#suicide/ obliquely
Text
Look. There is absolutely no reason Gai *must* know how Sakumo died. Neither Maito was at the funeral. The genin in Naruto's time somehow missed that the entire police force had been ctrl-alt-deleted. In fact given that Kakashi had clearly not heard 'your dad didn't do anything wrong' from anyone before Obito said it, even though the topic of fathers had come up between Gai and Kakashi before, i'd say that it might even be more likely that Gai didn't know when they were kids.
Which leaves the whole rest of the timeline for Gai to find out! And while the possibilities are endless, may I humbly suggest
Kakashi: "You know, when I died, I got to speak to my dad. It was... it was really great. We spoke about everything. I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders, you know? I got the chance to tell my dad that I forgive him for killing himself."
Gai: "Your dad fucking w h a t"
#it's tragic and hilarious because it explains so much#and if kakashi ever mentioned it it at all he'd definitely be the sort to refer to it obliquely#just saying 'when my father died...“ and forgetting to elaborate#gai would likely assume that sakumo sacrificed himself on a mission to save a teammate#which is only a handspan away from the truth#but its a tiny difference that's absolutely crucial to the matter at hand#kakashi#gai#maito gai#hatake kakashi#naruto#naruto thoughts#tw: suicide
18 notes
·
View notes
Note
Is it just me that thought that the suicide baiting was kinda funny? Of course I wouldn’t normally condone such an action but
I mean seeing as they're both 200+ year old political figures who are very much no longer alive I think it's okay to say it was funny lmao
#pigeon.txt#asks#anon#suicide mention#in like. an oblique way#context:#robespierre#de gouges#french revolution
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
you weren't sure how it would be when you left the service
the absolute surety of your handler, the unbridled power of your weaponry, the ironclad protection of your ceramic slab armor, the piercing optics that let you turn night into clear day and better, the combat stims that let you ride high—would these things be replaced, would they fall away, leaving holes in you? would you miss them?
yes, as it turns out
you have struggled to adapt. at first you covered your hardpoints—mostly, you can't stand the eyes, the pressing, needy questions living vicariously through you and duplicitous sentiments what was it like what did we do to you were you shot at did you kill our enemies did you make them suffer im glad you're back im glad it was you, not me thank you for your service do my bloodthirsty bidding, dog.
but no matter what, they can always tell, even if you cleverly cover every modification. the way you stand straight-backed, the way you move purposefully, directly, inevitably. the way you survey. the way your muscle lies coiled over your hardened bone. you cannot belong here.
they can always tell, but this does not always mean respect. the service decommissioned you, removed your weapons though you can still feel them and your armor you miss its comforting weight which makes you less than a tool. you are a tool with no use now. and you certainly don't move with the lethal fluidity that you once did, which drives some of them to disdain at best, disgust and hatred at worst. you're taking up space, the worst of them mutter, though carefully never within sensor range. the docs should be defunded, they snarl. you surely cannot belong here.
and apart from these, there are those that are afraid. you were a tool of imperium before, you helped wreak havoc—somewhere else, though models like you are starting to disconcertingly become more and more common here. sometimes you find familiar faces in those ranks. people have every right to be afraid. but these can always tell, too. you can tell they don't fully trust you, wary of your conditioning, stray chems, misfiring cybernetics gone too long without a maintenance checkup. your contact with them slips away from you like sand through your fingers. you cannot belong here.
it would be easy to fall back on your programming, find a group of similar dolls. maybe you'd see how efficient your toxin filtering still was. maybe you'd find peace in the darkness (you've camped on the precipice, watched it yawn open before you in bleak eternity). maybe—
but you haven't. your hardpoints have flowers in them, mounting brackets for your armor with meandering filigree, worn joints and faded, chipped paint. you've discovered that you really, really like flowers. you finally got a cane, at your partner's insistence.
it was hard to recognize that she was in love with you at first. maybe she was simply in awe, maybe she thought it was thrilling to face her fears. but, bit by bit, she soldered the loose connections, nursed you through your withdrawl from the stims, helped you appreciate the color of a day viewed through unaugmented eyes. at some point, either before or after you lay in a heap in her lap, processing the lives you saw snuffed out and ruined all over again, you can't tell, you realized you loved her too. you can't remember the last time you've brought up your HUD, these days.
you look down at your hands, covered in rich soil from your garden.
you could belong here, if you tried.
you plant a seed, and smile.
