#< /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?????

[yourchemicallyimbalancedromance]

“I Keep You Safe From Me”

Chapter Two: Feelings

Ship: slow burn romantic analogical

CW/TW: swearing

POV: Virgil

(No summary because I don’t want to give anything away)

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2:02 PM

Virgil sat down between a box labeled “books” in sloppy handwriting and another box being used as a makeshift table, holding a variety of different snacks that his roommate had managed to find in the past few hours through rummaging around the place. So far, he’d found honey roasted peanuts, sour gummy worms, and a hot cocoa packet.

Virgil grabbed the bag of peanuts and ripped it open slightly, dumping a handful into his hand. “So,” he said to the stranger across from him who was chewing on gummy worms like they were going to be his last meal, “what’s your name?”

The stranger swallowed, “Janus, yours?”

Virgil popped the peanuts into his mouth and chewed for a moment, listening to the faint sound of an electric guitar playing in the background before answering, “Virgil” he said finally.

“Neat name, got a backstory for it or somethin?” Janus said, grabbing another handful of gummy worms.

Virgil shook his head, “Nah, just what I was born with”

Janus nodded, “cool, cool.” he said with genuine enthusiasm. He glanced at the clock on the wall and a disgusted expression faded over his face. “Ah, shit. I gotta get to work.” He said, immediately getting up and digging his keys from his pocket.

“Fuck” he muttered under his breath, grabbing his gray crocs from next to the door and sliding them on in a rush.

“Sorry to cut the whole introduction stuff short, man. We’ll get to know eachother better sooner than later though, yeah?” Janus said opening the door.

Virgil nodded and watched as Janus practically slammed the door and ran down the hallway.

He got up and turned down the speaker after the noise started getting choppy from the lack of signal from Janus’ phone, hurriedly replacing it with his own and starting to play his main playlist on shuffle.

He turned the speaker back up, looking at the room around him. For a place with so much stuff in it, it was pretty dull.

Virgil didn’t want to start decorating with Janus’ things so he begrudgingly made the decision to go outside and get the boxes from his car.

He opened the door, peaking out into the brightly lit hallway to see if anyone was still there, not wanting to run into another crowd of sentimental “goodbyes” from one stranger to another. When he deemed the coast clear, he closed the door and began the walk downstairs.

After a brisk walk through the building and into the parking lot, he opens his trunk and begins unloading box after box into his arms. They’re heavy, and they make his arms hurt endlessly but he’ll be damned if he asks for help from anyone else.

He makes trip after trip after trip, back and forth from his dorm to the parking lot until each box is carefully placed on the floor of the room he picked out for himself.

He leans against the biggest box which held all of his clothes and sits, out of breath. Suddenly realizing, he did it, he managed it. He got everything here by himself. He got here by himself.

He used the sudden energy from this brief epiphany of success to gather enough strength to get up and start unpacking.

He grabbed a rusty pair of scissors from off of one of Janus’ boxes in the main room labeled “DVDs” and started to tear his own open.

*** *** ***

An hour or so passed as Virgil placed different band posters up on his wall (MCR, Evanescence, Paramore.) and carefully tacked them up with stray thumbtacks, careful not to rip the edges.

He placed a black shaggy rug on the floor and a coffee table on top of it, laying out multiple Rolling Stone magazines across the wooden space.

He put together most of his bed—apart from the bedset—and laid on the bare mattress, practically sinking in it from exhaustion, eyes almost drifting closed. The words kept echoing in his head. He was here, he did it.

Virgil’s eyes fluttered open at the sound of his music dying down to a quiet noise, listening to footsteps that were getting closer to his room.

He jumped as Logan’s head peaked out from behind the doorframe of his open door.

“Logan— what the fuck?” He said, registering the face in front of him after the fear subsided.

“Hey, sorry i was working on a project and your door was open and I realized I didn’t get your name and—“

“You’re telling me you broke into my dorm because you didn’t catch my name?” Virgil said, obviously stunned.

