#it's so mav

[katewritesss]

"When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night with your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife. And when you think about me, all of those years ago, you're standing face to face with 'I told you so.' You know I hate to say 'I told you so.' You know I hate to say, but, I told you so."

[almondcroissantsandink]

Mav with a dog, requested by @waistcoat35 ! I felt like he would own an Aussie (a sort of high energy dog that would match him)--that, or a very old, round lab that wandered around the hangar :)

[soronya]

I would say “Icemav walked so Hangster could run” but in reality, Icemav already fucking sprinted.

[moonagedaydream14]

this was such a wild thing to have him say

[took-my-breath-away]

the people have chosen…. and they have chosen death icemav

thanks for participating in the poll! according to the other votes, my next drawings will be; MORE catdad mav, old man mav doing old man things and some kiddo rooster / mav wholesomeness (though the above kinda infers this).

please submit any ideas you have to my asks box, I love scribbling. for freeeee!

[kitnita]

dallasstars: like we said: don’t lose at rock-paper-scissors 🪨📄✂️

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

maverick n this specific genre of "pilot gettin bored n drawin shit with his flight path" I just KNOW he was up there doin straight BULLSHIT

[torchflies]

Okay, so I know that nobody asked for this… 

But Maverick (in an AU, after a catastrophic injury or chronic illness, or as a Navy consultant maybe) would be a kickass, chaotic evil wheelchair user. 

This doofus uses cut-up stop signs for side-guards and uses off-roading tires for everyday use. Boy goes to the skate park in his chair and can often be seen balancing a toddler Bradley on one leg and something liquid on the other while going Mach 2, bonus points if said liquid is in a cup without a lid. 

Mav sits in a wheelie just cause he feels like it, took off his backrest so he'd have better reach and rocks his chair side to side just to make sure everything is where it should be.

He probably has a couple chairs that he's cobbled together with plywood and random shit. 

Just… wheelchair user Maverick who yanks Ice into his lap and takes off when his boyfriend is walking too slow.

[erwinsvow]

bitchy!reader being jealous at a party when she sees rafe talking to some girl and then finding out its a girl he has either slept with in the past or shes been all over him since before they were toghether. Reader makes a scene calling her out for being all over her man

yess but bitchy reader is a menace, she doesnt care abt any girls but she'll be soo mean to rafe abt it😭😭 this has to be pre-dating bc she would never let rafe disrespect her like that & he knows not to

when you catch rafe's eyes again, you feel a familiar sense of self-satisfaction course through your veins. of course he's looking—he should be surprised he can even look away.

you always look great, but today is something special, a pretty strapless dress decorating your body, something similar to the color of rafe's eyes. so, like always, it's no wonder he can't look away.

but you can't let the bastard think he's got you thinking about how often he is looking at you. it's all very confusing, so you don't glance back, trying to stay engrossed in your conversation with your friends. a few drinks and thirty minutes later, your eyes travel back to rafe.

and though he is still looking at you, there's some other girl in front of him, talking to him. the girl you recognize, someone who used to frequent tannyhill. on more than one occasion she's wandered down the kitchen when you and sarah are making waffles and sipping overpriced coffee. when you'd seen her, she'd been in rafe's clothes.

you hadn't cared much then, treated her the same you'd treat anyone. even now, with the girl in front of him trying to capture his attention and the idiot's eyes still on you, you feel the same—mildly annoyed at her, beyond irritated at him.

he thinks he can make you jealous. it's even cute that he's trying. this time you do stare back at rafe, a little annoyed at yourself for thinking about how cute he looks today. you like him in blue, you like that he's matching you.

"why are you staring at my brother?" sarah questions, and you smile in his direction.

"get your shit straight, sarah. he's staring at me." you wave at rafe, smiling sweetly before looking away. you don't have to see his face to know how it fell at your reaction.

"ugh. now he's coming over here. i'm not sticking around for this." you direct your smile at sarah.

"who asked you to stay?" she rolls her eyes at you.

