#attempted suicide cw

[where-our-stories-start]

The Last of Us (1x09): Look For The Light

#the last of us #tlou #the last of us spoilers #joel miller #ellie williams #joel and ellie #pedro pascal #bella ramsey #found family #suicide cw #attempted suicide cw #grief cw #the things these two do with their faces i swear #they deserve all the emmys

[bitchfitch]

Living a life of being forgotten by everyone as soon as they looked away had been lonely, yeah, but it had also been easier than anyone would really ever expect it to be.

Most things were easy enough to just take. No one would even notice they were gone. No one could notice. Food, clothing, pharmaceuticals even. It just had to jump the counter sometimes or break the lock off of a secured item. No one ever did more than yell then act really confused as to why they had.

Housing was harder until it realized there were countless homes sitting empty, existing to just be part of an investment portfolio. Big houses that stood empty for years and years, places meant for families left empty only for a single beast to wander through them before moving on to find a place that felt less chokingly lonely. Somewhere where there weren't endless dark room mocking it for daring to dream of somewhere full of life.

It had tried that once, finding somewhere with life. A family that was not it's. Then a dorm at a college it never attended. It left both places after the constant fear of suddenly seeing a stranger in their midst only to instantly forget it was ever there drove too many to be constantly anxious about being watched by imperceivable things. The edges of its presence being felt even if it was never remembered longer than it took them to turn to run or call for help.

A hotel ended up being the right place. It just had to break the lock and smear it's blood on the door to have a place no one would ever bother it within. The maids always looked past the room like it didn't exist. and it could sit with it's door open to watch the people come and go. No one minded it.

No one minded it until it's lingering was beginning to spread. The dusty mold that grew from where it laid at night or the rust that would bloom under it's fingers. It's room was the worst effected, but the rot seeped. The walls adjacent to it turned black. the carpets squelched in nearby rooms. Nothing the owners could do would remove the mold completely. It always came back no matter how many specialists they hired.

The specialists always looked past the blood marked door between the two worst effected rooms.

The building was condemned.

It would move on to the next. It would learn to contain itself better. To wear clothes that covered every inch of its skin. To shower over and over again in a vain attempt to feel clean.

That one was condemned too.

Then the one after it, and after it, and after it. So on and so forth. new cities to find new views. new gloves, thicker jackets. A plague of strange burns had started in its last town. The people it had grabbed, screaming and begging for them to just See it, to talk to it, to make it feel human again, they all grew ill from such prolonged exposure to it's touch. They couldn't tell the epidemiologists what had caused such hand shaped burns.

It was getting harder and harder to live a life constantly forgotten. It could sit in the middle of a crowded room and be wholly alone.

It had tried taking the razor it used to mark the doors to it's wrists. Carving itself open until it had no blood left. It's skin just healed over it's dried veins. Such an easy way out wouldn't be an option for it.

It was walking to it's next town. Hoping that the stars in the dim night and the true solitude of being out in the wilderness would be a bandaid over it's aching heart. It stayed to the road. It could still feel hunger and thirst even if they did nothing to slow it down. It didn't want to get lost.

It should've walked the other side of the road.

It was struck from behind. The driver having taken the turn barely too wide. Having forgotten there was anything in that shoulder the moment his eyes went back to the scrap of tire in the middle of the road.

It woke up some time later, agony having long become a familiar sensation to it. it was in a home. in a living room, on a lumpy couch that had probably seen as many owners as it had years.

A man was pacing in the adjoining kitchen screaming into a phone about how this was a waking nightmare. Why wouldn't anyone Listen to him?? A man was Dying on his couch and No one would help.

the monster sat up slowly. It looked around. There was no one here besides the two of them. it ached. There were bones that snapped into place as it moved. The man rushed over, his hands and forearms were blistered from carrying it, he tossed his phone aside, kneeling besides the couch and thanking anyone that was listening that it was ok.

