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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
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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 đ. Until I was on my friend account and messaged them that i was not a robot or a tween girl đ)
I am SOOOO bad at spelling that even autocorrect cant help me
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I am a sophomore in university
my favorite color is blue ( i know its basic but its cause i luv to swim)
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Top Gun Maverick HCs
Writers note: am obsessed with this movie and iâll 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.
âAy hang!â âJakey!â âJacobâ âJohn!â âJohnathan!â âJamesâ
Just any J-name.Â
Hangman has started responding to any J-name.
You call him Justin, he will respond.
Everyone who isnât in the âfriendâ group does not know Hangmanâs real name.
Itâs a mystery, and the crew abuse this a lot.Â
If you ask them theyâll 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 yâall ever think that Bob got the callsign because of the minion Bob?Â
Like⌠it would make sense?
He has the vibes man.
i am not immune to a brunette with sad eyes

âYou can be my wingman any time.â
âBull****! You can be mine.â
âOh, but you see, Kazansky,â the boy looks down at him and smiles. Engulfed by the honey-gold haze of a sharp summer sun, the sweetest, most reckless thing heâs ever seen. âI am dangerous!â
And thereâs something about that smile, guilelessly fluttering across his flushed face like a hummingbird taking flight, that digs into Tomâs chest like the gentlest of knives. Cleaves its way between his ribs.
Fills his heart with light.
Itâs 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 mightâve 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, wouldnât sit right with his conscience.
Knows that thereâs no reason why Mrs Mitchell should be so intent on finding her son a match at such short notice, especially when heâs so young. (Especially when she doesnât seem like one of those parents that unfortunately, arenât 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 theyâre staring him in the face: the thinly-veiled distress in Mrs Mitchellâs dull green eyes; the worn dress shirt thatâs almost two sizes too big for Pete â 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 isnât 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 youâve known them your entire life. A quiet sense of belonging settles in your bones, and you realize youâd do anything to keep them happy and secure.
âI lost my father to a war, Tom,â he whispers, heat pressing down on his shoulders, burning the inside of his ribs, slamming into the pit of his roiling stomach. âI know flyingâs dangerous. Better than most people, Iâd think.â
And he sees it then. The purple sun rising across the horizon. Its faint light glancing across the slope of Dadâs brow, catching in his close-cropped hair, bouncing off his wide grin. Sees Dadâs 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.
âWhy do you want to be a naval aviator?â
Despite himself, he reaches out a tentative hand and touches Tomâs cool cheek. Brushes his fingertips down the slope of his strong jaw, wishing he could banish the stress from his expression.
Tomâs hands still, then crumple into tight fists as his eyes harden into pools of ice.
âI want to serve my country. Be a part of something bigger than myself. Honor my familyââ Tom says, and thatâs it, isnât it? Itâs that simple.
âThen why is it that I canât do the same for my country? For my family?â he interrupts, knowing that Tom has to see reason now. That itâs all so very simple when you put your mind to it. âDonât you see, Tom? If my father was here today. If he was alive⌠he wouldâve been so proud of me.â
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 wouldnât even be here.
Thereâs 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.
Tomâs silent for several seconds, his eyes dark, almost black in the dim light of their bedroom. âI think if your father was here today, he wouldnât want his only child to fly in active combat. To risk getting shot down, or captured, or killed.â
The rings on his left hand feel a lot heavier than they did an hour ago, like they weigh a thousand tons each. Like theyâre rusted metal chains shackling him to the cold, lifeless ground.
âYou keep talking as though weâre actually at war,â Pete says. Youâve no idea what Dad wouldâve wanted for me, Pete thinks. You didnât know him. You donât even know me. Not really. âThe Cold Warâs practically over.â
âI guess we should write Brezhnev, then. Wonder how long itâll take them to tear down the Iron Curtain now that youâve declared the Warâs over.â Tom deadpans, his voice flatter than Peteâs ever heard it. Unwavering gaze flickering down to his belly before settling on his tear-stained face. âYou know this isnât just about the Cold War, Pete. As long as weâve had history, there has been combat. We arenât going to enter an era of world peace just because our military has started commissioning omegas.â
âYouâre being a hypocrite. You do realize that, donât you?â Nausea burns the pit of his stomach. Punishing and hot. His chest aches like someoneâs taken a sledgehammer to it, ragged breaths rapidly burning his insides. âYou stand there and talk about the dangers and unpredictability of war when youâre fully prepared to serve in one, if and when duty calls. Iâm 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 meââ
âI 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,â Tom bites out. His expressionâs a mask but Pete can see the carefully-restrained fear in his eyes. An emotion so out of place on Tomâs face, it almost stuns him speechless. âSay you get shot down over enemy lines one day. Say you donât 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 omegaâŚâ
âWhat are you saying?â
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 heâs slowly being ground into dust. These days, it always feels that way.
How much worse could it get?
âPlease, donât make me spell it out for you,â Tom whispers, somehow instinctively knowing that Pete doesnât understand. That he hasnât thought about getting shot down. About getting captured. Getting killed.
âEveryoneâs gotta die someday, right?â 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 heâs 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 lifeâs over already. Than not being where you want to be.
Even if it doesnât feel that way.
âI could die five months from now. Or in five years. Or fifty. Thatâs 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 growâŚâ
I want all of the same things you do.
âAnd I want all of those things for you. I want you to study. I donât 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 weâd do everything your wayââ Tom pauses for a moment. Weighs what heâs about to say next. Seems like he doesnât want to say it but soldiers on anyway, jaw set in a tense line. âBut you need to stop chasing ghosts, Pete.â
Something cold and heavy swoops up from Peteâs belly. Settles on his chest. Presses hard against his ribs.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
The heavy feeling worsens. Squeezes his lungs. Sharp and unkind. Almost like heâs cracked a rib.
âI think you do.â Tomâs 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 arenât meant for Pete. âYou donât need to join the Navy to make your life matter. You donât need to seek validation in what you think your father wouldâve wanted for youââ
âFuck you.â His stomach wrenches and he presses his hands over his abdomen, struggling not to vomit. It takes him a moment to realize that heâs 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. âFuck you, Tom.â
Because thatâs his father. Thatâs his life. His dreams Tomâs talking about so callously. Dismissing like Peteâs just a lost little child who doesnât know right from wrong. Doesnât know what he wants. Who doesnât know himself.
âYeah, fuck me.â Tom sucks in a breath. His next exhale a little bit sharper. A lot less steady. He stares down at Peteâs bloodless fingers still clutching the flat of his belly, before looking up and meeting his eyes. Wistful and angry and resigned. âBut thatâs how we got ourselves into this situation. Didnât we, Pete?â
I am craving rooster x reader but a boxing au
Idk y but itâs driving me insane
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âWatch the birdie!â âGeez ,I crack myself upâ I was going through my files and totally forgot about this drawing! I like how it came out đđ . . . . . . !!! I really liked this scene!!! #topgun #topgunmaverick #topgunmovie #fanart #art #myart #medibang https://www.instagram.com/p/CfXnKKzpjSZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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
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
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
"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."
"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?
i am in awe at the talent needed to make this


Top Gun sketches! âď¸
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?






this is what you all have been training for. come home safely.
top gun: maverick (2022)