#b17boys

[mercurygray]

there is something about mail-order bride au that brings me so much joy i don’t know what’s wrong with me. and i just adore fred so much. the most niche little crossover that makes me so happy.

Kate, I'm making the worst face right now. That's such a nice compliment.

I think the appeal is about making the best of bad circumstances? And about coming to know someone? Also Fred's just...nice.

I think the enduring appeal of AUs is 'in any circumstances I will find you' and I love that.

[thoughpoppiesblow]

when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool) 💖 😘

thank you! <3

DAYLIGHT DOOM - MOTO BANDIT

Please Be Rude - Gigi Perez

All We Ever Do Is Talk - Del Water Gap

The Tortured Poets Department - Taylor Swift

Champagne Coast - Blood Orange

[therealslimshakespeare]

WIP Game, I was kindly tagged by @mercurygray @ktredshoes @prettyinlimegreenboots @winniemaywebber @hogans-heroes

Rules being post 1-2 sentences from your latest WIP and tag as many folks as you feel like. I’m fully offering an open invitation to anyone who wants to participate. Specific tags: @softspeirs @b17boys @svkhky @homesickturner @crazymadpassionatelove @from-memphis-with-love @faegoddessog @stylespresleyhearted

Excerpt of WIP for postwar THOSE WHO CAN:

“What?” Ida was too wary to promise Egan anything but the alarm in her eyes warred with the mirth on her lips.

“I wanna make breakfast with you,” he stipulated, laying one finger down on her arm, the next followed, “wanna ask Johnny if those tips I gave him worked as well as they shoulda-“

“-Bucky you didn’t?!”

“and I wanna -course I did doll, didn’t want him making a hash of that poor girl first night, we’re counting on him to break the baby tie-“

[thedeviltohisangel]

OC Moodboard: Butter Egan

As my most popular OC, he deserved his own and I apologize I did not do it sooner. Tagging @prettyinlimegreenboots for the original tag but also Butter's godparents, @b17boys and @karasnonsense99

OC: Butter Egan

Animal: Bird (His mother's archnemesis therefore his as well. He is so content to scare them away or straight up eliminate them in the name of keeping Cass safe and making her happy)

City: Zanzibar (This is where he first escaped to with his mom and where he truly believes his life started. Everything before does not matter)

Plant: Brussel Sprouts (His favorite vegetable. He is a good boy who always eats his vegetables)

Character: Beethoven

Season: Winter (Cass is extra cuddly with him and the family snuggles with him by the fire and he gets so many presents and extra treats with all the visitors. He also loves playing with the babies in the snow)

Hobby: Taking baths with his mother or the babies

Color: The color of Cass' cheeks when she blushes with his kisses

Crystal: Ruby (He is a bloodhound after all)

Food: Steak (Specifically when Cass makes it.)

[wexhappyxfew]

Okay that 3-parter sounds interesting!! 👀 Anything you can share about that?

HI KILLY!!!! <33333 thank you so much for sending this in omgggg!!!! please know that when this idea hit, i was like ..... yes this is absolutely becoming a 3-parter - so i am so so happy to yap about it!!! :D thank you SO MUCH!!!!!

@b17boys mentioned something about my OC, Judy Rybinski, who becomes turret ball gunner for Rosie's Riveters, would ultimately drop in between those German/Russian lines and I SPIRALED and was like - this needs to be written. AND HERE WE ARE!!!!!

I think, in comparison to my other writings, I really wanted to take time to dig into both the characters (Judy and Rosie) along with the surroundings, the general environment and situations and struggle around them and what that means to them individually and together as characters. We take it from Judy's POV - just because her youth and past really plays an important role in her life and how she approaches this situation as whole.

I'm going to take us a bit of a character study of Judy through the beginning/middle of what was Episode 9 of MOTA. Really fleshing out moments and scenarios and developing an even deeper connection of Judy and Rosie as well as simply the one Judy has with herself, along with morals, realizations and aspects of her life that are important to her. I also want to pull at the heartstrings a bit - we come into the first part with a view of Judy just in a straight-up not-fun situation. She's lost, just waking up from being passed out, no clue where she is (nor can really remember), half-remembering her whereabouts along with wondering - where is Rosie?! And I think that's an aspect about this that makes it interesting to write. We see Judy on her own, having to navigate this all. Trying to figure things out and most importantly - stay alive.

BUT -- I couldn't help but then want to make a piece (the 2nd part) where we focus on their reunion together, that being Judy and Rosie, who genuinely just do love each other. And being separated, fearing for their lives and one another's - really brings them closer together and that worry, fear, desperation and wonder really bring forward how much they mean to each other even more so.

And also just because I can imagine Rosie absolutely losing his mind at the thought of not knowing where Judy is and doing everything he can to find her again - and then, finally finding her and it's like everything has fallen into place. Yeah. Lol. I would consider this purely self-indulgent with the heavy-dose of angst/whump/comfort we'll be getting - BUT IT'LL BE WORTH IT!!!!!! SO consider me both excited and absolutely losing my mind!!!!!

