#adhd meds *thumbs up*

[incorrectskyrimquotes]

we're coming up on a full ass year since i published a fic and then didnt work on it and i just wanna say, from the bottom of my heart, MY BAD

#MY BAAADDDD im trying to get back into writing practice #adhd meds *thumbs up* #im just hoping the shortage doesnt fuck me THREE TIMES like at that point just ask me out

[zarovich]

imagine a society where i actually had motivation and finished my wips. wouldnt that be cool

#personal #literally so rare if i finish an art piece these days. i have so many sketches and my art style is never consistent -_- #where did my passion go. i used to love art as a kid but i just cant focus anymore #that and my joints lock up. i use the hand with my fucked up thumb too. its never been able to bend properly and it hurts #i feel like if i had proper meds for my adhd then i would feel more motivated but. that would require seeing a doctor #at least i drew for a bit. its a good distraction even if i get frustrated

[earlgreyflowers]

If you’re still looking for inspo: reader riding Oscar for the first time.

(Idk it’s summer and there’s a nationwide shortage of ADHD meds so my brain is just saying things. I also know you’ve got a whole load of requests so don’t feel pressured to write anything if you don’t wanna)

A/N - in an Oscar mood after he made his first appearance in the wild over winter break so enjoy what comes of it lmao. Sorry for the brief hiatus, I just came home from Uni so I’ve been with family all weekend <3

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You shove Oscar’s shoulder gently, laughing as he dramatically collapses onto the bed. You follow after him, resting your weight on top of him. His large arms wrap around your smaller frame, holding you tight against him as you pepper kisses all over his face. He chuckles at your antics, his laugh shaking your body. You pull away, giggling at the lipstick marks covering his face along with the pink tinge to his cheeks. He stares up at you, pulling his lip between his teeth as he studies your face. You squirm under his stare, your legs squeezing his hips as your gaze fixates on his lips.

You feel him grow semi-hard at your squirming, the light grinding of your hips against his own feeling like heaven. He pulls himself up, arms wrapped around your back as your legs wrapped around his back. You lean in gently, your breaths mingling between your mouths. His eyes flicker down to your lips, nose bumping yours as he leans closer. Your lips graze his, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling. Oscar's lips caress your own, molding together, familiar with each other. You keep expecting Oscar to roll you over but he doesn't, instead sliding his hands to your hips and encouraging your grinding as his tongue slips into your mouth. You feel him grow hard below you, gentle whimpers flooding the space between your lips and his own.

His large hands slide under your shirt, encouraging you to remove it. He leans back slightly, tugging his McLaren shirt over his head in one smooth motion as you remove your own top. The skin-on-skin contact sends shivers down your spine as he wraps his arms around you once more. His hands trace patterns over your skin as he buries his head in your neck. His soft lips press kisses against your skin, smirking at the jump of your pulse from each touch. "Want you to do something new for me sweetheart," He mumbles against your neck, warm lips sucking lightly as you whine, hips bucking against him. You hum inquisitively, looking down at your boyfriend.

He stares up at you, eyes wide and pupils blown. “Will you ride me?” He asks softly, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips. You bite your lip at the request, nodding before unhooking your bra and throwing it to the floor. Oscar’s mouth descends on your chest, nibbling and sucking at the soft skin. His tongue swirls around your nipples, sending shockwaves to your core as you moan for him. “So sensitive, want you to make me feel good, can you do that?” Oscar asks, large hand resting on your ass as the other comes to cup the back of your neck.

“Yeah I can Oz,” You whine, tugging at his trousers. You stand from your position straddling him as the both of you remove the rest of your clothing. Oscar wraps his hand around his cock as he watched you undress, pumping himself to the sight of your body. A flush covers your chest in embarrassment yet you can’t help but admire his body. The way his muscular arm flexes with each pass of his fist, the way his throat bobs each down he swallows, the way his eyelids flutter when his thumb swipes over the tip, or the way his thighs clench in pleasure. You saunter closer to him, his hand falling away from himself.

He’s big, and thick. You hadn’t ridden him purely out of intimidation, fearing the awkwardness of being unable to take him inside you. You straddle him, feeling the pulse of his cock below your wet pussy as you grind down against him. He groans at the feeling, “So wet for me, bet you can’t wait to have my cock inside you can you?” Oscar questions. He feels the way your pussy throbs at his question. Without answering him you wrap your hand around the base of his member, sliding the tip through your folds. You grind your clit against his tip with each pass, more wetness flooding between your legs.

Oscar’s eyes close as the head of his cock slips into you, your tight walls encasing him. You whine from the stretch, his thick cock feeling impossible to take from this angle. His fingers come to rub your clit, your walls relaxing against him as you sink further and further. Eventually he bottoms out, a slight bulge in your stomach where his cock rests. He groans at the sight, “Look at that baby, you must feel so full.” You grind down against him, your clit against his pubic bone. With a hand on your ass Oscar lifts you off him, relishing the drag of your walls against his length. “There we go, knew you could take me.” He mumbles, eyes not moving from where you are connected.

Eager to cum you begin bouncing on his cock, the slick sounds of your wetness connecting you both filling the room. Oscar’s thighs are soaked with your arousal, the sticky feeling covering your own thighs with each move. His hands cup your tits as you move, mouth enveloping your nipple. You moan at the warm feeling, walls clamping in pleasure. Gentle nibbles followed by purple marks litter your chest as you whine and whimper, Oscar’s dick stretching you. He pulls you to lean forward slightly, causing his cock to hit your g-spot with every bounce. Tears fill your eyes at the overwhelming feeling, your legs beginning to burn with exertion.

Oscar’s thumbs wipe away your tears as he cups your face, “You’re doing so good for me baby, just a little longer. Wanna feel my girl cum around me.” He coos. You bite your lip as his thumb circles your clit. The hand remaining on your face pulls away only to come back seconds later with a gentle but stinging force. “Don’t you dare hide your noises, want to hear how good my big dick is making you feel.” He tells you, grinning at the loud moan spilling from your lips. You can feel your orgasm approaching, as can Oscar. His thumb moves faster as he begins to meet your thrusts, stomach still bulging each time he plunges himself inside you. Your thighs shake and your knees burn as you reach your high, head thrown back and tits bouncing with the force of Oscar’s thrusts. He chases his own high as he fucks you through yours, the sound of your slick echoing further as you soak his dick. “That’s it baby, so good. Where do you want me to cum?” He mumbles, breathless with pleasure.

“Inside me Ozzie, please. Want you to fill me up.” You moan, collapsing against his chest as he fucks up into you. It’s the feeling of your lips on his thick neck that sends him over the edge, ropes of cum painting your walls white. Oscar groans your name, holding you against his body as he empties himself inside you. The pair of you pant with the effort of your activities, cheeks flushed and skin sweaty. Oscar sits up, his cock stirring inside you as you whimper in sensitivity. Standing from the bed he carries you to the bathroom, helping you shower as he watches his cum drip down your thighs in awe.

