It’s hepatitis and you don’t have it.

29, f. She/her. Band of Brothers & The Pacific

[that50shousehusband]

Gene Reads: I Don’t Think Enough Before I Say Too Much

**I will try to avoid spoilers, but I may need to get specific at times**

I Don’t Think Enough Before I Say Too Much

I Don’t Think Enough Before I Say Too Much is a work of fanfiction written by @cantdwellonanyofit and co-authored and edited by @stolperzunge. It is based on the series The Pacific and takes place after the end of the series. It follows Eugene Sledge as he travels to New Orleans in hopes of reconnecting with Merriell Shelton. While he’s there, he begings trying to manage his relationship with Merriell, overcome his battles with PTSD, and allow himself to live freely. Eventually, he decides to return home with Merriell, to see how his friends and family will react to the prospect of him being with a man.

This work was published on Archive of Our Own (AO3) and has come to an end with a total of 10 chapters and a word count coming in at just over 54,000.

The fic can be read here. The author released a playlist related to the fic that can be listened to here.

Things to Note

This work is rated “Explicit”

There are sexual scenes and a handful of sexual jokes

Depiction of homophobia

A few uses of ethnic and homophobic slurs

Depiction of struggles with mental health and PTSD

Heavy topic of religion and religious trauma

My Thoughts

Wow. This fic is well written and very well crafted. The authors do a tremendous job of writing the characters true to the series and an outstanding job with the original character. The language used is so beautiful to read and helps get the reader into the story. This fic hit really close to home, and I think the author was sophisticated in her method of handling the topics of trauma and PTSD. Brilliant and very well done !

[stolperzunge]

This is a very lovely review! Thank you so much for that and your interest in the fic! <3

I agree with all of the above and want to thank the amazingly talented and unbelievably generous @cantdwellonanyofit once more for this beautiful fic! It truly is such a nice post-war piece! Like the review says, the fic deals with some darker themes which make the story really realistic in my opinion but it also features very sweet moments between Gene and Snafu and you just love to read about their growing relationship. It reads so heartfelt! I also have to agree that the characters feel very true to canon! It feels like you’re inside Gene’s head when reading the story, experiencing all of his inner turmoil. Snafu is as complex as he is in the show and as Eugene gets to know him on a whole different level, so does the reader. He’s also super funny in the way @cantdwellonanyofit writes him ^^

So yeah please check out this fic by my amazing friend, it’s a delightful read!! (I’m listed as the co-author because my dear friend is way too nice <3 but my input was minimal ^^ It was her beautiful brain that came up with this story 🥰 but I loved the VIP status of reading the chapters beforehand <33)

[jackharkness]

@wexhappyxfew​ requested: Ronald Speirs + old sunny forest

[basilone]

[freebooter4ever]

Sledgefu Alligator AU! - fic on ao3

“They always start Sunday with a walk in central park. It’s a bit of a trek getting all the way over there (not to mention the trouble of hiding Wally in a bag on the subway), but Snafu loves the crowds and Eugene loves the freedom. They hold hands (Snafu holds Wally’s leash), they eat disgusting pretzels, they sit in the grass, they stop to talk with various onlookers who approach with curiosity about the gator. These walks are easily the least stressful and most pleasant times Eugene spends in the city.”

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[shanehollnder]

[tyskerunge]

What I want to know is: who do you depend on?

[tyskerunge]

Matthew Leitch and Peter Youngblood Hills in AKA - Lies Are Like Wishes (2002)

[hbowardaily]

Rami Malek as Merriell “Snafu” Shelton in THE PACIFIC (2010) | 1x09 Okinawa

[romesfall-deactivated20210223]

A n d   w h o   c o u l d   b l a m e   h i m ?                      - Donald Malarkey, “Easy Company Soldier”

[schwarmerei-deactivated20190128]

[kanhatomame]

Modern times au sledgefu daylight dating🍃

[dawn0fsanity]

RAMI MALEK + 4 Photoshoots • Troix Magazine (2011)

[georgeluz]

“The only hope you have is to accept the fact that you’re already dead, and the sooner you accept that, the sooner you’ll be able to function as a soldier’s supposed to function. Without mercy, without compassion, without remorse. All war depends on it.”

Joe Toye // George Luz // Carwood Lipton // Ronald Speirs

2/?. Part 1.

