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Jan. 19th, 2011 01:00 amMy life is full of bad influences right now. *eyes
irisgirl12000 and
swear_jar* But apparently I can no longer say that I don't write Generation Kill fic. (yeah, yeah, I know that I've posted fic, like the Baby Belle story and stuff I co-wrote, but they don't count) Anyway, way back in the summer, I accidentally wrote fic and emailed it to a few people, but it sat in my gmail since then, until
swear_jar and I were talking the other day and I shared it with her and she said I should post it.
Which means coming up with a title and summary. Tartar sauce! Um... let me think. (by which I mean, let me go bug
irisgirl12000 to make up a title and summary for me when she reads over this.)
uh, well, apparently she hates titles and summaries as much as I do. Just read the fic, okay? *g*
Became Friends As We Learned How To Fight
GK || Ray, Walt, little bit of Brad and Nate || Teen || ~3500 words
Summary: Ray doesn't adjust easily to civilian life.
Disclaimer: I am completely full of shit; I come from a family of liars and proudly carry on that tradition. Uh, this is a work of fiction based on portrayals of actors and meant to imply nothing about any real people.
A/N: Yeah, idek. I wanted fic and couldn't find it and accidentally wrote it myself? I blame
irisgirl12000 for taking advantage of the fact I was laying on her couch and suffering from COL and a concussion. She made me watch GK, yall, knowing I would get hooked. Apparently it was payback for bandom. A few other people saw this in email, but I never actually posted it because I'm me. So you can blame
swear_jar for me actually posting it. And blame me for any mistakes and inaccuracies. It was betad (by
irisgirl12000, whose name you're probably tired of seeing and who just changed her lj name and if I was typing the new name in this post instead of the old name, I'd remember what it was by now!) and she probably told me to fix things and I didn't. Title comes from Rise Against's Hero of War.
( The dreams are worse than actually living through the shit, Ray thinks, snagging himself another beer from the fridge and wondering if it was maybe a good thing that he had been living on a diet of Ripped Fuel, instant coffee, and adrenaline while they were in Iraq. )
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Which means coming up with a title and summary. Tartar sauce! Um... let me think. (by which I mean, let me go bug
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uh, well, apparently she hates titles and summaries as much as I do. Just read the fic, okay? *g*
Became Friends As We Learned How To Fight
GK || Ray, Walt, little bit of Brad and Nate || Teen || ~3500 words
Summary: Ray doesn't adjust easily to civilian life.
Disclaimer: I am completely full of shit; I come from a family of liars and proudly carry on that tradition. Uh, this is a work of fiction based on portrayals of actors and meant to imply nothing about any real people.
A/N: Yeah, idek. I wanted fic and couldn't find it and accidentally wrote it myself? I blame
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( The dreams are worse than actually living through the shit, Ray thinks, snagging himself another beer from the fridge and wondering if it was maybe a good thing that he had been living on a diet of Ripped Fuel, instant coffee, and adrenaline while they were in Iraq. )