#constructing panic

[funeral]

Decades of psychological wisdom have equated mental health with contact with reality and mental illness with deficits in commonsense renderings of reality. Counter to this perspective, recent research indicates that being normal involves a good deal of illusory thinking. These studies suggest that depressed individuals are more likely to process information in a relatively realistic fashion, whereas normal people appear to "view the world through rose-colored glasses." Yet these studies continue to rely on the assumption that there is one reality that is apprehended by some (depressed persons) and distorted by the rest.

This assumption ignores centuries of philosophical discussion of the relationship between reality and a person's subjective awareness of objects in the world. It also overlooks insights from sociologists and anthropologists who posit that common sense is cultural in character, fashioned historically and interactionally. Common sense is neither universal nor objective.

Lisa Capps and Elinor Ochs, Constructing Panic: The Discourse of Agoraphobia

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt 58 Part 7

The long dining room that held the ornate old dining table that seated way too many people already held  most of the family. Bruce was missing and Damian informed them he was at work, the only other person missing was Jason but it was typical for him to skip out as he didn’t live there and didn’t have the best track record with the rest of the family. That left Damian, Tim, Cass, Duke, and Dick seated.

Damian sat next to the chair that Bruce normally sat in at the head of the table. Tim sat across from Damian followed by Dick, Duke, and Cass. Danny sat next to Damian and Jazz sat next to Danny. 

“So, how was school?” Dick asked his elbows on the table with his head on his hands and a smile. He was the only adult in their life besides Bruce that actually cared about their schooling. 

Danny had actually forgotten that all of this had happened in just one day. The thought was a little jarring if Danny was being honest with himself. He wasn’t sure what to tell Dick, on one hand he was just asking about school on the other… no he wasn’t going to think about what happened right now. Just the thought caused phantom volts to go through his body like he was reliving the accident. He felt a nudge to his foot from the right and looked up to see Damian giving him a quizzical look. He cleared his throat and looked back over to Dick who was giving him the same kind of look. 

“I-I’m, uh… school was fine, didn’t learn much since school just started,” He eventually decided to say after stumbling on his words a little. 

“Dash isn’t picking on you again this year is he?” Dick asked with a concerned look on his face. 

Danny wished it was just Dash, the pain he felt from the portal was a thousand times worse than anything the bullying blond could pull. If it was just Dash, Danny could have just laughed it off and forgotten it probably, but it wasn’t just Dash and Danny couldn’t help but take a deep breath trying to gather his thoughts and calm himself.

He startled as he felt a hand on his knee, he looked to his left to see Jazz giving him a look of sympathy as she rubs her thumb comfortingly on his knee. She then spoke, “Danny you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, Okay?”

Danny gave her a small nod, a small smile on his face. 

Before a new topic could be discussed Alfred arrived with their food and began serving them. Danny loved the food the old butler cooked especially since he was able to do so in a kitchen that wasn’t contaminated. Alfred did his best to make sure everyone was served food to their liking, as long as it was a balanced meal at the end of the day the elderly butler would serve just about anything you’d request.

Danny picked up his fork to begin on his salad, however when he tried to push the fork into the lettuce his hand felt a cooling sensation with pins and needles and his fork went through his hand. He stared at his hand for a moment wondering what just happened. He then picked up his fork to try again and was able to get a mouth full, but when he went for a second bite it happened again, his fork clanging against the bowl again.

“Something wrong Danny? You're staring at your hand weird,” Danny heard Dick speaking and looked up to see Dick staring at him giving him an odd look. 

Danny couldn’t help but rub his neck nervously with his other hand, he hoped to get ahold of whatever this was so no one noticed. Though knowing his luck everyone probably did notice, over the years he and Jazz both noticed that the Wayne family was much more observant than their media persona’s showed. 

Dinner continued and Danny struggled to eat anything as anything he tried to hold fell through his hand frustratingly and Danny couldn’t help but get agitated. 

Eventually his glass he was holding slipped through his hand and tumbled onto the floor shattering into a thousand pieces. Danny let out a frustrated sigh as he stared at the mess he made. 

Before he could stand to clean up Alfred appeared by his side with a dustpan and broom and began cleaning it up, “are you still feeling unwell Master Daniel? Perhaps you should retire for the evening, I will attend to this mess.” Danny begrudgingly nodded his head and made his way out of the room.

He wasn’t alone for long as Damian and Jazz tailed him out of the room. 

