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imawkwardlysoc · 11 months

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the night of nights

Summary- The Dagger Squad plus Mav and Ice get invited to the Met Gala (Based on a conversation @mvngokkwritings, @skiddit, @marianatrenchprobably, and I had)

Wordcount- 1,761

The first May of the month. Everyone has been waiting for this day ever since the last one. The themed carpet covers the steps of the New York Metropolitan Museum of Art as it waits for celebrities, politicians, and designers to walk on the steps as their pictures are taken. The off-white carpet with red, white, and blue stripes drawn along it matched the theme for this year’s Met Gala: "Serving America: Fashion from the Past to Present”. Fans from all over New York crowded in front of the Carlyle Hotel behind the barricades, waiting for celebrities to come out of the hotel in their outfits.

Currently, in the presidential suite of the Carlyle Hotel, the Dagger Squad along with their captain and his husband were getting ready for this event. All of them were still freaking out that they got the chance to be invited to this event. Over the past years since the mission, all of them would crowd in Mav and Ice’s theater room- yes they have a theater room, they have that type of money- and watch the live stream. All of them would boo at all of the men that would come in the basic black suit and tie while they cheer for the women and the men who actually made the effort of not wearing the black suit. After the live stream, all of them would dream of going to the Met Gala and meeting all types of celebrities while munching on food, and sipping on the most expensive champagne ever. Now they get the chance to go to this event as representatives of the US Navy.

*Back in December*

The squadron sat in the classroom and waited for their captain to come in for the last-minute meeting.

“Does anyone know what this meeting is about?” Omaha asked.

“Rooster?” Everyone looked at the mustache man.

“How am I supposed to know?” Rooster shrugged his shoulders. “Mav doesn’t tell me everything.”

“Please tell me it’s not another suicide mission,” Ruben groaned.

“Don’t worry, it’s not.” Everyone stood up when they heard Mav’s voice. “Sit down.”

Everyone sat down and Mav sat on one of the empty tables than standing behind the podium.

“I’m going to be straight to the point and tell you that we have been invited to the Met Gala in May,” Mav told them.

“What?!” All of them questioned.

Everyone started to throw Mav a bunch of questions which he tried to answer but told all of them to shut it and he’ll answer them.

“Look, the theme is Serving America: Fashion from the Past to Present and it showcases fashion in America from the Revolutionary War to now,” Mav explained. “Anna Wintour asked the SECNAV if the Navy is willing to send one of its best squadrons to help raise money and they asked Ice if he could send us. Ice and I talked about it and it’s a good idea. It’s just up to you guys if you want to go.”

“If any of you say no, you’re out of the squad,” Hangman threatened.

“You don’t have that power, Bagman,” Phoenix replied.

“That’s true, but we all know who does,” the Texan looked at their captain.

“Yeah, Ice wouldn’t do that,” Mav shot the idea down.

“I was talking about you but okay,” Hangman shrugged his

“Well, that’s the meeting. Please get back to either Ice or me by the end of the week,” Mav told them. “Now, you’re all dismissed.”

All of them said their goodbyes and left the classroom filled with excitement.

*Present Day*

After months of preparation and talking to designers, everyone got into their outfits after getting their hair and makeup done.

“Phoenix, Halo, you two look amazing,” Ice complimented them.

Halo donned an outfit created by an indie Asian fashion designer that represented her Asian heritage and gave homage to her family who immigrated here from their homeland. Phoenix on the other hand is wearing a dress resembling the dresses from the 1940s but made out of old uniforms from the Navy. The guys, on the other hand, it was a mix. Harvard, Fanboy, Payback, Fritz, Omaha, Coyote, and Yale wore intricate outfits which represented them in the Navy but also represented them in some way. Bob went kind of a safer route with a lavish suit with a bolo tie still. Rooster and Hangman, on the other hand, are completely on opposite sides of the spectrum with their outfits.

“Please tell me that you’re not going to the Met Gala in that,” Phoenix laughed as she saw Rooster walk into the room with his outfit on.

“What?” Rooster questioned. “What’s wrong with this?”

“It’s too basic,” Fanboy explained as he adjusted his shirt. “We constantly roast all of the men that come in basic black suits and now you’re one of those men.”

“What do you want me to wear then?” The mustache man questioned. “My Hawaiian shirt with jeans?”

