#I need to do a separate one just about my style of Catnap

[l0ganberry]

Now I definitely know I'm going to hell.....

Sorry not sorry

[blaperile]

Homestuck^2 - Bonus Story - Diamonds, Dames & Dads (Part 4) - Reaction

Alrighty, time for Diamonds, Dames & Dads Part 4.

I find it interesting how now the past months we've just been alternating between this story and The Influencers. Seems like they truly are the "main" bonus stories for Meat and Candy respectively, hehe.

I guess there's also Catnapped which can still continue, but it wouldn't surprise me if they're first waiting for Diamonds, Dames & Dads to catch up in chronology before continuing there.

So now this has become the first story to get 4 parts!

I wonder what's going to happen now.

Dad took Slick out so they could escape. The question is, are Dad and DD still handcuffed to each other? Like they were when we saw them in Catnapped?

If so, it wouldn't surprise me if at the end of this part the chronology catches up and they find the bar with Jasprosesprite^2.

Let's find out.

Page 37:

Ahahaha, oh man, this entire page.

It's interesting to see these guys rendered in Sprite Mode without a hat for once. Especially Dad.

I love how meta-savvy Dad is on the changing art styles.

And hey look, they're not handcuffed to each other!

Oh man, what the hell is still going to happen that will cause them to be handcuffed to each other??

Those chains on the floor remind me of the Cherub chains.

Page 38:

Oh my freaking god, Dad what are you doing. xD

I wonder who's correct about Slick's knee here.

It would be interesting if Slick's knee really is totally kaput, and he's going to need a cane or a peg-leg (like Lord English or B2 Jack.

Page 39:

OH HELL YES, YOU GO DAD. I can never get enough of Dad owning the shit out of a Jack.

I wonder if Dad's using his PDA or some other device.

The best thing is you can't tell if Dad is serious or is putting on his best snark.

Page 40:

YES. HELL YES. HELL FUCKING YES. xD

Return of Serious Busines, ahh...

It's cool to see how Dad's found kindred spirits on what I assume is Universe C :D

Reminds me of what he did on Derse on the social network with all those Carapacians... and DD, hehe.

Oh wow, Slick's still getting up after all that.

Page 41:

PFFFFFF, THERE GOES SLICK.

Even Snowman, despite seemingly working together with Slick here, can't resist further abuse of him. Some things never change.

Oh boy, what's going to happen now though?

Snowman going to have a talk with them?

Page 42:

WUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT

Hang on, hang on...

Snowman says DD and Dad are fucking up the timeline.

To be honest, this timeline seemed already fucked up before Dad even arrived?

I mean, this isn't the Alpha timeline of Alternia anymore, right?

Assuming this really is the "Next Week" timeline DD got catapulted into at the end of the Intermission, and these are alternate versions of Slick and Snowman.

Or is there really something else going on here?

Is abundantChewtoys right, that this is taking place BEFORE the Intermission then?

But then what happened between SS and DD in between forming Midnight City and this moment?

And what does Snowman now want with them?

I suddenly understand jack shit.

Page 43:

WHAT?????????

So is the narration really describing the Intermission there? As in, the one we saw in Homestuck with The Felt?

So because Dad punched SS through the jail, that didn't happen.

And... is that the panel from Catnapped with Dad and DD handcuffed to each other?

Does that mean that ALSO doesn't occur anymore in this timeline?

Holy shit.

To be honest, I'm not that surprised with the bit about Snowman making sure the narrative stays on track. I mean, that's also kind of what she did back when she prevented Quarters from killing SS, right?

And definitely seems to me like an assignment Doc Scratch would give her.

Oh my freaking god, where is this even GOING. xD

Page 45:

Aha, the handcuffs... so this is the main timeline after all?

And if this is taking place prior to the Intermission, SS is fine then, or...?

Page 46:

Aha, and there’s Jasprosesprite^2!

We're caught up now...

Wow... my head hurts though. How does this all fit in with everything?

Does this timeline end up to become the Intermission timeline later? Meaning SS is actually fine, Dad and the others will eventually leave, etc.

Or was it SUPPOSED to become that, but now isn't because Dad punched Slick through the wall?

I'm very curious where this is going next though.

Will Catnapped and Diamonds, Dames & Dads continue separately, will one of both quit, or will both come together in a new story?

