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band of brothers + incorrect quotes
(text from @hooblersluger, @incorrectbandofbrothersquotes, & @theincorrectbandofbrothers)
Lieutenant Foley on Eugene Roe: He was there when he was needed, and how he got ‘there’ you often wondered. He never received recognition for his bravery, his heroic servicing of the wounded. I recommended him for a Silver Star when his exploits were typically outstanding. Maybe I didn’t use the proper words and phrases, perhaps Lieutenant Dike didn’t approve, or somewhere along the line it was cast aside. I don’t know. I never knew except that if any man who struggled in the snow and the cold, in the many attacks through the open and through the woods, ever deserved such a medal, it was our medic, Gene Roe.
so to procrastinate writing my own fic i went through my bookmarks and made a rec list of all my fave bob fics. This list covers lip/speirs, johnny/bull, and gen fics.
Lana Del Rey – Music to Watch Boys To
TIX/The Pøssy Project – Sjeiken 2015
Lemaitre Ft. Jennie A. – Closer
Ralph Myerz – Think Twice
A-Laget – Kulare Å Pule
Yelle – Je Veux Te Voir
Elsa & Emilie - Run
Ry X – Berlin
Lorde – A Worlds Alone
Selena Gomez – Good for You
Radiohead – Everything in its Right Place
Beastie Boys – Make Some Noise
Spoon – Do You
Young Thug Ft. Birdman – Constantly Hating
O.T. Genasis – Coco Coucheron RemixPeaches – Dick in the Air
Punch! – Hemingway 2016
Alfons – Ganjaman
The Weeknd – Can’t Feel My Face
Peaches Ft. Kim Gordon – Close Up
Kid Astray – Back to the Ordinary
Die Antwoord – I Fink U Freeky
Gabrielle – 5 Fine Frøkner
Sigur Rós – Rembihnútur
Sigur Rós – Varðeldur
Sigur Rós – Yfirborð
Monifah – Touch It
Le Le – Breakfast
Wu-Tang Clan – Shame On a Nigga
Die Antwoord – Baby’s On Fire
London Grammar – Strong
Kelis Ft. Too $hort – Bossy
Karpe Diem – Lett Å Være Rebell I Kjellerleiligheten Din
Imogen Heap – Hide and Seek
Jusin Bieber – Baby
Highasakite – Lover, Where Do You Love?
Die Andtwoord – In Your Face
Jon Hopkins – Abandon Window
Bloodhound Gang – Fire Water Brun
Woodkid – Run Boy Run
Missy Elliot – Get Ur Freak On
Oslo Gospel Choir – Deilig Er Jorden
Michael Jackson – Billie Jean
Karpe Diem – Hvite Menn Som Pusher 50
Art Garfunkel – O Come All Ye Faithfull
Klovner I Kamp – Et Juleevangelium
Massiv Attack – Teardrop
Hoizer – Take Me to Church
Empires - Hello Lover
Electric Six – Gay Bar
Carl Louis + Pav – Apogee
Lady Gaga – Bad Romance
Elton John – Circle of Life
Turboneger – City of Satan
Britney Spears – Gimme More
pairing: darcy/bucky (wintershock)
rating: t
warning: implied torture (nothing graphic)
(thanks, bb, for beta’ing your own thank you fic. 😳 also this plot bunny turned into an outline for a full-length fic, if anyone is interested.)
There was snow falling all around her—the mountains were covered in it—and she was unbearably, bone-shakingly cold. The rocking motion of the train, back and forth, back and forth, made her uneasy. A screech of metal deafened her ears, reverberating down her spine, and as she turned toward the noise—that sound was never good—a blaring horn from behind knocked Darcy off her feet. Without any time to react, she was tipped over the edge.
Falling, falling—the winter air was whipping around her ears, cold and sharp, and she knew she was falling to her death. The wind howled in triumph, carrying her deeper and deeper into the abyss. It was almost a relief, after everything.
She heard a man’s voice, calling out a name. Not her name, but something else. She strained to hear, but the wind was too loud, he was so far away.
He said it again, and she strained—
“Darcy!”
No, that wasn’t right. That’s not what she wanted to know—
“Darcy!” Her whole body shook, and she wasn’t falling anymore. She was—
Blinking out the window of the train from Edinburgh to London, Jane a worried mess at her side.
“Damn it, Darce, you scared me. What the hell did you see?”
Darcy tipped sideways, pressing her cool and clammy forehead against the window.
“Jane,” she moaned. “Janie, I don’t think I can take trains anymore.”
Her friend, used to these episodes by now, rubbed gentle circles into Darcy’s back and hummed her agreement.
The younger woman took deep, even breaths to steady the nausea in her stomach. Each measured exhale imprinted a circle of fog on the window. She stared, mesmerized, and couldn’t shake the sense that she’d been on the verge of discovering something important.
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Iconic Tom Holland videos pt. 5
tom just standing there calmly as the squirrel proceeds to climb up his leg and then only freaking out when it reaches his upper thigh is a big mood
THIS LEGIT HAPPENED TO ME THOUGH. INCLUDING THE BEING “awww what are you doing you- *reaches upper thigh* OHSHIT” SO I CAN FUCKING RELATE
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