#lyselkatz

[basilone]

Happy 🎂!!!

Ahhh thank you!! 💜 That is so cute haha, you picked a wonderful scene! (The look on their faces, I’m dyin’, how adorable?!)

[thoughpoppiesblow]

AHHHHHH LYSEL I LOVE THIS I LOVE YOU THANK YOU

[junojelli]

😘❤💕

THANK YOU MY DEAR! I needed this today, its cheered me right up! 🥰

[howling-harpy]

Outsider pov: from Gene, on winnix after the ricochet bullet wound in Carentan? 😘❤

A/N: A sudden inspiration struck me with this one. Have some Roe~ * Eugene suspected it was always going to be a shock to see a familiar face entering the aid station. When Lieutenant Winters was escorted in, the very first thought in Eugene’s mind was “oh no, not him.” But it seemed that Lieutenant Winters would get to fight another day as it was only a ricochet bullet in his shin. It was painful for sure, but not actually serious as the bone was whole and all there was was a minor flesh wound, and Winters had to sit and wait until all the more seriously wounded had been treated before Eugene got to him.

Eugene was just finishing the bandage on the wound when the doors were thrown open. For a moment he feared it meant more wounded soldiers, but instead of stretcher-bearers it was Lieutenant Nixon who dashed in. “Dick! Oh God – What happened?! What’s wrong?!” he shouted as soon as his eyes happened on his friend. Eugene finished the bandage and took a step back to wipe his hands as Nixon rushed inside, slipping in the trails of blood on the floor. It was a fascinating sight since usually he was so calm and aloof like nothing could touch him, but now for once he was entirely serious, his eyes wide, and without a trace of his cocky smile. Winters looked embarrassed and quickly yanked his pantleg over the bandage. “I’m fine , Nix, it’s nothing,” he insisted and threw Eugene a look that seemed to be subtly begging for him to back him up, but Eugene wanted no part in the relations between the officers, so he just smiled and turned away. “But… But they told me you were shot!” Nixon insisted when he got next to the table while frantically scanning Winters with his eyes like there had to be a more serious wound he just hadn’t spotted yet. Eugene grimaced internally; to him it sounded like some thoughtless fool had offhandedly got the word to Nixon and made it sound worse than it was. Eugene stepped over a puddle of blood on the floor and fought against an urge to curse all the needless pain. “More like shot at,” Winters corrected on the table, obviously having come to a similar conclusion. “I got bit unlucky. It’s stupid, really.” “God, I’m going to kill Foley, he made it sound like you – “ Nixon sounded ready to rant, but came to an abrupt stop like he was about to break a taboo. He shook his head and settled on crowding Winters, deathly pale where Winters was blotchy red with embarrassment. Eugene decided to let them be. He had already seen plenty of soldiers worrying over their friends and gathered it was best to give them space, especially since this was the first time they were facing this sort of fear. Eugene felt the possibility of loss yawning in front of him like the edge of the world and firmly ignored it and got back to work. He washed his hands in a basin while on the edge of his field of vision Nixon was fidgeting next to Winters. Eugene didn’t look straight at them, but still spied with some amusement how Nixon clearly wanted to touch his friend but didn’t seem to know why or how. Eugene hid a smile into his collar. Winters was perfectly fine, fit for duty and not even rattled, but Nixon seemed unable to pick up on any of the obvious information even though it was literally perching on the table in front of him. Some intelligence officer he was. Eugene picked up all used instruments from a tray and dumped them into the basin now filled with dark pink water while keeping a subtle eye on the officers, more out of curiosity and amusement than anything else. Nixon’s hands hovered over Winters like he couldn’t decide what to do with them. “You’re fine… It’s fine… Totally fine…” he muttered under his breath, then finally gathered up the sense and courage to grasp Winters by the elbow. “It’s fine, Nix!” Winters insisted, his cheeks pink with embarrassment even when his voice remained stern. “It’s basically just a scratch.” Eugene wanted to roll his eyes and turn back to tell Winters to drop his tough guy persona and instead comfort his distressed friend, and only his sense of tact and manners kept him from doing so. At least Winters finally reached to touch Nixon’s hand where it was gripping his arm, and Eugene gave him a point for that at least. “Can you walk?” Nixon asked, his voice so unlike his cheeky self that Eugene had to turn fully away to give them some privacy. “Yes, I can walk,” Winters replied, a bit exasperated but still let Nixon help him off the table. Eugene took a subtle look at Winter’s stance when he put his weight on his wounded leg and made a mental note of his flinch. Nixon seemed to notice it too, but when he swooped in to put his arm around Winters’ waist to support him, Winters reddened and took a quick look around like he was afraid others witnessing their commanding officer needing help. “Nix –” he started to protest, but Nixon interrupted: “Your leg is hurt. This is what people do when someone’s leg is hurt. It’s just for a little while, okay? For a bit, just let me give you this.” His voice was so soft it was almost drowned out in the noise of the aid station, and the only reason why Eugene picked up on it was that he was already listening. To his ear Nixon sounded almost pleading. “Alright then, Lew,” Winters allowed and let Nixon press up against his side and wrap his arm around his waist while he put his arm around Nixon’s shoulders. Eugene watched from the corner of his eye when they swayed together out of the door and decided to look the other way.

