#if you're on adderall and you like it then obviously good for you

[lesboylycan]

hi holy shit i fucking hate adderall so fucking much i hate it! i hate it

[vauxxy]

KILLER

spiderman!luke castellan x reader

part 1 || part 2

★ "i am sick of the chase but i'm hungry for blood, and theres nothing i can do"

ABOUT - luke castellan is new york's very own 'friendly neighbourhood spider-man'- because of course he fuckin' is. to make matters even better, you're the only one at school who knows. lucky you.

WARNINGS - australian slang yet again (sorry guys, i cant help it. its in my blood!), swearing, first person?? idk i thought it'd be cool. sorry if it sucks. lol. mentions of adderall (she has ADHD) and vaping. reader is a rich girl and the leader of the sassy girl apocolypse.

"are you okay, ma'am?"

"dont call me ma'am, luke."

"okay, what the fuck."

that's how i found out the nerd in my AP chemistry class was spider-boy. i mean, obviously i had caught on to his whole 'superhero thing' like, a week after the news articles started flooding in. it was so obvious.

luke is probably one of the only guys in the world dumb enough to put on a latex suit in order to help old ladies cross the street. sure, he's a good samaritan- and sure, he's saving small businesses from being mugged into bankruptcy and shit; but who cares?

every night, i see him swinging from building to building like a fucking weirdo. it gets old after the first 100 foot drop down from the hilton hotels building. like, we get it. you're spider-man. good for you.

sadly, my cynicism was brought to a halt as soon as he saved me from being brutally robbed on my way home. of course i got mugged on the one day i decided not to wear my doc martens. just my luck.

i used to cut through this sketchy alleyway to get to my bus stop because it took way too long walking around the block- that was my first mistake. DO NOT GO INTO SKETCHY ALLEYWAYS IN NEW YORK. NOTHING GOOD HAPPENS IN AN ALLEYWAY.

my second mistake was deciding against popping my second addy during 5th period, because if i had, then maybe i'd be alert enough to clock what was happening before this druggie had his glock pointed at my head. well, at least it wasn't his dick. praise the lord!

the druggie snuck behind me, before literally grabbing me by the neck and pushing me up against the wall of the dingy alleyway. then, he pulled out a WHOLE ASS GUN from his pocket and held it to my head, using the sleeve of his sweater to cover its form.

my breath hitched as the water bottle inside my backpack pressed against my spine. that was my third mistake. frank green water bottles hurt when they're pushing into your bones.

"you're gonna give me all the money you've got on you, kay?" he asked in a low, raspy voice. he definitely smoked 5 packs a day.

nevertheless, i nodded and reached into the side pocket of my backpack. i pulled out my cute little mimco purse and started taking out all the cash in it. it hurt my soul to get rid of it- that money was supposed to go towards my new vape. bummer.

my hands were shaking as they held the messy assortment of bills, waiting for him to take it from me and just leave me alone.

"good. thanks- dont be tellin' anyone about this, or else i'll find you,' he threatened, slowly pulling the gun away from my head.

"i wont, i swear!"

"you're taller than him, ma'am. why dont you just kick him to the curb?"

i furrowed my brows, my eyes scanning the alleyway for the origins of the voice. the origins of luke's voice.

his nasally tone was so distinct, i could recognise it with my head underwater.

"the fuck?" called out the short, ugly smoker with my money. he whipped his head around furiously, suddenly a lot more alarmed than when he was robbing me. suddenly, the nerdy loser in latex swung down and pushed him onto the cold ground.

spider-boy grabbed his wrists and held them behind his back, before webbing them together in some homemade handcuffs.

"are you fuckin' kidding me?" the guy grumbled, his voice muffled by the gravel pushing against his mouth as spider-dork held his head to the ground.

"nope, not kidding you," he sighed, using his webs to secure the man into his position on the ground. he dug into the mans pockets and pulled out my money.

yep, that was luke castellan all right.

spider-nerd leapt off the constrained druggie and walked over to me, handing me back my assortment of bills. "are you okay, ma'am?" he asked, looking downwards a bit to meet my gaze.

thats exactly how luke looks at me. he's gotta be luke- he HAS to be.

i had been watching luke for weeks. i had been analysing his every movement, every strange look and awkward gesture. i was 99.9% sure that spider-man was luke castellan.

but there was only one way to find out.

"dont call me ma'am, luke."

luke choked on air, taking a step forwards as he clumsily held onto the wall in shock. "okay, what the fuck?"

i laughed dryly, my eyes narrowed as i stared at him. the whole ‘spider-man’ thing really did suit him.

"you know?" he stuttered out. i nodded, before pointing over at the guy still squirming under his webs. "maybe you should get rid of him," i said calmly, crossing my arms over my chest after stuffing my money into the pocket of my jeans.

"oh. yeah, right."

before i knew it, luke had quite literally kicked the guy in the head to knock him out.

"are you allowed to do that?" i asked, my eyes wide in shock.

"nah, not really," luke shrugged, before looking down at his watch and pressing a few buttons.

"i thought you were supposed to be a friendly neighbourhood spider-boy," i retorted. luke scoffed, looking back up at me with what i could only assume to be a sly grin from under his mask. "its spider-man,” he corrected.

“and criminals who mess with pretty girls deserve to be curb stomped."

okay. yeah. he had a fair point. i am rather pretty.

then, out of nowhere, luke grabbed me by the waist and aimed his wrist towards the sky. before i knew it, he was swinging us towards the sky like a fucking lunatic.

“luke! what the fuck?!” i screamed, wrapping my arms around his neck and clinging to his body for dear life.

“what’s your addy?” he asked, his toned arm keeping me in place as it pressed against the small of my back.

‘what’s your addy?’ seriously? what a fuckin’ loser. i would’ve made fun of him for using snapchat lingo if it weren’t for how strong his arms were. jesus christ, they were so big and toned… no wonder he skips gym class every lesson; he doesn’t want to show off. what a humble king.

“uhh- greenhead avenue!” i cried out, digging my head into the nook of his neck. gods, he smelt good.

luke nodded, holding me tighter as he swung us through the air. “rodger that.”

“thanks for like… saving me, or whatever,”

i stood inside my bedroom, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as i clung onto the window frame. luke took off his mask as he stood on the balcony, leaning against the railing. he shot me a meek smile, tilting his head to the side as a way to play down his cocky demeanour.

he’s never gonna let me live this down.

“don’t worry about it.”

he paused, letting his smile drop. “just- promise you won’t tell anyone?” luke asked, his voice low as he leaned forward.

of course i wasn’t going to tell anyone- i’m not a total cunt. i have morals… sometimes.

“i promise, luke.”

he smiled, pulling his mask back over his head before taking a step back. “great. see you on monday,” he called out, jumping off the railing and swinging away from my apartment building.

as soon as he left, i face planted against my bed.

luke castellan was spider-man. i fucking knew it.

that was fine. i knew that.

but what really got me was how hot it was when he held me by the waist, how good he smelt, how raspy his voice was- WHAT THE FUCK.

no. what the fuck. are you kidding me. god no. no no no no no no no. i’m going to jump off the balcony. this is it.

of course. just my luck.

that day i confirmed my suspicions of luke being spider-man.

i also realised why i cared about it much.

fuck my life.

[xalatath]

@swampgallows If you're interested in my warcraft drug headcanons

First of all, weed is legal in Orgrimmar but not in Stormwind. Silvermoon City has all the fancy expensive dispensary poison you could ever desire, but you buy weed in Orgrimmar if you want good old dirt. Alliance members can go to Darnassus if it's that important to them.

