#When you die

[master-missysversion]

These are just some of my favourites, honestly it was hard to choose

Full quotes under the cut

"Then it was a mercy killing" "I don't see in mercy in you"

"You cannot build an ionic membrane from scratch" "if I had crayons and half a can of spam, I could build you from scratch!"

"They'll be writing operas about our pointless deaths if we don't take drastic action right now!"

"And what are you Queen of, exactly? A stolen ship and second-hand guns? A Queen of shreds and patches. You're not a ruler, you're a parasite."

"In my time, Gallifrey doesn't exist. It's gone. Forever. And if you don't know that, you're in my past. So, you are only serving at the glory of ash and bone."

"Ryan, I've lived for thousands of years. So long I've lost count. I've had so many faces. How long have you been here? You don't know me. Not even a little bit."

"You want to call it? Do it now. All of you. (silence) Yeah. Cos sometimes this team structure isn't flat. It's mountainous, with me at the summit in the stratosphere, alone, left to choose. Save the poet, save the universe. Watch people burn now or tomorrow."

"It is the Doctor! The Doctor is an enemy of the Daleks!" "Yes, it is. And, yes, I am. I called you here and you came, like obedient little pets"

"As hard as it is for you to understand, this isn't about you. This is about Daleks."

"For your guilt you mean. Sometimes men like you make me wonder why I bother with humanity."

That conversation is too long to copy here but feel free to refresh your memory here (ctrl + f the word 'beneath' to skip to their conversation)

"Yes, people have written songs about her" "They'll be writing operas about our pointless deaths if we don't take drastic action right now!"

[vui-kun]

Thing I made for my conservation of natural resources class.

[vespervanbebber]

I think up and Adam just looks like Will Wood

First album mister wood, his silly little hat, all that black clothes, of course wacky tie, red eyeshadow, psychedelic facepaint, don't forget the 3rd eye!

Lipstick? Lots

Red

And how about fangs? He deserves them.

[hihimissamericanbi]

when you get this ask you could perhaps maybe bless us with 5 of your fav songs (currently or of all time), and then send this ask to 5 of your moots who you think have good taste! <3

My good crow,

I have abysmal music tastes. But here you go!!!! FLOOD THE DASH WITH MUSICALSSSSS

[luxi-lilith]

Go fuck yourself. I'm mean, not nice

[stargazer333]

[fourwindows]

MGMT - When You Die

[dont-read-this-im-dead]

That time you forgot to look both ways when crossing the street when you were 16.

That time when you were having a karaoke party in your car with friends and didn't see the red light up ahead when you were 17.

That time your mom didn't check the expiration date on the salsa in the fridge, but you got invited to see a movie with your crush when you were 14, so you missed dinner anyway, and your mom ended up ordering pizza. You saw the mold when you cleaned the fridge the next day and tossed the whole container.

That time you got drunk at prom so you left early with your date and decided to skip the after party, but you didn't know that the girl who almost made prom queen had planned a fake mugging by paying some strangers from the streets to mess you up on the way to the after party. She didn't know that one of them had just been released from prison for rape.

That time you forgot your glasses on your nightstand when you were 20, and you're basically blind without them, so you need them to drive. You didn't know there was a drunk driver just pulling out of a bar and about to run a red light on the intersection where you crossed if you had remembered your glasses and left at that exact moment.

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[naughtydirtyhornyhorned]

[dragoncarrion]

Fucking hate ai bitches this shit is poisoning my search results just like that tumblr baby crow post fuck y'all for real

[tj-van-heerden]

What happens when a person dies?

Human beings were created with a physical body, a spirit body, and a soul which is inside of you. Your spirit body looks just like your physical body, but it is made of spirit matter, therefore you cannot see it.

When a human being dies, it is only the physical body that dies. The spirit body with your soul in it lives on. You still have all the senses and you are consciously aware of everything. You live on in the spirit world, either in Heaven, or in Hell. The senses of the spirit body are more sensitive and acute than in the physical body.

God can take your spirit body out of your physical body if He needs to take you somewhere and show you things. Normally when this happens, there are angels who accompany you. Never try to do this yourself, because there won't be protection for you against demons in the spirit world, and many other reasons.

But consider the fact that you live on when your physical body dies. Make sure that you will go to Heaven when you die. But not only this… strive to live in the fullness of what God has in store for you in this life. Pray to God and ask Him to make the fullness of why He put you on earth a reality in your life. Obey the Word and the Spirit, and keep on asking. It is the most rewarding life on earth. Don't miss what God has in store for you. Ask Him for his Holy Spirit to be a reality in your life. Ask for a gift of the Holy Spirit as the Lord wills. Don't only just make it to Heaven. Live in the fullness of the Christian life.

These are matters that need to be considered with seriousness.

[poprocklyrics]

It's permanently night And I won't feel anything

When You Die, MGMT

[inkskinned]

you said you were stuck in a time loop, which was fine. i feel like late-stage capitalism has us all in a time loop, ammiright? you came barging in at 5:33. in the morning. i hadn't even processed the idea of coffee.

but you had this look of utter panic in your eyes. terror like the ocean. you grabbed my cheeks. im in a time loop.

i don't know why in movies the first reaction is to deny it. when someone is panicking like that, it's not appropriate to ask them to calm down. it didn't matter if i believed it, what mattered was that you believed it so much that it was consuming you.

so here we are. i pour you some of the dark roast. "you look like utter and entire hell," i say.

you push your fingers into your eyes. "you always say that."

i try to think of something funny to say that i wouldn't have said on previous time loops, but jokes don't land without the proper timing (lol). "remind me to think -"

