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Sleep disordered self shippers: your F/O’s get it.
I know, one of the biggest issues with sleep disorders is that not a lot of people ‘get it’- we get a lot of criticism for being ‘lazy’, when in reality it couldn’t be farther from the truth.
Your F/O’s would give those people a piece of their mind.
They see you every morning, struggling to wake up. They give you soft kisses and gently rub your back to keep you from dozing off again. They’ll say “Good morning” as many times as they need to.
They see you having sleep attacks, head dipping, losing balance in your chair. They’ll carry you to a couch or your bed before you get hurt. They want nothing but the best for you, and they don’t see it as an inconvenience. They never will.
They see you struggle with basic tasks, whether from executive dysfunction or just plain old fatigue. They’re always willing to help, but they know it can feel infantilizing at times- they always ask first, and never assume you’re incapable. Because you are capable! Your body is just stubborn.
So to those people that try to call you lazy, they say: “Fuck off. You don’t know them like I do. You have no right to judge them without understanding their struggle. They’re not lazy, and you can eat your words.”
(This was written with narcolepsy/chronic fatigue in mind but anyone can rb or add to this- even if you don’t have sleep disorders, you may relate to the scenario, and that’s valid!)
If you ever have the question in your mind of "Does my F/O even love me?" I just want to say that yes they do. Of course they do.
Yes they love you, yes they adore you, yes they want to be with you in any way that you want them to be.
They care for you and they are grateful for every second that they spend with you.
imagine your f/o silently comforting you. you two dont need to speak, there aren't any words that would make things better. maybe nothing would make it better. but there they are, regardless. your feelings aren't a burden or inconvenient, its just someone who loves you whole heartedly being with you. their fingers run through your hair like the gentle wind through blades of grass, their warmth seeps into you like a soft blanket on a cold night, their presence is like a dim nightlight admist a frightening room. everything feels hollow and painful and exhausting, you can wonder if its even worth it anymore but there they are. through all the painful moments theres the one who loves you deeply even through the thick fog of uncertainty and sorrow. life is painful but they make the pain worth it. your comfort.
“I can fix him” I couldn’t fix him and I don’t want to. I think he grew prone to biting and scratching in order to get by in a harsh world, and to me his resilience is part of what makes him so beautifully himself. I could be kind to him, though. I could show him gentleness. I could, slowly but surely, in the same way one earns the trust of a skittish stray cat, convince him that my touch will never come accompanied by pain. That, around me, he can allow himself to be soft. To relax. I could be the one he associates with warmth and safety, the one he longs to be held by after a hard day. I could be his home.
Tales of the TARDIS Masterpost
A COMPLETE collection of the new scenes from Tales of the TARDIS. Other ones previously posted to YouTube were incomplete or awkwardly cut, so here's all the new content in a convenient format.
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