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serendipitysae · 5 months
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tired of your complaints
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and they have no scissors to offer him either smh. They hate to see a girlboss winning.
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serendipitysae · 8 months
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he’s astonished.
whenever I watch episode 4 of band of brothers, I always feel like this is exactly how Babe felt when he realized Luz and Compton had tricked him.
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serendipitysae · 8 months
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we rise.
Lieb on the machine gun gets me going
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serendipitysae · 8 months
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i always cry during the baseball scene i just feel so many emotions watching easy finally at peace and their smiles
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serendipitysae · 8 months
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Querencia ( Joseph D. Liebgott x Reader )
querencia/ kɛˈrɛnθɪə,Spanish keˈrenθja,keˈrensja/
noun ; querencia; plural noun: querencias
Sanctuary.
( POST WAR !!! fluff and maybe a smidge of angst ?)
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01.00 AM. 
19th July, 1946, Yuma, California. 
1 cup of self raising flour, 1 cup of granulated sugar, equal parts. Wisk together in a bowl, before adding 1 large egg. 
Feel free to stir together using your hands. 
In a pan, arrange the canned-peach slices, before half of the reserved peach juice on top. After this, apply the doe on top of the peaches. Then drizzle a ½ cup of melted butter. 
Bake in a preheated oven for forty five minutes until golden brown, serve with cold ice cream and rest of the peach juice. Easy peasy ! 
Yeah right. 
You sighed irritatedly, eyebrows knit together as you crouched before the oven, one hand on the oven latch, the other holding an oven mitten. You had been sitting there for at least an hour and a half. 
You were wearing one of Joe’s shirts, over your nightgown. You pursed your lips together, scowling at the peach cobbler in the oven, which wasn’t even browning. “Come on..” You murmured quietly. You were so caught up in the baking that you hadn’t noticed the door unlocking. 
That was until you heard the soft clang of Joe’s cab car keys being thrown onto the table. “Shit-!” 
You looked over, confused as you looked up to Joseph Liebgott, your boyfriend. He stared down at you, his surprise slowly morphing into a small smile. “Wasn’t expecting you to be awake, Doll.” 
You giggled at that, an excited smile gracing your features as you stood up and jogged to him. A warmth spread through your body as you held him close, pulling him down to litter his face with kisses. “Lots of customers ?” You asked, between kisses. His lopsided grin surfaced, chuckling as he leaned into the kiss. “ Mhm, drove ‘round half the fuckin’ city swear to god.” 
“The real question is,” He began, hand trailing down to the curve of your waist. “ What are you doing up ?” He jokingly poked at your side, earning a small sigh and downwards turn at your lips. “I wanted to try the recipe for Peach Cobbler.. kind of a lost cause though.” 
A hoarse, tired chuckle left his lips, shaking his head as he pressed a kiss to your head. “What’s the occasion ?” 
You tensed up a little, clearing your throat as you looked to the oven. Your lips parted, taking a soft inhale before speaking. “ Next saturday, you know .. that reunion in indianapolis ?” 
Joe didn’t look at you, his lips pressing into a thin line as he looked to the wall. You softly moved your hand up to his cheek, gently rubbing it with the pad of your thumb. “ It’s been a year since we last saw them .. and I know Webster came to visit us last february but you know that doesn’t count.” 
Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to bring it up after his long shift, but he asked, and you had no intention of hiding things from him. 
You caught on on how his jaw clenched, eyes trained on the tiles of the kitchen wall. You would have preferred screeching of fingernails on chalk than the deafening silence. After several moments of this, he licked his lips, voice quiet. 
“I just..” 
You looked up to him. 
“I just can’t do it, Doll..” 
You felt your heart clench. He didn’t sound hurt, he didn’t sound mad or anything. He just sounded so discouraged. The way his words died on his tongue, how he couldn’t meet your eyes. 
“Oh Joe..”
You cooed, your hand moving up to his hair as you tugged him into a warm embrace. It didn’t take long for him to melt into your glow. His arms sneaked around your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He didn’t cry, Liebgott rarely cried. He just savored the moment. The smell of your hair, as well as the light scent of artificial peach and flour. One hand moved to cradle your head, as his eyes closed. The gentle tugging at the roots of his hair, the soft tracings you drew on his back, it was his sanctuary. 
“My darling, we don’t have to do anything. We don’t, we can just rest.” You’d say, your voice muffled by the material of his shirt. He didn’t really respond, just a quiet hum resonating through his body. 
The two of you stood there for several minutes, until you reluctantly pulled away. You looked up at him, the soft smile on your lips never faltering as you intertwined your hands. “ Let’s get you some sleep, hm ?” 
