#aldo the apache

[scrublord27]

“That’s a Bingo!”

Redrew a scene from Inglorious Basterds (2009)

[dickfarmdunnz]

ALDOOOOOOO

[cloud3francois]

One more detail about that restaurant scene

[nelsonabal]

“Gorlami” Lieutenant Aldo Raine, Aldo the Apache, Enzo Gorlomi.

[risingtripletaurus]

risingtripletaurus' brad pitt fic recs

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thats^^ more of a personal indicator for me <3 i love all these fics SO much

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darling brad

bike rides and cigarettes by @hobisfavoritespritecan 🗽

see you later by @all-lit-up 🗽

what it would be like dating brad pitt by @all-lit-up

cliff booth

you're safe here by @tiredbeebo 🗽

dating cliff would include... by @fangirl-imagines

the stuntman and the singer by @companionjones

blueberries and cigarettes by @hobisfavoritespritecan

following all by @darling-i-read-it

sleep

scars 🗽

aldo "the apache" raine

thank you by @motelgirl 🗽

confident by @michelle-is-writing

distance by @mlmxreader 🗽

gift by @mlmxreader 🗽

worried fates by @darling-i-read-it 🗽

warm enough by @michelle-is-writing

following all by @sergeant-donny-donowitz

hey lover

goodnight 🗽

tristan ludlow

creek getaway by @darling-i-read-it 🗽

braided flowers by @darling-i-read-it

joe black

coffee pot by @darling-i-read-it 🗽

enchanted by @darling-i-read-it

[dakota-76]

Victorio

Bidu-ya, more commonly known as Victorio, was a warrior and chief of the Warm Springs band of the Tchihendeh (or Chiricahua, often called Mimbreño) division of the central Apaches in what is now the American states of Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, and the Mexican states of Sonora and Chihuahua. Victorio was born in the Black Range of New Mexico in 1825. Victorio was raised as a member of the Eastern Chihenne Apache, also known as the Warm Springs and Mimbreno Apache. There is speculation that he or his band had Navajo kinship ties and was known among the Navajo as "he who checks his horse". Victorio's sister was the famous woman warrior Lozen; "Dextrous Horse Thief". In 1853 he was considered a chief or sub-chief by the United States Army and signed a document. In his twenties, he rode with Mangas Coloradas, leader of the Coppermine band of the Tchihendeh people and principal leader of the whole Tchihendeh Apache division (who took him as his son-in-law), and Cuchillo Negro, leader of the Warm Springs band of the Tchihendeh people and second principal leader of the whole Tchihendeh Apache division, as well as did Nana, Delgadito, Cochise, Juh, Geronimo and other Apache leaders. Mangas Coloradas taught Victorio how to create an ambush and to wait for enemies to enter the killing zone.[1] As was the custom, he became the leader of a large mixed band of Mimbreños and Mescaleros (led by his friend – and probably brother-in-law as husband of another daughter of Mangas Coloradas, as well Cochise) and fought against the United States Army. From 1870 to 1880, Victorio, chief of the Coppermine Mimbreños and principal leader of all the Tchihende, along with Loco, chief of the Warm Spring Mimbreños and second-ranking among the Tchihende, were moved to and left at least three different reservations, some more than once, despite their bands' request to live on traditional lands. Victorio, Loco and the Mimbreños were moved to San Carlos Reservation in Arizona Territory in 1877. Victorio and his followers (including old Nana) left the reservation twice, seeking and temporarily obtaining hospitality in Fort Stanton Reservation among their Sierra Blanca and Sacramento Mescalero allies and relatives (Caballero was probably Victorio's brother-in-law and Mangus' uncle, San Juan was too an old friend and Nana's wife was a Mescalero woman), before they came back to Ojo Caliente only to leave permanently in late August 1879, which started Victorio's War. Despite Nautzili's efforts, many Northern Mescalero warriors, led by Caballero and Muchacho Negro, joined him with their families, and San Juan and other Mescaleros also left their reservation; many Guadalupe and Limpia Mescalero too (Carnoviste and Alsate were close allies to Victorio after 1874) joined Victorio's people. Victorio was successful at raiding and evading capture by the military, and won a significant engagement at Las Animas Canyon in what is now the Aldo Leopold Wilderness on September 18 1879. In Victorio's War from September 1879 to October 1880, Victorio led a band of Apaches, never numbering more than 200 men, in a running battle with the U.S. and Mexican armies and the civilian population of New Mexico, Texas, and northern Mexico, fighting two dozen skirmishes and battles. In October 1880, in north-eastern Chihuahua (a land well-known to the Guadalupe and Limpia Southern Mescaleros), having sent Nana and Mangus to raid for food and ammunition, Victorio, with only a few warriors and even less ammunition, his band were surrounded and sadly, were murdered by soldiers of the Mexican Army under Colonel Joaquin.

