#trigger warning: death

[neishroom]

zion's wife, janelle randomly passed away

#trigger warning: death #trigger warning: funerals #sims 4 #the sims 4 #ts4 #sims #maxis match #sims 4 maxis match #simble #*pacheco gen 2 #*pacheco legacy #*zion #*jaia #tough week for my legacy!

[ageless-aislynn]

I legit thought my computer was going to explode a few minutes ago. The Nvidia card made a sound like it had been literally kicked in the nuts into high gear. Everything froze. Then all 3 sets of considerable fans in the case blasted on. Hard shutting down (holding the power button down) did not work for about 10 very long seconds, giving me plenty of time to wonder if this was how death was going to come for me. I honestly kinda wish it would have. This thing might as well kill me as a grand finale.

In other news, Dell removed their most current BIOS and the previous 3 versions. I'm sure there's nothing suspicious about that and that everything Dell is doing is really cool and awesome and will promote perfectly working computers.

I know it's not all Dell PCs but, God bless, it's more than just one or two, if my research proves anything. I wish I could get a refund so I could trade this off for something that actually works. I wish I'd never bought it. Maybe I can save towards some entry level PC that can't game or vid (which is no different from what I have right now) but might not make me feel like I'm taking my life in my hands just turning it on. I don't want to be scared of my own computer and I actually really am of this one.

If I disappear for good, just know I love you all and I died doing the thing I love the most: endless computer repairs. 😑

I'm joking... well, about loving endless computer repairs at least. ☠️

#computer problems #computer issues #trigger warning: death #trigger warning: depression #ais nearly went kablooey #georgette #shall be the death of me i think #ageless aislynn #ais has a heckin' frustrate #i'm sorry for the downer tone but dang am i down right about now

[anothersimlishtragedy]

Part 1 - The Ghost and the Stranger

With a bar of soap in one hand and a pair of trousers in the other, Magnolia sank her hands into the hot water and begin to scrub and lather the material against the textured tin of the wash board.

She plunged and scrubbed the thin cotton chemise she'd been given on her wedding day by her mother. Next was a pair of Hollis' wool socks that had so much sweat and dirt on them they could nearly stand on their own. She grimaced and chucked it into the tub.

The whinny of a horse caught her attention from the front of the house. She stood and quickly wiped her hands on the skirts of her dress, then grabbed her pistol and started around the house.

"State your name!" she shouted to the stranger from behind the mesquite tree, her pistol in hand and finger on the trigger.

"Howdy, Ms. Brannon." the stranger called out from on top of his horse. She had to squint against the afternoon sun to make out the face of a man.

She cocked the pistol and a familiar metallic click sounded as the bullet entered the chamber.

"I said state your name or I'll blow your head clean off your shoulders, mister!"

"Woh, I don't mean no harm....I- I was just looking for the man of the house."

Through the leaves of the tree, she saw him shift in the saddle and grimace, like there was something about him that was hurt. She wasn't risking moving closer to him but something made her step aside from the leaves to get a good look at his face.

"He aint' here." Magnolia said through grit teeth.

The stranger shifted again and his horse whinnied, antsy and frustrated that they were standing still.

"I apologize, ma'am. This is the Brannon homestead, ain't it?"

"You sure got a lot of questions for someone who's got a gun pointed at 'em" she snarled. " I'm going to give you to the count of 3..."

"Name's Brannon. Hollis Brannon, ma'am." the stranger sputtered.

It made sense at that moment. The jawline, the vacant hazel eyes.

"You- you're, Jake's brother?" she manage to breathe out, chest tight and squeezing with every second that passed. She felt violently ill in that moment.

"Yep, his kid brother. Ya see, I was coming to ta-." he reached down towards the revolver on his hip and she fired a shot into the bramble to his left in defense.

"Shit!"

The horse bucked at the sound of gunfire and knocked the man onto the dirt with a thud, then took off like lightning down the road that trailed down to the river nearby.

She closed the distance between them fast. And then there he was, hat in the dirt, looking just like her late husband did 10 years ago. He clutched his right side where his shirt was plastered to his skin, wet and shiny with blood.

