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something I’ve been thinking about for a while…..iceman and his rise through the ranks! Then I saw this ref (under the cut) which I think…. @calkale reblogged once? And it’s been in my photos since then, just waiting!

hope you guys like this :)) alt version and ref under the cut!

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something something how phoenix got her callsign

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I spent 3 years in the army and was stationed in Bavaria for that whole time. And I think it’s funny how military characters are portrayed in fiction 90% of the time. Half of that is unfamiliarity on the part of creators(no matter how many military consultants they bring on) and half of that is the front soldiers put on to civilians. A few things that might not have been made clear so far, in case anyone is writing characters who are or were soldiers and are looking for more insight: 

They’re not all hard-asses- mostly soldiers are just kids(the main age group the military advertises to and targets in recruitment) not unlike college kids. The difference is they have a 24 hour job and some handle it differently than others. Suicide and depression are huge issues in the military and once people leave. You spend a minimum of 3 years(unless booted or chaptered out for medical reasons) in a completely different world living by completely different rules. It’s jarring for some and sometimes 14 weeks of basic training, which is designed to basically indoctrinate you- break you down and build you back up again into what the military calls for, is not enough to get a kid suited for that kind of life. It’s not for everybody and unfortunately, some don’t find that out until it’s too late. You can’t just quit the Army obviously, so you have to spend 3 years in misery until you’re set loose(me).

Guys who have been in for 1-5 years are pretty normal, usually. A military base is pretty much a microcosm of regular society, except Monday through Friday, 0600 to 1700, we’re all doing jobs geared to one purpose. They’re not all consulate cardboard professionals. Soldiers like the same movies, they like the same video games, there’s nerds who play D&D or LARP on the weekend, there’s guys who do photography in their spare time for couples and families on base. A buddy of mine is in the process of getting his first novel(first in a fantasy series) published. I’m proud of you Davis! 

I can only say this about the Army because that’s where I was, but… The Army is filled with the gayest straight guys you’ll ever meet lmao. Seriously though, 70-80% of guys in the military, especially the younger ones who grew up in the late 90s to early 2000s, are hyper comfortable with their sexuality. Sometimes it goes overboard. I mean, we spent every day together at work, all day. We did a bunch of stupid, senseless shit together and complained about it together. On the weekends, in which we were cut loose, we all lived in the same barracks buildings and saw each other if we weren’t already hanging out anyways. I’ve seen some of the most homoerotic behavior in the military. Gay chicken was a thing. Two guys would lean in and kiss to see who would back out first. But when neither one is scared, gay chicken turns into two guys damn near making out, or taking a bite of food the other guy had in his teeth. We cuddled together in the cold during training exercises, jokingly held hands in morning formation just to get a reaction from our leadership(usually just for them to roll their eyes and ask if we were done). 

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pov: mav gets ignored at the dinner party

(ref under the cut!)

creds to @k9effect for sending this on the discord!

Ron was in the elementary school when he first met Tom. The teacher introduced him as the new kid joining their class, asking everyone to welcome him with open arms. Ron looked at the name written on the board and just couldn’t help himself.

“Woah! You have a long last name!”

Tom didn’t respond, just kind of stared back until the teacher ushered him to an empty desk.

Tom was a quiet kid, kept to himself and never really spoke unless it was to answer the teacher’s question. He never really had any friends, mostly just read big books with small letters that made Ron’s head spin.

Jack took Ron’s spot at the lunch table one day so he decided to take a seat across from Tom. Ron thought Tom’s lunch box was cool and told him so. The boy’s eyes lit up and informed him it was a F-5 Freedom Fighter, saying that it wasn’t anatomically correct as its fuselage was far too long, whatever that meant, so Ron just smiled and agreed. They already had a Tom in their class and that’s when Ron decided to call him Tommy.

Ron always sat with Tommy at lunch from that day. They quickly became inseparable, doing everything together. Tom was crazy smart and knew everything about everything, especially planes, but he never really made Ron feel dumb when he helped with a long word or a difficult problem. They kept each other company, Tommy didn’t exactly have any other friends since moving and Ron didn’t have a need for any other friends. Tommy was his best friend, even when he talked about airplanes a lot Ron didn’t mind; he decided they were pretty cool too.

