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nigesakis · 3 days

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MOTA as unfortunate callsigns (inspired by @scurvees's Terror version)

part 2 part 3 part 4

#sorry for forcing yall to click on the images to read but i hate 1-per-row layout #mota #masters of the air #robert rosenthal #harry crosby #john bucky egan #gale buck cleven #jack kidd #curtis biddick #huglin #joseph bubbles payne #text post edit

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jesperfahxey · 18 hours

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MASTERS OF THE AIR (2024) Part nine

#masters of the air #mota #motaedit #mastersoftheairedit #appletvedit #appletvsource #appletvgifs #tvedit #tvgifs #tvshowgifs #mediagifs #harry crosby #robert rosenthal #gale cleven #my creations #*gifs

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tetragonia · 2 days

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Masters of the Air characters as aesthetics

John 'Bucky' Egan

Bucky was a golden hour, warm hues of gold and amber casting a soft, ethereal glow over everything. Giggles and banters over a sip of liquor. He was a low hum in a pub, filled with chatter and joy. Bucky was a worn sheepskin jacket, familiar and comforting. Waves crash against rugged cliffs, vivid colors pop against a backdrop of blue skiess. He was gentle and dominating, yet he asked to be taken care of behind closed doors. Back arching high against the bed sheet, hands pinned and left marks everywhere. He was a smoky jazz club alive with the sound of saxophones and clinking glasses, the sound of people laughing so loud until the stomach hurts. Grass stained knees. Running through the rain without an umbrella. He was classical music blasting from a cheap speaker. He was Apollo playing his instruments.

Gale 'Buck' Cleven

Buck was a calm before a storm. A misty forest enveloped in fog, with towering trees draped in moss and winding paths leading to hidden glens and secret clearings. He was both silent movies and thunderstorms that you'd feel inside your chest. Raised eyebrows and cold hands, pinching the bridge of your nose. Watching a painting a bit too long before the gallery was closed. Long walks to the library. Winter winds and freezing hands, subtle glances across the room. He was soft murmur of reassurance and a gentle touch behind the doors. Consensual and always asked if it's okay. Dark red lipstick, chilled red wine. A quaint cottage nestled in the countryside with a thatched roof and ivy-covered walls, surrounded by a garden bursting with fragrant herbs and vibrant flowers. He was Hestia tending the sacred flames.

Harry 'Croz' Crosby

Harry was the swirling feelings in your stomach night before a trip. A vintage typewriter sitting on a weathered wooden desk, surrounded by stacks of yellowing paper and antique books. The soft autumn sun. He was handwritten letters and cracked statues. Silver waves lapping at the shore and seashells scattered across the sand like scattered jewels. The rattling of rain against the window, messy and needed direction. He was scribbles and ink stains, messy notebooks, and the tea kettle whistling in the silent morning. He was urgent and hurry, but comforting afterwards. He was everything about pleasure behind closed doors. A disheveled bedroom with rumpled sheets and discarded clothing strewn across the floor, with posters peeling off the walls and sunlight filtering through grimy windows. He was Poseidon guarding with his trident.

Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal

Rosie was a vintage record player spinning vinyl records, filling the room with the warm crackle of music. He was sweet smiles and clear eyes. Paper planes. Overgrown rose bushes. That one song you always skipped but ended up loving it. He was tweed jackets and loose blouses. A field of wildflowers stretching out as far as the eye can see, with colorful blooms dancing in the breeze and the scent of earth and pollen filling the air. Gentle and nurturing, caring and soft behind the doors. He was a giver and always maintained satisfaction. He was pink-tinted blush. A pair of combat boots scuffed from countless adventures. Smiling at strangers on the street. He was all kind and modesty, but also Athena leading battles.

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thatsrightice · 3 days

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The Assistant Group Navigators and Lead Navigators tugging on Rosie’s sleeve and leading him over to Group Ops because Crosby has been holed up in his office ever since Rosie went down.

When he sees that gosh darn cot in the corner he swears to take it out on the hardstand and burn it to the ground.

#I think about these two so much #I desperately need more Crosie content #just thinking about Croz wanting to break down when he sees Rosie but then sees he broke his arm AGAIN and goes into mama bear mode #checking Rosie over but like sniffling with tears in his eyes #crosie #masters of the air #mota #Croz and Rosie #harry crosby #robert rosie rosenthal #rosie rosenthal

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k-wame · 1 month

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