#Dying

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[reachoutusa]

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[valeeeez]

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PEDRO PASCAL AS LUCIEN DE LEON THE UNINVITED

[lucjan]

birth of a stone

[ingravinoveritas]

Michael and David couples photo in these sweaters when though...

[rebeccathenaturalist]

I'm working on clearing out some old tabs, and ran across this piece from last fall. The short version is that your gut microbiome and other microbes that accompany you in a series of symbiotic relationships throughout your lifetime persist even after you die. While you might assume that these bacteria and other little beings would perish along with you once you're no longer warm and living, it turns out that they shift gears upon your death, being part of the massive effort to return your remains en masse to the nutrient cycle.

There's honestly something rather poetic about that. Here you've spent a lifetime being the center of a holobiont--a sort of miniature, migratory ecosystem. And these many millions of life forms that you have given safe harbor to for thousands upon thousands of their generations are among the funerary vanguard caring for your remains after you're gone. They pour forth from their ancestral lands--the gut, the skin, and other discrete places--and spread out through even the most protected regions of your form.

And then, just as you constructed your body, molecule by molecule, from a lifetime of nutrients you consumed, so do these microbes go through the process of returning everything you borrowed back to the wider cycles of food and growth and life and death. The ancient halls where their ancestors lived in relative stability are now taken apart in the open air, and their descendants will disperse their inheritance into the soil and the water through the perpetual process of decomposition.

I've always wanted a green burial, and I find it comforting that when my remains are laid in the ground, they'll be accompanied by the tiny ecosystems I spent a lifetime tending, and who will return the favor by sending my molecules off in a billion new directions.

[searchingforglendowerwithleah]

I AM ABOUT TO BECOME SO ANNOYING

WE ARE SOO BACK

[sentimental-apathy]

I'm crying from laughing so hard, this improv is so damn hilarious omfg lol

[witchofanguish]

[fvckinsociety]

Wouldn't mind dying in my sleep tonight.

[kaysdenofchaos]

Teenage Meddling Mutant Turtles: Inktober Day 1 — Backpack

Hehe bug boy goes brrbr

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Draw your squad like this

[oonajaeadira]

Beautiful. Amazing. No notes. Ezra's hung like a whale and it doesn't matter how many holies he offends with it. Let the man spread like the smooth butter he is.

Ezra Goes to Church feat. Ezra & f!reader

Summary: Ezra likes to be comfortable everywhere.

Pairing: Ezra & f!reader | Rating: PG-13 | Word Count: 350

Content Warnings: no smut but Ezra alludes to his attributes, takes place in a church

Author's Notes: This is my submission for @toxicanonymity's Manspread Olympics. Thank you to @strang3lov3 for encouraging me to get in on this.

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You sat up straight, the pew in the church your cousin’s son was being christened in not allowing you to sit any other way lest you sit in a way inappropriate.

Ezra, on the other hand, seemed less concerned with what was appropriate. He was sitting back, finding a comfortable position low on the pew. His head rested on the rounded, worn top of backrest and his legs were spread to an indecent degree. 

You weren’t sitting in the back - you were sitting in the second row. Among other family members, Ezra's laid back comfort was not going unnoticed by those around you. You nudged his knee with yours. 

“Yes, dove…”, he murmured, the back of his fingers gently touching your shoulder as he warmly watched your cousin ahead, holding her son with the pastor. 

“Sit. Up.”, you whispered sharply back, leaning down slightly.

“Hmm?” Ezra turned his head slightly, looking up at you from the corners of his eyes.

He saw the warning look you gave with raised brows, and he shrugged a ‘what?’ in response.

You huffed and leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Sit up now and stop spreading your legs. It’s… it’s indecent.”

“Indecent?”, he whispered back, brows contorted in confusion. 

“You’re in a church. Sit up now.”

As you sat back upright, foolishly assuming the conversation was over, and turned your gaze back to the front of the room. Ezra grinned at your profile and spoke a little louder than the whisper you had spoken to him in. 

“If the good lord did not intend for me to sit at my leisure in his house then why on earth allow his children to fill it with pews this long and gift me with a titan’s girth?”

Your eyes widened, feeling mortified. Your elderly great-aunt, sitting in the pew in front of you, turned slightly, looked at you then at Ezra. Her eyes darted down to his crotch in a fleeting glace and her brow raised in approval. She then turned back around, shifting in her seat.

You were never going to live this down. 

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[hallwords]

hate writing. never writing again.

[reality-detective]

When asked if he fears assassination for taking on Big Pharma, the CIA, and the FBI, RFK Jr. answered with unwavering courage, stating that dying is not the worst fate—living as slaves, watching our children lose the freedoms that countless generations of Americans fought and died to protect, is.

He boldly declared that our generation must be ready to make whatever sacrifices are necessary to defend those freedoms, no matter the personal cost.

He emphasized that true patriotism requires standing up for what’s right, no matter the danger, for the sake of our country’s future.🤔

[jayohdotp]

HE as in Heartbroken Ending…