turn week | day 5: favorite relationship
ben tallmadge and caleb brewster
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turn week | day 5: favorite relationship
ben tallmadge and caleb brewster
Wow. Right? I mean, I always assumed he’d be a vodka man. A vodka guy, exactly.
“young adult dystopian novels are so unrealistic lmao like they always have some random teenage girl rising up to inspire the world to make change.”
a hero emerges
And just like in the novels, grown men and women are going out of their way to destroy her. Support our hero.
And it’s not even like it doesn’t happen regularly.
Teenage girls are amazing.
Sometimes they’re not even teenagers
Reblog every time a girl is discredited/ignored
Who they are:
Emma Gonzalez
Malala Yousafzai
Ruby Bridges
Greta Thunberg
Mari Copeny
Autumn Peltier
Afreen Khan
Sophie Cruz
Charlottesville Black Students Union
Naomi Wadler
DAPL protestors (names not found)
Ahed Tamimi
This isn’t a coincidence. Revolutions almost always happen when the population of a country is at its youngest and that’s a lot more true nowadays with social media.
Claudette Colvin was actually the first one to refuse her seat in Montgomery, Alabama to a white passenger. The movement chose to promote Rosa Parks as the figure for that form of protest because Claudette was a pregnant 15-year-old girl.
Barbara Rose Johns was a 16-year-old who organized a student strike protesting segregated schools. This strike, after gaining support of the NAACP, became a lawsuit that turned into Brown vs. The Board of Education and resulted in the desegregation of U.S schools nationally.
7th-grader Mary Beth Tinker, disturbed by the Vietnam War, decided to wear an arm band with a peace sign on it in protest. Her school suspended her. Her family filed a suit, Tinker vs. Des Moines, which reached the Supreme Court and ruled in her favor, ensuring that students and teachers maintain their right to free speech while in school.
Freddie & Truus Oversteegen were sisters who joined a Dutch resistance movement in WWII in their teens. They lured, ambushed, and assassinated Nazis and Dutch collaborators. They also blew up a railway line, transported Jewish refugees to new hiding places, and worked in an emergency hospital.
Our history books may like to showcase male figures, but behind every movement is a young girl ready to make a change. It was true then, it’s true now, and future generations of teenage girls will go on to inspire progress, whether they’re credited or not.
The Man from U.N.C.L.E. (2015)
Band of Brothers : Favourite scenes per episode ~ Currahee
“you’re an idiot”
yeah, i know
who isn’t an idiot ???
doesn’t solve anything
“you are officers, you are grown ups, you outta know”
guilts people into doing their job
sick burn
get the ice out !!!!
Babe: I once fell into a pile of bricks when I was a kid.
Roe: What?
Babe: And I don’t remember much of it.
Roe: What?!
Babe: Yeah, I was climbing, cause we were playing hide-and-seek, and I thought I has the best hiding spot. Turns out, I was wrong! The branch broke and I just fell —
Roe: This explains a lot.
Babe: – and after that I could see ghosts.
Roe: wHAt???
Drew my half-orc with her hair down for twitter
So I’m making this anonymous only because I don’t want to feel I’m looking for too much attention, but my dog died today completely unexpectedly and I feel like shit 😰 could I pretty please request something with Easy and dogs. If this is not your forte I totally understand ☺️
Oh god, darling, I’m so sorry. Losing a pet is a pain unlike any other, almost like losing a part of yourself... as much as you’re hurting right now, just remember your dog always knew they were loved, and loved you back just as much. You gave your pup a great life, and wherever they are now, they still love you.
If you’re looking for Easy and dogs, I have a few fics you might like:
baberoe has a dog incident
luztoye has another dog incident
bullmartin and yet another dog incident
winnix has a colorful dog incident (soulmate au!)
not a fic, but a very accurate edit of easy co as dogs
And here’s something soft and puppyish... hopefully it makes you feel better!
Sometimes people seek out a new pet; sometimes, they have pet-parenthood thrust upon them.
In Joe Liebgott’s case, it happens literally. Someone leaves a wine box on the floor of his cab; he notices a few minutes after he drops the guy off, and he’s just doubling back to try and find him when the box starts squeaking.
Joe almost crashes the car.
