#DAVEY SUICIDE

[call-mi-jinx]

Dave Lizewski X Reader - Social Suicide (Part 3)

summary: you’re were failing calculus so your teacher gives you a tutor, dave lizewski.

warnings: 18!dave, 18!reader, bitch!reader (not anymore thoooooo), reader standing up for herself, I have no clue what else pls tell me if I missed anything!

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Three days. Three days it’s been since Dave came to your window. You’ve been talking a lot more. He helped you with calculus on Sunday, completely ignoring everything else to help you.

It’s now Tuesday, you and Dave are sat in the library. He’s helping you with chain rule at the moment. You finally understand most of it because of him.

You were sat in a peaceful silence, mainly because Dave made you do a few questions to see where you could improve. Until you see a figure in the corner of your eye coming towards you both.

It was Haley.

“Y/N? What the fuck are you doing with this nerd?” Her voice is laced with disgust. You fought to roll your eyes.

“I told you ages ago, he’s tutoring me in calculus.” She rolls her eyes and groans. She shoots a glare at Dave before grabbing my arm and taking me away from the table we were at.

“Just because that bitch teacher says he has to tutor you doesn’t me he actually has to! Look at him! Just flash him your tits or promise a date and he’ll do all the work for you.” She whisper shouts at me. I roll my eyes at her and scoff.

“How big-headed are you? Dave is a nice guy. He’s really helped me. And Miss Norwich isn’t a bitch. She’s an amazing teacher.” Haley scoffed. I never actually realised how annoying she was.

“Oh my god… you’ve turned into one of them! You’ve turned into a nerd! I can’t associate with you anymore. The girls are going to hear about this!” I laugh in her face as I roll my eyes.

“I don’t care Haley. I can’t believe I was ever friends with you. You’re a selfish, self-absorbed, big-headed, whiny bitch! And if the girls are the same I don’t want to be friends with them either.” I turn around and head back to the table where Dave is and flip Haley off in the process.

When I get back to the table where me and Dave were sat and he is still there. Thank god. I sit down next to him and sigh, putting my head in my hands.

“What’s wrong? What did she say?” Dave leaned closer to me, placing a light hand on mine. It feels warm. Nice.

“Well she’s not my friend anymore let’s just say that.” I chuckle sarcastically. Dave rubs his thumb against my hand and gives it a little squeeze.

“Wanna talk about it? Or do you just wanna pretend it never happened?” I don’t even answer for a few seconds. Just staring into space.

“Nah, it’s fine don’t worry about it Davey.” I give him a small smile then reach for my pen and continue with the questions that Dave has given me.

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Wednesday.

I haven’t heard a word from any of the girls since yesterday. They probably agreed with Haley. I’m fine with that.

I’m sitting in the library again with Dave, Todd and Marty. Dave introduced me to them yesterday. They seem pretty nice. The three of them are talking about comics and I’m doodling in my notebook.

I’m too into my own world that I don’t see Riley and Naomi come up to us at the table. I look up and internally groan. I really fucking hope they aren’t going to verbally batter me or something.

“Y/N, Haley told me and the girls everything and I just want to say…” Riley looks at Dave, Todd and Marty before continuing. “I still wanna be friends. I really don’t care that you hang out with these guys. I never cared. I only care if you’re happy or not.” A wave of relief washes over me. I always liked them three. They were always super chill.

“Thank you Riley. I’m glad at least you have a brain.” I laugh and she does too. She asks if she can sit with us and we all agreed.

Luckily it was free period so we had around 45 minutes left. Everyone started talking and I realised Riley started taking a liking to Todd. They’d be cute together.

Riley looked over to me and I gave her a knowing grin. She mouths “shush” to me and we both giggle. As time passes, we all start joking with each other.

I’m just sitting listening to everyone talking until I feel Dave take my hand into his. My whole body tenses, heat rises to my cheeks and I feel like im breaking a sweat.

I look at Dave and he’s talking to everyone like nothings happening. The thoughts in my head are going at a million miles per hour.

Before I could do or say anything, the bell rang for our next class. Everyone got their things and now we’re all walking to our classes together. I had History, Dave and Marty had English and Riley and Todd has Art.

