#women in band of brothers

[icantdecideofthename]

i'm preprearing a short analysis of how women are treated in bob fandom (and the series itself)😳

stay tuned!!

#band of brothers #women in band of brothers #bob #history #bob fandom #band of brothers fandom #ww2

[blood-mocha-latte]

franz kafka | letters to milena | ten band of brothers ships | ten lines | installment eight: renee/anna

preview | installment nine: garcia/hashey

previous installments: winnix, baberoe, webgott, speirton, luztoye, pat/chuck, and randlemartin

edits taglist below the cut (contact to be added/removed):

@frstcorinthians @lamialamia @ep6bastogne @whollyjoly @flashnthunder @dcyllom @mutantmanifesto

taglist for the kafka series: @impalachick @grumpy-liebgott

#rie posts #sometimes u just have to make a bad grainy edit for women from a war show twenty years ago #i will finish this series even if it kills me! #anyways i have thoughts on them. i have Too Many Thoughts on them actually #band of brothers #hbo war #renee lemaire #anna band of brothers #augusta chiwy #renee/anna

[the-contemptress]

As soon as the weather hits 80° I start blaring the entire "At Fillmore East" Allman Brothers album

#me #selfies #personal #kik #mine #tattoos #tattoo #music #tattooedwomen #selfie #southern #redneck tendencies #rednecks #the allman brothers band #at fillmore east #tattoed girls #women with tattoos

[apostate-in-an-alcove]

Band of Brothers was and is for the girlies.

#no fr most of the fandom stuff you see for this mini series is largely made by women istg #band of brothers

[mads-nixon]

Women in HBO War Icons

Lena Basilone, Renée Lemaire, Stella Karamanlis, and Vera Keller in Band of Brothers (2001) & The Pacific (2010) - HBO

please reblog if you use them!

main masterlist | icon/gifset masterlist

this is dedicated to my lovely friend louise who loves these women to death. this one's for you @luckynumber4!!

tags: @georgieluz @iceman-kazansky @panzershrike-pretz

#women in hbowar #hbowar women #lena basilone #renée lemaire #stella karamanlis #vera keller #band of brothers #the pacific #hbo war icons #hbowar icons #hbowar edits #hbo war #band of brothers icons #the pacific icons

[pfenniged]

Also just so you know according to his own friends Dick Winters "had a way with women and children" to the point where apparently even later in life some crazy ass bitches from the Daughters of the American Revolution were trying to sit in his lap, and a little girl asked her that if her brothers and father died, he could walk her down the aisle, and I think about this daily because apparently his wife Ethel was literally like -rolls eyes- and all I could think was Dick being like :) with women and children and then men come along and Dick just being like -sigh-

#the way they made it sound like these sixty something year old women were shooting their shot with Ethel present is WILD #bless #hbo war #band of brothers #real easy company #dick winters

[coco-bean-1218]

Chuck/Claire "why couldn't it have been us in the end?" For the five lines fic game??

Oh, my dear sweet anon, you are not prepared for the angst I have in mind.

This is wayyyyy more than 5 lines, but I couldn’t help myself!

So, here is a potential outcome in which Claire chooses someone else. You can insert whoever you want to be her fiancé.

Feel free to like, comment and reblog!

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August, 1946

It was Easy Company's first annual reunion, and every member who could come was there. Claire was glad to see her fellow paratroopers again. It had been a little bit under a year since they had last been together. The party had been going on for a while, and Claire found herself in need of a moment of quiet reflection. She wandered through the venue, her eyes scanning the room in search of a place where she could gather her thoughts.

After a few moments, she saw Grant standing against the wall, drink in hand, and decided to walk over.

"I was wondering where you went," she said as she approached him.

"I was just trying to get a break from the noise," he replied with a weary smile. "You know how it is at reunions."

She offered him an inviting smile. "Care to join me outside?"

He shrugged, a sense of relief washing over him. "Sure, why not?"

As they stepped outside, Claire took a deep breath of fresh air. The noise of the venue seemed to fade away as they walked along the garden path.

"That's quite the ring you've got there," Grant commented on the ring that sparkled in the moonlight.

"Oh, this?" she held up her hand, examining the ring in the moonlight. "It's...uh...blue topaz, my birthstone."

Grant's eyes lingered on the ring for a moment. "I remember," he said softly.

