#sobbing weeping screaming etc

[ghoulbats]

michael jones the man that you are

[funfactory]

[thekidsfromyestergay]

Don't even talk to me oh my god

[enteragoodnamehere]

me feeling the aromanticness leave my body as I listen to Becoming the Lastnames by Will Wood

[midnightcrustcat]

fuckimg EXPLODES

[moving-to-dreamwinged]

just watched the SADDEST video EVER WHAT THE HELL??????? i’m going to throw up bro

[seokmatthewz]

like u dont GET IT 

[amanda-ammamnda-amndada-admadna]

lies lies lies lies nothing but fucjing lies on this evil dining hall online menu

[semercury]

Actually I think it's a talent how bad I am at REmake.

[cachantun]

we never change, do we?

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Submissive! König Headcanons

Warnings: 18+, Consensual Non-Con/Dub-Con, Pegging, Edging, Teasing, Overstimulation, Gagging, Riding, Praise Kink (receiving), Slight Bondage, Cock Ring, Mention of Blood, Mild Painplay, Dirty Talk, Petnames, Submissive König, Dominant Reader, Mentions of Pain, Crying, No Pronouns used for Reader Except 'You', Profanity, etc.

Submissive König lives for your praise.

When you ride him, he goes absolutely feral, completely at your mercy.

When you sink down on him, he throws his head back into the pillows and moans.

He's a moaner - a loud one at that.

If you slap your hand over his mouth and tell him to "Be a good boy, be quiet for me,"--

He's nutting. Immediately.

He's secretly a massive fan of teasing and edging.

Though, when you carry on to the point that his cock is aching and red and weeping, he'll desperately slam his hips up into you, trying to get some sort of friction - release.

Man's fast af, and he's got a lot of stamina. He can go for hours.

Definitely a quick finisher, though if you demand ask him to hold out for you, he'll try his best.

And if he doesn't...well, he gets extremely whiny.

You overstimulate him , punish him to the point he's crying and sobbing, begging you to stop keep going.

And that's just when you're sucking him dry; if you're feeling particularly cruel, you'll usually wear a long, thick strap-on.

"You're not walking for the next week since you're being such a brat," you say, gripping his hair by the roots and lifting his head so he can hear the venom in your voice.

There's nothing he can do except take an absolute pounding from you, moaning your name into the pillows while his hands are cuffed to the bedposts.

All the while, you're calling him your "Good boy," praising him.

"You're taking me so well, Köni. Making it real easy for me to slip inside your tight little hole."

He'll beg you to stop, plead with you to pull out because he can't take any more, but you ignore him, stretching him out on the thick base of your strap-on.

"You should've thought about this before acting the way you did," you hiss. "I'm not gonna stop until you bleed."

If you feel that he's misbehaved in a way that's invoked your unrelenting discipline, you'll put on this one strap-on that makes König's face break out into fear like a rash.

It's long and fat enough that you can see it bulging in König's stomach when you're fucking him, reducing him to a whimpering, sobbing shell of a man.

Whenever he can tell you're going to break it out, he tries to talk you out of it, tries being democratic and barter with you, but your mind's made up.

By the time you're satisfied, he's passed out, breathing heavily, coated in sweat and cum and completely dead to the world.

You also enjoy using a cock ring on him to make sure he gets absolutely no release, not if he's undeserving of it.

You can practically see the base of his cock swell whenever he's close, ready to burst like a pipe.

But you don't let him cum. Not until you say so.

Gag him. Oh my god, GAG HIM.

König gets off on being completely helpless when he's with you, so if you make sure he can't talk or make a sound, his eyes will be rolling into the back of his head.

"You can try to scream and cry as much as you like; nobody's coming to save you."

But be gentle with him during aftercare :-(; he's very fragile after sex and he just wants you to praise him and tell him he did well.

Bathe with him, stroke his hair, press kisses to his temples and his face will just light up like ☺️.

He feels loved and accepted when he can be his true, genuine self with you, different from the other König he becomes on the battlefield.

And it's the thought of you that keeps him going every day, regardless of how grueling or death-defying the mission is.

He's your "Big guy," your "Teddy bear," and nothing will ever take that away from him.

