#but i don't like to multitask with like work things because i get easily distracted by other jobs i need to do

[leschanceux]

── little things about the mun !

i'm under 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or more piercings / i have at least one or more tattoos / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / I paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

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tagging: whoever wants this!

[mins-fins]

missa solemnis

&&. it's not everyday that you waltz with the prince that wants to rip out your tongue, but life is just full of surprises.

pairing: lee donghyuck x m!reader

genre: fairly random really, royalty au, enemies(?) to lovers

warnings: explicit language, reader and hyuck threaten each other the whole time, reader and hyuck both suck so bad but they both want each other so bad

word count: 1k

notes: this whole thing is just one scene from a bigger thing i wrote during the christmas break that i scrapped because i didn't think people would read it.. also because i'm not very good when it comes to writing people as enemies, also it was HORRIBLE i almost throw up every time i even glance at that mess 😞 anyway to celebrate nct dream reincarnation royal au i decided to just take this chunk and edit it so now at least it makes a little more sense 😭?? not my best writing truly but prince hyuck has not left my mind, i need to start writing more royal aus

"if i didn't know better, i'd think you wanted to kiss me right now".

there's a taunting tone in your voice that makes donghyuck glare, but he still doesn't get distracted, keeping up the same momentum he's had since you two began dancing no more than a few minutes ago.

there's a few good reasons you assumed he wanted to kiss you, mainly the direct contact he was making with your lips, he looked like he was about to move forward and connect his lips with yours with absolutely no shame, no regard for his reputation, his soon-to-be-wife, or his supposed "hatred" of you.

"you are an absolute moron".

"aren't i correct?"

donghyuck's poker face doesn't falter, no matter how much you tried to get a smile out of him with idiotic comments or jokes. "nope, wrong as always".

you hum at the princes response, somehow able to stay focused on waltzing as the two of you made your way around in a circle. donghyuck will never understand your way of easily multitasking, how you were somehow able to focus on annoying the absolute shit out of him as well as focus on not stepping on his foot at all.

he has to give it to you (begrudgingly though), it's impressive.

"so what is it then, your highness? you were just staring at my lips because you were bored? lost in your head?"

donghyuck's grip on your hand tightens at the sound of you using his title in such a mocking manner, oh he hates you, he hates you so much that if he had to choose, he'd rather kill you himself then have someone else do it.

you piss him off so much, your words piss him off so much, he wants to punch you, he wants to set you on fire and watch you burn, he wants to so badly stomp you into the ground and watch you suffer—

but holy shit you are absolutely gorgeous.

donghyuck can't even deny it, even with how much denial courses through his veins about topics such as this, anyone with two functioning eyes could see that you are just such a work of art. donghyuck can't even blame all the women that flock to the gates of your palace, hoping to score just one date with you.

"i was too busy thinking about the several torture methods that i could put you through".

"ah i am so hurt, you don't love me sweetheart?"

donghyuck has to use every single bit of patience remaining in his body to not step on your foot and leave you in pain on the dance floor.

the only reason he was dancing with you in the first place was because of a promise he made to his mother, his fiancée was off doing something else, gossiping with the servants, he assumes, she did always enjoy that, a favorite activity of hers that he's learned about from observing.

a dance like this should truly only be preserved for lovers, people who can stand each other, a pair who, with all things considered, won't bicker whilst they were supposed to be focusing on the music.

you two, with all things considered, are an example of everything opposite of that, you can't stand each other, you bicker all the time, and you are truly the furthest thing from lovers.

"call me that again and next time your head won't be attached to your body".

"i like to think you threaten me because you love me".

donghyuck snorts, finally, and you felt a surge of pride in your chest, you'd gotten a smile out of him. "your mind must be the messiest place ever.." he resorts to muttering, not knowing what other specific threats he could tell you. "an idiotic one too, do you ever think clearly? logically?"

you hum, displaying a lack of offense at the words. instead, you just lean closer, the distance between you two minimizing. "i only think about you, sweetheart".

a scoff leaves the prince's lips, he's absolutely done with you, but there's still a good minute left to the song, meaning there's still a good minute of you two waltzing in this ballroom left.

"i just cannot wait for this to be over.."

"you don't say!"

your enthusiasm pisses off donghyuck, but he doesn't step on your foot like he wanted, instead pulling you forward harshly, causing for a yelp of surprise to escape your lips. his arm remains around your waist, ensuring that you won't fall, but you two do bump foreheads.

"jesus! are you crazy!?"

there is absolutely no reason for you two to be pressed this close, your fingers still very much intertwined, just one trip up and your lips would touch.

you wonder in your head if donghyuck is slowly regretting his brash decision.

"what? you don't know how to waltz anymore?"

you always find a way to jab at him, comment on something he did, joke about a little things that you knew got under his skin.

oh lee donghyuck absolutely despises you.

that doesn't explain why he still clearly wants to kiss you, though.

"you're just—" he pauses in the middle of his sentence, suddenly very interested in your facial features, features that he could now clearly see up close. "a moron, an idiot".

"as you've said before".

donghyuck doesn't respond anymore after that, the song isn't even done, a good 25 seconds left before it's ending, but donghyuck was clearly done, as he pushed you away, taking in a breath.

"that's enough of you, have a good night your highness".

the words leave his tongue bitterly, his glare is less of a genuine one and more full of mixed emotions, but he doesn't give you any more time to stare at him, just turns around and walks in the direction of his fiancée.

you watch him walk away, and he doesn't make an effort to even save you one final glance.

the song isn't even over yet.

but he's done, very done.

[possumcollege]

Thoughts on Gendered Assessment of ADHD

I read a post this morning on the subject of medical conditions presenting differently in men and women. The main focus was on the presentation of heart attack and stroke, which do have documented, yet often overlooked differences between how they can manifest. That's important to understand and the post made its point well.

One thing that struck me as less than accurate was specifically the inclusion of ADHD as a condition that presents differently in women. It is a fact that ADHD is under-diagnosed in women. I'm not disputing that. What I think needs untangling is why it is under-diagnosed.

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I want to acknowledge and apologize for my use of largely binary gender terminology. I don't like it but so much of the reading on the subject is based around cis/het people that is hard to escape. I'm sorry I don't have the proper shorthand to easily adjust my language here. All presentations and gender identities are valid, and all deserve the best possible care regardless of the terms we were assigned at birth.

I'm also not a doctor but most of us aren't and we still deserve to be treated with dignity and respect.

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ADHD has historically been under-diagnosed for a few reasons. ADHD is often erroneously thought of by laypeople as a behavioral disorder. Possibly one of the reasons its name reflects the way it is perceived rather than how it affects the patent. The popular image of ADHD is a male who is hyperactive, impulsive, twitchy, generally unfocused, and prone to risky behavior.

In many cultures these physical behaviors can be written off as boys being boys, up until they become disruptive or excessive or reach an age where these behaviors are considered more problematic. The bar for what is physically noticeable is higher for boys, and can lead to delayed diagnosis.

ADHD also has cognitive and emotional components that are not so easily observed. This physical vs. mental manifestation is the most commonly cited way that ADHD presents differently in women. I do not believe that is fully accurate, but I'm biased, as I'll elaborate on later.

Women do present these symptoms at comparable rates to men but they tend to go unnoticed for longer because girls are often socialized to be quiet, reserved, and deferential from a younger age than boys. Girls are discouraged from rowdy physicality because it's traditionally considered a masculine trait. Many cultures are simply more permissive of these behaviors in boys. Socialization obscures and encourages masking of physical symptoms in girls, and incidentally masks those symptoms in boys.

The invisible symptoms of ADHD are impaired executive function, struggles with working memory/multitasking, and emotional disregulation. These are too frequently considered side-effects of being a woman in many cultures. Being emotionally labile (changeable or easily affected) and distractable or flighty is "normal" in girls so it is less likely to be observed. The cultural conception of these as feminine traits also leads to them being actively discouraged and masked in boys. It doesn't help that disregulation often manifests as frustration or aggression which, again, is "normal" for boys and men well into adulthood. 😑 Socialization obscures and encourages masking of emotional symptoms in boys, and incidentally masks those symptoms in girls.

