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rping with adhd
starting a reply and then pausing to check your dash and never returning
and then when you do go back you forget where you were going with the reply
saving all your replies in your drafts to ‘do later’ and never doing them
thinking about saving your drafts and saying you’ll remember it and the not remembering it
writing a sentence and then thinking of something cool to say later on mid-sentence and writing that instead and then never going back to finish your first sentence
30 different tabs open at all times
stopping replying to format posts/themes instead
putting things in your likes to reblog later but never doing it
10 different tags for one type of post
missing out a detail in a reply because you only skimmed it bc you don’t have the attention-span to read a long-ass para
i literally stopped writing this post for about half an hour because i started dash browsing how do i get anything done
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“Oh, no, no, no, you’re a smart guy, clearly picked up some flashy tricks, but you made one crucial mistake. You forgot about the essence of the game. 
It’s about the cones.”
S6 E20: Moving Up
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People who understand you have a busy life and will patiently wait for replies (◕‿◕✿)
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I’m not afraid of cops. I have no reason to be. I never break any laws, ever, because I’m deathly afraid of cops.
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//But look. It’s like perfect for them.
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Girl Meets World Picspams [1/?] - Joshaya
“But I’m in it for the long game.”
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me when it’s not autumn yet
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Why yes, this will be her campaign’s official poster.
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GRYFFINDOR; courageous and honorable
a mix for modern gryffindors. worn-out crimson sneakers and bright eyes, long nights reading magical philosophy on faded rugs by a warm fire in the common room, pocketing unused potions ingredients to use in experiments with homemade fireworks, the quidditch team celebrating finally reclaiming the quidditch cup by getting matching tattoos of lions that periodically stretch and scratch their ears, carrying self-warming thermoses of butterbeer to the chillier classrooms in the winter months, long hair messily tied up in gold barrettes, everyone leaving bits of string and feather in the common room for the kitten the first years found after they snuck into hogsmeade, seventh years spending their last weeks as students sneaking out to the quidditch pitch at night to laugh and shout and drink firewhiskey and challenge each other in broom trick contests, looking back on their time at hogwarts and ahead to their futures and knowing: once a gryffindor, always a gryffindor. LISTEN
+house mixes
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no one said i played fair:
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❝  But it could have happened. We just wouldn’t know it.     —Looks like we’re on the same page about one thing,      though. Please, tell me more about your master plan.  ❞
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Ah, her master plan. Though it may not have its own binder (nor would it ever -- too much evidence), she was quite proud of it. And it pretty much guaranteed that the name ‘Sonia Wyatt’ would be uttered throughout Pawnee, even long after she was gone.
“Well...” She smirked, moving slightly closer to Oliver in order to ensure that their conversation was not overheard by any passerbys. “It begins with a campaign to make Rocket Raccoon Pawnee’s new mascot.”
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sounds like a movie one watches while stoned:
[text; Guess Who]: Good call.
[text; Guess Who]: Ok. Better stop stalling in the driveway or we’d have the same situation on our hands.
[text; Guess Who]: So last one, I swear.
[text; He Gets Me]: Uh-huh
[text; He Gets Me]: You say that every time.
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Parents. The two of them were parents. There was now an actual living, breathing 0-level human that they were responsible for; that belonged entirely to them.
It was terrifying and yet wonderful all at once. 
There was another yawn, this time with an accompanying stretch - her tiny little fists fighting to get free of the pink swaddling. “I’m pretty sure I could sit here and just watch her all day. Is that weird? Cause I feel that’s weird. Our parents didn’t like sit around and stare at us, did they?”
Though, the more Sonia thought about it, the more she wondered if that didn’t happen. Her mother did seem like the kind to do that. And then make a scrapbook about it. Stephen, Wesley, and Sonia: Week One.
Next time they were in Pawnee, she was going to check. 
Finally tearing her gaze away from the baby, she looked at Oliver. “Do you want to hold her?”
