#doc roe my beloved

[givemebackmypills]

#finally watched band of brothers............... #doc roe my beloved #+ aqotwf hyperfixation is back #band of brothers #doc roe #eugene roe #aqotwf #all quiet on the western front #paul baumer #stanislaus katczinsky #baberoe #kinda????? #ocs or baberoe #my art

[oatflatwhite]

HI LIZ plz may I trouble you to share any thoughts at all about mota 🎤

OF COURSE

ok so we're only a couple eps in but i am already <333 about so many of the characters. bucky and crosby especially my beloveds. i really love all the comparisons being drawn between bucky/nix buck/winters and crosby/webster but i also love how the mota boys are distinctly their own characters. i don't want to say they're cocky and full of themselves because like... some of the easy boys are too lmao. but it's a very different dynamic between the characters than i'm used to seeing in the other hbo war shows and i am living for it

on that note i was a bit wary about most of our main charas being officers but after 2 eps i don't mind a bit! honestly sometimes it's hard to tell rank with all their goddamn fleece lmao but i love how despite being a literal honest to god major bucky is still so chaotic. bless him. the singing scene took me out, and the bike race when they crashed and he and buck were like pulling at each other's clothes to try and get in the lead before the air raid siren went off..... cinema.

can't believe they called out the heavy petting <3 the raf boys are just like me fr <3

crosby is such a silly goose thank you for the silly goose representation. he really works as the narrator and i love him bc he is genuinely so relatable, my overthinking bestie. also him still being starry eyed over his wife signing her name mrs jean crosby oh my word.......... it's giving harry dragging his reserve chute halfway around europe for kitty's wedding dress <333

i also really love the variety of characters/roles in the war they're showing! there's obviously more scope to do that than in bob but also it's a different television landscape and i am so excited to see ncuti on my screen <3 i hope we get a lot more of lemmons too! i can't remember who made the post but someone compared him to doc roe and i was like OH that's why i liked him so much uh huh uh huh. so true. also NINETEEN YEARS OLD?

i had a hard time adjusting to austin butler in ep 1 but he really pulled through in ep 2 for me and i'm very keen to see where he takes the character! and i have LOVED callum turner since channel 4's glue (which i watched a fucking decade ago but still think about bc of how powerful it was and he was in it) and he is absolutely killing bucky. it's giving nix without impulse control. honestly all the cast are amazing, the only one i really struggle with still is isabel may as buck's gf......... i literally cannot see her as anyone but katie from alexa and katie, so in my mind she's literally still a 15 year old girl. but who knows, she could win me over in the future

the score and title sequence are so good too!!! the pacific still has my absolute fav opening titles and band is second but even though the score is obviously new it still feels a bit... nostalgic, i guess? similar vibes to the other shows and i am HERE for the way it makes me feel <3

there's like so much more but that's all i can put into words rn. cannot WAIT for the rest!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#answered #staud #masters of the air #mota #hbo war #(i know it isn't fucking hbo but i'm keeping that tag til i'm cold in the ground)

[themysciraprincess]

Misc. Tag Game~ (thanks a lot for the tag, Emily @1waveshortofashipwreck!♡) started by @ronald-speirs

Favorite place in the world you’ve visited? - Well, I think my favorite has to be Australia. I was there for ANZAC day last year and the sights really took my breath away.

Something you’re proud of yourself for? - I'm quite proud of my determination and ability to be analytical. It's a really handy skill to have in my academics and in daily life. I just love analysis a lot, helps me feel more connected with the world as a whole.

Favorite books? - In no particular order, here are some books that have left an incredibly lasting impression on me:

The Things they Carried by Tim O'brien - (blurb taken from the internet) '[...] tells the story of the men of Alpha Company, a squad of soldiers in the Vietnam War. O'Brien cuts through the veil of romanticized war to show these men as heroic, flawed, loyal, afraid, and above all - human.' -> This book is nothing short of a masterpiece in my opinion.

The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt -(blurb taken from the internet) 'Aged thirteen, Theo Decker, son of a devoted mother and a reckless, largely absent father, survives an accident that otherwise tears his life apart. Alone and rudderless in New York, he is taken in by the family of a wealthy friend. He is tormented by an unbearable longing for his mother, and down the years clings to the thing that most reminds him of her: a small, strangely captivating painting that ultimately draws him into the criminal underworld. As he grows up, Theo learns to glide between the drawing rooms of the rich and the dusty antiques store where he works. He is alienated and in love - and his talisman, the painting, places him at the centre of a narrowing, ever more dangerous circle.' -> Has a forever special place in my heart :)

Behind the Secret Window by Nelly S. Toll - (blurb taken from the internet) The autobiographical account of an eight-year-old Jewish girl as she hides from the Nazis in a small bedroom in Lwo+a7w, Poland, in 1943 contains twenty-nine examples of her many paintings during that period. -> I picked this up randomly because I liked the illustration on the cover...made me really emotional as I finished it

Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy - (blurb taken from the internet) Anna Karenina is a novel of unparalleled richness and complexity, set against the backdrop of Russian high society. Tolstoy charts the course of the doomed love affair between Anna, a beautiful married woman, and Count Vronsky, a wealthy army officer who pursues Anna after becoming infatuated with her at a ball. -> About over a year ago I listened to the audiobook during my bouts of insomnia and found that I quite enjoyed it

Something that makes your heart happy when thinking about it? - My very niche interests and dreams hehehe. A lot of it is historical related, of course. I love historical and vintage architecture and fashion, etc. My dream since middle school was to be a historian.

Favorite thing about your culture? - Hmm...perhaps the values of being fair and hardworking!

When did you join the HBO War fandom? What was the first show you watched? - Pretty late last year, hahaha. My teacher did once show a clip of Band of Brothers in class once and it left quite an impression. Recently I started watching The Pacific. I've only had Eugene Sledge for five minutes but if anything happened to him I'll kill everyone in this room and then myself

Have you read any of Easy Company’s books? If so, which ones were your favorite? - I'm reading Ambrose's book at the moment. I intend to get my hands on a copy of each of the others, too...especially Speirs'. @ronsparky 's posts really interested me

Favorite HBO War character and your favorite moment with them? - Eugene Roe and Shifty Powers my beloveds :( My favorite moment is perhaps when Doc Roe receives the chocolate from Renée for the first time and he smiles..I think my heart melted then and there. As for Shifty, it was when he spoke to Winters in the last episode. Again, I'm weak for that boy :( ♡

Do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content? - I mostly make content for Band of Brothers but I intend to branch out now that I'm getting pretty into The Pacific...I post some stuff from comic books I like from time to time on my instagram (mostly art).

Favorite actor/actress and your favorite film of theirs? - I love Emma Stone and Audrey Hepburn!! I find them to be really witty and charming. They're quite my role models hehe (esp. Emma). I'd say for Emma Stone I'd prefer Easy A, and Roman Holiday for Audrey.

Favorite quote/s that you wish to share with others? - "Life shrinks and expands in proportion to one's courage" by Anais Nin is something I like to live by

Random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you? - I can't swim, guys

If you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader? - Most of the time I just write and then call it done. No beta, we die like men

Three things that make you smile? - 1. Sunlight 2. french windows 3. sunlight pouring in through french windows (all of which remind me of my younger years sighh) bonus: Christmas!

Any nicknames you like? - I like being called by my name usually but I particularly enjoy it when people call my by my last name, especially when followed by a 'Miss' . Something about it makes me want to chuckle in amusement

List some people you love to see around on tumblr! - All my moots and the entirety of the hbowar fandom, to be honest! Historical blogs, too! bonus: @pilferingapples @just-aloststar @myrthena @rknchan @foolsocracy @macau1ay are some personal favorites that I always enjoy seeing

What would you do during a zombie apocalypse? - I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try to survive which can be possible if you can be pragmatic and smart enough about it. I'd try to explore how far I can go, maybe try to enjoy a few lawless days or months, help out when I can.

