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he was a liebboy she was a webgirl can i make it any more webgottvious

blocked because your interpretation of that character doesn’t match the way they act in my bedtime narrative i imagine when i’m falling asleep every night

dropping food when you're already sad is such an intense emotion. Just the most fucking wretched self indulgent pity. One time I spilled a bowl of ice cream when i had already spent most of the day sobbing and honestly im still chasing that high

i’ve been obsessed w this man since middle school btw

there's a new social cue coming out. no we're not telling you about it

2x08 Dundee

We used to make fun of people for saying "not all men" it was beautiful

"get outta here, you serious? i love the holidays!"

merry christmas, chag sameach, and happy webgott wednesday :)

The first time I saw Skip Muck’s grave at the Luxembourg American Cemetery and Memorial, I just stood there and felt numb. I was with Dick Winters and Carwood Lipton, on a trip led by Stephen Ambrose. It was 1991. No tears. In fact, there’s a photo of three of us old vets standing at his grave and we’re all looking resolute. Soldiers, you know, posing for a picture taken by a historian who admired the hell out of us. I returned there in 2004 and remembered how when Roe asked if I wanted to see Skip, I’d said no. And when Winters asked if I wanted a break, I’d said no. I realized that since those moments, I’d grieved for everybody I’d lost except for one man, the man whose death I’d tried for decades to run away from, the man whose loss had hit me harder than all the rest. How many times had I looked at that 1942 photo of all of us at Toccoa, the one I’d written all the KIAs and SWAs on for those killed and seriously wounded, and thought, Why not me? Why no initials on my chest? Why not at Brécourt Manor, when I’d stupidly gone after what I thought was a Luger on that dead soldier? Or at Hell’s Corner, when German soldiers had our patrol outnumbered eight to three but wrongly assumed we had more firepower and surrendered to us? Or at Bastogne? If Winters hadn’t split Skip and me up, that would probably have been me, not Penkala, in that foxhole with Skip on January 9, 1944. But even if I’ve played the what-if game often, I know, deep down, that you can never win at it. Better to remember that, for whatever reason—God or fate or reading a Reader’s Digest article about paratroopers on a Greyhound bus heading for Astoria—I was privileged to serve with a company of men who would make me far more than I would have been without them. And that losing one of those men had hurt so badly that I’d buried the thought of him, thinking that somehow that would help me avoid the pain. Better, I’ve since learned, to turn into those waves and dive. So on that day in 2004 when I visited the cemetery where Skip is buried, I looked at that white marble cross and that name—Sgt. Warren H. Muck—and thought of the kid who swam the Niagara. The march to Atlanta. The smile. I knelt, placed flowers at the base of that cross. Prayed. All the things I’d done before when I’d come to see his grave. Only this time I did something different, long overdue, and hard but freeing. I cried sixty years’ worth of tears.

~ Don Malarkey

I just don’t caaaarreee. I don’t care. But I care a lot though I care SO much. But also I just don’t care at all and never have. But also I do and always will. Hope that helps

that one friend who’s always cold: i’m cold

that one friend who can see ghosts: which is weird because you’re not even being haunted right now or anything

SIDSLEDGE: anyway, don’t be a stranger

“Soldier, soldier come from the wars, O then I know it’s true I’ve lost my true love!” “An’ I tell you truth again—when you’ve lost the feel o’ pain You’d best take me for your true love.” - Rudyard Kipling, “Soldier, Soldier,” Barrack Room Ballads

An assortment of bags dating from the 1400s to 1900s

LOCKED IN | LOCKED OUT

Shiv watches. Though glass. Quite frozen.

I can't let him go by himself.

Dick Winters & Lewis Nixon BAND OF BROTHERS | 2001

thank you black mold. thats a wonderful idea black mold.

I'll tell you a secret... my name 'Sam' is short for 'Samson'.

EVIL, S04E03 How to Slaughter a Pig

PARTY like kendall

SUBCONSCIOUSLY LOATHE YOURSELF like roman

TRY TO DO AWAY WITH IT ENTIRELY THUS LIVING AS AN INVERSION OF IT like shiv

SLAY like gerri

taehyung dancing to “what’s your fantasy” for @taee ♡

bonus:

he was such a businessman here, sometimes i forget that they are big figures in their company now and the ones who have employes 205 days before yoongi is back

When you’re on your way home from the club but one of you almost died

EVIL (2019-2024)

ROSS MCCALL as JOSEPH LIEBGOTT BAND OF BROTHERS · part one

chewing glass rn

miss him every day