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polikszena · 2 years ago
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Title: Beginner friendly
Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick
Characters: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Beau "Cyclone" Simpson, Maggie "Letdown" Miller(OC)
Relationships: Rooster x OC
Rating: General
Summary: One night at the club La Cubanita, Rooster spots an unexpected guest.
Notes: Okay, this is really random, because I wrote half of this on my way home from last week's dance party and finished it later. This is a small additional chapter to a Top Gun-fic of mine, For a little bit of sunshine.
Beginner friendly
"I've got you a drink. You looked like you'd need one," Rooster said when Maggie joined him at the bar. Her cheeks were rosy, her lips curled up and sweat was glowing on her collarbone. She was wearing a flowy blue top with a pair of skinny jeans and her dancing shoes.
"Thank you," she said, beaming at him.
"They're keeping you busy tonight," he stated.
"As expected," she said, "since I told my groups there would be more beginner friendly songs in this party. And beforehand I convinced Jackie to play more beginner friendly songs," she added, throwing a glance at the DJ. "At least they dare to ask me for a dance. Cheers," she raised her glass.
Rooster raised his own and they both drank while watching the couples on the dance floor until something made the aviator choke on his beer.
"Holy shit," he mumbled.
"What is it? A dreadful outfit?" Maggie wondered.
"Worse," he said, leaning forward to take a closer look. Perhaps his mind was playing tricks on him, and it was just a lookalike as he wasn't the only tall and well-built, dark-haired fifty-something in San Diego. But it was dedinitely him, dancing with a woman in a dress with printed roses on it. "Cyclone."
Surprisingly, Maggie's face lit up.
"Where?" she wondered, her eyes now searching for the vice admiral.
"Two o'clock, with the woman in a dress with roses," he told her.
"That's Mrs Cyclone," she said when she spotted them in the crowd.
Rooster nodded his head and they both started watching the older aviator. It felt so odd to see him like this: wearing his civilian clothes, in a club in San Diego, dancing salsa.
"He's a bit stiff, isn't he?" Rooster said as Cyclone led his wife back to the open position, concentrating to keep the beat. He could see his mouth moving as he was probably counting out loud: one, two, three, five, six seven.
"He's still a beginner" Maggie pointed out. "We've all been there."
"I know, but it's kind of nice to know that there is something I'm at a more advanced level than him," he admitted. "It's like finding out that your Math teacher roots for the same team as you and it makes you see him more like an actual human being."
"Or start doubting your sports choices," Maggie said.
"Or that."
About two songs later, Vice Admiral Beau "Cyclone" Simpson led his wife off the floor and when they spotted Maggie at the bar, they decided to join her. They didn't even seem to notice Rooster next to her. A grin broke out on the dance instructor's face, being genuinely happy to see them, but at the same time she felt a little awkward as in the class they were on a first name basis with everyone by default, while he was Rooster's superior.
"I'm so glad you could come!" she said, deciding not to say any names.
"Good evening, Sir," Rooster greeted him with a nod, and Maggie noticed that he had straightened his back a little more.
"Lieutenant," Cyclone turned to the aviator with a smile. "I didn't know you danced as well."
"For quite a few years now," Rooster said. "Although I havent' been doing it very often until recently," he added, throwing a glance at Maggie who smiled at him.
"Well, let me introduce you to my wife, Barbara," the vice admiral said. "Honey, this is Lieutenant Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, one of the aviators who succeeded in our latest mission."
"I've heard a lot about you," Mrs Cyclone smiled at the young man. "It's nice to finally meet you."
"Actually, I came to ask Maggie for a dance," Cyclone said. "I hope I wasn't interrupting anything."
"Not at all," Maggie said.
"In that case, may I have this dance?" the aviator asked, and when she said yes, he led her to the dance floor.
As much as he wanted to see Cyclone with Maggie, Rooster found it awkward to stay alone at the bar with the vice admiral's wife, so instead, he turned to her:
"May I, Mrs Simpson?" he asked, holding out his hand to her.
"Yes," the woman said, " and please, call me Barbara," she added as they walked to the dance floor.
Beau "Cyclone" Simpson was visibly nervous as they started to dance which surprised Maggie a little, knowing how confident the aviator was at his job, on the other hand, she knew how nerve-wracking it was for a beginner to ask the teacher for a dance. When they would have to lead steps to someone way more experienced than him and there would not be anyone to tell them what the next step would be. She tried to be at ease with him, pretending she hadn’t noticed his mistakes and just enjoying the dance, hoping that it would make him feel more relaxed. However, after he led her a perfect coca cola turn (something they learned in their last class), a wide grin broke out on Maggie’s face - she couldn’t help it. Seeing her changed expression, the aviator startled a little.
