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jeiyuuen · 4 months

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So Luffy and Law reunion after two years, some totally biased thoughts...

Luffy really just recognized Law right away like that, huh? After two years of not meeting at all, and barely having interacted prior to Marineford. What was the first thing he recognized that he was sure that's the guy who saved him then? (Is there something you would like to share with the class, Luffy?)

It's so funny because nothing could've prepared Law for Luffy's sheer joy when they met again. He was so genuinely happy to find Law and it's ruining Law's emo vibes.

Like damn, he built up a reputation!

Pretty much everyone else up to that point has called him cruel, ruthless and all that. Back to Marineford and Sabaody, people talked about bad rumors about him. Even when he saved Luffy, they doubted his intentions. They were so sure there must be a catch to Law's help. (There was no catch.) It's just fun to think about because here Luffy is treating him as something good that happened in his life. Poor Law couldn't handle that much positive attention.

And uhm no, trying to deflect saving someone's life from death as "nothing" or something like that wouldn't really work. Especially when Law really didn't need to risk it all like that to get Luffy out of Marineford. They barely had a connection and even a potential rivalry is hardly worth the risk. Calling it a "whim" is the most Law can call it before he starts questioning his life again. But whatever the reason is, the fact still stands that he helped Luffy... And isn't that what matters, anyways? To Luffy, at least.

Law: "We are both pirates." (we're enemies)

Luffy: ":D Okay, anyways, you saved my life."

Law !!!! He ADORES you already !! It's over !! And giving more helping hand doesn't actually help your case !!

Also more exhibits of Luffy being excited over Law that I just find so cute. The way he perked up when Law was mentioned... He likes him.

He didn't say anything during Brownbeard's story until Law was mentioned, Luffy my guy.... He likes him so much, not necessarily romantic, but Luffy really just likes Law.

Law really stood no chance and asking Luffy for that alliance was the final nail to his coffin. He sealed his fate to be Luffy's super duper mega best friend FOR LIFE.

#I love Law getting showered by adoration for a good thing he definitely did #And thinking Luffy has a crush is so fun #A crush in whatever Luffy way that would be interpreted as lmao #one piece #punk hazard arc #trafalgar law #monkey d. luffy #lawlu #lulaw #the agenda never ends #I could probably write more about them but maybe another time #I never run out of thoughts about these guys it's embarrassing

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darubyprincx · 5 months

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the only thing worse than creating art is not creating art

#ray's tag #keys' art #undescribed #YO WHATS UP its another low effort psuedo art piece comic about dealing with mental disabilities while creating things from ya boy #i have such low esteem in myself and the things i create it's crazy. like what am i doing. i work my ass off for like eight hours and get #a stupid low quality video from it. And for what. It's all just shit. i go between stubborn optimism and depression i jsut #.#yeah i feel like a sack of shit right now #im gonna go get a shower

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puppyeared · 4 months

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Tell me about a song you like right now, maybe an animation you just watched that made you think thoughts and feel things

Only Acting by Kero Kero Bonito!! I want to make an animatic for Macaque using this song and some parts of Shadow Play and the s4 special.. although im still mapping it and deciding whether I want to use the radio edit or not lol

#its like really really rough and mostly in my head rn bc i havent drawn lmk in a while so im a little rusty. probably need to rewatch some #eps if i want to get a good idea of what i wanna include. im also debating if i should wait until we get more context on his and wukongs #past before i do anything bc the last thing i wanna do is butcher it @_@... i was thinking of paralleling the song with the pilgrims #but because i dont actually know what HAPPENED or why mac even thinks wukong killed him thats probably gonna be important to know #but its like really cool in my head.. if u listen to the song sarahs voice uses an audio filter and there are some random glitch effects #which could be good visually for macs smoke monster and him fucking with MK in general.. spooky stuff!!!#the lyrics also speak from the pov of a performer which is what reminded me of mac in the first place so it would be fun to animate to #its in my shower playlist so when i listen to it i get really intense visualizing for what scenes i wanna do. hitting 2 birds with 1 stone #actually thats smth i do when i wanna storyboard smth.. i add it to my shower playlist bc thats where i come up with my ideas lol #but yea!!! if i ever get around to doing it id be really excited to share what i have.. i have another in mind with pigsy and MK #which is way shorter and i could probably get it done during my break... ;o)#my art #myart #ask #answered #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk macaque #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #doodles #yapping

