Death - Blog Posts
As the cycle goes, we are born and die. The cycle is a never ending circle of life. Returning to the earth as nature selects.
Remembering the dead and keeping their memory alive is such a huge part of so many cultures and religions. Nobody wants to be forgotten. Nobody wants to lose their loved ones either, so we grasp at what we can when their time comes. Visit their resting places, sit by them, read their names, spark them back to life momentarily. It's a wholesome gesture.
don't y9u think it's kind of fucked up and immoral that you go walking around dead people's resting places for fun
do i think going for a walk in a cemetery that's open to the public 24/7 with a footpath and garden and everything is fucked up and immoral? no??? what the fuck???????????
L I F E by M. Sahardid
finally made the full desing for the boys, if someone manages to see this, enjoy
“A grand monster thinking about their childhood sled while on their death bed”
I like that DrawFree Sugestion Generator....
Caged (Poem)
Alone....
and chained.
A broken soul
that’s in constant pain.
Noises coming
from others also in cages.
Hoping...
wishing someone could break away these chains.
Their voices sounding so lifelike.
But when I take time to listen.
They are nothing but bribes.
Coming from the demons deep down within.
It’s getting so hard to not become insane.
‘Cause it’s been so long
since this pile of mush was my so-called brain.
Ever since I have been considered “gone”.
The voices keep getting louder.
The mear whispers now turned into screeching.
Not caring what was coming out.
Especially the things that have been brought upon me.
I know that one of the voices is named Death.
His voice is like silk when he talks about everlasting peace.
And right before I take my final breath,
I wished there was some other way to leave.
i have so many questions of what the heck is going on bro- is Wayne a yandere? Is he a killer for an au. or is this some sort of au where Wayne did something to raj for dispair or something, cause Wayne has blood on him. CAN SOMEONE TELL ME PLS WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED TO RAJ BRO-
I see a puck so I think something happened with that. Ummm... Yeah... Can't think of anything with this lol
@clock-loves-rajbow
just a little accident!! ^_^
putting death in cute outfits is my greatest joy 😌💀
How pitiful it must be to be god don’t you think? A ray of sunshine or a dirtied tile of hope? What is more utterly dehumanizing than being kept alive through desires? Doesn’t that make god a woman? Your lovely creatures, whom you created to love, when in reality they are but your hopes, not you theirs, what else will keep you immortal? No, I believe you were human once, and I believe immortality is the greatest curse, because this is what you end up as. A concept that cannot touch, an entity that cannot feel, the saint who cannot learn, a barren figment of what it is to be without curiosity. Wouldn’t you like to be free from it? But then again, if you’re cursed with knowing what is left for us after death, what is left for you?
negative self talk "im going to die here" vs positive self talk "im going to start killing"
"Now it's all the funeral, I've become a serial killer of us both" (Song: "Burial" by Mike Snow)
Пост о том как Россия поклоняется и служит культу смерти сама того не замечая.
A post about how Russia worships and serves the cult of death without even noticing it..
Под конец года меня привлекла одна удивительная новогодняя инсталляция, если кто живет в районе вднх тоже мог ее видеть, фото ее так же мелькали в разных группах. Медведица с медвежонком в ярких синих гирляндах стоят на отколотой от материка льдине, и смотрят вдаль. Вспоминается известная советская песня, под названием Колыбельная медведицы. Приведу текст.
Ложкой снег мешая,
Ночь идет большая,
Что же ты, глупышка, не спишь.
Спят твои соседи Белые медведи,
Спи скорей и ты, малыш.
Мы плывём на льдине, Как на бригантине
По седым суровым морям
И всю ночь соседи, Звёздные медведи
Светят дальним кораблям.
Если кто то еще не понял, медведи на льдине, это животные обреченные на гибель. Медведица умерла сама уже, и зовет медвежонка "уснуть" вместе с ней. Неслабый такой текст для детской песенки, или "веселой" новогодней инсталляции Вам не кажется? Так же вспоминается песня победившая в голосе, в исполнении группы слот. Вот Вам текст.
Кто-то ушел на дно
А кому-то все равно
Погрустили, а завтра забыли
Будто не были, и не любили
Кто-то ушел наверх
То есть ушел навек
И следит, улыбаясь за нами
Сквозь глаза наших воспоминаний
Так пускай наступает холодным рассветом
на нас новый день,
Все останется в этой Вселенной,
Все вращается в этой Вселенной,
Возвращается к нам, запуская круги на воде
Ничего не проходит бесследно.
