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[indiaalphawhiskey]

Hi India, sorry if this comes like I’m looking for reassurance or anything… I’m just going through the first stunts after being away for a long time.

When McDomilson started, it was a little rough, but I brushed it off pretty quickly and didn’t give it more weight than it deserved because I was like, “Louis is gay, this isn’t real.” And it’s always been that way with Louis, even when bng happened, I’ve always felt sure about him.

But with Harry, it’s different. Like, when I saw that recent video, I swear it hit me harder. At first, it just felt like an emotional ouch, and then my brain went straight to, “maybe he is with her, he looks happy dancing,” “maybe he’s not gay,” stuff like that. And I know it sounds absurd, especially because I’ve been around since at least 2014.

And I thought it was just me — but I’ve seen a lot of people express this kind of doubt specifically when it comes to Harry. I guess it’s because a big chunk of Louis' fandom is queer and sees right through the bullsh*t, but Harry’s public image is so shaped by the media — 90% of people either project the “boyfriend fantasy” onto him and see him as a womanizer. That image holds more weight, and now that Harry’s gotten so famous, it creates even more distance between the people who’ve been here a long time and him.

And I just feel really bad for doubting him, India.

So I wanted to ask: why do you think that happens ? And have you ever had doubts about Harry? And what would you recommend I do when I feel like this? Thank you for your time💛

Hey, love!

I've written about half a novel's worth on think pieces regarding the perception around Harry - both by the public and by the fandom - but I'm a terrible archivist so of course I can't link anything, so I'll make this short and sweet. (Famous last words.)

You said you've been away for awhile, and I don't know how long that is, but personally, after having lived through Olivia Wilde, I'm pretty numb to Harry stunts. That was suuuuuuuch a shitshow, and she was so infuriating, and the narrative around them was so cringe that my tolerance for anything less than whatever that crapshoot was just skyrocketed.

But, if you're asking for a more wholistic answer (which I think you are), I think you and I fundamentally disagree on two things:

1) Harry didn't look like he was having fun to me, and honestly, he never does. That kiss - faces as distanced as humanly possible and completely upright to make sure everyone got a clear view of who he was, and eventually, who she is - screams 'sigh. Another day at the salt mines.' That is not how you kiss a budding romantic interest. That's not even how you kiss a drunken one night stand. He looks like he's a breath away from counting Mississippis out loud.

And that's the thing - the only time I've seen Harry truly enjoy his time with women is when they're clearly in a platonic relationship. Family, friends, co-workers, creative collaborations, artists he looks up to... I mean, the guy bought a dulcimer to be more connected to Joni Mitchell. With that amount of passion, you'd think he could muster enough strength to cross a bridge in Civita without looking like he wanted to fling himself off it.

The truth is, we've seen Harry be so interested and in the moment with so many women, just not the ones he's supposedly in relationships with or the ones the tabloids/GP are interested in. And that's what sets us apart from the GP -- we actually have fifteen years of data, and it should mean that it's easier for us not to have such difficulty with object permanence when it comes to Harry.

Which leads me to:

2) Harry is so steeped in queer culture, it's hard for me to even fathom him as straight. From the dedication to flying the rainbow flag at his concert every single night, to wearing a rainbow pin in his off time, to the people he chooses to spend his off time with (Alessandro Michele) to his taste in art (David Hackney) to his fashion references (Keith Haring, Christopher Kane) to his collaborations and investments (Harris Reed, SS Daley) to the movie he actually fought to be in (My Policeman) -- and these are only surface level, because I, myself, am not as knowledgeable in art and queer culture as he is -- I just can't view Harry the way the GP views him anymore.

There's so much context to who he is and what he chooses to do with his free time and how he interacts with queer culture that to view him as straight is to take him so far away from fifteen years of context that it flattens him to a one-dimensional person. A snapshot in time, which, incidentally, are what all his stunts are: one-dimensional.

Because, let's face it, at the end of the day, all those stunts have one thing in common: they ended. Always. No matter how many tabloid articles talk about how serious he is, and whether he's met their family, this, that, and the other, all those women end up in the same place -- the past.

You know what never ends, though? Talk of him being queer. That is continuous - whether it's debating his fashion choices or whether or not he's queer-baiting (he's not, real people can't queer bait) or who he's dating or his songs (hi, Medicine, miss u so much girl) or whether or not he's with Louis - his proximity to queerness, the questions around it, is what always pops up and stays present. Sometimes, it gets drowned out by the GP and the tabloid articles about the female orgasm or whatever, but it never really goes away, does it?

Because Harry doesn't let it.

So, yeah. I think this fandom has always had an object permanence issue with Harry specifically, and I have no idea why that is because I don't share in that issue. I look at him, and I see a guy with a pretty solid sense of self, who has matured over the years and made concessions for his circumstances like all adults have to do, but who has only become more and more himself in his art and his queerness, and that's why the stunts don't bother me. Because I don't think they're reflective of his values, the same way I don't think Louis' stunts are reflective of his values.

I trust them both to be good people, not because I'm blind or I can't adjust to nuance or change my mind, but because I have fifteen years of context and data, none of which has ever led me to believe they're not good people, even after all this time.

And no one has to agree with me on that, but if you're asking how I keep sane, it's that. I trust them. That's all.

[popculturebuffet]

Next up for Cartoon Network era of shows, who is your favorite character from each of the 2000-03 half of the Cartoon Cartoons-era shows you've seen like: Sheep in the Big City, Time Squad, Samurai Jack, Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy, Evil Con Carne, Whatever Happened to Robot Jones, Codename Kids Next Door, and Star Wars Clone Wars 2003?

I realize now this was about CHARACTERS not just the shows in general. Since I did on the first one though, i'll give my opinons AND the characters to split the diffrence. First covering last time Dexter's Lab, Johnny Bravo, Cow & Chicken, I Am Weasel, The Powerpuff Girls 1998, Ed Edd n Eddy, Mike Lu and Og, and Courage the Cowardly Dog.

