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Don’t Panic

He can’t breathe.

His hands are furiously shaking and even though he gasping for breath, it never seems to quell the need for oxygen in his lungs. Every inhale leaves him desperate for more, every exhale squeezing his lungs until he feels like they’re going to concave on themselves. It’s a vicious cycle of having too much air and none at all, all at once. He’s choking himself on hiccups, and every time he starts to feel the relief of a successful rinse over his insides, it starts again. A hiccup, or a gasp, or a choke on nothing but the very air he’s so desperately trying to get.

His hands don’t work anymore. He can’t control the shaking, nor can he control the way that he’s furiously clawing at his own arms, pinpricks of pain remaining the only sensation that lets him know that he’s still real, still conscious to this world, not a figment of his own twisted imagination.

He can see colours behind his eyes whenever he close them, but even when they’re open they’re beginning to spot and flicker against his vision, already clouded but tears, tears he can’t stop from coming. Tears that physically burn.

It’s too loud. He can feel the thudding in his ears of his own heart, and the chatter of those around him, loud, so loud, but never clear enough to actually make out words. The sounds all mingle together, much like the tears and spots manipulating his vision, all merging into a mess. That’s the only way it can be described. He’s a mess.

A mess.

But there’s a soft voice, calm and low and forcing him to concentrate. There aren’t arms around him, he hates that, but there are strong hands guiding his away from his arms and placing them on his thighs, the stranger’s hands placed on top, quelling the shaking, finally. His fingers twitch beneath the warmth, but they steady. He can feel that. He can feel.

The world is quieting, but there’s still the thudding in his own ears. It calms as he speaks, his heart rate slowing from furious to a fluttering anxious. It helps him breathe, helps him finally take those large gulps of breath he’s been starved of.

He catches his breath, and his vision slowly begins to clear, his body still wracked with shudders of aftershock. The first thing he notices is his eyes. Brown, warm, and soft. He doesn’t look worried, because he knows it’ll make the younger panic again, but he looks calm. He looks happy, almost. It makes his lips twitch.

The hands enveloping his own try to shift, but he twists his fingers until they’re locked together. He isn’t ready yet, his heart still thudding and his breath still catching every now and then. Their hands still.

When he finally brings himself to focus, it’s not on an image in front of him, but on the soft caress of lips against his own. Otabek’s lips.

It’s over.

It’s calm.

It’s quiet.

Yuri can breathe.

Affirmations for fanfic authors

It’s okay to take a break.
- We all need time to recharge, and your fans will still be there when you get back!

It’s okay to go from fandom to fandom.
- Nobody is going to criticize you for following your muse, and if they do, then you know who not to associate with in the future!

It’s okay to have a niche.
- If smut is where it’s at, then write smut. If you’re all about the fluff, then schmoop away. If angst is what does it for you, then invest in tissues. Nobody has the right to tell you that you should be doing something else if that isn’t what interests you!

It’s okay to be critical of your own work.
- Just don’t allow yourself to become so self-deprecating that you freeze!

It’s okay to ask for help.
- If you’re unsure of a trope, concept, fact or universe, reach out to your circle of friends. Chances are, they’ll be more than happy to help you because they want to see you succeed!

It’s okay to ignore criticism.
- Constructive criticism is only constructive if it helps you. If someone says something that doesn’t assist or improve you in any way, then please feel free to ignore whatever nugget they are imparting, because chances are good they don’t have the best of intentions for you!

It’s okay to stop writing all together.
- Your fans will miss you (and chances are good you have way more than you realize,) but sometimes, you just gotta do you!

It’s okay to write with whatever method works for you.
- Long writing marathons where you bang out 12,000 words in one day? Great! Linear, dry style that means you occassionally get stuck because you can’t figure out this scene, but it’s all worth it in the end? Rad! Piecemeal work that you thread together at the end? Fabulous! As long as it works for you, there is no wrong way to write!

It’s okay to have fun.
- I think this goes without saying, no? But it seems that sometimes, authors need permission. So consider this permission to wile the hell out, and enjoy the ride!

Anti starter pack checklist (feel free to add)

✅ “you’re disgusting if you like this”
✅ “sweetie :)”
✅ under 21
✅ doesn’t know how to use blacklist
✅ “this is wrong and obviously im smarter than u so i have to tell u why ur wrong, ugh”
✅ “i dont care that youre a survivor”
✅ “relive your traumatic experience by telling everyone online or you arent valid”
✅ “kill yourself”
✅ “get hit by a truck”
✅ everyone is a racist
✅ everyone is a pedophile
✅ fiction = reality
✅ :)
✅ ;)

“So, the Autobots aren’t quite the indestructible war machines we’d hoped.”
“Don’t misunderstand. They can take serious punishment.”

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More tattoos! Because we need ‘em. Of course you can use them individually because they’re real cute and I love how they turned out even though they’re super basic. Enjoy!

  • BGC
  • 2 Swatches
  • Custom Thumbnails
  • Standalone

Don’t re-upload, claim as your own, basically don’t be an asshole ;^)