#top gun tuesday

[peachesandcreames]

How it Started vs. How it's Going 💞💕

[callsign-jinx]

Can I join in on Top Gun Tuesday? I need something to brighten my Tuesday nights 😂😂

Everybody is welcomed to join Top Gun Tuesday! Grab a blanket and play the movie ❤️

[torchflies]

Hi TG Fandom!

So this AU came to me in a dream and I woke up with actual tears so — here we go. 

In the deepest chunks of my cold, dead heart, I believe that even if Ice married Sarah, he still always loved Mav. There were just so many reasons why they couldn't work out long-term: Ice wanted to advance, Mav didn't want to hold him back, the danger of being a gay couple in the ‘80s and ‘90s — let alone in the Navy. 

It just couldn't work out for them. They were trying to protect each other and that meant sacrifices on both ends.

But it doesn't mean they ever stopped loving each other, Ice’s love was shown in saving Mav’s ass time after time, and Mav’s was in being there — always, no matter what Ice needed. 

Mav was there when all three of Ice’s kids were born, his two daughters and his youngest: Tom Kazansky Jr. 

Junior, who only looks more like his namesake with every year that passes. 

Eventually Mav gets shipped to China Lake so he doesn't have to get a front-row seat to Ice dying right in front of them (Ice’s decision of course).

The Mission rolls around, and lo and behold: a Tom Kazansky will always appear to Mav in his time of need. 

But instead of a text — it’s in the form of Junior, a vision of 27-year-old Tom Kazansky, complete with moles and his big ass teeth. 

“Apparently, we’ve got a mission, Maverick.”

Imagine the complete agony of a world where Mav never gets to have the life he deserves with the man he loves, and not only that, but he's surrounded by the living specters of the two men he loved most and lost. 

A world in which he gets to keep a piece of Goose and Ice, but only as a reminder that the Bradshaw and Kazansky on his wings will never be the ones he wants.

Or the flip side, where Mav is the only piece of their fathers that both boys have left and there gets to be a Kazansky-Bradshaw-Mitchell trio in the sky again.

Just me? Okay 😭

(Ice sent Junior out as a Dagger with a promise to: Be His Wingman. Both of them knowing he wasn't going to be there when Junior got back.)

[horseshoegirl]

Dragon Age: Grey Warden!Jake Seresin

Since when do I do Moodboards and blurbs? 😂

Dragon Age Veilguard came out a little while ago. I'm a little heartbroken (see tags) and needed a distraction. This is what came out of it, and I wanted to share it. Dragon Age is my comfort and home; I think it needed this. I might share more of the ones that I've created...

The distant roar of the archdemon ripped through the battlefield, a chilling sound that pressed against your chest like a weight you couldn’t bear. The dragon had already killed more than Grey Wardens; if nobody stopped it now, it would devastate the rest of Thedas.

Jake stood in front of you, his blade slick with blood and his eyes burning with determination. The truth of the moment hung between you—one of you had to die, and you both knew it.

“You know it has to be me,” Jake said, his voice steady despite the cracks forming in his resolve. His gaze locked on yours, softer than it had any right to be in a moment like this. “This is what we signed up for. In war, victory. In peace, vigilance. In death…” His voice faltered for the first time, and his hand gripped yours tightly. “In death, sacrifice.”

You shook your head, the tears burning at the edges of your eyes. “Don’t you dare use our motto against me, Jake. That doesn’t mean you get to decide this.” You stepped closer, the desperation in your voice cutting through the chaos of the battlefield. Through clinging swords and knives and blasts of magic. “We fight together. We’ve always fought together.”

His lips quirked in a bitter smile, even as his eyes glistened with something too raw to name. “We do, sweetheart. But if I can make sure you live through this, then it’s worth it. I’d give everything for you, and this…” He gestured toward the archdemon, its roar shaking the very ground beneath you. “This is my everything. My last stand.”

You grabbed his arm, refusing to let go, your grip as fierce as the fire in your chest. “Don’t you get it? You’re my everything. If you do this, you leave me behind. You leave us behind!”

