Listening to most music: I hate rap and screamo.
Listening to a TØP song which involves both rapping and screaming:
God this is such a mood
what song comes to your mind when you hear the word “tonight”
Anonymous asked:
I stutter a lot of the time, and I'm wondering if that could be a symptom from my ADHD.
justaddthings answered:
45% of children (no statistic for adults, sorry) with ADHD have some form of speech and language impairment which can include stuttering. There is no reasoning I could find other then co-morbidity though, so it may just not be the adhd on its own.
As an ADHD-having-type myself, I trip over words, especially when I’m not medicated. When I was a kid, I think the only thing that kept me from stuttering constantly was that I had training to be on the stage and spent all of Pre-K being told to slow down.
So possibly there is a correlation between how rapidly our brains are coming up with words and ideas, and how quickly our mouths can actually produce those sounds? Similarly, when I was younger, having to write things out by hand was TORTURE because my brain was a paragraph ahead of what I could scrawl out with a pencil. Switching over to typing helped with that, because I could get the thoughts out and then relay them at a pace other people could process.
I have no science to back this up, though, alas.
I too have ADHD and stutter like a machine gun but it’s not as bad as it used to be after 4 years of speech therapy but it still happens if I’m talking about something I’m very interested in or having an I in depth discussion.
If boy didn’t leave with a pastry I swear to G
GUYS HE GOT HIS COOKIE, EVERYTHING IS OKAY
I’M INTERRUPTING YOUR FEED WITH A V IMPORTANT UPDATE
You are born with the ability to see whether people listen more often to the angel or the devil on their shoulder, based on the opacity of each- if they listen more to the angel, it’s more solid and the demon is more transparent, and vice versa. You recently met a guy online and you’re finally going to meet. You go in for a handshake and glance at his shoulders, but you can’t see the angel. Only a solid demon.
Run. That’s my first thought and it keeps playing in my head over and over again. Run!
“You OK?” asks the man before me.
I realize I’ve been standing frozen, probably looking spooked. “Yes,” I fake what I hope is a convincing smile. I look back at his right shoulder, there’s nothing there, then to his left shoulder where a solid colored devil rests.
As he turns to our table I glance over the restaurant to make sure my powers are still working. There’s a woman one table away with a transparent devil and a translucent angel, she listens to the angel more. The woman across from her has a devil that’s translucent, she listens to it a little more than she should.
I’ve had this power my whole life, to see which side one listens to, but never before have I seen a completely solid devil, never before have I seen the angel completely gone…
Run!
Turning back to him I seen he’s pulled my chair out for me, watching me expectantly.
I could run now but what if he follows? Maybe it’s best I don’t tip him off, assuming I haven’t already, and sneak out while he’s not looking.
“Thank you,” I sit down.
He sits across from me and looks down, pulling on his long sleeves. “Order whatever you want,” he mumbles, “don’t pay attention to the price.”
“Oh, OK thank you.” I can barely pay attention to the menu. I glance over the restaurant, planning an escape route from the restroom.
“It was at 5:50,” he says, picking right up from where our last conversation online left off.
“I watched that video a dozen times and couldn’t see it.”
As we talk he seems just like the shy sweet boy I met online but then I glance at the devil on his shoulder and remember to be scared.
I’m looking at his shoulder so often that he glances back to see what I’m looking at. Worried about it I glance down and gape; on his arm a cut peeks out from under his sleeve.
He sees me seeing it and panics, pulling his sleeves down.
My gaze falls to the table and we sit there in silence.
This whole time I’ve been avoiding the people with the more solid devils because they listen to them more, I never questioned what the devils were saying. His devil isn’t telling him to hurt me, it’s telling him to hurt himself, that he’s worthless and doesn’t deserve me; and me acting scared of him isn’t helping.
“Don’t listen,” slips out before I’ve finished getting my thoughts together. I take in a long breath and speak slowly. “Don’t listen to the voice that tells you you’re useless, that you’ll never make a difference… You’ve made a huge difference to me.”
I risk looking up and see him teary eyed. “Thank you,” he whispers, and beside his head a barely visible angel fades back into existence.
Thank you so much for doing this prompt @hannahcbrown!
To all the amigos out there, know that you are loved ❤️
My angel just shined a bit brighter after that
