#escalaphobia

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Elevatophobia & Escalaphobia

[PT: Elevatophobia & Escalaphobia]

Elevatophobia, a individual with a intense and irrational fear of elevators (this is a ALT flag)

Escalaphobia, a individual with a intense and irrational fear of escalators.

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[pink0lamby]

i went to the mall to celebrate my friend's birthday!!!

key events:

made slime with her for fun

went to a restaurant and had the most delicious salmon ever

bought really cute things from hot topic

had a mini breakdown and sobbed when my mom tried to (and did) force me to go on the escalator because i have extremely bad escalaphobia

[florathecoralien]

Hey guys

Guess the lie or smth idk (I'm not doing a poll cause I want to do smth else with polls)

1: I have trauma-induced escalaphobia (fear of escalators)

2: I've been to two different types of conventions

3: I've never eaten a crossiant before

[turnthepagevn]

Everyone is having fears like abandonment while I'm just standing here with the most tiny irrational fear ever.

escalaphobia like I know I wont get my shoe or clothes stuck but I'm terrified of the what if's

YOU ARE SEEN, AND I CAN FUCKING EMPATHIZE, ANON.

[deepxbluexocean]

(Closed for @shrieks )

Usually when Ocean went places, he took the stairs. Not only did he not like elevators for a variety of reasons - they were just closed-in metal boxes suspended by wires that if snapped would cause you to plummet to your death, which was not how Ocean wanted to die - but he just liked staying in shape in whatever way he could, which included using the stairs when possible. Luckily that gave him a reason he could actually admit out loud (as opposed to the aforementioned reason about the hidden hazards of elevators, which some people thought was weird). Unfortunately, Ocean's main other option when he was at the mall was the escalator, and frankly those weren't any better than elevators. The problem with those was that Ocean always panicked slightly when it came time to step on and off of them, fearful that if he chose the wrong moment, he might stumble and fall and both make a fool of himself and also injure his shin on the jagged edges of the steps, something that had actually happened to him as a child when the escalator suddenly stopped and no doubt contributed to his escalator phobia (escalaphobia, he'd learned it was called). Really they were a danger for different reasons, and Ocean had a more difficult time choose which was worse.

Most often, he'd take the escalator, the lesser of two evils in his eyes, but today there were throngs of people using them, and Ocean wasn't in the mood to deal with that. He'd had a rough shift at Art Murmur, dealing with customers who weren't very nice most of the day, and instead of Ocean realizing they were just unpleasant people, he blamed himself. Maybe he hadn't been very good at helping them? Maybe he wasn't good at helping anyone? Maybe he wasn't good at anything? That was the way Ocean's brain spiraled, and he was struggling to keep it from doing so now as he made his way to elevator, just wanted to be done with the place. Luckily today the elevator wasn't crowded with people like it was sometimes (apparently they were all at the escalators today), and only one other person joined Ocean inside. It was someone he didn't recognize, not really, though he thought maybe he'd seen the guy around the mall. Most likely, he was an employee, though Ocean didn't know his name. He was handsome though, and Ocean lost himself for a moment staring at him before realizing what he was doing. The moment the elevators closed, Ocean turned away, feeling that familiar panic welling inside him. Backing into the corner, he closed his eyes, fingers clawing at the walls to help steady himself as the elevator began to move. It would be over soon, something Ocean took comfort in; it was a quick ride at least. Or that was what Ocean thought, but suddenly the elevator stopped, causing Ocean to lurch forward.

Eyes snapping open, Ocean felt his heart stop for a moment as the lights flickered off before the low emergency lights came on, the two strangers spending just a moment in darkness together. The low light wasn't much better though, and for one wild moment, Ocean thought the elevator was about to plummet to the ground. But he quickly realized that that wasn't what was happening here. The elevator wasn't moving, and that exactly was the problem. They were stuck. "Oh no," he whispered, rushing to the control panel and pressing the emergency button. "No no no no no no no no," he kept muttering under his breath, jabbing the button so hard over and over again that his finger began to hurt. A few seconds later, someone had answered, and after Ocean had informed them of the situation, they'd said all he and the other employee could do was wait until they got them out, giving no time frame. Immediately backing into the corner again, Ocean slumped to the floor, visibly deflated. He didn't swear, but there was ever a time where he might, it would be now. Sighing, Ocean ran his fingers through his hair, trying to calm down, and it was like he suddenly remembered he wasn't alone. Looking at the other person stuck with him, Ocean apologized, "I'm really sorry. This...this is so embarrassing. I'm just not good with elevators or any enclosed space really." His cheeks were tinged red, voice shaky, and he introduced himself, "My name is Ocean." They might be stuck here for awhile, after all, so they might as well get acquainted.

