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title and summary!! i lowkey feel like i’m making a debut album….

ANWS editing is done and it comes out tomorrow so yayyyy ((:

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unfinished but here you go

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aweee shucks THANK YOU!! <33

hey guys so it’s not wednesday but here’s a snippet of my WIP!! it’s actually finished. but i’m still agonizing over the editing a bit, so i’m probably gonna do one more read-through and call it a day!!

this one’s really near and dear to my heart. i very firmly believe in Lance having adhd (perhaps because I have adhd and his character really helped me come to terms with that when I was younger).

i ADORE fics where partners are supportive and awesome and completely accepting of neurodivergence. they’re wonderful and so so needed. but that is not what this fic is about.

this is about those moments when you clash with the people you love. not because they don’t love you, or support you, or accept you, but simply because sometimes it happens. that’s life.

(more on that after the cut!)

i want to preface this fic with: this is from keith’s perspective, so sometimes his language around adhd is a bit clunky, and he doesn’t really understand.

also, i very much see Lance as having more of a hyperactive adhd (i have combined) so i did my very best to do my research.

furthermore, adhd medication features pretty prominently in this story. some of this is from my own (brief) experience with medicating my adhd, but a lot of it also comes from reading about other people’s experiences.

TLDR: this is a story about my big feelings™️ about adhd told through klance.

PS - if anyone’s interested in beta’ing this btw lmk because i’d actually die of excitement.

PPS - i haven’t seen canon in years so rip if some things are wonky. also, i don’t remember where i originally saw the hc that keith reads trashy romance but i loved it so much that i included it so THANK YOU RANDOM TUMBLR USER.

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BRO THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY i love your fics so much??

this feels like getting complimented by a celebrity???

hey guys so it’s not wednesday but here’s a snippet of my WIP!! it’s actually finished. but i’m still agonizing over the editing a bit, so i’m probably gonna do one more read-through and call it a day!!

this one’s really near and dear to my heart. i very firmly believe in Lance having adhd (perhaps because I have adhd and his character really helped me come to terms with that when I was younger).

i ADORE fics where partners are supportive and awesome and completely accepting of neurodivergence. they’re wonderful and so so needed. but that is not what this fic is about.

this is about those moments when you clash with the people you love. not because they don’t love you, or support you, or accept you, but simply because sometimes it happens. that’s life.

(more on that after the cut!)

i want to preface this fic with: this is from keith’s perspective, so sometimes his language around adhd is a bit clunky, and he doesn’t really understand.

also, i very much see Lance as having more of a hyperactive adhd (i have combined) so i did my very best to do my research.

furthermore, adhd medication features pretty prominently in this story. some of this is from my own (brief) experience with medicating my adhd, but a lot of it also comes from reading about other people’s experiences.

TLDR: this is a story about my big feelings™️ about adhd told through klance.

PS - if anyone’s interested in beta’ing this btw lmk because i’d actually die of excitement.

PPS - i haven’t seen canon in years so rip if some things are wonky. also, i don’t remember where i originally saw the hc that keith reads trashy romance but i loved it so much that i included it so THANK YOU RANDOM TUMBLR USER.

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hey guys so it’s not wednesday but here’s a snippet of my WIP!! it’s actually finished. but i’m still agonizing over the editing a bit, so i’m probably gonna do one more read-through and call it a day!!

this one’s really near and dear to my heart. i very firmly believe in Lance having adhd (perhaps because I have adhd and his character really helped me come to terms with that when I was younger).

i ADORE fics where partners are supportive and awesome and completely accepting of neurodivergence. they’re wonderful and so so needed. but that is not what this fic is about.

this is about those moments when you clash with the people you love. not because they don’t love you, or support you, or accept you, but simply because sometimes it happens. that’s life.

(more on that after the cut!)

i want to preface this fic with: this is from keith’s perspective, so sometimes his language around adhd is a bit clunky, and he doesn’t really understand.

also, i very much see Lance as having more of a hyperactive adhd (i have combined) so i did my very best to do my research.

furthermore, adhd medication features pretty prominently in this story. some of this is from my own (brief) experience with medicating my adhd, but a lot of it also comes from reading about other people’s experiences.

