#deathday

[nature-wants-you-dead]

I've said it before and I'll say it again, Boromir's (or rather Sean Bean's) reaction to getting hit with the first arrow is just SOOO good.

[farewellsickle]

ratsickle is a bit stronger than he looks - strong enough to carry robert. its all lean muscle. even despite his strength hes still malnourished and can only manage this for so long

[joemerl]

And Mordred and Lucan et al.

[lovingsylvia]

Today marks the 62nd anniversary of Sylvia Plath’s death! RIP!

27 October 1932 Jamaica Plain, Boston, Massachusetts, USA - 11 February 1963, Primrose Hill, London, England

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"Stars stuck all over, bright stupid confetti. Eternity bores me, I never wanted it."

--Sylvia Plath, from "Years", 16 November 1962

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Photo: Sylvia Plath (cropped from a photo with Ted Hughes), photographed by David Bailey, at 3 Chalcot Square, London, c. July 1961

[softkombuchaa]

[iosonoblu]

Album che a mio modesto parere è davvero una bomba. Da ascoltare a palla attaccati allo stereo.

[burrowkit]

Happy Birthday Jackal

Inspiration by @why-am-i-not-cat-blog

Allie: Happy Birthday! Jackal: What's this? Allie: It's... a pair of shoes? Jackal: Why did you bring me a pair of shoes? Allie: Cause it's your birthday? Jackal: My... birthday? Allie: You know, once a year, on the day you were born? Jackal: Yes, I'm familiar with the concept. Today's not my birthday. Allie: Okay, but like, you won't tell me when your birthday is so just... nevermind. Screw this. I tried Allie: You know what, screw you, Jackal. I tried to do something nice cause I thought you might enjoy these, but whatever. If you want to continue wearing shoes that are beyond repair, whatever. I'm done. Allie: And another thing, f you. Jackal: Are you done? Allie: ... Jackal: My birthday was in the fall. Allie: Really? Jackal: No idea. But I died in the summer, so if you really feel like celebrating, pick a day in the summer and call it my Deathday Allie: Oh. Okay, then I'll bring these back in few months. Jackal: Where's the puppy? Allie: Not in a giant cardboard cake? Jackal: A cardboard cake? Allie: I said he wasn't. Gosh, do you even listen to me? Jackal: Hard to say. You tend to go in circles, moaning and complaining about my treatment of your precious bloodbags. Allie: Whatever. Happy Deathday you bugger Silence Jackal: Sister, wait Jackal: I... when's your Deathday? Allie: I refuse to celebrate the day I die Jackal: Fine, then- Allie: Pick a day in the fall. Allie: Come on Zeke, let's go

[justinamaxina]

Today is my birthday.. the older I get, happy "deathday" seems to be the more appropriate response. Woohoo, I'm one year closer to dying. Isn't that just grand?

[autistic-sylvester]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Six - Marlow/Moss Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Catherine Parr & The Queens (Six - Marlow/Moss), Catalina de Aragón | Catherine of Aragon & María de Salinas, Catalina de Aragón | Catherine of Aragon & Catherine Parr Queen of England Characters: Catherine Parr Queen of England, Catalina de Aragón | Catherine of Aragon, María de Salinas, Anna von Kleve | Anne of Cleves Queen of England, Catherine Howard Queen of England, Katherine Howard, The Ladies in Waiting (Six - Marlow/Moss), The Queens (Six - Marlow/Moss) Additional Tags: the lady in waiting are here, Soft Catherine of Aragon, Death Day, cathy is sad, Hurt/Comfort, Pain, Catalina and maria are just surrogate mothers at this point, the other queens are only mentioned in the first chapter, more to come - Freeform, happy birthday mary parr, Autistic Catherine Parr Queen of England, Catherine Parr Queen of England is Called Cathy, Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Angst Summary:

Cathys death day is approching nothing good comes from a death day

cw - chapter 2 involves refrenced death in childbirth, sickness ,

[fence-macabre]

Deathday - April 14

As the frost melts away, and green sprigs of new life begin to break through the icy ground, we welcome in a time of renewal, hope, and change. There’s a bony rap of knuckles at your door, and an invitation written with care slid into the mailslot, as Fence Macabre invites all to celebrate their fourth Deathday anniversary.

