Trying To Prove A Point

Trying to prove a point

REBLOG IS YOU THINK AROACE / aro/ ace PEOPLE ARE A VALID PART OF THE LGBTQ+ COMMUNITY , LIKE IF YOU DON’T

pls rb if you think cuddling doesn't have to be s3xual

im tryna prove a point to my bf's mother help me out

casting a spell of finish your wip rb to pass it on

I love your new caddy fic omg also is Casey in Raphs lap the whole time? Got confused

Yes, sorry for not clarifying enough! Raph is sitting criss-crossed, with both Casey and Leo in his lap, the others kind of surrounding them. Thank you for your kind words!! ❤️❤️❤️

Wait what the freak? That's ADHD??? 😮

The thing about ADHD is that the "lack of reward chemicals in your brain" doesn't just mean that you don't want to do any tasks that don't feel particularly yummy :(, it means that your brain will look at chores and tasks that need to be done like "doing this would be painful and tedious for absolutely nothing to gain from it, Do Not Do That." The same thing that your brain tells you about everything else that would feel really bad and hurt the entire time that you're dying. The part of your brain that stops you from doing the thing is the same part that keeps you from shoving your arm into a wood chipper.

With unmedicated, unmanaged ADHD, "I have to do this assignment or I fail and my life will be ruined and I die" feels like a SAW trap, every single time.

bouta give you guy a little sneaky-peaky of a fic that I will hopefully finish by Friday 🥇🥇🥇

I'll put it under the cut for a reason I am yet to name. (Writing Splinter has got my words all philosophical)

Leo smiled, and performed another respectful, albeit smaller, bow, and listened to more of his father's intel. Well, at least it seemed like intel at first.

"One more thing. There is another saying I know, this one relevant to young leaders such as yourself.." The smaller looked intrigued, not taking notice of the unusually playful glint in Splinter's eyes, and hardly suspected a thing when he knelt down to his level to speak. He did however, find himself concerned with the fact that in a blink of an eye, he had been flipped over, and lied back down on the couch, his legs under the weight of a 6-foot rat mutant.