#thank you mav =)

[the-ace-with-spades]

This is related to one of my fic ideas, but all you need to know is that Bradley and Jake have four kids that Mav didn't know about until he saw them all together first day in the Hard Deck because he and Bradley haven't been talking

When they come back from the mission, they don't talk talk for a while, there's so much happening in the med bay and then Jake, Bradley's husband Mav hadn't even known existed three weeks ago, is always with him.

Then Ice is in the hospital, still, and Bradley comes to visit but they don't really talk either. They don't ask about the kids, but Bradley himself volunteers that they wouldn't be able to visit the hospital anyway because children are not allowed on the wards.

Finally, Ice comes home and Bradley and Mav talk.

And then, the next afternoon, Bradley comes with their two youngest, a seventeen-month-old baby boy called PJ and two a half-year-old girl named Ronnie. And they each get to hold a baby.

It's something else.

The babies are cute enough that Mav can almost ignore they're half Hangman.

The real surprise, though, is the twins.

Tommy and Nicky (no, Mav is not jealous that all Bradley's father figures but him have a kid named after them, not a lot, anyway, he gets that Bradley was really angry with him) are almost six, identical to the smallest detail, clothes and hairstyles included, and somehow Bradley, Hangman and Jake's mom (who takes care of the kids when the boys work) still can tell them apart.

They are loud and bouncy and so energetic and yet, the minute Bradley walks them through his front door, both the girls both hide behind Hangman's — their other dad, his Bradley's husband, Mav still can't get over it — legs, so shy.

And Mav haven't been around kids in so long, he doesn't know what to do.

And it takes a minute but eventually one of them — he really can't tell them apart — asks, 'who is that?' and Bradley wriggles her onto his knee and pointing a bit at Mav, says, "This is your grandpa, baby. you think you can try saying hi?"

And Mav, no matter how hard he tries, can't blink away the tears.

Because it only settled just now — that this all means, Bradley forgiving him, talking to them again, inviting them to his house, introducing them to his family, to his kids; this all means Mav is a grandpa.

(Mav cries again, weeks later, when he finds out PJ stands for Peter Jacob — even though he still can't believe Jacob 'Hangman' Seresin is the other father of his grandchildren and his son-in-law.)

[shit-sorry-fuck-mybad]

Give me widower Mav who has come to terms with his husband’s death and now gets to make jokes and comments about it which makes people uncomfortable while he finds it hilarious pls

As someone who lost their father a long time ago I have reached that point where I can make jokes and comments and like to my close friends it’s funny but to someone I don’t know it’s… strange cause they don’t know how to react and it’s truly a small moment of absolute joy cause they make it weirder than it needs to be

Here is what I mean:

Fanboy: Hi Mav! I like your hoodie!

Mav: thanks, it belonged to my dead husband

Fanboy:

Mav: he’s not gonna use it so

…

Hangman, pointing at the ring on Mav’s dog tags: you’re married?

Mav: I was, but sadly he died on a terrible accident

Hangman: oh I’m sorry—

Mav: I’m kidding, he didn’t die on an accident

Hangman: oh thank god I thought I—

Mav: he died of cancer

…

Mav: my husband used to hate this movie

Phoenix: what made him change his mind?

Mav: oh he didn’t, he just died

…

Mav: I miss my husband

Coyote: why, where is he?

Mav: I want to say heaven but he was a weird man so honestly I don’t know

…

Cyclone: Maverick where is the paperwork I asked for

Mav: oh I’m sorry? I was mourning the death of my husband, in case you hadn’t noticed, the audacity, I cannot believe you would come for a widower like this—

[nicejobkid]

another commission i requested (my bank account says STOP but my heart says GO). thank you so much to @patbbangg (blurrwar) for the wonderful art! i wanted mav and hugs from some of his family and it’s beautiful and adorable 🥰🥰🥰

[boasamishipper]

Trick or treat!

happy halloween! you get this meme i made while @academicgangster and i were writing baby, baby, i'd get down on our knees for you:

send an ask with “trick or treat!” and receive a 3-sentence fic, drabble, headcanon, sneak peek at a wip, the last sentence they wrote, a new fic idea, random line from a fic, picture of their notebook, a deleted line they love, an idea for a sequel, something they’re researching, behind-the-scenes info on a published fic, or something else!

