#abanoned places

[lost-fool-wandering]

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-L.F.

#stairs #photography #my photography #black n white #urbex #urban exploration #abanoned places #staircase #staircases

[zombilenium]

Hotel Ponale, Biacesa, Lake Garda, Italy

It has been dubbed 'Casa della Trota' (which translates as 'Trout House') and has been left to rot for more than two decades.

#art #photography #abandoned places #abandoned #urbexphotography #urbexsupreme #urbex #zombilenium #decay #abandoned hotel #hotel ponale #lake garda #italy #biacesa #casa #abanoned restaurant #trout house

[theownerofsich]

An abandoned mansion in the Irish forest

#abandoned buildings #abandoned places #abandoned place #abandoned mansion #abanoned home #beautiful nature #nature is beautiful #nature #forest #house in the forest #ruins #architecture #creepy places #creepy vibes #irish spirit #irish forest #Ireland #irish

[batmanfruitloops]

Just a little story idea I like to imagine the Joker (plus Batman) going around town but they heard something from an alleyway The Joker wanted to find out what it was and the two saw a basket and inside it was a abanoned baby she was crying... how would Batman and Joker feel

They'd be very startled and concerned, the streets are no place for a baby. Batman would be a bit more cautious about it, considering it could be a set-up, but Jokers pleading would win over. He's perfectly capable of fending people off if needs be.

this is a full page purely to get myself back into the swing of making comics, I know it's ROUGH

- Sarsee

#batmanfruitloops #anewgothamau #batman #dc #batman villains #batman rogues #dc fanart #gotham rogues #sars babbles #answers #dc joker #the joker #bruce wayne #john doe #dc john doe

[gilliontidestriderfan]

going to abanoned places is so fun and i pity anyone who hasnt gone to somewhere abandoned

today i went to an abandoned house, barn/pool thing, and coal mine. Ive also been to an abandoned train station before :3

#abandoned #abandoned places #explore #exploring

[delicatebluebirdruins]

Ethan's Diary

February 6th, 2021 Mia and I had another fight. I accidentally mentioned what happened there three years ago and she blew up at me. We finally settled down in our new life in Europe and can bring Rose up properly. But... I still feel like a part of me is trapped in that hell hole back in Louisiana.

I know Mia doesn't like to talk about it, but can we really just forget everything and pretend it didn't happen? Shouldn't we face what happened there so we can live our lives with Rose without it hanging over our heads? We owe her that much at least... I know Mia knows this too. She wouldn't have exploded like that at the hospital if she didn't care.

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emphasis mine: Mia feels a tremendous level of guilt for a) joining the connections b) starting with Evie at what ever point she did c) letting Evie get away whilst getting Alan away from when the incident took place d) trying to keep Ethan away but failing i have already said why the message wouldn't have fucking gone through and that is because storm and evie made her lose a door idk what to tell you e) Ethan gets hurt by her first of all under the influence of Evie

Mia in the bakers incident report (obligitory it should have been part of basic game and it should have had a moment of BSAA confirming they got all information about the connections she could give them) says she wants "to forget everything"

its normal to shy away from something painful, she spent 3 years in padded cell thinking of everything (when not in Evie La La Land). there is also a element of how her mold infection affected her after being treated by the BSAA. I got asked by @mushroomwithsomeink some time ago if Mia has abanonment issues and to an extent she does (the answer was not very good). Mia was part of a hive mind for years she knew where Jack was and was probably aware of everything else happening around her (all because of her not being able to convince Evie to stop or have the guts to break out the murder kit). The thought that the BSAA apparently let them live but without setting them up with therapists? (though the BSAA are the same people who let Chris still recovering from amnesia and binge drinking into the field- also plugging the fanfic catch me floating circles in fish bowl)

random thing as I was tying "forget everything" I had a thought about Riley Flynn from Midnight Mass (and ended up looking for quotes from the show and interesting ones will be under the read more- give them a look and see why i thought of Mia when i reread these)

Both Mia and Ethan have CPTSD I have no real thoughts what i shared is honestly explanation enough

from the NHS website

Complex PTSD - Post-traumatic stress disorder

You may have complex post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) if you have some of the symptoms of PTSD, and also have problems with managing your emotions and having relationships.