“Marty, I’ll uh… I’ll meet you in class I’m going to walk Y/N to class.” Marty just gave him a thumbs up. I look over to Riley and she gives me an enthusiastic thumbs up. I giggle as I turn around to look at Dave.

As we both walk to my class, there’s a silence between us. One question has been running through my head though.

“Can you please tell me what’s going on with you? And why you came up to my window in that suit?” You whisper the last part, knowing that he wants to keep it a secret.

“I’ll tell you everything tonight. I’ll come over to your house around 5 o’clock?” We finally reach my classroom, but before I go in a completely turn my body to face him.

“My house, 5 o’clock on the dot, no later. Got it?” He nods with that same goofy smile on his face which I’ve grown to love.

“Okay, see ya Davey!” I instinctively kiss him on the cheek and walk into my classroom. As I sit down I realise what I just did.

What the fuck?

[crispy-briiii]

JACK KELLY RANT!!

Tw: eating disorder (kinda), su!c!dal thoughts, SH, PURE ANGST (kinda projecting onto my baby)

Can we just talk about how HORRIBLE Jack Kelly’s life has been. My baby. My baby. MY BABY!!!

The fact he says “I’m dead if I can’t count on you today” in Santa Fe, it’s been widely spread (possibly canonical) that that’s implying suicidal thoughts.

And he’s had these thoughts probably ever since his father died. But he didn’t give in, he COULDN’T give in because, he’s the leader of the newsies and they’d fall apart if he died. He’d be at fault if he died. He couldn’t leave them because he had to steal and provide for them. That was his purpose.

That also took over a lot of his thoughts. Is he anymore than just their way of living? Their leader? Or was he actually meaning something to them? He always though of himself as just their provider and they never cared for him as a person (which couldn’t be more wrong)

Back to the suicidal thoughts, it doesn’t help that he lives on a ROOFTOP. Some nights when it would get really bad and crutchie was asleep, he’d just sit and cry and look over the edge, contemplating the jump.

And those thoughts didn’t help anymore when crutchie got sent to the refuge. He got really bad after that. He spent his whole time ever since he knew crutchie making it his goal to NOT. LET. CRUTCHIE. GO. TO. THE. REFUGE. The place he has so much trauma from. But he does, and it makes him feel so completely and utterly useless and like such a failure. He would’ve been gone if it wasn’t for Medda letting him into the theatre.

But then davey came along. (By no means when I say this do I mean davey doesn’t have it hard, he IS poor.) davey who was used to three meals a day and eating normally, seeing Jack, who gives his food to the newsies and barely ever eats a crumb, and was just so, so skinny. It triggered something in him, that this boy wasn’t okay.

He would start asking him “have you eaten today sweetie?” Or “what did you and the newsies have for dinner? If you didn’t get anything for yourself I’m gonna take you home with me and shove the food down your throat” /j or “come over to my house for dinner tonight. Okay? Mom’s a great cook, she’d love to have you.”

And then slowly Jack starts to realize how much he had been putting on himself. He starts realizing how bad things are.

But davey, oh davey. Davey makes him feel LOVED. he makes him feel like more than just a provider and leader. Like a human being he deserves love.

And slowly, he gets healthier and slowly, he gets happier with himself and life. And eventually, he’s happy for once.

…can you tell I rewatched newsies

[heavenlymorals]

The Deeper Meaning of Loan-Sharking

Warning: spoilers for both Red Dead games

The complexity of RDR2's story blows me away every fucking day because oh my god- the characters, the themes, the symbolism, the call backs to other medias and so on and so forth.

But here is one thing that stuck with me when I realized it for the first time-

The deeper meaning of the loan sharking missions.

The main purpose of those missions were obviously to show a change of character in Arthur Morgan- from a heartless enforcer, a plague to the down-trodden, to a heartbroken man, ashamed of his actions, and trying to remedy what he can without the hope for forgiveness because he knows he doesn't deserve it.

The loan sharking missions are the most obvious and in your face representation of Arthur's redemption arc.