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noirandchocolate · 5 days

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Scale of one to ten, how mad do you think Kohga is when, after he describes his/the Clan’s long, difficult work to figure out how to use Zonai tech, to collect charges, and to reconstruct a mighty ancient construct to gift to Lord Ganon, and after he debuts said amazing piece of engineering (which he’s even dressed up to show it’s special and his)*…

Link can just stand back and let his own mech, that he built in like two days tops and that is powered by a sage who barely knows him and is following him more or less blindly because he’s the Princess’s Chosen Hero…

Bop his creation repeatedly with a spiky metal ball (his own signature weapon)?

Because I think the answer is over 9000.

This is the mask of a man having a breakdown.

#yiga clan #legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #master kohga #I love to death how he gave his construct a huge collar and little sleevies and put his insignia on it #he worked so hard on that thing and didn’t have a magic hand or a Zonai ghost or even the exposition from the stewards/mining constructs #and then link gets *handed everything once again*#((myyyy own screenshots))#((*maaan that’s not a gift whatever you say. you made that for yourself didn’t you? yeaaah yeah you did.))#((just goes to show about that whole ‘yeah I guess we serve Ganon but have you seen master kohga???’ thing the yiga got going on))#((kohga will take that thing to ganon and then just expect to be showered with praise and get to keep using it))#((meanwhile Ganondorf doesn’t give a fig about him or it whoops))#another lil detail: the construct's red shield matches the red-pink-orange magic the yiga/maz koshia use.#but kohga's own personal shields he's used in each fight and in botw are the blue shared by sheikah tech and impa (aoc) AND maz koshia #nice blend of the two varieties of ancient sheikah magic on display here! (alongside the zonai-style energy powering the thing)#((iirc seized construct's shield/other magic/tech is a different red color--that's ganondorf's color))

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astranauticus · 4 months

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here it is! my gift for @i-am-not-to-be-perceived for @emis-equivalent-exchange! a small moment of domestic fluff for Maxim and VR-LA :D

#rolling with difficulty #i sure hope i scheduled this at the right time because wow it sure is 12am right now #also if something goes wrong w the image quality: guess whos computer just broke!!#art i made #i think the hc that helping another mechanite with their upkeep is a really intimate thing comes from someone in the discord #i just dont remember who and i feel bad but yeah thats sort of the idea here #edit i did not schedule it wrongly woohoo!! unfortunately it also went live when i was in the fucking shower!!!!!

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agendratum · 1 year

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“what’s the difference, just another unstable theerapanyakul for him to care for.”

tankhun didn’t mean to say these words out loud. he thought that of course, to himself, privately, often. he didn’t mean to say them.

it’s just that he spent the whole evening staring right at vegas from across the room. couldn’t tear his eyes off him. arm and pol tried to distract him, but it was pointless. it was the first time they were together in a room since [that day]. and the first time since he took pete.

tankhun couldn’t stop looking, and so vegas noticed. of course. gave him that stupid fucking smirk of his. like he was trying to be annoying. but that was vegas, so of course he was.

on purpose. everything vegas ever did was on purpose.

maybe tankhun had a couple of drinks too. alcohol didn’t distract him either, it just blended the colors of the room around them, zeroing his focus on vegas even more.

they ended up next to each other at some point. arm and pol weren’t around, couldn’t stop him. pete wasn’t around to stop either of them. tankhun was okay with that, after all, pete wasn’t around at all for him anymore. tankhun was okay with that.

it’s just that vegas was annoying. vegas was trying to annoy him. everything vegas ever did-

“will you stop trying to burn a hole through me?”

that smirk.

tankhun wanted to let the poison out, to remind him of [that day], how there were some other holes in vegas’ body, how much [all that red] were on the tiles, and how it was him, tankhun, who made it possible for vegas to survive that day. how if it wasn’t for him- but thinking of that made tankhun nauseous, so instead of letting out the poison he would probably just throw up on vegas’ nice looking shoes. which would have been funny, hilarious even, if it wasn’t so fucking sad.

