bakerstreet | the death meme

Current Music: Hellsing Ultimate OST- Merche Funebre

the death meme

the death meme

(CONTENT WARNING. This is a meme about death and may deal with suicide, depression, extreme violence, illnesses, etc.)

This is it. The final curtain. You're at the end of your life, and there's someone here you really, really need to say something to before you die.

CAUSE OF DEATH

1 - Accidental. Nobody meant for this to happen, but it doesn't matter now. Due to negligence, arrogance or just plain bad luck, you've become gravely ill or injured and are now in your last moments. This covers all kinds of accidental deaths--strangulation, drowning, car accidents, unintentional beheadings, whatever you can think of.

2 - Murder. Somebody really didn't like you. Enough to kill you, it seems. You're now dead by someone else's hand. (Maybe even the person replying to you?) As with accidental death, this covers all types of intentional, malicious murder, regardless of method--so poisoning, stabbing, shooting, etc., all work here. Same with all the below options: any possible variation you can think of on it will work!

3 - Suicide. There is no hope for you, and no way out. You've reached the absolute bottom pits of despair, and the only recourse you have is to take your own life. Someone shows up to stop you... but they're too late to help you now.

4 - Terminal illness. You have cancer, or tuberculosis, or cholera back when people got cholera. The doctors have done everything they could and it wasn't enough. The only thing to do now is give your loved ones the bad news.

5 - Starvation. So thirsty. So hungry. Maybe you've been traveling in the desert for hours, or maybe you're just really poor. Whatever the reason, it doesn't matter, because you're slowly wasting away until you're nothing but skin and bones.

6 - Death in battle. You've died a hero's death, and gone out in a blaze of glory. Or maybe you were a coward who got shot for deserting? Either way, you're now a casualty of war. Will you be honored with a parade or scorned as a traitor to your country?

7 - Natural causes. You've lived a long, happy life, and now your story is at an end. In a warm bed, surrounded by your family and friends, you peacefully drift off. Just make sure that you've made a will somewhere, or at least use your deathbed to set the record straight. Otherwise, who knows what kind of squabbles might errupt after you leave this world?

TIME LEFT

1 - A few minutes. You're fading fast and you don't have much, well, any time left. Better tell the person with you that you love -- or despise -- them with your last breath, because you'll never have the chance otherwise.

2 - A few hours. You haven't got much time left. Is there someone you still need to kill? To kiss? Better do it quick. (Note: last kisses not recommended for people dying of highly contagious illnesses.)

3 - A few days. The doctors have given you the news, and it's not very good. You've only got a couple days left to live. You should start trying to make peace with people and saying your final goodbyes with the days you have left.

4 - A few weeks. Take that vacation you've always wanted to go on but never had the chance to. Go do that thing you've never thought you'd be any good at. You've got only weeks left to live. Don't waste them.

5 - A few months. While you aren't quite on death's doorstep yet, your lifespan has still dwindled considerably from what you probably thought it would be. How are you going to spend your last few months on Earth? Making the world a better place and telling your family you love them? Or raising as much hell as possible?

RELATIONSHIP

1 - Lovers. This is your husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend, mistress, whatever you call them they were the person you wanted to spend your life with. Too bad you don't have much of a life to spend with them anymore.

2 - Siblings. Your beloved little or older sibling is just standing there, watching you slowly waste away before their eyes. Can you say anything to comfort them? Note that it doesn't necessarily have to be interpreted literally; adopted siblings and friends so close they might as well be siblings work too.

3 - Parent and child. Nothing is worse than a parent having to bury their child... except, maybe, a young child now alone in the world after losing their parent. As with the sibling prompt, this can be expanded to include parental figures and people who are LIKE a father/mother to you as well as actual biological parents.

4 - Co-workers, teammates or classmates. You were fighting for the same side. Or you worked together in the same office for years. Or they sat behind you in biology all semester. However you met, how do your react when you find out someone who used to be a fixture in your life is going to die?

5 - Friends. You're the best of friends! You go everywhere together, know all each other's secrets, and are never seen apart. At least, you didn't use to be. Now one of you is dying and the other one is left alone in the world. Or maybe you're dying together. Wait, is that better or worse?

6 - Bitter enemies. You hate, hate, HATE this person. In fact, maybe you killed them. Or they killed you. Or maybe nobody killed anybody and they're just bitter that Mother Nature got to you before they did. Regardless, they want to confront you one last time before you bite it, if only to rub your nose in your imminent demise and their ability to outlive you.

