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To wake, perchance to dream WIP 1/?

Hangster - Jake wakes up 10 years in the future and thinks he has amnesia. Instead it's a glimpse of what his life could be. When he wakes up right before being called back to Top Gun for the special detachment he's going to try his damndest to make that future come true...

CHAPTER ONE

Jake wakes up too warm, pinned beneath the weight of someone’s arm and he opens an eye and squints out into the glaring morning light.

This is not his room.

He has blackout curtains in his room, not gauzy nets that blow around in the breeze from an open window.

This is not the couch in Javy’s apartment.

Nor is it the guest room at the Machado’s home.

He didn’t drink anything last night, but he’s feeling stiffer than he usually does.

Something is… not right.

“Hrmgh.”

He shifts so he can glance over his shoulder at the owner of the arm and sleepy-mumble and his mouth drops open in surprise.

Bradley Bradshaw.

Not only Bradley Bradshaw, but at least half-naked Bradley Bradshaw, spooning him and… wearing a wedding ring. And hopefully maybe pants.

Fuck.

He pushes the arm and attached hand away, wiggles away a little and then sees the ring on his own hand and just stares at it.

What the fuck is going on.

He’d remember getting married right?

Surely?

“Jake… turn off the sun.”

“You’re the one that didn’t shut the curtains,” he says, and he has no idea what made him say that, but Bradley just groans, pulls a pillow over his head and Jake decides that now is a good time to run for the bathroom.

… … …

He looks old. Not bad, but he’s definitely got more wrinkles than he did when he last remembers looking into the mirror and he’s either got some weird type of amnesia or he’s dreaming or he’s in an alternate timeline. Those are his top three theories and he knew being obsessed with science fiction as a teenager would come in use someday. He uses the bathroom and cups his hands to drink some water from the tap.

Right.

Information gathering.

Best place to start is going to be his phone, if he can find it. Surely he still has a phone in the future and hasn’t allowed anyone to insert a chip into his brain. He dries his hands and tiptoes back into the bedroom, takes in the naked torso of Bradley Bradshaw and okay, he did good if he somehow managed to lock that down, regardless of timeline or potential amnesia. He spies a phone on the side of bed he woke up on, lying on a flat platform type thing, along with a watch and something that looks like it attaches to his ear, which he leaves. He pulls the curtains closed and hopes that buys him a little more time before he grabs a pair of jeans tiptoes back out, carefully closing the door behind him.

He pulls the jeans on and walks down the hall, phone gripped tightly in his hand and takes in the pictures on the walls. This version of himself and Bradshaw are definitely married, couple of photos that can be nothing but wedding photos. They have lots of people in their lives if the number of photos are anything to go by, although he doesn’t recognize half of them. It’s only just after six in the morning, the clock in the kitchen informs him and he spies a coffee machine and it’s already on, filling steadily and he wonders who turned it on or if these things are automatic now.

While he waits for it to finish he open his phone, going to contacts and scans through them.

Abbey. Admrl Simp. Alex. Alicia. Amber. Austin. BamBam. Best Person Ever. Blake. Bob. Brendan. Bryce. Dan. Dave. Dickhead. Directory. DJ. Fanboy. Fritz. Hadley. Halo. Harvard. Hin. Hondo. Jack. JB. Javy. Jared. Jason. Klaus. Kyle. Mark. Matty. Mike. Mom. Morgan. Neil (not Omaha). Nick. Nix. Olivia. Omaha. Payback. Penny. Per. Pete. Phil. Robert (not Bob). Rooster. Sally. Scott. Steffan. Tony. Voicemail. Wayne. Yale.

There are so many names he doesn’t recognize and he feels his breath coming a little short and forces himself to calm down. Panicking will not help. There are names he does recognize so he will start there. Actually, now that he looks he realizes he recognizes more, but they’re callsigns of other pilots, not friends he’d expect to have in his phone. Except if he has somehow time travelled then maybe they’re his friends now too?

Javy though, he knows Javy now, and he looks at the most recent messages from Javy and is glad he didn’t immediately call him, because admitting he didn’t know Javy had kids and that apparently they’re under his care… Fuck. Where are they? He swallows down the rising panic again, years of training kicking in and walks down the hall and carefully pushes open the almost closed door he’d walked past earlier and sure enough there are kids in there. Three of them, and he’s not sure what’s the most surprising, that Javy finally got hitched and settled enough to have three kids, or that he apparently trusts Jake to look after them. Jake and Bradshaw that is. Apparently.

