and i forgot to write it down

funny story

when I was little, I would go on Nickelodeon.com all the time and they had this game similar to club penguin except it was called Nicktropolis. and if you forgot your password, a security question you could choose was “what is your eye color?” and if you got it right it’d tell you your password. so I would go to popular locations in Nicktropolis and write down random usernames who were also in those areas, and then i would log out and type in the username as if it were my own and see which of these usernames had a security question set to “what is your eye color?” (which was most of them, since it was easy and we were all kids). i would then try either brown, blue, or green, and always get in, then I would go to their house and send all of their furniture and decorations to my own account’s. and if it I didn’t want it, i could sell it for money

blue and gansey not being able to kiss is a narratively unsatisfying choice because the curse storyline has no tangible endgame and therefore loses its whole purpose. for me, the storyline was always about either gansey dying for good thanks to blue’s kiss or blue and gansey breaking the curse by fulfilling it. that seemed to be the only two rational outcomes and neither happens and that makes blue’s curse quite pointless, to be fair. all that build up in four books leads to literally nowhere because nothing changes, not the fact that they can’t kiss, not the fact that they still desperately desperately want to. gansey dies, he comes back, and nothing changes, and that just falls flat in my opinion. it makes their storyline feel really unfinished and incomplete, thus i am electing to ignore this for the rest of my life.

wither me down

Summary: It’s strange, how Otabek doesn’t mind that his lungs are filled with flowers and each day is more agonizing than the last. After all, loving Yuri Plisetsky is a privilege in and of itself. (belated happy valentine’s day! warning for character death, otayuri, hanahaki au, word count: 6166)



He first meets Yuri when he is twelve, almost thirteen. He is hunched over, heaving from the strenuous exercise that Yakov made them do, and he looks up to try again when he sees him. He must be ten at the oldest, and is without a doubt the best student in that room. Otabek never pays much attention to the other students, but this time he looks at this boy, who manages to complete the exercise he’s been struggling with effortlessly.

And then the boy’s head turned to look at his direction, and he is captivated.

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I keep forgetting (ironically enough) that some people don’t have ADHD. Like, someone could write a weaponless character leaping at someone, fully intending to fight them barehanded and I would just assume the character forgot they didn’t have weapons because that’s what I would do.

Or I’ll see someone get a code for something and then be astonished they remember it without writing it down.

And some people just automatically know to not do things just because they thought about doing it for one second?? Like… That’s incredible to me.

Thanks, Charlie

Word Count: 1184

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Written for @jessica-bones-winchester ‘s Dating Dean Challenge. My prompts were Wearing only one of his plaid shirts to bed  and Nights cuddled together watching DVD’s. 

This is yet another crapfest of epic proportions which I feel the need to apologize for. I had plans for this when I signed up but I lost ‘em and ran out of time and forgot how to write if I even ever knew how in the first place and this is what came out of it. 

Thanks to @bringmesomepie56 for the beta. 


Reader’s POV

“We should’ve gone with Sam.” I sighed, pulling the blanket tighter around myself. “He could use the backup.”

“No can do, sweetheart. Sam has Garth for backup.” Dean sat down on the couch next to me with his arms full of snacks and drinks. “You heard the doctor. You’re lucky you didn’t break your back in that last hunt. No hunting for you for awhile.” He opened up the snacks and laid everything out on the coffee table he’d set up in the living area for me then leaned back, opening his arms up and motioning for me to lay against him. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, crawling between his legs and wrapping my arms around him, resting against his chest.

“Technically, he never said no hunting.” I reminded Dean who scoffed.

“Semantics, Y/N.” Dean growled. “He said no strenuous activity. If we told him you were a hunter, you’d be in the psych ward. We all would be.”

“Fine.” I sighed in exasperation. “What movies did you pick?”

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lil add/adhd things

being chastised for being forgetful despite the fact that it’s literally a symptom of your illness

being unable to remember instructions you were given minutes before

standing, frustrated in the middle of a room as you try to remember what important thing you were just doing

forgetting important details or dates despite writing them down and putting reminders everywhere

people treating you like you’re stupid for not remembering things correctly

having no concept of the passage of time

people getting frustrated with you asking questions they’ve already answered

stopping asking questions because you’re so tired of being yelled at

anxiety over asking questions

obsessive list making

missing things because you forgot about them

i’m so depressed today lol

Cologne

A short fic based off of the potion from Harry Potter, Amortentia for day 2 of the Carry On Countdown. If you are interested, you can join at any time. All the information is here. Yesterday’s fic can be found here

Shit, I’m late, Baz thought as he rushed down the hall towards the potions room. It was the first time Baz had been late to class in two years. He made it a point to arrive to class on time and prepared. Anytime he was late or forgot something, he couldn’t help but imagine his mother chiding him for it.

He finally arrived at the heavy wooden doors at the end of the hall a few minutes after the bell rang. Before he entered the room, he took a few moments to fix his hair and straighten his tie. It would be humiliating for Baz Pitch, son of the famous Natasha Grimm Pitch, top student at Watford, and heir to the Pitch legacy, to walk into class late and looking disheveled.

Once he was sure that he no longer looked as if he had been sprinting to class, he quietly opened the door and slipped into the classroom.

Fortunately for him, Mr. Querie was too absorbed in explaining today’s assignment to take role or notice Baz sneaking into class. He quickly found his seat near the front, right beside his roommate and arch nemesis, Simon Snow.

“Where were you?” Simon demanded as Baz took a seat. Baz ignored him. The last thing he wanted to do was further embarrass himself by being caught talking in class. And besides, why should he explain to Simon why he was late? It’s not like it was any of his business.

Diverting his attention away from Simon, he removed his potions textbook from his bag. As he was flipping to the correct page, he suddenly noticed a very strong scent wafting through the air.

