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yaoi-gs · 8 months

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I can’t get over when he grins🥵🔥

Sauce: Hyperventiliation (on Vimeo)

#hyperventilation #yaoi love #yaoi anime #yaoi couple #yaoi #yaoi bl #bl anime #bl love #yaoi recommendation #mignon

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readwatchrepeatblog01 · 8 months

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News - "Mignon" (Anime)

Dopo una lunghissima attesa, finalmente sono stati pubblicati i primi episodi di "Mignon", anime coreano della stessa autrice di "Hyperventilation", Bboon Bbang Kkyu!

Clicca QUI per saperne di più!

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hold-him-down · 8 months

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🚑 Rushed to the hospital

✥ The Hospital Arc - Part 1 ✥

Notes: ~ 18 months in, just a little introduction to a long awaited mini-arc.

Trigger Warnings: Med Whump, Panic Attacks, Hyperventilation, Medical Restraints, Needle Mention, Institutionalized Slavery

✥ ✥ ✥

It was supposed to be a simple enough task. Go to the grocery store. Get the things on the list. Go home and get back to his books and cook dinner and watch the sun set and, if it’s a very good day, once Luke gets home they can watch a movie in Luke’s bed and maybe Luke will hold him, even if just for a little bit.

But it’s not a simple task. Anxiety builds in Leo’s peripheries as he weaves through the aisles, hyper-aware of every person he encounters. It’s busier here than he’s comfortable with, and the noises and the lights and the narrow walkways put him on edge. He urges himself, not for the first time that day, to pull himself together.

Still, he selects items almost carelessly, checking off his mental list as quickly as he can.

It’s because he’s moving too quickly, and he’s too jumpy, and everything is too much, that he makes the mistake. He rounds the corner to the cashier, and his cart nearly collides with someone else’s. He dodges it, issuing an anxious, “I’m sorry,” and tries to keep his head down.

He knows the moment that he sees the scrub bottoms, though, that he’s in trouble. Handler, his mind screams at him. He tries to quiet that voice.

He closes his eyes, taking a breath. Another. Another. The sounds of the store grow distorted, far away and warbly and almost silent against the ringing in his ears.

It’s just a doctor or a nurse. The hospital is nearby. It is not a handler. It’s just a doctor. Maybe it’s Rob. Maybe it’s Luke. It is not a handler. Rationally, Leo knows that the nearest site is over an hour away, and no handler would still be in their scrubs after their shift. Leo’s not thinking rationally, though.

He struggles to pull in air as he forces his eyes open.

The man is staring at him. Does he look angry? He’s speaking to him, he thinks, but he can’t make out the words.

I’m sorry, he tries to say again, but isn’t sure if the words come out.

He takes a step back, raising his hands in apology, and tries to draw in another breath. He’s hyperventilating. His fingers shake as he reaches toward his pocket. If he can call… if he can call Luke, Luke can explain. If he can get home, he has medicine in the pantry he can take, and he can… he can hide somewhere until Luke gets home and helps him. He can… he needs to get home, he tries to say.

The man takes a step toward him, his hands up, mirroring Leo’s. Leo’s eyes dart around the store, but he processes none of what he sees.

He can hear voices behind him, telling the man to back off, he thinks.

“I’m sorry,” he chokes out. “I–” He wants to tell them he’s allowed to be here. That he’s under contract, and that Luke told him to come here. He wants to tell them not to touch him, that if they touch him right now, it’ll be so much worse. He wants to tell them he’s going to be sick. He wants to tell them he can’t breathe.

But all that comes out is another apology, choked off with a sob.

He’s going to black out. He reaches for his wallet, for his phone, for anything. He grasps at whatever memories of Luke’s voice he can find, clutching onto the sound and the words with every piece of rational thought that he has left.

From behind him, he feels hands on his shoulders, and almost instantly, he’s back in training. The handlers are shouting at him, the handlers are holding him down. He’s crying, he’s begging them to let him go. He’ll do better, he cries. He’s so, so, sorry.

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There are hands on him when things come into focus. There are fingers pressing into his neck, there’s a mask over his mouth and nose. Breaths don’t come easily, but they come, chased by a burning pain.

