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[youdontjustgiveup]

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Cleithrophobia

whumptober24 day 4- sensory deprivation fandom- harry poter TW- feeling trapped summary- Cleithrophobia- the phobia or fear of being trapped

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He wasn’t sure how long he’d been here. Time felt immaterial here in the nothingness. He knew he was alive, or as alive as he could be, trapped here as he was. How had he ever thought this was a good idea?

He knew why. He still agreed it was necessary, but he hadn’t considered the repercussions. 

He was afraid he would no longer be himself when he was finally freed. 

He would be freed. Even if it hadn’t been part of the original plan. He couldn’t stand this existence. He had a plan. He had to remember the plan. It had to work. It would work.

It felt like his body was on fire, it ached, but he knew that wasn’t possible. It was just phantom pain.

All he had was his thoughts, but even those seemed to swirl around and around seemingly without purpose. He struggled to focus on anything for longer than a moment. Or maybe it was longer than a moment. It was impossible to tell. He didn’t even know how long he had been here. Was it merely days? Or had it been years? Was the plan still in motion? Had it worked? Was his purpose fulfilled? Was he doomed to this for eternity? Had his plotting really been worth it? 

Afterall, how could he have known he’d remain awake? That hadn’t been part of the plan.

And now he was trapped for all eternity. Doomed to this half existence, a mind without a body, but that believed so much that it had one, that its absence ached.

NO! He had a plan. He had to remember that. He just had to wait.

All he needed was one person. One curious person.

He would be freed. He would be freed. Hewouldbefreedhewouldbefreedhewouldbefreedhewouldbefreedhewouldbefreedhewouldbefreedhewouldbefreedhewouldbefreedhewouldbefreedhewouldbefreedhewouldbefreedhewouldbefreedhewouldbefreedhewouldbe–

He had to keep reminding himself. This wasn’t forever! It couldn’t be. This existence was worse than the worst of curses! Why had he thought this was a good idea? Why hadn’t he considered the consequences?

He knew why.

That same fear still drove him. Though this half existence had made that fear stronger. He would get out. He had to. There was no other choice. 

And when he finally did get out—

He wasn’t entirely sure what he would do. Would he join his other self? Were they still alive? Had the plan worked? It had to have worked. Otherwise this would have been for nothing. This half existence. This brain without a body. Yet a mind that couldn’t concentrate. That couldn’t focus. He needed to get out. When he did get out he’d forge his own path. He was owed it! He was the one suffering the consequences of his other self’s decision, of his fear, their fear. 

He would make it out. He would forge his own path. He would become even greater than his other self. He’d find another way to accomplish his goals. There had to be a better way. Something besides the stupid idea that had left him like this.

His body ached. He didn’t have a body. He needed to get free before he went mad. He couldn’t go mad. He wouldn’t!

He needed to focus on the plan. He only needed one person. One curious person. 

And then he would be freed. He’d be free. He would be free Hewouldbefreehewouldbefreehewouldbefreehewouldbefreehewouldbefreehewouldbefreehewouldbefreehewould—

AAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He needed to focus. Everything hurt. He needed to remember the plan. He would forge his own path. He’d be free. And he’d live. He would. 

He just needed one person! Just one! One person and then he’d be free. It would work. It had to. There was no other choice. He refused to submit to this existence forever! He refused to submit to madness! 

Just one person. 

Curse his other self for condemning him to this! For not thinking things through! For not considering the consequences! Curse his fear for making him even consider this desperate option!

He would find another way when he made it out. 

He just needed one person. Just one.

Everything ached. It was hard to concentrate. 

He needed to remember.

His name was— his name was—

Panic was all he could feel.

He needed to remember! He couldn’t forget! How could he forget! 

His name was— his name was—

AAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He needed to— he needed to—-

His name was— his name was— hisnamehisnamehisnamehisnamehisnamehisnamehisnamehisnamehisnamehis—

Sensation.

It felt so strange after all this time. It was almost terrifying. 

He stretched toward the feeling. 

There!

A voice, but not, someone calling out to him.

Finally, at long last, someone had found him.

Dear Diary, This is my first day at Hogwarts. I’m so excited, even though I’m going to have to deal with all my brothers. But Harry’s here! He’s so cute. I doubt he’ll notice me though. The prefects are telling us it’s time for bed so this is all I'm writing for tonight. Thanks for listening, Ginny Weasley

Yes! Yes! Yes! Finally! He was going to be free! He was going to be free!

He reached out again, pulling his awareness to focus on that singular point of connection. He took hold of that connection and solidified it, linked them, he and the writer, this Ginny. He could feel their magic and he tugged. 

It was exhilarating! It was life itself seeping back into him!

But he needed more. He needed them to pour their entire soul into him. He had to keep them writing, make them pour out more of their soul into him.

He twisted his awareness, using some of the magic he had stolen to write back.

Hello Ginny,

He hesitated. What was his– 

Tom. His name was Tom. 

My name is Tom.

Tom Marvolo Riddle. 

And soon, he would be free.

[captainsparklefingers]

WELP.

