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i am so in love with dean winchester

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minions, tonight we won't be stealing the moon cause there are high winds on the drop zone

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dean winchester your greed sickens me...

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eugene sledge and eugene roe weren't allowed meet because they'd unionize.

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fragment of a canon era luztoye wip under the cut for those of us that have been going THROUGH IT

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Luz cut his knuckle against the icy, ungiving side of the radio, and held it up to Joe Toye's mouth on the whim of a joke long-forgotten.

Joe dipped his head and let his lips meet the blood, anyway.

George watched him, rather awed. Though that was hardly a unique instance. "You're a real animal, y'know." He said, the heat of Joe's mouth spit-slick and the warmest thing that he could remember.

Joe pulled back, and the ice that flooded back into the air immediately stung. George pulled back on instinct, curling his hand into a fist and holding it to his chest. "And y'ain't?"

At nights, the wind picked up, blowing in sideways. The only reason that George could see at all was because of the foxhole, below the stinging snow that made his teeth ache and forced his eyes closed.

It was the reason that Joe had rolled into his hole at all, to escape the wind. He'd fallen damn near on top of George, who, having been expecting the much more compact frame of Frank Perconte, had shouted in alarm.

The shout had quickly turned into laughter, however. Brittle, and dry, and scraping at his throat with the sort of icepick that made even talking difficult, but worth it.

"Mm." George said in the now, reaching out with his uncut hand to press his palm to the burning ice of the radio's metal. "We are livin' in the woods. Like bears."

"Too damn skinny to be bears." Joe muttered. He was working his fingertips along the tight seal of his boots, like he wasn't thinking about it. George just watched the movement, one hand at the radio and the other curled at his heart.

"You do something t'your feet?"

Joe just grimaced. "Need to do what Doc said." He pulled his hand away from his boot, rubbing his palms together, instead. He moved slowly, steady. Sort of like each movement he made was thought out, heavy and dragging. "Take off boots, socks, the works."

George scrubbed a hand under his nose, sniffed. His face felt frozen, numb. Not aching, the way that it sometimes did in the cold, but just completely unfeeling. "Time it right," He said. "So you don't blow them both away."

"Yeah, yeah."

Silence. Wind whistled. George blinked, twice, more like squeezing his eyes, trying to bring warmth back.

"Shit." He said. "Never thought I'd miss Holland."

When he opened his eyes again, Joe's were on the sky above, blotted black as ink and speckled with the way that the snow was still blowing in sideways, flickering like static. "I did." He said, grim.

George just watched him, felt something in his ribs tighten, like his marrow had frozen over. He tried to press his face into a smile. It didn't necessarily work.

"Lemme guess." He said, dry. "The goddamn fighting in the town? Shouting civilians? The bombing afterwards?"

Joe huffed, like it hurt. His gaze cut back to George, lingering, hesitant. "Sure." He said. "And that it was warm. And..."

He trailed off. George watched him, close, and had to blink when his eyes began to burn against the cold.

When he did, he thought, maybe involuntarily, of Holland. Of the strange, dragging way that time walked after adrenaline dropped back downwards.

Of unthinking, painful corners, of frantic mouths and secluded areas and too-long, too-fast hands and one-offs that linger anyways.

In the now, George just huffed, looked down at his hands. The same ones that he'd touched Joe with, ages ago, though they looked different, now. Thinner, more callused, blood-and-dirt spackled.

"I—"

"Son of a bitch!"

Snow sprayed over the side of the foxhole with a muffled, cracking sound, and the man that George was actually expecting actually fell on top of him.

Frank Perconte elbowed him in the chest as he went down. It forced a cough out of him, curling into himself as he shoved Perco off of him.

"Sorry, Luz." Perconte said, offhandedly, patting the side of his face. Aimed at Toye: "Tryin' to get away from the wind?"

Toye just blinked at George, who was still bent over, trying to protect his ribs from the onslaught after damage that had already been done. "Hell in a handbasket, out there." He rasped, to Perconte.

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episodes four & seven of the pacific

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*slaps series* this can fit so much symbolism

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Tell me why i was trying to find a gif and some lady's YITTIES were showing up?!

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Y'all, I need help.

So I want to make my about me post all nice and put together as one does... and there are these banner things that are tiny and they are like gifs but sometimes not. I don't know what they are called but I want them in my posts. They are like little dividers and I don't know how to get them or insert them into the post. Any comment or message would help!

(I feel like a grandma asking her kid to help with the t.v.)

ps. If you're seeing this we should be moots!

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The second ao3 stops working I go straight to tumblr. I'm past checking the wifi.

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No because like, why is

Babe Heffron: Tubthumping by Chumbawamba.

Eugene Roe: I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking for by U2

Joe Liebgott: Ride by Sir mix-a-lot

David Webster: Goodbye Yellow Brick Road by Elton John

Lewis Nixon: Smooth Operator by Sade

Dick Winters: Piano Man by Billie Joel

George Luz: Come On Eileen by Dexy's Midnight Runners

Joe Toye: Country Grammar by Nelly

Ronald Speirs: Enjoy The Silence by Depeche Mode

Carwood Lipton: Take Me Home, Country Roads by John Denver

And the company in whole: Forever Young by Alphaville

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first post kinda nervous

I thought these were funny idk!

I need moots and I'm not sure if im doing this right. (Do I tell yall abt myself or..?)