My Concessions To My Obsessions

if you are a person who comments your reactions on every single chapter of a multi-chapter fic, please know the author FUCKING CHERISHES YOU

Add to that: the government and advertisers don’t know what you are purchasing when you buy with cash; which is desirable even if you’re not doing something illegal, especially in this age where people are constantly profiled.

canon has drastically changed this over the years but I’ve always thought of the tragedy and confusion and anger Bruce would have felt when the world started revealing itself to be super. to have gone from confident in his ability to handle whatever a criminal could throw at him to desperately scrambling to keep up with the aliens and mutants and magic that seemingly exploded across the globe and his city. to fake confidence and to have to brute force ability to be taken seriously and not have his city taken out from under him. to be asked to join fights he has no business being in and be resented for his caution.

people say folks with adhd struggle with "delayed rewards" aka long term goals and as such we tend to focus more on short term rewards. what they don't talk about is that at when we Do accomplish long term goals we don't actually feel anything proportionate to the amount of work we did to achieve it. In my head I suffered for a while and then money spontaneously appeared in my bank account.

"Don't you feel satisfied that your windows are so clean now?" It sucked and it sucked and now I don't care. I just remember the sucking.

people have said it before but if you read a lot of historical literature you do begin to just sort of think in that style of language. I’ll put down the 18th century journal I’m reading and have to resist the urge to send academic emails with every Noun capitalized and punctuated only by the profuse Usage of the Em-Dash — it is a deceptively challenging Instinct to resist, & worse is that Instinct when spelling certain Words to utilize what would, some Centuries prior, be an appropriate Spelling, excepting that my Correspondence occurs in the Twenty-First Century, where Men are inflexible and uncreative in their Methods, & this Propensity of mine would appear only foolish & incorrect, instead of suggesting what it in actuality reflects, which is that I am simply an Incorrigible Nerd — Oh! the Woes of modern Sociability! Why should I be compelled to conform to these d——d modern Conventions! Is it not enough to be unabashedly and impudently Autistic?