#what the hell are we dying for

[nialls-gorgeous-colors]

An analysis of “What The Hell Are We Dying For?” By Shawn Mendes

The following is an analysis from my good friend on twitter named Sam regarding this song.

I'd like to talk about this and I'm not sure how to without doing a whole existential rant (which i don't want directed at any individual and moot is on private so i covered out of respect) bc this is not the only post like this I've seen.

first, you're not exactly wrong but its more complicated than that. i do believe this song was written when he said it was, that actually makes it more impactful. Shawn is in New York recording his next album right now. his country, his home, is on fire and the evidence is billowing down in the form of an orange smoke that's polluting the air he's breathing. these fires are unusual, out of season and the majority are out of control, and this will have massive negative affects on the canadian climate for a long time even after the fires are gone. I don’t know if you've noticed, but the world is kinda dying. mega corporations have done a lot of irreparable damage to the environment and are refusing to take accountability for the damage that IS repairable. the likelihood of any government standing up to these corps and forcing climate reparation is increasingly low due to corruption and while there are some wonderful organizations doing incredible work there's no guarantee it will be enough to counteract the ongoing destruction. it all feels a bit… hopeless. so that's literally happening and it also feels very metaphorical for what's happening to the world, to society, right now especially for queer individuals. it's pride month. our rights are under attack which affects the community as a whole but also can feel like a direct personal crisis. it's got a lot of people scared and looking for their best option for surviving. we're kind of suffocating in hate right now. and that can have impact on our relationships. can make us doubt if its worth it worry that the love we have for each other won't be enough to stop the wave of hate we've been seeing build over the past couple of years. i believe the message in Shawn's song is a bit nihilistic in that he's almost accepting that we will probably lose but also willing to go out sticking to the moral and philosophy of love. choosing his person. choosing to be queer even in the face of potentially fatal hatred. he doesn't want to lose that before losing the bigger fight because that would feel worse than dying. he doesn't want to sink into the closet just to survive in a world where he can never be fully himself, fully happy. just to survive in a world that's slowly dying itself. bc what is the point of that? survival ≠ living. the fact that it was written this month and the feeling is so raw and fresh is something that makes this song hit as hard as it does, in my opinion. i think that 'hopeless but determined and proud' emotion is something a lot of people need help finding because as a community we've always kind of had to have that kind of philosophy of life to be openly queer in a hostile world. it's the bravest thing in the world to choose authenticity and love in the face of the kinds of hate and violence we've always been met with. its the most beautiful thing in the world to choose to make the most of the life we do have for as long as we have it.

(Credit: sam)

[sheeriosite]

‘what the hell are we dying for?’

hi! it’s me! today isn’t about ed sheeran, but it’s about my second favorite artist, shawn mendes. i find the hate on his song, ‘what the hell are we dying for’, incredibly stupid. yes, he uses the new york incident as his cover art, even though it wasn’t completely related to the song. but isn’t that basically like most album covers? 

his song is super pretty, and he’s very talented to finish it in one day. he uses the tragedy as a metaphor, and i feel like that’s essential to know before hating on him. if the haters are reading this, please stop hating on him. yes, he used an unrelated album cover, but don’t go hating on him for it. and in a way, it is related to the song! shawn uses a echo and filter to represent the smoke and ash that was going on during that time. his lyrics might not have been completely related to climate change, but he does have a hint of it. please stop hating on shawn. he did nothing wrong. :(

[allqueers]

🌈🌈 you can live forever.

[reversemusic]

Discover the secret of [WHAT THE HELL ARE WE DYING FOR - Shawn Mendes] ...

Shawn Mendes - WHAT THE HELL ARE WE DYING FOR?

[lotus-pear]

he's so crazy we can't take him anywhere 😭🤣

[matryoshkalex]

(click for better quality!)

inspired off of a conversation i had with a friend, heres a piece ive been (very slowly) working on.

i had a lot of fun with the shadowy figures, if you cant tell, and i FINALLY drew a maria im happy with so. overall really like how this one turned out. still need to practice drawing all the sth characters but i think im getting there!!

[that-fish-who-writes]

hello.

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*deep inhale*

KEEFITZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

...uhhhmm.

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what's a keefitz...?

I don't think I've ever heard of such a thing :( sorrryyyy /j

anyways wanna see this cool drawing I made of a certain two characters? :3 !!

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

Two very important facts have just hit me like a sack of bricks dropped on my head:

Jones can land any date he wants. That's not his problem. His problem is he keeps standing them up for work.

Winter manages to somehow go on several dates with a gorgeous woman without realizing, at any point, that they are dates.

You see the vision.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Who tf said in my class if you interact with a telepath you cant get into heaven is that why charles’ halloween costume was the devil 😭😭😭

[waltzing-rats]

Finally got to get some ideas down on a page !!! The almighty hockey au in full force

[kaisollisto]

last thing u wrote:

((based on this))

(there are no rules :3ccc)

tagged by: @daisychainsandbowties

Ava glares at the juts of Lilith’s cheekbones. She can tell from the sharp stoniness of them Lilith’s not listening to a word she’s saying. It’s this back and forth that usually ends in hours of petty silence away from each other. Ava will say no, Lilith will tower over her and insist. Lilith will grit her jaw and rip her argument to shreds and Ava will find it begrudgingly hot. 

It’s the only thing they talk about between keeping the space station afloat with life. It’s easy to get lost in the labor of doing the work of what would be fit for a team of 5 but Ava knows they cannot shake the hole that stares back. 

