#Dick Darrell

[science70]

Architect Raymond Moriyama and North York Mayor Mel Lastman look over model of civic-centre expansion. North York, Ontario, 1982.

Photography: Dick Darrell

[dbstaches]

Dave Ball on stage of unidentified Soft Cell concert circa 1983, photo by Dick Darrell

[pastlivesandpurplepuppets]

Another cold front skulked in, and Captain Dick Winters nicked the skin of his neck. I shook my head in disbelief. It was twenty degrees below zero, and the man was shaving. From where I stood near the chow line, I watched him shiver under a tree, wiping lather and blood off his face, and I got to studying that. I reckoned an officer who kept his face clean shaven during Belgium’s coldest winter in thirty years must want his men to know he’s still the toughest son of a gun around, you know, that his resolve is still strong and you can still follow him anywhere he goes. He probably also wants his men to realize that they’re all going to be staying in that location for a while, as miserable as it is, so they should make the best of it. I scratched the stubble on my chin as the cook sloshed half a cup of bean soup into my steel cup.

~ Shifty Powers

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Bad movie I have Grease 1978

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I have an idea but don’t know who to write it for so pls pick one

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Mass-market Monday | Philip K. Dick’s Martian Time-Slip

Martian Time-Slip, Philip K. Dick. Ballantine Books, second printing (1976). Cover art by Darrell K. Sweet. 220 pages. I riffed on the novel a decade ago, writing, Time-Slip rockets into rhetorical reverberation, cycling its final chapters into a strange decay. The timeslips jar the reader’s narrative perception—Hey wait, didn’t I already read this?—unsettling expectations, and ultimately…

