#also ocd

[voidoftheotherside]

♡Soratori edit♡ I can’t even explain how obsessed I am with them

Song: (translations by me bc I’m picky about timing, but I’m a beginner so don’t take them as fact!)

[turtletoria]

one downside to digital mediums of art is that you cant see the tear stains (they just slide down the screen)

[fella-lovin-fella]

hey i just wanted to give a shout out to people with personality disorders real quick. your disorder doesn't make you evil, it doesnt make you an abuser, and it doesnt make you unlovable. you're just as deserving of respect, care, and support as people without personality disorders. stay safe, i love you and i hope you have a happy holiday season. we're in this together <3

[syn4k]

[saulathan]

Sure dirk strider

[ferritins]

PUTTIN’ ON THE RITZ | B. WAYNE

SUMMARY: You’re Bruce Wayne’s long suffering personal assistant. On a time crunch, you (re)teach him how to apply cologne.

NOTES: belligerent tension, Bruce is characterised more on the socialite side than Batman, though Batman is alluded to. Suggestive ending.

For all the years that you’ve been his PA, you’ve never quite understood the borderline hysteria surrounding Bruce Wayne.

The perils of having a pretty face and old money, you suppose; sex appeal sells, and the prestige of an established name and old money that lend him an air of modern-day Gilded Age aristocrat surely can’t hurt.

Not that it's of particular interest or importance to you; you're a member of the hoi polloi through and through.

The closest to celebrity you've ever come is being mistaken as Bruce’s latest paramour in some of your more extravagant efforts trying to prevent his sartorial and interpersonal disasters before they happen.

Speaking of which; as he goes to apply his cologne, you drop the lint roller you're passing over his broad shoulders and the elegant lines of his Kiton suit and grab his wrist before he can douse himself in the strong scent, aghast.

“You’re not putting cologne on like that, surely?”

Bruce quirks a dark eyebrow. "Unless you're expecting me to break the bottle over my head, sweetheart, there's not really another way to apply cologne."

“I am choosing to ignore that nickname, because unlike you, I am a consummate professional.” You inform Bruce, tone somewhere between haughty and resigned. “I know you know how to wear cologne. Mr. Pennyworth is the gentleman’s gentleman, there’s no way he didn’t teach you.”

“Oh, Alfred gets Mr. Pennyworth, but I get Bruce?”

“Mr. Pennyworth doesn’t tear loaned formal wear, disappear at inoppurtune moments, or make a tit of himself at networking events.” You huff. “You, however…”

Bruce chuckles, all baritenor delight at your insouciance towards him.

You roll your eyes.

Spray some on your wrists and dab them together, then come here and loosen your tie."

“Not that I'm not flattered, but I really don’t think we've got the time." He teases, daubing the cologne on his wrists, long fingers of his unoccupied hand working the Windsor knot of his tie loose.

Immune to his affected charm through long exposure, you sigh.

“Keep it in your trousers, Bruce. Tonight, you're learning how to wear cologne properly, again. Do you mind if I unbutton your collar?"

Bruce hums a permissive note, gaze hawkish as you step into his personal space.

“Right. So, as you already know, you want to put cologne at the pulse points on either side of your neck; your body heat will help the alcohol carrier agent evaporate faster. If you're using a lighter fragrance or a perfume oil, you'd put it behind your ears." You explain.

As you speak, you pluck the bottle of fragrance from his grasp with your unoccupied hand, and spritz his neck with it, swapping hands to hold his collar away and do the same the other side of his neck.

Finally, you spray the base of his neck; the mist of cologne gathers into a single small droplet that traces down into the hollow of his suprasternal notch.

“(All done.” You announce, stepping back.

Bruce buttons up his collar, works the silk of his tie back into a Windsor knot with infuriating ease.

“I still think it would have been less fuss to just spray it on over the fabric.”

“Lazy. Just be thankful you don't have to do your ankles." You say as you turn to put the bottle back on the dark oak of his dresser.

Heinously late, cognition kicks in, and the realisation of what you’ve just said strikes you like a thunderbolt. You close your eyes briefly, hoping against hope that Bruce’s more airheaded tendencies have kicked in, and the context has flown over his head.

When you finally steel yourself enough to turn back to face him, you find that the universe has not been so merciful; Bruce is staring at you, a wicked glee in his expression.

"Anyway! That’s specifically to perfume." You obfuscate. "The car is probably out front by now; if you're done, let's head out."

“No, no; you’re going to explain that delightful little tidbit before we go anywhere.”

Heat floods your face.

“You clearly know exactly what I meant. Let it go, it was a faux pas.”

Bruce says your name in a low rumble.

You parrot his name back at him in a faintly beseeching tone, begging him not to choose this moment to be a petty tyrant.

Bruce’s response is to raise an expectant eyebrow.

The standoff lasts as long as it takes you to check your watch, your resolve fracturing at the first hint of threat to your meticulously crafted schedule.

“Fine!” You snap, stepping close and dropping your voice to a murmur, to minimise the odds of anyone overhearing the frankly mortifying disclosure.

“You spray perfume on your ankles so that when you've got them over your partner's shoulders, they'll associate the perfume with you."

A faint flush floods the high planes of Bruce’s cheekbones, even as his smile turns gloating and distinctly carnivorous.

