#TW: terminal illness

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My sister was going to die in three days from kidney failure, but it’s fine because she got cursed with immortality. Also Jiminy Cricket was there. 🦗

[dontyoufeelcalmer]

I’m dead, Wilson. How d’you wanna spend your last five months?

[batwynn]

A Recipe for Grief

With shaky hands he crushes the chunks of still-too-cold butter into the sugar, impatient for the taste of it. It’s a gift, his mom’s chocolate chip cookie recipe that has no recipe. He can’t write it down, it’s made of handfuls and feelings. It tastes just right. Tastes just like the memories of tall kitchen counters and the smell of cheap vanilla extract. Of the excitement of creation, and the sweet reward of the work.

His mom is still here, in the other room. But today he’s letting the grief creep in as he mashes a fork through the slowly melting butter. He knows he doesn’t have the memory like her, to keep this recipe alive. He knows he has no one to pass it down to, no one to teach by showing the handfuls and speaking the feelings. He knows there isn’t a lot of time before she can’t correct his mistakes with it anymore.

The words “pregame grief” pop into his head, and he laughs a little as he cracks the eggs. His whole life has been pregame grief, one batch of cookies at a time. He knew what the threat of death was when he was five, knew there was an inevitable end to the familiar. To the safe and comfort of old, green sweaters and chocolate chip cookies. Predictable as the sliver of eggshell that always makes its way into the dough.

Maybe it’s a gift. Learning early on that that one and only person could be gone at any moment. Maybe it steadies the hands when you get the news that the end is predictable, written down like everyone else’s recipes. Maybe it keeps you up at night, trying to find ways to re-write the measurements. Ways to avoid burning when you have to bake them. Trying to find ways to let it go, and let the science and time do their work.

But letting it go is hard. Measuring with your heart when your brain tells you that’s too many chocolate chips. Letting go says the whole bag, why not? Life is short. Life is short, but it’s coming together now and forming something cohesive. The wet and the dry. The whole bag of chips, she says from the other room. It’s a gift.

[bringthekaos]

On a more serious note i remember taking a screenshot of each time Viktor is like. *Looking* at the Hexcore and. Man. Stop looking at it as if its your wife or like your drug. Its scary. Please return to being normal. I can’t believe Jayce never noticed how concerning it was

I truly believe, had he not been forced into politics against his will, and was spending his usual amount of time in the lab, Jayce would have noticed. I feel like the “are you sure this is safe” line was even hinting at his worry about the risks Viktor was taking with the Hexcore.

I also think that whatever this influence is that the Hexcore is exuding onto Viktor (whether it’s the Void or not)… it’s sentient. It knows it needs to keep itself secret if it wants to continue to put its feelers in Viktor’s psyche, and as such, I feel like it started to manipulate Viktor’s behavior. Viktor already had a tendency to pull away from people when he was struggling (“he disappeared. He does that sometimes”), so it wouldn’t have been that much of a stretch for this habit to get worse without people around him noticing (especially in the wake of his terminal diagnosis—everyone has a different reaction to a terminal diagnosis, and sometimes solitude is one of them. Jayce may have wanted to respect that. And that’s a slippery slope, with no right answer—do you force yourself into someone’s personal life when they don’t want you there? Do you leave them alone, even when it’s clear they’re hurting and could use the support? I can understand how they end up in a sort of stalemate, because everyone is afraid of encroaching on boundaries.)

But the sad truth is that Viktor’s desperation to save himself is what drove him to these extreme measures, and even without the Hexcore’s influence, that desperation would still be there. The Hexcore was his hope, and I understand how hope—even when flawed—can be addicting. At that point, there would have been no going back to “being normal,” because either way he’d suffer. He truly is backed into a corner, and the inevitable snarling, gnashing, lashing-out rage at the injustice is yet to come, I think.

[prince-honeypaw]

WARNING: This post contains mentions of terminal illness and parental death! Proceed with caution.

♡ There are no secrets kept between Tamaki and Mirio. They've grown up together since they were just developing their quirks and have been attached at the hip for just as long. Where Tamaki went, Mirio was never far behind! They're in perfect tandem.

♡ Up until their first year at UA that is.

♡ Going to a prestigious hero school was already very stressful for Tamaki, but that wasn't all that bore down on his frazzled mind. Not long before he was accepted into UA, his grandmother had passed away. She was his only living family member after his mother passed from a terminal illness when he was rather young, which meant that he was hopping from foster home to foster home his entire first year. It was terrifying for him!

