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disorganized thinking (thought disorders)

Thought disorders are commonly seen in those suffering with AD(H)D and psychosis spectrum disorders.

Alogia

Poverty of speech which may include slow, disjointed speaking where there are long periods between words or sentences, or a complete lack of speech.

Often seen in schizophrenia.

Blocking

An abrupt stop in the middle of a train of thought. The individual may be unable to continue from where they stopped.

Circumstantiality

An inability to answer a question without excess, unnecessary detail.

Derailment

Sudden changing from one topic to another. The topics may be linked or completely unrelated.

Flight of Ideas

Abrupt leaps from one topic to another, however the topics are all linked in some way or another.

Loss of Goal

Following a train of thought, but making an incorrect conclusion.

the bittersweet between my teeth

Pairing: Daenerys Targaryen x Jon Snow
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 3,750

Belowdecks, all Jon could hear were the creaks of the boat as they rode the gently rolling waves to White Harbor and his own quick, shaky breaths. He lingered outside the queen’s quarters, shoring up the courage to knock. There were no sounds coming from beyond the door. Perhaps the queen was already asleep. Perhaps, despite the lingering looks, first in her council room then later in the mess hall over dinner, she wasn’t waiting for him at all.

He wet his lips, eyes boring into the finely carved Targaryen sigil in her door. It was foolish to be nervous. He could face down the White Walkers and their dead with all the grit of a true Northern-born son, lead the Night’s Watch and thousands of Wildlings as Lord Commander, and protect the people of Winterfell as King in the North–but all that went to shit when Daenerys so much as looked at him, that violet-hued gaze as sharp as Valyrian steel.

And yet, whatever misgiving he had about being here, he knew she wouldn’t turn him away. It was inevitable he’d end up here. He knew that much.

Gods be good. One more deep, fortifying breath, and he rapped a sharp knock on her door. He didn’t wait long for her to answer. Hazy lighting from candles and a crackling fire illuminated her silhouette from behind as she opened the door, staying her movements at the sight of him. There was surprise in that normally impassive, steely-eyed stare. And–acknowledgement, he thought. A shared understanding.

She knew it was inevitable, too.

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