#didn't make any of the pilot programs but he joined the army and was put to use

[nonsupe-a]

thinking about shiloh outside of the boys verse is still kind of sad because he still doesn’t know how to stop or rest.      he doesn’t give himself a break.

[pixthefuckup]

Sometimes I have the coolest dreams about certain shows and I get exceptionally pissed off when the shows don't exist in real life.

Like I had this whole ass dream where there's a epic teen superhero show centered around this Southeast Asian female superhero who I'm pretty sure was Thai-American because her civilian first name is Mali... and i'm also super Thai so there's that. She's got a disability (maybe two?? look my dreams get vague at times) that I'm not exactly sure what the exact name of it was but all I remember is she had the tendency to get light headed/slightly nauseous, she had really painful migraines at times, and it was hard for her to walk without pain shooting through her legs and lower back so she had a wheelchair. She had the ability to amplify the sounds that she creates so she's busy playing fucking Chopin and Debussy on her violin and watch villains flying like a whole kilometer backwards from the tremors it's causing. Anyways, this is like maybe the first season finale of the show when a giant apocalypse of some kind of aliens comes in and tries to get New York under their command. Mali was so badass that she got the whole city ready to fight for her just by being a hero and in her words, 'doing good deeds just like Mom always says to do'. She commands the battle ON A FUCKING SCHOOL BUS. THAT'S RIGHT, SHE'S JUST CASUALLY SITTING IN HER WHEELCHAIR ON TOP OF A DAMN SCHOOL BUS READY TO PLAY HER MUSIC AND BEAT ALIENS UP. SHE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE ANY FUCKING SHEET MUSIC, SHE HAD THIS STUFF MEMORIZED DOWN TO THE SECOND.

Her companions were also like super fucking epic.

Her girlfriend Olivia Abernathy (THAT'S RIGHT SHE'S A WLW SUPER!!!) is a genius and I loved every bit of her personality and her appearance. She had the most beautiful hair, it was these brown and blonde braids mixed together with curls at the end. She shined like she was a goddess and walked like one too. Literally her very first words I heard from her in the dream was, "There is no way you're walking towards that army without me." and I instantly fell in love. She's a Brooklyn Tech kid (for those not in NYC, it's an large advanced high school that you can only get through by gaining an school expected score on an elite test called the Specialized High Schools Admissions Test that can only be taken in NYC. the test is a requirement for 7 other schools. it has its very own prep programs here as well!) and helped turn it into a shelter along with her fellow students. She also led an entire team into the workshop to do their best to get together a Ironman inspired suit painted teal and black. She may not have had pulsers but she had improvised flamethrowers, powered by her best friends' hairspray, which were crazy cool (the girly girls and nerdy boys working on the suits were such badasses, i loved all of them and how they collaborated on the suits with utmost seriousness and were always on the same page). They kissed each other before walking into battle and I was internally squealing while spectating this. By the way, if you're wondering why I used plural for companions and if I'm going to talk about who was driving the bus, may i direct you to Olivia's badass grand-uncle, Joe Abernathy.

Joe was a pilot of a fighter jet in a certain war (not exactly sure which one, like i said, my dreams get vague) and once it was finished, he struggled to get veteran benefits for most of his life and had to rely on his family a lot. He became a bus driver and met Mali during one of her fights as she just barely managed to land on the bus when someone tossed her in her wheelchair out a window. He was the steadiest driver she ever met, making sure she was still on the bus and even helping her down and grabbing her wheelchair afterwards. When she joined a superhero organization that was still scouting for certain members, she put his name down as someone to look into. There's a bit of a blurry montage when he joins and gets his bus modified and his salary of way more money than he's even seen in his life but either way, it finishes with him getting his bus turned into this whole new high-tech thing where it's almost exactly like his old jet but even better. He even has this cool armor and movable seat and screen depending on which part of the bus people would tear into or attack that he would have to move away from.

