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Joseph liebgott from:- band of brothers
Watercolors on paper
band of brothers episode 03 "carentan" ivan the terrible and his son ivan (ilya repin, c. 1885)
maybe sid not only doesn't want to talk about his experiences during the war (or better said, can't) to eugene because of the overwhelming intensity of his feelings but also because. when they meet again in pavuvu, eugene's still good and pure in his eyes. he's the last reflection of childhood he'll ever have and maybe he doesn't wanna ruin that. he knows eugene eats baby food his parents sent him and is compassionate towards animals and reads poetry and is polite and sweet and maybe, sid looks at himself and sometimes doesn't recognize the guy staring back at him. and he just can't watch eugene go through that! he can't really talk about what happened or explain himself to eugene so he just leaves and hopes one day eugene understands just why he felt like he had to. idk im rambling
i am not immune to a brunette with sad eyes
sometimes talented people are monsters. it does no good whatsoever to smugly crow about how you never liked their work anyway after the 'monster' part comes out.
i guess one day we really ought to let her know we all love you, shifty disco girl
I'VE BEEN MISSING FROM HBO WAR TUMBLR FOR SO LONG THAT WARMOMMY IS GONE??? MY 13TH REASON FOR REAL
DOES ANYBODY HAVE AN ARCHIVE OF USER WARMOMMY ‘S FICS??? EVERYTIME I LOOK AT A MASTERLIST SOMEONE HAS PUT TOGATHER THEIR FICS ARE ON IT WITH THE BEST TITLES AND THEY WONT LOAD😭😭😭
Maybe there was a kind and loving God. Maybe. Hugo couldn’t exactly make that case for the world that he lived in or even the situation in which he currently found himself, except that, at the very least, he found himself in it with the only Basterd who was capable of keeping their fucking mouth shut.
Like himself, Millie didn’t talk very much, and, even though he knew next to nothing about her, as a result, he still liked her the most. The only thing she did now that was bothering him, as they remained hidden in a very tight space above a stairwell in an abandoned building, was slap his hand whenever he tried to light a cigarette.
She was right to do this, though, because, if they were caught before they had the chance to escape under the cover of darkness, they could kiss their asses goodbye.
Nicotine being the only vice he had in the entire world, this presented a challenge. He had them, but could not smoke. It wasn’t worth risking his life or hers, but he was growing increasingly unnerved at a staggering rate, and he needed something to occupy his mind.
He sighed quietly and turned his attention over to Millie, who paid him no mind at all. She alternated between watching the door and one of the grime-covered windows.
Things were so cramped that the only possible way to sit in anything remotely reminiscent of comfortable was for her to lean back against him, one of her legs spread across his lap. It was too practical to complain about, but she moved around every few minutes, and he wanted badly to bitch about that.
Finally, he grabbed hold of her midsection just enough to hurt and held her still, hoping that could make his point. Without hesitation, her elbow came back and cracked his jaw.
Oh. This was not good. No, not that. Hugo tried to move away, but, assuming it was a counterattack, Millie hit him again. It would only take seconds for her to realise–and there, she did. She turned to him with a look of exasperation and disbelief, gesturing with her hands to underscore.
Hugo frowned.
She was the one who hit him, and it wasn’t his fault that they had to be so close to each other. It was just a physical reaction and not within his control, why should he be ashamed? Why should she get to feel disgust for him for something he couldn’t even help?
Although…he really wouldn’t mind another knock in the face.
How to ask?
How did one ask for such a thing? There was no possible way he could just start attacking her so that she would fight back and knock him around, she’d think he was trying to force himself on her. That wouldn’t do, and he would hate himself for giving her that impression.
She had already turned away, appalled with him, but–oh, okay, that he liked. The deep expansion of his lungs and how hard he was getting matched the thoughts that raced through his mind.
Fuck yes, he thought, be disgusted. Hate me. Find me appalling. Hit me again.
He couldn’t let her think she was in any way in danger, well, other than being in hiding, but this was past simply ignoring the problem away, and now he wanted her so badly, it literally hurt. Hugo tapped on her shoulder to get her attention.
Millie held a finger up to her lips, indicating for him to stay quiet, and turned away again. With an annoyed, silent grunt, Hugo tapped her shoulder again. She narrowed her eyes at him.
Hugo reached for her hand, pulled it into a fist, and kissed her knuckles. Knowing he had her attention, he mimed the rest, pulling her fist back and smacking himself with it. Millie rolled her eyes at him, so he did it again. Then she pulled her hand back and slapped him so hard, his hands automatically went to his zipper.
Now her jaw dropped and she punched him again, and Hugo held his hands up, pressed together, in a silent plea.
He tried to communicate with his eyes, but that was hard to do, when he didn’t even know how to communicate with words.
Even by himself, this would likely rank as the best sex he’d ever had, and, although he was aware of how inappropriate and unacceptable it was, that just made it worse. The thought of being unacceptable to Millie was making him throb.
