#I don't have enough attention span for your bullshit actually.

[essektheylyss]

I am TIRED of hearing the whole "there is NO reason a paragraph shouldn't be more than four lines" writing critique. If Ursula Le Guin can write an asshole psychiatrist monologuing for a page and a half straight, it is FINE, actually.

You can have characters monologue, you can have a long bit of description, you can give exposition in chunks—the issue is when there's no PURPOSE to it and it's treated as a prerequisite dump of information rather than a curated telling.

As long as you're making choices about language and what is being conveyed so that it's relevant and matches the style, it's fine.

#I read body work by melissa febos yesterday and she was like 'unpopular opinion: every single thing in a piece of writing is a choice' #and I was like 'oh my god. a woman after my own heart.' #this is my DEEPEST HELD writing opinion #and also it's fine if you are NOT looking that specifically at every comma but like. #on a larger level you gotta understand why you're doing what you're doing cuz if it implies something you don't want it to? #you gotta be able to understand if that choice is more important to you than the secondary thing it implies #and like. I'm not interrogating every comma or individual word (and my aversion to editing is a flaw that I need to improve upon) #but like. where a paragraph ends is always a choice. always always always. probably the grammar thing I think about most actually. #often it is more of an instinct than conscious examination cuz I've been doing this a long time and there's a feel to it #but I know WHY a paragraph ended when and where it did. I can tell you exactly why if you asked! #and readability is one of the concerns there!!! but that is sure as FUCK not the only concern #nor is it necessarily the most important concern if there's a stylistic need that trumps it or must be balanced with it! and there often is #also. as an adhd person. if I have to hear that it's ableist to adhd people because 'they don't have that much of an attention span!' #I will throw the products of my twenty years worth of writing hyperfixation through your fucking window. #if it's BORING or I don't CARE or I'm TIRED then nO but in a BOOK THAT I AM WILLINGLY READING? shut the fuck uppppp #I don't need No long paragraphs I need VARIATION. INTENTION. STYLE. #I don't have enough attention span for your bullshit actually. #and my experience with adhd is NOT the only one but like. to use adhd to claim that as a stylistic choice is Bad is just. fuck you actually #like constant staccato paragraphs are actually usually WORSE for me cuz I cannot tell what's supposed to be emphasized. #I need the contrast so I know what gets the most weight. cuz NOT EVERYTHING SHOULD. there are LEVELS. #anyway I'll stop ranting in the tags but I was reading lathe of heaven and got mad about it all over again. #I didn't actually see this commentary today I just remembered it. with my so-terribly-short attention span. #so you can rip my long paragraphs out of my cold dead hands.

[jaennwrites]

Stain Them. I Don't Care.

Hi guys it been a long time and although this isn't my comeback I just felt in the writing spirit. I will try my best to write stuff but the truth is y'all my attention span has been gone since TLOU (HBO) ended. However, I'm trading in fortnite videos (jonesyXreader coming soon ofc) for Peaky Blinders. I'm on S2 E2 so this little blurb doesn't have much show lore but I love Tommy, I'm a Cillian Murphy fangirl and I love a good dangerous man who gets soft and obsessed for their women. Anyways let me actually shut up.

Word Count: 1,410 Pairings: Tommy Shelby x Fem Reader (fairly gender neutral but reader is referred to as a wife), Established Relationship (married :3). Warnings: Blood, Mentions of Gun and shooting, Character (you) death. Completely SFW.

All interactions greatly appreciated, hope I can find the motivation to write more, thx guyzers <3

Tommy Shelby was an interesting man, it was even more interesting that he devoted himself to someone like you. It wasn’t an insulting thing, it’s just that many people didn’t understand Tommy’s obsession with this ordinary woman. The circumstances of your meeting was a kept secret of course but as everyone knew, you weren’t a whore, or spy, or other gang’s  daughter or wife, you were just you.

So when Tommy got off of his stressful often bloody days just to see you either sitting peacefully or cooking something, it made him happy. When people had the stupidity to question why Tommy was with you, he’d simply respond with his usual menacing stare. Sure, he didn’t run around town boasting about his wife but you knew he felt prideful when he was with you. Especially when he could bring you around people he considered enemies, you were his walking proof that he could attain and be acquainted with good people. 

The true ‘fuck you’ to those who didn’t know peace for Tommy Shelby had the embodiment of it right by his side always. 

Your head perked up at the sound of the front door smiling as you saw Tommy tiredly walk through the door. You often spent chunks of time waiting for him, more recently than ever before. Thomas Shelby by no means was an open man, but he always allowed himself to be vulnerable with you, he could never not when it came to you. 

Being around you felt like an adrenaline rush that never ended; from the day he first saw you to the day he asked you to marry him. Everything about you made him nervous and scared; he somehow couldn’t rest peacefully with you in his life yet his time with you was more peaceful than he had ever known. 

“You look wide awake” You joked resting your head on the back of the couch.

“Funny” He smiled, a smile that couldn’t fade as long as you were there smiling back at him. 

You rested your head on his shoulder and looked at his bruised hands before squeezing them tightly with a smile. Tommy no doubt carried a lot of baggage into the relationship. On an almost agonizing constant loop you could still vividly picture the first death at the hands of Tommy that you had witnessed. Although he’d never tell you, he remembered it too, the guilt ate him alive everyday. The way you looked at him that day made him physically sick. When you agreed to see him again after that, the look was gone but he’d never forget it. 

“How has everything been?” “Business wise” You asked. 

“It’s getting better” He reassured.

“So can I come with you tomorrow? To the Garrison”

“Would you not prefer to sit here? Safely” Tommy teased.

You rolled your eyes unseriously knowing that simple gesture alone would be enough to convince him. Tommy often had a problem saying no to you, it was chronic at this point. There were times he was a little more resistant but eventually he’d break, just for you. Partly because he trusted your judgment, and you never asked for anything insane. You two were in many ways polar opposites but the borderline paranoid danger/bullshit meter you shared were identical, he trusted you.

“Fine” “Didn’t know you loved my boring meetings” He joked

Your nights consisted of you two sitting sometimes doing some light drinking but for the most part you just enjoyed each other’s company. No matter what Tommy went through during his day, to be able to come home to you or come home with you was his cure all. It scared him to death how much he loved you, some nights it was all he could think of, the fear and happiness you produced. 

Then the morning would come and that feeling would be a distant memory because you’d still always be there. This morning was no different, he woke up right next to you, your sleeping face somehow even more beautiful than when you both fell asleep. Tommy was not a man who was very vocal about his affections but his eyes never lied. You could melt into a puddle whenever he looked at you, when he looked at you it was as if someone had captured love, melted it and injected it into your veins. 

That morning Tommy fulfilled his promise and you happily came along with him to his meeting, you didn’t want to admit that it was indeed boring but god you were bored. These weren’t his sly threat here, sly threat there meetings, just simple boring money managing. 

“This is boring” You whispered, eliciting a smile from your husband before excusing yourself into the main portion of the bar.

However the bar also bore you, a bunch of men drinking all of them too afraid to even glance in your direction. Tommy had planned to be done with this meeting by now but unfortunately it seemed to be taking longer and longer. He sat letting his mind wander a little as the time felt slower and slower while your eyes searched for something to keep you busy. 

Tommy had a big dislike for you walking alone and you understood dislike, however simply standing outside of the bar surely was a loophole. The smell of alcohol was weirdly insufferable today so without a second thought you headed for the front door, opening the one and then the second. 

You hadn’t noticed for the first few seconds, but the wet feeling rapidly spreading from your chest pulled you into the dark reality. You looked up at the gunman to see a face full of regret, from that look alone clearly you weren’t the target

Your husband was. 

The gunman had been young, clearly trigger happy but nevertheless a wonderful shot because by the time your body fell back you were gone. Tommy practically had leaped over the table at the sound. As he opened the door to his private room his eyes scanned the bar full of equally worried faces but had yet to see yours. 

The commotion coming from the front door prompted him to quickly check and confirm the nightmare he had been dreading since the day he first met you. The guttural shout he let out quieted the entire street, anyone moving stopped, anyone working stopped, the entire world seemed to stop. 

Tommy couldn’t remember the last time his hands shook at the sight of a dead body. His shaky hand intertwined with your lifeless one and his arm wrapped securely around your neck. He pulled your body close to his chest, the still fresh blood now soaking into his suit. Nobody around dared to move, hell not even breathe for it would only be a reminder that you couldn’t.

