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At 7:06 is gonna be all of us in March.

(Was just watching this today and when I saw it I started laughing way too much).

Im literally just making this for myself so i remebr it

Steve/Bucky [Captain America]

Unrated - Teen

Mature

Explicit Pt. 1

Explicit Pt. 2

Series

Billy/Teddy [Young Avengers]

General - Mature

Explicit & Series

Andrew/Neil [All For the Game]

Unrated & Series

General & Teen

Mature

Explicit

Steve/Eddie [Stranger Things]

All Ratings & Series

Jack/Bitty [Check, Please!]

Unrated & General

Teen & Mature

Explicit & Series

James Bond/Q [James Bond]

General

Teen

Mature

Explicit

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon [BBC Merlin]

General & Series

Teen

Mature

Explicit Pt. 1

Explicit Pt. 2

Alex/Henry [Red, White & Royal Blue]

All Ratings

Ghost/Soap [Call of Duty: Modern Warfare]

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Miscellaneous Fandoms/Ships

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Breaking news: Tom Cruise is tinier then previously suspected

All these years I have been so wrong about the real size of fighter jets

IS THIS SHIT FROM WIND IN THE WILLOWS?? LITERALLY BEST FUCKING BOOK EVER

Life if bro lived close by

it’s my birthdayyy here’s old man icemav to celebrate🤍

Mav: If you don't stop talking, I'm going to jump out of that window. Ice: ...We're on the 5th floor. Mav: I know but I want a dramatic exit.

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE ALL YOU LITTLE FUCKS

Anyway here's just an idea i had about the dagger ducklings and mavdad/Icepops. I feel like Ice prefers Christmas Eve to Christmas day. (I really really like the idea of Ice being Jewish and celebrating both Hanukkah and Christmas). Christmas Eve is when all of the ducklings (And flyboys) come over for a Christmas eve dinner. Ice cooks (obviously), and Mav gets in the way (again, obviously), and nobody would have it any other way. They always watch Charlie Brown Christmas, and Mav keeps trying to get them to watch Die Hard (because "Iceeeee it takes place during Christmas how is it not a Christmas movie). This has been a years-long debate in the Mitchell-Kazansky House. (For the record, Mav, Bradley, Pheonix, Fanboy, and Omaha are staunchly on the side arguing that is it, Everyone else does not agree).

They also exchange presents, because not all of the daggers will stay for Christmas day. (Mav gives the most elaborate presents)

my back hurts, my head feels like a brick, is this really worth it?

Ice: I’m in love with you. Mav: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork. Ice: I know. Mav: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

ADHD task paralysis is killing me rn. I hate how it feels to not be able to accomplish shit even tho I know it has to be done. Current example of this being that I have 10 weeks of missed english assignments, along with a 7 page research essay, due tonight. And I've spent the whole day scrolling through fanfics

Mav: The wee-woo thingy? Ice: THE FIRE ALARM!?

Mav goes ALL OUT for Christmas. YK those houses that have so many lights on them that you can't really see the house? All you can see are lights and moving blowups and animatronics? Yeah that's how Mav and Ice's house looks, courtesy of Mav and some of the dagger ducklings (Especially Bradly, who remembers putting everything up with Mav as a kid, and kind of considers it tradition) (I also think that Phoenix and Fanboy would go feral as well) (The rest of them sit with Ice on the porch, drinking Mulled Wine, or Hot chocolate in Bobs case, and watching the chaos unfold).

@theseuschats you got your happy christmas news already lololol

@theseuschats my bestie this is you and me. me listening to your IANB ramable (i love them never stop)

Most blessed type of fandom experience tbh

Ice: Mav, I beg of you. Please, PLEASE go to the doctor

Mav: Hey, I'm sorry- Is this OUR stab wound?

Mav: God won't let me die. Or get fired. Ice: I'm God.

uhhhh i think it may be time to do an about me?? Maybe?? Idk.

Anyway, Hi, it's nice to meet all of ya'll, my name is Ali.

