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A Time-Travel idea I can't get out of my head

Before he can think more on it, before he can open his mouth to ask Carol what she would do if she woke up four decades younger-- a tiny voice calls out, clear and eager.

“Unc’a Mav!”

Pete’s heart stops in his chest, his breath catching painfully in his throat. A small form appears at the end of the hallway, sleepy and stumbling, but instantly recognizable. A toddler in his pajamas, with sleepy eyes that snap wide awake when they land on Pete.

Bradley.

Without thinking, Pete’s legs give out beneath him. He falls to his knees in an instant, his hands reaching out, and without hesitation, Bradley throws himself at him. The weight of the little boy in his arms is like a spark to his soul. The way Bradley clings to him, his small arms wrapping around Pete’s neck, is so familiar it nearly knocks the breath out of him.

“Oh, Baby Goose,” Pete chokes out, his voice raw with emotion he hasn’t felt in a long time. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Bradley’s small body wiggles in his embrace, giggling.

Pete holds him so tightly, afraid that if he lets go, this moment will slip away, that this little boy—the one who’s still innocent, still whole—will disappear.

This is a Bradley who he didn’t lose. A Bradley who hadn’t stopped talking to him at 18, who hadn’t shut him out as he grew older. A Bradley who didn’t grow up without him.

Pete kisses the top of his head, his tears wetting the little boy’s messy hair, and he pulls him closer. Bradley doesn’t even notice the tears in his eyes, too busy wrapping his arms tighter around Pete’s neck.

This was it. The one thing he never thought he could have again. The one thing that had slipped through his fingers so painfully—but now, now it’s here. And Pete can’t let it go.

“I’m here, Baby Goose,” Pete whispers, his voice shaking.

Damn it I'm going to write an entire fic on this, aren't I

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hc just dropped the flyboys call ice tomcat as a joke and so when the daggers crashed at Bradley’s ‘uncles’ imagine their surprise when they woke up and two people (slider and mav) were squabbling in the kitchen and one of them suddenly yelled tomcat and the commander of the Pacific fleet came out of fucking nowhere

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Jake’s internal monologue in this scene✨

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U.S. Marshall Jacob "Hangman" Seresin riding back into a boom town to meet up with Sheriff Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw , who demands he come to his home because the wife made a damn good dinner. Jacob, who ends up falling into bed with Bradley every time their paths cross. Natasha, who knows just who her husband actually loves and doesnt say a word, who protects them both. Bradley who hates to see Jacob ride off because he knows there will be a day he won't make it back. All of them trying to survive a life that no one was meant to live.

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Katharine Hepburn in HOLIDAY (1938) dir. George Cukor

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Bilingual Ice, my beloved. Translating Polish idioms word for word, randomly switching languages when he's tired around people he feels comfortable with, calling things Polish terms because they fit better, and getting frustrated when no one understands and there's not a good enough English equivalent.

Slider has known him long enough that he understands what he's trying to say and just nods along, he basically has A1 level Polish at this point, and he's helping Mav learn all the Ice-isms.

Ice who swears in Polish when the situation really calls for it. One time, a lieutenant walked to his office and overheard him muttering God knows what - didn't understand a word, only that it sounded so fucking angry that he figured his request can wait.

Ice who, as is the age old curse, forgets words sometimes, and Mav would never dare make fun of him for it, unless he's really desperate for something to deflect with.

Like when Ice is yet again lecturing him on how he should drive his own damn bike, except this time it's kind of different, because Ice sounds genuinely worried, more than before, and it's a hell of lot harder to just dismiss him.

But then Ice shuts up in the middle of a sentence. He's taken a quick breath to continue angrily, says, "You need-!" and then nothing. He opens his mouth on a word that isn't coming and Mav really needs a way out of here, so he dares to smile.

"I need to what?"

"Odpierdol się," Ice mutters, which is a phrase Mav is more than familiar with. Fuck off.

A saving grace, for both of them, probably, comes in the form of Slider casually strolling through the door. He lifts an eyebrow at the two of them standing in the middle of the room, and Ice huffs as he gives up on trying to remember the word he wants on his own.

"Slider," he says, still somehow keeping up the exasperated tone he was using on Mav. "Kask."

Slider grins wide. "He's yelling at you to wear a helmet again, huh?"

Ice throws his hands up. "He might not be so lucky the next time he crashes!"

"You crashed?"

Oh no, this is not working out the way Mav wanted it to, at all. "I didn't!" he tries to defend himself. "I just got scraped!"

"You fell off the bike!" Ice reminds him rudely. "You need to wear- the goddamn thing!"

Mav grabs onto the slightest hesitation in his voice like a drowning man scrambling for the last inch of the rope. "You mean the helmet?"

"Yes! The fucking helmet!"

Mav looks to Slider for help, truly a last ditch attempt, but he just shakes his head. "You really should, you know."

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top gun silliness

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Okay, so I know that nobody asked for this… 

But Maverick (in an AU, after a catastrophic injury or chronic illness, or as a Navy consultant maybe) would be a kickass, chaotic evil wheelchair user. 

This doofus uses cut-up stop signs for side-guards and uses off-roading tires for everyday use. Boy goes to the skate park in his chair and can often be seen balancing a toddler Bradley on one leg and something liquid on the other while going Mach 2, bonus points if said liquid is in a cup without a lid. 

Mav sits in a wheelie just cause he feels like it, took off his backrest so he'd have better reach and rocks his chair side to side just to make sure everything is where it should be.

He probably has a couple chairs that he's cobbled together with plywood and random shit. 

Just… wheelchair user Maverick who yanks Ice into his lap and takes off when his boyfriend is walking too slow.

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I will never forget the day I discovered “wingmen” was already used as a euphemism for gay lovers before the Top Gun fandom got ahold of it.

Oh, but hey, it’s probably just a coincidence, it’s not like there’s any proof the cast or filmmakers were aware of this, by all accounts, obscure queer historical aviation romance. It’s not like the top half of the cover art mirrors a famous scene from the fil… wait…

“You can be my wingman anytime”

“Bullshit, you can be mine” indeed Tony Scott.

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THIS IS LITERALLY SO BEAUTIFUL I CANT BELIEVE IT!!!!

The first time I've ever had fanart made of my work and it's the most incredible thing I've ever seen oh my god

Art for @Fangirl6202 fic Talk about a hail mary! Go check it guys, it's amazing 💖

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62958223/chapters/161226427

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Day 1 of topguntober, “napping together” :P (hangster ft. bobnix roadtrip)

Sketch/wip below!

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They ran a guy over :(

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Topguntober - Day 2 - Sharing Clothes

Quick and messy but certain Things happened in the bar bathroom that Bradley will deny to the day he dies, however, Natasha is very quick to catch on

[Click for better quality, reblogs and tags appreciated]

[Topguntober prompts by @/loserbradshaw on twitter, and found HERE!]

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John Dutton AKA the OG Beth+Rip shipper. 😍

BONUS SCENE: John realizing he won't be able to leave the ranch to Rip and Beth's children. 🥹

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