#TragicEnd

[darkcasestories2024]

The murder case of Yvonette Chua Plaza, a businesswoman in Davao City, has captured public attention due to the involvement of high-ranking military officers. Plaza was found dead outside her home on December 28, 2022, after being shot, an incident captured on CCTV. The investigation revealed that Brigadier General Jesus Durante III, former head of the Presidential Security Group, was identified as the mastermind behind the killing. It was revealed that Durante had an intimate relationship with Plaza, and she reportedly possessed sensitive information that she allegedly used to blackmail him. This possible motive of jealousy led to the crime being described as a "crime of passion." Several other soldiers were also implicated in the crime. Two soldiers confessed to their involvement, with one admitting to being the gunman and another as the driver of the getaway vehicle. A total of 10 suspects, including Durante, face charges of murder, obstruction of justice, and theft. Durante and another officer, Colonel Michael Licyayo, are now in military custody, with the possibility of facing both military court-martial and civilian trial​. This case highlights the complex interplay of power, relationships, and violence, and has drawn significant public interest due to the high-profile individuals involved.

[7-0-7-xx]

Frida and her son. #wattpadstory

[jameseiji]

The Death Of Superman (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1292037871-the-death-of-superman?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Eiji692&wp_originator=LmAEwrzxX5%2FzFlt604ybdr3NH9v6f%2F7q7Clf4S3Q8Z7ezN5MeqhbP444FOKdgnUr0%2BF8diC7aYT0CnMHIr4ALRMsCL0%2Bh7I6zstQiHFBuERbkBe07cfLSuK1uQ5njTng This is a summary and review of the of the comic story about the tragic end of the superheroe, known as "The Man Of Steel", by facing a famous villain.

[savebatsfromscratch]

Alright, I'm making up some Shark Wars ship names.

(Honestly for organization of my own posts. If these exist in some other fandom, sorry lol.)

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Velenka x Barklay: GhostHeart Shipping

Barklay x Mari: FirstGhost Shipping

Gray x Mari: SweetRouge Shipping

Gray x Barklay: CoralSpire Shipping

Gray x Velenka: TradeOff Shipping

Shell x Mari: TragicEnd Shipping

Grinder x Lochlan: RustedAnchor Shipping

Goblin x Velenka: TornFins Shipping

Finnivus x Velenka: Dynamic Shipping

Dinnock x Hocuu: Betrayal Shipping

Gray x Lochlan: Atlantis Shipping

Gray x Finnivus: BadEnd Shipping

[newepisodetodayoffical]

Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai Shocking Twist: Beloved Character's Tragic End at High-Drama Wedding Event on Jul 13, 2024

Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai Shocking Twist: Beloved Character’s Tragic End at High-Drama Wedding Event on Jul 13, 2024 Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai: A Shocking Turn as THIS Beloved Character Faces Tragic End Amidst High-Drama Wedding #YehRishtaKyaKehlataHai #ShockingTurn #TragicEnd #HighDramaWedding #BelovedCharacter Star Plus’ popular show Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai continues to enthrall its…

[zelibrius]

In the belly of the beast…

[fightwing]

“ i’m still mad at you for leaving me on that roof. ” from duke! / @tragicend​ 

                  OOF,   yeah. if dick were in duke’s shoes he’d probably be a little bit more than ‘mad’. THEN AGAIN, because he IS dick he was kind of double juggling the gotham apocalypse with the spy organization that currently runs the world order holding him hostage when he’s technically supposed to be dead. he’s a world class circus kid, and even he was bound to drop the ball in truly spectacular ways sometimes.            needless to say, he’s glad that part of his life is over. dick grabs a mug, and on a second thought grabs another --- reminding himself to wash them out before alfred has the chance to take on another task.                 “ will it help at all if i say im sorry? the greater good and all? ”                      he starts the pour, thankful to have alfred’s tea on hand whenever he visits the manor. he really needed gotham out of the way before spyral’s big attack, and specifically the ones who could name the faceless man. tim, jason, damian, and in the end the ever intuitive duke would’ve been collateral spyral would’ve been all too happy to handle. and dick would do a lot before he ever let that come to be.                “ if it means anything, i was pretty confident you’d make it out. knew you wouldn’t be out for long. ”

