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coffeedrgn87 · 2 months
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Url Song Name
So the rules of the game are to write one song for every letter in your URL, and then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL, okay? Okay.
Eternal purple dragon love and coffee beans go to @just-like-that-butmakeitgay for tagging me, this is exactly the kay of sunshine I need tonight.
C: Can I Be Him by James Arthur [listen here]
O: Outnumbered by Dermot Kennedy [listen here]
F: fucked up all the time by Cian Ducrot [listen here]
F: Fighter by Tyrone Wells [listen here]
E: Everything Works Out In The End by Kodaline [listen here]
E: exile (feat. Bon Iver) by Taylor Swift [listen here]
D: Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood by Eliza Shaddad [listen here]
R: Rewrite The Stars by James Arthur & Anne-Marie [listen here]
G: Glitter & Gold by Barns Courtney [listen here]
N: Not Usually Like This by Cian Ducrot [listen here]
87: This one's a surprise, you've got to head on over to YouTube to find out... [listen here]
Tagging: @shealwaysreads, @bluebutter-art, @castironnbitch, @julcheninred, @quicksilvermaid, @ricoka, @stargazing-enby -- if you're interested in curating a somewhat unique playlist, here's your chance! No pressure though. For anyone else, do give it ago, it's fun.
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coffeedrgn87 · 6 months
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After some very intense research (read: my own personal conviction) I have come to the conclusion that what this world really needs is a washing machine that also folds clothes, although perhaps that should be the dryer’s job, and a sink that automatically cleans, dries and puts away the dishes.
What do we need ChatGPT for when the fundamentals are still missing???
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coffeedrgn87 · 8 months
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Writing two chapters in two days just two weeks after major surgery was a completely hare-brained idea. No wonder I’m so completely exhausted… Well, yesterday’s first actual walk (five minutes) may also have had something to do with aforementioned tiredness, but while those chapters really wanted to be written, it sure zapped my energy…and then some.
This dragon is going to sleep for like day 17 hours *hangs do not disturb sign on cave entrance* See ya on the flip side. 💜
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coffeedrgn87 · 7 months
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I’ve been wanting to sit down and write for more days than I can remember but I simply haven’t had the energy. Work has reached unprecedented levels of madness and while my fingers are willing and yearning for a keyboard, my mind prefers the sofa, my scrapbook and staring at a wall.
Whatever I do watch on my iPad, if I can even call it watching, is mostly just a way to switch off and/or distract. I long for a bit of quietude and find myself possessed by the idea of taking a week’s worth of annual leave for a writer’s retreat. Somewhere quiet, preferably with a beach to walk on, and nothing but time to give chase to my most beloved pastime…writing.
But until I can leave work at a reasonable time and stop checking my phone for work messages until midnight rolls around which inevitably leads to me walking around like a zombie in the morning, there is simply no space for me to write and it doesn’t matter how much I long for it.
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coffeedrgn87 · 9 months
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A Gentle Reminder
Dear AO3 Readers,
Writers can see the comments you leave with your public bookmarks, so unless you intend on making a passive-aggressive ‘comment’, please be mindful of what you add to your notes or even how you phrase it. If you want the note to be for yourself, I humbly suggest making your bookmark of a particular work private. That way, writers are able to see the total number of bookmarks their work has but they won’t be able to read your note.
While I find that the majority of notes readers leave alongside their bookmarks are kind (and actually quite sweet), occasionally one stands out. Personally, I always question why someone would bookmark a work they obviously didn’t enjoy (and I base this observation solely on the note accompanying the bookmark), but I also give the reader the benefit of the doubt as I lack an enormous amount of detail. Still, it’s not a nice thing to come across. Quite the opposite, actually. Please don’t tell me writers shouldn’t go look at the bookmarks of their work, it’s a response that makes absolutely no sense. Not when readers have the option to private their bookmarks, which leaves them free to say whatever they want about a piece of writing. Not that I consider leaving private disparaging remarks any better than public ones. I firmly believe in simply walking away and finding something else to get lost in.
Just a thought.
