#what happens to a body after death

[amfacts]

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Curious to know what happens after death? Join me in this thought-provoking video as we explore the mysteries surrounding the concept of death and the existence of the soul.

[sashthesloth]

I'm going to rotate them in my mind.. the angst potential for my poor poor Rook . .... .

[gd-dollopole]

But what makes Merlin the perfect tragedy it’s its end.

Yet, it is not that end, it is not Arthur’s end. It is not the death per se. It is the wait. The end hurts more to us viewers because we witness Merlin’s grief. They could have hinted about the fact that he is immortal, that he lived long after what everyone knew.

But they didn’t stop there. We know Merlin has been waiting.

What hurts more is the pain we see in Merlin’s eyes as he stops on the side of the lake, in a place where that lake is no more, where that life hasn’t existed for ages, now. We hurt as Merlin hurts, because he remembers as we remember, because we’re conscious that we don’t know what is worse:

to die, or to watch the person you had adored most, you had loved most, die by something you should have had under control, while you still live.

And Merlin wishes, but he can’t have.

That’s what’s always going to hurt us. The tragedy could have ended like any other:

with a death, whatever it is deserved or not.

But there is something else to be added, there is a, “what if”, there is, “and now what, will Merlin wait forevermore, will he wish to die too, did he suffer unimaginable pain than what we could possibly imagine, because he has lived so long, he has loved so long, perhaps he has killed and healed so long, and yet, after all these centuries,

and the only man Merlin still thinks about, is Arthur.

Arthur’s death hurts not because he dies.

Arthur’s death hurts more because we know Merlin has died that day too.

But he’s patient.

And the ending reminds us of that.

It reminds us that Merlin is still there, hoping.

But we have no idea for how much longer he’ll wait, and if the years that have passed in which Merlin has hoped, will be repaid with Arthur’s return.

And that’s why the ending hurts more than Arthur’s death.

[vamprlestat]

design for the track ‘fall for me’ by sleep token | whale fall | from here to eternity, caitlin doughty | midtnight mass, mike flanagan | the amber spyglass, philip pullman

[ilions-end]

if you ask me "what's the iliad really about" my first answer is "that's a reductive question, it contains multitudes" and if you ask me again my answer is "yeah it's about fathers and funeral rites"

[laniidae-passerine]

there is something so entirely fucked about Louis’ psyche… look at it all! the physical beatings to an obscene degree, the damaging affairs, the psychological warfare, the public humiliation, the participation in the murder of their only beloved daughter. Lestat does this all to him, or a significant amount even if memory is playing its wicked games. Lestat is a vicious horrible thing with his teeth marks on every part of Louis and yet even with decades of freedom, a new partner, the ability to recognise and condemn cruelty and abusive actions, Louis still wants him back. Knowing what he is, what he can do, Louis wants him back. It never mattered if vampires can dream, for Lestat haunts his waking days, a torturous vision of the only living one Louis really loves.

[creatively-cosmic]

Lost trainers.

The resident text over the doodles on the second page:

silvers only pkmn is a feraligator whose health is failing. he released and gave his others away in his grief and regret.

followed by (gold) unown

visible eyebags. struggles to sleep and cant rest well when he does because of nightmares (prophetic visions :x)

carries my (golds) backpack

generally a recluse. bro cannot make friends

[lvminisciel]

dance macabre

let us have this dance of macabre!

strums of lullaby accompany our steps

spectators of all kinds eagerly waiting in silence 

people of all race, of all ages

humans and fae alike, mingling into one

isn't this what you always long for, my dearest?

rub away your tears, if you would

look above, my dear!

look how the ceilings crumbled, 

forging a path upon the starry skies

under the sea of stars shall we waltz with grace

one step forward, two steps back

a tango everyone desires

now then, don your brightest smiles!

as we are the prima donna of this palace 

knightly boots replacing glass slippers

briars and thorns, prettier than roses

mere infatuations and lust desist,

only loyalty alone shall exist

hush now, dear

do not loathe me amidst parada

cease your sadness at once

bury your soul deep within one’s eyes

never let those speckles of aurora

be tarnished by the mere sight of carcass 

for I have bestowed you the honor

of taking my hand for this dance

moving in front ochos,

I whisper to you eternal happiness

a promise that’ll never go unkept

holier than the eternal slumber

oh, if only the crowd would cheer!

rather than rotting beneath our feet 

but fret not, my dear 

as we have a long night ahead of us!