[hopelessnerdybitch]

As a disabled person who also has escalaphobia, if I can use the stairs meant for people with abled bodies (because I am not getting on that fucker), an able bodied person should also be able to use an escalator meant for disabled people.

Also, just curious, your stance on elevators, Sir or ma'am?

Escalators are for disabled people not your lazy ass.

[mirror-shards-broken]

I used to have really bad escalaphobia, and I still have it, just not as strong. It developed because of something that actually happened or because of something I dreamed happened. I don't know which it is. I used to avoid escalators like the plague, but in a lot of places I just didn't have a choice. I had to exist there, shaking like a personal earth quake. Eventually I was able to go up no problem. But getting down was a whole other story. To this day I have to try multiple times to get on the moving stairs without misstepping or hurling myself off the steps face first.

[heyheycaitalin]

I think it's time we acknowledge escalators are actually the worst. Like stairs aren't tricky enough, now they're moving? Excuse me? No thank you. Going up escalators isn't so bad. What's the worst that'll happen? I fall, embarrass myself and hit the step above me, but I'm still moving up. It's not like gravity can really screw me over. But down??? No! I'll take the elevator or stairs. If that level has exits to the parking lot, I'd rather go through a department store exit, take the exterior stairs down, and go all the way around the building to go back in on the lower floor. I'll inconvenience the hell outta myself before I brave an escalator. Unless I'm with someone I'm not comfortable being weird with, I might struggle through it then. But I'll hate every second of it and feel my body jittering for 10 minutes after it's over. I really hate escalators.

[bespectacledbookworm]

So I've been using the elevator at work in lieu of the escalators to take our cash upstairs, and I've been doing this for like four months, every shift I closed. A new manager just told me that I can't do that anymore! Even considering that I have escalaphobia. So I'm either going to have to suck it up for three more shifts (thank GOD i've quit already) or barter chores with my other coworkers so they can close for me. But that makes me feel bad, so I think i'm going to try and suck it up.

My plan is to sit down on the up escalator, and see if I can make it through that. I have no problem going on the DOWN escalator, and I think it has to do with the physical act of going towards the ground or "safety", and i'm looking at the ground instead of looking up into unknown territory (AKA the second floor, lol). So maybe if I sit down, I can feel safer, and if I start to experience vertigo again, i'm already sitting down.

I'll look like an absolute fool, but it'll only be for three more shifts, and I'd rather have a mini panic attack than make my co-workers do extra work on my behalf.

[thenehemiahproject]

#Escalaphobia 😂 https://www.instagram.com/p/B7XKNIcDzB-/?igshid=h5107plljgz0

[laufeyamp]

Loki Laufeyson Headcanons

SUMMARY.  ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- shopping new outfits for new year’s with the god of mischief [shopping edition]

PAIRING. loki x gender neutral reader WORD COUNT. 0.561k

THIS WORK CONTAINS fluff, PDA, implied smut

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i feel like he’s that type of boyfriend who would have his arm draped across your shoulder whenever you’re outdoors just to make it clear to every mortal that you belong to him

he’d even pull you closer to him with his hand on your waist mid conversation just to give you a smooch on your forehead or hair

on rare occasions, he’d even whisper all of the dirty things he’d do to you whilst taking in your scent

public displays of affection 10000/10 (unless you’re uncomfortable with it)

expect him to hold your hands and warm them up with his magic every now and then due to the icy temperature in shopping malls

you’d even keep your hands in the pockets of his sweater

best fashion advisor ever, his taste in fashion is another level i swear-

though, he’s super picky with fashion designs which is literally why it takes HOURS to get a simple outfit

definitely picking green for every outfit of yours since he despises every other colour, excluding gold and black

and i mean he’s just so desperate to see you in his colour (it gives him butterflies)

loki: THIS ONE. *shows you the outfit he picked you enthusiastically* y/n: *rolls eyes* seriously, loki?? GREEN??? AGAIN.

