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[shoshiwrites]

7 from the February Nosebleed Club prompts for Jo/Egan🖤 - @lostloveletters

7. "pinky," Bucky Egan/war correspondent OC. @mercurygray or @basilone didn't know they were collaborating with me on this but they did:)

If she’s keeping count, this is the second time Bucky Egan has acquainted his fist with someone’s face on her behalf. 

That she knows of. If she’s keeping count.

Someone. William. Her William. Was. If he’s anyone’s William he’s not hers anymore, as he stumbles back, his fingers grasping at the worn, smooth wood of the bar. Rubbing his jaw as it makes a noise that curdles her stomach. He tries to hit back but he’s too stunned, too fuzzy from the beer, and Bucky just leans back and lets him miss.

His shoulders slope towards her like an aside, as he demonstrates with his hand. Behind them, the publican starts making noises, about the lack of respect, the threat of throwing them all out. It’s all true. She’s seized by a sudden flight in her feet, but he’s standing here next to her, and she doesn’t move. “See, just like I told you, gotta keep the thumb in like this-”

William runs his tongue over his teeth, his voice ragged and angry and different. “Jo.” 

She opens her mouth to speak — to say, she doesn’t know what — but all John does is stand between them, the threat of more should someone dare try, the blood rushing in her ears.

The woman William had been chatting up — the one in the blue dress — the one whose name she does or doesn’t know — is gone. 

And he leaves. Turns and leaves like a coward before she’s had the chance to throw the ring in his face. Not that she's one for that kind of display, but considering that her companion, tall enough that he has to watch his head for the beams, had just been moved to fisticuffs completely sober, well-

It all sounds different now, in her voice. Breaking, light. “John.”

“You alright, Captain?” he says, before he catches himself, realizes what she’s just called him. She’s not a captain tonight anyway, and maybe that’s one in her army of mistakes. Her trousers, her blouse, the medallion beneath the neckline. She wears it now instead of keeping it safe.

Is it raining outside? It smells like it will, or did, when she pushes through the door, the air thick and almost warm. He follows her out, the bike or two parked outside and a jeep. Around the side of the pub, a quiet path.

“Jo.”

What is she supposed to say? William doesn’t think she deserves to be here. William doesn’t think anything she writes is any better than anything any man with a byline could spit up. And she’d agreed to marry him. She’d thought that was ok. 

And John-

The day they’d come back from the scrapped mission, the one she’d been allowed to observe. Observe. A miracle she can hardly still believe, in more ways than one. Dumb luck, more like. It still sets her heart racing, if she thinks too hard about it. 

The ground beneath their feet again, and her knees knocking together and her ankles, the relief. The scarf damp against her collarbone. I knew you’d get up there, he’d said. You don’t let us tell you no. Mention how good I looked flying past you n’ Buck, alright?

Like it wasn’t a question. 

“Jo, tell me you don’t think he’s got the right to do that to you.” She’s frozen, like something could wind back what just happened. Her eyes fill with tears. He sees them, she knows he does. She’s still wearing the goddamn ring. She shakes her head, the smallest noise.

"What do you want, Jo, huh?” The question moves through his whole body, his arms, his hands. He means it, every word. You want me to find him and hurt him? I’ll do it. You want me to go kill a guy, I’ll go kill a guy. I do it all the time, it’s easy. “What do you want?" 

You.

It’s a shock in her chest, for the times she’s thought it before. Like a match lighting in a dark room.

Quieter now, his eyes trained on her. “What do you want?”

“You to kiss me.”

He stops. Only a second, trying to see her in the dark-dusk, against the trees and the tangled hedges, the last slivers of fading light. 

She’s looking up at him, watching him, before he stoops, so close that she can feel the curls against his forehead. A breath, that shaking pause, before he presses his lips against hers. Seeking her. He doesn’t taste like the beer he hasn’t drank, only toothpaste and the smell of aftershave, and warmth, and a little sweat. 

Her top lip in both of his, her hands at his jacket, her fists balled like she’ll drown.

“Easy there,” he says, the words dancing with a laugh, the complete absence of meaning it. She can’t help it, the stupid grin on her face, his hand cupping her jaw, his thumb on her cheek. The way he doesn’t stop kissing her.