I am female yippie

uhh I'm in college so i tend to be studying A LOT. (I'm currently working on a Major in Aerospace engineering, and i'm hoping to go into a career in test flight engineering :)

I LOVE LOVE LOVE Top gun, as evident by my posts, but I also like Sherlock (All forms: BBC, ACD, etc), Merlin, Newsies, PJO, and Dead Poet Society.

I also Like to Bake fancy shit, so i may post some of that eventually.

I'm also gay. so yeah.

(Also @theseuschats is my irl bestie so if you like Partkour civilization shit or just pretty writing, go check him out)

Can you Imagine the dagger ducklings during Christmas??? I bet Mav would get them all matching sweaters. SPECIFICALLY CUSTOMIZED MATCHING SWEATERS OH MY GOD AND ICE AND MAV WOULD HAVE LIKE. PARENT SWEATERS FOR AL OF THEM I CANT HADLE THE ADORBILITY

(Also, there will probably be a break in icemav posts for most of december, starting next week, since College will be over and I will not have access to my computer :( Fear not, i will be back to my regular scheduled shitposts by January.)

my tumblr FYP just fucking jumpscared me. it went from topgun and pretty photos and baking tips. THE ONE FUCKING POST ABOUT SOME A/B/O SMUT FANFIC JUST POPPED UP AND I GOT SO FUCKING SCARED. LIKE PLEASE GET THAT OFF MY FLUFF TIMELINE THANK YOU.

Based on a True Story:

Ice and Goose: cooking.

Mav and Slider: Joking around at the end of the counter.

Slider: Mav, is the Microwave supposed to be smoking?

Mav looks over to see smoke pouring out of the microwave: ICE THE POTATOES ARE ON FIRE.

Ice running over and opening the microwave. Additional smoke comes out. The potatoes are fine: WHERE THE FUCK IS THE SMOKE COMIMG FROM THE POTATOES AREN'T BURNT.

The microwave begins making weird noises. More smoke come out, then the microwave makes a popping sound. and the smoke stops coming.

The Microwave caught on fire.

going off of my last post:

Mav would go ABSOLUTELY FERAL over black friday sales. This guy grew up poor, so you bet your ass that once he can, he buys so much unnecessary shit just cause it's on sale.

Rich Boy Ice on the other hand. He does not understand why mav has such strong desires to get trampled by a swarming hoard of people to get things he will never use.

(Mav always gets Ice something. Either it is something completely ridiculous, or he gets Ice something he has wanted for a while)

I feel like Ice would have no moral code when it comes to Thanksgiving shopping. He would (and probably has) gotten into a fistfight with an elderly woman over the last can of pumpkin. There is nothing that will come in between Ice and the ingredients to his Babushka's recipes.

Mav does not give a single shit about thanksgiving food.

UPDATE:

I TALKED TO HER.

SHE GOT IT FROM SPIRIT HALLOWEEN.

I CANT BELIVE I FUCKING TALKED WITH HER

(she also likes icemav this makes me very happy)

I JUST SAW A GIRL AT MY COLLEGE WEARING A RECREATION OF MAVERICK'S LEATHER JACKET??? LIKE I WANT TO KNOW WHERE SHE GOT IT AND SHIT BUT I'VE GOT LECTURE SOBBING

There was only one bed.

There used to be two people who shared it. The bed saw laughter and love, times of joy and happiness. But then A got sick. The bed became their safe place, as their joins ached and their skin burned. B did everything they could to help, but it wasn't enough. The bed only holds one now.

Hurt/no comfort fans:

Writer: There Was Only One Bed…

Smut fans: *gasp!!!!!*

Writer: So They Spooned All Night And The Brooding One Allowed Themselves To Feel Vulnerable For The First Time In Years And The Chirpy One Got Some Quality Snuggles

Fluff fans: *GASP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

such a tiny guy

Ice: Is something burning? Mav (seductively winks): Only my burning love for you, babe! Ice: Mav: Mav: The kitchen. Ice (somewhat relieved): Oh, good. As long as it wasn't the Dark... Mav: And the Darkstar.

