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buck, in his biggest softest most muted-tone hoodie with days of scruff while baking sweet comfort treats: of COURSE i'm depressed!!! the love of my life just dumped me i'm a MESS!!! SOMEBODY TELL ME THEY LOVE ME!! :'( :'( :'( :'(
tommy, seemingly unaffected: i am not now nor have i ever been not fine. i do not even know what that is. i have been knot fine, sure. i have been fined, true. anyway, unrelated but i may be going into cardiac arrest...
#i just think their ways of coping w. heartache are polar opposites: buck wears his emotions on his sleeves mopes and wallows in#plain sight while tommy compartmentalises in order to survive never really addressing the depth of his heartache - until one day#he's in the cereal aisle of a ralphs and picks up evan's favorite by mistake and starts having a panic attack in aisle 4.#bucktommy#evantommy#crack#tevan kinkley firepilot#.txt#fic fodder
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oliver doodles misc
#oliver once played a death game w a recently deceased and it was fortnite and the worst part was that oliver won#oliver banks#my art#tma art#the magnus archives#tma#tma fanart#the magnus archives art#annabelle cane#u know that pic thats like “can i call u im having a panic attack”#and the other person responds “no” “im gonna lowball this guy on this truck”#thats oliver and annabelle to me#psych major (VERY INTO IT) and finance major (VERY NOT INTO IT)
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i need him (i’ve thought about nothing except for him everyday , he plagues my mind morning moon and night , i cannot sleep , it’s 4AM , i see myself in him , i get emotional when i see him upset , i want to hug him , i cant draw him that good , i get physically ill when he’s in pain , i can’t live without him , i’m questioning if i’ve got bpd , i had to walk away from my computer at the end of chapter 3)
#tenna#deltarune#deltarune chapter 3#something something autism something something bpd#i cannot be bothered to clean this drawing up anymore#i cried drawing this#i want him#is he embarrassed or having a panic attack or both#wrings my hands evilly#i could talk about him forever i think#something something attachment issues#what if he held my hand and told me i was doing a good job. what if i cried. what then.#eddsworld ahh mouth#me x tenna angst comfort fluff w/ a cherry on top pls
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Not sure if anyone's pointed this out before, but I think across the endings where you free the princess in the three new routes (princess and dragon -> cage -> happily ever after) you can see a bit of an arc for the narrator.
In PATD he is Mad as hell and tells you he hopes your happiness is ruined even as he fades away, in Cage he's more resigned (he doesn't like it but he'll still give you a good ending) and in HEA he outright admits he was wrong and wishes you well.
I don't have a good conclusion lol. Good for him.
#Slay the princess#Stp#Stp narrator#Stp cage#stp happily ever after#Stp princess and the dragon#Stp paid#Stp hea#Side note it is a shame princess and the dragon shares initials with panic at the disco because it is VERY distracting#As someone who was in middle school in the 2010s#Brendan urie of panic at the disco haunts my psyche every time I see that abbreviation#Also I wanted to use that observation for my hypothetical run which begins w patd#I did one recently and it was basically patd prisoner and all the no knife princesses#Bc it felt so wrong attacking her after patd#Ended with wild like someone suggested#But I'm trying to think up an alt version where HEA is the finale#And cage is somehow the midpoint#Dunno what to fill the rest of it with though
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Okay ACTUAL post about Ghost being obsessed with Soap
Ghost was already apprehensive about showing his face to Los vaqueros and the rest of the 141.
But Price was going on and on about “team trust” and “all in the same boat” or whatever bullshit he was spouting, so he just decided to get it over and done with. It’s not like anyone would take a picture and go “oh my god, see how ugly he actually is?”
So he does it. He takes off the mask in front of everyone for a couple seconds, just as much as the burning of his skin allows him to. The whole time, he was staring at Soap. Soap, who scared him shitless all alone with shadows sporting a fucking GSW and still joking. Soap, who’s explosive and loud and happy. Soap, whose face is just blank when Ghost takes off his mask.
what the fuck?
Not to toot his own horn, but he was kinda expecting a reaction here. He knows his worth, he knows his reputation, how much his head would cost bleeding out in a sack. Sue him if he was expecting more of a reaction. His Glasgow smile isn’t anything to smile over, and he isn’t exactly considered handsome either, by any standards. He’s sweaty, the black face paint no doubt smudged now, his crooked nose broken one too many times, hairline wildly disrupted by the scar running into the crown of his skull. He’s a whole fuckin mess, if Gaz’s reaction is anything to mull over. The hot glare of the white lightbulb is pressing into his skin, and the crawling feeling like a thousand ants all move under his skin, into his eye sockets and it’s all wrong. It’s all not right, and he needs to get away immediately.
