suicide bridge

If you watched Logic’s powerful performance at the VMA’s, I’d like to share a story between him and I. 3 years ago he messaged me telling me to not give up on my dreams when I told him that my family was not supportive of me wanting to be a poet. I was suffering through years of severe depression. Last year I tried committing suicide on the bridge of my school, but I did not want to die, I wanted to feel alive. I remembered what he told me, to never give up and he had signed to Def Jam and I knew I too could reach my goals by not giving up. So I worked hard to achieve my passions, and today it’s been 4 months that I have published my poetry book and it is still leading strong as a Best Seller even beating celebrities in my genre. Thank you Logic for believing in me when I had no one to send me any positivity and thank you for helping millions of people with your music. @logic301

Can we talk about the recurring use of water as coping mechanisms/way to block out the negatives/cover up dark things in eyewitness. Literally everything had to do with water; Lukas throwing the gun in the quarry, Gabe and Helen forgetting the world in the canoe, Bella hiding by the shore before she got taken home, Philip being afraid to swim/go canoeing, Sita’s suicide from the bridge, Kane hiding the evidence in reservoir, Philip using the tap water to calm himself down, where Lukas was shot/Philip had to save him, where Kane went when he kidnapped the boys/went to die, even the title sequence is over the water. This show used the extended metaphor of water washing away the sins of the past. It’s pretty extraordinary how much they’ve worked it into it the story.

Park // Colby Brock

Prompt: Im too lazy for one …. :)

Warning: Swearing, cuteness

A/N: Please leave requests :)


She was so gorgeous. Here I am laying next to literally the perfect girl and I dont even have the balls to ask her out. She was totally my type and literally everything about her is just so perfect.

She’s gorgeous, sarcastic, funny, and so many other things. Nothing can describe how perfect she is. I was supposed to film with Sam but I forgot and I’m guessing he did too. He also I guess rescheduled the midnight game for another night.

I sighed and stood off the couch and turned off the TV. I picked up Y/N bridal style and carried her to her room.



I rubbed my tired eyes and sat up looking around my room. I stood up from my warm bed and dragged myself down the stairs and into the kitchen.

“Good morning sunshine.” Sam looked up from his phone. He was sat at the kitchen counter as Colby was looking around in the fridge.

“Morning Sam.” I rubbed my eyes once again. “Where is everyone else?”

“Work and other things.” Colby answered but didn’t bother to look at me as he grabbed a gallon of milk from the fridge. “The normal thing that adults do you knoww.”

“Oh.” I replied simply. “Is there any coffee?”

“Uh yeah Elton just made a fresh pot, it’s over there.” Sam pointed in the direction of it.

I poured myself a mug of hot black coffee and took a sip. “You don’t add sugar or anything?” Colby asked with a look of disgust on his beautiful face.

“Nope.” I shake my head and sat in the seat across from him.

“I am going to Kat’s today and Colby is going where ever he’s going, are you okay with being here alone for awhile?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, of course.” I nodded and took another sip of the warm beverage.

“Okay. Elton is probably staying at Amanda’s and I doubt Corey will be home until late tonight so you’ll have the house to yourself.”

“That’s great, I get to binge watch some shows.” I grin but really I just wanted to be alone do I could cry. Something I haven’t done in a little while

“By some shows do you mean Teen Wolf perchance?” Colby asked and I nodded.

“I was planning on watching American Horror Story.” I said. “But Teen Wolf seems morr appealing.”

“Okay well, we’ll seen you later.” Sam said and Colby kissed the top of my head before following Sam out.

“Yep.” I nod. “See ya. Have fun at Kat’s and you too with whatever you’re gonna be doing Colby.

“He’s probably gonna masturbate all day.” Sam said and my nose scrunched up in disgust.

“That’s gross, Sam.” I cringed.

“Very. But also a little true” Colby agrees.


Sam and Colby left about an hour ago and I was all ready to just lay on the couch and watch Teen Wolf but my phone rang.

(Italics: Gwen / Bold: Colby)



What do you want, Colb?

Why so grumpy?

I was ready to watch a show but you interrupted me.

Well, I’m bored and have nothing else to do or go alone soooooo come onnn

Fine, are you picking me up?

Yeah. Be there in an hour.



I hung up and jumped off the couch. I ran up the stairs and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair.

I put on my normal makeup and some red lipstick then grabbed a fast outfit. {Above} I left my hair down in its natural waves and headed down the stairs. I still had about 30 minutes until he got here.

I’m here. I looked at the text and smiled. I grabbed my purse off the couch and walked out the door. I opened the passenger door and slid in.

“So, what are we doing?” I asked as I buckled my seatbelt.

“I was thinking maybe we can just go to a park or something. I haven’t been to one in awhile.

“Okay.” I nod and he drives away and off to the park.


“This is gorgeous.” I say in awe as I look around the park. There was a huge gorgeous lake next to it as well.

“I know I love it here.” Colby smiled and dragged me over to the swings.

I threw my flannel onto the ground and sat on the swing. “Can you push me?” I turned to Colby and he nodded and began to push me softly.

Soon I was pretty high and the wind was blowing my long hair around.

“So Y/N, tell me about yourself.” Colby continued to pump his legs but looked at me with his beautiful eyes. You and Colby had only started talking like this about a week ago and it was great.

“What do you want to know?” I asked and turned my head towards him.

“mmmm favorite things, passions, everything.” He smiled at me.

“Uhm I really like to read, I love music, one of my passions is most definitely acting or singing. I used to do a lot of plays in high school and I loved it.” I say. “Oh and my favorite color is probably black or navy blue.”

“You like to act?” He asked.

“Yeah uh, I like to pretend to be someone I’m not because it makes me forget how shitty my life is and I can live in the persons life that I am acting as.” I say.

He hummed in response and rubbed his chin. “What?” I ask as I noticed the weird look he was giving me.

“Oh nothing.” He smirked and jumped off the swing.

I watched as he pulled out his phone and began taking photos of me. I squealed and cover my face and I jumped off the swing and crashed into him.

His phone fell and so did we. “Well that was fun.” I laughed and looked down at Colby who was under me.

“If you call breaking every bone in my body fun.” He groaned and I Laughed, standing up and putting my hands out to help him up.


About an hour passed and Colby had already hurt himself about 5 times. I loved watching him fall off of everything around him.

“Shit.” I heard and turned to see Colby on the mulch. I laughed and held my hand out to help pull him back onto the play set.

“Alright I think we both have enough scrapes. Let’s go home now.” I said and he groaned, shaking my hand up and down since he never let it go when I helped him.

“Nooooo.” He whined.

“Yes come on.” I intertwined our fingers and dragged him to the car.

He groaned the whole way but once we got to the car we let go and got in. The whole way home we listened to music and danced.

Being with Colby made everything better. He was the one thing that could get my mind off of my dead family. I looked over and him and smiled to myself.

When we got home Elton fired questions at us, well mainly me.

“Where were you?” “Why didnt you guys call?” “I thought you were kidnapped since I know you dont leave the house alone.”

“Elton I’m fine, I was with Colby all day.” I assured him.

“Jesus did you guys beat each other up? You’re all covered in bruises.” Elton examined my legs. I looked down and back up.

“Yeah Colby likes to beat me.” I smirked and Colby started explaining what actually happened.

Elton nodded and I started up the stairs. “Wait Y/N. Do you want to film a video?” Elton stopped me.

“What kind of video?”

“We’re gonna go to suicide bridge. You down?”

“Yeah I guess.” I shrugged and went upstairs so I could shower and change.

When I was finished getting ready {outfit above} in warm clothes since I knew I’d get extremely cold later tonight I went and laid on Colby’s bed, waiting for him to shower.



I got out of the shower and walked yo my room with the towel on my waist. When I entered I saw Y/N curled in a ball. She must’ve fallen asleep waiting for me.

I smiled at her and quickly got dressed while she slept. “Wake up!” I yelled and jumped on her when I was fully dressed.

She screamed and kicked up, hitting me in the balls. I doubled over and fell on the floor in pain. “Shit Colby I’m so sorry!” She said and fell on the ground next to me.

“Kiss it and make it feel better?” I said with my eyes still squeezed shut.

“You wish.” She said and kissed my cheek instead of my balls.

