#Instant panic attack

[scatterbrainedcapybara]

Me when my phone rings and it's the kids' school.

[noyzinerd]

Derek the Doggo

Now, I've read a few Sterek AU fics where Derek has to pretend he's a dog/wolf and gets adopted by Stiles, who is none the wiser. Stiles usually talks to his "pet" in these as if he were talking to a person.

That's nice and all, but can someone PLEASE give me a Stiles that speaks to fully-shifted wolf Derek like a tumblr millennial raised on the internet? Like the single, poorly socialized, unhinged, expending-waaaay-too-much-energy-into-his-"fur-baby" dog-mom I know he'd be?

Like, Stiles holding up a mirror up to Derek and going "It you!"

Or, when Derek lays belly-up, paws to the ceiling, and stretches his toes wide, Stiles says sagely, "Ah, yes.The beans are coming in nicely this year."

Or Stiles putting Derek in a hotdog costume.

Or decorating his entire place with balloons and streamers and ordering an elaborate, dog-safe cake made of peanut butter and Milkbones to celebrate their one-month-iversary since the adoption.

Stiles hiring a professional baby photographer for a photoshoot.

Stiles setting up a Zoom call for Derek with another friend's dog, in which, Derek just sits there, looking awkwardly between Stiles and the other dog like "What exactly am I supposed to do here?", because he's a full grown man expected to have a "conversation" over videochat with a dog like they're supposed to bark back and forth about the weather or park recommendations or something.

Stiles making Derek a Twitter account and constantly posting as him in doggo speak (which he reads out loud, in a voice he imagines Derek would have, as he types). Like "Henlo! I is heckin good boi derk! Big anger! Much grump!" Or "No bork. Only O\m/O". Or "Mmmm hooman shoes omnomnomnom 😋"

And when Derek tears into things or misbehaves in an attempt to upset Stiles, he's just met with a psuedo-stern "Wuh-oh. Looks like Hurricane Derek strikes again. I hereby sentence you to 3 hours of cruel and unusual punishment!" Before being put in a cone of shame.

Bonus points if, after Derek shifts back, it turns out Stiles already knew he was a werewolf (maybe not the whole time, but definitely early on). He just wanted to see how far he could push things until the mysterious werewolf he had adopted finally showed himself and revealed whatever he was planning.

(If there is, by miracles of miracles, already a fic like this, recs would by greatly appreciated!)

[lightnersdream]

Fuckkk im having a genuine emotion about something i had the capacity to change in the past and didn't *runs away forever*

[ibetitdoes]

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[aroace-poly-show]

i hate having religion as a trigger but i especially hate having it in a specific way that i seem fine and normal about it and can consume almost any content featuring religious stuff until its in That Specific Way and my anxiety spikes so bad i want to vomit

[forget-me-not-automaton]

Shoutout to all you people who are ok with having irredeemable F/Os, y’all stronger AND more creative then me frfr 😭

[lunaetis]

@endweapon asked :

[ trace ] sender traces one of receiver’s scars ( eden's stellaron scar y/n )

nonverbal  meme  prompts. || accepting

─「エデン」─  EDEN hated the feeling of being exposed. the feeling of vulnerability, of being forced to reveal a part of her she would fight tooth and nail to keep hidden from sight. the trailblazer used to be quite open about herself, about what she was, about the truth behind her existence. she held no shame or need to keep a secret, however, things changed as time passed. as the JOURNEY went on, the more she knew, the less she shared.

                perhaps, the STELLARON had taken such a liking to the living weapon stood before her, as eden found her memory fragmented whenever he was presented. the cancer of all worlds pushed her consciousness aside, took over the body that was created to be its vessel and commanded it as if it was theirs. it's old, the seed of destruction, it's always so loud when he was here.

                this time was no different. it should've been no different if it weren't for a part of her being exposed against her will.

                eden saw everything even when her body wasn't under her influence, she witnessed everything through her locked up mind only to forget the moment she regained control. the AWARENESS never lasted longer than a few seconds. it was like waking up from a dream, however, this time, it wasn't the same. was it a fight ? she knew the stellaron was provoking him. the pain of the wounds and injuries was familiar.

                until she could feel it, the way the BLADE cut through her clothes, and her breath caught in her lungs, golden hues WIDENED and she screamed — her. not the stellaron. not the cancer of all worlds. not the corrupted self. her. eden. golden hues were blown wide, pupils dilated.

                " NO — " but it was too late. the attack landed and her skin was exposed. there it was, the proof of her existence. the LARGE SCAR that stretched from the middle of her chest throbbed wildly. the gold swirling and curling at the tearing marred her what was once flawless skin. this ... was her. this was what she was, what she was created for. everything that was the trailblazer was reduced to this very mark.

                the cold steel didn't harm her skin, yet, being exposed like this rendered eden completely silent, and the hold of the STELLARON slipped away. light returned to those aureate orbs, and instead of the sharp tip of the blade, she felt the gloved clad digits tracing along what looked like a crack in space and time, filled to the brim with liquid gold. life ? weapon ? both ?

                it pulsed, silently, lethally. her head throbbed, once, twice, and there was a ringing. it echoed dully within the mind of the TRAILBLAZER, pupils quivering uncontrollably, and ...

                ... a single tear slipped from her eye. exposed. vulnerable. empty. empty. empty.

                don't look at it. don't look at me.

                don't look at me ... or else you'd realize i'm nothing but a pawn.

                a living weapon. that's all i am.

