#like REALLY sorry

[one-real-wrimonkey]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: RWBY Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Qrow Branwen/Clover Ebi, Qrow Branwen & Winter Schnee, Qrow Branwen & Robyn Hill, Robyn Hill & Winter Schnee, Qrow Branwen & Taiyang Xiao Long Characters: Qrow Branwen, Tyrian Callows, Winter Schnee (RWBY), Willow Schnee, Taiyang Xiao Long Additional Tags: Post-Volume 9 (RWBY), Post-Volume 8 (RWBY), Vacuo (RWBY), Winter Maiden Winter Schnee (RWBY), Blood, Blood and Injury, Warning: Tyrian Callows, Qrow Branwen Needs a Hug, Qrow Branwen Gets a Hug, Sober Qrow Branwen, Grief/Mourning, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Loss, Winter Schnee Needs a Hug, Good Sibling Winter Schnee, Revenge, Past Character Death, Blood Loss, Mentioned Summer Rose (RWBY), Polyamorous Raven Branwen/Summer Rose/Taiyang Xiao Long, Poison, Hallucinations, Ghosts, Volume 9 (RWBY), Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt No Comfort, Please Don't Kill Me Series: Part 26 of My RWBY Fic Collection Summary:

Tyrian Callows shows up outside of Vacuo, and Qrow Branwen sees red. This monster took Clover, he will make sure he can't take anyone else. Their battle leads deep into the desert. Both are out for blood. Winter and Robyn race to catch up before it's too late.

[pinksikhewei]

Fly Away, Little Pretty Bird. (Where The Cold Winter Winds Don’t Blow).

Joel heard the faint clomp of Abby’s boots come toward him, and Ellie’s cries grew more desperate.

”Please don’t, please don’t, please.”

Oh.

Joel braced himself, visions of his Ellie blasting through his hurting head like a breath of fresh air.

A sharp pain in his neck, a scream that went right to his heart, then nothing.

Then, everything.

Word count: 1,005

Content: Joel’s point of view during his death with weaved in pieces of what people call a “memory recall.” AKA, The brain is active for seven minutes after death.

Warnings for major character death, of course, and hurt/no comfort <3 Joel does NOT get up in this fic I want to make that very clear 😭

A/n: I FINISHED THIS EPISODE YESTERDAY AND IT ACTUALLY FUCKED ME UP. SO I HAD TO WRITE ABOUT IT

Reblogs/notes appreciated! Crossposted to Ao3

Play this song and then queue up Into The Light by John Murphy (yes the gotgv3 one)

💕

“Joel, get up.”

Joel laid there, deep red blood running down his face and dripping onto the cold floor.

He could hardly see her, then, through the dark spots and the pain.

”Joel, fucking get up!”

Joel’s deadweight hand flicked up a finger. He needed to show Ellie he was there; he could see her, hear her, feel the sound of her screams deep in his battered gut. His Eliie.

This was it, he knew it deep down. He was failing, and this time it wasn’t in his sleep. It wasn’t a dream he could wake up from.

He knew he would never wake up again. He would never hear Tommy’s laugh, Dina’s voice calling out to him. He’d never hear Ellie happy again.

Joel was fighting for it, fighting to stay awake. He hadn’t been in the start, but by god did he hate the idea of dying in front of the girl who had seen so much death.

“Everyone who I ever loved has left me, except for fucking you.”

Oh Ellie, sweet Ellie. She didn’t deserve this— Joel knew that. He’d known that since the day he met her, when she was so much smaller and so much more afraid.

Everything seemed to move so fast, yet so painstakingly slow, like molasses.

She didn’t deserve this. He was failing again, and this time it wasn’t in his sleep.

Joel hated the way his heavy body wouldn’t move. His head lifted only a touch, but every inch of his bones and skin flamed with hurt and aches. It was as if he was glued to the ground, stuck to the chill of the hardwood.

He wished he could just get up and help Ellie. Christ, she was probably next.

Abby was so full of rage, what was to stop her from hurting Ellie, too? What was to stop her from bashing those sick shiny golf clubs into Ellie’s poor head, or kick her until she couldn’t breathe?

And then Abby did. She gave a blow to Ellie’s stomach and Joel just barely saw Ellie scrunch up in pain. For a moment he was glad for the blur of his vision so he didn’t have to see the look of panic he knew was on Ellie’s sun-soft face.

”They’re not gonna hit you.” Joel said.

Ellie’s eyes darted around, and Joel caught himself staring into them at her childish fear.

”Look at me, they are not gonna hit you.”

He heard the faint clomp of Abby’s boots come toward him, and Ellie’s cries grew more desperate.

”Please don’t, please don’t, please.”

Oh.

Joel braced himself, visions of his Ellie blasting through his hurting head like a breath of fresh air.

A sharp pain in his neck, a scream that went right to his heart, then nothing.

Then, everything.

His mind flashed with memories, memories that gently held him as they ran thorn bushes down his back.

”Why did the scarecrow get an award?” Ellie asked quietly, lying with her back to Joel.

”He was outstanding in his field.” Joel replied with a small smirk.

Joel hoped she would never stop telling those stupid jokes, if she made it away from Abby alive. Please let her make it out alive.