Favorite movie? - Roman Holiday (1953). I watched it a long time ago, but it still has a special place in my heart. aaand Sleeping Beauty (1959).

Do you like horror movies? - I'm always a sucker for good horror movies

Again, thanks so much for the tag Emily! 🥰 No pressure tagging: @montied @roeinyourheart @vanellq77 @executethyself35 @star-trek-supernatural and anyone who'd like to give it a go

#this turned out lengthier than anticipated haha oops #ask game #vasilisa speaks #emily🌸

[gluteus-canis-familiaris]

Hey there, it's your HBO War Secret Santa! Super excited to create something for you, and I hope you're well! Quick question if it's not too much trouble - do you have a list of your favorite fics for each pairing? Have a good one :)

Anon Santaaaaa I am SO incredibly sorry for how late this reply is!!! I was launched into a new rotation at the hospital that had me drowning and sent my last 2 brain cells into chaos for the past 2 weeks, but that’s really no excuse and I’m sorry for the inconvenience!! Totally understandable if you’d rather not take these answers into consideration given how long they took to get here, and please rest assured that I’m always happy with anything and everything when it comes to hbowar <3 also additional apologies if I missed some of the pairings I listed when I answered the form, I answered it in the middle of a 24-hour duty day so I really only had 1 brain cell in attendance at the time hahaahjksfakdsf but here goes! (you didn’t need reasons for why I liked the fics but I ended up putting them anyway woops HAHAHA)

Brad/Nate

- Not Yet Wise by streetsuss_serenade >>> one of the first GK fics I latched onto, and I think it will stick with me for the rest of my life akjdfafsdjkd  the way it captures Nate’s internal struggles!!!!! ARGH!!

- Leading the Way by nogoaway >>> I loved the lives the author built for both Brad and Nate outside of what we know and see in GK, how they gave cues on the passing of time with the cultural references they chose to include, and how so much of the emotional beats were shown rather than explicitly spelled out by the characters :(((((

- Aftermath, USA by traveller >>> for the angst!!!! I am an absolute sucker for this brand of angst!!! - Do No Harm by NoMomImTotallyNotReadingPorn >>> a lovely hospital AU with hospital shenanigans!!!

- left in the hands of the living by dykealore >>> where would I be without recommending my most beloved author!! the EMOTIONS and heart-wrenching flashbacks while also Making Marvel Better is everything ;_;  

 

Andy/Eddie (these were the fics that came to mind but I would absolutely die for anything andy/eddie related at all hahaha)

- The Holy Vow of a Teenage Kiss by rivlee >>> the best romcom vibes with this one!!

- straight on til morning by seabright >>> I didn’t even think I was looking for crossover fics when it came to the pacific but I took a chance on this one and it WRECKED me—the slow build up of their friendship and love with the constant threat of war in the background aaaargh !! not rly relevant but this fic single-handedly got me back into HP after what must be 10 years of not engaging in the fandom waaah

- The Church of Saint Andrew by hillbilled >>> still ongoing and still continuously hurting me aksjdfhkjadhsfadsf  the reincarnations of andy over time and how he comes together with eddie in different ways is so riveting and painful and I don’t want it to end

 

(sorry I don’t have more for BoB at this moment, not for lack of fic out there, but more that I haven’t visited the tag to look for new ones in a while huhu)

Babe/Roe

- By Small and Small by luxover >>> once again I am a sucker for hospital AUs and big happy bar scenes what can I sayyyyyy

- A Softer War by twelve_pastels >>> take me to the bayouuuu this fic is so soft and lovely &lt;3

- Till the Day is Born by rum4life >>> not Babe/Roe-centric since it’s a trilogy crossover, and hot daaamn the complexity of the Babe/Roe/Doc Bryan triangle alone is enough for me to rec this, but everything else about it was such a wild and gripping read as well!!

 

Winnix

- It Happened One Night by raquelpillo >>> hngh! no ! words !

#hbo war #secret santa #once again anon Im really sorry for the lateness :(((( #generation kill #the pacific #band of brothers #bradnate #andyeddie #baberoe #winnix #THESE LUVUBUB LUFFS #thank you anon! #I just got a letter ♪ wonder who it's from ♪

[otherperson12]

"One last game" a Band of Brothers D-day Tribute

It was time for him to be with his brothers again.

I was afraid to publish it and did not do so until now. I made a playlist that is excellent to listen to while you read (actually while I was writing and listening to the playlist I cried a lot).

You can read it in Ao3 with the same title

When he opened his eyes he felt energetic, healthy and jovial. It was strange to remember how he had felt the previous day before going to bed, his knees and knuckles had ached from the cold, his body no longer felt heavy or short of breath. His body no longer felt heavy or short of breath in his lungs. Was he dreaming? He got out of bed and looked around. He was not in his bed. Well, yes it was his bed but it wasn't the same bed he had gone to sleep in; he was in a wooden shack with poor metal cots of hard mattresses lining the walls leaving a small aisle in between. He stood static at the realization, he didn't want to move because he feared waking up from what could be a dream. He didn't want to believe it. He couldn't believe it but deep down he knew where he was. He knew it would be soon but not that night. Laughter could be heard from outside, it was laughter he hadn't heard in many years. The door opened and he found Carwood Lipton who, just as he looked in 45', smiled at him and pointed to the door.

"We've been waiting for you," he remarked softly.

That's when he really knew. As he passed he shook his friend's hand and walked out of the barracks. The sun blinded him for a second and when he got used to the light he saw everything. Everyone. All young again, those who died, the wounded, the lost. Accompanied by their wives or girlfriends, Warren 'Skip' Muck was sitting next to his beloved Faye Tanner as they laughed, that made him very happy. Suddenly, someone ran up to him and enveloped him in an affectionate and tight embrace, his beloved wife Ida was there. And he kissed her with all the desire he had held back for two long, endless years. Little by little, everyone began to approach him, patted his shoulder and shook his hand. "It's about time, man" "It's been a long time, buddy." Major Winters, Lieutenant Nixon, Doc Roe, Bull, Martin, Luz. They all approached in their spotless uniforms and some with baseball gloves in hand. Bill Guarnere and Joe Toye, with their legs intact held out a beer and a bat.

"Just in time for one last game."

He smiled, again surrounded by his brothers, and raised the beer: "Currahee!"

On December 3, 2021, Douglas made known the passing of his father, retired Colonel Edward Shames had died peacefully at the age of 99. The last living officer of Easy Company of the 2nd Battalion of the 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment of the 101st Airborne Division. He found it reassuring to learn that, his father was old and he knew there wasn't a day that went by that he didn't remember the comrades, friends and brothers he served with from Toccoa to the Eagle's Nest. Now he was with them.

Personal Comment

I don't have any kind of direct emotional or cultural closeness to World War II or Easy Company, no more than what I saw vaguely in history classes in school or with the movies and series I've seen throughout my life. Not with that, but with Band of Brothers. I don't remember the first time I saw it, I was about seven or so, my dad had shown the series to my older brother who then showed it to us younger kids. As I got older I couldn't remember where I had seen that image of soldiers parachuting in, or where the word "Currahee" or something called "Band of Brothers" rang a bell, and it wasn't until February of this year that I remembered it all. I don't know where the idea to watch the series came from, but we did. With my mom and siblings, sitting in the living room we watched the whole series and it all came back to me. It was as if a childhood memory had been unlocked for me - and it was really just that, a childhood memory - those nights when I would sneak into my brothers' room and we would watch both Band of Brother and The Pacific late into the night fearing that our mom would open the door and find us awake. That was pure adrenaline. I watched both series. I did my own research and reading, and I still can't understand it the same way other people do. My country did not participate in WWII, I have respect for it all but I still do not, and probably never will, understand the war in the same way that Allied or Axis countries do. This series reminds me of the innocence of a child who watched only a series with no backstory, a child who shared the experience of watching it with her siblings and did it again ten years later. Now, at almost nineteen, I try to understand the bravery and dedication of these men to their country.

