Latest Posts by chrrywvea - Page 7

whaaaat

WHAAAAAAAA-

post concert depression is hitting hard rn😄

any advice friends?

so that's what richard was swinging around there - good to know🤣💌

Richard offering Till some panties 😅 (Groningen, Netherlands, 07-07-2023) @ kai_bu_tsu

oh that face says everything

Keating knows what's up

ME AND WHO

(still not over this. so adorable♡)

I'M MELTING THIS IS SO CUTE

I have no idea if you're still taking hcs but I have one I wanted to share.

Ice doesn't style his hair one day and Mav is freaking out because its so soft and fluffy while Ice just accepts his fate and lets Mav play with it (I'm ignoring the fact that bleach destroys hair because why not)

Thank you for this ask. It gives me a chance to write some IceMav fluff (no pun intended). Of course this fits into the timeline. This one is a little shorter, but this concept will be back at a different time in the series as well.

I hope you like it. Have a wonderful day/night! 💙

It was their first weekend in their house. The move was efficient but unpacking had been an ordeal. Mostly because they had a three-month deployment in the middle of it. They'd returned last week and worked each night to finish putting things away. There were four boxes left this morning.

Before the sun crawled its way over the horizon, Ice slid out of bed determined to sort those boxes before breakfast. He looked at the brunette sleeping peacefully and reluctantly drug himself toward the extra bedroom and the last boxes. The first box was a landmine, the items belonged to Goose. Tom carefully folded the top of the box back and carefully placed it on the shelf in the closet. He unpacked the spare linens from the second box, tucking them carefully into the dresser. The third box contained a few sentimental items from his childhood. He slid it on the shelf too. He pulled the books out of the last box and placed a few on the shelf in the room and carried the rest of the stack downstairs to the living room.

Tom climbed the stairs and slipped into the bathroom for his shower. He dried his hair with a towel and ran his fingers through it, forgoing styling product. By the time he finished shaving and brushing his teeth, his hair was too dry to style. He shrugged and started down the stairs toward the kitchen. He smiled as he smelled bacon and coffee and heard Mav humming.

Mav heard him coming and turned with a mug of coffee as he approached. "Morning Tom." He sighed contentedly, both glad to be home. Tom leaned in for a kiss, noting the minty taste of Pete's lips. When he pulled back, "You could have used our bathroom Pete, you should've joined me."

Pete shrugged, "You closed the door, I thought you might want a little space. I hear you moving the boxes this morning." Tom pressed his forehead against Pete's, "I had the door closed so you could sleep. I know you stayed up working after I crashed last night."

A light shirt of the shoulders was all Pete offered, instead ready to focus on today. "So, pancakes or french toast?" Tom leaned in for another kiss, caging Pete against the counter.

As Tom tightened his arms around Pete's slim waist, Pete's right slid up Tom's back and into his hair. Pete was used to the mixed feeling of silky soft hair held tightly together by the gel Ice used. He thought it was a perfect reflection of the man himself. On this day, he was met with only silky softness, nothing holding it rigidly in place. Pete smiled into the kiss and pulled his hand higher into the fluffy soft hair. As he lightly scratched his nails against Tom's scalp, he felt him relax a little more. Pete's smile gre wider and prompted Tom to pull away, the question in his eyes, his eyes still on Pete's lips.

Pete grinned and carded his hand through Tom's hair, "I wonder if I can keep you as relaxed as your hair today." Pete mused as he lightly pressed a kiss to Tom's neck, "That would be so nice. Just a relaxed day here, at our home."

Tom's knees threatened to buckle. He was feeling relaxed and also too far away from Pete. But hearing Pete call this house, their house, home? That melted any trace of Iceman for the day. Pete hadn't called anywhere home in so long. "Home?" He was desperate to hear it again.

Mav's green eyes twinkled, his smile crinkling the corners, "Yeah, home. With you. Our home." As they soaked in the moment, the mood was broken by the loud grumble from Tom's stomach. "Right, breakfast. Pancakes or french toast?" Mav asked again.

