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CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP??

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HELP ME GET MY FOLLOWERS BACK

HI I'M CALLIE! I USED TO BE KNOWN AS PUPMORGUE OR SCHIZOBAIT BEFORE MY ACC WAS TAKEN DOWN!! BELOW IS MY ART I POSTED AND WAS SEMI POPULAR IG AAA I JUST MISS MY MOOTS

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all my columbine vocal stims because I’m retarded

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dylan and eric blinkies ~ free to use credits appreciated!

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artkita angst fic

includes anorexia, alcohol, vomit, etc.

note: was supposed to be rape but i got lazy. enjoy angst & fluff instead

artyom and nikita were both kneeling on the bathroom floor.

artyom, incredibly drunk, had been puking his guts up for the past twenty minutes.

nikita, surprisingly sober, was sitting there next to him to be his support.

he was holding back his long blonde hair and keeping him upright while he gagged and retched. it was awful, but nikita stayed with him throughout the whole thing.

in a way it wasnt fair, artyom never did this for nikita, but yet he had such an overwhelming urge to take care of him and make sure he was okay. it didnt matter that he was hurt constantly, he still wanted to help his only friend.

he knew he mustve been drinking on an empty stomach too. just another thing to make this ten times worse.

“nikita - fuck,” artyom groaned, gagging as he tried to calm himself down, but it was impossible to do that when he was practically panting.

“im here, tyoma. its okay,” nikita kept his voice soft and gentle, pulling his hair back a little more “breathe through your nose, not your mouth.”

he tries to do as told, but in this state it was extremely hard to do even that, yet nikita still remained patient.

“i feel like - like im dying.” he sniffled, gagging once more.

“youre not dying, youre okay,” it was hard not to lecture him right now, hard not to point out that depriving himself of food and then drinking was the stupidest thing hes ever done “i promise youre okay.” but, still, nikita stayed.

nikita gave artyom a moment before he slowly pulled him away from the toilet and made him sit up. leaning over definitely wasnt helping and he didnt want to see him puke more then he had to.

he picks up the already dirtied towel off the floor and carefully uses it to wipe away the spit, tears, and vomit from his face.

artyoms eyes fluttered close as he does so, finally relaxing. it made nikita so happy to see him calmed down even if it took a lot of pain to get here.

“dont go, kitja.” he whined, barely having a clue what he was saying.

“im not going anywhere, tyoma.” it makes him feel so warm and fuzzy to hear him say things like that, though he knows it means nothing.

a second later, the blonde was grabbing onto his friend and burying his face into his shoulder, not caring that he wasnt finished cleaning him off.

he drops the towel and immediately wraps his arms around his small frame. its sickening how easily hes able to hold onto him. it makes him nauseous when he realizes just how skinny hes gotten.

he doesnt want to say anything about it, but he knows he has to.

“when you feel better, we’re gonna get you something to eat.”

the other shakes his head, unhappy with even the thought of that.

“no, no, i dont - i cant, no, nikita.”

he tries so hard to speak with malice - to come off mean and in control of the situation, but he sounds like a whimpering puppy instead.

“you have to,” he frowned “whens the last time you ate?” he was well aware that artyom wasnt going to give him a good answer, if one at all. he hated talking about food and his issues surrounding it, he didnt want to admit anything was wrong despite how obvious there was something going on.

“i dont know, earlier,” his body had attempted to rid itself of the alcohol he drank with all that puking, but he was still incredibly intoxicated “i dont - need to eat.” it caused his words to remain slurred and mumbled.

just as he thought, the answer he was given was less then ideal. he knew it was a lie, there was no way he had eaten at all. if he ate then he wouldnt be as much of a mess as he was right now. however, he had to admit he was glad this was happening with him rather then the unfortunate possibility of this happening around other people. he didnt want to think about what could’ve happened.

“you dont have to eat too much,” he knew if he ate too much he would just get sick all over again - besides, there was a bigger chance that he’d eat at all if the portion was small “ill even get your favorites,”he was being vague on purpose. if he had to be honest, he couldnt remember the last time artyom had eaten in front of him, he wasnt totally sure what he liked anymore. “i know youre hungry.”

artyom muttered something, his words muffled by nikitas hoodie and completely incoherent. his grip on him loosens and his body goes slack against him. it makes nikita let out a defeated sigh, knowing he wasnt going to be able to get anywhere right now.

“lets just go to your room,” he pats his back firmly, trying to get him to be a little more conscious “cmon, tyoma,” his pats turn into gentle yet stimulating rubbing, dragging his hand up and down over his spine. he groaned in response, refusing to move or say a word “i know you dont want to be in here anymore.” he could tell just how exhausted he was, mentally and physically, and that his body and brain was in desperate need of rest. he was flattered he had picked him to be the thing to lay on, but he knew his bed would be the better choice.

because of that, he cuts him some slack. he repositioned the blonde and hooked his arms under his legs while using his other arm to support his upper body. after doing so, he stands up, lifting him up with .. ease. he wish that wasnt the case at all.

nikita carries him out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. he couldn’t imagine how ridiculous this would look from the outside - artyom was tall and lanky, older then nikita, and very capable, yet he was being carried like a princess by his best friend. nikita didnt mind though, it was all just to help him.

he puts him down on his bed, watching as the boy very quickly got comfortable and relaxed into the mattress. he slides into the bed next to him, wrapping hid arms around him and holding him close to his body before pulling the blanket over the two of them. it was a routine he had become accustomed to, every time this would happen it would always end like this.

one of his hands rests on the blondes chest, right over his heart. he pays attention to the weak but steady beating and his slow, almost ragged breathing. it always made him anxious, always afraid his heart and lungs would just give out, so he typically stayed up the whole night and watched him. it almost felt like a game of russian roulette - he knew artyoms body wasnt as strong and healthy as it used to be and he had enough common sense to know that a lack of food would absolutely take a toll on someones heart and organs.

it was a thought process that always spiraled throughout the night, keeping a close eye on him and neglecting any needs he may have of his own, but it was worth it - it was worth all trouble because in the end hed still be breathing, hed still be functioning and living .. even if it seemed like he didnt really want to be.

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dylan's loneliness and desperation and anger, all the rage and torment he describes in his journal, it always gets me. I just kind of read it and think: yes, he gets it. he knows how it feels like.

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MORE DYLAN!!

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Yeah 🔥 yup 🦄🌈🍭🍭🍪🍪💞💞

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i love how people say shit like 'u can't like zero day. it's based on a true event'. right, but the murderers you idolise in movies are exempt from this. many male murderers seen in film possess the traits ted bundy did, but that goes unsaid. murder had to happen for it to appear in movies, and that goes for school shootings, too (an act of murder too but i digress). yes, zero day is very much inspired by the columbine massacre, loosely, and is still a work of fiction. i see no issue in liking cal and andre and the complexities of their characters, motives, and such. its tiring hearing shit like 'im idolising and wanting to follow in the footsteps of shooters', when i care more about the characters for who they are than the actions they undertake in the movie

idk if i articulated this good but wtv

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how could a fistfight be romantic?

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Dylan Klebold - Zero Hour S01E03

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artur achleitner my beautiful valorant princess

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i’m sure we’re taller in another dimension

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I really hope there’s more photos of Arthur with the bangs HE’S SO CUTE ☹️