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georgieluz · 10 months
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a lipluz playlist for the hurt/comfort prompt on day 3 of band of brothers appreciation week
tell you how i almost died while you're bringing me back to life
there's a hole in my parachute as big as your heart
i get heaven to myself when i'm with you
cause you taste like lucky strikes. you drag, i light
you drew stars around my scars
you're stuck out in the same ol' storm again
we swore on that night we'd be friends til we die
first time that i met you, i didn't have a damn clue
and i'm like "oh, sweet god, i think i'm in trouble"
and i wonder if someday you'll be by my side and tell me that the world will end up alright
i'm a piece of work, you're a piece of art
walk to my song like we never fell apart
you're walking away when i wish you would stay
i'm covered in the colours of you. red, orange, yellow, green, blue. purple, pink and indigo too
i could drag you from the ocean, i could pull you from the fire. when you're standing in the shadows, i could open up the sky and i could give you my devotion until the end of time and you will never be forgotten with me by your side. no matter where they take me, in death i will survive, and i will never be forgotten with you by my side. when i'm standing in the fire, i will look him in the eye and i will let the devil know that i was brave enough to die, and there's no hell that he can show me, that's deeper than my pride, cause i will never be forgotten, forever i'll fight. cause i don't need this life, i just need somebody to die for
when it all breaks down, i will keep you safe
i'm happy you exist and it must be obvious how you're always in my arms and i never lose my grip
keep the lights on, i said. i wanna see you and not the shadows beneath my bed
and they called off the circus, burned the disco down, when they sent home the horses and the rodeo clowns. i'm still on that tightrope, i'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me. i'm still a believer but i don't know why. i've never been a natural, all i do is try, try, try
where were you when all of the embers fell?
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lewis-winters · 1 year
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'"Don't be mad," was the first thing out of George's mouth, and Lip mentally braced himself.'
"No promises," he says, as gently as he could, tucking the phone between his cheek and his shoulder to leave his hands free to grab the stuff he will most likely need: keys, two hats, a coat, a bottle of water.
George laughs something too nonchalant to be real; too loud to be anything but drunk. "I love you," he slurs, with all the gravity of someone with too much truth in his mouth. "Ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"
Lip contemplates the front door knob in his hand to distract himself from the familiar way his chest collapses; counts the seconds before he can breathe properly again, without giving away the small hitch of a sob at the back of his throat. "It's not," he manages to say, but god knows George'll never believe it.
Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five.
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footprintsinthesxnd · 10 months
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Band of Brothers Appreciation Week - Day 3
So for Day 3 I have chosen the prompt of ‘based around song lyrics’ and I have chosen to do Lipton and Luz with the song ‘Lucky Strikes’ by Troye Sivan after having a talk with Julian, @georgieluz about how this is definitely a LipLuz song.
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‘Lucky Strikes’
Tags: @georgieluz @iceman-kazansky @yeahcurrahhe-e @lieutenant-speirs @puckpuckett @sharpshootershifty @liberteuniteegalite @msmercury84 @hbowardaily @shadowsintheknight @callsign-phoenix @desert-fern @mayhem24-7forever @doc-eugene-roe @not-havingthetimeofmylife @floralfloyd
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pureanonofficial · 3 years
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Band of Brothers 20th Anniversary Event Day Four — Favorite Dynamic
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littledozerdraws · 4 years
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i’m lipluz trash okay
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watch-the-damn-line · 3 years
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So we all know and love the Speirton ship, but I’ve been re-watching Band of Brothers and the amount of times Luz & Lipton are together.. 
(Excuse my terrible screenshots)
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Yeah, I know this one isn’t the best of circumstances, but beforehand Lip practically hugs him into his foxhole, then steals Luz’s cigarette. My tiny brain went Oh! Ship!
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We all know the ‘oh my boyfriend is sick let me take care of him’ plot with Speirs, but Luz? Pros: not a war criminal, definitely more funny, just as caring. Cons? I can’t see any at this point. 
Anyway what is this ship called? LipLuz? LuzLip? I dunno.
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B.o.B ships vs getting shot at Pt 1
Winnix - Lewis is getting shot at and Winters basically superman dives and protects Lew
Lipluz - Lip is getting shot at and Luz takes that backpack radio and becomes Captain America
Bunny - Johnny getting shot at you seen the way shrek carried Fiona that's what Bull does but he's running too
Ronnix - Lew getting shot at Speirs runs fast as hell and tackles Lew in to the dirt
Baberoe - Roe is getting shot at and Babe tackles Roe, and skid across the ground and land in a foxhole
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Loose Lips Sink Ships Prompt of the Day: "BAND OF BROTHERS, Carwood Lipton/George Luz, It starts out as a source of comfort and a casual way to blow off steam, and that's how it stays. (Friends with benefits forever!)"
