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😕 i was having a nice day OP.

why’d you ruin it?

Nick Bradshaw had been 26 when he'd died.

26 years, 3 months, and 17 days old, to be exact.

Bradley knew. The thought had haunted him since the day before his 26th birthday. It had felt like a deadline. Looming closer and closer with every passing day. He'd dreaded it, didn't want to acknowledge it.

At 26 years old, you're young. Still in college for some. Partying, having fun, going on dates and roadtrips with friends, getting your first job too maybe. You're not supposed supposed to become older than your dad ever was at 26. Yet...

Today, Bradley was 26 years old.

26 years, 3 months, and 18 days old to be exact.

Bradley knew. Because today was the day he officially outlived his father. He wanted to throw up at how wrong it felt. 26 years, 3 months, and 18 days and he felt like he had barely lived. Had his father felt like that too? Maybe. Maybe not.

Nick Bradshaw hadn't been aware he wouldn't see the dusk of that 17th day following 26 years and 3 months. He'd had his life in front of him. Why would he have bothered thinking about how much he lived by the age of twenty-fucking-six?

But Bradley knew. That he hadn't had that life in front of him. All he'd had in front of him that day was jetwash and a faulty canopy.

And what did Bradley have now, at the ripe age of 26 years, 3 months and 18 days - a single fucking day older than his dad ever was? Not much, aside from his job, one friend he barely managed to make himself talk to about anything, and a loneliness eating at his heart.

His mom was dead, his godfather betrayed him and the other man who had helped them raise him was sick with the same illness that had taken his mother.

He had his life in front of him, a life his father had been robbed of, and he felt like he had nothing.

He was just.. an orphan who had outlived his dad. And might see the day where he would outlive his mom, too.

It wasn't certain, not with his line of work. There were days where he hoped he wouldn't see that day, though. Days like today, where he felt so deeply wrong still being alive, knowing that, even if he only lived to be 36, he would have still outlived both his parents.

So Bradley drank, pretending to celebrate with his squad after learning he got selected to attend Top Gun. He drank and drowned and drank some more until he woke up with a crick in his neck, a rancid smell irritating his nose and a pain behind his eyes he wasn't sure was because of the alcohol or because of the tears.

Bradley Bradshaw was 26 years, 3 months and 19 days when he felt like dying.

But all he did was pack his bag. And left for Top Gun.

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🪐 Introduction Post 🪐

Hi my loves!!

I had one of these up before, but I didn’t make it as pretty and fun and whimsical as I could have!

So let’s do this for real!

My name is Saturn / Venus / Cyclone; I answer to all of the above!

I’m 22 as of this posting and a Scorpio sun, Pisces moon, leo rising! 🦂🐠🦁✨

I use they/them/theirs pronouns and am on Eastern Standard time!

🪐 A little more about me…

I’ve been writing like hardcore since I was roughly twelve years old. I have a history in the pre-professional ballet world but ended up stepping back when I was sixteen due to back and knee problems.

I currently work two jobs; retail and childcare but have author aspirations in the future !

I’ve got a ton of dogs but my baby is a Labrador Muttsky named Mysterion!

I’m not just into Top Gun, though that’s the primary focus of this blog; I also love internet cats, TMNT, Twisted Wonderland, South Park… and a variety of other fandoms despite the fact that I literally forgot all other fandoms the second I said I liked other things.

Also!!! I love Bats! I frickin love Bats.

I love Halloween too but—

More about my writing…

Concerning my writing, I say again, i’ve been writing since I was roughly eight but started big on fan fiction around twelve.

I know my ao3 account isn’t that old, but that’s because….I have a chronic problem of creating new archive accounts for different fandoms… And so when I got into Top Gun, I made Saturnsthirdring to post my Top Gun stuff; simply because the audiences on some of my other accounts might not get it, as I don’t think my Twisted Wonderland fans would appreciate seeing Hangster angst lol.

I seem to have a knack for Alternative Universe content; but maybe that’s because Navy lingo makes my brain feel like soup and hurt in a multitude of ways?

Because yes, I may have fallen into a hyper fixation on the military propaganda movie but I am so invested in the family dynamics man— oh and the homoeroticism but we’ll talk about that another day.

I’ve also been told i’ve “rewired brain chemistry” and have a knack for portraying the less joyous emotions particularly well (ex: I bruised your shoulder.)

So take that as a warning I suppose.

If you’re interested in my ao3 page, a link’ll be at the end!!

What can I expect from your Tumblr?

Mostly Top Gun, mostly updates about things I write, sometimes silly goose (sorry) behavior.

RQ DNI IF…

The basic ___phobics, the racists, the ableists, the Maggots — sorry Maga, the yucks irl.

(Bc i firmly believe you can write about problematic themes without condoning them ! Big difference!!)

