#iaw ask

[indiaalphawhiskey]

Can I ask you what makes you think harry and Louis are still together? I haven’t been in the fandom for years, I really don’t know what’s going on with any of the boys.

I’m going to take this question in good faith, but I’m going to close the discussion after I answer it because I’m really not in the business of convincing people about Larry and I don’t want to go back and forth. I’m also not a discourse blog, and don’t want to engage in discourse any further than this.

Honestly, I don’t think my answer is what you’re looking for, but again, I’m not here to convince anyone.

The plain answer is: I think Larry are together because I believe in long-term love. I know for a lot of you, that’s not a satisfactory answer, because it’s not rooted in consistent physical proof, but it’s a realistic answer, and in my case, it’s the truth.

I’m at the age now where my friends have been married for about three to five years on average, and I’m starting to see firsthand the way love evolves with lifetime commitment. It does evolve. It becomes quieter - not something you constantly post on social media or talk about at every girls’ night. It’s less focused on romance - your energy goes into building your life together, instead of basking in the valentine of it all. It comes with challenges and compromises - navigating extended families, aging parents and siblings, careers, dreams and goals that are constantly changing. And that makes you busy.

Too busy to fly back and forth, to spend every single holiday together, to share clothes and jewelry, to constantly signal, because instead, your energy goes into making sure you two are on the same page. Long term love - lifetime love - is not about other people and it’s not about what it looks like on the outside.

So, does it bother me that we hardly have any solid receipts? No. I think their love has evolved with their age and with their level of commitment, just like my own friends and their marriages. I think it’s imperfect, I think it has challenges, I think their relationship looks a lot different to them internally than it did in 2011 and so it makes sense to me that it looks different externally, also. If you add the fact that they’re both closeted public figures to that mix you have like seven other layers of complexity onto an already complex relationship.

I know it’s not tidy. I know it’s not a straightforward answer like the Umbro shirt or the complementary tattoos or Sweet Creature. I know it’s not the kind of proof we’d gotten used to depending on. But when you have very real examples in your life of people who love each other enough to say “it’s us forever, no matter what anyone says or how unconventional our relationship has to be to make it work”, it’s really easy to believe and to have faith, physical proof or no physical proof.

In the end, they really are just two humans who fell in love, so their relationship has its ebbs and flows like any other.

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"EXTRA COST IS TWO CENTS A FOOT," Kingston Daily Standard. June 6, 1913. Page 2. ---- F. H. Mather's Report on Princess St. Paving. ---- Work Under Street Railway Tracks Will be Trifling No By-Laws For Paving. ---- The extra cost to the city of Kingston for the paving of Princess street, owing to the extra concrete work necessitated by the street railway, is about two cents a foot.

At the meeting of the Board of Works, hold yesterday afternoon, the committee were informed on a communication from Mr. T. H. Mather, made a detailed statement in his communication, showing the exact amount of concrete required in the work, the amount necessitated by the street railway, and the amount misplaced by the railway ties; also the amount of surfacing displaced by the rails. By figuring out the total amount of work required, by the existence of the street railway and then deducting the amount displaced by the street railway, tracks and ties, Mr. Mather comes to the conclusion that the difference in cost is approximately two cents a foot.

The City Engineer was asked if he had gone over these figures, but he said that he had not, though he presumed that they were correct. There have been some aldermen who have contended, despite the advice of the City Solicitor, to the contrary, that owing to the cost of the extra amount of concrete required to support the tracks, the matter should be submitted to the people. It had been estimated that the extra cost would be in the neighborhood of $3,000, but according to Mr. Mather's figures, the cost will be considerably under 81,000, in fact will not cost any more than the expense of submitting a by-Iaw.

The City Solicitor advised in regard to the cost of the paving of Princess street, that it could be assessed as a local improvement taken out of the general funds.

RAILWAY COMMISSIONER'S REPORT. The report of the proceeding at the session of the Board of Railway Commissioners at Belleville, recently, at which application for a switch was made by the Forwarders, Ltd., showed that the chairman of the Board had suggested that the city and the street railway get together in regard to providing accommodation on the street railway tracks from the C.N.R. station. The matter was brought up in connection with the petition from the Locomotive Co., Forwarders', Ltd., Foundry, and Shipbuilding Co., asking that a spur be ran from Queen street along Ontario street. The matter is being held in albeyance until the next meeting.

The petition of Geo. B. Bawden for a walk, on Victoria street, was granted.