"I didn't aim for you." Her brow furrowed.

"Got shot on the road to Brindleton Bay." he winced, trying to sit up, then flopped back onto the dust with a thud.

"Aren't you a popular feller?"

She studied him for a moment, a ghost of her past come back to haunt her in the form of her late husband's brother. After a quick assessment, she knew he'd be too weak to try anything stupid, and she looped his arm around her neck to help him stand.

"My horse." he croaked, lips dry from days riding under the sun.

"He'll be aight. There's a river just down there. I'll go find him in a second. We need to get you on the porch."

"I don't want to impose..." he groaned between heavy steps and arms sagging against her shoulders and neck.

"It's a little late for that, now, isn't it?"

#trigger warning: violence/gun #trigger warning: death #brannon legacy #the brannon homestead #part 1-ghost and the stranger #ts4 gameply #ts4 story #ts4 simblr #ts4 historical simblrs4 screenies #thebrannonlegacy

[chamomileteahouse]

and if i'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?

❇ pairing: Diluc Ragnvindr x gn!reader

❇ summary: It was all his fault. (based on "my tears ricochet" by Taylor Swift)

❇ category: ANGST. just... angst.

❇ warnings: includes major character death (you), mentions of blood, murder, funeral, and swearing.

❇ notes: I have no idea what got over me when I was writing this so... I apologize for hurting lucluc like this. folklore event masterlist

Everything feels surreal. The winery is filled with flowers yet no one celebrates, people gather around wearing black, with no happy face to be seen. Everything happened too fast. He swore he could still smell the warm blood as its metallic smell fills his nostrils and threatens to overwhelm his lungs. He still could vividly remember that disgusting crimson pooling everywhere in the winery, on his hands, the floor, and the carpet.

Diluc still remembers his broken pleas and bloodshot eyes when he held your limp figure. It’s all clear to him as if he’s stuck in that specific moment of disaster. That moment where he wished he could turn back time for just five minutes—five minutes before all the irreparable damage he caused.

“I’m sorry—fuck. Just stay alive for me,” He pleas, unable to stop his sobbing. Tears welled up in his wide eyes, his breath sharp and unsteady. He turns away from you, away from the pain he inflicted, from the pain he has inflicted upon you. Your skin is red and wet. He’s sorry for it. He never meant to hurt you.

“Please, I’m sorry, I should have listened to you, I should’ve—” He shook you, trying to find any just any reaction. A simple cough or breath. It would be enough. “Someone, help.” His voice is weak, faltering, and tired. No one could hear him. No one was here to help him.

How did this happen? He recounted in his head, it’s all blurry now like his line of sight. All he could recall was the anger in his voice as he asked for an explanation about that badge you kept on you, and then the horror on your face when you tried to hide it. But now it seemed all pointless.

“I’m so sorry [Name]. I’m… archons please,” He didn't know who he was begging to, if he was asking a god up there to answer his prayer or if he was begging the dead body to miraculously rise up. Diluc was not a religious person but he’d pray for any archon, god, adepti, or whatever celestial being to answer his pleas. 

His fingers graze over the fatui badge just above his lover's wound and he couldn't help but let out a tight cry. To Diluc it didn’t seem to matter anymore. He should’ve realized that Fatui or not, you were still his. You were still [Name], and that should’ve been enough.

You would be enough.

But now he stands in front of a coffin. He’s supposed to give a eulogy, but no speech dares to leave his mouth, it felt wrong. Wasn’t he the cause of all of this? And now he was to give a tribute to your life—a life he ended. But no one knows. No one could force the blame on him and somehow he wished he was caught red-handed. Then maybe he’d be able to live with this burden honestly.

“We are all gathered here,” His lips tremble, “To celebrate the life of [Name]—” and his voice breaks, and the dam of tears he tried to keep together comes crashing. His hands are shaking and he feels his knees get weak. 

“I’m so sorry,” He chokes out, but no one understands him, all of them thinking he was apologizing for breaking down.

