#pavlovian

[totallovebot]

an always sunny episode in which the gang tries classical conditioning and it sours into something disgusting & obviously macdennis

[smarty-jones]

Pavlovian trains for the 2026 Kentucky Derby

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[iamamythologicalcreature]

Snowbaz has conditioned my thinking in ways I never anticipated.

I just looked at my phone and saw it has 61% battery left. I got a little thrill.

[ditchadderband]

The irony of joy and Fibromyalgia

I just wanted to take a moment to reflect upon this one particular fibro frustration I have. Whenever I do something I find really exciting, like recording an upcoming and utterly badass song for instance, the adrenaline rush means that the moment I stop I will be annihilated by my fibro. I would love to know if others have this problem and, if so, how they get around it. My current plan of trying to develop a Pavlovian association between exhaustion and awesome fun and have the signals get mixed up like that one scientist/experiment alien from Farscape has been ineffective so far.

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

Hello! For the AuguSnippets prompts, I would like to read what you would come up with for Path of comfort - day 11: escape/breaking the conditioning/safe and sound or Path of comfort - day 23: massage/wiping away tears/gentle touch or Secret third path - day 9: hypothermia/overheating/dehydration! 💙

But no pressure at all, only if one of these prompts inspire you! 😊

Thank you my lovely friend! I have been attempting to go in order so I have already worked some on day 9; here is a bit:

“You can come back inside once you learn some fucking manners.” The click of the deadbolt turning was deafening in the quiet night. Jamie hadn’t meant to talk back. He hadn’t even really done that; he just scoffed when Dad commented on him not scoring, as if he could’ve done any better. His cheek was still burned from the slap, but the cold air offered some small relief after the oppressing heat of Dad’s flat and its radiator with the broken dial.  Still, Jamie wished Dad had given him his coat or, at the very least, his shoes before he shoved him outside into the cold January night. His palms stung as he picked the gravel out of them and rubbed them together to try and keep warm. It had only been a few minutes, but alternating rubbing his hands together and up and down his bare arms was no match for low single-digit temperatures. Bouncing from socked foot to socked foot to try and keep the cold pavement from seeping through him, he counted in his head as a distraction. 

Apologies for the delay, this has been in my drafts as I made my way through the snippets but I just got to day 11: excape/breaking the condition/safe and sound and here is a snippet of a snippet:

Maybe it was Pavlovian.

Jamie hadn’t even thought about where he was going. All he knew was he needed to get out of the house, he needed to get away from his father and the wrath Jamie had set off merely by finding his sober father, no longer sober.

It hadn’t been a thought, Jamie just ran.

He hadn’t considered his destination when he sprinted out the door, not bothering to even shut it behind him, yet somehow ended up standing in front of Roy Kent’s house. The last time Jamie had a physical altercation with his dad, he crumbled into Roy Kent’s arms. Tonight hadn’t ended with a single punch, but Jamie unknowingly sought Roy Kent’s emotional and physical safety for a second time when his father could not give it; when his father only offered derision and danger and pain.

[crinkle-eyed-boo]

It’s been two years and I STILL expect the confetti and streamers for the last chorus of Walls.

[jhsharman]

show me the way

[lonelyheartsmotel]