#30 second brain

[theresoneicouldcallking]

i'm still processing everything and my mind is both all over the place and hyperfixated on that final scene.

but.

oliver said there have been crumbs throughout the show for years

oliver said this is how he has always seen buck

oliver said the fans weren't crazy for clocking buck as queer, because he himself saw it too

oliver said he had to pull back from fan interaction on social media because he wanted to validate our feelings so much but couldn't because those as*holes over at fox were holding him back

oliver said he planned on playing buck differently this season, leaning more towards bi buck and this was WITHOUT knowing what tim had planned

tim said there were studio execs back when who held all the cards basically confirming that fox refused to give them the green light for this story arc

tim said he's always viewed buck's love interests as flat and never moved the story forward

#*insert 'this is a lot of information to get in 30 seconds' gif from friends* #i feel like we're getting hit with new information every minute or so and my brain needs some space #but lord do i love it #this show is doing an beautiful job telling this story and validating our feelings and it makes me so emo #911 abc #911 on abc #evan buckley #oliver stark #buck x eddie #buddie

[wildechildwrites]

Looney Tunes

König/reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: N/A

No use of Y/N

Summary: You keep running into König in the elevator at your apartment building. He'd be incredibly intimidating, but he kind of reminds you of a cartoon character.

A/N: König is so serious with all his war crimes and intensity, and you are... not serious

AO3 Link: Looney Tunes

The man who steps on the elevator is giant, bigger than anyone you've ever seen in real life, and you can't help looking up at him, craning your neck. He's wearing a sweatshirt, the hood up and cloaking most of his face, disguising his eyes, but you see his nose point down at you, and you know he’s staring back at you.

"How tall are you?" You ask, before cringing at your own social awkwardness. It's silent for a moment, and you wonder if he heard you at all. The elevator dings for your floor and as you step off, a quiet, accented voice calls out.

“Two hundred centimeters.”

You whip your phone out, googling the conversion almost immediately as the doors shut behind you. He’s huge, with shoulders so widely set it's almost comical. You marvel at it briefly, then he slips your mind.

The next time you see the man, he’s got his hood off, his long hair pulled back into a bun. He’s older than you’d thought he’d be, strands of gray catching the light, standing out against the auburn. You step into the elevator with a greeting he doesn’t acknowledge. You both stand in silence, listening to the quiet ding as you pass the floors.

You've developed a quiet rhythm with the elevator man, leaving in the mornings at the same time, your greetings always met by a silence that should probably deter you but doesn't. You're staring at his reflection in the elevator doors, noting the way he seems to slightly slouch into himself, when your unbidden thoughts cause you to giggle. His eyes shoot up instantly to meet yours.

“You remind me of the looney tunes monster,” you blurt suddenly, the aimless rambling of your inner monologue spilling out before you can stop yourself. The man beside you stiffens, before turning his body fully to look down at you. You try not to cower, unable to meet his eye.

“The… um… the orange one? Have you ever seen looney tunes?” you push on moronically. He’s glaring down at you, and you wonder if getting murdered in an elevator is really the way to go.

“What is ‘looney’ tunes?” He finally asks, his voice low and hoarse, as if he's not used to speaking.

"It's a children's show… there's a bunch of little characters and they have their own personalities…" You know your face is bright red, and you thank whatever deity is involved when the elevator chimes and you can step off, too embarrassed to say goodbye.

You consider taking the stairs when you see him again the next day. You give a quiet greeting that he doesn't acknowledge, so you hope you're forgiven for yesterday. You're scrolling through your phone when he speaks, startling you.

"You are der hase?" He asks.

"What?" You respond, looking up with wide eyes, off guard.

He huffs, looking at the ceiling.

"The— rabbit. That is you?"

You scrunch your nose in momentary confusion, then the realization hits you.

"Oh. Bugs Bunny, you mean?" You laugh. "I guess I could be him."

You two stand in silence for the rest of the elevator ride.

You forgot you could be this drunk, staring at the elevator buttons in a daze. You couldn’t quite remember which one you were supposed to press, only knew for sure this was your building because your friend had put your address into the uber. You don’t even hear the footsteps behind you, the irritated sigh as König watches you sway slightly. It’s only when he reaches around you, pressing the up button, that you startle.

