Me, 7 years old + ADHD: I will dive to the bottom of this pool to get the spiderman toy my brother threw in, and I will steal it from my Aunts house; I do not know why I love spiderman, but I do very much.
Me now, 23 + AuHD: My spiderman interest turned out to be a hyper-fixation that my friend has now brought back on accident and now I will not only give my soul to find that spiderman toy from when I was 7 once again; But I will also give my leg, arm and eyeballs to have merch of my favourite beans. Unfortunately, my favourites have either no merch or the worst merch - I love Electro, Scorpion and specifically Harry - I love Green Goblin too much all his merch is expensive as fuck and I am not prepared for debt
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The struggle
For real, brain. I'd like to finish one fic without you imagining a few dozen stories for the newest thing I start watching/reading.
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So, little hyper-fixation moment...
I was on Comic Studio ( https://comic.studio/ ) and I was very hyper-fixated on Hellboy content and Cookie Run that I wanted to talk about Hellboy and ask about Hellboy.
Hell, I even made like three or five posts relating to the topic! BUT IT’S MORE ABOUT THE THREE POSTS!
But nonetheless, I even made my first chain, being this...
THIS. IS MY FIRST CHAIN. I MADE. ON MY ACCOUNT!
And now, I’m still waiting on many other users’ iterations of the chain...
But either way, thank for coming to my meeting...
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sorry dude can’t hang out I’m making up scenarios in my head. sorry no it’s gonna take up all my time.
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Jason Todd in Love…
As Red Hood, he’s talkative, sarcastic, aggressive, and cocky. When he’s with you, he’s tender and gentle. He’s eerily quiet and strangely calm. Every whim is followed without protest, and he hangs on every word.
Jason’s always looking for ways to touch you and will constantly pull you into his lap where he’ll give you soft kisses on your shoulder and neck. He just likes to watch you exist: he watches quietly when you’re getting ready, attempting to cook, etc. He loves how you’ll trail your nails up his arm and across the top of his back as you pass him on the sofa.
He loves you because you ground him: You’re real, you’re here and you’ve never left. His world slows down with you and, when he’s getting in his head and slipping away, you snap him out of it. You stand up to him. You talk your shit and force him back to you. “Don’t do that. You’re trying to talk yourself out of this.” You grab his face, forcing him to look at you. “You want me, yes or no?”
“Yes.” He’ll answer softly. “Always.”
“Then you have me.” You push him away from you. “Don’t try and find a way to ruin it. I will kick your ass. Got me?” You stare at him, arms folded and waiting for an answer.
He’ll give a smile before answering. “Yeah, I got you.” He looks at you honey eyed and apologetic.
“Good.” You move into his arms and place a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Now, go sit in the kitchen. I made us breakfast.”
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Guess who just watched Ramshackle!
(and is currently scowering the internet for more)
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