“Yes I do wish.” I winked in pain.

“shut up.” She laughed and waited.

When my balls finally felt like they weren’t in my stomach she helped me up and dragged me down the stairs and to where Elton and everyone me as waiting for us.

“Were you guys fucking? We heard loud noises.” Sam smirked.

Gwen’s nose scrunched up in disgust and she shook her head. “I fell asleep waiting for him and he jumped on me and scared me so I accidentally kneed him in the balls.”

“Yeah accidentally.” I joked and rolled my eyes playfully.

“I can do it again if you’d like.”

“No please.” I put my hands over my jeans to protect me against any sudden blows.

“Alright you guys ready?” Elton asked as he picked up his camera. The room filled with “yes” and we all walked out to Elton’s car.


Once we got there Elton sat up his camera and we filmed the intro. While we filmed the into Y/N stood between me and Sam with her head down.

Y/N held onto the Ouija board with one hand and the other was laced with mine. Her hand was cold and she was shaking. I didn’t know if it was from fright or she was just cold but either way I held her close to me.

This was our third time being here and I felt as though out of us all Corey and Y/N would be the most scared.

“I know we’re descending into hell right now but 30,000 likes and Y/N and Colby will kiss” Elton smirked behind the camera.

“No we won’t.” Y/N denied and flipped Elton off. I wouldn’t mind kissing her but I also didnt want that to be our first kiss.

On the way down we saw a car and heard a few things. Y/N held onto me tightly but didn’t say she was scared to anyone. The last thing she said since the camera came out was her telling Elton no about the kissing thing.

“Ouch!” I heard Y/N screeched and I turned to her with concern. There was a cut in the middle of her hand and it was bleeding.

“Shit Y/N what happened?” Elton rushed over to her.

“I’m not sure.” She said snd showed the camera her hand. “Damn that hurt.” she laughed it off.

“Alright well if you’re okay then let’s get to our spot.” she nodded and we all continued our way.



We played the Ouija board and after a few questions we got to one asking if we were gonna die tonight.

“Fuck.” I groaned as I felt something go down my face and onto my lip. I was behind Elton since I didnt wanna play. I looked up and seen that Sam’s nose was bleeding.

“Guys?” I asked and they all turned to me. Elton’s flashlight went onto me and I wiped my nose and there was blood on my fingers.

“What the hell!” Colby rushed over to me and looked at my nose. “What happened?”

Everyone was freaking out and I was pretty calm, even though my nose was all bloody. Sam was pretty calm as well. Elton handed me something and I cleaned myself up.

After awhile of them freaking out and playing the game we all decided we would go to sleep. It was Amanda next to Elton and then Sam then Corey.

I sat up with Colby since I knew I wouldn’t sleep. I never sleep.

Colby soon passed out and I just stood on the wall with my head against it and eyes closed.

“What the fuck!” Corey shot up and was yelling over and over. We all looked at him with confusion as he explained that someone pulled his blanket.

“Guys can we leave?” I asked and grabbed Colby’s hand for protection. He held me close and looked at Elton asking if we could leave.

They all nodded and got the equipment and began running. We finally got to the top and made out way to the car. Once we got there we did the outro and went on our way home.

Pacific Northwest Gothic

  • the fog is so thick, you can barely make out your hand in front of your face, let alone identify the shapes and shadows around you. Grotesque shapes and forms, could be a tree or something else. You cannot know for certain.
  • The mountains stir and shift. A hole opens in the ground, exposing the bowels of the earth. It calls to you, but who knows how long until it snaps shut once more.
  • “Another Grizzly attack” they say, tucking their hats down low over their eyes. “Sixth one this week, but we haven’t caught the beast yet.” They keep looking, but you know its not a bear that their looking for.
  • Single lane roads twist and turn so sharply, you cannot see beyond the sharp turns, cannot see what is waiting for you from the woods.
  • Not even the waters of the Missoula flood could conquer the Colombia gorge, why did mankind think that they could?
  • The ground rumbles and shakes beneath your feet and you smile and say “Another earthquake,” and pretend you do not know what is waking up.
  • Houses so deep in the forests, you wouldn’t know they exist if it weren’t for the post box and trail. 
  • Building the railroad through the mountains, who knows how many workers died up there, their bones left inside the mountains to be forgotten.
  • “There is something hiding in the woods,” the children whisper to each other, but you don’t try to comfort or correct them. It’s best they learn now to fear, than to learn later.
  • You keep your eyes up, not on the road, as you drive under suicide bridge. You can never be too careful.
  • Another girl drowned in the river, and they only look for her body halfheartedly, for decorum’s sake. You all know the river takes as good as it gives.
  • When they built the dam, the entire town let out its breath like a sigh of relief. Their secrets are buried under the water, now.
  • You’ve gone so long without the sun, it frightens you when you finally see it, exposed and naked in the cloudless sky. You shut the blinds and crawl back into bed to wait out the storm.
  • God only knows what happened to all those poor people on the mountain. We only ever found their cars, after all, their belongings still inside. 
  • There are meetings out there, in the woods. You know, you can hear them. They dance around a bonfire and sing to the forces older than the Gods you know, and this power is real.
  • They call the stretch of water the Graveyard of the pacific and they aren’t wrong. The Columbia Bar claimed more than 2,000 ships, the water is greedy here.
  • Migrant workers moving between town and farm and work, their dark eyes gleaming with secrets you could not even begin to comprehend.
  • The rain is so hard sometimes, you swear it feels like penance. God’s rain to wash away the devil’s weight, and you know it’ll be okay when it stops because the rain’ll be back right in time to wash your soul clean of sin again.
BTS scenario- Suicidal girlfriend

Hi! I don’t know if anyone’s don’t this yet. But can you do a written scenario where BTS’ girlfriend is about to jump off a bridge? Like suicidal? Thank you so much :)

Hi im sorrg but i feel sorta bleh so could you please do a writing one where bts talks yoh out of suicide/cutting? Thankyou. Btw if you feel uncomfortable with doing it dont worry i understand!! I love you and your blog btw aa

I’m really sorry, but I had to change this up a bit, in order to avoid making it repetitive. I feel they would all have similar reactions if faced by the same situation, so I decided to keep the suicidal note, but change it a little bit. I hope you don’t mind. However, you can request a specific scenario for your bias in this situation if you are not happy with this.

TRIGGER WARNING: This contains hints at suicide attempts, self-harm, and other triggering topics. Do not read if you are triggered by these things.


He walked into the house, and was taken aback by the sudden silence. You were usually home watching a movie at this time, waiting for him to come home so you could both cook dinner together. He called your name a couple of times, but received no reply. He frowned.

He began walking through the apartment, calling out your name, and checking every room, but you weren’t there. He began to panic, running his hands through his hair, trying to figure out where you could be. If you had gone out, you would have left him a post it note on the fridge, like you always did, but there was nothing there. He sat there, tapping his foot impatiently, until the idea of calling your phone suddenly crossed his mind.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, and dialed your number. It rang a few times, and he was so stressed, he almost didn’t hear the familiar melody break the silence. He recognized his own song, War of Hormone, being played as your ring tone. Voice mail. He hung up and tried calling again, this time following the sound of the melody. He walked back into your room, trying to figure out where your phone could be.

That’s when he saw you, dressed in your white nightgown, sitting on the edge of your balcony’s wall, feet dangling off the edge, and hair dancing in the wind. His eyes widened at the sight, what on earth were you doing?

He saw you move your hand towards your face, and wipe away a tear, before beginning to rock your body, creating momentum. He wanted to yell, but he restrained himself, knowing that startling you could very well end terribly. Instead, he quietly made his way towards the balcony’s door, opening it softly, and tip toeing his way behind you. He saw you swing your body once again, this time with more force, as you closed your eyes tightly, and sighed, preparing yourself.

Before you could jump, you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your torso, and pull you back onto the floor of your balcony.

“What were you doing Y/N!” Jin yelled at you, his heart beating at an impossibly fast pace, you could feel it against your back. You felt the tears begin to roll out of your eyes furiously.

“I-I… I don’t know.” You choked out. He turned you around, so you were looking into his eyes.

“Why were you going to jump off our balcony?” he asked you, his beautiful dark orbs staring straight into yours so intensely you felt yourself melt under them.

