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What if: what if after white taking out Stevens gem, Rose really reformed?
Rose is really ready to shatter White and I can't blame her for it.
Like mother like son 🗣️🔥
(Dead) bullied skeleton brothers au (belongs to Punny girl on yt) haha. I couldn't hold back, I needed to draw how... This happened. Don't ask why they have hair, please.
Pious Ch.6 P.25
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death was the day the Sun stopped bleaching the color of your eyes
Ivan the Terrible and the Souls of His Victims, Mikhail Petrovich Klodt (1835-1914)
Oh Billy, you look so small right there…
Objectification
To be human is to live in all the things we keep around us
A nest full of shiny objects we’ve collected
That make us feel at one with the world
To live and die in these objects
A bit of soul left behind in every knickknack
A coffee mug that says Ethyl, which was painted in Alaska
You found it in a second hand store
And now when you drink coffee each morning you toast
To Ethyl, a stranger
When you die someone else will toast to you
With Ethyl’s mug
Generations of strangers live inside a coffee cup
“It reminds me of how she held on to someone she didn’t even know,
Didn’t want to forget or have her be forgotten”
My favorite mug will hold my soul when I die
And you can have it, toast to me every morning
Or with every evening tea
I want to live on in your coffee dregs
Long after I’ve passed
Maybe life really ends when the living forget us
And all these ceramic elephants, matryoshka dolls, carnival glassware
Will immortalize us as stories solidify
And simplify our existence
What will you live in when you die?
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2022 was an interesting year for the concept of mortality
Tarot cards were pulling me! I kinda hate how he came out.
I’ve been going back and forth on posting anything rebloggable about Eden Knight, because simply posting something feels like…such a non-action. But it’s worse to say nothing at all, and the people who loved her clearly want her story to be known. So I’ll try.
A Saudi trans woman named Eden Knight died by suicide after her parents hired two American “fixers” and a Saudi lawyer to traffic her back to Saudi Arabia and forcibly detransition her. Her loved ones have put together a document about this tragedy in hopes that something can be done:
I feel like the cultural piece of this hasn’t get discussed, and i understand why; I’ve seen plenty of utterly sickening commentary from people who can’t be normal about the idea of a trans Saudi, but I feel I’m in a position to break the silence around this, as being a queer Arab myself, the nuances aren’t lost on me. So I’ll try that too:
Arab culture is patriarchal (like most cultures are), communal, and honor-based, which contributes to many Arab parents wholeheartedly believing that they own their children and that they need to control them to prevent any “dishonorable” behavior, even at the cost of death. This is not unique to Arab culture, and I’m really simplifying here, but this is why honor killings happen, and I think it’s remiss to not name the honor-based violence at play in what happened to Eden. She threatened her family’s honor by not adhering to the gendered role coercively assigned to her, and so they inflicted the conditions that led to her death upon her. And I can guarantee that, had her parents not had the money to hire some of their fellow monsters to destroy their daughter, they’d have recruited extended family to stalk her or found another way instead. Honor culture is self-policing.
It’s also remiss to not name the other forces that killed Eden: transmisogyny in both the United States and Saudi Arabia—the latter obviously being worse than the former, but fleeing to the former DID NOT PROTECT HER, so USAmericans can hold off from being smug about her being Saudi, thanks—and her migrant status. The State, capital-S, and its borders assisted Eden’s parents in this.
We need support networks that can actually help trans people with complex cultural/legal situations like this. We need support networks to prevent honor-based violence, which primarily impacts women and LGBT people of any gender. “Just cut off your parents” isn’t helpful when you’ve been raised to internalize this level of guilt and shame, and it especially isn’t helpful when your parents are willing to find you and abduct you to protect their image. There needs to be SOMETHING to prevent tragedies as horrific as this. I can’t say I have the answers. But there needs to be some understanding of how far this honor shit can go, how it can cross borders, and how even people who have found community outside their abusive families can still be very vulnerable to it.