The man explained that he'd accidentally hit it- he didn't know how he'd missed it. But the emergency services kept hanging up on him and now all the hospitals and urgent care places were too. He swears he will get the monster help, as soon as someone just Listens to him. Just hold still. it'll be ok.

He apologizes over and over again about how it didn't matter who he called. As soon as he tried to describe what's happened the person on the other end would just get confused and hang up. He doesn't know what's happening.

Thoughout his spiel he looks away so many times. He never forgets.

The monster stops him, it's gloves are gone, it's careful not to touch the man's skin when it rests it's hands on his shoulders and asks for the tiniest confirmation that for the first time in decades, its not alone.

"You know I'm here?"

#attempted suicide cw #cutting cw #anyways. meet cute idea. hit them with your car

[aromanticbuck]

a garden grew right through the pavement (a cozy trio au)

warnings: drug use, addiction, depression, attempted suicide, abuse, hospital stays

The date was November 14th, 2011. It was a Monday, so maybe Mouse should have anticipated the harsh dip in his mental health that happened so suddenly. Between the phone that rang every day that he forced himself to answer and the scattered texts that he didn’t have the energy to acknowledge and the fact that he was sleeping on a few blankets on the floor most nights, he was just... tired. No part of him wanted to keep trying when life seemed to be so stacked against him. And he had enough contacts that getting pills wasn’t an issue. He just had to take enough of them, and go to bed where he always did, and his mother’s calls wouldn’t have to be a problem anymore.

But ignoring his phone meant his also ignored the texts that came through, including the one that mentioned Jay was bringing him food. That impromptu dinner delivery was the only reason an ambulance was called at all, let alone in time to do anything. And hospital sheets could be itchy and uncomfortable, but it was a lot warmer there than it would have been on his bedroom floor.

Jay had made two phone calls that night, one to emergency services, and one to the number that had been calling Mouse’s phone for weeks. But while the ambulance had arrived in time to get them to the hospital, he’d sat alone in an uncomfortable chair in the hallway all night. Parents who had promised to rush over as soon as they could simply never arrived, and he sustained himself on snippets of conversation that he could catch from doctors until he was allowed into the room.

The only company he had was when he walked down to the cafeteria for coffee as the sun was rising, a teenage girl with bruises on her arms, a split lip, and a laminated bracelet on her wrist insisting on holding his attention. She drank a whole cup of coffee in the time it took just to prepare his own, and then disappeared before he left to go back upstairs and continue his waiting. But that wasn’t the last time he saw her, either.

There were three days he spent in and out of the hospital, talking to the people behind the desk at the entrance to the psych wing. When he was turned away every morning, he stopped for another cup of bitter coffee before trying again with the afternoon staff. The girl - Hailey, as she finally introduced herself - was always around, making casual conversation during the hours he lingered there. She was seemingly always around, though he only saw her outside of the cafeteria once, when she was signing her own discharge papers on his way out one evening. She’d seen him, and smiled and waved, and he initiated the conversation for the first time before she had the chance to make it to the door.

As it turned out, Hailey’s situation was an unfortunately predictable one. Most of the bruises had healed since she was admitted, with only one particularly nasty one sticking around on her thigh. It was from where she’d hit the table when she ran from the house, not even real evidence of why she had gone to the hospital in the first place. And he’d seen them that first night he’d hung around, she was sure. Jay, the guy who harassed the psych ward nurses at shift change every day while he waited for his friend’s discharge, had been nice enough to offer to walk her out when she got to leave. He was even more insistent when she mentioned she didn’t have a car, offering to wait for a cab with her in the cold if she didn’t feel like accepting a ride from a stranger.

But telling him she didn’t exactly have somewhere to go anymore would be too dangerous. And no reasonable man in his twenties was going to care about a nineteen year old who was homeless and jobless. Except Jay wasn’t anything at all like she anticipated. He pulled out cash from his wallet, insisting he didn’t need it for himself and she should get a hot meal for herself. And she was invited along to lunch the next day, if she wanted to meet at a diner down the block after another set of discharge papers were signed at the end of a seventy two hour hold.