“This is too much… I can’t do this anymore. Your fans hate me. They HATE me! They send me death threats Jin, but that’s not the worst bit. What hurts most is hearing them say how I’m not good enough for you, every single day. Do you know how much that hurts? I can’t handle this anymore. I’m not strong enough!” You told him, your voice shrill.

“And what? You decide to just kill yourself? How is that going to solve anything?! How could you be so selfish! Do you know how much you would hurt me if you jumped off this balcony? Do you know how you’d break me? You’d kill me too Y/N. I can’t live without you. You can’t be so selfish!” He yelled at you, and although he kept his tone angry, you could see the tears forming in his eyes.

“I’m sorry” You cried out, as you clutched onto his chest, tears staining his shirt. You began shaking, as you realized what you were about to do. “I’m so sorry Jin.”

“It’s okay… But just… Don’t ever do that again. Ever. You hear me? Next time you feel like this you come to talk to me first, and we get through it together. We are a team. Understood?” he told you, as he gently patted your head. You nodded.

You felt tears drop on your hair, but you ignored them. You stayed with Jin on the floor of your balcony for another hour, just crying into his embrace, until it got too cold to stay outside, and he ushered you in, closing the door behind him. He tucked you in bed, and began playing your favorite movie, before rushing to the kitchen to make you a hot chocolate. Once he came back, he handed you the drink, and slipped into bed with you, holding you close.

He didn’t sleep that night, too scared of you slipping out of his arms, and going back to the balcony.


He was happy, he got to go home early because some of his schedules got cancelled, and decided not to tell you, so he could surprise you. It was a Saturday night, and he knew you’d probably be home, since you weren’t a big fan of clubbing. He smiled the whole journey to your apartment, imagining your expression once you saw him.

He dug into his pockets, looking for the spare key to your apartment, and pulled it out quickly, his hands shaking with expectation. He managed to open the door, and stepped inside. Odd, you weren’t on the sofa, or in the kitchen, usually you ate dinner at this time. He quietly made his way into your house.

That’s when he noticed water flooding your corridor, coming straight from your bathroom. Had you left a tap open and forgotten about it? He rolled his eyes, knowing it was very likely that you had completely forgotten about this.

He grabbed your bathroom’s door handle, and attempted to open it, but the door didn’t budge. It was locked. From the inside. His brain quickly connected the dots. You were in there, there was water flooding your hallway, and you weren’t answering his calls. Something was clearly wrong.

“Y/N! Y/N! ARE YOU IN THERE?” He yelled, while pounding on the door. No reply. He tried again, but still there was no reply. He began to panic, banging on the door until his knuckles felt sore, but you wouldn’t open the door.

He took a deep breath, and ran against the door, pushing it with his shoulder. He heard something wooden snap, and the door gave in under his weight. He barged into the room, and his eyes frantically searched for you. He noticed your body under all the water in the bathtub, completely still. His eyes widened at the sight, and he was by your side as fast as lightning.

He pulled your body out of the water, and onto the floor. He noticed your lips becoming blue, and the extreme paleness of your skin, and feared the worst. His shaking hands desperately reached for your neck, trying to check for a pulse. He found it, but it was weak. He gave you mouth to mouth, while pumping your chest. He grabbed his phone from his pocket, and quickly dialed the emergency number. He put it on speaker, as he continued to pump at your chest. He gave them the information they needed, and hung up before breathing into your mouth once more.

You choked out on the water, and stared up at him, confused. You noticed the tear rolling down his face, and you raised your hand to wipe them. He leaned in to your hand, and closed his eyes.

“I thought I was going to lose you…” He choked out. Your heart broke.

“I’m sorry Jiminie…” You managed to whisper, although the sound basically died in your throat.

“Why?” he asked, tears rolling down his cheeks aggressively. You closed your eyes, and sighed.

“Because I don’t want to be here anymore… I’ve been fighting such a long time; I just can’t do it anymore. I didn’t… I didn’t mean to… I just slid down the bath and… I gave up” You confessed, and you meant that, you didn’t realize what was happening until everything turned black and the next thing you knew was that Jimin was standing beside you, half drenched in water from your bathtub, crying his eyes out.

The ambulance arrived soon, and took you to the hospital as fast as they could, to check that there was no serious or permanent damage. Jimin rode by your side, holding your hand, and although you kept saying you were fine, he couldn’t help kicking himself over the fact that he didn’t notice what you were going through, and wasn’t there to help you.

He made sure to remove the lock of the bathroom once you got back, and every day he would make sure to let you know how important you are to him, and how much he needs you in his life. But the fear never quite left him.



“You are fat”

“Why would J-Hope Oppa ever date this thing?”

“He will leave you as soon as he meets someone better, and that will be soon.”

“You are so ugly, you deserve to die”

“You should kill yourself”

You read, and re-read all of the messages you received on your social networks, whenever you tweeted, whenever you posted a picture. The rational part of yourself told you not to listen to them, that it was just plain hate from girls who were just jealous, because you were dating J-Hope, that those words were meant specifically to hurt you, but the other part of you felt the daggers in your heart every time you read those words. It wasn’t just once, it was constant, all the time, every day. They would replay in your mind over and over, until what you saw in the mirror disgusted you.

You started believing them, questioning what your boyfriend even saw on you, wondering if he would actually leave you for someone better, someone with a nicer body shape, someone whose laugh wasn’t as awkward, someone who danced better. It was stupid, because he had never given you reasons to believe so, but the doubt was always there.

It started eating you up inside and you began hating yourself more and more, but this time it was worse, because your boyfriend wasn’t there to cheer you up, to give you hope. He would be away for three months promoting his new single, and you had no one there to catch you while you fell.

You couldn’t control the way your face looked, you just didn’t have enough money to pay for the surgery with all the college fees and living expenses, but there was something you could change yourself, and that was your weight.

You began eating less and less, until your only intake was a heavy cup of coffee with two spoonfuls of sugar to get you through the day. Each and every day, you read the comments those girls sent you, and you felt your confidence shattering around you. You covered all of your mirrors by taping cardboard on them, and turned away from any reflecting surface.

You felt your energy slip through your fingers, little by little. Waking up every day was becoming a challenge you weren’t strong enough to face. You hadn’t seen yourself, but your body was slowly crippling away, you were losing yourself.  Your bones were showing through your skin, which had become thinner and paler. You were deficient in so many minerals and vitamins your skin bruised easily even with the slightest of bumps, and your hair had become weaker. Truth be told, you were starving yourself to death, and you didn’t even acknowledge it.

You cried yourself to sleep every night, reading the comments those girls left you on your social networks. You had stopped posting pictures of yourself, and you had decided to tweet the least possible, but the comments never stopped coming. Day after day, those girls harassed you with insults, but you just couldn’t stop staring. You knew it was torture, and you knew it wasn’t healthy but you couldn’t stop. The comments cut you deep like knives.

You had wanted to call Hoseok so many times, but instead you patiently waited for his calls, and listened to his voice tell you how much fun he was having, how great the shows were, how hard he was working, and finally how much he missed you. You lived for those three little words.

You counted the days until he got back, but at some point, the days merged, and you lost track of time, you couldn’t even think straight.

You had no idea what day it was, what time it was, or even if you had class that day, you were too tired to move. You felt your body give out, and you collapsed on the bed, your laptop open in front of you. You tried to get up again, but you just couldn’t.

You heard him walk through the door and call your name, and you wanted to call back at him, but you couldn’t speak. You just lay there, motionless, your eyesight coming in and out of focus.

You could hear his footsteps become faster as he frantically searched for you. He was getting closer. You heard him open the door to your room, and you smiled, you could smell his cologne all the way over from the bed.

Suddenly everything went black.

You were shaken awake by your boyfriend, who was also currently screaming your name in your ear with panic in his voice. You fluttered your eyes open, and tried very hard to focus on his frame.

“Y/N!” He screamed, once he saw you open your eyes, you smiled. The sound of his voice was music to your ears.

“What happened here? Are you alright?” He asked you, and you could hear his voice a whole octave higher than usual, as he panicked. You nodded, and with his help you sat up.

That’s when he noticed your state of pure famine. He took in your body with eyes open wide, and gasped in shock.