[hisgirlwonder]

Heart-Shaped Glasses (Duncan Shepherd x Reader)

Length: 1.1K words Warning: Daddy kink and implied smut Synopsis: Summer days are for laying around, soaking in the pool, and drinking pink lemonade to cool down (but the sun isn’t the only thing that’s hot in this household. Notes: Duncan is Daddy and YN is his baby girl (although their ages are close) who he loves to look after in every way // This started off as an idea for a drabble but I can’t write anything under 1k apparently, plus I kind of want to write a second part 🤷🏻‍♀️

The house is full with a stillness only broken by the sound of Duncan typing away on his laptop; you don’t want to interrupt his workflow but you really, really want to hang out by the pool. Have you done enough for him to say yes?

You pitter-patter your way to his office - Duncan is at his desk doing what you presume is boring adult stuff. You think you’re quiet but obviously aren’t because the sound of fingertips hitting the keys stops and he spins around on his chair to look at you.

“Can I please go into the pool? I’ve done what you asked.”

“Is that so? I better come and look at your play room,” he teases.

*

You’re waiting in the middle of the room and Duncan stands in the doorway. “Do I have to check and make sure all of your clothes are folded?” You shake your head; you always listened to him. He meets you in the middle and swoops you towards him in his arms, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“Can I please go outside now?”

“You certainly can. We have to get you ready though first.”

Duncan trawls through one yours drawers in search of your favourite swimsuit. He finds the one he’s looking for and holds it up proudly. “Let’s get you dressed.”

Once you’re stripped bare, Duncan squats and holds the item of clothing for you to step into, all the while looking up at you dotingly. You step foot by foot into the bathing suit and he pulls it up, along with himself, and stands behind you. You feel as his digits swipe your locks over to one side and then tying the undone strings around your neck into a bow.

He leans across to grab your brush from the dresser then pulls the two hair ties from its handle before sliding them onto his wrist. Duncan proceeds to move fingers through your locks to separate the hair into two equal parts and runs the bristles along your length to untangle any knots, causing goosebumps to prick on the surface of your skin.

You’ve sunk into his touch so much so that you don’t notice he’s finished styling your hair into pigtails until a kiss is planted upon your shoulder and his voice tells you he’s finished but not to go anywhere.

*

He returns as fast as he left with a bottle in hand and you recognise immediately that its sunblock, making your smile suddenly disappear. You hated this part. Duncan squeezes some out of the bottle onto his hands and as he’s slathering it on your skin you start wincing and whining. He’s trying to keep a straight face and stifle a laugh at your reaction while he continues to rub it in, explaining, “We have to do this so my little princess doesn’t get burnt.”

He moves his hands to smear it all over your face, rubbing it in, and you furrow your brows in disgust. You remain tight-lipped about your feelings but Duncan knows exactly how you’re feeling. He exhales and says, “I know it feels icky but you need to wear it.” He swipes the last of it from his thumb over your nose and rubs in it.

“All done. What do you say?” Duncan asks, eyes widened with a hand behind his ear to signal he was listening out for something in particular. You guide your hands over the back of his neck and clasp them together. A sweetly spoken “thank you, Daddy” leaves your lips and Duncan tells you to go and have fun.

As you’re walking away a strong hand of his slaps the flesh of your ass and he notes, “I’ll bring you a popsicle and a drink soon, baby girl.”

*

Clink.

The gate you opened to enter the poolside area shuts behind you and you meander over to your favourite chair. Once you’re seated, you open the drawer on the table to the right and pull out a pair of red heart-shaped sunglasses. You slide them on, lean back in your chair, and close your eyes to focus sunshine soaking into your skin.

It wasn’t too long after that a sound broke your catnap. You drag the sunglasses down your nose with a finger to see Duncan standing before you in a pair of swimming trunks; the sight of him without a shirt on made a certain kind of heat billow between your thighs. You figure at this point you should just take the glasses off, enabling you to see him more clearly, so you take them right off and put the pair back where you found them.

He places the drink of what you presume is pink lemonade on the table with one hand and, with the other, holds out a long, raspberry red popsicle out for you. You grin and thank him as you take it in your fingers.

Duncan sits down on the chair beside you and you begin instantly teasing him about applying sunscreen on himself which makes him laugh; teeth biting into his lower lip in response to the cuteness exuding from your speech.

You decide you want to wade in the pool so rise from your chair onto your feet and travel over to the edge before sitting down and sinking your lower extremities into the water. With your free hand, you pat the ground and purr, “Come here, daddy. The water’s great.”