Thomas Shelby sat in that doorway for hours, whispering various pleas and prayers to Gods he didn’t even believe in. Soon enough his family convinced him to allow your body to be taken and for everything to be cleaned up. 

The wedding ring that was removed from your finger felt like it weighed pounds as it moved in his pocket. All that movement just to bring him to an even harsher reality as he stood in front of your shared home. He sat on the front steps for a while, it rained, drunk men passed, various things passed and he sat not daring to move a muscle. 

When Tommy finally made it into the house his heart felt as if it was attempting to break out of his chest. His eyes watered as he slowly shuffled over to your side of the bed falling to his knees beside it. Slowly his head descended before resting into blankets that filled his senses of nothing but you. The sheets smelled of you, the feeling of the blankets brought back every lovely memory of you. 

Thomas Shelby couldn’t remember the last time he cried, like really truly cried. Quite frankly he couldn’t remember anything in this state. A place that once was home to your laughter and voice was now full of the muffled sobs of your husband. 

Tommy’s hands held his blood soaked chest wishing that he had covered himself in your blood. He prayed it would stain every item of clothing he owned, stain his hands, his face so that he could never be without you. 

"I fear to stain your clothes with blood" "Stain them, I don't care"

#thomas shelby #tommy shelby #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders #tommy shelby x reader #i love cillian murphy :3

[dissociacrip]

this turned into a long adhd rant whoopsie

it really does suck how people seem to downplay autism and adhd now lol. autism has been reduced to people who can mask and have low support needs and adhd hasn't really changed from its status as a joke.

i don't talk about adhd much but it probably gets in the way of me being able to function just as much, if not more than autism does (in my personal situation) when it comes to mental disability. not showering enough. not cooking. not cleaning my living space properly. forgetting to brush my teeth. dishes sitting in the sink for so long they start getting moldy. only being able to maybe do 1-3 tasks a day maximum because my brain can't organize itself enough to do more than that. difficulty committing to things and being consistent in overarching ways. being late to things a lot. highly impaired verbal recall so i forget things people say to me, forget verbal instructions, etc. on top of the other acutely stressful situations that come with memory and regulating my attention span (e.g. locking my keys in my car or locking myself out of my house when i have a very limited support network to remediate those situations.)

my meds barely touch this stuff for me and i'm not especially inclined to increase the dosage after bordering on psychosis when i was taking 40mg of vyvanse. i've just become so accustomed to living the way that i do (because my case is pretty bad afaik) so i can't just will myself to be another way. any efforts i make to change or be more organized and routine and consistent end up getting dashed away because i just cannot do it lol. my shit just doesn't work. adhd is a massive barrier between me and being a functioning person or being able to take care of myself. i'm pretty sure would still be a "gross" and unpalatable disabled person even if my muscles worked and i didn't have POTS/etc. that also get in the way of my hygiene and the cleanliness of my living space.

that doesn't even go into how other people react to it. a good chunk of physical and verbal abuse i faced from my family as a child was related to my adhd symptoms. i was diagnosed at a young age but my parents "forgot" it happened and it was never addressed otherwise. i got constantly called disgusting for my hygiene problems and was threatened with violence over it (on top of the times where i was actually getting assaulted.) people take my impaired verbal recall and lack of impulse control irt accidentally cutting people off or interrupting them personally, accusing me of not caring enough when it's something that is extremely difficult to be aware of or manage when adhd is a condition that distinctly involves impaired awareness of your own behavior.

so when i see shit like "just set alarms" or anything else that amounts to "you're not trying hard enough" or adhd not very much being a disability, especially when it's coming from other people w/ adhd, it kinda makes me wanna stab things with knives.

sure, it's not the worst condition ever, but just like most other disabilities, the way it affects everyone who is it is different and some are gonna be able to manage it better than others. sure, there a lot of really fucking annoying people (usually able-bodied) w/ adhd on social media that have large platforms and who very often profit from or encourage liberal pop psych bullshit when it comes to adhd, but it's still very much a disability. it can affect hygiene. it can affect employment or otherwise means of earning an income. it can affect our social lives and whether we have a support system. it can affect whether someone can keep their house from getting infested with bugs or mold. it is very much something that causes dysfunction in ways that aren't nearly as cutesy as the little comics you might see on instagram are drawn.

just remember that.

#actuallyadhd #adhd problems #adhd brain #adult adhd #ableism #j #brain log

[elsfairy]

➝ 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.

❝why the fuck did I agree to let you do this? I look ridiculous!❞

Actually, she was either high on bullshit or smoking that good crap, but she looked anything but ridiculous. It was your idea, yes, but you didn't think the said idea would look so great.

Of course, ignoring her angry eyes was something you grew accustomed to so it didn't even make you worried anymore. She just loved you enough to let you do this, even if she was ready to punch anyone who looked at her.

❝You really don't. You look absolutely breath-taking, I don't see the problem❞

❝I'm wearing a dress! that's the problem❞

It was funny though, watching her waddle her way around the bedroom, cursing and grumbling under her breath, aware you were seconds away from laughing at her. Not because she was wearing a dress, but now she was starting to walk just like you do when you wear them.

❝Do I really have to wear this all night?❞

❝It's only for a few hours Vika, I promise that you really do look beautiful. I was starting to forget what your legs looked like for a minute, they look sexy. Even your boobs look great⎯❞

❝Shut it. Let's go❞

Sevika ignored you for a straight hour. No particular reason, she was just flustered. Every time she turned around, you were there looking at her, a smirk resting on your lips. You made such noticeable flirts with her, but she just couldn't face it. It took her a few tries to glance in the dumb mirror, you noticed and were flushed because she smiled. The dress hugged her body perfectly, even her ass looked delicious.

The light brush of your fingers across her spine caught her off guard, ready to fight someone until your soft laugh filled her ears, humming. You couldn't help but adore the way she looked at herself, just staring. She didn't even know she could look somewhat good in a dress, but she was just so pretty.

❝Told you, you look beautiful. My beautiful girl. Although, i can't wait to take it off you❞

The other thing? your subtle flirts were something she always caught onto. Even if you were trying so hard to make them not known, she got them anyway. And her deep blush was something you always caught onto, loving the way you were able to make her feel so soft, and small.

❝Well, hurry up because I'm starting to feel cold in this shit. Please be kind and carry my shoes, my feet hurt❞

The brat has only been walking around for 30 minutes, and most of the time you've been here, she's been sat down. Of course, you loved her so you can't complain.

❝Of course, my Queen. Anything for you❞

i was looking at random dresses and i honestly had thoughts of Sevika wearing this, don't ask me why. Just a simp, doing simp things. I can't stop writing about her, im sorry guys.

It's short, but so is my attention span.

I was also going to drop this tomorrow, but it's love day and ily so.

#sevika imagine #sevika x you #arcane sevika #sevika #sevika x reader #holy #let me marry her already pls

[thedepressedjuggalette]

hey so I saw your "THIS SHIT AIN'T NEW WHEN IT COMES TO ROWLING!" Reblog and i have always had this thought in mind.

you know how the Harry Potter fandom and you know how it is more well known that the bigger the fandom the chances of maybe mass harassment of some on who says something even wrong for like a piece of media like as an example how Anime Fan's tend to go after anyone who is even uncomfortable about what is shown or how fans of celebrities do not take it well when you point out that some one they like is awful?

I have been thinking, was there a chance that some one who tried to point out the nasty implications in the series could have been chased out due to trying to criticize the work and may have done so well that people like forgot?

its like I can't help but feel paranoid that that could have happened and been forgotten. because fandoms can be awful or cruel to critics.

That wouldn't be surprising, hell I might as well say YES because I can damn near guarantee that it's happened multiple times and is still happening to this day, but to take your consideration further as to commentate on the problems of fandom culture… I am gonna go on a bit of a tangent/rant so if you don't want to read that understand that you're spot on.

Anime/Weeb culture has existed and doubled down on and incentivized by the Anime and even Manga creators/studios to such an extent that women are outright ostracized to a point that it's disgusting. I have a question?

How many men have been asked to name every single anime title that had been created in the 90’s?

How many men have been asked to name every single song on the 12 album of the Beetles in order of length and then in order that is played?

How many men have been asked to name every album made by Sleep Token?

I can, with my full chest, say that no man has been asked these sorts of questions. But a woman? They've been asked these sort of things a million times for a million different fandoms.