You're coming to the wedding, right?" she asked eagerly.

Grant nodded. "Of course," he replied. "I wouldn't miss it for the world. Besides, what kind of best friend would I be if I didn't?" he added. 

Claire smiled at him, relieved by his response.

As they continued walking, Claire noticed a fountain that caught her interest. She walked up to it, captivated by the gentle splashing sound and the mesmerizing reflections of the moonlight in the water. Grant, sensing Claire's curiosity, joined her beside the fountain. They stood side by side, watching the reflections of the moon dance on the water's surface.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Claire said, her voice filled with wonder.

Grant nodded in agreement. "Yes, it is," he replied, but his eyes weren't fixed on the fountain. Instead, his eyes were fixed on Claire. She was the real beauty of the night, and he couldn't take his eyes off her. She was the one who captivated him, body and soul.

Without warning, Grant spoke up again, his voice filled with sadness and longing. "Why couldn't it have been us in the end?" his voice barely above a whisper.

The question shocked both himself and Claire. Grant hadn’t intended to speak his thoughts so openly, but the words had already left his lips, echoing in the silent night.

Grant's question had stunned them both. Why couldn't it have been them in the end? The words hung in the air, filled with regret and a sense of missed opportunity. Claire felt her heart shatter as tears welled up in Grant's eyes. She could see the pain etched on his face, and it made her own heart ache. She took a shaky breath and tried to find the words to answer him.

"Grant, I don't… I don't know," she said softly. Her voice was barely above a whisper, and she could feel the tears threatening to spill over.

Grant shook his head, his voice filled with regret. "No, you don't."

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HOLY SHIT THIS WAS WORSE THAN THE LAST POST-WAR CLAIRE AND GRANT 😭

#well behaved women never make history #wbwnmh #band of brothers #writing help #chuck grant #chuck grant x ofc

[malarkgirlypop]

MEDIC Part 18 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

Ah yes my favourite gif of all time finally has come into play, how exciting! We're in France Baby! It's a change of pace and scenery how fun! I feel we are nearing the end and then remember how much I have actually written and then I'm like oh nope we still got a bit bahaha. I'm doing a short chapter cause I was writing it and it was like a good 4k words so I thought it best to just split it into two, I know some people prefer shorter chapters.

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to anyone involved.

Tag list: @next-autopsy, @panzershrike-pretz, @xxluckystrike, @bucky32557038ww2 (if you want to be added let me know🥰)

The cold wind whipped at my face making me hunch further down into my jacket. We had finally arrived in Haguenau after the long journey, everyone seemed to be restless. Keen to be indoors and out of the biting elements. Don stood in the back of the truck, his mood appearing low. I wanted to ask him what seemed to be troubling him but there was no privacy on the back of the vehicle. His smiles weren’t as bright, not quite reaching his eyes. I chewed my lip nervously watching the man. They had made him Staff Sergeant, but he didn’t seem pleased. 

“Hey guys.” A cheery voice called from behind me. I turned to look at the man who spoke. I didn’t recognise him. But he surely hadn’t been with us before. He looked healthy, clean, and happy. Compared to the sorry sacks who rode on the back of the truck, myself included. Was he a replacement?

“Some Lieutenant told me to report to 2nd.” The man informed us. I glanced across the truck at Lieb who shrugged. I rolled my eyes, why I looked to him for information I have no idea, he’s no help. I leant back resting on the seat between Grant and Jackson.  

“Your name’s Jackson right?” The soldier asked the young man beside me. God he was so young, he assured me he was 19 but I don’t believe him, he looks like a kid.    

“That’s right.” Jackson replied. 

“Who’s leading the platoon?” He asked, Jackson’s eyes flicked to Don who was still standing. 

“Sergeant Malarkey is.” He tells the soldier. 

“What no officers?” I tilt my head while looking at the man while he talks, his face seems so familiar. 

“I guess you didn’t hear.” Lieb said. 

“No, what's that?” He turned his attention onto Joe. 

“They’re making Malarkey a Lieutenant. He’s on the fast track now.” He says while fiddling with his lighter. A tell that he was lying, the little shit. No one said anything about his blatant lie.  

“Really? That’s great.” It’s bugging me, I swear I know this dude. He probably thinks I’m a weirdo as he glances at me staring at him. 

