#harold huglin

[meyerlansky]

#hboww2rewatch timestamp roulette: MASTERS OF THE AIR, PART ONE ↳ you've been up. two missions. you didn't tell me it was like that.

[carnevol]

[rossmccallsqueen]

Masters of the Air Asks!

I haven’t seen one of these yet so imma see if anyone likes them.

What is your favorite episode?

What is your least favorite episode?

If you read the book, how did you feel about the timeline of the show versus how it was explained in the book?

Buck or Bucky?

Which episode wrecked you the most emotionally?

Which characters death hit you the hardest?

Do you have a favorite MotA fic? If so, can you link it?

Who was your favorite pair in the show?

Aside from Buck and Bucky, who is your favorite friend pair on the show?

This is the first of the war fandom shows to be streaming service specific (I believe) on AppleTV. Did you watch each week? Did you wait until it all aired and watched at once? Did you share with a friend?

Which actor was most suited for their role in the show?

Is there a part of the show you usually skipped?

How many times have you watched the show so far? If so, how many?

Rank your order of the war shows (Pacific, BoB, GK, MotA)

Do you have a comfort character?

If you had kids (pets or otherwise), who would you let babysit? Who would you never let babysit?

Which character did you feel deserved more screen time?

Who is the most underrated character?

Do you have a favorite quote from the show? If so, what is it?

Who do you want to be your best friend?

Which storyline did you enjoy the most?

Do you think they covered enough in the amount of episodes, or should there have been more?

Who would you not let date your friend/sibling/etc?

If you could have a show about one of the characters after the war, who would it be?

Which MotA character would you want to meet in person? Either the actor, or real life person.

Rate the show 1-5 stars, and tell us why!

If there was anything you wish could have been included, what would it be?

This show wasn’t produced or made in partner with HBO. Do you feel there was a difference in production? If so, did it make it better or worse?

If I missed anything, let me know! Thank you @itstheheebiejeebies for the encouragement and help always ❤️

[alienoresimagines]

Huglin: Egan, were you this much trouble back in the States? Bucky: Oh, much more.

[onelungmcclung]

[textmastersoftheair]

[alouiadina]

I would love it if people sent me asks, but I only have four followers, and what make up most of the notes on posts are likes. Likes are nice, but I would also like to hear peoples thoughts, even if I'm not that popular of a person/blog on here (which is something that I shouldn't want, especially on this app, but I do bc I seek validation)

Anyway, what I really came on here to say is that for my Clegan Haunting of Bly Manor au, I'm almost certainly changing the Quint/Jessel storyline into Curt/Ken. I might change the personality of quint to fit Curt, but I have read fan fictions where Curt is a bit of a dick (though he was only to protect Bucky, so idk). For the Viola/Perdita/Arthur stuff I might just leave as Viola/Perdita/Arthur. I wanted to change it to characters from MotA bc I wanted to keep the characters POV as characters from Mota, or at least POV of characters not in The Haunting of Bly Manor.

Also, I might switch out Huglin with Harding, have his business partner be his sister, and have his sister be married to Jack Kidd. Mostly, so I can have less OC's and add more gay to the story.

[mercurygray]

I'm still trying to figure out whatever Cord and Bucky's deal is, and @basilone suggested a slightly different perspective on the scene.

May, 1943. First impressions, as they say, are everything, and Harold Huglin is not impressed.

--

His mouth still tasted like chalk.

Colonel Huglin breathed in deeply through his nose and tried not to notice the aftertaste. It was nearly lunchtime, and he was simultaneously hungry enough to eat a horse and not in the mood to eat anything at all. His doctor had him on the most bland diet known to man, for the sake of the ulcer, but the milk and calcium carbonate he was also being prescribed wasn’t doing anything to help his appetite. He’d been managing pretty well for the last few days on dry toast and stewed vegetables, but it was May in England, and the chill of springtime was still hanging around the crabapple trees and absolutely cutting through his overcoat.

