#lets talk about legendaric

[televisionboy]

VERED! Can I require something Liebgott and wedding-ish? You’re amazing and you have me on this buzz🙈 thanks

The One My Heart Talks About

Authors note: why of course I can ;) who else should I dedicate this to other than @wexhappyxfew

Word count: 700

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Joe Liebgott knows he should be sleeping, he knows there’s a patrol tomorrow and he’ll be sleep deprived. Grumpy as you say. But Webster had said something about him and you earlier today that Joe swore he didn’t remember when you asked him but he couldn’t remove it from his mind. Those eight words “God, Liebgott. Why don’t you just marry her”

He’s restless tonight, he’s restless every night actually. Pillows and blankets that are so scratchy, it would be given away for free on the street are not so comfortable surprise surprise. So he turns over again, this time on his back and he moves over to look for a cigarette he’s cut off though, with the sound of your groans “Joeseph Liebgott go to sleep” the pillow is over your head and Liebgott chuckles under his breath

“You ever have those nights where you just can’t sleep?” He whispers, lighting the cigarette and letting out a puff. “Yes, every night because you’re a restless sleeper so I can’t sleep”

“Can’t fall asleep without my arm around you is what it sounds like, Y/N” he does his boyish smirk and looks up at the white, cracked ceiling. You roll your eyes and roll to your back, looking over at him but for once he’s not looking back with a smile. He’s deep in thought, and so serious, so unlike Joe Liebgott, it scares you.

He passes the cigarette to you and takes a deep breath while you inhale the cigarette smoke “You ever think about our wedding?” He whispers, half wanting you to hear it and half wanting you to not hear it and go back to sleep. But you do, and you’re choking on the smoke. “We’re not even dating!”

Any sign of hope on his face vanishes and he gulps “I know, but do you ever think about it? Because I do” your stomach does backflips and you can feel your hands going sweaty “And what’s it like?” Your voice is faint and strained but Liebgott can hear it

He rolls over on his side, facing you. Any other instance, he would tease you and say it’s a sexy pose but he’s serious. “It’s back home, at the bay. Behind the hills but the bridge is visible. There’s our family and friends, all of Easy Company. I thought your little sister would like to be a flower girl or something and my ma’s ring is on your finger. You’re in a floor length dress, it’s silky and strapless but I know you’d look stunning in anything” his fingers brush yours momentarily but he looks up at your eyes which are glimmering.

“You’ve really thought about this” you chuckle, moving your arm to put the cigarette out, laying next to him. Not saying a word, but the silence feels comfortable. He’s anxious that you’ll do all of that with another man, as if you could take his heart and run with it and not return it.

“I like that idea, you know” your soft voice gives Joe butterflies and he looks over at you “Yeah?”

You move on your side “Yeah, I’ve always wanted a silky strapless dress, to walk on roses down the aisle, and feel a nice breeze behind me. Of course, my wedding would be better with you there and waiting at the end of the aisle”

His voice and face suddenly become hopeful “as the groom?”

“As the guy who hands the rings” you both laugh softly, not to wake up George Luz who would be very grumpy in the morning “you’re always the one for me, Joe. In every single lifetime, it’s always you”

He doesn’t say anything back, the silence is comfortable and beautiful itself “Hey Joe?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you turn over so your back is facing me?”

He’s confused but agrees, but knows what’s happening when your arm is loosely around his waist so you’re spooning him. He reaches around for your hand, holding the fingertips gently and softly

In his dreams, Joe Liebgott is back home in San Francisco and he’s marrying you and not waiting for any patrols or commands. But he’s alright knowing it’ll all be worth it.

[rennyforpresident]

Renny’s BBSim: First Boots Week 1

Welcome to a new, exciting season of Biiiiiiiiig Brother!

This season, 16 former first boots will move back into the Big Brother house to try and redeem their previous legacy. These houseguests have been itching to get back in there since they were last voted out. Let’s bring them in!

@ashleaevans @bathroom-sand @kaysarswhore @kayysarridha @kelleekim @lahallucinations @maxdoesbb @misshoh @music-obsessednerd @nerdphobic @nomwastaken @pawn2393 @phylisisley @remember-caltoru @rennyforpresident @shaolinbynature

Welcome! Now that everyone is in the house, people are starting to get to know each other, and alliances are beginning to form

Once everyone is in the house, @misshoh and @nomwastaken pull each other into the bedroom and solidify a final 2. Both of them get good vibes from the other, and know they’ll have each other’s backs. From there, these two GET TO WORK

The next alliance to form is these five. @rennyforpresident pulls @remember-caltoru and @nomwastaken  and @kaysarswhore into the bathroom and quickly says “this is it, this group here. We were the first to walk in, and we’ll be the last to walk out!” Of course, @misshoh walks in to see what her ally @nomwastaken is doing, and walks in on the creation of the alliance. By default, she gets pulled in and The Fearsome Five is born.

The next alliance to form is @phylisisley‘s idea. She knows @shaolinbynature has a good head on her shoulders, and trusts her unconditionally. The feeling is definitely mutual.

Noticing that @kaysarswhore is already a part of the Fearsome Five, @nomwastaken and @misshoh form an alliance within an alliance and get her on their side in a three-person deal. They call themselves the Royal Family.

@kaysarswhore​ in the DR: “In this house, there needs to be a queen! And I fit that role perfectly *wink*”

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The final alliance is created by @nerdphobic! He pulls the five of them into the storage room and says “This is it! This is the energy I need!”

@misshoh in the DR: “I have had THREE different alliances fall in my lap tonight. There’s no way I’m gone first!”

@pawn2393 gives the new alliance the name of The Block Destroyers, not caring if no one gets the reference

Once all of that has calmed down, the houseguests head to the backyard for their first HOH competition!

Julie: “Hello houseguests! I hope you’ve all been getting to know each other! Tonight, for the second time in BB history, the first Head of Household will be decided by a vote! Whenever you’re ready, please write down the name of the person you want to win HOH.”

After voting, the winner is announced.

All with zero votes

@nerdphobic in the DR: “no one from the Block Destroyers had my back? Wowwwwww, good to know I can trust this alliance early on.”

@phylisisley in the DR: “I’m glad no one voted for me. I need to make sure the target isn’t on my back, and exposing my social game this early isn’t good at all.”

With one vote each

@rennyforpresident in the DR: “I kind of wanted to win, but I’m confused as to who was my one vote? Why me?”

@maxdoesbb: “I’ve talked to like three people tonight? Who voted for me?”

Which means the election comes down to three people

With 3 votes

@nomwastaken in the DR: “I’m not shocked I got so many. I mean, I’m in four different alliances. I voted for @misshoh of course, and I assume it was reciprocated, but who else voted for me? The options are endless! *laughter*”

The only two houseguests left are @music-obsessednerd and @kelleekim. 

By a vote of 4 to 6, the new HOH is...

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@music-obsessednerd! You are the first HOH of the season! You have secured your safety for the week and earned the right to nominate two of your fellow houseguests for eviction.

After a lot of gameplay, strategizing, and ass kissing, @music-obsessednerd has made her final decision

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@music-obsessednerd: “I have decided to nominate you @kayysarridha and you @maxdoesbb. This season is really hard in particular, because we’ve all played before, but no one knows how we play. I nominated the two of you because I think you’re the biggest wildcards. I don’t know much about you, but I hope this week you prove that you deserve to stay and fight for the veto! Good luck to you both.”

@kayysarridha in the DR: “Nominated week 1 yet again. Man, why do I keep coming back if I keep getting put on the block! What is it like to be safe? What does that feel like?”

@maxdoesbb in the DR: “I’m not going to panic, because panicking is what got me out last time. I’m gonna play the game the way I know how, and I’m gonna fight!”

On a season of first boots, NO ONE wants to be the first to go. The veto is critical right off the bat.

@rennyforpresident @phylisisley and @pawn2393 are drawn to participate. @kayysarridha uses her houseguests choice to choose @phylisisley; does that mean they’re aligned?

@phylisisley in the DR: “I mean, I’m not opposed to using the veto if I win. What’s the harm in one more ally?”

After 45 minutes, time is UP!

@rennyforpresident spelled “CALTORU”. That is not a word!

@remember-caltoru from the bench: “That’s my gig! Get your own shtick you bitch!”

@rennyforpresident laughs it off and throws some mayo at @remember-caltoru playfully

@maxdoesbb spelled “UNDESTAD”. That is not a word.

@maxdoesbb in the DR: “I was trying to spell UNDERSTAND, but I couldn’t find the letters! Dammit!”

@phylisisley spelled “HELLO”. That is a correctly spelled 5 letter word! You are currently in the lead! Which means

@kayysarridha spelled “COLLABORATION”. That is a correctly spelled 13 letter word! You are currently in the lead! Which means

@music-obsessednerd spelled “UNDERWEAR”. That is a correctly spelled 9 letter word. Unfortunately, it’s not enough to take the lead. Which means

It all comes down to @pawn2393. You spelled...

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CARBONATED. That is a correctly spelled 10 letter word. But it’s not enough!

