#Gray's depression shit

[lumpywhump]

thinking about a pet whumpee on sale, watching as people pass them by, watching some people peer at them with disgust in their eyes. Shame filling their chest. They didn't want to be sold, they didn't want to be a pet, but they couldn't help the feeling of being unwanted.

[awakeningnostalgia]

Peaky Blinders

THOMAS SHELBY

[starsandmarsbars]

MID NOVEMBER!!!!! AND IM SIPPING ON A HALF COLD COFFEE!!!

[phantomwithbreakfast]

~ 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 ~

Chapter 14: Twisted Mind (preview / Spoiler / Teaser)

⟢ Danny Phantom Phan Fic • Genre: Angst — Hurt/Comfort • TW: Emotional Distress — Strong Language — Self-destructive Tendencies • Rating: M • AU — OOC • Valerie’s POV

⟢ Full Story here.

Some people called him a hero, others labeled him a freak. But she had seen the truth. She could still picture the look on Phantom’s face as he unleashed that deafening wail, his scream tearing through the air like a banshee’s cry. And the way his human form cracked through the ghostly exterior, flickering like a glitch in reality. Everyone had seen it. The footage had been plastered across every breaking news report, exposing the impossible secret that Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom were one and the same.

“Val, please,” he whispered, his voice trembling, his composure crumbling right in front of her. “I… I don’t know where else to go.” His glowing eyes glistened, and his shoulders shook slightly, as if he were fighting back tears that threatened to spill at any moment.

She froze.

This wasn’t the confident and clumsy, annoying Danny Phantom—Fenton she knew.

“Y’know, creeping into someone’s bedroom isn’t exactly normal,” Valerie said, standing up from the bed. Her voice was dry, edged with skepticism as she tried to mask her lingering unease.

“I’m a ghost. I can do whatever I want,” he said, his tone laced with an unnatural echo. The irritation in his voice was palpable, his eyes narrowing as if daring her to challenge him.

Valerie’s eyebrow arched, her guard immediately back up.

“Sure,” she said flatly, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “That wasn’t creepy at all.”

“I need you,” Danny said suddenly, his voice tinged with self-pity, like he was teetering on the edge of breaking.

“What?” Valerie froze mid-motion, disbelief flashing across her face.

Did he really just say that?

“Kind of fun, right? Same day I got kicked out of the house to celebrate turning eighteen.” He let out a dry, humorless laugh, the sound more like a crack in his facade than an actual joke.

For a moment, Valerie just stared, unsure whether to feel sympathy or irritation. The room felt heavy, his words settling in like a cold draft that refused to leave.

“It’s kind of ironic when you think about it, isn’t it?” he said with a hollow chuckle, running a hand through his messy white hair. The glow of his eyes seemed to dim for a moment as he stepped closer, it felt like a predator testing its approach.

Valerie stiffened but didn’t move away. She wasn’t sure what unnerved her more—his words, his proximity, or the undeniable fact that she didn’t fully understand what had happened to him over the past year.

But now here he was, in her room, and the sight of him stirred more questions than answers.

Somehow, knowing the truth about him had dulled her anger, but it hadn’t erased her indifference. She didn’t bother much with Danny anymore. At least, that’s what she told herself.

“Val, I need you. You need to help me. Please,” Danny said, his voice cracking as he stepped closer, now only a few feet away from her. There was a desperation in his tone that made the air in the room feel heavier, more suffocating.

Valerie exhaled sharply, her frustration bubbling to the surface.

“I don’t even know how the hell I’m supposed to help you—or with what, Danny,” she shot back, turning her head slightly to glance at him. “You’re such a real weirdo sometimes.” Her words came out harsher than she intended, but she didn’t backtrack.

“So, it doesn’t matter that I’m turning eighteen today, huh?” Danny said, his tone sharp with bitterness. “Just another day, another low, another high. Right?” His words dripped with sarcasm.

“Danny…” Valerie said cautiously, turning to face him. “It isn’t that big of a deal. You’re right. It’s just another day.” Her voice was steady, but as she turned, her breath hitched.

