It’s Cold And Snowing Outside…

Suicidal

I don’t think people understand how much shit you have to go through to want to actually end your life.

People don’t understand the pain you have to be in to want to die.

People don’t understand what happens in their heads, that the only option for them is to stop breathing.

People don’t get how much we cry in our sheets at night holding our mouths just that we wouldn’t make a sound.

People don’t understand the urge of screaming for help when there is no one who would hear us.

People don’t understand.

I want to die.

dreams do come true 😔 

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Patreon June Exclusive: Mika/Yuu ‘the hooker i ordered turned out to be my best friend’ AU

Mika taps on the confirmation e-mail again and scrolls down to the meetup location details. He’s already in the hotel room, perched on the edge of a large king-sized bed, but it never hurts to double check.

Barry’s Luxury Rooms

Third Floor, Room #17

November 2nd, 8:30 PM

Alright, so maybe calling this place a hotel was cheapening the term. From the way none of the other men Mika had passed in the small lobby met his eyes, it wasn’t difficult to guess the reason they came to this…establishment. Mika can’t judge them, though. He was here for the same reason.

He’d been nervous about entering the building. This was Mika’s first time doing something like this, and he’d imagined that once he stepped inside, everyone would stare and whisper. Surely everyone would know exactly what he was there for, what he was about to do.

He needn’t have worried, though. Everything had been arranged, just like the agency had promised.

The receptionist, a young blond woman with oddly juvenile pigtails, handed him the keycard without so much as a glance once Mika gave her his reservation number. From what he could tell, she’d been preoccupied with a Youtube tutorial.

Mika absently wonders if there’s a Youtube tutorial for this. Probably not. Hiring an escort isn’t exactly legal. At least, not where he’s from.

Biting his lip, Mika glances at the time. 8:20. Ten more minutes until the man the agency sent him knocks on his door. He really hopes the escort isn’t a new hire- he wouldn’t know where to start. Mika has never been in this situation before.

The confirmation e-mail included a description of the escort the agency was sending him, based on his submitted preferences. Mika has read it about twenty times since receiving it the week before, but he scrolls down to look at it again. A small smile curves his lips as he reads the words he’s practically memorized by now.

Your carefully selected companion, Irino, is happy to meet you. He has been selected for you based on your following preferences:

- Sex: Male

- Nationality: Japanese

- Height: 5’5”-5’7”

- Hair Color: Black

- Eye Color: Green

- Body Type: Fit, Trim

Please confirm by October 21st to proceed with your reservation.

Mika had confirmed within five minutes of receiving the initial e-mail. The description continued to appear in the following messages, reminding him of what he was paying a hefty fee for.

An hour with his best friend’s proxy.

Mika has long passed the point of being ashamed. How could he be, at this stage of the game? The moment the thought had crossed his mind during one lonely night a month ago, Mika couldn’t think of anything else. This was his last resort.

If fucking an escort who looks like Yuu won’t make him stop pining for his devastatingly straight friend, Mika doesn’t know what else could ease the pain. He can’t possibly cut ties with the only person who’d been at his side all those years ago at the orphanage. Yuu is his family, and Mika refuses to lose him over some silly crush.

…a silly crush that has been ruining his life for the past year, but surely it was nothing more than the result of Yuu moving in after Mika’s previous roommate moved out.

Regardless of why or how it happened, Mika is determined to let off steam tonight and return to their apartment a new man. One who doesn’t need to pretend he isn’t watching when his roommate is walking around the room in only a towel, searching for shampoo. One who doesn’t cling a second longer than socially acceptable when hugging his best friend. A man who doesn’t paste on a fake smile when meeting his friend’s girlfriend.

Maybe, once the night is over, Mika will be able to be genuinely happy for Yuu and Shinoa.

Mika frowns.

Well, the night wasn’t over yet. He still has time to indulge in his fantasy before letting go.