His breath hitched, and for a moment, the battlefield around you seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of you and the impossible choice between love and duty. “In death, sacrifice,” he repeated, quieter now, almost to himself. He brought your hand to his lips, brushing a kiss there as his voice trembled. “I can’t let you go in my place. You’re the reason I kept fighting. The reason I’ll keep fighting—until the very end.”

“Jake—” you started, but his free hand cupped your cheek, his calloused fingers warm against your skin. His forehead rested against yours, a fleeting moment of tenderness stolen from the storm raging around you.

“I love you,” he murmured, his voice breaking as he pulled back, his hand slipping from yours. “And because I love you, I have to do this.”

Before you could stop him, he turned, charging toward the archdemon with a final glance back, his eyes filled with fierce devotion and the heartbreaking certainty of his choice. As his figure disappeared into the chaos, the words lingered like a wound in your heart, tying you to him forever: “In war, Victory."

Except there was no peace. Just....

"In death, sacrifice.”

[topgun1986wasthebest]

I wish I could see him Play Uncle Jesse On Full House

[fangirling-tussisque-noncaelatur]

Cyclone: It’s been such a long week. It feels like forever.

Maverick: It’s only Tuesday, sir.

Cyclone: …

Maverick: …

Cyclone: Why is it still Tuesday?

[babygirllinds]

Can we please see a sneak peek of the babysitter? I’m a sucker for this particular trope 🙈

Hello lovely 🥰 I’m also a sucker for this trope and I’d love to provide! Thank you for this request! I really want to work at getting this one out soon since I love it sm! No smut yet, but I still hope you enjoy this little snippet 💗

warning: age gap/power dynamics. If that isn’t your jam, just skip on over this post :)

“You’re really good with them, ya’know?”

Pete’s mouth drops open slightly, “Thank you, Sir?”

“No, really. I know Sarah rants about you being a lifesaver, but I didn’t realize how much they had taken to you,” the man shakes his head and a slight smirk graces his plump lips. “I must admit I was slightly jealous when I walked in and my kids stayed glued to your side. You’re a real natural at this and what? You're only 21?”

“22, actually, Sir,” Pete corrects. “I, um– I just have a way with kids, I guess? I was always stuck taking care of my younger cousins and it just became second nature. Two of my friends got married pretty young and they have a kid between Hanna and Leon’s age. His name is Bradley. I’m the godfather and I spend a lot of my free time with him.”

Pete doesn’t realize he’s rambling again until Mr. Kazansky is smiling that same smile as earlier again.

“I remember your old man calling you a baby whisperer when he gave me your number. I thought he was full of shit, but the more I see you with them, the more I have to believe him,” Pete’s own smile makes itself known and Mr. Kazansky’s smile tilts into a quirk of lips. “Don’t let it inflate your ego too much, kid.”

“Never, Sir. My ego is already big as is.”

They’re both laughing as he fishes two $100 bills out of his wallet. It’s more than expected for the short day of work and Pete thinks the man is in a generous mood today. He moves to stand in front of Pete and Pete is helpless to accept the crisp bills being pressed into his palm. Then Tom is winking at him.

“I think you deserve this for being so good with them today. And please, Pete?”

“Yes, Sir?”

Now that Mr. Kazansky is closer, Pete watches as his jaw jumps slightly and his eyes go a bit dark. It sends something dangerous shooting through his spine as he watches the older man.

“You can drop the honorifics already. I know Sarah has asked that you call her by her name and now I’m asking you to do the same. Tom is fine.”

“Yes, Sir,” Pete replies on autopilot, barely registering the words. “Shit, oh God, sorry. I mean Tom, Sir.”

His words are coming out fast and nervous sounding, but Mr. Kazan– Tom is just laughing and Pete is hit by the minty smell of chewing gum and an underlying scent of cigarette smoke. It’s all so intoxicating as Tom stands too close, practically sharing Pete’s space.