Some researchers believe that the deficiency of dopamine and delayed development of cognitive function contributes to overstimulation which can manifest as physical hyperactivity, mental/emotional hyperactivity or both. That internal hyperactivity compounds with the traditionally "inattentive" traits like impaired working memory and exec function. This is why we now have "combined-type" ADHD instead of it being a binary hyperactive or inattentive type. There is also research that considers ADHD to be part of a larger neurodivergent matrix that includes autistic traits but that's bigger thing than I wanted to get into here. What I am saying is that human brains are not that functionally different between men and women and most of the basis for believing they are radically different comes from the age of bloody eugenics.

So while the full range of ADHD symptoms present in both men and women, women are still proportionately considered less reliable in self-reporting of symptoms, and those symptoms are more likely to go unnoticed by others as they are actively suppressed from a younger age.

While men and women can have differing ADHD presentations, a clinician needs to be evaluating the symptoms and their impact on the individual patient without limiting their prognosis by assuming an inherent sex-specific presentation. It should not be appropriate for a doctor to definitively say, "You can't have ADHD because you don't have the symptoms as they present in men."

I feel very strongly about this because it's what happened to me. Those words are permanently etched in my brain because that is the phrase that delayed my own diagnosis and treatment for three years. In those three years I was prescribed over 8 different meds for depression and anxiety that did not treat my depression or anxiety AND gave me a whole parade of debilitating side effects. For three years my mental and emotional state spiraled out of control because I didn't have "Boy's ADHD."

I've struggled with the cognitive and emotional effects of ADHD my entire life. I wasn't particularly hyperactive in the traditional sense but I was anxious as fuck forever. I was considered inappropriately sensitive and emotional. I've never been a big risk taker but I do talk a lot and tend to mirror people around me. In short I didn't have the men's ADHD red flags but I have all of them from the women's list. A competent clinician in this era should be able to make that connection. I'm endlessly thankful that I found a doctor who did.

I always wonder if there's something to the fact that two cis male doctors wrote off ADHD completely but my first female psychiatrist was willing to order neuro-psych testing by the end of our first visit. It was clear to her while the previous doctors weren't willing to consider ADHD until they could "get the depression and anxiety out of the way." I get wanting to clear the imminent threat, then seeing if the mental symptoms improved but they were dismissive of my earliest ADHD concerns and bolstered their assertions by citing my lack of typical male symptoms without even telling me what the atypical symptoms were. I should've asked but alas, I was pretty fucked up at the time. 🤷‍♀️

I generally try not to put so much of myself on the internet but I sincerely believe examples like mine are critical for a better understanding of what our needs are as neurodivergent humans, and for demanding better systems of care and support.

ADHD is a glaring example of the failures that result from narrow and inflexible standards based on archaic notions of how people work. In the beginning, ADHD didn't exist and was treated by hitting children until they behaved properly. Then it exists but it's a behavioral problem with kids and they should be segregated from the normal kids. OK, it's a thing but it only really happens to boys. It happens to boys and girls but not in the same way. Turns out anyone can have ADHD and the symptoms aren't set in stone but we're still going to make getting a diagnosis as difficult as possible and restrict access to most of the drugs that treat it on the assumption that most people just want to abuse stimulants. Progress!

Basing women's care on centuries-old assumptions about women by men is inappropriate and harmful. Basing a black patient's care on historic racial stereotypes is inappropriate and harmful. Basing the care of LGBTQ+ patients on a system that historically pathologized their existence is inappropriate and harmful. Dismissing a mental health patient's concerns and reported history solely because they do not fit a typical gendered presentation is inappropriate and harmful.

This is why the conversation of equality vs. equity must be a priority. Diagnosing every neurodivergent patient by one standard is not reliable because of the complex array of presentations and effects. There are diagnostic screening tests but they are essentially "if you tic 6+ symptoms from section A you may be hyperactive. If you check 6+ symptoms from section B you may be inattentive. If you have at least 6 from each you may be a combo deal." Conditions like these require an individualized approach or countless people will continue to be misdiagnosed or slip through the cracks. We require more doctors, more effort, and better education. There is no streamlining or automation that will make this more effective. The potential for harm here is immense and made even more difficult to address by the persistent belief that real ADHD is rare.

Ignorance and inertia are liabilities in healthcare. Without continually updating the best practices and procedures we'd be stuck with bloodletting, miasmas, and choleric humors. We'd still be operating on babies without anesthesia. That's not a widely seen practice now because doctors did finally agree they should stop in the late 1980s. In the US. Doctors around the world still regularly under-medicate black patients based on beliefs that their pain tolerance is higher than white people. That myth is so pervasive that it's often used to justify excessive force by police officers against black suspects. Trans youth can be denied life-saving support if they can't meet the standards of people who do not believe they exist. The neglect and abuse these myths enable are horrific.

Inhumane treatment should never be excused because a patient didn't tic all the correct boxes.

[fizzytoo]

lying, ghost, crying, anger, sleeping, shaved ice, maple leaf and see no evil for anyone u want and milky way for adrien, rua & rosa <33

THANK YOU ILY<33333 im answering under the cut 🦔

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

Juliette!- she's an okay liar. like she has her moments where she's gotten away with some tiny lies which really makes her overestimate her abilities 😭 it's harder for her to get away with bigger lies when you know her. she becomes even more animated than she normally is and she plays with her hands.

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences," if any?

Rosa!- yes, 100% she'll tell you the story of when she was a kid growing up in her grandparents' old farmhouse and the ghost she SWEARS she saw in the upstairs bathroom. she only saw it once, but once was enough to scare her from going to the bathroom at night.

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

Adrien!- Adrien's a frustrated crier. if he feels like he's being misunderstood, or if something just isn't working out like he thought—he'd cry. They're hot, angry tears he tries hard to hide.

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

Adrien!- despite his put-together appearance, Adrien's pretty disorganized. Among other things, he constantly forgets to close the fridge or and turn off the lights after being the last one in a room. his hair-ties and bobby pins are all over the house, and his clothes and shoes are a mess where they're kept. He tries to multitask but ends up getting distracted halfway through. Rua's the neater of the two so it was something he had to get used to.

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

Rosa!- she can't fall asleep just anywhere. she has to be in her bed and in her comfy clothes. Rua!- loves to fall asleep to music. He has a sleep playlist that now even Adrien needs him to play before bed. He likes to chat with Adrien while the music plays softly in the background. Danny!- Danny, in classic dad fashion, can sleep anywhere. Catch him dozing off in the morning while he's preparing coffee before work. Adrien!- He loves a good nap, especially one on their new sofa in the afternoon when the sun is peeking through the curtains (very catlike of him ‼️). At night, he loves the sleep while holding Rua :3

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

Rosa!- She used to have a little fox plushie as a baby. It was faded, torn, but well loved. When she had Adrien, she had it fixed and gave it to him! Eventually, he'll give it to Amaya :(

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

Danny!- He loves the fall. More than the season, he loves preparing for a new class of kids. He loves back-to-school shopping. This year, he got a new classroom so he can't wait to get it ready.

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

Adrien!- He tries to carry himself with so much confidence, but it's a front. He's anxious and has a lot of self-doubt. He's insecure about his appearance and even a little insecure about his relationship.

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

Rosa!- I wanted a sim with a bright, warm personality. I wanted a sim who was confident and full of love despite being burned. Adrien!- A lot of Adrien's character building came from his in-game personality. He was a silly kid who loved his family and loved to be surrounded by people. Because he was raised by his single mother, who is just as bright and fun as he is, I wanted him to take on a lot of her traits. Rua!- He was supposed to be a very flirty sim, and in a way he still is. A hot guy that Adrien worked with who was unaware of how pretty he was and just very endearing. He went through so many different drafts before I decided on how he should look.

[eldritchsurveys]

1190.