“Welcome back, Simon.”
Jesus, he wants to die. The worst part about all this is that Soap still isn’t making a face. Ghost can read him like a book and this is the time that he can’t decipher a single emotion from that face? Sweat runs down his neck and is extremely aware of the rest of the people in the room with him at that moment. He decides it’s enough and with a glance at Price, he pulls the skull back over his face. He needs to get away. Right now. His face feels way too hot, too uncomfortable and awkward and suddenly he’s 15 years old again, limbs too lanky and a height that he’s not accustomed to. He can feel the teenage insecurity bubble beneath the surface, angry and hurt.
Ghost pretty much blanks out after the meeting, slipping out and away from everyone else. His boots thump against the ground, and he can’t tell if it’s too loud or all in his head. He’s overstimulated, he can tell. He just needs to stay away, be alone, breathe. Compartmentalise it and deal with the rest later. Right now, he just needs to calm down.
Why didn’t he react? Why didn’t he react? Why didn’t he react? Do I not mean as much to him as he does to me?
He’s losing it. This is so irritatingly immature, and stupid, and dumb. It’s completely fine that Soap didn’t react. It’s fine. Ghost slips into a random room, which just so happens to be a pretty cozy broom closet and rests his head against one of the shelves. The disinfectant smell is overpowering and honestly making his head swim but being in here is better than out here. He feels like his limbs are locked up, eyes locked up in one spot but his brain isn’t seeing anything. He needs to keep it together. His fingers scratch under the rim of the mask where it hugs his skin tight, too tight. The gloves make it even harder to scratch, fuck. He can’t spare any time for a dumb anxiety attack over revealing his face in front of 30 strangers. If he can’t predict Soap’s reaction, does he even know him at all? Fuck-
The door clicks open slowly. Ghost swerves his head to snap at the poor soldier about to have the fright of their life. Instead, he sees pale blue eyes filled with mirth and worry and all the fight leaves him.
“Help me out?” Johnny’s stupid little smile makes Ghost want to throw himself against the wall. he’s holding a small tin with eye grease inside, the smooth untouched surface evident of how much soap uses it.
Help me.
“Yeah, of course.”
Soap steps into the already small space and closes the door behind him with an audible click. Ghost can’t tell if the air really is that awkward or it’s all in his head, if Soap’s casual smile is anything to follow up upon. Soap holds up the tin as Ghost tugs his gloves off, shoving them inside his pants and grimacing slightly as the gloves feel like his pants are bulging, pressing against his skin.
Ghost doesn’t say anything as he places the tin on a nearby shelf and grips Soap’s chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting it up. He dips two fingers into the tin, facing back towards him as he concentrates. His fingers are buzzing with the promise of contact, head fussing and screaming with the affection and sensation of the oily paste on his bare fingers, no doubt getting under his nails.
His hearts beats in tandem with the low panic and anxiety through his veins, threatening lowly to not mess this up. His finger shakes as he makes the first swipe right below Soap’s eye, half lidded and fixed onto Ghost. He wanted to cry all of a sudden- because why would Soap come to Ghost with this? Why would he be the first one he thought of; the first one to trust enough to bare his face, close his eyes and with blind faith let him touch his skin? He blinks, and blinks again, nose feeling funny. Why would Soap trust him?
Ghost’s finger traces across the bridge of his nose, over his eyelids where he can feel his pupils move. Over his warm skin with the bumps and ridges, over the temples and cheekbones. His heart aches with confusion. Why, why, why? How was he even given the privilege to do this? To touch something as precious as Johnny? He doesnt understand. He might never understand. He might not ever get over this.
Over the other temple, again smoothening on the slope of his nose bridge, over the eyes. His palms are sweaty. Ghost wipes the residue of the paste on his pants, hands coming up to cup Soap’s cheeks to make sure he didn’t miss a spot. (There was no way he could’ve, it’s a relatively simple process.) Squishing his cheeks softly, Johnny opens his eyes. His eyelashes are clumped together by the paint, lips smushed slightly as his eyes turn a bit hazy before focusing on Ghost again. His eyes are even bluer in contrast to the black surrounding his eyes. Softness and patience, heartache and love.
