My Babies 🥺

Mav + Slider: *running away from something/someone*

Carole: Should we help them?

Ice: *running after Mav + Slider*

Goose: Nah, I think they're okay

They were not

Top Gun Headcanon #7

Warlock is afraid of jellyfish.

Virgil 💚

Iceman: Don't do anything stupid, Mav.

Maverick: Define stupid.

Thunderfam, what's an obscure ship you have that you can't really explain?

I'll go first.

Remember Kate from Grandma Tourismo?

This girl:

She's sweet and resourceful and instantly makes friends with Grandma Tracy. And she runs a hat shop in the desert.

Well, the ship in question is her and Virgil.

Even though, despite being in the same episode they don't interact at all.

But, my twelve year old brain thought it was an excellent idea so now you may pry Kate x Virgil from my cold dead hands.

@misanderousmisfit this was going to be super long and also I have a picture, so I decided just to make a post.

About Maverick's wings

Okay, SO.

I just posted this gif with a new set, prompting @misanderousmisfit to say, "Wait how did I not notice that Mav takes his own wings and snaps them on the casket??!!!"

Then she asked for an explanation, and I am happy to provide one, not least of which because I actually already researched this and explained it to someone else like right after TGM came out.

What Maverick does with his wings at Ice's funeral is based on a tradition by the SEALs. Similar to naval aviators, Navy SEALs are given a specific pin that is unique to their role. Pilots have wings; the SEALs have what is called a Trident. It's a symbol not only of the group they belong to, but of all the work they had to do to acquire this specification.

When a SEAL team loses a member, the other members hammer their Tridents into the top of the casket. It's basically taking an incredibly valuable item and giving it to your friend as a sign of respect, and to show that a piece of you is going with him.

The reason they punch them into the casket like that is just to drive the metal into the wood, so the pins stay there.

Those are Maverick's wings. He is giving them to Ice to send a piece of him with him.

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.

Top Gun Headcanons #5

Iceman cannot start the day without coffee.

Maverick is not allowed to have coffee.

OH MY GOSH THESE ARE SO GOOD!!!

Thunderbirds are Go + Posters [2/?]

This is perfect!

And violà! @kazanskys-mitchell