Gnomes, goblins, mechagnomes etc are definitely very into research chemicals. They're manufacturing new drugs all the time, and it's the type of shit that makes a cop drop dead from being in the same room as it. Goblins probably have insane synthetic shit. And they are also the primary source of meth in Azeroth. Gnomes prefer fake Adderall.

Obviously I think like druids and shamans use hallucingens for ritualistic purposes. Druids are always trying to get you to take shrooms with them.

I think most of the Horde leaders regularly smoke weed. Coke is also big in silvermoon. Lorthemar did it like twice and then decided he didn't like it. As I've mentioned before anduin would try datura and be traumatized from it. I've been having visions of Turalyon using kratom lately but he's really against drugs and that's his one exception.

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Y'all hear me out on this jegulus Juno au SHUT LISTEN like so

"and you're like the coolest person I've ever met, and and you like don't even have to try" -james

"I try really hard actually" -regulus

😱

At first I was like James is kind Paulie bleaker core but then I thought about it a little harder and I think he might actually be more Juno bc hold on

Monty: "Look, in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person is still going to think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with."

James: "Yeah. And I think I've found that person."

Monty: "Yeah sure you have - your old D-A-D! You know I'll always be there to love you and support you no matter what kind of pickle you're in... Obviously."

Like wait

Reggie: "I still have your underwear."

James: "I still have your virginity."

Reggie: "Would you shut up?"

Right okay

Pandora: "I'm having a little trouble concentrating."

James: "Oh well I could sell you some of my Adderall if you want."

Pandora: "No thanks I'm off pills."

James: "That's a wise choice because I knew this kid who like had this crazy freak out because they took too many behavioral meds at once and they like ripped off their clothes, and dove into the fountain at Ridgedale Mall and was like, "Blah I am a Kracken from the sea!" "

Pandora: "I heard that was you."

James: "Well, it was good seeing ya Pandora."

Like pause bc

Sirius: [Answers the phone] Yo Yo Yiggady Yo.

James: [On the phone with her] I'm at suicide risk.

Sirius: James?

Janes: No, it's Morgan Freeman. Do you have any bones that need collecting?

Sirius: Only the one in my pants...

DO YOU SEE IT WAIT

Rando: So how far along are you?’

James: ‘I’m a 6th year."

Look look

James: "I think I'm in love with you."

Reg: "you mean like as in friends?"

James: "no, I mean like for real."

It could also just be that I really like Juno and really like these dead gays so who knows

[hollowslantern]

HELP okay well I dont know if you wanted a serious answer but i love to hear myself talk so !

(readmore bc this is several paragraphs. sorby)

first and foremost I just like Shawn&Gus and Shawn&Lassie like as interpersonal relationships. I love to see Shawn interact with either of them because he is a strange bisexual man off of adderall. out of control. and I most of all just like them as friends (or... whatever shawn and lassiter have going on? worsties) and don't like genuinely dedicatedly ship him with anyone. though i will never hesitate to point out when something lgbt is happening.

now of cour-

well im watching an episode right now and lassiter just did something and shawn said "you are so sexy right now". this is an example of something lgbt happening. anyways.

now of course given a choice between shawn/gus and shawn/lassie Im going to choose shawn/gus easily because I do not like lassiter like as a person because he is a cop. and i hope he steps on a landmine. though I do get what people see in shawn/lassie like if not for the part where lassiter is a cop who abuses his power (like obviously there is no such thing as a good cop but it's part of lassiters character that he is generally uncompassionate and just kind unpleasant to be around) and also a Ronald Reagan supporter¹ i like totally get the appeal of their you're in his dms im on his nerves im pissing him off im ruining his day thing shawn has going on with him. if lassiter was made of pudding I'd be a way bigger fan of this pairing.

¹as a comedy show from 2006 that went for like 7 seasons there is of course a level of flanderization/writers throwing jokes in (especially jokes at the characters expense) for the bit without enough consideration for how it effects the overall character and I feel that this is the case with some of the things lassie says and does but still I don't think the things I don't like can all be simply disregarded when they are more or less consistent with his character. etc etc.

gus and shawn have the childhood best friends thing going on theyre like two immortal people who have known each other for a thousand million years like naruto and sasuke's I know your heart and you know mine but instead of ripping each other's arms off shawn and gus just eat each other's food and can hold full conversations and arguments with just body language and strange mouth noises. i do truly think they're soulmates (word I do not use exclusively with romantic intent) and I think that theyre #1 in each other's hearts forever which is so beautiful. and they're adhd4autism of all fucking time too

do you think I'm taking this question too seriously

[sophiamcdougall]

Look, I understand that "but schools are full of people abusing adderall" probably feels like an uncontentious piece of common knowledge. Everyone simply knows it's true. It probably does not seem like a dangerous thing to believe and repeat.

But people need to be aware that "but obviously it's overdiagnosed" and "people who don't have it are pretending they do" are exactly the sort of ostensibly reasonable concern-trolling that is to used to launder and mainstream moral panic. It is going to get pushed, a lot, as the sensible view. And it is effectively identical to "of course some people are really trans and deserve to have that recognised, but aren't some people jumping on a bandwagon and making irreversible decisions just to follow a trend?? Shouldn't we slow everything down, to make sure we weed those people out?"

It will funnel some people to more extreme positions and persuade "moderates" to resist anything that might result in a larger percentage of the population being diagnosed and treated.

In the moment, however, it can be tempting to accept positions like this as a compromise. Sometimes someone will effectively offer to accept that you, or the ADHD person you love, has a real condition that truly requires meds or accommodations. And all you have to do get that sweet, sweet acceptance is agree that you're not like those fakers, who are surely out there somewhere.

This is a trap. It is designed to corrode solidarity (even if the individual pushing it does not mean it that way) and silence demands, and will never get you anything good.

Are there neurotypical people getting hold of meds illicitly and abusing them for fun? Apparently so, and on an individual level, sure I resent them, although I feel considerably less threatened by them as a group than I do by the media and organisations like the DEA. And yet see how easily such people get equated with people with a clinical diagnosis of ADHD.

ADHD is underdiagnosed, not overdiagnosed. For the vast majority of people, diagnosis is in fact difficult, time-consuming, expensive or simply unavailable. If you want proof of that, just look at prisons. In the UK, around 25% of prisoners likely have ADHD. Most of the ones identified by the study were either undiagnosed or untreated. That statistic alone should be enough to dismiss any concerns that misdiagnosis is a serious social problem, if they are offered in genuine good faith.

Any time you get tempted to agree with an argument whose logical conclusion and unspoken premise is there are suddenly too many people with ADHD. We need to make it so there are fewer, then go and look at that left-handedness graph again, and consider what squashing that curve actually involves.

I fucking knew it, I SAID it: they're making ADHD people the next culture war targets. They will 'just ask questions' until we lose every scrap of ground we've gained in the last decade and more. We may not quite inspire the same level of hatred as a sexual minority, but we can very easily be made to inspire disdain and that also works.

They will strip us of our accomodations and our medications and try to stifle any sense of shared identity, and if that kills some of us, oh well. So long as it fuels another outrage cycle, fine.

So many of the tropes they've been using on trans people work extremely well on ADHD people too! "There are too many of these people suddenly! It must be a fad! It spreads through friend groups! And online! People are going private for diagnoses and that's bad! They are using pOwERfUl medical interventions and we think it's freaky!"

I saw the first ripples of this in terf circles about two years ago. And of course it's spread.