*

Duncan’s nearly visibly salivating as he’s sat beside you and watching you lick the popsicle in movements remarkably similar to something he’s all too familiar. The sight of that paired with your cute sounds out of enjoyment (and for his own pleasure) drive him crazy. You pull the sweet treat out of your mouth and look at it, then back at Duncan, and back at it again. Suddenly, an invisible lightbulb goes off in your mind.

You press the popsicle to his closed, plump lips and notice some of the red transfer onto them. His eyes stay locked on you and your sight cut between his and where the popsicle is. You notice Duncans (now mildly reddened) lips part, him allowing you to slide some of the length in for him to taste, and you cycle the popsicle in and out repeatedly; almost like you’re the one fucking him instead of usually him fucking you.

A giggle breaks free from the confines of your lungs as you pull the frozen confection (akin to something phallic) from his pretty mouth and slide it back into yours. Your eyes make laps over his body, inspecting every inch, and stop when they fall on his crotch and see the obvious erection; almost failing to hide behind what he’s wearing.

“What’s that?” You query him innocently, playing as if you had no idea, pointing with the popsicle to the bulge begging to be exposed. You break the naivety when you follow this up and smear the melting icy treat over your lips; staining them also with a slight tinge of red.

Duncan’s gagging at this point, ready to fuck your face and fill your throat in punishment of you being such a tease.

“Something Daddy needs help with, princess. Do you want to be a good girl for him?”

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[hommebizarre]

What's It Like To Have ADD?

by Edward M. Hallowell, M.D.

(and some follow-up commentary by me.)

“What is it like to have ADD? What is the feel of the syndrome? I have a short talk that I often give to groups as an introduction to the subjective experience of ADD and what it is like to live with it:

Attention Deficit Disorder. First of all I resent the term. As far as I'm concerned most people have Attention Surplus Disorder. I mean, life being what it is, who can pay attention to anything for very long? Is it really a sign of mental health to be able to balance your checkbook, sit still in your chair, and never speak out of turn? As far as I can see, many people who don't have ADD are charter members of the Congenitally Boring.

But anyway, be that as it may, there is this syndrome called ADD or ADHD, depending on what book you read. So what's it like to have ADD? Some people say the so-called syndrome doesn't even exist, but believe me, it does. Many metaphors come to mind to describe it. It's like driving in the rain with bad windshield wipers. Everything is smudged and blurred and you're speeding along, and it's reeeeally frustrating not being able to see very well. Or it's like listening to a radio station with a lot of static and you have to strain to hear what's going on. Or, it's like trying to build a house of cards in a dust storm. You have to build a structure to protect yourself from the wind before you can even start on the cards.

In other ways it's like being super-charged all the time. You get one idea and you have to act on it, and then, what do you know, but you've got another idea before you've finished up with the first one, and so you go for that one, but of course a third idea intercepts the second, and you just have to follow that one, and pretty soon people are calling you disorganized and impulsive and all sorts of impolite words that miss the point completely. Because you're trying really hard. It's just that you have all these invisible vectors pulling you this way and that which makes it really hard to stay on task.

Plus which, you're spilling over all the time. You're drumming your fingers, tapping your feet, humming a song, whistling, looking here, looking there, scratching, stretching, doodling, and people think you're not paying attention or that you're not interested, but all you're doing is spilling over so that you can pay attention. I can pay a lot better attention when I'm taking a walk or listening to music or even when I'm in a crowded, noisy room than when I'm still and surrounded by silence. God save me from the reading rooms. Have you ever been into the one in Widener Library? The only thing that saves it is that so many of the people who use it have ADD that there's a constant soothing bustle.

What is it like to have ADD? Buzzing. Being here and there and everywhere. Someone once said, "Time is the thing that keeps everything from happening all at once." Time parcels moments out into separate bits so that we can do one thing at a time. In ADD, this does not happen. In ADD, time collapses. Time becomes a black hole. To the person with ADD it feels as if everything is happening all at once. This creates a sense of inner turmoil or even panic. The individual loses perspective and the ability to prioritize. He or she is always on the go, trying to keep the world from caving in on top.

