#chronic overachiever

[nachosncheezies]

Scully really did look at her academy buddy in her third damn case and say "Fuck you what if I wanna be Mrs Spooky?" and then spent 7 years manifesting it.

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[somecunttookmyurl]

fwiw my physiotherapist told me that people with eds apparently metabolise things faster than other people, so your fast metabolisation of medications/caffeine/etc could be in part linked to that?

yes people with EDS (and other forms of chronic pain) are highly likely to have the abnormal liver enzyme thing

we don't really know *why* but it's just. a thing.

[horsemage]

“a few hours” is so optimistic of my professor considering some seniors last year told me they’d be up until 4am for this class ;-;

[disrealities]

Sorry to be a bother but we as a system love your system blinkies and were wondering if you have made or could make some for other roles like gatekeeper and trauma holder. /nf

I didn't think about this! sure I can! I'll add blinkies to the list of things I take reqs for ^_^

[comfreyhollywings]

every time i look up the tag of gojo satoru - i want to scream at the mischaracterization the poor man's going through 💀

[gilligould]

in high school i selected crime and punishment from a list for an independent reading project and the librarian that checked me out said it was a very brave choice. i’m still riding that high btw,,

[archersgoon]

in the modern au also: celie and banyon take some really shitty gen ed together & end up mostly faffing about during actual class hours because it's honest to god faster to just teach themselves the material later. so in class they mostly discuss other stuff. like how banyon's been having trouble recently because she wants to branch out in terms of clothing but it is sooo fucking difficult to find clothes that fit. and of course celie who is 5'10 is like my friend i understand completely. my solution is unnecessarily complicated but what i do is blah blah blah and then the deeply sinister med student who sits behind them and monopolises the demonstrator for like 30 minutes at a time is like wow i could not help but overhear that you are having trouble with your clothes if only there was someone around. who was a genius who understand fashion really well. maybe better than anyone else ever

[scottapez]

no one is stronger than stupid bitches who still looove to overwork themselves in the most lazy manner possible (meee :3)

[stonechild]

hello??????????????? i took my last exams and officially finished my semester 🥲

[nerdofmanymediumsandfandoms]

fuuuuuuck this idiot body why do I have to always hurt

[tfofufu]

whumptober vs my slow writing: round one, FIGHT

[harmonicakai]

Mr. Know It All

Pairing: Taehyun x Reader

Summary: When you finally find yourself sleeping over at Taehyun’s dorm, you start to wonder if you and him could ever be something more serious.

Tropes: friends with benefits, mutual pining, angst, fluff, college AU, tutor!taehyun

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: mentions of sex (mdni), LOTS of overthinking

A/N: This is unedited and I wrote it all in one go lol <3

"And the songbirds are singing Like they know the score And I love you, I love you, I love you Like never before" —Songbird, Fleetwood Mac

Taehyun doesn’t know how to tell you that things aren't and never have been casual between the two of you.

It started one rainy afternoon after a study session in the library. The two of you had run through the deluge into the safety of his dorm room, and when he peeled off his wet clothes to change, you didn’t look away.

So, one semester later, right after you’ve finished moaning his name, he struggles to find the words to ask you to stay the night.

He hates watching you gather up your things and leave, refusing to be held by him for even a moment after both of you have finished what you came here for.

“Y/N,” he manages to get out, his voice barely above a whisper. You turn away from the door, your hair still messy, eyeliner smudged. “It’s raining.”

It’s code for “I love you. Please don’t leave.”

“Right,” you say, glancing out the window. Lightning flashes throughout the small dorm, with the crash of thunder following shortly after. Only a fool would leave in this weather. “I don’t have an umbrella.”

“You can stay,” Taehyun says, patting the bed beside him. You nod, crossing over and settling under the warm blanket. Despite how often you’re here in this position, it’s never under these circumstances.

“It seems like the rain is always bringing us together,” you laugh. You’re careful not to say anything loud enough for his roommate to hear through the walls, although in retrospect, you’ve never considered your volume when in bed with Taehyun before.

It’s awkward. Before any of this started, he was just the guy who helped you out with your math problem sets. Add in the perfect distraction from actually sitting down and having a conversation with each other, and you barely knew anything about him.

“I can sleep on the floor,” he offers, already sliding off of the twin sized mattress with a pillow in his arms. “I don’t want to bother you.”

You note how between sleeping next to you and on the floor, he’s decided that the latter is more bearable. 

Usually, the two of you are in perfect sync. He knows how to please you better than any other guy you’ve been with, making sure to do things the exact way that you like. Sometimes, you worry that he doesn’t think the same of you.

Are there other girls? You don’t see him as often as you’d like to, but maybe he’s just busy with other things. Kang Taehyun, the chronic overachiever and golden boy of SNU. What would he even want with a girl like you?

Surely, he spends all of his free time studying and going to band practice, you tell yourself.

At this point, your racing thoughts are never going to let you fall asleep.

“Taehyun,” you say, hoping you aren’t waking him up. You haven’t taken your eyes off the ceiling since he moved to the floor, half out of guilt that he’s even down there, and half worried you’ll catch yourself staring at him while he sleeps.

“Yeah?” he answers, his voice low. You wonder what it sounds like when he sings with his band. Maybe, if he asks you to, you’ll go to one of his concerts soon.

You hesitate, wondering whether or not he’ll say yes. “Can you come back up here?”

When you hear him gather his things and stand up, you finally let out the breath that you've been holding. Within seconds, he’s climbing in next to you, his body warm and strong.

“Are you cold?” he asks, pulling the covers up over your collarbone. “Sorry. I think the heater is broken and I haven’t had time to call maintenance.”