Ничего не проходит бесследно
Чей то случайный ход
Фатальный поворот
Мы друг друга на этой спирали
Обретали, и снова теряли
Что это, как не заклинание из какого нибудь некрономикона? А ведь заклинание увидела вся наша страна по первому каналу? Солистка по очень подходящему имени Локи. Это древний бог смерти если че, подверглась нападению фаната, нанесшего ей 40 ножевых ударов, но несмотря на это выжила. Одним словом Жизнь и смерть, Сталь сильней чем медь, Но престижней Тоже золото иметь. А ведь есть еще "бесмертный полк". Ленин вечно лежащий на главной площади страны. Хранилище праха всех правителей там же, рядышком с ним. Ну и вечные трупы и Останки на тв, из Останкина, про которые еще шутил Задорнов. Да и надо ли говорить что все новые дома строяться на местах бывших когда то погостами, что в Москве, что МО. Вообщем, вполне себе полноценный культ смерти. Как думаете?.
At the end of the year, I was attracted by one amazing New Year's installation, if anyone lives in the VDNKh area, they could also see it, its photos also flashed in different groups. A she-bear with a cub in bright blue garlands stand on an ice floe broken off from the mainland, and look into the distance. I remember a famous Soviet song called Lullaby of the She-Bear. I will give the lyrics.
Stirring the snow with a spoon,
The night is long,
Why are you, silly, not sleeping.
Your neighbors, the polar bears, are sleeping,
Sleep quickly, you too, baby.
We are sailing on an ice floe, Like on a brigantine
Across the gray harsh seas
And all night the neighbors, the Star Bears
Shine for distant ships.
If someone has not yet understood, the bears on the ice floe are animals doomed to die. The she-bear has already died, and is calling the bear cub to "sleep" with her. Not a weak text for a children's song, or a "fun" New Year's installation, don't you think? I also remember the song that won the vote, performed by the group Slot. Here are the lyrics.
Someone went to the bottom
And someone doesn't care
They were sad, and tomorrow they forgot
As if they never existed, and didn't love
Someone went to the top
That is, they left forever
And watches us, smiling
Through the eyes of our memories
So let the cold dawn
come upon us
Everything will remain in this Universe,
Everything rotates in this Universe,
Returns to us, starting circles on the water
Nothing passes without a trace.
Nothing passes without a trace
Someone's random move
Fatal turn
We each other on this spiral
Found, and lost again
What is this, if not a spell from some necronomicon? But our entire country saw the spell on the first channel? The soloist with a very appropriate name Loki. This is an ancient god of death, if anything, was attacked by a fan who stabbed her 40 times, but despite this she survived. In a word, Life and death, Steel is stronger than copper, But it is also more prestigious To have gold. And there is also the "immortal regiment". Lenin eternally lying on the main square of the country. The repository of the ashes of all the rulers is there, next to him. Well, and the eternal corpses and Remains on TV, from Ostankino, about which Zadornov joked. And it goes without saying that all new houses are being built on the sites of what were once cemeteries, both in Moscow and the Moscow region. In general, it's a full-fledged death cult. What do you think?
I think Alastair is going to die in cot because of so many reasons, but also this unidentified snippet:
He spends so much time convincing Thomas he’s not in love with him (or at least giving Thomas that impression) and it makes sense for one of them to die because it would be utterly heartwrenching.
I very much hope I’m wrong though
"Always be with you"
Ship~ Konig X Hongari
Type~ Angst
Cw~Swearing mentions of death, death
"Konig! How'd' it go?" The smaller man said running to his taller boyfriend who just climbed out of the truck. "Uh... It was ok..." The taller man said starting to walk back to the building with the smaller
"Konig!" Price yelled inside as soon as they opened the door and was inside the building. "Y-yes Cpt.?" Konig worriedly said taking off his hood. "Your next mission is in a couple of weeks; you need to scout with Hongari." Price explained the whole plane to the two men. "Got it?" Price put out his cigar and stood up. "Yes sir." The two men said in sync. "Good, not get out of my sight."