[officialjimmybuffett]

how to email professor about them being disrespectful of ur time and to please post assignments not 24 hrs before they’re due

[allylikethecat]

Talk Shop Tuesday: how many fandoms are you a part of? Are those different than what you create for? Which one is your favorite and why?

Yay!! Happy Talk Show Tuesday! Thank you for the question! 🥰 I consider myself to in too many fandoms to keep track of, in terms of fanfic that I read. However, at this point in time I'm only actively writing and posting fanfic for The 1975, in the past I've also written Hockey RPF and Top Gun Fic. At the moment I'm having a lot of fun writing The 1975 fic, but Hockey RPF will always be my first love. I also will always have a soft stop for Top Gun / Hangster fic - that is where I have had the most success and it really helped to build my confidence as a writer! Thank you so much for sending in this ask!! I hope I answered the question in the way that you were looking for! I also hope you had a fabulous Tuesday and that you have a wonderful rest of your week!

❤️Ally

[writersdrug]

Bartender Simon and reader compilation of them having physical contact throughout the day? Like brushing fingers when handing off drinks, or him putting a hand on her hip in the walk as he says,” behind,” to stop her from freaking out as he grabs something overhead, etc .thank youuuuuuuuuu

You guys are making me jealous of reader I swear-

You're the one who starts this game, even if it's unintentional. You ask him for a pen one day, yours is empty and you've got a six top in the corner that's ready to order. He gives you one from the bar, and you tap his forearm twice. "Thanks, Simon!" You say, skipping of to your table.

Simon Simon Simon... he stares after you, replaying your voice and your touch in his mind. It's so nonchalant for you, but it's got him derailed from whatever he was doing. Oh, right. Bartending.

But he makes a point to make you understand what you're doing to him. You're punching in a payment at the POS when you suddenly feel a hand on your upper back, and you freeze.

"Behind ya." He mumbles, reaching over you and into the cabinet to grab a to-go box. "Sorry, stealin' your boxes. I'm out."

You feel his fingers slide across your back until they retreat, and it takes everything within you to suppress a shiver. You look back at him once he leaves, feeling your face heat up and your lips quiver. Behind the bar, there's a fresh stack of to-go boxes.

Sneaky bastard.

You get him back, though. On a busy night, you jog behind the bar, nearly colliding with Simon. He stills and raises his hands. "Careful, Christ-"

You worm your way past him, ever-so-slightly pressing against his front, giving him the perfect angle of your tits. He can't breathe as you wiggle through - the fabric of his shirt and yours do little to quell the blazing heat he feels from you.

"That soda gun's broken!" You call out, filling the two glasses in your hand with the gun at the opposite end of the bar. You then trot back over and squeeze by him again - this time, your ass barely graces his cock, and he swears it nearly leaps to life just to feel the brush of your backside. "Thanks!" You call over your shoulder, disappearing into the restaraunt.

Simon takes a deep breath and rolls his shoulders, staring at the bartop and trying not to go feral. (You're making it very hard for him). He picks up the soda gun and pushes all of the buttons - they all work fucking fine.

Come the following week, Simon decides to be bold. You sit at the bar on a slow Tuesday evening, watching the game on the telly, occasionally reaching over the bar to snag a fry (they're Simon's, but he hasn't touched them in a while - they would get cold). Your two tables are talking amongst themselves, waiting for their food. You would glance back into the kitchen window and check the warmer for their orders, but so far, Soap's still working on them. So you relax, having nothing better to do.

You're hoisted out of the barstool when two, large, meaty hands grab you by the waist. You shriek, dropping your fry, grabbing onto Simon's forearms as he lifts you up and deposits you onto your feet.

"Stop eatin' my chips, stop slackin', n' go roll silverware." He grumbles - he gives you two, sharp pats on the small of your back, the tips of his fingers on the curve of your ass.

You can't find it in yourself to turn around and gripe with him. You can't even look at him. You scurry off and run upstairs in search of fresh napkins, face red as a tomato and your stomach fluttering nicely. This is normal, right? This is what waitressing lis like - flirtatious behavior everywhere, both giving and receiving. It doesn't mean anything. Right?