One day Tommy exclaimed declared that he was going to be a pilot in the Air Force when he was older, taking down bad guys and protecting the country. Ron was impressed as he didn’t even know if he was going to pick pizza or lasagna at lunch that day. Monday rolled around and Tommy showed up to school with a black eye and a new tune.

“I’m not going into the Air Force anymore,” he had informed Ron.

“Why?”

Tom shrugged. “I’m just not.”

Ron had a feeling he knew why. Tommy would show up with bruises once in a while, said it was from falling out of his bed or climbing a tree, and this time he was hit in the fact playing baseball. But Ron was confused because Tommy never fell out of the bed at their sleepovers and Ron was confident he was the best tree climber like ever. But Tom said he was okay and that’s all that mattered.

But Tom’s dad? That guy was scary. Ron had only met him a couple of times but when he did he wanted nothing more than to run away. Tommy was terrified. The look on his face when keys jingled in the lock was one Ron would never forget. They’d abandon their game and run to Tom’s room, a book shoved into Ron’s hands. They’d sit on the floor and read until the man paused in front of the doorway, nodding in approval at the two boys, and then proceeding down the hall out of sight.

Thankfully his father was away on trips a lot so Tom’s mom let him spend the night at Ron’s house sometimes! Tommy would always tell Ron that his mom was super cool and Ron would agree, his mom was the coolest. At one of these sleepovers Mrs.Kerner asked Tom what he wanted to be when he grew up, but Tom got quiet.

“He wants to be a pilot!” Ron exclaimed, but Tom shook his head.

“I’ve got to join the Navy, like him.” Like his dad, he meant.

“Well why don’t you be a pilot for the Navy?” Ron’s mom asked, setting a plate of apple slices and peanut butter on the table.

“But he said the Navy doesn’t need pilots.” Tom took an apple slice.

“Sure they do! Someone’s gotta protect those boats. You know, Ronnie, your great uncle was a pilot for the Navy in World War II.” Tom’s eyes snapped wide open, staring in awe at Ron.

“I can be a pilot and be in the Navy!”

“What about you, Ron?” His mom asked. “What are you going to be?”

“A pilot for the Navy. Then we could fly together!” he nodded firmly and his mom laughed. And he’d swear he’d never seen Tom smile that bright.

The happiness was short lived as about a month later Tom informed Ron that his family was moving again. He’d never seen Tom look so devastated.

Years went by and Ron moved on, as children do. When he hit senior year of high school it came time to decide what he wanted to do with his life, but he was stumped. He confided in his mom such thoughts one night while she was doing the dishes and she smiled warmly. That’s when she informed him of his longtime desire of becoming a Naval pilot when he was young, reigniting the memories of his best friend, Tom. “Two peas in a pod you boys were” she had said. Something clicked and he had made his decision, applying to the Naval Academy and getting accepted, much to his surprise. He hugged his mother, gave a tearful goodbye with the promise to call, and watched her leave.

“Excuse me.”

Ron turned around, a man stood in the doorway of the dorm across from his.

“F-14 Tomcat or F-16 Fighting Falcon?”

“Huh?”

“In a dogfight, who would win? The F-14 Tomcat or F-16 Fighting Falcon?”

“Leave him alone, Bill,” a voice from inside the room shouted across the hall. “We don’t even know what it’s capable of.”

Bill scoffed as he rolled his eyes but there was a smile on his face. He turned back to Ron and stuck out his hand. “Name’s Bill Cortell. And that a**hole is my roommate, Tom.”

“Ron Kerner.” They shook hands.

“So where are you from, Ron?” But before Ron could respond Bill’s roommate emerged from the room, leaning agains the doorframe.

“San Diego, California. Sunset Park Elementary School.” Ron just nodded, confused as fuck.

“Tom. Tom Kazansky.”

As they shook hands, Ron couldn’t help his grin.

“You have a long ass last name.”

The blonde merely raised an eyebrow with a smirk.

Five bros, chillin in a hot tub…

Im enjoying the longevity of tumblrs recontextualization style of humor. a seemingly innocuous post followed by like "posts that a gnome would make" or like "are you a phone"

They should invent a career path that isn't soooooooo scary