“What happened to you?! What have you done?!” He squeaked out, could his voice go any higher?

“I… wanted to be good enough… for you” You managed to whisper out to him. He shook his head and began crying.

“You have always been good enough for me. More than good enough. Look at what you’ve done… How long have you been starving yourself? This isn’t healthy Y/N! You are always beautiful to me, but right now you are not healthy! Let me call the hospital, we need to take you right now, before you die.” He hurried to the phone, and dialed the number to warn them of your arrival.

He carried you to the car since you were too weak to move, and drove as quickly as possible. The whole journey he kept silent, tears running down his face. You thought he was angry at you, but in reality, he was just kicking himself over not having been there to lift you up when you most needed it.

You were at the hospital for quite some time, you needed to recover from all the damage you had caused to your body, and he visited every day, even stayed some nights too. He brought presents with him every time, teddies, flowers, jewelry… You name it.

Once you got allowed to go back home, he was over the moon, he threw a small party for just the two of you, and planned a whole movie night full of those chick flicks you always want to watch. He took care of you, better than he had ever done before, he made sure you ate all your meals, and took good care of yourself, praising you every single time you finished a dish, and most importantly, he forbade you from using social networks like those, so you couldn’t read the hateful comments.

You never found this out, but he made sure to make a point on the bands twitter, and all of the social networks he could get his hand on, to let the fans know he had read what they had sent you, and the damage it had caused you, and how he wasn’t happy with it at all. He asked them all to be supportive of you, and your relationship, because he loved you more than anything in his life, and nothing they could do would change his feelings.


He knew you better than anyone, he knew everything about you, every tiny little detail you deemed so insignificant you never stopped to think twice about it, he knew. You had first been best friends, since childhood, but one day, the small fist fights, and hair pulls, and bites had suddenly turned into shy glances, warm smiles, hand holding and innocent kisses.

It was a dream, to be in love with your best friend. He could tell when you lied by the way you picked at your hands nervously, or when you hid your excitement about something by the way your eyes sparkled, he could tell when you were hungry just by the tone of your voice, or when you wanted to cry just by the way you breathed. He knew exactly how you liked your hot chocolate, how much salt you put in your food, and how many minutes it took you to fall asleep once you had closed your eyes.

So it was only natural for him to know how you were truly feeling by the way you had typed out that text message. As soon as the words flashed on the screen he felt a shiver run down your spine. He panicked. He ran to his closet, and grabbed a hoody, he called out to Jin saying he would be heading out for a while, and that you needed him, and left the apartment before slipping his shoes on.

He ran down the streets, clutching the hoody closer to his body. It was dark and cold, and he was worried about you being out by yourself at this hour in a town so big. He held his phone tightly in his hand, hoping to receive a new text from you, anything that let him know you were alright, but the damn cell phone remained mute.

His breath created small clouds of fog on the air, as he hurried on his way. He knew exactly where you would be, the same place you always were when you were upset. He ran past strangers who gave him weird looks, but he ignored them, right now he was too worried to even care.

He had always been aware of the tense relationship between your step-father and you, how the man had taken a deep disliking to you from the moment he walked into your lives, and how you had tried your hardest to accept him for your mother’s sake. He also knew your father was an aggressive man, and he had a very loose hand, which would meet your face instantly the moment anything about you displeased him. You had actually ran away to Jungkook’s house before, living with him for a few weeks until the situation at home had simmered down. So with those few words in a rushed text, he knew once again things had gotten out of hand.

His heart ached at the idea of you being hurt once again, and his brain imagined the worst case scenario. He sped up his pace, his long legs leaping, had he ran a little faster he would have sworn he was flying.

He spotted the path that led to your favorite cliff, and began sprinting towards it so hard he felt his clothes dampen from the sweat. He was beginning to pant, and the cold air burned his throat whenever he took in a breath.

You stood there, at the edge of the cliff that overlooked the town, the houses looked like minuscule lights that brightened the landscape, it fascinated how they twinkled like little stars on earth. You sighed deeply, rubbing your arms harshly with your hands. You had ran out of your house in your pajamas, completely forgetting to grab any form of jacket, or even shoes.

You felt the cold grass tickle the soles of your bleeding feet. You were going to miss this sight, or maybe not, you weren’t sure what was waiting for you on the other side, but you were about to find out. You took a step closer to the edge of the cliff, and looked down at the fall. You shuddered. You closed your eyes and prepared yourself.

“Y/N DON’T DO IT!” You heard. You opened your eyes widely and gasped. You recognized the voice, you could recognize it anywhere. You felt tears springing up in your eyes. You heard him pant as he ran up to you. You refused to turn around.

“Please, don’t do it” He begged, his voice cutting from the deep breaths he was taking. You felt his hand on your shoulder. Your toes curled at the edge of the cliff, but you let Jungkook pull you back until you were at a safe distance from the cliff.

“I know what you are feeling, I know. But this is not the solution. This is not the way to solve things. Soon you’ll be out of there forever, and you’ll never have to see him again. I know it is tough, and I know it is too much to ask of you, but you have made it this far, what more is another year?” he asked you, and you began bawling, falling to your knees and hiding your face behind your hands.

“I just want to get away from that house Jungkook!” You screamed into your hands, and his heart broke. He knelt down in front of you and gingerly removed your hands from your face. He put his thumb underneath your chin, and tilted your face upwards. He felt his stomach churn when he noticed the bruises covering your cheek.

“I know Y/N, I know… But you can’t just end your life. I know it hurts, but you will just cause more pain to this world if you leave like that. Think about your mom, think about me. Do you not understand how much I love you?” he asked you, kissing your lips softly, and you could tell he was restraining the tears that were threatening to fall.

“What can I do Kookie? I don’t want to go back…” you cried as you held him tightly.

“Move in with us” He told you, just as surprised as you by his sudden outburst. You looked up at him, mouth slightly agape.

“You mean that?” You asked, and he nodded, pushing your head against his chest.

“I’m sure the guys won’t mind, and manager-hyung will be okay once we explain the situation. It will have to be a secret, the fans won’t be happy, but I’m sure we can work it all out in due time. Just move in with us” He told you, and you nodded, the tears had suddenly stopped, and you had begun seeing light at the end of the long, gloomy tunnel that had been your life.


Rap Monster:

You missed her. You felt like someone had taken a large chunk out of your heart, and thrown it to the ground before stepping all over it. You felt empty, hollow, you felt like there was a void inside you that nothing would ever be able to fill. She was your best friend, and now she was gone, forever.

You clung onto every single memory you had of her, desperate to not forget. You tried remembering all the little details about her you always took for granted, like how yellow was her favorite color, and it suited her so well, because it was the color of sunshine, and warmth, and joy, and that was all she was, even in the darkest of moments. You remembered how she always wore heels, regardless of climate, and could run on them better than any human should be able to. You remembered the color of her hair, and the way it shone in the sun, and the way her smile spread across her cheeks whenever she spoke about something that excited her, and the warm that her hugs held.

But slowly, you panicked, because you were starting to forget the tone of her voice, and the color of her eyes, and the way she always smelled. Was it sweet? Was it fresh? You repeated the videos you had with her, over and over, trying to carve the sound of her voice into your brain.

You felt at fault, in reality, because you hadn’t talked her out of driving that rainy night. She wanted to see her boyfriend, she was excited about this new guy, he was finally proving to be worthy of her, and you didn’t have the heart to tell her to postpone her date. Oh, how you regretted this. Every day, the guilt tore you up inside, making you imagine all the possible things you could have done to prevent this from happening.

The moment you received the call from the hospital, you rushed out of your shared apartment with Namjoon, dressed in your at home clothes, and went to visit her. They did everything they could, but the damage was too extensive, and soon her life slipped away, and with it, all your happiness did too.

The night after your funeral, you couldn’t sleep. You slipped out of bed when Namjoon was sleeping, and somehow managed to sneak into the graveyard unnoticed. You ran to her fresh grave, and laid down on it, heavy tears rolling down your face and hitting the cold marble. You mumbled endless apologies; you poured your heart out to her, begging her to come back, wishing for her to return even just for one minute. You fell asleep on her grave, it was the least you could do, you couldn’t abandon her on her first night on that cold hole in the ground, you couldn’t leave her alone.

