#bronches

[rapha-reads]

Is it normal to feel absolute dread and for your first reaction to be "Mom is going to kill me" because you went to get a health problem checked and it cost more than you were expecting and she's the one helping you out financially...? Asking for a friend.

[abysskeeper]

I swear, stepping into the lab these days feels like stepping into the Thunderdome

[llycaons]

I've had tasks all day but the alternative was what, sitting around watching tv? I brought salt fish girl and I'm trying to read it but I'm really not into it unfortunately. but there are issues and problems at work that aren't my fault (so no need to feel guilty) and my supervisor is telling me to attend to them and attend to them I will...my god I love creating solutions. I just had a conversation with some other members of the unit and solved some issues. made a tip sheet. restocked some very important supplies. helped draft an email. confirmed I restocked some stuff last week. I love it

[sa4phire]

430 am and what am I doing? Coughing like I have the plague and smoking. I would not recommend smoking if you have bronchitis. Js.

[just-jammin]

BACON AND EGGS BACON AND EGGS

BACON AND EGGS BACON AND EGGS

[blueishspace]

(Slay The Watcher route 5 p16)

Mumbo: You are just... justifying my decision by acting like this!

Grian: Oh boohoo. Did you want me to be friendly and happy? Dangling freedom in front of my face and then tearing it away doesn't exactly inspire me to be nice.

Mumbo: I just asked for more time to choose! It's not my fault you are so impatient!

The Narrator: the room goes suddenly quiet.

Grian: Impatient...? Why don't you try and see how patient you are after bring imprisoned so long you forget ever being free!

The Narrator: You look away and ignore the Watcher...soon the noise stops and you find yourself falling asleep...your sight goes black -

*crash*

The Narrator: You jolt awake, the rotten door is on the floor...a variety of mushrooms growing inbetween the wood and mycelium spreding to the floor.

Scar: W-where is-

Grian: Thanks for letting me out of that awful basement~

Mumbo: I-I...

The Narrator: You try to stand up but you can't...you stumble and fall backwards onto the wall.

Grian: Now I'll have all the time in the world to thank you.

The Narrator: The air is filled with spores and soon you start chocking.

Scar: Mumbo! Mu- *cough cough*

Grian: We'll have so much fun together.

(Tw: Slight Body horror)

The Narrator: You feel something growing... In your lungs.

Mumbo: T-the s- *cough* spores!

The Narrator: You can feel it crawling, digging in, you feel your lungs filling with mushrooms.

Mumbo: S-stop

The Narrator: You try to heave but it keeps proliferating... soln you stop breathing completely as the fungi start climbing your bronchs and reach your trachea... You can feel them moving in such small places.

(Tw end)

Grian: Or maybe we can't...

The Narrator: As you lose conciousness everything goes dark and you die.

Chapter 2: The spore.

The Narrator: You are on a path in the woods, in the woods is-

Scar: What the hell was that!?

The Narrator: What are you talking about?

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[smileposting]

okay hang on. followup thoughts to this post: if the bizzyboys being from the drain is meant to imply that there are other like, living sentient beings down there -- that were Forgotten, in this specific reading of the drain -- does the grove, like, know? or are they under the impression that the bizzyboys were the only sentient life down there and now that all the surviving ones are in the grove they're like "oh well i guess it's chill, glad y'all got out of there, praise inspekta amirite?"

is that the case? that inspekta/hector led a mass exodus out of the drain and that's at least part of what got him godhood in the first place? was it just the bizzyboys or did that exodus include other people too -- bc like there Are grove civilians who are either explicitly not human (bronch) or who are ambiguously human but it's just never called attention to by the narrative (housecat man, jake'm). was part of the bizzyboys' early duties going back Into the drain to look for stragglers? to bring them back to the grove -- and back into relevance by proxy? to refuse to let them be forgotten? was them assisting the grove supposed to be like, the deal inspekta struck with the gods for that? did they even require a deal or was hector/inspekta just like "hey listen, yew scratch my back i'll scratch yewrs" and they were like "alright these guys clearly need sanctuary so sure."

what if that's just how it started? like, what if part of the whole reason behind the founding of the bizzyboys was to use their connections to aid whoever was left in the drain, but as inspekta became more consumed by his own fears and withdrawn and paranoid and power-hungry, whatever resources were going towards that just. dwindled to a halt. and when he was pressed about it he was like "eh we did everything we could! there's only so much you can do for folks the world's got no need for anymore lol." <- PROJECTING INSANELY HARD.