“Jackson, help me up will you?” He swings his bag onto the back of the truck, pulling himself up to sit next to Jackson. I move from my spot, not having enough room on the bench anymore without me basically sitting in Grant’s lap. I sit in between Babe and Lieb. Continuing to stare at the private. This is going to drive me insane, who is this guy?

 The truck jolts forward, almost sending him flying out again. I hide my laughter behind my hand. 

“So, uh, you come from the hospital?” Jackson asks him.

“Must’ve liked that hospital, cause’ we left Holland four months ago.” I nudge Lieb, silently scolding him for being mean.  

“Who is this guy?” I whispered to Babe.

“Webster, I think.” My mouth flew open, that’s where I knew him from, I think I met him on my first night. Babe reaches out, shutting my mouth, “Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.”

“Well I wasn’t there the whole time. There was rehabilitation, then the replacement depot.” Webster explained. 

“Well, I’m sure you tried to bust out and help us in Bastogne, Web.” Lieb was pissed off. Lieb would’ve come back and helped, like a lot of the other men did. But they can’t all be like them. Webster got off the line and had a holiday, can’t blame the man for not wanting to come back in a hurry. This was war for god sake, no one wishes to be here. Well I hope not. I mean I do but I have my reasons ok!

“I don’t know how I would’ve done that.” Webster defended himself. I looked at Babe, he seemed to notice the tension, I made a face showing my discomfort. Hiding my look behind my hand. He gave me the same look back. I chuckled and bumped him with my shoulder trying to ease the cringe we both felt in our chests. Like going over to a friends house and having to sit there and watch them be told off. So awkward. 

“That’s funny cause Popeye found a way. So did Alley, right, back in Holland? And Guarnere and –” Lieb turned to Babe and I, we both nodded silently, not wanting to be dragged into the passive aggressive conversation. Lieb was the king of passive aggressiveness, let me tell you. Don’t piss off that guy. He will subtly degrade you and wear you down.   

“Yeah, where is Guarnere? He still your platoon Sergeant?“ Webster asked. I could feel both Lieb and Babe stiffen next to me. I stilled too. It was hard being dragged back to that place of memories. So we didn’t mention it, and kept moving forward. So for Web to come in asking where people were, hit a nerve. It was an unspoken rule not to really speak of those who we had lost. It just made it so much harder, we didn’t have time to process or grieve really. It was for later, after this was all done and we were safe then we could process everything that had happened. 

“No. He got hit.” Jackson said with a huff. Webster was not picking up on the social cues being hurled at him. How did he not see or feel the tension as soon as he mentioned Bill’s name, it was so thick you could cut it with a knife. 

The truck stopped moving as we stood. Lieb held out his hand for me to grab to help me jump down. I took his hand, hopping down and landing beside him, “Thank you.” I said giving him a smile, but I could tell Webster had put him in a sour mood. I waited for Babe to hop down as well. He stood up in the truck, “Yeah, Bill got hit. Blew his whole leg off.” Babe said to Webster. Great now he’s made both of them mad. Babe jumped down, walking in stride with me. We walked alongside the trucks that had parked.

“Spread out. Hold along this line till I figure out where we’re going.” Don said, striding forward from behind us. Making his way over to where Captain Speirs was talking to another officer. I hung back as the men kept walking. Waiting by the trucks for instructions, no good me holding the line with no weapon. 

“Sarge.” Web called from behind me, I turned to look at the man as he walked. He brushed past me, his rifle still in its bag clocking me right in the head. I stumbled backwards, tripping over rubble on the floor. I landed on the ground with a hard thud. Ow! Fucking dick! I rubbed my head, grimacing in pain. He didn’t even realise he had done it, continuing to walk towards Malarkey. I got to my feet, brushing the dirt from my hands. I glared at the man, great now he’s pissed me off too. The sounds of shells being fired whistled through the air. I ducked my head down barely trying to cover myself. I watched with pure shock as Webster dove onto the ground face planting into the snow. I covered my mouth trying to muffle the laughter escaping my lips. Malarkey turned around to see his soldier lying in the snow. I giggled furiously behind the men. 

“What’s the matter there, Webster? Nervous in the service?” Don asked the man. I almost fell to the floor again in a fit of hysterics, wiping the tears from my eyes. The scene of Webster flying through the air replaying in my head. Well I’m not mad at him anymore. 

