with all my heart

n a v i g a t i o n

[wxrriiors]

but imagine, really imagine your OTP….

leaning their foreheads together, completely out of breath after a long kiss

waking up together after their first time

falling asleep on the couch

staring at each other from across the room like the lovestruck idiots they are

meeting again after being separated for a year

being incredibly, incredibly, absolutely, blissfully happy

having a mental breakdown after watching the other die

[frontsoldaten1939-blog]

[barbcr]

@flawedlouise @beenpole @fcindbild @ilovemedia18 @twice-the-fury @zombiekind @icantalwaysloveyou @thlsiswar @gemfyre @spoopysteves @patricianotaburger @captxnnix

MOVIE NIGHT TIME.

http://www.livestream.com/_dweebgott

[doc-eugene-blog]

AKA BAND OF BROTHERS TIME. Anyone is free to join!

[heffronbullshit]

{ @carryabarricade, @ssgtwildbillguarnere, @ilmari-nen, @satiresoldier, @shotintheass, @malarkeydonald, @doc-eugene }

You know that oddly specific draw the squad photo that nobody EVER asked for? Well, here ya go!

[eloiseclarke]

To Louisiana from D.C.

[eloiseclarke]

It had taken her several hours to find the place once she had entered Louisiana, several stops mainly due to her getting lost for she was always terrible at driving on back roads, their conditions always bringing back memories of the war that she tried her best to rid herself of. Why she was going and meeting Gene, it was nothing but one big memory of it all? There was something deep inside of her that needed to get out, a need and craving as well. These deep and dark secrets had not made their way onto a page in her journal nor in a letter to the man himself. These were feelings that had grown out of something dirty and filthy, cold and ugly. Gene had kept her feeling warm on many nights with just his letters as company and she had to see him after all this time, had to do something. What this was had not exactly been worked out just yet, but as she drove up the driveway where she had been directed, she saw a figure far up ahead climbing up on a ladder.

Nothing looked as it should have, at least when it came to her inner mind’s eye. The man appeared well-fed, tanned, muscular, taller even. He looked like a man who had not seen any war nor violence. She could not even see his face, so how could she know for sure?

Furrowing her brow as she gripped the wheel and slit her eyes to attempt a better glance, she recognized the name on the mailbox to her left that she slowly passed. It had his last name, it had to have been.

Swallowing, she wished she had water, the heat was something she had not expected just as she hadn’t expected a dog or a tan man. She hated dogs, well not really, just was afraid after what she had seen due to the Nazi guards she had watched in films America showed during the aftermath of the war that was now being called a Great World War, though what was so great about it she had yet to see.

Crawling her car to a stop she kept her eyes slit and her breast firmly pressed forward on the large wheel that made her feel small. This had to have been him, but he wasn’t paying any attention, especially considering the dog was barking with all their might. A few seconds passed as she grew the gumption to open the car door, maybe honk the horn. With a slow hand, she opened the door, or at least tried a few times before hitting her left shoulder against it a few times given how the heat had caused it to get stuck.

As she opened the door, took a step out, she could already feel the heat and sun swallowing her pale leg. Eloise ran a hand over her hair in one swift motion, pushing it back and suddenly she felt a dog jump on her and she yelped, falling into the car and causing the door to slam shut.

“Shit!” She said as she tried to open the door with her hands, the silver hot and burning her palm. Sweat beaded on the back of her neck, down her breast, and even peppered her forehead. The heat was smothering, but it was the embarrassment she now felt that caused the dampness.

Grunting and biting her lower lip, she tried her best to open the door, but the dog was barking, jumping in an excited motion, tail wagging, and pawing up her floral dress.

“Shit…no…stop it!” Eloise tried to speak to both the car and the dog at the same time, but it wasn’t working.

“A little help!?” Elle looked at the man above the ladder, screaming out. This was not how shre imagined seeing Eugene Roe after all this time.

[doc-eugene-blog]

He didn’t mind the incessant barking ; the hammer striking the roof with each swing of his arm were enough to drown her out from even being noticed. It was only after two shingles had been laid, & he stopped and reached for another, that he noticed that the barks were not one of alerting him that a critter is near, but of something else instead. & he pushes himself upright, head turning towards the source of the commotion, & that’s when he sees that he has an UNEXPECTED visitor parked out in front of his house, screaming for help.

“Melba!”

Brow furrows in confusion on WHO it could be. After all, it was his day off and he didn’t expect to see anyone for at least another day and a half. Even more perplexing was the fact that the guest in question seemed to be of the opposite sex, & Gene was CERTAIN that he didn’t have a date-----not tonight anyway. Perhaps she was a secretary from a nearby construction site, trying to get him to sign a contract before the week began?

