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HI AUTHOR OF THE “BONES: THE NEXT GENERATION” POST HERE: if you do write a fic based on it, would you please let me know?? 😊😊 I’d love to read it.

hiiii i absolutely will! i'll tag you when i post something <3 amazing post, i literally could not stop thinking about it for like a week straight. ur awesome <3

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Bones: The Next Generation

My friend and I just finished rewatching the entirety of Bones, and while we were watching, we started planning what a show focused on the next generation should be like. As it turns out, I have a VISION. 

The show follows Christine Booth and Michael Hodgins as the leads.

HOWEVER, though this is an unpopular opinion, the more I think about it, the LESS I think they should have a romantic relationship. The show focuses more on their FRIENDSHIP growth.

But even though they’re just friends, they develop a Song, like Booth and Brennan had “Hot-Blooded.” 

The pilot of the show opens on Christine’s first day of work at the Jeffersonian. (I’m wondering if it might make more sense that she and Michael are interns, at this stage, but I also need them to be working together, so idk.) While she’s usually smart and confident, she’s feeling a little nervous. Her mom left such an impact there, she’s not really sure she can fill her shoes.

(This would be a good time to mention that I refuse to have any of the parents killed throughout the course of the show.)

Michael mostly does his dad’s old job, though he’s got some skill with computers, too. It’s just, being Hodgins’ son, he has an interest in the gross parts of the job that most other people don’t. He also has some artistic talent, and loves to doodle. (Also I feel entirely convinced that he should have curly hair. I have such a clear picture in my mind of curly-headed Michael Staccato Vincent Hodgins, even though on Bones the kid who played him had straight hair.)

 At the beginning of the show, Christine and Michael haven’t seen each other in a while. Their friendship isn’t as strong as it was when they were children, though they’re still friendly to one another.

Christine starts calling him “Michael Vincent” again. He’s annoyed because he had mostly escaped from that nickname, except from his parents. 

At the end of the episode, Christine finds a little doodle from him on her desk (or somewhere she’d be certain to find it.) It makes her feel, possibly for the first time, that she belongs there, and that she can do this job just as well as he mother did.

It’s worth mentioning that unlike her parents, Christine isn’t prone to violence. Okay, her dad is Seeley Booth, and her mom is Temperence Brennan, so OF COURSE she can defend herself. And when she’s in direct danger, she definitely does. However, she doesn’t hit people just because she’s angry - taking the lesson her parents taught her as a kid to heart. 

Christine is also Catholic, like her dad. (Bonus points if she actually acts like a Christian but we all know this is mainstream tv so you can’t be a believer unless you refuse to follow your own beliefs lol)

NOW FOR THE REST OF THE KIDS

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All those weird implications that Christine is psychic/able to talk to ghosts and for what

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Maverick: Ice is playing hard to get.

Maverick: Little does he know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

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the met gala is tomorrow and who from the TGM cast do you see making an appearance

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ik i havent been in the tags for months and my evermore drafts are gathering dust (pray for her) but it has been so fun seeing the tgm cast at all these awards shows!! im a lil upsetti that i missed jay and glen's presenting segment at the gg but ill scour clips laterrrr

also has -- actually i might have an idea but im gonna keep typing anyway but bc a lot of people like zoey & glen on screen together, has anyone actually hc-ed a tgm sequel plot where zoey plays a hangman love interest? i just think it would be neat lol

aand thats all for updates. im gonna stare at this google doc until i have to go to work. peace n luv.

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realizing i never completed my series. but anyway ill be back to writing either this week or next week!

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A Bushel and a Peck

Summary: Yale's girlfriend convinces him to go apple picking.

Words: 495

Warnings: fluff.

A/N: FINALLY CHARACTERS COOPERATED

She figured it was something he'd always done. She knew he went to school in the ivy league - Harvard, despite his callsign being Yale. It just seemed like something people in the northeast did. 

When she mentioned going apple picking to get some good ones for a few recipes, she was surprised to hear him say it was new.

"Seriously, you went to Harvard. How did one of those ultra-basic sorority girls not drag you to an orchard?" she asked with a scoff, her eyebrows raised in disbelief. 

"Babe, I didn't exactly look like a jacked mob boss when I was in college," he replied with a roll of his eyes. 

"I guess I should be thanking them, then," she smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"For what?"

"For looking over you when they were going for their MRS degree."

