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malarkgirlypop · 5 months

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MEDIC! Part 22 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

So one minuet I'm cackling laughing and then the next I'm blubbing like a baby. Giving myself whiplash over here! Just to be warned, I barely re-read this cause I want to get it out. So if something doesn't make sense, whoops, I will do a proof read later, I'll fix it ahaha. OMG yeah no this chapter is all over the place, my bad!

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to anyone involved.

Tag list: @next-autopsy, @panzershrike-pretz, @xxluckystrike, @bucky32557038ww2 (let me know if you want to be tagged.)

I tossed and turned, my brain in overdrive, wouldn’t let me go to sleep. The soft snores of the men filled the room. They all instantly fell asleep as soon as they laid their head on the pillow. I was jealous, my body was exhausted but my mind was wide awake. I kept replaying the fight I had with Don. Then how he was in the kitchen. Like he wasn’t upset by it, maybe he wasn’t. I rolled over trying to get comfortable but nothing worked. I reached down grabbing my canteen from beside my bed. I unscrewed the lip, tipping it back. No water entered my mouth, I shook it over my face. It was empty. I huffed. There was a water supply downstairs.

I pulled back my covers moving very slowly. I didn’t want to wake the men, knowing they needed their rest for the patrol. I placed my feet down on the floor, it was cold but I didn’t want to put on my boots. I would be down and back in seconds there was no need. I got off the bed, wincing at every creak and squeak from the mattress and the floor. I tip-toed slowly out of the room pausing every time I heard a noise. I could briefly make out shapes in the dark, the large holes in the wall providing some luminance from the moonlight.

I snuck down the stairs, cringing with every creak they made underfoot. I made it to the third step from the top, stepping down on my toes, when my ankle gave way underneath me. I flailed my arms trying to reach for something to grab onto but the steps didn’t have a handrail. I tipped forward, my body careening down the stairs. I seemed to hit every single step on the way down. I winced, but not from the pain, from the amount of noise my body made as it bounced down the stairs. So much for being quiet. I barrel rolled down the steps, landing in a heap at the bottom. I lay still, panting from the fall. Maybe if i just didn’t move no one would notice. I wasn’t in pain, probably from the adrenaline that was now coursing through my veins, yeah that’s going to help me get to sleep. I heard movements from upstairs.

“What was that?”

“Was that a bomb?”

“What was that noise?” I heard the men upstairs whispering to each other, trying to figure out what all the crashing was from.

“Who’s there?” Even though I was laying on my front sprawled out with my hair covering my face, I could see the shine from the flashlight land on me.

“It’s Emily.” I said weakly, raising my hand over my head. “I fell.”

The sound of footsteps sounded coming down the stairs. Babe was at my side in seconds.

“Jesus, of course it was you who fell down the stairs.” Babe chuckled. I groaned. “Sorry, are you ok?” He asked, I gave him a weak thumbs up. “Come on, let’s get you up.”

I got to my hands and knees, my head spinning slightly. Babe grabbed my hands pulling me to stand. I winced in pain, oh no there it is. My whole body screamed in agnoy, especially my back which took the brunt of the fall. I clung onto Babe’s shoulder’s. As he helped me back up the stairs again, the rest of the men waited at the top, some of which had gotten back into their beds.

“Can we take you anywhere?” Grant asked with a playful smile.

“I’m sorry, I was trying to be quiet.” I felt so bad for waking them all.

“Are you ok though?” Joe asked from his bed. I gave a nod as Babe gently placed me back onto the bunk, lifting my legs for me to swing into bed. I wasn’t that injured but he had done it before I could say anything. I let him tuck me back in.

“You’re such a goose.” Babe said to me before climbing back into his own bed. Everyone fell asleep quickly including myself.

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I was up with the men as they prepared to leave on the patrol. I gave a hug to Babe and Grant who left with the men. All we could do was wait. We made our way into the basement, where the men would bring the prisoner if it was a success.

The sounds of footsteps clunked into the room, surely they weren’t back yet? Cobb, Skinny and Garcia walked in dripping wet.

“What the hell happened?” I asked, standing from my seat, making my way over to the shivering men.

“We took a dip.” Cobb said sarcastically. I moved forward to the men who stood in front of me.

“Here, take off those clothes before you catch your death. Can we get some blankets and dry clothes over here!” I called helping Skinny pull off his jacket since his hands were shaking so badly. I ensured the other men took off their wet clothes as well. Once they were in dry clothes I draped them in blankets and put them by the fire. Skinny was still shivering, I passed him the warm coffee I had made for him.

Then it was a waiting game again. Everyone else was out to help with covering fire. The men who had fallen into the water and I waited in the basement. I could hear distant gunfire and explosions. I could hear the sound of the whistles being blown, they were on their way back. I paced around the room, anxious to see how it went. I flinched with every explosion, come on why aren’t they back yet.

The door burst open as the men poured in, “We got wounded. Come on!” They carried in the soldier. It was chaos, the men shouting orders, the gunfire that continued outside, the bustle of people that made their way in. The once empty room filled with four people was now teeming with life and noise.

I made room on the table, instructing them to lay down the wounded man. It was Jackson. His face was badly injured as well as his upper torso. He gasped for breaths as he shook in pain. His face was burnt and disfigured.

“It was his own grenade, he ran in too early.” One of the men told me.

“Hold him down.” I yelled at the soldiers as Jackson squirmed around, making it harder for me to see. I pulled out my flashlight, opening his mouth. The inside of his throat was burnt. Shit. This wasn’t good. We were losing his airway every second, as it swelled shut. I needed an Oropharyngeal, but I didn’t have one, no one did.

“Does anyone have a tube?” I asked, looking around at the men, they shook their heads. I tilted Jackson's head back trying to open his airway as best I could. But it would be no use in a matter of minutes when it swelled shut.

“Does anyone have a pen?” More shaking heads. God fucking dammit. I wanted to try and do a tracheostomy, if I had a scalpel and a tube or even a pen I could create a new airway. But I had nothing in the way that I could perform the procedure. I flicked my eyes to Jackson, as he tried to fight, sitting up and moving. He was panicking, he was losing his breath faster, gasping and choking.