I myself haven't, despite being a woman, only because I rarely interact with fandoms and do my best to avoid these sorts of situations, specifically online where I can easily be assumed to be the opposite gender. But there is also another aspect to it when it comes to anime as you've indirectly pointed out:

The treatment of female characters in just about 98% of anime and 99% of Isekai anime. That being female characters are either damsels in distress or just tits on a stick.

Softcore porn because the creators honestly think that their viewers are so unabashedly stupid and lack an attention span to such a point that they think they need to shove enough tits and ass shots – doubly so for under age characters – in order to keep the viewers’ attention.

Many weebs defend this sort of behavior because and I quote “Anime isn't for girls”.

My response is always, “Then you need to stop watching every anime made by women and you also have to step away from every magical girl show ever created.”

Fullmetal Alchemist: made by a woman.

Black Butler: made by a woman.

Revolutionary Girl Utena: made by a woman.

Fruits Basket: made by a woman.

Violet Evergarden: made by a woman.

Beastars, motherfucking INUYASHA, DEMON SLAYER, and SAILOR MOON WERE ALL MADE BY WOMEN!

The entire Manga and Anime industries face so much sex-based discrimination that female creators have to hide their genders through a pen-name. Your favorite anime was probably made by a woman who had to hide her gender/identity in order to get it published.

But this will never be acknowledged by the “Boy's Club” that is the Anime/Weeb community and the Industry. They don't want to acknowledge their bullshit.

They don't want to look at the opposite gender as anything other than objects. Objects to save, objects to look at, a pretty face to wank one out to.

It's so easy to piss off the Weebs that it's damn near ridiculous.

Write somewhere “Sakura is actually not useless, read the Light Novels which are actually cannon and she's actually written as a decent character.” and watch how many weebs will be pissed off by that alone.

Make a video talking about how you’re tired of being taken out of Isekai anime because the needless sexualization of the female characters just shoots your immersion down so hard that it hurts, while casually mentioning that you do like Dr. Stone and Demon Slayer, and watch as those casual mentions are ignored and get screamed at by so many weebs that you're forced to ignore it because it's clear they don't care about the other half of the audience.

Try to talk about how female characters are needlessly sexualized in their designs and it's getting to the point that you're unable to take the characters seriously when their own lore shows them to be something else entirely? Yeah good luck with how many assholes call you a “soyboy feminist who hates sexy characters”.

No matter what you do you're gonna get attacked and downed out. And that to me is horrifying.

#vent #rant #anime weeb #sakura haruno #sexism #sexism in anime #sexism in fandom #isekai sucks

[kairahara]

When I was a teenager- somewhere between 14 and 16, I was talking to a friend about homework, and I complained about how hard it was to focus on homework, or to do it even when I wanted to, and how did the teachers expect us to be able to do homework when it was so hard?

My friend didn't really understand what I was talking about. "I can sit and focus on it if I want to, but it is pretty boring" was the gist of what they said.

I blinked. That didn't seem like my experience of things, at all. "Yeah, I mean, tests are pretty boring but they're easy- but homework? You can focus on that?" I asked.

I was good at tests. For the most part, minus math, where the numbers just make my head hurt.

"I mean, tests are boring too, yeah, but homework isn't any harder."

And I was baffled. As I do with a lot of things, I went to other friends and asked. Some, like my best friend at the time who remains one of my closest friends now, had similar problems to me. It wasn't quite exact. They didn't get the creeping, dark pit of dread every time that homework gave me, but it was similar enough, and did say it wasn't hard when they could actually remember to do it.

But they were the only one who experienced the phenomenon of homework the way I did.

As with most things like this, I began to ask myself what was wrong with me. My parents called me lazy about it, I sometimes would cry in my room because even though I wanted to try it felt like an insurmountable wall and I couldn't. My blue carpet scratched at my elbows because I was afraid if I would cry on the bed my parents would hear it creaking as I sobbed. (My dad and grandpa had once told me crying was for the weak. That's another story, though)

So. I looked it up, online on the home computer in our computer room. And increasingly, the one thing I found that fit what I was feeling- and seemed to explain other parts of my life I hadn't ever considered to be problems.

ADHD, though back then it was broken into ADD and ADHD.

And so I begged my parents to let me get tested. My dad thought it was bullshit, but told me "I'll pay for it, your mom will take you."

They found a specialized a few towns over. We went. The moment I walked in the lady, tall and thin like a reed, looked down her nose at me and I had the feeling she was one of those doctors. One of the ones who hates when a patient self diagnosis, one of the ones who thinks their word is law.

I knew I couldn't tell this lady that I was sure I had ADD or ADHD. I had to let her make the decision. And so I acted out of my ass about it.

"Oh, I don't know what's wrong with me, it's so hard to focus- I never seem able to do anything, can you help me doctor, oh please"

and I put on my saddest, wettest face. It probably helps that I have the face of a literal baby and my eyes are huge.

"Well! You've come to the right place, I am an expert!" She said in that sort of voice that hid a sneer. The sort that let me knew I'd been right all along about her.

We did tests. We did an assessment. At one point she hooked my brain up with little electrode pads to a monitor that showed my brain activity like waves on a heart monitor.

Every ten minutes my brain flatlined, and every ten minutes I would get distracted by the mountains becoming a loud angry plain. I can't even remember the inane tasks I was doing now. Something with blocks? And some sort of book?

And all tests came back positive. I had ADHD- and my attention span was sadly only ten minutes. I tried not to be smug that I had been right, my mother seemed surprise I had.

I failed at not being smug on the way home. BUt that was alright, I had a reason I wasn't like everyone else. A reason homework was hard, a reason focusing was hard, a reason everything was-

It didn't stop my parents calling me lazy, and the medications repeatedly made me sick so I stopped taking them. (Maybe, someday, I could try again, but that day is not now and I am a grown ass adult who has some coping mechanisms)

The dread I got when doing homework, and the way my heart raced?

Yeah anyways turns out that part was a general anxiety disorder. Got hit Twice Baby

#kaira rants #story time #adhd #i am having big feelings about it right now

[armpirate]

UNDER YOUR SKIN || JJK || Ch. 34

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: You were awful on anything related to flirting, guys and sex. He was the perfect ladies man. You wanted to get rid of your virginity. And he was there to help you with everything you needed. You didn't have the best start, but that didn't mean you wouldn't have the best of the endings.

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After almost two weeks, I've come to the conclusion that there isn't anything as "enough" when it comes to Jungkook. Every day that I tried to convince myself I couldn't like him more than I do, I prove myself wrong. It's in the cute notes he leaves in my kitchen whenever he has to leave before I wake up, how he picks me up from work just because he wanted to spend the night with me, or even the way his eyes shine whenever I look at them. Or how supportive he has been with absolutely everything that relates to me -and how he's probably the reason why I'm sitting in front of Jimin while he waits for me to open up.

I tell him absolutely everything that's been going down these weeks, explaining everything I remember about that visit to New Jersey and everything I found out. Actually, most part of the session revolves around that topic and his explanation.

What happened made me view men as a threat, and sex as a punishment. Or, at least, it was like that until I worked on it with Jungkook without even being aware of everything that was happening with me. Apparently the way he insisted on getting close to me, and the way we both started, made it impossible for me to try to step back and run like I was used to doing with other guys.

Nightmares have slowly disappeared, and those small "attacks" I'd have whenever I tried to have sex with him were less frequent -until they stopped happening at all.

—It's really good it has had a good evolution in such a short span of time —Jimin notes—. To be honest, when Jungkook told me about you two, I was concerned about you and the dependency you could build around your relationship with him —he lifts his gaze from the computer—. I still am. But seeing the positive effect it's had, I'll just tell you to be responsible for your state.

There isn't much to discuss, yet he notes down another date for a new appointment. I get up and head to the door. Although before I leave, I turn to him again.

—Did Jungkook get the idea of seeing other people from you?

Jimin presses his plump lips together, and lets his back fall into the backrest. Honestly, while I was hearing him say that, all I could remember is Jungkook's words on how he basically forced me to choose him because of the deal. Considering these two are friends, I wouldn't be surprised at the very least Jungkook took the advice Jimin gave him.

—Don't tell him —he asks me.

So that's a yes.

I'm pissed. Really. It annoys me how he got someone's opinion and decided to run with it, instead of trying to talk to me. And even trying to constantly convince me it was a good idea. I totally understand where he was coming from, but seriously? I should've had the last word. I actually should've been the one to choose. He should've told me at least.