It was probably stupid, meeting up with two men she didn’t really know for food, but it was free food. Jay paid for burgers for all three of them, and extra fries, and she wasn’t going to turn that down in her state. Until she could find a job that didn’t put her on her father’s payroll indefinitely, free food from friendly strangers were all she could afford. And if that turned into crashing on their couch, just for a night or two, it probably wouldn’t end any worse than going back to her parents’ home would...

And, when it was still the three of them in one apartment years later, when two of them had detectives’ badges and the other had a half decade long streak of sobriety, they realized that one awful week might have been the best thing that ever happened to them.

#one chicago #jay halstead #hailey upton #upstead #mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #moustead #mouseupstead #cpd #chicago pd #cozy trio #alex does moodboards #drug use cw #drugs cw #depression cw #attempted suicide cw #abuse cw #hospital imagery cw #november 2011* #the 2011 au #many thoughts lately all of them this #feel free to ask any questions about this and them #i promise i have so many answers

[lestatslestits]

Prompt fill for @badthingshappenbingo! @indelicateink requested:

If you haven't already received “sunburn” requests. well. how can one resist? humbly prompting something something sunburn, louis/lestat, 11 a.m., post-fight regret, what doesn't kill you makes you stranger.

Thanks so much for the prompt! I’m not sure if this is what you had in mind, but it was what your prompt immediately made me think of (even though I needed to wrestle with it for a while). I hope you enjoy this! I’m also keeping your other prompt in my back pocket to fill at a later date <3

Do mind the content warnings (in tags for both this post and the fic itself).

Current Bingo Card/Unfilled prompts:

Feel free to send in a request if something piques your interest!!

#interview with the vampire #iwtv #iwtv fanfiction #loustat #amc iwtv #amc interview with the vampire #interview with the vampire 2022 #iwtv 2022 #attempted suicide cw #discussion of suicide #canon death of minor character mentioned

[thechaoticfanartist]

The Roof

Taking place during Chapter 35 of The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim we see Grim after she runs from Anakin and before Anakin joins her on the roof.

Warning: Suicidal thoughts, (Almost) attempted suicide

Note: I've been debating about posting this for a couple of months due to the above warnings. It's only (heavily) implied in the original chapter but this fic really goes into Grim's headspace in the moment. I don't recommend reading this if you're not in a good mental place.

It was a good thing Anakin hadn’t followed the padawan, if he had, he would have seen her crying.

  She ran outside the opera hall, past the extravagant guests in their fancy outfits flaunting their riches. She didn’t care for them, and they did not care for her. Tomorrow when she was dead, they would celebrate. For them the war would be over, and they would care naught for all the lives that had been lost. Their hardships would be over - but for any other citizen, for any survivors of the coming purge, a new wave of problems would surge. 

 Grim found the speeder she had borrowed from the Temple, parked not too far from the place where she had spied and heard what she had gone to hear - The result to her was clear, she had lost.

  Light and hope were gone. The darkness won. 

 Grim got into the speeder and made her way back to her home. To the Jedi Temple. Her vision was blurred by her tears. Her mind clouded by her grief. Everything was over. 

 Tomorrow she would die. 

 And when she reached the Temple, a horrible thought arose. 

 So why did it matter, if she was still alive?

 So when she had reached the Temple, she did not go to her room. To sleep off this grief, and prepare for the following day. Which would be the final day of its kind, because it would be the last with this home of light.

  She ran to the rooftop. Tears flowing freely, as she ran to the edge and just screamed. 

 Grim screamed into the endless night. 

 She had planned to jump off the roof. To allow gravity to carry her to her doom. No Sith involved, not her brothers, not her brother. She would never have to know the pain of hearing the words be uttered, the words that would write her fate so certainly. Even though it was plainly written now. 

 No matter what - she thought - she would die. 

 So it could be now, never knowing that pain for her own personal experience. Never falling to the hands of the Sith and becoming another victim in his cruel game. 

