Absolutely A Sucker For The ARE YOU HURT Once Over. The Wandering Hands, Frantically Checking For Blood

Absolutely a sucker for the “ARE YOU HURT” once over. The wandering hands, frantically checking for blood or pain just SOMETHING. ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED of what they might find while searching. The panicked look on the face of the person doing the checking, the glossy, confused “I’m fine” from the person being checked. HOO BOY just inject that shit right into my veins

I feel this in my soul

I'm having an identity crisis so I need to know, to you, do I give off tall person vibes or short person vibes?

And explain

I’m aroace but since that has next to no representation I didn’t realize that until about 2 years ago. But there are so many things that should have tipped me off

- my drama teacher asked me if I would be comfortable playing a character with a romance heavy role

- A friend after hearing I played a flirtatious character said they couldn’t see me in that role

- I TALKED MYSELF out of crushes I had in the past. Just “oh, a crush isn’t like what the media makes it out to be. Crushes are just me wanting to get to know that person better as a friend”

- Completely uninterested by talks about crushes leading to me feeling isolated from my friends

- Never imagining myself in a relationship. If you asked me what I wanted to do with my “crush” at the time, I wouldn’t be able to answer

- Not understanding or having celebrity crushes (I still don’t)

- Liking a character from a book series a LOT and realizing that any other person in my position would like this character more and differently than I did

gay shit ive done that i thought was 100% straight before i realized: a biography

tried to explain to my straight friends that girls are just objectively more attractive than guys. like objectively.

and being convinced that they were lying to me when they disagreed and said they were attracted to men

didn’t understand why breakups were such a big deal. “if he doesn’t give you enough attention just leave him.” “well at least now you have more time for yourself!” “well you still have me :)”

avoided watching lingerie or swimsuit commercials and had my eyes glued to the floor in locker rooms because obviously i’m not gay. like look at how not gay i am

“yeah sometimes i want people to look at me and wonder wtf i am”

got happy chemicals when people thought i was with my female friend

thought that bi girls and lesbians were the coolest fuckin people ever

female characters who didn’t want a relationship with a man and had their own independent storylines were my favorites

stopped watching shows if the characters randomly got paired up in het relationships

got super excited “for no reason” whenever i read a book with gay rep

“i want to look goth and lethal and have a sword but i also want to be a fairy and look like the embodiment of a claire’s store”

“i wish i was a boy because girls are so pretty and i don’t want to have to be with a boy”

never wanted to get married or have kids

felt super uncomfortable whenever a man would show any interest in me

“obviously ⏳ is more attractive than🚪”

but all sizes and shapes of girls are cute

sweaters, flannels, boots and beanies are not seasonal, they are year-long clothing items for all weather. even if it’s 108 degrees and humid

handpicked boys to have a crush on

“these are the men i’m attracted to” (insert queer-coded fictional character with feminine characteristics)

“who do you have a crush on?” “no one” “aw are you embarrassed to tell us?” 😐

any man who has ever been nice to me i must have a crush on now. that’s the rules.

i think i like him but i have to convince myself really hard that i do and the second he reciprocates fondness i no longer like him. i’m probably just picky

“he’s sweet, he’s funny, his face is symmetrical, and he’s smart but not in a show-off way… why don’t i like him?”

“look at all these other girls being boy-crazy. SOO GLAD i’m not like that :P”

other gays/queer people feel free to add on (although this is primarily for sapphics (and aspecs))

I love books where the majority of the story is just group bonding.

like; stargazing, driving around, laughing over pizza, burying a nightmare creature, baking pie, building a cardboard town, cleaning out a room, murdering your Latin teacher, solving puzzles, going to church, telling stories, flying a toy plane, sacrificing yourself to the forest while your friends look on in horror, playing chess, watching trashy tv shows…

Why would you do something like this

eli’s career

if you hear the sound of snapping, it’s just my own heart, it’s ok, nothing to see here.

From Chapter 27, not yet titled:

But what Ambrose had said about adventuring had gotten trapped in Eli’s mind after the picnic, and he had been meeting with adventurers ever since. They had been happy to discuss their trade, as most adventurers were, but they all spouted similar advice—don’t start off in the city. This place was for the veterans, the ones hired to take on alcedons and traverse across Titan’s Nails. The ones bards wrote songs and plays about. New adventurers were better off starting in smaller villages, gaining experience with wood dragons and other common pests. And there were plenty of nearby villages that could accommodate, of course—but if he wanted to be an adventurer, he’d have to leave the Scar. He’d have to leave Rosemond Street, leave the other merchants…

Eli looked over at the Griffin’s Claw, where Ambrose was dusting potion bottles and smiling to himself.

He’d have to leave Ambrose.