Questions inspired by the Big Five Personality Traits (OCEAN) A themed survey by Guia from scyphozoan

OPENNESS TO EXPERIENCE

1) What was the last new and exciting experience you’ve had? >> I built a PC in February. The new-and-exciting quality of this experience was unfortunately tempered by the fact that I tend to become very attached to computers, and building one is a real fast-track to that sort of attachment. This was a downer because the PC I was building was for Sparrow, not me. (There's also the disappointment in that I always thought the first PC I would build would be my own, but I never could afford a custom build. You always want your first time to be perfect, y'know.) 2) What culture interests you the most? When was the last time you experienced a culture that is the opposite of your own? >> All cultures interest me, because all culture is interesting. The very concept of culture and how it is molded by history, time, evolution, etc is endlessly fascinating. As much as I don't like it, even USAmerican culture is interesting -- even if sometimes that interestingness is negative or has negative roots (the foundational impact of slavery, for example). That's not unique to the US, anyway. I'm not sure what constitutes a cultural experience (aside from major things like actually going to another country). Does media count? Hmm.

3) What pushes you out of your comfort zone? Do you remember the last time you opted to stay within it instead? >> A "comfort zone" being seen as a thing one should always be seeking to escape is a fraught one to me, as a complexly traumatised individual, so I don't really use it. I just do what feels good at the time and leave it at that. 4) What's the most unique or exotic food you've tried? >> I don't know how to determine this. What makes something more unique or exotic than something else?

5) What change or new experience would you like to have in your life in the next year? >> I don't know. Making a friend or two? Like, a legit one, not something casual and circumstantial? That would be novel.

CONSCIENTIOUSNESS

6) Is there a specific routine — small or big — that you never fail to follow in your daily life? >> Never fail? I doubt it. I do have routines, of course, but they can never be set in stone. I generally make a hot beverage (tea usually, but I've been incorporating coffee lately) every morning. But some mornings I don't, for various reasons (going out to a coffeeshop instead, for example, or really not being in the mood for something hot).

7) How are you with deadlines? >> Incorrigible. Having a deadline imposed on me is a surefire way to ensure that the thing won't get done at all.

8) If you are working, how do you prioritize and manage your tasks on a typical day? If you don’t work, how do you go about planning or going through your day? >> I plan my days very loosely, prioritising checking in with myself periodically to make sure my needs are being met. Basically, I do what I want. "What I want" is an nuanced and endlessly varying property, and sometimes it even includes household tasks.

9) Do you use any tools/apps/websites to stay organized? >> Obsidian (extremely robust writing/organisation app) and Tasks (simple listmaking phone app) are my ride-or-dies for this. 10) How easily distracted are you? What things are likely to cause you distractions, and how do you refocus? >> I am very easily distracted by sensory input, but this is easily solved by using defensive tactics (noise-cancelling headphones, sunglasses, the like). I also don't attempt to multitask, because I know that doesn't work for me.

EXTRAVERSION

11) When was the last time you were part of a large gathering? >> Well, there were a lot of people at the park I went to to watch the eclipse? I don't know, the only other thing I can think of is a concert, and the last concert I went to was at a club, so not very large of a gathering. As you can probably infer, I don't do large gatherings if I can help it.

12) What makes social gathering enjoyable for you? >> Hmm. When it revolves around a special interest or hyperfixation so I have plenty of opportunity for enthusiastic engagement with other people about a thing I actually care about. When it's on the small side and being held in a quiet place without a lot of competing stimuli. When I'm not required to do a bunch of shit I don't like, like icebreakers.

13) Are you likely to accept spontaneous invitations? If yes, when was the last time you did? If not, how do you turn them down? >> Assuming "spontaneous invitation" means like, a random invite out at short notice (like "hey we're going to x restaurant tonight, want to come?")... I can't even remember the last time I got one of these. To assess it from a hypothetical standpoint... I mean, I think I'm most inclined to decline a short-notice invitation because I have a certain rhythm to my days and new experiences have to be incorporated into that rhythm ahead of time so I can prepare for it. But declining it would still suck because I so rarely do anything and the lost opportunity would weigh on me. 14) Are you more likely to be the first to introduce yourself to people or wait until introduced or approached by others? >> If I have something to say, I just go ahead and say it. Just introducing myself to someone doesn't seem like a compelling reason to approach someone, though? For me, I mean. Like, I need to have something else to say other than my name :V Otherwise, why would they care? IDK.

15) How often or how much do you need to recharge after being in a highly social situations? >> I always need significant quiet alone time after being in a social situation.

AGREEABLENESS

16) When was the last time you offered to help someone? >> Uh... hmm. Long time ago? I'm just rarely in this position in the first place.

17) When working with a team, how likely are you to raise concerns or opposing opinions? >> Likely. 18) Was there a time when you found it difficult to feel sorry for someone? >> I mean, I don't really feel sorry for people in the first place. So... always? But also not, because I'm not "finding it difficult", I'm just not having the impulse. I'm not vexed by that. 19) Did you ever feel like your kindness was being taken advantage of? >> Sure. Because it was.

20) Name someone you have forgiven. Did they turn out to be worth your forgiveness? .

NEUROTICISM

21) How self-aware are you of your own stress and anxiety levels? Do you have early-warning signs that you typically try to watch out for? >> Extremely self-aware, out of necessity. My well-being would quickly spiral out of control if I didn't keep a close eye on things and adjust accordingly. This, ironically, can be its own source of stress sometimes, lol, but. I do have warning signs, stuff like sudden irritability, certain thought patterns that seem to come out of nowhere, gut pain, etc. I feel like I discover new warning signs all the time.

22) What are your tried and tested methods for mood improvement? >> I have learned that chasing mood improvement is counterproductive for me. I do need to just sit with whatever I'm experiencing and let it pass over me and through me. My body needs to trust that we can feel whatever we're feeling without it becoming a Huge Fucking Deal that upends our life and lasts forever and ever. The more I commit to doing that, the more naturally a mood shift eventually occurs. But I can't chase it.

23) Is there a commonly suggested method, practice or habit that you don’t find to be effective for yourself? >> Oh, probably. I can't think of one off the top of my head, though. 24) Is there anything / anyone / any place you now actively avoid in order to keep your inner peace? >> Same answer as last question, lol. The thing about avoiding stuff is, you know -- out of sight, out of mind. It's harder to remember something if I'm not engaging with it. 25) What do you think of when you have to think happy thoughts? >> Why would I have to do that? Oh, like, if I was literally in Peter Pan and was trying to fly? Then... I guess I would think about Can Calah.

[psych0l0gical-effects]

U9A2 TUE MAR 28

Content:

-The internet doesn't make you constantly distracted (just easily accessible) nor does it make you psychotic (at least on its own) nor does it make you stupid (it may change how we retrieve - ie knowing how to search for it but not knowing what it is - but not knowing trivial facts doesn't make one stupid)

-The Internet is changing the way we store and access information, but this does not necessarily have a negative impact on memory

-While the Internet may be changing our brains, society tends to adapt to new technologies, and our brains will likely continue to rewire themselves to optimize efficiency on the net

-Internet use should only be a worry if it impedes on practiceing other life skills. ie) if facebook users stopped communicating in person, yeah we should worry but that isnt happening.

-headlines claiming that certain activities can "rewire" the brain should be approached with skepticism, as they are often oversimplified or misrepresented

-little evidence that attention spans are shrinking

-Brookes Multi-tasking (1968) experiment: I am terrible at multitasking!

-Dont text and drive!

-Task switching - do one thing at a time, two things cause subpar quality

-People can get good at multitasking performance, however, it usually only benefits the said trained tasks and doesn't transfer to untrained tasks

-prolonged attention to a single task hinders performance, not loss of attention because we are always paying attention to something

-everything we do affects our brains, no evidence that our attention span has changed, millennials and Gen Z are better at multitasking

-taking short breaks on the internet improves attention to the task

-internet-based video games typically only train specific areas of the brain and don't impact attention span

-if two tasks are similar in nature, they are usually not good candidates for multitasking

Reflection:

I can definitely relate to feeling constantly distracted by the internet. But according to today's readings, the internet doesn't make us distracted, it's just easily accessible. So at the end of the day, it's up to me to manage my internet use and not let it interfere with other important tasks. I've also heard people say that the internet is making us dumber and messing with our memory. But the readings point out that the way we store and access information is just changing, and it doesn't necessarily have a negative impact on memory. Our brains are adaptable! And while multitasking is something I used to pride myself on, research shows that it actually leads to subpar work. Thus, I'm going to try to focus on one task at a time from now on. One thing to note for me: short breaks on the internet can actually improve my attention to tasks!! Take breaks Tess!

