#The Presents of Panic

[2manyflannels]

Do you think Death was chasing down puss in boots but kept on having to do his job every time one of the baker dozen died. He’d be so close and then do a Swiper “aw man” everytime because Big Jack Horner just kept on killing people

[wufflesvetinari]

ted lasso is a very specific character archetype (imbued with the ability to change everyone’s lives via the power of friendship) but he kind of beefs it with jamie specifically in multiple ways, informed by the manner in which his own tragic backstory and related defense mechanisms are orthogonal to jamie’s. and I love that for them. my chin is in my hands. studying them like insects

[fumifooms]

What if we were both magic prodigies and it otherized us in different ways and we devoted ourselves to protecting a family member who has general other goals & priorities. What if we both did self-sacrifical devotion in opposite ways.

What if we were dark mirrors of each other and where I've grown overcontrolling you've grown complacent. What if, bought as a servant into a pretty loving home, ownership and control is what love looks like to me, and to you neglected and lonely growing up, love is gratefully taking any scraps of it you’re lent.

By belonging to someone, even if she comes back injured or fails at finding Delgal, she feels like she belongs and is cherished, by owning someone he feels safe in them not leaving him.

She’s what’s tethering him do you see… And he’s the only thing giving her direction and purpose in her state. She needs a compass and he needs a support.

They’re both so out of it 😭 It’s the weirdly intense and unearned mutual trust and reliance on each other?? They’re each other’s weird little comfort codependent teddy bear. Or at least they were headed towards that before SHE DIED THEN HE DIED THEN THEY BOTH FORGOT ABOUT EACH OTHER AND NEVER MET EVER AGAIN. Though she’s also the guard attack hound keeping him safe… And vice versa he heals her and can rewrite her very being with just one wave of his hand. They’re both so so mentally and physically vulnerable both but they cling onto each other. They can’t perceive things accurately but despite it all someway somehow they stumble into something closer to resembling companionship just before they both die. Falin is just that kind and Thistle is just that lonely. Overworked. We both haven’t lived for ourselves in a very long time, haven’t we.

They both have a similar devotion to the people they love but again the difference is that Thistle starts overtsepping while Falin is self-effacing. The other difference between them is that people care about Falin <3 People have given up on Thistle long ago, and he has given people reasons to, while people refuse to give up on Falin. Yaad has a mini arc about it dw about it it’s ok he’s not all alone in the end 😭😭 He reached out for Marcille’s hand but they already all wanted to help him, they just had to be given the chance to, Yaad just had to be given the chance to, it’s okay I’m okay

Hey what if we learned to get in touch with our own identity and the world around us and living in the present again through being in the worst codependent situationship ever.

Falin and Thistle sitting in a tree, sucking on flowers together because they’re h-u-n-g-r-y 💕💕💕

I bet he’s only ever thought of flowers as useless ornaments. Weak weeds. But she shows him they’re tasty and useful and good and pretty in their own right too and deserve existing without proving their worth and waaa <33 Thistles…... Did you know thistles taste sweet if you remove the thorns and eat them?

"Even as a chimera, her kind nature remains" you can’t suppress her in the way that matters. You can’t soothe him in the way that matters. It’s doomed. You’re doomed. It’s all doomed. Save me.

[draconym]

For the record I do love when people reclaim slurs. Corporations are not people.

[as-i-watch]

There something that hit me so hard about Senshi's griffin panic

First he tried to deflect, and draw the group away from the griffin with whatever excuse he could

And then when that wouldn't hold he just confessed his fear, and the group uncertain and even dismissive

Even when he got most desperate

And then it was too late and he starts to have a panic attack

And its so bad that he gets to the point of running away screaming

And idk it was so real as to the experience of having panic attacks in public, and perhaps over things that other people find little importance in

And for it to seem out of charecter to your friends bc of masking or just how you present yourself, so they dont give it the real weight it deserves

And basically how legitimate anxiety and just fear get belittled and dismissed or how you are pushed to face up to that anxiety and fear when you are not ready bc other people think you can or dont think its gonna be that hard for you

[britneysvamp]

ryan ross is actually crazy for writing “im sure i didnt ruin her, just made her more interesting” because if someone wrote that about me i would have murder charges and a villain arc

[canisalbus]

If Machete and Vasco were roommates before they became a couple, there had to have been moments of innocent touching/body contact, followed by deep gay panic.

