#< /sarc /j

[habitual-creatures]

I honestly feel like what I said and showed was too bad for me to apologize without feeling extremely awkward about it, but yeah I’m sorry, I could’ve talked to you in a kinder way and I should’ve been more considerate of your feelings and thoughts. Major jerk move I did

... Please stop apologizing.

It WAS a dick move... but- ugh... I don't know.

I just can't right now, okay...? I'd prefer to just move on from it.

[allwehearisradiosilence]

Guys Nick is going to be an orphan next season my poor baby 😭

[yourchemicallyimbalancedromance]

Comfort At It’s Finest

Prompt: Virgil has a special blanket that sits carefully folded in the closet and only comes out after really bad days, when he needs it the most. It’s the blanket for huddling up and hiding under the bed, it’s the blanket for taking an almost-involuntary nap after the third panic attack of the day, it’s the blanket for pretending the world is less than sixty-four cubic feet in its entirety and has borders of fabric. It’s the blanket for retreating from a dumpster fire to cry himself to sleep.

It’s a blanket he got from Thomas, before he was accepted.

(Credit to @sleepyvirgilprompts for this idea which you can find here<3)

Ship: none? Unless you count this as platonic Thomxiety but I’m not sure, I don’t really see it that way.

CW/TW: panic attacks, swearing, unsympathetic Roman, unsympathetic Janus, sympathetic Logan.

Summary: Virgil locks himself in his room after the sides start fighting again, something about how almost all of them were holding Thomas back? He didn’t know, he didn’t care, he just wanted to feel okay again.

(Halloween has brought up some…odd and negative feelings, to put it lightly, so this is my way of dealing with that<3)

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Virgil couldn’t take it anymore; The shouting, the insults. He slumped against his door and covered his ears, breathing as if he had just run a marathon, trying desperately to remember the breathing techniques Logan had taught him. What was it? In for four out for…five? Fuck. He couldn’t remember, nothing he was thinking made sense, nothing in general, made sense. Everything was so loud and he couldn’t stop trembling no matter how hard he tried. He held his legs down with his palms and they seemed to stop shaking until he let go, all the built up energy making his attack worse than before. It was no use.

This was the third time they’d fought this week.

It was Thursday.

His hands didn’t muffle all the sound, however; he heard every single thing the others were saying in the commons; it was as if a megaphone had been held up to his door.

“well maybe if you weren’t such an asshole I would have t-“ Roman was cut off by..Janus?

“I’m the asshole?! I’m not the one who’s so deeply insecure that they have to project their shit onto others” he screamed.

The house fell deadly silent apart from Virgil’s heavy breathing. He could hear his heart in his ears. He wanted to go home, he was home, but this didn’t feel like what you would call a home.

“Fuck you, Janus. There’s a reason Thomas didn’t accept you for years.” Roman finally said, from the sound of it, through gritted teeth.

He heard someone stomp a few feet near his room, open a door, and slam it. Virgil froze, the sudden noise sending shock waves through his body.

he wanted everything to stop; the loudness, the insults, the fights, the slamming of doors, the stomping, the yelling, the anxiety, he wanted to be held and told he was safe, he wanted to go home, he wanted-

His tearful eyes drifted over to his closet to see a weighted blanket neatly folded and shoved into the back where no one but him could find it.

His blanket.

He pushed himself up off of the ground, a hand against the wall so he wouldn’t fall due to tremors in his legs. He reached up and grabbed it, letting it fall onto him, nearly causing him to fall to the floor.

The blanket was soft; light, but heavy enough to weigh on you a little. It was checkered black and white with little ghosts on every other patch. He eased up just the smallest bit at the sight of it. Thomas had given him this after the ‘My NEGATIVE Thinking’ video.

He quickly fell on to his bed, holding the blanket to his chest. it smelled of cinnamon and honey. Virgil had forgotten how in the worst of moments, if he pulled out his blanket, it would immediately default to any scent of his choice; subconsciously, he had chosen cinnamon. It reminded him of better times, happier times. How he and Patton had baked cinnamon rolls a few months after he was accepted, the smell of sugary sweetness wafting through the air.

The slight hint of honey reminded him of his first panic attack in front of the light sides, how he had curled into himself on the couch, silent tears escaping his eyes, face hot and red, unable to breathe, to speak, to move. Logan had helped him through it.

“Breathe in for four seconds,” he had said, inhaling, crouched down in front of him. “Hold it for seven seconds” he paused and waited for Virgil to follow his lead, and once he did he continued, “out for eight seconds.” He exhaled.

