#“she so quiet why doesnt she talk she was so bubbly when she was younger why her hair cut like that

[hershey-not-the-chocolate-maybe]

everything fucking sucks

[imlivinginyourtrashcan]

Give me your Blyndeff sister headcanons please.

You got it, Boss!

MOLLY BLYNDEFF:

Starting off, I think shes autistic. Look, i know this is low hanging fruit, but i mean... come on...

I have a list of all the nervous tics she has, which include:

Chewing on her hoodie strings

Clicking a pen, mechanical pencil, figit cube

Cracking her body, mostly her hands, fingers and wrists

Chewing her inner cheek

Biting herself

Shaking anything jingly

Nervous hand flappies

Pacing

I also have a list of stims that i kinda projected:

Hand flaps are a big one

Same with fist shaking

Patting her thighs too

She also makes small popping noises

Ok back to ACTUAL headcannons:

Doesnt do well at amusement parks, but is cool about the scary halloweeny stuff

Quiet kid in school on the days she goes

Vocalizes what she does (aka making sounds as she does stuff) (akaaka her walking and she goes "eh eh eh eh")

I feel like she indulges in horror games, thinks the cutesy stuff is boring

Did not realize she was autistic until Trixie said "Thats neat Molly! By the way, did you ever get diagnosed for autism?" After she went on a whole rant about bear facts.

Speaking of facts, hyperfixation/special interest list:

Bears

Pokémon

Lethal company

Any horror game you give her, really

Horror movies

History (this is me protecting)

Actual Headcannons:

Textures are iffy for her

Shes touch seeking but will freak out if she feels or tastes a weird texture like with fleeces or fabrics

Naven triedd to help her with this, but it didn't work out and she spat out the food while apologizing

Likes Rasin Brain, its the only cereal thats not sweet

Drinks black coffee and tea

I feel like she owns a green Nokia with a bear keychain

Music taste is probably those nice music box covers or really quiet piano with rain ambiance.

LORELAI BLYNDEFF:

Shes autistic too, but not at the same spectrum level as Molly

Abandonment Issues

If shes stressed she'll stim while talking out loud to herself

Had HORRIBLE meltdowns when she was younger, she stopped around the time Molly was born since her parents said she had to set an example

Sweet tooth, favorite flavor is Birthday Cake

I can sense she has a Dnd special intrest, most definetly has played Baldurs Gate 3 at some point

Warrior Cats kid

Bedazzles everything she owns

Horrible cook. Dont let her touch an oven

Her and Molly used to infodump together before they started hating eachother

Def a bedazzled flip phone girlie

Idk why but I feel like shes a Chai drinker, no explination I just feel it.

Also really likes Halloweeny stuff

She struggles more with school work than Molly (Proof, her spelling in PoP) but she doesnt want to ask for help cuz she feels stupid about it so she just does it wrong

Full Hyperfixation/Special Intrest List:

Fantasy

Dungeons and Dragons/TTRPGS

Baldurs Gate 3

Rabbits/Bunnies/Etc

Harry Potter (Fuck JKR)

Warrior Cats

Wings of Fire

Percy Jackson

Actual Headcannons:

I feel like shes an Art Kid

Specializes in Pottery and Doodles

Also has taken up plushie making! Without an Epithet, I may add

She doesnt have an issue with texture most of the time; but if she feels any slime or coldness on her hands she'll flip.

She likes the popular music; but secretly loves fantasy game soundtracks and vocaloid. DWEEB!!!! (Me too i get it Lori)

Storing money to go to a Renaissance Faire

She sometimes uses her dream bubbles for Dnd campaigns with the friends she has! Or she would if she had any

I feel like she sits alone at lunch :(

Loves Boba! Tried getting Molly to taste it but she spat out a Pearl

Theater kid. Gut feeling.

Thats all from me, anon! Enjoy!!

[ayatosmlktea]

Omg can I ask where hanjis experiment goes wrong and Levi's s/o turns into a small child and shes super embarrassed but Levi doesnt mind, he thinks its pretty cute actually

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long :( I hope you like it !

𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 ❤️

“What exactly did you say this experiment was for?” Y/N asks anxiously as she stares at the bubbling black liquid that was threatening to spill over.

“Uhhh, I didn’t?” Hanji laughs nervously as she adds a few drops of a clear substance to the beaker. Her brows crease in confusion as she flips through the pages of her notebook.

“That’s weird, nothing happened.” Muttering under her breath she walks back to the book shelf trying to figure out what went wrong. Sighing Y/N walks over to the beaker to carry it to the sink where she would dispose of the failed experiment. Her foot slips on one of the scattered pages of the scientist’s notes and she falls to the ground spilling the contents of the beaker over her clothes. The sound of glass breaking and a body hitting the floor grabs Hanji’s attention from her quite mutterings to herself. Spinning around she gasps as her eyes make contact with Y/N’s, except she was now a toddler. She couldn’t have been older than three or four, her cheeks were chubbier, her eyes wide with curiosity and she was drowning in her uniform.

“Mommy?” She looks up at Hanji expectantly , raising her tiny arms to be picked up.

“Oh my god” Hanji gasps holding Y/N at arms length. She hadn’t expected this to happen, she wasn’t even sure if she could reverse it. Fuck Levi was going to be pissed. Y/N starts to squirm in her arms as Hanji’s hands start to dig uncomfortably into her armpits. Putting her down the brunette squats to child’s level.

“Y/N, sweetie do you know where you are?” The e/c eyed girl shakes her head and her eyes begin to wander around the lab. Everything was so big compared to her tiny body.

“Oi four eyes, I think you’ve had Y/N long enough-“ Levi barges into Hanji’s lab but stops mid-sentence as he takes in the scene before him. The scientist was crouching down with a child who looked exactly like Y/N. His eyes immediately notice the broken glass on the ground and the remainder of black liquid that hadn’t fallen onto her during the fall. His eyes narrow and his face twists into a menacing scowl something that he would’ve expected to scare any child but that seemed to fascinate Y/N.

“What the fuck happened shitty glasses?” He growls in annoyance, she was always messing around with things that she shouldn’t and now Y/N was collateral damage.

“Language Levi! Can’t you see there’s a child here?”

