Tis My Day Of Birth, So In Honor Of That, Here Are Top Gun Characters And Their Birthdays.

i love this so much. I mean, it's not my personal headcanon, but that doesn't mean that i would not read the SHIT out of a fanfic like this.

Hi TG Fandom!

@xtherainbowconnectionx mentioned Texan Ice to me and I cannot get him out of my head. 

Just, a Tom Kazansky who was raised out in Nowhere, Texas and didn't really wear shoes until he was old enough for school. 

An Ice who was called Junie or Junior growing up and the only son of a bullfighter and a barrel racer who fell in love at the local Rodeo. 

Maybe he was the only child of a mother who died too soon, died bringing him into the world too early because it was 1959 and they lived so far from town. He was small and pink and Tom Kazansky Sr. was so desperate that he popped his newborn son in a basket and put him in the oven to keep him warm. 

He gives his name to that little boy because it’s all he has to give, a name from a place he's never been and the deed to his dead Mama’s farm. 

I need a Tom Senior who tries so hard but doesn't understand his son. Ice has dreams of flying and something beyond sorghum fields and Tom Senior loves his son with all his heart but doesn't really know him. He didn't know his own Daddy beyond the buckle of a belt. He raised his son with all the goodness he could muster. 

He doesn't want his little boy to go to a place that he can't protect him and the only thing he knows about the military is the boys who didn't come home from ‘Nam. 

He can't vocalize his fears though, so he tells his boy not to come back without a chest full of metals and golden wings. 

Then he cries in his barn with no company but the stars. 

Ice comes home with a loudmouthed boy who is small and wiry and reminds Tom Senior of himself — running away to the Rodeo to fight bulls that were less scary than his own drunk of a daddy. 

He loves his boy, who is the sun that rises and sets, the thing that Tom Senior’s world revolves around. But there is no poetry in their life and he's just a man, but he opens the door wide enough to usher both men inside. 

“Y’all can bunk down in Junior’s room. It’s mighty fine to me.” 

It’s love, in the only way Tom Senior can express it. 

Just — Texan Ice is giving me feelings. 

born on new year's eve, died on april fool's day........if nothing else val truly knew how to make a Statement

I JUST SAW A GIRL AT MY COLLEGE WEARING A RECREATION OF MAVERICK'S LEATHER JACKET??? LIKE I WANT TO KNOW WHERE SHE GOT IT AND SHIT BUT I'VE GOT LECTURE SOBBING

I rewatched Mission Impossible dead reckoning, this time with my parents, and holy shit im CACKLING. i forgot how fucking funny that one car chase scene is. my whole family was like. crying from laughing. it's just something about that tiny ass yellow car drifting circles.

Mav goes ALL OUT for Christmas. YK those houses that have so many lights on them that you can't really see the house? All you can see are lights and moving blowups and animatronics? Yeah that's how Mav and Ice's house looks, courtesy of Mav and some of the dagger ducklings (Especially Bradly, who remembers putting everything up with Mav as a kid, and kind of considers it tradition) (I also think that Phoenix and Fanboy would go feral as well) (The rest of them sit with Ice on the porch, drinking Mulled Wine, or Hot chocolate in Bobs case, and watching the chaos unfold).

If i may add on:

All These Things That I've Done by The Killers

The only songs you’re allowed to listen to if you’re in the military

Imagine Dragons - Radioactive

AWOLNATION - Sail

Eminem - Lose Yourself

*in a group chat* Ice: First one to reply is gat. Ice: *gay Ice: Wait...

such a tiny guy

Mav: Last night I found out Ice is a sleep talker. Goose: Oh, really? Mav: "The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell." Right. In. My. Ear. At 3am.

Not me crying so hard over the ending of dead poet society that my cat jumped on my bed and is headbutting me to try to calm me down. i swear im ok