#brain goes woosh !!

[venusincleo]

𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎.

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟶𝟸. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚒𝚍𝚎.

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Warnings: MDNI • Terry Richmond x Black!OC Eden Laurent, angsty, a lil sad... that's all... 🥲

Summary: After the events in Shelby Springs, Terry moves out of town, and goes to Covington, LA. Messed up about what happened to his cousin, he tries to keep his head low and stack some money. Only halfway effective, with just money to show for his efforts, he slowly spirals with grief before he has a not-so-cute meeting with a young woman on her own healing journey.

Word Count: 1.3k💚

A/N: I'm tapping into my younger self with these shorter parts... {taking it back to my 2014 Wattpad days lmaooo} I hope you enjoy this fic as the story progresses. 🫶����

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The silence was deafening. Yet, there were so many elements in her peripheral, the young woman found herself glancing around the room every few seconds. The quiet tick of the analog clock right above the door, the short stints of heavier breath whenever one of her only students laughed at a TikTok on their phones. The calming woosh of the timed heater turning back on to fill the room with warmth. The ever-so-light taps of her nude brown pointe shoes against the carpeted dance studio. Eden had tried today.

She woke up and prayed to the Most High to give her courage, and to allow her to get out of her own way. She wore an ensemble fit to teach her favorite contemporary moves; adorned in her ballet cardigan and stirrup leggings. Her hair was beautifully curly and large, giving her an extra boost of confidence, and she felt good.

That was, until she walked the halls, perused the popular spots around the school to play hookie, snuck into the gym to promote her class, and still got nothing. Smiles that read ‘yeah, okay, bye.’ were her only replies, and now, she was sitting in her assigned room frowning at her phone like the two girls who always sat with her. They only ever said ‘hi’ and ‘bye’, and every once and a while asked to learn a TikTok dance. But that was it. 2 out of 415.

She allowed a sigh to leave her lips, and glanced from her phone up at the analog clock, and then back at her Instagram feed. Scrolling and scrolling.

After seeing one too many celebration posts from people she went to college with, who seemed to be doing way better than her, she exited the app in a hurry. Quick taps of her manicured digits helped her rake her brain for something that she could do, and soon, a lightbulb went off.

Navigating to her camera roll, she scrolled through her many videos of rough choreography and found her favorite one, then set her phone in her lap. As she rummaged through her Telfar, she grasped at her AirPod case, and then she was putting her left headphone in to watch the video. Tinashe’s Bouncin’, Pt.2 came through her AirPod and she watched her body flow around the slowed down melody and watery synths.

Her body moved slightly as her muscles remembered the majorette inspired routine, the words playing in her mind as she immersed herself in the recording. Hands up, back arched, hip popped, toes pointed.

She watched every movement, down to her facial expressions and just as the routine picked up –gained a soulful momentum– it fell back down. What was that? She rewinds the video and right at the part where Tinashe says ‘just like this…’ the energy is flat. Gone.

Pursing her lips in thought, she plays the choreo demo from the beginning but this time she closes her eyes to feel the song. ‘Watch it bouncin’ on the ground…’

She does the 8-count twice over in her mind, and then when she gets to the verse, she starts to think of something. Her fingers twitch as she imagines her hands outstretched, meeting in the middle of her chest, ‘can’t get any closer now…’.

Her eyes pop open, and she starts it over yet again, trying to think of another move or another, or another.

Briiiiiinnnng. The school bell rings, and the two girls are halfway out the door, leaving her to contemplate. Why can’t I get this…what is it missing?

The intercom clicks on with the after-school announcements, and she makes sure to grab her bag, checking around where she sat as not to leave anything. Once she cuts the light off and steps out of the desolate studio, she can hear the faint ding of a notification from her phone. With a slight tap to her home screen, she reveals the message to see an unsaved number.

‘Hey this is Terry from the store.’

Eden’s eyebrows raise in surprise, and she readies her thumbs at the keyboard to respond. Only, nothing comes to her just that quick. I didn’t expect for him to reach out. She reasoned. By the third day that she hadn’t gotten a text, she just assumed he wasn’t interested in her advice. And she was fine with that.