@kayysarridha! You have won the first Veto of the season! 

Of course, @kayysarridha will use the veto on herself, but who will go up in her place?

At the veto ceremony

@kayysarridha: “Because I have vetoed one of your nominations, @music-obsessednerd, you must now name a replacement nominee.”

The new nominee is...

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@music-obsessednerd: “I’ve seen you scurry around this house trying to make deals with everyone except me. It looks like we have a rat in the house, and until you learn to behave, rats go on the block. Sorry, but that’s the way it has to be. I am nominating @kaysarswhore“

@kaysarswhore in the DR: “Yeah, I have deals with people, but I’m playing Big Brother. Clearly some of us aren’t. What a fucking coward.”

Right after the veto ceremony, @kaysarswhore makes a disparaging remark about @music-obsessednerd.

@kaysarswhore under her breath: “What a fucking joke. This bitch doesn’t know how to play this game at ALL”

@shaolinbynature overhears, and jumps in to defend his friend. Naturally, chaos ensues.

@shaolinbynature: “You’re mad because you got caught! You’re mad because you think you’re so great that no one in Big Brother can compare! Grow up!”

The two continue to fight, while @music-obsessednerd watches from upstairs, completely unbothered.

@music-obsessednerd in the DR: “It was nice to be defended, but I really didn’t care. I was just annoyed that I couldn’t go downstairs and get a snack to eat while I watched them”

Well later on, @music-obsessednerd did have her snack, and she made some for the rest of the house too.

Akin to the legendaric ways of Jun Song, @music-obsessednerd made pizza rolls for everyone in the house, and even made some vegan ones for the people who prefer things natural.

At the meal, @misshoh makes a scene. She starts throwing her pizza rolls at other people, and by the end of the hour, everyone is covered in pizza sauce. 

@nomwastaken pulls her aside afterwards and nearly rips her head off. “What the fuck is wrong with you?? You need to clean up this mess, my game isn’t sinking because you wanted to play with your goddamn food”

Shooken by her ally, @misshoh apologizes to the whole house at once, and gets let off the hook for her antics. 

In the days leading up to eviction, @pawn2393 feels a change in the wind. He knows he’s not top dog, but he’s starting to think he might be on the bottom of the totem pole. So, naturally, he gets to work.

By Thursday, he has three more final2 deals and 5 more promises to keep him safe next week. Will the intense gameplay come back to bite him in the ass?

Now that it’s Thursday, the moment you’ve all been dreading has come. Who will walk out of the house first for the SECOND time?

Arisa: “Hello everyone! The powers that may be (the person hosting this goddamn sim) have decided to bring me on to host this season! Because Julie is, um, going through some stuff right now! Yeah, going through it!

Anyways, it’s been an exciting first week! @music-obsessednerd, how does it feel being the FIRST HOH of the season?”

@music-obsessednerd: “Amazing! I knew under no circumstances was I going out first, so I’m glad everyone trusted me enough to vote me into power! Hope I didn’t screw it up for anyone!”

@kaysarswhore and @maxdoesbb roll their eyes

Arisa: “ @ashleaevans, how is life in the BB house? I heard you were a have-not this week!”

@ashleaevans: “It was a DISASTER! Slop SUCKS! I just wanted some goddamn pizza rolls and @misshoh took them for granted! I cannot wait to become HOH and eat some real food.”

Arisa: “I hear it every season! Now, unfortunately, one of you will be leaving the BB house tonight. But first, the two nominees have one last chance to sway your vote.”

@kaysarswhore: “I came here to play BB. I have loved this game from the start, and I wanted to come in here, guns blazing, ready to fight. If you want to punish me for that, go ahead! But you’ll be losing out on a valuable ally and someone who’s always willing to shake up this house. I don’t think I can say the same thing for @maxdoesbb. Regardless, play hard, and show this game the respect it deserves!”

@maxdoesbb: “Hi guys! Please don’t vote me out first again! I truly don’t know if I can handle that. Last time I was in the house for less than a day, and I really just want to prove to you all that I can play BB! Give me that chance, and I hope we have a great summer together!”

Arisa: “Alright, it’s time. Let’s get to the vote.”

The vote starts off with 1 vote for @kaysarswhore and 2 for @maxdoesbb. People just don’t have a good read on him, and don’t think they can trust him.

After that, one more vote is cast to evict each of our nominees. @phylisisley casts a surprise vote to evict @kaysarswhore, saying “she thinks she’s the queen of this house? Well there can only be ONE, and that’s me.”

What might look like a standard backdoor might not be; @music-obsessednerd thinks she has the votes in the bag to take out the person she deemed a rat, but what she doesn’t know, is that the house has a blindside in the works. The rest of the votes are unanimous

Arisa: “The votes are in. Remember that when I reveal the name of the evicted houseguest, they will have one minute to gather their belongings, say their goodbyes, and exit the Big Brother house.”

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@music-obsessednerd and @ashleaevans sit in stunned silence. @phylisisley knew the plan, but threw a hinky vote anyway, and manages to play it cool when the results are read.

Arisa: “ @maxdoesbb come on out!”

Arisa: “We are SO disappointed to see you walk out of the house first. How are you feeling?”

@maxdoesbb: “Honestly? I think BB just isn’t in my cards! *audience laughter* It was a tough week and a rough start, and I just wasn’t able to bond with anyone. People were telling me I was safe and not the target, but I guess the lying started early!”

Arisa: “What about @kaysarswhore? I mean, she got pretty publicly called out? Why do you think they kept her?”

@maxdoesbb: “People probably think the only deal she has is with them! Once they start connecting the dots, her ship is sunk. That kind of game isn’t sustainable, so it’ll be fun to get to see her downfall later on.”

Arisa: “Who are you rooting for? Did you make any friends in there?”

@maxdoesbb: “Absolutely! I hope @ashleaevans takes it. At the very least, I wouldn’t be mad if @music-obsessednerd wins either. I know she put me up, but I only want to lose to the winner! *audience laughter*”

Arisa: “We are so sorry to see you go, but it was lovely having you!

Now that the biggest bullet is bitten, who will go next? Find out next time. From outside the Big Brother house, I’m Arisa Cox, and remember, someone is aaaaaaalways watching!”

I CANNOT BELIEVE JODI WAS THE FIRST OUT I’M SO SORRY

I am also VERY ready to see what y’all do, some of this gameplay is MESSY already

[pelnaxkhara]

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the wheels of the truck had barely stopped turning when asha threw the door open and sped off across to ezma’s … a few days, that was all. they’d s​pent the last week making sure asha knew it was only for a few days, that lestallum was their home now, but kids would be kids. and given the laughter that he could hear from ezma’s house, she’d already found julia and ryon. crowe had slipped off to check in with petra and how the training was going - that left him with his goal for these few days; sarah. he’d heard about it from christa at first - that kaleb’s wife just wasn’t the same woman she’d been before being taken. that little julia was doing just find, laughing and playing like that whole ordeal had never happened, but sarah was under house-arrest … that she wanted to go back to that place. back to that guy.

that guy who had always given pelna the creeps.

she had been there for him when his mother had passed - she’d seen the cracks snaking up the dam before he’d noticed them himself. she’d been the one to follow him up onto the top of the rocks that arched over meldacio - an act that had put the heart sideways in him when he thought about her loosing her footing or falling … nyx, kaleb and seifer would have chewed his ass out if they’d found out he’d been the reason behind sarah taking a header off the side of the cliff. he’d deserved an earful after the scene he’d made between himself and petra all those long months ago. an earful and a kick to the rear for good measure. but she hadn’t once judged him … petra was her family. her son-in-law. the father of her granddaughter, and she’d still rested her head on pelna’s shoulder and teased out the words he’d been bottling up since insomnia; titus, his mother … everything.one good turn deserved another. she’d been there to listen and comfort when he had felt like he’d had nowhere else to turn, and now to hear that sarah had pushed all her family away?

whatever that guy had done to her, that place, it may not have been physical, but they’d wormed their way into her head. maybe he could make her see sense? if not, then he could listen … listen and figure out the root of it? it was an utter long-shot, but it was the least he owed sarah after everything she’d done for him.

skipping up the steps that led up to the front door, the glaive couldn’t hide he sinking weight in his chest as he knocked and turned the key kaleb had given him … seriously? were they really resorting to this? people did crazy things when they were under stress - hell, petra had been forced to grab selena to stop her from fleeing out into the eternal night in search of julia and her mother when things had been looking hopeless … but this wasn’t the throes of that anymore. sarah was home now. with her husband and family, but she still yearned for that creep? rolling his shoulders in a shudder, pelna tried to banish the thoughts of micah as he pushed the door open and locked it behind him again.

’ sarah? sarah, it’s pelna … crowe and i are back for a few days, thought i’d come see how you were? ’

deafening silence answer him. ears ringing as they strained to pick up any hint of an answer, but no - not shout over her shoulder to answer him. not footsteps across the wooden floorboards. just his own soft footsteps as he moved further into the home, feeling like an utter intruder with each step. his mother would catch his ear and give it a tug for letting himself into another’s home uninvited, but needs must. past the couch in the living room and across to the doorway that led into the kitchen, pelna felt his tight chest east a little as he saw a familiar figure standing over by its window, albeit with her back to him.

cup of tea? wasn’t much a sweet cup of tea couldn’t make a little more manageable. and it was a great ice-breaker.