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[yanderenightmare]

👉👈can you do nasty shiggy making pretty darling rim him🥺like the one you did with deku

BNHA ! THIRST

Shigaraki Tomura x darling

TW: NSFW, noncon/dubcon, yandere, rimming, anal, mind-broken reader, BDSM including nipple clamps and clothing clips on private parts etc...

He keeps your nipples aching in clamps – skinny chains running from them both to his hand so he can give them a mean pull each time he wants to feel your muffled squeal as you tongue his asshole. You always show him more enthusiasm afterward, moaning out a sob into him – making him sloppy wet where you rub your face in deeper.

His other hand jerks his cock, using its weight to smack the disdainful look out of your eye until you look up at him with nothing but plead and surrender while suckling his hole – tongue stretched far inside it with your lips kissing the rim.

He finds it nice and hilarious – a pretty girl like you with such a pretty little face in his ass – cleaning it out with your pink tongue like a filthy mindless animal. 

Your pussy lips are decorated with a number of laundry clips – painful pinching wooden ones – four on each fold and eight in total. He tells you he’ll remove one for each time you make him cum throughout the day and that right now, you’re going to make him cum and swallow his thick load for dessert after eating out his asshole for dinner.

He grins, watching you give him your best service, and tells you to finger your ass while you’re at it – get yourself nice and ready with both hands shoving all your little fingers inside the hole. He wants to see you eagerly jump on them while on your knees, stretching it wide and loose for him to use.

Wanting no resistance when he plows you later – with a fist in your hair, and his cock rammed all the way through to your belly – wants his shaft sliding in and out with ease as he fucks your tiny butt like your nothing but his little anal-pet – happy to be fucked up the ass on all fours with your head bowed down – drooling against the sheets like a cock-hungry bitch while his balls clap hard against the clips on your cunt, making you moan on choked screams.

He likes watching you clean the steaming pole with sweet kitten licks afterward – after he's dumped a hot load of cum inside your stomach before he makes to finger it all out of the fluttering little hole again – watching you with a leer as you suckle his digits clean, swallowing it all in front of him.

Relieving your cunt of two clips before pulling on the chain to your nipples again – he tells you to roll out your tongue and get back down on the floor for round two of learning how to properly use a slutty face like yours by sucking his toes, licking his balls and kissing his ass.

It all makes you so extra precious for him when all the laundry clips are off – when he kisses your soft lips with his chapped ones as a reward.

You become so shy and unsure if you deserve it as he starts rubbing your little clit – so sweet and silent with tiny little bashful moans while your big doe-eyes look up into his as he softly enters your weeping pussy with every inch of his fat veiny meat.

You mouth his name in the outmost adorable way – almost like a confession leaving your lips, making you blush under him as you gently tangle your hands into the wavy locks at the back of his neck. Mewing so prettily for him when feeling him sway his hips slow and deep against your womb – making you melt beneath him – lovingly locking your legs around his torso, cradling him close as he keeps rubbing your clit.

Holding your face close to kiss with the other hand – grinning as he spits a string of thick saliva into your open receiving mouth – waiting for you to swallow it good with a little moan before telling you he’s going to reward you with one last nice warm creamy cumdump right where you deserve it in your sweet little cunt for being the prettiest slut for him all night.

Finally, allowing you to rest after – with his thick seed seeping from all your used holes – you close your eyes and find peace against his warmth, though not before he whispers a final goodnight at your ear, along with a little reminder of how he expects to be woken up with your pretty lips wrapped tight around him in a nice wet deepthroat come morning.

tip-jar: Kofi

[ourchunkysalsa]

who else up weeping over the fact that annabeth thinks it’s normal that she never had a childhood and, in fact, it should be expected of all demigods? that she believes so strongly at such a young age that they all need to give up their youth and their wants just for the gods’ plans?

me personally? sobbing, weeping, screaming, etc about it

[hueningshaped]

★ YEONJUN as your boyfriend…

▰ word count: 1.8k

a/n: this is very messy & random but :D i hope you don’t hate it ! / these will automatically be idolverse (at least i think) + i intend on writing for ot5 but give me some time & u shall see <3 pls lmk ur thoughts abt this !!

* he’s such a loving guy, so much love to give and he honestly gives love through all the love languages in some way or another

* he’s such a loving guy, so much love to give and he honestly gives love through all the love languages in some way or another

* he’s such a loving guy, so much love to give and he honestly gives love through all the love languages in some way or another

* so when he realizes you reciprocate love for him in the way he never realized he’d always wanted to be loved, homie is lovestruck !!!!

