#my death was not in vain

[leiandroid]

"free palestine," he shouted until his last breath. aaron bushnell, we will never forget you.

as much as bushnell's actions has moved us all, please seek other ways to take actionable measures against the injustices we face in the world. none of us wanted him gone, and the least we can do is prevent another such tragedy by supporting each other in our efforts to enact lasting change.

#aaron bushnell #the boy with his heart on fire #this is in no way intended to glorify his actions #i do not condone self immolation as an act of protest but i cannot deny that it is something that causes an impact #and it has struck a chord within us all #we must not let his death be in vain #free palestine #my art #original

[rain-harmonia]

hi tumblr I am, as many people are, going fucking insane over the silly little vampire man. I was encouraged to post some thoughts I had about him so uh here you go!!

Pre-vampire Astarion had a different kind of style. Different color preferences, clothing, patterns, hair.

Game era Astarion got off the nautiloid like that - which means we can assume he got taken like that - which means we can assume that’s not a style he’s chosen himself but a visual identity he’s been forced into for 200 years that he hasn’t yet found the ability to change

Even when he kills Cazador. There’s not a Shadowheart-esque moment of changing his appearance to reflect his development even though his appearance can be tied even more to the trauma he’s trying to overcome than Shadowheart’s can

Because he’s spent so long not able to be his own person. Not allowed to find his own tastes. There isn’t some identity lurking beneath the facade, waiting to break forth. Cazador broke him down, hollowed him out, made sure there was nothing except what Cazador wanted him to be

So some time post-game.. it starts slowly. He changes his hairstyle first. His family (they are still alive, they’re elves, fight me about it) tries to lay out clothes for him that used to suit his tastes but he doesn’t feel right putting them on it. It’s not the same kind of performative that Cazador demanded from him, but it feels performative all the same. He goes shopping around, he strays from anything similar to what he would have worn during the Cazador era or during his lifetime. For a while it’s anything that catches his eye, trying out whatever he realizes he likes. Sometimes it ends up a little silly. But eventually he does settle into his preferences. Finally something uniquely him, who he’s become and what he’s decided to like.

The symbolic change of a character’s visual design, but it takes years, maybe even decades

#if there was a coherent point to this I lost it quickly but I hope you enjoyed the ramble anyway #I just. think about him so much. #and I’m a huge fan of when character designs evolve alongside character development #so when there was an absolute lack of change in Astarion’s design after Cazador’s death it got my wheels spinning #there’s also something about his vain fixation on his appearance not actually being born of proper vanity #but my thoughts are too scattered to elaborate on that one rn #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate astarion

[the-wayside]

Hey, remember when Babe had his accident and Charlie gave Babe kisses on his forehead when he sat in his lap because he was injured? Yeah. We should add that to the Babe gives Charlie forehead kisses discourse.

#pit babe the series #charlie showing babe how to love because neither of them know so they mimick each other #i hurt and charlie gave me kisses so now he's hurt so he needs kisses too #the fact that death doesnt stop that babe simply does what he feels is right #to give charlie tender love and care like he received in the vain effort he'll be okay #in this week of my birth (02/03) i need them to reunite

[melodious-tear]

a snake in the grass ...

#heroes #说英雄谁是英雄 #shuo ying xiong shei shi ying xiong #bai choufei #liu yuning #guan qi #cdrama #ep 16 #blood tw #death tw #gore #knife tw #i know i used two for the other edit #but i don't want to have made these in vain ;D #my edit #long post

[boostrific]

#hes so cute 💔 #if i close my eyes and plug my ears i can stop being mad about how easily preventable and in vain teds death was

[justaz]

zombie apocalypse klance. keith fights with two swords michonne style and lance is the sniper. samurai and sharpshooter. maybe they knew each other before or maybe they met right when it started. doesn’t matter. they become their own little survivor group and have each other’s back. friends <3

their base is being overrun and keith goes to fight as many as he can to try and save their shelter. killing a lot of the undead but whoops there goes one of his swords and they’re closing in so he runs and is running thru their base and he keeps running into the dead but that’s not possible bc he thought it was secure that’s why he left lance here- where is lance? finding the room where lance was and finding three zombie with fresh blood dripping from their face but no there’s no way that’s lance no way not possible he refuses. keith frantically running around yelling for lance but there’s too many dead and they chase him out.

