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vixen-academia · 2 months

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Today is the 60th anniversary of the Military Coup that occurred here in Brazil (with a little help from USA, may I remind you)

The military killed and tortured thousands of people. They killed mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, daughters, sons, friends… they tortured children. They faked suicides. They targeted trans people, specially trans woman. They massacred indigenous.

Always good to remember the face of those who were assassinated by the dictatorship fighting for our freedom. Remember their names. Remember their faces. Don’t let their death be in vain.

Telma Regina Cordeiro Correa: a geography student from my university. Now the academic directory (it’s like the college version of a student council in Brazil) of Geography has her name.

Stuart and Zuzu Angel: Stuart was an activist fighting for the end of the dictatorship. He went missing and his mother. The stylist Zuzu Angel started to talk about the dictatorship with foreign media. She was killed by a car “accident”.

Edson Luís: a highschooler killed by the militaries during a protest against the high prices of the school’s restaurant.

Alfeu de Alcântara Monteiro: A military from the Aeronautical He was killed by their own colleagues for standing up for democracy, being considered the first victim of the dictatorship.

And there are many, MANY more. Some of them were actively fighting against the militaries (sometimes literally, with guns and etc). Others were just mistaken. Some were just “wrong place, wrong time” situations. Others helped someone who was fighting. But their lives ended unfairly. Some families couldn’t even bury their loved ones. And that’s why we need to remember.

“Ódio e nojo à Ditadura! Para que não se esqueça, para que nunca mais aconteça: DITADURA NUNCA MAIS!” (EN, loosely translated: Spite and pish towards dictatorship! So we never forget, so it never happens again: DICTATORSHIP NEVER MORE!)

#brazil #brasil #today in history #history #ditadura #brazilian history #brazilian culture #TEMOS ÓDIO E NOJO! ÓDIO E NOJO A DITADURA!#tw: violence #tw: death mention #tw: torture mention #in memoriam

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yourpostisonpinterest · 4 months

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@acybernetickiwi

i found your post on pinterest!

#death note #transgender #deadname #tw: death mention #pinterest #gimmick blog #yourpostisonpinterest

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renlo · 2 months

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Grief is a very odd thing. Today was a good day - I won an award that'll help me out with the remainder of grad school, and I'm happy! I am blessed to have loved ones who support me through my endeavors. But it's sometimes in those moments of celebration that grief rears its head, and the absence of someone you love becomes more glaring. Someone told me that grief is love with no place to go, and that has stuck with me.

Today was a good day, and I will work to use the award I received to further my goals and help others. I'm so thankful for my family and friends! And although she's not here anymore, I know my mom is proud. I can't call her anymore, but I can still strive to make her proud.

#Art #Digital Art #Comic #Comics #Procreate #Black Art #Black Artist #Women of color #Woman of color #People of color #Person of color #WOC #POC #Grief #TW: Death mention #Mental health

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harveywritings92 · 1 year

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[the 1-4-1 are setting up base in a deserted old quarry, it just so happens R/n’s former squad used to occupy it before 1-4-1 were given residency, she, Ghost and Price are setting up in the security room making sure the cameras are still working and nothings broke down when Price sees Gaz and Soap on one of monitors talking.]

Price: What are they doing then?

[R/n and Ghost look at the monitor and see what Price is on about? at first it didn’t seem out of the ordinary, they assumed Soap and Gaz were taking a break from sweeping through the dorms, until they realized the men weren’t talking to each other but someone else...]

R/n, gets on her radio: Gaz? Price wants to know what’s the situation in the Dorm building?

Gaz: Sorry Corporal, we were just chatting with your friend.

R/n: My friend?

Soap, hops on the radio: Yeah, Sergeant Carrie.

[Ghost and Price look at R/n baffled.]

R/n, looks ill: I-...Coul- Sergeant, sir, repeat that name!

Soap: She said her names Sergeant Anne Carrie, is there a problem?

R/n, getting more distraught: That’s not f-fucking funny... Did you two go through my files or something?!

Gaz: what do you mean?

[R/n wasn’t able to answer cos she having a panic attack, causing Price to take her away from the monitors; Soap and Gaz voiced their confusion when Ghost hops on the radio.]

Ghost: Soap, Gaz get back to the monitor room now!

Soap: what? what’s going on?

