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#them playing footsie at the end OMFG#the entire 8min of this is like a couple trying hard not to think about the amazing sex they had just b4 this & getting back to it after#🗣️📢ayo austin have some couth! nah he down bad lmao#austin butler#callum turner#masters of the air#gale cleven#john egan#homoeroticism#affection#hbo war#masters of air press#cosmopolitan uk#beautiful men
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If fighter pilots lived in a world of split seconds, bomber boys lived in one of agonizing hours, with too much time to think about their own end, which depended inordinately on Lady Fortune. In its testing and training programs the Air Force looked for different qualities in fighter and bomber pilots: physical strength, judgment, emotional stamina, dependability, team play, discipline, and leadership in bomber pilots; rapid hand-eye co-ordination, aggressiveness, boldness, individuality, and a zest for battle in fighter pilots. In a profile of the ideal bomber pilot, the Air Force noted:
"The attitude of crew members... was that they would gladly let some other crew have the hottest pilot in the group... if they could have the man who, when in a tough spot, where a decision which might mean life or death to them had to be made, would quickly... make the best possible decision." For bomber pilots, "intellectual traits" were more highly prized than sensory-motor skills. "Love of blood sports, cockiness... and lack of high intellectual stature would prove to be good qualifying factors for fighter pilots," said this Air Force study.
Ch 10, Masters of the Air, by Donald L. Miller
#I loveeeeee passages like this#Like yeah sure Egan and Cleven seemed like individualistic hotshots on base#but actually in the grand scheme of the AAF as a whole#they had a LOT of traits that other pilots wouldn’t have#leadership skills and the ability to get their crew to all get along and work together#a fighter pilot can scoot off or climb or dive if things get too hot#but a bomber has no choice but to keep pressing on while taking flak#having to manage all the emotions and fear of your crew#while they’re getting blown up and panicking and crying over comms#holding them all together emotionally WHILE still flying the plane#for a lot of crews their pilot’s preflight pep talk was akin to a prayer#their pilot was EVERYTHING to them#and the pilot had to carry that weight and responsibility#anyway. feeling a lot about bomber pilots today#masters of the air#post#gale cleven#john egan
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ANTHONY BOYLE and BARRY KEOGHAN doing cartwheels at the white house*:・゚✧
#anthony boyle#barry keoghan#mine*#masters of the air#i guess???#it was a part of their press tour i think#well not this part in particular#but the other stuff they did at the white house#userlin#riveterema#mota promo
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NATE MANN as ROBERT "ROSIE" ROSENTHAL in Masters of the Air
#stay pressed rosie#you clearly need that break#nate mann#masters of the air#rosie rosenthal#robert rosenthal#robert rosenthal gifs#mota#motaedit#mota rosie#masters of the air rosie#nate mann edit#dark academia#i love the colors
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Buck: Why are you squeezing me with your body?
Bucky:
Bucky: It’s a hug, Buck. I’m hugging you.
Bucky, worried and pulling back : Do you not like it?
Buck: I don't know...
Buck: I think you should do it again before I can form an opinion about it.
#bucky then proceeded to hug him even tighter#with buck's face pressed against his neck#and his hand cupping buck's nape#buck hasn't been hugged in so long my poor baby#bucky: so how did it feel?#buck: safe... it felt safe#bucky's heart just exploded#actually that's a good fic idea#clegan#buck x bucky#buck cleven#gale cleven#john egan#bucky egan#mota#masters of the air#mota incorrect quotes
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Apologies Owing
Well, they're finally here - the pilots, that is. The base's WACs have some opinions they'd like to share.
A follow up to this piece - and an announcement! I'll be trying to post all of Cord's drabbles on AO3 at Pavilioned In the Fields.
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The talk over dinner was about nothing but the officers.
There was no consensus yet, it seemed, over who was the handsomest. Netta was stumping for Brady, the one who'd ridden his fort straight into a rut in the middle of the airfield and had walked away without a scratch, but Anita and Mary Dacre both wanted to speak of no one but DeMarco - or rather, the dog he'd brought with him, who had kindly consented to pets and treats and much crooning while his owner stood by and beamed at himself for the genius idea of getting the husky to find his Friday night dates for him. (Mae, too, seemed taken by the idea of the dog, though she was a little too world-wise to let the pup's gorgeous blue eyes win her over to his owner.)
"I liked the one that blew us a kiss," Nina said, almost loyally, still mooning into her soup about it nearly three hours later, elbow firmly planted on the table while she started wistfully into space. "What'd you say his name was, Phoebe?"
"Biddick," Phoebe said, wisely taking the middle road and saying nothing about anything apart from name, rank and serial number, reaching around Nina's elbow for the salt. "Curtis Biddick. Flies with Richard Snyder."
"The one who looks like Leslie Howard?" Becky looked like that was more her speed. "Now there's a man I'd let do a few close maneuvers."