But at its core, it felt like a nod to criticisms that the 1800s romantics and naturalists had towards the concept of civilization, a direct call back to Dutch's philosophy all throughout both RDR and RDR2.

What do I mean by this?

All throughout the game, the gang tries to fight civilization in an almost Robinhood esque way- these American knights wrecking havoc for the dreams of their outlaw king. They rob the rich, who Dutch sees as the reason for America's moral failure, and those who protect these rich men because they add to those men's power. It all sounds very noble but it's a useless and bloody fight.

Mac and Davey get killed, Jenny gets killed, Sean gets killed, Kieren gets killed, Hosea and Lenny get Killed, Molly gets killed.

This gang life for a dream that'll never be realized kills people and consumes them until there is nothing left but husks of people who had dreams of their own.

The romantic dream will only be a dream and the only place it can be a reality is in books and philosophies. Civilization is the truth- it saves humanity from the hell that is anarchy or so it seems.

The gang fought against the encroaching civilization that threatened to devour the West and Arthur followed Dutch and showed the same sentiments regarding civilization- and by following Dutch, he followed that same ideal, even if his heart wasn't fully in it.

The gang life- coming to an end and no longer sustainable- showed the impossibility of this beautiful dream as it destroyed everything but that wasn't the thing that killed Arthur in the end.

Tuberculosis killed Arthur. Tuberculosis from loan sharking.

"It's legal work, Mr. Morgan." Strauss to Arthur.

The legal work killed Arthur in the end, not the shootouts or gang feuds. The civilized work killed Arthur in the end. The civilized world beat Mr.Downes, a poor, dying man trying to do his best for his family. The civilized world killed Arthur Londonderry.

The civilized world and this legal work sucked the life out of the poor so rich men can get richer and take everything they can around for their greed can not be satiated.

The civilized work, the legal work killed Arthur Morgan.

The hypocrisy of it all is so heartbreaking because despite all the bad things the gang did, the philosophy, the too idealistic and romantic philosophy they fought for, that could never be realized in the world they lived in, held truth.

And that small monocum of truth kept Dutch fighting and fighting until he no longer could by commiting suicide.

Good God I love this game.

[military-newsboys]

Jack: We can make this work! We’re Romeo and Juliet!

Davey: It didn’t work for Romeo and Juliet! That play ends in a tragic double suicide.

Jack: That’s how it ends? Why do people like it so much?

[dave-miller-dsaf]

"Why Hello There, Old Sport!"

It is I, the elusive aubergine man! Out a' sheer boredom, I decided ta' make an ask blog page, so you can ask me whatever your heart desires! Ya can ask... ME! Sportsy! An' our kids! Although, they can't really... talk. Methamphetamine Cannabis Cocaine

Now, before you get comfortable there, sportsy, Big Dick Davey got some guidelines for ya!

NSFW is allowed, but to a certain extent. I know I'm irresistible, but you've gotta control yourself sport! Suggestive stuff is alright with the aubergine, but absolutely NO pictures! I'll mark NSFW asks for the minors on this 'ere blog, so you can block the tag!

Controversy aint allowed 'ere! Don't start problems! If yer sayin' shit as a joke, please clarify!

Think that's all for the aubertine! I'll be waiting for ya, sportsy!

OOC

yes I know this is gonna be a long intro shut up /silly

Hi! You can call me ModPurple! I'm a she/they and um.... my main blog is @i-ate-all-of-my-toes!

OOC stuff like this will be in purple, as you can see!

Heres the reblog place! To make THIS blog cleaner @dave-miller-dsaf-reblogs

Also, this is a 13+ blog! I will not tag suggestive jokes and profanity, but I WILL tag things that enter nsfw territory.

I don't have much to say really but ummmm... have some headcannons and info for my dave that I pulled out my ass! Warning: You WILL call me a mischaracterizer (since i project on this guy intensely) and I will cry into my hashbrowns and eat my shoulder. /silly /hj

Dave is a he/they/it!

Dave is a manchild!!!

Dave is very stupid and I will eated him /silly

Dave is a masochist and has depression. As in, when his fragile ego breaks dramatically, he cuts himself! Also as in he's kinda suicidal :( He no no likes to talk about this so he'll usually dodge questions directed at this topic.