#f1 smut #formula one smut #f1 fanfic #f1 x female reader #formula one fanfiction #formula one imagine #smut prompts #smut requests #smut writing #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri #oscar piastri smut #oscar piastri x reader #op81 x you #op81 x reader #op81 smut #op81 imagine #op81

[chaotic-toasters]

Boomerang

Alanna Kennedy x Teen! R

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You don't know why you didn't say anything. You don't know why you didn't tell your mum that you were running out of your ADHD meds, but now you didn't have any more and you'd have to go to training without them.

"Y/N?" She called from the kitchen, voice echoing around the house. "We've gotta go, kiddo."

"I'm comin', I'm comin'," you grumbled. "Hold your horses, mother."

The defender flicked your ear teasingly. "Grumpy today, are we?"

You couldn't help but smile at the goofy grin on her face. "Only when you start yellin' for me even though we're not gonna be late."

The two of you slipped into the car, listening to the radio in an unusual silence.

"You alright there, baby?" your mum asked, glancing over at you where your hands were shaking in your hoodie pocket. "You're quiet today."

"Yeah, I'm good," you dismissed her concerns, twiddling your thumbs under the cover of your comfortable top. "When do you leave for the next Matildas camp?"

The question caught her off guard, making her forget about her previous statement. "In two weeks. You're on the roster, silly."

"Oh," you giggled sheepishly. "I forgot."

The rest of the drive was uneventful, though your mum did take offense to you jumping out of the car before she finished parking once you arrived at training. "Oi! Where you goin'?!"

"To find Hempo!" You yelled back, sprinting into the building to find your best mate at Man City. "She's fun!"

You could practically feel the offense radiating off your mum. "And I'm not?!"

"Eh."

"You cheeky little—"

"Hiii, Hempo!" You jumped on the older girl's back in excitement as she made her way to the changing room, a shit-eating grin on your face as she grunted from the sudden weight.

"Hiii, Y/N," the forward mocked, pushing the door open and carrying you into the room where some of the girls were already gathered. "How are you?"

"I'm good!" You chirped, jumping off of Lauren's back and somersaulting on the floor.

Your teammates paid you no mind, simply thinking you had a bit of extra energy. But as the day went on, you became more hyper and more restless.

"RAHHH!" you screeched, sprinting at Laia. "TIM TAMS!"

A hand snatched the back of your jersey, causing you to jerk back.

"Y/N," Steph scolded. "Calm down."

You grunted, hiding your ever-twitching fingers behind your back. "You and Mum are so boring."

"Her fingers are wiggling." Leila deadpanned.

You spun around, annoyed. "Shut up, Leila!"

Steph tutted disapprovingly. "I think someone didn't take their meds this morning."

Luckily, the whistle blew as the trainers called for a scrimmage, saving you from any further investigation.

Steph opened her mouth to say more, but you ran off to your position and clapped for the game to start. The skipper just shook her head, amused. She'd bring it up to your mum later.

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It hadn't even been ten minutes. To Steph's defense, you had been much calmer before the scrimmage, but you and Hempo were on opposite teams and your will to beat her only fueled your uncontainable energy.

"WAAAAAHAAAHA!" you yelled, sprinting down the field. "I'M A GONNA WIN!"

"Woahhh, slow down, Waluigi," Chloe reached out to grab you, but you just dodged her hold and continued your charge towards the ball. "Alex! Grab the kid!"

The Brit tried in vain to snatch you by the collar, but you only shook free and shrieked, "SHE'S A RUNNER SHE'S A TRACKSTAAAAR!"

Lauren screamed as you chased after her, leaving the ball abandoned in a futile attempt to shake you off. "WHERE'S ALANNA?! WHERE'S ALANNA?!"

"Seeing the physio," Demi said. "For her ankle."

Lauren screamed again, running like her life depended on it (it did). "GO GET HER! GO GET HER!"

"ARARARARARARARARARUFF!" you barked, your ADHD taking total control of your limbs and vocal cords. "AIAIAIAIAIAIAIAAIAIAIAI!"

Lauren jumped onto Sandy's back, scrambling away from you in a panic. "HELP ME YOU SHITS!"

"Hey, hey, hey," your mum rushed towards you before you could react, arms wrapping around you and holding you in place. "What's the matter, baby? What's going on?"

Your head whipped to the side. "Boomerang!"

She smiled at you worriedly, waddling off to the sidelines with you trapped firmly in her hold. "Yeah, kiddo. You're exactly like a boomerang, flying all over the place."

Steph jogged over as you babbled nonsensically, eyes meeting your mum's. "She didn't take her meds this morning. She was acting like this earlier, and she hasn't had any sugar."

"Aww, kiddo," your mum ran her fingers through your hair, trying to calm you down. "Why didn't take your meds? You know they're important."

Something in your brain briefly turned off the hyperactivity long enough for you to hear the slight disappointment in her voice. "I- I ran out."

"You've gotta tell me before that happens, sweetheart," she murmured, rubbing your temples. "You scared the hell out of Hempo today."

You buried your face into your shoulder, suddenly tired from your rampage. "'m sorry, mum."

"It's okay, kiddo," she assured, suddenly smirking. "It was hilarious."

#Manchester city wfc x reader #Alanna Kennedy x Reader #Woso x reader #Steph Houghton #Esme Morgan #Lauren Hemp #Manchester City wfc #Alanna Kennedy #demi stokes

[upat4amwiththemoon]

hi can you do a wanda! x reader who has adhd and constantly forgets to take their meds and to eat so wanda reminds them all the time i love ur fics by the way!

Real life reminder

Summary: Get yourself someone who works better than an alarm clock.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x female!reader

Warnings: my knowledge of adhd is limited, cursing

Word count: 535

a/n: people with bad memory rise up

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @sayah13 @wandsmxmff @emsmultiverse @natashamaximoff69

masterlists | guidelines

Running down the stairs of their house, Y/N picks up her work bag from the ground near the door and puts on her shoes quickly. She turns to the door, ready to leave, as she’s about to be late, but she stops in her tracks when she notices a paper taped to the door, right on her eye level.

Remember meds and breakfast!!

Love you, Wanda

“Shit.” She jogs to the kitchen, quickly downs one of the pills she has to take and grabs a sandwich that’s already packed from the fridge before going out the door.

This isn’t an unusual occurrence in the Maximoff-Y/L/N household. Most of the morning Wanda is still home in the mornings, so she makes Y/N breakfast and waits for her in the kitchen with it and her medication ready to go. But, the few times Wanda is going to work earlier than Y/N, she makes her something to eat the evening before. She knows if she doesn’t do this, Y/N wouldn’t most likely eat any breakfast, besides, she likes taking care of her girlfriend.

However, this isn’t only a morning problem.

The door opens, shifting Y/N’s focus to the hallway rather than the television in front of her. There’s already a smile on her face.

“Hi!” Wanda walks into the living room, sitting right next to Y/N to give her a kiss.

“Hey, you.” Y/N giggles, pulling her into another kiss. “How were the others?”

“Fine,” Wanda glances at the table, there’s a book and some papers on it, “have you eaten dinner yet? Or taken your meds?” She knows the answer the second she turns to look at Y/N. Her face is scrunched up. “Go take your meds.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Standing up and going to the kitchen, Y/N grabs a pill and swallows it with water.