HOW IT WORKS:
1. Post your character and preference
2. Respond to others.
3. Tell the person what you need to tell them before you bite it.
4. Have fun!

old af credit here

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

You would enjoy that a little too much, I th--

[ Yu cut himself off, stumbling to the point where he ended up leaning heavily against Loki, clinging to him a little tighter. He didn't like showing how old he was; he knew it had to hurt him, that it had come to this. Sometimes he wondered if it would have been kinder for them both if they had parted ways before it came to this, but... he couldn't do it. He was just that selfish that he didn't want to let the man he loved go. ]

[ He gave Loki's hand another squeeze, so much more feeble than it used to be. ]

Sorry... I guess here is good.

"You know damn near everything about me, Jim. I can't rightly think of anything you haven't asked or been witness to just yet." Every hurt, every black, bitter thought- every revelation. Every quiet fear that he avoided by giving voice to others, every bright moment of affection he'd shared with someone else. Every chance taken with his battered heart that never really went anywhere on account of most of it being held by the bold and brilliant man he fought to keep alive on a daily basis. Some days were easier than others. Some things simpler to share. You don't love someone and know the whole of them so he'd thought it was safe to let Jim see.

They cared about each other, had their own kinda love but- it was platonic. Or so he'd thought. One needed to leave the mystery alive but that mattered so much less when they wouldn't have near as much time as they might have wanted. They had this. Hands on skin, dreams shared and forgotten, the long press of freckles against tan. "Yeah, Jim. Don't know if I'll be up for anything too involved but-"

He wanted to have this. Just a moment, a memory of all that skin he'd healed and grafted and agonized over pressed close, whole and well. He'd never thought he'd be the first to go. Now? All he can do is try to bury himself into Jim's bones so deep he'd never be at a loss even when he was gone.

"I do." He spoke the words softly. Jim knew Bones like he knew no one else and it only hit harder that his waiting this long... How could he be so foolish and wait so long? Closing his eyes a moment, he gently undid the pants and slid his hands tenderly down his sides and into Bones' pants. For as sensual as he touched the other man, there was a certain level of sweetness too that overshadowed the desirous emotions in his actions. "You know me better than anyone else... enough to know I don't do attachment. Or... I didn't. I would have..."

He struggled with the right way to put it as he helped the brunette lift his hips off the bed so he could drag pants and underwear down his legs. Jim's lips brushed against his stomach as he nuzzled at his navel. "You've had me for a long time, Bones." His brow furrowed a little as his hands splayed out and smoothed down muscled thighs that he knew had been slightly more toned before. "You're gonna have me a helluva lot longer than will likely be seen as healthy." He leaned his head against the inside of the doctor's knees as he slid and curled them so he could pull the clothing down his calves and off him completely.

Dropping the clothing aside he pressed a kiss to the softer skin at the inner thigh. Breathing in slowly, he finally turned his head to look up at Bones seriously with every ounce of his being, heart in his throat and eyes bluer from moisture he preferred to believe wasn't still lingering in his eyes. Jim Kirk never backed down from anything, especially not the people he cared about most. Never from Bones. "You've turned me inside out, you know that? From that first ridiculous thing you said to me on that shuttle in Iowa... People always leave, Bones. And I always figured... if I never got close enough it wouldn't hurt. I wouldn't have to acknowledge why my mother was..."

He didn't finish it. He didn't know how to describe Winona Kirk and he really didn't want to anyway. Not right now. "But you need to know..." He slipped forward, one hand on either side of his head as he leaned down over the other man. "I'm gonna love you even after your gone... and I'm..." He bit into his cheek to fight the ache in his eyes and maybe spare himself some of the agony of admitting this. Admitting that Bones was taking all the best of him with him and he didn't regret it. Just that he didn't get to tell him sooner. "I'll never be sorry for it."

"Married to the job." He offered, moving as needed to help Jim undress him. He could be self conscious- probably should be but this was Jim. He'd seen Leonard at his highest and lowest points in his life, good, bad, ridiculous, that one time in drag- naked was just one more step in what was probably some manner of inevitable shenaniganary coming down the road. He'd never thought it'd be like this. Quiet and calm, sweet and with desire in those hands and affection in those eyes.

