#lelied

[weronlystardust]

Know what i miss?

Changi watches with my ladies

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lelied replied to your post: i’m so drunk right now. tbh i just wanna make out....

good lord be so careful or you’ll end up with jpitts kissing porn again

i am not at all in a careful mood tonight, babe.

[gingerwerk]

lelied replied to your post:  lying in bed eating food, listening to one of my fav bands, and rereading my...

what’s your fave fic?

Gone Are All The Days. (technically it’s a series of fics but whatever) 

i honestly love it so much and i just constantly want to talk about it

[gingerwerk]

Your fanfic author specialty is showing caring and support between platonic friends and balancing that with whatever romance stuff is going on, so that a story isn't about two people, it's about their entire lives/support networks meshing together. I really like it???

friendship is the most important ship!!!

and this is so sweet, thank you so much <3

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Submitted by lelied:

I’m thinking about what happens when Andy and Eddie survive to see V-J day. We know that Sledge and Snafu and the rest of King were based in China to wait out their “war plus six months” time.

Can you imagine Andy getting to spend time with his men (the ones who survived) and get to know them without the sick broken-bone ache of waiting for them to die because of one of his orders?

Andy’s never been an officer in peacetime. He finds that none of the men can be quite comfortable around him - sure, he could give speeches and extend some comfort to them in the theater, but now there’s nothing to motivate them through. They did their jobs - they survived the war. There isn’t much left to say to them, no more “you can make it”s and “think of home”s.

He finds that Eddie has a much easier time with the men under these conditions.

(“Oh, now, sir,” Eddie says, smirking when Andy makes that observation. “You just have to get out of the habit of protecting them. Give ‘em something tedious or tiring and let them hate you a little. If you’ve heard the one about a Marine with idle hands…”)

Andy wonders if Eddie finds it just as easy to manage him. He does find himself crossing paths with men who are struggling with a task or need some more instruction lately. Maybe Eddie knows that Andy’s another Marine who shouldn’t go too long without someone to mentor.

But.  But I just.  UGH.  I just love the idea that Eddie is so much more in-tune with what Andy, and everyone around Andy, needs, than Andy has ever been.  And Andy is just kind of in this state of continual side-eye when Eddie’s around.  And then it starts happening when Eddie’s not around.  The side-eye.  Like he just fucking knows.  This has to be Eddie.  And Andy is both annoyed (it’s SO ANNOYING.  HOW DO I NOT KNOW HOW TO DO THIS.) and amused.  And he’s lived for so long as the “leader,” knowing exactly what to say and when to say it to keep his men from thinking too hard, and he’s never not known how to do this.  Even coaching his football team back home, he knew exactly what to do.  But this.  This is way above his pay grade, and he just has no fucking idea.

And then one day he gives in.  Because he’s not that stubborn.  And he’s also intensely curious about this new thing: what it’s like to go to someone else for advice, to go to someone else and say, “What do I do.  Tell me what to do.”

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dear, erika.

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Submitted by lelied​:

HEY I HAVE BAD NEWS THIS IS ABOUT ANDY AND EDDIE I want so many more stories about pavuvu after glouchester and before peleliu because the entire corps was a different animal than it ever was before they spent any time in combat rank and discipline was crippled but still limping along. you still said sir and you didn’t hang out with your superiors. but there wasn’t any more training, not for the guys who’d been out there. they were half-starved and losing muscle mass by the day, it was all they could do to lay down and conserve calories. the new kids, like sledge, they still do grunt work, because the older guys sure as fuck aren’t gonna. (I scrub drums for no man, etc.) but there’s also the in-betweeness of eddie’s position. he used to be one of the NCOs. he would have been doing lipton’s job, he would have been reporting to gunny haney. now haney’s straightening his shoulders when eddie comes by, making a point of calling him sir with only a tiny little wink. eddie’s the guy who orders kids to get other kids to scrub drums, and he’s never felt like a kindergarten teacher before, but the fresh faces turning up every day might be giving him arthritis. and then andy, who doesn’t have anything to do but write letters about the boys who died, who hangs around the makeshift shooting ranges to see haney chew some poor green officer’s ass about fire discipline. he’s just as boney as the others, he was on just as short of rations, it’s been just as long since he had a clean pair of underwear. but he can’t show it. he won’t allow himself to show it. more than that, he has to tell himself that there’s nothing to show. so then eddie who has all these new responsibilities to navigate, who can’t even imitate what he’s seen other officers do before because all the rules have changed after glouchester anyway, he’s stuck worrying about andy like a mother hen. it goes double because andy’s not worrying about himself nearly enough. they’re on pavuvu to give the guys a break but - this isn’t a break for andy, it’s not any kind of lightening of the weight across andy’s shoulders, and god help him eddie just wants to - walk beside andy and - help him bear it up.

i give up

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lelied replied to your post:ok so liquor is a pretty american word and when I...

…as I kid I, an american, assumed it was the other way around: that europeans were getting drunk as shit off of chocolate liquors.

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