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George made it his business to attempt to track down the guys of Easy Company, and he successfully did so with multiple people.. But he could never pinpoint the location of the very elusive Joe Liebgott. That guy was a mystery, and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t given up his search.. He had nothing to go on, the guy never showed up at the get togethers or anything, it was like he vanished!

George wasn’t particularly fond of being out of state, it was really tiring, and he had a bad habit of going to the nearest local bar to get wasted (don’t worry, he’s sober right now). It was getting kind of dark out too, so he decided to pack up and head to the place he was staying at.

Not many people were on the streets, and it wasn’t like he was nervous, but he was tired and just wanted to go to sleep.. That is, until he stole a glance at the man he bumped shoulders with when passing by.. He hesitated taking his next step, in fact, he took a second glance back at the guy who continued to walk.. He would recognize those pointed features anywhere..

George was scared the guy would vanish into thin air, so he began following him with a grin, nonchalantly of course.. Finally when he caught up, he grabbed the other’s shoulder firmly. “You gotta be kidding me, I gave up lookin’ for you ages ago and I bump into your skinny ass by chance on the fuckin’ street?!”

#jdliebgott #{ ic }#{ starter; closed }#{ v;postwar }#{ v; postwar }#{ liebgott }#i still got that mobile skill

I want the K. [muahahaha]

{ I WANT THE K }

“Frank! Yeah, Frank, you–”

George beckoned quietly from the doorway, almost as if he wanted to stay a little hush hush. Perconte didnt really seem like he was about to willingly follow, and instead gave him a glare and turned his head. “Goddamnit Frank, get the fuck over here!” Finally, it seemed he managed to get his friends attention (not without a very unnecessary fight though).

“I can’t believe I’m still letting you in on this after you bitched at me like that.” He shook his head dismissively as he pulled out a full bottle of spirits. “I could’ve just as easily called anyone else over and shared with them, and they wouldn’t have put me through–”

‘OKAY. Shut the fuck up George, I GET IT.’

Biting his lip to hold back a smile, Luz gave a final nod, feeling pleased that he not only made his point, but managed to piss the other off significantly.

With that, he popped the top and they began to drink. The alcohol was strong, burning sensation accompanying it as you swallow. They didn’t care, they were looking to get drunk, and it did its job, plus it warmed them up pleasantly. It was a mystery how long they’d been drunk now, at this point they were simply making conversation, mostly gossiping about the other guys, the usual. That is until George pulled out another great conversation starter, a magazine he claimed he found that was entirely in German. They seemed to be pretty entertained by it, poking fun at the fashion, trying to pronounce words, and even making up stories to go with the pictures.

“Oh shit Frank look! Toothpaste! Or wait.. Is it toothpaste..?”

‘I dunno.. It looks like toothpaste.. Unless it’s shampoo or somethin..’

Next page.

“Damn, that perfume looks fuckin’ expensive..”

Sadly it wasn’t the kind of add that was a scratch and sniff sample.

'Hey maybe when this shits over you can order one, huh? Treat yourself I bet you could pull it off’

“Yeah, okay, if either of us survives, we should order a bottle.”

A chuckle followed his words as he tore the page from the magazine and pocketed it.. I wonder if they paid for long distance shipping.. On the next page was another perfume add, this one had a picture of a fancy young man and woman kissing with an even fancier looking perfume bottle on the side.

At the sight of the picture, the two of them became stuck on the subject, how long had it been since you’ve had an actual kiss. And it seemed neither of them had really kissed anyone in a while, like an actual kiss.. One where you knew the other person and it wasn’t really out of the blue. “I’m gonna try something out, don’t freak the fuck out, okay?” With a simple nod and shrug from Perco, Luz leaned forward and planted a small kiss on the others lips. It was really kind of weird and didn’t necessarily feel right either, but the two of them were intoxicated so whatever.

'The fuck are you even trying to do George? Cause it really isn’t working–’

“I dunno what I was expecting.”