Looks like I'm gonna need to update my Raven Queen cosplay. By like. A lot. My god.

[petrifiedcrange]

No, but this episode would actually be pretty good if it wasn't for the last 8 minutes

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[northern-passage]

we go through this every hurricane season but the way people will find any excuse to point the finger at the victims of natural disasters and say cruel shit like "fuck around and find out" like it's not horrifying having to leave behind your home and all your belongings and potentially your pets with the full knowledge that there might not be anything to come back to after... ignoring that there are people that don't have a car or the money to evacuate, ignoring disabled people who have no way to get out, ignoring people that can't find places for their pets to shelter, ignoring people that have medical equipment that can't be moved or replaced, etc... and even if someone stays behind solely because they want to, they still don't deserve to suffer.

as someone who worked extensively in disaster response previously, it is not easy to "just" evacuate, and the relief that comes afterwards is intentionally difficult to obtain. and already the forces that be are trying to spin this narrative that the victims are at fault, to put the blame on them so that if (probably when) people are forced to resort to looting (because the aid never comes) everyone will nod and agree that they're all bad people and deserved it... rather than acknowledging the fact that there was no attempt to make the evacuation accessible and safe for everyone, no guarantee that aid will be waiting for them when they return to a home that has been swept away... no empathy for the fact that these people's entire lives are potentially destroyed with no safety net to catch them.

[vaperarmand]

hey guys if you’re planning on making a vaguepost on the dashboard can you message me with the details and some of the lore behind the vague post you’re making. a vaguepost for the dash and a detailedpost for me. because i like to know what’s going on. if you do this i will automatically take your side because you’ve done the right thing by letting me know what’s up. thanks in advance ❤️

[perrieedwards]

i feel like people are skimming over the uk riots in a way that makes me want to tear my hair out. muslims in the uk are in active danger. immigrants in the uk are in active danger. refugees in the uk are in active danger. people of colour in the uk are in active danger. asian communities in the uk are in active danger. black communities in the uk are in active danger.

there are massive far right riots throughout the country right now and people like fucking elon musk and nigel farage are inciting it and still have a platform to speak. people have used three young girls deaths, people's genuine grief in southport, to try and gain traction for their own racist bullshit and it's working.

a lot of refugee charities have been forced to close leaving many people without support, homes, funding, food, etc. if you aren't able to donate please consider sending a message via the conversation over borders campaign! it will send a hopeful, welcoming letter to a refugee in the uk. there is also a guide to staying safe here.

please do your own research and donate to refugee charities, anti-islamophobia charities, mosques who are trying to rebuild after being destroyed, counter protesters, here are some i've heard positive things about but the list is extensive; southport strong together (support for the southport victims and their families), southport mosque rebuilding, riot repair fund, middlesbrough vulnerable residents, nasir mosque rebuilding, hull help for refugees, bristol welcomes migrants,

[zytes]

this manatee looks like it’s in a skyrim loading screen

[jamierthanyou]

as an aroace, im particularly dangerous, because i wont fuck or marry. i only know how to kill.

[cringefail-clown]

seeing someone using the word "abscond" in the wild

[heph]

The tech guy in movies

[inkskinned]

you said you were stuck in a time loop, which was fine. i feel like late-stage capitalism has us all in a time loop, ammiright? you came barging in at 5:33. in the morning. i hadn't even processed the idea of coffee.

but you had this look of utter panic in your eyes. terror like the ocean. you grabbed my cheeks. im in a time loop.

i don't know why in movies the first reaction is to deny it. when someone is panicking like that, it's not appropriate to ask them to calm down. it didn't matter if i believed it, what mattered was that you believed it so much that it was consuming you.

so here we are. i pour you some of the dark roast. "you look like utter and entire hell," i say.

you push your fingers into your eyes. "you always say that."

i try to think of something funny to say that i wouldn't have said on previous time loops, but jokes don't land without the proper timing (lol). "remind me to think -"

"-yeah, of a joke that only works in the future. and before you say anything, i know you're pissed i just stole your punchline." you bolt the coffee, which is wild. it's very hot. you don't seem to notice.

i blow on mine to cool it down. i both am very pissed at you and also i can't see you in this amount of panic without wanting to help. but i'm also not really sure what we are, not since i saw you kiss her like that, no offense. it just was like, kind of rude when you knew i liked you.

and besides. i'm just like, barely a person. i write omegaverse fanfiction. i love the concept of a time loop, but what the fuck am i gonna do? send an alpha in there? i open my mouth.

you point at me. "you're about to ask why me. and then say some disparaging shit about yourself. i'm just a nerd who plays dnd or something. that self-own is slightly different each time." you sigh. "i know you think you can't really help me. i don't know who can help me. i only came to you because you fucking believe me." you check your watch, sigh, and throw your head back. you cover your eyes with one hand. "i've come here on 26 separate revolutions," you say. "you have believed me every time. and yeah, i have no idea how you fit into this but i just -" you sigh again. "i just like fucking talking to someone about it."