#band of brothers #hbo war #original writing #eugene roe #dick winters #bill guarnere #d day #ww2 #edward shames #band of brothers book #tribute #george luz #art #david webster #joseph liebgott #babe heffron #skip muck #donald malarkey #Spotify

[hbowardaily]

-> HBO War Daily’s 500 Followers Celebration

“Echo” by Jason Walker

-> @vintagelavenderskies asked: “hello!!! for the 500 followers celebration, could i get something for eugene roe with something from the song "echo" by jason walker??? 💜💜💜”

*caps are by @tvserie-s-world

#*ouredit #*500followers #band of brothers #edits #hbo war #hbo series #hbo band of brothers #doc roe #eugene roe #by jj #ILY KRYSTA ENJOY THIS MY BELOVED

[asks-n-trolls]

favorite troll from different blogs? you got em?

i have so fucking MANY

since im in call with them they go first.

Chase sasster's Smash♥, Aneixe, Pap, and Linnal

ask-the-troll-boys' Ketzan, MN, Velzka and Fatome

Roe BEN, VEYLIN, FRANKY, SIBLEY, KIYANAAAAA

Whatthefantroll GENNY!!!!♥♥♥♥, Bess!!, Spiral, Ametta, medjug <3

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Cadavertrolls All of the Damask bitches, Rotten, Appius, Motoroil

Jazztrolls BOTCHE, Thrive, Jojo, Visper, Kiuriiiii ♥♥

Astrumocs Jejune!, Julius, Excirz ♥♥

Sunnetrolls Planhz, the shepard my beloved, Ark!!!!, ABBIE <3333

Indig0trolls BAXTER, Aedhir, Trixie ♥♥...Murien hehehe

makerpreserveus OSCARR♥♥, Jareth, Demtry, Peteuh ♥

quiescent-trolls GORDON duh♥, Harvey

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just-more-trolls SEAELL, ADRIAAAAAAAAAAN♥♥♥♥♥, Celest ♥, Kaycie, Aether

jocktrolls GRIPS PAKELE,McLari, oh my hands and knees for Mo

nihoniums-fantrolls Slatum, MARTEAAAAAAA, Nigrip ofc

ask-the-sharps Zemnir ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, NARGOT, Volkar ♥♥

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Metzer all ur dumb little bitches+ichi ♥

#THERES MORE BUT FOR NOW THIS IS ALL #ooc post

[infinitegalahad]

Please can I request "I don't care that you are sick, I'll still kiss you" with Martin? Thanks❤️❤️

SICK CALL

Prompts: "I don't care if you're sick, I'll still kiss you"

Gif Credit: @carwoodliptcn-blog

Summary: You get an unexpected visitor one night who helps distract you from your sickness.

Word Count: 1.7k

Notes: GN! Reader. Franny my beloved❣️Enjoy this sweet treat! Also good luck on your exams! YOU GOT THIS!

Taglist: @tvserie-s-world @now-im-a-belieber @50svibes @ricksmorty @pennyllanne @ask-you-what-sir @web-gott

Masterlist

Cold. If you were to describe what you were feeling, it was fucking cold. Despite the blankets and the spare jackets the men of easy company had wrapped around you, the cunning chill of Foy still got to you. You missed having a high temperature since it was the one thing keeping you warm. The sharp pain in your chest lingered, and it felt as if someone was standing on your chest and occasionally pressing down. With the child, fatigue, and sharp pain, you were confined in the sacristy of an abandoned church on a couch. It was where Doc Roe was located, and he would do his occasional checkups on you. The Sacristy was where the priests would keep sacred vessels and come to prepare before mass. Every time you’d wake up, you’d be greeted with the statue of a stone angel. Religion wasn’t something you did, but waking up to see an angel look upon you, gave you time to question whether it was all real or not.

Luz would come by to make sure you were okay, along with some shitty joke, and a few easy boys would pop in to pay their condolences.

Webster had been kind enough to give you a spare book he picked up at the hospital. The Great Gatsby wasn’t your favorite, but anything would help past the time and the amount of phylum you’d puke up. As you neared the part where Nick was going to see Daisy at the Gatsby mansion, a knock caused you to lookup.

“Who’s there?” You sniffled, putting the book down. The room was only lit by wax candles, and it was too dark to see anything.

Johnny peered from the corner, “It’s just me, peanut.”

You let out a sigh of relief, “Oh. Come in.”

Johnny welcomed himself in and looked around the candlelit room before looking down at you, red-eyed and pale. “Shit, it’s been two weeks, and you’re still fucked up. Are you feeling any better?”

“Eh, a little. I can walk a little bit, and the fever’s gone away. Doc says a few more days and I’ll be set to go. Good as new. Here,” As you were about to get out of your chair, Johnny grumbled and walked over, gently pushing you back down.

“Don’t test your luck. You damn replacements. A week ago when you tried to walk, you fainted and almost hit your head. Think, peanut. Think.”

You observed Johnny as he went back to the main cable, stirring something in a cup. You had met the small angry man through Bull when you came in as a fresh-faced replacement. Most of the men in Easy Company didn’t want to deal with you, and you understood why. Bull, intimating as he was, showed a gentle side and helped you and the fellow recruits get adjusted. Along with Bull came Johnny Martin, who on first meeting called you a “trigger happy idiot”. With his glare, you kept your head down and stayed quiet. But out of all of the replacements, Johnny was the nicest to you-and it was his “way” of being nice. He acted like a mother hen wherever you did something, and always reprimanded you for being too impulsive.

One night, Johnny went full-on off on you for a silly little mistake-causing you to walk out pissed off, tears running down your face in frustration. Bull had told him, and Johnny did something out of character. He found you, apologised for being an “asshole” and that he was just “looking out for you”, and walked out. Ever since then, the two of you never brought it up.

Johnny walked over with a steaming cup in his hand, nudging it with your shoulder. You blinked a few times and took it, looking down to see the contents.

“It’s tea. Doc said you had a sore throat,” Johnny explained, “Said it’ll help with the chest pain.”

You had eaten or drinken anything besides water in days. Not because you didn’t want to eat, but because you couldn’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to eat a bite of food without it coming up. Shaking your head, you put it to the side.

“No, I can’t-”

“Yes, you can.” Johnny sighed and put the mug back into his hand, “Drink it. Your dehydrated-”

“I’m fine-”

“You're not fine! You nearly died two weeks ago! We thought you weren’t gonna make it. You held it in, told nobody, and died all because you didn’t want help. You don’t think things through-” Johnny pulled up a chair and sat right across from you, “Now you're gonna drink that whole damn thing.”

Eventually, after being stubborn, you took small sips from the cup. The peppermint eased the inflammation in your throat. Johnny rested his hands on the back of the chair, which faced you, watching you finish the whole cup.

“Look at you. It wasn’t hard. How do you feel?”

You looked to the side, crossing your arms, “Better.”

Johnny raised an eyebrow, “See? I told you so.”

A weak wheeze came from your throat, “Hardy Har, old man.”

Wheezing wasn’t a good idea, and you ended up hacking a storm of spit. Your head was ringing with pain, and your chest and throat once again felt like they were on fire. The chills returned, and you clattered your teeth.

Johnny saw the window that was open and got up, a tirade of curses as he shut the window.

“Who left that open?” Johnny asked, demanding an answer.

“B-babe,” You mumbled, pulling the blankets closer.

Johnny shook his head, “Does that Irish bastard-never mind. Here, let me look for more blankets. I-”

“No, Johnny. Can you stay?” You weakly asked. Johnny stopped at the door to turn to look at you. Johnny sees your clammy cheeks turn a rosy shade as you bury your face into the blanket. He knows what you’re asking as you move over on the couch, making enough room for Johnny.