“Exactly, why is she like this? What did you do?” He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. All he had wanted was a quiet afternoon with his lover and now he had to deal with fixing Hanji’s mess. Y/N’s arms move to wrap around Levi’s leg as she attempted to waddle closer to him but the oversized fabric around her legs caused her to trip and fall. Her eyes shut as she expected to hit the floor but instead she felt a pair of strong hands grab her hoist her up. She giggles as they make eye contact, her tiny hands grabbing at his face and Levi can’t help but admit that Y/N was a cute kid.

“I’m not sure what went wrong yet but I’ll have the answer for you by the end of the day.” Hanji promises, gathering the notes that lay scattered around the floor that had caused this whole mess in the first place causing Levi to click his tongue in annoyance at the mess she worked in.

“For now just watch her, she hasn’t retained any of her current memories so don’t be surprised if she doesn’t know who you are. Have fun babysitting!” Hanji giggles and shoves Levi out of her lab locking the door behind him.

Y/N stares up at Levi curiously, her hands move up to grab a lock of hair that was in front of his face. The idea of babysitting turned him off greatly but if it was her then he would suck it up and take care of her until Hanji found a way to turn her back to normal.

There wasn’t much he could do with a toddler running around his office. Y/N had proved to be quite an energetic child and while he hadn’t been paying attention she had run out of his office and into Erwin’s. Needless to say the blond commander had been quite shocked when he noticed a little girl standing beside his chair smiling at him almost mischievously.

“Why are your eyebrows so big?” She asks then covers her mouth with her hand to hide her giggles. Erwin could only stare speechless at this child that had somehow wandered into survey Corp HQ and had fearlessly insulted his eyebrows.

Moments later a very panicked Levi barged into his office, his shoulders slumped with relief as he marches over to Y/N.

“Levi what is this child doing here?” He finally asks.

“One of four eyes’ experiments fucked up, and Y/N somehow turned into her younger self.” Levi explains feeling a headache begin to form when Y/N begins to run around the office chanting “eyebrows fucked up”.

“I see. I take it that this issue is going to be resolved promptly?” Erwin asks grimly, his mouth set in straight line obviously disapproving of Hanji’s reckless antics.

“That’s the plan eyebrows.” Levi responds dryly carrying Y/N out of the commander’s office and back to his own.

Nothing had ever tired him out so much, not training the brats, not filling out hours of useless paper, not even fighting Titans was as exhausting as keeping up with Y/N who couldn’t stay out of trouble. Hanji had later passed by to inform him that the effects of the experiment would wear off in a in a matter of hours to a day depending on how her body reacted to the serum. He had been annoyed but it was better than her staying this way permanently. Eventually she had passed out on the couch in his office and he thanked the gods that she was finally unconscious. His eyes burned with exhaustion as he laid her down in their bed and shortly followed after.

When he woke up the next morning she was back to her adult body. He pulled her over to him and let out a small sigh of content at his lover being back to normal.

“Thanks for taking care of me.” She mumbled sleepily. He didn’t say anything just kissed her forehead in response. Everything was back to normal, at breakfast Y/N was chewing Hanji out for her lab being so disorganized and that she would never help out with another experiment unless she cleaned when Erwin joined them at their table. Immediately she stopped talking and a blush furiously took over as she remembered her conversation yesterday with her commander.

“Y/N, good to see you back to normal.” She nodded unable to make eye contact with him as her breakfast suddenly became the most interesting thing she’d seen.

“There will be a meeting after breakfast hopefully the size of my eyebrows won’t deter any of you from showing up.” Y/N hides her face in her hands and slumps forward.

“So embarrassing.” She hisses as Levi leans down.

“I thought it was pretty cute.” He chuckles softly against her ear making her want to evaporate like a Titan on the spot.

Masterlist

[nikokova]

Changes: Chapter 3

Hi guys, it’s me. The anxious writer. So, as this security guard at my school keeps yelling, I’ve only got 15 days left before finals. So I might not update on the schedule that I want, though I will try!

Feel free to send me an ask about the story. I'll try to answer as long as it doesnt give away any spoilers!

Prologue Previous

Summary: Logan Summers: One friend, a 4.0, and a huge secret. He wouldn’t have it any other way. Virgil Mathews: barely surviving high school, let alone possibly being moved away from his one and only friend just so he gets to experience what its like to “Have a family”. Patton Pennington: can’t remember having a friend in real life, hopes that his parents taking in a foster kid can change things for him. Roman Royal: Arguably the most popular boy in school, but when he hears that the high schools are merging next year, will he be able to mend his checkered past?

Pairings: Slow-burn Analogical and Royality

Warnings: Foster system, food/drink, anxiety/nervousness, some self-deprecation, puns, injury, mentions of getting beat up, bad writing skills. Let me know if I missed any!

Word count: 2087

Tag list: @zaisling @heir-of-the-founders @rainbow-sides @3-14l59265358979323846 @spazzz32 @sanderstalker @confinesofpersonalknowledge @black-out-wonder @phlying-squirrel @scorching-scotch @queen-of-all-things-snuggly @theotherella @toujours-fidele @hamster-corn @misslilidelaney @alkimara @ccecode @nienna14 @sylveon-lover-crazyfangirl1415 @smileydog101 @am-i-heaven-or-am-i-hell @an-anxious-acquaintance Just ask if you want to be added!

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To say that Patton felt excited was probably an understatement. He didn’t know a word for how he was feeling. Some sort of mix of happiness and nervousness that bubbled in his stomach making him simultaneously thrilled and nauseous. It was only a week since school had ended, but he had felt really lonely. At least at school, he was surrounded by other people, even if they didn’t care to notice he existed. At home, it was just him and his online friends. Who each had a life and their own in real life friends. He craved friends more than he would even admit to himself. When he imagined going out for ice cream, movies, staying up late at sleepovers. He felt selfish. It wasn't other people's fault that he felt the way he did, or their job to make him feel better.

He sat up and looked around in an attempt to change the subject of his own conversation. His eyes scanned the walls that had been yellow since he was a baby, some spots still had crayon and finger paint that his mom refused to wash off because of “memories”. He had never really thought of wiping them off the wall, especially because it made his mom happy when he asked if she knew the story behind a certain scribble. Usually, she did, sometimes she would make something up to make him laugh.

