#and navy academy

[scuderiatomcat]

just saw adorable tiktok, where old class walked at 2025 babies graduating and i got carried away

imagine some sort of celebration or anniversary at annapolis naval academy and all graduates were invited to honour walk as classes again.

daggers are super exited and with help of top gun july 1986 boys, made maverick to come with them, even after he told them, he swore off to come near academy after their refusal to accept him. but despite his deep hatred for this place, mav is the loudest person in family area, when his boys and girls were walking out.

he, sara and her kids sang “ice ice baby” when their commander went and led his class out (they all could see from afar ice rolling eyes and blushing) and “great balls of fire” when bradley made his way.

after lots of speeches and pictures, everyone gathered in one place, mav is about to sneak out quickly for fresh air and to gather his thoughts, when suddenly he’s being pulled into the centre.

he is now face to face with his husband, who has this kind expression and little smile.

“i don’t like that look, ice”

“it’s only one i have”

out of nowhere, ice places his hat and wolf puts his coat on maverick’s head and shoulders.

“you never got a chance to graduate like the rest of us, pipsqueak. but we wanted you to know, that you would’ve been the best one, well no, second best after tommy. don’t look at me like that ice. do you understand, hotshot?”

mav barely holding his tears, when his long time friends, bradley, jake and natasha were putting their class rings on each of his fingers.

at the end, pictures were hilarious, maverick was showed around like a doll and laughing so hard he forgot, why he didn’t want to come in a first place.

mav may or may not showed a finger to old officer he recognised as one of men who refused him back too many years ago.

ice may or may not kissed him in front of the building after this.

[clove-pinks]

Yacht AMERICA Crossing U.S.S. CONSTITUTION, Newport, RI, 1865, by Anthony D. Blake (b. 1951).

The schooner America is shown crossing the bow of the frigate Constitution, early in the morning of the summer of 1865. Further in the background, on the left-hand side, are the two sloops of war, Marion and Macedonian. ....Fort Adams and the town of Newport can be seen behind America's mainsail. The four vessels, part of the United States Naval Academy, were on a cruise from Newport to Annapolis.

[moonagedaydream14]

I think there’s a lot of top gun fans/fic writers who don’t know what the Academy actually is. Which is fine because it’s a military propaganda movie. However, since the Academy is a major part of Maverick’s and Rooster’s stories, here’s a little info dump about USNA and why it’s important in the world of Naval Aviation.

The United States Naval Academy (USNA or the Academy) is a military academy. It’s a four-year university. Acceptance is limited and the application process is competitive and difficult. Applicants must have a letter of recommendation from their current Congressman and they also must have proof of high level academic achievement and be able to meet all physical and medical qualifications required to join the Navy. Tuition is covered in full by the military. Midshipmen (students) graduate with a bachelor degree in the major of their choice and a commission into the Navy. It’s a military academy, so obviously it’s not exactly the typical college environment/experience. (Don’t worry they still have a football team and a mascot!)

Just under 40% of naval aviators receive their commission from USNA. Just over 40% receive their commission from a NROTC program at a four-year university. (The other 20% go through Officer Candidate School) The academy isn’t the only way to get into naval aviation but it is a big deal that Mav and Rooster didn’t go, mostly because they both come from military families. (whose parents died in active duty)

I’m not in the Navy nor am i affiliated with it, but I do know more about the Navy than a boring civilian probably should. I live in a Navy town and my dad is a history buff who knows a lot of military history. (Have I learned more because I can’t be normal about Top Gun? Yes.) Anyway, I hope this is helpful to Top Gun fans who aren’t really familiar with the US Navy.

Feel free to add or correct me if there’s anything that’s incorrect. Also feel free to ask if there’s something that you want to know and I’ll do my best to answer!

[littleguy-pi]

Just a fun lighthearted girl navy college AU. I will post a professors page next (along with the rest of the lieutenants) and more assorted characters as I figure out all their infos :)

[squiddosss]

thinking about that time the midshipmen of the naval academy dragged me around school like i was their pet. oh and i drove a boat.