what i'm saying is there's no version of events here that doesn't make me wanna scream and writhe on the floor lmao

[transparentgentlemenmarker]

En Espagne un immigré hostie à une famille moleste leur bébé et le père choqué par la scène ne bronche même pas. C’est le résultat de plus de quatre décennies de politiciens qui ont travaillé pour idiotiser la société tout en ouvrant la porte à toutes sortes de sauvages qui ne méritent pas l’air qu’ils respirent. L'immigration organisée par Bruxelles porte ses fruits au détriment de la sécurité des citoyens de souche. Certains d'en vous trouveront cette affront justifié

Que devons-nous faire ??? déportations MAINTENANT

[camisoledadparis]

contre le rhume des bronches, papa cochon vous recommande

[clhook]

La semaine dernière un type est arrivé en pétard à la médiathèque parce qu'il avait reçu un mail de relance pour 2 BD et il était vraiment méga énervé lol il me dit "ma fille dit qu'elle a rendu les bd, vous vous rendez pas compte à quel point c'est anxiogène de recevoir ce mail alors qu'on a rien à se reprocher, elle s'est pris une soufflante alors j'espère que c'est pas pour rien !!!" alors. moi aussi je souffre d'anxiété généralisée monsieur je comprends donc à quel point ça peut être angoissant mais il faut doser quand même mdr et puis est-ce ma faute si vous engueulez votre fille sans d'abord nous contacter pour savoir si elle les a rendus ou pas ses livres ? bref c'est la millième fois que ça arrive et dans 99% des cas les livres sont bien encore chez la personne même si elle nous jure que non mais comme on n'est pas là pour se faire souffler dans les bronches souvent on fait genre on les croit et on enlève les doc de leur compte (parce qu'on sait qu'ils vont finir par revenir avec)

donc ce soir le gars revient comme une fleur avec, ça alors 😱, les BD sous le bras et il force sa fille à me dire pardon par contre lui qui m'a hurlé dessus pas un pardon lol visiblement c'est trop anxiogène pour lui bref si un jour votre médiathèque vous dit que vous n'avez pas rendu un livre alors que vous pensez que si je vous en supplie vérifiez quand même chez vous avant c'est ma santé mentale qui est en jeu

[abysskeeper]

Tmi time. This morning a bug divebombed my underwear while I was sitting on the toilet. After a comical moment of furiously flicking and shaking said underwear to get it out, the bug vanished somewhere across the bathroom, my bladder is well beyond empty, and I have to go to work and pretend like this event didn't just change me as a person.

I rightly don't know what this is an omen of, but I am assuming nothing good.

[posttexasstressdisorder]

To my tumblr homies...

...and y'all know who y'all are...

Let's hope the coming year isn't nearly as bad as we think it's gonna be.

Something tells me there may be something out of the ordinary happen in this shitshow that we can't see because reasons.

Reasons like doomscroll propaganda, like Yet Another Influx of Bots...pornbots, russian psyop bots. liking posts from 3 or 4 years ago, and following.

Case in point, one I blocked yesterday: seemed to be someone "on our side", with multiple posts generally supportive of the Good Guys, but in their one-page-blog, there was 1) an antimask post, and 2) an antivax post, and 3) a political post basically saying we're doomed.

I'd advise everyone to block all unfamiliar usernames, especially those with obvious pornbot names like "sweetemily98", etc. See unfamiliar usernames in your likes or follows? Nuke-em!

These past ten days away from posting have been odd and rough. One of our number, my brother-from-another-mother in eastern OR called me out of the blue two days after xmas to tell me his wife had passed away that morning. This one hit hard...wonderful lady, he and I have been bros for 25+ years now...the two of them were beyond kind when I went on my big road trip in '13. They loaned me their vanagon to camp in for a week...just wonderful folks. And she made a damn fine breakfast. Please send some love to my bro. He'll know.

As for my situation, I tried to just let myself collapse for a few days. Tried. Downstairs neighbor situation gone DefCon4. Banging/thumping long into the night, and all day. Noxious chemical smells, several different ones, wafting up through the floorboards. Sometimes I wake up with my bronchs completely closed, especially when she uses one particular one.