Tom held Pete against his chest as they made pancakes together. Mav plated them on a single plate, nodding for Ice to get the coffee. In the dining room, Pete waited for Tom to settle before plopping himself in Tom's lap. Instantly his hand returned to the soft, unstyled hair, knocking into a slightly feathered style. Tom fed Pete bites of pancake, taking his own bites between.

After breakfast, and at Tom's suggestion, they left the dishes in the sink and piled on the couch to watch some baseball. Tom was leaned back against Pete. Pete offered his own color commentary on the game, his hand gently playing with Tom's hair until he'd lulled the blonde to sleep. Mav smiled at his sleeping boyfriend, "Home. Home is good."

*slider balancing the bottle of whiskey he dared mav to down in one go*: let him continue goosey

mav, loudly clearing his throat and shaking out a VERY long sheet of paper: my dearest goose

goose, glancing up: yes?

mav, assuming a strong stance like he’s about to serenade him: my dearest nicky, words cannot express my adoration for you, nor my dedication to your side. nay, but I shall attempt anyways. your hair is silky like a really nice pillow, your eyes as deep as a river. your nose was drawn by the gods, and your mouth was painted with a rose. 

goose, turning to mav’s literal boyfriend, eyes wide: you aren’t going to stop him???

ice, mav’s aforementioned literal boyfriend, turning the page in his book: if I stop him now, he’ll just start over

mav, getting louder: YOUR HANDS-

*dinner on base*

pete: tom i feel nauseous

tom: hm... baby have you eaten at all today?

pete: uhm

pete: ...

pete: do you count?

tom, exasperated: NO I DO NOT-

*ron somewhere in the distance banging his head into the wall*

(respectfully) DADDIES

no but seriously holy shit

in the most respectful way... I AM SO GAY

Zendaya's new Bvlgari campaign.

i'm hearing as well but i've wanted to learn sign language since forever:-)

German Sign Language Resources

I'm a hearing person, so if you're like me and want to learn a sign language, i suggest you take a look at this post first:

-> Do you want to learn a sign language?

DGS (German Sign Language):

online courses all over Germany

gebaerdenlernen.de (free course & dictionary)

manimundo (online self-learning course)

"Fliegende Hände" (downloadable PC programme)

Verlag Karin Kestner (offers loads of self-learning programmes, books & infos)

Das große Lernprogramm der Deutschen Gebärdensprache (download or DVD)

list of sources for DGS

If you're speaking/learning another sign language and know some good resources to learn them, please feel free to reblog and add yours!

✨aaah nothing like listening to dad vibes by limp bizkit in the morning & dressing to please my masc desires with my silly little band shirts and oversized shorts✨

shiiit another band i'm becoming obsessed with... *slowly glancing over to the foo fighters*

i don't know why this made me laugh so much but hey here ya go

:-D

posting from rock am ring now, oops👀

but it's him so...

From ig account lifad_switzerland (Helsinki 2023-05-27) with everything going on, i feel i haven't appreciated enough that

Richard is playing with bare shoulders again ❤️🖤

off to rock am ring with my friends so the regular top gay posts will continue on tuesday:-D see ya!!!♡

HOT BESTIES SLAY TOGETHER

TOP GUN Tom "Iceman" Kazansky and his RIO, Ron "Slider" Kerner | 1986

tony scott: okay, you know the drill.

val kilmer: yeah.

tony scott: iceman stares at maverick relentlessly during the first meeting with all the pilots and their RIOs; he dislikes him immediately.

val kilmer: sure.

tony scott: he hates how cocky and arrogant maverick is, how full of himself he seems to be. the stare is full of digust. got it?

val kilmer: loud and clear.

val kilmer: iceman stares at maverick. he's in love-

tony scott: NO-

aw i love this so much, thank you for expanding it, i adore your writing♡♡♡ nonsexual intimacy rocks!

heya, if you don't mind i would love it if you could expand the headcannon of tom giving forehead, hand, and nose kisses & pete giving cheek, shoulder, and chest kisses - that was such a cute thought♡ (i feel like pete would blush like crazy, wouldn't he? 😆)

also i love your page sm!:-D one of my favs on tumblr

thank you so much!

kisses:

the nose kisses started in the cold. They had been visiting one of tom's siblings in Idaho for shore leave. Pete was not used to the cold, and hated how he needed so many layers while tom barely needed a jacket. Tom had just laughed and asked if he wanted something warm to sip on. Pete complained that his nose was so cold it would fall off. So Tom gave it a kiss. Multiple, to warm it up a bit. To this day, Pete swears it was the cold that made him flush.

pete gives cheek kisses for the most simple reasons. If tom makes him coffee in the morning, if he holds the door open, if he brings cookies home. They're just his way of saying thank you. He gives them to carole and bradley, too. tom loves it.

