1-800-sharpshootershifty
1-800-sharpshootershifty
Band of Brothers and The Pacific
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Hi My Name is Emma! I really like Band of Brothers and The Pacific. I don't post very much. My main account is @1-800-simpingcowbaby !
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1-800-sharpshootershifty · 5 years ago
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Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.
This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.
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1-800-sharpshootershifty · 5 years ago
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me: i do NOT have favourites!!! i love everyone in band of brothers EQUALLY
don malarkey: h-
me: oh you sweet sweet boy how are you? are you well? what do you need? what can i do for you? anything. anything at all. you absolute angel you deserve the WORLD
cobb/sobel/dike: h-
me:
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1-800-sharpshootershifty · 5 years ago
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I want it reeeeeeal bad like, they robbed us of a beautiful sight
What a fine day to be mad about the fact that I've never seen hoosier in his dress blues🥰🥰
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1-800-sharpshootershifty · 5 years ago
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My brothers are 13 and 10 years older than me so my oldest brother calls me "Kiddo" and my other brother calls me "Nerd" and he once called me "Shithead"
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I’m right and I should say it
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1-800-sharpshootershifty · 5 years ago
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He's not a Quaker 😩
In my next life I will be reborn as #richard winters.
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1-800-sharpshootershifty · 5 years ago
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Freeze! You’re under arrest for being so lovely. Copy this message to 10 other blogs that you think are beautiful and deserve it. Keep the game going and make others feel beautiful!!! 💙✨
Thank you bb!! 💙💙💙
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1-800-sharpshootershifty · 5 years ago
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For the opinions thing Sidney Phillips!
Oh I love Sid!
Favorite thing about him: His eyes are very blue
Favorite line of his: "Well, you've got guts, Leckie. You'd better laminate that piece of paper."
Favorite GIF/picture:
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1-800-sharpshootershifty · 5 years ago
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It keeps getting more chaotic every second. I love this
i learned how to use imovie at 4am this morning and almost peed myself laughing in the process of making this
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1-800-sharpshootershifty · 5 years ago
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Send them in I'm BOOOORED
Get to Know Me Uncomfortably Well
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1-800-sharpshootershifty · 5 years ago
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@band-of-brothers-headcannons
Nobody:
Eugene Roe: Babe
Babe Heffron: bæbê
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1-800-sharpshootershifty · 5 years ago
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Hoosier as my therapist...he would tell me to stfu and than hand me a bottle of whiskey
Imagine your icon being your therapist
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1-800-sharpshootershifty · 5 years ago
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hbo war writting fanfics like
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1-800-sharpshootershifty · 5 years ago
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Reblog if you’re in the Band of Brothers fandom
(I can’t be the only person curious to find out how many people love these adorable boys as much as I do)
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1-800-sharpshootershifty · 5 years ago
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I ain't risking anything on this, man.
“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
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1-800-sharpshootershifty · 5 years ago
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Oh to be called Lieutenant by your s/o. What a wonderful world it would be.
relationship tip #78: ‘babe’ and ‘baby’ are cliche and outdated. try a fun new nickname such as ‘lieutenant’ instead 
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1-800-sharpshootershifty · 5 years ago
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Ah yes the plot
me: i wanna start watching the pacific for the plot
the plot:
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1-800-sharpshootershifty · 5 years ago
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Vered...why do you insist on hurting me in this way?
Hey, uhh, how do you feel about hurting my feelings w some unrequited love for one Hoosier Smith?
A/N: I feel pretty good about it, Mariah. 0 fluff here.
Also, we have to tag @alienoresimagines for 1. this incredible idea and 2. you can’t have a Hoosier fic and not dedicate it to her so here ya go! ❤️
Word count: 688
Taglist: @adamantiumdragonfly @punkgeekchic @thatsonefishyboi @raven-has-no-gender2272 @immrsronaldspeirs @inglourious-imagines @legendarics @prvtbullshit @noneofurbusinez @band-of-bitches @alienoresimagines @murphyism @we-always-hit-our-ass @lovingunderratedcharacters @fromtheoldtimes @stressedinadress
In death, do us part
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Bill had a smile on his face as he headed up to your house, he took a three hour train ride to see you. He had been sent home on account of his injury in the war, but you swore you would make it out alive for him. You told him that no matter what, you would be there in you house waiting for him.
The first thing he did when he got home, was think about all the dates he wanted to go on with you. How much he wanted to do cheesy couple stuff with you because you wanted to. He was excited to bring you to Sam’s Diner, to the park he played at as a kid, to meet his family.
Hoosier thanked the taxi cab driver and quickly walked to the porch of your house, the lightbulb was flickering and needed a change and the neighbors cat walked by Hoosier, almost as if glad there wasn’t any crying like there had been the last few days. Bill knocked twice on the white, paint chipped door as he fiddled with the bouquet of flowers in his hand for you and smoothed his jacket down. Much like you always smoothed his trousers and wrinkled shirt down during the war.
He saw an elderly man, most likely your father, open the door. His eyes were bloodshot and red and it looked like this man hadn’t shaved in a while. “Yes?” The hoarse voice said.
“I.. I’m Bill Smith. Y/N’s boyfriend? This is the right house, isn’t it?”
When your mother heard the sound of Bill Smith, she walked over to the door. Wiping her hands on the towel and threw it on the couch, carelessly. She too had bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks. “Did you not hear?”
Hoosier swallowed and shook his head slowly. Your mother brought him in and sat him down in the dining room, he set the flowers on the table next to him “Is Y/N home?”
Your father sat down, across from him at the table and handed him a cup of coffee. Hoosier held it in his hand, if your parents weren’t telling him where you were he was bound to be nervous. Your mother stood behind your fathers chair “Y/N is gone”
The knots twisted in his stomach, hoping she meant from the household and you were still alive. Waiting for him in the loveseat you described wanting. The one he was going to buy for you. “She passed away a few days ago, grenade accident”
The mug in Hoosiers hand dropped, and it was shattered all across the floor. Your mother rushed to his side, to comfort and hug him but he pushed her away. Like a drunk man, he stumbled out the door. Your father calling out that he was unable to go home alone.
The sobs came out of his body all at once and he dropped to the ground on his knees
You promised he thought you promised to come home to me, you promised we were going to live happily together.
He punched the sidewalk until his hand was bleeding and he couldn’t feel it anymore. You lied to him. You swore on your entire life you would be there with him.
The hours later when he arrived home, drunker than ever only made him remember that you could’ve been there to take care of him. He poured yet another glass of bourbon and fell onto his bed, staring at the ceiling and the tears forming in his eyes.
He wanted to go to your grave and yell at you for leaving him. He wanted to hold you and run his fingers down your ticklish sides just to hear the angelic laugh and smile on your face. He wanted to drink himself to sleep until he couldn’t feel a thing anymore.
He settled for option three and his vision became blurry as he thought that he couldn’t bare to live without you. Maybe he wouldn’t need to live to be with you
If he tried hard enough, he could be with you in an afterlife.
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