Leximus

Leximus. Hufflepuff Alum. 21. Soldier by day, fangirl by night. Curious about everything!

[kim-jong-chill]

i need feminism because when jesus does a magic trick it’s a goddamn miracle but when a woman does a magic trick she gets burned at the stake

[mattheuphonium-blog]

fabulous 

[tockthewatchdog-deactivated2020]

i mean they did also kill jesus. that was a pretty significant thing that happened. like i understand where you’re coming from here but they very much did kill jesus.

[counterpunches]

#HAPPY GOOD FRIDAY

[catchymemes]

[leximus98]

This. This would be my child

[classycookiexo]

[capricorn-born]

Oddly specific. Got a deposit for 6,837 today

[weaselle]

fuck it, i never ever do those “reblog for X, this one really works!” posts, but this one doesn’t have any of that BS, this is just straight up wishing us good things; and then the comment doesn’t even say any of that either. Zero claims on this post, all positive vibes

May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love

[vmohlere]

May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love

[derpyfins]

Hell yeah I'd love a future with more money

[chilpilled]

his smile and optimism…….gone………

[huh-enheim]

[leximus98]

I’m reblogging because I’m 25 and I don’t get IDd anymore…. Like… last year I got IDd all the time. This year? Not once.

[bannock-and-biopolitics-deactiv]

A lot of adulthood is shouting “AUGH MY LAUNDRY” hours after you put it in the washer/dryer and running to go fetch it

[curlicuecal]

oh shit my laundry

[mishafletcher]

reblog to save someone’s laundry

[leximus98]

Static Nightmare (Alastor x Reader) (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/363424703-static-nightmare-alastor-x-reader?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=captleximus 

Minors DNI!

I started writing this on wattpad! I thought I’d share it here cause I love this community! It would be super awesome if yall could read it and lmk what ya think!

I can also take requests on here if you wanna give them! I’ll write for:

Alastor

Lucifer

Husk

Angel Dust

[redead-red]

watching a movie at home circa like, 2001 was like

put your TV on channel 2 so the VCR will work

open up the clamp shell case that held the VHS that has that satisfying crrlikkkkkk

put in the movie

gdi it has to be rewound

press STOP and then rewind because its so much faster that way

start the movie and it takes a few seconds for the movie to actually start cause you rewound to the VERY beginning

FBI will get you if you illegally distribute or exhibit this movie

and then. because you forgot that movies are always so much louder than TV

COMING SOON TO OWN ON VIDEO AND DVD

QUICK LOWER THE VOLUME LOWER THE VOLUME LOWER THE VOLUME OH FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay crisis averted.

although. these ads are kind of quiet. a little hard to hear.....

better turn up the volume...

THX

[leximus98]

Mi Princesa

Hiii so this is part one of my Camilo love story!

They’re aged up a couple of years and this takes place after the ending of the movie so everything is back to normal!

Let me know what you think, heart and comment on the story! I already have the next couple parts all done and ready but I wanna make sure y’all like it before I post the whole thing and it flops! It’s part one is a little short but the next part will be longer!

Also I don’t speak spanish very well at all and I am learning. I’ve had some friends help me with the spanish in the story but if something is wrong, I do apologize!