“Jesus Christ!” you say, jumping back. An impossibly large hand grabs your arm, steading you. You tilt your head back, and the elevator man is towering over you. He’s in army fatigues, and as your inebriated mind processes that information, the door to the elevator chimes open.

He doesn’t wait for you to move, just picks you up like you weigh nothing before stepping inside. You blink upwards at him in a daze, and he glares down at you. He’s chastising you in his low voice, and it takes you a moment to realize the reason you can’t understand him is because he’s not speaking English.

“You can let me down now,” you interrupt, your voice quiet and slightly slurred. He somehow manages to look even more pissed, staring down at you, incensed, and you’re sorry for saying anything. He fumbles in his other language before finding the words.

“You can— You can not stand.” He says with finality. You relax against him, lapsing into familiar silence as the elevator shoots upwards. This close to him, you can hear his heart beating, and you wonder why it's thumping so fast.

He carries you to your door, and you're too distracted to think about how he knows which apartment is yours. He sets you down, plucking the keys out of your hand with ease when you fumble with them, watching as you sway slightly.

"I keep thinking about the cartoon." He says suddenly, abandoning the key in the lock. He’s leaning over you, shadowing you in the small doorway as you look up at him, your expression confused. His face holds a neutral expression, but his eyes seem to glint in an odd way.

“The monster, he wants to eat the rabbit.” He states, taking a step towards you, crowding you against your door. The wood is cool against your back, and you’re blinking up at him through your drunken haze, trying to figure out what he’s talking about.

"Looney Tunes?" You finally respond, remembering your last conversation. He nods and reaches out one large hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your heart skips, and you wonder if he can hear it as he drags his fingertips along your jaw, cupping your chin softly.

“Does the rabbit want to be eaten?” He asks, his head cocked. His eyes are like molten steel, his voice so soft and deep it’s practically a purr. It feels like the oxygen has been sucked out of the hallway, leaving you lightheaded.

“Oh,” you breathe, your lips parting softly, what little mental clarity you had abandoning you. There’s a scar that runs up from the man’s chin, stopping just below his bottom lip, and you’re staring at the scar, staring at his mouth, when he bends down, guiding your chin up as you raise yourself unsteadily on your tiptoes.

His lips are warm, scorching against yours, and you open your mouth, letting him deepen the kiss, whimpering when he presses his hard body against yours. His hand slides into your hair, his palm curling around the back of your neck, holding you steady. You shudder at the contact, and he breaks the kiss, pulling away, leaving you dazed and breathless. Everything is spinning, and you can’t tell if it’s because of the alcohol still coursing through your veins, or the fact that he’s still leaning over you, caging you in.

His pupils are blown wide, and you watch his chest rise and fall. He’s monstrous like this, a man at the brink of self control, his hands trembling at the effort to not touch you. He pushes away, creating distance, and you stare at him, stunned and confused. He’s muttering to himself again, and it finally cuts through your stupid, intoxicated brain that he’s speaking German.

He’s looking at you like he’d like to devour you. Instead he breathes, slow and deep, and takes another step back from you.

“Have a good night, häschen” He says, and then he turns, heading towards the elevator, away from you.

Part Two

#something about this concept just has me howling you're the most awkward person in the building and konig finds you irresistible #he wants you carnally and your brain is just the ducktales theme song #konig cod #konig x reader #konig x you #cod mw2 #cod x reader #konig/reader #hes changed his entire schedule for the 30 seconds he gets to spend in your presence and he cant even say hi the konig pov would go crazy

[medicalunprofessional]

#psychonauts #boyd cooper #the milkman #nightmaretheater #you see i dont have a name for this because it was kind of an in the moment occurance #i was playing around with some brushes and it..kinda just happened #flashbanging my poor followers used to my dark ass art sorry #turn your brightness up? *LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER* #but seriously.The milkman is so fucking interedting to me #my favourite sleeper agent brain demon 💞💞💞💞 #i will always be depicting him as an angel.Its important i think?You get me?????Thanks #mostly did the rendering on one layer :) #time on canvas: 3 hours 30 seconds #Update:Yes his hand looks a bit weird.Because i drew the wrong hand.Its okay…Its okay….I uehr I MEAN IT WAS TOTALLY INTENTIONLA🏃🏃🏃🏃

[keferon]