Deathday is a storytelling night for new beginnings and change. Everyone's got a story. Share a life-changing experience. Tell a tale of a transformation which redefined who you were, perhaps even your very death. Reveal a revelation which altered your path in history forever. Or just have a seat and listen to the tales told.

Date: Friday, April 14th Location: Fence Macabre Phase - TBA same day; Gilneas Liberation Front Base Camp, Silverpine Forest

[nature-wants-you-dead]

There's just something about a major character death, dying in someone's arms type death scene that makes me want to pay attention to every detail from the acting to the cinematography down to the music in the background.

I've been doing this over twenty five years and I don't think I'll ever stop.

[farewellsickle]

wip couple of ratgots

[sylvermoths]

This is why it's moving around in there

[lovingsylvia]

Today marks the 61st anniversary of Sylvia Plath’s death! RIP!

Sylvia Plath 27 October 1932 Jamaica Plain, Boston, Massachusetts, USA - 11 February 1963, Primrose Hill, London, England, United Kingdom

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"I want to live each day for itself like a string of colored beads, and not kill the present by cutting it up in cruel little snippets to fit some desperate architectural draft for a taj mahal in the future."

–The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, Excerpt: December II for December 1955

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Photo: Sylvia Plath at Smith College Quadigras dance in May 1954

[adhd-merlin]

king arthur has been dead for 1481 slutty, slutty years

[darling-valentine]

man I'm so sad, haven't been sleeping at all lately, didn't write the usual text for my deathday this years (it was two weeks ago) so I'll guess I'll do it now

This year's deathday was weird, i spent it with my beloved n some friends instead of my crying n suffering alone like i usually do, it was a fun day but i couldn't grief properly

It also feels weird because of my brothers' passing, my deathday even seems silly now. I feel like i died again and again when then died, i don't know if i can handle all the pain of both my death and theirs, it's a little to much to bear, i can barely breathe anymore and i feel like my lungs are full of holes and my heart doesn't pump blood like it used to.

Of course i won't kill myself, i promised my brothers I'd be fine, i promised it to my mom n my cousin n my boyfriend too, so even if i really really wanna die i know i can't cause i hate breaking promises, still hurts to have to move my dead body around like some sort of meat puppet.

I miss my lil bros so much, i keep going back n seeing all ours pictures n videos together, i wish we could've spent more time with each other, it hurts knowing i can't feel their foreheads when i kiss them anymore.

We adopted Neru so he's my lil brother now too, he's the sweetest little puppy ever, but both Jacko's and Tello's death haunt me, they shouldn't have died, it wasn't their time, they were both healthy n happy n i felt i was finally getting better n staring to be happy and then they were gone, all cause my stepfather is an empty-headed irresponsible idiot, it's hard for me to not hit him with a bat whenever I see him sitting in the living room.

N i also feel guilty cause i feel they died cause they make me really happy n since god hates me he killed them, or that my bad luck killed them, or that I'm cursed and so is everything i love, and i am so so scared the people i love die all the time

In summary everything hurts too much n I'll keep on living because my lil bros r connected to me n killing this body would hurt them too n also I'm the only thing that keeps em connected to the living realm i think??? That's how it feels at least

My own death still hurts but everything hurts more now cause i miss my lil bros more than i miss myself

I'm scared of death but my god would it be great to finally rest

I love my beloved and my mom and my dad and my cousin and Neru n they keep me alive

I hate everyone else tho

I love how the clouds look and i guess i can't see them if I'm buried, i can still lay on the grass and pretend I'm dead

My head hurts

I hate sleeping alone