#bluebonnets in winter
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Eli Winter - For a Chisos Bluebonnet
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eugene roe x best friend + medic! reader hcs
word count: 900+
warnings: mentions of war (obv) but overall fluffy happy stuff :)
notes: this is really self-indulgent but i hope y'all enjoy it too
first of all, i feel like you're the only person that eugene would ever call by their nickname (at least before babe)
his nickname(s) for you would probably be based off your name or where you're from (if you're not also from louisiana), like “bluebonnet” for texas
your nickname(s) for him would be gene, bayou, or my favorite: genie
when you call him by his real name, that's how you know it's a serious matter
someone would ask: “why do you call doc roe genie?”
“‘cause he makes your wishes come true when he treats you”
if you're from louisiana, then that’s how you know him; otherwise, you guys met in the army, or thru my personal hc: you went to nursing school in louisiana and met him in a town there before the war started
being friends with eugene means that you’re either an extrovert or actually an introvert who is less soft-spoken than eugene and is therefore the more outgoing one between the two of you (bc someone has to be the talker and it's not going to be him)
when he gets mad at you (usually coming from a place of concern, like you were being too risky saving someone…or you didn't eat), he cusses at you/reprimands you in french, and if you don’t know french, then you’re just hearing angry french noises
will give you chocolate bars, a listening ear, and words of advice when you're feeling down (bc his love language is acts of service and quality time)
you’re there to calm him down whenever all his bottled up emotions are too much to suppress any further and he blows up, like with winters and welsh or when he returns from bastogne
you let him know that what he’s feeling is entirely valid and shouldn’t be swallowed down
he’d definitely go off at/death stare anyone messing with you, and you'd do the same for him (but everyone in the company loves y'all so i don't see this happening)
you’re the one who encourages him to talk to easy company’s men, because you know that you could lose them but you’re friends with them anyway and you want him to get close to them too
when eugene’s smiling, you’re smiling because you just want to see him happy
actually, he smiles the most around you, even if it's the fleeting kind
you, as you snuff out the cigarette he was smoking: “how do you smoke and you're a medic? that stuff kills you”
cue eugene hitting you with a slightly annoyed look (he does that a lot) (with love ofc)
when he comes back from the town of bastogne for the first time, you like to tease him about meeting renée
“someone finally understood your gibberish!” or “bayou, why does your face look red? usually you look sickly and pale”
bc that boy looks like a ghost in the ardennes
you’re cheerful when he makes a friend in babe heffron, because until then eugene was only sticking by you
during off-duty times where no one's actively in danger, the two of you are inseparable; where one goes the other is not far, and that goes for anywhere the company takes you
you guys shared a foxhole in bastogne before dike told you two to split up so the company didn’t lose two medics with one shelling
but before that you would huddle up with him for warmth, your head on his shoulder and his head resting on your head
sibling bond fr
from a distance, he smiles as he watches you interact and laugh with the easy guys until you pull him in so he could be part of the camaraderie too
when someone yells medic, one of you goes and the other stays if someone else gets hurt for max efficiency
when the two of you do work together, it's like you guys are in sync, hardly needing to use words to communicate what the other needs to do
you like to mess up his already spiky hair
you can tell when he’s feeling despondent, so you just sit there with him in silence, keeping him company with a few jokes or random stories here and there to get his mind off of things, seeing as he's not really one to vent
if you like someone in the company, trust that eugene is scrutinizing them, making sure that they’re a good match for you and that they’re going to treat you right
he’ll also warn you that having a crush in the military or being in a relationship during war could be dangerous; he has your best interests at heart, but you have to tell him that you know what you're getting into
he WILL tease you a little bit though
“want me to go injure (your crush’s name) so you can treat him?”
cue you smacking him with a “gene!”
he’s protective over you; he’ll stand slightly in front of you when shit starts going down, and if you’re close enough, he’ll check that you're okay first before going on to the rest of the men
you best believe that after the war, you guys are still the best of friends and will keep in touch and visit each other, even if your paths diverge
the rapport between fellow medics is unmatched, and that’s especially the case for you two <3
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#band of brothers#band of brothers x reader#eugene roe#eugene roe x reader#hbo war#doc roe#doc roe x reader#hbo war fanfic#band of brothers imagines#band of brothers imagine#101st airborne#easy company#shane taylor#band of brothers fanfic
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Some more harbingers of spring: Rosettes of Texas storksbill (Erodium texanum) and Texas bluebonnet (Lupinus texensis); four-nerved daisies (Tetraneuris scaposa), well-known for blooming through mild winters; the beautiful foliage of green lily aka Texas feathershank (Schoenocaulon texanum); cutleaf evening primrose (Oenothera laciniata); and an early-blooming giant spiderwort (Tradescantia gigantea).
