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At family gatherings we would, you know, gather around the piano and sing and, uhh, I was a monotone unfortunately and they kept pushing me further to the rear, but I always loved to sing. As a matter of fact, in high school, I joined the glee club, and uhh, I was there— I loved singing! But the teacher in charge said, “There’s a sour note here, somewhere.”

Interview with Robert "Rosie" Rosenthal

#rosie rosenthal #rosie's riveters #mota #masters of the air #robert rosenthal

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MASTERS OF THE AIR — part 2

#gale cleven #john egan #masters of the air #mota #motaedit #hbo war

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Curtis’ little chuckle!!! 🤭🤭

#austin butler #gale cleven #adam long #benny demarco #barry keoghan #curtis biddick #masters of the air #mota #motaedit #they're cute

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Wild flowers field

#John and Lizzy

heidi jones

#masters of the air #john egan #Lizzy Waterfield #mota

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Prompt List for HBO WWII Rewatch

Use these prompts for fanart, gifsets, fanvideos, fanfictions, etc - whatever inspires you!!

You can find the rewatch schedule here.

Please tag your posts #hboww2rewatch and give us a follow for all updates on the rewatch.

Week 1: Mon April 29- Sun May 5:

Heading Out

First Fight

Friends

Orange

Week 2: Mon May 6- Sun May 12:

Crash

Crew

Superstition

Blue

Week 3: Mon May 13- Sun May 19:

Dancing

Reunion

Kinship

Red

Week 4: Mon May 20- Sun May 26:

Recuperation

Camp Life

Training

Green

Week 5: Mon May 27- Sun June 2:

Tuskeegees

Parachute

Injured

Purple

Week 6: Mon June 3- Sun June 9

Reunited

Replacement

Airfield

White

Week 7: Mon June 10- Sun June 16:

Typewriter

Loss

Cold

Pink

Week 8: Mon June 17- Sun June 23:

Shelling

Translation

Wedding

Brown

Week 9: Mon June 24- Sun June 30:

Discovery

Humanity

Celebration

Yellow

Week 10: Mon July 1- Sun July 7:

Bonding

Adjustment

Sacrifice

Dress Uniform

Black

Week 11 Mon July 8- Sun July 14:

Favorite Crew

Favorite Company

Best Friendship

Humor

Underrated Character

Character + Quote

Headcanons

Crossover

Something Missing

Please reblog this post to spread the word!

#excited!!!!! #mota #masters of the air #band of brothers #the pacific #hbo war #appletv #hbowardaily

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The texts for John are just perfect!!

#the sheer accuracy #irrepressible bastard #breakfastless behavior at all times #the amount of time he just bothers and taunts people just because be feels like it #major john egan #tv: masters of the air #mota

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MASTERS OF THE AIR (2024) Part nine

#masters of the air #motaedit #mota #mastersoftheairedit #appletvedit #gale buck cleven #major harry crosby #rosie rosenthal

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I found the fandom after it aired and I really wish I had found everyone at the beginning and took more notice!

If anyone wants to chat episodes, history, gossip, theorise or all of the above, my DMs are always open!

Feeling down in the dumps so just going to say it: I miss how much we were all engaging with each other while MoTA was airing.

#mota #mota fandom #mota planes #john bucky egan #gale buck cleven #Harry Croz Crosby #eighth air force #masters of the air #hbowar

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Most definitely. I have found my people! I can be a geek and nerd out over my favourite show and stories. I am genuinely excited about a new chapter of their story, I love it here.

reblog if you consider the people youve befriended on this website (and other websites) to be real friends, even if youve never met them irl before

trying to prove something to my dad

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Come Home To Me - Chapter 6

John Egan x OC Female!Reader

Summary: When the idea of a past life turns out it isn't just an idea or a dream.

Warning: angst

AN: This is a work of fiction and is based on the TV characters from the Apple TV series. No disrespect is intended towards the real men of the 100th BG.

All previous chapters can be found here

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Lizzy's hands shook slightly as she clutched her coffee cup, taking a slow drag from her cigarette. Sitting outside the pub in the early morning quiet, she felt every rustle of the wind and distant murmur stir up echoes of her past life. Around her, the village was waking up; shadows stretched across the cobblestones, morphing into haunting memories she couldn’t escape. Each sound, rather than soothing, seemed to whisper back stories she wished she could forget. Pulling her jacket tighter around her, she exhaled a cloud of smoke and tried to push away the ghosts that lingered a little too close. Stubbing out her smoke, she made her way indoors, taking a seat opposite Sarah as they settled down to eat. 

“I want to go home, Sarah. I can't stand being haunted by these memories anymore,” Lizzy muttered, her voice a fragile thread amidst the clatter of morning utensils.

Sarah leaned in, her eyes burning with a mix of concern and determination. “What? Are you sure? We’re on the brink of understanding why these memories are resurfacing now.”