#cw: allusion to suicide#dollposting#i dont intend to do this a lot but this kind of draft has been bubbling in my subconscious for a while#ever since i seized on the idea of being a decommissioned combat doll#it's cathartic i guess#cw death mention#it's a bit oblique though
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
yo i'm sorry but the fact that ted's dad's death looms like a shadow over ted's entire mental health journey and then the show ends like that?
just the darkest shit of all time holy shit
20 notes
·
View notes
Text
first hour of electrolysis done!
what a glorious future it might be, if i never grow the beard that i know my genes have signed me up for. after being unable to stop the horrors of puberty, what a gift to at least stop the horrors of second puberty. instead of shouldering all the dysphoria and being strengthened in the forge of suffering, for the first time ever i have the money & the insurance to skip over the forge of suffering. i have suffered enough, i don't need a third round of making sure it's horrible enough before committing to something irreversible.
every single day i am holding my young self while she cries. i've spoken about this before, i think - my strong superstition that it's my duty to comfort her backwards through time, to keep her from killing us both. i feel sick when i think of telling her "i know your chest is hurting you. it will keep hurting you for nineteen more years. i didn't know it was making you so sick or i would have done it sooner, i'm sorry". so at least i can tell her "every day you say to me that if it weren't for the beard your way forward would be easy. please trust me and move forward anyway. unlike last time i will stop your body from transforming into your greatest fear. i will fix everything for you."
#trans feelings#doing this every week it will start to feel less emotional and more like a normal chore#but just like with tattoos or piercings the first appt feels deeply important#oblique reference to:#suicide tw
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
I mean contest this if you’d like but I think these blorbeaux accurately depict me
#the way I WISH I could have sideburns like Hucc in that picture#I’ve dressed up as half these men tbh#it’s so oblique but I’ll still tag this#for filtering purposes if nothing else#it’s just time for a few more filler tags etc.#personal#suicide mention#Lee telling Kara he didn’t want to come back from the mission wrecks me#so does the instance when he reunites with her and unprompted gives her a kiss#and then they’re sitting together and he says aloud that he loves her#they are THEEEEE only het space couple
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
Song for Ed pining for Stede in Impossible Birds (alternate wedding raid soundtrack?)
3 notes
·
View notes
Photo
Avengers bodies poster series: Steve.
(Art on AO3 here)(tag for the whole series here)
This picture because: What makes him special in the eyes of the world is his serumed blood (hence the blood). He’s sometimes been written as passively suicidal (hence the blood on the forearm specifically). He fights, close-range, and punches people (hence the arm/hand, and the blood, because he hurts others, and he gets hurt, using his hands)
---
[Image Description: On a dark blue ink-textured background, an arm hanging down in white lines, red blood dripping from its fingers. There is a white star around a drop of falling blood. ]
fill for @steverogersbingo’s prompt “Project Rebirth” (because project rebirth is the serum and the serum is in his blood)
fill for @anyfandomgoesbingo: Title: Avengers bodies poster series: Steve Rating: SFW Medium: digital art Square filled: I1 - Glitter and Gold - Barns Courtney; because that’s such a Steve song.
#marvel#steve rogers bingo 2022#anyfandomgoesbingo#steve rogers#avengers bodies poster series#fandom#fanart#nosfinal#nosart#2D#oblique references to#suicide
18 notes
·
View notes
Text
@abrushwithdeath sent “Have you ever known anyone that didn’t hurt you?”
David started to make a sassy joke, his usual defense mechanism these days, but his voice died in his throat. Whatever he was going to say was forgotten.
