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oneshlut · 6 months

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Hey!! I absolutely ADORE your writing, it makes me so happy!!! I happen to be a sucker for our favorite nerd, and you write super good for him! May i ask for general datting headcanons? Like what its like to date him???? Thank you!!!<3

A/N: ohhh, i was WAITING for this one!! i loveee dating hcs. i'm assuming you mean dr. flug, in which i am always happy to write for him! thank you so much for the request! im so happy you enjoy my works!! c: (also flug may be just a teensy bit autism-coded...)

The Doctor Is Out (Dr. Flug x Reader) [Headcanons]

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Summary: General Dr. Flug dating headcanons/What is dating Dr. Flug like?

You thought he was a nervous wreck before? You've never seen him on a date. Before a date, for that matter.

After asking you out to a museum that recently opened outside the Hat Island, he dragged himself to his room and.. screamed into his pillow. Leaving 5.0.5. decently concerned.

He paced around his lab, wracked with anxiety. Oh god, oh god--what is he going to do?! Did he still look alright?? He paused his anxious strides to look at himself in his full-body mirror that he practically pulled out of nowhere. I guess he looked alright-? Or did he need to change his shirt again? Oh--crap he should probably take off his gloves.. or should he? He's always had normally sweaty hands, not including his nerves getting the best of him.. Yeah, the gloves are staying on.

Not to mention how Demencia is teasing him every minute she gets while Flug is writing out a plan. Yeah, you heard me right, this faceless man has an entire 24-step written plan for this date. He can't go without a plan, right? He doesn't want to mess up in front of you, either..

Some ridiculous, unreasonable, irrational part of him thinks maybe you won't show up. Obviously, he doesn't know any better to know how much you love him. Then again, if he knew, I don't think he'd last.

The museum went way better than he expected! There just happened to be a jet plane exhibit, and suddenly his 24-step plan has made its way to a nearby trash can. Don't get me wrong, his nerves were definitely still there, and not going anywhere anytime soon. He was just glad that he didn't draw you away with his possibly unending rambling about different types of aircraft.

The two of you stayed in the museum until it closed at 4 p.m. The time seemed to fly by, and at some point during the date you had held his hand. Poor Flug was too distracted, that he only noticed your interlocked hands when the both of you were leaving the building. He's blushing like a maniac now. As if the red tint on his face couldn't get any worse, before you left, you kissed him on his cheek. You kissed him on his cheek. His bones turned to ice, frozen in place. Later that night, he couldn't get his mind off of you. He's not washing his bag for a while. Not like he washed it in the first place.

So, you two are dating! In a relationship! Dr. Flug refuses to believe it, but every morning kinda forces him to. Though, sometimes he gets a bit overwhelmed with the attention, so when this happens, you give him the day to compose himself again.

He's happy with the attention, though! More than happy, he's honestly never received such affection before and.. he enjoys it.

Some days, you'll just have hang-out dates! For example, Dr. Flug is undergoing a heavy project and asks you to come over for comfort. He'll even ask you for help with his experiments from time to time! Don't worry, he wouldn't involve you in anything too dangerous, he's not cruel. Well, not to you..

If we're talking about Dr. Flug here, at least one date has to go wrong. Thankfully, it's almost never his fault. He's, unfortunately, slightly popular with heroes. Not that he, himself, as a villain is popular, but rather him being known under the Blackhat name has drawn in some unwanted attention from heroes.

What does this mean for the two of you? Well, worst case scenario, a hero has such a huge grudge against Flug that they are determined to ruin your date. According to Dr. Flug, there's only a 1.117% chance of this happening, so you shouldn't have to worry too much.

Afterwards, he feels horrible that your date went to crap. He apologizes profusely, even if you forgive him in the first place, he'll continue to feel bad. All he wants is for you to be happy, and it feels like he's failed you. But the fact that you're still here with him is more than enough proof that you're far from giving up on him, if ever.

On days where you would stay inside with him, whether it be a stormy night or just a long day for you, sometimes he'd turn around from whatever he was working on when you don't respond to him, and he'll find you resting peacefully next to 5.0.5. The sight warms his heart, as he moves to grab a blanket for you, and dims the lights in his lab slightly.

With you asleep, and now with him and nothing to work on, he now has time to think. And for some reason, no thoughts come to him. Surprising to his usually busy brain.

One thought came to him, eventually. Watching you rest soundly in the now dim-lighted room, your chest lifting up and down with your soft breaths, made him realize how lucky he truly is.

Then, he came up with an idea. He didn't want your dreaming to be disturbed, did he? He grabbed a piece of notepaper, tape, and a marker. Opening his door slightly, he taped up the scratch-made sign titled:

"The Doctor is Out"

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frogblast-the-ventcore · 7 months

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This is the 2nd prototype of the XP-82 Twin Mustang heavy escort fighter, circa mid-to-late-1945. It is, perhaps, my favorite WW2 era fighter.

It was, essentially, two P-51s welded together. It was conceived as an ultra-long range escort fighter, hence why it retained two cockpits, with full controls in each. The idea was that one pilot could rest for part of the mission, and hand off control to the other when he needed a break, alternating as needed. The XP-82 had a range of 1,400 miles (2,300 kilometers), a service ceiling of 40,000 feet (12,000 meters), and a top speed of 461 miles per hour.

It's fitted here with its standard six M3 .50cal machine guns (with 400 rounds per gun, firing at 1200 rpm). Additionally, it is equipped with two 500 pound bombs, ten 5" High Velocity Aircraft Rockets, and an experimental centerline gun-pod containing an additional eight M3 Browning .50cal machine guns (each, as before, with 400 rounds, firing at 1200 rpm). This brings the total cyclic rounds-per-minute of the aircraft to 16,800 rpm combined.

