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andromeddog · 27 days ago
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the prompts were snafus big scary eyes + snafu with a knife
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hboww2rewatch · 9 months ago
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Welcome to HBO's WWII Fandom Rewatch!
You are cordially invited to join us in watching Band of Brothers, The Pacific, and Masters of the Air in chronological order April 29 - July 14, 2024.
We will be watching three episodes a week and will have prompts to boost fandom creation as we watch together!
You can find the episode schedule and prompts below the cut. Individual posts can be found here and here if you prefer shorter posts.
If you are unable to watch the show at the same time as the schedule, no worries. While we are personally planning to liveblog together the episodes per the schedule, we understand everyone has lives outside of tumblr. Watch whenever you are able - our goal is to bond over our love for these shows and experience them again together. Pop in when you are able! :)
Please tag all your posts during this event with #hboww2rewatch and give us a follow for all updates on the rewatch.
Please reblog this post to spread the word!
Schedule:
We are tentatively planning to watch Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturdays, but that is not set in stone - watch when you are able during the week!
Week 1: Mon April 29- Sun May 5
The Pacific E1  (Dec ‘41- Oct ‘42) The Pacific E2  (Oct ‘42) The Pacific E3  (Dec ‘42- Fall ‘43)
Week 2: Mon May 6- Sun May 12
Masters of the Air E1  (Spring ‘43) Masters of the Air E2  (Spring ‘43) Masters of the Air E3   (Aug ‘43)
Week 3: Mon May 13- Sun May 19
Masters of the Air E4 (Oct ‘43) Masters of the Air E5 (Oct ‘43) Masters of the Air E6 (Oct ‘43)
Week 4: Mon May 20- Sun May 26
The Pacific E4  (Dec ‘43) Masters of the Air E7  (march ‘44) Band of Brothers E1  (June ‘44)
Week 5: Mon May 27- Sun June 2
Masters of the Air E8  (June ‘44) Band of Brothers E2  (June 6, ‘44) Band of Brothers E3  (June 7, ‘44)
Week 6: Mon June 3- Sun June 9
The Pacific E5  (Sept ‘44) Band of Brothers E4  (Sept ‘44) The Pacific E6  (Sept-Oct ‘44)
Week 7: Mon June 10- Sun June 16
Band of Brothers E5  (Oct ‘44) The Pacific E7  (Oct-Dec ‘44) Band of Brothers E6  (Dec ‘44)
Week 8: Mon June 17- Sun June 23
Band of Brothers E7  (Jan ‘45) Band of Brothers E8  (Feb ‘45) The Pacific E8  (Feb ‘45)
Week 9: Mon June 24- Sun June 30
Band of Brothers E9  (April ‘45) The Pacific E9  (April-June ‘45) Masters of the Air E9  (Feb-June ‘45)
Week 10: Mon July 1- Sun July 7
Band of Brothers E10  (May-Aug ‘45) The Pacific E10  (Aug ‘45) Saving Private Ryan (Bonus event)
Week 11: Mon July 8- Sun July 14 - post rewatch events to encourage fellow fans!
Reblog people’s creations
Leave comments on fics
Consider making a new friend in someone else who participated
Prompts:
Week 1: Mon April 29- Sun May 5:
Heading Out
First Fight
Friends
Orange
Week 2: Mon May 6- Sun May 12:
Crash
Crew
Superstition
Blue
Week 3: Mon May 13- Sun May 19:
Dancing
Reunion
Kinship
Red
Week 4: Mon May 20- Sun May 26:
Recuperation
Camp Life
Training
Green
Week 5: Mon May 27- Sun June 2:
Tuskeegees
Parachute
Injured
Purple
Week 6: Mon June 3- Sun June 9
Reunited
Replacement
Airfield
White
Week 7: Mon June 10- Sun June 16:
Typewriter
Loss
Cold
Pink
Week 8: Mon June 17- Sun June 23:
Shelling
Translation
Wedding
Brown
Week 9: Mon June 24- Sun June 30:
Discovery
Humanity
Celebration
Yellow
Week 10: Mon July 1- Sun July 7:
Bonding
Adjustment
Sacrifice
Dress Uniform
Black
Week 11 Mon July 8- Sun July 14:
Favorite Crew
Favorite Company
Best Friendship
Humor
Underrated Character
Character + Quote
Headcanons
Crossover
Something Missing
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afraidcfheights · 5 months ago
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lamialamia · 7 months ago
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The Pacific ▶ K company
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balladofthe101st · 6 months ago
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abject permanence by larissa pham // the worm king's lullaby in war of the foxes by richard siken // griffin mcelroy // to forget, to forget by vahan teryan
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leckiestrikes · 4 days ago
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i got a new book today and i’m only crying a lot
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coldarena · 2 months ago
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friggin' birds...
bonus
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theweirdgoodbyes · 8 months ago
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nightmare HBO war blunt rotation: George Luz, Snafu Shelton, Ray Person, B U C K Y E G A N. imagine being high as fuck listening to these assholes yap away
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awaterfalls · 7 months ago
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Okay, I'm excited to post all of it!!!