“Nobody’s going to find us out here, right?”

”Nobody’s going to find us.” Joel confirmed pointedly.

His original plan of getting some sleep easily melted away, and he found himself, rifle in hand, keeping guard. He wouldn’t let a single soul touch this girl, she didn’t deserve it. He was not going to fail, not in his sleep.

Joel heard her crying, felt his heart stop beating so heavily, felt the adrenaline give out.

He couldn’t really feel the pain, anymore, but he could feel Ellie’s.

How long had it been?

He couldn’t, see, couldn’t hear, couldn’t feel, couldn’t breathe.

Joel was afraid.

He wanted to hold her, to hear her, to be there for her. He wanted to show her that he didn’t hate her, and he wanted her to show him, too.

He didn’t want to die being hated by her.

He was failing, and this time it wasn’t in his sleep.

“Swear to me everything you said about the fireflies is true.”

”I swear.”

The sun blanketed down on the two of them, and Joel ignored the way it boiled the pure guilt in his chest.

”Okay.”

Through Joel’s blacked-out vision, he faintly wondered if he was crying.

Just barely, he felt something grab hold of him. His brain continued ambushing him with memory upon memory, stabbing through him like whatever Abby had used. It felt jagged, and it was cold against the yellowy warm thoughts it brought.

Joel stared at Ellie with the guitar in his hand. From his place on the porch, slightly rocking in the chair, she as looked beautiful as ever. Joel had always liked the way the streetlights made her glow. Ellie stared back, through the soft darkness as snow fell on her rosy cheeks. He stared and stared, trying to tell her things with his eyes.

I love you, I don’t want you to be angry with me. Please forgive me.

Snow blew down over the lodge, over the trees, over the mountain and the horde of infected ravaging Jackson. Joel fought and fought, like he always had done, trying to keep himself awake; keep himself alive even though he knew he was already done.

The moment he felt a shaking body climb atop his own, he remembered his sweet girl, Sarah.

”We are not sick!”

Please, dear god, he thought with all his might, let my Ellie know I love her.

He hoped he would stay warm long enough to warm her up, too. He hoped his body wasn’t too heavy, too much of a hassle on her grieving heart. He hoped Tommy would protect her, hoped Dina really was only asleep.

A face pressed up against his own, just as he felt it all slipping away. They grabbed his hand, liking bloody fingers into bloodier ones, but he couldn’t squeeze back, this time. Not now, not ever.

”Dad.”

Ellie.

[violntfemme]

i feel like i should make an apology for not posting art or fics or actually for not being active whatsoever but i think it can be summed up perfectly to: Im sorry, im depressed and burnt out

[sadgirlautumn]

“kids spend too much time on their devices” well what else are they supposed to do? there’s no corner shops with pinball machines in them on every corner anymore. there’s no malls or stores in small towns for teens to hang out in without being suspected of shoplifting or kicked out for loitering. sidewalks are too broken for them to ride their bikes and there’s no bike lane in the street to make it safe for them. i just don’t understand where they expect these kids to go when they keep taking places away from them. and yes having no safe public places for them is what leads a lot of teens into addiction if they end up at a place where people aren’t truly looking out for them.

[forunct]

hi tumblr.. 😣

IM ALIVE! i was feeling a bit of imposter syndrome LMAO and had to step ALLL the way back but i come back bearing gifts: the moodboard for why not more?- johnny suh!!!!

hopefully the teaser is actually coming soon 😭 thank you for your patience love youuuu 🥹

[apparently-artless]

[deerkathe]

This but Sonadow ⤵

[peri-bytes]

bongs at croydon

[basyacriptid]

various Elnina doodles🤧🦈💖💖💖💖

bonus one(1☝) lanino daydreaming about his beloved cloud:

HA

[beif0ngs]

THE BOY SAVIOR ⏱️ THE BOY WHO SHATTERED TIME

[sadagios]

no pain no grain

short timelapse under the cut

[cronchy-baguette]

Gelphie doodles!!! First was done in class after seeing the ariana suit photoshoot pic and second was also done in class but just for devastation👍

[sanogoceu]

It Is TV Time News

[teaboot]

Any tips for being a suicidal 15 year old?

When I was a suicidal 15 year old everyone told me “it gets better”, and it sounded like bullshit. And frankly, it still sounds like bullshit. Like oh, what, I’m living in hell and you’re not gonna help me or *do* anything or give me any useful advice and I’m supposed to just hang in there on the nebulous, pithy promise that things are just gonna work out on their own? And you can’t tell me how or why, I’m just supposed to take it on the faith that I don’t have that something might change in ways I haven’t considered?

But yeah. It does. And it’s frustrating as hell.

Yes, things are gonna get better, and they’re gonna get better in ways I can’t describe even after experiencing it myself. Things you don’t even know CAN be different WILL be different. One day you’re just going to step outside and realize things got better somewhere and you didn’t even notice it happening.

And there’s really nothing I can say that makes that sound even a little bit believable.

I guess all I can tell you is that you have to want to believe it.

[ayzaart]

yoshiki, hikaru, and hikaru

[solar-bean]

So yeah apparently Bobby x Jelly is a thing....

Manager Husbands AU???