* you look out for him all the time and you pick up on things he himself doesn’t notice sometimes and you take care of him too and it’s making him go bonkers because sweet heavens he appreciates it infinitely

* for example, he’ll come home exhausted after practice and he messages you or calls you as soon as he’s off

* the idea that he loves to constantly be in contact with you and is great at communicating makes u </3 but anyway

* he’s still on the phone with u as he comes over to see you (bc that’s what u both decided on and he was also feeling hungry and he loves eating late at night with you idk)

* he loves his ramen but he also loves making it together when it’s just u two in the kitchen and you’re talking in hushed voices and you’ll shush each other and giggle and when u guys do eat it’s dead silent bc you’re both set on eating it up

* moving on

* he walks in and is taking off his shoes when he sees you THEN hangs up the phone call with you

* “i ordered some takeout so we can eat with the ramen, junnie—let’s eat up!”

* he literally goes 🥺

* but he’s funny and dramatic so he has to do something with his lip to make it look like he’s sobbing screaming weeping etc

* you’re about to hug him and he goes uh uh uhhh

* “im stinky and sticky, baby :(“

* so you tell him “fine go shower” and of courseeee in response he goes “wow you’re not even going to argue or insist u gave up so easily woww clearly you don’t want my hug”

* GET OUTTTTRR

* of course he takes his shower and afterwards you share a little kiss or two (hundred) and make ur ramen and eat like the richhhhh

* once you’re both done and just scrolling through tiktok and god knows what else he holds your hand and intertwines your fingers and you think for the 18748283818th time that day “im the luckiest person ever”

* in this life ur allowed the luxury of not only being with yj but u get a house/living space and it’s yoursssss anyway #slay

* when u get ready for bed yeonjun just flops on the bed taking his spot

* he already knows the drill

* you turn everything off except for your aroma diffuser light and the tv bc jun mumbles “wait…i wanna watch a movie”

* you toss a blanket over his long body and get underneath your own covers all for him to just cuddle against you

* you give him little massages from what you can reach on his back and arms since you’re basically holding him and he sighs and gives a little peck to where his face meets your skin

* they start becoming wet kisses and you’re laughing bc it’s ticklish and squirming

* the plush of his lips sends vibrations from where he murmurs how much he loves you

* he settles eventually but he’s still rambling and you listen fondly

* you could listen to him talk for hours and hours and forever and ever

* his voice is the greatest thing to bless your ears and you can’t help but smile to yourself with anything he says (now)

* he proclaims his love for u incessantly even though u feel like you’re the one who’s the luckiest and you don’t do much

* when it comes to leaving before work, you might throw in a little note just so that he will literally never not be reminded of ur love for him or one of yours and his favorite snacks and when he finds it at work he makes the biggest deal about it to the point that taehyun has to step up and be like “can you calm down, you do this everyday”

* on days where u get to go to work with him at shows and stuff, u bring a little pillow and a light blanket and wear ur comfiest clothes bc 1) sometimes u help the staff who helps ur bf and the band 2) sometimes ur really just a bed for him to lie on

* the staff treats u nicely with pleasure also bc they love yj and the txties to death

* when it comes to laying down, he loves being ur little spoon, even if he might be much larger than you

* he loves when being held from time to time bc if one could describe his love, the word ‘grand’ could be used — he always gives physical affection always does big gestures of his feelings always communicating always putting himself out there

* yeonjun loves being held though, he loves being shown that he’s loved by you

* like yes he will wrap his arms around you and or pull you in for a hug randomly but god does he basically go up to heaven when you do the same for him !!!!

* cup his face with your hands and he’s done for….

