#diein

[57-dayo]

DIEIN

[whisperingn1ghts]

Time for some angst

[yenyenyen19]

I'm so tired every time new batman content comes out seeing bruce/bruce's parents die for the billionth friggin time..

Then of course they're golden cow batman coming back to life by the end..

They're really milking this one dry for as long as they can huh 🥴

[loksven83]

ITS JORE (Jim lore) TIME, YALL!

CW: death, guns, blood, mild gore(?)

Ever wonder how Bug and Jim met? Well here ya go. Found family, FUCK YEAH.

Jim grunted in pain as he held his side, looking down to see the bullet wound where his liver would be. He cursed, shakily loading his pistol, Mari. Another bullet landed in his arm, causing him to cry out in pain again.

The gunshots.

The smell of blood.

The yelling from the enemy gang.

The rest of his comrades were dead, all laying in pools of their own blood. He aimed, trying to focus on his target. He shot. Silence. More gunfire.

He started to fade in and out, looking down at the amount of blood he was losing. He coughed.

Suddenly, there was screaming, the sounds of mechanical whirring and blood splattering. Jim tried not to think too hard, accepting death.

"hey."

"hey!"

Jim blinked, staring at the figure Infront of him, the pale mask unblinking. Jim crawled backwards a bit, aiming his gun shakily at this odd, smaller, figure.

"easy, easy.." they said, holding their metallic hands up, showing the blood dripping down from them. "I might be covered in blood, but I ain't here for yours. I'm Bug." They introduced.

Jim yelped quietly as they gently moved his overcoat out of the way, showing where he was shot in his side. "It's okay, big guy, I'm gonna help ya. Let's take care of this, first..." Bug said, trying to be gentle as a small metallic tentacle slipped out of their wrist, entering the bullet wound. Jim hissed in pain as Bug offered their finger to bite down on, which Jim refused as soon enough, the tentacle retracting and now pulling the bullet out. Jim watched, seemingly fascinated.

"it's okay, big man.. I might be scary, but I ain't a monster." Bug said. The tentacle retracted back into their wrist, and another apparatus extended out, starting to disinfect and treat the wound. "You're Jim, right..?" Bug asked. Jim shakily nodded, still watching the treatment. "Good, I patched up like.. 3 other guys that I thought were you and now I gotta go back and make sure they're dead." Bug said, almost casually.

Jim seemed.. too stunned to talk. Finally, bug was done patching up the wound. They pulled his shirt and jacket back down, gently patting him. "C'mon. I'll take care of the other nic when I get ya home." They explained, now helping Jim up and, somehow, getting him to stand at least a little steadily. They fluttered their insectoid wings a bit, before finally taking flight. They hovered, then wrapped all four of their arms, plus some extra larger tentacles from their back, around his chest and waist. These larger tentacles ended in grabbing claws, similar to "Doc Oc's". As Jim was being shifted very carefully and gently, he seemed to be studying them. He was flipped to face Bug, being held tightly to them as they somehow supported his weight and apparently held him with ease. Surely, someone their height couldn't possibly carry Jim, who was atleast 2 feet taller than them. Nope. Don't ever underestimate Bug.

Bug hovered higher, supporting Jim's legs with a extra tentacle. They scanned the room, looking around and seemingly scanning the room for any other signs of life and snorting. Once they were satisfied, they turned back to Jim. "Sorry we have to meet like this, Jim. I hope I'm not hurting you, are you comfortable?" They asked. Jim only nodded. Why did this teenager care to patch him up, and where were they going? Only time would tell. Jim was a mercenary. It was confusing to him, being treated so carefully. Bug hovered for another moment or two before flitting out a open window, grip tightening on their precious cargo.

As they zoomed into the night, Jim started dozing off. Why? He never slept without ensuring his own safety. And here he was, being carried off into the night, by a stranger who was obviously more technologically advanced than they appear. Jim, lost in his own thoughts, tightened his grip around Bug, muttering softly. "Спасибо.." he mumbled. Bug didn't seem to hear him as the darkness slowly took Jim. His thoughts finally quieted, and sleep embraced him finally. One could only wonder what will happen next.