Don finished talking to Webster, sending him off to speak with Captain Speirs. “Em, you’re with me, let’s go.” Don called to me as he passed. I hurried after him, trailing behind a little so that he could speak to others if he needed. 

I split from the group needing to find Lip, I saw him slink away into one of the houses they were setting up CP in. I hurried in watching Lip take a seat on one of the couches. 

“Lip, how are you feeling?” I asked the man coming to kneel beside the couch he rested on. 

“Great.” He smiled. I placed my hand on his forehead, he was running a fever. His skin was clammy and hot. His complexion was pallor in colour, and even from here I could hear the evident wheeze in his chest. He coughed into a handkerchief, producing a greenish yellow phlegm. George laid a blanket over the man as I assessed him. I pulled the stethoscope from my bag, Lip leaned forward knowing the drill. I untucked his top from the back, sliding my hand under his shirt to press the diaphragm of the stethoscope to his back. 

He winced, “Sorry cold hands.” I apologised from my freezing fingers that touched his warm skin. 

“Deep breath in.” He inhaled for me as I listened in one spot. “And out.” He exhaled. I could hear the rattle in his chest clearly, as he exhaled. I moved the diaphragm around listening to different parts of the lungs, from the top of the lung field to the bottom. I removed my hand from under his shirt, tucking it back in. 

“How does it sound?” He asked, reading over a paper George had handed him. 

“Well Lip it sounds better than last time I checked, but there is still fluid present in the lungs. So you need to rest. If you keep going you’re going to crash. They have this handled, you need to go lie down. There are beds in the back, go sleep. And remember at least three pillows, you need your head elevated.” I tried to explain to him, but even when he first got sick he refused to rest, saying there was too much work to do. I could only drag a horse to water.  

“George, have you had any word about if they will send us some antibiotics?” I asked Luz as he moved around the room organising things. 

“No, sorry Em.” I sighed, frustrated, he needed that medication. 

“Hey, look who it is. Nice digs, huh, Lip?” I tucked the blanket into Lip’s side knowing he would refuse to move and go to bed. I looked over to Webster who stood in the passageway. 

“Sergeant Lipton? Feeling alright?” Webster asked the man.

“He’s got pneumonia.” George informed the curious soldier. I still knelt beside him, concern apparent on my features. He gave me his sorry-I-will-go-rest-soon-face. 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Webster shared his apologies. 

“What are you sorry about? He’s alive. Got a couch, a goddamn blanket, snug as a bug.” George said cigarette hanging from his mouth. I stood from my position, placing my stethoscope back into my bag. 

“Sergeant Malarkey said to check with the CO if I should be in 2nd platoon.” Webster said. 

“Have a seat, Webster. We’ll get you situated.” Lipton ushered the man to sit. He took a place at the old piano. 

“How long have you been sick?” Webster inquired. 

“Long enough.” I patted the man on his shoulder. Poor guy had been ill for a while. He had a cold at first, which I said in the first place for him to rest and let it pass. But being the caring man that he is couldn’t leave his soldiers. So he worked still, causing the cold to become worse and then it deteriorated into pneumonia. Still even with that he refused to lie still and do nothing. Which I encouraged him to do so many times, I had given up. 

“And when did nurses start helping on the frontlines?” He turned and asked me. 

“Ah, I’m a medic.” I answered. 

“Oh, that’s right! I recognise you now.” He smiled, “Yeah, wow, I’m surprised you’re still alive.” We all stilled. I sent him a disbelieving look, surely he didn’t just say that to me.

“Um… thanks?” I wasn’t sure what to say. 

“Of course Em is still alive, she’s tough as nails. Huh Em?” George came and stood beside me wrapping an arm around me as he gave me a squeeze. I smiled at Luz, nodding my head. 

“Sure am.” I turned to look at Webster, who assessed the interaction. He seemed to be puzzled at the closeness we shared. Too bad for him, it was a common sentiment I shared with all the Easy men. 

Footsteps sounded from the doorway. A young man appeared in the room. “Is this the CP for Easy company?” He asked, looking lost. 

“Yes, sir.” Lip said, moving to sit up on the couch. Everyone else in the room stood as well. I inspected the man closer, recognising the dash on his helmet showing he was a ranking officer. 

“As you were.” He told the men who stood at his arrival. “Lieutenant Jones looking for Captain Speirs.” 