I am, essentially, being poisoned in my own bed. They refuse to change their behavior, except to maybe bang less loudly. Chemical fumes come up through the floor like they are IN MY BEDROOM.

I did some googlin', and I think I figured out what they're doing: the daughter is probably making fake braids and "weaves" out of synthetic hair. google the dangers of that shit. I'm at wits end. I've had the manager up here a couple times to listen and smell but they always stop what they're doing when he's here...they see him walk up the stairwell.

She came up and screamed lies at my front door, trying to make all the other neighbors think I was the bad guy. She says the noise I hear is "children next door running up and down their livingroom". Bullshit. Bitch responds when I say something loud enough for her to hear: either gets mad and slams it all harder, or takes whatever it is into the bathroom, which is just as bad, and makes worse smells.

A few times she tried to bang softer, but every thump hits me in the kidneys. My PTSD is off the hook. I could not sleep for four straight nights. She went until 3:30 am one night, regularly goes until after 1am. Absolutley unresponsive. Absolutely not taking responsibility for endangering my health. I have asthma. These fumes are literally killing me in my sleep.

She refuses to do this in another part of the apartment, like the living room, or the kitchen where there is a VENTILATION hood, no no no she HAS to do it right under my fucking bed.

I am a nervous fucking wreck. I just re-added up bills for January and now I am gonna be like $45 short. I put one fucking gallon of gas in my truck, afraid to put more. I will have to only partially pay the Electric bill, I guess.

Living in abject poverty, in what is essentially an un-safe place that costs $2800/mo. And the agency that is trying to find me a roommate said i needed to "lower my price" to $1300/mo, but that won't pay the fucking rent.

I got notified in October that I am on the "waiting list" for a really cool "seniors only" subsidized complex in Berkeley that is on a creek, next to a park, run by a nonprofit org, that will take 1/3 of my SSI as the rent. I might actually be able to...you know, LIVE.

But it may be literally YEARS before I can actually end up there. I went back to the listing, and they say "no previous evictions", so if I finally am evicted for being broke, I won't be able to get into that complex.

I have no idea where i am on the list, I have no idea how many old people would essentially have to die for me to finally get an apartment there. I've been doing my best to just keep repeating a little mantra of "my new address is..." all the way down to the zip code. Over and over. I don't know what the fuck else to do.

The stress of this shit, plus the incoming shitshow that we all know is gonna happen, feels fucking lethal. But I'm a PTSD-stricken, broken old autistic nearly 66 year old man who can't really keep up the energy to "mask" enough to leave the house and get groceries, so what do I know.

I know I woke up screaming from a nightmare this morning.

I feel like I'm being hyper-acutely "Spidey-Sensed" to death. And as I typed that, the thumping from downstairs started in again.

Drums. Drums in the deep. That never stop. I am living in the fucking Chamber of Mazarbul. Literally.

I am gonna wait until tomorrow to start posting "regularly" again. My energy levels are not gonna allow me to do the three radio show posts, I will have to cut it back to one a day. So that brings me to another point:

All the shows are on my archive page.

I made this a week-long poll, to get as many responses as possible before I make a firm decision.

To wrap this post up, thank you to all of y'all who have been so loving and supportive. Y'all are essentially all I got right now.

As we approach this symbolically "new" year, I hope we all wind up in better, safer, more humane circumstances.

Love y'all,

PTSD (aka Mr. Baggins)

[songsnapshots]

bronch. 🥂

[modmad]

I finally got to play ggg and GODS,,, i just love how gender the characters are ;w; AND LOUIE ZONG DID THE MUSIC LIKE HOLY DAMN!! the character designs in the end credits where so cool too always enjoy seeing those :D which of the mortals are your favorite? :P

ough hard call bc i love all of them a lot but it's GOTTA be Bronch and Bloom if I ever get out of this sandpit of drawing lovestory 24/7 I will totally draw them as well ;v;

[hash-mashh]

(*´∀`)♪ “i have a secret to tell, from my electrical well! it’s a simple message and i’m leaving out the whistles and bells!”

this music video makes me happy so i decided to draw something inspired by it. i actually had the time to FINISH IT because i’m basically bedridden from bronchitis(bronch fo short)

(likes, reblogs, critiques appreciated 🧌)

[lepartidelamort]

Les Polonaises déclarent la guerre aux hommes blancs.

