Recs! Recs! Recs!

One of the many many many things to love about Generation Kill fandom is that you can get people to do, like, pretty much any fucking thing if you harass them or just clap really loudly and make seal noises (trufax).

So when late last night romanticalgirl showed Q, A and I her epic poetical masterpiece: The Care and Keeping of the Iceman by Ray Person, Cpl. USMC, which is also a teaser for a story she's writing right now, I just KNEW it had to be shared immediately, because only in GK can you write this sort of poem:

This is Ray. Ray hates that bitch. Ray wants to fuck her shit up.
Brad doesn't listen to Ray about girls. Given that Ray likes Walt, this is probably wise.
This calls for command.

This is Nate. He's the lieutenant.
He wants Brad, but we're pretending we don't know that.
Save Brad, LT! You can do it with your cock-sucking lips!

READ IT. Your life will be better for it. Also, if anybody felt compelled to draw stick figure art for the betterment of society, you know, that would be fucking AWESOME. I'd do it myself but I have no scanner to share it with the class. I may have to just draw it on a napkin and put it in the post to L. Hmmm. ETA: NOW WITH ART BY bijoux!!

And then, once you are done with that astounding lyrical brilliance I expect you to go over to sparky77's LJ and read her masterpiece entitled Fucking Rainbows. I know, yes, in our fandom we blaspheme rainbows. And why would we ever do such a thing? Well, you remember that story about the military working a Gay Bomb back in the day (I swear I'm not making that one up)? Imagine if it went off around Second Platoon. Like sex pollen only wayyyyyyyyy better.

While you are there you should also encourage her to write Ray's Guide to Why Brad and Nate Should Fuck so I don't have to. It's an alphabetical rhyme as it were. Maybe I will see if she wants to collaborate.

Southland people, I promise you I would never ever ever ever forget you. You know that comment!fic romanticalgirl started the other day? The one where Ben buys a dildo called The Cop Killer ... ... Yes, I actually typed that sentence (I just had to go back and make sure that I really just typed that sentence). Well. It became a story. Yes, one comment has turned into eight pages of FILTH. Read Call 911. Have a defibrilator nearby for when you go into cardiac arrest from porn overdose.

You see how I make fandom a better place by encouraging these activities? I know, I love you too. And yes, comment-fest continues, I'm just a little busy right now and can't be as prompt with turn around as I like.