Just Fucking Tell Me It Ain’t Ronald Fucking Speirs –@enolagays

i’m incredibly sorry for the lack of effort in this one–

i feel like there is a rule that Speirs cannot be left alone with Penkala and Skinny, because the latter too are marely children and they worship the ground Speirs walks on so it is incredible easy for him to talk them into doing something stupid

like i feel once Alex had to go the hospital because speirs was like “if you hit on something hard constantly, your bones will become stronger and you will suffer minimal injuries” and Alex straight up jumped out of the third floor window to test this

*slams fist onto table* NOT ENOUGH PEOPLE SHIP BULL RANDLEMAN AND JOHNNY MARTIN.

Nixon: The odds of that happening coincidentally are vanishingly small.

Webster: I would say infinitesimally.

Liebgott: Yes, and I would say teenily-weenily. We all know words.

Speirs: [stomping back from enemy lines]

Smol baby replacements, in awe: Daddy?

Speirs, eyes narrowing: DO I LOOK LIKE—

for some reason I come up with the worst shitposts everytime I spend a weekend at my parents house. 

I present to you: Band of Brothers vs. iconic Vines

{part 2}

Speirs, at a bar, very drunk: I don’t know why people make such a big deal out of lying. It’s super easy. You just say stuff. My mom thought I was straight until I was 17. You still think my name is Speirs.

Lipton: WAIT WHAT

must we constantly revive this dead Band of Brothers with “gifs” and “memes” and “fics” for “likes” and “reblogs” how trite

any way 

Nixon: I like my mornings to be slow and quiet.

Nixon: I want the day to romance me a bit before it tries to fuck me.

webster is that you