This bedroom is bigger than the room he woke in, but it’s clearly been decorated for these kids in mind and he wonders how often they stay over, to have individual beds. He doesn’t know kids, he was the youngest of four and they were all pretty close in age. He’s been deployed while his brother’s and sisters had started having kids, sees them irregularly at best. But he can probably hazard a guess at ages. Their names are above their beds, two being cribs and he peers in, wonders just how little these children are. Alleisha, James, Brandy.

Alleisha is in a bed, and he’d put her around six or seven years old, can’t really project her length int height, and being tall doesn’t always equal age anyway. She’s definitely the oldest by far though, the little boy, James, maybe two or three, splayed out like a starfish, thumb lax in his mouth and he looks so much like Javy it makes him smile and something in his gut relaxes an infinitesimal amount. The fact that he looks older, that Javy has kids is making him think he’s got amnesia. That’s more likely than time travel, but he’s feeling a little bit sick regardless, everything unfamiliar.

He moves over to the final crib and there is a baby, a legit, tiny human, it can’t even be a year old, and it’s eyes are open, watching him quietly and he freezes, wonders what he’s meant to do with it. He’s seen other people do things with babies. Knows the theory. In theory. Okay. He can fly multi-million dollar planes, he can pick up a baby. He leans down, making a shushing noise and he gets a wide grin and a slap to the face for his troubles as he picks Brandy up and cradles her to him. She’s heavier than he thought she’d be.

Right. What do you do with babies. Diaper change right? Oh god. There’s a change table and he lies her down, looks at the snaps and zips covering the baby and wonders if he should just go and wake Bradshaw up and get him to deal with it. Except this is Javy’s kid. Plus he doesn’t need anyone’s help. He works at the zipper and snaps and finally finds a sodden diaper before he realizes he’s going to need a new one, fortunately located right beneath the change table, along with some wipes. Okay. This is going well.

He pays attention as he undoes the little tabs, knowing he’s going to have to do the whole thing in reverse, and he has a fucking engineering degree, he can figure out a fucking diaper. Fortunately only a wet diaper and he wipes, wipes again, wonders how many times he’s meant to wipe before deciding that someone else can take the next diaper change. There’s a little diaper pail which he’s grateful for, one hand not leaving her little body, terrified she might just roll off. When do babies start rolling around? Planes don’t move unless you tell them to, she’s moving all limbs independently and with no apparent control, sucking on a fist but thankfully quiet and happy. He doesn’t want to see not-quiet and not-happy if he can help it.

He takes her out of the weird sack thing, assumes it’s a blanket thing for sleeping and carries her back to the kitchen, desperate for coffee now, and he realizes he’s going to need to feed her. Okay. Javy wouldn’t have left a baby here without food and he opens the refrigerator and sure enough there’s a few bottles already lined up and he grabs one out, the high-pitched squeal that Brandy lets out a clear agreement that he at least is on the right path.

There’s an electronic bucket type thing beside the coffee machine which makes him think of a mini ice-bucket, it has the same brand logo as the bottle and he wonders if it’s really that simple. Puts the bottle in and presses the button on the front, and it’s definitely doing something, button turning from blue to red. Brandy is almost headbanging in excitement so he again feels like he’s once again picked the right step. While he waits for the button to hopefully change color again and provide a warm bottle he opens his phone again, wonders if he should message Javy and tell him they all made it through the night. Is that something he would do now?

He opens up the photo gallery instead and okay… if he has amnesia then he’ll just wait to get his memories back. Whenever he’s in a photo his smile is so wide it splits his face. His camera roll is filled with photos of Bradshaw and these kids, and a dog, and some people he doesn’t recognize, but then there is Javy and a woman… he zooms in and heads back into the hall to look at the photos on the wall more closely. Phoenix. Natasha Trace. She’s in a lot of the photos as well and he opens up his contacts again, scans through the names. There’s no Phoenix, Trace or Natasha… but there is a Nix and he opens them as he walks back to the kitchen, hoping the bottle is hopefully done because Brandy is getting less patient.

Fortunately it’s clearly designed to be operated by either an idiot or sleep deprived parents and the light is now green and flashing and he swirls it and tries to squirt some in his mouth just to check the temperature, Brandy seems horrified at his actions and makes a high pitched squeal of displeasure, struggling to get to the bottle but he doesn’t want her to get a burnt mouth or anything.

“It’s okay baby girl, I’m not stealing it from you…”

She makes the same displeased squealing noise, hands reaching for the bottle and Jake wonders if he’s meant to hold her, or get a cloth to cover her or something. Ah well. Problem for future Jake. He hands her the bottle and moves into the living room, settles into the corner of an incredibly comfy sofa and she squirms a little until she’s nestled into the crook of his arm, eyes wide and watching him, both hands clasped on the bottle and he doesn’t resist the urge to place a soft kiss on her forehead.