lance hearing the doors being broken down and knowing he’s gonna be overrun and also how stupid could keith get? just leaving him here like this? like he’s not gonna run out to help him? complete idiot. anyways he’s running and god there’s so many zombies and oh here’s where they’re coming in at- oh god keith’s sword. where’s keith? there’s a lot of dead zombies but no dead human (unless he’s already one of them- nope not following that train of thought). lance picking up keith’s sword and fighting a few back before booking it around outside looking for where keith could possibly be, yelling for him, receiving no answer, looking back at where he found keith’s sword and seeing so much blood but there’s no way to tell if it’s his or the dead but he’s not here- shit, they’re closing in and lance runs.

spending years separated thinking that the other is dead. lance stops using guns almost completely and fights with keith’s sword. almost everyone he runs into makes some samurai joke and he wants to gut them but also he was to break down and cry. keith starts using guns more and is split almost 50-50 between using his sword and using a gun. years later meeting again with their new groups (pidge, hunk, allura, shiro, coran, etc., etc.). lance trying to give keith his sword back but keith insisting he keep it bc he’s glad it protected lance when he couldn’t.

edit: it’s been a while since i’ve watched twd, i thought michonne had two swords,,, apparently i’m wrong 💀

#keith watching lance cut down hordes of the undead with heart eyes #lance watching keith snipe a zombie without hesitation and he thinks his heart is gonna beat out of his chest #ITS ABOUT THE YEARS OF MOURNING AND PAIN AND GUILT #THE TRYING TO MAKE IT ANOTHER DAY SO THEIR DEATH WASNT IN VAIN #BLAMING THEMSELVES BC WHY DID HE LEAVE HIM ALONE WITHOUT BACKUP #THE REUNION!!!!!!! SOBBING HUG AND EVENTUALLY FALLING TO YOUR KNEES BC ITS TOO MUCH #vld #voltron #lance mcclain #keith kogane #klance #all i can see is them running around their broken shelter screaming for each other until their voice is hoarse #never finding each other for years #GOD. #can y’all see my vision? #if u can’t then rip that’s not my problem #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #twd au #vld au #zombie apocolypse au #headcanon #head canon #hc #angst

[godforsakcn]

Things my muses do on Valentine's day ( or when in love )

Hayden

In a relationship: He makes a small charm or piece of jewelry out of one of his feathers for his beloved. He'll also arrange for them to have a little outdoor picnic right at sunset so they can watch the sun down.

When in love: I'm a sucker for the "walks somewhere/touches something and flowers bloom where they've stepped" aesthetic so that happens with Hayden. It's not a constant occurence (because Hayden is careful with his magic) but it does happen and if he's sitting somewhere outside, the radius of those pop-up flowers grows the longer he sits there. He'll probably give some of these flowers to his crush if he doesn't lose his nerve.

Kiara

In a relationship: There are several places in the Whitewood that are considerably safer that the rest of it. Ki knows these places and will bring her beloved there at night when the moon is highest in the sky so they can see how beautiful it is at that time.

When in love: She'll write them song after song after song after song. She will write and compose so many pieces for that one special person and she'll save them so she never runs out of songs for them.

Iokua

In a relationship: There are several beautiful waterfalls and beaches that dot Afirewyn... and Yoyo has a soft spot for waterfall and beach dates so he tries to squeeze in both--waterfall date in the morning/afternoon and beach date in the afternoon/evening.

When in love: He will have so many nicknames for his crush. He'll come up with a nickname in his language specific to them, too, so that they know that he is talking to them. He will never use that name for anyone else.

Beatrice

In a relationship: Her family is Disgustingly Rich so she will use that money to spoil the hell out of her partner. Of course, she's going to ask what they want and only get them things they've actually mentioned wanting but could not have for one reason or anything. However, if that so happens to include an extravagant and costly trip, far be it from her to say no.

When in love: Oh--the amount of time and effort Bea will pour into making a weapon or armor for this special someone is something to be admired. She will spend months on it and will constantly make newer versions of it until it's perfect and nothing needs to be changed. It's a labor of love and she wants them to actually use it.

Nathaniel

In a relationship: He is a big proponent of "Stay-in" dates that are just... very relaxed and lowkey and the main goal is to simply enjoy the other's company. wake up, make breakfast together, maybe take a a scenic little walk, get lunch from a cute lil place, and so on and so forth. he cares less about the display of it all and more about... just spending time with a loved one.

When in love: He talks a whole lot more and is generally a lot more expressive and honest with the object of his affections. He also is less worried about Cindrel--his kyrkeidis (bird-cat creature native to Sirecia)--biting or scratching you because Cindrel will probably like you... somewhat.