[coteriie]

@tragicend / for tyler ( hi we need a bode pls universe )

the moment she sits up and dark lids snap open, the nightmare that tortured kinsey only moments earlier finds itself dissipating into nothing. images fade, voices dissolve into whispers, but the feelings remain and there’s no doubting that familiar ache in her chest.

it was a dream about dad.

of course.

she never stops reliving that moment, it seems, and the universe almost laughs as the world-weary teen sighs and runs a hand through unruly blonde locks.

despite the vastness of the key house, kinsey can’t help the urge to climb out of bed and wander the halls. something is telling her it’s the best way to preoccupy her mind, to somehow get her brain to relax. perhaps she’ll migrate to a sofa downstairs - falling asleep a bit closer to her mother’s room doesn’t seem so bad.

but just as she turns a corner at the end of the hall, a body emerges from around the bend, colliding with her own and sending her stumbling back a few steps.

“ jesus, tyler ! ” a whisper yell of shock and frustration follows the encounter, “ what are you doing up ? it’s the middle of the night ... ” her eyes dart around for a moment, hoping the outburst didn’t wake any of the remaining locke family.

[anthcs]

“ they’re wrong. and don’t ever allow them to convince you otherwise. ” beck ...

@tragicend | (Charles) Beckendorf !

Kind and understanding as always, it's surprising to Katie that Beckendorf is being so patient with her struggles with mathematics. Especially when she's been told by others, even her mortal teachers in a mortal high school, that her skills in mathematics are sorely lacking.

Beckendorf's patience reminds her of her father.

Katie still remembers the sting of the careless words thrown around in hushed words, in gossip overheard in the public school bathroom, still remembers taunts and cruel words. Katie isn’t sure which one bothers her more - to be dismissed and treated unkindly by mortal teachers when she struggles with mathematics or to be dismissed as weak, as hysterical environmentalist, overly emotional hippie of sorts by some campers (never mind the fact that Katie did place an emphasis on environmental protection as Grover and the dryads did, never mind the fact that Katie does believe in possibilities achieved with peace and love and kindness).

"Why did the alphabet have to become a part of math? Math should be just dealing with numbers! Even I know that! And then, someone said, 'hey you know what will make things really terrible? letters in place of numbers!' I just---"

At Katie's feet, around Beckendorf's ankles, the flowers twist and turn. A few buds shrivel into muted colors, mere husks of the formerly bright colors and stems wilting. Oblivious, Katie's dramatic hand motions cause a few more to tangle with one another.

Katie's not sure how Beckendorf can be so patient when she's so clearly frustrated. Using the heel of her hand, as if to wipe away any tears (and there had been plenty of times where Katie did shed tears over the unkind words said by others), Katie shakily exhales.

"---I don't get it, at all!"

[boyancient]

@tragicend​  /  ben  :   “ it is youth’s gift not to feel its debts. ”

‘ I wouldn’t call it a gift, ’ he said irritably, the click-click-clacking of chalk against the wall a steady backdrop to the conversation. He took a sip of the coffee mug in his hand as he leaned back and observed his writings, trying to discern a pattern in the numbers, something new he didn’t put together before. ‘ Isn’t that what brought us here in the first place? Youthful recklessness. ’ He paused, lips twisted unpleasantly. ‘ If  I knew what I was risking when I was a kid I wouldn’t have jumped. ’ That’s what it always came back to, wasn’t it? The first jump that sent all the pieces toppling.

[nofive]

@tragicend​ said: “ what happened to you? ” ben! 

[ x - accepting ]

“I grew up,” he stated, simply only a slight tinge of anger lingered on his voice. That lingering anger though sounded almost like sadness if you listened carefully, if you knew Five. That was the real question did Ben know Five enough to see beyond the surface of his words? It was odd considering his body, but that was something people would have to get over eventually.