“It would appear our new Air Executive is late,” he said, testily, glancing out over the field for some sign, any sign, that Egan had remembered that they had a meeting scheduled this morning with the RAF, in advance of the official hand-over of the station.

“Would you like to go inside, sir?” Callaway looked worried about him, even though she herself was in even worse shape than him, out in her service skirt and stockings. “It’s still a little cold out here.”

She said it as an observation, not a complaint, or a request for special treatment. She hadn’t complained once, since they’d arrived - not on the drive over, even though the Jeep was open to the air, and not in the twenty minutes they’d been waiting in the wind. Huglin admired that, even if he didn’t have a way to say it. The lieutenant from Ohio was going to do all right, he thought. Captain Brennan had made a good choice to send her to the meeting today. A good head on her shoulders - a clear eyed way of seeing things that would serve her well, in the control tower. She’d shown up for their meeting on time, in perfect order, and even had a pad of paper to take notes. On the safety of that part of the venture he was perfectly sure. Of everything else?

Well, his Air Executive was late. That was about all he needed to know.

“No, thank you, Lieutenant. We should go in together.” A united front, he wanted to say, even though the Brits were their allies, and this was supposed to be the friendliest of friendly meetings. They were here, and making good on Roosevelt’s promises to Churchill to deliver the full force of American air power to the continent, all for the low, low price of several extra airfields in Norfolk and other points south. But Huglin already knew what the British thought of them - four years late to a show that had started in 1939 and had hardly stopped hitting them on the chin since then.

Four years late - and now late to this, too.

John Egan had come with the greatest of references from Kansas - a glowing career that had started well before Pearl Harbor, an officer who’d worked his way up from the bottom, been a valued instructor and a fixture to his unit. So just who the hell was this man who couldn’t show up to a meeting on time?

The familiar whine of an engine came roaring up from the road, and Huglin and Callaway turned to see a single man drive up in a jeep, crusher cap rakish on his head. He threw the shifter into park, turned off the engine, and pulled his rather tall self out of the Jeep, bounding over the still-thawing mud with his greatcoat flapping open as he went. Disorderly uniform, Huglin thought to himself, observing the way he’d already started shaping his hat. Well then.

“Colonel, hello.” The Major had something of the overgrown schoolboy about him that even the carefully cultivated mustache couldn’t hide. “Sorry to keep you waiting - got stuck behind a herd of cows on the road on the way up here.”

“You’re late, Major. I hope you won’t make it a habit.”

“Of course not, sir. Won’t happen again.” He smiled broadly and turned to take a good look at Callaway, his smile changing pitch a little. “Good morning, gorgeous. I don’t think we’ve met. John Egan. My friends call me Bucky.”

Huglin watched Callaway freeze in place, her expression hard to read. Was that embarrassment, or fear? He couldn’t tell - all he felt at the moment was a rising sense of anger. She had a bar on her shoulder and an eagle on her hat the same as his - so why address her like she was nothing more than the secretary? “Major Egan, this is Lieutenant Callaway, one of our flight control officers. She'll be in charge of the first shift, so she'll be sending the group out most mornings. She’ll be inspecting the site with us this morning.”

Callaway found her voice and held out a gloved hand to shake. “I believe protocol says I should address you as Major, sir.” Huglin smiled at that, the appreciation faint but there as he watched Egan’s smile falter a little as she failed to respond to his charm. At least someone around here knows how things ought to be done.

He glanced again at his watch and swallowed, still tasting chalk. “Right. Let’s go in.”

“After you, sir,” he heard Callaway say behind him, as the two of them fell in behind their CO. “Rank first.” Smart girl, Callaway. Keep that one where you can see him.

[mastersoftheair]

harold huglin odds and ends (from nikolai kinski's instagram story)

[mercyedes]

just read your tags on that Harold huglin gifset you reblogged are you mentally ok??

this is the funniest ask i have ever received on either of my accounts

[ncutigatwafans]

Ncuti Gatwa to star in upcoming Apple+ TV Mini Series ‘Masters of the Air’ (Information on the show and his role)

As announced on his Instagram Story yesterday, Ncuti will be appearing in the war drama ‘Masters of the Air’, due to release in 2022 on the Apple+ TV streaming service. 