The other things he had on his walls since childhood was a collection of pun posters. The biggest was taped above his dresser, it had two bananas drawn on it with the quote, “Why did the banana go to the doctor? He wasn’t peeling well.” Seeing the posters always made him laugh, or at least smile on a rough day. His personal favorite was the rainbow deer, bubble letters spelling out “Oh deer! I’m queer!”

His room was one of the only to not be completely reorganized in the past week. HIs parents had wanted the house to be presentable when the boy arrived. Not that it wasn’t already pretty clean, but his parents worried. Part of Patton was glad that his room had been left untouched, another part wondered if a change of scenery would improve his state of mind. He had read somewhere that being exposed to yellow for a long time made people depressed. Or was it blue? Either way, maybe a different color would make him happy? No, that was silly.

His eyes moved to the corner where a mirror stood out like a prep in Hot Topic, being one of the only things not covered in childhood stickers. In it, he could see his brown eyes contrasting with the bright white of his skin. He had tried to tan before, it resulted in a painful sunburn that returned to its natural color in two weeks. What bothered him though, was that he had no freckles. Almost every redhead he knew had freckled, but him. Patton loved adored freckles. He developed a crush on almost all of his male classmates who had them at one point or another.

“Patton!” His mom's voice snapped him from his thoughts,

“Yeah?” He hopped off of his bed and took a deep breath, plastering a smile on his face.

“Can you do me a favor?” She asked, her voice seeming louder as Patton opened his door.

“What do you want me to do?” He questioned, walking down the hall and looking through all of the open doors. He stopped in the guest, well his new brother's room, where his mom was wrapping the vacuum cord. She looked up at him and smiled,

“Do you think you can wipe down the window for me?” The window looked spotless. “I need to vacuum the living room.” for the fourth time this week. But Patton could see the stress and worry behind her smile. He widened his own smile and slowly took the vacuum from his mom.

“Why don’t you go grab some lemonade from the fridge? He might be thirsty when he gets here, and the living room is squeaky clean.” He reassured, her brown eyes softened and she gave him a small smile.

“Alright, I’m overworking myself, I get it.” She giggled and headed to the door, “You want any lemonade?”

“No thanks, I’m good.” Once his mom was gone he deposited the vacuum into the halls closet. He walked back into the room to look for the window cleaner, only to see a car parked in front of the house. He ran up to the window, placing his hands on the glass, before taking them off and scolding himself on the imprint it left. The driver's door opened and a tall woman climbed out. Her grey hair tied in a bun that matched her suit. Heart pounding, Patton raced out of the room and down the stairs. He could see the lady and his parents on the porch as he crossed the dining room.

“Virgil really doesn’t like being touched, especially right now. He got a little beat up this morning, he’s not violent of course. Just other kids usually get jealous when another gets adopted or moved to a home.” The voice seemed extremely cold for someone who works with kids. Patton chose to stand next to Ryan as they all listened to her.

“Is there anything we should do about it?” Ryan asked, running a hand over his black hair.

“Honestly, the best thing is to ignore it. He probably feels self-conscious about it.” The lady shifted, clearly uncomfortable with standing in the heels she had on.

“Where is he?” Patton looked around curiously.

“Oh, he’s in the car. Maybe you can show him around while I talk with your parents.” The lady suggested,

“Only if you’d be ok with that kiddo.” His dad added,

“Yeah, I’m ok with doing that!” Patton smiled,

“Great.” The lady responded monotone before turning on her heels and walking over to the car. She opened the back door, and it seemed like a couple words were exchanged before a tall boy dressed in all black stepped out of the car. He was quite a few inches taller than the lady, and it became obvious he was only a little taller than Patton, who was only around 5’8. He stayed on the stairs even as the lady came up to them on the porch. His hood was pulled over his head, hiding most of his face.

“Alright Virgil, this is Ryan,” Pa waved a hand, “Cathy, and Tom.” His mom and dad waved respectively.

“And I’m Patton!” The boys blue eyes looked him over in a way that made him nervous. He had blown it already, hadn't he? He moved to the door and held it open, “I’m gonna show you around while they talk.”

“O-oh, okay..” The deep voice stuttered, maybe Virgil was just as nervous as he was. The taller one walked around the group of adults before ducking through the door. Patton closed the door behind himself and noticed that Virgil only had one bag hanging off his shoulder.

“Is your other stuff in the car?” He asked, the taller one's eyes widened a little.

“No, this is all I’ve got,” Virgil muttered, almost too quiet for Patton to hear. It didn’t help that he had his hand in front of his mouth as he bit his thumb.

“Oh, well… This is the dining room. If you couldn't tell.” Patton attempted to lighten the mood. Virgil only nodded, eyes flying back and forth behind his dark bangs. Almost as if he were a scanner. So, Patton pointed to his left, towards the room with a large couch and medium-sized TV. “That's the living room, and the kitchen is up here next to the stairs. I’ll show you that and the bathroom first before we go upstairs, if that's ok with you kiddo- wait oops.” Patton's face grew warm. Did he really just say kiddo? Maybe he spends too much time with his dad. But now Virgil must think he’s so lame. I mean only old people use ‘kiddo’ anymore.

It was a light laugh that yanked him out of his thoughts. He looked over to see a smile on the boys split lip, and a laugh escaping from between. The laugh was bubbly and much lighter than Virgil's voice. It still held the same softness, however, and it made Patton smile despite his heart ramming into his chest.

“Sorry, my dad calls me that all the time. It just sort of, slipped out I guess.” Patton allowed himself to join in with his own laugh.

“It’s ok, I don't mind,” Virgil stated once he had managed to stop laughing, a small smile tugged his mouth to one side.

“So you, don’t mind me calling you that?” Patton repeated, trying to be sure.

“I mean I guess not, even though we’re like the same age aren’t we?” Virgil's brows furrowed,

“Well, I’m 16 as of January.” Patton shrugged, sure that the boy would be younger than him.

“I’m 16 too, as of last December.” Virgil moved the bag from one shoulder to the other, some part of him itching to move.

“Oh, so you're the oldest. Well, I guess I’ve always wanted to be a younger brother.” Patton muttered, walking towards the kitchen that was to the right of the stairway. Virgil slowly started to follow,

“Umm, if you could, not say it in public. I guess, then I’m ok with you calling me kiddo.” He mumbled causing a genuine smile spread across Patton's face.