Wanda follows her there, taking two plates from the cabinet. She takes a pot from the kitchen. “You know I made this food so you’d eat it after work. I get off so many hours after you.” She starts putting food to the plates. “And I know you aren’t remembering to eat at work.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Pouting, Y/N tilts her head while she looks at Wanda, who shakes her head with a laugh. “I forgot.”

“I texted you.”

“My phone is in my bag.”

Rolling her eyes, Wanda sets the now empty pot in the sink, leaving it there for washing. “I meed to sew reminders into your clothes.” She mumbles.

“I know,” Y/N leans against the kitchen counter, “thank you for putting up with me.”

“I take care of you, because I love you. Just like you take care of me, because you love me. I’m not just putting up with you.” Wanda’s hands go up to Y/N’s cheeks, caressing them softly with her thumbs. “You just forget things sometimes.”

“I just forget things sometimes.” She whispers back.

Smiling, Wanda takes her plate and gives Y/N her own. “Let’s eat and watch a movie now. I’ll put up some alarms on your phone later.”

Y/N hums, her attention already on the movie options.

#marvel #mcu #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #mcu fanfiction #fluff #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff x female!reader #wanda maximoff xfem!reader #wanda maximoff fanfic #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x adhd!reader #adhd!reader

[sleepy--anon]

Day 3: Bet

Prompts found here

Reblog first, like later please, reblogs do more

Dream and Sapnap sat lounging on their comfortable couch together after having a hearty meal just the two of them.

"Its been a while since just you and me hung out." Dream said fondly, propping his head up with his hand as he stared at his friend.

"Yeah, no British screaming and insults this time." Sapnap joked back, chest swelling with pride when Dream giggled at it. His hand that rested softly on Dream’s knee gave him an idea. Sapnap rubbed his thumb against his knee cap with a soft hum.

"Hey Dream?"

"Uhuh?"

"I bet you can't keep your legs in my lap for three minutes." His tone turned playful as he gave Dream a lazily challenging look.

"My ADHD isn't that bad Sap, I took my meds today, you reminded me." Dream chuckled, slightly intrigued by where this was going.

"Who said anything about your ADHD being the reason you move~?" Dream felt a slight blush dust his cheeks as he tensed his legs.

"W-what's in it for me?"

"Well I originally had the idea of if you won I would do the cooking for the next week."

"Cooking and clean up! And throw in my laundry and you have a deal!" Dream stuck his hand out quick, watching Sapnap pretend to contemplate.

"Deal" Sapnap shook his hand firmly before sitting back setting the timer on his phone as Dream slowly rested his knees on Sapnap’s lap. He laid himself against the armrest and tried to relax, knowing that if he worked himself up on anticipation he wouldn't stand a chance.

"One hundred and eighty seconds Dreamy~ You ready~?" Sapnap showed the phone to Dream, giving him proof that it's only three minutes, Dream’s toes curled as he nodded, watching Sapnap set his phone down, flinching at his hand resting just above his knee.

"Alright Twitchy, here we go~" Sapnap started the timer with a soft ding, giving Dream a slight pat before dragging his nails down the outside of his thighs, watching Dream grip the couch cushions and twitch violently, breath shaking.

"Don't implode~" He teased, skittering his nails all over his shaking thighs. The thin pajama pants he wore did little to nothing to help.

"Shuhuhuhush" Dream's blush darkened by the second, his whole body shook as everything in him screamed to pull away.

"Thihihis is soho AAAHH!" Dream shrieked as Sapnap jellyfished both his knee caps at the same time.

"Oh I knew George wasn't the only one affected by this~" Sapnap repeated the action, watching Dream’s whole body jolt. Dream felt like lightning was shooting up his legs every time he did it. A minute had passed and clearly Sapnap was getting sick of playing nice, he grabbed his kneecap with one hand and his inner thigh with the other and squeezed, differing the pressures and always squeezing one after the other, never the same time. Dream threw his head back and all but cackled at the sensation. His legs drummed from their place on Sapnap’s lap, fighting the urge to pull them back. The adored look on Sapnap’s face accompanied by his lack of verbal teasing definitely wasn't helping.

"HOHOHOHOW MUHUHUHUHUCH LOHOHOHOHONGER!?" Dream whined, hugging himself through the tickles. Sapnap glided his nails up and down his shins, running them over his ankles, feeling him shiver as he looked over at his timer.

"Just slightly over fifty seconds." He answered honestly with a squeeze to his calf, chuckling at the squawk it pulled out of Dream.

'I can do this I can do this I can do this I CANT DO THIS" Dream's brain screamed at him as soon as Sapnap’s nails slid over the sides of his socked feet.

"NO!" He shrieked panicked, yanking his legs back.

"Awww Buddy, so close~ Twenty-five seconds left~" Dream pouted at him, flashing puppy eyes at him.

"Oh absolutely not, you do not get to do that mister are you serious~?" Sapnap crooned playfully, lunging at Dream giving him quick little sporadic tickles along his sides, belly, and ribs, staring fondly at his red, giggling face.

"OHOHOHOHOKAY! YOHOHOU WIHIHIHIHIN! IHIHI LOHOHOHOSE! STAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT!" Sapnap soothed Dream softly, pressing gentle kisses around his face.

"No punishment Bud, that was enough of an award on my end. Thank you for letting me do that." Dream felt a surge of affection and quickly wrapped Sapnap up in a hug, pulling him down ontop of him like a weighted blanket.

"Yeah yeah, you're welcome..."

#sleepy's ler!sapnap week #sleepy's fics #mcyt tickle #mcyt tickle fic #dsmp tickle #ler!sapnap #lee!dream

[aizawasprincess]

Help Me Hold On To You

Pairing: Aizawa Shouta/Reader

Rating: G

Words: 352

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Tags/Warnings: Gender Neutral Reader, Panic Attacks, Cuddling

Summary: You wake up in a panic and unsure of where you are. Shouta calms you down.

A/N: This is something I wrote a while ago and then re-found it and decided to post. Also I stated writing this author’s note with something specific in mind that I wanted to say and now I can’t remember it rip (probably bc it’s 2am and also I forgot my ADHD meds today 💀)

Edit: I REMEMBERED. This is actually the second part in a series of related Aizawa/Reader one shots called Would It Be Enough (If I Could Never Give You Peace) that are all hurt/comfort/fluff/domestic shit, so you can check out my Ao3 to read the first part and any new parts that come out if you’d like!

It feels like you’ve been punched in the stomach. What’s happening? A minute ago you were- nowhere? Your mind scrambles for a minute before coming up with an answer: asleep. You were asleep. Now you can feel your heart fluttering against your ribs like a scared bird trapped in a cage. You blink frantically, trying to take in your surroundings. It’s dark, and it takes you a minute to realize you weren’t in your home. The ringing in your ears gets louder as the panic grows. You don’t know where you are. You sit up quickly- too quickly, and blood rushes from your head. Your joints are locked and tense as you reach out blindly in an attempt to find anything familiar. A pair of hands catches your wrists, and you open your mouth to scream.

“Shh. It’s alright. It’s just me. You’re okay.”

