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“Rum & Coconuts” - h.s. Part 4

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Neither you nor Harry mentioned the small semi-argument you’d had the night at the dance club for a couple of days. You went out surfing and swam in the ocean and explored the beaches with a very close Beau and Savie and met up with Charlie and Henry whenever they weren’t working. You spent time cooking and dancing along to the local radio, and you almost forgot that there had been a moment there where you’d almost spilled your heart’s deepest wish to speak your vows to Harry. 

You were in the last three days of your vacation when you woke up to a phone going off, which was something that you hadn’t had happen to you in a while. You felt Harry’s hand shift across your body as he was slowly woken up from the shrill noise as well, and you opened you eyes to see him reaching for his phone and blinking to get a look at the caller.

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like i'm gonna lose you | jughead jones x reader

Originally posted by raquel-lostgirl


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written by: gaby

edited by: rosie

anonymous said: heyy could you make a jugheadxreader with 16 & 77?

prompt: 16- “you make me feel like i’m not good enough” & 77- “i can’t.. i can’t lose you”

chapter song: medecine // joji

y/n’s shoulders slouch in disappointment as jughead walks past her without any greeting.

y/n jogs up to catch up to him, panting because of the lack of exercise, “h-hey jug! what’s up?”

jughead keeps walking, looking straight as he strolls to the exit.

she hadn’t talked to him properly this past week, the jason murder was solved, so why keep secrets when relationships are supposed to be about trust?

on the other side, jughead has been hiding something and he never wanted her to know that something is happening behind the scenes with betty. betty cooper.

he honestly had never planned for this, in reality, he had fun playing with y/n’s emotions and he didn’t like it.

jug had never expected to turn out this way, playing with girls hearts? he’s getting himself into some really deep shit.

they respected each other’s personal space for they are both just introverted teens who needed a getaway with their thoughts and emotions, but jughead not saying a word to y/n for a week didn’t make her anxiety any better.

she had never felt anything like this. her stomach flipping upside down, her legs feeling weak, her head feeling light. she felt as if she never met to everyone’s expectations, she didn’t want to be claimed a people pleaser but she y/n doesn’t want to be involved in drama that lasts for a whole damn year.

y/n stops in her tracks, watching his broad silhouette shrink from a distance.


“jughead, are you sure you’re not with y/n.” betty interrogates jughead, making the beanie-clad boy scoff.

being at the blue & gold meant more quality time together and hiding things that aren’t meant to go out into the outside world yet.

“why would i cheat? i swear, i’m not a liar.” he laughs, kissing her nose. 

little did she know, he is lying. and he’s still with y/n.

“hmm,” his eyebrows raise, “fine, i trust you.”

“he’s literally so dreamy and the way he talks is so soothing, it’s like- music to my ears!” betty exclaims, daydreaming of the boy she had been working with.

“are you sure he’s not with y/n? it might cause drama.” v skeptically asks the poor girl, unaware of their on-going relationship.

betty nods furiously, answering with, “jughead reassured me they weren’t.”

ronnie mumbles under her breath, “oh boy.”

as soon as the conversation ends, y/n comes into the room calmly.

“yo, what’s up?” she asks the two girls, they shrug and talk about their days as per usual.


the noise of the television entering as white noise to y/n’s ears, waiting for a reply from her beloved.

she had never felt so deprived of waiting for something that she knows won’t come back to her.

‘this is hopeless.’ she thinks to herself, rising up from her sitting position ad leaving her phone on the coffee table.

she heads out the door, hoping for a —somewhat— relaxing walk outside.

the subtle evening breeze hits her face, making her squint a bit.

the sound of silence was always her way to flee from anything, really.

the trees rustling quietly as the wind blew them away. people have ways of relaxing, being alone or with jughead was always her escape.

the dim lights coming from houses at night made it more relaxing, the scene becoming more subtle and safe in her little idle town.

she gets closer she gets to pops, the neon lights define her face creating shadows in the features.

whilst passing by the window, seeing friends & families bonding over dinner she spots someone sitting in the back of the booths or rather two people sitting together.

y/n cautiously turns over to the window to see her acquaintance and beloved, on a date.

now you may say, ‘they’re probably just hanging out, ya know?’ nope, i don’t think feeding your friend fries while fiddling with each other’s hand is just a friendly thing.

her thoughts and emotions clash in her mind, creating a breakdown and the confidence to face them, through the window.

