#euthanasia cw

[grammarpedant]

Leonide sending the info packet right before she carks it. (Almost didn't post this one because of how genuinely morbid its origins are! Apropos, tho. Knowyourmeme page, cw death)

[mitesworld]

Behavioral euthanasia is filling your fridge with food enrichment and realizing too late that the dog who loved it is coming home in a small wooden box.

[myriadebleue]

This is a Public Service Announcement

[fictionkinfessions]

Actually okay you know what? I’m a little mad so. I’m going to rant a bit! Sorry!

Guys. Guys. Mouthwashing fandom I have a very simple request. Stop. Fucking Doing That, to me. I am being fucking baby girl-ified and that in-and-of itself is fine but. Like. Its all anyone seems to do.

Like I love cute/funny/stupid art a whole lot! It’s fun! People are having fun and that’s great, but. Like. “Omg Anya would sing lullabyes for him if he had a nightmare” or fucking whatever? Stop it. I was like. 20, not 9. Do you treat actual 20 year olds like that? If you encountered a 20 year old in the wild who behaved/acted/appeared similar to me, would you think about them like that? Probably the fuck not! I was an adult, guys, can you please stop fucking woobifying me. (There’s definitely a conversation to be had about the fact I’m an asian character, and the only one being woobified to That Extent, but I’m not in the mood to have a complex or. Nuanced conversation at the moment I’m on our phone and tired. Sorry)

Also please. Please I am praying on my hands and knees right now Can you please take me seriously. I am /begging/ you. I was in space at the actions of my mother (I Did Not Want To Be There), I had a whole fucking moment talking about it! I DIED there! And the best 90% of you can do os flandarise me into “Omg silly goofy little guy comic relief character he’s so unserious he burns water when cooking he wired something in reverse!!” STOP. IT. I SWEAR TO /GOD/!!!!!. It’s like the fucking woobifying bullshit. AND AGAIN! I love memes and shit and I love fun stuff fucking whatever! But please god I am /begging you/ to take me seriously. It’s not that hard! There’s so much fucking angst material just SITTING THERE and people have decided to Not do that and make me Silly McGee. I died, barely an adukt, in space, away from home and hungry and traumatised and /terrified/. I died there. Do you understand that. I am ITCHING for some fucking variety PLEASE!!!!! I love Among Us jokes as much as the bext guy but please!!!!!!!! God!!!!!

Also. Guys. I’m grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you like a fucking snowglobe. Stop fucking being awful to Swansea. I will /get/ you do you hear me. “Omg he killed Daisuke!!” “hes awful i hate him he killed sunshine boy :(“ You guys. I was dying anyways. You need to understand that. It’s the same logic behind putting a dog down. I just would’ve been in pain longer. There was no way in hell I would’ve lived that; we had no medical supplies, no disinfectant. Nothing. You know what Swansea did? The thing you’re all so disgusted by? He spared me from being in horrific pain for the next however long. However long Jimmy could fumble about keeping me alive. However long he’d want me to be alive. You’d rather I, your “favourite silly little sunshine boy”, die slowly, and painfully, on the floor of a crashed ship for what could have been /hours/ of agony, than have me killed quickly. You’d rather that.

Swansea; you know this. You’re a lot smarter than me, but: you did the right thing, in that situation. There was nothing to do, and it would’ve been immoral to try. Thanks. For a lot of things, really.

-Daisuke , Fictive (#sharkfeed). Sorry for the fucking. Essay, lol. Also yeah guys wowwww! “Sunshine boy” can SWEAR!!!! Wild!!! /sarc

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[hazard-and-friends]

client dog i helped euthanize has appeared in my dreams 3 times since then. i love you too buddy, we did absolutely everything we could for you. it wasn't enough. you were doomed from the start. be at peace now.

[roundearthsociety]

Legitimately actively scared of the rhetoric I'm seeing, even in leftist spaces, about disabled people. Whether it's about covid precautions, about euthanasia, or in general really.