He was closer than she expected—too close. His face was just inches from hers, his glowing green eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. She could feel the cold radiating from his ghostly form, a chill that seeped through her skin and settled in her bones.

Startled, Valerie instinctively stepped back, her hands reaching behind her to steady herself against the desk. Her heart raced as she tried to mask her discomfort, but the unease in her chest refused to settle.

Something was wrong with him.

“I guess you’re right,” Danny said, his voice quiet, almost broken. “It’s not that big of a deal. Nobody cares. Nobody cares about me, nobody… loves me.” His words faltered, his brows furrowing as his lips curved into a trembling, inverted smile. “It doesn’t matter—I don’t matter, Val.”

“That’s not true,” she said softly, forcing herself to hold his gaze despite the uneasy weight pressing down on her.

But looking into his glowing green eyes, she felt her resolve waver. The cold, ghostly aura radiating from him seemed to seep into her own confidence, making her stomach drop. Something about him in this moment intimidated her in a way she couldn’t explain.

“Do you—care—about me?” Danny asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his words halting and uncertain. “I mean… would you be there for me? When I needed you? Like I need you now?”

⟢ I went NUTS with this chapter. Ohmycheese. I've reread it, revised it, refined it, polished it, whatever—like a hundred freaking times, and it's still not how it should be. I'm tired of it and I really want to publish it. Because! I want to share the other chapters too (duh). So, stay tuned I guess.

⟢ Art is rushed again. Because! I wanted to try out something new, like this kind of layout. Andddd! Today, for the first time—I drew Valerie. Lets go!

[somerandomsilentbrother]

Random idea

Shadowhunters ff set in 1982 where Magnus keeps sleeping at Ragnor's house,but he arrives only when Ragor fells aspleep,leaving him some food/drinks that he can eat the day after.

One morning,Ragnor doesn't see Magnus or the usual food that the warlock brings at his house,and he starts thinking that something went wrong,and shit,he is right.

[books-storms-cats-soup]

poetry is beautiful and depressing and doomed. poetry is what makes my existence a tragedy and poetry is my reason. poetry is what binds my soul to the pain of humanity and poetry is my salvation.

[coldwateronly]

that’s my cat btw

[olya-roo]

Setting those priorities straight

[rottingbunnyheart]

[urlocalpotterhead13]

Frfr

[ok-jaanu]

you see, it's hard to find an end to something that you keep beginning over and over again, I promise that the ending always stays the same.

[lumpywhump]

that odd feeling when whumpee is staring at the room they know they'll die in

[awakeningnostalgia]

Peaky Blinders

"You've got enough trouble oi? The whiskey and the smoke?"

[starsandmarsbars]

STOP TRYING TO KEEP US ALIVE, YOU’RE POINTING AT STARS IN THE SKY, THAT ALREADY DIED, STOP TRYING TO KEEP US ALIVE, YOU CAN’T FORCE THE STARS TO ALIGN, WHEN THEY’VE ALREADY DIED

[4-oclockinthemorning]

..But for now I’m only, People Watching.

[one-eyed-sliem]

CW; Depression, Memory Loss???

i think most of us has seen that one post about a guy who said depression made him forget or not register his memories when he went to the Grand Canyon, and the only reason he knows it happens, was because of photos.

I thought i had never experienced that, that mine wasnt that bad as theirs. that a period in their life, that might have been days or a whole week, forgotten.

then, i was listening to music... it was a vent playlist which was bad enough, but... one of the songs were, Heather, by Conan Gray...

...

and i just started to shake in my seat, trembling. i've listened to it before, i know it, the music had such tone and story that makes it unforgettable.

but i cant for the life of me remember when or how i came by the song. it was through youtube obviously, i vaguely remember an animatic but, i cant find it.

but the one thing i really couldnt get through in my head, was the reason why i left the song and blocked it out

i download songs everytime i like them, sometimes just for the sake of it. but i can feel the memory inside me from the song.

it made me revolt and curl away, because it hit me deep in my heart. god it was painful.

but damn it that i cant remember the reason why it did. and with the many problems i already have, present and past. i cant get a damn clue about it.