Remus Would Hang Out With His Plushies And Just Joins Roman. He Loves Movies And Ruining Them But He

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...

I mean im fine without Virgil but Roman or Logan not showing up? Scared

we’re in for a ride, lads. 😔

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harsh but true-

unless Remus is involved but even then they didn’t listen to him

To people who are desperately asking for fundz/donations on tumblr.

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I never see anyone actually getting any significant donations on tumblr and to be honest, tumblr is the worst place to ask for assistance. Use it as your last resort, it frustrates me to no end seeing people begging for help, reblogging the same post over and over, the same types of posts over and over, to no avail, when people are waiting to help you on a different part of the web  GO TO WHERE THE HELP IS. IF YOU WANT DIRECT ACTION TO WORK STOP WITH TUMBLR AND USE REDDIT.

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oh trust me, I torture Logan a LOT to

Sanders Sides Ghost AU

Takes place in the year 2050. Thomas moved into a house haunted by six teenage ghosts. These are their stories of how they died.

TW: Mentions of rape, racism, suicide, death, war, disease, violence, beheading, a car crash, and homophobia (if I need to add any more, let me know)

I'm just writing this down and posting it for future fics as, like, a reference or something I guess

Remus Prince: Date of death: January 17th, 2023. Cause of death: Shot in the chest during battle. Age of death: 18

Roman Prince: Date of death: March 25th, 2020. Cause of death: COVID-19. Age of death: 15.

Virgil Brown: Date of death: April 6th, 1984. Cause of death: Car crash

Logan Ramirez: Date of death: December 11th, 1957. Cause of death: Suicide by hanging because of abuse, rape, racism, and homophobia. Age of death: 10

Patton Hart: Date of death: July 2nd, 1863. Cause of death: Shot in the chest during the American Civil War. Age of death: 19.

Janus Smith: Date of death: October 19th, 1750. Cause of death: Beheading. Age of death: 17.

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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?

My friends wonder why I hide shit about myself but like this kid and this teacher knew I was german.

AND

This kid was in my science class too and had the AUDACITY to get mad when I said I didn't like him. He asked me if I liked him and I said without hesitation "No" and he was upset. He said I should like him. But I wasn't taking it. I said "I don't care what you think. I don't like you. And I don't have to explain myself to you."

First off why the fuck would I like you. I don't care if it's platonically or romantically. This kid literally hurt me too. I don't are if it was accidental. You shouldnt have been phisically fighting with someone in class in the first place.

Second off I don't even know you. I never bothered to know who the "popular" kids were.

Third off this happened THE SAME DAY as him calling all germans corrupt.

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?

Head canon: Logan is the reason why Thomas can sing so well! Logan sings amazingly and Thomas learned unconsciously from him, assuming it was Roman

I'm very confused. No matter how many times I read this I don't understand the anon

Stop hating on Virgil people like you are one of the many reasons why depression is a real thing

I- what?

could someone please explain how this makes sense lmao

I can't believe that not liking a fan favorite singlehandedly caused the existence of depression

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".