He feels a jolt, and forces his eyes open; he’s in an ambulance, he thinks. He reaches up to take off the mask, to tell the man who’s holding him that he’s okay, to beg him to call Luke and to tell him that Luke will help him. His hands won’t work, though.

“It’s alright,” the man says. “Take it easy.”

Do they know he’s a worker? Do they kn… do they know he’s under contract? He tries to ask them if they’re taking him back to a DLS site, but he can’t. He feels tears pooling in his eyes; he tries to lift his hands again, but canvas straps dig into his wrists at the movement.

He sobs, while a desperate plea that probably isn’t understandable to the man works its way out of his chest. The mask muffles the sound, and the man looks concerned, so Leo lets himself hope that maybe… maybe he’ll listen.

Focusing is difficult. Producing words is even harder.

“Let him talk,” another EMT says, nodding.

The first, the man at his head, says, “Stay calm and breathe, okay? You’re gonna be alright.”

The man is obvious with his movements as his hand closes in on Leo’s face, and Leo shrinks into himself. The moment he’s free from the mask, Leo immediately whispers, “I’m s-sorry,” broken by a kind of panicky gasping.

“It’s okay,” the man responds. Leo’s not unaware of how closely he’s watching him, “You’re not in any trouble. They’ll get everything sorted out at the hospital, you’ll be out of there in no time.”

“C-Can you call Luke?” He swallows, forcing as much air into his lungs as he can. It’s not enough. “B-Bennett,” he whispers. “He’s my… he holds my c-c-c-” His whole body is shaking, and the man puts the mask back over his mouth.

“Your contract,” the other EMT says. She squeezes his hand, eying the strap holding it in place. “They’ll call him as soon as you get checked out,” she continues. “There’s… protocol, we need to follow, with people in the system.”

Luke will come, he tries to tell them. More importantly, he tries to make himself believe it. The world is spotting, though. The handlers’ voices are back in his head. Every time his eyes close, images of restraints, of hands on him, of laughter, of his collar, of tubes and white coats and bright lights and scrubs and pain, force their way to the front.

He can’t quite parse out what’s real and what’s in his head, so he sucks in breath after breath, tears streaming in waves down his cheeks as two hands turn into four hands turn into so many hands, and he's too scared to open his eyes and he's too scared to speak and all he can think of, over and over, is that Luke will come for him. He just needs to be good, and Luke will come for him.

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#didn't do either of the poll asks #because #reasons #the fighter #institutionalized slavery #Med Whump #Panic Attacks #Hyperventilation #Medical Restraints #Needle Mention #Institutionalized Slavery #i will not allow myself to post a different thing until i post part 2 of this thing #so be on the lookout for that like... tomorrow or monday or something #i think it'll be 4 parts total

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luigixfanxayjay · 2 months

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NEW ONE-SHOT FIC EVERYONE!!!!! NEW MARIO ONE-SHOT FOR YOU ANGST FANS TO ENJOY!!!

I made this short Mario writing as a bit of a vent about personal stuff and a movie au/theory. Beware if you read, this will get angsty. 😃

TW tags: violent depections of severe seperation anxiety, trauma, psychogenic pain, panic attack, hyperventilation, and self-blame/self-hatred.

As Mario watched as Luigi left through the door, it was agonizingly slow. Mario was just standing there and filled with worry, unable to do anything.. not even speak or reach out. Suddenly, he felt as if a knife stabbed into his chest. And then another. More and more stab him with more and more force. This wasn't physical, he thought. It was his anxiety. Mario calls out his twin brother's name but he has already been long gone. At that moment he realizes something.. he couldn't breath. He got to focused on his thoughts that he lost contol of his rapid breathing. He starts yelping, screaming, whining and starts pacing at a rapid rate. He steps back and catches his leg on the rug, falling back to the floor. He sits up in terror and starts crawling back with his legs until he hits the bottom of the couch in the living room. Tears well up in his eyes. It felt as if the world was shattering like glass upon his very feet, and all that was left was the very small platform he sat on. He curls himself up into a ball, darting his eyes down to the floor. His chest hurt immensely from such lung overexersion, and he presses both of his hands against his chest as a reflex. He screams, screeching for help at the top of his lungs. He missed his brother and didn't want him hur.. wait, that thought. He was the one who didn't look out for his brother and got him lost anyway. Now he's gonna get hurt without Mario. This was all Mario's fault. His fault, his fault his fault. Suddenly he felt and saw as his arms went limp to his sides. His vision grows blinder. No. No no no no no no no-

"Mario!", a familiar voice screams. "Oh my stars! Breath! Calm down, please!". It was Luigi.

