#he's the adhd side of the diagnosis so he's way more likely than me to be reckless so i forgive him for that

[jjtheresidentbaby]

Hey could I please request a newly diagnosed autistic little reader x daddy Eddie pls? Because I’m feeling very insecure about it and I don’t know what to do now that I have a diagnosis and it’s really overwhelming

Overwhelmed | Eddie Munson x Reader

A/n: okay hi anon I’m really hoping I did this correctly as I am not a diagnosed autistic and I don’t want to do any injustice to anyones diagnosis/condition. I do have suspected adhd or autism so I implemented my own sensory issues/stims , please please let me know if I’ve done something wrong though, my intention is never to offend anyone!!

A/n .2 : this is for you specifically anon, your diagnosis does not change who you are as a person in any bad way, you are amazing in every single way you always have been! My messages are always open if you ever wanted to talk, it can be about anything, tell me all about your special interest if you’d like, anything and everything <3

Warnings: mentions of dnd monsters, diagnosis insecurity, sensory issues, stims, anxiety/feeling overwhelmed

~

“Are you okay baby?” You whine at Eddie’s caring words, you’re not okay but he’s having fun and you don’t want to wreck that. It’s just too loud and your sweaters scratchy and you need to move but can’t as this Hellfire meeting is very important.

“Little one, what’s wrong?” Eddie turns to you in an instant, letting the Hellfire members ramble to each other and ignore the slight interruption you’re causing.

“It- it’s kinda loud Ed’s and I’m just uncomfortable.” Within seconds Eddie’s getting the attention of everyone standing at the other side of the table.

“Guys we’re gonna have to cut this meeting short, we will pick up later this week with Wills decision on the monsters he’s fighting or not.” The clubs faces all have the same confused expression but Eddie’s tipping his head over to you and they’re quick at packing up their respected stuff while Dustin calls up Steve to give the kids rides home.

“Ed’s you didn’t have to do that, I’m okay.” You say quietly, you always get insecure about having to leave fun experiences early because of sensory issues or some other problem others don’t seem to have.

“Nonsense, I told you I’d always be there for you and I intend to stick to that.” He’s referring to the day you had come home with that little envelope that confirmed all the suspicions you had, it gave an answer to everything and that terrified you. But Eddie was right there to reassure you that you are still you and he doesn’t care what that envelope says since he loves you and will do his best to support you in any way.

“You’re too good to me.” You’re lifted up onto Eddie’s hip as he closes his book up and watches the kids file out to the parking lot.

There’s a few minutes he waits, holding you close while making sure each kid is picked up by someone, then he walks you both over to his van. Eddie gets you situated in the back so you’re able to with-go wearing a seatbelt, it might be a tad unsafe but the feeling of the strap against your chest always felt suffocating. Your boyfriends been more than understanding with the issue.

“How you doing back there sweetheart?” He can probably see how you keep pulling at your shirt collar, it’s a tell tale sign that you’re getting more overwhelmed.

“Mm- I don’t like this Ed’s.” You’re close to tears at the feeling of your skin almost vibrating under your clothes, it’s an awful sensation in your opinion.

“I know love, we’re almost home.” You try to nod at the reassurance in Munsons tone yet you can’t find it in yourself to.

~

As soon as you two enter Eddie’s trailer you’re stripping the sweater you had off and all but ripping the jeans from your legs. Your breathings getting worse the more overwhelmed you get, you’re about to just slide to the wall and start rocking the same way you did as a child when this would happen but Eddie’s appearing in no time.

“Arms up.” You listen, letting him slip a ‘Metallica’ oversized shirt over your head then a pair of his old basketball shorts onto your legs. It’s much much better than the outfit you had on before.

“What else can I do to help?” Eddie stands beside you as you start to pace and flap your hands up and down rapidly.

“Um- Um- can you jump with me?” Eddie has a grin across his face as he gently takes your hands and you two begin to bounce up and down. Hums start to come from you, a vocal stim Eddie mirrors at time, now is one of those times, the trailer quickly fills up with both of your hums and the sound of the floorboards squeaking under you.

“Helping?” You nod happily, the anxiety leaving your system as you jump a little higher.

“Mm! Thank you, thank you!”

“Always baby, always.”

#jj writes #stranger things agere #eddie munson #eddie x reader #little!reader #caregiver!eddie #autistic reader

[plasmasimagination]

Um, hi! I hope you're doing well! I saw your match up event and I'd like to request a Genshin and HSR match up (if you still can ofc, I don't wanna force it owo). I don't really wanna be paired with any of the female characters (as much as I love em, I perceive them more as best friends or sisters than possible lovers, if that makes sense—).

1. My pronouns are she/her. My MBTI is ENFP.

2. I hope you don't mind if I give you more than my big 3 in Astrology, since the planets up until Saturn (especially Venus, since it's in conjunction with my Sun, and Saturn, since it's in conjunction with my Rising) are pretty prominent for me. My Sun is in Aries ♈️, my Moon is in Leo ♌️, and my Rising is in Cancer ♋️. My Mercury is in Aries ♈️ as well (natal retrograde), my Venus is in Pisces ♓️, my Mars is in Aquarius ♒️, my Jupiter is in Libra ♎️ (natal retrograde), and my Saturn is in Cancer ♋️ and a few degrees away from my Rising.

3. As for my appearance, I have a height of 147cm (idk what it is in inches and feet, but it's pretty short, I know, it runs in our family), and I'm on chubby side when it comes to my body, but I sure as hell don't have an hourglass body shape. I have wavy-ish black hair (currently experiencing some form of hair loss tho) that reaches just above my chest. I also wear glasses and my fingernails are often short because I bite them.

4. A lot of who I am is influenced by the fact that I have ADHD (mostly hyperactive/impulsive presentation), so I tend to be restless and hyperactive, energetic and talk excessively, sensitive and emotional (emotional dysregulation go brr haha). I have pretty strong opinions about a lot of things (mostly politics and social issues), but I'd be open to discussion that could possibly change my mind unless I consider the view to be morally or wholly wrong with regards to other people.

I consider myself to be intuitive and able to sense even the slightest change of emotion or energies within someone or in a room, wanting to be the one to support, comfort, and advise someone when they need it. Idk, I like feeling needed and wanted by others. I'm pretty expressive with my emotions and can become easily vulnerable and share/be open about them to others. I do know that I often don't like being told what to do or how to feel, in addition to becoming defensive, closed-off, and silent after being given certain criticism/comments.

5. As for what my friends think about me, they probably find me a bit too overwhelming, especially when I become too restless and overthink and about tasks, but I'm also kind of the mom friend in my friend groups, trying to be a lil level-headed and making sure everyone doesn't get into too much trouble. I'm also pretty affectionate with them, saying how much I appreciate and love them often, confiding to them about how I feel and vice versa. I enjoy showing and giving love to the people I care about, and sometimes I get scared that I'm too annoying or that I'm overwhelming.

6. Other info about me is that I love playing games, designing, and learning in general. My love languages are words of affirmation and quality time. Because of my diagnosis and my experiences in life, I'd like someone who'll make me feel at ease, someone who won't judge or limit me, but instead support and be patient with me, especially when I (inevitably) fuck up. I like being reassured and having healthy communication okay—

I hope this isn't too much— Thank you so so much in advance, and please take care, wherever you currently are! Sending lots of energy and appreciation your way! 🥹🫶

Heyy sweetheart

.

.

.

ALBEDO

Albedo is calm and analytical, he's a non judgemental being and always open to learn more about his sweetheart

Similar to you, he enjoys learning and designing, he's very open to any new knowledge, so there could be mutual conversations about different topicd

Albedos calm nature can provide you with reassurance, his patient and quiet attitude can provide you with a comfortable feeling without feeling overwhelming

He's willing to support and encourage your interests.

When combining this with his love for words of affirmations, it creates a comfortable environment all around.

As an alchemist, he appreciates you sharing your thoughts and feelings, opening an environment of healthy communication.

