#suicide menton tw

[sunlitmcgee]

i need to get the angst out of my system. do you think that while he was in exile, genus loci tommy started to grow just a bit taller than cDream as he shifted into the earliest stages of transformation. do you think it left him so sore and tired and hungry. do you think he laid in bed for hours at a time, too tired to get up, and just laid their wishing that Tubbo or Wilbur or Ranboo were there to comfort him. he's known that he's going to fade away since he was a little seedling. he's been excited for it, but now he just wants it to happen so he can get away from here. he'll get to be everywhere at once once he's merged with the land. he'll get to see tubbo and his friends everyday. it's okay if tubbo hates him. he just wants to see him and know that he's alright. he just wants it to be over. he's just so tired of being sore.

[justsomeautistcthings]

What is kosa?

(TW menton of suicid)

Kosa (kid online safety act) is ment to keep kids safe by cencering what they can see and having the default settings in parental controls be practically maxed out.

They say it will help kids when yes kids need to be safe but completely censoring of everything on social media is not the solution. Social media sites can also be sued for exposing kids to inappropriate content so it will likely end up with complete censorship of anything that government find “inappropriate”.

Some topics that will be censored are mental health, suicidal help, help for eating disorders, reproductive health and more

Topics that likely will be censored lgbt topics/community, anything on Palestine and anything that the government disagrees with.

It will also most likely out lots of kids in unsafe homes and have negative impact on their mental health.

And this won’t just effect kids as I said earlier company’s can be sued for exposing kids to inappropriate things. So this will most likely end in complete censorship of anything that may be inappropriate for children ages 13-17.

It will remove lots of children’s right to privacy and in the end cause lots of problems for many many kids in the US.

So please do what you can to get this bill removed.

[zouisalmightie]

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[biaoba]

[imtoohotmilk]

[cynical-things]

What’s the thing you’re most proud of?

Probs getting one of the best grades in my class at undergrad and receiving a scholarship to do my masters degree. I have pretty bad depression and I honestly didn’t think I’d live until I was 18 so completing school dispute my mh shit is really wild and I’m proud of myself for that.

[svnbursted]

oops

Just outside the door waits a tin of blueberry muffins and a pumpkin pie, along with a lazy drawing of a tattooed turkey at the top of a note.

heather – hi, it’s me. i was baking a ton of stuff to practice for thanksgiving and maybe avoid critiques from tess (lol) so and i figured i might as well make some for you while i was at it. the muffins are pretty bomb if i’m being honest, i ate one as i drew that dank ass turkey (still trying to use dank in a proper context. i know most of what’s going on with memes and shit but dank has so many uses aside from its actual definition that i kinda just throw it in and see if it works) and it was *chef’s kiss.* so enjoy. in the spirit of a fucked up holiday that celebrates imperialism, i have to tell you: you stole a piece of my frozen dead heart just like europeans stole land <3 you colonized my heart <33 but for real lol (can i be serious?? genuinely don’t know if it’ll happen)  uh you uhhh helped save my life and i’ve literally never been more happy to be alive (i keep expecting the shit to hit the fan but i feel better every day) and i owe you huge i want you to know that when i was looking at the knife i thought about what things would be like for you (in the context of me) if i was dead vs. if i lived and got better and shit changed. and i always told myself i should do it because it would be better for everyone if i was gone but you were one of like 3-5 people that made me feel so fucking important and elevated and worthy that i had to realize ending my life wouldn’t have made anyone else’s any better. i always felt like a burden and unwanted and shit, but not with you. you showed me a kind of love i never had before and it changed me. maybe just a little at a time and in combination with other forces but i wouldn’t be this person in this position today if i hadn’t found you. i always feel like you found me. and you cared about finding me. and that matters a lot and i can’t say how ~thankful~ i am (oops did i kill the serious moment) i’m sorry about all the shit i said when you were getting ready to leave. i was scared as shit to lose my family after i waited so long to have one but i hate how i yelled and cried and blamed instead of listening. i’m a lot less scared of most things now and i swear i’ll listen now if you need it. you’re more than i ever thought i deserved or would come close to having but here you are.  i love you a lot and miraculously i know you love me too add that to the list of things you’ve done for me happy fuckin thanksgiving - pepperoni

@pepperchase

She celebrates–if this can even be considered a proper celebration–Thanksgiving in concise fragments now.

