#ADHD energy bob

[chaotic-starlight24]

Hear me out on this guys

In middle school Bob was actually the most energetic gremlin of a child

Like ofc he was refined sometimes for the sake of his parents

But around his buddies bro was actually insane

I feel like he kinda gives Tommy Innit energy, and then Randy was the chill friend who put up a little too much with him

ALSO, Randy was always the taller one and Bob didn’t grow till about late 8th grade-early 9th grade but that didn’t stop him from doing anything

[ferfbish]

What your spooky month pfp says about you!

all my muts @mayisgoingnuts @bulldog-geckorahhhhh @candyclazzyashton @0pumpkinpie @lolipoptheclown @roy-shenanigans whoooo!

(note im not a expert on people and why they like things so if you cant relate to some of these go talk to god or something idk) (one more thing no images cuz my computer sucks and it takes forever)

kevin: overworked, overstimulated, underpaid, GAY next

skid: you are a being of complete destruction for no reason other than ''I can and I will'' and the ADHD of the two.

pump: you also are a being of conplete destruction for no reason other than ''I can and I will" you also dont have autism you have ''awwwtisum''.

happy fella: you took that ''imma little trash rat'' to heart and i love you for that.

bob: you either like him cuz hes you energy or your that ''i wanna fuck your beekeeping dad" meme.

lila: you are the mom of the group or you wish your mom was like her.

father gregor: im forced to think your also a gf fan cuz ant no way your not a MASSIVE yoai shipper also 85% chance your a mad gilf lover.

skids dad: you prob started a cult on discord when you were 12 for funnsies.

moluch: you kin him cuz you got mad anger issues you also are that ''i eat kids'' meme.

roy: your 90% of sm fans you most definitely got that cartman swagg and im willing to bet you say something like ''i will cry scream and through up in that order if xyandz doesn't happen'' same babe same.

ross: you took the one guy with the least voice lines out of anybody and went like ''i love him i love him so much''.

robert: your cool and better than them all. * cough cough awwwtisum

streber: ok i went over this list like 30 times in my head and all i could think is yaoi shipper cuz like he looks cool, he likes Halloween, hes gay and he got de armed those first three things ARE LITTERLY ALL OF US.

frank: stop now bad no STOP SIMMPING HE KIDNAPPS CHILDREN BAD NO.

the clown: clownergy.

john: yaoi shipper but depressed.

jack: basic sorry.

dexter: dog person, autistic.

patty: depressed also youd be like the bill has a gun meme if you had a gun. *cough cough lesbian

candy dealer: you dissapoint me like HES JUST A FUCKING HAT YOU ARE SIMPING FOR A FUCKING HAT????????????????.

juan: you like lesbians, as you should as you should.

radford: you like one of the better ships, idk he cool.

roys mom: you looked at the 20sec she was on screen and went like "i mean shes an asshole but DAMM IS SHE FINE" which same my pfp would be her if i didint like robert more.

the guy who keeps quitting his job (i forgor his name): you gave up before you even started: hes one of the smarter ones tbh bro went like ''im not gonna get murderd over a shitty underpaying candy job fuck this".

alright thats all i could think of. if i missed any let me know and i might make a part two. i hope some of you are offended i want all the smoke losers.

[tothebestofmyabilities]

@seemoreseymoursbay day 3! OC day

So in the episode 'Bad Tina' Zeke mentions that his dads girlfriend just had a baby, assuming that the dads gf he talks about in early seasons is Cheryl his step mom and that the father of that baby is Zekes dad we can also assume that Zeke has a very young half sibling. And I did go ahead and assume all those things so this is Zekes baby sister Cherish (Cherry for short).

Used the prompt wonder wharf

Im gonna talk some more about her under the cut bc im sure that will devolve into infodumping zeke lore/headcanons and i dont want anyone to get stuck scrolling past a wall of text

Interestingly she's the only oc i have that's part of a different piece of media rather than one of my own projects.

She's a spunky little toddler for sure she's always got tons of energy, she's extremely confident and fearless constantly running off when she sees something that excites her or to ask strangers questions. She has a big sweet tooth but also loves spicy foods, off the top of my head I don't think its been discussed in canon where Zeke is from originally but recently I've been thinking of him and his bio mom as being from louisiana (projection on my part my mom is from louisiana and bc I like Zeke as a chef and the food there is soo good) I love the idea that his mom taught him to cook the local dishes and that he makes them for Cherry. She dresses in a chaotic mix of her own love of bright, clashing rainbow colors and dingey hand-me-downs from Zekes childhood and from their other cousins. I definitely think Zeke has adhd and Cherry does as well.

I tend to draw her/think of her around age 2 1/2- 3 (so when zeke is 16ish) but in canon time she'd still be a newborn. I love the idea of Zeke with a young sibling he's portrayed in the show as being super caring, protective of and loyal to the people be cares about, and good with younger kids all of which read as big brother qualities to me and he's also mentioned wanting siblings hes closer too. (He mentioned having a 44 year old brother in Presto Tina-o but also has said his bio mom was pregnant with him at her prom which is probably just a continuity error with his throway lines but taken at face value makes his dad out to be a gross old creep which is my personal headcanon idk if there's anyone out there who are big fans of Zeke's dad and step mom but my headcanons do not paint them in a nice light so beware of that)

Based on pretty much everything Zeke has ever said about his family I get the impression that the adults in his life are pretty neglectful and irresponsible and definitely not super present (he rarely ever speaks about his dad I hc him having a job that keeps him away from the family most of the time probably something like trucking and Zeke has mentioned Cheryl being an alcoholic I also hc her as much younger than the dad maybe she's a bartender? I definitely see her having a nightlife kind of job also for reference picture her as a redhead with blue eyes and a lot of tattoos that's where cherry gets her eyes and freckles)

I believe with Cherry a lot of parenting responsibilities would be placed on Zeke and while i think he has qualities that are really well suited to that the parentification of an older sibling is not ok and would negatively impact him, I like the idea of him applying for a job at Bob's Burgers bc he needs a more stable way to provide financially than doing odd jobs around town and not only getting a job but also getting a support system and adults who care about him and his sister and their wellbeing. I think Bob would take Zeke under his wing and help him make himself and his education a priority (the belchers helping out with Cherry when they can so he can focus more on school and extra curriculars) and help him get into a culinary school after graduation. Linda would fall completely in love with her (we know how much she loves babies) and basically treat Cherry like she's her own grandbaby. They all babysit her when needed but Louise is her favorite babysitter and maybe person also she really looks up to Louise and likes to imitate her fashion style and the way she speaks, Louise would pretend that this annoys her but not so secretly finds it adorable.

Anyways clearly i could go on and on but ill just cut myself off there hope y'all like her!

[pomegranate-jewitchery]

I was trying to find something like this to just look at and see the responses, and I couldn't find any, so I decided to create one.

Witchcraft Ask Tag

How long have you been practicing?

I have been practicing for about 6-7 years now, kind of off an on as my adhd takes me from one place to the next.

How would you describe your practice?

Its a mix of kitchen witchcraft, green witchcraft, and my jewish religious practice and culture all together. I have also called it hearth craft to a couple friends since my practice is based in my household and home, ie what can I do to improve the quality of the lives within my home.

What tools do you use in your practice?

I have a mortar and pestle, thats sooo necessary imo. And all my kitchen utensils as well. I just have a lot of bits and bobs that are used.

What kind of divination is your go to?

Bone throwing! though I have recently tried crystal throwing and that is pretty cool too.

Where do you think your practice falls on the low energy to high energy scale?

I would say medium, and at times high.

What are your favorite resource(s) in witchcraft? (books, youtube, podcast, etc.)

I am gonna say Jewitches in my favorite resource for all my jewitchery needs.

For general witchcraft HearthWitch & ChaoticWitchAunt on youtube have to be my favs.

How cycle oriented in your practice?

Very! Thats because Judasim is a very cycle oriented religion due to the calendar being sol-lunar, and every week I renew things once more on shabbat.

How does nature play a role in your practice if at all?

A lot! being out in nature is very important to me, and my plants are a reflection of mine and my households health.

What is your witchcraft hot take?

Stop calling non-jewish holidays sabbats! You are appropriating if you do.

