#I’m not crying my eyes are just cosplaying a waterfall

[uhavedemons011]

Will’s love for Mike is one of the deepest kinds of love there is.

Will roots for Mileven and fixes their relationship, sacrificing himself.

People are like “omg he’s so selfless, he deserves the world.” Which is 100% true, but I just thought of it in a deeper way: (I’m sure I’m not the first one to think of it like this, but it’s overwhelmingly heartbreaking, so I need to write about it.)

Will says what he says in the van- about Eleven needing Mike- because he wants Mike to know that he is needed. He says that El loves him because he wants Mike to know that he is loved.

Will wants Mike to be loved, and since he’s not supposed show it through himself, he makes sure that Mike feels it but through Eleven.

Will can’t give Mike love, so he gives Mike love through Eleven, because he loves Mike and wants Mike to be loved.

I think that if Mike didn’t have Eleven, Will would do anything to make that boy feel loved, but just not by him.

[turmie]

I'm gonna try to explain this as best as I can.

I made this comic as a way to create visualization for how it felt when I finally returned to God after so many years of being away from him. According to my mother, I had originally given my life to Christ at nine years old. I’m paraphrasing here but I basically went up to my mother at nine years old and said, “Mommy, I wanna give my life to Jesus.” 

I rededicated myself to him during my senior year of high school. When I did, it was a very emotional moment for me. There was just this large sense of warmth and love that was deeper than anything I’d ever felt in my life. Even remembering sometimes is enough to have me crying again. 

I think one of the reasons why it was so emotional for me was because for about nine years, I thought that God wanted absolutely nothing to do with me. I thought I was nothing but a disgusting thing that he didn’t like. I know that sounds harsh, but that’s legitimately what I thought at the time (all of which were complete lies from the enemy). I thought I was the scum of the Earth. 

I had drifted away from him and began to indulge in the stuff the world had to offer as distractions. It was never in a sense where I thought God wasn’t real, I always knew he was. But it was more so because I thought I wasn’t worthy enough to even talk to God, much less be loved by him. Because as far as I knew, I was nothing but a liar who was a horrible person. That’s what I thought I was.

I thought that because of all the stuff I did and was doing, it meant other people could be loved by him and not me. I understand how faulty of a mindset that was, but that’s what I believed at the time. I thought I was a mistake and that I was just taking up space. Overtime I got out of the more intense side of things, but I still struggled with similar stuff (even today) when it came to having thoughts like that. 

What got me into taking God so seriously in the first place was during my senior year of high school. My family was playing worship music on the TV. I was listening to the music with everyone and out of nowhere as I’m doing so, this huge wave of emotion hit me. The best way I could put it was God was straight up telling me that he loved me. I was bawling, I couldn’t focus on much other than this overwhelming feeling of affection and warmth. It was a type of love that had my eyes cosplaying as waterfalls, I just couldn’t stop crying.

I don’t know how long it was after that, but I do remember that shortly after that happened, I decided I was going to be serious about my relationship with God (because I was extremely lukewarm, I would call myself a Christian but wouldn’t even pick up a bible). So, I had to do the basics of reforming my relationship with him: Which was to repent.

When I repented and was asking God for forgiveness for every sin I had done, that familiar wave of love overcame me and I was crying once again. I remember asking God questions along these lines:

“Have I ever done anything for you to hate me?”

“Are you mad at me?”

“Could I ever do anything for you to be upset with me?”

And to each question he just answered, “No.” He didn’t physically say it, but God has this amazing way of (for a lack of a better word) telepathically communicating in the moment he is with you. You don’t even need to necessarily hear him, you just feel it and you feel it intensely. 

I also remember asking him why he wasn’t upset despite all the stuff I had done in my past. And he said something along the lines of: “I don’t care about that. I’m just glad that you’re here.” To say that my eyes were raining would be an understatement, I was crying so much. It will forever amaze me that this all powerful omnipotent being cares about me so much in a way I can’t even fathom as I’m writing this out. 

To anyone out there struggling with similar issues or thoughts, please understand that God is so loving, so tender, and so kind beyond anything you could ever hope to comprehend. Even the words I have expressed here on this page are not enough to fully explain the love and emotion I felt when God was speaking to me in this way. There’s a reason why we call him Father God. Because we are his children. God misses his children and wants them all to return home. In the bible, John 3:16, it says, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” 

He wants YOU. 