She rose from her bedroom at six in the morning, all mussy-haired, went to shower for half an hour then proceeded to heat the cheap, small-sized turkey she and Sam had taken tiny chunks off the night before and left it at the dining table for her sister to finish. She opted to grab one of the ramen cups for breakfast instead ( unhealthy, she knows, but something about the taste makes her feel safe - homely ) and ate slightly curled up as she watched Sam bustle to grab some of her things, her gifts, and scurry off to spend the rest of the day with Andie while draping this huge grin that resembled not just one but a clump of fireflies. Heather matched it with a quick nod, until the younger girl’s footsteps dissipated.

She found the present at seven, but didn’t open it until ten because she had to grab her jacket, hurriedly storm out and march towards the gallery, her art-shack, because it was Thanksgiving and she felt like a pile of shit for showing up now after weeks of being a coward, but she wanted to be sure the fucking creative little rascals weren’t alone and were at least getting some sort of celebration.

She read the note at ten-thirty and was relieved she’d decided to sit down first, back against her makeshift office, with the kids running around and tossing pieces of turkey at one another. After reading the letter, she felt like she’d just breathed for the first time that day, that week, that month, and it came out in a wavering heave because god, fucking Pepper, she was giving her more credit than she thought she deserved—but she smiled through clenched teeth, wanted to say Pepper didn’t owe her anything, that right this second, Pepper was saving her life by saying these words, while her past had been catching up to her and saying how much of a fucked-up being she was. She laughed, and choked out, “you’re so fucking ridiculous, Pep,” with her arm pressed against her eyes through her sobs, “thank you. Fuck. Fuck.”

She found her phone at eleven, texted, ‘I’m so proud of how far you’ve gone. The muffins are fucking delicious and I’m sharing them with the munchkins. Come join us if you want. I love you. Happy Thanksgiving’, and deleted, ‘i don’t deserve it. help’.

At one, she greeted the kids and retold the story of the golden rockstar she met in a castle full of mosaics. They never grew bored out of it.

Late at eleven, she came back home. She didn’t touch her bottles, didn’t dig her fingernails into her skin, didn’t get into any physical fights. Not tonight. She curled her whale doll against her chest instead and spilled her fucking lungs into it until six in the morning came back around.

[ssamie]

nine. “partners in crime and suicide”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentons of suicide & breaking into arcades

masterlist.        suicide freak!

"thank you for having us!" fukurodani exclaimed as they bowed. it was the end of their three-day practice match, and fukurodani was about to leave and were waiting for their bus. 

"hey hey hey!" bokuto called out. he waved his arms around, trying to get y/n's attention, all while akaashi quietly stood beside him. 

she chuckled and jogged over to the boy. "hey to you too, bokuto" she mused 

"y/n-chan! im gonna miss you!" bokuto said dramatically as he wrapped his beefy arms around her 

"i'll miss you too" she laughed "i'll be missing your awesome spikes, bokuto!" bokuto beamed from the praise and hugged her even tighter. "i know right! my spikes are awesome!" 

"you're too nice to him, y/n-san" akaashi commented 

"yeah, he's been thriving off your compliments for days" konoha snickered as he walked past  "he'll probably be down in the slumps once he can't hear you cheering for him anymore" 

bokuto pouted and rested his cheek on top of her head. "you're all so mean~" he whined 

"oi, oi, oi!" kuroo called out "bokubro, hands off our manager!" he glared playfully 

"no way!! join our team instead, y/n-chan!!" bokuto cried out as he squeezed her even tighter and swayed her around. "we already have two managers, bokuto-san" akaashi says as he tried to peel his huge arms off of her 

"we can have three!" bokuto countered 

"you can stick with two." kenma interjected. kenma stared him down, not talking nor blinking, silently waiting for him to let the girl go. 

