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okay i’m redoing muses right now... but i’ll still have babe, grant, and shifty ! then i’ll have a new oc up soon <3

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you wanna know why you hid in that ditch, BLITHE? i was scared. we’re ALL scared. you hid in that ditch because you think there’s still hope. but blithe, the only hope you have is to accept the fact that you’re already DEAD, and the sooner you accept that, the sooner you’ll be able to function as a soldier’s supposed to function. without mercy, without compassion, without R E M O R S E. all war depends on it.
war is hell.
independent, canon divergent hbo war characters. written by annie.
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Are you afraid of me?
Are you afraid of me hurting you?
No, I’m not afraid of you. You may quake with rage, but I still see your love behind your anger filled eyes
I’m a F I G H T E R I’ll die not on my knees but standing tall

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@narrctives discussed a plot for a starter !!
shifty was starting to understand when people said he was TOO NICE. this was his fourth blind date in such a short amount of time. it was perfectly acceptably, really nothing to write home about ( literally ). she was SWEET and had a great smile, but there was absolutely NOTHING THERE. it was like going to eat with a friend that seemed too distracted by their phone. it felt like another waste of time.
the girl’s phone rang and shifty knew what this was. THE ESCAPE CALL. if the date was too boring or if he turned out to be strange, her friend was calling her to save her. a part of shifty really wanted her to take it. he was trying, honest he was, but he was just tired of the same thing over and over again. relief washed over him when she took it, made an excuse to leave and shifty told her was more than happy to pick up the check.
once the girl was gone, shifty put his head down on the table. a deep breath out, a SMALL GROAN mixed into it, before he mumbled to himself. ‘what in the heck is wrong with me?’
a “my friends keep setting me up on shitty blind dates in the same restaurant and i keep getting you as my waiter/waitress every time” plot pls
Hello, lovelies! I’ve been a little quiet tonight because I’ve been working on this. In March, I’m going to be ‘braving the shave’ to support Mum through her upcoming hair loss, due to her chemo. This is the second time she has battled breast cancer & this is the one thing I feel I can do alongside her. Mum has taken so much pride in her hair her whole life. It might seem minor compared to other side-effects, but I know she will be devastated when she loses it. I’m also using this as a chance to raise funding for a foundation called 52 Lives. When Mum was diagnosed for the second time, I nominated her to the programme. I’d seen how expensive wigs, support clothing/bras, hospital transport, etc and knew we would struggle as both of us were unable to work. The woman behind 52 Lives got in touch & the outcome was life-changing. She managed to raise over £1500 to help Mum through this difficult time. Each donation has gone towards cars to the hospital, special chemo scarves, wigs and basic groceries to keep us well. I’m also using this chance to help give something back to them, so when I brave the shave, I’ll also be raising funds. Whatever donations given will go towards helping even more people like Mum and I. I’m not asking people to donate, but if friends wouldn’t mind sharing this around a little, I would appreciate it so much. 52 Lives are a small programme, but what the people there do is remarkable. It deserves all the support we can offer.
you bled galaxies of fractured stars, and emptied heavens from your bones. // written by becca. previously @starfractures. established june 2016, moved february 2017. (art credit)
I’ve never cried about it. The pain was different than anything I’ve ever felt before. Almost like it hurt so badly that it didn’t. Like my feelings shut down to keep my alive.