Ghost sucks in a long breath and exhales through his nose. It’s funny, his heart is still beating so fast, but his breathing is calm and collected. Johnny’s pupils flicker and widen for a second, then all of a sudden his hand is now under his eyes, wiping away a stray tear. Ghost flinches back, surprised. His elbow hits the shelf and he hisses, all the progress gone in a second.
“Hey- hey.”
He can’t look.
“Ghost.”
He doesn’t want to.
A shift, and then it’s safe again. It smells like sweat, face paint and pinewood. A hand on the back of his neck, guided to the crook of a neck. It isn’t comfortable at all, bulky gear in the way, Ghost’s arms folded in front of him, his shoulders tense and his mask no doubt digging into Soap’s shoulder. But it- it’s perfect. It’s warm, and every possible part of his body screams that he belongs there. So Ghost unfurls his arms, hangs them limply by his side and steps closer. Johnny’s arms wrap around his neck, trapping him in a sort of awkward, one-sided hug that’s definitely going to make Ghost’s neck have a crick in it. But it’s perfect. It’s safe. He’s safe.
Ghost closes his eyes and lets instinct take over him, hands coming up to grab onto the back of Johnny’s tac vest; the closest he’ll ever get to a hug. Johnny’s warm, the pressure on his eyes comforting and the skin on skin contact full-on relieving. He’s warm, warm, warm. And Ghost is cold. He’s always been cold. Safe. He’s safe.
Johnny’s head shifts, and Ghost’s hands grasp tighter onto his vest like a lifeline. Don’t go. His mind cries. Don’t leave me alone.
“It’s okay.” Johnny coos softly. Ghost can feel his lips on the side of his temple.
“It’s just you and me, yeah?” He murmurs, and the words feel like they’re vibrating, echoing through the side of his head, engraving it into his skull. It’s just you and me.
All of a sudden Ghost really curses the fuckin’ sack he wears that’s preventing from his skin being in touch with Johnny’s.
Ghost hums, turning his head so that the skull mask isn’t digging into Johnny’s shoulder anymore. The polyester where it covers his lips is touching the side of his neck and he can feel it when Johnny’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.
It’s a real shame he can’t see Johnny’s expression as he whispers against his neck, “Just you and me.” Although, he can feel the skin beneath his lips heat up rapidly.
Johnny swallows. “Mhm.”
They stay like that for a few moments, Ghost preening from the intimacy of the moment, and Johnny just holding him close. After Ghost deems it to be enough, he clears his throat and stands up tall again, at the same time swiping the ghost team mask stuffed into Soap’s pocket. He pulls it over his head, not before taking a peek to see the blush that had completely taken over Johnny’s face. (He’s selfish in ways like that.) Ghost adjusts the mask to fit snugly over his face, big blue eyes staring right back at him. Ghost’s heartbeat quickens.
“All good, Sargent.” Ghost isn’t completely sure if he’s referring to himself or the other, seeing as if either one of them might be having a heart attack right now, Johnny hasn’t blinked in quite a while. He lifts soap’s chin one last time (selfish, what’d he tell you), and places and well-loved peck right in between his eyes.
“Lookin’ good, Soap.”
Ghost lets the door click behind him, too much of a coward to see Johnny’s reaction to that. He isn’t quite sure what’s gotten into him, but if a rumour spread that the Lieutenant of the 141 walked out of that storage room with a skip in his step, he’d tell everyone that they’re dumbasses for believing in that. He’d be guilty, of course, but no one else has to know that. It’ll just be for Ghost and Johnny to know. Love does funny things to us, after all.
#nothing like a dose of physical contact and intimacy to get over your panic attack amirite folks#this one is so sappy romantic im sorry i watched deadpool and wolverine today and fell in love w Hugh Jackman#so that’s probably why.. its so…#im clearing out my drafts so this was also half made like 2 months ago and im just finishing it now#lols#robs ramblings#call of duty#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#ghostsoap#ghoap
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both clark and lois believe that they're invincible but for lois it's an attitude she had to adopt to succeed when everyone tries to make her stop for clark it's a burden he has to live with knowing everyone else can so easily break. when lois is pregnant with jon she continues into run headlong into danger up until she literally can't run anymore meanwhile clark is freaking out about her lifting things and lying on her stomach at 3 months
#lois who's pretty well educated and knows her limits vs clark w/ his country sensibilities and who already thinks the world is made of glas#he 100% is freaking out all the time and having panic attacks because he heard coffees not good for babies#there attitudes on the whole hybrid thing are also very much lois going “i'll follow the rules and moniter closely :)”#but not losing sleep over the alien growing inside her meanwhile clark is having nightterrors about every imaginable senerio ever#leo says shit#clark kent#lois lane#clois#tw pregnancy
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Can't Help Myself - Torture Whump Prompt #9
Indifferent Whumper / Scared Whumpee
Whumpee sucks in a breath through her teeth as Whumper presses a thin blade to her thigh.