TLDR: this is a story about my big feelings™️ about adhd told through klance.

PS - if anyone’s interested in beta’ing this btw lmk because i’d actually die of excitement.

PPS - i haven’t seen canon in years so rip if some things are wonky. also, i don’t remember where i originally saw the hc that keith reads trashy romance but i loved it so much that i included it so THANK YOU RANDOM TUMBLR USER.

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HELP i just learned about buc-ees (im originally from the southwest but i live in the east now) AND MY FRIEND WAS LIKE “we are NOT stopping there it’s a cult” and i genuinely believed it was like A LITERAL CULT.

happy wip wednesday!! because I missed last week, this week's snippet of the upcoming chapter of Part Time Soulmate, Full Time Problem is an extra long one <3

any guesses about what Keith might have found? 👀

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OK OMGS SO this got me thinking about how like. i feel like we get a lot of “and keith accepts lance exactly as he is” which i love and i eat it up every time.

howeverrrr, as a person with adhd sometimes like…you can both really love each other, and completely accept each other, and still step on each other’s toes, ya know?

like. in this situation!! keith messes up, but you can still be sympathetic to where he’s coming from (awesome job btw i really love this!)

hiiiii! how about 22. "Oh, so we're getting personal now?!" for the ask game?

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hiiiiiiiiiii this is gonna be fun and by fun i mean angsty. also surprisingly much longer than i thought???

The lack of sleep is starting to get to them all, but the headache threatening to split Keith's head open isn't helped with the way Lance keeps up a steady commentary. Normally, he doesn't mind it, the exact opposite actually, but he can't deal with it right now.

He glares at Lance. "Can you shut up?"

"Oh I'm sorry, am I bothering you?" The snarl on Lance's face looks alien. They've argued a million times at this point, but this is different from the times before.

"Yes! I can't even hear my thoughts over your constant talking!"

He doesn't know when the two of them walked up to each other, but now they're practically chest to chest, glaring at each other barely an inch apart.

"Uh, guys, I know we're all tired, but can you-"

They look at Hunk in tandem. "Stay out of this, Hunk!"

"What's your problem this time, Keith? I thought your mullet blocked out all sounds."

"You're my problem!" He says, poking Lance in the chest. "I feel like my head is going to explode and I have to keep listening to you just talk and talk! What, do you think we'll forget you exist if you stop talking?!"

"Oh, so we're getting personal now?!" Lance's face hardens, his usually expressive face wiped clean of all emotions. "Okay then. Here's the thing: everyone's tired, but you keep pushing us, like we're some kinda robots like you, but newsflash! We're not! If you just stopped for a moment, you'd see that the only thing keeping the team even slightly together currently is me. You try to be like Shiro but you're not. None of us are. But at least we're trying to keep the team together. Can you say that?"

Keith presses his lips together. He knows that he's not. He knows what Lance is saying is true, but it doesn't take the sting of it away.

"That's what I thought," Lance says, turning away. "Don't bother finding me until you get your shit together."

He watches as Lance walks out of the door, leaving the bridge in a suffocating, oppressive silence. Or maybe it's just Keith. His shoulders sag, the headache now truly turning into a full-blown migraine.

"I fucked up, didn't I?"

Hunk pats his shoulder, trying to console him. "You kinda did, buddy. He'll calm down in a bit, and you can apologize. He probably feels bad already, knowing him."

"Yeah..."

"Also, please get some painkillers from Coran," Hunk says, and shudders as he remembers something. "You and Lance scare me when you argue and then turn to me when I try to help."