"Who’s to say I'd have wifed them up anyway?" Yale hummed with his arms around her waist.

"You haven't wifed me up yet either. Maybe that's not the best comeback," she smirked. 

"Who's to say I don't have plans?"

"As intriguing as that is, I think I'd rather be surprised," she said, releasing her grip on his neck. "Let's go get that apple orchard cherry popped."

*

As they walked through the orchard hand in hand, picking the ripest apples for pies, they heard his callsign from behind them.

"Yale, what's up man," a mustached man called, walking towards them with a woman on his arm.

"Hey, Rooster. You get dragged out here too?" Yale replied, holding out his hand for the other man to shake.

"Yeah, Stacey wants to bake a pie."

"That's why we're here, too," she smiled, introducing herself to the couple. "You're the famous Rooster then? Ray's told me a lot about you."

"I wish I could same the same," Rooster chuckled, "Yale never talks about his girl."

"Neither do you, Bradshaw," Yale rebutted. "If I didn't know your family history, I would have thought Stacey was your sister."

"Don't listen to him," she whispered to Stacey, "Ray is a whole lot of sass in a very bulky package."

"Bradley, too," Stacey grinned.

The two couples finished walking the orchard together, the ladies walking ahead and selecting the fruit while the men carried the baskets.

"So, Stacey," Y/N said as she turned to face her new friend, "dinner at our place tomorrow?"

"We'll bring wine," the woman confirmed as she leaned in for a hug.

"Are we not being consulted on this?" Rooster questioned 

"No," the women replied in unison before splitting apart, bidding each other goodbye and leaving with their boyfriends.

"So how was your first trip to the orchard?" She asked as Yale drove back to their place.

"Definitely not as dull as I expected," he answered honestly. "But I think the best part was going with you."

"Such a sweet talker, Raymond Lee," she giggled as she laid her head on his shoulder. 

"That's because I love you."

"I love you, too," she hummed as she pressed a kiss to his cheek. "A bushel and a peck."

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evermore: a short series

summary: an anthology of concepts featuring select characters from the top gun franchise & songs from the album evermore by taylor swift

a/n: i figured i needed one of these since i’m up to track two already. more on the way! ( at least until six, that is. tbd on the rest as of the time of typing )

track one: willow ( feat. lieutenant billy ‘fritz’ avalone )

track two: champagne problems ( feat. lieutenant logan ‘yale’ lee )

track three: gold rush ( feat. lieutenant javy ‘coyote’ machado )

track four: tis the damn season

track five: tolerate it

track six: no body, no crime 

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forgot to update the masterpost link hold on lemme get back on my laptop HJDJDJDJDJD

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evermore: short series

fandom: top gun maverick

character(s): various members of the dagger squad

a/n: oh this was fun. it was pretty fun. and i love javy so..so much. did u guys know greg’s gonna be in the new mission impossible movie? thats rad. anyway my words got away from me 

track three: gold rush ( aka “may y/n be swallowed by a whale before she admits her feelings” )

the story's simple. your mom knew his mom and that's how the two of you met. standing by awkwardly while both of your moms used the moment to catch up with each other at the supermarket.

you were about twelve years old and itching to just go home and delve into this new book you'd borrowed from the library while javy was this punk-looking thirteen year old with a perma-frown, as if his mother just dragged him out of bed for a trip to the grocery store.

she did, but you didn't know that then. you really just wanted to go home; feeling bad for this boy wasn't really at the top of your list.

but when the two of you locked eyes after your mothers have bid goodbye to each other, you'd be lying if you didn't think he was interesting. or cute. or both.

it was both. who knew mrs. machado's son was actually cute if he just, well, stopped frowning?

but then it was your turn to frown when you realized that this was the same boy that your friend had been gushing about the weekend before. apparently, he and his little posse of boys liked to hang around the mall and your friend wanted to see what all the hype was about. you remember refusing to come, thinking that it was a waste of time. you'd rather score tickets at the arcade and come home with something nicer than a boy.

you spent the ride home looking out the window, some old tune about love on the radio that your mother idly sang along to.

it was the first romance-related crisis you've ever had. and you hated that you were placed in this precarious position of having eyes for the same guy your friend did.

and you dreaded the walk to school the morning after.

,

"y/n? hello? earth to my best friend?" your best friend's lips were glossed. hair done up in this beautiful style that you wished to emulate but you were too scared to try. not even - hell, not especially - to gain some guy's attention.

but the pit in your stomach when you think of his face ...