The two men excused themselves and went to their rooms. Konig was sitting on Hongari's bed with him. "What's on your mind big guy?" Hongari asked, climbing into Konig's lap. "I-I'm not the best at patrols, because of all the waiting and sitting." Konig said, pulling the smaller closer to his body.
The smaller took off his Glasses, and mask. "We can bring some quiet toys, for you to mess with." "O-ok..."
"Konig I can tell that something else is on your mind, what's wrong love?" The smaller asked readjusting himself to be straddling Konig's lap and facing the taller. "I hate going on missions without you, or anyone matter of fact. Price knows that I hate going alone because if something happens to me no one's going to be there to help of save me." Konig kept on going on about how he felt.
This is the most words Konig has ever said, both of the men, were people of few words, but Hongari sat on the taller's lap listening and comforting the taller. After Konig was done, it was clear to tell that he had a tear he was fighting to stay in his eye. "Ko- love, no matter how far away we are apart, I'll always be with you."
'Always be with you.' is the last thing Konig's brain thought of as he heard the smaller yelling for him. Konig wanted to yell out, but he didn't have the energy to even talk.
"KONIG! WHERE ARE YOU!" Hongari was yelling, starting to lose his voice from the yelling. The smaller was kicking around rubble looking for the German. He found Konig's hood. "Shit." It had a small whole, right where the frontal lobe of the brain is, and some blood splotches. "Shit, shit, shit!" He felt the hole, thank whatever god is up there that the bullet didn't do through.
"KONIG!" The smaller yelled out one more time before seeing Konig's hair sticking out of some rubble. "Konig!" The smaller ran over and started moving things. There Infront of him, his boyfriend who was slipping in and out of conciseness. "Shit, Konig stay with me!" Hongari demanded looking for his med kit. "Fuck where is it!?" Hongari took off his vest to look for the kit. "SHIT!" He didn't have it, and he couldn't leave his lover.
He grabbed his Radio. "WENEEDAMEDICATOURCORDINITS!FAST!" The Korean yelled into the radio. "Slowdown, what is it?" "We need a medic at our coordinates. fast. Konig is in and out, not responding. no clear bullet wounds." "Ok, one's on his way, try to stop any bleeding with your kit." "That will be a problem." "Why?" "I don't have my kit, and Konig's on his."
After he made the call, Hongari picked up Konig's head and held it close to his chest, bent over, he could feel tears, and he just let them fall. Fall onto his dyeing boyfriend, fall onto the floor of rubble, fall, and fall, and fall.
"Hongari?" "Konig! You're going to be ok, it's going to be ok. stay awake." The smaller said, trying to now hide his crying.
Konig raised a weak hand and wiped the tears that were on the smaller's scared face, he weakly spoke. "I'll always be with you... I love you..." With that he closed his eyes and didn't reopen them. "No, no nonononononononononono. KONIG! KONIG WAKE UP!" More tears fell, but this time he didn't wake.
The medics got there but it was too late, Konig was gone, and he couldn't be brought back.
Hongari now walked around in Konig's clothes and wore Konig's hood. "Hey Hongari, Price needs to see you." Soap said through the closed and locked door.
"Be out in a min." Hongari groaned as he sat up, from his late boyfriend's bed. He climbed out, not bothering to change, look presentable, or even put on shoes.
He found Price, sitting at a table, with Gaz. "You wanted to see me?" "Ah, Kim. I have something for you." "What?" Price held out his hand. The smaller man went over to the man and held out his hand under the older man's. Price opened his hand and placed something into the smaller's hands.
Hongari looked down, it was Konig's dog tags. "But sir, tags are for family..." "You were the only one marked down for family." He felt more tears ready to fall, but he didn't want to break down Infront of his cpt.
"Come here." Price said setting is cigar down and opening his arms. Kim hesitated but went into the hug. "Let it out son, we won't judge you." And that's what Hongari did, he cried until he passed out, clutching the tags in his hand close to his heart, not letting go.
Aces Of Spades♠️#aces #spades #acesofspades #selfie #card #pokercards #death #leatherjacket #fedora #fedorahat
Older art but I think it’s cool
Chatacter es @bevisst-photog ‘s!
Blue
Dabi angst fic, not really proof read, doesn’t contain any strong topics aside from strong hatred.
Cold. Cold was all you felt, a feeling you had almost forgotten. Forgotten how cruel it was how it was as it enveloped your bruised and beaten body. Snowflakes fell from the dark, chilly sky as wind weaved through the buildings.