Only Diluc Ragnvindr would ever know he was apologizing to the coffin next to him.

#—chamomileteahouse: folklore event #diluc x you #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc scenarios #diluc angst #diluc x y/n #reader insert #diluc x reader angst #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #my tears ricochet #chamomileteahouse #trigger warning: death #trigger warning: violence #trigger warning: gore

[ninadove]

🦚 Feligami February 🐉

Day 9: Karma

Guess who just got ✨MURDERRREEEEED ✨

For mine and @paracosmicat’s PV / Black Cat Felix AU!

#miraculous ladybug #felix graham de vanily #pluto #black cat felix #kagami tsurugi #feligami #tomoe tsurugi #mlb au #pv au #black cat felix au #kwami swap #trigger warning: death #trigger warning: blood #feligami february #feligami february 2024 #nina draws

[b3k1720]

Jacob Frye, Even though I’m leaving ( Father’s Day song fic )

By Luke combs ( song fic )

………………….

It’s Father’s Day in some parts of the world right now ( not here in Australia) so I thought I’d write this one shot for those craving something for Jacob and his son ( I used my version of Jacob’s family )

@nemo-in-wonderland @ct-5445 @thedragonqueenfan @assassins-and-hidden-blades

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( 1875 )

It was sometime in the night when little Emmette Frye snuck from his bed and tiptoed to his parents room. The trees rustling and tapping on the window pane had frightened him.

At first he tried to wake up his sister,

“Hmm go’way” she muttered and rolled back over and covered herself with her blanket.

Once in his parents room he shook his father awake,

“Daddy?” Emmette whispered to the assassin startling the man awake, he reached for the blade he kept under the mattress but stopped when he saw who disturbed him.

“Emmette?” Jacob rubbed the sleep from his eyes and got up from the bed carefully as not to disturb his wife.

The young boy quickly jumped in to his fathers arms as he picked him up,

“Let’s get you back to bed lad…” he yawned.

( start song )

Before Emmette could utter another word the assassin was already tucking him in to bed, giving him a goodnight kiss and starting to turn to leave,

“Daddy I’m afraid, won’t you stay a little while” he begged grabbing his fathers sleeping shirt by the tails,

“Why’s that son?” Jacob asked curiously now turning back to listen,

“Keep me safe because there’s monsters right outside” Emmette explained pointing to the window that let the moonlight in.

“There’s no monsters lad, you’ll be alright” Jacob tried to reason softly, trying again to leave.

“Daddy please don’t go, I don’t want to be alone…when you leave they’ll know I’m alone and get me” Emmette whimpered.

Seeing the genuine fear in his child Jacob took his hand and said,

“Just cause I’m leaving, it don’t mean that I wont be here right by your side…when you need me and you can’t see me in the middle of the night”

He took his son in to a hug,

“Just close your eyes and say a prayer, it’s ok I know you’re scared when I’m not here…I’ll always be right here” Jacob added putting a hand over Emmette’s heart.

( 1891 )

“Come father I’ll be late my carriage will be here any minute” Emmette called out to his father, now a young man he had been called away over seas for a mission on behalf of the British brotherhood.

He had just finished consoling his mother and promising profusely to write as often as he could.

“You know the brotherhood doesn’t like to be kept waiting” Emmette added as his father came down the stairs, the years hadn’t been to kind to the elder assassin especially during the autumn of terror some years back.

“Are you ready son?” Jacob asked as he looked at the one suitcase he was going to take.

“As I’ll ever be..” he replied nervously, there was a sick churning in his stomach and he wasn’t even on the boat yet.

Emmette wondered if he was ready for this mission at all…he had always had his father to guide him.

Opening the front door the young man saw the carriage pull up on the street infront of his childhood home.

Jacob pulled his son close before he could leave, wrapping his arms around his sons neck,

“Just because your leaving, it don’t mean I won’t be there by your side” he whispered holding back the tears that threatened to spill and the lump in his throat,

“When you need me and you can’t see me in the middle of the night”

Emmette tried to interrupt,

“I-I’ll be fine father-“

“Just close your eyes and say a prayer, it’s ok I know your scared…I might be here but I’ll always be right there..” Jacob added pulling away from his son, patting him on the back and sending him off in to the world.