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whatahelluvatodie · 6 years
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himbowelsh · 6 years
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things you said when i was crying, Lipton/Luz
minific minute meme (ACCEPTING)
AN: warning under the cut for description of a bombed out house/child death. the image doesn’t get graphic, but it’s there.
His shoulders tremble with the force of sobs too big for his frame to contain.  
That’s not saying much, considering George is far from the biggest guy to begin with. The way he’s crying, he’s surprised he hasn’t snapped himself in two already. The despair feels like it’s tearing him apart from the inside out; he can’t help the way his body shakes with it. These tears would be enough to rattle Bull, who’s built like a tractor trailer, or Joe Toye, who could deadlift cars with those muscles. Right now, George has never felt smaller. Fragility leaves every breath feeling like this will be the one that breaks him, and it’s the pressing dread that scares him more than anything else.
This isn’t right, dammit, this is all wrong. He’s not the guy who breaks down. He’s the guy who keeps spirits up, who holds everyone else back from falling into the darkness. A well-timed wisecrack can do as much for a guy’s spirits as a smile and a pat on the back, and he knows that’s the role he plays. When he isn’t able to do that anymore...
Another gasp tears out of him, bringing a strangled cry with it. He tries to bite it back, but all he manages is to dig his teeth into his lips until he can taste iron. Who’s he kidding? He can’t help hold anyone else up. He can’t even support himself.
(There were kids, there were kids in that house and it had been bombed to all hell. Maybe it happened a week ago; maybe a month; maybe just a few days. It didn’t matter that they were German kids. All Luz saw was the bomb-wrecked basement, the tiny hands sticking out from under a pile of rubble, a goddamn teddy bear burnt up like a piece of trash —)
He hates this. What the hell is the point? What’s the point of all this — fighting, bleeding, falling, for what? For a war on foreign soil, watching innocent people die? To give up their lives in bullet-riddled hedgerows, rainy farmhouses, frozen woods? To forget what another life is worth? For what? There aren’t any victors here. They’re all dying, and it’s simple as that. Maybe they’re in Germany, maybe the goddamn war is almost over, but it will never really end —
His sobs cut off with a sharp gasp. Strong arms wrap around him, forcing him to remain still. George swallows hard, exhales, and tries to squirm in the iron clad grip.
“Easy,” someone says. “Take it easy.” It occurs to George that they may have been talking to him for a long time, and he just couldn’t hear. That wouldn’t be a surprise. “You’re alright. Just breathe.”
He has no energy for anything else. He lets the man behind him coax him back to self-control, inch by painstaking inch. He remembers how to breathe. He feels his heart rate slow. He pushes the bloody images away until they’ve joined the mess of other ugly, repressed memories in the back of his mind. He feels himself, slowly but surely, begin to feel like himself again.
Only when he can breathe once more and the tears have stopped coming does Lip (because of course it’s Lip) pull away. “Better?”
George turns around, swiping a hand across his grimy cheeks. Lipton has already seen the mess of it, and he’s got no dignity left, but he doesn’t want to hit him with a full-on mess after he went out of his way to help him. George doesn’t know how Lipton knew where he was, but he’s grateful he found him. 
“Yeah, Lip,” he says. His voice is hoarse, but doesn’t tremble. “I’ll be okay.”
There is understanding in Lipton’s eyes. He raises a hand, brushing the bangs out of George’s face, and sighs. If George leans into the touch a bit more than he needs to, neither of them says a word about it.
“It’s okay, Luz,” he tells him. And no, it’s not okay; and no, none of this will ever be okay; but somehow, his words hit right at George’s very core.
He’s not sure how Lip is able to say the right thing every time, but damn is he glad he’s here.
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distractionpie · 7 years
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171. “You are nothing like them.” for LipLuz?? :D
Carwood had never expected to be a killer.
He hadn’t been raised as pacifist, his family had always taught him to defend the weak, but he’d never thought that he would cross the lines the war had sent him crashing over. He’d always thought that violence would turn his stomach, but from the very first moment his boots had hit Normandy soil his hands had been steady and his vision clear.