Yours,
A Writer
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coffeedrgn87 · 2 years
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🐺Wolfpants👖Appreciation Post
I've been meaning to publicly flail over the lovely @wolfpants for a while now but I've been a bit low on spoons and very good at procrastinating. I'm still low on spoons and I'm also in a funk but in my opinion there's no better way to get out of the funk than to pay it forward, so I'm going all out on the kindness and purple love front.
So, at this point many of you probably know that I am positively obsessed with Tiny Home. I've flailed on Tumblr, in the comments section on AO3 in my fandom fam's DMs, in Wolf's DMs, and in multiple Discord channels. Am I done flailing? Nope. Not even close to done. I'm so full of love for this gorgeous 30K Dronarry with three idiots falling in love and making a life for themselves, breathtaking smut and such sweetness that my heart just can't take it. This fic is so good that right after finishing it, I scrolled back up to the top and started reading it all over again. This fic is one of those few fics where I wish I could oblivate myself and read it again for the first time.
And then there's this soft Dronarry titled A Little Effort which also melted me. There's just something about Draco's determination in that gorgeous fic and also Ron's willingness to help and then Harry's unadulterated joy at the end. Ever since Wolf's fics waltzed into my life, I've learnt that I cannot live without the softness of those three together in my life, because it's just, well, it's perfect.
Edges blew my frigging mind, because, oh my freaking gosh! The CNC element and the D/s undertones might not be everyone's cup of tea but they were mine and I'm utterly unapologetic about it. It was truly, truly, truly perfect.
And lastly (I mean, please, read every single one of Wolf's fics because they are just so so so good!), Wolf's Romp and Circumstance quite possibly ruined me for life. Like, the softness, the tension, the descriptions, the intensity, Harry's unashamed confidence, Draco's sex appeal... I devoured it the second I saw the notification pop into my inbox. Literally nothing was more important than reading that Regency!Drarry perfection, not even my own writing.
I wanted to limit myself to three recs, but I am unable to stop here and not flail over The Hollow. Remus/Draco is not a pairing I would have ever considered in a million years. For no other reason that I simply don't appear to be that imaginative (says the writer) but phwoar was this a treat. Remus' relationship with Sirius, despite being gone from this world, Draco's pain, their mutual connection, the intensity of it all, but also the softness. It blew my mind completely.
What this ramble essentially boils down to is me publicly declaring that I'm utterly in love with Wolf's kindness, the fact that they indulge my flailing, that they are simply one of the sweetest and kindest people, and that I am so fortunate to have had the opportunity to enjoy such perfection. Wolf, keep an eye out for a little gift coming your way in the very near future ;-) Much love 💜
My other appreciation posts:
Origami Superstar Appreciation Post
Hedgehog Appreciation Post
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coffeedrgn87 · 11 months
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I haven’t written anything in weeks, especially not anything Harry Potter related. Finding it hard to get back into the groove, fandom has soured for me for multiple reasons I’d rather not go into in this post… Rest assured, LPK3 will get finished, this is not a story I plan to abandon halfway through.
Mainly, because this isn’t meant to be a post where I whinge about not having written in weeks.
Sure, I led with that, and I did whinge in at least one previous post, but this one needs to be different.
I was wondering whether someone might want to give me a one-word-prompt for a short Damen/Laurent drabble.
I cannot promise it’ll bear fruit, but I’m feeling a bit of a tingling itch in my fingertips. This could be due to the fact that I just finished writing a long project report which I’m feeling pretty good about, but it could also be the faint desire to write something.
P.S. Does anyone know how to permanently remove that 💡 bar that persistently keeps popping up to remind you to tag your posts? I really got the message the first time, and don’t need a constant reminder.
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coffeedrgn87 · 1 year
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I’ve come to the conclusion that starting to make your bed at quarter to ten at night still counts…even if nothing matches.
I now have a fresh white fitted sheet, two pillows with grey covers and two pillows with blue paradise covers. The duvet cover is green (side facing upwards) and a bunch of flowers (facing downwards). It’s meant to be the other way around but I thought grey, colourful blue paradise and green clashed slightly less…
Regardless of the clashing madness, I’ve crisp new sheets I’m excited to crawl into and I drank a little over two litres of water. Not bad for someone juggling five work projects that all need to be finished preferably yesterday (I jest, I have until the day before yesterday to finish them), who is running extremely low on energy and thoroughly peopled out.
