ZIM ZAM GOD DAMN WE'RE THE AIRBORNE INFANTRY

ind. sel. sideblog multimuse for hbo's band of brothers please read rules before interaction !

[wcrdcddy-blog]

You know what – screw this… There aren’t many blogs out there that are ww2 related and it kind gets frustrating looking for them. Would you mind liking/reblogging if you are a ww2 rp blog or have a verse set in that time??? 

[bad-intentixns]

[leoholzer]

#dick winters is judging you

[contemplativeckik]

[toccoamade]

anyone 6'0 or taller: stands near me

me: [softly] for fuck's sake

[tranquilihty]

neck kissing is honestly the hottest, most seductive thing anybody could ever do to me. if you kiss my neck, if you playfully bite my neck, if your tongue touches my neck i will melt in your fingertips.

[delustive]

[movingblogsbye-deactivated20170]

[easytrusted]

                  Right now  —– down at the airfield , there is a German general  angry about having to surrender to Pvt . Heffron  from  Philly  -  lt’s beneath his stature .  l thought 2nd Lt . Carwood Lipton from West Virginia could soothe his  ruffled  feathers  .  LIKE / REBLOG if you’d be interested in writing with a  CARWOOD LIPTON  from hbo war’s BAND  OF BROTHERS  !!  independent  &  selective , written by an actual swedish human disaster .  sign up to the airborne for an extra 50 bucks a month , all you gotta do is JUMP out of airplanes * !!  

[toccoamade]

             this is the purest interaction in cinematic history & no one can tell me otherwise . never mind that i can’t see it through the tears , i know it by heart . 

[vaultbb-blog]

Could you please reblog this if it is okay to ask you straight up if you want to ship?

I am a baby and need reassurance that I’m not being too pushy by asking

[martyrsuggestion]

to whom it may concern, if God lays a hand on that boy, I will singlehandedly rip God’s throat out.

[toccoamade]

assuredofthis:

       nobody has a bad word to say about winters — except, perhaps, that he doesn’t drink — and everybody knows, nate included, that easy is his company, that it’ll always be his favourite. nate wants to do a good job.  ❝ going from platoon to company command is something of a step up. ❞ one he can handle, nate’s assured of that, but a step nevertheless.  ❝ ah, so, cornerstone of the platoon? i’ve won him, i’ve won them all? ❞

              ❝  it’s  a  leap  ,  fick  -  it’s  all  about landing on your feet .  ❞  and he has every confidence that’s exactly what nate will do . it’s a relief to know easy would be in capable hands , and although he might still be struggling with --- letting go , he feels notably more relaxed knowing the company has competent leadership in his absence .  ❝ yea , that’s the gist of it ❞ a genuine laughter escapes him , brows arching as lips settle into an amused curl ❝ but more like when you’ve won him he’ll win the others for you .  ❞

[toccoamade]

easysnewnurse:

Despite her frustration, she’s gentle when she grasps his arm and pulls it closer so she can examine it. Concerned brown eyes make quick work in examining the cut in question. The wound doesn’t look bad, it’s shallow and superficial. Nothing she can’t handle out here on the line. “What did you catch it on?” Ellie asked curiously. She would have to make sure it was clean before bandaging it up. “You’re right it’s nothing too bad, you’ll just want to keep it clean and try not to aggravate it”

              ❝ i’m not really sure ,  ❞ nose turns slightly at the sight of dried blood , frown pulling at the edge of his lips at the sting of the wound as it’s exposed to the chilly air . he is hardly thrilled about being back on the line - if there had been any way to postpone his return he would have done it , but his wounds were all healed and for all intents and purposes he was fit for duty . however , despite this fact the chilly welcome from his company had stung worse than the wound currently prodded by the nurse’s investigating fingers , the last thing he needed at the moment was to lower their esteem of him further by looking for medical attention for a papercut . ❝ during the shelling , maybe ?  ❞   

[toccoamade]

adearbabeletter:

“Maybe not to you Professor,” Babe shot back with a little snark, he wasn’t about to go into detail as to why he was finding writing so hard just then. Nobody needed to know about the cramps he was getting in his fingers. They hadn’t locked up yet, which was a good sign. “Why don’t you sit there and tell me what to write?”

    ❝ alright alright , sure - i’ll help ❞ hands shoot up in a surrendering gesture as he takes a seat , one leg automatically crossing over the other as he reclines back into the wooden chair .  ❝  so , who are you writing to ? context is sort of important . ❞

[toccoamade]

reputatiions:

         ❝ Wasn’t the best,    but I’ll take it.  ❞      Pulling a cigarette from one of his front pockets,    he lets out a small huff.      ❝  No casualties,    but a few injured.    Nothing serious though,    so our numbers are fine.  ❞      While Speirs finds it easier to be himself   (  or at least more relaxed )    around his fellow officers,    one can still catch him talking formally,    thinking constantly about the statistics    &&    nuances of WAR.    Soon as he has the smoke between his teeth he lights it with a lighter he probably picked off one of the men.

          ❝ that’s good , it doesn’t have to be perfect every time - there will be more chances . important thing is that it got done , and no one got too hurt .  ❞ he visibly relaxes upon hearing the news , shoulders slumping slightly - posture losing some of it’s taut , square appearance as muscles wound by anxiety loosens up beneath his skin . he is well aware that easy is in good hands - between the support of more than capable NCO’s and Speirs leadership , their odds are as good as they’ll ever get . still he cannot shake the nervosity each time they face danger while he’s chained to a desk .  ❝ you did well , i’m sure regiment will be satisfied . ❞  

[toccoamade]

hxllbilly:

He’d feel bad for the thing - wriggling its last in his firm grip - had he not suffered their wrath. Scares in the night, fuckers in his food, one unfortunate incident whilst visiting the latrine; it added up. “A real delicacy.” Fuck, it beat eating rat. Or rice, Eddie’s most passionate source of passive hatred. Forgotten at the paratrooper’s interesting words, ones that left the Lieutenant’s thought on more than just a fresh meat. “Sure, if you buyin’.” A flick of the wrist and he tosses the crab into the nearest bucket. Watches it claw at the sides, unaware of the campfire six feet away. “Or y'willin’ t'share a romantic seafood dinner ‘n some Jap wine.”

         dark eyes follow the crab’s freefall , a satisfied sense of victory curling his lip at the sound of it landing in the bucket .  ❝ unless y’fellas are holding out on me i suppose there aint really no bars ‘round here .  ❞ admittedly , there wasn’t much of anything on these islands , and on numerous occasions since arriving he couldn’t help but to wonder why anyone would die for them . the answer is always the same , though . important people with equally important maps have deemed these heaps of rock as vital , just as someone had looked upon foye and made the same decision . the memory alone makes him shudder , and suddenly he’s perhaps an ounce more thankful for the sweat steadily working its way through drenching his uniform .  ❝ well , i’m not about to say no to hot chow . as long as we eat it in front of all its crawling buddies , oughta put them in their place . ❞