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JAMES MURRAY as NEIL "CHICK" HARDING in MASTERS OF THE AIR (2024)

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ruckie for @roberttingle

couldnt decide which one was funnier so uh have both! it sort of tells a story if u think abt it

requests on my kofi

og meme

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It's dark and wet, thick clouds blocking out the stars. All around them the night is quiet, the only sound coming from the gentle drip of rain off the eaves of long-closed businesses. It's all too easy to straighten up a bit, take a long, deep drag, and wrap his fingers around the top of Crank's throat, his chin resting nicely over the top of his hand. Crank's hand slips off his shoulder, and he feels his pulse jack-rabbiting under his fingertips; he squeezes lightly, hears Crank inhale sharply, and waits for the exhale. It doesn't come. He flicks his eyes up to Crank's face, and the glassy fear shining there shocks him. He loses control of his diaphragm, the smoke coming up and out wrong, burning his nostrils. He coughs hard and abruptly into the scant space between them, his hand retreating with his breath. "Gee, thanks," Crank says, flat and sardonic. "I didn't mean to do that," he croaks, uncertainty ringing through the slur of his words.

Sure, sure, I'll answer it. Gonna censor the other character's name into non-descriptive and now slightly confusing "he/him/his"'s now tho

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gives you a badjob. a weirdjob. doing some unusual shit to your penis.

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runner showing up on the hospital ship and softly announcing his presence to leckie with an inside joke is crazy romantic can we please get into it....

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from branden cook's instagram

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the definition of dapper

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Apparently Nelly was excelling at school and was already looking for work for after she graduated. Annie had doodled a butterfly in one corner that his eyes kept going back to. “Maybe…” Bucky drawled, carrying on his lap of the room like he was really looking for a book. It might have been the monotony of the last months catching up to him, but Crank just watched Bucky keep up the charade a little longer, until they were on the same side of the room. If nothing else, it gave him a good chance to look Bucky up and down a bunch, for a variety of reasons. They had all lost weight, but Crank was glad Bucky somehow still managed to look somewhat solid, sturdy, though how much was just his personality filling in for fat and muscle he didn't know. His hair was growing out too. There was no pomade here, so it was curling wild and loose over his ears and over his forehead. On his chin and jaw, too, in thick, dark, stubble. Razors were so hard to come by, and their time for shaving so limited, that it was becoming more and more of a luxury to be smooth-cheeked. With the especially dark line of his mustache it suited Bucky painfully well.

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🚬 🚬 ���� I love my freaks #myfreaks

TW under the cut for Braddock-typical suicidal imagery

“Here,” came the voice from before, by his ear. Presumably it was attached to the arm around his chest. “Bit banged up, like.” That could only be Whittaker’s Geordie burr. Harry grasped at the forearm over his chest almost without thinking. Whittaker was right, Harry’s glasses were scratched and cracked, but they were in one piece, and that was enough for Harry to shake them off and slide them onto his face. It sharpened the world enough that he could recognise Seekings and Kershaw as the men above him now. Both looked worse for wear, but nothing immediately serious. No tell tale fatal wounds that marked them as apparitions. When he had been drowning in the Leith, Harry had seen Amias under the water with him. He had swum around him like an otter, mouth open in laughter but with no air escaping. Blood had streamed from his arms, though, thick ribbons stretching in the water, enveloping them both as Harry had reached and reached and reached for him. This was nothing like that, and Harry had to finally admit that he seemed to have survived against the odds yet again.

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✈️✈️✈️ please :))

“Bucky…” he started lowly, unsure of what to say but wanting to offer some kind of comfort. “You ever been in the waist of one of these? Properly, I mean?” Bucky interrupted. He was talking just a little too loud, like he knew where Crank was going and needed him to stop. Crank took the hint. “Well, Garrison and Johnson are in there usually, so not really. Why?” Bucky shrugged. “Just a thought I was havin’. C’mon.” He twisted out of the pilot's seat and disappeared down into the nose. Crank took a second to shake his head before following him down.