The smallest stuttered noise in the back of his throat, the kind she feels in her hips. God-

“John-”

“Say that again.”

She whacks her palm lightly against his shoulder, pulls it back slow as his tongue catches at her front teeth. “Won’t push my luck on a Bucky, then-”

“Since when-” she says, and he wants to laugh again, how breathless she sounds. He’s here, he’s here, for how long, for how long- “Since when don’t you push your luck-”

He smiles against her mouth. The noise of people leaving the pub, or coming in. She straightens up, but he doesn’t pull all the way back. “If that’s all it took to get you to smile-" The back of his neck is warm under her hands, the short hair. He’s a little breathless too, the kind that stops her heart. “Am I better?”

Her lips press the soft spot against the side of his mouth, so firm she feels the gums beneath.  “What do you think, Major?”

He’s beaming, here in the dark. “I think I like it when you call me Major.”

“Do you, now?”

“Or John.” He presses his thumb against her chin, her bottom lip.

“Or Bucky.”

Soft against her ear, his voice. “Or Bucky.”

[6thofapril1917]

I've never even watched SAS Rogue Heroes but Sarie's man simultaneously looks like a twink and a butch lesbian. Respect. Also good for Sarie!! - @lostloveletters

PLEASE it’s like a running joke in the fandom that johnny just looks butch. also yeah sarie’s biting him (affectionate)

[stfrancisprayer]

Hi Parm! 4, 12, and 20 for the song ask🖤 - @lostloveletters

BATTIE!!!! *jumping up and down waving my hands* HI HI HELLO!!! *does a somersault*

4. is from an underrated artist

goodnight by itsue i was the ONLY one streaming you but you will always be famous in my heart </3 it's unfortunate the band broke up i quite like their math rock stuff

12. is in a movie

i've been getting into bollywood lately...this movie is fun! it's campy! it doesn't take itself too seriously! the soundtrack is catchy! give om shanti om a watch!! it's on netflix rn👍

20. i’ve recommended to someone

this is my go-to whenever somebody asks for a general song rec. also very nostalgic for me....but like it's mellow. you can put it on in the background and vibe. i've probably listened to it 100 times over at this point

thank you for asking, battie!! ❤️❤️🦇

[1waveshortofashipwreck]

Hi Emily! 1, 12, and 25 for the ask game🖤 - @lostloveletters

Thank you for the ask Battie!! 🥰💖

What're 3 things you'd say shaped you into who you are?

Short answer is my faith, my loved ones, and my mental health, find the more lengthy answer here !!

12. What's some good advice you want to share?

Never underestimate the value of self-care, just doing something small for yourself can make a world of difference

25. Fav season and why?

Definitely summer!! One reason is I hate wearing pants and much prefer wearing shorts 🤣 I also just love all the summer activities - going to the beach, going swimming, drinking a cold lemonade on a hot day, I just live for the summer aesthetic lmao

Thank you again Battie!! Hope you have an amazing day 😁💕

[writingsandfandoms]

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[lostloveletters]

Reader-insert fics for The Godfather. You can also find these fics on my AO3.

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Do not interact if you’re under 18, a terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.

MICHAEL

Give Me Shelter, The Night Is Dark - Michael Corleone x Reader (Vampire AU, smut, female reader)

SONNY

One of Those Nights - Sonny Corleone x Reader (Smut, female reader)

[lupines-slash-recs]

Rec: Teenagers Annoy the Living Hell Out of Me by LostLoveLetters

Title: Teenagers Annoy the Living Hell Out of Me Author: LostLoveLetters Canon: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing: Yuuji Itadori/Megumi Fushiguro Rating: Mature [R] Word Count: 11,476 Summary: In which Sukuna is a reluctant wingman and regrets his life decisions deeply due to one

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Itafushi my babies! Hope you enjoy them fics! <3

Teenagers Annoy the Living Hell out of Me by LostLoveLetters (M, 11.4k)

In which Sukuna is a reluctant wingman and regrets his life decisions deeply due to one hopeless brat's exasperating pining. AKA a fic in which Sukuna hates slow burn. And existence itself.

