#snurgie

[almost-a-class-act]

Top five Burgin moments??

I had to think about this! I was like, what happened in the show and what did I just imagine/read in a fic again? Lol.

I mean. Just the way his voice cracks when he tells the rest of them that AckAck died. That's honestly what gets me in one my one (1) feeling every time.

The goodbye scene. Gosh he just does not know what to say but he feels like he owes it to them. "You're good Marines." He's their sergeant until the last.

When he has just H A D I T with Snafu and Sledge bickering. Y'all figure your shit out. He's not your dad.

Alternatively, when he doesn't say a thing about Snafu razzing the new guys. Y'all figure your shit out. He's not your dad.

Honestly just his lil face LOLing when Jay has his unfortunate pants accident. Pure sunshine. J'adore.

[georgieluz]

Hey Jules! 2, 9, 14, 19, 24, and 28 for the HBO War positivity ask game please ☺️

hi lou!! ofc ofc!! :)

2 - who are some your fav creators/mutuals?

i love all of my mutuals and every creator in the fandom bc everyone is just amazing!! but to list just a few @footprintsinthesxnd, yourself!! (@luckynumber4), @ep6bastogne @lamialamia @thewayisset @lewis-winters @jenkil @mads-weasley @hellofanidea @liptonwashere @malarkgirlypop @panzershrike-pretz @sweetxvanixlla @whollyjoly @samwinchesterslostshoe @next-autopsy @iceman-kazansky @heystovepipeboys @theflyingfin @cody-helix02 and many many more!

special shout out to the cult!! zim zam, my friends, zim zam!!! also i'm so sorry if i forgot to tag anyone!!

9 - a ship that you can't get enough of?

bradnate, andyeddie, snurgie, ronnix, lipluz, webgott, and no matter how much winnix i consume it never gets old so them too!

14 - your fav underrated character?

ooh this is always hard bc everyone classifies underrated as a different thing.. are burgie and harry underrated? if so, them! chuck grant, tab (this man is so loved he's can't be underrated but i couldn't not mention mr lover lover himself), alton more??? one of the most interesting easy co men for sure!! wish we had more of him (lol)

19 - what's your fav universally-accepted/fanon headcanon about a character?

ooh either all the nix childhood fanon or the andyeddie ghosts/afterlife/grief fanon.. yeah.. that hits the spot

24 - what wip from another creator are you most excited about?

all of @ep6bastogne's wips (yes i read all your tags about them in utter anticipation), @luckynumber4's burgie wip! anything @footprintsinthesxnd writes! same with @lewis-winters ALL of your wips sound so so sooooo up my street/my thing!! there are so many more but despite my plans to spend the day at home i actually have to leave the comfort of my bed and brave the cold outside, and i'm late already so i'm gonna have to stop listing, but it's very likely that i'm excited for almost every single wip any of you guys have!

28 - what's something that lives in your brain rent free and you want everyone to know about the show/the fandom/your works?

outside of hbowar??? oooh i have LOADS of things!! the thick of it!! it has such clever funny writing, the best dialogue and political satire ever, because it's just so true to life and accurate for uk politics. peter capaldi is fucking amazing in it! and you'll see a lot of uk actors that are famous for other things here. but yeah, it's just hilarious and witty and clever. love it. go watch it. ummm other than that, the korean band onewe!! please go listen to them, they are ridiculously talented and have the kindest most lovely and accepting fandom in the world. in fact, the hbo war fandom and onewe fandom are the only two fandoms i've ever felt happy and comfortable in. onewe write beautiful songs with the most gorgeous lyrics (they have a space series which is one of my all-time favourites). ALSO pride (2014) as a movie recommendation! this film is my comfort film but it tears me apart as well. some people watch it for the queerness and come away learning about welsh history too.. for others, it's the opposite. but as a welsh gay man for me both those elements are so important to who i am and my own identity, that this film is just feels so incredibly special to me. especially the character gethin who i really feel i can relate to a lot due to our circumstances. tim roth is someone who i always wanna shout about and who lives rent free in my head too. love that man so much. also the band the libertines!! because them and the strokes were my entire teenage years and i pretty much grew up with their music as my 'soundtrack'. ok i think that's enough, even though i definitely have way more to shout about. sorry i rambled!

for this ask game!