"-yeah, of a joke that only works in the future. and before you say anything, i know you're pissed i just stole your punchline." you bolt the coffee, which is wild. it's very hot. you don't seem to notice.

i blow on mine to cool it down. i both am very pissed at you and also i can't see you in this amount of panic without wanting to help. but i'm also not really sure what we are, not since i saw you kiss her like that, no offense. it just was like, kind of rude when you knew i liked you.

and besides. i'm just like, barely a person. i write omegaverse fanfiction. i love the concept of a time loop, but what the fuck am i gonna do? send an alpha in there? i open my mouth.

you point at me. "you're about to ask why me. and then say some disparaging shit about yourself. i'm just a nerd who plays dnd or something. that self-own is slightly different each time." you sigh. "i know you think you can't really help me. i don't know who can help me. i only came to you because you fucking believe me." you check your watch, sigh, and throw your head back. you cover your eyes with one hand. "i've come here on 26 separate revolutions," you say. "you have believed me every time. and yeah, i have no idea how you fit into this but i just -" you sigh again. "i just like fucking talking to someone about it."

"do you need more cof-" i start, but you're already holding the empty cup out. i frown at it. "you're not getting any more until you promise not to bolt this one like an animal."

you laugh a little and sit up, pushing your hair out of your face. "okay, that's new dialogue. but to be fair to you, i'm not usually this rude. i'm still pretty new at all of this." you check your watch again. another sigh. i guess you're cruising for a personal best in the Sigh Olympics.

i almost tell you im not an NPC but i've played enough video games to know i'm very much an NPC. i pour you another cup. "so what happens in the loop?"

"really bad explosion." you mutter into the mug. you put your elbows on the table (rude) and bury your face in your arms like an angsty teenager. one hand floats up while you talk, because evidently you literally can't talk without your hands. "i have to save the day and there's this bomb and i have no bomb training and it keeps moving, you know."

"do i die?"

you peek up from your arms. "yeah. bigtime. you keep trying to run or stay or do anything and you always super die."

"oh."

"to be fair, like, everyone dies in it though.... so you're in good company."

i hate that you make me laugh. i hate that being around you always feels tingly and strange, this electric tension between us. something that is evidently (given how you stuck your tongue down a stranger's throat literally 3 days ago) (well. 3 for me) super one-sided. i take a sip of my coffee and close my eyes.

i die today, i guess. a little spark of panic starts at the top of my hands and starts whipping up my wrists.

"shit," you say. you look at your watch and jump to your feet. "i have to go. if i can come back, i will. i am still trying to figure out when is best to do everything, you know? the order of stuff. maybe morning isn't good for us."

i look up at you and think about how you keep kissing me in the back of my car and in alleyways and in the dark. and i can never fucking get a read on you. and i also think about how incredibly panicked you look. how broken. how long have you been doing this? "i don't want to die," i say.

you glance downwards. "well, you're not really dead, you'll come back in the loop."

"but i will have died." my hands are shaking. i am trying really hard to stay calm.

you push your hands through your hair again. "i really have to go. i will have this discussion with the next version of you, though. it is like, something i am thinking about."

"but i don't get a next version," i say. i don't really have the language for this, because i haven't had 26 tries with you. i only have my memories: you, a week ago. drunk and telling me you loved me in my ear. you, kissing her anyway. you, months ago, throwing up on my birthday, whispering to me i ruin everything i touch, always, over and over. please don't ask. i can't ever fucking have that be you.

i run my finger along the rim of the mug. "i don't want to die in this one."

you seem baffled by this. "i get that but - time will reset, you'll be fine, you won't even remember we talked about this."

"but i know now." i stand up too. "i have to live the rest of this day knowing i could die. knowing i probably am going to."

"you could always die, to be fair."

i feel my hands get out of control. "earlier, you said i always say a different insult about myself. what if you're just going through different parallel universes and those are all just different - but real - versions of myself? what if you're not in a time loop, you're in a fucking universe loop?"

"if it helps, i've wondered this too. also, you're hot in all of them. if that helps."

i point at you. "no flirting. i'm trying to figure out if i die today."

"who's flirting?" you catch my wild hands and give me that long, perfect smile. like we're in this together. "i won't let ya die." you check your watch and sigh again. "well. maybe not this time."

i grit my teeth. you are so not making quips at me while i try to explain the existential dread i'm having. "does the time loop reset if i fucking kill you?"

"honestly i don't know how long it continues after i die, because i just wake up. it could be that the loop goes until the explosion for everyone, and we're all in the loop, or it could be that when i die, the loop restarts. when i die i wake up, is all."

i pull away from you and stalk into the kitchen and start doing all 3 of my dishes. "okay, first, you know i was joking. and secondly, this is exactly my point. you don't know if this is just a parallel universe. maybe in the ones where you died, the explosion happened and nobody reset and it's just you travelling." i have to stop and push the heel of my palm into my eyeball. "... how often have you died?"

i look at you. you look at me. you give me this very sad, halfway smile and a little what can ya do shrug. something in that action seems so old and weary that i want to burst into tears.

"i have to go," you say. "really. for real. there's this family of five i save from getting into a car crash. and i know it's like oh but we're all gonna die in the explosion anyway, what's the point. and..." you shrug again. "it matters to me, is all. at least i saved them for now. at least i saved anything."

you pad over to me and wrap me in a tight hug. you always seem so tall against me. i feel your cheek rest against the top of my head for a moment. for a second, it's just us, and the space is warm, and my heart is a little broken hare.

you leave me there, and i stand in my stupid badly lit kitchen with my stupid mugs. i think about you. i start texting my mom that she needs to get out of the city, but it feels pointless.

i don't know what to do. tomorrow is the same day for you. but i have to prepare to die in my today.

[eastgaysian]