He opens his phone again and navigates back to the messages, looking for Nix and then opening the message history. The messages between them alternate between scathing teasing and then more serious things about the kids, he’s sent her lots of photos and he clearly has a lot to do with these kids. To have the bedroom set up like it is, it looks like a permanent thing, except his messages with both Javy and Phoenix are as recent as yesterday, so nothing has happened to them to explain why their kids are here, with him and Bradshaw.

Fucking hell.

Bradley Bradshaw.

Phoenix he can kind of get his head around in a way, especially if she’s married to Javy. Bradshaw on the other hand, he doesn’t know if they’ve managed to exchange any casual civil words with each other. When flying they simply seem to rub each other the wrong way and when not flying they really rub each other up the wrong way. And yet here he is, apparently married to him and looking after his best friend’s kids. What has become of his life? In another world he’d definitely have made more than one pass at Bradshaw, but he’d never got even the slightest inkling that it would be welcomed, let alone reciprocated.

And yet here he is.

He glances down and startles, Brandy has finished the bottle, is sucking in air and he knows enough that that can’t be good so he takes the bottle from her, which she gratefully allows him to do. Then a dog appears, looks at him and gives a soft whuff before settling on the floor just near him and Jake wonders if the dog is his. He doesn’t want to move, Brandy apparently content to simply lie with him, the dog as well and he’s wondering if he needs to let it out when he hears footsteps approaching and he twists his head.

“You look good like that…” Bradshaw says, and he’s almost upside down, smiling at him softly, like he expects Jake to say something back and he has no idea what it might be.

“Morning…”

“Morning…” Bradshaw replies, giving him a weird little smile like Jake didn’t say quite what he expected. “Thanks for letting me sleep in…”

“You’re, uh, welcome…” Jake says, shifting and standing up because he feels too vulnerable lying on his back on the sofa with Bradshaw sort-of looming over him. Of course, now he’s got an even better view of Bradshaw and he can’t help but look his fill, Bradshaw in nothing but low-hanging sleep pants and looking sleep-tousled. He also looks older, maybe in his mid-forties, but he’s still firm and smooth and Jake wants to lick a stripe over his stomach. Nothing wrong with his sex drive at least.

“And this is why we don’t have kids ourselves. Get your mind out of the gutter Mr Bradshaw, we’ve got kids today and cannot go back to bed…” Bradshaw says, moving close to him and taking Brandy from him and he lets her go, misses the warmth of her tiny body.

“Pity…” he says, and finds he means it, because even if he’s freaking out about this weird waking-dream he’s in, Bradshaw is still a certified snack and Jake wants him. And apparently he took his name when they got married. He’s not surprised he was willing to give up Seresin considering how little he cares for it even now.

“I’m sure you’ll make it up to me tonight. And tomorrow morning if you’re feeling athletic enough.”

“When am I not feeling athletic enough?” Jake asks, because he can’t imagine his personality is that different even if he can’t remember time lapsed.

“Mmm, there’s that fighting spirit. Like it when you feel like you have to prove a point.”

Then Bradshaw is kissing him, his fingers sneaking under his shirt to stroke Jake’s bare skin and he feels his entire body erupt in goosebumps, suddenly hyperaware, every little hair on his body standing on end and seemingly aching for attention. He’s not used to this, not used to someone who just touches him and moves him like they know exactly what to do and god it feels both terrifying and exhilarating.

“Come on, we better get breakfast going for trouble one and trouble two…”

“Yeah, course,” Jake agrees, because he’s the one out of time and place and he’s going to need to figure out a way to break that news to Bradshaw and a little more time sounds good. Regarding breakfast though, fortunately Bradshaw seems to be the one that makes it, but he watches carefully which cupboards and drawers have what items, his mind racing trying to figure out whether he’s suddenly going to remember everything in a rush, or have it trickle through.

“Morning uncle Jay…”

“Morning,” Jake replies, knows the greeting is for him because he’s also getting a hug to his side and he likes being called Uncle Jay, wants to hear it all the time. God, no wonder these kids have a bedroom here if he’s already this much in love with them all. Best case of amnesia ever. He needs to figure out how to let Bradshaw know about that too, not to freak him out, but just to let him know, because he should probably get checked out even if he does feel fine physically. The fact he’s missing a chunk of time isn’t normal. Of course, there is the chance that he’s still dreaming, but his dreams have never seemed real like this.

Or as domestic.

Or as detailed.

The dog makes another quiet whuff and he can hear the front door opening, but it’s clearly someone with a key and he has to stop himself from freaking out that he’s going to have another person he doesn’t know enter his new reality.