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OC NEW YEARS CHALLENGE: day #1: what a tangled web we weave
Maia Smith + vulnerability
maybe this time - cabaret / anna white / munscap3 on instagram / dodinsky / a self-portrait in letters - anne sexton / scott leger / brett williams / the lion in winter - james goldman / stephanie kuehnert / tv - billie eilish / bluebonnet scene - robert julian onderdonk / khaled hosseini / oscar wilde / laurell k. hamilton / isabel durant on instagram / anne frank / chenchenwrites on twitter / naguib mahfouz / pinterest / i hate everything right now - sari moon / empire blue - brenna womer / pinterest / e. lockhart / pinterest / death on the nile - agatha christie / lauren bowman / haruki murakami / holly warburton / robert brault / oscar wilde
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You didn't ask for it but 11., 21., 24., 29., 56., 66.! :)
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11. what do you have for breakfast on an average day?
Normally coffee first thing and then either a banana or a pastry of some sort later when I get to work.
21. obsession from childhood?
Naruto & Pokemon
24. favorite crystal?
amethyst
29. best way to bond with you?
Naruto 🙈 but honestly though I feel like the naruto fandom is where so many of my friendships have originated over the years, both online and offline, and when I was in school. as silly as it may sound, it's been such a constant in my life and such a common icebreaker with a lot of people 🤭
oh also, read Dragon's Winter by Elizabeth A. Lynn!
56. favorite tradition?
when my grandpa was alive, he used to take a pen and draw a simple bunny or a cat on our arms. I'm not sure how it started, but it became a tradition for the grandkids at visits or family reunions to "get a bunny" from him. Sometimes there would be a line of us waiting to get drawn on, even the older/adult grandchildren. It was a very cute thing he used to do ;v;
66. favorite flower(s)?
sunflowers, marigolds/cempasuchil, chrysanthemums, bluebonnets, cactus blooms
#asks#thanks fifi ^^#also i looked up the fairytale you had mentioned - 'jorinde and joringel' - since i hadn't heard of it#it sounds very cool :O
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Discovering the Prime Seasons for Your Texan Expedition
Texas, the second-largest state in the United States, offers a diverse tapestry of experiences, from vibrant urban landscapes to serene natural wonders. Determining the optimal time to visit this expansive destination involves navigating its varied climates and cultural calendar to ensure an unforgettable adventure.
Understanding Texas's Climate
Spanning multiple climatic regions, Texas experiences a range of weather patterns throughout the year:
Spring (March to May): Spring emerges as one of the best times to visit Texas. With mild temperatures and blooming wildflowers, this season offers ideal conditions for outdoor activities, cultural festivals, and exploring the state's diverse attractions.
Summer (June to August): Texas summers bring sweltering heat and high humidity, particularly in the central and southern regions. While this season may deter some visitors, it's an excellent time for water-based activities, such as swimming, tubing, and enjoying the state's many water parks.
Fall (September to November): Fall heralds cooler temperatures and a vibrant tapestry of colors as foliage begins to change. From attending football games to indulging in seasonal cuisine, fall offers a wealth of experiences for travelers to immerse themselves in Texan culture.
Winter (December to February): Winters in Texas are mild compared to other parts of the country, making it an appealing destination for those seeking relief from colder climates. While snow is rare in most regions, winter offers opportunities for outdoor recreation, holiday festivities, and exploring without the crowds.
Choosing the Optimal Time to Visit
Spring: With pleasant weather, blooming landscapes, and a myriad of cultural events, spring stands out as one of the best seasons to visit Texas. Whether you're exploring the bluebonnet trails, attending music festivals, or indulging in Texan cuisine, spring offers a delightful blend of experiences.
Fall: Fall is another favored time to visit Texas, especially for those enchanted by the changing colors of the foliage and the excitement of football season. With cooler temperatures and a bustling calendar of events, fall provides ample opportunities for outdoor adventures and cultural immersion.
Winter: While winter may not be the most popular time for tourists, it offers a quieter and more affordable alternative for exploring Texas. From holiday markets to outdoor ice skating rinks, winter festivities abound, providing opportunities to experience the warmth of Texan hospitality.