“It’s a deal then,” he turned to glance at Virgil, “kiddo.”

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“So your room is across from the bathroom, mines at the end of the hall, and my parent's room is next to the bathroom, across from the closet where our cleaning stuff is,” Patton explained as they walked up the stairs. He was extremely glad that the other teen seemed to be warming up to him quickly. Once they reached the top of the stairs he quickly struck a pose to present the room. Virgil rolled his eyes at this but walked into the room. It had light grey walls and a large window across from the door. Virgil set his bag on the bed and approached the window. Out of it, you could see the roof of the porch, his hands reached up and unlocked the window before pulling it open.

“What are you doing?” Patton asked, walking over to stand next to Virgil.

“Shh, listen.” So he did, and he could hear the adults talking.

“Is there any other things you think we should be aware of?” It was his Pa asking, he was always asking questions and trying to make sure everything was planned out fully.

“Well, usually every day after school Virgil would spend time at the library with this boy. We aren’t sure if they were dating or not, but the boy is the only person Virgil really ever hung out with. He seemed to be really anxious about moving away from the boy.” It was the lady's voice that said this. Was Virgil gay? Virgils face was as red as a tomato and he quickly moved to slam the window shut, barely giving Patton enough time to get himself back into the room.

“So are you really gay?” Patton asked, his stomach buzzed with excitement.

“So what if I am? It’s not like there's anything wrong with that.” Virgil hissed. Patton's waved his hand frantically, trying to figure out how to explain that he didn’t mean it in a bad way.

“Of course there's nothing wrong with it! I’m gay too, I was just excited. To have someone like me, for once…” He mumbled, his voice getting softer at the end. Virgil's defensive look melted and he frowned,

“I, I’m sorry. I shouldn't have lashed at you like that.” he apologized, Patton pulled on a wide smile.

“It's ok. I should've said it a different way.” Patton shook his head, “so, do you have a crush on that guy?”

“I-it’s none of your business,” Virgil whined,

“Awwww, what's he like?”

“I mean, I guess… Well, he’s short.” A smirk spread across Virgil's lips. “He’s also the smartest person you’ll ever meet. He always wears jeans and a polo with a tie, like a nerd. But its cute-” he cut himself off realizing what he was saying. Before he could spout out apologies Patton interrupted him.

“He sounds great! I can’t wait to meet him kiddo!”

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Hey so, in case anyone is confused.

Tom= Pattons biological father

Cathy= Pattons biological mother

Ryan= Pattons Pa, aka his not biological dad

Virgil and Pat will be sort of the main focus for the next couple chapters since thats where most of the story is developing. Though there will be updates on the other two.

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[ddonggeun]

Hey! So I’m suspecting if I got adhd/add but is there any symptom idk. It’s really exp here to get it diagnosed

sorry it took me a while to get back to you because honestly i dont know whats a good alternative for you can be so i guess i can share my own experience? 

first of all i think googling symptoms and types of adhd and reading peoples account on how adhd/add manifest is a good start? my doctor and the reddit /r/adhd REALLY help me to accept myself (which is the first step i think) but the way i get diagnosis (i am adhd with predominately inattentiveness - but at the same time i have depressions and dyslexia which is like a killer combo 10/10 would never rec) is that i came across with an article a couple months about how girls with adhd are more likely to be (mis)diagnosed with depression and it basically fucks up multiple generations because they cant get the help they need and i was like wait whats describe in it sounds kind of like me but at the same time i have always been very lethargic and rather well behaved in class growing up i am nothing like what you would typically associate with adhd (you know the hyper-activeness) so during my next visit to the doctor (im getting treatment for my depression) i mention to the article to her and she said wait you know what describe how you feel in a classroom setting growing up and is there anything you do that teachers complain about repeatedly and tell me how studying and doing homework is like to you and so i did (i can go further into details of my life since a lot contributes to why i only get diagnosis when im 21… let me know if you would like to know i guess?)

my doctor (who just so happens to be an adhd specialist and is quite active in the research area i didnt know before then we stan forever i love her really she is so encouraging and so good at her job) took some notes as i was talking and after im done she said you know what i think you might be onto something but i cant be sure yet (since i have depression and dyslexia which both overlaps quite a lot with adhd/add) why dont i first explain to you what adhd is and i’ll give you the set of official diagnosis questions you dont have to do it just take a look at it first do some research organize your thought talk to your parents about it and if you think getting a test on it is something you want we can set up another appointment and we can go from there - which is really really nice because adhd has always been a taboo at least with my upbringing it makes you a loser socially academically and you know just in general its not something you will want to have…. 

in hind sight there are SO MANY SIGNS even in early childhood how come no one notice i dont know prolly because i grew up in the 00s if you are different you need to kys lmao rip: 

trouble paying attention in school or work,

the appearance of not listening - although im an audio learner funny enough

avoidance of activities that require sustained focus,

being easily distracted 

restlessness

fidgeting and cant sit properly - i shake my legs or click my pen so much especially when im thinking or anxious lmao, i got into trouble a lot when i was younger because i only sit in my seat facnig the teacher 5 mins max at at ime then i move around or i move the chair around i think better when i cross my legs but i went to a uniform school and i always make my skirt too short so you know

interrupting - if i dont say what comes to mind when it comes to mind, the thought is gone forever

frequent talking and talking way too fast - i get the exact same comment every single report day class from when i was 4 till i graduated high school im not even kidding “she has excellent comprehension skill and reading speed. it would be great if parents can help her out a bit in maths or chemistry.  she has a lot of potential if she applies herself, she seems distracted although when we ask her questions she can answer. very helpful and bubbly and yet she talks too much in class. she is not disruptive and her seatmate never complains but she just doesnt stop talking. we have been pairing her up with quiet students in class in the hopes that she will talk less in class but she just turn the quiet student talkative”

trying to do multiple things at once - i cant do one thing at a time, even when im say writing a paper i need to be listening to music or talking to someone if not switching between tabs or word files

mood swings

hyperfocus - oh boy oh boy oh boy

impulsiveness - i dont know if i get better as i age or is it getting worse i just know how to clean up my mess lmaooooo