“You two wearing pants?” a woman’s voice calls out and Jake catches Bradshaw’s eye roll.

“Jesus Amelia, of course we’re wearing pants, the kids are here!”

“Well, I have to ask.”

“It was one time, and you didn’t knock…”

“And I’m still getting therapy for it,” a woman apparently called Amelia says, pulling a face and Jake doesn’t know whether to smile or say something or… okay, he’s being hugged in greeting and he hugs back, swallows back the automatic nice to meet you because he clearly knows her already, even if he has no fucking clue who she is. She’s definitely younger than him and Bradshaw though.

“Aunty Amelia!” Alleisha says, and Jake feels a spark of jealousy at the joy and excitement in her voice, directed at someone else, and then reminds himself the love and affection are not a finite resource as he watches Amelia hug Alleisha, then James and then slaps Bradshaw on the ass, making him squawk. She just laughs and takes Brandy from Bradshaw, and the baby just goes happily. Jake is so confused.

The dog paws at him and whines, and he glances down and pats her; she’s definitely his, with the way she’s hovering near his side. Bradshaw is looking at him with a raised eyebrow though when he looks up from paying her attention, but goes back to setting out bowls and glasses of water, cuts up fruit and slides another cup of coffee across to him with a soft smile. Jake smiles back, wonders when he might get a moment alone with him. His phone vibrates in his pocket and he pulls it out.

Best Person Ever>> Stop staring at his ass. You’ve been home for two weeks. Honeymoon period should be over.

He glances up and Amelia is smirking at him, and he doesn’t know where she fits into all of this, who she is to them, other than someone he has in his phone as Best Person Ever and judging from her smirk he wouldn’t put it past her to have changed that herself. He shoves his phone back in his pocket. If he’s been home for two weeks then he’s probably been deployed, which means he’s still in the Navy. That settles some of the uneasiness in his gut, not everything in his world is that different then. And this is what he comes home to. That’s pretty fucking cool.

They eat, Brandy being placed in a highchair that materializes from the laundry and she’s given some slices of banana to mash up, which is gross and horrifying to watch. The expression on his face must be amusing, because both Alleisha and James are giggling at him, and even Bradshaw is hiding a grin, but he gets up and brushes a soft kiss on his forehead, murmurs something about every time and he wants to know what the hell he means. Amelia is also eating breakfast, making herself at home and wiping at James’ face and even though he has no idea who she is it doesn’t feel wrong that she’s here and part of their domesticity.

“Right, I’m taking Lady Alleisha and Knight James to their swimming lessons. I’ll be back after we’ve visited the library… We might also swing by a playground on our way back.”

Bradshaw is nodding like this is the standard routine and Jake just smiles, because the kids are happy and excited and now he has his opportunity to talk to Bradshaw. Tell him that he’s not… well. Can’t remember anything.

Yeah.

This is going to be awkward as fuck.

#To Wake perchance to Dream #Hangster #Sereshaw #Top Gun maverick fanfiction

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dear-indies · 5 months

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Hello! Would you be willing to share any Venezuelan FCs anywhere from their early 20s to late 40s that are actors/actresses? Or possibly know of anyone in the RPC who can point me towards some please? It's okay if they don't have gifs yet because I would love to make some! Thank you kindly!

Scarlet Ortiz (1974) Venezuelan.

Marieh Delfino (1977) Venezuelan [Spanish, Basque, Catalan, Portuguese, Italian, and Dutch], Colombian / Cuban, English, Irish, German, Scots-Irish/Northern Irish.

Alicia Machado (1977) Cuban / Spanish.

Gaby Espino (1977) Spanish, Native Venezuelan and Lebanese.

Dayana Garroz (1978) Venezuelan.

Marianela González (1978) Venezuelan.

Maritza Bustamante (1980) Venezuelan.

Marjorie de Sousa (1980) Venezuelan [including Portuguese].

Doris Morgado (1981) Venezuelan.

Majandra Delfino (1981) Venezuelan.

Daniela Bascopé (1982) Venezuelan.

Daniela Navarro (1983) Venezuelan.

Sabrina Seara (1985) Venezuelan.

Gaby Espino (1986) Venezuelan.

Juliette Pardau (1986) Venezuelan.

Adriyan Rae (1987) African-American, German, Native American, and Venezuelan.

Genesis Rodriguez (1987) Venezuelan and Cuban [Spanish, possibly other].

Abril Schreiber (1987) Venezuelan.

Yelena Maciel (1988) Venezuelan.

Yuvanna Montalvo (1988) Venezuelan.