THANKS FOR READIN, LOVES!

[justmwahstruly]

some more silly stuff since i cant do anything I need to 😭

Human Julie and Sally, in the steampunk AU! (I can’t draw hairrr)

drawing is fun gyehehehehehhe skznsjdjsjndhd im diein/lhj

[fruit-snacker]

Bowigi shippers be diein when they see the mario chess set

If bowigi issnt real then why does Luigi fit perfectly in bowsers arms

[revenant-coining]

Blood Upon the Risers-Themed, Names, Honorifics, 1stpp, 3rdpp, and Titles

[pt: Blood Upon the Risers-Themed, Names, Honorifics, 1stpp, 3rdpp, and Titles /end pt]

requested by 🧹 anon

Names: Troop, Militim, Riser, Turma, Miles, Terrent, Pavor, Cruor, Mori/Morior, and Orir

Honorifics: Trp, Mlt, Sldr, Frt, Hrr/Hor, Pnc, Gry, Gr/Gre, Die, Shck, Rsr, 🎖️, 🪖, ⚔️, 💀, and 🦴.

1stpp: (i/me/my/mine/myself)

tri/troop/trooper/trooperine/trooperself

so/sol/soldier/soldierine/soldierself

para/paratroop/paratrooper/paratrooperine/paratrooperself

fri/fre/fright/frightine/frightself

ho/horr/horror/horrorine/horroself

pa/pani/panic/panicine/panicself

go/gor/gory/goryne/goryself

go/gor/gore/gorine or goreine/goreself

di/de/die/dieine/dieself

shi/sho/shock/shockine/shockself

ri/rise/riser/riserine/riserself

🎖️/🎖️e/🎖️y/🎖️ine/🎖️self

🪖/🪖e/🪖y/🪖ine/🪖yself

⚔️/⚔️e/⚔️y/⚔️ine/⚔️yself

💀/💀e/💀y/💀ine/💀yself

🦴/🦴e/🦴y/🦴ine/🦴yself

3rdpp: (xe/xim/xis/xis/ximself)

trooper/trooper/troopers/troopers/trooperself

soldier/soldier/soldiers/soldiers/soldierself

para/trooper/paras/troopers/paratrooperself

paratrooper/paratrooper/paratroopers/paratroopers/paratrooperself

fright/fright/frights/frights/frightself

horror/horror/horrors/horrors/horrorself

panic/panic/panics/panics/panicself

gory/gory/gorys/gorys/goryself

gore/gore/gores/gores/goreself

die/die/dies/dies/dieself

shock/shock/shocks/shocks/shockself

riser/riser/risers/risers/riserself

🎖️/🎖️/🎖️s/🎖️s/🎖️self

🪖/🪖/🪖s/🪖s/🪖self

⚔️/⚔️/⚔️s/⚔️s/⚔️self

💀/💀/💀s/💀s/💀self

🦴/🦴/🦴s/🦴s/🦴self

Titles:

the solider-at-arms

the one who breathed [pronoun] last

the one who ain’t gonna jump no more

the troop

the trooper

the militiaman

the solider

the paratrooper

the frightened (one)

the cause of the horror

the gory

the gored

the riser

‘one’ can be replaced with any noun, ‘the one’ can be replaced with any pronoun

@pronoun-arc , @reveningcontent

[beauregard-sinclair-ask]

Thats the point you cant light me on fire if im already on fire and im on fire bc im so much wayyyyy more hitter then u🙄🙄

Oh yeah? Well guess what dipstick. Yer also breakin’ the laws of physics by yappin’ an’ somehow not diein’ from the fire.