She tries to live in that split moment between her nerves being split and the signal reaching her brain- but Whumper doesn't just slice her, she presses and pulls through Whumpee's skin and flesh and she has to watch, with all her muscles trembling, as the cut splits open and opens her blood vessels to begin to pour. The drag rips the noise from her, like a pant or a whine, high pitched and making her sound so weak it makes her sick.
It's not violent, it's cruel and sadistic and makes her want to cry: Why are you doing this to me?
Whumper is enjoying herself probably. Whumpee despises how weak she's made her. And she despises how weak she's made herself in service to Whumper's fucked up desires. Because the whine that borders on a sob is only coming out because she can't control it; she's being quiet for her torturer. She's being good. That's the deal.
Whumper is saying something but Whumpee can't quite make it out- her hearing is fine but it's like the blinking imperceptibility that takes over her vision when she's on the verge of fainting. The sound is there but she can't interpret it. Her brain is filled with the static of what she imagines exposed nerve endings must feel like.
She can't tell if she's breathing or not, her thoughts are just pinging around now, nothing's working. It hurts, but less. Whumper's not hovering over her anymore, she's moving. Where is she going?
Whumpee realizes with delay that Whumper's knife is no longer embedded in her thigh.
She shuts her mouth, but she already stopped screaming and whimpering, she slows down her hyperventilating and blinks. Whumper is leaning back and staring at her, waiting for her. While Whumpee has been shaking and sweating, Whumper doesn't look happy, or annoyed, or any type of way at all really.
"Are you done? Crybaby."
#whump#whumpblr#whump prompt#mine#torture whump#whump writing#writing#whump scenario#obedient whumpee#sadistic whumper#indifferent whumper#panic attack#tw blood#blood and gore#tw knife#psychological whump#fainting whump#yuri#female whumper#female whumpee#wlw#w/w#intimate whump
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since I was a child I have always liked the Hulk due to his sadness
#the mcu will never do him right#i actually did get into the hulk around the time as a kid i started struggling w depression and panic attacks#so i related to him struggling to be understood and with his lack of control over his emotions#and the sort of 'double self' where the hulk is all uncontrolled emotion
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Wrote a bunch for the start of the isa loops au yesterday, here's a segment from it. Accidentally turned into over 1k words of saapfrin suffering and it's gonna continue like this for a bit I think. This was just supposed to be a tiny section that set up the fic and hinted at what went different but it just keeps growing woops-
#me getting on a writing stream w some friends and realising i hadn't even STARTED the fic i selected to write:#'uhhhhhh. LOOP PANIC ATTACK GO-'#isat#isat spoilers#hmm. i have a tentative name for this fic so i should probably make a tentative au tag for categorisation purposes#not your burden au#<- that'll do for now
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oneof my favorite types of mario fanart is the like. group pics centered on how "shippable" luigi is where peasley and/or daisy is the only person in the image that he isn't scared shitless of and hasn't tried to kill him multiple times
#skye's ramblings#you people want to give that man a panic attack ithink. you want to send him into cardiac arrest#peasley is obsessed w himself but hes also a fucking loser so they had to give him something hes guaranteed to win at. for his egos sake#daisys fine too i just think her n luigi are both gay. but sometimes people are so yaoi-brained tht shes not even included at all#though ithink the funniest character to see in these is easily dimentio. luigi would rather kill them both
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tis the season !