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Band of Brothers Birthdays

January

1 John S. Zielinski Jr. (b. 1925)

21 Richard D. “Dick” Winters (b. 1918)

26 Herbert M. Sobel (b. 1912)

30 Clifford Carwood "Lip" Lipton (b. 1920)

31 Warren H. “Skip” Muck (b. 1922) & Robert B. Brewer (b. 1924)

February

8 Clarence R. Hester (b. 1916)

18 Thomas A. Peacock (b. 1920)

23 Lester A. “Les” Hashey (b. 1925)

March

1 Charles E. “Chuck” Grant (b. 1922)

2 Colonel Robert L. “Bob” Strayer (b. 1910)

4 Wayne “Skinny” Sisk (b. 1922)

10 Frank J. Perconte (b. 1917)

13 Darrell C. “Shifty” Powers (b. 1923)

14 Joseph J. “Joe” Toye (b. 1919)

24 John D. “Cowboy” Halls (b. 1922)

26 George Lavenson (b. 1917) & George H. Smith Jr. (1922)

27 Gerald J. Loraine (b. 1913)

April

3 Colonel Robert F. “Bob” Sink (b. 1905) & Patrick S. “Patty” O’Keefe (b. 1926)

5 John T. “Johnny” Julian (b. 1924)

10 Renée B. E. Lemaire (b. 1914)

11 James W. Miller (b. 1924)

15 Walter S. “Smokey” Gordon Jr. (b. 1920)

20 Ronald C. “Sparky” Speirs (b. 1920)

23 Alton M. More (b. 1920)

27 Earl E. “One Lung” McClung (b. 1923) & Henry S. “Hank” Jones Jr. (b. 1924)

28 William J. “Wild Bill” Guarnere (b. 1923)

May

12 John W. “Johnny” Martin (b. 1922)

16 Edward J. “Babe” Heffron (b. 1923)

17 Joseph D. “Joe” Liebgott (b. 1915)

19 Norman S. Dike Jr. (b. 1918) & Cleveland O. Petty (b. 1924)

25 Albert L. "Al" Mampre (b. 1922)

June

2 David K. "Web" Webster (b. 1922)

6 Augusta M. Chiwy ("Anna") (b. 1921)

13 Edward D. Shames (b. 1922)

17 George Luz (b. 1921)

18 Roy W. Cobb (b. 1914)

23 Frederick T. “Moose” Heyliger (b. 1916)

25 Albert Blithe (b. 1923)

28 Donald B. "Hoob" Hoobler (b. 1922)

July

2 Gen. Anthony C. "Nuts" McAuliffe (b. 1898)

7 Francis J. “Frank” Mellet (b. 1920)

8 Thomas Meehan III (b. 1921)

9 John A. Janovec (b. 1925)

10 Robert E. “Popeye” Wynn (b. 1921)

16 William S. Evans (b. 1910)

20 James H. “Moe” Alley Jr. (b. 1922)

23 Burton P. “Pat” Christenson (b. 1922)

29 Eugene E. Jackson (b. 1922)

31 Donald G. "Don" Malarkey (b. 1921)

August

3 Edward J. “Ed” Tipper (b. 1921)

10 Allen E. Vest (b. 1924)

15 Kenneth J. Webb (b. 1920)

18 Jack E. Foley (b. 1922)

26 Floyd M. “Tab” Talbert (b. 1923) & General Maxwell D. Taylor (b. 1901)

29 Joseph A. Lesniewski (b. 1920)

31 Alex M. Penkala Jr. (b. 1924)

September

3 William H. Dukeman Jr. (b. 1921)

11 Harold D. Webb (b. 1925)

12 Major Oliver M. Horton (b. 1912)

27 Harry F. Welsh (b. 1918)

30 Lewis “Nix” Nixon III (b. 1918)

October

5 Joseph “Joe” Ramirez (b. 1921) & Ralph F. “Doc” Spina (b. 1919) & Terrence C. "Salty" Harris (b. 1920)

6 Leo D. Boyle (b. 1913)

10 William F. “Bill” Kiehn (b. 1921)

15 Antonio C. “Tony” Garcia (b. 1924)

17 Eugene G. "Doc" Roe (b. 1922)

21 Lt. Cl. David T. Dobie (b. 1912)

28 Herbert J. Suerth Jr. (b. 1924)

31 Robert "Bob" van Klinken (b. 1919)

November

11 Myron N. “Mike” Ranney (b. 1922)

20 Denver “Bull” Randleman (b. 1920)

December

12 John “Jack” McGrath (b. 1919)

31 Lynn D. “Buck” Compton (b. 1921)

Unknown Date

Joseph P. Domingus

Richard J. Hughes (b. 1925)

Maj. Louis Kent

Father John Mahoney

George C. Rice

SOURCES

Military History Fandom Wiki

Band of Brothers Fandom Wiki

Traces of War

Find a Grave

[lizzy019]

✨ 🔞 ‎ 𝑀𝒜𝒮𝒯𝐸𝑅𝐿𝐼𝒮𝒯 🔞‎ ✨

‎ 💚- Fluff 🖤- Angst ❤️- Smut ‎

𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓜𝔂 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓰! 𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼!

The Outsiders:

Johnny Cade

Jul 1/24 ❤️ - Baby, I'm Tired..

Jul 1/24 ❤️ - If White was a Feeling...

Jul 2/24 ❤️ - Stressed Out

Jul 3/24 ❤️ - Confidence or Illusion?

Jul 4/24 ❤️ - Say Cheese!

Jul 8/24 ❤️ - Sleep Well... Enough.

Jul 9/24 ❤️ - In The Club, In The Sheets, & In My Heart.

Jul 10/24 ❤️ - Are You Sure You Want Me?

Jul 12/24 ❤️ - My Good Boy!

Jul 14/24 💚❤️ - Dating Johnny Headcanons! - Part Two

Jul 19/24 ❤️ - White Raindrops.

Jul 21/24 🖤💚 - It'll Always Be You.

Jul 31/24 ❤️ - I Can Help!

Sept 20/24 ❤️ - We're Under The Same Stars.

Coming Soon!

Ponyboy Curtis

Jul 31/24 💚 - Tickle Fight?

Darry Curtis

Jul 6/24 ❤️ - Moonshine? That's Liquor.

Jul 7/24 ❤️ - No Modesty.

Jul 11/24 ❤️ - Big Titty Goth Girlfriend :)

Jul 13/24 ❤️ - Wait For Me...

Jul 18/24 ❤️ - Good Girl.

Jul 22/24 💚❤️ - Darry Curtis w/ nipple piercings - Headcanons!

Jul 24/24 ❤️ - Lock The Door, Yeah?

Aug 10/24 💚❤️ - Darrel Curtis - Protective & Dominant Headcanons!

Oct 28/24 ❤️ - Whispers in the Evening.

Coming Soon!

Sodapop Curtis

Jul 9/24 ❤️ - Fizzing Pleasures.

Aug 9/24 💚 - Morning w/ Soda :) - Drabble

Coming Soon!

Dallas Winston

Jul 4/24 ❤️ - Them hips, hun.

Jul 14/24 💚❤️ - Dally Headcanons w/ an Innocent S.O.

Jul 17/24 ❤️ - Birthday Boy 🎉

Aug 5/24 ❤️ - Sore Loser.

Aug 15/24 ❤️ - Help Me!

Aug 29/24 ❤️ - Itty Bitty Baby!

Coming Soon!