Everything is so easy if you don’t give a fuck wow

#I decided that I don’t care and made the ugliest 30 seconds of Megatron singing his villain song haha #they look so baaaad jjfkfkf #but drawing them is so easy and fast I’m having fun #tapa 🤝 cass #having 4 hours of sleep today #my brain spinning #or is it my room

[jojossillywalk]

true insight is really found in polnareff and avdol's personalities when you really really take in the fact that their canon, profile depicted hobbies are, respectively, any sport vs Old Books Collecting. because truly polnareff plays sports. his battles make more sense when you realize he plays sports. his default actions make more sense when you think "this is a sports man who plays sports." this isnt purely mockery either im being semi serious

whereas old book collectors will just find an author's tax records from the 1800s in order to find the house that has the tree that has some edition of a book buried in a chest under it, because it has A Neat Distinct Illustration In The Corner Of The Pages. they just do That for a hobby

#IGNORING for one moment. the fact that polnareff is a Man Who Plays Sports #if you spend even 30 seconds looking into old book collecting people #you understand exactly why and how avdol filled his brain with the Forbidden Knowledges #jesus fucking christ #avpol #jean pierre polnareff #mohammed avdol #they give me migraines for both of their hobbies actually

[biohazard-inevitable]

My favorite crochawk art style exaggerations simplified

This is basically what i love most in crocodile or mihawk fanart

#one piece #crochawk #sir crocodile #dracule mihawk #please im dying laughing at this #this was like a 30 second doodle in my brain its not supposed to be good #im WHEEZING #love square as fuck crocodile with giant mouth and tiny eyes #and round boi mihawk with the LARGEST eyes ever #like the blue eyes meme but yellow

[pastafossa]

Came across Pepperoni praying to snake Jesus I assume.

#he just sat there like this for a good 30 seconds #i have no idea what's going on in his tiny noodle brain #tw: snakes #snake #pepperoni pizza snake

[lesbianchipbastard]

jrwi pd au of tlou where mark is joel, dakota is ellie, and ashe is sarah. btw

#vixen rambles #jrwi pd #ok no wait i thought on it for like 30 seconds and my brains already exploding witj ideas for this au #mark winters #dakota cole #ashe winters

[sunshinediaz]

tease tuesday + wip wednesday 🕊

(i'm smashing these 2 days together because i like to break the rules)

anyway have a lil bit of hoa eddie, uh, getting a hard dick for buck before dinner with his Nemesis

“You’re staring at me.” Buck shuffles forward, a few steps away from Eddie; he smells like mint and vanilla because he used Eddie’s shampoo like he always does and roses, too, that expensive cologne he pays half an arm for.  “I am.”  “Do I look bad?”  No. Not at all. He’s wearing tight black jeans that hug the length of his long, thick legs in a way that leaves nothing to the imagination and a black knit sweater that has his biceps bulging and his tummy poking through and it’s obscene because he’s so goddamn thick that even normal clothes look small on him.  Buck looks all different kinds of great and Eddie doesn’t know what to do with that or the tickle in his chest, the heavy heat in his gut. The gold chain with the little sunshine at the bottom sits pretty between his tits, a present Chris got him last year for Christmas that’s a fucking gift right now for Eddie. Christ.   He blinks. “No,” he says, maybe a little too fast, but he can’t be blamed. Especially not when Buck looks as gorgeous as he does, in front of Eddie and in his bedroom with a door that locks. “You look pretty. That color is nice on you.”  “It’s black.”  “Okay?” Eddie bristles. The tips of his ears burn. “It looks good.”  Buck fingers the hem of his sweater. “Thanks,” he says, whisper-soft and ruddy-cheeked like he’s embarrassed or something, before looking up and giving Eddie a dazzling smile. “You, uh, look good, too.”  And Eddie does. He’s wearing his best pair of blue jeans and a dark green sweater he found in the back of his closet that he knows looks good on him because Marisol couldn’t keep her hands off when he wore it, but he has nothing on Buck. Nothing at all.  “Buck—” “I need—” Christopher barges in the room, knocking the door against the wall like he pays the bills. “You guys take so long.” 

tagged by @daffi-990, @jesuisici33, and @wikiangela mwah i adore all of you!

tagging @callmenewbie, @callaplums, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @eddiediaztho, @honestlydarkprincess, @wildlife4life, @thewolvesof1998, @try-set-me-on-fire, @exhuastedpigeon, @fortheloveofbuddie, @giddyupbuck, @ladydorian05, @loserdiaz, @monsterrae1, @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy, and anybody else who wants to share 🫶🏼

