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1 year ago

My Masterlist of Masterlists

But before you go reading get to know me first:

My user name origins from my reading orgins of the first three ful series that i ever owned, the harry potter series, divergents series, and the twilight series

I am a Multi-Stan K-pop group

I love listening to music so def send me requests :) ;)

I enjoy watching K-Dramas- at some point i put a list of what i have watched (It is very long)

I am 18+ so plz don't block me (this has happned before and it was by a writer that was halfway thru a SMAU and i couldn't read the rest of it 😭. Until I was on my friend account and messaged them that i was not a robot or a tween girl 😭)

I am SOOOO bad at spelling that even autocorrect cant help me

If you have any recs give a DM? Message? Idk just send it over my way ( i would love to read them)

I am a sophomore in university

my favorite color is blue ( i know its basic but its cause i luv to swim)

❤️❤️❤️LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANNA BECOME MUTALS ❤️❤️❤️

Enhypen

Riize

TXT

Straykids

TopGun

NCT

BTS

BND

SVT


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2 years ago

Top Gun Maverick HCs

Writers note: am obsessed with this movie and i’ll be watching the OG movie soon so !!!!

Phoenix is one of the shortest of the group. (not really a hc just a fact)

Because of that Rooster and or Hangman just use her as an armrest.

Fanboy got his name because he once got hella drunk and just started spewing out facts about a random show/movie/book.

Rooster will call Hangman by anything but his name.

“Ay hang!” “Jakey!” “Jacob” “John!” “Johnathan!” “James”

Just any J-name. 

Hangman has started responding to any J-name.

You call him Justin, he will respond.

Everyone who isn’t in the ‘friend’ group does not know Hangman’s real name.

It’s a mystery, and the crew abuse this a lot. 

If you ask them they’ll just give different responses.

Jake has a lot of siblings and is very proud of them.

Phoenix has a glare that could kill.

It would send shivers down peoples spine.

Not really a hc but do y’all ever think that Bob got the callsign because of the minion Bob? 

Like… it would make sense?

He has the vibes man.


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1 year ago

“Oh, but you see, Kazansky,” the boy looks down at him and smiles. Engulfed by the honey-gold haze of a sharp summer sun, the sweetest, most reckless thing he’s ever seen. “I am dangerous!”

And there’s something about that smile, guilelessly fluttering across his flushed face like a hummingbird taking flight, that digs into Tom’s chest like the gentlest of knives. Cleaves its way between his ribs.

Fills his heart with light.

It’s strange, how quickly it all happens. How startlingly unremarkable it really is. How Tom takes a deep breath, lets the faint wisps of warm vanilla sugar trickle down his too-dry throat, closes his eyes, and just knows: he might’ve entered this quaint house in the middle of nowhere with a firm plan in mind to destroy any chances his father had of securing a betrothal (even if that meant stooping low-enough to make a thirteen-year-old cry) but hurting Pete Mitchell in any shape or form, wouldn’t sit right with his conscience.

Knows that there’s no reason why Mrs Mitchell should be so intent on finding her son a match at such short notice, especially when he’s so young. (Especially when she doesn’t seem like one of those parents that unfortunately, aren’t all that uncommon in the Navy: who think their omega children have little value beyond the connections they can help forge via bonding and marriage.)

Recognizes dire straits when they’re staring him in the face: the thinly-veiled distress in Mrs Mitchell’s dull green eyes; the worn dress shirt that’s almost two sizes too big for Pete — that he was probably supposed to grow into several months ago, but never did; the stale scent of grief and pain that clings to even the most carefully-polished surface of their home.

Finds himself thinking that maybe, it isn’t all that strange. Maybe, he could spend the rest of his life with this boy. Finding out what makes him smile. What makes him laugh. What is his favorite dream to dream.

In the end, it all comes down to this: Sometimes, you meet a person and it feels like you’ve known them your entire life. A quiet sense of belonging settles in your bones, and you realize you’d do anything to keep them happy and secure.


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1 year ago

“I lost my father to a war, Tom,” he whispers, heat pressing down on his shoulders, burning the inside of his ribs, slamming into the pit of his roiling stomach. “I know flying’s dangerous. Better than most people, I’d think.”

And he sees it then. The purple sun rising across the horizon. Its faint light glancing across the slope of Dad’s brow, catching in his close-cropped hair, bouncing off his wide grin. Sees Dad’s face every time he got a perfect score on a test. Won a prize at the science fair. Outran every single one of his classmates.