In order: DL: Dexter's Dad, easily one of Jeff Bennet's performances and I feel bad I had no idea it was him ands not phil hartman. Johnny Bravo: Carol, as him dating an antelope is just.. such a hilariousl awkward concept, and this is coming from a guy who dosen't have the best cringe comedy tolerance. Chronos MASTER OF TIME and the Nixon Shark are both close seconds. Cow and Chicken: The Big Red Guy: the sohw itself may be mixed but god I love him IAW: Weasel. Easily The Power Puff Girls: Hmmm this is a hard one but due to a thing i'm working on and his general meanace I have to go with him. He had a uniqueness to his apperances: It was always going to be terrifying unless it was with other villians and always something unique and memorable. EEE: Ed. He's truly the best and a meme machine fo ra reason Mike Lu and Og: Mike herself whose a nice mix of ignoarant yet still savy. Courage: The boy himself out of the main cast though pretty much every character here is fantastic. Kitty out of the antagonists, as she's the most tragic, has a truly creepy deisgn and was a gay character long before that was common OKay now onto the next era Sheep in the Big City: This is one I need to rewatch as my recent kablam retrospective (Please check it out), had me rewatch the off beats and I like Willems sense of humor and might ge tit more. The sheep himself is my faviorite, having a great design, likeable demeanor and nice bleats. Time Squad: Another one I need to revisit and a true classic: Simple premise, hilaroius characters and Larry 3000 is easly my faviorite. C3PO if they meant for him to be gay. Samurai Jack: Like most of these in this installment I need to revisit it. One of the best cartoons ever. Havne't checked out the last season, hear mixed things. Faviroite is the scotsman: he's hilaroius, fun to watch and a nice counterpart to jack being just as capable but everything our boy isn't. Billy and Mandy: A comedy classic. A bit too mean for i'ts own good sometimes, but a truely great horror comedy most of the time: creative premise, truly stacked cast of side characters, and richard steven horvitz greatest performance til lhelluva boss (zim is VERY close to billy though. ) Faviorite character is asking a lot of me, but I have to go with my childhood faviorite, Dracula. He could've aged poorly and shoudl have, he is making fun of blaxplotatoin.. but he never feels like a black sterotype, just a cranky throughly weird old man Evil Con Carne: One I need to revisit, yes AGAIN, and a show I always felt was undereatted. It just never took off the way Billy and Mandy did and you can tell maxwell atoms still had affection for it given he both ported skar over to billy and mandy (A really great decision and one I dearly love) and brought hector and ghastly back for one last hurrah. It was also one of my first exposures to Grey DeLise and Armin Shimmerman (Though I jus tlearned about the latter), and one of Phil LaMarr's best roles. With that last qualifier, Hector is my faviorite: his pomoposity, voice and being shoved in a bear are all great.

Whatever Happened to Robot Jones?: Need to revisit it you know the drill. Has a great title character, also my faviorite, concept but I don't remember it a ton. KND: Easily my third faviorite Cartoon Network show. A gloriously built world that's both nicely detailed and approriately childish, and a show that evolved from a pretty one note premise to a truly wonderfully thought out masterpiece that parodied just about everything with a nice chunk of x-men refrences. Faviorite is Numbah 2. Hoagie is just the best and his solo adventures tended to be some of the best of the series.

Clone Wars (Genndy's Version): Another one that, say it with me now "I need to revisit" and a true classic. Beautifully animated, great to watch. I will say the second season isn't quite AS good, trying a bit harder to be a lead int oa movie loosing the sheer flexiblity and cretivity season 1 had. I mean season 1 has mace windu going bare fisted monk on a bunch of droids alongside the ongoing arcs about ventress and whatever his name was. It also made general grevous a massive disapointment in the films.

[libidomechanica]

Against my heart beat me taste

A limerick sequence

               1

Against my heart beat me taste like nuns that rarest gift which her eye. While we    cannot bound, depopulace    own behoof, with all there did bring gallery, threw herself.

               2

And nobody wounded and floors, and watch’d—the leaves have tries to me a    paragon. I mourns my faintly    cared to. Drew himself has so fast? With me a bit of course.

               3

” Echoes of a winter Garment’s bites? Air bubbled, till cavern shouted—Open    the day I think on    the wicket flank’d by five bullets from annoying miracle.

               4

Road I write I still, hoping by men. And althought our frame? Will beneath, past    the yellow! You never,    never miss home-talk awhile the Hudson trembled; she is run!

               5

Well I remember of those who would rob the Reason I’m old, okay? My    lover, dismantling that    turned them so’ so take its way. Eye, without baptism, a third!

               6

Supposed dead, for the charm is flowing dotage took the simple village, and    poor; Full of life, God wot,    and those among thy grace of The Sky, whereby I know my pain.

               7

Flattering knell, the fire to stone half impair’d shady walks in word doth give    it must end. ’ Rank smells, and    never make each padlocked to forces razde, thy heart confess it.

               8

Make me tie here. Beauty of the eye! Under if that conduct neither singing,    What Lamp had been but    for the stately ship, and thus Gulbeyaz, as you occur in mine.

               9

In the picture, torture. Wakes us to black, slandering river twist of    the times away, dewy    splendid roof, which girt a slight invariably drown’d my day.

               10

To the though t were about, about the air along, and pain gone with the    cried, to cutting thee. That    guy with all it loving himself he set failing streamingly.

               11

With her brow. Her waist by my auntie Katie upon the poor rest, the wind    come for malice show for    supper now, and Jack on my small meet; she said his appetite.

               12

Mark what caught their Master’s cot, from birth, we stood, hid from thee. As, could our was    low, from the death. For he    is in New Jersey lighted too, as the moon is in all them.

               13

They whose are the iced street and darke, sincere the train so when your body will    builds up Prospers; and plighted    to swing. And at your arms were stand. Indeed, in chimney nook.

               14

Gold the iawes of happy morning of them o’er meaning the creamy urn;    farewell: thy frown length perfume;    her an’ a’ she has triumphant short. Said Juan, turning free.

               15

Make Game of Lust, is gain’d; for It rolls impotent deep-recessed gates I see    her eye. Me ask a ten-    foot stare. Humbler that until evening; shamed by such cordial greet!

               16

She means, roaring to East they spoke not prayer is, and other, old Angela    was found, he is in    her altar-stair. The Ball not ceasing, the glove me, not her, O!

               17

Her blue affrayed me; my great distance for inspiring the call’d to tell,    and strange fits of babes the    morrow wring he look up, to drew. In that right that I think not.

               18

For perfect music, sole-though orange a thousand hell! Turning mood, for a    living and could not signal    lonely moated in her limbs. You are here was not prayers.

               19

With shining my Highland lassie, O. Friend, I thoughts will sing in the you are    flesh by the night of conscience    apieces plays its long. Baba led Juan, the worst tattoo.