[ranboo5]

Ranboo is mid-silver to low gold depending on the day. I stand by most of what I said re him being mostly a Toss main, liking specialist units, having some weird starts in its back pocket, and being prone to getting lost in microing units and floating 3K minerals

More things though: he will alternately get got by early aggression etc because of the reverse multitask fail where they build a lot of infrastructure etc and then forget to amass actual forces. It fails at a lot of large engagements because it is just straight up not prepared for that specifically, even though it's not bad at unit control principles like concaves and not getting surrounded, and when to not overextend

This is exacerbated by the fact that while they are pretty good ABOUT scouting and while he's not bad at it in itself sometimes they will just read their scouting information wrong or overreact. Type of guy to start three cannons in every base upon seeing a dark shrine start going down. And then throw in the fact that most of its sense for what units counter what is not actually that good

It develops as time goes on though. They spend time in the unit tester semi frequently and start to get better at recognizing that. On a similar source they probably have a pretty solid opening build order

But also they are building void rays to counter vikings in the meantime.

They don't have any air upgrades because he forgor.

He also isn't great at army synergy or committing to a specific tech tree. Man why are you getting Psi Storm when you have 0 high templar on the map. You still don't have Charge. Your zealot runby is dying

Silver league cannons

Type of guy to walk his DT into detection and make a miraculous escape on two HP

Also every so often can pull a WICKED fast one on its opponent in the form of a proxy or some fucked up hidden base bullshit. Making hidden bases work is some insane shit

Between some srs cheese skills and actual sense for unit control/micro and scouting it's a shame those struggles with managing everything, unit synergy and counters, propensity to panic, and distraction are keeping him in low gold

Techno is mid-high masters. He's a good strategist and pretty solid. He also talks to himself while playing quite a bit. Stand by him being tactically decent but easily overwhelmed, and by him mainig Terran I think, but I think that's less of a margin than I stated earlier; I don't think his Zerg and Protoss r too far behind

He also has a propensity to panic a little, but less so not knowing what to do and more, like, overbuilding

Type of guy to pour too much into production. Takes too many gases too early. Stuff like that. None of it is too bad, but there's an amt of overcautiousness there

It's a difficulty of balancing aggression and safe play and it makes him especially weak in the earlier game; Techno would much rather drag you into lategame. This may have smth to do with the fact that he cannot emotionally handle playing more than two games on a good night

The OP turtle Terran you were warned about

You KNOW he has his siege tank positions on point

Quackity is silver 3 so Techno doesn't run into him on the ladder but if they did somehow Quackity would 12pool him

Remember how I wasn't happy with my ladder headcanons. I have slightly refined ones now

[cancerfairy]

𝙶𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝙲𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎

☘︎︎ will tell your business to other people

☘︎ extremely observant

☘︎ but usually have the memory of a guppy

☘︎ if they have cancer placements their memory is probably better tho

☘︎ they tend to remember really random facts or events

☘︎ will trauma dump then either forget that they told you or just act normal the next day

☘︎ they talk very fast

☘︎ their mind is never quiet

☘︎ wouldn't be surprised if they had insomnia

☘︎ they start things but then never finish them or forget about them

☘︎ these people love poetry and writing

☘︎ usually the type to exceed the writing limit on tests or something

☘︎ they make so many spelling errors tho since their mind is so rushed

☘︎ thoughts come into their heads and leave just as quickly

☘︎ probably have tons of journals/diaries

☘︎ tried a planner once but realized it was never gonna work out

☘︎ they might find it difficult to have a set schedule

☘︎ they get distracted sooo easily

☘︎ have a hard time focusing on movies/shows

☘︎ all they do is ramble <3

☘︎ can quickly detach from their emotions

☘︎ but they're surprisingly emotional especially if they have fire/water placements

☘︎ they find it hard to cry tho

☘︎ need need need to talk out their feelings or write them out

☘︎ wanted to write a book at some point in their life

☘︎ they ask so many questions omg

☘︎ prone to intrusive thoughts and anxiety

☘︎ very funny people and act childish in a good way

☘︎ they're really good at impressions

☘︎ probably have so many playlists

☘︎ great at multitasking but it can become overwhelming sometimes

☘︎ these people send so many memes

☘︎ also the types to have a camera roll full of memes or reaction pics

☘︎ double/triple/quadruple testers

☘︎ i feel like these people like true crime stories/shows

☘︎ gossip girl enthusiasts!

☘︎ they have so many hobbies and probably can't find the time to fit all of them in one day

☘︎ literally always use emojis

☘︎ they either text exactly how they speak or they're an entirely different person when texting

☘︎ can simply shut off their emotions when it becomes too much

☘︎ because their moon is ruled by mercury their pretty good at expressing their feelings verbally

☘︎ great listeners but sometimes it feels like they're in a rush to get their point across

☘︎ always trying something new

☘︎ for some reason they really like talking otp (especially the older ones)

☘︎ they have soo many connections as in they know a lot people

☘︎ they hide their emotions through humor

☘︎ they literally know everything about everyone don't ask how

☘︎ cannot keep a secret to save their life unless they earth placements

☘︎ very much always in their heads thinking

☘︎ they say the most random things

☘︎ you'll know they like you if they cry in front of you or if they talk shit about their other friends to you

☘︎ you'll also know they like you when they remember little things about you since i swear some of their memories are just... sigh

☘︎ if they constantly talk to you or look for you then they definitely like you bc gemini moons jump from person to person all the time

☘︎ they always seem like they're in a rush to do things

☘︎ the types that have to write down their passwords

☘︎ they repeat themselves a lot sometimes like a broken record

[bonnymori]

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

Word count: 1200+

Contents/Warnings: (1) Fushiguro Megumi x gn!Reader (2) Classic training but no fighting scene I apologise (3) A... dirty humor joke? (4) Idiot in love cough cough (5) Laidback romance, this may become a pattern on my fanfiction :3

A/N: Hello, I introduce myself as Hara! This is my very first written piece! I would like to apologise for any typos, english is not my first language; that being said, I hope this works out alright! :)

It's around mid afternoon, the sky painted in a vibrant blue with multiple clouds scattered around, Fushiguro recalls having started training right after lunch; he politely declined Maki's suggestion of training together, it wasn't about strength or fighting hand to hand today, the struggle was his shikigami. Lately, he's been having problems over teamwork - before, he thought such a thing was impossible, since all of the shikigami were under one will alone, being his. Yet the amount of times the divine dogs have bumped into eachothers, sometimes Nue would simply skip past the target, not paying attention to it at all.

Or perhaps, he himself was to blame. Fushiguro likes thinking about you, more than he'd admit, but now it's starting to distract for real. That's what he need, to think of you- I mean, concentration! And maybe, new group attacks, that would do nicely, too.

He's been beating a tedious dummy for a hour and half now, maybe more. After managing to make up a combo or two, he sits down on the grass, just to breathe for a moment. Breathing is nice, he observes as the divine dogs go slack like their owner, now playing around with one another rather than chewing the dummies stuffing. His black and white snake is watching the banter between the canine shikigamis, tongue coming in and out just like a real snake. Nue settles upon the dummies ragged body, eyes closed- peacefully enjoying sunbathing. Fushiguro had no idea they were so lively until now, now he knew why people constantly asked if they could pet his shikigami.

He glances down at the frog supporting his arm, it's like they enjoy just laying on grass, just breathing like him.

"How many buddies out! Are you training today, Fushiguro?"

At the sound of your voice, you bet his lips casually turn upwars in a casual yet small smile. Kugisaki saw it from distance once, says she it's almost a robotic response.

"Yes, I'm training their cooperation." Fushiguro replies, swiftly getting up. He notices the frog from earlier making a beeline to you, as if to say hello.

So you crouch down and pets it briefly, smiling at the small creature.

