#Trigger warning suicide

[expensivemistake]

matthew murdock parallels. earth 65 & earth 616

[pmpknsoup]

ohhhhhh something about the way siffrins mental health is portrayed is just so. oh its so RAW. hes so anguished and hes so desperate and you FEEL IT. the shaky text the screaming the blacked out screens. its so visceral. and its ugly. and its frantic. and its not romanticized or pretty or anything of the sort. its real and its heavy and its intense and he lashes out and its so GOOD. the repetition, the rituals, the unhealthy attachments. the obsessive routine, the "script". the ANGER the disgust with himself the LONGING. the aching yearning the way he digs his teeth into everything familiar because he cant lose this too, if he loses his friends, his FAMILY, then what does he have left??

AND ON TOP OF THAT. the way his family all help him out in their own ways. bonnie giving them snacks because thats how they know how to love. odile begrudgingly setting aside her own issues with feelings to ask siffrin if hes okay. isabeau seeing siffrin spiraling and gently redirecting his attention. mirabelle telling siffrin she really does care about him and that shes glad hes there. OHHHH ITS SO GOOD its so good i cant even express.

TW FOR SUICIDE UNDER THE CUT

especially the spiraling with the dagger. oh my god. the way his dialogue slowly changes everytime he uses it. the frantic IT FELT LIKE DYING, AND THEN LIKE NOTHING. AND KNOWING YOU PUT YOURSELF THERE!!!! and the way he feels ashamed and the way it stops being "you killed yourself" and starts being "you saved yourself some time". the way he stops thinking about it and starts stabbing immediately. the way it gets worse and worse and the way when hes confronted by loop and asks "is anything going to happen if i keep doing it?" and loop saying "i think it already has" GOD. god the way mental health is handled in this game. oh my god.

[akemiiya]

Trigger warning: suicide

uncensored version below

only one way out.

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[m1ssunderstanding]

Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 1.5

Coke Paul is just so pretty

What is the switching glasses supposed to mean in the penny lane video? Any thoughts?

In this interview, Paul seconds John's “go on forever” comment from a few months ago. They really did so well when they were living together, didn't they?

Okay, let's look at the difference in Paul's trips. His first ever trip with Tara Browne and he's just concerned that his sleeves are dirty and just mildly looking through a book of pictures. VS with John? The “I know.” “I know.” The “emperor of the universe” thing? Raving about it to everyone who would listen? Having to leave multiple times because it was scary how tightly they were bonding?

Their songwriting partnership is beyond insane. It's superhuman, it really is. Their abilities, their connection. And Cyn and Terry just reading. Just completely nonplussed. This was very every-day, monotonous stuff for them. Unfathomable. 

That song will always get me, though. “what do I do when my love is away?” “Obviously move my best friend in to take her place and then write a timeless classic with him about how it.”

Astrid: At first I did wonder if the really cared about people's feelings and people's friendship. Maybe this doc's whole thesis is “John and Paul's love for each other was so big they didn't have room for any kind feeling toward anyone else.”

The Pepper photoshoot is insane to me. Like more insane than the David Bailey one. Change my mind. You can't.

John tells an interviewer, "Only now am I beginning to realize many of the things I should have known years ago. I'm getting to understand my own feelings." Were follow-up questions just not invented yet??!! What things have you just learned, John? What feelings?

Never forget Linda took these. She must've been somewhat aware of how annoying this man was going to be about John from the start. And she still went after him. That's how good his . . . Nevermind.

"a decisive moment in the history of Western civilization" Well done, babies. 

I love smug Paul in general, and I especially love when he's smug about John. That “me and the badass bitch I pulled by being autistic” look. But literally. 

Gosh the Greece trip looks so beautiful. Idyllic. Paradisiacal. All of the beautiful people are just so blissful and in love. Sigh. (Every time I tried to take a screenshot of it it was too awful. Peter Jackson should clean it up.)

What are everyone's thoughts about the cause of Brian's death? I really liked what Vivek Tiwary said on AKOM. He knew he was taking a dangerous amount of drugs and he was depressed. But he wouldn't have just left so suddenly without leaving a will or setting things in order for the Beatles business. Anyway, no matter the cause, his death is the beginning of the end for the Beatles.  