He has claws and a tail and boob scars because he is NOWHERE NEAR HUMAN

Intersex!!!

His waist is fucking SNATCHED due to the removal of his organs

He has a shrine of Jack. Don't- Don't ask.

He has committed every crime in the book. Police are still looking for him!

He has a BIIIIIGGGG but very fragile ego. That little narc!!! /silly

b big ponytail l longest hair the prettiest princess

Dave is a middle, though he mostly leans towards being a bottom. Yes, he is extremely tall, what's your point?

Polyamorous pansexual with a preference for men!

I KEEP FORGETTING HIS STUPID ASS LOBOTOMY SCAR so he puts on a little bit of makeup to cover up that scar of his :)

He has a major biting problem and is a cannibal.

He has a heart! Well, not an actual HUMAN ONE but a replacement one that gets the job done. It pumps blood but it's not an actual heart.

ALTHOUGH I BARELY DRAW HIM WITH THEM Dave wears suspenders! and sneakers!

This will for sure be updated every now and then. I'll TRY to do art for asks, but I most likely won't do it frequently.

EVERY OLD SPORT ASK BLOG COME HITHER /silly

[fortheunsungheros]

Soooo I was going through all of my old school assignments to transfer them to my personal Google account (transferring schools sucks 😭) and I found a bunch of outsiders stuff I wrote! I wrote this for a POV of Johnny assignment and somehow didn’t get sent to the counselors office THIS time. And yes I was a Johnnyboy ship at the time. TW for implied suicide (yes I’m a messed up 13 year old lmao)

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I see Ponyboy gasping for air without any success. His screams and pleads for help are eventually silenced by an overwhelming quiet sensation. He’s drowning, Ponyboy is drowning I think to myself. I see his typical tan skin turn to a shade of icy blue and that’s when I decide enough is enough.

Ponyboy is my best friend, I can’t lose him. Him and the rest of the greasers are the only ones I keep myself on this Earth for. My parents could care less if I was alive or dead, the greasers are my real family. Pony came to me when Darry slapped him, that shows how close we are. He didn’t flee to Dally, Two-Bit, or even Steve; he chose me. Pony may be the only one who would ever choose me.

A wave of anger washes over my normally uneasy self. I begin to scream on the top of my lungs, “Let him go, you stupid soc!”. My calls are replied to by a snarky remark by Bob, the soc that makes my stomach curdle the most.

“ What are you gonna do about it, little greaser? You're clearly just a weak little boy. We beat you up last time no problem. You didn’t even try to fight back.” Bob says, chuckling. He turns to David, the man drowning Ponyboy, and says “Just kill him Davey, he’s too scared to save his own boy.”

Something inside me turns on. It’s almost like a lightswitch was flicked, changing my personality from shy and skittish to enraged and dangerous. I reach into my back pocket and feel for my switchblade for comfort. I really don’t want to do this but it seems like the only way. I grab my weapon from my pocket and display it for all the socs to see.

“Oh wow little greaser, whatcha gonna do, cut us?” Randy said, nudging Bob as he pretended to be afraid.

I flip open my switch blade and gather my thoughts. I shouldn’t do this, it’s so wrong. Yes, these guys are bad but they are still young with a whole life ahead of them. Then again, they are trying to kill my best friend. It’s almost like an angel and devil are on my shoulder, fighting each other until one becomes victorious.

My feet begin charging at Bob. It’s like I can not control my own movements. I take my weapon and stab it into Bob’s chest. I can feel the blade piercing through the young man’s skin. His face looked absolutely horrified. Bob grabs the knife from his chest and attempts to jab me. I quickly reverse the blade's direction back onto him. It’s like a ferocious animal takes over my body. I stabbed him eight more times in the chest. But he refuses to give up for approximately a minute. Bob reminds me of Dally, he is a fighter. Eventually, Bob's body slumps down to the floor. He is presumably still alive, but clinging onto life.

“Weak little greaser. Nobody will ever love you.”, Bob says with the last bit of strength he can compile. His breathing begins to shallow before his breaths stop abruptly. I’ve killed someone.