But then again, why’re those kinds of people on Tumblr? Exactly.

If you have genuinely nothing nice or constructive to say about my writing you can kindly see yourself out.

Ai users can kiss my fat juicy fuckin ass. Your slop isn’t welcome here and i guarantee my DOGS writing is better than yours. Actual writing >> Chatgpt writing.

Tldr

- I’m a nonbinary, 22 year old planet who likes Top Gun and Top Gun Maverick and writes

- My DMs are ALWAYS open but please keep in mind i’m an adult with a job.

- I am fairly silly and also whimsical and love cursing soooo

Links !

Ao3

Spotify

Tik tok

If you’d like to Add me on discord, please dm me for my user !! i’m not going to just drop it here!

Much love, Saturn 🪐

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gently shakes the bobnix idea bag like a dog owner trying to get their dog to come love them.

no no wait… don’t go wait i know— just hear me out just— PLEASE JUST WAIT COME ON PLEASE HEAR ME OUT!!

First of all, Remember when Lewis Pullman played Rhett Abbott on Outer Range?

Yeah okay so picture that but— but Bob.

I know it doesn’t seem like it should work just hear me out right okay—

So okay, They’re in Texas, why? fuck i dunno i’m working on it— just-

So the initial plan was supposed to be that Hangman, Rooster, Phoenix and Coyote were gonna go to this Rodeo right? But like— Coyote flaked last minute so it was just the three of them.

Phoenix feels so fucking weird basically third wheeling right? Like— she genuinely considers leaving early;

and like; as she’s wandering the grounds or whatever (listen, I may be southern but I haven��t been to a Rodeo in god probably like ten years.) and she ends up crossing paths with this guy literally just standing there— eating a fucking corndog.

And she realizes she watched him in the arena maybe fifteen- twenty minutes ago and he was damn good.

So basically what i’m getting at here is that Naval flight officer Natasha x what’s essentially Cowboy Bob.

You heard me.

They’re both like so busy but so in love it’s infuriating.

I know it reads like the most Cis-het romance movie like ever but I am entitled to nice things dammit!!

There’s also the “I’m going to rewrite Purple Hearts except better because I do not get the hype of that god damn movie holy fucking shit.”

Like look, I’m not trying to get into Purple Hearts discourse here, but at its core it wasn’t that good of a movie. It had its moments but—

Okay, I’ve tried this setup with a handful of other pairings (looking at YOU Hangster and Payboy…Fanback? What’re we using for them—) but neither of those ships work the way Bobnix would. And it’s got nothing to do with gender and everything to do with person and character.

But like—if someone could mash Purple Hearts into a Hangster mold, fucking do it. Genuinely. I couldn’t get it to fit myself, but if you can? I’d read the hell out of it.

ANYWAY. Sorry, Bobnix fans, lemme refocus:

So listen, I flipped it for them.

Bob’s not a musician, but he is a creative — a writer. A damn good one, though he’d never say that about himself. He wants to make it his career, but he’s struggling hard to get published.

And I know what you’re thinking: indie publishing!

He would… except he’s barely keeping his head above water with bills — both household and medical.

The problem? His hours keep getting cut because his health’s been taking a hit. He’s been rationing his POTS medication, taking less than he needs to make it last, which just makes him sicker. You see where this is going.

Enter Natasha.

She only wanted a coffee, but she stays because the barista behind the counter looks two minutes from passing out.

He’s tried to start her order twice, but keeps losing his place. She feels bad for him — not in a “poor guy” way, but in the “this man is clearly running on fumes and I’m about to witness a human being faceplant” way.

Then he nearly hits the ground. Natasha steps in and tells him to sit down.

Bob says he can’t.

She says, “I’m not asking, I’m telling you.”

Bob sits.

She helps however she can in that moment, but afterward she keeps thinking she should’ve done more.

So… she comes back.

And slowly, over time, a little friendship forms — at least, sort of.

One day, she catches him scribbling on a notepad during a slow period.

“You busy?”

“Oh, no — just had a side plot idea and wanted to get it down before I lost it.”

“…you write?”

“Yeah. It’s my passion, I guess. I really want to be an author.”

“…any good?”

“Subjective.”

Later — don’t ask me how, I’m spitballing here — Natasha gets ahold of some of his work. And holy hell. He’s good.

So she’s like, “Why are you here drowning in coffee grounds when you could be writing?”

“Bills.”

“But—”

“I haven’t gotten published yet, remember? So I’m making zero money off my writing. I have to work to pay the bills.”

And that’s when Natasha lays it out — a proposal, plain and simple.

Bob tells her he’s not looking for handouts, and he’d rather find a way through on his own.

Natasha says it’s not about charity — it’s about creating space for him to take care of himself and actually do what he’s meant to be doing. And she points out she’d get something out of this too.