“Jackson, lie still, don’t panic.” I tried to reassure him, but with each gasp he took, less air was entering his lungs. He was slowly suffocating. I didn’t have anything with me, no intubation kit, no scapula, no pen. I couldn’t keep his airway open. He was going to die if I did nothing. I could save him but I don’t have anything, I have no supplies.

“Gene, do you have anything to intubate with, a pen, anything?” I asked as he rushed into the room. I watched him scavenge through his bag, he shook his head.

“We need to move him, I don’t have the supplies to keep his airway open!” I told him. He nodded.

“Let’s get him moving.” Gene called, the men helping him onto the stretcher.

“I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die.” He cried as he gurgled on his saliva. I held his hand as he was transferred. He looked right at me, “Don’t let me die.” I shook my head. “I won’t!” We moved him off the table. A bomb shook the house, making all of us duck, the men laying him on the floor on the stretcher. I kept his head tilted back as he choked on his blood and spit. I could hear him struggling to draw his breath. He writhed around gasping for air that wasn’t making it into his lungs.

“Jackson! Jackson! Please, you have to hold on, please!” I begged trying to keep his airway open. He coughed, blood splattering out of his mouth and onto my face and clothes. He stilled.

“No! No!” I said bending down pressing my mouth on his as I gave him rescue breaths. I could taste his blood in my mouth as I pulled back. I bent down again giving him two more, I blew into his mouth, turning my head to look at his chest. I waited for his chest to rise and fall, the feeling of his exhale on my cheek, listening intently for the sound of him taking a gulp of air. But I didn’t, his chest didn’t move, I didn’t feel anything on my cheek or the sounds of him breathing again. He was still. I hovered over his face, staring down into his now dull eyes. I pulled back, resting on my haunches, I looked around the room. Babe's eyes found mine, he shook his head in disbelief. Surely he didn’t lose another friend, another brother. The sad look in my eyes said it all. He had. We all had.

I was so mad, I could’ve saved him, if I just had the supplies, anything, I could have sent this young man back to his family.

I wiped my mouth that was covered in his blood. Martin approached, laying a blanket over the man, no boy. He was just a boy.

The room that was once overbearing with noise, fell eerily silent. I hastily wiped the tears from my cheeks. I moved from my position walking over to Babe. I wrapped him in my embrace as he clung to me burying his head in my shoulder.

I don’t think we slept the rest of the night. We made our way back to base, but we all stayed up. I sat in the middle of my bunk as Babe laid down smoking, resting his legs on my lap. I leaned back into the wall, still covered in the blood that wasn’t mine. Jones and Webster made their way back from dropping off the POW’s, wandering back into the room.

“We heard you got two prisoners. Good work.” Don complimented Jones.

“Jackson’s dead.” Webster announced. Don and Lieb who hadn’t been there nodded, already hearing it from us when we got back.

“Yeah, we heard.” Lieb said, laying on the top bunk behind Don.

“Yeah, well, they want another patrol tonight.” Perconte informed the men who had just joined us. When we had heard there was going to be another one, we were less than enthused, just because it went to plan didn’t mean we lost nothing. We lost a life. Why risk losing more? Why did they need more prisoners? The Germans were falling apart anyway. It felt like a waste to go over again. A risk we didn’t want to take. Just because it was a ‘success’ this time, didn’t mean the next one was going to be. What if we sent 15 men over there just to be killed. It was infuriating. I knew how this was going to end, hell it was all I learnt in history class. I knew that the Germans lost, and it was closer than they knew. I couldn’t blurt that to them, they would think I was crazy, or a spy. I wanted to shake Colonel Sink, tell him it wasn’t worth it. That these men were more precious than the German POW's they wanted so badly. Couldn’t he see that these men needed to be preserved. I huffed, patting Babe’s leg. He glanced over to smile at me. A small smile but it meant the world, I returned it.

The men prepared nonetheless. Waiting in the same basement from last night. It felt tainted in that kitchen now. It wasn’t the same warm atmosphere it held before. Everything had been cleaned and organised but the feel of the room was heavy.

I sat looking over the things in my medic bag. I wish I had more in it. It was almost barren apart from a couple of bandages, sulphur and medication. The rest of my bag was my personal items. I thumbed over them. The dress from Renee, a stone I had taken from the woods in Bastogne, the gloves I had had in my pockets the day I had arrived, the hand sanitizer bottle that was now empty, my wallet, my phone and headphones. It was bizarre to have those things in this time. These men had no idea who I really was. They believed I was a young girl from Boston who came over to help the injured and dying men. When in reality I had messed with someone much bigger than myself and got stuck. If I go home, or when I go home, these men will have passed. After I leave I will never get to see them again. I looked around at the group, they all looked weary and tired. Yawning as they cleaned their equipment. I glanced over to Cobb who stood in the doorway, raising a bottle to his lips and throwing back the drink. He swayed on his feet. He was clearly drunk. I shook my head.

“Whatcha you looking at, Webster?” I heard him slur. I glanced up, Webster’s eyes trained on the inebriated man. Awkwardly glancing away after he had been called out by Cobb.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, college boy.” He taunted the man. I huffed, annoyed at his loud obnoxious voice. Everyone else was doing as they were asked, sure they weren’t thrilled but they never fussed. Cobb on the other hand had to be dragged to do everything and somehow managed to weasel his way out of it all. Moaning and groaning about doing the least amount possible.

“Are you drunk, trooper?” Jones swivelled in his chair to face the drunkard.

“Leave me alone.” Cobb snapped. But Jones didn’t flinch to his bitterness.

“Answer the question.” Jones said again, tone more firm. The young boy who had wandered into CP yesterday was gone, he seemed more confident in his role. It fit him nicely.

“Yes, sir. I am drunk, sir.” Cobb muttered. “Drunk, sick and tired of fucking patrols and taking orders.” He droned on.

“Hey Cobb, shut up. It’s boring, okay?” Martin told the man. I hid my smile. It was nice to see him being put in his place. And Martin did give the best tellings off.