* when things get rough whether you’re there at his work with him or at home, you’re his safe place

* he or one of the guys usually give you a heads up through text but if not, it’s not hard for you to see the reality

* if a show went wrong or someone said something that really got under his skin, he would have to wait a very long time to blow off some steam but once he sees you or hears you that stifled burning hot steam dissipates, fading from the forefront and he’s laughing again bc you’re the funniest person to him just smiling so wide (at the end of the day though he’ll just whisper to you how he felt earlier)

* sometimes he might get very frustrated from either the workload, particular hate comments, or something that offended him or his boys that they can’t address and as strong as he and they are, sometimes he’ll just need to collapse on top of you and you just wrap him up in a bundle and he has his face buried in your neck and usually you’ll feel the wetness of his tears or feel the shudder of a cry wracking his body, you’ve learned to calm him down by massaging his neck and his back muscles all along patterns that his heart winds down to mimic

* you reassure him and listen to him and help him let go of all he’s been holding in and after a while he doesn’t feel as grouchy and sad and he feels even better bc you also ordered him some warm food and ran him a bath

* he babies you all the time so you enjoy babying him in return

* and when it comes to arguments 🥺

* sometimes if there’s a misunderstanding or disagreement (which are usually pretty rare or small), but on the occasion of them being a bit bigger - in which it may affect half to the entire day or the vernal argument itself lasts a bit of time, there is one thing that yeonjun will always do without fail

* on nights like this when you both were unable to actually meet up with the other to get through this little rough conversation until evening and the day has worn down both you and him and you’re still trying to talk through - volume interchanging but never reaching scream levels

* you’re tired and snappy and getting frustrated and he remains persistent in trying to find a place within the argument where you can both compromise (or even just him, he just wants to go to bed with you in his arms on a positive note)

* but when he brings both his hands together like he’s going to pray, he knows that you know that it’s gonna end right there

* you quiet down and let him walk to you, bringing those hands forward to gently reach out to your own

* “wait yn, please,” he sounds exhausted and despite the argument you find yourself touched that he’s still firm in his conscious to never ever take his exhaustion or frustrations out on you

* it’s a brief realization

* “i know you’re not done and i didn’t mean to interrupt you but just please — i just need to hear you say it”

* “say what” it’s genuine, lacking any fire from earlier, even if you both know what he wants

* “please yn please don’t forget that i love you, and please tell me you love me”

* he squeezes your hands a little and it makes you release a sigh in response

* yeonjun just looks into your eyes desperately and how could anyone resist the biggest sweetheart in this universe

* you let his hands go to cup his face with your palms, thumbs brushing against his cheekbones

* “i know you love me, just the way i love you yeonjun” you tell him with a smile and it makes him smile like it’s the last thing he needed to hear before poetic death — he makes relief look that beautiful

* you apologize and he does too, refuting yours, though it’s not particularly for the main core of the argument, it’s about everything else

* you usually take the next day to mend and effectively settle the argument

* he will never not show his love for you — he always has you in his arms and wants you to always be up front with him as he is with you and he would literally do anything for you

* you make him laugh and you do so much for him that he gets emotional sometimes when he talks about you and his mom loves you so much that he likes to plan trips to meet his family and he wants to meet yours

* very much a ‘happy together, together forever’ kind of person :3

[olympeline]

You know, I like the idea that one of the first real bonding moments Alasdair and Arthur ever had was in the wreckage of 1776. That widely held headcanon that Arthur hit the bottle reeeally hard and was a rum soaked mess for a good few years after Alfred left. And of course Alasdair would have been around to witness it since their joining in 1707

And it’s quite the uncomfortable surprise, too. Arthur was always such a ferocious little shit - such a thorn in Scottie’s side - that in the end he had to propose a union before they tore each other to bits and sunk Britain’s bright future with their endless wars. Much as he hated to admit it, Arthur was tough. Arthur was strong. But now Arthur’s first born son first colony has up and left, and Arthur isn’t the fire breathing vengeance machine Alasdair expected. Instead of coming up with plots to use their growing empire’s might to beat Alfred to a pulp and drag him back kicking and screaming, Arthur has spiralled into a depressive funk, is going through three bottles a day, and would have already killed himself with alcohol poisoning if he were human. Or maybe he did a few times and just regenerated, idk. Either way it seems Alasdair didn’t know Arthur half so well as he thought he did. He never predicted a reaction like this

Alasdair watches Arthur’s collapse with confusion, followed by disbelief, then open disgust. He tries to ignore it, not wanting to deal with his sibling’s antics. Even when the king and officials beg Alasdair to step in and do something, he brusquely brushes them off. He’s not Arthur’s fucking nursemaid for God’s sake! Until one day they’re due to sail together on the kingdom’s flagship and his little brother holds them up. Alasdair gets the message that the former terror of the waves is once again too shitfaced to stand up, let alone captain a ship. Now the important voyage will have to be delayed

