Happy Thirsty Thursday! I’d love to see what you do with 33, ““Close your eyes and hold out your hands,” for your Bill pairing of choice or Ruth & Joey T! ❤️
"Close your eyes and hold out your hands."
Marj did as she was told. The hospital smelled like antiseptic and aftershave and half-smoked cigarettes, and it wasn't the first place she'd like to spend her first Saturday back in England - but some things were important, and visiting friends to make sure they weren't forgotten was certainly one of them.
"Please don't let this be a frog," she said flatly, absolutely serious and knowing that Bill Guarnere would be the one to do something dumb like that, even when he was supposed to be confined to a hospital bed and in no state to be hopping around outside hunting anything, frogs or otherwise.
But it made him laugh, at least, which counted for something. She'd missed that sound, in Austria, and elsewhere - Easy just wasn't the same without it.
He deposited something cool and hard into her hands, and she opened her eyes to see just what it was.
It was a little ceramic tray, a pinch-pot kind of affair that had been laboriously shaped, fired, and painted with an M in the middle. It had certain shades of 'made for teacher' art projects of years gone by, the messy cards for Valentines day with the paste still gummy on them that she remembered her roommates bringing home from their first and second grade classrooms. But it had been made with evident love - despite whatever the maker might say to the the contrary.
"They're making us do art, you know, as part of...rehab or something. Like it's my hand that's broke instead of my goddamn leg. Anyway. Made one for Fran and had some time spare. Hold your earrings or something."
Marj smiled and sniffed a little, knowing Bill would make fun of her if she started crying. "You've got a real talent with a paintbrush, Bill. I don't think anyone's ever ...made me something."
"Allen's an idiot," he reiterated, obviously feeling very strongly about the subject. "In case no one's told you again recently." She snorted again. "And that other guy ought to start making you stuff - or get you a ring to put in that tray," he threatened. "Or he'll know what's what from me."
Again, another laugh that could have been a sob. "I'll let him know," Marj assured him dryly. Bill nodded.
"And don't go tying the knot until I'm ready to raise hell at that party, you hear?"
Marj nodded again, knowing that behind the bluster he was serious. "Wouldn't be a party without you, Bill."
This is one of my favourite scene from Band of Brothers. When Spina & Doc Roe came to comfort Babe after he lost his friend ,Julian. Just to make sure he’s alright.
I kind of felt glad for him to have these two caring medics by his side. Seeing him smile & laugh again at the end of the Bastogne episode was a relief after Doc finally called Babe by his nickname. It sort of eased him from his pain a bit. What would easy company be without these medics...🌼
At first, the Germans didn’t shoot at him. I think they couldn’t quite believe what they were seeing. But that wasn’t the really astounding thing. The astounding thing was that after he hooked up with I company… He came back.
BAND OF BROTHERS APPRECIATION WEEK | One scene
WHEW, hi. I’m new here and this is...the first writing project for me in a very long time that has started to take shape.
After watching The Old Guard, like a modern day Band of Brothers-obsessed Carrie Bradshaw, I couldn’t help but wonder: what if you discovered, in the middle of a war zone, that you couldn’t die?
Part 1: The Cynic explores what happened when Lewis Nixon made his final jump for Operation Varsity.
Entry for the Band of Brothers appreciation week over at @hbowardaily.
Day 1 - One location/scenery
Everything around here looked like it came straight out of a fairytale. All picturesque houses, snow capped mountains and green fields as far as the eye could see. It was so quiet and peaceful here that it was almost difficult to imagine that there was even a war going on, because it seemed to have missed this section of Germany entirely. The forests that they passed through were quiet and the lakes were so blue that they looked like they had come straight from a postcard. It just didn’t seem real at times.
Ron Speirs knows how to kill. Knows how to hurt, how to twist, how to maim. He doesn’t think he’s figured out how to love, not really, not where it counts the most, but the touches he reserves for Chuck Grant beg to differ..
[read on ao3!]
Inspired by my own gifset here and.. a veritable pile of feelings just sort-of happened. I owe @junojelli for the comment she made about that set which provoked a bit of this fic’s spiral, but most of it is just Ron and Chuck doing what they always do when let loose on my pages. (Run the show, steal all my silver, give new meaning to the word intimacy..)
BoB Week, Day 1: One Location/Scenery
The sky glowed a warm, familiar orange.
He had seen this color before on the walls of the Met, in one of the halls where they hung the Dutch masters, just before the collection shifts sharply to feature only Van Gogh. It was their preferred color to convey the warmth of a cottage hearth, or the single candle illuminating a book after sunset.
The Dutch masters.
He chuckles to himself, once, his shoulders punching up and the breath exhaling out of his nose sharply.
And now it’s Eindhoven being bombed that sets the scene that calls for only the most incendiary colors of a painter’s palette. If he weren’t a cynical man, it would have felt tragic. But he just smiles a rueful, flat smile, and turns away.
i literally would never want to be blithe getting pep talks from both harry “war’s one big game and my canteen’s full of booze” welsh and ron “y’all still got hope you’ll live? wild” speirs within like 30 seconds of each other
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