To all of you out there writing long ass...carefully cultivated...painstakingly characterized...thoughtfully written fanfictions...I see you and I appreciate the everliving shit outta you.
unanswered phonecalls
seeing op's phone with shit ton of missed calls and new messages
texting to deceased op or writing letters to op
mp3 players with op's favorite songs
grave with no flowers, or a single dead flower
feel free to add or use sum of dis for ya angsty scenes
empty bedroom once was full and lively
messy bedroom, op never came back, it was left as it is, as if op will be back soon. but op will never come back
cut out calendar, where op knows its his/her time already, so he/she cut the calendar to leave it only until the last date
unfinished paintings
op wanting/wishing to meet a deceased loved ones (unknowingly op wished to die, they want it so bad)
the place that op use to seat is empty (in class, cafeteria, etc)
empty and undecorated bedroom bcs op is not here to stay
:)
Dem feels, when Kamitani called him “dad”.
And when Ryuuchan saw kamitani’s hurt expression….
tried drawing ikemoto's design.. with kishi-sp style..
bonus: and heres a happy toddler-jin.
Not wearing glasses anymore. I’ve seen enough
*gas mask breathing noises* you know where the nearest taco bell is
Semi: What are you doing?
Tendou: I’m confronting the person who ruined my life.
Semi: Tendou, you’re yelling at a mirror-
exactly the meme i needed
*during online class*
Teacher : ask questions if you have any confusion :)
My friend, confused : asks questions
Teacher : disappears
I’m going to say something that might upset some folks. And I know that this is going to be tough to hear. It’s tough for me to say, because this is something I’ve been guilty of in the past and it’s a hard thing to go through and deal with. But it needs to be said.
If you are hurting, you need to tell people. Not should—you need to tell people. The people around you are not psychic and they aren’t going to know what’s going on unless you tell them.
It’s super easy to play the wounded card and say, “why didn’t anyone notice? Why didn’t they see that I was hurting, it was so obvious? I reblogged a bunch of my chemical romance lyrics. I vagueblogged about feeling like garbage. I pinned an existential meme on my blog.” But guess what fam?? Literally everyone I know is doing that and not every one of them is in crisis mode!!!
I feel for you, I really do, but you can’t ask me why no one cared until you explicitly stated that you wanted to actually die, for real, not joking. Because we didn’t know you wanted to actually die, for real, not joking until you said it. You never told anyone. You never reached out over DMs, you hid behind memes and jokes because you didn’t want to burden everyone with your problems, you said you were fine when people asked if you were doing okay.
Tell someone when you’re hurting. Tell them. Personally. Explicitly. Don’t be vague, don’t say “haha” or “lmao” or “/j” if you’re not actually joking because how am I supposed to help you if you’re communicating to me that it’s not that serious. There’s no micro expressions on the internet, I can’t tell the difference between “okay” and “okay.” because it’s different for everyone.
Tell. Someone.
reaction pics everyone will still understand even with the text removed
Also:
“I see you’re sick/sad! Let me do my best to distract you from that so you can stop thinking about it and feel better!”
“You’re really excited about this thing and I don’t understand it but I’m trying to be excited about it too because you love it!”