#Alert not anxious

[sunlit-mess]

silly

[itsmistyeyedbi]

Quick question for people's twc detectives: in what ways have they changed for the better after meeting and joining ub? And have some aspects of them changed for the worse?👀

[twisted-drawritings]

A Thousand and One

Prologue - Part Two (1, 3)

“Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah. (Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah!)”

~~~~

“Consider it tough love.”

Dire Crowley had a bit of a problem.

Said problem came in the form of a… peculiar new student and their unruly familiar.

They hid a laugh behind their hand at their…cat’s (?) reaction to his spell, closing the book on potions they’d apparently been reading(???)

Like a proper educator, Dire shakes off the confusion to properly confront them.

“I’ve found you at last. Splendid. My, were you ever eager to make your debut!”

The short student with several colorful piercings and bright green hair smiled easily at him. They weren’t surprised to see him at all; it was as though they had meant to be in the library during their own orientation.

They held out a hand to shake.

“Ah, Mr. Headmage~ not a moment too late. Yuuval Harris, sir!”

Not being one to ignore manners, Dire shook their hand once firmly before getting back on topic.

“Yuuval Harris. Your poorly trained familiar is in clear violation of school policy-“

“He’s not my-!“

For a moment the world seemed to shift, and a wide eyed, anxious Yuuval was debating with with him. The scene was gone in a blink, and Yuuval stood before him, still wearing an easygoing smile.

“Mr. Headmage…? You alright?”

“Of- Of course!”

He made his voice as authoritative as possible, and any lingering feelings of deja vu were quickly forgotten.

“Now, about you and your familiar’s blatant disregard for the rules-”

“As if I’d serve some lowly human! Now lemme go-!”

Dire sighed, and the restraints easily moved upwards to cover the weasel-cat-thing’s mouth.

“Yes, yes. Rebellious familiars always say that. Do be quiet for a bit, won’t you?”

“Mm-Mmph!”

It yowled into its gag. Harris only shakes their head with a fond smile. Dire continues.

“Honestly… all the students I’ve dealt with, you’re the first with temerity enough to open their own gate and step out of it. Does the very notion of patience elude you?”

The short student only smiled sheepishly at him.

“What can I say? I’m ready to get the ball rolling! So sorry about Grim, by the way- he’s just excited to be here, that’s all!”

They pet their cat-weasel thing on the head with a fond smile and it growls at them, clearly displeased with the situation.

“Hmph. Well, as long as you control him better in the future. Come along, let us return to the Mirror Chamber.”

They nod amicably, an amused expression on their face- though he can’t possibly imagine why.

“Of course. Lead the way, sir!”

Collecting himself, Dire turned on a heel, leading Yuuval and their still-bound familiar back through the halls of the school.

Hopefully, the orientation will proceed with no further hiccups…

~~~

[snailsthatdocrafts]

love solarpunk. dont love how anxious scrolling the tags can make me. but like its my job to consciously consume. so i will probably reblog and/or post a fair bit of solarpunk posts BUT not yhe ones that discuss intense climate crisis statistics or other anxiety provoking (for me) things. not bc i dont think they're important, but bc this blog is a curated safe space full of hope and peace for me. ik solarpunk is inherently political and intertwined w socialist ideals and i support that. just gonna filter it a tad here so i can, like said, consume consciously and not make my anxiety worse

[sucktacular]

I miss the days where existing online was a fun thing for ppl with social anxiety to make friends on instead of like Life 2.0 ya know

[dark-elf-writes]

You ever just feel the emotional equivalent of

‼️

[fbwzoo]

So happy!!!!!

We have our first syringe feeding done, second dose of pain meds in, and all of our proper lights came in! Ed handled the feeding well enough, considering, and was still happy enough to lap some water up after.

I put him back in on his slate, towards the middle, and he moved himself into the basking spot on his own! I got his lights unpacked & set those up while he watched.

Literally, there is already a very obvious difference, he's much more alert than he has been since he came home!! He was looking around himself, watching me, and gave some tongue flicks too. Food, water, pain meds, proper heating, and nice bright lights..... all are already starting to make him feel better than he probably has in ages. 💜

[x22817]

I was attempting to pick out my next book when Bean started grumbling at me and shoved her head in my hand so aggressively she nearly ran into my bookshelf

[j-esbian]

thinking abt how much of my life i’ve lost to depression and i truly want to throw up

[hamartia-grander]

yikes okay I wasn't gonna say anything ab this cause it's honestly petty as fuck but after a dear friend experienced something similar that escalated I am now paranoid so. If someone follows me and I see that they have reblogged from a certain Resident Evil artist, I will block them immediately. It is nothing personal. This certain artist just violated my privacy and trust and I am now scared that because I blocked them they will send followers after me like they did on twitter (which was. SO funny because I am not even on twitter) but yeah uh. PSA I guess?

