#8255

[banyun-gong]

Sofia Paiva 麥嘉欣 @sofiavdsp

#8,255

[every-tome]

[hisclockworkservants]

SCP-8255

SCP-8255 - Pentapedal Entity (Unconfirmed) by Aleph-Null: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-8255

[archduchessofnowhere]

Archduchess Hedwig of Austria-Tuscany as a child, by György Vastagh, 1898.

Via Neumeister

[ladythatsmyskull]

National Suicide Hotline: 1-800-273-8255

[trexalicious]

All gave some, some gave all...🙏💔

This Memorial Day weekend please remember and honor those who have served...Freedom isn't free!

[see-arcane]

What is there to say?

I am afraid. I am angry.

For the second time this country has shamed itself and put the world in jeopardy from its example. Other monsters will be empowered and run ahead with their own nations. Now, short of a miracle which I do not hold my breath for, we must hold on for four years to see if one of Trump’s infinite ugly promises holds true—will we even get to have a presidential election in the future? Supposing we do, can we even trust that our fellow Americans won’t damn us again?

I am afraid. I am angry.

Sickness and blame boil in me. I did everything I could. I voted, I informed, I pleaded. I know that my friends have too. But the news tells me it was not just the electoral college that failed us, but the popular vote. Which tells me that we live surrounded by more ignorance and hate than I ever expected. We live in a country where eligible voters are steeped in an ideology that aligns enough with the poison of Project 2025 that it makes me fear to trust anyone—anyone—around me ever again. And it makes me wonder, in light of the turnout, how many people stayed at home and simply chose not to vote. Chose not to sully themselves with the effort of choosing the lesser evil. I am looking at you. We are all looking at you. Do you feel smart now? Do you feel superior? Do you plan to pat your back today for ‘teaching them a lesson?’ Do you have a plan to save us? To save the rest of the world from the ripple of this? Tell me you do. I’m listening.

I am afraid. I am angry.

I am not prophesizing doom. But I have a memory that goes back at least eight whole years. I understand the concepts of hindsight and foresight. I know that everything the Republicans say they wish to do to us, they mean to do, and want to do worse. That is the truth. That is who they are and what they want. I know this. I accept this as fact. The stages of grief have been cycled through before, remember? There is no denial. No bargaining. My calluses are still here. They must harden thicker now.

I am afraid. I am angry.

I am thinking, of all things, of cosmic horror. More, cosmic insignificance. I always do in the face of reality’s grandest nightmares. A useless perspective except to give scale to things. I am less than an atom in the sea of space. A fraction of a fraction of a fraction of meat and time and breath on a crumb of mud in a galaxy tucked haphazardly in a corner of an infinity of stars and darkness. My life, like all lives, is a flicker. Barely there. Death is inevitable. I must live like I know it. And to devote myself wholly to horror, even in the face of the unthinkable, is to waste the rest of what I have, what I am. Gods fall from the sky and raise their heads from the sea, and I am still here. Reading. Writing. Breathing. Thinking. Hating.

(“HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE THEM SINCE I SAW THE NEWS. THERE WERE 71,071,013 VOTES FOR HIM THIS YEAR. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH OF THOSE BALLOTS IN 8 PT FONT ON BOTH SIDES AND PRINTED AGAIN FROM THE EAST COAST TO THE WEST, IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR MY COUNTRY AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT. FOR THEM. HATE. HATE.”)

I am afraid. I am angry.

Nauseous to find that the first thing I did upon learning the results was look up suicide hotlines. Not for me—I have saved myself too long with fact: Wait long enough, death will come eventually. Do not jump ahead in line.—but for those who I know are afraid enough to overwhelm the anger, to drown out all else, and who are thinking of the next four years and who knows how much longer. I know you’re out there. I know you are looking at the pills in your cupboard, at the veins of your arm, at the black tunnel of the gun. Look away. Look here.

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255

TrevorLifeline: 1-866-488-7386 (for LGBTQ youth)

Trans Lifeline: 1-877-565-8860 (for the transgender community)

I am afraid. I am angry.

I am alive. Here and now, whether I like it or not. I despair for myself, for my friends, for strangers across the country and the globe who can feel the full and loathsome weight of all this election implies about those around us. Those who hold our lives in their hands and will do all they can to wring them dry in earnest. How did things turn to this? How did it all sink so low, so awful, so venomously backwards against education and empathy? How, how, how? A missing stage of the grieving process: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance, and Confused disappointment.

I am afraid. I am angry.

The morning is sunless, of course. There will be no light for another hour as I write this. But time is passing. Second by minute by hour. And each micro-instant that accrues in which I am here and myself, existing outside the red mold they want, is another moment that would anger them. To let despair crush and collapse me out of shape, out of life and its facets, is a victory I will not cede to anyone. Least of all to them. I will go on, because I must go on. I will be myself, for that is an affront to all they want from me. I will think and act and make and be for as long and fully as I can. Because fuck them.

I am afraid. I am angry.