What have I done? My heart began beating a million miles a minute. My chest begins to tighten to the point it becomes difficult to breathe. All I can do is stare at Bob’s lifeless body, the life of it in which I stole. How could I have killed someone? He was so young as well. Although he acted mature for his age, Bob could not have been older than 17 or 18. He had a whole future of opportunities upon him and I stole his life in such a violent way. I’m sure his parents will be heartbroken with the news that their son has perished, especially given the circumstances in which he died. I am truly a monster.

The rest of the socs are terrified. David drops Ponyboy onto the hard park surface and begins to run. He yells to the other three men “Come on boys, we gotta get outa here!”. The rest of the socs abandoned Bob at the first sight of trouble. While we were walking to the park, Ponyboy told me about the conversation Cherry and him had about the differences between greasers and socs. I would tell Ponyboy that I found another difference, greasers are loyal to their brotherhood while socs are not. I might not be able to tell him this, let alone anything else after this fateful night.

I run over to Ponyboy's limp body and begin screaming. “Ponyboy no!” I grab his body and begin hugging him so hard his head might pop off. “Don’t leave me, please. I love you, you're a brother to me.” I say to Ponyboy as tears seep from my eyes rapidly. I grab his shoulders and begin shaking him, hoping to wake him up from this bad dream. My eyes stare at his blue tinted face until my visibility is obstructed by my own tears. I lay down next to him and hug him tight.

What am I supposed to do now? Not only am I a murderer, my best friend and my world is dead. I can’t go to the slammer, Dally is walking proof that place messes you up. Also, how am I supposed to live without my best friend? My mind turns to the worst thought I possibly have ever possessed. I have a knife. I could end all of this pain now.

I release my arms from Pony and sit up. My hands visibly shake as I grab my knife, the same one I used to stab Bob. His cherry red blood is still lying on the blade. I never thought my life would end like this. I thought I would die an accomplished old man warm in my bed with my loving family beside me. Never would I think I would die young alone in a park.

I look at Ponyboy again. He still appears lifeless, taking shallow breaths irregularly. My focus returns to the knife. I can’t run from the fuzz for the rest of my life. Plus, my parents won’t care if I’m dead, it’s more money to spend on drinking for them. The greasers will forget about me eventually. The only one who ever would have cared about me was Ponyboy.

Before I take action, I reflect on what my life was. It’s sad, you know, how one action can ruin your entire life. I think of my parents, probably slumped over drunk with no idea of their son's current situation. I think of Darry and Sodapop, the people who love Ponyboy and how concerned they must be. Lastly I think of Bob, who’s life I stole too soon. I hope I’m the afterlife I can apologize for my horrendous actions. I truly am sorry. I flip my blade open and with tears in my eyes, I begin cutting my wrist. Before any skin is broken, a sound stops me dead in my tracks.

Suddenly, I hear Ponyboy coughing. I run to his aid to turn him over. He’s alive. Ponyboys alive. Not only is Ponyboy alive, I’m alive. He’s the only reason I’m living right now.

“Johnny? Is that you?” Ponyboy said in a state of deliriousness.

“ I’m here Pony, relax you're safe.”I say trying to hold back my own tears to keep him calm.

“Where are those socs?” Ponyboy says trying to gather his scattered thoughts.

“I killed him, I said slowly. I killed that boy.”

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[cannibalindsm]

Wedding License spoilers but it's been out since the 70s so :\

Carl is the only one out of the WL gang that remains nonviolent despite his job. Davey is canonically described as "the shooter" and is the one who taught Liberty how to use a gun, he also canonically helped kill a guy before so like.

Luce tried to stab Liberty at one point. Liberty himself is the gang leader, he continuously makes threats to hurt people, pulls guns on people, etc. He tries NOT to hurt people, but isn't ABOVE violence, and if it weren't for Davey assisting Bill with his suicide, I 100% believe Liberty would have killed him lmfao.