Keith “Two-Bit” Mathews

Jul 27/24 ❤️ - Are You In Love? ...For Real This Time?

Steve Randle

Coming Soon!

Doubles - The Outsiders

❤️ - They're Called "Love Handles" For A Reason!

❤️ - You Eat, So What?

The Outsiders: Dick Sizes

The Outsiders: Shower Routines?

❤️ - Bandaids!

Coming Soon!

Drabbles:

❤️ - Johnny w/ Ovulating!Reader

❤️ - Pussy-drunk Johnny

❤️ - Darry w/ Ovulating!Reader

❤️ - Johnny talking Reader through it

❤️ - Johnny in the 69 position!

❤️ - Johnny w/ a squirting kink

❤️ - Sodapop w/ Ovulating!Reader

💚 - Morning w/ Soda :)

❤️ - Johnny w/ praise and violent thrusts

❤️ - Dally w/ Ovulating!Reader

❤️ - Jally x Reader

❤️ - Two-Bit face riding

❤️ - Desperate Dallas lmaoo

🖤💚 - Pregnancy w/ Dallyyyy

❤️ - Darry x Dally x Reader threesome :))

❤️ - Dally teaching her to masturbate

❤️ - Public seggs w/ Johnny

🖤💚 - Dally mini break up :(

💚 - Johnny & his fluffy hair

🖤💚 - Dally helping you after you got jumped :(

❤️ - ditzy w/ Dally (suggestive)

💚 - Johnny loves youuuu

💚 - Dally n pink bows <3

❤️ - Stevie smut

💚 - Ponyboy so eepy

💚 - Pony has bad dreams abt you :((

💚 - Johnny showing innocent reader the gang :)

💚⚠️ - The gang w a reader who hates drugs n drinks

CoD:

König

Jul 16/24 ❤️ - My Big Bear!

Ghost

Jul 7/24 ❤️ - Cinnamon Roll?

David Walker

Jul 5-6/24 ❤️ - I'll Be Home, Mama. / 💚 - Part two!

Nikto

Personality Analysis

Coming Soon!

Doubles - Call of Duty

Coming Soon!

The Karate Kid:

Daniel Larusso

💚 - Blood & Love Are Both Red.

Drabbles:

❤️ - Johnny x Daniel x Reader

[oatflatwhite]

BOBSTROLOGY

A completely serious presentation by @pegasusdrawnchariots and oatflatwhite

written version under the cut!

♈️Patrick O’Keefe [April 3 1926] ♈️Robert Sink [April 3 1905] ♈️John Julian [5 April 1924] ♈️Renée Lemaire [10 April 1914] ♈️James Miller [11 April 1924] ♈️Walter “Smokey” Gordon [April 15 1920] ♉️~Ronald Speirs [April 20 1920] ♉️Alton More [April 22 1920] ♉️Henry Jones [27 April 1924] ♉️Edward “Babe” Heffron [May 16 1923] ♉️John Martin [May 12 1922] ♉️Joseph Liebgott [May 17 1915] ♉️Norman Dike [May 19 1918] ♉️William Guarnere [April 28 1923] ♊️David Webster [June 2 1922] ♊️George Luz [June 17 1921] ♊️Roy Cobb [June 18 1914] ♋️Frederick “Moose” Heyliger [June 23 1916] ♋️Albert Blithe [June 25 1923] ♋️Donald Hoobler [28 June 1922] ♋��Thomas Meehan [8 July 1921] ♋️John Janovec [9 July 1925] ♋️Robert “Popeye” Wynn [July 10 1921] ♋️James "Moe" Alley [July 20 1922] ♌️~Burton “Pat” Christenson [July 23 1922] ♌️Eugene Jackson [29 July 1922] ♌️Donald Malarkey [July 31 1921] ♌️Edward Tipper [3 August 1921] ♍️Floyd Talbert [August 26 1923] ♍️Alex Penkala [August 30 1922] ♍️William Dukeman [3 September 1921] ♎️Eugene Roe [October 17 1922] ♎️Harry Welsh [September 27 1918] ♎️Lewis Nixon [September 30 1918] ♎️Ralph Spina [October 5 1919] ♎️Thomas Peacock [October 9 1923] ♏️Denver “Bull” Randleman [November 20 1920] ♑️Lynn “Buck” Compton [December 31 1921] ♑️Antonio Garcia [January 17 1925] ♒️Richard "Dick" Winters [January 21 1918] ♒️Herbert Sobel [January 26 1912] ♒️Carwood Lipton [January 30 1920] ♒️Warren “Skip” Muck [January 31 1922] ♓️Lester Hashey [23 February 1925] ♓️Charles “Chuck” Grant [1 March 1922] ♓️Robert Strayer [March 2 1912] ♓️Wayne “Skinny” Sisk [March 4 1922] ♓️Frank Perconte [March 10 1917] ♓️Darrell “Shifty” Powers [March 13 1923] ♓️Joseph Toye [March 14 1919]