Life in the Encanto was peaceful and fun. My familia came here fifty years ago with Señora Madrigal when my Abuela’s village was burned to the ground. Now fifty years later, my Mama owned a small bakery in town. My little sister, Sofia, and I work there with her, lately however we’ve been working there for her. I grew up with the Madrigal teenagers, Mirabel and Camilo. Mirabel and i were best friends, however Camilo and I never saw eye to eye. He would use his gift to mess with me constantly. He was more annoying than anything else but sometimes he could be just plain mean. “Gabi!?” I heard from the front of the shop. I smiled at the voice and went out to greet it. “Mirabel!” I giggled, hugging the curly haired girl. “Buenos Dias!” I greeted. “Guess what!” Mirabel nearly shouted. “What?” “Dolores wants you to make her wedding cake!” My eyes must have been the size of dinner plates, “What about Señora Julietta?” “Mama is trying to take it easy. She only trusts you to make it!” “Oh this is gonna be so exciting!” “Could you come up to the house now to take the order?” She asked, a glint of hopefulness in her eyes. “Of course! Uno momento!” I dashed into the kitchen and took off my apron. “Sof! I’m gonna run up to La Casita! Dolores wants me to make her wedding cake!” “No way!” Sofia said. “I know! Can you watch the front?” “Si! Go!” I smiled at her. Sofia took after our mom with her tan skin and long black curly hair. Her eyes were brown with golden spots. She had just turned sixteen and started working at the bakery with me and Mama. Before I left the kitchen, I checked myself in the mirror. I had streaks of flour all over my face. Luckily I was able to rub it off. I took a deep breath and smiled at myself. I took after our Papa. My skin was lighter and my hair was straight, light brown, and had blond highlights from the sun. My eyes were bright green and I had light freckles over my nose and cheeks. “Alright Mirabel! Vámonos!” Mirabel grabbed my hand and practically dragged me through town. We talked about the wedding which was six months away and my birthday which was in two weeks. “I’m so excited! I’m almost done with your present!” Mirabel said. “I can’t wait to see what you made! You’re so amazing at sewing!” “Haha thanks!” Once we were close, the front door opened on its own. Even after all these years, Casita still amazed me. Standing inside was Pepa, Dolores and Camilos’ Mama. “Hola Tía! Gabi is here to take Dolores’ cake order!” Mirabel beamed. Pepa glared at me, “Why would I let someone like you make mi mija’s cake when Julietta is here? It has to be perfect!” I frowned and my stomach dropped. Pepa was always so nice to me! And what did she mean by “someone like you”? Mirabel must have been confused to cause she started to say something but was cut off by another voice. “Camilo!” It scolded with a thunder afterwards. “What have I told you about changing into family members?!” Another Pepa walked down the stairs with a thunder cloud over her head. Dolores was right behind her, frowning. The first Pepa smirked and changed back into Camilo. He kept the smirk on his face, “Have fun Gabi. Oh and by the way, you have some white stuff in your hair.” I felt my cheeks heat up in anger and embarrassment. I quickly ran my hands through my hair, looking at it as much as I could. He laughed and walked away. I glared daggers at his back. “Lo siento, Gabi, I don’t know what has gotten into him!” The real Pepa said. I took a deep breath to calm myself then smiled at the red headed woman. “It’s okay, Señora, boys will be boys.” We spent the rest of the afternoon drawing up and making plans for the wedding cake. I was so excited for Dolores! This was going to be amazing. Once I was sure I had everything I needed and all the sketches were done, I got up to leave. “You should stay for dinner!” Pepa exclaimed. “Oh! That’s very kind of you but I have to get back to my sister. I left her in charge of the shop and I gotta make sure she hasn’t burned the place down,” I said with a laugh. Pepa smiled at me, “Okay, I do want to have you over sometime though! I feel like it’s been forever since I saw your Mama!” “I think she would enjoy it! I’ll pass along the invite!” I hugged all three girls and left Casita. I was about halfway down the hill when someone jumped out, screaming and starling me. I screamed and dropped all of my papers. My fear turned to anger when I saw the dark haired teen. “Ay Dios mío! Camilo! What is wrong with you?!” I yelled, trying to grab the papers before they blew away. Camilo only laughed in response. I grabbed the last page and rounded on him like a bull. “You think you’re so funny, don’t you! Are you trying to ruin your sisters wedding? Seriously! Idiota! I don’t understand your obsession with trying to ruin my life, but it’s getting old!” “Jeez Gabi, it was just s joke. Don’t take it so hard!” He smirked. “Oh! So you think it’s a joke to make me drop and maybe lose the information for your sisters wedding cake?” “Well no but-“ “Leave me alone Camilo! You’ve made everyday miserable with your stupid pranks! And I’ve had enough!” “Gabi, calm down, Princesa.” “Don’t call me that! And don’t call me Gabi either! We aren’t friends!” “So emotional,” Camilo rolled his eyes. I glared at him hard then shoved past him, going down the hill towards town. I could hear him laughing the whole time. By the time I got to the bakery, my anger had bubbled. I slammed the door and aggressively slammed down the paperwork. “Whoa, what crawled up your skirt?” Sofia asked. I glared at her and she held up her hands. “If I never see Camilo Madrigal again, it’ll be too soon.” Sofía’s eyes widened and she giggled. “What is funny?!” I snapped. “You two hate each other so much. What happened anyway? Didn’t you guys used to be friends?” “We were never friends.” I went into the back, grabbed some dough, and started beating it with my fists. But Sofia’s question rang in my mind, bringing back unwanted memories.

