How would you suggest speaking to people? Like what tone should you take?like i said, i’m too caught up in this shit to really articulate too well about it
but basically you wanna be chill about it? i know it’s gonna be a friend saying awful things about themselves, and you’re gonna want to worry, but you can’t let your fear and frustration out on them. if you do have to talk to someone who’s feeling suicidal, especially ACTIVELY suicidal, maybe you want to have a pillow to throw or a towel to chew on or SOMETHING to destress from it. (i’ve been on both ends of the conversation; i can guarantee it’s emotionally taxing as hell to try to talk someone down)
don’t tell them all the negative ramifications of them dying. they know. anyone suicidal, i will bet you a thousand dollars, has gone over every possible situation, every possible outcome to MINUTE DETAILS in their imagination. you get to fixate and obsess over your life, including the consequences of ending it. people know their families, their friends, their priorities WAY BETTER THAN YOU DO.
if you’re trying to convince them how much their friends care or how sad their parents would be, all that’s getting through in my experience is “you can even do this right, can you, you’re a disappointment to everyone, your life sucks but you’re trapped into living it, you have no autonomy and no agency whatsoever, you have to live because everyone who knows you says so and that’s it and nothing about YOU matters”
and suicidal people are already, already conditioned into that, into thinking that nothing about them matters. nothing they do will be positively useful. their lives will just be suffering and misery forever. no one wants to live JUST BECAUSE the people who know them would be sad if they were dead. that’s a shit-ass reason. what IS valuable about them? what DOES matter, that they do?
tell them how much they mean to you, how good of a friend they are. hell, tell them they’re great at gardening or they make your D&D group worth going to.
make plans with them! convince them they’re wanted and valued! for me, personally, i can work myself out of being REALLY REALLY DOWN by reminding myself i have movies to watch, games to play, news to read about that i’ll totally miss out on if i go through with it. i think you can extend this to anyone, generally. go see a movie with them. buy them the new pokemon. this sounds stupid and minor, but a lot of the details of life are minor — and a lot of the free time in which someone can get to hating themselves can be otherwise populated with friendship, outings, conversation, media, whatever.
if you don’t know what else to do, link them to metanoia. i’ve read this while down and it’s helped me; i’ve linked this to friends when trying to talk to them and it’s helped them. it’s a good site. remember it.
the US suicide prevention hotline is 1-800-273-8255. i haven’t called it, but i’ve had friends who have, and it’s helped them.
basically: don’t make life seem like something they’re guilted into. remind them why it’s worth it.
I’ve gotten to the point where the moment I try to talk to someone face to face I freeze up and choke and can’t talk. This never used to happen to me, why now? I almost started crying in class because I had to do a problem on the whiteboard, a problem I knew the answer to! I have never, ever been afraid of people until now and I don’t know why it’s happening.
HAWKWARD I CAN’T
(Source: poeticeccentricmagic, via ascarylesbian)
(Source: quevidamastriste, via unoriginaltitle)
This is what I chose to do with my evening, after I saw a gif of somebody yanking another somebody into a kiss via dog tags. Arts with a fic friend. Can’t put this under a cut because of the pic.sorry.
Title: Poor Approach (I know it’s an awful title idegaf)
Rating: G.
Summary: Shepard is awful at flirting, and it bites her in the ass (temporarily) in Purgatory. Basically a rewrite of the Purgatory scene, but without the typical angst.“With all this talk about EDI, I think you’re missing other options.”
The words had sort of tumbled out of her mouth. Shepard had enough self awareness to know that she hadn’t been exactly tactful in her approach. In fairness to herself, she’d panicked.
Joker had looked at her like she was dressed in shiny clown suit. They’d exchanged a few lines after that, Joker trying to brush it off with a bit of humor. She’d played along.
And then slunk off to the upper bar to nurse her hurt pride on a glass of hard liquor. Which ended up being three glasses.
“You still sober, Commander?” Joker asked, snatching the seat beside her.
She lifted her glass.
“Sober enough.”
He snorted, obviously not sure if he believed her or not. Shepard could get pretty damned drunk when she set her mind to it.
“So that was a real funny joke back there.”
Shepard cocked an eyebrow as she turned to look at him. Joker sounded more…irritated than genuinely amused. She couldn’t scrap together a good reason for him to be annoyed. Maybe the whiskey was just screwing with her head.
Maybe it was. She suddenly didn’t feel like playing along anymore.
“Wasn’t a damn joke.”
”Haw haw, Shepard. It’s not funny twice.”
She thinned her lips and met his eyes, looking otherwise stone faced. When she didn’t so much as blink, it seemed to dawn on him.
“Shit, you weren’t joking.”
“No, I - what the fuck are you laughing about?”
That just seemed to encourage his amusement at her expense.
“Shepard that attempt at flirting was downright awful,” he finally managed.
“Oh shut the hell up!”
She was scowling at him, projecting her complete shame into anger at Joker. That callous honesty wasn’t what she’d wanted to hear. Not after she’d made it plainly clear she was interested in him.
Joker only laughed again when he caught her glaring at him.
“Jesus, Shepard. I can’t believe you were sober when you said that.”
“I swear to god, I’m going to fucking shove you off that chair.”
This time, he didn’t bother speaking. He shut up her up when he reached out to grab her dog tags. Shepard leaned back, her eyes fixed on him with pointed suspicion.
He yanked her forward quickly, tugging her by the chain around her neck, and pressed their lips together.
“We gotta work on your people skills, Commander.”
STOP MAKING ME WANT TO PLAY THIS I DON’T HAVE AN XBOX YOU BITCH
You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eggs on
Alex is that you
(via qichi)
:C Anonnn you can talk to me!
This is excellent.
A++Apparently we have fish on the internets now.
Alex stop scaring people on omegle
(Source: supercontra)
Yeah I’m drawing a blank here
who are you
I’m naked why
why are you doing this
how do I type with one hand handcuffed
Er
Yeah, but Eugene isn’t local, it’s more than two hours away from here.
And no, I don’t consider them more or less of a friend than someoen I only know online.
Sherbert bitch
hahahaha
I don’t have local friends
