#but fuck i think i have adhd

[keymintt]

a comic/zine about coyotes

[thoughtsofahouseplant]

spuffy + tiktok comments that made me think of them

[spitblaze]

you guys GOTTA stop making incredible fandom art that captures my attention so well with its themes and color and composition and implications it makes me go 'woah, that's cool, I wonder what show/book/game this is for?' and then I go to check the source tags and it's for a minecraft youtuber

[heartbeatbookclub]

I was looking at a few posts about autism (as one does) and it just suddenly clicked into place a fundamental thing about Yuri's character that I'd been grasping at, but hadn't really been able to adequately identify. I still have a much longer and more thorough analysis going through a whole lot of my thoughts on Yuri's character and her experience of autism that i'm working on (of which this will likely be a component), but I thought I'd share this separately just to emphasize.

Post I saw which made this click for me was making fun of the fact that most media depicting impaired empathy in autistic characters explicitly depicts them with this unflappable confidence of never having been rejected by people they love. The crux of this is that in actual reality, autistic people almost always have that experience at some point, for some behavior, for reasons they don't really understand. "There is an invisible line where people will get sick of you, and you have no warning of when you're about to cross it." So frequently, autistic people attempt to ride a razor thin edge, walking on constant eggshells to desperately attempt to avoid crossing that line.

Very often autistic people will attempt to avoid doing anything at all which could be considered weird, or off-putting, and will try their absolute hardest to do things in a way that is acceptable to other people, sometimes to the point of outright suppressing their emotions, because they are afraid that they'll say something just wrong enough that the people they care about will push them away, and they don't understand WHY it happened, but they know it's THEIR fault. Sometimes masking is fighting to appear aloof all the time because you can't regulate your emotions in a way that is acceptable to other people.

And holy fucking Jesus, that fits the exact mold of what I've been trying to talk about with the particular way Yuri's anxieties manifest.

It really feels to me like Yuri has this constant fear of breaking the "rules" of socializing, despite not really understanding what those rules even are. She's constantly afraid of saying something wrong, when she doesn't even know what wrong would be, she's just sure everyone ELSE will know it when they hear it. I think a huge part of her social anxiety comes from her own understanding of herself as a very weird person who doesn't really get a lot of how to socialize, and it seems to me like she's probably dealt with her fair share of social rejection and isolation based on those traits. She then felt she had to take responsibility for those traits, probably because it's the one thing she can change, and she is the one common denominator in all of these bad situations (This is something which is pretty common, actually! "Everyone else can socialize just fine, and I have so much difficulty with it! I must just be broken in some way. I have to try super hard to be normal to make friends!")

I think a big part of why it's so apparent in the Literature Club is because she really thinks she's found a place where she can make friends in spite of all of her issues, so when she starts...being herself, and receives even the smallest HINT of pushback, she overcorrects and tries to rein all of herself in to fix her "mistake", because she really wants to make friends here, and doesn't want them to reject her as well.

She's had this experience of others pushing her away for being weird so often that, coupled with her acknowledged trouble for reading situations, when anybody responds poorly to something and she recognizes it, she immediately overcorrects out of fear of being an annoying burden to everyone around her, and that "correction" consists of suppressing herself into being "normal" (or at least "less weird"), because she believes nobody could actually like her just for being who she is. There's something wrong with her fundamentally, and to make friends, for people to like her and want to be around her, she has to "fix" herself.

it's just, like...

it's really hard for me to interpret Yuri's character that doesn't involve her being somewhere on the spectrum, bros. she's written with such delicately constructed autistic coding, despite the appearance of just being a hackneyed weird girl visual novel trope. she deserves the world.......

