never gamble with strangers

Actually, I was quite happy to be on my own. Looking out for myself was something I always liked to do. It was the one thing I could do better than anybody else. - David Webster, Parachute Infantry: An American Paratrooper's Memoir of D-Day and the Fall of the Third Reich

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For week 11 of HBOWW2Rewatch: Carving (ref below read more)

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i will not forget you

i’ll leave you in the fading light

may you live until you die

i will see you in another life

i will see you in another life

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Mash 5x20//Casings-Ethel Cain//Dimension 20 Misfits and magic S2//Head In The Wall-Ethel Cain//The Mother's Son-Rudyard Kipling//Golden Age-Ethel Cain

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all my grief says the same thing:

this isn't how it's supposed to be.

this isn't how it's supposed to be.

and the world laughs.

holds my hope by the throat. 

says:

but this is how it is”

*it's always saturday somewhere.... right..

snippet for @luztoyeweek's prompt re: alternate canon, pilot toye/air traffic control luz :]

There's a pause, another thoughtful sip, the drumming continues, breaking the quiet pressure that builds in George's ear, his lopsided headset fizzing static into the other. Carefully, Lipton poses the weighing question. "Guarnere?" George scowls out at the blue-shadow hills, his leg aches. Guarnere and Toye. He swallows once. "Nope." There's a volatile weave of emotions that tangles within his ribs, blooming as Lipton goes quiet again, no doubt thinking his next words carefully. George can feel his soul shaking, jittering beneath his skin; another worry that's been cultivating in his brain spreads dryness across his tongue — that Lipton, his senses borne of an ever-calculating navigator, knows.

tagged on main by @johntonkin so i’m using it to stretch my luztoye legs and post my first snippet for @luztoyeweek 2k26. event of all time obvs

"Your sister doesn't like me, so she's trying to take us both out by sending deathtraps as birthday gifts."

"She gave me a percolator for Christmas that worked fine." Joe pointed out, "I think it's user error."

"Then you can make breakfast for yourself," George said, and he backed away from the counter. "And show me how I'm meant to do it."

"Alright," Joe said, and he pushed himself to stand up straight.

"Christ, obviously not." George said, and he shoved Joe's shoulder, just enough to rock him back on his heel. "Sit down and look pretty. I'll make you a coffee before I try this damn thing again."

"I can make it," Joe insisted, but he smiled.

"You're not winning this. You should know that by now."

"You made breakfast yesterday.”

"So? Today's your birthday."

"Before I shacked up with you, I didn't even bother to try taking the day off." Joe shrugged, "It's just a day.”

"Well it's a good thing I'm here to knock some sense into you, right? Go sit on the couch, turn the radio on."

"And leave you to burn yourself on a waffle press?"

George rolled his eyes, then pecked Joe on the cheek just because he happened to be close enough, "If you want to be useful, get the mail and read all the nice letters from your family."