i-write-sad-stuff-apparantly

[i-write-sad-stuff-apparantly]

Prompt 15

Blame. That’s a fun word. Until it’s what your world is made of. When everything you do, is wrong. And you always get blamed for how other people interpret it.

Eventually, when you’re to blame for everything, you can shut down.

I did.

Emotions were shut down, for a few years. I stopped talking, mostly.

After all, when I showed an emotion, I was to blamed for having it in the first place. Or for how people responded to my emotion.

When I spoke, I had to be careful with what I said. Because I was responsible for how people interpreted what I said.

When I left, it was the best decision ever. My life was mine. My emotions, my words, no one was there to act as if it was all wrong.

It was heaven. I was free.

[i-write-sad-stuff-apparantly]

What are the chances😂😂

OH.

As always, late to the party, but I just found out I can do polls too:

[i-write-sad-stuff-apparantly]

Welcome back friend!!

I hope this time around it goes easier for you, mental health struggles are hard and suck.

We missed you, and we’re happy you’re back!!

You ever just have a person you see every day? Like you don't know their name or anything. Maybe you see them at the bus stop or you pass each other every Tuesday at the grocery store and they always give a little wave. But then out of nowhere, one day it just stops. It feels silly, because you didn't really know them. Hell, you never even talked to them, but it feels like a constant in your life has changed and you've lost a friend you didn't even realize you had.

I feel so unbelievably saddened for some reason seeing them gone. I had gotten so used to seeing them liking and reblogging all of my posts with quippy tags that I enjoyed reading practically every day and I would occasionally see and like their posts from time to time too. I still remember getting excited seeing their profile picture popping up in my notifications and wondering what they might have said to a post I uploaded. I never engaged with them at all, never said anything, but it was just nice to see them.

I feel like I'm going through mourning.

What's worse is I don't think they'll ever see this and know what they meant to me as a follower, as a fellow Sterek, as just a user that occupied the same space as me.

So, I know it might not feel like it, especially in the cold vastness of the internet where it feels like you're shouting out into the void, but whether you realize it or not, someone somewhere sees you and a small part of their day won't be as bright if you were gone.

I don't say it enough (or at all, really) but I really do appreciate and enjoy all the people who interact with my blog in any positive way. Yes, I notice you people who like and reblog literally everything I've ever posted, yet still don't follow me (and, no, I don't take it personally). Yes, I do recognize people's profiles who have followed me since the beginning and always pop up. And I read every reblog, every tag, and every comment and I very much do laugh or consider responding to each and every one but I always hold back for the sake of keeping my blog decluttered for a better viewing experience for the rest of my followers. And, yes, I do notice when someone who's followed me for a long time, or has even interacted with me personally, suddenly unfollows me without any indication as to why (and, yes, it does make me a little sad). I might not say anything or respond, but if you've shown up in my notifications a good number of times, or have added anything in the tags when reblogging, I absolutely do notice you and have read the little things you've written and it makes my day better and I will absolutely miss you if you were suddenly gone. I even considered making a follower appreciation post once but quickly realized that would take ages and I would inevitably miss someone and make them feel bad.

To make a long story short, I see all of you and if you have ever interacted with any of my stuff in a positive way, you absolutely have carved out a little area for yourself in a corner of my mind. I appreciate you all, love you all, and would, without a doubt miss you.

@haleshomeforthederanged, I hope you're tearing it up out there in the real world or hopefully still skulking around here on a different account. Either way, Imma miss ya.

[i-write-sad-stuff-apparantly]

Prompt 14

She turned away from her mother as she made another passive aggressive comment. Each day was the same. The word “no” didn’t mean much in this house. And that is what she had learned to deal and live with.

Follow your mother, so you can keep breathing.

Follow your mother, so you don’t cry yourself to sleep.

Follow your mother. That’s all that matters.

Save your tears, never show them. That’s what she taught herself. Don’t let them know you’re upset, it only makes things worse.

Her reality may seem grim, but it won’t be that way forever. Just for now. She hopes.