[starfieldcanvas]

i think all the adhd people in the world should now be allowed to roast james somerton over a bonfire. first of all how dare you

[racmune]

they say that old man yaoi is quite popular lately, check it out when you get the chance

[feydfuckernation]

PJO Fancast (6/?) → Iñaki Godoy as Leo Valdez

Leo looked like a Latino Santa's elf, with curly black hair, pointy ears, a cheerful, babyish face, and a mischievous smile that told you right away this guy should not be trusted around matches or sharp objects. His long, nimble fingers wouldn't stop moving—drumming on the seat, sweeping his hair behind his ears, fiddling with the buttons of his army fatigue jacket. Either the kid was naturally hyper or he was hopped up on enough sugar and caffeine to give a heart attack to a water buffalo. "Anyway," Leo said, "I hope you've got your worksheet, 'cause I used mine for spit wads days ago. Why are you looking at me like that? Somebody draw on my face again?"

[lotusflw3r]

A lot of people tend to agree that Mephisto keeps around Amaimon specifically because it pertains to whatever plans he has meticulously crafted. But I think it's worth emphasizing that they do play games together, as demonstrated by small omakes.

And I'm by no means implying that they are buddy, buddy with each other, canon has supported that much, but I do think Mephisto keeps him around at least partially because he's so goddamn lonely.

I truly think Shiro was probably one of the only true friends Mephisto's ever had, at least in the past few decades, which makes me wonder just exactly what his social life looks like to begin with.

Mephisto's a huge attention whore, as demonstrated by his eagerness to be on TV around the time when civilization was beginning to become aware of the existence of demons, so, to a certain extent, he definitely craves social validation.

I can't imagine him being much of a fan of cocktail parties, just because I feel like he'd find himself "above" that sort of thing, in the sense that I feel like he'd find them to be a stupid and superficial human ritual, (mind you he thinks humans are cute, most definitely in a condescending "why do you even care about that sort of thing" way but maybe also as genuine admiration on his part, because he can't have that for himself) but he might indulge them every once in awhile as a means of fulfilling personal social quotas (and social networking as a means of maintaining his status as a socialite) because who else is there to intellectually stimulate him (as if priveleged, psuedo-intellectuals could ever do that pffftt, not like he has much of a choice though.)

He definitely engages people in a superficial way as a means of getting some, and in a way, it works for him, simply because I don't believe Mephisto has it in him to be vulnerable with anybody like that.

This sort of behavior may also give reason to why he's always observing others and their interactions, perhaps as a means of living through others, because he doesn't allow himself to do the same. This could also serve as an explanation for his degenerate ways, because you can't be out here binge playing otome games without some social ineptitude on your part (I'm mostly joking but it's far too fitting tbh.)

So, who else is there to keep him company, except for his little brother, who he can't even really share much of an intellectual connection with because... I mean, it's Amaimon? Amaimon definitely does not care to discuss the endless possibilities of the universe, but he will most definitely indulge Mephisto's litte video games, so long as it doesn't require much effort on his part.

THE POSSIBILITY IS KIND OF SAD TO THINK ABOUT TBH.

[inkskinned]

i know people are good because of this: the universe often assigns me side quests. in a circular strangeness; despite my inability to locate my-own-anything, i am almost-always finding someone else's lost things. dogs, coats, phones, cash, laptops. it happens so often it's almost tiring; suddenly being looped into a tiny amount of detective work.

but when i'm with other people who are not used to this: the response is almost invariably delight. yes, maybe they are simply thrilled by the mystery. it's just... they light up so much. i think maybe more... i think they like the opportunity to do something kind.

a few weeks ago, i was at a bar and i found a wallet as soon as we stepped outside. i felt nervous to ask for help, worried i would be holding up the night. i picked it up and said go on without me, i should help this get back to its home.

instead, three people pulled out their phones - to find him on facebook, to help cancel his credit cards. two people went back into the bar to tell the bartender, two others went calling down the street. group texts, facebook posts, instagram stories. people, without even seeing what happened, start offering help to me. fifteen minutes and: someone knows someone who knows the guy. the cheer that went up - just for finding him, just for this small thing. someone gets him on the phone. strangers dance around me, hopping on their feet - are you the girl that found that wallet? good for you, that's a good thing you're doing/same thing happened to me and somebody did what you're doing and i thank god everyday for people like you/i can't believe you found him so fast this is so exciting

i gave it back to him in a parking lot. i watched his shoulders sag with relief. there was cash in it still - he checked the pocket, and then sheepishly held the money out to me. i didn't take it. i held up my hands. "it's no problem, man. i know you'd do the same for me."

i don't know him, to be honest. i don't know if he is the same kind of person i am. but he nodded at me.

and i know people are good. i know people are good, because the way this story ends isn't surprising. we wave goodbye awkwardly. my friend loops their arm around me.