(link to a nice tumblr post that describes my feelings on this a lot better than I can)

What is the weirdest thing to happen to you via your practice?

I had a prophetic dream that predicted the end of one of my long term friendships.

What is the best thing to happen to you via your practice?

Making new friends and joining a community of like minded people. I am so happy to have met the people I have!

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I am going to @salixsociety, @will-o-the-witch, @hiddenhearthwitch, @magickkate, @broomsick, @thegraveyardwitch, @thewitchesgrove and anyone else who wants to do it! Feel free to share as much or as little as you would like, and don't forget to pass it on!

edited 7/5/24: trying to fix some of the tags and added another

[fallenrocket]

I'm starting to realize that my favorite thing about shows with Big Neurodivergent Energy isn't just the abundance of ND-coded characters (for me personally, it's about autism and ADHD, but I imagine this would hold true for other forms of neurodivergence as well.) It's not just falling in love with characters who embody traits I see in myself, and it's not just seeing much more diversity and variation than we're normally taught that ND folks can look like. I mean, yes, it's all those things, but it goes even further than that.

My favorite thing about shows with Big Neurodivergent Energy is that it shows these characters being embraced and affirmed by a community. It's looking at these characters who feel a little like me and seeing them be valued for who they are. It's watching Ed adore the qualities in Stede that most people think are weird. It's watching the whole Parks and Rec crew rally behind Leslie because they care about her, even if they don't really care about the thing she's crusading for. It's watching the Community study group go all out putting together their Pulp Fiction costumes for Abed's birthday. It's watching Roy call Trent "a fucking dork" and hearing Ted answer, "Yeah, but he's our dork." It's watching the rest of the Belchers make room for Bob to lovingly talk to the turkey, even if they don't get it themselves.

With every line, it's watching a show say, "Your people are out there, and you can find them."

[tomb-the-mod]

INTRO POST

GOD. DAMN. IT FEELS GOOD TO GET OUT OF THOSE BRACKETS, They've been holding me down but NOT ANYMORE. FINALLY.

Greetings! I'm Tomb, you know me from Bob, Hammer, Icee, and a few others.

A couple of things about me

drunk mode

I'm stupid, not like bad stupid, good stupid. I have adhd and a bit of autism since I hit my head on rocks alot in elementary school, yknow, like a norm. So I tend to not really understand what's going on if too much is happening at once, going to fast, or I'm just not very caught up from doing something so expect me to ask alot of questions

I have ADHD and Tourrettes Syndrome, basically meaning I twitch alot make noise which isn't really a problem here on Tumblr, but in case you find me irl somehow then I will do random stuff, also also it causes me to get random bursts of energy out of nowhere so some days I'll be out of and other days I'll be super affectionate and whatever, you'll see it when it happens :3

I am VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY (You get the point) GAY which also means I SIMP ALOT , so I'm VERY open talking about silly goobers with you :333 (BUT DO NOTE THIS, Like yee ol fashioned "people", I DO NOT LIKE IRL STUFF/S-X/PEOPLE WHATEVER, If its FICTIONAL and its ART and its FANFICS then im okay with that, voice actors I'm kinda alright with its just kinda, not really like, a big fan. Straight up actors or people, I just kinda know them and thats about it.

I. CRAVE. ART.

Nothing more needs to be said here /silly

I think that's all I can really think of here, check this a bit often to make sure I added things because I will think about them later and add them here.

PLAY WITH ME!! I NEED GAMER FRIENDS!!

(Yes I know these are all the same so what)

Steam: Blademaster1407

Roblox: Blade_I8 (Display: Blade)

VR: Blademaster_1407

Minecraft (This is the main one): OnlyBlade_

Discord (also main): Bob da ghost

I mainly play games like Csgo, minecraft, dayZ, pz, Roblox, and some more :33

Credits to @/mod-autumn for the art of my mod sona (litterly just my roblox avatar lmfao) and @/yunfox00 for the pfp :3333

IMPORTANT TAG: #Tomby

This tag is things that AREN'T reblogs of random stuff I find on my dashboard, if you want actual conversations, use this tag on my blog :33

[yourlocalsonia2]

My shitty headcanons for Nicktoons unite

Drumroll please 🥁🥁🥁🥁

Jimmy Neutron

When the group first met, he was 13

His is currently 16 and the second youngest

he's also 5'7

He was kind of a bitch for most of their first adventure, but eventually became nicer to the group

His full name is James issac Neutron

there was a time when he convinced the group into thinking his last name was Newton but someone misspelled his name on his birth certificate

when he was 14 he gave himself cybernetic implants just in case he was ever in an emergency +he didn't tell anyone (this is inspired by choraa)

sometimes when he is alone he'll use the arms/implants doc ock style

the longest time he slept was 1 hour, 58 minutes and 26 seconds

he basically lives off of energy drinks and shit

he also is anemic (iron deficient) and he doesn't know

there are a lot of times when he doesn't have his ice cream looking hairstyle bc he doesn't have time to do it, or he'll just forget

after becoming friends with Nicktoons, he became a better person and treated Carl decently and people were scared (including Carl)

his main weapon is his inventions (think of whatever)

he knows 10+ languages (English. French, Spanish, German, Mandarin, Greek, Latin, Italian, Swedish and Dutch) and a few alien languages

he's gay and he thought he liked Cindy

even though he did date Cindy for a while, he did break up with her bc their relationship was falling apart (they were literally never meant to be. THEIR RELATIONSHIP WAS GOING TO FAIL AT SOME POINT. THE BOAT WILL SINK)

Timmy Turner

Watch out y'all, I don't know shit about the Fairly Oddparents lore

His full name is Timothy Thomas Turner (haha t.t.t)

he is the shortest and the youngest of the group

he met the group when he was 12

he is currently 15 and 5'6 and a 1/2

he kinda thinks of Cosmo and Wanda as his parents and not just God parents

he is poof's older brother

he has a normal sleep schedule but he is also narcoleptic

he has ADHD and doesn't take his meds out of spite (no one knows why lmao)

he is trans (ftm)

he is bisexual with a preference for men

he may or may not have had a crush on all the members (he got over all of them except for Jimmy)

his main weapon is gun(s) both Wanda and cosmo are guns (DUEL GUNS)

his other weapon would be a bat with nails

he has a hard time with schoolwork and is really stressed about school

he has a few scars on his body from Vicky

he LOVES sugar

he enjoys using pet names on people (specifically Jimmy) to get them annoyed or embarrassed

Daniel Fenton / Danny Phantom

He is the second oldest and second tallest

he is currently 17 and 5'7

he was 14 when they first met

when the group first got together, he tried to hide Phantom's identity from them until SpongeBob told him that he knows

he can be very nice then very threatening in a snap

he tries not to sleep bc he has a lot of nightmares from his adventures

he is probably the most powerful in the group

him and SpongeBob have the ideal friendship

he makes a lot of puns and stupid references

he has anxiety

he has panic attacks not that often and it's kinda alarming for the rest of the group

he is a bit self sacrificial bc he is already half-dead

ON THE TOPIC OF HALF DEAD- he is not affected by stab wounds

his blood is green

he is planning for a day when Jimmy and Tucker meet up and they can be "science-y" together

he didn't tell anyone in his universe about his time with Nicktoons, one day they did come to see him and everyone was confused

he is very protective over the people he loves

there will be times where he'll throw up or have green goo leak from his eyes (tgs Henry Jekyll style)

his family is his parents, Jazz, Daniel (future him) and Dani (younger female clone)

SpongeBob / Bob

He is the oldest at 25

he first met them when he was 19

aroace king over here

He is a shapeshifter.

His main two forms are his normal self (sponge) and his human form

he first met the group as a sponge and didn't tell them about his abilities and they found out bc one day he accidentally turned into a human in front of them and their reactions went like this

Jimmy: *shocked, wide eyed*

Timmy: *gaw dropped, flabbergasted*

Danny: oh my god....YOU GREW, SPONGEBOB!!