6 Aries 🥉 8 Taurus 🥇 3 Gemini 7 Cancer 🥈 4 Leo 3 Virgo 5 Libra 1 Scorpio 0 Sagittarius 🥄 2 Capricorn 4 Aquarius 7 Pisces 🥈

10 🔥 13 🪨 12 💨 15 💧

20 cardinal 17 fixed 13 mutable

22 masculine 28 feminine

[pastlivesandpurplepuppets]

We stopped for a night or two near a town called Buckloe. The Alps were real close, and those tall, snowy mountains looked fine. Some of our fellas went out on patrol, but they returned in a big hurry. Seemed they’d found something that didn’t look like nothing a man had ever seen before. I guess Major Winters and some battalion staff went back to look at what they’d found, then they called us to go in. All I saw were prisoners hanging on a fence. The fellas in other platoons went inside, but our platoon didn’t go in, at least the squad I was in. That was fine by me. Those prisoners hanging on a fence were like no prisoners I’d ever seen before. Just skeletons in striped pajamas. Their arms were the size around of my rifle barrel. Me and the fellas I was with were ordered to keep going, so we went through and set up an outpost on the outskirts of the area. Other soldiers helped out inside the camp. When the men came back from that duty, few of them talked much about what they saw. It was too hard for them to put into words, I guessed. General Taylor declared martial law all through the area, and he ordered the German people from the nearby towns to go into the camp and clean it up. So the next day we saw German civilians headed down the road with shovels and rakes, going to clean up the bodies in that concentration camp. I didn’t know what to rightly think of those two days. From what some of the other men told me, I was relieved I didn’t see what they saw. But then again, these horrible things happened, you know, and it benefits a young man to know what the world is actually like—both its good and bad sides. We got word around on April 30 that Hitler committed suicide. He wolfed down some cyanide and shot himself in the head. So I guessed that one evil man who’d caused so much aggravation for so many people all over the world finally got what was coming to him.

~ Shifty Powers

[sarahsmi13s]

Rodeo

(not my gif)

pairing: robert ‘bob’ floyd x pilot!reader (call sign: rodeo)

characters: bob floyd, reader, dagger squad, penny benjamin, pete mitchell, some dick named john and his friends (who aren’t necessarily dicks)

warnings: fluffy bob, bob in a cowboy hat, fighting, drinking (of age), suggestive, i believe that’s it

word count: ~2.2k

a/n: this came in second place, but i love it just the same. and i’m very close to writing a part 2 for this ;)

quick summary: when your relationship with bob is reveal to the squad, hangman can’t help but wait for bob to stake his claim on you.

*************

You sat in the Hard Deck, nursing your beer and playing pool with Phoenix when the bell chimed.

You glanced up and saw the Texan himself walk in, hat on and everything.

“Hangman, what the hell are you wearing?” Phoenix asked, leaning on her cue. You looked him up and down, chuckling when you heard his response, “I wear this all the time.” His accent had gotten thicker after visiting his family.

You had all just visited your families for Christmas. It was only two weeks but it had given you all plenty of time to slip back into your old accents.

“Nice buckle, Bagman,” Rooster commented, obviously teasing the fact that the buckle looked like it weighed down the front of his pants.

Jake puffed out his chest, a smile gracing his features, “Thank ya, Chicken. Thought I’d bring it back with me, I ain’t worn one in a while.” Rooster sipped his beer, “You get it at Bass Pro or something?” Jake’s face fell and you couldn’t help but laugh. “You did not jus’ ask me that.”

You glanced at it, looking at the details. 

“You rode?” Hangman turned to you, his smile returning, “Yeah, best there was.” You hummed, sipping your beer before sitting it down to line up your shot, “What made you quit?” “I wanted somethin’ different for myself. My older brother rode, my dad rode. I did it for the adrenaline, so I thought maybe I could get my high while doin’ somethin’ that had more meaning.”

Before you could retort, Jake had looked at Bob. 

“Since when do you wear hats?” You smiled glancing back at the WSO, who was wearing a reddish-brown felt cowboy hat, before looking back and catching the way his pilot looked at you. “Well, Bagman, you ain’t the only one that grabbed something from home.” Jake nodded in mutual respect before looking back at you.

He took a quick glance down at your belt line, seeing the lights reflect off your own buckle.

