#nevada jane

[maddymoreau]

You know the F/O brain rot is STRONG when they have you researching topics you never once cared about.

Proship DNI

#Right now I’m watching a documentary about the history of Nevada. #When I’m finished I’m going to watch a documentary about what Las Vegas was like in the 1950s. #Also I have a list of movies featuring Jane Russell and Marilyn Monroe I plan to watch later. #Then two books about Howard Hughes I’m planning to read. #I’m having fun plus ​it’s going to help me write my self ship and understand Mr. House better. #Selfship #Selfship community

[trailertrashin]

#jane hilton #nevada #2001

[weirdworldofwinnie]

Dr. Sam Owens & Jane "Eleven" Hopper Byers, March 1986.

#sam owens #dr owens #eleven hopper byers #jane hopper #stranger things 4 #stranger things #stranger things moodboard #my edit #photo collage #digital collage #icons #design #fictional character #character aesthetic #vintage style #moodboard #nina project #nevada #quote

[janedances]

Day 2 - Nevada Riley as Alternate

Nevada is an American singer, actress and dancer! She is currently u/s Lydia, Ensemble as well as Girl Scout/Miss Argentina in Beetlejuice: The Musical on Broadway at the Marquis Theatre!

Why: She is an incredible singer, belter and such a hilarious person! She’d be such a sweet Boleyn, killer Seymour and an OUTSTANDING HOWARD! Just imagine.

#six the musical #six #six musical #six alternates #six dreamcast #nevada riley #six broadway #six us tour #jane takes #six chaos #six swings #beetlejuice #anne boleyn #katherine howard #jane seymour

[jmpphoto]

Mary Jane Falls by James Marvin Phelps Via Flickr: Mary Jane Falls Spring Mountains Kyle Canyon Nevada May 2023 Monday morning hike to Mary Jane Falls in the Spring Mountains. The water is really flowing as the winter snowpack begins to melt. The hike to Mary Jane Falls is a must-see for anyone looking to experience the natural beauty of Nevada's rugged landscapes! The Mary Jane Falls Trail is fairly strenuous, climbing almost 1,100 feet in 1.6 miles. The trail starts at the bottom of Kyle Canyon, which at this point is deep, heavily forested, and surrounded by beautiful gray limestone cliffs. In the first 0.7 miles, the trail climbs 450 feet, then turns right into a side canyon and climbs another 650 feet to the falls in the remaining 0.9 miles. The falls are seasonal; the best flows occur during spring when the snow is melting. Trail description from birdandhike.com (www.birdandhike.com/Hike/Mt_Char/MJ_Falls/_Mary_Jane.htm)

#nevada #waterfall #mary jane falls #spring mountains #kyle canyon #mt charleston #mountains #snow #rocks #limestone #landscape #outdoors #hike #adventure #nature #spring melt #james marvin phelps photography #flickr

[sledgehammersurgery]

Starr Valley Jane Doe (1972)

The victim's body was nude and had been posed in a cross-like manner. She had been shot by a .22 caliber handgun in the neck and left cheek.

#jane doe #true crime #uncanny valley #cursed image #1972 #70s crime #unsolved case #unsolved mysteries #nevada #new vegas crime #tags for exposure #police sketch #creepy #cursed #grateful doe #true horror stories #victim profile #unknown person #unidentified victim

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

DIRK: My roommate and I have started texting each other like democratic fundraising messaging.

--- gutsyGumshoe [GG] began pestering timaeusTestified [TT] at 15:15. ---

GG:

GG: Dirk - it's Nancy Pelosi and I'm asking for your help. When Jane takes out the trash, I NEED you to replace the bag. Otherwise, we're letting MAGA win!! Can I count on your support?

TT: Yep, my bad.

--- gutsyGumshoe [GG] ceased pestering timaeusTestified [TT] at 15:15. ---

--- timaeusTestified [TT] began pestering gutsyGumshoe [GG] at 20:57. ---

TT: I'm in disbelief: Nate Silver's FiveThirtyEight just announced we need more boxed mac and cheese for dinner.

TT: -- We're WINNING in Florida.

TT: -- We're WINNING in Ohio.

TT: -- We're WINNING in Pennsylvania.

TT: -- We're WINNING in Georgia.

TT: -- We're WINNING in Nevada.

TT: -- We're WINNING in New Hampshire.

TT: I cannot emphasize this enough: We have a once-in-a-lifetime chance to GO to the store for mac and cheese.

GG: The votes are in: We're getting mac and cheese.

TT: Fuck yes.

