Crazy fools, the Irish.

TSgt. Don Malarkey of Easy Company, 101st Airborne Division. Tracking: malarkeydonald

[xoxogriezmanngirl]

Band of Brothers

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[guarncre]

hbo war + home towns

[tessalivesandbreathesbooks]

He did not know which was more painful, the waking or the sleeping. When he slept, he dreamed: dark disturbing dreams of blood and broken promises. When he woke, there was nothing to do but think, and his waking thoughts were worse than nightmares.

A Game of Thrones by George R. R. Martin (via neverparted)

[musingmemes]

injured memes

“ oh my god what happened? ”

“ you’re bleeding! why are you bleeding? ”

“ who did this to you? ”

“ that’s… a lot of blood ”

“ i think… it’s broken ”

“ can you move? does it hurt? ”

“ we need to get you to a hospital ”

“ what are you talking about? this is not just a scratch ”

“ it’s just a scratch ”

“ it’s nothing, i’m totally fine ”

“ that’s not supposed to bend that way ”

“ what the hell did you do? ”

“ don’t you pass out on me ”

“ i’m just so tired ”

“ hey, whoa, you alright there? ”

“ i just need to sit down for a minute ”

“ let me carry you ”

“ it won’t stop bleeding! ”

“ you’re gonna be just fine, i promise ”

“ hey! i said stay awake! ”

“ tell me what hurts ”

“ does it hurt when i do this? ”

“ ow! that hurts! ”

“ i’m fine, i can walk, just give me a minute ”

“ it was an accident ”

[malarkeydonald]

when you’re gone for so long you can’t even remember your own damn tags 

[malarkeydonald]

Hooooolyyyyyy shiiiiiiit.  It’s been so long. Who’s still here?  Ugh. I don’t even know where to begin. I’ve missed y’all. 

[nothingexcepthonor]

I think I'd be great in a war. I'd, like, get all the medals.

“Of course you would–because clearly the whole point of a war is to win as many medals as you can.”

[capdickwinters]

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Send me a ☄ for a lighthearted headcanon about our muses

( Since I’m in mood to do something, I think I can do some stuff here, like to answer this meme. :)

Hmmm, a lighthearted headcanon between Dick and Malarkey? As they don’t talk a lot, I won’t be a lot deep, but I think I can say something yet.

Dick trusts a lot in the Toccoa men as any Toccoa man, but he trusts even more in his sergeants as Mal and Johnny or Bull. But this is not exactly a lighthearted headcanon lol shit

Well, I will take it from nowhere, ok? But I think they could have some sort of understanding of each other in what concers their redhead hair maybe? I mean, it’s not a commom stuff to see redheads in the series or in real life at all, at least in my country, so they could have, from different sides and not usually together mainly in Toccoa, this kind of thing to deffend each other in a matter of people annoying each other because of their red hair? And thus, they could have some moments together, of talking and doing things together even tho rarely? Maybe even making some jokes about how people are jealous of them, because they are the only gingers. lol

I don’t know, but it would be funny. And Even Dick could be a kind of older brother of Mal, till the point that Dick annoys Mal playfully a lil bit although he doesn’t mean it at first.

And when the war passes over them, they kind of lose the intimancy and it’s kind of awkward when they talk a bit more in the middle of the war.

(I hope you liked it. ^-^)

[torawhora]

malarkeydonald ;;

The medic’s breath tickled Don’s face. Had it not been for his dangerously low tone, he might have teased him or joked about their current situation on any other day. 

“Wade,” the redhead murmured. Just as he was about to ask more questions in attempt to figure out what the hell was going on, which still somewhat of a mystery to him, voices immediately prompted him to shut up. 

He twisted his neck to the side in attempt to see if anyone was approaching the two. He glanced back at Wade and nodded, acknowledging his request. 

The hushed voices grew slightly louder, soon overpowered by a couple of bursts of laughter. 

Don shut his eyes tightly, praying they wouldn’t be caught. The men were still not within sight, giving him hope that maybe they had a chance to find a different place to hide, or better yet - escape. 

❛ Shhh. .        

             he hushed, pressing his elbow into the mans chest before awkwardly               attempting to remove himself from the stranger in a manner that was              utterly silent. His eyes close, and even the resonating sound in the               back of his head of the boy’s own breathing caused him panic that              was truly unneeded. 

             But the voices fade, with footsteps to follow and the medic can hear               the distant jingle of dog tags being shaken, and in delayed time he               rolls onto his back, still covered in dirt and grime. 

