Anon I’d like to personally propose we get married immediately- also i will be saying “boathouse” instead of “wheelhouse” now. also I so didn’t mean to take this long-
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GabeWalt: Dumbasses, idiots, literally so oblivious to the fact that everyone else can see them. Walt teases Gabe about the Iraqi hitting on him relentlessly, asking Gabe to take his glasses off as though Walt ““sees something”” and then just saying, “Oh, it’s just a set of beautiful eyes, false alarm.” AND WALKS AWAY-
ManimalChaffin: Clingy👏Bfs👏 Seriously, Jacks has no sense of personal space, he will hang off Chaffin like a jungle gym despite the fact that Chaffin is at least a head shorter than him. Chaffin likes it, likes the physical weighted presence of Jacks right there, knowing he’s nearly always within reach. Once one of them gets out of the Corps, they get an apartment together, adopt a little Jack Russell and name it Shelby.
Manimal/Chaffin/Gabe: Chaffin now has two clingy motherfuckers to deal with, and even though Garza is a little lighter than Jacks, he seems to forget how strong his grip is, often leaving little finger-shaped bruises on Chaffin’s biceps and forearms. Jacks will often shimmy between them and put both his elbows on one of each of their shoulders, Garza will lean into the touch while James stays solid. Garza bends to Jacks, Jacks bends to Chaffin, Chaffin watches out for both of them. It works for them.
BradPoke: Poke forced his way into Brad’s life and Brad got attached- simple as that. Antonio for sure has Brad wrapped around his finger, they banter of course, but Brad will always give way to whatever Poke wants. Brad also doesn’t really know what the fuck to do with a boyfriend so he just kinda waits for Antonio to plan dates and other excursions, observing and taking mental notes from other gay couples, Poke knows he’s doing it and thinks it’s adorable.
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StineyTeren: Stiney stole a pair of T’s PT shorts the first day they trained together. It was an accident sort of, being assigned to share a barracks room meant that they shared the same laundry facility as everyone else in the barracks building, there are limited washers available to begin with and good luck getting two open washers. He was trying to be nice! He really was just trying to be nice, he thought Teren didn’t like him because T was so quiet, so Stiney thought it was a good idea to throw T’s laundry in with his own. Uhh, turns out they’re the same size in bottoms, and it turns out Teren labels all his clothes on the inner waistband and collar. Teren noticed it when they were grappling in the sandpits, Stiney’s shorts rode up to his waist and flipped down when he leaned and lunged for T’s legs, T saw the little Sharpie’d block letters on the tag and got distracted, allowing Stiney to finally take him to the ground on the first try. Things between them unfolded from there :)
WaltTrombley: It took so long for Trombley to admit he liked Walt too. So many freakouts, both internal and physical, he was a mess, Walt was patient though, letting Trombley settle down on his own time. Walt ““made a move”” on one of their last days at the abandoned tank repair yard. Bringing him to one of the odd buildings that was deemed too unstable for overnight shelter, Walt grabbed Trombley’s hand when they were behind enough cover that Walt knew nobody could see them and pulled the younger Marine close to his side, sort of leaning on him beings as Trombley is a little taller than him, but still walking. James blurted out “I’m not gay!” yet made no move to let go of Hasser’s hand or push him away, if anything he was the one to intertwine their fingers, rubbing his thumb over the back of Walt’s thumb.
ChaffinGabe: They’re worse about insults than Brad and Ray- That’s their show of affection in public. In private though, James gets a little sappy, Garza will catch James just staring and smiling at him, and when confronted all James says is, “Just can’t believe I got so damn lucky with you.” before pulling Gabe into a sweet, smile-broken kiss. Garza isn’t much better about staring, he can’t help it when Chaffin is fiddling with a new project he picked up, so caught up in how happy James looks.
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GabeWalt: Gabe -just like everyone else honestly- is easily distracted by Walt’s mouth. No, seriously, Gabe has completely forgotten what he was saying mid-sentence all because Walt started chewing at his bottom lip. Walt knows.
Walt for sure knows and does it on purpose but acts all coy. “Ya’okay Gabe?” and pinches his eyebrows together in mock worry, all the while Gabe is desperately trying -and failing- to not get hard right there.
Sometimes he’s painfully honest about why his thoughts sputtered out, “’m fine, just really wanna fuck your mouth right now.” Making Walt grin and bite the tip of his tongue.
ManimalChaffin: Stupid asses. In their tent at Camp Matilda, they fooled around a lot at night. Both of their racks were toward the center of the room which put them closest to the radio they left on all night for white noise, so most of their noises are covered up. Jacks sneaks his way to Chaffin’s rack almost every night, immediately tugging at James’ boxers even before their mouths meet, he’s just so damn eager to get Chaffin’s cock in his mouth. James pets down Anthony’s shoulders and back, not hesitating to squeeze the nape of his neck hard enough to bruise when he cums. Everyone in the tent is already covered in bruises from grappling so it’s not suspicious.
Manimal/Chaffin/Gabe: Gabe didn’t get sexually involved until they returned from their first OIF deployment. It should have been embarrassing how fast they booked a cheap room at a hotel only a klick away from Camp Pendleton’s main gate. They already had their post-deployment long as fuck showers so they didn’t have to wait once they got through the hotel room door. Anthony was already rucking up Garza’s shirt, big hands exploring deceptively soft skin, too excited to finally be able to touch instead of just stealing a couple glances in the showers. Chaffin was really no better, palming his own stiffy and grinning at the other two like they were prizes -which they are to him- and saying how bad he wants to fuck the both of them ‘til they can’t walk.
