GK Intro Post, part 1 - Brad and Ray
Ok, seriously, why haven't I read the 'Marines adopt a puppy!' book yet? It's about MARINES. Who adopt a PUPPY. Fuck, it's like Beck catnip. Becknip. What else did they do in Iraq, spend their days rescuing kittens from high trees? Jeez.
Now, to the point of this entry. I realise that I have just assumed that you guys all know what I'm talking about when I go off on my hyperactive rants about Generation Kill. I think this was a mistake. Some of you poor, unenlightened fools maybe have no freakin' idea of the pure, undistilled awesomeness that is this show. I feel for you :( :( But I am here for you, flist! I feel your pain and I want to make it go away.
So I bring to you - Beck's Awesome Guide to Generation Kill, Brad, Ray and why Brad/Ray is the Answer. (In several parts. Seriously, I tried to do this all in one entry but I've been at it for days! I lack the fortitude!)
Generation Kill is about a bunch of attractive Marines invading Iraq. Not enough? Fine.
Generation Kill is based on a book (same name, worth reading) by Rolling Stone reporter, Evan Wright, who embedded with a company of First Recon Marines during the invasion of Iraq. They were a sort of advance combat mobility unit (I just made that term up), a bunch of guys racing ahead of the front line in light (or more accurately - no) armoured humvees. Their job, not that they knew it at the time, was to slam through towns as quickly as they could to keep the Iraqi forces occupied in the south.
That's the bigger picture. The smaller picture, which Wright captured beautifully, is focused in tight on this one platoon of 23 men. They're all young, they're all basically decent people, and they're all being called upon to kill for their country, with no clear idea of why or how. They're kept mostly in the dark, fucked around by their superior officers, have their missions changed with little to no notice, and get sent on crazy expiditions that seem pointless at best, suicidal at worst. And all the while, they're struggling with all the various moral quandries that fighting men have struggled with since the dawn of time.
They're also all completely hilarious, foul-mouthed and astute. They say shit that will make your HAIR CURL. They are a bunch of complete fucking psychos. And they all love each other DEARLY. They're best friends! They insult each other with VENOM, but they're like brothers.
They're WONDERFUL.
Today, I give you Brad and Ray. But no Brad/Ray until I find this ONE GIF I love which has disappeared! Sigh. All in good time.
This is Sgt Brad Colbert.
He is a Team Leader of Bravo platoon, under Lt Nate Fick (but not literally, despite what the fanfiction will tell you) He rides around in his humvee looking out through his gun like this a lot.
He is known as the Iceman, because he's such a cool motherfucker. He's tough, cynical, competent and sexy as hell. He's not an officer, which means he keeps fuck ups to a minimum and runs his men like a champ. Everyone loves him.
You can see why.
Brad is a very good Marine, but he gets fucked around a lot and is often frusterated and bewildered by command. He's normally too good a sergeant to voice his concerns, though. Which means there is a lot of this kind of thing:
That's Lt Nate Fick, mostly just known as the LT. He's a fucking awesome mofo, but he's an officer so he has to boss Brad around and Brad doesn't always like it.
Ok, so Brad's main thing is that he's hot and good at what he does. He's also super funny and dry and sarcastic, but we have to be honest, when it comes to being funny he's gotta give up the crown to Ray.
This is Ray. He is my favourite.
Ray is a sexy goddamn motherfucker. I don't even know what it is. Something about him (and the actor) just completely drives me wild. I'm so hot for Ray Person and it makes me feel like a bad human being. :( :(
Ray is the driver of Brad's humvee, as well as his RTO. He's also a badass marine. He's also, like, the filthiest guy on the show. The shit that comes out of his mouth is AMAZING.
Like in this scene -
So there's Ray, looking all hot in his little hoodie. Let me tell you what is coming out of his mouth, in reply to a letter sent to the marines by some schoolkid.
"Dear Frederick, thank you for your nice letter. But I am actually a U.S. Marine who was born to kill, whereas clearly you have mistaken me for some sort of wine-sipping communist dick-suck. And although peace probably appeals to tree-loving bisexuals like you and your parents, I happen to be a death-dealing, blood-crazed warrior who wakes up every day just hoping for the chance to dismember my enemies and defile their civilizations...
Peace sucks a hairy asshole, Freddie. War is the motherfucking answer."
Hot, right? I wish I could get the emphasis right. Ray talks a mile a minute, because he is constantly on artificial stimulants to keep himself awake while fighting this fucked up war. He already has a great way of speaking (he verbally italicises, like, every other word) and when he's all high on Ripped Fuel he's a sight to behold. I could listen to him for hours. But that's because, unlike the men in Colbert's team, I didn't have to.
Here. Look at some Ray.
Ray is not conventionally handsome, and he spends half the series with a burn on his face from an exploding espresso maker (I couldn't be more serious), but he has the most beautiful dimples, and the most beautiful eyes and the most beautiful smile and the filthiest mouth. Also, yes he is sarcastic about everything, and yes he is annoying and crazy, but he's also a really good Marine, and he really loves his team-mates. When Walt (gorgeous, gorgeous Walt) gets all PTSD Ray acts even more fucking idiot than usual to cheer him up. Also, he humps his head.
Really.
There is not much more I can say about Ray that that gif does not already tell you.
(Note: I totally stole some of these pictures from this picspam here)
So next up, Brad/Ray! I have this big ESSAY WITH PICTURES written up on the wonder that is Brad/Ray, but it will have to wait. I promise it will blow your minds, though. Also in the pipes - the LT, gorgeous Walt, Rudy Reyes and the revelation that is Espera.
