#dead relative

[evergreen-fangs]

dni if you smell like shit and think it’s okay to bring up a dead relative in online arguments

[some-mari-thoughts]

Ok I have a less depressing AU idea. Omori, but Sunny and Mari's dad fucking died on the night of the recital, So no Pizza here.

Dear Anon, I guess you have not lost a parent???? I'm glad tbh may it stay that way a lot longer

Losing a parent is incredibly heavy and stressful, no matter how bad or good they are. And up til that day, all we can guess is that the dad was decent/strict, or at least perceived as though by the kids. Sunny only mostly erases him from memory LATER, when he saw him at his worst. We get 3 bits of info abt him, 1 is appearance on photo, one in black space, one from Photo Album overall.

... do you imagine what it'd be like, if they lost a parent in the middle of already being exhausted and stressed out, Sunny being ready to risk love of his whole family (as he likely thought) in that day?

Anyway I can guess that you didn't expect me to this seriously at all, so I'm gonna give u the 2 kids who experienced consequences of his actions in full and started to heal.

[rae-is-typing]

Denial

@rororo06 requested: Can you do an avengers cast x reader where a loved one of hers dies and they go over and find her drinking and grieving (not sobbing more like in denial)

Description: Your brother dies and the cast finds you drinking.

Characters: Reader, Scarlett Johansson, Chris Evans, Robert Downey Jr.

Warnings: Drinking, death of a relative

Word count: ~900

Sitting in your trailer has never been your favorite way to pass the time. You love your costars, and you want to be around them all the time. But it didn't seem appropriate to get shitfaced in front of them. Especially because of why you’re drinking. You weren’t necessarily ashamed drinking in front of people, you’ve never really done it before, but this is personal. Too personal. 

So you're stuck in the trailer, staring at a blank wall where all the pictures of you and your brother had hung proudly. You ripped them off moments prior in a sudden burst of rage because it's not fair. It's not fair that he's not with you. It's not fair that he's gone, and you're not. It's not fair that you weren't with him when it happened. 

Shattered glass lays at your feet, the burning of alcohol lingers for moments in your throat, and your head is beginning to swim. The cold weight of your phone on your leg serves as a very unpleasant reminder of why you’re alone in the first place. It’s how you found out, it’s why you’re numb, and why you went out to buy more alcohol than you could safely consume.

You don't know when or why you opened Twitter; you don't care. It doesn't matter. Nothing fucking matters. But it does. The whole world knows that your baby brother is dead because his idiot friend got high and drunk off his ass, and took him for a joyride. And now he's gone. You take another drink from the bottle of white wine you had. It was a gift for your twenty-first that had been a couple days ago, and it's absolutely perfect for you right now. ______________________________ 

Robert doesn't hang out on social media very often. He prefers face-to-face conversation, but he knows something is off when Twitter is going mad, and the little amount of notifications he usually got skyrocketed. 

Breaking News: Y/B/N Y/L/N Killed in Car Accident 

Robert's heart sinks. He just got off set with Chris and Scarlett, it’s almost nine in the evening, and the worst news he’s seen this month. 

"Oh no," He says, frowning deeply. 

"What's up?" Chris asked, grin turning to a look of concern. 

"Y/B/N is dead." He says, looking Chris in the eyes. 

"Y/B/N as in Y/B/N Y/L/N?" Scarlett asked, shocked. Robert nods solemnly. 

"We need to check on Y/N. She can't be doing well," Scarlett says, turning to walk to the group of trailers. 

The small group hurries to your trailer, concern only growing when seeing the door slightly open. It's completely silent, the lights are off, and the sharp smell of alcohol is wafting through the air. Robert's heart as he walks through the trailer. 

Everything is as it usually is; the small living area is clean with a couple of jackets and pairs of shoes scattered by the couch. His heart drops further when they get to the little office area. You're sitting on the office chair, cheap bottle of bourbon open and in hand, staring at a wall surrounded by shattered glass.

"He's dead." Your voice is empty. He barely hears it himself, but takes it as an acknowledgment of the three of them. You take a swig of alcohol. 

Chris moves first, taking the bottle from your hands and stepping back. You turn the chair, reaching to take the bottle back. 

"Let's talk about this, Y/N."

"Let's not," you slur, extending your arm, and gesturing for him to give the bottle back. 

"Y/N, honey. This isn't the way to deal with this. You just turned 21, drinking this much is not good for you."

"That didn't stop you." You snap, sitting back in the chair with a huff when you give up on the bottle. Robert pushes down his initial hurt. Your only remaining family member is dead, you're hurt, you don't mean it.

Scarlett left the room, returning a minute later with a cold bottle of water. She goes to you, and places a hand on your shoulder. "Here, honey, drink this. You'll feel better."

You shake your head, then double over. Chris reacts quickly, grabbing the garbage can by the desk. You rip it from his hands, vomiting into it. Scarlett holds your hair back, and Robert walks over, and begins to rub your back. 

"Let it all out, Y.N. You'll be fine."

Chris's face falls. He looks down at you with tremendous sadness in his eyes. Robert feels the same way he does. No one should have to go through this, but life is life. And life can be a total bitch sometimes. 

The four of them stay like that for some time. Robert keeps running your back after you put the garbage can down. Scarlett coaxes you through the bottle of water. Chris grabbed a cloth for your face.

"C'mon, kid. Let's get you to bed." Robert said finally. It's late, you're drunk, and you need to sleep.”

