#incorrectbandofbrothersquotes

[kafka-ohdear]

so, my dumb ass forgot about this ask in my drafts so i'm remaking (?) it because i can't edit the original post anymore.

i love every blog related to the fandom so get ready to hear me rambling shits in this post.

i'd list my favourite hbo war related blogs hehe, and here they go:

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@fkmylif3 - HELLO my favourite gif maker!!! literally the best gifs with best qualities + colouring <3 can't find anything i don't like about you for real 😭 i love the sisk gifs with my whole existence!!!

@mutantmanifesto - eugfjshksk another super talented and skilled artist! i love every painting that was posted on this blog.

@onefineginger - i love their art very very much, honestly i have saved a lot of them on my phone because every single one is so gorgeous.

@thewayisset - one of the first hbo war artists i know when i got into this fandom. unique and super gorgeous artstyle!

@fromcrossroadstoking - i love their m*a*s*h au very much! also the siskroe fanfics of them made me obssesed with their writings even more.

@ronald-speirs/@luckynumber4 - super supportive and amazing edits, writings + posts too! sorry i don't know which blog of yours to tag so yeah 😭 i'll go with these two.

@sweetxvanixlla and @footprintsinthesxnd - PRETTIEST MOODBOARDS OMG!! the theme and colour + pictures choices never failto amaze me.

@liptonwashere - beautiful edits omg!! the song choices, the quality and transitions are all amazing! lovely blog too.

@liptonsbabe - your memes make me rolling on the floor whenever i see them! keep them coming hehe i'm waiting for more memes from you!

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other contents creators/blogs that i absolutely adore but never got many chances to interact/see their works:

@mylastresortiswriting - i love the baberoe fanart of yours very very much!! never read any of your writings before but a hundred percent they are amazing as well! loveliest person on tumblr <33

@deputy-buck - just got to know you more recently but i love your moodboards and literally your whole blog too!!

@david-sharkthot-webster - i saw the posts before i even own a tumblr account 😭

@incorrectbandofbrothersquotes - same as above 😭 eughfjsk i love the incorrect quotes with my whole being.

@auroargraves - you might have seen me spamming bunch of notes on your webgott + baby sisk posts and headcanons before eugjhfhks i'm sorry for that but i really adore them!!

@malarkgirlypop - !!! your oc fics and bofb imagines are so amazing and ypu're awesome too 😭 i love them.

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sorry (again) if my dumb ass accidentally forgot anyone but that's all i could remember so far 😭. btw let me know if you don't feel comfortable being tagged 🥹 sorry in advance...

[mercurygray]

hi merc! i’m super excited for thankful thursday this year :)

@wexhappyxfew for always being there to hype me up and sharing your wonderful stories!

@incorrectbandofbrothersquotes for sharing juliet and melanie and always saying the loveliest things <3

@ you, merc - for always inspiring me and sharing your incredible writing and history knowledge with all of us.

and to pollie for being such a fun journey for myself, my research, and my writing.

and that’s all! have a lovely day :)

back with MORE people for thankful thursday because i have the memory of a goldfish :)

@sergeant-spoons for being an incredible hype-person and giving the best advice AND being a lovely beta reader <3

@tvserie-s-world for being such a wonderful friend and always saying the most kind things :)

❤️❤️

[wexhappyxfew]

The Sun Will Always Rise || Ronald Speirs

inspired by a quote from Ruta Sepetys’ book, Between Shades of Grey ~ ❛you stand for what is right, without the expectation of gratitude or reward. ❜

Happy HBO War Secret Santa 2020! I can’t believe the time has officially arrived and to say I am beyond excited for this lil Ronald Speirs imagine I cooked up, is an understatement. This is for @incorrectbandofbrothersquotes​ , for Kelsey!! It’s not as much of a Christmas theme, more of a snowy, wintry theme, which I love!!

I was beyond excited to take up a request for Secret Santa and laying out my options, going off your list, I chose Ronald Speirs to write for you - I am so happy with how this turned out, and I hope, more than anything, you enjoy it and it brings some holiday cheer to this time of year, especially after a year where it seems like every thing that happened just got worse and worse.