#the charcuterie board was devoured and ppl rly loved the cookies and the dates r usually popular#and the baked brie too!!!#and then ppl brought their own assortment of treats and drinks as well#i rly enjoyed my blackberry orange drink personally#my gf’s friend does really beautiful pottery and all the food she brought was in her gorgeous homemade pieces#was so fun i love feeding ppl and making things look pretty and festive#my gf did the insane lettering on the drink menu#and decorated so cutely#and then we all went to the halloween event at the amusement park afterwards and it was fun and cold and misty#and i mostly sat outside of haunted houses while they walked thru them haha#i struggle rly rly bad to recover from being startled and sometimes it just. turns into a panic attack even if im not like Scared?? idk#it’s stupid my body just can’t distinguish real danger from fun danger very well#but they had these “’no boo”’ necklaces i could wear so actors would then just interact w me nicely and creepily instead of jumping at me#which was still fun :-)#bummer tho i hate being mentally illlllllll#and rly embarassing bc the necklaces lit up rly bright so it was like i was wearing an im-a-weenie beacon#lolll#also shoutout to my mutual who recognized me while i was waiting for my friends and stopped to say hi LMAO that was crazy#won’t name names so i don’t dox u#but i’ve never been recognized from tumblr before was a very i like your shoelaces moment😭😭😭#top 10 most embarassing things to happen to me ever but thanks for saying hi !!!#personal
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I want to make one thing abundantly clear. Sydney staying at The Bear especially if Carmy decides to do his part in getting his shit together is not her "accepting less than she deserves" it's her deciding that to her the work required is worth it and sometimes the best things do not come easy. Life is not that cut and dry and it's not always about leaving to pursue the easier thing. If she stays it's because she believes it will be the best choice based on whatever priorities she has, you may not see it as the right choice but it doesn't mean she is automatically accepting less than she deserves
#the bear#i woke up with a fighting spirit this morning#the bear spoilers#i am delusional but i am free#some of yall are weird w the way you act like her leaving is the only option#that panic attack was because the choice isnt easy or clear#okay I'm logging off for a while now have a good day everyone
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i hate describing people as narcissistic but i genuinely think i have met one of the most megalomaniacal narcissists ever in my life. like i finally understand the meaning of that phrase
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I have not been able to sleep well in monthsss someone hit me with a frying pan please
#it’s nearly 3am I hate my brain#I’ve been waking up w panic attacks lately so now every time I lay down to go to sleep my brain just preemptively freaks the fuck out#it thinks being tired means I’m dying#I’ve really been struggling to fall asleep before 5 in the morning and I am not having a pleasant time#raven rambles#delete later
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Trying to talk to people again but you’re still too scared to do it properly
Baby steps
#pix habla#Eugh honestly I had another panic attack while people came to repair the house they were kinda rude#I thought I was doing so well 💀#but there was so much noise everywhere and they were not happy to be here I had to keep apologizing#and nowwww it’s scary to chat online again sigh =w=#im glad im seeing a therapist tomorrow#this feels like nonsense#vent
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Won't lie, this whole chapter is just generally really cathartic. From Shima showing his feelings towards Mitsumi enough to be picked up on (and actually understanding himself what Kanechika is getting at) to opening up about his acting career. He's never been so open about his past as he is now. Historically, he just lets it go unspoken so that only those who were there at the time have any idea. And even then, the others may know the *events* but that doesn't mean they know what Shima thought or felt at the time.
It sounds like Shima was in a bad place already when the whole drinking incident took place, captured in an anxiety cycle he had no way of breaking out of. And the drinking incident has always been spoken of as this black mark upon all involved (understandably so, especially for Ririka), but knowing that Shima was at rock bottom at the time, knowing that he now wants to speak to the person "at fault", I do wonder.
For all that the incident was a black mark, it sounds like Shima was at his breaking point by this stage. And the incident let him "get out". It didn't resolve the underlying issues and saddled both him and Ririka with some brand-new ones, but! If not this way, what was his escape? It would have been a full-on breakdown in some way or another, most likely.
So it'll be really interesting to see how Shima views it in hindsight now that he's finally in a place to process his feelings about back then
#very much appreciative that this chapter captured the physical aspects of shima's anxiety wrt acting w/o jumping straight to panic attacks#bc it often feels like a lot of writing either sticks to 'nerves' (purely mental) or full on panic attacks with nothing in-between#and I know it was only a page but the trepidation shima felt each and every time and how it was described was so well done#my brain has given up the ghost so this is full on rambles but the important thing is skippy loafer did it again#skip to loafer#stl manga spoilers#also. I'm curious as to if the whole party deal was meant to try and help shima 'relax' bc he was so obviously stressed#in that case his guilt for dragging ririka in would make even more sense. bc he was only there in the first place bc of his lack of roles#and considering his attitude towards his mum even now it's easy to consider that he blamed that more on himself for not telling her#and for not getting the roles. (don't get me wrong he clearly blames his mum somewhat but it's an ongoing process)
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