“Melba!” Another shout to his dog is given, but he can tell from here that she’s relentless in making sure their new guest is being properly welcomed. A smile spread across his lips as he made his way down the ladder quickly, not wanting to WASTE any time in breaking up the apparent assault. & as he wiped dirtied hands against the fabric of his trousers, he’s careful to run them through raven locks before making his way over to the girl in a hurried pace.

“Melba, leave ‘dat girl alone,” he announced, voice stern as he runs across his side lawn. But blue hues are focused on the dog instead of the girl. “I said, get away!”

A hand extended, reaching for the scruff of the dog’s neck & he pulled her back, trying with all his might to get her to leave the poor woman alone. One step, two steps------three & blue hues FINALLY lift to meet with those of the victim, to somehow offer her some sort of apology for the actions of his pup. But when gaze focused on her features ( features that were familiar to the Cajun ) & he realized WHO this woman was, no words would come out.

Brow only furrowed, the crease between his eyes becoming more evident with each second that passed. He was trying to process exactly what was happening, how she had found him, if this was REAL or not. All too often, his mind had plaid tricks on him, made him think things were happening when they weren’t. But Melba’s barking & pulling at his hand made him realize, she was really here & standing only feet from him.

“Eloise?”

[hcathledger-deactivated20260210]

Eugene, get yourself into town. Get a hot meal.

[barbcr]

If I did a livestream of Band of Brothers this weekend, who would come? 

This is me inviting everyone in the fandom, not just the RP gang. I kinda want to get to know more people in the hbo war group & figured this is a good way for us all to meet one another, socialize, flail like idiots over whatever. 

So PLEASE like this mutha if you’d consider it.

[truckstophottie]

Soulmate AU where everybody is born with a simple tattoo on their wrist. A circle, a straight line, a dot, etc. When you start interacting with your soulmate it starts getting more complex. Your first kiss, leaves grow. Your first time, flowers sprout up. Get married, swirls fill your arm

[sebastian-m0ran-deactivated2018]

Sebastian looked at the cards and sighed and put down his own cards a four of a kind. He pushed his bet of a quarter of his cigarettes toward the doc and leaned back as more cards were dealt, his eyes fixed on the Doc to try to figure out how to win against him.

The few times he has seen the Doc he was with the other medics or a few of the other soldiers. Sebastian himself hung out with the members of Easy company often enough and was working on being transferred. He’d known them for two weeks and already trusted them more than his own company, who would most likely get him killed. He was the best long-shot in the army and would do anything to keep the guy next to him alive. Unlike the people in his company where it seemed to be every man for himself.

“Well, it seemed to help quite a bit. Sebastian Moran, I’m with the Romeo Company but I should be transferring to you guys soon.” He said and looked at his cards in the next deal then at the Doc.

[doc-eugene-blog]

The corners of his lips pulled upward, offering a small smile that was barely noticeable to anyone that wasn’t paying attention. & his tongue moved out of his mouth, wetting his lower lip as hands reach forward to pull is PRIZE towards him. Eyes flickered upwards quickly, meeting with those of the others momentarily before dropping back to the acquired loot once more. 

He was almost methodical in the way he began to sort the cigarettes, by size & amount of damage. Ever since becoming a medic, he’d been that way, & could often be found doing the same to his medic’s bag-----sorting & resorting the contents multiple times a day. But now, fingers dove into his pocket, pulling out his nearly empty pack & slipping each newly collected cigarette into it one by one. 

“Eugene Roe,” he said, his accent thick as hues of blue move up to meet with the other’s. “Second Platoon, Easy Company. When’s your transfer goin’ through?”

[doc-eugene-blog]

❝ the DOCTOR bears the burden of seeing all the weakness of mankind. ❞

[dvnedain]

The Last Patrol: first and last scene

[eloiseclarke]

To Louisiana from D.C.

@doc-eugene

Ten, ten times was how many she had counted when it came to making sure that everything was put away, prepared, and prepped for a drive that was going to take her quite a while . But, that trip, that one solid trip she had promised so many years ago was finally coming to fruition and instead of excitement she felt nothing but nerves.

Her hands were shaking, as were her arms that had goosebumps rise across her skin every so often. She was sick to her stomach, she was sick with something that could be explained away by nothing other than lust, maybe even love, but she could not say that in such a manner right now. It was too soon, wasn’t it? The pair only had a few moments in the war, but yet they wrote constantly until she had heard about the horrid barrage of Bastogne and almost, if not all, contact had been cut off.

She had barely missed losing her life, had been shipped off to the Pacific for relief, only to be bombed there, too. Three times that made, if it were to happen again she was as sure as tomorrow she’d not make it. How she made it this far was still under investigation, but luck had something to do with, she was sure for her Catholic beliefs had been tested one too many times for her to keep on the charade, though she did still carry the rosary as a just in case kind of moment. 