As if turns out, the box’s precious cargo isn’t liquor, but... puppies. An absurd amount of puppies. Mind you, Joe’s never owned a dog in his life, so more than two puppies seems like an absurd amount to him, and there’s gotta be, like... six in here. Six squirming balls of fur, can’t be more than a few weeks old. Their eyes are hardly open yet. They’re climbing over each other to escape the box as soon as Joe opens it... but everything they can’t say, the sharpie scribbled on the inside of the cardboard speaks for itself.
FREE PUPPIES, DO NOT RETURN
Which... shit. Shit. Joe races through all the possibilities in his mind. The guy didn’t give his name, and paid in cash. He dropped him off at the airport. He could be damn anywhere right now!
And god help him if Joe has the first clue what to do with literal infant dogs.
Logic tells him, “go to the animal hospital now,” but he’s never been there in his life --- and aren’t those places overcrowded anyway? They’re in the middle of Santa Monica, there’ve got to be multiple animal shelters around, but god help him if he knows where any are...
Joe goes home. He panics, okay?
He has to sneak past the doorman, through the lobby, and into the elevator with a very conspicuous wine box that keeps making noises. The old lady from the fourth floor glares at him the whole ride up, and Joe can only nod his head at her while a tiny head pokes out a hole in the cardboard.
Web isn’t home, for once, because he has a lunch date with his editor; Joe almost wishes he was, because having someone else to bounce off of in this situation would be a great thing. Left to his own devices, however, he does the only thing he can think of; pulls the spare comforter out of the closet, lays it down in the empty bathtub, and dumps the pups in. After some consideration, he adds one of Web’s shark plushies, because the pups are tiny and probably missing their mother.
Their mother... shit, they need their mom, don’t they? Pups that small can’t be without their mom, he knows he saw that on Animal Planet somewhere...
And, because Joe’s got the panic instincts of a twelve year old boy, he calls the one person who definitely knows what to do with a baby: his mom.
Mama Liebgott makes it to the apartment in twenty minutes. Ten minutes later, she’s setting up a heating pad in the puppies’ nest, while Joe scours the internet for how to care for newborn puppies. Mama calls in the troops --- Joe’s sisters are on their way.
They send Joe out of the apartment with a list; when he comes back, his arms are weighed down with shopping bags, filled with formula, eyedroppers, puppy toys, and anything else little dogs could possibly need. Joe Liebgott is never one to half-ass shenanigans; he goes all-out.
Webster comes home to... chaos.
Their bathroom has been turned into an improvised NICU, their apartment’s been sanitized and baby-proofed to high-hell, Joe’s mother and sisters are lounging around the living room with tiny bundles of something in their arms...
And in the middle of the chaos, Joe’s standing there, a blanket-wrapped bundle in his arms, bouncing it and cooing softly.
“Yeah, you’re a tough one, arencha, little buddy? Yeah... I see it in ya. You’re a fighter. We’re gonna take good care of you, I promise...”
He has no clue what the hell is going on, but Webster melts. To the floor. Literally, his legs get a little weak.
“Uh --- Lieb? You wanna explain what on earth’s h--- is that a dog?”
Joe just grins. He’s never been an animal person in his life, but now he looks like he’s in heaven. “Dogs,” he declares. “We’ve got dogs, Web.”’
Webster has entered the Twilight Zone.
When they take them to the vet (Webster’s idea, because he actually has common sense), the puppies are given a clean bill of health, but as they’re definitely too young to be separated from their mother, there’s a laundry list of things that must be done to take care of them. The vet offers to take the puppies off their hands, and Webster has a brief moment of overwhelming relief, before Joe answers, “Thank you, but we got this.”
Webster drops his coffee all over the exam room floor. “We?” He demands, too shocked to form a cohesive sentence. “We?”
Joe’s eyes flash. “Fine, Web. You don’t gotta be involved, I’ll take care of ‘em myself. Found ‘em in my car, after all.”
“I live with you, asshole!”
And that’s how Webster and Liebgott become Dog Moms.
Of course Web’s going to help. He’s not a monster. He’s actually a pretty decent person, when push comes to shove... and, once the Liebgott Crisis Team have all returned to their respective homes, he can’t bear to leave Joe to look after the babies by himself.
The worst part is, he’s not even a dog person. Suddenly, he and Joe are being kept up at all hours by a league of puppies. They’re so young that they can’t eat solid food yet, so it’s a round-the-clock task to keep them fed and looked after.
