I Need Someone To Make This Fanart

i never talk about these things but i can’t remain silent.

i know tumblr doesn’t give a SHIT when things happen in countries outside the “most popular ones” (such as the usa & england). it’s true, don’t lie to me. y’all don’t give A FUCK. not every issue and problem in said countries gets the appropriate exposure but in general shit shows up on the news WORLD FREAKING  WIDE. you set up donations, you help out, your spread the word, you say “pray for x”……

southern europe is burning. 

my country is burning.

people are dying - at home, on the road, trying to run away, in their cars.

yesterday my country had 300 active fires.

people are losing EVERYTHING they own.

i have a friend that is on a train right now passing through places that have been burnt to the ground and she says the smoke is so intense it’s getting inside the train and she can barely breathe.

and yet, even though several people (myself included) have been trying to bring awareness to what has been happening in southern europe… what we get from most of you, those not part of the countries suffering, is silence. we don’t ask for money, we don’t ask for shit other than a reblog to spread awareness… something you can delete in 24/48hrs if you wish. 

i don’t know what to tell you. i’m angry. i’m frustrated. i’m disappointed. i feel like i’m screaming into the void. “a reblog does nothing” - you know that’s a damn lie, you know exposure always helps, you know people start paying attention when posts on social media become popular. my country in particular is a small one, we get ZERO exposure. y’all are only starting to figure out we even fucking exist bc of the shit we’ve been winning lately. 

but hell, if the EU doesn’t give a shit, why should some user on tumblr dot com?

again, i don’t know what to tell you so i’ll let the images speak for themselves: 

An image captured by a Nasa satellite shows a thick plume of smoke blowing southward from the Greek island of Chios over the island of Crete

Torneros de Jamuz, Spain

Duca, Croatia

A helicopter from Italy’s civil protection service drops water on a fire near the railway between Venice and Trieste

Residents take refuge on the beach as a wildfire burns on the mountain next to the village of Lithi, on the Greek island of Chios

Men gather cattle during a forest fire in Vieira de Leiria, Marinha Grande, Portugal.

Charred trees are seen on the hills above the Cloister of Thivaidas on Mount Athos, a World Heritage Site in Greece

Portugal

Uhhh warning for violence and angst

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"HE LEFT US!"

Deceit had to dodge a flying morning star as he watched Remus breakdown. Deceit was breaking down too, in his own quiet way.

He held Virgil's old hoodie tightly to his chest, hoping Remus wouldn't destroy it in his blind rage and sadness.

"He'll come back…" Deceit muttered, closing his eyes and lifting the hoodie up closer to his face.

"CUT THE BULLSHIT! HE'S NEVER COMING BACK! HE HATES US!" Remus threw more things across the room, hitting the wall next to Deceit.

Deceit would be lying if he said it wasn't quite scary. Though he knew Remus hated being called scary.

"He…" Deceit shut his mouth, knowing nothing he could say would calm Remus down. Nothing he could say could fix this.

He knew Virgil wasn't coming back, that they had been abandoned yet again.

He couldn't do anything except fall against the wall and slowly slide down until his knees were against his chest, staring down at the old jacket until his vision blurred with tears.

"I'LL KILL HIM! I'LL RIP OUT HIS EYEBALLS AND SHOVE THEM UP HIS OWN NOSTRILS!"

Remus' threats to hurt Virgil faded into static as Deceit kept staring at the jacket. His tears and all the yelling and all the static were giving him a headache, but he didn't move or wipe his face. He just kept staring at the jacket.

What had he done wrong? Why did Virgil leave them? Was it Remus' fault? No, surely not. It had to have been something Deceit done.

He had begged Virgil to stay, begged him not to leave, begged him to at least try to convince Patton to let Deceit and Remus come too.

Maybe he should have tried harder. It was all Deceit's fault now. Virgil was gone and he and Remus were still stuck here. Stuck not being cared about or known. Stuck being evil and scorned.

When he snapped out of it, Remus had finally quieted down, facing the opposite wall and weeping quietly.

Deceit put down the jacket and scooted up to Remus, wrapping his arms around the other side and burying his face into his upper back.

"Why do they hate us, Deceit?" Remus' voice was uncharacteristically soft, "What did we do wrong?"

Deceit stayed quiet against Remus for a few good moments before letting out a soft, "I don't know."

He wasn't lying.

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