#cw: suicide mentions

[kryptclonian]

@reddrakebird : A Second Chance (Set minutes after Kon's return to the current timeline where he is presumed dead.)

Part of him had always romanticised death; longing for it's slender bony fingers to expire him from existence. The reality however, hadn't been on his agenda for a long time - almost given up on the concept, convinced he was unbeatable, until of course, he'd been proving woefully wrong by no one other than an alternate version of himself. Now wasn't that ironic? He might as well have committed suicide. But Kon hadn't been trying to die that fateful night. Simply save the universe from himself. The same way he always had. Unfortunately, whatever romantic notions he'd had of non-existing weren't nearly as exciting as he'd anticipated. There was no afterlife. Being brought back had taken just over a thousand years, and boy had it been a long millenium. He'd spent his time flickering between dreams of bright blue sad eyes and dark brown hair wrapped in his fingertips, only to be rudely awoken by a man who claimed to have resurrected him. After helping defeat himself once again, Kon was only too glad to be transported back to the current timeline - unaware that he'd still been dead to his friends and family for an entire year. His first point of call probably should have been to check on Cassie but it was Tim's heartbeat Kon found himself searching for; those memories of the dreams that he'd found himself lost in during his recovery, resurfacing the moment he felt his boots hit the ground. Listening out for it, he could hear that signature beat heightened - not irregularly, just enough to be combat territory. Seeing as darkness enveloped the Kent farm, it made sense that Robin would be on patrol. Without thinking, he flew up into the darkness and honed in on that heartbeat - soaring to the other man's destination within seconds - just on time to catch a spray of bullets meant for the other man with his telekinesis. Their metal casings dropped to the ground, when Superboy stepped in front of Robin's current target, his back to the adversary as he looked at the other man in the whites of his domino mask and asked far too casually, "Hey Boy Blunder! Miss me? Caus, I'm sure glad that missed you." Kon teased, completely ignorant of how his sudden reappearance could be a shock to the other. It'd only been a few hours right?

[slyakoch-undead-tavern]

there she is - the girl from my pfp, the death preacher, tirisfal's scary rumor....and her bestie Taburetka. Lore under the cut!

Taburetka - rogue, who died after falling off the stool while trying to end herself, and Kor' is a local horror story, weird girl haunting Tirisfal forests and preaching her "philosophy of death".

Taburetka was even more depressed about being resurrected and undead than she was in life. By coincidence, she met Kor' , who with her speeches about "death is more cooler than life, the afterlife is a true higher and righter state than life", kinda helped her to accept her new after-life, or at least to look at it differently-in a favorable positive way....

[lastoneout]

Ya know when people told me "when you're finally safe enough that you can leave survival mode and start to let go of and process your c-ptsd/trauma things are probably going to get really, really bad before they slowly start to get better" I thought that was reasonable. I did not understand that by "things are going to get bad" they meant "you're going to find yourself in the worst mental state of your entire life, but dw, that means it's working" and tbh I simply wish someone had been more clear.

Edit: If everyone could please take a minute and think about what it must feel like to be struggling and then have multiple strangers say to your face that they find the prospect of going through what you're going through so horrifying that they'd rather kill themselves and then stop leaving comments like that I would greatly appreciate it.

[ozzybutweirdthistime]

hellooooooo guess who got into mouthwashing

[gh0sdae]

On how they still think curly tried to commit with the crash:

[lucielxbe]

after nextgen: some thoughts. cw: mentions of suicide.

( from: Aniki ) > remember to take care of yourself, ruru. i’m sorry i couldn’t spend more time with you. > you can come back anytime when you’re free, alright? > aniki will be waiting. >ᴗ<

( to: Aniki ) > Thank you, I will keep it in mind. > Safe flight. (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

luciel tosses his phone to the other side of the bed. it’s been a while since he has felt this comfortable in his bed without needing to think about going to practice in the early morning the next day. he’s gotten a contract, so eventually he has to think about it again. for now, he takes it easy. he’s expected better from himself on nextgen, but this was good enough for someone who never once thought of entering the music industry that wasn’t classical.

he built and refined skills, even making friends through the program. most of all, maybe becoming a performer is something he could do? a dream he could chase after with passion? such a feeling feels so… foreign. strange and unbelievable. is this a taste of normalcy?

