Get Ready For Them Realising It So Fast And So Logan Snaps-

“not that any of you care, but i am unharmed” EXCUSE ME? I CARE. ME. RIGHT HERE. YES ME.

over and over again, c!fundy.

then one day...

logan, angry: pass me the aux cord

patton, oblivious: sure logie!

virgil, scrambling from the couch: NO!

patton: *hands to logan*

virgil: *yanks it out* pAtToN hE cOuLdVe VaPoRiZeD uS

Patton: he wouldn’t have done that kiddo!

logan: Yes i would have. I was going to *walks out of room

Logan: did you know that there's a sound that can boil water?

Virgil: ...hey guys don't hand Logan the aux cord when he's angry or we might all get instantly vaporized

Me in Nevada: 🙂

Me thinking: wait a minute

Me now: that's a lie

Happy inauguration everyone!

Someone’s actually gonna care about the East Coasters dying! Someone’s actually gonna care about California burning! Someone’s gonna care!

Ladies.

Raping your boyfriend or husband is not something to be proud of.

If you think it is, you belong in the dump. It's not cute, it's not an accomplishment. It makes you a shitty person.

Don't fucking argue with me on this. If you try to give me an excuse for why it's okay, I will just reiterate that you belong in the dump, honey, because you do.

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...

YES! if girls can wear “boys clothes” then why cant boys wear “girls clothes”?

We need to normalize men in dresses

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".

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.

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