#Band Hardy

[bandofbrothers2001]

Tom Hardy as John Janovec in BAND OF BROTHERS | 2001

[potter-solomons]

I was hungry and I needed fed.

[vanmec]

I saw a silly video on the tick tock...

[My Socials] | [Prints]

how could i resist

[shelyue99]

From Eion Bailey’s interview with Ross Owen Show

Eion’s take on Webster: Webster is stuck between two worlds. He wanted to be a regular guy. He didn’t like college men, the privileged did not have to fight, but the poor and the social-economically repressed were the ones to be shipped out to fight. He didn’t think it’s right so he dropped out Harvard to fight with them. But at the same time he was not accepted in the way he hoped. People still looked at him as the privileged Harvard college boy. So the whole war he was looking for acceptance and he was feeling isolated. He wanted people to give him credits.

Eion Bailey liked to challenge Dale Dye and they had an antagonistic relationship at the bootcamp, but ultimately they found respect in each other.

He loved the bootcamp because he could experience military without really being in the military and exposing his life to danger (this sounds so Webster)

He and Matthew Settle (Speirs) burned the paratrooper boots the last day when they wrapped up the shooting. He kept the jacket and the helmet from the set.

Eion’s grandfathers were both pilots during WWII. One is with the Air Force and flew with Flying Tiger, the other is in the navy and fought in the pacific.

Eion didn’t know any other actors before the bootcamp. He is close with Matthew Settle, Richard Speight Jr, Scott Grimes, Damian Lewis to a degree, and Ross McCall.

On how Eion and Ross McCall worked out their characters. Eion said he and Ross had an easy rapport. it’s like Liebgott and Webster had a good rapport but in a strange way, it’s combative. They test each other but have mutual respect. They are from different worlds but see eye to eye. Liebgott saw in Webster on the surface that he is a highbrow intellectual, but actually he is honest, truthful, authentic, and for the cause. (This part is so Webgott)

Tom Hardy is a replacement and when he arrived, the other guys were already very close. They told Tom Hardy you are gonna be messed with. When Tom hardy arrived at his hotel room, it was already trashed, all the sheets, blankets were thrown out from the window. There were pillow cases in the toilet so it couldn’t flush (This occured during the shooting in Switzerland)

Eion Bailey said he was worried before the USO tour because he was afraid he would be perceived as the “phony actor” and not the real deal, but they were very well received. The military channel there has been playing BoB on loop.

[michelle-is-writing]

Sick, Ben Hardy

Word Count: 1.2k~

Saturday nights are always date nights for me and Ben. No matter what, we always go out and do something fun together. We'll go to dinner, watch a movie, see a game, anything that sounds like a good time. We always make an effort, and nothing ever stops us from spending time together.

However, as I lay in my bed with nonstop nausea filling my throat and stomach, I feel the need to cancel for tonight. During the seven months that we've been dating, neither of us have ever canceled a Friday night, and that's always something I love about us. Once again, we always make time for each other, so when I think about calling Ben and saying I can't go tonight, I feel even worse.

Reluctantly pressing the green button on Ben's contact, I hold my phone up to my ear and listen to the ringing tone as I wait for him to pick up. As more seconds pass, I find myself trying to hug my blankets as close to me as I can while my body begins to shiver. This stomach pain is starting to cause me to feel cold as well, and it sucks.

"Hello, darling," I hear Ben's voice pick up after the second ring, making me smile. I always love hearing his voice. It carries this tone of protection in it that gives off a feeling of happiness at the same time. "Are you ready for our date?"

At his question, I close my eyes and swallow down the guilt that rises to my throat as my smile lowers into a frown. He sounds so happy - excited, almost. Do I really have to take that away from him? All because of something that could probably be treated with medicine?

As soon as the thought of maybe suffering through the pain and going on a date, another stomach cramp pushes into me, making me almost hunch over in my bed to get through the pain. "Actually, Ben," I start, my free arm wrapping around my stomach as the stinging sensation passes. "I was calling to tell you that I can't come," I explain, my ears almost catching the sound of his heart breaking through the phone speaker. "I think I caught food poisoning from my friend's food at dinner we went to the other night."

"I ate it, and I seem fine," He tells me, his words making me shake my head with an amused smile.

"That's because you have an iron stomach, Ben," I joke, hearing him chuckle on the other end. "And, besides, if you can eat your own cooking, then you can eat practically anything."