The gun pod would not be retained past the prototypes, as the majority of production was fitted out or converted to night fighter spec with a radar mounted under the center wing (often nicknamed "Long Dong" due to the characteristic shape of the radar fairing). The second cockpit was refitted into a radar operator's station without flight controls.

The non-night fighter versions used the space for two more hardpoints, allowing for up to four 1000 pound bombs or up to twenty-five 5" HVAR rockets.

The P-82 (later changed to F-82) would go on to serve in Korea, but would be very quickly replaced with jet fighters, and were retired in 1953.

#ww2 #p 51 mustang #p 82 twin mustang #fighter plane

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runwayrunway · 10 months

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Miss Conenginality No. 4 - Airbus A318

I have my favorites, but I have yet to find a plane I don't think is cute. To demonstrate this I will focus this entry on the polar opposite of Boeing's very long girl - Airbus's very little compact girl, the A318!

Just look at her go! Stubbiest girl around-

Is what I would say if that was the A318!

Haha, sorry. I played a trick on you, that's not the A318. That's the A320, the normal length version! Already pretty cobby, but not quite there yet. THIS is the A318:

Okay, now THERE is the remainder of a pencil which you've sharpened so much you can no longer hold it properly! Just a tiny little-

Is what I would say if that was the A318! That's the A319, the middle setting on the A320 length slider. This plane looks so stubby that it borders on absurd, but that's not even the extent to which Airbus is willing to truncate an A320!

HERE is an A318!

This is an airplane which giants could use to play American Football! This entire plane is probably about as long as the 757-300's wing chord!

She looks like a literal bullet, fired out of the barrel of a sniper rifle made of a Boeing 757-300.

The ventral fairing is a solid third of this airplane. This airplane is three times as long as the space required to store one set of landing gear.

Just to fully rub in the sheer scale of the compression Airbus has done to achieve this perfectly ellipsoid aircraft, here are three A320 family airplanes, in the same livery, at pretty much the same angle, getting shorter, and shorter...and shorter than you thought was possible.

This is potentially the cobbiest jet on the planet. She is perfect.

#miss conenginality

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bizarre-blorbo-bracket · 8 months

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Round 1 poll 27: the V-22 Osprey from the US military vs David from the submitter's life

Propaganda under the cut:

the V-22 Osprey

First off I need to explain that I am NOT a Military Guy. I am not a Military History guy either. I dont give a shit about WII. I dont give a shit about fighter jets. I do NOT care. Normally I devote all of my vehicle obsession energy to ships. But the Osprey. God, the osprey... [takes long drag on cigarette] She's so special to me. The Osprey is a tilt-rotor aircraft, meaning it can essentially convert between being a helicopter and being a plane. It's shit at both. Its favorite things to do are eat money, set things on fire and crash so bad it flips over before it hits the ground. It needs so much maintenance that only around 60% of them are remotely working at any one time. I want to chew it like a baby with a teething toy. They say it can do aircraft to aircraft refueling but sometimes the rotors slap the fuel hose and it crashes BOTH aircraft. It craves human blood and the warm embrace of smacking into the ground. It is so so so cringe and fail and in 2021 one melted the helipad at a children's hospital. It's an indulgent taxpayer funded disaster made of equal parts military industrial complex, hubris, and mechanical failure, and I'm going to put one in a towel-lined box and feed it JP-8 from an eyedropper like a newborn kitten.

David

ive never met him but ive heard so many stories about him from friends about how cool he is hes like the real life equivalent of your mutual posting about a fandom your not in. david is a real person but to me he is a fandom i learned all the lore about by accident

#V-22 Osprey #military aircraft #aircraft #david

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feybeasts · 7 months

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Could you give us some interesting info on swedish military aircraft?

OH BOY COULD I- there's a whole wealth of stuff I could talk about when it comes to Swedish military aviation during the Cold War, thanks to their will-they-won't-they flirtation with the western powers and, as a result, their almost entirely domestic manufacturing- while many Nordic countries tended to go with various NATO staples, the Swedes got weird and wonderful thanks to one company-

SAAB. Yeah, the car people. "Born from jets" isn't just a slogan, y'know.

While the SAAB Tunnan, Lansen, Draken, etc are all fascinating, I think my favorite of the bunch is this-

The SAAB 37 Viggen. (the AJ/AJS/JA/etc-37, depending on which variant you're talking about.)

The Viggen is a multirole aircraft, and one of the first ever produced in bulk with canards- that's the second set of "wings" ahead of the first. Interestingly, while most aircraft used canards to assist with slow-speed maneuvering, perhaps most famously on members of the Flanker family of combat aircraft- such as the SU-33-

the Viggen's canards are actually a second set of lifting bodies to assist its short takeoff and landing capabilities. This makes the Viggen, quite literally, a supersonic biplane!

Meant to go extremely fast, extremely low, the Viggen was used for reconnaissance, interdiction, naval strikes, you name it- though never in any shooting war, which is probably for the best, as any shooting war Sweden was likely to be involved in would have been... bad, given it would have likely been WW3. To this end, it was equipped with terrain mapping radar, a pretty high-tech flight computer (for the time,) and a lot of steering aides, as flying low and fast in the Baltic usually meant dealing with fog, snow, and all manner of low-visibility nonsense. I remember an anecdote a friend once told me of a Viggen pilot flying a recon flight so low, one of the pictures he took was impossible to make out at first, as the structure in it made no sense- it was only when checking the flight logs that they realized he had flown under a bridge across a river- and snapped a photo of the underside!

