OCD will literally remove your brain's ability to register when a task is Complete and then create 10,000 incredibly ridiculous and extremely specific rules for you to follow in every single aspect of your life (to keep you safe, of course, it tells you.) and then tells you that if you don’t do them Correctly and Completely every single time it tells you to (it tells you countless times per day) then the Entire Fucking World Will End and then it’ll do this fucked up thing where it makes you believe that nonsense.
and then people that don’t have it will make silly little jokes about being soooooo OCD and make t-shirts with fun little acronyms on them like Obsessive Coffee Disorder and tell you how much they like it when things are organized and clean, too!!
and then you’re supposed to just. laugh. like you haven’t been robbed of your entire being and potential and been taken over by a mind and life altering disability
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Guilty Pleasures
Literally all I want, all I need, is to be taken care of by some hot, hot man. I want him to coddle me, worry over my wellbeing, and all around be attentive to my needs. Those fics where the reader faints, is overworked, gets sick, has horrible period cramps, or is injured (Minor or on the brink of death) I eat those up every time. This is why characters like Leon and Carlos from resident evil, and then COD characters like Ghost from MWF2 are fueling my hot military men agenda. It’s such an easy setting to be like, “Guess what you’re too injured to walk and now have to be carried to safety by a man of hulking muscle” I want someone to sit by my bed in the hospital waiting for me to wakeup, holding my hand, telling my unconscious body its all going to be okay, you’re going to be okay. Because he’s going to make sure it happens. Hurt /comfort with a physical injury, none of this emotional angst please, is what I gobble up in fanfiction when done well.
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I truly hate Going Through It because it makes me feel like my whole fucking identity is Guy Who Is Going Through It and I would like it to not be that
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HIIIII im back for my annual oc redesigns AND propaganda <3 this time featuring THE most brothers of ALL time bc my GODDDDDD. i open my notes on the Ryder family and they unravel and roll on for 382 miles like a cartoon scroll u feel me
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when i get mad at random ppl on tumblr i write up my whole rant about them and save it in my drafts and routinely i go back thru and empty out my box with a clearer head and purer heart. except for today when i noticed that the OP of one of these said posts deactivated. i outlasted you i win. I WIN
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btw in absolutely unsurprising news I fucked up the exam of that class I'm taking for the third time badly again.
in very surprising news, apparently Something happened, idk if the dean said something to the professor or I looked like a distressed broken down wet rat enough or he just doesn't want to see me in his class again or idk, maybe it's not good for him if someone fails his class three times, but he actually offered that I could do a written exam on friday instead? which. is extremely surprising. good, because it gives me another afternoon to study and I can draw and go back to questions on a written exam, even if I have to shuffle around the other exams and papers now, just. very surprising.
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“oh I HC [white guy du jour] as italian-american” okay why is he so well-adjusted in your fic, then? Why is he mentally Normal? Is it because you want him to cook?
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what to do when its feels like someone is watching you even though you know there isnt anyone there but its a gut feeling you can get rid of and it wont go away and thinking of happy things or something else doesnt work
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brain: hey, maybe you were dreaming about being unable to stop kids with minor superpowers from killing each other bc you're mourning the lost potential of not just yourself but other people you love who were traumatized and potentially crippled as children
me, who just wanted to wash my hair: listen, i'm sorry i was pissed at you for not working today. can we go back to that please
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