“Yes!” Everyone in the room exclaimed.

“Let’s just hope Hangman-” Omaha was interrupted when Hangman walked into the room.

So many thoughts came into everyone’s head when they saw him. One of them was how did the Navy approve his outfit. It took a lot of convincing to let Mav and Ice add some sparkle to their uniforms. All of them wondered how much convincing it took them to approve of Hangman’s outfit.

Hangman donned a sleeveless leather vest with a short-sleeved dress shirt underneath. With his pants situation, he wore shorts that fell two inches or so below his bulge while pairing them with ass-less chaps.

“Rooster is serving basic while Hangman serving cunt-try,” Coyote let out a laugh.

“I may have misinterpreted the theme,” Hangman grinned.

“No, you didn’t,” Rooster shook his head.

“How did you even get the Navy to approve this?” Halo questioned.

Hangman shrugged his shoulders and looked at himself in the mirror while everyone was still processing what he was wearing. After getting ready for a few more minutes, the squadron with their fathers headed out of the suite and headed down to the party bus.

“Remember, we are representing the US Navy,” Ice announced. “Please don’t do anything embarrassing.”

“Um sir, have you seen what Hangman is wearing?” Bob quipped which caused Phoenix to give him a high-five.

“I need to call my therapist after seeing that,” Fritz took a swig of his drink.

“All of y’all are just jealous that I’m pulling this off,” Hangman scoffed.

Everyone else rolled their eyes and they finally got to the steps. All fourteen of them headed out of the party bus and all of them admired the steps. The view of flashing lights from the cameras came into view as they heard the photographers shout celebrities' names. They went through security before standing in line to step on the carpet. All of the members of the squadron started to fangirl/boy over the celebrities that they’d seen so far.

“Mothers,” Phoenix and Fanboy whispered under their breaths as they saw Anne Hathaway and Jessica Chastine walk the carpet.

Soon it was time for them to walk the carpet. Despite them being on a suicide mission, all of them felt nervous. Even Mav and that man faced death a couple of times.

“Wow, everyone’s loving Hangman’s outfit aren’t they?” Payback questioned all of the focus on Hangman.

“Oh don’t be surprised if he shows up on the best-dressed list tomorrow,” the Ivies said simultaneously.

“Do any of you still find it creepy when they do this?” Halo questioned.

Everyone nodded their heads and walked up the steps. Thankfully they didn’t get pulled into interviews so they just went straight up to the top of the steps. All of them individually got the chance to talk to Anna Wintour for twenty seconds before walking into the museum.

All of the exhibits showed fashion throughout America’s history. From different centuries to different decades, there were outfits from that era with placards telling some details.

“Wow, the Navy uniforms changed,” all of them looked at the uniforms.

“How did they make them more?” Rooster questioned what to say next.

“Straight?” Everyone replied.

“That wasn’t the word but that also works,” Rooster shrugged his shoulders.

They soon left the Navy exhibit since it was time for the dinner and performances. Everyone was seated at separate tables since Anna didn’t want anyone who knew each other to sit together. Everyone sat with some interesting people but I think Mickey’s table was the best. He sat with Doja Cat, Adele, Luke Combs, Niall Horan, and Bill Nye. It was a weird mix but they vibed with each other. Everyone else had interesting people at their table but Mickey’s were the far best. They were the life of the gala with the vibe they were giving. Especially when Shania Twain was the performer of the evening. Everyone got out of their seats and Mickey walked over to where his squadron was so they can jam out together. Hangman somehow got dragged and got to dance with Shania when she sang I Feel Like A Woman.

“We’re seeing the same thing right?” Phoenix downed her drink. “We’re not inebriated on drinks or drugs.”

“We’re not high on drugs right?” Ice raised his eyebrow as he looked at his children.

“Okay, why is everyone looking at me?” Fritz whined.

“Do you not remember what happened last time?” Omaha questioned.

“It was one time!” Fritz threw his hands up in the air.

Everyone shook their heads and some of them went out to look at the exhibits while some of them stayed in the main area to dance some more. Soon after, people started to leave since the after-party was coming up and they needed to get ready, which included the Dagger Squad.

“All of you better don’t do anything bad at the after-party,” Ice told them. “Remember we are still representatives of the United States Navy.”

“Just don’t add or subtract to the population. That’s all we’re asking,” Mav added.

