#Suicide Vest

[tyforthevnm]

“this is for all my people that traded their sex drive to not be suicidal”

anthony’s intro to 2022 #lsdunesboston | from RyanR0ssified

[November 27, 2022]

[davemustaine]

met my first "name 3 songs" guy at the pet shop the other day

[prussianmemes]

shopping for a three piece suit and the tailor brings me a absolutely immaculate overcoat that goes perfectly with everything else but it costs more than the rest of my entire purchase combined...

i can't justify 10 000 kč / 400 usd on a overcoat. the world is cruel.

[verwestundkalt]

some pics of my battle vest :) still a huge work in progress I guess, but she's my baby haha

[neverendingford]

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[rustbeltjessie]

everything you did and said. that pissed me off. like that night in the crowded          apartment.

christ, it was 4/20. did you know. at first i thought you were cool. we all shot          gunned

blatz n’ turned the empties. into weed pipes. all stoned & drunk on the cheap

shit. everyone talking about party drugs & butt sex. you were the only other         fucker

in a battle vest. all studded & sloganed. patched & poked.

—Jessie Lynn McMains, from “our faithful, reckless hearts” (South Broadway Ghost Society, January 2019)

[diabeticdelight]

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[spaghettiisinmysoul]

Idk I just think that if you hate your job you should get a new one even if you make less money

Isn’t that minus couple dollars in your paycheck worth… not wanting to kill yourself every morning??? Idk maybe that’s just me

[goatfactsofficial]

stripping, blindfolding and handcuffing POWs is pretty standard practice, and numbering for a large group makes sense for headcount purposes.

But please, can anyone show me any proof that these men where executed? I now how much people have been enjoying corpse jenga with this conflict, so i dont want to hear any bullshit about "preserving the dignity of the dead." we're long past that point.

In absence of a picture of a pile of corpses or a reputable citation, I'm gonna call this bullshit.

BREAKING| Israeli media shared new pictures of dozens of men including elderlies, claiming that they were kidnapped in Khan Yunis, Gaza Strip!! All men appear blindfolded, handcuffed, and numbered. Several Israeli sources said that they were extrajudicially executed.

[co27]

its weird only being like 30% as depressed as i used to be idk. like looking back on highschool and comparing it to now like. wow i can actually almost function now. im not just constantly in the throes of despair for no reason. 16 year old me was right having working antidepressants made my life 500% better

[kaywavy]

bulletproof vest except it’s just reactive armor

[lago-morpha]

maybe this is controversial but if the democrat party invested a mere thousandth of the energy they continue to pour into something that killed 1128 people in the span of 41 years when covid was killing triple that in a day maybe I would say the two parties are different

[wistfulnightingale]

The Night That Changed an Angel (or, why does Aziraphale still wear that shabby vest?)

Mini-Meta Musing (#4)

I've been brooding for a long time about, of all things, Aziraphale's worn velvet vest and the long cream jacket he's kept in "tip top condition for over 180 years now." I love the sweet familiarity, but this is the same angel who popped across the Channel and almost lost his fluffy-topped head in 1793 for dressing like an aristocrat.

"I have standards!"

He's the height of elegance, extravagance even. A dandy. We've seen the same at the Globe Theater 1601, Edinburgh 1827, and even as a Knight of the Round Table in 527 Essex, where he's wearing a glorious pelt across his shoulders! However, sometime after Edinburgh 1827, Aziraphale's stylish extravagance ends. He adopts the dress of distinguished but modest gentility. No seamstresses strain their eyes for days hand stitching ruffles and trims for him any longer. When we next see him in 1862, his clothing is refined, simple, and serviceable. It becomes his uniform, with only minor replacements. Why? What happened to change him?

Edinburgh 1827 happened. And his encounter with tragedy ran over his sensibilities like a locomotive.

Aziraphale had, we were told, saved his earnings over time and had bought land, invested wisely, and became quite well off. He used real money, not miracles, to build the bookshop, paying the builders well and taking care of bills honestly. He built himself up to a more than comfortable lifestyle, from nearly nothing. And his clothes are real, not miracled from nothingness like Crowley's. (source: original showrunner)

Aziraphale's wealth allows him to afford luxurious tailoring and fancy shoes and ruffles and trims. He'll certainly pay the cobblers and tailors and seamstresses well for their labors. It will be a substantial expense for the era. (The linked post gives a wonderful perspective on 1793 lifestyles and costs.)

https://agoodflyting.tumblr.com/post/753227014283083776/why-aziraphales-white-satin-pumps-are-ridiculous

The angel's Edinburgh multilayered and trimmed top coat, soft leather gloves, matching scarf, jacquard vest, silk cravat, etc., look entirely out of place in the back alleys where the poor huddle. Walking the clean, gas-lit avenues with Crowley and Elspeth, Aziraphale is oblivious to the privilege he has in this world.

