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[kissingarthurclaus]

Everyone PLEASE look at this comm I got from @selins-drawings of my self insert and Sportacus!! 😭💖💘💖💘💖💘 its so pretty I could cry, and it's my first worrysport commission so it's even more special! Thank you so much again!

[oh-great-authoress]

Hey there. Was wondering if I could help jog your muse so how about this?

Can I have five facts about a Top Gun AU where Bradley is hurt on mission and Mav is of course the Dagger dad. You decide if he's actually there or on the radio. ;D

Thank you so much for this ask, @musewrangler!

I’m so sorry this took an eternity, but I only got the inspiration for this now!

*sighs in author*

Anyway, many authors better than me have tackled the idea of Bradley getting injured on the Uranium Mission, so I decided to tweak the prompt a little bit—I hope you like this!

It’s a big deal—this is the first mission of the newly formed VFA-223, the “Black Cloaks”, and it’s air cover for a high value hostage rescue in Eastern Europe; a simple task, ostensibly, for such skilled pilots: Bradley is mission lead, Jake is his wingman, with Omaha and Halo, Payback and Fanboy as their two Foxtrot teams.

Mav is there in the command center, practically ready to jump out of his skin, praying they all make it home, his heart sinking when, though the hostages are successfully rescued, the mission quickly turns bad for the Daggers; there’s much more firepower than the intelligence indicated, including a UN sanctioned missile system—however, Mav’s trained them well; they’re all able to evade its targeting system, barely using their flares and chaff, but when an RPG catches Bradley off guard, Mav practically knocks Cyclone over in his rush to get to the radio as they all hear Jake’s terrified “Roo!”.

Bradley just manages to dive to avoid most of the explosion, but the blast has damaged his right aileron, with shrapnel striking his cockpit, cutting into his leg, and shearing off most of the F-18’s right elevator; he’s about to bail out of his jet into enemy territory for the second time in two years when he feels a warm hand close around his own on the stick, the battered aircraft suddenly stabilizing. “Let me show you the way home, kiddo,” a warm voice echoes in his ear, the ghost of a mustache whispering against his cheek, and as he looks out the corner of his eye, he can see the mirage of an F-14 on his wing, with a silver and blue-helmeted pilot at the stick.

Gently reassuring everyone over comms that he had control over the aircraft, especially Mav, whose fatherly concern is thinly veiled by military protocol, he miraculously makes it home, to the shock of his whole squadron when they see the state of the aircraft, everyone hugging him, Mav the tightest of all, who then promptly drags him to medical, and if the whole squadron along with its commanding officer decides to camp out in a particular room, the corpsmen decide not to mention anything.

Over the squadron’s long and storied history, it becomes a legend reverently whispered by every aviator assigned there, that if you ever find yourself in a mission gone bad, more often than not, you’ll feel a warm hand around yours on the stick, as a mustache ghosts against your cheek, and catch the faint sight of an F-14 at your wing with a silver and blue-helmed pilot at the stick, and eventually, also an F-18E with a black, white, and red-helmed pilot at the stick, VFA-223’s own guardian angels, ready to show their aviators the way home.

[weirdbird74]

you are not immune to touch drumless edition string section

[pfungu]

🥺 Home

[cryscal]

Farewell Sweet Crabs 👋 🦀

When I remember my crab friends I'll think of:

a salty summer breeze

[oh-great-authoress]

It shows up like a cryptid and creates one symbiotic insomniatic creature

—or maybe it was in you all along

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

[oh-great-authoress]

Nadia Sings no. 6

Link to last song

After a hiatus, we are back, baby!

Today we have a Christmas classic: “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree” by Brenda Lee (music and lyrics by Johnny Marks)

As a child, this was one of my favorite Christmas songs to sing along to; I would especially put on our album of Christmas songs to sing this, among other songs, and in the spirit of the season, I thought it would be fitting to give you all this.

In the time I’ve been away, I’ve found a new recording studio—my closet, I’m not even kidding—and I am still using BandLab, which just keeps improving, in my opinion (still not an advertisement, though at this rate, I feel like I should get paid for it), and I have to say that I am very happy with how I produced this; the little radio/vinyl effect I put on my vocals really makes it feel retro, which I did on purpose to match the feel of Brenda Lee’s original recording.

Again, my usual disclaimer; this was recorded in my new recording studio (my closet), using my favorite recording app, BandLab (you guys know the drill 🤣), and, as usual, while I put a little vintage/retro effect on my vocal track, this is otherwise as unadulterated a track as the one I posted last time, just my voice, with no pitch correction, recorded into my iPhone.

(Headphones recommended for the full vintage experience)

Tagging the same people I tagged last time, as well as those who enjoyed the last offering:

@welsharcher

@themareverine

@batmantaking-hobbits2gallifrey

@justhereforfandomandfriends

@musewrangler

@oh-nostalgiia

@sakar-rad

@radical-sky

@randomfoggytiger

@agentfaust

@two-microscopes

@canmking

@asentienthaze

@gays4galadriel

@redcoatchemist

@thehappybaker

@peanutbutterandsadness50

@mymusicbias

If you would like to be taken off the taglist, just send me a message, no hard feelings, and if you’d like to be added to the taglist, just interact with/reblog this post, or send me an ask!