[hey-ranjhaan]

Kon hain bhai ye log. Please go and fucking die.

That lady saw her own husband get killed so brutally right before her eyes. She has been through the most terrific times anyone could go through. It is very understandable that she wants peace, that is because she is an empathetic soul, who has already been through the pain of loosing a loved one and does not want someone else to go through the same. IF YOU CANNOT BE EMPATHETIC ATLEAST DON'T SHOW YOUR DISGUSTING AND SHAMELESS ATTITUDE TO HER.

And the foreign secretary? That man is bloody brilliant. He has been working relentlessly for this nation, and he is an extremely dedicated, admirable and knowledgeable individual. The absolute fools sitting, commenting on him behind their phones, would surely be holding zero qualifications of their own, which is clearly portrayed in those ridiculous comments of theirs. DO NOT FUCKING BLAME HIM OR TARGER HIS FAMILY. HE HAS TIRELESSLY BEEN WORKING FOR, GATHERING AND ADDRESSING THE NATION WHILE ALL OF YOU PIECES OF SHIT WERE IN THE COMFORTS OF YOUR HOMES.

[jakekazansky]

Ron and Merlin trying to parent teenage Jake and nothing works. Taking things away does nothing cause Jake is used to having nothing. Grounding him doesn’t really work cause it’s not like Jake has any real friends and the only place he goes is the academy and he has to go with Merlin (he’s 17 and the government fears if they let him live in the dorms that he’ll disappear so thus he has to live with slider and Merlin at their home his first year).

Not entirely sure on how they figure it out but they find out the only real thing Jake responds to is air jail.

Yes, air jail. Like you would do with cats.

Jake is like 5’6”-5’7” meanwhile slider and Merlin are both over 6 foot.

So Ron just wandering through and snatching Jake up when Jake’s trying to start shit with the son of an admiral whose family is over for a dinner. And Ron being just like ‘nope we’re not doing this’ cause Jake has started fist fights with other people this way. So Ron just acts like he’s walking by and swoops him up and under his arm like a football. And it momentarily stuns him like when you put a towel over a cat.

So Ron just walking out into the backyard with Jake trying to wriggle out of Ron’s hold before he eventually just gives up and just hangs there.

Jake is well behaved the rest of the night.

Merlin days later asking Ron how he got Jake to behave that night and Ron just showing him a video of someone doing air jail to a cat and being like “this, air jail. He’s basically a cat so this”.

[empiredesimparte]

Promotion of the Officer Cadets of the Imperial Navy from the Naval Academy, Year 230

Article from Point Royal magazine: All the latest news on the world's royal families

Napoleon V, the Emperor at the Heart of the Imperial Navy Amid the splendor of the Empire, a majestic maritime adventure unfolds! In a historic image, Emperor Napoleon V, a young sovereign in pursuit of excellence, proudly stands at the center of the Imperial Navy officer cadet class. Donning the prestigious navy-blue uniform, he embodies the dynasty’s ideals of leadership and duty. Unlike a distant ruler, His Imperial Majesty undergoes the same rigorous training as his fellow cadets, sharing their daily life without privilege. Yet, can an emperor truly step away from his realm? In a bold and modern gesture, Napoleon V has entrusted the Empire to his wife, Empress-Regent Charlotte, demonstrating the perfect harmony of their reign. Following in the footsteps of Napoleon IV and his predecessors, the Emperor immerses himself in military life—not as supreme commander, but as an ordinary student. This historic cohort at the Naval Academy will forever be remembered for hosting an Emperor in its ranks and for embodying, even briefly, the perfect unity between Crown and Nation. Beyond the symbolism, this moment reflects a long-standing tradition. Napoleon I saw the navy as a strategic tool for Europeansim domination, while Napoleon III modernized the fleet to compete with maritime powers. Under his rule, the Imperial Navy underwent a radical transformation, adopting ironclad warships. Today, this passion for the sea lives on in Napoleon V, who seeks to prove himself in the field, training alongside future officers. In this defining chapter of modern history, His Majesty shows that one can be both Emperor and a brother-in-arms. This striking image will leave a lasting impression and may even inspire future generations. Without a doubt, this year of naval training will shape not only the man but also the sovereign he is destined to become.