Another interesting fact is that like most Swedish aircraft, which were expected to take off from unprepared strips of roadway, out of tunnels, even in forests (Sweden is pretty small, and any airfields would have been easy targets for a potential foe,) the Viggen is incredibly rugged- you'll note in the picture above it has BEEFY landing gear, and its engine is equipped with an automatic thrust reverser, which quite literally allows for the Viggen to stop within the span of a few hundred yards once it has landed- very necessary for taking off from short stretches of road!

It's probably my favorite Swedish aircraft for that reason, really- it's a very specific design built to very specific requirements, a truly Swedish aircraft that is quite peculiar if removed from those requirements!

Lots of fun in sims too, if you can get around the... tempermental... computer.

#asks #fey aircraft drabbles #new tag babyyyy

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unrealwasteland · 10 months

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Roosmav fic recs: G and T rated

Explicit fics get a lot of love in this fandom, but there are also many amazing fics with lower ratings, and I made this rec list to highlight some of my favorites. As always, I'm trying to include a little positive note on each fic, and I hope it doesn't get too repetitive because there are only so many ways to say I absolutely loved something.

No archive warnings apply to any of these fics.

live with me forever now by apfelhalm 700 words, G, no archive warnings apply magical realism

"Wow", Mav chuckles, "65, can you believe that?" "You don't look a day older than 60," Rooster says, but what he really thinks is: 50, more like. His own temples and mustache have been starting to turn grey a couple of years ago, but Mav's hair is still jetblack. Maverick may or may not be immortal.

This is a wonderful little ficlet. Technically an AU, but it definitely feels like it could be canon.

out in the wide open plane by Lacerta 3k, G, no archive warnings apply canon divergence: aircraft mechanic Bradley, accidental confession, reconciliation

He didn’t expect they’d run into each other, not like this, not here, in the middle of nowhere in the Mojave Desert. One reason why he took this post in the first place was the luxury of not working with hotheaded fighter pilots. The main appeal is still the birds, of course – the state of the art jets, fastest to ever exist. From the day he joined his first aeronautics class, Bradley knew working on cutting-edge aircrafts was his real dream come true. He should’ve known Maverick would be enticed by their allure, too. * When Bradley talks to himself in the empty hangar, he's sure Darkstar is the only one listening to his confession.

This is very beautifully written. The accidental confession scene means the world to me.

half of my heart by plingo_kat 4k, T, no archive warnings apply post-canon, getting together

As a kid, Mav always seemed larger than life. Whenever Bradley would see him he’d always have a new story, some cool activity to do, be appearing at the door with a kiss on the cheek for his mother and slinging his leather jacket onto an only lightly occupied coat hook along the hall. And during the mission training, he’d flown circles around the best pilots Rooster knew, himself included. It was only after they’d been released from medical, poked and prodded and provided with various compression braces and pills, that he gets to learn Mav the man: someone who lives alone in the desert and likes it, who can be the life of the party but can also spend days saying nothing at all except the occasional soft endearment to his machines.

Lovely and really well written. I adore the characterizations in this one.

Blood is thicker than water, but blood is even stronger by Fuddlewuddle 1.5k, T, no archive warnings apply post-canon, fluff, sharing a bed

Mav and Bradley are at a hotel and have to share a bed. It's everything Bradley wants but not sure he's allowed to have.

This is super sweet. Lovely take on the "only one bed" trope.

the first four knuckles by thekookster 6.5k, T, no archive warnings apply background relationships, pov outsider, character study

eighteen, twenty-two, twenty-five, twenty-nine, thirty-three— and the question remains: who is Bradley Bradshaw, really?

This is an incredibly well written Bradley-centric fic. The last chapter especially is a work of art.

some bunny to love by notyourwinter 4k, T, no archive warnings apply shapeshifter au, crack treated seriously

He'd asked his mother once, when he was a kid, why it felt so much easier to be a rabbit sometimes, rather than human, and she hadn't had an answer. She just gathered him up in her arms and said, "I know it's hard to be different, sweetheart. But you're my Bradley bun, and I love you." It's Top Gun: Maverick, except sometimes Rooster is a bunny.

Amazing take on such a cracky premise. This is cute and fun and I highly recommend reading it.

The next 3 fics have been included on my previous rec lists, but they deserve to get mentioned again:

Coffee Corner by Brenda 4.5k, T, no archive warnings apply coffee shop au, fluff and humor

"Wow." Bradley's future husband frowns — very attractively — as he grabs an apron and puts it on, deftly tying it in the back. "Wow?" "Shit, did I say...sorry." Bradley wants to sink right into the ground. "I'm not...you're real, right?" Because Bradley's pretty sure he's still asleep and having the best dream of his life.

The 'fluff and humor' tag is on point – this is a really fun and heartwarming fic.

I can't promise you anything, but I can tell you I'll never leave by othersideofthis 6.5k, T, no archive warnings apply western au

“Didn’t think you’d show your face around here again,” is the first thing Pete says when Rooster turns up at the ranch. Not “hello,” not “how you doing.” Not “don’t you know it’s been 15 years and I’ve thought about you every day.” No.

I love western AUs and this is really good. Perfect example of how to include canon elements in an AU setting.

can't start a fire without a spark by hazelmotes 5.5k, T, no archive warnings apply 5+1 things, crack treated seriously

Five times the people around Maverick and Rooster thought what is with these two? and one time they didn't have to. In which there is scheming, reminiscing, wagers, long-suffering sighs, sex toys, and Springsteen. Always, always Springsteen.

This fic was a lot of fun to read, and the different POVs in this are super well written.