It’s the little things, people. The little things. This dragon is satisfied.
And dare I say it? There’s even a tiny small idea for a story with a deadline forming in my head. Let’s see if I can turn it into something. Merlin knows I’ve had the worst bought of writer’s block yet. I swear this pesky malaise is like food poisoning. Each time you get it it’s ten times worse than the last.
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coffeedrgn87 · 5 months
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2023: Notes On Writing
It’s the 1st of December today, which means that 2023 is officially on its way out. 30 days left before 2024 takes over.
This post is me choosing to reflect on the writing I did throughout 2023, and it saddens me to realise that I didn’t do much writing at all. I had a quick glance at my AO3 stats and they tell me that my word count for the year stands at 96,633, spread out over six stories. One of those is an ongoing multi-chapter sequel to a series I’ve been writing on for a while.
While some may say that just under 97K is quite the achievement for 11 months, to me it feels like peanuts. Especially when I compare it to the nearly 518K words I wrote in 2022. This made me curious and interestingly, in 2021 I only wrote a little under 100K while I finished 2020 with 325K under my belt. 2019 was apparently my most prolific year with record-breaking 863K words. Even 2018, which marks the year I returned to writing (after an almost 7-year-long hiatus), beats 2023 by a whooping 50K (according to AO3 I published just under 149K in 2018).
Now, I know that numbers shouldn’t matter and that it should always be quality over quantity, but for someone who enjoys writing immensely, 97K feels like nothing. Granted, 2023 wasn’t the easiest year. A lot of big things happened for me this year and a lot of those things took a lot of time, required focus, and drained me mentally and physically.
Having said that, throughout the year there have been plenty of moments where I desperately wanted to write but didn’t have the energy to actually follow through. Those moments still hang about. I don’t really want them to, mainly because I do have a couple of good ideas, but also because the longer I feel this way, the harder it gets to give myself a good kick up the arse. I seem to be floating in a world between inspiration and writer’s block, and while I’m all for breaking the binary, I’d much rather stick around with my pals Inspiration and Muse.
If I’m being bluntly honest, when it comes to writing fanfiction the spark isn’t quite there any more. I wrote a lot of stories for the Harry Potter fandom, and I love the characters to bits (but also fuck you, JKR you absolute TERF!), but these days, I find it hard to write them. I’ve never felt part of the fandom, never even felt welcome, but I always carried on writing while simultaneously trying my hardest not to think too much about it. Not the easiest thing to do when you battle anxiety, are a complete hermit, get easily overwhelmed in group chats, and don’t have the best track record when it comes to confidence. Add to that that I’m far more likely to receive hate for my Harry Potter works, and what you’ve got is a slowly fraying rope.
Luckily, I was able to find solace in the Captive Prince fandom. Although, I did go into a tailspin just after finishing the trilogy. I questioned all my writing, was seconds away from deleting all my published works, and seriously considered never again using a keyboard for the express purpose of creating a fictional piece of writing.
That tailspin was short-lived though, and instead of following through on this mad idea of giving up writing altogether, I channelled all my fear, frustration, confusion, and anxiety into propelling my writing forward. I created a couple of works that gave me immense joy and propelled me forward, boosting my confidence. It wasn’t as though I was getting a ton of hits and a flood of comments, but there was something about those creations that drew me in in a way my older works never did and still don’t.
Personally, I feel like my writing has improved vastly over the last two years, and although it won’t ever be perfect (there’s no such thing!), I finally reached a stage where I am a different kind of proud. I want to nurture that pride, encourage it to grow, but I am seriously wondering whether writing fanfiction is going to give me that opportunity. I still enjoy penning the one or other short story, but the more I think about it, the fonder I become of the idea of devoting 2024 to the creation of a book. I want to write a queer, kinky, wholesome love story. I want to write something that represents the various parts that make me who I am. I’m still sceptical about the whole thing and my skills, but I feel like I’ve got to at least try. I mean, I don’t necessarily have to write the book with the intention of getting it published or self-publishing it, but I sense that this is the direction into which I’ve got to stretch my wings.
I’m not going to make it a resolution for the new year, that would be an idiotic idea, but I reckon it’s high tide for me to finally tick off an item that’s been sitting on my bucket list, catching dust, since I was an impressionable teen.