[leximus98]

So im doing it… im writing a Camilo story. Don’t know if it’s gonna be a really long one shot or multi chapter…. But im writing it… should be up by the end of the week…

[leximus98]

Thinking about writing a Camilo love story, multi-chapter with an OC. Would anyone be down?

[hungwy]

my ancient greek history professor is making us post memes weekly. i swear to god

[blackpyrefly]

heres one for you

[thepringlesofblood]

my time has come for hyperspecific classics memes

[saltykingsalty]

I…I need context. I’m gonna research all this shit one day.. If I remember after work

[lemonsharks]

I understand most of these!

[marisolinspades]

[two-thirtyy]

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Look buddy, i’m just trying to make it to Friday.

[taykoutmccleod]

reblog if its friday and you made it

[nuggsmum]

[hmcbook]

Sophie’s cleaning

what Sophie thinks it’s like

what Howl, Calcifer & Michael think it’s like

[browngxl]

My daughter also needs to see if your son can manage a house, cook food. Only then we’ll agree to this marriage.

[random-browsing]

It’s a nice ad from BIBA India with a good ending as well. Link - (x)

[wherda-cat]

Okay, he’s got potential. :)

[ace-marksman]

Look at the glow in her eyes. She may or may not have loved him before, but now she knows he’s willing to grow and change to improve their life together. That’s real love.

[sunder-the-gold]

Reblogging for this version. Even if she’s happy to be the primary homemaker, her husband needs to know the basics. Otherwise, if she falls sick or otherwise has a bad day, they’re both out of luck, and that’s just not fair to a sick woman. Or to a pregnant one.

And this young man steps up to the task! He accepts that he’s lacking in the basic skills necessary to care for a wife, and resolves to grow as a person.

[asphodel-n-mint]

[anxietyproblem]

[leximus98]

Airborne All The Way - Dick Winters x OC

Summary: Memories are fleeting. Charlie knows if she doesn’t get them all down, and soon, they’ll be gone. War, love, loss... she wanted to write it all down for future generations to come.

Charlie Finnegan had been a nurse before the war. After Pearl Harbor, she felt the same call to arms that many men felt. When Elanor Roosevelt started a program where women could join the Army on a trial basis, Charlie jumped on it. She became an officer and volunteered for the Airborne. Along the way she met Harry Welsh and the ever calm and collected Richard Winters. Through trial and error, Charlie gains the respect of her men, but can she gain the eye of a certain red haired officer?

A/N: So, I haven’t posted anything original in a long time. But I’ve had a really good idea for a story and I wanted to share it. I hope everyone likes it. It’s gonna be multi-chapter, this is just chapter one. Lemme know what you think!

Warnings: None

Tag List: If you’d like to be tagged, lemme know!

Word Count: 1824

Chapter One

“Why would you want to join the Airborne?”

It was a question I was asked frequently. In the early days, I would answer by saying, “It’s new!” or “It’s exciting!”

The answer changed over time though. When I was in the 82nd, I told people that it was to prove that girls could do it too. When they shipped me over to the 101st, I found a new answer. One I didn’t expect I’d find. But I found it in Easy Company.

“Because they’re my family. I would do anything for them.”

Of course that answer came more easily after D-Day. I hadn’t truly earned the respect of the men until that day, even though I grew to love them before then.

It all started one warm, wet afternoon.

Lieutenant Harry Welsh and myself had just been sent over from the 82nd. We were going to fill the positions of platoon leaders. Harry would be taking over first platoon and I would be taking over second.