’ hey, sorry to just intrude … i just … i wanted to see how you were, y'know - after everything. ’

after some psycho stole you away from your family, y'know? after he did something to you - physical or mental - whichever, but whatever it was it was enough to make you crack. there was no nice way to broach the subject and maybe that was the issue, how do you ask someone how they are after all that? 

loqi was still reluctant to dwell on it - a soldier’s mentality. box it up and move swiftly along. he wasn’t even going to try and ask the older tummelt about it … turks were used to that side of life, though most times they’d probably been the ones doing the abducting if rumours were to be believed. little julia? well he sure as shit wasn’t about to sit the little one down and make her talk about the bad man who took her away from her mommy and daddy and scared her and her granny.

lips pursed together, pelna dawdled over the threshold of the door, arms braced against each side of the door jamb, rocking himself back and forth as he tried to find something that might shatter the deafening silence, ’ look, if you don’t want talk, then that’s fine too sarah, i’m not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to do, and i’m sure you’re sick of everyone else asking you about it, huh? ’ another rock backwards and pelna pulled himself forward on the door’s wooden frame, flashing a wide smile as he moved into the kitchen and headed for the kettle alongside sarah, 

’ i’ll make some tea, we can shit-talk about how things are going in lestallum? your uncle said to say hi by the way, also asked me if i’d be interested in taking on some legendar — sarah! ’

he’d swung himself forward into the kitchen with too much momentum to react even if he’d wanted to - the flash of silver was what caught his attention - no clear shape, but he knew that glint anywhere, it was the telltale sign of a comrade about to warp into he middle of a battle - you saw the knife before the person, and that held true now. pain rooted him to the spot a moment later, agony roaring into life when she leaned in too close, a hand grasping for his shirt to stop him pulling back … instinct railed against his head, screaming at him to do something, to cast a spell, to use some offensive magic to put space between himself and the threat, but he couldn’t … he couldn’t harm her.

any words he tried to utter were twisted off into a pained cry when she turned the handle of the knife, wrenching it to the side so that pelna had to fight the urge not to lean up onto his toes. he grabbed onto her forearm to stop her twisting it any more, other hand working to pry her now-slippery fingers off of the blood-soaked handle. he finally got her grip loose enough to push her back, but without her there, pelna had nothing to hold himself up anymore - knees buckling, he tried to grab the corner of the kitchen table on his way to the floor, one hand still holding the handle of the blade, brown eyes clouded with shock and confusion as he looked up at the woman who’d been the closest thing to a mother since his own had passed away.

’ s-sarah … it’s me. ’

[aion-rsa]

World Of Warcraft: 10 Things Shadowlands’ Tutorial Doesn’t Teach You

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With the Shadowlands expansion, the World of Warcraft team hopes to make the legendary MMO more accessible than it’s ever been before. While I think they’ve done a pretty good job of breaking down some of the game’s more intimidating barriers, that doesn’t mean that Shadowlands offers the perfect new player experience.

In fact, it’s entirely possible to leave Shadowlands‘ new player starting area (an island called Exile’s Reach) without understanding or even knowing about some of the game’s core mechanics. It would have been impossible for Exile’s Reach to teach you absolutely everything you needed to know about the modern WoW experience, but it would have been nice if the new (mostly) universal starting area offered a better taste of the full game.

With that in mind, there are 10 of the most important things you won’t learn about in Shadowland‘s new tutorial area.

What All of Your Stats Mean

While you can explore your character screen for a basic understanding of what WoW’s primary stats mean, Exile’s Reach does a pretty poor job of actually explaining why they’re relevant and how they will impact you.

It won’t be long before you’re wondering how impactful certain stats really are and what stats you’ll want to focus on for your chosen class/specialization. While I wouldn’t want Exile’s Reach to tell you how to build the perfect character, it would be nice if you at least left the region with a better understanding of the mechanical relationship between your class/specialization and the game’s primary stats.

If nothing else, it would be nice if the area offered a clear explanation of what the difference between versatility and mastery is.

Not All of Your Skills Are “Useful”

Granted, I don’t expect the WoW team to use the game’s tutorial island as a chance to say “Some of these character skills we designed really suck,” but there has to be a better way to teach players about skill management.

WoW Shadowlands’ level squish means that you’ll learn new skills faster than ever. That’s nice for those who hate the grind, but it won’t be long before you’ve got a toolbar full of skills that you’re struggling to manage.

The fact of the matter is that there are some class skills you’ll almost never use and some skills you’ll certainly never use unless you’re playing a certain specialization. Don’t feel like you’ve got to find a way to bind every new skill you learn or that it needs to immediately be incorporated into your rotation.

Pretty Much Everything About Professions

I’m not sure how Exile’s Reach would even deal with a topic as complex as professions, but it would be nice if the opening island at least touched upon this subject.

World of Warcraft lets you learn two primary professions as well as a few secondary professions. While it’s certainly possible to reach the game’s level cap without even bothering with professions, knowing how to gather resources or craft equipment can make the leveling experience much easier/more enjoyable.

At the very least, you’ll want to learn fishing and cooking just in case you ever need them. It’s also not a bad idea to learn at least one gathering profession early on (such as mining or herbalism) as it’s easier to level those as you progress.

How Dungeon Loot Works

While I feel like the dungeon at the end of Exile’s Reach does a pretty good job of teaching you most of the basics, it falls woefully short when it comes to explaining dungeon loot.

WoW’s basic dungeon loot system (known as “Personal Loot”) is a controversial mechanic that essentially hands you an item at random after you’ve beaten a dungeon boss. The “problem” is that everyone has an equal chance of receiving an item. That means that it’s theoretically just as possible to receive multiple items from a dungeon run as it is to receive no items at all.

The first time you run through one of WoW’s dungeons and receive nothing more than gold, you’re going to have questions. It’d be nice if Exile’s Reach answered some of them.

Managing Your Talents

Talents are the backbone of character building and leveling in World of Warcraft. That’s why it’s a little odd that Exile’s Reach ends right before you unlock your first talent point.

In Shadowlands, you’ll unlock talent points starting at level 15. You’ll spend these points to unlock one of three new talents that are offered to you every five levels. The talents you’re offered will vary based on your class/specialization, and you’ll only be able to choose one talent from a given tier at any time. There are also special PvP talents to choose from which only apply in PvP matches.

While modern WoW lets you easily change and manage your talents in any area where your character is rested, it would have been nice if Exile’s Reach let you experiment with that first talent tier a little more to gain a better understanding of this vital mechanic.

Learning New Mount Levels

Exile’s Reach will walk you through unlocking and using your first mount, but you’ll likely leave the starting area with more than a few unanswered questions about how mount progression works in WoW.

As you level up in WoW, you’ll also gain the ability to unlock new mount mastery levels. Up to a point, these levels just allow you to ride your ground mount faster, but you’ll eventually be able to unlock flying mounts. Even then, though, every zone has its own flight skill, which means that learning how to use a flying mount in one zone doesn’t mean you’ll be able to fly in another.

This is all pretty basic information for WoW veterans, but anyone who is just starting out will likely not understand you’ll need to upgrade your riding ability multiple times and that certain restrictions apply to certain zones.

Flight Paths

Considering that Exile’s Reach is focused on teaching the absolute basics of WoW, I’m not sure why the game’s tutorial island doesn’t teach you a little more about flight paths.

Flight paths in WoW allow you to quickly move between important points in zones and across the world. Before you can fly to a certain point, though, you’ll need to unlock it by talking to that area’s flight master. Flight masters are typically located near zone hubs and are easily identifiable thanks to the green exclamation point floating above their heads.

This is another one of those elements that the game does expand upon after you leave Exile’s Reach, but it feels like this mechanic should have been better incorporated in the starting area.

How to Really Play Your Class Specialization

WoW does offer basic instructions for choosing a class specialization, but if you’re truly new to the game, you’re going to be thrown into the world drastically uninformed about how specs actually work.

While some class specializations (such as Mages) really aren’t that complicated in terms of how they differ from one another, other classes (such Druids or Shamans) offer completely different play styles based on your chosen specialization. Because of that, Exile’s Reach doesn’t really offer an equal learning experience for all classes, despite its efforts to change the quests slightly based on your class selection.

Players shouldn’t be told everything about specializations at Exile’s Reach, but even giving players a little area designed to teach the basics of each spec would be a drastic improvement.

The Bank

Banks are a cornerstone of the WoW experience, but they’re not referenced at all in the Exile’s Reach portion of the game.

Banks are admittedly pretty simple (you just use them to store your excess items), but considering that Exile’s Reach is designed to teach you concepts as simple as accepting a quest, it would have been nice if the universal starting area referenced them in some way.