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coffeedrgn87 · 2 years
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Booktopus Appreciation Post
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I had this post in the works for a while, but I was missing the perfect banner to go with it. Then, a couple of days ago, I finally came up with an underwater theme I would work around the idea of a book-loving octopus. I spent an hour on my phone trying to put something together and was fairly happy with the result until, well, until I wasn't...which was up until about half an hour ago when I decided to throw my old design out of the window and redo it completely. Because I'm nothing, if not some weird kind of a perfectionist.
Anyway, @thebooktopus, this post is for you to celebrate your wonderfulness, kind soul, incredible talent, encouragement, advice, sensibility, and perfect emoji reactions in my stories (and for no other reason than that flailing over you and your writing gives me immense joy).
You are an absolute fandom gem, bringing light and love to us all. You do so much for fandom, and since I've no idea how to reciprocate any of it, even just a little, I'll just do it in my own little ways: by saying thank you often, by going wild for your writing, and by showering you with purple love, because something that's become my thing and that's just so cool.
Pals, do you want to know how Maddy and I met? I asked for a cheerleader/alpha reader when I was about 50K into the whole monstrosity I submitted for this year's Wireless Fest, and Maddy jumped at it. I still firmly believe that she had no idea that she'd just (unwittingly) signed up for months listening to me wail about how I would never finish this and how nothing was working out and won't they bloody well kiss already. She took it all in her stride, offered advice, talked me down, and flailed, and we shared so much laughter and so many stories. One anon fest collaboration forged a friendship I'm determined to make last until at least forever, if not beyond that.
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Most recently, I flailed over Maddy's I Wanna Be On You, which is the cutest, sexiest Drarry get-together I've read in a while. It made my stomach flip countless times, and I'm still utterly obsessed with every word of it. The hot smut, oh lord, Harry's possessiveness, the sweet moment between them in the kitchen. I absolutely heart conversations/scenes that happen in the kitchen. It's my jam.
Then there is Let Me Count The Ways, for which I have even less coherent words for you. This story absolutely ruined me, and did you know that there's art for it? It's included in the story, and it's precious. So, so precious. Go check it out. And read the story. Also, do leave a flailing comment if you have the spoons.
Maddy also wrote a truly fabulous Jeddy fic that I secretly look at every now and then because I love love love it. It's called I Fell Heavy Into Your Arms, and it's a complete gem, just like Maddy. I am a complete sucker for it. And while we're on the Jeddy train, Subscribed is another story I devoured that left me flailing in my own mind, unable to comprehend how simple words could wreck me so. I've decided to affectionately blame the writer 😈. I haven't had any complaints, so I suppose it's all good.
Before I simply leave a blurb to all of Maddy's stories, one last rec, namely What Have You Been Hiding Under Those Robes, Professor Malfoy?, which I have been obsessed with since I read it. There's art for it. Art that ruined me. Wanna know what else ruined me? The tattoos Maddy gave Draco. I squealed, and although it's been a while since I read the story, I'm like still obsessed. I don't think that'll ever change.
My other appreciation posts:
Origami Superstar Appreciation Post
Hedgehog Appreciation Post
Wolfpants Appreciation Post
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coffeedrgn87 · 1 year
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A Few Of My Favourite Things
Thanks for the tag, @sugareey-makes-stuff, 💜! You can check out Krissy's list here. Below is mine, in a random order.
the smell of freshly ground coffee beans ☕
that first sip of piping hot coffee in the morning ☕☀️
my superking-sized grey elephant blanket 🐘
my flirtship with my wifey <3 <3 <3 💜
cats 🐈‍⬛
getting a lovely comment on one of my stories 📝
hearing someone use they/them pronouns when speaking about me 🏳️‍🌈🦄 Happy Trans Day of Visibility!
a productive writing session ✒️✒️✒️
dragons 🐉🐲
the smell of grass after a rainstorm 🌿🌾🍀
I don't know who to tag, I've not been very active in fandom or talking to many people so my anxiety won't let me randomly reach out to folx and hope that they're happy to hear from me. Sorry! But if you see this and you'd like to share your favourite things, I'd love a mention in your post so I can mosey over and have a look.