“Sorry if I messed it up,” he said.
“No, you didn’t,” Maggie assured him. “It was actually great. That’s why I was smiling.”
Poor man, she thought to herself, this must have been extremely hard for him. Not only dancing with his teacher as a beginner but having his subordinate witnessing all of it. It must have been excruciating for him. Still, he asked for a detailed review of his performance once the song ended. He came here to practice after all.
“Lieutenant Bradshaw is an amazing dancer,” Barbara Simpson told her husband when he and Maggie joined them at the bar. She was glowing, with an ear-to-ear smile on her face, just like any woman after a good dance.
“It seems you’re a man of many talents,” the vice admiral stated.
“And even more practice, Sir,” Rooster said. “Would you like to see it?”
Cyclone raised a brow at the question, but then he smiled and nodded his head.
“Sure.”
Then the mustached aviator turned to Maggie and asked her for a dance. He couldn’t hide his smug smile as he led her back to the floor, ready to show his superior how to dance salsa.
“For a moment I thought you’d ask him to dance,” Maggie admitted as they returned to the floor.
“I think he did, too,” Rooster said with a chuckle.
“Just don’t intimidate him too much,” she told him when they stood into position.
“Maybe a little bit,” Rooster said and began to lead.
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leosdooley · 1 year ago
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KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER.
when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities, chen chen // the picture of dorian gray, oscar wilde // the worm kings lullaby, richard siken // limer3ence // bleuts, maggie nelson // tonight i can write, pablo neruda // the crucible, arthur miller // when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities, chen chen // untitled, margaret schnabel // waiting room, phoebe bridgers
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asoftepiloguemylove · 10 months ago
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LET'S PROVE THERE'S A RELIGION IN OUR LOVE // DEVOTION IN BEYOND EVIL
Leah Horlick For Your Own Good (via @geryone) // 괴물 Beyond Evil (2021) dir. Shim Nayeon // Fleurie Love and War // Sean Glatch "Caffine, Pt. 1," 4:41 // 괴물 Beyond Evil (2021) dir. Shim Nayeon // Madeline Miller The Song of Achilles // pinterest // Fall Out Boy Hum Hallelujah // 괴물 Beyond Evil (2021) dir. Shim Nayeon // Maggie Stiefvater Call Down the Hawk // 괴물 Beyond Evil (2021) dir. Shim Nayeon // Alexander Blok "I Leave the Tiresome Noise and Clamor," The Selected Poems of Alexander Blok // Mitski I Don't Smoke // 괴물 Beyond Evil (2021) dir. Shim Nayeon // pinterst // Taylor Swift marjorie
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Characters, book, and author names under the cut
Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish - The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater
Patroclus/Achilles - The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller
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ddmmcomics · 1 year ago
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Each born again issue starts with Matt lying down until he finally stands up in the end.
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He goes further and further into fetal position until he is “born again” and healed by Maggie.
I love comics.
Daredevil (Vol. 1) - Issue #227-230 & #233
Miller | Mazzuchelli
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loveinstreams · 7 months ago
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Maggie Stiefvater - Call Down the Hawk // Anne Carson- Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides // Zhang Jiuling, ed. by Jane Portal, from Chinese Love Poetry; Looking at the moon and longing for a distant lover // Gustave Courbet - Le Sommeil ou Les Deux Amies (The Two Girlfriends) // Kenneth Rexroth - She Is Away // Madeleine Miller - The Song of Achilles // @interkellar [x] art by @nephrosoupp // June Jordan, from "Intifada Incantation: Poem #8 for b.b.L."
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northernexposuregifs · 2 months ago
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I just wanna applaud y'all for plunging headfirst into the great river of democracy. I mean, our election is just a small tributary, y’know, a singular thread in the greater fabric, linked by tradition, love and honor to the swift, clear bracing waters from which our traditions are founded.
But I'm just saying, let's take a little time out here to slap ourselves on the back, give a kiss on the cheek, a hale and hearty fare-thee-well to all our fine noble Cicelian citizens.
Ruth-Anne, candidates, you're happening.
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macmurphysgirl · 8 months ago
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I know this isn't really the place to post edits to be honest but this one I just made shows one of my favourite part in post apocalyptic shows/games/movies. The human connections.