Just straight up a globalized culture of death. If we don't do anything, we're cooked.

[goodfish-bowl]

A Mercy

Ectoberhaunt Day 6: Freeze

AO3 Link

Summary: "You're actually going to tell them this time?" "Yeah, Jazz. No backing out this time. Is everything all laid out? Have Sam and Tucker briefed you on the 'if my parent's decide to dissect me' plan?" "Of course. I even helped improve it." "Okay, are you ready?" "As I'll ever be. Let's get to it, then."Unfortunately, the plan was of no help whatsoever. 

Warnings: Character Death, Euthanasia, Heavy Angst

Words: 1454

Notes: You know... I’ve been really mean to the boy. Now I’m being horrid to both of them. Also not joking about the warnings for this one. It takes a certain type of angst to make my stomach hurt while reading/writing.

@ectoberhaunt

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Out of all the situations Jazz had imagined Danny’s revealing going, this one made the blood in her veins turn to ice and freeze in place on the top of the stairs down to the lab. There was nothing she could do, not at this point. He’d only been left alone with their parents for a few hours, a safe amount of time. If the worst case scenario happened, her parents wouldn’t have enough time to get too far into a vivisection of her brother. Jazz would be able to get him out of that. This, though, there was nothing she could do.

Danny was already gone. 

It was a mercy, her parents told her, finding her at the top of the stairs, staring down at her brother’s corpse. A mercy. He must’ve been suffering, living as a ghost, always hurt and struggling. It was better this way, better for their baby boy to finally get some rest, since it seemed like he hadn’t since he became one. They would mourn him properly, give him a good burial, like he deserved, especially after continuing on for so long, not only as Danny Fenton, but for his deeds as Phantom as well. It couldn’t have been easy. And because they loved him, they had to do this. It was the only thing they could do.  

Danny was dead, lying on a table in the lab, human, not a hair out of place. He looked like he would wake up any minute. He already slept like the dead, barely breathing in human form. But every subtle movement he would normally make was gone, no twitch of the eye-lids or mummer.

Jazz left the house soon after, having said not a word to her parents. She packed her things, sent a message to Sam and Tucker, warning them not to stop by, then left. She made her way to the park, before pulling out her phone, ignoring the messages from her brother’s best friends, and dialed a number she hadn’t bothered with in a long while. He answered after a few rings.

“Hey, darling. Wasn’t expecting to hear from you ever again.”

“Johnny, I need you to come pick me up.”

“Oh? And the brat won’t mind?” Jazz froze up again at the mention of her brother, thinking of him down in the lab.

“No. He won’t.”

“Then I’ll be there in a few.”

The line went silent as Jazz hung up and waited. She skimmed over the texts from Sam and Tucker. They were asking how the reveal went if they needed to be ready to send Danny off somewhere safe. Sam already had the bag and account ready. They wanted to know when and where to meet up. Jazz sent a quick text, that none of those things would be needed, and to get rid of them. She didn’t give any sort of explanation why.

Jazz scrolled through her contacts and rang Mr. Lancer’s personal phone number. He answered after only a single ring.

“Ms. Fenton, how can I help you? Is this about the group study session you have planned for next Thursday?”

“No, Mr. Lancer. I’m calling to talk about Danny.”

“Ah… I honestly expected to have this call with your parents eventually, but I’ve never been able to reach them. So, yes, Danny has been struggling academically and his attendance is nearly record breaking for Casper, but I have a feeling that’s not what you wanted to talk about?”

“No. Danny won’t be attending Casper High anymore. He’s going to need to be unenrolled.”

“Wait… what?”

“I’ll have all the proper paperwork sent to the school by Tuesday morning. I also won’t be in attendance, so I’d like to apply for early graduation if that’s possible.”

“I don’t… something’s happened with Danny, hasn’t it?”

Jazz took a deep breath in. “Yes. I’m sure it will become public knowledge shortly. But… as the teacher who really seemed to care about him, I appreciate everything you’ve done and tried with him. It really made a difference, even if it didn’t seem like it.”