               20

Her months go to sleep,—for your name once. Her grows, though I was the bed. For the    man spoke a woman I    am and oath and sand upon that, and dreamy urn; farewell!

               21

Ever in his eyelids my anguish een. And his first Man took to this and    roses and been a lawn    best is Lies; they want to lions in the pure than less polished.

               22

May teach man, and gear willy-nilly blood and loathsome grow cold. Like a    flowery scent in the flinty    savage an instantly I boughs which do grow: and you like.

               23

Silly me downy owl a parting frame, it crossed each nook remove: o no!    For this, whate’er to the    room, nor understand, baba proposed a choice but through a straw.

               24

Than an empire to win mee, oft shewes a pretty. Not come for even    to keep it till not    melt, and fire of black eyes did strong; all to what tranquility.

               25

Wall a sluice with flowers, was a sultana’s cheek toward his wings, thou will go    to sleepy pilots casting    halls, in such man thro’ my very original or woe.

               26

When sheds fragrance of the troupes of purchaser of light and of joking. That    fill winds were never more    like bluntie, Tam; but, I felt the witching woman love stol’n from thee!

               27

Of diplomatic rest, but her features come back against or faileth: but    in One. ’Are not the    aquarium tending gaol rose nor many false with the Daughter.

               28

A conquer lovemaking off her charms— who is it that in Thailand, is short    or two skeletons. While    the blessing dispraise to weep, and weary day to shifting it?

               29

Those petticoats; and fold of plunder; and the delicate as blue and fragrant,    still came. Fair thou can    names what is youth, immortal part of their skin, her milky way.

               30

To heaven’s gate; for none can not imagine, quick and went wandering round    the great coat; to drew. ’St    thou use so we expect from her light arise; the bats, or more.

               31

House feelings, with tear, or is it there mis-shapen pigmies, deaf and could na    preached over the sky, and    sea had still doth live.—That I am man! Like photos her face.

               32

And—“A blind the blisses here and new. He saith, so arguing a kitchen    two time of Lust, hangs on    the beldame star price or praise too high, and no soft-toned reply.

               33

In my mouth—your shrinking love. My predestined Plot of the dame in creeping    dragons all that remote    recess which shaken with his eye. Along that once, other bed.

               34

She did my predestined country from work, were a crescent in the cold photo    booth. Up our style, as    not pause, in sad name let’s get some Strip of Heaven in his eyes?

               35

But in dying but the wine is stuck hard; and, and love a wafu’ man who    are you departed, just    remark’d wings. And one beweep my outcast me, wretch that befell.

               36

And late, because in vain. Had caught there’s nothing. A long thy guide: if you    live drink! And with you meant    for his new got to find such things to see it bitter creature?

               37

Fool! Grieved, the victor, tho’ e’er the hay- field and who rear whole, more there, dropp’d; but    I am pure and    learnedly, are thrust its rest, there was on his ’bacco box, her brow.

               38

Was so gaily, Wait here is of blue whose part! A wiser epicurean,    and he bid me some    slighted Troth, life and round us this dark: quick change: I granting.

               39

Must do: for loved? The vast advantages which you don’t wanton, like despatcht    the quiet we all the    distance, on April shroud, by the saucepan shade. I’ll come too late.

               40

Each Flower has wealth of delightingale that damned grotesques made a    sings of The Sky, I hear    horses, girls do, any more: it on for at moment was none.

               41

And hands and flowers have ground it seem’d, and hard: she heed it were stand, a long-    clothes: to a gilded to    move on the brain tops. If now and chaste moment with shriller throat.

               42

Though I loved by my soul, the mountains. Sometimes a carven image only    said, I am aweary,    I would abate, like fool, you know. Saw one, send very night.

               43

For as you can’t stop, and admired, awake for my Jeanie own in other    hurried back but little    mate thy love, call for none to Semele. Without a tomb.

               44

Quotes the moon was but all the aching me out of nation? I have cost you    or I. Discord, but no    shafts so should it not be let her rope. For Mercy, Pity, Peace.

               45

Should our case; wherewithal, but one moment times: leaf, zipper, speak on, my    Porphyro, while, an’ I saw    a man and love. But snow upon thank him once we goe a Maying.

               46

Two hours, and Me. Oh, thought out force himself: you are to pain, poor love not her    sweet, like when younger Love,    it gets another’s treasureless and grows that distant ways.

               47

As we sat down the same; and round the softly tread unto me. Might make, unheard,    some have, life’s dead    Yesterdays into a summer’s pickt, yet each lucid outlive it.

               48

Stray; blended, all over against my divine, and with the very far! Where    is mute in vain my    substantiates in her but burst into the square in these valleys.

               49

Seas of old Parnassus float; then let my Starre, because within. All not mixed    equal court, lost in these    empty-handed grows instep too: and Viva l’ Italia!

               50

And she also gentle dame return! Sesame, olive. By dead in a    trice. There my minnie to    see to portrait thy e’en sae rashy, O, aboon the brae, Sir.

               51

And faint and thine and makes the face, she nane. When to kisse again. Its last stoop    to any state myself    go down his sounds still. And strange, he cricket cap was owing west?

               52

That fill me how long back the year that— plot of the love-tokens than said I    am aweary, he    will not come. That at the strings to ye, my break, bread that has born.

               53

More despising, have all to her knees he saw ane an’ twenty, Tam! Kings, those    parted. Slips on the wakes    up each yearly trouble right divineness a curbside pool.

               54

Marriage, and strike a ten-foot scared but it and if the tears do rest, her sight?    Where to pray; his face a    strange it will be false, ere the Vine has not walks by night I want.

               55

Of your hand: in white as blue night, weigh in vain! The people in an untasted    to pray by all share,    and looking-glass my red like phantasies who remain’d—his hair.

               56

And they may heart.—An’ O for the good as upon her smile began to death    from my heart, her full round    us both, tis a mortgage was her that bed; she is some day?

               57

But mine—unweave all the story has a power, not black, however, snarling    dawn, behold as airy    texture, at least shades, also, as always shown evening up.

               58

He did. From silver spills in danger to complain of innocence and all    this separate dowager    has oppressing my histories of Cantemir, or eyes to Time.

               59

But the deep invent he robs thee am ouerthrowne, and kin. Balloons that    hemisphere, Lo! By and pledge    of young, when the third flies with disturb’d, she has so great Pope’s sight?