6% of British ADHD people lost their jobs in the last year thanks to the meds shortage. SIX PER CENT! And that just made these ghouls go "ooh, tasty, what else can we do?"

Recently an 'expert' was on the BBC saying people see ADHD diagnosis as a "golden ticket." Laurence Fox has been ranting that the condition doesn't exist and threatening "'you won't poison my child's body [with ADHD meds] against my consent"

People need to be aware this is going to get worse. Maybe, if we're lucky, it won't get really bad. But it's going to get worse than it is now.

[queenboimler]

While they are totally being smug assholes about it, the Diaz parents did not kidnap Chris.

Chris made it loud and clear that he wanted to go. Now if Eddie had fought the decision and they decided to take him anyway that would be kidnapping.

Eddie realized that trying to pushback on what Chris wanted would only make his hurt worse and could possibly do irreparable damage to their relationship.

Obviously, you're entitled to your opinion but for me:

The kid was 13, legally speaking they absolutely did kidnap him-kidnapping is still kidnapping even if the kid consents because, oh yeah, children can't consent-and the only reason nothing happened is because Eddie didn't fight it because he's being a bad parent (in my opinion) lmao

In my opinion, Eddie saying no to Chris running away from home would not do irreparable damage to their relationship. Literally every kid-yes, even ones with good parents-fight with their parents, and it's normal!

I mean, what 13 year old doesn't hate their parents? (Very few don't and they are definitely outliers).

Also, sorry this is so long but I took an Adderall and am in the legal field and love to yap about American laws but did youse know that kids are technically legal property of their parents? Like children don't actually have That many rights in America (it's why it's so hard for underage kids to get things like hormone therapy or abortions without parental/guardian consent) but i digress and obviously this is a tv show and 911 hates to follow logic and constantly messes up the legal stuff (seriously, 911 can you hire me to be your legal advisor for the writer's room bc I can't keep yelling at the tv over it)

Also, I love you anon, this is not an attack at all lmao, I just wanted to work through my own thought process on this a little bit because I have a custody case coming up and I'm doing research for my client<3

[foxonfier]

i swear to god i had a post about pink floyd's the wall but now i can't find it. i feel like i'm going crazy ( i probably am! ) but anyway. been listening to this album on repeat, it is such a genuine banger, the story slaps and there is something genuinely so disturbing about it all. esp the second half of each side, anything past young lust actually ?? kills me??? and then in the flesh & beyond are just insanely fucked. ‘one of my turns’ and ‘don't leave me now’ are some of my favorite tracks on this album; they're so disturbing in their own right ( one of my turns going into an almost playful, sarcastic insinuation of violence -- while don't leave me now explicitly states the violence pink would like to commit against his wife, specifically ) and there's just! so much emotion and tension teeming in these songs. i love the slow build up in one of my turns, pink just completely snapping as he destroys everything in sight, this song just. ugh. UGH! his soft, melancholic voice growing into something frenzied and screaming, voice literally breaking and wavering with how unhinged he is. that screamed “oh no!” gets me EVERY TIME. it's so good. all of the emotion you can get from the singing alone is just.... truly insane. “in the suitcase on the left you'll find my favorite axe!” is my favorite line in this song because it's soooo. UGH THAT IMPLIED VIOLENCE !! like yes he's talking about a guitar but the word ‘axe’ is still used because pink has these fantasies of committing horrific violence against people. as we see in the next song, which.... i truly do love so much, the heavy breathing in the background accompanied by the deep piano, pink's heartbroken and angry voice..

obviously the threats of violence get a lot more explicit here; talking about putting his wife through the shredder, literally says he wants to beat her to a pulp on a saturday night. it's so horrific. shifting all of his blame on to her, his shaken and screaming “oh, babe” ?!?? god it's just phenomenal. the story is so fucked and you get all of these different emotions, not only from the character but from the instrumentals, the lyrics, you as the listener ... so many different factors combining together to create such a heart wrenching story on literally all sides. then pink smashes the shit out of a tv and screams in rage <3 this man and his violence. then he's like alright im isolating! bye! and obvs who doesn't love comfortably numb? but i think hearing it in the context of this album adds an entirely new layer to it, bc he's like... so fucked he's getting shot with a drug to go perform this concert, then he imagines himself turning into a neo-nazi and killing people for the next three songs. btw when i saw brit floyd they reenacted the scene from comfortably numb where pink is sitting basically lifeless in the chair and the doctor injects him to snap him out of it. it was SOOOOO GOOD. i'm like yes brit floyd this is why you're the best pf cover band ever. anyway. will probs have more thoughts on this amazing album tomorrow esp once the adderall kicks in wooo. might even try my hand at writing this insane man? who knows the world is my oyster

[thathusenfulhu]

'round midnight @ aibbalhey

it's close to midnight (thriller reference) and i'm going thru food i've eaten over the past year. i scroll thru these pics and realise i have a huge fucking hole in my gut that needs immediate filling. and at that very moment, my phone rings.

it's bakurube!

'have to talk to you,' he says.

'all right,' i say, wondering what it's about.

'first things first. we must eat. coming in ten.'

well whatever it is, it's obviously too important to be talked over the phone. and bakurube is a a serious man's serious person. man barely has any humour.

'aibbalhey, ok?' he says when we meet.

ah, midnight at aibbalhey's. it's like the entire wandering tribe of israel has finally found their manna.

we barely manage to find seating for two and order the usual. it's going to take a few minutes, says our guy.

'now,' bakurube continues. 'see, we've discovered something. what i was telling you these past two years. just look. incredible.'

he shows me how his artist, raaveribe, has derived the mystery 'earlobe' design that's found in the carvings on the hukuru miskiy's coral stone panels. it's by application of the golden ratio over and over on a most basic dhivehi design, which becomes more complex on each new rendering. or so it seems to me.

'now he's making his own,' bakurube says with some pride. 'in fact, that's what he does all day - the man can't stop himself!'

our food arrives, and obviously it's a feast with paaparu, chili, lime and onion on the side. the roshi is dismal and the curry the same consistently fantastic junk we know and love. it must be how they roast the powder, i think. maybe i can become their cook for a while. would all their cooks know the recipe? probably not. so, it can't be the roasting then. it has GOT to be a particular kind of havaadhu. spiced just right. handed down from aibbalhey to aibba -

'what's the matter, husenfulhu? you're eating like a bird.'

'i uh, i've got a piece of paaparu stuck in my tonsil.'

'eh?'

'occupational hazard,' i mumble.

'what occupation?' he scoffs and licks up the last of his masburi. 'people once had REAL occupations, husenfulhu. they designed, built those mosques. the vessels. built something REAL.'

oh these people and their insistence that THIS isn't real. well, it's REAL goddammit. it's a journey through the culinary SCAPE -

'right?'

'what did you say?' i ask.

'none of our leaders care about our culture. right? none of them do. look at me. i'm forty-two, and still learning. about us. no outside help. no minister of culture. i'll do it. if it takes...'

i tune out for good around this point and i let myself be dropped off home.

'send me a good title,' he says. 'in english OK, mr english?'

'all right,' i say and disappear into the building. the man is a blackhole, he drains even the most energetic, you have to be on adderall or stronger to be around bakurube for long. but my prayers are with him. in a world of halfhearted clowns, his seems a noble and lost cause.

[centuriantalevevo]

Eyo so-

Since I have ADHD and Mysta has ADHD it's self projecting time!!!

Mysta Rias and Reader with ADHD

Mysta wasn't surprised when you told him- actually the entirety of Luxiem- Shoto already knew.

