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best ship dynamic is everyone thinking person a is a badass and person b is a softie but it turns out to be the other way around
#speirton#this is specifically them™ coded#but it works for many other ships#imagine your otp#drarry#newtmas#merthur#sambucky#andyeddie#gallavich#lokius#symbrock#sterek#kenstewy#kazling#hotchreid#jemily#solangelo
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hillbilly & ack ack + shoulder pats
#the pacific#andrew haldane#ack ack#eddie jones#hillbilly#andyeddie#hilldane#gif#still confused on whos taller
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hbo war ships as lana del rey songs because she gets it
winnix: AMERICAN there is no other answer//everybody wants to go fast, but they can’t compare, I don’t really want the rest only you can take me there
baberoe: say yes to heaven because Catholicism//give peace a chance, let the fear you have fall away, I’ve got my eye on you
webgott: norman fucking rockwell because those fuckers hate each other//your poetry’s bad and you blame the news, but I can’t change that, and I can’t change your mood
speirton: v i d e o g a m e s//it’s better than I ever even knew, they say that the world was built for two, only worth living if somebody is loving you
luztoye: Brooklyn baby and they both think they are the cooler boyfriend//yeah my boyfriends pretty cool, but he’s not as cool as me
randlemartin: love cuz they are sweet together like adore each other//doesn’t matter if I’m not enough, for the future or the things to come, cause I’m young and in love
sledgefu: cinnamon motherfucking girl are you kidding me//theres things I wanna say to you, but I’ll just let you live, like if you hold me without hurting me, you’ll be the first who ever did
hilldane/andyeddie: ….born to die SORRY but I’m not wrong//dont make me sad, don’t make me cry, sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don’t know why
loosier: mariners apartment complex I will not explain you just have to listen and then you’ll know too//you lose your way, just take my hand, you’re lost at sea and I’ll command your boat to me again, don’t go too far, right where you are, that’s where I am, I’m your man
#hbo war#band of brothers#the pacific#winnix#baberoe#webgott#randlemartin#luztoye#speirton#sledgefu#hilldane#andyeddie#loosier#had to fix a typo ahh
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tank scene
#“tank scene” i swear thats not even a tank but w/e i gave them a tank#the pacific#hbo war#hbo war fanart#andrew ack ack haldane#eddie hillbilly jones#andyeddie#hilldane#whichever is more in vogue#myart
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hillbilly + ack ack
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Track List:
What is Life - George Harrison
Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God) - Kate Bush
Wagon Wheel - Old Crow Medicine Show
Sea of Love - Cat Power
Mystery of Love - Sufjan Stevens
Cruel World - Active Child
Jesse Got Trapped in a Coal Mine - Goodnight, Texas
Work Song - Hozier
I Will Follow You Into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie
(P.S. Check out this playlist by @theweirdgoodbyes for more Hilldane vibes)
#hilldane#the pacific#hbo war#andrew haldane#ack ack#andy haldane#ack ack haldane#eddie jones#eddie hillbilly jones#andyeddie#Spotify#mine#(gif and playlist)#the pacific playlist#hbo the pacific#did this make me cry? yes#really pleased with this one#mine: fanmix
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hilldane matching icons + pink bows 🫶
(i'm sorry-)
#i was trying to make a sad edit#trust me#hilldane#andyeddie#the pacific#hbo war#help#so cokwette#eddie jones#andy haldane#totally mine#AND i will fucking add grain texture to every single edit made by me#thank you#yes this is queued
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Drabble request: Hildane Greek AU (achilles*nudgenudgewinkwink*)
linh my darling i stared at this long and hard and nearly died writing it but it is here. it is rather ambivalent and could be paralleling greek mythology, or it could be greek mythology. it’s up to the reader to decide ;)
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“Would you run now?”
Andy paused, his hands still warmed and oil-slick at Eddie's back, knotted from stress and ache. After a moment he continued on, digging the heels of his hands into muscle, gathering up a soft noise of relief in his palms.