♡ He was so afraid of being alone again.

♡ Mirio was at a loss on how to help his closest friend. He knew that Tamaki was struggling with moving every month or so, but nothing he tried seemed to alleviate that stress. From putting time aside to help him try to regress or taking him out to do something fun, it only ever ended in Tamaki going home in tears.

♡ It wasn’t until he started his work study with Fatgum that someone finally found the solution to—at least one of—Tamaki’s anxieties. He was adopted by the BMI Hero and finally had that stable living situation that he desperately needed in order to thrive! And, with that settled, Tamaki’s little slowly started to come back out one step at a time. He was hesitant to let Taishiro know about his regression, but Taishiro is one of the most understanding and open minded heroes out there. Different strokes for different folks!

♡ And, while happy that Tamaki was starting to feel better enough to regress again, Mirio couldn’t help but feel this little twinge of disappointment. Disappointment in himself for not being able to help his best friend when he needed it most. He tried his best to not let it get to him, but oh did his smile not quite reach his eyes for a time afterwards. He was afraid of not being needed anymore.

♡ Soon after, things went back to how they used to be! For the most part. New routines filled the cracks and became the new norm... Up until another wrench was thrown in the cogs a year and a half later.

♡ UA's dorm system was implemented for the safety of the students, but Tamaki feels like it was an attack on him personally. He had gone through so much to settle in with Taishiro! He paced and fretted over the new stressor for days upon days before it was time to move in. Taishiro promised that everything would be peachy keen, and that he'd always have his home in Esuha when all was said and done! It wasn't like he was being exiled.

♡ His words went in one ear and right out the other the moment he had to pack away his regression gear, squawking and fretting that someone would find out! He couldn't- He shouldn't- He WOULDN'T! And, regretfully, he didn't. Taishiro said that if he changed his mind, he'd have it all packed and ready to go when he saw him next, but Tamaki was stubborn in his decision.

♡ Moving into the dorms was suspiciously simple to Tamaki. He didn't drop anything, didn't trip up the stairs, didn't spill water on the new carpet in his dorm- And having dinner with the rest of his class wasn't a disaster either. It was actually... Very fun! Nejire was in the dorm across from his own and Mirio was just a floor away, so he didn't feel as alone as he thought he would be.

♡ It was nice. Something he would have to tell Taishiro about later.

♡ However, he hadn't noticed just how much later it had gotten! The sky had grown darker and most of the class had already disappeared into their dorms, leaving a chilling quiet to bear down on his mind. He'd been so content with the company of so many familiar faces that it never occured to him that his schedule had been thrown off entirely.

♡ First was brushing his teeth. Then was taking his medication with a bottle- A bottle he didn't have. That was fine, it was fine! There was no need to freak out, okay... He could just skip that part and take his medicine with a glass of water. Then he could get dressed and get Lilliput r- Lilliput was still at home. Okay... Okay, that would be harder to do without, but he didn't need to freak out! He... Papa could fix it-

♡ Like the shatter of glass, Tamaki's already slipping headspace crashed to the floor with that realization. Papa wasn't there. He was all alone now, all alone without the comforts he'd grown to rely on when the world felt so much bigger and he felt so... so small. Tears fell hot and thick, hiccups burning his throat. He was alone, he was alone, he was alone, he—

"Tamaki?"

♡ His breath caught and he snapped to attention. Mirio, suddenly understanding the situation with only a look, wore an expression that was as warm as sunlight, reaching out and taking Tamaki's hands.

"Hi there, sunshine! What's going on up here?" He asked with a gentle tap of his fingertip to the baby's forehead. Tamaki blinked through the tears and immediately jammed himself into Mirio's comforting presence and fit against him like a puzzle piece, hiccuping when he managed to speak. His words were jammed together between panic and his headspace, but Mirio nodded along as though it was just another conversation.

♡ Because, to him, it was! He knew baby Tamaki just as well as he knew big Tamaki, through timid mumbles and teary babbling, Mirio understood him. Rough thumb pads gingerly wiped the still falling tears off his ruddy cheeks, and Mirio spoke in a soft voice he knew was just for him.

"Okay, I gotcha, I gotcha! I still have some of your stuff on hand, remember?"