Summer: Despite the heat, summer remains a popular time for family vacations and outdoor recreation in Texas. From cooling off at water parks to exploring indoor attractions and museums, there are plenty of ways to beat the heat and make the most of the summer months.
Special Considerations
High Tourist Seasons: Travelers should be mindful of peak tourist seasons, such as spring break and major holidays, when popular destinations may experience higher crowds and hotel prices.
Weather Events: Texas is susceptible to extreme weather events, including hurricanes, tornadoes, and heatwaves. Visitors should stay informed about weather forecasts and take necessary precautions to ensure a safe and enjoyable trip
Conclusion: on the best time to visit Texas is akin to selecting from a treasure trove of experiences, each season offering its own unique allure. Whether you're drawn to vibrant festivals, outdoor adventures, or cultural immersion, the Lone Star State promises a memorable journey regardless of the time of year.
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The Escape
This grew out of an unhinged convo that @deadhumourist and I had over DMs ages ago. Now that it’s wintertime and very cold where I am, I decided to write it up for her. Hope the rest of you enjoy it as well!
Word count: 1400
Rating: Mature, 18+ only (no minors)
Outline: Old West AU? Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x You (race-neutral, blank slate female reader insert; no racial description, no physical description, no name, no use of “Y/N”)
Warnings: Yearning and anticipation on both sides; mentions of Jack rescuing you and helping you to escape from some kind of vague danger; Jack affectionately nicknames you “Bluebonnet”; mutual lusty pining; both characters imagining “what if”; mentions and imaginings of sex acts; cranking up the heat on this wintry day
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The mustang’s hooves clop slowly across the hard ground as Jack guides you to safety through the barren forest. The dry, frozen air of mid-winter makes the sound seem louder than it is, echoing off nearby trees and bouncing back to your ears.
Your focus shifts as your heart rate slows. The adrenaline from Jack scooping you up onto his horse has dribbled out of your veins, bleeding into a numb calmness as he puts distance between you and your hard circumstances.
Your hand aches, clutching at the rough, wool saddle blanket that Jack had wrapped around you both, ordering you to keep it closed for warmth as his rough breath warmed your ear. The sharp, direct order had cut through your fear and you had followed his directions to the letter. You kept the blanket closed over your sternum tightly. An hour into the journey and your fingers were aching, but you refused to let go. You wanted Jack to be proud of you for following his order, for keeping his arms warm and his hands free so that he could steer properly. You wanted to be smart and useful to him.
You tried to ignore the gentle rocking of his thighs against yours where they cupped you, holding you steady on his mount. After everything, you are shocked that your mind is wandering to such lusty images, and you attempt to chastise yourself out of thinking about such things…but the rough denim of his pants conceals a bulge that rocks gently against your ass with every step the horse takes.
For his part, Jack is fighting lusty thoughts of his own. As his breath slows and the horse’s gallop changes to a saunter, Jack tries to ignore the soft curves of your hips under your long winter skirts, and the summery scent of your perfume… delectable notes of lily of the valley and rose that waft up from the heat of your body and tickle his nose.
It makes him want to find a safe haven, some little culvert or cabin where he can build a fire and put the thick, warm blanket to better use, perhaps as a bed where he can take you gently and show you what good love is supposed to be… if you’ll have him. Maybe after what you’ve been through, he shouldn’t be thinking such things, but the rage that flared in his gut at seeing you in need of rescue has boiled down to a simmer, and he needs to let off steam one way or another.
He clears his throat and reassures you, “Won’t be much longer now, Bluebonnet.”
“Why do you call me that?”
“Your scarf,” he brings his left hand gently up to your face and tugs affectionately on the fabric that you’ve wrapped over your head and knotted under your chin, hoping to keep some warmth around your ears.
“You were wearing this the first day I saw you. Same color as a field full of Texas bluebonnets.” Then, as if that’s all that needs to be said, he trails off into silence.
You reach back in your mind and try to remember that day, but the time and distance from that moment make things fuzzy. You remember cradling your hard-won harvest of berries in your scarf, tied around your waist like an apron as you emerged from the edge of the forest. And on the road were Jack and another man riding toward town, the sun beating down on the brims of their hats, shadows obscuring their faces.
If you had been prescient of everything that would transpire between that moment and now, you’re not sure if you would have done things any differently.
