this movie is messing with my brain

i can’t focus on things for long. my brain doesn’t let me. if i need to focus, i need to move. my leg has to bounce, i need to fidget.

i can never finish what i started. tasks I start off excited about quickly get left behind in favour of new, more stimulating things.

i need to have a million things going on to feel satisfied. music and a book, a game and a movie, i have to have constant stimuli of every kind.

everything is a distraction. noise, lights, etc. even without physical distractions, my brain wanders off. i have to re-tune in to things, often after several minutes.

i never know when to shut up. i try, but it’s hard. and i always interrupt people. i hate waiting for turns, i need to be engaged constantly. listening to other’s is a struggle.

organizing is impossible. my room is always a mess, no matter how much i want to clean it. i lose everything constantly: my phone, my keys, my wallet, the remote, my pen. everything.

if i don’t like it, i can’t do it. even if i have to. if i like it, focusing is easier, but my attention still waivers.

some days are worse. some days, my brain is jumping from activity to activity. staying on tasks i usually enjoy wont happen. sitting still is impossible. when i can’t move or i feel bored, i get extremely frustrated and angry. everything in me wants to scream.

i always forget to do things i need to. notes and reminders don’t help. i have needed to pay my brighthouse bill for 2 months and i still haven’t.

i got so frustrated in class when i couldnt focus that i had to leave and i cried in the hallway. this isnt a first.

in elementary school, id read instead of paying attention in class because my books could hold my attention and didnt make me restless.

in middle school, i doodled instead of paying attention. i almost failed algebra because i couldn’t focus on the content. somehow i got a 5/5 on the exam.

i cried in the shower tonight because my brain doesn’t work.
this sucks.

Gone With the Wind

So I totally messed this up. I, for some reason, thought @kittenofdoomage‘s Movie Quote Challenge ran until January 31st … which turned out to not be the case at all. But this idea had been burning in my brain ever since I got my prompt, and I feel like today, the 77th anniversary of Gone With the Wind, is a poetic kind of culmination. Sorry this is so late, but I hope you guys enjoy.

RATING: Mature
WORD COUNT: 4478
CHARACTERS: John Winchester, female reader, Sarah Blake, Donna Hanscum (mentioned), Bobby Singer (mentioned), minor original unnamed characters
WARNINGS: THIS IS AN AU–characters are actors on the set of Gone With the Wind in the late 1930s; language, angst

PROMPT: “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.”

Originally posted by another-dimension666

Originally posted by classic-black-white

It was the last day for you on the movie set, and you couldn’t be happier. The past months had been nothing short of a roller coaster, and you’d be damned if you’d do another film for a good long while after this one.

Of course, this wasn’t just a regular movie. No, this was an epic tale of times long past, and somehow certain to give America the hope it needed in such dark times.

You stared into your teacup, letting out a breath. At the sound of something behind you, you lifted your head, looking into the mirror of your vanity, which gave a perfect view of the door behind you.

“Miss Y/N? They’re ready for you in makeup.”

You smiled at the young man who’d knocked lightly on your trailer door. You stood up, taking one last sip from your cup of tea, then sliding your feet into a pair of slippers and following the boy out to the makeup trailer. You faltered just a bit when you passed by his trailer, doing your best to keep looking forward instead of at him. He was standing outside the trailer door, a white shirt on with his brown pants and suspenders, hair tousled like he’d just woken up, which …

“Excuse me, what time is it?”

The young boy in front of you looked at his wrist.

“Half past eight, ma’am.”

You nodded. He had just woken up. Which meant the cigarette he was currently smoking was his first of the day. You quietly coughed into your hand, more to clear your head than your lungs, and stepped into the makeup trailer. Sarah walked over to you, a wide smile on her face, dark hair pulled back and twisted up.

“Last day, Y/N. You ready?”
“God, yes. I’m ready to get this over with.”
“You’re not going to miss us?”

You gave Sarah a smile.

“Oh, honey. Of course I will. You, I’ll miss terribly.”

She didn’t comment on your emphasis on the word “you,” immediately picking up on what you left unsaid. She went to say something, but the door opened, and by the look on her face, you kept looking straight ahead.

“Good morning, ladies.”

Your eyes drifted shut at the deep, raspy voice that rang through the trailer. Sarah, you knew, was smiling, because she was kind.

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Things often said in Psych

I’ve heard it both ways.
You know that’s true.
*singing* suck iiiiiit
*angrily calling people Jack*
*confusing hushed whispers then…* Fine!
Did my eyes just see what my brain is telling my eyes just saw?
GOOOOOOOSE!!
Hello! I am Psychic Detective Shawn Spencer and this is my partner, *not Gus’ real name*
I would rather *something totally illogical and ridiculous*
Come on, son.
This is like that scene in *movie name* where I’m *main actor* and you’re *black supporting actor*
You must be outta your damn mind!
Stop making up words, Gus.
Did you hear about Pluto? That’s messed up, right?
It’s semantics/It’s not semantics

in time of daffodils, who know (the goal of living is to grow) (Ladybug/Adrien)

Title: in time of daffodils, who know (the goal of living is to grow)
Summary: She was small and fierce and quick and capable and he wanted to tell her that the impossible, bright thing that was their friendship had helped him more than any medicine ever had. / In the weeks before Adrien has a heart operation, he meets a girl. Ladybug&Adrien, Secret World of Arrietty AU.
A/N: I FINISHED this has been bubbling in my brain for a while but the Ladrien moments from the “Jackady” episode pushed me over the tipping point.  Dedicated to all my new friends over on @mlfanfiction, especially @miraculous-wishes, @ladycoccinelle, @panda013 since I know they’ve seen the movie.

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The garden was a mess.

“Oh, my,” said Nathalie, the car door thudding shut as she walked to the gate. She rested one hand on the peeling wood, craning her neck to see past the encroaching foliage. “Honestly, what do the gardeners feed these plants?”

“I think it’s nice,” Adrien said, coming to stand beside her. Plagg squirmed in his arms, restless; the black cat hadn’t taken kindly to being spirited away from the spacious halls of the Agreste mansion and shoved into the cramped confines of Nathalie’s car. Adrien could tell that it was going to take more than the fresh air of this cozy countryside summerhouse to get back in Plagg’s good graces.

Nathalie tested the gate; it swung open easily. A path of stones half-sunken in the grass led to the porch and the French doors. Gingerly, Adrien stepped forward, admiring the wildflowers blooming in wild abandon, their brilliant pink and red cups catching the sunlight. A bee buzzed past his ear; he twitched, startled, before following its path with his eyes. A river of ivy spilled from the terracotta roof, leading down—

Without warning, Plagg leapt out of his arms, barreling toward the right corner of the porch.

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