"i can't believe we got it back to him," they said. "i'm going to be riding that high for weeks."

[thehmn]

Psychiatrist: Does anyone else in your family have ADHD? It often runs in the family.

Me: I don’t know. Nobody ever got diagnosed with it.

Psychiatrist: That’s not unusual. A sign could be criminal activity because people with ADHD seek excitement and have less impulse control if they’re undiagnosed, so petty, non-violent crime is common.

Me: Well, the only criminal was my grandfather who kept robbing corner stores with his hunting rifle and was so well known by the police they’d show up at my grandparents’ apartment first if a corner store nearby got robbed. My mom woke up more than once because a police officer was shining a flashlight in her face in the middle of the night when they were looking for him and the fancy jewlery box in her bedroom was made by my grandfather while he was in prison.

Psychiatrist looking at me silently, then crossing a single thing off on her papers: I…see.

Me: Oh, and my dad bounced his legs a lot when he sat down.

Psychiatrist: Yes…that could be a sign too…

[cathalbravecog]

A very self indulgent drawing of Misty I've been working on for a few weeks... On and off. But now it's here! :]

[angel-mira]

the state of my mental health tbh

[elusivewildflower]

Taking Orders | Sierra Six/Court Gentry x Reader

Pairing: Sierra Six/Court Gentry x F! Reader

Summary: On a mission with Six, you do something that could’ve gotten you killed. Six is upset that you didn’t listen to him, and decides to teach you how to take orders.

Warnings: pure smut, I am not sorry. Cursing, kinda dom!Six, oral (m! receiving), unprotected piv, creampie 

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I finally wrote something that is under 5k words lmfao. I never really proofread these things too much, so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes! I hope you guys enjoy this to hold you over until I get part 2 of The Other Fitzroy finished! 

MINORS DNI

Your hands braced yourself against your knees as you fought to catch your breath. You had made it back to the safe house just mere moments before Court did, having been split up during your last fight of the mission. You didn’t worry about that, though, you knew he could handle himself. Besides, at that point, almost everyone you were fighting against was dead, you both just needed to high-tail it out of there before the authorities arrived. You were lucky enough to come off rather unharmed, just bruised, dirty, and your body aches all over. You knew you wouldn’t have too long to rest, but you were looking forward to soaking up every moment of it. 

You almost didn’t catch the sound of the front door closing softly, as your heart hammered in your ears, but you certainly didn’t miss the sound of loud footsteps storming your way. You stood to your full height and cast your gaze in Court’s direction, he looked angry. 

“What the fuck was that?!” He didn’t even give you a chance to respond, your brows furrowing and mouth dropping open and then closing shut as he continued. “When I tell you to take cover and run, you take cover and run! You do not pick up a live grenade and throw it back!” He shouted right into your face, his long legs closing the distance between the two of you whilst he was speaking. His darkened blue eyes searched your face and then dropped down to your body, seemingly looking for any injuries.

Realization dawned upon you, as you had hardly ever seen Court this furious. He was worried about you. For a mere moment, you felt a bit of guilt. But, then you realized you had done what you needed to do. He would’ve done the same in a heartbeat.

“I had nowhere to run, Court! I did what I had to!” You defended your actions, not letting how close he was standing to intimidate you. 

“Yeah? And what would’ve happened if you had been just a second too late in throwing the grenade?” He questioned, taking another step closer towards you. “You’d be dead.” He spat out in your face. 

In response, you took a step backwards to produce space between you– to give you enough room to breathe–and to think. That quickly backfired when your back hit the wall behind you, and you realized you were trapped. A smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as he followed after you, reaching for your hands and pinning them to the wall. Moving to hold both of your wrists in one hand above your head, he leaned in close, his mouth brushing against the shell of your ear.

