#death / tw.

[drekkavac-moving]

how does anya feel about death? does anya believe in the afterlife? reincarnation? in anya's pov, what does death feel like? what color is it?

sent by the lovely @searaphic.

So  ,    Anya  has  a  very  complicate  relationship  with  death.  The  biggest  thing  to  not  about  Anya  is  that  she  cannot  die.  As  of  her  last  run  in  with  Mephisto  ,    she's  been  moving  through  life  with  a  similar  regeneration  ability  to  Wade's.  But  here's  the  thing  ,    she  does  still  technically  die.  Her  body  can  die ... But  she  can't  STAY  DEAD.  It's  almost  like  no  realm  in  the  universe  where  the  dead  go  after  will  take  her.  Every  time  they  have  died  ,    Anya  has  been  sent  to  the  void.  It  depends  on  multiple  factors  on  how  long  she  stays  there  ,    but  the  longest  she's  been  dead  since  obtaining  this  ability  has  been  about  six  hours.

She  is  much  more  reckless  with  her  life  now.  Having  died  &  come  back ... &  even  tested  this  theory  ,    she  firmly  believes  that  nothing  can  kill  her  ,    &  if  she  dies ... She'll  be  back  eventually  to  be  that  person's  problem  again.  It's  why  she's  so  casual  about  dying.  It  still  hurts ... &  she  knows  that  ,    but  she's  lived  most  of  her  life  in  some  sort  of  pain.  The  amount  of  time  spent  not  being  in  some  sort  of  pain  being  so  far  &  few  between.

        [ * ]   She  doesn't  know  if  she  believes  in  reeincarnation.

They  try  not  to  wonder  too  much  about  that  stuff  ,    &  never  have  been  the  type  to  say  someone's  belief  isn't  true  unless  she  has  some  sort  of  actual  proof  that  they're  wrong.  That  being  said ... She's  somehow  possible  ,    so  who  is  she  to  say  that  it's  not  something  that  could  happen.

With  the  ability  to  not  stay  dead  aside  ,    &  even  her  dummed  down  ability  to  heal.  Death  still  finds  a  way  to  make  her  want  nothing  more  than  to  lock  herself  away  in  her  room  and  break  everything  in  sight.  That's  because  despite  not  being  able  to  stay  dead  ,    death  still  follows  her.  No  matter  what  she  does ... People  who  help  her  are  always  in  danger.  Always  dropping  like  flies.  It  may  not  always  be  a  big  figure  in  her  life  ,    but  people  who  help  her  don't  last  long  ,    &  that's  why  she  always  makes  sure  to  check  in  with  her  allies.  Too  many  times  has  she  gone  too  long  not  checking  in  only  to  find  out  HYDRA  had  gotten  to  them.  Or  some  other  organization  that  she's  fucked  over.

        [ * ]   In  short ... Death  &  Anya  are  toxic  exes ... who  should  see  other  people.

[kingscyrus]

Cyrus clung to his mother's frail hand as she lay in her bed, her breaths shallow and labored. Beads of sweat rolled down her pale, gaunt face, dark circles framing her once-vibrant eyes. Her beautiful caramel tresses, now damp, clung to her skin, emphasizing her fragile state. She had been battling an insidious disease for months, one that gnawed at her muscles and bones, leaving her a shadow of her former self. Her memory, once sharp and vivid, now faded like a distant echo.

"The time is nigh... my dear boy..." Her voice, barely more than a whisper, trembled with each word, pain lacing every syllable. Like Cyrus's, her teal eyes were clouded with exhaustion and suffering. In contrast, Cyrus's eyes brimmed with a mixture of melancholy, worry, and an overwhelming sense of despair.

"It's... it's alright, my sweet mother... I'll... I'll be alright..." Cyrus's attempt at a strong, reassuring tone faltered, his voice betraying him with a tremor. His eyebrows knitted together as he struggled to maintain his composure, his bottom lip quivering despite his efforts to hold it still. The lump in his throat was a constant, painful reminder of the impending loss. He was about to lose his only kin, the woman who had been the sun in his life, his guiding light. She was the reason he had worked so hard to become a knight, hoping to provide them with a semblance of comfort and security. Now, she lay before him, mere inches from death, and he felt powerless.

As he sat by her side, memories flooded his mind: her laughter filling their tiny home, her gentle hands tending to his scrapes and bruises, her voice a soothing balm during their darkest times. She had been his rock, his source of strength, and the thought of facing the world without her was unbearable. He squeezed her hand tighter as if trying to hold on to her spirit, to keep her with him a little longer. Tears welled in his eyes, blurring his vision. He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat almost choking him. "Mother, you have to hold on. Just a little longer. Please..." His voice broke, and he could no longer hold back the sobs that wracked his body. He buried his face in the bedclothes, his tears soaking the fabric.

His mother reached out with her other hand, weakly brushing her fingers through his hair. "My dear Cyrus... you must be strong. Life... life will go on. You have a brave heart... and a noble spirit. Promise me... you will continue... to live... to fight..." Cyrus nodded, unable to speak, his heart breaking with each passing moment. She smiled faintly, a ghost of her former self, and with a final, shuddering breath, she slipped away. The room grew still, the weight of her absence pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. 

He lifted his head, gazing at her peaceful face, his own tears blurring his vision. He knew he had to honor her last wish, to continue living and fighting as she had taught him. But at that moment, all he could feel was the crushing grief of a son who had just lost his mother, the woman who had been his everything.