And Scot has just hAD ENOUGH of Arthur embarrassing and inconveniencing them all like this. He swears his brother was less trouble as a mortal enemy! Alasdair storms into Arthur’s room to drag the addlepated sot out of bed and talk some sense into him. With his fists if necessary. Not that it comes to that with Arthur as drunk as he is. Alasdair has to drag him up then hold him up to yell at him. And when Arthur tries to punch him, he would have gone down like a sack of spuds without big bro’s bruising grip. It’s awkward for all involved when Arthur’s pathetic attempts at a scuffle and Alasdair shaking and yelling at him, end with Arthur suddenly crumbling and sobbing on his shoulder. Shocking Alasdair again. He doesn’t know what to do, so he just holds Arthur and haltingly rubs his back, muttering soothing nonsense. Most mortifying moment of Alasdair’s millenia+ life.

He doesn’t push Arthur away as he clings to him, though. As much as Arthur drives him insane like no one else, he’s still Scot’s little brother. So he let’s him cry and just keeps supporting him. Listening in silence as Arthur rants and sobs about Alfred: alternating between professing deepest loathing for the “traitor,” and weeping about how much he misses him and how there’s still time to fix everything and they have to try and get him back, etc. etc. It’s a fool’s hope, but Alasdair always knew Arthur was a fool

But what can he say? A smug, confrontational, fiery, normal Arthur makes Alasdair long for their old days of striking swords and border wars. A pathetic, drunk, weeping, vulnerable Arthur brings out Alasdair’s long dormant brotherly instinct. A feeling usually reserved for Wales and the Ireland twins. But, for the first time since he was a wee bairn, the instinct comes out for Arthur. It’s been so long since he saw him cry, he’d almost forgotten Arthur was capable of it

Alasdair lets Arthur cry himself to exhaustion, then helps him back into bed. Takes off Arthur’s coat, pulls off his boots, drags the blankets up over him. Arthur catches his arm, hands trembling, when Alasdair goes to straighten up and begs him not to leave him too. Alasdair rolls his eyes, cuffs Arthur - gently - and tells him to sleep it off. Then promises gruffly to be there when he wakes up, so stop being a drunk fool and go to sleep

Arthur obeys and Alasdair he keeps his word. Wales and Ireland fill in sailing duty and Alasdair stays with Arthur: king and parliament’s ranting be damned. Planning to help his little brother get himself back on track once he wakes up, starting with getting him off the booze. Or at least getting it back down to royal navy functional alcoholic levels. They can worry about everything else later

Thankfully for both their sanities, Arthur remembers very little of this when he wakes up lol. Alasdair makes sure to thank God extra hard that week at church for big mercies

[toxicruins101]

YOUR WORDS KILLED ME

Sbi! Family x Male! Killer! Reader.

Tw!: Gore, torture, mentions of torture, blood, killing, depression. Etc.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

you couldn't even keep count of how many days it had been since you were stuck down here.

1, 2, 3..678910..

Who knows? Yet as the faint sound of your blood dropping onto the floor making a slight consecutive sound you became aware of the passage of time around you.

The faint sound of chains rubbing with each other, making an awful sound.

Pain was the only thing you felt at the moment and you knew you weren't going to last very longer in this hell hole.

You committed a crime, a deadly one quite literally, and in exchange you got sentenced to this.

Torture and torture for days on end.

You heard the heavy metal door move and tried to look up but even that hurt.

You could try to look up with your eyes but you failed the energy to even do that.

"Hey mate.." Philza, oh your sweet father Philza, all this time he had been so hopeful and so relived when they told him you'll be able to get out instead of serving a life long sentence

Yet it pained you so much, knowing his poor heart was going to be crushed.

"Are you feeling ok? I'm guessing your asleep right now though.."

'I'm not sleeping, I'm dying' you thought as a warm feeling invaded your pain struck heart.

Your father always did care for you, he always has, as his first child you meant everything to him.

You wish you could scream out to him and tell him your fate, but were unable as your tongue had been cut out in the early days of this sentence.

You wanted to cry and sob, tell him everything that was wrong, so maybe he could save you, he could rescue you.

