i'll be dead for a few days

Hospital Starters
  • [ Requested by Anon about a week ago. Warnings for blood, suicidal thoughts, and medical stuff. Thanks! : ]
  • "Hey, you're awake!"
  • "Where am I?"
  • "You hit your head. There was so much blood that I got scared."
  • "Don't try to get up. You're safe here."
  • "I hate this place..."
  • "How could you do this to yourself?"
  • "The world didn't give me a choice, and now, I'm suffering even more!"
  • "You really came..."
  • "I told you I would be here when you woke up."
  • "How many tests did they do on you?"
  • "If I wasn't drugged up, I could tell you the names of every test they do in this place."
  • "When are they going to let you leave?"
  • "They said that I'll be here for a few days. Maybe a week."
  • "What happened to you? You have so many things sticking out of you."
  • "That's what happens when you're dying."
  • "It's probably time to change those bandages..."
  • "You aren't in pain, are you?"
  • "You were in an accident. You almost didn't make it."
  • "That would explain why I feel terrible."
  • "I thought you were dead..."
  • "I'm not dead, am I?"
  • "I didn't know it was this bad..."
  • "I may not live much longer..."
  • "I'm dying..."
  • "You can't die! There has to be something they can do!"
  • "I'm too far gone for any surgery to fix me."
  • "I want you to know that I'll miss you most."
  • "Don't say that! I don't like it when you talk like this..."
  • "I just want it to happen so I don't have to think about it all the time."
  • "I wanted to say goodbye to you one more time."
  • "If you don't get some sleep, I'm going to hit this button and tell a nurse you're bothering me."
  • "Don't abuse that call button!"
  • "You know that button only works every five seconds, right?"
  • "Maybe if I push it hard enough, more will come out."
  • "I get to come home today."
  • "Did you fill out the release forms yet?"
  • "They hooked me up with a bunch of prescriptions. I'm gonna be high as a kite."
Show Me a Dwarf Thief, & I'll Show You a Dead Dwarf

(I play a rogue, and my party was exploring an ancient dwarven fortress from the days when demons flooded the world. So, every other door and every other wall had a trap. Between me and the dwarf skald, we spot most of the traps without a problem. With a few exceptions, such as this narrow hallway:)

Skald: Hey [Rogue], watch that square. It’s a pressure plate.

DM: In fact, what tips you off is in the engravings on the wall, there’s a dwarf pointing it out as if it was a funny prank.

Rogue: Oh, that’s rude. Alright, you can stay outside with the rest, I’m gonna check the rest of the hallway, and jump over the square.

(I make an acrobatics check to make a 10 ft. jump.)

DM: You make it over the pressure plate no problem, and are feeling pretty good about it until you hear the *click* of the floor beneath you. The hallway begins filling with water, and the doors lock behind you.

Rogue: Oh fuck you, dwarf architects.

(Thankfully, the strong party members kept the door open until I could escape. This continues until after we’ve fought scores of undead, beaten two haunts, and disabled a number of door and wall traps. We’ve seen a scorpion tail-shaped poison trap in a vault door, a gunpowder room door rigged to explode, a wall designed to spray acid a la The Mummy, and a chapel built to drop bombs from the ceiling that was left on by the priest before he died. We’re clearing out the last two rooms…)

Skald: [Rogue], another pressure plate.

Rogue: …Alright. I’m going to disable this pressure plate, and then examine IN GREAT DETAIL, the square directly behind it.

DM: Alright, you disable the plate by removing the hydrogen bags connected to them. These would have been opened into the hallway and ignited if you stepped on the plate.

Rogue: Holy shit, dwarves do not fuck around. What about the plate behind it? I examined that as much as possible!

DM: You pry the tile up with your knife, and you hear a *click*–

Rogue (Panicking): NO! EVERYBODY OUT!

DM: –But when you look underneath the plate, it’s clear that the floor tile is designed to make a *click*-ing sound when being manipulated with, say, by a rogue searching for traps. On the underside, the tile reads in dwarven, “Ya think we’d use the same trick twice?”

Rogue: … [Skald], I-I… I mean no disrespect to your race or your culture, but for rogues, dwarves are just… the absolute worst people ever.

Skald: I understand. I admire their craftsmanship and ingenuity, but there’s a reason there are no dwarf thieves.

DM: Okay, to the rest of the party, around the corner, you hear [Rogue] crying.

Rogue: *sobs*!