  —they gone? ❛ 

[malarkeydonald]

The young medic, though not large in stature, felt like he weighed a ton under the circumstances both men were in. The softest breath he drew in sent a wave of fear throughout his body, worried that the others would hear him. 

God only knew what would happen if they were discovered. 

The medic’s elbow pressed tightly onto his chest, prompting him to shut his eyes and bite his lower lip as he listened to the sound of boots dissipate. 

“I uh...I think so,” he nodded and whispered, slowly sitting up as he glanced around, looking for any unfamiliar figures. His gaze fell on the medic furrowing his brows as he studied the young man. 

“That was too damn close,” he muttered, rising to his feet as he glanced over the brush. “We should go before more show up.”

Don glanced over his shoulder, waving the medic over. “You don’t happen to have a weapon on you, hm?” 

[malarkeydonald]

update

(( Hello there. It feels like forever, and I am sorry for not updating sooner. Everything just sort of started happening all at once - new job, family visiting, people staying over, interviews, even dating. And then my internet was being a shithead, so I wasn’t able to do anything when I did have time. 

I haven’t even been in my own apartment in a few days. It’s crazy. 

But, I’m working through replies. I”m starting with Don’s first, then I’ll finish what I owe on Reiben’s blog. Thank you to those who’ve been patient. I’m grateful and love you. <3 I know I also lost some followers. Y’all can suck it. 

Just kidding. I totally get why since I haven’t been active. 

Again, I’m sorry. Feel free to shoot me a message. I MISS YOU ALL. ))

[malarkeydonald]

Pulling his beanie down to cover his ears a little more then shoving his hands in his pockets, he adjusted himself in the foxhole, fidgeting as he tried to find a comfortable spot. Soft grunts escaped his lips as he tried to give himself enough leg room, making sure not to kick the other redhead in the hole. 

Curiously, he watched Babe as he searched for the other men. He rolled his eyes, knowing he wasn’t actually looking for anyone. Like his friend, he had also been alone in his foxhole for quite some time. It worried him that his foxhole buddy had yet to come back but discovered he’d been keeping someone else company. Feeling slightly betrayed - but only for a brief moment - he searched for others who had room for him. 

It was too damn cold to be by himself.

“I wish they’d have extra blankets or something. At least we’d be able to keep a little warmer with that,” he grumbled, leaning further into the hole as he pulled his knees in.

Oh if his mother could see how they were living! She’d nag about his coat and lack of proper clothing, threatening he’d catch pneumonia or some other illness for not being careful. 

“Hey Babe, let’s cuddle?” he asked, wiggling his brows.

[heffronbullshit]

“Yeah no kidding, i could really go for some hot cocoa too, yeah?”

    A smirk crept its way on his face as he glanced at the other man, he couldn’t help but find amusement in his own words.. But really, he wouldn’t mind a cup of hot chocolate right then and there. Though his expression changed quickly after Malarkey’s next set of words.

    Brows furrowed at the man besides him, his request wasn’t really odd, considering the awful weather they were stuck in, but the way he said it was.. No doubt he hesitated a moment before saying anything, mouth agape before finally closing it.. He knew very well that Don had a way of teasing people. But he really should be careful with who he says these things to, he could very easily get socked in the mouth. Though Babe really wasnt the violent type, and anyways, he knew what he meant.

    A chuckle escaped his lips and he just shrugged, still shivering, he could do with a little extra warmth..

           “Sure, alright, fine,”

    A small smile graced his features as he scooted close enough so the space between them was gone.. Instantly it felt better.. Well.. A little better.. He’d leave the ‘cuddling’ up to the other, this was probably as much as he was gonna get from Ed.

           “I didn’t sign up to be a frickin’ penguin..”

[malarkeydonald]

Don flashed Babe a wide smile, eyes lighting up at the though of holding a steamy, rich cup of hot cocoa in his hands. He remembered holiday seasons where that was all he wanted to drink. He was known for having quite a sweet tooth, and chocolate usually satisfied any of those cravings. 

“I could always go for some hot cocoa. Maybe we should make our own, huh? Melt one of those Hershey bars, if we’ve any left,” he suggested through shuddering teeth. 

Don chuckled along with the redhead, noting the slight incredulous expression he gave him. He leaned his shoulder against the other’s, adjusting his position to give Babe a little more room just in case he wanted to stretch his legs. He hummed, not feeling comfortable at all and moved away from his friend for a moment as he snaked his arm around Babe’s. He leaned into him again and immediately felt warmer. 

The only thing the two were missing, it seemed, was a blanket. 

“Yeah, well I don’t think any of us did, but if it’s going to keep me from freezing my ass off, I don’t mind.” 