• I had to post the pacific cast too bc the pic is so cute to be left out 😊
• I keep looking at this pics all the time and I don't know what to say anymore.. I JUST LOVE THEM!!!! 😭😭😭😭
Part 4/??
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uwumoth · 1 month ago
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webgottism · 6 months ago
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the pacific loves a tender moment masked by something gross. like the blister knife scene with hoosier and leckie is so intimate and trusting and kinda sweet (which is crazyyyyy bc leckie literally had sex with a woman a couple scenes before in the ep) and then when snafu says he thinks he has jaundice and keeps trying to have sledge gaze deep into his eyes to check
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andromeddog · 2 months ago
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some snafu
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ruewrote · 1 month ago
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ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡.
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PAIRING: merriell 'snafu' shelton x fem!reader WARNINGS: reunion, no use of y/n GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: love you like that by dagny WORD COUNT: 1.7k
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you’ve set the table perfectly, each plate and glass precisely aligned. the silverware shines, reflecting the warm glow of the candles you lit on a whim. the house is spotless, the floors swept and mopped, every corner dusted, every item placed just so. 
the air is filled with the rich aroma of your cooking. roasted vegetables, gravy simmering on the stove, and his favourite dish in the oven, almost ready. it’s the kind of meal he always loved, simple but hearty, something that tastes like home.
you glance around the room, surveying every detail one last time. this homecoming has been a long time coming, each moment leading up to it feels heavy with anticipation. you want it to be perfect for him, for merriell.
it feels strange calling him that in your head after all this time. he's ‘shelton’ in your letters, the same as he was before he left. but today, finally, he’s coming back to you as your merriell.
you want everything to be just right.
you’ve been waiting for this moment ever since you heard the news. about his return, the end of a stretch of weeks that seemed to last forever. all the quiet nights spent hoping and praying, every letter read and reread until the paper was worn thin, all leading up to this moment. and now, all that’s left to do is wait.
you try to busy yourself with little things, straightening the flowers you placed in the vase by the table, adjusting the curtains, double checking the kitchen. anything to keep your hands from fidgeting and your mind from racing. but every creak of the house, every passing car, sends your heart leaping, wondering if it’s finally him. 
you try to steady your breath, but you can already feel your pulse racing. he’s so close now, just a street or two away, a few minutes more, and you’ll finally be able to see him.
then, through the window, you catch sight of a familiar figure, and your heart skips a beat. it’s him. you can barely make out his face in the fading light outside, but you’d know that stance anywhere. his shoulders, broader than you remember, his stride, a little slower but unmistakable. your love, coming back to you at last.
without thinking, you rush to the door, flinging it open as he steps onto the porch. he’s still in uniform, the faintest dust of travel clinging to him, and there’s a tiredness in his eyes that makes your chest ache. but when he sees you, his face lights up in a way that chases away every worry, every fear that once lingered in your heart. 
in that instant, every moment of waiting fades away, leaving only him.
you don’t even realise you’re moving until your feet are already carrying you across the threshold, out into the cool evening air. the sound of his voice calling your name barely registers as you break into a run. before you know it, you’re in his arms, everything else falls away.
he catches you with a soft “oof” as you leap up, his arms wrapping around you and holding you steady, grounding you. you cling to him as if afraid he might vanish, your arms tight around his neck, your hands buried in his hair. without a word, you press your lips to his, a kiss that’s both fierce and tender, all your relief and love pouring into this one moment.
he kisses you back with a hunger that matches your own, his hands gripping you firmly as if he’s been waiting for this just as long. you can feel his fingers curl gently at the base of your neck, grounding you, his lips soft but insistent, saying everything you’ve both been aching to say without words. 
for a moment, it’s as though nothing has changed, as though the war and the months apart never happened, and it’s just the two of you here, together, like before.
when you finally break the kiss, you rest your forehead against his, your breath mingling, eyes locked in a gaze that holds every unspoken word between you. “i’m home,” he says, his voice rough with emotion, his eyes soft and full of a tenderness that makes your heart swell. “i’m really home.”
you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face as you gently cup his cheek, your thumb brushing along the rough line of stubble. “welcome home, handsome,” you whisper, barely able to keep your voice steady.
his eyes flicker over you, as if drinking in every detail. he reaches up to run a thumb along your cheekbone, his touch warm and familiar. 
he’s here, in front of you, solid and real, and the weight of it nearly takes your breath away.
he glances past you, taking in the room, the candles on the table, the food you spent all afternoon preparing. his lips curve into a small, almost bashful smile as he takes it all in, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “did you do all this? for me?”
a soft laugh escapes you, the sound filled with nothing but love. “for you? i’d do anything.”
he chuckles, pulling you close again, his arms wrapping around you as if he can’t bear to let you go. he dips his head, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, then another to your forehead, his lips lingering there as he inhales, like he’s committing your scent to memory. 
you close your eyes, sinking into the moment, letting yourself be surrounded by him, by the very comfort you’ve missed so desperately.
