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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.

[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

[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 ❤️

[the-nefarious-vampire]

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

[mroddmod]

they are like puppies. 2 me

[cyancees]

i have neither a good imagination nor aphantasia, but a secret third thing

[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.

[chloesimaginationthings]

The moment FNAF movie Vanessa knew she fucked up

[tossawary]

This is petty fandom salt, BUT... I've been chewing on this phenomenon that I've been calling "Fandom's Darling". It is related to things like "Author's Darling" and "Mary Sue / Gary Stu" and "Protagonist Halo" and all that jazz, where one character gains a peculiar narrative weight in a story.

"Author's Darling" is when a writer has a favorite character, and the world and all other characters sort of get... warped to put the Darling in the spotlight. It's most noticeable in TV shows with multiple writers, when a character you personally like suddenly has their previous characterization destroyed to make another character look good somehow. Every other character might become weirdly incompetent. The Darling's feelings are treated as The Most Important Feelings in any given situation. The logic of the fictional world seems broken past suspension of disbelief in order to validate this one character's beliefs or skillset or some other fantasy. And so on.

"Fandom's Darling" is what I've been calling the pattern where a fandom essentially crowns a New Protagonist for their fanfiction stories (it's often a side character rather than the original protagonist, but it can also happen to protagonists). This character becomes the self-insert for all sorts of indulgent fantasies, gaining special powers or backstories, and/or becoming the focus of extreme whump, and/or hooking up with all the various hotties, starring in all sorts of tropey AUs, and so on. They're not always an obvious Mary Sue version of themselves, but the character's original personality and interpersonal relationships tend to get warped or dropped completely, and other characters tend to become a little flat around them. I call it "Fandom's Darling" because it's not just one self-indulgent fantasy fic (you do you! Have fun!) with characterization choices that I don't vibe with (I have neither the time nor the desire nor the authority to police anything, I am just venting), but rather a prolific mini-fandom of sorts revolving around this empty doll / fanon version of the chosen vessel character, so it becomes a little unavoidable.

I am salty about this (mildly frustrated) (imagine a soft sigh of disappointment before I just go do something else) because you are FUCKED if you actually liked the canonical version of this character and their interpersonal relationships. It's almost worse than liking an obscure character that no one cares about. There's about a thousand fics starring your fave, but maybe only about a dozen of them are actually rooted in any kind of recognisable canon.

[heph]

The tech guy in movies