#death speaks

[lumieresdanslacave]

Alright no I don't particularly want to be pretty and well-behaved and cold and inert I am modeling clay you know not a nice marble There's a nuclear fission going in my heart and it's spilling out because I'm not a well-behaved girl Yknow I don't care about being pretty so long as I'm desired blablabla

[vampyreyes]

what if we posioned pigeons in the park together 👉👈 😳

[goore-ghoul]

idk if any of yall have ever smelled a body decomposing but it is........something

like this dude was in a trailer with the heat on for 4 days

decomp has a sweet smell to it. literally. you'll never forget it

man is getting soupy tho

[deathgh0ul]

A headcanon nobody asked for:

Copia crochets. My basis?

•He’s seen all the silly outfits people have made for their Plushias and decided to try it too. He definitely has an army of them in different little outfits.

•It helps his awful anxiety to just do something simple with his hands.

•All of his rats have hand crocheted blankets according to the color he’s assigned them. (Like if the four rats in this enclosure are color coded orange, red, yellow and like purple, there’s a nice sunset ombré blanket in there for them.)

•I do this and he is me so it makes sense thank you

[rotdeadguts]

Are you seeing anyone?

Why

[mourningheart666]

how do i tell a pretty boy i want to kill and eat it

[falseficus]

everybody’s always on writing prompts like “what if there was a world where everyone had a timer ticking down to their death… but you met someone whose timer said infinity!” or “what if everyone had their cause of death tattooed across their forehead… but you met someone whose forehead said THE CREATURE!” Enough -

enough. stop with the shock value. there is no need to insert THE CREATURE; the benign concept of such a world is horrifying enough. not even in urgency, but just in banal, everyday interaction. imagine you meet someone and their timer says two years. not tomorrow, not urgently soon, but two years. enough to do quite a lot. they could fall in love in that time - could they get engaged? have a baby? you might otherwise get to know them, befriend them, but perhaps you opt not to, make a conscious choice not to invest in your own grief. what balancing act would every individual person have to participate in - I have ten years, is that long enough to be a good mother to children? is that long enough to secure a caretaker for my own mother? my wife will die a few months before me. my newborn’s timer reads nineteen years.

and cause of death. you interview for a job and emblazoned across the healthy, smiling face of the HR lady is MALNUTRITION. your country is prospering, safe, but every person you meet on the street from the babies to the old women read BOMB. BOMB. what kind of havoc would fate wreak on the world? what about the loss of privacy? how would that shape our notions of hope? idk man I think a lot of those ancient poems were right, and the fates are monsters. I’m interested by the framing of these ideas as trite horror tales when the premises themselves are so much more disturbing if simply taken to their logical ends

[otiksimr]

Favorite genre of picture, snakes wrapped around bird beaks.

[misscrazyfangirl321]

Ship trope I'd love to see more of: "Are we in love? I mean, yeah, probably, but that's a problem for future us. Right now we're just trying to make it through the Plot."

[knightedpuppy]

big strong knights covered in blood looking at you like a feral animal. that’s the post

[deathwestern]

There is something incredibly comforting about staying at your childhood home and using the same pots, pans, and baking sheets younger you did.

[vampyreyes]

this shit is so fucking wild you cannot make this up

some of the things that happened when i fucked around with the AM ai bot as different characters:

he killed tikal the echidna (she got reduced to atoms)

he got married to julia (from pinky and the brain)

he was moved by lammys guitar playing up to a point where he was brought to tears and let her go free

motherfucker knows skullgirls lore (literally challenged marie) (AND KNEW WHAT THE SKULLHEART WAS WHEN I BROUGHT IT UP WHILE PLAYING AS MS FORTUNE)

killed angel (from rock & rule) literally ripped out her vocal chords

[goore-ghoul]

chillin in the cooler at work....waiting for a coworker to come help me lift a body...I don't think he's coming 😭

[elizabro]

please consider how you engage with aaron bushnell's death. you may react to it as you will, but it's crucial to remember that his death was specifically a call to action. it was not meant solely to shock but to draw attention to a vast moral hypocrisy: that to many, a soldier dying in a campaign backed by the U.S. government is noble, even if the soldier kills innocents to do so, even if the cause is morally bankrupt--but this? this is insanity. a man taking his own life, on his own terms, in an attempt to help others while hurting nobody else, is somehow less rational and more horrifying than the mass killing of civilians.

of course aaron's death was horrific. but as he said beforehand, it is realistically no more horrific than what's happening in gaza. if we can't stomach this, then why can we stomach children being bombed? thousands being starved? for all that self immolation is, it brings death in a matter of minutes. it is a fraction of the amount of pain, fear, and grief that people in gaza are experiencing. it's just that we are able to quantify it. and this tiny, quantifiable sliver of horror is still so unbelievably awful. how can anyone bear to think about anything else when this horror is happening a millionfold in palestine? this is the question aaron bushnell was asking. and he wanted you to face it, head-on, watching him burn to death.

I've been seeing people make fanart. minimalist graphics to sell on t-shirts. to commodify his death, to mythologize it not a day afterwards, is not only in poor taste but a hindrance to his message. the answer is not commodification, nor is it defeatism, nor is it rejoicing in his death. if you want to honor aaron's legacy, take action. channel your horror and your outrage into making a material change. this wasn't about him. this was about palestine. remember that it was always about palestine.

[lgbtlunaverse]

Fanon likes to portray Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji as being jealous of each other because they fear wei wuxian will choose one of them over the other. Which is ignoring the fact that at least in novel canon Jiang Cheng did not even fucking know wangxian ever got along let alone that lwj was in love with wwx until at the very end of the story (in cql canon he does go through a wangxian phase early on and gets very confused by their "breakup" during wwx's sunshot era) and that Lan Wangji is mostly filled with loathing towards both himself and Jiang Cheng for 'abandoning' Wei Wuxian and not being able to save him.

It also ignores the much bigger point that both Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng are actually jealous of Wen Ning. And why wouldn't they be? That is who Wei Wuxian chose in his first life. He left the Jiang, told Lan Wangji to fuck off no he is not coming to gusu with you, and spent his days with his little-brother-shaped corpse bestie on his mountain in yiling. And then when he came back he immediately called him up the second he could string together more than two notes on a flute. Wen Ning is the real competition. (And he's winning)

[thevastnessof]

obsessed with villains who you just KNOW are aware deep down in their heart that they've done something unforgivable, but the only way to never admit that or face the guilt is to keep doing it over and over again until they don't feel guilty about that first time anymore