#Air Anytime

[sluttyhenley]

MASTERS OF THE AIR (2024) Part 9

[finncakes]

i like to think orym druidcrafts new flowers for fearne every morning 🌿

[oplishin]

i fucking loveee wrestling soulmates. wrestlers who make sure you can feel the weight of their decades of history everytime they share a space together. wrestlers who willingly and lovingly accept being defined by another person. who can't stop telling stories about each other because they fucking love each other, in some way or another. wrestlers who make the story they're telling, who fight for the right for their story to live.

[dorliart]

Me every time someone talks about something that’s "in the depths" in tears of the kingdom

[frootbyethefoot]

i could not be gordon in half life 2 i'd be swooning over alyx the entire time. she'd make some stupid joke and my face would be beet red. i'd be the most annoying lesbian in all of city 17.

[loveryoushouldvecomeover-mp3]

said this before but being bad at things will always be soooo endearing and beautiful and whimsical To Me like gosh you're so bad at this thing you're learning for the first time what a wonder!! what a curious individual with a lust for life you are what a lust for life!!!!! and if this isn't your first time and yet you're still bad at it how lovely too! your enjoyment doesn't come from being the best or even being good but just the participation of such a thing!!!!?!??? what a fucking lust for fucking life!

[princehendir]

I don't necessarily think that "family abolition" should be called something else but I do think family abolitionists should stop pretending to be surprised when people have a knee jerk negative reaction to that phrase

[httpiastri]

🥺🥺🥺🥺

[tetzoro]

kurooooo <3

[ashisgreedy]

Just a heads up, (mostly for my mootys) Im not going to be logging into this acct as much moving forward. Ive moved on to another fandom and because I created so much for this one in way of writing, I'd like to keep it separate.

I'm sure there will be a HL2 one day or some other HP thing that has be rushing back to this fandom 😅 but for now, its a dud for me.

I love yallll. I'll still log in every now and then. I know this accts been mostly quiet for a long time now but I just didn't want people who check in with me from time to time to think I was ignoring them or being rude 🥺.

You can add me on discord of you'd like (ash.wren).

[thatsrightice]

Okay but Bubbles giving a modified and surprisingly violent version of the shovel talk to Douglass after Crosby gets assigned to the Blakely crew like “I swear, Doug, if anything happens to him I will shove my snow-globe so far down your throat, I will feed your balls to the dog, I will tear you limb from limb and toss you out the bomb bay doors over the channel”

And Douglass is totally unfazed because he’s known Bubbles has been in love with Crosby for a very long so he’s just like “noted”

Pretty quick after he starts flying with Crosby Douglass starts to get suspicious, so he goes to Ham because he’d flown with Croz for longer than Doug has and yep, he is also hopelessly in love with his best friend

So of course Douglass knows he’s gotta play matchmaker because all of their soft smiles and longing looks and pining is actually driving him insane come to find out they’ve literally been in a relationship for a while but somehow still have massive crushes on each other

[hogans-heroes]

just want to say how much i love your recent hcs - gale and bucky being each other's safe place is everything 🩷

Oh thank you so much darling! I’m RIGHT THERE with you I’m overwhelmed by how much they care for each other. That safe place is something they really need and they know that have it with each other 🥹

Oooh fam I’ve got WAY more where that came from, I was just thinking this morning that this blog might turn into mota hcs lol. But I’m trying to direct my creative energies into a long fic with of course all these elements. Hope to start posting soon!

Here’s a small one that’s getting me: Bucky often has a hard time sleeping. He’s just too restless, or after being so worked up and excitable all day he just tosses and turns a lot. It’s frustrating because he really is tired but he just can’t fall asleep. One time he just gives up and crawls into Gale’s bunk. Gale of course sleeps like a stone log and can fall asleep at the drop of a hat. He also, apparently, cuddles Bucky immediately without waking up and well, Bucky gets to sleep right away. It becomes a regular thing.

[therealslimshakespeare]

Acorn thot

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Jack had left her in bed, off in a hurry to discuss a work in progress he had ongoing with CBS. He’d come on her belly and had began to change with no stop in between the happenings, he often got like that after sex when he was excited about new work he had coming. Like if the work itself would be more satisfactory than having Lana Tierney herself. With a pat on her ass he’d been gone and inside Lana, Julie Jean Turner was grateful he hadn’t stayed and had left her alone. It was much better then when Vincent stayed beside her, smug in his performance, when no pleasure had been truly given. For her, at least.

Mr. Huston was nice about the jacket and Lana made sure to keep it in her line of sight during sex with him but she never dared to wear it with his hands on her. She would never betray Bucky like that, never dare mix his scent with that of the smell of old money, of men who didn’t risk their lives for the nation - for her, Johnny had wrote her. He fought to keep her safe before he really knew her and she’d never felt more cared for or protected upon reading those words.

Now with Jack gone, she lay in bed breathing in the jacket, keeping it tucked tight between her thighs. John’s smell was becoming faint, what with Lana carting it around everywhere she went and using it as her only defense against the cold, against the studios, against Vincent - against Mother Dearest. It was her shield and her only reminder now that Mother had taken away her letters that she was loved, truly, and she wasn’t alone.

I love you, he had written.

I adore you, he had said.

