Personally Adopting All Of These Headcanons. I Love Them!

Mav: Hello Merlin, this is the pointy end. Just wanted to let you know we'll be landing without number one hydro.

Merlin: What? Why???

Mav: Oh, I don't know, just to see if I can.

*fists clenched* I LOVE THEM SO MUCHHHHJJJJJJ *GNOM GNOM WRAAAHHH YHFHFJFJAKAK BARKBARK ADHFHJFJXJXJX GNONGNOM*👹👹👹

She almost looks like she could be a young Sarah Kazansky?

I remember reading an interview with Jean Louisa Kelly where she said that she imagined Tom and Sarah met when they were pretty young, and it’s cute to have a visual of what that might have been like!

Yessssss

THAT IS HOW WE DO.

Commander Shore: Gordon Cooper Tracy, your reputation precedes you

Gordon: Thank you, Sir

Commander Shore: Not a compliment

Virgil 💚

Mav: Would you punch your best friend in the face for $100?

Ice: I would punch you in the face for free.

Mav: *tearing up* I'm your best friend..?

Mav: It must really suck not having a sense of humour.

Ice: I have a sense of humour.

Mav: I've never heard you laugh before.

Ice: I've never heard you say anything funny.

(somewhere in the Navy...)

Iceman: MAVERICK!!!!!!

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

Maverick with Goose...

Mav: Goose, would you still love me if I was a worm?

Goose: Sure, honey.

OR

Goose: Hey, Mav, would you still love me if I was a worm?

Mav: A what?

Goose: A worm. Would you still love me?

Mav: Yeah, Goose, I'd still love you.

Maverick with Penny...

Mav: Penny?

Penny: Yeah?

Mav: You'd still love me if I was a worm, right?

Penny: *unimpressed/amused* Pete....

Mav: What???

Penny: *rolls eyes fondly* Yes. I'd still love you.

OR

Penny: Pete?

Mav: Mmm?

Penny: Would you still love me if I was a worm?

Mav: *totally unphased* Yeah, of course.

Iceman with Slider...

Ice: Would you still love me if I was a worm?

Slider: If you- What?? What do you- *stops* Actually. You know what? Sure, man. I'd love you if you were a worm.

OR

Slider: Hey, Ice, would you still love me if I was a worm?

Ice: Like, if you were always a worm, or if you got turned into one?

Slider: *shrugs*

Ice: *rolls eyes fondly* Sure, Ron.

Iceman with Sarah...

Sarah: Tom?

Ice: Yeah?

Sarah: Would you still love me if I was a worm?

Ice: Of course.

OR

Ice: Would you still love me if I was a worm?

Sarah: *laughing* What?

Ice: Humour me.

Sarah: *kisses him* Of course, love.

Ice and Mav with each other........

Ice: Mitchell, would you still love me if I was a worm?

Mav: *immediately* No, because you're annoying.

OR

Mav: Hey, Ice-

Ice: No.

Mav: What?

Ice: No. Do not ask me if I would still love you if you were a worm.

Mav: I WASN'T GOING TO!!!

BONUS ROUND!

Carole and Goose...

Carole: *yells across a room full of people* Hey, Goose, you'd still love me if I was a worm?

Goose: *yells back* Damn straight, Honey!

Carole: *blows him a kiss*

Hangman and Rooster...

Hangman: Hey, Bradshaw, would you love me if I was a a worm?

Rooster: *without looking up* Yeah, sure.

Hangman: Wait, what???

Phoenix: *manifesting out of nowhere* It's because if you were a worm you wouldn't be able to talk, Bagman.

Rooster: *silently high-fives Phoenix*

EOS stares at the soft, fluffy white material covering the ground at her feet. She must be making a face without realizing it, because almost immediately she hears John laugh.

“It’s snow, EOS! You know, frozen–”

“I am very well aware of what it is!” EOS snaps, mildly hurt that John didn’t think she knew what something as simple as snow was. “Snow is precipitation that has frozen into crystalline ice flakes and collected upon the Earth.” She’s still staring at it, however. Of course she knows academically what snow is, but she’s spent most of her existence on Thunderbird Five, or on a tropical island that never truly sees winter.

She’s never been this close to it before.

Cautiously, EOS takes a few steps forward, listening to the scrunchy noise the flakes make when ground together when stepped on. It’s strange, almost like hearing someone squeezing styrofoam, although not as squeaky. Her eyes are still fixed on the ground when something cold and slightly damp impacts the back of her head and breaks apart, spreading chunks of wet coldness through her hair. In shock, she turns back and is surprised to see a sheepish expression on John’s face, along with quite a lot of snow clinging to his knitted gloves.

“What–?” she says, that one word filled with so much meaning that it doesn’t truly need more added to it.

John’s face is very pink all of a sudden under the brighter red at his nose, ears and the tops of his cheek from the cold. Still, he’s smiling even with the apologetic bend to his eyebrows. “It was just a snowball– I’m sorry, I forgot– It’s just… the timing was perfect–” EOS still looks confused, not quite understanding the humor he’s taking from it. His eyes soften at how utterly lost she looks, and he walks over and gently brushes the snow from her hair.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. Here, let me show you.” He places his hand on her back, and she stoops down as he does, watching, then imitating how he scoops up a handful of snow. “You pack it together like this,” John says, demonstrating the motion, then dropping his own handful to guide her hands through it. When her first snowball emerges at last, lumpy and slightly misshapen though a good first effort, he stands up and gestures at himself. “You get a free hit. It’s only fair.”

EOS shakes her head vigorously. “I can’t throw something at you! I could throw too hard or I could hit you in an unprotected spot or…”

John raises his hands in surrender. “Fine, throw it at the ground then. But snowballs are meant to be thrown, EOS. It’s a game.”

Her eyes flit to him, then the ground, and then back again and he can practically see her processors working. After a few more glances, and even some off to the side in mild distress, she pulls her arm back and throws the snowball as gently as she can at him. It doesn’t even sting as it hits his coat and breaks apart, strewing bits of snow all over his chest.

“Was that so hard?” he asks, a kind smile on his face and in his voice. EOS shakes her head, a smile crossing her own face as she stoops down again, hands reaching for the snow below her.

When John finally tells her they have to go back inside before they’re missed, a good fifteen minutes later, both are lying on the ground, half-covered with snow and grins on their faces.