With swift glides along the digital keyboard, she queues up a reply, and then follows it up rather quickly.

Hi Terry 👋🏾

How’s your day been?

Eh not the best… how about you?

It was fine…wanna talk about it?

You free for me to call?

Eden looks up at the foot traffic heading out of the school, and she sighs.

I will be in a few

Terry looked at his screen for a moment longer, his shoulders rising and falling slowly as he stood in thought. He really needed a distraction…something…

cool.. call me when you can

After sending the message, he shoved the cool device into his pocket and ventured for the back room yet again. He was really supposed to be taking his lunch break, but his mind wouldn’t let him rest for too long without asking him harsh questions… Why Mike…why not me?

Unfortunately, sitting at the cold steel table in the break room with nothing good to occupy his time was too much to handle. He had to keep his body moving. Anything involving an accelerated heart rate was enough to act as a chaser to this survivor’s guilt that was plaguing him. And he needed something for the burn.

His footsteps were quiet as he basically snuck back to work. Quiet, but not enough to hide his large stature between the wide aisles of the warehouse. And of course, he was caught before he could really get his hands busy doing something.

“Richmond!” His supervisor’s voice was tinny, and he huffed through his nose at the sound. With a sharp pivot of his feet, he directly faced the average height, bald, white man.

“Head to the breakroom, you’re about to hit compliance.”

“Yes, sir.”

Terry’s footsteps were a bit heavier now, dragging just slightly as he took his sweet old time walking to the breakroom. Once he was under the warm light he dreaded, he made his way to the time clock and punched out for his break with a little over a minute to spare. Reluctantly, he beelined for his locker, and grabbed his Stanley transit bottle then his generic store brand water.

Just as he closed his locker door, his phone vibrated in his pocket, and he took it out to see Eden’s name. Instantly, he opened his locker back up and grabbed his work jacket, then locked it to prepare for his next thirty minutes.

Hoping not to miss the call, Terry tapped on the green answer button and put his phone to his ear as he exited the side door of his workplace. Going for his usual seat far from the rest of the benches, he heard a sweet voice call to him.

“Hello?”

“Yeah,” He clears his throat nervously. What am I even doing? “Sorry, I was clocking out for my break. I hope your day was better than mine.”

“Tell me about it… What’s been going on?” Terry hesitates. One second. Three…Six…Ten…

“U-Uh… I think it’s best I tell you more about myself before I start pouring my heart out…” He trails off, half-way expecting her to say she couldn’t care less. That she didn’t give a damn that his cousin died. That she had no sympathy for whether or not he could sleep without something on loud enough to drown out the noise. The pain. The memories.

“I’ve got time. Where did you wanna start?”

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♥︎ I do not condone any translations, replications or plagiarisms of my original work. Please do not repost as your own. Reblogs and comments/notes welcome. ♥︎

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@onherereading

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[aniseandspearmint]

XD

The dream left off there, but growing the idea a little (bc, not gonna lie, this is living rent free in my head a little);

-Frodo and Annatar probably looked each other up and down for 3 incredulous seconds. And then then simultaneously decided; this is a thing that goes on a mental shelf for now (if they keep stacking things in front of it, they can hold off on it forever! Surely that is a thing they can do that will definitely work!)

- Frodo is very wobbly. And disconcerted. And not used to having this much leg and arm tbh. Hobbits are small and easily overlooked! Now he can look Annatar in the eyes! He is Not Enjoying suddenly being a Big Folk and would like to have a nice sit down and cry about it maybe, but alas, they are in a dark and creepy tower and there is Danger, and he's suddenly very aware he's not wearing shoes. His feet are horrifyingly small and hairless, and kind of cold, and- he's gonna set that aside for now. Because DANGER. Perk of having a piece of Annatar still tho! He seems to instinctually remember the towers layout!

