#stopitplease

[iamzimandnormal]

>:3 AAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAAH

STOPT TITS TSTOPT IT STOTP BOOPING ZIM STOP IST STOPPP

[alex-the-bard]

FUCKING KILL YOURSELF. EVERYONE HATES YOU. YOU WILL NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING. KILL. YOURSELF. FUCK YOU FAGGOT WHORE.

STOPITPLEASE

[jail-b1rd]

Crane wanted to cover his ears, he hadn't felt this hopeless since he was a kid, he tried to get out of his restraints, "he doesn't deserve this... stopItplease leave him alone-!"

"Jonathan, visiting hours are over. It's time to start your treatment. You going to make this easy for me?" She walks into his cell, holding a sedative in her hand just in case.

@arkhams-top-doctor

"Get. Away."

[go-erika-bost-world]

No! Ma figurati!... Non siamo mica stufi di questa situazione... Non vediamo tutti l'ora di proseguire con queste restrizione anche per Aprile e oltre!... #staystrong #stopitplease #moodoftheday #coffeeonthego #coffeevibes #coffeetime https://www.instagram.com/p/CM4QsZcphFP/?igshid=umirw9hvtj3c

[whathefuckingever]

me when reiner was talking shit about the others

[sets-yu-gurl]

Iiiiiiiiii'm getting sick of this...

These are all porn bots that I blocked in the course of two days.

@staff are you actually trying?

[bangtanvirus13]

♠✨♠

[maymay-bandaids-blog]

Please

S t op

[beykhabarr]

You know what I don’t like? When people make offensive and demeaning 'jokes' and then when they are called out they hit back with 'I was only joking, you’re way too sensitive or good ol' you got no chill" Like I am the one who is supposed to be okay with my insecurities being made fun on in public? Lol no sir.

#stopitplease #bodyshamingisnotfunny #imsad

[confessionsofasparrow]

The face I make when one more person brings sweets to the office #nosabotage #notgoingtoeatit #stopitplease #nomore #allergictosweets 😹

[letmefinallybe]

Leaving.

Some sort of familiarity with this word is so frightening yet so so settling. 

Ive grown up leaving. Every year in school was always me being the new kid, me trying to find my crowd, me finally letting people in and then me leaving.

It was like everything was constantly temporary.

best friends. lovers. family. neighbors. always leaving. 

has it made me stronger?

Or has it made me latch on to things so much because I know they all leave in the end? 

[ask-the-giant-septic-egos]

I-i-its for his a-a- anxiety y- you p-prick!! G-G-GIVE IT BACK!!!!

(I can safely say, Anti is going to be a fucking dick for this portion of the event)

Anti looked down at them for a moment before his grin got larger, he immediately put the cloth in his mouth and began tearing at it, which made Eric shriek out and try to squirm his way out from the giant’s grasp “STOP! STOPITPLEASE! TH...THAT....THAT WAS...” He couldn’t form proper sentences at this point, he broke down, he was now only crying and sobbing

[jajna]

Kodas mom, your being a disaster for your kids. Please stop it. Koda is crumbling with nerves and demons. FOr you own good stopitplease

mom... plz, stop....

[theirmercy-a]

darkness is the first thing he sees, the only thing he can name in that moment. there’s nothing else, nothing to see nor touch-- he feels like floating, lost in a blur of unrecognized feelings and darkness.

it’s dark, too dark already, and somehow it seems the darkness keeps growing bigger and bigger, darker and darker and it’s just impossible, isn’t it. something... something is wrong wrong wrong. it’s terrifying, and he’s scared. that one is easy to identify amongst everything else going on within him. fear feels like an old friend. it’s familiar, and he just clings to it and he doesn’t let go. he allows it to consume him inch by inch because it’s easier.

the pain strikes next, louder and deeper than the fear. it’s raw, consuming, burning and twisting him from the inside out. he screams, calls out for help, for someone to just make it stop but his voice is gone. instead there are others around, hushed whispers and desperate words cutting through the darkness every now and then, coming from faces he can’t see.

