HAPPY PRIDE MONTH (part 2)

Felt like Mav needed his Ice, now here we are. A much more lowkey vibe for our closeted friend Ice. You don't have to be loud to belong <3

Alternate title for these very much be like "When you're queer artist doing queer art but you still wanna make your art extra gay for pride month,,,, When in doubt, add flags."

Them together 🥹

+ A truly stupid number of variations under the cut

"Ice cold, no mistake" LOOK AT HIM he'just a baby 😭 he wanted to help Maverick but he didn't know how😭

Are you normal or you think about this specific frame at least once a day?

that's right! ice-man. i am dangerous.

“Mav, come on!”

“No, Goose” Maverick states, “I'm not wearing that.”

Goose is holding up a white shirt and black trousers.

“I'm wearing them and so is Bradley.” Goose points out, signalling to Bradley who's smiling at the photographer.

Maverick rolls his eyes “I know that, but this is a family photoshoot, Goose!”

“Mav” Goose says softly, “You are family.”

Maverick freezes.

“So” Goose pushes the clothes into Maverick's arms, “Take that stupidly tight t-shirt off and join the photo.”

He hesitates.

“Pete, put the clothes on!” Carole shouts from her seat in the middle of the studio.

Tom knelt on the cold tile floor and reached for the stack of thin towels folded on the shelf beside the sink. He ran the water until it was warm enough to be useful without being scalding, soaked one of the towels, and wrung it out hard enough to make his hands ache. The towel was rough against his palms, abrasive, and when he brought it to Pete’s face, Pete flinched.

“Hold still.” Tom’s voice was low, stripped of inflection. His free hand cupped the back of Pete’s head, fingers threading into hair damp with sweat. The contact was more intimate than anything they had shared since the severance, but he did not pull away.

from callanilsa’s incredible fic ‘where the radar cannot see’

i cannot say enough about this fic, it’s one of favorites ever and the final chapter hasn’t even come out yet. i do want to note that ice is described in the fic as having dark hair, my interpretation of that is that this ice is so repressed he doesn’t bleach his hair, so i did try to color it darker and have it still be recognizable idk.

Tom knelt on the cold tile floor and reached for the stack of thin towels folded on the shelf beside the sink. He ran the water until it was warm enough to be useful without being scalding, soaked one of the towels, and wrung it out hard enough to make his hands ache. The towel was rough against his palms, abrasive, and when he brought it to Pete’s face, Pete flinched.

“Hold still.” Tom’s voice was low, stripped of inflection. His free hand cupped the back of Pete’s head, fingers threading into hair damp with sweat. The contact was more intimate than anything they had shared since the severance, but he did not pull away.

from callanilsa’s incredible fic ‘where the radar cannot see’

i cannot say enough about this fic, it’s one of favorites ever and the final chapter hasn’t even come out yet. i do want to note that ice is described in the fic as having dark hair, my interpretation of that is that this ice is so repressed he doesn’t bleach his hair, so i did try to color it darker and have it still be recognizable idk.

What do you mean they bore holes into each other's soul for the entire film?

What do you mean Val Kilmer said yeah they gay as hell for each other?

What do you mean sexual tension so thick you can cut it with a knife?

What do you mean one actor played it super gay and the other one just went with it?

What do you mean they're always in each other's face like they're two steps away from ripping each other's clothes off?

What do you mean casual shoulder brush?

What do you mean "Playing With the Boys"?