#1986 crew

[topgunruinedme]

A/N and a WIP sneak peak

Am I dying for my midterms and finals to finish so I can jump onto my ridiculously long Iceman whump WIP that I’ve been waiting months to write? Yes.

Sneak peak:

Ice was struggling to maintain his calm and collected mask; chest heaving with small puffs of air through his nose, his muscles tensing painfully locking in place refusing to give them the satisfaction of him falling to his knees. The only repreive he allowed himself was wrapping his hands in the chains holding him up and resting his forehead against the cold steel of the post in front of him. A small grunt escaped raw throat. His thoroughly chewed lips now split from his desperate attempt to stay quiet. His back spasming with each sharp strike. Choking down a mouthful of blood.

He will not fail. He. Will. Not. Fall.

He will stand tall. Even if he couldn’t bare to look over at his teammates, even if the distressed whine Ron let out at each strike to his left caused his ears to ring.

He refused to fail, he refused to fall.

He will not let his Rio, his brother suffer the same fate as him.

“Disobedience has consequences Kazansky” the rough voice hissed behind him with a sharp strike as the pain licked cross the already bleeding wounds. His body jolted but his jaw clamped shut. “Let’s see how loud we can make you scream”.

[hang-a-roo]

The ‘86 crew at the Hard Deck watching their 14 aviators do what they do:

- Hangman and Rooster flirting obliviously -

Maverick: God, Ice, tell me we weren’t this bad.

Ice: We weren’t-

Slider, Wolf, ‘Wood, Chipper, Sundown, and Merlin: You were.

[todayinhiphophistory]

Today in Hip Hop History:

2 Live Crew released their debut album The 2 Live Crew Is What We Are July 25, 1986

[firstofficernims]

Thanks Star Trek! 😁🖖💙

[doobs]

MAY WE HAVE S’MORE INCORRECT NOSTROMO CREW QUOTES? THEY FEED MY SOUL!! ( please)

Your wish is my command.

Btw, these are just Tumblr quotes I found on Pinterest. I don't claim these. Y'all know the drill.

(some are changed though for in-character-ness and quality of life stuff)

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Parker: Why don't you shut your mouth and look at the Wikipedia page for sucking dick?

Ash: Okay, give me a minute.

Ash: Hey, it says I have to open my mouth for this one.

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Kane: So doctor, am I dying?

Ash: We're all dying, Kane. Just at different speeds.

Kane: But... what about me?

Ash: Consider yourself the Usain Bolt of dying.

Ash, in his head: lmao

credit: Jesse's Blackwatch Survival Guide, on Webtoon (Overwatch)

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Xenomorph: Nice ass, sorry about the mental illness.

Ripley: Thank you king.

(I'm terribly sorry I couldn't resist, I know it is out of character)

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Ripley: You should be addicted to shutting the hell up.

Parker: You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.

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Parker: You the only dude I know who enjoys milk as a refreshment.

Kane: Yeah, and so?

Parker: You an interesting critter bro.

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HOW THE NOSTROMO REACTS TO SOMETHING STUCK IN THE VENDING MACHINE

Ash: Gently shakes the vending machine, attempts to see what's wrong with it.

Brett: Stares at it, kicks it, promptly forgets about it and walks away.

Dallas: Shakes it a bit, before calling out to Parker or Brett to see if they can fix it.

Kane: Is rather upset by the vending machine not working, and sticks his arm in to try and reach what he bought. He does not get it. #justiceforkane

Lambert: Stares at it, hands on hips. Kicks it. Shakes it. Sticks her arm in and her arm gets stuck. Poor Lambert. #justiceforlambert

Parker: Swears at the vending machine. Gets pissed off. Uses violence. I feel bad for the vending machine.

Ripley: Sighs. Sticks her arm in, but that didn't work. She tries shaking it a bit, before giving up. Calls out to Dallas to see if he can help her.

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I hope you enjoyed!

Feel free to ask me for other stuff. I think there is one ask I still have a draft on so I apologise for not finishing that, I'm very forgetful. <3

Note: the vending machine is okay. he's doing well, and safe from Parker

[purplearrowzandleather-blog]

Maverick: I am a... worthwhile person? And my friends... love me?

Goose, Ice, Slider, Wolfman, Wood, Merlin, and Cougar: *hugging him* Sure you are and, yes, they do, buddy. You’re doing great

Maverick: I feel validated. Disgusting. Give me more

[debdarkpetal]

1986.

Via deakycheaky on Instagram.