Ghost:...Sergeant Carrie doesn’t exist anymore, she died six months ago!

Soap, chuckles nervously: Are ya taking the piss wit’ us, LT?

Ghost: Soap, I am very serious right now, we’re watching you through the cameras there’s no one standing in front of you!

{Gaz and Soap look up to where ‘Carrie’ was supposedly standing and slowly backed away before booking it back to the security room, where they were expecting Price, R/n and Ghost to be laughing their asses off for pulling a fast one on them, but instead they were met by Price trying to calm down a very distraught R/n and Ghost cautiously checking all the cameras.

Gaz and Soap later re-watched the footage of them in the hallway just make sure it wasn’t a prank, they were disturbed when they saw that they were indeed talking to nothing, even though they both swore up in down there was woman in the hallway… A lot of other weird shit happened in that base, that eventually Price put in a request for a relocation to a new base.]

#tw: death mention #Tw: paranormal activity #call of duty modern warfare incorrect quotes #call of duty 2022 #call of duty x reader #task force 141 #task force 141 x reader #corporal! reader #afab reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #john price #cod mw ghost #cod mw price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #cod mw gaz #cod mw soap

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draco123-universe · 10 months

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Father/daughter bonding!(they’re on their way to kill El Quackity)

#qsmp #badboyhalo #badboyhalo fanart #qsmp pomme #qsmp badboyhalo #q!badboyhalo #qsmp pomme fanart #fanart #my art #qsmp fanart #Dapper Protection Duo #cw: kill mention #tw: death mention #<—just in case

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king-psycholyze · 2 years

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Recreation of my morning...

#Digital Art #sketch #submas #emmet #kudari #The Queen #tw: death mention #I just wanted to do some meal prep and I just happened to zone into the tv at the exact moment I was crying the onion from my eyes...

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coinandcandle · 5 months

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"It's just a word," you say about the slur that doesn't even refer to you.

You know it's not just a word, we know that you know it's not just a word.

That word has blood built into its history.

That word has left death in its wake.

That word has dehumanized people, denoting them as less than.

That word is not yours to decide if it is truly "just a word".

That word has not been a knife thrust into your gut, twisting every time you hear it again.

That word has not been used to degrade you or tell you that you are no better than garbage. That you'd be better off dead.

These slurs that you so easily claim as "just" words have been the last words someone hears before they're beaten before they're killed--before they're ripped from this plane of existence for simply being.

These are not just words, behind them are ideologies that kill people.

#tw: death mention #bigotry #tw: death #tw: murder #Obviously if you didn't know something was a slur this doesn't refer to you unless you continue to use it afterwards #rant

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hannahssimblr · 16 days

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In the early evening once the dishes have been cleared away, I wait in Michelle’s room. Downstairs, she speaks to Jen and Hazel for a while, their voices soft and solemn, until eventually Hazel goes home, alone.

“They couldn’t find him?” I ask her when she sweeps into the room, though I already know the answer.

“No,” she rolls her tights down her legs to start changing into the sweatpants she prefers to spend the evenings in while I fidget my hands in my lap. She’s trying very hard not to look at me, her shoulders have that tense line about them that I know so well. With anxiety slowly unfurling inside me I decide I would much rather get this over with than prolong the inevitable horrors.

“I didn’t let him escape on purpose. You realise that, right?”

She can’t hold back the tremble in her voice, “I just can’t believe you left the door open.”

“It was an accident, I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

“Accidents don’t just happen, Jude,” She says, her tone rising with each word, “You were supposed to be watching him, Hazel said that he could escape if we weren’t careful.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.”

My guilt and remorse only irritates her more, “You were just standing there like some kind of fecking eejit with the door wide open, how could you not notice?”

“Because you were picking on me over the wine, I was distracted.”

“Oh, so it’s my fault now?”

“Oh God, please.”

“What?”

I hold my head in my hands and exhale a frustrated laugh, “Nothing.”

“Do you have something to say?”

“Let’s focus on Goose, okay? I’m going to do everything I can to find him. I’ll search all over Clontarf, I’ll knock on doors, I’ll put up posters...”

She scoffs, “Goose is probably under the wheels of a train by now.”

The violent imagery of that is enough to make me rear back in shock, “How could you say that?”