{ @shotintheass }

#shotintheass #{ asks }#{ ic }#{ frank }#who can say where the road goooes

‘I want the K'

{ I WANT THE K }

The showers were packed, everyone trying to get in just to wash the build up of dirt, blood, and sweat off as much as they possibly could. Nobody paid attention to anyone else, all of them transfixed on being clean, and if Luz wasn’t a part of it, he would’ve laughed at it, but he had other plans right now.

Running rough fingers through his hair, he could practically feel the dirt slide down to his feet, it was truly disgusting (guess it just came with the job).. Finally he felt satisfied with his hygiene and left the crowded showers, towel in one hand and clothes in the other (of course he had underwear on, he had it on during the shower too).

He hoped to find some place private but could only find a room where one other person was already occupying.. So, with a sigh of disappointment, he simply chose the one that looked the nicest. “Sorry Joe you made the mistake of keeping the door unlocked!” And with that, he gave a somewhat satisfied hum that he might have successfully irritated someone, and began getting dressed..

Honestly, at second glance, Lieb actually cleaned up pretty well. He’d taken a shower earlier and looked as though he already groomed himself, he couldn’t really tell, his hair always seemed to be like that, unless he managed to find a comb somewhere. Unlike George’s hair, which was a mess and soaking wet, apparently he didn’t give much attention to drying it.

“Boy, you really took the time to freshen up didn’t ya?” He sounded almost embarrassingly sincere when he said this, prompting him to just get his undershirt on already and join his buddy on the couch. It was comfier than he expected, and it wasn’t falling apart like all the others, score.

He noticed how quiet the other was, it was unusual, usually the man would’ve said something by now, made a snarky remark, or just sneered.. But nope, none of that, and Luz would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little uncomfortable because of this.. A huff of uncertainty left his lips before he turned to face his friend, “Fine, don’t say anything.” He frowned, letting silence sink in for a moment before turning again and propping his weight up on the cushion of the opposing side of the couch so he was face to face with the other. “Are you ignoring me?” You could tell he was offended. ‘No, goddamnit George I–’ But before he could even finish his sentence, Luz leaned in and pressed his lips against those of the barber.. He wasn’t quite sure why he was doing this, or what he would get out of it, but he didn’t stop immediately, nor did the other pull away (considering he was trapped between him and the couch).

It did take a moment for the two of them to even get comfortable with what was happening. He was losing feeling in his arm though, and finally made the move to climb over so he was straddling the others legs.. On second thought, this didn’t do much to make him more comfortable, but whatever.

Finally after a good minute or two, he finally decided to get up, not saying a word before he grabbed his coat and got to the entrance of the room. “Lock your fuckin’ door Joe.”

{ @jdliebgott }

#jdliebgott #{ asks }#{ ic }#{ liebgott }#TAKE ME TO FUCKING CHURCH #i need to confess my sin s

wnq-writers

I haven’t been myself for so long. But I tell myself there’s nothing wrong with being gone too long, as long as I come back, right?

@enigmatic-thinker (via wnq-writers)

#{ musings }#LMFAOyoimsotired

ifellinthefandom

Looking for the fluff instead of the smut

#lmaoo nawwp smut is just not for me #read my lips--#i am a child.#i am like 2 yrs old wtv even is smut #ive never heard of it #{ outofjokes }

{ ahh i have quite a few replies and asks finished, i just haven't had the time to post them, things will be up on the weekend at the latest. }

#college applications #swimming #fuckn switching classes #all that wonderful jazz #im on mobile atm #on ma bed #just finished three applications fuq yeah #{ outofjokes }

guttersniper

✘

meme.accepting!