"Number one, this is not a show about zombies. This is a show and a story about love." - Troy Baker.
I can't even explain how much resonate with any zombie medias I've watched. Yes, zombies/walker/clicker (or whatever you want to name them) are apart of it but they're like the side plot.
That type of content, to me, shows so much about connections and how humans would act without the society. We can see bounds forming between people who would have never even bat an eye at one another on a daily basis. There are no more real social groups. No poor, no rich. Just people trying to survive the best they can.
New families, not bounded my blood but families none the less. Caring for and protecting one another. They all have different backgrounds, different morals and ethic but they still bring people in no matter the danger it could bring upon them.
Anyways, my heart will always belong to zombies/ post apocalyptic medias <3
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gallaghersgal · 2 years ago
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𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧' || 𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫
Pairing: Joel Miller x GN!Reader
Summary: Joel never lets you take a shift on watch. You're determined to stay up with him
Notes: spoiler free !! very fluffy <33 i love joel sm raahhhh
Wordcount: 950
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You were fighting sleep as you played some unnamed card game against Joel. The official title had long slipped his mind, as had a few of the rules, but you made do with what you knew. You examined your hand, eyes beginning to fall closed as you squinted in the dim light. But you wouldn’t let yourself sleep. Not yet.
You wanted to stay up with Joel as long as possible, you knew once you were out he wouldn’t wake you for your shift on watch. In the morning he’d bury his ever-present tiredness with a cup of coffee and shrug you off, saying he’d wake you up next time. He would butter you up, telling you that you were too pretty to wake. In reality, you knew he felt responsible for protecting you and Ellie. You didn’t know how he did it.
You played your cards, drawing a new hand and looking over at Joel. He cocked his head a bit, analyzing your choices. He looked back at you, noticing how your shoulders are slumped and your eyelids were drooping. He reached out, taking your cards from your hand and combining them with his own.
“Hey!” you exclaimed. “I was gonna win this time.”
Joel chuckled, “sure you were.” He collected the rest of the cards and shuffled them quickly before tying a small piece of string back around them. Now that your brain wasn’t focused on the game you begin to realize just how tired you are. Your body aches for sleep, and your muscles feel weak and worn out. Joel noticed, easily. He always saw right through you. “Sweetheart, go get some sleep,” he told you, nodding over to where Ellie was curled in her sleeping bag.
You shook your head and moved over to sit beside him. You can't feel the tree's rough bark through Joel’s jacket wrapped around you. You had been shivering earlier, and he slipped it off to give to you. You knew he had to be cold. His skin is chilled as you take his arm, leaning into his shoulder. “Not gonna let you stay up all night alone,” you told him.
“You need to sleep. I’ll wake you up for watch in a couple of hours,” Joel said. You knew he was lying.
You shake your head again, his protests lapsing into silence.
These woods were peaceful. You listened to the sound of the gentle wind and the bullfrogs croaking in a nearby pond. The air out here smelled fresh, not like the stench of the QZ. The air there smelled like death, like sewage and smoke and grief. It was constantly choking your lungs, suffocating you. The air here was different, fresh. You loved to breathe it in deep, smelling the earth that surrounded you.
“You know,” you started, leaning closer to Joel. “When I was little I loved to go out camping with my folks.”
“Yeah?”
You nodded. “We would go up into the mountains, there was this little cabin on my Grandfather’s land.”
“Now that ain’t campin’ if you’re staying in a house,” Joel protested.
You brushed it off. “We would go on hikes, swim in the river, run around barefoot in the grass. Summer was always my favorite time of year, ‘cause spend the whole season there. My parents were teachers. We didn’t have much, but we had our time together.”
“That’s nice,” Joel said.
“The best part though was when the sun would go down.” You smiled, your eyes slipping closed as you remembered. The memory was hazy, you were very young when the virus broke out, but you could still remember those warm summer nights. “Me and my sister would wait for it to get dark, eating smores and catching fireflies. And then when it was dark we would walk up to the clearing at the top of the mountain, and we would lay out on the grass looking at the stars. We were so high up, it was like we could see the whole night sky.”
It was quiet after that. Your eyes were closed and you were tuned in on Joel’s breathing. You wondered for a brief moment if he had fallen asleep himself, but then you felt his head tilt up. You knew he was looking at the stars, or at least what he could see of them through the trees. 
“Me an’ my little brother used to do the same thing,” he said. Then, quiet again.