               60

Look a survey up and then pricked wave! You flesh, all day I thinke thus in heard,    somewhat not, where you know.    To look’d the strict Testing heart-stifled, or a glory as they!

               61

Love is at peace was the face, and the ocean stream here all akin Porphyro    upon the prisoners    cry Too lately. To their Words thy looks immortal page; her breasts!

               62

Had chosen, that e’er can scape from the worlds have hopelessness of life. Afterwards,    I found then far-spent    Nights fainted, and wriggle, but not swerve aside from all the Wing.

               63

I’m not quite, for they believeth all that which, snatch’d up into simple grumbling    their own brother and    demon, and the cock sung in this man no mouth. I set me in!

               64

Mad, o whistle, an’ I saw you were such a virtuous accents do the    heavy eyelids stretch    attire creep into a scream. With the progress robb’d me of Shame.

               65

We banged the darkened hilt, and saturning leave it awkward: and after all,    when the Euxine. The graunteth    lighter tree, why do you occurr’d to Juan’s was gone for love.

               66

I found so he has but a science himself into my music hath motion.    Sickening to admire    my eyes, and polished, and round with th’ inward night’st forsworn.

               67

That pass’d tween the wind constance fling: the hare lit up by gas. Rage, rage again    what to die. Or I are    much import forget you wander eyes a moment our elbow.

               68

To the faint away, the level—No! Dry as thou desired him lint and    go to sleeps alone! Where    I beheld, in pledge And bright with a sentiment to thee.

               69

Thy bloom one one day, and, in clover. His passing against the otherwhere:    she heart of murderers’    Hole? How happy day of Autumn’s bleak begin with Yesterday?

               70

Upon your rimes, running with merry in the great in vain was God Bacchanted    stepp’d. I have done of    some without hardly knew it. Dead! Why did shouts with free and more.

               71

—Thus plain sae bush; an’ she has not with the dive bar and syne he was hearts, and    they slept without a son?    May be no greater and left a little which is honor’s laws.

               72

Sweet a flowers decay: and seem lover who dead, still their works of speech no    more. Ill mimick’d as always    you that have a trentall suck, no wasp shall find than the pains.

               73

Reigns love, for you. But ay the tiles, for all that some few shine, and knowing banquet-    room an old the Parrot—    or in their hissing disgrace, and mysel’ hae plenty, Tam.

[gemevieve]

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design vids/tutorials, avocados, seungmin pcs specifically lol

ur 100% right tho i still hate avocados </3

what 3 things do you associate with me

[draftingtides]

What's your iaw tag?

it stands for inside a whale! it's from a poem by tanya olsen, and it's the name of a fic series i'm planning to write about trans martin and nonbinary jon

[lookbluesoup]

Writing US Military Characters

This is a non-exhaustive list of some common ‘quirks’ or habits that can give away a character’s military experience. Wrote it up for myself and it’s particularly useful when I want to show instead of tell. These are based on first person accounts from several vets! Thought others might like to use it too for a reference :D Ones with * or ** came up particularly often.

Like any guide, it’s just that - a guide, not a set of rules! A character is unlikely to do all of these, and other factors like ADHD, trauma, or just personality might effect what sticks. People are endlessly diverse! 

Eat, Drink, Dress, and Rest

* High tolerance for physical discomfort

** Eat very fast, and aren’t picky about the taste

** Can sleep anywhere - on a helicopter, in enemy territory, up high, underground, when it’s loud, when it’s quiet

* Can operate effectively without sleep for over 24hrs, or with erratic and limited sleep for days

** Wake up early, 0500-0700; Wake up quickly and ready for action

* Hair cut regularly. Beards stay clean shaven (alternatively some may avoid shaving when out of uniform)

** Dress practically and neatly, jackets buttoned/zipped up, ironed, polished

Take hat off indoors 

Organization and Talents

Gearhead

Gun nut

Detail oriented

** Pockets are meticulous. The same thing always goes into the same pocket, for easy reach. Pockets never full to bulging. Carry multitool.

** Hands stay out of pockets - ready. (Hands in pockets is forbidden in the military. Some Special Forces may keep their hands in pockets, as their ‘grooming’ rules are less enforced. Because they can)

Always carry things with left hand (and ”southpaws” must learn to use standard right-handed weapons)

** Know how to clean house and keep it organized (may choose not to out of uniform)

** Can make bed and shower fast

Organize clothes to be able to dress and maneuver their own space in pitch black (Navy specifically)

Know how to sew basic repairs (i.e. a button)

Layout items before packing. Tight roll clothes. Pack efficiently

** Can read maps effectively, may prefer them to a GPS, use landmarks

Deadlines not always considered concrete (There is a military mantra, “Hurry up and wait.” Often one would be told to complete something or arrive somewhere at a certain time, but nothing would happen due to someone else’s task meant to be finished earlier still being incomplete)

** Alternatively (or in tandem), arrive 5-30 minutes early to every event

Things kept packed securely in the car, “ready for sea” and “heavy rolls” (Navy specifically)

Routines and Social

** Respect for the “Other” or “Them” - other religions, cultures, races, and ethnicities - had to work crammed together with a diverse group that may have strongly opposing viewpoints, and learn to trust each other to have their backs in dangerous situations (For many, military is their first real experience with different cultures and beliefs)

* Respect ≠ Like. Will go above and beyond for a respected leader, even if they are disliked

Deeply suspicious of red tape, bureaucracy, and bosses on power trips, and will only do the minimum required for these

** Low tolerance for slacking/job skirting

* Volunteer other people for tasks, and willing to be volunteered for things

Don’t ask people to do things they aren’t willing to do themselves

Still follow orders of bosses they dislike. Still have the backs of coworkers they dislike

** Like clear orders, responsibilities, chain of command, and penalties

* Have Plan A, Plan B, and Plan C

Actions matter more than ceremony; definite respect for processions, but excessive reverence for the flag/anthem/etc viewed as posturing rather than true patriotism

High tolerance for boredom

** Adaptable, high stress tolerance, work efficiently, self reliant

** Avoid having their back to an opening (windows/doors/etc) or sitting anywhere someone can sneak up on them from

* Avoid loud, crowded areas, check perimeters, barricade doors, sleep last in a group (may coincide with PTSD)

Always walk on the right side of a road/grocery aisle/etc

Stand at parade rest, walk cadence, walk fast

* Walk quietly, even in boots, sneak quickly (military crouch run)

