Having a phobia of dogs fucking sucks because loving them is so expected that so many dog owners don't take it seriously at all or take it as a personal offense when I barely hold back a panic attack because their unpredictable animal that can't understand human speech is jumping and barking at me. Please keep them on a leash please.
I don't dislike dogs, it's not their fault, I just mentally break down when I'm around them because of past traumatic experiences caused by their owners, and I hate how society gives them a free pass where other animals are still treated as wild beasts.
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open starter that probably breaks bj's canon timeline but idc, the world is our oyster
"Have to go away for a while ," BJ muttered. The snappy ziiiiiiip! of his duffel bag came with a finality that brokered no argument; he was packing up and he was going, one way or another. "Will be back in a week. Maybe two." Said, mostly, to avoid any efforts at dissuasion. Barry James doubted he would be back ever, and the thought made him a little sad. He'd liked it here. There'd been sanctuary and friendship in this hideaway, but that's all it had ever been: a hideaway. Temporary.
BJ grabbed his duffel and shouldered his way past them out of his room toward the kitchen. Ziiiiip; open again. He pilfered the refrigerator of several bottles of water and a few tangerines, and from the cupboards, a few handfulls of granola bars, a sachet of nuts and sunflower seeds. All but the tangerines, which he slipped into a jacket pocket each, went into his duffel.
In his haste packing, something peeked out from beneath his spare clothes and foodstuffs. A small cardboard box... cartridges? It was hard to tell. BJ covered it back up quickly, pretending to fuss with making more room for the water. It, the box, could could have been cigarettes, just as BJ's flinching could have been imagined. A lot of things hadn't felt right about him lately.
"You'll be okay here?" he asked, not looking up. The upward inflection that typically came with questions fell flat, making it sound obligatory, or more like a statement than something he wanted an answer for. You will be okay. You have to be. Because BJ didn't want to wrestle with the idea that they might not when he was already wrestling with a dozen other things in his head and chest. This terrible thing hanging in front of him was always inevitable, and he told himself over and over and over that he was ready to meet it, but he had not accounted for anyone catching him to see him off. That complicated things. He'd never planned on actually saying goodbye.
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okay so turns out i've never posted about these two here so please welcome Hannus Barbarous (college of lore bard and famous playwright played by @anonprotagging, is also responsible for the cultural phenomenon that is Scoobus Doobus™) and Biscott Cortinarius (mycologist and wizard by training, necromancer by necessity, played by me and currently investigating whether or not people are the fruiting bodies of a grand cosmic mycelium)
they are neither married nor divorced nor necessarily even on good terms but Good God They Sure Are Something™
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hormones are such a terrifyingly mixed bag why cant i just get into the customization screen and fuck with the sliders
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open rp; Ted Lesso (test muse)
"Well, hey, fancy seein' you here!" the American drawl sounds very jarring in a London pub, but Ted has settled into this place pretty well now. The be-moustached man raised his pint just slightly, pulling to his feet, "Can I order you a drink..?"
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"I feel like you're about to ask me something stupid so the answer is no."
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i had a thought so i decided to post it on tumblr and it is very stupid,,,
what if when tpot characters get eliminated they turn into objects in the real world????
(giving context because this doesnt make sense actually: i was watcing mitchells vs the machines and one of the characters had lightning earrings so i thought “oh shit its lightning tpot!” and then i had the thought “yo what if tpot contestants turn into objects irl when eliminated….”
…… so i uhhh think its pretty silly………. ok bye)
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Before I work on replies I ammmm wondering if Jayce would technically be considered a ‘Runesmith’ or just an ‘Artificer’…
Shhhhh I know m peeking on dnd stuffs but… think thonkin… I know he’s mentioned artificers exist in Piltover in his short story with Amaranthine, but… hmmmmmmmmm
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pulls hair out
so okay went to an ear doc bc ive been in intense pain, especially if i wear headphones, with the ringing never stopping or getting quiet. tried that whole drumming on the back of the head thing and it wouldnt stay quiet for more than a minute. sometimes the pain + sounds literally makes me fucking cry. so doc runs a bunch of tests - got a hearing evaluation done and a damn mri of my brain.
and they all came back fucking NORMAL
so doc cant do anything so im just fucking STUCK in pain and not able to wear headphones or handle most sounds and im going to fucking go disassociate into like. pokemon or katamari or something
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