Mysta just had a feeling... Something was definitely off about you unlike the others- like him!

Everyone got an answer one way while you got the same answer doing it a whole different way- like how did you even get that?! Only Mysta can truly understand that feeling-

He wasn't too good at catching himself when he went of track but he was good at catching you straying away from the original subject.

It's why he felt so comfortable just talking around you. With a lot of people, I always tried to stay overly conscious about what he was saying, he didn't wanna stray away into 5 subjects at once and throw everyone off... that happened a lot. No one was able to keep up- but with you, he could go through 5 subjects in 1 minute and you could keep up the ENTIRE time, even going ahead of him.

It mostly was brought up when Luca asked.

"Oh, ya! I have ADHD!"

"Oh shit, really? Mysta does too I think," Vox comments, "For some reason I had a hunch you were neurodivergent in some way..." Mysta said

But with that came the struggles. But struggles both of you could relate to, so it didn't feel as lonely.

Both of you had a tendency to talk over others on accident. The impulsivity that comes with ADHD causes this. Yeah, yeah, neurotypical people do this too, but not nearly as much. For ADHD, it can affect personal relationships, just like any other symptom of ADHD.

Both of you have a small ass attention span, and you commend Mysta for people able to play the whole game of The Quarry, or Minecraft for even 5 minutes on his own. You loved games with puzzles and stuff, like Madison since it was horror... but you had a small amount of patience and even less for focus so for finding the damn green safe passcode, you opted for looking it up on Google over actually finding it-

You and Mysta help each other with getting work done- usually it seems like Mysta's the one doing the reminding. Hell sometimes he'll stream while you're in VC with him since you were doing something like homework. If he heard what sounded like you going off track, he was instantly nudging you back to your work until you got it done. You did the same for him. If he had some shit to do but was procrastinating, you'd push him back on track.

Hyperactive episodes are wild when you got 2 people with ADHD in the room-

You two will rage at the faking disorder cringe compilations for HOURS... you two will MALD over people who fake ADHD so much Jesus christ-

"NO- IF YOUR GIRLFRIEND HAS ADHD I'M MORE THAN 110% SURE SHE WON'T GET HYPER ON COFFEE!!" "Yeah!!"

"THAT'S WHY SHIT LIKE ADDERALL AND VYVANSE CALM US DOWN BUT MAKES ANYONE WHO DOESNT HAVE ADHD HYper- I physically can not get a sugar rush- I've never had a sugar rush in my life!!" "Exactly! Caffeine doesn't do shit to us... like if she were to have something similar to ADHD then you mean ADD... because people with ADD get hyper from shit like Adderall. It has the opposite affect on people without ADHD!" "That's why it's so addicting too!"

Mysta would gladly listen to you ramble about your hyperfixations, obviously jumping in with a comment here or there.

You'd do the same, and if you both shared the same hyperfixation at that moment? Oh boy... silence doesn't exist-

You're both patient with each other.

You know you have to get work done but Mysta won't shut the fuck up about something, you get his attention and gently remind him you need to get something done before the hyperfocus wears off- he understands and fucks off to do something else for a little bit until you're done. If you're rambling off about whatever the fuck, the does the same.

"I'm sorry but I gotta get this done! I'll talk to you and listen in a little okay? I love you!~"

But oh jesus christ what is a clean room honestly-

Organization? What??

Organizer? I hardly even know 'er-

Both of your rooms are a death trap.

Who's is worse? We don't know. We can't tell. We're too afraid to get close to either person's room door.

But sometimes you band together with that hyperfocus mentality currently affecting you and get y'all's rooms cleaned one by one...

But it ain't staying like that for long...

It's fucked up in a week max

Usually in 2 days it's back to the way it was. Honestly what was the point? We don't know- but "Hey! I found my Miku pop figure I was looking for!!"

With impulsivity comes great spending habits lmao-

Between the two you MIGHT be better-

If you exclude thr 100 dollars you spent using Christmas to get Xiao when you lost his 50/50 to Diluc

But you are bad about spending small amounts of money on the stupidest shut you find online or in somewhere like Walmart or Target-

Only like 4 dollars but still-

You when to Walmart with the intent on getting groceries but came back with toys that you for distracted by, 2 gallons of Milo's Sweet Tea (or unsweetened if you're uncultured- fuck unsweet tea, this post was made by the sweet tea gang-), candy, some random ass kids art supplies, the kids gummy vitamins, and more random candy you got at the check out counter... as well as McDonald's.

"(Y/n) that's... that's not groceries.." "technically it IS groceries!-" "not the ones we needed though! You can nOT be trusted!" "YoU CAN'T EITHER-"

Y'all spent the next like 3 hours playing with Legos and shit bro-

Mysta on his way to try and clean his room but ended up finding some old pictures and stuff he forgot about.. you walked in and ended up joining him.

Please anything but the actual task I have to do-

When you have conversations and go from topic A to topic 10 in 5 minutes people ask how and then proceed to be amazed at how you do mental gymnastics all the way from how the conversation began to how it finished flawlessly and Mysta's just there like "yep... sounds about right"

How do you even remember what our conversation what about?!-

.... ssshhhh... don't question the ways of the neurodivergents...

ADHD isn't fun, but it can be more bearable when someone who can relate is around to talk about it and you help each other through it.

[disorganizedkitten]

(All) The Potter twins are disasters, more at four

Hi yes sometimes (often) I do the thing where you go 'oh!! what if! My universe! Met THIS UNIVERSE!! Gestures at a beloved fic written by someone else' but today/yesterday it was just... crack. Bc I read a lot of serious, very good, nicely thought out fics ripe with character development and strained interpersonal relations but all I write is just... ah yes. They love each other. It's not romantic, go celebrate that elsewhere. They just. Love. The explosion. Love go brr suckers.

Anyway highlights without stealing from others' fics include:

Potter twin idiots one and two apparently don't pack their own meds, but they have e/os bc obviously they'll manage to take their own meds on time but their bro is an idiot who'll forget his.

"Your meatsuit is revolting against your bones."

H "I am many things and against murder is not one of those." C "No one in this family is against murder." H "Kenny's against murder." C "Kenny has a body count?" H "Those were an accident and we don't talk about them."

Harry opens his mouth. "Harry, I don't know what you're thinking but it's obviously cursed so please don't." Harry closes his mouth.

Connor says something obviously Galaxy brain. "Oh wow, we've been here longer than twelve hours, my meds are wearing off."

Look, Theo and Ron could be enemies. They could be rivals. They could compete. But they're both smart enough to realize that they each have one (1) idiot Potter on their hands so they teamed up instead.

Iris, the Harry from another au, (Cobra Lily) plops down beside Hades (NOPC) and Hawthorne (Hyacinth). "Well, obviously foster kids are the best kids."

C "Wait do we need to eat. How long have we been here?"

Alt: C "Oh sure, this pocket dimension gauntlet from azkaban halts all our bodily functions so we don't need water or food, but I still burn through my Adderall, screw this."

Connor and Harry making fun of the others in sign because there are too many parselmouths to make snarky comments in parseltongue

"Please understand, I am a disaster and Harry is the only reason I'm still alive."

Connor randomly zones out and when someone else asks him what's going on "I'm trying to figure out if my parasite ended up in a pocket dimension too bc Nagini and Voldemort are gossiping about their kid. Pretty sure they don't have a kid." H "No they have a kid. You've met him." C "Wut" H "He haunts his little sister, remember?" C "Wait him? "But he's not a snake?"