"match made in heaven," she mutters, walking away in the other direction. when rafe approaches you, you stay seated on the couch, sipping your drink and observing your nails. they're baby blue—and you wonder how you'd come to that decision in the salon yesterday. of course, you know the answer.

"what the hell was that?" rafe barks, and you resist the eyeroll for as long as you can. last time he said if you rolled them at him again, he'd slap them out of your head, and though you want to test his theory, you'd prefer it in the privacy of his bedroom.

"just saying hi, rafe. you know i've met that poor girl before, at tannyhill. i'm surprised you even let her sleep over, you seem like the type-"

"can you shut up about her? what the hell was-"

"you already said that. and why would i shut up? you're the one yapping away to her. you know, you must be great in bed."

"excuse me?"

"i mean, you treat a girl that shitty and she's still willing to speak to you? she must remember something good. but knowing you it can't be for the conversation."

"..thanks?"

"you're welcome." you glance up at him again, but your eyes track back to the girl watching the two of you, the one he left behind to come talk to you. "i know you're a dick but don't be a dick. go finish talking to her. it's rude."

"i don't wanna talk to her."

"well, you're not talking to me."

"d'you have to make everything so fuckin' hard?"

"you're the one trying to make me jealous by talking to some poor girl! did you think i'd appreciate that?"

"why can't you just get jealous like you're supposed to?"

"you are such a jackass. maybe if you acted, like, a normal person-"

"oh, you're one to fuckin' talk. normal person my ass. you cuss me out every chance you get-"

"stop engaging in behavior that gets you cussed out then."

"shut up."

"you shut up!"

you both stare at each other for a moment.

"you wanna come to tannyhill with me?"

"yeah. let's go."

[nyree2712]

Top Gun - Incorrect Quotes 89

Mav: Rules are made to be broken.

Ice: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken

Sli: Well Ice, you can break a piñata

Goose: Glow sticks

Wood: Karate boards.

Wolf: Spaghetti when you have a small pot

Mav: R U L E S

Ice:

[halestrom]

hungry man

“No.”

Bradley turned from where he was staring at Jake from the corner of his eye to look at Coyote who was squinting at Jake, and then looking at Bradley, back and forth before he shook his head.

“Oh, fuck no, Jacob.”

Bradley glanced at Jake who finally turned, raising an eyebrow at Coyote. “What?” Jake asked, face innocent.

“Don’t you what me,” Coyote said, pointing a finger at Jake, looking pissed off. “I thought we agreed we weren’t going to fuck Rooster anymore.”

The silence that followed was loud before everyone started speaking at the same time, the noise getting louder and louder as Bradley tried to figure out how Coyote had figured out he and Jake were doing something again. They had been quiet, they hadn’t been looking at each other in public, they hadn’t left at the same time, they hadn’t been doing anything that would give away that, for the fifth time in knowing each other, they had fallen back to bed together and this time, this time, Bradley felt like it might actually stick.  

“Since when is fucking Rooster a we thing?” Jake demanded, voice cutting through the noise.

“Since, we,” Coyote waved a hand around the room to include all twelve of them, “have to deal with the fall out each time you fuck. Flight school, Oceana, Top Gun even though you were in different classes, that one mission in Germany and fucking Lemoore.”

“I thought Lemoore was before Germany?” Nat asked.

“Was it?” Coyote asked.

“Definitely before,” Halo piped up.  

“Fuck all of you, especially you,” Jake said, glaring at Coyote. “For the record, we’re not fucking.”

That at least was correct. For the first time they weren’t fucking, they were dating, a fact they had agreed to keep on the downlow until they made sure it would stick.

“Bull to the shit,” Coyote replied.

“You’re an asshole,” Jake shot back.

The door opened and Mav appeared, thankfully breaking up the beginnings of a fight. Jake and Javy might be best friends, but they were also both stubborn assholes who could argue like top level prosecutors. Bradley remembered the aftermath of the 2016 argument that had started over something. Bradley had never gotten a straight answer, but he knew he never wanted to be around that again. He’d rather face the SAM’s.