Please do not feel ashamed to speak to him because he is constantly waiting to speak to you with open arms. I wish I had known or understood this sooner, because it took so long for me to do so. Granted, I am now only 18 years old, but every moment you do not have God is a moment of agony. That’s what I was going through for the past nine years without him. 

It is never too late to repent and give your life to Christ. Do it while you still can. His love is far more precious than anything you could ever want on this planet. 

Love you and God bless you all.

[asthxteq]

UHM HELLO! I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR BLOG! <3 (sorry if mass loving your reblogs and posts was annoying! ) :33

I have a question, HOW DO YOU MAKE FRIENDS ON TUMBLRRR 😭😭😭

I'm not crying my eyes are just cosplaying a waterfall 😭

AHHH TYSM! <33 ofc it wasn't annoying lmao. I actually love going through my notifications 🙃 THANKS FOR THE SWEET MESSAGE <333

And for your question :

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SORRY IF IM NOT HELPFUL SKKSKSKSKSK I DONT THINK I HAVE FRIENDS EITHER-

[maximum118]

Sitcom

Heisu: Aren’t you in school?

Me: Shhh No one will know. 

Yin: I think they know. 

Me: ...Shush.

?: giggles* I didn’t expect you to be like this Maxi~

Me: Screams* OH DEAR GOD I THOUGHT THE HOLY WATER DOSED CAGE WOULD HOLD YOU!

? 2: Moonwalks in* NOT ON MY WATCH BITCH.

Me: Of Course. Your the reason she’s out. *Silent Crying*

Heisu: Should we..

Yin: Nope. Not at all.

Episode 4- Meeting Karens pt. 2

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4

         ~Hato, Zen, And Satori~ 

           Zen looks at one of the many figures of heroes. "Ugh…They don't even have any Red Riot.." she says, crossing her arms. 

           "Aww, mad they don't have your favorite hero." Says Satori jokingly. 

           "Satori, I will punch you in the face," says Zen. Satori smirks. "Come at me, pretty girl." She Says. 

           Zen smirks. "Oh, Hunny, if I did, I think you'd be on the other side of the mall." 

           Hato sighs. "Girls, can we please not yeet each other? Like a normal family?"

           Zen and Satori look at him. "Boi, have we ever been a normal family?" they ask him. Hato shuts up and rethinks.

           "Exactly." 

           A black-haired person walks next to Zen. Zen turns and gasps. "EEEE HANAO!" she shouts. 

           Hanao jumps and looks at her with shock in his green eyes. "Z-Zen?" asks Hanao.

           "Boi, who else? Hug. Now." Says Zen hugging him. Hanao smiles and hugs back, "it's been a while, hasn't it…"

           Satori and Hato look at the duo. Satori blinks. "Are you two dating? If so, I'm so telling Yin." She says. 

           Zen pulls away from Hanao and smacks the back of Satori's head. "No. He's the kind I'd always play within the daycare. Remember Hato?" she asks her twin. 

           "Oh, the flower guy, right?" asks Hato as he walks up to Hanao.

           Hanao blushes and looks away. "N-Nice to see you again…" he stutters out. He looks to Satori, "N-Nice meeting you, I'm Mochizuki Hanao…" introduces Hanao as he has something in his arm.

           "I'm Takami Satori. Nice to meet you. Also, how in the fucken-Zen's brash and aggressive, and Your soft-spoken and meek! How did you two become friends?"

            "I…really don't know…" answers Hanao. Zen looks and notices a Red Riot figure in Hanao's arms. 

           "bOI, WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?!" asks Zen as she looks at the figure. Hanao jumps. "I-in the back of the store…this was the last one," he answers. Zen sulks in the corner "curse you, fans…" she mumbles as three lines dropped from her head. 

           Hanao, Hato, and Satori sweat drop staring at Zen. "Aren't you a fan of his, too?" they ask. 

           Hanao places the figure box next to Zen. "Here. You're more a fan than me." Says Hanao. Zen's eyes became watery, and she begins to literally cry waterfalls as she hugs the figure box. "HANAO, YOUR TOO SWEET TO MEE!!!" she shouts. 

           Literal waterfall hits Hanao as he smiles. "Alright, Alright, you're welcome…" says Hanao.

           Then a man took the box from Zen. "Girls shouldn't have figures! They're for men," says the man. The trio's mouths drop and turn white as Zen slowly turns to the man. A murderous glint in her teal eyes. "I'm sorry what?" she asks. 