that's the spirit! by akaashism (G, 9.2k)

Toji rolled his eyes. "Just tell him how you feel, I didn't raise a coward." "You didn't raise me," Megumi reminded him. Megumi was being haunted. Not by the ghosts of his past but an actual ghost. The spirit of his deceased father. Megumi gets a wingman and a father in one go.

save your love (for someone like me) by ruledbyv3nus (T, 11.4k)

Even though he knows that he isn’t entitled to every detail in Itadori’s life, it irks him to think there is someone that he knows absolutely nothing about. Especially someone, he realizes with a sinking feeling, that is exactly Itadori’s type. What was it he had said to Todo? Tall, dark hair, kind of badass. In other words, exactly like the tall, dark-haired, intimidating looking man who just walked out of Itadori’s dorm room.

No One Gets it Right on the First (Or Second) Try by j_jabbers (T, 12.4k)

5 times Yuuji and Fushiguro's dates go other than planned, and one time where they finally get it right

moments in between by gratsu (G, 1.3k)

Yuuji’s brain feels like it’s sizzled up and died, but Megumi’s lips are a centimetre away from his own and maybe this isn’t so confusing anymore, because he’s closing his eyes and leaning in too, and— “Wait, are you guys fucking gay?” Sukuna. Fuck, he’d forgotten about him.

Wedding Ring Pop by kookiekawa (G, 8.3k)

To which Megumi comes home with a ring pop on his finger and causes Gojo to become the manchild he is.

built your walls around me by alkhale (M, 15.2k)

“You want to ruin him," Sukuna says. Maybe Sukuna isn’t wrong about that, Fushiguro thinks in a daze. Itadori’s heart is too heavy and too precious. It’s a burden that shouldn’t be given to anyone else. Because even Itadori himself can’t take care of it, can’t hold onto it for the life of him because he’d rather become the vessel to the most wretched of all curses just to help two people he’s only known for a few months—to help Fushiguro, who he’d only met that night. (I can keep it. Fushiguro’s hands move. I can hold onto it, if you want.) Or— Some dreams start to keep Fushiguro up at night, and the cure to stopping them might be closer than he thinks.

help me hold onto you by strawberrysuguru (M, 3.7k)

He aches for that closeness, that touch, but he can’t let himself lean forward and take it. Instead, he presses his thigh closer to Yuuji’s, letting the warmth sink into his skin five times megumi touched yuuji

Your Heartbeat is My Comfort by EpicKiya722 (T, 1.2k)

Seeing Yuuji die before had left Megumi needing to feel his heartbeat to know he's alive. It's how he finds peace.

Epistolary of Shadows and Embers: The Red Rain by lunaseleneartem (M, 17.5k)

Megumi, a sharp-witted detective, wielded intellect as his weapon and compassion as his shield. With his own sense of justice, he knew not the depths of love until he crossed paths with Yuuji, a radiant soul shining amidst the grey shadows of existence. Fate weaved their destinies together, connecting their hearts with a celestial thread of unyielding devotion. CW: This has a sad ending

here and where you are by cityboys (T, 17.2k)

It’s in the middle of scanning the last bottle of green tea that Itadori properly looks up. Eye contact with him is a physical, unexpected shock, a crunch of imaginary static snapping through Megumi and leaving his hands twitching at his sides. "Hey." Itadori blinks, wide and earnest. "Do I know you from somewhere?" The tea sloshes backwards in the bottle he’s holding. Megumi focuses on this until his vision steadies. "No," he says. "I don’t think so." In the aftermath, Itadori loses his memories instead of his life. Megumi grieves nonetheless. CW: This also has a sad ending (yeah yeah I love angst)

In Every Lifetime by kat_likes_writing (G, 53.2k, Ongoing)

Megumi is sent on a mission to retrieve Ryomen Sukuna's finger from a high school, which should have been an easy mission. But with his strange dreams intensifying and becoming more vivid, he has a hard time sleeping. It should be an easy mission. He is just not sure why the boy who found the finger seems so familiar. Ps: Everyday I wait for it to update like how a dog waits for his owner to come home, no warnings just wanted to let you know this fic is one of my top faves