Simon chuckles. He'll take that as a win.

[peachesandcreames]

Decisions, Decisions 🥵🔥

[outalongtheedges]

The way callsigns are actually given

Viper renaming Flex(Chipper) and Sundown after being late

[cameracourt]

Top Ten Tuesday: Best Films & Shows I watched in 2022

Top Ten Tuesday: Best Films & Shows I watched in 2022

It’s another Top Ten Tuesday, hosted by That Artsy Reader Girl! Today’s official topic is Favorite Books of 2022. I’ve already posted about my favorites I read in 2022, so I’m doing a different spin on this week’s official one in sharing my favorite movies and shows I watched in 2022. Best Films & Shows I watched in 2022 Top Gun: Maverick (2022) The ultimate sequel 36 years later, it’s no…

[totallynotashieldagent]

falling for jason todd happens slowly and then all at once

it starts with lazy pre-patrol Friday evenings. he knows you don't have work in the morning so he stays for a snack before heading out.

it turns into "hey wanna watch a movie?" which turns into "I'm ordering food for us" and then you're lying on the couch at other ends but your feet are in his lap as top gun plays on the TV and he doesn't even realize he's doing it but he's rubbing the tension out of your heels.

it turns into "oh my office has a workshop for first aid happening" and you take it because you figure you should know how to patch him up after the bad nights

that turns into him showing up on a Tuesday night, which NEVER happens but he's on edge and he's anxious and he doesn't know what else to do and he just needs a hug and you do it.

you hold him until he stops shaking and he falls asleep on you like a weighted blanket.

maybe in hindsight, that is where it all started. waking up in a mess of limbs and untangling yourself, pushing him off until he falls on the ground and you laugh before leaving to get ready for work and... he doesn't leave. he's there when you come back in the evening because he just- he doesn't have an answer except, he didn't want to go.

you shrug and say you don't mind and you continue with your evening errands and chores and he orders food and during it all you realize how... domestic this all is.

it's a wednesday evening and he knows gotham is waiting for him but tonight...just tonight, he wasn't something calm, something normal.

the air is thick but neither of you address it. and he leaves eventually with unsaid words and confusion hanging in his mind.

the routine of friday night hangouts continue but every touch is more.. electric and neither of you say anything because you really do think that it's just in YOUR mind and the other doesn't feel that way at all.

it goes on for weeks and weeks until the tension gets so bad that you're snapping at each other for even breathing too loud but still you're in the same space because you can't handle the thought of being a part

it goes on for an embarrassing long time because even though the love is requited, you're both just fucking idiots

it goes on until a bad patrol night and he shows up with a bunch of knives sticking out of his back and instead of going to a safehouse or alfred, he's here. with you. and your hands are shaking because this surgery level shit and you took a BASIC aid workshop. you're crying silently as you do your best to fix him even with the Lazarus healing kicking in and you keep whispering to yourself "not yet not yet not like this not like this not before I can say-"

and everything just ...freezes

"Before what?" He rasps, his breath laboured and hard

"It's nothing-" You whisper and continue to bandage him

so he twists his back and looks at you, asking again.

"Before what?" His eyes are glowing green as his wounds are slowly starting to heal under your fingertips. "Please-" He strains. "Before what?"

"Before I can be brave enough-" You swallow, your shaking hands pressed against the bandage of his back

"Brave enough for...?" He whispers, his eyes darting across your face, memorizing every feature. Your eyes, your Cupid's bow, your parted lips-

"For this-" You finally take a leap and press your lips to his.

Drabble Master List.

[unreleasedwrites]

OMG i hope this'll be the first smut req ever on your blog 😂 can i have a smut of Gun w/ his s/o on wedding night 🩷 just no degradation please bc i'm against it 🥲 thank you so much 💖

- 🧸 anon

Newlyweds

character(s) included: Park Jonggun x fem!reader

cw: implied SMUT, sexual content, has plot, Gun is not mean (imo), praise, baby fever, swearing, completely consensual, couple + kinky nicknames 😭, breeding kink (?), teasing, my first time writing smut so have mercy on me 🤕, also i don’t think there is degradation here, I tried writing this in an endearing way where gun is not a meanie !!