He didn't deserve it. The warmth. The sorrow that would follow. Steady as he could manage he slid his hands into Jim's hair just to hold him. To feel that feather soft prickling against his palms, frame the face he'd seen in every shade of life and death. "I could, I suppose, insist you move on after me. Find yourself someone to start a family when you're done throw'n yourself into the stars- but..."

But. His heart wouldn't be in it. He couldn't see Jim with a wife, with a son. Not happily, not easily. Sure, it could probably work and for a little while? They might think they had things figured out. But Jim belonged to the job, to the stars. He couldn't imagine any woman that wasn't already in the fleet wanting to do that- and he couldn't imagine Jim wanting to put any woman through what his mother lived. What he had to live with over his head every goddamn hour of every goddamn day. "But I'm selfish."

Quietly, privately. It wasn't something that often came up- but he was when he could allow it. And in this? he could allow it. "I won't be able to give you everything you deserve, everything I'd want- and while I want you happy more than anything I know that won't be all that easy after."

Impossible, even. He tugged him up, curled his arms tight around Jim's waist to bring him close. To tangle their legs like they were lifetime lovers rather than two tragic fools twisting in the wind of the universe. "Find happiness however you can, after. With someone or with my memory, I don't care. Just don't...let yourself burn out. That's all I ask."

"If it makes you feel better, you're more attractive than the job." He added that statement without missing a beat. Flashing him a quick smile, he kissed softly at the skin of Bones' stomach once more as he leaned over him. But the smile faded as the rigid tensity ran up his spine at that comment. Move on. Find someone else. Stars or no stars... the idea felt like an irritating grind against his spine attacking the nerve endings.

He let out a bitter laugh he didn't mean to. Even if Bones wasn't actually asking him to do that. Leonard should know him better than that and Jim believed that he did. Finally looking up at him, he gave Bones a wry smile. "Be selfish. You've given me more than you could ever possibly imagine already. I should've known when I finally did meet my match, nothing about it would be conventional." Like being born under a cursed star. Except his was more like a lightning storm in space.

Moving with the pull, he slid easily into Bones' arms and closed his eyes as he pressed his face into the curve of his neck. He worked unconsciously to settle his weight more on the bed or his own elbows and knees so as not to hurt Leonard... but his mind was more caught up in the winding of their bodies. "Mom tried that. I fucking hated my step dads. There's a reason why she never changed her name again." He grumbled the words softly, not wanting to think about any of that.

"I won't... Gotta at least see a certain young lady's wedding first. I made a promise." He'd see Joanna through as many of those important events in her life as he could. He may not be Bones and he never would be, but he would be there. Leonard McCoy was his center of gravity... leave it to him to find a way to get a promise out of him that would keep him from drifting away and apart after he died.

Carefully rolling them onto their sides, he made sure to get the weight off of the brunette before shifting to touch their foreheads. Smoothing his fingers along the side of Bones' face, he offered him a small smile. "How the hell am I going to live without you?" He knew asking that was selfish. He didn't want to make this worse, but he just couldn't not ask. Because looking at him like this, he felt the strangest contrast of need, love and despair he'd ever felt. And it was suffocating him.

"And be there for her kids. And their weddings." It was a low fucking blow to use the entirety of the McCoy bloodline to keep Jim grounded. To keep him going, to keep him loved. His family would recover. Jojo- she'd manage. Girl was resilient. Jim held the bulk of his fear for as brave and bold and brilliant as his golden captain was-

In certain ways he remained fragile. Needing people to course correct him, needing to be needed back. It was something Leonard knew well enough having his own bones soaked in that particular need. As a doctor it worked well for him, as a CMO? Even better. As a father, as a husband? Not quite so much as such deep codependency wasn't entirely healthy. But they were both worn at slightly wrong angles, he and Jim. They needed. They fit. And it would be the deepest regret of his life that he wouldn't spend as much of it with Jim as he'd want. His daughter and family would have to make up the difference.

Steady hands slid up to cradle the back of Jim's skull, the fine, round shape of it, the prickling of hair on his palms. The painful blue of his eyes so damn close and that question cut him deeper than anything he'd ever known. "One day at a time. Knowing that if I see you soon on the other side I'm gonna be so goddamn angry. There are people out there that need you, Jim. People you haven't met. Worlds you haven't saved, stars you haven't seen."

"Don't do that..." The 'to me' hung in the air before he closed his eyes. He fought that searing feeling in his chest and eyes that threatened to over throw him. Bones was being a real bastard about this. He knew. He knew that Jim couldn't tell him no.