Namjoon found you the morning after: as soon as he woke up and noticed your absence he knew where you would be. He was understanding, and caring, and he gave you enough space to mourn, while still showing you his love and support. He was a true sweetheart, so patient with you even when you wouldn’t talk for days in a row.

You were slipping away from reality. The first few nights, you woke up sweating and screaming, nightmares populated your mind, tricking you into imagining her last few moments, the moment of the impact, and what must have been running through her mind before everything turned black.

Soon, you craved those dreams, you craved seeing her in your mind once you closed your eyes, and thus you lost yourself to sleep. You slept all day long, so much it couldn’t have been healthy, and you’d wake up in tears, the emptiness taking its place again in your chest.

You missed her, so you slept, you skipped on most meals, but you didn’t care, you just wanted to sleep.

Namjoon grew worried, but he didn’t know what to do, whenever he suggested something, you rejected it, he felt like you were distancing yourself from him even though you were sleeping in the same bed.

One day, you dreamt about the solution to it all. If you couldn’t be with here where you were, you’d join her in her new realm. So you waited until Namjoon had left for practice, and you prepared yourself mentally for it.

You grabbed a pen and a piece of paper, and wrote a letter for your boyfriend to find once he got home, explaining everything to him, your feelings, how you loved him dearly, but you couldn’t handle the emptiness anymore, and how he should not blame himself for anything because it had been your own choice.

You searched through the cupboards, grabbed the bleach and a tea cup, and walked back to your room. You sat down on your bed, and meditated over what you were going to do. You closed your eyes and prayed, hoping Namjoon would forgive you one day.

You poured some bleach into the cup, and scrunched your nose up at the smell. You sighed deeply, before bringing the cup to your lips, and downing its contents. You felt it burn your throat. You poured some more into the cup, and brought it to your lips again.

“STOP!” You heard Namjoon’s voice boom at you as he ran towards you. He snatched the cup from your hands, and put it on the bedside table.

“Did you drink any?” He asked you, and you nodded. “Oh God!”

He ran to the house-phone, and called an ambulance. He turned to look at you with eyes covered with fear and worry.

“Why? Why would you ever want to leave me? Why would you hurt me like this? Am I nothing to you? Do you understand what your loss would do to me?” He cried into your shoulder as he held you close. You muttered an apology, as you too were reduced to tears.

The ambulance soon arrived, and luckily for you, the effects of the poison were reversed. You were allowed to go home once you were strong enough to eat solid food. Namjoon was glad. He had been with you every day, but he had remained silent. You were worried you had lost him too.

You entered home, and walked to the room, plopping down on the bed, sighing with pleasure at the comfort of your own precious mattress under your body.

“It’s not me you would have let down you know? She wouldn’t have forgiven you either” He told you, and that moment you understood. Your friend wouldn’t have accepted this course of action from you either. She would have wanted you to move on, to find a new friend, to live your life to the fullest for you, and for her. So you did, with some professional counseling, and Namjoon’s constant support, little by little you got over the death, forgiving yourself, but never forgetting your friend. One thing was sure, if you ever had a daughter with Namjoon, both of you knew what you would name her.


The all too familiar wave of sadness came back, filling your chest, and numbing down your body. It was awful, like the world had stripped you of everything that ever made you happy. You struggled to smile, you didn’t laugh anymore, you barely ate what you had cooked, and you refused to go out unless it was strictly necessary. You felt like a rainy day when everyone else was a clear blue sky.

You hated having to take pills to be functional, you hated not being normal, and you hated how you had brought your boyfriend into this situation. He had fallen in love with you the way you were, depression and all, and constantly tried to help you through it, reminding you to take your medication, trying his hardest to get you to leave the house even though he himself disliked going outside. You were thankful, but you couldn’t help feeling like a burden on him.

He never complained, he never said anything to you about being bothered by your troubles, but it still made you feel like he deserved better than a barely functional girl who needed pills just to be normal. You wished you could be normal, just for him.

Some days the sadness got unbearable, and you were brought down until you were a crippled ball curled up on the bed, surrounded by tissues and chocolate wrappers. It embarrassed you. You didn’t even have a good enough reason to feel the way you did, you had had a pretty comfortable life: your parents hadn’t been abusive, they weren’t exactly supportive, but they were your average parents, you had a couple of friends you saw every now and again, you weren’t bullied at school even though you weren’t exactly popular, even your boss wasn’t that bad. You felt like you were just being a whiny baby, with no reason to feel depressed. You felt weak.

You played with the pills in your hand, as you lounged about on the sofa, waiting for the guys to come home from practice. They were running late, as usual. Yoongi always made you carry a spare container with your antidepressants on it in your handbag, just in case you were not at home at the time you were supposed to take them. You twirled the small pills between your fingers and winced disgustedly at the thought of needing them just to not be a mess on the corner. You were amazed at the power they held over you.

Your mind began running to dark corners you had been trying to avoid for such a long time. You started to wonder if you would ever feel normal again, if you would ever not need the pills, if you would be able to be the woman Suga deserved. The thoughts clouded your mind, making you feel dizzy, and suffocated.

You rushed to the bathroom, and turned on the tap. You splashed water on your face to try to wake you up a little, and dried it off with the small hand towel you assumed Jin had carefully hanged beside the sink. You stared at your reflection in the mirror, and began to cry silently. You looked into your eyes and noticed the spark they used to have when you were younger was gone.

You ran your hands through your hair, and sighed loudly. You were such a failure, a disappointment, a loser, a nobody. Suga could do so much better than you, he could be with a pretty idol, or even just a normal girl, who was happy and smiled, and laughed, but instead he was stuck looking after you. Maybe he didn’t even love you, but was scared of you running off to do something reckless if he left. You were just a burden on him.

So you took out your pills, and spread them on your hand. You counted, and you were sure there were enough to overdose in just that handful, they were pretty strong too.

You grabbed one, holding it with your thumb and pointer finger, and looked at it for a few seconds.

This one, was for all those nights you cried yourself to sleep. You popped it into your mouth, and swallowed. You grabbed the next one.

This one, was for all the therapists you had paid, and had never helped you.

This one, was for all the times you looked at yourself in the mirror and cried.

This one was for all those times you tried to smile, but you couldn’t.

This one was for disappointing all of your loved ones.

This one was for being so weak.

This one, was for bringing Suga into a situation that he didn’t deserve to be brought into.

This one was for never being able to give Suga a normal relationship.

This one, was for having to take these damn pills.

You were beginning to feel dizzy from the pills. You kept taking them, one by one, listing the reasons why you wanted to end your life.

You didn’t realize when the bathroom door slammed open, your boyfriend heaving at the doorframe, staring at you with a horrified expression.

“What are you doing?!” He asked you, slapping the pills away from your hand. You hadn’t finished taking them all.

“Yoongi I-“ you began, but you felt yourself lose balance. He managed to hold you up before your knees could give out underneath you.

“You took so many pills… Why Y/N, why?” He asked you, and though you couldn’t see his eyes, you could hear by his voice that he was breaking down into tears.

“I just wanted it all to stop Yoongi… I was tired of being a burden on you” You whispered out, with a slight smile, you felt the world begin to fade away.

“You have never been a burden on me Y/N… I want to help you… I want to help you feel better because I love you. I love you Y/N. Don’t give up on me, Jimin is on the phone with the ambulance. Don’t you give up on me Y/N!” He called you through sniffles and broken words, you felt drops fall on your face, and you knew he was crying. He bent over and kissed you repeatedly, desperately, like he never had done before.

“I’ll get better for you…” You whispered, before you were drawn into the dark.

You woke up with the steady beating of a heart monitor, and you opened your eyes slowly. You looked around the room, and noticed Suga’s eyes on you, purple circles under his eyes, and his face paler than usual. You noticed the other boys sat around the room, the younger two three napping, Jin sipping on coffee, and Namjoon and Hoseok standing by the door, ready to move out if the nurses needed space, chatting about something you couldn’t quite hear.

“Hey…” Yoongi whispered softly, and from the corner of your eye you saw Namjoon leave the room to call a nurse.

“Hey…” you whispered back, your voice hoarse.

“You made it” He told you with a weak smile, and you could see in his eyes how scared he was. You nodded.

