#Grady Coon-Ass Travis

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gonna watch fury again tonight so here's a sketch of the worst thing to come out of arkansas

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[ratty9boy]

✨THEM✨

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a baked bean?!!?;?;??::?!:!!?!!

[witnessmyart]

Jon Bernthal as Grady ‘Coon-Ass’ Travis in Fury (2014)

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Fury (2014)

“Best job I ever had” ~ “War never ends quietly”

[etwlemons]

new header because i deeply care about these tank guys

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Grady

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Fury Masterlist

Don “Wardaddy” Collier

-Never Alone

-Say You’ll Stay series (temporary hiatus)

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I haven’t drawn/painted in a while, so this ain’t great but there’s a #7daysofJonBernthal happening on twitter coz of Jon’s upcoming birthday, and Day 1 is favorite movie, so I had to doodle Grady from “Fury”.

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i am right

[lindamarieanson]

Bernthalweek 2.0 | Day Five - Favorite Movie Character - Grady ‘Coon-Ass’ Travis

(Please, DO NOT REPOST my art!)

[ratty9boy]

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[roguesandsaviors]

Grady Travis Request

Delayed drabble request but I was hit with inspiration and manged to get it done. This is for the wonderful @anna-hawk​ who sent in the request “Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!” I was trying to figure out how to take this for the longest time and hopefully you like the direction it took.

War was dirty. It was violent. It was unrelenting and unforgiving. Dark and desperate, isolating. When little moments were found, they had to be clung to. That was what had happened between Grady and Y/N. You, in your eagerness to help where you could, put your talent to use and joined the military when the opportunity became available. As a radio operator, you were kept fairly busy. On top of that, you seemed to be one of the only ones at camp that could repair the equipment. Most of the men that could were forced to head to the lines with a weapon in hand.

That was how you two had met. Hunkered over a radio that was on the fritz, he had brought their sets in, mouth running a mile a minute to his companion. He was a little surprised to find a woman hovering over the radio but as you grabbed the equipment and quickly made the fix, his companion shut him up.

It had been a back and forth between you from there but you had found yourself looking forward to the meetings instead of dreading them. The attitude he gave wasn't as hard as some of the other men and there was something endearing about him, whether it was the accent or the bit of southern charm that reminded you of home you didn't know.

Either way, you two had developed a playful relationship that became something more.

You waited, quiet but desperate for his tank to roll back from their latest mission. Knots formed in your stomach, trying not to let the nerves show. No one knew of what was happening between you, both of you figuring it was safer that way. The guys around camp wouldn't press if they understood that you didn't give in to anyone. Grady just avoided some teasing and extra worry when he was away.

Being called away for an important call, you missed the tank making its way into camp. You missed the weary looks and forlorn mood that had taken over the crew of Fury. It took most of the rest of the day,

Through the grapevine you had heard that there was a get together for everyone, some food, some drinks, and some entertainment. Camp was safe and it was thought that something like that was needed for morale. Grady would likely be stuck with the tank, or grabbing some sleep. He wasn't the most social of men.

Grabbing some food, more than what was needed for the two of you, you picked your way through the camp quietly, heading towards Fury. As expected, you found him sleeping, right on the track. You settled everything down, and moved to carefully wake him up.

"Quit moving, I'm trying to sleep…" He mumbled at first, leg kicking out a bit. Habits stuck. You persisted, continuing to carefully nudge him, before having to lightly grab his leg. "Wait...are you...what?" Finally, he shot up, the soft giggles coming from you enough to help calm him down, anger melting into amusement and affection.

"I brought some food, figuring you would be stuck here with the tank." He reached out, oil, dirty covered fingers grabbing a hold of your wrist to drag you closer.

"Hey sweetheart," he murmured, eyes holding on you before dragging to the food. "How'd you even carry all that here by yourself?"

"I have my ways,” you replied, knowing it had been a juggling act. “Besides, I know rations have been low. You need to eat what you can." His posture softened further. If you could take care of him, you would.

"You're eating with me right? Think we're heading back out in the morning." He shifted before reaching out and pulling you up to sit beside him without warning. You could feel the warmth of his body seeping into your clothes. It didn’t matter that he was filthy, having been stuck in the tank for days on end. He was here and in one piece. You couldn’t have been more thrilled. Left to your own devices, you had all the time in the world with him.

"Wouldn't be anywhere else." He leaned over and pressed a kiss to your cheek, pausing as his forehead pressed against your temple, taking in the same sort of comfort of your presence.

“Me either.” War was dirty. It was violent. It was unrelenting and unforgiving. Dark and desperate, isolating. War could also prove the human spirit and grant moments that wouldn’t otherwise be had.  

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Imagine # 693

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours please let me know, so I can give you credit.

Gif credit goes to - @fckmeupkinnaman

Year posted - 2020

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Girl best friends