Take time to yourself this holiday season, Kelsey, and you enjoy some time for yourself as well - you are such a wonderful human being, who I believe if I’m correct, I have followed since Day 1 in this fandom, nearly 2 years ago - if that even sounds right LOL! It’s been a long while though! Happy reading and happy holidays for whatever holiday you celebrate, or if you don’t celebrate any at all! Thank you and enjoy! And thank you @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant for doing this!!! <3

ronald speirs imagine x reader - 2.5k word count <3 

Captain Speirs had been rather adamant on letting you go early from the tiny meeting Captain Winters had organized - between the runny nose, your numb fingertips, and your pale cheeks which seemed to stand out especially in the bleak wilderness around you, you figured it was for the best. 

Haguenea, France was far from the paradise that Mourmelon-le-Grande had offered back in the convent in Rachamps when it was the only thought inside your mind, the warmth reaching your hands for the first time in what felt like months. 

Now, your toes were numb just like your mind. Your helmet was cast down over your tired eyes, the dark rims that had accompanied you through Bastogne, along with the terrors of the Bois Jaque, you were surprised that you could no longer get a proper night of sleep at this point. 

OP 2 stood with its bullet speckled fortifications, shattered glass window panes, and mud covered path way but more than anything you felt a tiny smile poke up at the corner of your mouth, more than anything in that moment. 

Crossing your arms across your chest, you tucked your little hands towards the coat portion near your armpits, relishing the bit of warmth your body still managed to produce. 

Moving up the few steps you had taken that morning, up to the depths of OP 2, you stomped the bits of mud out from the portions of your new winter-boots pack and pushed inside the bit of warmth that drifted from the outpost. 

You could hear a few of the men moving around downstairs, most likely eating their fill before the patrol slated for 0100 tonight. It was quiet on the main level though, beds left unmade from where men had taken much-needed naps from the bitter cold which brought on layers of tiredness and loss of calories more than the normal days of what war brought. 

Pulling the Thompson from your shoulder, you let it drop into your cold hands before lying it beside the bunk you, yourself had taken a nap in before you had woken up for the meeting. 

Yawning, you glanced towards the open French doors that let in the cold draft of air in the late, dreary afternoon. The quiet river that trailed outside let it’s soft presence be known as the sun did its best to warm the land underneath which lay tattered in ruins and soaking snow and mud pits, decorating it with war. 

Moving outside again, you let your pistol bump at your hip - no one wanted to start another battle when the war had already taken enough, no one wished to throng bullet after bullet towards one another when there was already so much bloodshed - for a moment there was simply just peace as you moved outside towards the river. 

Turning the corner, where you had found a little secluded spot to just sit and let the tiny bit of peace you felt overtake you, you noticed a figure standing stiffly, his dark eyes looking out across the river, with a scarf pulled up around his stubble cheeks, eyes evidently alert and awake. 

You had found the area just that day, frosted hedges and a leafless tree hanging overhead with the dreary sky as a saddening backdrop. 

Clearing your throat, you took a tentative step forward, watching the man with gentle eyes. He didn’t seem to notice your presence, he didn’t make a show of it, but you knew he did, by the subtle shift in the way his shoulders dropped the slightest inch, and even his eyes seemed to soften, the hard glow from your side view of him fading. 

Captain Speirs seemed no stranger to your presence in the simple way, he suddenly turned his own head towards your eyes, his lips pulled into the thin line you had seen previously at the small gathering with Captain Winters. 

“ I thought I told you to get some rest, Lieutenant.” he said, his eyes softly moving up and down your small stature, stopping briefly on your hands which looked nearly as pale as the sky by that point - you looked so fragile and small in his eyes for a moment. 

“ Sleeping and I aren’t exactly compatible.” you said as you approached him, your feet in the mud covered boots slowing to a pause in front of him as he watched you earnestly.

“ What are you doing out here, Lieutenant?” 