Please enjoy a small snippet!!! <3

"Spy." he whispered, the word on his tongue enough to make panic ensue.

"No." she whispered, before clearing her throat, "No! No, no, no. No spy! No spy! American. I'm American!" Judy was frantic in her own defense of herself. "Born and raised! Red, white and blue, all the star-spangled bullshit. Down in North Carolina - you hear my accent?!" she called frantically again, desperate for the rifle to be removed from touching her uniform and for her to get a better idea of where she was and what was going on. "Carolina?" "Yes!" Judy said, going to sit up, but letting out a strangled cry and going to reach for her shoulder instantly - she watched all the rifles uphold, aiming at her again at her quick movements and she couldn't help the tears that welled in her eyes - with the confusion, the pain, the desperation. Between freezing and being confused and in pain enough to make her pass out - if she died out here, she'd be thankful. Anywhere was better than this snow-capped and war-torn field.

Safe to say Judy Rybinski is nothing but a smol bean who simply needs to be back home, snuggled up with a warm mug of tea and FAR from here. But -- she's got this so, I have no worries for her!!! MUST SAY - I love getting into this type of writing again though (reminds me of my Landslide-era writing days haha!) THANK YOU AGAIN KILLYYYYY!!!!! <333333

ask about one of my WIPs! [here]

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Tag Game

Thanks for the tags @luminouslywriting, @b17boys, and @claireelizabeth85!

rules: show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

True North:

Dorothy adjusted her blazer as the door swung closed behind her, eyeing her friend in concern, “You’re not pregnant are you?”

Into the Mist:

“At least he would’ve been safe!” Audrey’s voice echoed all around, her last word wrapping around the house and clinging to the trees, “but instead he endured years of abuse because no one said a fucking thing!”

I'm super late to this, so I tag @prettyinlimegreenboots, @cdragons, and anyone else who would like to participate! :)

[blurredcolour]

Tag Game!

Thank you very much for the tags @luminouslywriting and @b17boys!!

rules: show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

From part four of In My Blood

As he pulled you around the back of the squat, brick building, pressing against you protectively, your breath hitched in your throat at the mortifyingly intense reaction his closeness evoked from your body.

zero-pressure tags: @precious-little-scoundrel, @lostloveletters or @venus-haze (dealer's choice, darling), @mads-weasley, @footprintsinthesxnd, @softspeirs , @blueberry-ovaries

[luminouslywriting]

Tag Game

Thanks for the tag sweet @sagesolsticewrites!

rules: show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

"But if there was one thing he knew, it was that he would wait a lifetime for Ruth Sharpe to reciprocate those feelings."

Haha also not tagging as many people as there are words, but here we go (no pressure tags): @blurredcolour @b17boys @hesbuckcompton-baby @instructionsnotincluded @ktredshoes @leopard-skin-pillbox-hat-ok @prettyinlimegreenboots

[therealslimshakespeare]

This was startling and I utterly loved it, OP. Alarmingly accurate ✨

no pressure tags: @blurredcolour @steph-speaks @slowsweetlove @arabellasleopardcoat @ab4eva @crazymadpassionatelove @hogans-heroes @avonne-writes @prompted-wordsmith @ktredshoes @stylespresleyhearted @bcolfanfic @softspeirs @evita-shelby @b17boys @liebgottsjumpwings @xxanaduwrites

pspspspsps poetry mutuals come here... new quiz... making you the patron saint of something...

[mercurygray]

always love the tributes to Norway from Fred, so your latest blurb of her made my heart so warm

Aw, thanks, Kate! I enjoy putting them in - they're fun little Easter eggs for me to research. Yesterday I learned that the RAF fielded two squadrons of Norwegian pilots - all of them in fighters.

[thoughpoppiesblow]

WIP Game

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

The Dead Dusty Summer

Buck in someone else's room

Buck in someone else's room AGAIN

thanks for the tag @almost-a-class-act <3 i'll pass this on to @b17boys @kindsummer @lostloveletters :)

[therealslimshakespeare]

Last Line Game:

thanks for the tag, sweet @latibvles , such fun to get to share, thanks for thinking of me. Tagging anybody who wants to join in! No pressure tags: @b17boys @blakelysco-pilot @whirlpool-blogs @stereobone @arabellasleopardcoat @prompted-wordsmith @crazymadpassionatelove @steph-speaks

Gale doesn’t know what to make of owning part of Wyoming. He supposes he’s glad it’s Stan’s portion, distasteful and unimpressive as his own father’s knack for unemployment was, it served to leave Gale unburdened by just about anything that had once belonged to him. Somewhere around here there was a house his mama lived in, and Gale suspected that she had worked and paid for a portion of it, and when she died the parts she hadn’t paid for would get called in by the bank and Gale would let them. But now he owns Stan’s place, his mine and his little lodge and it’s the only place he recalls really enjoying his childhood without bracing for the shoe to drop. Weekends spent endlessly happy and healthy and well worked but treated right. It’s where he learned to horse braid hair; the sweet thought makes his eyes flit away from the jet bridge glass and the pelting rain against it to Maureen who stands at his elbow with her auburn hair grown long and thin at the ends, braided by him this morning.