poor time management - although i would say ever since i start listening to stuff 24/7 it really helps build a sense of the passage of time or whatever? its like now i know ok by the time i get to the third song in the shower i need to be washing out my conditioner; or say i need to go somewhere in 40 mins which is really abstract to me i set timers and put on a show thats 35ish mins even tho im not watching it just so im aware of time is actually happening if it makes sense

fail to follow through - i start things and once i have it figure out in my head i struggle to put it down in words or explain it to others i work well with other adhd peps tho

doesnt follow instruction and only do stuff their way

burnout - this is the worst especially if you are a perfectionist or a control freak and guess who is both 

trouble coping with stress - 

i luck out because im canadian and my doctor (in my schools clinic) just so happens to be a specialist who is very passionate about helping undergrads and grad school students to achieve as much as they can - so doctor and diagnosis for me is free. i do have to pay for my medications out of my pocket for a bit since im on vyvanse (to treat both my adhd and depression-lead anxiety its complicated but it makes sense when my doctor explained it to me lol) and this drug isnt covered by Pharmacare (CAD $130ish for 3 weeks worth of 30mg, im mostly on 30mg but on days when i dont have work on stuff or go to school i take 20mg just so my anxiety dont cause me to explode lmao) and very expensive but recently my doctor and i have agreed that vyvanse really work for me and it is something that i should be on daily for the foreseeable future we applied for special authorization which means i only gotta pay the tax… of course medicating isnt a must but it is what works for me and we figure out a way to make it affordable so i cant be more happy about that

at the same time i work with my psychiatrist to you know configure the whole adhd thing cause you know 21 years of repressing and forcing your feet into a shoes that not even your size frick you up thats something people dont tell you 🤷🏻‍♀️

what my doctor said to me then stuck with me - she told me adhd or add really is no monster or flaw in fact it is a very valuable set of traits we inherit from our ancestor - we hate it now because modern society render these skills useless well you see adhd isnt all about the hyperactiveness you see in the media people with adhd are extra sensitive to their surrounding and prefer hands on experiences (today we call them distracted) they are always aware of the change around them and is capable to attend to a couple things at a time and act fast because their brains are always making sense of things even when they arent consciously doing it. in todays society we dont want these kind of people why? because they ask questions they are curious people who notice trivial stuff that dont contribute to productivity they cant sit still which makes them not the ideal factor workers or pupils BUT! you have to remember that industrialization started like a century ish ago before that our ancestors live in predominately tribal society - adhd people then are the perfect caretakers and protectors, why? because they are always noticing things they adapt and react fast… so yeah it kinda suck for us growing up in a system thats designed to be everything we are and it is something that need to be changed but for those of us who “made it out alive” especially people who only get diagnosed in adulthood more often than not they look back and realize they have developed so many incredible ways to cope to make things work - are they always the perfect way? are they always health? no definitely no but at the same time it shows you how incredible these people are they make things work yes things are really hard sometimes but you got to give yourself a pet in the shoulder for not giving up… with the help of science and research we now know a little more about how adhd affect people we now have medication and programs developed to help people with adhd - they arent to dumb you down or numb you but instead it helps you to focus better so you can actually hear your entire thought and not just phrases or sentence fragments

[huffle-dork]

Control (Part 2)

Part 1: [x]

(This is the bad part, read ta own risk!) 

TeFA stared at her two friends, then their respective darksonas. They were all in the same place, and she didn't know if she should be more scared or relieved that they were actually with her for once. She wanted to run over to them, but yet her body wouldn't move.

Anibase, meanwhile, drank in the sight. She loved it. “TXkgZnJpZW5kcyBhcmUgYWxsIGhlcmUuLi4hIE5vdyB3ZSBjYW4gZmluYWxseSBzIFQgYSBSIHQuLi4h ((My friends are all here...! Now we can finally s T a R t...!))” She then turned to TeFA. “Tm93IG15IGRlYXIgc2VsZiwgdGVsbCBtZS4uLiBIb3cgZG8gSSBjIE8gbiBUIHIgTyBsIHlvdS4uLj8= ((Now my dear self, tell me... How do I c O n T r O l you...?))”

TeFA nervously swallowed. “By… killing me, in my dreams, reminding me why I shouldn't exist, showing what I would hate most, controlling my fears/guilt/anxiety to the point where it tears me apart.” Anibase looked unamused. She then sent the butterfly pendant straight through her right shoulder, cutting off her limb.

“VyByIE8gbiBHLi4u ((W r O n G…))”

Huffle, who was beyond groggy and having trouble waking up, screamed as she saw Anibase tear through TeFA’s limb.

“Holy shit??! what the fuck?!” She sobbed, feeling her heart hammering in her chest. She backed up, holding onto Juri as she scooted before her back hit something. Before she could even respond, Unreal was kicking her back to the ground so her face smacked and scraped across the floor.

“Stop your pathetic crying!” She sneered as she waved ink around her hand, changing it into various sharp shapes, “or you’ll be n͙͇̬͆̇͂ë̢͙̺́̈́͌x̛͓́̚��̙t̨͉̰͊͐̃!” Huffle whined quietly in the back of her throat but stayed still, fearing the worst.

“Fuck!” Juri had screamed when the pendant went through TeFA’s shoulder. She had a death grip on Huffle’s wrist as Huffle tugged her back all the way up until Unreal kicked Huffle.

Juri dragged Huffle behind with shaking hands even as she opened her mouth and said, “Says the one who’s always crying ink!”

She regretted her words even before they finished leaving her mouth but she couldn’t take them back now.

TeFA stared back at her frightened friends, and knew she wanted to comfort them. Her face went numb, devoid of any pain. ‘It’s just an arm, she seriously could've done way worse.’ She stared back at her younger self, awaiting the next question: besides, if she spoke out of line, it would be her mouth or throat next for sure.

“SG93Li4uIERvIEkuLi4gQyBvIE4gdCBSIG8gTCB5IE8gdS4uLj8= ((How... Do I... C o N t R o L y O u...?))” Anibase growled, anger seizing her noosed-throat.

“By… by making me feel like my absolute worse, telling me why I don't deserve others or things, convincing me that putting on a smile that we’ll see our two friends again one day.” TeFA muttered. She hung her head. ‘Crap, she better not make me say it.’