#roosmav #top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #pete maverick mitchell #fic rec #rsmv recs #i've wanted to make a rec list like this for like 6 months now #but i'm glad i didn't get to it earlier because there have been a lot of great sfw fics written in the past couple of months #seriously these are all SO GOOD

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thatsrightice · 3 months

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Oscar Brand is a Canadian-born American folk singer-songwriter who released nearly a hundred albums, many of which comprising of catchy and themed folk songs. Two albums in particular were released themed around the US Army Air Force/Air Force from WWII to the Korean War and beyond; The Wild Blue Yonder was released in 1958 and Out of the Blue was released in 1961 with a majority of the songs are sung from the perspective of air crews. Many of them have dark undertones whereas some are overtly morbid at times, but for the most part they are upbeat. I love them a lot, so I wanted to share a couple of my favorites with clips of their lyrics!

The Flying Fortress

The first song on Out of the Blue is titled “The Flying Fortress,” but Brand is not praising the B-17. The song is sung from the perspective of the aircrews who flew the bomber, poking fun at each of the individuals in the aircraft before launching into a jovial chorus where they belt out their detest for the B-17. I have a feeling it’s nothing personal to the Fort as she was one of the safer bombers, however, I imagine the air crews are singing about their detest for flying during a war in which something close to 50% of bomber crews died. Definitely a song I can imagine Bucky from Masters of the Air leading the 100th in singing.

🎵 FRIG THE FLYING FORTRESS AND PRAY THAT SHE'LL ABORT, WE'D RATHER BE AT HOME THAN IN THE FRIGGIN' FLYING FORT! 🎵

Army Air Force Heaven

This one is slow but is definitely got somber lyrics. Honestly it makes me kind of sad, but at the same time it puts me at ease. It’s very unsettling and the only way I can explain it is by suggesting you listen to it yourself.

🎵 Beside a Korean waterfall, one bright & sunny day; beside a shattered bomber plane, a poor young pilot lay. His parachute hung from a tree, but he was not yet dead and as they gathered 'round him, these were the words he said: ”I'm going to that better land, where the motors always roar; where the eggnogs grow on eggplants in the Quartermaster's store; where there aren't no Interceptors and no enemies around. There’ll be apple pie & rock'n'rye and the pilots go there when they die in the Army Air Force heaven” 🎵

Come and Join the Air Force

This one is very catchy and upbeat but of course has some slightly dark lyrics that it completely glosses over. Despite this you can help but sing along.

🎵Come on and join the Air Force we're a happy band, they say, we never do a lick of work just fly around all day. While others work & study hard and soon grow old & blind, you'll take to the air without a care and you will never mind! You’ll never mind, you'll never mind; oh come and join the Air Force and you will never mind 🎵

I Wanted Wings

Honestly one of my all time favorites, it’s so catchy. It’s sung in the perspective of a pilot who has come to realize that being an aviator is not all that it’s chalked up to be.

🎵 I wanted wings 'til I got the goddam things, now I don't want them anymore; They taught me how to fly, then they sent me off to die; I've had a belly full of war! You can save those goddam Zeros for those other goddam heroes; Distinguished Flying Crosses do not compensate for losses, Buster! I wanted wings 'til I got the goddam things, now I don't want them anymore! 🎵

Honorable Mentions:

Will You Go Boom Today? <- love love love

Save a Fighter Pilot’s Ass <- very popular

Air Force Ground Crew <- verified funny by my Air Force mechanic friend

Bless ‘Em All <- mentions a bunch of early fighter jets

The Prettiest Ship <- MiG-15s are scary

#The Flying Fortress song is sooo MotA coded #Spotify #Oscar Brand #fighter jets #B-17 Flying Fortress #Folk Songs #music #aviation #aviation songs #mota

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captain-price-unofficially · 6 months

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Vought F-8 Crusader, the last of the USN gunfighters. A distinctive look and the unique variable incidence wing makes it my favorite USN aircraft of the jet era

#aviation #cold war

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daughterofthereaper02 · 2 years

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We... We Got Married Part Three

A/N: By popular demand, here is part 3. Let me know if you want part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Pairing(s): Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell x younger! female! Reader, Hangman x Rooster

You were on a separate mission, away from your husband and friends. Everything was going fine, you had to go in and get out without getting caught. However, there was security that the government was not made aware of. It was similar to the uranium mission except you were by yourself. You managed to blow up the target but on the way back you were surrounded, “This is Sparky, I’ve got four on my tail!” you yelled and glanced at the photo of your husband you kept in your jet. “I’m sorry” you whispered to him, you were supposed to go on a date to a really fancy restaurant when you got home, you had a beautiful pantsuit to go out in but you now probably wouldn’t be able to wear it. “I can’t shake them!” You said, managing to take out three of them before you were out of ammo and missiles “I’m out!” you yelled.

You got shot down behind enemy lines, in the middle of no where because that was where the target was, just some threat to NATO. You had managed to eject but got pretty hurt on the way down. You knew that no one would be coming to rescue you and you were going to be labeled as MIA, your heart ached knowing Pete was going to be devastated because it was similar to how his father went.

You pushed yourself despite the broken leg you had, you know you probably had a broken rib also and you were covered in bruises and cuts from your fall, one was very deep and you were going to bleed out within a few days. You ripped up some of your flight suit, and made a bandage to help slow the bleeding. A day later you managed to break into the facility to steal a F-18 from the enemy, you turned on your signal and just barely made it to the nearest carrier with the aid of another naval aviator on your wing.

Once you got out of the jet, you collapsed onto the ground and passed out, your makeshift bandaged coming off and leaving you bleeding on the ground.