of course, you’d still try it on just for him

y/n, trying out one of the clothing store’s branded outfits: *spins* how do i look? loki: *shakes his head in dissatisfaction and steps further* if they were to make a few changes on these designs here... *switches the designs according to his liking with his magic*  y/n, dumbstruck: *notices the sales attendant approaching*  loki, just finished reforming the outfit: ... voila! y/n: GET IN HERE. *pulls him into the changing room and locks the door* 

he’d be admiring and praising non-stop about how perfect you look in the ameliorated outfit

meanwhile, you’d be nagging him to swap the designs back to it’s original ones and colour in instant before the sales attendant notices

y/n: *whisper-yells* CHANGE IT BACK LOKI loki: mhm, fine. You’ll have them off by the end of the day anyways. y/n: ... *speechless* loki: but only under one condition... *bends a little and leans forward* give me a kiss. y/n: LOKI I SWEAR- ugh. *kisses him very quickly either on the cheeks or lips*

there were a couple of times when the sales attendant would be knocking on the door and be like: SIR?? MADAM??? Each fitting room is available for only one person.

and how would picking outfits for loki be like? Well, he obviously doesn’t need fashion advice but he loves having you pick his outfits for him

he just enjoys those moments when you’d carefully arrange his collar, his tie or his outfit in general

he’d purposely leave a few buttons undone too just to have you to button them for him

loki, holding numerous tote bags filled with various purchased items: love, it would really be easier if you’ll just allow me to magic myself one more pair of hands- y/n: LOKI WE’RE IN PUBLIC

okay but hear me out, loki would certainly have his palm on your back every time you use the escalators ESPECIALLY if you suffer from acrophobia, escalaphobia, etc.

he just wants you to feel safe and remember that he’s here to protect you from all sorts of harm

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SYD .ೃ࿐ Reblogs and interactions are greatly appreciated, thank you for reading.

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

Some ”gentlemany” things my bf does that i’m convinced vampy does for bb: never lets her go on the outer side of the sidewalk so she doesn’t get hit by a car or something, always lets her go first on a big staircase so he can catch her if she falls and if they’re on an escelator he holds her on the right side so no one can bump into her and gives her a kiss for good luck 😵‍💫❤️‍🩹

vampy when he and bb get on an escalator at the mall: Kiss for good luck? 😚

bb: Harry….it’s an escalator, not a tight rope. I think we’ll be fine.

vampy: I actually have a chronic fear of escalators so I could really use the moral support right now.

bb: Oh really? You have a phobia towards escalators?

vampy: Absolutely. Ever since I was a kid.

bb: You’re so full of shit, I swear.

vampy: Hey! My illness isn’t a joke, it’s called— Siri what do you call the fear of escalators?

Siri: The fear of escalators is called escalaphobia and it is surprisingly common among—

vampy: ITS CALLED ESCALAPHOBIA AND ITS SURPRISINGLY COMMON SO HAVE SOME BASIC HUMAN DECENCY AND FUCKING KISS ME

[isaacameloxd]

Me: My fear is escalaphobia (that means I'm afraid of esculators) they are really high

Me: oh...okay

Me: ;-;

[hueningkai]

If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself, and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! <333 (ur techincally the 9th person but im breaking rules <3)

I'd break the rules for you too bestie 💞

I'm terrible at this stuff hhhhh here we go

I trained myself to like coffee. A dumb fact but yeah I really wanted to try all the different drinks and flavours as they always looked so good therefore I started by drinking iced coffee, then cappuccinos and now I can drink normal and all coffee lol.

I have escalaphobia.

New followers probably don't know this but I collect toys and have a variety ranging from 80s to modern toys. (And some older than 80s) Waiting for Mattel to make TXT dolls ngl ✊

I feel like I should have something more interesting to say but I can never think of anything LOL ty ily

[elodie-adams]

Full Name: Elodie Meredith Adams

Reason for name: Her mother wanted something that sounded sophisticated and her father wanted to name her Melody. Her middle name is after her grandmother. Nickname(s): El, Ellie, Sunflower Date of Birth: 17 February 1995 Age: 25 Gender + Pronouns: female | She/her Place of birth: Roswell, New Mexico Parents: Trisha and Troy Adams. High school sweethearts who had Elodie when they were in high school. Siblings: None Relationship with family (close? estranged?): Fairly close, she lived with them until a few years ago. Pets: None, yet.

PHYSICAL:

Height: 5′8 Build: very thin but with a more hourglass waistline.