I JUST SAW A GIRL AT MY COLLEGE WEARING A RECREATION OF MAVERICK'S LEATHER JACKET??? LIKE I WANT TO KNOW WHERE SHE GOT IT AND SHIT BUT I'VE GOT LECTURE SOBBING

im reblogging this for the sole purpose of ease of finding it next time i need a laugh

top gun (1987) as txt posts!!!

jesus i want a full 20k fanfic about this now omg. with like. different admirals finding out. i would die for one

Hey Admiral

My friend and I were talking about a scenario like this and I decided to write a little something for it. Since Cyclone looks up to Ice so much this would be hilarious to see play out 😂

CYCLONE DOESNT REALIZE ICE AND MAV ARE MARRIED.

Cyclone had it up to HERE with Maverick, constantly correcting him and becoming quite irritable with his “teaching methods” as he called them.

Why on earth a man as revered as the legendary Iceman would request a man as reckless and untamed as Maverick to teach the top pilots in the world at TOP GUN OF ALL PLACES! For what he is sure would be one of the most dangerous, high enemy contact level mission any of these pilots would ever experience in their lives was beyond him.

“Admiral” Ice spoke, taking a seat across from him, Beau stood at attention as the COMPACFLT seated himself before him.

“Evening sir” he spoke, militant as ever.

“So to what do I owe the pleasure” Ice waved a waitress over, grabbing a glass of his classic vodka on the rocks as Cyclone opted for a brandy.

“About Maverick…”

The warm chuckle that spread throughout the blonde, now graying, Admirals chest stopped the three star in his tracks.

“My apologies sir, I wasn’t intending to be comical”

“No Beau it’s not that” Ice took a gentle sip from his drink, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “It’s just that if I had a dollar for everytime one of these dinners or meetings began with ‘so about Maverick’ I could have retired 10 years ago and have two Mercedes in my driveway”

Beau looked at his hands momentarily, unsure of what to say. Soon Tom continued.

“Anyways, I digress, what did he do this time”

Ices softer stare met his colleagues as he took another drink, before looking down at the menu on the soft white table cloth.

“His training methods for the Dagger squadron are….interesting to say the least, unorthodox is the better term.”

“Oh? Do tell”

“For instance, they were supposed to be practicing formations for the bombing run yesterday and I found them playing on the beach like children”

“Hm” Ice grunted softly, paying attention as the waitress came by again, interrupting them.

“Good evening sir” she spoke with a small smile at Tom. “Your usual sir?” Tom nodded

“Thank you Katherine, Beau? Care to order?”

Cyclone didn’t think to hard as to why Ice knew this woman, and frequented this place often enough to have established a ‘usual’. Ice was the COMPACFLT, he probably enjoyed some nicer expensive dining from time to time.

“No green eyes tonight?” She asked, and Tom shook his head. “No my dear, all buisness tonight”

She frowned slightly and put her hands on her hips. “Well darn, please tell him I said hello, I’ll go put your order in gentlemen.”

“I definitely will, Thank you my dear” Ice waved as she disappeared, rounding the corner.

Cyclone decided not to comment, first of all he and Ice were close but not so close as to ask questions about his love life. Let alone the fact that it was apparently another gentleman he often frequented this place with. Who was he to judge, since the DADT repeal and Ice becoming one of the most powerful men in the military, no one could say shit even if they had a mouthful.

“Apologies for the interruption, as you were saying?”

Beau cleared his throat. “Yes, sir, he completely ignored my hard deck perameters and is running these pilots through ridiculous exercises, we have less than a week to have them mission ready…”

Their conversation went on for a couple more hours as they ate, and as they both stood to leave Ices hand found Cyclones shoulder.

“I know Captain Mitchell can be a hard pill to swallow sometimes, but he’s a brilliant pilot, best the Navy has to offer, I’ve flown with him for many years, and he’s done many things I may not have understood, but he was always reliable, always had his head in the game and always made sure everyone, including me, made it back home safe. Be patient with him Admiral, give him a shot”

Cyclone huffed out in annoyance slightly, but let his shoulders fall. “Yes sir, I’ll do my best”

“Thanks Beau” Tom spoke, dropping the formalities. “And thank you for the company, but I’m a little past curfew and need to get home” Ice winked, Bidding him goodbye and getting in his car to head home.

