#death men

[wastheheart]

Esme being so fucked up after the events of E.clipse? Watching F.elix just e.xecuting B.ree without a second thought? Knowing if she stayed with Charles he'd have probably ended her life similarly to that? Feeling like her own parents who turned a blind eye to her distress.

Watching all those young kids d.ie and by her own hand?

Even V.ictoria... she doesn't want this woman to die. She wished to reach across the aisle and solve this dispute civilly, but the chance never arose and Esme can't help but feel the weight of that in the aftermath of everything that happened.

[songandflame-archived]

*taps microphone again* also f.antine washing and brushing e.ponine's hair, then braiding it before she's buried. not being able to get the image of the child she left c.osette with all those years ago.

[mischievous-thunder]

They say what you do to someone is what happens to you in another reality~

What remains the same is the undeniable tension of different sorts between the two

[glitter-stained]

Prompt:

After Red Hood stopped killing and someone leaked footage hinting that he's the second Robin, he expected to fight for every morsel of territory, for everybody to desert him and the murder attempts to triple.

And, well. It's not like he doesn't find himself in a rigged warehouse on Monday, walking off that one explosion with singes on his back. It's not like on Wednesday, a bullet pierces through a hole in his armour and he's losing half his blood in an alley. And sure, someone takes advantage of him throwing his helmet away on Friday (he was out of grenades and needed a bigger bomb) to fear gass him, but it's fine, he can function normally under fear gass nowadays.

Except. Except nobody deserts him. By Monday, the attempts have completely stopped. He walks into a meeting with his men and sees his goons' hands won't stop shaking, and even his lieutenant won't look him in the eyes.

Jason is confused, and so are the other bats, but soon the rumours reach their ears: you can't go after the Red Hood, because no matter what you do, once you've targeted him it's over, like a dog with a bone, he'll get you eventually- no matter how you shoot or how many explosives you use. It doesn't matter that the Red Hood doesn't kill, because the Red Hood doesn't die.

[mwagneto]

FUNNIEST WAY TO DESCRIBE THIS SHOW

[sporadictimetravelgarden]

an incomplete list of death note things i thought were just jokes until i found out they were canon:

the potato chip scene. how is that real.

apples

the whole “this is something only kira would do, on the other hand, if i don’t do it, he’ll definitely think i’m kira, but . . .” and “kira would never do that, unless he is kira, in which case he would do the opposite of what i know he would do, so that actually increases his likelihood . . .” dynamic that light and L have is not an exaggeration. they really do overthink everything to that degree

the thing that looks like a monster is more mentally stable than the normal human boy

light isn’t attracted to misa

[theribbajack]

"Now, the vow will be honoured, and my Lord brother's soul will return."

Radahn stans keep winning, but I personally am in Miyazaki's walls rn

[obese-belly-adventure]

I know it might not be the healthiest choice for my body, but I try to push those thoughts aside. I also try not to dwell on the fact that one day my size might become a bigger issue for me than it is now. But honestly, I can’t help it—I just love the feeling of my big, heavy belly.

[zanephillips]

NOAH SAAVEDRA Egon Schiele: Death and the Maiden (2016)

[wastheheart]

Horizon: Zero Dawn

@silcntsinners asked: “I’m sorry for your… loss.” (hello & thank you!)

It always startles her whenever she meets someone else at the small, quaint church Carlisle had chosen for her son's resting place. She sees people, of course, but her child's grave is apart from the others, tucked away in a quiet place beneath a tree that blooms with cherry blossoms in the spring.

She's not sure how long she's been standing here. Long since dead flowers are clasped against her chest, a new amalgamation of flowers freshly trimmed, placed and watered adorning the otherwise grey headstone.

The date will give it away— 1921. Has it really been that long?

And so, as she finally lifts her head to greet the face of the voice she heared, Esme lies. "Thank you, but he was my grandmother's son... I tend to his grave when I can, to keep both their memories alive." Her gaze can't help but journey back to the name, so recently refreshed to keep it from fading. Then, a grain of truth. "She never got over losing him."

[angry-kid-with-no-money]

"Nora doesn't know anything about the things she writes about" "aftg is terrible queer rep" "the queer characters in aftg are so problematic"

Idk guys maybe the book series abt problematic ppl set in 2006 and written in the mid 2010s shouldn't be expected to hold up against scrutiny of what we consider to be moral and correct now, in 2024

Idk tho, idk

[songandflame-archived]

*taps microphone* f.antine cradling g.avroche's body, stroking his hair and singing the same lullaby she used to sing to c.osette. trying to give him the motherly love he so very much deserved and should have had while alive 😭

[soularluni-2]

he’s just a kitty

[robotpussy]

apparently riots are have been planned to take place in London this Wednesday. I needed people to stop saying "they can't try that in London 🙄" like 3 years ago. they ALWAYS do shit like this in London. why do people think because a area is diverse, bigots won't attempt their shit in those places? I hate it when people are shocked there bigoted hate crimes can happen in London that doesn't mean shit!!

[thecursedprince]

Omega Level Mother Energy ⚡️

#XMen97 #Storm

[wastheheart]

Through her tears, Esme smiled. Unlike the saltiness of human tears, the venom was bitter against her tongue. It was made sweet only by the closure and reassurance Sydney provided.

"I am— I am happy," she stuttered, nodding her head as if to convince Sydney of her words. And Esme truly was happy. It was a lot to hear and absorb. Esme had wanted his happiness and healthiness prolonged this side of life, but she was at least glad he got that now. She had never wanted him to suffer.

"Can, uh..." Her voice broke, the comment resting at the tip of her tongue. She desired so much to ask what he looked like, but part of her worried he'd be the spitting image of Charles. "His father cannot hurt him?" she opted to ask instead, wet eyes meeting Sydney's with trepidation "Everything I did was to keep him safe from him."

ㅤㅤ❝𝓗e does know. He knows a great deal how much you loved him. And There wasn't anything you could have done. His fate had been set. And in that time, you were the best mother.❞ Sydney continued softly. She could see how much it made Esme emotional to talk about the son that she lost. And it wasn't an easy thing to talk about, but it was something that Sydney had to find ways to bring it up. The spirits on the other side asking and pushing her to speak for them until she finally did give the message that was needed to be shared. ❝Look... He's happy, healthy. He's fully grown. He's finding ways to enjoy the afterlife. And he's protecting you and your family. Watching over them.❞ She spoke further. ❝It's... a tough thing to talk about. I know. I do it every day. But... you should be happy that he's thriving in the afterlife. And you'll be reunited someday.❞

|| @wastheheart