HOSE TO CITY DUMP. A communication was received from the Fire and Light committee asking that a line of pipe and a hose be aid at the city dump. The request was granted. A line of hose would make the services of the firemen unnecessary.

COUPER STREET EXTENSION. A petition was received asking for the extension of Couper street. To do this the city will be required to purchase a house, the price being $2,600. Ald. Graham stated that he had offered this lot a few years ago for $200. Now the city will pay $2,600. An offer will be made of $1,100 for the building if the city buys the property. The matter was held over.

A communication was received from. Mrs. Frances Bidwell on behalf of the Creche fund, asking permission to fence in the property at the triangle of Barrie, York and Ordnance streets, which was purchased as a creche. A committee composed of the Chairman, Ald. Peters, and the City Engineer were appointed to look into the matter.

ACTION FOR DAMAGES. A communication was received informing the city that action was being taken against the corporation on behalf of Mrs. Emma Button, for damages sustained by falling, as asphalt, it is alleged, of a defective side walk at the corner of Barrie and Raglan Rd. The matter was referred to the City Solicitor.

The Kingston Realities will not entertain the offer of the city to supply water and drainage and open up a road, provided the Realities grant the city a portion of their property for the extension of Patrick stroet. This was the consensus of a communication received, which was fyled.

NO BY-LAWS FOR PAVEMENT. That the city has paid for the work for last year's pavement without any authority was the discovery made yesterday. There was not even a construction by-law passed in connection with the work done. The money has been paid out but there was no authority for it. When asked concerning the matter the City Engineer stated that he had no knowledge of it.

The information was brought out when a bill for $3,000 from the Asphalt Block Co, was passed. The Auditor certified to the correctness of the amount. The money had been paid out on the strength of this, and the committee should do nothing. The Auditor will be asked to ex plain the matter before Council. Those present were: Ald. Fair, chairman, Bennett, Couper, Graham, O'Connor, Peters and White.

[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 ✨

[risenwraith]

#123 Aaiiee people!

Staying at sister in Iaw's place is very open house in comparison to the little flat we had.

I walked into the kitchen to see a purple hooded person raiding the freezer. They were maybe(?) a relation and I have no idea why they were in the kitchen and was afraid to ask - they don't live here. Then there was a tall male relation whose name I forget but who walks in whenever. There have been two other friends/people who turn up as and when and walk right in.

Then again, I'm a bald eyebrow-less goblin wearing a saffron coloured shift. (I was gifted it unexpectedly and I have limited clean clothes right now. It does make me look like a tragic white girl who's taken Buddhism a bit too seriously, but what can you do?).

I had a long conversation with T (someone who I think is an actual housemate) who if I understand correctly, spent ages trying to explain WWI Spiritualism to me, and the basic concept of 'as above so below' - which is quantum or magic or both - and also zen archery. All of which I am too painfully aware of, often overly aware of, and vaguely aware of (and wish I knew more of) - in that order.

Then he told me I shouldn't have chemotherapy because doctors are bad evil liars, chemotherapy is poison, and if I just ate more broccoli, that would totally cure cancer.

I was very polite and not sarcastic or scathing or mean at all. But I really wanted to be. Because... Seriously?

Oh yes dear boy, I am letting doctors poison me because I didn't know about the miracle of açai berries and kale oh alas alack fie and for shame, oh foolish me, if only I had drunk more green tea I never would have lost a tit nor ever had the need of this terrible medical poison!

FUUUUCCCKKKK!!!

Look hippy boy, do not @ me. Your last hospital stay was in the '70s for a broken limb, and because someone turfed you out of a bed early, you think every doctor is a bastard and every nurse a bitch. Also you think the old guy you once saw in '74 who didn't know who or where he was immediately after coming out of emergency heart surgery would have been... what? Better off just being dead? Yeah - how dare doctors try and succeed in saving him and he be groggy from not dying. FFS.

I have news for you. 50 bloody years have passed. That's a lifetime. Why do you insist on thinking things are the same a generation ago? Or that one arsehole doctor who didn't care enough about your fracture is the same as every single doctor treating everything in the world ever?

I have to listen-not-listen. By which I mean try to actively not listen to a conversation I can totally hear and don't want to hear at all. (And if I had headphones so I could listen to anything else it would be easier, but like an idiot I did not pack my headphones.)

You think I want this? You think if eating more salad would have saved me I wouldn't already be doing that shit?! You think I don't eat green stuff? Bitch, I hate fast food, I love vegetables, hate grease, meat's okay, sugar's so-so, bread and rice are the best, and I know how to cook a very fine five course dinner party, thank you.