Anibase giggled, then went deadpan, and brought back back the pendant straight through TeFA’s left hip, knocking her down to the floor. “VyByIE8gbiBHIGFnYWluLi4uIQ== ((W r O n G again…!))” She then weaved her rope through TeFA’s hair and pulled her up so she could look straight at everyone else. TeFA bit back a scream, and made sure no tears fell down her face.

Unreal knocked Juri over and growled, eye glowing bright. “Watch your fucking mouth, mincemeat.”

Huffle was shaking and trying to hold back tears but she was beyond terrified. She then saw Anibase lift up TeFA and before her brain could react she was on her feet.

“Hey!” Huffle shouted, voice shaking, “leave her alone!” She swallowed, bracing herself for the worst, but she couldn’t just stand here and watch her friends get trampled on!

Juri took being knocked over as long as it got Unreal away from Huffle. She was not expecting Huffle to yell at Anibase though. Her heart was pounding but like Hell was Juri not gonna stand by her friends.

“Screw it,” Juri whispered and rapidly stood up next to Huffle while keeping an eye on Unreal and a very disinterested, on everything that was happening, Ouros.

Anibase simply ignored the other two, but then a grin grew upon her face. “T2gsIG9sZGVyIHNlbGYsIGhvdyBtdWNoIGRvIHdlIGxvdmUgb3VyIGZyaWVuZHMuLi4/ ((Oh, older self, how much do we love our friends...?))”

TeFA’s eyes shot open, and her voice grew quiet with worry. “Oh please, no, no don't do it-” and she was quickly caught off, as Anibase, with a simple glow of her right eye, cast an illusion that everyone could see: Huffle and Juri hanging by nooses, dead as a beaten down door. However, real Huffle and Juri were fine, and were standing just below their illusionary-selves, but TeFA could no longer see them.

“NO! NO NO NO NO!!!” TeFA screamed and convulsed, and Anibase giggled evilly.

“Tm93IFRFTEwgTUUuLi4h ((Now TELL ME…!))” Anibase demanded, shouting. “SG93IGRvIEksIGNvbnRyb2wgeSBPIHUuLi4/IQ== ((How do I control y O u…?!))”

TeFA screeched. “YOU MERELY INFLUENCE ME!!! IT IS I THAT FEELS THIS! I FEEL LIKE I SHOULDN’T EXIST, I FEEL LIKE I AM A TERRIBLE FRIEND, I FEEL LIKE A-” and TeFA quickly got the pendant through her heart and head, and collapsed dead.

Anibase smiled. “QW5kIHRoYXQsIGlzIGhvdyB5b3UgdCBSIHUgTCB5IGNvbnRyb2wgc29tZW9uZS4uLg== ((And that, is how you t R u L y control someone…))” She kicked the now dead TeFA over to the others to see, and laughed. “VGhhdCBsYXN0IG9uZSB3YXMgd3JvbmcsIHBhcnRpYWxseS4uLiBCdXQgc2hlIHdhcyByaWdodCB0aGUgZmlyc3QgdGltZXMgYXJvdW5kLCBJIGp1c3Qgd2FudGVkIHRvIG0gRSBzIFMgd2l0aCBoZXIuLi4= ((That last one was wrong, partially... But she was right the first times around, I just wanted to m E s S with her…))”

Huffle’s eyes were overflowing with tears and she screamed, “YOU FUCKING DEMON!! WHAT THE HELL??!” Her feet were walking before she even could think, even though her whole body was screaming at her about the danger, that she was gonna get herself killed.

But soon she was scooping up Anibase by the front of her shirt and cry-yelling in her face, “WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?? TEFA DOESNT DESERVE ANYTHING OF THIS!!!”

Huffle is thrown to the side by a wave of ink and is soon met face to face with her own dark side. Unreal growled low in her throat, “ K̥͚̜̀̐̇n̢̮̻̍̃͘o̗̝̣͌̓͘w̺̩̣͗̈́̓ ̲̼͚͂͂̋y̧̧͕̌́̕o̺̤̔̀̓ͅu̧͖̤͗͝͝r͚̭̗̆̿͝ ̧̨̠͐͌̿f̜̬̞̽̎̃u̜̬̞̓̄̊c̩͕̤̄̒̿k͍̗͇̓̀̔i͙͔͙̇̃̔n̫̮̝̍̒̓ǵ̡̰̮͠͝ ̢̘̮͐̏͗p̨̩̯̊͗̇l̼̘̇̈́͜͝ä͈̰̼́̂͝ć̖̪͍͌͂e͈͓̤̿̇͂. ͔̟͕͒́̄”

Biting back a frightened sob, Huffle struggled and fought against Unreal who was pinning in her down in a puddle of sticky ink, “why are you doing this?! What have we done to you all?! W-we’re good people! We don’t deserve this!”

Juri was shaking in shock as she stared at TeFA’s corpse. When Huffle was pinned by Unreal she snapped out of it. “Huffy!” Juri yelled. She ran forward only to be stopped after a few feet as gravity increased on her and forced Juri to her knees.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and she didn’t have to turn to know who was behind her. “Please no,” Juri whisper-sobbed. There was no response from Ouros and Juri began crying in earnest.

Anibase giggled at all the sadness going around. “QnV0IGxvb2suLi4hIEkgZXZlbiBoYXZlIHNvbWUgY29udHJvbCBvdmVyIHRoZW0uLi4hIExvb2sgYXQgdGhlaXIgZmVhciBpbnN0YWxsZWQgYnkgbSBFLi4uIQ== ((But look...! I even have some control over them...! Look at their fear installed by m E...!))” She steps over TeFA’s body and walks over to the others. “RG9uJ3QgYmUgc28gYnJhc2gsIGluc3RlYWQgdGFrZSB0aGVtIGFuZCBqdXN0IHNpbXBseSBzIE4gYSBQIHRoZW0uLi4= ((Don't be so brash, instead take them and just simply s N a P them…))”

She waves her hand towards Huffle and Juri, who are complete messes. “TGlrZSBzby4uLg== ((Like so…))”

“I’m not afraid of you, you pint sized little freak!” Huffle screamed, kicking and kneeing Unreal even as the ink held her back from doing any real damage. Unreal chuckled darkly and leaned in closer to Huffle’s ear, “I know what you are afraid of though. Do you really wanna experience that?”