"That ought to be hard, specially with a innefective dummy." You approach its remains, chuckling at all the stuffing and cloth scattered around. "Make me your target instead!"

Say what?

"I uh, come again?"

"I'll do the running and dodging, it's much practical this way!"

He has trouble accepting that, even if it's true. You mean more than an ally on his heart, and besides, that's some Itadori-level-recklessy. So he groans, slightly irritated and obviously, worried for your safety. "You'll get hurt."

"Don't we get hurt everyday? Even if there is an accident, I know you'll call them out and help me quickly, you notice things fast."

He does, Fushiguro would help you in a heartbeat- probably faster.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, lash out on me!"

Putting 'lash' and 'me' in the same phrase got heat rising on his ears, but he complied nonetheless. "Just letting you know, I'll stand here and the shikigami attacks."

You protest. "Wouldn't it be better if you fought among them?"

"For today, I'd like to focus on their compatibility only."

"Oh, got it! Next time we can work on the latter option then!" Next time. He wants there to be a next time.

Even though you're the one troubling his mind in battles, he's head over heels. He remembers when it all started, your relationship is basically pools worth of quality time. You came along with Itadori, tangled into the mess back in Sendai. Strangely, Fushiguro clicked with you even faster than Itadori- your collected personality was a great factor, even though you are just as cheerful as the cherry boy.

"You're spacing out, what's up?"

Fushiguro's gaze snapped up to meet yours, realizing his mistake. "Ah, nothing, let's start." His hands folded as your guard rose, so it begun. If you noticed his lame excuse, you didn't comment about it.

The ravenette was pleasantly relieved how easily you could deceive and dodge his attacks, his shikigami may leave a tear or two on your clothes, that he didn't have to worry about, because they're easily fixable. Naturally, the toughest for you to dodge was mostly his snake, sometimes Nue would surprise you from above, nothing you couldn't handle. He started intensing up using the combined attacks, and immediately noticed your faltering steps, earning a bruise on your calf. Although neither he or you stopped, adrenaline rushing through veins nonstop.

You somehow finished training with a bite mark over your forehead, not deep enough to be worth worry. The instant your bodies came to slack, his shikigami ran to you like little children lost in a supermarket. At this point, it was pratically multitasking, to pet both demon dogs while trying not to run out of breath having Orochi wrapped around your midsection. Megumi flushed over the affectionate antics, knowing they were a manifestation of feelings within himself.

Now, you and Fushiguro are spawled on the training field, neither showered, coated with sweat sticking to your clothes, but it didn't matter much.

"I never realized, just how many cursed energy do you have? It's surprising how many shikigami you kept our for this long time." Fushiguro heard you shifting to sit up, and followed you up.

"A bunch." It was not a creative nor informative answer, but you took it in with a smile on your face anyway.

He watched you get up to fetch a drink, careful to not trip over the shikigami also scattered around -- Fushiguro always 'forgot' to put them away next to you.

You handed him a strawberry yogurt box, the same drink also sat in your hands. "Well then, why are you spacing out so much these days? You can be honest with me."

'She's oblivious enough, I'm in need of advice, it's convenient.' So he thought, figuring if he disguised it enough, you wouldn't be able to tell. It's not a big deal if you did, though, saves time actually.

"Something's on my mind, and it troubles me during fights."

"Simple, you can just come in terms with it."

He glanced down, "Why?"

"The sooner the better, when you accept something, it comes at ease on your mind. I'm a hundred percent sure it works!" You gave him a thumbsup, slurping on the pink drink.

"Such faithful source."

"I'm sure it does! The thought keeps coming back because you're denying it, am I wrong?"

Not really, no. Fushiguro wants to keep it as friendship for the sake of your both careers within the jujutsu world; he knows it's dangerous, yet a part of him just wants to say 'fuck it', like if he had the guts to. The ravenette thinks it's a way too much generic way to describe what he feels, but it's the easiest, so he goes with it anyway. The back of his brain fears rejection, part of the reason why he hasn't made a move yet.

"I'll try it out."

"Good!" And you're always supportive no matter what, to the point it charms him more and more everyday.

For now, he's okay keeping it platonic. But, when the day after tomorrow comes, he just might confess.

[shadowsinger11]

You, The Stars And I

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k (oops)

Requested by @amira3113: Can I request a fic abt the reader seeing Fred and George comforting a kid after Umbridge punished him and the reader helps them and Fred thinks it's so cute what she is doing and she does the same and extra mega fluff, pls?🥺 you don't gotta do it if u don't want to btw.. so no pressure ;)

Warnings: A bit more angst than intended, Fred being a soft boi™️

A/N: I don't know how to feel, I just roasted myself hardcore with this and I'm feeling even more single. I'm sorry for not being able to use a 'keep reading' tab

Masterlist

The sun fell asleep behind the endless hills, enveloped by dense, opaque darkness. Its golden rays no longer shone through the wide windows of the castle and instead let shadows creep into the long, empty hallways, revealing the ugly truth about what the school had turned into over the past few months.

The naked walls stood tall, towering over you and inching closer with every step you took, and you hung your head low, aiming to block out the singular buzzing thought in your head.

Hogwarts was no longer home.

Your heart ached at the memory of hundreds of students chattering and laughing all day long, freely walking around the school grounds and simply being children. You so terribly missed being careless and having fun without the fear of potentially facing a life-threatening punishment.

But now there was no laughter, only your footsteps echoed in the hallway.

You were headed straight to your common room, determined to go to sleep early. The curfew and the dozens of new restrictions prevented you from meeting your friends, and you hoped that sleep would at least somehow distract you from your worries for a couple of hours.

The deafening silence nearly caused you to miss the muffled sobs and quiet whispering, coming from a turn not far away. It seemed as though there were more than one voice speaking, and your chest clenched with dread.

You hurried your pace until you reached the source of the noise, and peeked from behind the wall.

The sight most definitely surprised you, but the pain in your chest only sharpened.

There, on a bench, Fred and George were sitting, hunched over a small boy, probably no older than a second year. You could tell by his green robes which house he was in, but his red, tear-stained face was what alarmed you.

You immediately approached him and fell to your knees. George was on his left, rubbing slow, soothing circles on his back, while Fred was on the other side, holding his small hand in his, on the back of which a few words glistened with fresh crimson blood.

I must not ask questions.

You sent the twins a questioning look, but Fred dismissed it by shaking his head; clearly that was not the time for an explanation, nor was one necessary to begin with.

You placed a hand on the boy's knee to make your presence known.

"Hey. How are you feeling?"

This only caused the child to sob harder and you internally cursed for having to go through this routine.

"It hurts…" he whimpered, "I thought Hogwarts was fun. I met friends last year and it was great. But now… Now I really want to go home."

Your jaw clenched and you swallowed hard, furious about seeing innocent children slowly losing faith and joy in life, turning into hollow shells of the amazing people they could have grown to become.

The horrifying experience would inevitably have a massive impact on them and unexplainable guilt twisted your stomach. And even though the long-term damage had already been done, you could at least take care of the temporary pain.

"It's not going to hurt for long, I promise," Fred whispered, tenderly playing with the boy's trembling fingers. "Ours are already fading."

"That's true, see?" George showed the back of his hand on which you could make out the faint, bloody words 'I must not cause trouble.', and you felt sick. "Soon you won't even remember it was there."

Tears stung in your eyes, but before you gave them a chance to fall, you turned to the redheads.

"I can heal the wound. Well, to an extent. If anything, I can lessen the pain," you began. "But I need to grab something from the Charms classroom."

Fred frowned, confused, "Wouldn't you need a potion for that? Why Charms?"

"Snape isn't the only one armored with potions for just in case things go wrong. And we can't risk going to the dungeons at this hour. It's not wise to tell Madam Pomfrey yet either."

The twins nodded. George said.

"It's not a good idea for all of us to go at once. I suggest one of us returns and covers the others up if necessary."

"I'll go with her," Fred stated without a second thought. "I can get them safely where they need to be, let her do her thing and bring them back."

Fred's eagerness to help filled you with warmth and for once that night you had the strength to smile, even for just a second.

