#ADHD Land

[elainsweetcobalt]

So my friend @nitecourtfairytail and I have been talking for hours and we found this.

This is from ACOWAR.

Why does Feyre want to know what Azriel thinks of Lucien? Not that he finds out or that he knows.

It specifically says "What Azriel thinks of him" 🤔🤔 If only we could find out what Azriel thinks of this situation, wait... wait we actually know.

Azriel scowled. “I think Lucien will never be good enough for her, and she has no interest in him, anyway.”

It almost seems that SJM is trying to tell us something, but well I guess everything is open to interpretation and this is ours.

[sungreen-lemongrass]

[futurebritishgentleman]

a couple of black cats that just want to gather sweets to appease a demon in order to get their parents back 🐱

[shootingstarwritings]

"Old Men are Cute"

Maria was a young woman with an obsession to two things: cute things and the occult. Combined with a particular knack with spells, she was an entertaining member of her university’s underground witch club. Those lacking the innate talent relied on her to cast a spell on them to live out their fantasies. Her seniors would often laugh and enjoy the little misadventures Maria would tell to the club. “It’s another tale of the witch Maria, cuteness maestro,” she would sometimes proclaim before launching into another tale.

The title had little competition as all of Maria’s club members agreed that her definition of “cute,” was as eccentric as she was. “Old men,” she had responded when asked about her type of guy. “They’re the cutest. By far.”

It was due to that talent and unique mind-set that her friend, Frankie, would figure she would put the new spell he had found to good use. “Astral… projection?” she read out loud. Frankie had come bursting into her room, brandishing the sheet and babbling away far too quickly for her to understand. “Frankie, dear, what’s this new spell you got cooking?”

“Found it in my granny’s old stuff,” he said, a sassy hand on his hip. “Think a freak like you can handle it? Seems difficult to pull off.”

“Spells, dick, our landlord, I can handle anything,” Maria said, her chest puffed up with pride. The two looked it over for a while, exchanging notes as they tried to translate the runes. Handling the weathered page was difficult, but after a few hours and a tea break later, they finally had a firm grasp of the spell.

“Phew! Girl, are you sure you’re gonna be able to handle something like that?” Frankie asked her.

“Yeah, of course! Stuff like this is really useful. Like, body swapping into hot guys and jerking off is fun, but it’s difficult to handle because there’s always a straight guy just going, ‘Nah bitch, give me back my body. Hate this lower back pain and mentally ill brain.’” She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I know that my boobs aren’t big, but c’mon! Just enjoy the ride. And shapeshifting is also tricky. Boys don’t like it when they suddenly have a long-lost twin trying to pick up guys at the club.”

Frankie sighed. “You really are a freak on a whole ‘nother level. Well, I can keep an eye on your body and cast a spell to make sure it’s nice and healthy until you come back.”

Maria grinned. “Thanks, bestie. You always know exactly what to say.”

“But you gotta cover my rent for the month.”

Maria’s smile dropped, but she still agreed. Taking a deep breath, she allowed her mana to gather. The room darkened as the very light in the space she occupied gathered around her. She raised her hand and grasped an object that came to existence in that very instance.

“A bottle…?” wondered Frankie. Magic always took on the eccentricities of their caster. What exactly was Maria doing…?

Maria twisted the cap and slowly pulled it out. Frankie let out an aggravated sigh as he saw the plastic bubble wand in her hands. Maria, unperturbed at her rude audience, took a deep breath and blew through the hole. A barrage of bright pink bubbles flew through the air, heading straight for a closed window.

Before Frankie could think of opening it, the wave of bubbles phased through the glass. Meanwhile, Maria’s body grew limp before finally collapsing onto her bed. To any oblivious party, she appeared fast asleep.

“Well, guess I get a quiet afternoon,” said Frankie as he prepared to cast a few protective wards on Maria’s body.

Meanwhile, Maria’s soul flew through the air like a pack of hot-pink, hungry locusts. She had the perfect target in mind for her little playtime. Her literature professor, Mr. Jeong, was a stoic, well-dressed, and masculine hunk of a man. That’s why he made the perfect guy to invade first. With Maria in the wheel, she could bring out a sort of ‘contrast,’ that only men like him could pull of.