“Don’t ever do this to me again… Please… I need you in my life. I love you too much to lose you. I know you can get through this, WE can get through this. We can do it, together” He told you, holding your hand tightly within his, and kissing the tips of your fingers.

“I will fight, as long as you are here to help me I promise I will get better” You smiled at him, and motioning him to come forward, so you could kiss his lips once more.

And fight you did, until one day, you no longer needed those damn pills, and they became distant memories at the back of your brain, and you shared a long, happy relationship with Yoongi, full of laughs and smiles, and all the good things common couples share.



You had met Tae at the beginning of fall, when the trees began to turn golden, and the leaves dried up and gently floated down onto the floor. It was a cute story, actually, the kind of thing you usually only see in dramas and Hollywood movies.

The weather had just recently become chilly, and you were more than glad to be able to bring your cute sweaters out. Fall was your favorite season after all. You grabbed a beanie, pulled it over your head and headed out. You made your way to the park, your favorite place during the Fall, jumping on all the big, dry leaves you found on your way, enjoying the sweet symphony they made as they crunched under your weight.

You were so concentrated on the melodies you created with your feet; you didn’t notice the stranger running straight at you. He collided with you, sending you tumbling down onto the grass. You found yourself sat awkwardly on the floor, staring up at the stranger with confusion, trying to make sense of what had happened.

The stranger too had fallen onto the ground, but he got up immediately, offering you his hand to help you up. You looked up at him, and the moment your eyes met his, you had fallen. Those beautiful, intense eyes had you fallen into a deep abyss of love, and you were ready for it. The cheeky squared grin was just an incredible bonus. And that’s how you met, he offered you his name in exchange for yours, and insisted he bought you an ice cream as compensation, and eventually, he managed to get your number, and schedule a date for the following day.

You two had met in the fall, which means long sleeves, large sweaters, hoodies, and the like were all a key part of your wardrobe. You were grateful for that, because it meant that you didn’t have to give any explanations, and thus wouldn’t risk getting your boyfriend away.

It was the beginning of winter, on Christmas Eve, Tae had asked you to meet up for a few hours, to exchange gifts before heading home to spend some family time. You met up at a small café you had found on one of your adventurous dates, where they sold the best hot chocolate you had ever tasted.

Somewhere along your conversation, you reached over the table to caress his cheek, and gravity betrayed you, making your sweater’s sleeve slide down your arm, revealing the red slashes on your wrist and forearm. Taehyung’s eyes went wide, he grabbed your arm, and stared at the slashes before looking up at you. You turned away from him, and tried to pull your arm back, but he held it in place. You felt ashamed, and embarrassed, expecting some sort of negative reaction from him.

He pulled your arm closer to his face, and one by one kissed all your scars. You turned to look at him surprised.

“Don’t do it again please” He begged, his intense gaze boring into you.  You nodded, and promised never to do it again.

And you held your promise. For quite a few months you were clean, your scars began to heal, leaving just pink lines covering your wrists, which were quickly fading. And while your arms healed with time, it was as if Taehyung was healing your heart with his love, as cheesy as that sounded.

Until the fans found out about your relationship, and began hating on you. They found all your social networks, and insulted you on the pages, forcing you to make them private, and take a few of them down. Once that was done, they found your work place, and harassed you. They even found out your address, and send you horrible things on the mail, forcing you to move, and change work place.

You were terrified. You had nowhere to hide, no matter where you went, they would find you. You became a hermit, only leaving your apartment to work, and to shop enough to let you live. Any noise outside your door, or outside your window terrified you, your brain played tricks on you and made you believe they were out there, ready to get them.

One night, you heard fireworks going on outside your apartment block, and loud voices screaming and shouting things you couldn’t understand through the walls, and you broke into a panic attack.

You ran into your bathroom, the only room in your apartment which didn’t have a window, and closed the door behind you. You shrunk into a corner, sitting against the wall, closing your eyes and covering your ears. You were breathing heavily, and rocking your body back and forth. You couldn’t take it, you felt the familiar itch on your wrists, growing more and more tempting, until you couldn’t take it anymore, and you did the only thing you could to relieve it.

You unassembled the shaving razors, and picked an individual razor. You stared at it intently before closing your eyes and dragging the razor along your arm. You hissed at the feeling, but your body instantly relaxed. You repeated the process again, and again, and again. You lost count of how many times you had sliced your soft skin, but you had begun feeling dizzy and light headed. You could feel your arm completely drenched in blood, and were too scared to open your eyes to check the damage.

Suddenly, you heard a gasp, and your eyes shot open to see Taehyung standing at the door, his eyes locked onto your forearm.

“What are you doing?!” He screamed, before running towards you. You looked down at your arm, and you were shocked, you hadn’t realized how many times you had cut yourself, but now you could see it was too much. You practically butchered your own arm.

“I… I don’t know Tae… I started and I couldn’t stop! I just couldn’t stop!” you screeched back, now feeling the stinging in your arms from where the razor had dug into your arm. You couldn’t stand up, you couldn’t move, and slowly the darkness had begun taking up the corners of your eyes, slowly dragging you in.

“Y/N? Y/N? Stay with me Y/N! STAY WITH ME!” He yelled, as he quickly picked you up, and sat you on his lap, gently patting your face and trying to keep you focused on him. He grabbed the phone out of your pocket and dialed the emergency number, ensuring an ambulance would be on its way.

Luckily for you, the wounds hadn’t been deep enough to kill you, but you had had a great deal of blood loss, causing you to need an immediate transfusion, and a few nights at the ICU. Soon enough however, you were all patched up and bandaged, and ready to go home. Tae had come to visit every day, and so had the guys. You were glad they came too, they really cheered you up.

Jin drove you home the day you were released from hospital, Tae sat in the backseat with you. Once you got to your apartment block, you said goodbye to Jin, and Taehyung walked you up. At your front door, there was a large man waiting for you. You looked at Tae in confusion.

“He will be your body guard. He will be with you at all times. I have talked to my manager, and I have talked to the fans, and most have promised to stay out, hell, most even defended us, you. But for safety purposes, I want you to have him, until this whole ordeal dies out, and we can go back to living our normal lives. I know you don’t like this, don’t give me that look, but I can’t let you have those anxiety attacks again. I love you, and I will help you stop cutting once and for all, and this is just a safety measure to ensure nothing ever happens, okay?” He told you, his hands cupping your face as he stared into your eyes, letting you know there was no room for disagreement. You nodded at him, and smiled, happy to have him in your life.

Those scars you had, will be the signs of a fight you had won, they would be proof you are a fighter even though things brought you down, but most of all, they would be a constant reminder of the wonderful person who had crashed into your life, in the most literal of senses, to make you happy once again.

So in the shadowhunters 2x08 promo we see Alec standing on top of a building looking like he’s definitely thinking of committing suicide. I feel like a lot of people want to see jace stop Alec from taking the step off because of the whole parabati (sorry if I spelled that wrong but whateves) but I feel like if Magnus stopped him it would bring them much closer because of his past and how he was going to commit suicide off a bridge but his lover saved him (so it’s almost like full circle type situation and Magnus relates to Alec) Also in the 2x08 synopsis it says that they would all face some of their worse fears and i think that Magnus’s at the moment, is loosing Alec. Soooo it would kinda make sense but idk.

The Haunted America Masterpost for the 4th of July 2016

I usually do this for St Patrick’s Day and Christmas so I thought I would give another country a master post since it is their big day and I will probably make an updated one next year. (I wasn’t sure if I should include the Native American and the native Inuits in here so you can find them here and here)

So here is list of all things creepy and American. 