( 1919 )

The telegram had come a week prior from old Aunt Evie in the countryside,

‘Emmette come home. Your father had an Apoplexy’ the elder man read it and his heart filled with dread, he took the first train he could to Crawley.

Once there he, his sister and Aunt Evie did their best to look after the old assassin. He wasn’t so spry no more and he couldn’t free run or fight like in his old days.

But unfortunately he grew weaker each day,

“Heh who knew a stroke would take me” Jacob whispered from his bed as Emmette sat by his bedside, Amelia was helping her Aunt prepare lunch downstairs.

“I’d always hoped it’d be at the business end of blade or pistol” he chuckled which turned in to a coughing fit which made the old man gasp for air.

“You aren’t going to die father…just rest and you’ll regain your strength soon enough” Emmette reasoned after his father had slightly settled, taking his hand gently.

The poor man was in denial even after the doctors grim diagnosis…he wasn’t going to get better.

“I’m an old man Emmette…I’ve done my fighting…I miss your mother” Jacob muttered tiredly wheezing, his grip loosening on his sons hand.

Emmette felt tears pool in his eyes,

“Daddy I’m afraid…won’t you stay a little while?” He felt like a small child again as he begged his father trying to keep him awake.

“It’s my time son…”

“I never thought I’d see the day I’d have to say goodbye..” Emmette whimpered.

“T-Then I did good..a father should never have to bury his son…”

“Daddy please don’t go, I can’t do this on my own..” he became to softly cry,

“You have your sister…and your children…look after your aunt for me..” Jacob reasoned rasping.

“There’s no way I can walk this road alone…I still need you..”

With the last bit of strength in the old Assassins body Jacob took his sons hand,

“Just cause I’m leaving, it don’t mean that I won’t be here right by your side…when you need me and you can’t see me…I-in the middle of the night..” he answered softly.

“Just close your eyes and say a prayer..” Jacob lifted a shakily weak hand to wipe away the tears running down Emmette’s cheek,

“It’s okay boy I’m not scared, I won’t be here…”

His weakened hand slipped down to place it over his sons heart,

“I’ll always be right here…” Jacob patted it and his arm fell back by his side, too exhausted now to move.

“Amelia, Aunt Evie!” Emmette cried out,

“Even though I’m leaving…I’m not going no where…” Jacob closed his eyes.

“I’m not going no where…” he muttered and drifted off to sleep…. 

#jacob frye #assassinscreedsyndicate #assassins creed #jacobfrye #ac syndicate #Emmette Frye #fathersday #angst #trigger warning: death #Spotify #songfic #Jacob’s family

[caffeinated-enigmathing]

Memories

All the firsts without you are hard; First birthday, first Christmas, start of my first year with you gone.

I cry and grieve, and somehow those dark days go by and I survive them.

People don't get to see my tears or the sharp pain of slowly healing.

I love you so deeply and remember all the little things, even the end. And how your last breath echoed

in the silence that now haunts me.

#poetry #poems and poetry #poems and quotes #poems about love #poems about grief #spilled poetry #caffeinated-enigmathing #original poem #original writing #trigger warning: death #grief

[trans-luis-serra-navarro]

Trigger warning: pretty in-depth discussions about death under the cut!!!!!

Idk why I’ve been mulling over Luis’ death so much but I feel like I’ve come to,,,,,,,, s o m e kind of realisation/conclusion that. Goddamn. Death is a hard to nail subject huh

Like we’re so used to death being the ultimatum; we’re so used to the western ideals brought on by Catholicism and Christianity and capitalism that death is the final destination and after that there’s nothing so therefor you should fear it but like.