Tom's forehead kisses are rarer. They're reserved for sickness comfort. when he draws Pete in for a hug after a nightmare, when bradley scrapes his knees. Pete cherishes them, and he knows they're comforting and loving.

Chest kisses are reverent. Pete kisses the scars he finds, left from a crash, an accident, or a fight. He admires his lover's beauty and how he takes care of himself. Sometimes Tom walks around shirtless just so he can get this special kind of affection.

Hand kisses sprouted from a joke. they had gone to the cinema with carole to see a new romance/action film. there was a dramatic ballroom scene where the main loverboy kissed a lady's hand dramatically. after the film, as they were walking back to the car, tom recreated the scene. Pete was so flushed, tom was worried he was angry. but when pete started giggling, he learned that pete enjoyed displays of affection. the hand kisses weren't often as dramatic as the film, just when they were holding hands or when tom was feeling snuggly, but pete loves them just the same.

shoulder kisses began when tom dislocated his shoulder during a particularly rough crash. He'd just press a peck to the shoulder whenever he could, as if it would help it heal faster. Now he does it out of habit. Pete's also a little (a lot) shorter than Tom, and Pete has perfect to shoulders almost all the time. So he kisses the shoulder.

——

in case you didn't notice, i really like nonsexual intimacy. i don't mind sexual intimacy and stuff, but i'm ace, so i don't really feel the same things, yknow?

anyway i hope you enjoyed reading! as always, if you have any headcanons to share/expand on, send me an ask or dm me!

* deep into a pitch black night at the mitchell-kazansky household *

pete: tom?

tom, half asleep: hm? what

pete: would you still love me if i was a-

tom: pete. maverick. darling, love of my life, my dear husband, it is 3 am. YOU FINISH THAT GODDAMN SENTENCE AND YOU'RE SLEEPING OUTSIDE-

Slider sat in the chair, the steady beeping of the heart monitor his only company. He looked over his best friend, still a commanding presence despite his current frailty. He rolled his neck on a sigh as he glanced at the clock.

He hoped to have two more hours before the whirlwind arrived. A glance at his phone revealed messages from Wood and Sarah. Wood is on his way to get the hurricane, Sarah was on her way back to the hospital.

Ron knew he needed to be strong today, they had all been blindsided by the speed of events. Tom was diagnosed three weeks ago and Mav was due back next week. Surgery was scheduled for the week after that, but when Tom collapsed in his office the day before, the timetable was thrown out the window.

Surgery had gone well, the pathology was not back, but the knew Tom would have some amount of follow up treatments. Sarah walked into the room, two large cups of coffee in his hand. As she passed him a cup, she trailed her hand over his shoulder, squeezing the right muscle. "Did you sleep at all?"

Ron lied through his exhausted smile, "Some. I'll be ok. He should be here soon." Sarah knew Ron was lying but they didn't say more as Tom groggily opened his eyes. "Tom, you can't talk, don't try." Sarah's voice was kind, but firm. Tom pushed himself to open his eyes wider. He looked around the room, disappointment apparent on his face as a scanned the room. Ron stepped forward, "Don't do that Tommy. He's on his way. You blindsided us all yesterday. Wood's on his way to get him."

Tom nodded and opened his lips. Ron shook his head fiercely, "NO TALKING!" Sarah slid the whiteboard into Tom's left hand and a pen in his right. "Surgery?" He wrote, handwriting shaky.

