Music
Today’s prompt is: Music
Prompt submitted by @callsign-phoenix
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Monterey Bay Aquarium

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
NASA

tannertan36

PR's Tumblrdome
Stranger Things
official daine visual archive
art blog(derogatory)
Xuebing Du

JVL


Discoholic 🪩

@theartofmadeline
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Misplaced Lens Cap
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

oozey mess

blake kathryn
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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Music
Today’s prompt is: Music
Prompt submitted by @callsign-phoenix
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Hey i was just curious of how many prompts you have currently have picked
i have been loving the drabbles. Good work 👏 🙌 👍
Hey there!
We select them from a list we have in batches of five, and then have those scheduled to post every two weeks. So right now there are four waiting in queue, but the list we have is far longer haha!
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Prompt 6: dead wife montage (with a twist)
Hey, Hangman…
He always looked unfairly beautiful. Whether sweaty, hair disheveled from a hop, or in his perfectly pressed khakis like tonight.
His looks were obviously the first thing to catch Bradley’s attention. Hangman’s snarky attitude softened the absolute adoration—at least that’s what he told himself.
It was easier to believe that when he had unlimited access to his love. Not when he only had the memories.
It wasn’t always perfect between them, but that was harder to remember when those green eyes were shining like the sun. Saying his name…
There was always only one answer.
You look good…
For @topgundrabble and the prompt: Dead wife montage with a twist.
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His mother was a wife.
She cooked and cleaned like every woman Mav saw in 60s housekeeping magazines, but she looked so different.
Her smiles were never strained or forced and she actually enjoyed her work.
She loved cooking meals and seeing the smiles on her boys' faces and she loved cleaning and presenting the home she worked so hard to maintain.
Being a wife was her full time job and when it was cruelly taken away from her, she fell apart.
Maverick didn't understand it then, but he does now.
Losing your job as a partner is like losing your entire identity and Maverick isn't sure he can survive a life without being Ice's husband.
In the face of loss, Pete would always remember Bradley's laugh, the sound of a life lived. Full body and high-pitched, a remnant of his father he never grew out of. A toddler on stubby legs, or a gangly teenager not yet grown into the length of his limbs, Bradley's laugh was a scene Pete would never grow tired of painting again and again. A record he would play on repeat until the diamond needle wore out. Maverick crashes into Rooster at full speed, sending him crashing down in a flurry of snow. "What the hell are you doing here?"
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Beach
My rare pair for @topgundrabble.
"I'm not him, you know?" The words get carried away by the soft ocean breeze.
She stops and smiles, a playful tip of her lips; eyes too smart for her own good.
"Good," she says, "that's good."
They walk some more. She brushes their fingers together.
"He was just a teenage dream. And for a while I thought I wanted to be young again. But then…" She sidesteps a wave of salty water, bumping into him. His arms wrap around her waist, steadying. "I remembered I'm a grown woman. And I know what I want and that's you."
Beau smiles.
Bronco
Shiny and perfect on Mav’s driveway, fresh from the sprayer: his mom's car, her last gift, blue like the sky.
Bradley's first legal drive, as familiar as the sofa at home. Freedom tasted like hot asphalt and sea air.
Dented and glass-shattered after the crash that left scars on his face and the knowledge of his alone-ness deep in his bones. No-one for the hospital to call.
Dusty but ever-present in his own garage after long deployments. A tender restoration.
Pulled into an empty lot--engine smoking--keys sharp in his fist. Bradley presses call.
“Hangman? Can you come pick me up?"
Written for the prompt 'dead wife montage (with a twist)' over at @topgundrabble ❤️
Beach // cyhang
written for the @topgundrabble challenge prompt 'beach'
People had warned Jake about the all possible problems in an age gap relationship like theirs. He had dismissed those concerns, well-meaning as they were, because they didn't know Beau like he did.
Nobody warned him about this, though.
"It's freezing out here," Jake groaned. "Let's just go, babe."
"But winter swimming is good for you! Haven't you read about the health benefits?" Beau walked briskly towards the shoreline, Jake reluctantly on his tail.
"If there's no one else on the beach, that should tell you something!"
"You know, it helps boost circulation… Thought you'd at least appreciate that part."
A wave threw a few drops of icy water on Jake's shin.
"Fuck that, I'm still young," he yelped, jumping away. "I'll support you by the towels but please be quick."
Nobody warned him about the health fads middle-aged men could get into. Though if their biggest relationship issue was a couple of weird hobbies, well, Jake counted himself lucky.
for @topgundrabble prompt: matching. i gave up on containing this one.
Ice was wearing shorts. It was the first thing Mav noticed when he arrived at Slider's barbecue, a six-pack in one hand and a bag of paper plates in the other. His habit of arriving late had made him the de-facto "call him to grab what we're missing on his way over," which endlessly benefited the other flyboys, but put a dent in his pocket he was too kind to fill.
Back to Ice. He stood by Slider at the grill, beer already in hand, chatting up his RIO as if no time has passed. Mav set his load down on a nearby table, trying to not get distracted by Ice's calves and the gorgeous way his skin had tanned into a beautiful golden.
His intense staring brought him eye-to-knee with a smudge of black script above his scapula as Ice turned to greet the newcomer.
Mav squinted, trying to parse out the letters. Ad astra per aspera. He had seen that before, on Sli—
"Hey Mav,"
"You have the same tattoo as Slider," Mav blurted out over Ice's greeting.
Ice flushed, Slider descending into crackling laughter, the taller slinging his arm over Ice's shoulders, pulling the blushing man into his side.
"I lost a bet," Ice muttered.
"A very stupid one," Slider added. "But now the world knows he's my friend forever."
The tips of Ice's ears bloomed red like the rest of him.
Mav raised an eyebrow. Friends. "For sure."
I wrote this as a drabble for @topgundrabble I hope you like it!
It is a Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x female!reader imagine.
The prompt is matching.
Warnings: sexism
When you were asked to join Top Gun as a fighter pilot you were fresh out of a relationship and done with them, you feared.