Your breath comes in short, quick huffs, and realization slowly dawns on you.

“Sh-Shouta?” Your voice cracks.

“That’s right, it’s me. I’ve got you. You’re safe.” His thumbs rub soothing circles over your hands.

Something releases in your chest, and memories come flooding back to you. Shouta’s apartment. The movie. The two of you must have fallen asleep on his couch. Tears sting your eyes, but don’t fall. You grit your teeth.

You sit frozen for a moment, unsure of what you need. Your heart is still pounding.

Shouta begins to release you, and you reach back for him desperately, fingers locking around his shirt.

“I- I-“ You don’t know what you’re trying to say.

Shouta slips his arms around your shoulders and gently pulls you against his chest. A shudder runs through you, but you instantly feel a tiny bit better.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you. This will end, and you’ll be alright. Everything’s going to be fine.

He rubs your back gently, and you can feel yourself relaxing against him. Your heart begins to slow, and you can feel your eyes begin to droop shut. Shouta pulls a blanket over the two of you.

“Thanks, Sho,” you mumble.

He rests his chin on your head.

“Always.”

#boko no hero academia #bnha #my hero academia #mha #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #aizawa x reader #aizawa x you #aizawa shouta x reader #eraserhead x reader #eraserhead x you #aizawa #aizawa shouta #eraserhead #bnha aizawa #mha aizawa #bnha x reader #mha x reader #my fics

[bfpnola]

do you have any tips on managing adhd when you can't get professional help and meds? Especially when I have a ton of schoolwork like 3-4+ important things a day when I can only manage 1-1.5.

hey sweetheart! i'm not sure when you sent this in, so i apologize for just seeing this. i'll try to organize my thoughts into bullet points so it isn't a chunky paragraph:

community! having a support network, for better or for worse, really is everything. (for worse because not everyone may have one, but it can be easy to start building one online at least.) i say this because 1) delegation, 2) body doubling, and 3) of course, emotional support.

delegation, meaning giving out tasks to different folks, can be helpful because then you aren't the only person completing these tasks!

body doubling is something i do, without fail, literally everyday, meaning i do my work in the same space as someone else who is also working because it motivates me to do more! whenever i see my roommate cleaning or typing away, before i even make the conscious decision to do so, i do work too. i even get texts like the screenshot below (literally yesterday) because all of my friends are neurodivergent except maybe one. find a set of friends you can count on for body doubling! there's also in our Academic Resources a site called Study Stream that lets you sit on Zoom with a bunch of other random students but personally that makes me feel awkward lol

[ID: Screenshot of text sent through iMessage, the "heart," "thumbs up," "thumbs down," laughing, "exclamation point," and "question mark" icons floating above. The text reads, "Hey, so I'm working on aleks and doing other tasks and I'd like to have a body double who'd be interested in kicking it afterwards. You interested?" For context, Aleks is a program used to complete math problems assigned by professors.]

and lastly, emotional support, the obvious one. when it feels like you have no one supporting you, excuse my language, but this shit gets hard. especially when you're low on spoons, if you know about spoon theory. you need that support!

i'd also say that prioritization is an important skill. sometimes, you really won't get everything done, and it is genuinely frustrating. i try to order my work by what's due soonest so i'm getting closer work out of the way. but you can also order them by hardest to easiest to do so you knock out the absolutely worst thing out of the way so if you do still have energy you just have little stuff left. OR you can do the opposite so you finish more tasks by completing a list of easy stuff. it's really about what makes most sense to you so i can't really make that decision for you.

reward systems tend to work really well, that or conditionals. what i mean by that is gamifying the process of completing tasks. my favorite example of this is actually a new trend on tiktok created by @/luxarnold and then further developed by @/this.isjules and @/fromwonder. if you don't have titkok, basically these folks have put ALL of their tasks in either some sort of arbitrary numerical order or ordered by the energy it would take to complete, and when they roll a dodecahedron (20-sided) die, it lands on one of the numbered tasks and that's what they complete. the more tasks they complete, the more health points they deplete off of this imaginary monster they've created. and at the end, just like a game, they win a prize for defeating the monster. some creators wrote extra hours to watch their favorite TV show, some wrote time for crafting, some wrote specific objects. video example below:

an example of a conditional to me is more like every time i check my phone, i force myself to at least take a tiny sip of water. and you could do the opposite. maybe every time you consume your favorite snack, you complete one assignment until it becomes like habit.

breaks! this girl once said that you should be taking breaks based not on how much you complete, but the energy you deplete. and i live by that now! it doesn't matter if you completed only 2 tasks. if you can afford to, i encourage you to just take the break if your body feels drained. pushing past that will not serve you in completing those other tasks to the best of your abilities. if you don't feel like you can hold yourself accountable this way, i would suggest maybe checking out Pomodoro timers.

bravery! at least in my case, i needed bravery to contact my professors and be vulnerable with them. not every teacher will be so kind, but if you feel comfortable, please reach out and explain that the workload does not work well for you. you'd be surprised by the number of folks who are willing to offer you accommodations. i will literally text my teachers at this point and say, "hey, i just had an anxiety attack and i know by now how long it takes me to regulate myself. i won't be able to attend XYZ/turn in XYZ, so can i instead attend/turn it in on [insert date]?" ask for that help, but also be clear that you do still want to show up and do your best, you just need support right now!

gentleness. i think this may be my last bullet point. like i said earlier, the reality is that you very well may not finish everything that you need to. this is a long-term piece of advice, but it's necessary to be gentle with yourself. cliche, i know, but it's true. i've been slowly unlearning these ideas of perfection and it's rough, friend. truly rough, because as i allow myself to make more mistakes, obviously things aren't in tip-top shape anymore. but to make mistakes, to be imperfect, to be vulnerable, especially in such trying times, is part of being human. right now, you're trying to conform to neurotypical, able-bodied perceptions of productivity and the truth is that we can't all do that. i surely can't. this world was not built for us, so we must reframe what we consider success. or at the very least, we can carve out our own space, hopefully with others to support us, to provide ourselves gentle care. you don't have to love yourself. you don't even have to like yourself, i know i'm still getting there. all you have to do is recognize that as living beings, really just as "beings" in general because i'd like to think our inanimate objects deserve care as well, we all deserve gentleness.

i know this was a lot but i had plenty of ideas buzzing like bees in my mind. let me know if you need help understanding anything i wrote. please excuse any potential typos. LOVE YOU, MWAH <3

-- @reaux07 (she/they)

#reaux answers #neurodivergent #education #productivity #tiktok #mental health #mad liberation

[illandtired]

about me<3 (tw)

Hello, I’m 17 and I’m gonna try to take my life again on my 18th birthday.

(Sorry, this jumps around a lot.)

(And it’s long….)

Also heavy topics, literally almost every trigger warning in the book.

This blog is gonna literally be my diary. I’ve attempted to make me life multiple times in the past for multiple different reasons.