           Satori and Hanao hide behind Hato. Hato looks at them. "HOLD UP- WHY ME?!" he asks.

           "You're the only person she won't unintentionally hurt. Twin powers." Answers Satori. 

           "THAT'S NOT HOW TWINS WORK!!" 

           The man looks at Zen. "In fact, women shouldn't be in this store. This store has an aisle for men with sexual wants for their women and figures for themselves," He says, then he smirks. "For a woman with your curvy body must look good. I think I'm taking you home," he says

           Satori and Hanao hear glass break. Hanao sweat drops. "And that's the sound of broken mental health and big brother instincts." 

           The man looks at Zen with hungry eyes. "I bet you good in bed…a slut like you must be." 

           Hanao hears more glass breaking ". . . Welp this guy is dead." He says, turning from the scene. 

           "Like that red-eyed blonde, I tried to fuck. He was pretty," adds the man. Hanao slowly turns, "Oh, this bitch dead." He says, growing roses and thorns. 

           ~Later~

           The group leaves the currently bloodied store. 

           "man, the cashier, and manager sure were nice in giving us free shit," says Zen as he unboxes the Red Riot Figure. 

           "True, Should we tell our siblings about what we did??" asks Satori.

           "Leave me out of it…I rather not want more teasing from everyone just to snap into my big brother's senses." Says Hato as he flipped the bag.

           "I think we killed him." Says Hanao as he unboxes a Dynamite figure. "Oh damn, this is his winter outfit." Adds Hanao.

           "Where to next?" asks Satori looking at the group. 

           "Starbucks??" asks Zen.

           Hato and Hanao shrug. "Sure, why not?" says Hato. 

           ~Heisu, Riku, and surprise~

           By Riku's request, they went to one of the many bookstores. The two were in the mystery aisle. 

           Heisu pulls out a random book "Hey Riku, how is this author 'Sho'?" 

           Riku leans over. "Sho? Oh, his books are amazing. Mostly focused on drama, crime, and mystery." 

           "Cool. Sho. Wait a minute, isn't Sai's full name Saisho?" 

           Riku processes, "We need to ask him this." 

           "I'll wave this book in his face and see what he says." 

           Riku looks to the side. "How about we don't do that…"

           Heisu smiles. "Would it kill you to smile a bit?"

           "I'm not obliged too…some of us don't have dad's cheery outlook Hei…" says Riku, Heisu sweat drops, "but both our dads keep a good mask on" 

           A child walks up to the brothers looking at the book in Heisu's hand. "I wanna read that one!!" says the child.

           Riku and Heisu jump back, scared. "A CHILD" shouts Heisu hiding behind his little brother. Riku looks at him "… What's with you and not liking kids??" asks Riku. Heisu looks at him. "Children are demons.".

           The child walks up to Riku. "I wanna read that one!" he says. The boys both look at Sho's book in Heisu's hand. 

           "I-I don't think that's appropriate for your age…" stutters Riku looking at the child. The child growls, "Give it to me!". 

           Heisu and Riku whimper and shake their heads. The mother walks to her child and looks at the boys. "Why didn't you give my kid the book?!" says the woman. 

           Riku, at this point, hides behind Heisu, who's holding the book to his chest. "I-It's not appropriate for your kid…" answers Heisu. 

           "SO?! THE AUTHOR IS HER FATHER!! WHY WON'T YOU LET HER HAVE SOMETHING OF HER DEAD FATHER'S?!" shouts the Karen, Heisu, and Riku whimper more. 

           "Th-the author would've stopped making books if they were dead! Th-this is their most recent one!!" says Riku as he uses his wings to hide himself and Heisu. 

           "W-WELL, THEY DITCHED US. NOW GIVE IT HERE!! AND GET RID OF THAT RIDICULOUS  COSPLAY!" shouts Karen. Grabbing and pulling on Riku's wing. Riku winces, and Heisu tries to get the woman off his little brother and tries not to give the kid the book. 

           Steps were heard from behind as she kept pulling. A yellowed-eyed light auburn-haired male walking through the mystery aisle. Pulling books out from the selves and a repeating "boring." As he pulls and throws books into selves or the ground. Pulling two books out, "oh hey. I think they'll like these". Rereading the titles, he throws them on the ground. "Nope, never mind. They both have these Ones already." 

           The Karen looks behind her, finally losing her grip on Riku's wing. Noticing the male and gasps, "Hey! Don't do that kid that's bad!" she says. 