Symptoms of complex PTSD

The symptoms of complex PTSD are similar to symptoms of PTSD, but may also include:

feelings of worthlessness, shame and guilt

problems controlling your emotions

finding it hard to feel connected with other people

relationship problems, like having trouble keeping friends and partners

Causes of complex PTSD

Complex PTSD may be caused by experiencing recurring or long-term traumatic events, for example:

childhood abuse or neglect; domestic violence; sexual abuse

torture, sex trafficking, or slavery; war

You may also be more likely to develop complex PTSD if:

you experienced trauma at a young age

you were harmed by someone close to you who you trusted

you were unable to escape the trauma

treatment for PTSD and CPTSD is hard and when the other person your primary support is also dealing with it? that is even worse honestly there is a thing called secondary trauma

from mind: 'Secondary' means that although the original (primary) trauma happened to someone else, the impact it's having in your life is traumatic for you. It doesn't mean it's any less significant than any other kind of PTSD, or any easier to deal with. Our page for friends and family has some tips on looking after yourself.

both Mia and Ethan are dealing with the primary trauma from the baker estates and secondary trauma from each other

from PTSD UK

"Anyone who cares for a person living with PTSD can reduce the impact secondary trauma has on them if they carefully approach the situation. The first step is to learn the signs of secondary trauma:

– Emotional exhaustion – Increasingly negative perception of self – Depression – Anxiety – Difficulty eating or sleeping – Feelings of hopelessness"

ETA1 Speaking about it would be a way to make it all real again to acknowledge this horrible shit that Mia is partially responsible for (i know its not part of RE universe but the fic bruise won't heal the stain stays put from the numbers show is pretty much the thought i had with this addition for sure)

Riley: I don't know. That's kind of the whole thing. I don't know. I have no idea. I mean, in prison, it was easy. I had things to do, you know? Count the days. Count down the sentence. Eat, sleep, read. It's all pretty spelled out for you. Regimented. But here? Here I have nothing. What, am I going to get a job? Go to school? I have no money, no prospects. I just exist now. That's it. I have absolutely no purpose at all. I'm just sitting in my parents' house, breathing, and serving no purpose to anyone whatsoever. I'm just living. [long pause] And that's the worst part. Because I shouldn't be alive, Erin. So I don't know. What do I do here? I eat. Sleep. Shit. I don't know. Walk home now, eat dinner, wait out this fucking storm.

-i think the debrief and everything directly after might have been anywhere between six months and a year for Ethan and Mia

Riley: No, alcohol isn't good or bad. But the version of me that would come out when I had enough to drink, he was bad. He was selfish and careless and he ruined my life. There is a saboteur inside of me, and I always thought, you know, we'd work it out. We'd learn to live with each other, because he wouldn't really hurt me. Not me. I fed him, so he wouldn't hurt me. And then one morning I woke up and found out he killed someone. I had killed someone. So who's to blame there? I am to blame there. And God? He just kind of let it happen, didn't he? See, that's the part I cannot square. Because you're right, there is so much suffering in the world. So much. And then there's this higher power. This higher power who could erase all that pain, just wave his hand and make it all go away, but doesn't? No. No thank you. The worst part is that it lets all the rest of us off the hook. We can watch so many people just slip into these bottomless pits of awful and we can stand it. We can tolerate it because we say things like, "God works in mysterious ways." Like there's a plan? Like something good's going to come out of it? Nothing good came out of my drinking. Nothing good came out of me killing that poor girl. Nothing good came out of Joe Collie's drinking. And not a single good thing comes out of Leeza never being able to walk again. Nothing good came out of a metric ton of crude oil filling up the bay. And the only thing, the only fucking things that lets people stand by, watching all this suffering, doing nothing, doing fucking nothing, is the idea that suffering can be a gift from God. What a monstrous idea, Father.

"No Pain. No Memory, No Awareness That I Ever Was. That I Ever Hurt Someone."

eta 1 I mentioned their fics in this post so it makes sense in my head to plug them @screechthemighty @talistheintrovert

#mia winters #ethan winters #resident evil #resident evil village #eta 2 please read the reblogs #still don't like talking about it without playing it myself #shit coping methods bouncing off each other like pin balls #am i repeating myself? yes when do i not? #the hilarity of being able to include Mike Flanagans show Midnight Mass and the shit coping methods came from a video essay about Hill Hous #i want mother miranda to be played by samantha sloyan so bad #do i make sense #idk random thoughts jumping around in my head #midnight mass quotes #screech talis if you don't want me tagging you just tell me and I will remove the tags kay? #mithan

[thenexusofsouls]

“You can still turn your back on this if you want. Just don’t expect us to still be here when you finally come around again.”