“ I could ask the same of you, sir.” you answered quietly back, watching as he studied your eyes, noticing the build of stress lines that stretched like the horizon underneath your stressed eyes, the sunken in cheeks showing the wounds of war in someone who had fought so strongly against it and the pain of a million souls rupturing your heart. A slight hint of a smile poked up at the corner of his lips, as he finally rested his eyes on your own again, before looking back out towards the river and the enemy’s side.

“ It’s peaceful out here.” he said and you watched as he let his eyes move along the bank of water, softly picking on each and every little part of the river from its banks to the white caps. 

“ I’m glad I’m not the only one who found it peaceful then.” you said quietly, your own eyes caring out towards the, admittedly, cold water. Slowly, willing yourself with the might you had, you walked forward and slowly positioned yourself beside the man, barely reaching his shoulder if you could admit it and let your eyes remain out on the river. 

Captain Ronald Speirs had come into your life only recently, but even years before you had bumped into him on occasion - it was always a mutual greeting, signs of respect being passed between the two of you, both Lieutenants in your own realms. He had even complimented the dress you’d been wearing out on the town one night with a group of the guys in Aldbourne after the Normandy Campaign. He had liked the color - it had been a soft baby blue, like robin’s eggs - and he had liked it. 

Of course at the time, you hadn’t thought much of it, the sun rising and setting, the moon coming out to expose the raw pain and truth of war, the bloodshed and endless battles and the grief that consumed merely just one person after the next - you’d forgotten about it almost instantly. You still remembered the softness of his eyes - that hadn’t changed. 

Now, he was your CO and you remained a close Second to him; he turned to you when he wanted to run something over, and on occasion, you two shared a cigarette under the moonlight when all the men were tucked away and finally getting the restful sleep they deserved. 

“ What do you think’s gonna happen on that patrol tonight, Lieutenant?” he asked you, voice soft, in a way gentle, but the soft rasp of a cough in his throat was far from evident. He always seemed to confide in you when these circumstances arose - especially after Rachamps. 

“ I think the men will be okay, they’ve fought for a while in this war, just as the enemy has. They’ll do their best.” They were tired is what she wanted to say, all the men were - she gave a prayer to Sergeant Martin for the heed he took when assigned to lead the patrol over the exhausted Sergeant Malarkey. 

“ They’ve all fought long enough.” the Captain said quietly and you peaked a hesitant glance up towards him. Your heart didn’t fail to speed up the slightest bit at the gentle nature that encased his face and the way he seemed to undoubtedly care for each of the men like a father would. 

Turning from the river, he slowly met your eyes which didn’t falter in looking away from his own - you were rather mesmerized by his beautiful irises, the way they glowed even in darkness or in the bleak snow, even when the sun would rise, they glowed so purely. 

“ Sir….I….” He watched you speak, head inclined towards you, waiting for the words from your lips, but you were caught up with the caring nature he seemed to inhibit within himself in that moment of time where there was no war, no peace, just him and his eyes, and just...him. 

“ I know you care for these men, Y/N.” Captain Speirs whispered softly, as he watched your eyes change from the stressed expression they seemed to constantly encompass to a gentleness, a warmth, merely at the direct comment of her name and not just the soft rasp of Lieutenant - no he had said your name. So softly and tenderly, each letter off the tongue like a song. 

“ I’ve been with them since Toccoa, sir….I…” your shoulders managed to slump as you found yourself unable to finish your sentence under the Captain’s gaze, unable to process mere words. 

“ These men don’t deserve this Y/N, I know that and so does Captain Winters - I think we all do.” 

“ Battalion’s orders.” you managed out weakly, with an attempt at a frosted smile as he nodded, watching the sadness flood your eyes again - he found out he didn’t like seeing your beautiful eyes sad like that, even if they still looked just as beautiful, your eyes didn’t deserve to see and feel such pain, for their mere beauty was worth much more. 

“ You don’t deserve this either, Y/N.” Shutting your eyes for a moment, you felt your heart squeeze at his words - you always thought in some way you had - for the lives you took, for the ones you couldn’t prevent being taken, from everything. In some ways, it was alright - to pay your dues as such. 

“ You deserve to be happy, warm...in a little cottage by the sea that you’ve always liked…” 

He had LISTENED to that story? He had HEARD that story? 