[batwynn]

Can someone explain how the song: Genghis Khan—Miike Snow is the only song that can stop a panic attack for me? Wtaf is that, brain?

[edenpoise]

“I will never let you go.”

⁽ @metaladam ⁾ ― ： meme ( accepting ) from here .

E . ― YOU HAVE PARK-TAKEN IN THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT- AND SHALL BE CAST FROM EDEN. Cast from Eden. Cast from EDEN- CAST FROM EDEN- The bile that had risen to her throat as the consequences of her foolish actions begin to play out in front of her. The words haunting and echoing through her ears- the once INNOCENT &. CHEERFUL woman having faded - the realization that this wasn't a g a m e anymore. That the ANGEL dressed in white and gold wasn't around to use his SERPENT tongue to surprise her- to tell her that it was a j o k e. That she hadn't just ruined PARADISE.

But nothing like that came- there was no g e n t l e words that promised her freedom. There was no redemption for merely allowing her curiosity to rule over her choice.

In bitter sense, she could still taste the sweetness that cursed APPLE was drenched in. She could still feel the overflowing of KNOWLEDGE that suddenly overcame her- the once excitement to tell her p a r t n e r- to give him the gift of choice. All of these emotions were no longer.

Fearful. Scared. Sick. Embarrassed. Defeated.

Those words described her now- as her legs trembled and eventually gave out beneath her- knees crashed against the grass. Her arms gripping her bare shoulders as she nearly slid into a hunched over ball- her breathing never felt so hitched before- like she couldn't even take in something as simple as a breathe. Everything she use to find so easy, now was more difficult to do. The thoughts that rushed through her mind- the temptation to scream, to beg, to simply plea that she had done was a simple mistake. A mistake that she could fix- that it hadn't been her fault- ! That she never would've broken the ultimate rule if it hadn't been for- ! That she was innocent in all of this, that she didn't want this !

Despite the still warmth of Eden surrounding her- she had never felt more cold. Despite the bright gardens that surrounded her- promising a Paradise, but no longer for her. There was a simple thought that crossed her mind now, ' How can I continue ? '

Suddenly it was warm again- as a body much bigger than her own suddenly wrapped around her- nearly bringing her back life as a gasp escaped her. Her head tilted up, vision blurry from the tears that no longer threatened to fall ( for she had no strength remaining to keep them from her cheeks ) - even with blurry vision, she could see his gold eyes. She could see the disappointment, the anger, the ... f e a r. But there was something else, something that caused her to hiccup in pause- her body continued to shake as realization came down upon her. Her punishment was no longer hers to bare alone. And as she came to realize this, Eve felt her world shatter and rebuild itself around her, eyes widening in the brief moment as his voice broke through. Almost instantly vanishing her troubled thoughts-

" I will never let you go. "

She stared in disbelief- for how could she imagine someone willing to say that to her now. For someone to look at the ORIGINAL SIN and dare to speak like that- to give up a life of PARADISE- Eve finally found her voice, shaking as her tears feel rapidly, " I've ruined us ... " She uttered, voice broken as her body leaned forward- closer to the embrace. Closer to h i m. " I've ruined us ... Adam ... " Eve cried to him, her guilt overwhelming her as she had come to her senses. Her actions would ruin them both, her actions would punish them both. She was dragging Adam down with her, and she never felt more horrible than she did now. Face burying deep into his shoulder as she sought the only comfort she could now gain, the only person that would continue to be by her side- even in the face of demise. Even as HEAVEN condemned her- even as the last sight of Eden would fade from her vision- that the once warm and comforting lands of a garden would no longer be hers to ever see again. The cold and r e a l world that would instead be forced to face.

Even as they were cast from Eden, the brilliant golden light replaced with the darkness of a slumbering earth- Eve still found herself being selfish a last time- even as her body would succumb to morality- she held him tighter, begging with ever part of her person that if she was to be damned, that she wouldn't be looked at with hatred. That he won't r e g r e t choosing h e r. Her lips opened, a plea falling from them-

" Please don't let me go. "

[villain-life]

i HATE how my life is based on instant gratification. yet it’s not something i can stop- i want to have all soon, without working for it. AND if i work for it, i stress SO BAD about it that i have panic/anxiety attacks, bad mental and physical health and insomnia AND I’M NOT EVEN SATISFIED😭

[lesbianwyllravengard]

They should invent a job that wants to hire me and pay me a living wage and also won't send me into a violent panic attack because they hired a guy that yells too loud

[jesterguy]

Opening instagram is like turning on the oven and then just stepping inside

[lesbiten]

in my brute forcing my fear of the ocean by playing subnautica and simply telling myself im not scared era

[bogusfilth]

i don’t know whether I feel this way because I’m anxious about quitting my job and finding a new one or because it’s spring and the influx of energy is overwhelming or because four days off work is too much of a disruption of my routine or because i drank too much or because i let a stranger shotgun a joint into my mouth or because some deep seated self denial is starting to crack or because i forgot to brush my teeth last night or because i’m reading too much into the wording of “i really want to see you”

[cola-losers]

But yes next time, don't send me some post just tell me your issue, present your case. And I can decide on my own

But kinda scary and stalkerish to know what post to send after seeing me reblog one (1) art from the person in question. Art that one its own was unassuming and wasn't what was being called out

As someone who's dealt with legitimate stalking before, that doesn't sit well with me

[star-that-howls]

need high school to be overrrr