You opened your own eyes, peering up through the canopy to catch a glimpse of Orion. You smiled softly, using your knowledge of the night sky to try and locate any other constellations you could find.
“That kid was obsessed with the night sky. He had a book of all the constellations and we would take it out into the backyard and point ‘em out. Orion was his favorite. For me, it was the big dipper. Classic…” His voice was smooth on your ears, and you felt the familiar tired ache beginning to overtake you. “There was a space station in Houston. Sometimes our dad would take us down there to see the rocket launch…”
You woke up with a start, feeling like you were falling. You felt Joel’s strong arms around your shoulders, lowering you gently. Your back touched the cold ground and your head came to rest in his lap.
“Joel-” you protested, fighting to wake yourself up. You propped yourself up on your elbows and tried to blink the sleep from your eyes.
“Shh, go back to sleep.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead, pressing gently on your shoulders until you laid back down. 
“Let me take watch tomorrow. Please.”
Joel chuckled, “alright. I will.”
End.
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polikszena · 2 years ago
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Alaskan midnight - A “For a little bit of sunshine” New Year’s Eve special
Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick
Rating: Teen and up audiences
Summary: He is one of the country’s best naval aviators, she is a dance instructor and a writer. He has been called back to Top Gun for an extremely dangerous mission, she is battling her insecurities. They meet at a bar. This is their story.
Relationships: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female OC
Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9
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Chapter summary: Maggie "Letdown" Miller planned it all: finish the workshop, lead a rueda and then go to The Hard Deck to meet Rooster and have her midnight kiss. However, due to a delay in the schedule, she cannot leave the salsa club on time. Does this mean she and Rooster can forget that kiss?
Not if it's up to Maverick.
Word count: 1678
Notes: This is a New Year's Eve special for one of my Top Gun fanfics, For a little bit of sunshine. Some fluff with a little Mavdad moment as well.
Alaskan midnight
Maggie “Letdown” Miller didn’t plan to step into the new year like this: standing in the crowded club, on her own, while the DJ was counting down the seconds until midnight. She agreed to do a workshop and lead a few ruedas in La Cubanita’s New Year’s Eve party way before she had even met Rooster. He and the rest of the Dagger Squad were in The Hard Deck, and Maggie wanted to join them before twelve o’clock, so she could have a midnight kiss - something she was dreaming about for a long time. She knew it was a huge cliché, sharing a kiss when the clock struck twelve, yet she still wanted it. As a romance writer, she had written several scenes like that, but it had never happened to her before.
However, to achieve that, she would have to arrive at The Hard Deck before midnight. She planned it all: to leave before the traffic got too heavy and get to the Coronado bar on time, but there was a delay in the schedule. She had to start the workshop later than they had planned, and even if she skipped one of the ruedas, it would still have been too late. The only thing she could do was to text Rooster that she couldn’t make it and be very sorry for herself.
She watched the excited crowd counting down the seconds, forcing herself to smile, trying to ignore her sinking heart. When the clock finally struck midnight she saw the people hugging, kissing and clinking glasses.
“Happy New Year,” she turned to DJ Inlaw - a man in his mid-thirties, who was a regular DJ in La Cubanita, but surprisingly, a terrible dancer.
“Happy New Year,” he replied, smiling back at her. “I won’t kiss you,” he added.
“Of course,” Maggie nodded with a small laugh.
“But I can give you a hug,” the DJ continued, opening his arms.
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Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw didn’t plan to welcome the new year like this: sitting on a motorbike, next to a police car, waiting for the red light to turn green. He regretted listening to Maggie. For him it was clear that he wanted to spend New Year’s Eve with her, and when it turned out that she would be working that night, he offered to go to La Cubanita, but she talked him out of it, not wanting to separate him from his friends. Instead, she convinced him that she would be the one joining them in The Hard Deck as she also had friends partying there (most of them were his friends, too). However, seeing her message that she couldn’t make it, Rooster realized that it was a bad idea. Now he could forget the midnight kiss he wanted to share with her. It would have been so romantic taking her into his arms when the clock struck twelve. But it wouldn’t happen, at least not this year.
“What’s wrong?” Pete “Maverick” Mitchell asked when he heard him sigh.
“Maggie cannot come,” Rooster said. “There was a delay with the workshop and now she won’t be able to get here due to the traffic.”
Maverick nodded, while his thoughts were already racing in his mind. Glancing out of the window, he saw his motorbike parking next to the cars, and he had an idea.
“She can’t make it until midnight, but you might get there,” he said with a smile forming in the corner of his mouth.