           The yellow-eyed male raise his eyebrow ". . .And I should fucken care because. . .?" he asks. 

           "Did your parents teach you manners?" She demands.

           "pfft. No. I'm a problem child. My dad barely interacts with me. My 2nd dad, though, interacts. I'm basically a disappointment," Says the male freely. 

           Riku looks at the male recognizes him as his boyfriend, Chisaki Meiro. The woman gasps. "HOW WERE YOU BORN WITH TWO FATHERS?!" she shouts.

           "Fucken magic. Now leave ya bitch and demon spawn." Says Meiro. The woman gasps. Grabbing her child's hand, they quickly left the aisle. 

           Meiro sighs. "Stupid-" he cuts himself off as he sees Riku and Heisu. He immediately runs up to Riku. "Riku!~ I didn't even know you'd be here!" he says, hugging Riku.

           Riku blushes. "Hey Meiro…" he says. Heisu blinks and stares at them. 

           "Uh…huh, Who?" Says Heisu, Meiro looks to him, "Who are you? Why are you with Riku?".

           Heisu looks down. "I-I'm…Heisu… Riku's brother…" He says softly. 

           Meiro looks to Riku. "How many siblings do you have??" 

           "Seven��Zen and Heisu were in America for their middle school and high school life plus the beginning of college for Zen because they were learning English." Explains Riku.

           Meiro blinks. "Zen? Like the fashion Designer? Her clothes are inspired by underground punkish (My cousin and one of my closest friends love to create clothes like these. He's fine with me using his designs in my stories) types," says Meiro.

           "Oh, yup, that's her…" says Heisu as he laughs nervously. 

           Meiro snaps his head to Riku. "Ok. A model brother and a fashion designer sister? Boi. What else?" he says. 

           Riku shrugs and looks on the ground. "We should pick those up…" Pointing to the books. 

           Meiro blinks. "No the fuck we ain't," he says. Heisu sweat drops and looks at Riku, giving him a look. 'What in the world do you see in him?' 

           Riku looks back. 'He's funny sometimes! Plus, he actually likes me…'. Heisu sighs. Why am I even asking? Zen is with a Triad boss! He thinks. 

           Riku uses his feathers to put the fallen books away "why are you even here, Meiro?" 

           "Looking for gifts for my half brothers. It's the new year soon, which comes their birthday." 

           "When is their birthday day?" asks Heisu

           "The 13th of January." Says Meiro looking towards him, "They're turning 24 this year, I believe." Says Meiro. 

           Riku looks at him "they're? So you have more than one?" asks Riku.

           "Twins. Both are smart. I don't really know what to get them." 

             Heisu blinks. "Why not a fancy chessboard?" he asks. 

             "but they can get expensive…" explains Meiro. 

             "We can help pay, you know…" says Riku. Meiro smiles. "Oh hell, Yea!!" he says. 

             Heisu sweatdrops. "Your too Nice, Ri." 

             ~Haruki~

             Oh, the child made them run. Remember the kid from the first part of Sai's encounter? I don't think Zen should hang around him anymore….

             In GameStop, Haruki was excitedly looking through the games. Grabbing one he found interesting, he squeals adorably. Then a child grabs it from him. "Cool!~ I was looking for this!" Says the kid. 

             Haruki pouts, "Hey! Give it back! I found it first." 

             The kid sticks his tongue out. "Uh uh! I did!" he says. 

             What would Hato do? Oh! I know he'd ask for it back! Thinks Haruki, then a mini Zen with horns and a flame trident appeared on his right shoulder. 

             "Hmm, Nah. Threaten him." Says the devil Zen.

             Then a mini hato with a halo appeared on his left shoulder. "No! Ask for it back!" Says the angel Hato. 

             Devil Zen glares at him. "No! Cause that's boring! Fight for it!" 

             Angel Hato growls at her and attacks her, "ASK FOR IT." "THREATEN." "ASK." "THREATEN" "ASK."

             Haruki holds his head as swirls appear in his eyes. The kid begins going to the cashier. Haruki panics and runs over to the kid. 

             "Hey! Wait! Asshole!" says Haruki. The angel Hato and devil Zen stop fighting and gasp. 

             The kid turns to him. "What? Too bad! It's mine!" says the kid. 

             "Bitch! I found it fucking before you! Hell, I've played all the games before that one! What the fuck do you know about it?!" 