‘are you fucking serious?’ y/n mouths, making betty and jughead’s eyes widen in shock.

she furiously makes her way back, her chest heaving from the stress. jughead scrambles and slips out apologies to betty cooper, the girl he had been dating behind y/n’s back.

“y/n, wait!” jughead exclaims, chasing after his, now, ex girlfriend.

“was this really all a game to you, forsythe?” he cringes back as he hears his real name dripping from her mouth.

he soon regains his confidence as fast as he can and mumbles, “don’t call me that.”

“what have we become? huh, jughead? was i just a dummy for you to get what you really wanted? was i just a practice target?” y/n breathes out, obviously fuming about the scene she has just witnessed with her own two eyes.

“i-i’m sorry,” he places his hand on her shoulder but she resists, his hand falling back to his side.

“you know, you make me feel like i’m not good enough, even the from the fucking beginning of all of this i’ve never felt so- so pathetic!” she growls back, tears streaming from her face.

“y/n i- i’m sorry. but i just- i can’t.. i can’t lose you.” jughead’s words fill with guilt and sorrow for the girl he had just broken.

“if you don’t love anymore, say it,” his head snaps towards her, tilting his head, “just fucking say you don’t want me! stop lying, it’s pointless.” 

“i don’t love you, i-i love betty cooper.” he whimpers out in pain, creating y/n to sob quietly.

“say it louder, let riverdale know who you’re loving behind my back.” y/n’s eye’s roll, the tears still dropping and her voice weakening.

“i love betty cooper! i don’t love you anymore!” he yells at her as she simply nods, turning her back to him. 

“i’m sorry, y/n.”

“good to know.” her tears cascading to the concrete, leaving jughead in disbelief.

anonymous asked:

it is late at night. your mutant power, which is sensing emotions/general intuitiveness, senses a source of great distress you'd know anywhere - your longtime half-crush, warren worthington. you like him, yeah, and you'd love to get to know him and love him like you should, but he's so closed off, even with your powers. so you don't pursue him - you know you don't have a chance. but this night the source of great distress is coming from right outside your room, at least in the hallway. (pt 1)

it’s warren beating some guy up. going all out in a blind rage. the ball of rage and distress is centered right here. you want to look away because you’re not even sure the guy is alive anymore but you don’t. you watch and in a small voice that causes warren to freeze in his place say - “what the hell are you doing, worthington?” now, warren knows you’re tight with some of the teachers - you’ll tell. “y/n, i swear, it’s not-” “then what is it?” “i…” (pt 2)and warren breaks down in front of this guy’s (dead? alive?) body. you know the signs of a breakdown - you’ve had many before. first it’s the nervous energy - clencing fists, tapping fingers. then the face contorts into some wicked emotion people are not supposed to feel. and the tears come pouring out no matter how hard you try to contain them. warren breaks down, curls his beautiful wings around himself so you don’t see him like this. he’s so weak and he hates himself for it. you take a look at the beat up guy and while a good person would make sure he’s alright and tell a teacher or some shit you are not a saint and do not do this. you walk over to warren and crouch in front of him. “come in my room.” “but what about-” “worry later.” and so the broken boy walks into your room (note that his wings are still wrapped around himself - boy’s got a built in shield) and you sit him down on the bed and you tell him to cry. (pt4 haha this is so long im so sorry) "what?“ “you heard me. let it all out.” “but i-” “listen, warren. i know i don’t know you well but i’d really like two and witnessing break downs can really bond people, let me tell you. so cry. it does not make you weak. i used to think that. my dad told me that a lot. and for a long long time i didn’t cry. and all those tears were held in a jar inside my heart and i felt sadder than ever. please, for the love of god, cry with me. we can cry together if you want because it is okay to cry.” (pt5

way to leave me w a cliff hanger!

honestly the amount of times anakin got fucking electrocuted during the clone wars must have had some cognitive impact on him. i’d even make a case it caused enough of an effect to contribute to his breakdown in rots.

i mean according to this article i’m reading it’s definitely possible:

Researchers have shown that an electric shock ranging from 120 to 52,000 volts can cause neurologic and neuropsychological symptoms in humans. Following an electrical injury, some patients may show various emotional and behavioral aftereffects, such as memory loss and symptoms of depression.

of course anakin was also being gaslit while suffering from a crippling mental illness and a fucking war but let’s just add this to the list of shit that made anakin lose his shit.