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ok ok i know it’s 100% not the same, but i had a similar experience with being a vegetarian, and finally having people in your life that accommodate you makes SUCH a huge difference!! it’s deeper than just accommodating a restriction—it’s showing that they CARE about you, and want you included.

i had people in my life who used to try to explain how pretentious it is of me to not eat meat *almost every time* we went out for food, and it made me feel SO awful. (by the way for context, this isn’t a new thing for me, i’ve been a vegetarian for nearly 12 years now!)

and, same thing as you, if a place didn’t have something for me to eat, it was totally my responsibility to figure something out.

now i have wonderful wonderful friends who literally check menus FOR ME when they’re picking a place to eat?? “here’s the vegetarian options—anything sound good?”

and when i tell you the first time a friend asked that i damn near CRIED.

in the past i was always expected to accommodate around my diet restriction .

if these people in the past went to places to eat with me i couldnt eat at id just have to sit there with them

a ex of mine went on and on about how we would have separate spaces because they couldnt give up wheat. so i would be expected to get my own food and always cook my own meals and label everything.

now though im surrounded by people who make sure i can eat where i go and if i cant we go somewhere else

even my partner my beloved would rather not eat gluten food while im around just to be safe (cuz ya kinda have to brush your teeth and stuff before kissing me if you eat gluten lololol)

and even tries my gluten free food and eats it with me. shares my safe and works with my struggle

that. that is love

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guys research is so important like so SO SO important. this is what research does.

i think we should be talking about the semi-recent advancements in cystic fibrosis treatment like all the time every day. there hasn’t been a drug like this since AZT medications for HIV infection it is truly fucking miraculous and very important

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"empowering women by sending katy perry to space for 2 minutes" shut the fuck up. samantha cristoforetti was the first female commander of the international space station and she became an astronaut because of star trek. and there is a real chance she is a kirk/spock shipper

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try these out now to make captains in your area fall in love with you!

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getting out of the “you don’t need to be worrying about dating at your age!” age and into the “so…are you seeing anyone yet??” age is the craziest whiplash.

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the fucking budget bill of hell passed the house that removes HRT from medicare, general medicare spending cuts, student financial aid cuts, and oh yeah lets the teump regime ignore court orders even harder and lets for even harder executive overreach. they did this shit at motherfucking 2 am so people wouldn’t notice too

it passed house like i said but still needs to pass senate.

tell your senators to invoke byrd rule which is a goddamn real thing apparently

call your goddamn senators i swear to god

and if you’re in DC there’s a protest going on as we speak

go do your civic duty you piece of shit

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Car Troubles — A poem about home.

Home, to me, is a car key

smushed between cushions

on a busy school morning.

The frantic burn of gonna-be-late

as you throw trinkets off the kitchen table.

It’s watching people drive by out the window—

all ease, and smiles, and love.

It’s knowing you have a car, and that’s enough,

whether or not you ever find the damn keys—

And that those people who never lose their keys,

that drive by in their shiny mini-vans,

still break down on the side of the road.

But sometimes—

sometimes, it burns behind your eyes,

this ache of a thing, this sixth sense of loss.

Home is giving up on the keys and hopping in a friend’s car.

It’s hiding the burn in smiles and laughs and jokes about car troubles.

Because you have a great car, really,

it just has its quirks.

And your friends will laugh with you,

in their shiny, full, well-loved cars that break down every so often.

You’ll remember leaving the keys on the couch,

realize they must have gotten stuck in the cushions.

You laugh. It wouldn’t have started anyway.

It’s just car troubles.

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I was trying to think of a way to explain why this is stupid and also ghoulish. I think I came up with something.

Imagine you are an engineer designing body armor. You are tasked with making sure the body armor can stop 10 different types of bullets. In your first attempt, you create body armor that stops 6 of the 10 bullets. You start selling those because that's pretty good protection. You can save some lives while you continue to improve things.

You already know how to stop 6 bullets, but you really want to figure out how to stop the last 4. So you do exactly what you did before, but add a few more layers of Kevlar and a steel plate.

Your boss, RFK Jr., says he wants a test of the new and improved body armor. But he says you have to give one test subject the real thing and the other test subject fake body armor that does nothing.

And you're like, "Hey, can I at least give them the body armor that stops 6 bullets? We already know that gives some protection. We only need to compare the new armor to what we already accomplished."

And RFK says, "No, please shoot a person dead. It's science."

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thank you Canada 🇨🇦