             "Uh. It's about a lame swordsman trying to protect a damn shield." 

             Haruki gasps, "NOT ONLY ARE YOU FUCKEN WRONG. THAT'S NOT EVEN THE RIGHT GAME!" 

             The kid looks away in embarrassment. 

             "Now if you don't fucken mind. May I have the game before I get someone to slaughter your entire family. Making you wish you were never born." Says Haruki with a smile. 

             The kid hands him the game and runs out crying. Angel Hato and Devil Zen have their mouths open "Where in the world…." Says Devil Zen. The angel and demon puff.

             Haruki innocently smiles and pays for the game. Skipping out to where Sai was. Who was talking with a green hair male and a blonde with purple and green streaks in their hair. The two-wave the blonde bye and left. 

             "HEEEEEYYY HARUKI!!" Sai shouts out of character.

             Haruki skips over. "Hello!~ who's that?" he asks. 

             "This is my lover. Kaoru. Kaoru meet Haruki…" introduces Sai.

             Kaoru smiles. "Nice to meet-HEY DON'T CHANGE THE SUBJECT SAI!" they shout, looking to Sai, whistling, looking anywhere but at Kaoru. Haruki tilts his head in confusion.

             Haruki, Sai, and Kaoru walk from the game stop to the next shop talking. 

             ~Later~ 

             The whole family decided to ride in the car. It was very squished in the back. 

             Sai was driving, Kouten was in the passenger seat with his new puppy. In the Second row were Hato, Zen, and Satori.  In the third row was Riku, Heisu, and Haruki.

             Sai looks at Kouten. "What in the…did you get a puppy?" asks Sai blinking at his brother. Kouten sweatdrops. "Kind of? A friend adopted her for me…" answers Kouten. 

             Zen perks up from her seat. "HOLD UP. YOU HAVE FRIENDS?!" asks/shouts Zen.

             A tick appears on his head. "I have more than you. You just have Hato, Satori, me, any of our siblings, and what's his name…Yin. Who I still disapprove of." Says Kouten.

             A tick appears on Zen's head. "You aren't the boss of me bitch." Says Zen. Hato sweat drops "Language Zen." He says. 

             Zen grumbles and glares at him. Satori perks up and looks at the puppy. "Aww, what's her name??" asks Satori. 

             "Her name is Zodiac," answers Kouten looking at the puppy. Zodiac barks and pants, Satori rolls her eyes. "That's boring. Should've named her Princess Mononoke or Princess kicky bity your ass," says Satori. 

             Riku from the back "Why not name her Crow?" he says quietly. 

             Heisu looks at Riku "that's nice, Though I just like Princess…" 

             Haruki looks up from his switch "OOO! WHAT ABOUT BUTTERFLY!" he shouts, Heisu sweatdrops. "Should we tell him that papillon means butterfly?" asks Heisu to Riku, who shakes his head.

             "How about Mrs. Bitch." Says Zen with a snicker, Sai holds a snicker in. Hato hits Zen with his wing. "No. She's Kouten's pupper, so he can name her what he wants. Why are you obsessed with the word bitch anyways?" 

             Kouten smiles. "Thank you, pigeon.". Hato waves him off with a smile.

             Sai remembers something "Oh, before I forget, I booked resort rooms for us."

             His younger siblings look at him. "You did what now??" asks Kouten. 

             "Resort rooms. The resort has a waterpark, spa, restaurants, cafes, ballroom where a party is being held. Which we have to attend, being Hawks' kids have down parts. Around the area are tourist attractions. The resort has a fitness area, rides, bars, and more." Explains Sai, his younger siblings' mouths drop shocked. 

             "THE HECK DO YOU DO FOR A GOD DANG LIVING SAI?!" shouts his siblings as they check their phones for their accounts to see no money missing from their accounts. 

             Sai sighs, "I didn't steal your money." sighs of relief echoed throughout the car. Sai "But I did check your browsing histories." He says. His siblings stare at him, Sai blinks. "What? I only looked through Satori's, Haruki's, Riku's, and Heisu's," says Sai. 

             Sai then rolls his eyes. "I already know what the elders have. Plus, it was too well locked.". Hato, Zen, and Kouten laugh nervously. 

             "So, when are we heading to the resort??" asks Heisu from the back

             "About…

            Two months from

            Now"

Saisho/Sai belongs to  @ulti-mal

Kouten belongs to @hairuko

Hato belongs to @juniperarts

Satori belongs to @fioresacros

Haruki belongs to @/_falyy on twitter

Riku, Meiro & Hotaru to @diizaren

[how-do-i-know-if-im-baby]

Request Prompt List!