Swallowing down the nerves that balled in her stomach and slowly crept up her throat, she ran her cold and trembling fingers through her semi-curled hair. She wasn’t sure why she was worrying so much about her appearance at that exact moment considering she had not even gotten into the car and made it to Louisiana! Nervousness, she figured, she always got fidgety anymore, scared of noises, among other ticks that could have only been gained by war torn areas and what she had endured and saw.

Like it mattered now, she thought mentally and flailed a hand in the air that was thick with fog, a chill in the air that stuck to the skin and car, and a chill wind that only could open ones lungs to something clean and exhilarate the sense. 

Clearing her throat, she tucked her dress under her bottom as she slid into the large yellow Cadillac with the white leather interior. Her purse on the floor to her right, two suitcases in the back. She could do this, she was doing this. Louisiana did not know what was coming, nor did she know what was coming either.

[doc-eugene-blog]

A calloused hand moved up to his brow, wiping away the sweat that laced tan skin from the hot, summer sun. The morning had started out like any other, another hot & muggy day in Morgan City, but today he swore he was going to finish the garage he started almost a month ago. He’d been putting it off for far too long, attempting to get his life back together post war was still a work in progress.

His dirty old truck sat on the road behind him, looking more brown from the dirt that collected on it than the original black it had started out as. He had gotten a couple of contracts recently, hauling rocks and debris from construction sites & it paid well, but RARELY gave him time off---hence his garage looking the way it did. But by some strike of luck, he’d gotten two days off & whether he had to work into the night or not, he was going to finish it, even if it killed him.

It was HOT, nothing like Europe, & it had taken some time to adjust back to the deep southern heat. It was different than up north, the air thick & wet-----good for the lungs, he would always say. The thin & pale frame that had returned on the train had all but filled out & darkened in color, blending in with the others in his town as if he never left. But blending in was one thing, FORGETTING was another.

But Melba kept him grounded, she’d been permanently attached to his side since he came home---& she wagged her tail at him, her tongue extending out of her mouth as far as it could go. & as he brought the glass to his lips, he takes one last drink of water before placing it on the ground so she can finish it off. Ascending the ladder again, he pats the front pocket of his pants, feeling for the pack of cigarettes deep within. Another hour & he’ll reward himself. Just another hour.

But he’s so preoccupied with the roof that he doesn’t notice when Melba runs off to the front of his property, not does he acknowledge the BARK that comes out of her mouth. She was always chasing after something, being raised as a hunting companion she was always going after anything that moved: cats, squirrels, rabbits, so he never really paid no mind when she’d run off-----after all, she’d always find her way back home.

[cfmusings-blog]

if by my life or my death i can protect you

                             i will

[wxrriiors]

 The calmness of the camp at night had always been surprising to her, with the way everything just seemed to come to a halt. It was so different from the days, when everything was full of noise and movement, and she was never sure which of the two she preferred.

 At night, it was easier to get detected, but also much easier to hide, with the shadows and darkness there to conceal her. The people out and about were few, with that they were often all ordered to stay in their beds, but there was still not as many as during the day. While nighttime lacked much light, which sometimes left her stumbling and tripping over things, it still made it easier to escape and sneak out than daytime did, when the officers were lingering everywhere, keeping an eye out. 

 Taking a drag from her cigarette, she listened for the soft footsteps of the other medic, a content smile slipping across her lips as she heard them approaching and soon found him stepping out into the night to join her. 

 His question caused her to release a soft chuckle before she passed him the cigarette, exhaling the last of the smoke before she pulled the bottle of alcohol she had already had some from out of her bag. 

   ❞Better take this one too. Might need it for the climb.❝ Pushing it into his hand, she shot him another smile before she set off, arms swinging by her sides and a soft humming escaping her lips. While she knew there was still a risk that he would return back to his bed and leave her to her own devices, she still didn’t want to linger around and herd him up the hill. She liked to think that he had come out to join her out of his own free will, and so she hoped that his own free will would also make him follow her up Currahee for the second time during the brief period of time they had known each other. 

   ❞Come on, we have a bit to walk, don’t drag your feet behind. You never       know, maybe Sobel is at your tail?❝ Turning, she winked in his direction before she picked up speed, enjoying how much cooler the air was at night and how the soft wind brushed over her skin. It reminded her of the summers at home, when life had been simpler and there hadn’t been a war on that had required her to fight. 

[doc-eugene-blog]

Fingers laced around the cigarette quickly, bringing it to his lips before taking a deep drag, filling his lungs with the calming release. Eyes move down to the bottle ( another item of CONTRABAND, something which Sobel would just love to find them with ) & he can’t help the way his eyes darted back up to meet with her own-----how the hell did she get her hands on that? Especially here of all places.