At the slow nodding, Mirio smiled, "That's right, so we can text your papa that you need your stuff and go get it after class tomorrow, 'kay? It's no big deal."

♡ Tamaki, still sniffling, echoed the words, "No big deal...", before letting Mirio guide him through his nighttime routine with what they had. A sippy full of water and a puppy plush suited him just fine, but following Mirio to his room was just inevitable. He felt so much less lonesome with him there and Mirio couldn't find it in himself to take Tamaki up to his own room.

♡ So, they settled in for the night in Mirio's dorm. Tamaki picked out a story on his tablet while Mirio washed the spare pacifier he kept around for Tamaki when he would stay over. With the pacifier clean and the sippy refilled with fresh water, Mirio returned to tuck in under the covers and pop the soother in Tamaki's mouth. They were in for a night of reading fairy tales and just being together.

♡ Tamaki barely lasted more than five minutes before he dozed off, his head resting against Mirio's chest. The thrum of his heartheat against his ear was like a lullaby soothed him into letting out a murmured, "N'ni, Mewi..."

♡ While holding Tamaki in his strong, scarred arms and stroking calloused fingers through indigo blue locks, feeling Tamaki's breathing slow into a gentle purr of sleep... Mirio wonders what he ever had to worry about in the first place.

[wellthebardsdead]

Astarion being able to smell and taste Tav’s blood and he detects they have something the likes of terminal cancer. At first he doesn’t say anything, he’s just using them for protection and food after all it’s none of his business. But then he starts to fall in love. His heart breaks hearing Tav speak so hopefully about their future after getting rid of the parasite. And he realises the disease is going to take them away from him and with no cure in sight he’s left with one option… and his heart is too selfish to ever let them go after feeling genuine love for the very first time…

So he Ascends against their wishes, and turns them, giving them his blood too so they can walk in the sun together and he can try to give them their hopeful future… however dark his new twisted nature may ultimately make it in the long run.

[moralpuppet]

In your main verse, how do you envision Orel growing up? His family, his beliefs, stuff like that?

In your main verse, how do you envision Orel growing up? His family, his beliefs, stuff like that?

Okay so if I had to give some key notes this is going to be long and rambly, and feature talk of depression , death , terminal illness so please be careful going through ... starting from the end of the episode honor here you go ....

OFFICIALLY UNRELEASED CONTENT / END OF THE SHOW

talking about Grandpa Puppington / goth Orel / I mention terminal illness and death here so please skip over if needed !

Orel by the end of the show is 13 . It's not ever OFFICIALLY announced but we know from season 1 his birthday is after Halloween and before Christmas . He never fully recovers from being shot and as they said in the last episode he continues to limp even in deleted scripts that follow episodes that never made it because of the shows cancellation .

We know that in unreleased scripts he loses his grandfather on Easter after Clay basically condemns Orel's Grandpa to Orel's bed as a death bed when Arthur Puppington ( Orel's Grandpa ) comes to Clay seeking reconciliation as he is terminal .

Orel comes home to Arthur every night and tells him about his day , getting a new perspective on lessons , as we know , Orel usually mistakenly gets wrong/misguided by . Arthur is essentially a grounding perspective and helps Orel become a little more wary of what he trusts .

Orel at this time seems , at least in the scripts , to have not forgiven Clay but he's still caring about Clay , at least still showing that he has some respect and generally loves him as his father still . He prays to God for Clay and Arthur to reconcile in hopes that it would stop Clay from "getting any sadder " I quote he says " he can't afford to get any sadder " . Of course that never happens and they never reconcile .

After Orel loses Arthur , he becomes a Christian Goth for a while sort of not denouncing his faith but not fully committing to it either. He is essentially lost and he's in this state of grief for a few weeks until Reverend Putty can't stand seeing him like this anymore and snaps him out of it .

That's it for unreleased stuff really ... Here's where headcannons come into it .

HEADCANNONED STUFF !

Relationship to faith after Goth Orel tm ! Found family

Things don't necessarily go back to normal but Orel is now finding that returning back to focusing on his faith is actually helping him with the grief and loss . As my good friends @ rvrend and @ dollene have built up he comes to Reverend Putty more and more , finding that the good reverend is more like a father figure to him than Clay but not quite making that leap because of the views he was raised on that he must honour his biological father . Noellene too is far more motherly than Bloberta . She is more emotional unlike the emotionally withdrawn Bloberta .

