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DREAMS

The Forest (#1)

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THE HOBBIT

* Fili

Of Memories and Snow (Fili x Reader)

Be Still, My Foolish Heart (Fili x Reader)

Unexpected (Fili x Reader)

Into The Water (Fili x Reader)

Much Needed Safety (Fili x Reader)

CPR (Fili x Reader)

* Thorin

Far From Home (Thorin x Reader) / Part 2

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#fili #thorin #fili x reader #thorin x reader #thorin oakenshield #the company of thorin oakenshield #the hobbit #masterlist #updated 6/28/2020

nemurkla

sweatermuppet

[shaking myself by the shoulders] i will get better. i will continue. i have no goddamn choice

tashalyonnes

#me tho

The Forest - (Dream #1)

A/n : I decided I'm going to post my dreams here, my friends really like to read them and I figured it's a good place to start with getting back into writing. I hope you enjoy!

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I had a dream where I was going to this school, similar to my own but a different altered one. Something was going on but I can't remember what exactly, I was kinda having a mental breakdown and I think like the school police officer wanted to get me for something I did? Pretty sure it was a misunderstanding but I was freaking out so I needed to get out of there. I ran into the woods behind the school to get away from it all, the woods didn't have a trail or anything like irl, just straight forest.

It was going to be getting dark soon but I just kept going deeper and deeper, I don't think I ever wanted to make it out of there with the way I was going. After walking for so long, I stumbled upon an abandoned, slightly falling apart, house. The sun was setting and I didn't wanna be out in the open, it felt unsafe. So I went inside. It was pretty much empty, I went upstairs to find a room to camp out in. To my surprise I found somebody else there, a boy around my age. We were both freaking out at the sudden sight of another person, not knowing if the other was dangerous or not. After calming down we actually talked to each other, and we kinda became friends. He was chill, and we made the beaten down house our temporary home. I don't know why he was there, maybe he was running from something too. Idk how long I was in the woods for, but I remember thinking that I never want to leave cause I didn't want to face my father and everyone else after whatever happened. So I stayed.

This part kinda gets blurry, but my friend ended up having just a few other friends come over, or rather his friend group managed to find him. It started off fine, I felt uncomfortable but nothing bad was going on. Them visiting us became a regular occurrence, and I think we'd often have fun in the middle of the night by telling stories and having conversations, overall screwing around. Though it was a tad scary because of the pitch black forest surrounding us. I don't remember what really happened here but I believe they once brought over some sort of drug, one I wasn't comfortable with doing or being around. So while they basically partied, I kept to myself far away from them.

One of the guys had a brilliant idea to try to get me to join, my friend tried to tell them to knock it off but they didn't listen. And because they were high, they took it too far, trying to force me to try the drugs. I felt so unsafe again, so in the middle of the night in the pitch black ink, I ran away. One of the guys was chasing after me. I think my friend was not far behind trying to get his friend off me. After a long time of running, I finally exited the forest.

The sun was begining to rise, but it was an incredibly foggy morning. And when I exited the trees, I was in the old village I used to live in instead of the town I live in now. I didn't pay much mind to it as I was still being chased. I went to the only person I knew I could go to which was my friend's mom because her house was so close. She found me hiding around her house, and asked if I needed to come in. So I did and I stayed there. We had a long talk and I confided in her about all the chaos that had been going on. She let me stay for as long as I liked, making sure I was safe from the guys.

#dream #dreams

tenderrule34

Found this reddit post. This kinda makes me feel better. And it’s something I think about sometimes because I always feel like regardless of how hard I work on something I don’t get anywhere.

oldmanyellsatcloud

Nice summary. If you’re curious, the anon here is referring to studies over the last decade that have pointed to major impacts on pattern separation with depression, and how depression can have major impacts on nonsynaptic plasticity.

caelumrising

Psychology is amazing folks and more of it needs to be common knowledge

kateordie

Good for my own information…

amthsts-remade-deactivated20191

This really explains 1) some of the gaps in my childhood and 2) my steadily worsening ability to remember shit and actually take in new experiences as anything other than an inconvenience keeping me from sitting at home sleeping or staring at the tv for hours not taking anything in

#holy shit

one-sadistic-bitch

I know I haven't posted any stories in a long time and idk if I will again, if I do it probably won't be of The Hobbit anymore (sorry). I haven't had the motivation to write in a long time but I have written out any dreams I've had that I thought were interesting, I might post them here tbh

I'd also like to write Viktor fanfics (from Arcane) but idk if I'll get the motivation 😭

things4your

Viktor - Arcane Icons

@PERCYPHNE on twitter

Please like or reblog if you save

#my loveee

adhd-languages

Reblog and tell me what you call this lovely creature

#roly poly #:)

coldtongue

“you’re so polite!” thanks, I am afraid of you.

veeaziel

every day i am percieved™️

biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist

There is a reason for this though!

The original tweet summarizes it pretty well. Fanfic tends to be popular among certain types of neurodivergent people (aka people most likely to read excessively as a child, and have burnout as an adult) for the same reasons that we tend to hyperfixate–neurochemical signaling (I hope I’m using that phrase correctly). What I mean is, for people who are really dependent on changes in dopamine/serotonin/neurotransmitter levels, who have low levels or wonky neural reward systems (perhaps the most common types of neurodivergence)…people like us rely on dependable external sources of those neurochemicals. In order to function, we spend a lot of our free time trying to level out our brain chemistry using things that can reliably bring us a steady stream of joyful moments (rewards) without costing too much of the mental effort that is already in short supply.

significantly: the investment of reading has to be balanced with a steady “return on investment”–and this return has to start fairly quickly. because again, we don’t have a lot of attention/energy to invest on tiring things. we have perpetual “low batteries” in that regard.

that doesn’t mean these stories are “simple,” or that they lack complexity or value–only that the reward has to come in short regular intervals, and it has to have a low “upfront cost.” these stories are only “easy” to read in the sense that the effort we put into them is rewarded in a timely manner. which is why fanfic stories are so perfectly formulated for neurodivergent readers–they are often beautifully written, but skip a lot of the upfront costs (of introducing new characters, of world-building, of getting the audience emotionally connected to the story elements).

the nature of fanfiction is that the reader has a pre-existing relationship with this world and these characters. that–combined with the shorter average length of fics–means that fan fics very quickly start rewarding the reader in a way that traditional fiction struggles to. that’s not a bad thing! and maybe it’s something more traditionally published writers should be paying attention to.

Fanfic, as a genre, has been uniquely helpful and accessible to many neurodivergent readers who would otherwise struggle to immerse themselves in stories. I’m glad so many of you have found a way to love and enjoy reading again! The important thing is that you are spending time inside stories you love–the way those stories are published or presented to the world is just one detail. The fact that you find joy in the process of reading (or listening!) to stories–that is what matters.

attackofjak

I feel understood 🥰

biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist

a bunch of people have reblogged this with the default “i feel called out” reaction….and i know when we say that we mean it tongue-in-cheek….but this comment sorta blew my mind & shifted my perspective up and to the left a little thank you♥