--- timaeusTestified [TT] ceased pestering gutsyGumshoe [GG] at 21:02. ---

#source: @paigemoskowitz and @tylerevansokay on twitter #these two. their friendship is Important To Me. theyd be so insane together if they lived in the same house #homestuck #incorrect homestuck quotes #incorrect quotes #mod dave #dirk strider #jane crocker #............and nancy pelosi .

[aaknopf]

The Asking: New and Selected Poems covers half a century's poetry-making by Jane Hirshfield, who shapes whole worlds of feeling—and moves between idea and image—with startling economy.

To Drink

I want to gather your darkness in my hands, to cup it like water and drink. I want this in the same way as I want to touch your cheek— it is the same— the way a moth will come to the bedroom window in late September, beating and beating its wings against cold glass; the way a horse will lower its long head to water, and drink, and pause to lift its head and look, and drink again, taking everything in with the water, everything.

More on this book and author:

Learn more about The Asking by Jane Hirshfield.

Browse other books by Jane Hirshfield and follow her @janehirshfield on Facebook.

Click here to see a recording of Jane Hirshfield deliver this year's annual Blaney Lecture for the Academy of American Poets, "Making the Invisible Visible." [link will be available after March 19]. Jane will give the keynote speech at The Sierra Poetry Festival in Nevada City, CA on April 13 and will hold a conversation on climate change at the Tiburon Public Library with Science Friday host Ira Flatow in Tiburon, CA on April 19 at 6:30 PM.

Visit our Tumblr to peruse poems, audio recordings, and broadsides in the Knopf poem-a-day series.

To share the poem-a-day experience with friends, pass along this link.

#poetry #knopf #poem-a-day #knopfpoetry #HirshfieldAudio #poems #knopf poetry #the asking #jane hirshfield #poem #to drink

[padawan-historian]

On August 8, 1863, Tennessee ratified the 13th Amendment, abolishing the domestic slave trade of Black + indigenous folks in the state. 159 years later in 2022, Tennessee folks voted to abolish all forms of slavery in the state, including the "Slavery Clause" that allows for incarcerated slavery to persist in both state-sanctioned + private for-profit prisons.To this day, the United States continues to build wealth off the exploited labor of impoverished, (dis)abled, undocumented + racially marginalized people who are incarcerated.

Each community and country that participated in the Transatlantic Slave Trade has its own emancipation day (or year).

And yet, as of 2023, Colorado, Alabama, Oregon, Vermont, Tennessee + Nevada (2024) are the only U.S. states who have made steps to abolish slavery in all its forms. That's not even touching how slavery, both state-sanctioned and illegal bondage, continues to bleed into our everyday places from child labor + forced s*x work to penal plantations and chocolate factories (looking at you at hershey chocolate)

In this second wave of Jim & Jane Crow flooding our world, we must arm ourselves with the tools to disrupt systems, distribute resources + deepen our collective action + good trouble ~

If you wanna explore the full Emancipation post + readings, come join us in the garden community over on Patreon where we upRoot our miseducation through history lessons, community conversations + book talks + decolonizing our everyday practic, our classrooms + our communities.

Reclaim your emancipation + immerse yourself in the ancestral, antiracist liberation! 🖤✊🏾✨️

#prison abolition #our world #black lives matter #ecosystem of white supremacy #our history is your history #politics #13th amendment #padawan historian #cite black women #reclaim the fourth #emancipation day

[chirpsythismorning]

Terry Is Not El's 'Mama'

Let's talk about this scene.

In 4x08: Papa, as El is waking up after finding out the 'truth’ about the massacre, she has yet another flashback of her birth.

It's important to keep in mind that El has had flashbacks of her birth consistently ever since she met Terry aka 'Mama', in 2x05: Dig Dug. Though arguably, her most notable flashback occurred in 4x07: The Massacre at Hawkins Lab, which showcased her mother’s love in the moment El was born and how that memory was a a catalyst for her getting the strength to defeat Henry in '79.

And so, why? Why oh why is her flashback in Papa framed like this?:

Did you catch it?

The nail polish...

The same woman doctor currently helping attend to El at the Nina Project in Nevada, has identical nail polish to Terry in El's flashback.

Literally, back to back, they are juxtaposing these shots with this woman's hand.

This exact shot of Terry from El's flashback was also shown during the massacre, just a little bit differently with I love you accompanying it instead of Hi, Jane.

If you want to understand what exactly I'm implying here, this ask I answered a few days ago delves into why I think El's memories in relation to Terry and the Rainbow Room at Hawkins Lab have been tampered with. And the scene(s) here in this post seems to support that claim even further.

Because seriously, why else would they show us a flashback of what we're being led to believe is Terry's hand, aka El’s mom, with it being this huge moment that gives El the strength to banish Henry to the UD, only to bring back that same shot in the following episode, juxtaposing it with this woman who works alongside Brenner and Owens?