Twitch Streamer Yuuji and Youtuber Megumi by kat_likes_writing (G, 43.7k)

Yuuji is a famous Twitch streamer who does streams from his college dorm. Among his fanbase, his huge crush on a random book reviewer on youtube has become a running joke. The fanbase decides to make it their mission to discover who Yuuji's mystery crush is. Megumi has a very small book reviewing channel on Youtube he started in high school. He doesn't even know what Twitch is, but Nobara keeps insisting he needs to help her find this random Twitch Streamer's secret crush. Her reasoning: the secret crush does youtube and reviews books.

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rules: share the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words you want.

Thanks for the tag @gretagerwigsmuse! Had to wait until I actually had something written for part two of The Only Truth... (other than just the plot notes), so here we are!

Bucky was about to open his mouth to reiterate his protests when his eyes caught sight of you appearing from down the hallway, coming to standing behind Chalmers with your arms crossed and a stern look on your face. It was so utterly reminiscent of one he had received from his mother on countless occasions that he was momentarily unable to speak before clearing his throat to concede to the doctor’s request.

zero-pressure tagging: @precious-little-scoundrel, @steph-speaks, @mads-weasley, @footprintsinthesxnd, and @lostloveletters.

AND @sagesolsticewrites (my long weekend brain is barely functioning here bestie please forgive me)

[footprintsinthesxnd]

Doomsday

So despite what the name of this post says this is actually a little surprise and a thank you to everyone from the discord group and tumblr who supported me recently. It’s inspired by the song ‘Doomsday’ by Lizzy McAlpine and is supposed to be a happy little thank you but the song says differently 😂 I’ve included all the characters that I know my mutuals love and ones people have chosen with the discord group. I just want to say a massive thank you to you all and I love every single one of you so much. So as a thank you please head on down below for your little surprise 🩵

Tags: @georgieluz @iceman-kazansky @mads-weasley @liptonsbabe @historyisfullofwars @sweetxvanixlla @ronsparky @mutantmanifesto @malarkgirlypop @bucky32557038ww2 @panzershrike-pretz @xxluckystrike @whollyjoly @land-sh @onlyyouexisthere @liptonwashere @samwinchesterslostshoe @coco-bean-1218 @next-autopsy @holdingforgeneralhugs @kafka-ohdear @wexhappyxfew @noneedtoamputate @lostloveletters @bloodstainedsaint @currahee @liptonsbabe

[ronsenthal]

are there any hbowar people in the fandom u find iconic? whether it’s for their ideas, fics, gifs, edits, thoughts? jst anything really? u can list multiple btw!

Heey hello there, we are really fortunate as a fandom to have so many talented and friendly people around, I’ll probably forget someone here but I'll list these as they are the ones that I admire and interact the most

@mads-weasley, @softguarnere, @sweetxvanixlla, @ewipandora, @footprintsinthesxnd, @xxluckystrike, @malarkgirlypop, @lostloveletters, @next-autopsy, @ronald-speirs, @georgieluz, @fkmylif3, @mutantmanifesto, @bloodstainedsaint,  @barbeygirl, @basilone, @heystovepipeboys, @whollyjoly, @mercurygray, @lewis-winters, @yeahcurrahhe-e, @blurredcolour, @panzershrike-pretz, @1waveshortofashipwreck, @frstcorinthians, @onlyyouexisthere

you can always check my tags of #mutuals, things i've been #tagged and of course #fic recs to finds some really cool blogs around here

[shoshiwrites]

Hi Shoshi!! 🍄🔪🦴 for the ask game! (And OC ships totally count for the mushroom question🖤) - @lostloveletters

🍄 Share a head canon for one of your favorite ships or pairings

(Thank you for these asks and for the permission <3) so this is @mercurygray's fault and 100% my fault for forgetting to include it in the prompt, but...Bucky is 100% humming this song (perhaps on a future jaunt 👀) and Jo threatens to run them off the road when he starts to add the lyrics.

I also have something way more emo involving a scarf of hers brewing but I'm still figuring it out.