“Oh. That. I mean. Yeah, sure.” Johnny says as he walks over and takes up the vacant space on the couch. His warm body crashes right next to you. Immediately, he can feel your head on your chest and you make a cute noise of approval. It was a little awkward for Johnny at first. Like you, his cheeks were going red with his thoughts racing. Out of the replacements, you were his favorite, and that was saying a lot. No matter what, the two of you always ended up together. Johnny knew he was hard on you. He had to be for a reason. He cared, and he didn’t know what other way to express it besides tough love-if that is what people would call it.

Johnny could still feel the goosebumps and shivers on his skin. Letting out a long sigh, he put an arm over you and pulled you close. You guys were huddling for warmth, and it was as simple as that. His arm that was wrapped around you stopped you from shivering. There was a comfortable silence between the two of you as you laid in Johny’s chest and his hand rested on your shoulder.

One of the wax candles on top of the stacked books illuminated the angel statue that looked down at you. Johnny took notice, and cringed.

“Shit, this religious memorabilia freaks me out. I wasn’t one for it much.”

“Yeah, I’ve had to wake up to that thing for two weeks. Imagine how I feel.” You mumbled into his chest, and Johnny scuffed your messy hair. You looked at the angel and titled your head, “I’ve started thinking about it though. If you know,this all means something. If me, you, all of us were put on earth for this reason.”

The bug-eyed man looked down to the side, his thumb drawing circles on your shoulder. He thought about his response, not making eye contact with you. “Well, I ain’t no religious guy, but I know what you were given this life because you were strong enough to live it.”

Your big, widened eyes look up at Johnny as a soft smile appears on your face, “Wow. You're not joking, right?”

“What? No. I-” Johnny takes a sigh before continuing, “Listen, peanut. I know I’m a hardass. And I know it’s annoying. But I...care about you, a lot. You mean a lot to me.”

Johnny’s hand is now resting on the back of your head, your hair slipping between his fingers. Your eyes are following every word that comes out of his lip, and your faces both inch closer. The next thing you know your lips both collided. It was soft and passionate. Your hand wrapped around your shoulders for support as he sucked on your chapped lips. It most certainly brought warmth to you in the cold, depressing night of Foy.

You both separated for a breath. You looked down and touched your lips, in disbelief that the man that called you an impulsive idiot had made out with you.

“Johnny…” You said, and he looked down at you with attentive eyes, “Did you just say you...loved me?”

“Ding-dong. I thought you were the smart one of the group,” Johnny gave you a smile, patting your head once again, “Yeah, I guess I do.”

“Listen, I loved the kiss, but you know I’m sick...and that pneumonia is potentially transmittable…” You pointed up.

Johnny rolled his eyes, "I don't care that you are sick, I'll still kiss you. Besides, there’s a lot more of those to come."

Johnny should’ve trusted your judgment, because, within the next week, he came down with a fever and a pain in his chest. He rested in the same place you did, blankets around him, and one hell of a fucking cough. Not to mention, he was fucking freezing. He wished you had stayed sick a little longer so you could accompany him.

But every time you knocked with a book or cup or a smile on your face, Johnny would look at you and smile, his face going red. At that moment, he would feel a little less cold.

#carrie writes #band of brothers #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers imagine #johnny martin #johnny martin x reader #johnny martin imagine #hbo war #band of brothers masterlist

[mrsalwayswrite]

Safe (Eugene Roe x Reader)

Based on this post by @problematicfavesareproblematic​ because its too cute and I can’t help myself apparently. 

This is also my first Eugene Roe fic!! Yay!

All translations are via Google...someone please tell me if they are wrong! 

Warnings: angst? fluff? 

Words:1500

Tag list: @happyveday​ @evelynshelby​ @sydney-m​

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 "Get everyone in the trucks! Go! Go!" Winters commanded his men, walking down the line of waiting vehicles. 

 Doc Roe looked up from wrapping a bandage around a man's shoulder. He watched the men scurry around like ants after a child kicked their home in childish glee. 

 Operation Market Garden was collapsing around them. Since learning about the operation, while the other men cheered at the idea of Berlin by Christmas, Roe felt nauseous. Something about the operation did not sit well with him. Call it intuition or a sixth sense, he just knew it could not be that simple. Before they dropped into Holland, he had convinced all the medics he knew to bring extra bandages and morphine, anything they could get their hands on. He hoped it would be enough. 

 "Can you get up?"

 The Private grimaced, face pale. "Thank you, Doc. I'll find a seat myself."

 "We'll find you some morphine at the aid station." Roe nodded at the Private before starting along the line of trucks, eyes and ears open for the call of a medic. 

 He caught sight of Spina helping a limping Private onto a truck bed before climbing in himself to continue administering aid. As he continued, he checked people off his mental list. He saw Shifty, Moore, Liebgott, Ramirez, Tanner, Talbert...more and more raced back to the trucks, some with blood tainting their skin and uniforms. He would have to check on them later. 

 There was one face in particular he had not seen yet. 

 The further he walked, dodging men retreating, the more his heart pounded in his ears. She was supposed to be in the back. She was supposed to be safe. 

 "Non, non, non, où es-tu?" He whispered to himself, panic creeping under his skin. (No, no, no, where are you?)

Ever since she had been wounded in Carentan, Winters had kept her from the front lines unless absolutely necessary. Usually, she was holed up somewhere and watching the men's backs, using her sniper skills. Shifty may be their sniper on the ground, but she was their sniper from above. Their guardian angel. If she had been sent to assist...the situation was worse than Roe had previously thought. 

 Sometime between Toccoa and Aldbourne, he something shifted between them. He could not pinpoint an exact moment. It was somewhere in the lingering touches, the soft smiles exchanged, the comforting words and stories to cheer one another up...somehow, he had fallen in love. Now he needed her just as much as air. She was his lighthouse, his beacon of hope. She had to be safe. 

 Glancing to his left, he headed towards the truck with what looked like most of her platoon in it. "Luz! You seen y/n?"

 Luz looked down at him from his seat. "No, Doc. Last I saw she was protecting the retreat." Remorse and concern filled his eyes as he answered. They both knew what that meant. She would be the last to evacuate, the last to safety, the one most likely left behind. 

 Roe started running. 

 "Merde." He swore, eyes darting everywhere for a sign she was nearby, that she was alright. She had to be. It was that loyalty that he both loved and hated in her, how she would make sure "her boys" were safe, protecting their backs and lives, and in the process, be willing to sacrifice her own. 

 "Y/n! Y/n!" He began calling out in desperation. Ignoring the stares of some of the men, he wrestled internally with his own panic. His cries bordered on hysterical at this point. 

 They had never spoken those three little words to each other. Never put a name to what existed between them. They just were whatever the other one needed. Over the past two years, that grew until they were each other's world. How they sought each other out. How in a group, they always looked for the other first before anyone else. The quiet nights they cried together. 

 "Richardson! Is y/n with you?" 

 The man glanced around the back of the truck that he was waiting to jump into. "No, Doc. She missing?"

 Roe did not wait to reply. He kept moving. He had to. Otherwise the growing terror in his mind would consume him. "S’ll vous plaît, Que Dieu la laisse être en sécurité. S'il vous plaît."  (Please, God let her be safe. Please.)

 "Doc! Over here!" 

 He zeroed in on Toye's call at the last truck. Pushing anyone who got in his way, he raced to where Toye stood watching. Once Toye noticed him coming, he sat back down, turning back to the person sitting next to him. 

 Rounding the side, he felt his heart and mind restart as he saw her. She sat next to Toye and some other Private on the uncomfortable wooden bench, her beloved rifle in her lap. As if sensing him, she looked up to meet his gaze. A soft smile -his smile- touched her lips. The panic and terror threatening him vanished like a mist in the wind. 