Why?

I talked about it in that original ask, but I just want to reiterate again that it really doesn't make sense for them to keep rehashing El's birth, making it more and more disjointed every time, if the truth behind it all is that Terry is simply El's mom? It only makes sense to keep bringing it to the forefront if there's still something missing/being misunderstood by both El and as a result, the audience.

I also want to add another scene in the mix, within the context of that scene I talked about most in my ask, related to Terry rejecting herself as El's mom/home, and how that also juxtaposes this scene from 4x05: The Nina Project, which includes Brenner, Owens, some guards, and that infamous third doctor (with the nail polish matching Terry)...

You might be asking yourself why? And I am clearly right there with you!

Why???

And yet, upon thinking more critically about what is believed to go down in s5, I can’t help but wonder if all of this series long build-up related El’s birth(day) memories being tampered with, and how that might have a little something to do with another certain characters widely speculated forgotten birthday…

#byler #stranger things #el hopper #willel wondertwins #willel literal twins #st theory #birthdaygate #twelvegate #let’s unpack this… #also if you’re a birthdaygate truther #let’s talk about the implications of el’s birth being constant flashback material for her… #the memory of el’s birth(day) is what gave her the courage to fight on… #remind you of anyone else…? #ITS WILL #HER TWIN WILL! #HER TWIN BROTHER WHO WAS ALSO THERE WHEN SHE WAS BORN GAVE HER THE STRENGTH TO FIGHT #AND THATS WHATS GONNA HAPPEN IN S5 WHEN THEY REALIZE THEIR TRUE CONNECTION #AND FINALLY DEFEAT VECNA ONCE AND FOR ALL

[twelvegate-blog]

Trolls, princesses, clowns and elephants

This line could be a big clue. Hopper says that this whole time he's been chasing after some other kid: El, not Will.

But in S1 and S4 we see him literally chase after Sarah. So, that line could hide the truth. That this whole time Hopper has thought that the kid he's been chasing after in his memories was Sarah, but his kids are actually Will and El.

He also tells El that before meeting her he was living in a cave. When he chases after Sarah, he pretends to be a troll who wants to eat some roasted princess. In Nordic folklore, trolls live in caves. Will mentions weird flowers in a cave in 1x08 (they also mention a proud princess). And now we know that Henry vanished and wound up in Dimension X when he was a kid, and was found near a cave system in Nevada.

But there's another connection between Will, El, Sara and Hopper. Elephants.

There's a pink elephant in Jane's crib, but only in S1, when Hopper and Joyce are there. It's not there in S2.

There are yellow elephants on Sarah's pajamas. Plus clowns, wheels and acrobats.

Will was afraid of clowns when he was a kid, and there are parallels between him, Sarah and Pennywise's first victim in the IT miniseries.

S3, the scene of the keys (Will and El are the keys to save the world)

Joyce and Hopper mention their kids as they pass two boys with H's on their jackets (twin imagery and reference to Henry) and the Elephant Ears sign.

(gif by let me risk a little more light)

And Jo found this about the torture Hopper was subjected to in Russia. It's all connected.

#tfs spoilers #the first shadow spoilers #willel twins #willel literal twins #will byers #el hopper #joyce byers #jim hopper #jopper #st theory #st analysis #st parallels #stranger things

[james-joyces-right-eyeball]

Favorite Books I Read in 2023

Not including rereads and in no particular order, here are the books I loved the most this year.

Titles & Authors, from top left to bottom:

Fluids by May Leitz

Nevada by Imogen Binnie

Sexing the Cherry by Jeanette Winterson

Perfume: Story of a Murderer by Patrick Suskind

Valencia by Michelle Tea

The Sheltering Sky by Paul Bowles

Ada, or Ardor by Vladimir Nabokov

Summer by Edith Wharton

"The Echo & the Nemesis", "Life is No Abyss", "The Interior Castle", "Bad Characters", and "In the Zoo" by Jean Stafford

Bad Behavior by Mary Gaitskill

Pedro Paramo by Juan Rulfo

Crash by J.G. Ballard

I, Tituba, Black Witch of Salem by Maryse Conde

Erasure by Percival Everett

Persuasion by Jane Austen

White Noise by Don DeLillo

Maud Martha by Gwendolyn Brooks

Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro

White Teeth by Zadie Smith

The French Lieutenant's Woman by John Fowles

The Passion by Jeanette Winterson

Ghosts of my Life: Writings on Depression, Hauntology, & Lost Futures by Mark Fisher

Girl Flesh by May Leitz

Here's to a new year, full of great reading!