-Annatar and Celebrimbor can probably sense one another. They know the other is Here Too, and that is a RELIEF, even tho Annatar probably had to send the vague impression of 'oh-thank-Eru-youre-here-too! Gotta-concentrate-on-not-dying! Luv-you-see-you-soon!' And then concentrate on avoiding guard rotations with a wobbly coltish Frodo beside him, then picking locks on 12 confused prisoners chains. Finrod is not as confused so much as just very very relieved (They do not have the keys. Sauron has the keys. They're resourceful tho, and found, IDK, some little iron spiky bits somewhere?)

-Finrod is so fucking relieved. He has had this nightmare before, frequently even, but he CAN tell the difference between a nightmare and reality and Knew the instant his soul snapped into his old body that this was Real. And unlike Celebrimbor there isn't a bond with Annatar to comfort and reassure him. So for the bit between waking and Annatar showing up, he thinks he is ALONE. At the beginning of the worst experience of his entire existence. O__O

-Annatar absolutely gets grabbed and hugged by a silently crying Finrod the INSTANT the locks are picked.

Then;

Finrod: *squints at the other elf picking Beren out of his chains* Who is-

*strange elf turns a little and gives him a Look*

Finrod: ... FroDO?!?!?!? How-

Annatar: We have no idea. We're Not Talking About It NOW. Now let go and grab a spike and pick a lock! We need to get OUT of here before HE comes looking!

Finrod: Sure, okay, why not. This might as well happen.

- Finrod's ten are thoroughly THOROUGHLY confused. But like, time and a place for questions. Sauron's dungeon is Not It.

-Annnnd they almost make it out, but Sauron catches them! Because would it truly be Harrowing related if there WASN'T an uncomfortable reflection on ones past actions and personal growth?

-Sauron is VERY CONFUSED. This is an ELF. That is, in a Truth of the World Undeniable Way, him. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

Mairon.exe has crashed.

- Annatar, for his part... Is embarrassed and angry, probably? He is literally face to face with a person that is petty and evil and terrible, and he REMEMBERS BEING THIS ASSHOLE. UGH!

- IDK if they would talk much beyond a 'who/what tf are YOU' and a 'wouldnt YOU like to know' exchange? Sauron because he's in a mental loop of 'wtf wtf WTF' and also getting his ass handed to him, and Annatar because he's been this person, he knows trying to talk would be wasted, and the less Sauron knows to tell Morgoth eventually, the better.

MEANWHILE

- Celebrimbor knows Annatar is here also, and is smart enough to know where he likely landed, and also knows that he can't get there in time to help probably. *angry and helpless gritting of teeth*

- Oh Eru, he'd managed to forget exactly how much of a flaming disaster Nargothrond was immediately after Finrod was ousted (lbr, it probably always was a bit, but now things are REALLY burning).

- I'm not sure if he'd stay? Like, the dream was vaguer on what he was doing. And iirc, the canon timeline is kind of vague too. I guess it depends on if this is right before Curufin and Celegorm have kidnapped Luthien, or after? Both have interesting potential.

- Celebrimbor: *looks at Nargothrond* yeah, no I'm out. Not doing THIS again. *goes to find Luthien*

- Either way, he probably ends up attaching himself to Luthien and Huan and meets Annatar and co halfway?

HEY.

I had the most interesting dream after falling asleep switching between the latest chapter of The Horrowing and a time travel fix it in another fandom. I thought you might enjoy a brief summary?

Post fic canon Annatar, Finrod, Celebrimbor, and Frodo getting the most hilarious do over of the First Age.

Finrod and Celebrimbor got dropped in their past bodies, bc same souls. Which has Finrod JUST captured by Sauron, before any of his 10 have been munched.

Celebrimbor is of course having a surreal not quite panic attack in Nargothrond.

Annatar, well. Annatar is CHANGED. He is quite literally too different from what he once was for them to qualify as the same soul anymore. Which is gratifying. If inconvenient bc there are now TWO of him, Annatar and full on Sauron. But they're similar enough that Annatar was dropped very close to Sauron.

Frodo is an elf. Dream logic was that hobbits do not exist yet, and his soul has touches of Annatar and Aman. He looks disconcertingly like a mix of Annatar and Celebrimbor, and they are NOT thinking about that right now. Hopefully ever.