[unscharf-an-den-raendern]

folge 1026-1048: "okay wir schreiben eine logische geschichte ohne große und schockierende plot twists. das ist zwar dann von der dramatik her nicht super innovativ, und auch eventuell hervorsehbar, aber die geschichte macht sinn."

folge 1049-1050: "okay jetzt kommt der höhepunkt der geschichte, mit einem konflikt der SUPER easy und logisch lösbar wäre, auf eine art diein den rest der story passen würde (noah haut erst ab und hat angst, öffnet sich dann aber colin und vertraut ihm). ABER: anstatt den konflikt so logisch und vorhersehbar zu lösen, machen wir jetzt den größten dramaturgischen plot twist um zu zeigen wie gut wir drehbücher schreiben können!! das wird niemand kommen sehen!!!"

folge 1051-1052: "okay jetzt schreiben wir wieder die vorhersehbarsten szenen, die man genau so erwartet, und lassen die story im sand verlaufen, anstatt uns mühe zu geben."

wirklich so der verlauf der staffel: geradeaus und vorhersehbar (auf ne gute weise) - komplett wild und unlogisch - geradeaus und vorhersehbar (auf ne schlechte weise)

Ich frag mich wirklich, was da passiert ist. Ist ihnen mittendrin aufgefallen, dass sie nicht mehr genug Zeit haben, um alle Storylines vernünftig zu Ende zu bringen und sie mussten sich entscheiden, welche sie opfern wollen? Wollten sie noch etwas mehr Drama reinbringen und haben eine Prise zu viel reingetan? War das vielleicht sogar von Anfang an geplant?

[kodak93-blog]

Hung single kink friendly and open to new kinks also diein to have some fun and send some live pics/proof to back up when I say I’m packin 8 inches and want to be Used for it

[poem-today]

A poem by Robert Bly

Why We Don’t Die

In late September many voices Tell you you will die. That leaf says it, that coolness. All of them are right. Our many souls—what Can they do about it? Nothing. They’re already Part of the invisible. Our souls have been Longing to go home Anyway. “It's late,” they say, “Lock the door, let’s go.” The body doesn't agree. It says “We buried a little iron Ball under that tree. Let’s go get it.”

Robert Bly (1926-2021)

[spadecentral]

bro help i have mock exams next week n im DIEIN trying to understand biology sdhsjhds. the only good thing abt next week is comic con but still, studying rlly sucksss

bro i havent taken bio yet LMAO good luck i believe in you man <33

[darkamberdragon]

If Only I

If only icould fly awayI wouldn’t have to tell a lieand I wouldn’t have to stay If only Icould float awaythey would be forced to say goodbyewhen the air was turning grey If only Icould stop these dreamsI wouldn’t have to climb so highto escape my kindred’s screamsIf only Icould tame the flamesmy planet wouldn’t have to diein all the madmen’s games This is the first poem I wrote in English when…

[obsessiveviewer]

OV433 - Bad Boys: Ride or Die (2024) & MoviePass, MovieCrash (2024)

This week, after a delay, I’m reviewing Bad Boys: Ride or Die in both a non-spoiler and spoiler feature review. Then, in this week’s secondary review, I share my thoughts on the Max documentary, MoviePass, MovieCrash. I also talk about MGM+’s The Institute announcement, season 8 of 24, Blue Streak, and more.

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Show Start - 00:28

News - 04:05

  Feature Review

Bad Boys Franchise Overview - 13:03

Bad Boys: Ride or Die (2024) - 26:12

Spoiler - 43:38

  Secondary Review

MoviePass, MovieCrash (2024) - 59:54

  Potpourri

24: Season 8 - 1:23:50

Blue Streak (1999) - 1:35:38

  Closing the Ep - 1:37:57

Patreon Clip - 1:39:27

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[my2ndheartbeat]

Everybody Cries

There’s nothing more braveThan those voices from the graveOnly they can tell us whyOnly they can never lieAbout the reason that we standOn the road to the edge of manWho will be the last to dieIn a land where empires cry?Who will be the last to remainWhere there’s only God and pain? They warn us of the lieWith a mournful battle cryOf the reckoning at handAs we reach the edge of manAnd make our…

[duplaroves]

bruxo dos esgotos

Merten sempre aproveitava o intervalo das 4 horas no colégio pra ir pra casa, por isso não aprendia nada e ganhava notas zero.

Era 4 e 10 , ele tava indo pros fundos do colégio pra ir embora quando viu, entre as árvores, o loiro  filho do traficante abusando da Dieine, uma estudante de 16 anos.

Merten telefonou pra polícia.