He’s left in a moment of shock, not really knowing what to do with the item that now dangled from his left hand. He had no way of concealing it if anyone were to catch them, & he figured if that happened, he’d just throw it with all the strength he could muster. MERDE.

Running to catch up, he’s soon by her side, the incredulous look still gracing his dark features as he stares at her through the veil of night. The camp was eerily quiet-----probably because Easy wasn’t being forced to run the hill or go on a strenuous march in the middle of the night ( something Sobel LOVED to put them through ) & he couldn’t help but look upwards, eyes tracing over the night sky as he took in how many stars could be seen.

“I don’t think so. He’s prob’ly gettin’ a good night sleep in order to run us up this thing tomorrow.”

[doc-eugene-blog]

@ichbinkeinfloh

God, he really had offended him, judging by his expression and steely silence. Had his ignorance really insulted him so much? It was understandable he supposed, but then, when had he ever had the chance to learn about America. But then, this American seemed incredibly sensitive, every word he said seemed to be wrong somehow, he wondered if they were all like that. “I’m sorry…”

He could have sighed with relief, when he seemed to open up again, treat Florian a little warmer. He hoped it would last. They were enemies perhaps, but that didn’t mean he wanted to leave a bad impression.

“In Berlin, we have a lot of lakes, and I go swimming in the summer,” he smiled and shrugged, “it is as good as the ocean, it even is a little like a beach. It is nice also.” He hummed and nodded to himself as he thought back. It seemed so long ago now, day trips and picnics by the water, the crystal clear blue of the streams in Bavaria. It was strange, how different things could be, how far away those images were. He wondered if he’d ever get back to Germany to enjoy such things again.

“You must suffer from insects a lot,” That was an out of place thing to say, but Florian pushed on as if it wasn’t strange, “you must when you live in a warm place near water, yes?” He shook his head, as if an annoyed manner, “It is one of the only bad things about warm weather, yes?” He smirked in order to hold back a grin, a chuckle even, “Insects and bites.”

He should really stop chatting so idly about nothing, this was no appropriate setting to be doing so. He wondered if the medic would perhaps get bored of him and send him away, regardless if he was healthy enough to do so or not. It didn’t bother Florian too much either way.

“Have you visited Germany, Mister Eugene?”

The cloth that was once white was now stained RED with Florian’s blood, something of which, would never have been considered normal or sanitary by any standard before the war. But here, it was as clean as it was going to get & he supposed, even with a good wash or two, the cloth would always be stained pink-----a permanent reminder of the monstrosities of what could happen if the world wasn’t careful.

“You do, huh?”   Brows perked at the question, hues of blue finding those of the other quickly as he opened up more about his past. It was a strange thing considering they were supposed to be enemies, sworn allegiance to kill one another if needed. & yet in this room, it was like all of that DISAPPEARED, like they were finally allowed to be the men they were before this entire thing started. The scary thing was, Gene wasn’t sure how much of that guy was left.

“Yeah, we got’ta lot of those down there. You think you get used to it, but you never really do.” Another smile was beginning to form across the medic’s lips now ; he hadn’t really thought about it much since he got here, but there seemed to be far less bugs than he was used to. & as hands ring the cloth out over the porcelain bowl, he smirked before continuing, “a lotta bites.”

He moved the cloth back to the table for the FINAL swipe, wiping away any reminder of their meeting. But he couldn’t help his hands from moving a little slower, not wanting it to end. For however long they’d been in this room, it had only seemed like minutes, even though he was sure it had been longer. The medic CRAVED decent conversation, an escape, & that’s what this was providing him----regardless of who it was with.

“No, I haven’t. Not yet.”

[crxcifix]

I am an impulsive roleplayer.

I let my muse take the reins and decide what threads to start or reply to in a given day. If the muse doesn’t feel it, it isn’t happening. That doesn’t mean that I hate you or that I no longer want to interact with you; I probably either lost our thread or my muse just said, ‘nah bro.’

I’m sorry I drop threads. I’m sorry I don’t reply to memes. I’m sorry I ignore my asks. I’m sorry I plot things and then don’t do them. I’m an impulsive roleplayer: my muse guides me.

Roleplaying isn’t my job: it’s my hobby. I do it for fun. My muse isn’t my coworker: my muse is my friend. We have fun together. If I started treating this as a job, it wouldn’t be enjoyable for me anymore, and the quality of my content would diminish greatly!

And while we’re on the subject, just because a thread gets dropped does not mean the relationship between our muses is dead!! Thread =/= relationship! We can start something new and continue building their bond! Relationships are important to building new aspects of our muses!

I always want to roleplay with you. Just…perhaps not with that thread. You feel?

[drmanhattan]