You are the one who knows your F/O best, no matter what.
Even if you and another self shipper share a character, you know your F/O the best and they know theirs the best.
When it comes specifically to self shipping, canon is irrelevant. You know your F/O the best.
“He would not say that” you say, looking at your F/O’s canon.
And you are so fucking right, he absolutely would not.
You are the one who knows your F/O best, no matter what.
Even if you and another self shipper share a character, you know your F/O the best and they know theirs the best.
When it comes specifically to self shipping, canon is irrelevant. You know your F/O the best.
I am a full person with my own independent goals, desires and concerns.
It is not my duty to be interesting, entertaining, helpful, convenient or productive for others at all times.
I deserve rest. I deserve to engage in my own pursuits without regard for the preferences of others.
I am allowed to be unhelpful, inconvenient or annoying.
I am a full person with my own independent goals, desires and concerns.
It is not my duty to be interesting, entertaining, helpful, convenient or productive for others at all times.
I deserve rest. I deserve to engage in my own pursuits without regard for the preferences of others.
I am allowed to be unhelpful, inconvenient or annoying.
There was a certain level of pain that Karl Heisenberg was in every day of his life. It was his constant companion. As far as he knew, it was a simple fact of his being alive. It was a simple fact of what had been done to his body.
The pain waxed and waned but it never fully departed. There were herbs from Donna that helped but they dulled his mind and sent him to the land of the half dead.
Despite everything, Karl wanted to live. He wanted to live even though it hurt, even though it was hard.
He wanted to live, and he wanted to be in charge of his own life. And so he fought through the pain. He lived with the pain. He savored it. He trusted it.
Being in pain meant that he was still fighting.Â
Karl Heisenberg dreamed of a body that didn’t ache, and dreamed of a life where he wasn’t a slave and a prisoner. But he would endure both.Â
He would endure them as long as he had to. He would drink the joy in there was to be had from them, and he would come out the other side.
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