Todos estudantes ficaram sabendo o que aconteceu com a Dieine, mas nem ela e nem o Merten tiveram coragem de denunciar o filho do traficante.

Na outra semana o Merten tava na aula de matemática mas nem tava ouvindo o professor. Ele tava olhando os desenhos de um livro de bruxaria. Ele leu algumas palavras do livro.

Começou uma violenta tempestade que fez os esgotos pluviais transbordarem e a rua do colégio ficou inundada.

Infiltrou água nas instalações elétricas da escola e começou um incêndio.

Os estudantes fugiram.

Mas o cadeirante não podia fugir. E um deficiente mental sentou no chão e colocou a mão na cara enquanto a escola incendiava.

O Merten colocou o deficiente mental na cadeira do cadeirante e foi pela tempestade levando os dois. A rua tava inundada, a água cobria os joelhos do Merten.

Ele viu uma padaria aberta e o dono varrendo pra fora a água suja do esgoto pluvial que havia entrado no prédio.

O Merten deixou os dois deficientes ali e telefonou pros bombeiros pra eles levarem os dois caras pras casas deles.

O Merten foi saindo quando o dono da padaria disse :

_Eles podem ficar aqui mas essa cadeira de rodas suja de esgoto pluvial não pode ficar aqui.

Merten foi pra rua levando a cadeira. Os carros tavam indo devagar por causa da inundação. O Merten resolveu apostar corrida com os carros. Ele corria entre os carros empurrando a cadeira.

Então ele viu a Dieine dançando na tempestade, na rua inundada. Ela disse :

_Quero apostar corrida também.

Ela sentou na cadeira de rodas e o Menten corria empurrando a cadeira no meio dos carros, e a Dieine gritava :

_Vencemos a corrida !

Depois de meia hora eles pararam e ela disse :

_O cara que fez aquilo comigo fica me zoando na rede social. Eu vou me matar.

_Não faça isso, Dieine, porque essa situação é passageira. Tudo é passageiro menos o motorista do ônibus.

Dois dias depois o Merten ficou sabendo que a Dieine tinha suicidado-se.

Um dia o Merten ficou escondido perto da casa do traficante. O filho do traficante saiu da casa e foi caminhando pela rua.

O Merten entrou num terreno baldio, pegou um galho pesado de árvore. Cobriu a cara com um capuz e , com o galho pesado, deu uma pancada nas costas  daquele abusador que era culpado pelo suicídio da Dieine.

O filho do traficante ficou paraplégico. Agora um capanga do pai dele levava o cara pra escola numa cadeira de rodas.

O Merten não prestava atenção em nenhuma aula , só ficava vendo os desenhos do livro de bruxaria. Ele leu em voz alta uma frase do livro e começou uma tempestade violenta e o esgoto pluvial transbordou. A fiação elétrica da escola começou a incendiar.

Os estudantes fugiram, menos os dois cadeirantes e o deficiente mental.

O Merten colocou o deficiente mental na cadeira do cadeirante. Então o filho do traficante disse :

_Me leva também, senão eu vou morrer nesse incêndio.

O Merten levou os 2 deficientes pra fora do prédio e, pela janela, ficou olhando o abusador morrer queimado.

O Merten pensou na Dieine e cantou Lady Jane :

_"Toda essa terra vai se consumir e uma fogueira vai queimar. Vai queimar. Lady Jane, eu tive um sonho estranho de morte".

Merten viu o fantasma da Dieine. Ele foi abraçá-la mas os braços dele atravessaram o corpo fantasmagórico dela.

_Pra abraçá-la só se eu virar fantasma também.

Ele pegou o facão ( aquela escola era perigosa e os caras andavam com facões e alguns com revólveres.)

Ele ajoelhou-se na frente do cadeirante, entregou-lhe o facão  e disse :

_Mata-me depressa.

_Se você tá pedindo.

O Luís esfaqueou o pescoço do Merten, matando-o.

O Luís ficou com o livro de feitiçaria do Merten, que tinha sido da bisavó do Merten. O Luís ficou milionário. e fedorento porque todos feitiços daquele livro tinha algo relacionado com esgotos