I’m so sorry, Eden. You deserved the world. Rest in peace.
my night manager (who is a gay man) and i sometimes sit down and exchange stories and tidbits about our sexuality and our experiences in the queer cultural enclave. and tonight he and i were talking about the AIDS epidemic. he’s about 50 years old. talking to him about it really hit me hard. like, at one point i commented, “yeah, i’ve heard that every gay person who lived through the epidemic knew at least 2 or 3 people who died,” and he was like “2 or 3? if you went to any bar in manhattan from 1980 to 1990, you knew at least two or three dozen. and if you worked at gay men’s health crisis, you knew hundreds.” and he just listed off so many of his friends who died from it, people who he knew personally and for years. and he even said he has no idea how he made it out alive.
it was really interesting because he said before the aids epidemic, being gay was almost cool. like, it was really becoming accepted. but aids forced everyone back in the closet. it destroyed friendships, relationships, so many cultural centers closed down over it. it basically obliterated all of the progress that queer people had made in the past 50 years.
and like, it’s weird to me, and what i brought to the conversation (i really couldn’t say much though, i was speechless mostly) was like, it’s so weird to me that there’s no continuity in our history? like, aids literally destroyed an entire generation of queer people and our culture. and when you think about it, we are really the first generation of queer people after the aids epidemic. but like, when does anyone our age (16-28 i guess?) ever really talk about aids in terms of the history of queer people? like it’s almost totally forgotten. but it was so huge. imagine that. like, dozens of your friends just dropping dead around you, and you had no idea why, no idea how, and no idea if you would be the next person to die. and it wasn’t a quick death. you would waste away for months and become emaciated and then, eventually, die. and i know it’s kinda sophomoric to suggest this, but like, imagine that happening today with blogs and the internet? like people would just disappear off your tumblr, facebook, instagram, etc. and eventually you’d find out from someone “oh yeah, they and four of their friends died from aids.”
so idk. it was really moving to hear it from someone who experienced it firsthand. and that’s the outrageous thing - every queer person you meet over the age of, what, 40? has a story to tell about aids. every time you see a queer person over the age of 40, you know they had friends who died of aids. so idk, i feel like we as the first generation of queer people coming out of the epidemic really have a responsibility to do justice to the history of aids, and we haven’t been doing a very good job of it.
now, i know i’m very obsessed with death and dying but my birthday is 5/5. 5+5+2019 is 2029, 2+0+2+9 is 13. My Tarot Card is Death and that’s pretty freaky. #death #coincidence #death 💀💀💀 https://www.instagram.com/p/Bqd-ny4lxvs/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=m8huucwb5q9a
When I think of death, I imagine a quiet darkness and the warmth and safety of a mother’s womb. I like to believe that when we die, we simply become glowing souls put in the sky as stars, left to rest until put back on Earth. When I think of death, I want to sleep forever and never wake up. #darkness #sleepingsouls #stars #death #peace #peaceful
death...
did half of this drawing on stream a few hours ago! huehue it was so much fun :,D!!
Today feels like Nov 5 2020 all over again...
If you ever wonder how much I love you, remember that I started to cry when we talked about what would happened if we lost each other to death or someone else. And you walked out to your car, you had to hug me close and wipe away my tears, because you brought up how you’d play our stuffed dog until it broke because it said ‘I love you’ in both of our voices.
That’s how much I love you
Death
After being in the Tartarus, Nico was really anxious, when he was alone he yearned for human connection.
In the day was easy, the Mediterranean sun heating his skin, the bright blue sky, holding Hazel's hand, in the night, it was hard, they weren't enough rooms, and he can't go to Percy nor Annabeth's, the little room they gave him was small, triggering the memories of the jar in Rome.
Because of that, he was, most of the nights, in the mast, the sea smell calming him, so different from the toxic Tartarus air.
In the nights, he and Leo started to converse, it was easy, and the boy's voice calmed him, he knew when Nico wants to listen and when to talk.
After Eros, Jason tag along too, and the three of them enjoyed the company of each other.
When Leo died, Jason and Nico became closer, sharing activities in Camp Half-Blood, talking about temples, gods, and aesthetics.
They searched together for Leo, and, when Jason took the decision to study in Pasadena, Nico almost enters the school too.
Later, when Leo, Calypso, and Apollo departed, a bad feeling burned in the chest of Nico, Will, worried, advise to follow his guts, but Nico can't, not knowing what was going to happen.