Edit just to clarify: I am NOT gonna demand that everyone stop following and/or block this person, if you ask me who it is. I will not control you nor who you put on your dash, and I have this person blocked and filtered anyway. The issue isn't that I wanna stop seeing their art, it's that I don't want people who possibly are friends with them to follow me just so they can send me hate like what happened initially, that's all. Obviously if I am following you it's because I trust you not to do that. I'm just saying preemptively, I am blocking new people who rb from them because I don't wanna risk it. Please continue following whatever artists you want I promise I won't care - I will tell you what happened but I'm not starting a callout or whatever and I will never demand people block someone just bc I had a bad interaction with them. etc etc.

[mysticalbirdkoala]

one year ago I was asking mutuals to share posts about what's going in Ukraine when I noticed that they didn't do that themselves and was ignored except like three people.

Today I'm once again rebloging post again and again and see fucking nothing.

And I'm gonna be honest it's. Upsetting. With some people I literally discuss my silly fandoms and all and it's all fun. And then I remember "oh. They don't give a shit about what's going on in your country. They just don't care about people dying " .

I'm trying to switch between tagging posts and not, thinking maybe that can somehow help. Same thing.

I'm just kind of disappointed and upset, but I'm going to try one more thing.

[banannabethchase]

easy prompt: hanger and mox at the top of a ferris wheel. mox conveniently forgot to mention he's afraid of heights.

On the Ferris Wheel

~

Adam glances over at Mox when he feels the shaking, eyes locked on the knee moving at approximately eight millions miles per hour.

"You good?"

"Yeah," Mox says, too quickly. "Yeah. I'm fine. So good."

"Methinks the lady doth protest too much." It's automatic - Adam doesn't mean to say it. It's just always been his go-to when people are faking something, and he's done a terrible job of training himself out of it.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing," Adam says, trying to offer a smile. "I - it's a quote, right? Don't freak out."

Mox offers him a crooked smile with a hint of sweetness and a whole lot of panic behind the eyes. "You really never do drop the English teacher thing, do you, Cowboy?"

"Journalism," Adam corrects. "Christ, you really are freaking out. You scared of heights or something." Mox's face twists. "Oh." Adam reaches out and rests his hand on Mox's thigh. "Hey, it's okay to be nervous."

"Stop being so goddamned nice," Mox grumbles, but he snuggles into Adam's side like he's trying to bury himself under Adam's arm.

"Mox, come on, calm down." Adam moves his arm around Mox's shoulder and sighs as Mox shoves his face into Adam's chest. "Breathe. We'll be moving soon." There's a weird sound, more of a vibration he can feel than words he could hear. "What was that again?"

Mox lifts his head the tiniest bit, looking up at Adam. "I said moving makes it worse."

Adam smiles down at Mox, beginning to think this sweet version of Mox will steal his heart. "Would it help if I distracted you?"

Mox's face shifts. "Depends on how."

Adam hauls him up and kisses Mox like his life depended on it. There's a chance this is the best he's ever felt at a theme park, the rush of the air around him, the sparkling spin in his chest as they whirl down, down, until they reach the bottom and Mox digs his fingers into Adam's jacket and it's somehow even better as they soar back upwards.

He has to break away to breathe, his heart racing for more reasons than he can count. He rests his forehead against Mox's, giggling.

"What's so funny, Cowboy?" Mox asks tightly. Adam feels the drop downward slow to a stop as they make their way to the exit gate.

"You're cute, Mox," Adam says. He pushes open the door to their little ferris wheel pod. "That's all."

Mox grumbles and grabs Adam's hand. "Cute my ass. Get me out of here."

"Will do, Mox." Adam leans in and bumps Mox with his shoulder, squeezing his hand. "Let's go get cotton candy."

[vampiric-succulent]

this is just a ramble / minor vent

I hate waking up anxious who allowed that to happen (me most likely, as with most things relating to my mental/physical health this is also probably my fault)

But like. I didn’t get enough sleep. I haven’t gotten enough sleep for days. Nearly a week. And now I woke up so anxious I can’t go back to sleep. Which just means all this is gonna happen AGAIN.

I need to be knocked out. Please. In like a loving and kind way preferably but any way that forces me to go to sleep works too.

[monstermp3]

.

[lancerious]

I am a total wuss at horror games

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

The airlift during the blockade of 1948 :: Kids in Berlin welcomed the arrival of a supply plane

* * * *

Danger, when it is always imminent, does harm. It doesn’t need to actually arrive. You exhaust yourself in the act of forever looking over your shoulder. Your body readies itself to fight and never quite discharges that chemical cocktail. You channel it instead into anger and self-pity and anxiety and hopelessness. You divert it into work. But really what you do, with every fibre of your being, is watch. You are incessantly, exhaustingly alert. You don’t dare ever let up, just in case the danger takes advantage of your inattention. I’ve forgotten what it feels like to have space in my brain for anything other than watching. For a long time I kept working teaching, pitching articles, writing editorial reports and for a while, that felt like a life raft. But then, incrementally, it became impossible. I was aware of a fog descending, a seizing of the gears, but it seemed diffuse until now. 

~Katherine May (Book: Enchantment: Awakening Wonder in an Anxious Age)

[Philo Thoughts]