keithdlc  asked:

keith is a pothead,,,,, tell me more,, bc i like that hc tbh

more pothead keith??? totally acceptable 

  • it picked up around the time he started the garrison bc i lowkey imagine keith’s always been good at school but he’s never really liked it, yknow? besides the practical classes, he struggles to apply himself in class unless he’s called upon. 
  • keith found that smoking actually helped him sleep at decent times bc of his hyperinsomnia and, hey, if it took some of the edge off in his case then he was all for that.
  • it also helps bc keith suffers from real bad migraines 
  • keith missed like 90% of his lectures bc of oversleeping dfbdfzbfgbd
  • he was once at home for break and mama shirogane walked in his room just as he was about to light up. keith panicked and swallowed his blunt :/ whole :/
  • broganes regularly get high together, but keiths also really stingy with his weed so… he’s definitely not above making shiro pay himself LMFAO
How I Wrote Through My Depression

I decided to write this post because one Tumblr user responding to How to Overcome Writing Excuses felt that there was a certain amount of ableism within it, as it didn’t take into account people with disabilities. This is a valid concern, as a lot of articles giving writers similar advice can sound very condescending, never taking into account that writers have lives and issues and a myriad of valid things that can get in the way of a writer accomplishing his/her goals. A lot of authors giving writers similar advice do the same thing as well, whether or not they mean to.

However, I feel the post I linked above is one of the more sensitive ones. Even so, there are hardly any posts on how people with disabilities manage to write with a disability that makes getting any writing done seem impossible.

When I went through my first depressive episode back in 2012, I had zero desire to write. I didn’t care if my PA ever finished going through When Stars Die. As far as I was concerned, I wasn’t going to be around long enough to even care what was going to happen with the dang book.  I had no motivation. I was sick with depression. Not to mention I do have a chronic pain condition called fibromyalgia, and as we speak, I am in pain while writing this. But rest assured, my fibromyalgia is fairly mild, so I don’t experience pain from it too often. I am sitting in this chair, though, with an icepack on my shoulder because it seems one of my tender points is constantly being injured in ballet class–or just flares or something, because my left side is my weak side.

In any case, writing when you’re depressed is very, very difficult. You lack motivation, your concentration is often shot, you’re generally tired, you can become easily irritated, and you sometimes just want to stay in bed and avoid the world.

All of the above was true for me, except I suffer from insomnia, not hyperinsomnia, so staying in bed didn’t help me escape the feeling of depression. In fact, the longer I stayed in bed to shut myself off from my depression, the more anxious I became, so I generally messed around on my iPad the entire day while remaining in bed.

And then I got a Surface RT, which is more conducive to writing.

Well, one day I finished Emilie Autumn’s semi-autobiography, and one thing stuck out to me. Emilie Autumn wanted to keep going. As an incentive to stay alive, she wanted to complete Opheliac before deciding to do anything. She figured completing Opheliac would rid her of her suicidal feelings–and she was right. Until, of course, depression struck again. But this idea stuck to me, especially when I finally got When Stars Die back from Mariah.

So I made a goal with myself: get When Stars Die published, then I have permission to leave.

I was originally going to self-publish it. That obviously changed.

But the only thing I could do during this depressive episode was just do copy edits and proofreading on When Stars Die. These two stages don’t require too much brain power from me, but I was at least able to get some sort of writing done. So when I finished it, I was saving up for an editor, until I just decided to take a chance on sending to a few presses.

I had also started on Abilify during this time. 

But I landed the contract and was beyond the moon for several days. I thought landing this contract was the reason why I felt so great, until I realized the elevated mood remained. It wasn’t landing the contract that did it. It was my medications finally kicking in. So I was able to go in and start a new book.

However, the point with this first one is that I was able to get some sort of writing done.

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