✘ = hugging them .

and even through that attitude of being a man wizened beyond his years and constant humor, mutt was sitting by himself now, exposed to the soft snow beginning to fall, settled against a tree. a tree that had yet to be destroyed by the constant barrages they faced. a tree not torn to shreds at the most recent attack. it might not have caused a tree to uproot, but it caused the loss of two lives. two men how never failed to put that constant smile on mutt’s face. next to nothing had been found of their bodies, even after malark took to digging for any remains of his friends. all that was found was a crucifix. of course, he coundn’t complain.

luz had tried crawling for that foxhole that contained the two lost souls ( now they were lost ) when the artillery shell had directly hit them, and then a dud one in front of him and lipton. mutt’s cheek has been gashed open, and it ran down his face in a continuous stream. a slight poultice had been placed on it until eugene or ralph could get to it, to stop the bleeding, if only for a little while. he waited and he waited, growing into a the thousand yard stare that was common in soldiers. called over, mutt stands up and ambles over, arms held closely to his shivering body.

he stood up for spina had crouched to his height, tending to the wound on his cheek, looking into his eyes, checking to see if they were glassy. it was plain to see that the cheerfulness of youth had been stolen at that moment. four friends. gone. just like that. and buck was a close fifth. he nearly jumped when he felt the hands on his shoulders. spina was finished with him, allowing mutt to go away, to give time for himself.

the hands belonged to luz, permanent cigarette slouched in between his lips. mutt looked back at him, face indifferent. luz pulled him in closer, and mutt turned around, collapsing into the hug. the sobs weren’t silence like he hoping: each choked sound echoed across the uneasy silence that has taken across the group of men. he patches his hands over his mouth, not wrapping his own arms around luz. they stood there, the two of them, luz with the boy glued to his arms and the sobbing child. just what the atmosphere needed. the sounds of a little boy crying over his dead friends.

#omg no da baby #protect da baby #*takes mutt and stores him in breadbox so he is safe*#{ saves }#{ drabbles }#{ mutt }#{ little buddy }

arosu-sama

Send me ‘I want the K’ in the inbox and I’ll generate a number

Me and input-command have collaborated and decided to make the meme bigger, more fun and crazy. We think we made it more complete and random than it was before. Happy drawing or whatever you’ll do with it! :D Use https://www.random.org/ to generate a number!

barbcr

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#{ memes }#OOPS.

seventored

#rockin that suit tho #{ face }#{ v; modern }

“TELL ME” ( no idea if i sent this or not. )

{ MY MUSE WILL BLURT SOMETHING OUT TO YOURS. } 34.

Glug!

Everyone was drinking like a fish, one drink after the other, it was a miracle that nobody passed out or threw up on somebody yet. It was comparable to a party, everyone letting loose and having fun, drinks, smokes, games, everything anyone could ever ask for! It was a bunch of crazy kids having the opportunity to do whatever the hell they wanted, of course, within some limits..

Luz was currently going table to table, harassing everyone he possibly could until they would get sick of it and eventually shoo him away. It was like he had a mental list of all the people he needed to bother for the day.. In between his rounds, he did a little snooping around that would probably get him in trouble if he got caught. But he was bored and needed to do something.. That’s when he found it, the motherload. Now, usually he’d go to someone like Frank, but he needed a good chuckle, and that meant going to someone who’s decisions would be heavily influenced by their alcohol consumption, and what do ya know, the one and only Joe Liebgott looked like he had drunk more than he could handle–

PERFECT.

He smiled like the Cheshire cat as he sat down beside the man. Quickly looking around to make sure nobody was within hearing distance before whopping three packs of cigarettes on the table and raising his brow. “JOE–” He cleared his throat, adjusting his volume. “You wouldn’t believe it– I JUST found the most incredibly stash of goodies.” And by goodies, he meant cigarettes, candy, and more, hell, they probably had chocolate.. It wasn’t like George didn’t have chocolate or anything, he had plenty, but he felt kind of bad not giving Lieb any..

‘TELL ME.’

“Only if you kiss me.”

He winked and smiled, if he was going to give up the jackpot of all jackpots, he wanted a little something in return, and this was the only thing he could come up with.. It honestly took a moment of thinking before he realized how ridiculous he probably sounded, the alcohol was definitely talking.. Saying things he himself would never say while sober.. Unless he were trying to mess with someone.

