#isolated funeral

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔑𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰 (յգՑՑ) 𝔡𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔎𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔫 𝔖. 𝔗𝔢𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔶

[eveningdawn222]

jayroy is so good to me for a lot of reasons, but one of the big ones is that they r both full of each other's triggers. it's insane how like. their traumas have the potential to directly impact each other. except they just. don't. for the most part they're just two really good bros. it's got so much potential and if dc ever got around to writing a jason story that wasn't dogshit, it could be a really good story. alas.

[good-beanswrites]

" @oboetemasuka , I've taken too much of a beating from you to stand idle any longer! It's time to bring out the big guns..." The big guns being a 200 word piece that made me cry in the middle of the night -_- This is a direct sequel to Myosotis (fic about the prisoners returning to their lives post-Milgram.) TW for referenced child death

“Ooh, I found Mahiru-san!” Yuno clicked through the woman’s social media page. She winced that most of them were couples’ photos. “It looks like she’s still at the flower shop – she posted earlier today! So, what do you think is the best way to…” she trailed off, seeing the horror on Fuuta’s face.

He was absorbed in his own phone, scrolling with a shaking hand. He’d gone entirely pale. He shook his head. His lips moved, unable to form any words. 

Yuno didn’t dare ask what he saw. She’d known right away. She reached across the table to touch his arm. 

When he finally slid the phone toward her, she only glanced at a few lines in the news article he’d clicked on – “Tragic Accident in Fukuoka,” “only days after the first loss,” “she was discovered early Thursday morning,” “officials name faulty electrical wiring,” “congregation holds private service” – before she had to turn away. 

Fuuta’s expression was numb, his eyes unfocused. 

“I told…” His voice hitched. “I told her she could come live with me. I told her we would –” 

“I know, Fuuta.”

He looked down at the screen, at the photo alongside the obituary. 

In it, she was smiling.

[autisticlee]

"good people are out there you just need to get out and find them"

cool thanks. but i'm too tired to keep ~going out and looking for them~ i'm too tired to keep trying, using up all my energy, getting super overwhelmed and burnt out after just a couple weeks of trying as hard as I can, met with other people barely trying back or not being very responsive, and needing to recover from it for a year or more each time because it overwhelms and burns me out so bad. I get nowhere no matter how hard I try, all i get is uselesss advice from people i try to befriend who dont want the responsibility of friending me. i'm tired of trying beyond my limits and causing more issues for myself. or dealing with issues I get from meeting the "wrong" people. if the "right" people exist, why can't they find me? why does it have to be only my job? i'm too tired and overwhelmed and burnt out to do it!!!!! the right people will just easily help and be there for me right? so I guess i just have to keep waiting for them for all eternity????? i'm tired of waiting. give me more than "just wait/keep trying/don't give up" because those instructions unclear and my useless attempts are very discouraging and exhausting and i'm so overwhelmed that i'm losing the ability to even socialize at a minimum at all now!!!!

if humans are meant to be social creatures and we require positive interactions with each other to stay healthy, then why do humans ostracize their own? why do some of us struggle so much and are denied any help and instead blamed? why can't I be given advice on how to live a lonely life without anyone else by my side instead of being told "one day! keep trying! you need people because it's essential to being human!" even though i've been waiting for "one day" for 25 years and could wait 25 more, or even longer? I don't know what i'm doing wrong or how to improve it so waiting is all I have. what if I wait forever?

[joleneghoul]

i heard someone be like "my brother drove across the country and never came back bc he saw the mountains and never wanted to leave" and that would so be me if i wasnt sick 24/7 i miss the mountains DEAR GOD

[fxaa]

Guess who might have covid again :)

[dracocheesecake]

In a Modern!AU Kai definitely once did a quick run to the store in nothing but sweatpants. Everyone was too intimidated to mention it or refuse him service- a man that disheveled is a man with too much on his mind.

[gumy-shark]

ive seen so much bullshit in this fandom about lizzie's permadeath and the canary curse. so lets fight this the best way possible: thinking of meta explanations that DONT make her death all about a man. please share them with me i want to talk about SECRET LIFE LIZZIE. AND HER TRAGIC FUCKING STORY

[finniestoncrane]

40 minutes left of work. i've written 2785 words of fics so far today, cna i crack the 3k mark in 40 mins? hopefully!! i'm on the fuckin ball man this is the most inspiration i've had in a while, i have six things queued up i am so far ahead of my little schedule i make plus my commissions and trades are coming out nicely

[jackalhadrurusluvr]

the pros of going to my grandmothers funeral/celebration of life tomorrow: closure or whatever. i dont really know ive only been to two funerals in my whole life and i dont fully get what im suppsed to feel and do there

the cons: i dont talk to literally anyone on my moms side of the family. i could follow my brother around but he's gonna be mostly around my mom, who i do not talk to for a thousand reasons. and my ex-neighbors who are very openly transphobic to me will be around her. and no one on her side of the family really Gets that im trans either so like it just all sucks. i will surely get emotional because y'know, and that means that i will be emotional in front of my mom, which is bad for me. all my cousins are weird around me because we were close as kids but now no one knows how to approach me because ive only gotten more awkward and more unable to verbally speak

[swordmaid]

finally gave yves her own dream guardian (since I was just using shri’iia lol) his name is wren…. they were childhood besties and I hc he’s the one who convinced her to split dye her hair 🫶

[virtualmosshroom]

I feel like a stranger to everyone. I am terrified I’m going to die unknown. I don’t even feel like I know myself. I just know that there’s an emptiness within me where support and connection and love should be

[oflgtfol]

the marble nest is firmly slotting itself into that part of me that has that sickly warm bittersweet fascination with death and dying

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

well. huh.