“Taking his side, Johnny?” Cobb asked, looking butthurt.

“Yeah, I am.” Martin said, turning away from him. We stayed in the basement preparing, waiting for our orders.

I spoke quietly with Grant, Babe and Lieb who I was sitting with as they cleaned their guns. No one raised their voices over a hushed whisper. The tension in the room was solemn.

“Do I need to do something about the situation?” Lieb whispered to me leaning closer so I could hear him. We hadn’t been talking before just sitting in silence.

“What?” I asked confused, as the man had started talking like we were in the middle of a conversation that didn’t exist.

“You and Malarkey.” He stated.

“It’s fine Joe.” I shook my head, looking down at the floor.

“Well it clearly isn’t, I can see that you’re upset. He also hasn’t spoken to you in days. Do I need to talk to him?” He asked concerned, ducking his head down to make eye contact with me.

“What happened? This isn’t like you two.” I chuckled, when did he become so observant of me.

“I have it sorted, I’m waiting for him to apologise.” I said.

“Why does he have to apologise? What did he say?” He questioned me, the interrogator in him coming out.

“He just said that he didn’t have time for me, that he was busy.” I intentionally left out the part where he said he was my babysitter. I knew if I told that to Joe, he would try and fight Don.

“He’d better do it fast.” Lieb’s eyes falling on the man sitting across the room. He looked distant, staring off into space.

“It’s fine Joe, plenty of other fish in the sea right?” I stated, trying to play off the hurt in my chest. Of course it wasn’t as simple as finding someone else, I didn’t want anyone else. But I didn’t want to fool myself into thinking he would do what I wanted him to do. Who knows he might be already done with me, before anything started. If there was nothing there like he said, he could be perfectly fine. He is just mourning his friends, nothing else.

Joe gave me a sad smile, clearly not believing the front I had put up. His hand landed on my thigh and gave it a squeeze. I smiled, leaning into him. I rested my head on his shoulder as he lent his head on mine. We stayed like that for a while, not speaking, just resting. It was comforting. He was the older brother I never had. I didn’t think I would be able to smile again after losing Skip and Alex. I adored the two men. They had become my family. After I had lost them, I didn’t think I could trust and love someone as much as I did those two men. But somehow after the haze of it all, Joe waited for me. We were friendly, but never close before. Then suddenly he was everywhere I turned, with his charming smirk and witty banter. Same for Babe and Grant. They were just there when I needed them. They just took me in. I think that Alex and Skip had sent them somehow. I missed them so dearly.

Grief was a weird emotion. I had experienced it many times before, but it was never the same. With my Nana, I was sad, but I was grateful, she was old and ready to go. I always thought of her fondly, never plagued too much by her passing.

My mother on the other hand was a weight pulling me to the bottom of the sea. The heaviness of my grief was crushing. It was one thing to lose a parent, but to a disease where you had to watch them die slowly, knowing their fate, but secretly hoping for their survival. She was all I had left. I never fully am free of the sadness of her passing.

Then here, losing lives everyday was hard, but it was manageable. Most of the men I didn’t know personally, I wasn’t tied to them. I felt sad for their death but was able to move forward. If I didn’t think of them too hard or how I had lost them, I was fine.

With Alex and Skip it came in waves. The first a tidal wave, threatening to pull me down to the ocean floor just like with my mother. But I was dragged from the water, thrown a life saver. I had support. I would float on the top of the water, everything fine, happy and normal. Then every so often I would sink under the surface. The weight returned. It would hurt all over again, like a fresh wound. Just like lying in water, I would sink and float. Sometimes the sea was rougher than normal, or it was calm and tranquil. But just like the ocean it was unpredictable.

I missed them all so much.

“!0-hut!” Martin called. I stood quickly, focusing on the world around me again. I didn’t know how much time had passed, being so deep in thought.

Winters, Nixon, and Speirs walked into the room. “At ease.” We all relax at Winters command.

“This everybody Grant?” Winters asked.

“Sir.” Grant confirmed.

Winters spoke to the men, telling them he was proud. My eyes wandered over to Nixon who hung in the archway. I smiled at him as he sent me a wink. I didn’t miss the exhaustion that lingered on his face. He motioned for me to pay attention, still smiling. I looked back at Winters who was telling the men there was another patrol set for tonight. Many heads hung low. Winters explained the plan, noting that not much was changing, other than the men would need to go further into town. More risk. I sighed, my leg bouncing nervously. Babe’s hand stilled my movements, he left his hand there.

“It will be 0200 hours instead of 0100. Is that clear?” Winters asked, the men confirming. “Good. Because, uh, I want you all to get a full night’s sleep tonight. Which means in the morning you will report to me that you made it across the river into German lines but were unable to secure any live prisoners.” Winters paused as his words sunk in. He was going to lie. The men weren’t going to have to go on the patrol after all. I grabbed Babe’s hand under the table, squeezing it tightly. I channelled all of my relief into our clasped hands so that I wouldn’t whoop and yell. Babe held my hand as tightly as I did his.

“Understand?” Winters asked the men, his eyes flitting around the room. The tension in the room had evaporated immediately, like a weight being lifted off our shoulders.

“Yes, sir!” The soldiers said in unison.

“Good, look sharp for tomorrow. We’re moving off the line.” He told the men as he gathered his supplies and left. I could’ve fallen out of my seat. OFF THE LINE! OFF THE LINE!

“Did I fucking hear that right?” Lieb turned and asked me. I shook my head in disbelief. A smile pulling at my lips.

“We’re moving off the line.” I uttered, Lieb and Babe grinning at me.

#wtf that got heavy quickly #sorry for all the ocean content with grief #idk I just rolled with it #i thought it gave it good visuals #ahaha #next chapter is funny promise #but ay it's me we are talking about so lol #emarkey #also don and Em still fighting #guys wth #band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #hbo war #donald malarkey #band of brothers imagine #joe toye #bill guarnere #dick winters

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1waveshortofashipwreck · 3 months

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when you get this, answer with five mutuals you love and why! then send to five other people <3

I know what you're thinking... am I really going to tag 15 moots because I got this ask 3 times? The answer is fUCK YEAH

@dontirrigateme I'm gonna start with the one who started it all for me!! Thank you for being the one that got me into BoB and obsessing over them with me all the time 😂 you're honestly an amazing human being and I am so SO grateful I get to call you my sibling!!!

