#Death Cw

[unlikelypandahologram]

Here's the third commissioned illustration for my fic, "Lesson Learned", as drawn by @destinysquared! It's the part where Megatron kills Megazarak in cold fucking blood LMAOOO REST IN PIECES

(After this, there'll be a fourth and final illustration for the ending. Stay tuned 💕)

[appalachiananarchist]

Despite living in a location infamous for drug abuse and despite knowing and losing many people to hard drugs, I might just hate alcohol the most. I've lost more people to alcohol in the last 2 years than to anything else. This is all to say my friend is dead and I'm not okay.

[aarontveit]

SLAXX | 2020 dir. Elza Kephart

[jasontoddspussy]

in louder than bombs you say jason had a gren burial why do you say that

Holo there::)

It's an interpretation, and I interpret it as such because Jason was able to dig his way out of his grave. See, in the US, most people are buried within a concrete vault, as in their casket is. This concrete vault serves two purposes; To up the cost of the funeral and to make it easier for lawnkeepers to mow the grass.

A green burial, and what that entails, depends on the state since this is the US, but is usually a means of burial where no harsh chemicals are used. Some places a green burial is donation to a body-research facility (also called a body farm, but like. They're not /growing/ bodies, so I wouldn't call it a farm), where you're typically placed in a shallow grave with different types of settings to research what soil, insects, outside temps, ect, would do to your body for forensic research.

In others, it's a shallow grave dug by a worker, where the body is placed directly in the hole. Most times the body is packed in a shroud that the family brought, or that the mortuary workers made. The body is buried with rocks to, supposedly, deter wild animals from foraging but no research has been made to prove if this is an actual thing or not happening to green burials.

Green burials could also be something like composting your body, where it's turned to soil. There's many different ways, really.

Now, I hear you say, but you draw/depict Jason with an autopsy scar?

And you'd be right. However, Autopsy does not = Embalming.

For the uninitiated, embalming is a preservation procedure typically done in the US, where strong chemicals are flushed through the body’s circulatory system and massaged into surrounding tissue to stop proteins from breaking down, and halt decomposition.

I could get into why this is done, but I'll spare ya.

Typically, your organs will be removed and sometimes replaced with stuffings such as lavender or other organic materials by the medical examineer who's doing the procedure. The purpose of an Autopsy, is to find out what the COD (cause of death) is. The COD and MOD (Manner of death) are separate - say you hit your head and died from that, the manner of death would detail what happened in one of the available categories (Medical error, Homicide, Suicide, Accident, Natural), and the COD would be listed as something like "Sub-arachnoid hematoma".

Jason, I imagine, would have had an Autopsy, but not an embalming. Of course, some places in the US demand cadavers be embalmed, but not all.

The reason I personally think this, is because Jason had sustained severe injuries. He died from smoke inhalation, but he would've had several open fractures and burns as well. If Bruce wanted to do a showing/embalming, he'd need a reconstructive specialist. I doubt Bruce wanted something like that.

Another thing about the embalment, is that the medical examineer isn't the one who embalms. I assume the ME who did Jason's autopsy must've been someone who knew he was Robin, or someone Bruce paid heavy hush-money to forge the death certificate. I say this, because en Autopsy is /incredibly detailed/

Everything is noted down. The amount of freckles. Scarring. Birth marks. Anything on his person. Teeth. Ect Ect. Robin Jason would’ve had a lot of scars, and the ME would notice them to be too fresh to be from the streets, if they knew about that, and that'd create questions that Bruce wouldn't be able to answer.

The embalmer would see something similar, and also read the death certificate to make sure it is the right body. Furthermore, Bruce is jewish, and in jewish funeral practice the body must be prepared and buried as quickly as possible, within 24 hours if possible, and no embalming. Sadly, in the US, funeral directors are required by law to offer and/or practice embalming, so a lot of muslim and jewish funeral homes have to choose between being able to offer death-care for their cultures, while going against their beliefs.

Anyways, I'll end this little rant now lol

[nyanatomy]

@timmy-bee

[sadclowncentral]

when i got my medical certificate i very confidently answered the question "what do you do if a person becomes unconscious?" with "remove from the room immediately" only to be met with puzzled silence by the instructor and that's when i learned that the deeply ingrained nautical fear and grim reality of seamen and their rescuers asphyxiating in enclosed spaces due to build up of toxic gas or especially lack of oxygen does not translate to land.

[dajo42]

oh we thought we killed a god and left it to rot but yeah. turns out that was basically just some guy or a vessel or whatever and the actual god was the rot itself. yeah im like super into decaying now. yeah the eternal rot. thats why im decomposing. get this though. the corpse of the god we killed? fresh as a patch of flowers

[lizardsfromspace]

Was there ever a news event in our lifetimes that the media fumbled more aggressively than Columbine. They genuinely got every single detail wrong

From reporting that they killed someone for saying she believed in God (a different girl who said she did survived) to not reporting that they sought out students of color while yelling racial slurs - on Hitler's birthday & a day after the anniversary of OKC and Waco - while promoting the idea that you have to watch out for loner bullied nerds. Even though later research shows that the shooters were, in fact, bullies themselves, who had a wide social circle, and they were, you know, Nazis motivated by racism and not the video game Doom (1993).