“What do you mean?” He asked, straightening from where he sat, either knee bracketing Eddie’s hips, to find the bottle of oil once more. Eddie laid on his stomach, cheek pressed to his forearms, eyes closed. He hummed, soft and gentle, as Andy pressed into the divots of his shoulders.
“I mean,” He said, and his words curved kindly around his accent. “Would you try to run away from this, if you knew what it was?”
This and it, Andy knew, wasn’t him or Eddie. Or him and Eddie. This was the war. This was their dead boys, their broken boys, their rusting spears and swords against a stone fortress.
Andy dipped down and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of Eddie’s neck, thinking.
“No.” He admitted, gentle. He never really tried to run, at all, when the war had started. But he supposed that the nature of both the separate entities of life and survival reared their own heads in the form of a beast. He swallowed, and his chest felt heavy with it. “No, I wouldn’t run.”
Eddie stretched out, lithe, against the sheet that he laid on. Nothing more than a scrappy bit of cut canvas, it provided the closest thing that either of them had to a bed and kept the dirt and sand and mud tamped down.
The tent was a luxury, an ingenious rarity afforded to them only by their boys as a gift, and accepted by Andy only because of Eddie.
He worried about Eddie, perhaps more than he had any right to. Eddie began to move to roll over, all gold and curls, and Andy got off of his back, leaning to sit back, legs crossed under him, resting on his palms.
He was helpless to do anything but watch as Eddie sat up with a hum, rolling his bare shoulders and letting his neck arc in a gentle circle. He was helpless to lean forward and press his lips to Eddie’s pulse point, his jugular, down to his collarbones.
Eddie huffed a gentle laugh at that, his hand rising to cradle the back of Andy’s head, a half-embrace as Andy kissed the hinge of his jaw.
“You sure you don’t belong to Aphrodite, Skip?” Eddie asked him, lips to Andy’s forehead and lightly amused, and Andy pressed a final kiss to the skin over his heart before pulling back, Eddie’s fingers laced together against the nape of his neck.
“I’m sure.” Andy murmured, pressing his forehead to Eddie’s and breathing around the gentle, overwhelming sense of wholeness that embraced him fully; embraced him whenever he looked at Eddie. Looked at him, thought of him, knew of him.
It hit him sometimes. All at once, like a spearhead against armor. What he was willing to do for this man. What he was willing to kill, to hurt, to maim. The fear of losing Eddie Jones was a heavy, bitter layer against his tongue and heart that was a thousand times deeper and more primal than the fear Andy held of dying himself.
(And Gods, if he must die, let him die after Andy so that he never has to live in a world where his love’s smile wasn’t the entire sun.)
It was a selfish thought, and one that brought him back to himself, as sober as a thousand branches, a billion oceans. Eddie noticed, of course, as his fingers moved to cradle Andy’s jaw, to tilt up his face and press a questioning kiss to the jut of his cheekbone.
Do you ache? It seemed to ask, and Andy caught Eddie’s fingers with his own hand, opening it from its half-curled fist like the petals of a flower to press a kiss to the center of his palm, an almost absent gesture that calmed him.
“I’m alright.” Andy said softly, and his admission seemed to curl at the edges, like the fine paper of a letter. It wasn’t a lie, truly, because Andy could not ache.
Never physically, and, when with Eddie, never in his chest. Metal shattered upon him, and it was the sword that was broken so long as what he loved and protected above all remained safe.
The joke, of course, being that Eddie would need his protection at all.
A boy brighter than the sun, a boy that’s the child of it.
“Do you feel better?” He asked, careful and warm, and Eddie just hummed, pressed parted lips to Andy’s own before pulling away entirely, rising to his feet with a soft exhale.
“You could be a healer.” He said, arching his arms above his head in a lodge stretch, curls falling away from his face as his eyes seemed to glow in the light of a hidden moon. It made Andy almost smile, a graceless curve of his lips.
“To you, maybe.” He said, and hoped almost desperately for it to be true. That he could hold the man in front of him together with bloody hands so that he’d never break, so that he’d be as impervious as Andy himself.