After that he would spend more time as a human

he is 5'9 as a human and 4'5 as a sponge

he has the fucking hammer as his weapon bc why not

he is "glue" of the group and kinda the mom too

he is strongest in the physical strength category (he's the type of guy to hug you but then pick you up and spin you like a parent would to a baby"

he is actually a good therapist and helping the others

he'll help Danny after or during his panic attacks, he will make Jimmy sleep for once and sometimes hide his energy drinks, he'll try his best to help Timmy with his schoolwork

he is a great cook and will make for the gang

he is overworked and underpaid (I love Mr. Krabs but please pay your workers the money they deserve)

he has ADHD and autism

he pays really good attention to the others and knows there's something worth in a snap (like if Danny had a nightmare the night before, SpongeBob will know the next morning bc of how Danny acts)

Shared

They've all seen the horrors

found family found family found family found family

they've all had a crush on at least one other member (not spongebob tho)

during meals someone will tell stories of what happened in their world

they all split up after volcano island (they got back together bc of the third and fourth game) also it was still the main four during the other games (no extra side characters)

they had a split for a few years but SB brought them back together

they have this set of rules for their house

the house is in Jimmy's universe btw

Danny and Timmy both unironically got "shoo whap shoo whap ain't no lovin' my man" stuck in their heads

Jimmy's parents adore the group (not even knowing they are from other universes)

Timmy unironically calls Shirley his son and Jimmy caught on (SB and Danny are honorary uncles)

[breelandwalker]

Going to preface this by saying that this is something that has helped ME, MYSELF, AS A SINGULAR PERSON, and is not meant to be a blanket recommendation or a broader truth or any kind of medical advice. I am also not looking for advice of any kind.

I have a hard time finding the mental and physical spoons to exercise. I have a day job that requires me to be sedentary, a side hustle that requires a lot of mental energy, and way too much housework and home repair stuff to deal with. All this plus ADHD. Between the battle with executive dysfunction and the energy needed to get through all my Have-To's, adding one more thing to my weekly routine or making time to go to the gym is just not an option.

But at the same time, I've got 40,000 miles on this chassis and a history of health problems in the family, so I need to be taking care of myself.

So what I've started doing is adding little bodyweight exercises to my day while I'm at work. If I'm sitting, it's arm circles or leg raises a few times an hour. If I get up for something, it's squats or wall presses. If it's lunchtime, it's a lap around the building. All stuff that gets me moving, engages muscles that aren't getting used enough, and can be done quickly more or less anywhere.

I've managed to turn this into a habit using an app, alongside reducing the sodium in my diet and eating more fruit, and I'm starting to feel less tired and more limber. I still have trouble with fatigue sometimes, but this routine change does seem to be sticking, which is a big win for me. Plus I don't have to waste money on gym fees and then feel bad when I'm too tired to actually go and use the equipment.

It's no picnic hitting your forties and realizing you have to start paying serious attention to all your bits and bobs because the warranty is DEFINITELY expired by now and you can't just ignore your blood pressure anymore, especially because three bouts of COVID have done a number on your heart and lungs. While I'm not going to turn into a fitness model or pick up jogging anytime soon, it sure was nice to go to a LARP event and not feel winded after combat.

Turning 40 ain't easy. But it damn sure beats the alternative.

[gabby-i-guess]

I love working at a workplace that is neurodiversity-friendly

Yesterday I spent a good 45 min doing my work while listening to music and stimming hardcore (which, for me, means mouthing all the words, bobbing/dancing along, and doing all the appropriate facial expressions) and literally not a single person in the office even looked at me weirdly. Just let me get on with it and appease the gremlins in my brain.

I also have a footstool/cross-leg seat thing and almost always sit in weird-ass positions when I'm focusing - the most comment I've got on it is "you always look so goddamn comfy, I'm jealous".

Also, absolutely no one questions me when I spend hours at a time doing something completely unrelated to work, bc they know I get my work done and go above and beyond when I have the energy. That's how ADHD brains often work - we work in fits and bursts and rolling with it is a lot more productive than forcing ourselves to work consistently.

I'm ✨thriving✨ here

[theloversarcana]

Random Ann headcanons because I’m bored

♡An absolute menace while driving, please don’t put her behind the wheel

♡(She has a lot of road rage and is pretty reckless when it comes to driving)

♡Is very scared of ghosts but Shiho keeps trying to get her to use a ouija board in old abandoned buildings

♡Has breakdowns often and can immediately be calmed down by the promise of Ben&Jerrys Phish Food ice cream

♡On that note, is a massive crybaby

♡Beautiful Princess Disorder (ifykyk)

♡Has to wear fake eyelashes 24/7 and feels naked without them

♡When she has enough energy to do makeup but not enough to do a full face her essentials are: winged eyeliner, fake lashes+mascara, blush, a red lip and her fav Fenty highlighter (Diamond Bomb in Rosé Rave)

♡Her parents are rich and she has expensive taste in most things, constantly tries to give her friends money and buy them things but they always refuse

♡(As she gets older her parents slowly stop sending her money and she has to learn to fend for herself)

♡Flips back and forth between “I am the most beautiful person in the world” and “I am so ugly I hate myself and I want to break every mirror in my house” very often

♡Has an absurdly large collection of candles

♡Is very indecisive (and picky) about her signature fragrance. Has tried many, many perfumes but still hasn’t found the perfect one so she smells different almost every day

♡Really bad ADHD, has medication but always forgets to take it

♡Her absolute fav color is red and she has to have everything in red. Pink is second but red will always be #1

♡Sanrio girlie through and through

♡Loves binging shitty reality tv shows like Too Hot to Handle, Jersey Shore, Say Yes to the Dress, and any Gordon Ramsey shows

♡Her guilty pleasure food is Chik-Fil-A (pretending Japan has it)

♡Her main music taste is 2000s-2010s pop (Ke$ha, Britney Spears, etc) but has a very large variety of music she likes

♡Her go-to breakdown song is What Was I Made For? by Billie Eilish (also she cried at least 4 times during the Barbie movie)

♡Shiho loves going to antique stores and trying to buy cursed objects which upsets Ann GREATLY

♡(A real interaction that happened) Shiho: *holding a crowbar* This object has really intense energy.. you think someone murdered someone with it? Ann: DONT YOU DARE THINK ABOUT BUYING THAT

♡Was a Legend of Zelda girlie as a kid and still loves the series. Zelda is one of her biggest kins

♡Mean girls is her favorite movie

♡Is a practicing pagan* with Hecate as her patron goddess

♡*I say practicing lightly because she often completely forgets about it and is terrible at keeping up with holidays, routines, rituals etc

♡Has a drinking problem

♡Vomits incredibly easily, accidentally vomited on Shiho once

♡Listens to true crime podcasts while doing her makeup

♡Uses said true crime podcasts for ideas for her plan in her head to murder Kamoshida and get away with it

♡Besides Zelda her other favorite franchises are Barbie, Studio Ghibli, Sailor Moon and Monster High

♡Ryan Gosling is her celebrity crush and she especially fell in love with him after seeing him as Ken

♡Is definitely dating Shiho but could also be dating Ryuji, Futaba and/or Goro (everyone loves her)

♡She is besties with Akira (though this is very specific characterization of Akira who is transfem and straight)

♡They’re strictly best friends but they have no boundaries. They will take baths together or make out because they’re bored and lonely

♡Had to cut her hair to a bob once because her split ends were getting so bad and she cried for a week

♡Is INCREDIBLY protective of her friends and will drop anything to help them. Has been the shoulder people cried on many, many times

[teyums]

Out of the people you know on here, what do you think they're aesthetics are??

this is such an interesting question 😭 these are just the vibes i get from some of y’all!! not at all saying they’re fact but i love trying to read people lol. halfway through, this stopped being ab aesthetics and became solely based off vibes bc i can’t stay on topic

uhhh @tiredmamaissy gives me boho babe vibes. like very earthy, spiritual energy, chill and down to earth. like a female bob marley. her living in the carribean and having a slight accent kind of solidified this can’t lie but i don’t mean it in like a stereotypical way. her vibe is also sort of intimidating, she oozes confidence but in the good way that just screams dominance (yes this is me confessing my love for you)

@randxmthxughts she seems very put together, and odd observation but i feel like she’s a morning person. wakes up at 7-8am, has a set schedule. minimalist type vibes. possibly a swiftie??