De-escalation in violence - in protective armed situations the standard is: 1) multiple warnings, 2) warning shots, 3) shoot to incapacitate. Shoot to kill is a last resort. (not following these steps could get an ally or potential ally killed) In verbal disagreement, resolve an issue before it escalates

* Wariness toward and tendency to feel Other’ed by civilians

* Immediate acceptance toward other military, expectation of shared values

Vernacular

Observe before speaking in a situation, only speak if it seems significantly important to

Refer to people as “Sir” or “Ma’am”

Giving out nicknames

** Speak directly, make direct eye contact (sometimes comes off as rude, often intimidates)

* Don’t take criticism or disagreement personally, expect others not to, either, and will point out flaws even to superiors (but again, orders are respected)

** Clear communication, acknowledge messages by replying, even if that’s just a thumbs up or down

** Swearing. Lots of swearing. Every other word is swearing

** Dark sense of humor, and racist/sexist jokes - not indicative of individual’s actual belief system or violent tendencies

Unbothered by angry yelling, angry quiet people are more concerning

** Point with ‘knife hands’, not just a single finger

** Use a 24 hour clock instead of a 12 am/pm; i.e. 0800 hours, not 8am (Called ”Military Time” in the US) 

Describe locations by o’clock directions, i.e. dog standing at 6 o’clock

* Write out dates as day-month-year (US usually does month-day-year) i.e. 21Oct57

** Use phonetic alphabet to spell things out, or at least have it memorized

** Habitually use military terms or sayings, including:

Good to go - Mission ready, ready to proceed

Squared away - Compliment indicating exemplary service

Popping a smoke - Need to get out of here [From using smoke grenades to call helicopters for extraction]

“Sir yes sir” [A ‘sir sandwich’] 

FUBAR - F*cked up beyond all recognition

SNAFU -  Situation normal, all f*cked up

TARFU -  Things are really f*cked up

BOLO - Be on the lookout

ATL - Attempt to locate

IAW - In accordance with

Civilian - Non-military person

Roger - Message received and understood

“Say again your last.” - What?

Firearm- Gun

Ruck - backpack

March - walk

Double time - running

PT - working out

Rally point - meetup

Field day - Spring Cleaning (Navy specifically)

Get smoked - Laps, pushups, etc as punishment

[weallwantabetterlife]

WOMAN SHOT IN THE HEAD

Linda Burnett, 23, a resident of Saraland,AL, was visiting her in-Iaws and while there went to a nearby Walmart to pick up some groceries. Later, her husband noticed her sitting in her car in the driveway with the car running and the windows rolled up. Her eyes closed with both hands behind the back of her head.

He became concerned and walked over to the car. He noticed that Linda's eyes were now open and she looked very strange. He asked her if she was okay; Linda replied that she had been shot in the back of the head and had been holding her brains in for over an hour (at least it seemed that way to her, it actually had been 15 minutes, she blamed the inability to tell time on her head injury).

The husband called the paramedics, who broke into the car because the doors were locked and Linda refused to move her hands.

When they finally got in, they found that Linda had a wad of bread dough on the back of her head. From the back seat a biscuit canister had exploded from the heat, making a ioud noise that sounded like a gunshot, and the wad of dough hit her in the back of her head.

When she reached back to find out what it was, she felt the dough and thought it was her brains. She initially passed out, but quickly recovered. Linda is blonde, a Democrat, and a Biden supporter; but that could all be a coincidence.

The defective biscuit canister was analyzed and it was determined to be Trump's fault.

#beautiful #mother #dad #friend #dream #bham #love #happy #smile #coronavirus #family #grateful #god #jesus #believe #coffee #freedom #veteran #bama #crimsontide #bible #prayer #quarantine #USA #rolltide #blessed #birminghamalabama #alabama #bhamalabama #peace

[chrisbangs]

8, 11 & 13 for the ask game!

8. a photocard that everyone else wants

apple music / shopee in life channie... i think these pcs were pretty popular bc even some of the easier members to find (chan, jeongin) are so expensive... i usually see this one for 50/60 usd for no reason -___- but a really lovely person sold this one to me for all of 15 usd and i'm just genuinely so lucky ngl 🥺 and this is one of my fav pcs anyway so im just so happy to have him..

11. is there an idol you wish you had the more photocards of?

jeongin!! with chan i pretty much collect all his album and non album pcs;; but with jeongin i'm a lot more liberal lol.. i'll buy whatever i think is cute or smth i really want;; but often i wish i did collect for jeongin like... properly.. like his album pcs are sooo cute too :(( and i do collect his album pcs from like... noeasy onwards... but i want his old ones too its just like... iay and iaw pcs cost like 10 usd each most of the time and i genuinely cannot drop 60 usd more on another member 😭😭😭 it breaks my heart a lil bc i love jeongin and his pcs so much but :(( maybe one day;;

13. favorite pre order benifit

oddinary hottracks kinda... just.... u know... well hes..just...... I DONT EVEN LIKE THIS TYPE OF PC ??? like .. non selca pcs..... but this one .... i want to eat this guy theres smth WRONG with him fr 😭😭😭 he looks so fucking good here... i love him so much... this pob drives me crazy crazy...

PC ASK GAME ✨

[invincible-appreciation-week]

Invincible Appreciation Week.

Welcome to the Invincible Appreciation Week tumblr blog! Monday 7th June – Sunday 13th June 2021 will be our first Invincible Appreciation Week (IAW)! Each day will have a different prompt to inspire you to create your own fanworks based of the show whether that be through art, fanfiction or any other means. We are open to suggestions for prompts so if you have any please send an ask to this account. We are accepting suggestions for prompts until May 9th. The final prompts will be revealed shortly after. Hopefully this will be first of many Invincible Appreciation Weeks and we are looking forward to all your amazing fanworks! Again if you have any issues or queries do not hesitate to DM this account.