My point is... I'm not having surgery and poison through basic nutritional and culinary ignorance or for fun - I'm having it so I won't die.

Kale and broccoli will not save me you arrogant arse. You do not hold the secrets of the universe. Your salad and berry tea cannot fix cancer. But the hospital can, and is even now, yes, via poison.

We poison the evil cells, and the rest of the body survives - because the body is nails AF - what is so hard to understand about that?

Sorry, I keep trying not to be cross, but every time I think about the conversation it pisses me off something chronic.

[aernx]

good morning<33 I JUST REALIZED I HAVENT INTRODUCED MYSELF YET i just when into ur ask like "hey can i be added to iaw pls" WITHOUT INTRODUCING sorry for my rude behaviour i am ANGEL‼️😝 yes thats my name well- fake name bit i also go by Iseul 😍🫶 feel free to call me anything u want (perhaps u can call me mine 😁) #/rizz so good

morning baee (it’s evening alr tho) OMG AHAHA IT’S OKAY BBG !! your names r so pretty darling but i’ll call you angel js bc you look like one 😌😌 btwww js fyi i decided to discontinue iaw 😔

[caregiver-twylas-daycare]

no more sad!! ony happyyyy 'cause my bestbest frien iss lokin after me <333 i love him sososo much he makes me so happyyy

abababbabababaaba r4t5 eeee

Iawe I'm glad you are super happy, Phil! I saw your other ask saying you forgot to sign off! So much excitement!

[lisatelramor]

Yearly Word Count: 120684

Well. This year’s writing was kind of awful word count wise. I’m amazed at how much was posted compared to total word count. Usually I have twice as much written as posted, but it feels pretty even this time around. I moved this year, which definitely impacted writing, but in general I’ve not felt like writing as much as I used to, which has led to far shorter daily word counts. I averaged about 330/day, where I’m usually closer to 500, but so it goes. Maybe next year will be better. Here’s to a new year. If anyone is interested in snippets from things I haven’t published, send me an ask and I’ll put a few sentences up for you. :) Happy New Year, guys!

Jan - 11083 Crossing Borders - 5843 On Account of the Bathtub Curse - 4005 Magic Kaito Role Reversal - 1235

Feb - 12089 CB - 2470 ? - 325 OAotBC - 5646 Magic Kaito ABO - 3384 DNAngel Gender Bender - 264

Mar - 11521 OAotBC - 4935 MK ABO - 724 CB - 3419 Magic Kaito Role reversal - 815 Glimpse - 1628

Apr - 9742 CB - 6144 MK ABO - 205 MK RR - 3393

May - 9766 CB- 2677 Hei-Haku porn - 809 DNA GB - 1037 In Another World - 5076 MK RR- 167

Jun - 9726 CB - 8102 IAW - 1624

Jul - 7888 CB - 5687 IAW - 1521 DNA GB - 264 H-H P - 324 MK ABO - 92

Aug - 8577 CB - 4949 IAW - 520 MK RR - 2163 H-H P - 151 DNA GB - 794

Sep - 15821 CB - 816 IAW - 1884 MK RR - 645 Fitting a Role - 1238  More like a Nightmare - 1480 Last Confessions - 5250 For Want of Wings - 1174 Did You Really - 2133 Selkie Story - 297 Erin/Ayrien backstory - 904

Oct - 9019 IAW - 1345 CB - 2099 Selkie - 1231 MK RR - 3962 Erin - 167 Poem - 57 MK ABO - 158

Nov - 8139 Selkie - 4105 Killer Kai fantasy verse - 4034

Dec - 7313 Selkie - 1107 MK RR - 1965 KK FV - 1781 MDZS humor ficlet - 1359 DNAngel whump - 530 Magic Kaito whump - 571

[avocadomin-remade]

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

[actualbabe]

when will new lawyer au stuff come up? i'm DEPRIVED and in love with this fic

hey anon! i’m currently finishing up my last paper of the semester- and after that i’ll be free to work on fic over the summer! but here’s a sneak peek to tide you over:

The line at the courthouse coffee stand is obscenely long given how shitty the coffee is, but Nick was up all night preparing for this testimony, and he’d drink dirty dish water if it had enough caffeine in it. He stands in line and mulls on the latest pumpkin-flavored monstrosity and how kids today can’t just drink coffee black and simple, the way it was made to be consumed, when someone taps him on the shoulder. Nick turns around, tired, confused, and ready to yell at the poor son of a bitch who thought it was a good idea to pick a fight with him at 6am.