@executethyself35 ALEXI!!!! One of my number one supporters and only one I'm ok sharing Luz with!! You're an amazing human being and I love your chaotic energy 🤣

@ewipandora Ewi !!!!!!!! We don't talk enough but that doesn't mean you're not one of my fav moots to see around!!! You honestly seem like such a kind and sweet persoN WE NEED TO TALK MORE!!!!

@ithinkabouttzu Maaaaacccc!!!! I love getting to talk to you and your writing is INCREDIBLE!!! You are always so kind and encouraging and you mean the world to me!!!

@ronsparky Jess you lovely human!!! I know we don't talk a lot but seeing you in my notes always makes me smile!! Thank you for being my moot and always being so kind and supportive!!

@love--persevering VASILISA YOU GORGEOUS HUMAN!!!!!! I know we don't talk too much but it always means the world to me whenever I see your name pop up!! Thank you for always being so encouraging and kind and lovely and everything in between !!!!

@ronald-speirs MARINE!!!! We've just started talking more and I'm so glad we have!!!! You are so incredibly kind, uplifting, warm, and just all around a wonderful person!! Thank you for being my moot and I can't wait to talk to you more!!

@thicccqueyoongimin Laraaaaaaaaa!!!!! I will never forget reading your ship request and thinking "did I write this in my sleep" 🤣 I love how alike we are and how much we just vibe!!! Thank you for understanding me and my/our obsession with Winters and Liebgott 😝💖

@panzershrike-pretz PRETZ MY BELOVED!!!! You were the first person in the fandom I actually traded discords with so we could talk more!!! Thank you for always having amazing chaotic energy and also your ocs are always so cool and intricate!!!!! You're an incredibly kind and lovely human and I'm so grateful we're moots!!!!

@blueberry-ovaries Mads!!! I know we don't talk a lot but it always makes my heart happy to see you pop on my dash and in my notes!!!! You always have something nice to say and your charts/rankings give me life 🤣💕

@xxluckystrike BLU!!!!! You were one of the first people I wrote a request for!!! We don't talk a lot but we need to talk more!! You are such a kind and lovely person and it always makes me smile when I see your name pop up ❤️✨

@sweetxvanixlla Vani!!!!! I think you were the first person in the fandom to tag me in something like a tag or ask game!! I know it's silly but that first time being included just meant the world to me, thank you for being such a kind and lovely human and including me that first time 💖

@neptunes-blue Aaaaaaa my HBO War Secret Santa!!! The Winters art you made was ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE!!!!!! Thank you so much for being my moot and creating art that is just STUNNING 🥰💕❤️✨

@b00ks1ut Rachel!!! I know we don't talk a lot but seeing your name in my notes always makes me smile!!! thank you for always being kind and encouraging!! We need to talk more ❤️❤️

@hanniewinnix Ok so this is gonna be really silly but I will never forget posting the first chapter of Should've Been Born Later Nix and seeing that you reblogged it with a tag llike OMNOMNOM like it honestly made my day and just meant the world to me!!!! Thank you for always being so sweet and supportive love!!! We gotta talk more!!!!!!

Aaaaaaa I feel like I repeated a lot of adjectives but truly y'all are the kindest, sweetest, most supportive and encouraging people I've ever talked to and even if we don't talk/don't talk a lot please know I love you sosososososo much and my messages are ALWAYS open!!! 💖❤️💕🥰💝

#ask #anon #i love my moots #y'all are the lights of my life #my band of brothers (gender neutral)

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samwinchesterslostshoe · 4 months

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Masterlist

Hello! My name is Avalon, I am a 19 year old art student from Holland with to much time on their hands and part of more fandoms then I can count ;)

Some things about me: I love to paint, draw and knit! A deep love for history and architecture and anything 40’s 50’s related!

This blog it my little getaway from the real world, I love sharing my stuff on here with people that love these characters with the same love and enthusiasm as I do and interacting with people and other amazing artist💜

In the little free time I have left from doing actual homework for art school, I like to draw characters from movies and shows that I love.

These include:

Band of brothers

Supernatural

The quarry

Good omens

The last of us

And many more!

I am always open for requests, DM’s and messages!

Band of Brothers fanfic:

Denouement: David Webster x Female OC

Band of brothers icons:

Alton more

Ronald Spiers

Chuck Grant

Eugene Roe

David Webster

Band of brothers moodboards:

Easy Ranch - Pat Christenson

Easy Ranch - Bill Guarnere

Skinny Sisk and Shifty Powers - Taylor Swift

Ronald Spiers x Nurse

Soft Spiers

Eugene Roe

Band of brothers fan art:

George Luz sketch

Lewis Nixon sketch

Liebgott sketch

Lewis Nixon x J.C Leyendecker

Ronald Spiers

Liebgott and Webster

Webster pencil drawing

Malarkey pencil drawing

Stupid pigeon meme (aka Spiedgon)

The Pacific

Eugene Sledge doodle

Eugene Sledge drawing

Masters of the air

Harry Crosby drawing

1917

Blake and Schofield drawing

Detroit: Become Human

Connor

Marcus

6 Characters fan art challenge

Week 1: Gale Cleven

My taglist: @ronsenthal @whollyjoly @next-autopsy @luckynumber4 @barbeygirl @dustyjumpwingz @xxluckystrike @heystovepipeboys @sweetxvanixlla @kafka-ohdear @footprintsinthesxnd @panzershrike-pretz @iceman-kazansky @bucky32557038ww2

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footprintsinthesxnd · 5 months

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hello! i was wondering, instead of “casting” mutuals as bob/tp, what about what do you associate with each mutual? like any characters, smart thoughts/takes, moments, colors, etc? no pressure to do this but thanks in advance if you do!

