LINKDING

<blockquote>They declared Brad officially KIA on the third Tuesday of October. Coalition forces looked for him after the ambush, hopeful that if anyone could survive, it was a recon Marine. That hope flickered, day by day, until three months finally snuffed it out. Eventually they called it: Brad Colbert's final mission was a total loss. Two weeks later, a FedEx envelope showed up at Nate's office. As the sealed note inside slid into Nate's hand, his gut dropped out. He'd recognize the hastily-scrawled "Nate Fick" anywhere; Brad wrote this.</blockquote> ➤ things Brad can only admit when he's dead

<blockquote>Look, he’s easy to notice, okay? Like Thor trying to blend in with regular people by wearing Clark Kent’s nerdy glasses.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“The Telegraph Kid runs with the Company—it’s, oh, you’ll find out once you settle in Encino, Lieutenant, but there’s a fair few blackguards in our territory. The Kid's the Iceman’s right hand man, and they say the only thing faster than his tongue are his fingers.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>a novel about Ray inheriting a cat and going to live at Brad's house and ending up being grossly domestic</blockquote>

<blockquote>Sometimes Brad thinks Iraq is a parallel universe in which all manner of bizarre things occur with no regard to the logic of the cosmos. Things like Ray being in a band that's actually good, or like Brad sort of not really maybe falling in love with him. Crazy shit like that. Because seriously, what the fuck?</blockquote> ➤ the one where after Ray leaves the marines he starts a band

<blockquote>Ray is slightly psychic. It's not super fun.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“Some kumbaya zen wedding bullshit. Our little Rudy is getting married.” “Little?” Brad asks, and thinks of how fucking ridiculous it all is, Rudy and his love bond. Rudy feeling the need to tell everyone how soft he’s gone over one person, how fucking compromised he is. It makes Brad feel uneasy, watching someone put their weaknesses out there on display like that. “Rudy takes shits that are bigger than you.” Or: Brad wants to get married. Ray doesn't.</blockquote> ➤ sequel to The Latent Bonding of Devil Dogs at War

<blockquote>Brad doesn’t know what’s worse, the fact that Ray is here at all, or that fact that Brad is.</blockquote> tag: <blockquote>working title of this was 'grindr fic' which should tell you most of what you need to know</blockquote>

<blockquote>Directed-verse Gen Kill. Because conversations with surexit result in things like this.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The biggest sign that he was going crazy was the flush of relief he felt whenever Ray forgave him for being an asshole.</blockquote>

<blockquote>No matter how hard you try, pretending you didn't get married while blackout drunk doesn't mean it didn't happen.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Ray laughs. “Hey, homes,” he says, like it’s been a week and not nearly two years since they’ve seen each other. </blockquote>

<blockquote>Brad's home from the Royal Marines, Poke's back in the civilian world with his wife and kids, and Ray's in a rock band. Either everything's changed or nothing has. </blockquote>

<blockquote>My prompt was Fighting hole - Defensive position dug into the ground; can be dug for one Marine, a pair, or a weapon crew; formerly known as a 'foxhole'.</blockquote> ➤or: the one where one of Brad's marines is abusing his wife. I read and appreciated this ages ago so I don't know why I didn't bookmark it at the time!

<blockquote>He felt like he wasn’t really living, like he was in an in-between state, something that came between war and real life, something like purgatory.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The one where Ray DD's Brad's feelings.</blockquote> ➤ "DD" here meaning "Designated Driver", I think

<blockquote>The biggest sign that he was going crazy was the flush of relief he felt whenever Ray forgave him for being an asshole.</blockquote> ➤ also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/327424

<blockquote>"That had better be my own hand on my thigh right now, suddenly gone all leached of melanin and psycho-possessed so I don’t know it," Tony says evenly. He doesn't look down at the grubby fingers wrapped just above his knee, twitching slightly. It is entirely possible that would be taken as encouragement. "Else I'ma cut it off with my KA-BAR. Might do it anyway."</blockquote>

<blockquote>"You want to recruit me for what? You want me to go where?" Sgt. Brad Colbert has been on a lot of strange missions, but this promises to be his most out there yet: Atlantis This is not a story about falling in love. This is a story about falling in team.</blockquote> ➤ most of this fic is absobloodylutely wonderful. The ending doesn't quite live up to the everything else but it's still totally worth a read.

<blockquote>"You should be so lucky,” Brad says, and he watches Ray tighten his grip on the steering wheel before looking back out the window. “Nothing worse than getting tied to one person and having no say in who you have to fuck for the rest of your life.” “Oh, yeah, Reporter,” Ray says, as if this is only now occurring to him, “Brad only likes prostitutes. Write that down.” In which Brad winds up bonded to Ray, and isn't exactly happy with the situation.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Brad Colbert had experienced quite a few disastrous mornings-after in his life, but this one took the proverbial cake, turned it upside down, and fucked it six ways to Sunday.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Exactly what it says on the tin. (With links to the songs!)</blockquote>

<blockquote>Ray and Brad are apparently soul mates. They're not thrilled.</blockquote>

<blockquote>When Ray decided to rush Beta Rho Alpha, it was mostly out of protest. His high school buddies didn’t think he had the cajones for Greek life. Ray thought they could go fuck themselves. He chose Beta Rho Alpha because during the freshman activities bazaar on the arts quad the brothers were doing the cha cha slide. There was this tall blond motherfucker in flip flops and board shorts with his BPA t-shirt, shouting at them about being out of sync, and how he was going to make them do the popcorn if they didn’t get it together, and Ray just knew he’d found the right one. It turned out he rushed the craziest frat on campus. The tall dude was called Iceman, was a hellacious pledgemaster, and disliked everybody on sight. Ray was instantly charmed.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Ray the robot Marine.</blockquote>

<blockquote> Nate thinks: Not dancing is not living. He doesn’t say it.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Ray finds the egg in a run-down shed in a shitty little village suspected of hiding members of the Taliban. (AU)</blockquote> ➤ needs a beta to fix improper comma usage, but a fun fic

<blockquote>Okay, so basically I shoved the GK boys into 19th century Napoleonic England, added Naomi Novik's dragons, shook vigorously, and then RAN LIKE THE HELL</blockquote> ➤ also on ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/554685

<blockquote>It’s around when Ray wants to hold Walt’s hand like a goddamn teenage girl with stars in her eyes and wet panties that he starts to worry.</blockquote> ➤ Series contains: Ray Person's Big Gay Day Ray Person's Big Gay Life Ray Person's Big Gay Plan Ray Person's Big Gay Ring Brad Colbert's Large Homosexual Conversation Ray Person's Big Gay Wedding Ray Person's Big Gay Honeymoon Ray Person's Big Gay Fight Ray Person's Big Gay Move Ray Person's Big Gay Adoption Ray Person's Big Gay Parenting Ray Person's Big Gay Dinner Ray Person's Grand Straight Wedding Ray Person's Big Gay Life (Redux)

<blockquote>"Ray, don't touch that—" *ZAPS* The boys find themselves lost in an alternate universe where spacecowboys make (break) the rules</blockquote>