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Top Gun Drabble Challenge
Prompt 5: Matching
From this universe
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Halfway through their first Top Gun session as instructors, Mav received a call from Ice before the sun was fully up. “Come to my house. Now.”
Mav worried briefly that he’d somehow done something to piss off his new wingman–his wingman–but they’d parted reluctantly just the night before, Ice leaving Mav’s house under the cover of darkness and walking the two blocks back to his own assigned housing.
His knock at Ice’s door was met a strangled ‘come in.’ Opening the door, Mav could have never predicted that he would find Ice holding two tiny babies in matching blue blankets.
alphabet soup
another mini fic inspired by the @topgundrabble challenge, prompt: sunglasses :3
rating: T | word count: 514
Jake knows Bradley hates being reminded that he’s, inevitably, getting older. It’s in the way he needs a long bath after a day spent in the cockpit, or how he’ll stop at three beers instead of six when they go out with their friends, or the more and more intricately shaped orthopedic pillows he buys. or, bradley visits an eye doctor and isn't happy with the verdict
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A hung man
For the @topgundrabble prompt 'Dead-wife-montage (with a twist)'. I succeeded in making this exactly 100 words long. 🥳
Logically Bradley knew that his text threat with Hangman had passed flirty quips approximately 5 messages ago, venturing straight up into sexting instead.
Checking his phone while toweling himself dry, he hadn’t expected to be met with proof that Hangman was, in fact, a hung man, though.
"A dick pic, Seresin? Real classy." He shot back before making his way to his bedroom.
By the time he had gotten comfortable, lube in hand, Hangman had replied.
"Bradshaw, you'd rather I grab Javy so he can film me bashfully smiling at the beach like a dead-wife-montage?"
Snorting loudly, Bradley pressed call.
Dead wife montage (with a twist)
Today’s prompt is: dead wife montage (with a twist)
Prompt submitted by @iprefervillains!
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juicy 'n' fruity
a mini fic written for the @topgundrabble challenge, prompt: matching
rating: T | word count: 630
"What the fuck." Bradley stops in his tracks. In front of him, right in the middle of the locker room, is Hangman, down to his boxer briefs. Bradley doesn't miss the pattern printed on them. Not something he would accuse Hangman, of all people, of. or, jake and bradley accidentally match
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“Are you serious?”
Bradley grimaces, flinching at the brush of his shirt over the piercing. “I fucking wish not.”
Jake is leaning his head down on the kitchen table, shoulders moving as he takes in slow deep breaths to stave off the hangover.
“You—” Nat slaps her hand on the table, cackling like a witch. “You got—”
“Don’t even say it—”
“—matching nipple rings!”
“Natasha!”
“But that’s not even the best part!” She snorts. It’s an ugly sound. Bradley hates her. “You got matching jewelry that says best bros!”
Ugh.
“Did you even tell them you were married?!”
“It didn’t come up.” Jake grumbles, his own hand rubbing against his sore chest.
A drabble for @topgundrabble prompt Matching, abou Slimav's matching crush on Ice. Thank you @texasteaparty for putting this configuration of my favorite poly in my mind <3 Mature
It started with watching. Watching him, then watching each other watch him. And then, slowly, just watching each other.
Then came the teasing, where no one else could hear. Especially not him.
“Close your mouth, Mitchell, you’re drooling.”
“Take a picture, Kerner, it’ll last longer.”
But teasing quickly became commiserating.
“Did you see him lecturing that Lieutenant today?”
“God, yeah, he’s so fucking hot when he’s fired up.”
And commiserating turned into… this.
“Are you thinking about him? Imagining it’s him touching you?“
“Fuck, Sli- don’t tease me.”
“Imagine it’s his hand on your cock. C’mon, Mav. Come for him.”