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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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Just MOTA boys (mostly Croz and Bucky, my lil yappers) with some of my favorite tweets.

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MASTERS OF THE AIR — insp. x and x

An Irish Airman Foresees His Death, W.B. Yeats // Deluge, Leila Chatti // The Torn Up Road, Richard Siken // On the Rainy River, Tim O'Brien // Late Poems, Margaret Atwood // Love Letters, Victoria Chang // Since You Ask, Carl Phillips // Pompeii, Bastille // How to Drown a Boy, J. Bruce Fuller // [journal entry], Henry David Thoreau // Flower Bomb, Vuong Quoc Vu // it was you, Salma Deera // War and Remembrance, Herman Wouk

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Buck: When have i ever been possessive of Bucky?

Kidd: Seriously?

Curt: Do you want one of our lists?

Buck: There is no way you have lists!

Crosby: Mine is alphabetized.

Rosie: Mine is timestamped.

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YES PLEASE

beloved mutuals have gently fed me from the palm of their hands too much i might actually need to do a serious interest check for a mota rp server 🤔🤔

(but like . no minors. srry this isn’t for you )

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Ronald Speirs + Smiles

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Lewis Nixon & Ronald Speirs BAND OF BROTHERS | Pt. 10: Points

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Rosie Rosenthal & Music (gifset with real Rosie here)

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"You've never flown in a plane before?" "Never. I took a boat over here in '43 and then, well, I never had a reason to fly."

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MASTERS OF THE AIR PART ONE / PART NINE

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Who was the guy in the last episode who was saying how he told his girl “hope you painted the ceiling your favorite color because that’s all you’re gonna be seeing for a while” because that cracks me up every single time.

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ANTHONY BOYLE as HARRY CROSBY in MASTERS OF THE AIR (2024), part nine

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Callum Turner & Austin Butler in Masters of The Air (2024—)

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BAND OF BROTHERS - 2001 BASTOGNE

“Roe was the best medic we ever had. You hollered, 'Medic!" he was right there come hell or high water" ― William Guarnere, Brothers In Battle, Best of Friends

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