I am 30, and I am accomplished and (relatively) successful in my field, I get paid decent money to do what I do. I train young people who have gotten jobs at very large banks, I manage digital properties for shows that deal in the millions of dollars range. 

I also have ADHD. 

This morning  I missed a meeting: my coworker emailed me about thirty minutes before it, sent a calendar invite, I accepted, all fine. But Outlook on my phone didn’t update and i got distracted by another piece of work. The discussion, the meeting, I lost track of it about ten minutes after it happened.

When my coworker emailed me (20 min after the meeting was to start) to say, essentially, “wtf, dude, we JUST talked about this?” I apologized profusely. I did not tell him that I have ADHD and that things like calendar reminders, pop ups, alarms are sometimes the only thing that keep me on track with what I’ve said or where I’m going or what I’m supposed to do. And that if they do not update properly, it can cause a lot of problems for me. I do not tell him that I don’t actually remember the conversation we had and I had to look back to see what I’d said. 

It always feels like an excuse. I forget sometimes that the only REASON I am successful, the only REASON I can do these things is because I have tools in place and coping mechanisms in place to help keep me on track. 

All of this is to say: Go easy on yourself today, friends. You are doing the best you can. Sometimes you’ll mess something up. That’s ok. Dust yourself off, pick yourself back up, keep trying. 


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First Borns

So this ended up being a lot longer than I had originally planned. So much so that I have to put up a part two today. Oops. :X This takes place not too long before everything with Arduin, btw! Just in case anyone was wondering. This will probably be most interesting to @alma-ren and @fusefr since you two ended up with these children in your lairs!

Warning for: children being thrown into Mordecai’s pit of horrors, ect.


“Must we do this?”

The question caught Dagna off guard. She wasn’t at all expecting for Othello to ask such a thing. “I…” she started, guilt bubbling up inside her. In truth she wasn’t sure if she wanted this either, but it was their ways and the Plaguebringer would be pleased. 

“Of course,” she said finally, her voice lacking any confidence in her words. 

Corthyra watched and listened from the other side of the room, his eyes locked on Dagna. Othello had always been the weaker of the three, but there was something that had seemed to change in Dagna after her children had been born. Corthyra smiled. How interesting

Othello sighed deeply and nodded his acceptance. He’d never questioned Mordecai’s actions before, but selfishly the thought of his own children being-

No. He refused to think too hard on what was to come. For the Plaguebringer, he reminded himself, for Mordecai.

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anonymous asked:

You have 100% track record for surviving your worst days. No matter what happens, you can get through this, you can survive this. You are loved. You are worthy. You are seen. You are precious. Don't ever let anyone, including your own negative self-talk, make you think otherwise. You are enough. Just as you are. 💖😘

Thank you anon, whoever you are. It’s an everyday struggle. Thank you for your kind words..

Posting this just in case anyone else needs to read it too.


continuation of these c:

can you tell i ran out of ideas


Based on this au by @pidges-nest


Wu Yifan was moved by the VCR video prepared by fans for his birthday


– The Force is strong in my family. My father has it. I have it. And… my sister has it. Yes. It’s you, Leia.
I know. Somehow… I’ve always known.


ME!ME!ME! CHRONIC feat. daoko (Teddyloid Mega Remix)

Okay so, new thoughts about the ‘Sacrifice Arcadia Bay’ ending. Keep it as it is.

Just add one more scene at the end, after we fade out on the car. 

Like the ‘dark room’ teasers, it starts with the camera pointing at a shelf - but instead of binders, its books about photography, skateboarding, indie and punk music, travel books for countries all around the world. 

Then pan around, the room illuminated by the light of the golden hour flooding through an open window, and we see that on the table there is an unfinished scrapbook album being worked on, full of pictures of Max and Chloe at various points over the next few years. You can see that they were happy together - oh, and there’s at least one photo of them kissing. 

There’s also a bunch of newspaper clippings strewn around the table, about the survivors and the victims of the Arcadia Bay tornado - with certain people surviving based on your relationship with them, but still too many dying, always too many. There’s the photo of young Joyce and William, dog-eared and with splashes of water damage around the edges, recovered from the wreckage of the Price house.

There are articles about Max’s photography career, and several about awards Chloe’s won for her varied charity work (for LGBT teens, mental illness, and helping war veterans - there’s so many thanking her for changing their lives) to really bring home the idea that the world isn’t better off losing Chloe Price. Maybe one life is still worth saving, for the difference a single person can make.

As the camera pans away up to the window, a blue jay flies in and perches on the windowsill. There’s a moment of stillness, then the sound of a camera shutter, and a flash of light. 


Continuation to this (kinda… well, if you include the bonus)

From the moment all of Frank’s T-Shirts started to show his midriff Hazel’s started thinking not completely appropriate things (though she still blushes and pulls away when they kiss for more than 5 seconds). And it’s never too soon to learn this stuff, right?


“So what’s it gonna be, huh? Long sullen silence or mean comment?”

Since I’m on a superhero kick at the moment and I just got to see Deadpool, have a late night sketch of some Negasonic Teenage Warhead!