Casually breaking the fourth and fifth walls bc Undead Rights

Hades is a master of smiling brightly and 'oversharing' so the others keep writing him off as an idiot, meanwhile he's using his blood to burn through the floor and see if he can get them through this bs obstacle course.

For the record, Hawthorne is having the time of his life, and Iris is very excited to talk to another human horcrux. They're very rare, you know.

(Sorrel and Charlie, the respective twins, are chilling. Sorrel is still pretending he's not related to Hawthorne. Charlie is supporting his sister's dreams of becoming a dark lady.)

I'd like to again bring up that these idiots don't pack their own meds. "Mm let's see," Connor bends his knee up and starts pulling things out of his boot. "Basilisk venom, atomoxetine, a knife, a hair tie, where the heck is my adderall?" Meanwhile, Hades pulls out a bottle of adderall, snacks, a human femur, nail polish, a vial of blood, three knives, a flashlight, more snacks, etc.

Harry routinely spouts disturbing random factoids about the human body. "There's a bone in your ear, smaller than my nail, and if I steal it you'll start walking into things because it runs your sense of balance." / "Oh look, you're shedding your skin." / "Hit him hard enough there and he'll die." / "You can live without a lot of organs you know," / "Eyeballs are just nerve goo that refract light."

"What's a horcrux?" Some poor soul asks. Iris, Charlie, Hades, and Con all zone in on them. H "A cowards way to immortality." Con "Freaking Painful," I "Useful," Ch "Annoying" all, more seriously. "An abhorration to magic's nature."

(Harry, in the corner, pouting bc horcruxes are a disgrace to necromancy: djdkfls I will burn them)

Iris, Thorne, and Hades all grew up with enough muggle influence they use memes to communicate.

snorts. "Soul magic go brr"

The normal ones: :eyes:

"You have outlived kings and empires, be proud." "Harry when was there an empire that lasted less than fifteen years"

"Hiss hiss suckers."

"Wait we've been separated for two hours and you didn't adopt all your alternate selves?" eldritch head tilt

Harry, seeing something that looks lethal: Touches it. (Con: Hades no!)

Con, seeing a really sharp knife: Slaps. Is cut. Proceeds to be excited. Harry: Calls him an idiot and heals the cut b4 also celebrating

Con: We could trade lives but I'm pretty sure that would end in disaster bc there's no way you'd survive my sister. AU person: Squints. I thought you had a brother?

When reunited, they stop for a minute and stare, slowly tilting their heads further and further until they have to turn their necks and then their torsos, going upside down. Outsider: "What are you doing?" Pts: "Ensuring his identity."

Also shoutout to Harry who can just tell it's Con bc his soul is a hot mess n Harry can see souls, but goes through the identity ritual anyway bc it makes Con feel better

"Does this remind you of operation kill the bwl or if it just me?" "It's definitely just you."

"Oh sure, you get impaled one time and no one lets you live it down."

"I'm relatively sure he's died by poison so many times it addled his brains." "This coming from the boy with a maniac sharing his headspace!" "Yeah but I can block out the maniac!"

Connor: Purposefully sets Harry up to spend twenty minutes insulting horcruxes and also voldemort

(threat) "I will end our bloodline." "Harry we're both ace. Our bloodline is ending anyway. This is why adoption exists."

C: "You're why adoption exists."

H "At this point i have like, seven parents, it should be illegal to adopt me." C "Like three of those are actually ancles." H "Please tell me you did not just call the DBs ankles"

H "Sometimes family is you, your dark artifact brother, your time travelling aunt, the dead family members you wanted to keep chillin with, your muggle uncle, your wizard uncle, your mass murdering dog, the serial killer smoke, and the fifteen muggleborn families you adopted to protect from racist politics." C "I think you forgot like... seventy people."

"Yo now that there are more of us I need names. But like, don't actually give me your names, I spend way too much time with faeries for that to be safe."

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and Her Gunn (Part 115 1Xs2) True Intentions

@crystalbaby12 @backoftheroomandnotbelonging @5sosfam1dlover @rosefilledhearts-blog

"What the hell was that all about?" Slim asks Colson once he's back on his feet.

"Talk to that snitchen' ass bitch over there." Colson glares at Pete who's still holding Kevin.

"Me?" Pete looks around himself and the alien with a snort. "If I was the snitch she'dve kicked me not you, BITCH." He deadpans.

"Can you two just shut the fuck up for a minute and tell me what started this shit?" Slim demands, becoming frustrated over their bickering.

"Dickhead told her I said something to him about her affair." Colson shoots a dirty look at Pete as he rubs his shin.

"Don't even try to put that on me... Cuz ya did. And obviously to other people too." Pete shoots back, cocking his chin over at Slim and his knowledge instead of shock.

"You better watch your mouth, Davidson." Colson growls.

"Ohhh nooo!! You gonna kick my ass?" He mocks by waving his free hand in fake fear. "I'm fucking outta here. See ya, Slim." They exchange nods as he turns on his heel to walk up the slanted road.

"You and your alien better stay the FUCK away from her!" Colson shouts from behind him.

"YOU SHOULD DO MORE STAND UP BECAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING HILARIOUS!!" Pete cackles the rest of the way up the slight hill with Kevin in tow.

"STOP." Slim puts his hand against Colson's chest firmly before he can react. "You know you don't wanna fucking fight Pete... Tell me what's goin' on." He advises his old friend as he drops his hand and lights up a Backwood.

"I let some shit slip to him and instead of shutting the fuck up he ran his mouth to her." Colson huffs in anger and frustration.

"Where you think she went this time?" Slim asks as he passes the blunt and notices that it's beginning to rain.

"I don't fucking know... Anywhere?" Colson shakes his head as he takes a deep pull.

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Pete calls Luna immediately once he's inside of a cab. "Yo... " He starts to lay into her once she answers. "You cheated on Justin? Who the fu... "

On the other end of the line, Luna's blood begins to boil. She's ducked under an awning out of the rain. Annoyed, she pulls the phone away from her ear and looks at it before replacing it.

"Are you my boyfriend?" She quickly cuts Pete off. "Have you ever been my boyfriend? No, I don't fucking think so. Therefore, don't call me up questioning me about some shit that has nothing to do with you. I don't owe you or anyone else an explanation so fuck off." Luna hurls out before hanging her phone up and turning it OFF.

"Why Colson?" Luna sighs heavily as she leans against the brick wall. "Why do you have to be so fucking petty sometimes." She begins to rummage aimlessly through her bag. Lighting a joint, she takes a break from the rain while staying lost inside of her own head.

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"Where the fuck could she be?" Colson wonders to himself after searching The Brownstone for Luna. He's called her a dozen times but it's going straight to voicemail. "FUCK." He sighs, rubbing the back of his head.

It's 330A. They have a call time of 6A. Standing on their front stoop, Colson Snaps Luna. Walking back inside, he doesn't know what else to do.

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Luna spends the night skating through The City with a bottle of Jack. Contemplating on to do with her feelings for Colson. There's a certain trust barrier that's been broken between them and Luna's unsure of how to handle it. EVERYTHING inside of her is screaming that he'll be the cause of her downfall as tears sporadically drop like the rain around her.

"It's not like you'll leave him." Luna angrily pushes off of the ground as she continues to glide through the streets. "This shit is way more intense than before." She acknowledges to herself what she's been avoiding. That she's bound to Colson in a deeper way than she ever felt to Justin. She's known it since that first night at The Gramercy. "He's gonna hem you up." She continues to argue with herself and the bottle of Jack as she floats around the familiar scenery of Brooklyn.