“He’s on his way, sir. Why don’t you sit down.” Lip told the Lieutenant. I moved from my position standing next to Lip’s couch. I gave Luz a small wave heading for the door. Captain Speirs strolled in right as I was about to leave. He gave me a warm smile as we passed. 

“Listen, for Christ’s sake, will you go back in the back and sack out? There’s some beds back there with fresh sheets.” I heard Ron tell Lip. 

“I told him that sir, he wouldn’t listen.” I called over my shoulder. 

“Listen to Emily, she's the medic.” I laughed as Ron scolded him. I left the CP heading to where 2nd platoon had been placed. I passed Winters and Nix on my way out as well. 

“Emily! You’re looking well.” Nixon called to me, I smiled brightly at the man as I hadn’t seen him in a while. He moved forward arms wide, I stepped into his tight hug. I pulled away from Nix. Winters smiled at me, giving me a loving squeeze on the arm, as I grinned at him.  

“It’s good to see you both.” I told them happily. The exchange was brief before they set off again in the direction I had just come from. 

#band of brothers fanfic #donald malarkey #band of brothers #hbo war #fanfic #joe toye #bill guarnere #dick winters #david webster #joe liebgott #babe hefferon #Chuck Grant #Web doesn't know how to read a room #and also doesn't know how to speak to women #wow im surprised you're still alive #what a charmer

[joetoyesbrassknuckles101]

I'm back! this is inspired by women in the army in the 40's.

#band of brothers #easy company #hbo war #women #40s #army #picture

[she-wolf09231982]

A War Miniseries of Their Own

Help set a timeless example that serving with pride is also a woman's prerogative in every branch of the military. Sign the petition link attached to support A War Miniseries of Their Own!

Just signatures! Not asking for any money!

This is my own personal petition I’m pushing for. I’m a veteran who is looking to do the HBO War series justice by retelling the story of the military women in America’s history. Who better to play the part than a veteran who’s already been through the training? Please support your fellow Tumblr girl and sign 💚🪖🫡

(Just imagine the fanfics you could write if this takes off!) 😉

#women #military history #military women #hbowar #hbo war #air force #wasp #marines #army #navy #us marines #us air force #us army #us navy #support #veterans #servicewomen #reservists #national guard #band of sisters #bandofbrothers #the pacific #generation kill #masters of the air #mota #a war miniseries of their own #band of brothers imagines #hbo war icons #hbo war edit #a league of their own

[adanseydivorce]

I think it’s so funny that djats is a world in which the women are all friends and like each other a lot and the men never want to interact unless it’s to talk about music or a girl and frequently straight up hate each other

#djats #s speaks #daisy jones and the six #feminist utopia if you think about it #genuinely in the last episode when Graham and Billy interacted for a sec I was like have these people ever spoken? And they’re brothers #and they were talking about Karen #I genuinely love this aspect. tbh not that different from the book either the men in the six mostly hate each other and KarenDaisy Vibe #failed the reverse bechdel test (affectionate) #in ep 7 no men interacted because Nicky was the only one in the ep. in ep 8 all the one on one male interactions were centered on a woman #the only episode I’m confident has men talking to each other about things other than the music and women is ep 1. Maybe no ep post Daisy #joining the band has this. A win for society

[hinkel-im-home]

A Georgian emigrée with dangerous ties, a knack for languages and a fiery longing to run far, far away from home. A French-American resistance fighter, the unfortunate bastard daughter of a socialite, who seems to always be pushed into the spotlight. A Swiss orphan who is just trying to stay alive, away from the danger that tainted her childhood and that she can't seem to shake.

If it had been fate, or destiny, or coincidence, nobody could say. What was sure, was that these women were brought together by the waves of misery and sorrow that tore through the continent in those brutal, crucial years. Their pasts trailing behind them like a shadow, always too close for comfort, they learned to lean on each other, slowly, warily. When a mission goes haywire and their position in the SOE is endangered, their carefully built foundations are shaken by a trip across the Atlantic, and they must acclimate themselves to raucous and suspicious troops they are meant to tolerate on a long trek through Europe.

hello! i've been gone for about a year, but ive been working on this fic for a while and thought i might share it. there are so many inspiring stories on this app and others from brilliant users who write compelling stories and characters, and though it's certainly stressful to publish my own writing, i thought i might as well. as soon as my account reopens on ao3, i'll likely post there too. this is just the blurb, and nothing is final, but i'd love to hear feedback from you, let me know in the comments if you would actually read this please!

kisses xx

#hbo war #original characters #women supporting women #im shaking in me wellies ive never shared any of my writing #oc x canon #band of brothers

[whollyjoly]

ZIM ZAM, HOLY ONE!!!