Huffle growled and snapped up at the dark side, “You can’t actually hurt me, ink blot! You’re all shadows and empty threats! I’m sick of you and anyone else trampling over me!” Angry tears burned her vision as she swallowed the anger stirring in her stomach. Anger wasn’t her, Anger was Unreal’s. Unreal’s eyes glowed bright as she clasp her hand over Huffle’s mouth and the ink dropping from her eyes burned and bubbled as it dropped on the girl’s skin. Huffle’s breathing quicken and her body jolted with terror.

“You really are a f̤̜̦͋̓͝ớ̙̠̹̐ǒ͈͎̼̔̐l̹̲̪͐̃͒,̢̦̭͋̓̍ ͉̯̟͌̄͋Ĺ͎̣̫̌̋a̗̙͑̀͑͜ù͉̥͓̕͝r͔͚̬̃͐͗ě̞̤̭̆̐n͓̜͇̈́͌̀.̟̦̹͆̊̈́” The ink on Huffle’s face flashed green and blue and glowed and Huffle’s eyes dimmed as if in a daze. Unreal dragged her hand away from Huffle’s mouth, which was now filled with sickly bubbling ink. Huffle choked and struggled, fear bright in her eyes, her vision showing her getting dragged into inky blackness and drowning. Unreal stood and kicked Huffle over, sneering at her host’s flailing and crying.

“Pft. Hope she’ll learn not to talk back now.”

Ouros dropped a hand onto Juri’s head, ignoring her tiny shriek. Gravity shifted in disturbing ways around Juri who fought it. Juri rose slowly, unable to fight it as Ouros manipulated the gravity around her body. She didn’t have to possess Juri to make her do what she wanted.

Slowly, Juri was forced to walk closer to Huffle who was choking and flailing around. She knew she was crying but gravity had tightened around her throat enough it was all she could do to breath properly. Once she reached Huffle Ouros had her stop.

“Hold her down now,” Ouros commanded from behind Juri.

Juri’s breathing sped up as she was forced back into kneeling and grabbing Huffle’s arms to force her to stop flailing. She didn’t know what Ouros’s end goal was, she didn’t want to know.

Anibase watched in complete delight. She thought she loved every bit earlier, but this? She might as well be in her twisted-up version of heaven. “WWVzLi4uIFkgZSBTLi4uIFlFUyEhIQ== ((Yes… Y e S… YES!!!))” Anibase clapped her hands in excitement and bounced around like the child she is. “VGFrZSB0aGF0IGFiaWxpdHkgdGhleSBoYXZlLCB0aGVpciB3IEkgbCBMLi4u ((Take that ability they have, their w I l L…))” Anibase grinned.

“QW5kIHMgTiBhIFAgaXQuLi4h ((And s N a P it…!))”

[pjo-hoo-nextgen]

The First Quest X

Andy attempted to gain some knowledge as to why Maria and Jaxon were no longer on speaking terms, but not many people knew what had happened.

“I don’t get it,” Andy huffed, resting his chin on his hand. “They always fight but this is different.”

“Wrench,” Sol held out her hand expectantly and Andy placed the tool in her grip.

“If anything they’d have fixed it by now.” He paused in thought for a moment, tapping his fingers against his chin.

“Maybe they just need time apart.” Sol suggested making an unusual attempt at conversation.

“They hardly touch one another with an eight foot pole. They have plenty of time apart.” Andy laughed. Sol hummed in reply and settled her goggles back on her face. “I mean the bickering gets old but the silence is just...uncomfortable.”

“Some people have odd ways of doing things.” The motor Sol was working on gave a small attempt to start before fizzling out. “Crap. I swore I fixed it.”

“Try jiggling the knobby thing.” Andy pointed at a protrusion on the machine.

“That’s not what it’s called,” Andy noticed the small smile on her face and couldn’t help but sit up a bit taller. She took his advice anyways and sure enough the engine gave a mighty sputter before maintaining a low hum. “Yes! Finally!”

“Great! Now you can put it on the motorized dummy track for the training arena!” Andy hopped up from the stool he’d been sitting on.

“That’s the plan.” Sol nodded, moving to turn off the device. With a satisfied nod she tugged off her goggles and gloves.

“You got a little something.” Andy gestured to his own nose indicating the spot where Sol had a fair amount of grease plastered on her face.

“Again?” With a grunt of frustration Sol used the hem of her shirt to scrub at her face. The grease only smeared further over her nose and cheeks.

“Don’t do that!” Andy laughed. “You got it everywhere!”

“Ugh! I hate my life!” Sol huffed.

“Sit down. I got this.” Andy offered her the stool. Sitting, Sol watched him curiously until he came back with a squirt bottle, a surprisingly clean rag, and a mirror. “I will be your stylist today. I was trained in the art of beauty!”

With an impish grin Andy did a clumsy spin and struck a pose, spinning the bottle on his finger as if it were a ring of car keys.

“I hate you.”

“I know.” Andy winked. “Now let the master work.”

Sol sat perfectly still as Andy worked at cleaning away the stubborn residue. She’d had experiences like this before and her skin was often left red and raw from the rough material. This time, however, it was different. Andy managed to perform the task with ease being surprisingly gentle.

“Aaaaaaand, done.” He declared. “Take a look babe.”

Andy held up the mirror for Sol to check her reflection. “Not bad Grace.”

“Clean as a whistle.” Andy nodded. “Like I said...I’m the master.”

“Of dorkiness.” Sol scoffed tossing the dirtied rag at him.

“My feelings.” Andy feigned offense. “Anyways, we have a game of capture the flag to prepare for.”

“Indeed.” Sol nodded. “I have a feeling this will be very interesting.”

— — —

Indeed it was. Maria and Jaxon were inevitably on the same team once more. Only this time, Grey was left trying to manage the forces.

Maria and Jaxon had both adopted personal agendas and didn’t bother to acknowledge the rest of their team.

“Okay, so...I’m on defense. This is cool.” Andy talked to himself as he paced beside the flag.

“What’d you expect? We got our moment of glory last time. The other kids were destined to have a shot.” Sol frowned sitting on a rock and sharpening her blade. “But the schedule goes Wednesday-Friday for Capture the Flag games. We get another shot soon enough.”