I’m seventeen and I currently live alone in my mother’s house, she lives with her boyfriend. I had my biological dad who left before I was born and two step fathers. The only one I “care” about is my most recent. He entered my life when I was 6 and since then I tried telling my mother about him but for some reason it took until I was 16 for her to divorce him. He abused me severely. When I told him I was suicidal the first time he said he was gonna go get his gun then proceeded to make me beg for my life. I was I believe 12 or 13, a lot of it’s a blur like most of my life.

I don’t want to go too much into my past and make this too long, I started smoking weed in 8th grade. By 9th I was doing lines of random shit I got from kids at school off the bathroom toilets. I have touched most stuff besides heroin. The one drug I promised my mother I would stay away from. Currently I am still hooked on opioids, SSRIs, and I smoke weed/thc carts every day.

I was 6 when I was diagnosed with adhd, severe anxiety and depression. I haven’t seen a doctor since. My mother swears she’s trying to get me in but she always complains about how much my meds cost. She knows my worries about my mental state and I swear it’s impossible to get the help I need.

I’ve always been a paranoid person but it’s getting worse by the day. I’m genuinely too scared to take the trash out because I feel 800 eyes on me. I feel like there’s invisible people constantly around me judging my every move. I don’t feel real some times, and not that life is a simulation shit, I genuinely don’t feel like I’m in my body.

I started self harming in 3rd grade. It started as me being a wrist and head banger but by 5th grade I had started using thumb tacks and scratching myself. I went to my step father and he told me they weren’t Deep enough and I was just looking for attention. By 6th grade I was actually cutting, but only to where I barely saw the blood. By 8th it got to the point where I needed to see the blood run. But I’ve managed to get back to only getting it to bead up, occasionally running. I was clean for quite a few months but the smallest, SMALEST thing can set me back so much.

I’ve struggled my entire life with starving myself, binge eating, then starving myself. I’ve been an unhealthy weight a lot of my life. I’m around 240lbs now, my eating disorder is mainly starving now. My “Binges” are now small.

I have never been able to make a phone call to someone besides friends. Even family calls are hard a lot. I can barely order food at a restaurant, fancy or McDonald’s.

I’ve made money in my life from stealing, I’ve been a kleptomaniac for as long as I can remember. But I also made money doing bakery stuff for my mother, doing mechanical stuff, and babysitting. My only “legal” job was working at McDonald’s. I got fired a year after starting because we had a new manager who fired me over homophobic reasons. I hated going to work. I loved the work itself, but I hated having to be around anyone.

I’ve always been called lazy. And I feel like it’s true, I can barely find the motivation to get up to take a piss most days. I had such a hard time with organization and cleanliness as a kid so I always had a messy room, unless it was right after one of the days I got my stuff thrown away.

I never payed attention in school yet I somehow got straight As until i genuinely didn’t care anymore. I dropped out 10th grade on my 16th birthday. School was so much worse for my mental health. I was self harming almost every day, lying to myself about who I am to fit in.

I actually love learning, I wanted to get into nursing school but I know I’ll never get clean enough. I even study biology, trig, physics, crime scene investigation, all sorts of stuff. I have notebooks and notebooks that I’ve filled with information I’ll never use.

I was 10 when I got my first boyfriend. He was 18, a relationship on discord. It lasted a couple years at least. I was sexually assaulted multiple times growing up and I don’t wanna go into more detail in this post. But due to my sexual trauma i became very hyper sexual very young. I still am to this day, I sell pictures to creepy men online because I know I won’t be able to get any other job. But at the same time it’s basically been implemented in my brain I’m good for sex and nothing more. I feel so utterly disgusted with myself after every sexual experience in my life from sex to just sending nudes.

I grew up a chubby girl with big tits. It was 6th grade i started having boys desperate to touch them. I had Ds by then. I’m a F-G now (depends on the bra). My own step father and his sons who were much older than me started sexualizing me when I was about 13. One of my step brother was creepy since he entered my life.

I’ve had so many important parts of my life taken from me. My Virginity with a man was raped away when I was 14 on Christmas. My self worth was barely existent but it was gone completely by 9th grade. My first “good boyfriend” was when I was 15, he was 18. He filmed us one night after I asked him not to multiple times, but the next day a video of me having my brains fucked out was all over my school. It was a smaller school, but even some of the female teachers sided with him because he was the “king” of the school. I missed my middle school graduation which doesn’t seem like much to most people, but I knew I was going to drop out and never have a high school graduation. I was even selected to write a speech and go up and speak at the podium but due to anxiety from both situations I missed the whole thing entirely because I tried to kill myself that night.

Most of my attempts have been overdose attempts, and that’s for a reason. I couldn’t imagine my mother finding me and my brains splattered on the wall. But out of everything, no it’s not my mother that’s kept me alive. It’s been my best friend. I live in the states and he lives in Scotland. We’ve been friends for years, we met through my ex and were completely like the opposite of each other but we care about each other. And unfortunately I don’t think I’ll be able to meet him. We were going to meet when I turn eighteen because he’ll be turning 21 and can legally drink here, I can legally drink there.

I care about nothing more than him and it pains me that I know he will be disappointed when he realizes I gave up. I don’t plan on telling him anything.. we have a thing where if he’s gone for a month he’s on a mental health break, but two months he’s dead and I have his permission to kill myself. I’m going to tell him he has to wait a year for me because I might be in the mental hospital.

Back to simple things I can’t do, I would rather claw my own eyes out than be alone with a man in a room. But my best friend is the one exception. I haven’t gone on a date since new years. As soon as we got to his house, it wasn’t even 5 minutes before he had a gun pressed in my side.

Yet at the same time I feel like my only purpose is to make men happy in any way I can. Even if it makes me uncomfortable and I don’t want to do it. Because that’s all I’ve ever been good at and praised for.

There was about a week in my life and it was somewhat recent. I told myself I wasn’t going to attempt again because no matter what life won’t suck that bad. Being homeless was the happiest time of my life, sure I can be on the street and cold, no money, but I no longer have responsibilities and I get to walk which I love doing. I used to sneak out at night and go on long ass walks normally from 10pm to 3-5am.

More things about substances, once again I’m sorry for jumping around. I started smoking cigarettes in 6th grade, provided by my step father and girlfriend. I started drinking in 8th grade but now it takes half a bottle of tequila for me to be at a happy level of drunk. Or 4 bottles of cheap wine, or an entire bottle of rum. Anyways I feel like I’m rambling on and on so I’m gonna try to wrap this up.

What’s the main reason I want to kill myself? Because I know I will never be able to live a normal life. But my one goal as a kid was to make it to 18.

#tw 3d vent #3dtumblr #3d #3d diet #3d f4st #3d not sheeran #tw ed but not sheeran #vent post #personal vent #vent blog #cw vent #@na vent #vent

[mp3chan]

4:46 am [F]

plz reblog if you enjoy it!

pairing: bangchan x gn!reader

word count: 599

tw: reader has depression, anxiety & adhd, mentions of a psychiatrist

sum: y/n is angry with their psychiatrist and bangchan is left with the aftermath

an: this is purely self indulgent dont mind me (cause my psych sucks)

© copyright mp3chan 2022

you practically kicked the dorm door open, slamming it behind you. letting out a frustrated shriek. “UGH!” you knew you were being loud but you had to be quiet the whole way home from the psychiatrist’s office and needed to let it out.

you went toward to the living to see a stunned changbin, jisung, chan and hyunjin. you looked visibly angry, something most of them hadn’t seen.