“Snow, how much cologne did you put on today?” Baz hissed in Simon’s ear.

Simon turned to him, a confused look crossing his face, “Hardly any. I woke up late and didn’t have time to put any on.”

Baz scowled, “Then why does the whole room reek of that bloody over-scented cologne? What did you do, spill a bottle of it in here?”

Baz heard the sound of muffled laughter coming from beside Simon. He tilted his head and spotted Penny Bunce sitting beside Simon, giggling with her hand over her mouth.

“What’s so funny, Bunce?” he snarled.

She removed her hand, “Baz, do you have any idea what potion we are making today?”

“No, I haven’t reached the page yet,” Baz replied. Penny motioned for him to continue to the page. Rolling his eyes, he leafed through the book until he reached it. All the color drained from his face.

“We’re making amortentia, the strongest love potion in the world,” Penny said. “Do you know what’s special about amortentia?”

“O-of course I do,” Baz muttered, embarrassment and dread crawling in his stomach.

A smug smile appeared on Penny’s face, “And what do you smell?”

Baz gave her a dirty look and turned away, feeling utterly humiliated. Meanwhile, Penny was in danger of passing out from trying so hard not to laugh, and Simon’s eyes darted between them, making him look more confused than usual.

Mouth Like Heaven, Kisses Like Stars

aka, the time when everything goes downhill and bellamy just goes down.

(or, bellamy called clarke princess again so obviously i had to take that and run  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

wc: 2 417
rated: E
read on ao3 here

“If you keep frowning like that, you’re going to get stress lines before you’re thirty.”

Clarke doesn’t even bother to glance over at Bellamy, who’s leaning against a tree and definitely not helping while she looks for the herb they came for.

“As if you’re one to talk,” she scoffs.

“I have a youthful glow,” he shoots back. “I’m going to continue looking twenty three even when I’m well into my forties.”

“If you live long enough to be forty,” she mutters under her breath.

There’s the sound of his foot hitting the undergrowth as he stands straight once more. “Clarke,” he says, the fond teasing cadence of his voice from before all but gone now.

“I know, I know. Stop talking about death so much.”

“You need to loosen up, princess.”

“I have no idea how to that.”

She can hear him shuffling around until he’s right behind her and she turns to look up at him, his overgrown fringe falling into his eyes like a sheepdog’s.

“Well,” he starts, “You can read a book, take a walk, try to knit. Maybe even join Harper for some beat time on the train dummy.” He pauses and then throws her a wicked smirk. “And there’s also sex of course.”

She doesn’t quite choke on nothing, but comes fairly close to it.

“Come again?”

“That’ll help loosen you up even more.”

Bellamy.”

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I forgot I had a fair handful of more celestial!Percy sketches (one is hoping to maybe do some writing for this AU, because a comic would be too time consuming and that time is taken for Altra comic and @driftandhivemind). Here’s some bath times because I think that little wing wiggle birds do when they bathe to be the CUTEST. (I like feathers going from Percy’s hair all the way down his back, but it messes with his silhouette in a way I don’t like.)

Dear fan fic writers

I just want to say thank you so much for putting so much time and effort on your work just to make us happy. You have no idea but your writing may lighten up someone’s day. Whenever I was feeling down, I found my sweet escape by reading my favorite fanfic and it just makes me feel like nothing else matters at the moment. I can just forgot about all the problems and actually feel happy. You have no idea how much your amazing stories mean to someone. And I just want to say thank you so much for putting a smile for my face even though we never met, we may just be stranger to each other but ya know what, it’s funny how your writing can make me feel 100x time better the way people around me could never. So thank you. You’re under appreciated

❤ Friendly reminders ❤

Some helpful reminders and positivity ^-^

If you haven’t eaten today, go eat now or as soon as you can

If you made yourself a cup of tea, don’t forget to drink it! (I did this today)

If you need to pee, go pee right now

Don’t forget to reply to that text or email you said you would ‘answer later’

Remember that thing you said ‘I’ll do it in a bit’? Go do it

Any special dates coming up? (reminder for anyone who needs to remember a birthday or something)

Been sat down for hours? Get up and stretch for a minute 

Been writing and drawing for hours non stop? Take a break to give your hand a stretch and a rest

Were there any chores you were supposed to get done that you haven’t started yet? Good job I just reminded you then 

Do you have any homework/assignments due soon that you forgot about? If so I just saved you by reminding you :p

Relax any part of your body that might be tense without you realising (I do this all the time)

Breathe. 


If today was a bad day, tomorrow can still be better 

If you have a lot of bad days, it doesn’t mean it will be this way forever

You’re beautiful, you’re awesome.

You’re strong. Have something you need to get through? You got this. You can do the thing.

You’re unique. You’re you.

You’re the best you there could ever be! ^-^

What happened to the gods? the rabbit wants to know.
Better ask the humans, replies the fox. My da told me
they forgot them or ruined them or cast them down
but I don’t think that’s true. I think they ate them,
teeth sharp; wiped them off their hearts and ate them.
Can you do that? the rabbit’s breathless now. Can
you just smooth a thing away like that and eat it?
If you’re hungry enough, confirms the fox. If
you’re hungry enough you can stop caring about
anything for as long as it takes to eat it.
—  taken from Adevism, to be featured in my upcoming chapbook THEOI
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8.5 in x 11 in School Idol Nozomi and Honoka Checklists

Today I forgot to bring my laptop to class… So! To help me remember next time, I made two checklists featuring the NozoHono idol pair.

Tape these to your bedroom door, refrigerator, etc. so you don’t forget the next time you leave the house!

Includes a blank bubble version, in case you want to write your own reminders down!

As always, please credit and link back to either this post or my tumblr if you repost! Please like or reblog if you use these~.