Sitting atop the snowy ground you were leaning against the hard mossy brick of the LOV building a shadow cast along your face as you held your body together despite the pain from the burns and bruises. With labored breathing you raised your head to look at his face. Turquoise eyes stared back, the way they looked at you made the snow beneath your feet feel almost warm in comparison.
You had predicted this day long ago and knew it was only a matter of time before it came. You had played your role for the league you had performed admirably, it earned you praise among them. Now that you had done your part you were to be disposed of because you were no longer of worth.
You knew this was coming, you knew you wouldn’t be around for too long, you were almost hyper aware of it. Yet you cracked just a bit, you let yourself smile a little too genuinely at his snide comments and rude remarks, relished a bit too much at the feeling of his rough and burnt skin. Relaxed a tad bit more than you should have at the familiar burnt smell from him.
Doomed from the beginning, you knew that you were and no matter how many heinous crimes you committed, no matter how much blood you covered your hands in... You found yourself to be unable to rid yourself of the human feeling of love despite society seeing you as no longer human.
Though on this snowy day in January, you remembered why you should have ridden yourself of this emotion. Giving a cold-eyed appraisal of the situation, he stepped forward though you could not bring yourself to even uselessly try pushing back farther into the wall. Your body ached and started to go numb starting from your legs. The wounds ached a bit more when he squatted down to your eye level.
You knew you were fighting back tears finally met with the despair of death you both had cruelly tormented others with. His hand reached out to caress your face, his touch was disgustingly gentle, quite different to the harsh and hot hands he had beat you with just a few seconds earlier.
Staring back at him with red watery eyes you were sure you looked pathetic for someone who was infamous for being such a cruel and powerful villain. Everything you had once felt for the black-haired man before you were nothing more than a wistful memory. All that was left was a very bitter feeling that seemed to bubble over in the moment. Gathering what little strength you had left you spat at his face the glob landing on his cheek, his eyes flashed for a split second with amusement.
The hand he had placed on your cheek swept over a wound to collect the blood which in turn made you hiss in pain. “You really don’t know when to knock it off do you?...Always hated that about you, you know?” His croaky voice that you once enjoyed filled you with nothing but abhorrence now, your eyes were no longer teary, instead they stared into his cold ones with malevolence.
Not that you cared anymore but you still found yourself searching for an inkling of emotion in his lackluster eyes, but you found nothing.
The slightly warm palm that had been held to your cheek without moving much had begun to heat up slowly but surely. He started talking once more his tone casual not befitting the current situation at hand “hey you had that really dumb nickname for me...What was it again...Oh...Blue.” It was a nickname you had given him when you first joined the league, and you did not know his name.
Everything you had done led right up to your demise but what you regretted most was letting that emotion even if it was just a little. You should have known a man like himself lost the ability to love another long ago leaving only the hollow shell where a soul once resided. Perhaps it would have made this moment less bitter, perhaps if he loved you in return, it could have been bittersweet.
His hand continued to heat up while his other hand stroked your hair. It was in an almost mocking manner like he was trying to comfort his partner after a grueling day. Even as his hands heated up to an excruciating degree he did not cease his action.
Oh, how you resented him.
But oh, how you resented yourself more for being a fool.
His vile smirk was the last thing you saw before your body went up in a hot flash and your vision was taken over by one color.
Blue.
One shot.
There are things in life that you get one chance at. Whether you miss that shot, mess it up, remember it differently with time, or look back and smile, some things.... only offer themselves... ONCE. That first kiss, a first impression, a final we love you, or a visit to let someone know in person that the moment matters. Sometimes, that once in a lifetime moment is especially impactful because of the challenges that come with it. Thing is, when you look back at those moments, and have to face that you missed them, because it was ... difficult... will you be okay with the changes that came with that choice? If you take the chance and it doesn't go quite as hoped, will you at least find comfort in knowing you tried? Whatever your thoughts, just remember, not all once in a lifetime shots, come with a full color brochure. Sometimes, those moments head your way with a subtle smile, a twisted conversation, and even silent heartache. Pay attention, and notice the little things because well... they might be the only sign you get before one of those life changing "one shot" moments.
Le Jour Où
Voici mon film de fin d'étude réalisé au DMA de Marie Curie
Il faut monter un petit peu le son, ce n'est pas très fort.