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coffeedrgn87 · 1 year
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I can’t think of anything better for a Saturday morning than to hide away in a warm and cosy dragon cave with a creamy homemade four-shot espresso in my lap.
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coffeedrgn87 · 7 months
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So I keep seeing ads for these fresh food, meal prep boxes you can order.
I love the idea of fresh, healthy meals. What I don’t love is getting a box of ingredients with the expectation that I cook them to transform them into a healthy meal.
During one of the many lockdowns throughout the pandemic my ex and I tried one of these companies for a few of weeks and it was pretty cool. Wanna know why I liked it? ‘Cos I did the organising, like checking with my ex what dishes to pick from the weekly menu, placing the order and picking up the box when it arrived.
As for the cooking? I believe I left about 85% of that up to my ex. Not because I can’t cook but because my inner dragon of madness rebels against following recipes. It just isn’t me. Giving me a recipe for a dish is a surefire way to ensure I won’t ever make the thing.
Also, cooking for myself is kinda boring. Like why make all the effort when I can make much simpler things to feed myself.
Here’s a tagline for a dating profile: “Looking for a partner because I dislike cooking for myself. FYI, if we match, I’ll let you cook so you won’t have to deal with the dirty dishes, which, by the way, is also an activity I hate but marginally less than cooking for myself.”
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coffeedrgn87 · 7 months
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On Gender And All Things Non-Binary
Note: Indirect mention of gender dysphoria and the struggle of living in a binary world.
During my recent (and still ongoing) recovery from gender-affirming surgery, that’s given me so much joy, and the feeling of wholeness, I’ve lived in this perfect bubble of blissful ignorance. Sorely lacking energy, I spent most of the time at home, making only small trips into the outside world. These were carefully planned trips; a coffee from the coffee place next door, Kombucha from the corner store, a few rolls of toilet paper, a sweet. None of these required much human interaction. So, for the most part my bubble of non-binary bliss stayed intact.
I devoted my recovery time to a carefully curated queer-AF TikTok feed, queer literature, art, queer movies and series, and queer fanfiction. Some five weeks into my recovery, I met a friend here and there for coffee, for brunch, for a chat. But all these friends had something very important in common. They saw me, the real me. They used my pronouns, supported my choice to have gender-affirming surgery, and were genuinely excited about all the progress I made with having my gender marker and legal name changed (by the way, that’s all done! 🥳)
So, over the past month and a half I didn’t have my normal experience. I lived in this utopia-like world where nobody misgendered me, used the wrong pronouns, or had any negative impact on my non-binary experience. Sure, I kept up-to-date on developments within the LGBTQIA+ community, especially surrounding rights, trans rights, and more. And yes, some of my favourite TikTok creators reacted to transphobic/homophobic comments, but they did so calmly and with the intention to educate. But my world still consisted of respect, for my person, for my pronouns, for me. A few weeks have passed since a friend sent me a voice message to tell me about a dream, yet I remember it as vividly as though it happened five minutes ago. Why, you wonder? Because throughout the message my friend used my pronouns, and it gave me so much joy that I’m still riding high now, several weeks later.
However, my recovery is at the stage where I am able to return to work, and this means venturing out of the house for several hours at a time. It means frequent and longer interactions with other humans, more exposure to this blasted world that still insists gender is binary, and thus too many opportunities for all those little moments where I am (unfortunately) reminded that I could have my pronouns along with the sentence: ‘I’m not a woman’ tattooed on my head, and some folx would still get it wrong.
For instance, where I live pet names for strangers are common. This means I regularly get subjected to the following: pet, babes, darling, honey, hun, love etc. While these are all cute in their own right and have a time and a place, they aren’t for strangers. They are for people you are familiar with, people who want you to use these names. I don’t want a cashier to refer to me as ‘love’ or ‘darling’. Especially, because in this world that still stupidly sees gender as a binary thing when it’s nothing more but a social construct, these types of nicknames are usually given to those people this world presumes identify as female. If I go to my local corner store to get a breakfast roll, the person behind the deli counter chooses to direct those words at me. Why? Because my features are more feminine, which I, personally, I am fine with but having a more feminine appearance doesn’t mean I identify as female. The construction worker in the queue behind me, in muddied work clothes and with a masculine appearance doesn’t get any of those nicknames. They don’t even get called ‘handsome’.