That his talent and drive shouldn’t be wasted on nothing but overtime shifts.

Bob says if they were going to do this, he’d want it to be real — actually fall in love, have an actual marriage.

Natasha admits she’d like that too, but points out they could start with the practical side — healthcare, stability, him being able to stay home and write — and see where it goes.

Bob thinks it over. She’d be gone a lot for work. He’d have time to focus on his novels. And she’d have someone to come home to. Would it really be that bad?

So they do it. Courthouse wedding, all official.

Bob quits the coffee shop and writes full-time. He finally gets the full medical care he needs.

And Natasha… finds the loneliness she didn’t even want to admit to is suddenly gone.

Because pilot friends are great — but Bradley’s not welcoming her home when he’s in Australia. Mickey can’t welcome her back to Lemoore if he’s in Virginia. Texts are great, but they don’t hug you after six months away.

Family’s complicated. She’s not sure she’d call them first anyway.

So now? There’s someone there. For both of them.

idk that’s about all i got for you in regards to “Bobnix aus” because idfk how to write canon content lmao.

But also?

Would i be lying if I said I DIDN’T have a femdom bobnix piece sitting in my drafts at 4,218 words and i haven’t even gotten to the smut yes?

Yes. I’d be lying if i said that wasn’t in my drafts—

do what you will with this information.

twirls away.

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being into top gun is so embarrasing because how do explain that this military propaganda movie has dynamics that rom-coms wish they had

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I recently stumbled on some edits of Bridgerton season two (the absolute masterpiece) and I couldn’t get Hangster out of my head (happens way too often).

So get this. Mix of first and second season. Bradley is a handsome duke bachelor. Mav raised him after his father died. (Definitely Lady Danbury vibes).

It’s the start of the season, Bradley is forced to come back and reconnect with Mav (he hates it) and Mav being a sneaky bitch tryes to set him up with the diamond of the season, beautiful blond girl with soft green eyes. Tall, elegant, absolutely perfect Seresin girl. He likes her, she would be a perfect wife. He courts her. Only problem is her brother. Only thing Bradley hates more than reconnecting with Mav and resuming his duke obligations is Viscount Jake Seresin. The most annoying person he ever met, he’s getting in the way of courting, sabotaging every Bradleys step. They get into a screaming match about every little thing. Can’t be in the same place for more than five minutes without getting in each others faces. Bradley’s only mission is to marry lady Seresin and is totally oblivious to the fact that Jake is steaming with jealousy.

Bradley starts to get drawn to Jake and he hates it but he also never felt this way about anyone before. They share a very intense moment of staring into each other’s eyes and brushing of hands, chest on chest, bulge on bugle.

Bradley disappears, avoids Jake at all cost while trying to propose to his sister and getting married before he makes a grate mistake of kissing that idiot brother of hers. Jake finally catches him off guard in the study at the engagement ball, and has the most heart wrenching ‘get of your perch Rooster’ speech. Bradley takes it to literally and kisses Jake like he’s his lifeline right then and there.

Enter Lady Natasha, Bradleys sister (Mav loved a good charity case) who catches them kissing (or more grinding on each other like two bitches in heat). She is furious with Bradley (cause he’s supposed to be getting married to this sweet innocent girl not that he was kissing his biggest enemy). She threatens to tell Mav but Bradley tries to blackmail her with his knowledge of her sneaking off with Lord Machado (I stand by the fact that Mav has two very problematic children). Jake squeals “Lord Machado, as in my best friend Javy Machado” and they both turn heads and yell “shut it, Seresin!” At the same exact time and Jake just stands there shocked.

Bradley doesn’t marry Jakes sister but he does get stuck with her idiot brother for the rest of his life.

Throw in some absolutely horny smut in there and you get a finger licking masterpiece.

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humbly requesting someone come confiscate half these god damn au ideas before i drown in them.

I’m losing it yall.

so many.

so many.

and one of them….

mmm…

The lack of Navy planes would shock you.

GET ME OUT OF HERE.

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he is sitting and pondering

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it’s pushing 2:30 in the morning and i am so so tired but before I curl up and get some sleep, I wanted to go ahead and get that Sereshaw horror I wrote up on tumblr!

So!!

Here you go!

The Hangman

Rating: M

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:M/M

Fandom: Top Gun

Relationship: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw/Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Characters: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Reuben "Payback" Fitch, Javy "Coyote" Machado Robert "Bob" Floyd, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, "Dagger" Training Detachment Aviators (Top Gun)

Additional Tags:

Psychological Horror, Obsessive Behavior, Supernatural Elements , Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Haunting, Dark, Mentioned Nick "Goose" Bradshaw, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw Needs A Hug, Hurt Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Spooky stories, Inspired by Phantom of the Opera, Noose mentions, Jake isn't exactly a Dagger in this one, Jake "Hangman" Seresin is a Little Shit, Possessive Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Gothic, Horror, Alternate Universe - Horror, Mildly Dubious Consent, Brain Fog

Language: English

Word count: 10,188

Summary:

Bradley's eyes widened as he felt an indescribable presence lingering just above and to his left. His breath hitched, and his vision blurred ever so slightly with brewing and unshed tears; he could feel it, the chill of fingers that weren’t actually there.