[gettingthatyellowjaundice]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Pacific (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: R. V. Burgin/Merriell "Snafu" Shelton, Merriell "Snafu" Shelton/Eugene Sledge Characters: R. V. Burgin, Merriell "Snafu" Shelton, Eugene Sledge Additional Tags: Angst Summary:

Shelton is somewhere out there. He’s alone. And so is Burgie. There’s a solution to the equation.

[lilliputianmerriell]

All I want for Christmas are some goddamn Snurgie fanfics

[xmxisxforxmaybe]

Burfu Shelton and Snurgie Burgin are sitting in a tree... tra-la-la-laaa...

K-I-S-S-I-N-G

[neverendingstories00]

Snafu: I just have one question for you, Burgie

Burgie: What is it, Snafu?

Snafu: What color is an orange?

Burgie: Snafu, you bonehead! It’s colour is the same as its name, just like a lemon!

[almost-a-class-act]

Fellow Snurgie shipper???

Pal, if there's one thing I have learned about the Pacific, it's that these ships will just keep coming and coming and coming for me. Every time I rewatch I'm like, oh. OH. What if those two fucked?

There are nine fics on AO3 and one of them is mine, lol. How do we get more people into this ship? #1, they look fucking great together. Martin McCann fucked us up by having those eyes. We can't be held responsible. And obviously Rami is an all-time smokeshow. #2 Burgie is just like. So unbothered by Snafu being a fucking weirdo, lmao. He's so steady despite everything and I think that's huge for Snafu. And on the flip side, Snafu knew Burgie before he was trying to hold it together for everyone else. They came here to do a job and watch each other's backs and that's what they're gonna do.

[georgieluz]

I have another one lol. So I am an avid lover of sledgefu (no shit, Mary lmao) but… what about snurgie?? Is there a scene you think about when Snafu and Burgie come to mind?

okay, don't hate me, i know this is an unpopular opinion, but i actually like snurgie more than sledgefu (don't get me wrong, i really enjoy sledgefu's bond and it's a really important part of the show, and their characters, and i love how they were written together), but for me. i love how snurgie are textbook ride or die, how they're all subtle guard dog-esque protecting each other and fully accepting of each other flaws and all. they're definitely the pair that get up to silly mischievous hijinks together but get away with it bc burgie is a well liked "Good Boy" who has access to half an extra braincell occasionally. idk. i just dig their vibes a lot and actually, i really should be going a lot more feral over them than i have so far. so yeah. snurgie all the way... snurgie best friends? love it! snurgie boyfriends? love it! snurgie platonic soulmates? love it!

back to the actual question though!

the first scene i thought of is actually the first scene they're both in when snafu fucks with the newbies, bc it just firmly established burgie's complete comfort and even amusement and enjoyment of snafu's antics for me. and i think that's the most appealing thing about them. but then i also immediately remembered the "out of the sticks in 46" scene too.

but honestly, there's also a lot of little quiet background moments in other scenes that i was reminded of too?? like they have a lot of silent communication in tiny looks that only last a second or two where you can kind of see them making decisions with each other sometimes, and they just have this strong feeling of "whatever you do, i'll back you" during those moments.

anyway, you've heard it here first folks,

i am a snurgie enthusiast

for this ask game!

[gettingthatyellowjaundice]

“I worry about you boys,” Burgie says, voice heavy like he’s holding smoke beneath his tongue. “Always.”

It’s late at night, so many stars in this strange Chinese sky that Snafu can’t hardly see - not the too-bright blue of Burgie’s eyes, his sweat-slick throat or sunburned shoulders. He ain’t pale, not like Hammer; no long-fingered hands of too many fine, slender bones, bones that could break easy as flower stems - not Burgie. He never knew such softness.

“Whaddya worry about us for?” Snafu asks him lazily, talking round cotton balls ‘cause it’s late at night and he’s tired, so damn tired. He’s been tired ever since the war’s end. 