All those quotes and pictures about the “intensity” between Paul and Brian are fascinating. “Obviously adored” “overcompensate” “little worries” What does it all mean? Was Brian in love with Paul in the end like he had been in love with John in the beginning? Or did he just feel bad because he knew it was unfair to Paul how in love he was with John? 

Wait, Brian was hospitalized for s*icide attempts in 66? Really? Confirmed? I knew he was in the hospital, but didn't know it was due to s*icide. 

Paul's hand at the small of John's back here, helping him onto the bus. It's so tender, so customary. They took such good care of each other.

Interviewer talking about MMT: If I can't see it in color, I'm going to send it back. ... :/

They're directing something and as Paul starts to walk away, so does John. But not because he wants to. He's looking around almost frantically. He has no choice in the matter. Only one person gets to control their legs at a time, and right now it's Paul's turn. 

Look how fucking ecstatic he is. I guarantee John isn't saying anything that monumental but look at those eyes. He's done for. Gone.

Interviewer: just get a tape recorder and you and Paul and the others just start gabbing. John: well, we've got a lot of that lying around the house, actually. Me: First of all “the house?” “the house?” Just casual. Like “our house” Like it's just common knowledge that they've been married and living together since they were fifteen. Second of all, give us the tapes already!! Who has them? Paul? 

All of these quotes from the Hunter Davies biography are just so normal. They're all so normal. It's fine. I'm fine. And here's my tin hat coming on again (and yeah I believe John loved George and Ringo immensely) but I think sometimes in these quotes, when John and Cyn are saying "the Beatles" they kind of mean "Paul . . . And George and Ringo". John himself actually says as much in the seventies, that when he says "the Beatles" he might just mean Paul, or just him and Paul. And there are countless times when Paul or John will start out saying "the others" and end up using just one name in a sentence. Idk this doc makes me such a truther I swear I'm not always this crazy.

And John's self soothing, reassuring refrain playing over all of it, “nothing's gonna change my world.” Right after Paul and Jane get engaged? Someone stab me in the heart, it would hurt less. And this is just the anticipation of the next part. Can I even handle part two?

Have some happy screenshots to bolster us.

[sirlancenotalot]

[dramadramallama]

deadass about to fight people defending the core message of death's game like there's nothing to criticize about suicide being straight-up presented as this Great Unforgivable Sin™. personally, i think it could have been such a powerful journey if the preachy tone was completely removed, if the personification of death was utterly neutral, and the main character, yi-jae, wasn't shamed and guilted into Understanding, after going through other people's lives.

i loved the show (!), but the punitive aspect coupled with the literal guilt-tripping and torture simply does not align with the feel-good moral i've seen pleople try to apply to it. the problem is it loses almost all meaning if the character goes through that development under the threat of rotting in hell forever. he's basically reduced to being a rat in a maze, fighting tooth and nail to survive vague, impossible rules, and being absolutely disdained and berated for it.

people do not commit suicide because they don't love their family/loved ones enough. i feel as much empathy for the ones left behind as i do for the ones who choose to leave.

how can we reasonably expect him to experience "illumination" when he's put into increasingly difficult situations where death is basically unavoidable?

i am glad yi-jae came to regret and to feel remorse, i am glad he was amazingly able to see past all the pain and torture he was put through, i am glad he was given a second shot at life (?)... but at what cost? the man basically ends up living his twelfth life alone, and empty, and broken. what a way to show him life is worth living. he did not deserve what lead to his suicide, and he certainly did not deserve what followed.

he tried. he was full of love. he did good. he was good.

[ram-kingofpeanuts]

I think it's comical the number of times Arjun's go to decision to a frustrating problem is to kill himself if he couldn't solve it in the first go, which he inevitably fails at and Lord Krishna has to save him with a Technicality .

I just imagine Lord Krishna complaining to Godess Rukmini "He can't keep doing this dear!"

Like seriously he came close to dying like 9-10 times and almost 6 of them were from him vowing to kill himself.

From a meta view, Arjun's fetal flaw was his pride so maybe Maharishi Vyasa was trying to show the greatest threat to a proud person is themselves? Idk

[yo-kaiwatchkillyourfamily]

Trigger warning talking about dying and committing suicide (I don’t want to offend anyone )

wtf why the fuck is this the second search result?

Why does Google think Alphys commit suicide?

