life isn't perfect but you seem to be

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Eric and Dylan got sucked into this appealing fantasy because it was an escape from the troubles of everyday life. When you have a place to go — whether it be home, school, a bar, a drug den, or a video game — where things seem perfect, then you go to that place as much as you can. It’s a type of drug — a fantasy — where happiness exists because things make sense, in real life, things didn’t make sense.

- No Easy Answers by Brooks Brown

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Ask/Request: Can I request an imagine? One where Tony visits the reader in hospital after they’ve attempted suicide? I understand if you don’t want to write it because of the subject matter. Thanks


Warning: Suicide attempt


A/N: If y’all ever need to talk to someone me and AK are always here for you. Please don’t feel like this is your only option.


Word Count: 1463


~ PLEASE IGNORE ANY ERRORS!! ~








I walked through the brightly lit corridors in the direction of the waiting room. I kept willing my mind to stop replaying the night’s events over and over again.

“You sure everything is fine?”

Y/N chuckled softly, pushing me towards the door, “Fine, I promise. Now go!! Everyone must be waiting for you.”

I sighed turning to face her and placing my hands on her arms, “You really don’t want to come? I promise it’ll be fun.”

She gave me a small smile, opening her bedroom door, “I’m good. My period is such a bitch you know? I’m just gonna curl up under the blankets and watch some Netflix.”

I allowed her to push me into the hallway before giving her one last frown, “I could stay here with you. You know to keep you company?”

She sighed, the ghost of a smirk on her lips, “Tony I’ll be fine. Go have fun okay?”

I grumbled a small ‘fine’ before pressing my lips to hers and then allowing her to close the door.

“It won’t be fun with you, you know!”

I heard her laugh from inside her room followed by a, “Go!”

I slowly made my way to the dining hall knowing that there was no way to have won that battle. Y/N was, besides myself, one of the most stubborn people I’ve ever met.

I ignored the worried  looks of the other avengers as I passed and collapsed into the nearby chair. I had a death grip on the coffee cup in my hands causing my knuckles to start turning white. I had no intention of drinking it, the mere sight of food made me visibly cringe, but I knew it would set the other avenger’s nerves to ease. Besides, it was kind of nice having something to hold on to.

“Where’s Y/N, Tony?”

“Is she okay?”

I nodded sitting in the empty chair between Wanda and Steve, mumbling ‘just cramps.’

Wanda gave me a small smile sensing how guilty I felt not being with her upstairs.

“I’ll go check on her in a little bit if you want, okay?”

I sighed, fidgeting with my fingers under the table, “Thanks Wanda… I’m just worried I guess.”

Wanda gave my arm a soft squeeze bringing my attention back to her, “It’ll be fine. Relax okay?”

I gave her a small smile and murmured a ‘thanks’ before turning towards everyone else and plastering my signature smile.

I felt the seat besides my own dip as someone sat down and I could feel their worried gaze on me but I ignored it. Everyone had been treating me as if I were a piece of glass. Like I’d break if they did the wrong thing.

“Tony…”

I ignored Steve’s voice and continued staring blankly at the wall as if something would change. Maybe deep down inside I thought that if I stared at the wall long enough I’d be able to wake up from this dream. This nightmare.

“Tony.”

It had been a little over an hour since dinner had started and the guilt of not being with Y/N had not subsided. In fact, the longer I stayed downstairs without her the worse I felt.

“I think I should go check up on Y/N… You know make sure she’s okay.”

Natasha gave me a small smile, handing me her glass of champagne “I’ll go. Just in case she needs to talk to someone. To another girl.”

I sighed, nodding, “Okay fine.”

I could see Natasha heading down the hall toward the elevator in order to get to Y/N’s room before the door closed behind her. I took a deep breath and turned back toward the rest of the team. Toward my friends. Something was not right tonight. I could feel it.

I glared at Steve as he placed his hand on my knee stopping me from, subconsciously, bouncing my leg up and down, “Did you need something or are you just trying to be an annoying little fuck?”