It all ended up with you here, feeling the warmth of Jack’s body against your back, the muscles of his thighs as they tense and squeeze against yours. He’s more relaxed than when the first lengths of galloping put distance between you and that terrible town, but his breath still comes in heavy sighs, and you can tell he’s holding something back.
“S’that all it was? The color?” You chide yourself internally for sounding hard, ungrateful for the compliment in how he compared you to a pretty sight from his home state.
You hear Jack’s breath hitch, and then his voice comes deeper, tickling down your neck in warm puffs and up your spine in electric zig zags. “And your strength.”
You think that’s all he’s going to say, but then Jack surprises you, adding, “They go to seed, dig themselves into the dirt in th’ autumn… they grow best in hard soil, rocky places… they bide their time, gettin’ strong all winter, an’ in springtime they bloom blue and pretty and soft… whole waves of ‘em, far as the eye can see.”
He ends it there, and your mind reels.
This man sees you… you wonder at that, and your normally quick tongue is stunned into silence as your brain picks over all the golden threads he’s just revealed. You follow the words with your mind, chasing them around in your brain as the horse slows, then stops.
There’s a clearing just ahead, and Jack turns the mustang slightly sideways, assessing whether it’s safe or dangerous before he approaches any further. His breath comes hot and hard against your ear through the thin material of your scarf, and you fight a whine when his left arm grips you tight around your middle.
His hand drifts down to your left hip, and he squeezes you hard: a silent message to keep still as he shifts, perhaps making moves to dismount. You want to squirm and rub yourself against the saddle, give yourself friction and action to combat the heavy silence and the frozen air. Your heart is beating so hard you want to faint.
You breathe in a slow drag through your nose, and that makes it worse. You can smell frost and leather and the living animal underneath you, and layered in with everything is him… smoky, manly soap and fresh sweat and his morning coffee. You turn your face away from the clearing and tuck your ear against his shoulder, and lean into the comforting warmth of Jack as he guards you and protects you.
Jack watches the clearing and sees a slight movement and he freezes, his massive hand grips your hip harder, and you forget yourself long enough that a small, “Mmh,” escapes your lips before you stuff it back down.
Your bitten-off moan coincides with Jack’s realization that the movement is a deer, seeking leaves where none have been for weeks, and he relaxes with a chuckle. His laugh vibrates through his chest, pressed against your back, and you exhale a sigh of relief.
Jack’s distraction subsides and a puzzle piece falls into place. Your noise, that mewl when he gripped your hip through your skirts, and the slight shift of your hips… Jack knows what desire looks like and sounds like from a woman, and he’s happy he hasn’t been nursing a one-sided infatuation. The minute he gets you to safety he’s finding the softest bed and the warmest fire, and he’s going to make sure you don’t have to muffle those noises. He wants them all, just for himself, and he’s damned if he’ll let you hide them from him again.
You turn as far around as you can and lift your eyes to look at Jack, and when your eyes meet you can’t breathe all over again.
Jack’s deep brown eyes are boring into you intently, and you wonder if he’s thinking about the same things you are… how all you want to do is nuzzle the tip of your nose into the little hollow just under his earlobe and trail it up to his sideburns, because you know that that's where a man smells the most like himself. You want to brush your lips over the stubble that's dusted over the curve of his jaw, feel the contrast of it against your soft lips… press a kiss into the skin of his throat and feel his heartbeat as it moves blood through his jugular before you flick the tip of your tongue out to taste the salt of his skin… but you can’t, because you're still fleeing everything that he's rescued you from.
You’re grateful for that, but you're so desperately aroused and so tired from running that all you want to do is turn and sit sideways across his lap, snuggle into him for warmth and safety and let him hold you and fuck you until you fall asleep.
The moment passes, and Jack flicks his eyes toward the clearing before prompting the horse with his heels.
“Won’t be far now, Bluebonnet, I promise.”
You turn your face toward the future, and let Jack guide you there.
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#jack daniels x you#jack daniels x f!reader#race-neutral fics#poc friendly fanfic#poc friendly#fanfic for everyone#race-neutral reader insert#race neutral reader insert#race neutral fanfic
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<3 hellooooo
SARA i was hoping u would send one 🥰 ok here we go
freshly baked bread. like. warm buttered bread w some honey drizzled on top
this excerpt from an unsent letter of mine: "...melting away, into green meadows filled with bluebonnets and firewheels and pink evening primroses."
summer child by conan gray
a housecat napping on a heated blanket, next to a frosted-over window in the midst of winter
this candle i bought last week that has notes of cashmere, red currant, & sweet gin
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OC ask thingy (mainly curious 'bout Bluebonnet & Feilan): 4, 7, 12, 15.