❤︎︎ — written on Tuesday Night, June 4 2024 - until published

❤︎︎ — published on Wednesday Afternoon, June 5 2024 (arnd 3 pm)

༄ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 ༄ contains sexual content and implied smut !!

“Smile!!” Your cousin said with glee while she was taking photos of you holding her adorable baby, who was born just around two months ago.

The baby was giggling nonstop as you were playing with her in order to get her to smile. You held her with your arms while posing for the camera. It was such a cute moment, all you could think about was how dedicated your cousin was to attend your wedding despite having literal twin boys just recently.

The other twin was asleep in the care of his father. While you, along with your cousin, continued to take pictures of you with one of the twins. You were in an elegant wedding dress while the baby was nicely dressed in yellow.

People watched you with the adorable baby, some even suspecting that he was yours and Guns’. Others went into absolute awe whenever the baby would match your energy.

One of those people was your newly wedded husband, Gun.

He was chatting with some of his trusted friends whom he chose to invite, when he heard the commotion and looked over to the front portion of the venue, which was overly traditional, only to see you holding a baby. You looked so genuine and happy over a little thing, that it sort of confused him. You two have already talked about kids and he didn’t seem to care that much, but he’s held Yenna before so he knows how adorable they are.

But seeing you up there being so happy, and seemingly caring so much for a little infant— that made him feel an entirely new way about having a family.

It didn’t help that his close friends were pushing him into the idea, suggesting that the baby could be yours and Guns’ instead in the near future and that you would be doing the same thing. Saying you’d be such a good mother, with them knowing how you are around children since Gun has introduced you some time ago.

Given how traditional Gun and his family can be, they have been bothering him constantly about a baby while Gun just brushes it off. He’s too busy to have a baby after all, right?

Well, that’s what he usually thinks, but its almost like he changed in an instant when he saw you. From the moment he first saw you, up until now— he’s always thought that you’d look so good full of him, full from carrying his child.

“Nnnggh— Gu-Gunn..!!—” You whined helplessly as Gun continued thrusting into you, even after 2 continuous rounds. His stamina truly unmeasurable.

“Shhh.. m’gonna stuff you full with my cum, you’re gonna look even more irresistible,” Gun whispered in your ear without breaking his rhythmic thrusts into your little pussy.

Gun has been taking his sweet time on you, literally. He has been on top of you for what feels like hours now. Your usually tired after only one round, but tonight… who knows how much rounds you’re in for. He’s been acting all lovey dovey after he saw you with that baby, telling you sweet nothings and what not.

“I can’t— m’ too full alread—yy!!” You practically screamed from pure pleasure when Gun started dragging his cock in and out, teasing you of your closely awaited orgasm.

“Awh, my wife shouldn’t have to worry about that— After all, you’re doing soooo good f’me, taking me in so damn well.” He groaned in between words as he felt the teasing pleasure from dragging his cock in and out of your hole too.

You were an absolute mess at this point, Gun was teasing you of your third orgasm while whispering sweet nothings into your ear, knowing you love when he does that. With every phrase he’d whisper, he could feel you getting even wetter, if that was even possible.

“You’re gonna look so beautiful carrying our baby,” he’d whisper as he slowly pushes his cock deeper into you, slowing down his thrusts a whole lot just to get a reaction out of you.

He’s just in love with the way you whine and moan for him, the way you squirm under him only makes him even more determined to fill you.

He thinks you look so pretty like this, when you’re a moaning mess, with tears forming in your eyes from how good his cock feels inside of you.

His thrusts slow down but get even deeper than they already were, which you never would have imagined that could happen. He’s hitting spots you didn’t even know was there to be pleasured.

“Nnnnnghhh— d-daddyy… feels so.. good,” you managed to utter out, throwing your head back involuntarily. Fuck. That immediately brought Gun to a halt. His cock twitched uncontrollably and he finished right there and then, deep inside of you.

