each other’s socks because in-regs socks all look the same and they’re both men so who cares. i also hc that they’ve always worn the same size in shirts so each other’s t-shirts are also free game. and was very confusing at the start of their relationship when trying to figure out whose shirt was whose after a midnight rendezvous. lots of accidental shirt mixups. and, yeah, each other’s watches, because most people only see the status and don’t see the detail, and most people aren’t around both ice and mav enough to recognize that “omg last month adm kazansky was wearing the same omega chronometer capt mitchell is wearing today!! theyre totally together!!!” so if ice buys a new watch and maverick salivates over it, sure he can borrow it, whatever. and i think there’s a scene in wwgattai when maverick wears ice’s pj pants hold up lemme find it

“in bare feet.” now wtf does that mean. that could use a rewrite.

ice also wears mavericks leather jacket when they’re on their baseball date in debriefing. at some point when you live with someone long enough your stuff becomes their stuff which was the point of this graf

thinking about it… trying to decide if they’d wear each other’s cologne. that seems like a little much. no i don’t think so.

[nimuetheseawitch]

The choices they made to cut to Hangman when Rooster hits the target blind, when Rooster's thinking about going back, and when Rooster is hit really are some choices. He so obviously cares. This is how a ship is built.

[tgmsunmontue]

Bird on a Wire (3/3)

Top Gun Maverick AU.

Hangster Meet-cute. This is another explicit chapter, so just stop with part one if you don't want that. All three parts are 8k in total, parts 2 and 3 are explicit.

PART ONE PART TWO

PART THREE

            He runs his hands down the length of Bradley’s body, hoping the sensation is equal parts relaxing and arousing. He hadn’t intended to draw this out for himself, but he's completely okay with the direction that it's heading. He's always enjoyed the journey as much as the destination. He follows Bradley’s body as he reclines, leaving little space between them, can feel the heat between their bodies, his cock hard between them. Their skin is bathed a honey- yellow in the dimmed light, everything looks warm and monochromatic. Feeling the press of a leg he lifts up and gives Bradley room to move, breathing in sharply at the sight of spreading legs, leaving him straddling just one warm thigh. He feels a hand finally close around him, groaning at the sudden pressure and friction after so long of nothing. He's happy with whatever Bradley wants to do, will take his cues from him. He rocks forward into his hand, bracing his arms, although it's all awkward angles and just not quite enough.

            He kisses along the ridge of collar bone, enjoying the tang of sweat, mixed with the faint bitterness of come where his hastily wiped fingers have left a faint trace. Bradley’s hand seems fairly determined, twisting around to be more comfortable as he strokes and he moves with it. He lets his hand brush over Bradley’s softened cock, wondering if he'll get hard again. The fingers that have been digging into his upper arm are suddenly gone and he watches as Bradley  scrambles at the bedside table, pulling a drawer open. Jake swallows thickly when he sees the condoms and lube, those are big fucking cues right there.

            Taking a deep breath he pulls back and then tries to calm his racing heart. He's not going to ask, just wants to make this good, for both of them. He starts laying tiny light kisses all over Bradley’s face, shifting slightly, moving the lube and condoms out of the way for now. He moves his hand, letting his fingers brush against the soft skin behind Bradley’s balls, the nerves in his gut relaxing as Bradley shifts and spreads his legs even further apart and that's all the invitation he needs. He runs a finger down between Bradley’s ass cheeks, massages the hole slowly before running his finger back, slowly.

            He's not going slowly to give him an opportunity to stop, he's going slowly so he can enjoy this, the first time he's touched here, the feel of a new undiscovered body waiting for him to explore. He captures Bradley’s mouth with his, tongue moving in a hot slow thrust as his finger travels back to his hole, circling with a soft pressure, massaging before trailing away again. He repeats this, although he's not sure for how long exactly, Bradley’s hand still moving on his cock, pressure and movement not consistent enough to drive him mad, but more than enough to keep him interested; thrusting toward Bradley in soft shallow movements.

            When Bradley starts pressing his ass down against his finger and hand he grins, his hand moving away to reach for the previously discarded lube. He pauses to run his hand over the half-filled erection though and he grins into Bradley’s neck, nipping softly before Bradley lets out a breathless laugh. He likes the sound. A lot. Fortunately it's a pump bottle, no fiddly lids to deal with and pulls a condom out of the box while he's at it. Warming the lube between his index and middle fingers and thumb he goes back to massaging the tight entrance, although he feels it relax again quickly against a fingertip.