It's almost 5A when Luna finally shows back up at The Brownstone. Colson had dozed off while sitting up on their bed. She stares at him when she comes in as new tears form. Quietly gathering her things, she heads into the bathroom to shower. Locking the door behind her. Finally turning her phone back ON there's a ton of missed calls. She opens the single Snap from Colson.

Huge tears fall as she stares at his face. "MOTHERFUCKER." Is all she can think. Knowing in that moment; regardless of what the logic in her brain keeps trying to say, that Colson has her heart. Stepping into the running shower Luna's shoulders heave under the weight of the water and her tears. "I can't breathe without my heart." She shudders at the thought of losing him more than her own freedom.

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"You're back." Colson opens his eyes to the sound of Luna chopping up pills in the bathroom.

"Yeah." She calls out simply as she snorts two thick rails of powder; a line of three 30mg Percocets and one of two 30XR Adderall.

"Where've you been?" Colson asks cautiously as he climbs off of the bed.

"Out." Is her only word as she comes into the bedroom to continue getting dressed. Throwing on a pair of his joggers and a tight, black tank. "We've gotta go soon." She tells him flatly when he reaches for her.

"Loon... Please." Colson lightly begs as their eyes meet, causing her heart to ache.

"You need to shower. There's 30s for you on the sink." She answers quietly before walking out of their bedroom.

Colson throws himself back on the bed in frustration, laying there for a couple more minutes before getting up and going into the bathroom. His head is pounding and he got barely any sleep. Turning on the water, he steps into the shower and let's last night's funk rinse off of him. With his back leaned against the wall, his hand automatically goes for his morning wood. Lightly playing with himself he grows harder as his mind drifts to the last time him and Luna were in their bathroom together. Pulling firmly on his thick cock, he starts to breathe heavier as he puts one hand out on the wall to brace himself. The memories of Luna's warm mouth making him burst.

"FUCK... How am I going to fucking fix this..." He worries as he does his daily slew of morning drugs and finishes up in the bathroom.

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"Who is THAT?" Rook pants when he sees Jackie strolling down the street towards them.

Dressed to kill as always, her short wavy hair flows as she glides along in a pair of black leather pants and a simple, black Givenchy T shirt. Large, thin metal earrings and an oversized leather bag top off her fierce look.

"Morning Loons!" She leans in for a bright kiss to the cheek.

"Hi Jack." Luna kisses her back before she greets Sam and is introduced to The Guys.

They're standing behind ABC Studios while Rook continues to salivate over Jackie. His sweet little mouth can't form a word to speak to her as everyone bullshits and makes pleasantries. Colson tries to lace his fingers inside of Luna's to which she pulls back. Catching her eye, he feels a soul shattering disconnect.

"We gotta go." Luna announces as she heads towards the front door.

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"There is no backing track." Luna argues. "That's the whole fucking point of a live performance."

"You have no pre-recordings of it at all?" The GMA staff member continues to question her.

"No. It's a brand new song that we're giving YOUR show the EXCLUSIVE to." Luna reiterates the significance. "You know what? I don't really give a FU... "

"Okay... Let's all just calm down." Jackie's sweet voice comes in from behind Luna. "The ONLY song specified in the contract is Bad Things, meaning my client and YOUR guests have the choice of the second song with no stipulations. If you'd like to get your lawyers, I'll happily contact Miss. Smith's and Mr. Baker's also." Jackie squeezes Luna's shoulders as she stares at the staff member firmly.

"Lemme check with production." Is all he can say with a shaking head before walking away.

"Where did that come from?" Luna turns around amazed.

"I told you and Monica, I got this." Jackie smiles slyly.

"I knew I made a good choice. Thank you!" Luna gushes with a smirk as she squeezes Jackie into a tight hug.

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"And now, Machine Gun Kelly featuring THAT Brooklyn Bitch!!" Robin Roberts introduces them to the cheering crowd. "Performing their hit single Bad Things!"

Luna, Colson and his band are set up on the outdoor SummerStage placed on the corner of Broadway and 44th St. It's 8A in the morning, they're both tired, wired and fighting. They've fought before but neither has ever been this miserable during a performance together. Both are dressed down, easily showing off their mood to anyone who knows them. Him in a white Hotel Diablo T and ripped jeans while she's wearing a simple, goldish slip dress with her Docs. The only jewelery she has on is his padlock and engagement rings; bringing him slight relief.

The show must go on though... And it does. As always. Luna opens up on the keys easily. Wrapping her voice around the opening chorus as the masses below her sing along. The Boys are electric. Rook roaring away as Baze keeps the rhythm while AJ and Colson slide over their guitar riffs before Colson kicks in for his first verse.

One Look.

With the slight catch of The Eye, that's it. Well, at least OnStage. They fall into step with each other too easily, toning it down for morning television slightly; the chemistry and pure fire between Luna and Colson is still undeniable in their performance. Taunting and teasing each other as they roam the stage and command America's living rooms. As always, they end with Colson scooping Luna up for a kiss.

"I love you." He says lightly as he leans in.

"Mmm... I fucking hate you." She lowly coos with a sweet smile while kissing him back on the cheek for the crowd and then disappearing SideStage for not only a commercial break but to get her shit together around Colson.

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"Bad Things is doing extremely well for the two of you." Robin compliments them.

"Yeah, we're really proud of it." Colson smiles, using this as an opportunity to slide his arm around Luna's shoulders.

"It's off his album Hotel Diablo that just dropped July 5th. You should check it out, it's such a deep story that you can't help but be engulfed by it's journey." Luna plugs as she wraps her arm around his waist and rests her hand on Colson's chest out of instinct.

"Is there gonna be a tour?" She asks Colson.

"Hotel Diablo, baby! We did one earlier in the summer and we're headed across seas next month. Hopefully we'll hit another one stateside when we get back." Colson answers as he pulls Luna closer.

"FUCK... I hate him so FUCKING much." Luna screams mentally as her whole body throbs for Colson. His arm around her bare skin is like ice cream on a hot summer day. Melting and sticking to her soul. She wants to hate him but she can't. On all levels. Physically, mentally and emotionally. He fucking has her.

"So do you guys go on tour together?" Comes another question.

"Yeah, for the most part." Colson looks down at her for support.

"Bad Things is one of the regulars on his set lists so if I'm not working on another project, I'm usually with him." Luna admits.

"Aww... That's gotta be a lot of fun for you guys." The unknowing host assumes. "And today you're gonna debut a new song for us?" Robin grins at the roaring crowd. "Is this off Hotel Diablo also?"

"No." Luna speaks again. "This will probably be off my upcoming double album." She informs the public for the first time.

"A double album? Wow!! When can we expect that?" The host asks with a shocked response as Luna ignores her, moving away from Colson and grabbing her electric. "Well, don't let me hold you up." Robin nervously laughs. "Gracing us again... THAT Brooklyn Bitch and Machine Gun Kelly!!" She introduces them to the LIVE audience's wild applause.

Luna looks over to Sam first. Then Baze. Tuning her guitar she tosses an Eye to Colson. It's unamused and asks if he's ready as she adjusts the mic. His eyes say more than Yes and kills her soul.

Luna makes her guitar whine before Baze evens her out and Sam kicks in with the her steady, quick paced drums. Sliding into the main rhythm, Colson's guitar punches in to match hers. The beat is raw and powerful while Luna's deep voice brings it back to it's inner melodic tune.

🎼They say //He likes a good time//Well so do I//He comes alive//At midnight//That's when we thrive//My friends //No they don't trust him//Ask me why //They say he's into//Bad Things//But so am I🎶

Luna rips a mini solo while swirling her hips with the beat as Sam pounds away. Colson and Baze continuing to balance them both out. Luna stepping back up to the mic to lay the first official verse.