What's up with communication and all that bullshit he talked about when we started our deal?

I sigh, stopping myself from getting even more mad while trying to remind myself he's already moved on from that.

But how can someone be so fucking stupid?

It all seems to vanish when I get a drive to the tattoo studio and I see him working from outside. He's drawing on his notebook, resting half of his body on the counter, with the tip of his tongue perking through his lips while he frowns slightly. How does someone actually get mad at him?

I fucking hate him for this.

He smiles without showing his teeth when the sound of the door gets his attention and he sees me. It's like he has that power to make everything that's wrong disappear with just looking at me.

—I didn't expect you so early —he walks to me.

—I wasn't planning on coming so early either, but since you said Mark wasn't here today...

I take several steps in his direction, just to stop a few centimeters away from him. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to his body until there isn't a single gap between us. I mirror him, placing my arms around his neck.

—Hey —he whispers, tucking some locks behind my ear.

—Hey —I smile nervously.

He bends over for a short and sweet kiss, resting his forehead on mine while our noses rub against one another.

—Are you still bored?

—You have no idea —he giggles—. I've been here alone all morning —he finally steps back, so he can look at me properly—. There have only been three customers, and they all wanted small tattoos, so it's not like it took a lot of my time. How did it go?

—Good —I nod—. You were right about Jimin —I point out.

—Told you —he heads to one of the rooms, probably to leave his drawings there—. Want to go for a drink later? —he suggests from the other side.

—Why not?

I take a look at all the piercings displayed on the counter on small boxes, and the differences on their shapes depending on what body part they belong to. Totally lost into those metallic pieces that I'm not even aware of when Jungkook returned, until he places his arms around me again.

—Interested in getting one?

—No —I laugh.

—A tattoo then? —the weight of his chin on my shoulder gives me shiverings.

—Hmm... I'm more curious about tattooing one than getting one, actually.

—Is it? —I feel his cheeks move on mine when he smiles— Go for it then.

—Huh? —I look at him confused.

—Come —he says, holding my hand in his to guide my steps.

He stops in the same room we've spent a lot of time in whenever Mark wasn't around, and where he usually tattoos his customers. Jungkook only lets go of me to place the craftelier next to the tattoo stretcher, moving his chair right next to it.

I'm still standing in the same spot, while he gets comfortable on the tattoo stretcher. He pats a few times in his usual seat, inviting me to sit there.

—Are you serious about this?

—Why not? —he frowns.

—Because I'm not a professional like you.

—Just sit here, I'll guide you.

—Kook, I don't even have a design —I complain, while sitting on his chair.

—Just do what crosses your mind.

—If I fuck up your skin...

—Just do a simple one —he encourages me—. Draw whatever you want —he smiles—. Where do you want to do it?

I move my fingers over his skin, finding a ink free spot on his wrist, next to that snake. I rub my thumb over it, and he takes the hint, moving his arm away. I see him opening a plastic package, getting a razor to move it carefully over that spot and get rid of the thin hairs. When he's done, he starts the machine and hands me a pair of gloves, just to give me the pen soon after.

I'm about to start, but Jungkook pulls from my seat, dragging me closer to him. He helps me to place myself properly, so I can do it in the most comfortable way, by placing my fingers the correct way.

At first, he holds my hand with the other, teaching me how deep I have to dig on his skin with the needle. And at some point, he just lets me do my thing, moving my hair away whenever it gets on the way, smiling with curiosity every time I stop to clean the ink.

—Am I hurting you? —I ask, still deep in the drawing.

—It feels like someone is cutting my arm, actually —he jokes—. But I can handle it, because I'm a tough guy.

—Sure —I roll my eyes.

After a few more traces and jokes, I'm finally done. He looks at the reversed simple heart, that has absolutely nothing to do with the rest of the designs on his arm.

—A heart?—he smiles shyly.

—It was the only thing I could think about —I hand him the pen—. Nothing too personal. If we ever grow apart, it won't really hold any meaning. And it'll be easier to cover it.

—You did it, so it has a lot of meaning —he turns off the machine—. You're under my skin now.

Jungkook shows off that new tattoo, waiting until I take off the gloves and get rid of everything I've used before he moves the chair closer to him again. Close enough to kiss me just by grabbing my chin.

✸ ✸ ✸

We crossed the door, fingers intertwined in a tight grip, as we got inside the pub where we met -and that I learned some days ago it belongs to Tae, his friend.

Jungkook moves my hand, placing it around his waist, along with my other hand, so I walk behind him while he still holds me close to him. I smile against his nape, unbothered about the large number of people that are here today -mainly because it's a good excuse to be so close to him. Not like we need an excuse, but it just feels good.

These two weeks have been like this, actually. Whenever it's just the two of us, we've been behaving like one of those annoying but cute couples I'd see on the street. Those that are unable to get their hands off each other, to the point that make you want to shout at them to get a room, but that also make you wish you had someone with whom you could act like that. We haven't settled anything, and every time I'd ask Jungkook about it, he'd keep saying it's better not to give it a label for now. And it's not like I need a label either. But sometimes, unconsciously, I'd refer to him as my boyfriend, even if it's just mentally. So it's weird having to remind myself that he isn't exactly my boyfriend... at least not yet.

There's also this big contrast whenever we're alone, or with Jimin and Tae -with whom I've hung out a few times already-, and when we hang out with "Soo's group". We go from being all over each other, to standing ten feet apart.

We ask for our drinks when one of the bartenders is finally free, and I'm almost going to step away as soon as I realize there's a gap next to me, but Jungkook stops me. He wraps his arm around my waist, making sure there's no space between our bodies.

—I want you glued to my body, baby —he whispers into my ear.

He kisses the spot right under my earlobe, knowing damn well while he'll create in me just with that soft touch.

We finally get our drinks and move to the first free table we find. Only for me to realize I didn't get a straw. Jungkook also notices it, but doesn't really mind it on his drink.

—I'll ask for one —he attempts to get up.

—It's alright —I stop him—. They're too busy to just waste their time on a straw.

—You hate the ice hitting your teeth —he stands up either way—. I won't bother anyone. I'll just go and pick one. I'll be right back.

Jungkook kisses my forehead, before he makes his way back to the counter. Only that this time he gets behind it, and starts chatting with the bartender that gave us the drinks and a brunette -that probably also works there. Oh wait, she does work here. I remember her from the last time I was here, she seemed to be into Jin that night.

I look away, moving my focus from those three to the rest of the pub. And I can't help but wonder what's going on today for it to be so full of people today.

—Here —Jungkook says above the hubbub.

—Thanks.

When he sits in front of me and takes a sip from his drink, I can tell something in his vibe has changed. He keeps playing with his lip ring -not in the same way he does when he tries to tease me-, and looks away while playing with the full glass in front of him.

—Are you okay?

—Yeah —he nods—. Why?

—Nothing —I shake my head—. I was just checking. 

#fanfic #ff #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookxreader #jk #bts #wattpad #kookie #smut #jungkook smut #tattoistjk #tattooau #Under Your Skin #armpirate

[ghcstvalleychief]

Being honest bible(other casts too)as of now only has his look and being in a successful show going for him because thats mainly his fans come from. And the thing with actors is just like singers if you don't have the next big hit your consider a one hit wonder a stroke of luck and you'll easily fade away. Usually you need to have projects lined up in order to built yourself up. Another reason why not all 16 men will survive this industry if boc doesn't plan well and cast don't learn to adapt.

Exactly!

It's why I wouldn't have even played into this whole family agenda bullshit if I was the rest of them. I would have taken this whole thing for what it was and use it to land my next gig. I'm not sure what their contractual obligations are, but I wouldn't have made the decision to waste my time on this world tour either. Once the show ended, I would have already started looking to book other roles. You're already going to get the fans you're going to get. Your fanbase isn't going to magically change because of this world tour.

We've talked about this quite frequently over here and it always bears repeating. Fans are fickle. The attention span of the average fan is very short. Fan interest ebbs and flows. Sure, you have rabid fans now. But if you don't keep going and don't keep working, you will quickly be forgotten. Your fanbase is only as active as your career is. You may have your die-hard, extremely dedicated fans but that's not going to be the majority of your fanbase. Once the next attractive actor comes walking by, the fans are going to follow their nose. That's if you're lucky enough to have grabbed enough fans during KP's run to begin with. Imagine the cast members on this show that no one talks about.