Orel also is a far better brother to Shapey and Block , teaching them to do stop motion animation too and helping them get schooling by teaching them at home so they could enroll in a public school .

FAMILY / CHRISTINA AND DOUGHY

Eventually , in his late teens to early adulthood ,Orel finds an interest in architecture of religious buildings , something he could sculpt out of clay and design in other ways like he used in his stop-motion videos / my friend scribbs actually suggested this one . And of course all the while he and Christina are still very much sweethearts.

His relationship to Clay and Bloberta become estranged but he still invites them to important gatherings, probably had to kick Clay out of his and Christina's family home for being a violent drunk a few times . Clay and Bloberta are still stuck together ! Block and Shapey become a fireman and a police officer ! Orel and Christina of course get married and have a family of their own like in cannon.

Lastly , I will say Doughy , Orel always wanted to stay in touch and still be his best friend but I quite like the fan headcannon by the fandom that Doughy is incredibly jealous of Christina due to actually having a crush on Orel since childhood and maybe sadly he pushes Orel away .

Orel always keeps his faith .

OKAY so that was a lot but if you ever want to ask any more questions or for me to elaborate on anything let me know !

[yaksha-lover]

This AU got me thinking about this, what if Reader has a very serious illness? I'll divide this into two categories:.

1. Their illness can be cured but it takes a lot of money and time, although it takes a lot of time, but at least they are well taken care of in some way.

2. Their illness is incurable and they don't have much longer to live. But it's up to everyone to become a vampire or not,accept becoming a vampire to live a long life or refuse and die in peace?They might die in happy,peace and sadness but also they know before they die, they are not lonely because they lived and enjoyed such happy memories until the end.

cw: terminal illness, reader death, grieving

1. Whether you were being kept at the mansion or stayed there willingly, Lilia would get you the best care possible. He can afford any expensive treatment, and would go to any lengths to help you be comfortable in the extended period of time. Plus, your friends would help in any way they could, they would take your care very seriously. Epel will stay with you if you’re bedridden, bringing you whatever you need and trying to entertain you. Ace and Deuce will hang around too, and while Ace focuses more on trying to make you laugh, Deuce is a very diligent caretaker, fussing over you. Jack won’t let you lift a finger to do anything, he’ll gladly take care of it for you, and he’ll also be the one to kick the others out for you to sleep or have alone time.

The other residents would take time to come to see you too. Idia actually leaves his room for once to bring his consoles to your room so you can game together. Jade and Floyd would stop by, and while you might be wary of them at first, you’ll find that they’ll be uncharacteristically gentle with you. They’ll bring you food from the Mostro Lounge (still Azul’s restaurant in this au), whatever you’ve been craving. You’ll witness the rare sighting of Leona awake when him in Ruggie come to bring your newly designated therapy cats. On days when you want both company and quiet, Riddle will bring you a book he’s picked out for you, and sit by your side while you read together. If you don’t have the energy that day, he’s happy to read aloud to you. Rook would bring you fresh flowers he’s gathered himself every day, citing that he wishes to brighten up your room. He’d also make sure to keep remarking about your beauty, especially when he can tell you don’t feel your best. Kalim comes too, and with his endless smiles and positivity, it’s easy for you to forget about everything going on for a while.

2. If your illness was incurable, Lilia would take you aside and ask you if you’d like him to turn you. It would be the most serious you’ve ever seen him before, but he would mean it earnestly. No tricks or teases, he wants you to know the option is there if you want it. Either way, he’ll respect your choice, and he understands that living as a vampire isn’t for everyone. Lilia knows there’s countless reasons you wouldn’t want to continue on that way. If you chose not to become a vampire, everyone would do what they could to make your last days happy ones. They would do their best to make sure you knew how loved you were. It would be very hard on your friends, especially Epel and Ace who don’t understand why you won’t choose to live as a vampire, but they would put aside their feelings to make the most out of the time you have left. They will come to understand eventually, it’s just hard for them to accept that you’re gone. Malleus is stuck between his grief and understanding that even if you became a vampire, your lifespan is would never have matched his and you still would’ve left him far too soon.

