Generation Kill is love.

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You know what I love about Generation Kill fandom? Oh, like, fucking everything. I mean I happen to think I have one of the most awesome, giving flists ever. So, if I have the best flist ever, then I also happen to think that Generation Kill is my best fandom ever. It's small (which I prefer), the writing quality is amazingly high (which is awesome) and because we're all really really really happy to be here, we tend to support each other tremendously. We cheerlead a lot. We will cheer for you if you write, if you draw, if you can string together a coherent phrase. We will even cheer for your ass for contributing ideas and then taking nine months to turn them out. (See Get Some for proof of this).

For further proof of GK's awesome, I submit to you the following recommendations.

#1 -- tevere's Sixteen Days in September, which is an AU story about Nate as a Peace Corps volunteer. But, I'm going to tell you now that that has nothing to do with the story. It's incidental, because this story is about the United Nations and the independence of East Timor from Indonesia. This story is about politics and warfare. IMO, there are Generation Kill characters (personas?) involved but this is not really a GK story, this story is about what happened in Rwanda and Somalia and every third-world nation where, if there's not oil involved, the UN just sort of sits around with its thumb up its ass. This is not an easy story. It is not light. You will not feel better afterwards -- but you will feel enlightened. And then you will be in desperate need of the following…

#2 -- Last week was romanticalgirl's birthday. You might've heard me talk about it once or twice (or three times).

Well, last night alethialia posted This Close to the Real Thing, which she wrote for L's birthday based off of her prompts for the Porn Skirmish, and let me tell you, she got all the good ones: wet dreams, sex toys, dirty talk. I would especially pay attention to the wet dreams part of the equation, since at one point I was threatening her with an injunction on Brad's behalf. It has been too long since the world was graced with an A story. You could tell her that too.

#3 -- And then, once you are done there, I want you all to go and encourage snglesrvngfrend as much as humanly possible because her GK debut Mistakes We Knew We Were Making forced me to climb in the freezer for at least ten minutes. An AU about a Nate who never quite made it to the Marines, but who knows better than to sleep with them… right until he meets Brad. Yeah, Brad is universal like that.

And last but never ever ever least

#4 -- romanticalgirl wrote Johnny Walker Wisdom, which I am totally biased over, because she wrote it for ME! ME! ME! And it features Drunk!Nate, who perhaps is the most adorable drunk you will ever have the fortune to run across. This story is also about the effect of Drunken!Nate on Brad, which is pretty much like causing the collapse of an entire house by pulling out one brick. I just love L's writing madly.


And yes, I do admit to being biased regarding, like, one or two, or all of these stories, but, um, that doesn't mean you shouldn't read them. I'm just saying. You all know how picky I am, would I steer you wrong?

ETA: And! And! Daddy's home from vacation Ahem. I mean tomricks is back for all your military based/war insanity intelligensia, doing the real job the rest of the media just won't do. [plays Eminem's 'Without Me']

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Re: part 5 of: omg I HATE YOU. ok fine I will try and finish.. something. kind of. You are evil.

[silviakundera.livejournal.com]

So after the unfortunate and, frankly, scandalous substitution of strawberry licorice (having raised strident objections of varied, creativity profanity), Ray walks through his own front door into one of the most shocking displays he has ever witnessed in the comportment of an honest to god, stone cold marine killer.

There should be a law against it,

(admittedly, there actually is a law against it, but chapter and verse can suck his tender, virginal asshole and is very much not the fucking point, as Ray has made a happy crusade of breaking all such government retardese with a spring in his step and pot planets peppering his backyard)

this slow push of tongue, slim fingers lazily curled around the back of Trombley’s neck, thumb lightly stroking at his pulse kind of kissing (on a goddamn couch that cousin Jimmy had completely defiled, again, not 2 days ago). It’s twisted and fucking wrong, Trombley reaching down to give his own dick a squeeze, and even if the other guy’s hand immediately follows it that’s some shameful shit right there. Some pansy ass over the clothes dick rubbing on Ray’s motherfucking couch, Trombley getting the kind of action Ray got in 10th grade, eyes scrunched closed now and panting into Deven’s neck like it’s Megan Fox tonguing his balls, and then Trombley makes a choked off groan, breath hitching as his hips roll. And if it were anyone else that might be not entirely unappealing, and that is just the fucking end of it it.