BUT CARL is the ONLY ONE who remains nonviolent. He's the gambler, he gets out of situations WITHOUT using brute force unlike the rest of the gang does (and he's good at it!!!) So all this to say. I'm interested to see what Carl will do. Because on one hand, yeah, he is a pacifist. On the other hand, Gilbert totally deserved that bitch slap.

[baura-bear]

My roommate watched livesies for the first time, here are some highlights:

during That’s Rich: “does she (Katherine) have a crush on her (medda)????”

Anytime Les spoke: “he’s so mean 😔 I like the other one! (92sies Les)”

Jack: “just close my eyes and GO!” Roommate: “aww he’s suicidal!”

During LFTR: “He’s gay. Is he gay? That sounds gay. Are him and Jack gay?”

Davey: “it’s good to have you back!”Roommate: “did you see that?! Look at him!! He’s gay!!”

Katherine is revealed as pulitzers daughter Roommate: “what the.” Ten second pause “fuuuuck.”

They were also very sad about crutchie going to the refuge sitting there like ☹️🥺

[ao3feed-newsies]

forever winter if you go

by, dcveyjacobs by dcveyjacobs It takes an extra ten minutes to get to the distribution center. As soon as Jack takes one sweeping look across the place, he’s hit with a wave of dread that fills up his lungs and suffocates his heart, and he really wishes he didn’t get out of bed this morning. Or: A headline that even Jack Kelly can't sell. Words: 2423, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken, Newsies - All Media Types, Newsies (1992) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: M/M Characters: Jack Kelly (Newsies), David Jacobs, Racetrack Higgins, Morris Delancey, Oscar Delancey, Wiesel (Newsies), Crutchie (Newsies) Relationships: David Jacobs/Jack Kelly, Racetrack Higgins & Jack Kelly, Crutchie & Jack Kelly (Newsies) Additional Tags: guys daveys dead, like actually, i wrote this as a vent piece 4eva ago..., oomf insisted that people "love this shit" so here i am, short but not sweet, like jack has some serious emotional trauma, if u didnt already know, TW: Suicide, TW: Vomiting, also: im not a journalist? so excuse my horrible attempt at making a headline read : https://ift.tt/TUwoRVZ - April 11, 2025 at 07:04PM

[averageschooltheatremoments]

Actual goddamn things people said/did during my school’s production of Newsies

Stage crew writes “troll strike” instead of “trolley strike”

Ensemble: “Every small child is going to think you’re an evil old man.” Pulitzer: “Well maybe I am”

“See kid? Women have legs too!”

“Romeo we can see you dancing backstage”

The villains and Theodore Roosevelt dancing

Davey: “This day will go down in PISSTOR- I MEAN HISTORY”

“If I drop my cello, PLEASE kill me.”

*holding glass upside down* “TEN CENTS FOR A GLASS OF SELTZER??!”

Davey: *Points at painting of Santa Fe* “Is this Arizona?”

Davey and Spot Collin keep shaking hands and then pretending to kiss

PULITZER KEPT ALMOST FALLING OFF THE STAGE

*backstage* “Uhmmm…why is there a box of dog food here?”

Jack: “You got a name, Katherine?”

Katherine: “Just think, while my father is…slipping??…we’ll be…taking him down!!” (She was great I wish I got to know her better before she graduated)

Spot was Pulitzer’s backup so when Pulitzer was sick the final confrontation scene was…interesting.

“OH I get fishnets :)”

Katherine: “And if I was a boy, I’d be…looking at you through one swollen eye!!” (It’s supposed to be “you’d be looking at me”)

Nun: *running around backstage* “I’m a nun on the run”

“I just don’t think committing suicide would be very fun y’know?”

“YOU CAN’T JUST PUT FIRE ON THE FLOOR!”

*Ensemble Newsie falls over* Weasel: “…Guess I have to” *pretends to kick them*

Jack drops all of his coins everywhere all over the stage

Jack: “You bet! Me n’ the boys will take a Journal over to the hike!”

Jacoby: (to a Newsie) “Don’t swing that aroun-“ *Does exactly that and spills a glass of water* “Oops.”

Davey: “Inspirational Speech time guys”

Les: “Are you kiddin’? She got no legs on!”