“Yeah, it’s a little chilly,” you confirm, although the temperature is fine. In fact, it might even be a little too hot.

“I can, uh,” Taehyun starts. You’ve never heard him stutter before. “I can hold you, if you want. That might help.”

“That would be nice,” you say, mentally cringing at how formal the exchange is. He positions himself behind you, snaking his arm around your waist and pressing his chest against your back.

“Is this better?” he asks, his voice still shaky. You worry that this level of intimacy is making him uncomfortable, but he nestles his head over your shoulder in a way that makes you finally stop overthinking. Maybe, just maybe, he feels the same way you do.

“Yes,” is all you manage to squeak out. He lets out a quiet laugh in relief before pressing a kiss into your shoulder blade. The small gesture sends a shockwave through your body.

“You’re cute,” he says, snuggling into you further. Is this really what things would be like if you didn’t run away after every hook up? It seems like second nature to him, making you question whether it actually means anything.

Still, he doesn’t bother to touch you now like he’s always dying to after you show up to class in a short skirt or send him a risky text when you know he’s running office hours. 

“I can hear you thinking,” he mutters, startling you. You break away from his grasp to turn and face him, his piercing eyes already fixed on you. “Is something wrong, Y/N?”

“No,” you attempt to lie, although your face says otherwise. Taehyun feels you stiffen in his arms, your gaze locked on his.

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” he concedes, his voice icy and monotone. “But I know something is wrong.”

How could he know that? What could Taehyun possibly know about you besides what you look like with your clothes off?

When he first got assigned to tutor you, he had scolded you for being late, and again for being unorganized. If you don’t open up to him now, he might actually revert to the same cold demeanor as before. 

Even worse, he might stop meeting up with you. With the school year ending next month, you’ll have no excuse to see each other anymore. The thought of being alone again brings you to tears.

Taehyun’s expression softens at the sight of you breaking down. “I’m sorry,” you cry, burying your face into his chest. His hand reaches up to stroke your hair, the other gently rubbing your back. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me tonight.”

“I do,” he sighs. You pull back just enough to look up at him through teary eyes. “I pushed things between us too far. I should’ve known that you wanted to keep things casual. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You stare at him, awestruck at how wrong he is. You want nothing more than to know anything and everything about him.

Still, when you search for the right words to explain this, your brain draws a blank. The only thing you can do is cup his face and kiss him, your nerves finally settling when he melts into you.

You’ve kissed him hundreds of times by now, but this one feels like the first time.

It feels like forever before he pulls away from you, a wide grin on his face. “Please, please, please let me take you out to dinner.”

“Okay,” you smile back, unable to contain your giddiness. “I’d like that very much.”

“Tomorrow night?” he proposes. His eagerness makes you giggle. He might be the busiest person on campus, but he’ll clear his entire schedule if it means he gets to spend time with you.

“Sure,” you agree. “It’s a date. If we ever manage to get out of bed, that is.”

Taehyun laughs a little before pulling you into another kiss. By now, the rain has stopped, but you aren’t going anywhere.

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[drunkwhenimadethis]

“Perfectionism,” as I experience it, is the desire for a complete removal of any chance that I may behave, act, or speak in a way that attracts or evokes culpability, being disliked (feeling ostracized…, “unwanted,” “unloved,” “not good,” “irredeemably flawed,” “undeserving,” “bad,” “wrong,” “ugly.”) Perfectionism makes everything shallow and flat: sex, love, writing, cooking, art, conversation, interaction. Perfectionism creates an inward panic that nullifies intuition, kills spontaneity, robs us of our capacity to pay deep attention, and enters us into a state of life that is almost purely mental. Disassociated. We have this cultural archetype of the perfectionist as the early riser, the overachiever, the clean and elegant secretary who dots all of her I’s and crosses all of her T’s and does not leave the sky-high office until well after the boss does, who keeps her tube of toothpaste clean and her kitchen sparkling, who religiously makes use of her daily agenda, classic type A, Virgoan, immaculate (externally).

She notices things. She has a good grip. 

The other side of perfectionism, the side that we often cannot even comprehend as the result of a perfection-urge, is the frozen individual, chronically under accomplished, distracted, forgetful: the emotional perfectionist. The person plagued by the sensation that they cannot possibly begin to really live until all is safe and sound inside. The person who is waiting for the confirmation of their goodness or proof of their wrongness before they touch anything, before they commit to anything. They believe that they must understand who they are before living life without realizing that “Self” is something that becomes clear through the act of living. With all of that panic inside, what can be clear? What can be instinctive except for error?

You Are the Dream You Have Not Finished Dreaming

[assiraphales]

the strawhats r not that weird compared to some of the crews tbh. they’re the chronic overachievers who joined a gender neutral frat house and somehow have straight a’s despite partying as a part time job. they’re not even hissing w lil cat ears on or honking their clown noses

[chronically-mars]

You. Are. Not. Lazy. For. RESTING. This is as much as a reminder for you guys as it is for me.

From elementary school to my last years of high school I was an overachiever, I over worked myself to be the best student. Academic success is something I craved because it validated my hard work. After my disability forced me to stop everything I felt lazy. I felt like I wasn’t doing enough, my grades started slipping, I needed to take more breaks than normal and I felt guilty, and it’s still something I struggle with as an adult. Taking a break to prevent burnout and flares is not lazy or procrastination, it’s self care.

To all of my friends in the chronic community in school, please take care of yourself. Don’t overwork or push yourself into a flare to get stuff done. Communicate with your teachers, find a support system if you can at school so they can help you. I wish everyone the best in your academic journey no matter where you are.