the boy wraps his blankets around himself. his room isn’t cold, but no matter how much he cocoons himself with the warm blankets, it still feels cold. the fire from earlier has started dimming down; those moments of being on stage blinded by the lights and deafened by the audience’s roars — they dissipated, leaving nothing behind for the frosty void.

he isn’t sure. he’s never sure, and he doesn’t wants to know. since a long time ago, he’s been standing in front of the line he can’t cross.

the other side is dazzlingly bright, it’s a place where flowers could grow magnificently under the light of the sun. without the sun, they’ll wilt in darkness. there’s some plants that could live in the darkness on another hand, where exposure to the light would kill them. regardless of how much they try to feel that warmth though, it’ll only bring them devastation.

in the end all they can do is dream about it, enough to pretend they’re light in itself. just like how the moon doesn’t shines on its own and reflects the sun.

luciel — a name he picked only because he thought it was pretty as a child. somewhere down the road, he came to realise the irony of it all. maybe god laughed when the child dared to pretend to be the light.

leaving the room, luciel drags the blanket wrapped around him to the living room as he settles down on the sofa while he leaves his phone next to him. luciel doesn’t bother turning on the lights as he rests his head against the sofa pillow that’s clearly not meant to be slept on.

he glances at his phone again.

( no older notifications )

another minute.

( no older notifications )

another hour.

( no older notifications )

even a scolding would’ve been nice. faces full of disapproval and disappointment with fingers pointed at him, shouting at him that he was the greatest mistake his parents ever made — at the very least, they would be acknowledging his existence, right? even if ryeo luciel jihyun turned out to be their sin, it would show that they cared for him, right? if they looked at him even once, the adopted child would have dropped his knees for them.

but that could never happen. he doesn’t exists in their eyes. even if he took his life and slit his throat in front of them, all they would think about is how troublesome it would be to clean it up.

luciel stops looking out for the messages. instead, he clicks on someone else’s chat. his eyes linger on the profile picture for a while.

( to: Asakura Touma ) > Are you awake? ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ > Can I see you now? For a drink? We haven’t hang in a while ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ > I’m very sad, can you come comfort me, psych major-kun? ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) > If i died, would you be sad? > Would you cry for me? > You would, and that’s not a good thing.

he doesn’t clicks send and deletes everything he types. luciel doesn’t knows what compelled him to reach out for something that would burn him. his dear friend (friend?) doesn’t deserves to deal with whatever that’s going on his mind, so he leaves his phone for the night once and for all. alone with his own thoughts, hugging himself to sleep with his knees close to his chest. it’s a stupid sleeping position he can’t get rid of.

two weeks went by in a flash.

the ryeo’s never sent him the message he once craved.

[i-am-a-fish]

I'm very sorry to ask something like this, I've really been struggling with this question, and I wanted to ask the combined wisdom of the people on this site

I would like to know why you keep going, and what drives you to keep living. I know there are a lot of reasons to stay alive and enjoy life, I can think of a few that personally resonate with me, but I really want to know what your reasons are

You do not have to comment on this if that's too big of an ask, and I'm very sorry for asking something like this, I really need someone's help, I feel like I don't have much purpose

Also if I may ask, please don't post any suicidal ideation in the comments of this post, I really can't handle something like that right now

[paintedcrows]

Some Gravity Falls comics I'm working on rn!

[incognitopolls]

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[disco-asphodel]

realtalk but when i see dudes on steam or ppl on tumblr talking about how disco elysium made them feel pathetic and uncomfortable i just. i don’t know. i cannot relate to that at all. disco elysium is about an alcoholic amnesiac poet in love with a dying city who loves him back. if i had never been an alcoholic, if i had never been suicidally depressed, maybe i would think the world of disco elysium is a bleak one. but when you know what it’s like to go through that darkness and come out of it again? to fall back in love with a world that almost destroyed you? disco elysium is the most hopeful story imaginable. it sees the world for what it is and holds nothing back, none of the horror, none of the wonder, none of the love…

something about art comforting the disturbed and disturbing the comfortable i dunno

[raccoonskoodilypoopdungeon]

[sandersstudies]

People who don’t even try to shield children from adult personal or interpersonal conflict make me want to bite through a wall.