JING YUAN

Jing yuan, the perfect man

He's incredibly good at communication and reading people

He's the type of person that you could tell everything that bothers you without feeling like he's gonna judge you or disregard your feelings

He's a general, meaning he's dealt with a lot of new people at the job, he's got more than enough patience and rarely gets frustrated or mad

His love languages are mostly words of affirmations and physical touch

His sweet words and soothing voice could make anyone fall to their knees

Jing yuan is someone you can love for an eternity and he'll never get enough of it, his heart is always open and he'll definitely rainprocrate your love and offer you the same if not more back

#honkai star rail #hsr x reader #genshin fluff #honkai star rail x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact x reader #honkai x reader #genshin headcanons #jing yuan x gender neutral reader #jing yuan x y/n #jing yuan x you #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x male reader #albedo x reader #albedo x you #albedo x y/n #albedo x male reader

[sonicphobia0601]

Okay bro but hear me out ... Billie bust up but it takes place in 1966

That would not really make sense, since a cursory lookup of the year is a major timeline of events for the LGBTQ+ since it saw early progress despite the fact that the 1960s was a time of discrimination, harassment and activism. In fact, if Billie Bust Up was released in the 1960s, the devs might have been arrested or worse for producing the game. But I think they might have also gotten along well with the Mattachine Society. I'm not an expert on LGBTQ+ history but I don't think Billie Bust Up would have such a positive effect at that time. But on the flip side, there was also the Equality Begins at Home campaign. But if you're talking both timeline and historically, it might not work as well as the concept seems. That might be more of a question for the Billie Bust Up official account on Tumblr rather than someone like me. And that leads to another problem: since the game is also has characters that have neurodivergence (such as Barnaby and Aristotle having autism, Billie having ADHD, etc). And neurodiversity wasn't a term used until the 1990s. So it would not work.

Unrelated note: I got a theory on how Barnaby got his autism diagnosis since in the 1920s I think Barnaby would be considered eccentric. Since he died around the 1920s (from what I gathered), he might have killed a doctor who specializes in autism sometime between 1990-2024. After the supposed doctor's death, the doctor might have noticed things about Barnaby that lines up with autism (difference in communication, the fact that he might be struggling to communicate why he might want you to join his party. More tangible proof from the Barnaby proposition cutscene and "A Million Gruesome Ways to Die": giving too much eye contact, overly exaggerated facial expressions, hooting a lot, overly knowledgeable about one subject, and a seeming lack of boundaries... Such as standing too close to someone) and ran a few experiments without him knowing. Or that doctor might have given Barnaby an autism test. I'm not sure but from what I gathered, Barnaby is going to have to have his autism diagnosis sometime between 1990-2024. Therefore I don't think that Billie Bust Up in 1966 would 100% work due to the factor that there is also neurodivergent representation. Sorry, dude.

#billie bust up #bbu barnaby #barnaby bbu #barnaby #video games

[knickynoo]

If Marty was officially diagnosed with ADHD (or ADD in those days), how would his family (including Doc) handle it, you think?

An ADHD Marty-themed ask? This is one of my favorite headcanons. Let's consider this scenario, shall we?

Doc would handle it very well. In fact, there's a decent chance Marty would fly through the door of the garage all flustered and crackly-voiced like, "Aw, Doc! They're tellin' me I got this ADD thing," and Doc would nod and go, "Yes, yes, of course you do. Hand me the socket wrench, Marty."

Really, though, I think it's quite possible that Doc would know a bit about ADD, even though it wasn't super well-known or understood in the 1980s. But I can see him having come across literature on it and being intrigued, sort of diving into whatever information he can get because--being an intelligent, science-minded guy--things involving the brain would fascinate him. Along the way, he'd likely connect the dots in the similarities between symptoms and Marty's own behavior and have a lightbulb moment. Be like, "Duh."

Doc would be more open-minded regarding ADD than most people were during that time. In the 80s, it was mostly seen as something only very young boys had, and it was typically only the "severe" cases that actually got diagnosed and treated. People thought it was something you grew out of in late teens/early adulthood, and many didn't even see it as a disorder but rather just a case of bratty, undisciplined kids. Doc wouldn't follow that line of thinking and would probably be ahead of the times in terms of his understanding of the disorder.

He'd be very supportive of Marty and use whatever knowledge he's able to gather to help his friend figure out tools and coping strategies. (And I wouldn't put it past post-trilogy Doc to use time travel to see what new developments there are in the realm of ADD--now ADHD!--in the future)

Side note: I also headcanon Doc's son Verne as having ADHD (going based off of the way he's written in the cartoon), so that would factor in as well. Doc would be well-versed in it.

Twin Pine McFlys

I've considered this many times, actually. I mean, Marty has SO many ADHD traits as it is in the movies, and it's interesting to consider what a kid like him would experience living in the environment that is the original timeline McFly house.

Basically, I don't think Twin Pines George and Lorraine would even acknowledge any signs of ADD in Marty, let alone take the initiative to seek a diagnosis for him. Even if they had the resources/money for it, which I don't think they would, they'd probably sort of wave away any concerns. George doesn't strike me as even being aware or involved enough to notice anything, and Lorraine may go the route of, "We didn't have this ADD thing when I was your age. Those kids are just poorly behaved, and you're not like them, Marty. If you ask me, you just need to apply yourself more." It wouldn't so much be a case of Lorraine purposely being uncaring or anything--that was just the thinking of the time, and Lorraine has enough issues of her own to be consumed by without having to take on the possibility that her son might be struggling.

Lone Pine McFlys

They're hip. Savvy. Lone Pine George and Lorraine are on top of things, so I think the likelihood of Marty's ADD being noticed and addressed would be much higher, even if it took a while to get to that point.

Idk how it would come about exactly. Considering the time period and lack of information, there'd probably still be a lot of, "Oh, that's just Marty/That's just how Marty is", etc for most of his childhood and into his teen years. Maybe by mid to late 80s, they'd start to notice things? Maybe Lorraine has a friend with a young son who gets diagnosed and medicated, and in talking to her about it, she sees the parallels to Marty and his "quirks". Then, being much more involved and emotionally present in this timeline, Lorraine would start figuring out where to go from there, broaching the topic with Marty, seeking a doctor who knows about ADD in older teens, and so on.

Thanks for the ask!

#asks #back to the future #bttf #marty mcfly #i always write my fics with adhd Marty in mind #he's yet another example of a character who is inadvertently written as depicting the neurodivergent experience quite accurately

[tiredsn0w]

Hello! (So sorry if this was asked several times, the page kept glitching and I wasn’t sure if it was sent)

I was curious about what mental/physical conditions the characters have, if any. (Of course, for some it’s somewhat obvious, but for others it’s a little less clear, so I just wanted to check)

Hope you have a lovely day/night! :)

It only sent the ask once, don't worry!

I'm assuming by the characters, you mean SCP-6118 and other keplers. And I would be more than happy to answer :)

Content warning for mentions of addiction, self-harm, and suicide.

In order of chronological appearance as per the Altitudes Hub:

Unit 5a82 / SCP-6118 Mentally, I'd say SPD (Schizoid Personality Disorder) and PTSD for absolute certain. (I plan to write more about them as well, though the latter has been touched on a lot already.)

He dealt with a self-harm addiction for an extensive period of time, on and off for some years to not get in the way of intensive physical training (as much as possible). He struggles with suicidal thoughts throughout the story, though never really acts on it, more like throwing himself into severe harm's way on purpose.

I've also seen people interpret him as having ADHD &/or ASD, though I've found this is highly dependent on the person reading him. I'm sure some of my own has unintentionally bled out onto the page so to speak.

Physically, he's albino and would probably qualify for a diagnosis of dwarfism. He has chronic pain and fatigue, mostly global and musculoskeletal related. In an upcoming Tale I plan to touch on more severe neurological issues like acephalgic (aura-only) migraines (why he gets nauseous when he's stressed) and perhaps cardiac issues.

Some kind of hormonal/gonadal difference or DSD like undervirilization could also easily be assumed.

-

The Handler It has BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder) and a comorbid substance abuse disorder, as a way of self-medicating for the horrible and debilitating symptoms it has.

