#charlewinchesteriii

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@charlewinchesteriii

“Hey, remember that time you tried to cook some decent food, and you gave up because you couldn’t find any good ingredients? I finally found a good use for some of that lard.”

Stella placed a napkin-wrapped object on his lunch tray. “Paczki, a Polish tradition, especially on Fat Tuesday. Terrible for your health, but so very worth it.”

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        “It’s Tuesday morning,” Helga said, partaking in an exercise in patience. She took a deep breath, then looked up at the Major. Rank be damned, she was going into command mode.

        “You need sleep, Charles. I don’t want to hear any excuses. The only thing that’s allowed to keep you from that cot is incoming wounded.”

[femmelieutenant-a-blog]

🎶 -Dean or Charles.

Send 🎶 and I’ll create a mini playlist (3 - 7 songs ) for our muses relationship

Dean:

I’ll Be There For You - The Rembrandts (Friends theme)

Cigarettes and Alcohol - Oasis

Friends Never Say Goodbye - Elton John

Charles:

Roll Over Beethoven - Chuck Berry

Suicide is Painless (instrumental) - M*A*S*H theme (I’m lazy shhhh)

The Ring Cycle - Richard Wagner. (Just... all of it.)

[femmelieutenant-a-blog]

Goodbye (for Dean or Charles, take your pick.)

Send me “Goodbye” for the last voice message my muse leaves for yours before they die. 

For Dean:

        “Hey, Dean, I’m going to be in the area… figured I’d stop by and say ‘hi’. It’s been a while… Yeah… I’ll see you in a few hours.”

For Charles:

        “Charles, it’s me. I know it’s been a while, but I’ve been busy with work. About to have a bit of free time, though. Want to meet up? I’ll bring the brandy~.”

[luxche]

“What would you be doing right now if you were allowed to do anything in the world, Mairead?” -Charles

“I’d probably be sleeping,” Mairead admitted, shrugging. “Why?”

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[femmelieutenant-a-blog]

⊕ whichever you want

Send me a ⊕ for an aesthetic graphic for our muses.

I couldn’t choose, so I did both.

[femmelieutenant-a-blog]

120. Charles or Dean, whichever works best.

Followers send a number to your ask and you write a drabble using that sentence/prompt in your piece.

        “He’s pampering me, let him be.”

        “This is not exactly standard protocol, Lieutenant.”

        Helga looked up from her book at the Major, then to the side, following the Private who had left with her eyes. He was young, naive, not the cutest, but eager to please. Thus he was perfect for a bit of lighthearted fun.

        “Look, we’re not on shift, and he started it. He offered. Am I not allowed to have a little fun?”

        “Have you considered this isn’t fun to him?”

        She set the book down. “Major? Frankly, I don’t care. I’m along for the ride. And if it gets bad? I’m an adult. I can take care of it myself. Your concern is noted, but unfounded.”

        Charles frowned and crossed his arms. “I’m hardly concerned for you. He’s the one my worry lies with. Young men can be...”

        “Foolish?”

        “Simply put.”

        “Well, he’ll have to learn sometime, now won’t he?” Helga picked her book back up. “He’s in the middle of a war. I don’t think this will be the worst thing he’ll encounter. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d really like to get this chapter done before my shift starts.”

        He shook his head. “You won’t last here with that mentality.”

        Helga shrugged. Lasting at the 4077 was not something she intended to do, anyway. If her request went through, Helga would be back in the field in no time.

[luxche]

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It seemed like she had been in the OR for days, following the weary orders of the surgeons with a practiced efficiency, though she knew if it were any sort of efficiency, she wouldn’t be as exhausted as she was now. 

Why did this war have to go on like it did? 

Weren’t there people on either side who were tired of fighting, the same way she was tired of seeing boys younger than herself  (some of them returning patients, which only made her shake her head before another task demanded her attention) come in all bloodied and broken? 

A peaceful sleep had become something foreign to her- she existed in a constant state of exhaustion, accompanied by moments of panic that were commonplace at the 4077th- and she knew she wasn’t the only one. The surgeons worked twice as hard as she, if not harder, and she knew Charles was almost dead on his feet himself. 

“Go get some rest,” she said when she caught up with him in the mess tent. “You look dead on your feet.”