"Oi!" Ben dramatically exclaims as if my words hit him with a punch. I laugh at his silliness. "Such harsh and hurtful words from the woman I love!" He further chides as I clench my already hurting stomach from laughing. He soon joins in on the laughing before speaking once more. "But that's alright love. I understand you're not feeling well. I love you! And I'll be over in ten minutes."

Just as quick as he said his last words, he hangs up, leaving me to stare across the room with wide eyes as my phone remains resting in my hand, Ben's picture flashing once before the screen goes dark. Did he really just pull a fast one on me? Just like that?

While thinking about Ben, yet another wave of nausea rolls over me, causing me to turn onto my side with my knees close to my chest, a pained groan escaping my lips at the same time. What if this isn't food poisoning, and it's something contagious, and I accidentally give it to Ben? It's not that I don't want him coming over (I'm glad that he is), but the last thing I want to do is make him sick as well.

For what feels like an eternity, I lay on my sides, switching between the two when another cramp comes along. It isn't long before I hear keys being inserted into my front door, twisting and turning before the piece of wood opens and closes a few short seconds later. Footsteps sound throughout my tiny apartment until my bedroom door gently opens, a head full of blond hair and shining blue eyes staring back at me as I smile from my current predicament on the bed.

"There she is," Ben says with a sweet smile. Wearing a plain grey t-shirt and black sweats, he takes one step into my room before happily sighing. "And just as beautiful as ever."

Blushing, I roll my eyes and flop onto my other side to dramatically turn my back to him, only receiving a laugh back before I feel his warm body settle behind my cold one. As soon as he touches me, it's as if all of my nausea and cramping dissipate, the warmth from his body acting as a heating pad for my achey body.

Ben wraps his arms around me and pulls me close to his body as he kisses my temple, his lips soft and warm like fresh pastries. At his sweet affection, I smile even more and raise my hands to rest on top of his, only for him to interlock our fingers together. Even when I'm sick and not able to do the things we usually do, he's still the best boyfriend I could ever ask for.

"Would you like me to make you some soup?" Ben asks, leaning down to nuzzle his face in my neck. Underneath the covers, his legs intertwine with mine, bringing me just enough warmth to stop shivering so bad.

"No, just lay here with me, please," I tell him, snuggling my body further in his hold as a soft sigh escapes my lips. There's nothing better than lying in the arms of the person you love - especially if they're a natural heater.

"Oh, and like I said earlier," I begin, remembering our earlier conversation. "Your cooking is something special," I remind Ben with a smirk, listening as he snickers behind me. Okay, maybe there's nothing better lying in the arms of your boyfriend and teasing him for his helpless qualities.

"I can put on a video or something, go off of that," Ben suggests, leaning his head over mine to cuddle closer to the front of my neck. "Or, I could be safe and just order something," he offers, making me smile.

"That would be nice," I tell Ben, nodding my head. Just as he goes to get up to grab his phone presumably, I tug him back down and snuggle even further into him. "In five minutes, of course," I clarify, hearing him snicker behind me again.

With a simple "okay," Ben gets himself comfortable once more before resuming holding me close. I guess no matter what, Saturday nights will always be our night and not even a stupid stomach bug can stop that.

[bellltreee]

one question that has been floating around my mind lately is where the fuck did joe mazzello find the cardboard ben

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(1986)

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[babydeersblog]

I just met Ben Hardy, I am not okay omg that man is so lovely

[adventures-of-grim-and-gracey]

Core childhood memory of mine is sitting in the living room watching BoB with my whole family during Christmas and getting flashbanged by the tom hardy sex scene in episode 9 so you can say this show has had a real impact on me from an early age

[drpepper-lovers-blog]

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[sweetcinnamonn]

The matrix part 2

[citizenerased77]

i finally got around to listening to the 1984 audiobook and omgggggg

i'm only like half an hour in but lemme tell you my little autistic brain gobbled up the music like a little gremlin

"thAT's mATT BELLamY!! aND SO iS tHAT!!!"

i swear that i'm listening to it for reasons other than that... i will say the whole immersive listening thing is pretty rad. also tom hardy was born to voice big brother

[michelle-is-writing]

Married Life, Ben Hardy

Word Count: 1.1k~

Bumping into an old friend was a rare occurrence in my life. Being in a different area and ultimately not being very popular made it hard for someone to pop up out of the blue and recognize me. Social media was the same way, oddly enough, but I didn't mind. I had my family, close friends, and most of all, my husband; the people whom I adored most were all I needed.