[zychimixx]

TW: Suicide

“I’ll hang myself here.”

[fuck-customers]

Finally put in my two week notice to the job I’ve been at for over seven years and I’m so happy. Working there actually makes me want to off myself and I’m glad that I’m finally putting myself first. If this is the sign someone needs to quit their shitty job, do it.

Posted by admin Rodney.

[thuesdaynightdykelife]

Apologies if I'm a bit inactive and slow to respond coming up. One of my closest friends took her life three days ago, and I was the one to find her. I'm doing as okay as you can be in this situation. We cleared out her place today, it was very emotion-filled. With every tragedy, love shines through, and as designated godparents, we now have a new baby boy. Say hello to Kevin, her pride and joy.

[achaotichuman]

Okay but like imagine if Tamlin committed suicide after the incident, BUT! but, but, but his spirit lives on and he doesn't know that he's dead.

Until after the second war with hybern did Tamlin fall in some sort of memory loop, where he starts reliving memories over and over again until he remembers his death and then slowly he starts to fade and then he becomes a truly dead person.

Sorry been watching Bly manor and I see Tamlin as a Dani/Hannah combo because it's really freaking sad and. I cried.

Hang on need to dry my tears real quick so I can see the screen. Why would you send this to me?!?! Jk ofc, this sounds heartbreaking and I love it.

*Trigger Warning- Graphic Depictions of Self-Harm and Suicide*

When Tamlin fell back into the lounge of the Manor, he looked up at the ceiling. He watched the white cracks and specks of black mould morphed, swirling and changing. He saw it change and change until he could make out the stars in that ceiling. 

He looked at the ground, the bloodied tiled ground. He could feel the cold tiles fabric under his fingers. He could hear the screaming chirping of birds outside. 

He could feel nothing but pain, only numbness as he looked back up at the ceiling. The white, pristine ceiling. 

It was always pristine, nothing could touch the ceiling. It was always the same. It was the same when Rhysand left him, it was the same when Lucien came, it was the same when Feyre came, it was the same when Lucien and Feyre left. 

The world was slowly but surely running him around in circles. It started when he saw Rhysand again, he saw Rhysand's eyes glaring at him from across the room at the High lord's meeting. Then the room swiftly changed, and all of a sudden, a girl stood in the entrance of the dining hall. Tamlin looked her up and down, her frame was odd-shaped, her face jutting out in odd angles, her arms too long, her mouth too wide for her face.

He looked to Lucien who was wearing a golden mask, covering most of his scarring. The Fox jutted his head to the girl subtly. Tamlin turned back to her, and like his mouth was being moved for him, he told her, "Your hair is... clean."

She looked as confused as Tamlin felt. A sickening feeling rose in the pit of his stomach. The memory of cruel eyes and grinning face looking down at him from her throne as she demanded he give himself up to her circled around in his head.

And it was only then that he knew why the girl was standing here. That was the intended cursebreaker. He had to seduce her into a romantic relationship with him. A quick glance at Lucien shaking his head revealed that Tamlin may have very well fucked his chances over. 

The world blurred again and he was beside the Faery Queen. Amarantha drew a circle on the back of his hand as she stared out at her Court. Tamlin wanted to rip that finger off of her, but he kept silent knowing what would happen if he did. 

What was this? Where was he?

He was under a mountain. Under the Mountain. His view shifted, suddenly he was watching from above the party. He could see the flaring of skirts and wings, hair whipping around as people spun and spun to the music, attempting to forget. 

Forget. 

Tamlin was facing Rhysand again. The sight of his eyes made his knees weak. The childish urge to run into the arms of his oldest enemy friend nearly took him over. Tamlin held his ground, he watched as Rhysand moved through a sea of darkness. Towards Feyre. The urge to run to Rhysand turned to the urge to grab Feyre and run away. Tamlin could do nothing but remain rooted to the spot as Rhysand swept Feyre from the aisle and swiftly took her away to the Night Court. 

Tamlin stared at the empty aisle, Lucien stepped closer to him. When Tamlin looked at him he saw how his friend was dressed to the nines for this wedding. Looking down Tamlin saw the white wedding suit he was in, greens and golds shimmering across the pressed jacket. 