These do not have to be used for every request, they are only if wanted! Can be asked with ships as well and you can also ask to combine at the most 2! I will be adding to it very occasionally. 

General/Crack/Or I didn’t know where it fit:

Clown- “What a simp,” “you are literally making a tiktok with clown makeup on.”

Howdy- “Why are you dressed as a...” “I’m a cowboy!”

Rose- “I got you some flowers!” “...” “You’re allergic aren’t you.” “Yup.”

Dawn- “It’s 6 in the morning and you want me to what?” 

Ask- “All you had to do was ask me.” “Oh yeah, let me just walk up to a random stranger and say, ‘Hey, do you happen to have a cat with you?” “I did didn’t I?”

Circles- “How long has it been since you slept?” “Since... Sunday I think.” “It’s Saturday...” “Did I stutter?”

Game- “Damn, how did you manage to kill me so fast?! You’re level 2!” “Smurf account bitch.”

Mine- “... I grabbed it first.” “Hell no you didn’t.”

Other worldly- “What are you, an alien?” “...” “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Fluff:

Bright- “You look very happy today,” “It’s because I got to see you”

Stars- “Why do you stare at me so often?” “You’re eyes remind me of stars...”

Alone- “I used to feel alone until you showed me I don’t have to be.”

Nerd- “So... I’ve seen you at a few of these and I realized we always happen to have matching cosplay’s on so...” “Are you asking me out right now?” “Pretty much yeah.”

Circles- “How long has it been since you slept?” “Since... Sunday I think.” “It’s Saturday...” “Did I stutter?”

Hand- “Woah, you have big hands!” “or you’re just small.”

Ring- “Why don’t you marry him/it/them then?!” “Cause I was just about to propose to you!”

Angst:

Dark- “You were my light in the darkness and now that you’re gone, I stumble blindly”

Collapsing Star- “I’m a collapsing star.”

Falling- “I’m sorry...” “It’s okay... it’s not your fault you can’t love me anymore.”

Waterfall- “Oh god I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please, don’t cry baby-” “Don’t you dare say that to me. I have every right to cry right now!”

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Bottles: Part 2

Summary:  One day when going to check up on Logan, Patton spies bottles lining the logical side's room. Bottles of all various colors and sizes, Logan assures him that they are nothing, but coupled with Logan's odd recent behavior, is everything as it seems?

Part One

It took actual genuine effort for Logan to not scream out loud and subsequently give the others a heart attack while doing so.

His body felt like a spring that had been pushed down and confined to a tiny box as he curled up into himself on the floor, his teeth burrowed into the flesh of his arm biting down as he felt the scream bubbling up. The pain fortunately enough gave him something else to focus on rather than all of the lies that were burning his insides as his body shook like he was in negative degree weather. Everything felt jittery now, and at that moment the only thing that he felt that he could honestly do was lay there and hope that no one popped in on him and saw this monumental weakness that he was allowing himself at this moment.

At least I’m not crying. Logan bitterly thought to himself, even as the trembling continued he could at least be thankful for that small grace, he hadn’t completely hit rock bottom just yet.

It took far too long for Logan to get back up to his feet, it took him stumbling and nearly falling down to his knees again before he was finally able to get back up again, and even so his hands were shaking the entire time. He felt absolutely awful, like someone had opened up his chest and placed a lead weight inside before stitching him back up and leaving him to deal with it for the rest of his life. He wouldn’t be dealing with it for long though, that was a nice and comforting thought, because as soon as he could summon a bottle again he was going to, and he was going to seal away every single lie that had made the pain in his chest grow worse and worse. Then everything would be perfect, and he could continue to operate at perfect efficiency.

Looking in the mirror that was fixed to his door, Logan couldn’t help but to cringe at his own reflection. His hair, on top of other things, was once again a mess. On top of the fact that he looked like he had just gotten beat in the fact with a bag of flour after running several miles, given the pale sheen of his face and the cold sweat on his brow. Although he had been able to pick himself back up, and given enough time he’d most certainly be able to look presentable once again.

Sweeping his unruly and curly hair back and slicking it down with a modest amount of gel Logan leaned into his own reflection pinching one of his cheeks until a spot of bright red could be seen on his pale face. He tried to avoid looking into his eyes as he worked on himself, heaven knew that he looked absolutely dead inside.