@mightyneteyam not really an aesthetic but i’m like 98% sure we’re fucking twins. the keyboard smashing, i love the way they spam post it resonates so hard and just screams adhd (which i have), we’re def the same person

@sweethoneycn gives me mama bear vibes. like she’ll genuinely take care of you if something is ailing you, calls you “sweetie” or “love”, the type of person to make sure you’re okay. she’s super nice and that might fool some idiot into thinking they can get away w doing some fuckshit but shordy seem like she can whoop ass fr ion want no problems 😭

@theycallmesia definition of sweetheart. she is such a sweetie i feel like she loves hugs and is the type to walk around giving them out. radiates good energy, kind of like joy from inside out

@eitaababe i feel she is 100% a swifite. there’s no way she’s not, her stories always remind me of taylor swift songs and that’s why they’re so fun to read. she also seems like the person who keeps a clean room, like somebody comes in and moves one thing in the wrong place and she’s like um… put that back. now 😭

@justasimps-blog i feel like if Luna looked in my direction I’d probably melt into a puddle. like deadass. also feel like she has an amazing sense of humor and is someone you could laugh with for 4 hours straight and your social battery won’t run out around her

@andraga12 i think she has a very vivid, explorative imagination, was probably the child who was able to keep herself entertained. I’m also convinced she has magic fingers, the way she pumps these stories out at the speed of light? and they’re all good and high quality?? seems like an open-minded person, befriends all different kinds of people and doesn’t have a set friend group because she gets along with everyone v well

@lovemyavatar biggg bookworm. you can tell by the way she writes her stories it’s like someone picked you up and dropped you right into a movie and you’re the main character of it. probably excelled in all her english classes. this was the girl you could not best in a socratic seminar/class book discussion ❗️

[silliest-basilisk]

so i wanna talk about my hcs/interpretations of otto's relationships to the rest of the psychic 7 because im very sane and normal. putting it under the cut cause theres quite a lot of text:

ford - the og boys. they're made for each other in that they're both fucking insane. i hate these freaks /pos. i like the idea of them having met in college. maybe they dated, maybe they didnt. i like both options. ford has 2 hands. i think after lucrecia joined the psychic 7, they startrd drifting apart which only intensified as more people joined and ford was the leader so everyone wanted to hang out with him, leading to him having less and less time for the og :( but i think that even when they dont talk much, they still have that innate comfortableness when being around each other. like. even just doing regular stuff together feels easy & effortless? but also i think they reconnect post-game!!! hooray for friendship!!!

lucrecia - my personal hc is that they met on an exchange trip in high school bc i dont think otto's grulovian, but i honestly also rly like the idea of them being childhood friends. goated hc. but anyway yeah they're also besties sobs…. on the surface, lucrecia is the calm yhat balances out otto's…. ottoness, but once you get to know her better, shes also insane. idk i dont rly have a lot of thoughts to put into words with these 2 but theyre BESTIES!!!!

cassie - they butt heads obviously, but theyre close methinks. i hc that cassie was the first to join the psy7 after the initial trio, so with ford and lucy too busy canoodling, i think they ended up hanging out a lot. i think cassie is good at pulling otto back down to earth when he gets too lost in the sauce and starts overcomplicating things compton - i think compton is truly the one person in the psychic 7 who being with is actually. quiet. calm. whatever. for otto. cause with everyone else its always high energy - even cassie, whos usually the calm, down to earth one of the group who grounds a dynamic, her personality happens to clash with otto's so they bicker a lot. but compton's gentle nature is a good match for those times where the Introversion hits otto. i think parallel play is their primary form of hanging out. also i think they both struggle with sleeping (otto cause adhd and compton cause anxiety) and it's just like an unspoken agreement between them that when one of them cant sleep they can always come talk. ALSO. i hc that compton also has somewhat of a knack for science (he helped build the gpc and astralathe 100%) so theyre scientist with the mind of an artist x artist with the mind of a scientist. amen. i love electric sheep

bob - my hc for them is pretty much the same as the commonly accepted fan interpretation. 10/10, no notes. theyre stoner buddies and i think they may have kissed a little. and maybe even…. no, i shant say. i listen to for forever from dear evan hansen and goodbye ms flower thief while thinking about them and just sit there feeling utterly despondent

helmut - NOW THIS. NOW THIS IS A DYNAMIC I THINK IS UNDERRATED. theyre so. UEEEEGHHHH. i think they're the type of silly goofy friends who joke around all the time. things that wouldn't normally be funny seem hilarious when they're together. SO MANY INSIDE JOKES. just a good time all around. i think helmuts also the first one to notice otto's Mental Problems post pn2. they're just uuueeghhh. its so so important to me how artistically oriented otto is despite being a scientist and helmut is an artist as well!!! so!!!! they're both so deeply creative and thats just everything. to me.

also honourable mention to the otto/helmut/bob trio bc i dont have anything to say about it that i haven't already said for otto/bob and otto/helmut but like i fucking love them as a trio. they're all so like. sensitive to the world. and creative. YEAH. good fucking trio i love this trio

[herschelkrustofsky]

@artictea asked me about my krusty hcs and i might’ve… gotten a little carried away LOL. autistic rambling about my perception of a cartoon man under the cut

- he’s 6’0 and weighs 235 lbs… big boy

- he comes from a family of ukranian immigrants and used to live in lower east side manhattan. he and his dad moved to springfield when he was about 12

- his mom, rachel, died when he was 7

- he’s a leo and a closeted bisexual

- he was born in 1955, putting him in his mid 30s to early 40s during the nineties when the show is originally set… he’s around the same age as homer & marge and was a young man when hyman kicked him out of the house

- has been in the spotlight since roughly the early 1970s, working his way to the top (will have to speculate more on the specifics of this Soon)

- he has both autism and adhd but his adhd is a lot more obvious; he and bart have this in common

- i personally disagree with the show’s diagnosis of him as bipolar… i believe he is actually suffering from bpd (may elaborate on this more another time) and major depressive disorder

- for consistency’s sake and a myriad of other reasons, i don’t think he’s illiterate, either. he has dyslexia; hebrew tends to be easier for him to read than english. after the krusty gets busted incident, he started seeking treatment for it.

- he used to do a lot more crazy stunts on his show, but a series of injuries gradually put those on the back burner — particularly due to an incident where he was misfired from a cannonball and shattered his left knee, which started a dependency on painkillers (on that note, i think chronic pain is a real issue for him)

- similarly, his cocaine addiction started off as an attempt to treat stage fright and give himself some extra energy to perform

- he sincerely loves sophie and would do anything for her; matt groening himself confirmed that she is the most important person in his life. unfortunately, hersch is often consumed by his own vices, mental illness, and overall self-absorbed thinking, and therefore doesn’t / can’t spend the amount of time with his daughter that he’d like to. he hates himself for it and is gonna to need to seriously dedicate himself to cleaning his act up if he wants to have more than a week of custody with her every year (if we’re to believe take this tidbit from the show at face value and not as a joke)

- he has tried to make peace with erin, but she’s not interested, and the clearer it becomes that sophie isn’t living her best life with her mom, the more determined he will become to get his shit sorted out

- he and bob have a complicated history. prior to krusty gets busted, they’d slept together numerous times, but never “officially” entered a relationship. herschel was very jealous of bob’s sense of security in himself (especially within his sexuality), which unfortunately manifested in being way too aggressive with him on the show and putting bob in humiliating situations. herschel comes to regret his behaviour eventually and acknowledges that he deserved the punishment bob dished out on him (as seen in day of the jackanapes).

- mel once harboured a crush on him, and while it fizzled out over time, he still spends many years craving krusty’s approval. they once tried to sleep together, but herschel was unable to go through with it and started crying (he was reminded too much of bob and it was too soon after bob went to jail); it didn’t help that neither of them were sober at the time. they never tried again.

- though herschel can be quite flippant and dismissive of others, he genuinely does have issues with his memory due to multiple concussions, addiction, and neurodivergence.

- he and lois did date at one point and were in a pretty serious relationship, but she left when herschel’s many issues (understandably) became too much for her to bear. losing her is one of his biggest regrets.

- sees himself in bart, which is also why he isn’t great to him, unfortunately. self-recognition makes him uncomfortable. this gets better as they both get older and herschel realizes just how much bart is struggling at school and at home; eventually, he goes so far as to let bart stay over at his place when he and homer have serious fights.

