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whump-captain · 2 years
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No. 7 - The way you shake and shiver
Shaking hands | Seizures | Silent panic attack
1k words | OC: Ghost Ambulance, Apocalypse, Run storyline following directly from here
ok of this one i am Certain it doesn't make that much sense. but we're killing our perfectionism here baybeeee
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CN: lady whump, emotional whump, angst, panic attack, hyperventilation, past death of family members, past grief, mentioned gunshot, apocalyptic setting
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The two lights are alternating in glowing slow motion. As one fades in, the world gains a magenta tint that paints spirals in the swirling smoke. The other one replaces it when it fades out and at that, everything goes blue. Then the red blurs in again. Then it blurs out.
There is sound, too, but Elaine can't hear it. The buzz of commotion is muted, as if coming to her from under a thick blanket, as if she's five years old again and hiding her head under a pillow to stop the world from bringing her any more news. Her hands are numb, as if she's bitten her nails until they bled. But she hasn't done it in so long, so she must be fifteen again and the ambulance's open back door must be a ravenous maw, ready to swallow another person she cares about, devour them, and only spit back the news that they have died and left her alone again.
She can't breathe.
She stands motionless among the ruins and the cracks on the asphalt blur together in her eyes. Her lungs have no space to expand. There's an grip around her ribcage and it hurts, a piercing pain as if she's the one who just got shot. Everything rushes around her, like she's the one being wheeled away on a stretcher. Everything is swaying and they're pushing that stretcher into the devouring dark and Cutter is going to die, she knows it, because nobody who disappears in an ambulance ever comes back to her alive; and the air is so hot she can't stand to take another breath, she's frozen still and she can't breathe. Her face is wet and so are her hands and oh, Gods, she killed someone; she attacked without thinking because there was a gunshot and she had to protect them and Joy could have died too but that's no excuse; and there are hands on her shoulders but it must be fake because everyone who loves her is dead; and the voice barely makes it through the pounding of her heart but it's so sharp and high and like a melody, and it repeats something, rhythmical like the swaying all around her:
"Breathe," it says. "Elaine, you're okay. Just breathe."
The shivering blur of her vision gathers, a single stain of colour forms a face in tear-glazed soft focus. Joy is there, right in front of her. She's alive, she's holding her shoulders, but there's soot and blood all over her clothes and she's crying too, and she could be hurt, and-
"Breathe," Joy repeats. "Sit down. You're okay."
Gentle pressure is enough to buckle Elaine's knees and Joy sits down with her. "Come on," she says. "I'll count for you. Breathe in now."
She raises her hand and counts slowly: one, two, three, four, five. Elaine can't focus on anything but the blood staining the fingers that she raises with each number. Pain constricts her chest again and she opens her mouth to speak but her voice dissipates like smoke.
"Breathe in," Joy says. "One, two…"
Elaine forces herself to look her in the eyes. How are they so calm even through the tears, how is she counting so steadily, how can someone go for so long without breathing and how does she even begin to get her lungs to obey her again? Where does she start? There's number one again, maybe this is the place. But the moment's passed, now it's three, four, five. But then it's one again and she gasps, like a drowned woman discovering air all anew.
Once she starts inhaling, she can't stop. Her chest hurts so she keeps gasping and the world wobbles again - but Joy's voice is still there. Counting. Repeating.
"You're okay. Just breathe. You're okay."
Over and over. Until Elaine believes her. Until she remembers that she has to breathe out, too, and waits for another number one to let out air on a long, shuddering hiss.
"That's good." Joy's voice is gentle, even. "Now in."
She leads Elaine through it breath by breath: five seconds in, five seconds out. Then, slowly, the world begins to gain detail again and as Elaine's heartbeat slows, she realizes her hands are shaking. She feels it rather than sees and she's not brave enough to look down and find them covered in blood. Instead, she takes in Joy's face, allowing her presence to become fact. She's here and she's okay. She's got one of Elaine's hands in hers and their fingers stick together but the warmth of her skin is enough to keep Elaine anchored to the cracked asphalt and the biting smoke. The flowing tears do nothing to ease the burning in her eyes.
She wants to explain, but she can't force her words out. Her body feels impossibly heavy now and she sways with a sudden rush of departing adrenaline. Joy catches her by the shoulders again.
Elaine marvels at the embers of determination in her dark eyes. How can she be so calm even with tears still running down her face? She wipes at them almost with annoyance, leaving a smudge of dirt and makeup across her cheek. She sighs.
"Let's go to the hospital, yeah?" she says, voice rough with smoke and exhaustion.
Elaine wants to protest. She wants to tell her, wants the memories to spill out and turn her back into a five-year-old who was too young to understand that people died in hospitals. She wants to be fifteen and feel the loss afresh, she wants to be numb with it so it can't hurt her again. She wants her parents back. She wants to talk to her sister. She wants to never speak to anyone again. She wants to roll everything back and not care whether Cutter lives or dies. She wants him to be okay. She wants Joy to stay with her. She wants to be alone. She wants to sleep.
She shakes her head. It could mean anything and she lets it.