By Stéphane Bernard.

⚜ Promotion des élèves-officiers de la Marine Impériale de l'Ecole Navale, An 230

Article du magazine Point royal, toute l'actualité sur les familles royales du monde :

Napoléon V, l’Empereur au cœur de la Marine Impériale Sous les ors de l’Empire, un souffle d’aventure maritime s’élève avec majesté ! C’est une image qui restera gravée dans l’histoire : l’Empereur Napoléon V, jeune souverain en quête d’excellence, pose fièrement au centre de la promotion des élèves-officiers de la Marine Impériale. Un rêve d’enfant devenu réalité, alors qu’il endosse l’uniforme et se fond parmi ses camarades pour une année de formation exigeante. Revêtu du prestigieux uniforme bleu marine, l’Empereur incarne tout ce que la dynastie impériale a toujours voulu symboliser : l’alliance du commandement et du service, du pouvoir et du devoir. Aujourd’hui, Sa Majeste Impériale se plie aux exigences d’une formation rigoureuse, aux mêmes disciplines que ses condisciples, partageant leur quotidien sans passe-droit. Mais un souverain peut-il vraiment s’absenter ? C’est là toute la singularité de cette année impériale : Napoléon V a pris la décision hautement symbolique de confier l’Empire à son épouse, l’Impératrice-régente Charlotte. Une passation temporaire qui témoigne d’une modernité assumée et d’un couple impérial en parfaite harmonie. Tout comme feu l'Empereur Napoléon IV et ses prédécesseurs, Napoléon V est pleinement immergé dans la vie militaire, non pas en tant que chef suprême des armées, mais comme simple élève. Cette promotion entrera sans nul doute dans les annales de l'Ecole, non seulement parce qu’elle aura vu passer un Empereur dans ses rangs, mais aussi parce qu’elle aura incarné, le temps d’une formation, l’union parfaite entre la Couronne et la Nation. Mais au-delà du symbole, cette photographie officielle illustre un engagement profond, une tradition que les souverains bonapartistes ont su faire perdurer depuis deux siècles. Si Napoléon Ier avait fait de la marine un outil stratégique dans son ambition de dominer l’Europesim, son neveu Napoléon III, lui, comprit l’importance cruciale du développement d’une flotte moderne face aux puissances maritimes rivales. C’est sous son règne que la Marine Impériale entama une véritable mutation, s’industrialisant et adoptant les premiers cuirassés en fer. Une passion pour la mer qui trouve aujourd’hui un nouvel écho en la personne de Napoléon V, décidé à se forger sur le terrain, au sein même de l’École Navale. En véritable souverain de son temps, Sa Majesté écrit ici une nouvelle page de l'histoire moderne, montrant que l’on peut être Empereur et frère d’armes au combat. Une image qui marquera les esprits et, qui sait, inspirera peut-être les générations futures. Nul doute que cette année d’apprentissage en haute mer marquera Napoléon V, façonnant non seulement l’homme, mais aussi le souverain qu’il est appelé à devenir.

Par Stéphane Bernard

[caystar13star]

Army is really upping the trash talk for the game today 😂😂

[namelessprince]

i love how grizzly describes cedric as a boy or as a child. he completed navy training. hes IN the navy. and he describes him like this to CHIP of all people! chips probably only like 6 months- a year older than him!!

[fivelila]

Lila's dress - Old Navy [ig] from Bracelet scene [S04E05]

[nando161mando]

AP:

⭕️The US Navy is locked in combat with a shadowy, Iran-backed rebel group based in Yemen.

⭕️The US-led campaign against the Houthis has turned into the most intense running sea battle the Navy has faced since World War II.

⭕️Cmdr. Eric Blomberg with the USS Laboon: “I don’t think people really understand just kind of how deadly serious it is what we’re doing and how under threat the ships continue to be."

