#the goose is loose!

[muttmutttgoose]

HE'S HERE

@kageki-kokoro

[fibrefox]

[hairmetal666]

They start kissing on stage as a joke.

The night before the first time, they're at an afterparty, pounding shots, and Eddie is reading aloud a piece that just came out in Rolling Stone. "'One of the most noteworthy parts of Munson and Harrington's unlikely pairing is their chemistry on stage. It's like these two men--one on his way to being the latest metal god, the other an indie rock wunderkind--are two parts of one musical whole. Their singing, their playing, even their bodies twine and flow with assuredness; where one goes, the other follows without question. They share a single brain-cell and that cell is music'."

Steve giggles, pours some more Grey Goose into the glass. "If they say that now, could you imagine what would happen if we, like, kissed on stage or something."

"What the fuck, Harrington?" Eddie splutters, having just thrown a drink back.

"I don't know, other bands do it!"

Eddie snorts. "I'm cutting you off." He reaches for the bottle and the suggestion is forgotten for wrestling over the liquor.

Steve barely remembers it in the morning. Doesn't think about it at all as he gets ready to go out on stage.

They're playing one of the instrumental breakdowns when it happens. They're leaning into each other, Eddie smiling over his shoulder at him, their eyes locked, bodies moving together. "You wanna?" Eddie mouths at him.

Steve nods before the question actually registers and by then Eddie's warm, soft mouth is against his and he just-- completely forgets what he's doing. His hands still on the guitar strings, and he melts a little, going completely boneless when Eddie grips the back of his head, pulls him deeper into the kiss. t's over almost as quickly as it started, Eddie pulling away and swirling to the mic to start the next verse.

The kiss sinks into Steve's bones, and that's before it becomes a regular feature of their performances. After that night, they're never at the same time during the show, all initiated by Eddie, all over before he can catch his breath; each one chaste and surrounded by people but somehow more intimate than any make out.

He and Eddie, they're friends, bandmates, collaborators. They've known each other since they first started out, forging an immediate connection with they stumbled upon each other hiding out in the garden at some industry bigwig's party. And as much as he loved his friend, never once in that time had Steve considered wanting Eddie.

But now, now he falls asleep with the ghost of Eddie on his lips, goes into each show with a thrum of anticipation, catches himself thinking how beautiful his friend is when he's all rumpled and disheveled from a night in the tour bus bunks.

They've always been easy with physical affection, but once the kissing starts they're constantly in each other's space, idly playing with hair, laying across laps, heads on shoulders, twisting together on the tour bus couch. Steve is ruined with every touch, every moment; he can't get enough.

The first time Eddie uses tongue destroys every last piece of Steve's composure. They've added a new song to the setlist, a remixed version of Eddie's hit "Prince Charming". It's hard, heavy, sexy, one of Steve's favorites. And in the middle of it, right in the middle, Eddie shoves him against a low platform, kisses him like he's trying to own him, tongues twining eager and wet and full of sinful promise. It's like that every show after, Eddie kissing him deep and thorough, like he's trying to lick up every drop of Steve.

He is, unquestionably, fucked. Unquestionably falling. Can't properly fathom how he'd gotten himself here, desperate for Eddie's kiss, as performative as it may be.

They're packing up equipment after a show. Eddie's hair is piled in a messy bun and Steve is trying not to blatantly stare at the curve of his neck, the stray curls against his pale skin. Eddie's gesturing at something, says, "Can you grab those cords, swee--Steve?" He hands them over without thought, notices that Eddie's face is shining red. He's called away to deal with packing the guitars, forgets all about it, but at their next show, Eddie doesn't kiss him.

They don't talk about it.

Eddie doesn't try to kiss him again.

A week after Eddie stops the kiss, they have a night off between shows. He needs to get out of his head, goes out with Robin. He gets back fairly early, but all the lights are off in the bus. It makes him panic in a way it shouldn't; they've always done their own things. Still, he rushes on board, flips on the lights, his absurd heart beating too hard.

Eddie is curled up on the couch, face pressed to the pillows and covered with his hands. The panic kicks up a notch.

"Eddie?" He steps closer, slowly reaching out to grip Eddie's shoulder.

He jerks upright, earbuds slipping free, phone sliding down his hip. "Steve?"

His face is wet, tears actively slipping free from his eyes as Steve watches.