🔪 What's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

I feel like I google at least 5 incredibly specific questions per prompt/piece — recently it's been wartime England things — rationing, different products, foods. I'm sure this isn't the weirdest but I did a lot of research into 1920s boxing history for an AU once, does that count? No I don't remember a thing.

I got on a tangent about vintage brands of shaving cream the other week too, including "what does oakmoss smell like," when someone said Barbasol smells like oakmoss.

🦴 Is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? 

I'm not quite sure if this fits, and usually when I'm writing fic for a particular piece of media, that's the one I'm mainly working with, but I'd say (and I've been terrible about this lately) but poetry really inspires me. Not sure if that counts as a piece of media? But I love the turns of phrase, the art of it.

[Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game!]

[wexhappyxfew]

Hi Shannon! For the prompts “We’re a package deal” with Bessie? - @lostloveletters

hey battie ( @lostloveletters )!!!! thanks so much for the prompt - i absolutely LOVED the idea of this prompt with my girl bessie!! :) let's just say, the ideas started flowing immediately and i loved where this prompt ended up taking me, so please enjoy bessie carlisle and carrie achterberg, the two peas in a pod! enjoy!

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"Oh god, I look horrific," Carrie muttered, shifting in the bed, face slick with sweat, her eyes half-open, "don't let Dougie come in here, I can't deal with that today." Bessie chuckled quietly and leaned back in her chair arms crossed.

"You really didn't miss much, he didn't mind subbing in today on the run," Bessie said with a grin her way, "I swear to ya. And he was a real sweetheart about it, too. Made sure not to be too finicky with your stuff you've set up and such."

"Well, I appreciate you keeping an eye on things," Carrie said with a small smile, "how'd things go?" Bessie shrugged.

"Business as usual," Bessie said quietly, "loss two forts."

"Who?"

"Glassmacher and Thompson." Bessie offered and Carrie nodded.

"Any chutes?" Bessie shook her head.

"Annie chewed Douglass out a bit," Bessie offered and she watched Carrie, cuddled against the pillow, raise a brow, "he started telling some, arguably, pretty bad jokes over comms, she kinda lost it on him, told him he oughta shut his trap if they're going to fly this metal box and back." Carrie smirked from behind the pillow.

"Annie Bradshaw, the woman you are. That's karma for him," she said with a wet laugh that turned into a cough, before she cleared up. Bessie reached over and grabbed the cup of stagnant water that had been persistent at her bedside and offered it to her.

"Thanks, Bes," Carrie murmured, taking down the water and then letting out a disgruntled sigh and falling back onto the bed, "God, I'm the worst patient." Bessie let out a light laugh and leaned forward.

"Just try and get yourself better before the next mission, was missing you today, and even though Dougie and you are carbon copies of each other, there was no replacing you up there," Bessie said, "Annie called him Bergie too many times to count." Carrie chuckled.

"When do you think this shit will go away?" sighed Carrie, staring at the ceiling, "I just have lied here and stared at the roof like a French painting."

"What type of French paintings do you look at?" a new voice chimed in and the duo looked up to find James Douglass there, a smile on his face, a cup of soup in his hands and a small smile on his face, "Probably pretty fucked up ones, huh?" Bessie looked from Douglass' face to Carries and watched as Carrie slowly smiled up at him, her sickness playing a bigger role than their usual bickering and sat up a bit.

"You could say that," she offered. Douglass grinned and then came forward and sat on the edge of the bed and held out the soup.

"Figured you'd want something warm," he said, and then reached into a pocket and pulled out a spoon and napkin, "maybe it'll stay down, too."

"Thanks, Dougie," she said quietly, moving to sit up a bit more, "kept down some crackers and water. Bes tried with some juice…didn't go too well." Douglass glanced towards Bessie, where Bessie offered a sad shrug of the shoulders.

"Well," Douglass said, pulling the top off the soup, "my Ma always made sure to try out soup if anything, even just the broth. Some protein, some liquid that's more than just water. Usually always does the trick."

"Your Ma must be a tough woman," Carrie said quietly and Bessie watched as Carrie gazed at him lazily, "dealing with you and your stubbornness." Douglass grinned.