You swore it must’ve been the fever or maybe that the recollection you had was just you mumbling to yourself, you swore it had been.

“ You heard all that?” you asked softly, your eyes opening as you met his own again. A chuckle left his lips and you found it enough to boost your own into a shy smile at it, his eyes downcast before glancing up to your own. He had a nice laugh.

“ Yeah, yeah I did,” he said biting back his lips as a smile crossed his lips, twinkling eyes shining on you,” must’ve been the fever but you were going on and on about it and I wasn’t going to stop you either.” You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head at your clumsy way of speech - through a fever and the cold and you had blabbered to Captain Speirs about the cottage by the sea you wished for. 

Both your smiles seemed to fall once the moment past and almost like a little angel on your shoulder, your heart pleaded to see that dash of a boyish grin on his lips again. Your heart nearly yearned for it when it’s only human contact was the Captain in front of her - maybe she wanted it too. 

And from the proximity of your bodies, you were nearly in reach of him. 

“ Your eyes..-” Softly looking towards you as you spoke, your lip hanging open a bit as you met them again,”...I mean, sir, I..I don’t know if you’ve been told, but you’re eyes…” He watched you softly.

“ They’re beautiful, sir, and I just thought you should know.” Because in war, this war, I may never see you after tonight, you wished to say, but your head was saying no as your heart was saying yes. 

The smile that had gone underground on the Captains’ face suddenly grew, spreading across his face and you couldn’t help but let your breath get caught in your throat. 

An ethereal being was your first thought. 

It seemed like he too was caught at a similar crossroads, his eyes betraying him and his heart - you were within reach, you were standing right there, despite everything. 

You were standing there with a wounded heart. 

“ I could say the same to you,” he said quietly,” Lieutenant.” Your heart squeezed the slightest bit tighter as he said it.

“ Baby blue,” he said quietly,” like robin’s eggs.” Your eyes carried up to his again and you met them within seconds, suddenly aware of the heat on your cheeks, the pounding of your heart - none of it.

“ I didn’t just notice that dress you wore that day, Lieutenant,” he said quietly,” I noticed those eyes too.” He swore they could make the sun want to rise on its worst days. You swore it was just the cold, but you had no words left to say, you had nothing to say at all - because his eyes which glowed like the sun, said it all. 

“ Sir….” you whispered, but he suddenly turned and gently pressed his hands which had been crossed over his chest, flush against your red cheeks and watched you tenderly, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin of your sunken in cheeks, as he watched your eyes. He watched you so selflessly, like you were his sun, his world. 

Could a person ever mean that much to another - maybe Ronald Speirs thought that way. 

Maybe he always had. 

It seemed for a moment the stoic Captain did everything to break down the walls which encapsulated him just so he could touch the human in front of him - you. The bit of warmth he still felt under his fingertips coming from you. 

Softly, ever so lovingly, he shut his eyes as you watched his long lashes cover his irises. 

And in that moment, you shut your own as he held your there, inches from his face, faintly hearing his heartbeat which raced for the first time since Foy. 

“ You stand for what is right, Y/N, without the expectation of gratitude or reward.” he whispered softly as your heart rushed and hurriedly skipped over a beat without hesitation,” And through this war, even after, it’s all you deserve.” 

And within a moment, a softness pressed against your cold cheek, the touch of his lips on your skin, a gentle kiss from the servant of the sun - and just as fast as it had happened it disappeared. 

Your own hands slowly moved upward towards your flushed cheeks - you could still feel the brush of his lips against the skin of your cheek. 

Opening your eyes, you found yourself alone, all alone by the rushing water of the river, your heart pounding. Slowly, you glanced over your shoulder and found the figure of the Captain moving away from you, his commanding presence which had fallen to his queen for a mere moment of time, back up. 

Yet you had seen it fall, and you had seen his heart, his beautiful heart - for not only were his eyes as beautiful as they had been, but so was his heart - it had always been, but this time, so was everything else about him. 

Everything.

The sun smiled, it would always rise. 

The sun would always rise. 