Scarlet Gruber (1989) Venezuelan [including German].

Carla Baratta (1990) Venezuelan.

Natasha Domínguez (1990) Venezuelan.

Cinthya Carmona (1990) Venezuelan.

Rosmeri Marval (1991) Venezuelan.

Laura Chimaras (1991) Venezuelan.

Irene Esser (1991) Venezuelan.

María Gabriela de Faría (1992) Venezuelan [including Portuguese].

Sheryl Rubio (1992) Venezuelan.

Kimberly Dos Ramos (1992) Venezuelan [Portuguese].

Marielena Davila (1992) Venezuelan.

Humberly González (1992) Venezuelan.

Estefany Oliveira (1993) Venezuelan.

Raquel Rojas (1994) Venezuelan.

McKaley Miller (1996) Venezuelan (paternal grandmother), English, Scottish.

Luiseth Materán (1996) Venezuelan.

Oriana Sabatini (1996) Argentinian / Venezuelan - is bisexual.

Vanessa Silva Sperka. (1997) Venezuelan / Slovak.

Emily Tosta (1998) Venezuelan / Dominican.

Simoné Marval (1998) Venezuelan.

Lilimar Hernandez (2000) Venezuelan.

Brigitte Bozzo (2001) Venezuelan.

and:

Albi De Abreu (1975) Venezuelan [including Portuguese].

Juan Alfonso Baptista (1976) Venezuelan.

Édgar Ramírez (1977) Venezuelan.

Luciano D'Alessandro (1977) Venezuelan.

Pastor Oviedo (1977) Venezuelan.

Daniel Elbittar (1979) Venezuelan.

Guillermo García (1981) Venezuelan.

Alejandro Nones (1982) Venezuelan.

Rodolfo Salas (1983) Venezuelan.

Victor Drija (1985) Venezuelan.

Rafael de la Fuente (1986) Venezuelan [including German], Lebanese / Spanish and Cuban - is gay.

Willy Martin (1987) Venezuelan.

Reinaldo Zavarce (1988) Venezuelan.

Arán de las Casas (1989) Venezuelan.

Jonathan Jose Quintana (1990) Venezuelan.

Esteban Velásquez (1990) Venezuelan.

Emmanuel Palomares (1990) Venezuelan.

José Ramón Barreto (1991) Venezuelan.

Sean Teale (1992) Venezuelan, Spanish, Welsh.

Tommy Martinez (1992) Venezuelan.

Aaron Dominguez (1994) Venezuelan.

Omar Rudberg (1998) Venezuelan - has said that he "he falls in love with the person regardless of the person's sex.

Antonio Andrés Rosello (2001) Venezuelan and Italian.

Here you go!

#rph #rpc #fc help #Venezuelan fc #latine fc #Daniela N is pro isr*el so im not including her!

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fauxreveur-young · 8 months

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#alicia machado

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iliketopgun · 4 months

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Let's meet some OC's! TOP GUN MAVERICK EDITION!

Name: Hayley Olivia Prescott

Nickname: Hay

Age: 29 (during TG:M) Various ages (Flashbacks)

S/O: Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Call sign: Mockingbird

Movie: Top Gun Maverick

Family: Mr Prescott (Father),Mrs Prescott (Mother), Madison Machado neé Prescott (Older Sister), Zoë Prescott (Younger Sister), Javy "Coyote" Machado (Brother-in-law)

Fun facts/call backs: she's the middle child,she did cheerleading and theatre for a local troupe. She was homecoming queen

Played by: Phoebe Tonkin

Name: Samantha Kaitlyn Kazsanky

Nickname: Sam

Age: 28 (TG:M) Various ages (Flashbacks)

S/O: Robert "Bob" Floyd

Call sign: Karma

Movie: Top Gun: Maverick

Family: Tom "Iceman" Kazsanky (Father), Sarah Kazsanky (Mother)

Fun facts/call backs: she later becomes an admiral like her dad, did cotillion and debutante classes and debate team, valedictorian

Played by: Danielle Campbell

Name: Lyra Nicole Mitchell

Nickname: Ly

Age: 32 (TG:M) 2 (TG), Various ages (Flashbacks)

S/O: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Call sign: Chaos

Movie(s): Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick

Family: Duke Mitchell (Paternal Grandfather), Mrs Mitchell (Paternal Grandmother), Unnamed Maternal Grandmother, Unnamed Maternal Grandfather, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell (Father), Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood (Mother), Rosalie "Riveter" Kerner neé Mitchell (Aunt), Ron "Slider" Kerner (Uncle), Hannah Kerner (Cousin)

Fun facts/call backs: she has a Bradshaw as her backseater, she did cheerleading and was prom queen