@georgieluz - GEORGE LUZ! There is no other answer for this question. George is 100% Julian’s character. And honestly ‘what would I do without Julian.’ Julian always reminds me of this big softie, supportive best friend who is hilariously funny, so so loveable and supportive. I love you so much Julian. He’s is so smart, like way smarter than me. And he puts up with my ridiculous rants and my writing so thank you 😂 if I had to describe Julian in a colour I feel like it would be like a pastel blue or green. He’s a comforting person. I’m so glad I met you Julian and I’m so lucky you chose me as your friend.

@mads-weasley LEWIS NIXON. She is my loveable Lewis Nixon. Her writing gives me life! Mads is so sweet and smart. I don’t know why but I feel like Mads is purple, I’m not sure why but I love purple and I just think of Mads.

@malarkgirlypop Oh my days Kate. The conversations we have had. Kate is a bright colour. She’s so bubbly and colourful. I love Kate so much. I feel like Kate would love to be associated with Malarkey her main man but I feel like she is a mixture of Skip and George because she is one of the funniest people I’ve ever met.

@ronsparky I can’t not associate Jess switch Shifty. She is an adorable softie. I feel like if I had to pick a colour it would like a light mint green. Jess’ writing is absolutely gorgeous. She is so incredibly talented and so so kind.

@panzershrike-pretz aww Pretz I love your chaotic nature. You are such a hilariously funny person and your conversations give me life. If I had to describe Pretz as a colour it would be a rainbow. I feel like there is so much chaos in the chat and we jump from one topic to another.

@merriell-allesandro-shelton I love Louise so much. You are so supportive and I wish we could talk more. You’re one of the first friends I made in the HBOwar fandom and I’m so glad I met you.

@sweetxvanixlla - beautiful moodboards. Vee is so funny and adorable and so so sweet. I love you Vee. I always think of you as Chuck Grant if I had to describe you as a character. You’re such a softie and I don’t think I could pick any other character for you. Our collab turned out so beautifully, thank you so much for working with me.

@samwinchesterslostshoe Pigeons. I can’t help it. The Pigeon drawing is incredible and I love it so much and your drawings are perfection.

@whollyjoly Alton Moore and Flower Crowns and caffeinated writing sprints apparently 😂 I love the conversations you have in the group chat. Honestly the whole discord chat just makes me laugh so much.

@next-autopsy - Joe Toye 😂 I feel like I’m just associating people with who they are in the group chat now but oh well 😂 you are so supportive and sweet and it’s so lovely to have met you and have you join the discord group. I don’t know what but I feel like I associate you with a dark green colour 😂

@coco-bean-1218 I definitely associate you with Shifty Powers. Also your new fic looks absolutely incredible and your OCs sound amazing. I cannot wait to read it.

@holdingforgeneralhugs - you are so so sweet and such an incredible writer. Thank you so much for joining our discord group. I’m so glad you are also a huge fan of Winters because now I am not alone in my Winters campaign. And obviously I can’t associate you with any other character other than Winters now 😂 I also associate the colour purple with you, probably because of your gorgeous purple blog.

@liptonwashere - incredible and emotional video edits. Your videos have single handedly broken and healed my heart at the same time. You are so incredibly talented and I’m addicted to watching your videos (and spamming the discord chat with them apparently 😂)

I think I’ve included everyone, sorry if I’ve missed anyone. This ended up with me mostly singing everyone’s praises because you’re are all so talented and I love you all. 💕

#Saturday night asks #Jess’ Saturday Night asks #band of brothers #mutuals

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executethyself35 · 16 days

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thanks for the tag @meet-you-at-the-north-star and @panzershrike-pretz

List 5 things you talk about for an hour without any preparation

My ocs

Anything history related

Why Digimon is better than Pokémon, i will die on this hill try me

The meanings of religion and all that bs

any book i love

No pressure tags!! @1waveshortofashipwreck @dontirrigateme @turtle-toe @blueberry-ovaries @malarkgirlypop @ithinkabouttzu and anyone else!!

#alexi rambles #mutuals #tag game

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marzipanandminutiae · 8 months

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I was tagged by @marypsue to name 10 songs I like with names in the title!

Laurie (Dickie Lee)

Sleep, Isabella (Abney Park)

Leave Her, Johnny (traditional)

Rosemary (Katy Rose- not related to my OC)

Ana Ng (They Might Be Giants)

Ievan Polkka (traditional)

Na Maria, Pretz E Fina Valors (Bieris de Romans)

You, Me, and Steve (Garfunkel and Oates)

Sinead (Within Temptation)

Edith's Theme (Fernando Velasquez- is this cheating? maybe, but it has a name in the title!)

I tag @margridarnauds, @anna-neko, @monstrousgourmandizingcats, @lucillesharpeapologist, and anyone else who wants to do it! No, that's not ten, but I'm running late, so there you go.

#tag meme #music

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panzershrike-pretz · 3 months

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Miss Torogoz's Anomaly Circus!

My Taglist: @onehelluvamarine @xxluckystrike @whollyjoly @sweetxvanixlla @1waveshortofashipwreck @malarkgirlypop

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FINALLY!! I SPENT 15 HOURS ON THIS ONE!!! AND I'M SO PROUD OF HOW IT TURNED OUT!!

Version with no text under the cut :]

Characters are:

- Miss Torogoz (the bird)

- Mint (the beheaded lady)

- Guinevere (the tiger)

- Odette (the strongest woman alive)

#pretz oc #🥨🪶

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living-in-a-fantasia · 26 days

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Character Lineup - 1

-> Gods;

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Info on them under the cut :3

Imbatwa -> God of Gods, creator of the first Gods, embodiment of "Good". King of the divine realm, where only Gods, Demigods, Angels and Demons can go to.

Ozymandias -> Goddess of Gods, creator of the first Gods, embodiment of "Bad". Queen of Limbo, where the dead go to.

Rowena -> Goddess of the Universe, of Knowledge and creator of all magic.

Tuca -> The past, the presebt and the future. She knows and sees all. She's also a dipshit in the body of a Compsognathus (as one is).

Gaia -> The embodiment of the Earth, it's creator and protector.

Northundra -> They're the creator of Angels and Demons, sometimes called "The Mother" by them.