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[stregastressata]

Love the bit in Going Postal where a stuck up old lady asks Moist if the golems he employs are male or female and he goes “who cares?? There’s no difference, they just want to do their job” and she’s like “well I’ve found one cleaning the ladies bathroom! He could be doing… inappropriate stuff in there” And he asks the golem with him “uh, would a golem care if he was called Miss instead of Mr” and the golem is like “not one bit lol” and he’s like “do you think Gladys would work as a name?” And the lady is like “yeah sure, as long as she’s dressed properly” and he’s like “uh, well, okay never mind, great the matter’s been resolved” and everyone goes about their day

[towerofluin]

wait a minute hold on wait wait wait wait wait hold on hold on hold on oooohhhhhh i need a minute i just noticed something and im gonna cryyyyyyyyy

extended stay au

dons neck has a scar on it now :( it wasnt there before :( :( howd he get it??? :( :( :(

broski this whole au makes me feral to the nth degree i cant even put it into words how much i adore it i just hafta point at your amazing art and scream incoherently

He's always had an issue with Karai-bots

(Thank you!!!! I love seeing you in my notes and in my inbox I always get super stupid excited lol)

[pigtailedgirl]

[harper-collins]

Grian's Unfortunate Moment.

Desert Duo Drabble Prompt: "A full-on panic attack." TW: panic attacks

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Grian's day could have been better. He'd been struggling with a build, the texturing stressing him out as he desperately tried to make a pallet that would work. He used all the resources and tried his best... But nothing worked for him. He didn't know how long it took him to go from bad to worse. Time felt stretched out and going too fast for him, almost making him dizzy.

The dirty blonde could barely hear the sound of rockets firing nearby as he panicked. He looked at the blocks as he trembled. Hearing the blood and heavy breathing in his ears more than anything else around him. He thought it was silly to worry about, trying to urge himself to calm down. But his thoughts only made the situation worse.

The sudden touch to his shoulder made him flinch, and he looked back to the other with such a panic that he almost didn't register it was Scar trying to calm him down. He tried to listen to the other's instructions, but it was difficult initially, and the struggle to do so felt overwhelming.

"G? Breathe, just focus on me and my breathing," he ushered, trying to make overexaggerated breaths for the other to follow. Scar did cough once or twice, but it only helped Grian calm down a little more from laughing despite the panic still fresh in his mind. Scar had a skill that brought a smile from the smaller in more peculiar situations.

Once he'd calmed down, Scar was still sitting next to him, breathing with him and waiting for the other to speak. He wanted to comfort and not leave him alone the moment he'd taken the time to breathe correctly again. Grian felt thankful, but it was also as though he was taking up too much time for Scar.

"Thanks for helping. I wasn't expecting such a violent response from my body," he laughed dryly, glancing briefly at Scar before returning to the mess of a gradient he'd been trying to make. "G, don't worry, it's easy to get stru- sa- stressed," he finished awkwardly, forgetting the word for a moment.

He nodded, glancing at the other, wondering whether he should ask for help or try to give himself a moment longer to ignore his problems. Scar didn't seem to have a plan in mind, regardless. He stood up and turned to the other, who quickly followed suit.

"Want to go mess with Joel?" He asked absent-mindedly, knowing the other was currently online. Scar only gave him a light grin. "What are we waiting for?" He asked, watching the other with the vex-like eyes. Grian strained a grin, turning to the other's base.

[stars-of-kyber]

To Free Me From This Torment - Chapter 1

"Dear Edwina, There is so much I must beg your forgiveness for, I scarcely know where to begin." ______________________________________________________________

When Edwina finds a letter from her sister after the Sheffield's dinner, apologising and saying goodbye, she is forced to face her true feelings about her engagement to Lord Bridgeton and the possibility of a life without the one person who had always been there her. Afraid of the possibility of never seeing Kate again, she turns for help to the one person who she knows can get her sister back. But she will need to be fast, for time is running out.

Hello my lovely people!