[samyelbanette]

I came across a depressing statistic a few weeks ago, and I’ve been debating whether or not to share it.

It started when my friend said “I think I’m going through a mid life crisis.”

“You’re not in your mid life yet!” I assured him. “You’re only 29. You could live to be 80, so mid life would be 40, right?”

“Oh,” he says casually, “well, I read somewhere that the life expectancy for an autistic person is 58.”

What?? I thought. That can’t be right. Why would being autistic shorten his - or my - lifespan?? So I looked into it.

He wasn’t technically wrong, but…

A lot of it isn’t natural death. We die because we kill ourselves. More often than the general population. Often enough that it skews the statistics.

….And sometimes we die because our families murder us.

Source: x

[sailing-ever-west]

the trolley problem vs. systemic oppression: a comic.

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

The worst trauma comes from those who you love

[fatliberation]

The reason fat cadavers are not accepted for medical programmes is that you need to cut through every layer of fat carefully. Which takes time, and lab sessions are inherentely limited in that. It's better for med students to spend that time looking at what organs actually look like in bodies. This isn't fatphobia, it's just .. the way dissecting bodies works? In the same way surgeries on fat people take longer because there's just physically more tissue. The alternative would be to force the med students who get fatter cadavers to do more lab sessions at weird times outside of the usual schedules. Or force them to stay over the holidays. Or not let them get enough time to do the lab work they need to. Which imo would be a bit fucked up especially when med school is already so difficult and time-consuming.

It’s fatphobia. Fat bodies absolutely need to be studied. To ignore an entire demographic of oppressed individuals in the medical field for the sake of convenience(?!) is violence. Did you even read the article? They called working on fat cadavers “unpleasant.” It’s fatphobia and it’s unacceptable.

[incorrectbatfam]

The only acceptable trans Tim headcanon would be Tim introducing himself to the batfam as a boy from the get-go with such confidence that no one questions him. Then, his first solo case as Robin is investigating the disappearance of Jack and Janet Drake's "daughter," so he pretends to have a twin sister by forging a bunch of documents and photoshopping family pictures. He then fabricates evidence of her death, committing multiple crimes in the process, and holds a fake funeral at the end. Because if his previous name is dead to him, he's gonna kill it the Tim Drake way

[feefal]

Torn between life and death

[spamton]

i accidentally napped and had a dream (nightmare?) where a new update for stardew valley released where everything was the same except on a random day in year 3 Evelyn would just straight up die. There was a whole cutscene that started in her house where she collapsed, and then transitioned over to the hospital where Harvey gave George and Alex the worst news of their lives. However, they got to speak to her where she said something along the lines of "Yoba will protect me, and I am sure he will let me watch over you."

Alex and George would not talk to the player for more than a few words for a full season after this event. George would spend most of his time in the bedroom, so if you had less than 2 hearts with him, you could barely ever speak to him.

And Alex... oh my god, poor Alex. If you were married to him during this event, he just stayed in bed all day. Otherwise, if single, he would just stand on the beach most of the time, staring off into the ocean. If you tried to interact with him, it would just say "Alex is grieving... Better leave him be."

There was also other NPC dialogue like mayor Lewis saying "I haven't seen the community in this state of mourning since your grandfather passed..."

there was also a glitch where you could make Evelyn live forever and there were entire guides for the "immortal Evelyn glitch" that got patched out in the next update. If you tried to perform the glitch after the patch, mr. Qi would tell you that "hey, it happens to all of us. We can't prevent it, and neither can you, no matter how hard you try."

[bamsara]

Finor, the first follower.

[booasaur]

God, Palestinians can't have anything

I've often seen this person's posts pop up, he's known for the number of cats he feeds, even before this, hence the username. The other day, I remember seeing that pic of him and that tiny little puppy on the beach and being cheered up by it. It's just so sad... they literally can't have anything.

If anyone wants to help this man, he has links for both an evacuation gofundme and PayPal to help feed the cats:

[mostly-funnytwittertweets]

[ashoss]

patrol is fun :DD

[destielmemenews]

"Former One Direction singer Liam Payne died outside a hotel in the Argentine capital Buenos Aires, local media reported on Wednesday, saying the 31-year-old British musician was found dead after falling from the hotel's third floor.

Citing officials, leading local newspapers La Nacion and Clarin reported that police were called to the hotel in the capital's leafy Palermo neighborhood responding to an emergency call that cited "an aggressive man who could be under the effects of drugs and alcohol.""

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[elizabro]

aaron bushnell knew exactly what he was doing. he states his intentions with total lucidity and sense of purpose. he knows what he's about to do is extreme--he says so. he speaks calmly, but he's clearly terrified. he takes a deep breath after pouring the accelerant over himself. he has to psyche himself up to light the flame. he struggles with the lighter. he says "free palestine" normally once before he starts to scream it. even through his agony he manages to say it one last time before he stops being able to speak at all. this is a man with total conviction. he wanted to help people, in any way possible. this action was a moral one, and any news outlet painting this as simply a mental health issue is a disservice to his memory. he knew what he was doing when he burned himself in uniform. he knew that there was a chance that sacrificing his own life could go on to save many others. this was the ultimate act of selflessness, and it should be treated as such. may he rest in peace.

[incorrectbatfam]

Alfred gets sick of Bruce breaking and losing stuff on patrol so he gets a label maker and starts naming items after the kids

Alfred: I got you a new phone, just like you asked. Its name is Jason. Try not to let it die.

Bruce, tearing up: Why would you say that—