How them 2000s live actions kids shows be
  • Normal Girl: *internally* I'm just a normal high school girl. I suck at math. I hate my parents. When someone asks me about my opinion on complex socioeconomic issues, I just go "What the heck!?" and start "texting" or something like that. My life would be just like yours, except for one thing: I have an amazing power... I can talk to cetaceans!
  • *at the docks, a bell tolls as our normal protagonist hears the voices of cetaceans bubbling in her mind*
  • Normal Girl: *staring deeply into the ocean*
  • Best Friend: Ahoy! What're you doing?
  • Normal Girl: Just staring into the oceanic abyss, thinking about how much I hate my parents. *internally* I have to keep my ability to speak to cetaceans secret or else... uh...
  • Best Friend: Haha, I feel that, friend. What a colorful life we teens live, our seaside environment awakening a rumbling darkness within ourselves of which we mull on our own with nothing but the unbounding depths of the ocean as our one escape. An escape which serves to only maim our fragile egos with newfound adolescent anxieties.
  • Normal Girl: What are you even talking about?
  • Best Friend: I don't know. I haven't slept in a week. Let's go to the mall.
  • *at the mall*
  • Normal Girl: *internally* My town might as well be called Lamesville. Nothing ever happens here, but the mall can be pretty fun. It's only place in the whole town with anything in it that isn't fish or excessive amounts of woodlice.
  • Best Friend: ...So I'd just dance and I'd dance until my feet broke. When that happened, I'd just get up and dance on my broken feet. And I did this until they were raw and blood was everywhere. I kept waking up in the morning extremely exhausted after this dream. I decided to record myself one night and it turns out I was dancing in my sleep. I haven't slept since I saw that. *leans in close to the normal girl* I'm afraid of what I'll do in my sleep.
  • Normal Girl: Wow, sounds weird... I guess. *sips coffee*
  • Best Friend: OMIGAWD! It's Chad Alphakid. He's coming this way!
  • *the normal girl and her best friend squee*
  • Normal Girl: *externally* That's Chad Alphakid. Who is he? He's only the hottest most coolest boy in this entire lame city. I've been crushing on him since I was like twelve.
  • Chad: Uh, okay.
  • Normal Girl: Did I just say that out loud!?
  • Chad: *sits at the table* Listen, I don't care what you or your friend think of me. I need help!
  • Best Friend: Have you murdered somebody?
  • Normal Girl: Do you need a girlfriend?
  • Chad: No, it's the ocean. The sound of her waves crashing against the shore is like a faultless siren song. There isn't a single night where I don't have visions of floating within her cold embrace. The allure of her boundless depths beckon to me like a lover. I'm afraid that if I don't get help soon, I'll find myself taken away by her to a fate unknown.
  • Normal Girl: *internally* Great, this is a chance to finally use my power to speak to cetaceans to my benefit! *externally* But why do you need us to help you?
  • Chad: You guys are the biggest fucking degenerate weirdos in this washed up town. If anyone knows how to deal with this, it's you two.
  • Best Friend: Haha, truuuuuu!
  • Normal Girl: I'm not a weirdo! I'm a completely normal girl.
  • Chad: Dude, you fucking talk to fish.
  • Best Friend: You do talk to fish.
  • Normal Girl: I don't talk to fish! *internally* I talk to cetaceans, they're mammals, not fish. Also, that's supposed to be a secret, dammit!
  • *at the shore*
  • Chad: Ah, Mother Ocean! Take me!! Take me!!! *attempts to run into the ocean, but gets held back by the normal girl and her best friend*
  • Best Friend: Simmer down, aqualad!
  • Chad: Why did you fools take me here, if not to release into the embrace of sweet Mother Ocean!?
  • Normal Girl: We talked it over and we decided that the best way to get you over your obsession is make you hate the ocean.
  • Chad: Does it involve you talking to fish?
  • Normal Girl: Yes, I mean no. I mean, fuck! Cetaceans aren't fish.
  • *the normal girl sits at the edge of shore, her eyes rolls up in her head as she proceeds to make fucked up porpoise sounds*
  • Normal Girl: *falls over limp*
  • Best Fried: She died.
  • Chad: Does this mean that I'm free to wade into Mother Ocean and meet my fate among her ever chaotic waes?
  • Best Friend: *lets chad go* Yeah, dude. I'm too far gone to care about things anymore.
  • Chad: *strips off all of his clothes* Good. I now understand that there was no avoiding this. This was always a forgone conclusion. My fate is with the waves. Sayonara, weird best friend guy.
  • Chad: *runs into the ocean*
  • Best Friend: *kicks the normal girl's body* Guess she really is dead.
  • Best Friend: *walks home as the night encroaches* My closest friend is dead, and Chad is probably dead too. I wonder where my fate lies?
  • Best Friend: *yawns* Maybe I should go to sleep and just dance myself to death finally. No, I don't think I could go to sleep even if I wanted to anymore. I'm probably going to die from exhaustion in the next few days, not having felt rest or comfort again. Or maybe I'll just stay awake forever. I feel like I was supposed to have an epiphany here, or some type of awakening. But, there's nothing. I feel like everything I've ever done has been pointless. God, I'm just really tired.
  • *back at the shore*
  • Porpoise: *beaches itself*
  • *a gray fleshy version of the normal girl crawls halfway out of the porpoises mouth*
  • Normal Girl: There goes my corpse! *drags her weird porpoise body towards the corpse* Why did I die with such a dumb expression on my face? Lame! I hope Chad didn't see.
  • Normal Girl: *looks around with beady eyes* No one's here. I can finally do this.
  • Normal Girl: *kisses her dead body on the lips* Blargh!
  • Normal Girl: *spits out blood* I bit my tongue when I died. Gross. I guess I can cross making out with my dead body and becoming a mermaid off of my bucket list, though.
  • Normal Girl: *sighs*