"What happened? Are you hurt?" His hands flutter around Eddie's arms and face, searching for bruises or wounds.

"I'm fine, Harrington," he chokes out. "Though you were out with Robin?"

"Yeah, I was, but Chrissy called. You know how useless she gets. But that doesn't--you--you're crying. What's wrong?"

Eddie's smile is a wobbly little thing, refusing to stick on his face. "Oh, you know, the usual. Fell for the wrong guy."

Steve forces down the gut churning hurt at hearing that Eddie's in love with someone, intent on comforting his friend. He tries to slip his arm around Eddie's shoulders, but Eddie shrugs him off. It jostles Eddie's phone again, slipping it toward Steve and activating the screen. He has a split second where he's looking at the cover of his own first album, before Eddie's snatching it out of reach, scrambling up from the couch.

"I'm fine." He swipes his sleeve over his face. "It's nothing."

And Steve is putting it all together, the being in love and listening to Steve's music, the kissing and how it ended.--

"Eddie." He sounds all wrong, choked and garbled.

Eddie doesn't turn around, is stuffing his feet into his boots. "I'm--I gotta go clear my head."

He walks towards the door and Steve just--"I've been obsessed with you since the first kiss," he says. Eddie stops, hand curled against the door. "We've been friends all this time and I didn't--I never realized. And then we kissed and--it's all I've been able to think about."

Eddie turns then, facing him, expression unreadable."Steve, what are you--"

"I love you. I'm in love with you." It comes out fast, all jumbled, but he can't stand Eddie leaving, not now.

"You--?" Eddie blinks, bites his lip. "That's not possible."

Steve smiles, can't help it. "It is, though. Turns out, I can't get enough."

Their eyes lock; neither speaks. Steve's heart pounds so hard it might spring free of his chest. Eddie moves first, crosses the small distance between them to pull Steve into his arms.

It's not a kiss, but Steve buries his face against Eddie's neck, breathing him in, feeling the echo to the pound of his own heart. "How long?" Steve asks.

Eddie's soft laugh vibrates through him. "Since I saw you walking in that garden and thought, 'jesus christ, Prince Charming is real'."

Steve pulls away to stare at Eddie in disbelief. "But that's--your--the song?"

"They're kinda all about you, Stevie. But that one most of all." Eddie whispers. His eyes glisten.

"Fuck, Eddie." He doesn't mean to whine, but he's not in control of his voice anymore. "I'm sorry I didn't--" He shakes his head. "I'm all yours, Ed. Whatever you want."

Eddie's thumb catches against Steve's bottom lips, eyes transfixed on his mouth. "Everything, sweetheart. I want it all."

[clanborn]

brightheart sparklecat! :]

[fixing-bad-posts]

can you make some blackout poetry about trans men? i’d love to see what you’d come up with :]

hello <3 usually, i have a personal rule not to go looking for bad posts™️ to fix (better for my mental health that way); but, just for you, i broke my rule. enjoy!

this year I promise to honor trans men

[onenicebugperday]

a few days ago my friend pointed out a bug on the ground so i crouched down to look at it and it was an acorn weevil!!!! i got so excited and i let it crawl on my hands for a little bit and i was just so fascinated and captivated by this little guy cause i don’t remember ever seeing a weevil in real life before and i love them so much!!! its little walk and its long snout and its round little body and its sweet round eyes were all just so delightful and i hope it lives a nice happy life just doing its thing cause it made me so happy to see it!

Nut weevils make me absolutely insane with joy so I understand your feelings! Let's admire one

Get a load of that snoot!

(Large chestnut weevil by edporopat)

[nobigneil]

...Why is Neil familiar with the meaning behind Russian prison tattoos?

[evilejfan]

Oops she did it again!

