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HARRY CROSBY + TEST PILOT (1938) ↳ masters of the air (2024), part one & six
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sluttyhenley · 19 hours
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sometimes it’s just you, thunder road (acoustic version) and every emotion you’ve ever felt since you were twelve years old
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MASTERS OF THE AIR PART 1 and PART 9
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sluttyhenley · 22 hours
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Major Egan. Major Cleven. I heard you were already on twenty missions.
MASTERS OF THE AIR Part Four
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“There was nothing to it. Just as she surged forward, he reached for her, wrapping his hand around the back of her neck and gently pulling her lips to his.”
My gift to @ok-boomerang, based on a scene from their fic your heart, my sleeve (go read it if you haven’t already!) Thanks so much to the @zkgiftexchange mods for organizing this event!
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sluttyhenley · 1 day
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happy "everyone forgets that icarus also flew" monday. i want to throw up !
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last line challenge
rules: in a new post, show the last line(s) you wrote/drew and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like)
tagged by: @redbelles 💖
a while back i went, you know what's hot (in fiction) the trope where person a meets the gaze of person c over the back of person b who's actively fucking person a and now here we are
She wasn’t supposed to love him like this. She wasn’t supposed to feel this deep, unbearable need. Good girls didn’t burn with this kind of heat. They didn’t yearn for their husbands. And Marge was raised to be a good girl and a devoted wife. She wasn’t sure she did either of those things right. She was devoted to her husband but she never had been very good at the honor and obey part. Gale never seemed to mind that about her.  The way she loved Gale, the unbearable need he sparked in her, didn’t terrify her anymore. He was her solid, steady Gale. He came back to her after the war: a little broken, a little rougher around the edges, and deeply in love with his best friend. She wasn’t sure he knew that though.  She would have felt threatened by it, jealous of his love even, if she hadn’t known, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Gale was just as devoted to and in love with her as ever.
anyway like all things this can be blamed on meg (who's been continuing to encourage me by way of writing sprints)
so uhhh yeah. tagging @reachingforaspark, @ladywaffles, and uhh @starrybouquet (if y'all want!)
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Meet the character
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So the whole game is fixed by the will of Gramps on His throne while we're down here for what? His entertainment? That makes us chumps and God's a sadist. And either way, I got no use for him.
THE PACIFIC Part Five
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good omens + text posts → 9/? bonus:
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karen wilson in every episode ↳ 2.18 — this life we chose
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PRIDE & PREJUDICE (2005), dir. Joe Wright
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sluttyhenley · 3 days
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“Long fucking day,” Rooster mutters, clinking his glass against Phoenix’s where it sits on the bar.
“He pulled my papers.” “Why would he do that?”
Phoenix hums, nodding a little without looking over. Her eyes stay fixed on the thin napkin underneath her glass, thumb catching over the rim and pushing through the salt in a couple short, quick passes.
“Did you write me a note, Natasha?” “No. I wrote down my room number.”
Natasha snorts out a laugh, exhaling and bringing her thumb to her lips. Her tongue catches against the callus on her fingertip as she licks the salt away, quickly knocking back half of the top-shelf margarita she’d ordered in one go.
Bradley has an eyebrow raised when she finally does meet his eyes. Grinning, he tilts his head and says, “Well. Pray tell, Phoenix. What’re we drinkin’ about?”
Phoenix turns on her barstool, knees knocking against Rooster’s. She rests both hands on his thighs, squeezing his legs in reassurance as she explains, “You remember when I told you I’d hooked up with an older guy during fleet week?”
“Years ago,” Bradley nods, brows drawing together. “Yeah. I remember. You wouldn’t shut up about him for weeks. Why?”
Phoenix pats one of Rooster’s legs. “I’m very sorry for what I’m about to put you through.”
“Huh?”
“I’m Maverick.” “Oh, I’ve heard of you.” “Good things, I hope.” “Impossible things. I’m hoping they’re all true.”
“Bradley,” Phoenix says slowly, carefully. “I hooked up with Maverick.”
Three things happen in quick succession:
Bradley’s smile drops, he breathes out a sigh, and then he proceeds to empty his glass of whiskey in one swallow.
“Please tell me you’re lying.”
Phoenix covers her mouth with her hand to hide the way she’s smirking. Judging by the narrowing of Bradley’s eyes, it doesn’t work. “Nope.”
“Natasha. Oh my god. Jesus, are you — you gave me very explicit details about that hookup.”
“I think it’s cosmic payback for all the times I’ve had to listen to you go on and on about Hangman’s perfect dick.”
“It’s not even that good,” Bradley refutes, looking away, blushing a deep red.
Phoenix sips at her margarita. “You’re a bad fucking liar.”
Bradley pinches at the bridge of his nose with two fingers. “So you fucked my godfather. What the fuck, Tash.”
“For the record, I’m still on your side,” she says, thinking back to their earlier conversation on the tarmac. “But I also think you need to know, in the interest of best friend honesty, that I’m a little swayed by his absolutely perfect —“
“If you finish that sentence, I’m getting a new best friend.”
“Like you could ever replace me,” Phoenix huffs. She waves a hand toward the bartender across the room and asks, “You want another drink?”
Bradley’s answer is immediate. “Several.”
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Masters of the Air: America's Bomber Boys Who Fought the War Against Nazi Germany Donald L. Miller
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What the hell is a reserve command pilot?
MASTERS OF THE AIR part three ⬩ for @oatflatwhite
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sluttyhenley · 4 days
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reblog if you’re a lesbian who supports bi girls, a bi girl who supports lesbians, or if you want all wlw to have a nice day
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