Played by: Florence Pugh

Name: Cassidy Anne Bradshaw

Nickname: Cass, Cassie

Age: 32 (TG:M), 2 (TG), Various ages (Flashbacks)

S/O: Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia

Call sign: Rascal

Movie(s): Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick

Family: Nick "Goose" Bradshaw (Father), Carole Bradshaw (Mother), Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw (Twin Brother)

Fun facts/call backs: she's like Goose 2.0,did cheerleading and student council in highschool

Played by: Brie Larson

Name: Rosalie Elizabeth Kerner

Nickname: Rosie, Rose

Age: 49 (TG:M), 23 (TG), Various ages (Flashbacks)

S/O: Ron "Slider" Kerner

Call sign: Riveter

Movie(s): Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick

Family: Duke Mitchell (Father), Mrs Mitchell (Mother), Pete "Maverick" Mitchell (Older Brother), Ron "Slider" Kerner (Husband), Hannah Kerner (Daughter), Lyra "Chaos" Mitchell (Niece)

Fun facts/call backs: she's one of the first female pilots, her call sign is from her childhood nickname

Played by: Riley Volkel

Name: Hannah Eliana Kerner

Nickname: Blondie

Age: 25 (TG:M), Various ages (Flashbacks)

S/O: TBD

Movie: Top Gun: Maverick

Family: Rosalie "Riveter" Kerner neé Mitchell (Mother), Ron "Slider" Kerner (Father), Duke Mitchell (Maternal Grandfather), Mrs Mitchell (Maternal Grandmother) Unnamed Paternal Grandfather, Unnamed Paternal Grandmother, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell (Uncle), Lyra "Chaos" Mitchell (Cousin)

Fun facts/call backs: she's the only one who's not a pilot despite her cousin, mom, dad, uncle and grandfather being pilots

Played by: Alicia Silverstone

Name: Madison Amara Machado (Neé Prescott)

Nickname: Maddie

Age: 30 (TG:M) Various ages (Flashbacks)

S/O: Javy "Coyote" Machado

Movie: Top Gun: Maverick

Family: Family: Mr Prescott (Father),Mrs Prescott (Mother), Hayley Prescott (Younger Sister), Zoë Prescott (Younger Sister)

Fun facts/call backs: she's the oldest Prescott, did cheerleading and did mock emergencies

Played by: Liz Gilles

Name: Zoë Abigail Prescott

Nickname: Tiny, short stack

Age: 15 (TG:M) Various ages (Flashbacks)

S/O: Henry Cooper

Movie: Top Gun: Maverick

Family: Mr Prescott (Father), Mrs Prescott (Mother), Madison Machado neé Prescott (Older Sister), Hayley Prescott (Older Sister), Javy "Coyote" Machado (Brother-in-law)

Fun facts/call backs: she's the youngest Prescott, she plays the flute

Played by: Katie Douglas

Name: Henry Luke Cooper

Nickname: Stowaway

Age: 15 (TG:M), Various ages (Flashbacks)

S/O: Zoë Prescott

Movie: Top Gun: Maverick

Family: Mr Cooper (Father), Mrs Cooper (Mother), Ally Cooper (Younger Sister)

Fun facts/callbacks: he followed Zoë when she moved to California, does baseball and football

Played by: Montana Jordan

#lyra chaos mitchell #hayley mockingbird prescott #samantha karma kazansky #cassidy rascal bradshaw #rosalie riveter kerner #hannah kerner #madison machado #zoë prescott #henry cooper #iliketopgunocs #top gun maverick #top gun #top gun maverick oc #top gun oc #oc introduction

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joaquinwhorres · 2 years

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Mobile OC List

Here's a list of my OCs! In order to help mitigate some expectations, I've created a little key to let you know what to expect content-wise for them.

CONTENT FLOW: 🟢 - Active / 🟡 - Slow / 🔴 - Stopped

MOTION SICKNESS UNIVERSE

🟢 Carolina Alvarez (❤ Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia — FC: Alexxis Demire)

🟢 Dalia Alvarez-Garcia (❤ David Floyd — FC: Isabella Ferriera)

PUSUIT OF HAPPINESS UNIVERSE

🟢 Audrey Herrera (❤ Javy "Coyote" Machado — FC: Melissa Barrera)

🟡 Lauren Kahale (❤ Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw — FC: Lindsay Watson)

SEPARATE UNIVERSES

🟡 Katie "Birdie" Tindall (❤ Jake "Hangman" Seresin — FC: Aimee Teegarden)

AU CHARACTERS

🟢 Rosy Kovecky (❤ Steve Barton — FC: Laia Costa)