As he strolls along in philosophical banter with Crowley about the "blessing" of poverty, the angel spouts trite pontifications created by the rich to justify poverty. He genuinely believes Elspeth has more opportunities for goodness.  After all, look at Wee Morag.  He respects her goodness tremendously.  It proves to him his “rightness.”  And so he sabotages Elspeth’s attempt to sell the body she dug up in her attempt to support Wee Morag.  Dalrymple gets no body, Elspeth gets no money, and Aziraphale believes he’s saving her soul.

It’s a poignant moment, though, when Aziraphale cradles the jar containing a tumor from a seven year old child who died because there wasn’t enough medical knowledge to save him.  Turning point number one.  It becomes Real, not a philosophical debate.  Selling stolen bodies puts good in the world.  He’s all for it now, and goes back to encourage Elspeth.  Good heavens, he’s even willing to help this time!

But, as we know, it all goes wrong.  Wee Morag is shot by a grave gun, and dies of her injuries.  Elspeth steals laudanum, and plans suicide.  Crowley drinks the laudanum, saves her in a compassionate Scottish frenzy, and is stolen away by hell because of his kindness.   And it is All. Aziriphale’s. Fault.

Turning point number two.  Another watershed moment where Aziraphale’s world changes again.

One of Crowley’s last earthly acts, before getting plunged into hell, is to have Aziraphale give Elspeth all of his pocket money.  What is pocket money to the angel is a fortune to her, one that can set her up for a better life.  I have no doubt that in the aftermath of the traumas of that night, missing and worrying about Crowley, Aziraphale thinks about all of this.  He considers all of the money he casually spends on fine clothing and expensive tailoring.  He wonders how many lives could change if that money was better spent on helping to relieve the poverty that surrounds him.  He wants to help, and to try to make amends for the harm he caused.  What would Crowley do, if he were free to be kind? And so Aziraphale changes.

I’d love to know the story of how it all played out.  Did he sell his fine clothing and donate the proceeds?  Did he become involved in charitable foundations?  Did he buy the clothing of a simple gentleman and decide to preserve it, however worn it became, as a reminder to himself of his past blindness and vanity?  We see in Season 1 how important it is to him to preserve that coat. (Sure, it's also a fantastic opportunity to flirt and flutter those angelic eyelashes... But, nonetheless!)

By Season 2, the angel who took too long justifying a life-saving miracle for Wee Morag, and who hesitated to give Elspeth his 90 Guineas, willingly and freely gave Maggie forgiveness for thousands of pounds of debt. I'd love to know what else he's done over the last 180+ years!

Whatever happened, it began that night in a graveyard.

[crowwithaccesstotheinternet]

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[oceantornadoo]

base bf!simon riley, gn reader (tw: referenced bad self talk, super small tho)

“no.”

“love, it’s in and out, three days max-“

you spun around, pushing your finger into his chest like you could move 250 pounds of pure muscle with just your willpower. “i said no.”

“they need volunteers.”

“i said no, simon! and don’t you dare pull rank on me. this is not just a three day mission.” he tilted your chin up, where your eyes had been transfixed on the symbols on his uniform. the ones that said he could make this decision without you, that your input didn’t matter. your eyes were wet and angry when they met his own, hidden behind his eyeblack you put on him this morning.

“it’s a suicide mission.” you replied. he swore under his breath. “and i know we said we wouldn’t let this,” you gestured between the two of you, “get in the way of work, but it’s dangerous, simon. this isn’t some spur of the moment decision. you have a choice and im asking you to choose me.”

there it was. the truth. the air is thick with loss and indecision, swirling around in his office. “i’ve never-“ you hiccupped, swallowing back tears. his gloved hand raised towards your face, trying to smooth out the wrinkles on your forehead. “i know, dove. ‘ve never felt this way either. didn’t think i could.” simon raised you to him in a soft kiss, not minding the mask in the way. you gripped his tactical vest like a life jacket.

“i know you don’t value your life simon, but i do.” the shot had been fired, the argument past the point of no return. you had laid your cards bare and there was no going back. he walked past you and left the office, leaving you to wonder about the biggest mistake of your career.

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the next day, the team met in its usual briefing room. “about that mission previously mentioned.” price said, making eye contact with you. “has been reassigned due to a lack of volunteers.” the air whooshed out of your chest. you turned to look at simon, only to find his eyes already on yours. even under the mask, you could read his lips.

forever.

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did you guys catch the t swift lyric 🤸‍♀️