A voice from behind answered, "Admiral, nice to see you awake. Surgery went well. We got the margins, but we are going to make a treatment plan. It's too soon to know about your voice yet. Don't try to use it if you ever want it back." Tom nodded in understanding, appreciating the directness of his surgeon. As soon as the doctor cleared the door, the sounds of running boots echoed through hall.

Sarah and Ron stepped away from the bed, clearing the space for the runner. The boots skidded to a halt outside the door before making their way into the room. Pete looked exhausted, he's been on the air when the call came in and on transports for 20 hours since then. Tom's eyes slipped closed as he waited for Pete to say something. Pete collapsed to his knees, tears streaming down his face. The surgery must have gone wrong, Tom wasn't awake. Pete wasn't ready to talk to the doctors yet and face the future, right now he needed to lament what was lost.

Wood and Wolf stood outside the door, neither wanting to be far from their family nor wanting to interrupt. From his spot on the floor, Pete heard a soft tapping, his name in Morse code. He looked up to see Tom's green eyes looking at him in confusion. On the whiteboard, "Pete, are you hurt?"

Pete took a deep breath, exhaling on a soft chuckle. "Only my heart, dear. You scared the hell out of me." Ron and Sarah waited, glancing out the door at Wood and Wolf nodding for them to come in.

In the bed, Tom scribbled on the whiteboard and wiggled slightly closer to the side with the monitors and opened his arms wide, whiteboard out, "C'mere"

Pete sat frozen, afraid to get to close, to hurt Tom. Tom pointed at the whiteboard with his head and shook it slightly for emphasis. Pete looked over at Ron and Sarah, earning an eye roll from Tom. Ron nodded and Pete launched himself off his knees and rushed to the bed. He stopped, trying unsuccessfully to remove his boots.

Ron huffed, "Just get in the damn bed, Pete. I'll get them." Pete crawled into Tom's open arms and the two sighed in unison. Everyone else in the room shook their heads, never have any two people been more in love, they were sure of it.

Ron untied Pete's boots, struggling to get them off. Pete's feet and ankles were swollen, a sure sign of the long hours of travel. Ron leaned over the pair, "You get two hours and then I'm taking Pete to shower and eat. I'm guessing he hasn't done either of those since yesterday." Pete ignored Ron, even as Tom nodded in agreement.

Tom held Pete tightly, taking the comfort he needed from his husband. Tom wrote on the board again, "How long do I have you?"

Pete grinned, "Forever and a day." Tom smiled as he fixed the question. "How long are you in for?"

Pete shrugged, "I'm done." Murmurs of confusion on the room were interrupted by Wolf, "I thought you had a month left."

Pete shook his head, "I'm quitting." Ron's eyebrows shot up, as did Tom's, "Quitting what?"

Pete snuggled into Tom's shoulder as he casually replied, "The Navy." The room stilled, nobody moved a muscle. The only sound was Tom's monitor, the rhythm faster now. Tom kept his left arm around Pete as he wrote on the whiteboard with his right. "NO!"

Pete didn't look at the board, he knew what it said. "I'm not asking, Tom. I was halfway across the world, it took me more than a damn day to get here. What if I had been too late?"

"NO!" Pete furrowed his brow, that was a commanding voice. He lifted an eyebrow at Hollywood, standing at the foot of the bed. "I don't remember asking permission, Rick."

"Technically, Mav," he trailed off, but Pete knew where he was going. "Fuck," he muttered. Wood was up the chain of command for Mav and would have to sign off on discharge papers. Mav's contract wasn't up yet so it wasn't as straightforward as not renewing. Tom's silent laugh shook in his chest.

Wolf jumped in, "You can't quit, Mav. We will sort this all out, but you can't quit. You COULD stop pissing off admirals though."

In the corner, Sarah spit coffee at those words. She dabbed at her mouth and nose, "Sorry, but that's like telling Tom to stop being an admiral. File it under things that will never happen."

The group nodded and Pete looked over his shoulder at his sister-in-law. She was as steadfast a person as any in his life. She knew the pair of them too well. He jutted her chin at her, "I promise I'll do my part if Tom will take extended leave."

Nobody looked over, they heard the tapping of the whiteboard and knew the answer. Pete shrugged. He looked at Wood, "Do they still have an opening for a test pilot out in the desert?"