C Caught up in your own humiliation, you push past him, out of the dressing room, and quite miss the way his eyes trail down your legs to where the jut of your ankle bone is emphasised by your heels, and the considering smirk that his mouth pulls into as he follows you.

[lucabyte]

A belief in Nominative Determinsim

[motherofoompaloompas]

I personally subscribe to the Commander Fox has OCD headcanon

Give me Fox tapping a specific rhythm on his comm before answering

Give me Fox that carefully adjusts every item on his desk until it is placed perfectly during stressful conversations

Give me Fox that spends an entire shift stressed out of his mind because he didn’t get a chance to tell Thorn to be safe that morning and it is a verbal ritual of his

Give me Fox zoning out while being lectured by a senator because he got caught in a loop of counting his breaths

Give me Fox that has a complicated relationship with numbers so whenever he meets a shiny or sees a senator’s room number he gets split second impressions of what those numbers will bring

Give me Fox obsessively checking his troopers’ armor because if the paint is not perfect, they will be called out and decommissioned

Give me Fox having to step through doorways until it feels right or else a shiny will be decommissioned

Give me Fox that needs to check the casualties after all of his batch brothers’ battles or they will die in the next battle

Give me Fox that spends his entire sleep shift awake while his brain comes up with all the gruesome and painful ways his brothers could be dying at that moment

[bogkeep]

thoughts, repeating.

[clownkure]

People don't talk about Luigi's rage often enough. Where's your anger? RISE.

Bonus image under more.

[a-s-fischer]

It is not that Jews are a more superstitious people I think, it's just that we have a really strong cultural taboo against expressing optimism, and an even stronger one against expressing certainty.

[1tbls]

thought i would share this really good reddit meta post about tiago, alcoholics anonymous, addiction, and obsession..... [source]

[lastoneout]

you know sometimes you get a diagnosis after answering a lot of questions in an interview and filling out worksheets and screening questionnaires and having a test done, and that's all fine and dandy...

...but sometimes getting one is you explaining how you have this bone deep, incredibly fierce belief within you that you're a monster who should never be forgiven for the bad things you've done and how you always live in debilitating fear of causing harm because that's just what monsters like you do and then having your therapist look you dead in the eyes and say in the most compassionate yet confident voice "Yeah, that's OCD" which imo actually feels more validating than the tests and worksheets despite also feeling like having your soul yanked out of your body with no warning

[moralocdfromhell]

People acting like you’re completely evil for simply not liking bugs sets my OCD off a little bit

You can’t say anything about being terrified of spiders online without someone going “but the spider didn’t do anything to you!! Why do you hate them?! It’s unethical to kill them!!” And they’ll start referencing that one poem even if you never said you killed a spider in the first place

Some people literally treat it as a moral fault if you’re afraid of bugs. I saw a comment on Facebook where the conclusion was basically “if you’re scared of bugs, that’s Bad and you need to work on that and learn to be Completely Okay with them or else you’re Bad” like some people don’t have an uncontrollable fear of bugs

A fear of bugs is also an OCD thing. My contamination OCD really doesn’t like them. And some people with trauma who lived in infested/dirty homes also do not like bugs- So acting like being scared of bugs is an inherently bad thing leaves a sour taste in my mouth.

But I always have a nagging thought at the back of my mind now when I see a scary bug. “Why are you scared of it? You’re a bad person if you’re scared of it.”

[weaponizedhorse]

If you have autism, ADHD AuDHD, depression, anxiety, OCD anything that causes you executive dysfunction where you feel overwhelmed by tasks and don't know where to start I need you to stop and read this because this website is about to change your life.

It is called goblin.tools and it is completely free and I believe it is life changing.

So this magic todo taskmaker is amazing. You can give it any kind of task you need to do and it will break it up into easy to understand, manageable, and accomplishable steps, (that you can then check off the list which probably my favorite part) like cleaning your room, making coffee, etc

In this example below I put the Magic ToDo Task as "take a shower" (but it can be any task)

Here is the lowest spicy take (aka not broken down into many steps)

And here is the highest spicy level (where the tasks are broken into many easily managable step that will tell you exactly what to do)

Any parts of this you feel like didn't give you enough steps? Need more clarity? No problem! Any step you can edit or break it into even smaller steps!

Let's say you are have a foggy brain day and need more instructions for washing your hair, here you go!

Legitimately it can break down any task, making them so much more approachable and manageable.

And if this incredibly cool task helper thing wasn't enough for you, the website has five other functions

A feature that adjusts the tone of your text, allowing for a more professional or sarcastic expression, ideal for business emails.

An emotion detection tool, which helps interpret the emotional content of a text, identifying anger, frustration, or other sentiments to clarify communication misunderstandings. (I think this feature could help a lot of autistic people SO much)

A function that estimates the time required for various activities, such as making the bed, providing practical scheduling help

There is an entire *insanely* cool cooking function (I am gonna have to make a post about that)

Something called the "Compiler"? I honestly don't get it. It says "Compile my braindump into a list of tasks" (so if someone figures that out please let me know)

And since it is tax season under the cut are the steps it gives you for filing your taxes on the lowest and highest task breakdown levels! :)

[mysterycubes]

Marisol talking about undiagnosed OCD and just how wrong it can go. One of the harder comics I've written, but it's important to me to be able to talk about it, even using an OC as a mouthpiece.