A week later, you were finally waking up and groaned at the bright white room you were in. You couldn’t remember having gotten to the aircraft carrier so you began to rip off wires and tubes, needing to get to safety. “Lt. Mitchell! Calm down!” A nurse said, running in “You’re safe Lt. Mitchell!” she said, trying to get you to lay down. Your husband ran in and as soon as you saw Pete, you relaxed and stopped fighting. “Pete?” you whispered and held your arms out, you cried into his shoulder when he came to hug you. “I never thought I would see you again, I love you so much” you told him, pulling back to kiss him deeply. He cupped your cheek and held you for a few minutes before letting go so you could get hooked back up to the monitors.

A few days later, Pete was wheeling you out of the hospital, holding your crutches for you. He helped you into the truck and put your crutches into the backseat. When you got home, you made your way up to the front door with your crutches, when you opened the door, you jumped as people came out an yelled “Surprise! Welcome home!” they shouted. You flushed and smiled at everyone “Thank you guys” you smiled.

You spent a little while with all your friends before Maverick sent them all home. He helped you shower and when he went to help you into your room, you shook your head “Can I sleep with you?” You asked nervously. He smiled and nodded, helping you to his room and grabbed one of his shirts and boxers for you to change into.

You were both snuggled in his bed as you put an ear to his chest “I was terrified. Terrified I would never see you again, I lost my favorite photo of you in that crash” you said, listening to his heartbeat. “I would ask you to marry me after that but we already are married” you joked, your eyes growing heavy as Pete held you against him. “I nearly shut down when they told me you were MIA” he told you, running his hand through your hair, “You have become my life Sparky” he said, kissing the top of your head. You could feel his tears in your hair and you both held each other as you cried, finally letting out the feelings you had kept hidden.

The next few weeks, Pete helped take care of you and you were both falling in love with each other even more. He was good with helping you in and out of the shower, taking you out on simple dates that wouldn’t jostle you too much. He was absolutely perfect with you. Your favorite time was you both laying on the couch, your head on his chest as you both watched movies.

#Top Gun: Maverick #Top Gun #pete mitchell #pete 'maverick' mitchell #pete mitchell x reader #maverick #maverick x y/n #maverick x reader #We Got Married?#We... We Got Married?

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bradsthorn · 7 months

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WONDER OF YOU | B.B. X FEMALE OC

Chapter 1: The Wonder of You

Summary: Nicolette 'Wildcard' Mitchell was shocked to get called back to North Island. Her track record was not exactly clean and most certainly not one that most would celebrate. Then she sees Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw again. Maybe it won't be all bad.

Warnings: Mentions of death, alcohol, Flashbacks to Top Gun 86, Broken Family dynamics

Word Count: 2.6K

Author Note: Hey y'all this fic is my baby and I'm excited to share this with y'all. This is cross-listed on AO3!

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“Wood.. I barely got out of being grounded, just to be sent to Top Gun. It has to be some sort of cruel punishment.” The girl was huffing as she stuffed another shirt into her bag. Nicolette Mitchell a.k.a. Wildcard, lived up to both her callsign and last name in ways that made her commanding officers grimace upon seeing her assigned to them.

“ Or it’s for something important. They don’t just call people back like that for punishment, Nic.” The older male was shaking his head as he responded. He had basically adopted the girl — she had been his favorite kid of the class of 86’s, not that he didn’t like Bradley, but there was a special place in his heart for the brunette girl.

“Yeah, because they send Maverick to new places for important things.” Nicolette was letting a laugh fall as she heard Hollywood hush his husband.

“No, no.. Wolf is right. They sent Maverick to .. well, anywhere he’s been sent simply because he pissed off an Admiral. Not that I did.” There was a snort being heard over the phone and then an ‘ow!’ shortly after,

“Nic.. did you piss off an Admiral?”

“Technically, yes. But my wingman needed me, it wasn’t my fault they didn’t fill my fuel tank up all the way.” This was a common occurrence for the girl, her wingmen, and team were always first, aircraft and herself second. So be it if it got her in trouble she valued people over the jets they were in. One lesson Maverick had been able to teach her is that your teammates are not replaceable, the jets are no matter what the Navy says.

“So.. you pulled a Maverick?” There were a few seconds of silence before the two males could hear her zipping up the bag.

“No. I was being a good teammate. He doesn’t know what that’s like.” There was some poison in her words, and it was clear as day to the pilot and his RIO that the relationship between the girl and her father had not gotten better.

“I.. okay, Nic. Just.. let us know when you get here, we’d like to see you, kid.” If there was one thing Hollywood knew, it was that whatever waited for the woman on North Island, he would have pieces to pick up.

“I will. Love ya’ll.” Once the couple had responded, she was hanging up and tossed her bag into her Thunderbird.

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Nicolette Duke Mitchell had been accustomed to being moved around a lot, at least until she needed a stable place to be able to attend school. Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky, the man that was her second father; pops as she called him, was able to stay stationary for her. While Maverick was being sent to Iraq, Bosnia, and wherever else the Navy sent him, Iceman was staying at Top Gun, raising the almost carbon copy of his wingman. Thankfully, some of the rest of the 86 class was able to pitch in. Or they at least kept her busy when they’d visit. And of course, Carole. Seeing as the two had gotten so close over the short amount of time they had together while their dads were in Top Gun, Carole couldn’t possibly keep Bradley away from Nicolette. There were plenty of phone calls, where the two toddlers mirrored each other; being sat on the counter with their respective parents keeping them steady, just chatting away like they had much to talk about. But they could do it for hours and each call ended with a “bye bradbrad.” and “bye ni.” Nic visited Brad and Carole in Tennessee for plenty of weeks in the summer and Brad would visit Nic in San Diego whenever he was able. Until he was in Maverick’s custody and then he was living with her and Ice.