            The soft moan that Bradley makes as he presses in with one fingertip makes him feel smug, even more so when he glances down and sees Bradley’s cock twitch in its half-hard state. He keeps pushing, feels Bradley pushing back as his finger sinks deeper inside and he circles it slowly, continuing the soft massage between where his finger is and the warm weight of Bradley’s balls. He wants to go down on him again, bring him back to full hardness. He shifts, moving his weight back solely to his legs, uses his other hand to move Bradley’s other leg so he's kneeled between them. Bradley has released his cock willingly and for a brief moment his finger is the only part of him touching before he leans in and licks up the length of his cock before continuing to lick up his body.

            "Oh fuck," is barely audible on an exhale and Jake grins, humming as he takes a nipple into his mouth and sucking. His own body feels extra sensitive, the heat and pressure of Bradley’s fingers on his skin leaving little trails of icy-hot on his skin. Bradley’s hands alternate between gentle caresses and firmer grasps on his thigh, his movements restricted with Jake’s finger inside him, slowly stretching him open. Fuck. He presses in with a second finger, eyes on Bradley’s face, watching for any sign of pain or discomfit.

            Bradley’s eyes do squeeze shut, but his head falls back, mouth open with the gasp he makes, accompanied with the hip thrust makes Jake feel pretty confident there isn’t anything he could be doing differently right now. It’s tight and he has to ignore his own aching erection. He takes a deep breath and continues, firm and slow, fingers twisting and scissoring while his mouth leaves a trail of kisses across Bradley’s chest, giving an occasional bite which leaves Bradley gasping each time. He could get used to this.

            He draws back a little to admire the view. Bradley looks blissed out, and he guesses it's likely due to him already having come, body relaxed but still aroused, his cock laying half-filled with promise and his torso now peppered with little pink marks where Jake has nipped at the skin a little too roughly. Then Bradley spreads his legs a little wider, clearly wanting to give Jake easier access. More access. He groans, already feeling the shuddery achy warmth from good sex and they’re not even done yet.

            “Come on… more.“

            “Yeah yeah… patience.”

            He gets more lube and presses back in with three fingers. His fingers aren’t small and Bradley is biting his lip now, Jake can’t have that, shifts and leans down, capturing his lips with his own and lets him just get used to the stretch of his fingers before he begins to move them. For a few moments it’s a little uncoordinated, Bradley trying to press closer everywhere, with Jake kneeling between his legs, fingers moving slow and steady. Bradley manages some mumbled words and finally Jake is apparently where Bradley wants him, because his hand wraps around Jake’s cock and he jerks, overly sensitive but he doesn’t shift away.

            “Want you in me. Come on…”

            “Darlin’, I’m enjoying the journey,” he says, breath catching as Bradley’s thumb strokes over the head of his cock.

            “Fuck, you’re an asshole,” Bradley says, giving his cock a too-tight squeeze and Jake grunts. “Come on. Please…”

            Jake hums, feels muscles clenching around his fingers and sees the flex as Bradley tries and gets him deeper and yeah okay, that’s enough now. He slides his fingers out and wipes them on the edge of the top sheet, reaches for the condom. Then Bradley is pushing him out of the way, rolling over, pulling his knees up beneath him and Jake chokes on his next inhale as he’s presented with the most stunning sight and he rolls the condom on before draping himself over as much as he can, a little annoyed that he’s maybe longer in the legs so it’s more of a stretch than he was expecting.

            “God you're gorgeous… You ready?"

            "Been ready for while, get on with it… “

            Because he is a bit of a shit he waits then, pulls back and runs a single finger down the length of Bradley’s spine, watches as he arches into the touch, swears under his breath. Then he grabs the lube and slicks himself up, not wasting time now and he rubs the head of his cock in tiny incremental circles at Bradley’s hole, lets himself push forward as he feels Bradley push back and he grabs his hip, fingers digging tight as he slowly presses forward, groaning at the heat, pressure and little sounds that Bradley is making.

            He forces himself to a count of twenty, stays still before pulling back and yeah, the groan he lets out is echoed back to him. Yeah, this is where they want to be. Where he wants to be. Holy fuck. He slides forward again, building up the power and watching as Bradley’s hands grip the sheets to push back, following him like he doesn’t want Jake to pull out. It builds, each thrust of Jake’s hips forward have Bradley skittering forward with the power of them, and he braces himself more forcefully on a forearm, pushing back to meet each snap of hips.

