Like 95% sure that i am not new friend's type which is good bc i cannot immediately crash a friendship with a crush rn i think that would kneecap my social attempts
Okay. I was on my beloved AO3 and I saw something that made me do a double take. So, now I really want to know…
What is your AO3 user ID?
I’m an OG user 5 digits or less
Six figures baby!
I’m in the millions…
Remaining time: 3 days 18 hours
I’m so curious to see how long people have been on AO3! I know some people have been on there since beta/invite only, but I would love to see what the number is on tumblr!
feeling guilty over not working on your fic is so silly if you think about like why are you stressing over the hobby you do in your free time for fun lol wip not whip
Had a dream where i tried to contact my ex by redownloading snapchat and it ended up being a virus that totally bricked my phone. Woke up crying and tachycardic and tingly all over
- having new/good friends is making me reflect on literally how much of myself i invested in prior acquaintences just to get fuckall back. Im SO fucking glad i cut them off, holy shit.
- ^Part of it i think is i'm so starved for irl queer interaction i was willing to put up with almost anything for community. And now i have healthy community. Like wow. Big amaze.
- Doing things alone has been fun. time passes anyway. I'd rather have the memory than the regret. Plus thats how you stumble into new circles+friends^-^
- I'm hopeful to find a partner before 2026 is out. Some of the new friends check boxes for me, but i have found i need to/should be fully friends with someone prior to romantic pursuits.
- thought about it... im definitely monogamous. A couple of new friends are poly and while they are v fun to hang out with, its just not for me romantically
- The Voids have been extra zoomy/cuddly lately and i think the severe thunderstorms+me going out has something to do with it
Characters who choose death but are forced to live, my beloveds.
Characters who have to come to terms with a second chance at life they never asked for, my darlings.
Characters who move forward on the trembling legs of a newborn fawn through the overwhelming, blinding crush of an existence they fully forsook but which was thrust back upon their unwilling beings, my obsessions.