[problematicfavesareproblematic]

I hope you'll feel better soon 😟

Sending you ❤❤❤

Oh honey, I’m feeling the love!

THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU AND BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[himbowelsh]

Oh, same with Skip if you're inspired. ✿ HAPPINESS and ✄ PET PEEVE headcanons please? Thank you ❤

fire the (head)canons   ( accepting! )

✿  for  a  HAPPINESS  headcanon

answered here!

✄  for  a  PET  PEEVE  headcanon

Unnaturally flavored foods.  He can appreciate some good junk food, but c’mon. Food shouldn’t be neon  ---  that can’t be healthy! There’s gotta be something weird in there, right?  Blue raspberry is not a flavor, and it shouldn’t taste like that!

Needles. Yes, vaccines are important   ---  and it’s not like he’s going to cry or anything...   but oh boy, he doesn’t enjoy them.   ( They turn him into a complete and utter wimp. )

Parents who let their kids put anything in their mouths.

Music in languages he can’t understand. What are they saying? He wants to know.

People who drive recklessly in general, but especially road rage. He can’t stand road rage. Skip is the most judgmental passenger, and this is why he’s personally banned himself from Toye, Guarnere, and Penkala’s cars. You want to get where you’re going as much as the next guy, we get it, you don’t have to scream it  ---

He hasn’t been a spaghetti fan, since...  y’know.

Long lines. Frankly, he doesn’t have the patience. The type of guy who starts bouncing on his heels in long lines, trying to make conversation with the people around just to keep himself busy. At stores, he’s literally left and came back later, because the wait was too much.

People who pick on weaker people just because they can. Nothing sours Skip’s milk faster than bullies. If he sees that shit going on, he ends it, period.

Dolls. They spook him the hell out! Thankfully his little sister had a bigger fondness for arts and crafts as a kid, because the few dolls she had unnerved Skip to hell and back. If they’re paper, they don’t freak him out; if they have button eyes or sewed on faces, that’s fine. They don’t look real. It’s the ones with the glass, human-looking eyes that seem to follow him everywhere...  he’s not scared of them, they’re just creepy.

People who don’t know the first thing about yodeling, yet still attempt to yodel.

[hurglewurm]

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thank you c: 

[jossujb]

Hello my dear, For the artist ask 9. How much time do you spend drawing on an average day? 13. Do you prefer to keep your art personal, or do you like drawing things for other people? 18.What are you currently trying to improve on? 😘❤

9. How much time do you spend drawing on an average day?

That varies a lot cos my time is directly tied into depression, but generally speaking I spend three or so hours doing something creative. Usually later in the evening. Not necessarily drawing every time, I might be writing or doing some crafts or things like that.

13. Do you prefer to keep your art personal, or do you like drawing things for other people? 

I am the kinda person who would not draw anything if I wasn’t posting it somewhere. That’s the main motivator, and if I am not posting it means directly that I am not doing anything either.

18.What are you currently trying to improve on?

Believe it or not, but perspective, actually. This is actually the reason why I have been bothering to draw full background of rooms and objects in the rooms as of late, cos I know I am not like super good at it, but I am at a place I could see myself achieving something.

Thank you for playing!