“You rode too?” You nodded, taking the final shot of the game, “8-ball far left corner pocket.” You gesture with the cue before taking the winning shot. “That’s game Phee.” Nat rolled her eyes and slipped you a 20.

“So, what was your event?” “Barrel racin’.” “Were you good?” “Best there was,” you winked and sat next to Bob. “How’d you think I gained the name Rodeo?”

Hangman donned his signature smirk, “I could think of a lot of things.” You shoved him, “You’re gross.” “Come on, Ro. That was funny.” Bob shook his head and draped his arm behind you on the booth.

“What made you quit?” Hangman asked as he slipped into the seat across from you. You sighed, “I raced for nearly my whole life. My brother Bryan did too. I could say I got out for the same reason you did, cause it wouldn’t be a lie. But I was always just Bryan's kid sister, or Darrel L/N’s daughter. I made somewhat of a name for myself, but by the time people saw me as me-”

You shrugged, sighing, “I didn’t enjoy it anymore. It became more about the trophies than the experience. So I decided to be the best at somethin’ I was proud of. That could give me a family, like the rodeo used to.”

Jake nodded in understanding, he patted your shoulder before moving on to bother Rooster and Coyote.

Bob sighed and let his arm fall around you and pulled you close to his side. “You didn’t tell me that.” You looked up at him, “Sure I did. Did I not?” He shook his head, “No, and you know I listen to every word you have to say.” You scrunch your nose, “I swear I told you.” He shook his head, “Nope.” You pouted, “Oh, well now you know.” He nodded, “That I do.”

You both smiled and he pressed a kiss to your lips. “Bob-” “I know Y/N, I just-” You cut him off by grabbing his shirt and kissing him again. “I’m tired of hiding it too.”

********

Meanwhile, everyone was watching the two of you.

“I can’t hear a word they’re sayin’,” Hangman said, straining a little to hear you both better. “Dude, when is that gonna go away?” Phoenix asked, in reference to his accent.

“Oh, it’s always there, trust me. It’s normally strong when he's drunk or really pissed,” Coyote confirmed, laughing a little.

“Plus, you never complain about Rodeo’s accent,” Jake commented. “Yeah, but it’s cute on her and gets Bob all flustered.” The group hummed in agreement before turning back to the (no-longer) secret couple in the booth.

They watched Bob kiss you, say a few words before being pulled in again.

“Damn, when will it be my turn?” Omaha asked, shaking his head. 

“Bob is so in love with her it isn’t even funny,” Phoenix revealed. “He always talks about her, and they went to see each other's families over our break.” “Really?” Yale asked, crossing his arms.

Phoenix nodded, “He’s been in love with her since the mission in May last year. And I’m sure it’s the same case with her.” Halo nodded, “Yeah, I had to listen to her talk about him all the time. And then Bob would talk to me if you were anywhere within earshot of Y/N. He’s fallen hard, they both have.”

Jake shook his head, his eyes trained on the couple as they talked, “We don’t know how in love he is with her though.”

Everyone just scoffed, “Do you not see how they are looking at each other right now?” Fanboy asked, looking at his fellow WSO and his second best friend. “It’s painfully obvious.”

Jake scoffed, “Cowboys have a special way of tellin’ each other a girl is off limits, other than a ring and a few hickies.” “Which is?” Harvard asked, stepping closer, intrigued.

Hangman glanced around and saw a few guys looking at you, “Okay, when Bob gets up and leaves her alone, one of these guys will try to flirt and Bob is probably gonna see. And being the silent and passive aggressive type-”

“Guys, Bob’s moving,” Payback caught their attention. Everyone shut their mouth and watched how you sat there, a grin on your face as you picked at the label.

Jake narrowed his eyes trying to pick out which guy was gonna make his move.

Coyote hit his arm, “4 o’clock.” Hangman turned his head, seeing a guy high fiving his friends before adjusting his posture and making his way to you.

You didn’t look up when someone sat across from you. 

“You weren’t gone very long.” “Well I just got here,” the guy chuckled, and that’s when you looked up.

You glanced around for Bob, but didn’t see him. 

“I’m John.” “Rodeo,” you said, leaning back in your seat. “Rodeo?” You laughed, “It’s my call sign. I fly for the Navy.” John tilted his head, “You’re not from around here are you? You sound funny.”

The pilots, who had discreetly moved closer, dropped their jaws. “He did not just say that,” Rooster hushed out. “Oh he totally just did,” Phoenix smirked, waiting for you to lay into the guy.