“How?” The younger aviator burst out. “I can’t fly there!”
“You don’t have to. You can go by motorbike,” Maverick said.
“But I don’t know how to drive it.”
“I’ll take you, so you won’t miss your New Year’s kiss.”
“And what about your New Year's kiss?” the kid wondered, throwing a glance at Penny Benjamin behind the bar.
Maverick looked at her, too. He wanted to kiss her, but he found the kid getting his kiss more important than his own. Taking him to his girl was a fatherly thing to do, even if the kid in question was a thirty-something adult.
“I’ve had my fair share of those,” the aviator said. “Let’s go.”
However, despite the motorbike being faster and easier to navigate on the crowded roads, it still wasn’t enough. Maverick crossed a few red lights, but there were way too many cars and people out there to go full speed. He was still dangerous, but he didn’t want to risk the lives of the people partying on the streets. Hitting someone on New Year’s Eve would definitely give Admiral Cain a reason to fire him for good, and now Iceman wasn’t around to save his ass.
They weren’t too far from La Cubanita when the lights turned red again, and Maverick was about to speed up, just a little bit, when Rooster spotted the police car stopping at the same red light, but at the line next to them. Maverick had no other choice but to stop and wait. His gaze was jumping between the police car and the traffic lights, waiting for the green light when the clock struck twelve. He heard people cheering, car horns honking and fireworks crackling. They were too late.
“I’m sorry, Rooster,” he said, lowering his head.
The kid, however, strengthened his grip around the older aviator’s waist. At least he was there with him.
“Happy New Year, Mav,” he said.
Warmth spread out in Maverick’s chest hearing the kid’s words. He knew it wasn’t ideal: sitting on a motorbike with Rooster, at a red light, next to a police car. Yet he couldn’t help smiling.
“Happy New Year, son,” he said.
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“May I have this dance?”
Maggie was finishing a text to her father when she heard the question, and once she looked up, she almost dropped her phone.
“Bradley!” she exclaimed and a grin broke out on her face. “What are you doing here?” she asked.
“I came for the New Year’s kiss,” he said, enjoying that he managed to surprise her. “But I missed it due to a red light and a police car.”
“You drove here?” she wondered. If that was the case, he might have left The Hard Deck before she messaged him, she stated in mind.
“It wasn’t me. It was Maverick. We came by his motorbike,” Rooster told her, throwing a glance at the older aviator who was ordering himself a drink at the bar. “When I got your message, he offered me a ride.”
“I owe him one, then,” Maggie said.
“We couldn’t make it,” Rooster reminded her.
Maggie looked at her watch and smiled.
“In Alaska it’s still before midnight,” she told him. “If we celebrate the New Year according to the Alaskan Time, we can still have that kiss.”
A laugh escaped Rooster’s mouth and he felt warmth spreading out in his chest. This was why she liked her so much: for her ideas like this.
“Why haven’t I thought of that earlier?” he wondered.
“It only came to my mind just now as well,” Maggie admitted.
“It’s brilliant.”
“Thanks,” she said with a giggle. She even blushed, being happy that he liked this silly idea.
“Let’s hit the floor before the clock strikes again,” Rooster suggested, taking her hand.
“Wait,” Maggie said, then cupping his face with one hand, she gave him a long, passionate kiss.
“Hey, isn’t it too early for that?” Rooster asked, glancing at his watch. Not that he minded it - not at all! - but the Alaskan midnight was still pretty far away.
“Oh, no, this was just an ‘I’m so glad you’re here’ kiss,” she told him.
“In that case…” he said, pulling her closer to himself then he kissed her back fiercely, making her weak in the knees.
“Let me guess… you’re happy to see me, too,” she breathed when they broke apart. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were sparkling as he was still holding her in his arms.
“I am, but that’s actually some serpentine throws,” he told her, pulling the plastic-wrapped paper roll out of his jeans’ pocket. He had to admit, those kisses did make his stomach flutter, and he did want more, but they weren’t quite there yet.
Glancing at the serpentine, Maggie started laughing and she blushed even more.
“I meant the kiss!” she said, playfully smacking him on the chest. “I haven’t thought of that! At least not yet,” she added and they both laughed.
“Now let’s go,” he said, leaving the serpentine on a table then led her to the dance floor.
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“We have less than a minute left!” Maggie announced, picking up the champagne glasses from the bar. She thanked Ramón, the bartender, for his service, then handed out the glasses to Rooster and Maverick.