Ron huffed, "No work talk today. Today is a family day!" Just as he finished his declaration his phone rang. He screwed up his face as he looked at the number and answered, "Admiral Kerner."

The group laughed as Ron stepped out of the room. "Isn't it ironic," Wolf sang as the chuckles continued. Tom's eyelids drooped and Pete's eyes slid closed. Sarah turned and shooed the two admirals out of the room, closing the door softly behind them. She walked over to the bed, turning the lights in the room out. She fluffed Tom's pillow as Ron reentered the room.

"Help me get Mav's flight suit off his arms. If he has a nightmare, I'm afraid he'll hit Tom as he flails." Sarah knew she couldn't talk Pete into leaving yet, but he hated sleeping in long sleeves and they sometimes they triggered his nightmares. Ron and Sarah worked gently to pull Pete's arms from the flight suit without disturbing the pair.

Tom's eyes fluttered open and he locked eyes with Sarah. "Thank you," he mouthed to her. She nodded as she slipped a pillow under Pete's head and pulled a blanket up over them.

She closed the blinds sat on the couch making space for Ron. "You too, Ron. I'll take the watch." Ron snuggled into his wife, head on her lap as she pulled a blanket around his shoulders. She sipped on her coffee as Ron slept, watching over the most important men in her life. She would make sure they all got through this.

okay quick shoutout to @polar-equinoxx here, because YOU ROCK! you're literally one of my favourite top gun & general artists ever!

you're so talented, you write & draw icemav + the other daggers so beautifully and i get so very excited every time when i see that you posted☆

(the way you draw ice's hair is just... mwah<3)

definitely check them out if you haven't!

MOTHER IS MOTHERING

I'M GETTING GAYER BY THE SECOND

✨ esc 2023 ✨

throwing something hot in the pot here, but i actually love loreen's song👀

( my initial favorites: moldova, estonia & finnland, sweden :-D )

marvel nostalgia incoming in 3... 2... 1...

just saw an edit on tiktok of endgame having been released 4 years ago...

4 YEARS? 4 GODDAMN YEARS?

watching this movie in the cinema was one of the wildest nights i ever had - sobbing together with one of my best friends and my dad, watching people of all ages, from children to grandpas, cry and cheer and completely lose their shit all together, everyone having simultaneously the best and worst night ever!

don't get me started on those poor workers at the cinema oof °•° people curled up and the floor, hugging each other, close to hysterics from crying too hard (honestly my bestie and i weren't better) and trying to fix their makeup but just randomly bursting into tears once more.

that cinema was a MESS. but the most beautiful mess i'd ever seen, and i'll never forget that night which brought so many strangers together.

(again kudos to those workers for continuously hydrating everyone through the night, & to that one sweet worker who helped me search for my lost wallet<3)

fellow marvel nerds, i wanna hear all of your endgame cinema experiences! gladly write away in those comments☆

*gay screaming in the distance* NOOO THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL

yes & no // natalie wee

Tumblr

Pure Curiosity

Wings

creds to @epiimetheux !!!

i kept coming back to this beautiful artwork and i got inspired by it so here you go...

(disclaimer: i haven't completed a fic in forever, let alone published one, so i'm very anxious about this, i apologise if it's a mess •~•♡ love you guys)

----------

tom watches from the side as his husband steps forward to his coffin. pete's head is bowed, but he can see the trembling of his lips and the coiled muscles in his jaw.

oh my love.

what i'd give to embrace you one more time.

he knew he couldn't reach his husband anymore. his time had passed.

that didn't keep tom from standing next to pete's side. keeping watch. protecting his wingman, as they'd promised to each other years ago on that fateful day.

when repressed feelings and pretentious rivalry finally made way for the unconditional love thay had never wavered once.

partnership that had lasted 33 years.

tom watched as pete took the wings off his uniform, laying them onto the smooth oak.

the gun salutes were no more than background noise, tom's sole focus lying on the man in front of him.

the moment he saw pete punching the wings into the coffin he felt an incredible warmth spread through his chest.

such a feeling had been limited to very few moments in his life.