Museums. (Have you noticed how I skip around? That's part of the deal. I change channels a lot. And radio stations. Drives my wife nuts. "Can't we listen to just one song all the way through?") Anyway, museums. The way I go through a museum is the way some people go through Filene's basement. Some of this, some of that, oh, this one looks nice, but what about that rack over there? Gotta hurry, gotta run. It's not that I don't like art. I love art. But my way of loving it makes most people think I'm a real Philistine. On the other hand, sometimes I can sit and look at one painting for a long while. I'll get into the world of the painting and buzz around in there until I forget about everything else. In these moments I, like most people with ADD, can hyperfocus, which gives the lie to the notion that we can never pay attention. Sometimes we have turbocharged focusing abilities. It just depends upon the situation.

Lines. I'm almost incapable of waiting in lines. I just can't wait, you see. That's the hell of it. Impulse leads to action. I'm very short on what you might call the intermediate reflective step between impulse and action. That's why I, like so many people with ADD, lack tact. Tact is entirely dependent on the ability to consider one's words before uttering them. We ADD types don't do this so well. I remember in the fifth grade I noticed my math teacher's hair in a new style and blurted out, "Mr. Cook, is that a toupe you're wearing?" I got kicked out of class. I've since learned how to say these inappropriate things in such a way or at such a time that they can in fact be helpful. But it has taken time. That's the thing about ADD. It takes a lot of adapting to get on in life. But it certainly can be done, and be done very well.

As you might imagine, intimacy can be a problem if you've got to be constantly changing the subject, pacing, scratching and blurting out tactless remarks. My wife has learned not to take my tuning out personally, and she says that when I'm there, I'm really there. At first, when we met, she thought I was some kind of nut, as I would bolt out of restaurants at the end of meals or disappear to another planet during a conversation. Now she has grown accustomed to my sudden coming and goings.

Many of us with ADD crave high-stimulus situations. In my case, I love the racetrack. And I love the high-intensity crucible of doing psychotherapy. And I love having lots of people around. Obviously this tendency can get you into trouble, which is why ADD is high among criminals and self-destructive risk-takers. It is also high among so-called Type A personalities, as well as among manic-depressives, sociopaths and criminals, violent people, drug abusers, and alcoholics. But is is also high among creative and intuitive people in all fields, and among highly energetic, highly productive people.

Which is to say there is a positive side to all this. Usually the positive doesn't get mentioned when people speak about ADD because there is a natural tendency to focus on what goes wrong, or at least on what has to be somehow controlled. But often once the ADD has been diagnosed, and the child or the adult, with the help of teachers and parents or spouses, friends, and colleagues, has learned how to cope with it, an untapped realm of the brain swims into view. Suddenly the radio station is tuned in, the windshield is clear, the sand storm has died down. And the child or adult, who had been such a problem, such a nudge, such a general pain in the neck to himself and everybody else, that person starts doing things he'd never been able to do before. He surprises everyone around him, and he surprises himself. I use the male pronoun, but it could just as easily be she, as we are seeing more and more ADD among females as we are looking for it.

Often these people are highly imaginative and intuitive. They have a "feel" for things, a way of seeing right into the heart of matters while others have to reason their way along methodically. This is the person who can't explain how he thought of the solution, or where the idea for the story came from, or why suddenly he produced such a painting, or how he knew the short cut to the answer, but all he can say is he just knew it, he could feel it. This is the man or woman who makes million dollar deals in a catnap and pulls them off the next day. This is the child who, having been reprimanded for blurting something out, is then praised for having blurted out something brilliant. These are the people who learn and know and do and go by touch and feel.

These people can feel a lot. In places where most of us are blind, they can, if not see the light, at least feel the light, and they can produce answers apparently out of the dark. It is important for others to be sensitive to this "sixth sense" many ADD people have, and to nurture it. If the environment insists on rational, linear thinking and "good" behavior from these people all the time, then they may never develop their intuitive style to the point where they can use it profitably. It can be exasperating to listen to people talk. They can sound so vague or rambling. But if you take them seriously and grope along with them, often you will find they are on the brink of startling conclusions or surprising solutions.

What I am saying is that their cognitive style is qualitatively different from most people's, and what may seem impaired, with patience and encouragement may become gifted.

The thing to remember is that if the diagnosis can be made, then most of the bad stuff associated with ADD can be avoided or contained. The diagnosis can be liberating, particularly for people who have been stuck with labels like, "lazy", "stubborn", "willful", "disruptive", "impossible", "tyrannical", "a spaceshot", "brain damaged", "stupid", or just plain "bad". Making the diagnosis of ADD can take the case from the court of moral judgment to the clinic of neuropsychiatric treatment.