#let me get mushy real fast and say these games really hold me accountable for actually working on shit instead of just #letting it rot in the wip folder #because this fic is nearly 30k and it's only halfway through #and i'm BEGGING my brain to get it finished before the new year my fucking god #and i'm excited to share the WHOLE thing with yall and not just these out of pocket snippets because #eddie is on some other type of level in this and he just gets better every fuckin second i swear #anyway! #i will be back later #am going to take a small nap because i didn't go to bed until 5:30 and wound up waking up at 8:30? what a bitch #tag games

[toiletphotoshoot]

Sometimes I forget that Sycamore and Lysandre aren’t just characters in my head, but actually have somewhat of a fanbase and I just get the biggest fucking jumpscare whenever I see them, it’s insane.

#my brain just goes: #wait who are these two again? #OH WAIT ITS LYSANDRE AND SYCAMORE #And then I just stare at my screen for about like 30 seconds #where I just start either sounding like a keyboard smash or my hands and body starts moving #pokemon #pokemon xy #pkmn #pkmn xy #lysandre #professor sycamore #perfectworldshipping #comfort character #special interest

[rowanthestrange]

Doggy DNA test results are back, and baby Cody is none of the breeds anyone thought he was.

he is…

*drumroll*

Quarter Cocker Spaniel (cute and fluffy yay! Guess that’s where his slightly curly tail hair comes from)

Quarter XL Bully/Pit-and-mix (the UK’s answer to the banned pitbull that just also got banned)

and Half Belgian Malinois (German Shepherd on Hard Mode)

😬🥲 Pray for him, and us lol

Though the people we used also give you relative links, and there’s a dog which has low genetic match but high breed match (so they’re not directly related but their root breeds are very similar) and damn true. Roch even does the ear thing.

#rescue pup #he’s still way too scared of the outside #is pretty damn good for a puppy inside the home #but he’s scared of and panic barks at anything so easily outside #not a surprise now - that’s a lot of guard dog in him #and the problem is he’s triggered from ok to overflowing #in about a second #no steps between 30%-99% #he’s /used/ to panicking if that makes sense #his brain knows those pathways well so defaults to them #like a human with a panic disorder #but unlike a human he can’t do talking therapy #(we’d probably be fine if our road wasn’t so travelled) #(and our garden connected straight to the house) #(rather than going out and then down an alleyway to it) #(but we’ve got what we’ve got) #(so trial and error and training methods with his behaviourist)

[chapel-of-rizztual]

rulti with 15 for the prompts🙏

Rain had squeaked and shied away from Swiss’ hands, as they dipped below his hips. It was the end of Swiss’ first week and as a reward for doing so well Rain had promised the multi ghoul he could spend the night with him in his hotel room. Alone. They’d barley made it to the hotel room before they were tearing each other’s clothes off and sharing fang filled kisses. 

“Not there, you can’t touch me there.” He shakes his head. “Too sensitive.” 

Swiss’ hands had stopped in their tracks, just above where Rains cock was steadily leaking precum onto his belly. 

“Okay. Not there.” He nods in confirmation. “Is there anywhere else you don’t like being touched?” 

Rain shakes his head. 

“No, just there. Anywhere else is good.” 

Swiss moves his hands back up, running over Rains gills on his ribs, that flutter at the attention and thumb over his nipples. He moves to kiss him again, licking to Rains mouth, making the water ghoul moan. 

He pulls back before either of them get too distracted, a string of saliva connecting their lips, which Rain licks away.

“Show me how to make you feel good.” Swiss whispers to him. 

Rain blushes, staring up at him with doe eyes. 

“I-what.” 

“Show me.” Swiss pecks his lips. “How to make you feel good.” Another kiss. “So I don’t touch you somewhere you don’t like.” 

“W-what? I don’t know how to do that?” Rain stutters. 

“It’s easy. Just pretend I’m not here.” Sows smiles down at him. “Show me how you do it when you touch yourself.”Rains blush deepens and he looks around nervously. “You can’t judge me, okay? It’s weird.”

Swiss’ smile become predatory. “I was hoping you’d say that.

“Satan, you’re such a creep.” Rain rolls his eyes but can’t help the smile that creeps onto his face. “Promise no judgement?”

