#tw: sensitive topic

[exodusims]

[emfandomitewrites]

That moment of crushing depression when, having thought you were finally free to reveal the truth, you discover that the world would rather put a monster on a pedestal and turn them into a saint after their death than ever let you reveal the truth so you can heal. And they expect you to be involved in maintaining the lie in perpetuity. 😵🤮

Don't mind me... I'll be off in a dark corner somewhere, arguing with myself over whether or not it matters if I continue to waste oxygen.

This world only ever seems to want to believe the monsters. 😞💔

[oliveflavouredmenace]

☆•~“Empty thoughts fill my head.”~•☆ ((Yaaayy olive angst!!))

WARNING: mentions of d3@th, $uicid@! thoughts, and other sensitive subjects.

The morning was cold and grouchy. It had rained all of last night. The water had seeped in through the leaky roof, causing a few damp spots to appear overnight. That’s not really why Olive was upset, however. I’ll let you in on a little secret..

Olive never liked themselves. Sure, there were moments where they felt proud and confident, but those quickly fade once the phrase is over. Why do you think they’re so damn loud? Though, the thoughts were definitely imprinted into their head, as well. By all kinds of people in their lives. Mother, Father, Strangers outside. Always telling them “don’t be so upset, let it roll off your back” or “relax, it’s not a big deal”. It had never been that easy for them. For as long as they could remember.

It seemed like almost everyday, they’d be pissed off, yelling at the nearest person who fucked with them. But today, however, was a bit different. The only anger that was inflicted was- well, 

Was on themselves. It wasn’t all self rage, though. A bit of insecurity and lack of actual confidence was mashed in there. Especially since- well, since their eye was sorta..

..not..working, anymore? Yeaahhh, it’s safe to say they went blind in one of their eyes. Which, actually- really fuckin’ sucked. 

Olive was balled up, hidden under their blanket. Like usual, I suppose. A couple muffled sniffles can be heard. along with a pathetically cracked voice. A couple of sad hiccups follow. It wasn’t hard to tell, Olive wasn’t accepting this fact easily.

And this certainly wasn’t helping with their self hatred problem.

They so desperately just wanted to disappear. Vanish, go missing. They didn’t wanna be here anymore. Olive hopes every day, someone would just- end their suffering. Cut their throat, suffocate them to death. Toss them off a Cliff, push them in-front of a moving car.

They wanted to die.

So, so badly.

Life has no point if the people they love and care about aren’t apart of it. Olive hadn’t heard from anyone in weeks. Did they even care about them? Or were the visits out of pity?

That’s what they started believing. No one could even care about them. They weren’t capable of having a real family. Real friends.

…they didn’t deserve it.

And Skipp. Why hadn’t he come visit? Olive couldn’t blame him, though. Who would ever find interesting in a blood- covered murderer? 

They knew they deserved this. I mean, obviously. Anyone with common sense would agree.

But-..they couldn’t help but wonder..

What would it be like if none of this would have happened..?

After a couple more minutes of pathetically weeping under a blanket, they emerged. Messy bed head hair, red puffy eyes, it was the definition of sad, really. How embarrassing.

They sniffled, using their one good eye to look down at their ends. They remembered how they were covered in blood, once. 

…sometimes, they wished it were their own.

Olive stands up. Their legs weak from all the sitting and lying down. They limp to the wall, sliding down it. Olive let their head rest against the cold brick, letting out a long and shaky sigh.

They knew they’d escape, soon.

..at least, in some sort of way.

So..all they could do was wait. Wait, wait, wait, and wait some more. Before their time had come. Sooner or later, anyway. They had a feeling mercy wasn’t in option, so..

..i guess they were waiting for death to come take them. And if they are being honest?

They didn’t hate that idea one bit.

[exodusims]

Apesar da volta ao ninho e do acolhimento, Toto não está bem. O garoto passa os dias deitado e dormindo, não conversa com ninguém, não se alimenta direito e tem que ser incentivado, até mesmo forçado a comer alguma coisa pelos seus pais. Amigos distantes são afastados e ele não demonstra nenhum pingo de melhora desse estado depressivo. Kwahu e Arlan estão extremamente preocupados com o filho, ficando em alerta de vigia com o garoto.

[exodusims]

"É mentira... MENTIRA!" Toto grita, alterado e tentando bater em Norah. "Pare de falar essas coisas!" O coração de Toto está em negação. Mentir, enganar, machucar... Toto não acredita que Norah possa ter feito todas essas coisas. - "Você tem razão! A vida é muito curta e eu vou falar para ele!" Responde Simon depois de muito pensar e se levantando de repente e assustando Valerie. - Os momentos que passaram juntos, as brincadeiras, os carinhos, os momentos acolhedores e os sentimentos, tudo não passava de uma mentira? Toto não pode aceitar, não pode acreditar. Ele foi enganado esse tempo todo? Uma onda de dor inunda o seu corpo e Toto fica entorpecido. A cabeça tonta e se apagando da realidade. Toto não percebe que Norah o agarra à força e eles entram em uma luta física. Norah, esse que está obcecado e insiste que Toto é dele e vai fazer dele seu. Simon não demora para chegar no quarto de Toto, experiente em andar escondido pelos prédios. Na porta ele chama baixinho pelo amigo, porém ouve barulhos vindo de dentro do cômodo e entra sem permissão. Fúria e náusea são as únicas coisas que Simon sente ao flagrar Norah encima de Toto. Seu corpo reage no automático. "O que você está fazendo?!" Simon pergunta em fúria enquanto prensa Norah na parede. No momento a única coisa que Simon queria fazer era quebrar a cara de Norah por inteira, mas ao ver Toto atravessando a porta e indo para sei lá onde, e transtornado como estava, Simon larga o merda no chão e vai atrás do garoto que ele gosta.

[cherrypunchcoconut]

Tw: car crash discussion

I just saw one of the worst aftermath of one of the worst crashes I've ever seen. I drew a quick sketch to show you guys how fucked up this car got (it was on a intersection btw)