You just laughed, “You have no idea how to actually talk to a woman do you?” If that hurt John’s feelings, he didn’t let it show, “Oh, I can show just how I talk to women.” He winked, “If you wanna take a ride?” You scoffed, sipping your drink with an arched brow, “Sorry, pal. I’m not interested.” He scoffed, fidgeting in his seat.

The group knew he was getting frustrated and there was no sign of Bob coming back, so they had to prepare to jump in themselves. Especially Hangman.

“Look, John, while I appreciate the offer, I’m already scheduled for a ride.”

Omaha and Yale choked on their drinks. Rooster and Phoenix smirked proudly, both for you and Bob. “I wasn’t expecting that,” Payback said, leaning on the pool table.

“With who? That cowboy that just left you here alone,” John glanced around. “And doesn’t seem to be coming back.” He looked back at you, “Come on. I could show you a better time.” He placed his hand over yours, gripping it.

You sighed, really just wanting him to leave you alone, “John, you are aware of the rules in the bar right?” He scoffed, and tightened his grip when you tried to pull away, “Yeah, don’t leave your phone on the bar. What the hell does that have to do anything?” You glanced up, smirking.

“You missed a few. There’s also a rule against disrespecting the Navy and women,” Bob looked at the tight grip on your open hand, and the tenseness of your shoulders. “And from what I can tell you’re breaking both. I can get Penny’s attention right now, then you have to buy everyone a drink, or you can leave.” 

John stood up, being the same height as Bob he could look him in the eye. “And if I don’t.” Bob glanced at you and you shook your head, not wanting him to get into a fight when it wasn’t necessary. “Well-” John punched Bob. “Bob!”

Hangman, Rooster and Coyote immediately jumped into action as you reared back.

“Rodeo,” Maverick had appeared, moving from his seat at the bar while Penny moved to the guy's friends telling them they needed to leave. Maverick had caught your elbow, “He’s not worth it. Help Bob, we’ll take care of him.”

You nodded and moved quickly to help your boyfriend, helping him up and grabbing his hat. “Are you okay?” He nodded, wincing slightly when you brushed your thumb over his busted lip. “That doesn’t look okay.”

He shook his head, adjusting his glasses, “I’m fine, Sweetheart. I’ve dealt with worse.” 

As John’s friends dragged him out, calling him a ‘fucking dumbass’ and throwing out ‘I told you so’s, Penny came over with a small ziplock bag of ice.

“Thank you, Pen,” you took it and the damp napkin, pushing Bob to sit on the table. You gently wiped the blood from his lip, “Bobby, I’m sorry. I coulda-” “Stop, don’t do that.” You nodded, “Alright.” He smiled, but it was small so it didn’t irritate the cut.

The group watched. They saw how your tongue poked out in concentration, and Bob’s eyes looking up at you.

“So, Hangman, what’s the thing? How’s he gonna ‘claim his territory’?” Fanboy asked, crossing his arms. “It seems he already has, his eyes are basically hearts,” Payback commented. “That’s exactly why he’s gonna do it.” “Do what?” Rooster asked, propping himself on the table next to Hangman.

“Thanks for coming to my rescue, cowboy,” you said as you pressed the ice to his lip. He hummed, “Of course, Princess.” 

He grabbed your wrist gently and moved the ice away from his lip. 

“It’s gonna swell.” “I know a way to make it better,” he sat up straight to look at you and kissed you. You giggled and ran your free hand into the hair at the base of his neck.

When he pulled away, he tongued the cut on his lip, “I need a way to show everyone that you're mine. And I’m not allowed to give you visible hickies.” Both of you knew it was too early for marriage, not that it bothered either of you but you knew this wasn’t how Bob would propose.

You smiled against his lips, “I think they know now, Rob.” He adjusted his hat and chuckled. “Now, as much as I love kissing you, this will be sore without ice.” He nodded and let you place the ice back onto his lip.

“You know, I’ve got an idea.” You hummed, “What’s that?”

Jake watched with bated breath as Bob reached up to take his hat off.

Bob placed the felt hat on your head, “There, now everyone knows.” Your eyes brimmed with tears as you looked at him. “Bobby…” “I know we’ve only been together for 8 months but-” You pulled him in for a kiss.

When you pulled away, his glasses were askew and his cheeks were flushed. “I love you too.” 

Bob smiled and looked over, seeing Jake smiling and dancing a little. “I think Hangman’s more excited about me giving you my hat than you are.”

You looked over and laughed, “Oh wow…”

“Do that!” The blonde pointed over at you two. “He gave her his hat, so?” Harvard said, sipping his drink. “In the south, that’s like a proposal. It’s like a promise ring,” Jake was still pointing excitedly at the couple. “Wait really?” Phoenix asked.

