“not That Any Of You Care, But I Am Unharmed” EXCUSE ME? I CARE. ME. RIGHT HERE. YES ME.

oh right

when does he ever take the burden?

never

Virgil: L?

Logan: *holding baby Remus and Roman, doing his geometry homework, and talking on the phone with Janus* Yeah, Virge?

Virgil: You amaze me.

Logan: Aw, thank you, you amaze me too. *leans in and kisses him*

Virgil: I- uh- th- thanks.

I felt that. I literally know how that feels. Back in 7th grade we were reading about the holocaust. I was born in Germany and raised there until right before my 7th birthday. I was never ashamed of being from Germany and was proud of being from there. I never bragged about it because I didn't care whether or not people knew.

We were reading "Parallel Journeys" if I remember correctly. This kid, let's call him Brock, stood up and yelled "All germans are corrupt." And nearly everyone in class knew I was a german so they looked at the teacher. She, let's call her Ms. Soul, just said only the jews aren't corrupt.

Everyone looked at me and waited for my reaction. I just looked at the table ashamed. My teacher continued on with the lesson.

Just remembered that time some old white lady in North Carolina cursed me out and threatened me because I'm from New Jersey.

I literally didn't do shit to her. I was lost in a Walmart looking for a Christmas present for my cousin and she came up to me and asked me what I was looking for.

"Oh, I'm looking for a present for my cousin."

Her whole demeanor changed when I spoke cause of my accent (I know I have a very strong New Jersey accent, people tell me all the time).

"Are you from New York?"

"No, I'm actually from New Jersey."

She just started cursing me out, calling me a Yankee and shit. I'm just standing there so confused trying not to cry. Normally, I would've cursed right back at her, but I was too shocked. So I just stood there.

What am I even supposed to say to that? I was just so confused. She literally said, "Go die, Northern trash" to me. How am I supposed to respond to that?

IM DRAWING THIS! WAIT A FEW DAYS AND ILL POST IT!

Logan in a wedding dress Logan in a wedding dress Logan iN A WEDDING DRESS-

Me vs a random fander:

Fander Janus is accepted

Me: something's iffy

Fander: where's Virgil

Me: meh... He hurts Logan and Roman and despises Remus and Dee

Fander: Patton's evil?!

Me: HiS tRuE fOrM!

Fander: ignoring Logan

Me: thoroughly reading it through

Fander: *crying over Roman*

Me: ...but if Patton's "nice" and checking up on him why y'all crying

Fander: only caring about Dee Roman and Virgil

Me: WHAT ABOUT LOGAN?! IS HE WITH REMUS? REMY? EMILE? WHERE IS HE?!?!?

If you couldnt tell, I don't like Patton or Virgil

So about 3 months back I got kicked out of a Logan Angst Chat thing on Tumblr.

I got kicked out for writing something angsty in there for Logan and the person running it said I was being mean to Logan. I asked how and they kicked me out. Now I ask again WHY?!

Why was I kicked out for doing something in an ANGST server that was ANGST?! for the character who you're SUPPOSED to write angst for and I didn't make ANY of the others unsympathetic (even though I wanted to) so what did I do wrong?

Holy shit! That kid better not have done what I thought he did!

And who found him stepping off the chair?

If it was a sibling, I will probably cry!

Logan Ramirez- Suicide by hanging- Age ten

I mean, this is gonna be a fucked up story because I graciously gifted young, sweet, innocent Logan with the most fucked up backstory.

TW: Child abuse, alcohol mention, violence, blood, rape, bullying, homophobia, racism, self harm, suicide.

The blood soaked straight through the black cotton sleeves of Logan's jacket. He had tried to make it stop before he left for school, but failed and immediately regretted cutting right before school. Remy saw it the second he noticed Logan. He grabbed his arm and rolled his sleeve back.

"Logan, please..." he begged him to listen. Logan pulled his arm away.

"Remy, I don't think there's anything you or I could do to fix this." It was true, anyone could see it. Logan Ramirez was so far gone that nobody would ever get him back. Logan was suddenly thrown into a locker. He felt warm blood soak the back of his jacket.

At least it'll match the sleeves now, Logan thought.

"Hey, whore!" the eighth grader who'd pinned him against the locker sneered. "What happened to your arm? Is your mama beating you?"

"No, I did it to myself," Logan deadpanned. No reason to hide it anymore. Nobody would care anyway. The boy pushed him harder against the locker and got right in his face.