What is the treatment all about? Anything that turns down the noise. Just making the diagnosis helps turn down the noise of guilt and self-recrimination. Building certain kinds of structure into one's life can help a lot. Working in small spurts rather than long hauls. Breaking tasks down into smaller tasks. Making lists. Getting help where you need it, whether it's having a secretary, or an accountant, or an automatic bank teller, or a good filing system, or a home computer, getting help where you need it. Maybe applying external limits on your impulses. Or getting enough exercise to work off some of the noise inside. Finding support. Getting someone in your corner to coach you, to keep you on track. Medication can help a great deal too, but it is far from the whole solution. The good news is that treatment can really help.

Let me leave you by telling you that we need your help and understanding. We may make mess-piles wherever we go, but with your help, those mess-piles can be turned into realms of reason and art. So, if you know someone like me who's acting up and daydreaming and forgetting this or that and just not getting with the program, consider ADD before he starts believing all the bad things people are saying about him and it's too late.

The main point of the talk is that there is a more complex subjective experience to ADD than a list of symptoms can possibly impart. ADD is a way of life, and until recently it has been hidden, even from the view of those who have it. The human experience of ADD is more than just a collection of symptoms. It is a way of living. Before the syndrome is diagnosed that way of living may be filled with pain and misunderstanding. After the diagnosis is made, one often finds new possibilities and the chance for real change.

The adult syndrome of ADD, so long unrecognized, is now at last bursting upon the scene. Thankfully, millions of adults who have had to think of themselves as defective or unable to get their acts together, will instead be able to make the most of their considerable abilities. It is a hopeful time indeed.”

This is so painfully accurate. It’s funny because sometimes I have the thought, “...but am I really ADD?” The answer is yes, Hanna. You’re really fucking ADD. 

Sometimes it’s hard. He describes what it feels like to have ADD using the metaphor, “...it's like listening to a radio station with a lot of static and you have to strain to hear what's going on.” 

Bare with me as I go off-track. I wasn’t diagnosed until I was 19, which is kind of crazy to think about in hindsight. Basically since birth I was “problematic”, “rebellious”, “a huge pain in the ass”, etc. My mother brought me to a psychologist at a fairly young age. She told me that she knew something wasn’t “right” before I could even speak. You would think I would have been diagnosed as a child, but what doctors diagnosed me with was always some sorts of anxiety and/or depressive disorder. It makes sense, because these are things I dealt with and continue to deal with, but now I know that they are just symptoms of the core condition: ADD.

My childhood is blurry. I have more than once described it as the kind of white noise you’d see on a disconnected cable television channel. I described it that way before even knowing I had ADD. Since my diagnosis, I have found more than one similar metaphor from other’s attempting to explain what it is like to have the “disorder.” P.S. I fucking hate calling it a disorder. It sounds bad and I’m not bad, I’m just different. ANYWAY, (lol) it’s fascinating to me to be the way I am and to find people that describe how I feel so accurately. The reason why it’s so fascinating is because It’s easy to feel alone. This whole thing is an incredibly isolating experience for me. 

I still struggle with the fear of others rejecting me because “I’m weird.” It stems from people rejecting me my entire childhood because “I’m weird.” As a 23 year old, I still occasionally experience the “ugh she’s weird” look. I can’t tell if it’s less frequent as I grow older or if I just care less than I once did. Probably a mixture of both. I accept myself more than I ever have, but I still have work to do in the self-love department. Don’t we all? 

As I previously stated, sometimes it’s hard. But as the author explained, people tend to focus on the bad parts. If you look past the few bad parts, you will find an incredible amount of good parts. Upon figuring out what the fuck was even happening, I figured out how to harness my hyperactivity and melded it into productivity. It takes work, and I honestly can’t even tell you how I’ve got where I currently am, but I am living proof that having ADD is more good than it is bad if you can just sift through the bad parts. 

In closing, I would like to thank all the people that accept me for who I am. I know so many people that graciously give me the platform to let my genuine character thrive and that’s honestly all I want out of this life. Having support from those who love me and accept me as I am makes this whole experience a helluvalot easier. 

And to the people who give me dirty looks and think “I’m weird,” grow up already, will ya?

Love,

Hanna