And the above is not the only example, it’s just one of many. In my personal experience, it’s generally cis men who are exceptionally thoughtless when it comes to these absolutely stupid and outdated notions that a feminine-presenting individual should be given priority swiping their public transport card, or should enter a building or a room first. And the list goes on and on. Personally, I utterly dislike it when someone opens a door for me. Mind you, if I am carrying a bunch of things, I am all for it, but otherwise, no, thank you.
I know that these gestures don’t generally come from a malicious place. They are reactions that have become innate, that folx perform without thinking too much about what they are doing. Yet, that’s exactly the problem. This outdated and not at all inclusive social construct of gender being binary has let so many people to walk through the world with blinders on. While I’m almost always happy to answer questions and to educate people (often unprompted), living in a world where I have to fight to be seen (not just once but on multiple occasions throughout a single day) is emotionally and mentally draining. It zaps my energy, forcing me to withdraw for longer periods of time just to recharge my batteries. And I shouldn’t have to do that. I shouldn’t have to come home in the evening and require a solid hour of some mindless activity or other before I am able to function on some semi-normal level.
I am lucky. People who know me through my writing and friends I’ve made online and offline respect me and my pronouns. My video blurbs on TikTok don’t get bombarded with hate. I work in a company that tries very hard to respect me and works to better itself, to improve and change. I have some family that accept me for who I am and very dear friends who support me fiercely. I have a therapist I regularly yell at (not literally!), and while I desperately want a cat in my life, I have friends who share their purring fluffballs with me. I have so many things I feared I’d never have, and I am beyond grateful, but those daily reminders that too many people are so very blind when it comes to seeing that gender is most definitely not binary hurt. I still brave this world, day in and day out, but often, it’s with a heavy sigh and with a desperate wish that things were different.
I have most definitely reached the toughest part of my recovery.
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coffeedrgn87 · 2 years
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Home Sweet Home…Welcome To My Cave
So, I decided that it was high tide for me to share a little more about me. You know, in case you’d like to get to know me better and all that jazz. After some serious consideration, I thought we could start with a tiny glimpse into my humble abode, my perfect little hideout, my sanctuary, my cave.
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What do you think? Do you like it? Would you like to visit? There are more rooms, of course, but this one is my favourite. Mainly, because it’s got my bed, but also because of the fairy lights and because it’s just so comfy. I even have portraits of @basicallyahedgehog and @phoebe-delia which bring me so much joy. 💜
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coffeedrgn87 · 2 years
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Hedgehog Appreciation Post
This post is dedicated to the one and only @basicallyahedgehog, who is literally the best hedgehog friend in the world. They are sweet and kind and patient and lovely and funny and their excitement about anything they and I talk about is so palpable that I can feel it all the way over here in my little purple cave on the Emerald Isle.
Georgie, that is my hedgehog, always has time to lend an ear, whether it’s me complaining about something or other, whinging because I’m genuinely unwell and struggling to drag myself to urgent care, or because I just need someone to listen to as I ramble on about fics I’ve read, art I’ve seen, and ideas I have. More often than not our conversations turn into a dragon/hedgehog love fest that reaches epic levels of sappiness and yet I wouldn’t change anything about it…not for all the coins in this world.
I thought about rec’ing you a handful of their fics, but honestly, just check out their AO3 page. I promise you, you’ll find something. I’m especially partial towards their birthday gift to me — ‘Still Into You’ — so being objective is hard. But I do love all their works. They are sweet, well-written and a complete delight from start to finish. Just like Georgie.
So, what I mean to day, I’m utterly grateful for having a Georgie Hedgehog in my little fandom orbit. They’ve enriched my life by so much that trying to pinpoint all the moments their mere presence has improved would be impossible. Honestly, if you don’t have a Georgie Hedgehog your life, you don’t know what you’re missing. Unfortunately, this dragon is highly unlikely to share theirs. Possessive nature and all.
Honestly though, Georgie, you’re a delight to have and I’m so thankful to have you as my friend, my person, my fandom sounding board, my hedgehog, my, uhm, everything?
💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜
Your Robyn ☕️🐉
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