I’m mainly thinking of fanfic route where it’s like what if Will and Tessa had another kid that got lost in the Fae Courts and popped back up again in modern times or something of that nature
they (the fuck ass specialist) thinks it’s type 1. This doesn’t help with how much of a difficult relationship I already have with food, I already restrict my eating and if I’ve gotta do it more because of this I’m fucked
At a job fare thing in the middle of London and the hotel toilet seats have seat warmers and now my ass is warm as fuck. I just wanted to go for a piss without sitting on a fucking radiator