They looked so cool with their civilian and law enforcement army. And the dream ends at the coolest part too! Joe goes to raise his chair and check on Mali through what was originally the emergency exit on the ceiling. He asks, "You ready, kid?"

"Born ready."

And they rush into battle just like that.

The minute I woke up, I was searching to see if there was some show I had watched or something I had read. No show or anime. No manga or comic. Nada. It was just a dream that came from a song.

I'm still pissed.

(tbh i do have some more dreams i could rant about like this)

[mercurygray]

I'm still spinning some plates with this TGM 1940s AU.

(An unwelcome but necessary reminder that segregation was official American armed forces policy until 1948, and it wasn't completely eliminated in practice until 1952.)

As was becoming the usual, trouble had found them. All they'd done was walk into the bar - all twelve of them, gussied up for a night out and ready to do the navy proud.

"Don't serve them here," the barkeep said, casting a disdainful eye over Fitch and Machado, his scorn heaviest for the men but none too kind on the women, either, who must be some kind of loose moraled types to walk into a bar with a group of men they clearly weren't related to.

Bradshaw looked around the room, the other soldiers at the bar and a few of the sailors in their chairs, and ran the odds on whether they'd win or lose whatever fight might be coming next. They could take 'em - Bradshaw himself had at least a foot on half the guys in this place and the others aren't far behind him. The room was deadly still. "Guess we'd better take our business elsewhere, then," he said, slow and calm, making eye contact with the rest of the aviators. "Afraid our money's no good here, boys."

Seresin looked like he'd like to spit nails being denied his beer, but a team was a team, and a line was a line, and the girls looked to be following Bradley anyway, so - out they went, scuffling their shoes in the parking lot.

So much for Friday night plans. "Who needs it, anyway?" Bradshaw said, trying to recover, smiling at Reuben and Javi. Everyone had worked hard this week, and a beer would have been nice. It wasn't their fault they were stationed where they were. "Go find our own fun somewhere else."

"There's a liquor store in town," Bob suggested, his hands in his pockets. "Someone could take some money and buy us a case or two." All eyes turned to him - Bob never drank, never, and for him to know where they could buy liquor? It was just this side of absurd. "Go to the beach?"

"Robert Floyd," Jake Seresin said with a grin, looping an army around his shoulders, "you're a damn genius."

The beach was nice, for the time of year, and Shore Patrol didn't seem to want to tangle with them, especially in such a big group.

"It's smart, what he did back there," Natasha said, sitting in the sand with Bob close to the fire they'd started with some driftwood. Someone somewhere had found a football, and they were tossing it around, shoes and socks thrown in a pile and pants rolled to their knees. "That's what'll get him made team leader. Seresin would have started a fight."

"Just so he could look good for Laura," Bob added dryly, taking a sip of his Coca-Cola. Natasha laughed.

"You don't miss much, do you, Iowa?" she asked, grinning at him in the dark. But Bob wasn't laughing. "And you're right. It'll be a cold day in hell when Laura gives him the time of day." She scratched at the label on her beer bottle, not really caring that it wasn't ladylike to drink straight from a bottle. "Any other brilliant observations to share on your fellow pilots?"

"I know you're wasted as a backseater," he said, looking out to the ocean for a moment. Natasha put her bottle down, stunned that he'd really just...said that. "You're a better pilot and a better hand at the stick. Ought to be me in the backseat with that machine gun." He nodded, almost to himself. "And I'm going to tell Maverick that, next chance I get."

Natasha was still staring. "You'd fly backseat with a girl?"

"With a better pilot," Bob corrected, meeting her eye with sincere admiration.

She sniffed, trying not to sound emotional, like this wasn't everything she'd wished for since she'd joined the program. "You're all right, Bob Floyd."

Bob smiled at that, and took another sip of his cola, and the two of them sat watching the fire, and the figures beyond it laughing and running in the dark.

Natasha gives Bob the moniker Iowa in this drabble here; you can read more of the 1940s TGM au at the tag on my blog.