Pulitzer: “An escaped thief and petty…thief.”

AT THE END OF THE SHOW THE SENIORS GAVE THE BAND TEACHER A PINEAPPLE???

[theeternalhost]

i cant listen to imperfect by davey suicide ill start crying i miss him so bad duude

[change-of-fates]

anwaysy since canni's been wanting these types of asks

PPSPSPSPPSPSPS Builderman give me your backstory PSPSPPSPSPPSPSPSP /j

actually tho, Davey, do you remember how you got dragged into this hell??

TW/CW - Suicide

-He stopped, glancing to you. Still within the white void, Dusek sat across from him.. beside a still grayed out figure, well, two of them. Both sporting some sort of.. weird parasite..?

-Dusek seemed to be... asleep.. His light was dark, and he sat motionless

``..That's a bit uh.. rude to ask, don't-cha think?``

-He sighed..

``Well, I know you askers well- So, I wont bother pushin' back.``

-He shrugged now

``..Wellll.. Uh..``

-He stared straight ahead at the nothingness... thinking.

.

..

...

``Ah, I got it- I don't have a single clue what made me do what I did, but y'know, things happen.``

``But, I "killed" myself. Took the shot gun in my office, locked the door and blocked it, and shot myself. I didn't even think twice, and I'm shocked it worked-``

-He stopped, his face morphing into "shock" for a second

``I'm shocked it worked because I'm SUPPOSED to be immortal- Y'know- that'd explain why I don't have a giant scar over the left side of my face- 'cause 7n7's got a mark on the underside of his chin-``

-He sighed

``Happy?``

i like to ramble about things and happens i ramble about things id like ppl to ask the cast lol -Chance

[zofi-persson-quotes]

This one is very long, so I'll put it under the cut

Chosen: I’ve made this chat so that we can all communicate with each other while we're having this crisis

Red: Yay!

Sec: I taught him how, and I regret it. It’s too early for this

King: Why am I a part of this?

Purple: Because we're also in the same boat as them, dad

King: Since when?

Dark: He’s questioning his life decisions

Sec: since we befriended you two

King: ... I once again regret my life decisions 

Vic: too late to do so, friend

Dark: so, the plan? We're gonna attack?

Chosen: No, we’re going to gather intel first

Chosen: then maybe we'll attack

Green: I would do anything to get out of this chat

Yellow: Anything?

Green: Anything

Yellow: Then Perish

Chosen: Yellow!

Green: You’ll have to catch these hands first!

Chosen: Hands? We don’t have hands here. Where did you get them?

Red: Green, you know how that will go.

Green: Guess I’ll die then

Chosen: NO

Blue: I might as well die too, then

Chosen: WHAT?!

Red: SUICIDE PACT!!!

Chosen: SECOND WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THEM?!

Sec: guys, what do you have?

Green: Memes!

Sec: NO

Vic: Hey, Sec, guess what?

Sec: What?

Vic: THIS!!

Vic: IS!!

Sec: DON’T YOU DARE

Dark: YES, BRO!

Green: DO IT VIC

Vic: A MEME!!

Sec: Hate you so much

Purple: HE DID IT

Sec sent a photo

Red: IS THAT GRUMPY CAT?!

Green: THAT’S SUCH AN OLD MEME

Chosen: WHAT IS GOING ON??? 

Sec: DIE POTATO

Vic: NOOOOOO

Dark: THEY’RE RELIVING THE MEME DAYS OF OLD

Chosen: WHAT IS A MEME

Red: CHILDREN UNITE

Yellow: COUNTERATTACK!!

Green: YEET

Blue: Still haven’t found my berries…

Blue: But! I found this… licks it

Chosen: WHAT DID YOU FIND?! DON’T LICK IT!!

Red: Johnny has 19 bottles of dish soap-

Green: Wait, why does Johnny have so much dish soap?

Blue: MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS DAVEY

Chosen: WHAT IS HAPPENING

Sec: You’re awful little siblings. You’re killing him. You’re killing your older brother.

Red: Is that a meme, or are we actually in trouble

Sec: It’s a meme. 

Purple: What’s up with Chosen?