#meet some of the Big Guys pf Fantasia!#Tuca is my favorite she's a big ass fucking bitch 📢📢📢📢#funfact: she's based on a dog I had #I guess the others are cool too idk Tuca outshines 'em #Oz's name is from that poem :3 #pretz oc #pretz lore #🥨🪶#oc: Imbatwa #oc: Ozymandias #oc: Tuca #oc: Gaia #oc: Northundra

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malarkgirlypop · 5 months

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MEDIC! Part 21 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

I know I wrote this but I'm so mad at Don, but I did it so! Some fighting, some fluff, some ass hitting as per request of @next-autopsy, ahahah jk! Let me know what you think!

I also just want to say a massive thank you to everyone who reads my fic! I have now posted 21 chapters which is so much! Thank you for sticking with me, I know it's been long! I am so excited to keep going with this story. Probably the only thing I have stuck too and not given up half way, which my brain likes to do! I love you all, thank you for all your support and amazing comments, truly makes me so happy and I just want to keep sharing my work with you all! I really can't thank you all enough, how do I buy you all presents? ahahahah.

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to anyone involved.Keep reading

Tag list: @next-autopsy, @panzershrike-pretz, @xxluckystrike, @bucky32557038ww2 (let me know if you want to be tagged.)

The men wandered back into the room, I stopped Don as he walked in, grabbing him by his arm.

“Can we talk?” I asked, he nodded, moving out of the room again. I walked down stairs finding somewhere more private to speak to him. I walked into one of the empty rooms, Don followed behind closing the door.

“So are you going to explain what happened?” He asked, sitting on the edge of one of the bunks I sat opposite him on the other bed.

“Why were you in a towel?” He asked before I could tell him anything.

“Cobb stole my clothes while I was showering. So I marched through town in my towel to confront him.” I told him, his eyes widened as I told the story.

“Emily! You can’t do that!” He scolded me. I rolled my eyes. I felt angry, he wasn’t there. That was selfish of me, but I was still mad. I handled the situation myself, and he wants to tell me what I can and can’t do. He hasn’t spoken to me in days, he walks away when I approach him, he dismisses me at every turn. Now he wants to pretend like he cares.

“It’s already happened, so…” I say my tone clipped. There was a pause, I couldn’t help myself. “Have I done something to make you angry with me?” I asked. He furrowed his brows.

“No.” He stated. I huffed. Not satisfied with the answer he had given. So he was avoiding me just because.

“Well is something wrong, are you upset?” I tried to make sense of the distance he had placed between us.

“No.” I bit my lip, I was an angry crier, hell I was an everything crier, but still I didn’t want him to see me upset like that. I didn’t want to break down and cry. I needed to hash this out, without him trying to comfort me, or leaving cause I was sad.

“No, is that all you have to say? Don you haven’t spoken to me in days.” My voice wobbles, I take a breath trying to calm myself.

“I’ve been busy.” I scoffed. “I have! I’m a leader now, these men depend on me.” His voice was harsh.

“Yeah and you seem to make time for them. I’m in your team too.” I felt so selfish, but I was hurting, he was my person and he was just leaving me like I wasn’t his. Maybe I’m not his.

“Why are you stepping back from me? I thought we were friends! I thought you said we were in this together! You promised me you would always be by my side! Has that changed?” I felt the tears brimming in my eyes. I thought back to after the incident in Noville, after I had washed up. Don said, no he promised me that we would look after each other.

“I have a lot on my plate at the moment, I can’t be your babysitter! I can’t…” He trailed off looking at my face. Tears fell down my cheeks. That hurt, fuck that hurt.

“That’s all it was? You felt obliged to look after me?” I couldn’t hide the pain, like a stab in the heart. So he didn’t care, really. He felt obligated to make sure I was ok, there were no feelings involved. It was an order, a duty he felt he needed to take. He opened his mouth, but the door to the room opened, a soldier asking for him. I wiped the tears from my face, turning away from the door. He stood and left. He left, he didn’t say anything, just left. I took a breath, sniffing, wiping away my tears. I felt sick. I scrubbed a hand over my face.

I made my way back upstairs, the men lounging about.

“Here she is the streaker.” Grant clapped me on the back. I gave a weak smile, but they didn’t seem to notice, too busy laughing at their joke. I grabbed my bag.

“I have to go check on Lip!” I said, rushing out of the room. It was true, I should check on the very sick man, but it was a way to escape. I didn’t need them asking questions. I just needed to think by myself for a bit. I made my way to CP, it was quiet. I walked into the back room, sighing, pleased to see Lipton finally sleeping in his bed. I shut the door after ensuring he was breathing. I moved back into the main room, plopping down on the couch. I tried to get my emotions in check, but it was a lot, all I wanted was my mum. I just wanted a hug from someone. I sniffed, wiping the tears from my chin. Just a babysitter, I laughed in pain. I hastily dried my tears when footsteps approached the room. I glanced over to see Ron walk in.

“Emily? What are you doing here?” He asked, walking further into the room.

“I just came to check on Lip, he’s sleeping.” My voice betrayed me, wobbling slightly as I spoke.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Ron moved quickly over to me, kneeling in front of where I sat.

“Nothing.” I shook my head. More tears falling down my face. His brows pinched as he looked at me.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, moving to sit next to me. I shook my head. “Do you want anything?”

“Can I have a hug?” I whispered. Without hesitation he wrapped his arms around me. Pulling me into his chest, I clung onto his arm that held my front, he gently stroked my hair. My mum used to hug me the same way. The thought made me cry harder.

“Shh.” He cooed, rocking us slightly, his chin resting on the top of my head. I felt like a child again, after falling over, being comforted by your parent. I felt so small in his arms, I felt so vulnerable, I didn’t have to say anything but he could see it all. He didn’t comment but he knew.

We stayed like that for a moment, but I knew he was busy. I pulled away, his arms falling from around me. I wiped my tears, giving him a small smile.

“Thanks.” I said weakly. He nodded, smoothing down my hair with his hand.

“I have to go. Emily, remember you can come to me.” He said standing, I nodded, watching him leave the room again.