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NOTICE.
while this blog loves to ship and explore dynamics of ongoing relationships, i am also interested in exploring past relationships ; relationships that have failed ; on-and-off again relationships ; relationships that are destined to end in a nasty breakup ; relationships that end in a mutual break up ; relationships that are strained because of cheating ; ect, ect. on top of not every relationship being perfect or healthy, not every relationship lasts ! not every relationship has a happy ending! some relationships are stepping stones. and some are ‘perfect’ over all, but not perfect right now for the people who are involved. and that’s ok! and i am completely open, and eager, to explore those types of dynamics that challenge my character, that add another layer to my character ( and yours ) in different ways !
STARTER CALL FOR SHIFTY POWERS.
There’s bravery in being soft.
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Just because I’m not replying to our thread, or your starter doesn’t mean I don’t want to roleplay with you. I’m just slow. Somedays I can write a fucking book, somedays I can’t even write my own name. It’s in the drafts I promise I am just slow as hell.
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hxllbilly:
At least the bastards knew which way was inland; that was a better start than the damn army had shown. Hillybilly folded his arms across his chest. Towering over the paratroopers glancing his way, nodding them further over the sand. A sentinel for them to pass by, a mixture of mutterings reaching his ears. Some half-heartedly saluted. Others gave simple greetings as they moved along. Eddie responded in turn with short, clipped “‘ello"s. And gave disdainful stares with pleasure to anyone who dared give him a side-eyed glance. Though admittedly, he did enjoy the ”Fuckin’ marines“ muttered under one man’s breath. Gave him a good chuckle.
And then a kid almost walked straight into him. Almost, guy was a soldier after all. But damn if Hillbilly didn’t swear under Jesus Christ himself that the paratrooper’s boots left the floor for a moment. A single, questioning eyebrow raised as he looked down at the stranger pulling himself back to reality.
Dull eyes lit up as the foreign - yet so homely - accent spilled from the newcomer’s mouth. Babe, he claimed to be. Of course. It fit the man’s voice like a cherry atop whipped cream. "No harm done.” That was all Hillbilly should say, he knew - taking the hand offered regardless. Interested scowl only growing deeper at the odd - friendly - gesture. “Forget m'self, sometimes.” Firm grip released Babe’s hand, holding on just a moment longer than needed. Hillbilly opened his mouth. Closed it, glanced towards the camp. Followed the rest of the boat’s occupants as they trudged over the sand bank.
Then finally snapped his head back to the redhead, unable to keep his curiosity in its usual, silent burrow. “Y’ tellin’ me your honest-to-God Christian name is Babe?” He chewed the word over in his mouth with a grin. “Where you from, Private?”
a split second of this stranger, essentially a stranger to babe at least, held his hand a little longer than he needed to. it was just a split second that made the paratrooper really look at the other male. WHO THE FUCK WAS THIS GUY? fingers slipping from the hold, babe had to shake off whatever that was and made no move to actually walk away from the guy. he just kept his feet in line with the others, going further into the camp.
'south philly.' shoulders shrugging so simply after he said, everyone wanted to know where babe was from. 'nah, my ma named me EDWARD. no one calls me that though, except an old medic of ours and nuns. you ain't a medic or a nun, are you?' his PLAYFUL GRIN only grew as he poked fun at the other male. a sense of comfortable ease sweeping through babe, like he knew the guy already. maybe there was something about the FEELING he got from him.
'you gonna tell me your name or are you one of those lieutenants that just wants me to call you lieutenant? because i'll let ya know, that's a little fuckin' STRANGE.' everyone knew that babe sometimes didn't know what to shut up. though this guy didn't really know him that well, he'll learn like the rest of them.
medichands:
perhaps it had been naive to allow himself to develop these feelings for that nurse , after all , this was war && WAR SPARED NO LIVES - women && children alike . ( animosity ) pooled within gut , stood among rubble , BLUE SCARF clutched tightly within grasp . it just wasn’t fair . ❝ yeah , i know , ‘m sorry , supplies are runnin’ real low righ’ now , jus’ tryna’ make due wid wha’ i got for d’time bein’ . ❞ huffing , doc slid into the vacant space next to babe , a slight ADJUST of helmet , tipped back so as to not veil his sight , DOC takes the wrapped limb within grasp , just a brief CHECK-UP . it had been best to UTILIZE what materials he had , besides , to keep on to it probably would have proved more ( h a r m f u l ) than anything but for that SPLIT MOMENT upon looking babe’s hand over , eugene’s mind wanders to her , to renée . swallowing thickly , he tries to push the thought aside , a HINT of a s m i l e flicks briefly over features . ❝ yeah —— yeah , looks good .. ❞
‘don’t know why you always apologizing, gene. not like you made this WAR run out of supplies. ain’t nothing you can do about that and ya give me the best ya got. m’good.’ babe WATCHED CLOSELY as the doc took his damaged hand. it still stung when babe FLEXED it the wrong way and the cold felt painful as it was exposed to the air. but babe would be okay, he always was. dark eyes moved from his wound back up to the other male, trying to understand the medic without having to ask anything. it was one of babe’s favorite activities - figure the other men of easy out on his OWN. there was something different about gene though, like an E N I G M A that the philly boy couldn’t figure out. ‘that smile says otherwise, doc. looks like i’m about to DIE from just a cut on my hand. you okay?’