[cauldron-burn-and-fire-bubble]

trench and darling as ripper and mandrake (respectively) in dr. strangelove. because i can. reference under cut

[mintithecheetah]

GOOSE

Shirt here

[took-my-breath-away]

what relationship from tg/tgm is ur roman empire and why? talk as much as u want i will GLADLY read an essay

SORRY OP YOU ASKED FOR AN ESSAY AND AN ESSAY YOU WILL RECIEVE ....

contrary to what's popular, it’s not icemav... not even close. (please don’t crucify me for this, i promise this is a genuine take and not hate toward the ship!) ice and mav’s dynamic is interesting and we cannot deny the gay subtext—ice is crucial to mav’s character growth, especially in tg86. but in terms of central relationships that drive the heart of the story and mav's character arc? it’s goose and mav, and later, roo and mav, that define both films on a deeper, more emotional level.

bear with me...

mav and goose set the foundation for everything in tg. their bond is the emotional core of the first film—goose is mav's conscience, his anchor. he’s not just a best friend; he’s family. this relationship is central to understanding why goose's death is such a devastating turning point for mav. it’s not just about losing a wingman; it’s about losing a brother, someone who believed in him AND forgave him unconditionally. this loss haunts mav throughout the rest of the movie and even more so in tgm. goose’s death becomes the source of all of mav’s guilt, hesitation, and self-doubt.

fast forward to tgm, and we see how this guilt spills over into his relationship with rooster. mav is torn between wanting to protect goose's son and letting him chart his own path. this tension forms the backbone of tgm's story. roo embodies all of mav's unresolved feelings about goose—the guilt, the sense of responsibility, and ultimately, the need for redemption. it’s this father/son dynamic, not a romantic or rivalry-based connection, that truly drives mav’s emotional arc in both films. the burden he feels for goose’s death is unresolved until he finds some semblance of reconciliation with rooster. the act of trusting rooster and allowing him to 'fly on his own' represents mav’s emotional catharsis atp

the weight of this connection makes it, in my view, the pillar of both films. mav’s growth is tied to his relationships with goose. ice certainly plays a key role in mav's journey—his respect for ice grows over time, and their friendship is a touching subplot—but it’s not the emotional center of the narrative. the top gun series is ultimately about legacy, guilt, and redemption, and in my hUMBLE opinion, those themes are carried by goose and rooster above all. mav’s motivation, his guilt, his need for absolution—all stem from these two relationships.

it’s goose and roo that are at the heart of it all and ILL DIE ON THIS HILL

(if, OP, you actually meant romantic relationship, then I AM SORRYVJAHAHAH (but it's still not icemav...kekeke))

[keimiwolf]

Soo Alfreds code name is agent A.

The GIW goes by agent_(letter)

What if Danny heard one of the bat fam talking to Agent A and assumed they were in contact with the GIW, and we're now telling them where to find him.

Meanwhile the bats are all running around looking for the inquired child bleeding Lazarus water.

[insecateur]

how did i not repost this one here

[theloo0segoo0se]

the wild robot is a really good movie

it’s fairly violent, true, but it shows how one person can make a real difference and positively impact a community. it has diversity, love, mismatched families, it’s just really good!

the violence is all things that you would expect in real life (it’s animals, predators vs prey) (characters do die but it’s generally extras and it’s handled well if you watch the entirety- unlike a lot of the reviewers online who left without watching the full movie and then complained about it)

themes/tropes: found family, grumpy father/brother figure x sunshine, hope in dire circumstances, overcoming struggles through community (power of friendship)

(i guess it’s really the power of believing in yourself and others against all odds)

[overwatchfanskinarchive]

Sentai Illari and Ramattra by looses-gooses (tumblr)

like and reblog the original post linked above, not this post

[onenicebugperday]

i’m always curious about animal behavior, and I want to know more about invertebrates especially. this video made me curious about jumping spiders and the way their minds work. i know it could be anthropomorphizing, but i also don’t want to brush off jumping spiders and act like they couldn’t possibly have social bonds. i don’t know much about them, so i wanted to know what you think about what the woman said in the video.

Video here: https://www.instagram.com/reel/C2jE2ZWL51Y/

She's right that different jumping spiders have different personalities. Some are more skittish and defensive than others, and they're all certainly intelligent and "curious" in that they will actively explore their environment and assess anything they come across. That one seems like it's not stressed by being handled, likely because the owner has handled him a lot and he's used to it. But I think she's misinterpreting his unwillingness to leave her hand - it has nothing to do with him wanting to hang out with her. Spiders aren't like mammals - they don't get a boost of happy chemicals from touching, and there's no reason for them to form social bonds with us. They're not mindless automatons, but their behavior isn't easily equatable with human or mammal behavior, and I think interpreting it that way is doing them a disservice that could potentially be dangerous for the spider. I talked about that a bit more in this rant here. Handling invertebrates is for our benefit as keepers, and doesn't have many advantages for the animal itself.