(&) |  ofwafflesandwesteros
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The watery hospital-brand coffee on the end table was older than the little girl, yet she already had him under her spell. Sonia’s beckon drew him closer, but his attention remained. It was still unreal. All those months and hours by Sonia’s side (during which he may have been more annoying than intended, but he couldn’t help it; every little thing had fed his anxieties) and now the moment had finally come.
Oliver laid a long kiss atop Sonia’s head. Sure, she was a little rough. But she had just spent over half the day bringing a person into the world. Besides. She was his wife. His best friend. The girl he had loved since they were children. And now they had a child of their own. It was crazy to think about. It was actually happening. Now.
The waiting area had been full when he had gone out to announce her birth. Their embracing, back-patting families and friends with their all-at-once, rapid-fire questions. The corner chairs piled with pink bears and flowers and balloons. They’d all come in to meet her soon. Oliver knew they’d fall in love her as instantly as he had. How could they not? But for now—for as long as possible—he was going to enjoy the brand-new family of three’s first quiet little moments together.
Oliver crouched to gently caress her cheek with his thumb. A real, living person, just for them.
❝  Hey there, baby girl. Welcome home.  ❞
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send me which part of the cinnamon roll meme you think i am
looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you
looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll
looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll
looks like they could kill you and would actually kill you
sinnamon roll
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Headcanon: Future Children
So somewhere down the line, after they have moved to LA and established themselves in their dream careers (cause they are so doing that), Sonia and Oliver have at least two children -- two daughters named Daenerys Stormborn Traeger and Lillian Sebastian Traeger. And yes, the second one is totally in honor of Lil Sebastian.
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OMG I LOVE BOTH THOSE NAMES. They now need two daughters eventually. So the second can be named after Lil Sebastian. YES. OMG YES.
Good. Yes. Do that. Also, I am a complete nerd and totally want their daughter to be named Daenerys. Daenerys Traeger. Which will be shortened to Dany or Dani in her everyday life.
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otraeger replied to your post:
// taking the bait because this is the cutest oh my god.
Good. Yes. Do that. Also, I am a complete nerd and totally want their daughter to be named Daenerys. Daenerys Traeger. Which will be shortened to Dany or Dani in her everyday life.
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👣 //(just dropping this here byeee)
Thirteen hours. She had just spent the last thirteen hours trying to expel a miniature human from parts that nothing even REMOTELY humanoid should be coming from. (And people wondered WHY she continually had ‘John Hurt’ dreams all through her pregnancy). She was tired, she was sore, and she was fairly certain she looked like shit. But she didn’t care.
One look. All it had taken was one look at the child in her arms – their child – and she was totally sold. All those months of discomfort, all those hours of labor, every swollen ankle, every agonizing contraction…it was all worth it. 
Holding the baby (which really, looked more like a little pink burrito) close to her chest, she watched in fascination as her daughter yawned. How could anything so little and so perfect be theirs?
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“Oliver…” Though her words were directed at the man beside the bed, her eyes never left the infant. “Come here. Come meet your daughter.”
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a vital part of my everyday existence:
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❝ If Ravenclaw ever did anything like that, it would have been heard of. Or at least documented somehow. It’d definitely add to their stereotypes, too. Like,‘Ravenclaws are so smart, I hear three first-years once defeated a troll and saved the whole school. All by themselves.’ ❞
Not that it mattered at all. Back and forth banter wouldn’t change how things were.(As if that would ever stop the two — with any subject.)
❝ Well, if Hufflepuff is the House the Forgotten, then by the same idea, wouldn’t Gryffindor be the Unforgotten? I do look forward to your legacy, though. I believe it. ❞
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“See. You just said it yourself -- if Ravenclaw ever did anything like that. But they didn’t. Gryffindor did. Which is why they’re the extraordinary house while the other houses are all just...ordinary.”
And nope. It didn’t matter one bit. Their banter was likely to continue for all eternity. Which is exactly how Sonia liked it.
“Okay. Fair. I’ll give you that point. And please, you’re an integral part of it. I can’t do what I do without you.”
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