{I was thinking this could be Thor and William finding out Sara isn’t dead}

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{ Ooooh this is a good one! This would be so hard for Eric because loves them both and feels that he has a duty/responsibility to both as well. He was married to Sara first and that’s his first love, but it isn’t right to just abandon Thor either. He’d be so incredibly conflicted. }

“It’s no’ like that,” Eric said, the inner turmoil clear in his expression. “She’s m’wife too, Thor. My first one, so... really... I ‘ad no business marryin’ you in th’first place, I jus’ didn’t know’t. But since I did anyway, I’ve got a duty t’you both.” And yet Sara wanted nothing to do with him and Thor was quickly starting to feel the same way. Was he about to go from two wives to none? “I need to talk to ‘er. I abanoned ‘er once, I won’t do’t again. But I will be back. You ‘ave my word.”

#muse: eric #submission

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

"My Happily Ever After."

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/mHkXTtu by Quartz2006 Two-Face, one of Gotham City's famous criminals, moved to Haskell for a better life. He took Bruce Wayne with him. This is a story about Two-Face's point-of-view of the events that took place and the future. It's in drabbles btw. Words: 2164, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 3 of Harvey Dent's Screwed up World Fandoms: Batman: The Animated Series Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Categories: M/M Characters: Harvey Dent, Bruce Wayne Relationships: Harvey Dent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Kidnapping, Post-Canon, POV Harvey Dent, Forced Pregnancy, Trans Bruce Wayne, Mpreg, Obsession, Possessive Behavior, Drabble, Poor Bruce Wayne, Obsessive Behavior, weird neighbours, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Abuse, Timelines, Harvey Dent Loves Bruce Wayne, Past Child Abanonment read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/mHkXTtu

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the caped crusader #the dark knight #dcu #ao3 #ao3feed

[samusings]

❛ there blood is on you. you killed them. ❜ FOR JUDE..

Of course there was blood on his face? Why was Faraday so confused? It was his job. It was his job to cut loose ends, burn bridges, and leave the scene as much of a mess as possible so nobody could identify what the hell happened. Most people wanted crime scenes to be spotless, not a single hair out of place, but that wasn't Jude's line of work. When you hired Jude, you hired a reckless abanon of a man with nothing left to lose who walked a hellpath before ending the life of some jackass who couldn't cover their debts.

"That I did." Jude muttered, tugging at the thick, leather collar arouond his neck. Who knows if he would get a preemptive shock thanks to the work he provided. He scratched at his beard, picking flecks of dried blood out of it. "Got an issue with that? I think red looks good on me."

#banmokou #blood tw #blood cw

[lionfloss]

via Once Occupied

#i found this photo via once occupied but it said ohio and there is a 50/50 chance i have been here #long story short a photographer friend and i explored a tonnnn of abanoned house in the northwestern part of ohio #anyway #ohio state university #abandoned #abandoned home #decay #overgrowth #overgrown #reclaimed by nature #green #plants #vines #abandoned places #abandoned house

[iwanttoberomantisized]

✨Nature taking O V E R 🕊

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Credit : me

Place : Molly Stark Sanatorium in Louisville, OH

#nature taking over #nature #abanoned #abandoned building #green #green aesthetic #my photos #my phoyography #my picz #urbanexplorers #urbanexploringphotography #urbanexploration #urban explorers #exploring abandoned places #abandoned places #molly stark #sanitarium #abandoned sanatorium #mental hospital #abandoned mental hospital #grunge

[amaya-aino]

#abanoned places #abandoned #place #writing inspiration

[comebackassholes]

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#ive been in my google drive going through stuff i've abanoned or haven't written in a while #deleted some #but there are a few i really want to finish #like my ot5 reunion fic #i think being that it's now 2020 and it takes place at the beginning of 2020 would be perfect to pick it back up #i just need to go over the outline i have #also there's an o/o fic i started that i might finish soon #it's only gonna be a one shot #but also some of what i've written is good for today's 366 of writing so yay #and there's another really angsty fic i started like 2 years ago #that i have a good 7k of that i want to keep #just in case #cuz i read it and actually like it a lot #so we'll see #haha

[rayshippouuchiha]

i am Fascinated by what hizashi and the others think they're gonna do about aizawa's new Obsession.

Hizashi tosses back a shot without flinching and immediately shoves his glass in Nemuri's direction for a refill.

Beside him Tensei's abanoned decorum alltogether and has taken to sipping directly from his personal bottle of whiskey.

Nemuri, glasses on and hair up in a messy topknot, hadn't bothered to do anything but flick the lid off of her bottle since the beginning.

After a moments debate Hizashi tosses his own shot glass aside as well, uncaring of where it lands, and reaches for a bottle of his own.

For long moments the three of them sit there in silent, booze soaked shared misery.