Swiss holds his hands up in surrender.“Hey, I’m not Dew, no judgment from me.”

“Dew was actually the one that showed me how to do this.”

“Oh nice, a little water on water action, very hot.”

Rain swats at his shoulder.“You are such a perv, holy shit.”

Swiss licks at his cheek.“Only for you, baby.” He throws him a wink. “Now common. I wanna see this ‘weird’ thing you do to get yourself off.”

Rain doesn’t say anything else, just runs his hands down his face, then his neck, then chest, thumbing at his nipples just like Swiss had before. Feeling Swiss eyes burning into him made a thrill zip through his body, and he arches his back up into where his fingers are plucking at his nipples with a heavy sigh. He doesn’t focus on his nipple for long, not wanting to get distracted. His hands drop to his gills, gently running his finger along the first set, the deepest and biggest ones. They flutter under his soft touch and he lets out a contented sigh, his eye slipping closed. He feels his cock blurt put more pre onto his belly, his muscles jumping and twitching at the touch. He runs gentle fingers over all his gills, enjoying the the feeling of them rippling under his touch, and can’t help the little moans that fall from his lips.

He opens his eyes, fining Swiss looking down at him with confusion, and a little admiration on his face. “I don’t get- I don’t get it. Rain-what?”

Rain smirks up at him, looking him dead in the eyes and curls two finger on each hand into the top set of his gills. He moans, loudly, at the feeling, throwing his back into the pillow behind him and is unable to stop himself from squeezing his eyes closed. He hears Swiss gasp as he slowly starts thrusting his fingers in and out his gills, the sound in the quiet room is almost deafening.

“Holy shit.” Swiss whispers into the room. Rain braved looking at him, finding Swiss sat there with a deep blush on his cheeks, eyes zoned in on where his fingers are thrusting in and out of chest, one hand fisting at his cock. It’s like he’s in a trance, like he has no control over himself.

“I told you, it was weird.”

Swiss huffs a laugh.“Yeah. Yeah you did. You didn’t say it would be insanely fucking hot though.”

Rain laughs but it gets cuff off by a main as he pushes his fingers deeper into him, his hips bucking into the air.

He feels Swiss run two of his own finger up his gills, feels them flutter and hiss under the touch.

“Can I?” Swiss asks, his fingers paused on the set of gills below the ones Rain is working two fingers into.

Rain just nods, pushing his chest up into Swiss touch.

They both gasp as Swiss pushes his fingers in, Rains hips bucking onto the air once again, more precum pooling into his belly.

“Holy shit.” Swiss gasps out. “They’re so warm.” He pets his fingers upwards. “And so soft, it feels like- I don’t even know what it feels like but it’s soft.”

Rain can’t do anything but moan, the feeling of three sets of fingers pushing in and out of him was so much, almost too much, but he was in pure bliss, his orgasm flying towards him at a speed he’d never felt before.

“Hey.” Swiss breaks him out of his blissed out pleasure bubble. “Do you think if I fucked your gills, I could get you pregnant through them?”

“SWISSTOPHER!”

#Swiss is incapable of being serious for more then 30 seconds #his brain will rot if he isn’t being silly #the band ghost #ghost headcanons #ficlet #nameless ghouls #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #thanks for the ask! ❤️ #ask game #ask me stuff #I didn’t edit this so if you see a mistake no you didn’t #My writing

[johnskleats]

#silly little zutara brain at it again #just give in okay it feels good #zutara is a wholesome feel good ship you cant change my mind #i love this community #is it a poem poll? is there a right answer? #i lost it at the end there but thats how we felt about the last 30 seconds of the finale #🤷🏽‍♀️ #katara #zutara #yeah

[spid3r-trans]

thinking about miles g

#my boy got 30 seconds of screen time and it changed my entire brain chemistry #fens fables #prowler miles #miles 42 #ok i have to go to sleep but #it’s think of him thursday. r u thinking

[nevsclowntown]

not sure if youre still doing the doodle requests but if you are id love more gaalee if youre done! maybe somethin with them on a date! or whatever else comes to mind! -sagemoderocklee

Gaara's not really on the whole dating-train, but Lee loves to consider every second of their lives together as dating. And sometimes the best thing is when Gaara gets very little rest and Lee counts that as the most successful date bc seeing Gaara not frown or be a pest (lovingly) is a win!