[deadmcnwalks]

"The man is mentally ill." The voice from the doctor echoed in the corridor that was beyond his room, chattering in a whisper, even though it didn't stopped him from hearing them.

"Just yesterday he hugged himself against the wall, screaming and shouting. Something about the shadow coming." The voice of the doctor, rather than being concerned, was pretty much annoyed. "Gods, i wanted to strangle that bastard with my hands." A laugh roared, and the voice became a distant as they slowly moved away.

It has been months since he turned himself in the mental institution, the doctor found out he was not fit to live outside and must be at watch; erratic of his actions, they were afraid he might snap, not the mention the curse he had. The constant days he finds himself huddled into the corner and from the distant he could see that very figure whom he never wanted to see again. Those crimson eyes would stare, just gaze upon him, watching his every moment, even as a skeleton.

Blake, for his part, have yet to seen him, only the traumatized memory replaying, over and over again. Sometimes he would see what was not there, haunting his days and nights. The voice of that creature echoed, mostly laughing at his sorry state, and mocking his every move. He escaped their grasp, but never knew when they'll follow. The day was never the same again. He wakes up from a nightmare, so loud of his voice, the nurses had to be sent in and strap him onto his post. Thrashing and kicking, like a man possessed with a demon.

"Please!! He's here! He's here!!" And for the past month, he would only say those two very words, mostly quiet himself. The hospital itself were rough, they never treated him like a human and whenever he didn't ate, they'll force the food in. He'll beg for them to stop, but they do not comply. Rather, drags his beaten body into the showers and splash cold water upon his person. The cold itself had him shivering, caused him to grow painfully sick, if he was any normal human, he would have been dead. That was his first death, and many more to come. The beating never ended, it started with a newspaper, and ended with a stick, thick enough to be the length of his arms.

For he cannot regenerate, he'll endure the suffering of the pain, day after day.

For what it seemed almost an year as if he'll be normal as it came, but the peace only lasted briefly, cause that is when he came for him. That day, when the cloud descended upon the sky, everything became silence, and as if the world around him stopped. It was erupted with a loud noise. A distant scream could be near, one after another.

The pounding of footstep down the hall and a gun shot fired. It was an utterly chaos, as begging became its chant, and gargling noise of someone choking... The scream stops, and it was dead silent again... or so he thought. Cause What he saw after were blood, blood stain across the floor, slipping into his room.

He'll let out a gasp, hand covered his lips as he inched away from the bed, almost tripping on the chain that held him as the poor man scrambled to hide against the wall, as if it will devour him, and he wish to all gods it would.

The foot step approaches, only but one left as it creepy dragged across the floor and stops in front of his door. The room suddenly changed, he knew so well who it was when the walls begins to shift, eyes, eyes are staring back. He wanted to scream, wanted to run away, to escape this reality and before he knew it, the door itself breaks open and falls onto the concrete floor.

"Oh, blakey~" the cold sinister voice called upon him, almost too longingly, as if calling its pet. "You've been a naughty boy, runnin' away from me like that.~" Blake still in the corner of the bed tried to hide his figure, trembling in fright.

No. No. Please, please. Please someone save him.

The bed quickly lifts up and flips over, causing the chain to be dragged with as the man stumbled and fall into the ground, and a loud snap, it took off his feet clean, as blood oozed out of its freshly made open wound.He screamed. An Agonizing pain, he's writhing in so much pain he couldn't stop himself from sobbing.

The shadow itself laughed, finding itself slithering across the threshold and grabbed the man by the wounded leg and dragged him.

"Tha's wha' ya get! I told you to don't run away, didn't i??" He'd drag his wiggling body out of the room and into the hallways, but blake for his part was screaming out 'no!', planting his nail onto the dirt floor as it breaks off each skin and nails. Blood scratches, and the only thing left were his muscle, still trying his might to escape. Yet, once his gaze turns to his surroundings, he'd notice the carcass of dead bodies laying about, some dead, and some still moving, but soon to die. What little of the sun light shinned the blood lit walls.

"No! No! No!!! Let me go! Please, help me!!" Be bellowed, moving his arms, but in futile. "Stop please!! I beg y', please!!" A punch was served on the back of his head, and another, and another. His head was spinning, blood trace down his head and waters the ground.