"i feel kinda sick." you groaned.

she rolled her eyes and just grabbed your arm to have you fall in step with her.

"well, don't puke or something. or at least wait until after lunch. we can both call home and get picked up early!"

you wanted to ask about what was so special about lunch, but figured that your question would be answered soon enough.

and the answer wasn't what you wanted.

as relationships went in the precarious teenage years, part of you knew that this wasn't gonna last. you loved your best friend, but she grew tired of boys quicker than you finished your jawbreakers.

and the painfully executed public display of affection you saw between your best friend and javy during lunch over your homemade sandwich was just the first stone in the short paved steps of how your best friend handled life with her paramours. she’d sat on his lap and gave him a kiss or so, but you noticed that when she was distracted with a conversation or two with someone that wasn’t you or javy, he would stare right at you. 

you figured that it was just the disbelief that his new girlfriend’s best friend was the same dork he’d met the day before.

you did end up calling your mom after lunch to take you home, your best friend doing the same thing. soon enough, you find yourself walking home together. you felt more queasy than anything else.

"so .. didn't i tell you? he's cute, right?" she inquired, reapplying her lip gloss for the umpteenth time.

"uhh .. yeah. he's ..he's cute."

"so i have your support?"

and when you didn't respond quick enough, she held an arm out to stop you from walking.

you looked at her arm, then at her face.

she wasn't stupid or selfish. sure, you dressed a little plainer than she did and was just a tad bit quieter but you two were attached at the hip. she favored you more than anything. she favored your thoughts and opinions over anyone else's.

your support has always meant everything.

and even if you wanted to put down javy as your first-ever full-blown crush, you favored her too. so you nodded.

"you have my support."

,

years after, you'd think back to that moment with great fondness.

you were right. the two of them didn't last. not that your relationship with either soured after.

it remained the same. you and your best friend continued to live life together. and while she eventually knew of your raging crush on javy, she was all too happy to help you find your own person, just as a supportive best friend does. she does it year in and out; all out of love, really.

your mother and javy's mother also started to hang out more, which meant that javy came over a lot. or you came over to the machado household more.

the two of you started to talk more and you found out that he was more than just the frown he had on his face when you first met. that he was more than the too cool for school posse he hung out with at the mall. that he was a total mama's boy and that, while it was annoying at first, he started to like it when your mothers started hanging out more.

it meant that there would be someone at home to hang out with that was his age. someone new. someone he didn't have to put up some kind of front with.

he was a lot more warm. liked to joke around and play harmless pranks on unsuspecting people. laughed a lot more than you thought he did. a lot more silly than you thought or from how you’ve seen him around his friends or your best friend.

he also didn’t like how trapped he felt in the role he had made for himself. a tough, cool dude who had to keep up appearances and make do with what he had after his father had left him and his mom a year prior. the two of you sat on a plush rug, chips and dip in between the two of you as he had recalled the day his father left. he bit his bottom lip, a nervous tic that you’ve noticed the more you spent time with him.

the lull of the old louis armstrong vinyl playing interwoven with your mothers’ laughter coming from the living room made you all too aware of the room you were in.

seventeen and eighteen years young. basketball posters on the wall. droplets of condensation on the top of your hand from the beer cans that javy had managed to swipe from the garage fridge and tossed at you, swearing that they were just way better than plain old sprites and root beers.

“the beer’s bitter.” you said, finally breaking the silence after you realized that you haven’t spoken up in a while.

“yeah, beer’s like that.” he had laughed, taking a swig from his own drink before nudging you. a gesture encouraging you to drink more.

that particular year went on.

truth is, years after initially meeting javy and his squad, you and your best friend had been unknowingly inducted into one of the cooler social spheres in your school.

so it wasn’t a surprise that for every school event, there would be gaggles of girls just wanting to be asked out by the four young men.

same for you and your best friend, though they were all frivolous little dates. none of them were ever serious; none of them paralleled the crazy feeling you felt when you had first met javy. 

the only surprise was how your own best friend wanted javy to ask you out. 