She pressed her face deeper into his jacket, eyes burning. Heart breaking. Her belly was sticky and her nipples were aching, her hair tangled from Jack and Vincent pulling it and running their hands through it. Soft hands. Skinny hands. No callouses from hard work. No blood staining them because they were protecting their nation. She tried to pretend John’s hands were on her instead but it was impossible to do when she knew John was a red blooded hard working American man. His hands would be rough but his touch would be gentle and being with him would leave her feeling satisfied, not used, and he wouldn’t rush off afterwards, he would want to stay with her and he would want to listen to anything she said and she wouldn’t be so alone.

Sobs were wrecking her freely now as she pressed her nose deeper into his fainting scent. Hoping where ever he was, he was okay and he didn’t hate her and he wouldn’t hold any of this against her. John had sounded shocked when she had asked him to promise to try, like if the thought of anyone wanting him to be alive, of her wanting him to come home, was unthinkable but nonetheless he’d curled his pinky an entire ocean away and he had promised her he would try. For him she would continue fighting and trying too.

Jean had spent months writing to him and getting to know him and despite the war and possible death looming and his missing best friend who he would go to the ends of the Earth for - Jean wondered, no - Jean knew this action must have crossed his mind once or twice when sending his jacket to her.

“Would she pretend it was me? Use it as if it was me with her? Take some of the pleasure I would give her?”

And despite the grief and loneliness, Jean knows this would help her try like he was.

Her nose is buried in the collar of the jacket, where his sweat collected in the sheepskin and she allows her tongue to poke out in hopes she could taste the saltiness of it. She imagines she does. She switches from her side to her knees, in order to get in better position, and like if it’s a sign from him for her to take what she needs, a cold button on the lapel rubs against her button. Her mouth drops open in a tiny gasp. In between her thighs it’s sticky and wet and she’s rubbing it all on his jacket but she knows it’s all her. None of it was Jack or Vincent or anything they may have left behind. No. This is simply what John does to her.

Jean thinks of his letters, of every filthy thing he had written. How he wanted to bite down on those pink nipples of her. How he wanted her to ride him as his face was slapped silly by her large breasts. She pinches a nipple and imagines it’s his teeth, humping his jacket in earnest now.

Oh it feels so good. Much better than anything she’s experienced, even with no penetration. No use of her fingers, just his jacket underneath her bundled between her thighs.

John, John, John - she’s gasping it into the bedroom. Breathless moans and crinkling sheets and the jostle of her breasts the only sounds.

John, I love you.

Bucky, come home to me.

Bucky, this is all for you. All of it.

Please never stop loving me. I’ll never be able to stop loving you. Even if you hate me.

She comes hard on his jacket. Pushing through sensitivity to continue smearing herself over him. Jean decides then and there that even if it does so happen he wants nothing to do with her upon returning, she’ll return him this jacket with her smeared over it and her scent overtaking it, and perhaps leaving a stain behind. And he would wear it again unknowingly and still carry her with him and she would always know at least she had this.

Jean falls into the sheets, nuzzling into his jacket once more. No longer feeling used up or alone or unloved. Her Johnny was with her.

“I love you for it, Johnny,” is muffled into his jacket, as if he’s lying in her arms and she’s speaking it into his skin. “I love you for the way you love me, sweet man.”

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[inamagicalhallucination]

'why does atsushi stand like that' <- cat

[musubiki]

It feels like it was only yesterday I read about Oscar getting a mermaid girlfriend and now there's Ikasumi. I ship it, though! I'm curious what happened to the mermaid girl. Also, I think I'm experiencing what the rest of the guild is feeling when it comes to Oscar's lovelife, like since when was this a thing I want deets 😂

FUN FACT: HE STILL HAS THE MERMAID GF TOO!!!!!!!! this is what i mean when i say oscar has that playboy streak!!!!!!! hes like "Oh we have [problem]? I know someone who can help! ^^" AND ITS ONE OF HIS EX-GIRLFRIENDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and FOR REAL this is oscars running joke. he always has things going on that for some reason he doesnt tell anyone about and doesnt bring up?? 1) his girlfriend changes often and 2) his other running joke is hes always doing part-time work at some different job every so often. mochi and coco go outfit shopping, trying to pick clothes, mochi like "What do you think of this color on me?" and oscar, somehow working at that clothes shop, out of nowhere is like "Nice it brings out your eyes!"

mochi & lime after some magic commission exhausted in a far off town, go to get dinner and sit down and the server (oscar) is like "Hey guys! I can get you a discount since I work here!" when theyre like "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN DOING HERE???" he replies "Oh me? My uncle lives nearby and im visiting him for the weekend so i decided to help out at their diner. Pretty cool, huh?"

they go to some festival happening in town, walking around stalls and theres oscar managing one of those hacked, rip-off game booths like "Hey Mochi! We have this fluffy cat stuffed animal that looks like your style! Maybe you can solicit Lime into winning it for you! (overworld challenge noise)" (which turns into an aggressive "I'm gonna win that fucking cat." vs "I own this damn game and you're gonna empty your pockets before I let you win it.")

anyway, oscar is a psuedo-cryptid in his own right.

[bottledglitters]

I’m so soft for buck and bucky calling each other ‘baby’