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Stupid donut, you think you can seduce me with impunity.

On my old server, there was a character named ßillyßadass.

This never failed to make me laugh, because that letter is not pronounced like B. It is a sharp S. 

Д as an aesthetic A? Дon’t be a дumbass.

И as an aesthetic N? don’t be sillи.

П as another aesthetic N? stoп it.

У as an aesthetic Y? ty bad.

Ш or Щ as an aesthetic W? nope. it’s “sh” and “shch”!

Я as an aesthetic R? surprise! it’s “ya”.

Here's the general art style Chinese mountains are drawn in:

And here's how some of them actually look:

1. I would initially think "what the fuck" and be distracted from the anxiety. (Correct.)

2. The cold of the ice would shock my system, bringing me back to the physical world and reality, drawing my focus to the cold in my mouth, and keep my brain away from thinking "I'm panicking, I must be dying." (Correct.)

When you go into fight or flight mode, non-crucial body functions stop working so you have more energy to do what you need to do to survive (oooor to spiral into a panic attack). By forcing yourself to make saliva it helps calm you down because since fight or flight is an all or nothing response, they can’t happen at the same time.

Anxiety is an emotional thing BUT there are feedback systems in place in your body that pay attention to physical states as well, which is why you then experience raised heart rate and so on when anxious. Eliminate or confuse one feedback system? Reduce anxiety.

Resonance: a Voltron/Star Wars Fusion

2.6k | Sheith | not part of Those Before Us | written for a zine that never went, so here it is | Happy May The Fourth :) summary:

Life as an officer in the Empire is predictable and monotonous. It’s all Keith knows. It’s all life is. It doesn’t matter if it’s not fulfilling.

At least, that’s what he thinks before Jakku.

Excerpt:

The pilot’s gaze flickers from Sendak to Keith.

Everything - slows. 

There’s fear in the pilot’s gaze, sure. Everyone’s afraid of Sendak. That isn’t what’s startling. What’s startling is the depths of those eyes, the way the light of too-many fires reflects in them. The pilot’s dark brown eyes stare back at Keith in a mingled mix of fear and determination, of startling courage and open terror, of surprise and just the hint of a desperate plea -

Keith’s breath catches in his throat. He’s stood at Sendak’s shoulder in front of prisoners before. This situation is no different. This shouldn’t be any different. This - 

“Take him away,” Sendak orders, and Keith’s whole world shifts.

He’s never seen eyes like that before.

I just updated a fic that I hadn't updated in like a year and a half because someone left a comment. And I'm looking at working on my other fics because I reread the comments people left.