Long story short, don’t start deleting or selling all of your items just to make room in your bags and learn to love hoarding things in banks if you suspect they may be useful to you down the line.

The Auction House

While you probably won’t (or maybe even shouldn’t) be using auction houses until later in your WoW adventure, it would have been nice if Exile’s Reach offered a simplified version of the auction house concept to at least teach you about the things they can do for you.

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Because Exile’s Reach doesn’t cover this topic, it’s a good idea to head straight to the auction house in a major city and at least explore what current market prices look like. I don’t generally recommend buying gear off the auction house until later in the game, but gaining a better understanding of what the real value of an item on the open market is versus what you can get for selling it to a vendor will help you better manage your inventory and funds.

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[mikeshanlon]

goddd I cannot believe u have read iwwv u don't know me but for some reason we watch like.. the same shows and now books lol. anyway can I ask what were ur thoughts on the ending? like to me at least it was onvious Oliver had not done it and he wasn't gonna pull a unreliable narrator last minute (despite being an unreliable narrator) I'm talking abt the whole uhh James is a**** thing.. like what HAPPENS NEXT? is he w wren? also I feel so bad for meredith like girl love urself.. sry 4 the essay

omg yes taste!!!! Also no I’m dying to talk abt this novel so don’t apologize if anything im sorry bc I wrote way too much answering ur question LGRNLRGN

IF WE WERE VILLIANS SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT go read it if u haven’t it’s legendaric

Okay the ending!!!! AH!!!! Okay yeah so I think it’s clear Oliver did not do it, I think the ambiguity lies more whether or not James intentionally killed Richard or if it was an accident. Like, did he see Richard stumbling out in the woods hella intoxicated and think to himself that this was the perfect opportunity to get revenge for all the abuse and torture Richard had been terrorizing him with??? Did he lie to Oliver? Personally, I believe James that it was an accident… of sorts. I don’t think James set out with the intention to kill Richard at all. But Richard was goading him and fighting him and after the buildup of cruelty and tension between them over the past few months, Richard be a homophobic dick and calling James and Oliver qu*er and prodding at the most important relationship in James’ life struck a nerve. So when Richard wanted to keep fighting and hurt him again he was like fuck this and he hit Richard too hard with the hook and that in tandem with Richard being drunk caused Richard to fall and die. And, like the others, James felt awful but there was a sort of sick sense of relief.

(Also, I’m not exactly sure Oliver counts as an Unreliable Narrator. I mean he is certainly keeping some things from that detective guy but, and I was reading something from M.L. Rio about this, like he’s literally just oblivious and dumb as fuck sometimes LKGNLRGLKNRG. So idk how often he’s intentionally Unreliable but I also get what you mean)

Anyways I’m totally a believer that James is alive bc despite enjoying dark stories im like okay but I need a happy ending LGKNLKRGlkenlgneg. Like c’mon they never found the body……….. A metaphorical death and shedding of his past life bc he blames himself for Oliver taking the fall is like the MOST tragic hero Shakespearean shit ever like it just works so well!!!!!! The part where Oliver describes the last time James visited him in jail…

“Oliver I’m begging you,” he said. “I can’t do this anymore.” When I refused again, he pulled my hand across the table, kissed it, and turned to leave. I asked where he was going and he said, “Hell. Del Norte. Nowhere. I don’t know.” (343).

GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDd. God. Anyways I think that was very telling of his plans. Hell (for “committing suicide”, moreso for all of his wrong doings). Del Norte is the beach that him and Oliver slept on that one night and so I feel like that place holds a lot of significance for them, but it’s a place only those two know the significance of. So, I like to think he ran away there and started a new life. He wrote that letter with the disjointed Pericles monologue I think to hint to Oliver that he was at Del Norte, if he wanted to find him, because even though his “death” was a self-punishment for ruining Oliver’s life, he still cares for him a lot and doesn’t want to be without him. Like a whole monologue about the sea????????? The fact that he literally said the monologue to Oliver while they were at Del Norte?? “To give my tongue that heat to ask your help; / Which if you shall refuse, when I am dead, / For that I am a man, pray see me buried.” LIKE WHAAAAAAAAAAT god !!!! Also water is gay<3 and in my heart Oliver goes and finds him and they like work through shit and are together.

Anyways I don’t really think he’s with Wren. Their relationship during senior year was always sort of ambiguous to me…. Like they definitely got super close, they probably were romantically involved in some capacity (since other characters like Alexander who is much more perceptive were like Oliver how did it take you this long to notice LRGNRGNK) though idk if it was like the Encompassing Love Affair Oliver thought it to be bc he’s oblivious and jealous. And also like James was very much enamored with Oliver so idk. (EDIT i just remembered they slept together LMAO but i think my point still stands) In the epilogue Wren is in London and is a recluse and doesn’t reach out to any of the Villains which like. Good for her LRGNRLG even though I hated Richard I can’t imagine like how much of a toll that took on her to see her cousin die and all their friends be like uh yeah we should let him die and then have to keep up a lie like… even though she agreed Richard was awful that has to be so heart wrenching (badumtss) and life ruining. So I think she especially wouldn’t want to be with James seeing as he essentially led Richard to fall into the lake, though I’m not sure if she knows that or not.

And Meredith!!!! Like I’ll be real sometimes she frustrates me but I think she’s also SUCH an interesting and realistic character (which is something I love about this novel, all the characters are interesting to me and I like how the female characters are portrayed.... like i LOVE Fillipa she is such a bad ass bitch but again she’s not just like. Expected to always be strong and clever like she’s got feelings too. Anyways love her). As I said before I was perusing through the author’s tumblr a bit and ppl were like “omg why did Meredith go through all the male friends” like BYEEE literally feeding into the stereotypes that made her feel insecure and weak�� (Also again, they’ve known each other for four years… so its not that insane lmao). I think Meredith’s relationship with her sexuality and beauty is very interesting and relatable for a lot of women (I mean I am not. Like a seductive femme fatale like she is but LGKNKRGN). On one hand she is definitely a multifaceted person who is more than her sexuality, on the other, she’s constantly Literally Cast by Gwendolyn in sexualized roles and seen as sexualized by her friends/bf (Richard) and constantly told her worth in and out of the theatre is her body. Like there is an interesting duality about the power she possesses with her sexuality but also the extreme insecurity that is bred by being constantly sexualized and this struggle of like knowing she has worth outside of her body but also sort of … not in the eyes of others. That scene where they’re doing those exercises of their strengths and weaknesses really Hit. Anyways yes Meredith love urself queen… get a hot respectful gf… become a powerful successful legend…..

Related-ish sidenote, obviously I like James and Oliver together the most though I will say Meredith and Oliver’s relationship was interesting though ultimately unhealthy…. Like one of the aspects I like about their relationship is Oliver respects Meredith and when he realizes he is falling into that idea that Meredith is this super sexualized person he’s like hold awn that’s shitty of me… But also I think the fact of the matter is that their relationship was catalyzed by shitty stuff,,, like lust and the need for revenge. Like I honestly don’t really think they would’ve gotten together if not for the extreme animosity with Richard and the adrenaline of like that whole show run and more particularly That Night…. It feels like they got together because they were drunk and they’re attractive, which like yeah fine valid, but also, subconsciously, to be like fuck you Richard. Like, guess what I’m with the guy who you’re constantly saying doesn’t matter. And also seeking comfort and validation when their most important people are not valuing them (Richard being literally fucking awful to Meredith, James sort of pushing Oliver away—again I think subconsciously was sort of a revenge jealousy type thing where Oliver is with the person that James doesn’t really like and makes not amazing comments about being promiscuous). And then their relationship I think keeps going because like. Wow grief is a bitch and they want some comfort. Meredith is drawn to Oliver because he’s one of the only people who values her for more than just a sexual object which like is What She Deserves but their relationship is like a mess of sex and guilt and Oliver is in love with James (the parts where Meredith drags Oliver for caring more about James… iconic as she should! Like when Oliver is like sorry James is visiting me I’m not coming or when she’s like are you more jealous of him or me when they kissed for that scene….. OOP!). Anyways idk if that makes sense but I find Oliver and Meredith’s relationship interesting bc it’s not like… the worst unhealthy relationship ever or anything and I think there is genuine care and love/attraction there between them but like Oliver is never going to totally Be What Meredith deserves especially because like… he loves James more. Also the part where Meredith slaps Oliver when he gets out of jail and he’s like yeah I deserve that is so GLKNRglkenrgnrg to me.

Anyways I probably have more thots but wow. This is long. Sorry LGRNLKRGNng

[televisionboy]

Please could you do Lieb and Guarnere fighting in Currahee except it’s over you?? And if you don’t add me to your tag list I might die 😅

Authors note: a little shorter than an actual fic, a little longer than a drabble. if you’re ever writing, please please listen to @liebegott’s playlists, they’re so calm and soothing. Yes, I put a “The Breakfast Club” reference in there!

