#gen kill

[evalinathegreat]

feel like this applies to hbo war with the target audience vs the fandom lmao

[lamialamia]

In every war, the suffering of children never change. I hope you can find it in you to donate to the Palestine's Children Relief Fund or a charity of your choice.

[stopstopstopit]

Generation Kill text posts (ft. BradRay) 1/?

[lesbians4kurt]

how it feels to gay ship men who were deeply traumatized by war

[disastrouscanasta]

Tag game - HBO War Degree

I decided to invent my own tag game because I found this mock-degree making website for a joke with @krakerjaksstuff.

What are you most qualified to ramble about within the hbo war fandom? Make a certificate and show it off!

I major in luztoye studies, minor in rosie rosenthal appreciation

for the presets use HBO War University as your institution, Spielberg as the president and hanks as the VP, the rest is up to you!

(this is absolutely batshit insane and i apologise.. but it could be fun)

no pressure tagging @blood-mocha-latte, @spinteresting, @youcalledmebabe, @guarnerepdf, @dontirrigateme, @ewipandora, and anyone else who wants to play :)

[samyurice]

sunshine

[blood-mocha-latte]

have we ever considered the fact that at its core generation kill is literally just the average american household. i mean u watch the wwii shows if you want to be angsty and vintage but if u want to know what it was like to grow up in the south in the late nineties/early 2000s watch any scene of ray person holding a conversation in that show. watched two seconds of that mf miniseries and i’m a 16 year old about to lick a radio battery to prove a point about misogyny again

[qtipshelmetflower]

working on something stupid so decided to post something stupider in the meantime

[gouden-carolus]

After action 😪

[lamialamia]

Brad Colbert's Love Interests

[stopstopstopit]

Generation Kill text posts 5/?

[lesbians4kurt]

gen kill is the media i think strings humor and seriousness together in the most perfect and poignant way possible. like not only is is a super raw and accurate portrayal of the troops in iraq but the dialogue, shots, scenes… u spend most of the show laughing and yet ur left with a lot of dark feelings, ideas, and questions. just perfect storytelling

[seekingxanadu]

The bradnate fandom is probably the tiniest around but gosh, is the fanfics amongst the best ever! Just as Brad and Nate have a competency kink for each other this fandom mirrors that in its fan creations. Glorious!!!

[stanshika]

yall don’t yearn like bradley colbert

[lostinthewiind]

Generation Kill fic requests you say? Can I get a Ray Person where sometimes he accidentally hits the radios buttons and the reader overhears his rants and comes back with some of her own? Or a Nate Fick angry and it triggers an “oh no he’s hot angry” reaction that the reader can’t hide?

Hotheaded

Nathaniel "Nate" Fick - Generation Kill

A/N: I couldn't choose so I decided to combine both prompts into one fic :)

Rating: 16+ (language)

"-and if you take a moment to really think about it, it makes total sense!" Ray's sped up rant continued over the comms, no doubt thanks to the amount of ripped fuel he had ingested over the past 24 hours. "This war isn't about money or oil or any of it! We're here because of sex!"

Slamming your head back against the headrest, you let out an exasperated groan. "How long has he been going on like this for?" You turned to look at Rudy.

Rudy glanced down at his watch. "About 10 minutes."

"Good God! How does he not know he's broadcasting this to everyone?" You slammed your boot down against the humvee floor and grabbed the receiver. "That's it. I can't listen to him anymore."

Rudy chuckled under his breath. "You tell him, little lady."

"Would the Whiskey Tango individual who insists on ranting about sex and his deranged theories about the origin of this war over the comms please shut the fuck up?" you snapped into the receiver. "I don't feel like listening to your family-fucking twang for the entire time we are sitting here."

You could hear a couple of laughs escape the humvees directly in front of and behind your own. For a few seconds, you thought Ray had actually caught on to how annoying he was being and shut up. Then the comms crackled to life once more.

"You sound just like the government, trying to silence the truth because you're scared about what it means for your good American values!"

"Ray, you wouldn't know the truth if it slipped into your bedroom at night and tickled your prostate!" you shot back. You weren't backing down until the idiotic RTO shut his goddamn trap. "And even if this war was about sex, what would you know about it when you look like someone who'd only get some through an unfortunate keep-it-in-the-family arranged marriage or if a blind woman took immense pity on you?"

More laughter. Even Rudy, who usually tried to stay out of the constant back and forth, couldn't help but crack a smile.

You could tell Ray was ramping up for another response, but before he got the chance, Lieutenant Fick's voice sounded over the comms. "Will you two idiots keep your lover's spat off of company-wide comms so the rest of us can sit here in peace and wait for further orders?"

You swallowed hard. "Sorry, sir," you apologized.

Ray's voice didn't follow. He didn't even apologize. Then you heard a distant shouting.

"Hey!"

You and Rudy shared a confused look. Leaning out the side of your humvee window, you spotted Ray doing the same thing at the front of the convoy, shouting back at you.

"What the fuck are you doing?" you shouted back.

"I get plenty of pussy, thank you very much!" Ray clearly wasn't done with the conversation, comms or not. "I wouldn't expect you to understand though, considering not even Manimal would get near your salmon-scented cavern, and he'd fuck anything with a hole!"

"Unfortunately, not all of us are born with a built-in dating pool—you know, that thing that regular people call the family tree! Or, in your case, the goddamn family circle!"