4) What’s your OC’s response to being asked for money by a homeless person?
Feilan 1 would give them a little bit of cash. Feilan 2 would give them a lot of cash because Feilan 2 is very wealthy and doesn't really know how money works (goddamn trust fund baby). Feilan 3 would first evaluate the homeless person as a threat and then follow Yang or Ruby's lead. Feilan 4 would give them some money, hope Weiss doesn't say anything insensitive, and then resign himself to her endless questions about the nature of a society that allows some of its members to be homeless.
Bluebonnet has to fight to not give them everything in her wallet. She's very kindhearted and generous with her money. It's almost impossible for her to see someone in trouble and not try to help.
7) Realistically, could your OC (in their normal circumstances- i.e. at thier own house/battlecamp/spaceship etc.) keep a small child alive for a week if they had to? A Dog? A Houseplant? A rock with a smiley face painted on?
Feilan had to babysit a bunch of younger sisters, he's got this. Bluebonnet is also very good at keeping small helpless creatures alive.
12) What perfectly-normal-to-them-thing does your OC do that confuses/pisses off/terrifies their neighbors?
Answered this for Bluebonnet already. Feilan 1 doesn't have anything super weird that he does, but people do tend to find his insistence on not being around open flames (people keep setting him on fire) a bit off-putting.
Feilan 2 will occasionally say things that suggest that he is both readily familiar with the Creatures of Grimm and doesn't consider them a threat, an attitude unusual even for a seasoned Huntsman.
Feilan 3 will casually mention his absolutely brutal training that involved being abandoned in a Grimm-infested forest with a broken arm and told to find his way home or die as if this is a thing he should be grateful for.
Feilan 4 has a number of not-quite-normal mannerisms that make other Beacon students a bit scared to approach him because he's spent an entire semester at his previous school trying to present himself as a threat so his fellow students don't kill and eat him, not necessarily in that order, and he hasn't learned how to turn that off yet. He freaks the absolute hell out of Qrow and Winter by informing them that the environment he and Team RWBY escaped to come to Beacon had something like an 80% fatality rate among the students.
15) How often does your OC “zone out” or do things on autopilot and how severe have the problems that have arisen from that been?
Feilan 1 zones out when doing paperwork. This has bitten him in the ass on at least one occasion because Blake took the opportunity to sneak something into his paperwork that she probably shouldn't have. The nature of his training means that otherwise, he's always on alert and expecting an attack. He also tends to see his focus slip when he doesn't get enough sleep, which has directly led to spoileriffic consequences.
Feilan 2 is too interested in what's going on around him to zone out much.
Feilan 3 is almost constantly in bodyguard mode as the result of the deal he made to get into Beacon. The only time he's not focused is when chilling with friends or when Yang and Ruby are feeding.
Feilan 4 will not relax his guard for an instant because he justifiably fears that a moment of inattention will get him (and later the people he cares about) killed.
All Feilans frequently lose brain function in the presence of beautiful women. Yang and Cinder in particular like to (try to) take advantage of this. Coco does too on occasion (she's gay but just likes messing with him). Blake 4 is an absolute shit about it.
Bluebonnet zones out when studying or doing stuff like paperwork (not her favorite) and when she's drinking at a bar. She's always very sharp when she plays poker, though, even if she's had a little too much whiskey beforehand. She's definitely failed written exams because she got bored and wandered off into her own head, but she's never lost focus in a combat situation.
Ask me more of these I'm having so much fun answering them
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Eli Winter — S/T (Three-Lobed)
Eli Winter by Eli Winter
This may be Chicagoan guitarist Eli Winter’s first self-titled album, but that certainly doesn’t indicate a paucity of collaborators. And while Winter, a folk experimentalist with formidable chops has focused on these skills on previous releases, here he revels in musical partnerships. Ryley Walker, Yasmin Williams, Tyler Damon, David Grubbs and the late jaimie branch are all featured on the album. Compositions that are filled with interesting combinations but never overstuffed make this an engaging listen all the way through.