"r-right!" bokuto smiled nervously. he let her go and sheepishly avoided eye contact with kenma. 

"kenma~" she cooed as she slithered her way towards him. "let's go out later" she suggested 

"where?" he asked 

"its a surprise, of course!" she exclaimed with a grin 

"you're not gonna kill me, are you?" 

"this is surprisingly nice.." kenma says as he pokes his mochi with his chopsticks 

y/n was sat across from him, a cup of tea in hand as she placed her mochi on his plate. "right? this is the usual restaurant the agency goes to" she said with a small smile 

kenma nodded and looked out the window as he chews on the sakura mochi. his cat-like eyes watched the cars and people pass by the streets. it was nearing night time, and the sky was slowly darkening, causing the street lights to turn on. 

"so, y/n.." he trailed off 

"hm?" she hummed back 

"why-" kenma stops himself, subconsciously letting out a tired sigh as he watched her pour some suspicious liquid into her drink. 

"what the hell are you doing?" kenma deadpanned as he watched her happily mix the contaminated tea. 

"shh! let me have my moment, kenma-kun!" she shushed him she giddily grasped the cup and brought it up to her lips. 

"y/n, stop that!" kenma exclaimed as he took the drink from her hands 

"what did you put in this?! it smells like death in a washing machine!" kenma gagged. he scrunched his nose up as he poured it out the window, emptying the cup before placing it back beside him, so she couldn't reach for it. 

"kenma! that was my suicide potion!" she cried out childishly 

"your suicide potion?" kenma deadpanned "that's stupid. please don't-" 

"dont worry though, i brought an extra one just in case!" she exclaimed "although it's just the chemicals so it'll probably sting my throat a bit" 

"how about you don't drink anything at all" kenma sighed. he shoved a mochi in her mouth and snatched the small bottle from her. 

"i thought we came here to have a peaceful meal, not so i could watch you die" he said "plus.. there's something i've been meaning to ask you" kenma said "but you just ruined the moment." 

"aw! are you finally agreeing to the double suicide?!" she asked with a huge grin. she took his hands in hers and intertwined their fingers together. "is that why you took the drink from me?" 

"you wanted to drink it together, didn't you?!" 

"no."

kenma shook his head and stared at their hands. more specifically, her bandages. "i wanted to know why you wore these bandages all the time.." he muttered 

he looked up to meet eyes with her. though, he soon panicked and frantically bowed his head in apology "i-i mean, if that's okay with you!" he shrieked "it's totally fine if you don't wanna tell me.." 

kenma gulped as she continued to stare at him with her (e/c) eyes and an unreadable expression. she then chuckled and pulled her hands away, stuffing them in her pockets as she leaned back on her seat 

"well, why do you think i wear them all the time?" she mused 

"um.. for injuries?" kenma replied, though he wasn't so sure of his answer 

she hummed and nodded along, not confirming nor denying it. 

"um, maybe for style?" he asked "though, you'd look perfectly fine without them" he said 

"would you like me not to wear my bandages?" she asked him 

"um well, no" kenma shrugged "i think it'd feel weird and new if i saw you without them" 

"maybe you just like bondage." she suggested with a straight face 

"i what??" kenma spluttered as a soft pink hue covered his cheeks "where did that come from?!" 

"i dunno, kenma-kun" she shrugged "maybe the reason you like seeing me in bandages so much is because-" 

"i don't wanna hear it." kenma groaned 

"also.. ʷʰᵒ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵍᵘʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵈᵃʸ?" he muttered bashfully 

she raised an eyebrow curiously as she asked him to repeat the question. 

"i asked.. who was that guy the other day?" kenma said much louder, much to his embarrassment 

"oh." she mumbled. just then, an evil grin formed on her lips as she giggled tauntingly. "oya oya~ why do you ask, kenma~" she teased as she poked on his cheeks 

"i- no reason, okay!" kenma exclaimed

he puffed out his reddened cheeks and looked down on his lap, letting his hair cover his face as he tried to ignore her teasing remarks "i just heard that he was your 'old partner' and i got curious" he said

"and how did you hear that, hm?" she smirked "were you spying on me?" 

kenma paled at the realisation of his slip up and groaned "well no- okay, kind of.." 