"When she brought out the fucking soup, I knew she was serious," Douglass said softly with a chuckle. They fell quiet for a minute as Douglass stirred the soup and Carrie watched.

"Alright, c'mon, open up," Douglass said, "no way in hell am I playing the choo-choo train game with you." Carrie admonished and rolled her eyes.

"I'm not 5, Dougie," she murmured, before seeming to give up and sighing, the fact she was feeling less than good, taking over.

"C'mon," Douglass said quietly, raising a brow. Slowly, he brought broth to Carrie's lips and she took it and kept it down - at least half the cup of soup - and then she curled on her side and fell promptly asleep.

Bessie sat there for a while, Douglass there on the edge of the bed, the two of them in silence as some of the nurses bustled around, some of the other patients being taken care of or moved about the place. Bessie watched Douglass reach forward and brush some of the sweat-laden hair from Carrie's cheeks and away from her eyes, before slowly standing to his feet, leaving the soup at her bedside and then shoving his hands in his pockets. He looked to Bessie with a small smile and nodded at her.

"If you need to go and get some food, Bes, I'll stay with her," Douglass said, "I don't mind. You were working overtime up there." Bessie looked up at him quickly, crossing her arms and leaned back against the chair, a wide grin spreading on her face as she watched him.

"It's alright," Bessie said, looking towards Carrie curled up in the bed, "we're a package deal. One of us goes down, the other does what they can. And staying with her is what I can do now, so."

"Two peas in a pod," Douglass said with a grin, before tilting his head and nodding, "seriously, go get yourself something. I'll stay." Bessie smirked.

"She really didn't want you in here," Bessie said, slowly standing to her feet and watching as Douglass' eyes darted towards Carrie before looking back at Bessie, "being sick and all. She's a tough nut to crack so, she just doesn't want people having to worry for her." Douglass let out a soft chuckle.

"She's part of the crew, the 100th, I don't mind bunking out with her here," Douglass said with a soft smile that he only ever used around Carrie and about Carrie," plus….it's Carrie." Bessie tilted her head with a smirk and nodded.

"Alright, Mr. Chivalrous," Bessie said, placing a hand on his shoulder, "do you need me to grab you something? Coffee?"

"Just a coffee would be great, thanks," he said, before looking back at Carrie, "maybe grab a piece of toast with butter. Solid food and all, ya know?" Bessie smiled softly, her heart warming at how attentive he was being about Carrie.

"I'll make sure to butter it up real nice," Bessie said, "if she gets up, let her know where I am." Douglass smiled and gave a two-finger salute.

"Yes, ma'am," he said and she smiled, before giving a lasting look towards Carrie and heading out, a grin on her face.

"Oh James Douglass, the romantic," she whispered with a soft chuckle.

[stfrancisprayer]

Hi Parm! I’m looking at your OC’s intro post again, and I love all the details you included🖤 I was wondering what the patch on her jacket means? It’s super interesting! - @lostloveletters

HELLO BATTIE!!! very glad you asked this question, the patch is not super common knowledge so i'm excited to talk about it.

TL;DR she's a WAC, and the patch is ETOUSA (european theater of operations, united states army) specifically the patch iteration pre-1944.

historical ramblings about the ETOUSA under the cut :)

The origins of the ETOUSA trace back to early 1941, before the US had "officially" entered the war. At this point the US portrays themselves as a neutral power because they want to keep their military operations a secret. To be prepared, they send a small group of military personnel to Britain to observe how the government was using American lend-lease supplies, should there ever be a time that the US will need to do the same on home soil. This small group of personnel were known as SPOBS, or the US Army Special Observer Group. The US joins the war in December 1941, and the SPOBS converts into the US Army Forces in the British Isles, or USAFBI. Their whole mission was to coordinate US forces in the British Isles in conjunction with the British, but the theater is changing so quickly that they end up throwing that plan out the window, and now the USFABI is sort of a sitting duck. (source, source) In June of 1942 the US Department of War decides to take the USFABI and turn it into ETOUSA (European Theater of Operations, United States Army). The brand-new department's job was to administrate, plan, and operate control over US forces in the European Theater. (source) Members of the ETOUSA included Generals (like General Patton!) to lower-ranking officials. Most of their domain was in the Communications Zone of the war rather than the front lines. With such a broad scope of administrative duties, a lot of manpower and womanpower was needed to manage it all-- enter our lovely WACs!! The Women's Army Corporation had a huge part in the ETOUSA as a whole, but many could also be found in their headquarters. (source, source, source) Without revealing too much about her story, my OC (who I don't have a set name for yet, oops) works with administrative duties related to the strategic planning of attacks. Now, the patch. While I was cooking her up this website was a saving grace for me, it's got such good info on WAC uniform guidelines/regulations-- this section features the information on the ETOUSA patch that I referenced.

