lunch and learns

okay so. as someone who runs one of the very, very few ocpd-centric blogs on tumblr (not this one, i mean @thatocpdfeel ), its actually so upsetting how little people know abt ocpd, even here on tumblr amongst other mental health bloggers. not to say anything bad abt those bloggers!!! its just not spoken abt much. maybe thats because its not as common as, like, bpd or avpd, but its also because SO many ocpd symptoms are ENCOURAGED by society. i get so many tags on my posts saying “thats an ocpd thing???” or “thats not normal???” or “im not supposed to do that???” like so much of what is killing us from the inside are things parents, teachers, and guardians all think are positive attributes to have, but we internalize those things in such a twisted and intense way that we suffer and yet are idealized for our suffering.
ive had so many people with other illnesses, like depression, tell me how ocpd has its upsides because i can be productive and get stuff done when they cant even get out of bed. thats not how it works.
ocpd is not being perfect.
ocpd is NEEDING to be perfect because even the tiniest mistake means you are the scum of the earth and deserve to die.
ocpd is not double checking your work to make sure you got everyting right because you want a good score.
ocpd is perfecting the wording of a single sentence because if it doesnt imply the exact thought you are trying to get across then it means you have failed and even if it is still technically right and no points are taken off, inside you know that it was wrong and it COULD have been better and your personal standards are ten times higher than the official standards because you know that the goals you need to reach to be successful are leaps and bounds above what the average person needs, not because you are better than them but because you must strive to become better than them at all cost because second best is still a loser.
ocpd is not orangizing your work station before starting a new project.
ocpd is crying and screaming while you trash 42 different versions of the same attempted project and shoving everything off your desk and wanting to pull out your hair or bang your head on a wall because you messed it up so many times already and if you dont get it right this time you will never get it and you will be marked as a failure for the rest of your life, unable to accomplish literally anything and youre so terrified of that thought you take six hours to scrub at your desk and mop the floor and take a razor to that bit of wax thats been stuck on the leg of your chair for a week and half and meticulously organize everything into boxes, counting every ration you put in to make sure they all even out, and listing everything thats there and labeling the boxes then straight up leaving the work area and not thinking about the project for another month.
ocpd is not having a folder of all your important documents because you know you will need them some time.
ocpd is having six folders, each containing vastly different documents, some of which are important, some of which are just old receipts to mcdonalds, some are keepsakes from friends, some of which are just a scap of paper with scribbles that you dont remember what they mean but maybe one day you will, and the rest are just any paper youve ever come across in your life. theyre all just as important as everything else though because the thought of prioritising them is nearly incomprehensible because they are all important and you need them all for equally important things so when you need, like, that paper for your auto insurance you first must sift through six hundred pages of notes your friends passed back and forth in middle school over five years ago and you dont even talk to them anymore but you absolutely cannot get rid of them. its all so important.
ocpd is not being productive.
ocpd is waking up and remembering that you are an inherently flawed and imperfect being, but also that your worth in this world is defined by what you put into it, so even if you cant be perfect, if you make enough perfect stuff or do enough stuff perfectly, it will all give the illusion to others as well as yourself that you are perfect. so you push yourself to do whatever it is you do. regardless of your other illnesses, you work and and try to be as productive as you possibly can because thats your only chance. you go into work sick. you push yourself past your limits, past what you know you are physically/mentally able to do, and you suffer for breaching those limits but all that pain is WORTH it because you are temporarily overcome with a sense of accomplishement and SOMEONE is finally proud of you. you did something right FOR ONCE. so even if you go completely nonverbal, or lay in bed for the next week in pain, or end up in the ER, or seventeen other things didnt get done, there was the most brief sense of absolute euphoria even if its almost immidiately replaced by a sense of overwhelming anxiety about what you messed up, forgot, did wrong, or ignored to achieve that feeling and the cycle of fixing, fixing, fixing repeats itself.
ocpd is not being bossy, egotistical, or controlling.
ocpd is a deeply psychological understanding that even the most insignificant mistake will reflect back on you in the most exaggerated and horrendous way possible. its knowing that if you ask your friend to go get you a red pen, but they bring you a blue one, and you dont know they got blue instead, so if you write even the smallest mark in that blue ink, even if its technically okay to write in red or blue, you specified red, so the fact that its blue makes it wrong and unnacceptable so in your mind its better to drop what your doing and get the correct red pen yourself even if its right beside your friend and you are already focusing on something else. the concept of asking others to do something, not even something in a manner of helping you but just to divide up jobs evenly, its absolutely impossible. because if they do something wrong, it will reflect on you, then you did something wrong and we both know that doing something wrong is completely out of the question. you would rather multitask four things at once, but the sight of someone else just twiddling their thumbs while you bust your ass is so infuriating! why cant they do what you are doing? why cant they just read your mind and know exactly what you need, when you need it, and be helpful? thats what you would do if they were in your situation! if they were working like you, you would hand them everything. you would also probably go ahead and just put that back for them. well, you could also handle that too. and before you know it, their job is your job and there they are twiddling their thumbs and looking at you for a job to do. its the phrase “if you want something done right, do it yourself” taken to a whole other level.
ocpd is so much more than what people think. were more than just a “type a personality” or “perfectionists” and its not just “mild ocd” either. ocpd is painful. please remember that.

