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Mav loves Ices chest hair

Whether just playing with it casually, burying his face in Ices chest after a long day and nuzzling into the warmth, or even falling asleep on Ices chest.

Ice used to moderately wax or shave it to groom and keep it neat but now he just let's it do what it wants cause Mav loves it and goes absolutely wild anytime Ice takes off his shirt and Mav sees his chest.

When Ice gets his diagnosis, they're both equally devastated and laughter becomes a rare appearance in Iceman, before he would ar least smile, but now it's as if he has simply shut down under a cool glacier of ice.

Mav is desperate to help his Tom and so decided to make him smile at least once a day, and eventually get him to laugh again, Maverick adores Ices laugh, Ice hates how breathy and raspy its gotten, and refuses to even chuckle, but even he can't resist Mavericks efforts.

Eventually, Mav finds the one foolproof 100% successful way of making Ice laugh. He walks up to his husband, lifts his arms like he's going for a hug and then abruptly lifts up Ices shirt and buries his head into Ices chest, rubbing his face in Ices chest hairs. He pulls the shirt over his head and wraps his arms around Ices waist to hold him tightly and the tickling sensation of Mav on his chest, along with the hilarious image of Mav's head stretching the shirt always make Ice laugh.

As time goes on his full bodied laughs turn to breathless chuckles, to giggles, to huffs of joy. And then to little whispers of air, strained and tired from his bed in the hospital, surrounded by monitor, tubes and instruments.

Even on the darkest of days, Mav always managed to brighten his Toms day up and even in his most painful moments, Ice let his beloved hotshot gently tickle him to giggles.

And then, the sounds slowly turn to pained but amused whispers to playful sniggers, to soft chortles, to quiet giggles, to full chested laughs again. It's always the best thing Mav has ever heard, even at Ices quietest, even at his loudest, the sound of his loves joy always lights up Mavs world.

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god i hate knowing i have stuff to do it's like bearing a curse

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How come I've never noticed this before?!

Look at this scene first:

-> Ice is looking at Mav's eyes first but then his eyes flicker down to Mav's mouth for a tiny moment.

Then look at this scene:

-> Roo is looking at Hangy's eyes first but then his eyes flicker down to Hangy's mouth for a tiny moment.

IT'S THE SAME!!! Like literally the same!

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#me at any given moment BROOKLYN NINE-NINE (2013 - 2021)

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I love this genre of photoshoots where models are seen lying on David's lap dramatically as if he was the devil or something. Got to be one of my favourites genders

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Steve: Today I realized I'm old Robin: What happened? Steve: I fell in the park and instead of laughing, Dustin came running to see if I was ok Robin: Steve: I saw fear in his eyes

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love is stored in the fictional couple i’ve gotten overly invested in

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i’m so excited for your fic — the icemav rwrb!au. *₊˚🌷୧

adjsjjs so am i!!!

once the title poll comes to a close, i'm planning on starting posting, with ch 1/2 already finished and ch3 on its way

for now, enjoy a couple sneaky lil extracts:

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taylor swift fans are so scary it's like i'm in the truman show. watching taylor swift fans talk about how she soo gets neurospicy mental illness grippy sock vacation is exactly how truman felt when his wife started advertising coffee or something to nobody in particular

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the album is brutally honest, satirical, a bit cringe here and there, depressing and experimental at the same time, I would not side eye anyone for saying "I don't understand this" or "this isn't my cup of tea" or even "what the fuck is this" because it's obviously not a 1989 or midnights kind of album for everyone. I understand why she said she "had to put this out" but while she is at the peak of her career, she released an album that is not for beginners nor really for overall critics, it's knees deep into the taylor swift lore and probably the most herself an album has ever been, that does not mean it is a masterpiece but it makes it so insanely special

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There is a conversation to be had about the fact that Taylor Swift's album is being played in its entirety across all of iHeartRadio's 868 stations, pushing out the opportunities other artists might have had to get radioplay. That's the literal definition of a monopoly. No wonder she'll hit the top of the radio play charts with this maneuver, because at least 65 minutes (if not the back side of the album, which would take it to nearly twice that length) across EIGHT HUNDRED AND SIXTY EIGHT STATIONS will be dedicated to her, artificially boosting her radio play and decreasing everyone else's. In this essay I will—

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miss swift you are not a tortured poet you are a billionaire

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ILLICIT AFFAIRS Taylor Swift: The Eras Tour (2023) dir. Sam Wench

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A snippet of Goose explaining polyamory to Bradley.