Jaime

In a relationship: She'll try to take her s/o ice-skating. it's okay if they don't know because she'll walk them through it and will spend the entire date teaching them if she has to. if it doesn't work out, that's fine--so long as they spent time together, she's happy.

When in love: Is a "Hey you want to come with me to this?" girlie. And a "I saw this while I was out shopping the other day and it reminded me of you" girlie. And also a "I know you like this treat so I got it for you" girlie. Jaime is very attentive and will keep track of the things her crush likes so she can surprise with it.

#♖ ┊ ⌜ thy judgement is infallible ⌟ ⇹ ( k. hc ) #♖ ┊ ⌜ thy death is not in vain ⌟ ⇹ ( i. hc ) #♖ ┊ ⌜ fate is placed in thine own hands ⌟ ⇹ ( b. hc ) #♖ ┊ ⌜ a masterpiece of life ⌟ ⇹ ( h. hc ) #♖ ┊ ⌜ there is order in our steps ⌟ ⇹ ( j. hc ) #♖ ┊ ⌜ but chaos clouds our minds ⌟ ⇹ ( n. hc ) #.my contribution to valentine's day

[vio1315]

It is not in vain x50

#Vio's Personal #Having it repeat would have communicated my feeling better but I will spare you #My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness -pensive- #Everything seems to be in vain. I don't trust anyone you see. And I don't trust thusly that anything will get better #You see. There is nothing that makes things getting better necessary (in this life) #Expecting that to me feels dangerous. If I required it then it isn't love #There is thus a degree of expendability I consider myself and everything with #I don't remotely mind considering myself expendable #But I'm losing the thread when it comes to others #If my life is only for failure and being forgotten then whatever #But everyone in my life is dying #so to speak. But that's kind of what it is #Everyone is gone and everyone is dying y'know? #Naturally I am too lawful to question it #Not in terms of fairness etc #But the thread in my mind unravels #It is the product of a sin cursed Earth and so I am witnessing what death is #Of course #I understand #But idk. When I asked about it in prayer #'why is nobody freed' I could had been lead to Job or anything like that #To my memory that answer started with like 'who are you oh man to question God' or something #Which is generally how I live #But kind of what I was lead to for this was like #that song... which bit was it #a part of it mentions 'You heal and I've witnessed it' #And I recalled very well that God did heal me (again and again) #And it's kind of.... #I don't think that I'm wrong in how a lot of my thinking is geared per se #There's really hard realities in life and you have to be able to accept them

[triflesandparsnips]

So, like, if we're really going to go Full On Xena here and decide that historical accuracy is for squares--

About like a hundred years after OFMD is set there's this whole... thing. With men and their stockings. Which, as we know, are form fitting, and can therefore show off calves to their utmost advantage-- or lack thereof.

So some dudes at the time apparently felt the need to... supplement their calves. With falsies.

Calf falsies.

So it would, to me, be very funny if Ed sort of, like, notes early on that Stede has surprisingly defined calves for somebody who's swanning around dressed (and presumably as well-exercised) as the most uppercrust of indolent dandies.

And he doesn't say anything to Stede because, well-- listen, he's ransacked enough rich men's underwear drawers to know that falsies exist, and if Stede feels the need for enhancements then it's no skin off Ed's nose one way or the other. And anyway, they're spending most of their days in one another's company, so it'll become obvious sooner or later, right?

Right.

So no need to ask Stede about it. No need to, say, seat himself just below Stede during the evening storytelling at an angle that might let him check for the telltale bump of knotted ties beneath his stockings. No need to wonder at all, really, at any time, about Stede's calves, and knees, and the expensive knitted silk rolled up and over them, tucked every single day just as tight as you please under the band of his damn-near painted-on satin breeches.

There's absolutely no call for it because, eventually, Stede will slip. He'll forget himself, just for a moment, and then Ed will know and that'll be that. Accidents happen all the time on shipboard, that's just the way of it. No need to rush things along at all.