But she follows when Joy stands up and together they watch the ambulance slowly drive away into the chaos and fog.
"Let's go," Joy says quietly. "It's gonna be okay."
And because it's her, Elaine finds it within herself to believe her.
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megumi-fm · 12 days
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#okay random story time i don't know why im narrating this or how i even stumbled upon this memory rn#but i generally do sad vents in the tags and for a change this is a funny one#so back in highschool (i say highschool but i mean junior college) i used to visit this park near my house a lot#i was an sg kid back then and the thing about parks there is that they're kinda beach-parks and they have the best cycling/running tracks#they're also really massive parks so i used to go often. sometimes bicycling. other times walking. yeah. the park was like my sanctuary#anyway. there are quite a few bike rental areas in the park and there was a cute lil shop next to this one particular rental place#and they sold like biscuits and water and icecreams and stuff and i went there a lot#and on one particular day i went there and there was this guy around my age part timing at that shop#now again this might be culture specific bc i dont see it in india but part timing in uni/pre-uni is pretty common is sg#a lot of shops and restaurants employ teenagers to twenty something ppl for part time jobs... anyway im just adding context#point is that i had walked to the park with my mum that day and she told me to go buy a couple icecreams so i went to the shop#and i saw this guy around my age and like. not to be a simp but this dude was so pretty?#like he saw someone had come to the counter so he looked up and shot a smile and i thought i got slapped by sunlight#i could spend the next several lines going on about his pretty tan skin and his glowing raven eyes but this is pathetic enough so ill stop#anyway he saw me and smiled really wide (customer service smile- i thought to myself) and i smiled back and asked for icecreams or whatever#and then this guy started getting chatty right. so he was all 'you come here (to the park) often right? ive seen you with your bike a lot'#see now. the problem with me is that i always think im bothering people. this poor dude was attempting to make conversation#and i was replying with one word answers#and i wasn't even realizing that he didnt want that. bc he kept asking more questions and i. kept. shutting them down.#then when he gave me the icecream he was all 'are you here alone? icecream alone is no fun... i could keep you company if you want..?'#which. he was being really cute about right. but because im so fucking dense i was all 'oh no i came with my mom actually'#and he went 'aw man' in this really cute but faux sad way which i didnt understand at the time and i left and then#after three full fucking days. i realized this man was tryna hit on me?#and then i went to the park like a week later and he was gone. poof. i even thought of asking the uncle in charge of that place#then i got too embarrassed and chickened out#yeah so turns out my neurodivergence neutralizes any sort of rizz that comes my way#i could've been chilling with a cute boyf rn but no😩 this is my destiny#megumi in the tags
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mamawasatesttube · 4 months
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still thinking about the way john byrne went so hard on clark being the ONLY survivor of krypton that he even got rid of krypto. sir that is literally just a pumby dog who hurt you
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milfygerard · 1 month
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living in the inbetween hell where I dont hate or love ttpd enough to agree with anyone on the dash so im just sort of flinching whenever I see a post about it from any side
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willczek-art · 5 months
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~* Late Happy Holidays and early Happy New Year! :D *~
Biggest success of the year? I got my Bachelor's degree and the animation I made as the final project was even used by NerdyPup Games in their IndieCade Festival nomination! :D
So much has happened! Eraser stamps, commissions, contests and collabs, I got into a new school and even started a secret side-project with friends! This year really had it all! :P
Thank you for sticking around! :D
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pepsitwist · 2 years
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the fact that the bucks’ gear had butterflies on them and hangman wore the butterfly pants during the fan fest makes me feel too many things. the fact that nick was so civil towards hangman and gave him a fist bump and all that. the fact that matt came out of the gate absolutely buck wild. the fact that brandon went “is matt a little angry?” and nick just goes “i think he is” and sure it could be because of the way things went with nick in the ring but you can NOT tell me it’s not because matt feels betrayed, too. 
as much as the bucks wanna move on, hangman is ALWAYS in the back of their minds. and nick understands, nick wants things to be okay between them, nick wanted that match to be just like any other, he didn’t want to make things personal. but matt wanted blood. and not necessarily from hangman. matt jackson is downright jealous that hangman chose the dark order over them and i am THRIVING over it. even though he insists hes okay and everything is fine and theyre friends and hes cool w the dark order, i refuse to believe that. these boys r still whipped for that cowboy in their own ways
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enderspawn · 2 years
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thinking.. jay can be so undiagnosed-until-adulthood autism coded <3
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semercury · 3 months
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More than anything I want to go back in time and change how certain things went.