@sagemoderocklee

#ask #doodle #sagemoderocklee #gaalee #gaara #rock lee #nevart #I LOVE THEM #also always have to think about that one fanfiction #where Lee said to Gaara #Kazekage-sama you are a pest #and i swear it has altered my brain #they are as adorable and hilarious as anyone can be #and they deserve a moment of rest too! #esp gaara! #though that goes for like 30 seconds #also lee can't sit still for so long #unless he makes it a challenge #but even then hes so intensily sitting still that his whole body starts to vibrate #and gaara will be shaken around so much that he stands up and retreats #because wth lee?;

[brittlebutch]

it's actually so fascinating to me that Brennan has created a character that maintains a pretty relaxed and mild-mannered demeanor and has said multiple times that the absolute Core of her is "FEAR" and how often we see this Fear manifest specifically in Avoidance; it really nails a relationship to that mentality where your brain fully Stops recognizing the emotion properly out of like, sheer self-defense from the stress of having to carry it all the time

I think this is also perfectly showcased in the way we tend to see Tula swing so suddenly from 'level and steady' to 'snarling Panic' and then back again - Just because your brain has detached itself from the Conscious Recognition of the emotion doesn't mean it can Actually stop itself from experiencing it. So the Fear is always there and always acting as a stressor, but because of that inability to Identify it there's no way to recognize or address it before that final straw hits and your bodymind jumps Straight into Full Meltdown Mode; but then once again, once you drop even a Little bit below that Peak Terror your brain ceases to process the emotion; it's like the most exhausting form of Poor Object Permanence in the world

And even if Tula is aware of this happening to her, that doesn't really make it any easier to deal with / address. Even if you're able to spot the symptoms Around the emotion -- chest pain, irritation, nausea, whatever -- because the Emotion Itself is basically impossible to find, you can't really Successfully Pin Down what the problem is OR a way to cope with it. If you can't figure out That You Are Anxious, then figuring out What Is Making You Anxious is impossible, which makes Find A Way To Make Peace With That incomprehensible. That's where the Avoidance comes in: you can no longer identify what might be a Dangerous Situation, which means that Anything New has a big potential to be Really Bad in a variety of ways (ranging "I don't Feel Good" to "Fully Lashing Out bc you've entered Fight/Flight and can't get out of it" to "Actual Outside Danger This Time") and that means the Only Way you know how to be Safe is to just Avoid Doing Anything New and Only stick to Familiar Situations, because anything unfamiliar is a monster of a gamble you don't know how to prepare for or cope with

#N posts stuff #one could argue ‘we see tula worry a lot tho’ but that’s bc Worry is an Action that can occur Separately from Recognizing Anxiety #now that I know tumblr will put a hard cap on your tags w/o telling you i'm resigning myself to posting rambling meta in post body #but i'm not happy about it; anyway i love how often life is full of Coincidences bc this is something I've Finally identified in myself #like. This Month. like this is brand new articulation for some of the problems i have in life; again knowing this doesn't help lmao #bc even when you know to look Around the shape of the emotion - like 'oh my face is Snarling rn. i'm probably experiencing Something' #like i said bc you don't know What that something is OR What might have caused it then the only solution you Ever get to come up with #is just 'fully retreat and go calm down somewhere else' which INVARIABLY means that you will wind up in that same situation again #and Still have no idea how to handle it bc you never could figure out what caused it so you don't know how to handle it any better than #'fully retreat and go calm down somewhere else'; so 'be somewhere else' is the ONLY way you can ever think to Help it #which usually invariably turns into 'Just Avoid Fucking Everything just in case'; which doesn't work! bc life doesn't let you do that #so then it's just a cycle of falling into the same pitfalls and feeling miserable all the time; gotta love it :) #if you're like me this also gives you Bad Bad Bad Memory bc your brain will Promptly hide evidence of Scary Situation instinctively #like 3 weeks ago this dude ran a red light and almost t-boned me Full Speed & managed to stop like. maybe 3 feet away. #and i like. Startled Laughed and said 'that was scary' and then within 30 seconds i had Fully Forgotten it happened & only remembered #like 2 days ago. Ha! believe it or not this Does Not Help with 'How can I Address the Problem instead of Avoiding It Entirely?' #dimension 20 #d20: stupendous stoats #tula #d20lb