“you won’t BELIEVE what that fuck face told me!” you started on your rant, only to be stopped by jisung literally booking it to his room.

“yeah i’m out, they’re your problem bro.” changbin told chan, patting him on the shoulder briefly and then going to his room.

“whatever it is, it’s bullshit. but you’re scary when you’re mad. bye.” hyunjin told you before booking it to his room too.

leaving just you and chan. he was a little scared because he didn’t know how to handle you in such a state of anger.

“d-do you want to tell-“ he started to ask you when you began your rant again.

“this fuck face reads my file, acknowledges I have severe depression, anxiety and adhd and THEN-“ you started to getting louder the more you got into ranting.

chan was worried about other dorms around them hearing you and getting a noise complaint filed against them, but he was more worried about how angry and upset you were.

he reached forward and pulled you close to him, letting you straddle his legs and sit on his lap, watching you instantly calm down a little.

you sighed and rested your head against his chest. “and then he tells me I need to take the mental health assessment again and that he’s not changing my meds at all. i don’t understand why he wants me to take it again with no med changes because shit won’t change.” you whined, feeling chan gently rub your back.

“im sorry, doll.” chan apologized, even though he wasn’t at fault. he knew how hard you fought to even get your diagnosis of adhd in the first place and how badly you wanted to get better.

“not your fault.” you lifted your head up and sniffled. “just wanna be happier and not be as tired all the fucking time.” you wiped your tears away. “you make me the happiest i’ve ever been but that-“ you started to ramble.

“i know doll, doesn’t change the fact you still have depression. I understand.” chan smiled at you, you didn’t know how he calmed you down so fast.

“i'm sorry i yelled channie.” you apologized, leaning back on his chest and snuggled against him, trapping him there to give you cuddles.

“it’s alright doll, you needed to get it off your chest. i do think you terrified the boys though.” he smiled, remembering the look of horror on jisung’s face as he ran to his room.

you giggled remembering their shocked faces. “even you looked a little scared. am I that scary when I’m mad ?” you asked him, hoping you hadn’t scared any of them too bad.

“a little bit.” chan blushed and chuckled.

“is y/n out of kill mode?” changbin asked peeking his head around the corner.

“they’re not gonna rip anyone heads off right?” hyunjin joined in on the questioning.

you leaned back on chan and gave the boys a thumbs up. “im ok now. sorry if I scared you.” you apologized.

“remind me never to piss you off like that. holy shit.” jisung finally said emerging into the room, followed by hyunjin and changbin.

#mp3chanwrites #bangchan #skz imagines #skz fluff #skz scenarios #bangchan scenarios #bangchan fluff #skz #stray kids #skz x reader #bangchan imagines #kpop fluff #this is very self indulgent #plz forgive me lmao

[papermonkeyism]

For the new year, I wish I'll get to hang out with people again.

This past year has been, frankly, pretty miserable, specially since early summer-ish when my DnD group went on a months long break. Wasn't the first one, nor the last one, but definetely the worst one. Don't really have other friends locally, aside from one old school mate.

Honestly it's been pretty bad ever since the start of the pandemic when we stopped hanging out outside of DnD sessions and my fave coffee places closed down along with couple of my fave restaurants, and I just... Stopped having a social life, but now it's so much worse. As said, I have one (1) friend outside of the group I sometimes go shopping with, and one of my DnD buddies hangs out with me maybe once a week to borrow my laundry machine for couple hours, and they are probably the only reasons I haven't broken completely so far.

But neither of them are storytelling people the same way I am, so I'm kinda holding back when we hang out, as I can't really go all in with my special interests on them.

Downsides of being socially awkward introvert.

The summer break from roleplaying was a trigger for anxiety and maybe the worst creative block of my life so far. As someone who basically thinks with a sketchbook it was pretty fucking stressful not being able to draw anything for several months!

I crave creation and storytelling, but my brain is made of goo. Like imagine if someone came and asked you to pick a water from a pool and hand it to them? But it's liquid! Can I get a cup or something, but they just scoff. You got hands, right, just pick one up and hand it over. So I'm just left trying to scoop handfuls of wet and grabbing nothing. Kinda how it feels.

Started marathoning Crit Role to distract myself from the worst of it and to have at least some kind of creative energy in my life, and consumed what must be over half a thousand hours of role playing. At least that was fun!

And when nights started stretching and seasonal depression started to creep into my already not-doing-good brain I started my routine of evening walks because at some point I was legitimately going stir crazy enough to explode otherwise.

It's also been my first full year of joblessness in a long while. I was already having hard time by the end of last year, because my brain has difficulty handling full time jobs for long stretches of time, and ten months in a row not being able to recharge was starting to weight on me, so I had made a plan to get my brain sorted out with the ADHD diagnosis and hopefully medication before applying for jobs again, but turns out the process took the entire year, and then some, and I still don't have the meds yet. I have been given the thumbs up on them, but turns out me stressing for the better part of a year has triggered blood pressure problems (runs in my family, so honestly probably just a matter of time, but it's still very inconvenient to happen right now), so I have to sort that out first before it's safe to try stimulant medication.

And then there was the death in the family and a close friend's cancer diagnosis (fingers crossed!) and I just haven't had a great time, you know.

January's going to go into medical stuff in the hope of getting the ADHD meds, so maybe I could one day grab those thoughts again. The unemployment office is also pestering me again, so we'll see how that'll go.

I think I'll see if I can make myself a regular at the new cat cafe in town. Cats make everything better. Also looking forwards to actualizing a tattoo plan or two! Springtime is coming too, eager to continue my evening walk routine with returning sunlight. And I really, really, really need to create something again.

So here's for what I sincerely hope to be a better year than this past one! Cheers.

#shut up paper

[slasher-male-wife]

is me again :> i was wondering if you could write something based around a reader who refuses to take their medication and the character/s of your choice have to force them to take it for their health? i had a weird spur of prompt ideas at the exact moment i couldnt write so i thought id share them lol. i cant think of any specific characters so whichever you find fitting and easy to write works fine, ill be back with more (and i will return the favour soon i swear)

I'm starting this on Thursday on my phone because I love this prompt and I love all of my followers, all of you are my best friends and I will kill anyone for you (legally that is a joke). I do take meds for my adhd, hrt, to help regulate pain and some for when I get migraines. I'm going off of meds I know about so I don't fuck anything up and be really insensitive. I loved the last prompt and I hope you love this one too. One last thing please take your meds. I know it can be a chore to get out of bed and take them but please do it. Even if it's the only thing you do

Includes: Poly Sinclair brothers, and RZ Michael Myers

Warnings: Strong language, mentions of vomit, forced taking of medication

Sinclair brothers

You're having another migraine. God you hate these so much. The constant sharp sting and pounding in your head drives you nuts. You have a nasal spray to help, but it always leaks down the back of your throat with a horrible bitter taste that makes you almost vomit. But the only way the migraine ends on its own is with you also vomiting. So either way you lose. You're in your room with light shut out and the Vincent by your side, holding you hand and letting you squeeze his. You let out soft groans and you rub your temples. Bo opens the door and soft light floods in. You sit up and look at him. "Darlin you've been in here for an hour now. I hate seeing ya in pain. Just take yer meds and I'll get ya somethin to help with the taste." You shake your head.

