#yap master

[greengirllover]

[kafkasmuses]

bucky who very openly manspreads, he always sits down with a grunt, slumping down into the seat with his legs instantly parting from each other. and it’s not like it was a little part, something barely noticeable— no, his legs were spread as far as they could possibly be. buck always gripes at him about it, telling him he looks ‘easy’ in which bucky just scoffs, rolling his eyes and spreading even farther just to annoy buck. 

bucky who reeks of mint, coffee, and the cologne he deems the best ever made, pour un humme. 

bucky who rarely ever gets hurt, but when he does? he loves to put on a show for the nurses, wincing and groaning in pain over something simple like a paper cut, or stumbling into the infirmary with a busted lip after he decided it would be funny to box one of the majors on the british air forces. he’s always flirting, too, saying something cheesy like, “gonna take good care of me, doc?“ 

bucky who makes you call him sir when you’re in the empty barracks with him, as everyone else is attending the bar, he’ll tease and tease you until you’re pathetically begging him for him to fuck you— but you left out the one thing he wanted, making him click his tongue disapprovingly, “please who, huh? you gonna be good for me and call me sir, right?”

bucky who puts his military visor hat on you when you’re riding him, chuckling whenever your thighs shake at the feeling of his thick cock stretching you out, making some idiotic joke like, “tryna ride me like ‘m an airplane, huh, doll-face?” 

#୨୧ (jules yapping) .ᐟ #♡ ׂ bucky ៵ 💋 ࣪ ִֶָ ⋆ #major john egan #masters of the air #john egan x you #john egan #john egan x reader #john egan x oc #john egan fanfiction #bucky egan #mota smut #mota fanfic #mota #mota spoilers #mota cast #mota edit #mota oc #major john egan x reader #major john egan x oc #bucky egan x reader #bucky egan x oc #callum turner major john bucky egan #callum turner fanfiction #callum turner x reader #callum turner #callum turner imagine #austin butler

[carnevol]

John ‘Mouthy’ Egan in every episode | Masters Of The Air part 5

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

#callum turner #john egan #masters of the air #mota #motaedit #apparently grief doesn't stop him from yapping #mouthy egan

[johnslittlespoon]

guys i have an announcement to make

i miss him. thx for listening

#:(((( #it's been two weeks today #still feels like smth is missing every week #john egan #masters of the air #johnslittlespoon yaps

[evilresident3757]

john egan is the biggest yapper known to mankind. what is he even talking about half the time. someone contain that guy

#masters of the air #mota #john egan #buck is his yap wrangler btw #i can say this bc i too am a yapper #vin yaps

[quick-catton]

heyyy besties so i watched mota ep2 and it was very fruity. what was that. i know it's supposed to be about serious war. but [minor spoilers] the phone scene where curt calls buck and egan (am i supposed to first name basis them? gale and john?? idk bro) gave me Thoughts, alright.

hear me out. tall stern serious keeps-his-boys-in-check bf (gale) x tall loud rowdy riles-up-his-boys bf (john) x short affectionate golden retriever looks-at-his-boys-like-they-are-the-sun bf (curt).

thoughts.

#thinking about writing a one off throuple smut fic for a ww2 series was rly not on my 2024 bingo card #but i sure am thinking about it #altho not sure anything can drag me away from all my cattonquick wips atp #but if you have thoughts... headcanons... tropes... fic ideas... etc... i am here my fellow deranged queers #i can't stop yapping someone come shut me up the way curt shut john up on the wing #barry keoghan #masters of the air #oliver quick #callum turner #austin butler #quick-catton brainrot

[alienoresimagines]

Crosby: Why is Bucky crying on the floor?

Brady: He's drunk.

Crosby: And?

Brady: He saw a picture of Buck's husband.

Crosby: But he's Buck's husband.

Brady: I know.