Iceman had done his best to keep the girl in contact with her father. And he pulled strings whenever necessary to get Maverick home to her. But, almost like clockwork, he was pissing off whichever admiral or higher up he could and getting sent away. What originally was described to the girl as ‘the Navy just needs him right now.’ transpired into a festering grudge towards her father – one that faded each time he came home, but grew the second he left again.

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The Hard Deck, something you weren’t supposed to go below. That was Navy law, and anything below the hard deck was dangerous, it could damage the aircraft. This hard deck though? Could damage a person’s wall that they had spent much of their adult life building, or cause cracks in a facade. But it also held a lot of memories from the time spent in Top Gun. Something that was cherished among those that attended, and it was the best bar to go to attempt to score a free drink.

The brunette was shutting the door to her car, a small sigh being given as she witnessed all of the other pilots entering the bar. She knew what that meant; she wasn’t getting grounded. Just a slight possibility of being sent to her death. Which, she figured the Navy wouldn’t bat an eye at, it would achieve their goal, keep the Mitchells out of the sky and run them out of the Navy. Her digits ran through her hair for a second, checking it in her mirror when her eyes fixed on the blue Bronco parked a few spots down. Holy shit. She hadn’t seen the owner of that Bronco since two deployments ago. There was almost a hop in her step as she stepped into the loud building, an easily recognizable song on the jukebox.

If you’re lookin’ for trouble, you came to the right place.

She shook her head, what a song to be playing when she came in. The people at Top Gun had thought she was trouble, and any higher-up that she had would probably agree with that statement. There were three people in the bar that wouldn’t agree with it; one that she hadn’t seen yet; and that was known by the fact she was still in the bar. The second was already smiling as she noticed her, sliding a beer down to her; amazed the girl hadn’t recognized the male a few feet away. And then;

My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack.

“Mitchell… You’ve got to be shittin’ me.” Hangman. A man Nicolette knew well, but despised just as much.

“Seresin.” There was a beat. Lips parted as she shook her head at him. It was clear that whatever this was, it was serious. Otherwise, there would’ve been no need for the number of patches she was seeing. Nicolette watched the male grab his beers and nod to someone behind her, the person paying for their drinks, she assumed. Then against her better judgment, she followed the blonde back to the group. Her eyes stuck on the Hawaiian shirt that she had entered the bar searching for. But, Hangman beat her to having the first word with him once he had changed the song.

“Bradshaw, as I live and breathe.”

“Hangman… You look… good.”

“Well, I am good, Rooster, I’m very good. In fact, I am too good to be true.” Nic let a quiet scoff out, head shaking. She had taken a seat at a stool behind Brad, not wanting to get in the middle of it. This wasn’t her fight, at least not yet.

“So, anybody know what this special detachment is all about?” Nic’s brows furrowed at the man who spoke. She only knew a select few of the pilots around the pool table.

“No, mission’s a mission. They don’t confront me.” His ego hadn’t changed apparently.

“What I want to know: Who’s gonna be team leader?” Her eyes followed the pool balls that clattered together.

“And which one of yall has what it takes to follow me?” There it was. His ego was bigger than the state he came from.

“Hangman, the only place you’ll lead anyone is an early grave.” The woman had to take a sip of her beer to keep from chuckling loudly. Eyes meeting those of a male across the pool table, he had glasses and seemed to be the quieter one, seeing as the two on either side of him, one whom she knew; Coyote, who typically couldn’t keep his mouth shut, and the other who let a low “whoo!” out at the comment, obviously were loving this interaction. The one with the glasses was not.

“Well, anyone who follows you is just gonna run out of fuel.” Nicolette was getting close to stepping in,

“But that’s just you, ain’t it Rooster?” Her body inched closer to standing.

“You’re snug on that perch, waiting for just the right moment…” And she was up, body moving quietly to stand behind the male. Hangman’s eyes trailed from the taller male to land on Nic. Almost as if his next words were for both of them,

“That never comes.” There it was. His eyes had locked back on Brad’s after, Nic noted the small smirk that grew on Hangman’s lips. She was going to have to make herself known to Brad now.

“Y’know Hangman, you don’t have to compensate for your lack of… well, size right now.” Head tilting, with a small smirk growing as she watched the blonde falter for a split second before his lips were moving back to his signature smirk.

“If you wanna see how wrong you are, let me know Wildcard.” Winking at her, earning a scoff, as his attention turned back to Rooster,

“I love this song.” And then the pair watched him walk off. Bradley’s eyes finally landed on the girl.

“Ni..” It was like he let his body relax for a second, he didn’t have to be on guard with her. He was safe with her.

“Hey, Bradbrad…” Then arms were wrapped around her, bringing her into his chest, he didn’t know how long to hold onto her but at the moment? Time had stopped anyway so it didn’t matter. And neither could see the way the simple action between them had caused someone else’s world to stop, Maverick hadn’t seen the two of them together in years, and as he took in the Hawaiian shirt on the male’s body and arms wrapping around the female in a brightly colored red and orange shirt, it was like going back thirty years. The sight caused his heart to ache. Then Bradley’s arms were removed as he looked to the other girl who had joined them, but a hand had found its way to rest on Nicolette’s back. Maverick’s eyes burned into the pair, and for Nicolette, the fact her hair was sticking up on the back of her neck had more to do with the group of people in front of her who, while they may know her or know of her, most likely already wouldn’t want her around. Her reputation and last name — something that always held more significance than her — always preceded her.

