#john egan

[carnevol]

#callum turner #joe rantz #the boys in the boat #john egan #masters of the air #I wonder if he knows the effect those big thighs have on us #😍

[sluttyhenley]

When this weather gets better, what do you say if, you and I, we made our move?

MASTERS OF THE AIR Part Seven ✦ Part Nine

#motaedit #mota #masters of the air #gale cleven #john egan #austin butler #callum turner #tvedit #tvgifs #hbowardaily #perioddramaedit #perioddramagifs #appletvgifs #userbells #simizone #violaobanion #ronsparky #userstaud #olympain #* #bucky's devotion makes me ill actually

[basilone]

#mota #masters of the air #motaedit #mastersoftheairedit #gale cleven #john egan #basilcreations #twobucksedit #they're mirroring each other's movements ffs

[camelotcam]

Go Buck!

#fanart #mota #gale cleven #john egan

[britbrocedes]

In another life?

I don’t think so.

#mota #clegan #buck x bucky #john egan #gale cleven #mota au #no but what if #I want to read them in hp universe so bad #buck cleven #bucky egan

[lonesomecupid]

#i live for the last one #the amount of time he just bothers and taunts people just because be feels like it #iconic #he has clown blood fr #major john egan #john egan #john bucky egan #major john bucky egan #bucky egan #callum turner #mota #mota spoilers #masters of the air #mota memes #YALL I HAVE A PAULINA ONE #AND A CLEGAN #IDK WHICH ONE IS COMING NEXT #bye bye and kisses

[tetragonia]

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.

#masters of the air #bucky egan #buck cleven #harry crosby #rosie rosenthal #john egan #gale cleven #robert rosenthal #john bucky egan #gale buck cleven #robert rosie rosenthal #callum turner #austin butler #anthony boyle #nate mann #aesthetic #masters of the air bucky #masters of the air buck #masters of the air crosby #masters of the air rosie #mota #mota aesthetic #masters of the air aesthetics #apple tv #tetrapost mota #as aesthetics

[saturnville]

HEYY GIRLL!!

I’m so sorry to ask for another story but I would appreciate it if you could do another John Egan x female reader one.

can you do one where they have a very deep and sad conversation. John is shutting his wife out and she like begs him to let her love him and all that. If you can, can you make it slightly steamy towards the end.

thank you so much queen.

2 much, major john egan

pairing: major john egan x she (female reader) content: in which it became too much. warning: angst. author's note: thanks for your patience, love. I tried different variations to incorporate steam, but it just didn't turn out right, so I hope you don't mind it too much. I can try something steamier in the future. tags: @neeville @turn-thy-paige @ihe4rtisa @ineedafictionalman @lovebyceleste @alliewassobonum

“John, open this door! Open the door!” 

Her small fist against the door was a snaredrum in his head. Oh, God, he couldn’t stand it. The noice was too much, being home was too much. Too much yet so little. 

He was used to the chaos. The screams of horror, the booming voice of bombs as they seared through the sky and penetrated through bricks walls and concrete floors. The bodies that lay bloody and bruised. Unmoving eyes with tears that dropped tears, one, two, three, until there were no more to produce. 

Being home was too much. The silence, save for the soft hums that came from her as she tidied up their home or made his favorite meal. The warmth of the bedsheets and the comfort it provided. The smell of fresh grass, the feeling of a warm breeze against his face, the laughter of the children who lived on the street. It was so unfamiliar, so uncomfortable that it drove him mad. 

So, he cracked. He abruptly rose from the dining table, slammed his utensils so hard against the plate that it shattered, and darted to their bedroom. She followed after him like an eagle after its prey, but she too was devoured. The door closed and the lock clicked swiftly. 

“John, please…” 

She sat outside the door for hours, begging him to open it. She’d heard the commotion from the other side of the door and her heart lurched. The heavy breathing, the incoherent mumbles and word jumble, then the sobs that had him leaned against the door in exhaustion. 

“I’m tired…” he finally said after some time. She could hardly hear him. “I can’t take it.” 

His lover placed her hand on the door and positioned herself on her knees. “I’ll take it, then. Let me take it from you, John, please…I will take it from you for as long as you need. Just open the door, my love.” Her tone dripped with desperation. How did it get to this point? 

Her body was sore from the amount of time she spent on the floor. Then, she heard it creak open. It didn’t open wide, just enough for her to see his hand slither between the crack. She reached out to grab his hand, which squeezed hers gently. She fought the urge to break down in tears. 