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Carole shifted as she woke from a dream. The glimmers of it hung around her in the blue glaze of twilight but if she tried to think about it, it escaped her like trying to catch smoke.

Slowly, she unlocked each part of her body. Her arms unstuck from her sides, legs stretched tightly as she tried not to disturb Goose or Slider.

But to no avail.

Slider's hand rubbed her stomach underneath her t-shirt. Or rather, his t-shirt. Her's was somewhere on the floor along with the rest of her clothes, apart from her underwear, Goose's t-shirt and Slider's boxers. Apparently he didn't mind going commando underneath his pajama bottoms, something she could feel evidently behind her. He made an excellent big spoon.

Goose groaned in the darkness. He was flat out on his back, one arm around Carole, another underneath Slider. He made an excellent pillow, didn't move too much, although that was for a more morose reason.

After three months of physio, he could walk, but only with a walker. Every day in the rehab hospital had been intense, it had taken its toll on his mental health even if he tried to be positive for them all. Now he was out, he still had hours with the physio, and stretches and exercises too. The pain was immense even if he still had minimal feeling in his legs.

But that didn't stop them making the most of Slider being on leave. Even if he could only lie back, they had no issues. She could feel the slight ache in her thighs now, could feel their hands on her, the images floating around her head, she smiled to herself at the memories.

"Go back to sleep, Carole," Slider murmured into her hair.

"I will, I-"

A small knock at the door got them all darting up. Goose was the most unconscious of all of them. His eyes barely open, hair ruffled and double chin prominent as he lifted his head to look at the door.

"Momma?" Bradley's voice came through the closed door.

"Coming, baby," she replied.

Rolling off of Goose, she padded along the floor to the door. She'd started to convert the garage into their bedroom as soon as she could after learning Goose would have to relearn how to walk. Climbing up the stairs was too much of a feat for now.

She opened the door and her heart melted. Bradley stood silhouetted by darkness. The outline of his goose in his tight grip, his baggy plane pyjamas and him rubbing his eyes made for an impossibly cute image.

"Can't sleep?" She asked.

He shook his head.

"Come on, sleep in our bed tonight,"

He nodded and toddled after her as she crawled back into bed. Her and Slider shuffled back slightly to make room for Bradley to lie on Goose.

She watched him climb up up the bed, wiggling as he pushed himself up until she sighed and picked him up. He carried on wiggling as he got settled on Goose's chest.

For a second they all calmed down. Her breathing regulated as she watched Bradley with one eye open. Slider's hands locked around her middle. The regular thrumming of Goose's heartbeat ran through her head.

Just as she could feel herself slipping back asleep again, she saw Bradley dart up.

"Why's Uncle Slider in your bed?"

They all looked at each other, then back at him. She gulped. Slider's hands tensed around her middle. Sneaking a glance at him, she saw his eyes wide and him biting his lip.

She didn't know what to say. It was too late to explain the nature of their relationship to Bradley. There would be too many questions and she was far too tired

Luckily, Goose came to their rescue.

"He's in our bed because we love him a lot," he said. "We love him like we love each other, okay? We'll explain it in the morning."

Bradley didn't say anything at first. She knew he was staring straight at Slider, not meaning to be malicious but having that innate toddler nature to be creepy.

But after a few seconds, he simply said, "Okay," and lay back down on Goose's chest to sleep.