BradPoke: Brad is a total fuckin’ bottom and it came as no surprise to Tony; he took one look at Brad and just knew this motherfucker was submissive and breedable a bottom- He lets Brad dictate when and where they fuck because he knows Brad hates being all vulnerable ‘n shit, white boy needs to plan and feel in control. It starts pretty much the same every time: Brad eagle-eyeing Poke all day on base, Tony acting like he doesn’t notice but intentionally keeps his body language open and happy to let Brad know he’s not in any type of mood, Brad will ask if Tony wants to have a drink at his place once they’re released, Tony will agree and sometimes give Brad a knowing little once-over and sometimes he won’t. They end up grinding against each other like indignant teenagers on Brad’s couch the second they sit down, Antonio knocking Brad’s stupidly gangly legs apart and pinning his wrists above his head, rubbing his Cammie-clad crotch against Brad’s matching crotch.
“Think you’re fuckin slick, trying to get in your ATL’s pants? That’s just sick, dog.” Tony will say, grinning against Brad’s mouth while he reaches for the velcro and buttons of Brad’s blouse, Brad already going for Tony’s trousers and easily getting them open now that his hands aren’t pinned.
“Like you’re any better.” Brad huffs, letting his head tip back and his eyes flutter closed, a shaky breath leaving him just from wrapping his hand around Antonio’s cock, anticipating the feeling of it filling him almost too full.
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StineyTeren: T regularly makes jokes that Stiney should have joined the Navy with his dick-sucking skills and how much he likes being fucked, he would have been a Fleet Admiral in no time. He likes making T feel good, okay? Ain’t his fault Teren makes the prettiest little noises when Stiney takes him all the way down his throat. Praise, lots of praise comes out of Teren’s mouth no matter what they’re doing, but especially when Stiney is prepping himself, three fingers thrusting in and out of his hole, trying to curl them enough to rub at the right spot. T will eventually take pity on the smaller Marine and replace Stiney’s fingers with his own, murmuring praise in Stiney’s ear while he squirms. Also a lot of T getting all hot ‘n bothered over Stiney in his shirts and hoodies, making Stiney wear one of his shirts almost every time they fuck.
WaltTrombley: Imagine sappy, sweet, patient sex... and triple the sweetness. It took a while for Trombley to get comfortable being naked around Walt in a setting that wasn’t just functionally efficient like showering on-base or changing in field tents, so it was huge when James tugged off his own shirt as he crawled over Walt. Lounging back on the couch, an old copy of Band of Brothers propped on his chest, Walt quickly abandons the book to direct his full attention to the pretty, shirtless boy suddenly in his lap. Trombley doesn’t say a word at first as he bends down to press his lips to the other man’s, his left hand cupping Walt’s cheek while he slips his other hand up Walt’s shirt, just petting over ribs for a while before speaking.
“Want you to touch me, Hasser. Will you touch me?” James nearly begs, shifting his hips to grind down against Walt, fingers now toying with the button of Walt’s pants, he won’t pop the button if Walt doesn’t tell him to.
“Yeah, fuck,” Walt groans, “yeah I’ll touch you. Where? You gotta tell me where, baby.” Walt greedily runs his hands over the exposed, freckled skin of James’ torso, dragging his nails up the younger man’s back to leave faint red trails for later, eager to please and ecstatic that Trombley wants to be touched. Trombley initially responds with a kiss, running his tongue over Walt’s bottom lip to ask to deepen it, and once granted he pushes impossibly closer, whimpering and pulling back when he realizes Walt isn’t going to touch him without basically written authorization.
“Want you to jerk me off.” James mumbles like he’s embarrassed, eyes glassy and trusting. In the end, Trombley finds out that being with another man isn’t going to damn him to eternal hell immediately... and that it’s not just his own callouses he likes the feeling of against his cock-
ChaffinGabe: It’s like a fight sometimes, both struggling to get the upper hand, hands gripping and pinning until the other gives. They like it, they get off on it, so they keep doing it. Gabe usually gives first, not because James is stronger than him or anything, it just gets him in a certain mindset when Chaffin either gets him pinned or they’ve been grappling for an extended period of time. It gets to a point where Garza wants to see just how far James will go, wants to feel everything James has to give, wants James to take all he has to give. The physical strain and sweat are what gets to Chaffin, he’ll admit it’s a little gross to most people that he likes it when he can see the trails of sweat dripping down Gabe’s body, but it’s Gabe, and to Chaffin it just gets him so fucking hard knowing he’s the one making Garza strain and exert that much energy in order to sweat for him.
the Compromised Colbert Collection part 2 because he can't help himself apparently asdkfjhadksfjh
*** these pictures are begging to be tagged properly hnnnnnngh why would they hurt our small peaceful corner in this way
I know a lot of these have made their way to tumblr before, apologies for the duplicates, but I just really need to picspam myself with everything I nabbed and organized from the Generation Kill fan group on Facebook because the world deserves these beautiful collections of late 2000s cringe!!!
Scrolling through all the photo albums was a Life Experience and 3 study hours obviously spent on not studying, would highly recommend it, 11/10, I saved all my faves and they got me through 24 days of sleepless hell, save your favorite cringiest photo to pass your next big milestone in life ajdsgfhfaadjfhjasgd