“Um..yeah..?” Logan said, scratching the back of his neck.

Virgil sat up and swung his legs over the bed. “That,” he said, admittedly a little amused, “is the weirdest shit I’ve ever heard”

Logan laughed nervously. “Sorry, this was stupid, I don’t know why I thought this was a good idea” he turned around to leave, face flushed.

“No!” Virgil said hurriedly, causing Logan to stop in his tracks and turn around, confused.

“I mean, just— you’re here, so do you wanna like…help me unpack or something?” Virgil finished.

Logan blinked at him, a bit shocked. “Uh, y-yeah sure, totally” he stepped further into the room.

Virgil grabbed the scissors on his bedside table and got up, ripping open a box full of books, handing a few to Logan.

He nodded to the bookshelf to the right of him. “You can put these there, it doesn’t matter how you do it, you don’t gotta like alphabetize or any of that stuff”

Logan nodded, “got it”

He carefully went to work on the bookshelf, placing the books in order of tallest to shortest as Virgil changed the playlist on his phone, the song Playing God by Paramore playing through the speaker in the next room.

He went through the last few boxes that were sitting next to him, starting with the clothes. He pulled out each shirt carefully and hung it up in the closet or folded it, neatly securing it in a drawer.

Logan was grabbing the last few books in the box when one of the shirts Virgil was holding up caught his eye.

“You like Fall Out Boy?” He said questioningly, eyeing the shirt, still clutching onto the books.

“Oh, yeah, for sure” Virgil said, turning to face Logan. “From Under The Cork Tree and Infinity On High are some of my favorite albums of all time”

Logan smiled wide, “Oh my god! Really? What’s your favorite songs?”

“From those albums?” He thought for a moment, “I mean it’s kind of hard to choose, but if I had to it’d probably be Dance, Dance and This Aint A Scene, It’s An Arms Race”

Virgil folded the shirt and tucked it into the middle drawer of his dresser before turning back to Logan. “Yknow, I’m kind of surprised that you like Fall Out Boy. You don’t really strike me as the type.”

Logan snorted, “Yeah, honestly if I were you, I wouldn’t see it either.” he placed the books on the shelf and sat down on the mattress, watching as Virgil pulled multiple hoodies from the giant box.

“Out of curiosity, why’d you choose here?” Logan asked. He liked GSU, but never really understood why it was apart of peoples main selection of colleges, they could always aim for somewhere better than here.

Virgil hung up the hoodies one by one. “If I’m being honest I chose it because it just felt right, there wasn’t any particular reason. The community seemed nice enough, and I wasn’t looking for much, it’s not like I was trying to get into Harvard.” Virgil said, slightly taking a jab at his brother, thankful he wasn’t here to say something back.

Virgil folded the last box and threw it out into the living area with the rest of them, grabbing his bag and taking his laptop out, opening it.

“I could see you getting into Harvard” Logan said, almost too quiet for Virgil to hear him, but he did.

Virgil’s heart felt full for a second. He usually didn’t believe those kind of things, he always thought people were just trying to be nice, but something about this instance felt different. “Thanks” he said, a little flustered.

He found it odd how such a small thing from a stranger made him feel so…complete.

Logan didn’t respond, just smiled a bit, before suddenly pushing himself off of the bed. “Um,” he said nervously, “I’m gonna go, like I said earlier I was working on this project for my astronomy class and I kinda need to get back to that”

Virgil looked up from his computer where he was starting to type in the password. “Oh, okay. Well it was nice seeing you again, Logan.”

Logan’s smile grew, “you too.”

Logan turned to leave the room, crossing the threshold between Virgil’s room and the main area, coming to a halt when Virgil called after him.

“And hey, it’s Virgil by the way” Virgil called, watching his computer load and let him in before looking out into the open space where Logan was standing.

He saw him smile, teeth and all, and stand in the doorframe, one step between hallway and dorm.

“Good to know” he called back.

and Virgil heard the door click shut.

[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-

[goldenlyrad]

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)