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i gotchu <3

Jock was supposed to be safe. After…everything, after they'd been caught and Jock had been dragged away, Laurie had gone down on his knees in front of his furious father. "I'll bond with Gaius. I'll do anything. Please don't kill him." And his father had eventually promised, even after a beating that had left Laurie sore and unsteady on his feet as he'd walked towards Gaius for the bonding ceremony. Every minute since then had been a nightmare, but it had been worth it, because Jock was alive.

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f1 au x clara bow (aka the most self-indulgent webweave ever)

shoutout to @corrosivesaints for yapping with me about our lil guys and just generally being awesome; i hope you enjoy this as much as i did making it <3

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Give us a fucking lie-in, will ya?

SAS: Rogue Heroes 2.6

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🐕🐄🐎 ooh can I please ask about the Alll creatures great and small crossover please 🥺

YOU ABSOLUTELY MAY.

Basically my SASRH OC, Harry Braddock, is from not too far from the Yorkshire Dales, and his dad's a vet, so that combined with me bingewatching all of the latest version of ACGAS I started going 'hee hoo what if Harry's dad knew Siegfried Farnon' and then it just sort of spiralled. So now I have a wip of Harry visiting Skeldale during the war from James' POV as he meets him for the first time. It's a bit of a tone shift for both shows, especially considering Harry's story 😅

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ohhhh luca my darling. having the worst time yet again

As Luca tried to swallow, the dryness in her throat almost making her gag, the sharp, metallic taste upon her tongue became all the more apparent. A wave of guilt washed over her as she glanced to where Greville-Bell sat beside her, the indents of her teeth still visible across the back of his hand as he gripped the wheel, skin scabbing over where she had pierced flesh. "I'm sorry," She croaked. He did not tear his eyes from the road ahead, simply reaching for his flask and passing it to her. The water was warm and stale in the heat, but she choked it down gratefully nonetheless. When he spoke, his voice came far gentler than she'd ever expected. "That's alright."

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I don’t know how to send the emojis but can I have the plane please Crank/Bucky desert sex. Thank you ☺️

Of course <3 I'll fork over a chunk with some additional Crank Lore

In his hand, the silver of his flask caught what little light there was. Bucky held it out to Crank, who accepted. It was unsurprisingly light. He must have been up for a while. Crank took an impolitely large mouthful - Four Roses whiskey, Bucky’s favorite - and told himself he was doing Bucky’s liver a favor.

“You leave something up here?” Bucky asked as he took the flask back. “No, just…” Crank struggled for a suitable explanation, a way to put into words his restlessness and insomnia and the way he had gravitated to the fort for comfort like a rabbit to a warren. It didn’t come, and he shrugged and sank further into the seat. Through the glass of the windshield were the gradients of darkness that denoted sand and sky, broken by the silhouettes of other planes and the odd flicker of a distant fire. Starlight lit the night in a way Crank had rarely seen, clear and bright, the constellations scattered differently than the ones he remembered from home. He thought he might have known them vaguely as a kid, but it was doing night maneuvers in the National Guard that he’d learnt them and they’d stuck.  Maybe that had more to do with Lester, his sergeant, teaching them to him. Lester had been a veteran of the Great War, older and wiser and handsome in a distinguished way. He had recognized something in Crank that he had been trying to push down for a long time, and it had been Lester who had brought it roaring to the forefront, inescapable and terrifying and entirely worth the guilt and risk of finally acting on it. When Crank got the go ahead to study for pilot training, Lester had fucked him stupid in a motel outside of Medford and given him a damn military ring as a sendoff. He still wore it, had it safely tucked into an inner pocket of his jacket when he flew.

“Penny for ‘em?” Crank broke out of his thoughts to look at Bucky, who was watching him with a small, rueful, smile. The flask was extended again, and Crank took another swig, glad the way his face had gotten warm with memory probably couldn’t be seen. It wasn’t like Bucky didn’t know - he had seemed to know the second he had seen Crank, if he was to be believed - but they hadn’t really talked about their histories, and Crank didn’t want to start tonight.