“Because that’s probably what happened. Nobody wants to say it to Hazel, but we’re all thinking it. The tracks are right there, and it’s probably the first place he went.”

“I wasn’t thinking it, God, Shell, what a horrible thought to have.”

“Well,” she shrugs, “that’s reality. This is what you’ve done, so, I hope you know.”

I watch her, speechless as she casually steps into her grey jersey sweatpants, casually picking bits of lint off her thighs. “Why are you being like this?” I manage.

She pulls off her sweatshirt to switch it for a vest, “like what?”

“It’s like you’re trying to punish me, I already know it was bad, but it was a mistake-”

“Yeah you don’t have to keep saying that. We all know it was a mistake, but it was the kind of mistake that only you would make.”

“What does that mean?”

“You know what it means.”

“Why don’t you just say-”

She whirls around and flings her jumper at me, “Because you’re an idiot!” She explodes, “You’re a fucking idiot and this is the kind of shit you do!”

This is the kind of shit she does. She starts screaming out of nowhere, and then inevitably gets louder and louder and shouts over me until the room shakes and I have to shout back to be heard. I usually skip the foreplay these days and escalate it immediately. “Oh,” my voice scrapes my throat, “you think that’s helpful? Just throwing shit?”

“Please, shut up!” she’s digging through her chest of drawers for something else to wear, and her movements are tense, jerky with anger, “and stop looking at me!”

“Why? I’m talking to you.”

“Because you don’t get to look at me in my underwear when I’m mad at you.”

“My God, what? You think I haven’t seen it all before? Do you really think I’ve got that on my mind right now?”

“Yeah, because that’s about all you think about isn’t it? That’s all you want me for.” She wiggles into a vest and crosses her arms, “Sex, sex, sex, when am I getting it? Where are we doing it? You’re an animal.”

“Oh please, you think about it all the time too.”

It’s almost inconceivable to think of now, that first time we ever did it right here in this room, on this bed, and the shadowy shape of her beneath me as she revealed to me how often she’d secretly imagined this, how long she’d wanted me. Sometimes I don’t recognise those people at all. It’s like I’ve stolen from someone else’s memories.

“Yeah, and then sometimes I can’t think of anything worse.”

“And you think I’m gagging for you at this moment? That I lose my fucking mind when I see you standing around in a bra? When you act this way?”

“This way? What is this way?”

“Fucking annoying. Annoying and irrational.”

She puffs her chest out like a boxer, like she’s rounding on me, and if I wasn’t so furious with her I might laugh, the sheer confidence of my girlfriend, squaring up to a man a full foot taller than her. Sometimes, on smoother days, her moxy is what I love most about her.

“Oh really? That’s what I am?” She says.

“Uh huh. Yeah. You’re actually the most annoying, irrational person I’ve-” A notebook comes spinning right at me, whipped right from her desk and I duck quickly, head to knees as it wallops against the wall behind me, sending a burst of loose papers flying over the carpet.

“Jesus!” I cry, “What are you doing?”

“That’s how much you piss me off sometimes!”

I hold my hands up in surrender before she can reach for something else, crashing back into myself as my anger dissipates, overtaken once again by the rational part of my brain, “Look, let’s stop this, okay? I don’t want to fight anymore. I don’t want to hurt you, I’m sorry.”

“We are in a relationship,” she explains, as if spelling it out to an infant, “that’s what happens. We hurt each other. It’s impossible not to.”

“Can’t we avoid doing it on purpose?”

“I’ll stop it when you stop being such an arsehole.”

“God, Michelle,” I grit out, “why do you make everything so hard?”

“Hard?” She repeats witheringly, “Being with me? Well imagine what it’s like being with you. The most self-involved, shallow, selfish person I have ever met.”

“Selfish?” I echo as my spine stiffens, “Selfish?”

“Uh huh! Yeah!”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I feel like I have had a glass of ice water tossed at me, and though I have stopped shouting, Michelle keeps it up.

“I know well enough! It’s all about you all the time, you go on and on about how hard your life is, how sad you are. Meanwhile your dad bought you a fucking car for your birthday and you weren’t even grateful for it. Look at you! Strutting around with your little Ralph Lauren T-shirts and your ten thousand euro teeth! Who do you think you are?”