🎶A little bit older//Hates my//Black leather JACKET//Both got bad reputations//With insatiable HABITS//He was on to me//One Look//And I had to leave//Cuz//As soon//As he kissed me//We popped off//And were CRACKEN'🎶

Luna grabs the mic as Colson changes his chords to back her. Glancing over at him again he catches her eye before she unleashes her furry. This performance has such a different feel from when it first originated.

🎶THEY TALK//ALL THIS SHIT//'BOUT HOW//I'M A BAD GIRL//TONIGHT//IMMA SHOW YOU//WHAT IT'S LIKE//TO MEET HER🎶

Sam drops her beat to a low rumble. Baze kicking in with the same electronic ripping sound from Floor 13. His bass jarring through the air as Colson continues to play through the chords and move across the stage towards Luna.

🎶They say //He likes a good time//Well so do I//He comes alive//At midnight//That's when we thrive//My friends //No they don't trust him//Ask me why //They say he's into//Bad Things//But so am I🎶

Luna can't help but drop her head against Colson's shoulder blade as they lean back to back against each other. Both ripping their guitars and thriving off of each other before he takes over her mic. Hearts pounding as he lays his piece.

🎶Look... //She the type//To break//Your ass bad//Have you runnen' //Quicker//Than one of //Mr. White's bags//I be rockin' wit//THAT Bitch//You know she//Be rockin' wit me//You a special//Type of dumb //To think//You can stop her//From doin'//What she please//The kind //To whoop your ass//Then have you//On your knees//Looking up//Still begging//Like come on//Kiss me please //Don't say it too loud//Cuz that's MY girl //So trust and believe//That I won't wait//Or hesitate to//Jack you up too//Like a mini //Slim Shady🎶

Luna steps up face to face with Colson to the mic as his words make her pussy drip. There's that ALWAYS present electricity between them as they both continue to rip through the song together. Luna staring at him with THAT One Look. Giving her a sly smile he kisses her cheek before she kicks in and he backs away to let her focus.

🎶THEY TALK//ALL THIS SHIT//BOUT HOW//I'M A BAD GIRL//TONIGHT//IMMA SHOW YOU//WHAT IT'S LIKE//TO MEET HER

HE'S ROCKING//THAT BOX//AS HE'S MAKING//ME PURR//WE'RE SO OBSCENE//HE'S GOT ME//SAYING YES SIR🎶

Luna grins at Colson as he steps closer to her. Their guitars playing off one another's as their bodies pulsate from being so close to each other. Her pussy swells, wanting him just as badly as he does her. She can't help herself; it's like a fucking deficiency.

🎶They say //He likes a good time//Well so do I//He comes alive//At midnight//That's when we thrive//My friends //No they don't trust him//Ask me why //They say he's into//Bad Things//But so am I🎶

The four of them unleash their instruments. Sam slamming into the kit as Baze leans into his chords. Colson head banging while he slashes on his guitar as Luna continues to play while belting out the lyrics.

🎶MY OH MY//OH MY OH MY//They're calling you//The Devil, Baby//MY OH MY//OH MY OH MY//That makes me//Your Persephone//Without the maybe//MY OH MY//OH MY OH MY🎶

Luna's up at the mic as Colson teases her with his guitar. As much as she wants to be mad at him she can't help but smile again as she sings about him. Cocking her lip, her voice snakes around the lyrics as she glares at him and her body dies for his touch.

🎶They say //He likes a good time//Well so do I//He comes alive//At midnight//That's when we thrive//My friends //No they don't trust him//Ask me why //They say he's into//Bad Things//But so am I//So am I//Yeah so am I🎶

Their instruments taking over again before rounding out to a grand applause. Sam rumbles in the background as Colson throws his guitar over his shoulder and grabs Luna around the waist through hers. She can't help but grin as he plants a solid kiss on her lips.

"THAT Brooklyn Bitch and Machine Gun Kelly!!" Rings lowly in her ears amongst the screaming behind them.

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"Just shut the fuck up." Luna kisses Colson through their words as she pulls him into their dressing room.

Turning around, she bends over the closest object. It's the arm of a couch. Hiking her tight dress up, she pulls down her black panties as Colson presents his rock solid dick.

"Kitten... " Colson tries to speak as Luna works him into her with her hand.

"Unh Unh." She mumbles, tossing up the other arm to indicate his silence.

Slightly offended, Colson grabs Luna's hips and pushes himself into her deeper. Making her moan and slightly shake. Showcasing his authority, he wraps his fist inside her long blonde hair. Controlling everything about her as she bucks against him. Luna's walls tighten as they both draw closer; reaching around from behind her, she grabs his ass. Clutching it in her nails, she keeps him in place as she slams herself into his hips until they both equally explode.

"Fuck Loons... " Colson sighs as he kisses the back of her neck.

"Mmm... We've gotta go." She tells him again for the third time today to his dismay.

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"I need you to call Lee Foster. Let 'em know I'm coming and that I wanna use Studio A... If it's booked I'll comp the artist's next two sessions." Luna tells Jackie once they're all back on the NYC streets.

"I don't know who that is... " She hesitates.

"The manager of Electric Lady Land Studios... Just mention my name along with what I said and we should be good." Luna quietly explains. "Meet me at the storage unit later?" She then asks before throwing her hand up for a cab to Jackie's nod. Luna turns to Sam. "Hey... Change of plans. We're gonna record here. Jack's trying to book us now. See that Mike's cool, please?" She asks of her.

"Yeah. No problem." Sam responds easily to Luna's Thanks as her and Colson climb into a cab.

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"Electric Lady Land Studios, hunh?" Colson tries to make small talk with Luna for the first time in their lives. "How you gonna get in there?" He asks.

Luna turns to him with standoffish eyes. "I own part of it." She states flatly.

"Seriously?" He asks in disbelief.

"Yeah. I've been a silent owner since I was 18yrs old... There's A LOT you don't fucking know about me." She sighs loudly as she pulls up her black hoodie and looks out the window.

"She has so many fucking secrets... " Colson sighs to himself as he looks out his own window. Inching his fingers across the seat for Luna's, there's less than a half inch between them and he can feel the heat. Before he can touch her, she lifts her hand and lays it in her lap.

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Arriving at Monica's office in Lower Manhattan, Colson and Luna meet up with his personal lawyer Cyrus. Placed in a private room they exchange introductions and pleasantries while waiting for Monica. Luna and Colson both still feeling off kilter.

"Hey!" Monica greets them with a rushed smile. "Sorry I'm late... How is everyone?" She asks as she scans the tense room.

The signing is quick. Holding nothing of Colson's or Luna's in the contract; only Robert Maplethorpe's personal catalog, it's exactly what they spoke about. Before they know it, Colson and Luna are back out on the pavement. Neither questioning their choice surprisingly even though this felt more like a business transaction rather than anything remotely personal.

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"Come're... " Colson reaches for Luna's waist after they walk out of a stupid ass Starbucks; refusing to buy a coffee she has a strawberry smoothie.

"No." She declines as she shakes him off of her hips.

"What the FUCK, Luna?" Colson demands, growing tired of her coldness.

"REALLY?" Luna bites back.

"Yeah REALLY. We just fucked and signed our God Damn PreNump... So yeah, WHAT THE FUCK?" He throws his hand up in the air in frustration and shakes his head.

"YOU FUCKED UP!" Luna snaps while grabbing the tip of her hoodie.