[manicpixieginger]

thinking i might start tagging fics where aldo is more violent with 'aldo the apache' since that's his violent reputation and persona

[boredgameoliverrose]

The very first completed Beast cards that are ready to be printed, cut and laminated. In this lesson I finished up small details on the card that are basically unnoticeable as I found out, but things I have changed that you can see above are that I have added a new more fitting more bolder title font which is called Aldo The Apache which covers the little rectangle much better, and the rectangle around the text is new, I added it so that it would highlight the title much more so the name of the beast was clearly visible when drawn from the deck, another new ish feature is the colour of the numbers in the boxes are now the same as the coloured background to make it more visible to both players.

And I also made the first Amalgamation card which look pretty good in my opinion, opting to make the eyes of each rare card glow a different colour to show rarity was a good idea to depict ranking, also I showed both attribute and the titles of the beasts to make the amalgamation card, one thing I do not like is that to the left and right edges of the card they do not fit which slightly triggers me a bit but thats fine, it can be changed to make it slimmer

[migelangeldiablo]

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jack shields was the mayor of fort mcmurray alberta and he lived on HILL DRIVE. CASA HILL with the wimp in the al anon rooms, jared kushner and harry potter daniel radcliff living above CASA HILL across from the sala, which is chuey from al anon and his family. the mother is the woman over at OACXA DIVA chocolates where mike, juan valdez in new york AA in 1984 on a VA BILL and josh, from 551 beaconhill drive in fort mcmurray after the manzanillo enriquez novelas kidnpped vladimier putins son scott from the same address 551 beaconhill drive fort mcmurray alberta T9H 2R4 +1 780 790 0682 house phone number and renamed him in manzanillo colima after marrying him off to dianhe enriquez novela, aldo daniel enriquez novela of manzanillo and puerto vallarta who married my sister sheree lynn dombrowski after meeting her on a diner cruise on the pirate ship dinner cruises where he was a waiter. he moved to fort mcmurray alberta and the address listed twice above.

scott putin was renamed stephano stepanopolus who was fat renne greek camp kitchen cook at suncor 1979 fort mcmurray where i would have coffee with fat renee who fell in love with mke and her greek husband staphano stepanopolus of montreal who lived in the morrison center with fat renee mother and father who is the rapist pastor clifford grant of orange julius at the downtown mall, who retired from fort mcmurray and was charged with having sex with an under age male minor.

and on stone phillips..to catch a preditor, prince andrew of eaton college and 5 people killed when he was drunk driving..oops we are talking about pastor clifford grant of president meterand of france..16 will get you 20, alex .alajandro..o yea. roman polanski. charged with  rape of A MINOR FREMALE AND HE FLED THE UNITED STATES FOR FRANCE..WHERE HE WAITED IN THE DARK TO BECOME..PRESIDENT METERAND IN 2016. WHEN THE CRIMINAL GOVERNMENT RUPUBLICAN PARTY OF THE UNITED STATES PRESIDENT donald trump AND THE OTHERS AT THE 2016 CLIMATE CHANGE SUMMIT IN PARIS FRANCE...HIS MOTHER IS THE BI POLAR MANIC DEPRESSIVE FROM DOCTOR  THOMAS O FLYNNS PHYCHIATRIC WARD AT THE NORTHERN LIGHTS REGIONAL HEALTH CENTE