#dark academia #light academia #literature #books #reading #2023 #may leitz #jeanette winterson #mark fisher #jane austen #john fowles #zadie smith #juan rulfo #maryse conde #kazuo ishiguro #imogen binnie #michelle tea #patrick suskind #jg ballard #percival everett #don delillo #gwendolyn brooks #mary gaitskill #jean stafford #edith wharton #vladimir nabokov #paul bowles

[transnovelsbracket]

This is the randomly-generated bracket for adult (i.e. non-YA) novels by trans authors! The books are as follows (in order of when I thought of them). Please boost this post! The first round will begin tomorrow, or as soon as I get at least a couple of reblogs on this.

Fierce Femmes and Notorious Liars, Kai Cheng Thom

Little Fish, Casey Plett

Small Beauty, jia qing wilson-yang

She Who Became The Sun, Shelley Parker-Chan

An Unkindness of Ghosts, Rivers Solomon

Future Feeling, Joss Lake

Confessions of the Fox, Jordy Rosenberg

Light From Uncommon Stars, Ryka Aoki

In The Watchful City, S. Qiouyi Lu

Detransition, Baby, Torrey Peters

Nevada, Imogen Binnie

Freshwater, Akwaeke Emezi

Summer Fun, Jeanne Thornton

Paul Takes the Form of a Mortal Girl, Andrea Lawlor

Yemaya's Daughters, Dane Figueroa Edidi

Manhunt, Gretchen Felker-Martin

The Thirty Names of Night, Zeyn Joukhadar

Machineries of Empire series, Yoon Ha Lee

The Tensorate series, Neon Yang

Sea Witch, Never Angeline Nørth

The Subtweet, Vivek Shraya

The Story of Silence, Alex Myers

Wrath Goddess Sing, Maya Deane

Everyone on the Moon is Essential Personnel, Julian K. Jarboe

Upright Women Wanted, Sarah Gailey

Darryl, Jackie Ess

The Four Profound Weaves RB Lemberg

Little Blue Encyclopedia, Hazel Jane Plante

Otros Valles, Jamie Berrout

the earthquake room, Davey Davis

The City in the Middle of the Night, Charlie Jane Anders

Running Down, Al Hess

#tumblr bracket #tumblr poll #transgender #queer books #queer fiction

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Working For Mr. House After Hoover Dam

➼ Word Count » 0.4k ➼ Warnings » Spoilers for Mr. Houses ending, obviously ➼ Genre » Platonic/Romantic ➼ A/N » I made this in honor of Mr. House's birthday, everyone say happy birthday.

Mr. House is gonna be silently very happy that y'all won at the dam. He'd give you anything you could ever need. You're hungry? He's sending a Securitron to get you some food. Thirsty? He's got all the water from Hoover Dam. Wanna gamble? Here's some allowance, knock yourself out.

If you ever decide to go out of Vegas and into the Mojave, he's gonna have Victor go with you, just in case anything goes wrong.

You’re gonna have to do everyone a favor and keep him in check. Since you're the only one who can technically kill him, it falls on you to ensure he doesn't turn corrupt.

He’ll still probably send you out to do jobs for him, smaller than they once were but jobs nonetheless.

Jane and Victor will occasionally play poker or blackjack down in the casino with you. They're way better than you and you almost always lose.

You’re almost untouchable with how many Securitrons House has programmed to keep you alive and kicking.

Now that there are fewer threats, House is trying to figure out how he can start sending people up to space again. He’ll probably want you to be one of the first people he sends so be prepared for something dauntless to be asked of you.

He’s also gonna try and figure out how he can keep you alive longer in some sort of robotic body. It’ll most likely be similar to how he is, but he wants you to be movable and preferably not as bulky as the Securitrons. His goal is to create something that allows you to be as flexible and moveable as you are currently.

After a little bit, he might give you one of the casinos to run. You can take whatever group of people you’ve become allies with to help run it with you, as long as none of you try and betray him.

He has a lot of trust in you after the war and will be completely transparent with all his future plans for Vegas. He wants you to be honest about what parts you think will and won’t work.

Even with all the newly added security, there are still gonna be people who think that they could overtake Vegas. Mr. House would probably put you in charge of what happens to them as he doesn't really care that much.

Sometimes he'll invite you up to the penthouse where he is and tell you about the pre-war world. He refuses to admit it, but he really likes talking about what Nevada used to be like.

He especially likes talking about the places featured in his snow globe collection.

An all-around good time?? What more could you possibly ask for?