Mario opens his eyes as though it felt like forever. Luigi was sitting down, next to Mario, pressing his gloved hand on Mario's chest. He seemed to have came home in a panic. Mario wasn't sure why, or even why he was doing like this all of a sudden. What caused him to wake up like this? "Shh shh shhhhh..." Luigi consoles. "L-" Mario painfilly hesitates. He couldn't speak either, he still couldn't breath fully. It took a few minutes of silence until Mario could finally breath well again and Luigi finally explains. "I was only gone for 3 minutes! Right when I was about to enter the store, the princess called me to report to me that the neighbor Toads heard you screaming and that she was worr.." Luigi pauses his shaky voice to wipe away the tears that had already started forming, "I.. I thought you were getting killed!". Mario remembers now. Well damn, he scared his brother yet again. You know what?.. he deserves this pain. All of it. "I-.. I hate my-.. se-" Mario mumbles, but is interrupted by Luigi's hugging embrace. "NO! DON'T YOU DARE!", Luigi shrieks. "I do.", Mario achingly denies. "I don't ca-ha-hare! I love you! I-hit's not your fault~!" Luigi sobs. It didn't matter at this point to Mario. He was just so glad Luigi was okay. In the silence broken by Luigi's occasional soft sobs of grief, Mario wondered: Why did he panic? Wasn't he the perfect goody two-shoes? Was something.. wrong?

#seperation anxiety #trauma #panic attack #hyperventilation #super mario #super mario fanfic #angst #tsmbm #the super mario bros movie #sad writing #writers on tumblr #mario au #alternate universe

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painsandconfusion · 2 months

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Close Quarters

Phobia Whumper - Claustrophobic Whumpee - Part 2

I wrote this in 20 minutes because @whumpsday wanted it. Thank Mill, not me XD

(tw: claustrophobia trigger, manhandling, bruises, self defense wounds, hyperventilation, panic attack, suffocation / unconsciousness)

[Previous | Masterpost]

Whumpee whined, wrist twisting in Whumper’s grip. Not much- not nearly enough for them to be trying to get out. Just. Just testing the waters, okay?? Not more than that. Not fighting back in a way that was punishable or categorizable as defiance.

“I- pl-ease, sir, I’m j-”

He just breathed a laugh as he unlocked the broom closet by the kitchen, holding it open to display the small, dusty interior. “Just what? What, you think this is a punishment or something?”

Whumpee froze, starting up at him with confusion, pleading, and desperation.

Whumper’s head tilted, free hand lifting to dab away a tear Whumpee hadn’t realized escaped their eye. “No, darlin’, this is just fun.” He tugged them toward the threshold of the closet.

Whumpee yelped, pulling back. Okay, now they were fighting back in a categorizably defiant way. “N-no please-don–” They squeaked as their feet slipped against the floorboards, crashing them down on their ass.

Even them, they were writhing, desperately trying to get away from the little closet. Not again. Anything else- there wasn’t even a light in there!”

Whumper just laughed, reaching down to bruise a grip on their arm and body them up again.

Air rushed past Whumpee, then sputtered out of their throat as the wooden shelves inside the closet bashed against their spine.

Panic began to swirl as Whumper blocked the door - and most of the light - taking up most of the door’s frame with his own. Hot tears were slicking their bangs to their cheeks as they fumbled back to upright. “N-nonono-no please-d- don’t leave me here-!” They grabbed pathetically for Whumper, expecting to be shoved back against the wall again.

..they weren’t

Whumper hummed, arms settling down around them. Snuggling them in close. “Aright.”