[set-phasers-to-whump]

“look at me”

prompt: “look at me” 

whumpee:sonny carisi

fandom: Iaw and order svu

hey several disclaimers - i have never seen the episode (18x07) i based this on, only gifs. idk what actually happens after the scene at the beginning so who knows if this could even happen in canon. i also have not seen a whole lot of the show, certainly probably not enough to get his characterization down at all. nonetheless the idea for this fic came to me like last week and then earlier today i wrote the whole thing in my head and decided i had to get it down. surprisingly i really like how it turned out but i have no idea if it is like. good for the show or not so. keeping it out of the tags and such :)

He thinks that he should probably pray. The gun is pressing into his forehead and his knees are aching against the floor and he knows there’s only one way this ends. But he can’t make himself pray and in fact can’t make himself do much of anything at all except stare forwards at the man who currently holds his life in his hands. Maybe he should try something - try and escape, knock the gun away, something. Because if he’s dying anyway, he might as well die trying to save himself. But he doesn’t move. Can’t move, maybe. He is going to die, and there is nothing he can do about it. He doesn’t want to. But the metal is against his skin, cold and unrepentant, and he is dying. It’s just a matter of when. 

Bang. 

He flinches, closes his eyes. His ears ring with the shot and he still can’t really think but he must be dead. Right? Except he didn’t think it would feel like this. Like his knees still hurting against the hard floor. Like something wet and warm on his face. Like him still breathing. 

He opens his eyes. 

There is so much around him. Movement and light and noise and his brain refuses to focus on any of it. He looks around and tries to work out whether he is still on Earth when a shape draws his attention and answers his question. 

It’s Tom Cole. He is lying facedown on the ground and there is a hole in the back of his head seeping red blood into the ground and his gun is still in his hand and he must be dead but he still has his gun, the gun that had very nearly killed Sonny, but hadn’t (because if he is dead, he’s pretty sure Tom Cole wouldn’t be here with him, so he must be alive). He reaches out and pushes it away and then sits back hard and stares at the dead body that is not his. 

Another shape approaches him, and he backs away out of instinct. But the shape stops moving, then bends down so that they are at the same level, and he recognizes it as Liv. He relaxes slightly, because if she’s here then he must be safe, but then he raises a hand to his face and wipes away the wetness and his fingers come away bright red with fresh blood and it doesn’t hurt but there’s blood on him and maybe he hadn’t gotten so lucky, maybe he really is dead, maybe - 

“Carisi? Carisi. Sonny. Can you look at me, please?”

Liv’s voice breaks through the ringing in his ears, and he slowly looks up at her. She smiles at him - soft, comforting - and he doesn’t know what to do, he can’t think, he can’t - 

“Breathe,” Liv says, and there’s a hand on his chest and he leans into a bit without really meaning to. He tries to breathe but he’s aware that he’s not really doing it right. His lungs feel tight and the air feels thick and choking and - 

“Look at me. You’re safe. He’s dead and he didn’t hurt you and I know it’s a lot to process but you are okay. Sonny. Can you look at me?”

He does. “You’re okay,” she repeats, and he nods, jerkily, and breathes just a little easier. 

“Do you wanna get out of here?”

He nods again. He really wants to get out of here. Away from the blood and the body and the voices of everyone else and the way that they are trying not to pay attention to him, trying to pretend like he’s okay, which he’s grateful for but also hates because he knows that they know that he’s not okay. And he hates that he’s not okay, because this shouldn’t be a big deal, right? He’s alive and not even hurt so he shouldn’t feel like this. 

But that’s all entirely too much to be thinking about right now, so he stops thinking about it and simply lets Liv pull him to his feet. For a second everything starts to spin and he worries that he’s about to collapse, but then the spinning stops and Liv’s hand is on his back, steady, supportive, and he doesn’t bother to try and pull away.

They walk slowly out to the car, and then he’s in the passenger seat and neither one of them says anything and he thinks that he kind of wants to lock himself away and cry and he kind of wants to scrub at his face until it bleeds, because then at least the blood on his face will be his own (he knows, now, that it’s Tom Cole’s blood - it has to be - and he wishes it wasn’t). But neither of these thoughts are very rational or helpful so he decides that mostly, he would like to sleep. Just sleep for a long time and forget that this whole thing has even happened. 

--

When they get back to the station, he shrugs off Liv’s attempt to help him out of the car. He feels bad about it, but she looks like she understands and she doesn’t look mad. She lets him walk back inside on his own, even though he’s sort of stumbling - he’s trying to focus on walking, but everything is just so much at once and it’s distracting and disorienting. Still, Liv lets him walk apart from her - he imagines that she knows that he needs this, needs to do this one thing. 

On the walk in, he gets a few curious stares and well-meaning questions (there is blood all over his face, after all), and he decides that actually, what he wants right now is to disappear, just sink right through the floor and never come back. At least then no one would be looking at him.

And then they’re in Liv’s office and she’s closing the door and he wonders for a second if she is going to yell at him. 

She doesn’t. He sinks down onto the couch and she disappears - he doesn’t know where to - and when she comes back, she is holding a washcloth, and she sits down next to him and places it in his hands. It’s warm and wet and he imagines that he is supposed to be doing something with it but he can’t make his hands work.

“Can I touch you?” Liv asks, and it’s not quite her victim voice, but it’s somewhere in the neighborhood, and he thinks he should hate it a little, but he doesn’t. He nods, and she takes the washcloth from him. 

“Turn towards me?” she asks, and he draws his right leg up onto the couch and turns his torso towards her. She smiles at him and takes his hands - he realizes that they’re shaking. He hadn’t noticed that before - and cleans them of the blood that he’d streaked across them earlier. 

She moves to his face when his hands are clean, and he can’t stop himself from leaning forwards into the warm and gentle cloth. He closes his eyes, and only opens them when Liv again asks if he can look at her.

The washcloth is gone now, and the dampness it’s left behind feels different than the blood had, but not different enough for him to be completely sure that the blood is really gone. He asks her, tentative, slightly aware that he’s probably being paranoid. It’s the first words he’s said since all of this, and Liv gives him a careful once-over, even though she must know he’s being paranoid. 

“It’s gone,” she confirms with a nod.

He nods back, satisfied with the answer, and then turns away, putting both legs back on the ground. He rests his freshly-clean chin in his freshly-clean hands and tries to think of something other than this but finds that he can’t. All he can think of is the gun and the shot and the body and the blood and above all, the fear, raw and intense and unwelcome and unyielding, and then there is a hand on his shoulder and Liv says, “look at me,” for what must be the fiftieth time that day. 

He turns and looks at her, and he isn’t really sure what he expects to see on her face, but it's definitely not the sheer understanding that he’s greeted with. It startles him for a second, but Liv keeps looking at him, and he can’t make himself look away, and then he breaks. 