The Hollywood Roosevelt

Rolling Hills Asylum 

The Ada Witch 


Robie Andrews Hall

Disney World

The Jersey Devil 

The Amityville Boy 

The Dakota 

Hershey Park 

The Skating Central Park Ghosts

The Maco Light 

The Curse of the Cecil Hotel 

Benedictine Monastery 


The Pasadena Suicide Bridge 

Peoria State Hospital 

The Hollywood Sign Ghost

The eBay Voodoo Doll 

Pemberton Hall 

The Dead Children’s Playground

Pupa the Haunted Doll 


The Half Faced Girl of Old Pali Road 

Crybaby Bridges 

St Augustine Lighthouse 

The Faceless Gray Man of Pawleys Island 

Boot Hill Cemetery 

The Green Lady 

The Toys R Us Ghost 

St Louis Cemetery

Moundsville Penitentiary 

Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum 

Stepp Cemetery 

The Bunny Man 

Resurrection Mary 

Toynbee Tiles 

Myrtles Plantation 

The Stanley Hotel 

The Curse of Little Bastard 

The Cottage City Poltergeist

El Paso High School 

Bachelor’s Grove Cemetery 

The Bell Witch 

The Sensabaugh Tunnel 

Eastern State Penitentiary 

Waverly Hills Sanitarium 

LaLaurie Mansion 

Annabelle the Haunted Doll 

Originally posted by ravishingtheroyals

So I reinstalled Unreal Tournament 2004 and wanted some character skins. I love the Necris so I downloaded a well done team of goth sluts and went to go see the readme.txt on how to install. I saw this dude’s name who made them and turns out he’s the guy in the gif and the one featured in the golden gate bridge suicide jumpers documentary. I will honor that memory by blasting shit as a fishnetted undead whore.

anonymous asked:

do you know any really long and hella angsty larry fics on aooo ?? sorry to bother you!

No bother at all! I LOVE getting asks!!! Also, I got a little ahead of myself here, so this is a long list! I’m doing this in numerical order starting at 100k and up! I will forewarn you, some of these fics may not be as angsty as you’re looking for, but I figured I’d add them still because you might like them! Hope you find what you wanted! :D

                                             Angsty Fic Rec

Untangle Me by suicxne
Words: 103k

Louis finds himself out of place in LA, unable to get at an itch that’s been bothering him for years. He supposes back in the early days, home hadn’t been a place. It’d been a person. He’d etched it permanently into his skin for fucks sake.
It was always him and Harry. Stuck to each other like super glue. Pulled together by some magnetic force, existing in their own bubble. Everyone could see it, but that was half the problem, wasn’t it?

It’s not like Louis can pinpoint the exact moment in time when him and Harry fell out of sync. There wasn’t really one at all. It had been a gradual slip, like the tide wearing away at a sandstone cliff. Chipping the solid foundations until there was nothing left to stop the structure falling to the waves below. It’s not like he spends all of his time sitting around moping over a lost friendship, he’s good at distractions. But LA only seems to accentuate the distance between them. Two separate planets, not even in the same solar system.

Or the one where Harry and Louis finally get it right.

Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose by certainsadness
Words: 103k

“There’s something so great about watching you interact with art,” Harry said quietly. “Like, when you were giving the tour, you were just so you, and so happy and excited and funny and engrossing. But then when you’re looking at the art, when it’s, like, just for you, you get so quiet and observant.” He pressed a kiss to Louis’s shoulder. “But you still seem so you, and so happy. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you as happy as you’ve been tonight.” He kissed his shoulder again. “As you are right now.”

A shiver went up Louis’s back.

“I’m happy when I’m with you,” he said.

Or, Louis loved art and Harry was a masterpiece.

Take me down with you by harrystylesandstuff
Words: 107k

Louis is fine. He just happens to walk to the suicide bridge of Bristol at least once a week, just happens to be dealing with a lot of anxiety, and just happens to be done with life. But he’s fine.

Everything is just fine until a mysterious guy starts showing up every time he tries to kill himself, and he should be very scared, but he’s somehow very glad to have company. Until he’s not.

AU where Louis tries to kill himself multiple times but he’s not very good at it, Harry keeps showing up out of nowhere, and maybe life isn’t as bad as it looks sometimes.

Give Me Truths by iwillpaintasongforlou
Words: 110k

Louis is a psychology student with a tattoo count as high as his genius IQ. Harry is in a (sort-of) relationship with a homophobic man and hates himself a little more every day. Things fall apart and Louis puts him back together.

Or, the one in which Louis falls in love with a fragile boy and tells him every beautiful truth in the world, as long as it makes him happy.

nobody shines the way you do by wildestdreams
Words: 115k

Louis pretends to be Harry’s boyfriend to help him win back his douchebag ex-boyfriend, but things don’t go according to plan.

In Vogue by otpwhatever
Words: 121k

Fashion AU. Louis is the editor in chief of Vogue magazine, and Harry’s running British GQ. Featuring Zayn as the crazy creative director and Louis’ confidant, Liam as the sports writer that gets to sit front row at fashion week and DJ Neil as the only sane person in the whole story. (There are no skinny jeans in this fic)

more than just a dream by spit_on_me_larry
Words: 122k

Louis Tomlinson loves his life, he really does. It’s just that he’s constantly on the verge of everything completely going to shit. He’s disorganized and clumsy and hotheaded and just a little bit ridiculous.

And then he meets Harry Styles. Harry is the type of person Louis hates. It seems like everything comes easily to him. He’s rich and brilliant and everyone loves him and he has his life impossibly and perfectly together.

Louis detests Harry Styles. Except for the inconvenient fact that he can’t seem to get Harry out of his head.

Wild And Unruly by 100percentsassy, gloria_andrews
Words: 123k

Harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land.

Coeur d'Enfants by lavenderforluck
Words: 126k

As Marx said of the bourgeois class: all that is solid melts into air. St. Peter’s verse.

Empty Skies by green_feelings
Words: 134k

For three years, Harry has been running from his past. Now, he is moving to London and pledges to fulfil his only dream – making it big in the music industry. Not everyone has a place, though, and the competition is tough. As is his past catching up on him.

Louis is part of the biggest boy band of the world, and getting there had meant a lot of hard work, as well as sacrificing parts of his heart and soul. He’s still happy. Maybe not as happy as he could be, but who is he to complain?

Let’s Fall in Love in a Place You Want to Stay by embro
Words: 134k

A George of the Jungle / Tarzan AU where Louis is a model who meets Wild Man Harry in the Congo. He was raised by apes and barely speaks a word of English and turns Louis’ life upside down.

Love Is A Rebellious Bird by 100percentsassy, gloria_andrews
Words: 134k

AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who “has made Mozart cool again” according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.

Don’t hum Bolero.

Lights Will Guide You Home by louisxharry1
Words: 137k

Louis Tomlinson is his school’s resident bad boy and easily the most liked person there. He’s loud and confident and popular. He spends most of his time abusing his parent’s money or partying or playing football. He also spends a good deal of it obsessing over the quiet curly boy in his English class, but no one really needs to know that.

Harry Styles is more or less invisible at the same school (unless he’s being harassed). He’s shy and painfully insecure and quiet. He spends most of his time crying on his bedroom floor with a razor pressed against his skin or trying (and failing) to think of reasons to stay alive.

So, of course, it’s inevitable that they fall for each other.

Empty Gold by rainbow_kings
Words: 148k

AU where Louis Tomlinson attends the vigorous, demanding performing arts school: Guildhall in hopes to complete his theatre degree. He is a scholarship student, always having to work twice as hard to prove his worth which has caused him to feel resentment and anger towards his subordinate position.

Harry Styles is the wealthy, naturally gifted actor who effortlessly snatches all the main roles within the class. The complete contrast to everything Louis is.

Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles have had bad blood and despised each other for the two years they attended Guildhall together, making each task a competition between each other.

In the final year, when Guildhall produces and performs an original play, Louis is heartbroken to learn the lead role has been been received to Harry and he’s the second role. He’s mostly terrified, however, when he realises he has to date Harry in the play as their characters. They come together through awkward stage kisses that transforms to hate sex, heated arguments, rehearsal times after lectures and baking carrot cake together.

Take My Breath Away by RealityBetterThanFiction 
Words: 153k

There is a prestigious school in the British Royal Navy classified as Premier Delta - or as it is known by its flyers, 1D. These select pilots are an elite set of Naval lieutenants who are trained in the skill of aggressive aerial combat. They are instruments of war, trained in times of peace. They are dogfighters, relentless and fearless in their mission to protect their beloved country. From their lofty vantage, they are always watching, waiting, and ready to lay it all on the line.