Ncuti will be playing the role of 2cd Lt. Robert Daniels, and will appear in at least three episodes (out of the nine in the series). This will be Ncuti’s fourth televised role, and second televised speaking role.

Below are some more details on the series:

Short summary: Five miles above the earth and deep behind enemy lines, eleven men inside a bomber known as the "Flying Fortress" fight for their lives against swarms of enemy German fighters. As American bombers are picked off one by one, their mission becomes very clear: survive.

This is the latest instalment to the Band Of Brothers war series.

Cast members: 

Austin Butler (Switched at Birth, Once Upon A Time, Life Unexpected) will be playing Gale Cleven

Anthony Boyle (Ordeal by Innocence, Derry Girls) will be played Major Crosby

Callum Turner (Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald, Emma) will be playing Major John Egan

Raff Law (Twist, Model for Dolce & Gabanna and Timberland) will be playing Sgt. Ken Lemmons

Josh Bolt (Benidorm, Last Tango In Halifax, Catch 22) will be played Lt. Winifred 'Pappy' Lewis

Nate Mann (Little Woman, Ray Donovan) will be played Major Rosie Rosenthal

Louis Greatorex (Catch 22) will be playing Captain Joseph 'Bubbles' Pain

Freddy Carter (Shadow and Bone) will be playing Lt. David Friedskin

Tommy Jessop (Line of Duty) will be in a role yet to be announced

Barry Keoghan (Dunkirk) will be playing Lt. Curtis Biddick

Sam Gittins (The Smoke) will be playing Sgt. William McClelland

Nikolai Kinski (Barbarians) will be playing Colonel Harold Huglin

Mikey Collins (The Terror) will be playing Lt. Paul Joseph Schmalenbach

Luke Baker (Everybody's Talking About Jamie, West End) will be playing Sgt. Vern M Best

James Murray (The Crown) will be playing Colonel Neil 'Chick' Harding 

Creators:

Director: Cary Joji Fukunaga

Executive Producers: Tom Hanks and Steven Spielberg

The series is due for release in 2022 and is currently in production. Ncuti has wrapped filming his scenes as of December 6th, 2021.

[alienoresimagines]

Huglin, going over Bucky's file: Okay, so right here, it states that you’re creative.

Bucky: Yes

Huglin: Okay... may I know what you create?

Bucky: Problems.

[mercurygray]

First One In

The 100th's first mission - the submarine pens at Bremen. First for the crews in the air - and the crews on the ground.

**Warning for non-graphic depiction of a civilian air accident.

June 25, 1943

The view from the tower was the best of everything.

Cord took a deep breath and let the wind ruffle her hair, listening to the birds and the soft whine of the weather equipment on the roof. This was the best part of her job - the wind and the quiet, and the green fields, and the view.

Downstairs was a hive of activity - the weather monitors on the floor below, taking their measurements, and the intelligence section below them, the huge blackboards mapping out the whole wing, squadron by squadron and plane by plane, the telex and the typewriters. But up here she was in her element, earth and sky in equal measure. It wasn’t flying - but damn if it wasn’t close.

She was glad they’d been some of the first crew here on base, and that the pilots had come later. It had given them time to settle in and really make the place theirs - and she didn’t mean the pictures Mae and the others had put up in their hut, or the curtains, or the flowers on the windowsills. She’d watched the laborers putting down the new tarmac, and watched the engineers putting in the new huts and barracks, and smelled the paint drying in the enlisted men’s mess halls and the Aero Club. This was her tower now, her radio and her field. She’d bicycled it and driven it and charted its wind patterns and read its weather reports and knew it now just about as well as it was possible to know a place.

But aren’t you scared, Cord? The question had been asked, more than once, before she packed herself off to Iowa for basic training. There’s so much you don’t know.