I think about all the ensemble shows I've watched in the past and most of those cast members rarely have other things lined up. Most of those cast members aren't doing anything now, and it's been years since their show was last on air. The social media engagement isn't anywhere near what it was when the show was still airing. It's an interesting phenomenon to witness actually. You had all these rabid fans at some point in your career and now you don't.

#anonymous #answered asks

[gojoscloset]

“Hello, I just read your writing d**k appointment and I like it very much. And suddenly, I saw that you open the request NSFW dialogue prompts. Would you please write prompt 60 “Looks like someone wants to be a dad/mom” with Gojo or Megumi please 🥺”

Bahaha omg I’m so sorry I’m late as hell I’ve been busy with a lot mentally cause I have the attention span of a goldfish.

Please please enjoy, thank you so much for requesting lol. I’m back on my bullshit ✨

60. “Looks like someone wants to be a mom/dad”

WARNINGS: N S F W

Reposted from previous account

Smut obvs.

Breeding kink???? (if you squint)

Cream pie

Mentions of Pregnancy

No proofread??

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“Looks like someone wants to be a mom.”

You didn’t dare look away from what you thought had to be one of the cutest pairs of baby shoes you have ever laid your eyes on.

“Hmm? What do you mean? I just thought they were cute!” you lifted the pair of shoes up and gave your boyfriend a grin.

But Satoru was no idiot.

You see, these past few months have been filled with nothing but waves of emotions and ideas that you would have never thought you would have contemplated this early in life, but a pregnancy scare earlier in the year shook your world and turned it on its axis.

Of course you had imagined a life with Satoru, possibly married in the later years, and a potential family way wayyy down the line. However, you were content with where you two stood. A strong and healthy relationship, 2 consenting adults in love. But you also had to remember you were 2 powerful sorcerers in love. So even with your line of work, kids at the moment seemed really out of the question. Hell, even being in a relationship with someone like Satoru was a blessing with the lives you two lived. So even the idea of bearing his child seemed like you were asking for a lot from the universe.

When your period came late, all your little fantasies and thoughts of having a family took a step closer to becoming reality, you melted at the idea of becoming a mother and all your fears and doubts were thrown out the window.

But alas, the joy left just as fast as it came you were back on your regular schedule the day before your doctor's appointment. Relieved of course, but things weren’t the same.

Day after day you caught yourself indulging more and more in the idea of what your life would be like with a child. Would your first child be a girl or a boy? Whose features would they take on the most? Oh how you prayed to the gods that they would look more like Satoru than anything.

Would you be a good mother? Would Satoru be a good father? There was no doubt in your mind that he would be.

Don’t even get started on the names.

Your gaze would linger when you would pass up children and their parents at a park. Or when you would pass up baby clothes at the shopping strip, you would stop in your tracks and imagine your future child wearing that outfit.

Secretly you would shop for clothes online just to ‘see what they look like’ Or secretly read first time mom forums on breddit just to ‘See how it feels’ but it was so much more than just a passing curiosity.

And of course, You weren’t the only one who noticed the change.

You and Satoru have been in the love game for a respectable amount of time, and have spent the seconds, hours,days,weeks,months,years, in each other's presence. He would absolutely be able to acknowledge when you’d turn your head in the kids section or when your gaze would linger on the little girls in princess dresses at the market, corners of your lips curling just a little.

Or when a toddler at the grocery store handed him a fake phone,in which he pretended to answer with such enthusiasm you would almost believe he was actually on the phone with someone,he could visibly see how your heart melted at the sight. You looked at him like you wanted to marry him on the spot for the rest of the day. A personal favorite memory of his.

Satoru was a dumbass, but he was not stupid.

You didn’t know how much he loved seeing these little things, the little changes in you. Behind his tinted shades and through his long lashes, he would carefully watch your duality go from powerful sorcerer to something maternal.Something you never did in all the time he has known you until after the scare.

It made him want to jump your bones on the spot and put a baby in you every time, but you never brought up the topic despite seeming to be interested in motherhood, and respectfully he left it alone. But you had been caught red handed almost always.

Satoru held himself back when he had various opportunities to talk about it, do you know how hard that is to do as Satoru?

He wanted to press on. He wanted to pry and ask you all kinds of questions regarding the sudden change, but he knew that there was a time and place for everything, and now was definitely not the time nor location.

“Hey, not bad!” He allowed his glasses to slip off the bridge if his nose ever so slightly to get a better view.

“I would wear these if they came in my size”

He joked, you smacked his arm playfully and laughed.

“Cmon lets g-“

You were about to place the shoes back on the rack but he stopped you before you did. He pulled out his phone and snapped a few photos of the shoes and tag.

“I was being serious” he stated plainly, earning another laugh from the both of you.

——

The rest of the day went on as normal, for the most part. The little interaction at the store replayed not only in your mind but Satoru’s as well.

‘Did I make it too obvious?’

‘Did I overdo it with the shoes?’

‘Is it time to talk about it?’

—-

‘Toru..’ you whined but that didn’t stop him from continuing to bend you like a pretzel while plowing into you.

“Don’t be shy now, you look so good like this. ...And those faces you make....” he licked his lips reaching out to grab your jaw, thumb running across your lip.

Even though you were whining about the embarrassing positions he kept putting you in, your body was on fire and didn’t want this to end.

With every position he managed to go deeper and deeper, hitting places only he knew how to hit. He utilized the curve of his dick just how you liked it, grazing your favorite spots with every thrust.

The way your walls fluttered and clenched against his made them his favorite spots too.

It was crazy to you how Satoru knew your body like nobody else did. He knew every curve, every dip, every corner. He knew what made you weak in the knees and what you disliked with a passion. He knew what made you cream, what made you wet, what made your back arch and your toes curl.

“You like that Hmm?” He bucked his hips, folding your legs up, pushing your knees as close to your chest as possible.

He gazed into your eyes, watching the way your face wrenched in pleasure. He needed that, he loved that. Being able to see your expression contour and twist because of him, god it got him off.

He looked down at you, his usually spiky hair now flattened with sweat, strands sticking to the side of his face. He bit his lip, and gripped your hips with force, bruises were guaranteed.

He brought you closer, you slowed your breathing to control the ride. You two had been fucking long enough to know the Cues, the way your body twitched and the little sounds you would make when you were close triggered the muscle memory and he moved in the way he knew would push you over the edge.

“D..Don't slow down!” You commanded, throwing your head back into the sheets, the familiar tingling sensation starting at your core, his pace picking up, hands trailing down your abdomen, fingers circling around your clit, wet with its own slick.

He couldn’t help but suck on his own bottom lip watching your body rock in rhythm with his, the way your breast bounced, he couldn’t help but grab a handful.

“That’s right baby….” he spoke softly, voice just above the lewd sounds you two we’re making. The squelching, skin slapping skin, the gasping sounds when he would thrust back into you.

He was getting carried away, letting the words just spill from his lips. “Mmmm fuck yeah baby, you feel so fucking good.” He groaned “fuck around and put a baby in you-“

You had been with this man for many many moons, had been through thick and thin, but nothing had prepared you two for that awkward moment.

All movements ceased the second he stopped talking. Both of you pulled away and just looked at each other, embarrassment demonstrated on both of your faces.

Both of you seemed to think about the Barget incident, and then every other incident which made the dirty talk hit different.

“Sorry” Quickly he spoke, in hopes of somehow saving his ass in case things went south.

“W-what for?” You continued to try and mask your feelings about the situation(s), but nothing could get past his eyes.

He was no idiot, you knew that, but you still tried him, because sometimes he lets your shit slide. But not this time.

“Please y/n, I’ve seen the change in you.”

The air was thick, momentarily, but the smile on his face gave you clarity.

“The lingering looks, the shoes at the store… I’ve noticed” his large hands cupped your face, thumb brushing calming shapes against your cheek.

“Is there something we need to talk about?”

He released you from your position and sat up straight.

“Toru…do you really wanna talk about this now?????” Sheepish under the circumstances

“Don’t give me that. We’ve been together too long for you to try and play this game with me.”

His hands found their way to you once again. Pulling you by the wrists, he sat you up and made you look at him as he continued to speak.

“Communication remember?” He was soft, yet stern.

“You haven’t been the same since the missed period incident.” Your jaw dropped, he was on it even with the timing.

There was no sense in hiding anything anymore, this man knows all, this man sees all.

“I’d be lying if I said you were wrong….you see..” you began to pour your heart out, trying your hardest to keep eye contact with him.