 "Mon amour." He breathed out, relief flooding him. There was dirt smeared on one side of her face and a small cut on her chin. Otherwise she appeared fine, even if her clothes looked disheveled and dirty beyond saving. She was alive. (My love.) 

 Without a further word, he jumped up into the truck and knelt down in front of her. "Hey, you." He held her face in his hands, gazing into her eyes for a long moment before pressing their foreheads together. 

 "Hey you." She whispered back, her hands cupping his own face. He could taste her breath on his lips. "I'm alright, Gene. I promise."

 Leaning back, he ran a hand through her hair, wondering what happened to her helmet. Then he felt something wet and sticky on his fingers. Pulling his hand back, he saw blood on it...her blood. 

 Immediately he went into overbearing doctor mode. 

 "What happened?" He demanded, turning her head to the side and trying to find where the bleeding stemmed from. 

 "I'm fine."

 He glared at her before resuming his inspection. Carding his fingers through her hair for an extra second, he began inspecting underneath, silently praying it was minimal. He could not lose her. There was nothing gushing so that was a good sign. She still seemed coherent, her eyes were not dilated, other good signs. 

 "I just hit my head a little on a brick wall when one of those explosions went off. It's not a big deal."

 "Doll, shut up and let the man look you over." Toye drawled from beside her, watching the two in amusement. 

 Roe rolled his eyes as she stuck her tongue out at Toye. She winced when he touched a particular spot on the side of her head, hair matted with blood. After a moment, he leaned back on his knees and began digging through his medic bag. 

 "There’s a laceration but it doesn't look deep. You're lucky." He wrapped a bandage around the cut and her head to hold it there. Suppressing a chuckle, he continued to wrap it as she narrowed her eyes at him. She hated being fussed over. In his opinion, she could deal with it. She needed to get better...for both of their sakes. 

 The truck suddenly lurched, beginning its escape from Holland and the disastrous mission. 

 Roe shoved the Private next to her over, ignoring his protest, and slipped to her other side. Quietly he took her hand in his as his eyes scanned the others. He had been so focused on her; he did not even think about if any of the other men in the truck were injured. Luckily none were. 

 "I'm sorry I scared you. I had to help." She murmured, voice barely above the rumble of the trucks. 

 He sighed, squeezing her hand then pulled her closer into his side. "I know, mon amour, I know." He looked down, meeting those eyes he adored. "Doesn't mean I have to like it."

 She laid her head on his shoulder. "No, but you can't protect me from everything. This is war."

 "I can try. Tu es tout pour moi. J’ai besoin de toi à mes côtés. Toujours. Je promets après cette guerre de continuer à vous aimer et à vous chérir comme vous le méritez." The words poured forth, needing to be said, needing to be spoken aloud, even if just for his own sake. Though he meant them with all his heart. (You are everything to me. I need you by my side. Always. I promise after this war to continue to love and cherish you as you deserve.)

 "Gene, you know I don't speak French. It's not fair cause I wanna know what you're saying."

 "I'll teach you, y/n. I promise." He could not help but press a chaste kiss to the top of her head as they bounced along the road.

 Looking at the blue sky and clouds above, he prayed he would be able to fulfill both of his promises to her, that they would both make it through this war. Most of all, he prayed for her to be safe, even at the expense of his own life. 

#band of brothers #Band of Brothers fandom #band of brothers fanfic #eugene roe #doc roe #eugene roe x reader #doc roe x reader #joe toye #world war 2 #reader insert #hbo war #mzwrites

[keoghans]

Bradycardia / Grant!Davis series

Here we have yet another part of the series of my beloved new character Hannah Davis and my bOI Chuck Grant. This one is kinda lame but I still like it. 

Warnings: idk medical condition? 

Bastogne. Frozen hell on earth, located in Belgium. 

The cold seemed to never end, like Belgium only had one season. And the paratroopers were unprotected, underfed and almost under constant attack. 

Chuck held it in most of the time, except when Penkala, Muck and Malarkey were near. Those three always brought smiles and fun anecdotes for them to fill the down time. 

But the NCO spent the majority of his time alone in a foxhole, until he was told by Lipton to move, so Shifty and Malarkey would be in his. 

“Go with Hannah, she has been alone most days,” Lip said, “she needs some company, we all deserve some”.

He sighed, already feeling the dread of awkward conversations between him and Shifty’s friend. Hannah had always seemed like a nice woman, very tough for fighting for her place in the Forces, but they never exchanged that many words. 

But orders are orders and there is no place for questions.

As he got closer to her foxhole, he noticed the brunette brushing her hair with her fingers, her helmet hanging in her knee, reminding him of the times he had seen his mother brush her hair with her fingers after swimming in the local pool, where she took him and his brother for many summers. 

//

“Finally, some stinking ass shit called food for our bellies!” exclaimed Luz, filled with cynicism, as the men formed a queue with their tin cups in hand. 

“You would eat anything you can find that is slightly edible, Luz,” Skip joked, earning a push from the aforementioned paratrooper, the men laughing around them. 

Chuck stood between Christenson and Perconte, in complete silence, thinking about the meals he used to enjoy back in his house in Los Angeles. The onion salted beef with peas and potatoes his mother made, pulled chicken with the secret sauce his brother did, and those amazing burgers served at Old Rick’s in downtown. 

His stomach grumbled as the rest of his body shook from the cold. His face felt still as a rock, even though his head was covered with a scarf like a hiyab, he could feel the sharp teeth of Winter biting down his skin. Chuck wondered how the hell did they land in such place, without winter gear, without proper food, without a good amount of ammunition. 

He felt frustrated for the men he commanded, being Staff Sergeant, and he couldn’t protect them properly. Though he knew how the chain of command left even Winters unprotected, he wanted to scalate and yell at everyone who was supposed to send the men into war properly armed and prepared. 

“Medic! Roe!” a loud voice yelling came into notice, shaking him from his thoughts. McClung was running towards them, and silence fell upon the group of soldiers waiting for their dinner. 

“What’s going on? Are they attacking? I don’t hear anything!” Malarkey exclaimed, just a few feet from the group. 

“No, it’s Davis, I saw her in her foxhole. I—I thought she was asleep, so I shook her to wake her up and she just felt limp to the side… I think she’s—,” he stopped talking abruptly, his eyes wide open and shook. 

Without another word, Doc Roe, Winters, Shifty and Chuck ran towards her foxhole. 

Chuck shook with fear as he saw two other paratroopers around her body, sprawled across the snow. 

“I—I thought she was asleep, sir, I swear, I—Jesus,” Chuck said to Winters, as he fell to his knees to hold her head while Roe worked on her. 

Doc Roe opened her shirt up, revealing her chest and placed his ear in the middle of her breasts, asking everyone for silence, while Winters held her hand from the other side. 

“There’s a very faint sound, she’s probably in Bradycardia, I’m gonna try rubbing her chest. Chuck, talk to her, try to wake her up,” Eugene commanded, forming a fist with his right hand, and pressing up and down her chest.

“Hannah? Hannah, wake up, come on. It’s Chuck, I’m here, we have food, come on, please, wake up,” Chuck started, his voice dripping with worry. 

“Hannah, please, you need to wake up. It’s Shifty. Winters, Eugene and Chuck are here! Come on, we still have to fight, let’s go, Davis, come on!” Shifty added, applying pressure to her legs. 

“It’s not working, and she could lose it… there’s only one thing I can do right now,” Doc Roe said, and without waiting another second he made a tight fist with his right hand, charged it up and slammed it against the left side of her chest. 

Hannah suddenly woke up, taking a big breath in like she just came from underwater. She was panting, her hands were shaking as she took notice of the men around her. 

Chuck felt like his heart just came down from his throat, as one of her hands found his around her face. 

“Hannah? Listen to me, you were in syncope. Your pulse went so low from the cold, you passed out. I are you drinking enough water? Eating?” Eugene asked her, holding her hand as he took her pulse. 