Well, sure, Cord had allowed. I don’t know heavy bombers, or England, or what to do in an air raid. But I know airfields. I know the Army, as much as they’ll let me know. And I know me, what I can do. I can learn everything else.

A true statement - the truest there was. She’d needed to learn a lot - how to drill and march in formation and shine shoes and salute, but once she’d gotten here, and been shown the tower, and how the radio worked, there wasn’t a thing she needed after that except the airplanes she’d be directing in, and the men to fly them. And the man who was going to lead them through it, of course.

She hadn’t known what she’d find, stepping into his office for the first time. Colonel Harold Huglin was something of an enigma. Had he worked with women before? Would he care? Captain Brennan didn’t know his name, and she’d been in longer than any of them, and Cord could tell, just by watching the older woman, that these were questions they would have to ask, and whether they liked the answers or not they’d have to live with them regardless.

She remembered thinking that his desk was exceptionally neat. It was something to focus on for a moment while she collected herself - the man had a face like a hawk, and as she’d saluted and sat down in the wooden chair opposite his desk she’d had the feeling of being prey. “You have quite the list of credentials, Lieutenant Callaway. There’s any number of things you could be doing - ferrying squadron work, for starters. Why apply for overseas duty?”

It had been a strange way to start an interview. Cord had shifted in her chair and taken a breath. Would it have been better if she’d lied, or worse? No, sir, I’ve never seen an airplane in my life, I don’t hold a pilot’s license, and I’ve never won prize money in an air race. I didn’t grow up on an airfield and I don’t know the first thing about the Army Air Corps. But her father hadn’t raised her to be a liar. “I’ve spent my whole life at Wright-Patterson, sir. I just wanted to do my bit, same as everyone else.” When you’re almost one of the boys and then all the boys start going overseas, it starts to wear a girl down a little.

“And you didn’t think ‘your bit’ was training new pilots? You’ve got more flight hours than some of the men who’ll be coming through here.”

Well, it helps if you start when you’re about fifteen or so and you’re a good student and the flying officers like you. “With respect, sir, I’m not a teacher. But I’m calm, and level-headed, and I know how to handle a plane, and that makes me just the sort of person you’d want on your tower. Flight control is just as important as any other job - and sometimes more. If a guy’s engine is on fire, he’s going to want to hear someone who can talk him out of it, if he needs.”

And then the man had smiled - actually smiled - and leaned back in his chair a little, obviously satisfied with her answer. “You can relax, Lieutenant. This isn’t an interview - you already have the job. A good commanding officer likes to know his crew before he gets started somewhere. And we’ll hope no one needs to be talked out of engine fires.”

But someone always will, sir. That’s the nature of airplanes. How many crashes had she seen at Wright - or even at the air shows? She knew all too well what a burning engine smelled like, a flamed out cowling. She hadn’t said that, of course - she knew when to keep her mouth shut. Witness Lieutenant - what was his name now? Brady, that was him, belly-landing his fort straight in from Greenland because he’d had some electrical failure and his landing gear wouldn’t engage.

They would hope there wouldn’t be any of that today - Lemmons already had something of a sour look after a noisy (and successful) campaign to rename that plane Brady’s Crash Wagon. Pilots thought they were funny, doing things like that, but crew chiefs could be superstitious about names.

Someone cleared her throat next to her. “You thinking of turning into a bird? You’ve got this look on your face like you’d like to launch off the balcony.”

Cord had to laugh. “Just admiring the view, Mae.” A jeep carrying a familiar bi-colored flight jacket came rolling around the corner, its owner whistling loudly. “Well, most of it.”

Mae laughed. “He’s the air exec, Cord. You can’t exactly get rid of him.”

“But I don’t have to be friendly, either.”

Her friend rolled her eyes. “One of these days you’re going to tell me exactly what he did to piss you off so bad.”

Where would I even start? “If it were exactly one thing I’d tell you, Mae. It’s more his entire state of being.”

“Lieutenant, you’re gonna want to come back inside.” Becky Holbrook was outside the glasshouse, binoculars in hand. “It looks like someone’s coming back early.”

