look, guys, this may seem ironic coming from a person with Verbose Disease, but I'm about to tell you the secret to winning social media: shutting the fuck up. you have a controversial discourse opinion? shut the fuck up and no one will know. can't participate in a boycott for various reasons? shut the fuck up and no one will know. you think or do something Problematic that has no bearing on anyone but yourself? shut the fuck up and no one will know. you haven't been keeping up on a pressing social issue? shut the fuck up and no one will know. your mind is a wonderful place where you can have all the bad takes in the world and they're all perfectly insulated from everyone and everything unless you try to excise them on a grand scale. you can take the mental L all by yourself without using a public platform as a confession booth and face zero repercussions and it'll be just fine. open up a damn diary and explain yourself there.
this is your gentle reminder to stop fighting against your adhd and instead structure your life around it
buy a pack of chapsticks and put one in the pocket of all of your coats and jackets because you always forget to bring one and chapped lips is sensory hell
leave important things where you can see them. if they go in a box or a drawer you will forget they exist
put any appointments or deadlines in your phone calendar As Soon As you get them. set a reminder for a week before, a day before, an hour before, as many as you need as often as you need them.
when that little voice in your head says "i dont need to write that down, ill remember it" that is the devil talking!!! write it down anyway!!
plan for down time. have a few hours at the end of every day to just do fun stuff like engage in your hyperfixations. even if you didnt get all of your work done that day, have the rest anyway. you probably spent the whole day beating yourself up for not doing what you Should be doing, so you still need the break.
if you never eat vegetables because its too much effort to chop and cook them, get the frozen or canned shit. it doesnt go off for ages and you just have to microwave it. theres no point buying fresh vegetables if they just keep going off and being left to rot in the bottom of your fridge
if you struggle to decide what to have for dinner every day, take the decision out of it. choose a set of meals and eat those on rotation until you get sick of them, then choose some new ones and do it again.
its not stupid if it works! our brains literally have a chemical deficiency. you are allowed to accommodate yourself. go forth and stop making your life more difficult than it has to be because "this shouldn't be this hard". it is hard, so make it easier.
i think ken is obsessed with how strong colt is but he doesn’t quite understand stunt men yet? he thinks colt’s job is on par with a boxer or pro wrestler (do NOT tell that man pro wrestling’s staged) and it amuses colt so much when ken is hanging off his arm and bragging about how his boyfriend is such an amazing fighter
as soon as colt explains what a stunt man actually is, ken’s even more impressed!!! and he brags even more!! ken is very affectionate, loves to brag about him, and colt is like 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
I think everyone has both "hard" headcanons (things that are so integral to your understanding of a story that you can't enjoy content that contradicts them), and "soft" headcanons (things that are mutable, where you aren't strongly attached or you're open to alternate interpretations) and if you aren't sure if something is one or the other you can just read a fic where the author disagrees with you and see whether you react with "Huh, that's interesting" or "I have been overcome with a creeping sense of existential wrongness."
about eight months after his relationship with patrick ends, ken wants to act on his feelings for colt, but he's terrified of the idea of getting into another relationship.
patrick did things to him that not even barbie knows about. ken trusts her more than anyone, and he can't bring himself to talk to her about the things that bring him the most shame. things that make it hard for him to be touched. to even be looked at sometimes.
he would honestly rather die than tell anyone about that.
and then there's the fact that patrick won't leave him alone. ken moved, yet patrick found him. patrick shows up outside the photography studio, the coffee shop he likes, the bakery he goes to sometimes before a shoot. he follows barbie, gloria, and ryan around, too, and ken thanks every deity he can think of that sasha's at college out of state so he can't bother her.
barbie says it isn't his fault, but ken thinks she's just trying to spare his feelings. he can't bring colt into it. the guilt would eat him alive.
but colt is...persistent. not in the way patrick was, but he's determined to show ken that he's not afraid, that he can handle it, that ken's worth it to him.
"i don't know," ken says warily. "i have a lot of...baggage now. i'm a handful."
colt grins at him. "luckily for you, i have two hands."
“tony stark is nothing without his suit” sorry can you repeat that i couldn’t hear you over the sound of tony making his first suit in a cave using a load of scrap while being imprisoned and tortured by a terrorist group