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my ocs

characters whose sexuality is "i'm under way too much stress to figure that shit out rn"

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Bold of you to assume anon is a he

First time sending hate mail kinda nervous

Come on everyone! lets cheer him on!

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me fr (idk who the original poster of this, found it on pinterest with no credit)

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vent/rant/idfk

this one talks about attempts/depression/problems/mental health so be warned

life is basically unlivable for me. not physically. i'm not chronically ill, i'm not amputated, i'm not any of that. but i'm probably autistic, i'm severely depressed, anxious. i can't thrive in school conditions because it takes me several hundred repeats for me to learn anything and after the first 3 or 4 attempts teachers give up on me. i can't thrive at home, i'm always looked down upon by elders, being bullied by my parents for my inability to do anything right the first time and they just think it's just harmless teasing. i can't thrive with friend groups online or irl, because every time i open up about my problems they just leave me because why hang out with a guy whose nothing but problems. i can't share anything about my interests because most of them are "cringe" worth, are dead fandoms, or are otherwise unknown.

getting embarrassed is a daily thing for me. because i can't do anything right. i'm getting laughed at because i can't do what other people can. i cry, i weap, i sob every single day because not a single person wants to help me when i fail. if they don't laugh they just stare from the sidelines and don't help. the only famous person i looked up to, whose content helped me at my worst is dead. and just thinking about him makes my days worse because my only source of comfort and a healthy coping mechanism is gone. long gone. and i can't find another one that works for long periods of time.

people look at me, see someone suffering and then ignore me. i give out everything to help others but i get fuck all back. i burn myself out just to help others, i destroy my sleep schedule to be there for my friends across the globe. i suck in my stomach to look better for my "friends" because having someone overweight near them is embarrassing. i do everything for others and never get anything back and the moment i start focusing on myself i get called selfish and a narc.

i can't win in life. either i'm hated by everything and everyone to the point of attempting or i'm shoved in the spotlight and forced to be perfect to the point of attempting.

i can't get professional help because i'm underage and to get a therapist i'd need either my parents to sign me up for one or to get forwarded by the school's psychiatrist. but i can't get forwarded by the psychiatrist because every time i get the courage to go see her i shut down and i'm physically unable to say what's wrong.

i'm just so fucking done with life.

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Immortal!Male!Reader x Cole Cassidy (third person)

cw: passing mention of an explosion and reader getting hurt

I mean what's better? Getting to see Overwatch in action or getting saved by the Cole Cassidy?

Y/N would never admit it, but he was obsessed with Cassidy. For as long as he could remember, that cowboy was all that he could think about.

Who cares if he just almost got killed, Cole Cassidy was standing right in front of him! His back was, anyways. Y/N was on the ground, his back against a wall from the initial, but small explosion. Y/N had been the lone victim in this crime.

"Everything alright?" Cassidy asked, turning to look at Y/N, he looked like an angel the way the setting sun backlit him, Y/N violently nodded, unable to mutter a single word.

"Are you sure?" Cassidy asked, getting closer, "yeah!" Y/N replied, panicking a little, trying to scramble back, but being unable to. "you do know you've got shrapnel lodged in your shin, right?" Cassidy then asked, crouching next to Y/N.

"Huh?" was all Y/N could mutter as his brows furrowed, his eyes trailing down from Cassidy's eyes to his own shin.

Lo and behold, there was a large chunk of metal lodged in his shin.

"Huh." Y/N hummed. He had lived a few lifetimes and this one was the first time he'd actually gotten severely hurt. He could tell Cassidy was freaking out slightly, "hey," Cassidy said, catching Y/N's attention, "what about you keep your eyes on me?" he said, that was pretty much code for 'that is way too serious for me to help, i'm going to distract you until help can arrive'.

"Okay..?" Y/N hummed, but not really doing what Cassidy had asked him to, and directly looking at the wound once more. "hey," Cassidy said, bringing his finger beneath YN/'s chin and pushing it up, "are you gonna listen to me?" he asked in a joking manner.

Y/N could swear he was as red as a tomato from the gesture, "Mercy's on her way, just try to keep your eyes on me 'kay?" he said as he removed his hand, taking off his hat and placing it on Y/N's head, "so, kid, how old are you?" Cassidy asked, keeping his mind occupied.

Y/N didn't really know how to answer that, by literal years he was around 126, but saying that would make Cassidy question him, "26." Y/N replied, removing the 100 from his age, it seemed the best choice.

Cassidy chuckled "so not really a kid anymore, huh?" he joked, Y/N chuckled "you could say that," he said, "but i'm still a kid at heart," he continued, "yeah i get you on that, i feel like a kid myself sometimes" Cassidy replied, turning slightly as Mercy got there.

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being sick and doing nothing all day is fun until you missed the day of school you wanted to actually to go to like bitch i missed the best day of the week i'm gonna cry

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i love

getting headaches

from being tired

(i've slept a collective ~24 hours in the past week. it is thursday)

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i hate it how my school's vending machines almost always operate with coins or paypal only. i don't have enough coins or a paypal. and the only vending machine that takes credit card doesn't have pepsi

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i remember when pepsi rebranded here recently. the first time the rebranded and reformulated pepsi hit the shelves here i bought it cuz i'm basically addicted and had ran out. the first sip of the fist can tasted like shit it /srs tasted like wax (don't ask me how i know how wax tastes like) and then the after taste was just plastic-y dog water, but then i had my second can and it tasted fine so i can't tell if the first can was somehow off or if i just got used to the shit taste so quick