[weirdbird74]

she Leach on me slow til i Win

[oh-great-authoress]

Nadia Sings no. 7

Link to last song

Yes, believe your eyes—it’s a Nadia Sings double feature!

This is one of my favorite jazz standards to sing, and it’s not one that I think most people will know: “You’ll Never Know” (Music by Harry Warren, lyrics by Mack Gordon)

The song was introduced in the 1943 movie “Hello, Frisco, Hello”, where it was sung by Alice Faye, eventually going on to win the 1943 Academy Award for Best Original Song.

In the 21st century, the song was featured in the 2017 film “The Shape of Water”, sung there by the legendary American opera singer, Renee Fleming.

When I first heard this song, between the lovely lyrics and beautiful melody, I immediately fell in love, and I could not believe it when I saw that it was sung by Renee Fleming, who was one of my inspirations growing up.

So I learned it as soon as I could… and have never performed it since—until now, and I think this is the proudest I’ve been of a recording.

I’ll let it speak for itself.

Again, my usual disclaimer; this was recorded in my new recording studio (my closet), using my favorite recording app, BandLab (again, you guys know the drill 🤣), and, as usual, while I put a little reverb effect on my vocal track, this is otherwise as unadulterated a track as the one I posted last time, just my voice, with no pitch correction, recorded into my iPhone.

(Headphones recommended to hear the reverb)

Tagging the same people I tagged last time, as well as those who enjoyed the last-last offering:

@welsharcher

@themareverine

@batmantaking-hobbits2gallifrey

@justhereforfandomandfriends

@musewrangler

@oh-nostalgiia

@sakar-rad

@radical-sky

@randomfoggytiger

@agentfaust

@two-microscopes

@canmking

@asentienthaze

@gays4galadriel

@redcoatchemist

@thehappybaker

@peanutbutterandsadness50

@mymusicbias

If you would like to be taken off the taglist, just send me a message, no hard feelings, and if you’d like to be added to the taglist, just interact with/reblog this post, or send me an ask!

[oh-great-authoress]

Don’t have to worry about said gauntlet of a thousand razors if you don’t sleep

it really is insane how waking up early will grant you access to some of the most beautiful sights and sensations in the world that will make you want to live forever, but only if you overcome the gauntlet of a thousand razors that is getting out of bed early. truly one of life's little saw traps.

[oh-great-authoress]

When you realize that NO ONE in House of the Dragon is a perfectly good person…

It does make you feel a bit better about your faves.

[oh-great-authoress]

​The former mentality feeds into the relentless and vicious cycle of having to constantly put out new things to be “relevant”.

Sometimes you want to listen to the music you listened to as a child, the music you listened to when you were in school—even your parents’ music (because that s*** hits), and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.

'you still listen to music from 10 years ago 🤨?' bitch if prehistoric humans had audio recording technology id be sat up here listening to grog and unga bunga's greatest hits don't play with me

[oh-great-authoress]

Saint Frances Cabrini, Saint Katharine Drexel, and every female virgin and religious saint would also like to have a word.

[oh-great-authoress]

Chicken noodle soup is magical.

mmm soob

[oh-great-authoress]

I can see each iteration of Bruce Wayne doing this.

bruce wayne maintains a presence on all conspiracy theory boards with the screen name BruceWayneIsTheBatman and all his posts have titles like “BRUCE WAINE IS BAT-MAN INDISPUTABLE PROOF” and it’s just a picture of Bruce Wayne from the back next to a picture of Batman from behind and they both have the contours of their butt drawn on in a shitty MSPaint red line (note: Bruce is in a suit and Batman has a cape, neither of their butts are clearly discernible) and the quote “THE BUTTS MATCH!!! THE FACTS DON’T LIE!!!!!” and he makes at least three of these posts a day, and “Bruce Wayne is the Batman” becomes a meme a la “Ted Cruz is the Zodiac Killer” and he gets asked about it on a talk show and he laughs uproariously at the idea and Stephen Colbert just HAPPENS to have a batman mask under the desk and they do a bit together where Bruce Wayne puts on the mask and walks around saying things like “excuse me, bank robbers, can I perhaps offer you some money to stop you robbing this bank?” and “I say, cease and desist your criminal behavior or I’ll have my butler ask you to leave” and the audience is LOSING THEIR MINDS laughing at the idea of this pampered rich guy taking on the Joker on a bi-weekly basis and then anyone who suggests “Bruce Wayne is Batman” in earnest gets met with mocking “oh man do the butts match” comments

[oh-great-authoress]

And he would have been let in.

Bugs Bunny could have simply walked into Mordor. He would have shown up at the gates of Mordor in a disguise and been like "Evil volcano inspection unit" and flashed a fake ID badge to the confused orc.