Lizzy’s weary eyes met Sarah's. “What does it matter? It’s all past, isn’t it?”

“It’s never just the past with us, Lizzy. Remember your flight to Berlin in February ’45?” Sarah’s voice steadied, heavy with implication. She leaned in closer, her tone conveying the weight of her findings. “I've been digging through the archives, and I found the weather reports prepared on the day of your mission. They noted an unusual cloud bank, described in terms stupidly similar to other incidents years later."

She paused, letting the information sink in before continuing. “But it’s not just the weather reports—there’s more. I've also gone through the after-action reports from the crews who made it back. They spoke of disorientations and malfunctions that seemed to centre around that same cloud bank. It's been mentioned repeatedly, across decades, in different contexts. This isn’t just regular weather; it’s something else, something anomalous.”

Sarah pulled out a folder, stuffed with copies of the documents, and spread them out on the table. “These aren’t coincidences, Lizzy. There’s a pattern here that we can’t ignore. This cloud didn’t just appear in 1945—it’s been a recurring anomaly, linked with multiple unexplained phenomena and disappearances. And I think it’s linked to your memories.”

Lizzy’s fork hovered in mid-air, her appetite lost. “You think a cloud formation is the reason I’m reliving this….nightmare?” Sarah sighed exasperated. “It’s a theory, yes.” 

Reluctantly, Lizzy glanced at the documents strewn across the table.  They seemed to pulse with a foreboding energy, each page a reminder of her last moments in the skies over Berlin. “And you believe diving back into that” she pointed at the weather report with her fork, “will change what’s already done?”

“Yes,” Sarah countered sharply, her voice slicing through the quiet. “Because I can’t stand to see my best friend dissolve into shadows and whiskey. Maybe, just maybe, confronting this can bring you peace. I don’t know, maybe it’ll take you back to John.”

Lizzy's emotions flickered across her face—hope warring with fear. Before she could formulate a response, Sarah’s focus shifted abruptly to the entrance of the bar where Abigail had just entered followed by a man that was not her husband. 

Rising abruptly, Sarah’s chair scraped back loudly against the floor. She approached the couple with a determined stride, her tone polite yet firm. Abigail, who Sarah had seen the day before at the museum, was now accompanied by a different man. He was tall with dark hair, cut into a neat, short back and sides but with enough length on top to style it.  Sarah could hear their conversation and given his tone, the man was unimpressed. 

“You’ve dragged me halfway across the world, to the middle of nowhere, on the word of an old lady. And for what? A pub breakfast?” Abigail frowned, equally unimpressed by his complaining. “If Nana believed her, then we should too. She wouldn’t send us on a wild goose chase without a reason. There’s more at stake here than you realise.”

Sarah coughed lightly to gain their attention. “I’m sorry to interrupt,” she began, holding up the photograph that had unexpectedly altered the course of her investigation. “I know you mentioned yesterday that your identity wasn’t of concern, but I need to understand who you are and where you got this photograph from.”

The tall, dark-haired man took the photograph with a furrowed brow. His initial confusion soon gave way to irritation. “Abigail, what the hell are you playing at?” His voice was tinged with frustration.  Beside him, Abigail remained calm, her expression serene yet confident. She glanced at Sarah, her smile faint but reassuring.  “Like I said, I believed her. There are bigger things at stake, one of them is that photograph.”

Sarah’s own confusion mounted. “So, you recognise the picture? Can you tell me when it was taken?” The man who had not been introduced looked over it and then looked back at Sarah. He shot a look of surprise at his sister before exhaling sharply. “Holy shit,” he muttered, the realisation hitting him. “I hate to admit it, but you were right, Abby.”

As he spoke, Abigail’s gaze was drawn to the table where Lizzy’s distant figure sat hunched over her plate, the man following her gaze. “Is that?” Abigail held his arm “Don’t say anything. She can’t know we’re here. She mustn’t know about us.”

He sighed, the fight going out of him as he stood still, the photograph in his hand. He glanced at it once more, a mixture of awe and resignation washing over him. “Alright, Abby. Let’s see where this goes. But if you’re wrong, you owe me more than just breakfast.”

Abigail nodded, her smile returning as she looked back at Sarah. “We’re here to help, however we can. What do you need to know?”

Sarah turned back to face the woman, her voice a mix of frustration and curiosity. "Why can't Lizzy know about you? What are you to her, and why this secrecy?"

The man accompanying Abigail, now clearly annoyed by the complexity of the situation, threw up his hands. "You have the answers, you explain it. I'm off to get some breakfast." He walked away, leaving the women to their tense exchange.

Abigail motioned for Sarah to sit back down, her expression solemn but with a hint of an authoritative tone. "Ignore him; he’s my older brother and he's always reminding me when I’ve overstepped. But he’s right about one thing—I did start this.” She gestured between herself and Sarah, linking them in the unfolding mystery. “And you're right, you know. You're on the right track."

