Sep 8, 2020
Everytime someone critiques welcome to night vale I'm just like ᴵ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵗʳᵘᵉ ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ᵘʰᵐ ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᶦᵗ'ˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ, ᵘʰ, ᶦᵗ'ˢ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵃ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉ ˢᵒ ʸᵉᵃʰ,
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Everytime someone critiques welcome to night vale I'm just like ᴵ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵗʳᵘᵉ ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ᵘʰᵐ ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᶦᵗ'ˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ, ᵘʰ, ᶦᵗ'ˢ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵃ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉ ˢᵒ ʸᵉᵃʰ,
Triple A
Anxious, agitated and angry
chapter 15 sneak peak #??, bamon
“Damon, I think you’re having a panic attack.”
A humorless chuckle gritted through his teeth. “No shit.” He heard her approaching him, footsteps slow, measured.
“Tell me how I can help.”
“By staying out of i—” his voice cut into a sharp breath as another hiss of steam cut through the room, slicing down his spine like a blade. His hand curled into a fist against the door, eyes shut so forcefully he saw light bursts.
“Is it the pipes?” she ventured, voice drawing closer. “The noise?”
“It’s nothing, I just—” he knocked his head against the door a few times, flexing his jaw. He felt nauseated. Hot. Jittery. “I need—” fuck, he was starting to have trouble breathing. His lungs felt tight, breaths coming out harsh and fast, and after a few seconds, he felt a tentative hand on his back.
“Breathe,” she murmured.
His jaw flared. “I’m fine.”
“You’re tachycardic,” she countered, and something about the evenness of her voice was strangely reassuring. The last time this’d happened this badly, he’d been in the middle of a subway and everyone just looked horrified.
“Are you hexing me again?” he gritted out, attempting to lighten the mood, and she quietly pressed on.
“Has this happened to you before?”
He tried to edge out a snarky reply but his chest felt like it was going to burst, so he merely nodded against the door.
“Has anything helped in the past?” she ventured, and distantly, he realized she was probably going to be a good doctor. Calm. Capable. “Any mantras? Movements? Rituals of any kind?”
“Just the—” he swallowed to loosen his constricting throat, “—occasional human sacrifice.”
“In through the nose,” she said gently, ignoring the sarcasm and inhaling deeply to illustrate how she wanted him to breathe. Surprisingly, he found himself actually trying to mimic her. “Good, and out through the mouth.” She let out a long, full breath that blew against his shoulder, and he tried to focus on the warmth of it, the pressure of her hand, the fact that the world couldn’t actually be collapsing in on itself if she was so incomprehensibly stable.
About time for some vulnerable Damon, I think.
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Today's the day, Chuffed to say our first Eyre Llew video is out for the heart-wrenching track 'Havoc'.
Shot on location in Norway, the scenery is stunning and well worth a watch, let alone for all the work everyone put in and an epic final piece. Huge respect to everyone involved and the crew ❄️❄️❄️
WATCH THE VIDEO AT https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bifur0AniV0
the best shambhala mix ever!!