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dragonji · 6 months
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its time for yet another brain game of am i like fully neurotic or was this genuinely not a cool situation . prize is jack shite and yet im playing anyways👍
#j.txt#vent#just like. to preface. im not bringing any of this up im just going to stew in it for the night and then move on as per usual#alright disclaimer made now i can get to the point. So. tonight is my close irl friends bday right but she didnt tell me about any plans#so i naturally assumed she was gonna do her own thing and not really celebrate. Ive had work all day and while working get a text frm her#asking if we want to go to this restaurant i introduced our group to for dinner. so i respond saying oh im off at this time if yall want to#go even tho its late i can. Never get a response so i assume theyll bring it up when i get back. get home and no ones here not a word abt#whats going on. i do my usual unwinding get ready to chill etc which takes abt half an hour. she comes back with our other mutual friends#and theyve already gone to the restaurant which is fine i get it. but they get back and say oh now we're going to this themed music night at#a club we've all been to before as soon as (other friend) changes. and then just. dont offer for me to come along or anything and leave.#which like. whatever its happened a hundred times before im used to it but Still. does it not even occur that I might want to participate??#if i had Any notice that this was happening I could have been getting ready instead of slacking around waiting for someone to get home#its so. i try extrememly hard not to be a downer or just invite myself to things bc I Know this is how they all operate but it does still#sting that it feels like im not even thought of if i dont happen to be in the room when plans are being made lol.#and obv I am Not bringing this up rn and ruining what im sure was a really fun night for all of them#its just truly a goddamn bitch of an unsatisfactory situation yknow. but such are the whims of fate and i shall endure as always✌️
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mapleborealis · 10 months
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choose violence ask game: 4, 5, 12
4. what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?
tbh i that doesn’t usually happen a lot, i slow to follow someone and largely follow leftists when i do. the times i have i think usually have been antisemitism that they refuse to back down from when asked about. like bro cmon you’re a leftist have a little self reflection and thoughtful listening and research like when you listen to every other minority group
5. worst discord server and why
the server where i was told when i was exploring an au where i made a canon cis male character into a trans butch woman and was told that cis male and trans butch lesbian genders are the same type of masculinity and thus i was perpetuating toxic masculinity 😎 it was a hot fucking mess and stupid as hell i left like two weeks later and found my people elsewhere
second place goes to the server that needed you to go to a secondary verification server to show your real government id and face on the internet to prove that you were 18+ that’s sketchy as hell on several levels, but mostly i feel sad for the people who are so paranoid about accusations of pedophilia they’re going to let their name, address and real photo on the internet to avoid the toxic & paranoid environment antis have created. just make a private server and limit who joins so you can all share brain rot in peace and happiness not every server needs to have thousands of members and BNF mods.
also i think it imploded for unrelated reasons a few days ago.
12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them
MIRAGE MIRAGE MIRAGE i mean mirage isn’t actually that obscure in the transformers fandom there’s just so many other characters that it’s easy to get lost. hes shitty old money but also lost all his family’s status and doesn’t know anything but also the autobots second best spy and !!!! i have so many thoughts about him and jazz, him and prowl, mirage and the cybertronian religion, how the old money of cybertron worked
second place mikhail from sirius the jeager, sad abused vampire son boy who lost his people and cut off from his culture but knew his younger brother was alive and just needed to stick around long enough to know that yuliy could continue their culture on <3 im not crying you’re crying
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samuraisharkie · 1 year
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me after talking to and organizing a date w a long distance potential date that I’ve been interested in and who is very nice:
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mechahero · 1 year
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@pzfr​ asked- Lambda is very clearly an amalgam of a lot of things you think are cool, an expression of some elements of identity and maybe even some feelings, and just all over the blog and story seem like it's a great creative outlet. It always makes me happy to see others have something like that where they can come up with stuff and explore like that.
go on anon (or not) and tell me your favorite detail about my muse! (accepting)
//oh yeah he totally is! i’m not even going to lie about that because it’s true dhdjehfibldkl
not to overuse this word but it’s fun! i do have fun with that. its good to have something (like an oc in this case) and to use it in a multitude of ways. from identity and feelings, like you said. like you can basically use it to vent in a way. or being a writing exercise! i enjoy writing up the concepts for this story and world and being like okay where can i take this now? what would be in it? how similar or close would it be to our world? stuff like that. it’s been neat to kind of see where it goes.
more people should totally do this tbh
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orcelito · 1 year
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2 hours zoned out catering prep while listening to trigun OST. 5 hours of stress stress stress stress becoming a bundle of nerves winding tighter and tighter and tighter until it begs for a release of Some kind, any kind, anything that would make the constant stream of customers and drinks and noise just STOP-
Then 1 hour, long hour, but calm hour, listening to trigun OST again and dealing with the aftermath. It did wonders for keeping me from biting my own arm off, but it still took. So long. Even with the help of my boss and the manager coming back from her catering thing, it still took about 20 mins over the hour (1 hr 20 mins when it usually takes 30 ish mins)
This was not a good day for me.
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edwardslostalchemy · 2 years
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To us here on tumblr, it is like really normal to watch stuff together through discord and other apps and we're like fine with it, that's how we bond. I've watched series and movies with friends and it was a fun time. But i introduce this idea to people outside of tumblr and they think I'm weird or I'm nuts like why would you watch things like that? And the answer is I don't have to go to your house for us to watch a movie at 2 am lmfao. Literally, it is so convenient.
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My favorite tags on the sexywoman polls so far
Bonus:
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nullwork · 2 years
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losing my mind my new roommate just told me he'd love for me to adopt a cat to play with his cat. in tears so fucking excited
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