Cord and Mae followed the Sergeant back inside the glass-walled observation room, and Cord took the binoculars and her position next to Anita Young on the radio, focusing on the plane on the horizon so she could try to read the numbers and assess condition. “That’s Major Veal’s plane. Looks like he’s on three engines.”

“Green flare,” Mae reported, though everyone with eyes could see it, arcing into the sky. “No need to send out the fire squad or the ambulance.” On the ground below, they saw a jeep peel out from one of the hardstands, three men clinging to their seats. “Looks like Lemmons is already on his way out.”

Another jeep joined them - the one that had only just parked at the tower. “And there goes Major Egan,” Cord said, sourly. “What the hell is he going to do?”

“Anything he can, Lieutenant.”

Cord immediately put down her binoculars and saluted, feeling foolish. “Major Bowman. There’s been nothing on the radio, sir. It looks from here like it’s just engine one that’s out.”

“As it should be,” Bowman said with approval. The intelligence officer wasn’t a physically imposing person, but Cord had spent enough time with him to know that he knew his business, and the slightly fading red hair that had given him his nickname was covering a first-rate brain. “Germans monitor all our radio traffic - Major Veal knows that. It’s different procedure here, compared to an airfield back in the states. They won’t radio in for landing instructions.” Cord looked down at her service shoes, feeling foolish. “But you’ve got a good eye about that engine, Lieutenant,” Bowman added, a gentle compliment to cover up her mistake.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Our first returned plane!” Becky said with a grin, nudging Anita and Mae. “We’re in it now!”

Beside her, she heard Bowman breathe sharply through his teeth. “We’ll get a report from him and the crew about when he turned back, and Egan will need an update on that plane’s operations status,” the intelligence officer stated, hands on his hips as he watched the plane touch down and turn down the taxiway. “Make sure no one stands down - fire teams, ambulances. We’re still waiting on the rest of the group.”

“Of course, sir.”

Bowman paused, turning away from the front of the glasshouse and stepping to the side, motioning for Cord to follow him. “You ever seen an airplane crash, Lieutenant Callaway? Apart from Lieutenant Brady’s ...unorthodox landing the other day?” He pursed his lips. “Colonel Huglin mentioned you grew up near Wright-Patterson. I want to know - if you know what we might be expecting back.”

Cord looked at him, really looked, and realized what he was asking. You mean do I know what’s waiting for the ambulances, sir? Or what a burning plane smells like? I watched a woman pancake on a pylon at Bendix, once. Took the turn too quick. Wasn’t anything to bury afterwards - just a burning wreck. I’ve seen pilots miss landings and I’ve seen gunnery practice go bad. Maybe I haven’t been in the war just yet but I know what a plane can do to a body. “Pretty frequently, sir.”

Bowman nodded. “This one was easy. The rest of it won’t be - you understand me? They may radio in to let you know what’s coming.” Manage the others was the last unspoken command. The rest won’t be pretty.

Cord fixed her eye on his and nodded, feeling the weight of his expectations and his stare. “Yes, sir. Of course, sir.” When the others come back, then we can say we’re in the war. But not before.

“Calm and steady, Callaway.”

“Always, sir.”

“And we’ll be grateful then that Major Egan’s doing everything he can, all right? Because we’re all doing everything we can, always.”

Cord swallowed the knot in her throat, knowing that at the heart of it he was right. Even she couldn’t say that Major Egan didn’t care about his airmen - and he was always doing everything he could, even if it sometimes made him a nuisance. “Right, sir.”

He nodded, and stepped back outside the glasshouse so he could go back downstairs. Cord took a deep breath, and returned to the radio, and the view out the front window. “Make a note of the time, Mae, will you? Captain Brennan will need that for the daily report.”

One plane back - nineteen more to go. She surveyed the airfield, wondering just how it would look in an hour, or two, or how the siren to call out the ambulance would sound behind the glass, and her hands tightened on her binoculars. I know airfields. I know planes. And by the end of today, I’ll know something else, too - something about war.