“will you make your existence less annoying?” he asked instead of saying all that. not the smartest comeback he ever came up with. tankhun blamed alcohol.

vegas smiled sweetly, “well, there is nothing i can do about that.”

tankhun rolled his eyes. of course, like he could ever expect vegas of all people to make an effort, to change, to do something about being less- less- less himself.

there was a voice in the back of tankhun’s head, a familiar voice. it was saying something to him, accusatory.

but tankhun ignored it.

“you better try, because if you do anything to him-”

“then you’ll make sure i pay, etcetera, etcetera, i get it. get in the line, you probably won’t be the first to do it.”

vegas was so nonchalant, like they were having a normal conversation. so. fucking. annoying.

“but i don’t do anything to him. and he’s free to leave whenever he pleases, you know. but do you really think that if this time he decides to leave,” tankhun tensed, “he will crawl back to you?”

why wouldn’t he. why wouldn’t pete go back to him. why would he choose [that] instead.

but, tankhun thought to himself, why would he choose you.

“is that what you think i’m doing?” vegas continued, even though he was meant to shut up a long time ago, “keeping pete away from you?”

“are you not?”

tankhun wasn’t going to cry today. and he definitely wasn’t going to cry in front of fucking vegas.

pete would know what to say to calm him down. pete always knew.

“he’s happier with me, whether you want to believe it or not.”

so yeah, tankhun didn’t want to say these word out loud.

“what’s the difference, just another unstable theerapanyakul for him to care for.”

he just wanted vegas to hurt as much as tankhun himself was hurting.

he could feel the time stop. vegas froze. khun froze as well. he wasn’t afraid. (he was.) he was just really worried about pete. (he missed him so much.) he didn’t mean to say this. (he did.)

he wished he could take these words back. he wished the poison in them would kill vegas for good, finally making him disappear. he wanted vegas to continue living no matter what, because seeing pete [like that] was something tankhun never wanted to do again. he wished he could explain to vegas how saying that hurt him just as much. how it sucked for him to compare himself to vegas just as much as it sucked for vegas to be compared to tankhun.

vegas still wasn’t speaking. khun felt like a child who just won a little game. but truly, if vegas couldn’t see what tankhun was seeing, he was just stupid. unless vegas was avoiding the truth on purpose, in which case khun really won, he won-

“vegas?” a familiar voice.

“khun-” pete cleared his throat. these days he didn’t know what to call him, so he just wouldn’t call him anything at all. “i met arm and pol, they were looking for you. probably should let them know you’re alright.”

tankhun couldn’t meet his eyes. he noticed that vegas was avoiding looking at pete too.

their mutual silence was starting to get unbearable for khun.

the stupid game wasn’t fun anymore. (was it ever fun?)

“did you have another argument?” pete asked calmly, but it shocked tankhun as if he was hit.

in the past, when tankhun and vegas would argue (or rather khun would argue with vegas, while he was walking away, not even paying attention to him), pete was always silently in the back. he could never participate in their poisonous exchanges. he would only interfere to stop tankhun from following vegas further. he never said anything, never voiced his opinion. he could now.

“and what made you think that?” vegas finally said something.

the smile on his face was different now. it was worse.

“i-” khun wanted to take back everything that just happened. he wanted to hurt vegas, sure, but he didn’t want to hurt pete.

he didn’t, right?

he didn’t?..

but he hurt pete before.

so what, said another voice in his head. vegas hurt pete as well, vegas had surely hurt pete worse. why was pete choosing vegas, why was he staying with him, was he really so brainless-

“khun noo?”

tankhun flinched.

he saw the way vegas looked at pete in that moment. how he wanted to stop him. probably wanted to tell pete not to call him “khun”. but instead vegas just said, “excuse me”, and left.

it didn’t escape tankhun how much pete wanted to follow vegas, to check up on him. he was like a magnet getting tugged away in that moment. yet he stayed. and why? he clearly wanted to leave. was it because in the moment tankhun demanded his attention more? because among their instabilities tankhun’s state was worse? because no matter how terrible vegas was tankhun would still end up below him? because no matter how difficult vegas was, at least he could manage on his own, but takhun couldn’t?

“shouldn’t you go with him?”

tankhun didn’t want to sound like a sulking child, but he did.