🟡 Kristina Taylor (❤ Bucky Barnes — FC: Flavia Santiago)

MCU CHARACTERS

🟢 Murphy (❤ Joaquin Torres — FC: Ludovica Martino)

🟡 Julia Schroeder (❤ Shang-Chi — FC: Olivia Liang)

🔴 Bronwen (❤ Loki — FC: Natasha Liu Bordizzo)

PARTING SHOT UNIVERSE

🟡 Kay Barton (❤ Steve Rogers — FC: Alicia Vikander)

🟡 Nat Barton (❤ None — FC: Taron Egerton)

🟡 Molly McKay (❤ Clint Barton — FC: Rebecca Hall)

🟡 Saoirse Nolan (❤ Bucky Barnes — FC: Carey Mulligan)

🟡 Grace Owens (❤ Peter Parker — FC: Zoey Deutch)

🟡 Iris Tate (❤ Pietro Maximoff — FC: Àstrid Bergès-Frisbey)

MIND OVER MATTER UNIVERSE

🟡 Leela Garcia (❤ Hector Garcia (OC) — FC: Hina Khan)

🟡 Rocio Garcia (❤ Miles Morales — FC: Reem Shaikh)

🟡 Mina Kaminski (❤ Bucky Barnes — FC: Melanie Chandra)

🔴 Sekai Williams (❤ Sam Wilson — FC: Lex Scott Davis)

NON POWERED CHARACTERS

🟢 Francesca Vives-Soler (❤ Diego Hargreeves — FC: Natalee Linez)

POWERED CHARACTERS

🟡 Maeve Walsh (❤ Ben Hargreeves — FC: Lize Ferryn)

🔴 Skye Williams (❤ Klaus Hargreeves — FC: Matthew Clevane)

🟢 Philippa Van Metre (❤ Stiles Stilinski — FC: Anjelica Bette Fellini)

MARAUDER ERA

🟡 Corinne Berenger (❤ Gideon Prewtt — FC: Hermione Corfield)

🟡 Soraya Hosseini (❤ Remus Lupin — FC: Golshifteh Farahani)

🟡 Florence Saise (❤ Sirius Black — FC: Gabriella Wilde)

GOLDEN TRIO ERA

🟢 Wren Collings (❤ Fred Weasley — FC: Annelise Judge)

🟢 Mattie Crenshaw (❤ George Weasley — FC: Nora Dari)

🟢 Nora Randolph (❤ Lee Jordan — FC: Casimere Jollette)

🔴 Bryony Hewitt (❤ George Weasley — FC: Taylor Russell)

🔴 Yaren Nacar (❤ None — FC:)

NEXT GENERATION

THE 100

🟡 Leta Cole (❤ Bellamy Blake — FC: Suki Waterhouse)

BIG TIME RUSH

🟡 Autumn Mayes (❤ Kendall Knight — FC: Bridget Satterlee)

🟡 Jemima Yeung (❤ Logan Mitchell — FC: Courtney Eaton)

CHARMED

🟡 Olivia Graham (❤ Chris Halliwell — FC: Camilla Belle)

THE COVENANT

🟡 Johanna Frye (❤ Reid Garwin — FC: Alexa Davalos)

GAME OF THONES

🔴 Iseld Cassel (❤ Theon Greyjoy — FC: Jona Walsh)

INCEPTION

🟡 Brigitte Thayer (❤ Arthur — FC: Gemma Arterton)

🔴 Sandrine Moreau (❤ Eames — FC: Stana Katic)

LORD OF THE RINGS

🟡 Estwyn (❤ Eomer — FC: ?)

🟡 Sírainel (❤ Haldir — FC: ?)

STAR TREK UNIVERSE

🟡 Priyanka Joshi (❤ Leonard McCoy — FC: Nazneen Contractor)

🔴 Keyona Hale (FC: Gugu Mbatha Raw)

🔴 Meia Kwan (FC: Catherine Haena Kim)

🔴 Elizabeth Mackenzie (❤ Scotty — FC: Jules Wilcox)

BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY

🔴 Jill Fletcher (❤ Roger Taylor — FC: Felicity Jones)

🔴 Eleanor Grey (❤ Brian May — FC: Sophie Skelton)

🔴 Sylvia Tyler (❤ John Deacon — FC: Margarita Levieva)

CHILLING ADVENTURES OF SABRINA

🔴 Edith Farrington (FC: Morgan Taylor Campbell)

🔴 Matilda Goode (FC: Elise Gatien)

🔴 Vanessa Scratch

LOGAN

🔴 Theresa Ramos (❤ Donald Pierce — FC:Veronica Echeguí)