Most of the dream centered around all of them doing their best to set aside freak outs, while getting Finrod and his merry band (plus Beren) OUT of Sauron's grasp.

There was a FANTASTIC moment where on the way out, Sauron comes face to face and soul to soul with Annatar and he's just like;

Sauron: *jaw dropped fully horrified face* WHAT are YOU?!?!?

Annatar: *shoving elves behind him, nose in the air* Wouldn't YOU like to know, weather boy. *uses Song to blast him through a wall while he's distracted*

The whole thing featured 10 other elves and Beren as a baffled peanut gallery.

Meanwhile Celebrimbor is weighing the pros and cons of just- drugging his uncles and shoving them in a back room somewhere where he can bolt the door. He thinks he can maybe get Huan to help if he explains?

It was SO much fun.

(hope you have a good day!)

Oh my god. This may be the best ask I've ever gotten, for so many reasons.

The fact that your subconscious was like "Yeah if Frodo's getting a new body it looks like Annatar For Some Reason"

The image of future!Annatar getting into a fight with Sauron in front of Finrod (probably happy about this development) and Beren and the other 10 (INCREDIBLY CONFUSED)

The fact that the dream was partially centered on everybody trying not to panic, which is in fact what the Harrowing is all about for a while

Absolutely incredible.

...I feel so bad for poor Celebrimbor dealing with Nargothrond all by himself while the others are off having adventures. I hope their next stop after the rescue is to swing by and pick him up. Also, I dearly want to know what Annatar has to say to Beren on the subject of his current Luthien-and-Thingol-and-Silmarils situation.

[kartoonkane]

My brain how I want to go to bed every night: Goes to sleep

My brain every night instead:

Open: Ex. Desert

Close up of a scorpion crawling on a small rock, another approaches it. They fight.

Then, WOOSH

A small rattled and rusted airship is being chased down by a much larger more advanced vessel. They exchanged gun fire.

BANG BANG BOOM BANG

*idea goes on for two more hours till 2am*

[siennaditbot]

I've played Genshin so much that sometimes when I see groups of people on tv or irl my brain goes Kazuha mode like "I just need to press R2 and I can easily woosh them all in" lol

[ominoose]

OH MY GOD HELLO, MUSHI! I'M SKY! :-D I'M SO FREAKING GRATEFUL FOR REPLYING TO MY POST 😭😭😭 i'm a marvel nerd & also a former psych student in high school but somehow, all my knowledge just goes WOOOSH down the drain when it comes to Moon Knight. :'D i'm also v scared of Egyptian mythology because i find it creepy as fuck but i'm willing to move past my fears if it means that i can hyper-fixate on the show /properly/. my stupidity is altering my brain chemistry, i fear.

HI SKY!!! MY LITTLE SISTER IS CALLED SKYE THATS COOL!!!

I'm currently studying psych in Uni!! And a marvel nerd!!! And also have the memory of a goldfish, so it all goes woosh anyway.

I get how it can be scary, Khonshu certainly ain't the friendliest looking guy, kinda spooky. But I'm here for you!! Whatever you need when watching, my DMS are open :*

[brownhairedbookworm]

"Exactly. How do you like the little wooshing in your brain stem? Or is in your spine, right now~?", she coos as she goes to get the big blanket.

"It's nice~ Mmm, quiets the voices, so to speak." She gently flops onto the couch. "Made it to the couch!"

[rollingpenguin]

Fishes got scales and if you punch them wrong you get hand gratin of your hand but if you punch them right your hand goes woooosh and slips on the surface so yeah

Im thinking akainu got hand gratined cause I saw no woosh

Pardon the weird words explanation thingy I'm drunk over studying too much, brain is fried, bye

OH YEAH SPEAKING OF DEATHS IN MARINEFORD

HOW DID JIMBE NOT FUCKING DIE!? LIKE HE GOT PUNCHED SO BAD L U F F Y GOT SCARRED. DIDN’T THE PUNCH POP HIM LIKE A PAPER PUNCHER???? IS HE JUST BUILT DIFFERENT???? IS IT A FISH MAN THING??? OR DOES THIS IMPLY ACE COULD HAVE LIVED IF LAW WAS THERE!?!?