Goddess Of Mystery (Ahkmenrah)

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Summary: A teenage girl runs to the museum every night for the safety from her parents. It was the same thing every night, talking to the Pharaoh while he still slept in his sarcophagus. Although, tonight was different, and she gets sent back in time to ancient egypt.

Words: 1566

            Lunch was awkward so to say, if that was even a good enough word to describe it. Kahmunrah kept glancing at me all throughout lunch, him sitting right across form me and Ahkmenrah next to me. Ahkmenrahs mother was a kind women, she was asking me questions about how well I was adjusting- even though I have only been here for a few hours, and if I was comfortable. She had offered to let me have some of her dresses for now until they could get some made for me.

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Ex- Friends 'Til The End; Chapter Three

Here’s part three! I’m sorry it took so long. I just wasn’t happy with it at all! I’d really appreciate some feedback on this one guys because it really was a struggle to write it! I hope you enjoy it!

Part One     Part Two      Masterlist

Ex-Friends ‘Til The End

Chapter Three

Loneliness is a funny thing isn’t it? Not funny in an entertaining and amusing sense obviously, but funny in a bizarre sense. I mean, how was it possible to feel so lonely when you were constantly surrounded by people? Up until now, you’d only ever felt lonely when you were away from the people that you loved but today some of your closest friends were sat around you and you still couldn’t shake the despairingly empty feeling in the pit of your stomach. Who would have thought that someone you’d only known for two months could affect you so intensely? You hadn’t spoken to Calum properly in two weeks, ever since he brought that girl home from the club. Sure, you were polite when you were around everyone else, you couldn’t let your secret out after all, but when you were around him you couldn’t even meet his eye. The dull ache that had developed in your chest when you walked away from his hotel room that night was still with you, serving as a constant reminder of how humiliated and wounded you felt; feelings which were only worsened by the fact that you had to hide them from everyone. And so here you were utterly heartbroken in the middle of a crowded club and trying to hide it while your friends made merry, fully expecting you to join in.

‘I’m going to get another drink’, you yell to whoever was sat next to you over the pounding music of whatever club you’d ended up in. You were pretty sure the only way you were going to be able to make it through this night out without having a complete emotional breakdown was if you were completely hammered.

‘Can I get a rum and coke please?’ you shout to the barman not even caring how sticky the bar was that you were leaning on, ‘actually can you make it a double?’

‘Well someone’s out to have a good time tonight’, you hear a seedy voice jeer from behind you before feeling a hand wander across your rear. 

‘If you’re not prepared to lose that hand then I suggest you move it. Fast’, you warn without even turning around.

‘A sassy one huh? I like that.’

Letting out an irritated sigh you turn around and face the sleaze-ball intent on using your ass as some sort of life-size stress ball.

‘Listen asshole, I’m really not in the fucking mood so could you please go and maul someone else?’

‘Oh come on now, let’s just drop the ‘playing hard to get’ act and you and I can go have some fun’, he continues before lunging for your arm and attempting to pull you closer to him.

‘She said she’s not interested mate’.

Your head turns so fast at the sound of Calum’s voice behind you it’s a wonder you didn’t pull a muscle. His eyes are squared on the man with his hand wrapped around your wrist and the veins in his neck are so prominent you can practically see them pulsing. Clearly your unwanted suitor isn’t as stupid as he appears because as soon as he catches on to the venomous look Calum is shooting him his grip loosens and he throws his arms up in mock surrender.

‘Whatever bro’, he yields before turning on his heel, ‘but just so you know she must be PMSing or something because she’s fucking mean’.

‘Oh trust me, if I had to bleed every time I found creeps like you aggravating, I would have bled out a long time ago’, you yell after him before turning back to the bar and grabbing your drink, your need to feel it’s soothing burn stronger than ever.

‘Are you ok?’

‘I’m fine Calum! Just wonderful!’ you snap, slamming your empty glass down before signalling to the bartender than you needed a refill.

‘What the hell is your problem? I just saved your ass from that creep and now you’re mad at me?’