Polyglot feel #57

When you don’t work on a language for a while and you can literally feel yourself forgetting words and grammar rules one by one

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Ten years, huh?

I started my blog shortly after Tumblr began.  I drew on my kids’ lunch bags for fun.  I took pictures of them because the kids threw them away.

My kids are a little too old for it now, but it was a lot of fun.  Now I post art projects of a non lunch-related nature.  

I learned a lot about drawing from this.  Look at that Squidward.  Ugh.

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Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: University AU babes. Tom is the most well-known fuckboy within the freshers (or freshman if you’re American) of your University. He is used to getting his own way with every girl but then he meets you. Whilst you hang out with the popular girls, you are unlike the others and Tom learns that he can’t always get his own way.

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Words: 1.8k

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex

A/N: This was written quicker than expected and is shorter than I guess you guys wanted. But nevertheless here is part two! Part three is already being written and on its way. Also, just to let you know, my request box is open so if you enjoy my writing feel free to drop a request! As well as requests a couple of people asked to be tagged in this so I now have a tag list. If you’d like to be included just ask! :)


Tom tapped on the door lightly, listening for an answer. He heard no response but hesitantly opened the door anyway. Tom saw (Y/N) still asleep, the sunlight seeping through the cheap curtains and onto her face. (Y/N) began to stir and Tom’s breath hitched. For the first time in his life, he was nervous to speak to a girl.

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I drew some TFTBL girls today 

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@litladiesnetwork‘s third event | woc in literature: mara amitra dyer

You’re the girl who called me an asshole the first time we spoke. The girl who tried to pay for lunch even after you learned I have more money than God. You’re the girl who risked her ass to save a dying dog, who makes my chest ache whether you’re wearing green silk or ripped jeans.

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You’re the girl who called me an asshole the first time we spoke. The girl who tried to pay for lunch even after you learned I have more money than God. You’re the girl who risked her ass to save a dying dog.

Tasty Risk | Tim Drake x Reader

Description:Tim Drake, genius, master-strategists, and overall the best hacker and probably the smartest man you’ve ever known, utterly hates school with every ounce of his being. The system had absorbed you and fed you anxiety like it was the suspiciously cardboard-like pizza they served at lunch. If you learned you had gotten a D you would probably cry. If Tim was in the same situation he would rollerskate out of the room while flipping off his teacher. What a goddamn hero.

Request:  HEYO!!! i have a request my fair lady,,,,can u do a dirttty, yes a dirty smut with tim drake where their in class and he decides to you know😏 tim drakexreader

Words: 688 (short but… lemony? sour? can I use that term?)

Notes: SMUT. SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT. Smut that you can thank Jen for, who, as much as I say is a very busy person, always manages to make time for this damn site and me. She did this really quick and told me to HEAVILY edit and “fix” it, so you’ll see a lot more of my writing style in here rather than hers.

P.S: Guess who’s goint as CATWOMAN for Halloween this year, BITCHESSSS

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Tim Drake, genius, master-strategists, and overall the best hacker and probably the smartest man you’ve ever known, utterly hates school with every ounce of his being. The system had absorbed you and fed you anxiety like it was the suspiciously cardboard-like pizza they served at lunch. If you learned you had gotten a D you would probably cry. If Tim was in the same situation he would rollerskate out of the room while flipping off his teacher. What a goddamn hero.

Admitted the ever-looming threat of bombing a test or worse, Tim manages to calm you down or rile you up when you need it. But it was nine times out of ten he was getting you into trouble. Today, one of the last days of your senior year, was no exception. It was a special occasion though, and that meant that Tim had to celebrate somehow. Or at least embarrass you one last time.

From the very last table in your science and homeroom, all the way in the back you are attempting to pay attention. Your teacher goes over how the graduation will go and what events will take place to celebrate it, and it feels like the millionth time she’s said everything. Considering how it’s the last day of the year, she’s allowing the conversation to be more open and thus the room is louder. If it wasn’t, then one of the popular girls would hear you moaning into your hand.