For instance, maybe one day Stede'll step into something foul and feel the need to strip off his stocking. Could happen to anybody. Practically a daily occurrence. But Stede, he probably wouldn't want to wait around in the muck, he'd probably have to take it off immediately, right where he's standing, just unbutton the band at his knee and get his fingers under it so he can find the stocking's welt, feel it out all careful as can be so he doesn't catch against the delicate silk and snag it beyond repair-- but it'd be easy enough for Stede, what with all the practice he's had dressing and undressing on his own now, easy for him to hook his fingers into the stocking and ease it out, roll it down, finally flash his plumpers and show where they ended and he began and--

Or maybe, Ed thinks with some feverishness, maybe like, maybe he'll ask Ed to stay after breakfast, to keep talking while Stede just changes for the day, and he'll keep the door to the closet open, not to tease but just to let their voices through, all normal, all fine, but god knows Stede loves his mirrors, and there's one that Ed is absolutely positive would-- if only Stede would stand just so and leave the door open just enough-- would in fact yield the reflection of Stede setting his clean, bare heel on one of the closet's little embroidered footstools, finally unclothed but for pale hair and pale skin and the dips and faint hollows where the bone would show shadowed in morning candlelight and half miraged in mirror view-- and then Ed would finally see, he'd finally have fucking proof that Stede didn't have that cut of muscle curving firm and palm-sized at his calf, that it was all cotton pads and careful knots and a rich man's brand of fuckery to capture a strength he didn't have, didn't really need to be honest, Stede was strong enough, alive enough in these hellish waters that he didn't need to prove anything to anyone, alive or dead, and so if Stede would just tell him, just slip one damned time so Ed could finally decide whether he wanted to burn the damn things or tie them on as sweetly as Stede needed or, or-- or--

...Which is how, about a month into their voyage together, when Stede does, in fact, invite Ed to stay after breakfast, and to keep talking while he changes, and he asks Ed if he minds him leaving the door open a little but, heh, not to worry, he moved the mirror into the bed nook just that morning, so no need to fear any "stark revelations," heh, d'ya get it Ed, like that time, and of course "starkers," classic punnery--

--only to hear the abrupt sounds of what seem to be, in order:

Stede's quite expensive dining table: flipped

his delightfully matched morning dishware: shattered

a non-zero number of his cleverly carpentered cabinet drawers: yanked from their moorings, dashed to the floor

what he now suspects to be, embarrassingly enough, his unmentionables: tossed, thrown, riffled through, and probably wrinkling

and one extremely irate pirate: thumping through it all while swearing very, very loudly that he intends to "find the buggery fucking fucks so help me fucking Christ--"

And Stede decides that Ed needs a moment, so he'll just go ahead and close the door and get finished dressing on his own before he ventures out to see just how accurate his guesses were.

#our flag means death #ofmd #free plot bunnies #if you write it link it #do the thing #but also I should say that I don't even LIKE DUDE'S LEGS wtf #like that is NOT MY DEAL #but apparently THE GHOST OF EDWARD FUCKING TEACH decided I needed to be witness to his fucking sartorial tragedy #edward teach #ed teach #stede bonnet #also while I'm at it #it becomes obvious over the span of several interviews that rhys darby is really very vain about his legs and so #I am having perhaps #Too Much Fun

[saintchaser]

marlene had disappeared for three weeks then, and dorcas had already grown more than worried. dumbledore told them that "she will come back, sooner or later,", but they were already sick of hearing that over and over again. they would take the matter into their own hands, because they weren't going to just forget marlene like that.

so, they there were, on the bright, now lonely streets of cornwall, where marlene used to live and where her last mission had been, together with peter. looking around them, they could tell that those streets had once been alive, full of kids and love, judging by the remains of drawings made with chalk on the pavement, almost already wiped away by the rain, because then, no one was safe, not even the muggles.

they passed their lover's old home, where they used to live, and their heart jolted painfully. dorcas, propping themselves up with their hand, leaned back on the wall, their heart aching with the few memories they had together there. how marlene's brother had found them kissing in her bedroom, how they both panicked, and, when he left, they laughed. the first time they had met their parents, as dorcas' partner, and how it turned out. that night, when they went back home, marlene said she didn't care, but dorcas knew that, deep down, she did.

all of her family had been wiped out. killed in their own home. marlene had been announced by a woman, a neighbor, that dorcas didn't remember, and she rushed to her old home, the one that had hurt her and torn her apart, years and years before, and all of them, her mother, who she always hated, her father, who had been a sensitive subject that dorcas never brought up, and her brothers, along with their wives and children, dead. all of them, dead.

and something told them that marlene was dead too.

they rushed inside the house, taken aback by the pictures on the walls, of a happy, young marlene and her mother, of a happy, young marlene and her brother. of a young, happy marlene, that didn't know, back then, what would happen to her.

they went up to marlene's bedroom and looked at the door for a split second. a huge poster of stevie nicks was hung on it, and dorcas chuckled, remembering her obsession with the singer.

they opened the door and, for a second, their heart stopped.

they had been expecting it, of course. benjy fenwick, caradoc dearborn, edgar bones, and his family, all of them, murdered brutally by death eaters. it was only a matter of time until the people they held dearest to their hearts would fall too.

but seeing her there, on the floor, her black, leather jacket stained with old, dried crimson blood, had ripped the heart out of them and torn it into a million pieces, scattered around them. the world ended for them, that day, because marlene had been their world and, without marlene, it was all in vain.