[liebhot]

These tags have me dying @incorrectbandofbrothersquotes

[mithrandirssidehoe]

Kelsey: Does Bastogne count as a Christmas special?

Me: Obviously

[incorrect1917quotes]

Blake: we can make this work! we're Romeo and Juliet!

Schofield: it didn't work for Romeo and Juliet! that play ends in a tragic double suicide

Blake: that's how it ends? why do people like it so much?

[liebgoth]

Ron Livingston as Lewis Nixon’s clear ass skin appreciation post

[onlyyouexisthere]

Hey @incorrectbandofbrothersquotes it’s me, your Secret Santa :) Here’s my gift to you, I hope you like it 💕 Merry Christmas! 🎄

| Moodboards & edits |

Taglist: @shamelessbirdlight @mads-weasley @anothergirlwithkaleidoscopeeyes @tvserie-s-world @alyxzanderthebored @whoahersheybars @i-dont-like-bullies @scarecrowmax @nixoninc @generousdreamlanddestiny @howunexpectedlyso @mariner-2 @wecomrades @this-dog-just-aint-gonna-hunt @pipster4107 @easycompany123 @whovian45810 @now-im-a-belieber @lewis-winters @vat69nix @acdassenza @labarboteuse

[thoughpoppiesblow]

melanie jo davis, for @incorrectbandofbrothersquotes. happy birthday kelsey!

[holdingforgeneralhugs]

cast your mutuals as the Easy Company lads :D

@tvserie-s-world - Carwood Lipton! A sweet sweet angel, no explanation needed.

@generousdreamlanddestiny - Dick Winters of course 💓 you are an absolute sweetheart.

@thatsmyownpiss - Lewis Nixon. Winnix is like our version of VAT 69 (completely addictive) and I love you for it. Literally everytime I think of you I think of Lew😂💜

@honey-im-hotdog - George Luz. Bitch you funny as hell, and there's no better person to fangirl about hot actors with 😆💜

@ask-you-what-sir - Shifty Powers. you're literally the sweetest bean💓

@how-are-those-nuts-sarge - Bull Randleman. You've just got a really really sweet, chill vibe.

@wecomrades - Harry Welsh! You know you're always the Welsh to my Winters 🥰

@now-im-a-belieber - Gene Roe. You're so kind and sweet and nice to talk to💜

@wexhappyxfew - Joe Toye. A sweet angel but also so funny 💙

@vintagelavenderskies - Chuck Grant. You just radiate chill vibes but you're also sweet.

@incorrectbandofbrothersquotes - Don Malarkey. You write some hella funny stuff in your stories (Jules is an absolute comedian) and you're also just so sweet!

[hbowardaily]

Posting starts tomorrow!

You will have from the 20th to the 25th of December to post your creations!

If you don’t post anything during this time, and you don’t notify us about you dropping out, that means you will have to face a one year ban from all events of this blog. This rule is needed so everyone can enjoy their gift during the holidays!

Thank you all so much for joining this event!

Happy Holidays! 🎅

@jackharkness, @embersjanuary, @tvserie-s-world, @thoughpoppiesblow, @how-are-those-nuts-sarge, @onlyyouexisthere, @kingofbr00klyn, @oscar-two-foxtrot, @this-dog-just-aint-gonna-hunt, @softspeirs, @incorrectbandofbrothersquotes, @jim-bones-spock, @savspersonalproperty, @auroralightsthesky, @aliosus, @edwardashley, @cajunroe, @now-im-a-belieber, @nixoninc, @mads-weasley, @itsametaphorgwil, @gryffindor-divergent, @military-bluebells, @rebeccapearson, @multifandomlover01, @emmythespacecowgirl, @stolperzunge, @papersergeant-pencilsoldier, @jamespendricks, @sulasica, @venneeece, @s-ara-bel, @olympain

[mercurygray]

Six Sentence Sunday

In addition to it being Smutty Sunday, it's also Six Sentence Sunday - the part of the show where you share six sentences from the thing you're working on! Thanks @thrillingdetectivetales for the tag!!