adlethstillio  asked:

Hi Wil- Checking in again. Because reasons. I still feel like I'm losing this battle with my brain, so I'll be checking myself into a hospital for a few days at the suggestion of my therapist. Thank you so much for all you've done you get me this far. (Seriously those answers are gold!) Now it's up to me to find a way through the rest of this. To anyone reading, please don't forget: depression lies. My brain is telling me I'm better off dead, and knowing how wrong that is is important.

Thanks for checking in. You’re doing the right thing, listening to your therapist and taking care of yourself. Remember: you aren’t weak, you’re sick, and that’s what hospitals are for. Please check in with me again, when you’re discharged, okay? And thank you for so bravely sharing your experience in public. You’re helping people in ways you don’t even know.

Heya! Sorry for the sudden drop in posting, I got sick and art block decided to hit for a bit as well, but I’m feeling better now, so have Bliz in apology.

Blizzardtale belongs to @blizcat

Art by me

jeanweasleys  asked:

Please post Mr Tumnus content so I can drown my blog in him and live up to my url xx Isa aka tumnusses 💙💙💙

OH MY GOSH YESSSSSSS

I freaking love Mr Tumnus actually, and I wish the fandom talked more about this character because goshhhhhhhhh

I really like him cause, even if he did mistakes (like I dunno, TRYING TO KIDNAP A CHILD) (bad goatie) he redeemed himself and tried his best to be a better person, and I’M SO PROUD OF HIM ALL RIGHT.

So time for random headcanons shall we

  • he loves knitting
  • problem: he’s really bad at it so all his scarves and beanies and socks always look strange and weird
  • but honestly, Lucy doesn’t care at all and she totally wear them all the time, even if it’s not winter
  • Susan likes these too actually
  • they’re still super ugly and clumsy but she always wears the little beanie he knitted for her years ago when she goes for a walk in the wood in winter
  • the four Pevensies all befriended him and they actually enjoy having a quiet tea-time with him (it reminds them of England) after royal meetings about Narnian politics
  • with time and age, he broadened the teas and infusions he have, always curious about new beverages
  • he’s seasick everytime he gets on a boat and his face turns green in like what? ten seconds?
  • firm groun is better for fauns uh
  • most of the fauns are good dancers; not him
  • his second name is Clumsy okay
  • he never got married
  • despite Lucy’s attempts to find the perfect partner for him
  • (I totally headcanon him as asexual okay)
  • and since C.S. Lewis never said his name, I headcanon him with the name Cornibus (latine for horns)
  • Lucy always call him Corn when she’s using his forename
  • Ed calls him Cornie when he is with Peter but he’ll never dare to call him like this in front of the faun
  • they respect him very much
  • when they left the country, he and Philip the horse came back to the Lamp Post
  • and they waited
  • and waited
  • and nothing happened
  • Philip finally choose to go back to Cair Paravel, accepting with a lot of pain the fact that they were gone
  • he didn’t
  • and he waited more
  • he stood by the Lamp Post everyday, waiting to spot Lucy’s smile again
  • always keeping hope that one day they’ll return
  • they did, but he was dead a long time ago when the Pevensies saw Narnia again

“She was a good girl,” her grandmother always told me. “She’s doing exactly what her mother did, and she ain’t gone realize until it’s too late.”

