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sparrowstarsandsorrow · 5 months

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You ain't no firing squad, you piece of shit!

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scuddish · 1 year

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WILLEM DAFOE as ELIAS GRODIN PLATOON 1986 | dir. Oliver Stone

#put your mouth on ME mf #willem dafoe #willemdafoeedit #scuddish.gif #elias grodin #eliasgrodinedit #tw gun #cw gun #mine #characters #tw fire #cw fire #dilfgifs #remade #platoon 1986 #underrated

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jaucher · 8 months

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#platoon #platoon 1986 #charlie sheen #willem dafoe #elias grodin #chris taylor

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cassieuncaged · 8 months

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More Platoon bts

#platoon #willem dafoe #elias grodin #the brainrot continues #willem posting

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greenmenace · 2 years

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Okay I am officially creating a series of admiring and thirsting over characters that Willem Dafoe has played, SO HERE IS ELIAS IN ALL HIS BEAUTIFUL GLORY!

#willem dafoe #elias grodin #platoon #i love him i love him your honor #i nearly included a picture of elias with his pale butt but tumblr didnt let me put it in D:#sad face for days

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emilynightshade89 · 2 years

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Willem Dafoe + text memes

The Trilogy: pt. 3

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soupy-sez · 2 years

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WILLEM DAFOE as “Elias Grodin” in Platoon (1986)

#willem dafoe #platoon #elias grodin #1986 #80s #smoking #gifset #my gifs #gifs #movies #men #soupy's

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myveryownfanfiction · 9 months

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @salemwitch96, @eclecticwildflowers

Warnings: smut, birthday sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), swearing

AN: happy birthday to the one and only willem dafoe!!!

“morning.” I greeted Elias as he walked into the kitchen. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he rested his chin on my shoulder. “Happy birthday.” Elias kissed my cheek.

“morning.” He whispered sleepily. Leaning his head against mine, he started to drift off to sleep again. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair.

“You can go back to bed.” I said, turning my head slightly to look at him. Elias shook his head.

“breakfast. Then bed.” He mumbled. I nodded as I finished the pancakes I was making. Gently elbowing him back, I took the plates over to the table. Elias grabbed the syrup from the fridge and I poured the coffee. We ate in silence before Elias put our plates in the sink before taking my hand and leading me back into our room.

“want your present?” I asked. Elias raised an eyebrow at me before settling back on the bed.

“depends on what it is.” He said with a smile. I smiled at him as I pulled my shirt over my head.

“whatever you want sarge.” I tossed the shirt at him which he batted away with a laugh.

“then get that cute ass over here.” Elias laughed as he waved me over to him. I laughed and climbed on the bed, laying on him before kissing him sweetly. “Whatever I want?” He asked as we pulled away.

“I mean…” I shrugged. Elias cupped my cheeks and kissed me again.

“yeah yeah yeah. I know how this works.” He teased as he started to kiss down my neck. Working my pants off, he pushed his down just enough to free his dick. Nipping along my jaw, he slid into me and quickly started thrusting. I moaned against him as I my hands explored his chest. Fingertips brushed softly over scars long since healed. Gentle kisses followed as Elias ran his hands over my back and reached down to cup my ass. “(Y/N).” He moaned.

“Elias. Just like that.” I encouraged him. “Come on sarge. Just like that.” Elias rolled us over so he was on top of me. His hips snapped against mine as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. I ran my fingers through his hair and held him there.

“again.” He whispered. I groaned as he gently bit my neck.

“What?” I panted.

“my rank. Say it again.” Elias groaned. I canted my hips up to meet his as Elias changed the angle.

“sarge!” I moaned. Elias growled lowly as his hips continued to snap against mine. “Please sarge. Please!” Elias moaned in my ear as I went over the edge. He followed soon after, hips slowing down before coming to a complete stop.

“never thought that would get me going like that.” He chuckled. “File that away for next time.” Elias pulled out and laid down next to me.

“duly noted sergeant.” I teased as I rolled over and laid down on his chest. Elias ran his fingers through my hair and pressed a kiss to my head.

“thank you.” He whispered. I smiled up at him and kissed him softly.

“let’s go back to bed baby.” I said, patting his chest as he wrapped an arm around my back.

“agreed.” Elias kissed me softly again before hunkering back down in the bed.

