Lmfaooo You Go Ice

Love love love those✋👁️👄👁️

How do I stop obsessing over Maverick? (I don't have much practice drawing him so these look kinda wonky 😔)

Pete Mitchell 🥰😍❤

Top Gun - Incorrect Quote 110

Goose: Hi...

Slider: ...

Gosse: Okay, Sli I have to ask. Did you hear Ice and Mav last night?

Slider: YES ...

Goose: ...

Slider: That pip squeak sure can scream

Goose: *Slaps Slider* SHUT THE FUCK UP!

The struggle it is istg

i sit down to write and suddenly i am the most distracted human alive. the chair is uncomfortable. my coffee is too hot. my playlist isn't quite the vibe. i need to research what victorian houses smelled like in 1872 for exactly 45 minutes even though my story takes place in space. and yet the moment i'm trying to fall asleep? every single sentence i've ever needed just lines up perfectly in my brain like some kind of creative parade i'll never get back.

I mean this whole scene—*cough* movie *cough*—was never really not gay✋🌝

my favorite icemav moment is right after Ice calls Mav dangerous for the first time and Mav goes “Thats right! Ice… man,” because in the pause Mav could not be more obviously checking him out. Like his eyes flick over Ice’s whole body and he’s touching his shoulder and then the “man” is so much quieter and like distracted

Like you can visibly see Mavs mind gay panicking

“Thats right! Ice *holy shit this guys so handsome oh my god and hes built too i can feel his shoulder muscles through his uniform and damn hes so tall and look at those legs for days oh my god*… man”

and then his tone gets much more flirty and he doesnt back out of ice’s space for a moment like

I will never forget the day I discovered “wingmen” was already used as a euphemism for gay lovers before the Top Gun fandom got ahold of it.

Oh, but hey, it’s probably just a coincidence, it’s not like there’s any proof the cast or filmmakers were aware of this, by all accounts, obscure queer historical aviation romance. It’s not like the top half of the cover art mirrors a famous scene from the fil… wait…

“You can be my wingman anytime”

“Bullshit, you can be mine” indeed Tony Scott.

Its 2004...Mav and the flyboys getting drunk asf at his bachelor party. Slider gets called to bail their asses out, who is at Ice's stag right across town. He goes, takes a picture of them looking shitfaced and is sworn to secrecy to never tell Ice about the actual reason they got arrested. Slider agrees.

Fast forward to 2022—post tgm mission. Mav wakes up in the hospital, dazed but alive! Ice is sitting at his bedside: annoyed, relieved, yelling at him…kissing him. Tells Mav he’s grounded and rants about how he can’t believe Pete is almost 60 and still is “trouble walking.”

Mav, groggy and trying to be cute, mumbles, “I’m not trouble.”

Ice just pulls out the photo. "You want to try that again, Mitchell?"

Slider is a liar who lies.

Top Gun Masterlist

Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace x wife!reader

I have a wife!?

One, three or six more...

A Time-Travel idea I can't get out of my head

Before he can think more on it, before he can open his mouth to ask Carol what she would do if she woke up four decades younger-- a tiny voice calls out, clear and eager.

“Unc’a Mav!”

Pete’s heart stops in his chest, his breath catching painfully in his throat. A small form appears at the end of the hallway, sleepy and stumbling, but instantly recognizable. A toddler in his pajamas, with sleepy eyes that snap wide awake when they land on Pete.

Bradley.

Without thinking, Pete’s legs give out beneath him. He falls to his knees in an instant, his hands reaching out, and without hesitation, Bradley throws himself at him. The weight of the little boy in his arms is like a spark to his soul. The way Bradley clings to him, his small arms wrapping around Pete’s neck, is so familiar it nearly knocks the breath out of him.

“Oh, Baby Goose,” Pete chokes out, his voice raw with emotion he hasn’t felt in a long time. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Bradley’s small body wiggles in his embrace, giggling.

Pete holds him so tightly, afraid that if he lets go, this moment will slip away, that this little boy—the one who’s still innocent, still whole—will disappear.

This is a Bradley who he didn’t lose. A Bradley who hadn’t stopped talking to him at 18, who hadn’t shut him out as he grew older. A Bradley who didn’t grow up without him.

Pete kisses the top of his head, his tears wetting the little boy’s messy hair, and he pulls him closer. Bradley doesn’t even notice the tears in his eyes, too busy wrapping his arms tighter around Pete’s neck.

This was it. The one thing he never thought he could have again. The one thing that had slipped through his fingers so painfully—but now, now it’s here. And Pete can’t let it go.

“I’m here, Baby Goose,” Pete whispers, his voice shaking.

Damn it I'm going to write an entire fic on this, aren't I