“I told you that you’d be cold.” he reminds her as she makes a valiant showing of bouncing on her heels and keeping her teeth from chattering, it’s late August and the nights and early mornings in Wyoming get downright chilly and she, having fallen in love with the freedom of this first stateside week, is wearing shorts.

Gale had never seen Maureen in shorts. He’d about melted to the floor at the sight of her in them when she came out of their hotel room this morning. Wide collared plaid shirt tucked into the white little things, her waist was too thin and her legs a little wane but she remained every inch the technicolor stunner he first remembered from basic ages ago. He supposed after his reception of them he couldn’t expect her to heed him when he tried to send her back to don some slacks or stockings. She’d enjoyed crossing and recrossing her scantily clad legs all flight and Gale had enjoyed watching her at it instead of thinking about how very little he cared about anything that might lie ahead of him. For that selfless service alone he shook off his jacket and hung it over her shoulders, the old leather up next to her face a very familiar right and wrong all at once.

“Can we drive in this?” she asks him about the waning storm. He wonders what she fixates on to forget. To forget about her mother and the papers and her fractured mind. What part of him, what act, what sanity-inducing assurance has his broken ass possibly supplied her that she’s still here and she’s determined to remain and he can ignore her except for her legs for an entire six hours of flight hops and she remains and is what he needs.

“Reckon so.” he answers her mildly. What was the worst that could come of trying? It felt stupid to wait for water to pass when they’d flown through what they had.

“Then let’s.” she suggests.

[luminouslywriting]

This was really powerful for me 🥹 and a great distraction haha!! No pressure tags: @xxanaduwrites @homesickturner @suraemoon @b17boys

Wasn’t expecting to be obliterated by a uquiz on why you create this morning but here we are 🥲

[thedeviltohisangel]

NINE PEOPLE I WANNA GET TO KNOW BETTER

Thanks @claireelizabeth85 and @prettyinlimegreenboots for the tag.

LAST SONG?: Wine Into Whiskey by Tucker Wetmore

FAVOURITE COLOUR?: i still don't have a favorite color but will try every day

CURRENTLY WATCHING?: BBQ Brawl

LAST MOVIE?: Deadpool & Wolverine (i don't watch a lot of movies)

SWEET/SPICY/SAVOURY?: savory

CURRENT OBSESSIONS?: writing, trivia, reading, traveling, shopping

LAST THING YOU GOOGLED?: i was googling what time trivia is at my local brewery

People I’m tagging to get to know better: @karasnonsense99 @gloryofroses19 @b17boys @softspeirs

[wexhappyxfew]

Last Line(s) Tags!! :)

first off, just wanted to say a big thank you to @mercurygray and @softspeirs for tagging me in the last line(s) tags writing thingy (for lack of a better word haha)!!! biggest thank you's around for letting me share a bit of what i have in terms of writing as of late! :) secondly, i would like you all to please enjoy a small bit of viv ratcliff x ev blakely, whom i have been meaning to write for ages, but have not had the proper amount of time. so! enjoy them through carrie achterberg's POV!

"Ev!" Carrie looked up and over and watched as Vivian had looked up, jaw dropping open, a few stray tears lingering in the corners of her eyes, as she slid off the stool and hurried over towards Blakely. Carrie's heart warmed as her eyes tore off of Dougie to watch as Blakely whipped his head around, a grin blowing up on his face like some sort of hot air balloon, pushing through a few of the guys to meet Viv halfway. When they met, it was a sort of bone-crushing looking hug, with her arms wrapped around his neck and Blakely's….rather-large form cocooning Viv against him there. Carrie watched as Viv's small form trembled a bit against him - she was sure Viv was shedding a few tears that she'd been trying her best to hold in the last few days - and watched as Blakely said something clearly enough to make her laugh.

the just-a-snappin' crew getting back after crosby landed them right into the only tree for miles around?!?! OH YOU BET (angst city let me tell you)!!!!! ANYWAY!! thank you for the tag! let me tag a few folks here: @b17boys @saturnwisteria @mads-weasley + anyone else interested! not sure who has been tagged and already done this as i am a few days late!!

[shoshiwrites]

i adore jo & bucky!

Thank you so much, that means a lot to hear🥺

Part of me is still sitting here like a cartoon that got bonked over the head with little hearts flitting around tbh, and it's so !!! that other people are vibing too.