#@ panic anon

[the-forgottenone]

was that who I think it was

was that an illusion or something oh god were so cold were seeing things

(Nah.

Just memories.

A lot of memories.)

[wispscribbles]

you know the art you made of Soap "accidentally" giving Ghost a kiss before going on a mission? (before they started dating) what do you think happened when Soap came back from the mission? :3c

follow up to this post

They start dating of course! <3

[let-love-run-red]

Heyo it's panic anon, long time no see. Augh your writing is so good I can't stop reading them lol. Hope you're doing well

Hey Panic anon! It has been awhile, I'm glad you still like my writing lol, I'm doing good, and I hope you are too!

[love-filter]

MIKE FAIST as DODGE MASON

in PANIC S01E06 ― "Dead End"

[mischefous]

*cough cough* possibly… Legend whump? Him having a panic attack?

*sneezes*

*looks down at my screen*

-oh hey!...oh dear...someone better get Legend a blankie and some warm milk🥹

[cupophrogs]

How powerful is the anon magic? Because what if I just....

REVIVE MAMA SPIDER REVIVE MAMA SPIDER REVIVE MAMA SPIDER REVIVE MAMA SPIDER

“That may not be the best idea. I’m sorry.”

(scene inspired by @bumblehoneybee's fic "You're Safe With Me" GO READ IT NOW)

[magnificentmicrowave]

a mind is a terrible thing to waste

[tangledinink]

aw poor swannie :( he must be so confused

For the most part, Swannie is feeling more... numb and tired than confused. There are certainly moments when he's disorientated or doesn't understand what's going on, but he can't really bring himself to care that deeply.

But he does still have his moments. There are occasional bursts of energy from him--

Or, on the other hand, rare moments when he will suddenly go very quiet, very still, very stiff--

The rest of the family quietly thinks of these as "my brother is being fucking possessed by a twelve-year-old child," moments. They may be far from the Lake, but Donatello and Odette's souls are still entwined, and so every now and again, her influence will still rear its head. And yes, in those moments, Swannie is always very confused and very scared.

[stormyelliotwritez]

reader who had a anxiety attack when like out w friends or smth and has to like shakily call remy to pick him up and is doing so bad at explaining bc hes just like sitting in a corner somewhere shaky or wtv

ill silence now. (until later…) 🦕

hehehehehehehehehehe angst timeeeeee hahahahahahaha *evil laugh goes here*

Calling him.

Getting drinks without Remy holding your hand was going fine. It was going great. Everything was fine. You and your friends were chatting. You talked about how you had a boyfriend now and how happy you were being his boyfriend. Your friends talked about their lives and bought more drinks. Everything was great.

Then someone started shouting in the kitchen and then a car backfired outside. Your heart started to speed up but everything was fine, right? Right?! You did the breathing exercises Remy had gone over with you last time but then one of your friends started yelling at some guy nearby. You didn’t even know what had happened.

You were fine though. Everything was going to be okay.

And then someone dropped a glass.

That was it.

Your heart rate started speeding. Your hands got clammy and it was so stupid. You couldn’t breathe and you just needed out. Tears were falling down your cheeks. You clambered up from your chair and rushed into the bathroom, bumping into everything that was in your way.

You stumbled into the bathroom and slipped into one of the cubicles, locked it and sat down on the toilet lid. What were you meant to do?

Call Remy. He always said to call him.

With shaking hands, you pulled your phone out of your pocket and managed to dial his number.

Ring, ring, ri-

“Baby, baby, whats wrong?” He asked over the phone.

You breathed a sigh of relief and tried to talk. You cleared your throat and tried again.

“Need-need to get-,” you tried to say as your throat closed up again.

“Cherie, what’s wrong? Cherie?” He pushed gently.

You could hear the twirling of his favourite card, the King of Hearts. He always did that when he was nervous. You hated when you made him nervous.

“Nee- need to ge- get picked up,” you managed to mumble out.

That same split second, you heard him picking up his keys and rushing to the door. You could hear his footsteps running towards his car.

“Baby, stay there, okay? Pandye an ladann ti bebe a!”

You heard his car start and you nodded before remembering it was a voice call.

“Ye-yes, I’ll stay put,” you said quickly.

“Bòn,” he said quickly before hanging up.

You turned your phone off and started rocking back and forth as you waited. You hadn’t gone too far from home so he hopefully wouldn’t be long. You tried his breathing exercises again and they started to slowly work but you just wanted to be in his arms.

A few minutes later, you heard familiar yelling. You couldn’t make out much but you heard where’s my boyfriend, asshole! You tried to make a sound but you just couldn’t, too scared you’d start crying again.

Eventually, the bathroom door was slammed open and he knocked on your cubicle door.

“Cherie? You in there, my love?”

You scrambled up and unlocked the door. He nudged it open and then pulled you into his arms. He felt so safe. He was always safe.

He led you outside and to his car and into the passenger seat. You curled up and wiped your eyes.

“You’re safe now, ti bebe.”

[arttsuka]

WHAT IF

Jed with an undercut and Octavius is obsessed with it

Is this an undercut?

[sysmedsaresexist]

Could you please dive into the RAMCOA controversy that's been going around? I've literally never heard someone say "RAMCOA is antisemitic" until like a week ago and now there's multiple blogs (I'm sure you can guess who at this point) who are saying this and calling RAMCOA a conspiracy theory from the satanic panic.

It's being said by the same 3 blogs that all reblog the same bad takes so I wasn't putting any stock in their word. Just the latest misinfo spreading unchecked, would appreciate your thoughts on this.

You know what, I'm not going to lie, I've been dreading getting this question.

Terrified. Harassment in this area of discussion is rampant.