The light changes, the moon shifting on her axis, and he can see Burgie’s eyes now - that damn electric blue, the color of lightning - and he’s close, close enough Snafu can smell the heat of the day still lingering in the pores of his skin, smoke and dirt and little Chinese girls who go squeak in the night. He wants to raise his finger and trace it along the fine, sinewed muscles of his arms. He wants to feel his blood pumping beneath his fingertips. Tell me that you love me, huh, he wants to whisper, voice low and only for Burgie to hear, no one else in all the world because no one else need hear this save Burgie and he. Tell me you love me, Burgie, only me.

“Hell, I don't know.” Burgie smiles at him, lopsided and a little wrenched at the corners. “Just seems to me like the war took a toll on all of us in one way or another. Can’t rightfully leave you alone with that kind of an echo. Besides, somebody’s got to worry about you, don’t they?”

“Sure they do.” Snafu grabs loosely at Burgie’s wrist because it’s lying there beside him and it's something rough and tangible, something that's been stained with the same red-black blood as his own. He grins dopily at him, means every word he says: “You’re a good man, Burgie.” 

Burgie laughs, his breath smelling of rice wine, doesn’t move his wrist away. And Snafu feels loose and young for the first time in a long time, feels something other than that strange, blank grief that’s followed him since Victory Day, since he tipped his head back and looked at the stars, surely the same stars he knew back home, and asked what do we do now without an answer, because maybe there wasn’t an answer, maybe there was never supposed to be a return home. God fucked up royal.

“Not only me,” Burgie says softly, tripping over the words, his eyes seeming to blur at the edges. “You’re a good man too, Shelton. Better than you’ll ever know.”

“Mm. Say what you want, don’t make it true.”

Snagu runs his thumb over the knotted scar on Burgie’s palm. He remembers that day. The smoking debris of a shell, burning in Burgie’s skin, not enough time for a bandage, then later: pink, damaged flesh that would never heal the same again. Burgie had displayed it to him proudly, cheeks pink with sunburn on Pavuvu, and said: it’s my own personal medal of honor. If I get through this damn war, I’ll show it to every man I meet.

Ain’t nobody gettin’ through this war, Snafu had answered, because he’d been empty then, ready to die, to leave behind war and all the hollow-eyed men who’d once been baby boots, faces still fresh from when their mamas had washed them last. 

“Y’remember what I said?” He asks Burgie quietly. Burgie’s eyes are half-shut and fixed on some vague point on the horizon; maybe west, maybe America, wherever home is for him. “When you showed me your scar that day on Pavuvu?”

“Sure I do.” He smiles at Snafu without looking at him. “I knew you were wrong, y’know, even when you said it. We weren’t never gonna die, not one of us. Always knew we were gonna make it home.”

“Only ‘cause of you. Hadn’t been for you, I would’ve been rotting somewhere in the Pacific right now with six bullet holes where my heart used to be.”

“A good thing you ain’t,” Burgie murmurs. “Would’ve broken my heart, Snafu.”

There’s something naked and honest in his voice when he says that, like a child confessing to something done wrong. Snafu’s only heard it once before, a long time ago on Gloucester when he’d said to Burgie on some black, rain-drenched night: You’re gonna save the world someday, Burg. Gonna save every single last one of us. He’d reached up and touched his hair, a colorless blob in the dark, except he’d known, he’d known it was copper in the daylight. Me too, even. We’re all gonna be alright because of you, gonna go on. And Burgie had laughed, the sound low and close to his ear, and he’d smelled like sweat and mud, like war, and whispered back: I don’t care about the world, Snaf. I just want to save you.

Snafu closes his eyes and wishes for the bravery of that night to tell Burgie that loves him. Wishes that Burgie loved him back. Wishes a thousand, a hundred thousand things and none of them make any sense because he isn’t even meant to be alive in this moment, Burgie’s warm skin against his own, drunk on rice wine and life, on the knowledge that he’s twenty-two years old and can do whatever he wants with the time that’s been given to him by accident.

“You’re a good man, Burgie,” He mumbles one more time, sick with regret for things that haven’t happened yet, for the things he’ll never say but should have said. “Don’t you forget that, you hear?”