—————————————————————————

The next day seemed even worse, Admiral Simpson was being driven up a wall, two seconds away from punching the brunette square in the face. If not for Ices encouragement he probably would have by now.

That evening he returned to the ready room to see, SHOCKER! EVERYONE WAS GONE!

Anger rose in his throat, he knew exactly where he was going.

Throwing his truck in park in perhaps the most aggressive way he could, the man, still clad in his khakis and medals, stormed in through the swinging saloon doors of the Hard deck, seeing all of his pilots and one infuriating Pete Mitchell drinking beers and playing rounds of pool.

Laughing, smiling and joking together, if he weren’t so angry he would have liked to admit that it even looked….fun.

“CAPTAIN MITCHELL!” He shouted. As if on cue the music came to a winding stop and all heads turned to look at him.

Pete not looking worried in the slightest.

“FRONT AND CENTER! NOW!”

Handing off his beer to Bradley with a nod, sharing a quiet word with him that couldn’t be made out clearly. He walked towards the angry, taller brunette. As the rest of the gang tentatively went back to playing pool, quietly, as if walking on eggshells.

“Admiral Simpson, sir” Maverick spoke. Smug grin on his face long gone and replaced with a tight line drawn between his lips.

“What in the hell is this?! We have a mission less

Than TWO WEEKS out that requires absolute focus! And before you try and brush this off as one of your bullshit ‘team building exercises’ just know I’m going to look forward to reporting this directly to admiral Kazansky! And-“

“Reporting what exactly to Admiral Kazansky?” A voice spoke, interrupting his statement, as the taller, angrier man turned to see the familiar face returning with two drinks in his hand.

Immediately straightening his posture and clearing his throat. He took in a very casually dressed Tom Kazansky.

“A-Admiral sir!”

“At ease Admiral, so what did Maverick do this time”

His eyes followed the movements of the slightly taller man, coming up to stand beside Pete, handing him a beer.

As Cyclone began to go into what he saw.

“Is that so Mitchell? Little old you did all that?” Ice threw his arm around Mavericks shoulder. Seeing the smug smile return to his lips.

“I can neither confirm or deny that statement” Maverick chuckled.

“My apologies on behalf of my husband Admiral, it seems he wasn’t aware of todays training layout”

Cyclones jaw may as well have been on the floor, throat tightening at a loss of words.

“H-husband sir?”

“Ah!” Ice almost looked surprised.

“How rude of me Admiral, I’d like to formally introduce you to my husband, Pete Mitchell-Kazansky, though for work purposes everyone still knows him by Mitchell.”

Just at this time Bradley walked up behind them.

“Hey dad, pops” he squeezed both of their shoulders and looked at Admiral Simpson. “Admiral”

“Lieutenant” he scoffed in return. Still attempting to process all of this new information.

“Wait so, at the restaurant, the waitress, green eyes is-“

“The one and only” maverick smirked, leaning up to give his husband a kiss on the cheek.

“Now Admiral, if you don’t mind we’d like to get back to our game, you’re welcome to join us if you’d like.” Ice invited, gesturing his head towards the rest of the squad.

Cyclones mouth open and closed again. Unsure of what to do next.

“Cmon Sir, first rounds on me, loosen up a little” Bradley smiled, eyes bright and hopeful. As Cyclone turned to the rest of the team, smiling at him as well.

“I guess one drink couldn’t hurt….but I’m kicking your ass at a game of pool first Bradshaw”

As the two men walked back towards the pool tables, newly acquired beers in hand and jokes being flung back and fourth. Maverick pulled ice against his side by his waist. Smiling up at him with big green eyes, clinking his beer against the taller man’s glass.

“This is going to be fun” he smiled.

“Couldn’t agree more darling”

By popular demand, Tom Cruise is Also Twinky in the Outsiders

Tom Cruise gives Major Twink Energy in every fucking movie. Like.

In Top Gun? He's very twinky with Ice.

In Mission Impossibly? He's twinky with Benji.

In Legends? He's just plain twinky.

Tom Cruise is the God of Twink and i will not hear any objections to this.

(I mean all of this in the best fucking possibly way ILY Tom Cruise)