Taking a deep breath, Mika goes over the mental to-do list he’d put together for the night. Lists always seemed to calm him down, for whatever reason. Maybe it was the illusion of control. He hasn’t been able to control his feelings or his body around Yuu lately, so perhaps this was his way of pretending that he still has some semblance of authority over the situation.

Mika stands up and looks at his reflection in the mirror hanging over the desk in the corner. He’s a little pale, but as he tries on a confident smile, Mika would like to think it wasn’t too noticeable. He’d showered before leaving the apartment and his hair is still a little damp. He runs his fingers through the darkened blond and decides to tie it all back. Maybe he could get Irino to pull his hair.

Mika’s face regains some of its color at the thought, but he doesn’t have the time to appreciate it.

There’s a knock at the door.

All the tension leaves Mika’s body as he turns in the direction of the door and crosses the room. He might agonize for weeks over something and lose sleep because of it, but once he’s in a stressful situation, he takes charge of it. A common coping mechanism, but Mika is rather grateful for it. He wouldn’t want Irino to think that he’s some sort of nervous virgin who has to pay to get laid.

No. This is merely a business transaction, and if there’s one thing Mika knows, it’s business.

So Mika stops in front of the door and clears his throat. Much to his relief, his voice doesn’t shake.

“Yes?”

“Room service,” the person on the other side says, exactly as the agency e-mail had indicated they would. Mika closes his eyes for a brief moment, allowing himself a moment’s reprieve, before lifting his head with a polite smile and opening the door.

“Of course, please come-“

Mika can’t recall the last time he’d been rendered speechless. He isn’t sure it’s ever happened before. But it was certainly happening now, because for some crazy reason-

“Mika?!”

Yuu is standing in front of him.

"𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝒄𝒖𝒛 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖..."

— 𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝

— 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞

Jingle bells

Dashing through the halls,

with teachers up my ass,

I have to take a test,

I rlly hope you pass,

this school is actual hell,

I can't even spell,

you get to class right now you wanna make the bell,

JINGLE BELLS,

KILL OURSELVES,

HIT ME WITH A SLEIGH,

THIS ISN'T FUN,

I'M SO DONE,

THERE GOES MY GPA

HEY!

:) your welcome

uhh kick??????? ( credits to streetartistklance on ig )

What happens when voltron realises a new trailer for s8

Voltron:*releases new trailer*

Fandom:* instantly starts breaking down the trailer studying every second of it*

Gay lance shippers: LaNcE iS aLoNe WiTh AlLuRa We MuSt GeT rId Of PrInCeSs REEEEEEEEEEE

Allurance shippers: *sobbing on the floor* IT'S FINALLY HAPPENING OMMGGGGGG

Klance: I WILL FUCKING DESTROY EVERYONE GET IT AWAY FRON LANCE SHE'S WITU LANFE THAT'S NOT OOOKKKKKKKK

Whole fandom:*sees Keith in the one scene* OUR GOD IS A BEAUTIFUL EMO BOI LOOK AT HIM *cries*

Shiro shippers: WHERE TF IS MY SPACE DAD *sees him in the trailer* *starts sobbing* HE'S SO BEAUTFUL LOOK AT HIM BEING A GOOD SPACE DAD

Voltron: .... what the FUCK... what have we created... it was like a 30 second trailer..... and you all... just..... what.. have i done.......

Fandom: *slowly backs away into dark corner hissing and sobbing taking the characters with them while some rock back and forth slowly replaying the trailer like a damn war flash back while some are already getting fan art made and fan fictions*

Voltron: someone delete it... DELETE IT NOW IT'S CORRUPTING THEM!!!! TAKE IT AWAY ALL OF IT AND RUN

Oh… My… God.

Guys, guys, don’t lose hope just yet, fam. Yo yo yo Klance is still canon guys!!!

Reblog if you think its just as bad if a woman rapes/assaults a man too

Tryna prove a point to my mom