The tent was small, and Eddie rose only to put away the oil, to check the security of the blessed tent, hiding them, protecting them in the most simple way it could from others eyes, from the war that saved and for no true cause that deserved the life that moved around him, within him.
“You’re thinking so loudly, a deaf man could hear you.” Eddie said softly, padding the short distance back to Andy and kneeling, arms wrapping around Andy’s chest, face going to the crux of his neck. Andy leaned back into him, let himself close his eyes.
“Only ever of you.” He promised, a gentle breath. Eddie hummed, and it felt like a laugh where his lips pressed to the skin of Andy’s shoulder. He smelled of oil, of sweat and dirt. Andy almost wished to fall back into him entirely.
“The boy of war belongs to the goddess Aphrodite.” Eddie teased him, a murmur against the shell of his ear. Andy huffed, almost a laugh, turning his head to kiss Eddie once more.
“Don’t tell war that.” He said lightly, as Eddie traced soft shapes along his bare skin. “That’s how it will fell me.”
#rie writes#i kind of adore this ngl i had fun writing it#the pacific#andy haldane#andrew ack ack haldane#eddie hillbilly jones#eddie jones#hilldane#andyeddie#hbo war
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fear of the water - kindsummer
“If I don’t come back, the company’s yours.” On his way back from command, Andy gets cut off from the rest of the company. Eddie has to take over and find some way to help Andy return to them.
#fics#the pacific#andyeddie#ya boy is back with another gd tragedy yippee!!!#i love being sad and writing sad shit#apparently#been working on this for about two months but its finally done
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ack ack & hillbilly in 1x06 peleliu airfield
#the pacific#ack ack#andrew haldane#eddie jones#hillbilly#eugene sledge#andyeddie#gif#pls excuse the person i may become bcuz of these 2#hilldane
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Insanely self-indulgent hbo war ships as The National songs
Winnix: American Mary because episodes 1-9 of bob is nix pining away///if you kiss me, kiss me with your silver eyes, don’t look at me like someone you don’t recognize
Baberoe: Heavenfaced because catholic undertones will always be baberoe coded///things are tougher than we are, I could walk out but I won’t, in my mind I am in your arms, I wish someone’d take my place, can’t face heaven all heavenfaced
Webgott: Brainy because duhhh also Web fell for Joe first and legit followed him around like a lost puppy///you’re the tall kingdom I surround, think I better follow you around, you might need me more than you think you will
Speirton: Grease In Your Hair because this is Ron’s world and the only one he actually wants there is Lip///this machine’s a backwards thinker that looks for you until it’s neck hurts, not so hard to be a person, if you’ve got something you can reference
Luztoye: Slow Show because luz copes with humor and Joe is the only one that can see him legit falling apart at the seams///I wanna hurry home to you, and put on a slow, dumb show for you and crack you up, you can put a blue ribbon on my brain, god I’m very, very frightened, I’ll overdo it
Sledgefu: So Far So Fast this whole fucking album is sledegfu coded but THIS fucking song the desperation to be together the fear of doing so UGH listen and weep with me///there’s so many things that drive me crazy, what you think I am, has never been me, hearing you talk always saves me, can you get away and talk to me
Hilldane/Andyeddie: Oblivions if any of these fuckers we’re gonna get married it would have been Andy and Eddie they would have found a nice tree to sit under and read vows and exchanged rings and been together forever but no they just had to fuckin die ///it’s the way you say yes when I ask you to marry me, you don’t know what you are doing, do you think you can carry me over this threshold, over and over again until oblivion?