In her illustration she's sporting the first design of the ETOUSA patch from September 1943. You might notice how there's also a version of the ETOUSA patch with the service forces star atop it. Let me get into that. So now it's February 1944, the US had been making some pretty big strides across Europe (especially France), and now they want to focus on western Europe; so they make sure there's enough forces over there to justify a new command post. This new organization is called the SHAEF, or the Supreme Headquarters Allied Expeditionary Force, whose job was to administrate, plan, and operate control over US forces in the European Theater...which is currently the ETOUSA's job. But we're dealing with western Europe now, so they split the job down the middle; SHAEF takes the commanding part and the ETOUSA settles in France with the administrative and supplying part. Befitting of the new rebrand they modify their patch to the second iteration, the one that includes the service forces star, in February of 1944. The ETOUSA continues with these duties until shortly after Germany surrenders on May 7, 1945, and on July 1, 1945 it is redesignated as the USFET, the United States Forces European Theater. It retains that name until March 15, 1947, when it is redesignated as the EUCOM, Headquarters European Command. The EUCOM would be absorbed into the United States European Command (USEUCOM) on August 1, 1952. The end.

***Obviously I'm not a historian, so if somebody reads this and spots a place where I've gotten info wrong or misunderstood something important let me know and I'll add a footnote asap👍

Thank you for reading!! 💗💗💗💗 My apologies because I know this is very long-winded but I really appreciate the interest Battie <3 You reminded me I need to get on it and write a formal intro post for her tbh... but both the ETOUSA and SHAEF are in this OC's future... i got stuff brewing. let me cook

[1waveshortofashipwreck]

💐 once you receive this lovely bouquet of flowers you have to mention five things you love, publicly, and send it to 10 of your favorite followers if you want. SPREAD POSITIVITY! ⛅️ - @lostloveletters

AAAAAAAA THANK YOU BATTIE!!! You're so sweet 😭❤️

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; recents tag game !

many thanks as always to my partner in federal yapping crimes @blood-mocha-latte !!

last song - wolfman by the front bottoms >:) the guitar bass interlude gets to me

currently watching - shane and ryan dicking around. it speaks to me. and summertime makes me get back into buzzfeed unsolved/watcher/ghoul boys every year

three ships - LOOSIER im IN IT with the pacific now. i am. also is it indulgent to say winters/victoria my own oc/nix. i love them i love threesomes. and while we're on this pacific train sid/sledge is speaking to me and through me which is fun bc normally i dont do childhood best friends stuff but ig when it comes to alabama boys the rules dont apply

fav colors - RED always

currently reading - masters of the air (reading + annotating + marking up like you wouldnt BELIEVE that shit is COLOR CODED, BABY!!) and im three books in to my dear america reread

currently consuming - simpler wines brand peach italian wine cocktail courtesy of one trader joe. sue me it was warm this week.

first ship - i mean. ever? it was either fred/daphne scoobydoo or mary poppins/dick van dyke

place of birth - a warm holler of the appalachian mountains

current location - a less warm bed no longer in the appalachian mountains

relationship status - considering going back to my ex (the bumble app) not because i want him but because my life is good and im content (bored)

last movie - the first omen!! please someone talk to me about it!!!!

currently working on - nebraska fic and baby i just finished the next chapter. now i need to let it marinate.

hmmm i tag @lostloveletters @basilone @ronsenthal @mercyedes and @rosies-riveters !!