#loud noise at the end

[ink--theory]

when you're supplied 2 or more grizzco rollers during a wave

[miumiins]

[ellyehheyhey]

I've been experiencing Pride and Prejudice for the first time in the most disjointed way possible: as a low-key soothing podcast designed to put me to sleep.

[starry-teacup]

the fun thing about slay the princess is that I thought there was a clear 'right' answer and an obvious moral after my first run and then proceeded to walk straight into the fandom where I was immediately hit by the fucking cargo train of almost everyone having a different take than me

[coquelicoq]

i am so stressed about a hard conversation i have to have today but i had a little faith in my fellows restored when i went out to unflood my street and almost everyone driving through actually did slow down and avoid splashing me when i waved at them. some of them even turned so they didn't go through the intersection at all. getting splashed is the worst part of unflooding the street and it always seems like people do it because they just don't give a shit. but maybe they do it because they don't see the water? idk. i am handing out benefits of the doubt like candy. thank u everyone for i remain unsplashed.

[indecisive-dizzy]

i Finally went through the update and GAAAAHHHH

Screaming and sobbing there is so much. this is so much. so little but packs So Much

[hexedrosel-arts]

Some Clovers+ and Ed and Starlo!

What a silly creature hope they aren't doomed by the narrative

[icewindandboringhorror]

It's always interesting to hear about people's weird/unexpected "alternate life paths". Like, something that you could have done with your life, a job you almost took, a school you almost went to, etc - that was still actually realistic enough that it could have happened, but NOW it seems to not suit your current personality.

Like for example, I currently hate advertising (how manipulative it is, brands trying to be 'relatable', social media amplifying it to an obnoxious extreme, etc.) so much that even seeing a little ad before a youtube video is grating to even witness, but there was a point in time where I was genuinely seriously considering going into marketing/making commercials as a career lol. Or like, I have a relative who was very inclined to be a pastor when they were younger, even though today they're a super strong atheist, etc. etc.

[glsneeg-enthusiast]

What's your take on no showfall halloween

henriks really into it and randy isnt because he has no joy or whimsy and doesnt celebrate Anything Ever. i think hen would try to buy those 12ft tall plastic skeletons

[forcebook]

help this is too funny akdkskdkskdkskdksk

[lelianaslefthand]

thinking about her... fork found in kitchen. i like to give my OCs customized Varricnames™, Killer is hers because she's a "we should kill that guy" kind of gal but also a hint of irony bc she weaponizes her big sad doe eyes to get her way.

i kept going back and forth with how filled confident should be because confidence is one of her most defining traits but she yearns for approval so so so badly that it circles back to insecurity that she refuses to think about. the duality of woman.

lovely template by @otherpigeon

[supernovaa-remnant]

so, fireworks. I've been thinking about fireworks specifically in terms of the post canon utah au. new year's. fourth of july. beyond just sitting inside and hearing them, c!dream and c!wilbur eventually get invited to go watch fireworks with people and even get invited to set them off.

c!dream, maybe surprisingly, does pretty good with fireworks. loud noises aren't really a big trigger for him, but fireworks do make him feel a bit floaty, for lack of a better word. it's a bit of an out of body experience, but it's not caused by trauma. I don't know how to describe it, but I get the same way with fireworks sometimes. like you're half lost in a memory but you don't know what memory or if the memory even exists.

it reminds him a bit of doomsday. a bit of that day in the prison. but, mostly, it's just a vague feeling that leaves him feeling floaty. it's really the mix of the sounds, the visuals of the fireworks themselves, and the sky flashing with colors as the fireworks go off.

c!wilbur, though, does not have a good time. which is weird, because obviously he loves explosions, so he really shouldn't have this incessant weight in his chest. It reminds him of the 16th. it reminds him of hearing the fireworks going off before he pressed the button, and then the sound of the explosions, the ringing in his ears, the lead up to thirteen and a half years in that goddamned train station. it reminds him a bit of c!ranboo and the burger van. he always thought he liked explosions, liked how alive they made him feel, but for some reason he feels a bit more like he's dying.

at some point, he starts to have a full blown panic attack. he tries to use the various methods of calming down that his therapist has taught him, but it's so hard to even remember anything when it feels like his lungs are incapable of drawing in air.

c!dream helps.

which. let it be known that c!dream doesn't really know how to calm down another person. he just kinda grabs c!wilbur's hands and then moves to cradle c!wilbur's face. forces eye contact. breathes really dramatically before realizing he should probably have c!wilbur's hand on his chest while doing that.

you'd think that c!wilbur would hate the physical touch—there are a lot of times when physical touch makes c!dream's panic worse—but it surprisingly works. something about the physical contact helps ground c!wilbur in the present. something about c!dream's eyes helps remind c!wilbur of where he is, and it also gives him a nice distraction. he finds himself trying to pick apart c!dream's expression, and he tries to figure out why c!dream is doing this. it gives him something else to focus on, at least.

it helps c!dream a bit, too. it's not that the floaty feeling was unpleasant, per se, but this feels better. it feels nice to repay c!wilbur for the times he's helped c!dream through his panic attacks. it feels nice to make c!wilbur feel better. it feels nice to have physical contact with another person that's on his terms and that doesn't hurt.

much, much later, when they're at a fairly small gathering/party together (probably a fourth of july or new year's party), the fireworks get to c!wilbur again. c!dream holds his hand the entire time, but the host of the get together—someone who works at the animal shelter c!dream volunteers at—notices. they get c!wilbur a pair of noise canceling headphones, and it's kinda at that moment that both c!dream and c!wilbur realize that these new people they've met in this town—these new friends of theirs—are ready to support them even without knowing anything about their past.

[ghoul--doodle]

There’s a kid who recently started working at the charity store I work at and we’re usually working at the same time

And he’s a sweet kid but.

He stims all the time and in such a way that it triggers my misophonia and I feel SICK and there’s ✨sweet fuck all✨ I can do about it

[scrumptowne]

Had a crazy ass nightmare about an hour ago and had to draw the creature that was in it. 💤

[post-punk-revival]

Sharing a moment with someone under the glow of an "open late" neon sign in a dark and bitter January. Adrift in a broken-down spaceship orbiting a dying star. Sleeplessly, hopelessly staring at your alarm clock reading 5:34 AM. A moment of reprieve found in the quiet back alleys of a huge, overwhelming and unfamiliar city. A dream about a phone call with someone you parted with on bad terms, apologies from both parties. Distorted industrial gothic post-punk but haunted. Emotional self-sabotage as regretful catharsis. Please listen to Weeknight they only have 466 listeners and I'm gonna cry