This is from what will hopefully be the next chapter of The Darkening Sky - we get the return of one familiar face and get to meet a few new ones, too! (Yes, it's actually more like ten sentences. Shhhhh. I didn't want to interrupt the character who's talking. )

The voice giving them directions at that bus stop was coming from a woman of medium height and almost stocky build, pacing up and down the line, her blond hair in a severe updo under her hat, probably closer thirty-five than twenty, practically an old lady where the army was concerned. Two bars, Maggie thought to herself. A captain.

"You all are here,” the officer announced, “because you've said you want to serve in the paratroopers." She used the word ‘said’ like this was up for discussion, like she didn't quite believe them, and Maggie bristled for a moment. "You've probably all read a newspaper article, seen a newsreel - all those women in their uniforms marching in step and thought 'Well, I can do that.'" She paused, looking around almost ominously. "I have to tell you, ladies. We do a hell of a lot more running than we do marching in this outfit."

There were nervous smiles - was she going to expect them to go now, in their skirts and pumps? Maggie knew they were all good for a mile or so around Fort Des Moines, but what good was parade ground marching when you were supposed to parachute into Europe?

Tagging @shoshiwrites @basilone @incorrectbandofbrothersquotes @vintagelavenderskies @tortoisesshells @montmartre-parapluie

[kmorecoffee]

Bleeding Hearts is 1 year today!!!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh hello friends!!!

I've literally been counting down the days until I could post this alfjsldgjksd which is:

BLEEDING HEARTS IS ONE YEAR TODAY AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I cannot believe it's been a year already. So much has happened in the past year holy heck 😂😂😂😂.

I didn't think I would still be writing this a year later. I don't know what I thought would happen but I did not think I would get so attached to Lina Grace and her story (she totally owns my heart alfkjsldgk). Now it's an entire universe hahaah. I'm not really kidding lol. If you know, y'know :)

Bleeding Hearts is the longest story I've ever written. As of right now, it's 130k+ words and still a long way to go before being done. And then there's postwar haha :)

Writing this story has been such an insane ride. I started writing Lina Grace's story when I wasn't in the best place. I desperately needed an escape so I did what I always do: get lost in my head :)

In all seriousness though I've learned so much writing this fic and made so many amazing friends 🥺🥺.

@wexhappyxfew @how-are-those-nuts-sarge @tvserie-s-world @thoughpoppiesblow @iilovemusic12us @pxpeyewynn@incorrectbandofbrothersquotes and @liebegott y'all are the best and put up with my very incoherent, nearly constant screaming over this story 😂😂💜💜💜. i love you all and i don't know what i'd do without you 🥺🥺💜💜💜

and to anyone who has ever lurked or said anything nice about this fic: i love and adore you 💜💜

Anyways, Happy birthday to Lina Grace my fave chaotic disaster and all my other oc's that I absolutely adore 🥺🥺💜💜. Here's to another year 🥳🥳🥳

[incorrect1917quotes]

Leslie: I have an idea, but I'm going to need your permission

Erinmore: why would you need my permission?

Leslie: because, if I mess it up, I don't want it to be just my fault

[basilone]

I was tagged by @how-are-those-nuts-sarge, @wexhappyxfew, and @incorrectbandofbrothersquotes (thank you all!) to do the following (and I made a new post out of it because I hate adding on to existing posts haha).. 

Tag your OC as a song from your 2020 Spotify top songs list

I am tagging @serasvictoria, @josephtoye, and @shoshiwrites​ in this but if you have an OC then feel free to take it too! 😊 My number of OCs is too big to do a full list, so I’ll do a quick selection out of the horrorshow that’s my most listened of last year. 😂

Tatiana: Escape The Base, by Tyler Bates

Darlene: The Right Kind of Wrong, by LeAnn Rimes

Katya: Walking On Sunshine, by Aly & AJ

Lottie: Rainbow Blues, by Blackmore’s Night

Charlie: The Winds of Winter, by Ramin Djawadi

Nikolai: Don’t Leave Home, by Dido

War: Teeth, by 5 Seconds of Summer

[howling-harpy]

Band of brothers incorrect speirton quotes

(quotes from @david-sharkthot-webster and @incorrectbandofbrothersquotes)