“The pregnancy scare heightened the want for a family with you, Satoru. I envision a lot of things, and you being in my future for a long long time is one of them...”

He held your gaze while looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. He listened intently like you were whispering the secrets of the universe to him.

“But I never brought up the topic of family because we’re-“

“Sorcerers” He finished the sentence for you, the small smile he held earlier now turned into a flat line.

The speed in which he did was almost enough to make you flinch. Bittersweet in a way,at least this confirmed that he too thought about a family with you at one point but considered the circumstances.

A“Exactly..” you continued. “And the scare made me realize what I want in life..with you. But it’s out of reach and it’s not something I wanted to project onto- “

His large hands placed themselves in either side of your face and Satoru showered you with kisses.

“I. Love. You. So. Much.” He spoke in between kisses.

“I love you too, but- AH!!! What are you doing??!”

Satoru pulled you by your ankles, placing himself in between your legs once again.

“Putting a baby in you, that's what.” He gave you such a sweet and loving look, it didn’t match the words that spewed from his lips.

“T-that’s not funny…” Quickly, you covered your entrance before he even thought about it.

“Exactly, because it wasn’t a joke sweetheart.”

“Wait, but what about-”

“We’ll be fine, i’m the strongest, remember?” he gave you a playful wink and grabbed your wrists, playfully prying your hands away, he wasn’t going to do anything though, not without your consent, but seeing how flustered he could make you fed the already enlarged ego he owned.

“Now tell me, do you want a boy or girl? Ooh, what about their names?”

“ Satoru… wait… are you sure? Don’t you wanna think about it a little more?”

He let out a playful laugh and pointed a finger dramatically at you, “Are you sure?”

Without missing a beat you nodded, you wanted this so bad, and by the looks of it, so did he.

“That’s all you had to say, let me take care of you, my pillow princess”

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The sultry night was young.How many times have you came already? It didn’t matter.

His arms were wrapped around your entire body, holding you in place as he bounced you up and down his shaft.

“My pretty girl… my sweet sweet princess.” He whispered against your skin, tongue grazing from your collar bone up to your jaw, tasting your sweat. He wanted to breathe you in, and make you his air. The words replayed in his mind as he fucked you senseless.

“and you being in my future for a long long time is one of them...”

“Toru…” Your breathing hitched,, his praise made your walls twitch around him. He got the hint and immediately went to work. In a swift movement you were beneath his form. His skin glistening with a layer of sweat.

“ How do you want it?” he groaned, draping your leg over his shoulder while grabbing the other one, spreading you wider. You were grateful for the change of position, you have been wanting to touch him for a while now but the grip he had you in earlier was not letting it happen.

Your hands hungrily made his way to his chest and arms.

“As long...as I get it…” you managed to mutter through moans. His thrusts became erratic, a sign that he was coming undone as well.

“Look at me..tell me how you want it....tell me how you need it” he licked his lips with desire. You managed to look at him through half lidded eyes, giving him exactly what he wanted, he always did the same for you.

You lifted your hips up some, grinding harder against him, letting more of him fill you up, you could swear you felt his head kiss your cervix. You did a kegel, walls giving his dick a hug.

The actions earned you a breathy moan, he almost lost his cool, it threw off his pace momentarily but when he picked back up, the speed was doubled.

“You like to play dirty, hmm? “

“The only way I like to play…”

“Very well then” he said through grit teeth, finger moving to where you were connected, rubbing your clit in circles without mercy. You were pushed over the edge quickly, mouth Ajar, and body convulsing against him, his movements did not falter.

“That’s my good girl”

He lowered his body down mouth to cage you between his arms, droplets of sweat falling onto the sheets as he tried to avoid sweat falling into your eyes.

“Are you sure?”

He asked once again, not moving an inch until you gave him the go.

You simply stared up at him, goofy grin he always carried on him plastered onto his handsome face.

You gave him the go once again and he bucked his hips.

This particular moment was sweet sweet bliss. Normally Satoru would be careless with his movements when it came to chasing his orgasm, but not this particular one. His touches would linger, fingertips burning themselves into your skin with passion, making their way from your hips to your hands, large fingers filling in the gaps between your own.

His kisses were oh so immaculate. Sweet and soft, but most importantly, abundant.

And the way he spoke your name. Only Satoru could make his words come out like they were coated in honey.

His hips snapped and he gave your hand a squeeze, face in the crook of your neck, the hot breath against your skin forced chills down your spine, with you

“I love you so much…” he groaned into your ear. With a few more bucks of his hips you felt his seed spill into you. You were running on fumes at this point, overkill with the overstim, but that’s how you liked it.

You felt your clit throb, your walls still fluttering against him from your previous climax like they were sucking every last drop of out of him.

He looked down at you silently, but the look on his face, the calm waters in his eyes said everything he needed to say. You couldn’t tear away your gaze, you were already high off the blue dream.

His eyes moved from yours to your lips, they looked needy to him. He bent his head down and planted a kiss, despite the scenario, it was chaste. Innocent. Refreshing.

“I love you.” He repeated, though he had no doubt you felt the same. “I know you do...there is not a single doubt in my mind...and I love you oh so very much, more than I could ever put in words.”

There was another comfortable silence, however, the small smile that was on your face quickly turned into a flustered look when he pulled out of you and spread your legs open, looking at the mess he made inside of you.

“W-what the fuck are you doing?!!”

You laughed nervously and tried closing your legs, but he held them open, too strong for you to try and fight against it.

“I just wanted to see the masterpiece I made. Plus-“ he positioned himself between your legs again

“I’m not done, I want to make sure I get the job done right.”

He gave you a wink, and immediately you knew you were in for a long night.

A very very long night.

#jjk headcanons #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x y/n #gojo satoru #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #gojo x reader #satoru gojō x reader #satoru gojo #Nasty Nept✨

[serialreblogger]

some of your post/reblogs were so relatable to me that more and more I think I may have ADHD (I'm like, at least 70% sure of this and the 30% is me searching for a psychiatrist/therapist that I can trust/afford, anyway) so, since your how to essay post Im talking myself to ask if you have some study tips or tips to focus, anything to help, really. I'm in college and I can't focus to read 2 paragraphs which makes me anxious and makes me procrastinate because I can't study and I HAVE to study so I avoid everything but then I think NOW I have even less time to study and I got stuck in this circle. And because I can't read anything I also cant bullshit my way writing papers that I have to so I don't do this too, so I'm just spiraling more and more with this which also doesn't help with the depression. And I'm so, so SORRY to dump my problems on you (this isn't my intention here) but if you have some tips or don't mind talking about what you do to study I really appreciate it with all my heart.

oh friend, i’m so sorry to hear you’re goin through that, it’s EXTREMELY relatable tho. everything you just wrote basically sums up my entire first year of university (just add in a couple dozen spiralling panic attacks on the basement floor and you’ll be me), and while i wish i had advice i could promise would solve the issue, i don’t... know? that i would recommend doing exactly what i did? because while i made it through university with ridiculously good grades, i also exacerbated a pre-existing anxiety disorder to the point where i literally could not bear being alive for a while there.

but for whatever it’s worth, and bearing in mind that you need to prioritize your own well-being WAY above whatever grades you get on a stupid piece of paper, here’s some tips on how to get through course readings, based on what i’ve learned through blood, tears, trial and error:

don’t read the full two paragraphs, to start. ADHD makes reading academic articles hell, but (and i genuinely don’t know if this is possible for anyone else, the chemical cocktail of debilitating anxiety that was my brain at the time made me do things i otherwise couldn’t and definitely shouldn’t) i did manage to finagle a way to make it work for me.

See, the thing about academic papers is that they’re very nicely organized. every paragraph is dedicated to making an individual point, which is introduced at the beginning and summarized, more or less, towards the end. this means you can get a very handy-dandy trick, because here’s the thing about ADHD brains: we’re VERY GOOD at making connections.

so here’s the trick: you don’t actually have to read the paragraphs. Not the full ones, anyway.

Let’s break it down:

First, what is the overall reading meant to address? What’s the title of the book or article? Is there a heading or subtitle to provide you with extra information?

Second, what is the thesis statement in your paragraph? Yes, every essay has a thesis statement, but every paragraph also has a specific point to make, which is stated in a sort of mini-thesis, typically right at the beginning.

Once you know this thesis statement, the rest of the paragraph is just fleshing out and providing evidence for that statement. You can keep reading if you need more information to understand what the author’s getting at, but once you’ve got that thesis statement, the rest is just there to get in your way.