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Treat You Better Than He Can

Bill Guarnere and Joe Liebgott fighting over you during that one scene that made us all hot 🥵

The shaky boat wasn’t helping anyone’s nerves, or to calm down. It was, in fact, adding to it. Especially Joe Liebgott and Bill Guarnere. Face to face, breathing uneven from both of the men. The uneven bobbing of the boat messing up card games and adding to the men’s seasickness, it was torture.

You were in the back, playing cards with Skip and Penkala. Training was rough in Toccoa, Sobel was incredibly harsh on you specifically. Being the only woman in combat. When he yelled at you, you bit back everything in you not to sass him back, of course you had caught the eyes of two hotheaded men, god forbid anyone call them that though.

“Full house, boys” you slowly layed your cards down in a row and Skip and Penkala groaned, laying their cards down across from you. You giggled “You’re too easy to play” Alex shook his head “You know, I could’v-” he began but was cut off when the sound of yells and the sight of four fists in 2 men’s faces.

Moments before..

“I bet you boys a hundered bucks that I’ll have Y/N by the end of this war” Guarnere proudly stated, taking the cigarette out of his mouth long enough to talk. This, of course, gained the attention of the California boy and Bull laughed and shook his head but didn’t look up from his pipe “I could’ve sworn she would’ve been with Joe by now”

“He’s been chasing after her too, Bull” another voice was heard, most likely George’s from the top bunk. Joe shook his head and jumped down from the bunk beds. Only to be met face to face with Bill

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Liebgott coldly said. “I think I’m Bill Guarnere”

He rolled his eyes “You’re not her type, anyways” Guarnere looked at the wood floor that was already shaky from the waves and then slowly up at Joe “And whos to say you are?” No answer “Whats her type then, if not me? Skinny boys who can’t own up to liking a girl?” That was the straw that broke the camels back and Bill was met with two fists reaching for his eyes

Now, your head snapped around at the commotion, sick to your stomach to see your two friends fighting “What the fuck are they fighting about?” Skip glanced at Alex, knowingly “you” Muck whispered under his breath. You whipped your head around “What?” You whispered. “War, he said war. Y/N”

You stared at Penkala for a moment but looked back at Liebgott and Guarnere, only able to see the actions. Which was Joe backing away from Bill but still getting ready to cuss him out

“You think you can get Y/N? We’ll see if she chooses a guy who can’t keep it in his pants or me”

“You could be confused as both of those” Guarnere spat and went back to his bed. Joe’s next words made Bill turn around, however.

“Let’s end this right now, you don’t talk to her, you don’t look at her, and you don’t even think about her. Do you understand me?” Joe yelled, pointing a finger in the air at Guarnere. Bill jabbed one back at the chest

“I don’t talk to you, I don’t look at you, and I sure as hell wouldn’t want to think about you. That’s what I’ll do” he said, so quietly, it was scary.

You began to grew anxious, looking at the two fighting. Hearing your name thrown around and Joe telling Bill not to talk to you. Malarkey took in account of your face and glanced over his shoulder, winking at Skip and Penkala “Hey Y/N!” He hollered from across the boat, not bothering to move from his spot

You looked over at Donald, a slight smile on your face. Whatever he said turned out to cheer you up

“My ma’ll love you when we get home together” He said, not looking up from his magazine and making Bill and Joe’s heads snap around at the speed of light in utter shock.

Everyone else equally shocked at the chaos Donald had knowingly just created.

[televisionboy]

You already know. Toye and my Italian. I need my daily dose, Vered. Hmu

Don’t Lie To Me

Authors note: I’m not doing fantasy threesomes for u, toye, and guarnere, pegah. So here’s some TOYE for you (also ily I hope this is good)

Word count: 669

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“Someone’s going to die, someones going to fucking die” Toye muttered from behind a half empty glass of beer. Staring at you while you carelessly pretend to flirt with Webster was not Toyes idea of a fun time. However, you had been trying to get under Joe’s skin recently and when he decided he wanted to play darts and not dance to a slow song, you turned to the Harvard boy

“He follows through on stuff, too” Luz whispered to Babe, chuckling nervously. Joe Toye was many things, he was an incredible friend

“Private Y/L/N did you drink from your canteen?” Sobel nearly had a heart attack when he saw water dripping from your bag, the canteen broken “Were you not under specific orders to not drink from your canteen?” You had to resist the urge to roll your eyes, which brought a smile to your face when you thought of Joe mimicking Sobel “Are you smiling at your superior?”

“Sir, private Y/L/N is smiling because she knows that that’s my canteen, I took a drink from it. I got thirsty, sir” a husky voice came from beside you

“Then you will repeat all twelve miles of the march immediately”

When a letter from a guy back home came for you, promising if you came home he would give you a big home and lots of money, Joe didn’t say a word and he held his tongue. Granted he was biting it so hard it might’ve been bleeding

While you were close with men like Malarkey and Guarnere, Joe was the one who held you close in Bastogne. He dried your tears when you got homesick after receiving a letter from your father and he gave up the few food he got to give to you.

So seeing you brush Web’s hand or inch closer to him while he was telling a story, laughing at his unfunny jokes which Joe swore he could tell better was really wearing down on him. Really, Toye had no problem with David. Barely even knew the man. His problem was you, you and your ability to piss him off

He slammed the glass down and walked over to where you were sitting, close to the bar but at a table with Webster. You were fake laughing at a joke, loud enough for Joe to hear “Alright everyone, place your bets” Liebgott said as money was put into the center of the table

“Y/N has a very important thing she needs to report to” Joe hastily stood you up and took you away from the table “We’ll finish that story another time, Web!”

You pushed Toye’s hands off of you “What the fuck is your problem? I was talking to a friend”

He scoffed “What the fuck is my problem? What the fuck is your problem? Since when is David Webster your friend, anyways. You couldn’t give two shits about him”

“Please, I am very good friends with him”

“What’s his favorite color?” Joe mockingly put his fist under his chin, looking very interested

You rolled your eyes “it doesn’t matter, him and I have a very special connection. And why do you care who I talk to”

“I care because you’re my friend” you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, softly swaying to a song playing in the distance. Joe wrapped his arms around your waist “I think you care because deep down you love me”

“Please, I do not love you” Joe gulped and his hands began to grow sweaty but he plastered on a teasing smile to match your own. You leaned forward to kiss him softly but firmly, he didn’t think twice before kissing you back. When you pulled back, he was blushing and red “Don’t lie to me, you’re smitten” you laughed and leaned over Toye’s shoulder to look at Liebgott who was collecting money from a groaning Skip

“Hey Liebgott, let me in on some of that cash too”

[televisionboy]

hey vered, you know what i’m here for. Dick Winters with his leather jacket from Points and he’s protecting you from a weirdo (yes i copies and pasted, sue me) can it be during the war? love you queen 💕

These Shadows Cannot Hold You

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y o u

He’s looking at me, staring at me, staring at my chest but his eyes travel farther and farther downwards. The British man that went by the name of Thomas Coleman would not stop staring at my uniform.

I move closer to my red headed boyfriend who was talking to Sink about an attack, trying to reach for his hand and give Coleman a sign that I was taken. But he won’t take no for an answer. When Dick stands up to leave the I, you feel relief spread through me. Taking his hand and almost dashing outside.

“What happened in there?” He asks, it’s soft but worried and all I can do is grip his hand because the British man is making his way outside. Dick pulls me into him close, his leather jacket making me hotter and my face close to his neck. Despite being in a war, he still had a certain scent about him. I don’t answer, the British solider can do it for me and answer Dick’s question. “Captain Winters” he salutes my boyfriend and places a hand on my waist, awfully lower for my liking which was none at all.

“Y/L/N” he winks, instead of getting the same familiar butterflies and red blush I do when Dick winks from across the room at a briefing meeting, I get shivers and feel instantly cold.

Winters unravels his arm from my waist and leans in close to the man “You need to get your hands off of her, corporal”

Coleman smirks, he knows exactly what he’s doing. He knows who I’m dating and Dick’s rank but he won’t stop until he gets a reaction “It’s just a friendly gesture, Captain. I’m sure you would be supportive of your girlfriend having friends” His cheeks flood with redness, his shoulders are tense and he’s nearly close to calling Ronald Speirs for backup. “Except we just met you today and you’re harassing her by putting your hands where it’s not appropriate. It would be a real shame if your Major found out”

Dicks words made the corporal remove his hand which let me sigh out a breath of relief. He left hurriedly and quite embarrassed to say the least. My hands fly around Dicks neck to hug him and he hugs me back, pressing his face into my neck. “Thank you”

The words are quiet, I’m still scared of what happened “Nobody has ever told a boy to stop, not when I was back at home. Especially the creepy ones, my aunt used to tell me it was just them being boys” I whisper another thank you to him while he takes my hands in his and walks with me. Placing his helmet back on, I can see his lips are pursed and this side of him has never been shown before.