#fallout new vegas #fnv #fallout #mr. house #mr house fallout #mr house headcanons #fnv fanfic #fnv fanfiction #fnv headcanons #fallout headcanons

[autolenaphilia]

Transfem authors of fiction: a list

I wrote a version of this list in Swedish for a meatspace friend, figure I might redo it for a tumblr audience. The books recommended are usually novels, and in case of prolific authors, the one recommended is usually the most successful and acclaimed one. I haven't read all of these, but I'm working on it. The list is in alphabetical order after the author's last name. I added some notes to the list, to introduce the authors and their books.

Nota Bene this list is based on my personal research, and largely reflects my own tastes in fiction, as in what I've read and considered reading. And it is of course not at all complete. And it's a transfem authors list, so no transmasc authors no matter how worthy. And it's about authors of fiction, not memoirs or non-fiction. So no Christine Jorgensen, even if she wrote a book I want to read. And Jan Morris gets in based on her two Hav novels, not her more prolific non-fiction work. Links are to my reviews on this blog if they exist.

Anders, Charlie Jane - SF/F writer, debuted with Choir Boy (2005), but most famous for All The Birds in the Sky (which won a Nebula).

Aoki, Ryka - her latest sf/f novel Light from Uncommon Stars is her most popular, but she has published both fiction and poetry before.

Becker, Saga - Våra Tungor Smakar våld (Swedish author, her book is untranslated, although quite good)

Binnie, Imogen - Nevada

Daniels, April - Dreadnought and its sequel Sovereign. Novels about a teenage trans girl superhero.

Deane, Maya - Wrath Goddess Sing

Felker-Martin, Gretchen - Manhunt (horror novel)

Kaveney, Roz - Tiny Pieces of Skull (also wrote the Rhapsody of Blood fantasy series, plus numerous poetry collections and non-fiction)

Kiernan, Caitlin R. - Usually categorized as a horror author, written numerous novels and short stories since her debut novel SIlk in 1998. The most acclaimed are probably her novels The Red Tree and The Drowning Girl (which won the Bram Stoker Award)

Leitz, May - Fluids and Girlflesh (review forthcoming)

Morris, Jan - Hav (mostly wrote non-fiction, history books and travel literature, Hav is an omnibus of her two novels about Hav, both "imagined travelogues" about a fictitious country)

Peters, Torrey - Detransition Baby

Plett, Casey - Little Fish (Lambda award winner)

Pollack, Rachel - Prolific writer of several kinds of books, including a pioneering career as a sf/f writer. Did her fictional debut with a short story in a 1971 anthology (credited under her deadname) and published her first novel Golden Vanity in 1980, which are literally the earliest pieces of fiction by an out trans person (not memoir or non-ficton) I've been able to find. So very much a pioneer. Her most acclaimed book is probably Godmother Night (1996) which won the World Fantasy Award. Also wrote comics, most notably Doom Patrol.

Rumfitt, Alison - Tell me I'm Worthless

Serano, Julia - 99 Erics (her debut as a novelist after years of pioneering transfeminist writing and poetry)

Thornton, Jeanne - Summer Fun (Lambda award winner)

#my posts #transfem literature

[angelmavmurdock]

Lock & Key: Part Three

WARNINGS: ANGST, their backstory and some emotions. 

-

The next morning, you and your Dad got ready and biked out to base like you had the previous day. Your Dad didn't tell you what you'd be doing today so you were excited for what lay ahead. Last night after the bar, you tried to pry the thoughts of Rooster out of your head. But that was a task that seemed impossible.

He had really grown up since you last saw his relatively scrawny body in high school. You hadn't seen much behind the flight suit or the polo shirts but you definitely noticed his larger arms and thighs last night. He was always tall. He grew to 6 feet when you were quite young but apart from his height, he seemed to be a late bloomer.

The last night the two of you shared together was after prom, when he decided not to take you and to take one of the gorgeous girls in his gym class, despite him knowing that you were leaving the next day. So, you had to go to prom alone (because your Dad forced you to go), and you sat and watched Bradley dance with Jessica or Jane or whatever her name was, as you wallowed in a corner.

Eventually, you had enough and ran out the school doors as fast as you could, the bottom of your pale pink dress dragging on the dirty concrete. You remember standing outside in the cool air, wrapping your arms around yourself and just crying. All you wanted was to spend a night with him. With Brad. Your supposed best friend. And he was so pissed at you leaving, he took another girl to prom.

But, he ran out after you, and saw you sitting on a bench, hiding from the summer rain that was pouring down a few feet away from you. You had your arms squeezed tightly around you and your head was leaned back against the brick wall, breathing in and out.

All he remembers about that moment was how gorgeous you looked and how much he missed you. He had never revealed his feelings to you because he didn't want to complicate things. Your Dad had a 'no pilots' rule and you and Bradley had wanted to follow in your fathers' footsteps from the moment you both saw a fighter jet. But he couldn't hold his feelings back. Not when you were moving London and your Dad was moving to Nevada. He had to tell you.