Their hangovers are sure to be the things of legend but Hizashi's more than aware of the fact that none of them care.

What's the worst hangover in history when compared to the horror that is the thought of Shouta apparently having romantic designs on someone?

If given the choice between the two Hizashi knows which one he'd pick any day.

"So," Nemuri finally breaks the silence.

"So," Tensei mutters miserably. Hizashi can already tell they'll have to keep an eye on him. Last thing Tensei or his agency needs is a repeat of the Shochu Incident.

Plus Hizashi could do without seeing his bare ass again anytime soon. Especially considering how hard it is to catch Tensei without Shouta around.

"So," Hizashi echoes, hand death gripping the neck of his whiskey bottle.

"S-Shouta's in love," Nemuri manages to get out before she breaks down into laughter that's absolutely flirting with the true meaning of hysterical.

There's a moment's pause and then Hizashi and Tensei rather abruptly join her, their unhinged and slightly desperate laughter filling Nemuri's penthouse apartment.

It's been over 8 hours since this particular bombshell was dropped on their laps and Hizashi more than admits it still seems unreal to even consider.

"Someone's going to die," Hizashi finally wheezes out. Because at this point it's either state the obvious or break down crying.

"Please, it's Shouta," Nemuri protests once she's able to speak again.

"So a lot of people are probably going to die," Tensei offers from where he's slid down to sprawl out on the floor.

"Exactly," Nemuri agrees.

There's another moment of quiet as they each spend some quality time with their bottles.

"Should we do something?" Hizashi brings himself to ask the question that's been ping-ponging around inside his head all day.

"Don't think there's anything we can do," Nemuri answers, voice somber and face serious for once.

"It's Shouta," Tensei echoes her earlier sentiment.

Because that really is all any of them need to say.

"Still," Hizashi can't help but push a bit. It's who he is as a person and a hero after all. "I love Shouta as much as you two do but we're Pros now. We could step in before it goes off the rails."

"Like what?" Tensei asks. "Find out who exactly this Izuku is, warn him that Shouta's a little on the obsessive side, and then offer to smuggle him out of the country with a small bank account and new identity before we bunker down to hope and pray that being his friends will spare us the full range of Shouta's wrath when he inevitably finds out what we've done?"

Tensei has, Hizashi realizes, also put a little bit of thought into this situation as well.

"The only one of us or anyone we know who could step in without it turning into a massacre of some kind is Nedzu," Nemuri points out. "And we all know whose side he's probably already on in this case."

Hizashi raises his bottle in her direction as a toast, Tensei mirroring him from his place on the floor.

Because yeah, they do know.

Nedzu is fond of Shouta in a way Hizashi's never seen their sadistic boss be fond of any other human being, has been since all those private lessons when they were students.

They are all three very much aware that, in Nedzu's eyes, what affection he has for them likely stems from the fact that he considers the three of them to be some strange mix between Shouta's territory and Shouta's pets.

Hizashi's also pretty sure that the only reason why Tensei isn't also somehow a teacher at UA by now is because he's much more useful positioned as he is at his family's agency.

Which, if it keeps him out of Nedzu's more nefarious plots and out of Shouta's direct line of fire, Hizashi's more than willing to wear a metaphorical collar or two.

Tensei and Nemuri, Hizashi knows, both feel the same way.

Besides, if they did manage to somehow get Izuku out of the country Nedzu would absolutely find a way to bring him back because he's sure to find all of this to be absolutely delightful. Plus it'd be just like him to choose to indulge Shouta in this way.

"Guess we really are fucked huh?" Hizashi asks.

"Hmm," Nemuri hums, "thoroughly, darling."

"Who knows," Tensei chimes in then, "maybe this Izuku will be good for Shouta or something. Maybe he'll calm down some more?"

A pause.

The three of them break back out into matching hysterical laughter.

"To Izuku," Hizashi finally manages to rasp, lifting his bottle in the air. "May the gods have mercy on your soul and may this all end with minimum casualties."

"Here here," Nemuri and Tensei both echo.

This is, Hizashi thinks as he takes a deep deep drink, going to be an absolute disaster.