- speaking of homer, he definitely approaches him around this time and has a stern word with him about maintaining a good relationship with his children. considering that hyman is long gone at this point, i’m sure you guys can understand why…

- is fond of marge, but would never romantically pursue her. not only because she’s married, but because she’s way too good for him and he knows it. she’s been through enough with that husband of hers as it is.

- he occasionally goes to moe’s tavern for a drink and considers him a pretty solid confidant. should they interact more, i could see them becoming a very chaotic pair of friends (or maybe friends who ground each other, who knows!)

- has drank with edna krabapple, too; they both share a similarly cynical worldview

- krusty would def be willing to play matchmaker for moe and mel in a timeline where he’s friendly with both and mentally well enough to think of other people’s needs

those are the major ones but i’m sure more will come to mind at some point!!

[not7wu]

Chapter Two: The Rules

Recap: You woke up in BTS' condo and came face to face with Kim Seokjin who tilted your world on its axis, not with his good looks, but by telling you that you are an orphan, an employee of HYBE/Big Hit, and like family to all the boys. That the life you thought you were living was a lie.

You never used to understand how men could think about nothing. Sometimes you’d ask your friend, Garrett, “What are you thinking about?” and he’d immediately reply, “Nothing.” and you couldn’t picture what it would be like to have nothing in your head.    The concept of thinking nothing feels like trying to describe colors to a blind person.  Your own brain is always on, a tangle of spaghetti noodles, intertwined, looped, and disappearing into a mess of tangents.

You’re pretty sure it’d be something like this.  You’re sitting on the balcony, watching cars and people pass by.  You’re not wondering where they’re going, how they’re doing, or what their goals are.  Like the ticking of seconds on a clock, you watch the world continue turning, while you hold yourself in limbo outside it all.  

You haven’t left Jin’s room once.  After a nap, you woke up to find you’re still here.  You didn’t think you could face the other members, especially with a puffy face, and your brain begged for a break from anxiety, so here you are.  Simply existing.  Just a quark that makes up the atom that is Earth in the organism that is the universe.

A knock on the balcony door breaks your meditation.  Jimin stands behind the half-slid door.  “Sorry.  Can I come sit with you?”

Jimin’s hair is dark blonde and fluffy, framing pudgy cheeks.  It should be against the laws of nature that his jawline can be both rounded and sharp.  His plump lips are upturned, eyes slightly crinkled as he steadily holds your gaze.  At least it isn’t all of them at once, you think.  You don't feel any wild emotions emanating from Jimin.  He is calm and collected, and you just know that if you refused, he would take it in stride, no offense taken, and leave you alone. That makes the decision for you.  Plus, maybe you can absorb some of his calm collectedness.  You nod, which earns you the sweetest smile.  You swear the chill up here has warmed with Jimin’s presence alone.  He sits across from you, legs tucked under him, and he enjoys the view, head bobbing to a tune only he can hear.  You’re a little tense, waiting for the questions and well-meaning reassurances, but none come.  You begin to relax, melting back into your seat.  

Your meditation is broken, as is your resolve to think of nothing, but this feels nice.  Sitting here with Jimin is the most peace you’ve had so far.  With Jin, you felt on edge and raw.  The banter had been fun, but he was disconcerting, the knowing look in his eyes dissecting you.  Jimin is paying you no mind, focused on the outside view.  Below, cars line bumper to bumper and throngs of people bustle along.  

“Is it always this chaotic?” you ask.

“Yup.  Wait, did you mean us or down there?”

“Down there.”

“Yup.”

You peek over at Jimin, his fingers tapping an unknown rhythm.  “What would you have said if I meant us?”  

Jimin laughs, his eyes disappearing into adorable crescents.  “Us?  Chaotic?  Have you met Tae?”

“Oh.  Uh, no, I haven’t,” you murmur.  You know what Jimin meant of course.  Kim Taehyung’s idol persona was the poster child for ADHD, but no, you haven’t met the real Taehyung yet.  

“Do you want to?!”  Taehyung shrieks.  He stands in front of the balcony door, arms akimbo, superhero pose, looking off into the distance.  You would be intimidated by his unearthly handsomeness, but his shaggy black hair and boxy smile is a giant flashing marquee reading ‘golden retriever energy’.  

Jimin sighs, exasperated. “Tae, I told you we shouldn’t overwhelm her.”

“But you guys were talking about me.”

“Barely.”

“Too late!” Taehyung exclaims.  He marches over to Jimin and unceremoniously plops down into his lap.  Bestowing a pleased smile upon you, Tae’s eyes assess you in a more serious manner.  “I heard Jin-hyung fucked up.”

“Tae!  Manner-mode!”

“Aww, Jiminie, we don’t need manner-mode in front of Y/N!  She’s family!”  

“She’s never met you before!”

“Sure she has!  She just doesn’t remember!”  You thought you weren’t ready to face anyone, but watching the two bicker is giving you life.  You're in uncharted waters, but somehow, they feel like home.  Jimin and Taehyung break into giggles and your mouth quirks up.

Jimin pokes Tae.  “See.  Chaotic.”

Taehyung whines, “But Jin-hyung really did fuck up.  Right, Y/N?”

No, “ssi”.  Just comfortably Y/N.  They all have been addressing you like this, as if it’s natural, and you didn’t even realize it until now.  This kindles a bit of hope in your heart.  Hope for what, you have no idea, but there it is.  A spark of something.  “Yeah, Tae.  Jin literally explained nothing.”  

Tae throws a smug look at Jimin, who puffs in fond annoyance.  They communicate with eyes in a way that you know is a full blown conversation between people who know every tick of the other.  Tae shrugs, Jimin sinks like he concedes and they both target you with their attention.  

Jimin speaks first.  “Let's start with your head injury and memory loss, and then the Rules.”

“Rules?”

“Nuh-uh-uh.  No skipping ahead,” Tae wags a finger at you.  You roll your eyes and Tae gasps.  “Brat.”

“Takes one to know one,” you counter.  Tae’s grin is delighted and he squeezes Jimin tightly.

“Tae.  Air,” Jimin wheezes.  

“Oh, shush.  You’re fine.  So!  We’re gonna tell it to you straight!  Jin-hyung and Yoongi-hyung always suck at explaining things.  Jin-hyung tries to be tactful.  Yoongi-hyung tries to be profound.  And it’s like, why can’t you just say it and have at it!”

Jimin cuts in, “And Tae likes to tell things straight, but not before going off on a long ass tangent.”

“Manner-mode, my ass.”

“You’re an ass, you ass.”

They are gonna be the death of you.  Amusing as they are, this is getting out of hand.  Jimin and Tae are in their mid-twenties and yet they act like a pair of naughty seven year olds when they’re together, and you can’t even be mad. You clear your throat dramatically.  “Okay, so my head injury?”  

The two pause their argument.  Chastened, Jimin explains, “You’ve always had complex dreams.  We even talked about how you should write and publish them because your dreams are always so vivid and vibrant, which might be why things are so mixed up now.  You see, one day, you were assaulted.  You confronted an ex-employee who turned out to be a sasaeng and they attacked you.  You were in a coma for a week.”  

That’s scary.  With the number of scars on your body, a car accident seemed the most likely scenario, but to have this number of injuries due to someone attacking you.  It seems brutal and excessive.  

Jimin continues, “You woke up, and at first, you were fine and normal...but then you woke up the next day and didn’t recognize us.”  Jimin frowns here.

Tae takes over, “You had created this whole other world in your dreams where you are American.  You have a mom and live with your cousin.  You have a whole life with going to bars with friends, attending music festivals, going on family trips to Minnesota, and yet the only memory you have of us in these dreams is that you like our music.  You and Jo-ssi, Marlena-ssi and Garrett-ssi celebrate us from afar.  You’re just a fan of BTS in your dreams, but in reality, you’re our noona!”  Tae looks like he’s getting worked up and Jimin touches his arm, but Tae shrugs it off, beginning again.  “Eventually, you regained your memories, and for a time, things were okay.”

“But then it happened again,” Jimin says sadly.  “One day you went to bed, and then you woke up and forgot.  This began to happen regularly.  You saw so many doctors and tried many different treatments, but this became a normal occurrence.  So, you came up with a plan.  You came up with the Four Cardinal Rules.”