It's @mimix007 bday YAY (It was yesterday but Tuesday are my most packed days so I don't really have time to do this yesterday so let us all pretend!) Happy birthday darling, I hope you like your two-part present. Also thank you so much for the moodboard, it's beautiful!

I wanted to explore this scenario where Kate runs away and leaves a letter to Edwina admitting to her falling for Anthony and Edwina is forced to face the reality of Kate's feelings and the reality of maybe never seeing her sister again at the same time. This is the result.

I'm already halfway through the second part so I hope to post that soon. Also, there might be a lil epilogue, I only haven't decided if I'll add it to the second part of it will have a chapter of its own, so if the chapter count goes up, it's because of that.

Let me know what you think!

Lots of love,

Cee

[specialinterestshows]

React to an unpleasant surprise in this latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic, Absolute Smokeshow.

(We’re finally getting to the series of chapters I have been WAITING to write 🖤)

Warnings for this section: Anxiety, cannabis (weed), parasocial media, social anxiety, panic attack, hyperventilation, fainting

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 71 of ?): News To Me

Once you had awoken again at a more decent hour, anxiety was the first thing you felt and you had no memory of anything you might have dreamt last night. Every time you tried to chase after a familiar flash, it disappeared. Opening your eyes, you decided to take a look around the dimly-lit room instead, propping yourself up on your elbow.

Dom was clinging to Rhea now, the latter looking far more comfortable than you had been in that same position. Both of them seemed so peaceful sleeping in each other’s arms that it felt wrong to hold your stress so close to them. You made sure to be quiet and careful as you crept out of bed toward your things.

After silently changing into your extra set of clothes using only the small sliver of light streaming in from the mostly-drawn curtains, you popped into the bathroom. Making sure to leave the door cracked an inch, you turned on the light and vent before igniting a fresh joint.

You watched the smoke trail up with the flow of the air after puffing on it a few times, holding in a sizable hit. Puckering your lips, you aim your exhale at the vent, already slightly calmer now that you had something to focus on.

The second hit made you cough a bit, but it was a few seconds before you could grab a towel to muffle it. After you regained some control over the muscles in your throat, you began drinking directly from the sink to soothe your throat - which is the exact position a sleepy-looking Rhea and Dom found you in. Immediately, you shut off the faucet and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Didn’t mean to wake you,” you apologized, relaxing again when a nonchalant hand was waved at you. They seemed genuinely unbothered, Dominik rubbing his eyes and Rhea stretching as she yawned.

“Want some?” you asked both of them.

As intrigued as he seemed by the offer, Dom still looked to Rhea for an answer - or, perhaps, for permission.

“Hmm… why not,” she decided, giving you both a smile, “Finn’s friend JD is still trying to get in with the Judgment Day; we can have him drive us all to the next location if it comes down to it.”

Rhea leaned against the counter next to you while Dom sat down on the edge of the tub. The three of you passed the joint around, your girlfriend occasionally asking for a shotgun instead. Dominik finally built up the courage to ask for a shotgun from you on his last hit, pulling away to cough out the smoke.

“I think I have the munchies,” Dom groaned once he caught his breath - only a second before his stomach made a displeased, empty rumble in agreement.

“You still have some leftover chicken in the fridge. As for my girl and I… breakfast downstairs is still going for another hour,” Rhea said, grabbing Dom’s phone to check the time, “But I don’t want to deal with being swarmed by fans if I’m recognized.”

“I’ll grab us some breakfast!” you offer, rising to your feet, “It’s not like anyone will recognize me from anything.”

“You sure?” Dom asked, smiling when you nodded.

“Thanks, love,” Rhea said, pulling you close for a kiss before letting you go and gesturing around the corner, “Room key is on the desk.”

“Got it,” you nodded, grabbing the key card before ducking out into the hall.

Once you reached the lobby, the elevator doors opened, inviting in the delicious smells of a continental breakfast. You made a beeline for its source. Walking up, you grabbed a tray and two sets of utensils, falling into the self-service breakfast line with the other hungry hotel guests.

Once you had put everything together, you glanced at the newsstand near the end of the buffet and something caught your eye: a tabloid. Usually, you weren’t one to read such things, but what drew your attention to it made you do a double take.