Lt. Harry Styles, call sign Sparrow, is a prodigy when it comes to flying. The owner of an unrivaled Naval pedigree, being a pilot was always written in the stars for Harry. With his trusty RIO, Lt. Niall Horan, Harry has made an unprecedented ascension in the ranks of the Naval aerial combat elite, and has been recruited to the esteemed Premier Delta flight school, carrying on his family’s legacy. What he finds there are unexpected friendships, perilous challenges, and something beyond what he ever thought possible. Because as his father had always told him, before the great Captain Styles went tragically missing in combat, you don’t fall in love with the sky, you fall in love with what keeps you on the ground.

Where Your Heart Is by antihetharry, tvshows_addict
Words: 154k

Louis is ready for his brand new adventure. So what if he suffers from a genetic condition that prevents him from being touched? College is going to be awesome. It has to. Karma kind of owes him right now. Forget about his overprotective mother, or Liam– his entirely too chipper step brother– or his mess of a roommate. Forget about the gloves he has to wear at all times. He’s here to expand his knowledge, write and drown himself in books – No matter how distracting ‘Hallway Boy’ may be– The obnoxious, flirty frat wannabe determined to become the bane of Louis’ existence.

Or, a college AU set in San Francisco where two lost boys who seemingly have nothing in common find inspiration, each other, and themselves in the process.

Nameless Night by green_feelings
Words: 155k

For their 18th birthday, every person receives a letter that reads a simple date. That is the date you’ll meet your soulmate.
Harry and Louis have different beliefs, live in different worlds and have different dreams, hopes and fears. Yet, they’re not so different from each other when it comes to love. When their paths cross, there is no doubt they belong together. Except for that one, essential difference: they didn’t receive the same date.

Or, a fic about differences that make no difference at all: Harry and Louis are soulmates. In every way possible. Featuring Niall as a role model, and Liam and Zayn as a different kind of role models.

I Need A Fix Cause I’m Going Down by larryshares
Words: 158k

louis has been dealing with depression for as long as he can remember. he doesn’t expect green eyes and toothy grins and sweet petals in messy curls to save him, but they’re doing a hell of a lot more to help than regular therapy and prescribed pills ever have.

To Destroy a Dam by Evancalous
Words: 198k

AKA: Louis and Harry are best friends for six years. They lose touch, and sixteen years later, fate collides their paths into each other again.

Fading by tothemoonmydear
Words: 202k

Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he’s found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is.

Shake Me Down by AGreatPerhaps12
Words: 208k

Harry’s new to college, fresh out of Catholic school and conversion therapy camp, and Louis runs the campus LGBTQIA organization.

Young & Beautiful by Velvetoscar
Words: 227k

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.

You are in love by wildestdreams
Words: 270k

The one where there’s late night coffee runs with deep conversations, lots of frat parties with cute frat boys, TV show references, numerous social network interactions, first kisses in the rain and a slow burn love story between two unlikely people.

You’ve got to see yourself from far and wide by Emm77 
Words: 286k

(No summary so check tags) 

He kissed my lips, I taste your mouth by MrsStylinson
Words: 290k

When Louis moves into the flat next to Harry’s, neither of them thinks it will change their lives. Louis is stuck in a relationship with his controlling and overly possessive boyfriend who he loves too much to break up with.. Harry is content, seeking refuge from the snobby world he grew up in and forging a new path for himself. He does happen to have a habit of wanting to fix people though and when he meets Louis, the gorgeous man with a prat of a boyfriend, he finds himself trying to do just that. While Harry tries to avoid getting tangled in a messy situation, Louis tries to deny that there’s a niggling voice in the back of his head that prefers Harry to his own boyfriend. While both studiously refuse to let change come, they fail to notice that exact force wrapping around them and pulling them tighter together until there just might be no escape from the feelings brewing within.

The Afterlife Fic (The Best I Ever Had in My Entire Life… Or Death)
by LovingCup
Words: 491k

AU- After dying in an accident, Louis Tomlinson arrives in the Afterlife. Not Heaven and not Hell, Louis finds himself in Judgment City UK: a pristine city where the food and entertainment are divine and the newly departed must undergo a Review of their life on Earth to determine if they have lived a life worthy of advancement in the universe, or if they must be returned to Earth to be born again in a new body.

On his first full day in the Afterlife, Louis meets Harry Styles, and the two have an instant connection. Over the course of their Reviews, they fall in love and begin to find that even though they didn’t know each other on Earth, they are nonetheless linked to one another in perfect ways. Both are hoping to move ahead in the universe together, but they are challenged with the threat of separation if one or both of them is sent back to Earth to be born again

Crybaby Bridges

We’ve all heard of creepy urban legends, like saying “Bloody Mary” into a mirror three times at night her spirit will appear. While that one entertained us as children during sleepovers, there’s other urban legends that may have some truth to them. A crybaby bridge is a haunted bridge that the spirit of a child, infant or mother is tied to. The stories of why the bridges are haunted range from mothers throwing their unwanted babies over the bridge, a suicide, drowning or a fatal car crash. The legends say if you go to these bridges and park your car on or under the bridge late at night you will begin to hear crying, typically from a baby. And if you’re lucky and haven’t washed your car in a while you may leave with a couple handprints on your vehicle. Ohio has the highest concentration of crybaby bridges with 24 of them throughout the state.


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Take Me Down With You by harrystylesandstuff (@hegotadagger); 107k, read on ao3

Summary: Louis is fine. He just happens to walk to the suicide bridge of Bristol at least once a week, just happens to be dealing with a lot of anxiety, and just happens to be done with life. But he’s fine.

Everything is just fine until a mysterious guy starts showing up every time he tries to kill himself, and he should be very scared, but he’s somehow very glad to have company. Until he’s not.

AU where Louis tries to kill himself multiple times but he’s not very good at it, Harry keeps showing up out of nowhere, and maybe life isn’t as bad as it looks sometimes.

anonymous asked:

An alternative story, that I always wonder about since childhood, The narrator helped Billy Joe fake his suicide to escape from a abusive home. They were throwing 'evidence' of his suicide off the bridge before he left for parts unknown. She never heard from him again and can only hoped their desperate plan worked. The abusive situation was an open secret (Momma says "nothing ever comes of no good on Chockta Ridge") but no adult was willing to step in. Yes, I was a rather depressive kid.

Oh, that’s an interesting one! I like it because it both explains why they were both having to throw something off the bridge, and also kind of explains why she’s not eating – she can’t because she’s worried. 

anonymous asked:

How about california, any cryptids or weird events there?

ohoho yeah. california is probably one of the most paranormal states there is.


-the fresno nightcrawlers, one of my absolute favorite paranormal entities!

-elsie, a lake monster

-tahoe tessie, a more well known lake monster

-the lone pine mountain devil, batlike winged creatures claimed by some to be a surviving raptor dinosaur

-the proctor valley monster, something like a cow/man hybrid

-the billawack monster, a goatman urban legend

-the trinity alps giant salamander

-a one time encounter with a reptilian humanoid type cryptid

-the cactus cat, not really a cryptid so much as a piece of folklore. a thorny bobcat that drinks fermented cactus juice, becomes drunk, and shrieks through the night

-the ghost deer

-the cadborosaurus sea serpent has been sighted in san francisco bay, though its home turf is british columbia

-bigfoot deserves special mention here. california is absolutely riddled with bigfoot sightings.

it’s the source of the patterson-gimlin film, the most well-known bigfoot footage, and possibly the best evidence of the creatures existence. (given how difficult to produce and complex a suit would have to be, the difficulty for a human to move in the way the creature does, and the fact that no one has yet produced the suit that wouldve been used in the hoax)


-the ‘char man’

-the ‘dark watchers’, shadow figures seen gazing up at the sky

-the white lady of santa cruz:

-…and the white lady of santa maria:


california has a ton of hauntings

-proctor valley road, home to previously mentioned cow monster and other urban legends

mount shasta, a hub of ufo sightings and conspiracy theories, including that of a hollow earth entrance or an underground secret military base.

theres a ton of weird places, so im just going to list a FEW of interesting ones from the haunted ca site


california overall is a ufo hotspot

the battle of los angeles, a famous ufo sighting

and im definitely missing quite a few. california is an absolute paranormal motherlode

forclouds  asked:

hello, me again. (: i'm re-reading some of your works and i just cannot help but feel a tiny sting of jealousy. your poems are flawless. do you get inspired by anything in particular? (if not, could you perhaps recommend any poets you like?)

thank you darling!! What a good, please enjoy them all :’) <3

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