THE MANIC DEPRESSIVE WHO CAME TO PUERTO VALLARTA FROM FORT MCMURRAY AND ARRIVED AT MY APARTMENT UNDER SYLVIA LUPITA CASTRO REED HOUSE IN VERSALLES, PUERTO VALLARTA,..THAT IS SYLVIAS PHOTOS AS YOU WALK INTO a page in the sun COFFEE HOUSE AND LIBRAIRY. THIS SALMON ROW  EGG OF SALMON RUSHTI WHO PLAYS WITH THIS benq SENSEYE 3 led MONITOR AND DOES NOT TOUCH THE SCREEN BUT THE GAME HE PLAYS IS DIRECTED BY HIS EYE MOVEIMENTS.

HE IS THE FAT GUY WHO WORKS FOR ELLEN DIGENEROUS ON THE ELLEN SHOW, IN HER COFFEE SHOP AND BOOK STORE. THE ONE NEXT TO ME IS GEORGE VILLANUEVE OF LACOMBE ALBERTA AND THE FAT ONE BESIDE HIM IS THE ONE WHO USES THE TARGETTING SUYSTEM FOR THE APACHE GUN SHIP PILOT EYE MOVEMENT TARGETTING SYTEM 

I JUST TOLD THESE MUSLIM FISHERMEN FROM MOGADISHU SOMOLIA THAT NE ONE IS GOING TO PAY TO FEED THEM .

THEY ARE ALL TO BE REMOVED AND RETURNED TO MOGADISHU SOMALIA, YOU ,MAY CHARGE THE STATE OF ISREAL FOR ALL COSTS INCURED THROUGH THE RE PATRIATION OF THE MUSLUM PEOPLE THROUGH MOGADISHU SOMOLIA . THIS IS WERE THE ISREALITES CAN AGAIN BEGIN THIER JOURNEY HOME

I AM KELLY BRIAN DOMBROWSKI

I AM JESUS CRIST. I AM OJO DE AGUA.

OJO DE AGUA..EYE OF WATER

MY MOTHERS FAMILY WERE FROM CHIEF JOSEPH AND THE NORTH DACOTA SUEX

I WILL CRY NO MORE FOR EVER..OR AS MY MOM WOULD SAY

MAYBE I WILL CRY TOMORROW

[cloud3francois]

Inglorious Basterds: Hans Landa accidentally warned the family

[fandoms-are-my-friends-1321]

Will I ever stop making memes like this? The answer would be no.

[sergeant-donny-donowitz]

One Calm Night: Donny x Fem!Reader

Requested by @sodapop182 I'm so sorry it took so long to post things have been so hectic lately!

@owba-chan @war-obsessed @inglourious-imagines @tammykelly @struggling-bee @frozenhuntress67 @kwyloz @sodapop182 @pastexistence @what-the--curtains @taikawho @spookybearlandtaco Let me know if you wanna be added to the IB or OUATIH taglists! :)