“Rule one,” Tae recites, “Don’t overload Y/N with information.  She thinks she wants to know everything, but she can’t handle it all at once because of her anxiety.”

“Rule two,” Jimin recites, “No drugs, like drinking.  We aren’t even allowed to give you coffee.”  

Tae nods in concurrence.  “You won’t even take an aspirin when you get your period.”

Jimin smacks him.  “Rude! Why are you talking about that?”

Tae is offended by the smack and begins a dramatic monologue complete with death scene and death rattle.  You aren’t able to fully appreciate the scene unfolding before you because they just told you that you don't drink.  Jin told you that you got drunk here last night.  Another clue in the category of things not adding up.  You try to school your expression to hide your discomfort even though all you have echoing in your head is “He lied. He lied. He lied.”

Jimin has to bestow Tae with the correct amount of appreciation before he is allowed to continue, “Rule three: You can’t leave Korea.”

“Nope,” Tae emphasizes, and even he looks uncharacteristically grave at this rule.  

“We made this rule after you tried to make a life in--where was it?  Wisconnisan?  Wiscanisoon?  You regained your memory three weeks in and freaked out when you were surrounded by strangers.”

“It was nuts!” Tae exclaims, eyes wide.

“And finally, rule four,” Jimin interjects.  “We can’t talk about past versions of you.  I mean, we can talk about the you before all of this memory fiasco stuff, but we aren’t allowed to tell you what memory-fog you has already done because there’s really no point in trying to repeat things.  You decided a long time ago to just live with it as best you can, and part of living is ‘playing the cards you’re dealt with’.”  

Tae scrunches his nose in distaste.  “Yeah, you said that.  Word for word.  I don’t like that rule.  It doesn’t make sense to me.”

Jimin rubs Tae’s back and says, “We have of course broken all of these rules a couple times before.  It’s hard to resist your puppy eyes.  Except rule three.  That one time was insane, believe me.  But so far it seems like all these rules have good reasons to be followed, especially since you came up with them yourself.  So, we’re trying to fulfill your wishes, and well--” Here, Jimin squeezes Tae in a tight hug and Tae swings his legs delightedly. “You’ve always known best, Y/N.”

You’re trying to soak all of this in.  You want to know more about the attack and you also wonder how many past versions of you there are.  How often have you done this that the boys all just so used to helping you---and not even you, you, but a you who is essentially a stranger to them until you regain your memories.

It doesn’t seem like Jimin, Tae, and the rest of them are allowed to tell you all that much, and they’re right.  You need time to digest all the information they give you, so you can’t be digging too deep just yet.  You have to trust that things will unfold as they will until you figure this out.  Still, the feeling that they’re holding back something else won’t leave you.  It could just be rule four that you’re bucking at, but Jin straight up lied to you.  You’ve been quiet for a hot minute, and in the meantime, Jimin and Tae have turned to each other to play thumb wars, patiently waiting for you to absorb all this.  You measure your next words carefully so that they follow the rules, although this question might be pushing it.  “So, how long does it usually take me to remember everything?”

Jimin and Tae immediately stop their game and do their telepathy thing before Jimin concedes to your question and answers, “Honestly, it’s taking you longer and longer to remember, and your time of remembering gets shorter and shorter.”  He shrugs.  “Sorry, Y/N.  I really can’t be more specific without breaking rules.”  

That’s not encouraging.  If all of this is true, what is there to be done?  How are you supposed to live like this??  And how many times do you have to stave off these panic attacks?  You white-knuckle the armrest of your seat to ground yourself, fingers digging into the edge of the varnished wood.  

“That’s enough of that!”  Tae jumps out of Jimin’s lap and hauls him up.  “I need a group hug!”  Jimin giggles and they make a space for you, beckoning for you to join them.  You peel your fingers off the patio chair and stand.  They immediately enclose you.  The perfect Vmin sandwich, cocooned safely in the center.  

Tae murmurs, “Sorry, Y/N.  I lied.  It looked like you really needed a hug so I asked for one.”  

A tear trickles down your cheek.  “That’s okay.  You were right.  I really needed one.”

—

Jimin has done your makeup and Tae picked out your outfit.  You’re amazed because no one would be able to tell how red your nose and eyes are from crying.  Apparently, you’re gonna go shopping after the boys eat breakfast because the three of you had made plans for today days ago and this is the perfect excuse to get your mind off things.  You, Jimin, and Tae walk into the living room to see Hobi, Joon and Jungkook eating breakfast at the dining table.  It looks like Jin made them the same breakfast spread.  Jimin and Tae grab a seat and pile food on their plates.  You sit opposite them next to Joon, facing the window wall.  The sticky notes are all gone.  

They’re all doing their own thing.  Joon is reading a book, kimchi forgotten on a fork clutched in one hand.  Hobi is doing something on his phone while he nibbles on a slice of pork belly.  Jungkook is staring off into space like he’s doing complex math.  Who knows?  Maybe he is.  You definitely are.  In all of time and space, here you are, having breakfast with most of the members of BTS.  Bangtansonyeondan in the flesh.  They’re your best friends and you don't even know how it happened.  You remember being so jealous hearing that Marlena got to touch their hands at a fan sign touch event in the past.  Marlena would die in excitement if she could see you now.

Namjoon finally chomps on his kimchi and notices you.  “Good morning.  What are you three up to today?”  

“Shopping.”  

“Cool.”  He turns his attention back to his book.  You just spoke with best leader, Kim Namjoon.  You always thought given the chance that you’d gush to him about how his music has helped you and inspired you.  You wonder if you should still do that, or if that’d be weird.  Probably weird.  You look up and down the table.  Yoongi isn’t here and neither is Jin.  You knew Jin wouldn’t be here because of his appointment with his brother.  Frankly, you’re both disappointed and relieved not to see him.  Disappointed because he’s your bias, but relieved because of the weird tension between the both of you that you don’t understand yet.  The real Jin was a bit terrifying.

Hobi notices you looking at the empty chairs, as he hands Tae a jar of strawberry jam.  “Yoongi-hyung went to his studio, and Jin-hyung had an appointment with his brother at their restaurant.”  

Ah, Genius Lab and Ossu Seiromushi.  Gotcha.  You wish you could vent and get advice from Marlena and Jo right now.  They’d help you work through your thoughts and feelings.  You look over at Tae and Jimin.  In the time you’ve left them alone, they somehow conjured up a bag of gummy bears and decided to bite the heads and bodies off, exchanging colors to reconnect them into franken-bears.  Are Tae and Jimin your new Marlena and Jo?  Tae finger flicks one of the franken-bears and its plops into Jungkook’s glass of banana milk, which splashes him and Hobi, startling the younger from his “mental math”.  Tae and Jimin both snicker under Hobi’s adult glare.   ...maybe they’re not quite Marlena and Jo, but close enough, you guess.

“Y/N-noona”  You look over at Jungkook who’s shyly trying to get your attention.  Black hair unstyled with guileless doe eyes, idol Jungkook is a menace, but here in this setting, he’s just a kid.  He may be twenty-three, but his smile reads innocent and vulnerable.  

“Yeah, JK?” You smile at him brightly and his smile turns toothy, nose scrunching.  

“Want some fruit?”

“Yes, please.”

Jungkook jumps up to fulfill your wish.  He grabs two nectarines, stuffs one in his pocket, and cuts up the second nectarine, which he then artfully arranges into the shape of a flower with the pit being the center.  He flourishes the plate and sets it in front you.

“Thanks, Kookie.”  Pleased, he squeezes your shoulder and then he’s out the front door, whipping his backpack onto his back.  

What a sweetie.  You dig in, wondering if Jungkook is off to work out, dance practice, or record.  He’s diligent like that, or at least that’s what you think.  Seeing as how you don’t have your ‘true’ memory, all you have as reference to these guys are dream memories.  Let's see.  Hobi likes to be clean.  He laughs a lot, but he can also be severe, with a fine line between fun and professionalism.  He’s our hope, our sunshine.  Hobi catches you looking at him and gives you a derpy smile, making cute aegyo sounds before turning to look back at his phone.  His hair is a bouncy caramel brown and his skin is enviously flawless and dewy.