“WOMEN’S CHAMP FINDS BELT BUNNY?“ the front page shouted; the less urgent text below it read “Ripley confirms open relationship, bisexuality.” Next to the headline was a photo of Rhea kissing you in the car as you picked her up from the show last night.

A smaller photo accompanied yours: a still from her interview that you didn’t recognize, where she seemed to be caressing a smitten-looking Cathy Kelley’s face. Maybe you shouldn’t have stopped watching that video so soon - but that was the least of your worries right now.

The lobby was suddenly too warm, too crowded, too well-lit. How many people had already seen it? Just the thought of what must be happening on social media right now made you feel sick to your stomach.

Your breathing started to speed up as you scurried back to the elevator, trying to keep the food securely on your tray while also avoiding every pair of eyes you passed. Punching the button with the “up” arrow, you immediately heard the chime that told you the elevator was already on the ground floor. The moment the doors slid all the way open, you dove inside and ran your thumb into your floor number.

Doors closed.

First floor…

Second floor…

The elevator felt slower and slower as your breaths became quick and shallow. The plates that sat on your tray began to rattle slightly as you trembled.

It was all you could do to keep anything from spilling as you finally, shakily stepped out in the direction of your shared room. Realizing you need a free hand to unlock the door - or even knock - you set the food down on a small table in the hallway.

All you could hear was your panicked breathing in the empty stillness of the hall as you grew dizzier, pulling the key card out of your pocket. It dropped to the floor despite you clumsily trying to catch it. Spots clouding your vision, you stumble slightly before allowing yourself to collapse.

[end part seventy-one of ?]

Part 72: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/749502059540250624/absolute-smokeshow-part-72-of-another-bump-in

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[don-dake]

Bluey S1E52: Verandah Santa

[feroluce]

No wait!! What was Gepard's second letter?!?!

One was business but the contents of the second weren't mentioned, is this a secret jus for them? T-T

Absolutely adore your writing btw. My heart broke with the first part and I am on cloud 9 with how the second part ended!!! <3

((The context: Lucid Dreamer ficlet part 1 and part 2))

His second letter was personal, give the man some privacy, Anon!!

If you want an actual answer though haha, I've decided it's best left to the imagination. Like I think it would be actively detrimental to the story if I wrote it out word for word. Sometimes part of writing is knowing what to flesh out and what to not.

I don't think it would be a confession, though.

I think Sampo has a hilariously hard time laying himself bare, even though he LOVES getting attention from Gepard. For being a personal letter, it probably doesn't get TOO personal, and the only reason Sampo would leave such a thing behind for him at all is on the off chance he'll never see him again. I think it would take a pretty extreme circumstance, like death, to make Sampo be honest. But then, what does honesty matter at that point? Is it worth it, will it only make it worse? Does it change anything? Sampo will still be dead and gone. Gepard will still be left behind. Does Sampo want Gepard to know anything? I'm not sure he would.

(That said, it does make for a good scene, doesn't it? Gepard pokes through the safehouse, and he finds the beat up metal box, full of letters. He sees one with his name. And he slowly sinks onto the bed, carefully pulls it open.

The letter is still never shown. But it's not the words that are important.

It's the way that Gepard holds it tight between his fingers, realizes that he's creasing the paper, then urgently smooths it out again. It's the way that every successive sentence makes his breath stutter. It's the way he gets to the end of the page and is suddenly so, so exhausted that he sits curled over the letter, heart too heavy to hold until it's unbearable weight bowed his back.

And finally, Gepard drags himself up. Sighs all the air out of his lungs. He grabs the box, and he makes his solitary march back to Belobog.)

((When he returns, he reports straight to Bronya, and shows her what he found. Bronya notices that there's only one letter in there with Gepard's name, one with nothing but detailed instructions, and she elects not to say anything. She doesn't want to rub salt in the wound, especially not one so fresh.

She completely misses that Gepard has kept the second letter separate, tucked away in his armored coat, in the inside pocket against his chest.))

[itz-pandora]

What is the darkest character you have explored from a psychological point of view so far?

Hmm... Probably Silver?

Like I'd need trigger warnings just to TALK about what I do to him.

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