"No Bo I'm fine I just need more time, I can handle this." He sighs.

"You need to take yer dam meds Y/n. “ 

“Bo I’m serious I’m fine just let me wait this out.” He huffs and shuts the door. You lay back down and Vincent rubs you hand with his thumb. About ten minutes later you hear footsteps again and the door opens you groan and sit up. But this time you find Lester. “Lester I’m fine I just need to wait this out.” He looks over to Vincent and back to you. 

“Darlin we hate seein ya in pain. Just take yer meds and it’ll be over soon.” You lay back down. 

“Lester it’s still a no ok? I’ll be ok.” You hear him walk over to the bed and sit next to you. 

“I’d hate to do this but I’ll make ya take it myself if ya don’t do it Y/n.” He doesn’t often use your name unless he really is serious. You look to Vincent for any support and you can see he wants you to take it too. 

“Fine I’ll fucking take it. God you guys are so annoying sometimes.” You get out of bed and go downstairs to find a big glass of water and your spray waiting for you. You open it, take it and start to chug your water as the bitter taste moves down your throat. The water wasn’t enough to stop it. You gag and sit at the table. Lester gives you a kiss on the cheek and Bo sits with you. But in the end, you knew they were right. 

RZ Michael Myers

It’s another day you don’t want to get out of bed. You’ve been stuck in your bed for a good few days now. Only getting up to use the bathroom when you really had to or if Michael dragged you out of bed. You’ve been so depressed lately you’ve been forgetting to take your meds. You know you should take your anti depressents but whats the point in doing that now? You’re looking back up at the celieng again, doing nothing like normal. Michael walks in but you don’t get up to greet him. You hear the soft rattle of your pill bottle and that makes you sit up. He has a glass of water with him too. “Michael I don’t want to take my meds ok? It’s not going to help with anything anyway, just leave me alone.” He stops next to your bed and sets down the water. He holds out the pill bottle for you to take. 

You push it away but he brings it back. You do this a few more times before you look up at his masked face. “Michael I’m not taking them ok? Leave me alone.” He pauses for a few moments before he moves the bottle closer to his face. He sits down on the bed and opens the bottle. He takes out your dose of pills and sets the bottle down. He holds the pills in his hand and brings them over to you. “I’m not fucking taking them ok? I don’t need them they don’t help.” Your frustration transfers to Michael. He grabs your jaw with one hand slightly firm and pulls open your mouth. He puts the pills in your mouth along with water quickly. He shuts your mouth and puts a hand over it so you can’t spit anything out. With no other option you swallow your pills and he pulls his hand away. He opens your mouth again and checks to make sure they’re gone. 

He sees how upset you are over this. He doesn’t do the best with emotions but he does press a masked kiss on your forehead. He lets you go back to laying around but he returns with some food for you to eat.

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair x you #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x you #lester sinclair x y/n #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x you #vincent sinclair x y/n #rz michael myers #michael myers #michael myers x y/n #michael myers x you #michael myers fanfic #slasher #slashers #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction

[celiaelise]

Things I adhd spiraled about unnecessarily today:

Astrology. Read several posts containing terms I didn't know. Looked up the terms. Looked up my birth chart. Read more posts. Saw lots of posts on astrology blogs about invasive celebrity worship, heterosexual weddings, and how you can "manifest" changing physical aspects of your appearance. (Including eye color and height) Decided I probably shouldn't take in any more of what these people have to say. This did make me late to a friend's birthday party.

Costume for my upcoming role. Director said, "you can probably just wear a plain shirt and black pants?" I said, "yeah but it has to be recognizably a waitress uniform, bc a stranger comments on it." They admitted this was true, and we haven't yet discussed it further. I spent like 3 hours after tonight's rehearsal browsing online shops for vintage-style dresses that might work. (The usual rule of thumb at our theater is that you don't spend money on costumes, or, if you do, it's at goodwill or something. I....frequently disregard this.) I probably have ten tabs relevant to the topic open on my phone rn.

Looking for a book I'd misplaced. Spent almost an hour frantically searching, only for it to be on the bookshelf. I just skimmed the table of contents and a few chapters, but the book does not appear to address the topic I was hoping for at all.

Probably other things? Idk. @ the pharmacy, please fill my adhd med script.

#adhd #my life #my feelings #by elise #i think I made up the term 'adhd spiral ' but i don't have the energy to think of something better

[lesbianslovebts]

I am trying my damned hardest to cope right now, but I have to get some anger out first. I hate being disabled. I hate living in a house full of disabled people. I hate surviving instead of living.

I am autistic. I have anxiety, depression, and PTSD. I am an abuse survivor. Trying over 5 different antidepressants and going on birth control for menorrhagia and dysmenorrhea made me gain over 100 pounds between ages 12 and 15. I am immunocompromised. I get a sinus infection that lasts for 4-8 weeks every year. When I was younger, I had bone removed from my face because of chronic sinusitis. They had to put me on one antibiotic after another as a kid. The pediatric ones stopped working, so I ended up on adult antibiotics despite the risk for joint damage. I even had a PICC line put in when I was 8 to pump antibiotics right into my heart. I've had multiple cauterizations to stop severe nosebleeds. One time, the bleeding was so bad that trying to stop it from coming out my nose made it come out my mouth and eyes instead, and my eardrums almost ruptured. When I had Covid-19 in 2021, it lasted for 3 months. I developed seasonal allergies just this year. I have chronic migraine, which at this point is more than half the days in a week. I have GERD and IBS. Insomnia, sleep apnea, and restless leg syndrome. I no longer have tonsils, adenoids, or a gallbladder. I have chronic muscle pain.

My gramma has lived with us since I was 5. She smoked for 50 years and has had a heart attack, strokes, triple bypass surgery, stents, blood transfusions, aneurysm, COPD, staph infections, inch-deep craters in her leg, sepsis, amputation, type 2 diabetes, no teeth, celiac disease, glaucoma, sleep apnea, and countless episodes of heart failure and fluid in her lungs. We think dementia is coming next. She almost burned the house down a while back. Not to mention anxiety, depression, obsessions, and so on.

My mom has chronic vestibular migraine, narcolepsy, sleep apnea, restless leg syndrome, anxiety, depression, type 2 diabetes, arthritis, IBS, GERD, and recently started bleeding out her ass, which could be simple hemorrhoids or colon cancer. 🙃

My dad was an abusive alcoholic, so I cut him off. He is autistic and has Dupuytren's contracture so severe that he can't open his hands and can barely use his thumbs and index fingers, horrible allergies, PTSD, anxiety, depression, and addiction, obviously.