“come inside,” you murmur, tugging gently on his hand as you lead him toward the table. he follows, and for the first time since he left. everything feels normal again, like home. you sit down across from each other, sharing a smile as you begin the meal, laughter and conversation flowing easily between bites. 
he tells you stories of his friends, memories he’s gathered, moments that shaped him, and you listen, hanging onto every word, feeling closer to him with each one.
after the meal, you clean the dishes together, your hands brushing in the soapy water, each touch sending a thrill through you. the simplicity of it, the ordinary tasks you once took for granted, feels sacred now. you savour every moment, every gentle touch, every quiet laugh.
the last of the dishes are set to dry, and you wipe your hands on a towel, turning to look at him. he’s watching you with a smile, something subtle now, less of the bright, laughing grin from dinner, more like a gentle curve of his lips. he looks at you in a certain way. it’s the kind of look that makes your breath hitch in your throat.
“come on,” you whisper, your voice hushed. “let’s go to bed.”
he doesn’t need any convincing. he follows you willingly, his fingers still entwined with yours as you lead him upstairs, each step creaking softly under your combined weight. it’s familiar, the way you move through the space together, it strikes you just how much you missed this. the quiet, domestic moments, the easy comfort of sharing a home with the person you love.
in your room, the light from the lamp casts a warm, golden glow over everything, bathing the walls in a soft, flickering light. you can feel the tiredness settle into your bones now, but it’s a good kind of tired, one that comes from the relief of having him here, safe and sound.
you turn to face him, your hands coming up to rest on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath. he leans down, brushing a kiss against your temple, you shiver slightly at the feeling of his lips on your skin, his beard tickling you in a way that’s both familiar and new all at once.
you slip out of your clothes and into something more comfortable, watching as he does the same. there’s a moment where he pauses, standing at the edge of the bed, just looking at you.
“hey,” you murmur, reaching out to tug him closer. “stop staring and get in here.”
he laughs quietly, the sound of a low rumble in his chest, before he climbs in beside you. you both settle into the bed, as soon as you’re under the covers, he’s pulling you in close, his arms wrapping around you in a way that’s almost desperate, like he can’t bear to let you go, even for a second.
you curl into him, your head resting on his chest, the steady thump of his heartbeat a soothing sound. his thumb begins to trace gentle circles over your shoulder, a repetitive, comforting motion that makes you sigh in contentment. your legs tangled together, a mess of limbs under the covers, but neither of you mind. it’s how it always was, how it always felt right.
you close your eyes, letting the sound of his heartbeat and the gentle rhythm of his breathing lull you into a peaceful haze. you press a soft kiss to the bare skin of his chest, just over his heart, feeling the warmth of his skin against your lips.
he dips his head to press a kiss to the top of yours, his breath stirring your hair as he murmurs, “i missed this. missed you.”
you nuzzle closer, your hand splaying over his chest. “i missed you too,” you whisper back. “so much.”
there’s a long, quiet pause, filled only with the sounds of the night outside, the distant chirp of crickets and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze. his thumb keeps stroking your shoulder, you feel him press another kiss to your forehead, gentle this time, lingering.
“i’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, his voice rough but sure. “i’m here. i’m home.”
you smile against his skin, feeling a wave of peace wash over you, the last of the tension you didn’t even realise you were holding onto finally melting away. you breathe in the scent of him, something warm and familiar and entirely merriell, you let it fill your lungs, your heart, your whole being.
“home,” you repeat, your voice barely more than a breath.
you let your eyes drift shut, lulled by the warmth of his embrace, the steady rhythm of his heart, and the comforting darkness of the room. you feel his arms tighten around you, holding you even closer.
you fall asleep like that, wrapped in each other, knowing that you have all the time in the world now. 
knowing that everything is exactly as it should be.
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afraidcfheights · 5 months ago
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lamialamia · 7 months ago
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rewatching TP made me realize this and im going crazy about it
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this is the first time Eugene smiles at Snafu. Before this, he looked at Snafu either in confusion or anger.
And Snafu is like
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He's done and gone. That stupid dorky grin got him good.
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lesbians4kurt · 2 months ago
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snafu acting like that one coworker u learn random bits of lore from and is a bitch the rest of the time
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