It also has ectodermal atrichia congenita, meaning it has absolutely no hair on its body, and never did. Otherwise it's physically unremarkable besides for having lighter skin and eyes (not to the point of albinism), and being slightly smaller than normal for a Two.

-

Unit 4b80 It struggles with survivor's guilt after everything it went through, and other guilt, just guilt all around.

Possibly some OCD behaviours as well, related or otherwise, but nothing concrete has been written so far about it.

-

Unit 7cb7 It has chronic pain-- mostly nerve pain-- in its lower limbs after losing them in the explosion, because while regen tanks can do an enormous amount, when regenerating that much tissue, it can be tricky to get all the nerves in the right place.

Also chronic fatigue, because bodies hold on to traumatic events (whether physically traumatic to the body or mentally/emotionally) and getting blown up is a really physically traumatic thing.

I've been pondering 7cb7 having below-knee prosthetics, but it hasn't become relevant in my writing yet.

-

Units 3f32 & 3f33 They are identical twins due to a mishap in the gestational process where the cloned cells doubled and divided into two organisms. Other than being slightly tall and more towards the hyperpigmented side, they're in surprisingly sound mental and physical health for Twos who joined the rebellion a while back.

-

That should be most of it. Feel free to send me additional asks with any follow-up questions (or comment/reblog this post). I know it was quite a wall of text, but I wanted to touch on all of the things.

I hope whatever time of day it is for you, it's going well! Thank you so much for the ask!

#ask response #kepler aliens #scp 6118 #scp writing #informative #disabled characters #I saw the parched savanna of disability representation in the SCP community and watered it with my tears #Or something #I'm loopy

[quietly-by-myself]

Shadow By My Fireplace - Chapter 30

Masterlist

Thank you to @darkthingshappen for beta reading and hearing out all of my ideas. It's been a tougher arc to write and you've helped me a lot.

CW: group homes, children without parents and trauma relating to that, minor character death (Cyril’s friend), smoking, heroin addiction, overdose resulting in death, caretaker breaks down, ADHD/medications relating to ADHD, found family

===

When Cyril heard the other kids at his school talk about their families and what they were doing for Thanksgiving, Cyril couldn’t help but feel a sense of envy. He knew it was a sin to hate others for something he didn’t have. Cyril just couldn’t help himself.

The people who ran the group home were good people, but they weren’t parents. After all, they switched all the time. Just when Cyril thought he liked one of them, they changed. Sometimes, he got switched home-to-home. Moved around like a pawn on a chess board, but with a lot less care and thought.

Throughout it all, Oliver was there.

Oliver, the loud. Oliver, the mischievous. Oliver, his friend.

They were opposites but somehow both managed to be on Ritalin. Well, Oliver was on Ritalin. Cyril was on Concerta. But it was the same chemical for the same diagnosis, so they found a comradery. When Oliver got himself in trouble, Cyril was always there to save his ass.

Cyril was always afraid to lose him, but he never did. There was security in Oliver. When Cyril got moved, by some odd chance, Oliver always moved with him. In a way, they were a bonded pair of cats. They were unwanted strays, but they had each other. 

Certain times of year were more difficult than others. November and December were always horrible months for Cyril. Holidays about family and love - both were things that Cyril didn’t have. 

Thanksgiving dinner at the group homes was always the worst. Donated turkeys and sides, pie baked by a charity. It made Cyril feel less human, almost.

So, when Oliver snuck a note under the table, telling him to go out “to the bathroom,” Cyril took the invite to leave.

The two of them left out a window and went to the creek by their group home - their designated meeting spot in the rural jungle they found themselves in. 

Oliver was smiling wickedly. It was never a good sign.

Out of his pocket, he pulled out a pack of Malboros. 

“I got these at the store.”

Cyril looked at them in shock. Oliver was grinning proudly.

“Did you steal them or something?” Cyril asked incredulously. 

“Maybe,” Oliver responded, pursing his lips jokingly. 

“Oliver, that’s a crime! What if they find out? You might get sent away.”

Of course, being sent away was always the fear. Group homes were some sort of sick privilege - there was always worse. Cyril wouldn’t survive without Oliver.

Oliver gave Cyril a small shove. “Don’t worry so much.” He pulled one of the cigarettes out of the box and offered it to Cyril. “This will help you relax.”

Cyril took the cigarette from Oliver reluctantly. Oliver gave him a light the minute he had it in his mouth.

It was true. The cigarettes did relax him. Within ten minutes, he felt better.

Cyril sighed. “I’m just tired of feeling like this object of pity, Noll.”

It was easier to talk without the weight of the fear of being judged hanging over him.

“I know what you mean.” Oliver took a puff of the cigarette. “I had to sit through a talk about ‘people who don’t have families for Thanksgiving’ and being sensitive and shit. I don’t want their sympathy. I want a fucking family.”

Cyril nodded a little. They were a bonded pair of cats, but they weren’t really family. Just deeply bonded friends of the soul, perhaps. 

“We’re seventeen. It’s over for us.” Cyril looked down at the cigarette. “The fuck does my life matter?”

“Because you’re here, Cyril. You’re here with me. You’re brilliant. You could become a doctor. Then, nobody can tell you that your life doesn’t matter. You have so much more of a future than me.”

It was true - Cyril had a 4.0. Oliver had maybe a 2.9 on a good day. In a world where high school grades determined their futures, Cyril was someone who would thrive. Cyril loved his friend. He tried to convince him to try community college, but Oliver wouldn’t budge. 

Oliver was wicked smart. He had a good personality. All he needed was to believe in himself more.

After a while of silence, Cyril began to hum. It was “Born in the USA” - Bruce Springsteen. He always liked the opening. So did Oliver.

In fact, he started singing, “Born down in a dead man's town.”

Cyril began to sing along with him. “And the first kick I took was when I hit the ground.”

Eventually, the two of them sang it with irony. “You end up like a dog that's been beat too much. 'Til you spend half your life just to cover up.”

Yes, they were dogs that were beaten too much. It would take half a lifetime to cover it up. Cyril just didn’t realize that yet.

They talked for a while longer until they came back stinking of cigarette smoke. They got yelled at, but it didn’t really matter. Cyril was just glad to be with his friend. 

—

Sacha awoke the next morning, thinking about the odd dream he’d had. Something about Cyril freaking out about needing Narcan. It had to be a dream - some odd mix of his past overdose and his housemate being a doctor.

His head pounded and he felt jittery. 

What had he done last night? He used to sleepwalk. Could he have sleep-walked and hit his head?

When he went over to the counter, Sacha saw the bottle on the counter.

Hydromorphone.

Cyril’s words came back to him. That was the medicine that Cyril was shouting about in the dream.

It wasn’t a dream, Sacah soon realized. He really had accidentally taken two of a very strong opioid instead of acetaminophen. 

Shit.

He’d told Cyril about his overdose, hadn’t he? He didn’t want Cyril to know. He didn’t want Cyril to think him stupid or ungrateful or any other number of horrible things.

What would Cyril think? Surely after everything, he wouldn’t abandon Sacha. But what if he was extra watchful? What if he forced Sacha on medication to ensure it didn’t happen again, just like Master had?

Sacha forced himself to take a few deep breaths.

“It’s okay. Cyril is safe.”

That was right. Cyril was safe.

—

Something was wrong with Cyril. He hadn’t spoken to Sacha much at all that day. In fact, he’d even picked Amber up in his arms and petted her gently. Cyril never picked up the cat. It wasn’t that he didn’t like her - Cyril was just always nervous about hurting her. 

Was it because Sacha had admitted to attempting suicide?

Sacha didn’t know, but he needed to say something, clearly. 

“Cyril, I, um,” Sacha took a deep breath. “I’m sorry.”

Cyril was a little startled. “For what?”

Sacha started to quiver. “For telling you about my overdose.”

An emotion resembling discomfort and remembrance flashed over Cyril’s face, before he came back to his normal, concerned look. “It’s okay, Sacha, to be open with me.”

“It was different. I can tell something’s wrong.”

Silence hung between them for a while. Eventually, Cyril put Amber down on the ground, where she quickly walked over to Sacha.

“It’s, um, a personal topic that I don’t talk much about, my history with overdoses.”

