okay I know I’d talked previously about how I’m careful about not to read my own politics into Gen Kill because… because idk, man, this is too close and too polarizing to feel confident about, at least from my perspective. but I’m rewatching the first ep, and I had forgotten that the first scene closes with Poke saying “White man’s gotta rule the world” and THEN it cuts to the title, Generation Kill, for the first time.
and obviously this is a totally irreverent show and some of that is sarcasm but STILL. there’s definitely more critique of American colonialism and toxic masculinity in this show than dudebro fans pick up on.
“I’ll drive you.” Brad says it like there is no argument. Nate doesn’t even try to make one. He just smiles and agrees.
“No country music,” Nate winks.
It weird. Not weird. It has that quality of a day dream. The high way turning into a kind of endless haze in front of them. The desert baking the sky around them. Brad takes all the scenic routes. Nate puts on music that has a quality like techno but also the voices of longing and future wants.
They see the world’s largest ball of string.
Nate takes a picture on his cellphone. It’s a shit picture. It’s blurry and out of focus but Brad’s smile is in the screen and Nate’s eyes glow.
They get American Gods on tape at a Cracker Barrel.
“It’s about a road trip across America.” Nate explains. It’s about more than that. It’s about faith and love and all that shit. It’s about finding yourself in a car. It’s about accepting something you thought couldn’t exist.
Brad takes a detour to The House on the Rock. Nate buys post cards. They stand next to one another in a room filled with nothing but weird lamps.
Of course it’s the midwest when it happens. The fucking not middle of the country where the mountains and the desert are gone and the hills wont return until you can taste the Atlantic. Of course they are dead center in the corn belt. Of course the miles have helped them shed all the things they were holding onto.
When Brad had thought about it he had imagined something rushed and hurried and frantic. It’s nothing like that. It feels the same way the desert did out the windows. It feels infinite and hot and magical. Nate is mostly naked on top of him and they are laughing. He’s never had laughter int he middle of sex before. It’s amazing.
“England almost sounds like New England.” Brad teases when they start to smell the Atlantic. Nate turns on Coldplay in retaliation for the joke. It’s perfect.
What the actual fuck. I want to lick his teeth. I know that’s fucking weird, but I do. As a side note. Look at how long and finely sculpted his fingers are.
Who told Stark he was allowed to be so pretty in the night scenes? Why are all the dark screencaps of Nate so god damn pretty? Who was okaying this shit?
Look at this shit. Like, Stark, there’s barely any light, you don’t have to be serving us so many pretty faces.
I know your eyes apparently catch the fucking moonlight or something, but can you cool it?
lookashiny 