Loosier: I Am Easy To Find because my headcanon is that leckie never moved out of his town and tried to make him name well known through his writing so hoosier could always find him///I need to find some lower thinking if I’m gonna stick around, I’m not going anywhere, who do I think I’m kidding? I’m still standing in the same place where you left me standing, I am easy to find
#hbo war#the pacific#band of brothers#winnix#baberoe#webgott#speirton#luztoye#sledgefu#andyeddie#hilldane#loosier
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flagrant violation of marine regulations
#if you dont know about the ack stache just. be grateful#hbo war#the pacific#andrew ack ack haldane#edward hillbilly jones#andyeddie#hilldane#something about hillbilly always being described as freshly shaven and clean and then andys got an illegal stache and perma 5 oclock shadow#its opposites attract or whatever.
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💓bringing it back! 💓
give me your:
- name and pronouns
- your star sign
- your favourite flower
and i'll match you with an easy boy and tell you how you met <3
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thank you @cchickki for the wip tag! since i don't have any art wips, i'll post a tiny bit of my andyeddie fic
title: call it fate, call it karma
(yes this is the one where andy still dies, but eddie lives, so if that's not your thing now is the time to look away and keep scrolling)
Eddie had barely been able to look. He had given up trying to move, his legs just wouldn't obey. Instead, he stood there completely frozen. Something close to terror and disbelief had warped the features of his face into something his men had never seen. He didn't look scared, not really, but he looked closer to a ghost than anything living. A ghost about to be violently ripped open, and torn apart at the seams, may have been more accurate, but one who believed if he willed it hard enough, reality might just submit to him instead.
If he could have felt anything in that moment, he would have been grateful that the men around him were too consumed by their own grief to truly focus on his. Maybe somewhere, deep down in his chest, mangled screams of no, no, no, please, no were crashing around, longing to find their way up to his vocal cords, but they never did. His body and mind had formed a united front of denial, refusing to accept the scene in front of him, and so he stood there, unmoving, as his captain was carried awkwardly back down the line. His courage had abandoned him for the first time since the war began, ripping itself out of his grasp and escaping into the hills to join his enemies.
He couldn't look away. He wanted to, he desperately wanted to tear his eyes away from the man he had so much to say to, too much to say to really, but he couldn't. He'd never be able to say any of it now, so he just stood there. Frozen.
He had never been any good at looking away from Andy Haldane anyway.
He'd been embarrassed about it the first few times he'd been caught noticeably staring, and he never would have let it happen with anyone else. He was better than that, but there was something about Andy that made it impossible to look away, even when polite etiquette dictated he should. Eddie would watch him poring over maps and plans in the officers tent for hours. He was never doing anything particularly remarkable, even though everything Andy did seemed so to those around him, but that's what Eddie liked most. It was the quiet intimacy of comfortable silence, and the sense that Andy was sharing something mundane and almost domestic just with him. That was if you could ignore the sounds of distant explosions, of course.
He was certain he'd be content looking at his captain from a few feet away forever, even if it meant his throat would burn each time Andy looked up from whatever he was reading with a grin that said Yeah, I can feel your gaze before silently returning to his work. Sure, it was pretty normal for a lieutenant to look to his captain in the quiet moments of war. For guidance or reassurance, maybe, but Eddie Couldn't. Look. Away. Even worse, he knew he didn't want to, and it was no different in death. Eddie Jones would watch faithfully until the end, even if it burned away at his insides with each passing second. Nothing but charred ashes would remain, sinking further into the hollowed out cavity in his chest, and somehow they would call him the lucky one, the one who survived, the one who lived.
no pressure tags @im-chinese-believe-it-or-not @thewayisset @mads-weasley @countbass-e @jump-wings i'd love to see what you're all working on but only if you want to share things ofc!!!
#honestly this is still pretty rough and the final ver will be neater#but i couldn't post any of my f1 au without it being 1k words too long bc too much context would be missing so you guys are getting this#the pacific#andyeddie#hilldane#also it's 1am and i'm running on like 2 hours sleep last night so if i formatted this terribly it's not my fault i blame my lack of sleep#i'll edit it tomorrow at some point and probably shouldn't post shit when i'm barely awake but i'm also a hot mess so let's gooo#wip#julian writes
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my love if you are still taking requests could i pls have some hcs on K Company (Sledge, Snafu, Burgin, Leyden, De L'Eau, Ack Ack and Hillbilly) and how they would survive a slasher movie (particularly Scream franchise if you have seen it?) absolutely no pressure if u dont feel inspired or interested in writing this ! x thank uu
I've only seen the first one, tbh, so I'm not as well versed with the whole franchise, but I've seen my fair share of slasher movies, so I think I'll give this a go! But I'll be operating on the idea that they're in a slasher film together, so unfortunately, not all of them are going to survive. Sorry! It might not be exactly what you asked for!