“Wh..What was that, that you just called me..?” He groaned while breathing heavily.

“Mmm.. you mean, daddy?” You replied, trying to regain some sort of composure and energy. His cock twitched at the name. You could tell he was only getting harder and even more amused with how this was going.

He only laughed in response and began to thrust in and out of you again, much faster than he was when you two first got in bed.

“NNnnn—! W-waitt!! Needa break—, ple..ase!” Your words only got him harder as he hit all sorts of spots which got you even wetter.

“No can do, seems like you’ve been teasing me on purpose since we woke up this morning,” He said as he leaned in to kiss you.

Your moans were muffled out by the kiss, and his thrusts began to get sloppier, “b-but m’legs hurt so bad..” You complained because you were practically folded with your legs having hung in the air ever since you two started. But unfortunately for you, Gun loves doggy style and missionary, and you do too— just not that much when you’ve been in the same position for so incredibly long…

“How’s my pretty wife doing?” Gun suddenly brings up amidst all the moaning and groans that filled your guys’ hotel room. He always wants to check in on his pretty girl after all.

“I don’t feel as tired anymore.. which is weird since we didn’t take a break or anything like that, but it feels nice....” You reassured him, knowing that he is trying his best to hold back on you, and not go overboard.

Especially since this is your guys’ one and only wedding night. He knows you’re already exhausted from walking around and chatting with all sorts of people and dolling yourself up because you want to look your very best for your guys’ special day. So of course, he wants you to be able to relax but still enjoy the special night. After all, this isn’t just another fuck session you guys are having, it’s different.

“haghhhh—, feels so good, Jonggun..” You said, much more relaxed with the pace of his thrusts.

Gun smiled at your little reaction, not in a mocking way but in the way that he finds you awfully adorable.

“My wife likes it much, much more when we’ve got no protection on, does she now?” He replied as he stroked your cheek with the dried off tears from earlier.

“Mhm,” you nodded as you stroked his messy hair.

You could feel his pace grow quicker and his breath hitched. It was evident that he was close and you were too.

“Gun, m’cumming—!” You suddenly shrieked when his pace kept increasing and he got impossibly closer to you, placing his lips on yours as you both finished.

You felt so immensely tired yet happy. He broke the kiss and brushed his finger over your wet lips while maintaining eye contact with you.

He had what looked to be an involuntary yet very genuine smile, which he kept on before lifting you up princess style towards the bathroom— Where he gently placed you in the bathtub and turned the faucet on. He got into the bathtub with you and pulled you closer so that your back would be leaning on his chest. His grasp on you is surprisingly gentle, relaxing even.

You both were in pure bliss.

notes: help idk 😭 I really hope this isn’t too bad, especially for the anon who requested it 🤕 I tried but yeah i’ve never written smut until now so sjeiehjsksiwjwkkss but I do like to read so I try to get some like tips from those iykwim

anyway i hope it doesn’t seem like degrading since i tried my best to write it in a nicer way but yk ig it also depends on how you read and see it on your own so yeah and yes i have a different layout and style for smut fics 😁😁

ngl i think this might be the quickest i’ve done a request… if not then its definitely the second 😭

- With or without proper credits, please don't try to steal or claim any of my works as your own

I genuinely appreciate opinions, feedback, likes, and reblogs

Once again, I hope this isn't too bad for my first smut fic 😭, and I'II be doing more characters in lookism so feel free to request!!

[a-slimyboi]

IT IS, ONCE AGAIN, MIC MONDAY.

It's been a while since I've rocked one of these out, so I'll elaborate on how this goes for those tuning in for the first time.

Today is a day in which we, as a community, come together and show a little extra appreciation for our favorite beautiful disaster, Sir Present Mic himself.

What's the best way to do this? Easy. Reblog and attach your favorite image of him—be it a manga panel, an anime screenshot, or even a good ol' meme. Bonus points if you tell me why you love it, be it in the tags, as a reply, or right in the text box!!

As usual, I'll start us off, but I'm counting on everyone else to really crank up the tunes.