[dungleverse]

pike - mr bungle, faith no more, infectious grooves, white trash, snot, suicidal tendencies, korn, gwar

glasses - sublime, the brat, nomeansno, suicidal tendencies

guy - any american classic rock band tbh, blind melon, toad the wet sprocket, dave matthews band

bigeyes - self, beck, arrested development

envy - kittie, melvins, kyuss, grotus, paradise lost, septicflesh

vince - type o negative, strawberry switchblade, darkwell, aesma daeva

davey - limp bizkit, cypress hill, j-base

brody - depeche mode, u96

cesar - thundergods from asgard, combichrist, alien vampires, mayhem

[jin-zixun]

All Ships Ship Week - Kurtofsky Favorite Moments

Previously: Kurtofsky Dossier + Why I Love Them

Masterlist

I might be able to find some actual videos on youtube for these scenes. Let me just...

Dave tearing up and apologizing to Kurt in the hallway after walking him to class

Prom Night. Very sad. Wish they’d gotten to dance. Wish someone had gone after Dave the way someone went after Kurt. (Gonna be real, hard to find a proper video with all of their interactions together, and what's there is annoying me enough that I'm gonna end up ranting about it, which I promised not to do, at least not this week, so idk just trust me. Also, the parallel between Dave in this scene and Kurt in Acafellas when he came out to Mercedes... Amazing.)

Yeah, yeah, okay, I like the locker room scene. It’s emotionally intense. It’s a stressful confrontation. And yeah I’m sure if Dave had thought of something else to do he’d have done that instead, I really doubt he had any intention of doing the thing that could have (and would have if it was anyone other than Kurt because Kurt is too good for this world) ruined and/or straight up ended his life The little whimper Dave makes, and the look in his eyes, the way he’s cradling Kurt’s face, and the way he leans in again like a dumbass. like. buddy It’s like, yeah. This isn’t just that he’s struggling (although, y’know. He is.) and Kurt is there and he’s not really attracted to Kurt, or it’s a “hate-kiss” or whatever else. Davey boy is down bad.

The, uh, hospital scene. The hand holding and the “I’m really glad you’re alive” “I’m so happy right now” like ok guys

They hold hands in Breadstix too? I don’t know if it’s one of my favorite moments, per se, because of the context that it goes nowhere. And Kurt gaslighting himself and telling Dave he’s just confused when his whole arc has been, like, coming to terms with his sexuality is pretty callous? Like Dave is finally being honest about his feelings and Kurt tells him he’s just confused? You can’t… You can’t end on that… That’s not… I mean you also shouldn’t end a suicide attempt storyline with dropping the character who tried to kill themselves completely from the show without barely another mention for the next two and a half seasons. Especially after having another character promise to keep in touch. Like that’s so callous it would almost be better to…

…the supercuts scene lmao

[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

DREAMS

I had really good dreams last night. In one dream I was walking around Corpus Christi. The Corpus of my dreams never looks exactly like the Corpus in real life. But it is still a nice place when I visit there when I sleep.

I also had dreams about a very young Davey Havok. He was probably in the early sing the sorrow era. We were both grieving the loss of my friend Ben, who committed suicide in Real Life 2 years ago. He was telling me all this stuff, and he was clearly in a lot of pain, and I would try to slip my arm around him. For some reason, he did not want me to put my arm around his waist, and he would instantly jerk away or push my hand away. But if I put my arm around his shoulder, he would let me hold him for a little bit, and then he would wiggle away and wander off somewhere. And dream felt very real.

I also had a strange dreams about dogs. In one of the dreams, the dog's name was Smith, and I remember that very clearly. Which is really funny because Jade's brother's name is Smith, as I recall. Dog was small and fat with him very short fur, but someone had painted that fur to make him look like a rocket ship. It was very strange. And then there was a dog that was big and shaggy and brown, but whatever I got close enough to pet him, it would turn out that he was a bear.

Right before I woke up I was having a dream about an Asian father and son going out for noodles. I don't know where this came from at all. The sun was very young, and always seem to be getting into trouble as they walked along going to this place where they were going to eat.