[kingofkcompany]

[Private]

Don stepped out of the barracks, sun glaring in his eyes as the heat caused his uniform to stick to his body. It was hot and sticky, and quite frankly it was putting him in somewhat of a stink. He groaned, adjusting his shirt to cool himself. 

He knew he’d have to get used to this climate pretty quickly. The islands, he’d been told, would be their battle ground. What he wouldn’t give to feel that Astoria breeze. 

But this was what he wanted. Fortunately, they’d overlooked his minor dental problem - thanks to a close friend of the family with ties to the marines, but no one needed to know that - and accepted him into the regiment. 

He stood at attention, saluting the captain. “K Company, sir. Just got transferred here.” 

Haldane knew the sight of a new marine, adjusting to the heat and the light of the tropical islands they would call home until the war ended, they died, or were wounded enough to go home. 

For those who didn’t grow up in tropical weather, it was going to be a huge adjustment. It was for Andrew when he first got here in 1942 after growing up in Massachusetts. But by now this was everyday life to him two years later. 

“K Company?” He gave the private a smile.”At ease private, you’re in my company. Captain Haldane, you are?”

[malarkeydonald]

The smile that graced the captain’s features provided a sense of relief. He was glad that he’d run into someone from his company. Don returned the smile, glancing around as he wondered who he’d be spending most of the war with. These men were his new brothers in arms. They’d have to earn his trust and he earn theirs if they wanted to survive. The stories about the Pacific and the Japanese rattled him, but he was confident he would be fine. 

Or so he hoped. You could never be to too sure. 

“Oh...” he muttered silently, resting his hand by his side as he adjusted his grip on the bag he held with the other. His hands were a little sweaty. He didn’t know if it was due to the tropical and hellish weather or the nervousness that had kicked in the moment he arrived on the island.  

“Thank you, sir. The names’s Donald Malarkey. I’m a little embarrassed to admit this, but they weren’t quite specific once we got off. Where exactly is K Company, sir?” 

[malarkeydonald]

psa

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[merricll-archive-blog]

but since it fell unto my lot / that i should rise and you should not / i gently rise and softly call / good night and joy be to you all

[malarkeydonald]

“What are you doing in my room?”

it’s the middle of the night, and my muse just climbed into your muse’s bedroom window || Send me “What are you doing in my room?”

11. “I’m too drunk to find my apartment.”

Stumbling, he stops to gaze at a tree, and he wonders if he’s able to climb it. He hadn’t climbed a tree since he was maybe 9 years old, so it might be a bit of a challenge. 

Then again, training had made him more athletic - slightly more flexible, so it was quite possible he could climb up like a squirrel despite having consumed a good amount of beer.

Don rested his foot on the trunk, slightly jumping to grab a branch within reach. He pulled himself up, using his other foot as leverage as he climbed. He sighed as he rested on thicker branch, chuckling to himself as he teetered, silently praying he wouldn’t fall and break his neck amidst his drunken stupor. 

The window, fortunately, was open. He balanced himself on the branch, taking in long and steady breaths. He slipped inside, tripping on the sill and landing on the floor with a loud thud. 

“Shit,” he hissed. He was certain he’d messed up his knee, but that was the least of his concerns. Don glanced over his shoulder and began to laugh. He couldn’t believe he’d made it all the way in the room. His hand flew to his mouth as he tried to quiet his laughter. There was shuffling in the room, a bright light coming on and revealing a confused Heffron. 

He held up a finger, fighting through laughter and sighed, glancing at the redhead through his lashes. “I’m…heh - shit. Babe, I think I’m lost…can’t remember where I’m staying. Can you help me?” 

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/ malarkeydonald /

Gene’s hand grabbed his bag reflexively.  

Donald got hit. Donald needed his help. - His legs were fast, strong, as the man slowly overcame the distance between them. Several meters, a few meters.

Gotcha!Roe stopped next to Don, crouching down to get a better view of the man. “- C'mon, where d'ya get?” His movements became uncertain, as he understood what was going on after a moment of silence.

Anger took control over him, over his thoughts.. “- Y'called me ta tell me this?! For God’s sake, Malarkey! People get hit, goddamn it! They need me, and y'call the medic for this?” Doc gritted his teeth, lowering his head to control the anger.

Roe wet his lips, before straightening up.Sometimes he was wondering - if they were real soldiers, or just boys who were thinking only about foolishnesses.

Fixing his gaze on Donald, Eugene pointed his finger at the man, trying to keep steady expression,

“- Y'call the medic one more damn time ta make a stupid joke and yer friends’re gonna die, y'hear me ..?!“ 

Shit!

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