[cannibalhellhound]

I've got the Transmasc Mav zoomies and I cannot be stopped

Ice and Sli are looking (dis)respectfully from a distance

[indig0-constellations]

I like to think that after Ice died, Mav kept his shoes by the front door so that when he gets home after work and takes his shoes off it’s like Ice is still there in the house waiting for him to come home

[iceiceicecold]

haven’t seen a single topgun hockey au (shocking) so might just say fuck it and draw it myself

[abirddogmoment]

Mav was put to rest yesterday. His spine injury was affecting his quality of life and he deserved to go without suffering.

I have a lot of things to say about my beautiful dog. He was funny, he was easygoing, he was versatile, he was charming. But mostly, Mav was beloved. He was loved from his very first breath until his last, and he'll be loved for a long time still. He was loved by everyone he met and by people he'd never get the chance to meet, and he loved the entire world in return.

He was the coolest dog in the world. We could've had a hundred years together and it wouldn't have been enough. But we fit so much love into that little dog, he was full to bursting. And that's something at least.

[phoenixmetaphor]

ranger!Leon (and Bingo) from @thebrandywine‘s d&d au [constitution saving throw]

[anhonest-puck]

SOMEBOADY SEDATE MEEEEEEEE ☹️☹️

(aka., neil finding something else to be mentally ill about.)

[goodpointsandbadpoints]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Piers Nivans/Luis Serra Characters: Piers Nivans, Rebecca Chambers, Luis Serra Additional Tags: Hospitals, Heart Attacks, Pre-Relationship, Sickfic, Piers Nivans Lives, Luis Serra Lives, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, when you care a lot about someone Summary:

Piers has a picture of Luis in his mind. When everything is fine, when the blinds on the wide office windows are drawn after a long day, the white office lights compete with the desk lamp for space while the doctor is hunched at his desk.

He looks up from his desk to the doorway—eyes steady and lips tight, pen frozen in the middle of a word.

-

Piers is wrapping up his training camp when he gets an urgent call.

for @ficwip All-Ships Ship Week Day 2.

[compacflt]

the thought of icemav celebrating christmas together makes me a bit crazy. what do they give each other???

usually nothing . That’s kind of a big deal. in the 80s/90s they’d (reluctantly) celebrate Christmas with carole and bradley (who took that shit kinda seriously) so they wouldn’t really do anything by themselves. Maybe go out for a nice clandestine dinner just cause. After Carole dies and Bradley’s papers get pulled from the academy, ice’s low key newfound interest in celebrating christmas is one of his many many ways to try and normalize relations between him & maverick and try to improve their relationship in the conspicuous absence of the rest of their family. but yes he does make an effort—as does mav—to take advantage of holiday time to be with him as often as possible so, though their schedules don’t always line up, after 2006 they spend about 3/4 xmases together

Ice has very few hobbies besides a.) lovingly working on his cars & plane and b.) reading, so he is exceptionally easy to shop for (as most hobbyless men are): nice tie pins, cufflinks, those unnecessarily expensive hardcover books about weird random topics you find in airport bookstores, fountain pens, nautical /aeronautical themed paperweights, nice leather watchbands etc. highbrow rich guy stuff

Maverick has sooooo many stupid little hobbies that each last between 4-6 months so he is ridiculously hard to shop for— “i thought you were into woodworking so i got you some tools :)!” “uh no that was in April. im trying to learn how to make wallets now” :( so mostly if ice ever gets him anything it’s usually just an expensive dinner date in the city or cash in a blank card or a blank signed check for airplane parts for the next year. Buy whatever you want idc <3

any and all gifts are given with extremely little fanfare PLEASE don’t make it a big deal… hidden around the house with a little “merry xmas!” note attached, or shoved into each others suitcases pre-leaving-for-navy-reasons, or unceremoniously dropped into one’s lap while he’s watching tv, “here you go,” “oh, this is nice, thanks!” Et cetera. love language of gifts/acts of service, but, like, very quietly.

[silvercap]

HI CAN I GET "YOU CAN KISS ME, YOU KNOW" FOR NIVANNEDY PLEASE

YES. YEAH.

(Prompts)

The first thing becomes aware of is the warm, solid surface he's resting on, eyelids flickering as he drags himself back to consciousness by his fingernails. His spine aches something fierce, shoulders immediately tense as he groans with the agony shooting through what feels like every muscle in his body. There's something soft pushing at his chest, the burble of distorted words swimming in his ears, and it takes all of Leon's concentration to recognize it as a familiar voice.

