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Scenes that knock me unconscious from how cute they are

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I know the language of your weariness, I know the song it sings. You can have all you need, simply glance in my direction. All you require to heal, exists between us. - Tyler Knott Gregson

some luz & toye for ✧ @hellofanidea ✧ as requested by the super sweet @lewis-winters. hope the rest of the week for both of you is wonderful lovess :)

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“I am sorry, I am sorry I have been so reckless with your life.”

easy company + ada limon’s ‘salvage’

hbo war + poetry 10/?

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"Do not help that man!"

EASY COMPANY EP 3 Carentan, EP 7 Breaking Point, EP 8 The Last Patrol, EP 10 Points | Band of Brothers

I photo manipulated and digitally painted over episode screencaps to amp up the chiaroscuro. All that to say, these are not illustrations, these are post-edited images. Happy anniversary, Band of Brothers. <3

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Locals claim that they never even knew the camp existed. They say we're exaggerating. Well, they're going to have a hell of an education tomorrow.

BAND OF BROTHERS | Pt. 9: Why We Fight

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M*A*S*H — Der Tag

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US paratroopers take part in a training exercise - USA 1942

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band of brothers + textposts i have saved 5/?

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webroe for things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear? 🙏

a little webroe prequel moment. ty for asking and soooo sorry it took so long.

They were moving out again. At least it’ll give him something to write about, David thinks, lighting a cigarette and tipping his head against the bricks of the pub’s exterior. But all he’s been able to write about is split seconds of terror and then the crushing monotony. It doesn’t make for a great story.

He’s distracted from his reverie by someone stumbling out of the other Aldbourne pub, the seedier one, where Nixon and Welsh like to drink. When he squints he can just make out Eugene Roe’s graceful features.

“Doc Roe,” he calls, trying for casual.

Eugene peers around and then sees him. David can practically see the hesitation on his face. It’s not in his nature to socialize; he eschews nights at the pub, doesn’t use nicknames, stands firmly on the outside. David sees a lot of himself in Eugene, except that Eugene seems content, sure of his isolation, while David is always hanging around the margins, seeking something he never finds.

Eugene crosses the road and joins him, leaning against the bricks. “Webster,” he says, southern accent a hint stronger than usual. His eyes are unfocused.

“Did you hear? We’re moving out again.”

Eugene sighs. “Good timing.”

“What?” David asks, cocking his head. That’s really not like Eugene, but neither is being drunk, and judging by the sway where he stands, he went past drunk a while ago.

“Just left my fiancee.”

David ignores the twinge in his stomach, the way his pulse jumps. “Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.”

Eugene snorts. “Go sweep her off her feet, Webster. She’d deserve it. Nice, handsome, rich. Practically a prince.”

Handsome. David feels the flush on his cheeks, ducks his head down to try and hide the pleased smile on his face. “Surprised she’d let a sweet talker like you go.”

“It’s for the best,” Eugene says, soberly. “Still felt terrible. Ain’t used to hurting people.”

David wants to reach out to him, to pat his shoulder maybe, or squeeze his arm, but something stops him. He settles for nudging his foot. “I’m sure there’s someone meant for you. A great love.”

A breeze drifts past them and Eugene shivers. Again, David has to ignore the impulse to reach out. He curses himself for not wearing his jacket but what does he think he’s going to do? Drape it over Eugene’s shoulders? He’s being ridiculous.

Being this close to Eugene is nice though; let’s David notice the line between his brow from where he furrows it, how his hair looks like a splash of ink, that his eyes are blue, like David’s own, but more like the sea at night, stretching endlessly on.

And then Eugene throws up.

“Jesus!”

David is not the medic here and he really doesn’t know what to do, beyond pat Eugene’s shoulder and sidestep the vomit. He’s saved by the arrival of Lipton and Smokey, who steer Eugene in the direction of his billet. David feebly calls a feel better after him and then begins his own walk back, the other way, to the house on the hill.

He is beginning to think his fascination with Eugene is crossing some sort of line. It had felt natural once; his favorite Hemingway was A Farewell to Arms, of course he’d be enchanted by the company medic. But perhaps the fact that he’d been using words like enchanted should’ve tipped him off sooner. The delight he feels at the end of Eugene’s engagement confirms it.

He sighs. Somewhere in him he finds it romantic, in a dreadful sort of way. It would make a great story, he thinks. But great stories are often incompatible with real life.

He’s finally getting that.

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MAPS and FORMATIONS Normandy, Operation Overlord, Sainte-Mère-Église, Brecourt Manor EP 1 Currahee, EP 2 Day of Days | Band of Brothers

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Farley Granger

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BAND OF BROTHERS 1x05 crossroads

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Farley Granger, 1950.

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Love of my life, don't leave me. You've taken my love, and now desert me.

(Love of my life - Queen)

For @sledgefuweek prompt "Lies and Promises"