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[the-barefoot-hatter]

Pyramid Steve's favourite treat is pre-1982 pennies

(Ford slooooowly starting to realize his muse of infinite knowledge might, in fact, be a dumbass.)

[ar-mage-ddon]

keykid dump

[sunlit-mess]

sick(?)

[hiwaaranit]

I’m in a math class again don’t get me started on reading. Also math strategies are gonna fry my brain, the funniest thing is I’m considered the smartest student in whatever class I’m in I have no idea I hate it and especially in these instances because everyone think they got their answers wrong because I must be right 😭😭😭 please just let me be a dumb kid it’s too much pressure

[queruloustea]

more kissy brainrot sketches

drawing these two kissing is the thing getting me through life right now :') why must things be so hard

[lylahammar]

does anyone else feel like they become neurotypical while they're in the shower

[meanya]

Now seems like a good time to introduce a strategy to all my ADHD peers that I've invented so I wouldn't be Late to everything!

It's called...

✨️ Disaster Time ✨️

You know that feeling when you wait til the last second to do something and THEN it seems like THAT'S when everything goes wrong??? Right when you need everything to go smoothly?

You're thinking "the office is only 10 minutes away, so I'll leave 10 minutes before my appointment time!" And THAT'S when it happens; You forget to brush your hair, you can't find your keys, your wallet is missing, your GPS is glitchy, there's traffic, there's a detour, you hit every red light, there's no parking, you enter the wrong door, you can't find the room, etc. There's always SOMETHING.

I used to get SO MAD when everything would go wrong while I was on a time crunch. It seemed like when I least expected it, suddenly every object that could possibly get in my way would get in my way. I used to think, "The universe is out to get me 😔 No matter what I do, everything is gonna go wrong."

And that's when a switch went off in my mind...

Everything is gonna go wrong when I least expect it to!!!

Therefore -> I should stop being surprised and just. Expect it to!!

Every time!

Hence, the invention of ✨️Disaster Time✨️

Disaster Time (noun) the extra time you alot for disasters.

If you just KNOW something's gonna go wrong and then just PLAN for something to go wrong! Then you'll always be ready for it!

Because something is always is gonna happen, right? Something is always gonna go wrong. You don't know what's gonna go wrong, so instead of hoping nothing goes wrong and then being disappointed when something does go wrong, just alot some Disaster Time!

So you think to yourself "the office is only 10 minutes away, so if I give myself 10 extra minutes of Disaster Time for when The Disaster happens, then I'll leave 20 minutes before my appointment time."

Your assignment's due at midnight? Disaster Time! Make it due at 11:40 to account for when the [internet goes out / file gets corrupt / website doesn't load / grammar errors pop up ]

Your hangout is at 8pm? Disaster Time! Give yourself 10 extra minutes to [find your missing phone / stop and grab some gas / brush your hair / quickly eat a snack]

Work at 9? Disaster time! Leave 15 minutes earlier for when [you spill coffee on your shirt / your car light goes off / you forgot something and have to go back]

People used to tell me to do things "early" but I have adhd and time blindness! "Early" doesn't exist!!! "Early" is an abstract concept! And "early" isn't as motivating as "The Last Second"

So instead, alot a set amount of Disaster Time and adjust your "last second" to account for that pesky inevitable Disaster, and you'll always be on time!

If you EXPECT that everything will go wrong EVERY time and just *account* for that when you plan, then you'll always be on time!

[hylialeia]

"i can't come up with a fantasy name for my world so i HAVE to use chatgpt to get the gears flowing" have you all forgotten what fantasynamegenerators.com has done for you

[mushroom-pal]

no time to expand on this thought rn but arthur lester is at the very least a queer allegory if not a deeply closeted queer man. like waow its all there

[sentientsky]

googling 'how long is a hyperfixation supposed to last' and then sobbing profusely into my hands

[kryptonite-cutie]

Being autistic is wild because what do you mean I can spit shark facts at the drop of a hat but if I go through a doorway wrong I’ll cry and have a panic attack?

[sae-mian]

symbol — for the single-word drive!

[AZEM /// THE TRAVELER]

[ames-draws]

I just need to tell y'all that I just finished - as in, got paid and delivered final files finished - the BIGGEST art commission I have ever SUCCESSFULLY completed!!!!

[natjennie]

girl over a year into a hyperfixation voice. I have GOT to learn morse code.

[nicomoon69]

gonna be complaining abt feet until the end of time. anyways spider bernard wip :DD

I wanna do a cover art ish thing w it, so I'm also gonna have to learn how to do the spiderman font by hand bc yes i like to suffer

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Jace and Leander wolf cuddles (based on your recent werewolf posts)?

this is so so so late anon and i'm so sorry i hope you're still interested in my stupid idiots TWT i love you thank you for giving me a reason to write this stupid shit

LEANDER

"Jace..." I let out an exasperated sigh at the sight before me. A huge black wolf was sprawled across most of my bed, stretched out on his back with all four paws in the air. He rolled onto his side to look at me, a stupid wolf-smile on his stupid wolf-face. "This is never going to work."