I am not alone. I know that too, for the numbers show it. Afraid, angry. But never alone. Neither are you.

I am afraid. I am angry.

I am here. I am holding your hand.

I am afraid. I am angry.

I love you more than I fear anything.

I am afraid. I am angry.

I love you more than I hate anyone.

I am afraid. I am angry.

Let’s go.

[babygirl-riley]

Haunted Alternative Ending

You wake up in the hospital looking over to see the only person you’d hope to see.

A/N: Alright @i-love-ghost hope this is something your mind will enjoy. This is gonna be heavy of talks of suicide, if this triggers anyone don’t have to read. And if you need help call the number above. ❤️ Know there are people who love you.

“And it’s the light that’s in the air. When your chest to chest with a lover.”

Warnings: Talks of suicide, attempt suicide, depression, sad!simon, mentions of overdose, swearing, mentions of dementia

simon x reader guide

simon x reader fluff/angst

Pt.1 Pt.2

You felt the reach of death, almost felt like a weight off your chest. The mental and physical pain gone, you were relieved. However there was nothing but darkness. Nothing that was told of being a light or after life bullshit. You heard voices, voices that would talk about pulse change or what medicine goes where.

It didn’t hit you what they were talking about until you felt something shoving down your throat. You gagged as you felt stuff coming out of you. You were dazed as you looked around to see strangers in white shirts. Concern on their faces, red and blue lights illuminated the darkness around you. “There ya go honey, stay with us. Ya alright.” The woman said soothing you as your eyes shut once more.

The next thing you knew the heart monitor woke you up as you heard the rhythmic beating. Your body felt heavy as you tried to move your arms. Fingers. You opened your eyes to shut them from the bright lights blinding you. You moaned quietly trying to feel or see anything. You moved your fingers, feeling them fumble.

Panic serged through you, where were you? No are you paralyzed are you dead? What is happening. You tried to ask for help but came out in mumbles. You heard your heart racing through your veins to your ears. You opened your eyes again widened and frightened. The lights were harsh burning them as you shut them. A groan leaving your lips.

“Y/n,” Your heart felt like stopped. That voice. That angelic voice. You opened your eyes once more and the lights that were once bright was being covered by a large figure. The mask that cover their face. You moaned softly as your eyesight cleared to see Simon. Then it hit you, you couldn’t swallow. You teared up as you grabbed his hand that was near you. He held your hand as his head snapped up, pressing a button next to you. “Stay calm sweethear’. The nurses are coming in ‘ight,”

You heard shuffling of rushing feet as everything hit you. You were connected to machines. You started to gag as the nurses push Simon away, making you panic more. It seemed like you blacked out as you could breathe normal and the nurses calmed you down.

You looked around groggily and coughed as it felt like your throat was dry. “Don’t talk hun,” The doctor said softly. “You’ve been asleep for a bit. We will get some water. Just rest.”

When the nurses and the doctor left as they talked outside the room. You looked over at Simon who stood in the corner of the room. Your lips trembled as he just stared, both of you didn’t know how to feel. You wondered A how you got here and B why he was here. Before he could say or step in the nurses were back, asking Simon to leave so they could get you checked.

It was hours before your could talk let alone do anything else. All the drugs you took made your body feel stiff. You were lucky enough to still have movement however, it was slower than normal. Doctor said to your parents that it was cause of you being asleep to the pills. Your parents stayed for a while before they said goodbye, needing to go home but be back first thing in the morning.

You were happy due to your mom crying nonstop and the guilt replaying through your veins. You looked outside to watch snow start falling. Not only your attempted but you did it near a holiday. You didn’t realize how much you were loved and it made you feel sick to think that you would leave them in that state. You thought that it was going to be peaceful once more until you heard the familiar heavy footsteps.

You looked over at the door. Simon. You inhaled deeply. “Don’t.” Your voice was hoarse but getting better as time came by.

“‘M not,” He said quietly. “May I?”

You nodded as he walked all the way in, coming towards you. He grabbed the chair to set it next to you. Both of you didn’t say anything, he was looking at his hands as you looked at the wall. “I didn’t…I didn’t mean to, I just-I just thought that no one loved me anymore.” Your voice hitched as tears welled up. “I’m so sorry I…”

Simon grabbed your hand making you look at him, his eyes having tears spilling, and looked like he had spilt some before. “No, don’t say that. Don’t say sorry. I should’ve realized you…” He stopped talking inhaling deeply. “I’m fuckin’ sorry. I-fuck I should have never kicked you out. I should have-I should have…”

You cried as you grabbed his hand and shook your head. “I never should have hit you. I crossed the line.”

Simon looked away as you heard a soft sob for a moment before he inhaled. “I deserv’ it, never should have called ya a whore. Or saying you were distant. You never did anythin’ wrong,” He mumbled shaking his head, you looked at his hands, the bruises, the dried blood around his fingers probably the habit of picking them when he got nervous. He looked at you taking his hand away and placed his finger on your cheek. “I thought ya were gone. And it kills me that it took you to almost…” He paused.

