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Maverick (circa.1988), storming into the Top Gun base instructor lounge, stalking over to slam his hands down on the table infront of Iceman Kazansky.

Mav: Alright Kazansky what your fricking problem????

Ice, staring up at Mav with confusion and a little bit of heat: The hell you talking about Mitchell??

Mav: Just that. What's your probelme?? Huh? What with all the goodamn accusing and the staring?? I mean seriously, even when I'm talking to Charlie, you can't just mind you own business!! You always think I'm up to something! I can't even take a goddamn shower in peace!

Ice: ......

Mav: Like seriously, just stop and tell me what the problem is? Why are you so suspicious of me?? Seriously I can't even pick a pen up off the floor without you staring hole in my back for it. What gives?!?!

Ice, who was actually staring a bit further south that Mavs back when he bent down to puck that pen up off the floor: uhhhhh.......

Slider, losing his whole goddamn mind in the corner, thanking Goose and God that Ices pining and assholery behaviour have come back to bite him on the ass in the form of a tiny, fiery and very handsome twink shortstack that Ice is head over heels for: *faint wheezing*

Ice: *error 404, Iceman not found*

Slider, after Mav pisses him off yet again: The only thing keeping me from running away and hiding from society for the rest of my life is spite. I could disappear forever, but there are some bitches (cough maverick cough) whose downfalls I have yet to witness, and I wanna be around when that happens.

Ya'll i want to write a Topgun Fanfic, based on the short story 'The Things They Carried," but I'm not quite sure what all of them would bring. I know that Mav would have goose's dog tags (ignoring the scene where he throws the out over the ocean), and he would probably have some polaroids and letters from Ice, but Im not sure what else.

Ya'll have any ideas? or ideas for things ice can carry?

if someone says they dont want to be touched

dont touch them

dont fucking touch them

actually dont touch them

dont continue to fucking touch them after they make it clear they are uncomfortable

THIS ISNT FUCKING HARD DONT FUCKING TOUCH THEM

OH MY GOD I LVOE THIS. THIS IS AMAIZGN

Hi TG Fandom!

I love thinking about an AU where: Pete Mitchell is eight years old and used to being bounced around from foster home to orphanage to group home to foster home. An eight-year-old Pete who is scrappy and world-savvy and angry, just imagine a Maverick before he's Maverick — all that Maverick-ness balled up in this pint-sized Pillsbury biscuit can of whoop-ass. He runs the show wherever he goes with his loud mouth and sense of righteous fury. 

But then there's this new boy at the group home, this chubby nine-year-old blond boy with broken glasses held together with duct-tape and a big sweater with patches that covers his hands and half his face. He doesn't talk and spends most of the day hiding in his bed or reading an old Chemistry textbook that he brought from wherever he came from. Pete doesn't get him, thinks he's weird and the fact that the boy always looks so scared makes his tummy feel squirmy. 

So, he starts to sit next to Blondie, shares his food — basically the only thing of value he has, and starts talking, and talking, and talking and talking if only to fill up all the space that Blondie doesn't with his own words. Eventually, Blondie starts scooting closer to Pete, leans against him and starts to talk in a small whisper that only Pete can hear. 

Blondie’s name is Tommy. 

They grow up together in that group home, they bond to each other in a way they've never bonded to anyone else. They make plans to get out and join the Navy together one day, to fly; and they promise to never be apart or alone again.

Then Tommy gets adopted. 

Pete cries; Tommy screams. They might be teenagers now but it takes three men to get them to pry their hands off of each other. Tommy gets carried down the hallway howling, hands outstretched, yelling louder than Pete’s ever heard him speak before. Suddenly, the world is meaner and colder than it has ever been before and all he has left of his Blondie is that same scuffed up Chemistry textbook and a pair of broken glasses.

Pete runs away that night, glasses in his pocket and that heavy book stuffed into his backpack, but he never finds Tommy again… he finds Nicky Bradshaw instead. 

He starts to move on from the hope of ever seeing Tommy again… until Top Gun and Animal Night at the O Club, when Pete catches sight of the first boy he’s ever loved, hiding with shades on and a vodka glass in his hand, instead of a patchy sweater and a Chemistry textbook. 

Pete’s still a pint-sized Pillsbury biscuit can of whoop-ass and the world has changed them both into new people…

But when Iceman comes at him with bravado and snapping teeth, stinking of the alcohol that used to scare him when he was Tommy, regaling Maverick with tales of a father who loved a bottle more than him…

Pete reaches up to slip a little boy’s pair of broken glasses onto the blond’s face with a gentle, “Hi, Blondie.”

And Iceman crumbles away, leaving a crying Tommy in his place.

“Pete.”

He still says it the same way, like he's saying home.

That is so adrian core,,,,,

AITA (19M) for running away the night of my coronation and left my younger brother (16M) to take over? I was really stressed about my dad dying but now i think i might have been a bit selfish.

(omg finally not a topgun post)

if you're trying to get into the head of your story's antagonist, try writing an "Am I the Asshole" reddit post from their perspective, explaining their problems and their plans for solving them. Let the voice and logic come through.

that’s the only thing i gathered from the movie btw

ahh????? i fucking love this????

Sorry that its kind of a long post, too tired to figure out why the ‘read more’ thingie isn’t working :’3

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occasional posts from users

Being trans is not special or fun.

You need dysphoria to be trans.

Being cisgender is great.

Being trans is not your aesthetic.

Truscum/transmeds are the only ones who really care about trans people.

Hopefully, people like Skye are still a minority. If you have gender dysphoria, I hope you will be alright. You can always talk to me if you feel bad

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