Sacha wasn’t happy with that answer. In fact, he felt a little dejected. “Mine was a suicide attempt. It was the only time I ever had access to the means. It- it was dumb luck that I survived it at all.”

It took all the courage that Sacha had to say the last part of what he wanted to say. “I’ve said mine. Can you tell me yours?”

Cyril sat pensively for a long time. Sacha’s heart was beating out of his chest. 

“I’ve never told anyone.”

“Neither have I told anyone.” Sacha was desperate. He felt so useless. “You’re always helping me and listening to me. Let me return the favor, Cyril. Please.”

Again, silence hung in the air between them. 

“It’s a long story.”

“I don’t have much else to do.”

Cyril chuckled a bit. “You’ve become so much more confident. Those tattoos really did change you.”

Sacha cringed. Those thoughts came back. He was too confident. He was arguing. He was being disobedient. It was bad. He was going to be punished.

What should he say to prevent that? What could he do? Sacha had already argued himself into a corner.

“Calm down, Sacha. Take a few deep breaths, okay?”

Cyril’s voice brought him back down to reality.

Right, he wasn’t a slave anymore. He was safe. He was okay.

…

Cyril took a deep breath, wringing his hands together. He’d told his story occasionally when he needed to for essays and the like, but it was never a comfortable subject. 

“I don’t have a family, Sacha. I was a foster kid. I lived in a group home.” 

Sacha was listening so intently it almost broke Cyril’s heart.

“I was transferred a fair bit, but there was this friend I had who was always transferred with me.” Oliver’s grinning face appeared in Cyril’s head. “He was kind and happy and sweet, if not a bit scatter-brained and stubborn. He was the one who encouraged me to become a doctor. He was talented with writing. He helped me with my essays for college applications and again with personal statements when I applied to med school.”

Those late nights they spent together came back to Cyril pleasantly. “He was my only connection to other people. But he struggled in ways I never knew. I presume he had what you’d call an addictive personality.”

Cyril took another deep breath, his voice shaking. “I stayed where I grew up, as did he. He became an electrician - trade school. I worked at the only emergency room in the area. One day, there was a bad batch of heroin in the area. He turned up dead at the emergency room. My name is on his death certificate. I had to call the time of his death. I had to tell his mother - his mother came to be a part of his life when he was twenty. She was the one who convinced him to go to trade school. He was 28 when he died.”

Tears formed in Cyril’s eyes. When Oliver had died, a piece of him had died with him. That hole in his heart hurt each and every time he thought of his deceased friend - the other half of their bonded pair.

“I never knew he struggled with heroin addiction. God, if I knew, I would’ve walked to the ends of the earth to help him.”

Sacha moved quietly, putting Amber down, and over to Cyril. He pulled Cyril into an embrace.

For the first time, someone embraced him first - to comfort him.

Cyril broke down crying in Sacha’s arms.

“That’s hard. I’m so sorry you went through that. It- it sounds awful. Even with everything I’ve been through, I can’t imagine having to call the death of your closest friend.”

Cyril sobbed tears that he hadn’t cried since he looked over the edge of the bridge that fateful day. 

With Oliver’s death, Cyril thought he’d lost all ability to form human connections. After all, he felt more like a stray cat or a beaten dog than a human being for most of his life.

However, as Sacha held him in his arms, he began to realize that it wasn’t gone forever. No, in fact, he had another way to connect to people. It was Sacha. Sacha, the stray cat that Cyril had found on the verge of death. Sacha, his little brother that he needed to protect.

“I thought I’d lost the ability to have another human connection. It was so hard back then.”

Cyril pushed Sacha back, tears still flowing from his eyes. “But I’ve found you. You’re like a little brother to me. So don’t give up on life. Okay?”

Sacha bit his lip anxiously and nodded a bit. 

“I love you, Sacha. I really do.”

To his surprise, Cyril heard back a response he never expected.

“I love you too, Cyril. You’re my family.”

===

Tags: @whumpsday, @i-can-even-burn-salad, @pigeonwhumps, @darkthingshappen, @pumpkin-spice-whump, @darlingwhump, @maracujatangerine, @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi, @flowersarefreetherapy, @octopus-reactivated, @quietshae, @whump-blog, @inkkswhumpandstuff, @whumpycries, @whumpkinz

#shadow by my fireplace #whump #whump writing #whump fic #whumpblr #whump community #recovery whump #overdose #addiction #drug/substance use/abuse #smoking #sacha #cyril #mutual caretaking

[secondgenerationnerd]

Could we get some teen lian and dad roy at home pls (ps i have always felt like irey had adhd and jai has autism what are your thoughts on that?)

Ooo if we’re talking the comic versions, absolutely! My versions lean more toward the Hyperactive ADHD, meshing interestingly with Mar’i’s austim. (Lian is some form of neuro spicy, she just doesn’t care enough for a diagnosis) Fun fact: ADHD and Autism have a fair amount of similar traits

Adding in Jason for some fun 😂😂😂

————————

“Dad?” Lian calls out, tossing her keys to the side.

“In here, Pum’kin!” Roy calls from the kitchen. Walking in, she takes note of her father’s mussed up hair and rumpled clothes, even if he’s causally sitting on the counter. Wouldn’t be too weird if Uncle Jason’s dark hair wasn’t sticking up, or wearing one of her dad’s goofy shirts, chopping vegetables for dinner like it’s any other night. Doesn’t help that her dad’s checking Jason out way more than ‘best friends’ should.

“You two are shameless.” She snorts, kissing her uncle’s cheek.

“Uh-huh. You do remember that two of your teammates are my little brother and my niece, right, kid?”

Her dad raises an eyebrow at the other man, “Why would she need to remember that?”

“Because, Dad,” Lian jumps onto the counter top beside him, lowering her voice to mimic Jason’s, “They’re the big scary Bats.”

“Ah yes. The big scary bats.” Roy nods grimly, “Mysterious. Spooky.”

“One could even say Creepy.”

“Or Kooky.” As if on cue, father and daughter snap their fingers twice, then crack up. Jason rolls his eyes and waits for it to die down.

“I was telling her to remember because she and that boyfriend of hers—“

“You can say Jai, Uncle Jason. Your brother’s best friend’s son. My best friend.”

“The one shoving his tongue down your throat every 20 minutes. At least according to Mar’i.”

Roy shakes his head, “Nope. My Squeaker’s never kissed any one. Male, female, non-binary, anyone in between or beyond those descriptions.”

“…Roy, babe, you do realize she and the speedster fu—“

“Fundamentally get along, yes.”

Lian can’t help but snort, “Yeah, Dad. Just like how you and Mom ‘Fundamentally getting along’ lead to me.”

Roy makes a face at his daughter, which she happily returns, “If Jai gets you pregnant, I’ll castrate him.”

“Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t have done it already.” Grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, she heads upstairs, “I’m gonna change! Don’t forget Mar’i and the twins will be here later!”

“What? You don’t want them to know you’re in private school? I’m sure they’d love the uniform—“

“DAD!”

Shaking his head and laughing, Roy looks back at Jason, “Remember when she was little?So sweet and even tempered?”

“The feral hellion, who swore at classmates in preschool?” Jason snorts. But he puts down the knife he was using, looking at the other man, “Do I need to have a conversation with Jai?”

“Nah, he’s a good kid.” Roy shrugs, “If Wally didn’t teach him to respect a partner, Linda put the fear of God into him. Now, get over here.”

“She’s right upstairs, Roy.” But Jason moves towards him. Arms bracing against the counter, boxing the archer in, he raises an eyebrow. The picture of patience. Like they hadn’t been 5 minutes away from stumbling upstairs when Lian’s car pulled up.

“Yeah, but she always hides her school uniform. We’ve got, like, 15 minutes at least.”

“In that case.” Jason leans in. Just as their lips meet, a shout comes from upstairs—

“Dad? Do you know where that explosive arrow I was working on went?”

Dropping his head, Roy grumbles, “Have a kid they said. Such a blessing, they said.”

“Roy, we both know damn well no one told you to have a kid.”

#lian harper #lian nguyen harper #roy harper #jason todd #arsenal #red hood #little red hood

[interstellarstorms]

— LINK TO CARRD —

Hello!