She nodded silently, looking only at him.

“Well, we barely have food, Doc, I’m sure she’s eating as much as any of us, which isn’t much,” Shifty added.

“I’m sorry that I have to ask this but, are you menstruating by any chance?” Eugene asked. 

Another nod. 

“That could also explain what happened to you…” 

“Doc, take her to the Aid Station, get a hot meal, get her hydrated and get back here tomorrow. That’s an order, Davis, don’t come back until you’re fully recharged,” Winters ordered, somehow managing to balance firm and genuine concern in his voice. 

When the jeep came, Shifty lifted her up and placed her on the front, while Doc Roe took a seat next to the wheel, still holding onto one of her hands. 

“Wait! Sir, can I go in Eugene’s place? Shifty can cover my place, or Penkala, he’s nearby with Luz and Muck,” Chuck asked Dick, taking off his helmet. 

“Grant, we—,”

“Sir, I should’ve checked on her better, she could be dead right now because I didn’t look out for her as I should’ve… and we all do that with each other. I want to be there now, please… sir,” Chuck insisted. Winters stared at him for a moment, noticing the worry in his eyes and his tone of voice. 

“Tell the nurses there exactly what the Doc said, and never leave her side. Find food for both and don’t come back, like I said, until she has at least some colour in her skin,” Dick said, signaling Eugene to get off the jeep. 

“Thank you, Sir, thank you,” the NCO replied, taking Eugene’s place.

“Ask for Renee, tell her I sent you, she’ll help you,” Eugene said before the jeep drove away.

//

“Here, hot meals like Winters said,” Chuck said. He came back with Renee, placing a small battered plate in front of Hannah, who looked exhausted, but with some color back in her skin. 

“Thank you,” she said, sitting up against the wall. Both were sitting in the back of the church, where the soldiers with minor injuries stayed. “So, bradycardia, bleeding and dehydration… and I almost died?”

“Bradycardia isn’t that bad, just… it’s like your body went into hibernation, and the bleeding from your period didn’t help. Which brings me to this,” Renee replied, and pulled a few pads made from fabric that look like the bandages Roe used to cover wounds, “They’re sanitary serviettes. I managed to find a few and cleansed them in hot water, for you,” she explained, placing them in the pocket of her jacket. 

“Thank you, Renee, really,” Hannah said, finding some comfort in another woman who understood her problem. Renee squeezed her arm with a warm smile and left to keep helping the other soldiers. 

“You look better…” Chuck started, sitting next to her, “Listen, I’m sorry I didn’t notice at first, I… I really thought you were deep asleep and since you haven’t been sleeping well in the last few days, I just thought I’d get food for both and come back to the hole, and well—,”

“Chuck, it’s okay, really. You’re not a medic, you’re not supposed to know this shit can happen…” Hannah said, taking a bite of her food. She noticed the concern in his eyes before, but wasn’t strong enough to speak. “You think I can snatch a purple heart for this?” she joked, making Chuck snort.

“I’m sure Gordon can spare another one, or we’ll just steal it from his stuff,” he replied, smiling at her. 

Chuck took notice of her smile, suddenly. How some of her teeth were slightly crooked, how her nose crinkles and the corner of her lips twitches while she laughs. 

But he promptly caught himself, clearing his throat and pulled his attention back to the conversation and his food. 

“God, I miss my grandma’s cooking so much right now,” Hannah said, looking down at the plate. 

“I miss my mother’s. But at least we didn’t have to eat those disgusting beans we get served on the field,” Chuck replied, passing her a bit of bread. 

“Would it be bad to reveal that I had a syncope on purpose so we would have a better meal?” Hannah joked, earning a small push from Chuck. 

“Don’t even joke about it, I was scared shitless… don’t tell anyone I just said that,” Chuck said, looking at her a tad sternly. Hannah smiled to ease up his worry. 

“Sergeant, you did help me wake up, and came here with me. If something ever happens to you, I’ll be there too. Just… try not to get bradycardia or shot, okay, you’re probably a lot heavier than me and I don’t wanna have to carry you,” she responded, chuckling. 

“Are you calling me fat?”

“Well, you’re no Skinny Sisk”. 

“Anyways, if anything happens to me, I’ll be sure to be near someone that can carry me; like Lt. Speirs or Doc Roe,” Chuck said, and kept eating with Hannah, cracking jokes every now and again. 

#chuck grant #chuck grant imagine #chuck grant x oc #chuck grant one shot #band of brothers #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers one shot #my work #nolan hemmings #damian lewis #peter youngblood hills #rocky marshall #shane taylor #fanfic #fanfiction #hbo war #hbo #hbo war fanfiction

[fromcrossroadstoking]

Chocolate Bar Delivery Service

Just a little thing that takes place after the Hershey bar scene. You know the one. 

In other words - Luz delivers the precious few Hershey bars.

Tags: @gottapenny @itisjustmethistime @indigosandviolets 

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When Luz finally returned he was surprised to see that not only was Perconte still in one piece but, miracuously, all five Hershey bars were still there.

"Ha! Nice work Perco! Knew I could depend on you," he grinned at Perconte as he grabbed up the Hershey bars and shoved them in his pockets

"Hey! The hell you doing? I risked my life protecting those!”

Luz yelled over his shoulder, "Yeah, yeah! And you did good. Be back in a bit, alright?", as he headed back out the door.

He made his way to the little aid station the docs had set up a few houses down. Whenever Hershey bars came in, no matter the amount, the docs always got one. It was one of Luz's unspoken rules. He figured the poor fucks who had to run around unarmed in the middle of a war saving everyone's asses deserved Hershey bars at the very least.

Inside the aid station, Roe sat quietly in a corner, cleaning a pair of scissors with a scrap of cloth, and staring ahead in to nothing.

"Hey Doc, got a present for you," Luz announced as he held out one of the bars.  

No response.

Luz reached out and grabbed Roe's arm, startling Roe out of his thousand yard stare.

"Doc? Hershey bar?"

"Thank you Luz," came the quiet response as Roe finally took the chocolate. The small smile paired with sad eyes was damn near heartbreaking. 

He needs something more than goddamn chocolate. Maybe a year long vacation, thought Luz as he turned towards the other man in the room.

"Don't worry, got one for you too Spina," Luz tossed a chocolate bar to Spina as he added, "As always. Gotta take care of the docs."

"Thanks Luz!"

Luz winked as he turned and headed out the door, on to his next destination.

~

Entering the next house on his list, Luz was relieved to find Liebgott alone, sitting on the floor against a wall, writing a letter. Luz could only imagine the riot if there were witnesses to what happened next.

"Hey Lieb, heads up'" Luz called out as he tossed a Hershey bar to Liebgott.

Liebgott caught it, dropping his pencil and papers in the process.

"What's this?"

"It's a goddamn Hershey bar." Luz couldn't help the slight exasperation in his statement as he slid down the wall to sit next to Lieb.

"Fuck, Luz. Guess you ain't so bad after all," teased Liebgott as he happily tore in to the chocolate bar.

"Yeah, well, you're still an asshole."

Luz sighed and lit a cigarette. The two men sat there for a while in companionable silence as Liebgott shoved chocolate in his mouth and went back to writing.

Luz glanced over and squinted, trying to read Liebgott's tiny cramped writing.

"You writing to an ant?"

"Fuck you Luz."

"Well who the hell else can read writing that goddamn small?! Unless whoever you're writing to enjoys reading through a microscope or a magnifying glass..."

"It's how I write! The fuck do you care for?! I'm not writing to you! My mom can read it just fine!"

Luz held up his hands in mock surrender, "alright, alright! Jesus Christ calm down. I'm sure your mom loves your preciously tiny handwriting."

