Ice: What's wrong with you? Mav: Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of paternal affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression.
What if...
there is a Topgun/Olympics crossover enemies to lovers AU in which
Mav and Goose are the US team, and Ice and Slider are on some other team. (Maybe play into the Polish Iceman headcanons and make them be on the Polish team? IDK) .
They go head to head in the finals, and things get a bit hot ;)
Mav: I dare you to marry me.
Ice: No. I'm not falling for that idiot.
Mav: Then I win.
Ice: What? No you don’t. I’ll marry the hell out of you. You’re officially my husband now. You can’t beat me like that.
I think i would cry from the sheer chaos. Way too much sexual tension between Hangster. I wouldn't mind Bob or Nat tho.
(also, if that photo has multiple fictional characters, all of the fictional characters in that photo will be your roomates.)
(sorry if you don't like this content, I just saw one of those "fictional character in photo roll" posts, and thought I would make one.)
i love this so much. I mean, it's not my personal headcanon, but that doesn't mean that i would not read the SHIT out of a fanfic like this.
Hi TG Fandom!
@xtherainbowconnectionx mentioned Texan Ice to me and I cannot get him out of my head.
Just, a Tom Kazansky who was raised out in Nowhere, Texas and didn't really wear shoes until he was old enough for school.
An Ice who was called Junie or Junior growing up and the only son of a bullfighter and a barrel racer who fell in love at the local Rodeo.
Maybe he was the only child of a mother who died too soon, died bringing him into the world too early because it was 1959 and they lived so far from town. He was small and pink and Tom Kazansky Sr. was so desperate that he popped his newborn son in a basket and put him in the oven to keep him warm.
He gives his name to that little boy because it’s all he has to give, a name from a place he's never been and the deed to his dead Mama’s farm.
I need a Tom Senior who tries so hard but doesn't understand his son. Ice has dreams of flying and something beyond sorghum fields and Tom Senior loves his son with all his heart but doesn't really know him. He didn't know his own Daddy beyond the buckle of a belt. He raised his son with all the goodness he could muster.
He doesn't want his little boy to go to a place that he can't protect him and the only thing he knows about the military is the boys who didn't come home from ‘Nam.
He can't vocalize his fears though, so he tells his boy not to come back without a chest full of metals and golden wings.
Then he cries in his barn with no company but the stars.
Ice comes home with a loudmouthed boy who is small and wiry and reminds Tom Senior of himself — running away to the Rodeo to fight bulls that were less scary than his own drunk of a daddy.
He loves his boy, who is the sun that rises and sets, the thing that Tom Senior’s world revolves around. But there is no poetry in their life and he's just a man, but he opens the door wide enough to usher both men inside.
“Y’all can bunk down in Junior’s room. It’s mighty fine to me.”
It’s love, in the only way Tom Senior can express it.
Just — Texan Ice is giving me feelings.
DO YOU GUYS KNOW WHAT THE FONT ON HANGMAN'S HELMET IS??
IT'S CALLED BRADLEY
IT. IS. CALLED. BRADLY.
AS IN BRADLY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW
IS THIS SOME KIND OF HANGSTER HINT??
my back hurts, my head feels like a brick, is this really worth it?
bradly is the fucking definition of a Nepo baby. His nepo-baby-ness puts all the other nepo babies to shame
they hate me cuz my daddy is rich
Merlin: Slider, keep an eye on Mav today. They're going to say something to the wrong person and get punched. Slider: Sure, I'd love to see Mav getting punched. Ice: Try again. Slider, sighing: I will try to stop Mav from getting punched.