#and instead you write peotry

[this-is-godot]

So, components of ADHD are hereditary. Despite obvious signs I wasn’t diagnosed until very recently. But but but: my parents weren’t even able to notice anything weird because whenever I said I had trouble with XYZ, one or the other knew the problem from themselves and had a homebrew coping method that even worked for some time.

[its-a-pain-having-a-name]

Teach you? Teach you what exactly, err we honestly didn't quite get on what, wait have you seen our other shitposts too??, we sometimes ramble and write random, peotry? We guess it could be considered that maybe just? Like we just write comments then sometimes our brains like no, that's not enough, put more effort in, do more, it may be too much, like we once wrote a comment on a video like we think we remember this from here, this is totally speculation and opinion. But then we were like no that's not good enough, what if we looked it up, sourced our opinions, checked if what we said was true, leave the surmising in but add to it with what we have learned what then? Or what if we wrote large asides to clarify tone, or what if we gave a peice of art the time, not to just comment the quick first thought but develope our thoughts our observations further, those first remarks feel nice to receive but only on a superficial layer what if we took the time to linger to say what we truely think, what we have noticed, like who cares we'll probably not get a reply, so why not try just for the fun of it, is that word too simple sod it we'll replace it to use later! Or maybe we shalln't maybe it wants repeating, slowly, slowly lost in the character who is you isn't you for you are not. Yet you are, you are something yet not it eludes you, so be it.

You know once we played a character, we were talking to a friend, joking about what entities were up in the attic down in the loft, we joked we felt the thing in the attic calling us, such a strong lure, we joked but part of us felt it, it really did, as we opened the door we were nervous though we knew none were there. We felt the fool but that wasn't the character we played yet it was, so we opened the door to the attic crept up, uneven, thin, tall old stair, taking pictures to show what was up there, as they would have. All the while our friend urged us not to go, not to give into the sickly sweet lure of the spider. The fear grew, for what if we were wrong what if the character was us, what if our joking scepticism DREW OUR END. What if the lie was that we weren't actually the character what if it was really true, that we got to the top and instead of an empty loft we found her sat in her web, what if we should be afraid...

Well anyways it's so weird when we feel fear or anger or cold melancholy or crave madness, your undoing, when you break it and suddenly your hit with the meta feeling you are here that was a story/ character, it doesn't exist you must return to yourself and go to your life, if you stay too long try to grasp back into the story hold onto the character it rots, there are so many ways to feel about it but it doesn't change things. Honestly if we were in tma we would be an avatar and accidentally cause a ritual probably. Think it would be spiral adjacent just because of how it works. We've actually imagined (spoken only really, not as much other senses/ qualia our brain has let us work in) so many time what if we were something in TMA, what would we do, too many times have we had daydreams of our becomings in so many flavours, so many ways. We've imagined our domains, powers, forms, personality, it's so fun some of the motifs we've got but we just can't quite write them down well enough or draw the characters.

Lol sorry for the longest ramble, this is what we do, keep typing/ speaking almost never stopping apparently we are an entertaining yapper, welp you'll be the judge of that, ::))

Our mind can be sort of weird and inconsistent, we may also think this type of stuff but never comment it, in promt time or ever, it's fun when we do though

You think I was gone?

as if~

Welcome, I exist here as a thing

You won't know, it's pathetic

You don't know what I was talking about? Good

[strwbwoo]

happily ever before ; wen junhui

cw : fluff , fem reader , intended lowercase , this is like the epilogue of first love , mentions of alcohol, can be read by itself , 650 words

the beginning of freshman year, reserved at first glance but under your shell is a bright girl with a carefree attitude.

your phone screen lit up, with now playing : 寂寞号登机口 on your lockscreen, catching your attention slightly before going back to get your desk ready for class before it starts.

as your doing that another distraction comes along, a big hand is waved infront of your face. adjusting your headphones and eyes now on him or more specifically into his own pair of simple brown eyes, with body language suggesting him to talk he does, “can i sit here?”

given as your eyes skim around the room and somehow there isnt another spot left for him your only answer was, “sure” short, simple, nonchalant sure.

“wen junhui” he says hurriedly as he prepares his own desk with less time given as you did already prepped by now, “yn ln”

✿

new day, same classroom, the same classmate goes, “yn ln”

“wen junhui?” confused on why he said your full name. but he never responds, with a smile on his face as he gets his stuff out for class.

weird.

a week passes by and everyday this happens

“yn ln” “wen junhui” and sometimes small talk after.

✿

your relationship with the classmate further develops when he starts cover the edge of your desk when you bend down to get you pencil.

“be careful” he says still focused on writing the class notes.

and when he brings you banana milk during lunch.

“m’ assumed you forgot your lunch since you came without your lunchbox with the daisy pattern”

and when you do bring lunch, pulls up your sleeve before it gets to your food.

or when your hair is in your way, sliding a hair tie on your desk.

“hurry” is all he whispers once again keeping his focus on notes.

✿

soon after you meet his friends at homecoming, thankful for the friend that invited you to come with them and them ditching you not long after the event started.

hoshi already unstable with slurred speech as if the fruit punch was mixed with alcohol. the outgoing bunch of the 13 boys would have you in a panic if not for jun by your side to reassure you about them and how to handle it.

the disco lights enhanced the way mingyu swayed his limbs as light a flame started playing, suengkwans singing along to very nice with beautiful vocals, and the way jun stared at you with those simple brown eyes as you caught him staring as you two took a break from the group and sat down with a plate of snacks the school provided.

the same brown eyes lit up as moonwalker plays on the speaker, grabbing your wrist with loose grip and letting go as soon as both of you had arrived to the dance floor, only to be pushed into a mosh pit.

a number of people surrounding him yet he smiles all gummy and wide while looking into your eyes as if you were the only person in the whole wide world.

✿

seeing jun before class is a rare sight, yet you find him below a cherry blossom trea, all of his attention on you can only assume a peotry book.

“hey jun!” with a smile on your lips.

jun replies back with a casual, “hi yn!”

the sight of jun floods your mind with your moments with him that occupied your mind most, “im sure we are friends at this point so i wanted to ask..” and now infront of the boy now standing up.

“ask away” as he matches your smile.

“every morning in class you always say my name. why is that?”

the first time you catch his cheeks pink and pretty as he everted his eyes to the blossoms that no longer sit on the tree branches but the grass instead.

jun confessing, “i like how you say my name..”

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