1) Andrew Haldane and Eddie Jones - Oh no they don't make it. In fact, they're the dead girls who haunt the narrative. Particularly Andy. But Eddie, too, because Andy would not be dead if Eddie had not died first. They were each other's greatest happiness, and inevitable doom. Their romance is the tragedy, and sets the stage for all the shit that's about to go down next.
2) Bill Leyden - practical, smart, pragmatic, you'd think he'd survive, but he's too skeptical, you know? But he's too logical. Almost to a fault. At first, he wields it as his own weapon against the fear, but slowly it morphs from weapon to shield. Then slowly, from shield to outright denial, and as the tension rises and rises, he struggles to keep from breaking until, finally, he crumbles beneath it. Not completely, but just enough to give their killer an in. He's not surviving the night, unfortunately.
3) Jay De L'eau - he is though! Jay's surviving! out of pure dumb luck! He's so quiet, so small and so unassuming, that the killer will forget about him until it is too late. He's the last minute save you wouldn't expect, the car that comes crashing against your slasher, sending him several feet away and far enough to buy everybody else some time, or the shadow that brings something heavy down upon the slasher's head, enough to knock him out and pull everybody else to their feet, crying 'Run!'. He's the guy they find at the end, maybe in the post-credits scene, hiding beneath the rubble or tucked away amongst the shadows, safe and traumatized. But generally untouched.
4) RV Burgin - I don't think he's surviving. He wants to get out, no question. But he's not desperate enough to throw people under the bus, and maybe that was his mistake. He stops running because someone tripped. Turns to look back because someone calls out his name, reaches out to him. Or makes it out, but then realizes his is a hollow victory if he can't manage to take his friends out with him, too. Man, he should've just run, but that's not who Burgie is. He might come back in the sequel though, maybe in a post-credits scene added by the producers after the test screening audiences demand that he be alright bc they love the character too much.
5) Merriell Shelton - ok if there's a likely candidate for the 'someone from the original group who was the Slasher all along' character, it's Snaf; turns out he was Ghostface this whole time! but that feels like too much of an out and a little unfair, so I'll just say that he'll make it almost all the way to the end, but he's going to slip up. And it's going to be because he's so tired. He's so afraid under all that anger, but he's just so tired, too, and it only takes one little slip. One little swing too late. But make no mistake, he fights back. He will be remembered very fondly because he fights back, and the tragedy of it lies in how close he was to getting out. He was so close. But not close enough.
6) Eugene Sledge - FINAL GIRL FINAL GIRL FINAL GIRL ENERGY ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? OF COURSE HE'S FINAL GIRL he's standing over the bloody corpse of their tormentor and he's the only one in his right mind to shoot it more than once to make sure it's dead. He's the one whose rage far surpasses that of the slasher. He's the who comes out of this ordeal alive and fully changed, covered in blood, blurring the lines between victim and perpetrator, and smoking his pipe at the steps of the house or the entrance of the summer camp; red and blue emergency lights flashing over his face as someone puts a blanket over his shoulders.
#ask#the pacific#andrew haldane#eddie jones#andyeddie#eugene sledge#merriell shelton#rv burgin#bill leyden#jay de l'eau#im not actually taking requests hehehe but i'll answer if it tickles my fancy#tbh i think it's obvious by now that i enjoy horror and sci-fi/fantasy AUs. i think those are asks i'll be most likely to answer.#anything else you'll have to catch me in a good mood.#tp aus#tp hcs
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