i actually just got it today

anonymous asked:

Finally got to see a psych today after years of putting it off. At the end of our session she concluded that I probably don't have ADHD because I had good grades growing up despite my struggles, and it's probably just been depression and anxiety. I've always been terrified of antidepressants but I've heard good things about Wellbutrin which is what she suggested for me. I'm glad there's a viable path to get help with ADHD-like symptoms when you don't qualify for a formal diagnosis!

…Grades have exactly ZERO to do with whether or not you have ADHD. I hope Wellbutrin helps you; it often helps ADHDers with their symptoms. I’m glad you’re getting help with your difficulties!


Blog Update - On Hiatus for Oct

G’day! I feel like a jerk because it’s been radio silence from me since submissions closed in Sept. O.o

I had everything planning for Halloween theme for Oct, but then… I moved house and RL and work got insane so I just had to drop everything and focus on that. I’m planning on opening submissions up for November, the theme will be Soul Mates.


Today has been the first time I’ve actually had time to sit down and do nothing…

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Shrouded in Light

Well, here we are again with a story for @huxloween. We’re 18 in and I’m still going strong. I’m quite proud of myself. Anyway, here is another one of those “visions of the future” fics. I was actually nice today.

Armitage wandered out in the back fields of the academy in a daze. His father had just gotten finished telling him what a worthless child he was. It was not the first time nor would it be the last. Sloane had been able to stymie the physical abuse but his father had a way of getting under your skin. He didn’t yell, yelling would call attention to them. Instead he condescended to Armitage. Speaking to him as if he were too stupid to even write his own name. No matter how good Armitage got at anything his father would always be the same. It was disheartening. Neither Sloane nor the children under his command would ever be able to take away that sting.

Armitage reached the “lake” in the fields. It wasn’t a lake in the real sense; it was a drainage ditch that didn’t drain. Hux sat beside the tepid water, watching the sun fall below the horizon. He wasn’t particularly relaxed here but being away from the noise of other people gave him a moment to reorient himself. He closed his eyes and laid back in the grass.

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bacon-dragon  asked:

How's life? Aside from being sick today?

Life is pretty good. I officially got hired on full-time apparently (was a contractor) so that’s cool but I have no idea if they’re actually giving me any benefits or anything beyond just taking taxes out of my paycheck now. Like, no one talked to me about it or anything, it just sort of happened. But, other than that, it’s been great getting my new fur-baby accustomed to her new home and siblings. Her and @deammo‘s cat Lex have actually started playing together and it’s adorable! She’s very mouthy though and gets pissy if I don’t get up and feed her on time.


Because these boys share their birthdays in the same month, I drew ‘em both!


OH MY GOD, you guys, 

so Metropolis, IL (pop: 6,000) is a small farming town in southern, il (the closest airport is paducah, kentucky) that has so far previously been known only for putting a 15′ fiberglass Superman at the end of main st. (ok, technically, Market St)

complete with a superman ‘museum’ (gift shop) across the street

(side note, turns out I am secretly an asshole hipster snob because I refuse to wear any superman shirt that did not come form this store. i just sent my mother to secure a new one, which is actually why i got the snapchat that lead to this post)

This is, like, “World’s Largest Ball of Twine” quality of American tourism. A++ Americana, should absolutely have appeared in an episode of Supernatural (except for the, you know, the copyright/trademark issues and for how SPN is filmed in, you know, Canada). 

BUT if you google this statue today, right now, 8/21/2017, 11 am, you’ll notice something about google’s people tracking:

BECAUSE Metropolis, Illinois (pop: 6,000) is IN THE PATH OF THE ECLIPSE. 

A fact they have apparently prepared for because I got a fucking snapchat from my family (assholes, i’m so pissed i couldn’t go), and I noticed a small but AMAZING DETAIL (not counting the fact that the cousin forced to pose in front of the statue was named Lex, good job, mom).


i mentioned the recent confusion about my intimidating guns and the clever solution that i solved it with to steve, and he helpfully illustrated my success. 

i knit that sweater myself you guys, im very proud. 

anonymous asked:

What are those little orange bugs you just posted? They are cool.

I sadly am having trouble finding the exact species but they were a type of amphipods (a diverse group of crustaceans)

I actually got to see some today at a beach in the form of sandhoppers, which are the little shrimps guys you will sometimes find in the sand that tend to hop (as the name implies)

You guys didn't freaking care.

When a black lives matter leader called white people subhuman, you guys didn’t care.

When black lives matter tears apart cities, disrupts rallies, and kills cops, you guys didn’t care.

When 4 black kids tortured a white disabled boy and authorities didn’t label it a hate crime at first, you guys didn’t care.

When muslims target and kill Christians all over the world, you guys don’t care.

When the shooting that put Steve Scalise in the hospital took place, you guys didn’t care.

When BLM called for the killing of cops and white people, you guys didn’t care.

When muslims commit an act of terrorism, you guys struggle to call it that for fear of being islamophobic.

Today, what happened in Virginia was a terrible thing and shouldn’t have happened and I hope everyone got punished accordingly.