#bucky can't believe he managed to give buck his nickname a ring and his last name #like HE did THAT #that's on yapping your way in your darling's heart #buck x bucky #clegan #john brady #harry crosby #buck cleven #bucky egan #john egan #gale cleven #mota #masters of the air #mota incorrect quotes

[diceqi]

was just rewatching MOTM and it's so funny now that i can read ninjargon😭

it basically says: TO WOTRU KENTA WLECOME URATNEK KLWOTRU EMOCELW

and this is what jay says

no, jay. it says to wotru kenta wlecome uratnek klwotru emocelw 😭

#king vangelis DOES NOT know how to write a letter #ninjago master of the mountain #motm #ninjago motm #master of the mountain #ninjago #dice yaps

[expectiations]

River meeting versions of the Doctor pre-Library does actually still make sense. Although she did tell 10 that that was the youngest version she's ever seen of him which implies that she's met an older 10 (14? 👀) and we've been able to get glimpses of those thanks to Big Finish and the Day of the Doctor novelization, who are we to say that she was not referring to the Doctor in their entirety and just meant it per her meetings with 10? If it doesn't make sense for her to meet pre-Library Doctors, why then would the TARDIS describe them as wool wrapped 'round and 'round each other? Even Missy herself acknowledged that River is a complex space-time event that would cause a bunch of paradoxes and rip time apart if something happened to her. She teased her relentlessly though ...and so did River. And I still think too much of Missy's genuine offer of condolences when she knew that 12 had left Darillium.

They're an ouroboros - River and the Doctor. You can never tell where their beginning or ending is. They are always happening across time and space. And I think it befits them.

The way they always try to spend more time with each other, breaking laws just for each other, their fierce protectiveness for each other, even when the Doctor has no idea who River is.

#tia thinks too much #like literally #but you won't find me this way when it comes to my academics lol #this yapping is reserved solely for my beloveds #doctorriver #doctor x river #the doctor x river song #dw musings #doctor who #big finish #big finish audios #the doctor's wife #river song #the doctor #the professor #missy #missy doctor who #bring back river song #river is patience #the doctor x the professor x the master

[ashyyxxx]

why tf is the mcr fandom so crazy for me like i just wanna enjoy looking at some emo men in their 40's, idc who's wife is problematic, or who kissed who, or whatever. and i dont wanna hear the whole "oh, youve never listened to this album/song? you arent a real fan then." JUST LET ME AND OTHERS LIKE MUSIC. ITS NOT THAT SERIOUS. YK WHAT? WRITE THE FANFICS, SHIP THE PPL (just dont harass them abt it yk), AND LIKE WHATEVR YOU WANT.

#i keep yapping someone stop me #rant post #ranting #emo boy rants #emo #i am the master of the wicket #kms #2000s #mcrmy #my chemical romance #my chemical fucking romance

[stellarislune]

sakuverse: exists

me:

#sakuverse #zsakuva #boyfriendaudios #yapping master

[urlocalwhumper]

my girl and @sowhumpshaped's boy interacting bc yippee yahoo yay (yes that anon was me. again. i should really sign my anons lmfao)

also this is like a weird mix of my pet verse and theirs, tried to keep things consistent but i have adhd memory so do not count on it!! 🫡

anyways,

rayan couldn't believe it. not only had he finally, after years of attempts, been approved for his pet owner's license, but he was also heading to the shelter - not as a volunteer this time, but to finally, finally pick out a pet of his very own.

to say he was excited was an understatement, truly, but he also felt a little bad as he approached the building. he'd been so busy recently, he hadn't been in for volunteer work for a solid two weeks. he supposed it was all worth it now, though.

he only felt more and more excited, almost giddy, as he was brought back towards the kennels. no more pining and yearning, when he left this building, it'd be with his very own pet right by his side.

he already recognized most of the faces he passed, but he still bothered to go kennel-by-kennel anyways. this was possibly the most important decision he'd ever make, and he was going to take it very seriously.

there was one he didn't recognize, though. all the way in the back, curled up as small as possible on its bed, shaking like a leaf in a hurricane, was a pet he'd never seen before. he couldn't even really make out any distinctive features, with the way it was hiding its face in its arms. it was blonde, he could at least say that, with floppy little dog ears of a matching color, but he couldn't pick out much else.

"when did this one get in?" he asked, frowning in sympathy. one of the other volunteers - who he admittedly didn't know very well - glanced at the pet in question and sighed.

