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hi. this has been a long time coming. i simply don’t have the energy to run this blog when i don’t write with many people on it, so it is going to be put on an indefinite hiatus. i don’t know when or if i will come back to this blog in particular, but if you would like to continue writing with me, i can be found on @marshaljustice​. my personal is @deadbrave​. 

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i’m going to be changing webster’s fc because i just learned that eion bailey is an antivaxxer!  🙃 i’m thinking of using adrian grenier, but i would be open to some suggestions since i’m not sure he quite fits. 

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BLOOD RELATED PROMPTS

requested by my bestie 

WORDS: 

“  is that your blood?  ”

“  woah—  hold up you’re bleeding.  ”

“  your bandages— you’re bleeding through them.  ”

“  shit,  i think i pulled my stitches.  ”

“  i’ll make them bleed for this.  ”

“  a little blood never never hurt anyone.  ”

“  why the fuck is there blood on the carpet?  ”

“  your nose is bleeding.  ”

“  you can make me bleed all you want,  i’ll never scream for you.  ”

“  you don’t understand,  i had to do it.  i had to kill them.  ”

“  stop fussing— this isn’t my blood.  ”

“  i did what was necessary.  ”

“  why are you bleeding?  what happened?  ”

“  who hurt you?  why is there blood all over you?  ”

“  i think you’ll look quite pretty when you bleed.  ”

“  who did you kill?  whose blood is that?  ”

“  i’m not usually a sadistic sort of person,  but i will take pleasure in spilling your blood.  ”

“  i don’t actually enjoy killing.  it’s messy.  the blood gets everywhere.  it’s just necessary sometimes.  ”

“  it looked kind of beautiful in a fucked up sort of way.  blood on snow.  the kind of thing you usually only see in stories.  ” 

“  i can’t get it off—  i can still feel it on me!  ”

“  just calm down.  breathe.  i’ll take care of this.  ”

“  hold still— you’ve got blood on your face.  ”

“  why is there blood on your knife?  ”

“  oh,  it’s just a little bit of blood.  don’t nutsack out.  ”

“  i’m going to drain every ounce of your blood.  nice and slow.  like you deserve.  ”  

“  i’ll kill anyone who ever makes you bleed again.  ”

“  your/their blood is just too pretty to keep inside.  ”

“  there’s something fascinating about blood.  it’s captivating. ”

“  blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb.  ”

“  you made me bleed on my shirt—  i fucking loved this shirt!  ”

“  leave me alone,  it’s shark week and i got blood on my sheets.  ”

“  should i be concerned about why there’s blood in the sink?  ”

“  do i ask questions or do i just help you clean up all this blood?  ”

ACTIONS: 

[ ALONE ]  for sender to show up on receiver’s doorstep covered in blood. 

[ ARRIVE ] for receiver to show up on sender’s doorstep covered in blood. 

[ CLEANSE ] for sender to find receiver trying to clean blood off themselves. 

[ DISCOVER ] for receiver to find sender trying to clean blood off themselves. 

[ AID ] for sender to help receiver clean blood off themselves. 

[ ERASE ] for receiver to help sender clean blood off themselves. 

[ ESCAPE ] for sender to find receiver after they’ve killed someone. 

[ SEEN ] for receiver to find sender after they’ve killed someone. 

[ HELP ] for sender to clean up the aftermath of receiver’s crime. 

[ ACCEPT ] for receiver to clean up the aftermath of sender’s crime. 

[ FOUND ] for sender to discover receiver covered in blood. 

[ EXPOSE ] for receiver to discover sender covered in blood. 

[ ATTACK ] for sender to stab or shoot receiver. 

[ WOUNDED ] for receiver to stab or shoot sender. 

[ BROKE ] for sender to punch receiver hard enough their nose bleeds. 

[ INJURE ] for receiver to punch sender hard enough their nose bleeds. 

[ WITNESS ] for sender to see receiver get hurt enough to bleed.  

[ WATCH ] for receiver to see sender get hurt enough to bleed. 

[ RETALIATE ] for sender to make receiver’s attacker bleed. 

[ DEFEND ] for receiver to make sender’s attacker bleed. 

[ SURVIVE ] for sender to realize receiver is bleeding after getting through a fight. 

[ FABRIC ] for receiver to realize sender is bleeding after getting through a fight. 

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★ hbowardaily 500 followers celebration ★ @stressedinadress requested: Eugene Sledge + Birth Spring palette

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James Badge Dale as Robert Leckie in THE PACIFIC (2010) | 1x04 Gloucester/Pavuvu/Banika

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band of brothers 20th anniversary event ↪︎ day four: favorite replacement ≡ babe heffron

I promised him if he got hit I’d get his stuff and bring it to his ma, you know. Now the fucking Krauts will strip him. It’s okay. It’s not, it’s not okay. I should’ve got to him.