But if the things I posted above don’t bother you just as much as this, then I don’t believe for a second you actually care. I believe that you just want to find reasons to hate trump supporters.

3/9 happy miku day


@taylorswift hey babe! I got my wedding dress and veil today! (Ignore my messy hair. I’m going to wear it down long with big loose curls like you did during speak now for the actual day). I’m also walking down the isle to Love Story. I’ll be sending you a save the date for 10-5-2018 soon even though I’m sure you’ll be busy. Just wanted to show you my dress👰🏻💍❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

so i should really write more than just taako and angus fics and i’m not even that into the whole eighth bird/angus being a member of the ipre idea but i can’t get the idea out of my head of taako meeting this kid on one of the planes they visit and somehow he ends up getting attached and teaching him magic and they can’t find the light and taako is fucking distressed because angus means more than dust to him now and he’s gonna die and it sucks and on the day the hunger comes taako brings angus on the ship with him. everyone tells taako that he won’t be able to stay but taako’s just like ‘i know okay but at least this way he’ll just stop existing and won’t have to be stabbed and killed alone and vored by that fucking thing!’ 

when they fly out of the plane taako’s just on the floor holding angus in his lap and telling him it’ll be okay even though they’re both fucking terrified and then everything resets and taako gets put back into his starting position and is a hair away from just breaking down when suddenly angus is still there because fucking bonds and that good power of friendship shit and it kinda knocks the ship on its ass for a bit but angus got fitted into the system from then on out 

afterwards magnus is just ‘okay, just so we’re on the same page here, taako has a kid now? like that’s just a thing that happened, taako adopted a child and has a son okay awesome’ and taako’s embarrassed as fuck and lup is just like ‘i love my new nephew so much’ 

So the Game of Thrones cast is doing its table read on October 9th. Today.

I can’t get over the fact that there are now people in the world who know how GoT ends, they know who dies and who lives, who loses and who wins…

I just - I can’t get over the fact that it’s actually happening.

We’re at the end.

School Announcements

Richie ran along the sidewalk that circled around the plain, tan school building, his backpack hung off his shoulder and smacked against his back as he transferred smoothly into a sprint. Normally, Richie would never be in such a hurry to get to school but as of the last month he’d been given the opportunity to do the announcements by the schools media teacher, the only teacher who liked him, ‘meaning they were the only teacher with their head on straight’. Richie chuckled and shoved past his classmates. 

He smacked his hands against the double doors but failed to remember that the ‘Watch your step’ sign was sitting just above the small step into the building. Richie tripped right over the small yellow pain in the ass and kissed ground. He hissed but just had to chuckle at the fact that he’d managed to hop easily onto the small platform but nailed right into the warning sign for it. He pushed back up, dusted himself off and kicked off again. 

He slid right past the office, catching himself by grabbing the doorway and pulling himself backwards. He caught his breath for a moment before shooting and pouncing onto his assigned wheely chair. He slid himself too far, crashing into the wall before he managed to get into the proper position. “Meryl, Leslie, Anna!” He shot unappreciated finger guns to the secretaries who shook their heads and went back to their desk work. He glanced up at the fuzzy security cameras and watched students flood in just before the bell. 

He waited patiently until the end of the Pledge of allegiance before he was given the ok. 

He pulled his tiny xylophone from the desk drawer and tapped out his signature four warning dings before speaking into the old microphone. “Good morning Ladies and Germs, it is I, Richie Tozier with your morning announcements.” He hummed happily, looking up at the surveillance tvs of the classrooms. The kids were all rolling their eyes. He chuckled.

 “I’ll hold for your groans of annoyance.” He paused for a few seconds before launching into the list he’d been given of topics for the day. But once he ran out, Richie went into his own script per usual.

“Anyways, my best friend, Mrs. Harper is holding book club after school in room 202! Be there or be square.-Speaking of square! Stanley Uris this is your official invitation to battle me at lunch. You may be good at Monopoly but let’s see how you fight-” 

Richie pulled back as he got tapped on the shoulder and was mumbled something. He nodded with a smile, giving the principal an ‘ok’ hand signal. 

“I’ve just been informed that I can’t challenge you to an actual fight on school grounds so Stan, I’ll see you at lunch for our Pokemon battle.” Richie corrected himself and waved cheekily at the principal before moving on. Stan was glaring up at the speaker in his science classroom. 

“If you weenies have any school spirit, you’ll come cheer on the baseball team after school today for the big game! Which reminds me! Number 7,  Are you in the outfield? Because you’re an angel.” Richie giggled as he looked to the screen that showed him the classrooms. 

Eddie’s cheeks turned pick as he sat in his chair, baseball jersey with the big black 7 written across the back. His classmates laughed and wolf whistled. 

“Ha, in all seriousness-” Richie paused. “I think I’m falling in glove with you.” 

Richie swore he heard the collective groans of his classmates and laughed his ass off. 

Eddie glared at the security camera, mouthing something. Richie narrowed his eyes and spoke. “What was that Eds? I can’t read your lips from this fuzzy tv.” 

