#tw suffocation mention

[interregionalgyminspections]

Since people are curious, I will go in-depth about why the honey walls are a horrendously bad idea.

Some people might be allergic to it.

It's firm, so you have to run fast in order to make it through the honey, something many people might not be able to do.

It's a waste of honey.

People might try eating the honey, which would be extremely grody after how many people have run through it.

The smell.

It's very easy for it to ruin your clothes.

You could get trapped within the honey and suffocate.

[switchthedragon]

To explain what asthma feels like, try to imagine this.

It feels like your lungs are getting squeezed or put under pressure. It’s easier to breathe out than it is to breathe in, and sometimes you have to breathe manually just to breathe at all. And the only thing you can do to temporarily get rid of the effects you need to inhale medicine from an inhaler or Similar device.

Now add onto the fact that you can’t control when you have asthma, which means it could literally happen while you’re asleep.

I had to use my inhaler 7 times today. I really hope I don’t have an asthma attack in the middle of the night, nobody would be awake to help me.

[emelinecormier]

— tyler singh pre-wedding while getting ready, bighorn hills.

She struggled in between the fleeting feelings of her throat closing up and vomiting — both only fleeting because they bounced back and forth so quickly between each other that sometimes, she thought that maybe she'd just get it over with and both would happen at once, successfully suffocating her in her own nervous panic. They were already committed. They'd already signed the papers ages ago, making everything as official as it could get, and yet, the thought of standing in front of almost every person they'd ever known, in dresses they'd picked and planned for, talking about said commitment was enough to make her want to run. Except, she knew Tyler would want nothing more than for that to happen, and that very, stubborn thought caused her to stay planted in the room they were currently getting ready in. The burgundy dress pulled tightly around her waist made her feel like every breath was quite possibly her last and Emmy already knew she was going to have to reapply the makeup she was currently putting on. "I don't know if I can do this," She admitted softly, peering at Ty through the mirror.

@tysingh

[robin-bobbin]

Wip dsmp vigilante au but I’m just giving small doodles of wimblr soot getting his powers

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Moondrop and Sunrise: *having a pillow fight*

Bonnie: Aw, twins doing twin things.

Sunrise: *Cain instinct kicks in and he tries to suffocate Moondrop with the pillow*

Bonnie: Oh no.

[archieved-dtvibez]

Sands of Time.

A rather intense game when it came down to it… but the event itself might prove to be far more intense than anyone has planned…

The games started off as usual.

The teams all gathered in their designed areas. Everyone was geared and ready to go…

Though… something was off.

“Hey-- Hey! What gives?!” Tubbo cried out, seeing how he was directly in the middle, trapped in the area where Sand would fall into place. His hands pressed against the glass before him, confused as he scanned the room, spotting his team.

“Woah-!” Niki flinched, ducking somewhat as she turned around. She too was stuck in the middle where the Sand would fall into place. Looking forward, she saw her team. They were just as confused as she was!

“What the hell-??” Ant spoke out, pacing in the small place he assumed was the middle.

“Uhhh…” Ranboo mumbled, tapping on the glass lightly as he looked down to his teammates.

“PHIL!” Tommy yelled out, his tone muffled by the glass he was trapped behind.

“Uhhh, guys??” TapL anxiously mumbled, placing his hands on the glass as he tried to push it out.

“... this isn’t.. right?” 5up mused, giving a rather joking laugh to hide the confusion.

“I think I’m glitched guys-” Fundy laughed, wiping the tear that lingered in the corner of his eye.

“Guys! Guys!!” George shouted, banging on the glass somewhat.

“What-- what??” Seapeekay groaned out, now pressing the glass hard with his hands, trying to push it out.

The teams… actually, ALL the teams were in the same situation. One of their teammates was trapped in the middle. What gives?!

Though, just as they were all questioning what was happening… it seemed like the time started to tick.

“Hello?!” Scott called out. He wasn’t getting any feedback with his fellow crew members over on Noxcrew. It was silent throughout the chat, apart from the teams… Something was wrong.

And.. as if any matters couldn’t get any worse…

Tommy blinked, feeling something… fall over him. Like.. trickling down onto his head. Looking up, he had to instantly close his eyes. Something was falling down onto him!!

“Hey-- Hey-!!” He huffed out, now glancing up once more…and that’s when his blood ran cold.

It was like… a unanimous cry rushed through those trapped in the glass. From screaming to straight up angered confusion… The teams were in hysterics.

Sand was falling onto those trapped.

[ray-does-stuff]

Tw: hugging mention, suffocating mention

Remus: *is hugging Virgil*

Janus: Hey! It’s my turn to hug Virgil!

Janus: *grabs Virgil*

Roman: *kicking down the door* What do you mean, “yOuR tUrN“?

Roman: We agreed now is my time slot!

Remus: No, it’s still my turn!

Virgil: *suffocating* Guys, I love you, but just because I’m the smallest doesn’t mean you can be hugging me constantly!

Janus: But we need the moral support!

Remus: And you’re small. Which is cute!

Roman: If I don’t hug you right now I think the depression will kick in and my body will stop functioning.

Virgil: *close to tears* Well- I, I guess.

[stardustanddaffodils]

leave

i’ll leave someday

chasing after the crowd of millions who have left me behind

waiting for a whisper, someone to call after

“wait don’t go yet i’m not ready to lose you too”

but nobody does— perhaps because i am replaceable, forgettable, have made no real impact— either way, i move along everyone does eventually, and i’m ready to go forward

i’ve come to peace with yesterday we have an agreement, i will give her my love and she will let me move on away from past regrets because i was myself and if i cannot smile when i look back at my journey and all of the places i have been, all of the people i have been to get to now will my life have been worth anything?

i’ll leave someday and perhaps, if i’m lucky, somebody will have loved me enough to cry if i’m luckier, there will be smiles it takes time, i know, after you’re left behind but if there’s somebody who misses me i hope they’ll learn to think of me happily

i think i’ve made peace with it all yesterday and tomorrow promised to let me live in the present and today is always willing to hold me close and let me exist in her arms even if her grip feels suffocating sometimes

i don’t mind the leaving as long as the journey is interspersed with smiles as long as there’s somebody to wave goodbye as long as i won’t bring yesterday or tomorrow into the here and now as long as i can find peace (i think i already have)

some people spend their lives fearing the day they leave others chase it, craving a taste of something beyond i’ve been them, at some point fearing tomorrow and abhorring yesterday but i like to think i’ve found a balance of today, of watching rain on my windows, of hearing birds sing and wind sigh, of smelling the flowers even when i don’t have the time to stop, of tasting something like love as words settle on my tongue, and feeling the world with everything i am

some’s lives are spent running, towards or away from something always looking ahead, looking back, looking anywhere but here i watch them race along, passing me, stalling for a moment of conversation and i look at the place where i am now and i exist the journey and rest stops along the way is the best part of the destination

i’ll leave someday as will everyone, because time moves on and if our weary souls clutter the paths there won’t be room for new footsteps to discover this moment

i don’t mind the journey or the leaving that waits at the end as long as i can leave something behind a small snippet that whispers, i was here and i was flawed but i was alive and my life was beautiful.

taglist: @roman-exe @darwinmaximoff @summer-waves9764​ (summer do you want to be tagged in poetry? lmk if not)