"My mom," He whispered. "Look what I did to her."
There was no proof that David and his latent powers had caused his mother's death, but there were plenty who believed it. Farouk had taunted him with it. He caught it on the edges of Charles's thoughts.
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
mat cauthon :handshake: hdb. commonly depicted wearing a green coat. bird motifs. dice motifs, including but not limited to “hearing dice rolling when plot-relevant things are about to happen.” big neckwear and hat fans. death and rebirth, especially involving hanging. weird thing with memory going on.
#do you guys remember that the reason why mat gets other peoples memories from the finns is because the dagger left holes in his memory#matt speaks#de#wot#suicide mention#sort of obliquely
8 notes
·
View notes
Text
drabble: a/b/o arranged marriage
CW: Sort of dark toward the end but there's no violence or gore
Anakin breathes. A light wind breathes with him, picking up sand and carrying it onward.
Anakin, too, will move onward. He’s had the chance to throw his tantrums. The last few days, if he was not packing, he was shouting at the sands and reshaping the earth in his fury. Now, he has wrapped things up and said goodbye to his friends.
Anakin breathes.
He says goodbye to the warm air, too, the desert heat on his skin, not knowing when or if he’ll get to feel it again.
Tomorrow, he will leave for Stewjon, to marry one Obi-Wan Kenobi. An alpha.
A king.
Anakin breathes.
The door behind him opens, spilling light out onto the sand. His mother comes to sit beside him.
“I see your rage is spent,” she says.
“Enough of it,” Anakin shrugs.
“Don’t let them take that from you. The Je’daii, they’re not like us.” Her own emotions—anger, briefly, but mostly grief and loss—swirl around her in a way Anakin can practically see. “Find a place that is safe, there. Somewhere you can work through your feelings without lashing out at anyone.”
Anakin lays a hand over hers. “I know, Mom.”
He won’t let them push him around. Even when the negotiations were happening, Anakin—veiled then, and hidden among other omegas for his protection—had been able to make demands about the way he would be treated in his future home.
And Obi-Wan Kenobi, The Negotiator, had agreed to all of them without a fight. Just like that.
“You are walking into the krayt’s den, and you don’t know if the dragon is home,” Shmi says abruptly. “You don’t know if they’ll actually honor any of the agreements they’ve made, Ani.”
His mother has always had an uncanny ability to tell what people were thinking. He supposes she's right.
But it seems she’s not done yet. Shmi turns his hand over, pressing something into his palm.
It’s a small flask, deceptively plain. The kind of thing that slaves would have worn, once, to hide things from their masters.
“Take this with you, in case you need it.”
Anakin freezes.
“Remember what our people say.”
He knows what’s in the vial.
“It is etched into our bones and baked into our blood.”
Poison.
“Dukkra ba dukkra, little one.”
Freedom or death.
#tw: suicide mention#only obliquely but idk better safe than sorry#in case it wasnt clear shmi is giving anakin poison for himself in case things are really bad over there#(they wont be)#(obi-wan will Treat Anakin Right I promise)#obikin#fic ideas#thought this up at 4am last night and my brain wouldnt let me go till I wrote something#rip to all my wips#squick: a/b/o#emperor obi-wan au
8 notes
·
View notes
Text
sort of a milestone. or a lodestar. a post (ha) to lash myself to when the sea sings sweetly of demise. i have a terrible habit of transmogrifying people, even and especially those i love, into efficient torture devices. i also have a terrific habit of loving people whose facets refuse to be flattened into tools of flagellation and who write me really beautiful letters. i have a tertiary habit of hoarding them. until today the letters were purely a theoretical exercise; ive only read each letter once before—upon opening—but the idea was to keep them close so i could re-read them and remember my better angels when my worser ones are winning.
i did it! with tear tracks drying on my face and horking back snot, i fucking did it! yippee!!!!!