[scinglives]

open starter. m/f/nb tw: terminal illness

Ben had been avoiding this conversation for weeks now, whilst he got test results back. Everyone knew something was going on with him. He had lost weight, he was always suffering from pain, he wasn’t his old self. But now he had to tell them the truth, that he had secretly been looking in to it and well, he got the results he had been dreading. “Will you – sit down I need to talk to you about something.” He said nervously, his whole mouth feeling dry as he looked across at the other. Where did he start? How did you tell someone you love that you were dying?

[hermesserpent-stuff]

Ive been rewatching the Justice League 2001 animated series cause its been a while since I watched it. and the bit were luthor finds out he has a blood disease from kryptonite was something I had forgotten about. I was listening to music when a full idea tapped at me.

tw: terminal illness discussion

preface, in my chilly batson au lex luthor and mirror master, sam scudder are friends.

anywho, I was thinking how that scenario would play out. I would edit it a bit, that the same experiment with kripotnite in his youth that caused him to loose his hair also gave him the underlying disease that was not caught till recently (this way it can be his fault but also not from carrying a radioactive rock in his pocket that he should have been keeping in a case om gosh luthor you idiot) it would be fairly similar to the show where he cant really accept it at first. But Superman is not the one trying to comfort him, its an actual friend. Luthor tries to solve it because that's what he does, but he also is less focused on revenge against superman for 'causing' this. He eventually settles into focusing on legacy and grows further withdrawn. He spends more and more time with the rogues as he finds a replacement. He finds it hard to see a world without him in it, but he finds that he does not want to be forgotten if he can not save himself.

there is a lot of late night crisis's of realizing that he is dying. and coming to terms with that.

he strikes me as the type to keep working and running the parts of the company that he can, because work makes him happy. But he also spends a lot of his final days playing chess. He sees some of his words of advice impacting the younger rogues and wonders if that is what it means to be immortal. To influence the future beyond his own life by speaking into the lives of those younger than him.

he leaves a lot of his anti-superman gear to the rogues. Just in case. He never did much trust superman not to snap or get fully mind controlled one day. and he trusts the rogues more than most of the other villains he has worked with.

anyways. i was listening to:

[amethyst-noir]

8 weeks ago I lost my mom, the most important person in my life.

I knew it was coming and by the end I was so just telling her to go to sleep for "as long as possible". It was the hardest thing I've ever done and I'm glad that the last thing we ever told each other was "Ich hab dich lieb. Ganz, ganz viel." (I love you. So, so much.) She was barely there, mentally, by that point but she understood that and she said and back and meant it.

It's a phrase we told each other multiple times every day, for years, and it was always sincere and an integral part of our relationship.

It matters. To me, it matters a lot. I was there just in time, in the afternoon on that Friday 8 weeks ago. I left at about 16:30, and got the call the next morning that she passed at around 5 in the night.

I also promised her to see her "tomorrow". I kept that promise, in the only way I could. I stepped into that hospital room for a few minutes and tried to wrap my head around what happend. I said goodbye. I'm not religous, so the only thing I could to say was that I hoped our atoms might one day be reunited in one way or the other. We're all made of stardust, aren't we?

I'm dealing with it. Badly, but I'm doing it. I have no other choice. By now I have written so many different versions of this post. I guess I just want to share it somehow. My mom has become a very introverted person over the decades and I want to shout it into the void that she was there, that she was loved, and that she will be missed for as long as I am here.

Fuck cancer.

I love you, Mama, and I wish life had been kinder to you.

[iamtheshriekingguineapig]

IT'S THE DAY BESTIE!!!!

It's blursed Nero Pig day! The day of his blursed birth! Happy Birthday, Nero Pig, my cursed icon.

The only thing is, I think it's tomorrow, actually, that is the blessed/cursed anniversary of his birth- and I only say that because there's a little bit of a backstory to Nero Pig.

So, a year ago tomorrow is the day that my Dad died. Which, like, sounds terrible- but, like, hear me out-

We were estranged, hadn't talked in years. I didn't even call him "dad" anymore- that's a title reserved for my step dad. And I knew he was going to die, because he had terminal cancer. It was one of those matter-of-time, but we don't know when sort of things. He lived pretty much exactly the 6 months they gave him in his prognosis though, so...there's that.

Anyway, even though we were estranged, I was still obviously torn up about it. It was rough. So, like any self-respecting Gen Z, I was obviously curled up in bed scrolling through tumblr to distract me from my woes, chatting with the mutuals. We were talking about my url and how I'm jokingly referred to as "nero" in my friend group, one thing led to another and I said basically that I needed a Nero/Guinea Pig fusion to represent me on the social medias.