“Alaskan time zone?” the older aviator raised a brow. “That’s smart.”
“Ten seconds!” Rooster said, looking at his watch, and they counted down together until one.
At midnight they clinked their glasses, then putting down his, Rooster slipped an arm around Maggie’s waist. She glanced up at him and smiled before his lips touched hers. He kissed her with so much passion that she had to hold onto him in order to stay on her feet. She couldn’t tell for how long they were in a liplock - it could be one minute or ten, but when they stopped, Maggie found themselves surrounded by the Dagger Squad, all smiling at them.
“Alaskan time?” Phoenix asked. “Clever.”
“What are you doing here?” Rooster wondered.
“Maverick said this party needed a little help,” Hangman replied.
“Plus the baby guns took over the jukebox,” Payback told them.
“Because you lost against them,” Coyote pointed out.
“They have a horrible taste,” Fanboy said.
“Even worse than your fashion sense,” Hangman added, throwing a glance at Rooster’s Hawaiian shirt.
“We didn’t want to get into a fistfight, so we decided to join you instead,” Bob said.
A smile touched Maggie’s lips. In the end, she did get to celebrate New Year’s Eve with her friends.
“Hey, Ramón,” she turned to the bartender. “Is there any more champagne left?”
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riley-summers · 2 months ago
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I had a vision
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Possibly my three favorite blorbos in the Buffyverse...
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dylan-duke · 3 months ago
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i know we just brought the aunties in…but imagine when one of the aunties gets pregnant while Nora is still little and she can appropriately get upset / jealous?
So she clings to the opposite auntie because in her mind she’s the baby. She thinks no other babies allowed. Quinn even tried to explain that uncle x and auntie x are giving her a built in best friend and she isn’t taking the bait.
ok so im trying to think of a timeline here so I'm going to do that below
quinn + nora x layla luke x kylee jack x maggie
2021
March 21st, 2021 - Nora Wren Hughes is born
March 25th, 2021 - Luke finds Nora on Ellen and Jim's front porch sneaking in from a party
2023
February 2023 - Luke meets Tyler Dukes best friend, Kylee Miller He cannot stop think about her
June 2023 - Luke and Kylee reunite at the Duke lake house and begin a friendship/start talking
August 2023 - Kylee comes to the Hughes lake house and they make it official
2024
July 2024 - Kylee spends most of the month training with the Hughes family at their lake house the first time they spend an extended amount of time together around the hughes'
August 2024 - Nora starts pre-k!
2025
July 2025 - Layla and Quinn reunite at Quinn's day with the cup party. Layla realizes she's going to work for the team he captains
September 2025 - Jack spills his coffee all over Maggie when rushing to have a meeting with a new rookie, which Nico asked him to do
September 2025 - Quinn runs into Layla at media day, and realizes that she works for his team They begin to reconnect and become friends - Quinn insisting on showing her around
October 2025 - Jack and Maggie start dating
December 2025 - Jack and Maggie make it official official even it has been unofficially official for about 2 months
2026
January 2026 - Quinn asks Layla to be his girlfriend
May 2026 - Kylee Graduates from OSU!
June 2026 - Kylee gets drafted First Overall by PWHL New York
2027
Febraury 2027 - Quinn proposes over all star break
July 2027 - Luke proposes to Kylee on the boat just the two of them
2028
July 2028 - Layla and Quinn get married!!!
October 2028 - Layla officially adopts Nora
2029
June 15th, 2029 - Amelia Jordan Hughes is born!
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bi4bihankking · 9 months ago
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The Raven Cycle Summary:
teenage girl makes friend with horde of Strange Boys who are looking for the grave of dead welsh king Glendower in west virginia. i dont actually care very much about the gay people in this one i do think theyre kind of overrated but thats okay im glad other people are having fun and at all times im seconds away from correcting them on ronan characterization but i havent yet so. thumbs up.
The Song of Achilles Summary:
Retelling of the Illiad, focusing on the relationship between Achilles and Patroclus
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20y2 · 1 year ago
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MAURICE: Now let’s get back to the business at hand, shall we?
NORTHERN EXPOSURE
3.06 The Body In Question
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22ndnervousbreakdown · 7 months ago
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I'm really really sorry this is BAD
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northernexposuregifs · 5 months ago
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He was an English pilot and I thought I loved him, but I really just needed him. There was so much death, and when I was in bed with him, I wasn't thinking about death.
He was killed in a raid over Hamburg. And you know, if he hadn't died, I might have divorced Bill and married him.
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