“What was that? It looked like your spoon was going through your hand,” Jazz asked after they were a ways from the dinning room.

“Jazz, honestly I don’t know, it felt cold and then anything I tried holding fell through my hand.” Danny brushed his bangs away from his forehead and they dropped back into his face as he dropped his hands back down to his side.

The walk went silent after that, although it didn’t stay for long as Danny felt the cooling sensation again but this time through his whole body, he let out a yelp as he felt his body sink into the floor.

Damian and Jazz looked at him with panic but as they grabbed at his arms or his hands to pull him back up they went through him just as the spoon and apparently the ground now. 

He let out a panicked yell as the floor swallowed him whole, so now he was sinking further down further into the earth. What was going to happen to him? Would he ever find his way back up?

Thankfully he didn’t have to wait long as the cooling sensation left and as gravity took hold of him again he fell. Apparently there was a cave under the manor and he was able to turn back into solid as he felt air again. There was no way he was surviving this, even with new weird powers now was when he’d get impaled by spikes right?

The cave was too dark to make out much but Danny thought he might have seen a computer with several monitors. That didn’t matter now as he finally landed, and he grunted as he landed on a person who also grunted as having a teen land on you couldn’t be the most comfortable.

He knew he was in big trouble when he realized who he landed on, “Batman??”

[leveragedlibrarians]

Alright I have now actually been working in a bank for a while and I gotta say,,,,,, it kiiiiiinda takes the drama out of Leverage.

Like. Do you know how easy it would be to rob us? Currently the only alarm that requires a code has been permanently disabled for over a month due to construction on the upper floors. The key cards that let you access the vault are given to the tellers- aka the college kids who let just about anyone in if they ask. Hell, I've given spare keycards to employees I didn't even recognise because I'm bad with faces and didn't want to be rude, they were wearing the company color so I just said sure here you go. There's just physical keys lying around everywhere. We also technically have a vault inside the vault that only head tellers can access, but I have never seen it closed.

Like. Robbing us wouldn't take an episode, it wouldn't even take a whole scene. Parker would be downright offended if she came to rob us. She wouldn't even have to crawl through any air vents, pick any locks, anything- literally just wear blue and ask politely to be let into the vault.

We would disappoint Parker so bad

[mariocki]

New Scotland Yard: A Gathering of Dust (2.3, LWT, 1972)

"Judging from the wound, the gun was fired from very close range; almost point-blank, I should think. Indicates the possibility of suicide."

"That's right, governor: he blows his brains out, crawls in here, walls himself up, throws the gun away, and dies laughing. That's cos he's got a sense of humour, he knows that a quarter of a bloody century later two stupid coppers are gonna go out of their mind wondering how the hell he did it!"

[timechange]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 — baking joey’s cake.

FEBRUARY 1, 1986, 8:51 AM

Lorraine hums in tune with the radio as she whisks the eggs, waiting for the KitchenAid to cream the sugar and butter. Everything else has been sifted and the oven’s preheating.

Later, she’s sure, George will take a break from his writing to swipe some of the batter, and when Linda comes home she’ll insist on taking over the decorating. Dave will complain about having to wait until after dinner to eat it. And—

“Marty!” she exclaims as she sees her youngest, setting the bowl down to give him a kiss on the cheek. “You’re up early for a Saturday, honey.”

“Uh, yeah,” Marty returns in that new shyness Lorraine definitely doesn’t like. She also doesn’t like the dark circles under his eyes that never seem to go away and how thin he’s getting. “I, uh… I couldn’t sleep. Again.” He shrugs.

“Oh, honey,” Lorraine tuts, squeezing his shoulders. “I’m sorry. You can nap later. Do you want to help me bake the cake for tonight?”

“…Cake?” Marty asks.

“For your Uncle Joey’s promotion, remember? He made partner.”

All of the color goes out of her son’s face and Lorraine’s stomach drops. This is so much more than her boy forgetting to call and congratulate his favorite uncle like she told him, Linda, and Dave to last week. This is even more than whatever nightmares have him screaming in the middle of the night and pretending like he’s fine the next morning.

“Baby, what is it?” she immediately asks even though she knows he won’t tell her. “Here, sit down, let me get you some water. George!—“

“No!” Marty yelps. “No, don’t bug Dad. I-I’m fine. I just… I’ll try to go back to sleep.”

“Marty—“

Her son tears himself away from her and runs back to his room, slamming the door shut behind him.