[fcrmata]

“ what am i? your own personal heater? is that all i am to you? ” johnny to 616 peter ... he’s being dramatic, don’t listen to him

@tragicend

    “Mhm,” Peter is barely listening to begin with, snuggled up against Johnny. As soon as he’d gotten back home he made a bee line for Johnny and stuck his head under his shirt and began to doze off. “You’re also my very handsome, cute, smart, sexy boyfriend.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to Johnny’s tummy. 

[dilipkpandey]

!! वो आखिरी मुलाकात थी !! ...... वो आख़िरी मुलाकात थी, जानता तो उसे जाने न देता, छूता उसे एक बार, गौर से, देख लेता नज़र भर कर, थाम लेता एक बार हाथ, आख़िरी बार सहलाता, बाल उसके, करीने से, सजा देता काजल, आंखों में देख लेता, एक आख़िरी बार, उँगलियों को थामकर, कस लेता उँगलियों में, नाक से छूता, नाक अपनी, होठों को डुबा देता, प्यार में. वो आखिरी मुलाकात थी, जानता तो एक बात पूछता, कि कैसे जियोगी, मेरे प्यार-दुलार के बिना? नंबर बदल दोगी अपना, पता भी बदल दोगी, सब लोग भी छोड़ दोगी, हमारी जान पहचान के, पर कभी सोचा है, वो साल जो हम जी चुके, साथ-हाथ पकड़कर, उनको कैसे करेंगे, जुदा खुद से? वो आख़िरी मुलाकात थी, जानता तो हंस लेता, साथ उसके एक बार, रो देता बाहों में भरकर, मना लेता जान देकर भी, लिपट जाता उसकी ज़िद से, कि जाने न पाती ज़िद्दी वो लड़की. वो आखिरी मुलाकात थी, जानता तो लिख देता, उसके नाम कई चिठ्ठियाँ, कि हर रोज़ जिन्हें पढ़कर, वो अपने अतीत पर मुस्कुराती, और इतराती, फ़िर यही चिठ्ठियाँ, उसके मन में उठाती भावों के ज्वार, बार बार, और, एक टीस भी कि कैसे, छोड़ आई वो अकेला उसको, कि जिसको हज़ार वादे किए थे, साथ जीने के, मरने के, रहने के, साथ-साथ कई जन्मों तक सब कुछ सहने के, तो अब वो साथ नहीं है, क्यों? वो आख़िरी मुलाकात थी, जानता अगर तो मान लेता, कि इसके बाद नहीं होगी वो, ठंडी, गर्मी और बरसात, कि जिसमें भीग जाऊँगा मैं, इशारों में नहीं होगी कोई बात, जिन्हें बिनकहे जान जाऊंगा मैं, नहीं चाहूँगा मैं, किसी को इतना, कि टूट जाऊं जिसे चाह लेने के बाद. बहरहाल, हक़ीक़त ये है, कि अब तुम जा चुके हो, अगरचे आ सको तो, आओ देखो कितना, संभल गया हूँ मैं, अब किसी को जाने नहीं देता, मिल जाने के बाद, वो एक ही आख़िरी मुलाकात थी, लेकिन अब किसी को नहीं मिलता, मैं कभी आखिरी बार, तुमसे मिलना जितना रहा सही, उतना बिछड़ना भी था शायद, कि अब मैं जान गया हूँ, कैसे लगता है वो शख़्स, जो मिलता है आख़िरी बार...! ~दिलीप पाण्डेय .#HindiKavita #romance #reminisce #Nostalgia #latetbt #tb #instatbt #backintheday #life #tbt #memories #instalike #throwback #cute #instamemory #back #instatb #instagood #anothertbt #instamoment #reminiscing #old #LoveStory #TragicStory #miss #TragicEnd #LastMeetUp #BreakUpSong #BreakUp #photooftheday #best #tbts #HindiPoetry #HindiLanguage #hindiliterature #Poetry #GoodNights🌃

[shirozen]

The life of cheap scissors #abunaday #daily #bunny #doodle #scissors #tragicending #broken #一日一兔 #剪刀断了 #artistoninstagram #illustrator #illustratoroninstagram #artist https://www.instagram.com/p/CVS8IaopcsN/?utm_medium=tumblr

[eric-sadahire]

My neighbor told me coyotes keep eating his outdoor cats. So I asked how many cats he has, and he said he just goes to the shelter and gets a new cat afterwards. So I said it sounds like he's just feeding shelter cats to coyotes, and then his daughter started crying.