It’s the strange case that drew them here first, a distress signal pinging repeatedly from the bottomless pit and an old recording of 2 fuzzy figures lurking on the other end. There are records of people before them in the current station just adjacent to the pit but never any more evidence of what lies below. There is an elevator that connects to what Ava hopes is the other station but can only be accessed from inside the station they’re in. It looks well used enough to convince her it’s sturdy enough to survive at least two trips. 

Lilith steps closer, close enough to touch her and Ava isn’t ready for that. “I’m not going down there Lil, you’ve seen the reports, people who come here don’t come back and I’m starting to get why.” 

Lilith’s eyes flash with a sliver of something volatile before Ava can take it back, the mistake digs in her throat but she stands up, turning around to look at the old recording once again. The screen has a crack in it that distorts part of the footage but it's clear that there's proof that life has made it down there. It's a jumbled 6 second clip that jumps around, almost unreadable but Ava has a feeling she cannot keep running away. 

Ava can't take her eyes off the clip, replaying it frantically over and over in her mind as a feeling she doesn't want to name wells up inside her. Even if they did go down, Ava would have to go alone because of the Halo. Its faint glow would be more beneficial than risking any energy input for light. 

Lilith is burning behind her no doubt a couple sentences away from strangling her. Ava knows her fingers are twitching. That’s just who Lilith is, she looks out for Ava in an angry way. 

“Ava,” She puffs, Ava can see it in her head, Lilith loosening the lock in her jaw with a wisp of breath snaking between her teeth. She thinks if Lilith wasn’t always knocking her around she’d pick up smoking. But she supposes smoking would detract from the heated sex they always find themselves in. 

There’s a shuffle behind her but Ava is too cowardly to turn around, not quite ready for another argument or maybe something worse. Ava wonders if today’s the day where one of them crosses the line. 

“We don’t know anything, people have accidents or get lost. There's nothing more to it.” Lilith slows down her syllables sounding like a stranger, “We have an ancient artifact that enhances your physicality, there's nothing to be afraid of.” 

Ava doesn’t like it, how dejected Lilith sounds, it’s wrong. It makes her feel wild, she pushes, falling into what they know best, “Maybe for your physique,” Ava swallows heavily the words tumbling out of her mouth searing, “but I'm the crippled one here remember? The Halo gets me to what you would consider your peak physique." She can feel tears of frustrations lining her eyes and she squints angrily at the footage. She brings her knees up to her chest hoping she hadn’t bled too raw for Lilith to notice. 

She knows she hasn’t succeeded, the Halo’s always been a sore spot for both of them. It’s a coin toss, the Halo which gives her strength but is ultimately unstable. The power output is too random and unreliable. It's not sustainable for her in the long run. She is nothing if not at the mercy of a crusty old metal that decides if she can move her fingers or bench five times Lilith’s weight. 

She sulks hoping Lilith will do what they do best. It’s quiet behind her and in her embarrassed tear stricken haze she’s sure that Lilith has fled, parallel to the line that they both don’t dare to cross. 

Ava tucks her head into her arms, her shoulders peeking over her ears and she’s resigned to accepting this endless back and forth for forever. 

She’s musing the list of chores she can do to avoid Lilith when her chair is swiveled backwards to face her. Lilith’s fingers stray far from any part of Ava but she bends to her height kneeling against the cold tiled floor. From this angle her cheekbones are soft, a tangible thing that Ava can’t look at. There’s a vulnerability that clings to Lilith; it feels wrong to look at her so bare that Ava swallows. But no matter how far she’s strayed from her she always ends up at the beginning. 

Lilith watches her, before grabbing the arm of the chair stilling Ava’s squirming. Even in the hard lines of her eyebrows, (the ones that knit together at Ava’s insistence to look anywhere but her,) there’s a softness in her pupils, the deepest part of her eyes that Ava has to really look to find. 

Lilith doesn’t grab any part of her and Ava thinks her body would be less aware of it if Lilith just fucking touched her like a normal fucking person. 

“Ava,” Lilith swallows, she looks crumpled, “We cannot keep running. Eventually there will be nowhere else to go, and then what? I just watch you wither away for the rest of my life? Watch you waste away and think 'well we did the best we could'?” It squeezes out of Lilith like a dirty secret, a shame that has festered inside of her. 

It almost makes her feel wrong but Ava can feel the chair shaking, Ava can feel Lilith is shaking. Somewhere along the way Lilith has grazed her knee but Ava doesn’t register it the way it kills Lilith to confess. 

 “I need you.” 

tagging @aromarianne @tragedylure @desognthinking

[best-enemies]

remember when the doctor and missy literally had this exchange?

doctor: two hearts.

missy: and both of them yours.

like... it really happened. i keep re-reading it. i made it my blog name. i think about it all the time. and i still can't believe it happened. we really got this. this is insane

[hood-ex]

I once read a book where a character who had just one of everything - one fork, one plate, etc. - because he considered more than that just pointless stuff he'd eventually have to move told another that she made him want to have two plates, and that might be the most Dick and Donna vibes I've ever gotten out of anything not actually about Dick and Donna.

Well now I'm thinking about Dick buying two mugs and keeping one for himself and giving the other to Donna as a gift, but Dick's mug eventually burns along with the rest of Dick's apartment during the Blockbuster fiasco, so then after Donna dies and there's a funeral reception at her apartment, Dick finds the twin mug in Donna's kitchen, and he takes it up to the roof with him and cries.

Teen Titans/Outsiders Secret Files

[moonchildsthoughts]

If we don't love like we used to

If we don't care like we used to

What the hell are we dying for?

Shawn Mendes, What The Hell Are We Dying For? (2023)

[tchaikovskym]

"Let's just kill all the entities; they're just evil, so it's ok." Martin. Martin! Listen. Look at your boyfriend. Who is he?