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“yeah we saw you from across the bar and just wanted to let you know that we fucking hated your vibe”

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i DEMAND a 2002 secretary but with rami malek and joe mazzello. please see the vision. thank you.

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eugene sledge

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snafu,,, your mysterious shirt stains have captivated me. -sledge probably

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are we serious i didnt post my pacific fanart?

ok. i think i got close to it and just never did

it feels weird not to tag anyone anyway watched (half of) the pacific, loved it, loved them, love them, i hope snafu explodes hold on

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rocky marshall as earl mcclung in band of brothers

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literally learning a thousand new words from this fic woa

dogpatch // 28225 words // explicit

The room smells of fresh smoke. It holds a certain strange calm after the frenzy of the previous night. Eugene closes his eyes and imagines Merriell leaving; cigarette between his teeth, zippo jumping flame, kicking the door shut behind him with his boot. 

chapter nine

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happy pride month

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the boots after scrubbing oil drums in front of snafu

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yes

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oh em gee

Snafu sketches 🪖

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bill and jay doordash together. thier love miasma infects the food. bill parks on people’s lawns and gets bad reviews but blames in on homophobia and not the fact he eats people’s fries sometimes and puts self promo for his bad rap music in peoples meals. jay is passenger princess and keeps the food warm with his juicy thighs.

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he's right

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how i imagine mortar squad conversations going most of the time

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like do u see the vision