“I think you need to be taught how to take orders,” He growled into your ear. His breath cascading down your neck caused a shudder to flow through you, a pathetic whimper falling from your lips. You hated what this man did to you in such close proximity, your thighs already pressing together as a heat pooled between your legs. He, on the other hand, loved it. 

“On your knees,” He commanded gruffly. 

This time, you didn’t hesitate to do as he said. He released his hold upon your wrists and took a half-step backwards to give you room to sink to your knees. Your hands made their way to his belt, but he stopped you before you could go any further.

He gave a click of his teeth, “Did I tell you to touch me?” 

You removed your hands at once, and gave a shake of your head, sitting back on your haunches. “No. I’m sorry, sir.”

His hands replaced where yours had been, undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. He reached into his boxers and pulled free his half-hard cock. Even just the sight of him made your panties dampen with another flood of arousal. He gave himself a few strokes, and soon, he was fully erect. “Open your mouth.” He ordered, the head of his thick cock pressing against your lips. 

You did as he asked—ordered, really, and opened your mouth so that your lips wrapped around him. You gave his head a few kitten licks, encouraging a soft groan to fall from his lips. One of his hands wrapped around the back of your head, tangling itself in your hair, as he held you still. One harsh thrust of his hips had his cock pressing into the back of your throat, causing you to gag around him and your eyes to water. 

Your hands flew to his muscular thighs in response, and he seemed to forgive that unsanctioned touch—probably because he enjoyed the feeling of your nails biting into his skin. Another groan fell from his lips as you tried to relax your throat and breathe steadily through your nose— an act that was somewhat difficult considering your face was pressed against his pelvis. He was kind enough to give you that moment to compose yourself, but it didn’t last for long. 

He retracted his hips, until only the head of his cock pressed against your tongue, before he plunged himself back down your throat. This time you were more prepared, but it still didn’t stop you from gagging around his length. The grip he had on the back of your head tightened, his calloused fingers holding you in place as he rocked his hips at a steady pace. Tears mixed with mascara cascaded down your cheeks, a sight that had him throbbing in your mouth.

“God, you’re so pretty like this. Such a good girl for me.” He groaned. 

You couldn’t hold back the moan that vibrated around his cock at his compliment, your thighs clenching together in hopes of finding some relief. Your panties were absolutely soaked at this point, your clit throbbing with need at every groan and grunt that fell from his lips. His free hand moved to cradle your jaw, his thumb brushing away your tears as he continued to fuck into your face. His groans of pleasure grew louder as the rhythm of his hips faltered. You were sure that he was about to empty himself right down your throat, but then he withdrew himself completely from your mouth. His grip upon your jaw tightened slightly as he held off his orgasm, his cock twitching deliciously right in front of your face. He rubbed his thumb over your swollen lips before giving a tap on the bottom of your chin with his fingers. 

“Up,” He ordered.

You moved to stand, your legs almost giving out from underneath you from being on your knees for so long. Your entire lower half felt like jello. His hands quickly made their way to your pants, undoing them and sliding them and your underwear down your legs. You worked on kicking off your shoes and pants the rest of the way as he yanked your shirt over your head. His deft fingers unclasped your bra and threw it to the side. When you tried to reach for the end of his shirt to get rid of it, he pushed your hands away and shook his head. 

“No. Jump.” His hand slapped your ass harshly as he spoke. 

A whine fell from your lips, both from the disappointment of him remaining clothed and in response to his smack. He slapped your other cheek in response just as harshly, the sting of it melting into pleasure as he massaged it afterwards. 

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” He warned, his head craned down to whisper into your ear when you hadn’t moved to follow his order. 