“For a Chisos Bluebonnet” brings pedal steel to the fore with Winter’s guitar, the resulting duo entirely in keeping with leftfield country. “Davening in Threes” employs a trio of guitars in an effusive jam. A brief drum solo sends it into a slow, abstract section with aphoristic punctuation. It then returns to the opening’s freewheeling demeanor. In its opener, “No Fear” has creepy, howling vocals and whammy bar guitar playing angular melodies. This is followed by low guitar arpeggiations, guitar glissandos, and propulsive drums. It is like an alt-folk horror movie score. The coda knits a signature Winter riff between the gradually diminishing clangor.
“Brain on Ice” is quite different. An enjoyable, ambling tune with recognizable changes and an old-fashioned turn around. Once again, pedal steel matches guitar riff for riff and chugging bass and drums fill out a pleasant, yet skillfully deployed, ambience. “Dayenu” features branch, and every note serves as a heartfelt valediction from this extraordinary musician. Midway through, there is once again a pause and interlude followed by a sweet-toned descending progression featuring chord melody by Winter and a fiery solo by branch. The final track, “Unbecoming” begins with solo harmonium, a delicate sound that foreshadows the lyric, autumnal quality of Winter’s playing. A compound tune with a Celtic quality, “Unbecoming” gradually builds into a rousing close with fleet fiddle joining the other instruments.
The genre hybrids that Winter addresses in S/T mix well, and the arrangements are, to a song, well-crafted and conceived. It appears that Winter thrives with a bit of company. One hopes he will make collaborative albums in the future as well.
Christian Carey
#eli winter#three-lobed#christian carey#albumreview#dusted magazine#guitar#pedal steel#yasmin williams#ryley walker#tyler damon#david grubbs#jaimie branch
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hello, welcome to my blog! i write for the characters of band of brothers! i go by saint, bluebonnet, or nurse! below the read more includes my masterlist, to-write list, who i write for, request status and rules, and a little about me!
♤FIC HIGHLIGHT: louder than bombs (george luz x medic! reader angst)
♠️: for #bobcollab, i'm open to doing edits, moodboards, and fics!
masterlist
dick
things better left unsaid. (dick winters x nurse! reader angst)
noises in the bedroom with dick winters (smut hcs)
of sweet teeth and indulgence (dick winters x reader)
ron
rumors and gossip (ronald speirs x nurse! reader smut)
sticky fingers (ronald speirs x reader smut)
lew
loose lips sink ships (lewis nixon x medic! reader)
gene (platonic)
eugene roe x best friend + medic! reader (hcs)
lieb
the sniper (joseph liebgott x sniper! reader)
when worlds collide (joseph liebgott x air force! reader)
misc
noises in the bedroom with ron, lew, lieb, luz, and shifty (smut hcs)
to-write list
nothing yet!
i write for:
dick winters
ronald speirs
lewis nixon
joe liebgott
eugene roe (in a platonic capacity)
george luz
shifty powers
babe heffron
+ anyone else platonically (if i'm familiar enough with them — ex: bull, my bbygirl)
requests: CLOSED
as of right now, requests are not open since i want to get through some original ideas (+ i haven't made request rules yet)
about me
link to my original (unedited) post
+ if you couldn't tell, i am an absolute sucker for nurse/medic reader 😭😭
my thoughts on show vs real life
#band of brothers#band of brothers x reader#hbo war#band of brothers fanfic#hbo war fanfic#dick winters#richard winters#ronald speirs#ron speirs#lewis nixon#joe liebgott#joseph liebgott#george luz#easy company#101st airborne#band of brothers imagine#eugene roe#doc roe
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5, 20 and 26!
5. Favorite drink ☕️
Tea or water. Hot tea, iced tea. I just like tea.
20. Do you have or want any tattoos? 📜
I do have tattoos, 6 to be exact. 7 is coming in a couple of weeks, and I’m planning an alteration/cover up. I currently have a tiny infinity (for my kiddo), a hummingbird (for my grandmother) an arrow my dad drew with inhale exhale in my moms handwriting (it’s a survivors tattoo), a tiny Texas outline, a bluebonnet (a couple of my friends and I got matching bluebonnets) and a memorial tattoo for my cat and dog.
26. Winter or summer 🍹
Winter! Hands down. I hate the heat and I hate sweating.