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“You put a bullet in someone. You’re not you anymore. You’ll never be you again. But then you wake up the next morning and you’re still you. And you realize that was you all along. You just didn’t know.” - Chernobyl (2019)

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“I know the story.”

“Not this part.”

                            (a little John/Lena goodness for @mercurygray!)

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band of brothers 20th anniversary event day one: favorite enlisted soldier ≡ eugene roe

Lord, grant that I shall never seek to be consoled as to console, to be understood as to understand, or to be loved as to love with all my heart. With all my heart.

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              GORY, GORY WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE.

extremely selective and low activity wwii multimuse. feat. muses from band of brothers, the pacific & other sources!  

                                                                       reclaimed by eugene.  // rules. muses. 

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Eugene Sledge in THE PACIFIC 1x09 ▶ Okinawa

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becomelions​:

Everyone knew the stories from top to bottom, they could recite them from memory. Of course each paratrooper might add their own embellishment to make Speirs scarier to replacements but that didn’t make the veterans any less intimidated. Now here he was walking alongside the very man and both seemingly taking a crack at the officer who wasn’t here. His brow arched when the other said the man’s name, the tone suggesting just how he felt rather easily. And it was one Bill could relate to. “I don’t know sir, we’ve already had to depend on NCOs like myself and Lipton more than before. He’s been in and out and no one knows where to find him.” He shrugged. Maybe he was saying too much but it was the honest truth and since Speirs wasn’t in his company, where was the harm? 

        speirs hadn’t always been synonymous with something to be feared; in fact, he had arrived at ots just the same as the other men, bright eyed and bushytailed, eager for war while they didn’t understand the brutality and callousness that would be asked of them. that hadn’t set in for any of the hundred oh first until after their initial jump, but had always been at the back of the mind for him. ron had always been fascinated by history, especially the history of warfare, so he understood, innately, just what it was going to take; had already begun to mold himself into something cool, calm and calculated before setting foot at camp toccoa. that did not mean that speirs didn’t care about what happened, or stumbled at each lost man; he was cool, but not cold. “so i’ve heard.” and seen. speirs had a keener eye than he let on. “his cowardice is keeping him away from the lines, but trust that he’ll stumble eventually. men like that don’t survive in the real world.” 

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see the sun go down, it’s going on down

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becomelions​:

He knew Joe was doing his best to keep a brave face while they floated on a metal city across the ocean. Hell, Bill couldn’t blame him that the man was uncomfortable with the thought because when one dwelled on the subject for too long then it began to unsettle everyone involved. So, cards was the way to keep their minds free of the possibility that they’d be sunk. And to help more, the sergeant was going to let the other pick the game. “Sounds good to me, I’ll deal.” And with that, Bill shuffled around a bit and dealt out the necessary cards to start the game.

     it was just sort of funny; joe held the aura of someone who gave no fucks, who wasn’t scared of anyone, not even hitler and his entire nazi militia, not the whole damn axis powers. he could jump out of a damn airplane without a second thought, but just sitting on a hunk of steel in the middle of the ocean made him nervous like a dame on a first date? it was no surprise that joe kept that shit to himself. “i’ll trust ya to, this time,” with the joke, a bit of unease left joe, settling his shoulders from their hunched position. he took up his cards and stared at them thoughtfully before playing one. “how long do ya think sobel’s gonna last one we jump? some of the fellas are takin’ bets.” 

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zodiac signs ; LIBRA — band of brothers, eugene “doc” roe

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becomelions​:

Babe had been lucky Bill heard about him, being from the same part of town made him special to the experienced sergeant. It was someone he could talk to about home, someone who could relate to things that no one else in his company could. That was why he had taken him under his wing and made everyone treat him with respect. Course that same courtesy wasn’t given to many replacements, hell most were treated not so well until they proved they could survive. But now he was taking advantage a bit much about being from home. “I ain’t makin’ her run no obstacle course. But come on, Babe, the better pay comes with rank and the more dough then the better places I can take her too. Think about it.” He said with a bit of a poke at the other’s head. “Not callin’ me romantic, I know a thing or two!”

                 most of the time, babe missed home, despite all the trials and tribulations that waited for him back in philly. he missed his family most of all, at least his ma and his siblings, his pa he could give or take, and all the unruly boys he called friends that terrorized the neighborhood. all of those boys were out here like he was; that was babe’s hope, that they were alive and well, struggling through the war just as he was. “i dunno, bill, ya do got that sort of bark ‘bout cha, that real rough and aggressive tone that’d make for a good drill seargant. can ya turn that shit off when ya need ta?” babe pursed his lips together, swatting at the hand that dare reach out to touch him. “oh, so ya think frannie’s shallow, huh? do ya think that romance is just impressin’ the dames?”