Steve cringed at my icy tone but shook it off placing his hand on my shoulder, “Tony… starving yourself won’t make this any better. You have to eat something. It’s been all night.”

I huffed shrugging Steve’s hand off my shoulder, “Not hungry. Thanks.”

Steve sighed running a hand through his hair, “Tony-”

“Mr. Stark?”

I jumped out of my seat and moved swiftly over to the nurse, “Yes?”

The nurse smiled, “She’s going to be alright. She is going to need to go through some rehabilitation-”

“Can I go see her?!”

The nurse nodded, “Sure. She might not be awake yet…”

I gave her a small smale and a ‘thank you’ before setting off down the hall to her room.

I took the stairs two at a time with everyone else in tow. Natasha’s scream had alerted us all that something was wrong.

Sure, we knew Natasha was perfectly capable of handling anything thrown her way, but we also knew that Natasha doesn’t scream. At least not unless something is very, very wrong.

“NATASHA?!”

I threw open the door to Y/N’s room and what I saw was enough to make every single one of the avengers scream.

My mind was racing. What if I say the wrong thing? What if I upset her? I’ve done the wrong thing plenty of times before, but this time it matters. It had always matter with Y/N. I had always tried to do the right thing around her. Tried to be the best boyfriend I could be. I obviously must have done something wrong if she felt like she had to go to such extremes as this. My fingers twitched above the doorknob willing myself to not relive what had happened again.

I ran towards the bathroom where Natasha was. She had pulled Y/N onto her lap and was frantically searching for the wound causing this much blood.

My eyes flicked over to the blood filled tub and then back to Y/N’s almost lifeless body in Natasha’s arms.

I bit my lip trying to be strong and hold back the tears threatening to fall, “Natasha you can stop checking for any large wounds. What we need is to get her to the hospital before it’s too late.”

Natasha huffed, standing up with Y/N’s limp body still in her arms, “How would you know?! We have to be sure!”

I growled, moving forward and taking Y/N from her arms and moving past everyone towards the door.

“You want to know how I know?! I’ve been here before! I remember doing this to myself!”

I let the door slam behind me as I started off at a run to get Y/N to the hospital.

I took one final breath before turning the doorknob and entering the room.

“Don’t. Don’t start apologizing like it was your fault.”

I sighed moving toward her bed and studying her face. Her eyes looked dull and sad, no longer hold the bright sparkle that they usually did. Her features were worn down by fatigue, with dark circles rimming her eyes. If I could only use one word to describe what Y/N looked like right now it would be broken. My Y/N, th one who was always smiling and whose laughter could light up a room, was broken.

I gave her a weak smile, “You look like shit.”

She let out a short laugh. But it was different. It was hollow.

We sat in a sense silence for what felt like forever before I finally spoke up.

“Why… why’d you do it? You could have come to one of us… You could have came to me…”

She sighed looking over at me with sad eyes, “I  couldn’t do it anymore. I was never good enough. There was always someone better no matter how hard I tried…”

I frowned, taking her hand in mine,  “But Y/N… you’re perfect. You’re my perfect. You always make everyone smile and brighten their day…. I know this probably doesn’t help but neither does taking your life… It might seem like your only option but it’s not. Trust me when I say it isn't’ worth it.”

Her gaze flicked down to where I held her hand in mine before she spoke.

“I… I just don’t know Tony. I felt like everyone would be better off without me. I like even if I tried to get better I’d be a waste of space…”

“But… I want to get better. I want to try… but I’ll need to know you’re there with me.”

I smiled giving her hand a soft squeeze, “Always. You made it for a reason love. I’ll be here with you every step of the way.”

 

(Hi so I’m shit sorry if this was bad. I wrote all of this when I was sick and on paper…. I'm  back though!!  - Stephanie)

Life is more than breathing.
It goes beyond just being.
Life is about the adventures,
and the self-discoveries.
Life is about 2am drives with 
no destination with people 
who actually matter.

