Holy Shit! That Kid Better Not Have Done What I Thought He Did!
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.
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I'm sorry.
Projecting? No, not me. Of course not.
Ayudame translates to "help me".
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hOlD uP iS hE nOt gOnStA tAkE sOmE oF tHe BuRdEn?!
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.
How old is Virgil
AND LOGAN!
MY GOD NO!
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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oh no
is she okay?
are you two okay?
Just a quick, sad thing
Logan's, "I'm here to deliver one last fact and then I will do you all a favor and spare you my company."
It reminds me of when my best friend attempted. Her last message to her girlfriend was, "Don't worry, this is the last argument we'll have. I'll spare you and Logan the pain of my words."
poor logan! I love him! he deserves better! and when he said "im just here to deliver one last fact then i will do you all a favour and spare you my company", it sounded a bit final. which worries me. he deserves more than what the other sides give him. some examples:
the video about him helping thomas? overtaken.
complimented once? he had to get hurt severely by remus.
called cool? logan doesnt believe i AND it never happens again.
wants to be included? leave him out of courtroom scene.
wants to show feelings? ends up hitting roman.
tries to participate? gets his ideas shot down
makes one mistake? never let him live it down
others get to reveal their name? NOT LOGAN PATTON DOES IT FOR HIM-
need i go on?
I am SOOOOOOOOO sorry for this. its just a few facts i noticed that you can use if you want! But please tag me!
If you see any post I reblogged that says "reblog if you support ---" or "reblog to prove you are not --- phobic", please don't feel obligated to reblog it. I only reblog it so anyone who is in the target group of my support feels accepted when they see my post on their dash. If you feel disturbed by it you have every right to ignore it and scroll past it. If you want to spread awareness that's good,but don't feel morally obligated to reblog it.
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
“not that any of you care, but i am unharmed” EXCUSE ME? I CARE. ME. RIGHT HERE. YES ME.
I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:
IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.
1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.
2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.
3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”
4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”
5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.
TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.
Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.
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...
It's okay. Take your time. I get it. Life is really shitty for everyone at this point. And you need a break. I hope you feel better and I will help you kill covid!
I’ll probably go on a total Tumblr hiatus for a week or so because of some stuff happening in my personal life, and I just really don’t feel like posting or really doing anything.
My friends have been acting like assholes to me, everything’s just falling apart and I can’t do this anymore.
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