#(hint: it wasn't all in vain because her memory and legacy continues burning in all of them (insert tggc here)) #anyways dorcas angst <33 i feel like this situation (marlene's death) has so much potential GAH /pos #idk what other tags to add 😭 so i'll just do the needed tags #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #dorcas meadowes angst #dorlene #dorlene angst because dorlene angst >>> #dorlene angst #my writing

[crescentmp3]

thinking about my favorite little poem again ....

#it makes my heart like . flutter snd combust and i also cry and laugh and oh my god #ya Allah'ım o kadar güzel yazmış ki yahya kemal beyatlı ..... off kalpten gitcem #ah ah kalbim ..... .. #dünyada sevilmiş ve seven nafile bekler; bilmez ki giden sevgililer geri dönmeyeckler ...... [ ten million crying emojis ] #oh its such a beautiful metaphor for death .... #its also about the poets own life actually ! #yahya kemal was in love with a woman #the last time he saw her she left by ship and he waited in vain for her to come back not knowing she died there #thats where the last few lines come from ..... #''in the world‚ the loved and the lover wait in vain; / for they do not know that gone lovers shall never return. #each of the many departers must be happy from their place‚ / many years have passed; from the journey none returned.'' #oh its so beautiful you dont understand .... #ahhh ah kalbimm ahh #🌙rambling

[jokermutual]

villains in vain at sunnyside theater in roseburg, or

#text #love these guys. (and this song is on my death of the family b*tjokes playlist) #villains in vain #Spotify

[sunbackeddog]

when I'm medical waste I want what's left of my ashes to be stored in a mundane can of carnation evaporated milk from 1952

#death mention #i guess lol #just a whimsical little wish #my full death wish is to be healthy enough to donate as much as possible and have friends and family get my cremains put in those blown #glass paper weights #and then i want to be distributed to various thrift stores #where people will take tiny pieces of me everywhere #for maximum haunting or a quiet lasting legacy idk and idc #im not scared of death and im not so vain as to want to live forever #but do you ever really die if you are physically or metaphorically found in beautiful things #caw caw

[mischiefmagpie]

I need to draw more of these hooligans, Lucien the Trickster and Reynard the Burglar.

A scene from a finished Dungeon World campaign

#dungeons and dungeons #dungeon world #drow #dark elf #OC art #my art #sometimes you slit the trickster god’s throat and he falls in love with you #and then you die and find out you’re the missing god of death #shit happens #*sobs violently* #drow oc #dnd oc #oc: reynard the fool #oc: Lucien the Trickster #campaign: usurpers #magpie's doodles #vain magpie #magpie doodles

[chryzure-archive]

oh noooo, my weird crush on ethan hawke made that movie weirder 😭😭😭

#memorie.txt #FOR THE RECORD: I RLLY ENJOYED BLACK PHONE #it was exactly what i needed 🥰 a fun thriller w the ghosts helping the kid get out #and all his ‘failed’ escape attempts tying together to make it successful at the end? mwah #like the sum of all the parts… making all those deaths NOT be in vain because in the end they all assisted him in getting revenge #for himself AND for them??? OUGH. #i cried when robin started talking to finn… when he was like ‘will i be able to call you again?’ and robin’s answering silence… i cried #my sisters leaned over and held my hand #god. i loved it.

[whimsyprinx]

my best efforts aren’t like good enough and idk if they ever will be and I’m honestly just scared that this is it, this is all my life will ever be, I’ll live here for the rest of my life and be miserable

#whimsy whispers #or I’ll die a miserable death because I can’t fucking take it anymore #there’s nowhere to go #i don’t want to live with my family again I don’t want to live with my friends family #i don’t think roommates are an option #living alone is also so far out of reach #there’s no actually places to live in alone because where I live doesn’t have apartments #i just think I’m truly going to die here I’m going to be stuck here for the rest of my pathetic life until I drop dead #and like more and more each day I think I’d rather be dead than keep trying in vain #it all seems so pointless #trying so hard with nothing to show for it what’s the point? #i thought life would get better at some point if I kept trying but it hasn’t #I’m still depressed I’m still a broken mess who can barely function as a person and I’m still useless and a burden #I’m so sick of everything #i wish i was never born