“Lorraine?” George puts a hand on her shoulder and she turns to him, burying herself in his chest. He wraps his arms around her, cupping the back of her head.

“Oh George,” she whispers. “What are we going to do?”

FEBRUARY 1, 1986, 8:52 AM

Marty leans against the door, pawing at his chest to try to grab the breath that won’t come.

“Jesus Christ,” he whispers. “Jesus Christ, I’m in the Twilight Zone!”

He sinks down to the floor, closing his eyes as he balls his fists so tightly they hurt.

“Come on, McFly,” he shakily urges himself. “Come on. Just breathe. It isn’t that hard. Just breathe. Just breathe, come on…”

[asinglesock]

Also it feels so good to be taking classes again even though the subject is human development and at-home care instead of literature or religion. I'm nervous about the practical skills exams, especially for very personal tasks, but I'm just going to do my best and leave it at that.

[ohitslen]

About to say something horribly obvious, and I’m still going about Kni and the piano, well UM

In the last episodes there is this brief flashback of Vash humming a melody, and Kni asks what that melody is, to which Vash answers that he isn’t sure that it just comes to him and brings him comfort, and- LOOK I SAID IT WAS OBVIOUS BUT- that is the same melody present in all of Knives songs

So, maybe maybe, it was Kni the one who brought the melody to the piano, like composed it? I don’t know music terms sorry but I think you get what I mean

Then, when we see Knives appear on Jeneora Rock, Vash is able to tell its him because of the piano, he knows it’s his brother, perhaps not the first time he does that sort of entrance but it’s the melody that gives it away instantly (again. Very obvious I’m aware)

A melody that once brought Vash comfort and solace, he now sees it as a telltale sign of an incoming tragedy caused by his brother, something he should be afraid of and it’s no longer something that makes him feel at peace, on the contrary he just, you know, you know what I mean

Like. I’m. I.

I need a moment, I need to sit down.

[zannolin]

i really have to write this roadtrip au not only so i can be unhinged about online friendships but also because i keep thinking about the cracker barrel bathroom scene

[sappho-favourite-pupil]

The date is in like one and a half hours and i still haven't showered nor decided what i'm wearing, so yeah, ✨procrastination✨

[borealhauntings]

im going to krill myself. Right now /j

[star--anon]

hm

during earlier days of Safe Haven, Minho would run until his legs collapsed and his lungs screamed for air, until he was miles and miles away from Paradise

and then he'd lay there on the forest floor, watching the Sun inch its way across the sky,

and wonder if it was all just another game from WCKD.

On happier days, the Sun was warm and the Haven felt like home and Thomas pulled him to the beach and Brenda threw sand at him and Frypan wasn't so busy with cooking lessons and Gally bothered to put down the blueprints. And it felt like the Glade. One that wasn't riddled with Grievers and crushing walls. And then Minho feared that he would lose it all

On other days, Alby wasn't there to enjoy the Sun (because he loved it on his back while he worked) and Chuck wasn't there to watch and laugh as Frypan hopelessly taught Thomas how to fish... and Minho knew Newt would never sit around the Fire and eat dinner with them again.

on those days, Minho closed his eyes and prayed that he'd wake up in WCKD again. Torture him, break him, just let his friends still be alive and safe and happy.

Please?

[randomrandy]

Random post: “reblog if you *thing I agree with”

My brain: if you reblog this you’re a virtue sighing whore who just wants internet clout. If you don’t reblog this you’re a heartless monster who should be shot in the street. Kys

Me: wtf

[celepeace]

The new zelda game looks like so much fun and I want to play it so badly but I should probably actually play botw first. Unfortunately the reason I haven't finished that game, despite owning it, is that I have an honest-to-god genuine phobia of large robots (and anything that could be misconstrued as a robot, generally anything large and inorganic and robot-like) and whenever I would see a guardian in the game I would start actually screaming and crying and only objective in my brain would be to get as far away as possible right now RIGHT NOW

[asinglesock]

autumn comes when you're not yet done with the summer passing by :( :( :(

[bassciven]

like it’s not about all the little things that i keep saying are pissing me off. it’s the fact that i continuously feel like an afterthought in my own relationship because she’s too wrapped up in her own thoughts in her own head to notice the world around her and act like she isn’t the only one in it.

[theseuscloud]

so, uh... have your recently spent time in the bg3 tag by any chance

Yes