He walked up to you tentatively, his footsteps light and unsure of how to approach you. You opened your eyes and looked to your left, seeing Bradley walking slowly towards you as if he was scared. You sniffled and wiped your nose, clearing your throat before you spoke.

"If you're going to sit and tell me about how great she is at dancing then I don't want to hear it, Brad." You told him, your voice shaky from crying.

He shook his head, his eyebrows scrunching together in regret as he moved towards you and sat at the opposite end of the bench. Great. More distance.

"I'm not. And you know how good you are at dancing." He tried to joke.

You didn't laugh or smile. You just glared at him with black eyes.

"If I was such a great dancer then why did you ditch me to go with her?" You asked, feeling another wave of sobs rising in your throat.

He stuttered, unsure of what to say. You just scoffed and leaned forward to rest your elbows on your knees. You wiped your eyes and stood up, looking down at him.

"You always told me you'd take me to prom. And listen, I get that it's shit that I'm moving, but London is my dream and I'm not going to let the opportunity slip through my fingers, Brad." You raised your voice, trying to balance out the shakiness with volume.

"Why couldn't you have stayed here with me?" He asked you, looking up into your eyes with a certain hopefulness.

You wiped away the new stream of tears from your cheeks, "I never wanted to be here while Dad was here, and you know it. You know how many people already tell me I'm where I am just because of Dad and his connections? I want a clean slate."

He hung his head and tapped his foot in annoyance. You bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from letting out any more pathetic sobs. Bradley fiddled with his fingers, trying to figure out something to say.

But he stayed silent for a while.

You scoffed, interrupting the silence.

"You know what, I'm done. I'm going home. I'll let you know when I'm off the plane tomorrow."

You turned on your painful heels and started walking away, around to the side of the school where you'd have to eventually make a run for it in the rain to get to your bike.

"y/n, stop. y/n!" You heard him call after you as you walked as fast as you could from him.

You turned the corner and you could see your bike through the rain and the dim streetlights. Once you got out of sight from Bradley, you leaned against the wall, listening to the rain and the muffled sound of Britney Spears from inside. You took deep breaths and tried to gain the courage to step out and into the rain.

"y/n."

The voice behind you boomed like thunder, causing your heart to drop. You didn't want to hear what he had to say, you just wanted to leave and go home. You just wanted to go home.

You didn't even look behind you as you started running to your bike, soaked to the bone in about 2 seconds of being in the rain.

"y/n! What the hell are you doing?!" Brad shouted after you.

"I'm going home, Bradley. That's what I'm doing!" You replied as you ran, nearly slipping in your heels at one point.

You heard splashes of footsteps behind you and you cursed to yourself, knowing you'd never outrun him. So you stopped and spun abruptly round to meet him face-to-face.

"What?" You spat.

He was now standing with you in the rain. His hair was black now, and dripping onto his face and down his neck. His white shirt had begun to go see through and his black jacket looked heavier and heavier on his broad shoulders. The dim lights of the street and the vague moonlight hit his face, highlighting his cheekbones and the few scars that peppered his skin.

"I think I'm in love with you." He blurted out, raising his voice over the noise of the rain.

His confession hit you unexpectedly, knocking the wind out of you, causing you to only reply with, "What?"

He nodded, "I think I've been in love with you forever. And I just never told you because I didn't want to ruin us and what we have. But you're leaving and I can't stop you, but what I can do, is tell you the truth."

You stared into his dark eyes, his long eyelashes bunching up into separated clumps with the water. He was telling you something you've been waiting to hear for your whole life. But it was so late. Why was he only telling you now? You couldn't tell if you were overjoyed or pissed off.

"Brad, I don't know...I can't..." You stumbled over your words, seemingly unable to form a cohesive thought.

"I'm leaving tomorrow! What do you want from me?" You managed to say.

He looked dumbfounded at your question.

"I want...I want you."

Your mouth hung open at his reply. He wiped a hand over his face and groaned.

"That's all I've ever wanted my entire life, y/n. All I've wanted is you. And I know how shit this timing is but I couldn't have told you any other day-"

"Yes you could have! Brad, I've loved you since you gave me your stupid cowboy hat in pre-school. You could have told me yesterday, or five years ago, or 16 years ago and I would have said I love you, too. Because I do! But...but now it's too late..."

His heart stopped in that moment. The fleeting moment of joy rushed through and past him and then he was hit with absolute dread.

He wasn't going to let you go that easy.

"No it's not." He said, shaking his head and placing his hands on his hips.

You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion, "Yes it is, Brad."

He kept shaking his head, "No it's not."