And @avaantares went "give me an hour"

And thus was the birth of this abominable photoshop creation. It actually took a lot of work to get the colors to match right- more than an hour's worth of work. And she did it just because I was sad, and she wanted to cheer me up.

And, I don't know, guys- it is just a dumb little icon based off of an even dumber joke. But I'm a disgustingly sentimental person, and so something like this just reminds me that even when things suck, my friends (internet mutuals and people I actually get to touch grass with) will be there to help cheer me up. It's sappy and stupid but it does actually mean a lot to me.

So thanks to everyone who helped make that shitty day better, whether you knew what you were doing or not. Thanks, @avaantares, for making the cursed thing (it's better than a long furby, and somehow more cursed). Thanks, @princesssakurasylveon for helping make this the anniversary of the Most Joke of all time, instead of just something sad. Thanks @sunburn-faded (a.k.a., Mint, My Behated) and @spoiler1001 and everyone on the DMC discord (I know I'm never on there anymore but I promise I still like you guys!) for cheering me up when I was down. I'm really grateful for you all, you depraved heathens, and I just want you to know that.

So, yeah, sorry to make it fairly sad and incredibly feely and mushy, but I'm Like That. And I really do appreciate what everybody did for me a year ago, even if you didn't know you did anything.

So, happy Blursed NeroPig day! May he reign forever and ever, amen! We'll celebrate him next year with much less sappiness and with all the adoration his blursedness deserves.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

[dontyoufeelcalmer]

more hilson post-canon hc scenes

[ image id: two illustrations of Greg House and James Wilson from the t.v. show HOUSE M.D. The first illustration shows the two men cuddling together, huddled behind a campfire next to their car. The second illustration shows them holding hands in front of a campfire with a modern tent and trees behind them. /end id ]

+ a lo-fi version under the cut bc I like it

[shiloh-the-pokemon]

ENTER PASSWORD: kickingscreamingandmaybeevenbiting

PASSWORD ACCEPTED

LOADING VIDEO WITH PASSPHRASE: kickingscreamingandmaybeevenbiting

...

[A person with long dark hair is sitting in front of the camera, their bangs obscuring their left eye. They also wear a blue and teal striped scarf.

They look up to their right, "is it on?" A hand reaches down and points at the camera. The person looks at it, "oh cool, thanks." After a few seconds the sound of a door shutting can be heard. The person clears their throat.

"hey shiloh of the future. its me. shiloh of the past. dr baerns said it might be good to record this. so you hear all this stuff from me- er, you. whatever lets not get into technicalities.

so fair warning im about to say some pretty weird and pretty scary stuff. dont freak out. well dont freak out too much. you have my blessing to freak out a little.

so basically whats going on is you might be missing some memories. the doc said a month or two could be gone. but theres a good reason i promise.

okay. so basically we- i- fuck this is weird. i am dying. not normal dying either, like.... terminal illness shit. dr baerns over here said 'hey shiloh, youre so cool and awesome, we got this experimental procedure to keep you from dying young."

so me? us? whatever i said 'yeah man im not dying young lets do this' and anyway im in some weird hospital laboratory thing. uhhh its a little bit weird here. but yknow. ill take my chances cause ive got a whole ass life to live.

i dont know the full details of what theyre doing but apparentely its something about 'physical relocation of consciousness' which sounds scary as fuck but yknow we ballin.

but if youre watching, future shiloh, that means it probably worked. congratulations. youre dying at the normal rate. go to college, be an archaeologist. sorry about the whole memory thing. but uhh. were alive. fuck, if this works and i get to live again, i just cant fuckin wait.

stay cool, future shiloh."

They fiddle around with the keyboard on the desk, muttering a couple swears under their breath. After a bit, they let out a triumphant cry, "aha! theres the end recording button, you sly dog."

They look back up at the camera, "oh one more thing before i go. if youre watching this future shiloh, hug mom for me."

They find the button much quicker this time. They look up at the camera one more time, and give a faint smile.

The video ends.]

...