“Well, he hasn’t changed.” Nic’s brows rose as she looked over the other girl, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace. Of course, she knew her, although there was a small negative feeling festering in her stomach as she took her in. Nicole couldn’t put into words what that feeling was, but it was prominent.

“Nope. Sure hasn’t.” There was a small part of his accent lingering at the end of his statement, which made her lips curl up at the edges.

“Change is a foreign concept to him.” Nicolette let the words fall, almost as if she had to prove her existence. Needed to prove something, what it was? She couldn’t tell anyone. But there was a nod given her way by Phoenix, which caused her to feel settled until more voices joined them.

“Check it out.” The group’s eyes flickered away from the pool table to focus on the entrance, “More patches.” Nicolette knew what that meant, that whatever was happening wouldn’t be good.

“That’s Harvard, Yale, Ohama. Shit, that’s Fritz.” Wildcard’s green hues followed after the group and her lips pursed for a second as she scoffed, head shaking.

“What the hell kind of mission is this?” Her brow rose at the male, Garcia was what he’d be known by until she knew his callsign, thank the US Military for name badges.

“A suicide mission,” Nicolette mumbled, causing eyes to land on her as she mindlessly played on her phone. The other pilots around them turned to her, eyes narrowing. She didn’t think twice about what she had said, if anything she knew she was right. They don’t call back this many pilots for something any less serious than that.

ICEDAD

ICE.

Nic.

You’ll never guess where I am.

North Island?

This is why I don’t play guessing games with you

But… so is half of the goddamn navy

That’s an exaggeration.

Okay? And? It’s still a lot of people.

And?

Brad is here.

I know.

So you knew i was here?

Got briefed on it.

Someone else is there though.

And the conversation was over once Nic heard the bell ring. Either someone else was paying for their drinks or

“OVERBOARD! OVERBOARD! OVERBOARD!” The girl’s head tilted, phone slipping back into her pocket as she shook her head, eyes locking with Bradley’s at the piano. It was second nature for her to find her way to the instrument. She had spent so many years with the male just hanging out while he played or learned to play.

The toddler was kicking her feet in her father’s lap. Her head tilted to the side as she watched the two blonde women on the other side of her. Nicolette had very little patience in her tiny body and barely sat still - as would be expected from Maverick’s kid. Her fingers wrapped around a fry, that quickly went flying to hit the woman in a white blouse. Giggles were fast to leave tiny lips afterward, Maverick himself having to fight off a laugh. Then once Carole – who Nic adored – had smiled at her, Nic was done and trying to wiggle out of Maverick’s hold. She wanted to go sit with the guy at the piano with the colorful shirt. She liked him a whole lot, he would put her in the sky when he picked her up, and he flew her around sometimes, she loved it. Not to mention the kid on top of the piano who was her newfound best friend. Finally, her dad was heading over there with her, setting her down on the bench to stand, Nic’s hands reaching to try to grab the hat off of the piano – Goose’s hat, but one hand was grabbed by her father to twirl her – as carefully as possible, as the two men sang;

“You shake my nerves, and you rattle my brain…”

Bradley had an arm wrapped around the woman’s waist as his fingers created the familiar tune on the piano; Nic let a soft laugh out as he glanced up at her with a mischievous twinkle in his puppy dog browns,

“Thinkin’ ‘bout your love drives a man insane, you broke my will, oh what a thrill, goodness, gracious, GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!”

The two were a splitting image of something Maverick had never thought he’d see again, and now watching the group of young pilots around the piano and the two on the bench, there was no way he couldn’t teach this mission. They had to come home. If not for him or the families any of them may have had, they had to come home for each other.

credit: I don't own any characters but Nicolette Mitchell, and any other OCs that may appear and their storylines. I have no affiliation with Top Gun or Top Gun: Maverick. All rights go to the rightful owners.

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runwayrunway · 10 months

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Miss Conenginality, No. 1 - Boeing 377 Stratocruiser

Very recently I was asked what my favorite planes visually are, and I said that I would do a series of posts on the matter for each like the original post received. A lot of people close to me probably had an idea in mind as to what my first post would be, and I'm going to intentionally not give them what they expect.

Today's featured model is a blast from the past, the Boeing 377 Stratocruiser!

Image: San Diego Air & Space Museum Archives

Serving for just over a decade (1949-1963), the Stratocruiser was a member of that weird generation between the flying boat era and the introduction of turboprops and early jets, contemporary to the early Constellation models and the DC-6. For the day it was a pretty advanced design - it had to be, to compete with the two aforementioned giants. It had a pressurized cabin and impressive range but most notably it was a literal giant with its two passenger decks and triple-digit passenger of capacity, and was Pan Am's choice to replace the luxury overseas transport offered by their old Boeing 314 flying boats - they placed the most expensive order in history at the time, for 20 planes. In a very early example of the US government deciding Boeing was their favorite, mail routes flown by Stratocruisers were heavily subsidized for Pan Am and Northwest.

Sounds great! Only problem is that nobody can afford to operate it and the propellers fall off and overspeed whenever they feel like it. Nearly a quarter of the 56 examples built were destroyed in accidents and Boeing lost seven million dollars (in 1950s money).

But this blog isn't about those sorts of things. We Eat Babies Airlines can get a good rating if it has a good livery and the Christmas Bullet could get a feature if I liked how it looked. And can we talk about how the Stratocruiser looks like a plane dressed up as a blimp?