Liebgott flipped him off and went back to writing. Luz finished his cigarette and leaned his head back against the wall. He intended to close his eyes for just a moment, but quickly fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, his head was leaning on Liebgott's shoulder and the sun was beginning to set. Picking his head up, he wiped a bit of drool from the corner of his mouth.

"Fuck! Luz, I thought I felt something wet!" Liebgott looked down at the wet spot on his sleeve in disgust.

Luz snorted, "You could have just woken me up."

"Yeah, well you seemed like you needed a nap," Liebgott attempted to shrug off his small act of kindness.

Luz clapped him on the shoulder as he stood up to go, "Thanks Lieb." 

Stretching, he made his way to the door and towards his final destination.

~

Luz was pretty sure there wasn't a single person in the whole of Easy Company that didn't have a soft spot for Shifty and Skinny. The two of them were like peas in a pod - easygoing, caring, helpful, beloved by all. And that's why Luz chose them to be the recipients of the last two Hershey bars.

As usual, the two of them were together, sitting at a table in a basement of one of the houses, cleaning their weapons. Shifty was regaling Skinny with another one of his hunting stories when Luz walked in. Thankfully, the only other people in the room, Popeye and Talbert, appeared to be fast asleep.

"Hey kids, who wants a treat?" Luz sat down at the table with a smile.

Skinny raised an eyebrow in curiosity, "Depends. What kind of treat?"

Luz pulled the Hershey bars from his pocket and held them up for Shifty and Skinny to see.

"Of course, if these aren't your cup of tea, I could always wake up Tab and Popeye and see if they want them."

Skinny hurriedly snatched the bars out of Luz's hands and handed one over to Shifty.

"Thanks Luz, but I think we can manage to eat these ourselves just fine."

"Thank you Luz! It's just the pick me up we needed," Shifty's smile was soft and sincere.

Luz nodded as he stood up to leave.

"Leaving already? You just got here," Skinny managed through a mouthful of chocolate.

"Yeah, pretty sure I left Perco holding down the fort long enough." Really, Luz was almost positive Perconte was going to kill him for taking off for so long.

Luz headed off, back to Perconte and the rest of the supplies, a smile on his face.

And Hershey bars distribution complete!, Luz thought as he walked along the street in the dwindling sunlight, humming some tune from a John Wayne movie.

#george luz #eugene roe #joe liebgott #skinny sisk #shifty powers #ralph spina #band of brothers #frank perconte #band of brothers fanfiction #band of brothers fanfic #i wrote a thing

[miraclealignersv]

Soon (Eugene Roe x Reader)

a/n: this wasn’t requested but I did promise @itisjustmethistime to write some Doc Roe stuff once I regenerated all three of my brain cells. THIS ONES FOR YOU AND IM SORRY ITS LATE, apparently it takes two weeks to regenerate a single brain cell. Also I wrote this at 1 am so I’m sorry for any errors I’m just really tired.

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Also this is based off Soon by Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. This song makes me cry and I love it more than anything (also I love Frankie Valli and the four seasons but y’all knew that)

Le Tag List: @gottapenny @wexhappyxfew @medievalfangirl @bandofmarvels @starryrevelations @snafus-peckuh @etainlord

He had promised to come home. The night he had left a crying y/n with tear stained cheeks, lip trembling as he walked away from her. But he had promised to be home and in her arms soon.

Oh, soon

Oh, I'll be home again

Y/n still remembered the last time their lips met, how warm his touch was against her skin. Eugene held her tightly and embraced the last few seconds they had together. He wanted to remember the sweet smell of lavender ander and vanilla, he wanted to remember every single little thing about his lover.

He didn’t know if he would be back. Eugene would never say that out loud, it broke his heart to even think about never seeing y/n again. But still he promised to come back to her.

“You come back to me whole, you hear me Eugene?” She pointed a finger at him, trying her best to sound tough. Her voice breaking as she saw his facial expressions soften, the tears in her eyes welling as the realization that her beloved fiancé was leaving.

Soon, hey, darling

Wait 'til then

Soon, soon

I'll make it worthwhile

Often he would think about the last encounter. Surrounded by death and men in pain only made him suffer. The nightmares would keep him awake, the guilt and burden he would carry left scars so deep. The only thing that kept him sane were the letters y/n would delicately write. All of them telling him how much she missed him and loved them. All of them stained with tears.

Don't cry, try to get by

There were nights that Y/n would look up at the starry night, in hopes that maybe he was looking up at the same stars. Her heart softly thudding against her chest as she thought of the first kiss they had shared under the stars, his hand laced with hers. As he so delicately placed his lips on hers, a thousand sparks flying the second their lips met for the first time.

It had been what seemed decades since she had seen the love of her life. All she had were his letters, letters that in detail would describe how much he missed her. He never talked about the war and what he had seen, it was always about what he was looking forward to when he got back home and into her arms.

“...you and I under the stars...”

Soon, we'll watch

The sun go down

There will be a

Thousand stars around

Months of not hearing from Eugene made y/n worry. Her mind racing at the thought of something happening to the love of her life. Slowly, with the days, we would lose her mind bit by bit. Writing more than a dozen letters, she was desperate to know anything about him.

Until a single letter arrived, and her worries all disappeared. Her lover from thousands of miles away was never injured but always thinking about her.

Even after Bastogne and the lives lost, the dozen of letters he had received from his worried Fiancée gave him a sense of relief. At the end of everything bad, she would always be there for him. Even if he was really on the other side of the world, they promised each other.

Oh, just imagine

Me and you, what we can do

Soon, so soon

Didn't we both make a vow

Darling, don't break it now

It's much too soon

The letters became more frequent, Y/n sensed that the love of her life would be home and in her arms. Eugene often reassuring her that the second he arrived he would marry her. It was a promise he had made her even before he enlisted.

The gorgeous band on her ring finger was a sign of promise in their relationship. Reminding her that Eugene Roe was coming home to her, because he promised.

Sometimes Eugene would close his eyes and picture the day of his arrival. Y/n would run to him and wrap her arms so tightly around him, never wanting to let go. And they would stay like that forever, and he would never in his life leave her again. He would think about the life after, the life him and the love of his life would build. And every time, his heart would melt.

I'll take you by the hand

Soon, you'll wear

My wedding band

Soon, soon, soon

No tear stained pillows

Holding the last letter she had received up to her chest, y/n breathed in deeply as the hot tears streamed down her cheeks. A heavy sigh as she thought about Eugene and the last time she saw him.

Closing her eyes she shut them tightly, it couldn’t be. This was all a dream and she would soon wake up to the annoying chirping from outside. Before opening them again she wanted to enjoy the feeling before it was ruined.

For you, darling

I'll be home soon

Opening her eyes slowly she skimmed down to the bottom of the page. A smile on her lips as she read the last line: “I’m coming home”

Darling, I'll be home soon

Wait and see

Darling, I'll be home soon

#band of brothers imagine #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers #eugene roe imagine #eugene roe x reader #eugene roe

[eliminativism]

If you don't mind, I'd like to ask for your opinion on this: takimag(.)com/article/top_10_trump_myths_gavin_mcinnes#axzz4WT8GdY44

McInnes is a partisan provocateur, like Milo Yannopoulos. I wouldn’t take what he writes too seriously.

We are already beyond McCarthyism - the alt-rightists and neo-nationalists on tumblr are so far gone that they cannot read a single thing in the press they don’t like without mocking it as fake news. They are worse than feminists - and I say that as someone who has an anti-feminist with very radical anti-feminist stances for three years. You basically cannot get more anti-feminist than I am.

And I consider feminists more redeemable than people like McInnes lately.

The truth is that while the press has problems, you cannot throw everything out of the window without checking. But the “parallel media”, aka right-wing news blogs, have established themselves among their audience to provide any kind of lazy copy-pasting to show “the left media” is wrong, regardless of whether it’s accurate, as long as it reeinforces the biases of their audience. You can find whole networks right-wing blogs for anything, with vast databases of sources they built up - for the world being flat, for chemtrails being used to poison the population, that the world is cooling down and global warming is a hoax, that Noah’s flood was real, that Trump is a reasonable individual.