“I love you, you’re very good to me, Dick”

He kisses my forehead, his height is such a big difference compared to mine “You’re everything good about me”

He presses a kiss to my lips, the soft kind that leaves your toes curling and your stomach to qualify for the olympics in gymnastics

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d i c k w i n t e r s

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eyes closed, the wind breezing through my fingers. A simple, simple peace. She takes the leather jacket off of my shoulders and puts it around her “You should be off with Nixon at your meeting” she’s right, but it’s painful to see her go. She kisses my cheek goodbye as I’m fiddling to get my helmet back on

We had only been dating for two weeks when she had said “fuck Sobel” and offered to go for a walk at night, and when I saw her through the darkness and moonlight, I realized she was so, so out of my league.

[televisionboy]

can i pls request some malarkey fluff? i need for some cute and wholesome content from my fav to get me through this week🥺❤️

Authors note: hi! Of course I can!! Thanks @pxpeyewynn for choosing the prompt “Do you want my jacket? It’s awfully cold out here” woah this is my first time writing for 3rd person so hopefully I did alright.

Word count: 798

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❝ baby could you love me, ‘cause darling you’d be lovely ❞

She twisted the straw wrapper around her finger, and back again. The soda was long since drank and her thighs began getting a little stuck to the chair. Sighing and placing a tip on the counter. Finally deciding her date was officially a no show, although that’s what the waitress said earlier

“Who leaves their date waiting for dinner until 9:55?” Ann said, wiping down the counter. “Men are animals” she looked up at Y/N. Ann’s perfectly shaped nose wrinkled up at her and her bangs covering her eyes just so. She nudged Y/N “Don’t worry about the bill, honey. I’d be more focused on that red head staring at you” Y/N slowly turned around to see that in fact there was a cute redhead staring at her. She politely waved but turned back into her seat.

The restaurant had since closed, and it began to snow. She had been expecting a ride home with her date but of course, that wouldn’t happen and she would need to walk the 15 minutes in the cold. Her heels clicked against the cold sidewalk, making little marks in the snow. The loose but elegant navy blue dress clung to her body, waving in the wind. She heard the door from the diner close from the jingle of the Christmas bells, shoes running downhill the sidewalk but slowly stopped once nearing her.

The man from the diner stood in front of Y/N, his mouth open but no words coming out. “Can I help you, sir?” She politely said. Wondering if he needed a way home as well, although considering he saw you walk away it was a bit strange. “I.. I left my car back there” the man immediately squeezed his eyes tight almost as if scolding himself in his head.

She giggled, “Can I help you?” He started walking beside her on the sidewalk, like you knew each other. “I couldn’t help but overhear in the diner, and I wasn’t eavesdropping! But I heard you were stood up, is that so?” He stared at the sidewalk but continued to walk next to her.

She sighed “Yeah, he was an old classmate. Someone I liked very much, and he was in town. So when I ran into him at the supermarket, we talked and he asked me to go to dinner with him. But I have no date and no dinner” Y/N smiled a little and shivered under the freezing December air.

“Do you want my jacket? It’s awfully cold out here” He said, and without reviving an answer of how it was a kind gesture but she was fine, he took it off and placed it around her shoulders. The gray jacket coming down to her hips and smelled like cologne and strawberries warmed her and made her smile even more. “I don’t think he deserves you if he stands such a sweet person like you up”

They walked for a moment, silent as they turned the corner past the little boy walking his dog and the couple turning off their porch lights. Y/N waved to them as she approached her street “How do you know I’m sweet? I could be a very mean person for all you know” she laughed, making him smile at her, he shook his head with a grin “No, mean people don’t just let strangers walk them home. I don’t even know where your house is!”

She stopped in front of a rather nice, white, home and hopped up onto the blue, chipped porch steps. Leaning against the railing and the redhead leaned against the opposite railing “I don’t even know your name” he said, raising an eyebrow. Even though she was home and safe, he was still confused as to why she let him walk her home.

“I don’t know yours, and we made it to my house. Are you mad at walking me home?” She hid her teasing smile under a fist against her mouth. “I’m Donald, I’m not mad at walking you home. More mad about the guy who stood you up for dinner, he obviously didn’t want to know you”

“Y/N” she said in a curious voice “Are you saying you do?” Donald stared at her, her eyes sparkling and full of mystery “Maybe I do” he smirked, both knowing full well you were not going to forget the other anytime soon.

She shrugged off his jacket and handed it to him, kissing his cheek after. “Hang on” Y/N spun around fast to run inside and get a piece of paper to write her number down on, her white ribbon whipping around on her head and when she came out with the piece of paper, she handed it to Don and smiled

That guy couldn’t even compare to you, call me. Xoxo.

[televisionboy]

Love Forever, Be With You Never

For @adamantiumdragonfly but also because I wanted to do some angst

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You burst through the door, balancing a shopping bag on your wrist and a purse. You had gotten off of work and passed by an antique shop on your way home. Deciding to go into it and finding the funny book Joe had described wanting and a rare pair of brass knuckles. It was treasure, you nearly ran home excited to tell him. Earlier when you got home, you didn’t even notice where he was “Joe, baby? I’m home! I passed by this incredible store and I got something I think you’d like”

Paying no attention to where he was, and assuming he was quietly walking to the kitchen where you were prepping for dinner. But minutes passed and you didn’t hear a sound “Joe?” You called, a bit louder. Turning around to go into the living room where you found him. Laying on the couch, the crutches by the window out of reach. His eyes were glassy but it didn’t look like he was crying. “What’s happening?” No answer. Worry built up in your stomach and he shifted his weight on the couch. When he opened his mouth to speak, he wasn’t facing you

Joe was staring at the pale, white wall. “Go away” that was the harshest thing he had ever said to you and he immediately regretted it. He begged internally that you wouldn’t leave, he wanted to pull you close and kiss you. To get out of the house, get fresh air. But his insecurities decided to pop up today and they were worse than usual. “What are you talking about? No, no I’m not leaving” you firmly said and tried to move his legs over a bit so you could sit next to him on the couch.

He softly groaned as he tried to sit up “Y/N, I don’t want anything to do with you” tears welled at the corner of your eyes “What the fuck are you talking about? Don’t you love me?”

Silence, it was a long silence between you two. And you took the hesitation as your answer. The moment you looked away, Joe looked at you with those huge puppy dog eyes. Of course he loved you, he was head over heels for you. But the voices in his head surrounded him and then the almost comical devil and angel popped up on his shoulder, or so it seemed. The “devil” was almost like saying

“She hates you, why would she want to be with someone who has one leg. What can you do? You can’t make love to her, you can’t dance with her, you can’t go on walks, you can’t have children with her” the devil said. And Joe agreed, he agreed with all of those because it was all true.

“She has been with you throughout all of this and you have the audacity to think she doesn’t love you? You mean to say you can’t accept her love just like she accepts yours?” But the devil killed the angel and that was that. And Joe gave into the negative thoughts and didn’t want you to be near him

“You need a good life, Y/N. You have always wanted some big and fancy wedding and two kids and a dog and I can’t give you that, okay? So stop fucking reminding me all the time. You’re miserable here” he muttered, wiping the tears from his face. Refusing to let you see him cry. You turned to him “Oh, Joe. Is this what this is all about? Listen to me Joseph Toye, I am not miserable here. Not one bit, I know we will find a way to have a future, I don’t worry about that”

But he wasn’t buying it. He sighed and sat up, struggling to grab his crutches “This isn’t fair! Please, let me help you Joe. I love you” you cried, you had followed him to the hallway. Wanting to help him.

I love you too Joe thought. You wiped your eyes and gulped, wanting to throw up. “Please” you whispered, his face looked so pained. So hurt, red, full of sadness and regret.

“I am in love with you. You heard me. I am in love with you. And I know that love is just a shout into the void. And that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that one day all of our labors will be returned to dust. And I know that the sun will swallow the only earth we will ever have, and I am in love with you, sorry”

A tear came down his cheek and his leg began cramping, but Joe didn’t care. Please don’t go he silently begged. But the devil took over It’s good she’s gone, she’s happy. She’ll finally be free

But you left, just like he wished for you to. And the devil had won

[televisionboy]

Hi! I was wondering if I could get some Luz comforting fluff? I’m in the need of some comforting right now & I know he will be just the trick :) thank you❤️🥰

Melted

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Eugene walked away from your foxhole, after asking if you had morphine to which your answer was no. Always no for him and you felt bad. You closed up your bag slowly and let out a long breath, closing your eyes as you felt  a familiar knot in your throat. All the events that had happened earlier that day, the blood and violence you witnessed. With nobody in your foxhole and nobody to turn to, you felt a pricking of tears. The funny thing was you weren’t always this hard on people. But war changed people. George Luz always found something kind or complimentary to say to you and told you that his foxhole was always open, you would always press a tight smile to your face before turning back to talking with Lipton or Dick.

He would always check up on you, offering a hug or giving you jokes and cheesy pickup lines. You could hear Malarkey and Penkala teasing him or Liebgott claiming you were impossible to please. Luz would smack all of them on the arm and go back to having complete heart eyes for you. You always rolled your eyes at him but now that you thought about it, you desperately needed him.

He would always check up on you, offering a hug or giving you jokes and cheesy pickup lines. You could hear Malarkey and Penkala teasing him or Liebgott claiming you were impossible to please. Luz would smack all of them on the arm and go back to having complete heart eyes for you. You always rolled your eyes at him but now that you thought about it, you desperately needed him.