The line on the other side was silent for a minute, and she thought she could hear the familiar English teacher curse in the book title Beloved faintly in the background. “Very well, Ms. Fenton. I’ll… I’ll stay in touch if you need anything.”

“Thank you, Mr. Lancer. Have a good evening.”

“Stay safe, Jasmine.”

The line went dead.

A portal ripped open not too far from where Jazz stood, and a familiar motorcycle sped out it, circling her before coming to a quick halt. Johnny looked at her curiously, and Shadow prodded at her feet. Without a word, Jazz jumped onto the motorcycle, wrapping her hand around Johnny for security. Her throat tightened at the comfort, and her eyes stung. It was an ongoing fight to keep her face blank.

“Hey, princess, you know I have a girlfriend, right?” Johnny joked.

“Yeah.”

Johnny huffed out a laugh. “So where to?”

“Somewhere in the Zone. A good meeting place would work best.”

Johnny’s eyebrows shot up. “Really? Are you sure?”

Shadow stopped swirling under the bike and prodded at her again, a frown on it’s dark face. It made eye contact with Johnny, communicating something in a way she couldn’t understand. Johnny’s smile faded, and he sent her a look of concern.

“Jazz, are you okay?” He asked softly, full of concern.

“No, but we need to go before my parents show up.”

Johnny sighed but relented all the same. The motorcycle roared to life and another portal opened up in their path. The transition from the realm of the living to the Ghost Zone was jarring, especially out of the safety of the Specter Speeder. But Jazz couldn’t find it in herself to care about what being exposed in the Zone could do to her. She had more important things to worry about.

Johnny didn’t say a word to her the entire trip, but Shadow kept checking up on her, Jazz appreciated the sentiment, but really wished Shadow would stop. Keeping her cool was already hard enough.

The meeting place Johnny picked was a bar, once that seemed to be closed, or at least unoccupied, at the moment. He parked his bike on the small patch of land in front before helping her get off. She took his hand and followed him inside.

Kitty was sitting in a booth by herself, a sour look on her face. She snapped to Johnny the second he walked in but froze upon spotting her. It looked like she was getting ready to yell, but Shadow sped over and told her something that defused her anger. Kitty backed down immediately and sent her a curious look.

Jazz took a seat at a table in the middle of the room. “How soon can the others get here?”

“Others?” Kitty asked.

“Jazz wanted me to contact all the regulars to Amity Park. Something happened. Probably something bad. I’m going to have Shadow go out and collect them.”

Kitty’s face pinched with concern, before she walked over to the bar top. There was a ghost that looked reminiscent of an ectopuss tending the counter, cleaning multiple glasses at once. She spoke to it and then walked back with a glass of water.

“Here, it’s safe for human consumption,” Kitty offered, and Jazz accepted it gratefully. She wondered if it would be better if they’d actually handed her something alcoholic.

“Do you want to tell us what happened, and we can explain it to the others? Not to sound mean, but you look horrible, Jazz,” Johnny asked.

Jazz took a deep breath. “Yeah… they’re more likely to listen to you than me anyways. I’m also not sure if I could actually handle telling a large group. This wasn’t really part of the plan.”

“What plan?” Kitty inquired.

“For when Danny came out to our parents.”

“Oh… I’m guessing it went south?” Johnny guessed.

Jazz curled into herself and around her glass of water.  

“It was too late when I got back. We’d been so sure of what the worst-case scenario was, that we didn’t even consider this… They called it a mercy, of all things. We were prepared for if they tried to attack him, or even dissect him, but they didn’t even hurt him. Hell, it looked like he was sleeping.”

Jazz’s eyes welled with tears that she could no longer hold back. “He’s gone, Johnny. They put him down, like some sort of injured animal. He didn’t even have a chance to plead his case. He was dead when I got back, and he’s not coming back this time.”

[tooies]

in unanimous vote, government has approved new euthanasia program for citizens with "negative soul energy"