He looked up and saw smoke and the licking flames over fire. He heard the screaming of his people. He ran and ran and ran. Overturning burning logs and allowing Faeries trapped under to run, escaping to the Courts nearby. Tamlin ran through the burning storms. Flames leapt about like dancers. Taking over everything he ever held dear to him. 

When all was done only smoke and ash was left.

Turning around Tamlin saw him, the King of Hybern grinned down at him. With his hand turned into a fist, he squeezed until his knuckles turned white, causing the binds of magic around Tamlin to tighten. Tamlin continued to try and lunge at him, but he just laughed. 

A wild animal, he had always been called, a dog that bit and barked. He was sure as hell living up to that today. He didn’t care, not as the screaming of that innocent girl filled his ears. Elain Archeron plunged into the Cauldron, and no one could do a damn thing about it. Not even Rhysand who could only watch Tamlin with pure hatred in his eyes. 

It went around and around. 

Feyre in the dining hall. Rhysand at the High lords meeting. Hybern in his throne. Amarantha with her hand on his. Lucien with his eyes gone. Lucien grinning with both his intact eyes crinkling at the corners. Feyre in her hunting clothes. Rhysand at the High lord’s meeting. Hybern destroying his Court. Feyre int he dining hall. 

Around and around he danced and laughed, and screamed and cried and hurt. 

You’re not real. 

You’re not real. 

You’re not real. 

He sung and sung and sung, until he was screaming and his throat was raw. 

Then it all spun around and around until it landed on one single moment. 

He was done. Completely and utterly over it all. Why keep doing this? Why keep going? There was no point in any of it. Rhysand would keep coming back, he'd keep whispering in his ear, following him like a ghost of the past. He'd never let him move on.

He would never let him move on unless he went to a place the Night Lord couldn't reach him.

Red ran in tiny rivers down the side of the sink. Tamlin felt nothing, nothing at all as he turned the faucet on high, until the sound of gushing water was all he could hear. He took the scissors off the benchtop and looked into the mirror. Red smeared across his fingers, making his grip slippering, but he held on tight.

Picking up large sections of his hair, Tamlin put the scissors to work. Soon his hair was short and blotched with blood still staining the blades, and golden strands covered the sink and floor.

He looked like when he was younger. When Rhysand still wanted him, when Rhysand still loved him.

He looked like he did the day Rhysand looked at him with hatred and disgust. Covered in blood, his hair dirty choppy. He looked like he did the day their families died.

Tamlin barely saw the tears running free down his face. He didn't care. He picked up that pair of scissors and put them to his wrists.

The last thing he would ever do for the world. The last favor he would ever bestow to Rhysand.

Tamlin barely felt the sting followed by the burning pain. A deep hollowness spread in his heart as black seeped into his vision. And blood covered the bathroom floor like the deep oceans of the sea.

When Tamlin stared up at the white celling above him, why did he fall to the floor? He could have he heard the ringing laughter of the woman he once called a friend, the woman who his father and brothers had mercilessly slaughtered.

"They took my wings, Tam." She laughed in his ear.

I know.

"They hunted me down and watched me scream and writhe, Tam." She laughed over his skin.

I know.

"I still love you though." She laughed as her hands reached into his chest like his body was nothing. She laughed as she pulled him up and up and up until the sky was nothing. The roof was nothing. The floor. The walls. The world was nothing but another figment of his imagination. 

Tamlin was looking at the pristine ceiling once again. 

“It’s over, Tamlin darling.” A girlish voice soothed him. 

“It's time to come home now.” She said. 

Tamlin looked up at his first love, Rhysand’s sister, Branon, she smiled back at him. 

“Okay.” He whispered. 

She led him through the darkness. She held his hand until the world gave way to a bright, warm light. 

And the pristine white ceiling faded away to nothing, as Tamlin finally rested.

Thank you for the prompt! I hope I did it justice!

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Kyoshi, 16: I've been kind of depressed, maybe thinking of killing myself. Lao Ge: *waving a knife above his head* Be! My! Guest! Kyoshi: I don't want you to fix it, I just want you to listen. ;w;

Kyoshi, 200 years later: Hey do you remember when I told you I was suicidal and you handed me a knife and said "Be my guest"? Lao Ge: *laughs* Oh yeah I remember that.