Death is SO different in every single culture- it means something so completely different to every single human being on earth yet we’ve all experienced it. Death is all around us and death is interpreted as something entirely unique to every unique person and their experiences and their culture and upbringing and it’s like

How do we view Luis’ death if death is such a personable subject???? Do we view it in the context of the intended western audience, and our view on death being the ultimatum?? Do we view in from an in-universe perspective and treat it as a tragedy and a sad confirmation for Luis that his toxic catholic upbringing was right and death IS the only way to repent????? Do we take that and roll with it and view it from the other characters narrative perspectives; how it functions to continue Leon’s character arc or Ada’s motives????? Do we view it as cathartic as other cultures do, or do we view it from a specifically Spanish point of view?????? Do we view it through the eyes of Capcom; who both are in this for the money but also clearly wanted to tell such an inate and human and deep story that it’s impossible to ignore that??????

How do we view something as complex as death when death means something so entirely different to everyone???????? How can we make a definitive statement on Luis’ death aside from the obvious inherent tragedy when, in theory, his death will mean something totally different to every person who will watch it (And hopefully they’ll have as much grace and consideration as I’m trying to give him)

I think the ONLY takes that I can say with confidence are just,,,,, r e a l l y incorrect Are people who say his death was deserved or that he was only ever doing what he did for himself and that he was selfish. Luckily I’ve only ever really seen this sentiment from cishet white macho dudebro re fans but still BCNSHSNSJS

And before you cry ‘yoUrE rEaDInG tOo fAr IntO thIS’ first of all,,,,,, yeah that’s the point of this blog BXBEHENEHDNXHXJ but also,,,,,, do you not find beauty in being able to find deeper meaning in characters like this??????? Do you not think we as humans should all use characters and fiction as a means to explore topics we otherwise couldny like this??????? Why should MY take on a character be worth any less because it’s ‘going too deep’ or maybe wasn’t what the game was DIRECTLY intending?????? Do my takes mean anything less because of that??? No!!!!!! I’d argue they mean more because it makes me think deeper about things and feel deeper about things I wouldn’t have otherwise!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyways. Any Unus Annus fans in the crowd????????????

#luisposting #tw death #tw: death #tw// death #trigger warning death #trigger warning: death #luis serra

[talesofthepinktape]

tw: death

Can't believe Terry Funk and Bray Wyatt are both gone, holy shit...

#tw: death #trigger warning: death #terry funk #bray wyatt #pro wrestling

[champofpallet]

Hey everybody it’s been a while! Sorry I haven’t been on lately. I promise I haven’t forgotten you.

I’ve been having lots of problems with my family. Last month my grandmother died so I’ve been a mental wreck lately. Not to mention another one of my family members is trying to inherit EVERYTHING from them so they can sell their stuff for money, so I’ve been very stressed about that, my family is absolutely toxic.

But good news is that finally after years and years of trying to fix things by ourselves someone is finally going to help us with the hurricane damage!

I’m still not in the mental mood to write yet, but as soon as all this settles I’ll do my best to be back! Love you guys ❤️

#ash speaks [OOC] #Trigger Warning: Death #cw death #cw family issues #i miss you all #I’ll try to be back soon ❤️

[sunkissedintheblue]

Pro life people, listen up

the thing I don't get about pro life is the question "what if the child was the future _______?"

Like it can always be countered with the question "what if the mother was the future ______? And now she can't continue her education because she has to earn money for the child as the father left her because he doesn't have time for a baby and so did her parents because she was wrong for 'getting herself pregnant'."

But there's also the possibility for the the child to be part of the LGBTQ+ community yk. Like what if the child was transgender? Now what? Are we gonna pretend that all these one brain cell people suddenly gonna stop being transphobic just because a random brilliant woman didn't abort because it's illegal?

Because now you have a single mother working multiple jobs with her transgender child who has the possibility of getting murdered at their school and your government doesn't care about any of these topics.

#Trigger warning: transphobia #pro life #Pro choice #transgender #lgbtq community #Trigger warning: death #lgbt #Like I'm genuinely curious what the next step is #Is it equality? #It is kindness? #If not then what's the point?

[let-me-love-you-loki]

An apology to the loyal people who follow me. Warning: read the tags!