Generation Kill is still occupying way too much of my brain power. Lucky those VMan pictures of Nick Jonas came out today to bring me back to an even keel. I mean.
God.
--Beck
Now, to the point of this entry. I realise that I have just assumed that you guys all know what I'm talking about when I go off on my hyperactive rants about Generation Kill. I think this was a mistake. Some of you poor, unenlightened fools maybe have no freakin' idea of the pure, undistilled awesomeness that is this show. I feel for you :( :( But I am here for you, flist! I feel your pain and I want to make it go away.
So I bring to you - Beck's Awesome Guide to Generation Kill, Brad, Ray and why Brad/Ray is the Answer. (In several parts. Seriously, I tried to do this all in one entry but I've been at it for days! I lack the fortitude!)
Generation Kill is about a bunch of attractive Marines invading Iraq. Not enough? Fine.
Generation Kill is based on a book (same name, worth reading) by Rolling Stone reporter, Evan Wright, who embedded with a company of First Recon Marines during the invasion of Iraq. They were a sort of advance combat mobility unit (I just made that term up), a bunch of guys racing ahead of the front line in light (or more accurately - no) armoured humvees. Their job, not that they knew it at the time, was to slam through towns as quickly as they could to keep the Iraqi forces occupied in the south.
That's the bigger picture. The smaller picture, which Wright captured beautifully, is focused in tight on this one platoon of 23 men. They're all young, they're all basically decent people, and they're all being called upon to kill for their country, with no clear idea of why or how. They're kept mostly in the dark, fucked around by their superior officers, have their missions changed with little to no notice, and get sent on crazy expiditions that seem pointless at best, suicidal at worst. And all the while, they're struggling with all the various moral quandries that fighting men have struggled with since the dawn of time.
They're also all completely hilarious, foul-mouthed and astute. They say shit that will make your HAIR CURL. They are a bunch of complete fucking psychos. And they all love each other DEARLY. They're best friends! They insult each other with VENOM, but they're like brothers.
They're WONDERFUL.
Today, I give you Brad and Ray. But no Brad/Ray until I find this ONE GIF I love which has disappeared! Sigh. All in good time.
This is Sgt Brad Colbert.
He is a Team Leader of Bravo platoon, under Lt Nate Fick (but not literally, despite what the fanfiction will tell you) He rides around in his humvee looking out through his gun like this a lot.
He is known as the Iceman, because he's such a cool motherfucker. He's tough, cynical, competent and sexy as hell. He's not an officer, which means he keeps fuck ups to a minimum and runs his men like a champ. Everyone loves him.
You can see why.
Brad is a very good Marine, but he gets fucked around a lot and is often frusterated and bewildered by command. He's normally too good a sergeant to voice his concerns, though. Which means there is a lot of this kind of thing:
That's Lt Nate Fick, mostly just known as the LT. He's a fucking awesome mofo, but he's an officer so he has to boss Brad around and Brad doesn't always like it.
Ok, so Brad's main thing is that he's hot and good at what he does. He's also super funny and dry and sarcastic, but we have to be honest, when it comes to being funny he's gotta give up the crown to Ray.
This is Ray. He is my favourite.
Ray is a sexy goddamn motherfucker. I don't even know what it is. Something about him (and the actor) just completely drives me wild. I'm so hot for Ray Person and it makes me feel like a bad human being. :( :(
Ray is the driver of Brad's humvee, as well as his RTO. He's also a badass marine. He's also, like, the filthiest guy on the show. The shit that comes out of his mouth is AMAZING.
Like in this scene -
So there's Ray, looking all hot in his little hoodie. Let me tell you what is coming out of his mouth, in reply to a letter sent to the marines by some schoolkid.
"Dear Frederick, thank you for your nice letter. But I am actually a U.S. Marine who was born to kill, whereas clearly you have mistaken me for some sort of wine-sipping communist dick-suck. And although peace probably appeals to tree-loving bisexuals like you and your parents, I happen to be a death-dealing, blood-crazed warrior who wakes up every day just hoping for the chance to dismember my enemies and defile their civilizations...
Peace sucks a hairy asshole, Freddie. War is the motherfucking answer."
Hot, right? I wish I could get the emphasis right. Ray talks a mile a minute, because he is constantly on artificial stimulants to keep himself awake while fighting this fucked up war. He already has a great way of speaking (he verbally italicises, like, every other word) and when he's all high on Ripped Fuel he's a sight to behold. I could listen to him for hours. But that's because, unlike the men in Colbert's team, I didn't have to.
Here. Look at some Ray.
Ray is not conventionally handsome, and he spends half the series with a burn on his face from an exploding espresso maker (I couldn't be more serious), but he has the most beautiful dimples, and the most beautiful eyes and the most beautiful smile and the filthiest mouth. Also, yes he is sarcastic about everything, and yes he is annoying and crazy, but he's also a really good Marine, and he really loves his team-mates. When Walt (gorgeous, gorgeous Walt) gets all PTSD Ray acts even more fucking idiot than usual to cheer him up. Also, he humps his head.
Really.
There is not much more I can say about Ray that that gif does not already tell you.
(Note: I totally stole some of these pictures from this picspam here)
So next up, Brad/Ray! I have this big ESSAY WITH PICTURES written up on the wonder that is Brad/Ray, but it will have to wait. I promise it will blow your minds, though. Also in the pipes - the LT, gorgeous Walt, Rudy Reyes and the revelation that is Espera.
Generation Kill is still occupying way too much of my brain power. Lucky those VMan pictures of Nick Jonas came out today to bring me back to an even keel. I mean.
God.
--Beck