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FISH MADE OUT OF????

[noodlesarecheese]

I can’t focus on anything other than the lovm cast list my brain feels like air hockey. The thoughts are just too slippery and the puck (the lovm cast list) is just bouncing back and forth so fast.

[nightshade-anura]

Nico either doesn't know who Luke Skywalker is, or has been force fed every obscure piece of information about Star Wars by a certain nerd, and to this day, I can't decide which.

[cqlfeels]

This is extremely random but I just realized I've never shared this and probably should

So this is Not At All what I was supposed to get from this video, but the first time I watched it (around 2019, I wanna say...?) my ADHD brain decided that it had found my permanent headcanons for young Lan-furen and Cangse Sanren and I've never been able to change my mind. So I think this video absolutely belongs on this blog!

It's not even the aesthetic of the thing that makes the headcanons work for me - it's how they move. It just... Suits the personality I imagine for them. Iirc the way I'd described it to a friend at the time is that Lan-furen should remind me of a butterfly (elegant but playful) and Cangse Sanren of a bird (fast and clever)?

[unstablemotions]

Me: *gets sad*

Me: oh no let's process this through someone else *transforms into comfort chatacter*

[aspiritofcompassion]

Everybody yell at Beth (me) to go to bed and drink some water, maybe if someone else says it I’ll listen

[caxsthetic]

Me: I love Miya Osamu so much you don't fucking know...

Also me: *write just fine* *proceed to write another samu angst* *making an smau of samu x reader but she belongs to someone else*

I— I can explain...

[actual-corpse]

I oft lament my lack of appropriate times to listen to Classical music... Because it fucking slaps... And like, I like modern stuff with lyrics and that good rock and roll sound...

So, I’ll listen to classical while doing homework... But, I get into it like the fucking music major I am...

[jin0]

I don't know how to tell you this but...I'm obsessed of you writing style. You have such a unique way of writing, I can feel the emotions in the fic. I don't know how to expres myself because words can't describe how I feel when I read your art. You ruined me. I cand't read another work without thinking about your fics. They are a work of art. I read them over and over and I still can't get enought. I love how you write tasm!peter! I didn't liked him so much before but after I read your fics I becomed obsesed with him!

omg...

omg ??? OMFG ???

okay i had to read this ask like five times to process everything cause my brain was just mushy the whole time and just wouldn't function correctly but omg ?? this genuinely has me feeling so many fucking emotions, i can't even express all of them.

everything you just said nonnie, that's genuinely making me really emotional cause that's everything i want to share and get right when i write (mostly the emotions cause i spend a shit ton of time trying to get them right and express them the perfect way). and seeing that im doing a job good enough to receive this kind of praises just makes me kinda wanna cry ?? genuinely this has me tearing up !! you are genuinely ruining me love, i cannot express how grateful i am for this !!

im so happy i get to share my writing and how violently obsessed for this man i am but i do and it's making me so happy that it affects you guys in a positive way !!

thank you so much, love, ill be going back in my corner, thinking about this ask for like, the rest of my life !! <3<3<3

[ddarker-dreams]

Darling kisses Childe to shut him up

while it's a good solution to the permanent problem that is childe in theory, the execution can get a little messy. the equation becomes as such:

annoy [first] → obtain kiss → dopamine goes WOOSH in his brain → happy childe.

so now he's really going to be a thorn in your side. he wouldn't settle for a little ol' chaste kiss either, if you're putting your lips anywhere near his, he's intent on getting his fill. that tongue is making an unexpected and unwelcome cameo whether you like it or not. he probably thinks that breathing is more of a want than a need when he's really enjoying himself, so don't count on him stopping for that reason. besides, he gets this super self-satisfied grin if you try to use that as an excuse to break away, because he gets to hit you with this line that he's been practicing in his head for weeks:

"looks like i took your breath away, huh?"