Of course, Joe takes to the task like a diligent soldier, following every direction the vet gave them to a ‘t’. He takes a week off work, devoting himself 24/7 to the puppies’ care. It’s a lot on him. By the end of the fourth day, he’s been run ragged, dark shadows under his eyes and exhaustion knitting his brow. Web makes him some tea, settles him down on the couch, and massages his shoulders until Joe falls asleep. Then he takes on the task of feeding all six puppies by himself.
He gets peed on. Thrice.
It’s still worth it. After a few weeks, the puppies don’t need to be fed so frequently... and they’re growing enough that there’s no more containing them in the bathtub. Joe and Web set up a puppy playpen that ends up taking up most of their living room, and set the kids loose.
By now, the pups are old enough to wreak havoc, and starting to develop their own personalities. Shelley and Rocko have a talent for getting into everything, Byron is a biter, Goblin has no coordination and keeps tripping over his oversized feet, Fiona cries when either of them leave her alone, and Greg... Greg is an escape artist. (Bonus points for guessing who named who. They got three pups each.)
Their house becomes a hub of curious friends and relatives. Tab and Shifty are over nearly every day to play with the pups; Joe’s youngest sister Amy keeps coming over too, and Tab won’t stop hitting on her; they wake up one morning to find Luz passed out in the Puppy Pit, tiny dogs clambering all over him, and no one knows how the hell he got in their house. Suddenly Joe and Web are the most popular guys in town.
It’s... weird. Webster’s never been popular before. He’s not sure he likes it.
Weeks turn into months, and at some point, the pups are big enough to clamber around the apartment unaided. The vet estimates they’re twelve weeks old now, and keeping them inside is becoming a big challenge. Their building doesn’t allow dogs, for one, and they have to keep sneaking them past the concierge; potty training is becoming a living nightmare; and frankly, the dogs are getting too big to be cooped up inside all the time. Six newborn puppies is one thing, but six growing dogs... different story.
They need to get rid of the dogs.
Thankfully, they’ve got no shortage of volunteers. Joe’s mom takes Goblin “for protection”, even if Goblin’s the clumsiest little monster that’s ever walked the face of the earth. Luz and Rocko have bonded, so he takes him home. Tab would probably adopt them all if he could, but since he can’t (Trigger is a handful already) Shifty lovingly takes on Shelley. oddly enough, Speirs has formed a special attachment to Fiona, cradling her like a baby and doting on her ever chance he gets, so he gets her. Rocko is a little evil, but he’s cute, and Nixon is a sucker for a cute face, so he gets the chaos demon.
That leaves them with Byron. Freaking Byron.
“Figures we’d get left with the one dog with the worst goddamn name ---”
Joe has a soft spot for Byron. They both like to bite things, growl when they’re angry, and pass out in strange places, so it’s a great fit.
Letting a dog into their lives wasn’t something either of them planned on; but sometimes fate intervenes, and you never know when it will be for the better.
Cuddled up on the couch, with Joe dozing against his shoulder and Byron a heavy weight between them both, Web finds that he doesn’t regret a thing.
Band of Brothers + Onion articles yet again…
religion: babe’s laugh after doc roe tells him to watch the goddamn line
Band of Brothers + ao3 tags: Part 1/?
Part 2 Part 3
what really went down in babe’s head during this moment
Ooh if you're still feeling up to writing: Winnix and Speirton finding out about each other. In canon or just whenever
A/N: I had way too many ideas about this and it was really hard to keep short, but here’s something! It sort of got out of hand anyway.
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Lewis is almost too hungover for this, but even he knows when he has seriously messed up. He also knows that he needs to pull himself together when he’s once again reminded what he stands to lose when despite his obvious anger Dick is still caring enough to bring him a glass of water. The morning sun stings in Lewis’ eyes but he ignores it in order to sit up and down the water, hoping to wash down the lingering taste of bile. He’s still thirsty when the glass is empty, but when he puts it down he's faced with the thin, angry line of Dick’s mouth and crossed arms, and he forgets about the thirst. “I can explain,” Lewis blurts out.
We’re all scared. You hid in that ditch because you think there’s still hope. But Blithe, the only hope you have is to accept the fact that you’re already d e a d, and the sooner you accept that, the sooner you’ll be able to function as a soldier’s supposed to function. Without mercy, without compassion, without remorse. All war depends on it.