"Yeah, faggot? You cut yourself? Why?" Logan didn't answer. He didn't even look the boy in the eyes. He didn't cry or scream. He remained silent. The boy threw him to the floor and someone else threw Remy down. A group of kids surrounded them, laughing at them.

"Go to hell, faggots!" A girl's voice called.

"Nobody wants you here, brownies!" Another voice called. Everyone laughed. Remy cried. Logan's expression didn't change in the slightest. Logan silently and emotionlessly took the beat down he was getting. When the hallway cleared, he and Remy ran to the bathroom, which was empty, thank God. They attempted to clean up the blood, but knew it was hopeless at that point. It had already soaked through their clothes and they were all bruised up anyway. They heard the door open and Remy paled with fear.

The boy was older, maybe seventh grade. He locked eyes with Logan and lunged at him, pinning him to the wall.

"Get off of him!" Remy shouted.

"Shut it!"

"Remy, don't-" The boy covered Logan's mouth until Logan stopped trying to talk. Remy ran from the bathroom to go ask for help, but nobody ever came back.

The older boy reached into Logan's pants.

"Yeah, I bet you like that, faggot! So robotic! Maybe you'll finally feel something. Fag!" Logan tried to remain emotionless. He'd been so good at being emotionless. He'd done so well at faking it. He hadn't shown any emotion in public for years.

But when the boy had pulled down his pants and started doing unspeakable things to him, Logan screamed.

"Ayudame! Remy, ayudame!"

But nobody ever came back.

Five minutes later, Logan was left on the bathroom floor alone, curled into himself, sobbing. He wanted to go home, but home was worse.

That afternoon, he walked home, completely numb for the first time. He'd always been great at hiding emotions, but he still felt them until now.

Logan's mother immediately ordered him to cook dinner for himself and his siblings, and he silently obeyed. An empty beer bottle narrowly missed his head and broke on the window.

"You can't do anything right!" she screamed. Logan remained silent. He couldn't make himself talk even if he wanted. She threw another beer bottle. This time, she hit him. Logan ignored the blood and started cleaning up the broken glass. She picked him up and started hitting him, all the while Logan didn't make a sound. He ran to his room the second he got a chance and broke down sobbing. Logan never wanted this. Then, his eyes fell on a long piece of thick rope. He didn't bother writing a note. Nobody, not even Remy, would care enough to read it.

Logan tied the rope to the ceiling, stood on his chair, and tied it around his neck. He stared out the window, tears still rolling down his cheeks. But now, he was smiling weakly. He heard someone run up the stairs.

"I'm sorry, Remy. I love you," he whispered. Just when the door burst open, Logan stepped off the chair.

-----

I'm sorry.

Projecting? No, not me. Of course not.

Ayudame translates to "help me".

I hope things get better for you and your family too

So I'm fucking done. I can't do my schoolwork without taking ages because I get distracted easily. Now I'm on edge because I heard gunshots last night nearby. And not even a month ago a crazy person banged on our door. I'm fucking tired and sleep deprived. My brain hates me. I'm in a lot of pain too because I got hurt somehow a while back and it's acting up again. Ive given up on 2021 already...

Never! I love Logan!

I could never make him Unsympathetic!

virgil who acts so calm when he’s done something wrong and you’re trying to call him out on his bullshit. it’s like talking to a motherfucking brick wall because all he’s saying is “i’m sorry i made you feel that way.” “i didn’t intend for my words to come across like that.” “maybe you could confront me nicely next time so we can have a civil conversation.” eventually you get so worked up you scream and yell and now he’s playing the victim card. “you screamed at me when i was being kind and listening to your words!!” “you were being completely unfair!!” and all his friends back him up. roman says “why were you being so harsh? virgil apologized, you should’ve accepted it and moved on.” “come on man, he was agreeing with you, stop being so sensitive.” 

I need to find this

So theres this sanders sides fanfic i read where the sides turn into teens. and logans the youngest (12 i think) and he gets kidnapped. then the others get kidnapped too. then logan gets sent to a different dimension and the other sides take him in (the dark sides, well light sides of the dimension) then they call virgil and logan overhears him say the other logan is better (the logan from the alternate universe)

please help me find it. ive been looking for it for literal months

You are a new favourite person of mine

STOP SCROLLING!

Oka, I plan on following everyone on tumblr

literally everyone

Please reblog so I can make this happen