Pairing: Joseph Liebgott x Reader

Genre: angst splattered with fluff/rivals to lovers

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Warnings: language, smoking, allusions to sex

A/N: once again I'm not proofreading this bitch before posting. Hopefully I won't wanna claw at my eyes in the morning. Special thanks to my discord girlies for reminding me Bill Guarnere is a messy yapper. That said, enjoy<3

The observation post Easy had set at the far edge of the Bois Jacques remained silent throughout the night; save for the occasional snap of a twig in the forest around us or the faintest movement in one of Foy's houses, the last minutes of December ticked away quietly. The low temperatures had yet to relent since the Belgian winter had begun, but at least hats and coats had been given to some of us. Snow had hardened into ice on the ground again once the sun disappeared on the horizon, which led me to a bad slip that would have landed me on the aid station, had it not been for Joe.

doing school work and thinking about babe heffron, what have I become

Over The Handlebars

a/n: i currently have no defense of myself. one shot series? send requests?

Charlie meets a man, not a boy, outside the bar while enjoying a bad habit after an even worse date. She learns his name, learns he likes the way she looks when she rides a bull and that he likes to leave a mark. It never once crossed her mind to ask where he worked.

The thing about time is that it never stood still. Even when it felt like it was. It kept ticking and tocking and turning and twisting. Maybe it moved slower or moved faster depending on how focused you were on its phenomenon. But it never stopped. 

Your heart could stop. 

Your brain could stop. 

Your lungs could stop and the world around you could pinpoint into one singular moment to aid in the illusion that time was standing still. And your world was tiling off its axis. And that nothing had ever mattered before that moment at a bar in Pittsburgh.

Because maybe it hadn’t.

the way my sexuality oscillates right now between ATJ and Noah Wyle is INSANE FOR MY HORMONES

I PROMISE I'LL WATCH THE PITT NEXT B

how i’m feeling rn

I fucking love joe 😭😭

Pairing: Joseph Liebgott x Reader

Genre: angst splattered with fluff/rivals to lovers

Tags:

Warnings: warfare, gore, language, smoking, brief Chuck Grant x reader (is this a warning? Lmao)

A/N: I accidentally deleted this chapter and had to rebuild it with the chaotic paragraphs in my notes app, my amazingly biased memory, the help of God and the song Bitter by Palace on loop keeping me sane (everyone say thank you to @fromjupitertocentauri). That said, enjoy<3

The barn they put us in smelled like damp straw and cigarette smoke, packed with too many bodies and not enough space. The air was condensed; the low hum of conversation, the scrape of rifle parts being cleaned, and the occasional burst of laughter from some card game near the back didn't help.

Y/n sat with crossed legs on a hay bale, half-listening to Penkala as she pulled her hair up. She was slow with it, her digits moving on instinct while her mind was elsewhere. It gave me plenty of time to watch the way her nose scrunched slightly as she twisted the strands, the way the muscles in her arms tensed when she tied it back.

I see you chuck 👀👀

The BEPIS Concorde landing in New York.

@jetjuliette BEPIS

Frannie and I wanted to get married right away, but our families tried to talk us out of it. They didn’t want Frannie to marry a cripple. They gave us a lot of trouble. They told Frannie, “You’re going to have to take care of him. The older he gets, the worse it’s going to get.” But that wasn’t me. I knew I’d live a normal life. I never believed in saying “I can’t.” If someone else can do something, I can do it. I may do it different, it may be awkward, but I’ll do it. If you climb a ladder, I’ll climb a ladder. I may go up every rung on my ass, but I’ll do it. I have done it. April 23, 1945, Frannie and I ran away to Elkton, Maryland, and eloped. Not a penny between us, just each other. When you got something good you don’t let it get away. I married an angel. She put up with me and my crazy ways. Calmed me down. She understood me, helped me, never stopped me from doing anything I wanted to do. She was my leg, she was everything. Gotta give the gal credit. We went on our honeymoon in Columbus, Ohio. Drove to Johnny Martin’s house. Where were we gonna go, Hawaii? We didn’t have a damn dime. Johnny got discharged early for medical reasons, so we went to see him and Pat. We did things simple, but we had fun.

~ Bill Guarnere

i’m watching the lakes for him and him only

jet has me on the babe train i fear

He's literally perfect he's never done anything wrong in his entire life

2 days of editposting! never been done before!

ive come back to tumblr to post this and now ill leave for a few months once more