[cajunroe]

make me choose: ↳ anonymous asked: baberoe or gene/renee

[s-k-y-w-a-l-k-e-r]

[whatahelluvawaytodie-deactivate]

None of us would be the same after what we had endured. In some degree that is true, of course, of all human experience, but something in me died at Peleliu.

[lewis-winters]

Magical realism AU.

heed the tags. this got rough.

the war setting is perfect for magical realism (considering how magical realism as a literary genre was created, partially, as a response to like... the hardships and violence caused by political strife and imperialism in latin america). things happen, and the weird part isn't that they happen. the weird part is that nobody cares.

or, more precisely, everybody is too exhausted to care.

some green replacements go missing. everybody shrugs, and the reasons are endless; got picked off by krauts during patrols. got killed in mortar rain. got taken and fed to their latest parasitic lieutenant to add to his layers of fat, of carelessness, to keep him warm, while his soldiers shiver in the snow, starving and half dead. a eucharist only those most devoted must consume. take this body, this boy who begged for his life, for god gave you this meat to sustain you. eat. eat. take this drink, the blood of a virgin, too young to shave, too young to drink. mix it into your coffee. feed. feed. keep warm.

nobody says anything.

deep in the bastogne woods there is a tree, and in its twisted roots there lays a child. bundled up in warm, cozy sheets of army green, crisp and pretty like fresh fruit on a summer day. nix touches it, and its skin is cold as ice. yet it breathes. he tries to take it, but the tree holds it tight. that night, he dreams of the baby he'd left behind. hears the squeaky voice mutter; daddy. daddy. before it warps and stretches into a singular howl that thrusts him into wakefulness, here in his foxhole. grave. surrounded by dirt with the blue grey sky hanging, overwhelming and mocking, overhead.

he returns to the tree and finds the blankets, but not the baby. he takes those and drapes them over dick's shivering shoulders.

neither of them say anything.

renee whispers in eugene's ear: three pieces of chocolat. three wishes. use them wisely. use them sparingly. but never use them selfishly. one, two, he uses on dying men. they live. three, he swallows for himself. forget, he says. forget. forget. forget. forget so i can work. forget so i can be better. faster. save more. he wakes to mortar rain and a large blank, as white and empty as the snow on no man's land that stretches before them. mortar rain falls. babe shakes him awake. when he returns to the church, it is gone, and an ash-stained hand lays, crushed under the stones, outstretched and placating, forgiving in its stillness. he has forgotten, and the remembering has hurt him all the more.

eugene tries to vomit, but its settled into the lining of his stomach like led. he bandages babe's hand. says his name. but other than that, he says nothing.

web lays in his hospital bed. the boys in the bed next to his keep changing. but are all the same. they scream into the night, but come morning they are silent. then they are nothing. the numbness in his one leg then claims two. he sleeps, and when he's back to wakefulness, the numb has overtaken his belly button and lays in wait, now. the next night, he hears commotion-- sneaks out and witnesses a girl, a nurse, who has done nothing but help, being torn apart by men with shadows in their eyes, consuming their lives. the numb crawls further. he enters the replacement depot, sees boys, young as he once was, wide eyed and shaking. fear has a smell. david can taste it. the numb crawls to his chest. takes one arm. johnny tells him about hoobler, the numb takes the other. jackson dies. the numb crawls up his collar. he attempts to take it back, the ability to feel, to connect on that primal level, to feel less alone. but all attempts plunge him deeper and deeper into the dark. those german soldiers shot in the head. landsberg. the baker. it advances.

so, he lets it.

by the time he's blinking in the austrian sun, the numb has engulfed him, and he sinks into it like a stone in water. he says; "any one would run." then, he says nothing more.

there is a flower that never dies and it lives in ron's pocket. small. delicate. over the course of the war, it has bloomed. but at his expense. the roots have settled now. settled into his hip, burrowed into his skin. wrapped and twined around his veins until they are sustained by his blood instead of its green, fresh chlorophyll. until its white petals have turned pink and now, deep deep red. pulsing with a heartbeat that is timed to his own. thump, thump, thump.

he watches the baseball game and it bleeds, sending rivulets of crimson down his leg. everybody sees.

nobody says anything.

[idontkniwanythgin]

Am I done ?? Probably not. PART 3

[gottapenny]

harry’s one really made me laugh