To, Someone Special,

When I was a kid, I once got attacked by another kid and in the squirmish I made his nose bleed, he was shocked by that which allowed me to take control of it and knock him the fuck off me. After talking to the principal and shit I got suspended for two weeks and that kid literally got ice cream and taken back to class, when my mom had issue with it she got told he was a "good kid" who went to the same church as the principal so he couldn't possibly have done that. that day onward he kinda saw harassing me as a free pass cuz he knew he'd get away with it, which in turn other kids would start to try it to, and id end up in fights i never instigated, and i'd get slapped with the label "problem child" and had an inescapable negative rep that almost landed me in juvey once even though there was literal video tape evidence showing i defended myself.

this isn't really going to some profound point or anything it's just like, religious people start harassing people they seem unworthy even young and shit ruins lives. it's bizarre to me atheism is viewed as this inherently reactionary concept when Christians are harassing literal single digit age children for going to a different church than them.

=DD sure I'd love to join your rp endeavors xD bring on the chaos!!

yooo i wanna make an rp blog on gen or ukyo (idk, still deciding, help) and i stumbled upon your blog and i thought wow maybe its not such a bad idea to have an rp blog so can we be friends? :3 (i hope im not annoying)

/ooc YEAH OF COURSE!! I'm always up for making new friends ❤️❤️ and I implore you to join me in my rp endeavors because right now I'm all alone and I'd be so happy to have another rp blog to interact with

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The experiment begins, but Senku is not happy with the results. Poor Gen is just confused about what is going on.

Next page tomorrow~

hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god

And now for something completely different.

This is the ADHD Teapot. I made it in a ceramics class a few years ago. I use it to explain executive dysfunction to people who haven’t come across the term before (and those who think of ADHD mostly as Hyperactive Eight Year Old Boy Syndrome).

So, most people’s brains are like a regular shaped teapot with a single spout. Let’s say that your time, energy, focus etc is the liquid you have in the teapot. Your executive function is the spout, that directs the tea into the specific cup you want to fill-aka the task that you’re meant to be doing. Spills happen occasionally, but generally most of the tea goes in the right cup.

If you have executive dysfunction, (a symptom of ADHD, trauma, autism, schizophrenia etc.) you have multiple spouts going in different directions. You can try pointing one of them at your chosen cup and you will probably get some liquid in there, perhaps you will even fill it right up (finish the task). But meanwhile, tea is also pouring out of several other places and not going where you want it. If you have another container nearby, perhaps some of it will end up in there. But quite a lot of it is going to end up on the floor and accomplish nothing.

And at the end of the day you’ll have filled one or two cups ( or sometimes not even one) compared to the five or six that somebody with the same sized teapot (but only one spout) has filled, and everyone wonders why you’re so bad at getting tea poured, and why you make such a mess in the process.

One day I’d like to spend more time learning pottery and create a really technically good fucked up little adhd teapot. But that’s a long way off since i currently live in the outback and the nearest pottery workshop is some 400km away. But I figure that for now, it might be a useful or interesting metaphor to somebody even in its rough draft form.

This post is the cup I filled instead of cleaning my house btw.

Senkuu: Due to personal reasons, I will be going completely off the fucking rails.

*slides you this chart*

*you kick me out of the butcher shop*