“Yo, Mav. Did you know Rooster and Hangman are fucking?” Coyote called, leaning back in his chair.

Maybe a fight wasn’t the worst idea suddenly.

“Wow,” Bradley said, finally speaking up and glaring at Coyote who looked unrepentant. “Way to out me without my permission. Real fuckin’ solid ally right there. I never told Mav I was gay.”

That at least had Coyote suddenly looking nervous and guilty as he glanced between Bradley and Mav who had stopped part of the way into the door, frowning around the room before he shook his head and kept walking in.

“Oh, no worries. I knew,” Mav said, making it to the front and dropping his pile of folders on the table.

“The fuck you mean you knew? I never told you?” Bradley demanded, glaring at Mav.

Mav snorted, looking up at him. “Yeah, kid. I knew. What? You suddenly missed my cooking anytime Ice was visiting?”

Bradley sniffed, leaning back in the chair. “No one reheats a Hungry Man like you do, Mav. No one. Be proud of that.”

“Kazansky, really?” Payback said with extreme judgment.

“It’s like Hangman version one,” Harvard said.

“The lesser version,” Jake snapped immediately.

“Are you seriously comparing yourself to Admiral Kazansky?” Nat demanded, glaring at Jake.

“He hungry for a Hungry man? Or a Hangry man?” Fritz said, elbowing Omaha with a grin.

“Way to have a type, Rooster,” Fanboy called, causing more than one of them to chuckle and Bradley just rolled his eyes.

“We’re missing the point,” Coyote said, waving a hand around the room before pointing at Bradley and then at Jake. “Fuck…ing.”

“No, we’re not,” Jake said, getting the shit eating grin he always got on his face when he was about to drop a bomb, and Bradley loved that look. Loved Jake’s ego and loved how fucking smart he was. Jake turned, shooting a grin at Bradley that had him smiling back, incapable of not when Jake was looking at him like that. Bradley could hear the groans from around the room, but Bradley ignored them in favor of meeting Jake’s eyes and hoping he’d never have to go a day when he couldn’t see that look on Jake’s face directed at him.

“Nah, Yotes. We’re not fucking. We’re dating.”

The room was silent, and then Coyote groaned, dropping his head onto the desk as Nat started to rub her temples, the rest of the room breaking out into conversation, but all Bradley could do was smile back at Jake because they were dating, and Bradley had never been happier.

Never.  

[almondcroissantsandink]

i feel the need--the need for speed!

[that-nefarious-song]

can't stop thinking about mav and teenage bradley. anyway this scene wont leave my head so heres my pitch. bradley stays out super late with his friends on a school night the day before he has a big test or smth and mav wakes him up for school cause he's here rn and is like come on i'll take you to school bradley: wait, I'm not catching the bus? maverick: you missed the bus, kid. bradley: how late am I? maverick: it's almost the end of third period, I think. bradley: THIRD PERIOD? bradley: why didn't you wake me up sooner, I had a test second period?!! maverick: well luckily you had a dentist appointment this morning bradley: i didn't have a— [pauses to think and starts to smile at mav] bradley: mav— maverick: get in the car, bradley

[took-my-breath-away]

art idea: icemav in the stands at one of bradley’s baseball games (elementary, middle, or high school — i feel like he played for a while). i would love to see them in baseball caps, cheering, with sodas and hot dogs and the whole nine yards.

i love icemav doing different activities (especially on romcom esque dates), so if that jogs anything either, i’d love to see it! thanks for making such great art.

he struggled for months to hit it right, nerves wracking through him.

but this time he waited... for the right moment. it finally came.

[your-unfriendlyghost]

With the top gun au, i think that now that Steve has his hands on hairspray, they spend too much money on that shit cause Steve goes through like practically two cans a week. They stock up on it like it's rations

No fr it’s a problem

[sdrose93]

Top Gun 1986 and Top Gun: Maverick: 2022 ❤❤

Pete Maverick Mitchell 😍😍❤‍🔥