“take anything,” I say, then watch in horror as they reach towards my notes folder of every fanfiction I’ve ever read or seen recommended, that took me three days to type up and organise into different categories
“I said take anything,” I whisper, with tears in my eyes. “not everything…</3”
For your reading pleasure: an iNaturalist forum thread about how dandelion taxonomy is so fucked up that no researcher wants to even touch it
Cabeswater
scrolling through ao3, once again realising the one fic I want to read is the one I have to write.
hey alexa, how to refrain from accidentally trauma dumping and consequently being perceived by others?
follow up question, if I DO do that, how to stop yourself from fleeing the country out of embarrassment?
FINAL follow up question, how do I make sure that the story i trauma dumped with actually happened because what if now I said it out loud it becomes not true?
wolfstaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrr
Somehow I always end up with drawing them staring at each other (Aaron is the person sitting between them, suffering as always - bro needs to get paid for going through this daily)