"do you need more cof-" i start, but you're already holding the empty cup out. i frown at it. "you're not getting any more until you promise not to bolt this one like an animal."

you laugh a little and sit up, pushing your hair out of your face. "okay, that's new dialogue. but to be fair to you, i'm not usually this rude. i'm still pretty new at all of this." you check your watch again. another sigh. i guess you're cruising for a personal best in the Sigh Olympics.

i almost tell you im not an NPC but i've played enough video games to know i'm very much an NPC. i pour you another cup. "so what happens in the loop?"

"really bad explosion." you mutter into the mug. you put your elbows on the table (rude) and bury your face in your arms like an angsty teenager. one hand floats up while you talk, because evidently you literally can't talk without your hands. "i have to save the day and there's this bomb and i have no bomb training and it keeps moving, you know."

"do i die?"

you peek up from your arms. "yeah. bigtime. you keep trying to run or stay or do anything and you always super die."

"oh."

"to be fair, like, everyone dies in it though.... so you're in good company."

i hate that you make me laugh. i hate that being around you always feels tingly and strange, this electric tension between us. something that is evidently (given how you stuck your tongue down a stranger's throat literally 3 days ago) (well. 3 for me) super one-sided. i take a sip of my coffee and close my eyes.

i die today, i guess. a little spark of panic starts at the top of my hands and starts whipping up my wrists.

"shit," you say. you look at your watch and jump to your feet. "i have to go. if i can come back, i will. i am still trying to figure out when is best to do everything, you know? the order of stuff. maybe morning isn't good for us."

i look up at you and think about how you keep kissing me in the back of my car and in alleyways and in the dark. and i can never fucking get a read on you. and i also think about how incredibly panicked you look. how broken. how long have you been doing this? "i don't want to die," i say.

you glance downwards. "well, you're not really dead, you'll come back in the loop."

"but i will have died." my hands are shaking. i am trying really hard to stay calm.

you push your hands through your hair again. "i really have to go. i will have this discussion with the next version of you, though. it is like, something i am thinking about."

"but i don't get a next version," i say. i don't really have the language for this, because i haven't had 26 tries with you. i only have my memories: you, a week ago. drunk and telling me you loved me in my ear. you, kissing her anyway. you, months ago, throwing up on my birthday, whispering to me i ruin everything i touch, always, over and over. please don't ask. i can't ever fucking have that be you.

i run my finger along the rim of the mug. "i don't want to die in this one."

you seem baffled by this. "i get that but - time will reset, you'll be fine, you won't even remember we talked about this."

"but i know now." i stand up too. "i have to live the rest of this day knowing i could die. knowing i probably am going to."

"you could always die, to be fair."

i feel my hands get out of control. "earlier, you said i always say a different insult about myself. what if you're just going through different parallel universes and those are all just different - but real - versions of myself? what if you're not in a time loop, you're in a fucking universe loop?"

"if it helps, i've wondered this too. also, you're hot in all of them. if that helps."

i point at you. "no flirting. i'm trying to figure out if i die today."

"who's flirting?" you catch my wild hands and give me that long, perfect smile. like we're in this together. "i won't let ya die." you check your watch and sigh again. "well. maybe not this time."

i grit my teeth. you are so not making quips at me while i try to explain the existential dread i'm having. "does the time loop reset if i fucking kill you?"

"honestly i don't know how long it continues after i die, because i just wake up. it could be that the loop goes until the explosion for everyone, and we're all in the loop, or it could be that when i die, the loop restarts. when i die i wake up, is all."

i pull away from you and stalk into the kitchen and start doing all 3 of my dishes. "okay, first, you know i was joking. and secondly, this is exactly my point. you don't know if this is just a parallel universe. maybe in the ones where you died, the explosion happened and nobody reset and it's just you travelling." i have to stop and push the heel of my palm into my eyeball. "... how often have you died?"

i look at you. you look at me. you give me this very sad, halfway smile and a little what can ya do shrug. something in that action seems so old and weary that i want to burst into tears.

"i have to go," you say. "really. for real. there's this family of five i save from getting into a car crash. and i know it's like oh but we're all gonna die in the explosion anyway, what's the point. and..." you shrug again. "it matters to me, is all. at least i saved them for now. at least i saved anything."

you pad over to me and wrap me in a tight hug. you always seem so tall against me. i feel your cheek rest against the top of my head for a moment. for a second, it's just us, and the space is warm, and my heart is a little broken hare.

you leave me there, and i stand in my stupid badly lit kitchen with my stupid mugs. i think about you. i start texting my mom that she needs to get out of the city, but it feels pointless.

i don't know what to do. tomorrow is the same day for you. but i have to prepare to die in my today.

[mroddmod]

they are like puppies. 2 me

[krysmcscience]

I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.

Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:

Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao

this is so stupid :D

Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.

[nepherit]

My honored guests...dinner is served ✨✨

Go on, little mouse. Partake, enjoy your supper...

I was so disappointed when Larian dropped Patch 7 with its new evil endings, but no Raphael dinner included, so I vowed to make up for it with a dinner of my own. I was all set to color and shade, but things didn’t quite go as planned, and I had to take a little break. I picked it up again a few days ago, and here it is—finally finished.

Happy holidays!