I have spoken against such falsehoods repeatedly, and always I have found people to be more stubborn and hostile than even a rabbid SJW could be - often from people who would love to point out how ridiculous SJWs are.

Simple fallacy: Just because one other position is wrong does not allow you to conclude your position is right.

Feminism and the new right follows the same human tendencies: The tendencies to see patterns, to see themselves as victims and deserving of more than they have etc.

The “left-wing media” is basically the right-wing’s patriarchy. Lot’s of plausible sounding platitudes with some enacdotal evidence here and there, but nothing overarching.

But maybe back to your link.

What McInnes does here is that he specifically picks a few things he can challenge to some degree and then makes the blatant statement that he is always right and the “left” is always wrong. Let’s break it down.

1) This statement by Trump has been blown out of proportion by the media, but it is also not what is really important about Trump’s assumed sexual crimes.

He has been accused of rape by three different women - a business partner, his ex-wife and a thriteen year old.

The case of the thirteen year old occurred in the 90s in connection with a party of Jeffrey Epstein, who is a good friend of Trump - a convicted sex criminal who has an investment company which is offering financial product specifically for billionaires.

Trump was never convicted - he did donate a large sum of money to the persecutor who was supposed to handle the case of the 13 year old and the case was abbandoned - so one cannot say that he is guilty.

But considering that the neo-nationalists have been going crazy over Pizza-Gate, I wonder why the story about Epstein’s parties, in which the candidates for an underage model agency of his attended, and who, according to the organiser, had to give blowjobs to Epstein’s friends, including Trump, to get “a better chance” at a modeling career, would not spark the same interest. Hmmmmmmmmmm....

https://de.scribd.com/doc/316341058/Donald-Trump-Jeffrey-Epstein-Rape-Lawsuit-and-Affidavits

The case had a hearing on 16th of decembre. Maybe it is just a story of someone who hopes to get money, maybe there’s more to it. We’ll have to see what comes of it.

2) Maybe, maybe not. It would fit to Trump’s personality to mock someone for that, but I wouldn’t say that it shows a disdain for the disabled. He might have just considered it some strange antics of the reporter, without even thinking about a disability. But Trump’s dedicated enemies interpreted it in the most unflattering way possible.

3) “ I’ve been an entrepreneur my whole life. You’re pretty much looking at 12 failures for every successful venture“

This is ridiculous and shows that McInness is out of touch or lying.

Maybe such ventures with many bancruptcies is typical for a very small group of millionaire investors who are working in an American business climate where money is fast and loose.

But that has nothing to do with the normal economy. I have relatives who are entrepreneurs and business-owners, but all middle class, not upper class. Not one of them has ever grown bankrupt once. And those who do grow bankrupt in this field never recuperate - they have their debts to pay off for their whole life and hope their children don’t inherit the debts. And even if they recover, people are skeptical of making business with them further on.

Trump belongs to a financial class which is called “locusts”. They don't lose money from going bankrupt, they profit from going bankrupt. They never pay their debts - you know who stays with the debts? The small businesses Trump had contracts with, which he never payed and which he will get away with for never paying, because he can delay the court cases longer than small-businesses who barely have enough to continue to exist.

4) Everyone outsorces production to other countries when it makes sense.

That Trump does it is not the deal, the ridiculousness comes from Trump’s claim that he will bring the jobs back to America.

Yeah, he can... if the Americans are paid e.g. Chinese wages. Which will be an interesting enterprise with the costs of living in the US.

There is no system of encouragement behind outsourcing - with the additional cost of transport and the difficulty of running a business at a country you don’t speak the language of, and the often unstable legal situation in these low-wage countries, everything already speaks against producing there - but companies still do it because it makes economic sense. And it has been going on for so long that it shows it works.

Trump is not a hypocrit, he’s just a retard, like everyone else who believes that one can reverse that trend.

I mean, either that, or a Stalinist.

You would have to bring so much government control into businesses that you would basically disable capitalism if you wanted to dictate where a company can produce how much of what - and sell it for what price, if you want to keep it affordable.

I didn’t know Trump’s supporters would love to live on a kolchos, but surprises with them never end.

5) I never heard this, and I cannot say anything. Basically, if you are rich, it is easy for you to find ways to get richer. There are various ways to do that - legal and moral, or the Trump way. Both happens among that elite class.

6) This is Trump toeing the line to dehumanisation of immigrants just like the European neo-nationalists do with Muslims - they are all rapists, all criminals, it would be a better world if we would get rid of them etc. Oh, not “literally” all of them, but you know, you have to break some eggs to make an omelette...

This is just typical right-wing populism which is as old as modern politics itself. It’s not even something specific to Trump, it’s something every right-wing party does to some degree and it has been a beloved point of the Tea-Party movement, which considted of the most embarrasing American country hicks the world was ever displeased to witness on the news. McInness’ apologetics for it are laughable.

7) Well, Roe vs Wade is being attacked by many Trump fans.

I don’t really think Trump himself cares much. Trump just wants to make money - that’s what his presidency is about. He doesnt want you to bring the truth, he wants you to buy the newspapers his best friends own instead of those his friends don’t own.

If he could open a restaurant with dead fetus burgers, he would. The thing is that Trump is in bed with people who have ties to conservatism who would be interested in anti-abortion legislation. That ties in to the Republican senate keeping the surpeme court seat open for months without considering any candidate Obama suggested. Trump will suggest someone the rich American conservative establishment likes, so he lick their assholes and they can lick his.

8) Ties in to 7). If we look at Trump’s staff, he personally doesn't care about black vs brown vs white. He will just bring in anyone who will help him make money. He would appoint Göbbels for his talent of speaking to the press and he would butter up Malcolm X’s asshole if it would give him more support from the black vote.

Trump does not care about politics, he cares about $$$. He is completely amoral in that regard. And that’s how people who do care about polirics will be able to rise to political positions which would never be considered in any way fit for politics in a Western democracy. And Trump does not care what they will suggest in terms of social policies. That’s not his thing. If someone wants to build concentration camps with gas chambers on American soil, Trump would just ask “How does that sell? Do the approval numbers look good for that?” If the answer is positive, he would not care about the action itself.

That’s one of the big points about the campaign and the press coverage - people try to pin things like being against Jews of LGBT people on Trump, but it’s not true. Trump does not care. The thing is, Trump would also not care about the reverse. That is what Trump can be attacked about. He himself may not support bigotry, but if bigots would make him successful, they will be his best friends in the White House. That is the danger of Trump - not his personal views, but that he simply does not care. His lack of personal views is the danger.

9) Basically see 8). Trump will bend and break existing laws if he thinks it’s a thing that saying makes him popular. Immigration, right of assylum for the prosecuted - doesn’t matter, if it makes his voter base uncomfortable.

That’s exactly the same with Europe, Europe’s new right and England’s Brexit.

People have a “feeling” that something is wrong, they find some structure they pin their nebulous feelings to and then get agitated. Is there causality behind it? Doesn’t matter. Someone, somewhere is conspiring against me, and in my feeling of powerlessness I have to ruin it for everyone else. As I said, it’s why feminism is attractive to people with low self-esteem and a short-sighted view of society. The EU is the European right’s patriarchy or the post-marxist’s burgeouisie - people I have never met with some planned agenda against me that keeps me down, and though I cannot point to evidence or causality, enough people are talking about it that there must be something to it.

10) I have no idea what point McInness is trying to make here. If Trump wants to build a wall, he can. He cannot make the governent of Mexico pay for it. If America makes budget cuts to pay for the wall, then America makes budget cuts to pay for the wall. Has nothing to do with the government of Mexico. McInness is just rambling about a red herring.

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