For neurotypicals, I think, it’s maybe necessary to read this stuff all the way through? I don’t know. What I do know is that, for ADHDers, we tend to be very, very good at making extrapolations from very minimal information, based on all the surrounding context.

You don’t need to do the full readings. You just need to read the first sentence, process what it’s saying, and skip over the rest.

(if the first sentence of the paragraph is nonsense to you, don’t panic. often the first sentence or even the whole introductory paragraph is intentionally confusing, so if there’s something you don’t understand, disregard it and move on to the second sentence, or the next paragraph.

this happens often, because a lot of academic writing is just a power play on the part of the writer. “Look How Smart I Am Compared To You, You Have To Work So Hard To Figure Out What I’m Saying,” etc. Don’t buy it, tho--the true measure of intelligence isn’t how thoroughly you can confuse someone else, it’s how effectively you can share the knowledge you have. Intelligence is useless if you can’t share it.

Do whatever you can to make it through essential readings, but don’t be intimidated by them. If you can’t understand them, it’s not because you aren’t “smart enough,” it’s because they’re badly written.)

Final notes: this process is meant to walk you through reading papers, but it also lowkey applies to a lot of insurmountable tasks in academia.

You look at a 5-page paper, look at your attention span, and immediately despair because yeah, that’s impossible. The solution is not to expand your attention span, because that’s also impossible. So, instead, don’t look at the 5 pages.

Look at an impossible task, and break it down into its smallest pieces.

Don’t look at the 5 pages, don’t even look at the first two paragraphs. Make a plan for how reading a single paragraph might be possible for you (in this case, break the paragraph down into its own components, and skim over most of them in favour of reading only the most necessary portions). Then focus on finding those one or two sentences you need in the very first paragraph. That’s doable.

You do that, and then you move onto the next.

It’s extremely difficult, especially for ADHDers, to limit your mental vision to the most immediate task and stop looking at the big picture, but it’s also necessary. If you can find a way to make the smallest tasks possible for you, you can break the big, impossible ones down until they’re made of tiny chores. You can do tiny chores. You can read one sentence, take five minutes to process it, but you can read it. That’s all you need to be able to do.

Read one sentence. Skip the rest. Move on to the next paragraph. Repeat.

That’s the real secret, the one that got me through university. It’s impossible to complete a biology lab, it’s impossible to read this entire interminable textbook, so don’t think about the impossible tasks. Think about the single step directly in front of you, focus entirely on that, and eventually, the impossible tasks will be done.

(The other thing I recommend is not taking a full courseload. Please, please, please make sure that in addition to getting your schoolwork done, you also have enough time left over for you to truly relax, and not feel guilty for doing so. If you’re getting intrusive thoughts halfway through an essay, but instead of terrible things you’re thinking about your latest favourite TV show and feel like your brain is thirsty to watch it? You’re working too hard. Take it from someone who ignored their own mental needs until it wrecked them past the point of continuing--burnout is not fun, and you deserve to protect yourself from it. Take it slow. Your wants are just as important as your needs, and both are way more important than your schoolwork.)

#again i genuinely don't know if this will work for you #adhd brains are above all nigh-impossible to wrangle #so if you can't get this method to work for you that's OKAY. you're already doing your best #if possible do get a doctor/psychiatrist you trust to provide a diagnosis bc that will open some avenues for learning assistance #and again. i really. cannot stress enough how little i recommend a full courseload with adhd #stuff takes more time for you! that's just how it works! #if you can get medication and/or extra accommodations from your school i don't doubt that would be 10x as helpful as anything i can provide #but for whatever it's worth #here's how i survived #linden writes an essay #adhd #academia #ask linden

[recurring-polynya]

Hello, don't know if you are still doing requests but would love to hear your thoughts on my fav character kukaku shiba! Congrats on the 500! Can't wait for BLEACH 2021!!! (also if the requests are specifically drabble I'd love to hear some ikkaku/renji banter or headcanons instead) 🦑

These are both very good requests and they’re the only ones I’ve gotten so far, so you can have a two-fer.

Kuukaku is awesome. She is the best Shiba. I love everything about her. I am extremely pro her terrible architecture choices. I hope that the moment Yoruichi set foot in her house, cold shivers went down the spines of at least 10 people in Soul Society. I would ship her and Yoruichi, but that is waaaaay too much top in one relationship. Mostly, I want to see them go on Ocean’s 8 style capers together where they look extremely good and own people.

The thing I want to know most about the Shiba is how they got kicked out of being a Great Family. I like to think that after Isshin’s disappearance (it also bothers me to NO END that we don’t know whether Kaien died first or Isshin vanished, so I made an executive headcanon decision that Kaien died first, and also that both events happened in a relatively short span) and Kuukaku raised hell about not enough investigation being done, and was basically fomenting rebellion and was using her power to poke into a bunch of rich dudes’ business, so they had her family demoted on the merits of “conduct not becoming a noble family” or some shit. If Kuukaku doesn’t own a jacket that says “If I die, drop my body on the steps of the Central 46″, I will eat my hat.

This is a bit of a hot take, but I do not actually want more canon Kuukaku content. Bleach has too many characters, and it would be better if more of them were allowed to be cool and mysterious in the background. If I ever find out how Kuukaku lost that arm, I want to find out from a brilliant fanficcer who has spent three years thinking this shit out. I would, however, very much appreciate (1) filler episode where Isshin goes back to Soul Society to sheepishly apologize to all the people who grieved for him, and I want Kuukaku to put him through some sort of humiliating Shiba penitence ritual. Also, I want her to teach Karin and Yuzu to build fireworks and smoke pipes and bully their brother. For some reason, I see Yuzu taking to this more naturally than Karin.

B PART!!

Ikkaku/Renji banter, set shortly after the end of the Soul Society Arc: Renji shows off his new bankai. I admit I went slightly over 500 words, like we all didn’t know this would happen.

“So have you thought about if you’re gonna be one of those ‘straight-to-bankai’ guys, or a slow roller?” Ikkaku asked as he hopped the fence to Training Field #3.

“Oh, straight to bankai,” Abarai replied as he followed. “Right away. Gonna show up to fights in bankai, if possible.”

“That’s probably the right choice for you. You get beat up a lot. Okay. Go ahead. I’m ready.”

Renji wrinkled up his face for a moment, and drew his sword. He rolled out his shoulders and, with a flick of his wrist, released into shikai. He raised his eyebrows. “Eh? Nice, huh? Right?”

“Yeah, no release command, great. Get to the good part,” Ikkaku replied boredly, investigating the contents of his ear with one finger.

“You gotta back up a little bit. It’s kinda big.”

Ikkaku glowered at him and took a step backwards.

“Like three more steps.”

Ikkaku sighed heavily, and took three bored steps backward. He thought he had done a better job teaching Abarai to be cool about stuff, but every time the kid managed to do anything decent, he turned into a big, fucking puppy about it. Or maybe it was just around him. Ikkaku decided not to interrogate that too deeply.

“Bannnnn-KAI!”

Ikkaku had to take a jump backwards to avoid a massive coil of bony snake. “Fucking sweet!” he exclaimed.

“I know, right?!” Abarai crowed. “Listen to this!”

Ikkaku’s field of view suddenly filled with a lot of fangs and glowing eyes. The skeletal jaws opened wide and a brain-jarring SKCHREEEEEEEEEEEECCCCCHHHHH!! filled all his senses. If Ikkaku had any hair, it would have been blown back. Fortunately, the thing did not have breath, although knowing Abarai, if his bankai had breath, it would just smell like cookies, or some shit.

“What good does that do?” he shouted back, hitting one of his ears with the palm of his hand, trying to get his hearing to come back. 

Abarai’s mouth was moving, but Ikkaku couldn’t hear him. Oh, well, the kid sure could blather. “--mmmph mmblle defense!”

“Mmm, sure,” Ikkaku agreed, pretending like he’d paid any attention to that. “What the fuck are you wearing? Yumichika is gonna piss a brick when he sees that thing.”

“It’s a stole!” Renji frowned defensively. “Look, it’s got a baboon skull on it!”

“Why the hell do you have a baboon skull? Your bankai’s a fucking snake.”

“It’s actually a nue. A baboon snake.”

“Sounds like some nerd shit to me. So, are you gonna let me fight that thing?”

“Yeah yeah yeah! I thought maybe you could go to bankai and we could have a bankai-to-bankai fight!”

“No.”