Pulling his hand away from the brunette, he rubbed at his eyes and ducked his head between them till the top of his head brushed Leonard's chin. Damn him. Damn the feeling of knowing he'll agree to this. All he could do was focus on breathing. Calm himself down and don't break apart. Running his hand through his hair after one more swipe at his eyes, he bit into his cheek as he let his hands fall to rest against his chest and Bones' hip.

Of everything he lived through, everything he survived... this wasn't something he thought he could bounce back from. Jim clenched his jaw, a mental line of berating himself chanted like a mantra of 'this isn't about you, Jim'. Get it together. His shoulders shook a little as he took a slow breath and let it out with only the slightest of sound. "Yeah... sure... if that's what you want, Bones."

[ Loki easily supported Yu's body weight but he found himself panicking, almost visibly, because he couldn't quite fathom what he might do if--he exhaled.

Leading them both to a spot just a few feet away he urged Yu to sit down for the time being. ]

Must you be so fragile?

[ He played at teasing him, as if that might lighten the mood when there might have been the slightest, slightest, hint of pain in his tone. Something only Yu might notice after all the time they've spent together. ]

[ Yu let out a faint chuckle at that, leaning against him once they were settled. ]

I'd try casting something healing, but I think it would have the opposite effect at this point.

[ He let out a tired sigh, shrinking a little as he let the attempt to still be a strong, healthy human being drop and his age show through. He was tired. He was tired, but he wanted to hang in there for a little longer... just a little. Was that too much to ask for? ]

I'm more than two thousand years old, you don't have an excuse.

[ Loki chuckled, somewhat tense but trying not to think too much about the inevitable. He snaked an arm around Yu, leaning down to kiss his forehead as he always does, and always has. ]

I guess it's a little late to say you should look into becoming a vampire or something, isn't it?

[ He doesn't laugh this time, just stays quiet. ]

[ Knowing Loki, he'd probably have a vampire to their location in less than twelve seconds. Yu smiled softly, appreciating the thought, even though... it hurt. ]

We agreed that the consequences outweighed the benefits, remember?

He would. Without regret or a goddamn smidgeon of shame, he would- because he needed Jim to keep on living the way he needed to. To keep fighting, to keep exploring. To be Jim Kirk.

It was possible without him, he knew that much. It had to be- thinking anything else was more than he could manage. Right now all he did, all he focused on was holding Jim tight to his chest and breathing through the tremors that rocked them both. This greedy, angry thing coiled in his veins would be the end of him. But not before he made certain Jim would truly live. Survive? Get by? Those were unacceptable. A star this bright needed to burn.

Jim needed to be a beacon. "You won't be alone. There's our family, the Crew- they'll be there for you. Every step of the way."

Let me dream.

[ For the first time his pain can be heard in his tone. While he has lived a very, very long life he came to a certain realization. He may act as if death doesn't effect him, but moments like these? They are never easy and they never will be no matter how natural the event is. ]

Allow me that much. [ He murmured, but remembered himself. ] Do you think you can make it to the edge of the island?

[ ...was it bad he would have accepted those consequences, though? It was a shame they didn't know any vampires, especially ones that could teleport their asses over right now. He didn't want to die... he didn't want to die and leave Loki alone. It hurt him more to have to do that then the pain of his body starting to give up on him. ]

I think so... just hold onto me, okay?

Jim tightened his jaw. Bit back every ounce of emotion that ran through his entire being and closed his eyes. One deep breath, then another. Just breathe and try to relax. Because this wasn't going away. All of the nightmare would still be there when he woke up, and he knew it would haunt him until the day he died.

Settling into the mattress beside Bones, he carefully collected the other man to him. Fingertips smoothed over the cheekbone before smoothing back rich brown hair. Blue eyes regained a certain level of steadiness and he wound his fingers in the soft locks. All Jim ever seemed to be able to do was survive. He thought he finally got ahead, got out of that cycle of just getting by.

But he knew he couldn't deny Leonard McCoy anything and he started by pulling a weak smile across the line of his lips. Every moment was precious now. Bones wouldn't be there to see how he got through it. He didn't need to see it now before he was even gone. "Sure." He knew his crew would be. But a good portion of him said that wouldn't matter. Just like his mom being there after Tarsus just felt more like too late than being there.

Jim just hoped that feeling was wrong.