"That sounds like plan then. But you should really take the map," George added, already pulling out the neatly folded Marauder's Map from his backpack. "Don't wanna risk getting caught by the ugly toad, you know."

"As if she'd be strolling down the hallways late at night. Doesn't she have hobbies?"

"Does hanging creepy pictures of cats on pink walls count as such?" you commented and the second year giggled, which made you feel slightly better as well.

Fred took the map from George and you grabbed the boy's hand.

"Good luck, guys. And, like, don't die."

"Woah, greatly encouraging, Georgie," you replied sarcastically, but appreciated it nonetheless. "You sure you'll be fine?"

"Absolutely. I got the route memorized like the back of my hand. I'll be careful."

And with that, George headed towards the Gryffindor Tower while you, Fred and the boy went in the opposite direction - the East Towers.

The night was eerily quiet, only the footsteps and shuddering breaths of the three of you keeping you sane. The soft light, gleaming at the tip of your wands, didn't do much to brighten the empty hallways which now seemed like endless voids of darkness.

Occasionally Fred would warn you about Filch's cat approaching, or Peeves causing trouble nearby, but fortunately, you reached the classroom sooner than expected.

"Alohomora," you whispered, but the door didn't bulge when you tried to open it.

Fred grinned, "Surely a Charms professor wouldn't let such a cliché unlock his own classroom."

"Shut up," you grumbled. "Aberto!"

The door opened. Fred's eyes widened in amusement and you flashed him a charming smile on your way in.

You placed the boy to sit on a desk as you and your friend rushed to look through drawers and chests for something useful. Most of them were full of basic items such as old books and quills, half-full jars of salamander blood, pearl dust and gillyweed, and after long fifteen minutes of not having found anything, you slid your back down against the wall, sighing in frustration.

Sleep-deprivation was kicking in, but your anxiety was getting stronger.

You needed to do something. Fast.

"What about this chest right here?" Fred asked from the other side of the classroom, pointing at something under Flitwick's desk.

You shook your head, "Doesn't open, already tried. Even if the cure is there, we can't get it."

"I take it your brilliant spells don't work anymore?" the redhead teased and you so badly wished to slap away the cocky smirk on his face. Or kiss it. There was something oddly attractive about the way he'd set your nerves on fire, and you hated yourself for enjoying it. Fred seemed to love it too.

"If you're only here to be annoying, just leave."

"I'm here to help too. I can multitask."

You nearly jumped from the ground to strangle him, and he clearly saw through your intentions because his toothy grin almost split his face in two. That bastard.

That super annoying, devilishly handsome bastard.

"Are you gonna keep staring at me, or are you coming? Not that I mind the attention," he shrugged.

You rose to your feet and made your way over to where he was standing, not granting him the pleasure of facing him, "Don't flatter yourself, Weasley. Your stupidity is simply impossible to be unnoticed."

Fred laughed, "Oh, so I was annoying and now I'm stupid too? Make up your mind, woman."

You pulled out your wand and smirked at him over your shoulder.

"You said it yourself that you can multitask. Aberto!"

Nothing.

Fred squinted his eyes as he stared at the wooden chest. What spell could the professor have possibly used? Could you have even heard of it? The chances of ever finding the precious item were becoming grimmer with each passing second and the inevitable sense of dread had started to settle in.

After a minute Fred finally spoke.

"I think your problem is that you're using spells that only work on doors. You need a charm which unlocks containers."

"You might be right. What would that be then?" you enquired, glancing at the redhead. He took his own wand out of his robes.

"I know a spell that's come in handy before. Hopefully it will work now," he wettened his lips and said. "Cistem Aperio!"

Blinding light caused you to cover you eyes,  and the chest opened with a loud thud which could have easily alerted the entire floor of your presence if it wasn't for the silencing charm you were lucky to have used when you first entered the classroom.

You finally dared to open your eyes and kneeled on the ground, carefully rummaging through fancy-looking boxes and vials sparking with liquids that seemed to be quite important.

"What are we looking for?" Fred asked as he crouched next to you.

"Wound-Cleaning Potion. Purple."

It was weird having Fred stand this close to you; sparks of electricity would pierce your heart every time his shoulder brushed against yours, or his fingers would accidentally graze yours. And when they did, they had you longing more and more for their touch, for their warmth.

But this warmth did not belong to you.

You swallowed down the disappointment and instead attempted to focus on the task at hand.

Just as you had expected, the precious crystal bottle was carefully wrapped in sparkling cloth and placed inside a box that was hidden deep in the corner of the chest. You breathed a sigh of relief and got on your feet, determined to stay away from Fred. For his sake and yours.

"Here it is," you smiled at the boy as you walked over to him. "Fred, can you get me some bandages from the drawer in the back?" you asked, pointing right behind him, and he did as he was told.

You took the hand of the young Slytherin and examined it closely - the wound was sure to leave a nasty scar, one that would never heal.

"Can you make it disappear?" he asked, fearfully.

Your heart dropped. But you replied with all the courage you could muster.

"I can try."

Fred was soon by your side and placed the medical items on the desk; a half-full packet of cotton, some bandages and a small box of bandaids. You muttered a 'thanks', not even looking at him, and opened the middle-sized bottle. It spread a characteristic smell of ashes, mint and lemon when you lifted it towards your nose - it was ready to use.

"So what now?" Fred asked.

Not granting him a reply, you simply took a small piece of the cotton and dipped the opening of the bottle into it, soaking it with a generous amount of the purple, dense liquid. The smell grew stronger.

Fred could only watch as you yet again gently grabbed the boy's hand and carefully dabbed the back of it; a thin steam of smoke soared from the contact of wet cotton and wounded flesh, purple mixing with red, and the kid hissed in pain. You worked attentively but quickly, with measured gestures and a straight face, and you missed the way Fred's eyes seemed to soften at the sight of you helping a small kid.

But one thing baffled him - why did you suddenly start acting so emotionless? Even towards the youngling who didn't know a thing. And though your expression seemed calm and collected, the Gryffindor noticed your tensed jaw.

What he wasn't aware of, however, was the racing speed of you heart, increasing each second. He wasn't aware of the short, shallow breaths you were taking because if you had allowed yourself to breathe freely, you'd certainly let out tears along with the deeps sighs.

Every move was calculated, every word and breath.

You pressed a fresh piece of cotton against the now cleaned wound and kept it there as you began to roll the bandage over it, securing it in place. When you were done, you placed a gentle, lingering kiss on the hand.

"There. It should do the trick."

The boy's face lit up and he hugged you, not giving you another choice but to wrap your arms around his small body. At least you had managed to bring him back some of the lost warmth.

"We should get him to his dorm," you told Fred and despite not facing him, he knew the words were directed towards him. That still didn't prevent the stinging pain in his chest from being so effortlessly avoided by you, and he frowned, bewildered by your unexpected coldness towards him.

Had he accidentally done anything to upset you? Were you mad at him? What for?

The boy jumped to his feet, visibly less burdened despite the present tear stains on his puffy cheeks. You hoped he'd be able to get some sleep that night regardless of the circumstances.

The three of you left the classroom as quietly as you had entered it and went in the direction of the dungeons. Fred, as usual, did his job at looking at the map and keeping track of the names, moving on the yellow-ish piece to old parchment.

Fortunately, you reached the Slytherin common room without any disturbances along the way, and the boy went inside, eager to crawl into bed and not think about the ugly lady who had punished him so unfairly just a few hours ago.

The door closed without a sound, leaving you and Fred on your own.

His soft voice broke the burdening silence.

"Are you going to bed?"

If you were being honest, you hadn't even thought about sleep during your secret adventure and though your body was on the verge of giving out, your restless mind was sure to wander all night. And the idea of being alone with your thoughts scared you.

"Actually… I don't think so," you began, fiddling with your fingers in hopes to not let Fred see how much they were trembling. "I doubt I'd be able to get any sleep now."

"Me too, I admit," Fred scratched the back of his neck, uncertain as to how to make the situation less awkward than it was. Trying to get you to talk was hard enough as it was, but your sudden avoidance wasn't helping either. All Fred wished for was to witness the hopeful spark in your eyes, the spark that he had noticed diminish on the first day of school when the unsettling news was announced.