[i-write-sad-stuff-apparantly]

Prompt 13

As I watched, the children jumped into the river only run out of it again within seconds with laughter.

I was like that once. A child. Young, carefree. And now here I am. Dead. Watching as the next generation enjoys life like I once did.

At the same time I’m hoping they don’t suffer like I did. But even I can’t stop that. After all, I’m just a ghost, who can only watch the world, and pray it doesn’t end again.

[i-write-sad-stuff-apparantly]

Prompt (?) 12

MENTIONS BLOOD LIKE EVERY SENTENCE MY BAD

All they could see was blood.

Blood on the mirror.

Blood on the floor.

Blood on the wall.

Blood on the little key holder.

Just blood.

Whose blood? What happened?

There was no noise. Just blood. Nothing else. The smell was penetrating everything. The blood itself seeping deeper into everything the longer it was there.

It stayed there for years. It stayed on the wall. On the floor. On the key holder. No one knew whose blood it was, where it came from, or how long it had been there.

Nothing would move in the house. And it’s most prominent feature, slowly lost its colour, as it seeped into the material, and ruined it for ages to come.

[i-write-sad-stuff-apparantly]

Prompt 11

The door flew off of its hinges and 3 figures ran into the room.

“B!” One of them said as they crouched in front of the small figure. Instead B reacting happy and relieved, like their friends had expected, they simply curled up. Softly they started begging their once friends to just leave them alone while A tried to get them to look up, without result.

B just looked scared, and broken. A completely different person from who their friends had once known.

“Please. Please let me help you.” A’s voice cracked, heartbroken seeing their friend like this.

“You can’t help me,” was all they got in return.

[i-write-sad-stuff-apparantly]

Prompt 10

The sky was red. The once green, lively field was covered in the bodies of those who were just trying to protect. The safety, serenity and peace of the field had been forever disturbed. No longer did it smell of grass and pretty flowers. Now it smelled of death, rot and misery. In just a few hours, the whole place and its energy had completely changed into the opposite of what it used to represent.

The villain simply looked over the field, grinning. Finally, they had won. All of the idiots that had been stopping them for years had fallen. They were the only one standing. Or so the thought. A bloodcurling scream from nearby and as the villain turned around, they saw something that could even break their cold heart. A small child, sobbing on their knees, craddling the hand of one of the bodies.

[i-write-sad-stuff-apparantly]

Prompt 9

It had been a long day already. Everyone was exhausted so no one noticed when A slipped out of the room to the hallway. They just needed one minute. One minute of silence, one minute of focusing on their own emotions, and one minute of being alone. The town was safe. Their friends were safe. Peace had returned everywhere but in their head. This one minute of peace and silence would make sure they could survive the rest of the day. It’s all they needed. They leaned back against the wall, face aimed at the ceiling, slowing their breathing as if trying to hold a panic attack at bay. 

Than a new ray of light entered the hallway. Before it disappeared again. Their hand was grabbed and they were lead further down the hallway to a new room. Two arms wrapped around them, accompanying the warmth they hadn’t known they craved. They didn’t return the gesture, nor did they respond. They just closed their eyes and let it happen, as that was just what they needed.

[i-write-sad-stuff-apparantly]

Prompt 8

Yes hello I’m back from the dead also known as writers block lol

“The world is in ruins. People are starving and millions have already died. Farm animals are basically extinct, pets have become feral again. Mother Nature has decided to take her planet back. She is done with humanity and it’s mistakes.”