“So you’re really into Speirs’s girl, huh?” Babe asked.

George whipped his head around so fast you could’ve sworn he would get whiplash. “She is NOT his girl” he glared at the Philly boy, the only time someone has. “Yeah, Babe, George only wishes he has her” The boys began into a laughing mess.

Luz rolled his eyes and climbed out of the foxhole, softly walking over to your foxhole. You dried your red eyes and sat very still with the sound of walking over to your foxhole. “Y/N?” your muscles relaxed at the sound of the all too familiar voice “What is it solider?” 

“I, um.Heard you crying, wanted to ask if you were alright.” He crouched down and the sound of artillery in the distance led you to squeeze your eyes tight and cut you off from what you were going to say “Fine. You should get to a foxhole, though”. He nodded and you looked away but he climbed into your foxhole.

“What are you doing? Don’t you have your own?” you hissed, he shouldn’t be here, he should be with Babe and all of those men who couldn’t get enough of each other. “I can’t check up on a friend?”

You sighed and leaned back looking away “What’s the matter?” you wiped your eyes with the back of your hand and stared at him, but not with the famous icy glare of Easy Company. “George, why do you talk to me?”

He almost dropped the cigarette hanging from his mouth, however he did cough on nothing. “What? What are you talking about?”

You held back a sob “Nobody cares about me here” The words came out, hoarse and strained. Your eyes were bloodshot with not getting any sleep, and your neck was stained with tears. George put a hand on your yours “Y/N, that is not true. I care very very much about you”

You shook his hand off “No, forget I said anything. I don’t need your pity, Luz. Go” You started to apply chapstick to your severely dry lips and ignored the man sitting across from you. You had never let your emotions show and quite embarrassed it did.

He sat next to you, unmoving for a few moments, shoulders touching “Can I tell you something?” he turned, facing you.”Hm” 

He sucked in air, scared of your reaction “I’m in love with you” you sat there for a minute and then a smile came across your face, your eyes darted to the trees next to your foxhole. “Funny” a question mark was written on his face. “Y/N, I’m being serious. Ever since training, Skip and Penkala would tease me saying I was in love with Speir’s girl, only because you SEEMED like the female version but they didn’t get to know you like I did, or would. I don’t know. I just know that the girl I’ve had total heart eyes for is sitting next to me and a lower rank just told her they loved her, god you probably get this all the time because.. well look at you Y/N. You’re simply stunning and so smart” George finished his little rant when he saw a genuine smile on your face, so bright it could bring light in the dark and gloomy forest and when you leaned into his side, placing his arm around you. "Nobody has ever told me that before, you’re the first to even say I love you to me”

“I’m glad I get to have that” he smiled and kissed your head and then your cheek. “Y/N, these men think of you as a great officer but I swear they just haven’t seen a woman in so long that they’re intimidated by you. But in a good way” “Really?”the hopeful glance in your eyes that the men wouldn’t be so scared anymore

“Y/N”

Without opening your eyes you muttered a “Hmm”

“I just wanted to say you’re doing a great job, don’t doubt yourself. You’re an amazing officer to us”

You tiredly looked up, feeling exhausted tears and the feeling of validation “Thank you” you whispered “That means a lot”

He kissed your tears away and then your hand “Of course, now go sleep baby! Pretend I’m not here. I’ll just silently think about you and how good you would look in my clothes back home”

You collapsed back onto his arm feeling the biggest smile you ever felt in years and the warmest feeling in your body, so warm it could be mistaken for the sun. Which George swore on his life that under your gruff exterior, you were the sunshine and all that it helped.

[televisionboy]

hello vered i’d just like to announce that i love you and also can i request a skinny sisk fic? 🥺 literally anything is fine omg thank you

Homesick, Over Someone Else’s Eyes

authors note: love you, G. I hope you’re feeling better <3 thank you @damngoodgirl and @snafus-peckuh for beta reading this ily

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The breeze is nice against your fingertips, the night is long and slow but bearable when a certain blonde sat down next to you that night. He had lit his last smoke, passing it back and forth with you. The first few moments was an awkward silence until he broke it “It’s been so long, I can’t imagine that the war is nearly over”

You hadn’t heard him speak more than once, other than talking to Liebgott and Webster days before. The smoke drifted to your nose, years ago that scent would make you want to throw up but now it seemed familiar and like home. “I almost can’t remember anything from home. Got used to calling this my family”

He smiled and handed you the cigarette “Can’t remember nothing, huh?”

You returned the cheeky smile and inhaled the burning cigarette “I remember reading. I regret not bringing any books to read. I’ve gone through Web’s stash but there’s only so much non fiction that can entertain you” 

“What was your favorite book?”

“The Little Prince” you smiled at the memories of reading the book years from being a child into your teen years “Do you miss anything about home?” Skinny shifted his weight against the wall and took the cigarette from your fingers “I miss seing my sister do ballet, I know she started doing it more when I left. Must’ve been glad to have me out of the house” you chuckled and moved to sit closer to him so you were sitting side by side. He turned to face you, his light blue eyes peering into your own with such power. Ironic for such a shy boy. “She’s a funny girl”

“I can’t remember my brother making me happy, except for the rare times he would cook for me. You’d love his cooking, nothing like this army noodles” You crushed the cigarette under your foot And leaned against Skinny, letting out a long breath.

“War is war, you won’t find many things that will make you happy or feel like home so I guess I’ll have to wait until I go home to experience it again’ you added after a long pause.

Skinny smiled and he whispered “You make me happy” you turned to face him of the best of your ability even with an injured shoulder  “Yeah?” your voice cracked as you spoke.

“Yeah, I mean you’re right. Not a lot of people have reminded me of home I suppose or any that I’ve really made friends with. I’m just trying to not die” he paused to chuckle. He had suddenly took an interest in looking at the floor and hiding his red cheeks “So I guess you changed that”

And you decided right there and then that sitting there in a hallway of an Austrian hotel with a silly smile and a warm heart is what takes to be happy, for a while.

[televisionboy]

Uhm, hi! I don't know if requests are open, but I was wondering if you could do a modern BoB brothers headcannon? One where the reader has anxiety and gets bad attacks and Dick, her boyfriend, comforts them? Thank you so much, have a good day!

Hopefully this is okay!

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When you first met Dick, you felt calmeness in his soft and quiet personality

However there was no calmness in anxiety

Whenever you started having anxiety attacks, he would ask you 5 things you could touch, 4 colors, 3 scents and so on

He makes you tea and sits on the couch with you, putting a movie or show on in the background while slowly rubbing your back

He knows he’s not the most comforting, he’s quiet and reserved. But very respectful, whatever you want he’ll do

Whenever you start panicking and crying, Dick is very quick to comfort you in long quiet hugs

He understands if you want space to lay down because you’re overwhelmed, usually when you’re sleeping, he goes out to get your favorite flowers or something from the bakery

Whatever he got from the bakery or store, he warms it up so when you wake up you can smell it

He loves running his fingers through your hair or placing a hand on your leg to calm you down

He puts on your favorite music to calm you down, even if it’s not calm at all

Sometimes with being a little distant, he’ll not know what to do. He knows how to calm you down but? Hugging?

That’s when he calls George up, Literally asking how to hug and approach you

He grew up with two sisters so he knows that if you say “I’m fine” you’re not fine, he doesn’t push you for a reaction or an answer but he does “coax” it out of you

As in making you feel secure and assuring you you can talk to him

If it’s stress, he calls your boss and tells them about your constant stress. He’ll beg them to let you take a break

He knows that crowds aren’t your cup of tea and frankly, they’re not his either. He loves staying home with just the two of you

And the occasional Nix who drops by to make sure you’re alright

[televisionboy]

so i am here for the headcanon with tab that we talked about with his lip pulling ( u know:) ) and him after the war 🥰 one of our favorite hbo war husbands and whatever else you want to put, fluff, softest, whatever you like!! :) 💛

Imagine Tab staring at you with the lip pull he does

Here’s a drabble for ya!

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“What are you looking at, Floyd?” His coworker James nudged him, snapping Tab out of the trance he was in. He had been pulling his lip like he usually does when he’s either nervous or in a deep thought. The Christmas party that his company was having was a success. Food and drink on the red and green adorned tables, mistletoe hanging from every few ceiling tiles, making the men and women under it laugh and reluctantly kiss each other. You were standing across the room in a red, tight dress that you modeled for Floyd earlier that day.

You had bought it with your friend and she bought a black dress for her fiancé. You were standing there, drink in your hand, laughing and talking with someone you just met but making conversation. Tab smiled and turned to James “Just staring at that beautiful woman over there” nudging him back. James grinned “Shes a real catch. Saw her come in with a man but I don’t see him, don’t see a ring on that finger either.” he laughed “You think I could have a shot?” but Floyd just smiled at him

“Maybe you ought to look further for the ring” he pulled out his wallet from the fancy suit pocket and pulled out a photo, the photo you took on your wedding with him. You in your a-line, silk wedding dress kissing Talbert under a magnolia tree. Hands on his chest while his arms were wrapped around your waist and he was staring into your eyes while you smiled as the photo was taken. He handed it to James “Yeah, lucky guy she’s with” James just sat there in shock. And Floyd smirked, retracting the photo.