"last week, i think." they said. "real nasty case. she was confiscated from her last owner after heavy suspicions of abuse, the pet hospital sent her here once she didn't need constant medical attention anymore."

they clicked their tongue derisively. "i don't know how someone could do that to their pet." they sighed again. "either way, she's very skittish. doesn't bite, though. not even if you corner her."

so it's a girl. rayan thought distantly, blinking silently as he processed that load of information.

"that's- that's horrible!" he spluttered, once his brain finally caught up with him. he glanced back at the kennel. the pet inside had raised her head a little bit, and he could make out one shining green eye looking warily at him. "what- what happened?"

the volunteer spun their ring of keys around their finger, before selecting one and unlocking the gate to the kennel. "see for yourself."

electing not to comment on that weirdly ominous answer, he obliged and stepped inside the kennel. almost immediately, the pet inside shrunk back, like she could somehow manage to retreat even further into the far corner of the space.

rayan frowned, his eyebrows knitting together in worry. he didn't want to scare her anymore - the poor thing had probably already been scared enough for several lifetimes. so, with a soft grunt, he got down and sat on the kennel floor, a good six feet away from her.

"hi." he said, giving his best encouraging smile. "i'm rayan. i'm not going to hurt you." he kept his tone as soft and soothing as he possibly could. he eyed the tag on her collar, too far away to actually read it. "could i know your name too?"

she just stared at him for a few moments, sizing him up with her one visible eye, before slowly, cautiously rising to her hands and knees and taking a single step out of her bed.

and the moment she turned to fully face him, he immediately understood what the other volunteer meant by see for yourself.

only one of her eyes had been visible because the other was completely missing. almost the entire left side of her face, only ending less than an inch above her mouth, was made up of the rough scar tissue left by severe burns. where her left eye would have been, there was simply a shallow divot.

it took everything in him not to visibly recoil, because he knew it'd be interpreted the wrong way. the poor thing would probably think he was disgusted by her, when in reality, he was nearly floored by the depths of the cruelty she'd had to endure. even her tail, which was tucked firmly between her legs at the moment, had an odd bend to it, like it had been broken and healed crooked.

as she got closer to him, he could see just how terribly she was trembling, the way her ribs were clearly visible against her flesh. her single eye held so much fear, and her ears were pinned back against her skull, yet she continued to approach anyways.

until finally, she sat down in front of him, hunched and small and afraid. he wanted so badly to just reach out and comfort her, but he knew that escalating that quickly would likely scare her more.

slowly, so she could still keep a close eye on his movements and back away if she felt threatened, he reached for her collar. black leather - heavy duty, but impersonal. "NANA" was engraved on the front of the tag in bold, capital letters. The back was bare.

"nana." he repeated. her gaze immediately snapped from his hand back to his face. "is that your name?"

after a few hesitant seconds, she gave a single nod.

he smiled. "it's nice to meet you, nana." he said. "would it be okay if i pet you?"

she looked almost incredulous that he was asking, but nodded again anyways.

the moment his hand started to card through her hair, it was like her demeanor did a complete 180. she all but melted into the touch, leaning heavily into his hand as he scratched behind her ears. he could even see her tail starting to wag out of the corner of his eye.

poor thing. he thought sadly. is this really all it takes?

"you were just scared, weren't you?" he said. "scared i was gonna hurt you..." he couldn't even entertain the thought. "well, everything's okay. i'm not gonna hurt you, see?"

to his shock, she stepped closer again, and curled up in his lap, looking up at him with and eye full of pleas for more pets. he couldn't help but laugh to himself as he obliged.

"so," the volunteer from earlier said, nearly sending rayan jumping out of his skin - he'd forgotten they were there! "think you've found a keeper?" they gave him a knowing smile.

he looked down at the pet curled up in his lap, feeling the joy of finally achieving his dream once again.

he beamed as brightly as he could. "i- yeah! i think i did!"