You scoffed, "Brad-"

He lunged forward before you could get another word in. One of his hands clasped the back of your neck, the other reaching around your waist. Your lips crashed into each other's, your hands instinctively going to his face. You both stumbled back for a second before you gained control and balance. You couldn't even register what was happening until you started moving your lips against his, tasting him for the first time after yearning for it for so long.

The rain poured down on you, and Brad moved both of his hands to your waist, pulling you in even closer to his soaked chest. One hand cradled your back, his fingers dipping into the crook of your spine. His tongue licked into your mouth and that's when the realisation hit.

You slid your hands to his shoulders and pushed him back from you. He hardly moved but he had to regain his balance. Confused, he looked at you as your fingers ghosted over your lips.

"Did I...should I have...fuck, y/n, I'm sorry." He apologised, running his hands into his hair.

You looked shocked. And you were. You weren't about to tell him that was your first kiss. It's not that you didn't want to kiss him, because you had practically waited your entire life to kiss him. It was just all happening so fast.

"y/n, just forget about it. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

And he was apologising. Clearly he regretted it. Now you felt shit because he was just caught up in the moment. Did he feel bad for you? Is that what it is? He was going to miss you so he just threw in a kiss in hopes of getting something. Fuck him.

"I'm going home, Bradley." You said quietly.

You turned away and walked to your bike. He ran his hands through his hair again and cursed.

"I've got the car, I'll drive you. It's pouring with rain and it's at least a 15 minute ride. Come on, it'll be quicker and drier if I drive you."

"You've been drinking, Brad." You said, trying to remember where you put your keys.

"And you haven't?" He retorted.

You paused.

A dry, warm car ride did sound more ideal than a depressing bike ride back. You sighed and debated your choices before turning around.

"You can drive me."

You both ran to his car and you got in the passenger side, slamming the door shut. Bradley got in after you and put the key in the ignition, starting up the crappy engine. He turned the heat up all the way and you both put your seatbelts on before he drove out of the car park.

The car ride was silent. Only the lashings of the rain hitting the car window and the sound of the windshield wipers screeching back and forth filled the quiet. Brad's fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel. Clearly he had some sort of song in his head or maybe he was just trying to distract himself.

You twiddled your thumbs and looked down at your ruined dress for the whole car ride. You pulled the bobble out of your hair and any pins and clips you had in there so your hair could fall down naturally. You sighed, massaging your sore scalp before looking in the passenger wing mirror. Your hair was drenched and returning to it's natural form.

After an agonising fifteen minutes, Bradley pulled up outside your house, turning the engine off and sitting with you in more silence.

You shifted in your seat, getting ready to leave but he jumped in.

"I'm sorry about the kiss." He said, gulping nervously.

You finally managed to look at him and his stupid puppy dog eyes.

"Why? Was it that bad?" You replied.

He stuttered over his words, unsure if he should take a sarcastic route or a serious one.

"N-no, it wasn't bad at all-"

"Relax. I'm kidding." You exhaled.

He hummed in defeat and nodded.

"I've been waiting for that kiss since like 1st grade." You said softly, looking down at your lap with a fond smile on your face.

Brad shifted in his seat.

"R-really?" He cleared his throat.

You nodded, looking up and ahead out the window, unclipping your seatbelt.

"I've always wanted you to be my first kiss."

You looked at him. And he looked at you. His eyes burned into your soul. Something about his deep brown gaze tore into every part of you.

"That was your first kiss?" He asked quietly in disbelief.

You smiled, "Yeah. And I'm glad it was you."

You waited for something to happen. And then it didn't. Your words disappeared into the air and nothing was done about it. You chewed the inside of your lip, knowing that this was it.

Your hand reached for the door handle but you stopped when you felt his hand lay over your lower thigh. Your skin burned, heat rushing from your thighs to your core, your breath escaping your lungs in shock.

"Can I be your second, too?" He asked lowly.

-

The night ended with you losing your virginity to him in his car and the agonising goodbye that came swiftly after it. When you tell people you two didn't leave on the best terms...it was the truth. Because the goodbye was so painful, neither of you knew how to deal with it correctly. So it ended up with Bradley begging you to stay, and you begging him to come with you. But you were both too ambitious to let your education slip away. So, you left. And you hadn't heard from him since...now.

When you got to base, you slipped off your bike and tucked your helmet away, your Dad doing the same. You both walked inside together, chatting about how last night went. You had told him you and Rooster had a short discussion that ended with him paying your round. Dad was very amused by that.

You parted ways as you made your way to the locker room to get changed into your flight suit.

You and Phoenix got ready and walked out onto the tarmac together, greeting the rest of your team.

"How hungover is everyone?" Hangman asked as you two joined the circle.

