May 30, 2025
when you go through your bookmarks on ao3 and one of the entries goes "This work has been deleted. Sorry!" it's like an angel died.
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when you go through your bookmarks on ao3 and one of the entries goes "This work has been deleted. Sorry!" it's like an angel died.
“i thought i had an eating disorder in high school but i was just a picky eater!” BABY YOU ARE AUTISTIC AND YOU HAVE ARFID
Hurting my own feelings with this new Adrian one shot idea 😭
It’s with a fem!reader and they’re married and have a daughter (girl dad Adrian my beloved) and suddenly Adrian’s dad wants to be back in his life and all the complicated mess that comes with that.
Because let’s face it any kid Adrian has is going to be a weird and he’s going to love it! He’s going to take to being a dad like a fish to water, but then that also comes with the feeling of “well why wasn’t my dad able to do this for me?”
Anyway I was making myself emotional at work writing this one so I wanted to share 😭
(Also I might try talking more on here and sharing WIPs and ideas!! I really want to engage with yall more than just posting!)
“the fuck are you lookin at huh? 👉don’t fuckin stare at me” “mrrrow😿” “leave my cat alone🙄🥃” “👉 dont fuckin stare at me”
I realized I never really had the language for my dysphoria as a child. My sister last night sent me a song from our childhood and immediately it put me right back to being 12, in a shower imagining I was the man singing the song. Imagining that's who I was and I felt such a deep longing that I couldn't even express. I never had the language to talk about my gender or my sadness as a child. I barely understood what that longing was. But it only took me a week of having that language at 17 to KNOW that was me. It was so easy to see me. But no one else did. That was probably the hardest part.
hey so I think a married man is hitting on me????? or I'm just stupid????
so. I work at the same company as my partner of 12 years. the married man in question used to be my partner’s boss. we all know each other well.
recently the married man in question set up a t-shirt brand and he's reached out to me to model the t-shirts.
like yes okay. fine with that. listen, its gonna sound like a flex and I s2g it’s not, but I’ve been scouted by like 6 different agencies, its not an abnormal thing to be asked to do this when you're 5’10. so that didn't raise any red flags initially.
except now he's like. “can you go braless? can you wear tiny shorts? can I come take the photos now or do you need your partner here?”
and today me and my partner were on the train with him as we bumped into each other and he didn't bring any of this up in front of my partner but text me once we got off the train????
but he is MARRIED with CHILDREN
and I'm like. am I reading this wrong. what if he's just passionate about t-shirts and I'm the one being weird?? but I'm not right????
also my partner REALLY likes him and I don't want to be like: this man is flirting with me if he's not!!!!!!!
I dont really believe that doing things that are "good" for your brain and body always make you feel good afterwards. sometimes a workout makes me feel embarrassed or weak, sometimes journaling makes me spiral or feel frustrated and hopeless, etc
That being said, I colored after work yesterday and I do think it fixed me
my ita bag for starphony 😚