[fitnessgeekandcoffeefreak]

This is my friend. Most of my hiking adventures are with him, and his mom. . . . and he's been sleeping on my living room floor since Tuesday night. I will not let him be alone. . . .

I am putting a break in this post, and tagging it, because I know there are those here who choose to block as many suicide posts as they can.

On Tuesday evening my friend's brother, (and Linda's son (she's the other friend I hike with)) made the decision to end his life. I can not even put into words how awful the last few days have been for them. My heart is so broken for them. I hate not being able to do anything that seems tangible. I know it's good to be here for them, but. . . I don't know. I ache to do more. I love them so much and wish I could take their suffering away.

Please. For the love of God, if you are struggling with your mental health AT ALL, ask for help. Reach out to someone you know. Call a hotline. Find a therapist you can speak with.

You are not bothering people.

You are not a burden to those that love you.

They NEED you here.

ASK for help.

I am begging you.

💔

[deltaswapjevil]

Underfell Frisk, Flowey, Asriel, and Chara

The trauma children!

Trigger warning for suicide and abuse

Frisk is the human you play as. Quite simple. They bonked their head on a stick on the fall down luckily they're good with first aid. They're a friendly child despite all the shit they went through. Their birth parents were abusive and the trauma rendered them mute with minor PTSD. They were put in an orphanage but escaped and went to commit suicide by diving into Mount Ebott but by a miracle they survived and saw it as a sign from God that they have a mission and after meeting Flowey who presented himself as a fallen angel they set on a quest to heal the wounds of an underground torn apart by the death of a child and the failure of a king.

Long ago monsterkind was ruled by Asgore and Toriel and their son Asriel and later their adopted child Chara Chara was the adopted child of the Dreemurs their past is something they are holding me at knife point not to discuss so don't ask. They are Asriel's only real friend. Things were rough even with the Dreemurs Toriel and Asgore were always bickering and it usually ended with Toriel sleeping outside the castle. Asgore wasn't cold hearted but incredibly stressed because the underground was in great peril and everyone was turning for him for help. He still cared about his family but put his kingdom first. He loved Asriel dearly and tried to make Asriel a better king than he ever was but he never did care much for Chara He believed Chara was a bad omen. He didn't trust humans after they betrayed his kind so long ago and neither did the rest of monsterkind One day monsters stormed the capital demanding Asgore kill and harvest Chara's soulIn a moment of weakness....he killed his own child. Toriel lashed out at him and he in a fit of rage and confusion snapped off her horn and banished her. Asriel horrified by this took Chara's soul and ran away to the surface but was not welcomed by humans who killed him brutally That was day Asgore lost everything And it was all his fault. That was the moment that broke Asgore and would lead to the downfall of his kingdom. A while later the scientist Alphys, who began to slowly descend into madness after learning the truth of what happened to Gaster, Toriel, and Chara at the hands of Asgore, extracted determination from the souls of dead humans to imbue life onto a flower. Not just any flower. But the first flower to grow from pollen brought from the surface from Asriel And so Asriel was reborn as Flowey He only has one goal: escape. However he doesn't remember anything about how he died Just that he was once a prince. He accompanies you in every route of the game acting as a guide, mentor, and bodyguard In the genocide route he adopts the motto "Kill or be killed" and through the players bad influence becomes like the Flowey from Undertale In the neutral route he betrays you. Not Frisk He actually cares for Frisk But YOU the player. He knows that once you escape you'll just reset again. Take away your happy ending Take away his happy ending Take away everyone's happy ending So he turns into Omega Flowey (who resembles a biblically accurate Angel) to fight the player specifically and try and save everyone In a way he's the true hero of the game. In the pacifist route it's mostly the same except after seeing your friends he has hope that you won't reset, that you'll give everyone the happy ending he's been hoping for and he absorbs the souls and all of monsters to destroy the barrier and save everyone....until he becomes Asriel....He suddenly remembers the events of his death and realizes the underground isn't worth saving....No one isSo he sets out to put this world out of its misery. But through the power of friendship you convince him that there is still hope and that your dreams are able to come true and he destroys the barrier.....And everyone lived happily ever after......until you betray them all..... because well.....there's other endings to get....you just have to see every possibility......you're never content even with everyone happy.....and so you reset again. Just to see what would happen if you.....i don't know...Killed everyone? =)