You whimpered softly, your hands finding purchase upon his shoulders as you jumped. His calloused hands caught you instinctively as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He pressed your back into the wall as he held you up with one hand, his other guiding his thick and veiny cock towards your entrance. He wasted no time in teasing you, sheathing himself completely inside of you in one thrust. A deep groan rumbled in his chest at the feeling of your tight, velvety, walls around his cock. Your eyes squeezed shut as he split you open, the familiar burn of being stretched almost overpowering the pleasure. He didn’t even give you a chance to adjust before setting a brutal pace. Each snap of his hips had the head of his cock ramming into your cervix, his pelvis pressing against your clit. It didn’t take long for the burn of him stretching you wide open to fade into immense pleasure, your walls fluttering around him. 

He changed the angle of his thrusts and you immediately saw stars. He was hitting you in just the right spot over and over again. You felt the beginnings of your orgasm approaching rapidly, his brutal pace driving you insane. 

“Court, I’m gonna—“ your words were cut off with a high pitched whine when he stilled his hips. 

He grabbed your chin roughly, “Did I tell you you could cum?” He paused, as if waiting for a response. 

You gave a pitiful shake of your head with the tight grip he had upon your jaw. Your breathing  labored as you tried to force yourself to calm down, your chest pressing against his with every inhale. The feeling of your nipples rubbing against his clothed chest sent sparks directly to your core.

“You’ll cum when I tell you to, do you understand?” 

You nodded your head but that didn’t suffice for him. 

“Use your words, sweetheart,” He commanded. 

“I understand.” 

“Good girl.” He gave a nod of his head as he finally released his hold upon your jaw, his hand returning to your ass as he began his harsh and brutal pace once again. 

You were sure that you’d have bruises the next morning with how forcefully his fingers dug into your ass, but that thought only aroused you further. Which was the opposite of what you needed at the moment. You bit down upon your bottom lip harshly to try to ground yourself, to focus on pain rather than pleasure as you tried to keep your orgasm at bay. He seemed to be proving this difficult for you, as he hadn’t shifted the angle in which he fucked into you, still ramming the head of his cock right into your sensitive spot. 

The muscles in your lower stomach constricted, tears welling in your eyes as you fought off the inevitable. You could feel every ridge and vein of his thick cock pistoning in and out of you, your velvety walls gripping him perfectly with every thrust. His cock swelled and twitched deeply within you, his lips connected with your neck, sucking and nipping until he had left several marks that would take days to fade away. He murmured praises against your skin, how good you felt around him, how good you were being for him, and it was all too much. 

“C-Court, pl-please,” You cried out to him, begging him to let you have your release. 

He growled against your skin, “Cum for me, princess.” 

Your mouth fell slack as your entire body tensed, your walls clenching around him tightly as your orgasm crashed over you. He bucked his hips up into yours one last time before reaching his own, a deep groan resounding from his chest. His cock twitched deeply within you as he shot rope after rope of his hot seed, filling you to the brim. 

You rested your foreheads against each other for a few moments as you sought to catch your breaths. He pulled himself from your heat with a quiet hiss, and gently set you down onto your feet. Two fingers made their way in between your thighs, gathering the cum that was leaking from your pussy before shoving it back in. The action made you gasp in surprise, your eyes meeting his. 

“D’you think you’ve learned to follow orders, now?” He questioned as he pulled his fingers away from you, raising them to your lips for you to clean. 

You opened your mouth willingly, taking the time to suck his fingers clean before responding. A part of you wanted to respond with yes, but the other part wasn’t so sure. A sly smirk spread across your lips when his fingers returned to his side. “Maybe,” You responded coyly. 

He scoffed lightly, giving a shake of his head, but his smirk mirrored yours. “Mm, well then I suppose I’ll just have to teach you again.”

You liked the sound of that.

[yourheartinyourmouth]

googling “jobs for gay idiot adhd losers who can’t do math and have no skills and have never been able to mentally and emotionally handle the responsibility of being employed” weirdly didn’t bring back any results???????????

[autumnalmess]

Poor girl experiences the tragic entanglement of hyperfixation-fuelled motivation and executive-dysfunction-fuelled paralysis and she is being so brave about it

[b4kuch1n]

fuck it sk8 sketches from da sketchbook. get sk8ed idiot