Virgil was so embarrassed that Logan had seen him like that that he proceeded to apologize profusely. “God, that was— I’m so, so sorry, I don’t know what that was, well I do, I think? It’s never been that bad I just—“

“That was what is known as a severe panic attack, Virgil. I take it you’ve never had one to that extent before?” His eyes were kind, caring, behind his glasses.

Virgil just shook his head, he didn’t know what to say, he felt that if he tried to talk the only words he would be able to say would be “I’m sorry” over and over again.

“I see. Say, do you like honey? Maybe lemon?” He had asked

Virgil nodded, and before he could stop him, Logan had begun making Honey and Lemon tea. Something about how “it’s very calming and quite good as well” he had said.

Virgil hadn’t noticed his eyes drift closed but he didn’t feel the need to force them back open. The sharpness of the house felt dimmer, quieter; as if they were sizzling into a low hum, something waiting to pounce again. He was too fatigued to worry about it, even though something in his gut told him to stay alert, something was bound to happen again, he didn’t listen, just readjusted positions under the warmth of the blanket.

He needed to say thank you to Thomas later.

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

IM GONNA BLOW UP ONE OF MY MANAGER AT WORK WITH MY MIND

These goober literally made had be working 6-12am, which hey, I didn't mind, it left me time to watch my MOVIE with my BESTIE Sky over here, before they literally just contacted me 20 minutes ago going "oh hey btw we decided to change your whole schedule and you're working till 4:30 without letting you know 🫡"

MY BOYS!!! THEY'RE DRAGGING ME AWAY FROM MY BOYS!!!!!

[cpunkbubby]

if you yodel when you see pictures my tits thats a good way to ensure you’ll never see them irl /silly

HELP ME WTF UR JUDGING HOW I EXPRESS MY ATTRACTION ???? WHAT THE HELL.

[ikissjesse]

i just remember my robaire bot n went to my profile n realized i have 7 followers if u r any of those 7 people shout out to u 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯

[villainsally]

A wonderful (/sarc) meme c5 made me

[raytorosguitarstrap]

STOP REBLOGGING THE HEATWAVE GUY PLEASE

EVERY OTHER POST IS THAT

NO. I LOVE RAY TORO :(

[angelpupdiary]

🐛

i hate that " dont reward yourself with food , you're not a dog " thing because what if i am a dog . what then

[tulpar-transmissions]

📗We wore a cloak today for Halloween and Reaper was LOVING IT. It even came out during math and helped us work on our journal intros.

🌿It wants to say something but isn't sure what. So.

🩶 Hi from Reaps

[habitual-creatures]

I-...

*DISC0RD's hackles raise back up in stress. It's trying hard not to lash out again, the thing it was restricting itself from doing earlier? Attacking. The overstimulation is adding onto it.*

~CHA0TICALLY, DISC0RD/🕕

OH CALM DOWN. IT'S JUST FUCKING IBUPROFEN.

[ REGARDS, HABIT ]

[brits4gerardway]

Y’know the guy…from the band..with the chemical romances..what’s his name Gerald wade…hate that guy..

🤔,, don't ring no bells to me

[ur-local-neighborhood-scene-kid]

DAMN. WHY IS BEING TRANS SO EXPENSIVE?????

[pianocat939]

Disclaimer: rant about some goofy interaction I had

Bro I can’t- I don’t know how to feel.

Ok so I was standing in the hallway, waiting for my class to open up and some random dude in my grade asked me why my shoulders were angular(?).

Naturally, it’s because of genetics.

But here’s what was weird- bro was like asking what my shoulder workout routine was- when I don’t even exercise a ton (walking only haha).

So I kinda just stood there like dead still and told him to have good genetics (that’s a lie but-).

I never want to go through that again. This is the 3rd time this year guys have wondered why my shoulders are how they are.

I don’t attract bitches. I attract guys who want to know my supposed shoulder workout routine. That in truth is nonexistent-

[transsekai]

careful making a bah blog thry get overwhelming very quickly and are ver easy to get burnt out on, maybe try applying to be mod on one for a while to test the waters

- former mod of a bah blog who left because severe burnout and shame

Thanks for the advice anon! Unfortun8ly we are a dum8 ADHD 8itch who will jump into a project 8lindly

We've never applied to 8e a mod anywhere and frankly am too anxious to lol

(this is all lighthearted anon, I do genuinely appreci8 the advice)

[rats4brainzzz]

*Walks outside while the birds are chirping and the grass is green* What A Beautiful Day! Time To Kill Mysel-