I’m Rain, aka the Raincloud Collective. I’m 24 from the midwestern US (CST) and I go by he/they/xe pronouns! I just spent hours and hours on my Carrd so I highly recommend checking that out but I’ll provide some info here as well!

Technically I identify as a soft butch transmasculine m-spec fagdyke but I also kind of hate labels most of the time. Plus I’m a traumagenic system, which complicates identity a lot. I have been on testosterone shots since June 12, 2023. I am currently single and vent about it time to time here.

I am diagnosed with ADHD and autism (I do support informed self diagnosis however). I’m pretty mentally ill as well but am trying to recover.

I’m very “politically left” in that I believe strongly in human rights to everyone and all the nuances that entails (BLM, land back, anti-colonialism, and more). I believe that we will see a free Palestine in the end, and that that will come sooner than the world thinks. I do all I can to check my privileges, especially since I’m white-passing and come from the US.

I’m really into MCR, especially Gerard Way. I do listen to other bands though, the autism just likes to autism over MCR the most. I use both Spotify (link) and Last.fm (link) as well as having a record player I listen to in my room

I post a lot of everything that interests me so it’s very random and I have gotten lazy about tags but I try to tag triggers. If you have a trigger you want me to tag, let me know. I will not, however, censor my identity.

I love interaction but sometimes am shy so I love when other people engage with me via asks! You can also request my Discord or to DM me. I love to talk and answer questions and am very open about many things so go ahead and reach out if you’d like!

Side note: this was originally a mostly Supernatural blog—specifically a Sam Winchester blog—and while I retain the same opinions I did back then on most things involving the show, I no longer post about it. It was all very toxic and I’ve moved on.

I can’t think of what else to say but I’ll keep this updated!

— LINK TO TOP SURGERY GOFUNDME —

Updated: 4/22/24

#pinned

[tetralea]

Hey :)

I'm still good, but I don't really know what the future holds but I'm getting there🙈

I don't have a song right now but a small plot idea or something 😅

Max and Charles are childhood besties but never showed it because of the rivalry. They met up in private and chat all night or watch movies. They always had crushes on each other and got together after Max won in 2021. After that they talked more openly in the paddock and people notice obviously but only say that they finally start to become friends.

In one of the races Charles has a big shunt and hits a wall. He isn't moving and Max freaks out Max just parks the car to get to his love. Max helped Charles out of the car and hugged him so tight. Obviously people talk but he doesn't care. That's the love of his life, his best friend, his soulmate. Charles would've done the same.

Afterwards, because Max isn't allowed to start again he goes with Charles to the medical center and never leaves his side. In the interviews Max clings to Charles and the press asks about it. He obviously doesn't want to out them, not yet at least so he just says: "That's my best friend and I can't imagine losing him."

They're closer than ever afterwards and show a bit more affection towards each other openly. After they retire they come out with a picture of them on their wedding a few years back with their two kids.

Hii,

Ah, no worries, a cute story idea is always good!🥰

But before I get there I’m trying to figure if I have adhd, and I am waaay to old to get a diagnosis just by now, but oh well but it might help fixing my chronic insomnia and explain my hypersensitivity 😭 that would be great to be honest.

And the story idea is sooo lovely! I can totally imagine Max panicking and trying to get close to the car, and call out for Charles and not like he thinks of it but looking back at the footage he is so glad his helmet was on and the utter panic didn’t show. He would try his best not to bother the marshals, but he would constantly ask them, what was going on, if Charles was awake, how he was injured etc. (he would be like when my cat gave birth to her kittens in the dog’s house and I tried to save the kittens by putting them in a shoe box and taking them to safety while mama cat was meowing loudly and circling around me with the most worried cat expression I ever saw, anyway)

When Charles is finally, after agonising minutes is out of the car, he is heavily concussed, and needs two marshals to hold him up on his feet until he can be laid on a stretcher, but he sees Max and even trough the think and slippery feeling fog in his brain he reaches out for him, and Max steps closer carefully wrapping his arms around Charles, who mumbles: baby I am okay. But trough his helmet it is barely audible to Max too.

So when Charles is in the ambulance car Max walks back to his car, but it is also damaged, no way he could start the race over. Not like he could give his everything, when his everything is injured and his state is not stable. So when he is back at the garage, he rushes to the medical station, Charles is already prepared to be lifted in the helicopter to his take him to the hospital to further checks. There is Arthur and Lorenzo who obviously know about their relationship, and they try to sympathetically give Max a pat on the shoulder or a half-hug whiteout exposing too much to the cameras,. They also try to shield them them when Max finally gets to talk with Charles, his pretty face looks as handsome as ever maybe a bit more tired and drained. The signs of his concussion are showing making Max’s heart clench. He doesn’t even think when he grabs the freckled hand, trying to say the words without outing themselves to the whole world. ‘Please, take care of him.’ He asks Lorenzo who climbs into the helicopter to escort Charles to the hospital.

Until he is back Max tries his best to act normal but it is almost impossible. He tried to distract himself but makes Arthur swear he would let him know when Charles is back. Thankfully it doesn’t take long, the brunette is dismissed from the hospital after some checks and X-rays, and he returns to the paddock on wobbly legs and a tired smile, Lorenzo supporting him. Max rushes out of the red bull hospitality, immediately finding the worn out brunette, he hugs him tight maybe a bit too tight for all the cameras around but he couldn’t care. After that he is the one walking around with Charles, he already gave all the interviews. He is not letting the smaller man out of his arms not for a second, he makes sure Charles drinks plenty, and sits down in any given time he doesn’t absolutely have to stand. ‘People are staring Maxy.’ Charles can’t protest and doesn’t even want to too much but he can’t help but notice the looks around them.

And Max off doesn’t care. ‘Not like I’m kissing you in front of the cameras. I’m just supporting an injured friend.’

‘I wish we weren’t here and you were kissing me.’ And Charles wish finally comes true when they are in his car, Arthur driving, Max pulling him in for a quick kiss at the backseat. And there is so much in that kiss.

After that the internet is full with all the speculation, with all the images of them hugging, of Max holding him like holding onto dear life, looking at him like Charles is the one and only reason for his existence. But the teams or the drivers are not saying a thing, so Max sometimes puts his arm around Charles when they are just talking or greets the brunette with a hug in the paddock, it is bold but he couldn’t have it any other way. He need to know Charles is safe beside him, that he is there for real. After a few races the speculations die down, the press finds something else to focus on, the drivers however…

Daniel and Pierre are the firsts finding out. Daniel simply puts two and two together while Pierre catches Max and Charles make out in front of the brunette’s apartment when he arrives to a game night too early. Then Carlos catches up first teasing Charles with the seemingly sudden attention of Max, then he quickly realises it is entirely two sided even if Charles is less of a PDA person, he often stands at drivers parade with his pinky touching Max on the bar of the bus, or that they just stand awfully close to each other, and Charles never protests when Max puts his arm around his wait instead of his back on podium pictures. Then slowly a few others, but word never gets out.

Years later Charles is caught walking on the shores in Monaco with two little girls toddling next to him, twins, the girls scream when they see Max, can’t wait to hug their Papa. They adopted them and did a very good job hiding it from the public, retirement ofc making it easier. But it feels like about time and Charles quickly snaps a picture of the four of them posting it later with their engagement and wedding pictures. ‘years later, happy anniversary, Cheri.’ The caption is cheesy but it is what it is and Max quickly replies with the same wedding pictures, and pictures of Charles when they first brought home their daughters. He only puts a small caption about their anniversary, he is still not much fan of social media. It becomes a mess, with various pages picking it up, their old teams trying to stay on top of the situation, but the most insufferable are the drivers in the comment section revealing they knew about it all along. It’s sweet but so much. Then an official page places a post with their pictures on that day when Charles crashed and Max was glued to his side even days after. The caption says we told you so.