He nodded. 
“The rocket’s empty- I’ll try the atom load of this ray gun.” You read, your voice saccharine and honey like as you read of the comic book strip. Both of your backs were pressed against the wall, Joseph’s arm around your shoulders as you read to him. His head was resting on yours, half-lidded eyes following the comic drawings as you read. 
It only took fifteen minutes before the book was tucked away in a drawer, the lights off and blanket pulled over you two. Joe lay behind you, his body pressed up to yours with his arms holding you around the torso. 
“Y/N ?” He interrupted the silence, and you hummed quietly, eyes still closed. 
“ I just .. well..” 
You shifted slightly, turning to face him. One hand moved to rest on his cheekbone, eyes opening slightly. 
“If you want to go to the reunion, you should.” Your eyebrows knit together, slowly adjusting to the light as you spotted his warm eyes. 
“What ?” 
He nodded, shuffling closer to you. “I don’t know if I’m ready to see any of those bucks again.. But, they were your team too.” You looked at him with a small, small smile as you nodded. “But- Joe, you know you don’t have to-” 
“I know.” 
You shut up, thumb tracing patterns against his jaw. He continued speaking. 
“But.. Well, if you need a ride to Indianapolis, I’ll be there. ” 
Your lip curled up into a teasing smile. “You’re saying I'll get a free cab ride ?”
“Hey, I ain’t saying anything about it being free, I just said if you need a ride.” He countered, gently squeezing your side with a chuckle. Your laughter is harmonious to him, as he closes his eyes and smiles. 
Your laughter died down, your chest fluttering. “Hey..” You’d say, quietly. You moved closer, pressing a warm kiss to his lips. Sure, Joe was tired, but he kissed you back, with as much love and eagerness as he always did. You mumbled a soft “thank you.” to his lips. 
He just shook his head, and tugged you closer to him, the sound of traffic rumbling from the balcony of your apartment.
( THIS ISN'T PROOF READ SO PLAY NICE !!! I love domestic joe : ( he's my baby boy. It's post-war, if it wasn't clear enough- uh yeah hope you guys enjoy xoxo !!!!!!)
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serendipitysae · 8 months
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Me waiting to see if we get new fandom members now that BOB is on Netflix
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serendipitysae · 9 months
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STOP THEY'RE SUCH CUTIE PATOOTIES AWWW
(All fans should watch Ron Livingston's band of brothers video diary !!! So many gems )
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serendipitysae · 9 months
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band of brothers
”it’s the tiniest, smallest most minuscule everpiece of lint on one of my boots, what’s the worst that can happen ?”
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serendipitysae · 9 months
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Band of brothers
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Guys. I have officially entered my band of brothers era. I'm coming for you all.
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serendipitysae · 11 months
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A single mom, who works five jobs … 🎶
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I keep pushing the Kenny Wu annnoyed era, and I’m never going to stop.
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serendipitysae · 11 months
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Connie makes the ducks watch titanic and they ALL cry to it. Every single person in that room is in hysterics. Fulton and dean are CLINGING TO EACH OTHER in absolute RUIN. Averman and Goldberg have been destroyed. Conway and banks are absolutely gone, they haven't cried like this since they were babies. Kenny's crying but because he believes Jack was murdered. He fully believes that and he's right.
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serendipitysae · 2 years
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I like to imagine that the Mighty Ducks have a sleepover schedule in which they religiously follow. Like, to the T. Connie is in charge of movies, her and Julie always pick something adorable and rom-com like. The boys always protest, whine and complain etc. But we all know, they would never actually want to change the movie. It’s a guilty pleasure what can I say ? 
Kenny is always one to complain when the team are talking about the sleepover, muttering about how he can’t survive another night lodged between Averman, Luis and Dean. He always arrives though. And he’s always greeted with cheers and claps as he rolls his eyes 💀💀ALSO GAME NIGHT IS SO SERIOUS IM NOT JOKING SOMEONE NEEDS TO LIKE- PLAY DRAMATIC ORCHESTRA MUSIC IN THE BACK ITS THAT INTENSE. 
- Luis and Guy, the top two. -
Luis : I’m begging you, Guy my G, please, don’t do this..
Luis : After everything we’ve been through, you can’t. Have mercy
Guy : I am unforgiving and relentless, Luis, I have no mercy. 
Guy : *Places a +4 uno card down* 
* The crowd of Ducks go absolutely insane with laughter *
Luis : * Grudgingly picks up four more cards to his hand of 14, cursing in Spanish * 
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serendipitysae · 2 years
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LOOK AT THEM !!!!!!! OH ME OH MY 
( Also this is my first ever post NSHSH )
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