KNIVES OUT

🔴 Aster Hearst (❤ Ransom Drysdale — FC: Inbar Lavi)

🔴 Grace Reyes (❤ Ransom Drysdale)

RIVERDALE

🔴 Bree Reilly (❤ Sweet Pea — FC: Ella Purnell)

🔴 Roxanne Roy (❤ Sweet Pea — FC: Holland Roden)

🔴 Sage Saylor (❤ Reggie Mantle — FC: Malia McMullen)

STRANGER THINGS

🔴 Wendy Buckley (❤ Steve Harrington — FC: Annie Kreighbaum)

🔴 Kimberly Finch (❤ Billy Harrington — FC: Matilda Lutz)

🔴 Louisa Mitchell (❤ Steve Harrington — FC: Maika Monroe)

UNDRAFTED

🔴 Ginny Hickey (❤ Pat Murray — FC:Anna Chlumsky)

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reading log attempt 2.0 where i don’t go off on essay-long rants

In The Dream House: A Memoir by Carmen Maria Machado: absolutely one of my all-time favorite ever books now, beautifully, amazing written, truly cathartic to read as Machado puts down all of the ugliest feelings of an abuse victim and survivor that society at large tries to shame people out of expressing. So much more than a memoir. I want to shove it into everyone’s hands.

Drag King Dreams by Leslie Feinberg: Love Feinberg, love her non-fiction, love her politics, love what she did for early trans literature, HATE THIS BOOK SO GODDAMN FUCKING MUCH. I deleted the huge essay I wrote about it but i have so many (negative) thoughts lmao. I can imagine there are people out in the world who could really, really use this book in their life, but I am definitely not one of them. Couldn’t actually finish it, dropped 85% of the way of the through and skipped to the end was just :| Women Make Horror: Filmmaking, Feminism, Genre, edited by Alison Peirse: I enjoyed this for the most part, but I went into it expecting something other than what it was, I guess more general film theory about the genre as a whole and how society reacts to it and women creating/partaking in it. A lot of the essays are about very specific movies, and so if you have not watched those moves (which I mostly haven’t, because film-media is hard to me due to attention span issues and hearing issues), then it’s kind of hard to get into it? Which is to say, this is an amazing book but I need to do a lot of studies (watch more horror) to truly appreciate it lmao. (Also I wish the line-up of films explored was more... diverse? In terms of creators, because it’s focused largely on white women, but.)

I will say I enjoy how many of the essays are concerned with exploring trauma via horror and taboo themes that are not sugar-coated! And may even be eroticized without a blaring “this is morally repugnant!” statement (because we should all know these things are morally repugnant but that survivors can have complicated relationships to them anyway.)

Essays I really appreciated:

Stephanie Rothman and Vampiric Film Histories by Alicia Kozma

Personal Trauma Cinema and the Experimental Videos of Cecelia Condit and Ellen Cantor by Katia Houde

Self-Reflexivity and Feminist Camp in Freddy’s Dead: The Final Nightmare by Tosha R. Taylor

Gender, Genre, and Authorship in Ginger Snaps by Katarzyna Paszkiewics

Women-made Horror in Korean Cinema by Molly Kim

The Transnational Gaze in A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night by Lindsey Decker

Gigi Saul Guerrero and her Latin American Female Monsters by Valeria Villegas Lindvall

These Violent Delights by Micah Nemerever: I hate this book so much lmao I am all down for unlikable protagonists but jesus fucking christ at least make their horrible internal monologuing fun to read. I REALLY want more pro lit fiction with both LGBT leads and this kind of unhealthy, fucked up, obsessive dynamic that ends in horrible things committed by this horrible couple (and things like noncon, incest, etc but i digress.) That are not YA or focused on teenagers. The opening pages that show the end point of the story really grabbed me! But then you find out the protags are both these... prodigy 17 year olds who feel special and superior and like no one can understand them because they’re too smart and see through society’s lies. Which is understandable for teenagers, and also for teenagers who are gay and Jewish and have to navigate living in a society that’s unwelcoming. But lord. The author tried really hard to make everything out of Julian’s mouth witty and scathing and intelligent but it never landed for me. The witty repartee between him and Paul never sounded like more than non-sequiturs or just lines that fell flat, disconnected, like they’re not really talking at each other. I gave up 30% of the way in.

Currently reading The Route of Ice and Salt by José Luis Zárate (enjoying a lot! exactly what i’m looking for!) and Boys, Beasts & Men by Sam J. Miller (short story collection that isn’t really grabbing me at all)

#reading log #i also read a lot of poetry but idk how to share my thoughts on poetry lmao #mine poste

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