 Or it could be tomorrow. Either by the plasma bullets of the men she saw as her brothers. Or by the blade of the ghost who she now knew was dead beyond a doubt. 

 She could die from betrayal, or end it now. 

 Yet, she couldn’t.

  She couldn’t step off the roof. The light radiating from her home kept her there. So she just fell to her knees. Sobbing until her chest hurt. Sobbing until she couldn’t sob anymore. Allowing these three brutal years of unshed grief to pour from her. Sobbing until there would be no more grief left to spare for the next day. When she knew, they would lose everything.

 All Grim could do was mourn.

  Because, although still here. Still right there. She could feel it now. She could sense all of the life that filled this home of light. 

 Even still, she knew. She knew it would all be gone tomorrow. So she mourned for those who still lived today. 

 Grim also knew, so very clear that she would soon join them. She would join them in their deaths. Just as she had joined their lives. She knew - she was convinced - that she wouldn’t survive. 

 It was in this moment, as Grim relaxed herself, and hung her legs over the roof, sitting back as she watched the stars. It was in this moment, the Padawan realized something else.

  She didn’t want to die. She just didn’t want to feel this pain. This grief that had consumed her heart slowly throughout the three years she had been fighting. All of that fighting that had been nothing. 

 She looked up at the stars. She never believed in fate, but she couldn’t help but try to find it written in the sky. As if the stars would tell her, her story. As if the stars themselves could save her from this tragedy she knew awaited her. 

 The tragedy that had begun all those years ago, the one Grim had walked into. Despite everything she knew. 

 She could blame it on her awestruck youth. She could blame the fact that she had been wrapped up into something so beautiful that she never wanted to leave. She could blame it on her childish self that only saw a galaxy that she had always adored. She could blame it on every one of those early and beautiful moments. 

 But that would be a lie. She could only blame herself as of now. 

 Because she had always had a choice in this story. She knew that. 

 She always chose to stay. Even after she had been through so much of the pain that the galaxy had to offer.

 Grim always had the option to walk away. She just always made the choice to stay.

 So that was all Grim could do now. She could stay. 

 There was no walking away at this point, it was far too late. The only escape, she had just denied. Even though she felt as if she wouldn’t survive. 

 Grim had to see her own story - her own tragedy - through until the end. 

 She tried to find that ending in the stars. But saw nothing. 

 All she knew was this: 

 Tragedy awaited. That was the ending. It was something she had known the moment this story began. This was the ending. This was the tragedy. This was her destiny.

 Even knowing, she had made the choice. She didn’t regret those choices either.

 She could’ve. Maybe to anyone else, she should’ve, but she didn’t. Because even through all of the pain she had gone through, even still with the ending tomorrow she had made memories that she would forever cherish.

 Even if forever only lasted until tomorrow. 

 Grim sat on the roof of the Jedi Temple, and watched the stars in the sky, sparkling with her tears. From the grief of all these years.

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#grim kennet #my writing #fic: the clone wars gets a new victim #mini!fic: the clone wars gets a new victim #deleted scene: the clone wars gets a new victim #star wars oc #jedi oc #my oc #padawan oc #tw suicidal thoughts #suicidal thoughts tw #cw suicidal thoughts #suicidal thoughts cw #tw attempted suicide #attempted suicide tw #cw attempted suicide #attempted suicide cw #yeah this fic is really dark....

[ladyloveandjustice]

“COULD YOU AT LEAST FUCKING CHECK HER PULSE BEFORE DOING THAT? WHAT IS THIS ROMEO-AND-JULIET BULLSHIT? AND Y’ALL CALL ME DUMB?’

Psyche is absolutely a better person than me because I’d be slapping him with my non-impaled hand while yelling this.

Also she doesn’t even flinch at having her hand run through with a knife? What is this girl’s pain tolerance?

#nev reads your throne #attempted suicide cw #blood cw

[badmusejail]

( @elementalnight )

Gaster woke up in the toy shop.