Whumpee didn’t fight it. Not in the slightest. They buried their face against his chest, trying their best to claw down a sob that hiccuped at the base of their lungs. “thh-hankyou-” They held him back as best they could, desperately trying to show some kind of appreciation for the mercy. Their arms were shaking far too hard to stretch out, but their fingers gripped into the flannel that brushed against their skin, praying for the panic to subside soon. If they kept crying he’d be angry.

“Let’s get settled, then…” One of Whumper’s arms unwrapped enough to reach behind him, and.

He.

He pulled the door shut.

Whumpee’s head snapped up as darkness enveloped them - so much more than before. It suffocated them, echoing heartbeats against the paneled walls and their inner ear.

They immediately tried squirming back. “N-no y-”

“Shhhhh-” Whumper chided, pushing their back against the wall again. “You didn’t want me to leave you. So I’m not leaving.”

Fresh panic shot down Whumpee’s spine.

This was-

They w-

The walls w-

They didn’t both fit!!!

There was barely room for them in here, let alone him-

Whumpee’s breaths were coming faster and faster, sticky lungs sucking down greedy, pointless fustfulls of air that did nothing to ease the burning ache of desperation. “Th-at’s n-not wh-”

Whumper pressed a hand over their mouth - more in warning than actually blocking sound. “You asked. I answered. Are you going to be ungrateful?”

Whumpee’s entirely body was trembling. Toes falling numb, their knees buckled. They thought they’d at least be able to slide to the ground, but Whumper pressed his weight tighter against them, pinning them in place against the pitch black wood.

A sob sputtered out their lips, and their arms and legs were moving without their consent. Shoving. Kicking. Hitting. Anything to move. Anything to get some air-

For several bizarre moments, they imagined a cave-in. Their mind didn’t care that they were above ground or that the closet was probably the safest place to be if the house were coming down. They needed to be out-

Tears and spit and snot sucked their throat tight as they thrashed, sobbing incoherent protestation filling the room and suffocating them more.

Whumper just chuckled, nose dipping to nuzzle against their neck. His hands stayed firmly on them, keeping them pressed against him as the pain drowned out everything in their mind.

It lasted for years. Or moments. Days. Hours. They had no idea.

They noticed flashes of white-hot pain through the panic, but couldn’t tell where they came from. It didn’t matter. Pain didn’t matter. They couldn’t breathe- couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak.

Everything was sucked away from them moment by moment and worsened by Whumper’s weight pressing them harder against the wall.

Flooded eyes desperately searched for any source of light to prove to them that the walls weren’t getting closer and closer. No streak of radiance in the darkness denied what their mind pressed on full display.

Whumpee couldn’t tell you how long it took. They didn’t know.

But one way or another, the blessed mercy of suffocation let them crumpled unconscious into Whumper’s arms. Free at last from the walls.

They're UNCONCIOUS, not dead. Just felt the need to clarify that.

Here, have some bonus picrews because I love Ven and Brie.

[Previous | Masterpost]

(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @heathenwhump @paleassprincess @distinctlywhumpthing @villainsvictim @wormwriting @rainbowsandwhumperflies @thecitythatdoesntsleep @whumpworld @bandages-andobsessions @deltaxxk @whumpasaurus101 @whumpsday @hold-back-on-the-comfort )

#claustrophobia trigger #hyperventilation #panic attack #suffocation #unconsciousness #self defense wounds #manhandling #claustrophobia #claustrophobiv whumpee #ven #ven terris #they were too panik to poet :(#sadness #fuck i love ven #anyway

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weirdstrangeandawful · 2 months

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By the way, your fingers get numb and tingly when you have too little carbon dioxide in your blood even before reaching dangerous levels.

This happens to me when I overbreathe. My blood oxygen drops sometimes and I hyperventilate and often end up overcompensating and breathing off my carbon dioxide. This can also happen with panic attacks too. My body always figures itself out but just a tasty little whump nugget for your various I-want-to-cause-terrifying-but-benign-symptoms whump needs.

(It can be not benign if it gets to the point of respiratory alkalosis if you want to go that route too)

#whump #whump prompt #medical whump #hyperventilation #overbreathing #respiratory alkalosis

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esunapesimaidea · 9 months

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rrain-writes · 26 days

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@badthingshappenbingo: Shaking and Shivering

Characters: Twilight, The Chain, Ordon Village

Warnings: Hyperventilating, falling into ice

Twilight woke to someone jumping on him, and a young voice cheering excitedly.