She paused, her gaze intense and searching. "The key to all of this is Lizzy. She needs to fly again. That's the only way we can begin to untangle this mess."

Sarah scoffed, her scepticism evident. "And how do you propose we manage that? It’s not exactly easy to just hop into a B-17 these days."

Without missing a beat, Abigail slid a flyer across the table from her bag. "I can’t divulge too much about who I am—only that I’m…family. Someone very wise instructed me to come here at this precise moment, hand you that photograph, and ensure that we don’t repeat the mistakes of the past."

As Sarah examined the flyer—a promotional piece for an upcoming air show featuring a fully operational B-17—her mind raced. The plan was audacious, bordering on the insane, yet the urgency in Abigail's voice made it impossible to dismiss outright.

Abigail tapped the photo gently, her voice lowering to a near whisper, compelling and earnest. "And it’s not just Lizzy who needs to fly; you need to be there with her. This is about closing a loop, about healing wounds you both don't fully understand yet."

The enormity of the task weighed heavily on Sarah as she picked up the flyer. Just then, the man returned from the bar, his meal in tow, breaking the intensity of their discussion. As he sat, Sarah stood, clutching the photo and the flyer.

"One last question— who took this photograph?" she asked, needing some tangible connection to anchor the surreal task ahead.

Abigail's face softened, her eyes shimmering with a blend of pride and deep personal connection. "My maternal grandfather. He was there, right in the midst of it all, just like you are now."

With that connection made, Sarah felt a shift in her perspective. This was no longer just about diving into history or helping her best friend—it was personal. It linked them to a family story that spanned generations, wrapping Lizzy and her into a narrative bigger than they had imagined. She looked over at Lizzy, determination setting in. They had a plane to catch, and some history of their own to make.

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Sarah and Lizzy were in the museum office, enveloped by the soft murmur of activity as Fred sorted through what they dubbed "donations" from Abigail, organising them into meticulously arranged piles. Despite the normalcy of the scene, Sarah’s mind was elsewhere, wrestling with information she wasn’t yet ready to share. With a casual air that belied her internal tension, she glanced over at Geoff and Fred.

"You wouldn’t happen to know who owns the bomber featured at this weekend’s air show, would you? Any chance we could get Lizzy on board?" she asked, her voice casual but tinged with an undercurrent of urgency.

Geoff and Fred exchanged a look of uncertainty. "We might be able to pull some strings," Fred replied, scratching his head thoughtfully.

"Could those strings possibly extend to Liz flying it?" Sarah probed further, the urgency now barely masked by her nonchalant stance.

The room was suddenly filled with a cacophony of concerns. Lizzy, typically more outspoken, only managed a half-hearted jest, "I haven’t flown in years!" Geoff, more grounded, pointed out, "She's been nearly drunk nonstop for a week; she'd need to sober up first." Fred, ever the sceptic, added, "Plus, her pilot’s licence isn’t even current."

Sarah raised her hands, silencing the room with a firm gesture. "This is about more than just licences or sobriety. Lizzy and I need to be on that plane, and we need to fly it to Germany. It’s our only shot at making things right."

Lizzy laughed, more out of disbelief than amusement. "You want to steal a B-17?"

Sarah's composure momentarily faltered, and she let loose a passionate outburst. "I’ve been buried in archives for days, uncovering everything about this damn bomb group and the hell they went through—the very hell you lived through! I can’t—and won’t—stand by and watch you disintegrate under the weight of haunting memories and a lost love so profound I can literally see it breaking your heart." Her voice softened as her eyes locked with Lizzy’s. "Getting on that plane might be our only chance to end these nightmares."

Lizzy’s scepticism, however, remained steadfast. "And what happens when we hit that cloud bank over Berlin? We just dive right into the middle of a war and hope for the best? I tried that once, remember? Look where it got me."

Sarah’s eyes hardened with resolve, her tone steely. "No more self-pity, Lizzy. And no more whiskey. You're going to get sober whether you like it or not, and you're getting ready to fly. Lieutenant,” she used Lizzy’s rank to underscore her point, causing Lizzy to straighten her posture, “you need to clean yourself up. Check if your flying overalls still fit and remember how to do your hair up properly because you’re going to look the part, even if I have to dress you myself. Understood?"

Lizzy put her glass down, mumbling a resigned “Yes, ma’am,” acknowledging Sarah’s uncompromising stance.

"The nightmares those men endured now plague me too," Sarah continued, her voice unwavering. "And I’ll be damned if we don’t at least try to see if flying through that cloud again can put an end to all this."

Turning back to Geoff and Fred with a determined yet composed look, Sarah requested, "Please, make the call. Let's see if we can list her as a pilot. I'm really counting on this to help her." She paused, her tone softening further, "And could we find a flying jacket that fits? you know how pilots are about the cold.”