#hiiii. lol #rayan is a lot harder to write than i thought #i feel like he's much better w/ handling pets than people. especially pets like nana who can't speak themselves #talking to her kinda is like talking to an animal tbh. except the animal does fully understand everything you say and you are aware of this #idk. she's pupy. so he gets to act more put together than he actually is bc she won't know the difference or really care tbh #nana has very simple wants. like 'master who does not cause me grievous bodily harm' #she dgaf abt how socially apt he is #also yes she is literally pupy. that's really the only thing from my pet verse that carried over lmfao #damn i've been sitting here YAPPING i should shut up lmfao #mine

[kafka-ohdear]

alright watching edits and reading fanfics are cool but who wants to analyze random shits from the show with me.

#like imagine #i can spend average 10 hours a day yapping about some random details and thoughts about the show #specifically ww2 shows #help #band of brothers #hbo war #masters of the air #mota #the pacific #generation kill

[carnevol]

John ‘Mouthy’ Egan in every episode | Masters Of The Air part 2

Part 1

#callum turner #john egan #austin butler #gale cleven #barry keoghan #curtis biddick #masters of the air #much more yapping in part 2 #not that it’s a bad I could listen to him forever #mota #motaedit #mouthy egan

[johnslittlespoon]

it's officially been two whole months since the end :(( i miss them so so bad </3

#the first week with no episode genuinely felt so off and empty #i miss everyone collectively yapping and live posting and getting excited for mota night every week </3 #i still hold out hope every day for a proper behind the scenes or bloopers or extended content or literally anything #anyway. this stupid show will always have my heart i think #masters of the air #buckbucky #clegan #johnslittlespoon yaps

[latibvles]

friends.

more OCs? more OCs. anyways hi there, plucking from the HBO WWII Rewatch Prompt list — I figured it’d be fun to use it to throw more OCs at the wall and gesture like a crazy woman introduce characters who have been hiding in my docs! Yay lady-pilots and women in the military. Anyways here’s Viv, here’s Willie, and here’s me capitalizing on one of the 100th’s Training Stories that is deeply amusing to ME. if you remember reading this little number — it's the same crew! :) hope you like it

—

“Heard some of them ended up in Vegas.”

“Vegas? No shit.”

“Mhm, word up the ladder is it’s not looking too good for the Colonel.”

There’s a vacancy in the Officer’s Club tonight that was hard not to notice. Not many had made it to their destination — save for the three all-women ones, talking in their hushed whispers, as though recognizing the obvious would get the wings snatched from their uniforms. There wasn’t much time to celebrate a practice exercise well-flown, even if they’d earned it. Even if they were expected to fail and yet were the only demographic of the 100th to pass with flying colors. 

It was a bad look. Most of the 100th was at present spread across the Western U.S, over half of them entirely missing the airfield meant to be their target. Which, if you asked Vivian, was just telling of how many of the men were able to get comfortable quickly — a luxury that she and her crew didn’t have.

Ah, but no one’s asking you much of anything these days, are they, Viv?

Her gaze lifts up towards the approaching figure, fingers curled around two bear bottles. Willie’s expression gives about as much away as it typically does; which is to say, it gives away nothing at all, lips pressed into their neutral state of a tight line, brows furrowed as she sets one bottle on the table and slides it towards her.

“Here I thought you were standing me up,” Viv offers, which gets Willie to crack — just enough that she’s exhaling sharply through the nose and rolling her eyes with subtle affection.

“Right, cause you’ve been stood up,” Willie fires back as Vivian takes the beer bottle from her. “Fat chance, Savorre.”

“I do love when you sweet talk me,” Vivian coos, to which Willie rolls her eyes once more as she surveys the space, taking a seat on the opposing side of the table.

If you’d asked Vivian a long while ago, she’d swear up and down that Wilhelmina Neumann did not like her — for some inexplicable reason. To which the other women in their bunkhouse would attest to something similar. Her black-haired companion always had that very slight frown to her lips, that furrowed brow that suggested she was either disapproving of something or deep in thought. That, and she didn’t talk much. Nowadays, Vivian was more than proud to boast about her multiple successes in making Willie laugh. Willie, not Wilhelmina, because according to the woman herself, it was just “too many syllables.”

