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"Sometimes you meet a stubborn turnip." 41 • they/them • crocheter of tinies Good Omens ↓ #fanfiction ↓ https://archiveofourown.org/users/nineprecisely/works

On Friday morning, my most darling little companion of fifteen years went missing. He's in stupidly good health for his age, but in this heat I'm losing hope that he can possibly be okay. Could everybody please spare a hopeful thought for Ambrose. Please believe that he can come home safe to me. 💔

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Even after six going on seven years, I still hate what "all better now!" looks like in the mirror. I hate getting dressed and going outside where people can see me in my poorly fitting, feel like shit in clothes. Lying here sobbing like a bog troll while I try to shop for shorts, just fuck this all.

Well. In the end I managed to get a picture and a story sent in for the TIC zine. How I managed this will forever be a mystery to me. Fingers crossed the lack of sleep and ouchy I'm going to end up arthritic aren't I knuckle joints are worth it and they both get accepted. 🤞

There's no way I'm finishing stuff in time for the TIC zine at this point, why was I even kidding myself. I was involved in so much stuff last year, bringing things together surprisingly efficiently (for me), looking forward to it all, but this year? I'm finding it awfully hard to feel as if I care.

I don't think I properly realised until I turned to this page that, as well as my brain failing to focus on reading, I've become increasingly anxious over finding stories that will welcome me in. 'Would THIS author hate me for existing?' always there at the back of my mind. And then there's this. 🖤

The dedication in my copy of Somewhere Beyond the Sea by TJ Klune reads: "For the trans community the world over; I see you, I hear you, I love you. This story is for you."

It's been 6yrs since I could focus my brain enough to read an actual book. I devoured books daily all my life & the fact I just... lost the ability to read somehow has been wretched. But I managed to get this far over the past couple of weeks & I know it looks like nothing, but it feels like hope. 💛

A copy of The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune, held in my hand. There is a colourful bookmark visible at the top, marking the place I've read up to, not quite a third of the way through the pages.