The pad of his thumb traced over one of those expressive brows and he smiled a little more genuinely. "I never believed in that shit about love at first sight, you know? I probably still don't. But I have to say, you all scruffy and rattling off all your doom and gloom... I was hit with a very loud mental 'god damn'." Jim laughed at that. He could still hear those words in his head in the same way he'd thought it back then. "How the hell did you pull off scruffy naysayer so well?"

Right now... they both just needed something happy. Something warmer to make it through this. Crying now was a waste of time. He'd do enough of that later.

[ He grasped a hold of Yu by the waist, guiding him to stand. The edge isn't so far. It's just a matter of them both staying standing is all. ]

Is there anything you want me to do for you? [ Yu might as well be comfortable. He does have a sorcerer as a husband. ]

[ It was a fight to keep himself from inhaling sharply as he was moved, his only indication that it was a problem how quickly he tightened his grip on Loki. Yeah, that hurt, and his vision blurred a little as he struggled not to give up. He didn't want to die, he didn't want to die... ]

[ ...just please, at least until sunrise...? ]

Just stay close to me, please.

Maybe later he'll kick himself for this tactic. For pinning Jim's wellbeing on his family, on his crew. Making it as much their job as it was Jim's to keep going after he was gone- but he was selfish enough to want Jim to live. Live long and shake the stars like he always knew the kid could, like he'd been happy to stand back and watch him do over the past few years. Sure it'd been terrifying on a regular basis. Sure it'd been difficult- but goddamn if it hadn't been worth every moment.

Every drop of blood, every terrified night. Not even for this- having Jim curled so close, voice so soft, brilliant light dimmed in the face of grief. No- just to watch him work. To serve with him. To stand as his friend and confidant for years and hold all the precious secrets that no one else ever heard close to his chest. To watch him rebuild himself and grow- that'd been worth every panic attack. Every argument. Even this one, underhanded as he was playing it. There was not a goddamn thing he was ask'n in this that was fair- and he asked it anyway. Jim'll need that promise to look back on later.

Because Jim would keep it. Hate him a little for making him make it- but he'd keep it.

"I knew you were somth'n. Wasn't rightly sure what but- somth'n." Gentle as anything he reached up to take Jim's hand, turning to press a kiss to his palm. Murmured the rest against the cradle of his fingers like a secret. "S'all I had, then. Shit to bitch at. Shit that scared me. You, though. You kept me bitch'n till I forgot to be scared. Kept me too busy to let my fears get the best of me. When you conned me into tak'n that shuttle piloting sim I knew I loved you. Cuz I wouldn't do that shit for anyone else."

I don't know if I can do that.

[ Because the physical act of being here was already weighing on him. But then Loki has always been an inconstant man. He fixed his hold on Yu, making sure there wasn't much strain put on him.

He didn't want to be here, yet he isn't leaving. ]

I don't if I can-- [ He shakes his head. ] Anyway here's the edge. I wish it looked as Asgard.

I know... I'm sorry for being so selfish.

[ His voice was a quiet whisper of an apology as he leaned heavily against him, taking in how comfortable he felt by him. Though Loki was cooler than most, he always felt warm and safe in his arms. He never wanted to let that feeling go. ]

It doesn't matter. This place holds a special beauty for us.

[ He fell silent for a moment. ]

Loki... can I ask a favor of you?

. . .You don't have to apologize.

[ He doesn't answer right away, instead he finds somewhere they can both lean against. ]

What is it?

[ He isn't outright going to agree. He had an inkling it might be something he'd find abhorrent but then that is his paranoia surfacing. ]

[ Again, Yu was quiet for a moment. This was probably going to be incredibly selfish for him to ask, and really unfair considering, but he had to ask. ]

...if you ever find me again... if you fall in love with me again, don't let this happen, okay?

[ Loki had to think about that request, almost taken aback that Yu might think they'd ever cross paths in some other universe. The Maeve did own them in this timeline, and supposedly their souls, but. . .

He shook his head. ]

I'll die too, one day. It isn't something you can circumvent.

And it will be a long time coming.

[ It was just a gentle reminder, but in comparison, Loki lived forever from a human perspective. ]

Don't remind me. I'm well aware how you look compared to my few thousand years.

[ But even still he isn't immortal. ]

I don't think you'll like me in any other universe. [ A half laugh. ] You'll probably think I'm crazy considering I will probably remember and you won't.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 6 of 23

the death meme

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject