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sabanasblancasuniverse-deactiva

theevenprime

This is universal. This comedy transcends time and language.

pyros-random-thoughts

Hes right

balamist

#my guy lost knife priviledges real fast

#notice how the knife changed to the spatula.

shutyourmoustache

feministism

compare.

#look at the privilege #feminism #feminist #equal rights #blm

cecexheart

Production tells them to clean the house after they spent hours cleaning already and they all collectedly cuss them out

ampervadasz

gypsy-that-i-was

I want everything made from what this ball is made of.

synthlet

wolfmons

the-green-witch-project

Some nights I stay up (reading Ao3 fic)

Inspired by the amazing Hallelujah video, I have created… this.

lauramkaye

A) this is a thing of beauty

B) titles are hard, y’all

C) I absolutely lost it at “wailing”

luckyybones

okay so

1) I recognized two of these fics and that threw me off so much lmao

2) there are some buckwild crossovers in here

theflashisgone

This actually functions moderately well as a lyric video.

#bruhhh I’m wheezing #I didn’t expect some of the fandoms

thequintab

chapdietostie-deactivated202406

This will forever kill me

mira4-deactivated20150320

When's your birthday?

Why so you can look up my natal chart? So you can figure out my weaknesses? So you can destroy me?

notegender

actual photo of me in my respecting nonbinary people who don’t use they/them kitchen

j0rrated

#theres no way i can encapsulate how fucking bad i think tumblrpost+ is in a comprehensible way #cursing tw #gross word tw

moominhands

this is killing me

moominhands

i’m literally so fucking stupid. i don’t know why my hypochondriatic ass went on fucking google to google why the fuck i’ve been itching for two days—bitch—it might just be because i’m having a reaction to something, but fucking google wants to go and say, “oh, it’s fucking liver disease!” bitch, so do you know where i’m going right now? i’m going to the fucking ER, because it cannot be liver disease. no, no, no. honestly, like, i just, i just can’t move. get the fuck out of my way, bitch, i’m turning on my hazards. this is ridiculous. this is a fucking emergency—liver disease!—li—google, wh—liver disease? why are you, what? what do you mean? li—oh, no, no no no, not the liver disease, yeah (oh my fucking gosh)

#tw cursing #tw er #the fuck this so good

ghostlypawn

this video is making me SOB

memewhore

sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes

Dictionary but every definition is making fun of you and every once in a while in small text it says "you're still here? Lol"

windwardstar

In case anyone wants some perspective on how utterly random triggers can be. I haven’t lived in a house with a garage door in four-ish years. Right now at this moment, I honestly can’t recall what they sound like, except something metallic moving and rather clanky.

There was one on tv. I wasn’t even paying attention to it, I had my headphones on and was actively trying to tune the show out. My ears picked up on the sound of the garage door, and a jolt of adrenaline shot through my body as I grabbed my laptop and moved to get out of my seat and run to my room.

I realized what happened after about two seconds.

The sound is gone from my ears, but my heart is still racing and I’m waiting for the door to the house to open, to hear the jingling of my mother’s keys and her footsteps moving through the house. My muscles are still tense and I’m fighting the urge to run to my room and stick a board in front of the door.

For years, the sound of a garage door was my warning to pack up what I was doing quickly and retreat to my room if I was out of it.

I can’t remember the sound of the garage door right now, but I can’t tell my brain to stop trying to react to it.

windwardstar

This can be reblogged, if anyone was wondering. I wrote up this post with the intention that hopefully people who read it and didn’t really get triggers would understand a bit.

the-real-seebs

So, a thing that’s particularly important here: The trigger here is not the bad experience itself.

jumpingjacktrash

after my super funtime medical adventure, i had to change all my bath products, because my brain had associated the scent of them with being terrified and in extreme pain.

these were products i had chosen myself because i liked the smell. and they got connected to the medical phobia because i was using them to wash off the hospital reek and the fear sweat and so forth. i don’t know why they became a trigger. maybe because washing off the hospital smell didn’t make me not in pain. maybe because their ‘fresh pine ocean breeze bluegreen spicy stuff’ smell didn’t really replace the hospital stench, just mingled with it.

but for whatever reason, smelling these objectively nice soaps made me do flashbacks and get all hopeless and wobbly. so they had to go.

triggers are random. they’re often something that was simply present during a trauma, and you can’t guess what they’ll be. no one who hasn’t heard me explain this would ever associate suave naturals ocean breeze body wash with unbearable abdominal pain. so i guess the takeaways here are twofold:

- if you have triggers, remember other people can’t predict them, and don’t expect to be protected from them all the time. that’s up to you.

- if you don’t have triggers, don’t assume you can judge what a ‘real’ trigger is, and if someone asks you to accomodate them, don’t be a dick about it. even if you don’t want to make that accomodation, decline politely and apologize, don’t disparage their request.