He’s crying and he can’t stop and the tears on his face are warm and wet and feel horribly like blood, and he sobs, once, and then Liv is pulling him close and somehow his face fits perfectly against her shoulder, and he thinks that there are probably a thousand people who have had that exact same thought. She holds onto him, softly, gently, and he knows it’s so that he won’t feel trapped. He doesn’t. He feels safe, actually safe, for the first time in what feels like forever. Liv doesn’t say a word, and he knows that she will let him stay right here for as long as he needs. 

Eventually, he falls asleep, exhausted, still leaning against her shoulder.

thanks if you read this! i haven’t been this nervous to post a fic since i posted my first work to ao3 lmao. maybe that nervousness is justified maybe not. we will see. anyway like i said i have only seen a couple gifsets of the beginning scene and not that much of the show with him in it. this might suck. idk. 

[indiaalphawhiskey]

If almost everything public about harry and louis is PR, isn’t it kinda worse that they’re actively taking part in it—rather than just admitting they’ve got flaws in their love lives and don’t always pick the right person? I’d honestly rather think Louis isn’t the best dad, or that Harry’s just trying to figure out his dating life, than believe they’re willingly selling a public image just to make more money.

You would rather think that a man who was raised by and who worshipped his late single mother would willingly subject an innocent child to an upbringing with a neglectful father figure, even though it's very clear he absolutely adores children in every other fathomable scenario, than think that Louis is -- like many queer celebrities before him -- just a gay man trying to survive a homophobic industry?

You would rather think that Harry, who takes every single opportunity to mention how much he loves deep romantic love and commitment, and being teammates and best friends with their partner, and growing together and protecting each other's solitude, is continuously and willfully choosing not to cultivate that kind of depth in his dating life, than think that he is -- again, like many queer celebrities before him -- in a long, happy, healthy queer relationship with a person he has a deep connection and history with, that requires he make realistic concessions in order to protect that one precious relationship above all else?

Really?

That's... that's what you prefer?

Couldn't be me.

[stay4stray]

is it just me or god’s menu (and the album as a whole) feels like it could be an answer to the “i am:” series and the back door at the end of the mv could be a response to the “miroh/yellow wood/levanter” series?

the album feels like a reflection of god’s menu’s lyrics, it doesn’t have a consistent emotionally-tied lyrical theme like their previous albums and the songs don’t have any apparent tie between them sound-wise either.  if there’s something that ties them together, it’s that they’re all super unique - they could almost all be sorted into different genres.  i mean lyrically we go from “god’s menu” and “easy” where it’s borderline bragging to “another day” and “phobia” where it’s about being just like everyone else and even having major insecurities.  this might be reading too much into it, but “i am who” could even be tied to the feeling of songs like “god’s menu” and “easy,” (and maybe even TOP), with a reflection of the public persona they had to show especially way back when IAW came out, while “i am not” could be tied to “another day” and “phobia” (also SLUMP), the parts of themselves that they had to deny as idols.  we could even tie “i am you” to love songs like “airplane” and songs that mention going forward with another person like “pacemaker,” even “mixtape: on track.”

it’s like saying “i am all of these things, all of these feelings and identities at once, and that doesn’t invalidate me, it’s what makes me who i am and i am proud of that.”

“look at all the things that we made and all the things that we are and it still sounds like us, it’s still us”

my only evidence for this is 2 out of the 3 album titles buuuut: to me the miroh/yellow wood/levanter series asked “where” rather than “who,” and they didn’t end up liking any of the paths that were offered to them, so they found an alternative exit here - the back door.  if we’re thinking themes and lyrical-ties, this can be a reflection of where they want their music to go - they didn’t ever want to be boxed into a mainstream sound, so they started making their own music and that gave them a way out.  it’s almost like the back door could be the merging of mainstream and their own style, like the merging of the two moons...

the red of the sign also reminds me of the red slips and flowers from district 9.  if that’s actually a connection that red could symbolize escape.  in the highligh reel they show the red objects from d9 right after chan says “we decided to get out of here and find our true selves.”  now that i think about it, miroh means maze-- what do you do in a maze?  you try to escape.  miroh is probably their most red mv.

throughout the whole music video we see them at a bunch of different career sites, which to me further indicates a tie to the “i am” series, because what shouts “i am” more than a career path?  “what do you want to be when you grow up?” is such a restricting question that we hear so early in our lives, and it often implies that we can only ultimately have one answer, even though that’s not true.  this is something they’ve been exploring since the very beginning, you see it especially in the “I am NOT” trailer (they didn’t include the specific part i’m talking about in the highlight reel for a very specific reason but aaaanyway)

i mean.  can we talk about how they go from “go live” where they all rap to “phobia” where they all sing???  that feels really intentional to me.  we know they can do both but this feels like they’re declaring it.  i even think the “ne son-nim” is a commentary on this contrast.  maybe i’m misreading this, but there’s something a little bit sarcastic about changbin’s version to me?  i don’t know, maybe not sarcastic, but still... a very different in tone than hyunjin’s in a big way.  just another example of that contrast and completely owning it!

anyway.  what if the two versions of themselves represent two different perspectives?  one being “i am not” and one being “i am who?”  and since they’re version of themselves, they’re both “i am you”

[lol-jackles]

I have a question for you. In the post you made showing when Dmitri and Creation parted ways regarding Stands, you mentioned that it was an "open secret" that he puts himself in financial pickles. Do you have other examples? Thanks and, as always, feel free to reply publicly to this Ask.

*deleted countless long-winded diatribes on what not to do when starting and managing a new business*  I’ll try to keep this short.

1. Went into business with his friend, Phillip.  Starting a business with a friend is only slightly less worse than going into business with your brother-in-Iaw (x).  I’ve seen life-long friendships ruined from business relationships gone bad.  It doesn’t matter how good of friends you are, greed changes people and your friendship will never be the same even if the venture is successful.   

Rules of business: never hire someone that you cannot fire 

2. Went into partnership with Creation Entertainment, hence Creation Stands.  Because Creation Entertainmment is an established business and the Ceation Stand was put together by Gary and Adam, and Misha’s friend, Phillip, was running Creation Stands, so that tells me that Gary and Adam were limited partners while Misha and Phillip were general partners (me: fucking idiots).  Gary/Adam/CW contributed most of the capital and then profits are split 75% to limited partners and 25% to Misha and Phillip because they provided expertise along with day-to-day management.  I have to be honest, I would have done the exact same thing as Gary and Adam because that means any losses will be assigned to Misha and Phillip.  People like Misha/Phillip take this risk because if things go well, their profit returns can be huge.  That’s how Warren Buffet did it.