He sat up, swaying and disoriented, one hand lifting to rub at his skull as his good eye blinked and scanned the surrounding area.

He could have sworn...

It was so vivid, too--the bitter cold of the mountains, trudging forward step by step, waiting for the endless frost to guide him to eternal peace.

Was it all a dream?

With an exhale, he let his body slump against the wall, hands folding into his lap.

Now that he thought about it...

...

He didn't know.

He was shaking. He couldn't stop it, nor could he stop the tears that began to spill down his cheeks.

It was already obvious he was having memory problems--were they that bad? That persistent? That he could so easily remember doing something the he clearly had not? Thoughts and memories scattered like leaves in the wind, twirling just out of reach before spiraling into the abyss.

He stared down at his hands, vision blurring, and he couldn't be bothered to wipe it away. He was tired, and even before he had decided to leave, he hadn't been taking very good care of himself. It wasn't as if he needed much care, but he was beginning to feel the effects of hunger, exhaustion.

It wasn't that he wanted to die.

But he woke up here in these ruins; it was only logical that once he had lived within this city, breathed with these people, loved these people, and the idea that he somehow survived while they all perished... it broke his heart.

He was alone and left only with hostile faces that glared at him when they thought their leader wasn't looking, abandoned and bereft of everything he had loved.

Perhaps it was some sort of vision; meant to invoke an epiphany and show him the error of his ways.

...He didn't feel any better.

It wasn't as if it was anything he didn't already know. He knew it was poor choice, that he should do something with the life he still had, but... he just wanted to be with the people he loved.

Was that such a bad thing?

#elementalnight #((he's not getting out that easy :) #|| gaster | chorus of nothing. #|| shared | verse | kings and knights. #attempted suicide cw

[stories-of-the-multiverse]

((Time to throw Tabi’s bullshit down-))

#OOC #Tabi #Girlfriend #Demencia #GLaDOS #Lacus Clyne #Bidu #Barbara #the115project #roseclaims #albionmused #the-wild-card-hand #Friday Night Funkin' CW #NewGrounds CW #Bombing CW #Violence CW #Injury CW #Blood CW #Attempted Murder CW #Attempted Suicide CW #Human Experimentation CW #if I need to tag anything else please let me know #Anyways rip Tabi rn

[sad-leon]

TW Suicide Attempt

we all talk about him portal chopping an arm off but,,, it would be so easy. so quick

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#sad•leonart #really putting the sad in sad-leon recently lasdjalsdf #tw suicide attempt #cw suicide attempt #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise leo #this is older but i figured i'd share #i have literally nothing else #tsob epilogue is still a wip and my other big things i gotta make are secret santa gifts #also in true tsob fashion #i keep thinking of animatic ideas while doing lineart #idk when i'll post this but im not giving up yet #i have more people i wanna meet #almost posted this yesterday but. didnt wanna ruin the vibes. #sorry for being so depressing but also people seem to like when i post the sad blue turtle so. yeah

[rbtlvr]

(text from this post, fic is little kid with a big death wish by @remedyturtles)

i'm genuinely not sure where to start here - ig first of all this fic is absolutely incredible and if you somehow haven't read it yet you absolutely should!

okay. man. rem, this fic means so so much to me and i'm so glad i got to be here for it. i think this is one of those fics that'll stick with me years down the line even if one day i'm not into tmnt anymore, one i'll come back to over and over again

your writing has touched so so many people myself very much included, and i just. want to thank you so much for writing this fic and thank you for sharing it. you're an amazing writer and an amazing person and i'm lucky to know you. i can't wait to see what you do next

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #little kid with a big death wish #my art #forgor all my tags its ok ill come back later <3 anyway #god theres legit so so so much more i wanted to say but i cant get. the words right augh #i kinda tried to put some of it in the comic though so. yeah. the emotions anyway #idk idk i just have a Lot of feelings abt this fic and how real it feels and just . man. it hits so so hard /pos #just... the fact that dw leo has been through everything he has and is capable of recovery and living. even if he doesnt want to live just #yet. hes getting there. makes me feel like i can too as cheesy as that sounds lajfd;lajlfkl #anyway ive rambled enough i spent ten (10) full days on this comic i am setting it loose into the world. be free #suicide attempt cw #dissociation cw #<- just to be safe. ask to tag if theres anything else lafj;dljsafkl