"Link!" Colin said, grin across his face. The chain had ended up in Ordon village, much to Twilgiht's delight. They had only been there a day, but everyone had quickly settled and been introduced to his family.

"Link, it's snowing! An' the lake is frozen over!"

Twilight laughed as he sat up, rubbing sleep from his eyes. It was good to hear his brother’s voice again.

"Well, I guess we better get out there, huh?”

Colin nodded and jumped up, running out of the room. Meanwhile, people stirred around him. Wind was already awake, staring out the window with his eyes wide.

Twilight stood and scruffed his hair, but the sailor was too in awe to even bat the hand away. Twilight chuckled. “I forgot you’ve never seen snow before. Wanna come outside?”

Wind gasped in delight, promptly running over to where Hyrule, Wild and Four were.

“Come on!” He called to them, before disappearing through the door excitedly.

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When everyone was wearing appropriate clothing, they gathered down by the lake. Beth and Colin were already there, sword fighting with hooked sticks.

“Uh, Twilight?” Hyrule asked. His eyes were drawn to Twilight’s shoes. “What are you wearing?”

Ilia had wandered over as Hyrule asked the question, and laughed. She was also sporting an odd pair of lace up shoes, that had thin blades attacthed to the soles. “They’re so you can slide on the ice.” She answered. “It’s for a game here in Ordon.”

Ilia offered another one of the hooked sticks she was holding to Twilight, who accepted it before turning to the chain. “Want a demonstration?”

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The people of Ordon village had divded themselves into two teams, before gliding out onto the ice with their bladed shoes. Mayor Bo stood in the centre of the lake, dividing the teams, and he held a smallish round object.

Everyone tensed, and the Link’s all leant forward in anticipation, waiting to see how the game would go. Twilight and Ilia, who seemed to be the captains of each team, faced each other in the centre.

Then Mayor Bo dropped the disc.

Twilight and Ilia immedietly fought for control over it using their sticks, and Twilight emerged victorius. He hit it towards Colin, who took it and skated towards their makeshift goal. Colin hit the puck towards Twilight who sped along beside him, but it was intercepted by Uli, who turned around to go the other direction.

One thing the chain took notice of was the Twilight was fast. He slid along the ice with his bladed shoes as if he had been doing it his whole life (which he probably had), and quickly drew himself parallel to Uli. Rusl, who was standing at the goal, braced himself.

The game was going fine. Competetive and enjoyable, with everyone standing around the lake cheering on the players. Then a sharp crack echoed across the lake.

Twilgith let out a cry, arms flinging out as the ground underneath him dissapeared. The gap at his feet caught on his shoes, and the chain could only watch as their brother fell down.

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Twilight skated forwards, inline with Uli who was heading towards her goal. Rusl stood in the goals, ready for her to shoot. Twilight went to snatch the puck away from his adoptive mother, when a loud crack caught his attention.

First there was the sickening realisation that the ice had broken. Then there was the intense feeling of COLD that engulfed him, taking over his body. Then there was what Rusl called the ‘cold shock response’, and he felt his lungs tighten, which caused him to gasp for air that wasn’t there.

The icy water that he inhaled only made him freeze up more, and he felt himsef begin to hyperventilate. ‘Don’t panic, control your breathing’ Uli would tell him. It was a shame his brain and body didn’t seem to want to listen to reason.

COLD. It screamed.

COLD.

He couldn’t feel anything.

AIR. It gasped.

AIR.

He couldn’t breathe.

Alarm bells went off in his head. He was going to drown, he was going to drown, he was going to-

‘If you fall into the ice, you have to stay calm.’

He knew that voice. His panicked brain might not be able to identify who it belonged to, but he knew he could trust it.

‘Find where you fell through and orientate yourself.’

There. There was the hole in the ice. Twilight forced his freezing limbs to move, andwith great difficulty, reached up and grabbed onto the edge of the solid ice above him.

‘Get into a horizontal position, and kick your legs. This will help you pull yourself onto the ice.’