Those wings look way too skinny to lift her! Physics is truly incredible. Look how big those nacelles are compared to the wings! What is this thing! Image: San Diego Air & Space Museum Archives

How did we get here? Why did they design it to look like this? Well, it's actually a bit of a story. We did not start out here. We started out with the B-29 Superfortress, a decidedly normal-looking WWII-era bomber probably best known for the whole...nuclear bombs thing. We then added a second lobe (and some other modifications) for the C-97 Stratofreighter. And then the war ended and, as was not especially uncommon back then, the decision was made to develop an airliner variant of what had been a military cargo plane, and the Stratocruiser was born.

You can really see the transformation into an aerostat taking place.

I do think it really shows that this was a development of a more normal airframe, but I think that almost makes it even more charming. The Stratocruiser is a strange plane, a very large bumblebee made of metal and held together with dollar bills and chewing gum.

Image: William Simpson/US Coast Guard

Here's one being successfully ditched (as Pan Am flight 6), because why not!

And, thankfully, the world of aviation wasn't content to stop there. As aircraft grew in size and the space race began in earnest there arose a need for excessively large freighters. Today you may be familiar with the Airbus Beluga and Boeing Dreamlifter, but you may be a little less familiar with NASA's outsize cargo aircraft, used to carry full rocket stages. The only Stratocruiser-derived aircraft still in service: NASA's Aero Spacelines Super Guppy.

Yes, this feels like the end stage of the Stratocruiser's evolutionary line. This is correct. I love her, and I hope you all do too.

The Stratocruiser is a strange curiosity for sure, an odd-looking relic of a long-bygone era...and so irresistibly silly that I can't help but love it.

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delinquent-road-hazards · 5 months

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WELCOME TO MY BLOG

About me:

My name is James!!

Dutch 🇳🇱

She/he/they, call me whatever you prefer

I am a MINOR! I am 16 years old

Artist and editor

My favorite band is KISS

I recently got into the movie Cars because i got interested in, well, yk, cars. That's because of my friend (thank you btw)

I also love almost every type of vehicle. Military vehicles/aircraft, normal planes and jets, cars, motorcycles, trains, boats etc etc. My favorite fighter jet is the Hawker Hunter, mostly because of the blue note it has.

I am in multiple other fandoms such as Mortal Kombat, Ace Attorney, Wings of Fire etc etc. You can find more of that on my main blog @cheesborgar

About my oc's

My oc's are:

Scheme: An colourful Dodge Challenger SRT, loves almost all types of racing, American, He/Him

Dirt/Adrian: An Subaru WRX, loves dirt rally, German, He/They

Amadon: An McLaren P1, professional street racer, African-American, He/Him

Specter: An 1997 Mitsubishi GTO, professional street racer, coaching Amadon at this moment, American with Japanese ancestry, Transgender FTM He/Him

Milo and Franziska, Twins, Ferarri 512 tr, Italian, He/Him and She/They

Non-cars:

Starlight: fighter jet, Hawker Hunter, former airforce fighter, now does airshows, British, She/Her

Markus: bomber plane, Avro Vulcan, former airforce bomber, retired, British, He/Him

FEEL FREE TO ASK ANY OF MY OC'S OR ME QUESTIONS :)

That was all! I hope you have a nice day/night!!

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cogbreath · 8 months

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please tell me your best 9/11 facts im actually curiojs

1. This is my favorite fact of all. there exists a photo of one of the hijackers doing bong rips. the sad part is we aren't allowed to see it. I asked all the right ppl but unfortunately its not something the public will probably get to see :(

2. Mohamed Atta once went to see the jungle book in theaters with his roommate in germany. He (Atta) got so mad about all the people talking during the movie that he kept angrily muttering "Chaos!" the entire time and was so mad about the whole ordeal he shut himself in his room the rest of the day.

3. So lets talk about jet fuel and steel beams. Sure, jet fuel itself cant melt beams. What really happened is the impact of the plane crash blew off the fireproofing in the towers. The jet fuel and the explosion ignited a lot of fires, and the steel beams of the towers started to become malleable (not melted!) from the intense heat, causing the walls of the towers to bend in on themselves. Eventually the force of the walls sagging became so intense that the building collapsed in on itself, causing a sort of domino effect. The twin towers were constructed with a method that is characteristically different than other skyscrapers have been built with. I am not too well versed on the physics of it all, but basically, a unique construction led to a unique collapse and that is "the deal" with the way the towers fell. Also, some of the jet fuel fell into the elevator shafts and exploded into flames on lower floors. Basically, the fact the towers were built to be more open and hollow compared to other skyscrapers meant that a lot of fires were able to spread in these circumstances.

4. The architect for the WTC actually worked with The Saudi Binladin Group, a construction conglomerate founded by Osama Bin Laden's Father. As far as I know, thats as far as the connection goes between the two and anything that says theres more to this is just kind of unfounded theorizing

5. observers actually thought that flight 77 (the one that crashed into the pentagon) was a military aircraft, because the speed and advanced manuevers they saw made them think it was a military plane. On that note, the hijacker pilot of this flight, Hani Hanjour, was unique in that he had a career as a commercial pilot beforehand in the 90s.

6. Ziad Jarrah's roommate in florida once saw him crash a plane into a building while playing microsoft flight simulator. He (the roommate) found it funny at the time, but not in hindsight, of course.

7. Also, according to this same roommate, Jarrah really enjoyed watching the show F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

8. Ironically, when designing the WTC, they did wonder about a situation if a jet airliner were to crash into the towers.

9. Also when designing the world trade center, they increased the floor space plan to be (coincidentally) about as large as that as the pentagon.

10. Mohamed Atta's email was discovered to have contained file attachments infected with the SirCam malware. (i just like this fact bc its a crossover between my special interests. malware and 9/11.)

11. Lastly, they actually didnt decide on what targets to hit in the attack until July of 2001 despite having planned the attack for the past 3 years!!! crazy!

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