[aiiaiiiyo]

[dweeeeeb]

Motivational Music in the Morning ... #The2LiveCrew, #CutItUp ... from #IsWhatWeAre [Official Audio Track] (1986) #MMitM1

[topgunruinedme]

Dagger’s Daycare|| o.4

Synopsis: Maverick finds himself in a situation he cant explain. The daggers are unavailable, and he finds himself in need of help from his old crew. Of cause this wasn't the reunion they expected.

“Did you kidnap an orphanage Mav?”

Warning: age regression (they get turned into children), slight whump mostly fluff, slight swearing, homophobia and 5 idiots with no knowledge on kids caring for some.

Word Count: 1.6k

Read on Ao3

Previous chapters: Chapter||o.1, Chapter||o.2, Chapter||o.3.

Note: Full disclosure I'm using Google translate so I apologize if the translation is wrong.

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Slider frowned slightly as he pulled up garage door attached to his house. He hadn't been in here for a while, he had been busy recently between working and helping wood move into his new house, having move after retiring from the Navy. He had bought a house only two streets down from Wolf. His baby was had a layer of dust on it, her paint was peeling slightly. He had owned her for years, only retiring her when he had get another car. It wasn't the best look for an admiral to be driving a minivan, at least not an old one like this anyway. He had always loved minivans, unlike Wolf who’s go to car’s was a Ford Ranger. Or Wood’s Mazda, or Ice’s Toyota Rav4. He had grown up in a minivan. His mother had owned one through his entire childhood, the silver stout scarab. It was one of the things he remembered most, so when the dodge caravan first came out when he was first going into the academy he bought it. Continuing the tradition through the years as he updated, he had upgraded a few years ago to a Toyota sienna. The light of his life. He got crap from the others about his obsession with the vans but he never took the words to heart. It had been used as a transport vehicle through the years with the crew. He truly did favor the Sienna more then the others, the baby sat 8 people comfortably. He ran a hand over the smooth silver paint with a loving smile, “Alright darling, lets get you a breath of fresh air”. //

Ice parked the car of to the side of the driveway to stay out of the way. Leaving a rather large gap for the van to drive on once they retrieved it from the jungle Wolf called a yard. Hell did the man ever mow?

Wolf jumped out of the car, walking towards the side of his house where his black van was parked. He had bought it a few years ago after an old friend of his wanted to get rid f it and never really used it.

Ice turned of the engine and stepped out of the car to see if Wolf needed any help getting the old thing started.

Wolf jogged over to a power box and pulled out a key, Ice raised an eyebrow the man grinned.

“Snooping Neighbors” he offered as he walked over to the gate pulling it open to get to the van. It looked old, unused nothing Ice would ever willingly get into.

Wolf patted it on the wide, “Come on girl lets get you up and ready for some cargo”. He opened the door leaning in as he turned the key and pressed down on the petal to get the car to rumble. It kicked a few times before the engine started, Wolf let out a victorious cry.

“Lead the way metal man” Wolf cried out as he pulled the door shut and started slowly driving it out of the yard.

Ice shook his head with a sigh out of all of them why had he chosen Wolf for this job?

He walked back down the yard to his car slipping into the seat, backing out carefully and lead the van down the road. Once they were sure the old piece of junk could drive, Wolf waved him off and Ice lead the van into town towards the baby store ‘baby bunting’.

This was going to be a long trip. //

While Wood wore a confident smile, he was anything but. Being left alone with kids sure. 1 or 2, no problem. But 7 kids, alone with Maverick on top of that. He was in no way prepared for the chaos about to be pursued.

He twisted his head again a small strain in his neck from the way his head had been swinging from side to side in an attempt to count the kids.

1,2. Bradley was jumping on the couch as a darker skinned boy edged him on, “Do it. Do it. Do it”.

3,4,5. The boy with fluffy brown hair that had previously been playing with Bradley had now moved away from them. He was siting curiously in front of the two boys in the corner.

They had only shifted enough so the protective kid could cuddle into the quiet blonds side.

He could hear the the boy talking quietly, “Hola. Podemos ser amigos”. The darker skinned boy turned his face away from the blonds neck and frowned at the foreigon language slightly.

Bloody hell no one had told him he would be expected to know other languages.

6,7. The girl, Phoenix was laying down with her head on the younger boy - who looked younger then them all - stomach.

He pushed his glasses up slightly as his rubbed his nose. Both of their eyes were shut, apparently having decided to take a nap.

He shifted over to them taking a light weight blanket off the couch to wrap around them both. He tucked it into Phoenix side slightly first. Her hand coming out to wrap around the fabric, turning on her side so she was facing Bob. He then wrapped the other side of the large blanket into Bob’s side so that it covered them both.

Bob reached out blindly but instead of gripping the blanket his hand wrapped itself in Phoenix hair. Not pulling on it but just holding the strand as if assuring himself she was still there.