Still, seeing an old classmate did happen from time to time, and usually, it would become awkward. Sometimes, we greet each other before we uncomfortably bid each other goodbye. Other times, they would act as if they knew me close enough to consider me a 'bestie' when I was always just a wallflower. Tonight was no different.

Jim, an old Chemistry student, happened to see me at the bar of the restaurant Ben and I were having a date at. While waiting for my drinks, I watched him walk up to me and act as if it had only been a day since he last saw me rather than quite a few years. Unfortunately, I never liked Jim and his personality all that much back in high school, which then lead me to transfer seats across the room because of his never ending passes. By the looks of it and the comments he was making, nothing with him had changed.

For maybe a solid minute, he tried to flirt with me, despite me never reciprocating. It was only when Ben came up behind me and wrapped an arm around my waist that Jim stopped talking, only to smile and say, "Oh! I heard that you had gotten married!" The prick.

In the corner of my eye, I watched Ben smile and nod before smoothing his hands across my shirt, obviously giving off the message of both protectiveness and slight jealousy. Like almost everything else, Jim ignored the fact that Ben most likely knew what he was doing moments ago, and instead of leaving to spare himself the embarrassment, he spoke up once more. "How's married life treating you?"

"It's great!" I answered him, smiling at the reminder of Ben being mine and me being his. Just like before, Jim still didn't get the signs and only left after Ben spoke up after me.

"So is the sex life!"

"No, Ben, you just don't understand!" I tell him as soon as we walk through the door of our house, Ben heading straight for the couch. "You can't just say shit like that and expect me not to get embarrassed!" I continue while Ben remains sitting on the loveseat, fighting the shit-eating smile on his face.

"You don't just... bring up what you and I do in the bedroom to some guy I haven't seen since the tenth grade!" I tell him, watching as one of his hands comes up to cover his ever growing smile. A few seconds pass before he drops his pale hand and stares at me with bright green eyes and a now softer smile as if he were lovingly gazing at me with the purest intent.

"What?" I ask him, perplexed at his unwillingness to argue back or defend himself. I would think that Ben would be still standing and arguing every point I've made to him. Instead, he's just calmly sitting on the couch as if he were waiting for me to finish. It almost makes me want to fight even more, but what's the point if he's not even saying two words back to me?

"Nothing," Ben answers, shaking his head with the same smile. He's still staring at me with his dopey eyes and calm expression. "It's just..." He then sighs. "You look so hot when you're mad."

His comment makes me pause and close my eyes as a crimson blush takes over my cheeks. Of course he would say something like this - of course. It still doesn't mean that I'm not affected by his words; in fact, it's just the opposite. His words do this to me every time without fail. It's why I got so embarrassed at the restaurant.

"Ben, it is not the time," I tell him, opening my eyes to see him now rising from the chair. "You aren't even responding to anything I'm saying, so don't try to-"

"It's because I don't want to argue with you," Ben tells me, shrugging as if his answer was an obvious one. "I'm sorry my words embarrassed you, darling, truly, but to walk over and see that guy talking to my wife and staring at her with no intent on leaving her alone," With every word pronounced by his deep voice, he steps closer until stopping in front of me, his body towering over me with his looming height and figure. "It just made me want to do this."

With his final words, Ben pulls me into his arms and yanks me up into the air, my legs quickly wrapping around his waist as my arms circle his shoulders to hold on. My surprised gasp is cut short as Ben takes the chance to press his lips to mine, our eyes simultaneously closing as we kiss each other with an unrelenting passion. My anger mixed with his eagerness combines into intense kissing with our holds on each other tightening and hands grasping anything they feel with every second passing.

"Don't you want this too?" Ben asks, taking his lips away from mine. Almost immediately, he moves them to my neck as he begins placing kisses to any inch of skin he comes across. A stinging sensation begins to follow each one, making me nearly moan each time much to Ben's delight. My neck and chest will probably be purple and blue tomorrow, but I know neither of us is even remotely sorry.

"No," I pant out, feeling as Ben slightly backs off to look at me with an almost confused gaze. Meeting his green eyes with my (e/c) ones, I stare at his face and take in everything, knowing it all has to be mirrored on mine as well. His cheeks are flushed as they puff out with every breath he takes, and his blond hair is an absolute wreck from my hands mindlessly reaching up to comb through it. Not to mention his cherry lips are swollen and puffy now, the sight making me smile and lean in close to them before fully answering my husband. “I need it."

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