Thankfully, you don’t put up much of a fight. Chris and Robert lead you to your bed. You lay down, burrow under the covers, and pull the blanket over your head.

“Chris, go find some ibuprofen. She’s gonna have one hell of a hangover,” Robert orders, not unkindly. He thinks back to his youth, and the way he coped with things when he was younger. He can only hope to God that you don’t go down that path.

Chris comes back with another bottle of water and a small pill bottle. He sets them on the nightstand. 

“I’ll stay with her,” Scarlett says, sitting on the bed.

“Okay. Let us know how she is in the morning.” Robert sighs, running a hand over his face. “I will.”

With that, Chris and Robert leave.

[inadarkdarkroom]

Something Else Controls Me

My whole life I’ve had otherworldly experiences, in some sense I feel like I’m a kind of magnet for it. Non-believers that I have dated usually end up seeing things. I’ve come to realize that mostly the things I’ve experienced are completely harmless, and there isn’t a whole lot that actually freaks me out or scares me anymore. There have been a few times however, that I have experienced complete not ok-ness and abject terror. Here are two –

This first story isn’t all that scary, but it still makes me uncomfortable to think about. I’ve actually never told anyone about it, outside of the other person involved, for fear of judgment or accusation that I’m nuts.

I was with my then girlfriend and we were drunk and a little high, and had just had sex, so we were still completely naked. That detail makes this story that much more uncomfortable. Suddenly I feel my body go stiff and lose some degree of control, almost like a waking sleep paralysis. I try to fight it, I’m completely confused about what if happening. The only way I can explain the feeling that came next is that there was a voice behind my brain, and it started trying to use my mouth to talk. I’m not exactly scared, mostly confused, I start to almost feel like I’m floating, looking down on myself as something else controls me. I start babbling to my girlfriend about strawberries and some other weird shit that I don’t remember. She turns white. “It’s me” I hear myself say. She is on the verge of tears at this point. And suddenly I realize, I don’t know how, but I am channeling her dead sister. Yup.

I don’t remember most of it after that, but apparently they had a conversation and I recounted some shit that I had no business knowing, that only the two of them knew. From what I can piece together of what I remember and what she told me, It was basically a, it’s time for me to move on, please also move on and be happy kind thing. Don’t know why she couldn’t have just reached out in a dream, or at least when I was clothed. I had never before channeled anything and have not done so since. It was incredibly uncomfortable and I would prefer to never do it again.

Story number two –

A different girlfriend and I were staying at a friend’s cabin in the woods. This cabin was very much in the middle of nowhere, on the side of a mountain, and had no cell service. The place made me a little uncomfortable, which normally means there is some weird shit going on. I ignored it because I’m kind of scared of the woods, I live in a city, and didn’t particularly feel like dealing with it. In the middle of the night I wake up, surrounded in black, the middle of nowhere has no street lights. I lay still waiting for the room to come in to focus. After a while I can see the outline of the furniture and the window. I’ve only experienced sleep paralysis a few times, but this didn’t really feel like that. It felt more like I was too terrified to move. I wonder if I should wake my girlfriend up, I finally swallow some of the fear and move my hand, it felt like I was moving through molasses. Movement made the fear worse though, and I froze. There was a man, somewhere, looking for me. I knew that he was outside, I knew that he was just outside the window that I was staring at. And then he was in the corner of the room. He couldn’t see me, he was still looking, he had no eyes. I couldn’t move, if I moved he would find me. I knew that he meant me harm and that there was something much darker attached to him. If I let him find me the dark thing would also find me. He walked slowly by the bed, with me in it, and through the wall next to me. As he did a darkness washed over me, it was cold, it was absolutely terrifying. I was so scared I could barley breath. The dark seemed to follow the man out of the room. I somehow knew that they were moving through the cabin and then eventually beyond it and into the woods. The fear remained. Eventually I couldn’t sense them anymore and the feeling broke. The crickets started up outside, I realized that there had been absolute silence up until that point. I think Ok… that was weird and terrifying and try to fall back to sleep.

A month or so later I’m out drinking with a friend and she convinces me that we should go to a fortuneteller and get our cards read, ok fine. Most of what the lady tells me is crap, especially considering I’m gay and she keeps trying to insinuate that there is some guy I will have a romantic thing with in the near future (I did not). Near the end though, she looks a little puzzled, looks me in the eye and says, there is a man, he was looking for you, he meant you harm. You should watch out for him.

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[qupritsuvwix]

Man Shot Dead While Entering Family Member's Booby-Trapped Home: Police

Jordan Dove, 34, was found with gunshot wound after police responded to reports of a shooting at a house in Saint Matthews, South Carolina,

[edenobviously]

Lately been having a lot of odd incidents around the house stuff falling off shelves when very solidly on them or things in the middle of cabinets coming flying off I'm just going to take this as being haunted. Not so much scared of ghosts as being judged by some unseen visitor

[qupritsuvwix]

Amazon's Alexa could soon speak in a dead relative's voice, making some feel uneasy

Amazon's voice-cloning technology still under development raises concerns among those who study ethics in artificial intelligence.

Is it OK to do this without the deceased person’s consent? Wrong question, asshole.

[theendoftheera]

I wasn’t there for my grandfather near the end of his life nor was i present for his funeral and it’s because of my hatred, my grudge for my exfather. Damn him again and his essence attached to my psyche and mind that i cant slough. Not yet. Maybe not until he’s dead.