                                h̷̜̺̣̰͙̟͐͛͗ͥ̏̓̑p̧̠̫̞̗͉̌̌̏̌̎̈́̋͑                  ☟☜ 👍✌☠🕯❄ 👎✋☜       l̡̩̻̹̤̙͈̺̜̩͋͐̃͂ͪ͟o͚̗͓̳ͪͮͮ̔̈́̒͂ͪ̚̕s͔͋ͩ̽ͤ̊ͤ̂́i̱̓ͭ̀͟͞ņ̳͉͎̳̫͕̹̗̪̂ͪ̂͂͑̏g̦̲͙̹̯̦̦ͪ͆̏̔̉̕̕ ̨̼̳͕͖̮̠ͥ́͆͠s̨̈ͤ̈̚͜҉͎̩̮̠̰̮͍ͅư̸̢̘͈̎ͭ̅͑ͥ��̲͍͙͈b̴͔͍͔̫͙̀ͥ̊ͬͅj̣̬͕ͦ͊̇e̒̐̆̓͋͗͢͏̙̬̙̰̹ć̛̲̳̒ͫͬt̺̮̱͖͈͇ͭ̆́͢͝                                       ͈̭͓̼̖͓̣̏̓͢f̵͔͖̩̔̐ͣ̄a̛̜̠͛ͤ͞l̢̀ͣ͆͑͌ͮ͂ͮ҉̰̻̩̣͉̱͢l̡̪̥̠̮͂͂̄ͪ̉̽͘i̙̱̱̇ͤ̎̽͐ͦ̉͊̕n̠̗̣͔̞̹̥̾͠g͛̋̐͏̧͉̬͚                     ͫͯ̒͡͏̻̫̠͉͎̳͔h͎̞ͪͫẻ̋͆ͩ̂ͦ̚͏̩͚̥͚͍'̵̯͇̯̘̘̿̉͊s̨̤̖̦͓͓ͤ̉ͪ̓̊̽̇ͥ̿ͅ ̷̵̟̥̥̰̟̰̞͈̊̓ͭ͆u̟̙̗ͩͤ͑ͨͥͯ̀n̝̟̞͈̠̺͚̬ͤ͑͒̐ͯș̴̟̠̻͎͚̳͚̑͘ẗ̴̤̭̠͕͒ͬͭ̃́̚ȃ̆ͪͣ͆ͧ̓̽͏̱͔̟̳ͅb̢̰̹̺̗̗͈̮͖̓̄͂l̛͍̱̝̭͔̈͂͒͊ͨͅė̱̟̙̩͙̇̅̐ͣͧ̚                                                         😐☜☜🏱 ☝⚐✋☠☝           stopitplease  n̟͉̮̖͌͋̍̚̕͟o̼͖̫̗̳͕͎̝̬ͪ̽͒͗́̾͜t̳͔̣̖̱̦̎̊ͣͤ͗̇͋̑͌͞͞h̨̢͍̓̌͒ͩ̋͝ĩ҉̘n̨̧͍̖̪̯͓͎̥͂̉͜ḡ͔̪̃̓̍͛           🕈☜ ☠☜☜👎 💣⚐☼☜ 🏱❄             ṫ̮̰͉͓̾̈ö͖͍̭͇͈o̫̺̤̳̐̐ͤ͗̃ ͓͎͈̣̐̃̌w̼͍̙̳͇̣͆̅̈́̿͆ͅe͕̊ͤả̐̽ͩ̈́̓ͤk͓̬̀́ͧͩ́ͯ          ̭̬͓ͧ̏̾̍ͮ̿̆̚̕͟w̶͓̹̻͕͂͒ͩͫ̀̋̆̂̚͠ḙ̛̩̭͚̹͍̦̎̓̅ͫͪ ̧̣̝̖̺̮ͫͮͪ̍͋͑̽c̴̙̜̜̼̲ͧ͝͞ͅa̓͒ͥ̔ͮ͏͈̦̟̱̘͢n̿ͧͥ͏̞̻ ͇̮͇̟̟̹̞̬̜̉͊ͧ͟d̵̲̥̞̥̮̩̟̩̒ͦ͊͒͋͒͢o̠̬̯̔ͥ̀̾̔͘͢     pleasemakeitstop g̷̶̻͔͉̘̳̬̔̃̊̄͋̔̎̅͢͠͞o̴̯̪͍̖̻̓̋͊̽ͤ͊ͥͣ͋̊͠n̑͌̉̀͏̡̛̰̭̟͇͢e̮͓͈̙͓͖̰̯̠ͨ̍̐̃̎ͧͨͤ̈̌̑̎ͨ̚͟͠͝r̃̂ͥͪ̚͏̴̞͖̝̖̼͙͕̪̞̗̰̼̭̩̯͙̹̕͟                                           ̳͂ͨ̀ͮp̭̫̻̫ͨ͛̊͊̊͒̒r͑o͎͙̣̮͓͔j̪͈̦͔̜ͧͅͅe͕̙̤͋͆̿̚ͅc̙͐t̮̙̱̹̰ͬ̑̋ͣ̈̊̐                   ✡⚐🕆 👍✌☠ 👎⚐ ✋❄                                                       ̫̙̜͕̮͈̀ͯͤ͗̓̽ͅc͎̈́ͮ͊̅͗o̳̮ͦm̺̙͉p̬r̓ͮͭ̅͊̚ͅo͕̫̯͇̽ͬ̌̈́m͇i͈͚͍̩͖͓̭s̒e̪͎̙̟͚̤͓̓d͙͙̥ͣ͐͆̆͑̎

