In which I question your life choices

It's been hours now, fandom.

Where is the yoga fic?

Where is Bradley being a shit and disturbing Colin's ~peace and tranquility~ by offering a play-by-play commentary (in his best Bowie-in-Labyrinth voice, naturally) on each yoga position, helpfully renaming them to things like 'reverse dog's breakfast' and 'eagle with hemorrhoids'?

And then porn happens.

Honestly, your priorities baffle me, guys.