For some reason, her dragging my composite bonding into this feels like the biggest betrayal of all. A low blow. My teeth were weirdly short for my mouth until dad fixed them. It felt like the easiest, most obvious solution for a cosmetic issue without doing drastic work, yet revealing it to Michelle late one night as we murmured our secrets to one another in the dark felt so incredibly intimate that I’m momentarily lost for words at her treachery.

“My teeth have literally nothing to do with any of this.”

“They prove that you’re spoiled.”

“It’s so obvious that you’re jealous of me.” I say. I’m not usually the kind of person to choose their words solely for the damage they can inflict, but something horrible within me feels a twinge of satisfaction when I see the stricken look on her face.

“Jealous?” She splutters, faltering, “What the hell is there to be jealous of?”

I just look at her, because it’s all I need to do. I know, and she knows, and I feel disgustingly satisfied and contemptuous in my knowledge of it. I already know how she can’t bear to hear about my achievements, to see me hanging out with other friends. It is agony for her to hear about my grades or to look at my artwork, knowing I’ve worked harder than she has. She won’t come to parties with me anymore, because people laugh at all my jokes, and them crowding around to talk to me is hard on her self-esteem. Even cats like me better. I sense it in her every molecule, the atoms around her vibrate with envy.

Fresh rage shimmers in her eyes as she stares at me, fists clenched as though she’s wrestling the urge to wrap her hands around my windpipe and squeeze. “You can get out if you’re going to be like this,” she seethes.

“Oh, I’d love to leave.”

“Then do!” she stalks towards the door and yanks it open with such ferocity that I fear it will escape its hinges. “Get out!” Her voice echoes through the whole house, bouncing off the ceiling, reaching a frequency I am surprised doesn't rattle the glass free from the windows, and I have brief concerns about what everyone else in the house must think before remembering they’ve heard it all before. In fact they’ve lived this for years.

So I do, I get up and walk out, turning toward her at the last moment, facing her stinging hot face to say, “you know what? I think it’s a good idea if we talk about taking a-”

“No! Fuck you!” she spits, and slams the door in my face.

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#lucky boy 2010 #foookin hell lads i am sweating #who loves another rotten fight #hopefully the last ugh they're so toxic #the worst pairing of all time?#or does cloda take the cake idk #all she did was be a bit boring though #michelle is actively antagonistic #and Jude is awful around her too let's be real #why haven't they broken up yet #oh yeah cos i control them #tw: violence mention #tw: pet death mention #tw: death mention #tw: violence #tw: fighting #tw: sex mention

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revenant-dumpster-fire · 6 months

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Okay, I came up with a reason why Revenant may have "changed his mind", although it's a little bit of a shot in the dark:

(explanation below the cut for those interested)

TW: death mention & suicide mention below

So, for initial context:

When biological bodies (animal or human) take near-lethal damage or perceive they are about to die, there is a very strong chemical neurological kickback to fight like hell for one's life. Adrenaline is part of it, but people fail to realize how strong it can be and how severe that kickback can be.

In the very taboo documentary called The Bridge—which is a film about people who successfully and unsuccessfully committed suicide by throwing themselves from The Golden Gate Bridge—survivors are asked about their experiences during the fall. Consistently, during the fall to their perceived death, they state that everything that made them want to commit suicide in the first place becomes negligible. Suddenly, every seemingly unsolvable problem is solvable. Every bit of despair is vanquished. Every close tie that was severed can be tied back together. Suddenly, they don't just lose the want to die, they are rushed with the will to live. Many of these survivors give some of the most compelling testimonies as to why suicide is not the real solution, despite being paralyzed and permanently traumatized by their jump.

So that context given:

Revenant seems fine with his decision to die during the opening of this cinematic. He rolls his head to Loba and lets her (for some reason instead of shooting it), break the glass slowly with her staff to drive the equivalent of a stake through his eye.

Duardo teases his upgrades, which provides new power to him.

But also, the snap decision also occurs at a prime moment: Loba stabs and penetrates his eye, meaning she's one more blow away from killing him. (A stake into the eye will hit the brain, which with some rare exceptions is a killing blow.)

If Revenant still has any connection to how his biologics react (which it is heavily implies he does), that is the prime moment he would have the neurological kickback to live. Not just live, but fight to live. And Duardo just gave him new power to solve every problem in his head that might have led him to be so suicidal for so long.