[i-write-sad-stuff-apparantly]

[i-write-sad-stuff-apparantly]

Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sheriff Stilinski & Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Allison Argent, Lydia Martin, Derek Hale, Jackson Whittemore, Danny Mahealani, Greenberg (Teen Wolf), Claudia Stilinski
Additional Tags: Stiles Stilinski is Pushed Out of the Pack, Stiles is lonely, Bad Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), mentioned Derek Hale - Freeform, The Hale Pack - Freeform, Bad Friend Erica Reyes, Bad Friend Vernon Boyd, bad friend Isaac Lahey, Werewolf Jackson Whittemore, Slightly Altered Timeline, Dead Claudia Stilinski, Mentioned Claudia Stilinski - Freeform
Summary: When Scott got bitten he gained lots of new friends, leaving Stiles behind. Slowly Stiles stops chasing him and realises he’s better alone than trying to rescue their friendship. but that doesnt mean he’s not hurt

[i-write-sad-stuff-apparantly]

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Isaac Lahey/Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey & Scott McCall
Characters: Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Chris Argent, Isaac Lahey
Additional Tags: Scott McCall (Teen Wolf) has PTSD ‐ Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, chris is scott’s stepdad, Scisaac - Freeform, between season 3a and 3b, Teen Wolf, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Oneshot, One Shot
Summary: AU where the alpha pack temporarily kidnapped scott, takes place between 3a and 3b After having dealt with the darach and the alpha pack, Scott can’t help but get lost in his head sometimes. Luckily Isaac is there to help him calm down a little.

[i-write-sad-stuff-apparantly]

you fucked up

idk what you’re referring to but probably

[i-write-sad-stuff-apparantly]

Prompt 6

We have another poooossstttt, the day before my history exammmm

I never claimed I was smart okay. Enjoy!

Oh and there’s a minor swear warning. FYI

“You’re-you’re leaving?”

“Yeah.”

“Why? I thought we were doing great, did I do something, what is it?”

B was rambling again. They always do that when they get nervous, or in this case, scared. A was always able to calm them down, but this time they are the reason for B’s fear and rambling.

“You didn’t do anything. I swear. It’s just that this town, it’s a mess and it’s-it’s eating me up. I can’t stay here.”

“Then why not take me with you.” A looked away at B’s harsh tone. They rarely used it and it scared the hell out of them.

“You’re part of this place. Taking you will just-”

“So I’m part of the problem?”

A really didn’t want to have this conversation with B. They won’t even let them finish their sentence for God's sake.

“B, listen to me. You’re part of this town, and this town is part of you. I’d never ask you to leave everyone here-“

“But? I can hear the but A.”

A sighed. “But, I wouldn’t let you come with me even if you wanted to. Because I don’t want to deal with you anymore.”

And just like that, B’s heart shattered. Deal with them? What the hell does that even mean? “The hell do you mean deal with me? I have been dealing with your bullshit the past three years! I almost got killed because of you!”

“B-”

“No, you know what? Fine. Leave. Leave and never come back. You don’t wanna deal with me, and I don’t wanna deal with you.” B turned around and continued what they were doing before A walked in. Acting as if this never happened. But it did. Good thing they’ve been ignoring their problems for years now.

Now that annoyed A. They couldn’t just turn their back on them. “You’re really gonna act like this now?”

No response.

“B. Look at me.”

No response.

“Fine. Whatever. Sorry I bothered you or something.” And just like that, A left. They left the building, and then the town. They didn’t look back once, while B tried to not cry, as they had just lost someone they never thought they would lose.

[i-write-sad-stuff-apparantly]

Prompt 5

Hey so uh, this one came into existence cause of a song that gave me sad flashbacks vibes so.. idk if a warning is necessary but imma put one just in case.

Enjoy!

Warning: dead character

The casket was lowered into the ground.

I could hear crying.

I’m not sure who’s crying. It could be the few people that are here to say goodbye to A, but it could also be me.

As some time passed, almost everyone had left to grief together. Not me. I couldn’t move. All I could do was stare at the casket, now in the ground, as my brain flooded with memories.

The first time I saw them.

The first time I saw them laugh.

That one time at the beach.

Our first sleepover.

Our first date.

Graduation.

I shake my head to make the memories stop. But they don’t.

That time we had a pillow fight.

That time they got their dream job.

Prom.

Christmas.

Our Skype calls.

Our texts.

Our life.

Finally someone rips me free from my thoughts. It’s B. They give me a small smile and take my hand before they slowly lead me away from the casket, and towards the building.

I guess this really was goodbye.

[i-write-sad-stuff-apparantly]