I'm Sorry To Say This

Headcanon

Patton was always mad at Logan for also being a blue side.

To retaliate, he took Logan’s logo and changed it so it wouldn’t be to obvious. He also made sure to make Logan insecure by making Logan think of himself like he was a joke. He also kept telling Logan to shut up. He even pretended to care for Logan so it wouldn’t be noticed by the fandom, and if it was, the fandom retaliated and made sure that his “nice things” to Logan were bigger

and this doesnt include all, but theres a LOT

sanders sides but only when logan is cut off or shut up!! enjoy the vid <3333

you do that. i help with happiness i draw those pictures

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."

Same! I had a default win yesterday too!

I rarely get imposter and so I was playing and everyone kept hitting the goddamn emergency meeting button so I didn't even get to kill!

Okay I played a round of Among Us yesterday with two imposters. There were six of us left, and two people claimed to be imposter and asked to be voted out. I didn't vote for either of them, because I know neither of them were the imposter.

You wanna know how I knew neither of them were imposter?

BECAUSE I WAS IMPOSTER WITH GREEN. JFC PEOPLE PISS ME OFF. I WON BY DEFAULT. I HATE WINNING BY DEFAULT.

I have a thought

So the next episode is most likely going to be a Roman episode, right?

Well imagine it focuses on stuff Roman likes so he feels better. And they bring up Harry Potter and one of them says "It's Sirius's birthday! Can we celebrate it/do something for it? I mean we don't have anything to do today anyways."

And Logan stares at them.

He doesn't say a word but he's hurt.

His birthday so didn't matter to them-

You know what would be funny? If the new Asides episode was set to come out on a significant date.

Like, I don't know, Halloween.

Or maybe... November 3rd?

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?

Very true

Also very painful

So I will give the boi CROFTERS and listen to his rambling!

Logan: The others treat me like a god.

Janus: How so?

Logan: They ignore my existence unless they need something from me.

WAIT LOGAN NO

The Sides as Hamilton quotes

Patton: I shoulder his legacy with pride, I used to hear him say that someday I would blow us all away.

Roman: There's a million things I haven't done, but just you wait!

Virgil: Raise a glass to freedom, something they can never take anyway...

Logan: I'm erasing myself from the narrative!

Janus: You could never be satisfied! God I hope you're satisfied.

Remus: So what'd I miss?

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".

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

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