Next to you is Namjoon.  He’s much taller and broader in person than you expected.    Namjoon is smart, if a bit clumsy.  He’s the leader, but he’s actually a maknae, the middle child between the dongsaengs and the hyungs.  Namjoon’s blonde hair isn’t brushed yet, his brows furrowed and teeth clenched, riveted by his book.

And there’s also one other thing about Namjoon that you remember.

“Namjoon-oppa.  Tae and Jimin were telling me about the rules,” you say to him.  

Namjoon is distracted, engrossed in his book.  Offhandedly, he says, “Oh, the rules?  They told you the six rules.  Yup, those are important to know.”

Bingo.

The table erupts in yelling and groans and protests as Jimin, Tae, and Hobi pounce on Namjoon for revealing what he shouldn’t have.  Namjoon is startled from his book and shrinks into his chair, sheepish against the onslaught of verbal abuse from his brothers.  

You are triumphant.  You are wrathful.  You are pissed.  You stand up and the room goes silent.  They each look guilty and avoid your gaze.  Except for Hobi.  He meets your gaze head on.   “What are rules five and six?” you question, tone accusatory.  “I was told there were only the ‘Four Cardinal Rules.’"  You don’t hesitate with the air quotes.

Namjoon is about to say something, but Hobi’s glare silences him, and before Tae and Jimin can get a word in, Hobi tuts at them.  Hobi considers for a moment and then motions for you to sit, which you do reluctantly.  You’re so done with all the deceit.  You want to walk out the door and just keep walking, but you need to know what they’re hiding.  

Army always gets this thrill when our hope, Hobi, becomes dance leader Hoseok, his countenance severe.  Being subjected to this side of him is a whole other thing.  It withers your anger a bit.  The way he’s wordlessly put you and the boys in your place is an art that you can’t help but respect and admire.  

“Rule six,” he says, “is we can’t tell you about rules five and six.  The damage has been done, but all's not lost.  We all agreed to stick to your rules.  The rules you created.  You made us promise.  You did.  So we are going to do our best to honor you.  I’m sorry, but that’s all we can say.”  He pointedly looks at Jimin, Tae, and Namjoon.  Namjoon apologizes and then gets up to wash his finished plate and retreats to his room.  Jimin and Tae turn their attention back to breakfast glancing at you apologetically every now and then.  Annoyed, you finish the plate of nectarines, but you revel a little in your small victory.

Savoring the last piece of fruit, you lock eyes with Hoseok, who is very much still Hoseok and not Hobi right now.  He’s looking at you with suspicious, calculating eyes.  You know he knows that you did that to Namjoon on purpose.  Namjoon, god of destruction.  The Spoiler King.  You don’t know how it's possible, but Hoseok deepens his gaze and suddenly you know that he knows that you know that he knows.  You flash him a sassy smile, daintily wiping your mouth with a napkin.  He rolls his eyes and Hobi’s back, smiling at your antics, but there’s a note of concern there.    

So, there are two more rules.  Rules Five and Six.  What could be so detrimental that you can’t even KNOW the rules?  They think they’re trying to protect you, but you need to get to the bottom of this before you lose yourself again.  It must be hard on them to have to deal with a clueless Y/N, but you need more concrete answers.  You steel yourself.  You’re gonna figure this out, and none of them can stop you.

—

Jimin plops the shopping bags on the ground next to door 602.  He struggles with the keys against the door and then he swings it open.  He gestures for you to walk in first, and then follows with the shopping bags.  

The apartment is small.  The living room is cozy with a white fabric couch and loveseat with the same red throw pillows as the ones on the sectional in the boys' condo.  There’s a cute espresso-colored coffee table and a modest flatscreen tv.  This apartment is also open concept with a tiny kitchenette and small breakfast nook.  You follow a short hall to a standard bathroom.  You notice that the toothbrush holder is empty.  

Across from the bathroom is your bedroom. A queen-sized bed takes up a large amount of space, but a fancy vanity takes up the other.  An assortment of skincare products and hair and makeup products are organized neatly.  The sliding door closet contains a sparse amount of clothes.  Seems a majority of your clothes is housed elsewhere…  

In the living room, Jimin is now sprawled on the couch.   

“So, this is my apartment,” you say aloud.  

“Yup.  It’s home sweet home à la mode.”  

“What does that even mean?”

Jimin considers and then wrinkles his forehead.  “I have no idea.  It’s what Tae says.  Something he picked up from Paris, but I’m pretty sure he’s using it wrong.”  You both giggle at the likelihood.   

Jimin sighs in satisfaction.  “We’ve made many memories here.”  

He motions at the wall above him.  All the walls are teeming with a collage of framed photos.  In one, you and Jimin are wearing corgi head hats posing cutely in front of a carousel.  In another, all eight of you are holding trays of fresh strawberries in a greenhouse, smiling brightly.  There must have been a strawberry fight because there are red smears all over us.  In this one, you, Kookie, Hobi, and Tae are having a sleepover.  The four of you are piled in this very living room with face sheet masks on, tangled in blankets and pillows and surrounded by snacks.

It’s a patchwork of moments you have no memory of and you feel…regret?  Sad?  Bitter?  You trace over your smile in one of the photos and wish you could be so carefree.  The head of a picture hanging nail scrapes your palm.  There’s a missing picture frame.  On further inspection, there are a few empty, dustless spots where some frames are missing.   Curiouser and curiouser.

“Jimin?”  

“Hmm?”

“Why are all my clothes in Jin’s room?  And my toothbrush?”

Jimin clothes his eyes and waves his arms around.  “Well, even though you live here, you mostly stay with us because of the memory thing and so we can keep an eye on you.  And Jin has the biggest closet.  He has the biggest room in the whole condo actually.  Hyung perks.  How is that fair?  I didn’t choose when my parents decided to get it on.  Ew.  That was a wrong turn in the brain.  Insane in the membrane.  And It’s not like Tae and I have any space to spare.  Joon can barely take care of himself.  Hobi has a meticulous system that none of us understand.  Yoongi likes his own space.  And Kookie’s room is like a jungle.  One of these days, I swear, we’re gonna have to dig him out of there, dead by suffocation under a mountain of basic black tees.  Imagine explaining that to his mom.  ‘Sorry, eomma.  Sorry, appa.  Kookie fell victim to the wormhole of his own diabolical creation.’  Yup, that’ll go over well.”

Hilarious, but also sus.  Jimin’s explanation is plausible, but he’s rambling at this point.  And he’s avoiding eye contact.  Before you can dig any further, he quickly sit up.  He fishes keys out of his pocket and shoves them into your hands.   

“Welp!  Gotta go!  Dinner will be ready in an hour.  Yoongi says he’s making Chick-maek.”  Jimin scurries to the door, but stops dead in his tracks.  “Aish, almost forgot.”  He pulls out a cellphone and hands it to me.  “This is yours.  I’ll give you some time to yourself, but if you feel too lonely, come over and hang out with us.  We’ll probably be catching up on Itaewon Class.”  And then he’s gone.

For Jimin’s bite-size, he filled the room better than an extension charm.  Now that it’s just you, the apartment feels like the yawning maw of a lion threatening to swallow you up.  You perch yourself on the loveseat and the phone unlocks with your face.  The photo gallery is filled with you and the boys.  Concerts.  Shenanigans at Big Hit with other employees. Travel photos. In one picture, you’re standing in front of the Eiffel Tower with Joon, your backs turned in a half-heart pose together to form one complete heart. 

You’re not on any social media.  There’s no facebook.  There’s no instagram.  There’s no twitter.  The contact list has quite a few numbers from restaurants, Big Hit coworkers, and networking professionals.  The only numbers you recognize are the boys and Bang PD.  

You never memorized Jo’s number.  You dont have anyone's number memorized.  You didn’t think you would need to.  You create an instagram account and look for her.  You look for your mom.  You look for your cousins and friends.  They all seem to be doing okay and you don't know how you feel about that.  What gets you are the familiar pictures.  Birthdays.  Parties.  Electric Forest.  It’s like the twilight zone.  Events that you remember attending, but now have not.  Pictures you knew you had posed in, but are no longer in.  Not even a ghost or whisper that you ever existed in their lives as if someone had scrupulously erased you.  You lock your useless phone and chuck it at the other couch.  

