#unable to focus

[aprilisthecruelestmonth]

Promptember Prompt 4- Unable to Focus

Character overworked themself and can now no longer function at full capacity. They are super unfocused because of this.

Character is recovering from a traumatic brain injury, so for the foreseeable future, they can hardly focus on anything. there is too much going on around them and overstimulating them.

Character hasn't slept in days, but they can totally focus on stuff. They... They can... Can? Finish? Ummm.... PRoJEct... WHAT... WORDS...?

Whumpee has lost a fair amount of blood, and the blood loss is getting to their head, making it absolutely impossible to focus on what is happening around them.

Someone is slipped a drug... And, wow, it's difficult to focus... On anything...

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[moonshadow-study]

I hate it when I have to study, but my brain is unable to focus on anything.

[taylorannnx]

Brain wont stay quiet. We're drowning out potential conversations and overwhelming grief with self-indulgent fanfiction, team. Check back in a few hours

[froggityboingerrrr]

Google how to focus on English homwork

[aashidoodles]

Oh look another domestic shiguang 4-panel

[chio-chan2artbox]

Heinz is married to Perry and visits the Flynn-Fletcher family often.

Human!Perry AU

[lukazade]

Sleepover with two puny mortals that you're in love with (and everything can go right).

Lowkey based on a fanfic I was writing, but as usual I haven't the confidence to post it! Yeah~

Had this in the drafts for months,,,, figured I'd finish it up now so it's done. I like to kinda have some Finished art on the page hahahaha

[tennessoui]

#5 for obikin for the ask game?

of course !!

(from this ask game)

5. "wait a minute. are you jealous?"

"I think I'm leaning towards the steak," Padmé says with that hum in her voice that means she's already decided what she plans to order and that it will indeed be the steak. "It's been so long since we've managed to go out like this. It's almost worth a celebration of its own, wouldn't you say?"

Anakin nods and smiles, closing his own flimsi menu with a flourish. If Padmé is getting the steak, then Anakin can as well certainly. It's much easier that way, for their needs to be aligned like that.

Padmé is right, too - it's been so long since they've spent a night together outside of her quarters. Due to the secrecy of their relationship and their own popularity, it's almost never secure enough to be seen together in public.

Except that apparently in the last month, while Anakin was knee deep in Mid-rim planet mud, a restaurant has opened on Coruscant that guarantees complete privacy for its patrons, a promise they keep by thick forcefields and thicker curtains set up in between each table. Food is delivered by droids that have their memory drives wiped each night, and the two humanoids that run the reservation system require fake names and documents from customers in order to book a table.

It's completely and totally private, and being out in public--sort of--with his wife on a night where he and all of his loved ones are safe on Coruscant...that is a cause for celebration.

And Anakin thinks he would genuinely feel happy in these circumstances if it weren't for one very small and very unfortunate detail.

The force fields the staff have installed block sound from traveling between tables.

They do nothing to block Force signatures.

And Anakin would recognize the Force signature behind him anywhere in the entire galaxy.

"Anakin?" Padmé's fingers land on the ball of his wrist and squeeze gently. It must not have been the first time she's called his name.

"Sorry, angel," he tells her automatically. The serving droid that has appeared at their table beeps at him impatiently, and he gives it his order as well. Same as hers, down to the optional sides. "My mind is not with me tonight," he admits the moment the apparatus sinks into the floor.

His wife squeezes his wrist again, fingers ghosting over the fragile skin.

Obi-Wan is here. Is he--why would he be here? It is a place made to be kept secret, made for secrets. Obi-Wan shouldn't keep secrets. He shouldn't be here.

And who has he brought with him? It is not a restaurant one travels to in order to eat alone.

"Anakin?" Padmé says, loudly enough to mean she has once more had to call for his attention many times.

"Sorry," he replies automatically, taking his wrist from her possession and running his hands through his hair. It's either occupy his hands or reach behind him to the solid curtain and rip it open. Obi-Wan is behind that curtain. In an engagement. A secret engagement.

A secret dinner engagement.

And Anakin didn't know about it.

"Is it the war?" Padmé asked, honey-brown eyes soft and gentle with sympathy.

"What?" Anakin blinks and then frowns. "No." They're two years into the blasted war. It's never put him off his dinner yet.

"Then..." she asks leadingly, taking her hand back from his side of the table and placing it in her lap. "What is on your mind, Ani?"

Well, he thinks, their booth is soundproof. And he finds that he must tell someone. Immediately. Obi-Wan is sitting behind him, meeting someone who Anakin may not know--or worse, who Anakin may know--and Anakin can feel him. His master is right there. With someone else.

"It's Obi-Wan," he admits to his wife in low tones.

For some reason, she does not look surprised. "Oh?"

"He's here," Anakin adds. "I can feel him in the Force."

Padmé blinks, but she still does not look surprised. "What a coincidence," she says, and Anakin narrows his eyes.

"What do you know," he demands, more war general in the moment than husband. "Who is he with? Did he mention it to you? When? Did he tell you why he's here?"

Her pink mouth falls into a small 'o' as her eyebrows raise. "Wait a minute," she says slowly. "Are you jealous?"

Anakin scowls. "Of course not," he snaps, drumming his fingertips on the tabletop so he doesn't give into the desire to rip open the curtain at his back. "You can talk to whoever you please."

Padmé's eyebrows furrow, and her eyes are far too considering. Too much politician, not enough wife. "I didn't mean of me," she says.

[thekidsarentalright]

abap is literally magic if you even care. srar was a lightning in a bottle album but abap showed that it wasn’t a fluke, that they could keep going, that the fans and love was still there. abap was written on the road for a tour they were worried couldve been the last, and its release proved it wasn’t. it is an album that was forged as proof of magic and second chances and legacy. btw

[pulim-v]

The good thing about ADHD is that you're funny and creative and can think quickly and can make full-on essays about the stuff you love

The bad thing about ADHD is that

[pip3dream]

ok but imagine when Kit and Ty are on ok terms during the trip and Ty is looking at something against a table and Kit come up from behind and puts his chin on Tys shoulder and asks what he’s looking at

[dragonymango]

The creaturreeee

[spotforme]

i have taken to looking at the set dressing and, i'm sorry, four "no smoking" signs all within a meter of eachoter?

something was so wrong with Rimmer, is so wrong with Rimmer. two would already be a bit much for the purposes they provide but four is just ridiculous

[trappedinafantasy37]

Can you believe that I have spent this entire year completely obsessed over one fictional character? Minthara Baenre, what a woman you are!

[lochallthedoors]

The Times, 8 October 2017

[pnfc]

finished and posted that fic. i was just too excited to write more uncomfortable character interactions. now featuring phineas and ferb, with a celebrity guest appearance by baljeet

edit: y'know what cloud cover is a nicer title. i was just gonna title it "attenuation" one word but was like what is this a christopher nolan movie. no