“I’m...f- I hurt everywhere.” Logan tried to coach himself, it should have been simple to say it, to say I’m fine like he actually was fine and there was nothing wrong with him in the slightest. Yet, as simple as it should have been to get those words out, something else entirely left his lips. Without even thinking, Logan slapped his hand over his mouth, his wide eyes echoing the shock that he felt at that very moment.

No no no..this could not be happening to him.

“I’m-” Now before he could even start the word fine more brutal honesty slipped out, “I hate myself.”

Logan could help the words that he had blurted out, and this time the stinging his eyes became all too apparent as the full meaning of those words slammed into his chest, and the fact that it was true above all else hurt even more so. Hate was a strong word, a word that he usually tried to avoid using when it came to any of the others, however, when it came to himself...it was one that felt all too real for him. With no bottle to hold the lies, as well as the brutal truths that he couldn’t handle, he could no longer hide from any of this until it was fixed.

“Looogan!” Normally Logan would have felt a sharp tang of fear as Patton’s voice called his name from downstairs, he could hear the ting of worry in the moral side’s voice as he called up to him from the base of the stairs. “It’s been an hour, I’ve made lunch. Come on down!”

Oh dear…

What was he going to do? What was even supposed to do in a situation like this? It would upset Patton greatly to hear all of the things that Logan had kept buried away inside of him, and if..and if the other asked what the bottles were then Logan would have no choice but to tell him. He couldn’t lie until the bottle was fixed, and he didn’t have that time anymore, he had wasted it by sulking on the floor and losing himself to the few emotions that had entered him.

Weak. He scolded himself, as his eyes darted all around the bedroom looking for something, or anything to prevent the oncoming question that would come from Patton. Anything to prevent him from having to answer. His eyes trailed over everything, in his room, from the costumes he’d worn previously to his unicorn onesie, when he abruptly stopped at the Sherlock costume he’d worn once in front of Thomas.

Sherlock...a scarf!

He seized the article of clothing quickly wrapping it around his neck and mouth like he was a dying man wrapping a bandage around a bleeding wound. With little time to waste he snatched up his notebook as well as a pen, this could just work. Grasping it tightly he made his way to the door opening it with a quick jerk of his hand and nearly bumping into Patton the moment he went to step outside of his room.

Patton’s worried expression almost immediately melted into one of pure relief at the sight of Logan stepping out of his room, truth be told, Patton had thought that Logan was going to ask for a little while longer to work on whatever he had been scribbling before. Although that relief was soon scooted to the side as he spotted the familiar looking scarf hazardously wound around Logan’s neck and face, and he couldn’t help the tiny and yet teasing smile that curled onto his lips.

“What’s with the scarf Lo-berry? More cosplay?” He teased, just for an inkling of concern to leak into his chest as he watched Logan, rather than replying to him, started to scribble onto his notebook before showing him the words that he had written down.

“I accidentally inhaled something when messing with one of my experiments, my throat hurts. So I cannot talk.” Patton mumbled aloud, and a pout formed on his bottom lip before his eyes darted back up to Logan’s face. “Oh, Logan…” Patton muttered, his hand patting Logan’s cheek, before a warm and tender smile lit up his face. “I’ll make you some tea, come on.”

In the back of his mind, Logan could feel the pink bottle on one of his shelves shaking and rattling as soon as he felt Patton’s warm and soothing touch on his cheek, it felt perfect in every single way. Almost as if he could just sink into that warmth and never let himself come up for air, which was preposterous given that he specifically had that emotion locked up and for a good reason. So instead, he hastily patted the hand on his cheek nodding instead of opening his mouth and letting everything spill out, like a waterfall of word vomit.

He felt that pink bottle rattling again as soon as Patton cheerily took his hand, leading him down to the kitchen where he had made a bunch of tiny personal-sized pizzas that had faces on them, puppy faces to be exact.

Why did the moral side have to be so perfect in everything that he did? Instead of seriously considering that question, Logan sat at the breakfast bar, watching Patton warm the water before dipping a tea bag into it. His movements all exact and precise, as if Logan’s health was the exact reason he needed to be serious. The ridiculous thought almost made Logan laugh, except the thought of opening his mouth to make a single sound made him terrified.

That instead of a laugh leaving him, it would instead be a sob. So he kept quiet, he was at least good at that.

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