The end took an interesting turn lol. If I get the emotional range and time on my hands I’d loooove to write some angsty story with an accident and the aftermath like this. 🥺 thank you for sending me this. 💕

#charles leclerc #max verstappen #lestappen #dori’s chitchat #dori’s bedtime stories

[skittlewaffle]

If I may inquire, what made Toon Sun so depressed? Is it just that he has/developed depression? Or is something specific causing him to spiral downwards? Poor guy needs a hug either way

It’s just something he has naturally 🥺 Though, Sun can also be a bit perfectionist and get a little manic when things aren’t right ;; I guess it can be triggered by life events ??

I am talking to my therapist about how I was diagnosed somewhere with bipolar II disorder (which I think is an incorrect and very half-assed diagnosis as the place I went to sucked ass and brushed me off lmao), and I don’t really know how it works ?? But I’m learning more about it from her and what I picked up is that one’s mood can shift from depressive to manic, which tbh kinda sounds like Sun 🤔

Take it with a grain of salt as I don’t know the ins and outs of this, don’t have a specific diagnosis for Sun other than “some form of depression,” and don’t feel confident about how I write it as I think i’m personally only on the depressive side of things specifically for ADHD; as I don’t experience like Sun does, what really do I know?

All I know is that Sun’s mood can get pretty intense highs and lows; and yes, he needs a hug 🥺

#toon au #cosmic comics #sundrop #fnaf au #fnaf sb #fnaf sun #ask #anon

[sloppy-disc]

Seeing others get a successful ADHD diagnosis makes me so happy but hurt at the same time.

All through school the school staff told my dad that I passed screenings for ADHD.

He didn't do anything other than have me in programs (special ed for math because I also have dyscalculia, and a room I could go to with others that also had a hard time in school, like a study hall but not) and told me to demand "extra time on tests and projects" as if my disability was a weapon I could just whip out and use, it felt wrong in that way, eventually making me believe it was an excuse/crutch.

----------------------------------------------------------

At home he acted as if it never existed, as if it was just for school, and even then he would yell and belittle me for the grades I was getting.

He would yell at me for everything I did wrong in his eyes. Later in life when I was 15, his wife (then gf) came into the picture, he either never told her because he decided it wasn't a thing entirely or she wanted to insert her authority as soon as possible and questioned my dad into thinking "yeah, why isn't my child doing more in school??" (*knock knock* get the door, it's ADHD!)

That led her to treat me like he was, sometimes worse.

He also never wanted to help me get my ADHD regulated either, due to his own personal reasons (that he told me about later in life I'd like to not say publicly) he didn't see medication as the best option for me. (Sometimes it isn't! Different things work for different people but personally I literally had no other outlets to help me at the time)

----------------------------------------------------------

Later down the line when it finally came to light my brother also had ADHD (I've suspected all along and tried to avocate to have him tested but it would get shot down by dad and his wife) they did take the medication route with him, but due to my dad's personal reasons he hated it even happening.

My brother got put through the same thing as me (getting yelled at about grades, being belittled for household chores, "'I don't know' isn't an answer!", etc.)

At the time I felt powerless, because I had no means to help in ways I wanted to. It's one of my biggest regrets, but he seems to be doing better now.

(He just smokes weed and doesn't take any medication because he says weed helps him out easier, the meds he did have were hurting him but my dad and his wife refused to switch him due to saying it would just cost more.)

----------------------------------------------------------

(P.S. medications pertaining to things such as ADHD can only go so far, they are not magic pills that automatically fix everything like they wanted to believe. Some can even have bad side effects so they may not be right for the user entirely.)

----------------------------------------------------------

Coupled with my depression over the years, I felt lost in it all.

None of the adults in my life at the time really helped me, I felt like I was failing them (when really it was the other way around) and I pushed myself past the limit to prove my worth.

One thing I wish parents/guardians never told their children is that they're a liar, that they're faking something, or that nobody would/should believe them for their mental disabilities.

----------------------------------------------------------

It can be debilitating to them later in life to seek support in ways that could have worked/helped early on.

It feels harder to do so when they hear those echoing voices coming back to the surface and knocking them down all over again. (<- spoken from personal experience only)

Help. Your. Children.

#murphy mumbles #but its actually a rant/vent #dear god help them while you can #if you have the means or hell even the right mindset to help PLEASE do #theres so much i wish i could go back and have done for me to help current me #its not a phase/something they can just grow out of #adhd sticks with you for life #especially if you dont get proper coping skills to help #long post #sorry for formatting #i also kept it under a read more and hope that helps #i could go on and on about this #about how even doctors can be condescending to adults seeking diagnosis #but it goes from person to person and all experiences differ #this has also made me develop a fear of thinking i have a victim complex #and my life experiences getting belittled #i wish more adults realized how damaging it can be to a child to not listen to them #or support them #this is all a personal thing for me so if anyone outside of mutuals find this then i dont need unnessecary commentary on my own life #thanks

[hoard-of-sentimental-gifts]

Dear Diary

I fucking hate living in montana, but I’m “supposed” to like it. Really? Moving away from a state I had more protection, and social freedom? Yeah its a big city, and in its own plains way pretty, but I never wanted to be here. My dad has to audacity to assume I’d fall in love with this state like they did, and is fucking SURPRISED when a year later I still don’t like being here?! Are you fucking serious? HOW? Pray do tell, how on earth am I going to fall in genuine love with something I hate when the only emotional state I’ll be in is Survival and Defense. If I’m smiling I’m happy, right? Not a mask? I spent the first couple of hours of the move weeping, not that I communicated that. I had no time to really say goodbye to anyone. He did, good for him. 

The mental health care is subpar at best. Because my past psychiatrist incorrectly added my ADHD and sleep med diagnosis, I don’t have either of those meds. This one lady, I’ve had 4 less than 30min appointments with her, and she doesn’t “see” my adhd, but thinks its only ptsd. We’ve barely talked about my childhood, let alone gotten past Introductions. I was taken so off-guard when she said that, that I started panicking for several reasons (not to mention every time I see her its too hard for her to use my preferred name, and she called me Alexis, not even my legal name, let alone my chosen). god forbid I get on the Med seeking list over a misunderstanding. For another lady I asked for the idea of autistic screening, but after about 40 minutes I made “too much” eye contact. And its SO rare for an autistic individual to know and understand they’re autistic ... Mhmm, sure.

Communication is hard, and part of it I don’t like. It feels too vulnerable, I don’t like hurting other peoples feelings (even thought that’s not my responsibility), and I don’t want them to perceive it as me attacking them because I’m not. I think that’s just my trauma from no one listening to my communication before, why trust I’m going to be all of a sudden heard. Its easier to just lay there and take it, but that’s not healthy. We use BDSM for that. I never again want to bleed my trauma onto anyone else, never again.

Trust is a hard thing for me now. I used to say with an empty heart that I trusted people that I honestly never actually trusted. I over corrected and now require evidence for trust. Not an overall terrible thing, but the ones on the other side see my double checking an outside source as me not having trust. Because I understand, I wouldn’t take offense if anyone did. I’m not all-knowing, and fact check the best I can, but I’m human and I’m wrong sometimes, its inevitable.

On a happy note, I love fixing myself, its much less miserable. My anti-depressant works, I don’t have a gallbladder, I’m signed up for physical therapy for my lower back, I’m on a shot to help with PCOS, I have a semi-permanent birth control, and I’m much more mentally stable and well than I ever have been. Its great! Now I just wish I could afford to help more people with food and bills. I gotta keep myself alive in order to help others tho. 