The guilt stung again making you sob. Simon stood up and leaned on you, placing his lips ontop of your head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to. I knew if I got drunk enough it wouldn’t matter and-I didn’t want to die but-I was so alone. And now I just couldn’t imagine what you and my parents would be in if it worked. I’m so-I’m so fucking sorry.”

Simon kissed your head again, he held you as you sobbed and sobbed. “I will never leave ya I promise baby. I fuckin’ promise.”

You held on to the back of his neck. You closed your eyes as you hear him whisper that he will never do this again. He will love you until the day he dies. Simon will never let you go and you know of that. You always knew that he would. It was something that both of you had to work on. God you never understood until later in life of why you were alive.

Years go by that Simon was right never has he left your side. Made sure how you were doing. As you did the same as the relationship grew stronger and stronger. He did marry you and gave you children that you both love so dear. Simon loved you every step of the way, no matter what was going on.

Simon and you sat on your front porch watching your daughter playing with your grandkids. Never you would have thought that you would be here. Here with Simon. Here with your daughters. All because of chance. Chances that you wanted to live, that you were just broken and trying to piece yourself together. Chances that your boyfriend who later turned to a husband and now a father. Chances Simon did stay with you as you stayed with him.

You will always be grateful that you are alive. Even through the darkest pain and time you were able to see this. To see your life play how you always dreamed it to be.

“Lovie?” Simon said, his wrinkles more prominent. His gray hair turning into white. You smiled at him reaching for his hand.

“Yes darling.” You responded as he grabbed yours.

“Where are we?” You tried not to frown as you looked around.

“Home baby remember?” You smiled again as you hope that he would nod in agreement.

“Who are ‘em?” He asked watching his grandchild and daughter play.

“Your daughter and grandbaby my dear.” You said looking at them watching your daughter catching on as her son played around her.

You smiled at her and nodded before turning to Simon, who nodded in confusion and looked at you. “I see.” He mumbled looking at them once more.

You grabbed gripped his hand tighter, smiling lovingly at him. You will never leave him like he never left you. Even through the hardest times, he was there and now it was your turn.

Oh how grateful you are to have another chance.

[the-one-and-only-guck]

bout me :)

hi there! The name's Athos, that or Atlas. I dunno, im really indecisive.

He/Him, She/her

Bisexual/trans?/poly?

am minor, no old people please

PST (Pacific Standard time)

Él amor de mi vida: @enchatedbifrost / its complicated

Obsessions: Harry Potter, Marvel, Percy Jackson or anything Greek, Hamilton, Science, Space, Ocean, Music, Reading, Legos, Ducks, Taking Pictures, over thinking

pretty sure i have: ADHD, Anxiety, maybe autism? (i honsetly have no idea, just something my friend brought up), Asthma, Mental Health problems

Hate: old people, rude people, yelling, tags, hotel eggs, when i spell things wrong, over thinking, NEEDLES

Friends: @kermit-the-fag-official @enchatedbifrost @jade-lopez-maximoff

my main is @the-best-duck-tamer so ill be following people on there, as well as most interactions

[i-am-baechu]

If you're experiencing a crisis and need immediate support:

National Suicide Prevention Hotline *Call 988* or (800) 273-8255

LGBTQ Trevor Project Lifeline: (866) 488-7386 or text "START" to 678-678

National Domestic Violence Hotline: (800) 799-7233

National Sexual Assault Hotline:

(800) 656-4673

Crisis Text Line: Text “HOME” to 741741

National Helpline (800) 662-HELP (4357)

[dismalnightsposts]

Bill: *listening to 1-800 by Logic*

Mabel: Literally me.

Dipper: Haha same.

Pacifica: The only phone number I've memorized.

Stan and Ford: What the actual fuck?

Bill, Dipper, Mabel, and Pacifica: I just die today, I just wanna diiieeee!

Stan and Ford: *Super concerned*

Aw, the couples are bonding.

[thyla]

I finally wanna be alive, I finally wanna be alive I don't wanna die today, I don't wanna die I finally wanna be alive, I finally wanna be alive 1-800-273-8255- (Our Last Night version)

[barghest-land]

tw suicide thanks to everyone who reached out and helped with the info, i'm sorry i can't really respond to messages rn cuz i just don't have any resources for it if anyone ever needs it tho, this thing works no matter where you're from and calling them from overseas isn't even expensive. it's english mostly but it's possible to talk in spanish to them too, idk about other languages; they also have a department (?) specially for queer people: National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: +1-800-273-TALK (1-800-273-8255) i thought it might also help someone. a few things that were important to me: it's also a crisis line. no, u don't have to be suicidal to call, no, u don't have to stand-on-the-roof-ready-to-jump to call. they usually call back on the next day to check if everything is ok, but they can't call back overseas. u can always do that urself if u need to tho that's ok too. also ofc u don't have to share any personal info. in my case it's also good that i don't have to speak my native language cuz i don't want a call to be traced by some phrases.

stay safe

[jjongho]

'Logic - 1-800-273-8255' performed by wooyoung