[grendel-menz]

optimistic from now on

#art #my art #comic #poetry #visual poetry #words #diary #journal #ancestors #reflection #pessimism #cw suicide attempt discussion

[reasonsforhope]

"When Ghana’s parliament voted to decriminalise suicide and attempted suicide in March, Prof Joseph Osafo felt a weight lift from his shoulders.

Osafo, head of psychology at the University of Ghana, had been engaged in a near 20-year battle to abolish the law – brought in by the British – which stated that anyone who attempts suicide should face imprisonment or a fine.

“It was a very good feeling. I felt like a certain burden had been removed. I was extremely elated,” he remembers. “Then the next morning, I realised we had a lot of work to do.”

Four countries decriminalised suicide in just the past year

Ghana is one of four countries to have decriminalised suicide in the past year – Malaysia, Guyana and Pakistan are the others. More could soon follow, which campaigners say is a sign of greater awareness and understanding of mental health. Kenya and Uganda have filed petitions to overturn laws and members of the UN group of Small Island Developing States have committed to decriminalise. Discussions are also being held in Nigeria and Bangladesh.

“There seems to be a domino effect taking place,” says Muhammad Ali Hasnain, a barrister from United for Global Mental Health, a group calling for decriminalisation. “As one country decriminalises suicide, others start to follow suit.”

“It is quite unusual,” adds Sarah Kline, the organisation’s chief executive. “It’s a huge sign of progress and an important step forward for the populations most at risk, as well as the countries as a whole.” ...

A large number of laws were introduced by the British during colonial rule. Suicide was decriminalised in England, Wales and Northern Ireland in the 1960s – it was never criminalised in Scotland...

The results of these punishments can be “devastating” and present “a huge barrier” to addressing the problem, says Natalie Drew, a technical officer with the mental health policy and service development team at the World Health Organization. Health experts and advocates argue that suicide should be treated as a public health issue rather than a crime.

Criminalising suicide denies people the right to access health services and discriminates against them because of something they’re experiencing, Drew adds. Research shows that in countries where suicide has been decriminalised, people can seek help for mental health and rates tend to then decline.

Next Steps

In September, the WHO is due to release a guide on decriminalising suicide for policymakers, with explanations of how countries have managed it...

“[Ghana’s decision] should have an impact on the work ongoing in other countries, especially in the Africa region,” says Osafo. Within the past couple of months, he has set up a mental health working group with representatives from about 20 African countries, and one of the biggest issues on the agenda is decriminalisation of suicide, he says. “Nigeria is active, Cameroon is active … Kenya has joined and is doing fantastic work. We have Uganda. People have been asking us how we did it.”

Since suicide was decriminalised in Malaysia last month, Anita Abu Bakar, founder and president of the Mental Illness Awareness and Support Association (Miasa), has already seen things change. Crisis response teams and helplines are expanding, and money from the mental health budget is being given to organisations who work in the community. “This is the shift we’re so happy to see,” she says. “It was such an archaic law.”

She adds: “I’m a person with lived experience. What does decriminalisation mean to people like me? We feel supported, we feel this conversation can go to a different level. Obviously decriminalisation is not the only way to prevent suicide, but it’s a big one. I’m happy for this progressive move – better late than never. I’m excited to see what happens next, not just for Malaysia but for the rest of us.”"