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This last week I had off for my birthday and just enjoying the transition from winter to spring (well, as much as you can in global warming and unpredictable Texas weather) and flowers blooming and gatherings with loved ones in spite of the ongoing pandemmy. Sharing photos below in case anyone is nosy. Did I do any spring cleaning? No. But I sorted out my fabrics and sewed a casual lolita skirt so that's a step in the right direction at least lmao.
A few photos, but not too many because I am not in the business of sharing images or text with people with malicious intent who might be reading this tumblr and somehow have a use for blurry selfies and bad artwork and poor grammar.
First is all of the stuff I bought for my birthday (plus one gift from my friends, I don't have a lot of friends lol, so I buy myself gifts on behalf of everyone). Anime and game merch from Kinokuniya and Anime Yankii and Sentai Filmworks, books and blu-rays and CDs from Half Price Books, make up from Ulta and Sephora (repeated in the photos oops), went to a different Kinokuniya later and got more manga and game merch. Plus a bunch of treats and little drinks and eating at my favorite restaurants to get my birthday freebies!
I went to Meow Wolf in the mall with friends earlier this month, my first time visiting. It was crowded as expected but intriguing, I would visit another one when less crowded, although who knows when that will be lol.
And here are photos of a pink tulip blooming in my yard before it got attacked by rabbits, and some bluebonnets blooming late at the park where I tried to take selfies although they didn't turn out great, but I touched grass at least!
Lastly I went to another art market but different from the previous two markets today, and sewed a cute strawberry lolita skirt to wear from Joann fabrics cotton. The market ran out of freebies by the time I got there, so I shopped small artists I don't recognize, the best I can do for the economy these days. Haul photo later, you can always check this twitter thread if so interested in previous hauls from the past few years. https://twitter.com/atelierinsomnie/status/1768546857410506858
Here's the skirt, it's so simple, no pattern, the only innovation was adding a side pocket. It doesn't get its own blog post on my site, but I will probably make a post with my casual sewn projects later for archival purposes.
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Native planting, community, and land
Today was a pretty incredible day.
Work was cancelled. Free day in the middle of the week. Bad for my checkbook, good for my mental and spiritual health.
This morning was volunteer time at the butterfly garden. I helped a member pot a bunch of winecups so they'd be ready for the spring plant sale and I got to take a few home with me. After was lunch with the volunteer crew, and after that I followed a member home to pick up yet more plants. I spent a few hours at her house, her showing me around her front and back yard at all her native plants and her new landscaping, digging up the plants I was going to take home, potting them, then hanging out and chatting for a bit after.
When I got home I continued my work on my front yard, pulling up grass from a bed that got away from me in order to plant some of the new plants that were ready for it(the plants dug up and potted today have to wait a a couple weeks in shade to grow out their disturbed root systems).
While I was digging in the bed it finally happened. Someone in the neighborhood complimented my flowers. Currently the only things flowering are the bluebonnets, pink ladies/pink evening primrose, and bearded irises.
It was a simple compliment. "I like your flowers." It means the world.
Maybe ten minutes after that one of the older neighborhood boys, maybe 15 or 16, comes by on his way to hang out with his friend 2 houses down, joined by his friend's younger brother who's probably 8 or 9, and says he likes my flowers too. He asks me how long it took to grow them. When I said I planted the seeds in October it seemed to really wrinkle his brain, and I talked a little about the plants I have growing and why they took that long to grow and flower.
Maybe ten minutes after that the younger boy comes back over to my yard and starts asking me questions about my plants. What's growing, what the names of the ones flowering are, why I'm playing in the dirt(I was weeding), he would point to plants to ask about them and I showed him around the yard a bit. My favorite question that he kept asking was how old a plant was.
Does anyone wonder how old a plant that isn't a tree is? Probably not, having much shorter lifespans that we can easily see for ourselves. But what they do with that short amount of time, that single season in some cases, is incredible. What hardships they endure over winter in order to bloom in spring and summer. What hardships they endure currently, as my coreopsis are being defoliated by leaf beetle larvae. Coreopsis aren't their normal host plants, so even though the beetles are native my yard is out of balance because their natural predators don't know that that's where they need to find their food now. I prayed to Cernunnos at last Saturday's spring equinox ritual to help these tiny hunters find their prey.
It was very exciting. This is one of the goals I had when I started planting native plants. I didn't realize I'd hit it within my first year; I didn't start until the spring plant sale in May last year! People in my neighborhood are seeing my work, and they are being positively impacted!