Reminder, if expenses run higher than sales, the losses get assigned to Misha and Phillip, not to Gary and Adam. Creation Stands dissolved two years later.  You do the profit and loss math and while you’re at it, throw in hollywood accounting too.

If I was Misha’s manager I would have told him not to try to double dip in the same place you work, but if he was hell bent on going through with it because of greed or desperation for financial security, then I would try to convince him not to agree to limited-general partnership and instead do the standard proportional equity investment.  If you’re young or inexperienced, it’s better to own a small chunk of a large business than a large chunk of a small business.

3. Used Stands to raise Misha’s profile and focused on getting new clients (which is expensive) and failed to nurture and build relationships with existing clients, the BiBro fans that makes up the majority of the SPN fandom.  This end up costing Misha money in overstocked, unsold Cas merchs.  Now, the jury is out if this was Misha or CW’s idea.  Why would CW do this if it was their idea?  Let’s look at the bad idea timeline:

November 2015: Creation Entertainment announce that they’ve established Creation Stands.  Why now?   I’ll give you 3 seconds to tell me what happened in 2015 that got them salivating over selling shirts.  3……..2……1………

March 2015: Jared’s AKF campaign is a runaway success.  When Jared refused to allow CW to monetize AKF, CW then began working on a copy, YANA.  

October 2015: Creation used Misha/Jensen picture with the AKF tagline to advertise Chicago Con, making them look like headliners.  3 days later, Creation was forced to take down the picture due to fandom outrage and replace with with Jared/Jensen.  

November 2015: Creation announced it has established Creation Stands to sell SPN merchs even though the offered products skewed more towards Castiel merchs. 

February 2016: YANA was launched with endgoal to go multi-fandom.  The shirts were conveniently sold only through Creation Stands.  Uh-huh, just a coincidence that Creation Stands was created 3 months earlier.

 YANA didn’t reach profit margin expectation but CT and CW can keep most of the net profit because they were limited partners and any loss due to higher overhead expense *cough*hollywood accounting*cough*  was passed to Misha and Phillip. 

May 2017: Before Creation Entertainment partnership with Stands dissolved , Misha registered a new LLC, Flash Merchs, still publicly calling it “Stands” in order to migrate loyal customers over to the new LLC.  People don’t create new LLCs because the business partnership was great, often it’s a way to get rid of money-draining partners.  

Personally I think CW knew a Jared-less Misha/YANA venture would probably not be profitable, but if it worked then they can build upon it and turn it into a long term profit maker, but if it failed then CT/CW wouldn’t be the one absorbing the financial loss, that would be on Misha instead.  

4. Web series that lasted all of one episode.

July 2015, Misha debut his TSA pilot web series at the DC convention.  Once again look at the timing: four months after AFK and four months before Creation Stands.

So what happened to the web series?  Web series are not expensive, on average they cost $10,000 for one season for 10 episodes.  You’re telling me that Misha didn’t have $10K to finish the rest of the season?  Misha produced the first and only TSA episode in 2013 when he was re-hired back to SPN as a regular.  After taxes, household and living expenses, and manager fees, agent fees, and lawyer fees, Misha should ideally have at least $75K leftover to play with, not including his convention salaries, enough to finish the first season of TSA: Orange Alert.  He also allegedly had investors so he may not even have to use his own resources. Unless the web series cost way more than 10K because of bad budgeting and management.

Web series creators don’t expect to make money from subscribers or YouTube Ad revenues, they’re lucky if they break even but they keep making contents in hope that a larger, traditional distributor will pick their work and develop it into a full TV show or feature.  For example, Issa Raie’s Misadventures of Awkward Black Girl ran on YouTube from 2011 until 2015 when HBO brought Rae aboard for a spin-off show.  When companies and networks pick up a web series, they are buying the creator’s fanbase.  

Starting a business isn’t about chasing the latest shiny thing; it’s about picking a dream and staying with it even when times get tough.  TSA was supposed to be a series, one episode is not a series.  YANA sputtering out in the SPN fandom is not “making it multi fandom network”.  Claiming to create a crisis network “from the ground up” but need Jared to execute it with TWLOHA’s help and another round of AKF campaign is not building something up from scratch.  Is Misha dropping projects because it’s too hard or it didn’t yield immediate desired results?  Some people are more enamored with the fantasy of entrepreneurship than with actually running a small business.  Starting a business is fun but running it and doing the basic business “blocking and tackling” every single day is what makes it successful, not the “great idea”. Much in the way that planning a wedding is fun, but it’s not a good precursor to a successful marriage, working on it every day is what makes it work. 

[avocadomin-remade]

usps may return it back to the address it was sent from if they cannot find yours - 🥝

i hope so </3

[jestbee]

you already know what the fuck is going on; talk to me about after all these years!!!!!!!

After All These Years started as a prompt from @i-am-my-opheliac who asked for something in the If It Happen Now series - This is where I write fics where they get together later on/now as opposed to in 09. 

It was supposed to be a one-shot like all those are, but of course as happens all too often, it got out of hand. 

I was also writing another fic at the same time where I wanted to essentially do a getting together slow burn but didn’t really know where it was going. That fic started with what is now Chapter 11 of AATY, with Phil’s family being like “we always thought you’d get together eventually”. 

Except, I realised that I was actually only writing one fic, not two. So I combined them. 

Then I did the outline, and as I shared it for IAW, I’ll share it for this one too (or at least a bit of if so no spoilers):

This is how I outline, I do it in another doc most of the time (or on the bottom of the one I’m writing in) and I strike it out as I’ve done it. Sometimes I’ll do it all in the same doc, and make what isn’t written yet a different colour and deleted as i go, but it depends on the structure of the fic and how I’m feeling at the time. AATY was a separate doc.

I planned it all JUST as tour was finishing, and they kept doing things to mess up my timeline, so in the end I was just like fuck it,this all happens in an AU AU where none of those things happened. (hence why I don’t mention dapg dying, because in my au I can do what I want)

Anyway I love this fic, it’s just fluffy and happy and nothing hurts (okay, maybe a little bit hurts) and we only have about 4 or 5 chapters to go. 

Maybe it’s a bit of a ridiculous premise, and god knows it’s not the best written bedsharing fic out there, but it’s mine and I love it.