"we were just curious so we followed you.. but we stopped after you left the cafe" he admitted 

"hm, well his name is chuuya" she said with a fond smile "he's like a tiny chihuahua, and will probably bite you if you touch him" 

"oh.." kenma muttered "you guys seemed close..does he work for your agency too?" he asked 

she chuckled and shook her head. "no, no. quite the opposite of that, actually" 

"we're just old friends, i guess." she shrugged "we met at my old job"

"your old job?" kenma raised a brow "i kind of can't imagine you doing anything else, to be honest" 

"i mean, i wouldn't have believed you even worked as a detective if you didn't tell me yourself" he said with a soft laugh 

"well then, would you like to guess?" she asked with a smile. kenma blinked back, nodding as he pondered over his answer "well, i guess you could've been a.." he trailed off 

"um.." kenma groaned in frustration. he stared directly at her face, trying to think of a job suitable for her and her personality, though nothing came to mind. 

"dont bother burning your brain out, brat" a voice chimed in 

"yeah, y/n's old profession is still a mystery to us" another voice said 

kenma, along with y/n, looked back at the door to see kunikida and atsushi entering the cafe 

"oh! atsushi, weren't you aiming for the reward?" she chuckled "watch out, kenma might guess correctly before you!" atsushi panicked and rushed over to their side "was he close to the answer?!" atsushi shrieked 

"nope! but you can join the guessing game if you want!" she exclaimed with a cheeky grin 

"gladly!" atsushi exclaimed, pulling out a chair and setting it between them. "but just for context.." atsushi trailed off "the reward is still in tact right?" 

"yup! 700 grand for the correct answer!" she said with a laugh 

"700 grand?" kenma muttered "is the answer really that hard to guess?" 

"YES! THE ONLY PERSON WHO PROBABLY KNOWS IS RANPO-SAN AND-" atsushi cut himself off as he finally got a good look of kenma ".. youre that boy she's been obsessing about.." atsushi sweat dropped 

"y/n-san.." atsushi sent her a knowing glare, which she responds with an offended scoff 

"you hurt me, atsushi" she sighed "i asked him out, and he said yes! i didn't force him this time!" 

"what do you mean 'this time' ?" kunikida scowled "are you really pestering the poor boy?" kunikida said "sometimes it's like you're asking to be hit" 

kenma blinked as he watched them interact, slowly starting to feel awkward as the man in glasses continue to scold her while atsushi went back to guessing. 

"writer?!" atsushi guessed "nope!" 

"researcher!" ; "nooo!" 

"journalist!" ; "boo!" 

"fortune teller!" ; "wrong!~" 

"interpretor?!" ; "non, non~" 

"its all too random.." kenma commented as he, too, tried to think of the right answer 

"actor?!" atsushi shrieked "no! but.." she trailed off, placing her hands on her pink cheeks "that's flattering!" 

"y/n.." kenma muttered out. he reached over the table to tug on the sleeve of her coat. she screamed internally from his adorable act and faced him "yes?" she asked 

".. i wanna go to the arcade" kenma said with a pout 

she, quite literally, had to slap her chest repeatedly as she felt her heart beat faster. "kyANMAAA! YOU'RE SO CUTE!" she squealed "of course, we can go!" 

"well then, atsushi-kun, do you yeild?" she chuckled as she picked up the check from the table "well, i can't think of any more.." atsushi sighed defeatedly 

"then you can take our check!" she exclaimed as she sent him a cutesy smile. she shoved the bill into his hands and skipped away to the exit with kenma's hand in hers 

"wait! i don't have any money-" 

"bye-bye~" she waved as she closed the door 

"now then, let's get to that arcade" 

"y/n this is closed." kenma said with a sigh. they were currently standing infront of an arcade, obviously already closed, after walking for about half an hour 

"i know, kenma-kun! no need to state the obvious" she mused. she licked her lips as she continued fiddling with the lock, brows furrowing from concentration as she picked it open with a simple hair clip 