Nationality: American Ethnicity: Swedish and German, but knows very little about it. Distinguishing Facial Features: Bright blue eyes. Hair Color: blonde Usual Hair Style: long and messy, sometimes in a messy bun. Eye Color: blue   Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birth marks, scars): clear skin, pale Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): None that she has been diagnosed with, though she does have bouts of depression and tries very hard to hide it. What do they consider their best feature?: Her eyes or her smile.   Worst they’ve ever been injured (what, how did it happen)?:Tons of minor injuries like sprained joints and scrapes growing up. Once fell off the roof of her trailer and broke her arm.

APPEARANCE:

Favorite outfit: She loves fashion so there are a number of different outfits she loves but she’s usually in ripped black skinny jeans, a cut up band t-shirt and either her leather jacket or a flannel shirt that is too big for her. She can also be found in anything too short, too ripped, and too black to be considered acceptable. Glasses? Contacts?: Occasionally wears reading glasses but not often. Personal Hygiene: Showers enough not to smell and is known to take some plants in the shower with her for the humidity.   Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: Has a necklace from her grandmother she wears, a few tattoos but wants more, ear piercings and nipples. What does their voice sound like?:  On the higher pitched side while being slightly raspy from smoking. Style of speech (loud, mumbler, articulate, etc.): Louder than most, speaks quite quickly. Accent?: Not really, fairly standard American accent. Unique mannerisms/physical habits: Plays with the ends of her hair, bites at the skin around her nails. Left handed or right?: right handed. Do they work out/exercise?:  Not really. She likes to walk but has been blessed with a high metabolism.

BELIEFS & INTELLECT:

Known Languages: English and a small amount of French. Zodiac: Aquarius Gifts/talents: Great eye for detail and design, green thumb, has very good rhythm and pitch. Political stance: liberal leaning but sometimes unsure. Pet peeves: People who are unreasonably rude, when people don’t take care of their plants/flowers, mansplaining Optimist or pessimist: generally an optimist. Extrovert or introvert: Bit of both. She has extroverted tendencies, but likes her alone time.

INTIMACY & RELATIONSHPS:

Relationship status: Single technically. Sexual orientation: bisexual   Ideal mate/qualities they look for in mate: Someone who can make her laugh, someone open and loving, great in bed.   Ever been in love?: When she was younger What’s their love language?: Physical touch and words of affirmation Most important person in their life?: It was her grandmother but now is probably her parents or Ryan.

VOCATION:

Level of education: Certificate in floral design Profession: Business owner and florist Past occupations: Worked at the bowling alley Dream occupation: She’s doing it! Passions: Flowers and plants, design, music. Attitude towards current job: Absolutely loves her job. Spender or Saver? Why?: Good balance, she likes to spend when she can but knows better than to blow her money because she grew up with very little. Which is more important – money or doing something they love?: Doing something she loves.

SECRETS:

Phobias:  Atychiphobia- fear of failure, Escalaphobia- fear of escalators Life goals: See her business grow, have a family of her own, own her own home. Greatest fears: Being alone forever, her business failing. Most embarrassing thing ever to happen to him/her: Got a wicked nose bleed while giving her first blowjob as a teenager, didn’t realize what was happening until her at the time boyfriend looked down and started screaming. Other than that she’s pretty hard to embarrass. Something they’ve never told anyone:  Despite her appearance, she regularly listens to pop music. Oh and she might be a little bit in love with Ryan Biggest regret: Not spending more time with her grandmother. Compulsions: Reorganizing her flower fridge. Compulsively checks the water levels on flowers and plants. Police/Criminal/Legal record: The occasional run in for underaged drinking and partying. Has shoplifted but has no criminal record.

PREFERENCES:

Hobbies: playing guitar, singing, reading, propagating plants, floral arrangement. Favorite color: black Favorite smell: Vanilla, or fresh flowers, bleach. Favorite food: Hot dogs from over a camp fire. Favorite book: Dear Mr. You by Mary-Louise Parker Favorite movie: Matilda, Silence of the Lambs Favorite song: I Bet That You Look Good On The Dance Floor- Arctic Monkeys or R U Mine- Arctic Monkeys Coffee or tea?: Usually tea but she’ll drink coffee black sometimes. Favorite type of weather: Spring, when new things start to bloom. Most prized possession: Her shop or her antique music box given to her by her grandmother when she was little. Most used word or phrase?: “Don’t forget to trim off about an inch from the stem and put it in a solution of water with about 1/4 teaspoon of bleach, maybe a little less depending on your vase.” or “Right then.”