#elias grodin #elias gordin x reader #elias gordin fanfic #elias gordin fanfiction #Elias gordin imagine #willem dafoe #willem dafoe fanfic #willem dafoe fanfiction #willem dafoe x reader #willem dafoe imagine

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nightingalewhisper · 7 months

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time and place, Taylor (pt. 1)

— Is anyone waiting for you at home? Eh, Taylor? — Elias handed him a cigarette, allowing him to take a last drag and hit the bottom, separating him from the unconscious with a thin wall.

— No, — the answer was followed by a pause, during which, as it seemed to Chris, he finally realized that "on the other side of life" was empty.

A thick shadow of chagrin lay on the relaxed smile. The cigarette butt from the cigarette, burning, smoldered between his fingers.

— My grandmother died a month before I left for Vietnam.

Chris's dilated pupils, increasingly filling the green iris, peered at one point in front of him. Dry lips lazily opened in an attempt to speak. One of them was broken, and drops of blood were oozing out of it, caked brown around the wound. Elias watched at Chris with narrowed eyes. His trembling fire of youth clashed with the incinerating oncoming fire of war. Unfitness would have ruined him in the first week, when he was carrying half of his fortune on his back. He needed a mentor next to him, who taught him how to cope with the internal oncoming fire. Chris's mouth was open as if in a silent scream, and his expression froze in glassy indifference, struggling with horror for possession of his soul. Someone else's fingers touched his chin, gently turning him to himself. To Taylor's surprise, there was no impulse to resist inside. Elias's face in such proximity made him remember that he was not alone in the room. He looked down, bumping into the sergeant's enticing smile. Sergeant only touched his lips, giving Taylor a moment to make a decision. Chris froze, allowing himself to be pulled into a kiss. But the rush of pain from the wound, which Elias unwittingly disturbed while clinging to him with fervor, made Chris stifle a hiss. He pulled away, touching the crack, from which a trickle of blood was already flowing. There was a taste of iron in his mouth, and smeared scarlet spots on his fingers. His face burned like after a good whiskey, and the sensation of sharp needles piercing his lip began to deliver. While the slow realization of what had happened did not overtake the excitement pleasantly filling his gut, Taylor felt a desire to continue what they had started. He couldn't read Elias' emotions, he kept it all deep inside, and it was never possible to say for sure. Awe and apprehension intertwined inside in a single impulse. But all this could not be more convenient now. He put his hand on Elias' neck, whose hot skin was already covered with perspiration.

— Did you like the taste of blood?

— Yes … sort of, — Chris was breathing heavily, and his broken voice gave him away, but he kissed with such a feeling as if he had gone mad.

The taste of dried blood mixed with fresh blood on his lips, tousled jet-black hair-everything about Taylor was too young, hot, eloquent for Elias. Chris himself craved more. Constant stress, fear of death and prolonged lack of sex increased tension, which he considered almost a vital necessity to relieve at the first good opportunity. And luck turned up for him. Luck with a tanned, freckled face that evoked associations with daring youth, and at the same time his rudely pointed features made it clear that Chris himself was not even younger. He put his palm on the sergeant's chest, which was heaving excitedly from the accumulated lust, but immediately felt a strong grip of someone else's hand on his wrist.

— Time and place, Taylor

#platoon #willem dafoe #elias grodin #chris taylor #charlie sheen #smut #80s #vietnam war #elias grodin × chris taylor

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ivan-the-dionysian · 2 years

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I appreciate Willem Dafoe in Platoon (1986) a normal amount

#elias grodin #platoon #willem dafoe #that one hc where norman osborn went to war when he was younger and it’s just pictures of elias grodin #yknow he’s something of a martyr himself #adagio for strings

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illiana-mystery · 11 months

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I wrote my first Elias fic in honor of Memorial Day. Shout out to @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky for inspiring me to do so!

Read the summary below for more information:

After a year of radio silence from your fiancé and wondering what happened to him in the jungles of Vietnam, you finally reunite with him in the most ironic of places. His empty grave. But with this reunion comes new changes to your blissful life, changes that involve coping with his PTSD and his permanent injury. However, due to your immense love for him, you're willing to stick by him and welcome him back home with open arms. But how will this bittersweet reunion affect his family?

Taglist: @emilynightshade89, @eclecticwildflowers, and @dreamlikedesires

Let me know if you would like to be in my future taglists. 😉

#this is a last minute fic #but it was so fun to write #hope you like it #elias grodin #platoon #platoon (1986)#fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #ao3 link #ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #willem dafoe

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sparrowstarsandsorrow · 8 months

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