“why do you say that?”

pete was putting on that face. not too cheerful, but calm enough to disarm. that face he would always put on for other people when they were out in public (public here meaning more people than just three of tankhun’s personal bodyguards). face that meant to protect tankhun. now that face was protecting vegas.

did vegas know that? did vegas know pete was using the same tricks he once used for tankhun?

vegas would hate to know that.

“because you’re with him now.”

“i don’t have to follow his every step,” pete gave him a confused look now. another patented pete look.

but you do, the voice was yelling in tankhun’s head, and you followed every step of mine.

until you gave him away.

that accusatory voice came back.

you gave him away like a cheap toy you didn’t want anymore. you, it was you. you gave him away and he ended in vegas’ hands, and vegas [what did he do to him??] him. and now pete doesn’t want to stay with you anymore. he wants him. because you threw him away.

“i didn’t-”

tankhun gasped, covering his mouth.

“khun.. noo?” pete pleaded, it seemed real now, “didn’t we talk about this? you promised me you would be okay with that. what did you tell vegas?”

the truth.

he was as awful as tankhun was.

to pete. tankhun was awful to pete.

“i’m sorry.”

all that tankhun could manage.

“it’s okay,” said pete.

it wasn’t.

“i feel sick. could you, please, help me find arm and pol?”

“of course.”

of course he would. good old helpful little pete.

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tankhun didn’t remember the end of that evening. somehow he ended up home. arm and pol were talking to him, he was sure of that. he asked them to leave. they were probably surprised.

he crawled under the blanket, covered himself with pillows.

he wasn’t going to cry that day.

he hated the feeling of pitting himself so much. so so much.

vegas probably hated it too.

but he hated vegas.

because in the end of the day, if vegas was so bad, if vegas was so awful, if he truly represented the worst of what came out of their family. and someone so dear to tankhun would still choose vegas over him, then what did it make tankhun?

at least, thanks to his words, that day vegas would feel equally terrible about himself, tankhun thought.

and wailed.

#another little thing that maybe was written purely for the sake of one phrase #that i came up with in the shower #also i'm a bit tipsy #also how do you guys finish fics? what are endings #tankhun #vegaspete #vegas #pete #fics #mt #does this count as something for this week's prompt?#khun is one of my favorite supporting characters #but this also just him having a really bad time :(

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 10 months

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if i had a genie lamp id wish for Three Things: 1) spiders stay the fuck away from me & out of my spaces. 2) infinite moneys. 3) draw quickly.

#mainly the Draw Quickly one #i scribble so so so so slow #i could share So Much More if i could do more than one full doodle per night #like that one butterfly!howdy thing where he jumped off the roof? took me all fucking night #im not even exaggerating lmfao it took Hours #i looks at people cranking out a+ doodle posts and im sadly gazing from behind my rain-streaked window a la kermit #except its not rain streaked. i havent seen rain in months i think #absolutely unprompted #oh while im here lemme give a spider update No One asked for #yeah so yesterday the Biggest wolf spider i have Ever seen decided to set up camp in my bathroom. bc of course it did.#i mean that thing was. disturbingly big. freakazoid city.#i had to chase it into the bathtub with my spider-fighting broom #and then i uhhhhhh febreezed it until it couldnt move.#then i washed it down the drain with a high powered jet of shower water #do i feel bad? yes of course. but there was no other way that i could handle.#im assuming that when i go get a Snack right after posting this another spider will be in the hallway or in my bathroom #its summer. unfortunately. there will only be more and more crawling inside #edit: my cat magically Appeared in my room. i stg both of them were out when i closed the door

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slashingdisneypasta · 7 months

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Imagine

You're walking home, or to work or school, or wherever- and you get caught in the rain. It starts to downpour. Like, big fat droplets of Gaia tears; Thick 'my son-husband has secretly hidden children within me causing a terrible migraine so welp; here baby Cronus, take this flint sickle and castrate brother-daddy' kinda rain. I'll stop with the Greek Mythology now, I'm sure you get it. Heavy rain.

You're getting soaked despite whatever you're using to protect your skin from it all (A binder, a bag, your jacket, a hat,.. an umbrella perhaps), your nose is cold, and you can barely see 10 feet in front of you apart from any street lights around, when-

A car pulls up directly next to you. You have the horrible panicked moment of 'am i going to be kidnapped today', before you recognise the car and the side door is thrown open in front of you.