Fingers that grazed along his scalp and ran back along his head until they stopped at the crown of his head.

There. That very aching second was the moment those biting fingers wrapped into a white knuckled grip around his hair.

Bradley hissed through his teeth as this white knuckled grip pulled with all its might, jerking his chin up and his attention to the catwalk.

Through the glassy haze, Bradley wasn’t sure if he was seeing things correctly. The lighting and his tears made him question reality to a full extent.

His breath hitched, and he blinked a tear down his cheek. His heart that’d already been racing only seemed to increase in speed.

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Bradley Bradshaw doesn't believe in ghost stories.

Especially poorly constructed ones about Hangar Seven...and it's all just a dream, isn't it? Has to be...Because The Hangman isn't real.

Right?

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Or, a one-shot loosely inspired by The Phantom of the Opera-- the song.

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link

I hope you enjoy! it’s very late, i’m cold and tired soooo… do with this what you will!

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There's been a post on twitter going around since yesterday about 'how to spot ai fanfic' and that thing is harmful AS FUCK.

It's essentially all things humans do when writing because, guess what? IT WAS TRAINED ON OUR FUCKING WRITING. AO3 WAS SCRAPED. REPEATEDLY. I use em dashes. I use italics a lot. I use repetitive formulas sometimes SPECIFICALLY TO MAKE CALLBACKS IN MY OWN FICS. I use choppy sentences, again as a choice, when I want a character's panic or anxiety to be very obvious so I translate halting and messy thoughts with choppy sentences. I use rhetorical questions. Am I a fucking robot? NO. Those are fucking stylistic choices because I have basic understanding that punctuation and length are used to give your prose a FUCKING. RHYTHM/PACE.

They also say people with new accounts might be ai and???????? HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF PEOPLE GETTING NEW ACCOUNTS BECAUSE THEY DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE IN THEIR OLD ACCOUNTS ANYMORE?? I changed my twitter account 3 FUCKING TIMES. "First fanfic ever might be ai. Had an account for a long time but just started might be ai" because people can't start writing anymore, apparently. Or can't decide to finally take a leap and start publishing stuff after spending a long time in fandoms because they feel like it or weren't confident before. Don't piss me off. Or my favorite bullet point of theirs: "long sentences are a sign of ai. Long paragraphs are a sign of ai". BITCH. I'm sorry I have some vocabulary and enough imagination and skills to describe stuff and say the sky is blu, the grass is green and you look pretty WITH MORE THAN 3 DAMN WORDS. And also, I'm sorry for being dramatic and liking long and lengthy text. My bad. Are you for real?????

Like, seriously. Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you FUCK YOU.

Don't say you care about keeping fandoms free of ai pollution, don't say you're a writer with a trained eye and then vomit this type of harmful threads that will only lead to witch hunts based on things fanfic authors and authors in general have been doing for DECADES.

Also fuck that person in the quotes saying mismatched language use might be a sign of ai use too. HAVE ANY OF Y'ALL FUCK ASS MONOLINGUAL EVER THOUGHT ABOUT THE FACT THAT PEOPLE WHO WRITE IN ENGLISH ARE NOT NATIVE SPEAKERS AND KNOW MORE THAN ONE LANGUAGE AND ARE BOUND TO MAKE SILLY MISTAKES??? HAVE YOU CONSIDERED A LOT OF THEM TAUGHT THEMSELVES ENGLISH AND DON'T ALWAYS HAVE PERFECT GRAMMAR AND MISMATCH SOME STUFF???? Fuck y'all.

Oh, and people keep telling them it's harmful but they ignored the comments and doubled down in another post. Fuck you. You harmed hundreds of people with your bullshit, I hope YOUR writing gets called ai writing.

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I really think the people are going to adore what i’ve done with sereshaw in this one shot oml <3

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I say i’m going to write this whole cool ass Icemav animal shelter Au.

I listen to Phantom of the opera once count it ONE TIME on my way to work and now i’m 2400 words into a Sereshaw Phantom inspired one shot.

get me OUT of ADD hell. NEOOOWWWWW

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Ah yes, time for my regularly scheduled cry over how much I miss Val Kilmer ☹️ I miss him so bad oh my god.

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#ObsessedWithThatGuy

TOP GUN (1986) dir. Tony Scott

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TOP GUN: MAVERICK | 2022

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Please also know my dms are always open for friendship and silly goose behavior 🪿 🫶