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Isn't it interesting how living and dying are considered antonyms, yet they are parallels and, dare I say, in some ways, even synonyms? If you're living, it means you're dying — slowly or quickly, you're getting closer to death, whether inching forward or rushing headlong.

I understand that the dictionary tells us living and dying are antonyms because, on the surface, they’re framed and presented as mutually exclusive states: you’re either alive or you’re dead. It simplifies the human experience into neat and manageable boxes as if we move from one "phase" or "stage" to the next in a clean move.

But life doesn’t really work like that, does it? From the moment we begin, we’re also ending. We don’t go from "living" to "dying" as separate stages — we are dying as we live. The dictionary, in its black and white rigid definitions, misses the poetry of it all.

musings on living and dying

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I feel like no one really talks about just how wildly suicidal Alucard is. As confident as he is that no one will/can defeat him, he desperately wants someone to do it (hence why he encouraged Anderson to try and insist he do it right). Of course, Alucard gives his opponents a hard time because he doesn’t want to die without a fight, but he’s eager for the time to come. And anytime he remotely tastes or feels death, there is that lingering hope in the back of his mind, hoping that it’s real, though he must feel fulfilled beforehand. He must feel like he tried to do something worthy of dying for. When there are orders on the table and words left unsaid, Alucard refuses death. He doesn’t want to die a failure for a second time; he wants to experience death in a way that satisfies him entirely, consuming his mind until it takes him. He is a ticking time bomb waiting to be set off.

For Alucard, excitement is the thrill of constantly piercing his skin with dozens of bullet holes, wrecking his body to the Gods just to set his opponents on edge, and accepting a real challenge if it means he could die. It’s knowing the risks of overexertion and still delving into battle anyway until it finally chips away at him. Taking those risks to meet a God he had already denounced.

It’s such an important part of his character. He might be the strongest, might seem invincible and cruel, but there’s still a heart inside of him, and blood coursing in his veins. I think that’s my favorite part of Alucard, which makes him such a tragically beautiful character, even with his flaws. Like shattered glass wound together with glue. The edges can still prick you if held a certain way, or they can chip off and splinter into a million other fragments.

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Tommy February6 in Hawaii

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2012

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Girl, Interrupted (1999)

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tanka #6, Tathev Simonyan

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Art by Takato Yamamoto

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If you recognize any of the songs/lyrics from my titles, no, you don’t shhh A lot of these WIPs were scrapped/cast aside as I have no intention (or energy, really) to continue them. These are in no particular order, just listed here as I saw them in my docs :p

bullet with butterfly wings

demolition lovers ch. 1 (I split this fic into three separate docs per chapter, so I noted the title here three times)

demolition lovers ch. ?

SCRAP / WIP demolition lovers ch. ?

Tomura for me. WIP (no official title for this one, LOL)

gonna steal my very soul (for dex)

For Cy — fem shigadabi

Minute of Decay

Back to the Old House

Thoughts of a Dying Atheist

Metamorphosis (possibly a one-shot, for Dex)

Just a Little Bit of Rain (One-Shot)

AFOMight Hannibal AU (there is hardly anything there, just the idea of some half-assed plot)

MerMay ShigaDabi AU Outline (for oxygen)

Tagging: Sadly, I don’t have many writer friends/mutuals on here as I have WIPs, so I don’t have any to tag (however, this needs to change !!!). To anyone who sees this, though, feel free to tag along and share your WIPs!!! I pass this curse along to you... <3

Tagged by @btheleaf to share my shamefully long list of WIPs

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. tag as many people as you have wips. people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Anyone But You Bumi and Iroh in an Adventure with Pirates Dogbending Fakeout Forty Green Eyes Happily Never After High Iroh Iroh Can See Spirits Irolan Love Is In The Air Memories Feel Like Weapons Only You Paparazzi Raiko's Book Sukka Kids Tea Shop The Last Avatar UF Asami Yasuko Lives

tagging: @yell0wsalt @nyamadermont @homeagainrose @thiscryptidischronicallyyours @thatoneguy56fanfic @wishingforatypewriter and anyone else who wants to dish on their WIPs!

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Dancers in Green (1878) by Edgar Degas

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want to be clear that if i ever talk about a headcanon and then later discuss a headcanon that is directly contradictory to the first one, that’s because headcanons exist in a quantum state where they are all simultaneously true and not true up until the point where i discuss it in detail, in which case that is the one that is true in that instance. schroedinger’s headcanons

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he wants that cookie so effing bad

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Leonard Cohen to Marianne Ihlen ("My darling Marianne"), [New York] 11 February 1963

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🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿

I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.

My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.

But in an instant, it was all gone.

A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.

That was just the beginning.

The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?

We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.

No home.

No food.

No clean water.

No way out.

I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.

I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.

Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.

💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚

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I give up

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ummm guys i love u btw, i think it's so sweet that we come on here and rb each others posts and create a little community of words and images

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here’s a little something different for today. hellsing’s got me in its clutches, so i wanted to share this WIP from a *possible* one-shot i’m currently writing. consider it a late #wipwednesday treat!

as always, thoughts & comments are appreciated! i love hearing from everyone!!

a reminder: this WIP is still in its early stages, so it could look different days or even months from now. enjoy it while you can!!

thank you for your time!

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the beatles