“Don’t worry,” all of them promised.

“Alright, go have fun,” Ice dismissed them.

Everyone who was dressed up in nice suits and dresses left the hotel again to the club.

Did they do anything stupid? No, well most of them. Did they add and/or subtract to the population? Thankfully they didn’t. Did they represent the US Navy well? I guess they did and that was the goal.

The next day, all of the daggers were on the best-dressed list. Well most of them… Rooster might’ve been roasted on Twitter…

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thywheelof-fate · 6 months

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idk if this has been said but durge and gortash are so "loves the human centipede and numerous red flags" + "mixed messages and I'll punch your dad in the dick"

#durgetash #the dark urge x enver gortash #the dark urge #enver gortash #tom cardy #lennox would watch the human centipede and then turn into the guy from the human centipede 2

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t-nd-rfoot · 1 year

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'Twas a Top Gun Christmas // Happy Holidays 🎄

A very merry Dagger-style Christmas

Characters Everyone...like...everyone

Theme Fluff

Warning/s Christmas (for those who don't celebrate); cliche Christmas activities (presents, snowballs, the whole shebang); comedic rhyming dialogue from Maverick for the sake of the poem

Word Count 711

Note By the time this goes up, it will be Christmas my time! Just wanted to add a fun Top Gun twist to a Christmas classic! Written in Amelia's POV just because I love the idea of her being a bystander to all the Dagger shenanigans 😌 Merry Christmas and happy holidays!

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, Beside pictures of people who flew in the air.

Fast asleep in the cabin was the said naval squadron Of pilots and wizzos hailing from Top Gun.

The long hours before were properly spent Preparing for tomorrow's holiday fest.

Wreaths and streamers adorned the rooms, Shiny and colorful under the light of the moon.

Aromas, too, wafted from the kitchen nearby, Of turkey, potatoes, and various pies.

And gifts of all kinds were strewn under the tree, Paper bags and wrapped boxes—there were at least seventy!

Hours ticked by till the the sun slowly rose Accompanied by a light flurry of snow.

And one man from upstairs woke up with a kick; 'Twas the leader of the pack, Captain Maverick.

His footsteps thundered as he made his way down And woke up the others with whistles and shouts:

"Now, Iceman! Now, Fanboy! Now, Rooster and Payback! On, Phoenix! On, Bob! Coyote and Hangman! On your feet! Rise and shine! Get out of bed! There's no time to lose, We've a long day ahead!"

With sleep in their eyes, mouths wide as they yawned, The aviators awakened one by one.

All of them gathered in the great living room To prepare for the chaos that was about to ensue.

Next to come down were me and mom, Penny, With Ice’s Sarah and the younger Kazansky's.

Five other Daggers joined in on the mix: Omaha, Harvard, Yale, Halo, and Fritz.

Hondo and Cyclone came up from Miramar; Even Warlock and Hammer had sent their regards.

All donned in our sweaters with fun Christmas patterns, We exchanged presents amid laughter and chatter.

Some sneaky pilots crept into the kitchen To steal Sarah’s cookies, hot and fresh from the oven.

Coyote and Fritz sprinkled theirs with handfuls of sweets With every shade of red, white, and green!

Had we not taken their plate away, They probably would have eaten the whole cookie buffet.

Halo and Phoenix, on the other hand, were proud Of their elaborately decorated gingerbread house.

Decked out in chocolate, candy canes, and licorice sticks All held together with marshmallow icing.

Fanboy and Bob…let’s just say tried their best, Judging from their candy pile of a mess.

Meanwhile outside, the kids took turns being dragged Around in their sleds by Omaha and Hangman.

And as always, the competitive Harvard and Yale Built forts that outdid each other’s in scale.

Payback split everyone in teams of young versus old. “Careful what you wish for!” Maverick taunted, shouting out in the cold.

And just like the battles they encountered in flight, Powdered spheres whizzed through the air in a snowball dogfight!

Even Cyclone and Ice played from their seats, Keeping Hondo company as he “refereed.”

In the end, the outnumbered youngsters lost 6-10 So then began the contest on who could build the best snowman.

Rooster won by a mile; it wasn’t hard to choose His baby Snow Bradley next to Snow Carol and Snow Goose.

The sky had turned dark when the group came back in Just in time for dinner to begin!