"Curtis Biddick," Nina smiled dreamily, staring off into space obviously having heard nothing Becky had said. "It was so romantic."
"You gotta watch out for boys like that, Nina, they're usually more trouble than they're worth," Mae said, locking eyes with Phoebe across the table and exchanging abbreviated smiles.
"You all can have fun with the squaddies, but I feel like aiming a little higher," Ethel said with a cutthroat grin, inspecting the arch of her brow in the convex of her soup spoon. "That blonde who drove in with Major Egan looks like he really could be in pictures."
"Cleven," Phoebe supplied, before anyone could ask. "Major Gale Cleven. He's Egan's best friend, apparently. He came up to tower, didn't he, Cord? With Major Egan and Demarco?"
"He did," Cord said, non-committal while she wiped some sauce off the corner of her mouth and considered whether she wanted to try chasing down the last of her peas. "Seemed nice enough."
"Hmmm." Ethel looked unimpressed, and perhaps a little put out that Cord, of all people, had gotten an eye in to the main chance that she clearly couldn't appreciate properly. "Nice enough to have a girl at home?"
But no one ventured an answer for her - the half of the table that was facing the doorway all clammed up at same time as the man himself approached the table, uniform immaculate and blond hair swept just so over his very handsome face. The table stood up as one, Nina accidentally flinging her spoon into her bowl with a clatter.
"Ladies. Was wondering if I might have a word alone with Lieutenant Callaway." His voice was all gravitas and gravel, and Ethel looked like she'd die of envy the way she was glaring across the table at her lieutenant.
Mae's eyes, on the other hand, flashed with delight, and Cord looked around the table to see that nearly everyone else was smiling the way girls smiled when they thought you had something to keep a secret about. She felt hot with betrayal. Now just what do you all think - "I think we're all finished, Major, we can leave," Mae offered, gesturing to the rest of the table to get going. "We'll catch you up, Cord." Mae promised, beaming back at her friend, following the rest of the group out the door and back to barracks.
Cord took a breath and studied her shoes for a moment, hoping that none of that heat had made it to her face, and Cleven hadn't seen any of their hinting smiles - or heard what Ethel had just said. She waited until the crowd cleared the door to speak. "Sir?"
"Seems I owe you an apology, Lieutenant."
Whatever she'd been expecting him to say ...wasn't that. "…What for, sir?"
Cleven's gaze was patient, though it looked like that patience was being tested a little at the moment. "Whatever John's done here for the last month."
It took Cord more than a moment to realize he was talking about Bucky Egan. She'd plumb forgotten his first name was John, if she'd ever known it at all. He introduced himself to everyone as Bucky. "…that's very kind of you, Major Cleven, but I'm not sure that's your apology to make, sir."
"Well, a fellow can try." He smiled - a brief thing - and Cord realized why Ethel thought he'd do well in movies. Underneath those baby blue eyes ran some very, very still waters. Well, they'd have to be, to have Egan for a friend. "He - he means well, usually. He's just not…real good at thinking things through sometimes."
You can say that again. "That's…not a quality one looks for in an executive officer, if you don't mind me saying, sir."
Cleven chuckled - a sound Cord was getting the impression most people didn't hear very often. "No, it most certainly is not. But he has others - a damn fine flyer, a good man to have with you in a fight, and a - a good friend."
The quiet fortitude was growing on her - a strong contrast to Egan's boisterous take-all-comers antics. And he'd come here, when he didn't have to, when nothing said he even needed to, to apologize, on the sole basis of one meeting this morning where she'd stood her ground and been short with his friend. He noticed things, Major Cleven did - and that counted for something. "He must be, to have you making apologies for him on your first day here."
Again, the smallest of smiles. "He'd do the same, if it had been me that had stepped wrong. I'm just trying to…pay the favor forward." He took a breath, and looked at his shoes. "He, ah - he mentioned you were from Ohio."
"Dayton," Cord supplied, wondering when this had turned from an apology into an interview.
"Pretty prime flying country out there at Wright-Patterson," Cleven said quietly, glancing at her with softly curious eyes.
"Yes, sir, it is. I practically grew up there - my dad worked on the base, as an engineer. Worked pretty close with the test pilots."
"Is that how you got into the tower?"
"More or less, sir."
"Heard Brady say you were the calmest voice alive, talking him in today."
The 'for a woman' that had doubtless followed the original comment went unsaid, and Cord measured out her own smile. "Well, there's two types of pilots, sir - those who've had a belly landing, and -"
"-those who will." Cleven finished the old chestnut with a smile. "They teach you a lot about belly landings in Dayton, Lieutenant?"
Cord took a deep breath, remembering the rumbling, skating feeling of the plane underneath her, the nameless terror that the brakes no longer worked and her steering was in God's hands, waiting endlessly while the machine skidded heavily to a halt and she planned her exits, preparing to make a run for it. "A fair bit, sir."