[anthcs]

“ i swear, i heard you scream. ” edmund!

@tragicend | Edmund Pevensie !

A low growl echoes, warning and dangerous, as a wolf stalks forward.

With the wolf's fur bristling in the cold wind and pearl white teeth bared, Katie can't miss the specks of crimson dribbling down with salvia. The wolf demands to know who they are, and then orders that they stand still. The massive wolf’s suspicious glances turn to glee that is as cold as the ice around them.

When reaching the Queen --- tall and regal and haughty looking --- the wolf bows lowly, only straightening when given permission to do so. Rather than giving a curtsey as she supposes is the proper and expected thing to do, Katie laces her fingers together with Edmund's, giving a gentle and reassuring squeeze.

"The boy, Majesty." the wolf says, upon standing upright. "And though the smell is masked by human stench, I also found a disloyal dryad."

The Queen's brows raise, nearly invisible and white as snow, looking very interested indeed. Her voice sounds kind, but falsely so. "A dryad, how lovely. ...or half of one? Dryads do like to mingle with the occasional lost human."

The message is clear as day: there is nowhere for Katie to run, nowhere that she can go without them tracking her, without her scent giving her away.

Heart pounding in her chest, Katie’s mouth feels dry, eyes widening, and moving closer to Edmund (to protect him? or to be offered protection in turn? she can protect herself fine, she thinks, but she doesn’t know for sure if Maugrim’s pack follows the rules of other wolves or not). Maugrim gives one final warning that dryad --- or rather, half dryad --- should be able to satisfy the pack's hunger.

Katie shivers, from cold, from fear, from something else that she can’t quite place when the Queen informs Maugrim that she would like to speak with Edmund alone.

Summoning her courage, when the wolves pause a moment to engage in hushed whispers with Maugrim at the head, Katie runs; she runs up the frozen staircase, past the wolves who decide to leave the defiant traitor to Maugrim’s mercy, past the horrible statues of creatures frozen literally, to woodland animals with whiskers still mid-twitch and paw raised, and past her fear.

A little less than halfway up the staircase, Katie finds herself slipping, as if the stairs are attempting to keep her and Edmund separate with a barrier of ice and sleet and snow.

With a flick of her wrist, the White Witch’s wand raises, Edmund says something (maybe begging for her to not be hurt, maybe trying to convince the White Witch that she means no harm), but Katie can’t quite make it out over the way that her heart pounds and blood seems to rush in her ears as the fight-or-flight sensation spreads through her body.

With her breath seeming to crystallize in front of her, Katie finds herself effectively separated from Edmund for now; in spite of the force, the ice does not shatter or splinter.

The distinctive scent of blood is in the air; Katie doesn’t know if she bit her tongue or she’s been injured elsewhere. Or if Edmund has been injured and she already worries about that posits. Katie turns, then, to try and find another way…but Katie sees hatred in the wolf’s eyes, blood specks dripping onto her clothing, teeth bared in her face, so naturally, her arms raise to protect herself.

Maugrim snarls that he ought to rip her to shreds. Ought to, he says, as if he wants to but hasn’t been given the opportunity or permission to yet.

The claws dig sharply into her shoulder, with enough force for Katie to see blood, and though Katie tried to not cry out, to not allow the White Witch to know of her pain or fear.

At some point, Katie realizes that she doesn’t know if she’s succeeded. At some point, when she sees Edmund again, she notices that he seems to shy away from her gently trying to make sure that he’s okay; she doesn’t know if he notices the limp in her step when she tries to run to him, to make sure that he’s okay, that she allows him to see the wound but tenses when he looks closer.

( I swear, I heard you scream.

Katie doesn’t deny this when Edmund finally speaks to her again, even as the two friends tightly hold onto each other with trembling hands and fingers that feel as if in the early stages of frostbite, as her hot tears feel as if they are beginning to freeze into mini ice cubes on her chapped cheeks, as her cracked lips offer him what she hopes is a smile. )