#Ritalin PLEASE

[electricfrank3n]

i like totk link and zelda a normal amount

[hypogryffin]

how do u draw so much so fast

well,

[sincerelyyellingback]

This is so damn stupid. I'm trying to research the effects of stimulant drugs on female sexual development because I was prescribed Ritalin from 8th-10th grade, and I only developed what I would consider a normal libido a few weeks ago at age 23. I am also looking up whether this would be related to Raynaud's syndrome in any way.

Anyway, I had to go back and add the word "female" to my search, because every result I was getting was either a study done only on boys, or a link to a medical website that only mentions erectile dysfunction. None of the websites mention women unless you add "female" to the search. Nobody gives a fuck about women's health.

[thegothicviking]

Context: years ago I "made this" scenario/mini fic (?) all from scratch! (yes I did type all the color and font changes every time and I didn't copy or paste anything although I should have as this took me a solid 3-5 hours to make!😑)

Glad I screenshotted it or I probably would have never found it again! Anygays..here is:

4 of the Rammstein boys if they were in early 00's chat rooms!

Enjoy this shit show ❤:

[painted-bees]

wahahay what do I gotta do to get my brain back on task lol

[sevilai]

Ohhh god guys did you know,,, Did you know that

that if y-

if you want to be an artist you have to actually MAKE ART hhhhuuUGHHhh I'm going to throw up

[calyptramoths]

my fear with my current therapist is that she might be the "mind over body" or "you dont need medication you just need to overcome it" type which does not mesh well when i would very very much benefit from being medicated

[foxskip]

Why is doing anything other than my job so fucking hard all the time

[magnetic-dogz]

Wanted to try working on college work before my ritalin wore off and folks I'm gonna be real. It's been like 2 hours and I've barely gotten anything done I don't think the meds are gonna help

[dullahandyke]

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WOOO HALFWAY THERE!! could stop for the night but let's keep the ball rolling. 3am ily. I do fr need to eat something tho so break time < has been constantly taking breaks

[iamthemovie]

oougghg over the weekend i tried to renew a medication from my endo that was out of refills or whatever and usually her office is super quick about renewing prescriptions but i hadn’t heard anything back until this morning when someone from her office called me while i was showering (-_-) and left a voicemail that my endo put through a one month supply of the medication but she wants my primary doctor to start prescribing that medication instead which is a problem because in a month i will turn 21 and will not have a primary doctor bc the doctor i’ve been seeing is a pediatrician (-_-) because there were and still are no available adult doctors in that practice (-_-). so i guess i will not have my meds for a while

[chowtrolls]

if you see me post and my homework isn’t done, you have permission to- no, you are obligated to snipe me on sight.

[aropride]

i am so very overwhelmed <- he is a student again

[soggypotatoes]

yo I just met the psychiatrist the new hospital I was moved to yesterday put me with and there was an Instant connection and I really really liked her and she said really interesting helpful things and I'm so relieved I'm crying hfjdjfksls

been seeing different psychiatrists for 8 years and the ones I've had have triggered me and made me worse and ik I've only seen her once but I think she will *actually* help me thank GOD

[lillybean730]

hi hi excuse me could my shoulder please stop acting up literally a day before i have to stop taking advil for a week

[tlacehualli]

@chronal-anomaly

The itch to move, to fight, to avoid the inevitable stillness that came with death, pulsed through her. You are not safe here. Get up, go somewhere, move, damn it! But the pain that radiated through her leg, through the bone, tore through her attention. The taste of regret and loss filled her mouth as she struggled against the cool brick that was her current prison. Lena would have to radio out, call someone to come get her. With luck, Angela would be able to fix it and Lena would be back on her feet within a few weeks. 

Her focus on the bleeding hole in her leg, Lena did not hear the sound of the hacker landing just a few feet deeper into the dark. Her voice, however, was unmistakable, and Lena found herself fumbling for weapons that were just out of reach. 

“Gi’ back!” The desperate calls of a wounded creature, of a woman ready to chew off a limb to fight for her survival. Sombra petrified her, the power she held in her fingers alone was plenty to kill Genji and Lena ten times over, or worse. Turn them, hand them over to a calling that would make them into nothing more than blind assassins for the cause, for whatever Talon held their truth in. Ghost stories and whispered concerns filled her head as she tried to drag herself to a nearby pulse pistol. 

Purple filled the accelerator just as she felt the thrum of it come back online. The feeling of power, of lightness, disappeared just as fast as it had appeared, this time leaving Lena with an empty hollowness. 

“I’ll shoo’ you.” Blood leaked from her leg as she scowled up at Sombra, not quite registering her words. “I’m serious, stay the bloody hell away from me.” Gods she wished she had a weapon. But Lena had been worse situations, and the training for a takedown from this position wasn’t lost on her. Despite it all, Tracer could still fight. 

Why was Tracer looking at her like she was her own personal sleep paralysis demon?

That was the question, wasn't it? Also, honestly, it kind of stung. It took a bit of getting used to in the years since she'd joined, and she'd also been familiar with the disapproving looks of abuelas and tias in the neighborhood when they'd seen her in the fluorescent Los Muertos paint, but fear - well fear was something generally reserved for whatever sick fuck she'd decided to set Widowmaker on whenever Talon wanted some extra cash.

So yeah. It really sucked. And it hurt something fierce too. She'd been between a rock and a hard place for thirty years and she'd done whatever she had to to survive, including extensive surgery, a faked death, and joining some terrorists. She was happy to be alive despite the odds, sure. The something would come along and remind her of everything she'd lost. Like, relatively good people being terrified of her.

But that was neither here nor there, really.

"Hey." Her usually sharp, mocking, accented tone softened - the claws of the tech in her hand retracted, and she withdrew her own SMG from its holster and set it on the ground, pushing it away. The question of her own morality was always in limbo, but she didn't like her chances if this kid ended up dead because she was too fuckin' upset someone was scared of her. For whatever reason that was.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? That looks - se ve muy serio," and she stumbled over the English a little before switching over. She looked from Tracer's face to the wound. "You really shouldn't move. I don't think it hit an artery 'cause there's not enough blood, but it didn't hit nothin'."