Sees the warmth of pride, of happiness that lit up his eyes. Made them shine. Made Pete think that he could shine, too.

“Why do you want to be a naval aviator?”

Despite himself, he reaches out a tentative hand and touches Tom’s cool cheek. Brushes his fingertips down the slope of his strong jaw, wishing he could banish the stress from his expression.

Tom’s hands still, then crumple into tight fists as his eyes harden into pools of ice.

“I want to serve my country. Be a part of something bigger than myself. Honor my family—” Tom says, and that’s it, isn’t it? It’s that simple.

“Then why is it that I can’t do the same for my country? For my family?” he interrupts, knowing that Tom has to see reason now. That it’s all so very simple when you put your mind to it. “Don’t you see, Tom? If my father was here today. If he was alive… he would’ve been so proud of me.”

Pete hastily wipes the wetness rolling down his cheeks. Tastes the saltwater on his lips.

If he was here today. If Dad was alive. I wouldn’t even be here.

There’s stars dancing in front of his eyes, and he can make out each individual pin-prick of light. A dazzling, blistering white. Like Magnesium burning in the air with a brilliant, luminous flame.

Tom’s silent for several seconds, his eyes dark, almost black in the dim light of their bedroom. “I think if your father was here today, he wouldn’t want his only child to fly in active combat. To risk getting shot down, or captured, or killed.”

The rings on his left hand feel a lot heavier than they did an hour ago, like they weigh a thousand tons each. Like they’re rusted metal chains shackling him to the cold, lifeless ground.

“You keep talking as though we’re actually at war,” Pete says. You’ve no idea what Dad would’ve wanted for me, Pete thinks. You didn’t know him. You don’t even know me. Not really. “The Cold War’s practically over.”

“I guess we should write Brezhnev, then. Wonder how long it’ll take them to tear down the Iron Curtain now that you’ve declared the War’s over.” Tom deadpans, his voice flatter than Pete’s ever heard it. Unwavering gaze flickering down to his belly before settling on his tear-stained face. “You know this isn’t just about the Cold War, Pete. As long as we’ve had history, there has been combat. We aren’t going to enter an era of world peace just because our military has started commissioning omegas.”

“You’re being a hypocrite. You do realize that, don’t you?” Nausea burns the pit of his stomach. Punishing and hot. His chest aches like someone’s taken a sledgehammer to it, ragged breaths rapidly burning his insides. “You stand there and talk about the dangers and unpredictability of war when you’re fully prepared to serve in one, if and when duty calls. I’m supposed to live with the knowledge of not knowing when you might be sent off to combat. Deal with it as a part and parcel of my life. But God forbid, I ask you to do the same for me—”

“I shouldn't have to be the one to tell you that alphas and omegas would be taking on a very different set of risks going into active combat duty,” Tom bites out. His expression’s a mask but Pete can see the carefully-restrained fear in his eyes. An emotion so out of place on Tom’s face, it almost stuns him speechless. “Say you get shot down over enemy lines one day. Say you don’t go out in a blaze of glory as you might imagine… What then, Pete? Do you know what the prisoners of war lived through at Hanoi? Do you have any idea how bad it got for them? Imagine how much worse it could get for an omega…”

“What are you saying?”

Pain sparks through the base of his skull, making him drop his head down and press his clammy fingers to his brow. It feels as though he’s slowly being ground into dust. These days, it always feels that way.

How much worse could it get?

“Please, don’t make me spell it out for you,” Tom whispers, somehow instinctively knowing that Pete doesn’t understand. That he hasn’t thought about getting shot down. About getting captured. Getting killed.

“Everyone’s gotta die someday, right?” His throat hurts from the effort it takes not to cry. He closes his eyes. Thinks about his life. The seemingly endless hours spent at home alone. Doing laundry. Washing dishes. Dusting shelves. Throwing up until he’s sobbing from the relentless pain in his head. Thinks about the second line on his test. Bright pink and impossible to ignore.

About how maybe, there are worse things than death. Than being eighteen and feeling like your life’s over already. Than not being where you want to be.

Even if it doesn’t feel that way.

“I could die five months from now. Or in five years. Or fifty. That’s not upto me, Tom. Some things are just… out of our control. But what I can do is make my life matter. Make it worth something. I want to learn. I want to grow…”

I want all of the same things you do.