Tim leans his chin against his hand, eyes straight forward and dancing with mischief even if the rest of his visage displays boredom. Beneath the table, his fingers slip past Gotham Academy’s uniform skirt and began to rub your hot core through your panties. You cast him a glance that conveys about a dozen different things; Tim, we’re going to get expelled if we’re caught; Tim, I swear to god if you get me in trouble I will end you; Oh Tim, keep goinnnng…

You take hold of his wrist but don’t tear him off. He tries not to smirk as he teases you, but it finds it’s way on his face when his digits delve into your wet, wet heat. You’re soaking for him.

Tim lowers his head, turning his head where he’s just barely facing you. He smirked.”You’re so wet for me, sunshine.”

“And you’re an asshole.” You murmured around your knuckle as you bit into it to silence your cries. Regardless, you take his wrist and press his hand deeper into your skirt. Tim moves his gaze to the head of the classroom and hums once more,”I know that you’re just saying that, sunshine. I know you want me.” He says the words casually, as if you’ve just asked him if you have any homework for tonight.

You respond with a muffled moan, forced back down your throat again as he starts to fuck you with his fingers. Tim slips a third finger inside you, and the stretch combined with the risk of being caught brings you to and over the edge. He holds you there, still going, until he finally retracts his fingers. Without a care in the world, you lay your cheek onto your desk and sit there, panting. Tim makes sure you don’t miss how he licks you off his fingers.

“Mr. Wayne?” The teacher calls.

“Yes?” Tim asks, one of his fingers still in his mouth. You flush the reddest you are capable, squeezing yourself into a ball and praying to anybody out there to save you from this hell. This hot, hot hell.

“What are you eating?” She asked him. Tim flashes a smile and easily lies,”Just some chips. Sorry, I’ll put them away.” He makes a big show of crumpling some paper in his pocket to imitate a bag of chips, and then settles back in his seat. She promptly returns to the rest of the class and continues to explain.

You keep your head forward, trying not stifle the blush as he glances back at you. You feel tender lips on your temple and Tim’s chuckled whisper,”You tasted great, sunshine.”

anonymous asked:

If this falls under Sam Advises, please disregard! Dear Internet Dad, I feel like I've read a few different posts you made about how to save by cooking your own food? My sister is going to be short on money for the next year and asked for suggestions for cutting costs. I thought of your blog. I'm apparently terrible at this because I'm sure you've written about it but I CAN'T FIND THE POSTS. Help? Again, if this falls under Sam Advises thank you for reading but ignore! Sincerely, Internet Spawn.

Nah, I think this is fine! I do want to make a small distinction though, which might be why you were having a hard time finding it. I tend to write about the intersection of food and money, but usually in the sense of “Well, cooking from home can save you money, I guess, here’s how I cook” rather than something more systematic about money like the “how to survive on $4 a day cookbook” (do recommend the cookbook btw, the PDF version is free and it should be very helpful). 

Here are some links that may cover what you’re looking for: 

Setting and keeping food budgets
Cooking for the Week
Cooking for the Week Redux (more about packing lunches vs. eating out)
Learning To Cook when you have Zero Cooking Skills

And here’s a post explaining and linking to my own online cookbook

One final suggestion – if you have the money and want to help, it’d be a great idea to send her a care package every month or every few months, with some food in it that she may not normally be able to afford, like a fancy chocolate bar or some snack bags of her favorite potato chip or one of those “throw this in the crockpot and add meat for a tasty meal” pouches from the soup aisle. Or send her a grocery giftcard every now and then; grocery giftcards are great because they’re money you didn’t expect, so you feel ok using it to get yourself a treat.

Hope this helps! Readers, feel free to chime in with links or advice, but remember to do so in comments or reblogs, since I don’t post asks sent in response to other asks.

Jealousy // Cha Eunwoo

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the prompt: Hello :) I would like to request a scenario of Eunwoo from astro. Angst + fluff. I would like it to be about Eunwoo getting jealous bc I spend to much time with MoonBin. If you see this thank you so much for doing this, you’re the best!!!! :) :) :)

words: 1464

category: sort-of angst + a dash of fluff

author note: you were my first request so thank you so much! sorry this is so short and messy; it was really hard to write angst for eunwoo but I hope you like it anyway!

–destinee

Originally posted by moonbinny

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Screw “canon”; I bet Harry /adored/ Scorpius. Like, Harry and Draco go out for lunch one day because they’re learning to be civil, and at first it’s really awkward, but ten minutes later Harry is gushing about how, “He’s so smart and sweet and polite all the time!” and, “They’d better get married, don’t fight me on this,” and Draco’s just like, “I KNOW RIGHT”