He watched Eddie’s classroom burst into laughter and Eddie slammed his head down on his desk. The principals hand clapped down on his shoulders and signaled that he was done until the afternoon announcements. He chuckled and signed off before making his way to first period science. 


Richie bopped down the hall, half a sandwich hanging out of his mouth as he crossed through the doorway into the office. He shot a goofy smile to the secretaries before plopping down in his chair. He swallowed his food and twirled his xylophone stick around before turning on the speaker and banging out his rockin’ four dings. He shook his hand, waving the rock n roll sign. 

“Aaaaaand DJ Tozier is back and better than ever!” He shouted and chuckled to himself. Anyway, Mr. Willis wanted me to say that he knows people are smoking in the bathrooms and anyone who’s caught will be put in detention.” Richie paused to find the right screen. 

“So Beverly, our meeting is postponed until farther notice.” Richie chuckled as Beverly rolled her eyes and shot a finger gun into the security camera in her class. Richie smiled at the principal, who looked like he was about to come get him until Richie waved the list in his hand, mouthing that he’s almost done. 

He skimmed the list with his eyes and opened his mouth like he might read something from the bullet points but he wasn’t one to do what he was suppose to do. “Attention everyone in classroom 105, there is a cheater among you.” Richie put on a serious tone, the teacher in the classroom looked over the test taking class nervously. 

“Michael Hanlon, you know you cheated at Life last night when you should’ve had a fifth child and I want a rematch. You left that poor blue peg child to live alone in the orphanage which is just a dick move-”

Richie had to stop himself before he choked on his own laughter when Mikes teacher looked momentarily relived only to glare up at the speaker with intense rage. Principal Willis looked like he’d had enough and got up to tear Richie away. 

He pushed Richie’s chair to the right, and leaned into the microphone “This has been your afternoon announcements-”

“Oh shout out to my boy Ben who’s in the library right now cause he’s a nerd-!”

Principal Willis chuckled begrudgingly and continued. “Remember to be prepared daily, have a good attitude, set goals for yourself-

“Give Richie Tozier the answers to Mrs. Duncan’s test-” Richie tried to but in once again. 

“Follow your dreams-”

“Does that mean we can sleep in class-?” 

“Richard Tozier!” Mr. Willis rolled his eyes and Richie put both hands in the air in mock surrender, pushing away in his wheely chair. Mr. Willis deemed it safe enough to return. “That’ll be all for today-”

“Wait!” Richie cried and the exasperated man turned around. 

“What is it Richie?” He asked and Richie reached over to his xylophone and hit it in his signature 4 dings. 

“Ok, we’re done now.” He smiled. 

(This was based on a post by the amazing, @toziertrashmouth ! I hope this was ok?? I just loved this idea and I almost want to do another one but ??) 

dangerous waters (m) | pkjm

fratboy!jimin smut
a sleazy fratboy thinks he could get any girl he wants, until he meets you
word count: 2774
genre: smut SMUT!! SMUT!! S MU T 
warning: sleazy jimin, dom!jimin, explicit language, oral

[a/n]: you’ve been warned!!! this is mature content read at own risk !! this is my FIRST smut EVER !! i apologize in advance if its super bad and super cringe like i have no idea wtf i was doing, i just wrote and props to ppl who write smut bc that shit is hard 

Originally posted by 9taefox

You had a huge biochemistry lab the next morning, a calculus test right after, and a literature lecture after bunch. Instead of studying for your classes and sleeping early, you were at some random fraternity party that your friend, Hoseok, dragged you to.

Parties weren’t ever really your scene. You were, a lack for a better term, a goody two shoes. You enjoyed staying in and reading. Cafes, libraries, and parks were your favorite places. You were an overall excellent student, almost top of the class with outstanding remarks. You studied whenever you had the chance to, it was the only way you were able to keep up with classes.

You weren’t completely cookie cutter though. Occasionally, you went to parties when workload was minimal and you didn’t despise frats/sororities. Some of your friends were in sororities and you usually went to their parties, not anyone you were unfamiliar with.

However, Hoseok begged you to join him at the campus’ most popular fraternity’s party. That specific frat had the cutest, hottest boys. They maintained the highest number of hook ups in one night and parties in one week. You avoided them at all cost because even though they were attractive, they were all assholes. 

Their parties were usually majority guys and a sprinkle of girls. You were extremely hesitant, but Hoseok wouldn’t stop messing up your lecture notes until you gave in.

“Geez, Hoseok. There are literally no girls here.” You whispered as you made your way to the kitchen. His laugh was barely audible over the heavy music they were playing. 

“They’re probably all upstairs..” He paused and pointed to the closed rooms. “In the rooms.” 

“That’s so gross.” You rolled your eyes and poured yourself a drink. Their fruit punch was spiked and you almost puked at the first sip. “This is gross.”

“Your tongue becomes numb after a few more sips.” Hoseok’s head darted towards the door. A small group of girls from the sorority down the street had entered. “Enjoy yourself, (Y/N).” He smirked before heading towards them.

“Hoseok—” It was too late. You lost your only friend to the crowd. Glancing around, you noticed that people were either drinking, smoking, or dancing. You weren’t really into any of that. You were regretting your decision of showing up.

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