"Hopefully we won't give you any more." He caught her gaze and held it. "Let me know, if he gives you any more trouble? We can't have our controller off her game."
She looked him in the eye and knew, instinctively, that he meant that, and if she said something, he would take her at her word - something not too many men on this base would do. That counted for something, too. "You'll be the first person I tell, Major."
He nodded, glad to be heard and understood, and turned to leave, before thinking of one last thing. "And maybe you'll let your friend know the girl at home is named Marge?" His smile was nearly imperceptible, and Cord almost laughed to see it. So he had heard. That's a very dry sense of humor you have there, sir. "Wouldn't want anyone …getting the wrong idea."
She nodded, happy that there was something here she could do for him. Oh, we're going to get along so well. "Of course, sir." Well, Ethel, serves you right. She could just see the other woman's face when she told her that Cleven was definitely off the market.
The understanding, it seemed, was mutual - Cleven gave a little nod and put his hand in his pocket. "Enjoy your evening, Lieutenant."
"And you, Major."
He went back outside, and Cord's eye followed him through the windows to the group of pilots joking and laughing in the road outside, probably getting ready to go into town. What reason could he have given for stopping in the mess hall? Or maybe he didn't need one. Egan hooked his arm around his friend's shoulders, and Cord caught a glimpse, again, of Cleven's fleeting smile - wider now, laughing with his friends as they set off for the village and the pub. And they're best friends? Well, they do say opposites attract.
Cord tidied her seat and exited the mess, surprised to see Mae was sitting on the bench outside the mess, apparently waiting. She got up as Cord stepped outside, grinning from ear to ear. "A word alone with Lieutenant Callaway, huh? You got something you want to share with the class, Cord?"
"Oh, buzz off, Mae. He just wanted to -" She paused, feeling, suddenly, that the apology was not for public consumption. "To thank me, for helping Brady land."
Mae nodded, a little impressed with the new Major. "The way she's going, I think Netta's gonna thank you too."
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You can read more of Cord here on tumblr at her tag.
#i have written a thing#mercurygraypresents#tds cinematic universe#cordelia callaway#masters of the air x oc#masters of the air fanfic#john egan x oc#stop the presses everyone i have written gale cleven
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harry and bucky would totally be that couple getting into a briefing late, their clothes and hair all messy and faces flushed
harry: sorry, i was doing...stuff
bucky, grinning: i'm stuff
i just love them
Oh absolutely. Like, Harry tries to set an alarm for necking sessions so they aren't late, but Bucky turns it off when it goes off and murmurs "five more minutes" against Harry's neck and whoops it's half an hour later and Major Egan, glad someone coralled you, but could you not leave hickies the size of a half dollar on our group nav and Bucky just grins and says "Hey, we had to match" and Harry would die of embarrassment but he's too high on necking endorphins.
#harrybucky#masters of the air#also bucky stop picking harry up by his thighs and pressing him against walls#harry: belay that order!
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OH MY GOD MOTA REUNION <3
#genuinely weeping right now#i didn't think we'd get more press honestly#i'm so happy oh my heart#WE GET A WHOLE PANEL AGAIN#i'm so out of the loop from brainrotting all day#masters of the air
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harold huglin odds and ends (from nikolai kinski's instagram story)
#masters of the air#hbo war#behind the scenes#nikolai kinski#i was This Close (imagine me pressing two fingers together) to missing this#also- what's with sharing certain behind the scenes MotA exclusively via insta story?#do you not care about digital preservation? do you want me to suffer??
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it’s their year!
#callum turner#josh o'connor#2024 is their year! time to start the propaganda rollout#challengers press tour lets goooo#manifesting boys in the boat behind the scenes#and masters of the air content#and when la chimera finally release here!
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(L-R) Callum Turner, Barry Keoghan, Austin Butler, Edward Ashley, Nate Mann PHOTOCALL - Masters of the Air Premiere - 10 January, 2024 Los Angeles, California
#im barry bc im always the quickest to laugh at my crush's jokes😭😭 nah but wot a pretty line up eh?#barry keoghan#austin butler#callum turner#masters of the air#nate mann#edward ashley#curtis biddick#gale cleven#john egan#john kidd#robert rosenthal#masters of air press#affection#hbo war#beautiful men
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florence looks gorgeous too omg
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Awwww...I see our girl got to meet Austin again! 🥰 Good for her lol... 😅
Credit: lele_joy_ on Instagram (Leatha)
I need to know how she's getting so LUCKY to get to go to all of these events lol. 🤣
#MOTA premiere#masters of the air#appletv#austin butler#fan photos#Jan 10 2024#elvis press tour#leatha
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Chick: Where did you get that bruise? Buck: *flashback to walking into a wall while looking at pictures of Bucky* Buck: I'm in a gang, Sir
#chick: press x to doubt#clegan#buck x bucky#gale cleven#buck cleven#chick harding#mota#masters of the air#mota incorrect quotes
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