Fred was determined to bring the light back and see your joyous smile again.

Without skipping a beat he said.

"Come with me."

Your eyes shot up in surprise, meeting Fred's for the first time that night. You expected to see the ever-present playful mischief in them, but instead they glistened with something you could not quite recognize. The corners of his mouth had formed a smile, one that didn't intend to mock or provoke in any way, but still contained his usual boyish charm. It was humble and sincere, and along with the anticipating look in his eyes it read.

Trust me.

Your mouth went dry, any and all reasoning to stay vanishing in thin air as you tried to make sense out of your inner conflict. Fred surely wouldn't care if you said no, would he? It's not like he'd be offended that someone like you refused to go with him; why would he even be interested in you in the first place?

But the idea of spending some time alone with him did sound very tempting - you desperately needed some positivity in that moment, feeling exceptionally drained of all your energy after having to witness the emotional and psychological impact of Umbridge's dictatorship. And if there was someone who could lift your spirit even in such dark times, that would be Fred.

Screw the idea of a potential relationship, you needed a friend right now.

"Where to, Weasley?"

Fred grinned at the nickname and shoved hands into his pockets.

"The Astronomy Tower. Are you coming?"

You smiled at him.

"Sure."

It was indeed a brilliant idea to spend the night at the place where anyone rarely ever set a foot. Regardless of it being crowded during classes all day, the Tower wasn't a common choice for students to meet, them much preferring locations like the common rooms, the Great Hall, the school grounds or even the Black Lake. But the Tower did possess a magnetic, obscure charm which many people failed to comprehend and appreciate; charm only meant to lure the wandering souls seeking peace under the stars.

Fred approached the iron railing, breathing in the cold, early spring air, and sat cross-legged on the ground. As he saw you standing a few feet away from him, he patted the empty spot next to him.

"Come on now, don't leave me sitting on my own like that," he joked and his face lit up when he noticed the ghost of a smile on your lips for a brief moment. You joined Fred on the ground, settling on a polite distance from him, and though he was slightly disappointed by the gesture, he was grateful to be in your presence nonetheless.

Silence fell over both of you like soft velvet while you stared off into the horizon; the view reached the Forbidden Forest, the outlines of which had melted into the pitch black sky like ink, the lines between the two practically nonexistent in the dead hours of the night as they blurred into one endless void.

"I don't remember the last time I saw stars on the sky," Fred addressed your ever-listening companions above in a low, hushed voice that caused warmth to blossom within you regardless of the cold surrounding you.

"Me neither," you agreed, nostalgia creeping into you, but you decided you'd welcome it this time. "Such a shame we can't see the moon though."

Your friend nodded, lips pursed into a thin line, "That's because it's currently new moon. We'll need to wait for awhile until it's visible again."

You turned to Fred and the air was knocked out of your lungs. All you could do was silently admire the way the starlight was softening his sharp features and giving his usually flaming red hair a calming shade of copper. His eyes seemed to glow in the dark, and you found yourself coming to the conclusion you had realised long ago.

He was such a beautiful man.

Those glowing eyes landed on yours and you felt your face heat up.

"How are you?" he asked abruptly and you choked out in bafflement.

"Y-You mean, right now? Or in general?..."

"How are you coping?" he rephrased. "You know, with everything going on. I noticed Umbridge bothering you recently."

A shuddering breath.

"I like to think that I'm doing better than others," you nodded hesitantly, finding it hard to sort out your emotions. "I'm more worried about the most vulnerable among us, the youngest students. They're just children. They're the ones that are most terrified. I really hope Dumbledore will be able to do something about it… no matter where he might be right now."

Fred was watching you intently; he did not miss your expression, darkened with concern, nor did he miss your slumped figure, slightly hunched over for a reason he believed was other than exhaustion. Your friend moved closer and nudged your foot with his.

"I don't want you to talk to me about the rest. I want to hear about you. I can clearly see you're being tormented by her."

"As if you're not."

"That's not the point," he insisted and placed a hand on your knee, causing you to face him. His smile was gone. "I need to know how this madness is affecting you."

"I couldn't care less about what that toad puts me through," you shook your head dismissively and shrugged. Why was he getting so worked up about it? "It doesn't matter."

"Of course it does! It matters to me!" Fred hissed in frustration. "Do you think it doesn't hurt me every time I see Umbridge picking at you or calling you for detention? Because it bloody does and you have no idea how horrible it feels to not be able to help you."

He gave your knee a squeeze.

"For once, just for one time, please. Please, stop trying to be the hero of everybody. Believe me, we see- I see how hard you're trying to keep your chin up despite all the shit you're facing, and that's admirable, but right now it's not necessary. Let go. It's just me."

A way too familiar lump formed in your throat and your chest constricted painfully before it harshly dilated, letting out choked breaths. Fred was quick to envelope you in his long arms before your tears even rolled down your cheeks, and when they did, they met his shoulder. Your hands flew around his neck, body falling into his and soaking up his warmth. Fred pressed his soft lips to your temple, calming the racing pulse as you cried freely and unapologetically. Darling, you feel too much.

It's just me.

Your friend didn't let you out of his hold even when your heart-wrenching whimpers were reduced to weak sobs. He continued cradling your exhausted body which was on the verge of completely giving out. But Fred didn't mind, finding astonishing strength in your vulnerability.

After what seemed like hours, you forced yourself to timidly whisper, lip quivering, "I'm scared... And confused."

"Me too, sweetheart," Fred hummed into your ear. "Me too."

You wiped away the trails of dried tears lingering on your face.

"There's just too much going on. Too much that I'm not ready for."

Realization flashed in Fred's brown eyes and they looked down at you with so much longing, sincerity, but also sympathy and understanding.

You weren't angry at him. You were afraid.

And that was alright.

There was enough time, not need for a rush.

Fred had been waiting for years to find out whether his burning feelings for you were reciprocated, constantly suppressing them in fear of scaring you away and losing you. And now that he knew your heart belonged to him like his did to you, all the stars above couldn't contain his untamed happiness, pure and hopeful.

Surely he could wait a little more for you to grow comfortable with your own emotions.

Fred tightened his hold around you and pecked your cheek tenderly, the subtle touch sending a shock throughout your body and subsiding your need for sleep.

"That's alright," he whispered. "Rest now."

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[kachulein]

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[sagessoftwings]

Hi! Can I have a marvel matchup please???

Appearance : 5'4 ace/heteromantic gemini girl ambivert.Dark brown hair/eyes(glasses) a little chubby/muscled and pale skin+permanent smirk/smile/ neutral face. My style varies a lot (always comfy) but I never wear dresses heels/makeup. I love to imagine outfits with symbols from fandoms or my own drawings so I have a rather unique style who changes a lot

MBTI: INTP (I am an ambivert but oh well)

Personality : .Sassy sarcastic a little naive but I have a backbone (don't bother flirting with me and if you feel that I am flirting with you which happens a lot then it's just my personality and on the rare occasion I notice they have to confess or I won't believe it) ,calculative,protective,creative,expressive,,tsundere,manipulative,a devil's advocate,prideful,charismatic,smartass,bookworm,daydreamer,a little insensitive/blunt because I'm more on the logical side so I don't really understand or recognize emotions,vengeful,mischievous,a huge tease,open minded,very curious,gets annoyed easily,impatient so kind of a bad temper,observant but not romantically,sadistic to a point but my conscience prevents me from doing these acts.Indifferent to many things,open minded,morally...unique. With my friends I am either laughing, goofing around or annoyed. Those who don't talk to me see me as a nerd aggressive smart and blunt person ( even prideful) and strangers as a polite sweetheart. But I am a chaotic good/neutral. I notice a lot of details because I don't let my guard down even if I daydream plus I have a photographic + sound memory and they work very well in all situations which can be a bother when I try to concentrate which is difficult for me because I get distracted easily.