‘Saved me?  I didn’t need you to save me!’ you scoff.

‘Are you sure about that Y/N? Because you looked like you needed help from where I was standing.’

‘You know what Calum? I can’t deal with this right now. I’m going back to the hotel.’

‘Y/N..’

‘Don’t Calum! Just leave me alone!’

‘I’m not letting you wander through a random city in the middle of the night by yourself Y/N so just stop being such a stubborn bitch and let me go with you’.

‘Fine’, you bark before pushing your way through the crowds towards the exit. Not even bothering to check if Calum is following you start to walk in the direction of the hotel. The cool night air does nothing to soothe the irrational anger you felt.  You knew there was no way you would have been able to get rid of that creep on your own but why did Calum have to be the one to come to your rescue.

‘Y/N will you slow down? You’re going to break your ankle walking that fast in those shoes’.

‘Oh fuck you Calum’, you snarl.

‘Why are you so mad? I was just trying to take care of you!’ Calum protests, his voice beginning to rise. 

‘I don’t need you to take care of me Calum! It is not your job to take care of me! You’re not my boyfriend! You’re not even my friend’. You’re shouting now. Heads are turning in your direction but you’re oblivious to them. Every pent up emotion from the past fortnight is bubbling to the surface and all hope of you maintaining any composure is long gone.

‘What the hell is your problem?’

‘What’s my problem?’ you ask incredulously, ‘you’re my fucking problem Calum! I was perfectly fine until you walked into my life and turned everything upside down! Actually, why don’t you do us both a favour and go back to that club and find another random girl to bring home and screw and just leave me the fuck alone?’

‘Is that what all of this is about?’ Calum questions after a moments silence had passed, ‘you’re mad because I fucked someone else? Because the last time I checked Y/N you were the one that kicked me out!’

‘Yeah well you managed to get over it pretty quickly’, you bite back.

‘You have no right to be angry with me Y/N’, Calum growls, angrier now than you’ve ever seen him, ‘you know full well how I feel about you and you still told me to  leave. You rejected me! You wanted nothing to do with me and now you’re mad because I had sex with someone else?’

‘Yes I’m mad! I’m mad at you for bringing that girl back to your room and I’m even angrier at myself for caring that you did. None of this was supposed to happen Calum. We weren’t supposed to fall for each other.’

His eyes are on the ground now as a hush falls over you both. Neither of you are sure of what to say. Tears are silently trickling down your cheeks. Eventually you break the silence.

‘Can we go back to the hotel now please?’

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‘Where do we go from here?’ Calum asks you quietly when you reach the door of your hotel room.

You were just thinking the exact same thing. Where did you go from here? You certainly couldn’t go back to the ‘no strings attached’ arrangement you’d had going on before, that was a given.  But where did that leave you? Friends? Or were you both better off to steer clear of each other until the tour ended and then never see each other again?

‘I don’t know Cal’, you mumble, your voice barely above a whisper.

‘I don’t want to let you go Y/N. I’m crazy about you. I know that you think it wouldn’t work between us but can’t you just give me a chance? Give us a chance?’

‘I’m scared Cal, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before and I know that in three months’ time it’ll all end and I don’t know if I can handle it….’

‘Y/N look at me’, Calum says, gently tilting your head towards him by hooking his finger under your chin, ‘who said this had to end when tour does? We’ll make time to see each other and when we can’t we’ll Sykpe and Facetime and text and whatever else it takes! Look, I know you’re scared of getting hurt but who says that you’re going to? I love you Y/N, I really do and I want to be able to call you mine for a really really long time. So can you please just give me a chance?’

‘Yes’. It was all you could manage to say.

‘I promise you won’t regret this’, he mutters as he cups your face in his hands. You wait in anticipation as he tilts his head slightly and begins to lean in, aligning his lips with yours.  You slide your arms around his neck as your lips part, desperate to taste him. You whimper as his tongue meets yours, exploring, flicking and gently sucking before he pulls back slightly to nibble on your bottom lip. Losing the ability to think straight, you thread your fingers through Calum’s hair and return his kiss greedily. Seconds turn to minutes. Minutes could have turned to hours. Seasons could have changed for all you knew as you continued to kiss right there in the middle of a hotel hallway. Pulling back slightly you grip Calum’s biceps in an attempt to steady yourself.