And sometimes life gets hard
because no one said it was easy.
And sometimes it isn’t fair,
or perfect, or happy all the time.
Life is a series of fragments,
and moments that you have to
put together yourself.

There is no wrong you cannot right.
There is not a thing you cannot do.
Because life is made to be yours,
as crazy as that may seem sometimes.
And maybe one day you'll 
realize that life isn't what it
looks like on the cover of the box.

—  “This is your masterpiece”
remnant-thoughts

anonymous asked:

Hilary but how does Hook know Emma isn't sleeping??? *nudge nudge, wink wink*

Oh, but you are alone. Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness, in the bitter watches of the night, when all your life seems to shrink, the walls of your bower closing in about you, a hutch to trammel some wild thing?


He sits up with her, every night.

He listens as Camelot hushes, slows, fades, turns, and halts. They lie on the bed, with that spread of pink flowers picked on the counterpane, like the middlemist blossom that sits, still perfect, on the side table. Their cold fingers link, her smaller hand curling into the frame of his palm, as he holds her as tightly as he can, waits for her to come to him, to nestle her head into his shoulder. He can feel the weight of her exhaustion like a physical thing, wishes sorely, more than anything, that he could bear it for her.

(He should have taken on the darkness. It should have been him. The villain, the pirate. Not her, his beautiful, beautiful Swan.)

Emma lies in his arms as long as she can, their breathing slow and steady. But she always has to get up, pace restlessly to her work table, and finger through the shells and feathers and laces, to her newest obsession. To start to work, even as he watches the tides of the darkness close over her head. A dragon crouched on its hoard, her hair glowing like rivers of quicksilver in the moonlight.

She has never looked so beautiful. She has never looked so alien.

Killian tells himself he’ll stay awake all night with her, so she won’t have to sit there with just the demon in her head for company. But nonetheless, he’s still mortal, and he is not that strong. Eventually, his gritty eyes will flutter, and falter, and close, even as he’s fighting against it with all his might.

His dreams are unquiet and terrible.

Whenever he wakes in the morning, she has already gone.

(Failed.)

(Failed).

(Failed).

anonymous asked:

Katara focusing on her family isn't bad. Bringing peace, supporting Aang in bringing back balance between nations and taking care of her children are perfectly valid focus for her to have in life. Likewise, it's understandable that Aang would make bringing his entire dead culture back an incredibly important goal. And he may not have been perfect at all, but people do what they can. In the end all that's important is that they both seem to have loved each other and been happy with their lives.

What you said is true, the only thing that I disagree with is the way Aang went on about achieving his goal. He lived for his goals and he has a tremendous amount of responsibility towards the world and towards the air nomads. But in his goal he forgot to make his family the number one priorty. And that bothers me. I don’t feel that he is the person that can do that. He might have done it without being ill intended, but he is still very much responsible for his actions. 

He decided to have children, but you can’t have children to just pursue your own goals. That way your children end up getting hurt badly, because they don’t fit into that goal. What he should have done is always take time out for his entire family. And also include both Kya and Bumi in the restoration of the air nomad history. He could have given both of them different ways to help him, and in that way, they would have felt included not excluded. And it would have made the burden on Tenzin much smaller, and the jealousy towards him less than that. 

Ofcourse it is not perfect, and what Aang had to do was tremendously difficult, but before he has to answer to the world, he needs to answer to his wife and his children. They are his backbone, and his happiness in the world. His goals should have included everyone instead of excluded the others. 

If what he did wasn’t hurtfull, we wouldn’t have to see Bumi and Kya still seeking his recognition after all those years.

And what bothers me is that Katara never called out her husband in his behavior. Or we didn’t get to see why she didn’t stood up for her other two kids, who have felt inadequate for such a long time. 

I hope I explained this well, and I don’t put this up so people hate Kataang, not at all, I just hope we can have a discussion about those topics, and I feel we can learn from them aswell. So feel free to hit my anon-ask button anytime you want (but please be nice, I might cry XD)