#Silently out loud

[karolinarodrigueswrites]

On one side, it can be comforting that my therapist and my psychiatrist are seriously discussing the possibility of me having adhd as a dlc of bipolarity

On the other, I understand they don't have all the context with less than a year of treating me, but by god, it's not for nothing that I was never prescribed adhd meds

A lot of what I have of focus struggles or executive dysfunction is tied to trauma or poor physical health

Like I had to grab my school history from when I was a kid to show the consistency of my school performance from 1rst to 8th grade, and wave around the old "my average grades are lower in the last year (and by lower its like, 7.0-8.0 out of 10.0) because the principal allowed to me stop showing up in the last bimester since with my grades so far at that point, I would have been approved either way"

My focus and executive dysfunction issues began with a extreme life changing meltdown that year, and what could possibly be aided by adhd medication as I've been told would be very particular incidents that can only be identified when I'm emotionally and physically stable

When the school experience for a kid can be so heavily permeated by threats or outright violence and humiliation, you can struggle at college a decade later after getting a better life because your brain doesn't yet understand there's none of that danger anymore

Even today, being asked about hyper focus, I started getting why my late therapist was so dismissive of the idea of me having adhd after years of picking my brain apart

I have a lot of bits that seem to match with some expectations of the diagnosis, but the more one tries to make it fit neatly in the box, the more it completely falls apart

My last psychiatrist sounded silly when he wrote on a doctor's note that I have "traces" of autism, but that seems far more fitting than what it's going on with this process of seeing if I have adhd

Exploring the possibilities of a diagnosis is better than getting completely shut down, but the amount of times I've been going "that is not what's happening in my symptoms" because my late therapist taught me that well even if he should actually have explained to me why he threw the adhd topic away like a wet paper towel out of a window in the 19th floor of a building

#kr rambles #not writing

[astrxlis-archive]

Hello Fox!! I hope you're doing well 💞 I didn't expect to woke up earlier to you having replied to one of my long asks already 😂😳 but thank you for taking the time to reply <333 I really wanna keep this reply short since my actual point of sending this ask is to show you this interesting tweet of childe being compared with foxes on how similar they are 🦊. I could say that op really put their heart and soul with the thread 😰😂

Moving on! I have actually tried to search up that certain BNHA quiz you told me that you took and I think i have took the one you're talking about- yes it was so scarily accurate??b😰😂 IT WOULD WORK ON ME AS WELL. I got Hitoshi Shinsou as my result, and should i share the results with you? I haven't copied it but i could take it anytime again if you're ever curious. I'm really asking this because the results aren't really wholesome 😂 it might be kindaaa dangerous tho i dont see it as much of a big deal. Still, i'm making sure,, 😤 The results went like "you're insecure" *coUgh CoUgh* and then the last line was like, "if you can't love yourself then shinsou will do the loving for you" 😰😰😰 i guess i gotta practice ultimate self love now 🤩 or else i'll get mind controlled by this guy;;;

it really looks like college scheds are scattered throughout the day :(( we can't do much about it however i will always be here cheering on you!! <333 i hope during your breaks, you could relish every moment of it 💝💝💝 i don't really know how you can keep up with such a hectic schedule and workload, but i'm grateful you're pushing through!! 😤✨

I'm also happy that you have viewed kokomi in a much clearer view now that you have done her quest !! 💞 i'm unsure how exactly we are going to teach each other about our types of intelligence since i think us talking and sharing what we think is more than enough, isn't it?? :DD

Ahh for the diagnosis,, 😂 it was actually at ely's blog!! But it's not like i have given a much detailed view about it there so no need for you to put it in your to-do list (rest assured!!) <33 i actually don't know if our adviser have actually told my other teachers but i hope she would,,, despite me saying i'm feeling better, i do think my adhd is getting worse 😰😰 it's unexplainable but maybe bc i kinda stopped a bit taking the meds that have pain-in-the-ass side effects and so my body's getting wonky~ "The 🦊 was too stunned to speak" 😂😂😂 ah well, maybe because i don't speak much or i dont really get to talk with people in a way that we do, is one reason that no one has ever told me that compliment before 😅

I very much agree that just by being open and communicating things with each other is also one great way to do your best as a friend !! <333 I think your point is very reasonable and this is what i think!! 😚💗

thank you too for your kind words, Fox!! 😭💖 Your words are really so comforting and reassuring 🥺 thank you very much for you warm support !! It's kinda getting me fired up 😤

And i do hope i could remember to ask you in the future in case you've chosen your field of specialty too!! Hehe, if ever it really became pediatrics i'd be happy for you the same !! 💖💖💖 Having that kind of interaction with kids is actually sooo cute 🥺🥺🥺 i wanna recommend you the manhwa "Please Don't Come To The Villainess' Stationary Store" that i recently have read 💞💞💞 it was a story of a noble girl wanting to build a stationary store that is for kids!! <33 and oh, you'll definitely love the kid prince named Akison there!! He's a good boy :3

I do want to say or share stuff that you could relate to as well sooo 😅 i'll keep that in mind!! I do think me sharing some links is one way of me sharing to you, no? 🤔

Thank you too for breaking it to me about the field of business 😚💞💞💞 it must be hella tiresome as you described, however, we'll see in the future!! I'm pretty undecided yet and there's so many possibilities as well 😤 dw about crushing my hopes, i dont think i have even hoped for anything yet 😂 so it's alright <3

I'll be sure to do my best in overcoming my fear of the stove/fire 😭😅 about blackmailing my lil sibling, i cant see it happening knowing that they're too stubborn 😂😂 but that's okay, as long as the damages isn't major, i'd take the blame 👹👹👹

Ooh they're unreleasable animals too :O it was really intriguing to know that!! It's good that besides providing smiles to their followers, they also inform and educate them at the same time 🤩 thanks for the sudden reminder too 😂 i'll take note of it!! Actually, i plan to make the blog on or beforemy birthday coming this saturday!! I just have decided this on a whim so i'm pretty much at a mess on what to do 😅

ngl my brain blanked out after trying to think of what stuff should i recommend to you (like theme designs and stuff!! Even simple ones like what header to put, etc..) 😩 but i'll definitely send in an ask to your inbox whenever i have ideas!! Let's work on it together 🤝🤝🤝

Remember me saying that i absolutely am gonna make this ask short? Well, not anymore 😂😂 because i cant also let my reply soo short </3 i really wanna share what i'm thinking!! Take your time with grasping the characters' personality too, i'll be with you in analyzing those 😚😚😚 with the power of friendship, i'm sure we can successfully break their characters down 🤝🤝🤝 hopefully i could watch the movie around this week too, so i could let you know my thoughts about it :DD

Oh before i forgot, in my opinion i think we might be too hard on ourselves, such as thinking of one's self to be lowly and yet others see us to be great. I could relate to that too :') but i'm starting to learn that i'm worth than what i think i am and i'm already doing great despite me not being productive at all. So Fox, i hope you'll keep this in mind too!! It may not seem to you that you're not worth of my compliments, but trust me, you deserve it !! ♥️♥️♥️ (Additionally, i'm really shocked about your age gap with your youngest older sis!! That was really a lott of years and i could see you being the baby in the family 😂)

Likewise, i hope you are also doing well Fox!! 💕💕💕

— 🍰.

hello 🍰!! 💓

if it seems this reply has no questions, it’s because i’ve written them down to send in the last ask you sent me uwu

about the childe thread: i reread it in class and had to hold my laughter the entire time 😂 op really did put their heart and soul into this. the one thing i don’t agree is about the first one - i was actually surprised to see how tall childe was in game when i first met him 🫣🫣 now itto has the post of tallest character but that’s a whole different story. i think the ones that made me giggle the most were the obvious ones like ‘childe can talk to people 28 different ways’ or this one bc honestly i agree?? 🧍 thank you for sharing it with me!

about the bnha test… i got hitoshi too 🫠 no need to share the description. i’m glad you think it’s scarily accurate bc bro the way i screamed when i got my result. i was like ‘nah it’s probably gonna be someone i don’t care about’ and i was so wrong. when i redid it with my second choice options i scored midoriya, and uh. his would also work, except midoriya is a lot more manipulative?? 😵‍💫😵‍💫 i guess anyone who deals with insecurity themes would work for me. given the lil cough you left there, is it wrong of me to assume you’re generally insecure? 👀 also yes!! practice self-love!!!!!! insecurities can be crippling and it’s ok if you don’t deal well with them, but being kind to yourself makes it easier. self-compassion, as my therapist would say 🥰🥰🥰

yeah, as much as i hate to say so, classes really are scattered… and then in my school there’s always one day labeled as “hell day”, which is a day that starts at 8am and ends at 10am with virtually no breaks between classes. for me, it’s wednesday; honestly i have no idea how university works in other countries, aha 😅

thank you for being always so caring!! 🥹🥹 and for cheering me on!!