************** 1944 ************** "Well shit, son, this is some good stuff," Aldo chuckled as he glanced over the label. It was in French, so he couldn't exactly read it, but he recognized the logo and colors. Donny nodded eagerly though he had a nervous smile, "Yeah I just hope Y/n likes it." Hugo smirked and Wicki smiled and said, "Well  even if she doesn't, she likes you enough." Donny shook his head as he packed away the wine and some pastries into a basket he was able to find. "Nah..." he cleared his throat and turned back around, "Does she?" Aldo rolled his eyes, "Pretty damn sure just about as much as you like her." They had never seen Donny smile as much as he did that moment. Wicki chuckled, "So quit worrying, Donny. Just go and be yourself!" "Well..." Hugo shrugged, "Maybe tone it down a bit." "What? Tone what down? By how much? I-" "That. She already said yes. Relax a little, son." Aldo chuckled as he pushed Donny out of the room, "Go get dressed." Meanwhile, you were  with Omar, and he was shaking his head, "The poor guy's losing his mind, take it easy on him." "Wh-I did nothing!" You laughed and Omar did too, "I know, I know. I think he just...hasn't been on a date in a long time. And, I don't think he's ever liked someone this much." "Well no pressure," you sighed and checked your hair in the one mirror in the hideout for the thirtieth time. You would have worn a dress, but the one dress you did have you used for disguises on   missions....so at this point it was too torn up to use for a genuine date. Besides, if anything happened while you were out, you had to be ready to come back and help the others. So, you had to settle for the least damaged shirt you had. It was a long sleeve blouse. It was emerald green, Donny's favorite color, coincidentially. You paired that with some high waisted pants that had only a few stitches holding it all together, and, you pretty much had to wear your usual boots. You did give them a good cleaning, though. You were all just doing your best. What else could you do? Meanwhile, Smitty and Hirschberg came back from a short mission. They had a few scalps for Aldo, and were a little happy that they were now ahead of everyone else in terms of paying off their debt to Aldo. And when they walked into the kitchen and saw some fancy looking wine and some treats, well, they couldn't help themselves. They downed about half of the bottle along with the pastries when they heard glass shatter behind them. "You're fucking kidding me." They turned around slowly, and saw Donny had dropped two glasses. It was then that they realized the wine and food was most likely for the date.... To be fair, they had been gone for a few days. And Donny talked about taking you out all the time, they didn't realize this was the time it would actually happen. Donny was standing looking shocked and, unfortunately for them, very angry. Hirschberg muttered, "Smitty, run. I'll distract him." "He'll take us both down, forget it. We'll just make him angrier..." "What the fuck's goin on out...aw shit." Aldo sighed, his hands at his hips as he shook his head. He knew even if they ran they wouldn't get very far, so the next best thing was to reason with Donny, "Now, look, son...They didn't know no better, they were gone! Them two boys are good kids, they didn't mean nothin' by it! You know they love Y/n, they don't mean nothin'! It's-" Then, Omar walked in with you. Donny turned around and when he saw you, he immediately stopped fuming. He even smiled a little, looking a lot calmer. "Y/n..." Aldo practically ordered, "Everyone out." Smitty, who felt a little guilty started to shake his head, wanting to explain to you he really didn't know, "But I-" "Now. Move. This is your savin' grace, boy." Aldo ushered the poor kid out along with a smirking Hirschberg. "Donny, you ready?" You asked, not really sure what was going on, and not really caring. You had been waiting for Donny to ask you out for a painfully long time. Since boot camp, really. He sighed, and lightly kicked a piece of glass to the side, "I had some stuff for us," he picked up what remained of the bottle of wine, "They beat us to it, kid." He had to chuckle a little. You giggled as you stood behind him and wrapped your arms around him, observing, "Well, it's still half full." He laughed, "You're right y'know!" He chuckled as he instead put a few rations of chocolate in the basket along with the half full bottle. The rations may or may not have been Smitty and Hirschberg’s, but that was a story for another day.  He turned around and swept you off your feet. "Ready?" You laughed, "Been ready for years, Don." He raised an eyebrow and grinned as he led you somewhere to the countryside. It was so quiet, the afternoon was so lovely, if you didn't know any better, you'd think there was no war. Just you and Donny. It was just as you'd dreamed of for so long, and you let him know that. You never thought you'd make him blush as much as you did, but that just made it even better. He was softer than he let on before. You always had your bet on that, but now you knew it for a fact. And you knew he was yours. You were both laying in some tall grass, looking up at the sky as a few grey clouds drifted between you and the stars slowly. It seemed to be the one calm night of the past year or so.

"Y/n?" Donny murmured with a smile, glancing at you. "Yeah Donny?" You turned to look at him. "I think I'm in love with you..." Any of the basterds could have told you that Donny loved you for a fact...for quite a while now. But, you didn't mind the wait. Things hadn't gone as planned, but hey, that happens sometimes. Especially when you're surrounded by basterds. You giggled a little, as he rested his hand on your cheek, and you admitted what you'd known for a long time, "I think I'm in love with you too..." The stars shone in his eyes, his shoulders loosened up as he heard the only words that could bring the sergeant some relief. He kissed you softly, living completely in the long awaited moment. Times were tough, you were all far from home, anything could go wrong at any time... But for that night, in that moment, Donny was completely content with life, now that he had you. And nothing could take that from him.

