Good Cookie, definition: 1. Marine Corps Good Conduct Medal; 2. Generation Kill fanworks created for YAGKYAS. Can include short (under 1000 words) ficlets, drabbles, drawables, mixtapes, fanart, whatever!
FILL (1/2): They put on their dress blues in the bedroom, checking each other over before they even go as far as the bedroom doorway. Pappy’s always liked Rudy in his dress blues, even before what they have now, when they were just two men who understood each other. Rudy looks like the Marine pretty girls sighed over in old movies, and Pappy’s always appreciated that
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Rudy fears they’ll walk in together as who they are-who they are down to the bone--and his brothers won’t know him anymore, won’t talk to him anymore, won’t recognize him anymore. Rudy’s afraid (in that tiny, darkened part of himself he hates having), that they won’t be his brothers any more
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FILL:Walt manages to get a call out on the birthday. The connection is staticky; the pre-paid cell phone feels small and unreliable in his hand, but it rings four times, and then Ray picks up
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FILL: Surprise Parties Don't Always Go As Planned, 1/2It’s a sign of just how badly compromised his situational awareness is that Brad is, in fact, taken entirely unawares by the Ray-Person-led glut of Marines bursting through his front door yelling a blast of noise that basically amounts to, “SURPRISE! Happy birthday, Marine Corps- oh SHIT
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FILL: Surprise Parties Don't Always Go As Planned, 2/2
He fastens his fly, gathers what dignity he can, and climbs off Nate to face the invaders head-on. He reaches for the Iceman, thankfully finds him ready and waiting again, and keeps his voice one-hundred percent flat as he says,
“Gentlemen, I never thought I’d say it, but let’s drink to our hippy-hugging, tax-raising, defense-budget-cutting Commander in Chief who got rid of DADT.”
It’s Ray, of course, who shouts over the answering Oo-rah, “Fuck that shit, Bradley, you sly, rutting beast! This is light years beyond telling. We’ve got a metric fuck-ton of asking to do to catch up, and you best believe that interrogative shit is incoming right the hell now
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They put on their dress blues in the bedroom, checking each other over before they even go as far as the bedroom doorway. Pappy’s always liked Rudy in his dress blues, even before what they have now, when they were just two men who understood each other. Rudy looks like the Marine pretty girls sighed over in old movies, and Pappy’s always appreciated that ( ... )
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Rudy fears they’ll walk in together as who they are-who they are down to the bone--and his brothers won’t know him anymore, won’t talk to him anymore, won’t recognize him anymore. Rudy’s afraid (in that tiny, darkened part of himself he hates having), that they won’t be his brothers any more ( ... )
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A++++ WOULD PORN AGAIN
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I do love me some Ray-Ray.
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He fastens his fly, gathers what dignity he can, and climbs off Nate to face the invaders head-on. He reaches for the Iceman, thankfully finds him ready and waiting again, and keeps his voice one-hundred percent flat as he says,
“Gentlemen, I never thought I’d say it, but let’s drink to our hippy-hugging, tax-raising, defense-budget-cutting Commander in Chief who got rid of DADT.”
It’s Ray, of course, who shouts over the answering Oo-rah, “Fuck that shit, Bradley, you sly, rutting beast! This is light years beyond telling. We’ve got a metric fuck-ton of asking to do to catch up, and you best believe that interrogative shit is incoming right the hell now ( ... )
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