“but .. didn’t you guys used to date?”

she scoffed, her glossed lips pouting. “used to. it’s all in the past. we were in middle school! come on, y/n.”

but you were still unsure. that, and to be perfectly honest, competing was never really your thing.

you liked single player games. playing skee ball by yourself. you put your hand down when somebody else already raised theirs and you think that they could give a better answer during the lecture.

and you sure as hell didn’t want to compete with a dozen other girls that would stare daggers at you at the first wind of having another competitor in the arena for javy’s attention.

and that’s if they haven’t already stopped staring daggers and wishing pain on you for even being in his inner social circle.

you were about eighty percent sure that one of your nightmares has been being on ‘the bachelor’, too. 

you stared at javy across the way, watching as he leaned against his locker, surrounded by his boys. after a second, he caught your gaze and he waved, flashing a grin.

“you have my support. you know that, please know that.” your best friend whispered right at your ear.

the last thing you remember after was your best friend tapping the back of your shoulder repeatedly.

,

you turned around, holding this big bouquet of flowers and feeling oh so erratic and nervous and all the goddamn synonyms in the entire fucking thesaurus–

“y/n! y/n! where are you?! i need – oh my god, i need my bouquet! hand it over!” it was the shrill voice, such chaos emanating from your best friend.

you cursed your heels as you walked as fast as you could to where she was, handing the bouquet to her.

even while an emotional wreck, her glossed lips and beautiful hair distracted the world, as it always did. her wedding dress was as perfect as it could be; your maid-of-honor one matching but not upstaging. 

it was crazy. the two of you almost into your thirties and you get to watch her marry the love of her life. her actual person. the one, that she’s always harped on and on about. and while you had a slight cynical streak, it was pretty hard to keep when you see her with her lover. the two of them loved each other, it was obvious. it almost made you jealous.

before you left the room, she grabs your arm and pulls you close. her lips almost brushing your ear before she speaks up, “so .. this guy.. i have your support, right?”

you pulled back and looked at her, mustering the best smile you could give under stress. “you have my full support. trust me, he’s great.”

after the initial stress, the ceremony goes off without a hitch. soon enough, everyone’s ushered into the reception.

a few dances here, some teary-eyed family speeches there, and you find yourself helping to clean up some of the mess before you would make your way back to your hotel room.

the sound of someone clearing their throat caused you to turn around.

it was javy, dressed in his uniform.

your eyes widened. you saw that he was in the list, but you’ve craned your neck so many times during the ceremony and the reception that you knew that you would’ve seen him if he was there.

“sorry, i was .. really late.” oh, well, there’s that.

“it’s okay. um ..did you say hi to them already?” you craned your neck again. this time, looking for the bride or even, the groom.

“uh, yeah. i gave them my gift and apologized. honestly, i think she’s just glad this whole thing is over. weddings seem..stressful.”

you had to laugh, “yeah, they are. i’ve been busting my ass for about a year now over this engagement.” the year in question was a year you had seen him less. things change. people grow. people get jobs. and javy gains new obligations the further he gets into his career.

“well, seems that this one’s done for. you can breathe now.” he’d joked. you nodded, folding up the tablecloth in your hands. “yeah, finally.”

you took a few steps to the nearest table to set the tablecloth on it before turning back to him. “so .. are you staying long or do you have to leave soon?”

he shrugged, “up to you. i’ll stay as long as you like.”

you hummed, turning back around to fix the tablecloth that didn’t really need any fixing but god, you wanted to scream. only he could say those kind of things to you and have your nerves fraying like a full wig from the static electricity of children’s playgrounds.

“do you wanna get a drink? i’ll pay.” he finally spoke up, finding that while he appreciated the silence around you, this one wasn’t as comfortable.

you glanced back at him and gave a small smile. “well, you are paying.”

as the two of you were about to leave, you saw the dj packing up his equipment. 

tapping javy on the chest to get his attention, you told him about your want to tip the man for doing a great job on the event. and that, yes, he was paid, but you were pretty sure that there were so many people that requested songs that you felt a little bad.

“what, you don’t got money?” he asked, though he’s already reaching into his own pocket.

you frowned, “i left it in my hotel room, javy. this dress isn’t really meant for holding stuff, y’know.”

he shrugs, “that’s fair. here, some few dollar bills to spare–” he’d begun before his wallet drops, you rushing to catch it in time but sadly, it drops to the floor.

it’s open when it lands, your eyes skimming through the tiny picture inserted on the side. 

it was javy and you. prom night. a tiny printed picture that your best friend had no doubt had developed since you remember the moment fondly. 

he had asked you to be his date, right there at the door before the entire group went in. somehow, you found yourself saying yes and amidst the cheers from your shared friend group, he had pulled you in for a picture. your best friend at the ready with her flash film camera.

javy had pulled you close to him, both hands on your waist while you had both of yours on his chest. he had the biggest grin on his face as the click signals a picture taken. it was the happiest you’ve felt in forever, laughing as he never let go of you until you reminded him that the two of you still needed to go inside the building for the actual prom. 