yeah, when i said we could teach each other i meant by sharing what we think 😂 about the diagnosis: noted! even if you say there’s no need for me to check it out, i will as soon as i can. unfortunately i have 5 weeks left of classes and i’m in neurology hell, so… might take a while longer. i’m also keeping the manhwa’s name in my notes so i can remember to read it! honestly i love stationary so even if there were no cute kids involved i’d still check it out 🤣 and yep! as i’ve said before, please feel free to always share links with me!!

you still have time to choose!! it can be exhausting but if you like what you’re doing, you’ll always find a reason to face each day’s hardships (unless they become incapacitating, in which case - take a break!!!!!!!!!). and i have this feeling about you that, whatever it is you may choose, you’ll do well 😉 i’ll be cheering you on in whatever path you take! also, about you taking the blame for your sibling, the first thing that came to mind for me whas this scene, with you being bunny and your sibling being jack frost 😅😂

since you already sent me ideas, i’ll reply to those on their respective asks :3c thank you for keeping your word about helping me figure out character personalities!!

i agree with your opinion. i had coffee with a friend on wednesday after a rare break between classes and we were talking about this - self-worth and other people’s opinions and stuff like that, and the truth is we really are worth more than what we think, and that being productive doesn’t define us as more or less worthy. just being here, just existing, being alive, already makes us worthy. it makes me so happy read you’re learning to love yourself and seeing your own worth!!

hope you're doing well, and take care!! 🥰

#—new mail ! #—the burrow's 🍰 #awww you *do* care #THIS SCENE KILLS ME EVERY TIME #i love them #also yeah! everyone is always like 'wait you're siblings??' and then they go 'OH YOURE FROM DIFFERENT PARENTS???' so yeah #i'm glad you found the whole 'the 🦊 was too stunned to speak' funny 😂 #i linked someone else's post in here bc i couldnt retake the test when i wrote this reply

[angel-macabre]

im making Caleb an anti-concussion care package because that boy can't manage to not hit his head every dang time he works on vehicles. ☹️ if anyone knows of any home remedies and care that i can give past just letting him rest and sleep as much as he can please give it thank you cutie.

#ive got a banana. green tea. vitamin d pills. a slice of Ezekiel bread. and an avocado in it so far. #im going to cook him eggs with avocado and toast when i get over there #i wish he had fresh blueberries idk how frozen blueberries fare for anti-inflammation as opposed to fresh #i just can't afford to go get a ton of stuff but maybe some cranberry juice would help too #he swears his headache isn't from hitting his head but it's lasted two days after working on his buddy's bus #what the fuck is it about men that makes them so anti caution. like i love him and he's not an idiot but some of the things he does #im just like please have an ounce more of long term self preservation lmao #but that's just him being a man and all u know #he also is in the same boat as me where like. we have add even though we both acknowledge that we don't. we still know we do lmao #it's smth you don't understand unless you rly do have add/adhd... & also are skeptical of the medical industry even the slightest amount lo #like i think modern adhd culture/diagnosis/understanding is questionable at best and outright munchausen at worst #but there's undoubtedly something to actual add/adhd just bc of my own struggles with it.... and my own experience. idk #it's a nuanced issue i don't have the stamina to talk about right now lol but if you know you know <3 #all that to say: i know he'd do all this for me and waaaay more if i had potentially concussed myself. i know he'd go all out for my health #so why can't he want to do that for his own health in the same way lmao #i guess that's just part of being human though. looking out for those you love more than yourself sometimes #you know what you could actually say the exact same about what im doing right now by going over there #seeing as im fighting an infection and should probably stay home and rest. so ill shut up about it now LMAO #oh yeah also the point of me bringing up the add/adhd was to say that it affects how cautious he is lol #he's the adhd side of the diagnosis so he's way more likely than me to be reckless so i forgive him for that #save

[inkskinned]

"you seem nervous," he said.

"i'm pretty worried." and then i laughed, high and weird and strained.

he nodded at me and i nodded at him and i pressed my hands very hard together, which is what i do when i want to be politely still but i'm nervous and want to move.

"so there's a lot of ways to think about this test," he said, "but for what i'm about to show you - well. let's picture the test is out of 100."

"okay," i said. i had begged him to give me a "half test"; one i could afford out-of-pocket. i had good insurance; behavioral health wasn't offered for me. i'd been paying for a therapist by working 3 jobs; a situation that stressed me out enough i joked she earned her keep. if i took the whole test, the pricetag began at nine hundred and thirty.

robert the learning specialist is nice. robert was referred to me by a friend. i like all his books and his nice chairs and the warm browns he decorates with.

this is a funny story. i think this story is very fucking funny.

he places his hand on the side of the monitor and looks up over it at me. "so, there are diagnostic requirements for each condition to be considered medically significant. nobody really scores lower than, in this example, 30."

okay. i was 25 and ready for this - that all the self-care, self-treatment... it was pointless. it had always been possible: i don't have adhd, im just fucking stupid. im lazy. im the worst student and a terrible friend. everyone was right about me. this was a personality kind of a thing. i was pretending. i was jumping on an internet trend.

"at 60," robert continues, "and - again, these aren't the real numbers - but at 60, we would consider that to be significant enough for diagnosis. after that, we tend to think of it as increasing in severity."

his brows are knit. he looks strained. so i probably got a 14. i probably didn't take it right. im probably the first person on earth to waste three hundred dollars just to be told i broke the test. fuck. they're going to cancel my meds.

robert turns the screen around. there's a graph on it, a bunch of lines and numbers too small for me to read. "here's the diagnostic line, this 60 i talked about". he points to a yellow band, a little bouncy wave close to the middle. "here's the average citizen, at a 37". this is a red one, closer to the bottom. then he points to a blue. "at a 75 to 78, we would consider the situation to be severe. it's not marked, but 90 would be extreme. does this make sense?"

"yes. definitely." more nodding, more hand pressing. i skitter my eyes around the grey shape, trying to find where my results are. maybe along one of the control lines?

"out of a possible score of 100," he says, "you scored ninety-eight."

he points up at the top, a sparkling lime green wiggle. i hadn't seen it; it was too close to the border of the graph. he gently points back-and-forth from yellow to green, like he is breaking bad news to me.

"well," i say. "so i won the test? or is that a bad thing."

"i've been doing this work for over forty years," he tells me, "and never in my whole career have i seen someone score so highly."

"i have adhd," i say.

"well, these are preliminary tests, and it would be unprofessional for me to confirm until we continue to -"

"i super have adhd," i repeat.

he turns the screen back around. "i think it's - i would be remiss not to say that i find it extremely impressive you've been able to structure your life around this in such a way that you have remained undiagnosed until now."

"well," i say. "i did have a feeling." let out a little laugh again. sharp like a bark. "sorry. oh my god. sorry, i don't mean to laugh. it's just. i have," i repeat, "like super severe adhd."

robert rests his hands on his desk and looks at me. he looks sad, even though this whole thing is hysterically funny. "yes. i think that i can confirm that, but, like i said, i have to encourage you to take the whole test and to -"

"i thought," i say, and for some reason i think it's funnier than anything i ever said - "i literally thought i was faking."

"well." he moves the monitor so it isn't between us. "if i might say something? if you're experiencing these symptoms so frequently that your entire life has been structured around preparing for their inevitability - my question is always; why would you be faking? when you are alone, when you are struggling, what is the point of faking? wouldn't you be able to turn it off? once you received the attention or the accolades, wouldn't you stop? you've talked to me about how much you feel this - and i'm quoting you here" he looks at his notes. "... ruins your life. why would you submit to that, without any actual payout?"

"oh my god." i have to text everyone i know about this immediately. "i have adhd. like big. like the biggest. severely."

"well," robert's brows are creasing.

"sorry," i can't stop laughing, "you just - i mean. i just had the stray thought - what if i've faked this so well that the test can't tell that i'm lying?"

#spilled ink #poetry #writeblr #this is a real story #lmao #i DO think it's funny #i tell it a lot #bc rob was like SO serious like. i'm sorry m'am u ARE the weakest link #and im like #I GOT A WHAT #of course okay to reblog i love u for asking