It had once been so easy to draw the line between themselves and the enemy, and between himself and those men on their own side who Carwood suspected had only joined up because they saw an opportunity to realize their violent urges without censure. But in the end they were all killers. It had been on his mind for a while, but of course it was Luz who finally coaxed the thoughts out of him. George Luz, who was nearly as good at getting other people to talk as he was at talking himself, a skill Carwood found useful when Luz was using it to keep up the morale of his fellow men but was rather discomforting to be on the receiving end of as George elicits a confession of doubts that Carwood had meant to take to the grave and leaves him waiting for judgement.
“You’re nothing like them.”
It’s not the words that shock Carwood, he’s tried to tell himself the same thing time and time again, it’s George’s tone. Insistent and incredulous, those aren’t such surprises, but the amusement stops him dead.
George reaches out, gripping Carwood’s steady hand between two of his own, his palms incongruously warm.  “Jeez,” he says. “Here’s me thinking about where to get my hands on smokes because I’m near out again and you’re getting all deep and philosophical on us.”
“Luz,” Carwood says, because it’s harder to be concerned in the face of that bright smile, but he knows it’s wrong to let George laugh his fears away.
“Lip,” George replies, squeezing Carwood’s hand tight. “You worry too much.”
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georgieluz · 10 months
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ANGEL BABY WAS WRITTEN FOR LIPLUZ NO I WON'T ACCEPT CRITICISM I'M RIGHT AND NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY MIND
"pull me from hell, bring me back again" HOW IS THAT NOT THE MOST LIPLUZ LYRIC YOU'VE EVER HEARD?????????
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"give him my all when i don't even have it" IT'S GEORGE LUZ, YOUR HONOUR. IT'S HIM. THOSE WORDS WERE WROTE FOR HIM.
"i'll tell you how i almost died, while you're bringing me back to life" GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE IT'S THEM DON'T EVEN TRY AND CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE BECAUSE I'M RIGHT YOU KNOW IT
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i'm just saying. ok. that lip, confirmed angel, 'came out the blue on a rainy snowy night' and pulled one george luz from hell, okay?
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unaduessa · 7 years
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Modern High School AU 3/? => Lipluz
For @kuurihn
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ruinsrebuilt · 7 years
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Luzlip
1) Who falls asleep on the other and has to be carried to bed?
Luz ofc, although lets be real, most of the time he’s not even really asleep, he just really really wants Lip to carry him with those big strong arms. 
2) Who goes to sleep at a normal time and who loves to stay up late?
Lip prefers to stay on a normal sleeping schedule and George is good either way; staying up late is fun, but he also appreciates the fact that the sooner they are in bed the sooner he gets bedtime cuddles. 
3) Who slips into bed at two in the morning and immediately gets wrapped in a hug and not let go.
hmmm I guess that would be Lip, although it would be more like he went to use the bathroom and when he slips back into bed he is immediately attacked by a koala masquerading as his boyfriend. 
4) How does your OTP sleep? What position(s) are the comfiest?
George completely on top of Lip, face buried in his chest or back, Lip’s arms curled loosely around him (if Lip is on his back) 
5) Who wakes up during a thunderstorm?
George sleeps through anything, but the first sign of sounds and Lip is awake, making sure everything is okay and that the house is locked tight. once he realizes its a thunderstorm he curls closer to George and drifts to sleep again. 
6) Who wakes the other up so they can be wrapped up in a hug again?
George sometimes wakes up in need of even closer contact, so he nudges Lip just enough so that Lip will maneuver into a more cuddle-friendly position. 
7) Who sneaks out to get a midnight snack?
gotta be my man George, who will eat anything at anytime. 2 am waffles? check. 3 am juice box? check. 4 am leftover mac n cheese? check. 
8) Who starts flipping out because oh my god someone’s in the kitchen? What do they do? ((Bonus points if they end up hurting the other person and have to patch them up from a defense attack))
Carwood ‘I must protect my smol boyfriend at all costs, are all the doors locked, where is my gun’ Lipton
9) Do they sit in the living room and start a movie and eat snacks or go back to bed and cuddle back to sleep.
George likes to sit in Lip’s lap on the couch, shoving popcorn in his face whilst watching reruns of MASH late at night, until they’re both tired enough to sleep again. 
10) Who wakes up first and starts coffee/breakfast and who lays in bed as long as possible to grumble and complain?
my reasonable Mama Lip sets his alarm and gets up at a reasonable hour to make breakfast for his less reasonable Georgie who will sleep for as long as you let him. 
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gingerwerk · 3 years
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luz watching his bestie getting everything he fucking deserves 
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donmalarkeys · 7 years
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