#tim bryan

Purple String of Fate

So like two years ago @jenkill wrote a fic that altered my brain chemistry. I think about it at least once a week.

Some thoughts under the cut plus a version with no background :)

photobomb in the garden . 02

Badass BANDANA Bryan photos because it's 100% how you became a fan of him in the first place don't lie and I don't care how smelly it got during production I'd still throw good money at that lone desert camo apparel amidst a sea of stanky woodland uniforms akdsjfhkadshfjahs

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!!!

Doc Bryan, I later find out, is always pissed off at something, if not the presence of a reporter, then incompetent military leaders or the barbarity of war. He’s a self-made man, son of a steamfitter from a small town outside of Philadelphia, the first in his family to attend college. He attended Lock Haven University, then the University of Pennsylvania on a football scholarship while he earned a master’s in education. In his younger days, Doc Bryan had a lot of ambient rage he used to burn off in weekend bar fights. “I’m always angry,” he later tells me. “I was born that way. I’m an asshole.”

Bryan: I’m very straightforward.

Wright: That doesn’t sound like a weakness.