            “Yeah darlin’, so good…”

            His control feels tenuous, the hot tight sensation around his cock familiar but not. Bradley’s body straining and pushing back against him in all the best ways possible and he swallows roughly, increasing his pace slightly. 'Yeah, faster' Bradley breathes, and he obliges, hands on his hips pulling into him harder and deeper. He can see Bradley’s arm moving now, knows that he's jerking himself off, and that knowledge makes him let go a little bit. Not completely, but enough that the sound of flesh slapping together increases in frequency.

            Part of him wants to lean back, have Bradley ride his cock, so that he can just watch his cock slide in and out as Bradley sets the pace. An idea for later. Now he just needs to focus on the feel of sliding into him, the pressure around him. Then he can't, the sensation just too much to think about and he finally finally lets himself go, thrusting rapidly as he nears the edge. He can hear the blood rushing in his ears, the harsh sound of both their breathing in staccato pants and Bradley’s litany of 'oh fuck yes, please, faster, god, yeah, oh, oh, oh' and a small part of his brain, a part that hasn't taken a leave of absence, is turned on even further by the words. He doesn't talk much himself during sex, preferring his actions to speak for him, but listening to Bradley he has a new appreciation for the spoken word in bed.

            It's shocking when the desperate sounding “Jake…oh god, please' causes his orgasm to rip through him, taking him by surprise, his own fault for holding off for so long, holding back as long as possible, and his fingers tighten on Bradley’s hips as he grinds down as he rides through it. He continues to thrust, slower, taking in large gulps of air, grateful that he stays hard for a little while after he's come so he can get Kurt off. Except Bradley’s arm isn't moving any more, and now that he's more in a mind to pay attention after the last few frantic minutes he feels a sudden sharp frisson of fear that maybe he's hurt him in some way.

            He runs shaky fingers down his back, a gentle caress and he desperately wants to ask if he's okay when Bradley moans, hips twitching and pushing back, and he lets out the breath he'd been holding. Not hurt then. Thank fuck. He doesn't stop the gentle caress of his fingers over sweat damp skin, and he places small kisses randomly, tongue darting out just to taste the saltiness of skin and he gets another quiet moan.

            "I can't, not a third time. Fucking hell… Now I really need a shower.”

            He can't help feeling smug, though a little miffed that he apparently completely missed Bradley’s second orgasm after working so hard to ensure it would happen, and he chuckles softly. They’ll learn each other and have fun during the whole process he’s pretty sure. He pulls out carefully, rubs along Bradley’s flank when he makes a little discontented sound but can’t help the self-satisfied grin at the twitching flare of Bradley’s hole gives and pulls off the condom, tying it shut. Then Bradley is moving away, and he wants to protest, wants to wrap his arms around him and just drift off to sleep really. Except… he doesn't know if he's welcome to stay the night, it's one thing to talk about wanting to see where this might go, but staying the night is a step-too-far for some people.

            "Come on, help me strip the bed and make it. Then we can shower and go to sleep in a nice dry bed and not… um…" Bradley gestures at his bed, pulling a face and Jake laughs again, standing as well on slightly unsteady legs to kiss him. Bradley kisses him back, his arms wrapping around Jake’s entire body and it feels nice. His shoulders slump with a release of tension he wasn't even aware was there.

            He helps strip the sheets off and remake the bed efficiently, admiring how comfortable Bradley looks naked, and how sexy as well, but he knows Bradley isn't even trying, just making the bed while being inherently sexy.

            "So, as your guest are you going to cook for me tomorrow?" Jake asks as they step into the bathroom.

            “Depends on what you do to earn it…” Bradley says, eyes teasing and Jakes grins. He was right, his cheeks are going to be sore tomorrow from grinning so much and he can’t remember the last time he felt this sheer sense of joy.

            “I’m sure we can work out a payment plan… mutual trade terms,” Jake says, kissing the bare shoulder in front of him.

            “Yeah, mutually beneficial I’m sure…”

            “Of course,” Jake agrees, fingers brushing over the skin of Bradley’s back for a brief moment before they step into the shower stall together. It’s not impossible, but it’s a snug fit but they’re equally content to be sharing such a close space. It’s quiet, languorous, just warm water and soapy hands washing each other’s bodies, no urgency or sexual overtones, just… something he hopes to experience more of. A sense of contentment and easy companionship that is surprising. The aftermath of the sex, gentle and nurturing with the softest of kisses.