#txtit#tonight! I did NOT cure cathexis with cock (operative word: Tonight)#affirming myself in plain language instead of abstracting out my own emotional experience into something pithy and fun to read? hm.#level 10 class feat. i am simply not there yet 🤭#but! i could get there i think#and that’s one of many many reasons to stay#suicide#(oblique mention; i am All Right)#i think i simply needed a cry
0 notes
Text
I guess I'm not numb to it. Horrifying to see the NHS deciding to bow to political pressure above medical evidence and stop the "routine" prescription of puberty blockers.
What's worse though, is how little it will change. There are around 100 people currently prescribed them (none of whom will be cut off). NHS waiting lists for trans healthcare are a lifetime in length.
Come the end of this year, the NHS will supposedly start a study into the efficacy of puberty blockers - in much the same manner as one might study the efficacy of removing an obstruction from an airway. This means that trans kids who go to the NHS get to be case studies in the harm done by failing to provide treatment. Considering the added humiliation of being actively denied treatment while a medical establishment monitors your suffering, I only hope that any of them fucking survive.
#vent#cw oblique suicide mention#I care very strongly about this because it's so blindingly fucking obvious what the right thing is#Someone should start a study into the efficacy of TERFs having access to breathable air#cw discussion of TERFs/transphobia
1 note
·
View note
Note
I'll take that post down later but yeah, you have a point about certain people calling restorative justice and ACAB until it's an acceptable target. I do remember watching To Catch a Predator when I was a teenager, so I didn't know any of that happened either. But it says something about the people watching it wanting to see a corpse.
I'm glad you can understand where I'm coming from. To be fair to Dateline, I'm fairly certain that the act wasn't actually shown on-camera. I've seen it said that it was CAPTURED, but not broadcast. As far as I'm aware, in the actual show, the shots they use are outside the house when it happens, though you can hear the pop.
And to be fair to the peeps, they likely aren't aware of the full context or implications of everything and are just focusing on the fact that a high-status predator is dead, not necessarily that they wanted to see the body.
And tbh I didn't really watch To Catch a Predator, I just so happened to stumble into learning about this particular incident on Wikipedia one day. So it's not as if I have any kind of special sense, haha.
#doubledandpasta#any questions?#suicide ment#kinda obliquely but better safe than sorry#maybe I just have too much good faith but hey better to provide an out than be combative imo
1 note
·
View note
Text
i need a decent job and testosterone and to move out of my parents' house so badly you have No idea. this summer, a couple days after my bday, it'll be 9 years since i started id'ing and knowing myself as trans. but to everyone around me who i'm out to irl i'm a "baby quarantrans" because it took me almost 8 years to find people irl i REMOTELY trusted enough to know a fraction of my gender stuff. inevitably it is going to be at least a decade of hiding this shit (badly) from the people who put a roof over my head and food on my plate and money in my bank account before i start moving through the world fully "out". to be completely honest i dont know if i can hold out that long!
0 notes
Text
The way Under the Red Hood addresses fatherhood and a wayward/formerly esteemed child deciding on the best way to handle existing issues (even if it conflicts with resolute parental authority) instead of being used as a tool (or if it comes to it: a useful body)
It wrecks me every time
#of course I’m projecting.#the amount of times my mother referred to me as being a useful body when she brought me along as someone meant to help her out with things#that sure as hell damaged my psyche#if all she wanted was a body I could’ve rendered that up to her right quick and then all she’d have to deal with would be my idiot sister#yes I’m referring to this VERY obliquely but I’ll still tag:#suicide mention#suicide tw#i hope that covers tags y’all have filtered out#Bruce didn’t even look inside Jason’s coffin when he was brought back to the fake/DC-land USA#and that’s exactly what I’d expect from either of my parents I am in so much residual emotional pain#rant in tags#personal#under the red hood#UTRH#also filing with#no I’m not projecting
4 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
tokubenhiddenside24
Untitled
fetisurunler
fetiş ürünler
jinxz
Jin
sxppa
S x p p a
blogthegreatrouge
yeah I'm pretty much dead here