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I made my way back to the house, dragging my feet. I didn’t want to see Don. Before I left I looked in one of the broken mirrors, my face was pink and blotchy, my eyes all red and bloodshot. If anyone looked at me longer than a second they would be able to tell I had been crying. I mean when am I not crying, it’s been my permanent state since I arrived here.

Lieb passed me on the street, “Hey we were going to see George, see if we could steal some goods, you wanna come?” He asked, but before I could answer he was already dragging me down the road.

Lieb and I walked into the ration room where George was working hard. Before we had entered we’d heard Martin and Cobb pestering poor Luz for candy.

Lieb waltzed right in, “Woah, Hershey bars!” Reaching over the counter to grab at the candy. George looked pissed, swatting his hand away.

“Jesus Chirst.” He muttered, Cobb swung around telling Lieb to wait his turn.

“Who are they for?” Lieb asked, pointing at all of the boxes filled with goodies. I stood behind the men just watching. I smiled at George, he gave me a wink back.

“Not you Lieb!” George growled at the men.

“Oh, come on George, one bar!” Lieb whined like a child, holding out his hand.

“George!” I said sweetly, making my way towards him. I stood beside him wrapping my arm around his shoulders, his arm snaked around my waist. “You look so handsome today.” I smiled, putting on my charm. “So strong.” I said, patting his chest. He grinned at me rolling his eyes. “I love what you have done with your hair.” I fluttered my lashes, running my fingers through his hair.

“Here, have a chocolate bar, you flirt.” He said leaning forward to grab me one from the box.

“Ah, for me?” I gasped, placing my hand on my chest acting coy. He handed it to me. I smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“HEY! Hey, why does she get one!” Lieb protested.

“Yeah what the hell George!” Cobb agreed.

“Cause she’s pretty, unlike you ugly son’s of bitches.” He insulted them. I laughed, poking my tongue out at the men, I held up the bar rubbing it in their faces. George shooed me away, slapping me on the ass as I retreated, I let out a squeal in surprise, turning to laugh with the man.

“George one bar!” Lieb pleaded.

“No, there’s not enough to go around!” George yelled at them.

I left quickly, seeing that Lieb seemed to be eyeing up my prize.

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“Let’s go!” Chuck shook me awake, I had almost completely dozed off on my bunk, but was rudely awoken by the man.

“Where?” I asked, sitting up stretching.

“Briefing at CP, come on.” He hauled me out of bed by my arms. I followed along, still spaced from being asleep moments ago.

“Why am I coming?” I asked trailing along behind the group, yawning into my hand.

“You're on call, if anything goes wrong.” Lieb tells me, I nod. I don’t actually think I need to be there, but I’m dragged to it anyway.

Babe slings me under his arm as we walk. I let him lead me, only having my eyes open a crack.

The boys slump down into their seats in CP waiting for the others to arrive for the briefing. I lean against the back wall by the window behind Web. I don’t need to be right up at the front with the rest of the men, as I’m not going on the patrol. Lt. Jones leans against the wall by the entrance looking nervous, quiet chatter filling the room.

“Come on, he can’t be leading.” I hear Grant whisper to Babe. There had been a rumour spread quickly, no surprises there, these boys gossiped like no one’s business, that Jones was leading the patrol. Which made them all very apprehensive of going, more so than before. We all saw what happens when we don't have a good leader running the show. Cough, cough Dike.

“I’m not sure what they decided.” Babe said to him. They lounge with their legs propped up on the table same as the other men gathered around the table.

“No way. Not on his first day.” Grant continued in his disbelief.

“Well, do you see any other officers here?” Lieb asked.

More men gathered in the room, standing around the table. I could make out a few of them Cobb, Skinny, two other guys I couldn’t remember their names.

They chatted briefly, with the new men wondering who was going to be in charge of the patrol. Sending worried glances to the young officer in the corner, hoping and praying it wasn’t him.

“10-hut!” Jones announced. I had no idea what that meant, but I straightened standing tall. Since when did we do this?

“Jesus.” I heard Lieb mutter to himself as he stood.

“At ease.” Winters told the men who relaxed back into their seats, Martin followed in behind him.

I kind of listened, kind of didn’t. I got the basics, the patrol was happening at 0100, how fun! That 15 men were going over on the patrol, which was a prisoner snatch. They had four rubber boats to go across the river, so that they didn’t have to swim in the icy cold water. Most importantly Winters informed the men that Lt. Jones would in fact be the ranking officer, but he was going to be shadowed by Martin. Sergeant Martin was going to lead the patrol in place of Malarkey. My brain clicked on, he isn’t going. I sighed with relief, I was glad he didn’t have to go.

I also didn’t miss the look shared between Jones and Web, neither did Martin glaring at the pair of them. What had they been up to together for that kind of interaction? Had they been planning this. I know Jones wanted in on the patrol. What had Webster done to hook him up with the position he was in now? Webster didn’t have any pull around here, he literally just arrived back!

“10-hut!” Jones’ voice pulled me from my thoughts, no one stood at attention which is what I assumed the call was.

“As you were, carry on.” Winters said disappearing with Martin.

“A little German, he speaks as much German as me.” Lieb said loudly enough for Webster who was standing right beside him to hear. Webster left the room quickly.

“Come on you, let’s go.” I was again dragged from the building by Grant and Lieb. We gathered outside, the pair bitching loudly about Webster.

“Hey.” I said smacking the pair of them. “You two are shit stirrers.”

“What are you siding with him?” Grant asked.

“No, I’m not. But I feel bad.” I wasn’t here to bully the poor guy.

“Why do you feel bad Em? That guy has been on holiday for four months, during our hardest time and then just rocks back up when everything is almost over to take all the glory.” Lieb told me, clearly pissed off.

“Em is just too sweet.” Grant said, pinning me under his arm and trying to tickle my neck. I hunched my shoulders up trying to hide the ticklish skin from his fingers.

“Let’s get moving. I want to try and get some shut eye before we do this.” Lieb said, Grant let me go from his hold. I hid behind Lieb using his body as a shield as Grant continued to taunt me with his wiggling fingers.

