I had a sudden panic attack on the plane today :/ Could barely move my arms and legs and my head was just alarming af and just.. gone? That was soo scary, scarier than the other anxiety attack that felt like I was getting suffocated. I always felt bad for people with Anxiety, and tried to be there for them. But I never thought I would actually go through it myself :/
aw man I’m sorry to hear that dude I hope you’re doing ok now :(
I’m actually really glad that Tolkien has no version of
Hell. Everybody who dies gets a chance to be understood, healed, forgiven, and eventually
resurrected (excluding Feanor and his sons, but at the same time I don’t think their
life in the halls is awful).
Like there’s a chance for redemption for everyone, no matter how awful you are (
And I would just like to say that as far as elves go who’ve died, there’s
really no awful, evil elf. Most of them are incredibly complex characters, who’s
reasons for being how they are can be traced back to something that happened to
them, or that any ill perception of them is usually a fan thing (like Maeglin being a creep, or Maedhros being abusive, and even Eol being a rapist ), and not actually canon
(at least not in the current, published Silm)).
I mean and considering those elves who do go the Halls, I think Namo’s healing would be beneficial to them
and actually meant for them. So as much as it hurts us all to see the Feanorians
suffer, to see Maeglin suffer, and a lot more of our faves, I rest assured
knowing that they get a good wrap in the Halls of Mandos.
Tidying up my Google Docs a bit and found this doodle I’d written…uh…ages ago? I can’t even remember when. I know that it was based on two things: My ongoing headcanon that Alistair and Cullen are childhood frenemies/rivals since their days in the abbey, and the very, very basic idea of a meetup-turned-rescue adventure with Aeron and @fanfoolishness‘s Namira Lavellan.
I gave it a once-over to check for any grammar errors, but other than that it’s fairly rough compared to what I usually share, but…well, hopefully it’s enjoyable all the same!
Alistair comes around first, the inevitable
consequence of last night’s carousing finally overpowering blissful
unconsciousness. It never ceases to amaze him, how the pounding in his head
keeps perfect time with his heartbeat. Now if only it would just cease—
That is to say, this damned awful pounding in
his temples, not his heart.
“Never again…” He groans, head lolling first
one way, then the other. “Never again—agh—!”
Fresh pain ripples from the back of his head,
thanks largely to the hard stone he has smacked it against. Alistair sucks in
air through his teeth, curses under his breath. He reaches to try and massage
away this self-inflicted injury…only to find that he can’t.
Janey, think about this, we already know the scientists arent gonna be happy, and well the scientists are powerful people tech wise, wouldn’t be surprised if they’d concoct some kind of revenge over this
Yeah that’s my main fear.
They STILL aren’t happy I took the chemicals away. Even if they have their stashes, it’s bound to run out. And taking away all the DATA would just prove I don’t have any trust in them.
But, then, it would also take away any room for error. Bleh, awful decisions these are!
he’s a child so i feel bad insulting him? i will say that he should not be in his brother’s custody like who would let their sibling’s hair look that awful? he needs other friends because his brother let him get his ass beat and sent to the hospital
A Life Without Curly Fries - my made up fic title haha
Hmm. I think this would probably be a domestic fic with Stiles waking up from a nightmare of a world without curly fries (it’s like an alternate universe without shrimp, Derek, and it was awful!). There would be banter and amused Derek and sulky Stiles and then distractions in the form of kissing and possibly more…
Please, never smoke. Never even start smoking, if you are lucky enough to possess a pair of untouched, perfectly pink lungs.
It plagues you. When you’re a smoker, being outside isn’t enjoying nature; it’s an opportunity to smoke. Driving isn’t an escape; it’s getting in your car and always traveling to the same destination: reaching for your pack. It’s a social crutch and a motivational handicap.
And once you quit, it doesn’t go away. I’ve been almost completely smoke free for five years now, one year longer than I was a smoker, and I still crave a cigarette. Every day, I still crave a cigarette.
You only look cool smoking in your early 20s. After that, everyone judges you for not quitting once you graduated college. I’m serious, don’t romanticize this harmful habit; it’s unhealthy, and dangerous, and easy to avoid.
“What I didn’t realize, back when I was this twenty-five-year-old pinup for geeks in that me myself and iconic metal bikini, was that I had signed an invisible contract to stay looking the exact same way for the next thirty to forty years. Well, clearly I’ve broken that contract. Partly because, in an effort to keep up my disguise as a human being, I had a child at some point. And then, in an effort to stay sane for said child, I took pounds and pounds of medications that have the dual effect of causing water retention (think ocean, not lake) while also creating a craving for salad—chocolate salad. So yes, in answer to your unexpressed question, sanity does turn out to come at a heavy price.”
hey a quick psa,, if u know someone who has memory issues, please dont belittle them or get frustrated with them for being forgetful or w/e because like.. trust me, we are fully aware of how bad our memory can be, and its just as frustrating for us too? so please just be nice thanks
i’d like to know where any of the “gabriel reyes is the boss from hell” stuff spawns from because have you listened to his actual voicelines? yeah he sounds kinda rough but like 1/3 of his lines are dead guy puns and one is him purring “haven’t i… killed you somewhere before?” like its the worlds best pickup line. gabriel seems like the kinda boss that lets you stop by a pizza place on the way back as long as you get extra breadsticks. he seems like the kinda boss that’ll let you skirt around the deadline bc he knows you’re exhausted and nobody ever turns anything in on time around this place anyways. made the blackwatch uniforms armor and whatever the hell else you wanna wear, he doesn’t give a damn.
JACK is the one with the “you didn’t make the cut” and the “thats SIR to you” lines like ???? how yall always getting this backwards