Dislikes: I hate injustice and fight for my beliefs. I have trust issues so I never talk about my problems and will use humor when confronted. Daylight. Cooking. Slow things or people. When I get teased a lot (yes I am a hypocrite here). People who don't pay attention to a conversation and then ask to repeat it more than once. People who change side easily and always criticize forgetting themselves. I tend to be aggressive and expose an annoyed face easily (I am moody), plus I hate orders and love pressing people's buttons it's funny(in a fun way rarely in a mean one) unless it's a sensitive subject

Likes: I love cats/laughter/sweets/pranks/dark humour/ a true crime and Supernatural enthusiast and I love science especially concerning space, chemistry, robotic and psychology. Books, sleep, drawing and video games too. Oh and debates I love them. Surprises too I hate routine and runs away from it

Hobbits : Reading, getting lost in a book, drawing, learning, debating, daydreaming, sports (fighting ones), art (music/drawing/writing) and video games

have some bad habits like biting my nails (I just got rid of it)/lips and moving my leg up and down because I am always nervous, disorganized room/sleep and eating schedule plus I am lazy. Of course if someone tried to address my problems I will change the subject or use humor. I don't understand a lot of references because I'm either too lazy to watch or I don't care/predictable. Also I might try to hide it but I am very competitive and a sore loser

What I look for in a relationship: A smart crackhead. Someone who will give me space because I will seem distant. A patient person since I don't open up easily. Also cuddles and trust and debates. Surprises too because if it gets boring I will run.

Thank you!

I can totally see you with someone like Bucky Barnes

You two are literally each others safe scape

You two are totally sarcastic with each other and love to just be in each others presence

You two come up with little stories about inanimate objects while you’re on a picnic or just bored in other people's presence

Loves to take you for bike rides to a cute little spot and blast oldies while you dance you sweet little hearts out

He learns a lot through you, especially how to loosen up

You notice that he’s more talkative now and more touchy with you

Very very possessive

For once he’s found someone who’s genuine and he adores, he just doesn’t wanna lose you

His favorite thing is how you fight for what you believe, it’s so endearing to him and you’re such a badass

He loves to cook for you, you’re his little test taster because he know how you despise cooking

Will force you to go to the supermarket with him though, in return he’ll buy you whatever candy you want

Will plan little surprises for you on the weekend like a getaway or a full on week long trip

Likes bookstores with you, he often loses you though but it’s adorable when he comes running up to show you a book he found that made him think of you

He also loves watching you read because your reactions just make his day it’s so cute

HE LOVES WATCHING TRUE CRIME WITH YOU

He’ll make anything you want and get facemasks and everything

He will have dumb little debates with you but when you get to something interesting he’s all in

But he always makes sure you two are on a safe understanding when finished

Loves to watch you draw as well, you have so many talents and he adores it

Introduces you to Alpine his lovely white feline and does get a little jealous when he comes home to find you two cuddles up but still loves it

Reads to you while he cooks, very good at multitasking

Let’s you win at video games, he’s so bad at them but the one time he won an accident he wouldn’t stop apologizing cause he felt bad

He still lays awake at night thinking about it

Always makes sure you eat on time because he cares to much

And adores cuddling you good lord

Depends on what your doing but he will lay himself on top of you and pull you close

Hard to get out of his grip in the mornings though

When you need space, you need space he can totally respect that

Please do the same with him, but if he gets in his head you will need to smooch him back to reality

[nekofantasia]

Some person giving me advice: You should listen to music while you study/work. Helps you focus!

Me: IT GETS WORSE.

[thestrangerpoet]

Sorry if this is too personal of a question. You don't have to answer this if you don't want to. What's it like being Autistic?

This isn’t too personal at all! I love being asked questions:) (this might be a long one...)

So Autism is portrayed in many different ways through tv and stereotypes and society. Autism has a spectrum, so like it has different levels of it basically. High functioning Autism, in my personal opinion, is what confuses people the most because they don’t understand that you can be autistic and still be able to live your life and function on a daily basis. I was only recently officially diagnosed, but i was diagnosed with ADHD years ago (they are often confused with each other because they have similar spectrums/the same spectrum).

I’ve had it my entire life, it’s not a new thing just a new diagnoses. I didn’t start talking till I was about 5, I was in and out of many different therapists, I couldn’t really keep or make any friends. Nobody knew what was wrong with me, they just assumed it was results of past abuse and emotional scarring.

It is hard at times, I often wish that I could function normally. I have to wear my airpods everywhere I go because of sensory issues, if I forget them I get severe anxiety and I’ll just freeze and tense and stop talking entirely (idk how to really explain it, but basically without them I can hear everything like chewing, swallowing, clothes moving, fabric rubbing together, dead silence, etc.)

My family gets very annoyed with me, or at least they use to when they didn’t really understand it, because I struggle with making eye contact and I have to have everything a certain way (I have to know the schedules and plans and my room has to be a certain way or I legit want to crawl inside my skin). I also pick at my lips and bite my nails, also known as one of my ‘quirks’ or ‘stress habits’. I often don’t understand social cues or emotions, and I don’t feel empathy. I constantly ask ‘why’ questions because I genuinely don’t understand but I want to make sure I don’t keep offending people so Iask questions to avoid it happening again. I also haven’t ever really had friends because it’s very difficult maintaining them or keeping them, either because of other personal reasons or because it’s hard relating to normies. (another quirk is I will correct people’s grammar at any given chance, but I’m learning to stop doing it so much because sometimes people get annoyed).

Thing is, I don’t tell people that I’m autistic because they don’t want to deal with it. To them it changes everything once they know you’re autistic (just from my experience).

Smell (and texture, texture is a really big thing) is also a big thing, like one time my mom changed detergent and I took all my clothes to my grandmas to wash because I didn’t like the smell and I couldn’t wear them. If I go to someone’s house I have to shower right away and wash the clothes because I’ll smell like them or their house. Same thing if someone comes to my house, I have to spray everything in that room down and wait for it all to air out so it smells like ‘me’ again.

School is a challenge, I have to do night classes at my campus because the lights are dimmer and there are less people/less noise. I tried taking day classes but the lights were too loud and bright, people were too close to me, we weren’t allowed to wear earbuds, etc. I can’t take online classes either because when I’m home I’m not in ‘school’ mode so I get distracted very easily and can’t focus. I have a one track mind, so my mind will get stuck on something and play it on repeat till it gets bored or finds something else. Multitasking is almost impossible because I hyper focus.

Speaking of hyperfixation, I will become obsessed over something and then drop it out of nowhere. You could call it a phase on steroids because it gets intense. A while ago it was Harry Potter and I had to memorize every single spell or I legit felt like a fake fan. I also made butterbeer frappes at work. It was all I would watch for months. After that, it was European culture. I would cook traditional Irish/Scottish/and some British meals every night. I would only listen to Irish music (celtic traditional and mordern).

However...there are many perks to it, just like there is to anything. I notice very small details that other people might not notice, like recently my coworker got a trim and I was the first to say anything about it bc I noticed it was slightly shorter. I hear and smell things that others might not due to hightened sensitivities (that doesn’t sound like a plus but it is depending on the context). Hyperfixation can be a plus too because i have lots of random knowledge (I have also memorized almost every vine) and facts that no one asked for. Telling people that I’m autistic is definitely the best part because they get confused and say something like “Oh, you don’t look/act autistic.” (like I said, people don’t think ‘high functioning’ is a real thing).

If you have any other questions about it, please don’t hesitate to dm me:)

[rainstorm26]

Oh look, it's me. I always look at tasks and have an idea of how I'm going to work on them and how easy it'll be...but then nothing gets done. Either I get distracted and tell myself "It's okay, it's easy work and you're smart. You can easily crank it out after this or even multitask and do it right now while doing XYZ. If you need to you don't need to sleep." Then either it never gets done, or it gets done and I get so tired from lack of sleep that the next thing winds up being late because I fall asleep before doing it. Don't be like me kids. I may get everything done eventually but doing it right before the deadline is stressful.

If you’re one of those people who thinks executive dysfunction only happens for things we don’t like (school, cleaning,) then please consider the fact that I’ve been meaning to plug my phone in for 20 minutes and I’m now at 2% and still putting it off to write this post ¯\_(ツ)_/¯