My brother is a type 1 diabetic with a phobia of low blood sugars, which means he purposefully avoided taking the appropriate amount of insulin since he was a teenager. Combined with a diabetic-specific eating disorder, his A1C has been regularly over twice what it should be for over a decade, which has led to the following: diabetic retinopathy and cataracts, complete kidney failure (on dialysis), neuropathy in his legs and feet, no teeth, chronic pain, chronic fluid buildup, and malnutrition. Not to mention Dupuytren's contracture, ADHD, anxiety, panic attacks, depression, and addiction.

And it may be silly to count my pets in with the people, but my dog and two cats are all 17. I've had them since I was 10. The dog has a severe heart murmur, is deaf, and takes several meds, but she's still happy, does brief zoomies once a day after a good shit, and lives to eat. Both cats are arthritic, which is to be expected of such old ladies. One has a sore on her chin that won't heal, and I'm about to spend $1k on her to see if it's solvable or time to make decisions. 🙃

Every single one of us in this house, animals included, are disabled. My mom and I worked so hard to make this a safe, clean space for us after moving out of the filthy, broken house we were in for 15 years, where we all suffered trauma. But ever since my mom let my brother move in due to his health issues, the house has gone to shit. I am the only one who cleans, and I just can't keep up with it. The only safe, clean space for me is my own room, where I imprison myself to survive.

All this, and I still haven't committed suicide because I am dying to live a better life. I have worked too fucking hard to get here. I remind myself of this, of the progress I've made, of my accomplishments, of what I want to see and learn and do, of what and whom I love. But Dear God, I am praying for a break, for some rest, for some peace, for all of us.

#personal vent post with numerous triggers #feel free to skip right over #this is basically a diary entry #i disabled reblogs but words of encouragement are welcomed :') #llbtspost

[capsensislagamoprh]

Aiight, buckle up! We’re about to go on an ADHD fueled adventure into what happens when your meds get changed and your brain don’t work! FASHION WEEK! (all photos are bad, deal with it) Lillianna went to a friend’s fashion studio to lend some moral support. There, in the back room, she found herself trying on creation after creation. Fit? Colors? Design? All things that needed tweaking before the items could be made for market! Here are some of the mock-ups. First up, this shirt needs a resize on the straps! To large! Also, some trim. Well, you can’t win them all. Now the skirt just needs a little ironing to make the side pleating lay flatter, but Lillianna thinks the turquoise accents are rather fetching! The shoes... well, they are a mock-up. The idea is indeed there, and they do have that je ne sais quoi needed to be unique. Perhaps another go at the design will return better results?

Now, these earrings are where it’s at. Subtle, splash of color, and in birth stone colors? Lillianna thinks these will be a must for any fashionable doll.

On to the next! This top has something. It’s a little off center on design, but a second knitting should fix that right up. Maybe just three or four more rows on the right, three less on the left? The knitting is very soft and quite comfortable!

Now, this skirt...Not the shirt. That’s the fashion designer's personal item. She has a favorite band. But the skirt! Elastic waist for easy on/off, pretty color, nice fabric. Lillianna gives this the thumbs up for a summer day or beach cover up.

Now, Lillianna dose suggest you put the slit on the side or front - if using it for a beach wrap - not the back. For... Deuce’s Booty related issues.

This sweater is fabulous! Enough for a cool spring or fall day, and the knitting is just... right on! The cap sleeves? *chef’s kiss*

Check out this peekaboo in the back! And the earring are just so much classy sass. Lillianna will defiantly invest in a pair of those for her own collection, for sure!

This dress? Everything for a summer meet up! One shouldered, silver accents, high hip, but modest? Match it with the shoes - once they are re-worked? Lillianna says Yes! to this dress.

Okay, Lillianna has to have this! Jumpsuit? Stars? Colors? Yes! But these shoes...

They need a second strap across the toes. And... they need re-carving. The details were baked out. However, the crystals? The gold accents? Nice.

Like, you can see where you were going? But the crystals are too hidden for that flash of color pop sparkle. Try again?

This Lillianna likes! Look at this fit! Classy, sassy, color and pattern? This is a winner.

This necklace is good too. Maybe a smaller hoop for the crystal? Otherwise, love that industrial edge!

Punk. Rock. Cute. Look at this top! And a matching choker? Lillianna is gonna have to ask for a rush on one of these. She wants to wear it to a concert she’s going to this summer.

This. Lillianna likes this. Flair, breezy, comfortable, and tropical all in one! And these shoes! Now these are sneaks with style! (yes. I finally got them right. Now a heal-footed Rainbow High doll can stand on their own, in poses, without the stand)

These butterfly earrings are a perfect match! Can you make these in other colors? (Yes. Yes I can.)

Details on the shoes include two-tone, black accents, and gold flair.

Star on one side, moon on the other, just to add interest. Lillianna may be in line for a set of these!

Okay, this top? Adorable. Pearls, flower edging, knitted, little lace ruffle? Lillianna loves how this looks with her shorts! Perhaps something for a fun outing in the woods, or just taking a day with friends?

This daisy earring? Okay, Lillianna wants a set of these, stat!

Oh my! Back detail? Dolls with short hair get that flair, and everyone can appreciate intricately made roses!

And then they went for supper and a movie. They are seeing Thor: Love and Thunder. Should be good!

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NAME: LAUREN OPHELIA BLOOM. DATE OF BIRTH: FEBRUARY 17, 1987. FACECLAIM: ZOEY DEUTCH + JANET MONTGOMERY FOX. OCCUPATION: EMERGENCY DEPARTMENT CHAIR, NEW AMSTERDAM MEDICAL CENTER, NEW YORK. FAMILY: father: ELIJAH BLOOM, d. 2004. mother: JEANIE BLOOM, d. 2022. sister: VANESSA BLOOM, b. 1996. EDUCATION: high school: idk besties it's been two years and i haven't cared enough to even hc. college: WHITMAN COLLEGE, walla walla, washington. med school: NEW AMSTERDAM MEDICAL COLLEGE, new york city. TATTOOS: a star on her right thumb, a black rectangle on her left forearm, and a butterfly design spanning her shoulders.

one time someone told her she was pisces and she doesn’t care enough to actually look and find out that she’s aquarius

both culturally and ethnically jewish,  not one for tradition so she doesn’t observe any holidays whatsoever,  mostly because she’s never really found anyone willing to actively celebrate with her after her dad died so holidays and birthdays are just terrible and depressing

her favorite animal is an elephant and she’s got a nice collection of stuffed elephants she’s collected over the years

her favorite color is dark blue partly bc ‘bloom’ and ‘blue’ sound similar and it’s really satisfying (and she's a DORK),  and partly because she looks really really good in blue

her middle name is ophelia because her dad loved hamlet and was in several different productions,  it’s super special to her because it feels like a bond she’s got with her dad even after he’s gone and it’s NOT something she shares freely,  and it’s NOT something she likes to have used against her she will fight

has at least 650+ issues from one single comic series,  probably a ton of others too,  aka she’s a nerd

adhd.  just…  adhd...

her coffee order is a triple shot redeye (save her)

would never ever go vegan or vegetarian i'll fight on that

in the zanzaverse, lauren and jake peralta are 1st cousins

pls get her to open up and trust your muse bc she’s soft as fuck and i just love Open Happy lauren and she deserves people to be nice to her

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