#john hoerr

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some screencaps from the trailer. if you’ve been following this blog, you may recognize some faces (callum turner as john “bucky” egan, austin butler as gale “bucky” cleven, harry ames as august gaspar, james murray as neil “chick” harding, branden cook as alexander jefferson, nathen solley as john hoerr, ben radcliffe as john brady, jon-paul bell as john burgin, darragh cowley as glenn graham, tim preston as robert speas, and max hastings as kenneth allen). see if you can spot them!

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there’s also a lot of unspecified roles: samuel jordan and thomas perry are a couple of officially confirmed ones. there’s also some based on social media (as in following cary and/or other cast members), like george webster, jake wardle, lino facioli, jojo macari, kai alexander, jonah rzeskiewicz, louis greatorex, spike white, ryan nolan, and jonas moore. and imo frankly, in this social media era, it wouldn’t make sense to follow a whole bunch of both confirmed (and unconfirmed) actors in the show, (some long before they were announced), along with its director, Unless they’re also in the show. so, y’know, take the latter bunch of names with an educated grain of salt. it makes sense to me tho!

How fucking embarrassing. Yeah, let him just hop out of the cockpit with his goddamn raging hard-on on full display. Not like he exactly has many options here—stroke himself off in the cockpit in front of his copilot, which he'd rather die than do, or blue balls. So John tries to think about old people and finances and anything else he can conjure up to temper the warm throb between his legs and stays very, very still, aside from shifting his weight a little to try and relieve some of the discomfort of the tight confines of his pants, which feels marginally more acceptable than shamelessly reaching down to adjust himself like he'd really like to right now. "Well, obviously, I'm hoping it'll go down, Johnny," he says sourly. "We've still got an hour in the air." Hoerr watches him for a moment, mouth half open, like he's thinking that's definitely not the case. He's probably fucking correct on that one—his body, as he'd learned during his adolescence, can be incredibly persistent when it wants to be. "You think that's..." Johnny squints a little, and glances down at his fucking boner, and frowns a little before looking up at him, which doesn't feel fantastic, and only serves to thoroughly compound his embarrassment until he considers reaching for his fucking chute. "It'll be enough?" John gives him an annoyed look. "What the fuck else am I going to do?" And then there's a pause, like Johnny's looking before a metaphorical leap. "You can't just step onto the hardstand like that. You're my copilot. I'll help you out."