⭕️All signs suggest the warfare will intensify — putting US sailors, their allies and commercial vessels at more risk.

[pastasilly]

decided to redesign kate blake’s pirate outfit too!!

[heirofazure]

The Chimaera Officer's Club - 1

Summary: The ISD Chimaera's crew is granted liberty (shore-time leave) on Coruscant while the ship undergoes routine inspections. When Commodore Thrawn decides to join First Officer Faro and Lieutenant Commander Vanto for a wild night out, they realize they have no idea what they've gotten themselves into. Will this be the end of their careers or a night to remember?

“Yes, yes, and- wait, yes!” First Officer Karyn Faro exclaimed, slumping into a command chair after docking the monstrosity known as the ISD Chimaera at the Imperial Navy Yard. She would often forget the size of the Imperial Star Destroyer until it needed to be docked, and especially when it needed to be docked on Coruscant. The logistical nightmare of it all had been draining, and even the final anchoring procedure had required surgical precision.

Lieutenant Commander Eli Vanto let out a whistle of amusement while scrolling on his data pad, “Commander Faro, I know you’ve been looking forward to our liberty, but have you even figured out where we’re going out to eat? Unless you plan on eating at the mess hall again…”

Faro looked up at him, a scowl on her face as she said, “Enlighten me, Eli, as to why I need to know where we’re eating when we didn’t even know we had liberty until 15 hours ago?” 

Vanto scoffed. “There is no way you just referred to me by my first name. You really are excited, huh?” he asked, mischief glittering in his eyes. 

“Of course! Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been out of this bridge, let alone this ship?” said Faro, slowly rising to her feet with lingering exhaustion. She would have to forgo her usual rest period to take advantage of their brief window of freedom. Absolutely nothing would ruin this for her crew. They had needed this reprieve for over seven standard weeks.

She began pacing as she considered their options out loud, “We could have one of those fancy Coruscanti six-course meals, or Umbaran cocktails with small bites. We might even be able to sneak some snacks with us on the way back.” 

Vanto chuckled, entering the search terms for coruscant air taxi and local nightlife into his data pad. It was nice to see Faro excited about anything for a change. For the past few weeks, they had been chasing pirates, recovering stolen goods, and busting would-be smugglers across the galaxy. They had been successful, but Faro was still getting used to Thrawn’s way of doing things, and everyone knew that the Commodore was an acquired taste. Vanto could detect that Faro wasn’t used to placing her blind trust in a senior officer. Considering the amount of backstabbing that occurred within the ranks of the Imperial Navy, he was hesitant to do the same.

But Thrawn was different. They were all still alive because of his resourcefulness. That was rare in a Navy that went through conscripts like there were more being born each day. While other commanding officers treated their subordinates as chopped tipyip that should mindlessly follow orders, Thrawn encouraged discussion and ideas. It was enough to make any new officer somewhat suspicious of his intentions, but Vanto knew better.

“Hey, how about we take an air taxi to the Tian District and see what’s going on over there? There’s a market with intergalactic specialties, whatever that means, and some sort of fancy art fair.” Vanto said, zooming in on the pictures to show Faro.

“Art fair?” 

The voice came from the direction of the turbolifts at the rear of the bridge. Faro and Vanto’s heads snapped in that direction to see Commodore Thrawn heading their way, an eyebrow arched in question as he said, “Commander Vanto, I was not aware this was an appropriate time to consider perusing through art displays.”

Vanto’s face flushed red with embarrassment as he realized he was openly discussing leisure activities, as all other bridge personnel were still doing systems checks. Faro stood at attention, nervously glancing between him and Thrawn.

“My apologies, sir.” He said, his eyes barely able to look at the Chiss’ red ones appraising him, “I was just trying to make sure Commander Faro would have a nice time this evening after all of her hard work.”

Faro stared daggers at him, her expression turning incredulous as she realized he had used her as an excuse. Eli winced, hoping she wouldn’t beat him to a pulp during their tactics training in two days.