"Leon? Leon, c'mon, please tell me you're not dead." It's panicked, taut with worry, and Leon frowns. That can't be right. He forces his eyes open to the sight of dim, flashlight-highlighted concrete, carefully lifting his throbbing head to see that he's lying atop one Captain Piers Nivans. The man's uncovered eye is wide, fearful, his metal hand propping Leon up while the flesh one brushes hair away from his forehead.

"Piers?" Leon slurs.

"Breathe, Leon, I've got you. Are you hurt?"

"I dunno." He really can't tell, confusion and the strange numbness buzzing under his skin making things difficult. He can't remember where they are... somewhere underground, maybe? He didn't think it had been quite this small, an exploratory elbow revealing that there's barely enough space for the two of them in... whatever this is.

"The explosion hit you pretty hard." Piers still sounds concerned, letting go of Leon's forehead to aim the flashlight at his shoulder towards Leon's face instead. Leon winces at the sting, but Piers just hums. "Your pupils are even, but you seem a little concussed, I think. We just have to sit tight here for a while, and then Chris will come dig us out, okay?"

"Mkay." Leon's eyes squeeze shut of their own accord, sudden discomfort leaving him untethered in the sudden darkness. "Piers?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't feel right."

Piers makes an almost wounded sound, patting the side of Leon's face. "Keep your eyes open, okay? I know it hurts, but you gotta stay with me, okay?"

The earnestness in his voice is all that gets Leon's eyes open again, those hazel eyes swimming up to greet him, wide and deep with emotion and intelligence. Leon's always thought that Piers is the most gorgeous man he's even seen, the sight of those thick, plush lips parted in concern putting butterflies in his stomach. Here, in the dimness, his tan skin is fair and unblemished, the cute little freckles scattered over his nose interspersed with a dusting of... well, dust. Leon's thoughts are getting a little hazy, the effort of holding himself upright slowly dissipating until it's only Piers' strength that keeps his head lifted at all. His hand is warm where the thumb strokes over Leon's cheekbone, cupping the rest of his skull, and this close, Leon can see every single one of his thick, luscious eyelashes. So pretty. Leon could just about kiss him. He's thought about it before. All he'd have to do, is say---

"I wanna kiss you," Leon slurs, a split second before his brain catches up and he stutters to a halt, heart fluttering in his chest. "I, uh, I mean---"

"What?"

"S'just that---I really care about you and you're so---so hot, and---"

Fuck, he's ruining everything, and the words won't stop slipping out in a rush. Piers hushes him gently, eyes wide.

"You can kiss me, you know," he murmurs, stroking over Leon's face. "I would like that. Maybe when we get out of here, we can go somewhere nice?"

"Can I kiss you now?" The words get jumbled, Leon's pretty sure, but judging by Piers' answering grin, he still understands.

"You just can't wait, huh?"

Leon shakes his head. Ouch, he really shouldn't have.

"Okay." Piers turns soft, and suddenly Leon finds their faces pressing together, lips meshing in a warm tangle of soft, chapped flesh and the tang of metal that Leon recognizes distantly as blood. Piers wasn't bleeding though, was he? He makes a needy little noise when Piers' tongue bumps against his bottom lip, dizzied by the sweetness of it all. His eyes have closed, and he could lose himself in this moment entirely, just Piers' touch to hold him to the earth.

"Leon?"

He doesn't realize their lips have parted until he finds his forehead resting against a thick uniform collar, strong arms trying and failing to lift him upright. Leon coughs, disoriented. He just---he was supposed to be kissing Piers, wasn't he? He still wants that. He can't move, though, and his body is just so heavy. Someone shakes his shoulder, but Leon just grumbles. He doesn't care what they want, unless they're Piers.

"Leon? Leon, you have to wake up, c'mon. Don't tell me you did that just to die on me, you idiot." The voice is warbling, sharp. Leon groans. "Leon? Leon! Fuck!"

Darkness falls, and Leon fades away before he can even make sense of the sound.

[wildpeachfarm]

some of your anons are so fucking miserable and need to go back to twitter. it's so obvious from the way they talk. get your shit off this website we don't want your fuckass constant condemnation callout culture here

until your brain isn't wired to think the worst of people all the time, stay away from moku's asks for the love of god

⬆️😭🙏

[calkale]

Didn't Tont Scott call Tom Cruise the hot girl of Top Gun. I think that means if you wanna draw a girl . . .

my boy who gets white girl wasted at least twice a month 🫶

[redfurrycat]

Mav, before he made a bet with Ice: CAPT

Mav, after he lost a bet with Ice: VADM

*

Mav: FUCK YOU, ICE.

Ice: 😘