She, like the rest of their crew, knew that when Willie had something to say, it’d be in their benefit to listen.

“Any word on Alkire?” Vivian asks, curiously. Willie shakes her head.

“Heard he ended up in Vegas.” Vivian snorts, then fixes Willie with a look, trying to discern if this was one of Willie’s deadpan remarks as opposed to a serious observation.

“You’re kidding.”

“Wish I was. I think another plane ended up in Tennessee,” Willie looks towards the door, her brows furrowed. “How many of them are losing their wings, do you think?” Irritation creeps into her tone and Vivian doesn’t blame her. Thirty women, three crews, all sitting uncomfortably as their CO says in so many words what it meant for them, specifically, to fail. There was already the doubt in the air that they’d actually see combat, that they’d be doing much of anything besides practice flights over the states. If they weren’t already aware of the uncertainty of their situation — their CO had a specific fascination with reminding them that at any moment this could all get shut down and they’d be sent packing.

“It’s not gonna be us, that’s all I care about,” Vivian shrugs, candid. “Put us in the lead and I bet everyone and their mother would’ve made it to California.”

“Would’ve made it all the way to Hitler’s house.”

“Careful Willie, you’re turning optimistic on me,” At that, Willie smiles, hidden behind the neck of her beer bottle, shoulders shaking in a small laugh as she shakes her head. Rarely did they ever talk like this, rarely were they ever allotted the space to do so. It had to be confined to the walls of their fort — girls whispering secret praises for doing things that the boys did. God forbid they were anything but gracious for the opportunity given to them.

They could embrace these few hours of smugness before reality would sink back in and sour it. Although, after this, Vivian wasn’t sure if she planned on being quiet and humble immediately thereafter. Let them be embarrassed. No sweat off my back. Willie just barely knocks Vivian’s ankle with her foot, then shrugs.

“Is it really optimism? How’re they gonna find England if they can’t find California?” The question hangs heavy in the air, but something about Willie’s face, the way she avoids Vivian’s gaze, has Vivian’s mouth curling into a grin. She’s leaning over the table slightly.

“You know something.” Willie’s brows furrow.

“I do not.”

“Yeah you do. It’s all over your face. Oughta wash it sometime soon.”

“You’re not funny,” Willie narrows her eyes and Vivian’s grin becomes wider. They hold each other’s stare for a few long, silent, seconds, and then Willie looks away once more, sighing in a quiet, bewildered surrender. “Eckley says that Crosby gets pretty bad motion sickness so I’m just thinking about… things like that. Little things. How many crews actually messed up ‘cause of small things or stuff they can’t help,” she shrugs, looking down at the table. “It just…it could’ve been us, y’know? In Vegas.”

“Think we could sort it out before it becomes a problem in the air,” Vivian assures, “if not me or you, then one of the eight other people with us. You better not be getting cold feet on me now,” Trying to weave her reassurance neatly with the joke seems to work, if only a little bit. Willie scoffs and knocks Vivian’s ankle with her foot once again.

“Takes two to fly to Hitler’s house.”

“Exactly,” Vivian affirms with a nod, tilting the neck of the beer bottle towards Willie, who looks at it questioningly. “Call me a bad teammate but I’m gonna enjoy this tonight. Let them figure out what they’re gonna do with their guys who can’t find California. ‘Cause it’s not gonna be our crew and it’s not gonna be us.” Willie nods, clinking the neck of her beer with Vivian’s and then taking a drink.

“Now who’s turning optimistic?”

“Well I’m always optimistic. You’re the one switching things up.” Willie opens her mouth to fire back, but the door opens and her gaze falls on whoever just walked in.

“Why is it so quiet? Someone put on a record — you guys got Goodman?” Willie looks back at Vivian with a wholly bewildered expression — and mouths one phrase as the Officer’s Club seems to fall back into the bustling behavior it was so accustomed to: Guess Egan made it.

#I just think they're neat #paging George bc I was yapping about them to them #ch: vivian savorre #ch: willie neumann #*poet writes #masters of the air fic #masters of the air of #mota oc #mota fic