Thrawn’s eyes slid to Faro, his gaze softening as he said, “Is everything alright, Commander?” 

Faro swallowed, her eyes still nervously darting between Thrawn and Vanto. “Y-yes, sir. The Chimaera has been successfully docked, and maintenance should be arriving in an hour to commence an exterior inspection of the hull. All personnel have been notified of their liberty allowance period, and shifts have been confirmed to ensure there is no lapse in operations,” she said, the words leaving her mouth at hyperspeed.

Vanto noticed the corners of Thrawn’s mouth quirk slightly as he said, “Very good, Commander. However, I was not inquiring as to the status of the ship, but rather how you are doing?”

Faro’s eyes widened as she nervously shifted from one leg to the other. “I-I’m ah, I am…yes.” she said, stuttering as she attempted to form a reply. Vanto cupped his hand over his mouth and chuckled, not being able to hold back as he watched the most squared away officer in the entire Imperial Navy fumble for words as if she had never answered a question before. Faro glared at him, and her cheeks turned pink as she crossed her arms. Even Thrawn couldn’t help smiling, but he nodded his head towards her and said, “My apologies if I startled you.” 

“Not at all, sir. To be completely honest, I’m not used to superiors even caring about our wellbeing.” Faro said, looking up at him with slight suspicion. Vanto couldn’t suppress the giggle that emanated from his throat, earning him another well-deserved scowl. Oh, he was definitely getting a bruise in 48 hours.

Thrawn glanced at him briefly and cleared his throat. Vanto did his best to lock down his amusement at watching Faro flounder, and said, “Actually, sir, we’re considering using our liberty to head to the Tian District. It’s only about 15 minutes from here via air taxi, and we should be back before the shift change.” He beamed at Faro, who still looked as if she wanted to take his data pad and use it as a projectile.

“That sounds lovely. I recall us visiting that area during our time in the Imperial Academy, Commander Vanto,” Thrawn said. “Would your outing party be able to accommodate an additional member?”

Faro arched an eyebrow, her expression puzzled as she said, “Of course, sir. But who will be joining us?” She most likely assumed it was some sort of minder, and Vanto didn’t blame her for thinking that way. Imperial Security Bureau agents crawled through the city-planet like vermin, surveilling civilians and military personnel alike. Thrawn was probably just trying to make sure they didn’t do anything to jeopardize their careers in one night. 

 As Vanto’s gaze focused on the Commodore, he realized that Thrawn looked taken back by Faro’s response. Now Vanto and Faro had the advantage of watching their commanding officer work through an awkward pause as he searched for the right words to say. Vanto felt his hands get clammy, and he made eye contact with Faro, who looked to be equally as anxious. Who was Thrawn trying to send to tag along with them?

A nervous feeling snaked through Vanto’s stomach as he prayed to whatever Coruscanti gods listening that Thrawn did not force them to take Ensign Sargos Ieni. He was known for his strange behavior, and Vanto was sure that as much as he wanted to be the friendly mentor, he’d probably end up somewhat violated if they took that kid along. And that was only if Faro didn’t dump him in a Navy Yard sewage vat first.

Thrawn looked at the bridge floor. “Actually, I was wondering if I could join you both,” he said, his voice barely more than a murmur. Vanto looked over at Faro, who seemed to be frozen in shock. The Commodore Thrawn wanted to leave the Chimaera for a night of fun and debauchery? A night of excessive spending and questionable shopping choices? Even Vanto was speechless. They both looked at Thrawn, and he glanced at them both, assuming his usual demeanor as he said, “Is that improper?”

Faro opened her mouth to speak but closed it abruptly. Vanto realized he once again had to save the day. “It’s not improper, sir. We’re just surprised you want to tag along. But we’d be delighted if you joined us! It’ll be a great time, isn’t that right, Commander?” he said, gifting Faro a toothy grin while wiggling his eyebrows. The tactician, the analyst, and the enforcer. What could go wrong?