#RayRambles #9/10ths AU #BnHA #AiDeku #EraserDeku

[the-urbexperience]

The view from Chateau Wolfenstein

Location: Chateau Wolfenstein Photo: The Urbexperience Visited: 05.11.2017

Instagram: the.urbexperience www.the-urbexperience.com

#urbex #urban exploring #urban exploration #urban explorers #urban explorer #abandoned house #abandoned building #abandoned castle #chateau wolfenstein #abanoned #abandoned places #forgotten places #lost places #derelict #decay #urban decay #view #gopro #explore #exploring #photography #hdr #nature #clouds #hdr photography

[emperor-palpaminty]

Rex x Reader with kiss prompt # 10 mayhaps??? Blondie has a special place in my heart

This is my new Fav, Rex and the reader just unconsciously giving kisses and then realizing .03 seconds later and freaking out internally and trying to scrape up an excuse. I'm gonna make this funny because... I need laughter

I was gonna also make this Rebels Rex but I haven't seen Rebels I just thought it would be fun so we're sticking with Clone wars

10-A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

It was a truth universally known that when on a strenuous mission and beginning yet another harsh day, your brain tended to go on autopilot. Stresses were high, tight. Just examining mines, explosives, bombs, disarming all of those and more, it was enough to make a demolition expert cry. Which you had done from sheer exhaustion. Stress crying was a negative trait and you certainly did not enjoy it.

Your only solace on this mission had been Rex. He had been steady, your rock, your security. He brought you caf, he made you chuckle, and when you had to collapse into a jellied pile of exhaused tears, he was there to comfort you.

You cursed to yourself and rubbed your temples, fingers moving to the bridge of your nose. You grimaced and tugged your hand back, examining the blurb of pain that had just exploded in your fingers. The white bubbling blisters on your palms, fingers, they protested. Cursing under your breath, you turned to the closest cabinet and threw it open, rummaging through, seeking bandages for your wounds.

“You good there?” That steady voice questioned from the doorway. You felt his presence fill the room as he approached, quickly taking your hand and examining it. “Mm. Blisters?” He examined your wounds briefly, reaching into the cabinet and grasping a small packet of bandages.

“Yeah,” You offered a sheepish smile, ignoring how his dark eyes set off your nerves more than any bomb you had ever encountered. You watched him carefully pull apart the paper backing, and he tenderly applied the medical pads to your wounded hands. Those hands, experienced with war, were somehow so gentle and soft on yours, caring. You fought off counting the number of callouses on his hands from just the sensation. You watched, his brow furrowed in focus, memorizing the crows feet at the corners of his eyes. Your gaze darted away and focused on counting the ceiling tiles instead.

Rex chuckled quietly, lowering your hand- you could have sworn you felt a subtle squeeze from his fingers. “There. Better.”

You thanked him, cheeks remarkably warm, and you moved past him quietly. “Thank you, Captain. I appreciate it.”

“No problem.” Rex walked next to you, long strides surprisingly quick. You shifted a little, sight bleary from exhaustion, and from the purple circles under his eyes he looked like he was as little rested as you were. “Say, I like working with you. It’s a shame we aren’t assigned to more missions together.”

A chuckle escaped your throat and you nodded softly. “I do, too.”

You both walked together, the doors to the briefing room opened. The both of you entered, and the warm feeling of sleepiness ate at your brain, still fogging it up. “I’ll see you later?” You asked, softly, looking up at Rex. Duty called, but his gentleness called louder.

“Yeah.” Rex smiled and leaned down, not at all shocking to you for some reason, and his lips pressed gently to yours. “Bye.”

“Bye!” You chirped, rotating to walk out. The two of you froze, mid-step, and you whipped around and stared at the plethora of others in the room staring at you. Commander Tano looked absolutely delighted, and General Skywalker was stifling a laugh by rubbing his chin. Nearby, Fives and Hardcase had abanoned the blueprints and were knee-deep in laughter, and poor Rex- the back of his next was flaming red.

You exhaled quickly, practically running to the two other clones. “Bye!” You leaned up, kissing them quickly on their cheeks. Fives was still wheezing with glee, waving his fingers half-heartedly with good humor. Hardcase was damn near close to collapsing on the floor with laughter. “That’s just... how I say bye. Yep. Bye!” You waved, looking at the General, who was now leaning on the table for support as he cackled. Commander Tano shook her head, mouth breaking apart in silent giggles. 

“Please don’t say bye to me, then.” She rubbed her face, giggling, and you made a strained noise of alarm and practically ran out, hoping the next explosive you broke apart would simply blow you up and you would never have to come to terms with what your autopilot self had just done. Rex stuttered a few excuses behind you, rubbing his face, cheeks still aflame, and your face went redder- but you couldn’t say you didn’t enjoy that millisecond of gentleness you had received from the equally tired captain.

#rex x reader #captain rex x reader #clone wars reader insert #star wars reader insert #captain rex #clone captain rex #rex #clone wars rex x reader #minty writes