"THEN WHY'D YOU FUCK ME!?!" Colson shouts at her in annoyance. "OR FUCKING SIGN ANYTHING!?!"

"BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE YOU!!" Luna screams before throwing her smoothie to the right of him. It hits the wall and splatters everywhere just like she had intended; her aim is rarely off.

"WHAT THE FUUUUUCK!!" He yells as little spots of pink goo land on him.

"Go tell Pete and ask him how to clean it out." She snarks before jogging off across the street.

"YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING BITCH!!" Colson screams after her as she gets into a cab.

"She's fucking insane. She's fucking flat out fucking insane." Colson stews as he looks at his tainted shirt. "Where the fuck is she going though? I swear to God I'm gonna fucking kill her one of these days." Colson sighs with a frustrated mind as he pulls his phone out to call Mod and find The Boys before buying a new shirt.

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Part 1 of 2

To be continued...

[princessnijireiki]

…so anyway how do you block a post on mobile

[lamotriginerash]

My psychiatrist told me that about Zyprexa+Prozac when I told him Prozac is what helped the most with constant anxiety and obsessive thoughts in the past, and made me the least manic out of all the other antidepressants I've tried. And I really needed to get those thoughts under control because I was hit hard with my Death Anxiety, which I didn't even know was OCD until my therapist pointed it out. I apparently have an obsession with death. Fun!

Actually, I think my obsession/fear of death + struggling with mental illness for about half of my life is what got me interested in neuroscience. So, unironically fun, actually? Would be more fun if said mental illness didn't get in the way of me starting school for neuroscience (also: no money).

And the cognitive impairments from bipolar itself freak me out. I've read comments on people's posts about not taking meds/saying meds are basically The Devil (those people are fun) where people say bipolar just gets worse with age, and without meds it gets worse and worse and worse, and then I research it too much, aaaand I just get like "yeah... yeaaahhh kinda seen that in my own family... gonna go into denial about it anyway... but yeeaahh." I just kinda hold onto "ok well my bipolar grandfather got 2 PhDs, and was really smart even into old age, so I'm ok, right? RIGHT?!!" Even though I figure his experience probably doesn't mean too much about me, his intelligence and academic achievements are unrelated to his illness, and also towards the end of his life, he still went downhill once he couldn't take lithium anymore. I mean, his age (mid-late 70s) was obviously a big factor there, but it's also sometimes kinda like, "here's what your future looks like", whether that's true or not (probably not).

Adderall has always been extremely helpful (minus the mood swings it used to give me) so I get a bit annoyed when people who aren't doctors/mental health professionals insist that it's THE WORST EVER for bipolar. No, dude, I just need some mood stabilizers/antipsychotics, ok? Chill.

I want to avoid weight gain at all cost because this time last year, Zoloft made me manic as fuck and binge eat like crazy until I gained 50 pounds in about 4 months. The only good thing I got out of that experience was my bipolar diagnosis and a brief reinterest in art. I HATE Zoloft.

I've been very fortunate that both my former and current psychiatrists have been very collaborative with me. I could go in and tell them I needed this med with this med and why, or I need this upped or lowered and here's why, instead of them just saying they're giving me this pill or that pill, and the only explanation is basically a silent "because I said so." I mean my former psychiatrist was an asshole with few social skills (he was undiagnosed autistic), but he at least listened to, and respected, me. At least to an extent. I mean, he didn't even show much respect to most doctors. Brilliant guy, terrible social skills. But yeah, that's why I was surprised when this new person I started seeing (that I'm no longer seeing) just kinda cut me off, and didn't really listen at all to anything I said about what's been going on with me or my meds, let alone what I thought might be going on. In my head I was just like... "ok... what you're saying makes sense... I mean this doesn't seem like what my psychiatrist would do... and you were kinda dismissive and didn't really address any of the other problems I brought up... but ok..." Like, even if I'm wrong about something, I'd like to know for future reference, and also so I know I don't need to freak out over it. I've been going to that same place for 10 years, my psychiatrist and therapist are there, so I trust that she knows what she's doing. She's just being kind of a mega dick about it.

Turns out what I thought was food poisoning is actually Vraylar side effects? Lol I am in so much pain

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This is why I fully believe we need to decriminalize all drugs. The current system doesn't do anything to help people, it's based on racist bullshit, and restricting access to meds only makes the problem worse, not better.

Like the problem with opioids isn't really people being given them too much, it's that people need them and when they no longer have access to safe, legal pain relief they turn to street drugs and then they die because street drugs aren't safe. And for those who do become addicted after a prescription, what they need is real help, not just being given methadone with no plan to taper off and treated like a criminal who can't be trusted for the rest of their lives.

When you are denied help from doctors you turn to other means. Denying people with ADHD adderall will just make them turn to unhealthy alternatives, which will lead to actual addiction and death, because for a lot of us losing access to our medication means losing the lives we have worked so hard to build, and obviously we would do anything to not end up unemployed or unhoused or dead. And like people with ADHD usually cannot get addicted to adderall, anyway, it doesn't make us high, and most of us aren't gonna sell it to non-ADHD people because of how badly we need it. Taking away a drug that is non-addictive for the people who need it doesn't make any sense and is just a recipe for an actual addiction epidemic that will kill a lot of people.

Honestly what radicalized me on this topic was having severe insomnia and having every doctor deny me help because no non-narcotic we tried helped and they wouldn't give me ambien because they just think narcotics aren't good for people(my psychatrist literally said to my face "narcotics are bad for you" which imo isn't a good enough fucking reason when not sleeping is visibly killing me). Not sleeping was killing me, and I'm lucky enough to live somewhere weed is legal and have enough money to regularly buy it, so I have something that will let me sleep. If I lived somewhere else I would have to choose between continuing to destroy my life not sleeping or do something dangerous and illegal, and once you're faced with a choice like that you realize the true nature of the system and how fucking broken it is.

Trying to get adderall is already difficult for a lot of people, making it harder will just lead to disabled people(bcs ADHD is a disability, fight me) doing dangerous things and suffering and dying, because that's all denying people help has ever done. When your suffering is great enough you will do anything to end it, the government deciding to make our suffering worse won't fix a goddamn thing.

But I guess to these people suffering is better than maybe possibly turning into an addict at some point.

I fucking knew it, I SAID it: they're making ADHD people the next culture war targets. They will 'just ask questions' until we lose every scrap of ground we've gained in the last decade and more. We may not quite inspire the same level of hatred as a sexual minority, but we can very easily be made to inspire disdain and that also works.

They will strip us of our accomodations and our medications and try to stifle any sense of shared identity, and if that kills some of us, oh well. So long as it fuels another outrage cycle, fine.

So many of the tropes they've been using on trans people work extremely well on ADHD people too! "There are too many of these people suddenly! It must be a fad! It spreads through friend groups! And online! People are going private for diagnoses and that's bad! They are using pOwERfUl medical interventions and we think it's freaky!"

I saw the first ripples of this in terf circles about two years ago. And of course it's spread.

6% of British ADHD people lost their jobs in the last year thanks to the meds shortage. SIX PER CENT! And that just made these ghouls go "ooh, tasty, what else can we do?"

Recently an 'expert' was on the BBC saying people see ADHD diagnosis as a "golden ticket." Laurence Fox has been ranting that the condition doesn't exist and threatening "'you won't poison my child's body [with ADHD meds] against my consent"

People need to be aware this is going to get worse. Maybe, if we're lucky, it won't get really bad. But it's going to get worse than it is now.