...

so thats the real shiloh huh. they really wanted to... live.

i want to go back to college so bad. for their sake, for my sake. i want to live life again just like i wanted.

i want to hug mom for them. for me?

but i dont even know if im shiloh anymore

this isnt fucking fair

[beautifulhigh]

I wonder how much criminal trouble Owen would actually be in if what he did was found out. When Robert initially asked him to help, Owen hesitated because he didn't want to take a life, but Robert assured him that he wasn't asking Owen to kill him, but just be there, clean up the evidence, and be the one to "find" him. At the very least, I guess Owen would be lying to medical professionals and potentially police...there would probably be a police report, right? Maybe some kind of destruction of evidence, but it's evidence of a suicide, not murder, so it doesn't seem all that serious of a crime. He didn't have a legal obligation to stop Robert from killing himself. Not that this makes it not traumatic for Owen to go through, of course! I just don't think there will be any issue of potential criminality on Owen's part, especially considering the "logic" of this show. Like if Carlos can threaten a man with a gun and almost kill him and not get into any kind of legal trouble, I think Owen is safe, regardless of whether he tells TK and/or Carlos about it!

Owen absolutely, 100%, broke the law:

Code Section Health & Safety 166.45-51 Euthanasia Condoned in Statutes? Mercy killing or euthanasia is not condoned or authorized by Texas law, nor is any act or omission other than to allow the natural process of dying.

I had to Google this and about a dozen prompts for Samaritans and helplines popped up. So yay for that I guess?

Owen was aware of what Robert planned to do. Failure to intervene, the omission of action, makes him guilty.

Owen watched as his brother ended his own life and did not intervene to save him. That makes him guilty because he did have a legal obligation to stop him. One could even argue that his role as a First Responder meant he had even more of a duty to preserve life.

The plan was (and we assume carried out) that Owen would remove the evidence that Robert took his own life, which is as its simplest terms him covering up a crime.

Owen absolutely broke the law. No arguments, no room for doubt. And, unlike Carlos, done with rational thought and planning.

(Carlos was still in the wrong, but there are degrees of wrong.)

Robert wanting to end his life is one thing, and I get why he wanted to do it while he still could. I get why he wanted to do it at Owen's so his family would be spared finding him (in time or too late, neither option is enjoyable). Plus Life Insurance policies pay out for terminal illnesses, not suicide. This way his family are saved from the pain of knowing he deliberately took days away from them, from the guilt of not finding him in time, and they are financially taken care of. It's why he couldn't just check himself into a motel or throw himself off a bridge. He needed to die "of his illness" to tick all the boxes and that needed help.

Now disclaimer: I get why suicide and attempted suicide remain against the law. If there is a crime in progress then it means emergency services can force entry into a locked property. In an ideal society it would not result in any charges being pressed against the person who felt that it was their only option and they would get the help that they need.

Anyone helping them? That's the legal minefield and I am not getting into the moral rights and wrongs of that. All opinions are valid on that and I'm not about to launch into a debate on that. This isn't what that ask is about.

What Owen did, regardless of the reasons for doing it, was illegal. He assisted in the suicide of someone, did not do anything to intervene, and then covered it up by removing evidence after the event. That's prison time as the State of Texas has that on the same level as murder.

(Damn, the trigger warnings on this are plentiful. If I missed something let me know.)

[bearlyloved]

♡  ❝   I  felt  what  it  means  to  be  loved  once...truly  loved  and  to  love  in  return.  She  was  a  child.  She  wasn’t  mine.  She  belonged  to  him.  The  man  who  created  me...I  was  supposed  to  be  a  mother,  she  hadn’t  had  one  of  those.    I  was  supposed  to  protect  her  and  keep  her  safe.  But  Sarah’s  life  was  on  a  timer.  It  was  never  up  to  me  how  long  she  would  live.  And  maybe  had  I  not  been  so  meek  and  soft;  she  would  have  -  ❞  Bracing  for  tears  down  her  velveteen  cheeks.    ❝   I  wish  I  was  stronger.  I  wish  my  body  could  -  I  could  have  kept  her  fighting  for  longer. ❞

Paws  pulled  at  her  ears.   ❝   And  when  she  was  gone...  that  was  it.  The  man  who  had  sewn  me  together  and  given  me  life  couldn’t  even  bare  to  look  at  me.  He  didn’t  even  sell  me.  He  just  gave  me  away.    Because  that  is  what  I  mean  to  him;  nothing.  I  failed  him.  I  failed  Sarah.  The  circus  is  the  only  place  I  could  ever  find  love  now.   ❞

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