SUMMARY: A private detective gets more than he bargains for when he encounters Philip Swan, a performer whose amazing illusions captivate the world, but they are not really what everyone thinks.
"HOLD MY HEART AND RIP THEM OFF, DONT LET IT BEAT"
Summary: how you hate everything thing, how drowned you are in self pity you feel like vanishing within the darkness and you lover dazai is here for you. But is he though? Because even if it is it will be your last night together
He notices everything you know? How you smile so brightly at wotk even with a hundred different scars beneath your long sleeves.
How you kiss him back with your chapped lips knowing you hate them and the melodic words they speak out.
Dazai also notices how tired you get nowadays, not that he is too. Infact he probably also knows how he mostly hangs around women.
You also know about dazai, the past 7 years sticking around with him and the ginger head who neither of you give a fuck about with how hard your lifes been getting.
Two lovers who share deep cuts together yet so afar from each other.
Thats what you two were. But even so was there a way for dazai to bring back your smile? He isnt much of a good person anyways but maybe if he stopped hanging around women or maybe if he asked how you were?
You stayed still in the corner of your room like the time, it was a horrifying thing for you. How tired and fucked up you were right now, no all your life.
A Click, your door opens and in comes a tall figure, taking his coat off and hanging it on something, not that you cared.
For some reason as the man stands there looking at you form a dark shadow casts over his amber brown eyes. He kneels down a sad smile on his face as he brushes the hair on your face if only this man could brush your sadness out of your life.
"[Name]" he mutters softly as if he was speaking to child weeping though you have no idea when was the last time you were a child
Dazai gets up starts cleaning the horrid mess around you as your empty eyes watch him, holy fuck he is actually cleaning your room when he cant even clean himself mentally and physically.
Dazai really didnt know what to do. what could he do for you? you would always think he doesnt know either. Him? be a decent human being and tend to your need? You are being too delusional
But even so his body knelt down next to yours, handing you a mango juice box. It had a smooth surface and square-shaped box, you took in the shape. Most importantly it wasnt an alochol bottle.
"Life sucks shit doesn`t it?" "It fucking does" both of you converse for a long while as he takes out another juice box and starts sucking on the contents.
"I am not really good at life counseling." he nonchalantly says. "You`re not even good at your own life how will you help me?" you luagh at your own joke. The air getting lighter.
"Oh c`mon name! i am not that bad at comfort" He shouts out dramatically, the darkness casting his eyes clouding away. And so the evening goes on with both of your life goals which is jumping off a cliff yet in a much more serious matter. It isnt so bad to talk to someone no matter how cringe and violated you feel.
nobody talks about the fact that you can have all this crazy shit in your head, and want to open up and talk about your feelings but no matter what, you just can't make out the right words and properly put your thoughts and emotions into words
SUMMARY: Former United Nations employee Gerry Lane traverses the world in a race against time to stop a zombie pandemic that is toppling armies and governments and threatens to destroy humanity itself.
Mod Sus: I can barely remember anything from this aside from like three scenes at best.
If you struggle with substance abuse but not addiction, you still deserve support. If you struggle with suicidality/self harm urges but don't act on it, you still deserve support. If you struggle with psychosis and paranoia but have insight, you still deserve support. If you struggle with anything but are "coping with it," you still deserve support.
You dont need to be in imminent crisis to get help - safety planning, harm reduction, resources, and accommodations. You're still struggling. You're still suffering, You're still at risk/in danger. You deserve better - you need better. Your health and wellbeing matters.
I don’t usually post about losing our trans siblings but Eden Knight, a popular Twitter user, is being ignored by media. Her story seriously deserves more coverage. Eden was a young Saudi trans woman living in the U.S. until yesterday. Her family hired a popular Heritage Foundation-backed “fixer,” Michael Pocalyko, who arranged for her to undergo forced detransitioning. His associates trapped her in D.C. through financial coercion and threatened her with her undocumented status. She couldn’t take it anymore after a month of this treatment. She left a heartbreaking note that has been shared on Twitter thousands of times. The popular phrase “death before detransition” isn’t an exaggeration.
Not only was Eden influential in her own right but her story shows how the broader landscape of anti-trans fundamentalist organizing reaches across borders, religions, and ideologies. If you’re in media, please consider writing about her story. Her family has now confirmed all of it. Her family just confirmed everything. Unlike many posthumous trans narratives, she left us with information about exactly who/what killed her and how it happened. I’ve been in touch with her partner, who is as shocked about this information as we are. This dehumanizing treatment needs to end immediately. We are using #JusticeForEden and #HerNameWasEden for more information.
Update: Eden’s friends have compiled everything about her abduction in one place.