C'était inévitable.

Si vous imaginez la Pologne comme un pays d’une homogénéité raciale immaculée, vous devriez commencer à réviser votre copie. Si le pays n’a pas encore atteint les niveaux de diversité démocratique français, les Polonaises ont la ferme volonté de rattraper le temps perdu avec l’aide du patronat catholique polak.

On ne compte plus les princesses de Pologne qui se font brutalement bourriquer par des nègres et qui s’en vantent sur TikTok.

Le prince subsaharien Julki parle négativement du PiS…

Ces noirs arrivent tranquillement en Pologne sans le moindre sou. En moins de quelques mois, ils sont royalement pris en charge par des Blanches qui les accueillent en libérateurs.

Ils n’en croient pas leurs yeux.

L’épidémie s’étend très vite.

Julka est venue rendre visite à ses parents pour Noël avec son petit ami subsaharien .

Mariola et son prince subsaharien 

Peu importe le volume de bites noires qu’on leur donne, les Polonaises semblent n’en avoir jamais assez. Au point où les Françaises peuvent s’inquiéter de leur réputation de putes à nègres ultimes.

Noël avec l’enrichissement culturel subsaharien…. Imaginez maintenant que c’est votre fille 

N’allez pas croire qu’elles attendent comme en France que les noirs d’Afrique se donnent le mal de faire le voyage.

Un nombre croissant de Polonaises rodent sur Tinder Congo pour importer leur matériel sexuel. Mais tous les Congolais ne sont pas aussi peu regardants que leurs congénères établis en Pologne et ils préfèrent les détrousser et rester au pays.

On compte déjà beaucoup de coeurs brisés.

Mme Monika a trouvé son amour subsaharien sur Tinder … Ils s’écrivaient depuis six mois lorsqu’elle a finalement décidé de l’inviter en Pologne et lui a versé une somme d’argent assez importante pour qu’il puisse s’acheter des vêtements, rembourser ses dettes et acheter un billet d’avion pour la Pologne….

Ça ne fait pas rire les Blanches de Pologne.

Justyna dénonce ce racisme.

Une personne sans cœur gère le compte. Vous vous moquez toujours des femmes qui ont aimé quelqu’un et lui ont fait confiance. Cette personne devrait être signalée pour racisme.

Justyna est une fière militante de gauche pro-UE.

C’est probablement un hasard si elle aime les noirs et déteste les hommes blancs qui doutent du comportement des putes à nègres.

Je pourrais égrener des centaines de vidéos du genre venues de la glorieuse Pologne.

Sur ce pays comme sur le reste, Adolf Hitler avait raison. Longtemps critiqué pour le très strict régime de surveillance établi en Pologne entre 1939 et 1945, chacun peut voir que le Führer avait décelé dans le caractère national de la Pologne antifasciste un péril imminent qui échappait à tout le monde. Si l’on se rappelle que ce pays comptait plus de trois millions de juifs (?!), on comprend mieux pourquoi le gouvernement national-socialiste surveillait les Polonais comme le lait sur le feu.

Les Russes ont ensuite occupé le pays et l’ont sauvé d’une effrayante dégénérescence raciale pendant près de 50 ans. À présent pleinement indépendant, le pays se lance à une vitesse de plus en plus rapide vers l’intégration complète dans le système judéo-américain global et ce, le plus souverainement du monde.

Les Polaks sont très fiers d’être une colonie américaine au point d’exiger de Washington le déploiement de soldats noirs américains dans leur pays. Sitôt sur place, ils s’empressent faire souche pour le plus grand plaisir des femmes indigènes.

Il n’y a rien de plus létal pour l’homme blanc que la combinaison du chauvinisme et de l’antiracisme. Ses droits les plus fondamentaux sont impitoyablement réprimés au nom de l’intérêt supérieur de la nation et quiconque bronche est écrasé par le consensus social imprimé par l’oligarchie aux commandes.

Le juif se frotte les mains, les femmes blanches jubilent, le noir rigole.

Et Piotr se suicide à l’alcool.

Le racisme est la seule forme de socialisme qui puisse sauver l’homme blanc de cette coalition infernale composée des juifs, des femmes blanches et de leurs nègres de compagnie.

Mariolka et sa tarentule subsaharienne  comment pensez-vous qu’elle s’enrichira pleinement ?

Il faut tout recommencer.

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