#arosdtd

[overcaffeinated-aro]

you live in a small house with one or two close friends. you’re perfectly matched and well rounded, and the house is a calm and welcoming environment for all. you pull the soup you’ve been making off the stove, it’s a new one you’ve been wanting to try for a while, and some of the ingredients were pulled from your expanding garden in the backyard. a cat winds around your ankles as you dish the soup, and call that dinner is ready. a head pops in, wearing one of your sweaters, and you smile. it looks good on them.

[aro-eli]

imagine waking up just before your alarm, smiling, and wanting to get out of bed immediately so you do. you put on a podcast that downloaded last night, which plays from multiple speakers throughout the house. you don't have to worry about bugging anyone else with all the noise - you live alone. you make breakfast, pancakes, enough just for you (but you refrigerate some of the batch for tomorrow). your cutlery and crockery is stored just the way you like it, and you always know where it is. when you finish eating, you put the dishes in the dishwasher. you are happy and content having not spoken a single word, but listening.

[junietuesday]

you’re in bed on a Sunday morning, surrounded by fluffy blankets, your cats snuggled next to you as you make steady progress on your wip. the sunshine from outside shines onto your keyboard, and when you get up to open the window, the air is just the perfect temperature. tomorrow, you go to your dream job that treats you wonderfully and pays what you need to live off of with plenty to spare for luxuries. an aro pride flag hangs on the wall. life is good.

[aroddish]

You sit on the porch of your cottage by the lake with your morning coffee and enjoy the view as you catch up on social media. A friend is in the kitchen trying out a new recipe, and it’ll be a surprise breakfast, but you know you’ll love it. You can hear that your other housemates and fwbs are getting up, and they’ll join you outside soon enough, and you’ll plan your day.

[ace-of-moons]

You’re standing in the kitchen making dinner. A young child runs through and you stop them to remind them not to run in the house, especially not in the kitchen while you’re cooking. They’re not yours, they’re your foster kid, and you’re taking care of them for the moment. Friends will be coming over for dinner later, to watch a movie and catch up. They’re a queer bunch, and the closest thing you have to family, and you’re excited to see them. There’s a stack of homework from your students waiting to be graded on your desk, but you’ll have time for that later. For now, there’s a roof over your head, food in your belly, and enough money left over to share the love, and that’s all that really matters.

[blood-on-my-french-fries]

You live in a tiny apartment for one with your cat and your books. You have enough room to live in your comfy nest. Your best friends are all over for dinner and have brought you your favourite wine. You chat and have fun until late night. Moonlight and breeze enter through the windows. You are free. You are okay.

[anacesoftie]

You wake up a Sunday morning and get ready to go to church. It’s the first day of spring, the sun is making its way through your curtains to softly warm up your skin. As you get to church, you are surrounded by people with the same beliefs as you and a feeling of peace takes hold of your heart. No matter how many people tried to convince you you didn’t belong there, you now know that you do. You spend the morning at church, worshipping your God and thanking Him for the beautiful life He gave you.

[blood-on-my-french-fries]

You are at the airport again, luggage in hand and ready for adventure. Where to this time? Rome? Paris? Istanbul? Mexico? London? Bangladesh? Moscow?... Your work leaves you money and time enough to travel. You know there's a whole world for you to discover. Maybe this time you have a friend with you, maybe not, but you know your next destination will bring you new experiences and sensations, and most of all, joy.

[aro-eli]

She went through hobbies the same way people her age went through boyfriends. She’d find something for a while that she loved and knew a lot about. Sometimes she’d love it with a fiery passion (linguistics), sometimes a more subdued but constant love (knitting). Sometimes it was as if a miracle had come to pull her out of a low place (skyscrapers), and other weren’t so healthy and had in fact caused the low place (U2). Some were short bursts that were really a bounce back (makeup/beauty), while others felt like they’d be long term, perhaps forever loves (tolkein’s works). And these loves that she found meant she never needed other people to light her world or pull her out of dark places or be her everything or any of that nonsense; these loves were plenty for that

[overcaffeinated-aro]

I wrote this a while back in response to @actuallyfuckamatonormativity’s “aros dare to dream” post/prompt a year (??) or two ago, and I just want to say that this is exactly what my life is like right now. we don’t quite have the garden yet, but plans are in motion and I’ve found everything I barely gave myself permission to dream of but never really thought I’d find. I have different dreams now, maybe I’ll make an update

you live in a small house with one or two close friends. you’re perfectly matched and well rounded, and the house is a calm and welcoming environment for all. you pull the soup you’ve been making off the stove, it’s a new one you’ve been wanting to try for a while, and some of the ingredients were pulled from your expanding garden in the backyard. a cat winds around your ankles as you dish the soup, and call that dinner is ready. a head pops in, wearing one of your sweaters, and you smile. it looks good on them.