Mr. Jeong’s office hours were just about to wrap up, so Maria flew towards his office. People looked up and stared at the mass of bubbles that somehow knew where they were going, but Maria merely drank up the attention. All they could do was look up and stare as Maria soared without wings. Much of her life was spent as as a ‘have-not,’ but with magic she would become a ‘have-it-all.’ That was her promise to herself, and she intended to keep it.

As expected, Mr. Jeong was wearing another dull suit and a boring pair of slacks on a Friday afternoon. He was too busy sitting by his desk, scrolling through essays from his students to notice Maria’s myriad of bubbles staring at him through the window. ‘You’re mine, Mr. Hunk!’ thought Maria as she flew through the window. To experiment, she allowed just one bubble to phase through his back.

Mr. Jeong’s body tightened and shivered. His hips jerked forward, almost propelling him off his chair. For Maria, she could feel just a bit of Mr. Jeong’s weighty form. Her experiment was over. Now it was time for the real thing. Maria’s bubbles all surged forward and slammed into Mr. Jeong’s back and ass. Mr. Jeong let out a high-pitched moan as waves of pleasure surged from his back and focused on his ass and dick. “Argh…! Ah! Ahhh…!” His back arched into a C as Maria’s soul ruthlessly pounded and flowed into him. “N-No…” He gripped the armrests on his chair and tried to lift himself up, but there was little he could do as Maria’s essence flooded and overwhelmed his on. His fat ass slammed onto his chair as his whole body convulsed. Soon, his eyes shut and his body relaxed.

Maria let out a moan with Mr. Jeong’s deep voice as she stretched her stolen body. “Oh yeah…” she whispered to herself, smirking as she ran calloused hands down the tight and thick thighs hidden beneath the boring slacks. She took out his phone, relying on the face recognition to unlock it, and turned the camera on. She pused his lips, smirked, and stuck his tongue out with his eyes staring up at the ceiling. With each out of character face, she made sure to take a selfie and send it to her own number. She needed to make sure she had proof to show the club of her little escapade.

Satisfied, Maria pocketed the phone and began to run her hands down the nice, hunky chest. “Now what should we do, Mr. Jeong? It’s Friday, your office hours are up, and we got all weekend to show the campus another side of you.”

A few hours later, Maria browsed Mr. Jeong’s phone once more as she leaned back into his old recliner. She searched for the latest picture she had taken of his body and sent it to Frankie.

It took only a few seconds for the phone to start blowing up with messages containing nothing but nonsense. Then, she received a phone call.

“Are you crazy?!” Frankie yelled from the other line. “What about his private life? Are you gonna just ruin it all?”

Chuckling, Maria said, “Relax, bestie. I got it covered. His girlfriend’s out for the weekend, so it’s just me, this DILF bod, and the four walls I’m gonna stain with his old man cum. Maybe I’ll even stain his brand new Hello Kitty slippers that I bought with,” she clicked her tongue as she patted the fat wallet in her pocket, “all of his credit cards.”

“I dunno. Still seems kinda risky…”

Ugh, how annoying. Frankie always got nervous ever since he had nearly turned his father into a vegetable while rewriting his memories. Even after Maria had fixed up the spell and even made Frankie’s dad a little bit more bisexual as a treat! However, Maria knew every single chink in Frankie’s armor.

Taking a deep breath, Maria leaned back on the recliner and let out a guttural moan. To add to it, she made sure to spread her powerful legs.

“Uh, um, uh… w-well…”

“And get this, Frankie,” Maria chuckled as she put the cherry on top. “Y’know when you were guessing just how much this body was packing?” She patted Mr. Jeong’s crotch, grinning madly as his cock began to swell and even leak. “You underestimated him.”

“...I’ll be right over.”

[pastafossa]

Little late cause busy day but happy birthday to Matt Murdock, the man who has:

Inspired me so much I wrote a fic longer than War and Peace

Made me so determined to write the above that I created an outline and I hate outlining, yet now I know it works, thanks for the self help baby

Made me hyperfixate on a character for longer than I knew I could actually achieve, I think we're basically common law married now in ADHD terms

Literally helped me make friends with all ya'll

Helped me get through a dark period

On a lighter note, awakened my love of That Ass cause DAMN

Introduced me to that smokin red black color scheme

Introduced a great many of us to the greatest cinematographic religious symbolism shots of any show ever

Taught me a great deal about fight scenes

Reminded us all that black is always sexy

May be why I get published one day

I will ALWAYS love this man, and may I make these posts for many years to come, may I one day be an old lady shouting on a front porch at passersby that it's Matt's birthday and people assume I'm talking about a real person until I shout about Daredevil, and may Matt in whatever parallel universe he exists in have a birthday that's actually FUN and not one that's tragic and full of sad martyr-y darkness.