‘I want you’, you pant against his chest.

Calum grins at your admission, his hands trailing down your sides before cupping your ass and lifting you effortlessly from the ground. Your legs wrap instinctively around his waist as he fumbles in his pockets in an attempt to find his room key. Nipping at the vein in his neck you can feel him begin to harden against your thigh as he carries you to the bed. Calum places you gently onto the bed before slowly and carefully removing your clothes. You lay submissive save for the rise and fall of your hips as his hands and lips roam your body. Calum rids himself of his clothes quickly; conscious of the fact that for every second he spends undressing himself he gets to spend a second less caressing your soft skin. Moving slowly, Calum settles himself between your legs. He brings his lips to yours once more drawing a soft moan from the back of your throat.

‘Calum please,’ you sigh, ‘I need you to take me. Make me yours Calum’.

Your breath leaves your body in one puff as Calum enters you. The feeling of him stretching you and filling you completely causes your back to arch from the bed and your head to fall back as you moan. His thrusts are slow and deep, reaching your spot every time. Your legs wrap around his back ensuring his body stays pressed firmly into yours. His fingers are laced with your own as he draws your orgasm closer and closer. You can feel your muscles beginning to contact around his length as a familiar warmth spreads from your abdomen throughout your body.

‘Calum, oh god Calum’, you whine in his ear causing his thrusts to speed up considerably. Your climax crashes over you in waves of sheer pleasure and the force of it, combined with your moans and cries of his names causes Calum to follow. He continues to thrust slowly even though you’ve both reached your peak, his forehead resting on yours as your eyes meet.

‘I love you’, he whispers before capturing your lips with his.

‘I love you too Calum’, you sigh as your heart swells at the look of sincerity in his eyes.

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Hey guys, I found a really in-depth article about the murder of Elizabeth Olten by Alyssa Bustamante and I thought you might like it: 


 

Murderous Children: 15 Year Old Alyssa Bustamante Brutally Murdered a 9 Year Old Girl

Elizabeth Olten was beaten, strangled, and had her throat slit by Alyssa Bustamante

By Antonia Monacelli - Hubpages.com

Preparing For Murder

When most teenagers have a Friday off school, they sleep in, maybe get together with friends, or bum around the house in pajamas all day. When 15-year-old Alyssa Bustamante of Missouri had a Friday off from school, she spent the day digging two holes in the ground to be used as graves. Then she waited.

Alyssa went on with life as usual, she went to school, she hung out with friends; all the while just waiting for the perfect opportunity to murder. That opportunity came just 4 days later, on October 21st, 2009 in the evening, when her neighbour, 9-year-old Elizabeth Olten was walking home from her friend’s house.

Elizabeth was last seen at 6:15pm, when she left her friends house to go home, her house was only a few houses down. Elizabeth was never seen alive again. When she hadn’t returned home, the family frantically began looking for her, and called police to report her missing around 7pm. Her family, knowing she was afraid of the dark, and would not have wandered off alone, grew increasingly worried. They knew that Elizabeth would not stay out after dark alone willingly, and they knew they needed to find her. What they didn’t know was that it was already too late.

What Happened & Why? “I Wanted To Know What It Felt Like To Kill Someone”

Alyssa, seeing that she finally had the opportunity to kill, took it. She grabbed Elizabeth Olten, beat her, strangled her, and finally, she stabbed her and slit her throat. She then dumped her body into one of the graves she had dug the week before in a nearby wooded area.

Police searched vigilantly for the little girl, including the area where her body would eventually be found, but they found no trace of her. They pinged Elizabeth’s cellphone, and though it showed the location as being the woods where her body lay, the police searched the area without locating her, or her cell phone.

In the end, after a letter led police to Alyssa, she confessed. It was Alyssa herself who led police to the grave where the body of the brutally slain girl lay.

Why?

The why in this case is really simple, yet really complicated. The simple explanation given by Alyssa herself was that she wanted to know what it felt like to kill someone. The psychological implications of that statement are obvious; normal, mentally stable people, even if they have ever wondered that question themselves, do not go and actually commit a murder in order to find out. What made Alyssa take decide to actually satisfy her curiosity? That answer is a little more complicated.