He walked over to where you were and wrapped one arm around your waist so you were leaning into his side. He kissed your temple and the girl you were talking with waved goodbye to leave you two alone.

“The new guys here don’t know I’m married. Trying to see if they had a shot with you” He hummed

“Jokes on them, I’m married to a ravishing, handsome man” you smoothed his suit down

Tab bit his lip, looking at you and you knew he would hurt it so you kissed him, breaking him out of thought again. He ran his hands down the sides of you, feeling the lace on your dress.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous” Tab grinned and looked around him. “I heard there was mistletoe in some closests” he devilishly said with a smirk. You smiled back at him

“That’s one way to let people know you’re mine, Mr Talbert” you purred “But I should have you know, I’m tired and I kind of want to go home. Is that okay?”

He perked right back up like a puppy and scooped you up in his arms “I have to take care of my princess, don’t I?”

He walked out with you but you stopped him at the end of the hallway, checking if the coast was clear and you jumped out of his arms. You looked up at the ceiling at the mistletoe and pointed so Floyd could see it as well

“Merry Christmas Eve, Floyd” you smirked and kissed him, running a finger down his chest and pulled back, only to pull him into a closet.

[televisionboy]

Hi! I love your headcannons so much and I was wondering if I could get some Tab x Male!Reader headcannons? If you're not comfortable writing Male!Reader, just normal Tab headcannon would be great

Thank you! Here’s some gender neutral headcanons with Tab

Authors note: I want to thank the amazing @freedomferret @h0110w @my-w4ndering-m1nd for putting up with me and thinking of headcanons with me without even knowing who the fuck im talking about

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Tab loves taking you places, he’s an adventure man. Wanderlust and curious

His favorite thing to do is take you hiking. Something about nature really calms him down from work, stress, the bustling city. He also loves letting the dogs run free outside

Of course, he loves being at home with you as well.

He stares at you but will deny it

“Why are you looking at me all weird?”

“Huh? No.. i was looking at the.. trash over there”

he loves shopping more than anything in the world, he’s caught himself staring into windows of stores for a while just window shopping and thinking about how good you would look in a certain clothing item

he lays his head on your chest a lot, just to double check that you’re real and he isn’t dreaming about him having the perfect life

he doesn’t get a lot of PTSD from the war but he does get really sad because he was with his best friends for 4 years. He went through everything with them, and now he doesn’t ever see them

when he’s sad like that, he lays his head on your chest to listen to your heart beat

LITTLE SPOON

eats peanut butter while crying

 leaves his clothes on purpose at your house because wtf why do you look good wearing his hoodies??

look.. everybody and their grandma knows that Tab is attractive. Some people can’t keep it in their pants or shirts, he literally dosen’t even notice them, even if they’re all up in his face

you’re the ONLY thing he will notice in a crowd full of people

he’s the biggest simp in the world

tightens lid jars because he likes when you ask him to open them and he gets to show off his muscles

during the war, he would arm wrestle/do push ups for your attention

you told him if he could do 100 pushups in 6 minutes, you’d go back to Kokomo with him

this rather lovestruck boy did it. not only to show off but he was too scared to actually be forward and ask, considering you weren’t even his partner

in Eindhoven, many woman tried to kiss him to which he had no problem pushing them off. He couldn’t give two fucks if he pushed them violently. He was scared he would mess up any chance he had with you

He knows that sounds egotistical but just listen

every day he wakes up before you. before he goes to the kitchen to make breakfast, he thanks God. For letting him have your heart and you have his. For you loving him back with just as much passion

And every single day he swears he falls more in love with you

You could be sitting on the couch, with a face mask, eating chips at midnight, crying over a movie and he’s like...

help i’ve fallen for this person and i have 0 intention of getting up

[televisionboy]

Hey I’m back I hope I’m not annoying 😂 can I request something again? I’m rewatching The Pacific for the billionth time, and I’m slowly gettin soft for Leckie. Something like Leckie and the reader are constantly butting heads with each other, but they won’t admit that they like each other? Thanks luv 💕

You’re never annoying! I don’t know how I feel about this, it’s a mix of good and bad feelings.

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dedicated to the one and only Leckie wife, @harry-strickland love you ❤️❤️❤️

You’re All Sorts Of Annoying

“..Your friend, Robert” Leckie finishes reading his letter out loud to you all. You rolled your eyes after hearing it and turned to a grumpy Hoosier, giving him a look. “You have something to say, Y/N?” A familiar voice made you snap your head around to Bob Leckie, a cigarette dangling out of his mouth, unlit.

“Like I would speak to you”

“I’m sure you thought my letter was better than anything sent to you” he dug a lighter out of his pocket and lit the cigarette, purposely breathing smoke in your direction.

You bit back a condescending laugh “Right, I’m sure your dear Vera letters are real. You don’t want to make yourself look crazy and alone” you fiddled with fixing your M1 Garand and ignored Leckie as much as you possibly could.

“Where are your letters from some guy back home?” You looked up at him, he didn’t know that the man back home grew tired of waiting for you and slept with someone else back home. “So why don’t you tell us your beau, Y/N” you glared at him. Sitting there for a moment, eyes locked in his. Unable to look away. But when you did, a private came up to you informing you that Corrigan needed you.

You mouthed a ‘fuck you, asshole’ to Leckie and left. Runner stopped running his hand over the dish with the “dinner” in it, long enough to look up at Leckie. He shook his head and chuckled “He has it bad for her” Chuckler started laughing along with him.

Robert whipped his head around, staring at the two men “What the fuck are you talking about?” Hoosier looked up at him, a teasing smile for just a split second sat on his face. “You’re in love with that woman, it’s only a matter of time before she realizes that she can get any one of these men and she’s out of your league” that comment sent Runner and Chuckler into a laughing fit again.

Leckie put the cigarette back in his mouth, muttering a “fuck you all” but his stomach churned and his mind was sent wondering about you. No. This is Y/N. She’s the annoying girl we have here, practically a sister to me. He looked out at where you were, pointing to some piece of paper for Haldane, the breeze blowing your hair out of your face and the way your mouth moved. Your stupid pink, small, slightly chapped mouth. He moved his body so his back was facing you and he wouldn’t have to look at you anymore. It would be until pigs flew that he would even consider dating you.

Because there was absolutely no way he could like you, not even in a platonic way.

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November 10 1943 you made a mental note of the date in your head and stepped out of the train in Melbourne. You decided to take a walk and soon, lost your way. Walking by the dozens of shops lined together in a cookie cutter way and the bars few streets away. You noticed earlier on a train, a familiar brown, curly headed man trying to hit on a woman. She was pretty, quite gorgeous and with a rosy red lip.

Prettier than you,you thought

When Leckie saw you out of the corner of his eye and no luck in trying to meet the woman on the train, he rolled his eyes and headed off and ran to you. “Y/N” a sharp voice called behind you, footsteps getting closer against the cobble sidewalk.

“Leckie!” You stumbled toward him, a little tipsy and happy to see him. That was certainly a first and he noticed it too, he caught you when you started stumbling “What are you doing?”

You slid down against a wall and looked around you, your eyes glassy and your feet a little bruised from walking. “I was drinking. I’m not drunk though. You know who I saw?” Robert helped you stand up and you reluctantly did so, leaning against the wall “I saw that woman, uh on the train. The one with the black hair and the perfect body” you motioned to your waist and your hair as you were talking “And I know you’re trying to.. get her phone number or whatever and I want to let you know that I am okay. I am okay with that”

His eyes scanned over your face, stopping at your lips but he looked back at your eyes, placing an arm around your waist and leading you back to walk the correct direction “Well it’s good you’re okay with that” you ignored his comment and turned to face him,

“She’s pretty, she has a nice body, a nice face, great hair, probably you for a boyfriend. And you know what I have? Dirt under my fingernails, bruised knuckles, and no boyfriend” you smiled painfully and shook your head.

Robert reached for your hand and kissed the knuckles one by one on it. He then placed it, interlocking in his and continued walking, he had to refrain from bursting out to tell you how much he loved you.

“God, Y/N” he scoffed and shook his head, you turned to look at him confused

“You’re so stupid” he muttered. You glared at him “Are you able to say anything that’s not an insult?”

You began to open your mouth again to insult him back when you felt the impact of cool, rough lips on yours. You stood frozen but melted into the kiss, gripping his shirt when realization sunk into you that this was Robert Leckie.

You pushed him off of you and slapped his face he stumbled back and rubbed the cheek which was hit. You grinned and placed a hand on his chest “I’m a lady, is that a way to get me to go out with you? You’ll have to be a gentleman, Robert” you whispered into his ear.

He blushed and watched you walk down the street, to the bar where everyone else would be. Suddenly he was more definitely more interested in getting you than some woman from a train in Melbourne.

Definitely