“y/n?”

“you still have it.” you stated, picking up the wallet and holding it closer.

while you couldn’t see it, javy broke into a grin. “never left my wallet, actually.”

you looked up at him, only to see that he had already moved. he struck up a short conversation with the dj and gave him the money before making his way back to you.

“so..drinks?” was his only inquiry before he found your arms wrapped around his neck and he was finally being kissed by the woman he liked.

after pulling back, you looked right into his eyes. “it never left your wallet?” 

you had said it so softly that javy wasn’t initially sure that you’d said it. he shook his head in response. you tilted your head slightly. “why not? why .. me?”

his hands on your waist pulled you in closer. “why not you?”

this time, you shrugged. “just .. “

and a badly-clipped montage of all the times you’ve seen javy with other people plays in your head. on how he always seemed to look right at you, questioning. how every time you think about taking your chance, you just never wanted to jump in the gold rush that was this man’s appeal. 

because after prom, the two of you graduated. then life got in the way. and even with the reassurance that he liked you, wanted you..you just didn’t feel confident enough to take a step towards him.

until now. 

“nothing, i guess. i..how..when did you know? that, you know, you…liked me?”

“honestly?”

“honestly.”

he bit his lip, the way he would before he was gonna tell you something that’s been in his mind for a while. “since our moms stopped each other at the grocery store.”

your eyes widened, before you looked down and bit your own lip momentarily. 

upon looking back up, you stared right at his eyes again. “i like you too.”

“god, i sure hope so. otherwise, we’ll be making out in an almost empty room for no reason.” javy replied before pulling you in for another kiss.

so the story wasn’t simple in terms of detail. but in the end, all that ever mattered was that you and javy liked each other.

( cue your mothers rejoicing when the news of the two of you dating reached them. clinking glasses of wine over sunday brunch and shit. )

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🌑 - Top Gun Maverick Characters & Their Corresponding ‘Midnights’ Song

*this is correct because I said so

******

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin - Anti-Hero

- It's me, hi

I'm the problem, it's me

At teatime, everybody agrees

I'll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirror

It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti hero

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw - You’re On Your Own, Kid

- You're on your own, kid

Yeah, you can face this

You're on your own, kid

You always have been

Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace - Vigilante Shit

- Draw the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man

You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them

Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie

They say looks can kill and I might try

I don't dress for women

I don't dress for men

Lately I've been dressing for revenge

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd - Snow On The Beach

- One night a few moons ago

I saw flecks of what could've been lights

But it might just have been you

Passing by unbeknownst to me

Life is emotionally abusive

And time can't stop me quite like you did

Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado - Mastermind

- If you fail to plan, you plan to fail

Strategy sets the scene for the tale

I'm the wind in our free-flowing sails

And the liquor in our cocktails

Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia

- Good girl, sad boy

Big city, wrong choices

We had one thing going on

I swear that it was something

'Cause I don't remember who I was before you’

Reuben ‘Payback’ Fitch - Karma

- 'Cause karma is my boyfriend

Karma is a God

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

Karma's a relaxing thought

Aren't you envious that for you it's not?

Sweet like honey

Karma is a cat

Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat

Me and karma vibe like that

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INTRODUCING THE TOP GUN: MAVERICK ENSEMBLE…

oh, what a family.

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full confession: i write my fics on google keep, but i just found out that theres a character limit on each note DKJFHJDG found this out while writing the next evermore track LMAO

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Troye Sivan and Lily-Rose Depp ❤️

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We lie awake in love and in fear, in turmoil and in tears. We stare at walls and drink until they speak back. We twist in our self-made cages and pray that we aren’t – right this minute – about to make some fateful life-altering mistake. This is a collection of music written in the middle of the night, a journey through terrors and sweet dreams. The floors we pace and the demons we face. For all of us who have tossed and turned and decided to keep the lanterns lit and go searching – hoping that just maybe, when the clock strikes twelve…we’ll meet ourselves.