As usual, it was a case of hindsight. There were clues and warning signs that something was not right with Alyssa. Alyssa had shown signs of psychological problems in the past. She had attempted suicide numerous times, and she was on medication for depression. She had been given both inpatient and outpatient psychiatric care after her last suicide attempt.  She was a “cutter”; someone who generally deals with emotional pain by cutting and inflicting physical pain on themselves, or self-mutilating. Her best friend, when interviewed, claims Alyssa had once told her that she wondered what it would be like to kill someone.

She had many online accounts, but it was noted on her YouTube account in particular that she listed her hobbies as “killing people” and “cutting”. Her YouTube account also had what police considered some disturbing ‘home movies’, including one where she urges her brothers to touch an electrified cattle fence, after doing so herself. Before the clip involving her brothers, Alyssa writes “this is where it gets good; this is where my brothers get hurt”.

In addition, neither of Alyssa’s parents were around, and Alyssa was in the care of her grandparents. Alyssa was born to a teenage mother, who has a criminal record for petty crimes, drug possession, an a DUI. Alyssa’s father is in prison serving a 10-year sentence for assault. Alyssa was described as violent, depressed, and angry. None of these things are an excuse for murder, but we as a society have to question whether something should have been done for Alyssa before this happened. If someone had stepped in, could we have prevented this vicious murder from occuring?

Police have speculated that the reason that Alyssa had dug not one, but two graves, was because she had planned to murder her two younger brothers, but had instead grabbed the opportunity to kill Elizabeth when it presented itself. They feel the YouTube video backs up this theory; she clearly took delight in inflicting pain on her brothers. While there has been no corroboration by Alyssa of this allegation, the question of why there were two graves dug is an interesting one, that we might never know the answer to. Did Alyssa have different targets in mind for her crimes? Would she have killed again, if she had not been caught the first time

The Trial, Verdict & Sentencing

Alyssa was arrested, and charged with first-degree murder in the death of Elizabeth Olten. She appeared in court on November 17th, 2009, where the judge ruled that she should be tried as an adult. Despite her confession to the crime, as well as having led the police to Elizabeth’s body, she has entered a plea of “Not Guilty”. She is being held without bond.

While in custody, it has been reported that Alyssa has tried to harm herself by cutting herself with her own fingernails. It is said she has been exhibiting signs of anxiety and severe depression in jail, and has been under suicide watch. Due to a motion filed by her lawyer, she has been remanded to a psychiatric institution to undergo evaluation, and receive immediate psychiatric treatment.

A trial start date of May 16th, 2011 has been set for Alyssa Bustamante.  There, she will stand trial charged as an adult with first-degree murder for the horrific slaying of her young neighbour, 9-year-old Elizabeth Olten.

UPDATE: February 8th, 2012

After previous issues that delayed the trial of Alyssa Bustamante, she was finally set to face the murder charges, with a trial due to start in January 30th, 2012. Instead, Alyssa pleaded guilty to the charge of 2nd degree murder and armed criminal action.

There was an audible gasp heard in the courtroom when the now 18-year-old Alyssa admitted to taking a knife to throat of Elizabeth Olten and slitting it, then strangling her with her bare hands afterward. Her defense team tried to offer a number of excuses for what cause Alyssa to perform this horrid, haunting act, including the fact that she was on the anti-depressant “Prozac” as being a contributor, which she had begun taking in 2007 after a suicide attempt, and had started an increased dosage just two weeks prior to Elizabeth’s murder. They recounted a family history of drug abuse, suicide attempts, and mental disorders, and said that her mother had abandoned her and her father was in prison, to try to explain the mental state Alyssa was in when she brutally murdered Elizabeth Olten.

Psychologists for the defense described Alyssa as “psychologically damaged” and “severely emotionally disturbed”. They testified that she suffers from Major Depression, and also displays symptoms of Borderline Personality Disorder, which is characterized by feelings of emptiness, instability of moods, inappropriate displays of anger, and poor impulse control. Though the details of Alyssa’s mental stability were quite disturbing - she had previous suicide attempts, a history of self-harm including over 300 cuts on her body, as well as self-inflicted cigarette burn marks - the most disturbing, and the most damning evidence presented was a journal entry that Alyssa made in her diary after the murder. She wrote: “I strangled them and slit their throat and stabbed them now they’re dead. I don’t know how to feel atm. It was ahmazing. As soon as you get over the 'ohmygawd I can’t do this’ feeling, it’s pretty enjoyable. I’m kinda nervous and shaky though right now. Kay, I gotta go to church now…lol.”