But he dreamed, the night Caligula killed Jason, he woke up, sweaty and teary, shocked.
He felt the death of Leo, but, thanks to the physician cure, he didn't see his soul been judged in the underworld, the absence of his life like a hole on his chest.
Maybe, he thought, when his father spoke about unavoidable deaths, he was talking about Octavian and Leo, but, perhaps the Fates decided someone of the seven had to die, the storm or the fire, and, by the trick of Leo, he had doomed Jason.
The son of Hephaestus went back to Camp Half-Blood, tired, his eyes gloomy, destroyed, as he had the same realization that Nico, he caused Jason's death.
Nico hugged him, whispering sweet words to the boy, talking about Elysium, and the promise to talk to Jason's ghost, at least to say goodbye.
dead but dreaming
A story of a Reluctant Hero.
“Y-you can’t go! What if I never see you again?”
“I’ll come back”
“No...I I can’t go I can’t leave him..”
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would you guys like more on these two gay bois?
and yes I gave the brown tabby dreadlocks....As why the frick not?
DID YOU KNOW THIS IN BRAZILIAN FOLKLORE?
There's a history in Brazilian Folklore called Zé Malandro, one of the histories compiled in the book "Contos de Enganar a Morte" (tales to deceive Death), a book that tells histories about People who tried to cheat on Death.
On the final of the book, there's the history of Zé Malandro, a man who is known of being a very smart and tricky bastard. In the history he is visited by Saint Peter, who wants to save his soul, so he gives to Zé 3 Wishes. Zé then spends the 3 Witches in 3 magical Itens:
1-A Mango Tree wich anyone who climb it will be stuck until he lets The person leaves;
2-A Bench wich anyone who Sit on it will be unable to get up until he lets The Person leaves;
3-A Bag big enough to trap 2 People inside of it, and anyone inside of it wont be able to get out until he lets The Person leaves.
So he lived his life normally, and Death arrived. So he asked for his last wish, wich was a mango from The tree in his Garden. When death climbed The Tree, she got stuck in there for days, until she promised to give to Zé Malandro more years of Life. And only then he let her go.
Years passed, Death decided not to come in fear of falling in another trick, so who she asked for help?
Exactly. The Devil. She asked The Devil to go talk to Zé Malandro and take him to Hell, but Zé Malandro asked for a last card game before going to hell. When The Devil sat on the bench to play The card game, he got stuck and stayed in there for months until he promised to let Zé Malandro Live for some more years. And only then Zé Malandro let him go. So when The Devil Went back to Hell, he met a very angry woman awaiting for him.
His WIFE.
She was angry not only that he left for months but also that he let a human get the best on him. So she said that now they both would get Zé Malandro and drag him to Hell.
However, Zé Malandro left a trap for them both: an open Window, where they Fell inside...
The BAG.
Both the Devil and his Wife got trapped inside The Bag and Zé Malandro beat them with a stick for days until they decided to leave him Alone. So when Zé Malandro opened The bag both The Devil and his wife fled to Hell running to Never came back.
One day then, Zé Malandro decided to die. But when he Went to heaven, Saint Peter kicked him out saying he rejected salvation and a place in heaven just for 3 magical itens. When he went to hell, The Devil closed The Door on his face and both him and his wife screamed:
FUCK OFF!
So with no place to go, Zé Malandro came back to Life and just spend his days with his 3 magical itens, playing cards, drinking booze and Making friends. Like an Immortal Grandpa.
I just love this history because its so fucking funny. An old dude beat both The devil family and death at the same time.
How would this go in Hazbin? I really wanna know.
Ok, little rant here, I feel like the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are so underrated! I need more content of the four. I CRAVE it. All of their designs are TOP NOTCH, and really demonstrate their corresponding sin. Like Pollution?? WAR?? Foaming at the mouth.
And, I have a question.
Did the four of them die get inconveniently discorporated during the finale of season 1? Where did they go? Knowing they’re 100% NOT going to Heaven, did they go back Hell or erased completely? I feel like they’re not dead, since Earth kinda needs them, but I just don’t know.