"so then why are we here??" kenma grumbled "we could've went to other ones that were open. and it's getting really late, you're lucky my parents aren't home for the week" he said 

"silly boy, it's not closed if the door is open, right?" she chuckled as she pointed to the arcade doors

"i wha- did you pick the lock?!" kenma whisper shouted  "this is illegal! we're literally breaking in!" he hissed out as he tried to run away 

though, she simply grasped his wrist and pulled him inside. "its fine, kenma! we'll just leave a note to the owner" she laughed carefreely "besides, it's not that big of a deal! we'll still pay for tokens!" she said with a smile 

kenma worriedly tiptoed inside, squinting his cat-like eyes as he tried to adjust to the dark. he slightly winced as bright, and colorful lights suddenly turned on. 

"oop- i found the power switch!" she announced "now then, what game should we play first.." she hummed to herself as she eyed each game

"this is it. i'm gonna die. we're gonna get arrested and i'll rot in the prison. thanks a lot." kenma chanted out. he nervously sat down on the seat infront of the screen which showed 'tekken' 

(bro i've never played that game before, and what do you call those huge metal box things with the games in arcades wtf ♀️)

 "i got tokens!" she exclaimed as she sat on the one across him.

"this is so wrong" kenma said with a shake of his head though despite that, he still reached out for the token and continued to play. 

after some time of pretty much trying out each game and tiring themselves out from the DDR machines by performing some embarrassing choreos. 

"okay, i kinda want that one" she said as she pointed to the cat plushy "why? there's one here that's so much bigger" kenma said as he pointed to the kuromi plushy which looked like it could swallow them whole 

"this cat looks like you." she defended "im gonna name him kyanma, won't that be cute?" 

"plus if we get this, we'll have enough tickets to get that game you want" 

staying true to her word, they didn't break or steal anything. so technically, they didn't commit a crime, right? well, only if you scratch out the breaking in part.. but that's okay. they had fun and that's all that matters, alright? 😃

"fine.." kenma mumbled as he plucked the plushy and the game off the shelf 

they threw the tickets on the counter, flashed the cctv cameras one last peace sign, and left. 

"i can't believe i just did that" kenma muttered out with a laugh "but it was fun. thanks for that, y/n" he smiled at her 

she blinked and stared at his side profile as they continued their walk home. "it was fun, yeah.." she chuckled 

"so.. how's it feel?" she mused "first crime in your record! do you feel like a misunderstood punk teen now?" 

"no, i feel like a criminal." 

"same thing!" she beamed with a grin 

she locked their arms together and gripped the plushy with her free hand, letting it dangle by her side as they walked "i just realized something.." she gasped 

kenma raised a brow and side eyed her "what is it?" he asked 

"we're now officially partners in crime and suicide!" 

"sure" kenma chuckled 

[ilovetheater24601]

⚠TW⚠ Brief Mentons of suicide

I was thinking about what the character of Moritz means for the story of Spring Awakening And I think that I've figured it out. Moritz represents innocence he's the Opposite of everything Melchior is he's not smart, or happy, or we'll liked. I think that Moritz's death represents the end of everyone (but especially Melchior's) childhood there innocence. If I'm right about this then its no coincidence that he kills himself right after the hayloft seen because that is the moment that Melchior loses his Innocence the moment he loses Moritz

PS. I hope that all made sense

I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors

[ao3feed-harleykeener]

by PeachyKeener

Peter itched to write on his skin, reaching for a pen and scribbling down, i really love you

I love you too, Rose responded in seconds, what was that for?

Just thinking about you.

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Peter Parker-Stark loves his soulmate, his Rose. Harley Keener loves his soulmate, his Solo. They love each other but don't exactly realize it- and Tony Stark just wants them to stop being idiots.