After days of very emotional testimony in the court, Alyssa broke down and cried for the first time in over 2 years of court proceedings, while the prosecution was making an impassioned plea for the judge to give her a life sentence. Alyssa, who had been staring at the floor impassively while the prosecution recounted her crime, broke down when grandparents got upset and stormed out of the courtroom. Alyssa’s grandparents were not the only ones to have an emotional breakdown; after the judge’s announcement that he would hand down a sentence the next day, the grandmother of the victim, Elizabeth Olten, yelled out “I think Alyssa should get out of jail the same day Elizabeth gets out of the grave!”.

On February 8th, 2012, Alyssa Bustamante gave a final statement before the judge handed down her sentence; “If I could give my life to bring her back, I would”, Alyssa addressed the court, while family members of her victim, 9-year-old Elizabeth Olten, wept, “I just want to say I’m sorry for what happened. I’m so sorry”. She was then sentenced to life imprisonment, with the possibility of parole.

Rivamika Week: DAY 6 - VAREKAI

A. Recuperation from injury

AND

B. Redemption from sins

I’m so out of order!  D:  But I’ve been meaning to make at least a couple images for Rivamika Week and I really like this prompt!  Somewhat referring to Levi’s gradual breakdown and the returning memories of the sins he has done in the past, ultimately affecting his usual emotional balance that could spell a potential fall.  I’d like to think Mikasa would be a good support to ease him of his frustrations, while they simultaneously repair each other’s wounds both physically and mentally.

I also had to take the opportunity to work in wings and red thread because well I’m weak for these two!  :D;;  Hopefully I can work on more prompts with similar themes.

I had a mini emotional breakdown while driving today but i was able to hold it back a little bit since i was operating a vehicle but anyway im a fucking idiot and need to sleep for 3 weeks even tho that’d just make everything worse!!! 

Dirnt agreed with everything Armstrong said onstage. “But what I couldn’t agree with,” the bassist says, “was seeing the degradation of my friend. The fucking path had gone too far. And he didn’t even see it yet. It was, ‘We’re done. Recognize it. I can’t think about playing with you right now. You got to get right.’ ” Armstrong entered rehab, and while he was away, Dirnt wrote him letters of encouragement tempered with blunt realism. “If we make it through this and we get back together,” he told him, “we’re either going to be stronger than ever or we’re going to not be doing this.”
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Mike Dirnt on Billie’s breakdown and rehab

(don’t mind me I’m too emotional over mike and billie’s friendship)

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Originally posted by bwiseoks

Requested by anon 

Summary: Yoongi and you are friends with benefits. Your boring day at work becomes exciting when he texts you all of a sudden. 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: smut

Words: 2 167

A/N: After 2345654 years I finally finished smth. I’m sorry for such a long break. I apologize for any grammatical errors. Hope you like it ❤️

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I haven’t seen any meta on this, but I think something about the last episode kind of went under the radar while we analyzed it.

Fitz has had complete screaming breakdowns before in Jemma’s presence. The blatant temper tantrum he pitches after they discover Koenig’s body is heartbreaking, of course; he’s lost control over himself entirely, he’s making an enormous fuss, throwing things and screaming because his emotions have completely overwhelmed him. 

Triplett and Phil both seem completely shocked by the breakdown, but Jemma just goes to him. She doesn’t react with surprise at all. He’s lost control of his emotions like this before in front of her, and she knows how to handle it.

listen, i know lots of people are heartbroken because of pepper and tony taking a break, i know i am because i’m a fan as hard as they come but let me tell you why i felt this was the right way to go: pepper is a strong woman, she has faced supervillains not once, not twice, but THREE times, and each time she came through, helping tony and not to mention, keeping a multibillion dollar company up and running. there’s only so much a person can take, and as we see tony crumbling more and more towarss his breaking point in civil war, i can only guess pepper reached hers sometime after ultron, and with as much reason as tony. 