He did. He kicked his legs, and hauled himself up, spluttering as he pulled his head above the water.

‘Don’t try to stand up. Roll yourself out of the water.’

With a shuddering gasp, Twilight rolled himself out, panting heavily. He didn’t remember much after that. Someone gently helping him back inside, someone fussing over him.

“Let’s get you warm, hey?”

That sounded good.

#fan fiction #linked universe #lu #bad things happen bingo #shaking and shivering #ice hockey #hyperventilation #twilight #lu twilight

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haveyoureadthiscomic-poll · 4 months

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#hyperventilation #bboungbbangkkyu #yaoi #yaoi manhua #yaoi manhwa #tokyopop #poll

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theknucklehead · 1 month

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Lime Chiffon hyperventilating in a paper bag.

At least we know where she gets it from.

Even her closet friend Bread Pudding is not immune to doing it.

#strawberry shortcake #berry in the big city #lime chiffon #bread pudding #dr. lime pops #hyperventilation #paper bag #stress #breathing #panic attack #like father like daughter

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ilovereadingandstuff · 3 months

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WhY WAS I SO NORMALLY WATCHING A NEW ANIME AND AFO APPEARS OUT OF NOWHERE?!?!

Hyperventilacion (yaoi), ep 5.

BNHA, ch. 407

those are THE SAME FKING PICTURES MAN!!!

AFO, GET OUT OF HERE!!!

#afo #all for one #hyperventilation #It's not funny when i'm hating that exact same character just as i hate afo's guts #i'm hating to guys at the same time #but one is homophobic and the other is gay #guess which one is which #bnha 407

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yaoi-gs · 8 months

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My favs🥵🥹

Sauce: Hyperventilation (Ep.7 on Vimeo)

#hyperventilation #yaoi love #yaoi #yaoi bl #yaoi couple #yaoi recommendation #bl love #bl anime #boy love #yaoi anime

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fluffykittyscientist · 4 months

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Why does everyone always notice when I'm crying, but they do not pay attention to my hyperventilation accompanying the said crying?

"You have to ask if you don't understand something." Well, sure, if you do not suffer from elective mutism.

"Conversation is the key." Well, sure, if you do not suffer from social anxiety.

"It's not a big deal, it's not the end of the world." Well, yeah, I know?? Just because I am crying and hyperventilating doesn't mean I am not aware of it. It doesn't mean I view it as the end of the world.

Please learn that crying can be spontaneous. Crying isn't a choice. Sometimes you can't control it. You just have to watch, a mere spectator of your own body, and wait until you calm down.

And it totally doesn't help when they ask you questions, prompt you to talk. What do you expect me to do? Stop my hyperventilation? You'll just make me annoyed. Irritated. Which only fuels the crying and hyperventilation.

It has to end on its own. Give it some time.

#crying #hyperventilation #vent #tw vent #van's post

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lgbtqmanga · 1 year

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Follow Kyou and Shin as their relationship deepens while they work together to stay alive in this all new supernatural erotic drama by SAKIRA!

Shonen Note: Boy Soprano vol. 1 by Yuhki Kamatani

Yutaka Aoi is sweet, sensitive, and loves singing...so much so that he can’t help but be brought to tears whenever he listens to beautiful music. He also has a talent few boys have: He can sing soprano. So when Yutaka overhears his middle school’s choir group perform, he can’t resist joining in. Inspired by the angelic sound of Yutaka’s voice, the choir eagerly accepts him into their ranks. But when Yutaka’s voice begins to change as he enters puberty, the journey ahead will be one of self-discovery and reflection for not only himself, but also for those around him.

SHWD vol. 1 by sono.N

A hardboiled yuri tale about two special agent women fighting supernatural horrors!

Special Hazardous Waste Disposal (or SHWD) has a mission to destroy mysterious biological weapons left behind after the last war. Though SHWD mostly hires men, their newest recruit, Koga, a buff female operative, is assigned to Sawada, the only other woman in the Tokyo branch. Before long, Koga finds herself falling for Sawada, whose powerful psyche compliments Koga’s big muscles. Together, the unlikely duo must confront monsters beyond their wildest nightmares. Office romance meets buddy cops meets yuri horror!