As we walked by all of the soldiers, they were sitting around in their dress uniforms, waiting for the train. Their initial training and airborne training had been completed. Now they were going to be shipped off to either Europe or Asia to fight in the war. Battalion Intelligence hadn’t told anybody where we were going or which war we would be fighting. It was all a surprise, but for good reason. If word slipped out to the wrong people, it would be devastating.

Harry and I were told to find First Lieutenant Richard Winters. He was the Executive Officer of Easy Company. I’d heard of Dick Winters from friends of mine, he was good at his job and cared for his soldiers. I would be glad to be working under somebody like him. But I had also heard rumblings about the company’s Commanding Officer, Captain Herbert Sobel. He was sadistic towards his company and from what Harry and I heard, he was jumpy in the field. Too eager, not patient, and got people notionally killed in training exercises.

After walking down the line of barracks, and catching more than one lingering glance from the soldiers, Harry and I found the officers barracks. We walked inside and were met with two lieutenants.

Richard Winters was tall, lyth, pale, and had the brightest shock of red hair I had ever seen. His eyes were a soft blue and he held himself properly. Like he was important, but not stuck up. He looked over at us and I gave him a soft smile from behind Harry.

Lewis Nixon was behind him. His hair was thick, black, and styled perfectly. There wasn’t a single thread out of place on his uniform and he gave us a sly smile.

“Are we interrupting?” Harry asked.

“No, not at all. Lieutenant Lewis Nixon, Lieutenant Harry Welsh and Charlie Finnegan, just in from the 82nd,” Winters introduced.

Harry went to shake Nixon’s hand and I followed suit behind him.

“A WAC?” Nixon asked.

“Not a day in my life,” I smiled cheekily.

“Alright then. Well you’ll learn him pretty quickly,” Nixon said, smiling at Winters. “No flaws, no vices, no sense of humor.”

I smiled and looked at Winters who gave me a quick side look and smirked, “Just like your chums up at Battalion Staff?”

“So what’s up?” Winters asked.

I sighed heavily and scratched the back of my neck, “We’ve been hearing a lot of rumblings…”

“Sobel?” Nixon asked.

Harry nodded.

“We were just talking about that,” Nixon said.

The four of us moved closer together so as not to be overheard.

“He gets a little jumpy in the field?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, he gets jumpy and you get killed,” Nixon said.

“Oh, that’s nice,” I chuckled.

“I think if we talk about it, it should just be amongst ourselves,” Winters interjected.

“Alright, absolutely,” Harry said.

From behind us, I heard a heavy foot slam on the wooden step of the barracks. As if in slow motion, I watched Winters turn and snap to attention. Harry and I turned around fast and snapped to attention too. Standing in the doorway was Captain Sobel.

He stood there for an agonizing moment, just staring at all of us, like he knew we were talking about him. His eyes continued to linger on me when he started talking.

“Second Platoon ready?” he asked.

“Ready, Sir,” Winters said.

“Then get them ready, we’re moving out,” Sobel ordered.

“Yes, Sir,” Winters said.

Harry moved first, walking quickly past Sobel who didn’t move from the doorway, Winters followed, and I moved after Winters. Sobel shifted towards the open space so I had to turn more sideways to get out of the door. I felt his eyes burning into me and cleared my throat when I was outside. I glanced back while following Winters and caught Nixon’s eye. He winked at me and gave me a soft smile but quickly lost it when Sobel turned back to him.

“Finnegan, make sure your men are good to go,” Winters said.

“Yes, Sir!”

“Sergeant Lipton!” I called out as I saw the man walking by the cattle trucks.

“Yes, Ma’am?” he asked as I jogged up to him.

“Everyone is good? We’re about to roll out,” I told him.

Staff Sergeant Carwood Lipton was a nice guy. He had been kind to me since I first addressed their platoon and I assume he made the men keep their comments about a female platoon leader at bay. I wasn’t particularly popular at the moment, due to the fact that I had boobs. I didn’t blame them, I had to prove myself to them as a leader. That I could do everything they could do as a female.

“Yes, Ma’am. We’re supposed to be loading the train by platoon but, well, you know how it goes,” I smiled.

“Of course. Just try to keep them in line as much as you can. Captain Sobel is walking around,” I smiled back.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

I watched him walk off and I started in my own direction, but slowed down next to a group of men who were sitting in a small circle.