To all of my lovely readers--anyone who's stuck around--I'm sorry I haven't posted anything in a very long time. I know I've said this before, but real life has been kicking my ass in every way possible for the last few months. The truth of it is that I've really been battling severe depression for a long time. Depression that has completely sapped my desire to write. I miss my characters so much, and I have chapters I've pieced together in those moments when the urge hits and I can work up the energy. I'll post them soon. I promise.

Depression isn't the only thing. Well, it's the root cause of a lot of things. Worry about work and general life only makes it harder to keep up the energy. There have been a lot of times recently where I've contemplated a way out. Where all I've wanted was to go to sleep and not wake up again. I've felt so guilty about abandoning all of you because my absolute greatest fear is being abandoned myself.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I've let you all down . I'll do better.

#trigger warning: death #trigger warning: depression #trigger warning: self-harm #personal

[ageless-aislynn]

Sorry to have been out of touch for a while, I've had the computer off for 4 days, 2 while I was waiting for a new surge protector to come in, 2 because, well, I was honestly too scared to turn it back on. 🤷‍♀️

But I've got some things I need it to be able to do for me, so here I am, just a girl sitting in front of her computer, asking it not to explode.

I actually flippantly just told my dad, "I'm going to turn the computer on so if you hear a big explosion, be sure to tell everyone at my funeral that I died doing the thing I love the most: endless computer repairs."

Dad: "Noted for your obituary."

Me: "And be sure to tell them that I'll now be spending eternity in Computer Repair Heaven, endlessly repairing computers that never actually work and... Wait a minute, that won't be Heaven I'm in, then, will it?" 😶

Dad: "Doesn't sound like it. I'd stay, then, if I were you."

So yes, Dad and I share a morbid since of humor, what can I say? 🤷‍♀️

Anyway, hope you're all doing well. I'll be catching up on things as best I can the next few days. Love to you all. 🤗

#about me #morbid #dark humor #trigger warning: death #death #death mention #computer problems #computer issues #ageless aislynn

[anothersimlishtragedy]

Part 3 - The Stranger and the Ghost

"Well, I guess I'll be off then."

Magnolia looked up from her task of sweeping the kitchen and took a second to compose herself at the sight of Jamie wearing her late husband's clothes. After a few seconds, she cleared her throat and fiddled with the broom handle , staring down at her shoes in solemnity.

"I'd like to thank you for taking care of this here." Jamie motioned towards his side.

"You were bleeding on my floor. Weren't nothin."

He chuckled, which caused her to start. "I'm sorry - I'm not laughing at your expense. I'm just thinking about how many times I thought about sullying your pretty bedspread last night laying on top of it with my filthy clothes and boots. I am real sorry about it."

They could both sense each other's discomfort and uncertainty. Magnolia was tired of pretending she wasn't happy about the situation and was the first the break the silence.

"I know you prolly wanna know about your brother, and you deserve to, truly you do. But I ain't got nothing I can tell you 'cept what I already did, which is he's dead."

Jamie started to speak but Magnolia continued.

"I know how hard it is, losin' a loved one. So you'll be forgivin me then iffn' I come off harsh or uncaring in some way."

They both stood there in silence for a few seconds as the stove crackled.

"I didn't know my brother all that well, Mrs. Brannon. I'm certainly sad to hear of his passing, but truth be told, I'm not all that surprised given his reputation."

Magnolia looked up from the floor at him.

"And what reputation would that be?"

Jamie shifted, the pain in his side waking up now as well.

"I'm afraid it wouldn't be too gentlemanlike of me to discuss in front of the gentler sex, ma'am." he hid his gaze from under the brim of his hat to avoid the flush that he expected to see on her freckled cheeks and the warm pink that had flooded his own.

Instead, she let out throaty laugh that shocked him entirely.

"Well, you're just a proper socialite, ain't ya?"

Jamie frowned in confusion. "I'm sorry?"

Magnolia approached him and he swallowed hard at the sight of her angular nose and steely green eyes flash, so close in front of him.