She was right. She found a man who made her feel like… he was all that she needed. But to him? She was nothing. He took all of her money, ate all of her food, and even convinced her to go against her own family all while having his own little “fun” on the side.

“You’re a victim. He has used and abused you from day one and you don’t even see it.” Her grandmother said. “I told your mother the same thing before she passed.”

Those words echoed in her head as she slowly walked into her house. She followed the moans of the unknown until she finally saw them. She dropped to the ground. He looked back at her but he didn’t stop. 

“Honey, you’re a victim… just like your mother.” Her grandmother’s words echoing in her head as she grabbed her keys and left without saying a word. “Baby, you can’t run from this!” He shouted after witnessing her heartache. His words trailed on as she slammed the door. The next day he woke up. He turned on the T.V. and began watching the news. He recognized a familiar face on the screen. It was her. Her car had lost control and spun off into a lake just a few miles away from their house. She was later pronounced dead on arrival.

She was hurt.
She was abused.
She was a victim.
And the man behind this will never face a conviction.

—  “A Call For Change; Scenario 1.” // k.d.


BLOG UPDATE

Feeling a little bit overwhelmed and both physically and mentally exhausted at the moment handling some pretty big deadlines at my full-time job while also trying to finish all these unexpected designs for my freelance clients. On top of that I’ve been flying back and forth the last few days to another city (I’m doing it next week too >.<) to get my visas, housing and paperwork before I move to America at the end of next month not to mention I’ve got another big design competition this weekend 

… so yeah basically internally dying atm xD I won’t even be able to really sit down and play Pokemon USUM I’ll be buying tomorrow unless it’s on the way to work ;-;.

So I’ll be a bit more inactive for about 2-3 weeks-ish to just get my life sorta sorted and less stressful again. I’ll be mostly on my main blog (because reblogging all the sakka boys art gives me life xD) and twitter, but graphics and IEHP-AU are very “post when I can” status atm. 

I’ve already got a lot of IEHP AU profiles already drafted, they just need graphics done and I’ve had a few people have asked me to do the IE voice meme and that’ll get done whenever I have a free moment. Also apologizes in advance if I take a million years to reply to messages because I’m terrible at that regardless xD

IEHP-AU also recently hit 100+ followers which is seriously amazing for something that just started as a silly little group of headcanons - little awesome post incoming for that as well. Super ty for always supporting all my blogs <3 

Anyway I should probably get at least 4 hours sleep tonight before I head back to work and start adulting xD 

Creatures of the Night

Catherine always considered the night her favorite time to be out and about. The hustle and bustle of the day retiring to their homes as the sun set upon the city, and with the moon, emerged new inhabitants, as well as the few curious souls who sought to meet them.

While the necromancer was more interested in the tranquil, cool breezes and nighttime air that accompanied her on her strolls, as her social life could be described as dead as the school of magic she belonged to, there was always an underlying sense of curiosity.

Keep reading

@fleurdefrancoeur.

[txt]: Sup. I know this phone’s probably dead anyway, but, I wanted to send this to someone that wouldn’t admit me to a ward.

[txt]: Things have felt… off, these past few days. It feels more and more like something terrible is going to happen, and it’s making me on edge so much. None of the timelines are failing nor succeeding; they’re all… stagnating.

[txt]: I know, crazy, right? In all of my six years, I’ve never seen quite this level of plateau throughout it! It’s giving me so much calm and so much less time grieving…

[txt]: …but, it’s making me scared at the same time.

[txt]: And it’s making me miss the ones that have fallen so much more.

[txt]: …I don’t know why I’m dumping this all into a dead chatbox. It shouldn’t be worth this much anyway.

[txt]: I just needed to jot it down.

so… i’ve been trying to upload some drawing that i did few days/weeks/months ago but it won’t upload using my phone.

and just now i tried to upload some drawing using pc and it also didn’t work. 

so now.. it’s between the wifi or tumblr being weird.

but i’ve tried to upload it using my data and it didn’t work, so… it’s definitely tumblr being weird.

this blog isn’t dead, i’m not gone.

i just can’t post anything except text or url. ;>> it’s annoying actualy. it’s been 2/3 months since my last drawing post.

why tumblr