“Yeah, really,” you confirmed when you and Bob walked over. 

Jake rubbed his neck, “Did you-” “See you dance like a teenager that just scored a touchdown? Sure did,” Bob said, ice pack muffling some of the words.

Phoenix smiled sadly at her backseater, “You okay?” He nodded, “I’ve been bucked off a horse and pull g’s everyday, a punch to the face is nothing.”

Hangman couldn’t stop smiling at the two of you.

“Hang? You okay?” He nodded, “Just happy for ya is all.” You smiled and hugged him, “Thanks man.” 

When you pulled away, you reached back for Bob’s hand. He grabbed it and intertwined your fingers.

“Now, if y’all will excuse us. I think my scheduled ride has been bumped up. See y’all tomorrow.” You tipped your Bob’s hat and he waved as you pulled him out the door and to his Jeep. 

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[bluecoolr]

I'm so sorry, Skulk!!! 😭😭😭😭 don't worry your boyfriends are fine!!!

This is so well written Plent. I am crying again

Pent up

A/N: ya boi tried writing a little again. Just a little bit of what Skulk was up to during @bluecoolr 's writing here. Which wasn't much but fuckinnnn I wanna dive into his little brain for a bit, so indulge me a second, ok? Ok. lez go

Word Count: 1273

He had heard the commotion from the restroom and dipped out the window, now currently sitting hidden in the brush. Skulk watched with shaking breath as Darrell and Damon were put into the patrol cars, holding his mask tightly over his face as he tried to calm the rage building up inside him. He was such an idiot, he had the chance to kill these pigs before his lovers even thought about returning to him and he missed it. Every time he shows restraint he’s always punished, he’d been good for his boys while they were gone and this was his reward? 

You’d think I’d learn.

Skulk grumbled curses under his mask as he watched the bastards drive off, even in a moment like this he couldn’t act. Hopefully, they’d understand but out of the three of them, the guy that looked the way he did wouldn’t help the case even if for once it actually wasn’t his fault. 

What now? Skulk thought to himself when he finally stood from the bushes, removing his mask so he could properly breathe again as he started the tireless trek back to his hotel room, his frustration successfully buried for another time. What should he do then? Just wait for his lovers to leave the holding cells? He had no doubt they’d get out of police custody in no time, but a small part of him wanted to fall back on the one thing he always did. 

Call up mom. It could fix so much so quickly, he’d just have to call her up and give a short sob story. Then everyone would forget those damned teens, everyone would forget those piggy bastards, and he could just enjoy his lovers and finally enjoy a normal life. 

The idea was so tempting, he hadn’t even noticed the tight grip he’d had on the phone in his pocket. His knuckles were white under his gloves when he finally snapped himself out of it. It was too easy, Skulk figured, he wouldn’t learn anything. Though, he’d never asked her to cover for others before. Is that any different? 

“Dammit man, you cut yourself off for a reason!” Skulk sighed softly in annoyance as he let go of the phone, holding his hands together instead to try and avoid the temptation further. 

Finally making it back to his hotel room, he lay sprawled on the bed staring at his text messages to his darling Blueboy. At least he got to cop a feel of that handsome man’s tits before he got arrested.

The things he was gonna do when he got his hands on those two again would make ol’ Bright Eyes blush, even if it meant getting some pig's blood on him in the process.

He could be like a less traumatized Carrie, he thought, causing himself to laugh at the imagery before finally setting his phone down. 

Skulk was certain Cherrybomb or Blue would shoot him a text when they weaseled their way out of trouble. They presented themselves as pretty good people, well Darrell did at least.

Skulk stared at the ceiling for a long while, allowing his mind to wander the longer he sat in patient silence for what felt like hours, giving an annoyed groan and rubbing his eyes as he thought about what was almost a perfect morning. 

His favorite boys were home! He wasn’t abandoned! Hooray!

Skulk could still hear the echo of his past thoughts when he had shown up at Red’s cabin, originally it was to start chipping away at that man’s closet as well. Mostly because he’d stolen anything that wasn’t easily damaged from Darrell’s trailer. Seeing the bikes parked outside was the happiest he’d felt since they had left.

“But nooo, I can’t have nice things” Skulk complained to himself, grabbing his phone once again to check for anything new. As expected there was nothing. Nothing except that damned mirror selfie they’d sent him ages ago. His cheeks still flushed as he stared at it, the caption having eaten away at him because even now it mocked him. 