Words: 4753, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Harley Keener, Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Shuri, Harry Osborn, Flash Thompson, Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, Harley Keener's Mother, Macy Keener - Character, Abbie Keener, Harley Keener's Bullies, EJ Stone, Peter Parkers ex boyfriend Wayne Bruce

Relationships: Harley Keener/Peter Parker, Tony Stark/Harley Keener's mom (mentioned), Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Harley Keener & Tony Stark, Harley Keener & Peter Parker

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Romantic Soulmates, Platonic Soulmates, too - Freeform, uhhhh, Tw: It mentions cutting, Tw: It mentons (assumed) suicide that was actually just medical problems, TW: Homophobia in later chapters, otherwise this entire fic is hurt comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Comfort, fluff when its not being angst, harley comes out of his shell and into his own, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Parent Tony Stark, Peter Parker Calls Tony Stark "Dad", Peter Parker was adopted by Tony Stark AU, Uhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhhh, I promise this will be more fluff, it STARTS with harley being withdrawn and nervous to be himself and ends with some fluff, its going to be tooth rottening sweet but it will have SOME angst moments, inspired by prompt "im so glad you're alive" but then made sweet, anyway, uhh, I Really Hope You Guys Like This, more tags to come

[frenchhobbit]

Attendre le jour

Fiction 

Fandom : BTS

By : me, Chrys (hi guys)

Langage : français / french

Pairing : Yoongi x Jimin 

Thème, TW : dépression, suicide, arme

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Yoongi arma le chien de l’arme. Il n’en pouvait plus.

Allongé sur le flanc dans son lit, il contemplait le champ de ruines qu’était sa vie.

           Les sons de la ville étaient loin mais incessants. Ils donnaient à cette chambre une ambiance lugubre et solitaire, une pièce désarticulée et vide. Les lumières des lampadaires au dehors offraient quelques rayons épars et froids. N’avait-on jamais vu plus triste demeure ?

           C’est là que vivait Yoongi pourtant. Il avait bien essayé d’emménager son petit appartement pour lui donner un air moins triste, l’animer de quelque vie. Mais c’était sans espoir. Les bibelots étaient aussi vides que son cœur, les photographies aussi immobiles que ses émotions.

Mais que disait-il encore ? Vide, son cœur ? Immobiles ? Non, son cœur était plutôt plein, trop plein d’émotions qu’il n’arrivait pas à contrôler. Des sentiments qui le broyaient un peu plus chaque jour. Qui l’étouffaient. Oui, c’était ça : il avait l’impression de ne plus pouvoir respirer. Etre vivant et agoniser chaque jour. Quelle terrible souffrance pour un être aussi petit, aussi frêle que lui.

Yoongi plaça le canon de l’arme sous son menton, dans le creux, directement pointé sur son cerveau.

Pourtant, il avait essayé de reprendre le contrôle de sa vie. Et il y avait des périodes de mieux ! Il pouvait se souvenir de nombre de moments où il avait été heureux, où il avait souri et ri comme si tout allait bien. Il savait ce qu’était le bonheur. Mais il savait aussi qu’il ne durait jamais… Yoongi replongeait toujours. Et il sombrait à chaque fois un peu plus profond.

Il avait l’impression de tomber dans des abysses infernales, si obscures et si vides, si écrasantes et… sans espoir ? Oui, c’était bien ça, c’était là ce qui manquait tout au fond de sa propre boîte de Pandore : l’espoir. Dans ses abysses à lui, il n’y avait que le désespoir.

Il pleurait. C’était si dur de continuer. Pour quoi faire ? Pour qui ?

« Arrête Yoongi. »

Jimin était à quatre pattes au-dessus de lui. Sa main hésitante près de l’arme, il pleurait.

« Je t’en supplie Yoongi, ne fais pas ça. »

Yoongi ferma les yeux. Ces paroles lui faisaient mal. N’aurait-il pas pu le laisser partir tranquillement ? Pourquoi essayer de le retenir ?

« Yoongi, pose ce revolver… »

« Tu t’en remettras. »

C’était horrible. Il était horrible. Et il le savait. Mais il ne regrettait pas ses paroles pour la simple et bonne raison qu’il en pensait chacun des mots.