Maverick was leaning cover the kitchen bench, having moved out of the room after Bradley had caught sight of him again and attempted to get him to play with him by pulling on his pant leg. It had overwhelmed the man, despite the two being on good grounds it had reminded him how much he had missed.

Wood moved around the kids from the living room to the open kitchen. He walked around the kitchen island and placed a comforting hand on the younger mans shoulder he left a constant vigilant gaze on the kids. “Are you ok?” he asked quietly felling the tremors flooding Mavericks body.

Maverick’s voice was rough and choked, “Yeah” he said hoarsely, Maverick lifted his head giving him a shaky smile. “Its just” he waved his hand in an attempt of an explanation, “a lot” he finished lamely.

It was a nightmare and a half, for all of them. He couldn't imagine what it would be like for Maverick. They had all seen Bradley at the funeral, but Maverick practically lived with the Bradshaw's.

The last time he would have seen Bradley this happy at this age was when Goose was still alive, the family visit half way through Top Gun. He remembered it faintly, seeing the odd family singing away at the piano.

He rubbed Mavericks back ripping his eyes away from the kids for a moment to frown lightly in concern. This was normally Ice’s job, he always knew how to deal with Maverick.

He turned back to the kids letting Maverick have a moment to himself.

1,2,3 kids in the corner. 4,5 sleeping bundle. 6,7,8 kids playing.

He looked around the room for anything the kids could play with to keep occupied without waking the other tw- wait 8?

He frowned and counted them again, 1,2,3,4,5,6. He tensed slightly his eyes darting around 6? Hadn't there been 8 before?

“Mav, how many kids are there?” he asked wearily. Maverick lifted his head giving him and odd look.

“7?” he frowned at Wood, his own eyes moving around the room to count. “They're 7 kids here Wood.

Wood left out a breath of relief, God Ice was right. He’s not good with numbers. Guilty he snatched the shopping list note pad magnet off the fridge and took the pen out of its holder, Maverick laughed lightly shaking his head.

“Ice?” Mav asked in amusement.

“Ice” Wood grumbled, “Point them out for me” he huffed.

Natasha and Robert, Bradley and Reuben, Jake, Javy and Micky. That solved that issue now that he knew which name went to which group.

“Did you” Wood hesitated, Maverick leaned leaning his hip against the bench frowning at him. Wolf sighed there was no other way to say it. “Have you seen Ice recently?” he asked.

Maverick opened his mouth to argue, defend him wingman but then he paused. His frown deepening as he thought over his words carefully, “We talk over the phone. But I haven't seen him in a while” he admitted. “At least not for a year or more” he shrugged unconcerned, “We've been busy”.

“Did you notice anything wrong with him?” Wood asked carefully aware that Maverick was fiercely protective of the man. “He seamed different. Distant” he added.

Maverick looked uncertain for a moment before a young hand pulled at his jeans, “Mav can we go play now” Bradley asked, Maverick sent Wood a look.

“Sure bud, well play”, Maverick gripped the boys hand letting himself be pulled away. The conversation left in the air. Wood watched as Maverick got roped into playing a game with Bradley and Reuben. He kept a close eye on the boys in the corner, Micky was still babbling away at the two not noticing the language barrier and Javy seamed content to lay in Jake’s lap. This was going to be a wild day, he huffed lightly stepping out of the kitchen taking the note pad with him. Ensuring his phone was off silent, if anything went wrong he want to make sure he would hear it. He really regretting accepting Maverick’s invitation now.

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Translations/Micky/Fanboy [Spanish] “Hola. Podemos ser amigos” - Hello. Can we be friends.

[musicalchaos07]

The most unrealistic part of s4 for me is that the Cali Crew were all wearing pants in the California Desert like besties how are y'all alive????

[chulip-blossoms]

alien duology: hmmm i wonder if the android will turn on the humans?

alien "prequels": oh boy, i sure hope the android turns on the humans

[moviesmoodboards]

Robin Crew from Flying

Requested by @geacola96

[crazychicke]

moodboard: Modern!Robin Crew from Flying (1986) for @geacola96

[hellblazerserpent]

(I Just) Died In Your Arms-Cutting Crew

[radiomaxmusic]

Thursday, October 26, 2023 8pm ET: Feature LP: Cutting Crew - Broadcast (1986)

Broadcast is the debut studio album by English rock band Cutting Crew. It was first released in the United Kingdom on October 20, 1986, and was later released more widely, including in the United States, Canada and Japan in March 1987 with different packaging and four remixed tracks (“Any Colour”, “One for the Mockingbird”, “I’ve Been in Love Before” and “(I Just) Died in Your Arms”), all of…