“Who? Sobel?” I heard Joe Liebgott ask. “He screwed up one manuever.”

“Yeah,” Cobb said.

“Well, you know I’m always fumbling with grenades. It would be easy if one went off by accident you know,” Liebgott said, smirking darkly.

“Well, now they must have put him in charge for a reason,” Shifty Powers said.

I smiled at his innocence.

“Yeah, cause the army wouldn’t make a mistake like that, right Shift?” Liebgott asked.

The group chuckled and I cleared my throat, standing behind Joe Toye with my hands in my pockets. Their heads snapped up to look at me.

“Now gentlemen, I do believe if you’re gonna say things like that? Maybe you shouldn’t do it out in the open. The Good Captain is out and about,” I said the last part sarcastically and smirked.

They all looked back at each other. I could tell that they were embarrassed to have been caught. I gave them a quick, “Just be careful” and walked off.

The train was uncomfortable. I sat next to Winters at an angle that had my head against the window and my feet on the other side of Harry who had his feet half on my lap and half on the seat between me and the wall.

“How’s your time in Easy going?” Winters asked me quietly so as not to wake up Harry.

“Well, it’s certainly not Easy,” I giggled. “It’s just gonna take the men some time to get used to taking orders from a girl. It was an issue for a short amount of time at the old unit too. I’m not too worried about it.”

“How did you get them to respect you?” Winters asked, putting his letter down and giving me his full attention.

“It was a training jump that went bad. I had dropped close to the injured soldier. He was screaming and screaming and screaming. It’s a sound that doesn’t quiet leave you. Anyway, he had landed wrong and broken both of his legs. I did my best to splint both of them with what I had and carried him to the rendezvous point.”

“You carried a broken soldier, both of you in full pack, four miles?” Winters asked, a look of amazement on his face.

“Ah, don’t give me that much credit. I dropped our parachutes and most of the gear we were carrying. Just our packs and weapons went with.”

It looked like he was about to say something else, but Nixon came up behind us.

“Goin my way?” he asked Winters.

“Wherever the train takes me,” Winters answered.

“Yeah, c’mon, take a guess! Atlantic? Pacific? Atlantic?”

“I think Nixon is saying without saying we’re going to the Atlantic,” I smirked.

“Well, we aren’t intelligence officers,” Winters said.

“Mmm, as such, I know, of course,” Nixon said, smiling.

He moved from his seat behind Winters to the seat next to Harry. I crossed my arms and watched him. He looked like the cat who caught the canary. A wide, mischievous grin on his face, and a spark in his eyes.

“If I told ya, I’d have to kill ya,” he said quietly.

“Then don’t tell us,” Winters said.

Nixon leaned in close and smiled again, “New York, troop ship, England. We’re invading Europe my friends.” Nixon pulled a flask from his back pocket and raised it in a toast style. “Fortress Europa!”

Nixon offered the flask to Winters who raised an eyebrow at him, “Since when do I drink?” he asked.

“If I knew you’d take it, I wouldn’t have offered,” Nixon smirked. “You?”

He offered me the flask and I shook my head no.

“Two non-alcoholic officers? That’s not good karma,” Nixon said.

“Hah, it’s not that I don’t drink, I just prefer mine mixed in soda, or in the fermented fruit variety,” I laughed.

“Uh-huh,” Nixon said, taking a pull from the flask.

“Nix?” Winters asked. “What are you gonna do when you get into combat?”

“Oh, I have every confidence in my scrounging abilities,” Nixon said, looking out the window. “And I have a case of Vat 69 in your footlocker.”

Nixon leaned back and laughed. Winters smiled for a minute and then it fell from his face when Nixon didn’t say anything to counter what he had said.

“Really?”

“Oh yeah.”

Before Winters could say anything, Harry popped his head up from the seat and looked at the three of us. He had one eye closed and the other squinted, barely coming to.

“Morning!” Nixon said, handing Harry the flask.

“Mm, ya’know, this could turn into a real nice trip,” Harry said, drinking from the metal container.

I scoffed a little bit and shook my head. It was going to be interesting to say the least.

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