“And I want all of those things for you. I want you to study. I don’t care about how much it costs us, as long as you get to learn. I want to do things your way. When we got married, I promised myself we’d do everything your way—” Tom pauses for a moment. Weighs what he’s about to say next. Seems like he doesn’t want to say it but soldiers on anyway, jaw set in a tense line. “But you need to stop chasing ghosts, Pete.”

Something cold and heavy swoops up from Pete’s belly. Settles on his chest. Presses hard against his ribs.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The heavy feeling worsens. Squeezes his lungs. Sharp and unkind. Almost like he’s cracked a rib.

“I think you do.” Tom’s mouth twitches, and he looks away. Runs a hand across his tired face, looking much older than his twenty-one years. His Annapolis ring glints a caustic blue in the dim light. A potent reminder of all the things in the world that just aren’t meant for Pete. “You don’t need to join the Navy to make your life matter. You don’t need to seek validation in what you think your father would’ve wanted for you—”

“Fuck you.” His stomach wrenches and he presses his hands over his abdomen, struggling not to vomit. It takes him a moment to realize that he’s angry. To recognize the raw, painful thing lurking under his sternum. To give it a name. Tom takes a step towards him, concern flickering across his face, bleeding into his ice-cold eyes. And Pete leans away. Lets the tepid air rush in between them. “Fuck you, Tom.”

Because that’s his father. That’s his life. His dreams Tom’s talking about so callously. Dismissing like Pete’s just a lost little child who doesn’t know right from wrong. Doesn’t know what he wants. Who doesn’t know himself.

“Yeah, fuck me.” Tom sucks in a breath. His next exhale a little bit sharper. A lot less steady. He stares down at Pete’s bloodless fingers still clutching the flat of his belly, before looking up and meeting his eyes. Wistful and angry and resigned. “But that’s how we got ourselves into this situation. Didn’t we, Pete?”


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2 years ago

I am craving rooster x reader but a boxing au

Idk y but it’s driving me insane

Help


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3 years ago
Watch The Birdie! Geez ,I Crack Myself Up I Was Going Through My Files And Totally Forgot About This

“Watch the birdie!” “Geez ,I crack myself up” I was going through my files and totally forgot about this drawing! I like how it came out 😊😊 . . . . . . !!! I really liked this scene!!! #topgun #topgunmaverick #topgunmovie #fanart #art #myart #medibang https://www.instagram.com/p/CfXnKKzpjSZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=


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2 years ago

Togliti le manette del "per forza" e fa che la gente si innamori della tua ispirazione ☄️

Togliti Le Manette Del "per Forza" E Fa Che La Gente Si Innamori Della Tua Ispirazione


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10 months ago

True story

My parents, to me: Ok so you can pick the movie for tonight, but please let it not be......

Me: Pulls up Topgun

My parents, sighing:....... Topgun.

Me: maniacal grinning as i watch Topgun for the 5th time


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9 months ago

Why do i have so many 911 show shit on my tumblr for you page?? I've never watched an episode of this show in my life?? I'm so confused rn. Also, most of what i post is Top Gun related. Are there any Top Gun posts? No.

I have so many questions Tumblr


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9 months ago

Update:

I liked a few of my friend's posts and now my entire for you page is MCYT stuff. Like come on i haven't liked that in years give me back my top gun.

Why do i have so many 911 show shit on my tumblr for you page?? I've never watched an episode of this show in my life?? I'm so confused rn. Also, most of what i post is Top Gun related. Are there any Top Gun posts? No.

I have so many questions Tumblr


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9 months ago

*Stares at my topgun bookmarks*

I read way too much fanfiction.

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something


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9 months ago

"I want to BE one with the plane. Not just fly it, feel it's every move. Hear the roar of the Tomcat's engine deep within my soul. I want to BREATH the fumes of the fuel, let the power sink into my blood. I want to own this flying memory " -- Maverick, Probably.

Ice, done with this shit: "No Mav, I'm not letting you keep the damn F-14 that you crashed."


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9 months ago

"Close friends, bĐľsties, roommates, colleagues Anything but lovers History hates lovers Sidekicks, family, good pals, buddies Anything but lovers History hates lovers"

Someone tell me this doesn't fucking describe the "wingmen" thing between ice and mav. yes yes they are "wingmen". yes just very good friend who live together and spend every minute together. totally not in love. noooo why would they be?


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9 months ago

i am in awe at the talent needed to make this

Top Gun Sketches!
Top Gun Sketches!

Top Gun sketches! ✈️


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9 months ago

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?


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