We walked back to base passing Webster who was talking to the officers.

“Hey, Liebgott, you want to sit this one out?” Ron asked Lieb as we passed. Grant grinning beside him.

“Yes, sir.” Lieb agreed, smiling brightly. “Thanks buddy!” Lieb sent Webster a wink.

I caught Ron’s glance, his eyes scanning my features. I could tell he was trying to see if I was alright. I sent him a smile, mouthing ‘I’m ok.’ He nodded, turning back to the men he was talking to.

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We gathered in the basement having supper before we tried to get some sleep. I sat at the table sipping my water. My bad mood was back. Don was pretending like everything was fine. He smiled and laughed with the men, sitting and chatting with them. The more I watched him the more pissed off it made me. I was over here stewing, and he seemed like he didn’t have a care in the world.

“You’re going to crush the cup if you squeeze it any harder, Em.” Lieb said, sitting next to me. I loosened the hold on my cup not realising how much power I had behind the grip.

”I thought you would be in a better mood, now that your husband isn’t going on the patrol?” Lieb with a full mouth of food.

“Emily, you want some?” I looked up, Don stood in front of me holding out a pot of food, a lazy smile on his face. I took a breath, trying not to hurl my cup at his head.

“I’m fine, thanks. Not hungry.” My tone clipped. He nodded, moving onto the next person.

“Oh no, trouble in paradise?” Lieb nudged me.

“Fuck off, Joe!” I sent him daggers, he held up his arms in surrender.

“It must be bad, you never swear at me!” I chuckled, he smirked, “Aw there she is. Gosh that other one was scary! She looked like she was going to bite my head off.” I raised my eyebrows, cautioning him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked more seriously now, coming closer to keep his voice down.

“Nope. Not particularly.” He gave me an empathetic smile, rubbing my back.

“Come on, you know you’re hungry.” Lieb offered me his food out on the spoon. I rolled my eyes, but opened my mouth. He placed the spoon in my mouth. We shared his meal, he secretly snuck up to get more for the two of us.

We sat at the table talking when Webster approached us. “Hi.” He smiled, giving an awkward wave. Lieb nudged me under the table, I knew he was asking if I had seen the same thing that he did. I glanced over to Lieb, a small smile pulling to my lips as he hid his smirk behind his hand.

“Hey Web!” I said politely, focussing back on the man standing before us. “You gonna go get ready for tonight?” I asked, the other men had slowly left the room preparing themselves for the patrol, Martin had told them nothing rattles, nothing shines so they don’t give themselves away.

“Oh yeah, I was just going to head up and join them.” Webster smiled at me. Another kick under the table from Lieb but I ignored him. I waited for Webster to say something else, surely he had something else to say right, he didn’t just approach us to stand there awkwardly. I silently begged him to speak again. Come on Web don’t make this weird.

“You look nice.” He blurted, I heard Lieb snort in laughter. He made it weird. “I mean, you look clean.” I made a strange looking face at him, “No, not clean! Um, you look, dressed.” I chuckled, baffled by his comments as he fumbled over his words. “I’m gonna- I’m gonna, go.” He nodded leaving up the stairs. Joe waited for him to leave the room before howling with laughter, he clutched his belly as he did so. I sat there so confused at what just happened.

“That was a train wreck, that man cannot flirt.” Joe said after he had finished laughing.

“Flirt?” I asked, that’s not what I got from the conversation.

“Emily! Come on, he was clearly trying to flirt with you.” Lieb looked at me surprised.

“I don’t think so.” I shook my head, surely he wasn’t.

“God you’re hopeless.” He patted my back, getting up chuckling to himself. “Come on, we will do dishes.” Lieb instructed me.

“We will do dishes? Or you will stand there and tell me what to do while you watch?” I raised my eyebrows at him. He grinned, knowing I had caught onto his little tactic he pulled last time.

I washed the dishes while he dried. I dried my hands on the tea towel as Joe waited patiently for me to give it back. A devious grin formed on my lips. I twirled the tea towel round in my hand wrapping it around itself so it looked like a long snake. Joe wasn’t paying attention as I walked closer to him. I snapped the tea towel out, whipping him in the butt.

“Hey!” He cried moving away, it wasn’t the best flick, it didn’t snap like I wanted it too. I tried again, wringing the tea towel around. I flicked it out but Joe snatched it off me before the hit landed. He grinned as he did the same thing, wrapping the towel up.

“Joe! Joe! Think about it, you don’t want to hurt me.” I said backing up, he stalked me like prey with a grin plastered on his face.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish then!” He moved faster, I screamed moving away from him as he chased me around the table.

“Joe!” I cried as he backed me into a corner, I held out my arms trying to keep him at bay. He whipped out the towel it snapped just inches away from me. I yelped in surprise, making my move to run past him while he reloaded. I pushed past him but he was quick, the towel snapping onto my leg. I let out a cry, it had caught the back of my thigh. The snap echoed around the room.

“Oh Em, that was so much harder than I intended!” He laughed as I grasped at my leg hopping around the room.

“Ow!” I said, but still laughing, “Joe you asshole, that hurt!” I rubbed the spot where he had got me, it stung so much. “You little shit!”

“I’m sorry, aww Em!” He laughed watching me in pain. “That would’ve left a mark for sure.” He grinned.

“Owww, I think it did. Wait, I want to see!” I said undoing my pants, it was fine I had my shorts underneath which I normally slept in. I pulled them down exposing the back of my thigh. On my white skin was a harsh red welt with flicks of purple in the middle.

“Joe!” I said covering my mouth, it looked so bad.

“Oh god.” He hissed looking at it. “Whoops.” He said, still grinning. I smacked him on the arm, pulling up my pants. We finished the dishes together. Heading upstairs to get some sleep before the patrol.

#Don made me angry cry #wth Don #but like I wrote it #but still it pissed me off #and then he pretended like nothing happened #ugh so annoying #like why am I the only one mad you should be too #ahahahah #band of brothers #emarkey #emily lane #band of brothers fanfic #donald malarkey #hbo war #band of brothers imagine #fanfic #bill guarnere #joe toye #dick winters

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