Your F/O gestures and/or calls for you to get in. They knew you would be out at this time (They're familiar with your basic schedule ^^), saw the downpour and thought immediately 'Oh shit wait, Y/N's out in this'- and came right over to get you out of it.

What's their car like? Is it sleek and well taken car of? Is it a regular old thing? Does it look like its gonna break down any time now?

Do they have a blanket for you to throw over your legs? Or do they throw you their coat??~~~

Do they enforce seat belts? Are they gonna refuse to go if you just pull the blanket over your shoulders and 'forget' (Or genuinely forget) to buckle up or will they lean over and buckle you themselves?

Are they taking you to your destination or are they taking you to their house because you need a hot shower and to get warm or you're gonna catch a cold? Are they kind about it or bossy? XD

Will they stop by a drive thru to get you something to eat and/or drink? Maybe something lovely and hot?? Or are you two the crazy people who eat ice cream when its cold 'cuz it wont melt'?

Possibly most importantly; Is their any chance that your F/O would kick you back out into the rain for any reason? XD

#THIS WAS ME TODAY #there was me. a ragamuffin. walking home with my side bag full of a million things for placement #plus another bag with tea and a wooden tea set also for placement #wearing only a thin jacket and a hat- a s t r a w hat #and the heavens open up--#god what i would've given for 👠cruella to tear down the street and snap at me to get in the bloody car- XD #i'd have fur tickling my nose from the coat thrown at me and she would take me straight to her house without a word XD ^^#this gives me the warm and fuzzies ^^#🐊jim would take me through a drive thru and get me food and we sit in the parking while the rain threatens to break the roof of the car-#(oh my gosh more warm and fuzzies XD)#and 🖕otis is kidnapping me but he doesnt care if i shower and get warm or not he just wanted me and doesnt care about any plans i had >>#none of them care about seat belts #(though if cruella or otis is driving Iiii certainly care about seatbelts #and those two would also kick me out if i pushed their buttons 😅😅 no sense of humour. dang- XD #F/O #F/O's #F/O Imagine #F/O Imagines #F/O x Reader

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cassynite · 3 months

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#cassy bitches #i am. so fucking tired and annoyed and stressed #our fucking shower hasn't worked in two weeks bc my parter decided to remodel and then didnt finish the job!#and now her fucking sibling fucked up our dishwasher and it leaked water EVERYWHERE including apparently under the floorboards #and im pretty sure i can smell black mold in the kitchen now which! great! another nightmare we're gonna have to fix ourselves #since we cant afford to get a contractor and even if we could no one ever returns our calls when we do try to hire someone #AND my friend went to surgery for appendicitis and that's freaking me out #and ON TOP of that ive been creatively juiced out and feeling like shit about the things i make and my ocs and like. me #like everyone's just been secretly tolerating me all this time and if i disappear no one's going to notice #i feel like nothing i make or am doing is worthwhile and im just GROSS and ANGRY and ANNOYING #and even complaining in tags on a post makes me feel like a whiny baby like. there are wars etc why am i complaining boo hoo #so i cant even talk to people about how i feel bc it makes me so ashamed that im feeling this way to begin with #ive been resisting the urge to just delete everything at this point bc then at least i wont have the urge to check everything and feel wors #why does awful shit always happen right around my birthday. why am i cursed like this

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supafrootee · 9 months

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Shadow isn't grumpy y'all are just projecting

#you guys see someone that is content to be alone and cant comprehend it because you arent like that #like its one thing to say 'i like this character and given the chance i would shower them with affection (in a way i would like)'#and another to say 'this character's writing is flawed because they arent given what i think they need (what i would want in their place)'#many of yall are saying the latter thinking its the first #does that make sense?#its just. kinda annoying!#not the biggest deal #shadow the hedgehog #delete later maybe

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soldier-poet-king · 7 months

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Used bookstores round TWO was a success

To say nothing of the dog (that's TWO Connie Willis books this week)

R&G are dead

Louise Gluck anthology of her corpus up to 2012

Gorgeous hardcover edition of the little prince

The bridge of San Luis Rey (yet another @im-not-the-one-youre-looking-for rec)

Rimbaud's Illuminations with the French & English text on facing pages (superior format for reading in translation, I have Loeb edition supremacy brainrot)

Selected prose&poetry of GM hopkins

#fran reads #actually maybe it's a good thing i dont live somewhere near things #i would spend all my time and money in secondhand stores #just like. what a good time. im happy despite it all #and i still have another big friends of the library booksale to go to friday after work!!!#anyway now i go back to being a sad fuck #gotta shower. feed cat. clean up after cat. make dinner (+ lunch for tmrw)#sleep?????