Renji’s face fell. “No?”

“You know I don’t have bankai.”

Renji scowled. “Madarame, I’ve seen it.”

“Someone probably hit you on the head too many times and you dreamed it.”

“Come on, what better thing do you have to do with that three tons of hot mess than fight my bitchin’ snake guy? And Captain Kuchiki says it’s gonna take a lot of training before it’s ready to use in battle. Who better--? I mean, I thought, maybe--”

Ikkaku sucked his teeth and scratched his ass. “I told you, kid, I’m done with you. I don’t want people thinking you fight like me. Besides, for fuck’s sake, you outrank me. You should start acting like it.”

“That’s bullshit!” Renji protested. “You’re just worried that if you keep training me, I’ll figure out how to beat you.”

Ikkaku snorted. “Is that how it works? A guy offers to do something nice like training you, and you spend the whole time trying to reverse engineer his whole fucking deal and figure out how to beat him?”

Renji made a face. “Well…”

“You aren’t even in my squad anymore, junior. Kuchiki thinks you need training, go tell him to train you himself. You’re his problem now.”

“That would be-- I mean, if he would-- wait!” Realization started to dawn over Renji’s face. “Wait, are you suggesting--?”

Ikkaku drew his sword and shook it out into its polearm form. “Fuck, you talk a lot. First one with a concussion buys drinks.”

“You’re on!” Renji agreed with a grin.

#kuukaku shiba #renji abarai #ikkaku madarame #500 follower drabble weekend #i'm taking requests thru monday! #so send 'em in!

[leonawriter]

The Smell of Coffee and Bandages

Read it on AO3

Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Pairings: Chuuya/Dazai, pre-relationship.

Summary: Chuuya works as a barista at a coffee shop, and sure it's something he's bored doing, but he's good at it. And then some guy in way too many bandages walks in and ruins his day.

Notes: Entirely inspired by me complaining with my friends over how there are coffee shop AUs in every fandom, but so many of these things (as well as most other mundane AUs) leave out the very things that I see as being the most interesting about the characters.

So, this is more like a mix between a 'mundane' AU, and a canon divergence of probably well over a decade ago.

...

Life could be worse, or at least that's what Chuuya thinks to himself as he makes yet another cafe latte. He's lost count, and it's only mid-morning. If he's honest - which, given he has to not drive the customers away, he can't be - he's bored as hell and can't wait to get free of this.

But still, things could be worse than a boring, stepping-stone job he's going to get out of and be only too happy to leave behind him as soon as he can. Although it's best not thought about why, when it's his ability to control gravity that's keeping the coffee shop afloat. 

Quite literally floating, to the discomfort of some who've either never seen an Ability being used before, or never seen his Ability being used before. A few of his old classmates had even given him strange looks, having only seen him floating pens and pencils in plain view before, if he could help it.

So, he busies himself with his work, mind half on the monotony and people watching, half on about a dozen other things he's hoping to be doing, making mental notes of what name goes to who, wondering if any of the people waiting in line had Abilities of their own.

It wasn't like there were that many of them, after all. Just enough that the general public knew they existed. Enough that there'd been laws enacted, to make sure those with Abilities had the same rights as anyone else - like people thinking it'd be just fine to do things just because they weren't like them-

A cup gets passed to him by the new trainee who's manning the tills, as well as the order; it only takes a moment, the actions ones he could do in his sleep by now, and then he's calling out the name written on the cup, and...

He blinks, taken aback just for a moment, because most normal people just don't have that many bandages everywhere. Chuuya can't see much more than the fact that they disappear into the guy's clothes like that, but, all the same. It's kind of concerning.

Bandages Guy - "Dazai", if that's the guy who's waiting for his coffee - smiles, though, as if there's nothing wrong with this picture at all and also as if he doesn't look like he's just escaped from a hospital ward.

Chuuya reaches out, coffee in hand, to pass it over, and that's where everything goes wrong.

...

First, he doesn't really notice anything, other than the fact that his fingers are brushing against Bandages Guy's in just that sort of way that's kind of awkward.

A moment later, and sure, the guy's got his coffee, but by then, Chuuya isn't really paying attention to that.

The sound of a great many things suddenly crashing to the ground as gravity - for a split second, just long enough - took hold once more, was deafening.

For a moment he just stands there, confused, because he's been doing this for so long he knows a simple lapse in concentration won't phase his grip on his Ability, so what-

How-?

...

It's about this time that Bandages Guy - or, as Chuuya is going to start calling him very soon, The Asshole - starts to laugh. It'd probably be a nice laugh, one he'd want to listen to, if it weren't for the fact that right now it's aimed at him, and the entire cafe is filled with the smell of coffee, and he's starting to wonder, and yet it can't be, the world can't be that cruel... can it?

"Oh!" Then again, by the expression on The Asshole's face, maybe it can. "So it was you who was keeping everything up like that! I had no idea!"

Chuuya leans forward, furious with the knowledge of knowing how much he's going to have to clean up, how much is coming out of his salary, and how much time is going to be wasted, and all because, if he's right, because of this person.

"Bullshit," he says, breaking his customer service face just for this one man, who barely even blinks at the anger directed at him, "what was it you just did?"

"Did? All I did was take my coffee," he says, as if butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. Bullshit, Chuuya wants to say again, especially because the Asshole is smiling again. "Although, perhaps I would have been more careful had I known that you were the one with the amazing Ability. Or, you could wear gloves!"

Chuuya might not have that level of intuitive smarts of some people he'd heard of, but even he could read between the lines.

"You caused this, didn't you. You-"

"Now, now, you're in front of so many people, you don't want to give your shop a bad name, do you? But since I helped cause this, I'll help you clean up!"

He span around, turning away from the Bandaged Asshole and barks orders in his role as Assistant Manager for his subordinates to get the mops and buckets and cloths out to clean up the complete and utter mess, and only once he's done that, does he turn back around to face the customer-turned-disaster instigator.

"No. No way. You're going to stay at least five feet away from me at all times while I'm working. Understood?"

"Does that not count for when you're not working, then?"

Chuuya opens his mouth, and closes it again.

No, just... no. Don't give in to the temptation to deck a customer in the face. You're a trained martial artist. Asshole or not, he's obviously already beat up enough, even if it obviously hasn't taught him anything.

Aside from which, it'd be counter-productive in the extreme, since then everything Chuuya had started to fix using his Ability would then be ruined again.

And the Asshole, this Dazai, was still just stood there, holding his coffee, smiling, even though like everything and everyone else in the shop now, he was smelling strongly of coffee from everything that had spilled.

...

C. Oda.

.

Dazai walks out of Yokohama Port Coffee with a smile still on his face, and waves sheepishly over at the man who'd arrived earlier, ordered his coffee earlier, and had been waiting, as well as watching everything go down.

"Don't look at me like that," he whined, "it really was an accident. Besides, like I told him, I didn't really know that it was him."

The older man shook his head.

"Really."

They continued walking a little way, and Dazai took a sip of his coffee, making a satisfied expression at the taste of it. It really was good coffee.

"I may have had my suspicions," he admitted. Which was tantamount, with Dazai, to a full confession that the entire scenario had been planned from the start.

"You do realise he's never going to let you back in there again, don't you."

Which would be an actual shame, he thinks, even though he did know before that it was a possibility. Who knew the short barista who needed gravity manipulation just to get at the harder-to-reach tools of his trade and who just did his job oh so nicely most of the time, bit back like that?

So many amazing, fascinating, and overall fun reactions.

"Awww, but Odasaku, we hardly even know each other, he only said he wouldn't let me near him in working hours!"

"Dazai, whatever you're thinking..."

"...Yes?"

"....Be careful, at least? You I can understand, but I don't want to get kicked out of everywhere too just for associating with you."

"Right, right!" There's a pause in conversation and train of thought both while they cross the road. It takes a few paces on the pavement again before Dazai remembers what he was going to say. "I really do want to talk to him again, though. An Ability like that... who knows, maybe in another life we'd have known each other in some other way... ah! Hey, hey, maybe you should add something like that into your book?"

Odasaku sighs, still looking straight ahead, and says, "Maybe."

A maybe like that most likely meant probably not, Dazai, but it wasn't an outright no either, and just like with the Barista from earlier who was cute when he was angry, all small and red and full of temper, Dazai would take what he could get.

Although, maybe he should wait a while to let things settle down before going back.

#bungo stray dogs #bsd stuff #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #soukoku #Leona fic