“Fucking degenerates.” He said softly to himself, the words holding no weight or insult but the tone still annoyed, even if he wasn’t exactly one to talk. The previous picture he’d sent to them was his own bust for the exact reason of teasing the two. Most of the time he loved it when they teased back, in fact, it drove him crazy.

But the longer he stared at the picture the harder it was to deny the burning he was starting to feel, harder still was deciding if the source was lust or wrath. Finally deciding to bite the bullet and show he cared, he typed up a simple;

Are you two alright? :[

Hoping for a quick reply but knowing how long interrogations could last. Though he was determined to stay good for them. Skulk could handle burning for just a while longer until he could see them again. Just a couple more hours, right? Skulk hummed softly, glancing at the mask he’d set on the TV stand, it stared back with it’s familiar mildly surprised expression. 

“Yeah, I’m bored too. But I want the go ahead from Darrell or Red before killing those cops, alright? Or anyone for that matter. We had enough fun with them gone.” He said softly, repositioning himself so he sat at the edge of the bed, staring equal at the mask. Times like these where he wished he still had his prescription because now he could feel eyes on him. Though he knew no one was around, the paranoia began to build the longer he stared at the mask.

“What, no words this time around? Just gonna stare at m? It’s not my fault I had one little crack on the hiking trail, not my fault at all.” 

Nothing responded, though the stares grew in intensity, causing Skulk to squirm a bit in his seat.

“Come on you have to do something. I had to do something while they were gone and who cares about some random kid. The hogs liked the younger meat. Even if there wasn’t that much.” He confessed, rubbing his eyes and cheeks to try and get the feeling off him. The simple mask sat unwavering, though something about it felt mocking now. 

“Quit it! Alright? They don’t have to know who died, just that the hogs were fed, ok? It’s not my fault that kid got lost in the woods. They’re haunted, remember? Anything could have happened… I can just say the piggies hunted him by themselves.”

Skulk reasoned, frowning back at the mask as the paranoia burned deeper and deeper in his stomach. Standing up and snatching the mask before tossing it into the bathroom, unsure and uncaring of where it landed. Finally taking a deep breath and running his hands through his messy hair. All feeling drained out as he squeezed down his temples. Crushing the bugs in his brain for just a moment.

“Alright, alright. They don’t have to know anything I don’t want them too. I’m a good boy. I am, I am.” He reasoned to himself, a sigh of relief washing over him and a faint smile returning to his lips “I’m whatever they want me to be. And right now, it’s a stupid goofball. I can manage that.” Skulk mused, hearing his phone ping from the bed and nearly tackling it in the process, seeing just what he wanted. A new message.

We should be home in a few. We’re ok, but Red is a bit fired up. See you soon, Gummy.

[inglourious-imagines]

Band of Brothers Masterlist

George Luz:

Jokes on You

Forever Yours

We're Never Coming Back

Flirt and Blush

Lonely Lips

Aldbourne

Ronald Spiers:

Oh Captain, My Captain

Overprotective Captain

The Captain's Knife

Cuddly Mornings

Have Me

Together in Hell

Joe Liebgott:

Arrogant Lover

Legend

Hate Me, Love Me

Germans Brought Us Together

Lewis Nixon:

Poker Game

Beers, Tomatoes and Suspenders

Broken Hearts Lie All Around Me

A Bet Worth More Than 50 Bucks

The Only One

"I'm Out!"

Blame it on the Alcohol

Secret

Engaged - Part One, Part Two, Part Three (completed)

Get Drunk with Me

The Meaning of Vat69

"At Least Look at Me."

Carwood Lipton:

Sweet Lovin'

Soldier's Rescue

I Wish I Could Have Saved You - Part One, Part Two (completed)

How Are Those Nuts, Sarge?

Eugene Roe:

Forever

French Spy

Like I'm Gonna Lose You

Smile at Me

David Webster:

Sick With Love

Donald Malarkey:

Coming Back to You

Thank You For Your Loving

Cross

The Moment that Mattered

Floyd "Tab" Talbert:

Birthday

Edward "Babe" Heffron:

Light in Hell

Darrel "Shifty" Powers:

Golden Eyes and a Smile Made for War

Richard "Dick" Winters:

War Hero

Joe Toye:

Yes, Sir.

Denver "Bull" Randleman:

Market Garden

Warren "Skip" Muck:

Sandwiches

[walkingaftermidnight07]

cassie lang is my new favorite mcu character bc not only is she literally scott lang's offspring (which makes it that she can do no wrong with me) with a very similar personality, but i will never get over what she said to darrell? darren? idk i forgot his name

"it's never to late to stop being a dick" LMAO IM DYING SHE IS SUCH A QUEEN