And aren’t you scared about it? She thought about that burning plane at Bendix again, the sound of the announcer’s voice, the collective gasp from the stands as the plane burst into flames and the flyer behind only just swerved to avoid it.

Well, my father didn’t raise a liar - so I’ll tell you: I’m damn terrified.

Read more of Cord here at her masterlist.

[mercurygray]

Hi Merc. How about #53 - Listening to each other's breathing for Marion/Harding, please?

Decided we needed the other side of this drabble.

It was a big deal, changing out your quarterback in the middle of the game.

That was how Harding felt about it, anyway - coming in as the new CO. New playbook to learn, new personalities to work around, a new team to figure out. He was still learning the ropes, a little, but he prided himself on knowing exactly what a team needed in a quarterback, and so far he thought he was doing damn well on that score. It wasn't enough to come in as the star player and expect everyone to starting playing a new game - you needed to learn strengths and weaknesses, who played well together and who were better served by being on opposite ends of the starting line.

He must have known that a transfer was coming, because before he'd left, Harold Huglin had left him a tidy stack of personnel records and a carefully typed list, running down the team in order of rank, his ops staff, his intelligence officers, his crew chiefs. (And how couldn't he? Doc had said that ulcer had been pretty damn bad.)

Harding had flipped through the folders carefully, studying the personnel photos attached to each record, the smiles for the camera, the tilt of heads and the slope of shoulders. That there was a woman in the pile gave him extra reason to pause.

Captain Marion Brennan - a born administrator and a focused intelligence officer. Efficient. Capable. Invaluable.

Huglin had underlined that last word, invaluable, as though he felt it needed to be said louder, and Harding felt that now more than he'd done when he started. She was everything Huglin's precise little note had promised and more - in charge of the entire WAC contingent, she seemed particularly adept at making problems disappear before they ever reached his desk. Her team was organized, her methods sound, and Red Bowman had said, at least once, that he would be a happy man if he could have ten more just like her.

The only thing the former CO had left off his notes was that she was pretty. Harding said that as an objective assessment - he'd been in the Army more years than he cared to admit to and they did not make captains in her size very often. It might have been the first thing he'd noticed, the first day that he'd met her, but it certainly wasn't the last. She was patient, plain-spoken, and above all, kind, and he'd heard more than one young airman call her Mom, though never, he hoped, to her face. (She might have been older than them, but not old enough for that.)

The pink dressing gown, however, was not something he would have guessed about her.

She was practically luminous, standing outside the barracks and directing traffic into the air raid shelter - a vision from a film, perhaps, too glamorous for life. She certainly looked the part of the Hollywood starlet, with her hair still holding on to its curl.

Of course she'd make sure every one of her girls was clear - but he ordered her into the shelter just in case.

She was clearly trying to forget the cold in that pink dressing gown, and he had the sudden thought to share his coat with her, before he realized he didn't have one to share, that he, too, was out in his bathrobe, the maroon one with the Cadets logo embroidered over the pocket.

"Should have taken a jacket," he murmured, looking up at the sky.

Another bomb hit, nearer and louder, and she instinctively stepped away from the noise, her foot turning on the uneven floor of the trench, losing her balance. He caught her without even thinking about it, arm quickly around her waist, and she caught his eye with almost doe-eyed surprise.

"Easy now," he said, calm as he could manage, when his own heart was hammering like anything. "You're too valuable to lose."

It was quiet, out here in the dark, and he swore he could hear her breathing, and it calmed him. Or maybe it was that he could feel it, chest rising and falling against his, her hand still pressed between them. And he wished, just for a moment, that the siren would not stop and they could stand like this forever.

[mastersoftheair]

so, at least two more confirmed cast members:

nikolai kinski as colonel harold q. huglin &

ellis eyres as staff sergeant jerome e. ferroggiaro

(as an aside, patrick warner appears to be cast as an RAF officer, but i suppose we'll have to hang tight until we know which officer exactly)