With that interaction I learned that I knew more about my yard than I realized. Or rather, showing it to someone and talking about the plants was like realizing the normally loose leaf pieces of paper my notes are written on form a cohesive book.
I keep writing about my native planting on my witchcraft and paganism blog and I don't know if I've talked about how it relates, or if people can figure that out without me needing to say it. I feel like it can be sussed out with my personal writings on here, but I'm going to talk about it on this post anyways. This is related to my post the other night but not about that, I'm still planning on writing that post but I was too tired after work to do it.
This is what connecting with the land means to me. Yes, there are spaces where I can go and walk and sit among trees and plants in my neighborhood because I'm very lucky like that, and I need to get back out and do it again, but there's a different energy when you are the one shaping and cultivating the land. Building relation with the plants in my own yard, connecting with the land and the land spirits by restoring it.
Witchy books come out all the time talking about connecting with the land and what you can plant at home for a magical garden, but honestly I wonder how much you can truly connect with the land when you plant things that aren't native. What connection does that plant have with the land? What relationship does it have with the environment? What eats it, what benefits from it that's not a honeybee(itself an invasive non-native that out competes native bees and does a worse job pollinating native flowers)? If it escapes containment what sort of ecological damage can it do(how invasive is it)?
I plant native as an act of building relationship with the land in connection with all it's components, the bugs and the birds, the fungi, the spiders and snakes and lizards. There's no books, no guides on how to incorporate the plants of this land into a magical practice(by which I mean ready made correspondences and uses). It would be SO regional! The plants native in my area won't all be the same plants even 10 miles away! Hard to make a halfway decent selling book when only a tiny portion of even 1 state can use it. Plus, I believe you should take indigenous culture into account, learn which plants have special rules and respect them. Purchase from indigenous businesses when possible, and some plants shouldn't be purchased at all, only given as gifts.
So I gotta do it myself, and that's fine. Bree's post that I reblogged earlier will go a long way to making that easier.
#native gardening#native planting#should I start tagging these posts with their own tag?#idk what tag I'd use#rambling thoughts
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February 21, Day 52
Day 52 2015
I'm sorry but I'm using an old picture today. I'm just too sick and it feels nice to think of my sweet girl.
#dog #bluebonnets #picoftheday #project365 #day52
She's was such a sweet pupper. This was good day too at a Ft. Worth Nature Refuge.
Day 52 2016
Went to the movies with my sister today.
#movie #movies #theatre #deadpool #marvel #familyfun #pink #red #purple #shadesoflove #february #picoftheday #project365 #day52
Day 52 2017
If you like fruit and chocolate this is delish!
#brookside #chocolate #orangeandpeach #sogood #yum #february #picoftheday #project365 #day52
Day 52 2018
A small break in the day long storm to sneak out in my new rain boots to snap this!
#rain #thunderstorm #storm #water #wet #love #pluviophile #grass #clover #green #puddle #puddlejumpers #rainboots #winter #yard #nature #outdoors #pictureofapicture #instax #polaroid #snapshot #february #picoftheday #project365 #day52
Day 52 2019
The sticky bun didn’t last long enough for a picture 😜
#allgone #sogood #food #sweets #yummy #stickybun #nationalstickybunday #february #feb21 #2019 #nationalday #nationaldaycalendar #picoftheday #project365 #day52
Day 52 2020
Morning dew on a bed of thorns
#winterfeelslikespring #morningdew #sunny #outdoors #nature #weed #macro #dew #water #waterdrops #february #february21 #2020 #picoftheday #project365 #day52
Day 52 2021
Winter! Please don’t leaf me!
(I’m not not in complete denial)
#texas #winter #cold #ice #snow #leaf #orange #nature #outdoors #alreadygone #february #february21 #2021 #picoftheday #project365 #day52
It never stays long enough.
Day 52 2022
Unlike Leo, Donkey is always up for taking selfies with me! 🥰
#donkey #equine #equinetherapy #therapy #iamdepressed #iamanxious #iammore #february #february21 #2022 #picoftheday #project365 #day52
Love this beautiful creature. I am still depressed. I am still anxious. And I am still so much more.
Day 52 2023
I’m pretty sure I was the only one laughing 🤣
#movies #antman #laugh #goodtimes #datingmyself #february #february21 #2023 #picoftheday #project365 #day52
Day 52 2024
Just me and my camera, that’s all I need!
#camera #dailytheme #justme #color #create #february #february21 #2024 #picoftheday #project365 #day52
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