He can claim this was always just him wanting to control himself, but I don't think he was playing 4D chess this whole time: I think that realization was the solution to his suicidal feelings mixed with the biological feralness to cling to life.

He is giving himself another chance.

What will that lead to?

Hard to say, but that is how I perceive the sudden change of heart he has.

#apex legends #apex legends kill code #kill code #apex legends lore #Reborn Revenant #revenant #apex revenant #revenant apex #revenant apex legends #apex legends revenant #tw: suicide mention #tw: death mention

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guys-in-distress-database · 8 months

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Whump prompt:

A captive Whumpee is told by Whumper that the Team were killed in a trap laid for them by Whumper and soon Whumpee will join them.

However, Whumper has something special planned for Whumpee: a public execution in front of the entire city.

At their execution, a dejected Whumpee awaits their fate, but is saved at the last moment by the Team, who escaped Whumper’s trap and have come to rescue their friend.

#no this is not inspired by a certain movie I rewatched #why would you think that?#whump #whump prompt #captive whumpee #tw: death mention

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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 9 months

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i was possessed randomly so you all get this 😈 (i gotta keep my place in the angstflayer somehow lmao)

tw for mentions of death, nothing explicit! just talk of passing on/the afterlife

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It was smoother than he thought it’d be, dying.

Passing on.

The moment of death.

It really was just like falling asleep.

He knew it was time; he was old now (decrepit if you ask his grandkids) but it was something he didn’t even realize he was so ready to welcome. Whatever illness he was saddled with the last couple years already fading out of his memory.

Stepping into his new…life? he’s not sure what to expect.

He floats along for a while. In nothing, being nothing, when suddenly, the nothing in front of him starts to solidify.

Instead of nothing, Dustin Henderson is a young man again. He can see his feet walking across pine needles and leaves. over hard-packed dirt and pebbles.

He knows this path, and starts forward confidently.

Skull Rock comes into view through a break in the branches, looming over him and coated in dappled sunlight.

So, he sits down. Settles in to wait for his friends, hoping they are far behind him, when he’s startled by a noise above him.

First, a leather jacket plops down in front of him, followed closely by worn white reeboks, ripped black jeans, a flash of a white shirt. All still wrapped around someone he lost way to fuckin’ soon.

Dustin’s chest and throat constrict, his eyes burn.

The figure turns, their insane brown curls frizz tossed away from his face when he does.

“Hey butthead.” Eddie Munson smiles at him for the first time in 70 years. “You have my vest.”

Dustin looks down at himself. The worn denim vest in question is, indeed, hung over his shoulders. Fitting just a bit bigger than he last remembered.

He huffs out a chuckle, the tears start to fall down his cheeks. “Thought you might want it, asshole.”

He’s crushed into a hug that lasts an eternity, finally pulling away from Eddie after a good eon or so.

Huffing out another laugh when he does, Dustin wipes the tears off his face and says, “Not that I’m not over the fuckin moon to see you, but is.. is he here?”

Eddie grins at him, “Is who here?”

“Henderson!”

Steve.

Steve’s here.

He’s actually fucking here.

“‘Course he is, little man. Been waitin’ for you, ya know.'' Eddie shakes his shoulders, spinning him around and starts to march him back down the path. “Well,” he feels Eddie shrug behind him, “You AND Robin, of course. She’s just real stubborn about leaving, I think.”

They’ve gone maybe four whole steps, when Steve Harrington breaks through the branches in front of them.

“Dustin!” Steve strides forward, wrapping Dustin up in a hug.

He mumbles everything and nothing into the tears that soak the cap atop his head. A good trade for the already soaked spot at the front of that yellow sweater of his.

“You’re here! I missed you so much! It’s too soon… it’s always too soon, but still! Your kids are all so beautiful, your grandkids too! I’m so so sorry I left before I could meet them, Dusty, I wanted to so badly.”

More and more (mostly repeated “You’re here!”s) until he can’t say anymore and falls silent around him for their own eternity.

“I missed you too, Steve.”

#st #dustin henderson #eddie munson #steve harrington #herringson family #henderdads #dustin has two dads #not stated but i’m also implying steddie here #steddie #stranger things #st ficlet #angst #fluff #feels #all the good stuff #noelle writes #tw: mentions of death #tw: death mention

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