Just another artist

what i mean: i haven’t written a single word about this. in fact i haven’t held a pen since 2015. every day when i take the train i maldaptive daydream about the possibilities of this fic and how the characters would interact, specifically when they have long intense heated glances across a busy room with enough raw yearning force to set off a jet plane and blueball me into oblivion. yes i have a ‘writing prompts’ tag for no fucking reason. no i can’t spell maladaptive

TL;DR: having ADHD is kinda like playing a lifelong game of 7 Degrees of Kevin Bacon

Being told that the way my mind makes connections between Point A and Point D while seemingly bypassing B and C is “annoying”.

Meanwhile, he’s looking at me like I’ve grown another head. To him, whatever I’ve just said is a total non sequitur, but I can track EXACTLY how I got there… it just doesn’t make any sort of sense to anyone but me.

My cat: Father is...evil? Father is unyielding? Father is incapable of love? I am running away. I am packing my little rucksack and going out to explore the world as a lone vagabond. I can no longer thrive in this household.

My cat, after waiting about 3 minutes: bang bang bang

Aces, nodding: Gods

The gremlin that lives in my brain, going berserk on that “post” button: NEED! GRATIFICATION!! N O W!!!!

Picture it: a bunch of teenage padawans, including Anakin, all hanging out on the lawn or whatever and someone says something about how “well we all know which knight gets around the most” and everyone starts giggling and whispering about bathroom graffiti they saw on a mission in the outer rim once, and Anakin is just like “…who? Who is? Which knight? What do you mean “get around”?” and everyone is like, wide-eyed all “…oh shit, who’s gonna tell him”, and then Obi-Wan walks past by coincidence and the entire quad goes SILENT until he’s out of earshot. 

[smash cut to Obi-Wan, walking out of the bathroom into the living room with some hot alien woman, both of them wearing nothing but towels] Anakin: [walking in the from the front door, oblivious] Master I’m home, I brought pizza and I – uh. Master? Obi-Wan: [nervously looking back and forth] Her, um. Her shower. Is broken. So she, she needed to use ours.  Anakin: OK, but why are you naked?  Obi-Wan: I…had to make sure it was working properly, Anakin, what sort of host would I be otherwise? Anakin: Oh, yeah. I guess that’s true. 

Based off of this post (x) by @minervajeanlupin