For the ask game: 1, 9, 10 and 21, please??

May the Lads stay with ya >:]

ZIM ZAM my dear!

1 - what is your fav part about being in the fandom?

i answered this in a long and rambley and sappy way here, sorry its so long but im feeling WAYS about THINGS okay 😅

9 - a ship that you can't get enough of?

FUCK that is!! so hard!! but im gonna have to go for two because i honestly cant choose

Winnix the og bob ship for me. married behavior. i asked my bf who he thinks people ship from bob and this was literally the first thing out of his mouth with the words "well, obviously". like the absolute goddamn devotion to literally follow each other across multiple oceans if the other asked?? we'll go to chicago i'll take you there?? goin my way?? ron damian tom decisions were made and i just want to talk

Baberoe this ship absolutely has a stranglehold on me. i remember rewatching bastogne for the first time after a few years and was like...wait a second...this is so soft?? its the gazes and the yearning and the caretaking (babe making sure doc eats, doc searching for babe just to give him some chocolate after julian and the soft way he says perfect when babe eats some) and they make my heart MELT. im pretty sure most of my wips are baberoe related and i am not in the least ashamed

10 - an oc that you can't get enough of?

...okay so this is where i admit that i havent been as good as i should be about reading everyones ocs?? oc fic is super new to me, so ive been trying my best!! but i did just start reading @coco-bean-1218's series with claire and i am loving it so far!!

21 - what quote from the show you find yourself quoting in real life all the time?

ohhhhh so many?? but i do find myself saying "shoulda been born earlier nix" a lot if im feeling particularly Done With Shit, and every time my computer is being slow i'll say "what is the godDAMN HOLDUP" 🤣

thank YOU my dear sister web for stopping by!! zim zam, and let the lads look favorably upon you!!

#these just make me so happy okay #and im so glad people are doing them and having a good time!! #a happy day for a happy fandom #me and the gang (bottom text) #winnix #baberoe #well behaved women never make history #band of brothers #bofb #hbowar #ask game #love y'all so much #em speaks

[panzershrike-pretz]

I don't usually post my drawings here but i just drew @coco-bean-1218 's amazing oc, Claire O'Connor, and wanted to share :D

Here she is! I'm so excited to read WBWNMH that I couldn't stop myself from drawing the mc lmao

#fanart #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers oc #wbwnmh #well-behaved women never make history #hbo war oc #original character

[almost-a-class-act]

"We noticed immediately how often the local citizens used the word 'black'. We were accustomed to the use of the word as an adjective, not as a racial designation. Of course, we had heard it when it was meant to be derogatory. (Twenty years later we were beginning to accept that designation, with pride and dignity.)"

-Lt. Col. Charity Adams Earley, in reference to her posting in the UK as the commander of the only unit of black American women to serve overseas during WWII

#this got my attention because I thought immediately about Eugene Roe referring to 'the black girl' in Band of Brothers #and I'm 100% sure that the writers of BoB did not bother to look up the history of racism #so it was not intentional #but worthy of note that they managed to bungle both Anna's real name (which was Augusta) #and also the only other way another character refers to her #anyway i'm really enjoying Earley's memoir called One Woman's Army #i'm learning a lot! #wwii #women's army corps #charity adams earley #one woman's army #american history

[californiagoddess]

Tbh I do wear makeup for my fittings. I'm sorry women 😭 but it's because 1. They usually tell us to lol 2. They expect us to wear it on the day anyway 3. I want to look how they want me to look to maximize my chance of camera time 🥰 but I still do such light makeup it takes me 5 minutes and the makeup lady on this show always yells at me because she thinks I'm not wearing enough 😒 but it's fine this is still a really fun show and I love playing a crazy person

#if you want to take the brothers' side that's one thing but being a fangirl? really? They're not in a band #Anyway they cheated on their wives while in prison (at least one of them did) so they were not worthy of women obsessing over them #and they weren't THAT hot. the actors playing them are hotter if we're being real