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#Stunning white man #Omg…#anthony boyle #masters of the air #mota #manhunt apple tv #Masters of The Air spoilers #memes #harry crosby #croz #Unhinged MOTA stuff

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froggesodaaddict · 2 months

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Y’know how when Croz got promoted and he asked Kidd if he thought he was the right man for the job and Jack was just like “nope.” Yeah. Kidd and Bubbles were defo sleeping together

#masters of the air #jack kidd #Joseph Payne #bubbles payne #MOTA #mota memes

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froggesodaaddict · 2 months

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Benny Demarco in Masters of the Air: Part Seven

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froggesodaaddict · 3 months

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”That’s one hot bastard” is actually just a general term for all the MOTA characters.

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froggesodaaddict · 3 months

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If the HBO war fandom got drafted

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Callum Turner and Austin Butler MASTERS OF THE AIR, PART FOUR

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froggesodaaddict · 3 months

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Afterwards

Bromance/romance drabble

Curt x Dickie

Curt had always been right. No matter how many times Dickie thought he lied or had miscalculated, that was never the case. His intuition- no- his gut feelings were never wrong.

It was the same case then. In the heat of the moment.

“I’m gonna get you down safely Dickie!” He slurred over the loud rattle of the plane.

Dickie, bloody and hot, could hardly comprehend what he was saying. A seashell phenomenon was ringing in his ears, the sound of his blood rushing and pumping resounding so clearly. He turned his blurry gaze sideways. He could make out muffled voices, sounding distant.

Curt hadn’t left yet. Dickie wasn’t sure why. The plane was hurdling downwards.

“…See that long green field?” Curt asked, leaning over slightly, patting Dickie gently.

The blood felt warm and his head felt dizzy. He couldn’t muster any words of protest. I just wanna sleep, Curt. You should leave, Curt.

Not a single word. Biddick was wrong for once. Dickie knew it. He stared hard, lethargically, as the ground drew closer and the vision of death became clearer.

Please leave Curt. Please go.

Curt stayed with him. Dickie, blurred as his vision was, would sense something was wrong.

“Oh god.”

Curt was never wrong. Dickie stared up at the blue sky, marbled by how strong of a pigment it had. His back spasmed painfully. He could hardly move.

His head rolled to the side, just enough that he could see Curt. He hadn’t spoken in a while.

There he was.

Deformed. Like a mangled angel. Dickie wanted to wipe the blood off of his brow and shake him awake, but he could even wipe his own ass.

Please wake up. Please wake up.

Dickie felt a pair of hands, weak and shaking, grip him by the collar and begin dragging him out of the plane. Down the hall. Through the open bunker door.

Go get Curt.

“Christ- Christ- Christ—”

The explosion was quick and painless. Dickie closed his eyes and refused to open them. He couldn’t hear anything anymore. His brain, on autopilot, played a sound to soothe him. An accent, of course. The last words he could make out.

“I’m gonna get you down safely, Dickie!”

Curt was an idiot… but he was right. He had gotten him down safely; somewhat safely, anyway. Dickie coughed up a heap of blood.

“Come on Dick, don’t die on me just yet,” said the unfamiliar voice. Dickie had the sense that he should know this person. He should be able to open his eyes and recognize him, but he couldn’t bring himself to.

Another chest-heaving amount of blood. He wondered, angrily to himself, why he was still alive. He would question that a lot. Guilty for bleeding out on some oppressed family’s guest bed, he wracked his brain for reasons why he had lived but his friend had not.

At night, when there was nothing but his blood tingling his ears and the deafening sound of silence, he could hear Curt’s thick accent in his head. Over and over, repeating the same phrase that he last remembered. I’m gonna get you down safely, Dickie!

Curt wasn’t religious, and neither was he, but Dickie couldn’t help but hope, and pray, that they would somehow see each other again. He wished the pain in his back and neck would go away. He wished he hadn’t survived the freak accident that was supposed to kill him. He wished Curt had been wrong for once. If only he had died right then and there, and Biddick had failed to get him down safely.

He managed to roll his head to the side. Curt was right there beside him. He wasn’t mangled and battered anymore… just peaceful. Perfect.

Dickie closed his eyes again. He never opened them again.

#MOTA #Masters of the air #curtis biddick #Biddick #Curt biddick #barry keoghan #Dickie MOTA #Masters of the air episode 3 #MOTA spoilers #Curt x dickie #Curtis x Richard #Angst #I wrote this at 2am

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