There were mixed answers amongst the group, but generally everyone felt okay. Pilots always had limits with drinking if you were flying the next day.

"Let's all say a huge thank you to Locket for tattling on Rooster." Phoenix added, comically bowing to you.

You laughed, "Don't thank me, thank the guy that disrespected not only a female, but a female pilot."

Rooster smirked and nodded, taking his defeat. You both shared a look before averting your eyes to Cayote.

"What do you think mad man has in store for us, today?" He asked the group.

You snickered at the nickname. He wasn't far off.

"I don't know. He is crazy, though. I've never experienced an instructor do anything like he did with us yesterday." Fanboy said.

"How is he not fired yet, is my question." Payback commented.

"He's a legend." Bob added.

You were biting your lip, trying to stop yourself from smiling. You didn't know why it was so funny being in a group of pilots that didn't know who your dad was to you. You hadn't experienced that since London.

"You don't like him?" Hangman asked you.

The group went silent. You swallowed and looked at him in confusion.

"Why would you say that?"

He shrugged, looking around the group, "You don't say much about him."

"Just because I don't voice my opinion of him doesn't mean I don't have one." You retorted.

Hangman hummed, "Just weird you've literally said nothing about Mav any time we talked about him."

You kept direct eye contact with him, not letting him catch you in the act.

"Sometimes it's better to keep quiet, Bagman. Maybe you should try it some time."

Everyone smirked around you, attempting not to laugh. Hangman stared you down and nodded, appreciating but not necessarily enjoying the words that came out of your mouth.

"Good morning, aviators." Your Dads voice echoed from behind you.

-

You were briefed on the training mission ahead. You and your fellow pilots were doing a simulation of the mission you were training for. The GPS had all the information on it and the planes were ready to go.

Max ceiling was 300 feet and the time to target was only 3 minutes. Your Dad wished you good luck and sent half of you on your way. Rooster was chosen as team leader for the first group. You were his wingman and Bob was your backseater.

You and Rooster looked at each other with a sense of dread that you were put together. You'd rather be Hangman's wingman at this point. You looked to your Dad and he nodded, giving you the 'it's now or never' look. You and Rooster didn't say two words to each other until you were in the jet.

The flight started out good, the g-force was a strain but you and Rooster were doing fine so far.

"Increase speed, we're 20 seconds behind schedule." Bob informed you.

"Rooster, increase speed now." You repeated, grunting as you turned a sharp corner.

"Negative, speed is good. Stay on track." Rooster replied.

You cut another corner with a grunt.

"Locket, if we don't increase speed now we'll not make it." Bob reiterated.

You sighed, "Rooster, we are not gonna make it! Increase speed!" You raised your voice.

"Just trust me! Maintain your speed, we can make it."

The rest of the group were listening to your comms on standby. Everyone was silent, listening in with their gear on. Hangman was throwing a ball up and down in his hand and Phoenix was listening in carefully while Cayote and Payback sat looking out the window.

Hangman shook his head, already aggravating Phoenix.

"He's too slow."

"He's trying to get to the target, Hangman." Phoenix spat.

"It doesn't matter. He's dead if he doesn't get there on time."

"Yeah and he's dead if he crashes and burns." She retorted.

Hangman turned to Phoenix sharply, "Do you not think it's weird? Rooster and Locket's relationship?"

"No. Shut up and listen."

"Rooster, we're 30 seconds behind schedule!" You shouted through your comms at him.

"We'll get there, Locket!"

"Behind schedule! We're dead if we're late."

"We'll get there. Do not increase speed."

The group heard you grunt in frustration. Hangman smirked at Phoenix and she rolled her eyes.

"They don't get along, it's not anything more." Phoenix defended.

He shook his head, "I can tell there's something else going on."

"Rooster, I swear to God if you make us fail this-"

"I've got it, Mitchell! Stay on track, we are not increasing speed!"

"Mitchell?" Hangman repeated, looking to Cayote and Payback who's ears perked up at the name.

"As in Pete Mitchell?" Payback questioned.

Hangman stood up and walked to the wall across from them with an array of photos from different graduating years at Top Gun.

He spotted Maverick first. And then noticed Goose behind him.

"Guys, come look at this." He waved his hand.

Cayote and Payback walked over to the picture Hangman pointed to.

"Oh shit." They said in union.

"What?" Phoenix piped up from behind them, giving up with the comms.

She walked to the group of guys, holding her tactical vest and looking down at the picture. Hangman pointed to the photo and then the names of everyone.

"Lieutenant Pete Maverick Mitchell. And Nick fucking Bradshaw. Goose." Hangman spelled it out.

"Locket wasn't lying when she said their Dad's used to fly together. Her Dad is Maverick."

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