-via The Guardian, July 20, 2023

#cw suicide #cw sui mention #ghana #malaysia #guyana #pakistan #nigeria #kenya #uganda #cameroon #mental health #mental illness #healthcare access #decriminalization #england #colonialism #good news #cw sui attempt #suicide

[fivewholeminutes]

A Series of Small Offerings

PART ONE -8- The Way That You Were

To tear that knife from what once / Would have been dead fingers

I have. Struggled a lot with this one, but I am glad it is done. I've had this idea rotating in my brain for a month and I have tried starting it at least 3 times both traditionally and digitally before I decided to turn it into a cut out, because I feel the most confortable making cut outs, actually.

HUGE, ENORMOUS shotout to @copper-sands / @ancientbygone for being my hand anatomy expert!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Without it this piece would look way worse <3

#me: hey let's stop having hand-related ideas for the small offerings maybe #also me: okay. so how about a piece with 6 hands in it- #come to think of it. the ghost hands would look better digitally but oh well #a series of small offerings #sleep token #sleep token fanart #alex vs the mortifying ordeal of having her art perceived #if you were wondering i am still shit at editing <3 #and now the warnings #blood #suicide #suicide attempt #implied suicide #self-harm #self harm #cw: blood #cw: suicide #cw: implied suicide #cw: self harm #pls let me know if i forgot something #ALSO SORRY LEVYNN THAT I POSTED AFTER A LONGER BREAK AT THE SAME TIME I SHOULD'VE CHECKED TUMBLR BEFORE POSTING

[aromanticbuck]

coping mechanisms & tattoos for mouse from your headcanon list <3

coping mechanisms

ooh... can I just say bad? they're pretty bad. they include getting high and sleeping around, sometimes at the same time. just... anything that makes him a little numb, if that makes sense? some people cope by facing something, exposure therapy, things like that. Mouse does the opposite.

he avoids things. he gets high until he forgets them. he goes to bars and hooks up with guys as a distraction. he runs away and reenlists because that hurts less than actively watching Jay be happy with someone else every day. he copes by not coping.

tattoos

with the exception of my YOTP fic for February, aka the tattoo fic, I don't think Mouse had any tattoos after his first enlistment or even when he reenlisted in s4

if he was to get a tattoo, I think it would be after he's discharged again. whether he returns to Chicago, or goes somewhere like Atlanta or Boston or LA or anywhere else I'd want to drop him. I'd like to think he figures out all of the mental stuff he's going through, maybe faces his overdose in 2011 for what it was, looks at his decision to reenlist again and realizes he had some of the same motivations, then.

I just like excuses to give my blorbos semi-colon tattoos. I think Mouse's would be somewhere not super visible unless he lets someone close? maybe high on his arm? or on his chest near his heart? or, I mean, I can give him another lower back tattoo, to make it a little more light hearted after, you know, giving him a semi-colon tattoo.

[ characterization headcanons ]

#answered #anon #alex says things #mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #cpd #chicago pd #one chicago #drug use cw #suicide attempt cw #suicidal thoughts cw #attempted suicide cw #those warnings are for the second answer btw #i am holding my sad little headcanons so gently

[coffeebanana]

Fic Summary:

"Adrien's in the hospital." Woken in the dead of night by a series of frantic phone calls, Marinette finds herself confronted with one of her worst fears. Next thing she knows, she's boarding a bus from New York to Montreal instead of flying home for winter break, contemplating how's she's going to navigate living with Adrien—who definitely wants nothing to do with her since the break up—for the indefinite future. Adrien just wants to find the energy to convince Marinette he's fine—that she can leave. Because having her here hurts too much, and he's better off alone. At least, that's what he tells himself. They're an ocean away from home, stuck together in a one-bedroom apartment, in a city suffocated by snow. The distance between them has never felt so insurmountable. But maybe there's hope after all.

#coffeebanana fics #miraculous ladybug #cw suicide attempt #cw depression #cw dissociation #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #love square #post-break up #post-reveal #it's not really PRPR but it's not not PRPR??? #post-s5 #post-reveal of All The Secrets™️

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that one interaction with the Hardie Boys

#disco elysium #harry du bois #kim kitsuragi #whats wrong with him #poor kim #cw #gun #attempted suicide #gun in mouth