Aggressive arguing or violence in front of children, trying to make children take sides, traumadumping on children, serious negative self-talk or suicidal ideation in front of children, not explaining conflict in an age-appropriate way, etc. Biting you biting you biting you (but not in front of them).

I’m not saying never disagree and skip through a field of daisies forever but if you are about to have an uncivil disagreement with somebody dismiss yourself for grown-up time and remove yourself from the kids’ sight and hearing for the duration.

[toboldlymuppet]

broken but not destroyed

WHAT A DISAPPOINTING AND HEARTBREAKING FINALE? To have the man who was abused, mutilated, and disabled for protecting the crew, to have a suicide attempt survivor who crawled on the ground, to have someone who battled depression and alcoholism, to cement his role as the 'Ship's Unicorn" (the figurehead that protected the crew) only to reduce him as someone who "had to die" because he had no more narrative feeling, what a slap to the face. DJenkins said he didn't want to fall back into old tropes and burying your gays, but there's an elder disabled queer man you just buried for what, to absolve Ed of his abuse? Izzy died thinking he DESERVED the torture done upon him. What a disgrace. Izzy fans rallied and kickstarted a S3 renewal Campaign. And many of us are heartbroken and grieving for a show who promised kindness but only justified the abuse we've gotten the past months? We stayed and hoped better because of kindness and belonging. "This show is kind" has never rang more hollow. I'll still love and create art for him, but I don't think I can trust any other queer show again. I thought this would be different. Do you want a queer show full of kindness and found family, for all queers, the disabled and survivors and the rough around the edges ones? It's not Our Flag Means Death.

[tibbycaps]

[sp1resong]

i need to [remembers suicide jokes arent healthy] defeat the king on my own

[reddbuster]

I forget who made it but I saw a post the other day talking about how a lot of trans women come out much later in life than trans men tend to (and hence why “egg culture” tends to be mostly centred around transfemininity) and it really made me reflect on my experiences with queer spaces and how things have visibly changed as I got older. I’ve been pretty heavily involved in queer and especially trans spaces, both in-person and online, since I was a preteen. While spaces and events for people my age were much more sparse (and harder to attend while closeted) as a kid, they did exist. But one thing that always stuck out to me was the complete absence of trans girls even at events mainly aimed at trans youth. I met a good few other trans and gnc kids at these events, but all, literally every single one of these people were perisex and assigned female at birth. Not a single transfeminine person to be found. This changed as I got older. I started high school. Slowly but surely the circles I hung around in became more diverse. I met trans women. I met and befriended gay and gnc “boys” who would later come out as trans girls. Now, as a young adult, the ratio of transmasculine to transfeminine folks in my life is near equal. But even now, the demographic of trans girls in my life generally skews older than the guys. And of course this trend is very reflective of the effects of transmisogyny in general, how the media targets trans women as the scapegoat for their hatred, painting ‘trans girl’ as a shameful and deviant thing to be. It is reflective, more than anything, of how we all need to be more steadfast in our support of trans women both in our activism and in our day-to-day lives. But I also think that everyone needs to make more of an effort specifically to support young trans girls. Transfeminine kids, teenagers, even young adults. Because I have met so many women that I know for a fact would have enjoyed their teenage years so much more if someone, anyone had been there to tell them when they were young that it was alright to be trans. The first friend I ever lost to suicide as a teenager was a trans girl. And I live every day of my life with the knowledge that if I hadn’t been her one and only source of support, she probably still would have been here today. Believe me when I say that I understand the importance of respecting people’s boundaries. I do think that insisting every gnc person must be trans is a bad and counterproductive thing to do. But I’ve also seen firsthand what happens when trans girlhood is treated like it’s a downgrade, it’s very suggestion a taboo. When nobody is willing to be the one to say “hey, it’s okay if you want to be a girl”. I believe with everything I am that the life and happiness of a single trans girl is more than worth the discomfort of a million cis men. And if you disagree with that sentiment I think you either need to fix your heart, or you need to make peace with the fact that you are a thoroughly vile person and endeavour to shut your mouth about transgender issues forever.