            Bradley is a considerate lover, easy to talk to and has a sense of humor that complements Jake’s. Also he’s a little bit of a pushy asshole, which Jake likes. Thinking about getting to know him better, having sex again, both ideas make his body thrum with energy, and it's not solely sexual. Yeah, he definitely wants more of all that…

            He wakes up feeling warm. Warmer than usual, and that in itself is unusual because he usually throws the blankets off after overheating and wakes up cold. They’d both slept naked though, and the weight of an arm over his waist has him working his bottom lip between his teeth in an effort to keep back the laugh he feels bubbling in his chest. All of the same feelings he’d had last night are still there in the light of a new day and it feels full of potential. He likes Bradley. A lot. He feels the focus of his thoughts shift against him and the quiet waking up sounds that Bradley apparently makes and he grins, pressing back against his body

            "Morning…" Bradley mumbles sleepily, and he’s kissing Jake’s shoulder, moustache prickling at his skin and Jake wonders how it would feel on other parts of his body. Something to explore later.

            "Mmm. Mornin’.”

            “Sleep okay?"

            "Yeah. I slept real well. Sex does that to me."

            "Food too I bet…" Bradley murmurs into his neck and Jake shivers a little, body tingling as his lip move against the tender skin of his neck.

            “Sounds like something worth exploring. Fortunately for you I am willing to be your guinea pig.”

            “Good. Did you have somewhere you needed to be or can we go back to sleep?”

            “Sleep, food or… a secret third option?”

            “A mysterious secret third option? I wonder what that could be,” Bradley says, and Jake can hear the humor in his voice as he shifts and then he’s pulling Jake onto his back and laying on top of him, effectively pinning him to the bed. He looks gorgeous, sleep warm, tousled hair and happy. He looks happy and Jake hopes like hell he’s part of the reason.

            “How about I make us some breakfast, then we look into this mysterious third option you’re thinking of…”

            “Or we could do that now…” Jake suggests, running his hands down the naked skin of Bradley’s back.

            “Pretty sure my stomach grumbling will ruin that…”

            “I think you’re overestimating how long it’ll take for us to discover this mystery.”

            Bradley laughs, kisses him and Jake grins into the answering smile. Then Bradley’s phone rings and Jake startles, not expecting the sudden noise, and Bradley swears under his breath, shifting away and reaching across to answer it. Jake lies back, because Bradley hasn’t moved that much, is now straddling him, thighs spread wide over Jake’s thighs and he rubs his hands down them, smiles up as Bradley grins down at him, holding his phone and swiping to answer. He holds a finger to his lips in the sign of quiet and Jake smirks, reaches for the hand and then sucks the finger into his mouth, eyes daring Bradley to pull it away.

            “Uh, Hello, Bradley Bradshaw.” “Yeah.” “Okay.” “No, it’s okay, thanks for letting me know. We can work with that. I’ll see you in a few hours.” “After two.” “What?” “Tell him to fuck off.”

            He hangs up and throws his phone off the side of the bed and Jake watches, he’s stopped sucking because he can’t believe what he just heard.

            “Your name is Bradley Bradshaw?”

            “Yeah. Why?”

            “God. I don’t know which is worse. Rooster or… that. Bradley Bradshaw?”

            “Good thing you like me already huh?”

            “Yeah. Good thing.”

--- THE END ---

A/N - Ice and Slider started an ice-cream and gourmet burger place. Ice was the business manager. Goose, Carol and Mav had their restaurant. Mav and Ice had some, erm, misunderstandings, when they first met. But they figured things out.

They've all got backstories which I'll never write. (Phoenix was homeless and going dumpster diving when Goose saw her, and it took a few months/years, but she's their daughter now, no question.)

[redfurrycat]

🤠🌪️🐓The Tornado Wrangler & The Rooster🐓🌪️🤠

What if Jake Seresin, a well-known storm chaser, the best in his field, meets the most formidable Tornado the Earth has ever faced? What if this so-called Rooster Twister is in fact....more? Well, this cow-boy is about to find out: chase it and ride it. Ft. Bradley Bradshaw as the Roman Goddess of Storms and Weather's Son (& Brisket).

In honour of the new Twisters Movie.

(Tornado Pic from Freepik)