you can love someone with everything you’ve got, but what they had cannot be summed up as normal couple mishaps, especially when she was the direct target of one of the villains, was tortured, and she suffered the awful consequences. we don’t know how she coped after killian and extremis. after almost dying, did she face the same downward spiral pattern tony has been facing all this time??? what if she developed anxiety? PTSD? Depression??? what if that’s the reason she decided to take a break from tony? Right after whiplash in im2 she says “my body literally cannot handle the stress” and you can tell she’s pretty shaken, in im3 this escalated greatly, and in ultron it was just a global mess. Tony knows he messed up, he tells so to steve, but just as he doesn’t really awknowledge the full extent of his mental illness, he might not be aware of pepper’s. 

of course, she cares about him, she loves him, but you cannot be there for someone when you’re a mess yourself, and perhaps pepper knows this, and that’s why they decided the best thing for them and their relationship is to seek help and then retake where they left off.

or at least, that’s why i hope for, and the only way i’m letting this “break” bullshit pass is with a super dramatic scene where they hug and kiss while in tears or something like that

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In January of 1999, Radiohead frontman Thom Yorke was set on entirely changing the band’s approach to rock music going into the studio. This stemmed as a result of their hugely successful album OK Computer and supporting tour, which drove Yorke to the point of having a mental breakdown from the pressure of the media. He sought comfort and inspiration in the electronic music of Aphex Twin and Aurtechre, to which he stated “I felt just as emotional about [electronic music] as I’d ever felt about guitar music.“

While guitarist Ed O’Brien wanted to focus on making short pop music, Yorke was able to convince the band that they had to do something completely different. Bassist Colin Greenwood said "After the OK Computer tour we felt we had to change everything. There were other guitar bands out there trying to do similar things. We had to move on.” The band isolated themselves with producer Nigel Godrich for 18 months to record new material. It was initially difficult for the group to grasp the concept of truly collaborating. Each member of the band had always had one role, as a guitarist, bassist, drummer… but now, Radiohead had to teach themselves how to be more of a collective than a band. “It was quite hard work for us to adjust to the fact that some of us might not necessarily be playing our usual instrument on a track, or even playing any instrument at all. Once you get over your insecurities, then it’s great,” O’Brien described the sessions. Every member of the band ended up contributing as songwriters on the album.

When the sessions were finished, almost thirty songs had been recorded. Radiohead then faced a new problem; what to do with these songs. Release them all at the same time; a double-album; release only a few? Yorke is reported to have obsessed over tracklists, and the band itself argued so much that they almost broke up. They decided to release ten songs on a first album titled Kid A, and the rest on their 2001 follow-up Amnesiac. The album was mixed and mastered at Abbey Road Studios, and released on October 2nd, 2000 after almost two years of production. 

CAKE - Part One

For my darling, precious perksofbeingawaifu. This is a (EMBARASSINGLY) belated birthday present for my favorite goddess on this whole freakin’ website. Not only is she the coolest chick with her knitting tales and badass writing, she’s also one the most kind, generous, honest and all around greatest gals I’ve had the pleasure to meet in this fandom. I have the distinct honor of calling her my friend, and that makes me over the moon happy.

For my bae – who asked for erejean. This isn’t the story I planned on writing for you, but after a while it sort of took on a life of its own. I hope it makes you smile.

Much love – you deserve it, and so, so much more than I can even say. 

CAKE

Jean’s case takes him back home, and a chance encounter with his ex-boyfriend Eren Jaeger leads to birthday cake and…maybe something more.

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April 20th

April 20th makes me emotional for many reasons. For those of you who don’t know, tomorrow is also my sister’s birthday, whom I love very much. About this time two years ago, I was very depressed and suicidal, when I discovered the TCC. Columbine brought me into a very dark period of my life, during which I had a nervous breakdown and tried to kill myself (again). For a while, I even played with the idea that violence could be the answer to my problems.

Thank God I never took that path. I really discovered myself after joining the TCC, and I feel a lot of love for the people whom I have grown close to in this community. As much as this case brought me into a dark period, this community also helped me get out of it. Since then, I have admittedly pulled away from the TCC as I did a lot of much needed healing. I’ve discovered my incredible want to help people who suffer.

As terrible as a tragedy as Columbine was, I can also say that it has brought some light into my life. I know many others who feel this way. I post this because I know how emotional April 20th can make a lot of us, and I want everybody to know that they are not alone.