After several long seconds had passed, Millie just looked at him with her lip curled, shaking her head, and made another motion for him to be quiet. She hit him again, then, and, with that tacit approval, Hugo pulled himself out with a relieved sigh and wrapped his hand around his cock.
God, if looks could kill. Words would be better, hearing her voice, hearing her tell him that he was abhorrent, despicable, all those things…
She put him through the paces for a while, even choking him a bit at some points. He loved every second, every nerve she lit in his body, and, maybe he wouldn’t ever be able to look her in the eye again, but it was worth it. He kept silent, knowing that if he didn’t, she would probably quit altogether.
She did anyway, though. She was sitting on his knees and grew still suddenly, just staring him right in the eye, still not ever looking down. Without warning, Millie leaned into him and kissed him so hard their teeth clacked together. Her grip on him was tight, and he returned it with such fucking fervor, he wasn’t sure if this was killing him or not.
He would die a happy man, though, if it were. Even if it was almost overwhelmingly intoxicating to feel like she was repulsed by him, feeling that she even maybe wanted him, too, was almost overstimulating. He tried begging her to hate and want him at the same time. He tried with his eyes, with his hands, with the movements of his body. It quickly shifted, though, to a simple silent plea to want him. Him, Hugo Stiglitz, the undesirable, the monster, the wretch.
Millie grabbed his hands and placed them on her belt. His fingers worked numbly to pry it open, to unbutton buttons and unzip zippers.
Millie was holding him, although she may not have seen it that way, when he guided himself inside her body. He bit into his own fist and used the other to squeeze her thigh so hard that it would bruise.
She rolled her hips like it was nothing. Hugo held her steady, but that was it. He wasn’t fucking her, it was the other way around, and he was breathless, mad for it.
Millie was bouncing in his lap, breathing just a bit too hard, gasping quietly. She mouthed his name, his surname, a few times, but made no other sounds.
The enchantment of the look of pleasure on her face was more than enough for him. He circled her nipples lightly with his fingertips and traced down a body that was just as skin hungry, just as touch starved as his own.
She bit him when she came, bit him on the shoulder, and he lost it.
Colors flashed before his eyes, he was cumming so hard, and he could only barely regret not having the forethought to pull out first.Somewhere in the more primal part of his brain, he loved doing it, loved marking her as his own.
After action 😪
James Ransone BTS of Generation Kill
"my question is whether indifference is the same as enjoyment." — jesus man what a finale. ends with one of the best needle drops I've ever seen on tv. an episode that makes you feel hollow from beginning to end honestly
nate/brad — close to you
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generation kill bootcamp: wow! what a workout! man these marines are inspiring!
band of brothers bootcamp: they had never been so miserable in their little actor lives
me: i hate war, war is SO BAD, no more war only peace fuck you
me when i see a movie/tv show about war: ooo nice
thinking about how both band of brothers and generation kill end with the soldiers playing a sport together and how entirely different those two scenes are.
in bob the baseball game is meant to symbolize the unity that has come to pass between the men — they all have gone through something so specific together, a bond is created — and it's all about their war ending. the scene is nicely lit, it's the focus of those few minutes, the men are joking around and being at ease with each other (they're enjoying themselves), the officers watch on delighted and even hopeful. it's the middle of the day and the sun is shining. the descriptions of the soldiers' lives after the war do not leave room for despair (if one of them had hard times afterwards and separated himself from this idea of 'brotherhood,' it's mentioned very briefly and given no consequence). the officers announce the war is over and the joy goes on. it's, by all possible means, a happy ending.
in generation kill, it's not like that at all. there's uncontrollable rage in the football game. officers and enlisted soldiers alike playing against each other, both of their attitudes violent. it's a display of pure aggressive masculinity with muscles, multiple insults thrown around, unhinged bravado, and a lot of anger. the sun is setting. there's two moments where a genuine fight breaks out: one between officers and another between fellow soldiers; there's no sense of unity, of 'brotherhood' — these are men who are angry at the world, themselves, the people they're fighting against, the war, and even their teammates. the scene is also cut and mixed with the moment wright leaves, watching wounded men be taken out along with him. it ends with rudy and ray's fight: it's an effort to gather all of that learned & lived violence and take it out on someone else — ray calls rudy something along the lines of 'ptsd psycho' when he's clearly the one breaking down, leaving the game. overall, it's a rabid scene, and it ends in pure despair.
in band of brothers the last words spoken in the baseball scene (and the whole show if you don't count interviews/internal dialogue) are "war is over." according to the scene, the war is over so they should get to celebrate, live in the sunny day and be able to find company in each other. in gen kill, their war is also over but their game doesn't feel like a celebration, nor it shouldn't. after ray's outburst someone says, "maybe we shouldn't play a football game," while some are enjoying the fight. ray leaves the scene almost crying after taunting rudy for his lack of masculinity throughout the whole thing. it's not a comfort at all.
both shows are fundamentally different, yes. but I think these scenes, which are both near the very end of their respective show, demonstrate exactly the message/themes of each production and you can make these comparisons precisely because of how dissimilar they are. it's a stark contrast, and the scenes convey the shows' spirit extremely well.