Hi there! So, I hope this is okay, but I just wanted to say that I just read your "Next Day Gone" fic (recommended to me by my friend who also loves it a lot!) and I really, really loved it (seriously, I'm having withdrawals after reading it all today) and I was just wondering if you're planning on continuing it? I know it's a while since it was posted, so I understand if you're not going to, but I thought I'd just send this anyway! Have a good day! /sergeantskip (which is a sideblog bleh)
As I SUSPECTED tumblr mobile didn’t publish my reply so here we go:
Sorry this is going to be brief because I’m on my phone, but YES it will be! I need to finish my BoB Big Bang and then will go back to that fic ‘verse. The Runner/Chuckler story that follows immediately after is already mostly written. Once I’m back home on Tuesday and reunited with my laptop I’ll post you a snippet. Thanks so much for your ask!
Except now that I’m home, I’m so going to post that snippet for you!
acckerman replied to your post “HBO War fandom, help !”
Idk if you're still looking for it, but the whole show is on Youtube. Without subtitles though, but the episodes are all there if you search for them :)
Hey! Thanks! I’m still looking fo the eps. I found some of them on youtube, but not all in plain English. There’s versions with russian voiceovers floating around and I keep finding them but not plain English audio. I’m going to have to look some more. Thanks! :D
acckerman ha risposto al tuo post “is there anybody who’s used china post to get wigs from wig supplier?...”
When I got my Noya cosplay, I remember ordering the costume itself from China and I think it took about two weeks for it to arrive in Sweden? I'm not sure if it's the same for wigs, but I guess it could be worth a shot? Otherwise, I got my wig from England somewhere, and that took like a week or so.
i’m laughing because i’m doing the exact same cosplay wth but my costume took over three months to get here which is why i’m trying to decide whether if to risk it or spend way more than i own just to be on the safe side of things. but thanks for the reply, i’ll think about it carefully also because shipments are suspended until the 6th because of festivities so want it or not i have time to mull it over
ahh i love steak!! my dad makes really good steak and they’re so good omg.
77. what kind of person are you?
i really wanna say that i’m a nice person who is super friendly. but...also i can be super paranoid and that leaves me to be kinda rude and i jump to conclusions a lot. i try to be nice and understanding and positive, but ahh sometimes i kinda fail at that oops.
95. how do you look right now?
okay, i think! i’ve got on my red vs blue shirt, i brushed my hair (for once), and i’m wearing lipstick!!
Aight, so this is sergeantskip (but I'm in sideblog hell so like yo), for the ask game thing because it sounds like fun! My face tag is Roe's shitty face, which is on my things/nav page on sergeantskip (because goddamn I have annoying tags I'm so sorry). I'm an ISFJ and Gemini, and I'd probably say I'd prefer being shipped with a guy in BoB, even though I don't really mind all that much! :) Thank you!
AHUAWDIUWSEGYEFDAH im an isfj finally one of my kind. (i think I thought I was an infj earlier I think I said I was but I’m actually an isfj. I took the real deal exam and everything as part of a career counselling session lmfao)
The Character I See You As: Donald Malarkey! I feel like I’ve given a lot of people Malarkey but that’s ok because I love Malark more than I love MYSELF. I sincerely believe that he’s very close to what an isfj is. He gets along with everyone, but also can separate himself and seem a little lonesome and weary (probably spreads himself a little thin), but never complains or snips at anyone. Malarkey has the patience of a saint with other people (except people who he’s really close to that he can get away with getting mad at), a natural leader because he’s well-liked and always wants what’s best, but at the same time super jovial? Half the time he’s the kid friend that needs to be LOOKED OUT FOr and then the other half of the time it’s like mom friend ready 2 go.
Your Three Best Friends: Skip Muck, Carwood Lipton, Joe Liebgott
The One You Don’t Get Along With: Is there?? First of all I can’t think of anyone that Malarkey didn’t get along with unless it was completely justified (Sobel, Dike, etc). So maybe no one? Maybe you’re just that wonderfully adaptable and social, ay? When I look at the bob boys anyway, I don’t see any one person that you wouldn’t get along with (and I can relate, I think us isfj’s are remarkably socially adaptable) unless it was really justified tho.
Who I Ship You With: Bill Guarnere. Someone who you can joke around with, someone who will totally not be afraid to stand up for you (and stand up for a million other things and you’ll probably need to tell him to “SIT DOWN” every once in awhile, after all you have to mom someone when it’s necessary), and someone who can also look after you, because Bill is a total dad ok. Listen. Have you seen replacements? The way he was talking to them? He loves the kiddos ok. He’s a total softie, don’t let anyone tell you different. He talks a lot of smack but he’s a TOTAL SOFTIE.
Well. There was a reason you didn’t drink a lot back home.
Your head felt heavy, like a string with a five pound weight attached to it was hanging off of the back of your neck. The beer you gripped in your hand was only there after you had had two glasses of wine, a few shots of whiskey (which burned like hell), and whatever else you could find. Or, in other words, you’d already had enough alcohol to convince you that having a few more beers wouldn’t kill you. Besides, drinking made you appear to fit in a little more in front of the guys, all of whom were just a little suspicious of your presence. You had, though, managed to keep up in most of the Toccoa training.
You laughed. You joked. You, Skip, Malarkey, and Tab had had a drinking contest. Of course you failed miserably and somehow Skip pulled out all the stops, but it didn’t matter. You were drunk and finally having “fun”, free from your anxieties and free from Sobel’s watchful eye. It didn’t cross your mind that there would ever be having too much until your stomach started churning and you thought you might throw up. That was on hour three.
“H-hold on guys. I gotta-” You burp.
“Jesus, don’t throw up! Not on me!” Malarkey swats you away with his hand and sends you sputtering outside, where you put your hand on the side of the building to steady yourself. Somewhere inside, George Luz is singing in Sobel’s voice. There’s riotous laughter. You groan and look up toward the hills. It looks like it’s out of a Van Gogh painting–swimming and moving and sickening you more. Your whole shoulder is up against the wall now and you swear you’re going to throw up. ‘Oh god, this is why I don’t drink so much so fast. Stupid.’
“Well, Christ, Y/N, you look like hell,” Guarnere says after appearing in the doorway, a satisfied smile played across his lips. He’s one of the boys that you can’t tell whether he likes you or not. Sure he jokes with you, but sure he also gives you hell for your controversy. “I shouldn’ta let those guys give you more drinks. I knew you’s was out after those shots you took,” Bill finally says after you don’t reply, his voice softening a little.
“Hey, now,” you grumble, promising yourself that you will go ahead and die if you vomit in front of Bill Guarnere. “I can make my own decisions.”
“I ain’t sayin’ that because you’re a woman, for god’s sake,” he exclaims, laughter bubbling deep from within his chest. “George Luz can’t handle it either. Neither can Joe Toye, but he’ll promise he can. All’s I’m sayin is I’m just tryna look out for ya, okay?” He steps closer, putting a firm hand on your shoulder. You place your forehead against the wall of the bar, steady yourself, and then stand up straight after a moment. You had to steel yourself, give yourself a little pep talk, but you managed to keep the drinks down for the moment.
“How about I get you some water?” He gives your shoulder a little rub and you chuckle. You hadn’t really noticed it before, but he was completely sober. It made you wonder why–you would have thought he was a drinking man.
“Yes please, god, and maybe something to eat.” Granted, you aren’t sure you could keep either of that down. But you do know that you’re thankful as hell for Bill Guarnere.