{ @jdliebgott }

#{ asks }#{ ic }#{ liebgott }#jdliebgott #GODDAMNIT #whymemother

“TELL ME”

{ MY MUSE WILL BLURT SOMETHING OUT TO YOURS. }1.

Someone was very very angry, the last cookie had been stolen, and nobody knew who done it.. That is.. Nobody except Luz, he knew exactly who did it, and he had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at everyone arguing and bickering amongst each other..

So the thing was, everyone was already arguing about who should take the last cookie, and Luz took it upon himself to decide, his decision being HE should have the last cookie! Boy, and he thought it would fix the problem, it only made everyone even more angry at one another. He couldn’t blame them, it was really tasty. When he heard anyone bring the subject up, he literally had to leave the room so they wouldn’t catch him laughing.

That’s when Adèle caught him giggling at two of the men, trying to crack down who stole it, and he was then confronted by her, and questioned several times until he just couldn’t take it anymore. He finally broke, howling with laughter, “OKAY OKAY I TOOK THE LAST COOKIE!” Let it be known, nobody wanted to talk to Luz for at least an entire week.

{ @bookprotector }

#{ asks }#{ ic }#lool he totally would #what a troll #bookprotector

TELL ME (this is a meme XD)

{ MY MUSE WILL BLURT SOMETHING OUT TO YOURS. }15.

George simply laughed as he took another gulp of his drink, there was no way in hell he’d tell anyone some of his most personal secrets.. In fact he was very tempted to just tell the man to ‘shove it up his and to leave him alone’. He was trying to have a nice time right now.. No need to pry at him, and he would’ve been in a better mood had the guy not kept asking.

“There isn’t enough booze in the WORLD to make me tell you.”

A bitter huff escaped his nose at the end of his remark, giving the man the best glare he could (it was difficult when you were intoxicated). Nope, don’t try to get information out of him when he’s drunk.. He wasn’t quite sure what Reiner expected in the first place, after all, they were enemies.

{ @fcindbild }

#{ asks }#{ ic }#{ reiner }#this what happens when u punch && stab a man #he wont trust u w his secrets #LOL #fcindbild

artbabies

WOW! YIKES!

#lol i just really wanted this on my blog okay #could this count as musings? probably #{ musings }#{ likes }

✯ (bloodstainsthesesands)

{ FIRST MEETING SCENARIOS } ✯ : at a cafe/restaurant

If it wasn’t for this cafe, George would never be able to get through the morning, and of course, a fresh cup of coffee was always appreciated. Today, he was up earlier than usual, so he had a little extra time to sit down and relax.

Standing in line, he waited for his turn to order when the guy in front of him was taking his sweet ol’ time, it wasn’t like Luz particularly cared or anything, but he couldn’t say the same for the people behind him, not to mention he looked like a little kid in an ice cream shop trying to chose what flavor to have. He simply assumed the guy had never been there before.

Clearing his throat, he patted the strangers shoulder and smiled, “Hey buddy, take it from me, the caramel latte is always to die for.”

{ @bloodstainsthesesands }

#{ asks }#{ ic }#bloodstainsthesesands #oo so i wasnt sure what kind of verse u wanted to i kinda yolo'd it loll #hope its okay :p #twice-the-fury

{ FIRST MEETING SCENARIOS }Ω : on the dance floor

It was exactly what it appeared to be, everyone drunk and dancing to a few tunes. Nobody was really sure how it happened, or when the music started, but nobody was against it either, and they all went along with it. A bunch of people having a good time who had a little too much funny juice. Most of them even brought their drinks to accompany them as they drank, they’d be damned if someone stole it, which probably wouldn’t happen, instead they’d most likely lose track of it and have to buy another.

George was practically lost amongst all the jubilant intoxicated dancers, if you were to ask him, he would be modest and say he was moderately drunk, when in reality he was wasted. Anyways, there he was, trying his best to get through the crowd, when finally someone big enough accidentally knocked him to the ground. “Awe jeez pal, I’d say you owe me a drink now–” Now that his was on the floor with him.