Taglist:

@victoryrollsandredlips @bobparkhurst @prettyinlimegreenboots @ginabaker1666 @thedeviltohisangel

#John Egan x Lizzy Waterfield #Masters of the Air #Major John Egan #Lizzy Waterfield #Major Gale Cleven #Major Harry Crosby #Major Robert “Rosie” Rosenthal #Mota #mastersoftheair #mota fanfiction #sarah taylor (oc) #come home to me

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I know we all focus on Bucky here but can we take a minute to take in DeMarco's that motherfucker just stole my dog face

#bernard demarco #masters of the air #mota #john egan #gale cleven #lol #“that mf’er stole my dam dog!

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more mota doodle

Buck dancing with meatball

and Bucky being meatball /what

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Reblog if it's okay to invade your ask box.

Always

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Ahhhh, my favourite charming, handsome, whisky drinking social hand grenade of a flyboy!

MASTERS OF THE AIR (2024) Part Two, dir. Cary Joji Fukunaga

#masters of the air #mastersoftheairedit #John Egan would only have to look at me to have be saying Yes Sir! #callum turner major john bucky egan #mota

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#sexy and chaotic #john bucky egan #john egan #major john egan #callum turner #mota

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🙏🏻 on my knees begging for a Rosie naughty thots hcs

I had some of these disappear when I saved it to my drafts so I might be forgetting a few. 😭

Rosie's the kind of guy who doesn't stop once he develops an interest in you, unless you're genuinely not interested and he'll respect that (but he'll still try to get you to like him bc our boy ain't a quitter)

Same goes for in the bedroom; if you haven't had at least two orgasms by the end of the night, he's not doing his job.

Finds competency/smarts to be very attractive, doesn't matter what your job is or what you're knowledgeable about. He could listen to you drone on about whatever interest you and he'll be fighting a hard-on in no time.

Sass. So much sass. 🙄 And very smug after he makes you come. "I said I'd take care of you, didn't I?" He'll ask with a mischievous gleam in his eyes while you're stuffed with his cock and wriggling underneath him. "Have I ever lied to you?"

Soft dom vibes ✨️

Lots of praise. "You're doing so good, sweetheart, look at you." As you're getting thoroughly debauched in front of a bathroom mirror and "Such a good girl for me." When you take what he gives you with nary a complaint.

Turning on a record before he kisses you, sways in place as you wrap your arms around his neck and some it always leads to lovemaking. Once he had to turn the volume as high as it would go because you were so loud and responsive to his touch and it had felt like ages since you'd had him inside you and "Christ the neighbors are going to hear you through the window, hold on a second—"

Curls curls curls curls curls. Running your hands through them, tugging at them during a heated tryst, pulling his hat back down bc clearly you're not going to be able to completely fix what you messed up but it's okay bc you tried!

Jazz concerts where you're sitting at the back and pressing kisses to his neck and rubbing his length through his pants. Him threatening to make you pay for it when you get home. 🥴

Getting turned on by the sight of him reading on the sofa, or even better, by him reading to you as he trails his fingers along your leg.

Much as he likes running his hand on the underside of his plane, he likes doing the same with you. He's got every dip and rise and curve and beauty mark and freckle and mole and scar on you memorized and he loves every single one. <3

Your Rosie is a workaholic to the core and he doesn't always know when to take a break, so you learn how to distract him when he's studying for the bar.

"Baby, I have to finish this section—" He chuckles when you wiggle in between him and his desk, delicate hands undoing his belt. "—what are you doing?"

Your feign innocence as you kneel between his legs. "You need a break, honey. Just a few minutes, that's all I ask."

He exhales when you take him in your hand, haphazardly tossing his pencil on the pile of papers decorating his desk. "Okay...okay. A break might help—holy Christ!"

After that first time he's immediately suspicious whenever you come into his study, though he's always got an amused glint in his eyes. He loves that you care about his well-being in this way, and finds you all the more attractive for it.

Mota Taglist: @ab4eva @precious-little-scoundrel @slowsweetlove @buckysegan @blurredcolour @girlnairb @themyscxiras @dustofbrokenheart @caffeinated-fan @magneticghouls @sagesolsticewrites

#rosie rosenthal #rosie rosenthal naughty headcanons #robert rosie rosenthal #robert rosenthal naughty headcanons #steph speaks #mota #robert rosie rosenthal naughty headcanons #masters of the air

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Writing an argument between my two main characters before a major event is not advisable, especially when it makes you cry and people ask if you’re alright 🤦🏼‍♀️.

#fanfiction writing #masters of the air #john egan #mota #john egan x oc #John Egan x Lizzy Waterfield #i’m so emotional #Callum Turner’s John Egan has me in a headlock