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pollyna · 2 years

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Tw: contain slurs, it's a single word but it's there.

It's a rule not to talk to them. Nobody really knows who imposed that or why, but it's something everybody follows, religiously.

(The fact is they know pretty well why not to talk to any of them. Ask the sailor who ended up with two broken ribs or the pilot with the black eye and dislocated shoulder.)

The bigger group they see together is of four or five when the Admirality is feeling generous and the woman comes around. But it's not just the four of them, because an equally numbered group is in another carrier or country doing what that group is doing.

What precisely they are doing, all of them, is the real mystery.

(Every squadron that has them, as a couple or all four, spends weeks praying to not be in the same situation ever again. The situation is: jumping at three a.m. in your jet in your pyjamas, six am and running around the carrier, nine am and debriefing, and then hop on the jet again and again and again. There were no limits on how high or low they had to fly, and unmarked jets passing less than an inch from each other's wings. Everybody on the normal communication channel, if not them.)

The sailors don't know if they have names, and before the beginning of the mission, they all have to leave their dog tags with the captain. Nameless people, on nameless jets and in nameless, patchless, jumpsuits flying only God knows where.

(They know their callsigns, or at least a part of them. The four are Iceman, Maverick, Slider and Mother Goose. The other two couples are Wolfman, Hollywood, Sundown and Chipper.)

The woman's name is Carole and she kisses the two taller men when she comes around. A kiss on their lips and one on their cheeks.

(The real reason nobody's able to talk to them is because a sailor, some Matthews from Philly, once tried to insinuate that Carole was easy. You already share her, so one more won't hurt, wouldn't he? The same day, another one tried to call Ice faggot in front of an entire room of people and captains. What happened next is just speculations but, realistically speaking, a broken arm and a couple of bruises were probably what they got home with. Other than the longest disciplinary note in the history of notes.)

(Some tales say that the Iceman didn't have to open his mouth to kill the man; one look was enough. Others want that Matthews from Philly got slap in the face so hard he saw white for ten minutes.)

When they're on board, the entire crew reorganises itself. Iceman and Maverick have their own cabin, Slider and Goose have another one, and they get the bigger one if Carole is going to come around. The entire floor is to be clear and free two hours before they arrive, and the newbie refers to that deck as the Olympus.)

If all the stories are true, they must have felt like Gods. And sometimes Gods have privilges normal people can't dream about. Like kissing each other before going on the jet, having sex in the showers without being reported, or preparing breakfast for your pilot without sharing a little bit with anybody. Having visible tattoos, particularly colourful ones, under the jumpsuits.)

The only time they saw them all together was on land, in a bar in Miramar, where three carriers were sharing port for a week. All of them were sitting around a table, eating fries and burgers like normal people, so normal that, if you didn't know who they were, you couldn't even say what they did. What really leaves the entire bar without words is when Mother Goose sits in front of the piano and starts playing Great Balls of Fire!

It almost feels like any other night in San Diego. But almost is the key word.

#au what-if the '86 was chosen to be an elite squadron of black ops and not sent to top gun #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #ron slider kerner #nick goose bradshaw #leonard wolfman wolfe #rick hollywood neven #marcus sundown williams #charles chipper piper #carole bradshaw #icemav #slooserole #hollywolf #sunnychip #in order the think they do and not get punished for: kissing on the tarmac (icemav) fucking in the showers (hollywolf) preparing breakfast-#-for your pilot and fuck regs for another while (sunnychip)#having tattoes (all of them)#me back on my black ops bullshit? more than you can believe #ppl thing nick's callsign is mother goose bc everybody calls him that lol #it's funny #otp: things get old our love is gold #ot3: i even wrote you a love letter #that's how one doesn't fall asleep on her own phone: programmed posts. even if you still fall asleep on the #*it

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