This wasn’t a man she knew. The man she knew left for battle months prior and came back a different person. But she swore that she’d love every part of him. And that was a promise she was bound to keep.

#saturnville #original writing #masters of the air #original content #mota #major john egan x reader #major john egan x black reader #major john egan x black!reader #major john egan #john egan x reader #john egan #masters of the air fic #mota fic #mota fanfic

[multifandomshark]

What is your favorite memory from shooting Masters of the Air?

Callum: What’s your favorite memory?

Austin: Ah…anyone including you.

Callum: awww

#callum turner #austin butler #mota #john egan #gale cleven

[morriganravenclaw]

Give me jealous gale cleven watching from afar as bucky dances with woman and even though he knows bucky loves him , he can't help but be jealous because that's should be him in her place .

Give me jealous gale cleven that as soon as their door closes or they are somewhere private , won't stop touching bucky , kissing him on the lips , pulling his as close as possible that they might as well be one person, because he needs the reassurance that bucky is his .

#buck x bucky #clegan #john egan #gale cleven

[sleepy-hyperfixations]

Buck, coming out of anesthesia: My Husband will be mad if you keep touching me like that.

Bucky, softly running his fingers through Buck's hair: I am your husband.

Buck's heart rate monitor: 💥💥💥

Curt, recording in the corner: Blackmail.

#masters of the air #mota #buck x bucky #clegan #buckbucky #incorrect mota quotes #curt biddick #john egan #gale cleven

[carnevol]

Masters Of The Air

Part 1 | Part 4 | Part 9

for @hogans-heroes

#austin butler #callum turner #gale cleven #john egan #masters of the air #mota #interesting parallel about existence

[jenning-fcb]

#masters of the air #mota #buck cleven #bucky egan #gale cleven #john egan #clegan #buck x bucky

[anavilante]

“My Dear, the problem is that you love him so much

that you would allow him to drag you all the way to Hell

if it meant you could hold his hand on the way down.“

#eganven #clegan #john egan #gale cleven #callum turner #austin butler #mota #masters of the air #to be clear #it's not unrequited love #it's just how much John loved him

[swifty-fox]

“Do you hate him?”

“I hate mosquitos and sweet coffee, John. I hate the smell of turnips and I hate the feeling of ice in my hair. I hate your fucking sheepskin jacket.” John laughs hoarsely and Gale manages the faintest of smiles. “But my father? I love my Father. And I never want to see him again.”

-

Chapter five is out. We get some hand-holding and some fun conversations about Gale's dad

#swiftywrites #kingdom for a kiss #buck x bucky #clegan #john egan #gale cleven #buck cleven #bucky egan

[avonne-writes]

I’m curious why some people see Gale as this big intimidating guy. Like a scary biker or a macho bodyguard? To me he’s got this vulnerable aura around him, his delicate features (even his hands!) make him look like an angel, like that scene with the horse? Like your fallen angel au! He might seem closed off and aloof but that’s only because he’s trying to protect himself since no one else did that for him. Not to mention the size difference between him and Bucky makes me feel like John would be the tough protective figure between them, look at the size of John’s shoulders! Gale would be protective too but not in a I’ma smash some skulls way or people gonna see me and be scared way lol

I think there's space for a lot of interpretations, and it's always interesting to try to put a character into the actor's other roles, so I don’t think it's strange. A well-written AU probably has a nuanced character, so it's most likely explained why he appears this or that way or why he went into a tough profession. Plus Gale also has his own fire, albeit buried deep inside - look at him snapping at his copilot in ep 3.

But I know what you mean by vulnerable aura! I think it’s because we get to see him from John's perspective. Although not skull-smashing, but he might be intimidating from other people’s perspective. Take ep 3 again for example, he’s quite tough and maintains an air of calm and confidence in front of his crew, but once they're gone and it’s just John, Gale lets his walls drop and the vulnerability shine through. The same with the train scene in the last episode. He reassures Solly and acts like a leader figure, but towards John, he’s soft and allows his hurt and sadness to show.

You can practically see him switch:

And yes, it’s because he feels safe and loved when he's with John ❤️ He knows that John will always have his back. I agree that John is a protective figure, and it's true that his size makes him appear more intimidating. Yes, probably he would be the more loudly and obviously protective between them, but Gale has his own ways too.

#mota #buck x bucky #gale cleven #john egan #clegan #anon #interesting question!