“Hey, pal, the line ain’t moving, so you can calm-” Nick starts before recognizing the man in a mustard yellow suit standing behind him. “Tran!”

Tran smiles his signature closed-mouth grin and gives Nick a little nod.

“Come here, man.” Nick opens up his arms and pulls the older man into a hug, slapping him on the shoulder.

Nick first met Tran when he was still in law school. It was the summer after his 1L, back when he was still starry-eyed and optimistic about the legal profession and thought he could change the world by going into employment or environmental law. He got a legal internship at Tran’s firm, just doing basic paper pushing, but the experience was one that he would never forget. Tran was a man of few words, and exactly the kind of lawyer Nick had wanted to be. His clients were the underdogs, the people who had been wronged by big corporations and deserved help. Nick would’ve been content spending most of his time making copies and going on coffee runs, but Tran had gone out of his way to involve Nick in the firm. Tran had become his advisor and best friend, and for the first time Nick thought he might actually enjoy being a lawyer.

But after Nick went back to school he fell out of contact with Tran. Nick’s never been very good about staying connected to people he doesn’t see regularly. Caroline started to push him to start thinking more critically about his future, pulling out statistics like the employment rate and median earnings of employment lawyers while making passive-aggressive comments about just how expensive law school was. Nick started to look around at his classmates, stuffy-headed fancy boys who wanted to go into corporate law and make millions. He lost touch with the reason he went to law school in the first place, and it wasn’t long before he hated everything about who he was becoming.

Then Caroline got pregnant, and the rest is history. Nick applied to a few firms where he could specialize in the kind of legal work he was actually interested in, but they paid pennies in comparison to what the bigger and more prestigious firms like Meriwether and Associates offered. The choice was clear, and with Caroline and Abbi depending on him, he had to follow the money.

[indiaalphawhiskey]

Oh India, reading your tags for the latest post about Louis´ sexuality -

I think of everyone Louis was the most comfortable with himself the earliest and that confidence is a big part of why *Harry* is the way he is having someone like Louis love and accept you for everything you are so early in life would change anyone and make them confident

Preach!!! I mean I´m not here for that long but I immediately understood that it was Louis, Louis and only Louis who made Harry the way he is now and the way he represent himself, the way he´s comfortable with himself and having confidence to bring some of his most bold and extravagant looks. Because Louis always encouraged him to do it. From encouraging him to paint his nails, to wear a dress if he wants to or that he would look nice even with shaved hair. It just makes me mad that noone *couch couch harries couch couch* knows it by now. He´s the most supportive boyfriend everyone would wish to have tbh.

Honestly, I believe this down to my bones.

As someone who has battled insecurity her whole life, and has Louises in her life, I’m so acutely aware of how that one friend can change your outlook on yourself so completely just by showing up for you and really being like “I love you for everything you are. You can be as weird as you like.”

And that’s platonic love. I cannot imagine the power of having that in a romantic partner and at sixteen no less. That’s the kind of love that makes you invincible, especially if you’re naturally offbeat (which Harry clearly has always been, bless his goober heart). It could have easily gone the other way without that kind of unconditional support and love — really, really easily too, considering management and the pressure Harry was under as a “heartthrob”.

I think what’s especially amazing is Louis was saying things like “just do the whole nail, for God’s sake!” in the early 2010’s, when there was almost zero mainstream conversation about gender expression, and people were still saying shit like “no homo”. And he was saying that at eighteen or nineteen — usually an extremely impressionable age to perform traditional masculinity particularly when surrounded by boys and constantly under public scrutiny.

Thinking about it with that level of nuance and hindsight, you can clearly see that Louis’ confidence and encouragement and love was absolutely extraordinary and waaaaaaaay more mature for, not only his age group, but the time.

In conclusion, Louis is just fucking wonderful, thanks.

Related to this.

[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]

your recent my pace hyunjin set is sooo pretty and he’s so cute ;;;; can I ask what video it is from?

aweee thanku so much!! 🥺🖤 and yes he's the cutest fr fr 🥺 it's from this !! ep1 of skz talker 🥺💖 technically like the first episode during iaw era but yeah 🥰💖

[aernx]

i just got back from karate class and ive been BLESSED by iaw (its a wrap) also.. immediately when i got home my mom asked to cleaned the floor for like the THIRD TIME today 😭 and im like "mommy its excessive and unnecessary CLEANING THE FLOOR FOR THREE TIMES?? are u a germaphobe?" while chewing my gum like a mean girl ☝️

slayy w the gum LMAOO but fr my mom likes to do that too sometimes 😭😭😭

[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. 

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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.