Faro only stared at him, and then glanced around, assessing the slowly emptying bridge as the crew prepared for their liberty period.  She returned her gaze to Thrawn and said, “You’re not a lightweight, right?” 

Vanto felt the floor beneath him vanish, and his jaw dropped in shock. Did Faro just ask their commanding officer if he was a lightweight? This couldn’t be real. Thrawn looked at Faro with a degree of confusion. “Pardon me, Commander, but what does that mean?” he said. He glanced at Vanto. “May you translate?” he asked.

Vanto wanted to make a mad dash for the turbolift, but was pinned to his spot only because he could not bear leaving the area before seeing what came of this. Was he being nosy? Affirmative. Did he care? Negative. Regardless, Faro looked determined to get an answer, and not an ounce of embarrassment radiated from her. Was this her way of testing Thrawn? 

“Of course, sir. Lightweight is…likureesensib,” Vanto said, doing his best to keep a straight face. Thrawn’s eyes flared with shock, and he pivoted to directly face Faro. “Lightweight,” Thrawn said, savoring the word as he pronounced each syllable. “Why exactly is that in question, First Officer?”

Faro sighed, weariness blanketing her features as she realized who she was speaking to. “Sir, we like to have a good time. It’s been seven weeks since I’ve been able to have some semblance of freedom, and I don’t want to have to put a damper on the fun. Or call it a night and return early while dragging you back to the med-bay,” Faro said, her expression somewhat apologetic. “Forgive me if I was too frank, Commodore. I meant no offence.” 

Vanto held his breath as he watched the Commodore’s red eyes narrow while processing his First Officer’s response. For a few tense seconds, Thrawn continued to ponder while his thumb rested under his chin, an arm braced around his abdomen. Faro quickly stole a look at Vanto, panic blooming in her eyes. This was it. Thrawn was about to demonstrate the authority he seldom used, and Faro would be his victim.

Eli opened his mouth to apologize on her behalf when suddenly, Thrawn said, “Who is to say you will not be the one needing anti-inebriation therapy from the medical bay?”

Faro stared at him, dumbfounded. “Excuse me, sir?”

Thrawn lifted his chin, his expression menacing as he said, “I thought I prepared you for tactical situations better than this, Commander. You assume I have the alcohol tolerance of a human, and therefore the weakness of a human liver.” He leaned down towards her, a sinful smile gracing his lips as he said, “You have made a grave mistake, First Officer Faro. To defeat an enemy, you must know them.”

Faro shuddered, now realizing what she was up against. Vanto pitied her, but quickly pressed his lips together to avoid howling with laughter.

Thrawn smiled knowingly at Vanto as he said, “Commander Vanto, arrange for an air taxi to retrieve us in an hour. Let us show Commander Faro a��good time.” He began to turn towards the turbolifts when he came to a sudden pause, and angled his face towards Faro. His eyes glowed with anticipation as he said, “Let us discover who the true lightweight is.”

“Yes, sir,” Vanto said, fighting for his life to look down at his datapad and complete the order. This was about to be the night of a lifetime.

Thrawn turned and resumed his walk to the turbolifts, leaving a shellshocked Faro and Vanto to look at one another with the same giddy apprehension.

“Vanto, was that a challenge? Am I going to regret this?” Faro said, still in awe of what had just transpired. Although she wore a tight smile, her voice betrayed her anxiety. She clasped her hands behind her back to avoid Vanto seeing what he presumed was trembling.

Vanto chuckled nervously as he said, “The Chiss do not make idle boasts or promises. We’re so screwed.”

And so, the adventures of The Chimaera Officer’s Club begin! Will the crew get lit or die trying? Find out next time!

Also, I love hearing from readers, so feel free to leave comments or memes! :)

[treadthatfineline]

I've started writing a story about Pete going to the Academy, but since my OCD won't let me take liberties with the facts, I'm overwhelmed with information about life at USNA and I don't think I'll be getting any work done anytime soon. I'm thinking of writing a post to help other people writing about the Navy Academy. Hopefully that will cure my obsession with this particular idea.

[preblesboys]

Annapolis Naval displays