[motelgirl]

Hello :)

I’ve got a prompt list now!! It’s only short and is mainly directed towards IB and Fury kind of things, however if you feel like there’s stuff on there I could use to write for other fandoms then feel free to use it however you want!

people new to my blog here is who i write for:

Inglorious basterds:

Sgt. Donny Donowitz

Lt. Aldo Raine

Dead Poets Society:

Todd Anderson

Neil Perry

Charlie Dalton

Knox Overstreet

The Umbrella Academy:

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Vanya Hargreeves

Sherlock:

Sherlock Holmes

Fury:

Sgt. Don Collier

Ocean’s 11 etc:

Rusty Ryan

[justanotherfilmfanatic]

Lt. Aldo Raine

AKA Aldo The Apache

AKA Enzo Gorlaaaami

[ily-honey-bunny]

Aldo Raine seems like the kind of guy to make up rules while playing monopoly just to piss everyone off but somehow still ends up losing the whole entire game. In this essay I will-

[theonetryingtolive]

A Thousand Sunflowers - Aldo Raine/ Reader - Inglourious Basterds

Tags: @warmommy @majwinters @junojelli @mayhem24-7forever @higgles123 @wildwilliamguarnere @david-weepster @mawpheen-and-sizzuhs @those-dusty-jump-wings @confusedwarchild @maiden-of-gondor @whoabrekker @iamaboojum @lostinthewiind @medievalfangirl

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“You’re not dying,” Aldo Raine said with finality, his gaze hardening as he assessed your wounds, and the blood seeping through the thin material of the white dress. “You listen to me, Y/N, you’re not dying on me.”

You felt cold, and had started shivering not long after being pulled out from that damn tavern by an equally bloody Hugo, with Wilhelm covering you as you were lifted up from that damned basement.

“Ain’t I, chief?” You murmured, your fingers pressed to your side, slippery with blood. “How the hell do you know? Are you a doctor?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Aldo had said, but not harshly, sounding more like he was trying not to fall apart than anything else. “Shut up, I’m not letting you die.”

“I don’t think it’s up to you,” you murmured, clutching his arm as you were lifted again.

“If you close your fucking eyes, I will drop you,” Aldo said, trying to sound pissed. Only he couldn’t. How could anyone be angry with death knocking at the door? Certainly some people could, Hugo was the living embodiment of that, but not Aldo, never sweet Aldo.

“No, you won’t,” you replied, trying hard not to fall prey to exhaustion.

“No,” he replied in a soft voice. “No, I won’t.”

A fucking veterinary was the best they could do, and you laughed when the man came in. Someone had brought Von Hammersmark in as well, probably Donny from the look of it, and had placed her down on another table close to you. You closed your eyes, then opened them again with a gasp when Aldo tapped your cheek. It was a blur of pain and muffled screams against Aldo’s chest as the vet worked. It was way past midnight when he was finished, and then it was Von Hammersmark’s turn.

Aldo wasn’t even paying attention to her, or anything that was going on three feet away from where you were lying.

“You okay?” He asked, frowning at your bandages, as if they had personally offended him.

“Fine,” you replied, one hand curling around the fabric of his sweater vest. “What are you going to do now?”

“What the fuck do you think?” He asked, a glint of madness in his eyes. “I’m going to scalp every last one of them.”

You laughed, and fell back against the table, your stitches aching. “Sounds like what a normal, well-adapted person would do.”

“Yeah, well,” he said, taking his snuff box out as Bridget cried out in pain. He ignored her, eyes fixed on yours, as if they were the only fixed point in the universe. “How do you fell about a bouquet of scalps for our wedding?”

You closed your eyes with a small smile. “I’d rather have sunflowers.”

“Okay,” he said, shrugging. As if sunflowers and scalps were interchangeable. Maybe they were, you thought with amusement. “Scalps for centrepieces.”

“The more you say the word ‘scalps’ the more sunflowers I’ll demand.”

“Demand,” he said, smirking. “I like that. What else does my queen demand?”

“A thousand sunflowers, and every single scalp of every single Nazi we come across.”

You were half asleep when you felt his lips against yours. “It’s a deal.”