Ray furrowed his brows. You could see his mouth moving a mile a minute, but due to the sudden increase in wind, you couldn't make out what he was saying.

"What?" you called.

He tried again. Still nothing. Frustrated, he disappeared back into his humvee. "You keep telling yourself that, and when you're back home with no other choice but to sell your Iraq-worn body and dusty pussy on the corner, you'll remember what your old pal Ray said about the reason for war," he said, resorting to comms again.

"I think this is the longest I've ever heard him bicker with someone," Rudy pointed out. "You really know how to get him going."

"And I'm about to shut him down for good." You picked up the receiver one final time. "Ray, your unhinged theories are a direct result of your unique and equally unfortunate makeup of chromosomes, which could only come from someone whose mother is also their aunt! And when-"

The receiver was suddenly snatched out of your hand before you could end your finishing blow. With a sheepish smile on your face, you turned to see Lieutenant Fick standing outside your humvee, receiver in hand and a scowl on his face.

"Corporal, what the fuck did I just tell you?" Nate used his free hand to grab you by the collar of your uniform.

"Not to argue with Ray over the comms," you replied.

"That's right, Corporal." Nate leaned into the humvee, his bright blue eyes burning holes into your soul. "Now, tell me, are you just too fucking stupid to know how to follow orders or do you find joy in purposefully pissing me off?"

You felt a heat rise to your cheeks at the sight of Lieutenant Fick so angry. You had never seen him filled with this much rage, and for whatever reason, it was hot. Super hot.

You gently shook your head. "Neither, sir."

"Then why the fuck did I hear your voice over the comms again just now?"

"No excuse, sir."

"What's the matter? No rebuttal for your old pal Ray-Ray?"

You watched as Nate's face twisted into a horrible mixture of disappointment, anger, and exhaustion. "Ray, get the fuck off the comms before I come up there and throttle you through your humvee's window!" he snapped over the comms before throwing the receiver back into the humvee and releasing your collar. "I swear to God, it's like babysitting with you two."

You swallowed hard when Nate removed his helmet and ran his fingers through his dirty blonde hair. If this was turning you on so much, maybe Ray was right; maybe you did need to get laid more. Or maybe the Iraqi heat was getting to you more than usual today. Either way, you couldn't tear your eyes away from your Lieutenant.

"Something to say?" Nate caught you staring. "Or are you just getting a kick out of watching me snap?"

"No kicks here, sir," you assured him.

"Then what is it, Corporal?" he demanded. "Come on, spit it out."

You turned back to look at Rudy, silently pleading with him to save you. When all he did was shrug, you slumped your shoulders. "I really don't think I should say, sir."

"I didn't ask you to think. If I remember correctly, you attempting to have an original thought was what caused this whole thing in the first place. Everybody knows Ray rants. And everybody knows that if you just ignore it, he'll eventually stop. So, now that we're here, spit it the fuck out."

You were screwed. You just had to say it. "It's just that you're very attractive when you're angry, sir. That's all."

That stopped Nate's anger in its tracks. "What the fuck did you just say?" His voice had dropped into a low whisper.

You drew in a deep breath. "Did you want me to repeat it, sir?"

"No, I unfortunately heard you the first time." Nate looked over your shoulder at Rudy, who was looking out the window and pretending that he wasn't listening. "Corporal, switch with my driver. It appears you need some more direct supervision."

With that, Nate walked back to his vehicle at the rear of the convoy.

"Oh, my God, I cannot believe I actually admitted that!" You buried your face in your hands. "Why didn't I just say something else? Literally anything else?!"

"I don't know." Rudy was clearly amused by your misfortune. "You're right though. He is very attractive when he's angry."

"Right?!" You started to pack up your gear. "Well, wish me luck. If I don't make it to the next stop, you know who killed me."

Rudy gave a mock salute. "It's been an honour serving with you."

The walk of shame back to Nate's vehicle felt like an eternity, and when you passed the other driver, you didn't dare make eye contact. After stowing away your gear, you climbed into the driver's seat and settled in. Nate watched you like a hawk the entire time.

"I'm sorry about arguing with Ray over the comms, sir," you apologized once more, hoping it would help you get back in your Lieutenant's good graces.

"No apology needed, Corporal," he told you. He was much calmer now; back to the regular Lieutenant Fick you were used to dealing with. "I can't count the number of times I wish I could have done what you did. Ray and his fucking rants are the main reason I cannot wait to get out of this damn war. I'd quite literally rather take a bullet to the chest."

You couldn't help but laugh. "I'm sure we'd all appreciate watching you tear him a new one some time."

"Maybe," he sighed.

"- it's lack of pussy that fucks countries up. Lack of pussy is the root fucking cause of all global instability. If more hajis were getting quality pussy, there'd be no reason for us to come over here and fuck 'em up like this! 'Cause a nut-bustin' haji is a happy haji." Ray had once again accidentally turned the comms on while ranting to his passengers.

You watched as Nate gritted his teeth. Then, completely unexpected, he picked up the receiver and handed it to you. "Tell that fucker to shut his hole, Corporal."

"But, sir, I thought ..." you trailed off.

"I'm not the only one who's hot when they're angry." He smirked, and when you finally took the receiver from him, he sat back and got ready to enjoy the show.

"Pretty sure I said 'attractive', sir," you corrected. "But hot works too."

[wongkaheiisbae]

methinks they should make a challenge for hbo war fans to be happy for 24 hours