something so innately raw about falling in love during a war. like you’ve seen the worse in me yet you still want me. you’ve seen me cruel, cranky, outright mean but you’re still here. you’ve seen me breakdown and cry until i’m sobbing and heaving but you promise to never leave me. like you’ve seen the worst of me but still continue to love me and you will most likely never see the best of me ever again (that was left behind when i entered the war). you remind me that we’re in this together and that we can build another best of us together. and then i remember that you too are just as broken as me and that i still want you at your worst as well.
me when the trope is traumatized dark haired cajun boys and their emotional support new kid redheads. bonus points if one is named eugene and the other goes by a bizarre nickname
genuinely fucking crazy how babe looks at gene in the foxhole scene because???? sorry if one of my friends said “bAaAbE” in a goofy ass voice and gave me THAT smile while I wrapped the bandana of my deceased situationship around his bleeding hand (I caused it) we would be exploring each others bodies immediately
love that masters of the air is convincing other people into watching the rest of hbo war and i love how everyone's losing their minds at 1) going my way/we'll go to chicago, i'll take you there; 2) the homoerotic bar scene; 3) hell it was you first sergeant and; 4) the whole of episode 6.
can't wait for everyone to get to the pacific and start crying over the train scene.