Clearly the only appropriate response is to shriek, “I knew you didn’t speak Spanish!”, mutter something about shameful lack of knob polishing and married a mexican my ass, then grab a bottle of Jameson to go with his slushie and flee the room with the sole goal of becoming blindingly drunk.

The fuzzy, benevolent grace of copious gulps of alcohol uncovers the only available balm to Ray’s now tarnished reputation. It is clearly Walt’s fault this has gone so horribly awry, for abandoning him in his time of need, in the midst of such a righteous campaign. And for hiding all the cherry Twizzlers, the complete bastard.

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Re: part 6 of: omg I HATE YOU. ok fine I will try and finish.. something. kind of. You are evil.

[silviakundera.livejournal.com]

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So apparently Trombley’s mom’s a total rainbow waving PFLAG junkie who always wanted him to meet a nice boy (she’s promised Ray unlimited baked goods; it’s totally sweet), and Trombley just thought the guys in dress uniform looked ‘seriously fuckable’ killing that dragon, and he actually is completely wacked, so protesting too much and slaughtering the occasional hajii livestock made the weirdo kind of sense.

The dude’s name is actually Deven (because Ray is a fucking detail-oriented professional, thank you very much), and his band sucks in this totally authentic way where no one would kick your ass for wearing his t-shirt, and turns out he only jerked it to Eminem, like, once, and was mostly interested in someone who’d befriend a man of such extensive vocabulary and storytelling prowess.

They go on double dates, and kick Trombley under the table when he’s full of shit, and Walt says the moral of the story is shut up, don’t call them dates, and sometimes you can totally judge a book by its cover if the cover is obviously true.

The moral of the story, according to Ray, is something like:
(a) cookies
(b) gay blind dates are weak sauce
(c) sodomy saves lives!
(I mean, Trombley kills like no babies these days and Poke caught the sneaky bitch emptying the bullets from Captain America’s gun when he thought no one was looking. Think of the children, yo.)

But then, Ray’s a sly motherfucker. His boyfriend says so.


the end.

Re: part 6 of: omg I HATE YOU. ok fine I will try and finish.. something. kind of. You are evil.

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

This is awesome! And I never thought I'd say that about a Trombley fic EVAH.

Re: part 6 of: omg I HATE YOU. ok fine I will try and finish.. something. kind of. You are evil.

[silviakundera.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I think this is actually the first bits of GK fic I've written, so I appreciate the unholy encouragement. ;)

Re: part 6 of: omg I HATE YOU. ok fine I will try and finish.. something. kind of. You are evil.

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

It is clearly Walt’s fault this has gone so horribly awry, for abandoning him in his time of need, in the midst of such a righteous campaign. And for hiding all the cherry Twizzlers, the complete bastard.

AHAHAHAHA! Yes, it's all Walt's fault that he has lost his goddamn mind.

They go on double dates, and kick Trombley under the table when he’s full of shit, and Walt says the moral of the story is shut up, don’t call them dates, and sometimes you can totally judge a book by its cover if the cover is obviously true.

Oh, God, that is so WRONG and yet so completely hilarious.

(c) sodomy saves lives!

::dies:: You win.

Re: part 6 of: omg I HATE YOU. ok fine I will try and finish.. something. kind of. You are evil.

[silviakundera.livejournal.com]

yay! I win!

oh, yes, it's all part of my super sekret plan to encourage more post-series fic in blatant disregard of the 'real persons' canon. I firmly believe Brad would make an excellent scuba diving instructor. But, alas, Nate tragically is bumped down in rank and now answers to LT Captain America! ;)

Re: part 6 of: omg I HATE YOU. ok fine I will try and finish.. something. kind of. You are evil.

[sparky77.livejournal.com]

The moral of the story is always cookies. And you win the universe. That was hysterical. And it did end in Ray/Walt with twizzler stealing and adorableness. And did I mention how much you win?

Re: part 6 of: omg I HATE YOU. ok fine I will try and finish.. something. kind of. You are evil.

[silviakundera.livejournal.com]

hee! I'm glad you enjoyed the Ray/Walt. :)

Re: part 6 of: omg I HATE YOU. ok fine I will try and finish.. something. kind of. You are evil.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

God, I love it when my evol plans come together. I am eternally scarred, but still, it is so nice to have you writing in my fandoms again. ;-)