#tw-death

[theghostofloganroy]

Tomorrow 7th April 2021 will be one year since my Dad died. I don’t know what to feel about this. Even though it’s been a whole year it still seems surreal to me that I’m never going to see him again, talk to him. I had so much in common with him that I could info-dump on him about any historical topic and he wouldn’t get bored nor would it go over his head, he’d understand and engage with me. There’s so much I want to say to him still and living with the knowledge I never got to hurts and that’s a pain that won’t go away. 

[insanelymadd]

Sarah Williams // Storm

Heroes (2/8)

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It shouldn’t have happened (Story of her life) She was too young (All of them were)

She was nine And the lightning struck (Scars trailing down her back) (An eye permanently gold) (A storm in her veins)

She was ten And her sister ran away (”May we meet again”) (They held a funeral) (It was like she never existed)

She was fourteen And she decided to be a hero (A reckless choice) (Bruises and broken bones) (She couldn’t stop)

She was fifteen And her sister came back (An arm and mind of metal) (A fight) (A memory burned into both minds)

She was eighteen And she was driven from her home (Called a monster) (Called a freak) (Called a hero)

She was twenty-six And she was killed by an old friend (She had killed a god) (But the gods never leave) (A blade through the chest for them both)

(She was too young) They all were

-F.F.

[infernalchristian]

It didn’t feel like time was on his side. The vampire stared at the corpse he had laid to rest in a grave dug out in the woods. He knew he was a tad too near to the edge of town. He was borderline risking being caught and he didn’t care. It was another of the assholes tailing him and trying to lock him back up. To hell with that. When he heard someone coming nearer he barely batted an eye. “Want to be the next one in?”

[the-tired-tenor]

Four years ago, I began a long, drawn out, and very private struggle with depression. Today I engaged in true self-care for the first time in years, and I feel amazing. I am beyond lucky to have reached this point, I am not the norm.

I'm 22 now. I won't be attending my high school reunion, partly because I think they're dumb, but mostly because I would be reminded of all the people who should be there, but aren't, and that's too painful to me. I lost too many people before I was capable of dealing with it, and that scars you.

I know many of you also struggle with depression, and the nasty things that accompany it. As someone who has cried at the funerals of too many of the people he knew in high school, let me say: the world is better with you in it. Someone cares about you. If you are suffering from depression, please seek help.

Please stay

1-800-273-8255

[otpdisaster]

Person A moving to stand in front of a murderous, possessed Person B in hopes that they can snap their true love out of the trance. It works, only after Person B runs a sword all the way through Person A.

[atemina-rubygibb]

The Dead Pharoah by Moondogla (DeviantArt, from where it was reblogged)

[remy-daybreak-wright-archived]

@fightingfletcher

The Sanatorium was without a doubt the go to. Under the cover of the dark she was easily able to sneak her way around people. There was guy in particular who looked a bit one edge about being there. Evidently convinced by friends, and Remy took full advantage. She sweet talked the first ten minutes to put him at ease, her words a purr in his ear as she kissed his neck if to just feel the vibrations of a pulse beneath his skin. She didn’t need compulsion to get him to follow when she took his hand to lead him away from the mess of people and out the door. Either too surprised or still thinking he was dreaming it all, he followed without more than a ‘what are we doing?’ question asked.

Remy rounded the corner to the alley beside the bar, some of the music still noticeable to her ears. She gave him a shove by the shoulder’s and into the hard brick of the exterior wall. His eyes grew wide, a argument rising on his tongue that she silenced as she pressed herself close to sink her fangs into his neck. The sweet taste of his blood  left her in that blissful haze she always looked forward to. The little vampire content and unrelenting as he squirmed beneath a rock hard grip that she refused to lessen until she was done.