in the cockpit of his plane, soaring above the clouds with ron at his back and pete right by his side.

the return from the layton mission.

aching and sweaty and all kinds of shaken up but alive, thriving on adrenaline and pent up energy.

they had only seen each other then.

not iceman and maverick, but tom and pete, right there on the deck, what ron had later jokingly called their "confession".

their wedding. finally being allowed to slip a ring onto pete's finger while surrounded by all their loved ones. to call him his husband for everyone to see and hear without having to fear anymore. forever and always - the ending of both of their vows.

when their son had come back to them.

pete, bradley and himself crying with relief in their kitchen as they embraced for the first time in years. pete almost losing it as bradley started called him 'dad' again, and tom almost following suit when 'pops' returned back to daily use.

in that hospital bed, when he'd kissed his husband for the last time. he had wiped the tears on pete's cheeks with trembling hands, mapping that gorgeous face he knew better than the back of his own hand.

hushed i love you's in the quiet of the room, both signed and said out loud as they held each other.

the last words he felt pressed against his forehead being 'forever and always', before he slipped away into neverland.

tom looked over his shoulder just as pete stepped back from the coffin.

the wings on his back were strikingly white. glossy and strong feathers fluttered softly in the wind, and tom couldn't help the smile that spread on his face.

i will protect you, my heart.

my wingman.

my everything.

carefully he guided his wings around pete's sides. shielding him for just a moment. providing the endless support he couldn't give in person anymore.

pete looked up towards the sky, just like the rest of the crowd, watching as the missing man formation flew by.

everyone watched the sky, but tom couldn't tear his eyes away from his husband. how the dusking sun reflected in those tender green eyes. the curve of his nose, and the sweet lips he'd kissed so very often, now being worried at between pearly teeth.

i love you, forever and always.

as if he heard him, pete echoed his words.

"forever and always, sweetheart."

i wholeheartedly love how slider just *squishes*

no seriously pilot go SQUISH

This moment makes me extremely happy 😍

@thethistlegirl @malewifebillcage

Ice peeked around the door to see Mischi bouncing up and down in her Pack n Play, clutching her teddy to her chest. Sadie sat on the bed, searching through her phone, and made a satisfied noise when she found what she was looking for. She angled her phone towards Mischi, who beamed and said, “The dreamy song!” “That’s right! Remember who sings this, Mischi?” “Unca Tom!” The burning feeling in Ice’s throat inched up into his nose and behind his eyes, intensifying when Sadie pressed play on the video. There was some static, and then there was the sound of his own voice, only the slightest rasp to it from overuse. “Which number is this, Chip?” “Seven-ayyyyy!” Mischi cheered, in unison with Sarah on the other side of the camera. “Okay, y’know what I mean, don’t get excited, man,” the Ice of 2014 said, doing his best Davy Jones impression. 2014!Sarah laughed. The Ice of 2019 fought to keep his breathing steady. “It’s ‘cause I’m short, I know.” Ice heard himself strum a few familiar chords, and then: “Oh, I could hide ‘neath the wings of the bluebird as she sings; the six o’clock alarm would never ring…” Midway through the next verse, Ice felt a hand at the small of his back. Somehow, he managed not to flinch and turned around slowly, meeting Maverick’s eyes. He wanted to explain, to say that he’d recorded hundreds of videos in the aftermath of his diagnosis—songs, stories, messages to friends and family—in case of the worst, but hadn’t touched them once since finding out he was cancer-free, not wanting to somehow jinx his luck. Not wanting the reminder of what he’d lost. But Maverick didn’t say a word. All he did was offer his hand, and Ice’s throat closed completely when he took it; let Maverick wrap his arms around him. And from the guest room, the sound of Ice’s voice rang clear and true: “Cheer up, sleepy Jean; oh, what can it mean to a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?”

a scene from the first chapter of my icemav fic bring back that lovin' feelin', drawn by the incredible @patbbangg ❤️❤️❤️

anyone wanna hyperanalyse this with me? because i could go on for ages on how absolutely heartbreaking this scene is every single time

in conclusion: yep, i am still so very much not over this and basically every other scene in tgm