« C’est pas vrai… »

« Si, Jimin, tu t’en remettras. Tu me pleureras, bien sûr, mais tu finiras par m’oublier dans quelques mois ou quelques années. Tu ne te souviendras plus de ma voix, tu auras oublié mon sourire, le goût de mes lèvres ne viendra plus hanter tes lèvres. Tu m’oublieras Jimin, comme tout le monde. »

« Arrête ! » Le poing avait frappé le matelas, mais Yoongi n’avait pas bougé, l’arme toujours calée au creux de sa mâchoire. « Quand bien même c’est vrai, de quel droit oses-tu m’infliger cette souffrance ?! Quelques années de torture ! Yoongi comment peux-tu me condamner à ça ? »

Il comprenait, bien sûr. Il avait essayé d’aller mieux. Il avait tenté de reprendre sa vie en main et d’avancer. Il avait essayé aussi fort qu’il avait pu. Mais il y avait cette maladie invisible et indétectable, qui lui rongeait le cerveau sans issue. Une dépression chronique, lui avait-on dit. Il avait cru pouvoir s’en sortir et goûter à la santé. Il s’efforçait d’y croire, à chaque fois. Et ce petit espoir le brisait chaque fois plus fort lorsqu’il trébuchait et retombait dans ses enfers personnelles.

C’était trop douloureux.

« Et toi, » répondit Yoongi, la voix éteinte, « de quel droit m’obliges-tu à vivre ? Cette souffrance… je n’en peux plus… »

Et pourtant, il ne pouvait nier que ces paroles teintaient d’une légère couleur, couleur froide et fade, la nuit pleine d’angoisses.

Jimin pleurait doucement, les larmes coulaient jusqu’au bout de son nez et s’évanouissaient dans le vide. Alors il se calma et bougea doucement sur le côté, venant s’allonger contre le dos de Yoongi. Il déposa de doux baisers dans son cou.

« Reste avec moi… »

Yoongi sentit son cœur menacer de l’étouffer à nouveau. Il avait envie de vomir, de pleurer, de hurler, de frapper le matelas. Il se contenta d’éloigner l’arme de sa tête.

« Yoongi, reste avec moi… »

La douce main de Jimin se posa sur son bras, Yoongi vint enlacer leurs doigts. Il avait froid.

« Reste avec moi. »

Il se sentait si seul.

« Reste, pour moi. »

Il serra un peu plus fort ses doigts. Et il sanglota.

« Reste. »

« Mais tu n’es même pas réel. »

 Yoongi passa le reste de la nuit à pleurer. Il se sentait si seul. Devait-il croire qu’il arriverait, un jour, à se débarrasser de ses propres démons ?

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[leesacrakon]

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOSH

758 FOLLOWERS????? SERIOUSLY???? i LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH AAAAAAA! <3 *FANDER MOM HUGS ALL YOU PRECIOUS BEANS*

GET READY FOR ANOTHER FANDOM GIF SET. 

THIS ONE IS DEPRESSING

AND FEATURES CRYING CHARACTERS.

SORRY. 

I JUST LOVE TO SEE MY CHILDREN SUFFER. 

I LOVE YOU, I PROMISE

(also, spoiler warning and tw for flashing images, sadness, and suicide mentons)

Percy Jackson

 Harry Potter

Disney

Creepypasta

Hetalia

 Avengers

 Thor

Monster High

 Glee

The Chronicles of Narnia

Orange

Voltron: Legendary Defender

Yuri!!! On Ice

 Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children

 Disney's Descendants

 Sofia the First

 Newsies

Sherlock

 Be More Chill (The Musical)

 Heathers (The Musical)

 Dear Evan Hansen

Sanders Sides

Camp Camp

Trollhunters

Ouran Highschool Host Club

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i posted this a while ago but deleted it because I was embarrassed but I'm rewriting it now for the livestream

tw// su*c*de mention

unus annus effected me so much

i was going through a really rough time a while back in quarantine and wanted to quit.

i was writing my su*c*de note when unus annus uploaded and i took a quick break to watch. i realized how much I would miss the channel and set myself a deal.

i would die with the channel. time passed and i worked through it. i no longer am going to be dieing with the channel and without the clock i would be dead.

thank you mark and ethan for doing what you do.

memento mori unus annus 🖤