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PSA: if someone is having a panic attack over something that seems minor, or acting in a way you feel is irrational given the situation, please for fuck's sake do not treat them like they're just being stupid and inconvenient.
i mean you shouldn't be doing that in general, but this feels like something that really needs to be re-iterated when it comes to seemingly illogical reactions.
i've had a panic attack over the pedestrian light not turning green due to some mechanical error. couldn't cross the road. just stood there in the cold working myself up to the point of hyperventilation and tears and pressing the button repeatedly hoping it would eventually work.
i'm normally a very rational person. i make sense of most of my life through numbers and statistics. i know logically that, given the lights for the cars are red, even if the pedestrian light isn't turning green for me, it's safe to cross.
logic does not help if you've already got that much adrenaline in your system. telling someone they're being stupid and irrational and that they just need to cross the damn road doesn't help if they're having a panic attack.
best case scenario, it doesn't do anything. in most cases, it's going to make it worse. i don't care if it doesn't make sense to you, i don't care if it's the silliest easiest thing in the world:
do not make someone who is already incredibly distressed feel guilty and ashamed over the way their body and brain are reacting to the situation, however small it seems to you.
do not tell them to "just cross the road". it doesn't work like that, even if you think it should.
#this has fuck all to do with fanfiction but i'm putting it here because my main has been mistakenly flagged as a suspected bot#so my posts are hidden in the tags. and i'm yet to hear back from staff.#aaaanyway#🦷 [canis.txt]#not fandom#mental health#anxiety#panic attack#panic disorder#mental heath awareness#panic attacks#psa
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Fashion zine
Jayce is thoroughly enjoying it.
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hey so like. why isn't it spork
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for pride month they should make me king of the universe i think
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i'm actually crashing out do they have fridges and freezers in arcane or not???
why is this the hardest part about writing a fic oh my god. where are they storing the hexbutter.
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they did it!!
conclusion to this and this
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you did good Jayce
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#exactly and thats why he's the perfect man#< prev tags with which i couldn't agree more#arcane#🐇 [entropy.txt]
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ao3 link — short preview below the cut!
Soft things do not survive long in the Undercity. They either die out in the street — throats slit, blood mixing with the dark sheen of oil as it drips down the drain — or they live long enough to see themselves turn sharp and bitter and biting.
It stands to reason, then, that one such young hopeful, discarded by Piltover — a wide-eyed academy boy with a too-trusting smile and more optimism than most anyone residing in the lanes — should have been gutted and left for dead in some back-alley within a matter of days.
The Undercity eats people like that. Chews them up and spits out their bones for the beggar children to play with.
How Viktor’s newest client managed to survive four months with both body and spirit relatively intact is something that has plagued him since the man first stumbled into the brothel. Jayce Talis is an anomaly, a statistical outlier — some lost dog in a den of wolves. It is perhaps for that reason, that rarity, that Viktor has kept him around.
That, and the fact that, after enough nights spent piecing him back together under the guise of a pre-booked session, Viktor has become a little attached, despite himself.
Hard not to, really. The way Jayce acts is as charming as it is idiotic.
It’s not that the man is entirely without walls — the first night he stayed, he barely spoke anything of his past — it’s more that, despite those walls, he’s still… kind. The sort of gentleness that runs bone-deep, no matter how he tries to disguise it. Smiles at strangers when they meet his gaze. Still says thank you after Viktor finishes patching him up. Hasn’t yet learnt to sleep with a knife under his pillow and a gun beneath the bed.
Against all better judgement, Viktor can’t help but want to keep him that way.
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the fact that jayvik has the highest t4t tag on ao3 and jayce has the highest service top tag makes me so happy. we did it, team.
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patron saint (sketch).
#🦷 [canis.txt]#arcane#my art#jayvik#arcane fanart#arcane art#jayvik fanart#jayvik nation#viktor#viktor arcane#mage viktor#arcane viktor#jayce talis#arcane jayce#jayce x viktor#jayvik art#cw blood
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bye bye bottom jayce week my beloved... have some forge accident! jayce x nosebleed!viktor as a farewell ;-;
day 7: blood
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reblog for sample size and more accurate results!
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This is a 1920s AU from a fanfic.
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