We are currently debating making a post and how to approach it.

I will make our stances clear right now.

I think the conversation as it is now is full of misinformation and confusion. I think no single post can cover that amount of history and the theories and controversy.

I don't think anyone understands what they're arguing about, or the histories they're trying to bring up, and how they overlap. I think many members of the conversation lack access to resources and education that the mods of this blog DO have access to. Most of the links being thrown around lead back to the same single sources.

To shorten a very long, complex, and honestly unfinished conversation: the satanic panic and RAMCOA are two completely different entities. The satanic panic was a religious political movement of the 90s pushed by conservatives as a way to scare people back into church and scare women back into their "place" at home by attacking child care facilities. It called on a lot of tropes. And many of them were, yeah, ridiculously antisemitic. As the movement got more and more sensationalized, it began to call attention to therapists (some of them bad faith) and to RAMCOA survivors as a "Look! It's real!" kind of thing. If anything, this attention hurt far more than it helped. It painted an inaccurate and insulting picture that's still utilized to harm people today.

To be very clear: programmed DID is a well documented occurrence and it can occur in several ways.

We support survivors, no matter what they call it. We support clinicians trained in treating people who have gone through that extreme level of horrific abuse. We support people learning to separate fact from fiction, in whatever way that may apply to any given situation.

SAS supports ramcoa and oea survivors.

Here's something we suggest reading, though it's very long.

Stay safe, everyone ❤️

[sendpseuds]

Yes runaway romba very self explanatory but just for the audience what does that mean.

Almost every weekday for the past eight years, Obi-Wan Kenobi has walked the same route to work. It’s not far, a little over a mile, though everyone else at the firm seems to think he’s insane for making the daily trek in a full suit.

It’s peaceful, the stroll through quiet neighborhoods and tree lines streets, the bustle of his favorite cafe and their perfect London fog latte, the fresh air and sound of songbirds.

More often than not the walk is uneventful, sometimes he doesn’t even see another person, but there has been the occasional note worthy trek — the time he witnessed a hit and run and needed to stay to speak with the police, the time he pulled a kitten out of a tree, the time he showed up to the office soaking wet after offering his umbrella to a little old lady — but Obi-Wan has never encountered anything quite like this.

The moment he’d turned onto Temple Street he saw it.

A roomba.

A rogue robot vacuum rolling down the street far faster than Obi-Wan has ever seen one of these mechanical maids move, especially over the uneven terrain on the side walk.

“Well, hold on a moment little fellow,” Obi-Wan says as if the droid can hear him, hastening his steps to catch up, “What are you doing out here?”

The closer he gets, the faster little thing moves but it only takes a block to catch up, grabbing the roomba firmly and lifting it off the ground.

Immediately, alarms begin to pour from the disk shaped robot, beeping and screaming, its wheels whirring faster like it’s trying to escape.

“Calm down,” Obi-Wan exclaims nonsensically, tightening his grip and trying to hold on, “I’m trying to help! I’m trying to get you home.”

That seems to soothe the little bot somewhat, the blaring sounds quieting to a series of slightly annoyed sounding chirps and beeps.

“There we are,” Obi-Wan laughs, turning the vacuum over in his hands as is to make sure the droid hadn’t injured itself, “That’s much better don’t you—“

Then he notices it.

A strip of duct tape stuck to the roomba’s undercarriage with a note scribbled in sharpie—

If found, please return to Anakin Skywalker

[pianokantzart]

Litterally, every single character in the Mario games is just a different type of cat.

Mario:

Luigi:

Princess Peach:

Toad:

Princess Daisy:

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Some people think the black hole scene is Shadow’s doing. I however think it’s Gerald and Eggman’s doing and Shadow is the one who saves the trio. Bonus points if he looks extra epic while doing it and Sonic has a moment of gay panic.

Ooh! That would be an interesting—and very exciting—twist of events.

I love how we all agree that Sonic experiences a moment of gay panic encountering Shadow, but nothing about Shadow having that as well.

[pininiu]

Evil versions of xyx and sungho do be trapped in my head for a while

Cuz I can’t unthink of my bbg being lesbian’d ever since I saw it

so I coped by doodling to get it out of my system

[celestialwrites]

can i request prompts for comforting your s/o after a panic attack? / words of affirmation

of course!!

@celestialwrites for more<3

comforting your s/o after a panic attack *ೃ༄

♡ kissing both of their cheeks as an attempt to calm them down.

♡ holding them while whispering “i love you’s” when they cry.

♡ holding their hand through the whole ordeal.

♡ “i can’t, i can’t-” “it’s okay, it’s okay. just look at me.”

♡ resting your forehead against theirs.

♡ they’re shaking infront of you, giving them space you offer them words of affirmation, “it’s going to be okay.” and “it’s like a wave, it will roll over.”

♡ standing back, you help them breathe in and out.

♡ “hey, hey, it’s me. you’re OK, you are going to be just fine.”

♡ kissing their knuckles to soothe them.

♡ getting a bath ready for them after the panic attack.

♡ turning a show on to distract them afterwards.

♡ “i love you, (nickname) there is absolutely nothing wrong with you.”

♡ giving them enough space until their comfortable with you coming to hug them after.

♡ after, knowing they want to forget, you change the subject completely, talking and talking about nonsense until they feel better.

♡ talking the whole thing through after until they feel as if a brick was lifted off their chest.

♡ “thank you, i love you.” “i love you too.”

♡ “i’m sorr-” you lift their chin, “don’t ever be sorry, i’m always here for you. no matter what.”

♡ you held back tears as you watched them, desperate for a way to help, you never thought your presence would actually be the thing to soothe them<3

AN: my love to anyone who has ever had a panic attack, i know it can feel awful<3