"Shut up! Shut the fuck up!! You fuckin' worthless shit!" The shadow angrily announced, kicking the body to the stomach. That ended the man's scream which was great for the creature, cause he could finally finish what he needed to do.

The hospital had its morgue, but only from the deep bunker of the underbelly; But the more they traveled into the dungeon deep, the less the sunlight it shown. He was dragged onto that dark corridor, blood still stain the ground and once they arrived, he was halted by his hair and lift up to stare upon the creature.

"Look at you, all so scared. So tasty, i could smell it. Y'know wha' 'm gonna do to you right???" He whispered into their ears, licking the blood stain from his cheeks,

" im gonna torture ya, everyday. Watch as ya die, over and over again, maybe even burn you alive too, won't tha'be fun, my dearest?? Never leave my sight again, blake. And the next person would be killed in front of you." The monster hissed, throwing them upon the ground once more as he lifts up a discarded pipe just laying around inside the morgue. Blake couldn't move, he felt death his approaching, and he knew the other was going to kill him.

He'd pray upon god, but there is no one to be heard, he'll wish for his salvation, and none would come. Fresh made tears drops, as he bites down on his own tongue to stop himself from sobbing and when he felt that metal hit his legs, he'd yelp, and when they held him by the neck, holding him down. He'd choke.

The pipe aims for his stomach, until it plunged into his flesh, sinking into his body.

Slowly, painfully. Spitting out blood, as hand reached to stop it from going any further, but it was useless, cause he was weak. Weak to defend himself. Weak to save anyone. All his fault, everything was his fault. Pain, he felt pain.

"Tha's a good boy~ takin' all of it." They cooed, and that is when blake knew...

he was never going to be saved.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[yunmeng-jiang]

workin on my first scum villain fic!!

[theinfinitedivides]

'why do you want to go back?' 'so i can hug my mother one last time' the emotional destruction i experienced in this last episode istg when they showed that phone call coming in with the caller ID i lost it. broke down screamed into my hands i need to sleep but i'll probably cry my way into bed

[a-shadowedvales]

when jane's powers return in season four (and because they were regained by her confronting and accepting her past, rather than being retraumatised with it!) they're stronger than they ever were. when she starts getting a handle back on them, she very quickly comes to realise not only have they affected her, but her mother, too. one of the biggest losses that came about with her losing them was the fact that she could no longer visit terry in the void; while there was no real communication there, it did allow jane to sit with her, and gain a little more connection than she could in the real world. when she first visits the void after their return, it takes her three hours to find terry, something that is both unexpected and incredibly worrying. but when she does, it's something of a miracle. jane's increased strength and control over the void actually wakes terry up from her catatonic state, but only in the void. there's no way to help her mother physically, but she does do so (unbeknownst to her) mentally. terry is reborn in jane's newfound control over the vale of shadows; she becomes the woman she once was, and while her body remains frozen in a "good dream", her mind connected to jane's own allows her some freedom. jane is able to speak to her mother in the void, is able to be held by her, and while it's still unfair and jane cannot stay in there forever, it's something. this only lasts for about eight months, as each visit slowly begins deteriorating terry's physical and mental state, and jane's health begins declining after spending hours upon hours in the void each and every day.

when jane finds out these visits are actually killing her mother on the outside, she deems to stop, but terry expresses the importance of them being able to speak, that she'd prefer to die on the outside, if it meant she could have just a few months with her daughter like this. terry and jane's connection was always so strong, which ultimately led to terry "waking up" in the void, but even jane's newfound strength cannot save her from the harsh realities. each visit nearing the end of those eight months, terry fades more and more, becomes weaker in the void, and her real body eventually gives up. jane's in the void when her mother eventually passes on, and physically feels their connection weaken, like some part of her suddenly becomes lost in the shadows, a part she'll never find again. jane falls into a depressive state for weeks after her mother's death, given she's technically lost her a second time, but soon comes to realise she was lucky to have even shared those eight months together. it was better than nothing at all. there is a proper burial and funeral, (and when jane dies, she's buried next to her mother) which allows jane some sense of closure. she never fully recovers from losing terry, nor from the fact that she never had a proper relationship with her, but she does eventually find some peace with it all.

[thatgirlonstage]

Thinks about arms outstretched and has to lie facedown on the ground for nine hours again

[maironsmaid]

At the threshold of Doriath

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

WHY CANT MY BRAIN BE FUCKING NORMAL