"There ain't nothin gentle about me, and I'll tell you right now, ain't nothin you can tell me that I ain't heard or seen before. I shovel shit with my bare hands," she paused to hold up her calloused palms and shake them slightly towards him, "and I've had to keep this farm runnin' on my lonesome without no help from nobody. Naw, there ain't nothing gentle about the female sex, Mr. Brannon. Least not me there ain't."

She turned to twist the cap off a mason jar filled with clear liquid and took a deep pull, then twisted it back on. The smell of moonshine wafted between them and he almost laughed out loud.

She wasn't a delicate flower; she was poison ivy, ready to spread a nasty red rash of sarcasm and no-nonsense on the ass of anyone that rubbed her wrong.

"All right." Jamie said.

"He's got a bad reputation back home of brawling, philandering, and most recently before he took off to these parts, stole some money from some pretty dangerous people." When he finished speaking, he studied her body language for any signs of disbelief or shock.

"He tom-catted around up here, in Appaloosa Township. He didn' t think I knew it but, hell, I ain't an idiot. He'd saddle up and ride into town then show up two days later with a wad of cash in his pants smellin like piss and whore."

Magnolia took one last swig from the mason jar then twisted the cap and wiped her face with the sleeve of her work dress.

"I bet you're wonderin' why I married the sorry sucker in the first place, huh?"

Jamie paused, then shook his head yes.

"I'm still askin' myself that question."

#ts4 simblr #historical simblr #part 3 the stranger and the ghost #sims 4 story #sims 4 #ts4 #simblr #western sims #ts4 horses #trigger warning: death #thebrannonlegacy

[dalisay17]

12:30am. i received a call from a friend.

we lost another fellow doctor today.

it hit differently because I knew them since undergrad personally. They were bright, wielding a vibrant personality despite the odds. They brought this with them through med school - also through residency, I presumed. And we walked the same paths, but diverged in the detours.

To hear this update about them - someone I distantly knew, but had been rooting for in their chosen field when I heard about them from common friends - is unfair. Someone who was so close to becoming a person equipped to better the lives of others, lost before they even had the chance to do so.

we don't know the full context of why, how it lead to this, but this could have been prevented. we could speculate and speculate, but -

the system must have killed them.

the one who called me had added that a different institution lost 3 trainees to suicide in the span of a year - 2 of which from the same department, within the span of weeks from each other.

I tweeted about this acquaintance. But deleted it out of respect for those closer to them, because I only knew them in passing. I felt it wasn't my place to speak out before those close to them. but my feelings burned.

it is unfair for a system like this to persist. just a few weeks back, a consultant on twitter asked about why the number of those who went into residency continued to dwindle in number.

then this news of a suicide.

this system must be purged and wrought anew. dramatic, but there should be sirens for this demand. no team member should be left behind. and yet there are those who persist to claim it is the way it is to strain those of quality, rather than to build up individuals into stronger versions of themselves. that programs are there because skills are to be taught and learned - not gatekept for petty pride.

a weird segue, but a part of me hoped that there was a modicum of truth to the stories about being transported back in time or into other worlds. a trend in fiction nowadays. it may be useless, but i hope - hope and pray and wish it - that wherever their soul ends up, that their next chances at life would be kinder and more triumphant for them.

we'll miss you! and we'll continue to fight for a better world for those of the same ilk. but for now, i pray you can rest better, even for a while.

#trigger warning: suicide #trigger warning: death #med life #buhay Med #dalisay17's rants #holy shit #haven't written in a while and its about THIS #tag-ranting #WHY WHY WHY #WHY YOU OF ALL PEOPLE

[ninadove]

Fold your hands and close your eyes,

Yeah it’s all gonna be alright

#miraculous ladybug #felix graham de vanily #argos #amelie graham de vanily #colt fathom #mlb spoilers #mlb pretention #carrie underwood #church bells #mother’s day #trigger warning: death #It’s Mother’s Day in France so take this #She murdered that bitch you can’t change my mind #He wasn’t dying fast enough so she helped release him from existence