The enormous mass of black fur cocked his head at me, why not?

"Because," I gestured wildly at him and he stared unblinkingly back at me. "You're freaking huge, Jace!"

Jace huffed a breath and was suddenly much smaller. Human again. And naked. I stared at him for a moment then realized what I was looking at and snapped my gaze to his grinning face. "Look all you want, I'm not charging admission."

My face was hot but I ignored it. "We won't fit, Jace. Wolves are too big for beds."

"But it's more comfy up here," Jace whined, still naked. "Come, Leander. We'll fit. I promise."

"Even if we fit, we'll be too heavy. We could break the frame."

Jace laughed. "I can think of other ways to break—"

"Do not finish that sentence," I said, holding up my hand to stop him. I can't handle that sentence. I can't handle much when it comes to Jace.

"Okay, I won't. But you promised we could do this." Jace's expression changed to a pouty, adorable one and he plucked my heartstrings like he was born to play. "Wanna cuddle with you."

I sighed softly. "I know, but—"

"We'll fit. I swear," Jace said. He moved over a bit and patted the free side of the bed. "See?"

I supposed he had a point. It was a king-sized bed, after all. The only real downside to this would be the fur we'd leave behind. And there were maids for that sort of thing, weren't there?

"I'm going to change again, then you join me. We'll make it work. And you can lie down on top of me if you have to. Believe me, I won't mind." He smiled again and I smiled back. In a flash, the black wolf was back and just as big as before. I took my glasses off and stepped out of my shorts apprehensively.

Shifting was still difficult for me. Oh, not as difficult as the first time had been. But still hard. Jace— and every other wolf I'd met— made it seem completely effortless. It wasn't for me. For me, it was painful and scary and required concentration. I had to focus hard, had to think about it. I didn't think Jace had to think about it at all. It was like breathing for him, the bastard.

Jace stared at me intently and I shook out my arms, trying to force the nerves away. It didn't work. Never did.

I let out a long breath and closed my eyes, let everything else slip out of my mind. Everything except Jace's soft breathing. That kept me grounded. Finally I was able to get my fangs to drop, my claws to extend from my fingers. I opened my eyes to make sure I wasn't imagining it and found my fingers tipped with black. I swallowed hard and panted as dark hair sprouted up my arms. And Jace was still watching me.

good. keep going. good job, yes, he thought into my head. wolf switch, lee. wolf switch.

"I know," I growled out, voice too deep and teeth in the way. "I know about the switch."

use it use the switch lee, be a wolf, come to me, mate come to me

And that did it. Jace's gentle but insistent encouragement had my face lengthening, my body shifting with a horrific crunching sound. And then I was a wolf. Jace was talking in my head still, telling me how awesome I was. But it took everything in me to stay on my feet. I always felt unsteady after changing. Silly, isn't it, how you'd think four legs would be more sturdy than two.

After a minute or so I finally trusted myself to move, so I took a couple steps forward toward the bed. Unlike Jace, I couldn't quite handle a jump. Not yet anyway. So, instead of missing the mark and landing on my face— or overshooting it and launching myself at the wall behind him— I climbed onto the bed slowly. One paw after the other until I was standing over Jace.

I turned around and flopped down, with my back at his chest. That's how we usually cuddled in human form, so it made the most since. Jace made a happy noise behind me and licked my ear a couple times. I tilted my head back as far as I possibly could and his eyes were sparkling.

We laid there for a few minutes and I finally decided that I had to face him, had to see him. So I rolled onto my other side and dropped my head on my pillow.

love you, Jace said, love love love

love, i thought back, too tired to think much else. Shifting tended to take all my energy. Jace promised me that was normal for baby wolves— I didn't like him calling me a baby when I was technically older than him, even if it was only two days. And after my first excruciating shift, Isa assured me it would get easier. But after the dozen or so times I'd tried so far, I always needed a long nap afterward.

Jace was big on taking wolf naps with me. He liked cuddling with me, in any form. And I have to admit I like it too. Waking up sleep warm— wolf warm— tangled up with Jace... It's the best feeling in the world.

sleepy?

yes

Jace yawned, his mouth opening wide and his tongue lolling out a bit. me too

I pressed my nose to his muzzle, licked him there, and buried my face against him. I snuffled his fur and maybe sneezed on him a bit, but Jace just laid there and let me. Finally, it got hard for me to keep my eyes open. I laid my head back down and stared at Jace until I fell asleep.

JACE

After Leander conked out, I laid there and listened to his heartbeat for a long time. That was pretty much all I could do, being half-trapped under him and all.

Well, that was a lie. I was in no way trapped. I could've easily gotten up if I wanted to. But I didn't want to. What I did want was to be closer to Leander. So I wriggled around a bit and propped my chin on his shoulder. Once I could see over him, I chuffed. 

There was an acre of space on the other side of the bed. And here we lay, in each other's pockets.