The table was set with garlands and candles Amid placemats and napkins with festive flannels.

A picture-perfect meal! It was truly a scene Straight out of a movie or a bedtime dream.

There was enough food to feed a whole army— Well, navy—but you know what I mean.

We all found ourselves gathered ‘round the fire, Mom’s special eggnog and cocoa in the mugs of each flier.

By the warmth of the flames, each one fell asleep To Sinatra’s ‘I’ll Be Home For Christmas (If Only In My Dreams).’

The first man up, and the last man down, Maverick took one last look around.

All around were his people—his family and friends Who he spent this glorious day with 'til its glorious end.

He put out the fire, and turned off the music Creeping 'round the house as quiet as Saint Nick.

But I heard him whisper ‘fore he left my sight, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

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nomilkinmyteaplease · 8 months

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Tom Weston Jones,selected bits from Sanditon

#Yo this is exactly how you leave a tent #what an intro to the character that was #colonel francis lennox #tomweston jones #tom weston-jones #the terror cast #the terror actors #the fact this man also plays bongo apparently #I have ideas for a series about a band called the terror #sanditon #my stuff #my edits #tv edits

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braddocklegacy · 9 months

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Captain Britain & S.T.R.I.K.E.

In the current Fall of X landscape this is the kind of team I’d like to see Betsy utilize. The former agents who came back would act as the team “Cerebro” while Betsy and Pete recruit and train agents for the field to rescue mutants.

Harley Davis was introduced in the Captain Carter miniseries and seems like a cool character to introduce into the 616. Make her a mutant and have her seek out the Captain for help.

Tangerine is a character that only has a handful of appearances so she’s ready to be used more.

Micromax needs his redemption.

Mercury is immune to magic, has a useful powerset, and her and Betsy have a lot in common. They had a moment back in the Psylocke mini and it would be super cool for her to take on a “sidekick.”

Black Knight is just cool and deserves more.

#betsy braddock #captain britain #psylocke #Pete Wisdom #cessily kincaid #mercury #Harley Davis #Tangerine #Black Knight #jacks chopra #allison dubois #Tom Lennox #marvel #x-men

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comicwaren · 1 year

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From Betsy Braddock: Captain Britain #001, “Returns Home, Having Changed”

Art by Vasco Georgiev and Erick Arciniega

Written by Tini Howard

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behindfairytales · 11 months

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icons of Tom Weston-Jones in Sanditon (s2) as Colonel Francis Lennox

#tom weston jones icons #tomwestonjonesedit #tomwjedit #period fc #sanditonedit #francis lennox #colonel lennox #tom weston jones #sanditon #rp icons #icons #rpg resource #*icons #*mine

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zombqueeen · 7 months

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Good God, I know his character was a douche in Sanditon but I’ll just imagine he’s Lt. Graham Gore here and we never lost him so quickly 🥰

I would take orders from him any day… 🤤

#tom weston jones #the terror #amc the terror #sanditon #colonel lennox #graham gore #Lt gore #Tom Weston-Jones

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pollyna · 2 years

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Iceman asks for the best, six or seven of them, not much more. He doesn't need much more. In moments like this, he hates himself more than he hates the job he's doing but he knows that giving them to Maverick will mean they'll get back. He doesn't trust anybody else to take the kids home, because he knows nobody would care as much.

He asks for a small group and what he gets back is twelve names and COs praying for him to take them away from them because they are the best of the best but they're expendable. Halo and Omaha's CO write these pilots are likes fungus in October, if you lose a patch you can be sure you'll find the next in a couple of steps. The murderous feelings are all bubbling in his chest and he would like to punch the fucker in the face and ruin his career but he can already feel his throat closing on itself, he needs to breathe because the work to do is a lot and he doesn't have the time to wallow. But he will take the matter into his hands, once he sorted everything out.

He adds a name after another, six becoming eight and then twelve. Bradley is there too and that makes his eyes wet to the point he has to open a window because he can barely think now. He puts Captain Pete Maverick Mitchell on the top of the list and sends out the mail to Cain and Hondo. Then he sits and stares at twelve photos and twelve people so different and so young and expendable.

Two hours later Hondo is calling because Maverick did it again and Iceman has to take a moment to remember himself Mav is surely okay because it's what he does and who he is, prints an eight-page long debrief and signs it. Its title is The North Island detachment.

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