Gathering the shopping bags Jimin had plopped in the living room, you bring them over to your bedroom.  As you organize your haul, you notice that, here too, there are empty spaces where picture frames should be.  Why would anyone need to hide photos?  Did you get rid of them?  Or did someone else?

Dinner will be ready soon.  It’ll be the first time you’ll be with all seven of the boys.  It should be fine, right?  You just spent the whole day with Jimin and Tae.  They cheerfully dragged you all over Seoul to shops and boutiques and pojangmachas.  No ajumma could resist them.  And apparently, your credit score here is top-notch because you have a black card.  In your name.  Wild.  The three of you ate some street tteokboki by the Han river and people watched for a bit until Jimin and Tae were inevitably recognized.  You all had to leave, or risk getting mobbed.  Overall, it was a good time.

But in a room with all seven of them at once?  Your heart quickens.  You’re fine with each of the boys, but Jin in particular…you don’t know how you’ll face him.  The both of you left things half-finished and you don’t know if you can recover from that into some semblance of, what?  Friendship?  Is that what you are?  Do friends lie to each other?  

For a split second, you almost entertain the idea of skipping dinner, but who are you kidding?  You’ll go.  The boys are your only lifeline, you reason with yourself while trying to ignore the phantom sensations of bony fingers holding yours, the easy laugh that makes it easy to smile, and the clear eyes that seemed to see right through to your core.  

He lied.  He lied.  He lied.  The echo weakens as you feel the gravitational pull to the man you know is waiting a few floors above you.  

Decision made, you touch up your makeup, staring intently at your reflection.   You read a study somewhere that if you stare into a mirror too closely for too long, it can trigger an almost hallucinogenic effect of face blindness or distortion.  Your face is the same face you’ve always known it, at least you think it is.  You have the same neat eyebrows.  Same smooth lips and high cheekbones.  Same dark brown, almond eyes sitting beside the nose you inherited from your mother.  Well, actually, who knows who you got your nose from because apparently you’re an orphan.

In your dreams, your mom was a single mother and you were an only child.  Your parents divorced when you were a toddler.  You spent most of your growing years with your mother’s side of the family until you found family and friendship with estranged cousins from your father’s side.  You wonder if there is some version of mother walking around oblivious that she almost had you as a daughter.  You wonder if Jo is living alone or has some other roommate.  You wonder if Marlena, Jo, and Garrett are even friends because you were the common denominator between the three.  But here you are.  Alone.

There’s a knock on your door and Tae waltzes in.  Well, you’re not quite alone.  Apparently, you have BTS.  You have Jungkook, Tae, Jimin, Hobi, Namjoon, Yoongi...and Jin.  

“Dinner is finished.  Ready to go?”  

Even if you’re not, the world keeps on turning and you have to, too.

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Tentatively Back

Hi everyone!

I know it’s been an AWFULLY LONG TIME since this Tumblr has been regularly answering asks. I apologize profusely; life happened, and happened, and just kept on happening. Things are still happening--I suspect that nothing will ever calm down properly, so I’m just going to do my best to get into the Inbox on a daily basis. I’ll probably miss a few days and there’ll be gaps and all; just know that I’m doing my best.

In the meantime, do check out the archives here and the bits and bobs over at the main web site, http://actuallyadhd.org; there are loads of posts going up as I learn more and think more, plus I have been putting together a collection of printables to help manage your ADHD.

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A Few Thoughts on Big Neurodivergent Energy Stories: Style Edition

Analyzing media from an autistic/ADHD lens has become a bit of a spin for me. As I was coming to understand my own neurotype, it floored me to realize just how many of my most beloved shows had that Big Neurodivergent Energy, like they'd been calling to me all that time and I hadn’t known. It makes me feel so happy and warm to revisit them now, and I’m having a great time discovering new shows that make my brain and my heart light up in the same way.

In all that watching and rewatching, there’s of course been a lot of thinking and pattern recognition, and I’ve noticed a number of commonalities popping up in these shows, films, and books. As I’ve said before, it’s more than just an abundance of ND-coded characters, although that’s obviously an important part of it. A BNE story feels neurodivergent in its bones and its wiring, altogether separate from its characters. On the face of it, some of these commonalities don’t seem inherently neurodivergent, and not every story like this displays all of them, but there’s too much overlap for it to feel completely random.

So that’s what I want to look at! This is going to be a short series, and today, I’m starting with the style elements. Take away the characters, take away the actual story: what are some stylistic choices that a lot of inherently neurodivergent stories share?

Side note: when I say "neurodivergent," I'm mainly talking about things that resonate with me on an autistic and/or ADHD level. Since that's what my brain is working with, that's the lens through which I view things. I can't always disentangle one from the other, so it made more sense to me to say ND rather than specifically autistic or ADHD. I know, however, that neurodivergence is much bigger than just those two neurotypes. Quite possibly, the qualities I'm highlighting in this series would feel relevant to other kinds of ND brains as well, or other neurotypes might have their own commonalities that are unique to their sorts of stories. I'm not trying to use the word in an exclusionary way, although I know my personal viewpoint of it is relatively narrow in the grand scheme of the whole ND umbrella.

Unique Visual Aesthetics

A lot of these stories show a loving attention to detail in the narrative descriptions of settings (books) or production design (movies/shows.) And this design is often offbeat and inventive. Think of Eleanor’s colorful bungalow on The Good Place with its clown nook, or the costume differences between the Good, Bad, and Neutral Janets. Think of the whimsical world of Amélie, the distinctive look of each kingdom on Maya and the Three, or the detailed pop-culture visuals woven into the homage episodes of Community, which capture everything from its source material’s costumes to its lighting to its camera work. It’s especially evident in stories that frequently give us new visual palettes. Pushing Daisies has iconic looks like The Pie Hole’s crust roof and Lily’s fabulous eye patches, but each new case brings brand-new designs—from dandelion headdresses to mysterious sewer roamers to corpses in snowmen. Similarly, the TV adaptation of A Series of Unfortunate Events reinvents its look every two episodes, bringing the vivid locales from each book to life in incredible ways.

Words, Words, Words

So. Much. Wordplay. Every Bob’s Burgers episode title and Burger of the Day is a pun, along with most of the shop names in The Good Place. Ted and Beard have literal wordplay with all their games on Ted Lasso, and both Pushing Daisies and A Series of Unfortunate Events have a particular love of alliteration, with A Series of Unfortunate Events also coming in hard with the anagrams and other word puzzles. On Doctor Who, one of the Doctor’s less-flashy talents is the way they can turn a phrase—plus, this is the show that gave us Raxacoricofallapatorius and its sister planet Clom. DuckTales has all its bird-based puns, and 3Below has plenty of fun with literal interpretations of English idioms.

Fantasy Sequences

Like all of these traits, fantasy sequences aren’t unique to BNE stories, but they’re more likely to be baked into the format of stories that have that neurodivergent vibe. The most obvious example here is Scrubs, where JD’s fantasies (and later, other characters’) are integral to every episode. Amina’s fantasies in the first season of We Are Lady Parts spread to other characters in season 2, and for another Nida Manzoor example, I have no idea how much of any given fight in Polite Society actually happens. In the TV adaptation of Ms. Marvel, some of Kamala’s daydreams are physically drawn onscreen, while others are acted out in her head. And while they’re not technically fantasies within the context of the shows, I put DuckTales’s assorted Scrooge flashbacks and Community’s extended pop-culture homages in this category too—blurring the lines of what’s really happening onscreen.

Music

Although virtually every movie or show is enhanced by its music, BNE stories tend to place a greater emphasis on it. There are shows with built-in musical numbers every episode, either through fantasies like on Crazy Ex-Girlfriend or happening within the world of the show like on We Are Lady Parts. Random singing pops up on numerous occasions on Bob’s Burgers, Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts, and Pushing Daisies, and elaborate musical numbers is how AFC Richmond says goodbye on Ted Lasso. The first season of A Series of Unfortunate Events ends with a random full-cast number, and every season of Crazy Ex-Girlfriend has a different theme song. These stories can be notable for their non-diegetic needle drops too—there are certain songs that immediately make me think of their corresponding scenes on Ted Lasso or Scrubs, and one of the most iconic scenes on Our Flag Means Death is impeccably timed to Fleetwood Mac’s “The Chain.”