It's a generational fuck-up, the GOAT of bad reporting bc it's still with us. The narrative of persecution after "she said yes" is a huge reason the evangelical right is like how it is today (they made a biopic that uncritically repeated it just a couple years ago!) & they still push the idea that it's primarily victims who do that sort of thing and not aggressors & people still shared that stupid video of Marilyn Manson saying he'd "listen" until a couple years ago (though the shooters being abusive Nazi creeps would uh, not diminish Marilyn Manson's desire to befriend them, I feel)

[westerosiladies]

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[wolfertinger666]

I'm a black trans man that's gnc and I never see anyone represent me or anyone even acknowledge people like me exist(unless we're fucking dead) so I kinda just take matters into my own hands and base my art around that because it's the only way I can truly express myself.

[teaboot]

Wait why were you in israel/palestine? Aren’t you canadian?

I am. A friend of my family was traveling from Egypt to Jerusalem on pilgrimage and someone who had reserved a spot in the group had to drop out, so there was a last-minute seat available and they asked me if I was interested.

Life is short, and it wasn't the sort of trip I'd be able to afford on my own in a million years, so I tagged along as the token agnostic.

And I'm glad I did, because a few months later some of the places we'd visited were leveled flat.

A lot of beautiful, rolling green hillsides are charred dust now, and good, kind people are dead.

Buildings we slept in are gone. Children who waved to us in the street are gone. Small shops and vendors and houses are gone. Old men gathered together to smoke and chat in little rooms by the streetside are gone.

Passing from Israel into Palestine was a visible, abrupt switch from a modern city not unlike Vancouver to a slum. Like some of the reservations I've been to here up north that go to shit sometimes, where the Chief and his family all have brand new BMW's and nobody else has had their plumbing fixed.

Buildings were repaired with minimal supplies, trash was gathered in the streets, and the roads were bare dirt for long stretches at a time. You could tell that this wasn't a place being treated kindly, but people were doing their best. Everyone we met treated us well. Everyone we met was kind, and welcoming, and generous.

One man I spoke with said he was hoping to come to Canada someday. Take his family and live here. He asked how cold it got.

I told him that their winter was like our summer. He didn't like that- said he didn't like being cold.

I told him to wait for summer, then, and he could visit with me. Told him everywhere he'd have to see when he arrived, all the best landmarks and museums.

The first bombs dropped before winter.

I don't know if he waited.

[toringo]

No turning back

[contact-guy]

CHARLES AUGUSTUS MILVERTON part 4 - death of a blackmailer

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

content warnings for: guns, blood, death. which you are *probably* expecting if you know how this story goes in canon, although this version is...not exactly how Watson told it to the Strand.

(This is part of the Watsons sketchbook series)

[scientia-rex]

One of my patients used to be a Big Deal Specialist in the city and you can just TELL he’s SEETHING that no one out here is even qualified to understand what he did, much less how important he was. He’s also terrified of death. It’s both annoying and really sad. Like, sir, I hate to break it to you, but no amount of knowledge will protect you from the ravages of time. It’s a special kind of hell to know the stages of various fatal diseases intimately. What is it going to feel like when it’s my turn? How do doctors want to die? Suddenly, quietly. Slip away painlessly in my sleep. But how likely is that? Not very. More likely I’ll get cardiovascular disease or cancer, the greatest killers of our time.

He was so afraid of cancer he had an organ that wasn’t cancerous removed just in case. He talks down to me as if I’m his student, and who knows? Maybe I was. He was in the same city as me, and they were forever dragging Big Name Doctors in to teach us things. Maybe I learned how to elicit Achilles tendon reflexes from him.

But mostly I find myself a little scornful. Who lives without the shadow of death? Who doesn’t think about death all the time? When you die, life is a round thing, finished and whole. What will your life look like when God holds it in the palm of his hand?

Also don’t fucking call me by my first name unless I’ve specifically said you can. I don’t GIVE that permission to patients, except for my mentally ill trans and queer patients. If I wanted to be disrespected by an older man I would have married young.

You do not have time. This important doctor who based his whole life around his importance lived as rich and full a life as anyone. And now he’s clinging to it, leaving fingernail marks on the walls on his way out. No one has time. There will be a moment when you’re dying when you think, I would give anything I have to be back in that moment. Any ordinary moment. Taking the dogs out to go potty. Browsing at the grocery store. When you’re being crucified on a hospital bed, dying and aware of it through the morphine, you would give anything you ever possessed to go back and have one more agony-free afternoon. Sit on a curb or a stoop. Walk through a park. Hug your spouse. These tiny fragmentary moments that we are constantly sliding through, tobogganing past at high speeds, these are what will be our life when our life is over.

I am accountable to that self. To the dying me. What did I do with this gift and curse? I don’t believe in God, but I know that I will die, and I have watched enough dying people by now to know the kinds of things I’ll think about. I want to make that me proud of what I’ve done and how I’ve spent my life. She will be a harder judge than God, and I want her to look at this one little life and think, yes. I did what I meant to.

[strawdool]

anywayyy lmao

pt 1 here

(also based on a scene from beastars lmao spoilers if u want to read it)