That maybe you'll get to see your little brothers again.

Maybe train with techno one last time, teach Wilbur guitar again, and help tommy pull pranks on the others just for one more time.

But your death seemed closer than that possibility coming true.

"Don't worry mate, just 2 more weeks and your out of here, two more weeks and you'll get to go home." Spoke your father tears welling in his eyes at the sight of your broken hanged up form.

You'd be long gone by then, your poor heart ached at the thought of your caring family having to receive the news of your death.

You all meant a lot to the other, so just thinking about it made you weep.

"I'll be taking my leave now mate, stay strong ok? We are all waiting for you back home.." his voice spoke, you tried to move towards him, yell at him to stop and speak a little more.

To null the pain and bring back the good memories, you wanted to die with a familiar voice calling out to you.

Not the treacherous screams of the other inmates in here whose fates have already been decided.

Soon after though another person came in.

"Y/n? You there?"

Techno

Techno!

You were so glad, you wanted to run up and hug him so tightly both of you were out of air.

Sadly you couldn't so you slightly moved your arms making the chains jingle hoping that would give him the message you were listening to him.

"Ah good, thought you were passed out there for a sec and I got really scared.." he chuckled lightly at the end of his sentence

Don't say stuff like that...it'll only make it harder for me to die you thought

"listen, we all, really miss you ok? I know what you did was bad, but, nobody deserves this.

Come back home, ok? We all.

Really need you" spoke his grave voice as he slowly made his way outside, looking over at you again before leaving.

There were so many things you wanted to say to him.

So many

So so many.

You had missed him so much over the years it was crazy.

You didn't know if this was the gods way of having mercy on you and letting you hear your family one last time or their punishment.

Making you hear and bear that weight of sadness knowing all their hopes of you getting out of here were going to get tarnished by your inevitable death.

No-one?

Guess that was it.

Maybe Wilbur and tommy didn't think you were worth their time-

"Y/n?..." Spoke a gentle voice from the other side of the space.

Wilbur.

You slightly smiled, you wanted to cry more than ever.

You had missed him so much.

Hearing about his death in l'manburg broke you in a million pieces

Yet there he stood now, revived and well.

He only started at you and walked over.

He inspected your weak form and wanted to cry at the state of it.

In an act of anger, at seeing his brother, his blood, one of the men who raised him be hung up and treated like a punching bag he broke the chains holding up your arms, with a sword that always hanged loosely on his belt.

Guards came rushing in as you finally felt your hands in God knows how long.

You smiled at him and he smiled back at you.

Guards came in and started pushing him out

He screamed and thrashed in their hold.

"LET GO OF ME YOU FUCKS, IM TALKING WITH MY BROTHER, WAIT-

NO NO WAIT-

Y-!"

his voice got cut off as he was forced out and the metal door slammed shut.

The guards looked at your weak form on the ground and scoffed as they pulled you up and tied you by your wrists.

So much for feeling your hands again

This time you didn't hear a voice, not even a peep.

Just quiet footsteps as they came closer and closer to you.

You felt gentle arms around your torso, careful as to not hurt you as sobs emitted from said person.

Tommy, the youngest out of all of you.

You looked at his dirty blonde hair and wanted to reach out and hug him so bad as he hugged and cried onto your broken skin.

His sobs filled out the room as tears fell from your eyes at the sight of your little brother in pain.

All because of you

Your family was suffering

Your friends were suffering

Everyone was suffering

Because of you

"All right, visiting times over kid, scram" spoke your torturer and you wanted to punch him faceless because of how he talked to your brother.

He only glared at the man but then took notice of the various array of weapons desplayed on his cart.

Full of blood, your blood, to be precise.

"hey, wait, no." He said as he stared.

Two more guards came out and went towards him when they realized he had no plans of leaving.

"HEY! NO! WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING ON DOING TO HIM! NO! DONT YOU DARE-" Spoke the blonde haired kid as they dragged him out, tears falling from his blue eyes.

"Something permanent" spoke your abuser as he smirked at your disheveled younger brother being forced out of the room.

You could hear your name being called and sobs from the other side.

No

No

NO

NO

NONO

NONONONO

NO GOD PLEASE

Don't leave me please

Philza...

Techno...

Wilbur....

Tommy...

Don't leave me to die alone please...