[stealthetrees]

Y’all please tell me I’m not the only one that believes that coke is not allowed in camp half blood because if the Hermes kids where not given enrichment than they would end up stealing literally everything that’s not nailed down

[welcometobendyland]

OOC: is this blog dead? yeah a bit. The demons are sleepy. Give them time to wake up

[sciderman]

amazing spider-man #95

[mushroomsie224]

So I reread The Wishing Spell by Chris Colfer a while back. I don't think I made a post about it, but uh. I am now.

While I do have a few issues with the book (which I shall not discuss now), I do love the main characters (Alex and Conner) a lot. I identify with both of them in many ways. In fact, I used to be a lot like Alex! Maybe too much like her? I was a bookworm and I always liked to please the teachers (although I did also rebel at times...in very weird ways). I still am a lot like her, ESPECIALLY with how much trouble I have with making friends (although I do have them—unlike Alex).

However, while rereading, I realised I also related to Conner! I have trouble concentrating in class and keep falling asleep. Ouch. I have a similar sense of humour to him (kinda). I also like writing stories like Conner (although I'm not really writing any these days, and that's partly because of my perfectionist tendencies...aha). Oh, and the fact that he has trouble listening in general. That's...literally me? And it's also why I don't fare well in social situations. Sigh.

Also. The scene where Alex is talking to Conner about her day, while Conner is trying to listen because he knows Alex has no one else to talk to? That scene was SO relatable. I don't know if my friends are only pretending to listen to me or what, but I really appreciate them. And I try to listen to them when they want to talk about something they like too.

I have yet to reread the rest of these books and I hope to do so eventually. It was nice to revisit this one, since I do have particular memories attached to it from the first time I read it.

(Random fun fact: I got the idea for my OC Connor's name from this book. I did change the spelling because of personal preferences but eh.)

[elainsweetcobalt]

Sunshine ‘What if?’

In ACOWAR, when Nesta asks elain what she needs, Elain replies “Sunshine.”

That reminded us of someone else who may have wished for ‘sunshine’

A frightened child, alone, unprotected, who had no one to defend him, had to live in a dark place that they think was what he missed the most? Maybe see his mother and that hour of daylight.

What if when the Illyrian warriors saved Azriel one of them asked Azriel.

-"What can I get you, kid?"

And Azriel just answered "sunshine" 🥺😭

This post was written in conjunction with my best friend💖 @nitecourtfairytail (We can probably do a series with our docs haha)

[sweet-cuddlebug]

That last headcanos post took me WEEKS to finish, mainly because I'm procrastinating on finishing my character redesigns (13 cards) and at the same time I was doing 10 other things (which I also didn't finish), so... here's something I DID finished

I love these two A NORMAL AMOUNT and I'm definitely not projecting myself, and they definitely do not own each one of my thoughts, and I'm totally fucking fine with the way the fandom has them characterized (and it doesn't bother me at all that we actually have so little information to work with), and they definitely don't keep me up at night wishing that deep platonic relationships were taken more seriously.

[jeff-the-landshark]

[Pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat] good boy

mrrrrrrrrrrr 🥰

[wanderingmind867]

I really don't see a big difference between friendship/platonic feelings and romantic feelings. Maybe that's just because I have no real friends in real life besides my dad (plus i've never really felt romance irl either), but i still think it's worth arguing my case for them being almost identical. So here's my case, as presented in the paragraphs below:

The same qualities you'd want in a friend are the qualities you'd want in a love interest, i think. Kind, tolerant of your flaws, able to make you feel better, cares about you, helps you when you're stressed, etc. These are the exact same attributes, so friendship and romance clearly have a lot in common. Their differences are downright miniscule when compared to their similarities. I honestly think one is just an evolution of the other. To have a good romance or whatever, you need a base of pure friendship first. This means that they're pretty much the same thing. It's not like sexual attraction, which is clearly different. No, romantic and platonic are two sides of the same coin, and they're more similar than everyone seems to think.

[g0blin-interrupted]

*Literally not a single thing happening*

My Brain:

[freakwiththeknifecollection]

When you have adhd and someone asks you "Why did you do that?" Like, what makes you think I know why I did that

[crowrelli]

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