his attention finally, finally shifts at something else for a blessed second, pain and never-ending confusion all but forgotten when he feels something shattering within him, and he feels like his very soul simply ceased to exist for a long, dreadful second. no more voices, no more broken whispers or ghost-like, too-soft-to-be-real touches. it’s just him and the darkness again. it’s disturbing, and he’s all alone and he hates it. he dreads it.

drip                                     something’s dripping             w͍̠͕͎̹̪̭ͧ̽̆ą̸͚̼̤̝̝̗͔̈ͬ͌͛r̍̆̽҉̵̯͝m̢̨̺̳̎̽̅͌̆     drip                                 running down his face                      b̻̬͍͕̿́̂̍͂͢r̸̠̝͔̄̐̌ͬͦ̅͟o̺̼͇̖̼̩̹͊ͯͧ͒ͅḱ̎̋́҉̻̩̖̠̘̕e̪̹͚̖̭̜͔͚ͬͭ̅̆̒̌͝nͪ̽̀͏̢̛̺̮         drip                     behind and from his eyesockets                               t̢͕̠̍͐̂̎ͦ͆͝ō͖̣̦̹͗̇ͣ́o̰̳͚͉̻̣͛ͪ͛ͧ̀́̕̕ ̳͕̮̝̦̘͉̺̒̐̀́l̜̍̒̚͜a̴̩̘͂̉ͤ͌͗͒ͬ́t̩͇̱͔̗̆̾̓͜e̯̲̺̒̀̕͢

and then the pain comes back in a jolt, without a warning. it simply hits him deeper than ever and it keeps pushing, ripping him apart, intensifying more and more and more until his world is nothing but a sea of unbearable, maddening pain and he can’t take it anymore he can’t pleªsejustmªkeitstopsomeºnehelpmepleªseplease!!

an explosion torns his world apart, rips the threads of the darkness and he finds himself jolting awake, irrational fear still clinging to his soul as if to keep it together and safe, to keep it from falling apart like it’s just happened not a second ago. the pain vanishes in a beat of his figurative heart (that’d be pounding out of his chest if he’s got one, that’s for sure), but the sensation of it is still there--marring his very being like an ugly scar that’s never healed and never will.

when he comes back to his senses, a giant hole in his room is what greets him--that, and a blaster quietly floating too close, its cold snout touching his sweaty cheek like it’s trying to hide what he’s just done and maybe to offer him some kind of comfort he can’t accept right now. he doesn’t talk when papyrus comes in to check on the mess, nor when his little brother takes him into his too long arms and stays with him for what seems to be hours.

he just sits there and cries quietly into papyrus’ scarf-- but it doesn’t help. it never helps, it never will.

he can’t do this anymore. he can’t.

[endless-tranquility]

https://soundcloud.com/stopitplease/luv-u

[galaxygal618]

'Hair flowing like a milk chocolate river, heart tied to mine, everything I love about you is simply divine...' I love it, William~

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