“Yeah, but I expected more entertainment.” Andy paused in his pacing to kick a rock into the trees. At first neither of them noticed it but then it became quiet clear.

There was a commotion going on at the center of the battlefield. From the sound of it nearly everyone had stopped to watch. “Okay, I know we have to guard this but-“

“Come on.” Sol was already running in the direction of the noise with Andy following hot on her heels. The two stumbled from the woods to find a very alarming sight.

“Oh my Gods they’re trying to kill each other.” Andy breathed.

Despite being on the same team Jaxon and Maria were locked in a heated duel. Maria had a score to settle and she intended on restoring some of her pride.

Sol was the first to do anything. Being small she managed to worm her way through the gathered crowd. Andy squeezed his way through with a bit more effort.

“I said go to the right.” Jaxon growled.

“What I do is not up to you.” Maria replied slashing at him with her sword. Jaxon stepped to the side and lashed out in return. Maria arched her blade behind her back ending the strike. “You made it quite clear.”

Spinning Maria slashed angrily at Jaxon’s ankles. Leaping he twisted in the air sending a blast of air far more violent than he should have. Maria was knocked to the side, she tumbled a bit, before coming to a rest.

“Jaxon what are you doing?!” Andy demanded latching onto his brother’s arm.

Maria crawled to her feet, rolledher shoulders, and gave a twirl of her sword; a challenge.

“Enough. Both of you.” Grey stepped between the two raging demigods. “Knock it off.”

“Step aside Grey.” Maria’s voice was full of authority, dripping with the power only a true leader could muster.

“Make me.” The eldest boy raised his chin in defiance.

“Sorry.” Maria gave him an apologetic look before charging at Jaxon and using her elbow to nudge Grey aside. Jaxon shoved Andy away, who stumbled back into the crowd of people.

Sol’s anger flared up and despite herself her arms ignited in bright orange fire. Jaxon made another strike but Sol deflected the blade and caught hold of the weapon. The blade sizzled before the gold began to melt.

Jaxon looked down in surprise before it dawned on him that Sol was ruining his father’s blade. He’d just gotten it back from Thia via Hermes’ messenger friends: wind nymphs. Now, Sol was melting the gold into a bubbling puddle. On instinct he reacted.

Sol was blasted back into Maria causing both girls to collapse on the ground. There was the sound of a painful snap and a cry of pain.

“What is the meaning of this?” The demand came from Chiron who had finally made his way to the commotion.

Jaxon looked with teary eyes at the ruined heirloom in his hand. He had grown up using the blade, dreamed of smiting enemies as dangerous as his father had. It was gone now. Ruined.

Grey knelt beside Sol and Maria. “Are you two alright?”

“Ugh, yeah.” Maria mumbled rubbing her head. She glanced over at Sol only to find the young girl crying and nursing her very broken wrist. “Oh Gods.”

She wasn’t the only one to notice the injury. Grey’s eyes widened and he moved to help her. Andy flew into a rage. He tackled his brother to the ground despite his smaller stature and let his fists fly.

“What is wrong with you? Huh?” His fists stung painfully. “You can’t hurt people like that!”

“Stop!” Jaxon held his arms up to protect his face. “Andy, stop!”

The younger boy was thrown off with a buck of Jaxon’s hips. Jaxon wrapped his arms around Andy holding him still.

“Get off of me!” Andy yelled, squirming violently.

The commotion ended only when each of the demigods was dragged to the infirmary.

— — —

“I have no idea what’s gotten into all of you but you need to figure it out.” Jason stood with his arms crossed looking at each of the kids who sat nursing injuries. Grey was the only one completely unscathed.

“You cannot go around trying to kill each other! That’s not okay!” Annabeth who had also been selected to give the lecture pinched the bridge of her nose.

“I didn’t do anything.” Andy protested.

“You pummeled your brother.” Jason glowered. Andy opened his mouth to reply but Jason held up a hand. “Andy Clay Grace, do not argue.”

“So what’s the punishment?” Grey asked glumly.

“You’re all staying here until you sort it out. No leaving or going home.” Jason determined.

“That’s not fair!” Maria cried.

“Some of you can go home, Grey, Sol. You are both allowed to leave.” Neither of them made a move. “Or you can stay here if you wish.”

“Figure it out.” Annabeth shrugged. “It’s that simple. There’s no unity in anything if infighting this bad exists.”

— — —

And so they were left there to solve their problems. Maria selected her own little corner of the infirmary and claimed it her own. Jaxon did the same.

“Let me see it.” Grey knelt in front of the bed Sol sat on and gently took her bandaged wrist. “It should heal relatively well, maybe a bit of physical therapy will be needed, and no forge for some time.”

“Your dad said all of that already.” Sol mumbled. Sniffling she wiped her nose on her sleeve.

“Well, I learned from the best.” Grey stood and ruffled her hair. “I’ll be back. I’m going to get cleaned up.”

“Was it wrong to punch him?” Sol startled at Andy’s remark. He’d been so quiet she had hardly noticed him there.

“Yeah.” Sol nodded. Andy’s head was bowed and his bottom lip began to tremble.

“I just got mad. I didn’t mean to hurt him that bad but-I don’t like him when he’s like this.” Andy hardly cried and so Sol was left with a brief moment of surprise. She wasn’t sure what to do. She’d never been the best at comforting someone.

“Hey, don’t cry.” Sol gave a light punch to his arm with her good hand. “People mess up.”

“Yeah, but a good brother doesn’t punch his sibling.” Andy sniffled.

“A good brother also doesn’t push his sibling.” Sol slung her arm around Andy’s shoulders. He didn’t say anything else after resting his head on her shoulder. She let him cry and pretended not to notice for his sake.

— — —

Jaxon sat staring at the deformed blade. He couldn’t believe it. He wanted to cry. With an angered grunt he chucked it across the room where it clattered to the floor. “Stupid.”

Maria glanced in his direction and felt a tiny amount of sympathy for him. She did know how much the weapon meant to him. “Your dad won’t be mad you know.”

“Yeah right.” Jaxon huffed.

“He’s not that big of an ass.” Maria noted dryly. The conversation ended quickly and the infirmary was bathed in a permanent silence. Slowly the demigods began to drift off to sleep and the silence would remain until the morning.